TEKNiCOLOR - Reality (Leet Moteef Remix)

Don't call me Laura Ingles cuz I'm just a little wilder

Cowntry

Get pumped up to work out to specifically beat up one person
Made for a Film.
Everything by me except verse 2 Devon Ernest
Thanks Big Fetus, Kyle Bacon, & Zebra Cakes

I Hate You (Workout song)

Ocean Tear    					by:  Leet Moteef

she showed me a poem last night
about years ago
the passion of a past love
& tears that flowed

now.. she says she's frightened
theres somethin in the way 
that we kiss
if its not love..
it feels just like it

its intense, its immense
when we touch lips I'm..
so short of breath
like "what is time?"  

her stomach does little flips
thinkin bout when I kissed 
her neck her chest her stomach her thighs
back up her legs through the rips in her tights

i hold her, she holds up
this mangled  creation
bundled & tied, tangled & taped
as I try
to interpret the representation

This is love
or the fear the feels like love
or some such thing…
thought about it for a bit 
& now she got me wondering

i can still feel, but i'm not a fool
still a student, but i'm done with school
& i know enough to know sometimes 
when I'm with her
my smile understands more than i do

but..
theres a disrupt
distance.. to this touch
now we just
type too much
its ok 
she's ok
ok

she likes ok
spelt better with 4 letters
& words instead of a 
symbol to signify a question

testing her, 
i correct the commas
in her written interjection
& lack of capitalization
she snaps back a letter K &
I loosen my tie 
& say it  the same
so she walks away

between asterisks
if she has to trip
over a letter
ima let her

but she still knows better
than to know I
didn't do it as a 
non-poetic gesture

then it was just her

"hey come back" she says
but she's the one that left
she's chasin Anxious
while I'm on the same shit
Nervous, like I sweat 
when i send her a text,
but I don't say it

i hope it ain't blatant 
when i make a response 
same with her I'm sure..
pain plays the hand 
that we hold in our palms

i wanna lay the cards down
lean over the table
embrace her
grab her face, make out 
till we're naked
on the game that we played there 

she draws from the well
of herself with wonder,
cups her hands
reads her reflection in puddle

face value,
she's afraid now ooh 
she trembles,
runs over the edges
catch it

truly who am I to her?
someone she has feelings, real feelings for
she's got me feelin some sorta way too
but at this point.. its mostly painful

but we're somewhat playful 

when we do talk..
i ain't seen her in awhile maybe too long

she responds
only once i reject her
is that a safe place
our affection in conjecture?

the time spent together  
vs. 
time Ive spent 
thinkin bout 
her 
hurts

we're preserved 
move forward by a daily nudge 
or a couple words 
purpose served?

i remember our
nights together
so many senses 
like the tempos
of  my metabolic processes
switchin on & off with this

now its like i'd rather just be friends
then I could see you every now & again

object of desire from a 
5 mile distance
she only wanna
gimme little glimpses

she wants examples
& elaboration
wanna trace the nature
of my adoration

& every compliment 
is droppin hints she'll 
probly use em all against
me, god, i wonder
could this be 
love.
should i
i change my definition 
to accept her terms & conditions?
would she meet me in the middle?

her deep dark heart 
seeps in more & more
of my attention
drips into my cup 
& now I sip up 

the energy
presented to my mug
as i see in the screen
the girl i'm dreamin of

i got a crush on you &  
its fuckin stupid
if were to couple up
I'd combust with you

what ever we'd build
probly fuck up for fun
if we were to
get drunk in a destructive mood

its not SO serious & i 
ain't afraid to admit i wish she just

hit me up out of the blue
she's immersed in
another fish in the sea
wouldn't be the same person

it hurts & 
yet we'll 
each be a better version
puttin work in 
to building ourselves
& our skills
for the world
that we're in

alone, yet together
separate, yet connected 
I was never nothin to her
double negative intended


Ocean Tear

Step inside & dive in
when you're done with your 9 - 5 &
you're tryin to find an
oasis for gettin wasted
Little bar with a lotta heart
rough, but no replacement
What kinda miscreants 
we runnin into, its
a mystery, synergy, we're vibin
Seems we stepped into a heaven lit by beer signs
Come here, climb inside, meet me at the dive in 

Dive In (ft. Big Fetus)

Remix of a song on Snuff Box, a show on BBC Three

Lyrics: 
Fuck, shit, horse piss, son of a two-balled bitch, motherfucker

Fuck Shit Horse Piss - Remix By Leet Moteef

I find I'm trying' to see the bigger picture without connectin the dots
Like I'm etching away but my blatant mistakes just take from what I got
Should I shake it up and start from scratch, remembering my only shot's
to know whats left and right and up and down to pick it up by the time the ball drops
I'm doin what I can and then I'm endin in a cat's game
The X's and O's are affection me so that I don't have control of what happens
Now things are getting stale and I don't wanna end up in a checkmate
Draw from the yard a wild card and just wait for the next play	
Like I got a solid foundation, but my tower's beginnin to tip
You just gotta bop it, twist it, pull it, flip it, I'd get it if I could get a grip
I'm wonderin whats my deal, why I feel that I'll draw two or get skipped
Everything's so shuffled up, I want my cut, but first i need a bridge
So now I'm searching for the words, and when I'm finding em they're crossed
The pieces are falling to fast, and the gap to get ahead is blocked
I try to take a break but I'm the only thing thats paused
Don't want my turn to return, and it turns out it's game over and I lost

GAME OVER
Caught in a twister, my tongue's in a tie
Wanna build a better mouse trap, I'm caught inside
Don't wanna crap out when I roll the dice
GAME OVER
My brain is bashed, so what do I connect for 
Draw it all out and expect you to guess more
Monkeyin around at the bottom of the barrel 
GAME OVER
Some asshole spilt the beans, guess who
Didn't wanna break the ice, but I did it with a taboo
Didn't like the apples, now I got none to compare to
GAME OVER
I get hit with the right and the left
Had a heart when I shoulda had a club instead
Gotta go I'm still sittin here gettin set

So I start by fillin in my point, but it seems that I lost a couple marbles
I thought that I was in the game of life, but it seems that I'm in trouble
Don't leave me hangin man, you're sorry you say as my daily struggle doubles
Can't spell these zelpuz out, now I'm mixed up in the puzzle
It's all within this cranium, makin my guesstures all charades 
Got a ladder to climb, oh shoot, now I'm back in the same old place
Goin for perfection, but it always seems to blow up in my face
Without a sequence how am I supposed to set this straight
Can't even skip it, but I really wanna make a revolution
Cuts like a knife, but I'm wrenchin and I'm in a  study with not any clue and
this operation is beginnin to feel like an execution
Think I'm gonna B6, I8, D9 needin CPR B4 to soon
Goin fishin through this trivial pursuit, this game is gettin me bored
I'm in this maze, now I need another phase 10-fold more than ever before
Using each letter to make a point, I must stack em up, now I'm buildin up words
Got a G, M, E, O, V, E, R find that I can instill GIVE MORE

GAME OVER
Caught in a twister, my tongue's in a tie
Wanna build a better mouse trap, I'm caught inside
Don't wanna crap out when I roll the dice
GAME OVER
My brain is bashed, so what do I connect for 
Draw it all out and expect you to guess more
Monkeyin around at the bottom of the barrel 
GAME OVER
Some asshole spilt the beans, guess who
Didn't wanna break the ice, but I did it with a taboo
Didn't like the apples, now I got none to compare to
GAME OVER
I get hit with the right and the left
Had a heart when I shoulda had a club instead
Gotta go I'm still sittin here gettin set




Game Over

50's Paperboy

This is a goofy song we made about how we, in our hypothetical hood, wear our grills.  The method is to utilize your cottonmouth to stick your upper lip as high up on your gums as possible.  Enjoy!

Produced by Leet Moteef

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As a vocalist & producer, Leet Moteef combines elements from the various genres of music that have been a personal inspiration over the years.  Combining elements of Hip Hop, Electronic, Metal, Acoustic, and more, the focus is the composition itself, rather that fitting into one category or another.  Music is played & arranged, with not a lot of outside samples used.  An artful approach is the underlying theme behind Leet Moteef music.  To those of you listening, reading, following, etc., THANK YOU

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