She pays her bills with her body, figuratively and sometimes, literally. Onlyfans, Instagram, Tiktok, Facebook, these are her avenues. Somewhere along the way in her obsession over her image and reputation, she lost who she was underneath the algorithms, impressions, and placements. 

He is a man with many battle scars. He wears a façade so now, his brokenness seems normal. The answer to how this is fixed is elusive, and often it leaves many with, doubt.

Diary of a Mad Planet

Doubt [Prod. By Tony Mahoney]

A man had a great love and lost it. Completely floored, ironically that's where he sits trying to piece together what happened, but honestly, it's all too broken to put back together again.

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Lyrics:
Broken pieces (3x)

I dream (2x)

Yea but those dreams killin' me (2x)


Verse:
Sittin' amongst broken pieces/
I get choked-up I don't believe it/
I hold-up, this image I had in my mind pictured/
This pretty thing it was my addiction/
I try to forget but I can't/
I move different my style's revamped/
But I'm a dope song in a blown amp/
I've found if eyes look close enough/
They get shown scam/
& it's hard to lie/
When you can't stand to be analyzed/
& it's killin me when I fantasize/ 
About the life we had on dark nights/
You got into me, all-the-way-through/
The prettiest of nature couldn't make you/
I'm thinkin' too much cuz at this moment your scent (fuck) it fills the booth/
You're music my eyes can't use/
I close my eyes & even there you groove/
& then you changed it up started actin' rude/
I ain't change you give me attitude/
I guess your mind was trapped by what you had to lose/
& no matter how much I tried there was nothing more I could add to you/
You did me dirty, you did me cold/
When it was yo' ass I waited on/
Made me sick, but I got my patient on/
A little bit of me holds out hope that we'll roll again/

These broken pieces…

Sittin' amongst broken pieces/
You are my weakness
I’ll guard your secrets
Caught in your deepness
You don’t know how I need this
& I frequent every thought that you creep in


I can’t believe it… 
I can’t believe it...

That Feelin'

Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces [Prod. By Mikey Pajamas]

Two forces, equally irresistible, encounter one another.

Verse:

What I need from you is more than you could give or I could take I expect it late/
You select your attire in the mirror and you debate/
You say the dress can wait.. I'd like to counter that by saying no it can't/
I like how you're arranged/
Don't think it strange that I'm attracted to you/
& if you think it strange, well, you don't know what you do/
The softness of your hair, the way ya heels clash against the floor/
I know the sound so I know it's you before you hit the door/
I'm a guitar and you always stroke the right chord/
My thoughts in the night you invade/
I imagine how you would look so nice when you're laid/
Hard to get to sleep/
I think you know just what I mean/ 
A body that I need to explore/
Playin’ in your pretty hair girl that I adore/...
When it comes to you I need more/
The attraction game is equal & I'm happy keepin' score/
You walk by me slowly, givin' me them eyes, that I like/
At the same time my jeans gettin' tight/
All right, calm down/
You're a puzzle to me that I've solved now/
You got needs & they're different when w/ me/
So you cry out in the night for me/
Before those eyelids I kissed on close slowly/
You're not alone but you're lonely/
Dreamin’ about the past in the present/
What would happen if you picked up that old dream and went to get it?/
Life happened, circumstances that were quite strappin'/
'Fore you knew it time passed and so did interest/
The things you used to love ain't enough you know disinterest, well/
I've never been the type to kiss and tell/
I’m a dreamboat on water w/ ease no tough sails/
I'm needin to get intimate/
I'm seein if you're into it/
To think of it/
Excites me, caught on what you might be/..
Most likely I'm right, see?/

We both knew it would end like this… (2x)
Two souls on an island, island....

Outro Hook:
Two souls alone on an island/
The seas around it get violent/
Pursuing you is presenting such a challenge I'm bout it/
I keep seein’ me go in and out of it/
Two souls alone on an is-/
Two souls alone on an island/ (3x)

I get in…
And you get in…

-	Rockwell

Island [Prod. By Tony Mahoney]

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Lyrics:

​Verse 1:
Listen (3x)
I shot the sheriff and you know I did
Don't shed tears
He fed fears to the masses
Full caskets
At the podiums he'd laugh then do it again,
Didn't relent
Under pressure of death he didn't repent
How did he go?
I'm glad you asked
I subjected him to the worst kinds of horrors
Gave him hope in the form of cyanide pills
I took his dreams and made 'em nightmares
He rioted still
Defiant,
But I'm David to his Goliath
I used towels to get his blood off tiles
I color coded
Did it cuz it needed doing
The culture was ruined
By money pursued by the need for influence
He was broke from his mental decline so pay him no mind 
I killed his heart like I kill beats
No sympathy for these devils
I give 'em shovels
I'll lead you to the body
As we roll up on the X watch it get deep

Hook:
Shot the sheriff I did (2x)
I ain't shoot the deputy, I missed

Verse 2:
Every detail of my life’s pored over in the media
None grounded in the real what’s revealed gets seedier..
They love to put a face to a murder
Yet they never bring the furnace to those with soul’s deserted
Yeah I shot him I,
Brought death to idle eyes
And who you idolize
Gravely wounded corpses talking to constituents
I can’t call it
I’m the only one that sees it
He was breathing, that was my only reason
Cuz with every breath he lied 
With every breath he caused atrocities then he’d slide
Back behind the forcefield he would usually hide
Tears in their eyes trigger pulled my bullet decries gross figures 
Security providers don’t want service to post pictures 
​They all know what he did but they don’t want vengeance
With inanimate support the scope I looked in…
Firing squad…then my book ends

Hook:
Shot the sheriff I did (2x)
I ain't shoot the deputy, I missed

- Rockwell

I Shot the Sheriff [Prod. by Divine Nature & FiendishMusic]

Is it a robbery if nothing was taken?

All right, everybody know what to do. All you got to do is do it. We planned this out very well. They are not smarter than us. Now, no mistakes. Let’s go…

Hook:
Look uh, 
We can’t be distracted by onlookers
We mastered the plan no handcuffs are gon’ hook us
You know your parts blow away anyone wan[na] jook us
Grab the cash, regroup and then we gone good uh (2x)

Verse:
This here’s a robbery 
Cooperate
We got this spot up under lock ‘n key
Try to be a hero bullets dislodge ya knee
Silent alarm’s broken off, 
You’re cut off from all help
Accept the fact that on this day these are the cards you were dealt
Mr. Security, you’re not the type to take risk
That’s why you secure a penny ante bank just like this 
But on today the stakes are high
I know your vault is holdin’ money from the corporate side
They think, just because your profile is low
That nobody would know 
You’ve triple money today than on days before
You can deny it all you want
I know you they pay you to lie
But I ask you do they pay ya ass enough to die?
I thought not
Now insert the key & ya finger into the fingerprint reader
Before I take another digit before I leave ya
Bags are packed we about to exit
Excited by this bank heist we’re no longer peasants
I put my hand on the revolving door it’s locked
Wait a minute I’m shocked 
The voltage from the door leaves my hand hot
It seems somebody knew
Somebody who 
Would divulge our inner secrets to piss off the crew
Paging # 2 time to get off the roof
Gotta regroup
Then the manager laughs and says
We’re the richest men he’s ever seen *dead*
I said there you are
You keep thinking you’re smarter
Braggadocios
But I did prior audits
I know the target
You take pride in your sin
You take money from charities, and you funnel it in 
But this money was meant
Not to line our pockets 
But to make this air noxious
We set it up in the center of the room 
We coat it in gas and we tell ‘em it’s bout’ to go boom
Bewilderment fills the room
All that confident tough talk gives way to fear
This was a best laid plan and we waited a year, yea

Hook:
Look uh, 
We can’t be distracted by onlookers
We mastered the plan no handcuffs are gon’ hook us
You know your parts blow away anyone wan[na] jook us
Grab the cash, regroup and then we gone good uh (4x)

The Bank Robbery [Prod. by Tony Mahoney]

Shouts to Venuz Beats!

I think about you like all the time, cuz of that I wrote you this rhyme. It go:

Hook:
I don't know your name so I...
I say
Baby (5x) [3x]

Verse:
Connecting to you is damn hard
Like tire changes in winter time
My hands scarred
Some would plot to be king
I'm just writing, a vanguard
But you ripped me from my pages
Now I’m writing lines to you
I imagine I fly through you 
I go cuckoo clocking yo moves
Figuring how you do the things you do,
I pray you're unaffected by this sick life
Mistaking my genuine interest for assault,
Don't look back, when you do that it detracts from ya walk
I figured ya full figure
Would attract full-fledged bull shitters 
I'm a heavyweight but light in the streets I don't pull triggers
Cuz I ain't got opps
I opted to go a different way
I figured hey,
Why not court you a little bit
Cuz you been inside of my mind, kicking it
A major feat
I rage at time sometimes
Cuz often it would make you leave
So I'm left counting the seconds until you're back in my presence
Making the current time live up to the name "present"
My arms are the bow 
You're the box
As we both open we learn for this fire love thing we were both chosen
I'm feelin your interludes
They allude to the moment you enter rooms 
Showstopper
On the arms of a hip-hopper
I got you cuz I said...

Hook:
I say
Baby (5x) [5x]

Baby [Prod. By Venuz Beats]

Hook:
There go that
There go that old feeling
When I rhyme yo every time I don't know ceilings
Ain't no limit to what I kick 
It ain't no coke dealin' 
You know when bars get dropped that I evoke rhythm 
There go that
There go that
There go that old feeling
When I rhyme yo every time I don't know ceilings
Ain't no limit to what I kick
It ain't no coke dealin'
You know when bars get dropped that I evoke rhythm 

Verse 1:
Hey yo it's fire I admit it
Two sticks rubbed together is the art in my invention 
It's hard for them to quantify the mode of opera ending
But I get it cuz canaries end all wars in attrition 
Black suited for the spades lungs stunted emissions 
Bring the smoke to a bird watch em fold when it's finished
That's just an elaborate way to say they was snitchin'
But the fact is I'm pinned to this wisdom I'm penning 
I broach every subject intent to find something was missin'
Rage given to a J.W. (Jehovah's Witnesses) visit
Cuz you gotta be to work in a minute
The words served were vicious
Every barb missed hit late were returned expletive
Yea

(Hook) 
        
Verse 2:
Where could you find me?
I’m in the middle of deciphering the cypher in my mind
Tryna kill the cynicism 
By living indifferent
But it’s distance makes it hard to feel vicious
And the venom it I need 
To take the edge off
Sometimes, I enter into mental frenzies
I keep the people at a distance don’t want ‘em to friend me
Most only empty
And all they wanna do is empty you
And if they find you can detect it they get quick to call you rude

Breakdown:
They build a case against you when they court opinions 
They want people to say you changed you’re a new organism
You move in different circles now & they don’t recognize you
The problem is they look the same so they get tone dials

Most look outward
When most problems lie within
Words have to mean something
They’re too powerful not to

(Hook)

Verse 3:
Perfected ills
Everybody’s got a style
Or a self-imposed title
Or obsessed w/ goin’ viral
I’m like an OG or a little person unlockin' they door I’m lowkey (ha)
Or I’m the middle of bass in the whole beat
Words are all I eat
The more I speak the more I starve
Most rappers criminally bad so ironically they’re worthy of bars
But they all think they a boss
They murder minds so they can’t be absolved
A pack of idiots deliver smoke
They record it all live & that’s the killin’ joke
Then they sit in a cell sayin’ somebody snitched
The crime was cheap but they paid the price for them likes & clicks
You can keep the fame and the fanfare
Understand, you talkin’ to a man here
No pronoun games
& watch how you address me
I’m from a time, where violations they get handled quick
You violated on tape
So my K-N new Kells (knuckles) they meet your face
Cuz you believed you could fly in the face of what I stand on
You should know it’s hard to throw a rock when ya hand’s gone
I wonder what a world it’d be 
If music was allowed to breathe
If every single dirtbag was denounced and then vowed to leave
Then the feeling'd come back
The soul would return to it
Money would be burned
Instead of hoarded just to burn through it
Burned whores would divorce music
& then it would be clean again..
An expression of the essence...
The best of what lives within..
Until then
I’ma keep spittin’ like it’s ’08 again 
Pen is mightier than the sword...
Yea, and there’s the end..

That Feelin' [Prod. By Zudo]

Promises, I've promises to keep...

Lyrics:

I told you I would be around (2x)…

Verse 1:

There go that, that bat in the sky
Ignoring all the women when they battin’ they eyes
Looking at my crotch
Cuz my pen flies
Enough witty wordplay
The sin dies
Thinking that, you could call on me
That tongue means that yea you call kali
Then you get in front of people say you call on God
Then He take a look at ya life and He call ya’ll frauds
Wondering….
What’s underneath
The subtleties
Delivered by these underlings
That love to fumble men
They make ‘em fall in they heart they in love again
Used to want a warm bed
Now they warm by degrees
They hair ain’t from they own head
Take out the emotion and tell me where I lied
I would if I could instead my pen cries (3x)
 

(Hook)

Verse 2:
So I walk through the fire
But, whenever I spit
It just, gets more ignition
Paying different costs, they’re all from what the gift is
Openin’ different thoughts in my brain
Vaults I dig in
Pen tries to capture ‘em all
Pages rippin’
I’m the same guy
But this time age is different
Skin w/o melanin in it ages different
See what happens when thoughts bombard?
I lost course
But I’m righted now
I did howl
Shootin’ the wings off all these knighted owls
Give me a minute I gotta find this cowl
Funny that’s the look on my face whenever I’m around
The temperament of those afflicted
Only those w/ eyes to see would know the difference

Only those with those eyes see it
Only those with those eyes believe it (2x)

Whenever You Call (Intro) [Prod. by Wil Madden]

A man lost a love and only in her absence does he find the true reason why.

Lyrics:

This empty room’s a side effect 
Of the vacancy I caused in you
Pick up the phone, it’s me baby 
I’m callin you
You don’t answer
So I try your friend,
She don’t answer either so that could only mean she helped you then 
That don’t make sense 
My assumptions are what did us in
I was offended 
And you couldn’t penetrate my defense
I’m sorry my lips,
Uttered words that were remiss
I tried to do right I dislike I did the opposite/
& now the distance between us is bigger than any continent/
The sweetest aggression is slowly accepted/
Yet no one detects it, so it crept in/ 
The subtlest of changes made what was picturesque need new arrangement/
But by the time you notice it, it's too late then/…
These modern women I try to date them
But it’s all meaningless because the fact of the matter is you ain’t them
I project, you took my heart outta my chest, 
Did it in jest
Added on to my stomach stress
Quickly I forget 
It was me that brought on regret
I broke your heart, I know that
Came home to a house and I thought it ransacked, 'til I saw your note tacked/...

Let me down easy baby let me down easy
Is your love really gone baby? (2x)

Yea
Since you feel this thing is gone
Well if it’s gone then
Then it’s gone then
Let me down

Let me down easy
Is your love really gone baby?

I remember when (2x)
Yea (3x)

When you pass by me 
Oh, when you pass by me

Say hello once in a while

When you pass by me
We promised that we 
Until the, very end
Beggin’ you (2x)
But you didn’t, but I still remember that feelin’
That feelin’

Darlin’ you gotta, let me down easy
Baby let me down easy (3x)
That feelin’…

Lovelorn [Prod. By Groove Cereal]

A reflection on better times before technology and the stressors of life harmed human relations.

Lyrics:
I think about it every now and then (2x), yea/
What we used to be (2x), yea/
It's that feelin'/
Yea, yea


Verse 1:

If I think on it more than a moment it hurts, 
We used to communicate/
Used to get together for communal skates and then/
We had a laugh, such a blast life was back then/
But when we get together now shots blast again/
If it ain't that we in beta mode from the phones we on we hit send/
And never engage in any moments we live/
That's why we drift, we only exist in spite of the gift/
I never knew it'd end up like this/

Hook:
Left your mark
In a distant past
But somehow it's all gone now
Good things can never last
You are down for the third time
And you spent your change
Memories of your prime
Make life seem so strange


Verse 2:

My mind is tortured/
Constantly absorbed w/ buildin' fortunes/
To make it on the Forbes list/
I see a bird w/o money flyin', then I realize, it's freer than me/
I'm leadin' a bunch of people into war but what they seein' in me?
Don't get to thinkin' I'm speakin' generally/
I'm talkin to those w/ 9 to 5's, crossin T's & dottin' I's, but w/o a life/
Fightin' traffic on the interstate/
Hatin' yaself secretly cuz you sealed ya fate/
So you spend ya days mad at those in the other lane/
But you had the same choice, what a shame.../
You're an ember now but formerly you were a flame/


Hook:
Left your mark
In a distant past
But somehow it's all gone now
Good things can never last
You are down for the third time
And you spent your change
Memories of your prime
Make life seem so strange

What We Used To Be [Prod. By Flamingosis]

Summer stops a man in his tracks and leads to a journey he couldn't have imagined.

Lyrics:

I met a girl named Summer/
She was rockin’ an afro puff/ 
& when she walked by, damn that ass was tough/
She had an attitude to match and she backed that up, yea/..
That pretty skin of hers was melanated/
But that type of skin don't get celebrated/
She tried to make it in places full of them pale faces/
They couldn't take it/ 
They got to fabricatin'/
Second guessin' her credentials every chance that they could/
She had to bypass that & quell her inner Inglewood/
Beating ‘em up wouldn't work out but a middle finger would/ 
I met her in a parking lot/
This ain't where you talk a lot/
You gotta be quick & sure you know just what you talkin bout/
I helped with her bags/
She was thankful for that/
She smiled at me lovin' that my chivalry was intact/
I said I was a rare breed/
She joked, called me a dog/
I laughed back but got her number ‘fore I sent her off/
A new dilemma, how much time should pass before I call?/
Searchin' the internet gettin' tidbits from know-it-alls/
I waited ‘til 8 she told me if another minute passed I'd be late/,
I used the other minute to ask her for a date/,
She told me yes, tame/
She wore a black dress/
Heels beatin' the cement causin' men distress/
But her visuals matched her added scent/
A voice like water mixed with a slight rasp/
If you look in her eyes too long, you'd need a life raft/ 
Had a good sense of humor givin' them light jabs/
I toasted her looks we drank cham[pagne] out a high glass/
And I asked, question after question to show her I was invested/ 
Fighting the urge to tell her breasts were impressive/
I picked her mind like a horologist careful when he's fixin’ time/
Then I mentioned my quest for something special/
She became skeptical, thought that I meant her body/
Oddly it was part of the journey but my dichotomy defines me/ 
I could tell that her past didn't treat her well/
she was defined by achievements/
Obsessive to a point well past reason/
And any moment of failure would leave her heated/
I didn't care about the cost of the time I spent/
Years went by, then she helped me sire my kids/
In that same span I taught her how to let ‘em go/
The opinions and dependence on a bankroll/ 

Bridge: 
The hottest summer ever felt/
But we vibe, a cool feelin’/
She’s still driven, guided by me/
This ill feelin’s uninterrupted/
Goals we crush ’em/
You know we love it/
Never the villain, even though some might like to think it/
They can’t kill it, it’s more than a trinket/
If they think they can ruin it, they rethink it
An unbeatable love thing, strongest that I’ve ever seen/
A rollercoaster ride I bring/

There’s a name for what we’re doing
I’m trying to put my finger on it
Ah! I got it
Yea

Doin, legendary shit (What we doin’)
Doin’ legendary shit (What we doin’) 
Doin’ legendary shit (We doin’)
Yea
 
Outro Hook:
Yo we doin’ legendary shit (Legendary)
Broke barriers yea we carried it (Carried it)
Came up hard, it was worth it just to get to this/ (Worth it)
Dead weight we buried it imagine if we quit/ (Can’t quit)
All of this we would've missed/

Doin' legendary shit/ (Legendary)
Broke barriers yea we carried it (Carried it)
Came up hard, it was worth it just to get to this/ (Worth it)
Dead weight we buried it imagine if we quit/ (Can’t quit)
All of this we would've missed/ (2x)

Legendary…
Doin, legendary shit (Legendary) [3x]
A rollercoaster ride I bring…
Yea let it, let it go
Yea let it, let it go
Yea
 
That time I met Summer....yea

The Song of Summer [Prod. By Vanilla]

A bright future usually follows a mind like Jimmy's. But in this case, something different happens.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I knew this dude in the hood
We’ll call him old faced Jimmy
Blind as a bat you could give him $5 he would think it’s $20
He wasn’t the broadest
Or a target
Or the hardest
But he was well regarded
A prodigy of sorts we called him brainiac
And brainiac adored academia
His father died behind throwin’ up gang signs
He said he died by bulimia 
Believe me, a
Kid is much better w/ his dad alive
His mother smothered, tragedy
Well after time
He started winning prizes for the way his mind apprised
He could solve a rubik’s cube
He’d alter every rubric’s rule
Teachers were receivers of his knowledge
And his hustle, couldn’t knock it
But soon an issue would present itself
But could he stop it?
A man’s kryptonite comes often in a fairer light
And this affair just might dim the very light that makes him bright
There she go, coming onto him in just the way he likes
What’s a man to do when he was never liked?

Verse 2:
But he was only a true playa
When he was on a console
A kind soul
That broke firewalls without a consult
The streets knew it
So did banks
But the banks want his intrusion
To test the system they have in place
While his “girl’s” colluding
Attention she gives him it kills his guard
Alters constitution
He starts to feel himself
Caution’s gone he’s no longer prudent
They took him off the street
Know them wolves yo they gotta eat
The plan was to have him attack
The bank he was an employee at
Have him pull pennies from many accounts
Then reroute them pennies into one account
Surrounded by water the kind of city
Where the climate wasn’t gritty
Where all the air was clean,
Brokenhearted he saw his “girl” she was part of the team
She got with him for his mind 
Funny that’s all he wanted
Now it got him wanted
Up the river is where he’s goin
Combine his name w/ my name you get why his life was jimmy rigged
That was end of Jimmy, yea

Jimmy [Prod. By Phil Tyler]

This beat reminds me of the music that played in Salvatore's mansion in Grand Theft Auto 3. I always loved that music. On this one, I imagine Hip-Hop as a beautiful woman who has had her time wasted by lesser men. I arrive to show her the full expression of what she could be when treated right.

Lyrics:

I recently checked a song tag and I-I got mad. Because it was tagged #hiphop 
Clearly it was not. I’m gonna show you hip-hop.

Hook:
These frauds they call it hip-hop
Lies, besides
I’ma show you that it’s not 
Hip-Hop (3x)
These frauds callin’ it hip-hop
Lies, besides
I’ma show you that it’s not (1x)

Verse 1:
Invested in this story
So it won’t short it
Feel like I’m caught in the past when I catcall her shawty
I had my pick of the litter
But I knew when I saw her I’d never forget her
She reminded me of rain
Nearer
I stepped
She was a fisher of men
Cuz I bated my breath
The flyest woman I ever met she was an angel adept
At pulling the best outta ruined situations
And turnin’ a local talent into a mover of nations
I fell for her hard… (hard like) like monsoons do
She would often ask me why did I choose you?
Easy answer, you the pretty lady w/ all the moves
And I pen the soundtrack to your immaculate groove
Whoo

Hook:
These frauds they call it hip-hop
Lies, besides
I’ma show you that it’s not 
Hip-Hop (4x)

Verse 2:
They say they love you
They don’t really love you
They just send you to sin
While I know every sinew of you
It’s criminal how they act
In groups they get the RICO charge
Thinkin’ they could slide through the cracks
Feelin’ they Rico Suave
I keep my nose clean
I will out will but I’m without agendas
Can’t be bought
Don’t try it I will injure
Anything esoteric
That’s inherently flawed
The fullest expression is nothing without… God

There’s more to life than money, guns, sex and drugs. There’s more to life - much more.

Hook:
These frauds they call it hip-hop
Lies, besides
I’ma show you that it’s not 
Hip-Hop (4x)

They Call It Hip-Hop [Prod. By Phil Tyler]

An artist seeks to find inspiration for his next piece. Instead what he finds makes him realize that nothing he could ever create, no matter how beautiful could ever compare to her.

Lyrics:

Verse 1: 

Pardon me darlin' I don't have smooth lines 
To capture ya beauty by compliment I couldn't if I tried
And if it's roses that you walk by the petals would quiver
That walk in summer makes this man shiver
On a river you keep me floatin'
My heartbeat pounds make the river feel like an ocean
I took a trip to Paris I hoped that it would inspire me
But silently, I felt like a fool 
It's ugly all around me when in the louvre 
Sub-par artists can't hold a candle to a pic of you
And (blown out candle sound)
All you do is put out flames
They approach you w no regard when they throw out names
Like titles would grant 'em access to beautiful courts
A buncha jesters lacking in all rhythm n force
My nose is tuned to your scent, a glutton for it I gorge
You heard every piteous attempt from men to get you
But you haven't heard the best from a man that gets you

 

Verse 2: 

Spirits are kindred
I want you bad baby don't want you gettin wind of it
I could be an artist 
Painting ya silky figure I stare too hard at  
Would you think I was weak if I confess my feelings for you?
Reason I ask I heard that shit destroys you
And if it don't do that then worse case it would annoy you
I know I'm a man but I'm thinkin' the way that boys do 
Second guessin' my fortune 
Thinkin' you're better than me doubtin' my pedigree 
I'm high caliber
Other men shoot lines from guns w/ no serial numbers the dummies defile 'em

Yea

Silver tongue...

Silver Tongue [Prod. by Moods]

Some beauty is so arresting that everything stops so you can stay around it for as long as possible. This song is one of those moments, captured.

Lyrics:

If you would ever wonder why, why I rap urgent.
I saw you across the sky I did.
And that’s why.
Me without a plane and you, up in the air so high.
But I’ma get to you I swear.
I swear…

Verse 1:
I kick it urgent 
Cuz you’re picture perfect
"Beautiful" ain’t the word
You make beauty seem so imperfect
It twists its ankle as you run laps around it smooth
I can’t swim but I’d dive into every ounce of you
I’m not a globetrotter
My passport don’t have a stamp in it
But damn it
I can give you everything you never had
If you can admit it
Not the length of me but the fact that I’m a man driven
Before I approached you I knew it’d be no adlibbing 
Your walk is a story historic every step taken
Is a visual escapade that leaves my head shakin’
Courtship is what you make it 
And I fear that my dear that we’re in the 4th quarter
The clock is running down, you should know I’m a scorer
Funny you should inspire this kinda music
You’re the reason why I do this
Our minds thrive together yo we’re congruent
I’m a man that wants you for you and you’re not used to it

Verse 2:
You’re a living love letter the greatest ever written
Pageant level beauty others see you need convincin’
A masterpiece when animated,
The manuscript of your life I wouldn’t dare paginate it
To give a number undercuts the infinite of you
A star I see in the day
When night arrives, you leave the moon dismayed
I wonder if you know the beauty you hold
Is undiscovered like a treasure trove I can’t let go…

You remind me of this sound…
And you remind of this sound, this sound…
You remind me, you remind me…

Your love is undefeated, you know I need it.
Yea…

Urgent Beauty [Prod. By Flamingosis]

Something about the night brings out the best of her...

Lyrics:

Hook:
& you get sweet in the nighttime/
Others try, but they style ain’t like mine/
I’m often on ya mind/
You were gold I mined/
I dig it (5x) [2x]

You know I do...
Darlin'
Yea
Whoo...
 
Verse 1:
Quiet thoughts of you enter easy/
But then they keep me/,
In this cycle of bliss that I don’t want to leave me/
My mind goes into better times so it keeps me dreamy/
The soundtrack of your voice it did quiet the screaming/
But just as quick as it entered it leaves/
Like the hit given to fiends/
My orations about you shame Pericles/
Fulfillin’ every whatever need/
You love to burst bubbles but let me dream/
 
Hook:
& you get sweet in the nighttime/
Others try, but they style ain’t like mine/
I’m often on ya mind/
You were gold I mined/
I dig it (5x) [2x]
  
Verse 2:
Rhythm, deep rhythm achieved/
We got the kinda thing that most people they never do see/,
I take that back it’s on movie screens and in magazines/
Cherishin’ it, keepin’ it close.. though I was scared of it/
Feeling the fairer vent of ya breath against my lips/
My little bites bring those big nipples of yours to life/
Then I ignite another side of you you thought you left behind/
That side of you I make it mine/
Traveling your spine, I make your legs weak
Until you think I might leave
Then they hold me with the strength of a younger you
A dose of each other holds us over for a month or two
But then, more’s needed
That word “Everything”, we call we it
Buildin’ up a story w/ every line of your hair
It was hard to get you but best believe I came prepared
I saw you for the first time and all I did was care
We need it
Darlin’ believe it…
   
Hook:
& you get sweet in the nighttime/
Others try, but they style ain’t like mine/
I’m often on ya mind/
You were gold I mined/
I dig it (5x) [2x]

Verse 3: 
Yo darlin’ you are my sweet/
Passionate secret life & I’d love it if you would keep/
Every note I gave to you & I wrote ‘em on loose-leaf/
Every time you walk by you don’t know what you do to me/
We got a private room, & that room has been roped off/
Phones on airplane ain’t takin’ no calls/
We just broke a headboard, they act like we broke laws/
Fallin’ in your skin, impressed it was so soft/ 
I speak your body's language long-winded our discourse/
Walls seem paper thin others can hear all this force/
We give each other the best of one another/
When we’re locked there’s no comparison to other lovers/
Them on our bodies isn’t the way that we use the covers/
Instead they're on the floor of what we both discovered
 
When gone I think of you
& here it is, I’m missing you
And again…/
 
Hook:
& you get sweet in the nighttime/
Others try, but they style ain’t like mine/
I’m often on ya mind/
You were gold I mined/
I dig it (5x) [2x]

Sweet In The Nighttime [Prod. By B.B.Z. Darney]

Love is a collective of two souls from different walks of life coming together. In that merger comes nuances, subtleties, happiness, sadness, reality and in the end — completion. There are many entendres in this to mimic the many meanings love embodies. 

Replace the world "Purple" with "Love"


Lyrics:

Purple, where are you? (Variation)

Verse:
I sit here lookin’ to find my purple (purple)
I hesitate cuz if I tell you this it would have to hurt you (hurt you)
This chapter hurts cuz every page turn gives paper cuts (cuts)
I’m runnin late but if I’m stopped I can’t explain for what (what)
Years went by I thought you healed but you got scar tissue (scar tissue)
So when I tell you how I feel you bring the past back to counter issues I present you (damn)
Now there’s an albatross (hooh)
We can’t hear each other, that just leads to hours lost (lost)
Tension thicker than the fog found on the Grand Banks (I can’t see)
Two broken hearts 
One home
But filled with damn tanks (sigh)
Because we shoot and we shoot
This war of ours seems to have no end (damn it)
Rigid on both sides, we have no bend (sigh)
I think ideally, we could talk
Until we try and it devolves until you cry
You think I'm mean cuz I don't cry
But you can't see inside my heart weeps
I'm bending under pressure but I keep it to myself (yea)
Can't put that on you cuz deep down I don't think you would use it well (nah)
And who can tell what the future holds? (who?)
As I hold onto you
Your eyes say remain but your actions say you don't want me to (sigh)
Now I'm confused
In a maze meant, we lost that wow feelin'
The earth spins and I wonder, what we’ll endow our children? (what?)
It’s a cold world and I’m fightin’ off stoicism (yea)
It’s easy to reach sympathy when people think you’re the only victim (yea)
I get harder, to fight the tears that tighten my eyes cuz of the pressure (hooh)
I feel sick at times cuz my tissue’s disconnected (damn)


Outro:
Lookin to find my purple
You’re disguised
But real surprised because I discern you
But this time I would urge you 
Not to think me an enemy
You inspire me you’re my universe that’s why I versed you

Purple (7x)

Purple [Prod. By J. Dilla]

Noise is everywhere. Much of the noise is about nothing at all, just people talking for the sake of it. One man says what rails against the din to lie before liars the truth.

Lyrics:

Hook:
Left for dead, broken body but the heart beats (heart beats)
Trash is everywhere
A cluttered mind will cost you on these hard streets (hard streets)
It’s by design
You don’t see the signs? (signs)
Pardon me
Left for dead, broken body but the heart beats

Verse 1:
For years I’ve held it in 
And watched men lose what made ‘em men
And forget to love the era that they were made within
And women had class, no university
Au naturale
But they fake now, bodies ruined by surgery	
Famous but broken so it’s workin’ perfectly
They got a whole team
Committed to a hoe’s dream
They get anything they want just to fill they own needs
And meanwhile an empty child longs
For a mother lackin’ natural affection
Bring the issue to her she’s a natural at deflection
They do it for the ‘gram
They do it for the bag
Nobody’s real in they life 
Nobody tells them the truth
The only thing a fan can give you is loot

Hook:
Left for dead, broken body but the heart beats (heart beats)
Trash is everywhere
A cluttered mind will cost you on these hard streets (hard streets)
It’s by design
You don’t see the signs? (signs)
Pardon me
Left for dead, broken body but the heart beats (3x)


Verse 2: 
I see the way they police in the future
What I’m ‘bout to say is not a legend or urban rumor
What courses inside of bodies gives ‘em the perfect tumor
Experiments socially accepted 
For currency that’s dead, use a card cuz cash’ll get you flagged sooner
Show solidarity in every step
Or you’ll get locked out for not bein’ in lockstep
If I’m not the John Wick of rap
Then I’m Nat Turner
This time I Need A
Little more conviction 
But even then the majority of listeners who hear these rhymes
Leave listless, more lost than last time
So I’m gonna
Arrest the ears of those who hear the thoughts that I’m formin’
Constructed ‘em beautifully that’s what my bars warrant


Hook:
Left for dead, broken body but the heart beats (heart beats)
Trash is everywhere
A cluttered mind will cost you on these hard streets (hard streets)
It’s by design
You don’t see the signs? (signs)
Pardon me
Left for dead, broken body but the heart beats (3x)

Rail [Prod. By Zudo]

Name your price in the beginning. If it ever gets more expensive than the price you name, get out of there.

Lyrics:

Hook:
Yo they, hey yo they do it for a check (check)
But when I started rhyming my goal was to get respect (respect)
You can never buy me because I despise debt (debt)
To compromise, to me is synonymous with death (never compromise, never) [2x]

Verse 1:
What you live for?
To be in the employ of big bill folds
To lose your honor thinkin’ it still shows?
Silly you
You specialize in pyrrhic victories (yea)
In every appearance you look the part of lost victory’s defeated you (yea)
You lost the dog (panting)
This is the price of drooling over money but did you remember you should count the cost? (remember)
WHERE ARE YOU? (where)
People from your past wonder (wonder)
You call ‘em haters to discredit judgement that you’re under (under)
You’re overwatched by devil’s underlings (underlings)
Success is underpinned (underpinned)
You let nothin’ get in under your skin (skin)
Eyes lookin’ baggy (baggy)
Your heart’s grown colder (colder)
People from ya neighborhood interviewed don’t know you (know you)
Far removed from things that made you, you (you)
In rarefied air (air)
Your team won’t ever tell you that you err (err)
Now you think that you’re invincible (invincible)
Until the returns given from music, they become miniscule (miniscule)
 
Hook:
Yo they, hey yo they do it for a check (check)
But when I started rhyming my goal was to get respect (respect)
You can never buy me because I despise debt (debt)
To compromise, to me is synonymous with death (never compromise, never) [2x]

Verse 2:
I’m sorry money turned you into this 
A vacant eyed demon 
In the quest for life you deem a prize frequent
Smile belies evil
Vile you defile people
Privacy’s denied
Your bars are garbage so they’re all med(mid)ieval 
I fight against these principalities
It’s evident
I mean it for your betterment
But all you do is sever it
You follow all the trends, but you go the way of Serevent
Money monopoly 
Doppelgangers they dumb presidents
They’re all indebted,
Oath keepers can’t end edits
Oath breakers that talk, you know they end deaded 
But does it matter?
People keep linin’ up
Vain 
Knowledge of gnosis
Strange
But it guides ‘em to fame
The destination’s never as good as the road to it
You’d rather live a lie than let truth get hold to it
Yeah
You’d rather live a lie than let truth get ahold to it


Hook:
Yo they, hey yo they do it for a check (check)
But when I started rhyming my goal was to get respect (respect)
You can never buy me because I despise debt (debt)
To compromise, to me is synonymous with death (never compromise, never) [2x]

Debt [Prod. By Martius Ali]

Hip-Hop is a busy genre, hectic some might say.

Lyrics:

Hip-Hop lives, yea


Hook:
It’s gettin’ kinda hectic
The bars given they come from thoughts that I connected
Every time out 
You know what I’m ‘bout
Don’t deny my efforts
It’s gettin
What is it it’s getting kinda hectic (2x)  

Verse 1:
I get excited when it comes to rap (rap)
Like a woman that uses that wrap to hide her fat
Suck it in 
But listening to these suckers it’ll get you suckered in (in)
To a life they pretending they live 
Got you gung ho 
But under the fire you kindled you don’t make ya gun go 
Sellin’ ‘caine, you get the backend they make you front loads (ugh)
A tape of secrets
Fans ignore cuz ya taper’s decent (sigh)
Black males get blackmailed, they made it easy

Hook:
It’s gettin’ kinda hectic
The bars given they come from thoughts that I connected
Every time out 
You know what I’m ‘bout
Don’t deny my efforts
It’s gettin
What is it it’s getting kinda hectic (2x)  

Verse 2:
They try to be dope
But dope is difficult
They follow waves and when they switch 
They go against the grain 
But it’s clear they’re from a different coast
So it’s obvious that they’re a fraud
The little act failed state side
They take it abroad

I’m looking for it (2x)
That old feelin’ (4x)

Hook:
It’s getting, what?
It’s gettin’ kinda hectic
The bars given they come from thoughts that I connected
Every time out 
You know what I’m ‘bout
Don’t deny my efforts
It’s gettin
What is it it’s getting kinda hectic (2x)

Hectic [Prod. By KADV]

Some things are better left buried, others should never be. I hope you can hear the message hidden inside these lyrics.

Lyrics:

Hook:
Berries are sweet
But encased in poison that kills you 
And underneath’s 
A monster that tries to hide
But your digging did give him sunlight
You gon’ see (2x)


Verse 1:
There in it lies
The truth they defy
It goes easily
They can lie but they know there’s no beatin’ me
You can’t conquer the man that adds vice to pressure
My advice is a kind gesture,
Before I take the sledgehammer and bang it on the floor,
This is the consequence of warnings you ignored
I wanted a quiet life
You brought your sound indoors
But none of this shit I endorsed
You’re in deep now
The dorsal fins
Indicate multiple ends
I hate this side of me uh
Spare me ya mea culpas
I’m here to clip the wings off the vultures
Think they can sit by death and it’ll never visit
I begged you stop, but you didn’t


Verse 2:
I choke roses
To feel the thorns
Cuz the only thing I feel is pain
Happiness an idea
Surmised by people strange 
That don’t feel the hunger comin’ from underbellies
Crime syndicates they in sync
I used to run w/ ‘em
Jobs they gave me were discreet,
Execs dyin’ from natural causes that were caused by me
I falsified deposits
Like archeologists with the dinosaurs
A.I. or aliens, you pick the war
What you respond to the most
Gets aggravated by the actuated algorithm
It tastes sweet but all it is caramelized venom
The father of lies in full effect,
Don’t let those lies be your death…

Outro:
Noise and lies everywhere
Misinformation’s pretty w/ soft hair
The agents of truth get their details leaked
The authors of lies, well paid for ways they deceive
Noise and lies everywhere (2x)
The agents of truth get their details leaked

Hook:
Berries are sweet
But encased in poison that kills you 
And underneath’s 
A monster that tries to hide
But your digging did give him sunlight
You gon’ see (2x)

Bury [Prod. By Tony Mahoney]

The greatest thing we have resides between our ears. Amazing beat https://soundcloud.com/beatstronger1997!

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Popped a beat in the tape deck
No beef in my war zone, this day it ain’t that
We decided, we should call it a truce
Cuz when we’re both divided, all of us lose
The money we funnel we stop funneling to foil 
The plans of people that keep digging up dirt
They love the fact that we fill it
Prisons give me that factory feelin
They trap us in their games from the beginning
We think that it’s chess but it really isn’t
They checker our past with faulty education
Ruined books given from book makers
They bet that we fail
Rig the game
Then they laugh when we do 
More are on the conveyer belt, the factory moves
Yea, yea…


Hook:
Where ya knowledge at? 
Oh, it headed south
Just like the guillotine coming down
Your head’s about
Grounded thoughts
Eyeballs amongst weeds
When animated nothing changed you did the same thing (2x)


Verse 2:
Higher learning
But that learning you get
Leads you to living inaction
I become the pump action
Reminding you of a defunct faction
Hey yo it’s fuck fashion
Full of hooves
And troglodytes
Cave dwellers
Aren’t qualified to ever dress us
Proof of this is they put us in dresses 
And call those addresses our projects

A “project” is meant to achieve a particular aim, the question is, what they shootin at? What they shootin’ at?


Hook:
Where ya knowledge at? 
Oh, it headed south
Just like the guillotine coming down
Your head’s about
Grounded thoughts
Eyeballs amongst weeds
When animated nothing changed you did the same thing...

Knowledge [Prod. By Beatstronger]

A man working in IT discovers his governmental agency of employment is engaged in insider trading. He decides to become a whistleblower, so long as they don’t take his breath away. Thank you for making this crazy beat https://soundcloud.com/groovecru!

Verse 1:
I figured this day would be easy (easy)
Nobody’d believe me if I told ‘em what I saw (saw)
I’m a chainsaw (saw)
With the speed I logged off (off)
Just after I leave, I get a text for an important meeting (meeting)
“He’s an idiot”, they’re confusing this antecedent (antecedent)
I wish I didn’t see it
Proof my company is trading on the inside 
Another text says, “If you talk, you die” (die)
I try to screenshot it, but they lock me out the phone
Talmbout (Talking about) they patriots
They’ll pay for this 
I’m sure you know she’s…

Hook:
Gorgeous on the outside, inside ugly (gorgeous, ugly)
Legs welcome every visitor (visitor)
Give me your tired, come (tired, come)
Give me your riot, come (riot, come)
You thought that lie was the truth? 
Here go another one, here go another one (2x)

Verse 2: 
Uneventful
‘til your digital print it betrays you
Silly simpletons like you they love to tell the truth
Until the truth envelops you in files in a dossier
Now you in another country sayin’ no hablo ingles
But this time your face betrays the fact you’re an American
Worst part is you’re a traitor
Whistleblowing “innovator”
You think a little thing like extradition would present a hindrance to our power
Or out it sorry, are you kidding?
Oh, I get it you saw it played out by actors in a film and went with it
You forget to us they submit every script	
Nothing goes out in Hollywood unless there’s a yes on it
We’re big, important,
But what are you?
A little idiot
Who thought the “IT” in his name made him big time
You’ve been recalibrated
‘cause you’re recalcitrant
This is what happens when you let your mouth slip
To the world that our glow is meant to hide the fact that she’s…

Hook:
Gorgeous on the outside, inside ugly (gorgeous, ugly)
Legs welcome every visitor (visitor)
Give me your tired, come (tired, come)
Give me your riot, come (riot, come)
You thought that lie was the truth? 
Here go another one, here go another one (2x)

Verse 3:
I’m deliberate in my purpose
Like jurors deliberating for a sentence that’s perfect
To fit the crime started 
This engine engineered injunctions injuring years
Monopolized lives
Then cleared the board, reengineered 
If lamens learn the game they change the rules
I interfered
I broke every rule given
A given they giving fear
Reporter stuck her neck out,
Beguiled 
Source said he was me
Ear to ear cut her throat, called the police
Now I’m a wanted man 
Espionage 
On all the programs
They tell the world I’m a threat to the interests of “her”
I know too much to be free
But not enough to break their love of her
Every message I send is intercepted
Can’t risk another missive
In this life I can’t bring her to her knees
They’re all deceived by her “regality”
In reality, a dirty whore, an ignorer of pleas,
but everyone goes on, thinking that she’s…

Hook:
Gorgeous on the outside, inside ugly (gorgeous, ugly)
Legs welcome every visitor (visitor)
Give me your tired, come (tired, come)
Give me your riot, come (riot, come)
You thought that lie was the truth? 
Here go another one, here go another one (2x)

Whistleblower…

Whistleblower [Prod. By GrooveCru]

Something strange enters temples worldwide and destroys them slowly over time.

Lyrics:

Hook:
Ready to explode on the inside (inside)
Critical markers
Street pharma
Big fines (big fines)
Ready to explode on the inside (inside)
Bought food
Dark moods
You’re his kind
Ready to explode on the inside (inside)
The inside
Yea, the inside…
Hoo hoo hoo 

Verse 1: 
I’m immune to the cold (immune to it)
Others get frostbitten (bitten)
DNA innate and ahead of the curve
You fought with ‘em (with ‘em)
‘til that fight started to cost
All the people you thought would hold you down
Dropped you quick (quick)
Family on blood thinners
Layers of betrayal is thick
Job calls it mandatory
You resist (resist)
Get dismissed (dismissed)
Now it leaves you asking this…


Verse 2:
You say
“I feel a change in me
Genetic altering talks to me (talks to me)
But I comply more and more every time
New targets often defined
Whoever is entered in crosshairs
Should bare arms and take the shot.” (shot)
Individualism is superseded 
By news briefings
And crude teachings
From demons
That specialize in recombination
They leave you..

Hook:
Ready to explode on the inside (inside)
Critical markers
Street pharma
Big fines (big fines)
Ready to explode on the inside (inside)
Bought food
Dark moods
You’re his kind
Ready to explode on the inside (inside)
The inside 
Yea, the inside…

New Clay Ick [Prod. By Mike Flips]

Threats get dealt with in different ways. Some threats are more than controllers bargained for. https://soundcloud.com/raminbeatz you did amazing with this one!

Lyrics:
Hook:
Threat (Variation)

Verse 1:
The pen started off mighty
Got mightier
They hated
The fire inside got instigated
They thought they could take it with negative words
Emitted as they laughed
Back then I gave a damn confidence I was short of
But I turn laughs into horror
I don’t pledge allegiance
Or pledge skin to demons
Initiates take vows to keep the rest down
The higher they ascend the more debased they get
I knew the battle was uphill
The stronger my will
The weaker market appeal
The men shake blocks with bullets
The women shakin’ they ass
And here the threat stands,
Rattling off thoughts he’s shakin’ his head, damn…

Hook:
Threat (Variation)
Who the threat? (Variation)

Verse 2:
People like building
Brick by brick
Balderdash is a hairline crack
That kills like this
A little wind a little swaying
Makes you question it
So you add things you think would add effectiveness
Silly women they stare at the moon
Lookin’ lunar
But lunacy’s
A lucrative enterprise indubitably the wolves feed
On a bunch of jezebel’s challenging men every chance they get
Ironic the strong man spirit’s inside of them
They dress prettier
But their eyes cut
They dying on operating tables lookin for high butts
A die cut
dionysus likes the way they wind (wined) up
Doin’ all this to get a “man” but they ain’t seen a man yet
Yea…

Verse 3:
And these lil boys call it they hood
Call it they block
Say they wish a n**** would
But they pay rent
Funny they configure funds
For those who like they life done
Sun goes down out sunglasses when night comes
A big fish on “your block”
Yet you drown in the world
Shooting at “opps” with opps that are similar
Cemetery visits
Police conditions
The world keeps spinnin…
Yea..

Outro:
It’ll be fine
Let’s find this threat
Before they wake
He keeps kicking what we advise against
Ain’t no time for this
They’re gonna find all that we hide from them

Where’s the threat? (Variation)

THREAT [Prod. By raminbeatz]

Amazing job on this beat https://soundcloud.com/mmmmaaaaaddddyyyyyyyyy!

There’s certain things I’d like to tell you. But much of it I can’t. ‘Cause to tell you it would, break your mind. And I don’t wanna do that. But I’ll do my best to, fill you in. Yea…

Hook:
Like a figure I draw inside I (inside I) 
Fill you in
For the money and the fame and success could I pretend
not to, know what I know and then do it again?
Could I, would I, should I fill you in? 
For the money and the fame and success could I pretend
not to, know what I know and then do it again?
Could I, would I, should I, fill you in? 

Verse 1:
50 million merits
Captured it best
His victory speech was incandescent 
But then it turned to despondence
Cuz of the feedback they loved to lack options 
Funny
Can’t be God’s child
When they’re the devil’s understudy
Pushing agendas until dementia
It grips their mind
Causes ticks
Leave ‘em in the dark
And here’s the awfulness 
Demons tease ‘em
They beat ‘em
And now they see the cost of this
0 days w/o an accident as hell starts again 

Hook:
Fillin you in know that there’s a cost to it
I’m in opposition to a beast that wants you all ruined
Steal, kill and then destroy
Murderous his envoys
Perfect discipline expressed when you can count it all joy


Verse 2:
For most of ‘em it’s over,
Got the poison coursing through they veins
Multiple instances of it get added to ‘em 
Folders
Created for resistors and those who speak explicit
Get infiltrated by “supporters”,
Reporters of their moves implicit
They’re the ones taking pictures at each event
Callin it a monument
But they knew more than they let on 
Leading to your denouement
My prowess 
Comes from hours
Of prowling secrets unshrouded
These violent vile crooks’ private islands
Filled up w/ childish trinkets
Adrenochrome is in the chalice they drinking from
People like me they call ‘em truculent
Cuz we defy
And spot things with an eagle’s eye
Ill, annoyed and we aren’t shy…

Outro:
The rest of the world goes on blind and deaf…
But we can see (see) and we can hear (hear)…

He that hath an ear, let him hear (let him hear)…
He that hath an ear, let him hear (let him hear)…

I told you I’d, fill you in (fill you in)…
I told you I’d (I told you I’d), fill you in, fill you in (fill you in)…

Fill you in (4x)
Yea…

Fill You In [Prod. By =M=A=D=Y=]

A land developer encounters a tenant who is much more than he ever expected.

Hook:
We movin' you out
We movin' in
You refused the given bid, so get
All your possessions mean shit
You can protest but in the end,
You'll be on the side of the road begging for ends (2x)

Verse 1:
A new development,
Papers signed with many pens
Only hitch is connecting with this occupant
A sweet old lady
A dish soap baby
That don't use dishwashers,
Her neighbors don't mention her name
The kids they tried to stop us
We laughed it off we gotta,
Get her agreement,
Presented her the papers she said, "This agreement?"
Dimentia is settin' in
But my lawyer will get her loyalty
Applying pressure with incentive exorbitant fees
Then she said...

DON'T MAKE ME HAVE TO CALL YOUR NAME OUT

Verse 2:
Call my name?
I thought it was strange
My phone rang
Connection on the other side said
My lawyer's dead
A car accident crushed his head
Then I learned the foreman for the project died at 48
They suspect it was murder
Used to that when it comes to this but this one it concerned 'em,
The body looked mummified
It ain't look like a person
Neither did she as she said...

MY GUNSHOTS WILL MAKE YOU LEVITATE

Verse 3:
Her shots don't come from a gun, they're the ones that made Elijah run
A client's son approached us
Told us the lady's story
He said her father raped her
She didn't have the power to stop him
She sought another option
Brought his picture to witches
They started a chant
Then his lights went off upstairs
His wife thought it a power outage
'Til the window was an outing for her husband
Like DeNiro in Heat we got an out but now I don't trust it...

Descent Pt. 1 - The Occupant [Prod. By SCHEMATIX]

The assault on the crooked land developer continues, but on a new level. You know what they say about new levels...

Lyrics:

A vendetta...

Hook:
A vendetta kindled
By a thought quiet swindle,
Took a swing for the fences
Thought windfalls deceive tenants
But she's different
Bred for evil she gets even if it's,
At her own expenses (2x)

Verse 1:
Shadows follow in the day
The night leaves me terrified,
In seedy hotels I reside
My orders get paid for in cash
I stole foreign cash
And that started this,
The downfall of my enterprise
I sought help from city hall
Where I pressed palmed with lobbyists
But now they just show me where the lobby is
These halls of power leave me in the dark
But it's my contract it's standing on
All of 'em lost spinal cords
They heard the phrase...

DON'T MAKE ME HAVE TO CALL YOUR NAME OUT

Verse 2:
She's here too
A congressman flew off the coliseum roof
Through those doors I flew I got in my car but I was pursued by a dark figure that glided while it barely moved
I got the 9 with me
Decided I would fire swiftly
If I'm gonna die it's gonna expire while it tries to get me
Bullets entered center mass
They tickled,
A giggle, the only thing the figure did was laugh...

MY GUNSHOTS WILL MAKE YOU LEVITATE

Verse 3:
Return fire
Ducking I'm driving curbside
Disposition sunny
As I'm running my hurt eyes
Miss the people in front of me
I just feel these bumps up under me
I hear this sick laugh the soundtrack to the people I'm murdering
Then I come to
In a parking spot,
Alone with the engine on
The attendant's bewildered
His fingerprints on my pretty car
I'm a sitting duck a l'orange as I'm peeling off... 
I realize something is really wrong...

Descent Pt. 2 - The Vendetta [Prod. By SCHEMATIX]

"...the last state of that man is worse than the first."

Lyrics:

Hook:
What did you do? Why’d you do it? 
Where you going? You know you’re ruined.
You ain’t ready for what I’m brewing.
Callin out for help you losing (help me).
Your grip on what’s real, influenced.
Usually it’s business but this here mind? 
I Doctor Doom it... (2x)

Verse 1:
The delusions from earlier, worsening
Now I’m on the verge of me 
And on the verge of the thing that’s tearing me perfectly
My, mind is turned into ribbons
I would forget it
But it keeps packaging the end of the evictions I delivered
So I, 
Try to run from it
But they keep on coming
I’m in some traffic 
On an interstate that’s dilapidated
Actually driving backwards
The apparition is the catalyst
In converting my dissonance into exhaustion

DON’T MAKE ME HAVE TO CALL YOUR NAME OUT

Verse 2:
Leave me alone
Across the street cops invading my home
Poring over the documents that I used to get over on poor victims
And give the spoils to the richest
I used to cut deals with each and every one of ‘em
Money I funneled ‘em
They turned their backs on me when I was never one to front on them
A cop on the side enters my car
Struggle ensues pulls his gun and says…

MY GUNSHOTS WILL MAKE YOU LEVITATE

Verse 3:
There go that, that, fi-fickle madness
Adren- adrenal gland is
(incoherent)
I hear ‘em laughing
They’re all against me
That’s why my room’s empty
Daily they deign to sedate me
My nose itches
Can’t reach it
Rage at a fever pitch it’s, 
A developer’s end
Who unknowingly dealt with a devil
So I kick…
And I’m left alone to scream in a room like this…

Descent Pt. 3 - All White Kicks (The Conclusion) [Prod. By SCHEMATIX]

Sit back, relax and listen to the message. Love this beat https://soundcloud.com/maoenbeats!

Lyrics:

I don’t know about pyrex
But I know of drugs in liquid form
It’s alcohol but it isn’t astringent
Though it made a boy stringent
Look at these thieves sneak dissing
Droppin it subtle
What populates their mouths an ostensible muscle
And they use it to ruin minds
Their rituals, druid kind
on the other side  I’m kickin’ you facts I’m true in rhyme
But I get lost in the minutiae 
Of machines and favortism
Pelvises at 90 degrees is their favorite position

You see, whispering willows weep
They do to unseemly things to women and children
Such sick lessons their pillows teach
A pantomime delivers panda eyes
The padded control room is punishment for getting out of line
I never thought in my time
I’d see filmed murders acquitted
All of it’s strange
They all hide things
But under these auspices
Ya’ll all suspicious
Until next time ya’ll all get it…

Listen [Prod. By maoen]

A global nobody. A forgotten local. A nondescript person occupying space briefly. These descriptors make him perfect for his line of work - as a hitman. His targets are those who dare challenge a system they would collapse if what they knew ever got out. It's his job to make sure it never does - and he's paid handsomely for it. 

Wonderful beat https://on.soundcloud.com/grfp5! 

Lyrics:

Hook:
He's the hitter of hitters
The killer of killers
Forgetter of getters
That warfare lifestyle he lights the embers you'd do right to remember, Mr. Bone...

Verse:
Extraterrestrial talk
Not interesting when you know what's on hieroglyph walls
But this talk led to singing them cliff notes
High pitch squeals
He denied them deals
They placed a call to Mr. Bone
To quiet his spiel
He's not fulfilled until your blood's spilled
You're committed 'til he adjust wills (wheels)
Your progeny's revealed
Blood drains your face feels
Colder than the shoulder of an ex lover,
Your X-Files you thought were all lost are all discovered
Another usurper
Gets put in perfect position
For ruin
They told you not to speak
But you kept using
Your mouth
You're unusually confident given your graveyard
Day to day it go by fatal
The coquettish relish the chase
Now you're in a pickle this fickle vein
Annoys Mr. Bone
But he's driven to find it, poised
Poison liquifies your stomach lining
Your honesty has your body lying... 

Hook:
He's the hitter of hitters
The killer of killers
Forgetter of getters
That warfare lifestyle he lights the embers you'd do right to remember, Mr. Bone...

Mr. Bone [Prod. By maoen]

Some records need no description. This is one of those.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Yea…

War on all sides
I grip this weapon of mine
Triggered so I deliver bullets in form of rigor
But there’s more to this story
And if I act they’ll reward me
w/ time
Cuz I took the time
To end somebody’s clock
I rhyme
More forceful
I’m a Cane Corso
Dogged in my pursuit of these ruthless fruits
Pull out these weeds by the root
Treat ‘em to chainsaws
Give me a moment I’ll let you know who my aim’s on a-


Verse 2:

I’m angry
As a child I knew it was vile
Grown men with ill intent
Befriending a child
I hated it
Hearin’ stories of kids turned out
My language was colorful
And look at us now
Butcherin’ rainbows
And sellin’ our children to demons
Acceptance is a definite death to reason
The glue to humans they’re removin’ we’re losin’ cohesion
He’s in control
But they’re in a cord
Knotted by prophecy or
They were destined to wreck it of course
So I, speak it and force
You to choose a side
You cowards ain’t on my
Level of rhyme
Or discipline
The pressure it’s applyin’
Crushes your faith in a world that’s dyin’
Most of you fettucine you fed her lines
Just to get near her kids
Just to ruin their lives
Just to give ‘em skid
Just to give ‘em a schism
Blind ‘em w/ audible prisms
I’m a hitman and I got an order to hit ‘em
Hitman

Verse 3:

Most are elite in legalese
Depraved they live shaky they charge fees
Secretaries get dark knees
Under benches jaws get unhinged
Laws bend
To their will and whim
Who’s the real killer?
The killer’s him
The one sittin’ up there on ceremony
Ironic he’s feral
He acts honorable
While he robs people of dinero
Isn’t it terrible?
They said all rise for the honorable but I ain’t hear ‘em tho


Verse 4:

Cancel culture
Renders mouths impotent
They don’t hear any sound if it would dare arouse dissidence
In school confusion releases
Doctors with calm demeanors, proposition and secrets
I keep seeing parents
Beefin’ with council members
Cuz they promote explicit counsel about child’s members
Vivid books
And sicker pictures
Schools used to be safe
Now they’re a haven for mania
Never mind the other crazed games they’re playin’ up
Wanna know why I’m hostile?
My targets are pedophiles
They shoppin’ for lil’ kids
Tuckin’ parts to swim
Takin drugs to alter they body
But they lost their mind
Any parents that’s down with this you deserve to die
I said it no stutterin’ I,
Hate a few things
Pedophiles and groupthink
I’m an enemy to alphabet groups
Cuz clearly they’re brains are alphabet soup
Grown men wearin’ Depends
Cuz their ends are undependable
Know why?
Reason is, they’re sodomites
Different pronouns identified
While sanity’s unrecognized

Outro Hook:
A good man remains
On his post keepin’ his kids safe
Anybody that tries to violate
Would make a good man heighten the crime rate
Killer of predators…

A Good Man [Prod. By Jesse James]

I've been listening to this beat for years now. I would say it's my favorite beat of all time. It's so simple, but so deep at the same time. I always felt like I had more to say than what I did on my "Coolest Subterfuge" days. 

With the way life is going as of late, there's so much haze. It's easy to fall into something and never get out of it. There's so much injustice and carelessness in the world and some days with all the responsibilities we have, I'm sure we just want to hit snooze and just... sleep through it. We can't though, we to push on. I hope this touches someone. Thank you for listening.

Download Laureate here:

https://mrrockwell.bandcamp.com/

Lyrics:

Verse I:
I just wanna sleep through it
Black rooms & sweet music
The movements are conducive  to influence
I’m cut off from it all 
People are tall til their life’s cuts short
Why invite them to war?
Cus we were happy to see you
You’re a leader of men,
You should be following
Opportunist hobbled again
By ambitions to win
But here we are 
Shadowboxing demons in the dark
And we pissed off, cus we keep on missin’
What is the mission?
Is it to hobble futures w/ many admissions?
Is it to talk all the time but never listen?
People feeling alone when surrounded by souls 
Killin themselves thinkin it’s good for their health
Can you suture the wound?
Maybe if you were in tune, but I pause…


Verse II:
I just wanna sleep through it
Black rooms & sweet music
I’m plottin’ my escape
No way I parlay
It’s half past late
Shoulder my weight I carry the 8 
I grew up starvin, that’s why I breaded my skittles
Life was harder on me bein the child in the middle
w/ an angry mother w/ not much to offer
It was a Miracle how she Whipped me
Don’t know where it took me but I came out mean
Foul I steam
Low esteem
Lyin like I’m Joel Olsteen 
I had many dreams & I held them so closely
How you live w/ me every day, but you don’t know me?

- Rockwell

Sleep Through It (Big L - Sandman 118 Remix)

I started making music in 2008 with the goal of being a light in the midst of the dark. There have been hard times, doubt, rage, sadness but relentlessness works in my favor. I hope you enjoy this journey, no matter the destination. 

Thank you for listening. 

RiGoletto Rockwell

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