Even more so by the Git Fre$h Crüe

Produced by 8er$
Remix by Matios

Tell me about reality
what am I composed of?
There's more of us than there are of them
if you feelin' me say sho' nuff.
I'm talkin' bout my cellular structure 
I'm talkin' 'bout my elements
B-boy, MC, DJ, Graf-art
And the table of elements.
Everything is Hydrogen.
Everything is Helium.
Net Neutrality's dead on gone,
you bessa pay that premium.
I don't know what you cryin' for
Can't put a price on information
Can't put a price on our connection 
I'd pay a million dollars to get connected.
I'm on a spaceship called California 
Clean my toilets with madd ammonia 
'cause I when I shit things will get infected
Septic Art I tried to told ya.
56k not on   a chain
Nigga I'm talkin' 'bout my old modem.
They call me 2Sonz when I step on stage
Got a potent factory in my scrotum.
Call my wife and we just unload 'em
Make sweet Love 'til she passes out
and when she wakes up she's all soakin'
And tells me what that passing's about 

Make Life

Pan dulce and carnations, cafe con leche
Yucatán a Campeche
El Negro bebi on Reddit.
Oh you know what I like
y si no te digo.
Fresh bread made with trigo
And tamales a cualquier estilo.
Mi amor es eterno
mi uniclave El Negro,
shrimp breaded in Penko
tocino, huevos rancheros.
Oh now you made me gon' loco
Tajín on top of my apples.
I forgot to buy a box of Perrier
it's coo' I got Peach Snapple 

Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane
like there's only 3 seconds to score to win the game.
Came t bring the ultimate pain upon your brain
untamed you won't like when I change, shout out Johnny Blaze.
I thought about this passage for days nothin' to say 
But sometimes emptiness is the way, there's more to say.
I ain't trying to be critically acclaimed or even named 
As any body any more, them will make you break your fast.





Real Trap $hit (Produced by 8er$)

Liquor sippin' I'm chillin' bitter as vinegar
'cause niggas actin' foul front of crowds like this was cinema
Lyrical enema, keepin' it milky as your cereal
M Dot the imperial, on your stereo waves
I swim in the waves that buried the slaves
It's MC whatever I'm known by various names
Niggas makin' various claims hilarious mang
My chariot swang, I'm ol' school 5 finger ring
My nigga I'm playin', I'm slayin' whatever demons inside
The pheonix'll rise, believe when you see me don't smile
We got past I gotta get past, all business nothing personal?
Well if I keep it business then you'll think it's something personal?
A bunch of bitches in this world, nothing make me sicker
than when dealing with a man who's busy actin' like a girl
Matios chill get your tampax pearl!
Nah I'd rather slap you and your girl 'til the tampax hurled
How do I make a livin'?
Niggas make it impossible
I'm tryin' not to quit but now I'm runnin' out of audibles.
Niggas not goin' through shit say it's jump the obstacle.
But they don't know what it's like to not have dad drop a guop on you.
Yo, I need to slow it down,
But niggas in this world think they're dealin' with a clown
A humble motha fucka', but believe I wear a crown
Niggas hunted like a hound feel like slashin' at the pounds
Mash somebody to the ground
I don't make threats, I'm trying to calm me
I got debt and now niggas trying to embalm me.
This ain't a game no more, this ain't for fame you whore
Write a flame to the brain of who gave me sores
Nigga goin' buck wild I'm an angry horse
I had one price before now you pay me more
You think I'm joking, fuck it.Provoke me.
Stuff it you owe, somebody know me.
University of California
Riverside, got me strung out I'm gonna warn ya gimme life
I just wanna job so I can pay my rent
'cause UCR fucked me when the way I went
was fired with a phone call I ain't say shit yet.
I ain't say shit yet.


Undercover Boss (Put your hands where my eyes can see)

Digital age, flip the digital page
Image taken in my mind, how your hips so engaged
with the fabric of time and space and time.  Just the way that you sway,
make a nigga feel suspended, ain't much else left to say.
Other than where another man say he sees ass?
I see, chemical processes goin' on in the past.
So that, all that convexity and all of that mass 
Make you complain about it later like "I fuckin' hate pants."
I don't mind anything that you mind f'real
I don't mean to invalidate all of your bullshit f'real.
Not bullshit
I mean your feelings and stances,
all your mental jiujitsu and all your verbal advances
All of the mental sparring and all of those gazing dances.
I sometimes say I hate it, but really though do the math if
that were the case and we were Boolean
if I were speaking Truthfully then you would equal True the end.

I ain't mean to cut you off
Have I cropped perfection?
There was a time you ain't have internet 'cause lost connections.
Somehow we forgot the magic in our very essence.
Somehow we just wear these masks instead of gettin' fed up.
Wifi got my music Hifi
I hear sounds singers ain't even know they could hit
All the fiberoptic wires in the world
don't mean shit
If I can't FaceTime wi'tchu girl
am I sick?

Empty cans of Perrier what the fuck I'm thinkin'?
Empty bottles of Patrón what the fuck I'm drinkin'.
Only if it's gold, you are not what you drink 
I'm tryin' to mend my soul, so I'm bumpin' Chente.
Yo ya te dije lo que quise y no me lo hiciste
Me engañaste, bitch and left me to pick up the pieces.
I'm tryin' to solve the issue, format it, present my thesis.
But life's not clean cut when I search I can't find fuckin' reasons.
Instead I'm fallin' in my head
I'm tryin' to let it all out but I ain't got that much breath.
Don't even know the point of anything I ever said
So why am I upset now that you have chose to text?
You hated when I wouldn't introduce you as my ex
And I took pleasure in all of that pain and never said.
Actin' like I wasn't all affected by the end.
Actin' like that time we had together was for trend.980 nn.no
p[v bmn,.  .l;–≠

Ethereal (Produced by Rvdical The Kid and MisterMack)

Mis pensamientos se empiezan en las nubes 
de estrellas, digo "Hadouken" 
de mis manos se escupen
unas llamas sin nombre.
Cueva de sombras
voz de realidad
mente esponga.
Me llamo Roberto
Los animales en el mar me llaman Bob de hecho
Buen probecho.
Sufro de psicosis de manera non-violento 
A poco son violetas las luces más violentas?
Turn down pa' que?
Turn up my friend.
Pa'rriba pues.
Marimba e
Rancheras (quea)
Las mujeres más bellas
Las damas feas.

No te hagas Rachetera


Girl you ain't no Rachetera 


Nalgonas y nalganadas
Manzanas y naranjas
Racheteras y las otras 
Las muy shy y las boconas.
Sombras nada más
Sobre los pizos y paredes
Sombras nada más
Dime tu que es lo que crees
Sombras nada más 
entre tu vida y mi vida
Sombras nada más
I'm in the Matrix
muhfuh
No se que que es lo que veo
Mis dedos en el espejo
Reflecciones por un eterno 
Mejor me meto
Me encuentro en el centro
No se donde me voy
Pero me encanta el sentimiento.
   

No te hagas Rachetera


Girl you ain't no Rachetera 

Keep It 100 Produced by Grand Theft & Keys and Krates

Produced by @Tank_SeSF
Image: Cloud Swirl Fabric by Joybea

Breathe in
Breathe out

This that Ear to Heart resuscitation 
You feel the Bass
that's a good vibration
in any case,
what are you escapin'?
What you refuse to face?
Somebody change the station,
I'd rather listen to Space.
Static through my head phones
A minute ago my head's blown
And next thing I know my edge's gone.
We reached the stars already homie 
What you think the Universe is?
Where you think the Earth is shawty?
It all has a center around which it spins.
You think you're trippin' 'cause your cross-faded
Nah you're trippin' 'cause the planet is spinnin'
We're already travellin' through time
The joke is that it's goin' forwards.
Sing along with no remorse
Songs are sung by a cosmic chorus
I'm roaming through a solar forest
All in the hands of a single florist. 

Breathe in
Breathe out
Let that negativity out of your mouth
Let that negativity out of your Soul
Imprisoned in your mind
But your due for parole

What you doin' here?
Nigga I'm doin' life.
in between my ears,
man I'm cravin' sprite.
Wait, was that marketing gimmicks?
Did you brainwash me into desire
Or do I think lemon-line is delicious.
Oh you get it?  Channel the mind and focus the spirit.
I know I said I stopped drinkin'
but this Patrón so it's different.
Right?  … Right,
I ain' t a slave to addiction.
I'm completely independent.
I ain't caught up in my image
While I'm drinkin' Perrier
readin' some shit you can't pronounce 
That's 'cause this shit ain't not in English
but it's just a story about a mouse
that can talk and it has a house
and it kills itself after livin' in a cave
filed with shadows.
Relax your asshole.
It's nothin' major
Look at my brain.
I'm an idiot 


Inspiration (Produced by Tank)

Produced by @Tank_SeSF
Image: Cloud Swirl Fabric by Joybea

Breathe in
Breathe out

This that Ear to Heart resuscitation 
You feel the Bass
that's a good vibration
in any case,
what are you escapin'?
What you refuse to face?
Somebody change the station,
I'd rather listen to Space.
Static through my head phones
A minute ago my head's blown
And next thing I know my edge's gone.
We reached the stars already homie 
What you think the Universe is?
Where you think the Earth is shawty?
It all has a center around which it spins.
You think you're trippin' 'cause your cross-faded
Nah you're trippin' 'cause the planet is spinnin'
We're already travellin' through time
The joke is that it's goin' forwards.
Sing along with no remorse
Songs are sung by a cosmic chorus
I'm roaming through a solar forest
All in the hands of a single florist.

Breathe in
Breathe out
Let that negativity out of your mouth
Let that negativity out of your Soul
Imprisoned in your mind
But your due for parole

What you doin' here?
Nigga I'm doin' life.
in between my ears,
man I'm cravin' sprite.
Wait, was that marketing gimmicks?
Did you brainwash me into desire
Or do I think lemon-line is delicious.
Oh you get it? Channel the mind and focus the spirit.
I know I said I stopped drinkin'
but this Patrón so it's different.
Right? … Right,
I ain' t a slave to addiction.
I'm completely independent.
I ain't caught up in my image
While I'm drinkin' Perrier
readin' some shit you can't pronounce 
That's 'cause this shit ain't not in English
but it's just a story about a mouse
that can talk and it has a house
and it kills itself after livin' in a cave
filed with shadows.
Relax your asshole.
It's nothin' major
Look at my brain.
I'm an idiot

Inspiration - Produced by Tank

Produced by Abidinstrumentals
Vocal Production by Abidinstrumentals 

At the mercy of yo' reprieve 
I speak the jury will fold their knees.
You think it's a miracle before you playin'
But I read the script, homie I know the scene.
The sun's the same, the moon's the same
The cloud could change but it's all the same.
I don't give fuck about Carl Sagan 
I'm miraculous

I don't know much about poppin' pills
DIagnosed with ADD
12 years old, I ain't takin' shit
Passed that shit out to my boys for free.
I don't know when my depression started
But it was after I became elite.
'cause when I was normal I ain't have no problems
and then I swagged out and then them started.
Shout out to the dearly departed.
What you see on PCP?
He stopped them bullets like Neo did,
but then his heart stopped 'cause of the bleedin'.
Hallucinating is so misleading
Thoughts of grandeur are so deceiving,
Make the world small and me invincible
suddenly my soul's deceived.

At the mercy of yo' reprieve 
I speak the jury will fold their knees.
You think it's a miracle before you playin'
But I read the script, homie I know the scene.
The sun's the same, the moon's the same
The cloud could change but it's all the same.
I don't give fuck about Carl Sagan 
I'm miraculous

Bitch niggas can't stand the rain.
Wanna kill yourself to announce your pain.
I'm anti-despotism, take your head, I don't wanna be king.
I'm just tryin' to post on a cliff
talk to villages, and osmose all their gifts
What's yours is mine, in a matter of time 
we'll all be piff in a solar spliff.
Water and oil are hard to mix.
Andromeda ain't hard to spot.
They say we'll crash in a trillion years
I'm out this bitch, I'd rather not.
I'm a cosmonaut I won't last forever
but my lightwaves will whether you like it not.
Somebody turn my head phones down
Somebody take this vodka out 
my orange juice. 
Make this circle round. 
Time can tell what you can't pronounce.
Throw your hands up in the air
Throw your spam up in your chair 
Through a cannon I declare 
Shoot through a circus 
YOLO so I sit in calm
keep my heart rate down
and my sodium low.
Soy sauce with the green top now
'cause the doctor said so I had to bro.
I worried 'bout nothin'.  My fish is raw.
My shoes is off.
My homegirl's Korean her name is Esther
She pours me shots and we toss 'em all.
I just want to Love you all.
'cause I don't give no fucks at all.
I'm so crazy I call for peace
I won't raise no guns at all.
Fuck the game, let's call a draw.
Why you niggas say that soft?
What else do we have to prove
They caught us all like pokémon

So Proper Prod. Abidinstrumentals

Produced by: @Tank_SeSF

Barefooted J Street Marina
In N Out burger out an open box 
Watch the seagulls going HAM over broken rocks.
Sippin' on the water with the polkadots.
If it ain't Perrier it ain't water

Boom Shakala Kala 
Bathe in Masala-sala
Avocado-Mango Shampoo
Hair long like Palumalu.
I save the leaves that fall in Autumn
and place 'em in bottles.
And paste them back onto the trees
when they bloom in Spring
What do you know 'bout the life on the West 
Where the sun always shines and you see where it sets.
And you're never deceived by there being one season 
This eternity we see exists for a reason.

Barefooted J Street Marina
In N Out burger out an open box 
Watch the seagulls going HAM over broken rocks.
Sippin' on the water with the polkadots.
If it ain't Perrier it ain't water   

I synthesize like the photo
Feed the flowers I'm soulful
I'm your favorite Analyst
I spend my weekends with nobles.
Niggas 
What I look like drinkin' out a Britta filter?
I don't know what goes on in them sewage pipes.
If I wanted tap water I'd drink Coors Light.
Or some Pabst Blue for my hipster niggas
Get your pap smear girl, 'cause it's real important.  
Get your water room temperature,  always imported.

Barefooted J Street Marina
In N Out burger out an open box 
Watch the seagulls going HAM over broken rocks.
Sippin' on the water with the polkadots.
If it ain't Perrier it ain't water

I'm lost in the vision
It's the cost of division
This divine repetition 
makes you sublime in the present
You encounter my essence
I believe in your presence
What you think is called the light
Is all lectro-magnetic 
Apologize for the tension
And the lack of affection
I'm sorry
you're  momma thought your older sibling was better
But don't sound so affected,
things could always be worse.
Though I walk through a desert 
I have never known thirst. 


Perrier Swag (Produced by Tank)

MC5000
'cause I check with my inner selves
From the one the many
parents sexed and I split the cells.
Born hard headed
when I fell shift the richter scales.
Dancin' through the galaxies
Fibonacci werd to Snail. 
I am the most sane at the brink of chaos
High risk, better analyze just how it pays-off.
Winnin' in this game isn't about saying the seance 
Better recognize how much fire you are playin' wit'.
I stay calmer than a coconut farmer 
as I open my songs and I oil up my palms.
Get anointed
the court has appointed me
To open up your heart
Emancipation.
emotion free.

Forget everything you know
Forget everything that you see
Forget everything that you wrote
Forget everything that you breathe

'it don't matter any where you go
That Chula Vista mind-set, do to it slow
Break it down from the high to the low
Never let me miss it, hit them free throws tho
Everything I see, that isn't in me
You taught me to see
You taught me to perceive
You taught me how to breathe
You taught me how to be

I'm just a giant in the window I'm lyin'
I'm just a giant on the bean stalk I'm flyin'
Check the Papaya I'm fryin'.
I write in hieroglyphics 
werd to my Northern Californians 
Deltron 30 30 bump in analog it's dirty.
'cause the pandemo-nium.
My data's in the stratosphere 
cloud computer through the universe 
my thoughts are out here.
Light speed
Fiber optic 
Evsky
Dostoye
Never read his plays
but geez the juxta-pose was just so wet.
Let Love be unconditional
Keep conflict to a minimal 
And bridge the gap between all of  the ages
Don't believe the lies you hear
Just consider the truth you see
Let's resonate about  the Future Ancient 
 
Don't get me wrong
ya'll niggas sweet like L a Boulange. 
Roll up on Spain not dressed in Orange 
'cause what happened with Nederland
I don't want to get into it
Time on a scale, it's volume stupid.
Can't measure in length if want to know the fluid.
Goin' hard in the paint--I'm a model and a student 
It ain't 'bout makin' cheese I got this artisinal gouda.
Oooh, shout out E-Randall I do it. 
I may imbalanced medulla oblongata 
connect the higher to lower, I'm smashin' 
What a distraction.
I vomit in color 'causin' destruction
to cause and effect 
Measure the fractal you seein' causation
I'm somethin' dynamic the monster is wet.
This ain't the Lochness 
This is lookin' into the eyes of Artest
before he found peace in heart, bless.
Niggas competin' but losin' the contest.
Tryin' to win but you're losin' what's honest.
Flame through the top of my mane
it's Phosphorous, fall from the sky like my name
on this orphanage

Run That (Produced by Tank)

Instrumental by: Abidinstrumentals
Produced by: Abidinstrumentals 

[ Chorus ]
I say to Sto'kavic Peja,
I'm bout to sock a bitch Peja.
I make papyrus at my home and write the thoughts on the paper.
All I want is a scraper, with candy paint and a taper.
And some money to send my kids off to some college for edu
-cation.

Mo' abstract than Q-tip
i model ideas and lay out the frameworks 
I'll draw up your vision in 2 steps
Say it with your chest, 2 breasts.
I break the surface in 2 breaths
started from the bottom of the ocean floor
Ended up on Saturn on a pyramid
Lookin' at the planets like there's 2 left.
Where you flyin' nigga?
I don't even know but I need to leave.
All this negativity is eating away
at my flesh
that's okay though we need to breathe.
Here's the self that's inside myself 
Here's the wealth that's behind the wealth
that you see
Value just moves in  stealth
If you move people you move the help.

Mesa mesa
Mesa que mas applauda
Bird nigga caught in a jaula 
White gloves servin' up Paula.
Sho'nuff.  Black doctor work for Shonda 
I know she Rhimes she knows I rhyme 
It's like we're meant to be partners.

[Chorus]

Where you get your answers from?  
The same place I grow my chrysanthemums.
From the Old Earth and the Cosmic One
Shout out to the slaves that were bought with rum.
Why you talk about slaves now in all your songs?
'cause I already talked about money, drugs and thongs.
And if I say that again you'll think nothing wrong.
I am King Kong I am Ping Pong
I came straight to elate with bass
like crack in a bag that you take to face.
You don't need drugs, what you need is peace
What you need is Love and a change of place.
'cause you're stressin' out
and when niggas get loud that's when techs come out 
And somebody else say "Say somethin' now"
And somebody say "Somethin" and then kablow

Mesa mesa
Mesa que mas applauda
Bird nigga caught in a jaula 
White gloves servin' up Paula.
Sho'nuff.  Black doctor work for Shonda 
I know she Rhimes she knows I rhyme 
It's like we're meant to be partners.
[ Chorus ] 

Open up your eyes
The ocean's over the sky
All you know's a lie
All that's high don't fly

Education (Produced by Abidinstrumentals)

Written and produced by the Git Fre$h Crüe.

I'm Naked

Produced by @Tank_SeSF

I used to dream about the future
Adidas and chili fritos, Sprite and 10 bazookas.
Chillin' with Caldeans smokin' swishers next to Hookahs 
Eatin' mandarin oranges with baby lucas

Let it breathe 

Plant my feet, go Super Saiyan
Hair is blonde, eyes are blue
I'm a Super Alien.
So many black noodles
You would think that my momma's Asian.
I come to bring the healing
like it's fresh-brewed Ecinacea.

White-paper on reputation
You don't know the game 
don't even know 'bout optimization.
Here you go,
I am the product of de-regulation.
Subprime Loan
fuck shit up for generations.

My mathematics interstellar 
Foundation: Sociology
Maximilian Weber.
Organize my thoughts
and operate them by a lever
Reinforce the self
and memorize me for whenever.

Que tu quiere que te diga
Your mind is runnin' slow because you popped too many pingas 
I'm ridin' on a Llama just to rep it for my Incas
Voice command my momma's tablet just to order pizza.

I'm from the future

Let me 3D print my feelings
Make something organic out of water and a seedling
Ain't reachin' for the sky if you're staring at the ceiling. 
I'm reaching for the top of the elements of being.

You think of evil and think demons.
I think of evil as the ego in a human being.
You want to be I Am
but ain't livin' in the moment.
You want to be yourself
but you're whole demeanor's stolen.

I'm a pupil in an iris
Yang and Yin 
The Caribbean of the Pirates
Used to be a slave then escaped to inflict violence
Upon the same mind that confined my enlightenment.

I don't know
Maybe I got too simplified
Sippin' water in Riverside
Dialectical amplified.
My electrodes are standin' by
The charge is on the artery 
responsible for artistry.
The truth is never hard to see.
I float above the jungle nigga,
Gorilla pillage
In a planet full of apes
this a Gorilla village.
Even Caesar knows not to mess with Barbarians
Transportation equestrian,
Charm the socks off Librarians.  
Walk in the winter wind in cherry moccasins
was born September 4th, get drunk September 5th.
Don't make me do the math, the past is relevant.
Don't make me draw the path the the points are relative.
Take shape
The figure 8 can't escape fate 
Infinite ways to display what you can't say 
You get the play that I stage but you can't state
Place no demands I just sway and I slang weight.

Kill Em All - Produced by Tank

A Mixtape released in March for Women's month.
<a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=SYE7PFV5" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.megaupload.com/?d=SYE7PFV5</a>
Because MC5000 has a mother too.

Lady it's,
designed by the beauty tied to your tender lips
Disguised in those milky eyes dark as the abyss
Describe what I feel inside when I see this script,
creation authored by the fire, so pardon the desire
but understand your elegance extends from somethin' higher
what I reference is not coincidence, your existence is a testament to infinite
Pleasure particles ignite when all the distances
between our hips and finger tips lessen it feels me quick
With oh this passionate, so irrational
I got game girl but I forget the arsenal,
I ain't know that was possible
What a crown, ain't a clown Love it when your hair's down
I know you're darker than a caramel, but caramelized is how
I'd describe that pretty brown, you get me now?
I appreciate your face like you do the clouds.
Or waterfalls on mountain sides movin' through the clouds
I can't just call you fine 'cause that would leave you so appalled 
But what am I supposed to do?
I mean it deeply when it's you.
I'm just trying not to think of you.
It ain't just a smile, 
it's as whatever it is to be as fertile as the nile
your words are perfumes I can smell from more than just a mile
I sense mosaic in your beauty, they're as dumb as tiles.
To be confused by the ... nah I can't lie
The same place but not the same thing that's why.
Lately I call you dope, your presence gets me that high.
Or Gryphon stand for vigilance, I guess you're that fly
Come here, prettiest of roses
The silliest of poets I posses
You know this, you got my stomach bubblin' like Moet.
So go ahead do the dang thang let my mind sprang
I'm on my T-Pain except you are not a stripper
And you're good, tried to talk some over liquor
But neither of us sipped a drink, you see the bigger picture?
When you looked at me it didn't seem like what you you saw was nigger
When you looked at me it didn't seem like what you you saw was nigger



03 Guess who loves you more

Black Effron
by Matios

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Z004MRV2

Closer

Luchini

The Riddler
by Matios

Auntie told me watch my language
Better yet she said it's better if my strangeness ...
Better yet she said go on and spit them flames kid.
'cause whether underground or famous, it's the same shit
Nigga, it's all a game
I ain't after the cars and fame
You aint' gotta know my name dogg it's all the same
It's just that I'm so raw how do I explain
You recognize my voice the moment it infects your brain (wow)
I'm like a cow with a mad disease
NAH.  I'm like a house with a thousand bees. BRAH.
I'm as annoying as a thousand me's
And watch me eat MC's with a mound of cheese
Velveeta, in shell sneakers, my Adidas
With fly divas, you might rhyme but can't beat us
It's nice to meet us and nice to meet you
I'm M2B2 and it's been such a pleasure to beat you

Call me the ooga booga, movin' like bob malooga looga
Matios caveman, slap yo' fake ass up wit'  tuba,
You think you wanna problem wit' me? I'd never shoot ya.
I'll just call my momma, and tell her to run the driver through ya,
'til your eyes and pupils are dilated your mind is fadin'
from the lack oxygen to your brain 'cause your side is spillin',
you silly willy millie vanillie niggie's couldn't tip me,
I'm just tryi n' to keep virginity from these crazy womenly
feminine agents with breastes the size of watermelons

Get down

Produced by @ChrisCalor
Featuring @JWFR

The Magilla est 
The most Gorillaesque
Jackin' your blonde and smackin' copters from a building yes.
They know the nombre
it's Matios the hombre
who's rockin' the sombre
ro on the dome 'ey.
Gimme the microphone (yeah)
This that negro form
I don't even fight niggas no more
that's what my niece is for.
Let your mind rise above the lines we confined in
Fold the continuum to times that I ain't rhymed in
and rhyme then, naked on an island
bacon on the fry, bacon on the pie, bacon on my mind (yeah)
The only nigga rappin who ain't tryin' to get signed
I only do it so I have an excuse for being naked all the time (yeah)
I ain't lost my mind, since my last alleged crime
of which I was not found to be guilty bitch, and I ain't even filthy rich.
Nigga that's the steelo, nigga that's story
Everybody rappin' now, everybody corny.

Oh.  Did I offend somebody?
I mean these niggas softies so it's safe to say that probably.
I don't mean it it's a jockey, I share my pocky pocky,
Run the city like I'm Diddy or I'm Rocky,
Girl go ahead and drop it like the stock be
droppin' on the stock feed

Drop It by Matios and J Will (Produced by Chris Calor)

Produced by Dimitri Jimenez @ayodimitrio

I think I'm fallin' now
Pick out the words that be fallin' out,
Measure the Earth in the turbulence talked about,
I used to swerve while I drove while I'm sober 
confined to a world lit by super nova
The stars fizzle up like spilted Coca Cola
I soak it all up.
Don't try to milk it if it ain't a cow you feelin' me?
Live in a world where it's hard to find tranquility.
And every thought takes off like a soliloquy
etching out the processes I've found alive in front of me.
Sometimes I find that skill is not quite their cup of tea,
so let me slow it down.
It ain't about fittin' in or standin' out.
It's when I open my mouth, nigga standin' down.
'cause don't no body wanna battle when a crowd's around.
It ain't about the win or loss you little jell-o clowns.
I give a shit if you're a boss let us handle now.
I remember ... 
Fallin' deeper in the haze.
Hatred is a maze, but it keeps it all ablaze.
And rappers think they're nice 'cause the numbers on the page.
But can you pour your soul onto people from the stage?
You can fuck a bitch, but can you make Love to a queen?
You can strike it rich, but can you make it worth a thing.
And you can get high.
And you can get high.
And you can tell lies.
And you can tell lies.

Breathing (Produced by Dimitri Jimenez)

Produced by @ChrisCalor

One for the money 
and 2 is for the funky
I do it for the Love Spell wearing dames bumpin' Ashanti
Who be cryin' in the mirror wonderin' "Why he don't want me?"
She blames herself and sobs and thinks "He must have cheated on me,
'cause he's lackin," but that's  often a woman's case
with men it cannot be the same, you tell them they don't listen
So forget it then,
She's the type to let her tastes be swayed by Letterman
in case you didn't know only movies she be watchin'
is the ones she know got dough, like a metaphor for options
in a man she doesn't know, man how will she ever grow?
MC5000 the truth spitter no soothsayer
slap sense in her with two tables and 1 fader 

What you playin' with ya'll?  Let me change your mind.
No point in goin' through the journey if it wastes your time.
So keep both eyes focused when you edge the line
And remember bring your balls when the stakes is high 

Baby powder in both hands,
I'm sorry I choke fans,
From Stockton to Spokane
And Denver to Oakland
September in robes man,
A puppet always lies 'til the pelican nose jams
the door,
I remember before passed out on the floor
wake up to some texts I sent to a whore
Who gets quite upset when I open the door
for whore, I don't know why we try no more.
So I do it, and she spits complaints and bitches
but it's coo' 'cause when I cook she's gon' wash the dishes.
Man the cycle's vicious, I don't hit women when they hit me
I just call my cousins get them jumped for free


Stakes is high (Produced by Chris Calor)

Produced by Kero One

Produced by @KEROONE to whom there is no affiliation. 

If you like this beat, you can download it on iTunes at: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/tempted-instrumental/id537512403?i=537512550&ign-mpt=uo%3D4


Who got the kerosene? 
Who got the party jumpin' coked out like he's Charlie Sheen?
Sorry ya'll that wasn't me,
Apparently photography remembers me that's crazy
light scribbles on a negative, and now you got some evidence.
I hold this truth evident: Otis, Blues, Effortless
flows peruse Perris in Cali nigga not England
Or France, same shit different pants on a bastard.
Doper than your friends even if I ain't mastered
Hopefully it ends not with more blood not on my dagger.
My mind meanders, a black Anaximander
slash midnight pole dancer, I strip for young grandma's,
It's all twisted now, but I'm real good with my grammar
Walked cobble stoned streets, write rhymes beneath a lantern
And write poetry about the fourth ring of Saturn.

Horns 

Niggas ain't on my level, I'm 'bout to take it back
to before a chorus in rap, when your skill in store was a fact
Hard bass you never heard of like when Skrillex on a track.
Forget a side, I'm tryin' to remind 'em where our country's on the map.
The illest rapper in America and world
I'm here to spread Love, you fear when the mic's up.
I'm ill as your ninth cup while sippin' your ninth blunt
you're spittin' insides up, afraid that it's like blood,
it's okay, it happens to the best, skurd is the word
  'cause don't nobody produce a masterpiece in a blur.
Actually, I prefer the term "Dopest in herre,"
'cause it's factually confirmed and ask the rest they concur.
The fascination occurs like lacerations of course
A mentalist's intercourse, I shake foundations and floors.
You know my style, burn a while like a black & mild,
I put it down for my town, and the blackest child.
They never like us 'cause their daughters ask for piping down.
I'm like you brought us bitch, so why complain, just pipe it down.


Tempted (Produced by Kero One)

Bon giorno, carpe diem
Mapquest - your place - secrets - free them
duct tape - plyers - water - rag
Flick flick flick, light it, drag.
Mind is space ship, yours is bag
you are a dork, I'm freakin' rad,
They call my phone, they call me Dad
they aren't my kids, I got it like that,
I walk through the street, eat mangos from bags
with limón y sal and a dash of Swag
I'm not Roger Rabbit, I'm MC5000
Why are these kids clownin', the artiste is dragon
my palm reaches Saturn, I slap space and Jupiter
Where girls are more stupider, I get more roofier
One pill in my drink, two pills in my drink
Last thing that I see is four pills in my sink
I walk the planet singing Love songs along with Janet
In some Air Force 1's and a bra on while I'm jammin',
My balls alone can cause alarm and city wide panic
Had a jacket that they threw me in, they forgot to strap it,
I get carried by cockatiels let's keep it real
what yo' momma feels when she cops a feel ain't even real,
I used to have simple dreams: a home, a sleek deville 
and a resource well, well enough to keep me clean with bills.
The mind matures, before the winter so the breath is chilled
Already mind's confetti, call me Debbie I won't say nothin' ill.

Why they think when we diss rappers we don't respect 'em,
Everybody's sensitive these days, what I expect?
I guess I thought a big ass house with a couple of checks
Would be enough, I guess not, 'cause now all these niggas vexed.
Maybe I went too far a couple times in a couple rhymes
But compare it to the context nigga that's a couple lines.
I spend days on a thought and all they ever hear
make me ask J Will his recipe drink with Everclear.
Signal, switchin' lanes, the day glistens 
with rain, I stay swervin' a la Kirko Bangz
I'm from a land with the purple dames
who got urple fangs, who suck dry the ridges of one's brains.
Flip pages like bridges, exchanges with bitches
imagine my limits of bullshit's logarithmic.
I think I meant exponential but either way is special
there's a million ways to contest you I think today I'll let you
be, like the African rhythms hidden in instrumentals
Messages our ancestors left us "Nigga, don't let them phase you."
I remember the songs that mother sang
native tongue of the mountain and salt spoken by kings,
they try to tell me I'm descended from an ape
I'm descended from a grape
fermented with the others it was great,
one bottle two glasses
words and thoughts all molasses,
great art is all practice.
I get it crackin', I part your car's axis
take parts in dark fashion, take part in art bastards


International Players Anthem

Rules do not confine us, because rules of rules free us.  Without regulation, there is no way out.

Channel the mind.  Focus the spirit.

Matios

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