No copyright infringement intended - the instrumental is Loud Pipes by Ratatat. By no means do I intend to sell this production; the instrumental used is for artist promotion only.
Recorded at home.
Lyrics:
We're slow-cooking rhythm in the rap kitchen, listen
For every boy and every girl in the world with a vision
Thinking they can't rise above the standards they've been given
But I say go for gold, f*** all their contradictions
They toss us in the kingdom, but they're only trying to feed us
The lions are on the prowl, the only one's left are the cheetahs
We're hiding in our conscious so you know that they don't see us
And even if we try to cheat her we know that she won't leave us
So we stand against oppression, Tunis with the lessons
A little self-reflection with a little introspection
When the camel's back is broken into a million little sections
The Western view is synonymous with misconception
Taking refuge in the solace of the comfort of a promise
Broken though the vow was kept sacred though it's heartless
We're moving to the rhythm of none that were before us
The revolutionary apocalypse is upon us
And we're back to deliver the dose that is the killer
This shock to the liver, the needle to make you shiver
The veil over your eyes cause this world's in the s******
The ether to disappear you to back when it was realer
(x2)
I don't need to mind read
I can see your blind greed
I can see behind me
20/20 hindsight, you can never blind me
This is how I sightsee
They always let the blind lead
Truth in your establishment is not so very likely
Truth into my IV, that's four if you don't like me
Four evils that will serve only to indict me
Fornication, fortune, fame, and Facebook to keep me treading lightly
So when I'm gone you can cite me
I left some me behind me
Right into my mic G
So you can always find me
Like big brother who's inside me
But whenever I'm on my mic
He's not standing there beside me
This flow just got so cold that it might have snowed inside me
And down into my bloodstream that flows the life inside me
Intensely caring like ICU poisoning my IV
Then I just spit it right back up freeze em to an I see
Him standing right beside me
You can't escape his reach, he
Found a way to manipulate your mind to follow blindly
They say don't believe the hype, but the hype keeps me alive,
I'm hyped up on the heroes who rise up to fight beside me


The Hype

No copyright infringement intended - the instrumental is Superstar by Lupe Fiasco. By no means do I intend to sell this production; the instrumental used is for artist promotion only.
Recorded at home.
Lyrics:
They must find it difficult, those who have taken the authority as the truth,
and not the truth as authority.

I left my faith behind me cause it didn't provide a savior
Morality and common law derived from ancient papers
Our desire for destruction is the game of mother nature
The voice inside our heads should be the guide to how we play her
But not the dark defender who targets those of bad behavior
But that good inside your heart that fights the haters of a sane earth
So this is why this pain hurts
Who knows how the brain works?
Or how to really to soul search
Stimulating senses cause they are quintessential
BO in the Oval Office, smell is influential
Catch him at the zoo where his seal is presidential
Don't you try to pet it, cause this one's confidential
So
Keep em at bay like docking the slice of life
Keep your words about you cause they listen when you skype
Mention a keyword and your own their list for life
Slip up motherf*cker, and they take away your rights

OK, and if you are what you say you are, a super nova superstar
Shining down, inch'allah
Then keep your faith like que sera
But I keep my distance super far
So here we are, with the voice of God disguised
With the voice of man writing Devine words from the skies
Hence the rise of a business that taxes for its lies
To profit from a blindness forced over their eyes
Proletariat sickness endorsed by super lies
By the superstars that keep us compromised
I'm on a mission while you other rappers just spitting
Jay Elect a vision spitting venom and hissing
Anti-establishment position cause we living in prison
Encircled and conditioned by what Bilderbergs envisioned
Tweet about this new seed
Post it to your news feed
March and collide til the red white and blue bleed
Bleeding out quick cause we moving at a new speed

We got
Questions and answers, but the answers are hidden
Uncover the wrong secret, they'll toss you in prison
Manning a victim of corrupt politicians
Cause they'll lock you away, and beat you til you're pissing
So you're pissing and sh*tting thinking this wasn't the mission
Transparent leadership, you gotta be kidding
The Madoff vision is the king of the kingdom
They bought your soul, and had your future re-written
They'll take it from you, like the feeding hand was bitten
The invisible hand gave you the finger from the beginning
The puppetmasters are grinning
They know that they're winning
Even though they quote their God
They are forever sinning
So join me to defy the invisible eye in the sky
High above near Heaven, the Eagle is on the fly
Watching a movie with you so you'd better be wise
Grab the popcorn as this protagonist cries


SuperNovaSuperStar

No copyright infringement intended - the instrumental is Keep it Cheezy by Alex King. By no means do I intend to sell this production; the instrumental used is for artist promotion only.
Recorded at home.
Lyrics:
And anyway, I'm staying in cause it's a cold night
Just me and my mic, solo with the red light
Close my eyes, there's a crowd in front of me
Preserving this moment, spitting live at MSG
Can't phase me, bumping Brad Paisley
My roots stay with me, Colt McCoy as a baby
Texas in my heart, H short for H-town or maybe
It's hot sound, or maybe it's, Heaven
Never forgetting that home is where the heart is
MTL for the moment where the snow is retarded
Aiming at the world, trying spread some of this
The target is everywhere, like going drunk to piss
Now maybe, you can have a little of what I'm on lately
Kyle Lowry cool, they go Artest crazy
Product of my environment, so don't blame me
Jeremy Martin, Scorsese
Departed from reality
Lu Myself, staying off that Cali tree
No good for me, I'm on this new ish
Hitting fresh air, passing on the bongs the spliffs
Keep em going mental with simple instrumental
Put your hands air in you're feeling sentimental
My feet on the ground, no clouding my sound
Upload to soundcloud, let my download astound
x2
I've never been that type
To Chris Bosh flop on Bulls, no enzyte
Staying up, like I ODed last night
Dirty minds fuel the fires I ignite
This the sound to keep you bouncing in flight
The E inside makes you warm and excites
Entourage close, keeping up with the Chase
The bras interlace, getting V, like Natalie's
Face, the mirror and the Guy mask sees ya
Fawkes, that's amazing, no black and yellow Steeler
Wale disappointed kicking back with some reefer
Never a good idea to try and f*** the dealer
So, uh, shake it like a seizure
No stuttering for words, remember the amnesia
The game is so prude, I'm only trying to feel her
I keep my stone rolling though they cover Justin Bieber
Flowing like denial through an alcoholic's system
Diamond in the rough, you're pissed cause you missed him
A contract for this, could really go the distance
At his age, he'll take the cash, no resistance
But shackles don't suit me, not my kind of jewelry
My Jewry plays with numbers and doesn't sue me
No PC here, I'm a Mac in tosh point O
Stand up, spitting fire down to your soul
Devil in disguise
They must have missed this, when I was baptized
Try to stay calm, but they want you up every day
Anyway, embrace the chaos, then give it away
Red hot chilies in your mouth keep you fired up
Spit flames, follow Tunis, and riot up
We stand against oppression like a cheering section
Then do the wave, Arab world insurrection
Don't look at me funny
When I say, I'd buy the world with monopoly money
Cause the monopolies already bought the universe
Trying to cash my mic check, so that I can be reimbursed
Keep em going mental with simple instrumental
Put your hands air in you're feeling sentimental
My feet on the ground, no clouding my sound
Upload to soundcloud, let my download astound
x2


No Clouding My Sound

No copyright infringement intended - the instrumental is Oldshit with Breakbeat by GitDatBeats. By no means do I intend to sell this production; the instrumental used is for artist promotion only.
Recorded at home.
Lyrics:
I remember way back
We used to sip juice boxes on the clay patch
Outside, in the dirt, laid-back
Not care in the world, playback
Recess away the stress, now I need that
We used to sip juice boxes from our lunch box
I would go to school, with a pattern on my socks
Nothing to do, no alarm on my clocks
Innocent eye to see the world, baby cyclops
I can still remember jumping on the trampoline
The biggest threat back then was a vaccine
But I survived those, so I show off
That I can do a backflip in the pool to cool off
I always wanted to grow up, but that never give it up
The freedom of innocence, and not to give a f***
But time keeps going and passes you right by
Look at the night sky, see the light but that light died
Now, what are becoming
Grown up, but still loving the fun, we're fun-loving
In the sun, with someone, uh, now who's coming?
Rub the lotion in your back, then hit the wave running
The forums blowing up cause his sound is foreign
Don't pin him with a label cause that might destroy him
A little endearing, but never boring
The decorum on his chest weighs too much for him
I remember way back
We used to sip juice boxes on the clay patch
Outside, in the dirt, laid-back
Not care in the world, playback
Recess away the stress, now I need that
We used to sip juice boxes from our lunch box
I would go to school, with a pattern on my socks
Nothing to do, no alarm on my clocks
Innocent eye to see the world, baby cyclops
Shout-out to Houston, that shaped what became me
Vibing through my city, swerving on the fifty
Nine to the six one oh, proud to call it home
But let's get back to the time of the Astrodome
I can still remember karting on the 64
Now we only getting carded when we at the door
Going out meant playing in the yard till dinner time
And Eminem was the only rapper that mattered with dirty rhymes
That I was forbidden from hearing when I was ten, thinking
Man this is awesome, how can I be like him?
The innocent kid grew up just fine
Despite hearing f*** on about every single line
Now I'm reminiscing talking s*** and it's depressing
We'll never have it back no matter what we're wishing
Time is unforgiving for those missing on living
So carpe diem, seize it and quit bitching
I remember way back
We used to sip juice boxes on the clay patch
Outside, in the dirt, laid-back
Not care in the world playback
Recess away the stress, now I need that
We used to sip juice boxes from our lunch box
I would go to school, with a pattern on my socks
Nothing to do, no alarm on my clocks
Innocent eye to see the world, baby cyclops
x2


Carpe Diem

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, the copyrighted material has been edited from its original format. Song used: Intro by Alt-J from An Awesome Wave. 
By no means do I intend to sell this production; the instrumental used is for artist promotion only. 
Recorded at home.


Lyrics:
I don't remember my dreams but I remember my nightmares
They keep me up with my screams, the silence my voice tears
The violence my voice bares, backed by the voice of the voiceless 
Screaming til my voice is cracked like that, but in fact, f that, it's pointless 

Triangles are my favorite shape, simple pleasures, simple apes
Real treasures, still escape, two lines, we're never late
But we're late apes, chromosomes, added intakes 
Mere concoctions chemistry makes, add what it takes
Pad the walls for added mistakes

Focus here, focus here, way at the top of troposphere 
Look down at the crop said the puppeteer, the eye gets a little more golden this year, ha, 
We told em we sold em but we hold em endeared
And their peers they ignore cause the gears of the war put the gears on the shoulders of the fears of the poor 

You believe you're a savvy buyer 
But as a consumer hey shame on you
Let me tell you what transpires 
When the social pariahs prey on you

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