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Jarren Benton Slow Motion EP Vol. 1, January 27, 2015

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Silence (feat. Sareena Dominguez)

Jarren Benton - Silence Ft. Sareena Dominguez (Prod by Kato)

They said “vote,” said “choose your fate,”
But the ballot’s a whisper, and the silence is great.
Governments were built to guard the flame,
Now they serve the market and play the game.

They pass the laws that corporations write,
Smile for the cameras, dim the light.
They speak of justice, but act for gain,
And the people bleed in silent pain.

[Verse 2 ]
Representation was the sacred trust,
But now it’s rusted, broken, unjust.
The leaders don’t lead—they follow the coin,
And the species suffers at every joint.

They fear the people, but not the elite,
They fund the war, but not the street.
And when we rise, they call it threat,
But we’re just asking for a safety net.

The silence of the state is loud and clear,
They serve the few, not those they’re near.
But the doctrine speaks, the people wake,
And the system trembles with every quake.

[Verse 3 ]
Democracy ain’t dead—it’s just asleep,
Buried beneath the corporate heap.
But the internet breathes, the voices grow,
And the doctrine teaches what we must know.

Governments must act or be replaced,
By a species voice that won’t be erased.
We’re not asking—we’re declaring now,
That survival demands a sacred vow.

[Verse 4 ]
No more silence, no more spin,
No more waiting for change to begin.
We are the species, the sovereign flame,
And governments must earn their name.

They must protect, not just perform,
They must evolve or face the storm.
The doctrine’s clear, the future’s near,
And the silence of the state must disappear.

The silence of the state is loud and clear,
They serve the few, not those they’re near.
But the doctrine speaks, the people wake,
And the system trembles with every quake.

Silence of the State

No Shame

Ill Mind Of Hopsin 9

Tom McDonald- Helluvit

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Player Way (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (prod. by ID Labs and Big Jerm)

Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it
I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring
Saying "Fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotting from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete
You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see
With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat
But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite rapper's like "Yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin'
When I say the word "fun", what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, bumping New Edition
Is that all you think life really is
Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; GIMME IT!
Do you even have any goals
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl
Well let me guess- No
You're only in school because your parents make you go
When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros
Yo, society's got you living for a whack cause
You're a fucking adult with no skills at all
You don't read any books or play ball
You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits
You don't have cause you idolize rappers that do
And all they say is "I got money and it's stacked to the roof"
And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you
How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all cause you can't provide
Your friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice

Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo
Bitch that's a fucking lie
You always talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something real
Shut up tramp, save it
Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking
Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making
Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station
One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement
You want Romeo, then act patient
And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin'
It's the club, where guys put on a new persona
After they get loaded with a few coronas
They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of
Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry
Talking 'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy
I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth? I should die"
You want Romeo, you're not worthy
You're cock-thirsty
You're nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to find is to stop searching
Try a new formula, cause your last one's not working

The term "real nigga"'s publicly used
And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fucking confused
Are you one for always busting your tool
With nothing to lose and something to prove to homies up in your crew
Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed
Like it's fun to be you
But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling through
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop
Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve
Cause you in the streets acting like a neanderthal
It's clear you can't stand the law, you're lost as an abandoned dog
And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you, cause if we out in public
You gon' get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble, too
You'll get old and be nothing
Living life in these streets, thugging and starting shit with anybody mean mugging
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life's cool
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you
'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through
Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move
Your real nigga talk seems bogus
A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it
And his future doesn't seem hopeless
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused

So all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong
You inspire the issue I wrote about in this song
You go to pile on the young who roam around in the slums
See this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums
Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your tongue
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong
All you menacing freaks are only in it for cheese
And the mass control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop
They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see
They purposely making the innocent weak
My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me
Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine
I can guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind

Hopsin - Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5

SAINt JHN - Roses (Imanbek Remix)

Surf Mesa - "ily" feat. Emilee
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LYRICS:
I love you, baby, and if it's quite all right
I need you, baby, to warm these lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
 
I love you, baby, and if it's quite all right
I need you, baby, to warm these lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
 
I love you, baby
I love you, baby
I love you, baby, and if it's quite all right
I need you, baby, to warm these lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
 
I love you, baby, and if it's quite all right
I need you, baby, to warm these lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
 
I love you baby
I love you baby, and if it's quite all right
I need you, baby, to warm these lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
 
I love you baby
I love you, baby, and if it's quite all right
I need you, baby, to warm these lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
 
I love you, baby, and if it's quite all right
I need you, baby, to warm these lonely nights
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say

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Forgive & Regret

With the title a play on Australia’s favourite soap opera, the song’s lyrics uncover the disparity between the projected image of Australia – all beaches and back-yard barbecues – and the Australia known to residents of OneFour’s hometown.

A far cry from Australia’s ‘lucky country’ narrative, OneFour’s depiction of Mount Druitt is a tumultuous one. “We at war with the cops like Brax, but this ain’t Home and Away / I didn’t grow up round those beaches but I still got bros at the Bay,” comes the chorus. In true OneFour style, the track is a defiant homage to their 2770 origins – a reflection that, despite its challenges, Mounty will always be home. 
- Christopher Riley, GQ Australia

HOME AND AWAY

Produced by Mike Posner off Rittz' album "The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant," in stores April 30th.

Forgive & Regret

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