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You brought this to the light real good track doggg

Sheesh this joint SLAPS the beat it’s magnetizing! The lyrics are HELLA SHARP!

I Must Make My Mark.

Mixed & Mastered by Chuck Miller.
Lyrics by Michael Mathiasen.

Production:
2001 Skit from Metal Gear Solid 2 by Hideo Kojima, Kojima Productions, and Konami Productions.
Now & Later - J Patterns
Pathfinder - T Music
Still Alive - Young Devante
One for the Books - EMER
Bullet Holes - Link Beats
Microwave, Tutto Pepe, Diamond in the Rough - U-Dub of NYBangers
Dark Daze - A2 on the Beat
Diagnosis of Disease - Dreary
You're Faking the Funk/Equilibrium - G.U.Dolla x bvtman
Karma's Next of Kin - Rev
Special - Lou Miele
Welcome to my World - Link Beats.

Meme

This song is a tribute to all the doctors who work in the Fishman program at the University of Penn’s Harron Lung Center. The song was written and recorded by one of the patients. It talks about the importance of breathing and how using the ventilator has helped him continue to work on his passion for writing and rapping. This patient also encourages others with breathing issues to participate in the program as well.

Music video link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56qhYJ5Vmak&t=17s
Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/7j1Trcv3NseluopzYCfitz
Apple Music https://music.apple.com/us/album/breathing-is-everything-single/1671393738

Breathing is Everything Prod by waveyy beats

Twisted

Lover's Shield

Chance our rendezvous, has cradled a table for two
and nowhere else on earth will the candles burn

Time has brought us together, and time has opened my eyes
Is it really each other we've wanted, or just each other's disguise?

Don't hide in your emotions, behind your lover's shield
I can see your make up covers, wounds that have not healed
Why do words they seem to bite you, when they're closer to the truth
I don't ever want to follow, another  dying sacred youth

Betraying all of the magic, descending into the pain
Like a wordless song you've captured, that has no refrain

You were never converted, you could never be saved
Was it so much harder to love me, then obsessively blame?

Don't hide in your emotions, behind your lover's shield
I can see your make up covers, wounds that have not healed
Why do words they seem to bite you, when they're closer to the truth
I don't ever want to follow, another  dying sacred youth

Lover's Shield

Something About You

YOUMINE

late

The origin of where I recorded it
If you report the shit, leave you organless
Tore up the strip, hoarding clips for more grip
Rob you while you tourin, treat u like a tourist
Twelve shots in the Taurus
Aim for the torso, more so
Kill for sport tho, I’m a cane corso
Off his leash, for sure to go
Reborn the flow, scorchin it slow
You couldn’t hold a torch to bro
I’m forcing the snow
Been frostbitten, chalk up the ditches
Walking the distance cost me my vision
Atleast I ain’t callin from prison
The walls of the wicked, empty halls restricted
Tales tall as the riches, I ain’t lost the mission...
Ball on you bitches, floss out
Tell label execs who the boss now
Take the hawk out, kno what I’m talking about
Show I’ll prosper in the postmodern
Too slow to dodge it, I hope you got it
What’s poppin... Tryna note the profit
Load my pockets, go where the vibe is
Sac-relig, ain’t spoke to the prophet
No confession booth to get me better soon
Let it boom, by rhetoric you consumed
Heavy gloom, head in the fumes
Needa stress balloon or get the Chevy 2 zoom
From a telly room to killin ya celly by noon
Stretching the cocoon, expect a monsoon
I’m the mist in the rain
The slippery terrain, going against the grain
Live thru the pain, don’t drink ya liver away
Used to spend my days forever crazed
With no plan to get away, check I’m okay
Think I got it handled
Like shaving off the glock handle
Get popped in your enamel
Won’t find the body, you’ll rot in a flannel
The passing of time got me scrambled
I’m livin for right now despite the doubt
You don’t like what I’m about
Went off the right route, I’ll make it big
Outta spite, forget the clout

I’m good now.... And I’ll be good later
Took a wager, u never understood my creation
Better look when you face it
They ain’t gonna book me after chasin
Be right there in the hood waitin
I’m good now and I’ll be good later
Duffle bag full of paper
Empty the mag if I pull to spray it
I’m good now and I’ll be good later
Answers right here if you could take it
I’m good now and I’ll be good later...

Stand on that, pull the hammer back
Hollow tips have the camera crack
Understand where I’m at...
I’m good now and I’ll be good later
Stand on that, pull the hammer back
Hollow tips have the camera crack
Understand where I’m at...
I’m good now and I’ll be good later
I’m good now... And I’ll be good later

You goofies thought you knew me
Only what you chose to see, my life is a movie
Take a clip from the uzi, ready 2 shoot a scene
Excuse if I delete, real shit speakin fluently
Can’t tutor me, I knew my piece...
Some shit confusing me, got me warped
Without a last resort
Blast four at the task force
Fiend for the cash more, what could I ask for
To equate the happiness, make gravity shift
Stay wit the Mac lit, it’s that sick
The tracks legit, I mastered it quick
Snap on this shit, tryna stuff the mattress
Can’t cuff, I just laugh at the bitch
Cuz she run of the mill, like one of ya bills
One uppin the thrill, overconsumption of pills
Gimme a gun to kill, something too ill
Couldn’t comprehend, they gotta pretend
Thought I had alotta friends, instead
Of people not wantin me to win
I spot em again, intuition I trust
They switch up, I’m never giving a fuck
Said I say a lot on the song
Press play, you not wrong
It’s much to relay before the clock’s gone
Too complex and long, should flex wit a strong
I don’t do funny shit wit my voice
Or give up my choice, it’s fuck you boy
The stay is something to enjoy
How coy, you gotta hate it
That it’s so complicated, not too faded
Maybe some things got me jaded
Find a way to lift, out the blatant disgraces ..
Close to it, know what I mean, we all go thru it
Chauffeur the movement out the slow Buick
I’ve grown into it like I predicted
Die wit riches, fire spittin
You could be an eyewitness, get wit it....
We don’t know that, bring down the vocab
Try a slow rap, na show me where the flow’s at
Top 3 when you watch me
Wit J Patterns on the beat

Now & Later (prod. by J Patterns)

See I chose the path, you already know that
Can’t hold back, stomp the rose flat
Cold as where the snow’s at
See I chose the path & ain’t explode wit wrath
Just need a beat and a smoke pack
Pressure make the hose crack
Self loathin’s trash but I’ll soak in that
Hold stacks of the cold cash
No currency, you know it’s whack...
Bound to be watching the value of a dollar
Sound of a scholar, not around what’s proper
Through a town mobbin, down 4 the robbin
Jewels, crowns, and watches, pound for pound
Let’s get it poppin, get to provoke my thoughts
What I was supposed to be taught
Goin raw, toss em overboard, dirty & low swarms, sinkin to the ocean floor...

It kicks off I won’t drift off
Everybody living wrong, keep watch
I’ll snatch ya whole wrist off
Cut the ribbon dog, this the lift off
In the midst of it all, wrote a simple song
Dribble the ball, used 2 shoot bricks at the wall
It’s been a crawl but I’ll commit to the call
Admitting my falls ain’t get me withdrawn
And I give it my all, listen to what I lost
It’s gripped wit frost.. 
Put my heart & soul in it, what goes wit it
TED talk and the show tickets
Kick out the gross bitches and fuckboys
Got the cusp of the ploy, the suckas I avoid
Ain’t cut from that corduroy, what to enjoy
You got love for the void and tryna fill it
Hear the drums, I’ll kill it, see whatchu feelin
And try to heal it, dreams to be fulfillin
Wit resilience, chillin wit McMillan
Not like I was at Dylan’s, merchant gang
Cops thought it was a murder thing
You ain’t heard me sing, see the curse it bring
Few Jersey stings, from the curbs to the bing
Puppets lurkin on strings
Clones don’t deserve a thing
Keep begging for free shit
You’re never gonna be shit
Common disagreements got me leavin
Pop up every season 2 show the gods breathin
All the wounds, gotta be bleedin
I clot em on the weekend, watch what you believin, they lyin heavy
Pollute the minds steady, I climb 2 my destiny
What’s ridin next 2 me? It’s wise & protects me
Coulda died four times already
Past life’s taught me how to act right
My raps like raw smack in the pipe
Tightly packed and you light
Mixed wit a gas spike, turn it that bright
Be it ya last sight

See I chose the path, you already know that
Can’t hold back, stomp the rose flat
Cold as where the snow’s at
See I chose the path & ain’t explode wit wrath
Just need a beat and a smoke pack
Pressure make the hose crack
Self loathin’s trash but I’ll soak in that
See I chose the path, you already know that....
Runaway on the one way
See me wit gun play, I’ll dump it thru ya face
Snatch a girl off the runway, cuz you modellin
Don’t make you a goddess
Ask where the bottles is
You goin thru alotta shit
Spark a light in the darkest night
I made it all bright, that’s why you call Mike
Accomplish goals & watch it unfold...

The brains of the lady was crazy as cocaine in the eighties, no babies she gave me
Kick it wit the group home cuz I knew they was alone, few songs how the world done u wrong
I could hold a grudge, open up, load it & bust
Or all of the above, talk to the judge
Said I belong in cuffs, crossed up
Trapped in the walls tough
Had the balls to not give a fuck..
Preconceived notions would leave me hopeless
Read the whole shit before you keep goin
When the speech open, I’m teachin the onus
Get ya teeth broken, since a teen locin
Chased by the chopper
Now I’ll race in a Mazda, faded your honor
And made the cops a disgrace to the squadron 
What’s poppin, call me the lockman
Soundview to Stockton, corruption droppin
Have sense, can’t be that dense
We ain’t woke in the past tense
Real life got you mad at ya friends
Our eyes never close, we forever awoke
Insomnia, used to be a hooligan robbin ya
Fooled again by the pop up shit
Finally got a grip but I ain’t tiktokin it
These intricate raps gotta listen back
Show the gift of gab when I spit on tracks
Rip that any format
If it click clack, you’ll gimme the stack
And we could bet, triple or nothin
Hit the lungs quick, have the kids runnin

Pathfinder (prod. by TMusic)

I went from Bs to Ds, a new book I read
To making a new crook bleed
Dunno how long it took for me to see
You musta mistook me for being shook G
I’m where the pushers be
Underworld where they under look me
It coulda took me, to rock bottom
Think I been there, but they never got me
To live there, spit clear
Not an ounce of bitch here, it’s all sincere..
Yea... Been thru a lot, it’s not a simple plot
And I can’t get it to stop
While you practice what you not
It’s having me hot, life’s too short
Unscrew the cork, hittin the Newport
Few resorts, extra plans in the tuck
Supply & demand tough, damned in the mud
I had to stand up, plannin wit the thug
Your life’s on the line, a ransom cut
I’m prone to random luck, put it in my hand
I’ll buck, ya man’s like what the fuck
Funeral service, I knew it was hurtin
Church pews lit, wonder if the blues is workin
More than a few percs did
Made me a new person, just the worst version
That d boy got you, it’ll probably lock you
Not to knock a few, I was droppin it too
Wish the best for y’all, ain’t expect it at all
Most of it got fentanyl, deep down
Know you better off clean now

The will to survive is an uphill drive
Even when feeling deprived
Remember I was built to rise
No building confines, the trillest rhymes
You can feel it inside, yea I’m still alive
Even if I was once killed inside
The realest you’ll find, RIP the real lives
Yea I’m still alive, but I wish you was still alive
I wish you was still alive...

All the people that passed, seein that flash
I hope u greeted wit a laugh, coulda been me
When they was beatin my ass, had 2 limp back
How many lives could you give back
I’d keep askin for more
Show me life really matters dog
Take me to the last floor
All the cash in the drawer
Couldn’t buy a path secure
Every day like it’s the last
Do away with the bad
Know I’m coming for that get back
I’m still alive...

To inspire and teach the people, if u keep it evil
I’ma feed you a desert eagle
The pigs could expect to see you, on a autopsy
Buncha carbon copies, robotic freaks
Know that you not me, I beef wit neo Nazis
Living room lawyers, alotta police
Some dudes in the street
Other ones high off tweak, mind control elites
Gypsies, hipsters, and the witch’s belief
I need some sleep, count electric sheep
In this land of deceit and technology
You are not a G, so much you got to see
Not on the screen, homie fuck society
Online notoriety, move thru quietly
Increase your life quality, hit the blunt
Think we might not live it just once
Birthed again, u got a different curse 2 spin
You deserve what you get
Think if it was worth it again
Better live right, you tryna get ahead in life
You expect it right?

The will to survive is an uphill drive
Even when feeling deprived
Remember I was built to rise
No building confines, the trillest rhymes
You can feel it inside, yea I’m still alive
Even if I was once killed inside
The realest you’ll find, RIP the real lives
Yea I’m still alive, but I wish you was still alive
I wish you was still alive...

To all my friends that’s gone
I think of you every song
And I hope they in heaven y’all
Even tho it’s dead wrong
They left us in the storm
Still gotta rest easy but best believe me
Whenever they see me, I died keep it greazy
No peace treaty, went on my terms
Gotta break the tide first, ride berserk
Find the worth & get fly wit the work
The hindsight’s worse if u waste time on a curse... Word.

Still Alive (prod. by Young Devante)

At the start of this journey
None of y’all concerned me
Wouldn’t give a word to me, deserted me
The purpose to me, not to mess it up purposely
I’m burning trees but I deserve relief, cuz u see
If I kept it G, everyone would leave
Introspective steez, kill the beat
I don’t let it breathe, coffin baby
Call me crazy cuz I talk to the 380
Ain’t seein me lately, just the feats made me
The streets that raised me
Or clean sheets wit the lady
Trap or the therapist, back 2 the derelict
Abandoned buildin, the slander won’t kill ya
The slammer is realer, examine my feelings
Don’t like what I find, walk thru with no lifeline 
Mike’s mind is full of spiteful lines
Whenever I write mine, right mind..
They ask wassup witchu? I still love a few
Inspire the gutter you grew, govern a troop
Come thru...

Look at me, it’s something to see
Love and deceit, here’s a penny for the pauper
Here’s a pen for the author, something u took
You stunned & shook, dumb as you look
What’s a gun to a crook? 
Here’s one for the books
Here’s one for the books
Smooth as butter cooked, up to no good
I would run if I could, here’s one for the books...
Hope it’s understood..

I didn’t pass history class cuz that shit was ass
Still know it tho, you can bet that, heads crack
Life’s a dice game, used to fight lames
Thought it might aid cuz I ain’t know the right way, light a J, Rest In Peace Jay
Kicked it way back in the day, I pray for those who had to lay alone, see the way it goes
RIP DJ Coles, it seems insane to me
These families gotta deal wit grief
Go at a young age, bury me in stunna shades
Fuck the fame
As long as I can get my mother a place
On a block that got low property tax
Watch your back, from poverty to plaques
You get popped at, watch that
They got the Apple Watch tapped
Now they tailin, got you under surveillance
Dip off the radar like you planned it
Create a song when the day’s gone
Time to stay strong & make it where u belong

Look at me, it’s something to see
Love and deceit, here’s a penny for the pauper
Here’s a pen for the author, something u took
You stunned & shook, dumb as you look
What’s a gun to a crook? 
Here’s one for the books
Here’s one for the books
Smooth as butter cooked, up to no good
I would run if I could, here’s one for the books...
Hope it’s understood..

Do you need a translation
Cuz of all the xans you takin 
Ran away sick, can’t understand the debatin
The game of life we playin, we fall for the shot
Get back up if your balls dropped
I was once stallin the plot, think of death
The freedom y’all swap, stand tall on the block
Hard as all the rocks, you can call the cops
I live for the fight cuz that’s all that I got

One for the Books (prod. by EMER)

Step in the realm of madness
You felt the baggage of hellish havoc
Brain swelling erratic, tell the pastor
He don’t really care, we don’t really care
You could feel it in the air
The realness is here, fill the chair
Or the shoes if they fit, this ain’t a movie kid
Get ya crew hit, last seen on a news clip
You won’t do shit, the talking is useless
I already been thru it, tryna spin units
And begin the movement, think life is abusive
They clueless, the same music
And none of y’all could relate to it
See mine is relative, embody & embellish it
Seen how hell get, you can’t tell me shit
Ruger in the closet, next to the skeleton
In the room, spoke to the elephant
Look how well it went, they’d pelt me wit bricks
If I ever let em get a grip, keep the upper hand
Above the plan, a 38 snub never jam, damn
Enough ARs in a minivan to turn it empty land
Semi blam, silenced wit a Pepsi can
Heavy hands took over every plan
Don shit, if you ever get it poppin, I’m watchin
Observe shit, I’m observant, you never learnin
Your intellect is deserted, I’m on the outskirts
Tryna find the way to word it till it’s perfect
Till the beat’s murdered wit fervor
All out dispersion, you immersed in
By the works that I did, the curses I live
Thought it was all worthlessness
I swerve quick, flood the curb wit bricks
Build a foundation, whoever around hatin
Kick the clown’s face in
Keep em down in the basement
Wasn’t about the craziness, sprayin clips
I fade it quick.. It’s just the way it is

I’ma make a way, the world is a strange place
Engaged to fate, we prolly separate in a day
Lemme get paid & send some extra my way
Hey.... Play how you play
Don’t stick around to parlay
Get the park sprayed, these are dark days
Before you caught the stray
You better walk away, these are dark days

Storm clouds around, warn u bout the drought
Let the rain pour down without flooding the shores now, the score counts, we can’t all win
Ballin in the gym or fallen to the sin
All eyes when I walk in, talk to him
But he’s pretty reserved, quick to hit a nerve
Listen, learn, make sure you bitches heard
Crippled by a verse, musta been witch’s work
We all get a turn, that’s for sure, rest assured
Make sure the rest insured, what can they endur, that moment is spur
Used to run in the dirt so I concur
They impure, attract an allur, jewels & furs
Can I ever get a word, would I feel secure
Or have a gun to disperse, I hit first
Ten’ll burst, drifted thru worse
So there’s no fear when the tenets emerge
Be dead in the dirt, turn it to a ghetto burbs
The blessings you earn, expect em to burn
Protect the network, see federal I skert
No time locked down, time to shop around
Some glocks in the town, on a block wit brown
Dope tan as the sand, hand em a gram
I’m tryna stack the bands to a hunnit grand
Shame the fame, gimme the riches
Ridin livid and acquired a hitlist
Desires I dipped in, pop one at liars & critics
Spit fire for wisdom, the pyre the wick lit, bitch
Inspire missions, I won’t die in a prison
Even if they hire a witness, higher than dip is
Controlled substance you roll your blunt wit
I’ll take everything, you can hold the fuck shit
See it in abundance, from that I be runnin
If u have that bag up, dragged thru the mud

I’ma make a way, the world is a strange place
Engaged to fate, we prolly separate in a day
Lemme get paid & send some extra my way
Hey.... Play how you play
Don’t stick around to parlay
Get the park sprayed, these are dark days
Before you caught the stray
You better walk away, these are dark days

Dark Daze (prod. by A2)

2001 (Skit)

4th Alternative single "Over You" dropping Nov 25th

Over You (Produced By King D Mr. Perfect)

Larry Coleman and TB Da Great get personal on Track number 8 for Upcoming Hunger Games Series.
We all have a reason, a purpose and a struggle. And being tough is a requirement where we are from. This is our story. 
And our words are our bond.
I hope you enjoy our story and continue to ride with us on an epic journey of a lifetime.
-Larry The Ghost

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Story 2 Tell Feat. TB Da Great

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She Got This Dick In Her Mouth (feat. Blanco) [Prod. Emporio Beats]

WITHOUT YOU

WITHOUT YOU (PROD. ELAUDI X SORROW BRINGER)

Many Memoirs of Michael Mathiasen - M4
I'm the Same but Different.
Shoutout my engineer Chuck Miller.
Thank you to everybody for the support! It means more to me than it can to anybody else.

Dark Daze (prod. by A2)

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