Just a promo song for now. I hope you enjoy. 

Lyrics

Chorus (repeat)
Where do i start
Where do i begin
I'm there I've found it
But im still searchin
Pinch me in my dreams
Am i still lurkin
Where do i start
Where do I begin 

Verse 1
So I started off good, the hook brought me back
How Ill begin and end
Is how ill find my tracks
We come full circle
A never ending act
Looked at my past writings
I knew that shit was wack
So i keep writing, improved
Got a lil polish voice got deep
But i'm still novice
since when i started
Sometimes i read my past
And feel blind
Sometimes i feel deaf
When i hear the old me rhyme
Young & Restless
In the end i gotta have a dream
And throughout that REM
Im invested in sleep
Thinking i'm awake
Hoping it's all true
Until you actually pinch me
Realizing, i hurt when u do
I was stuck in the block
With walls of writing and no answers
And so it's hunger
But I drive further
In a lane of passers and goers
I'm stayin in the median
And fine where this is going
Traffic yielding, as I start turning

Chorus

Verse 2
And i'm still searchin
hoping i can get these verses
down before i start cursin
And go off lurkin
Shadowin lifes easy earning
I realized that ain't working
I realize i'm still looking
For a resort to feed me full
Cause now i'm starved
I want a girl to cook for me
Drive me around in that car
Take me out to the the bar
Drink my brains out
Eat out my heart
Crash in the end
And start again so all i got
A Pen & paper, that's all i need
Anything external of me, leaves
Internally, in the mead 
Filling lines of everything ive seen
Have i grown? or should i plant another seed
Roll this paper and leave 
Chorus

Verse 3
So now i'm left with unanswered questions
If i start, how do i end
No more where to begin
Only how it ends up when
It writes itself out like the pen
Made itself be the extension
To my right arm and hand
I payed it full attention
Earned it from pure inspiration
Only start when motivated, in the end obligated
And now i'm cruisin
No more pain when i write
Pure nirvana and i just ride
Like the surfer and the tide
And end when the sunsets
And leave my boat to dock
But the end ain't nowhere near
Cuz i'm stuck in writers block

Chorus (Repeat)



Writer's Block

The daily working routine I experienced while working for Norpac Foods and the reality of what its like. This song is really for everyone who's experienced what it's like to work a 9-5 job. Everyday, clock out-clock back in. 

Lyrics

Chorus 1
Waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go
They want my body to die fast
While my soul burns...

Bridge (Repeat)
Forever on some slave shit
There's plenty room for work get on this slave ship
Whether u working, day, swing, night shift
Plant 6, 7 8 get on this slave ship

Verse 1
Line up with the rest of the crew
Ball in chain to 2
You slave til it's due
You'll slave for every dollar
Every minute of every hour
every day, salivin like a dog, shot collar
With blood sweat, tears u get the whip
If it bleeds it leads
Like pavlovs experiment
When the bell rang his dog spit
Like these rhymes we spit
Slavin at plant 7 graveyard shift
7-95, six days, no dream alive
Only dream In mind is a ball and a beach
But its a bean and a beat
With an hour of sleep
All I got is a beat,
Buying time by the vendors
Since its cheap, I think
Of the expense of needin money, by any means
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet,
And ain't even cashed a check
Or broke a fucking sweat
Back to the labor at hand
More product that comes
More helping hands in demand
Welcome to the machine like pink Floyd
ID Scanned into the machine, you employed
Waited in line trying kill the time
Stood there with 300 others
Thats 300 papers
That we got in front
Then told us to the back of the line, see you later, 8 hrs later
It's time to clock out, your daytime is when I sleep
And when it swings my way I'm ready for 16
But I'm barcoded on my hours and every move
Cuz they keep a closed lid,
On everything you do
So I check the seams
Making sure its sealed
And back to writing shit down
About this kinda work that kills
Every limb in your body
And every sense
The brine got to the mind
It's been hard to even rhyme
Break, as I sit
I think to myself
Someone was here
Same 9-5, again and again
Clock out, time to clock back In
We been workin the ship since our forefathers
From ground up, constructed, we the forerunners
This is our life and this the truth brother
If it wasn't for this, no Benjamin Franklin's
No water, no food, no bed, no covers
If it wasn't for this, no family, brother, sister, father, mother
If it wasn't for this
With blood sweat and tears you'll get the whip
If it bleeds, it leads just like pavlovs experiment
When that bell rang his dawg spit
Like these rhymes we spit slaving at plant 7
Graveyard shift

Bridge (repeat)

Chorus 2
Waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go
They want my body to die fast
While my soul burns slow

Work (Graveyard Shift)

A song my brotha LAC and I put so much effort and passion into. My favorite song of 2016. It's a message so please listen! This song is for all my ri-majols, marshallese, islanders in general and for all my mexicans, and fellow latinos united. Really, this song is for everyone who knows and has experienced the struggle. Enjoy. Peace & Love.

Lyrics

Wake

Hook
Wake... work...
Feed your family....
Strive, stay hungry

Slik's Verse

Fresh off the plane
Lookin plane as day
I Couldn't predict the weather
Couldn't have picked the better
Shoes for America
Just tryna put em together
Cuz we don't know no better
We just choose a number, letter
We plannin to work forever
Steadily climbing latters
Since we've been climbing them trees
The coconut water now seeps
At the highest peak one seeks everything
And so we reap
From sea to shining sea
And We will drown in our beliefs
And we will crown upon our seed
Until that day they swim to see
That one day they will be the man/woman
With their petals fully grown
And a crown upon their throne
To be an irooj, king
We were tall back way back when
So why settle for short cents (since)
We change with every inch
We still fishin in the sea
But we know what's in the wind
Some clouds that reach the highest of plumes
But when the dust clears
We gone be higher than you
Don't test, the heart,
The part
That makes blood pump
Island veins,
Island roots to the brain...
Island roots upon the beach
Island roots upon the tree
Island roots to the branches and leaves
With our firm trunk standing ground
Fighting wind, tidals, waves
That come abound
And Embracing the sounds, effects,
Mushroom clouds, 1.5
All in together now

Hook

LAC's Verse

what the fuck you know about the struggle?
my people they get here, they working, they sweatin, they bleedin
fuck you know about the struggle?
they climbin, they steppin, from the bottom to the top of the ladder
fuck you know about the struggle?
making dollas, so the IRS don't haunt us
but these crackas go bananas, like we moochin off they taxes
its the land of the promise, but they fingers crossed when they walk around us

what the fuck do you know about me?
scratch that, what you know about my history?
my roots run deeper than any apple tree
george washington couldn't chop me down with a machete
my skin is brown just like the dirt
must have absorbed it while i was out pickin fruits
i know all about hard work, sippin on a cold squirt
sweat drippin on my shirt, i was feeling the hunger
thats our hustle
cause our people been strugglin since before the 1900s
crossin the border cause the white man promisin profits
paying us at a margin, stuffin us in they cars and
taking us very far and, workin us til the sunset,
next day do it again, bones brittle and they broken
they call us criminals and deport us in an ICE van
children lookin, where's mommy and daddy?

Hook

Wake (Feat. LAC)

Everybody wants to Be Somethin' and so we made this song for those people. Whatever it is, go be it and do it! I'm blessed to be able to do the music i'm doing right now and i was blessed to record this track with my brothas! Hope ya'll enjoy.

Somethin' (Feat Mr. Falcon & LAC)

Me & Her..... or me and the studio. Listen... 

Lyrics

Hook
My love, my love, my love
Feel me right there
Heal me right here
Your love, is my love

Repeat

Verse 1
What words do I say
What actions to display
Do I leave or stay,
I can't breathe this way 
I can't heed this ache
I can't drink this pain
I can only see face
I can only be based
But you put me on this acid
So high, is the reaction
So fast, is the concoction
So deadly, is the poison
From your medicine
But so lively
Cause I hear it
In your infectious hymns
So lovely, a gem
In This synchronization 
I felt the irony
In all of your simplicity
Your symphonies get me hard 
Now hear my voice
When I charge up your keys 
When I strum with your strings 
We can touch on each toy
I'll give you vibrational melodies
Sensational soliloquies
Cunning linguist harmonies
Let me touch you there
Let me rub you here 
Let me thrust
Let me grab your hair
Now feel my heart
Can you hear
Can you feel it
In the air
Your aura's everywhere (everywhere)
I can't see myself anywhere else but here
Your aura's everywhere
My body is gone
My minds turned on
Nothing but a stare to
Me and her sharing tongue
Nothing else cause we squared
In our circle of a song
And i'm all out of words....
Your aura's everywhere
My body is gone
My minds turned on
Nothing but a stare to
Me and her sharing tongue
Nothing else cause we squared
In our circle of a song

Hook 2
My love, my love,  my love
Will go where you won't dare,
Will stay with me right here
Your pain is my love

Verse 2
You all out of words,
Cant find the adj, action, verb
What's ur next move
I know you like this curve 
I know you on the edge, verge
I know you got the urge
To write me,
But I know you got thirst
Don't fucking quench me 
If you want me, see me
If you feel me, heal me
But I'm no drug,
What kinda shit you on, huh?
Who you think you is thug?
What you think this is love
Rapper please 
You the same voice, same thing
Same cheek, mouth, lips
As every mothafucka I've seen
What's your music theory
Of why you should be with me
What's your history?
I see records, but just small feet
I've ran long to see the things 
I've struggled hard to be at ease 
And just to hear your Slick talk
Just noise with your dick and all
Ill revert to your urge
You got the nerve 
But no pulse
I don't think you feelin me
I don't think you know how much it hurts
I don't think you know the verse
I don't think you know your words
If you wanna do me do me right
Inverse, feel the music
Bring your shit 
Speak into the mic
Be original
Cuz every sound bite
I've heard
And I've heard your
Catchy lines, hook, verse
They will go unheard
None of that me and her

Hook 

Hook 2 (Repeat)

Me & Her (Prod. By Happy Beatz)

Song is about all the what if's, what could have beens, would have, could have, should have, thought, used to be, where we are now, and what's to come in the near future... hope you enjoy!

If I (Feat. Mr.Falcon)

this song is dedicated to the first mixtapes we put out in 2006 when we first started rapping… and the people we used to be then...

intro - L.A.C. & Slik

verse1- l.a.c./slik
straight from 2006/ i was just a young boy, i was just a kid/ i didn’t know anything, i didn’t know a thing/ i was putting out hits like my name was gus fring/ but i wasn’t selling chicken, ya my mixtapes were that pure blue/ hip hoppin cause my cousins show me what’s good/ eminem and dr. dre, snoop doggy dogg, 2pac, and ice cube/

i’m going back in time/ time traveling in the mind/ with my delorean, marty mcfly, mcfresh man/ man, i’m sky high/ in my space of rhymes/ i did my first show in 2006/ year of my rap birth certificate/ from then on a long rap sheet/ where my homie? he fucking split/ what happened to the chick? a fucking hit or miss/ gold digger like west, now i reminisce/

chorus1- l.a.c. & slik
where were you in 2006?/ where’s your homie from 2006?/ what happened to that chick you wanted to get?/ what happened in 2006?/ where were you in 2006?/ where’s your homie from 2006?/ what happened to that chick you wanted to get?/ where you at in 2016?/

verse2- l.a.c./slik
and life is just a dream/ hanging with my homies, just doing our thing/ money be flowing like i’ve never, ever seen/ living with my lover, we almost married/ started this rapping but it don’t bring no green/ they say you get more money with a college degree/ that means i should be making kanye-kind-of-money/ as long as i’m not bankrupt, i think i’ve succeeded/

i always wonder why they call it the present, cause it’s a gift/ this year i’ve been naughty, nah it’s me being slik/ staying on my toes, every step, i won’t miss/ i fly at it like a missile, capture image, no gif/ cause all i want for 2016 are these moments/ living life to the fullest/ spoonfed, i’m eating all the carrots/ looking back on this year, i shouldn’t turn it/ but i punched my time in and now i’m dreaming of 2026/

chorus2- l.a.c. & slik
straight from 2016/ what you got for me in 2016?/ what’s new with you in 2016?/ straight fell off in 2016/ straight from 2016/ what you got for me in 2016?/ what’s new with you in 2016?/ i’ll see you later in 2026/

verse3- l.a.c./slik
and i’m climbing aboard my shiny spaceship/ gonna go to mars and find me some alien chicks/ i’m gonna be rapping on the moon, floating like a balloon, like some interstellar type of flick/ the possibilities are endless, they are infinite/ like the edge of the universe, you won’t see the end of this/ if they write a new bible, i’ll be in it/ the book of l.a.c., call it the final testament/

when i grow up, i hope i’ve earned and articulated enough, rain for my cloudy mentality mud/ cause i’ve been places, still ain’t jack, anticipating no fun/ fee-fi-fo-fum, here i am on my bum/ how dirtier can my hands be in 17, 18, 19, 20, 21?/ five more years, still a stalker, and still on the run/ in 2026, i hope i soak the seeds, i hope i see the sun/

chorus3- l.a.c. & slik
where you gonna be in 2026?/ what you gonna do in 2026?/ who you gonna be in 2026?/ look out for me in 2026/ where you gonna be in 2026?/ what you gonna do in 2026?/ who you gonna be in 2026?/ straight fucking weirdo, 2026/

Outro - Mr.Falcon




2026 (Feat. L.A.C.)

HOMER

Welcome. My music space. Listen. Sing with me. Enjoy. Peace!

Slik

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