Just a man, his speaker, his phone microphone, and his rhymes. Seeking help to make my sound more professional

Who Do I Think I Am - PEZ

never 2 late_raw (prod. Velo)

Just a man, his speaker, his phone microphone, and his rhymes. Seeking help to make my music more professional. Hmu

Who Do I Think I Am - PEZ

2 tabs_raw (prod. Pendo46)

Just a man, his speaker, his phone microphone, and his rhymes. Seeking help to make my sound more professional. Hmu

stay on this road_raw (prod. Manuel)

A song written and recorded following a challenging conversation with my father, a man who I did not grow up with. I hope that by hearing this story, maybe you can relate and find it in your heart to forgive the father-figure in your life and benefit from the wisdom and love that can come from a healthy relationship.

- Joel

Lyrics: 

I met my pops around the time I turned five.

“Oh what, you alive? Fuck were you all them times that I would cry?”

“Fuck were you when I thought that I would die?”

“In and outta prison? What the fuck for, don’t lie.”

Oh my. Poppa locked up he popped the copper right in his eye.

Got out and hit my mom up - asked if you could stop by. you roll by, you say “Hi”.

Got buzz goin’ thought you’d stick right by my side.

Shit, you still had buzz goin’, so back to jail you a fly.

Why lie? Momma locked up too, knocked up part two. 
Little brother on the way bro, and I straight raised that foo. 
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Back to where I brought you - Father,

You pray to father for forgiveness, forgot the foundation of faith starts first with family.

You live in a state of straight insanity, but you never lost yo sense of humanity.

Love and forgiveness, no hatred in your heart for those you call your family.

But you singlehandedly got 2 women pregnant. Quite the shock to hear you started two families randomly.

Drugs and money led to a life of vanity when you lived in a village, judgement colored by Christianity. ____________________________________

In-n-out jail, no fresh meat for them burgs.

Okay, you had a shit wife that kept you from me, and you tell me that that hurt.

Keep it real dad, no one can tell you shit ex-cept for her.

She had a grip around yo cash, yo cars yo crib, yo kids, and yo caruur. That was some shit back then but it is not over. 
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Not till she lay six feet in the dirt. No ill will, but I wish today was the future for her.

Bet you concur. I know you scured, in car you swerve, don’t hit no curb [and] end up in the obituary blurb.

Listen, I forgive you for all you’ve done.

I’m yo oldest son, eatin’ brunch with tightness in my chest - reflexes told me run.

You know that life not done, this journey just begun. 

Let’s chat about the past and proceed with some love. ___________________________________

It’s time to go in - what I’m spittin’ potent.

Tryna beat the case, tryin’ to avoid goin in.

You know PEZ no stranger to goin in. Healin’ everyday so you know I’m gon win.

Throwin’ caution to the wind. Family under wings, yo’ rhymes boring, don’t listen cause I’m soaring, other people snoring.

Please turn this shit up to ten. I got the key better tune in. Promise that you’ll evolve if you listen... Just listen.

as we proceed

A song written over a period of a few weeks and recorded in a single session. This song stands to be an introduction to not only my initial project; but as a personal introduction of my values, ambitions, and lyrical ability to the world. I carry an undying advocacy for justice and equity for all people, a belief that we should celebrate the champions & constructors of communities instead of those who contribute to the destruction & divulgence of our communities, and a desire to use my talents to bring about a fruitful & fulfilling life for myself. 

Best,
Joel

Lyrics:

“How you doin, how you been? Shit I miss ya man, my dear old friend.”
“Where you at and where ya been? Can’t tell from ya Instagram”
“What you doin’, how you movin’? How you expect to make a fan?” ____________________________________

First of all, I’m adverse to racist farmer cornballs who shuck corn in overalls.

Karen’s dead ass don’t care at all; so quick to call someone to haul stranger with melanin away while they sob and bawl.

It’s clear as crystal ball you view black folks who ball or brown folks lookin’ for work outside of malls as not worthy of life at all.

Listen, the goal to go install some love in y’all from Montreal, Nepal, even Senegal.

No more time to stall, this the first track of all and perhaps it’s the best overall,

But I’ll admit it’s hard to keep track and recall, shit cause I stay steady spazzin’ dawg.

Off the deep end where I stand tall, this pool of me deep, examine my life with luminol but get prepared to be appalled.

This verse wet as it get; take a sec and run this shit back, but watch ya step or you just might slip and fall.

Your second’s up, you ready for roll call? Are the seconds, minutes, hours present - or are we in the past?

I better not catch father time slippin’ or Ima have to whoop his ass.

The rap game current state of matter is straight Tierra Whack;

Don’t trip, I got a bunch of solid shit amassed.

With these liquid raps, I plan to slide right past that lil freshman class,

Plus, I leave y’all with gas I pass from out my ass. Crops got dusted, drive by with no mask.

I’m spicy like Grey Poupon and comprised of Jimmy Neutrons. So, if you fuckin’ with me; either it mean that your taste first class, or it mean I gotta blast. ___________________________________

“How you doin, how you been? Shit I miss ya man, my dear old friend.”
“Where you at and where ya been? Can’t tell from ya Instagram”
“What you doin’, how you movin’? How you expect to make a fan?” ____________________________________

Riddle me this - tell me why killers who drillin’ and shit got flashy wrists and plastic bitch, and neither worth shit.
 
They got the glam and the glitz, but why we listenin’ and given em hits? It’s clear to me image of “real” is a miss.

I’m new in this bitch, but I feel like I am the truest there is. I’m truly the coolest there is. ____________________________________

No coolin’ for the kid. My lid blown and my train of thought done flew out the station. I’m Goku how I be steady trainin’, listen what I’m Super Saiyan.

I don’t need no vacation – well, maybe on occasion. Hawaiian sand what I prefer to be laid in, pen rhymes while I take sun rays in, lose track of time end up lookin like a raisin.

My bread be steady raisin. You lookin’ in amazement and that feels amazin’, cuz the mud is what I was raised in.

Life is like racing; I’m a greyhound and the money be the bunny rabbit that I’m chasin’.

Make no mistakin’ - Bet on me, I guarantee by the day’s end money boutta be rainin’ cause I leave the track blazin’.

abstract

Nothing more than some raw, braggadocios rhymes with a New York flow. Real rap shit from yours truly.

Lyrics:

This beat is fuckin vicious. My flow sweet, so delicious.

Ya boy been baggin’ bitches, now I’m steady stackin’ digits – talkin’ rags to riches.

Unlike Dorothy story with the wicked witches - this shit not factitious.

Nonfiction, my palms itchin. Predictin’ that the money will come without resistance.

Even with broken body I’m about my business - enlightened but STILL wash them dishes.

Change don’t come without persistence. Use my voice and realness to make a difference. ____________________________________

I ask “what is this? The stats don’t lie.” PWIs lookin’ like they boutta cry.

Only color on campus green grass in which I lie and blue up in the sky.

Why Black and Browns always denied? Never get the chance to fly, unless they shot by Private I.

Chalk lines where they body lie - Angel arrive and kneel beside. Take they hand and fly high beyond the sky.
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Who am I? The greatest rapper next to Big – from NY, but not Bestuy.

RIP Big Pun. It’s always the loudest ones surrounded by a thousand guns;

I’m the livest one with no gun and no need to front.

Don’t bet on me to bunt; I’m swinging for the fences, bases loaded with my soldiers, son. Then headed home I run -

My baby got the roundest buns. The love is sweet, talkin’ loads of fun for weeks; but I’ll save that tongue and cheek.

You just can’t compete. Step to me you better come complete.

187, killed the beat. It is done, it met defeat.

Cause the rhymes elite - I do this in my slumber sleep.

This PEZ. Go run and tell ya mum you geek.

nonfiction

Lyrics:

Man, I improvised my whole life so what the fuck you know about freestyling while wildin’.

Better yet, go get a whole life cause fuck you know about all my nights full of cryin’? Fuck you know about knights on an island?

Fuck you know about nights with no stylist? Fuck you know about no money, bro? I had holes in my clothes but I still pull up styling.

Answer to em all - probably nothin’ cause all you know about P E Z is his name. 

All you know about me how I walk around Gucci flip-flops with the Ray Ban frames. Walk around like everything Gucci – huh, shit I got a gold chain. 

You don’t know how I move to CT all alone on my own from a land full of shame.

How the most my momma ever had was nothin’ more than a couple Ts to her name. Only a couple thousand, two sons, and somewhere along the line she got caught in the game.

She really spent a couple years clinked up, dawg she was worse than down bad. Yea her wrists wore them chains.

Left me in them Dirty Dota streets, and in the end my fate was supposed to be the same. I done sipped dirty soda in them streets, no gangs, but trust I was never with them lames.

12 was my chauffeur headed downtown, me in the backseat, but trust that I never told names.

When I was 12 plus 7 no longer felt defeat. 10 toes down I stand on my feet.

That day felt freed from concrete - 2 tabs on my 19th, life never was the same. __________________________________

And you know I got caught up in the game. What the fuck I’m sayin’? No, I didn’t, where is my brain?

I’m smokin’ Mary Jane, what the fuck i’m sayin’? No, I’m not, really where the fuck is my brain?

What the fuck I’m sayin’? I don’t even know anymore bro maybe I’m insane.

I’m feelin’ like Broly, boutta go Super Saiyan. Fuck it dawg, better listen close what I’m sayin’. ____________________________________

No, I never hit stains, now I’m hoppin’ off the plane.

No, my life is not plain - my life is more pain.

Stress weighing in my brain, trying to make my own lane.

Only in it for the fame, never mind that’s lame.

Everybody know my name, everybody all the same.

Boy, you better get to prayin’ if you speakin’ on my name.

Boy you better stop playin’, don’t speak on my name

Everything that I’m sayin’, really only on my name.

2 tabs

Lyrics:

My mother feelin’ great, my brother feelin’ great. What can I say? You know we all in tune, of course I feel the same.

I been feelin’ late, cause my path been paved – I been goin’ out a certain way, maybe time I make a change. ____________________________________

No one told me tryin’ rap would be a big mistake.

It’s A move I gotta make, but keep it light, this tank ain’t fueled by hate.

B gone blow a wood out back to make the anger dissipate,

My baby C do what she should to try and make her future great.

Big D energy come outta me - I bring home bread for dinner plate.

Capital E Z after P, be sure to get you straight.

F you if you an opp, I know them G’s the ones who gon relate.

How you think you know I? Shit, I been to every state.

Sure, we smoked some J’s way back in the day; back when I was with them dudes who used to push the weight.

No K2, and never took Ls when I was high up in the haze. Chuckle at them times, it was a different date. ____________________________________

Word to M, I’m like shady with a couple upgrades.

And N O you don’t know Joel, boy you can’t relate.
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Pee-wee Herman, don’t speak no German – but I’m boutta learn some. You cannot deny that my reach is worldwide.

Now I’m next up on the Queue, doin’ what I gotta do. It’s my time to shine, I’d be dumb to let spotlight subside.

Tell me how we still aRgue about people’s hue? It’s wild they still arreSting people for the color of they hide.

Please warm me up some Tea - wanna sit with reps from both sides, tell them I’d do all I could to end this great divide.

Tell em look alive, look for where that hate derive. 

Promise U find magic when U dive Very deep inside.

My spirit W (double-you), I’m a Gemini too. EXamine me you want a close-up view to see some stars collide.

WhY ego say I’m so different than you? It’s so ridiculous but true, Z answer’s what I can provide. ____________________________________

In the end man, I’m just feelin great. I wonder why I’m feelin late, cause being great don’t have beginning date.
 
Tryna put an end to all this hate - plan to meditate then integrate, spread love around the world to every state.

If my rhymes irritate - hate to say but that’s ya seal of fate.

This straight from P E Z. Best to do it, no debate.

never 2 late

I’m on the highway where I explore this mind state.

Higher planes where you gon find me cause they be where I vibrate.

Beware of my gaze cause when I got a lot on my plate, I might go craze - these hoes are not safe.

Mom not in a north state, so there’s no need for North Face. Feel like I’m finally in a flow state. ____________________________________

And you can’t tune me out cause you know that my flow great, and this road forever gonna grow hate.

Yo, what lil bro say? “Stay on this road and you can get designer coats,

Fans gon sing ya quotes from coast to coast – shit, you could be the goat.”

“But what’s most dope, it’s clear you on the road to growth.

So, it’s time you do the most - go hard, show the globe the ropes. Do it for those who can’t go on alone”

And now I write for those who broke, for those whose bros went ghost.

I write for those who don’t know how to row they boat,

For those with no clean clothes and no shock to cook they toast. ____________________________________

I got the girl, but my primo got the hoes. I got no need to boast, and no sticks to show.

It’s all love, but fuck with me you gon get roast. It’s said and done - let P E Z propose a toast.

stay on this road

Real rap shit. Lyricist & flow titan, tap in if you spazzin’ on tracks.

PEZ

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