*Final Mix, message about free copy of Dreaming Momentarily
Production by Sam Newton
Track 1
Album: Dreaming Momentarily
Lyrics written by: Jacob Bajer

Lyrics (Mr.MOJO):
Yes we’re serious, doing drugs until we’re delirious
Music made with love, it’s an experience to hear me spit.
But mothers and fathers pass the fear to kids
Why do we even bother, it clearly is
The mirror image of a lost cause, bottom to top
It’s a long fall. Mozeltof, and I’m gone.
Was born in a mobile home
Now I’m with models at the hostel, I’m grown!
Backpacking overseas, snapback to the front
Fill a blunt with a whole oz. I’m in my zone.
Grinding, Tony Hawk, you phone, dawg.
Up North South, all my homies raw!
Going hard till there’s nothing left, so try to kill me
This innocence is guilty, will we willingly witness the
World wash away, wait another day to stand up and say
That justice doesn’t pay, It’s unsafe living a life so mundane
All one must do is sustain, Fuck lames, I learned to love hate.
We don’t need money, we need change, so let me coin this phraseeeee!
I’m working 48 hours a day, 14 days a week, 
So I can get on stage and speak to humanity 
Sometimes to win it’s a one man team, Independent, don’t try to brand me.
Floating in the potion, part the ocean like Moses, open sesame.
Break through to live a long lasting legacy. 
Pass a joint to this man please I can’t see 
cause this damn weed mixed with amphetamines 
got me joining the devil’s team, 
I’m a fallen angel. Looking at life from all the angles
So grab a Kodak, take a photograph, destiny is painful.
Did ya’ll notice that I took a notepad, wrote this map
To my chosen path, is this it? Yeah, these hoes are bad
But that’s not where my focus at. 
It’s somewhere between Columbine and 911
99 problems, 99 millenniums off schedule.
2012, the end? Shit, there’s been several.
It’s only the end as we know it, but really what do we know?
Nothing’s for sure, so I can’t sit and wait
Listen to the bullshit political debates
That fuel presidential campaigns.
Break the spell, be the king of yourself
Success is bought, so tell me, how does failure sell?
I’m a nerd, nervous like Mitch Hedberg, 
Whose really holding it up, the loops or the belt?
Matter of fact, whose wearing the pants?
Put you in a trance, I’m feeling unstable
Jumping on top of tables
I’m a trippy motherfucker, watch your ankles.
Trying to make it to Cali, Flow some Newport
And then you know we trying to do a few more
40s, more weed, got the gorgeous girls snorting up some cocaine
I ain’t even on that white, but if she got to be, she got to be tonight.

Come one, come all, come one, all!
Come on all you men, and all you women, and all you children
This is the reborn prince's first appearance
I'm telling you this is just the beginning

This is the day we have come to take what's our's. 

The Prince's Return (Album Version)

Remix of Kid Ink's Hell and Back

production by: Joseph Langford
Featuring: Tyler Kelso (Kyler Telso, DJ Wyldgryme)

Original production goes to Kid Ink and Alumni Music Group.

All I Need (Kid Ink x Hell&Back x remix)

Final Mix, message about free copy of Dreaming Momentarily
Produced by: Sam Newton
Track 8
Album: Dreaming Momentarily
Lyrics written by: Jacob Bajer

Lyrics (Mr.MOJO):
Look up at the moon, it's a lunar eclipse
Galaxies have shifted into superficial 
bullshit filled with supersition!
Started slow, but I improved with the spitting
Now you wishing my crew would you in a written
Well this is it. I don't hold a grudge, are you kidding?
I do drugs, I don't keep my views hidden 
My heart, my soul, it's all in my music listen
I still don't see the point in clothes that are too expensive
You confused when I spit because they say the mood is different.
It's true isn't it? I'm the sickest, my flow is contagious
Face it, face the facts. It's ridiculous, outrageous
to think you have to be religious to know what faith is.
Not to mention, I'm in the basement, and I'm...
Trying to die tonight, cause I'm young and living
Up til Sun rise, trapped in this prison
Just another twenty-two year old burn out
thinking it's my turn now
been waiting a while, but I'm not worn down.
Mic checks, multiple takes, 
it's wake and bake, make or break
Thinking ahead to the days, we play
to the fans that throw the weed on the stage
Pulling dimes, whole team's getting laid
but the girls only know the me on the page
and to be honest, I'm Jim Morrison strange
usually up late in a daze, t
These drugs and dreams got me feeling drained
I'm on my way!
Tripping, but not losing my balance, 
only ground gained!
Up for any challenge
This dedication mixed with talent
Along with a few bad habits is my religious practice
Can grasp it? It's tragic with measures beyond drastic
Molly, Acid, and other magic got me stretching my mind like elastic
Pure passion, sorry it's not plastic!!! Wooohhh

Yeah, pure passion
We didn't have shit
but we imagined 
and made it happen.
Now it's just me and my whole crew chilling
with about ten bad bitches
just rappin. 

Can I get a mic check and cash it. 







Lunar Eclipse (Album Version)

*Final Mix. Message about free CDs of the album, Dreaming Momentarily
Produced by: Sam Newton
Lyrics written by: Jacob Bajer
Album Dreaming Momentarily

Lyrics (Mr.MOJO):
On my private airline, back then it was their time
Now it’s mine, time to shine
Flic the bic, there’s the spotlight
Spitting facts, I don’t lie
An absurd kid from a small town, I’m talking out in the country
A jock, a classclown, but I wasn’t trying to be funny.
Now we all grown and we still don’t get it
That’s why I’m alone, staying stoned spitting these sentences 
Until I’m long gone, touring the world, Mexico to Hong Kong
In Italy leading a symphony, got em dancing in the streets
From America to Paris, they feeling the beat, so turn it up, hit the weed, this industry is listening
Go out spend 50 gs instantly, I’m the Enemy of the State, but if I was Will Smith
I’d go for Independence, meet aliens then flip my shit, go get myself hitched
tell the bitches to kiss my dick, but make it a Frenchie
Got her hole drenching, like I gave her a wet willy!
I’m so silly, Oh really? I’m the MC, flow til infinity
I gotta goodwill, my soul’s thrifty
So why is no one else friendly?
Is he tripping? No, maybe, yes, I bet!!!!!

So turn it up, hit the weed, the industry is listening!

We be steady killing cans
Trying to get a million man, if you don’t feel my plan,
Tell a friend, then mail it in, these lames ain’t relevant
Money like my times, well spent
Walk in the door, and heads spin
The crew’s here so let them in, or we’ll crash this place
Like a Nascar race, sitting outside the party, fast cars with bass.
She said grab my waist. So I did, hit it like a hurricane, ass shaking like an earth quake
I’m the dude your girl calls on her birthday. She blowing me, I’m blowing purple haze.
Get mine, leave, proceed to party hard. 
Came alone, but I leave with a hoe’s heart
Get mine, leave proceed to party hard
Came alone, but I leave with a hoe’s heart
See them twins again, still can’t tell them apart
Don’t love her? Wear a rubber, stay smart!
You don’t want clamydia, grab the Trojans bitch, Giddy up!
I’m feeling shitty but, Monica and Lydia want me to visit the city of
Chatsworth, California, Life a movie, better yet a porno
Filled with video cameras, no clothes, whores and hoes.
Don’t knock if the door’s closed, Predicting my own win, Lee Corso
I got a lot, need more, though. I be beating it up, killing it in War mode
Fly, trip, roll, and in the morning get mo! 
A few spliffs rolled means a few zips smoked.
I got a different flow, In case you didn’t know
Up North South, you know what we’re about!
Burning loud and turning towns!

They're Listening (Album Version)

*Final Mix. Message about free CDs of the album, Dreaming Momentarily.
Produced by: Sam Newton
Track 4
Album: Dreaming Momentarily
Lyrics written by: Jacob Bajer
-Excluding *HOOK*, written by: Sam Newton

LYRICS: (Mr.MOJO):
Get some joints rolled. Make them look like cross bones
Take em to the Skull, the you can come join my cult.
I’m on my Charles Manson shit, Hell bent, but let me tell ya bitch
The devil is intelligent, so I can get at celebs and they won’t find evidence.
Start dancing if you are a fan of it. The real question is do you understand it?
Do you need a definition? I’m a man on a mission, just like the rest wishing
For more in life with less decisions, Never toted a gun, but I’m spitting
A full clip of ammunition. So give a little recognition. I’m the chosen one!
Life’s like poker, I’m going all in like it’s nothing
Without Mary Jane, I couldn’t function, So I’m bluffing
Taking the pot and running to spend a Hundred Gs in London
I be slugging like BJ Upton, when the beat comes in, I’m Evil Kenieval stunting! 
You know it’s me if it’s poetry flowing like EE Cummings 
Or Ezra Pound, I’m doing it big, whose Precious now?

*HOOK*

Puff puff pass
Lungs collapse 
Inhaling
My lyrical ability swinging like Mike Tyson's left
Impaling 
all the ill words passes, and you were left saying
My music left you saying, nothing
Nothing, just like you say "I is".

LYRICS: (Mr,MOJO)
When you dissing, you on a mission impossible, Tom Cruise.
But this is the 4 of July, I was born to ride and bomb you.
Let you shell shocked, no photo, but you’ll get your head shot.
Put you in a headlock, the ring of death, No Xbox, Ya’ll thought
I couldn’t rap because I don’t have dread locks, but the top is the next stop.
Shit, the Jet started in the Sandlot, to be honest, I’d rather sell guests pot
Than be a bell hop or work a desk job, I been working with no pay like a sweat shop.
But I can’t stop cause I can imagine when fans flock and ask for my John Hancock.
I’ll never forget where I came from
Unless I got memory loss from the dank bud!
I stay stoned like Oliver, Fuck these police officers
I’ll spread them out like Billy did Bob Ollinger,
I’m sick, check the thermometer. 
My hearts going off the monitor.
I came, saw, and conquered like Julius Caesar
So, who is the leader? Listen to the speakers
Everytime I do it, it’s ether.

CrossroadsXCrossbones (Album Version)

 I am Mr. MOJO.

Reborn countless times, have fallen from the grapevine. 





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