Throwback Thursday was written by MOLA1 and produced by Hank Iving and El Ten Eleven. 

Throwback Thursday

The One

Inspired by Lorde's "Royals," I discuss my unflattering youth and my dedication to making real, uncompromising hip-hop music.

Oh Lorde (Royals Remix)

I was born on the same day as Mike Tyson. Happy Birthday Mike. I know my main objective out here is to do nothing, but eat MC's. I'm hungry. Let's go.

Day One

"ILL EAGLE" by MOLA1 was engineered by Brandoe and produced by Lexi Banks. Video by 6FeetFilms. Special thanks to Carbon Lounge in Hamtramck, MI.

Brothers and sisters: Thanks for your support! I will always do my best to represent our people everywhere! Red and black forever!

Vllazen e motra: faleminderit per mbeshtetjen tuaj! Une gjithmone do te bej cmos per te perfaqesuar njerezit tane kudo! Kuq e zi pergjithmone!


Lyrics: 

-Intro- 
[Debby Coda] ILL...EAGLE... 
[Havoc] As long as I'm alive, I'm a live illegal. 
As long as I'm alive, I'm a live illegal, 
and once I get on, I'm a put on all my people. 

-Verse 1- 
[MOLA1] 
These bars don't confine me, instead they all define me.  
Come find me. I got the entire city behind me. 
I'm like a bull in China, shopping songs to Jimmy Iovine 
and he'll be Jimmy Hoffa, if him and Eminem and Doc don't sign me. 

They'll see the inner-scope in the aftermath of shit I wrote. 
I'll call it shady business if I get passed on, my shit is dope. 
Name the hungriest rapper, I'll fuckin slit his throat. 
I'm an ill eagle, Albanian, I'm a get his goat. 

This is my season and my skill set will leave you bleeding. 
This ain't a film set and I take it, you ain't Liam Neeson. 
This isn't Star Wars, it's Pawn Stars, but Hard Core, 
and I'm a be the one tossing you out the fuckin store doors... 

I'm Albanian baby. Was told I said it often. 
"Think of your marketing Martin," then I said, "Beg your pardon?" 
I'll never stop. Wait til I pop it proper and set it off then. 
Qifsha nanen, vet jem menemadh and I'm just gettin started. 

-Chrous- 
[Havoc] As long as I'm alive, I'm a live illegal. 
As long as I'm alive, I'm a live illegal, 
and once I get on, I'm a put on all my people. 

-Verse 2- 
[MOLA1] 
I never burn bridges. I was taught to build bigger fences. 
Keep a night knit circle of trust, separate from business. 
And in this day and time, the way I rhyme's so different's 
Cause my state of mind is greater than the state lines of Michigan. 

This ain't a diss to those that tried to help me with this shit. 
This is a diss to those listening if you think it is. 
And It's not that deep. Subliminal disses? Shiit. 
Where I'm from, you just kill 'em and leave no witnesses. 

You could say that my uniqueness is my weakness. 
It's hard for me to find the words to even pair these beats with. 
I'd try to find some beats to pair my words with, I'm a wordsmith 
but I'm cursed so I just constantly rework it, til it's perfect. 

Searching for the most perversive verses is just worthless. 
Cause then I'm doing myself a disservice, I deserve it. 
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Curtis Jackson, 
Drive around in a Ferrari with my girl just laughing. 

Then we flying out to Bali, I'm with her, relaxing. 
Or just find out how to rob him for his gold and platinum. 
I'm just sick of rapping here with all these nerds in the classroom 
There's more to life than proving that my dick is the fat one. 

There's also more to rhyming, than just bitches and handguns. 
I'm trying to take this whole fucking rap game ransom. 
So everybody in fucking place put your hands up 
And I'm a start listing my demands when the track's done... 

-Chrous- 
[Havoc] As long as I'm alive, I'm a live illegal. 
As long as I'm alive, I'm a live illegal, 
and once I get on, I'm a put on all my people. 

-Outro- 
[Jay-Z] I do this for my culture. 
[Nas] Only describe us as; soldiers, survivors...The Eagle 
[Debby Coda] ILL...EAGLE...

ILL EAGLE

This is an interview I did about my new song "ILL EAGLE" on Live from the Basement with Major and J-Mack.

ILL EAGLE Interview On Live From The Basement

This is a song I wrote after the infamous Albania vs Serbia game in Belgrade last year, directed at UEFA's ridiculous decision, which has since been overturned. I wasn't going to even release it, but got excited and figured I would release it before tomorrow's match. Shqipe, we hit em up! ‪#‎UEFAMAFIA‬


UEFA Mafia

The song is named after the first street my family lived on in America, when they came from Albania. Dorothy Street in Hamtramck, MI. 


Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
He kept it loco on the low-pro,
With no dough to show, but had a professional logo.
The focal point was vocals for the locals,
They threw their hands up and made commotions poppin’ photos.
 
The lowest point of low though, was hearing a song
and seeing nobody, in slow-mo they seen the soul glow.
Food for thought, I wonder if it’s supper yet.
Higher than a spy in a jumbo jet hunting for Boba Fett.
 
I was looking for Charles Barkley's car keys…
A Globe Trotter? Probably not. A role model? Hardly.
Hardy Har, "Party on Garth" with Barbie dolls
Lodi Dodi, we like to party at the Mardi Gras
 
Bada Ya, dancing in September, 
The audio is low enough to stand by you Pretenders
Y’all lip-synching in quicksand with auto-tune
Lollapalooz all a y’all and call it Bonnaroo
 
Otherwise call it macaroni, 
And stick a feather under your skull cap, you phony
Hold it homie, only the lonely can play
We can’t fit 45 hype men on stage


[Verse 2]
Sick metaphor, sitting in a pool of my blood
It’s thicker than water, I'm filling my cup.
It’s half empty, tempt me. This Star's spending Bucks
and I'm Tall and I'm Grande, I'm a Venti

Ded Gjo Luli sent me. Many men had semis on the block
I pour out a little henny throwing pennies for your thots.
Make it rain through the whole day, the Colgate opens
Scope the freshness since '08 in a North Face.

Cold plates, I’m just dishing out revenge. 
Piss about your whereabouts; I'm dissing all your friends
And we're about to finish, at the end
I'm slipping out the apartment, park and spark it in the Benz

Friends come, if friends go when your ends low,
Then see them out the dough, since they ain't really your friend bro.
I'm on some Kanye, "just listen to the kids."
While I spit, lickety split, persnickety and shit

Just give me the McRib. 
Instead I'll go 'head and set it, forget it on the fridge 
Now I'm bout to say some sentimental shit.
What you get from giving, than getting's a better way to live...
Here's some dick.

Dorothy (Produced By Brock Berrigan)

Like Michael Jordan said, "Just play. Have fun. Enjoy the game."


Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I'm the new Slick Rick James Dean Martin Sheen
Throwing Bills in the Ocean with my Caribbean Queen
Get in to my car, get out of my dreams
Don’t touch nothing. Sit and wait with the keys (Hey ma.)

I’m real dope, come and scrape up the keef (Come on)
I'm pouring in Sweat, just making like Keith
You got me twisted; make it last through the week (Last forever)
So, pass it back and then you pass it to me

Exactly after that, I pass out and sleep (Fjetun)
Grab the wheel; I'm trying to back up the seat
Smack that ass, while you grab on the mish
I'm trying to bring rap back to the streets

In all red and black, the kuq and the zi (Shqipe)
I bought the whip so it could match with the sneaks (Mbrapsht)
I hit the west and now we’re back in the D
And when the weather ain't impressive, we just pack up and leave

[Hook]
Where You At?
In the front? In the back?
Are you ducked down low in the Rover or the Lac?
Where you at?
On the run, or the trap?
Posted up on the corner, or the runner with the sack?
Where you at?
Throw your eagles in the sky!
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high!
Keep your hands high! Keep your, keep your hands high!
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high!

[Verse 2]
Look. I ain't frontin, call me Andre Drummond
On the baseline dunkin in your face now youngin
Got these haters all buggin in the place I'm buzzin
On the radio dial up 1-800 (Call up)

M-O-L-A-One and keep requesting this, run it. (Yeah)
We could do this all night just to make this money. (What?)
I'm on some Matt Damon shit, Good Will Hunting
How you like them apples? Lemme taste that pumpkin

Pie while you ride, lemme slide my tongue in
Wild for the night and we both like, "fuck it." (Fuck it)
You only live once but it's more than enough
If we push it to the limit, then we're living like we love it. (Let's go)

[Hook]
Where You At?
In the front? In the back?
Are you ducked down low in the Rover or the Lac?
Where you at?
On the run, or the trap?
Posted up on the corner, or the runner with the sack?
Where you at?
Throw your eagles in the sky!
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high!
Keep your hands high! Keep your, keep your hands high!
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high!

[Verse 3]
My girl spoils me. (Thanks baby)
I'm in the bath eating roast leg of lamb
Bumpin Fat Joe's "Loyalty" (TS!)
That's how it's supposed to be
Cause I'm a stand up guy
Even though I'd rather be seated and pass out fly

I never told you it ain't all about cash
But is it bad to rock slacks
Eating crab cakes, sitting in first class?
Skip the carry-ons and we just shop when we land
Find out where we are if you're on our instagram

[Hook]
Where You At?
In the front? In the back?
Are you ducked down low in the Rover or the Lac?
Where you at?
On the run, or the trap?
Posted up on the corner, or the runner with the sack?
Where you at?
Throw your eagles in the sky!
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high!
Keep your hands high! Keep your, keep your hands high!
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high!

Where You At?
In the front? In the back?
Are you ducked down low in the Rover or the Lac?
Where you at?
On the run, or the trap?
Posted up on the corner, or the runner with the sack?
Where you at?
Throw your eagles in the sky!
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high!
Keep your hands high! Keep your, keep your hands high!
Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high!

Where You At?

Body Of Christ was produced by VALBEATZ, a 17 year old Albanian producer from Switzerland, by way of Kosova (I was surprised too. You'd think it was produced by Havoc of Mobb Deep in 95). 

Body Of Christ

I get so frustrated with how the culture I love so much is being represented on mainstream radio and television. This is the result of that frustration. Hip-hop is not on the radio.

Hip-Hop (Is Not On The Radio)

"Knock Knock" by MOLA1 was produced by VALBEATZ

I'm not waiting for an invitation. I'm already outside.

Knock Knock

One dog goes one way and the other goes the other... and this guy's saying, "Whaddya want from me?"

Post Mortem (Produced by !llmind)

boom.

shame.

numbers.

see.

product.

Here's a song that's been a long time coming. DL Jones and I have been talking about working on music for a long time, exchanging ideas and beats behind the scenes. I was going to wait and drop this as my first single, but after showcasing each of the verses in freestyles, I thought it was time to drop it. I wrote to this beat and ended up calling it "Good Mourning" because DL said I killed it.

Good Mourning

Martin Malota is a first generation Albanian American from Detroit, MI by way of Los Angeles, CA. His obsession with music began at the age of nine, when he turned to writing as a way to cope with the loss of his sister. With an obsession for perfecting his craft, Martin has had difficulty sharing his music...until now.

MOLA1

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