Lewis Parker - SP-Ionage

Verse 1: 
The streets have got a rhythm for livin or been deceased...the clock is the composer percussion is the police / 
The floor or on bleachers they’re fillin up every seat...no layaways or refunds it’s printed within receipts / 
N if you want a peak, his soliloquy, will reveal all the freedoms depreciated by me / 
Teacher said he had a future, believin it was deceit...only course he ever passed was American history / 
Heard every word that the weed spoke...flew every night to a fake land / 
Role models, J Cole n D Rose...but he couldn’t rhyme right or space jam / 
So he’s headin out on the world all alone where the answers come slow and the help never shows / 
What was for his dad will be, for himself so he, just breathes, with his headphones on 

Hook: 
And so I runaway with my headphones...find the better place I wa meant fo’ / 
Spin dials to the right, send denial to the left, fly away from the world with my headphones on 

Verse 2: 
Love can be the score of a musical symphony...the low or the crescendo but never the in between / 
Freedom is a blessing or is it a luxury...for it to harmonize then society must believe / 
...E’ry pen stroke, in her journal in-voked, all the trials and the struggles of her kin folk / 
N she didn’t vote...n never could’ve known how tomorrow is what she had to win for / 
Pressure on a teen is some bullsht...the gossip is enough to make em give up / 
She always had to wonder if she wasn’t right, she could just run...but then what / 
No smiles through the lies if you wanna just hide, soar high like a butterfly, n take flight / 
Her face turned red, a line through her mouth, a line through her eyes...n her headphones on 

Verse 3: 
A bottle is the treble a rock’ll provide the bass...the feet’ll keep on stompin, embarkin upon the gates / 
No harmonies in talkin with enemies of the state...no pausin of the tape, just repeatin one’s fate / 
A blank pad is the canvas where he channels thoughts...the window panel’s shakin from another bomb / 
No alarm, no arrival of the cops, just a regular occurrence ain’t no way to make it stop / 
His life is not the subject of writers or iReporters, cause there’s boredom in a press room if they ain’t whorin the slaughter / 
The glamor of the moment is what is bein abolished, yet his passion and his is zone is on tryin to get into college / 
...Holy book said to be the best you...not a martyr lost in the next coup... / 
Movin through the war for surahs or jet fuel...zoom, with his headphones on

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KAIJU (BRBRCK & Ahmen)

A teaser before Ahmen launches his highly anticipated album in 2016. Much thanks to Alessia Cara for the inspiration and writing on the hook.

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Ahmen "Here" (Alessia Cara remix)

Enough of the frustration - this is the anthem for people shaking up the status quo. Ahmen presents OUR TIME ft. Jos J, the powerful lead single from his new album "If not now then when" (releasing this summer).

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Lyrics: 
Verse 1:
I’m starin at the pages, blank, hesitatin, pen shakin in my hand like damn, how to say this /
I’m manic n I’m waitin for a ray of inspiration, the words just hang, but soon I get to paintin /
The canvass is the planet, I can be the David, while Goliath is the giant, the source of all the pain n /
I’m done with all the blamin, I name the chapter change and dedicate remaining ages to a brand of Troublemakin /
...I was so frustrated...underestimated...fkin suffocated /
They thought that I was jaded, ranked, as a laymen, gotta prove I’m underrated, BANG, resuscitated /
This section is the thanks, haters get a footnote, po-tential in my window, you’re my motivation /
Till the records break n rich n poor are in equation, I’m pourin out my soul like whoa, yo I made it

Hook:
It’s our time…and we made it, through all the hatred /
And oh…bring out the infantry, fight for the fight in me, we made up our mind /
And oh…better believe in us, standing victorious, it’s our time

Verse 2:
The harsh truth, time waits, for no man...life flyin by trudgin through a slow dance /
It’s a drama, but without the romance, till you reach the cliff n look down n there is no chance /
So before we go, geronimo, let’s step up in the capsule, knock up on the do’ /
Of the life, that, could’ve been, the life, that’s, gonna be, the heights of individuals re-writin all the goals /
I’m never old, I’m younger, I’m feelin bold I’m gonna, cut my teeth on dreams, so I can feed my hunger /
This is food for thought, I choose to be the hunter, my plunder is the punishment for suckers goin under /
I scribble in abundance, I love it, feelin drunken, somethin’s stirrin in my stomach it’s a fire from the thunder /
The prize is somethin bigger, published ain’t enough, runnin till the pencil’s blunted and the notebook erupts

Verse 3:
I put the pen down n realize...the man in the mirror is lookin back /
I see the venom within his eyes...even if the odds are feelin stacked /
N until he fades to the black, these pages are fact, I’m blazin the track /
Naysayers are made to collapse, I’m braver than the rest, if pressed I attack /
Life’s a mystery, blink it’s history, fight through misery, fly so wishfully /
Strive for inner peace, minds we win with these, write for sin release, light begins with me

Bridge:
It’s our time, you march with us /
It’s our time, you march with us /
It’s our time, you march with us /
The legends erupt, the legends erupt

Credits:
Written by Ahmen and Jos J
Produced by Diamond Style

Our Time ft. Jos J

An onslaught of lyrical weaponry assails the status quo of this nation under mass hypnosis. Featuring the rebel lyrics of Ahmen.

Lyrics-

Nation of mental patients and the propaganda victims
The mindstate has gone malignant we’ve been stricken by affliction
Poison in the water, in the sky, in the food supply
Wondering what avenue world order will not utilize
Dehumanize the other guys, they’re terrorists, they’re charlies
They’re less than human, less than you and I, so don’t be sorry
When we carpet bomb so many moms, and nonviolent civilians,
The murders of United States is numbering in millions
From atomic fallout, legacy left by President Truman
Oiled war machine the human harvester is ever consuming
I’m the arbiter calmin the world got far bigger problem
I’m here to answer my callin and drop a bomb on the goblin
Your head it be noddin cuz you agree wit the statement
I’m talking They Live- interrupt the signal at the station-
Make a nation wake up rudely we’re bleeding a wound profusely
It’s your duty ain’t no question defend your life absolutely

Little Tree

Vertigo (feat. Ahmen)

Vertigo Feat Ahmen

Ahmen was born a nomad. Born in Minneapolis, raised in Queens, Alaska, Atlanta, Washington, and India he grew to know the world. The clash of the world’s double standards and raw truths made his mind a minefield of ideas. Building bridges and breaking walls between people became his mission. His music bores into the core of the world as he sees it; his insights are from a likeable place, people want to hear them, and he simplifies it all to a beat. He helps people every day to be alright, they’re not alone when he’s there; his music is no different. He is precise like the tip of a laser when focused; people can’t help but join in. When all his energy is at play, his fun is a new place of sizzles and fervor that burst a dancefloor open and moves masses. He reflects himself and his music in them and all of their wild and sober phases. There isn’t much else like him.

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