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Peace and Panic in the Park

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Last night  was really bad downtown
Crackheads runnin' through the crowd
Police just shrug not much to say
collectively we are not ok

Barefoot peace signs magic folk
Inhale freedom and exhale smoke
Here they come to save the day
Hippies! blast bad vibes away

Peace and panic mixin' well
The tweakers shuffle off to hell
Hippies marching through the night
Shining through the fading light

Dreamcatcher's swingin' in the air
Harmony beyond compare
Drums that echo sonic booms
bounce the crackheads to the moon

Candles flicker shadows dance
Hope is strong in every glance
In Harmony with elm and oak
Saving us with trippy smoke

Peace and panic mixin' well
Tweakers shuffle off to hell
Hippies marching through the night
Shining through the fading light

Peace and Panic in the park

Keep the focus sharp, eyes open like an oculus,
Just another skill you need in today's metropolis.
The streets are alive, trying hard to beat the struggle
Sometimes you just got to cap a mutha fucka

Concrete jungle, it's all about timing,
It's more than just survivin', it's keepin' up and thrivin'!
Out Hackin' knowledge, stackin' paper like a scholar,
Every step forward is from chasin' that dollar.

Crank this shit, wind the volume up high,
It took a lot of effort to look this fly
Street dreams fueled by the fire inside,
Redefinin grind use the power of your mind.

Dodgin' the heat, no retreat, be a solver,
Close calls like Deputy Fife with a revolver.
Danger round every corner, but we still movin',
Plans change on the fly, yeah, we constantly improvin'.

Hustlin' daily, grindin' night after night,
Tryna help the homies to make struggles light.
Never let the pressure crush, yo, we stay divine,
Led turning gold when the stars align.

Crank this shit, wind the volume up high,
It took a lot of effort to look this fly?
Street dreams fueled by the fire inside,
Redefinin grind use the power of your mind.

We ain't no players, nah, we writin' the rules,
Droppin rhymes all the time have you lookin the fool
Verse Flowin slick-wit slayin deep dives
Every verse a story how we made it with pride

Sometimes you just got to cap a mutha fucka

We ain't no players, nah, we writin' the rules,
Droppin rhymes all the time have you lookin the fool
Verse Flowin slick-wit slayin deep dives
Every verse a story how we made it with pride

Crank this shit, wind the volume up high,
It took a lot of effort to look this fly
Street dreams fueled by the fire inside,
Redefinin grind use the power of your mind.

Redefine the Grind

Wah Gwan Di Club

One More Friday

Higher Than You

Bumbaclot! Mi Cyan Believe Dis!

UPDATE - Spotify will not allow me to upload the song as originally titled (Fuck You Spotify) because "It is misleading" exact quote. Talk about censorship. Try it yourself and see what I am saying. They really love to screw with artists. Show me some love if you dig it. If you are a musician, songwriter you most likely get it :)

Fuck You Spotify (All together now)

What happens if you out-smoke the Jamaican's? Well let me tell you a story.

Smoke King in Jamaica

Broke But Fresh

A High Energy Dancehall and Afrobeat Dance track. Show some love <3 Add a fav track to a playlist! Toss out a follow and a heart! Thank you!

Loud & Free

A Collection of High Energy Dancehall and Afrobeat Dance tracks

No Wahala, Big Energy

Billionaire Energy

I "find" this remote that fixes people and well, things get fun. I briefly worry about the consequences and and decide to give it back. JK I gold plate that mf'er and fix everything.

I glitched

Bassline drops, I feel it in my chest,
The drugs got my brain dead, no stress.
Heartbeat pumps to the sound of the kick,
One more hit, maybe Ill fit
.
No past, no future, just here in the now,
Sky erupted I don't care how.
Lost in the rhythm, lost in my mind,
Somewhere between space and time.
.
Take me higher, let me float,
One more shot, one more dose.
Lose myself where the echoes flow,
No coming back, just let me go.
.
 "Let me gooo—o—o—o!") 
.
Body's light, yeah, I'm drifting away,
Chemical rush, dancing into the fray.
Falling faster, emotions ignite,
Chasing shadow through the endless night.
.
No past, no future, just here in the now,
Sky erupted I don't care how.
Lost in the rhythm, lost in my mind,
Somewhere between space and time.
.
Take me higher, let me float,
One more shot, one more dose.
Lose myself where the echoes flow,
No coming back, just let me go.
.
I see the sun, but it don't feel real,
Golden haze,  all surreal.
Gravity fades as I melt through the floor,
One more rush, then I'm gone once more.

Transformation

Eastcoast where I leave my corpse
Glock and my heater in the Porsche
Let it pop I don't even leave a choice
He just talk but I leave him no voice

Real shit talk on the beat I dance
'Cause your girl vibin on my stance
You mad but it's no romance
It just happens, I put em in a trance
Sit Back I'm ah mixin' with the Red Bull
Off top if I wanna I could dead you
Bad bitch she a baddie and she dance too
Said I really like your vibe 'cause I sense you

Look at me now I'm off of the map
They wanna get at me
I never react
But if I come back
Then it's a catastrophe
And I'm off the beat
Like I'm off the beat
Like I'm off the beat
Like I'm off the beat
I don't really know what it is
But you really know what it is
So why you off of me?

East coast where I leave my corpse
Glock and my heater in the Porsche
Let it pop I don't even leave a choice
He just talk but I leave him no voice

East coast where I leave my corpse
Glock and my heater in the Porsche
Let it pop I don't even leave a choice
He just talk but I leave him no voice

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up
And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy
Like I don't know what they askin' me
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up

And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck

Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy
Like I don't know what they askin' me
Like I don't know what they askin' me

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up

And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

Like I don't know what they askin' me

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up

And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

Like I don't know what they askin' me
 
You think sometimes I'm a know it all
But if I can do it all, then that's on yall
I'm done with the funny shit
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm makin hits.
Kinda cringey that your tryin to rizz
And you really don't know what the fuck this is, and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like not my fault your life is stuck
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

Like I don't know what they askin' me

And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

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Dumb AF

Hawt Summer Banger. I'm over here Hatin on the Mumble rap. Is it just me? I would love it if you share this with friends or post it somewhere on social media if you dig it, most people have no idea how tough it is to get people to listen to a track :) TY, Love & Respect.

(mumbles... set it on 10)

Look bro, if it's a shit track, it's a shit track.
Ain't no mix or master going to fix that.

Stop mumbling dude, we can't hear what you're saying,
And so many fake streams from those Bots that you're paying?
I've been rhyming so long I have hair that is graying.
I can do this all day, the games that we playing.

That's just two and a half minutes of white noise and Mumble rap.
Do something different, pretend you're the Cat-in-da-Hat
Because that's where it's at, and how you get Phat.
Cash me outside how about that.
toodaloooo
Up here in Maine, we drive around in the snow.
That's why I have chill flow, I'm tellin ya no-no.
You don't want to hear it though,
Because you're all so so.
I'm still going to tell you bro, because it is need to know.
Reprogram your brain so your lyrics and Vibe will grow.
.
This bass is insane, the beat Vibes with your brain.
Samples and loops are wild and Untamed.
Playing games.
Fanning flames.
Always slick never lame.
Another coded refrain, from up here in Maine, we may talk with an accent but the message is plain.
.
Stop mumbling dude, we can't hear what you're saying,
And so many fake streams from those Bots that you're paying?
I've been rhyming so long I have hair that is graying.
I can do this all day, the games that we playing.
.
Start Prayin
.
You thought this was done, Nah Bro this is fun.
It's unfinished. like a cheeseburger without any bun.
If you go one to one, I'll light you up like the sun.
A second Place trophy to go with your man-bun.
I'm your musical Elder. And you are a child, son.
Now this Mumble Shit dis is complete. I'm done.
.
Stop mumbling dude
Stop mumbling dude, we can't hear what you're saying,
And so many fake streams from those Bots that you're paying?
I've been rhyming so long I have hair that is graying.
I can do this all day, the games that we playing.
.
Stop mumbling dude
Stop mumbling dude
Stop mumbling dude
I know it seems rude
Maybe try a quaalude
.
That's just two and a half minutes of white noise and Mumble rap.
Do something different, that's how you get Phat.
Cash me outside how about that.
.
Are you just slow
Are you just slow
Are you just slow
.
You don't want to hear it though,
Because you're all so so.
I'm still going to tell you bro, because it is need to know.
.
This beat is insane
Samples and loops
Wild and Untamed.
Playing games.
Fanning flames.
...the message is plain.
.
Stop mumbling dude, we can't hear what you're saying,
And so many fake streams from those Bots that you're paying?
I've been rhyming so long I have hair that is graying.
I can do this all day, the games that we playing.
.
Stop mumbling dude
Stop mumbling dude
Stop mumbling dude
Stop mumbling dude
I know it seems rude
.
Maybe try a quay lude
Stop mumbling dude, we can't hear what you're saying,
And so many fake streams from those Bots that you're paying?
I've been rhyming so long I have hair that is graying.
I can do this all day, the games that we playing.
.
That's just two and a half minutes of white noise and Mumble rap.
Cash me outside how about that.
How Bout Dat
How Bout Dat
Are you Just Slow?
Are you just Slow?
Do you need video?
Do you want me go pro?
Still going to tell ya Bro
Because it is Need to Know
.
This beat is Insane
Wild and Untamed
The message is plain.
.
Stop mumbling dude, we can't hear what you're saying,
And so many fake streams from those Bots that you're paying?
I've been rhyming so long I have hair that is graying.
I can do this all day, the games that we playing.
.
Stop Mumblin Dude (fade out)

Just Say No to Mumble Rap

How any given song of mine comes together (trade secrets exposed)
.
So I'm sitting here smokin',
Well, I guess I’d call it tokin'.
Sipping on coffee,
Brain mostly happy.
Nothing on the radar,
Just strummin' on the guitar.
Mind all quiet,
Neuro-spicy, kinda silent.

Self-medicated,
Feeling meditated.
Then I had a thought—
Yeah, it’s musically related.

I think it's kinda hip-hop,
Beat bump, take off.
Mix in a bass loop,
Serotonin brain scoop.
Sample in a (whoop whoop)
Lyrical nose boop,
Whole squad vibin’—
Musical tribe-in'.

This flow got motion,
Like waves in the ocean.
Head nod sync-up,
Body on a link-up.
808’s thump-in,
Heart rate jump-in.
Dopamine blood rush
Musical Blush Crush.

Is it jazz? Is it funk?
Nah, it’s whatever I want.
Chop it, flip it,
Stretch it out, bump it.
No speed limits,
No stress—just in it.
Hit repeat, let it ride,
Musical Vibe tribe.

I think it's kinda hip-hop,
Beat bump, take off.
Mix in a bass loop,
Serotonin brain scoop.
Sample in a (whoop whoop)
Lyrical nose boop,
Whole squad vibin’—
Musical tribe-in'.

I think it's kinda hip-hop,
Beat bump, take off.
Mix in a bass loop,
Serotonin brain scoop.
Sample in a (whoop whoop)
Lyrical nose boop,
Whole squad vibin’—
Musical tribe-in'.

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Self-Medicated, Musically Related

Yeah

I used to give a fuck
Not now
Thought others were better than me
Not now
Now I make songs and misbehave
Some how
This my life
Kung Pow

Not now
It's not up for discussion
Got a new gun
This a different model
Tell me
"Which one is it?"
You see the difference?
And I just went and got a bag
And they mad at me
They sayin' I'm so cocky
I'm on your block like paparazzi

I used to give a fuck
Not now
Thought others were better than me
Not now
Now I make songs and misbehave
Some how
This my life
Kung Pow

"I'ma pull up
Not now"
"Where you at
Not now"
"Where you at
Not now"
And I just went and got a bag
Why you tryna take me back?
And they mad at me
They sayin' I'm so cocky
I'm on your block like paparazzi

I used to give a fuck
Not now
Thought others were better than me
Not now
Now I make songs and misbehave
Some how
This my life
Kung Pow

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Kung Pow Funk

A completely true made up story about this time I had cop issues and my dog bit him in the nuts.
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Drivin in the jeep, speakers go thump thump.
chillin downtown, got the windows low bump bump.
Wavin to a cop, middle finger and a blunt up.
Started stare-in too long, green light and I speed up
.
half mile later see lights and a woop woop
Pull to the right, he pullin' in swoop swoop
Come walkin up like he in the main battle group
1st amendment rights got him lookin like a nincompoop
.
Motherfucker followed me, all the way home home
I think he was hatin'
I think he was hatin' on the smell of my home-grown
Maybe he just rage-in on the home gym testosterones
Better call backup, bring a swat motorhome
.
I got out, he said, I'm sick of your shit
Turn around and spread em, gotta learn when to quit
Then the dogs jumped out, coming straight at the nitwit
he froze too long, they was pissed and he got bit.
.
I knew I was right, but I still got arrested
The dogs are ok, they were just over protective
Why this cop so dumb, is it natural selection
I feel kind of molested, need Justice manafested
.
Was in county all weekend, hanging with the baddies.
Waitin on a Judge, till I get to plead my worries
Finally get to court, trade some legal type volleys
Then it's my turn to tell the court my stories
.
told the whole story and the judge started noddin
he looked at the cop , asked if he was sovereign
Cop told more lies, but they swept in the dustbin
Looked back at me, said any final statement?
.
your boy was coming at me, actin all mad mad.
my dog lost his shit and bit him in the gonads.
now he soundin squeeky, actin all sad sad.
fuck around and find out, it gone bad bad.
.
your boy was coming at me, actin all mad mad.
my dog lost his shit and bit him in the gonads.
now he soundin squeeky, actin all sad sad.
fuck around and find out, it gone bad bad.
.
Drivin in the jeep, speakers go thump thump.
chillin downtown, got the windows low bump bump.
Wavin to a cop, middle finger and a blunt up.
Started stare-in too long, green light and I speed up
.
Motherfucker followed me, all the way home home
I think he was hate-in on the smell of my home-grown
Maybe he just rage-in on the home gym testosterones
Better call back home........
.
Drivin in the jeep, speakers go thump thump.
chillin downtown, got the windows low bump bump.
Wavin to a cop, middle finger and a blunt up.
Started stare-in too long, green light and I speed up
.
your boy was coming at me, actin all mad mad.
my dog lost his shit and bit him in the EXTEND
.
your boy was coming at me, actin all mad mad.
my dog lost his shit and bit him in the gonads.
now he soundin squeeky, actin all sad sad.
fuck around and find out, it gone bad bad.

Po Po Mad Mad

A song about friendship, Me and mi bredda bredda Nitro are always out being too curious and laughing at the outcome. Hope you enjoy, Love & Respect

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBvplnJC0W0 for the YouTube Video, Come be a subscriber! (seriously, it's tough out here) Love & Respect
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"Pope mi bredda! You bring di papers?"
"Nitro… I brought tacos… and 3 ounces in my sock."
“HIGH GRADE BROS TO DI WORLD!”

Me and mi bredda bredda pon a mission,
Buy up di weed like we got a prescription,
Him seh, “Let’s bake brownies,” mi seh “Cool,”
But him bake 12 and nyam 10 like a fool.
Now him stuck inna hammock talkin’ to goat,
Mi laugh so hard, mi nearly choke.
He call 911 seh he seeing star sign,
Dem ask him name—him seh “Bob Marley, online.”

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From Negril sands to the Cali path.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Up in di clouds where only eagles fly.
High grade mischief, no shame in we game,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Drive-through customs with a ganja stash,
Mi seh act cool, him start speakin’ fake patwa fast.
Officer look and seh, “What you sayin’, boss?”
Him seh, “Wah gwan mi bredren, mi just passin’ gas.”
Dem pull we over, mi nearly faint,
Dog start sniff, but it’s curry taint.
Turn out it’s fine, dem just hungry bad,
So we gift dem jerk chicken and they call it a ‘pass’.

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From airport stress to di backyard bath.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Higher than drone pon government spy.
No fear, just cheer, inna haze of flame,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Split the stash inna flip-flop sole,
Drop a nug inna soup bowl.
Laugh till mi tears overflow,
Him try roll one—burn down him fro!
(Wheel it back, selecta!)

Him seh "Let’s grow some inna backyard scene,"
Plant it right next to mi Granny’s callaloo green.
Now Granny boiling tea from the wrong pot,
Said “Why mi feel irie? This taste hot!”
We apologize, now she blaze every night,
Tell story 'bout Marcus Garvey in flight.
Even mi pastor waan try a draw,
Mi seh “Nah man, yuh stick to Psalms, mi star!”

We di High Grade Bros, nah care bout fame,
From Jamaica beach to Portland Maine.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Lifted like drone weh nuh need no sky.
Ganja warriors, comedy team,
Laugh ‘til we cry like we livin' a dream.
High Grade Bros, big up di name,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

American remind me what we were doing again?
Mi nuh know star... but mi know mi munchies dem serious.
High grade forever!

Pope & Nitro, High Grade Bros

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Gen-X misfit. Chief Vibe Officer. Story Teller. Bulldog wrangler. Songwriter. Lover of music. Arguably a lyrical genius making hip-hop House magic. Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In My Lane. Focused. Flourishing. Bringing the Boom Bap. Show some love and add me to a playlist! Follow me on Bandcamp for the latest releases! https://soundpope.bandcamp.com/

Peace and Panic in the Park

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