Free Download: https://nakhiphop.bandcamp.com/track/sayang-2021

Produced by GC
Mixed by Martin Kano
Lyrics by me

I've got a black
Footlocker locked up in my closet
It's topped off with sentimental objects
Nostalgia sets within this mental process
A little calm when life don't settle often
I see invitations to my birthdays
Faded pictures from a first date
Exotic souvenirs and postcards
From my father since he left the boatyard
I collected rocks since elementary
A message that my bestie sent to me
Matching bracelets with my next of kin
And letters from a lover- Hester Prynne
An aging book with flowers in its pages
Maybe placed them there to make a flat arrangement
Yeah, the years will press and fade the saturation
But we'll never fail, we're only graduating

So call me sentimental, yeah probably
But this is my philosophy
Mom and dad were handed poverty
So they taught me not to waste
They would always say...
Yeah, probably
But this is more like my philosophy
From planting crops and livestock to eat
So they taught me never waste
They would always say

Sayang
Momma never threw away nothing
Sayang
Poppa never had the luxury
Sayang
Means that "it's a shame to let it go to waste"
but now I'm just afraid to throw away
the things that shouldn't stay
I'm afraid to throw away what shouldn't stay

But something's feeling wrong, it bothers me
I think I'm haunted, yeah I've got to be
Remember crying on my birthday
Seeing my girl crying in the worst way
We used to gather on the holidays
But celebrating days don't come around as usual
We make excuses, plenty "not todays"
But now I only see my family at funerals
I find it funny back in high school
People come and go like the tides do
Used to get together at the park at six
But when we left, we haven't seen each other since
And when my father left, I felt abandonment
"What if his ship don't get to land again?"
If all the rocks that I collected since a little one
Could talk they'd say my heart was turning into one
It started with a pocket, grew into a box
One turned into two, two became a closet
All my problems working out in therapy
I should have thrown away but now I carry with me
It's hard to get a grip when life's a changing essence
Made a mess, but likely never make amends with
Dropped em' in a box and hope that I forget them
But I won't let it all go

Sayang
Means that "it's a shame to let it go to waste"
but now I'm just afraid
Sayang
Means that "it's a shame to let it go to waste"
but now I'm just afraid
Afraid to throw away what shouldn't stay
I want to let it all go
Afraid to throw away what shouldn't stay
I want to let it all go

We started from the farm made it to the states
Banquets and the cake, always saying grace
Grandma used to say (the) rice up on my plate
Would cry if I don't eat so I would never waste
Mercedes with the lease, we don't see the need
As long as we can reach "A" to "Point B's"
All the whips are Japanese, the model's obsolete
But we won't ditch the keys until the Second Coming
Appliances defective, fridge with no convection
TV, no reception- VCR might work though
Swimming pool is empty, rows of pointless fences
Nesting in possessions, decades of collecting
Skeletons in closets, shame and sinful causes
Pain we kept and bottled, secrets only I know
We learned to never waste, to never throw away

But now I can't escape the things I should forsake.

sayang (prod. GC)

written, mixed, mastered by daniel
instrumental by king80industries

lyrics:

My life: I’ve been “looking on” but there’s no "bright side"
I’m everywhere but never in my right mind
And I don’t want to think of what you all just might find
There’s no light surviving me

Maybe this is all I’ll ever be when I am loveless
I can only be what you could see, so I am nothing
I know what I need, but though you reach to me, I shun it
Maybe it’s just me… maybe it’s just me

Never mind the maybe, plainly, it’s me

I never want play the victim, but I make decisions
The are based in issues that remain unfixed
So maintain your distance, I stay suspicious
Forgive me, 'cause I don’t think I get forgiveness
My village hidden where the mist is thick
So don’t make the trip, ‘cause I’ve slain the bridge
And I place my triggers on a vacant list
And I pay my therapist to spray with me with it
So let me give you one glimpse
Most of my life is a fight to be noticed
No spotlight, no right to your focus
Pops taught me I shouldn’t like my emotions
Bottle it up like wine, or a potion, cyanide, poison
Pop it, pour me a shot
It might kill me or choke me
But that’s the cost to be noticed
Trying to prove I’m alive to the people who broke me
This life is a steady performance, full of confetti and ornaments
Plenty embezzled identities, ready to sport ‘em
Rocking so many assortments
I’m the imposter, all my distortion's
Forcing the soul to be “formless and void”
I’m quoting the Torah:
My mind is like life before “let there be light”
Let me light the menorah
If I said what I meant, I know ya’ll wouldn’t get it
We partly just selfish and I’m no exception
My pen is candle, waxing poetic
Composing em’ flowers, extracting my essence
My fear and obsession's squeezing my neck
Unbelievable tension, it feel like depression
But clearly, sensing it festering deeper
In levels beneath my perception
The older I’m getting the more of the stench I’m detecting
The more paranoia I end up collecting
If only you knew ‘bout the thoughts I’m protecting
I bet you’d regret that you'd ever respect me
I live in a secret society of frequent anxiety
Keeping it hush like we speaking in library
God blesses the piety, bless his psychiatry:
Demons compete with the SSRI in me
It’s better unsaid- don’t express it entirely
I’m even appalled by the things in my diary
Esteem has been dying; don’t you need to lie to me
I’ve been "dead irrelevant,” keep all my ivory
I’m kind of alive, I’m outside looking in though
A virus, like “I want to run through your windows”
I’m not suicidal: not trying to be cynical
I just hate how it takes us to die to be visible

visible (prod. king80industries)

"Slaughter Silent" by NAK x Emancipator
Instrumental: "All Through the Night" by Emancipator

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FOREWORD:
I wrote this song to address my fear and cowardice to speak the Truth in love.  This is dedicated to my brothers and sisters who experience the same; may our fears be casted out in His perfect love.

LYRICS:
It’s not a victory.  Confession of my struggle
I’m bereft of all the symptoms of expression, and it’s subtle
I sum up all my fear with every sun up, every dusk
I want to make it clear to you but end up saying nothing (James 1:22).

Swelling of the heart from a fear of pouring out 
With the telling of the stars and the moon is bloody now (Revelation 6:12)
The Revelation moving, over Truth is steady looming
The anathema that spreads into the center of womb (Psalm 51:5)

And it’s called “sin.”  I was called to rip the clutches
Of the substance that so easily entangles (Hebrews 12:1) and it ruptures
Here am I, strangled, my ankles turning lavender
The spirit of the air’s assassinating His ambassadors (Ephesians 2:2)

In the briefing, I was warned of the attacks
And how it crouches at the door (Genesis 4:7) and how I practiced how to master it (Psalm 144:1)
But now I’m captured and my feet are in the trap
I was walking in the light (Psalm 119:105), then I started walking back 

And it’s tragic.  

Paranoid of the rejection, I’m a cloister with protection
From uncoiling and confessing and avoiding any tension
I rap with over-emphasis, deploying clever sentences
And decoys to make the Truth sound less offensive

And I’m sorry.  My mind is hardly rational
But not enough to think that Truth is relative and casual
Romans twelve warned bout conforming to the ‘pattern’ (Romans 12:2)
But I’m fighting in a battle and I’m hiding in my 'camo..' 

Confronted by assailants, and I implement evasion;
Simple conversation and I simply run away from them
And honest, the conquest of sin is making obvious 
The strength of all my confidence in Him: I've been robbed!  (John 10:10)

Such a calling!  Cost of which makes me now anonymous
The shock of full surrender gives a quiver how it crawls 
Up in the contour of the spine and on the top of every prominence 
A coward in the armor (Ephesians 6:10) now the armor’s the sarcophagus

Murder is occurring right before you
Truth becomes a relative distortion
Brothers and your sisters are destroyed
By oppression and the sickness of the sin that we resort to.

Solo membership: feeding my self centeredness 
Feasting on this life (I Corinthians 15:32) until my feet become edematous
I’ve taken every blessing and I turned it to a craving 
An addiction to the comfort and addiction to the lazy (Proverbs 26:13)

My mission is to fight, but I’m comfortable in fear
This comfortable coercion got me covered from the tears
The enemy advances at the door of every castle (I Peter 5:8-9)
Sleeping with my ignorance sedated by these capsules (Proverbs 6:9)

My brethren are falling and they’re dying overseas 
To perpetuate the Gospel while I’m dying to be pleased
Jesus, I need you, I scream for the Father, 
Silence ain’t golden... silence is slaughter! (Isaiah 53:7)

The enemy is taking it, I’m sick of saying nothing.
He’s infiltrated cultures, every city, and every country
Now it’s time to say something: a typical reminder
But it’s ‘critical’ to fight: ‘four nine’s’ when we strike it 

Say something!  Murder is occurring right before you
Say something!  Truth becomes a relative distortion
Say something!  Brothers and your sisters are destroyed
By oppression and the sickness of the sin that we resort to.



slaughter silent

lyrics by me
prod. Dan Darmawan

free download at nakhiphop.bandcamp.com

lyrics
When I was twenty-one, I met a man who later was my mentor
He told me that our dreams will always end in disappointment
And I remember then of just how much I was offended
I ghosted him, and never had a subsequent appointment
When I was twenty-three, I wrote a song addressed to God
Requesting He addresses a specific set of prayers
Eleven years later, still waiting for responses
On top of all the others that I sent Him through the years
I thought at twenty-four, that I’d be married to this girl
I was on and off with since I was sixteen (really)
Then again at twenty-six, then again at thirty-three
Zero for three; homie, my record is pristine.
And I don’t want to rap, I just really want to slow dance
I got too many passions, but my biggest one is romance
I need to talk to God, I’ve been running out of hope
This ain’t shekinah glory, but I’m looking for the smoke
Father… I think we gotta to talk about your “timing"
My whole en“tire” season is in dire “misalignment”
When I was just a kid, you put a vision in my chest
I’m thirty-freaking something, but You left it unaddressed
This season here is weird, ‘cause it’s partly a transition
But part of its identical with minimal distinction
My life is just a story stuck in character development
Chapter after chapter, but the plot isn’t progressing yet
Feeling more reclusive, I don’t eat like how I used to
Pleasures of the world feel increasingly more useless
And social media feeds the meaningless descent
The algorithm knows me much better than my friends
This isn’t what I wanted and I feel a bit disjointed.
The biggest dream I had seems to lead to disappointment.
I had it all figured out, yet I don’t
What do I do? Where do I go?
I had it all figured out, yet I...
Whatever. You are God, do as you freaking may
I just want to be okay with what You choose to take away
That’s all I ask.
That’s all I ask.
I just want to be okay with Your plan.
That’s all I ask.
That’s all I ask.
I just want to be content. That’s all I ask.

that's all i ask

Prod. proleter

HAPPY NEW YEAR, everyone!

I was very inspired this New Year's Eve and decided to a write a song to fit somewhat of a New Year's theme.  Here are the lyrics!

LYRICS by NAK

Another year for the tally, toast for the party
Host in the garden, “cheers” in your honor
Quartet ensemble, bubble and the sparkle
Man behind the bar with the counter made of marble
Have another round, rather seldom that we celebrate
Woman in the gown with a diamond and a slender waist
Man with a crown, class that he walks with
Monacle, top hat, clock in the pocket
Waiting by the sculptures, cherubim and Davids
Water from the lake, with the yachts in arrangement
Tango, waltz, ballroom, to Jazz singer
Gardel, to Chopin, to Michael Jack’s “Thriller”
Butler with the platter in the foyer of the palace
Servin' you the freshest horsdourves for the palette
Here’s to the life in abundant demonstration:
If life be a gift: every day the celebration.

Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of rhythm
Skip to my lou, beat rocking in the system
Rocket to the moon-walk, popping in the distance
This in addition to the Macarena mission 
Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of rhythm
Skip to my lou, beat rocking in the system
Rocket to the moon-walk, popping in the distance
This in addition to the Macarena mission 

Ring around the Rosie: engaged to a gentleman
Who couldn’t two step if his whole life depended on it
Beg your pardon, but you had too much Bacardi
You should probably simmer down before you barf on the potty
Choreography set fire to these dance halls
Way before I could crawl... without mom
I was born for the movement
My form is the proof, my performance is ruthless
You got moves, kid?  Useless.
Freshen up your 'step,' boy.  Use this:
Foot powder, got sick sense of humor
A sixth sense to sic'em with six step maneuvers
Sweetheart, start fearing it
My pirouette a 'wonder,'  Pyramid
May be looking like an awkward little braggart
But he move like Jagger- don’t judge by appearances
Fire like sun 'round planets of ours
You could say you literally 'danced with a star.'
Kinda like the sun 'round this planet of ours...

Good evening.  Daniel.  25.  Single.
Working as a nurse, but I specialize in disco
Main mid Annie, my AD is Jinx 
My fave beats produced by Jay-Dee...
I blast whack cats with my black materia
Cheerio!  Wait... I hate that cereal
Got the 'golden grammar' with a cold banana: how he functions
Ain't nobody sweeter than you be my 'honey bunches'
So when I take a munch in... I break, and 'cap, and crunch em'
I eat dancers for breakfast or late luncheons
I'm feeling good enough to windmill
And float like the wind blowing on a thin quill
Life is only one shot, barely one kill
If not now, not then, tell me when will
We live now, when tomorrow isn't promised?
You could wish upon however many comets 
But never did a shoot’n star manifest
In a blessing, in wealth, or a promise that’s kept
I love chick ﬂicks as much as the next guy
I love romance as much as the next mind
But you tripping thinking love gotta be perfect
Love is sacriﬁce, selﬂess, hard working
Love is patient, making the choice
To devotion: despite all the pain and emotion

So let’s dance like love in its true from.
Let’s step like love is the new norm:
Let’s swing, live, love, don’t hesitate
Dance 'cause love be the reason we celebrate 
Let’s dance like love in its true from.
Let’s step like love is the new norm:
Let’s swing, live, love, don’t hesitate
Dance, ‘cause He be the reason we celebrate

Copyright © 2015.  

NAK: nakhiphop.com
PROLETER: proleter.bandcamp.com

but, i can't dance in general

prod gotenkeys
lyrics: youtube.com/nakhiphop

i don't even like rap

"No Goodbyes" - NAK x Ljones
Lyrics: NAK
Instrumental: "Mango Kimono" by Ljones
Video: Sang Han

MUSIC VIDEO LINK: t.co/2BZhyCYC8D
FREE DOWNLOAD: https://nakhiphop.com/album/classic-2009-2018
______________________________________
Having left my home in Los Angeles in 2013, I spent two years and two months in Little Rock, Arkansas to establish my career as a registered nurse.  With my recent decision to quit nursing and return to California to pursue full-time music, I wrote this song in dedication to the many friends I had left behind.  Thank you so much.  I love you all.

Dedicated to: St. Vincent, ADH, Jejas, All Nations, Fishlink, IFO, 501, Fellowship, and the Pinoy Ballers.
______________________________________

NAK - @nakhiphop
http://www.nakhiphop.com
http://www.facebook.com/nakhiphop
http://www.soundcloud.com/nakhiphop

Ljones - @jonesbelow
http://www.soundcloud.com/ljonesbeats
http://www.facebook.com/ljonesbeats

Sang Han
(He doesn't have any particular social media outlets to promote.  But to speak a little about him, this bro is a genius.  He's but a senior in highschool and to supplement his impeccable academic prowess, he's also highly skilled in camerawork and many other artistic mediums.  Dude's got it all and he's on the come up.)

no goodbyes

couldn't find the words to express how i felt so

when god is silent

Lyrics: NAK • nakhiphop.com (@nakhiphop)
Production: Elliot Ancona • soundcloud.com/elliotancona

(Written from a very dark place.)

[x]
Eternal is the measurement of time we have projected 'til the day in which we catch our own tails
Until the day comes, let's toast to the never-ending cycle of our failure: cheers
Another 'round' for Ouroboros: 'running in a circle' and I'm 'full of myself'
Another 'round' for Ouroboros: 'running in a circle' and I'm 'full of myself'

Taste: savor the bitterness I'm developing for everyone I love like I'm taste testing the medicine
'Clutched' in a 'tripod' posture; 'mask on' asthmatic Phantom of the Opera
And when I feel God's promise isn't certainty: not even Doubting Thomas could encourage me
We savor colors when the day turn nights but never look twice when a bridge burns bright
'Cause I am far from the leader that you harbor in your speaker, when the words don't express, just listen (quiet please)
I'm bleeding and screaming you all the melody: the blood started weeping on the mezzanine 
Please God, why?  Hi.  I question the arrival of the messages I sent Him knowing I am not entitled
The luxury of knowing: growing's not an elective.  I tend to take emotion mistaking it for direction

[x]

Give it to me, give it to me, need a lot of patience you needing that dedication for healing my frustration.
'Trust.' (It's)never easy don't touch it like it's a freebie.  Start digging if you really want to see me
Now watch this: conjuring up illusions accommodating the view that control is the best solution
Like destiny's getting lucid: where everything that I held had developed to dissolution
At first I was amused but suddenly filled with terror.  The sky was getting blacker and the Lord I couldn't hear Him
And there and then I reckoned my faith was now being tested I'm guessing I wasn't ready and I'm guessing that I never was
Does God like deafening His ears?  I'm running in a circle for a better of a year
Coming full circle: right back where we started and some never 'leave' till 'departure.'  How ironic.

Sixty seconds a minute and every tick is a twisting of the shiv within my viscera- ripping in the incision 
Twenty-four is the quantity of hours that respond to me: methodically despotic to the cry for my autonomy

[x]

© NAKHIPHOP 2016

ouroboros

prod. @ skyhighbeatss
lyric video: https://youtu.be/JWfMq5jufSw

now in my darkest moments i long for a call or a text message
a post on my wall, a request, mention
but nine out of ten my inbox is empty
no phone fluorescence
no invitation to the pity party i wish i was a part of
another night all alone up in my room with the tunes
with the moon and the stardust
i’m thinking i’m a little ironic
i really need a heart to heart
but my heart is hardened but i need you most
come close but you keep your distance like my guards are armed
i’m not your happy-go-lucky companion
i’m only tragic
what’s left of my passion is 
slipping through cracks in my fingers like magic
i don’t need your help, i’ll be okay
you’re too late to save me anyway
what kind of hope is left
i’m losing control like I’m tokin’ meth
a rogue when I roam like i’m boba fett
if i’m alone for a sec it ain’t copacetic: i’m mad paranoid
and i mourn for the man that i used to be
he died and my pride did the eulogy
let me "deal" in peace; another pack of cards
used to rap from the heart now i rap from the scars
i wish i could tell you that 
i’m in the midst of the will of the father
but this ain’t a place i could feel him 
and i cannot take it no longer
someone once told me i worship myself 
and my lover is comfort
so maybe the guilt and the shame 
that i carry is just that i suffer
i’m a liar, don’t you understand
my heart is hard so i need to pretend
my pride is large but won’t you see me through
we need each other but we saying
we need each other but i'm saying:
i don’t need your help i’ll be okay
(you’re too late to save me anyway)

i'm okay

happy birthday kp

"Take Care" - NAK x 少先组 aka Clown
Found on:
"Classic" (2016)
"Grace: Hope Perfected" (2011)

take care

"Hourglass" - NAK x m-taku
Found on:
"Classic" (2016)
"Grace: Hope Perfected" (2011)

hourglass

prod. Soulostar

Found on:
"Classic" (2016) 
"Rogue Hearts" (2011)

all alone

prod. Elyon Beats

Found on:
"The Classics" (2016)
"Sincerely," The Winter EP (2012)

heartmelt pt. II

Prod. Sam Ock

Let me check your vital signs: heart rate
Beat per minute heart racing
Fear permitted: arm’s length
Hit it with another kiss of the calm tranq
Sanctification an operation
Pain be a doctor we often hate him
Sick ever since that combination:
Death mixed in with the consummation
Ever since, it’s anesthesia
Numb to the pain of refinement
Woke up and I saw all the evil
And I wanted to return to my blindness
In the land where the dark is immersive
How hard is a heart of a person?
We try to open up, somebody call a surgeon 
We wanna come back to the heart of worship
But the dark alluring
Harder to swim in a stronger current
Hotter to live now the water burning
But I feel nothing.  “Nada” burden.  Not a burden
Feeling no hunger
‘Cause I am numb to the wheel of my comfort
This my diversion a dime to a dozen
Never met death but I flirt with the cousin
First will come love and then marriage
Sleep is the lust you inherit
You cannot stay in your sleep as a means of resolving your flaws
Expecting involvement of God
I want to wake up
I really love sleep, now I want to break up
It’s not you, it’s me
Sleep be the cousin of the eulogy

I can see the stars up in eyes  
I can hear Sinatra in my mind
Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the sky
Orion, Ursa Minor, Gemini: constellations die
Three two one.  Let the whole body go numb.  Let the whole body go numb
Let the whole body go numb.  Let the whole body go numb
Three two one.  Let the whole body go numb.  Let the whole body go numb
It’s not you, it’s me.  Sleep be the cousin of the eulogy. 

Obviously, He’s real within me
It doesn’t really mean that I feel Him in me
Feeling envy when I see devotion 
Of a brethren steady and he feel emotion
Feet be coasting Spirit leads him  
Walk on the land and the sea and ocean
Here I am.  I ain’t fronting
I can’t stand that I stand for nothing
I can’t help that my own two feet
Slip more frequent- than they move me
When I fall and I hurt, I don’t want to move now
The true definition of “breaking new ground”
What you looking at?
You never seen a man that was broken?  
You really want to act like you don’t know the half
And your life is a basket is roses?
You really want to quote me a passage
Claim that you pray that it passes, never call once?
You think I’m convinced of your sadness?
Brother, you just as numb.
I feel nothing.  You don’t either.  
We’re just talking, we ain’t speaking
Both eyes open, we both sleeping 
We want freedom, we won’t reach it.  
We're scared of the dark
Life is a surgeon: tear us apart
We don’t want pain, and we want to feel numb
Now we could never feel love

anesthesia

Prod. Sam Ock

Listen to the ocean breathing.  Look at that shimmering sequence
Waves in rhythm… leap and they fall in the arms of a beach, all season
See warm colors brew: saturation; blue sky turn caffeinated
David playing that magic chord: drew “Hallelujah,” I’m captivated
And it “pleased the Lord:” masterpiece. “Framed” in His image, He “captured” me
That aperture, that shutter speed that master has what that camera need
And we only got one “shot;” but how could a subject decide the exposure?  
We may have the freedom but what do we really exert our control over?
I am not sovereign.  I’m just another cog in the locket  
He giveth and taketh but who am I questioning God and His logic?
You fluent in ignorance thinking that death isn’t true to his promise
He’s proven to be indisputably ruthless, “brutally honest”
It’s pretty and all, but what good is it really in building a bond
Told this beach how beautiful it was more times than I ever told mom
I marvel deep in expressing a reverent praise to a body of water when secretly
When hurting, and searching for words to affirm is my cousin who ended his ourney too early
I stared at your picture Stood at your viewing
I knew you were hurting.  My stomach is full of excuses
I wanted to help, didn’t know how to do it, the silence is brutal
Maybe refraining from speaking the Truth is just as abusive
I am in tune as I study the wave run from and to, and examine the movement
Whether I want it or not, the water had brought the intention so “clear” to pursue
This is my cue: but I am resistant who am I kidding there isn’t a difference
This was the mission while “we were still sinners:” this is the infinite gift of persistence
I wish I could be like the water that creep up in clutching your ankles
I wish I could be as the sea is repeatedly reaching: so faithful
We get thrown to the bottom to break and are brought to the brink of the fatal
But even the waves stumble and fall, at just the right angle: you see a rainbow
I’m critically short of the virtue I value
Fighting the very same demon that seem to be lurking around you
My only regret are my words of affection are so misdirected
So I came back here trying to talk to God and then He taught me a lesson
 
Maybe I was too late
I was too concerned with myself
Maybe I was too late
I was too immersed with my realm
Father can you make our love like waves?

like waves

"passing" by mommy 
Support the producer, please.

I don’t blame God for the mess that I made
He don’t break hearts and reflect on my shame
I became gray there’s no rest in brain
Lay me now to rest with the rest of my faith
I did it to myself
I did it to myself

All I need’s a moment for my heart to listen closer
The things we gotta to hear are more than often never spoken so
we speak in sign language… you know we never listen
We hardly in the present; too focused on the closure
“Holding” my composure; master the fermata
But couldn’t get the “piece” to come together like we wanted
Writing lines “right and left…” bass and treble clef
But if you never “raise your hands,” you could never learn to “rest”
I saw the death of all my friendships
Spending months investigating the forensics
It’s apparent- anyone could have compassion
But true friends are people that’ll help you when it matters
The older that I get… the lonelier I feel
Heavier regrets; things that never healed
I don’t got a plan, I don’t even got intent
But I’m looking forward to... I’m a mess.

forensic

Happy Mother's Day.

ESKRY: soundcloud.com/eskryyy
Video: youtube.com/nakhiphop

clickbait

download: https://nakhiphop.com/album/all-songs-2009-2016

open up

Download: https://nakhiphop.com/album/all-songs-2009-2016

heartmelt

"Keep Moving" [Nujabes Tribute] - NAK × Michita
Found on:
"Classic" (2016)
"Rogue Hearts" (2011)

keep moving

Download: nakhiphop.bandcamp.com
Video: youtube.com/nakhiphop

I don't blame God for the mess that I made
He don't break hearts or reflect on my shame
I became gray: there's no rest in my brain
Lay me down to rest with the rest of my faith
I did it to myself

I'm wide awake because I always stay up
I lift my face into the sky, straight up
And though the stars above at times will stray
When they fall they turn into Estrella
All I need is a moment for my heart to listen closer
The things we gotta hear are more than often never spoken
So we speak in sign language- you know I never listen
We hardly in the present; too focused on the closure
Holding my composure; master the fermata
But couldn't get the peace to come together like we wanted
Writing rhymes right and left; bass a treble clef
But if you never raise your hands you could never learn to rest
There's still habits that I gratify
Lovers turn to alibis
Habits turn to churches
And conviction turns to pantomime
It seems the older that I get the lonelier I feel
It seems I'm shouldering regrets from things that never healed
I'm pondering so often now that I was never saved
I'm Pontius how I'm haunted by the faces I've betrayed
I made 23 Prayers, I'd take 30 if I could
But even Judas took 30, nailed the Savior to the wood
credits

falling star

“Safety Trigger!” NAK x LuzID (Lucy Camp) x Force of Nature
DL LINK: http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?imsvtsw80w6cgsy

(Every once or twice a year, NAK’s roots in battle rap make a reappearance.)
Starting 2013 right with the 15-year-old lyrical phenom, LuzID.  
In her, I have an infinite amount of hope for the next generation of lyricists.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.

NAK: NAKHIPHOP.COM
LUZID: SOUNDCLOUD.COM/LUZID-2

    NAK:
    You wanna battle? Best deploy your finest personnel
    Skill be too elusive for your ploy to strike: and live to tell
    These sick abilities be crippling your imagery
    And signal EMT’s to take a trip to your facility
    Cooking your recital, as I shook your little idols
    ‘Cause I took apart the rifle and assumed the Tiger Style
    Looks are all insightful and the hooks are homicidal
    On arrival, you’ll be stifled, they be looking for your vitals

    LuzID:
    Time to take the title, tongue twisters for the tummy
    You could spike my apple cider, with a slice of something smutty
    Yeah I like it when it’s vile, I grew up with some stuff ugly
    A dozen custom corruptions in my life just wouldn’t touch me
    Congenital insensitivity to pain,
    Intentional levels of acidity to blame
    A chemical within a beat technology to fame
    Mystical ability from electricity to flames

    NAK:
    Stick to your “circuits,” but your “system” is worthless
    So pack a battery, service, and stash a camera working
    And capture Nak and you’ll learn… he systematically murks it
    These elegant verses feel like I’m rapping in cursive
    So plug the mic and a cable I bust, igniting your stage, bruh!
    I’m sunnin’ your fables, it crush your mind when a sage flow!
    The hungriest brother, with vivid lyrical angles
    Spittin’ writtens in color, just like I stomached a rainbow

    LuzID:
    I lay beneath the region deepened by demon secretions
    Gotta giddy up, and leave it, ‘fore I reason with a priestess
    Not bad that I don’t believe in, my tongue’s just beaten with weakness
    Speechless to the point where it’s unacceptable to Jesus
    It’s evident, my element, since elementary’s passin’
    Heaven sent, with heaven’s scent, a deficit in habits
    My testament, testing men, in a tenement of rappin’
    So tell your brethren, I’m better left, with lesser than a pamphlet
    Seconds of sessions obsessin’ over selected
    Sketches of closer dimensions, suggested sober but wreck less
    I mean older succession is only told in one sentence
    We go to boast but intentions are often stowed as possessions
    Do we need both the ghost methods
    To post on most of net sections?
    I rose to pose the right lessons, I know more than my fences
    But I go pro to fight edges, no more of shows to try legends
    Toe to toe to my engines, till I get total a vengeance

    NAK:
    Rip it with every syllable spitting the sickness on this track now
    Take your position and pray that your vision will stick and you don’t black out
    Nak and the prodigy dropping the audible weapon and rocking em’ constantly
    Conquering, bombing, re-arming, the armory: stock it with maximum quantity
    So check the lesson, as we bless it and manifest it
    Critical method, ability reckless, will cripple and riddle you physically breathless
    Music be the movement as we’re laying the foundation:
    These lyrics are the legacy that bridge the generations

    These lyrics are the legacy
    Lyrics are the legacy
    These lyrics are the legacy that bridge the generations.

safety trigger

Official video: https://youtu.be/7jh_yaZKajI

Produced by Kenai. (@kenaiiibeats)
↠ instagram.com/kenaiiibeats

For our cousin, Alex.

If love is an opulent arms race
and bombs only occupy heart rates
you’re partly an armory, partly an army
triumphantly marching through archways.
A fray full of sorrow in harm’s wake
fountains of youth in a parched state
God’s grace: mountains of wounds
will “look to be healed” like a bronze snake.
“Awake” is the mind’s ground;
dreams are the art that our hearts make
blast off to the high clouds
and alpha centaurian starscapes.
It’s probably more like a harsh flame;
a cautery spark when our moms say:
“how could you feed your family making
the change you collect from guitar cases?”
We still in this dark place
shame got a bitter and sharp taste
the pain is a bottomless lake that swallows our limbs
but still we can’t properly swim.
Sloppily limp: whether it be
my ankles, your knees
maybe we ain’t getting weaker
but maybe we’re really just lifting these heavier dreams, heavenly things.
Struggle started from growing our stubble
now throwing a ring on her knuckle
we made a ton of mistakes; that should have been fatal
God really saves and that made us humble.
People may give you advice
but don’t understand how you feel
‘cause how could these training wheels
relate to a plane, I’m saying, for real?
How many nights have we cried?
The rain is too heavy to end.
How many ways have we tried?
Just to be failures again.
All of it breaking inside.
None of it makes any sense.
We want to fly we want to sing
but falling has broken our wings.
Why?
Do we even try?
Are you on our side?
God, won’t you just remind?
Why?
Do we even try?
Are you on our side?
God, won't you just remind?
I guess we’ll find out when it’s over
but I know that you’re near.
And that’s the proof to me that God’s here.

plane kids

ashes, ashes

Found on "'Sincerely,' The Winter EP" (2012)

watch us fly

"Night Sky" NAK x Wy-i
free download at: nakhiphop.com

night sky

"Spirit Bomb" NAK x Plue Starfox

Found on:
"Classic" (2016)
"Fruits: The Mixtape" (2012)

spirit bomb

These two songs were meant to be played together and is designed to illustrate a panorama of a love that has come and gone. Dedicated to someone whom I love dearly. This project is free and not for profit.

DOWNLOAD/LYRICS/INDIVIDUAL TRACKS
nakhiphop.bandcamp.com/album/kindred-closure-2020 

INSTRUMENTALS
- "rooftops and confessions" by Kenai 
- "i can't take this" by lxve

kindred & closure

though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him

nak

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