InJoy or Die is the much anticipated debut album from the IamI Collective. Habeeb, Robalu, Forest, and Logos bring with them an eclectic sound that is unlike anything you've heard before. The project speaks to the chaos of joy, ego, love, and camaraderie between four ill-starred protagonists at the end of the world and the multiversal battle that ensues between the son of death, a buddy doll, and a hopeless romantic. Will our heroes prevail in joy or die?

8. Colo(u)rs feat. IX, Robalu Gibsun, Habeeb & Logos The Poetic

First Single off the New 7 Track Project 'Mis3ducation of hAb33b'

Hey Mami Prod. by hAb33b & CKND

This is WeakTrack 1 of 7. Overload lyrics are below.

Overload
Verse 1.
Pieces of my paper make the rose good
Diamond in my vapor make the smoke good
Sitting in a thunderous of shade roaming candles in a sage belly of a slave life in purple rain
told you I got diamonds in my page
Waves
Leeches in my ear waiting tryna hold me in a cage
A shame
the game need you to jackass
To get the point across
Smart boy got rhymes like a know it all
Smoking on trees the force is strong
Praying to Allah full submission til I'm choking something
I am not perfect tho
A group of squares in my circle hoe
Rollie's round wrist yeah you know he's broke
The poconoes is up in smoke
Sitting on a Milly of just quotables
Habeeb Ali with the rope a dope
Praying that these drugs catch the Holy Ghost otherwise I might just catch the overdose
Overload

Verse 2.
Pills after pills man she need something
Rolling round town like I'm speed bumping
Showing off my roots while I'm tree stomping
Cyphers on grace street
In the studio til like 3 something
Music make you dance then you keep touching
Ain't nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
I done been so depressed I think I really lost my mind
Everyday we wake up is classified suicide
Do or die
Like Russian roulette with the nine
Crimes high running up
Unemployment going up on a Tuesday Wednesday Thursday
You get free
I got too much vanity
insanity for this week
Praying that these drugs catch the Holy Ghost otherwise I might just catch the overdose
Ten second
Overload

The Weak Project

Monday (Overload) Prod. by Habeeb

The Week of Weak Track 2. Tuesday (Matter.of).

Tuesday (Matter.of) Prod. by Habeeb

The Week of Weak Track 3 of 7 is out now. Wednesday (StillDepressed) lyrics below.
Still Depressed

Verse 1.
O he beast like obese brother making large money
You tryna take bars from me
I don't spar ugly
Ali with the rhymes I dare you try I
Make this string go biggie and hypnotize funny ain't really my kind of art except when my witty line get allspark
I playing capcom with the homies never pick tony stark
She ride it til the kitty fart
Reading books about siddhartha this must be a kings start
Let me recharge
Let me recharge

Verse 2.
Diamond in the rough get enough
I bet you haven't touch the surface so what you scratching on
See which level the addict is on
I black in this form like venom when the captions is on you probably hear me better
I've been writing since prince had assless chaps you ain't have to black I say why not
I keep lines like a night club
Usually I'm nice but this was the dry rub for the beef
Please proceed cause if I wanted your career That would be steps backward for me
A casualty reach you get glad wrapped in a bag smelling like athletes feet and I would know
We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more

Chorus.
Cause we don't wanna hear that week shit no more
We don't wanna hear the week shit that you spit
We don't wanna hear the week shit that you say
We don't want to hear that week shit no more

Verse 3.
You probably got the stank face
This is an optimal drank race
The bars is coming out now
You r Kelly still trapped in the closet
I'm making cream still baskin and Robbins
The ghost face leave you mangled in vomit
Fly over heads like Haley please comet down
The god said go ahead and rap and to the rest go and bow down
The top dog had to chow down
Listen to the hippie with surround sound
That'll make the hounds growl
Like a DMX sound effect
This is musical turrets
The beat is PAC it was too early for it's death
I had to rap this thing to death
I may be sick no std
I may be him the rest is shes
And she after the d like the letter e
We on Lennon like we bumping the vinyl let it be
I had to let it chi young man leg it breathe
Me on cam newtown the front one
Rap genius can decode these
The cold leaves turn a win turbulence to old breeze
Go please
Could've said fuck you and never had chose to trust you
This my drake flow
Pesos the money got me sick so the god viewing from the ovo
She love it when I'm black like Oreo
The cream in between is what get niggas popped like Maury show
She screwing up my circle like the glory hole
The money and the power god name on both of those
And we don't even care what the story shows
We don't even care what the story show
We don't wanna hear that weak shit no more

Chorus.
Cause we don't wanna hear that week shit no more
We don't wanna hear the week shit that you spit
We don't wanna hear the week shit that you say
We don't want to hear that week shit no more

Verse 4.
This is system
Potent wisdom
She got knowledge
Can I kiss it
Money chirrun
Golden bricks
Sold from kitchens
What she skipping let it play
That's that
Section 808
That's that section 80808080808
Eviction noticed break the bank
Ain't no change
Your money good diamond rings
They money good built up space
To keep that section 8080 away
Don't be afraid man the gods see
You can't ride in the car seat
The metronome become heart beat
And that long noose became the escape
We all gon die just someday
We all gon die just someday

The prophets gone it's like it's mase
You too busy throwing shade
You forgot you had no aim
You forgot you had no game
I am

Wednesday (StillDepressed) Prod. by Habeeb and CKND

Track 4 of 7 off the Week of Weak Project. Thursday (L.D.P.T 3) lyrics below.
Chorus.
So many girls too live crew
Taking off skirts makes this moulin rouge
Ooh ma ooh ma
Who got juice

Verse 1.
They think it's mojo maybe it's me maybe it's you
I'm too damn high
Smoked too much for a Thursday
Feeling like Kobe I was after the mic
Tryna make a million bucks
After the price
You know they want your soul
The practice is the goal
But I been ai lately
The game is shaky
Fuck you pay me
You garbage like Brenda baby
Now they got me in the pit with rabees
Sitting on zero I rep for the city
But if they ain't tryna move then how can u haul with me
Paid the hardaway
Now I charge pennies
Just a coon to you iggies
Put on 804 and got busy
Swizzy

Chorus.
So many girls too live crew
Taking off skirts makes this moulin rouge
Ooh ma ooh ma
Who got juice

Verse 2.
Is it you
Is it me
I've been Osama that's no discussion the prophet at least
Trips from ny to va cars with nos I cuh lease rapping for sway on the radio I was truly disturbed they said my bars were like rikers and now they're here for the word they tryna kill us leave niggas hanging
Not just police but my brothers wish death on my row
I smoke past depression cause in the end they can make my death slow
This world is slipping dollars from heaven and there is hell to pay for
Range rover kango you feel good days low wait bro
You're not the god that we came for
There's no refund for the angels
I got these games in my lungs and strangers by my window
With a blade in hand I think I'm mental

Chorus.
So many girls too live crew
Taking off skirts makes this moulin rouge
Ooh ma ooh ma
Who got juice

Thursday (L.D.P.T 3) Prod. by Habeeb

Track 5 of 7 off the Week of Weak Project. Friday (Sheluvit) out now! Lyrics below.
Friday (She luv it)

Verse 1.
She love it she love it she love it she love it she love it I love it
My homies my homies my homies my homies they crazy in public
Lungs got me struggling aye
Baes out in functions
Rap like its nothing
Straight up I'm bubbling
She kissing cousins aye
I gotta make examples
Ya can take the cage I'm an animal
You probably say I sound like chano
I say you can change the channel
Straight up they got me going Rambo
Gotti say kill em for the bando
That was just a handoff
I prayed just to slay where's my manners
You can see the banners
They say Habeeb really go bananas
She like it with the candles
I guess i had to be a romantic
This the new anthem
This beat is just so black panther
Rolling up the cancer
Lawn with no mansion
The bar is closed captioned
Do you hear what I'm spitting
I got soul with no riches
Got a home with the bitties
No car ride motorboat her tity
My lungs overflowing feeling
Coupe Donald trump gon with the ceiling
Ok praise to Allah
Habeeb came with the Rama
She call me poppa
She do the cha cha
Pussy got the power
Eat it for a couple hours
If it smell like la la
Well then I'm through
The goonie of the Sunni
Making movies with a kufi
Chasing Lucy after Lucy
In the whip bumping juvy
804 until they move me and a long until they shoot me
Gun with a Millie like I'm tunechi
Keep it groovy man this all is just a movie
Mucho swear her head is on the stewie
Rocking coogi
Taking drugs until I'm roofied

Chorus.
We all gods.
Preach brother, preach ngh, preach preach!

Verse 2.
The kemosabe rolling in
A hundred pennies on the wrist
The flow is sick
The poet is
Positive he wrote the shit that made the homie Kobe quit
A bowl of fish
The loneliness
Praise her holiness
Hopeless potent piff
My obi won kinobe ish
These are not the drones that you're looking for
I guess I should go and boogy more
She hit the new ngh boogie board
Mo mo Money more lucifer
You ain't made a mill what you cooking for
I better not catch you near the cookie jar
That's for only rappers and the ballers like its tity boi

Chorus.
We all gods.
preach preach!

Friday (Sheluvit) Prod. by Habeeb

Track 6 of 7 off the Week of Weak Project. Saturday(Grace) out now. Lyrics below.
Grace.

Verse 1.
Well well well I think the joke is on me
Hell hell aye thats the new theme of the grief
Snail mail how your body get sent to its peace
Fanfare playing at the Marching of feet
Devils dare that's the new start to the beef
The car with the lease gets stomped to a beat
The people outside begin
The siren gets covered by iron shirts get pressed just for eyeing the lions  friend

Chorus.
Stealing for purpose that must be the righteous of sins
I bet they won't deny us through the fires again
You been writing vagina monologues the dialogue is loose
Misbehaving bet you erasing your pencil shavings with a douche
Two birds both stoned bringing chickens to coupe
Spitting gold might as well make shillings in the booth.

Verse 2.
The fire department might be on speed dial when inviting habeeb to the freestyle killed trayvon we need the retrial the most senile 1 above your lane I am in my  grocery aisle the notion of brain motion is lose focus for child move your nose stop poking around Pinocchio I can pull strings like japeto well isn't that special you deserve the metal from every toast that they can give you rapping like I'm tryna be the fucking God of the venue
so rich only eat when pussy on the menu
Live by the word be as sharp as the gensu
Choppers Rip through tissue known to take out ts for the issue
Cuban crisis people make mistakes with the missile
The weed look like oregano with a couple of spices
Spliff taking off heads like it's working for Isis
They shame us then get defensive when we start up a riot
I hear rappers now but it sounds like they vowed into silence
Quiet

Chorus.
Stealing for purpose that must be the righteous of sins
I bet they won't deny us through the fires again
You been writing vagina monologues the dialogue is loose
Misbehaving bet you erasing your pencil shavings with a douche
Two birds both stoned bringing chickens to coupe
Spitting gold might as well make shillings in the booth

Verse 3.
They should go slow down
She twerk until the ho down
Swinging with the punches
Moving bars when I go round
I ain't tryna play
Habeeb make way
Hands making lines like they signaling I'm safe
ice cubing no wonder it's a good day
Told her make it sweet I'm all about the cake
I'm Brainstorming you too busy tryna make it rain
I wrote weak just to prove that my weaker shit better
You a bill Cosby sweater against the Jurassic park era
Sam Cooke with the get up
You can bring it on home
No bacon
Pigs got us running still hating races
Homies with no degrees no wonder they getting cold
They keep us laced in chain no wonder we getting sold
Ooh that might as well be the truth went from hoopties in the back to a lot filled with coupes
Writing with a quill no ink just the juice
Big boi outcast I put three stacks on it too
All about the cream tryna get it double scooped
Slept on floors tryna graduate then running off to school
That's the seat by the window
Praying for my kin folk
Helped my cousin with a resume to send it to some people
Tell em thugs do cry you can see it on the face
Quiet piano lowkey you can hear it in the bass
Police horsing around you can see the triple k
Power is galaxy get these stars out my space
Grace

Chorus.
Stealing for purpose that must be the righteous of sins
I bet they won't deny us through the fires again
You been writing vagina monologues the dialogue is loose
Misbehaving bet you erasing your pencil shavings with a douche
Two birds both stoned bringing chickens to coupe
Spitting gold might as well make shillings in the booth

Saturday (Grace) Prod. by Habeeb

Track 7 of 7 off The Week of Weak Project. Sunday (summerofjuly) is out now!

Sunday (SummmerofJuly) Prod. by Habeeb

Lyrics below:
Aight this the intro(spective)

My future son might get shot by a cop
Makes me wonder a lot
Fear that this world is gon drop
Fear that my writing is blocked
Our spirits are numb and weak
Society all weak
Putting in the news all our blues as if the message is concrete
You scream hateful thoughts at your brother then wonder why cops do it
your roots are backwards God no wonder they brought all that bark to us
I wrote project after project for the projects where there is no affluence
And for the privileged black kids with depression that don't know how to act through it
I poured out my soul to y'all in miseducation still smell the aroma
Why be the best rapper
I gave this school four years of my life and still haven't held my diploma
They say loan your body for the system
Loan your mind for a house
Loan your feet for a car
Loan your heart for a spouse
All I see money money money
From the views of a couch
I'm underrated cause I choose to think before my words come out
I'm underrated cause I'm impatient what that progress about
I'm unapologetic fuck you if you don't understand my message
Like emojis to an android
Who's really weak fanboy
They make us think we need to vote because we quote on quote have the right
So the pig bathes in its filth you still gon eat that swine
Writing to my Stans like dang man
If the letters I write make you suicidal then we should hang man
They shoot but we scared to shoot back
Holding the rock like dame dash
But life is done after that back and forth ends in a plain crash
Love to ailiyah
When you listen don't try to be a critic
Just take a trip inside the head of a young black college graduate with no job ripped pages and a terrible image
300 contacts like a Sparta meeting but only three actually contacts or visits
So overwhelmed he processes green like Popeyes with the spinach
My brother said Habeeb where the week at
I said it took 12 months to make 52 tracks
But I'm first and there's 604,800 seconds that I made last
I'm tryna be on level  10,080 before I'm in it and gone
He said wrong
Every person listening should get a calendar for inspiration I said why
Cause that's where the week belong


The Intro(Spective)

The complete Weak Project (2016) including bonus tracks, beats and skit. The Weak Project is the second EP released by the artist, Habeeb. The project illustrates issues that we are facing socially and politically as a society every weak. The lyrics and production by Habeeb gives a descriptive stance on where we are as a community and the artist's place within it. The Weak Project provides a brief narrative while Habeeb gets ready for his next official album release, Window Seat.

Sondayknight (Weakbeat) Prod. by Habeeb

II (pronounced eye-am-eye) is an American hip-hop collective trained in the visual and performing arts. Formed in Richmond Virginia, in 2015, they bring fresh voices to the music scene with gripping lyricism & a vast range in delivery. The group consists of IX, Justin Johnson(@jazzjhnsn), Habeeb (@habeebami) and Robalu (@robalu-gibsun)

8. Colo(u)rs feat. IX, Robalu Gibsun, Habeeb & Logos The Poetic

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