Turn the microphone on
I have something to say
My presentations attracting
Attention multiple ways
See the laws of distractions
Been in the lead for a while
Need to notice the difference
Step back from the dial
Ya see history's recycled
This shit been on repeat
Population technology
Make it all look unique
But,
Really it isn't
All this long ago invented
Giving social media voices
Cloaked by first amendment
The streets are littered
With lives no longer mattered
Nobody's a leader
Making speeches then scattered
Lacking in institutions
The other end's their solution
All the crabs in the bucket
Getting boiled for the platter
It's bout love, it's bout life, bout death and beyond
It's bout doe, about sex, mental stages we on?
It's bout God & the world & the places I am
So please cut the mic on
So they can hear SPAM


2000 Whatever
A brand new time of vital survival
Element touches the surface just like a revival
Patiently inside the Earth, been waiting for ages
Grooveallegance dug it up, and put it on stages
Until then, superior meets imperial form
Verbal integrity since the day I was born
So for the last 16,000 days or so
Studying forms of conquer - playing, singing, and flow
Monday, March 17, 80 ambrosia was tasted
Never once inside these plans the element to be wasted
When they found I was a genius, system wanted me to stray
Medical, mechanical jobs they want Me to pray
God didn't answer my prayer and I like that
Of course She understood where My Life's supposed to be at
Observations of the world and life and how I react
Cause Moose Harris is here
I'm putting it down on wax
My whole life brings a brand new zest
In front of a microphone always do My best
Harmonic dictations just grabs my spirit, flings it high
For God appreciates music and so do I
So it's my responsibility
To the best of My ability 
To set things straight and set a path of music stability
It's simple see? 
Coming straight through the fog
And if you don't understand it, it's cool
It'll be clearer tomorrow.

Shadows Prayers And Music (SPAM)

Turn the Microphone On (The Introduction)

Turn The Microphone On

Bussin' in on ya frame like a screen door
Keeping your head bobbin is a drug and I Want mo
Talk about stats, I want the wins, looses And what's the score
Sky ain't the ceiling for me
It's the damn floor
I'll tell you Mo
Mack on this heat
The only thing about me Poe
Facts on repeat
The only thing I use the mic fo
Well known by now for all the soul I'm giving
If this here don't wake you up
You fail at paying attention
My extension
To lend a hand
So lend an ear and listen
Beat knocking on hardened time
Call the groove a fucking prison
Wowing crowds since 3rd grade
88 double Kobe
Purely unanimous
Flow's fantabulous
My influence will never fade
Don't have to ask why I came here
Better now than never
Word to Caesar
And ima do what I please here
Since you're bobbing once again that's Clear
Mac make those guitars reappear

Money ain't got no time piece
Money ain't got no punch clock
Money ain't got no time for niggas that's Bullshittin' with this hip-hop
That's why it's gotta be syndication
Play that real across the nation
Want to inspire and advertisers
Black enterprise next generation
Dollars and diction so needed
Sharing my thoughts as succeeded
Not everything was fun but greeted
To acknowledge embrace the feeling
No matter what form of nonsense
I'm still rocking for you
I'm Always hungry
Any language
So Ja ljublju yedu
That means I'm eating, buffet
Bullshit runs past me, ole
Can't stop this reign like Missy
This smooth butter, parkay
When I'm depressed
It's only a test
To see if ima fail on this path
I don't regret
Bet on myself
Never a joke to laugh
Like I say the first time
I know what I'm doing
Just give me bars
I'ma eat em ima ruin
Your perception of the bottom of the boot
Anything besides I'm great
Your
Point
Is
Moot...
I'm MOOSE

I Know Something's Different

I Know Something’s Different

Follow this rhyme coma
Mass communication teacher without my damn diploma
I inspire to reach higher, sounds from another star
Play solos on a comet, use rings to recite bars
Bubbling to the surface
Swimming against the current, I promise you it's worth it
Never traditional
A couple rituals
That keeps my head in the clouds painting these visuals
Birth of cosmic energy transposed
A consciousness became superimposed
Reality composed
A connection realized, undisclosed
Introspection may become juxtaposed
A conscious becomes reimpose
Uchū ga shukufuku shi, tazu kyōdai o mamotte kuremasu yō ni
Flattery goes to the deserving don't it?
Universal consciousness every time I spit
Predisposed eloquent and a little groove with it.

I Am in My Own Space
We Take Off On The Runway...

Brink of genius on the brink of insanity
A taste of either side is what you're getting actually
My daily struggle for lyrical convenience
Is it genius to think insane, or insane to think genius?
And that's why I have to be successful
It's the only way that I'll get noticed as an intellectual
But I wake each morning and thank god for this pleasure
Of being Moose Harris, Avery's Father here forever.
And on these two Foot I roll and ramble
The revolution's here, this is just the preamble
Not insane as in unsound, can't deal with reality
Social conventions making zombies and they think they're happy
Happy cause I'm not the best in profession
Happy cause the scope I see is at best to question
But y'all don't hear me, the track's too busy touching all your brain cells
WarTip partnership grown man decibels

I Am In My Own Space
We Take Off On The Runway...

I believe You may
You may
You may
A need stop playing...

Shadows Prayers And Music

Tengo No Sensai

Stressing cause something’s missing
Many puzzle pieces gone
Subconsciously turned over
Out of sight out of mind prolonged
When you’re the focus at the wrong time
And you have nothing to say
Silence takes its time
Guess I’ll wait another day
Forgetting yesterday
For the days before
Back when words we meant
They meant so much more
Everything’s gone or wroooooong
Plus forgotten man
Containing memories
Refocused when unsolved and

There’s no need to change until change is due
Only then will this message get heard by you
Blindfold off but still blinded by the light
I’ll be ok if I find a place to crash tonight
There’s no need to change until change is due
Only then will this message get heard by you
But I’m grateful that, I Learned something new
No one else has been able to hurt me like you.


What’s The hardest part of it all?
Not when the tears start to flow
Flowing from stages to stages engages
Allows me to let emotions go
Hardest part is fakin till you make
Whatever it takes to bury the fear
Awkward reactions fatal attractions
People detaching
You know the deal.
Now you know why I won’t stop
Now you know why I won’t quit
Cause telling you people this
Works for both benefits
15,000 days ago
Expectations on my head
Now I’m fighting failure
Cause most who expected is dead
Shouted out on fragment end
Didn’t know you wouldn’t hear this go.
I apologize
For taking this long you know?
They say god laughs when you make plans
means destiny’s just in his hands
I don’t understand
And I’m scared
Endgame
Is really nothin
So doing to make it real
Document with more than words
Taking extreme measures
Making sure I don’t go backwards
Life's ambition occuPy my time
Priorities confuse the mind
Happiness one step behind
This inner peace I've yet to find


And I know plenty people
Do the same things too
Steady smiling life of the party
Unknowing what the darkness do
How did I get the secrets?
When they let me know how I feel?
Most lonely people flock together
Real recognize real.
I’ve been placed with a challenge
Be the holder of the hidden sounds
Deal with it all in silent screams when no one else is round
Putting up a front for the masses
While being tortured in peace
You found the tracks of my tears
Rock with my pain externally

There’s no need to change until change is due
Only then will this message get heard by you
Blindfold off but still blinded by the light
I’ll be ok if I find a place to crash tonight
There’s no need to change until change is due
Only then will this message get heard by you
But I’m grateful that, I Learned something new
No one else has been able to hurt me like you.

Putting Up a Front

Putting Up A Front

What if there is no tomorrow?
Just a variation of days gone by
What if you're not really here?
What if you've already died?
And everything is, what is perceived to have happened
If another set of circumstances had taken place that one time?
What if everyone around you was the heaven or hell you’re to look forward to
And it’s just a matter of which variation you’re to jump into next?
What if you’re someone’s heaven or hell to see next?
Or you their Angel? Or their daemon? (Flex)
What if everything we’re to look forward to has already happened,
And we’re the last ones to know?
That skeleton in your closet is really your body
Hanging by the flesh
While the world waits for you to catch up
In the purgatory we call life?
What if life is really death?
And this whole time is really a nine month journey
Of another’s pregnancy
So at birth
We can see tomorrow
For what it really is?

What if There's No Tomorrow

What If There's No Tomorrow

Some People Grin and Bear it
But Me I Grind and Do It
No time for standing still
Water perception's fluid
I got My sandals ready
Lyrical Missionary
You may not walk on water
But Ima drive the ferry

Don't need wavering bridges
Burn them out my way
I got wings to fly over
Call that a Leap Day
Red Bull power
So when You think I'm in a pickle
God, Family, Friends keep me going
That's a tricycle
Get it? Tricycle. 3 times the speed of sin
Running laps past protesters using my light within
Here in the vocals and notes for you there is still hope
Set your priorities straight and please learn to cope
Secrets of Success will not work, unless you do
Effort brings clarity
That's a see through
I'm an example of this very exact thing
an MLK poster child letting freedom ring
Alter my life from the jump, I'm in a mindspring
With My link to the Earth
Spread word B-Town to Bejing
Amateurs built the Ark
Pros built the Titantic
Keep fighting Your failures with Fire till your inorganic.

I search for God and found only myself
Searched for Myself found only God
Proverb of wealth
Keep speaking lyrics till you understand what i say
Helping others helping Self
Move up economy
I'm used to this stuff
Look where I came before
A lot of water making up that I-10 Corridor
Ima King with a crown
I'm never falling down
Cause My message means something even after I'm under ground
But I'm underground now, so it don't matter
A lyrical time capsule with another chapter
Musical Missionary
Never just a rapper
Music Professional
The legend growing faster
Oceliger Tigcelot on the stage of Man
Having power takes a lot to fade the rage within
So as We chill together Ladies and Gentlemen
All aboard, set sail, the voyage begins.

Legends like profits
Walking holy lands
Rita, Katrina, Bushes, Murdocks and Koch Brothers
Flooding these plains of these lower lands
Southern but never beneath
We are foundation
You can not stand without the seas of this fiery hot land where heat
Pressurizes
The power rises
Harriet Tubman to Solomon Northrup
Mark essence New Orleans Royality
Fighting for justice
Forget about your music royalities
Went from no rights to
Voting Rights
Civil Rights
Fair housing and Brown vs Board
Brown symbolizing rising again
We ready to destroy systems
Face to face with your war
On Black, Brown and Poor
All shades included
World War III ain't about nukes and missiles or some
Distant Nostradamus predictions
We already on the missions
Legend of We?
Legend of Me.
Our ancestors singing like Holiday and Simone
Profits and Soldiers
Pennies from heaven they send
We see the circle is unbroken
Never forget from where you came
And never forget where you're going
This legacy
This mission
One in the same
Legend of We?
Legend of Me.

Legend of Me Featuring Word of a Rebel

Legend Of Me Featuring Word Of A Rebel

I'm in there now LOL
Uhh
I Make it do what it do
I Make it do what it do
Yeah
Try to bless the mic so much that
My nose is running
Try to make it to the top like I'm
Smoking in London
Peeling back many layers a funky
Onion
I like my green with the gold
Green Bay Funyuns
You can book me an MC syllabic
Intentions
Metaphoric tendencies master code
Switching
So I can break down a big bus
On a Hig
Or I can motherfuck ya head with
Feeling ya underdig
This gig's a lifelong journey
Ides of March Madness plus two
Where I'm from I'm winning
Tourneys
I'm not your triplet typical
Panda pounding in fictional
Smoke ya squad like a Miracle
Highly sound individual
Let me Grant one more thing to say
Before I get Horace
The plural of Moose is Moose
I am Urban Flosarus
I hope your understanding's porus
Cause I'm passing the aux to the DJ
Without a chorus

I Make it do what it do
I Make it do what it do
Yeah

Make it do what it do ha
Banks
Underdog Central
The coolest if you ask me
Taking off so I'm killing every
Track Meet
Best of all I will never take the
Back Seat
No Kendrick
They asking what is this
Well this is
Something funky so essentic
I'm always fresh when I say
I meant It
Stacking this bread
Now they wonder where the mint is
No matter what they doing
They gon always get the business
No Suits
You shouldn't step to it cause it's
No use
Ya looking like a Simpson
No Juice
Details on everything that I produce
I'm a Saint
They running back is so Deuce
So let's give em what they waiting
For
After this they gonna be wanting
Us to
Make some more
You best believe We gonna leave it
On ya mental
Banks reporting live from
Underdog Central

I Make it do what it do
I Make it do what it do
Yeah

Cooler than two fans
Three's Company like where is
Suzanne
Summer kinda hot and white women
Getting new tans
At any old party acting a nuisance
Spit it like Bobby Blue Bland
If I let one bird talk back to me
Maybe two can
Said she wouldn't do it
But turned around got a
New can
Chess is coming next if you sponsor
Or be a new fan
Them Twenty extra dollars be
Adding up
Every new man
Damn
I really don't wanna wear a mask in
The Store
But umm
I really think I should wear a mask
In The Store
Cause they never put nothing back
In communities that they broke
From the alcohol and cigarettes
Shoving all down our throats
Suicidal thoughts
Had a nigga lost
Plus some guidance cost
Free to get my ass up
Be a Boss
Winter cool like Jack Frost
I'm the GOAT
Full of Marijuana smoke
Stuffing dick down her throat
Motherfucker

I Make it do what it do
I Make it do what it do
Yeah

Coolishness Featuring Alfred Banks & TheRealSkully

Coolishness Featuring Alfred Banks, TheRealSkully

(First things first)
Too many artists touch the mic and get headstrong
Thinking that it's important just to say that their dick's long
Little Napoleon you got this all wrong
The only Bonaparte she got was me all week long
It's just a joke that I say in all seriousness
I gloat cause I know what the business is
Gaining a reputation that is hard to salvage
Having a wealth soul, while body living average
I'm not strange, just not normal
And since You're listening, that adds proof in the formal
Moreover sand over your distress (don't forget that)
I'm closer than you think to success (so check that)
Just a little line shooting
I got ya head bopping but I got your mind moving
Feeling the dreadlocks cause your behind's grooving
Hitting a soft spot and the sound's so soothing

I Need a Hook for This Bitch
(Say what say what say what?)
I Need a Hook for This Bitch
(Say what say what say what?)
I Need a Hook for This Bitch
(What?)
Somebody please come up with a hook for this... Bitch
I Need a Hook for This Bitch
(Say what say what say what?)
You know what?
(What?)
How about ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
(Ok)
It covers everything

It's impossible
To let the logical
Create obstacles
Cause diabolicals
They will abolish You
In other words
Believe in the big picture
Help Yourself through helping others to relieve stricture
I really can's say that You'll make it through
Completely water washed
In the worldview
But the less You pay attention to the ballyhoo
The better chance you can clear up your field of view
Now I've never been a packaged deal
I'm out the box
That's why My first album is called Unorthodox
And even though I aint been to Atlanta in a while
The Chronicles of My life I can still compile
Chapters, thoughts, lessons learned
The soul reach on after My life adjourns
Because what We do now in the meantime
Takes a bigger meaning in what We leave behind, right

I Need a Hook for This Bitch
(Say what say what say what?)
I Need a Hook for This Bitch
(Say what say what say what?)
I Need a Hook for This Bitch
(What?)
Somebody please come up with a hook for this... Bitch
I Need a Hook for This Bitch
(Say what say what say what?)
You know what?
(What?)
How about ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
(Ok)

In Your mind take your time just to figure Me
I be so deep You need a shovel just to dig Me
regardless if You want it academic or street, I am complete
When you battle Me I'll stop You in the time it takes Your heart to beat
Pen, Pencil, CD, or Computer
Riding in My Trailblazer or using RiTA to commuter
If 2G's God's Gift to the globe
I am the box to behold
Producing hits for mind body and soul
Come and get some
You want it?
We got it
It's all fine
And when You get it
Stir it deep
Let it age like fine wine
I'll show up,
Change Your life
And leave like nothing happened
Why You think in Sigma Land
They call Me Blue Assassin?
Whether singing or rapping I'm in the mioment everyday
You want a little taste?
Send Your royalties to ENAE
And no I don't play
This is My life to pursue
This just a little taste on Your end
Because You can't do what I do
I Need a Hook for This Bitch
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

Taking on the floor
Shock painted on faces
Quick to take the stage
Grab the mic, spit graces
Stop me when I’m lying
Is the phrase Im on hard
Flash dancing bars
Harold & Fayard
Now watch me work
Do it big
Do it right
Do it style
Now watch me work

1,2 microphone checker
Bear witness consistent twist, chubby checker
Don’t be Fred to stare I’m singing in the rain
Gingerly riding the beat
Tap dancing on your brain
Ancient Soul, Similar to nobody
Going up floors while you stuck in the lobby
No more front desk for me, now I’m an owner
Rocking this job like Colorado marijuana
Hot Springs flow, a diamond in the rough
Keep digging, you get the karats if you get me deep enough
My Arc can saw beyond any expectation
Can’t say this my peak, I’m used to the elevation
Journalistic diction
Stop the press to report
Classless Threadz I embed
Spinning yarn with retort
With piano in the dark
Only spark in the rhythm
Illin on the beat
Lyrical Chris Prythm

Taking on the floor
Shock painted on faces
Quick to take the stage
Grab the mic, spit graces
Stop me when I’m lying
Is the phrase Im on hard
Flash dancing bars
Harold & Fayard
Now watch me work
Do it big
Do it right
Do it style
Now watch me work

Back on the beat no hesitation
Transcribing on the case no Perry Mason
If it please the court can we stop the prosecution
From using execution as an easy solution?
With 12 mil on this plane you can relax
But it’ll never be the same, she’s never coming back
Investment’s cool but push investigation
And get the guilty parties out of the equation
But I digress
You want grooving on this song
I’m supposed to be escape
Slide and dip sing a long
Put the swing in ladies hips
2 step the cares away
Nevermind all the troubles
Greeting you everyday
Hey
I understand
Flow with a cross to bare
Mic is therapy
on the beat I dwell
And I do the thing well
Never change presentation
I’m done
Play the hook again.

Taking on the floor
Shock painted on faces
Quick to take the stage
Grab the mic, spit graces
Stop me when I’m lying
Is the phrase Im on hard
Flash dancing bars
Harold & Fayard
Now watch me work
Do it big
Do it right
Do it style
Now watch me work

Watch Me Work

I figured it out
you know why we look alike to most people?
Because once you were kin, related, we were one people.
Then we got separated at the block and the Church steeple
Now we are mixing in debt + a learned evil
tribes torn apart, no longer use of pretending
Looking for a Finish line but this right here is only Beginning
All the faces + patterns, tell emotional stories,
Of failure + triumph,
Of sorrows + glory
That’s one of my stories,
That’s one of my songs
Meditate with a swisher and the muggle is strong.
Random theories in the clouds is where I belong.
Dancing with Heebie Jeebies, like I’m Louis Armstrong
Sorry if this is not what you’re expecting
But this is what happens when I’m high and I start kvetching
Pretend I am Catholic a little and start a confession
But it’s hip-hop since birth for me too, so this here’s a blessing

Harry Pot Herr

For Anthony “Moose Harris” Daniels music  has been a way of life since the beginning.
For the last  20 years, Mr. Daniels strives to be on the forefront of where independent music and business combines; whether it be through his own 5 album discography, his other dozen or so credits as a producer and/or 3 instrument musician, or his two syndicated radio shows, Urban Flosarus & The Grapevine.

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