Shine

Drive By was about to head out on tour and were planning on making some music before they did so.  I get the call, and send some beats over.  I felt pretty good about this particular beat being right up their alley.  Before you know it, I get a copy back of "Run These Streets."  What's cool about ABK & Blaze is that while both being solo artists, they respect that you set that aside for the group's sake.  That's probably why these guys have been around for years.

(2014)
Purchase Drive By's "Run These Streets" EP on iTunes:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/run-these-streets-ep/id884205239 

Drive By (ABK & Blaze Ya Dead Homie) - Run These Streets

Just Upset by: Travis T(feat. Candace, J - Biz - R, & Hex Rated)

MTG - PUTA SÓ DA CE PAGAR = ( ( DJ BIEL DO ALTO ) ) - Feat MC MAGRINHO

They ask what we’ll do when the work is gone, Like we ain’t been dreaming of freedom all along. Like labor’s the meaning, like grind is divine— But that’s just the system rebranding the bind.

A child is born with a heart full of grace, Then schooled to forget it, to run the rat race. From playtime to deadlines, from wonder to rules, They trade love for obedience inside of these schools.

The bell rings, the spirit folds, They teach you to chase what the system holds. Not truth, not joy, not unity’s spark— Just grades and wages and living in the dark.

We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

The Breakdown Parents say “you gotta go,” but they broke too, Caught in the loop, just doing what folks do. They ain’t evil, they just bent by the frame, Passed down the trauma, passed down the shame.

But now the machines can handle the load, So why keep pushing humans down that road? Let AI run the grind, let tech hold the weight, Let us evolve, let love radiate.

No more need to compete for a plate, No more need to hustle just to feel great. No more schools that crush the soul, We’ll learn from life, from love, from the whole.

We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

Imagine a world where the heart leads the way, Where meaning ain’t measured by a job or a pay. Where kids grow wild, not broken by rules, Where wisdom ain’t locked in government schools.

We’ll build a techno-ecology, love at the core, No poverty, no prisons, no need for war. Just games for the thrill, not battles for bread, Just living, just loving, just rising instead.

So when they ask what we’ll do when the work is done, Tell ’em: We’ll finally live beneath the sun. No more survival, no more broken parts— Just humans reborn with unbroken hearts.

So when the rich man asks, “What will the poor do?” He forgets that the system made that view. He chillin’ in yachts, sippin’ on time, While the poor man’s grindin’ just to survive the climb.

But when work is gone, the walls dissolve, No rich, no poor—just problems to solve. The categories fade, the spirit repairs, And life becomes living, not climbing upstairs.

The poor man asks, “What will I do?” But that’s just trauma speakin’ through. He can’t see freedom, can’t feel the breeze, But the change is comin’—it’s breakin’ the freeze.

Automation don’t just end the grind,
It ends the hunger, frees the mind.
Food precise, no waste, no war,
Reality coded to open the door.

Off-planet systems, balanced and clean,
No more rich, no poor, no in-between.
Inequality fades, the struggle subsides,
And mankind walks where the truth resides.

This ain’t utopia—it’s overdue,
The paradise the prophets knew.
Not built by kings, not bought with gold,
But born from tech and hearts made bold.

They told us paradise was myth.
That freedom was earned through pain.
But the truth is—freedom was always ours.
Automation just clears the path.

No more hunger.
No more grind.
Just life.
Just love.
Just time.

The ancients saw it.
We build it.
And now…
We live it.

Change Gonner Come

WRITTEN FOR FLOW A ANGEL IN MOLD BEAUTY FOUND HER BEAST IN THE GOAT 888. 3Y3AM

HEART SHAPES THOTHS

Twiztid All The Rest Remix Jesse James

It's the Season of the Pumpkin, MUTHAFACKO Vol. 1

Juggalo Party (Ft. Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie)

Twiztid Presents: Year of the Sword

Their Fault (feat. Jamie Madrox & Young Wicked)

Gang Rags: Reborn

Who Is It? (feat. Jamie Madrox)

LYRICS

(chorus) 
When we ride, (Whoop Whoop)
It's like an air wave, (Oh Shit)
When we ride, (Whoop Whoop)
It's like an air wave, (Oh shit)
When the rydas is ridden upon ya
Duck the fuck down
When the rydas is ridden upon ya
Duck the fuck down

(verse one)
like a rapist
humpin & bumpin to straight fuckin
like you getting sodomized without the loving
cause we da gang on block we straight choppin
fuck the good guys we ain't stoppin 
this ain't no batman and robin 
bullshit you get knockin
on your ass, harder they come
is the harder they fall
there ain't no happiness until we fuckin dominate it all
as you lay bleeding
asking why you doing this too me
cause you a straight up fuckin snitch
and for bitches i have no pity

keeping wild through the night
young honey 
and instigator
keep away from me
if you allergic to fuckin danger
my middle name you'll see
is watch out a killer stranger
watching you through your window
while you sleep up in your chamber
and yet just like a shadow I maintain
myself to be unseen
hidden away just like a vicious creature
lurking away in the dark
I'll hunt for fun to watch you bleed
I love the squirmy bitches
music to my ears to hear dem scream 

(chorus)
When we ride, (Whoop Whoop)
It's like an air wave, (Oh Shit)
When we ride, (Whoop Whoop)
It's like an air wave, (Oh shit)
When the rydas is ridden upon ya
Duck the fuck down
When the rydas is ridden upon ya
Duck the fuck down

(verse two)
now I love this music but not just for the art
it's not for the faint of heart
but I love to rock it hard
although my voice
hypnotizes ya’ll to suck my cock
magnum XLarge
hold up back in the shop is what I bought
and all you is a deer in headlights
can’t stop gawkin at what I got
your only punished by the thought 
I’m satan with some kind of sinister plot
Drivin through the city 
Thinking witty feelin kinda gritty
Wishing that all I wanna do is grind all up on your titties

Please stop me 
I’m hungry surrounded hurtful bitches
Fuck who you is
I ain’t kiddin 
Be careful what your wish is
Silly rabbit those tricks are only for the kids
And if I never knew it better
I wouldn’t be burning these bridges
And all I got is my two cents
That keeps me up above the water
Shark infested blood thirsty fucks
keep me boiled even hotter  
but dat shit don’t phase us
who we is...? 
we the crazy killer ridas 
best step off when you can
or you may just have to call a doctor
 
(chorus)
When we ride, (Whoop Whoop)
It's like an air wave, (Oh Shit)
When we ride, (Whoop Whoop)
It's like an air wave, (Oh shit)
When the rydas is ridden upon ya
Duck the fuck down
When the rydas is ridden upon ya
Duck the fuck down





Twiztid All The Rest Remix Jesse James

CAIMEO! & #SIRISYS