"Knowledge of what is does not open the door directly to what should be."

Callisto (gnosis)

Mulholland Drive

Long Nights At The 711

SO REAL

Talon Lucas & Charles Wright Duo Live @ Art Avenue

[Original Track] - Oooooooooo by Butch Dawson @ButchDawson off the KIM tape. Blessings to Butch for once again letting us share this out. you can grab the original instrumental track and other Butch Dawson tapes up here: https://jujuanallen.bandcamp.com/album/kim

Thanks to Fat Tony @fattonyrap for coming through on this too all the way from Mexico. He's been down there doin a residency but still came through with the mean verse. Much love to Tony on that.

And this ridiculous artwork is by my homie from way back, Kyle Mabson. You may know him from Charge It To the Game fame @ChargeGame or from being the guy who ran your sound at The Smell in LA at some point.

No reeaalll mix. Definitely no master. Just bars.
Blessings to the almighty Llamadon

Mazatlan Flex Freestyle - Hemlock Ernst & Fat Tony(prod. Butch Dawson)

Wrote this in the fall of 14' and recorded vocals for a demo to shop around in the bedroom June 15'. Tried to find another home for it since the beat wasn't mine but never did. 
Been sitting on it all this time and figure it may never see the light of day, so why not just put it out.
I've never put up somebody else's beats without permission, which has always held me back. Got tons of songs written over other people's beats I don't know. Orphan rhymes. 
So if you mad at me FlyLo you can find me easy.

unmixed unmastered
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kill for the pleasure, but only with the word
measured by the hand, unspoken herb
nurse the wound of your enemy
be the bigger man
but don't touch the heart
or name your pets in haste
death has a face, a date, a taste
mildew stained bookcase
old shoes on the staircase
stomps on the ribcage
body parachutes
crawls under landmarks
darts from burned bridges
fuck intellectuals
me raw human
grammar doesn't  link 
where body lies ruined
scent of cumin on the carousel
saints grieve artifact
drips in a cowry shell
paints with a buddha sack 
666 not a twisted crucifix
just symbols side chained
grimace purple piss stain
car on the side road
marooned poon lamphere zoom
my man shakespeare's gloom
he don't know baltimore
simpleton--thinks all he needs is a dollar more
needs his mommy though
wave choppy flow
in a world of pink slips and policy drones
it's the heartless ones that always seem to make it out in the end
the good die young, unsung, surrounded by friends
where it’s good and plenty, and 3’s a crowd
misery hates company now
in a darkened shroud
pencil  taste got me talking to a grizzled face
up in the mirror like,  adjusting to the stage
it seems healthy when it’s written bluntly on the page
and seems shifty when it’s spoken through a jealous rage
in signature lines the temperature blinds  
the innocent eyes, that christen the vibe 
devise my therapy, arabesque, sung naive melody 
in days of the sun, we danced and played merrily
living in caves, under moons we planted cherry trees
settled beneath grass huts and straw tapestries, opened
circles in our chests, woven from the loom
spoke too soon now our family leaves the room
where uncle Mac jokes with Mary Beth’s ghost
Aurora still a dust bowl swamp on the coast
in the deep damp charm of my loss
where the cotton folds lily white roses embossed
linen bluebells set wet in the moss

tell’m i love them and leave them alone
no need to wake a sleeping giant y’know

tell’m i love them and leave them alone
no need to wake a sleeping giant

Talon Lucas & Charles Wright Duo Live @ Art Avenue

Talon Lucas

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