Golden State Of Mind

Blunted

Space Dreams

Produced by Marcoosy[L]ove & Nano the Soundman

Who We Be (Till Infinity)

Lost In Thought

Lonely Daze

Luv Sic Pt 3

The Essence

New Genesis (Let The Story Begin)

The Journey

Gil Scott Intld

Querida Mama

The Rain

Pac's Roses

Like Me

Nuja's Jazz

I heard they profit of Free-Doom in Amerikkka 
I heard the police are goons in Amerikkka
Heard they elect racist tycoons in Amerikkka 
Heard it's about to pop off soon in Amerikkka 
Heard them say let's make it great again in Amerikkka 
But wait, don't that mean black slaves again in Amerikkka? 
Don't that mean Natives roam the plains in Amerikkka? 
I heard they like to forget in Amerikkka
Who do they serve and protect in Amerikkka?
Who gets the noose around the neck in Amerikkka? 
Who gets away with mass debt in Amerikkka?
Who wants to see us in jail or dead in Amerikkka? 
Only in Amerikkka, 
Only in Amerikkka 

Only in Amerikkka could you find a way to earn a healthy buck and still keep your attitude on self-destruct 
Bad health,
Bad religion,
Mind stuck in a prison, 
Body put on trial by a corrupt justice system.
They killed Martin
They killed Malcolm 
And now they kill children;
When will all the hurt end?
With a fist to the sky, middle finger towards the system;
I was born to rage against em!
Screaming, "hands up! Don't shoot!"
But they don't care to listen
That's why we're on a mission..
So we gotta keep on
And we gotta fight on
Yo we gotta march on and stay strong,
Yes we gotta fight on and keep on! 
Cause what's life if you ain't feee? 
Look around you'll see ain't sh*t changed g 
So how the f*ck could I bring myself to sing about some bling bling 
that don't even mean a thing?
At least never meant shit to me
Being an MC is all that I was meant to be 
The man in me can't stand to see the world fall into tragedy;
We gotta change our course of action G.
Through music we can heal like Michael, Marley and Marvin did;
The world is OUR problem, no matter who started it; 
There's children starving kid,
So check me:
See if history's taught us anything, it's that together, the people can do anything.
Til we let freedom ring.
Til we reach Martin's Dream.
But until then...

(Only in Amerikkka, 
Only in Amerikkka, 
Only in Amerikkka...)

White  hoods dressed in blue costumes 
In Amerikkka 
" Hands up dpon't shoot!" 
Click, clack boom in Amerikkka
Black and brown bodies fill the tombs in Amerikkka 
The concrete rose willed soon bloom in Amerikkka 

The whites want us to be quiet in Amerikkka
 colored people fight, it's  called a riot in Amerikkka
Free speech? Don't you dare try it in Amerikkka
Cuz you don't got a voice unless you buy it in Amerikkka 

It's the evil of two lessers in Amerikkka 
Two snakes, two parties, same oppressor in Amerikkka 
Blood spilled that's the architecture of Amerikkka
 But  people  excavate the hidden  treasure in Amerikkka


Oye me pueblo, que les llege mi llanto
Con cada palabra que escribo 
Con cada canción que les canto,
Soy un luchador esta guerra de cuánto
Que me recuerden como la mascara plateada del Santo 

This is for our fallen brothers and the mothers who cry 
everybody make a fist and raise that fist to the sky 
We are the eagles that descended and we are destined to fly
Together as one , so let's fight to keep each other alive
Cuz They shooting, long before tell us to freeze 
Yo they tried to bury us but they didn't  know we were seeds 
The concrete rose grows in hard conditions like weeds
Somos los hijos de Zapata, we won't die on our knees 
Yea that's right
So people of all colors unite 
Cuz this country still has a million reasons to fight,
That's the reason I  Spit Freely when  pic up the  mic 
 May the music be like Jesus as it's giving you sight
Cuz I write with the soul of all my brothers who've fallen,
May they memory be power, for each flower has pollen
Stand up don't stand by cuz doing nothing is stalling
Don't you all hear the sound of our liberty calling 
Saying
Who's shop, and who's caught, and who shot Tray
Pay your dues cop, your guns hot but we're not pray
Yeah your views pop, but Hip-Hop it just not play
It's a motherfucken lifestyle,
Our Nindo Way
Killa...

Only In Amerikkka

Far away, in the village hidden in the Cov, the Microphone Ronin have spent the last year training, meditating, sharpening their liquid swords for the battle that lies ahead. 

They are the keepers of the crates. The Apostles of Hip Hop. They are emissaries of the Boom Bap. The students of The Real. 

They are Spit Freely. 

They are coming.  

Danger! 
Danger! 
Wack rappers beware!  

"We are the microphone ronin. We are the underground roaches, walking through darkness carrying torches, of truth."

AFRAID TO LOVE

SOUL VIBE

B - SIDE POETRY

ONLY IN AMERICA

THE JUNGLE

Far away, in the village hidden in the Cov, the Microphone Ronin have spent the last year training, meditating, sharpening their liquid swords for the battle that lies ahead.

They are the keepers of the crates. The Apostles of Hip Hop. They are emissaries of the Boom Bap. The students of The Real.

They are Spit Freely.

They are coming.

Danger! 
Danger! 
Wack rappers beware!

"We are the microphone ronin. We are the underground roaches, walking through darkness carrying torches, of truth."

classic hip hop, underground hip hopconscious raplyrical, poetry, jazz, Funkyboom bapbeats

GRIP DA MIC

SUPREME BOUNCE

FABULOUS

SUPAFLYNESS

The Cosmic Adventures of Spliff Dandy and Cpt. Zero

(See You, Space Cowboy...)

#thankyouforlistening

STARSHIPS (instrumental)

NOVA (instrumental)

CASTLES (instrumental)

STARSHIPS

NOVA

CASTLES

"Like an Owl exploding
In your life in your brain in your self
Like an Owl who know the devil
All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl
Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise
In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog

Like the acid vomit of the fire of Hell
Who and Who and WHO who who
Whoooo and Whooooooooooooooooooooo!"

-Amiri Baraka

Land of the Free

Brothers. Partners in Rhyme. Zapata Vive, La Lucha Sigue!

SPIT FREELY

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