The Price

First single off the debut "Electro Tribe" EP T recorded by Matt Meli at Orb Recording Studios in Austin, TX. 
This track features Grammy winner Beto Martinez on guitar

Lyrics

Repetition will never turn a blind eye
Pull a trip to hide behind
Halt the need, disturb the primal totem
Of human nature’s alibi 

Repetition will never turn a blind eye
Pull a trip to hide behind
Halt the need, disturb your primal totem

Indiscretion shoes walk a mile backwards
Logarithm of the mind
Motionless orders, graced by time signature
Fate’s only dotted line

How to catch the vibe slippin of the axis
Price of sainthood with a smile
I’ll halt my need, I’ll stop my need

((MOVE YOUR BODY))

Come on, Come on 
One more time for the people, ayeee
Come on
One more time for the people, ayeee
Move your body

Repetition will never turn, never turn 
A blind eye for you, I might
But if I probably will change the top I will
I know, I know, I know

Repetition will never turn a blind eye
Pull a trip to hide behind 
Halt my need, disturb the primal totem
Of human nature’s alibi

How to catch the vibe slippin of the axis
Price of sainthood with a smile
I’ll halt my need, I’ll stop my need

Pyramid Scheme (feat. Beto Martinez)

Trouble in The Streets debut EP "Electro Tribe" recorded by Matt Meli at Orb Recording Studios in Austin, TX. Featuring Grammy winner Beto Martinez on guitar.

Lyrics

This is that new shit
That past overdue shit
Melt your brain liquid

We learn to die for the struggle and
Magnetic rain is falling from my pocket sand
Do I give my two cents back, wash my hands
Mirror image of the scape goats better half

Willing to suppress the ego 
Self righteous can’t step back
Take two breaths let me go
And if I rewinded it
Would it be any different
Let history deny it

This is that new shit
That past overdue shit
When you challenge the evidence
And take control of your existence

Our mothers died for the struggle man
To fill our mind with someone else’s jam
Do I reset my hard drive, go all in
And dare to take the world on
Malfunction
And abort this program
That dictates my systemic de-evolution
I’ll die for my struggle fam
Life pouring from both hands



And this is how you do it
When you challenge the relevance
Of bullshit cognitive dissonance

The alchemy of numbers
Two will never be four
Four will never be two
So how do you recreate?
Two and four collaborate
To birth a new organism
On the chromosomal plane
The fractal continues
Lead to Copper
Copper to Iron
Iron to Silver
Silver into Gold

And this is how you do it
When you challenge the relevance
Of bullshit cognitive dissonance

We die for our struggle fam
Fallin from my pockets, sand
Now do I give it back
Wash my hands?
But if I did it just for you
Tell me what I’m supposed to do now

Come On

Make It Rain (feat. Beto Martinez)

Trouble in The Streets debut EP "Electro Tribe" recorded by Matt Meli at Orb Recording Studios in Austin, TX. Featuring Grammy winner Beto Martinez on guitar.

Lyrics

Who run it, who run it, who run it, who run it
Listen up, listen up
Tryin to get made, not tryin to get stuck
But I’m feelin uncut, hoping that I could pass it and what?
You got feelings inside your brain to give you what you’re tryin to attain
We could give you the same if you would open up that passage way
Cut it back, chasin that
Feelin that, low
You got one chance to let this go
But you will hold your pain
It’s what will get you made
Promise we feel the same
So you can keep that change

Keepin you from what you know
Keepin you from what you know

How can I get paid
How can I feel different bae
I know
How can I get paid, I want to feel
Different

How can I get paid, I want to feel different bae
I know let those fools eat cake
You make me feel different

Cut it back, chasin that
Feelin that, low
You got one chance to let this go
But I will hold my pain, it’s what will get me made
Promise you feel the same
We make you feel
Different

Keepin you from what you know
How can I get paid I want to feel different bae
I know let those fools eat cake
You make me feel

You’ve got some nerve to bite that hand
Bite that hand that feeds you
You’ve got some nerve
Tell that man, what you deserve

You hit that nerve

Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Bounce and it will make a movement

Sop Me Up Like A Biscuit

Trouble in The Streets debut EP "Electro Tribe" recorded by Matt Meli at Orb Recording Studios in Austin, TX. Featuring Grammy winner Beto Martinez on guitar.

Lyrics

It’s passion, it’s high
It keeps me all live, I got
One soul, survive
But if I could just multiply
Give me one good reason why, I can’t
Feel like I’m alive

To keep me on the low
Only we’ll know

Tryin to find clarity
Tryin to keep it from under me
Pop, pop, pop, understood
Mess around get lost in my hood
Now I’m gone for days
Hoping all this hunger would pass away
Babies cry for days like

How can I keep this up
Can’t get these thoughts unstuck
Blink twice a dream uncut
Isn’t living parody what we want?
Keep me from feeling high
Stop me from wondering why
Animal born was I
Green paper money to cover my hide

To keep me on the low
Only we’ll know

All I know
What we were told
You got feel your tame release
To feel like I, could pass and lie
You ought to know, You ought to know

Feel like I, feel like I

Call me a drone, so many miles from home
Smarter than this, thoughts like a parasite start to regress
Amateur at best cause I can’t control this dense beat in my chest
Gone for days, show face one time only too craze
Steal one from your page 
Shoes fit too tight where malady lays
Hold your ties, no one knows you better than the other side
Leave your feelings down and open wide
Swallow it all just to survive
Pursuit of the mind
Pursuit of the unknown, risky grind
Think back to a time
Nothing like retrograde to change your vibe

Things that make you tick
Programmed by time will only make you sick
But if you don’t hear, you don’t hear that click
Well who’s signature are you hoping to fit for now
It was nature’s own cosmic joke how to make you feel alone
Could you reproduce it you’re A Type, stone
When you hit that pocket than you balance own’d

Pop pop pop 
Letting go of vanity, chop chop chop
Double down on ego like I, I, I
Could ever give you more of these words to live by
No one needs my help 
Not a lowly soul, not even myself
Save that oxygen for your own damn self

Cause now we’re back to this spaceship
Now we’re back to this spaceship
And I hope and I pray that you make it
Cause we’re takin it over like
Takin it over like

Tell me how it goes
How am I supposed to survive
If I can’t live a lie
Stuck here bargaining with my own damn mind
What it takes to feel alive
It was what you already know
You were never that far from home
Next departure will leave you seul
Pull that curtain back before you go

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Trouble in The Streets Sophomore EP 
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Matt Meli at The Orb Recording Studio in Austin, TX
Artwork by Scott Locke

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