Infinity Freestyle

Throwback time! Bringing this back for the shits and giggles.

Mixed by SVATG
Mastered by Rez Toledo
Recorded at FutureStudio

WHO IS VICES?

Photo by Joseph Pascual

NINNO X Vices - Bad Habits (Prod. By St. Vincent & The Grenadines)

LOSEURMIND

Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive

Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive


Mama, I made it, I’ve elevated, validated
So excuse me if I’m faded, I’ve been jaded for a long time
Overrated rappers, I hate it, they playing a game
I’ve curated my playlist to never hear ‘em again

So don’t swerve in my lane
You don't want the burden, you ain’t wanna feel the pain
I just wanna my homies to be living like we kings
I just want my people to be free from all the chains

But shit don’t change
Change don’t last, except death and tax
I need a breakthrough, maybe just a break fall
I’ve been falling ever deeper to the dangers of my mental

The mind is a heaven that people trying to belittle
I refuse to play a part in this devilish scheme
I’m trying to make you better so you can see what I see
I mean we all need guidance to be fully redeemed


Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive

Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive


Postulating questions like philosophers of old
Here’s a thought experiment to make your brain grow
There’s a cat in a box with poison inside
Does it live does it die, is it dead or alive?

That’s confusing at first
But basically what I’m saying is that life is absurd
Everybody got the opportunity to grow
You reap what you sow, we all kids on that slope

We all think that we know, we all think that we know
But that’s simply ignorance, you’re hindering your growth
I don’t boast, I’m just spitting out the truth
Just another kid who get lost in the groove

Just another kid who got lost in the booth
Just another kid who got lost some ghouls
But now I’m back and I’ll do what I do
My life is like a painting and I’m looking for my muse


Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive

Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive


I know I said it before, so I’ll say it again
My flow Napoleon, it’s an unstoppable campaign
The melody is magical and my knowledge is arcane
Roman in the making, ain’t no stopping my Reign

So ask permission when you step in my domain
This is dangerous terrain, with all the rappers that I’ve slain
It’s lame, people think I do it for the fame
I think I’ll need a minute, let me do it to explain

I don’t make my music just to simply entertain
Webster is my bible, to ingrain it to my brain
Mastery of words something I have to maintain
I’m looking at that throne as something I have to obtain

I rap 'cause I love it, and I’m feeling like a mage
And I’m spitting so much magic, Illuminati like strange
See rapping is a drug and I’m taking it like cocaine
I’m doing this for me, so I just gotta exclaim


Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive

Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive

I wanna know what it means to feel alive

I wanna know what it means to feel alive

Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive

Hands in the sky
Are you feeling what I’m feeling, yeah?
Are you feeling the vibe
I wanna know what it means to feel alive

Hands In The Sky

Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now

Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now 
Like I'm whoring now
I see the people look at me like


A professional prostitute is an artist that's paid
Tell me music's only pure when you make minimum wage
They be saying I'm a sellout when I'm stepping on stage
Placing artists in their genre like a prisoner's cage

But here's the mistake, we all be bound by fate
The concept of hiphop being pure is intrinsically ridiculous 
Superficial, pretentious and fake
'Cause when Herc stopped making beats you claiming it's pure

I'm just saying that shit'll make you insecure
I'm just saying this that shit'll make y'all carnivores
Now, you become the shit that you once deplored
Enforcing your perspective like conquistadors, but fuck it

Hiphop was the coming of Christ.
After the 80s he died, His disciples denied 
But we all Peter and we Thomas with corrupted thoughts
We all giving our own meanings to what we lost

But now we splintered and we've broken into multiple tribes 
You got mumbling motherfuckers and the most conscious of minds
You got some people who whine, you got some people who trying
You got some people who are happy to be concubines

You got Gs who stay violent like Muay Thai in Thailand
I'm feeling like the Variant, the baddest gladiator in the island 
The mouthpiece of the South East,
I'm educating, always debating, syllabicating every cadence

I've ever lambasted in your direction, no correction
I meant what I said. I don't pretend who I am bitch
Fight against the system just a make a grand
But we still cypher in the summer while we smoke a gram

None the greater, none the wiser
So pass the music like a spliff and you can be the lighter
Ignite the fire, admire what we lost
But don't spread hate around just to garner applause, that's weak


Let the horns come out 
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Let the horns come out 
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now 

Like I'm whoring now
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Like I'm whoring now
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now


Before I go, I gotta message for my people
We looking at the person but we focusing on ego
Back then, we focused just to gather information
But now we consume it all like Aliens in the station

I'm just saying it's causing a lot of devastation
I ain't negative about it, I'm just trying to be patient
I recognize we got problems that we should be facing
I see that now after rehabilitation

In the lab, all I need to do is work
Focusing on my semantics like a language nerd 
I hear the 7th on the C like the pianist heard
I see the cure and the disease but these lines are blurred

Need a vaccine, for these bad dreams, 
My maxim is to always question what art means, like Rakim 
I ain't gon sweat, just let my conscious run free
'Cause another man's nightmare's another man's dream


Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now

Like I'm whoring now
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
Let the horns come out
I see the people look at me like

Like I'm whoring now
Like I'm whoring now
Like I'm whoring out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out


I see the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
I see the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now

Like I'm whoring now
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring out
I see the horns come out
I see the people look at me like I'm whoring now

Horns

Hey what's good fam, I hope you good
Remember, I was homies with you back when we was both in school
You never graduated, I never understood
You were the smartest person back in the old neighborhood

I saw you on TV, what was that about?
Overnight celebrity, OD on some charlie pow
Yo that's some gangsta shit I never even thought about
Pacino in Miami or with Sonny, adios and ciao

I'm feeling the nostalgia
We used to dream of manors with hangers filled up with dollars
While smoking marijuana, we reaching for nirvana
mountain lions in Nevada, or perhaps in the savanna

We used to dream of Havana
Smoking Cuba's best cigars with Castro in cubanas
I know you feel encumbered by the weight of your medulla
oblongata, with the weight of revolution lying on your shoulders but


We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana

We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana


Hey what's good, I hope you feel better dude
I hope the medication is still something you consume
The homies and I visited but they didn't let us through
So I'm writing letters hoping the message just gets to you
	
I read this article the other day, I guess it's true
They say comedians are more likely to have depressive moods
So that changes how happiness is to be assumed
'Cause you're unhappy but you were always were the funnest dude

I always viewed them as lucky and super blessed
But all these negative emotions were just simply suppressed
So I guess, we never really know when are depressed
Until the demons in your head visually manifest

I hope you're getting better won't be long 'till you coming home 
And I sent some pictures of a place on your phone
Pictures of Havana
I'm hoping we can go, when you finally regain some stamina


We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana

We used to dream of Havana
Smoking a cigar, sipping on pina coladas
We used to dream of Havana
Filling up my cup, barbecues in La Fontana.

We used to dream of Havana
I was gonna get a souvenir for my abuella
We used to dream of Havana
Chilling by the beach while we singing with gitaras


Hey man, you've been there for quite awhile
I ain't tripping though these things really take awhile
So I'm sending you some files I compiled
Of old projects we used to do when we were juveniles

I hope you find some inner peace
I'm glad you're off the drugs, man addiction is a disease
I'm happy for you dawg, soon you'll be back on the streets
Leading protests and screaming fuck the police.

You're always fighting for the underdog
I'm glad you fighting for yourself now, slam it in like tomahawks
This'll be a new beginning not an epilogue
We're swinging back: full force like a pendulum

We're channeling Havana
You was always Che, and I was part of the armada
Every sorcerer needs to recharge his mana
We're about to box, sayonara to Pandora


We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana
We used to dream of Havana

We used to dream of Havana
Smoking a cigar, sipping on pina coladas
We used to dream of Havana
Filling up my cup, barbecues in La Fontana.

We used to dream of Havana
I was gonna get a souvenir for my abuella
We used to dream of Havana
Chilling by the beach while we singing with gitaras

Dreams Of Havana

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
So long, so long, so long


Been part of the story before
Arrow tip through the clit, acid trickle down your pores
Fickle minded whores, nickel diming hoar, sickle and abort
This a monologue burn a synagogue

Write me in a blog, I'm moving the cog
Machination, Repulsor ray, thunder shock
Mighty Kilowog, demons shrug, bully Beelzebub.
Geass activate with a look of love

No time for time for amateur hour, the age of Aquarius
The apparatus filled with potion, turn all humans ravenous
The alchemist, with no knowledge of all the elements
Spitting a bible verse but yo, there ain't no testament

The benevolent vice-lord, I strangled them with mic chords
Got my mind on the dummy and that dummy's just a bore
Phaser, turning them vapor, sayonara check you later
Shook ones needs to know, calling this the Alzheimer

You ain't Dragunov, he's Dragon-soft
A cheap knight call him a Hasselhoff
The reflection from a puddle 
Not so sharp realize as he mighty morphs

To my surprise, look at the devil's eyes
and realize that the eyes are mine
To my surprise, look at the devil's eyes
and realize that the eyes are mine


I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
So long, so long, so long
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
So long, so long, so long


Been part of the story before
Just another motherfucker at a loss for words
I thought my mind was a weapon to demolish the earth
But a voice in my head got me losing control

Cold is the winter when I'm living in ice
Feel the fire in my belly when I'm losing the light
losing the fight, but the demon never called "check"
In my cortex is where the contest takes place

Never ever thought I was dead, never thought the worse and
Now I'm feeling like a motherfucking lunatic with Wilson
Bring this motherfucker a Pilsen
Let me raise a glass to the demons that hell sent

What were your names? Abaddon and Maou?
Belial and Djall? I've been knowing Gremory, she well-endowed
A sin greater than the most devout apologies
When the melody hits;

I'll never be the same again
Damaged and I'm living in my heart's descent
Your passage unforgiven in my dark revenge
I feel the shakes in my body like Parkinson

Decadent days, a decade in a devilish haze
I feed the ghosts of the past in a violent blaze
Darwinism ideology promoting inequality
Radio waves pointed at my enemies


I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
So long, so long, so long
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
So long, so long, so long

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Composed, Mixed, and Mastered by Antonino Rodriguez
Photograph by Gab Mejia
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Mixed & Mastered by Nino Rodriguez

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study on polyrhythms, tonal harmony, modes, and unplayable piano compositions

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Arranged & Produced by Nino Rodriguez 
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Lyrics by Nino Rodriguez & Nicole Angela Judalena
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