The Subtle Clarity (JoeyBlaze & Snoop Swine)

Finally got the member doobz in the booth.
Vibe out to this 
Homies in Harmony

Way Too Long (Air Doobz, JoeyBlaze, & Snoop Swine)

90s Flow

Rinse And Repeat

Get Mine

soooooooo...I tried to make a beat and got a little carried away lol

Metagross

As Of Late

P.S.A

Hot Boy Freestyle

Its been a while. New project coming soon #ClubPhoenix

As of Late

Etiquette

Its been awhile, new project coming soon!! #Clubphoenix

Move Right

Merry Christmas

She says, her story's different, she is the exception
Working for a better future, its a gift to be in her presents
And all who think otherwise, have fallen victim to deception
She'll go through 3 6's tryna hit 3 7's
Strayed from the tabernacle, at war, she love the battle
And more, so she's a rider. Long as you provide a saddle
And her provisions are nutritious, you've eaten worse havent  you
But forever cursed is the one to take a bite of her apple
Lies and disinterest, in the eyes of this emperess
Of her kind, on the grind, kick flips are known as tricking
But her heart, never listens to her mind, its unintended
And her thighs, are what grabbed you and I to her venom
And Bel Biv Devoe, said it best about these women
The way her breast, lay in her dress, to impress every witness
That want the wetness, but protection was never practiced
Who knew that snake in the grass was deadlier than a dragon

He said that a real man does what he gotta do
But forgot to do unto to others as you'd have others do unto you
But he's a hero to us, yes this much remains true
He'll leave you red, blue, and black for the red, white, and blue
Stenciling all of his days, steady dodging grenades
Running amuck upon the rich or the poor its all the same
He doing it all for Sam, in hopes they throw him a parade
His Uncle told him that life overseas was the wave
Ironic, that he lays low like the buzz of his fade
Dosent look to the sky if it rains its prolly strays
Only thing in his forcast is a whole lot of graves
Dig a hole dig a hole, no tombstone or boquets
Cause if one day he got captured they'd prolly carry him the same
No mention of the wicked, he's labled righteous brave
Take away all of their customs, leave democracy and bibles
And all he's left with is his nightmares and his rifle

They say, live young die fast, but they dont know the truth to that
A house is not home, soon it'll be no way to buy a roof for that
As long as they phone charged, and the BET awards come on today
They'll be fine, just give em cocaine and minimum wage
I hope that hit home, no Atlanta Braves
The media's the medium used to wash all there brains
No neutrogena, Just think inside the box you'll be saved
Dont ask no questions just accept it, thats how all them was raised
On a tredmill, running to the whips and the chains
Distract them with shiny objects, so mentally they still slaves
Just read the Willie Lynch letters, If you looking for some proof
We all still kin to Kunta, still connected by the roots
Eating out the palms of the hand, of the man, over you
Word to Billy Holiday, swear this is some strange fruit
Only use, is entertainment, the best become pets
Let the rest kill themselves off in the projects

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**Re-uploaded** This is  in fact a concept song just to let yall know. Its only a "love song" on the surface, but it goes much deeper. The third verse hints to the true meaning of the song, can you guess what it is?? ^_^

JoeyBlaze

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