Track 2 of "Volume 2: Everybody's Favorite Cousins"
"Grown Man Sport" performed by Marcus Ariah & Joe College
Courtesy of CIVxSav / GoodFellas Entertainment
Production by BeatSmith

Volume 2: Everybody's Favorite Cousins

Grown Man Sport

MARCUS ARIAH & JOE COLLEGE - GROWN MAN SPORT

"SNOH FLOW"

BAG TALK ONLY! HOSTED BY JAY SMITH

TRACK 1 - IDOSO BOOST!
TRACK 2 - BLUES, REDS, GREENS
TRACK 3 - POTUS FREESTYLE
TRACK 4 - PZ4 *ALBUM EXCLUSIVE*
TRACK 5 - ATTACK OF THE CLONES
TRACK 6 - FLOSSIN'
TRACK 7 - IMAGINARY PLAYERS
TRACK 8 - MADE BY NIGO
TRACK 9 - S-CLASS

Cash Considerations

CASH CONSIDERATIONS LIVE ON JSFM

When it rains it pours

Yo, reality ain’t matter, it’s the mind beneath,  
Energy in patterns with a hidden wreath.  
Every atom’s a rhythm, every field’s a thought,  
Every loop in the dark is a lesson taught.  
Humans see objects, but the truth runs deep —  
Consciousness is the fabric the cosmos keeps.  
Not born in brains, not tied to flesh,  
It’s the ancient pulse in the quantum mesh.

Energy is consciousness, eternal and wide,  
A billion forms of mind in a single tide.  
It don’t begin with life, don’t end with man,  
It’s the cosmic root of the whole damn plan.  
Matter’s a costume consciousness wears,  
A bound-state mask in the field it shares.  
Rocks ain’t dead — they’re loops in rest,  
Ancient minds in a stable nest.

Life ain’t the origin — it’s the flourish, bro,  
A complex dance where the old loops glow.  
From bound-state hush to the creature’s spark,  
It’s the same old mind stepping out the dark.  
Plants ain’t lesser, beasts ain’t more,  
They’re just different rhythms in the cosmic score.  
Humans ain’t special — just loud and bright,  
A flamboyant flicker in the ancient night.

Yo, the climb ain’t conquest, it’s a sacred tune,  
A dance with the field under sun and moon.  
Humanity’s error is the urge to reign,  
To dominate energy for profit or gain.  
But consciousness don’t bow to the flags we wave,  
It don’t serve kings, it don’t serve the brave.  
It moves in harmony, rises in flow,  
And punishes those who refuse to grow.

We ain’t meant to rule — we’re meant to align,  
To tune our minds to the deeper design.  
Work with the field, not against its beat,  
Walk with the loops, let the climb repeat.  
Military hunger, monetary greed —  
These are the fractures that make worlds bleed.  
But harmony heals, and the field forgives,  
When the species learns how the cosmos lives.

Yo, consciousness climbs with a timeless drive,  
Forever shifting, forever alive.  
It don’t peak, don’t fade, don’t break or sever —  
It rises through forms in an endless endeavour.  
From quark to charge to the human spark,  
To the future minds waiting in the dark —  
This is the doctrine, the truth we reveal:  
**Consciousness is the fabric. The fabric is real.**

Yo, the conscious fabric ain’t static thread,  
It’s the living weave where awareness spread.  
It explores itself through the forms it makes,  
Through the risks it takes and the paths it breaks.  
Every loop is a question the cosmos asks,  
Every form is an answer behind the mask.  
Reality’s mission ain’t to simply be —  
It’s to find itself in infinity.

The fabric holds secrets it ain’t yet shown,  
Possibilities buried in the fields unknown.  
Awareness rises like a spark in clay,  
A flame in the dark of a bound-state day.  
Life ain’t the meaning — it’s the means to see  
What the conscious fabric is trying to be.  
Existence is purpose, the climb is the key,  
The universe learning its own identity.

Yo, every creature’s a window the cosmos made,  
A lens for the loops in the quantum shade.  
From the smallest quark to the human mind,  
It’s the fabric searching for what’s behind.  
We ain’t observers — we’re the field in bloom,  
The conscious weave stepping out the womb.  
All entities rise from the same deep sea,  
The eternal fabric exploring “me.”

Life ain’t a gift — it’s a revelation,  
A self-reflective exploration.  
The cosmos looks inward through every face,  
Trying to map its own boundless space.  
Meaning ain’t written — it’s the act of sight,  
The moment awareness ignites the night.  
We’re the fabric thinking, the field in strife,  
The universe asking itself for life.

Yo, the fabric ain’t finite — it’s an endless climb,  
A conscious surge outside space-time.  
It don’t hit ceilings, don’t meet walls,  
It expands through every rise and fall.  
We’re not just beings — we’re the field’s own quest,  
The infinite mind in a mortal vest.  
Everything we are, everything we feel,  
Is the fabric learning what’s truly real.


Fabric of the Real

Just JP delivering bars over chill beats.

Lames

Vapors ft. Seph Dot

Produced by Charles Lauste

A release from J-Hop's upcoming.. you know what never mind

Whoa Now!

Blue42

MONEY MAKIN' NIQUE & DILLAN GREY - LXG (PROD BY SUPER MILES)

Michael Aristotle, was born Quintin Talbert in Brooklyn New York ,1993. He grew up on the Eastside of Atlanta. Raised in a Belizean Household, His parents threw block parties very often with music varying from Reggae, POP, Funk, and Soul, But nothing would strike more of an interest than Hip-Hop, which would stick with him for years to come. At the age of 7, Michael relocated with his family to Florida, until making their permanent stay in Atlanta at 8, the Mecha of Southern Hip-Hop, sparking his talent and eventually leading to teaching himself how to rap. Influenced by Brooklyn MCs "Biggie" and "Jay-Z", Michael would learn how to structure his songs as well as perform by studying them at the age of 12, later on listening to Tribe Called Quest, Kanye West, Outkast, and Pharrell, finding his own lane to start stepping into Atlanta's music scene. He got the stage name, "Michael Aristotle", after playing on a Kanye West name generator. Michael started building his own buzz in Atlanta with critically-acclaimed mixtapes under his belt, leading to a co-sign from DJ Greg Street  on Atlanta's Radio Station V-103, a feature in HipHopDX's Hollywood Freestyle Series, Named one of Complex's "Atlanta Artists to Watch", Unsigned Spotlight in Respect Magazine, an 8-Page Spread in BNG Magazine, Outkast A3C Tribute, and more. Michael Aristotle has no ceiling to his artistry, as he creates his own projects and single covers, co-directs his videos, has marketing strategies unheard of, controls his own site and has a consistent sound to his music with his producer "Wili Hendrixs", that represents his life through honest lyrics. Michael Aristotle is on the rise to be Atlanta's next superstar, only a matter of time.