Wock Not Henny

The Seaside Sway

I never though any of this was possible. I stuck to my guns. I stuck to the words. I left the goofy shit at the door and kept 100. 5 years later, because of y'all I am here.
I pushed my chips in and never looked back. And put on in a way that I never expected. Y'all gassed me up and I took a fight straight to the major labels. And distributed myself. Collaborated with legends. Dominated merch stands. And kept every dollar.  And I can say I did it because y'all expected me to. I also did it because I am a bastard from Michigan and I have been fighting like hell to be on this earth. And my word is bond.

Vegas is my home. And connecting with local artists is my thing. I invited Las Vegas artist Sir Ace along to tell the story of a hungry emcee with no fux to give and nothing to lose. On a mission to dive deeeeep into the underground world of hip-hop secrecy..... To become one of the illest mother fuckers on the face of the planet. 
-Larry The Ghost



For More Music From Sir Ace: 
https://soundcloud.com/sirac3

Nothing 2 Lose Feat. Sir Ac3

Since the start of my life, nothing been alright
Ball wit the Nikes, might fall in the kite
A star in the night, I’m talkin tonight
With these bars that I write
Creepin from far sight, that’s right...
Boilin water till the royalty is slaughtered
Ploys I caught up, it’s coy of me to talk em
Get noisy I hawk em, destroy or I toss it
Boise to Boston, I keep walkin
Look what you lost in... Fiend for this
Something so meaningless
If you seen how it get, they’d leave me to death
My way seem correct, I’m deemed inept
Deep as the trench, listen to the song
But havta read the rest, check..
They mostly illiterate, I had to scribble it
They fiddlin, split the dividend
Before I hit the trigger swift
Fake ass bitch, take the mask off
Lights up for the last call
Sharper than cat’s claw, off the bench
Not for basketball, I’ll outlap y’all
How could they give dap to y’all
Filthy hands, your smile’s really a sham
I could feel it man, either finna steal my plans
Or I don’t know... Some straight hoes
Ain’t that the way it goes
Play wit the dough, not easily manipulated
Not followin stipulations, tryna grip the paper
Before they inflate it, diminished wages
I see it as stripping the nation
After the demonstration, in the incinerator
In a different element, where your drip is irrelevant, tell them kids, those brands won’t  help you wit shit, I’m meltin this
Heavenly pen, but hell in the tip
You be deader than Elvis, they overzealous
When tryna make me jealous
They got nothing better to do
And I’ll never give a fuck, cuz I’m better than u
Not egotistically, a morbidity committed to me 
Speak the forbidden speech, nobody missin me cuz nobody really listen to me
Statistically, they meant 2 have an obituary writ 4 me, so I’m switchin seats
Stare at the skyline, when’s it my time
Every night I find a line to describe
The chaos goin on in my mind
I try to be nice, it ain’t ever get me shit in life
Once a different Mike, now spit it on the mic
Cuz of what I dare to be
They don’t really care for me, it was rare 4 me
That somebody was really there for me
I guess that’s part of it, it’s not hard 2 love it
They seem to snuff it, so for me the image is smudgin, think I’m luckless, like fuck it
Do you need love or the money?
Either way, karma tryna cuff me
You dumb if you judge me
I showed you something so ugly
We can see beautiful too, I knew a good view
Only a good few understood what I’m thru
Now I’m lookin 4 loot, while u cookin the soup
The melting pot, I can tell you it’s hot
Taste like velvet and scotch
Felt a shellshock, Molotov rain hell in the drop
You got got, no reversal, continue 2 lurk thru
Spit a verse or two how the truth could hurt u
There ain’t pleasure without pain
The lectures I’m bouda say
Let me reroute the way, I doubt u could aid
Especially wit the treasures down in the grave
Measure sounds by day, hey..
See what they try to do, always lie to you
An Einstein aloof, waitin to find the booth
Align the roof for the stars to shine thru
Primed wit the proof from a grimy youth
True.. If I’m lyin I’m flyin then dyin on the horizon, I never really hide shit, the books open
Coulda broke in, understood I loath it
No time to sugarcoat it, keep it uncut
Scenes I’d run amuck, duckin the judge
The jury on the up and up
Feel the fury of an uppercut, what..
Iron Mike when I’m on the mic
You’ll get clipped on sight, drift tonight
But I look different in the light
Get it right...
Representative of flipping the negative
Switch the repetitive, gimme a second then
I was livin for less than this
Chase the better shit, could it be effortless
When I’m karma’s next of kin
Representative of flipping the negative
Switch the repetitive, gimme a second then
I was livin for less than this
Chase the better shit, could it be effortless
When I’m karma’s next of kin

Karma’s Next of Kin (prod. by Rev)

Where u at

making this shit while im bored because everybody needs to have fun once in a while

The recipe

DEATH

When it comes down to it all you just got to go and do it. What are you waiting for? A demonstration? I hope not. Be the leader and implement your value while you are staying true to what you just do. Just do it.

Where u at

ThBenj