Produced By: Lion And Prime Productions

Lyrics:
Is this real, 'cause I thought I was supposed to go further;
I still have dreams where I'm on stage and I leave shows murdered;
So much at stake it's a burden;
But they don't show no concern n';
I try my best that's why I'm hurtin';
But theres still a fire inside like heart burn n';
It feels like I'm not gettin' what I deserve thats why I'm fucking cursin';
I know how to make a verse just great;
But what the fuck is the point if it's just a worthless waste;
I got no time for it anymore 'cause I'm workin late;
Tryin' to keep food on the surface of my plate;
These motha fuckas act hard but under the surface their just fake;
I think at birth someone cursed my fate;
But for tryin' to fight it this person's brave
So who say's these are illusions;
You, just being a nusence, cruisin' for a bruisin';
I'm a mother fuckin' Dr. Suess that's ruthless;
2 cents says that I'mma be hugest;
I don't got much of a crew bitch;
Turn this the fuck up, let's bass boost it;
Whether your chillin', or cruisin';
'Till the day I die I'll be ill with the music;
I choose to rufuse to abuse it;
Say whatever just to give some amusement;
Just don't confuse it for bein' stupid;
Any track I'm on man I rip right through it;
Fluent and I knew it from the start;
I had to get into rap and imbue it with my art;
Before they ruin what's left of the spark;
And we're left in the dark;
So I'm running for the light in the coming of the night;
And I wonder was like this for everybody;
True comin' through to the mic;
Is everybodys life a never ending fight?;
Or just some of us;
Well, I know at least one of us;
Fuck it, some are just lucky;
This must be hell so I wonder what's above me;
'Cause this place is gettin' bumpy, rugged and ugly;
I don't like people so I moved back out to the country;
On the mountain, I belong close to the clouds;
n' It feels like the countdown's on;
Better bow down when my foul style spawns;
I'm now drawn to the light, but I'm hell bound, aww;
Too bad, so sad, write another rhyme in your notepad;
Take your stoned ass back home, you don't own rap;
Hang it up like a phone or a jacket on your coat rack;
That's dope but no one even knows that I wrote that;
Rhyming ability, 'bout the only thing I don't lack;
No one hears me, man it's like my soul's trapped;
But I'm someone nobody's gonna' hold back;
And I wonder;
If I fall will somebody catch me?;
Naw, 'cause nobody's listening;
Raw, everytime I'm spitting;
Rhymes are glistening;
Shine while insisting;
I'm fine, but I'm not;
In my mind I'm on top;
And these lines cannot stop;
'Till the time I drop;
I defy all odds;
I'm bio-logically awesome, but I'm boxed in my thoughts;
I'm tryin' not to be nauseas as I get lost in my conscience;
Oh my god this is non sense; 
No progress acomplished;
n' It's hard to digest, should I just stop?;
I think not, I'll continue the journey of miles I've walked;
In these 11 1/2 shoe size I bought;
But being alone is the only prize I got;
If I stop, what's left of my pride is lost;
I should squash these imposters;
Show 'em all a true monster;
Who conqours everytime he stomps his feet;
Honestly, when I get on that chronic I'm a beast;
Combat, you don't want that, please;
You don't wanna be in the place I'm droppin' bombs at;
On your knees
Took this shit serious since I turned 16;
Hattman was created, have you heard of him;
He's emerging see, it's an emergency;
He's turning into a person, a being;
And he lurks in me;
A circus freak, runnin' in circles tryin' to work his speech;
Searching for a purpose beneath;
Insert verbs then burst in the scene;
To go further then he, ever could've dreamed;
And one day maybe he gon' break free;
I know I been gone lately, It might of made me crazy;
These retards portray me as lazy;
But I don't care just stay the fuck away from me;
If you got shit to say to me,
Back away, 'cause you don't wanna' play wit' me;
Slay you with the shit, bitch your wit's weak;
This shit's deep, I'm a fuckin' giant, you're a pipsqueek;
I'm higher than the entire nation in the 60's;
I just switched the flow, goes to show;
Hattman could strike at any time, I fuckin' told ya so;
I'm climbing my way up to the top of the totem pole;
Without a sober flow, that's non existent for me don't ya' know
I'm a walking alcohol overdose;
Used to have a frog in my throat, 'till I spoke;
Now look out, 'cause my mouth spits fluid rhymes out like a spout;
Holdin' on to the mic for dear life, I won't let it go
This song's for everybody who's still losin';
Stuck in the same place, but makes great music;
Or whatever your doin';
Don't give up on your dreams or they are just illusions;

Illusions

True Story Feat. Hattman

New song made for Jesse's new video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tv3KPB9Xssk  

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Off the Grid

Lyrics

Verse 1:
You may not know my name
So in case you didn't I'mma let ya know
Just give me a second though
Let me wreck a record with every breath n be left alone
Tokin' cause I'm always stressin being treated like a steppin stone
Addicted to the rap shit like methadone
I'm just tryin to get my method on
This is what I'm destined fo'
Even though I'm in distress
I sound like a professional
Rap is the lesson Hattman's the professor yo
I keep comin' back with a better flow
I ain't ever lettin go
'Bout to get my rum n' I'm about to get some dro
Gotta get it goin' bitch I'm more than so-so
I don't wanna keep it on the low no more bro
Get your fuckin head ripped off in the dojo
Oh no!, oh yes Codys so stressed
Codys so blessed to remain so fresh
If you expect the best then I'mma give you no less
I get no rest flow until my throat strept
My coast slept
On me since the beginning
I get tense when I'm venting my feelins
So I get so high that I'm entering the ceiling
My flow is intense and appealing
I said I'm a villain
I kill, kill it for real just for the thrill, thrill of it
Ill still I get 'till nobodys feelin it
The flow militant I stay diligent
Until a generation of intelligent people accept me
And I'm made relevant
It's a fucked up world I just wanted to excel in it
Spittin with the rhymes spinnin like a propellor kid
Oh! the flow elegant why ain't I sellin it
I'm seein more bars than a felon is
through my life when I fluid write
Ain't no way I couldn't do it right
Now what the fuck is it that you wanna do tonight

Verse 2:
I write raps and rap right just like that
Comin right back with a blunt to light that
Just point me the direction a fuckin mics at
I step outta the background n act foul
Make you cry later if you laugh now
I attack, the tactics is fast rap lips
with some adlibs
Back to back tracks exactly what the facts is
Pullin Hatt trcks
The force of my spitt'll make you do backflips
Leave you with a couple cracked ribs
Listenin to Hatt's shit
Will make you wanna chop somebody up with a hatchet
Time, I'm just tryin to pass it, goin bat shit
I'm outta my mind doubt I'mma find
Peace on this route of mine
But I'm tryin to escape with what I design
Fuck I'm defined
As an alcoholic sad lonely piece of shit
It's right on the money, I don't give a fuck eat a dick
The one nobody care for therefore the one you can't prepare for
Smokin blunts 'till I'm airborn
Music is what the fuck I'm here for
I think I figured out what they stare for
Stupid jealous ass fucks
See me and think they wanna act tough
Make me wanna laugh ha
They can hate, nobody hate Hatt more than the Hatt what
I'm so far ahead of 'em they'll never catch up

Higher (Remix)

Remix of Catch Me If You Can by Jody Breeze

Lyrics

Verse 1:
I'm tryin to get as lit as I can possibly get
Stumble around my property n spit it properly sick
Hip-Hops gotta take me to the top
Get me the fuck outta this bottomless pit
Nobody wanna follow me n now I'm hollering
Upset 'cause no one gave a fuck yet
But I don't re-gret anything I ever said
I do this for the benefit of Hip-Hop
Rollin' up everything I got in the Zip-Loc
Feels like I'm runnin outta time tick-tock
n It's got me ticked off
Run out of a liquor store leavin it robbed
What do I got to give a fuck about?
10 fuckin years I stuck this out
Nobody wanna listen to my fuckin mouth
Now I'm buggin out
self destructive, dealt with fucked shit
Never really had help with nothin
So I don't care I've no fear
Learned at a young age that lifes no fair
A feeling that most share
It's my fault I've been aching
But I've been awful patient
I drink myself into an altered state then
Get into an altercation
Bounce a rock off their face n now the cops are chasin
I escape on foot with my mask n cape on n they all shook
I don't give a fuck
No I don't give a shit (oh no)
Catch me if you can
Motha fuckas you ca suck my dick

Verse 2:
I can't stop, no I won't quit
But I don't know why I still do this
This'll never get me outta here
Cause I ain't gonna fuckin say what they wanna hear
runnin outta beer n the rums gone
I'd rather spit whats on my mind then some dumb fun song
The reason I speak the mind
Is so one day this life I can leave behind
n If I go too soon they'll know that he did try
Right now nobody but I believe in I
I'll bleed to redefine rap
we need more people like that
Cause y'all turned pussy like some feline cats
It's like I make a bee line when I read mine
On the north east side
People sayin why ain't he signed
If ya can't catch up then ya better rewind
Feelin feverish n evil
He ballistic killa bee in this bitch people
Speak as if they equal
He sadistic, lethal
Feed the misfits ego
Not gonna give up with each flow
Haters got a big mouth n deep throat
They don't know I scale a steep slope
Rewards I never reap those
Still re-e-represent the east coast
Hatt's gonna spit the motha fuckin raps 'till he's ghost
Yup that's the motha fuckin path that he chose
My demons I can't defeat those
So the beast rose
Now I unleash it for more than just to release flows

Catch Me If You Can (Remix)

Produced By: Hattman
Lyrics:
Look, everything's good
I ain't from the hood
I came from the woods

While I linger on earth it stings n it hurts
But I wanna be remembered before I sink in the dirt
So I write until my fingers are hurt
I quit the cigarettes sure
Still need a bigger cheque's worth
Just to get outta debt
But it's payday so now I'm wrecked n how is that smart
My anger makes me loud n act hard with the rap art
Tryin to wake up cause my dream is off to a bad start
Insomnia led to a coma, oh my god
I'm so high I never had a sober thought
Clever never copped like a photo shop
I was takin shots like I was Robo Cop
If someone says I'm so-so I'll rip open your throat n smoke your pot
Maybe I'm a little bit over the top
But I just wanna be close to the top
Before somebody closes it up
I'm weird, I know but I was supposed to be fucked
So roll the weed up n start blowin green stuff
If I fall are you muh fuckas holdin me up
Sorry I dont mean to go n erupt
But yall know that I am totally fucked blowin trees yup
Smellin it over seas, what!?
You kinow there ain't no helpin a
Lyricist whose message was set to self destruct

Chorus:
I'm walkin on clouds n I'm fearin I might fall down
You are now hearing a spirit from a lost realm
Appearing in your halls with his balls out
Goin all out with a raw mouth
Not givin a fuck about whatever falls out no doubt
I gotta throw down some bars
I dont know how I can sit n spit for hours
With particular prowess and articulate balance
A wiggidy-wordsmith
With or without a verse to friggin rehearse with
But I figure I'm cursed Biiitch

Verse 2:
I dont give a fuck, I dont give a rat's ass
I'm past that, I'm just the cat's ass
I'm doin me this music means
More than some cash stacks
I'm morphing as I speak
Destroy it when I rap to the beat
Laugh at defeat I always get back to my feet
This my passion ya see
Never wack with a speech
I'm like Dracula comin back for ya accurately
Stay out the way
Ya throat I might grasp with my teeth
Kill 'em all, still I'm raw I ain't gonna change
But I will evolve higher than the ceilin y'all
Feelin tall n I'm still a villain dog
Rhyme spine chillin
I'm willing to use all my time to be quite thrilling
They'd rather be vibe killin then to support
Maybe 'cause I don't talk much, more of a thinkin sort
That's why I rhyme sharper than a ninja sword
As I venture forth
This is something you should turn your attention toward

Chorus:
I'm walkin on clouds n I'm fearin I might fall down
You are now hearing a spirit from a lost realm
Appearing in your halls with his balls out
Goin all out with a raw mouth
Not givin a fuck about whatever falls out no doubt
I gotta throw down some bars
I dont know how I can sit n spit for hours
With particular prowess and articulate balance
A wiggidy-wordsmith
With or without a verse to friggin rehearse with
But I figure I'm cursed Biiitch

Spirit From A Lost Realm

Verse 1:
This is elementary like L-M-N-O-P
Hell is sendin me to defeat n deplete all enemies
I'd have to be decapitated for you to get ahead of me
I'm never leaving these mutha fuckas are edible like fettachinni
n I'm gettin kinda tired of never eating better believe him
I am forever heating up leading up to freedom beam me up
bought some rum n weed n I can see me being fucked
Whats to discuss I'll just cus
It's time for a lift up
Smoke a whole lot of this stuff
Are you ripped yet?
Shit yes avoid me like a piss test when I fuckin spit this
suck a dick bitch
You be like "What the fuck is this?"
None of ya business, none of ya's vicious or fuckin with this shit
I hate to be so simplistic
But sometimes you got to, fuck you
You don't wanna see me erupt do you?
Fools I will crush you

Chorus:
Oh you know me smokin them blunts
Oh fa sho I toke two at once
They all write like they're dunce
A bunch of fuckin dumb cunts
I pour some rum in my cup
So now I don't give a fuck
I smoke the herb to vegetate
Then write the rhyme to educate
Hattman spits the verse thats fuckin up your mental state

Verse 2:
Makin' it look so easy this is my cup of tea
You're outta your fuckin mind if you think you can fuck with me
I may be the sickest crazy with this
I'll leave rappers embarressed like their parents showed their baby pictures
Nothing to do but spit amazing scriptures
Mixin up elixers n I get this
Overwhelming urge to emerge then get nervous
Mentally disturbed if you ain't heard what the word is
Flows hotter than a furnace gets Ha!
Yes sir it is, my cockiness probably got you more shook than turbulance
I dont mean to be blunt but I'm burnin one
It's what I get encouraged from
Even though my style sure is shunned
Maybe cause I'll gladly say that you're all stunned
Straight fuckin dumb
I spend a lot of weeks to descend upon a beat
I fall a lot but when I land its always on my feet
My feet hurt from fuckin walkin all day in the street
Honestly you'll get schooled
point someone out as bomb as me
I'll hit the muh fuckin chronic then write something astonishing

Elementary

Rules (Remix)

A short remix of the song Seven Chakras by Ces Cru

Seven Chakras (Remix)

A remix to the song Retaliation by Jedi Mind Tricks

Retaliation (Remix)

Lyrics

Verse 1:
I got a contaminated, katana blade I hand made it
You'll need more than a bandaid 
I am faded in your damn basement
I stand naked ready to chase like my man Jason
Straight outta Crystal Lake, uh I been waitin'
So long I just can't take it
The feelin I can't shake it
My intentions are blatant
Give a fuck about a fan base
You'll never see ya' man make it
But I'm ready for war and I'm never leaving my station
Until I'm depleted of hatred
There's something I like about what go bump in the night
Keepin me company's what it does for me
In this dungeon called life
While I'm pumping your wife
Gettin a blumpkin tonight
You think I'm saying this just for the sake to jump on the mic?
If you call me a mother fucker,
mother fuck I just might
Shut the fuck up
I'll cus until I come to the light
The fuck you gonna do, when I'm coming to life?
Get me some rum n' I write
I'm summoning someone inside
Start running everyone of ya die

Chorus:
If I act like I don't need nobody it's 'cause I don't
I rap like I leave 'em bloody, cut ya fuckin throat
I'm a little nutty so don't think that I won't
And I ain't gonna lose that won't be how it go
I smoke a lot of dro, I'm sippin bottles alone
I'm gettin outta control, This aught to be known
Tryin to find inspiration and pick it outta my soul
To rip me outta this hole, before I slip rot and let go
Oh No!

Verse: 2
Oh no, oh, oh, oh no
I don't wanna be personified
My persona fried
Bonified lyrical killa
If you wanna ride
Every line a homicide
That's what I do on the side
Using my drug induced modified iconic mind
To try to find a way to plot a rhyme
All the time
While you rappers tell a lot of lies
Thinkin you're dope cause you're vocals are harmonized?
Nope, ya aren't
Time to focus on your art
If you don't mean what you say, then don't take part
No sunshine today, no it's gon' stay dark
Okay, no way, you just broke they heart
Cody don't play so I hope folks stay smart
My jokes are just to coax
No hoax I stay sharp
Everybody claiming they hard, movin' weight
I just music make in the graveyard
Don't think you can take Braveheart

(Chorus)

Verse 3: 
Creeping in your backyard
To slash and then laugh hard
Proceeding through the evening
Like an Ol' Dirty Bastard
Wu!, Do you grasp parts like that?
Quicker than the flash with the raps
When I'm sipping on the flask
These new rappers are faggets
Take the dick up out ya ass
The plan of attack
Is still stacking lyrical ammo in fact
You don't want to clash with the man with the mask
And the rum up in his glass
Tipping it back to get the gift of the gab
The kid get lifted wicked with it
Ya catch a shit kickin fast
Lit the spliff to get to bliss
Then spit what I writ in the pad
I'm distant but efficient when I'm scripting my craft
What a malicious catastrophe
Vicious is what I have to be
So no combatants can baffle me
Can't imagine you magically matching me
So I live ever after happily
Laugh at me then I'll bring out the cavalry

(Chorus)

True Story Feat. Hattman

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