Woah this has no reason to slap this hard 

WOAHHHHH I AINT HEARD THIS SINCE I WAS LIKE 12 WTF

When was the last time bro dayum. Its been years

Bringing back a classic.

Album art by Rich Pellegrino
www.richpellegrino.com

Lyrics

I said I be goin' Wonka,
I could take the whole factory,
Actually, then I guess I'm Charlie Bucket
Fuck it,
Make it chocolate rain on them bitches when I bump and
They ain't gotta back it up to dump it
Righhtttt
Dip it low, then bring it up slow yeah
Millian got um on the floor
And if you do not get, then I will never slow and
I will not explain, that's why you got a Grandpa Joe so
Come with me if you really want to see a little world of pure imagination
Yeah, go ahead and taste it
I get chocolate wasted in a world with no exaggeration, I'm basin'
Out with that 808 kick
Make you feel it in ya hips
Let me see a little dip 
Then stop it at the tip
And shake a little bit
I could play you like a station, face it

I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist
I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my
x2

Hold up,
I'm back motherfuckers, relax 
Have a snack and a coffee, two Equal
An... I could take a pause, I don't even need to breath see
Adding Raw Sugar to my prequal
Rigghhttt
Charlie Bucket, I don't ever stir ruckus and
When it comes to soda I'm above it,
I'mma take the boat, bitch you can take the oven
And I got a Grandpa Joe makin' sure I ain't redundant
Right, you can
Come with me please not T.V. keepin' Mike's if its consolation
Of course,
I don't need a teleporter, I just need a Porsche in my world without any destination
I'm sayin'
Words that provoke a little though, yeah
Leave um' fellin' lost if the meanings never caught
And it never had a cost, like
No, it can't be bought
I'mma leave um askin' "What?"
With my pure imagination, and this
Isn't for the kids who don't ever like to think
All the stupid mutherfuckers in the basement
They just like it for the beat, cause it's Willy Wonka sweet
Get a job and a fuckin' education.

I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist
I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my
x2


Pure Imagination (Produced by [B] Rogers)

Thanks for waiting so patiently and thank you everyone for the support.

I smoke weed like a junior high kid who hates the teachah
Never does his homework and listens to Wiz Kalifah
I'm lookin' for the spoon full of sugar for my medicine 
To lighten up my life like it's fuckin' Thomas Edison
I think out side the bun like a sesame seed
Teachin' the kids on my block like it's Sesame Street
Mess with the beat till I'm restin' in peace
Reppin' the East, leave a mark never pressin' the crease
Checkin' my teeth, 
Before I speak, gotta keep my rhymes neat
Never said that I'm sweet, I'm even humble when I sleep
Face it
Sky's the limit, well grounded be the destination
Mom and Pop's always told me I should check the patients, first
So I'm startin' up a hospital
If all these rappers sick I got syringes by the pocket full
Stick um' like a pop-cycle, swag is on notice
Hip hop is back with a cure for the hopeless

x2
Yeah, you can hear it in the keys
A tune for soul you can feel it when you breath
Music is my life, I hope that you agree 
When I speak a little bit about the things that I believe

I ain't tryin' to be the hardest artist
Or the smartest artist
Or the guy who's always tryin' to get the party started
Loading ammo, acting like I'm markin' targets
I'm just tryin' to keep it real on some heart to heart shit
An if you like it you can holler back
Grown man rap, go ahead, pop your collar flat
Not for dollars, never been for all of that
I'mma be me like go ahead and Roger that
I find life in a rhyme,
Put pen to the pad and it works every time then
You get a piece of my mind, when you listen
When you listen, that's peace to my rhymes
See the synergy, gotta see the synergy
You can chew on that, chew on that like it's Wintergreen
Chew on that, chew on that like ya dinners free
Son, life is better never seen differently

x2
Yeah, you can hear it in the keys
A tune for soul you can feel it when you breath
Music is my life, I hope that you agree 
When I speak a little bit about the things that I believe



My Life (Produced by [B] Rogers)

Thanks for listening!

Lyrics...

I’m like a salmon in the mainstream
The, the mainstream 
The, the mainstream 
The, the …
I’m like a salmon in the mainstream
The, the mainstream 
Uh, uh,
Uh, oh fuck the mainstream

Yo I’m back and
You won’t ever find me slackin’
That’s a fact and I’m back wit traction
Grip fast to attack who’s actin’
If they trash then I’ll send them send um’ packin’
Stackin’ my tracks with traps an
I’mma catch all the whack in action
With no mask when I kick that ass end
Ask Poseidon I get it Kraken
That’s accurate, borderline immaculate
Hoarders hoard my tracks and yet
No trash around my raps and if there is
I ain’t havin’ it
If I start relaxin’ shit'd hit a fan faster than a fat kid back on Atkins quick
Yeah, I’m just a hip, hip hop machine 
Climbing to the tip, tip top nobody stoppin’ me
I hope you heard it, I ain’t sayin’ that I’m perfect
But I’m puttin’ I’m these hours so I’m bound to make um’ worth it
Rhyming with a purpose, no purchase necessary
Money’s secondary when you meet the cemetery
I’mma burry all the greed, when I make this shit for free
You can keep your Lamborghini and your shallow secretary cause

Chorus

Yo I’m… back inside of my lab, 
keeping the soul, droppin' the swag
Takin’ the money, grabbin’ a bag
Sellin’ it back to all of the wack
Rappers on the TV making kiddies think it’s easy
To get famous if you’re brainless you can make it, like me… see
I’m faded rollin' a cone, nahh get that garbage out of my home
If you can’t stand up on your own, come back and talk to me when you're grown
Cause a baby who blames his problem on the bottle be full of shit
Old enough to buy a handle, young enough to lose your grip so
If you’re trendy have a molly, they got plenty
And they’re way to cool for school, better skip and go to Wendy’s
Cause that education be whack
They gon be famous and all a that crap
Tellin’ the kids they’re better then crack, 
That’s how they be keepin’ um all comin’ back…. Right.
Ain’t it tricky, if they keep their chorus sticky
You gon bees in their trap like beez in a trap
But I don’t wanna be like that, I wanna set the people free
Go ahead, ask me why, I’ll always say the same thing.

Chorus


Salmon (Produced By [B] Rogers)

This track means a lot to me, hope you guys enjoy it.

Sample Credit:
Miles Davis - My Funny Valentine
DJ Kool - Let me Clear my Throat


Lyrics

Yeah, Hey Arnold and a bag of chips
I'm a 90's kid, vibin' like it's '96
Makin' magic silly rabbit, got no time for tricks
I'm in the underground where music is alive in its
True form an, that's how I'mma keep it
I'm fine with bein' slept on, keep my shit a secret
It's is makin' money but it's hard to make a change, with no money
Ain't it funny yo I do it everyday
This is music not a game
You abuse it, that's a shame
If you use it for the fame,
Then the truth is you a lame cause
There be artists starving in apartments
Dying for the art while radio is full of garbage so
Go an walk ya dog to this
Find a little magic in the obvious
This is life, you can live in opulence
Son, all you need to make it is that confidence like

What a beautiful day, beautiful day
What a beautiful day
Come and join me on this beautiful day, beautiful day
This beautiful day

Yo, you can take it from me
Life is not as easy as they makin' it seem
Lacin' up the kicks, keep on chasin' the dream
If you're tired of the radio replace it with me cause
I'm just a kid up on a mission
To give you something you could listen to while you're fishin' like
Keep the real in, keep real in
Then you cast out, fake only cast doubt homie
Study this like a chemistry test
If there's so much more to life then why we settle for less
I'mma take a little break, put my pencil to rest
And take a look around and see how we especially blessed cause
Life is beautiful son,
I hope you know it, and notice
No one else can undermine ya moment
It's all connected in unusual ways
It ain't that hard to tell man it's a beautiful day

Beautiful Day (Produced by [B] Rogers)

I ride a train called a train of though,
It rolls forever on a point of view
I take it all the time it never stops
Could start in me and it could end in you.

Sample Credit: Les Baxter - The City
Album art: Scott Mash

Train Of Thought (Produced by [B] Rogers)

Lyrics:

Yo let me break it down, yeah sonny I'm a tour de force
Keep it noted, you can pin it on your board of cork
Storm the port, I'm the tea party type
Givin' life to the people that ain't feelin' alright
Like, sick of radio? Come and see the pharmacist,
Feelin' like I'm Moses how I gotta do my part in this
Thing called life, thing called life
Someone hit up Goldie Locks, think i got it just right like
Ummm, never too much 
Never too little, gotta give um just enough
of
What they want, give um what they want
Hope my music got you sparkin' up the blunt cause
It's been a long time coming 
Gotta hit the ground runnin'
Other rappers think they sweet but, 
They ain't sayin' nothin' 
Son I'm in the lab, dustin' off the wack 
People frontin' on the track like they stuntin' 
But they lack a certain something like 

Finesse, it's all about finesse
Everyone's a rapper and they think that they the best
But they lack finesse, its all about finesse
If you don't take ya time then you never will progress like

I take my time on any given line 
Makin' sure I get it right before I let it shine
Sound familiar? Well I said it again
And if you got a problem with it take it up with ya friends
Like either way, homie it's all gravy, I
Grind daily, wherever the world takes me, and
You can come too, don't be afraid great thing we can do
With the world, all you need is belief in the truth 
Like you gotta plant a seed to grow a tree from the roots 
So I, dig deep, spit a sixteen 
With a little bit of luck I'll grow a stalk from the bean
Yo I'm underground peepin' at the upper echelon
Throwin' food for ya thought like a local restaurant
Yo the specials on daily and it always the same
A plate of love with a side of fuck the money it's lame this is

Finesse, it's all about finesse
Everyone's a rapper and they think that they the best
But they lack finesse, its all about finesse
If you never take ya time then you never will progress like
(x2)



Finesse (Produced By [B] Rogers)

Sample Credit: Paul Desmond & Dave Brubeck - Alice in Wonderland

Lyrics:
Yeah, it's the simple things in life that make its all worth it
There's way more underneath the surface
We all fall down, that's gravity, ain't nobody perfect
Everything's gotta serves it's own purpose

Yo I see a sunny day, just the way that I like, I might
Peddle round the neighborhood, vibin' on life 
Hear the ice cream man? I might stop for a bite
But then it's kickstand up and I'm right back on the bike
No hands, ridin' on a sidewalk
Scoopin' with a little wooden spoon
Saturday 20 June, of 2015
The future's so much further then it's seems
Still I understand it's coming pretty soon
Savorin' every scoop on this beautiful afternoon 
Hear the birds singin' all of there usual little tunes
Need a visual? Several settled on different roofs
Singing songs in what sounded like various types of moods
But I guess, that be for the birds
I'm just plenty happy here sittin' on the curb
Finishing my ice cream and for what's worth, 
I'mma keep on doin' this until I'm in the dirt

Cause it's the simple things in life that make its all worth it
There's way more underneath the surface
We all fall down, that's gravity, ain't nobody perfect
Everythings gotta serves it's own purpose
x2
Hold up...
Find me flipping through the tube with nothing much left to prove
See the slippers on my feet replacing both of my shoes
I finally found my groove, Kuzco up in the room
Sonnie I keep it smooth, I'm doin' jus' what I do like
Money money, it doesn't represent me
Shit I drive a Jetta, never ridden in a Bentley, I'm
Dead broke, ride the take until it's empty
But I love life my life and I got it by the plenty
Now matter where I'm at, I'm happy and that's a fact
Show love and you'll get back, life's goodie with all of that shh,
It ain't a secret, love is what I be seakin'
I'm shaken off all the demons and wakin' the people sleepin'
Pullin' um out the deep end
One by one if it's needed
Son I'm undefeated in life
No matter what the weather I can still see light 
Do you understand that peace be my reason to fight

Yeah, it's the simple things in life that make its all worth it
There's way more underneath the surface
We all fall down, that's gravity, ain't nobody perfect
Everything's gotta serves it's own purpose
Everything gotta serves it's own purpose
x2

Simple (Produced By [B] Rogers)

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Ella Fitzgerald with the premo sample. My two up at the two down. Peace out VA, I already miss you. Good looks at Lowz for hookin' it up in the studio.


East Coast (Produced by [B] Rogers)

Sample Credit: Bill Evans - Waltz For Debby

Lyrics.

Peace, it is what it is.
Put in a bag and sell it to the kids
Peace, it is what it is
Yo put it in a bag and sell it to the kids

Peace be respected if peace is not neglected
Peace be with you and, peace be subjective
Effected by the past and the people you connect with
Peace is any moment if you have the right perspective 
Effected by the past and the people you connect with
Peace is any moment if you have the right perspective
So invest in the mood behind intention 
My attitude determines my direction
Never seek acceptance
See without dependance
We don't need a credit card just to pay attention...
That's peace, a little bit of love
Make a little bread just to feed it to the ducks
Hope I make a couple bucks when I speak to find the truth
Find a little bit in me, but I see the rest in you
So I shine when I pay a bit of mind to the little
Things, hope they bring another riddle
See it as a challenge, honing all my talents 
Perusing happiness while I try to find a balance.... that's 

Peace, it is what it is.
Put in a bag and sell it to the kids
Peace, it is what it is
Yo put that in a hook and sell it to the kids
Yeah
Peace, it is what it is.
Put in a bag and sell it to the kids
Peace, it is what it is
Yo put that in a hook and sell it to the kids

Yeah, peace be the reason that I speak up
See cause, my girl be the reason the I see love
Seek the underneath, find the peace the I speak of
I'm saying that you gotta find the heart not the d-cup
...
Peace
I get it from the top
A journy and some risk hopin' time never stop
I keep it moving like the arms on a clock and 
Never let um' brand me like the polo on my socks
...
Peace
Lemme get a peace of that
Always look ahead steady never lookin' back
Stayin' Focused like a Ford when I'm busy on the track
Find a little bit of peace when I'm busy on my MacBook
...
Let it go like the quarterback pass...
Keep it movin', right foot up on the gas
Lookin' forward and forgettin' bout the past and
Peace be the numbers that I see up on the dash 

Yeah, it is what it is.
Put in a bag and sell it to the kids
Peace, it is what it is
Yo put that in a hook and sell it to the kids
Yeah
Peace, it is what it is.
Put in a bag and sell it to the kids
Peace, it is what it is
Put that in a hook and sell it to the kids

Sometimes I write in wet pavement for peaceful entertainment
See a little humor in the placement 
Wonder where the day went, I spent it in the basement
Picking kick-drums while I looking for motivation
Yeah, that's peace, find it in my late nights
Looking for a way to get the people here to play nights
They focused on the fake type, but I speak on where the heart went
Preach a little peace that I found around a park bench
Feelin' like I'm Clark Kent, fly as I could ever be
Rather keep it normal cause the power doesn't better me
Where is Linda Ellerbee, I'm reachin' off the deep-end
Hoping I can bring the kids someone they believe in
I believe in peace, it took some time for me to find it
Droppin' out of collage, couldn't find it in assignments, 
Believe in perfect timin', fate is what I'm lovin'
I'm saying there's a reason that you hit the play button... blame it on the

hook x4





Peace feat. Lit (Produced by [B] Rogers)

Fresh out the Lab. Free download.

Lyrics.

Yo I'm fresh out the lab like Pinky and the Brain,
Take the world over better get out of my way, I'm
Here to stay, head Bob like Flay,
Say "Next course sheaf" and I'll get it, right away
Pick a tray, tray. I could entertain the party
Choppin' competition like I'm practicin' karate 
Hibachi on the grill yep, nifty with my skill set
Never said I'm sick, I'm just askin' if you're ill yet...
So contagious change like my status, status
Underneath it all like a mattress
I've had it, pullin' out the fake like a rabbit
I'm half past fed up with the game, I'mma grab it and
Stab at it like an addict
Then Anne Frank the fake to the attic
Damn it, imagine
What if rappers rapped to get some action
Oh wait man that's exactly what's happened

I'm in the lab like, like
I'm in the lab like, like
I'm in the lab like, Pinky and the Brain

I'm back inside of my lab
Gabbin' my pen grabbin' my pad
Keep the soul, drop the swag
Pickin' a flow up outta my bag
Damn, fast don't mean that I'm better.. than you, 
Doesn't mean that I'm clever
And change'll come like the weather
Yeah late be better then never ahh
So ya'll better get to typin'
I'm all original yeah, Swiper no swiping 
Got my wax on kid, better get to wiping
Makin' sure I'll be remembered like Titans, ha yeah
Flow gold break the mold, never sold out
Flea from the phoney, never lonely when I roll out
Hope you understand, everybody has a plan 
I'm like a game of Nazi zombies how I hold out, right yeahh
Yo, I'll be in it for the long haul
Bringing back reality, I'mma vote Ron Paul
Gotta make it happen, I wont ever make the wrong call
Pray for the day I'm blowin' up, let a bomb fall
 
Chorus

I said, fast don't mean that I'm better
But I'm on the ball like a tether 
Showin' love bringing people together
If you don't like it then write me a letter, umm
I have no need to be number one
Blow away like a Thunder Gun
Pullin' my weight is easy as cake
Take the whole team and the punter son
Yeah, in the lab no need to relax
Cuttin' the slack, cut up the track
Cut any rabbit that's takin' a nap
Call it a rap, cuttin' the crap
Flowin' so much I got it on tap,
Tap on the table, I'll fill up your glass
You ain't better because you rap fast, uhh
Yeah, slow and steady wins the race
And the message that you send is more important than the pace
All the talent that you have should not be ever put to waste
Yeah we gotta set examples, no matter what it takes, uhh
Fake people make you lookie lookie
See my cars, listen how I eat a pussy pussy,
You're a G yeah you soundin' like a rookie rookie
Yeah you ballin', what the fuck you want a cookie cookie?

Chorus



Pinky and the Brain (Produced by [B] Rogers)

Off of my vary limited edition EP "From the Top". If you are one of the few who downloaded it while it was up you'll recognizes this opening song.

From the Top (Produced by [B] Rogers)

From the 757 region of Virginia I'm committed to authentic hip hop. Currently located in Bergenfield, New Jersey I'm still on the path to making music with a purpose. The only thing that makes me who I am is you, the people who continue to support me. If you like what you hear, it's free for a reason. Download, share it with your friends, spread the wealth and thanks for being where you are.

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 -[B] Rogers

Pure Imagination (Produced by [B] Rogers)

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