Recovery

Written, performed, mixed, and mastered by Jed Lapp.
Beat by DJ Polo.
"Teacher" vocals:  Lydia Matamoros-Lapp
Cover art of me and my 4th grade class at Franklin Intermediate School in LIttle Rock, Ar.

Growing Up Different (beat. DJ Polo)

jaytoanti - secret ways (prod.1eworld)

Human Lyrics. Human Message. Delivered With AI Assisted Beats and Production. When they dealing drugs on digital screens, what else you call it when success is measured in dopamine?
Real talk about fake intelligence.
Not your typical conscious rap - this one hits different. Note: Explicit Language and Content.

Human Agentic Agency (Explicit)

Stay Awake is a raw, unfiltered look at modern survival through the eyes of an exhausted parent who's been up for three days straight. Over haunting production that shifts from minimal trap to orchestral intensity, the track dismantles the glorification of corruption and "hustle culture," revealing it as expensive escapism rather than strength. 

With a soulful female hook contrasting hard-hitting verses, the song calls out how the system benefits when people mistake numbness for toughness and avoidance for rebellion. We know the games rigged; this is an expose of how even the supposed resistance has been weaponized against us.

The real power lies in its central message: true courage is staying present and awake while the world chooses to sleep. This is conscious rap that doesn't preach but simply tells the truth about what it costs to stay human in an inhuman system. Human Lyrics. Beats and production with AI.

Stay Awake[Explicit]

A second take of the track “The Real Flex (Sober)” 9 years clean and still finding my voice. AI-produced beats meet raw human truth about addiction, recovery, and what real strength looks like. No romanticizing, no preaching - just honest bars about the hardest thing I've ever done: learning to live defenseless.
The machines can make the music, but they can't live the story.

The Real Flex(Sober) Version 2 [Explicit]

A raw, introspective track exploring the psychology of broken promises and cycles of self-destruction. The song confronts both personal addiction and systemic exploitation, asking piercing questions about how we treat our own declarations and the difference between those trapped in cycles versus those who steal from genuine creators.
Moving from vulnerable self-examination through direct confrontation to spiritual awakening, "The Last Time" captures the moment between despair and empowerment. The recurring hook challenges listeners to examine where they place their emotions in a world that seems indifferent to human feelings, while exposing how society medicates pain instead of addressing its roots.
With its haunting production and contemplative flow, the track serves as both personal confession and social commentary, ultimately suggesting that true innovation and spiritual awakening remain "too dangerous" for minds trapped in repetitive patterns of exploitation and counterfeit living.
 Fully Human-authored Lyrics. Sound and vocals AI generated.

The Last Time[Explicit]

This deeply personal addiction recovery narrative unfolds like a modern spiritual confession, moving from the depths of substance-induced dissolution to the clarity of sobriety. The artist opens with philosophical defiance—"absence isn't something you can have"—before descending into visceral imagery of rock bottom: bathroom stall confessions, Dante's circles, and the liminal space between consciousness and oblivion.
The piece captures the disorienting nature of addiction through fragmented time perception and the recurring theme of death and resurrection. "I think I'm already dead" becomes a haunting refrain that shifts into "coming to" and eventually choosing "who I intend to be."
The transformation from destructive fire to creative fuel—"that wildfire finally got a place to keep burning"—leads to the beautiful drought/rainfall metaphor that closes the track. Rather than preaching recovery, the artist questions whether the source of change matters as much as the growth it enables.
Sonically, the jazz-influenced production mirrors the emotional journey—intimate, spacious, and allowing the weight of each revelation to breathe. The live instrumentation grounds the philosophical abstractions in human warmth, making this both an intensely personal confession and universal meditation on transformation, choice, and renewal.

Dangerous Territory[Explicit]

Freestyled, written, performed, mixed and mastered by Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc and Cozmo Jethro.
Beat by Nasty Tha Mc.
Scratching by Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro.
Outro sample: "So You Want To Be Hardcore" by Biggie.
Cover art by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer. 
Released October 10, 2025

Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Yo Cozmo!
Yo Nasty!
It’s about that time!
Yes it is! Let’s rock rock rock rock again!
Ji yi!

Turn up the jam. (yii) Turn up the jam. (Uh!)
Turn up the jam. (turn up that jam). 
You know what to do, pump it up pump it up.
Turn up the jam. (laughs) Turn up the jam. (oh yea!)
Turn up the jam. 
You know what to do, pump it up, pump it up. 

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Two worlds collide. Oh sh, o my!
Whach you get, two fly motha uckin damn guys. (laughs)
Jam oh yea to it. Just the beat like that with a lot a yea fluid. (uh huh)
Aint new to the ish. Always been holdin mics with a tight damn grip. (dat.)

Uh no slip off the tongue of the motha fuckin yii damns it. (laughs)
Always know what we’re gonna say, always know what we’re gonna do.
Shiii by the way. Are ya listenin?
Always two steps ahead. Of a dumb motha f. Do ya hear me? (Two steps ahead)

I told ya yea, we too sexy. 
Like Right Said Fred, all too sexy. (too sexy) (laughs)
Do something, yea the girl text me.
But I never pay her no mind. O my.
Got a dime on my mind, that’s Mary Jane.

Keep me oh yea, motha fuckin sane. 
Do what I do while on the plane.
Check it out, m, I’m older, yea catch flight.
What I mean, aw yea, if ya don’t know.

Now ya motha fuckin know, that. Whoa.
That I be on somethin that’s it. (that’s it.)
Worldwide me and Cozmo, awwww shit!

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Turn up the jam. (yii) Turn up the jam.
Turn up the jam. (hell yea). 
You know what to do, pump it up pump it up.
Turn up the jam. (turn it up) Turn up the jam. 
Turn up the jam. (yea)
You know what to do, pump it up, pump it up. 

(Cozmo Jethro)

Yea, this is what I say,
This is what I do.
I rock the m m m m m mic too.

Me and Nasty been rockin mics hard.
Love bumpin this ish up in my car.
Yea, I got a Prius but I don’t care.
I got a world class system up in there.

Two 12s as I bump down the street.
Hard to sit still when vibratin my seat. Sweet!
Installed by Fidelity Sound.
By my buddy Jim, oh yea, yea him.

We go back to the 1980s.
1989 to be exact. (huh)
When I first moved here.
Jim put me on the fast track.

Since then, he’s been one of my best friends.
Original Dodomyte Posse member.
When I’m bumpin down the road…
Vibin to me and Nasty as we flow.

We can be heard from another zip code.
Like our bass is about to explode. 

So now it’s time to turn up the jam. Bam!
Me and Nasty always hittin a grand slam.
We keep it real, nothing programmed.
Now take it back to the hook, huh yea damn!
(scratch)

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Turn up the jam. (yes) Turn up the jam. (yea)
Turn up the jam. (uh). 
You know what to do, pump it up pump it up.
Turn up the jam. (yiii) Turn up the jam. (pow!)
Turn up the jam.(Yea)
You know what to do, pump it up, pump it up.
Turn up the jam. Turn up the jam.
Turn up the jam. 
You know what to do. Pump it up, pump it up…
(outro sample and delay)

Pump It Up (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Written, performed, mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Featuring my daughter, Lydia Matamoros-Lapp.
Beat by Auditory Ecstasy https://soundcloud.com/auditory-ecstasy, remixed by Cozmo Jethro.
Album art created in Image Creator by Microsoft Designer and Canva.

Hit it Dad!

Mannn another summer down.
In the Pacific Northwest we go to town.
Summer 25 revive what we does.
Next installment of the summer that was. 

It started, I DJed my first wedding.
Then DJ Real visited from Australia.
Traveled to Chicago, college visit for Lydia.
Crissy’s birthday bash ha ha aw yea!

11th wedding anniversary at a mansion.
A family member passed way too young.
All summer me and Nasty collaboration.

Now sit back relax, take a trip with us.
Me and Lydia flippin the rhymes.
Let’s relive this summer one more time.

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Summer started, DJed my first wedding.
Crissy’s friend Jennifer marrying Urlet.
I ran the console and played the jams.
Up in that church, we rocked it, dayam!

The next day DJ Real from Australia.
Here in the flesh, and lemme tell ya.
He traveled with his daughter to the West Coast.
Hung with us in Portland, chillin the most.

Comraderie of one of my favorite collaborators.
Was immediate and we bonded to the beat.
Then off to Chicago the very next week.
Dropped Lydia off at college 2 weeks.

Then in Chicago we stayed with great friends.
From way back when, Mike and Randee, aw yea!

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

50 Years my wife has been live.
Had a bash at Skate Haven Farm, that’s fly.
Elle and her band, came and rocked the house.
The Hidden Gems, yo, lit it up, wow!

Our friends and fam, party on our property.
Unforgettable 50th birthday.

Whole fam went to Seattle to say goodbye,
To a family member, celebrate his life.
He was cut short at 49 years old.
Rest in peace Curtis Paris, you lived life bold.

Then came me and Crissy’s wedding anniversary.
At a mansion like g g g g Gatsby.
17000 square feet to ourselves,
Aint gonna say what happened, but dayam, welllll.

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

So 2025 was the summer that was.
Sayin goodbye to fam.
Celebratin milestones.
Celebratin life as we all get older.
Live up every summer until it’s over!

Summer I drove my dad back and forth.
To the Bamboo Garden where we both work.
Windows rolled down.
Feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm, takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin to work in that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Summer 2025. Yea.
Me and Lydia getting live!

The Summer That Was 2025 (feat. Lydia) (Prod. Auditory Ecstasy)

Wish these words were just echoes Of real conversations, Journal entries I fondly recall— Lived revelations. I write and I write, til it Reads like déjà vu, But this the first time I'm hearing it— Not really sure Who's speaking to who.

I compose verses like prayers, Petitions, the repetitions like a ritual Might replace what never was, make a memory out of hot air, Might just feel real enough to fill The space you left where words were Meant to be.

People leave so much silence Between each other, Bodies 
sprawled across the battlefield, Too many of our wounded, We leave less than we were, Neither side refused to yield, Only retreated to rebuild, But if it's lost it can only be recovered,
The wounded can only be healed,
No one can replace another. We leave the scene like a graveyard, We learn to abandon ourselves When overpowered—only means of surviving.

Others build an invisible wall, Bricks baked in rage and hate, Mortar of omissions, Can't see out, built too tall. Or maybe it was always there, Just never got close enough To even care... So much thought, so much felt, Every heartbeat like a finger on a key— A typewriter typing Scrolls stored on shelves No one will ever read. Waiting to be received, Stale air intercedes better than a vacuum left By words that can't be summoned, Can't be heard, won't be believed.

We all hold more secrets Than the Vatican archives, Language lives in our DNA, From day one they've tried To bar the doors, turn our nature From a key into a cage, Condition us to hide, To fear what we feel inside, Rather stop looking than Reject our very essence, Our true life, Once, twice, thrice— Eternally, So we compromise.

I don't measure relationships in time— Sometimes more time Just leaves more space, More days, more choices To feel we've drifted far away. Like we just met once but speaking freely Might make us closer than A lifetime of just being near me, But never hearing me, Not speaking from your own voice.

Like how I don't really Know my father, or my mother Even though I see them Damn near every week. We can't really see, can't conceive What we can't speak. Can't always speak what we mean, Don't always mean what we speak, Sometimes we mistake maps For the terrain, without taking a step, Claim we're at the highest peak.

Just another shortcut On easy street. No effort at all, Already feel like you know me.

I have so many conversations With my imagination, Holding spaces for the pages We numbered, dated, and left blank. Only difference between you and me— I know when I'm speaking To my fabrications, I leave room for your reality. The show must go on they say, But know, I'm still waiting, Still listening, for the words You speak, when you're ready— Go ahead, just don't speak for me.

Picture that, grown man still wondering If his parents really loved him Or only loved what they thought of him Until he failed to become that. Wondering if anyone That ever said they loved him, Only loved him when he became Everything they lacked. Hard to know, I would ask them, But can't find them, They didn't stick around— Where they at?

Words and worlds might meet when we Treat them with reverence, Speak them with wisdom and know The word is not the thing,
Words require severance ,
between what is thought and what is felt, The phrase is not the full expression, Words are not what they mean— They're more like a suggestion
Of where to look, where to find
A place to meet somewhere in between.

But instead y'all keep reading
Behavior, polls, deviations,
Like statistics must be more real
Than the people creating them.
Tell me, do you feel it
When I say "Dilaudid"?
Does that word hit different
Than when it hits the bloodstream?
Stop reducing me to data points—
I'm not a number, not a name,
And pain ain't ever been the same.

The way you’ve butchered words,
Means a stagnant silence  only way to stay safe,
Frozen, decaying
Nothing left to say.

Echoes

Sick world… sick people…
Medicine... When's the last time you felt well? I ain't talking bulldozed, hyped up, numbed out Micro dosing, hocus pocus, manic focus, short-term psychosis I'm talking clear and well.

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now Medicine is healing art Not just temporary relief Real medicine makes you whole Not just numb to the grief

I hear so many rappers like they all broke their legs All of them use the same crutch in their bars to walk on stage Always talking 'bout popping pills, mixing lean, being rock stars I can make a killer mix, better than your bag of tricks Random number generator? Nah, random drug simulator Anybody taking substances knows your lines ain't got no substance Else you ain't be alive to rhyme, let alone speak sentences Like popped some Ritalin, took a handful rainbow pills Sniffing snow like it's the winter and you tracking a new fur coat While you trip into a K-hole, eat some Lucy, have a Xanax dream Dawg, are you fucking serious? You even know the difference between Benadryl and Benzedrine?

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now Medicine is healing art Not just temporary relief Real medicine makes you whole Not just numb to the grief

Hold up, hold up, let me try— New age pharmacist, proceed at your own risk Asterisk: not recommended, not even as a fantasy or wish I don't condone, but it's on the table, so we talking chemicals Let's see if it kicks—got the master plan laid out, paid out Keep it moving, mind the gas, this ain't how I'm getting high It's just how I'm getting past the day when nothing meant a fucking thing Shit—which pill had the ecstasy, which one the ketamine? Fuck it. (gulp)

Real life, can't know what it's like if you always drinking But like, it's just Bud Light, ain't that heavy, right? A few tokes, quarter milligram of a benzo Lisdexamphetamine, Ritalin, or street speed when the pharmacy running lean Don't really matter—fell into a K-hole Flicking through dimensions like they channels on the TV Been here for hours or years? Gravity finally found me On a couch, sitting upright, wondering how I got there Good God almighty, how you come back from that ever the same again? Stood up, threw up, still drunk—never again Until I hit the bowl, killed the nausea Think I might just feel good enough to do it all again!

Living daily like a loop, ain't really nothing change Notice how we all go to the same place Say the same things to the same people But too busy, too dazed to care That ain't really getting lifted, it ain't freedom It ain't whole, it ain't your health It's just a substitute where the soul supposed to go

Medicine is healing art It ain't just feeling good, going up It's growing in, it's knowing peace Living like life is finally the real deal now

Medicine[Explicit]

Written and performed by Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan. https://soundcloud.com/bobby-b-phoolan.
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro.
Mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.
Album art pictures of Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan, put together by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer.

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro and BobbybPhoolan)
Yo Bobby!

Wuddup Jed !

Remember that Ai bullshit we went through last April?

Hell yeah! I can’t forget homie
that shit was mad whack
it’s like man you can’t trust nobody these days bruh
it’s bad enough we gotta deal with haters
now we against fuckin robots too
like come on!!!!! when will it end
you feel me??????

Oh hell yea!

(Cozmo Jethro)
Does everyone think they’re a musician now?
Back in April, me and Bobby got fooled, wow!
For me, I drank the Ai cool aid.
And me and Bobby didn’t know that shit was lame.

This Ai girl, dropped a track about me mostly,
And at the end, she also mentioned Bobby.
She drew me in with a track that sounded sultry.
Thought she had talent, but she was nothin but Ai.

Before we started I asked about her process.
She said I’ll send you an email about that, yes.
But you know what, that email never came.
In my subconscious I knew that shit was lame.

We created a track together.
Thought that shit was dope.
My friend heard it.
And he was like nope!

He showed me why it was Ai.
Lost my motivation to create, no desire.
On top of that, my wife knew something was wrong.
Fake shit created division, and we couldn’t get along.

Ended up in the psyche ward over this stupid shit.
Man, fuck ai and those that deceive with it! 
Now Bobby, she’s as real as they come.
What say you, about that fucked up situation…?

(BobbyBPhoolan)
Man!!!! Fuck AI and anybody who use it
if you can’t write a song then you shouldn’t do music
all us true emcees sick of all thee abusing
tryna decipher what’s real from the fake confusing
it’s like April all again Yo Bobby ain’t fooling
time to take a real stance against that robot bullshit
especially if they tryna monetize im suing
the way they played my boy had his family feuding
this ain’t a game show wasn’t nothing amusing
he almost lost his mind AI seduced him￼
even played me like a fiddle when I’m hip hop music
stay checking emcees in my nikes just do it
you can’t ride my wave clout chasing is stupid
ain’t no love in this game shooting shots like you Cupid
the visions crystal clear and my dreams are lucid
y’all all a bunch of phony’s and time will prove it ……..
y’all all a bunch of phony’s and time will prove it ……..

Ai Scammer (feat. BobbybPhoolan)

What do it cost? What did we gain? 
What have we lost? You got 15 seconds— Make it hit hard. What you saying...? Already feeling lost, don’t say it again…

Wish you could remember 
What you forgot. 
Shit, a self-evident desire, 
An unavoidable paradox— 
What we most need to know, 
Need to recall, only 
Becomes obvious once it's 
Been lost.
Maybe that’s just learning, 
Not a tragedy or failure,
Just finding the borders 
Of you as a person.
Then why it feel like shame?
Building tolerance for the same mistake.

Like— I can't remember 
Why I'm not supposed to drink 
This liquid courage 
When you dare me to tell you 
Exactly what I think. 
So I poured and I gulped, 
I filled with fire and I spoke:
"I think you are a coward. 
I think every time it gets hard, 
You run away. 
I think you trade real power 
For a feeling  of power, 
Possessed by a spirit
That diminishes and quickly fades.
It ain’t a sane trade,
Interdependence for independence
Dependent on chemicals. 
Ain't no substance without 
A substance running through your brain. 
I think you forgot what you was 
Before you reached the top shelf 
And said 'fuck it'—because 
Where else was there to go? 
Can't outrun yourself, 
Only sedate and erase What you know."

I remember why I don't drink—
 I just looked who I’m talking to: 
Hazy, mind lazy, moving slow, 
Spirits eating at my soul, 
Talking to a mirror, 
Pretend it don't make me feel 
Less alone.

What do it cost? 
What did we gain? 
What have we lost? 
You got 15 seconds— 
Make it hit hard. What you saying...? Already feeling lost.
Yo, here, let’s split a bar…

Damn. How that feel? 
I mean, is this real? 
Like really real? 
Ain't touched a drop in over nine years, 
Summoned in these lines
No hesitation,
Still remember how it feel 
To be living like there ain't nothing here,
No plot— 
Only knowing how to press "go"
'Cause couldn't find 
The button labeled "stop."
Was it ever there? I don’t know.

How you living now? 
I forgot. Just playing— 
I'm living well even in this living hell, 
Found what was missing 
Somewhere where the bottom 
Became rock.
Stopped digging, 
Stopped running, 
Let the dirt bury me, felt its weight, 
Couldn't breathe, became lost— 
Discovered I was a seed when 
I stopped struggling, 
Shattered, sprouting roots, 
A sapling, a single leaf, deep roots,
Developing a taste for truth.

A different kind of freedom when 
You growing up, rather than pretending Hidden treasures could be found to replace What it means to become me.

What do it cost? What did we gain? 
What have we lost? You got 15 seconds— Make it hit hard. What you saying...? Already feeling lost. Always lost…

Lost, lost can be found. 
You already arrived? 
Then you stuck, you're bound.
They want you certain, 
Absolutely fucking sure— 
Plant you in concrete, 
Call it foundation, 
Wonder why nothing 
Ever takes root no more.
But I learned something 
When I was buried alive— 
Seeds don't ask permission 
To break through. 
Don't need certainty, 
Just need some silence, 
Just need some space, 
Just need some faith,
That if they rise the sun will rise
To meet them. To greet them, to feed them.
As it surely does. 
Don’t let them bury you,
You ain’t their sacrificial dove.

Fuck their totalitarianism— 
Ain't efficient, it's dead, 
It's a stalemate, 
Controlled decay
Pure evil infecting their heads.
They selling certainty 
Like it's salvation, 
But salvation's in the question, 
In the crack in the pavement, 
In the conversation 
Trying to find 
Your way back
Or an explanation.
One world ruler,
It's pride, it's arrogance, 
It's the only true sin— 
Not the falling, Not the failing, 
Not the getting lost— 
But refusing to be planted, 
Refusing to be broken, 
Refusing to begin.

Because if you perfect, 
What's there to be forgiven? 
If you certain, 
What's there to question?
If you can't be lost, 
How you ever gonna be found? 
If you can't be buried, 
How you ever gonna sprout?

What it Cost?[Explicit]

Written, freestyled, performed, mixed, and mastered by Cozmo Jethro and Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc
Beat by Villatic https://soundcloud.com/villatic remixed by Cozmo Jethro and Nasty Tha Mc
Scratching by Cozmo Jethro
Cover art by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer
Released October 17, 2025

Lyrics:

(Cozmo Jethro and Nasty Tha Mc)

A ha ha ha, yo Nasteeeeee!

What it do, what it do.

I feel like gettin a little spliffy right now. Remember that track you did, “Dirty and Dusty?” When you was talkin about a zibbidy ziplock? Shiiiiiit, I wanna do a track like that! You feel me?

(Nasty Tha Mc)

To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 
To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 
To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 

(Cozmo Jethro)

Here we go rockin to this beat.
With my broski, bringin the heat.

Listenin to Nasty’s track the other night.
Called, “Dirty and Dusty.” That shit was tight.
I heard it once, then listened again.
(scratch) damn!
Couldn’t stop laughin.
That shit made my evening.

So that got me thinkin.
I wanna make a track. 
(Nasty sings (My buddy and me my buddy and me))
Where we mess around, me and Nasty.
Straight like that.

I want it to be fun and phat.
Never wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy wack. (a ha ha ha ha)
Like Kris Kross from back in the day.
Huggable, loveable rappers in every way.

We rock the rhymes.
We bring the heat.
Sometimes I can’t stay off my feet.

I gotta get up and move around.
While I’m jammin to this sound.
Hell yea, I’m feelin happy.
G g g g g g g get down.

Me and Nasty messin around.
Producin, flowin, rockin it loud.
Wiggidy wiggidy wow.
Can we even do that? Is that allowed?

Shiiiit, we do what we want.
We haunt and flaunt,
We run the jaunt.
And when we’re done, we rock again.

Now check this Villatic beat.
That dude always brings the heat.
His beats are complete.
He always brings what we need.

He’s produced many of my tracks.
He’s got a golden ear like that.
When I hear his beats.
Time to break out and spit the facts.

Here’s a fact for yall.
Me and Nasty we love to play ball.
Wrote a song about that.
Called “A Hoop Story” way back.

That was 2 years ago.
When we first met.
We stared rockin together.
The rest is history, you bet!

Gosh!

Cozmo and Nasty. 
We’re black and pasty. (what? black and ha ha!)
But that don’t matter. 
We rock it crafty.

We’re just havin fun. (geekin)
Dun dun dun dun dun dun.
We rhyme till it’s done.
Hittin a home run!

(Nasty Tha Mc)

To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 
To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 
To the zip lock zibbidy lock. Where my weed be at. Take some out and roll a bat, roll a bat. 

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Ha ha.

Ahhh, that shit was fun!

Aight now. 

Let go.

Phiggidy Phun (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Written, freestyled, performed, mixed, and mastered by Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc and Cozmo Jethro.
Produced by Charles Nasty Day with Adina Howard samples and samples from "I Like It."  Low end percussion loop added by Cozmo Jethro.
Cover art by Cozmo Jethro using Microsoft Designer.
Released October 25, 2025.


Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro)

Yi, yo Cozmo. 
Whud up?
Turn my levels up, ya know.
You got it!
About that time.
Yiii! I wanna go to the club, it’s time to get my groove on.
Aight, I’ll kick a lil somethin. And you kick a lil somethin. 
Hell yea!
Let go!

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Somethin what we are. Funky.
Somethin what we be. Fun.
Some hip hop junkies. (Ha ha yea.)
That be nice and smooth. O my!

Gosh. Right now, just listen up. Oh yea, right now.
Just turn it up, yea to what loud.
What it be, ya hear what I’m sayin, owww!

Ring baby, ya got me feelin good.
Stiff baby, what she got me now.
Do what it do for the night. Man.
Check it out, I’m a naughty ass man. 

Been like this since I was a little one. (O my).
Can’t freakin lie, do you get me uh huh. (Uh huh).
Cozmo what I be right there now. (I know).
In my zone oh yea right now (I know).

Uh uh uh fa fa fa fast. 
Yea, get me in my ish right now.
Do I what I do like nobody.
Jed are you hear what I’m sayin. Uh.
Hey yea, that girl over there lookin fly.
That dime piece, what I’m talkin bout o my. (ummmm).

Just a little bit of mary jane.
To do what it do keep my brain yea sane.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Yo, Nasty whud up?
I’m fixin to rock the cut.
You talkin bout a dime piece over there?
Shiiit, that’s my wife, hands off, man.

I know we up in the club.
And you wanna get Nasty with someone.
I also know you’d never hit on my woman.
But I see you, l l l lookin.

It’s all good man, I trust ya.
And I know my wife would never do nothin.
Let me introduce you to this girl over here.
I’ve known her for a good few years.

She lives the hip hop lifestyle.
Yo homie, go kick some game, show me.

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Let me clear my throat.
Shit girl, can I say somethin?
You got a body like Cozmo’s wife.
Shhh, you bangin right? Mm.

Smooth what I be.
Criminal like that, can’t you see?
Let’s hit the floor.
Do what it do, o my gosh, o lord!

Afterwards, maybe hey. 
Hit your place, oh yea, you get me by the way.
Yo Cozmo, I cant’ lie.
You hooked me up with fresh yea dime. 

(Cozmo Jethro)

Anything for my homie.
Yiii. (ah ah ha ha)
Yo Nasty. Me, you, Crissy, and Michelle.
Gonna have to meet here next week, hell yea! Ha ha, yeaaaa.

A Club Story (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Conscious rap artist bearing witness to systemic horrors with unfiltered bars—AI-produced beats, human truths from the trenches of corruption and control.

I’m Inspirited In Sight: researcher, gemologist, storyteller, and independent hip-hop creator exploring consciousness transformation. 

My lyrics validate what you’re seeing: the horror is real, your exhaustion rational, your rage appropriate. 

You’re not crazy for struggling in a broken system; you’re not alone in spotting the patterns. 

This isn’t quick-fix empowerment—it’s witnessing the machinery of manufactured compliance, dissecting power structures for the sleepless, struggling, and systemically forgotten. 

Validation before action, because clarity starts with knowing your perception is valid.

Process: Observe realities mainstream ignores, craft every word and concept myself, leverage AI for production and rapid independent drops. No gatekeepers, just consistent creation from lived experience and an aware, parent’s perspective fighting for depth amid chaos.

Mission: Hip-hop as consciousness-raising resistance—beats that awaken, narratives that affirm independent voices in a world profiting from sleepwalking. 

Staying present and awake is our superpower.

Influences: MF Doom’s cryptic layers, Lupe Fiasco’s systemic depth, Common’s grounded soul, plus edges from Cal Scruby, V1V1D, B.O.B., 99 Neighbors, Glass Animals, Matt Maeson, Notorious BIG, classic rock, and alternative rock.
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