Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny endears listeners to Poe Picasso’s dichotomous worlds of hope and despair, success and failure and life and death, all the while championing the righteous ideals of humanity. A conceptual album backed by strong religious undertones, Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny is glimpse into the heart and soul of Brooklyn’s latest star prodigy who sees music as his life’s calling. 

Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny is available for free download here: bit.ly/exhibitbmanifestdestiny

The download also includes a unique interactive digital album booklet which can be previewed here: bit.ly/exhibitbalbumbooklet

(Verse I)
I’m a Brooklyn representee, since entry been #1 MC, I simply clutch cannon like MC cause men be, like snakes trying to tempt me, I send thee under soil bout ten feet, cement feet, underwater where the fish be, you can’t breathe, due to jealousy and envy, scrutiny true indeed…

He is so immaculate…

Never friendly, befriend me, keep your distance bout ten feet, I’m ten deep, not denim but my men be in ten Jeep’s, pure shooters like Kulinski, convince me, you don’t want it evidently, we empty about a hundred like century, through entries of your windows, bullet holes through the cupboards and pantries…

He is so immaculate…

(Hook)
Ok, lil’ mama what’s up/ok, fly lady what’s up/ok, to my niggas what’s up/ok, hustlas what’s up/ok, drug dealer, what’s up/ok, money maker what’s up/ok, to my boosters what’s up/what’s up, what’s up, what’s up…

(Verse II)
And the money’s supplementary, we simply split the profit like the Red Sea, we deadly, on the look out for the sentry, consequently any wrong move solitude in the penitentiary, but the 20’s still roar like the Gatsby, wardrobe Dicaprio try your best to catch me, still over niggas heads flight attendee…

He is so immaculate…

Subsequently, it’s in me to be driven in a Bentley, I indeed view my life elegantly, I fancy bad bitches no panties, Basic Instinct entry, drinks complementary, they’re on me, transactions never pending it’s all free, on her body like Ambi she’s all me, cause…

He is so immaculate…

(Hook)
Ok, fly nigga what’s up/ok, lil’ homey what’s up/ok, tag popper what’s up/ok, gun runner what’s up/ok, big spender, what’s up/ok, all my strippers what’s up/ok, all my smokers what’s up/what’s up, what’s up, what’s up…

(Verse III)
And my talent just immensely, cements me as a Force like MD, I gently give signal then my men squeeze at any adversary that potentially conspires against me, no suppressors when it wets you like Screech; like Fit Club Celebrity, tires or a banshee, given halo’s like B so angelically…

He is so immaculate…

The young male Maya Angie, my pen be just as bad as Meyer Lansky or Bugsy, catch me in a teddy bear tee or rugby, bug me I get antsy then ugly, all the smiling and the joke seize abruptly, hidden right under the car seat, disrupt me, armed with hammers within arms reach, so trust me, just chill B-Real like Cypress Hill my nigga…

He is so immaculate…

(Hook)
Ok, New York what’s up/ok, DMV what’s up/ok, Chi-City what’s up/ok, Californ what’s up/ok, ATL what’s up/ok, M.I. Yayo what’s up/ok, Houston what’s up/what’s up, what’s up, what’s up…



Immaculate

Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny endears listeners to Poe Picasso’s dichotomous worlds of hope and despair, success and failure and life and death, all the while championing the righteous ideals of humanity. A conceptual album backed by strong religious undertones, Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny is glimpse into the heart and soul of Brooklyn’s latest star prodigy who sees music as his life’s calling. 

Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny is available for free download here: bit.ly/exhibitbmanifestdestiny

The download also includes a unique interactive digital album booklet which can be previewed here: bit.ly/exhibitbalbumbooklet

I never wrote a verse solely purpose for writing one, anything I wrote I swear I put my life em’/I’m grown I don’t make music for little fuckin’ kids, no elementary flows talking some stupid shit/I can’t fit in this category of new rappers, I grew up around drug dealers and gun clappers/I was ecstatic when my cousins played Illmatic, I was young but conceptually I easily grasped it/these younger rappers complaining Hova is too old, the rock bands never bitched about the Rolling Stones/when it’s set in stone no rapper hinders my growth, whether a metaphor from Jay or an Electronica quote/these older rappers don’t intimidate of frighten me, when they were my age they weren’t half as nice as me now/and excluding Nas or Andre 3000, since 18 I’ve been putting it down/Exhibit A was like a modern day version of Rae’s classic Purple Tape without the backing or distribution from industry labelmates/hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on…

(Outro - Ten)
When you told me that you loved me, you said that you would be with me from now until eternity/then you left when things got ugly, this can’t how it’s gonna be, this can’t be how it’s gonna be...


Eternity (Feat. Ten) (Interlude)

Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny endears listeners to Poe Picasso’s dichotomous worlds of hope and despair, success and failure and life and death, all the while championing the righteous ideals of humanity. A conceptual album backed by strong religious undertones, Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny is glimpse into the heart and soul of Brooklyn’s latest star prodigy who sees music as his life’s calling. 

Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny is available for free download here: bit.ly/exhibitbmanifestdestiny

The download also includes a unique interactive digital album booklet which can be previewed here: bit.ly/exhibitbalbumbooklet

(Verse I)
Said it’s miraculous, adjectives rolling off my lips, melodic phrases turning pages as I reminisce/in my lament I think about the realness, I know that I’m the realest, and at times it’s hard to deal with the pressure of being a rap successor from the golden era, my predecessors were great, so I gotta be better/never the less it’s a difficult act to follow, try not to choke, chewing off more than I can swallow/my mind boggled, but yet in still, I’m still trying be the youngest rhymer in the Hip-Hop Honors inducted/in conjunction with to anything legendary, I told my man Coyo I wouldn’t be secondary, and I meant it, my debut album must be cemented, indentured lyricism on the path of all the legends/cuz I gotta be that nigga, want to be the first Poe and not the next Jigga/inspiration…

(Verse II)
I said it’s me against the world not the planet but the wide web/everybody’s numb, “Night of A Living Basehead”, downloading fixes, Megauploads to upload and uphold daily dose of prescriptions/crack condensed in the form of a lyric, Ice-T blatantly stated that Soulja Boy killed it/I’d be ashamed if a legend ever played me, knowing how much work that I put in on the daily/school me never, a product of Tougher Than Leather, immersed and enveloped in this game/it’s coursing through my veins, through my arteries, this artistries apart of me, been wanting to leave but this shit keep calling me/spirit and conviction, I hit never miss and I play against myself due to lack of competition/this is me, no gimmicks or facades, gotta be the next Poe, not the next Nas/inspiration…

(Verse III)
And to the children growing up without fathers, or positive male figures, I figured my lyrics, if you ever hear it, could clarify distortion and the noise, could help fill your hearts and your voids, so just listen to my voice/even Harvey Dent flipped a coin so that means you always got a choice/you always got a voice, whether it’s subjective or objective or suppressive, I’mma hear it and express it/my literature is scripture, a doctrine, it assists you like John Stockton, if ever there’s a problem/I know we got problems that still need fixing, mentally enslaved, a product of Willie Lynch’n/growing up ashamed in substandard conditions, lock and detained, held for wrongful convictions/that’s why I put on for my city, gotta be the first Poe, not the next Biggie/inspiration…


Inspiration (Feat. Ten)

Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny endears listeners to Poe Picasso’s dichotomous worlds of hope and despair, success and failure and life and death, all the while championing the righteous ideals of humanity. A conceptual album backed by strong religious undertones, Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny is glimpse into the heart and soul of Brooklyn’s latest star prodigy who sees music as his life’s calling. 

Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny is available for free download here: bit.ly/exhibitbmanifestdestiny

The download also includes a unique interactive digital album booklet which can be previewed here: bit.ly/exhibitbalbumbooklet

(Verse I - JonnyGo Figure)
I got so many ideas coming out of my head/I can’t function right, I can’t sleep at night in my bed/I sit and wonder what’s my purpose on this Earth or am I better off dead/or is my purpose on this planet to deal with the bullshit instead/well it’s a long road to travel, well it’s a long road to travel/but I stay strong winning my battles, but I stay strong winning my battles/well it’s a long road to travel, well it’s a long road to travel/but I stay strong winning my battles, but I stay strong winning my battles

(Verse II - JonnyGo Figure)
McCauley in my veins, Musical Youth in my tape deck/my big sister upstairs practicing safe sex/nobody was around to babysit dude, so all there was to do was to order pay-per view/watching beautiful girls up in the nude, I had an idea of what I wanted to do/go jump inside the TV and the fantasy come true and runaway from my reality turned blue/in the land of hypocrites and parasites, there’s always motherfuckers trying to come and take a bite, but your objective is to make them lose their appetite, to sit back relax and enjoy your apple pie/“O’ pirates yes they stole I, sold I to merchant ships”, help me most high/draw my weapon, use protection, this is my redemption, my redemption…

(Verse III - Poe Picasso)
You see my father wasn’t around and my momma wasn’t neither/either she was out 
travelling or just rambling/stress I couldn’t handle it, hypertension not to mention deep depression I had to find a way to creatively channel it/nobody was there to console me, hold me, or tell me that they loved me, God, I’m so ugly/why am I so high but feel everyone is above me, why am I so fly but feel my life is so disgusting/don’t judge me, you ain’t God and don’t know me, so fuck what you think nigga blow me/never had a silver spoon, danced to a different tune, needed my own space, tired of sleeping in the living room/when JonnyGo did “Born This Way”, yeah I was on my way, down the wrong path, speeding fast, burners on my waist/like Poe, “who you beefin’ with?”, truly I don’t even know, probably my inner demons and my devils that I never show/I always had a point to make, always had a point to prove, they want to see me fail so bad, I will not lose/I will not bruise, I won’t even break a sweat, they love to see me miserable, they happy I ain’t make it yet/those the same fuckas when I make it that I won’t forget, keep your friends closer, they the one’s you never would expect/to pull a straight Selena, grab a nina heat your flesh, it really wouldn’t surprise me all the greats meet an early death/or pull a Marvin Gaye and cock a gauge, twist of fate, killed by your own kin, the jealousy of Cain and Abe/I see the hatred from a block away, that’s why I’m watching, your brothers be plotting like Larry Troutman/trying to kill me in my sleep, but I never rest, I’m at my best, nothing breeds animosity like success/so I show these niggas, no regard, no respect, they love me when I’m walking, fuckin’ hate me when I’m on a jet/that’s why I’m quick to jet, never will I socialize, you fantasize, while I’m really out here getting mine/these redemption lines, emancipate myself from mental slavery cuz only I can ever free my mind/and those were words from the great yardie, Bob Marley/if you tryin’ to stop me, you better have a fuckin’ army, or a nation of millions, billions, trillions, to ever even smudge on my brilliance/Brooklyn’s in the building and don’t ask me how I feel about these other niggas cuz honestly I don’t feel them…

Redemption (Feat. JonnyGo Figure)

session roughs

Crash Dummy (Unreleased)

(Verse I)
Good morning but I'm angry when I wake up/uniform on clockin' in man this place sucks!/proliteriate lifestyle wanna abandon it, but I'm depending on it without it I can't pay the rent/looking at my stubs like "damn, where the money went?", 35% automatically to the government/garnishing my wages, the days I requested to take off got taken now I can't go to Vegas/stuck in this hell hole, can't wear my Jordan's or shell toes/company strictly enforced dress code/now I'm in the lobby uncomfortable shoes, forced to smile at the secretary not to be rude/and to make matters worse, a coworker quit, so I'm working double hours just to cover the shift/and I just came in, damn seven more hours/how to make it in America? make ya own dollars!

(Verse II)
Can I get a dollar my friend to get my dreams off the ground, I'll pay you back when I can/you see my city never sleeps, neither do I, out in Hells Kitchen looking for a piece of the pie/trying to flag down a cabbie but they passing me by/freelance, networking on the Lower East Side/had a dollar and a dream, a pocket full of lint, eight dimes, four nickels and an extra set of keys that my friend gave to me, she ain't want me on the street, when the marshals through me out, when I couldn't renew the lease, when I couldn't even eat, the only place I went was 2 Bros. pizzeria cuz the slices there were cheap/my dad worries bout me whenever we talk, he says you can't make a living out of Barney's NY/and if you want somebody to invest in you, you gotta show 'em what you did not what you're going to do, in America!

How To Make It In America (Feat. Aloe Blacc) (Remix)

Respect The Name (NY) is a song off Reformation http://bit.ly/poepicassoreformation

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Mic check 1-2, 1-2, they shook, halfway crooks, the Brook coming thru/and the rumors weren’t true, I know rap here been slackin’ as of late, I apologize for them now lets set the record straight/attention, all corny rappers about face, find the nearest exit, Flex would drop a bomb in a second if you niggas were halfway impressive/its like Clinton leaving office on a high note, then Bush took it now look at what we left with/that’s how I feel about this, New York rap or the New York Knicks/I juxtapose the cons and the pros, everything is trash at an all time low/I suppose nothing good last forever, but I beg to differ this nigga keep getting better/each letter tells tales of the next, your choreographed raps can’t follow my steps/your style is rehearsed, I switch of styles every verse, you should worry it’s only getting worse/feel me, you wish you could, niggas sound like Eddie Murphy saying “that boy good!”/rose petals thrown at the bottom of my soles, you walking with a king, you peasants should of known/the worst thing to do is get me in a zone, cuz I black out, eyelids after they’re closed/ good night, long kiss, new New York, not 1996/I gave you classics back-to-back like Sir Lucious Left Foot and 3 Stacks in the Cadillac/Exhibit A was raw and uncut, Exhibit B came and I stepped it all up/ya’ll niggas talk about nothing, I know Big rolling in his grave disgusted/is this what he died for? along with Pun and L, for them I roll L’s, let the liquor pour on marble floors, farewell/send my condolence, preparing for the future while I’m living in the moment/looking for a loophole in the game to sell records like Josh Groban, I need a feature with Justin Bieber let’s get dog/niggas step up to the plate, what you hitting for? I need more and whatever supersedes it, the difference from me and you, you wants it, I needs it/fuck the games, I’m MIA for them “Paper Planes”, New York motherfuckin’ City, respect the name/ fuck the games, I’m MIA for them “Paper Planes”, New York motherfuckin’ City, respect the name!

Respect The Name (NY)

Clean It Up

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I need to see a whole lotta dough, I need to see a whole lotta cash/I need to see a whole lotta dough, I need to see a whole lotta cash/in my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash/in my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash/in my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash/in my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash/so tired of waiting, so tired of waiting, so tired of waiting/I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash/so tired of waiting, so tired of waiting, so tired of waiting/I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash... 

Sobbing as I bellow, cursing the heavens like “Why we gotta peddle?”/my niggas on the treadmill, it’s like we losing weight but we moving in place/but we still pedal on, Tour De France, Lance Armstrong on a vicious cycle, so trifle/they don’t like you when your skin is filled with melanin in a corporate environment and you’re equally intelligent/fuck dwelling if the work is moving and product is selling, sell it, who am I to pass judgment?/my attitude is fuck it, the same niggas perpetuating negative stigmas are my niggas I grew up with/so what then? I can’t shun them, cuz at one particular point I was them, looking back when rap music was hardly grossing, up until Russell and Rubin pried the doors open/now it’s imploding, like the Towers did, back to that same Earth, that founded it/this ain’t how I want to live, I had dreams of being fulfilled and maybe I can have a kid/but life never plays the way you intend it, I used to love H.E.R. now I hate the woman I wanted to have it with/a thug changes, love changes and best friends become strangers, word up/that bar was borrowed from Escobar, drugs, money, pussy and power steering expensive cars/.45 in the crease of my drawers, interlude, in my lifetime, truly yours, p-pause…
 
In my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash/in my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough, I need a whole lotta cash...

In My Lifetime (Interlude)

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(Verse I)
I pull strings I’m Jimmy Page in his younger days, looking for heaven no direction to that stairway/where’s the airplay? no New York niggas on the airwaves, I tripled and bypassed like surgeries/it’s ok, we ain’t mad, we let ya’ll live, we’ll take it back, ya’ll had ya’ll fun, some even created a buzz and I commend you for an admirable run but.../now it’s time to take it back, the gig is up, the trend is wack, I’m picking up with Christopher left off before the shots were let off in the side of that 4-door/will they ever catch the killers? probably not, they say the Crips did it, me I say the LA cops/and NY cops and the FBI, so fuck ‘em all niggas hate to see a brother rise/and if my words get to Voletta, know your son lives we’ll never forget him/and I put that on every word that I scribe to transcribe this song, if you feeling it just nod on...

(Verse II)
Step aside I’m the man of the hour, I love my city, no Tiffany Pollard, New York thank me/“Heaven Sent” like the sister of Neffe and the biological daughter of Frankie, frankly, it’s my time now Hov’s getting old, no one else wants to claim it so the “City Is Mine” now/I know, I got ahead of myself, but I’m way more qualified than everyone else/you see I’m young and I’m fly and I sound like New York in it’s prime, nigga admit it I’m a hell of a guy/I Daily Show you losers how I do it, the Jon Stewart of music, far beyond joking and spoofing Judas/I know you see that classic Polo shit, this for my Lo-Lives collecting Polo knits/New York molded it, now I gotta crane, wrecking ball, bulldozer it, old ways we over it/corny rappers used to hide behind beats now they hide behind street wear and BBC/and if you feel that line’s directed at you, holla at me nigga do what it do... 

Rockin' With The Best

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I heard this song and assumed it was Drake's yo, the same style, the same beat, same rhyme scheme and same flow/this shit is ashame yo, all these niggas fuckin' sound the same, these niggas is lame yo, way too many passes in this game/who the fuck cosigned them anyway? thank God it's 2012 cuz if this was back in the day, all these niggas woulda been shelved/too many dickriders, way too many damn pencil pushers who lack skills to be tastemakers, reselling old product to the new consumers/what's poppin' Houston? tell Face I'm still playing The Fix, if it ain't UGK, Trae, Z-Ro, Keke, I ain't playin' that shit/can't forget the homey Fat Pat and the entire Screwed Up Click, 25 lighters on my dresser, got the air hole tec with suppressors we don't play that shit

Changing all my 50's to some single dollars, up at Sin City with my peoples/dancing on the pole her body's so hypnotic, all my southern mami's yeah I see you/Henny in my cup, say we don't sip Codeine but we got love for all them southern G's/I got that Henny in my cup, say we don't sip Codeine but we got love for all them southern G's

Our cars be widebody, got niggas who Crip, got niggas who Folk, got niggas who Zoe, got niggas who blood, got niggas who Godbody/got a few who caught bodies, came by my crib to stash heat, Chinatown bus on Allen Street headed OT evading homicide police/Houston they call it plex, Brooklyn we call it beef, got niggas with pending cases, whose names I could never speak/nah, don't autotune him, my nigga be really crooning, shittin' on your favorite rappers, no sign of a bowel movement/these niggas is disillusioned, they must be poppin' pills, I must be out of touch since when NY niggas keep it trill?/keep it trill? sucka nigga that's southern slang, this the remix fucka, kill yoself Kurt Cobain

Changing all my 50's to some single dollars, up at Sin City with my peoples/dancing on the pole her body's so hypnotic, all my southern mami's yeah I see you/Henny in my cup, say we don't sip Codeine but we got love for all them southern G's/I got that Henny in my cup, say we don't sip Codeine but we got love for all them southern G's

Poe Picasso - Henny In My Cup (Feat. Charles Laboss)

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I find beauty in all your imperfections from the quirky way you dress, taking three hours in my bathroom on your hairdo, when you're done scene looking like a mess/hair all clogging up my sink, why you couldn't put it in a bun?, that's just how a nigga think, I'mma sweat it out when it's all done/don't mean to sound raunchy but, I really wanna fuck you with your drawers on, let your titties hang, you can leave your bra on, ankle socks with your white, blue and grey IV's on/no heels tonight, I think you gonna need some grip, I seen this new position in this porn flick and ever since then I've been trying to give you all this…love/kisses and hugs, yeah right, X and O's, I love your French manicured nails but I hate the design you be getting on your toes/with the rhinestones, them shits irk my nerves, nonetheless baby girl I love your feet, the little nuances and idiosyncrasies about you is what makes you complete/like how you sleep, breathing hard b/c you're nasally, like how you're inner thighs be rubbing when you walk but you got a strut worthy of an agency/like Elite, Boss, Ford or Q, girls like you deserving of a full page spread in Vogue magazine or the W, make Ebenezer Scrooge spend his bread/during sex you be so loquacious, making real pretty, ugly ass love faces, although the head ain't great, you graze, I appreciate the effort you making/look, no woman is perfect, gotta learn to accept their flaws, cuz through it all they hold us down, they bail us out and they accept ours/look, you was there when I was going through it, even sent me money through that Western Union, gave me mad clothes when your girls was boosting, only person I ever let critique my music/you known damn well you can't sing but let your favorite song come on and you sing it, you don't smoke but you crush my weed and you open up my beer before you bring it/I love a woman not afraid to be a woman, no little girl tendencies you play your role, and you know just when to be aggressive and when to be submissive let me take control/I ain't looking for no miss perfect, real talk I don't need no dime, just give me an 8 with a real nice shape, street smart, book smart and I'll be fine, Poe!

Nobody's Perfect

Exhibit A: The Real Hip-Hop Project is Poe Picasso’s introduction to the world. Poe rhymes over a slew of instrumentals from some of hip-hop’s most esteemed producers and uses his superior lyricism, charisma and innate song writing ability to cater to hip-hop purists and mainstream audiences alike.
credits

Exhibit A: The Real Hip-Hop Project

Libra Scales

Confused I Was

For My People

9th Inning

Attention Deficit Disorder

Is This Life

Outside

Respiration '07 (Feat. Influence & Problem Child)

Two Words And Then Some

Waste Of Lead

Wake Up Call

By The Bulk

Good Evening Folks (Intro) (Feat. Lights Out)

Part artist, part poet; part MC, part noble savant. Poe Picasso embodies the artistic ingenuity of Pablo Picasso and the vivid imagery of Edgar Allan Poe. A true artist, never compromising and never content, Picasso can transform a blank canvas into an aural masterpiece.   

Hailing from the Canarsie neighborhood of Brooklyn, Picasso's music is at once juxtaposed by tales of the cautionary street life and a keen social awareness. As a virtually unparalleled lyricist, Picasso effortlessly weaves his stark observations of the everyday struggle with the universalistic claims of life's truths, the byproduct of a rare street acumen seldom seen in hip-hop today. Possessing the innate ability to toe the fine line between mainstream and underground, Picasso endears fans of all types while deliberately catering to the young and disenfranchised.

The highly regarded release of Picasso's first two mixtapes, Exhibit A: The Real Hip-Hop Project and Exhibit B: Manifest Destiny, has elicited the type of praise and admiration that was only once reserved for New York's holy trinity – Biggie, Jay-Z & Nas. Having worshipfully studied and absorbed the vaunted works of luminaries past, Picasso's sound has a familiarity that is offset by a unique and untold story and a voice that has yet to be truly heard. It is that voice; righteous, self-empowered and profound, that will carry the tradition of New York's most revered MC's and serve as the voice of a new generation.

Poe Picasso

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