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Hundred Years Ago

Hundred Years Ago（１００年前）

From the series of songs composed this summer. Looking for an oasis within the mirage.

MIRAGE 4

Gleeful Power

Rhymes + Cover Photo - S.I.N.
Beat - fatcop soundcloud.com/iamfatcop
Mix - Stratic Beats www.youtube.com/@StraticBeats

East Baltimore City born, city raised & wouldn't have it any other way...although sometimes it can be a bit much & the older I get the more I consider getting away from it all.
Much love to fatcop for providing the soundscape that brought this thought to words & the words to music.

Verse 1:
East side of Baltimore.
Was raised to walk on concrete.
To some it's in the bop,
they say they can see it on me.
The aura of a latch key lackadaisical loner
roaming with no regard for the traffic
when he cross the street.
I was nursed by the biggest of buildings,
or so i thought.
Downtown was like the vertical version
of Noah's Ark.
Hadn't yet heard of New York & all it's towering glory.
Preoccupied with the surrounding prowess
that lied before me.
Not for the faint of heart,
noisy & annoying to the foreign.
Everyday is lost from joylessly toiling away.
A coiling array of cliches.
I guess I'll spare u all the details.
What is there more to say?
I just know that i was born here,
I'll probably die here.
Every now & then still need a break
to keep my mind clear.
Learned that from moving out to Randalstown
my 9th yr of grade school
where the place was too quiet
for my ears.
City Boy, only favor God's country can do me
is keep the radio the reception far from me.
Which is funny bcuz,
i wasn't even that far
just far enough to take time adjusting.
No horns beeping
or neighbors beefing in the street
to lullaby me to sleep
& as i lay i pray the lord his silence to keep.
Fill the void at least with never ending white noise
or distortion to keep my mind poised.
Can't u see?

Hook:
I'm a City Boy. Raised under city lights all of my many days, many nights. That's right.
I'm a City Boy. Dirty air, dirty water. Healthy dose of both keeps it all in order.
I'm a City Boy. City born, city raised, wouldn't rather have it any other way.
I'm a City Boy. Nothing more, nothing less. Until the day I rest, I guess.


Verse 2:
Traffic & static
drowning out the unheard
so we don't even bother
tryna bleep out the cuss words. Absurd,
let it rock til the planet stop
or the city's paved into 1 big parking lot
to the suburbs.
We be out there too,
getting on everyone's nerves
blasting music no one's heard
on repetition til u call the cops or u concur. Comprendé?
We don't mean u no harm yo.
Come on over. Bring a friend. Ayy,
now it's a party.
All night cuz city folk opposed to sleep.
The city don't so mostly we
just sit awoke or roam the streets.
Inhaling secondhand gunsmoke,
exhale smog & nod when
strolling past the cutthroats.
We do our best to pay the rent & pay attention
otherwise we pay with our lives.
Too many payments pending
from the 1s who didn't take the memo.
Or sometimes it'll just happen in a flash
whether u retained the info or not.
No solution. Our pollution blocks the stars
but still makes the sky look pretty
right before dark.
Thoughts where the air is thick & the patience is thin
range from this is where I'm staying
to escape with the wind.
Me, I plan to 1 day replace terms like
"around the way"
with new phrases like
"I'm going into town today".
Somewhere on a mountaintop
looking down at the serenity surrounding me
but til I've found a way
I'm a city boy.

City Boy

City Boy (prod. fatcop)

The Sky Will Be Empty (Rock version)

THIS LITTLE PIGGIE WENT DISCO DANCING

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H3LL ON 3ARTH BY KING 7666

Written and Played By Massimo Primiero
Vocal Performing By Lina Arnone

Fire on folks
Fire on Us
Shadows cover the sacred no care for them
Soldiers and tanks move against the brothers
With guns in a burnt souls Burnt ideas of life 
Fire on folks
Fire on Us
Flames on the justice
Battles with words and love
Fleet of ideas advance no gun required 
to shoot nothing blood
nothing to run away
pyramid in black
nothing to fear

Shadows cover the sacred no care for them
Soldiers and tanks move against the brothers
Fleet of ideas advance no gun required 
to shoot 
nothing blood
nothing 
to run away
pyramid in black
nothing blood

In ancient time the foolish were insane
No other vision was permitted
Justice and desires
Freedom and love
Narrated
For you
Narrated
For Us
Tales with sailors and
Lamps with treasures
Are here just for saving all
Heroes on your road
Glory on your way
Go Ahead 
Go with Justice
Every One 
With One thousand stories
Give the future a better light 
Child and Dreams
Men and Thoughts for ever
Give the future a better light 
Go Ahead with Justice
Forever for Us
Forever for You
Forever for Us
Just Now


Pyramid

Producer and jack-of-all-trades type out of Columbus, Ohio with a real collaborative spirit and a penchant for classic 90s boom bap. For ALL business inquiries please email me at musiqbrainchild@gmail.com

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