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Nineties- Man, I killed it back in the 90’s- I swear.
Official Music Video: http://youtu.be/1gVbatInVoY

A composite of old-school party hip-hop hop, live instruments, a conscious lyrics. Pulling from the crates and breaks, beat up guitars, keys and bass and too many spliff roaches at too fast a pace, bringing the love back to hip hop in rock star fashion.

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The Nineties

Landing Gear- Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.

The second installment of the Patchworks anthology, a collection of old and new, us and them, for his and her and you and yours. Featuring additional production by Chance Random (Seattle) and Cosmo Stevens(Eliquate)! - FREE DOWNLOAD.

Landing Gear (Prod. by Snack-One)

Elliot is Untitled- being an artist is a lot like being peter pan, except you can’t fly or fight pirates.
Official Music Video: http://youtu.be/00a_-hmbRJM

The second installment of the Patchworks anthology, a collection of old and new, us and them, for his and her and you and yours. Featuring additional production by Chance Random (Seattle) and Cosmo Stevens(Eliquate)! - FREE DOWNLOAD

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Elliott Is Untitled (Prod. by Snack-One & Chance Random)

Extraordinary- If the meaning of life is to find life’s meaning than wouldn’t finding life’s meaning - make life meaningless.. 

The second installment of the Patchworks anthology, a collection of old and new, us and them, for his and her and you and yours. Featuring additional production by Chance Random (Seattle) and Cosmo Stevens(Eliquate)! - FREE DOWNLOAD

Extraordinary (Prod. by Snack-One)

In honor of the greatest soul singer ever. RIP Nina Simone. 

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I had a cold walk past that class I was absent from
It's warm in there cold out here so I have to front
Like this was good call to evade my education
I guess I could stall age is wisdom that's why I'm waiting
Money well spent on not really remembering 
Will smith and his son in that bathroom just trembling 
Pursuing happiness avoiding Dino's pretending see
My dinosaurs are very real to me and then there rings
The bell telling me that I've committed to a low life
A quote in the great book of reap what you sow I 
Keep walking to enjoy this town, in a context
I have avoided it actually is a contest
I have to ask myself if this is what I wanted 
To be honest my convictions barely ever keep their promise
But that is on me Away from my schooling I make haste 
As I'm busy cutting off my fucking nose just to spite my face

Smooth just like an   grease ball
Recall every single complement to keep fault
Away from me because i have placed a cease all
Complacently replace bad with weak calls
And build my self up, nope it gets no higher than this 
I am the only reason that I exist 
And if that be the case it's important that I sit
Upon a healthy bed of laurels and impose the shit 
Who exactly am I trying to convince 
You distract me from the fact that I'm invince
Able safe to say to say that I am full of bull
Pull a wooly hood dull my senses to the skull
I'll fuck my own life up enough thank you very much
Till the day we meet again it's nice for you to keep in touch
But this cat thinks he is too cool for class
Absent from school and confused why he didn't pass


Delusions Are Grand Here (produced by SnackOne)

Track from the album "The Kardashev Scale"

Stockholm Syndrome

From the upcoming album The Kardashev Scale 

The Kardashev Scale

You To Wong Foo
Me spit quark gluon soup
and of course still do Kung Fu
while you find a fool to run to
i grab the mic and 1,2,1,2

...You see some rule
to me a new roof to punch through
if it’s war, then you use sun tzu
oh a mic? yea I use one too
it’s all about the 1, 2, 1, 2

VERSE 1
No labels, no gods, no fables
if I ain’t able to spit just put me in my grave hole
...I’m a free man
that’s why they call me a heathen
the reason? cuz I like analytical thinkin’
this Mongolian beef with little seasoning 
get a piece then sit down and sink your teeth in
i’ll be the first to admit, that i’m not perfect
but if i spent my life making music it’ll be worth it
...and I don’t need a girl at all
fuck pussy, I’d rather give the world a song
label’s get the middle finger just as quick
I’m independent, let em try to touch my shit
if it was dope now it’s a crack habit
that’s why I’m back it like everybody thinks I’m bad at it
until this shit ends I’ll spit with vengeance
...shit on dope beats like old people do to Depends 
you fawn over porches Armani and leather
while the strong nuclear force holds my rhyme scheme together
I’m sick with the flow like I live on a boat 
you should track that pitiful rhyme behind a temporal cloak
...this kind of hip hop has a different approach
instead of women and gold,
it’s a victory pose
a statement against shit we oppose
if this was poker you couldn’t bluff hard enough to get me to fold
Chorus
...You seem confused
Just leave us to make tunes
before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
that’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2

Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint dope you snuck through
if it’s fuck us, then it’s fuck you
we tell to em to spit but then none do
they couldn’t touch our 1, 2, 1, 2

Verse 2
Face the truth we’re just apes with nukes
A raging debate over faith ensues
Wait til they break the truce
while thinking you safe, watch em bring the drama straight to you
it’s too late with no time to react at all
catch you sippin on a 40 watching basketball
this wont last at all
I just want to bring intellect to a jamming song
while they laugh at ya’ll
I teach checker players how to play chess
teach a chess player Go while I’m blazing the sess
now follow
you know it’s 2012 when your neighbors
see a black president and 5 white Lakers, at staples
just leave me to my major
keep everything else including your Christ savior
I’m still the type to fight for thy neighbor though
cut through everything that I face like light sabers yo
...This is the old republic
...you better warn the public 
especially rappers with a swollen budget
producers known to love it, when i kick the physics
...what you thought my whole career was about dissin Christians?
Ha you fell for the gambit
i drop hot shit like rocks that fell to the planet
...So don’t get popped dropped and shelled by the cannon
where you standin’, if you can’t spit then put ya man in

Chorus
they fuss cuz I threw up truth
just, wait until GU comes through
with a new blunt for me to puff through
DMT or even mushrooms
I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2

 
rebuffed yet I get love too
mix the old school with sumnthin new
some don’t want it here yet some do
as far as me i don’t know about you
forever rep the 1, 2, 1, 2

...You To Wong Foo
Me spit quark gluon soup
and of course still do Kung Fu
while you find a fool to run to
i grab the mic and 1,2,1,2

...You see some rule
to me a new roof to punch through
if it’s war, then you use sun tzu
oh a mic? yea I use one too
it’s all about the 1, 2, 1, 2

they fuss cuz I threw up truth
just, wait until GU comes through
with a new blunt for me to puff through
DMT or even mushrooms
I’m a crush the 1, 2, 1, 2

rebuffed yet I get love too
mix the old school with sumnthin new
some don’t want it here yet some do
as far as me i don’t know about you
forever rep the 1, 2, 1, 2

1-2,1-2

Prison Planet
Chorus
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence

enter prisoner 092881
no particular kid of interest nobody’s great son
so he enters the system’s revolving door on day one,
comes out a menace the armed forces gave a gun
sent him to war without warning him
the images he’d store from then on would now torture him
brought his hyper awareness back to the rear
a soldier who still feels active missing half of his gear,
blood money they trade for his education
so he can learn to describe a state with one single equation 
his idol Carl Sagan, his outlet hip hop
he wants to be a physicist, he wants to wreck shop
sittin at the pawn shop watching the clock stuck
technically a free man, but still feels locked up
As a result of social conditioning
he actually has something to say but no one is listening 

Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence


He’s institutionalized on two fronts
deals with his PTSD with crude blunts
the civilian reality is too much 
so much he hasn’t left his house in 2 months
his mood jumps from dealing with rude cunts
attitude fronts and them asking to do brunch
every morning wakes up from the same dream
his fate seems, status quo the same thing
with chains free to tight walk the fame beam
he sabotages all the success his name brings
...it’s the baggage of the guilt he walks around with
the psychological scarring you can’t heal with counseling
feeling guilty bout the fact he actually made it,
wants among the greatest
while he shuns his medication
munches education 
while he punches on the pavement
cuz he hates it
imprisoned by the past he’s escapin’

Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence






Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence


Another inmate who wallows in his misery
....the prison is his thoughts, the cell is his history
watching as the world passes him by
with every plan to escape foiled he happens to try
sabotaged, by himself. he’s the main saboteur  
he’s the cellie he’s the warden he’s the guard at the door
...he looks at all his cell mates like their kin
...the guy he was fighting with the shank that was him-&gt;
in the same crap as him, 
just trying to see the outs      
equally as blind trying to lead each other out
...expecting every single opportunity to fall through
Its like being caged but you have the key somewhere on you
...and he’s tries to break the cycle but he can’t -&gt;
there an unraised pent up rage he doesn’t get
...and for every him, a million just like him
born of war, group homes, jails and gang violence





Chorus x2
...You should never be surprised when you get attacked,
you’ll know all the freedoms they took from you when you get em back
when in fact they were never yours to begin with
this is a prison planet you’re serving a life a sentence

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