This is my first rap/hip-hop album. The album is currently finished with 6 songs.

The Flow State

(Original song)
*Beats are from Tantu (@tantubeats)
*Recorded on Voloco
Expect more raps in the future

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Pick apart your flow 
Boutta open these doors 
Kickin it till you fall 
Bam, hit the damn floor 
Life’s like a rhythm 
Puzzle like an algorithm 
I ain't done, it ain't finished 
Yuh 
Get ready to diminish 
Stolen beats will prevail 
Drinking from the holy grail 
Thinking on a scale 
Songs aint never getting stale 
Even all my fails got de- 
Tail, which you’ll never get 
Loose strings all set 
You got your net 
But no fish biting yet 
Won't ever accept disrespect
Just decked 
All from my neck I just checked
Yo 
Only focused on the now 
Only finna spit my vows 
No clownin around in that state 
Wait, just gonna finish that straight fame and game that’s left on my plate 


🎵🎵🎵 

Verse 2:

Yeah deep in the underground 
You the one lost 
But I'm the one found 
I know that both of us are crossed now 
And I know that I ain't the one to go down 
Anyhow, 
Have you ever tried so hard? 
Have you ever felt so damn small? 
Ever thought after this you’d be winning at all? 
No? Homie I guess you better call Saul 
Cause ima boutta make this case unfadable 
My mind’s in check, call me Mr. persuadable 
But it’s alright 
We try to make terms polite 
No fight 
Limelight 
No appetite 
That’s insatiable 
We can make our bonds be sustainable, unbreakable 
Cheers to making it another day
I got too much to say but gotta keep it at bay

 
🎵🎵🎵 


Verse 3:

Alright Joe, so now that you heard my flow 
You’ll catch my drift when you swerve by the speeding zone
I got raps for days 
I never paid for gains 
I got hardship to praise and love 
Let me count the ways… 
One, it helps me retaliate 
Two, it gave me the truth of life 
Three, it established my seamless flow 
That I’ve used for all the strife in my life 


🎵🎵🎵 



————————Ending———————— 
Shout out to Tantu, provided the beats 
It’s my first song, won’t be my last 
This is the flow, don’t forget it 
We out!

Flow

(Original song)
*Beats and instrumentals for most of the song are from So Many Ways - G. A. Q. 
*The sample at the start of the song was originally going to be the whole basis of the song, but then I switched because it was lacking substance in my opinion. I sampled and tweaked that at the start of the song and just decided to use it as a brief intro (it didn't turn out to be). (Sample from Peter Shade - Debbie's Daydream)
*Recorded on Voloco



Motion

(Lyrics start at 1:19)

Lyrics:



Verse 1:

Motion, keep it rolling in the ocean
Keep it cool as I cruise the explosion
Just to come up for air
I'm bare-boned, but to me, life is just fair

Play your part and stick it
Kick it to the rhythm and you'll see
Life ain't so different

Melody
As I drop on these beats think it's neat
Vocabulary spills, I'm complete
Pressure always targeting the leaks
Leaving their bushes to get beat, blank sheets
Don't need to feed
Patch up, you'll be on your way
But don't worry brother
You just gotta know that it may fade
A disarray
Visions going grey I think I'm boutta pray 
To the only god I know, left astray

I can't go now
I set my vow
I wanna make it out

I raised my brow
Realized motion was the how

Yeah, it is the motion!

Motion

Motion




Verse 2:

Realized from the wayside 
I never got my clique
So I took a dip
Let me freak the funk 
As I tell my trip

Focus on my plans
Never threw hands
Listen to me here
Outsiders, they can't touch ya
Punch ya
Clutch ya
Until they doubt ya
Cause they just spikes on the road
Which is why I set my zone
Pick the right cup, sight up
Write your dreams, be unstuck




Verse 3:

Round three motherfu-, wait let's stay friendly
I got my riders cruising all in straight Bentleys
Cruisin the scene, never felt more pristine
As we clock our glocks, plan went full stop
I drop, only to avoid
Annoyed at the sight of you taking roids
Criminal schemes I try to avoid
Take your ground and I'll take mine
Don't cut with me throwing gang signs
I'm only fine if you let me be
you see
The only gun that'll be shooting is from me
So, I'm here
I'm there
Troubled fiends will come close to me now
Beware
Fool, this damn town square is bound to give you a scare
Regret, the only thing saving you so don't forget
Look, we ain't no real threat
Man don't sweat it
My pistol's far from tripping
It's dripping
So don't wet it
I think I made it clear, accept it

Motion

(Original Song)
- Beats and instrumentals respectively owned by "Jazz Liberatorz" (Song: Blue Avenue "2009") 

Lyrics:


I got 1 song
I got 1 chance
I got 3 flops
So let’s advance

The beats the stuck (pause)
It’s running like a record player’
But the layers’
They fighting like they making prayers’

That’s what I do
At first ain’t got a clue
Composing poets throwing random thoughts 
With the glue

That’s Rhythm baby
Through and through
Listen up, not dissin’ otha’ brothas
That ain’t true

In the 80’s rapping a-attracted ladies
And Mercedes cruising high, no limit — great ease

In the 90’s rapping spoke from the heart
Not forgot, something that this generation lost 

But what stood against time were the rhythm and rhymes
Cultivatin', activitin' precious wordings of time

The type that’ll make ya think, let ya sink in the moment of prime
So ima pass a drink after ya take all-a this in

Huh? Thought I was done?
Wouldn’t be any fun if I thought-a end this song at verse one 
It just begun, got my pen n pad, mixing up concoctions just like breaking-in bad
Writin every verse with contemplation, making my marks downtown, I dont need-a salutation, got no destination, no explanation, just imagination
 


Let’s take it back



(Slowed section) 

Take it slow
Know that I don’t rap for show
You never know, unpredictable is my name 
Erratic flows won’t stay the same
Punches are the only thing i throw
So watch for the blow

(Slowed section end)



Verse 3 
I’m a sailor lost at sea
Looking for new ways to see
The all-seeing, no green-seeking
Rap machine
I’m a king 
Ima find
Ima rule 
Ima try be nice but keep my cool
Until I’m cruel

Gotta switch-up 
Ima go
I’m a dual—rapping—a—bot
I’m never lackin—a lot 
Gotta 9 in my pocket
Just joking; ima drop it

But that’s the truth of it all
Seeing the rap ability stall —
Just to make profit 

90s ran the stuff 
Leavin’ new rap to crawl
Let’s appreciate the roots —
Alleviate all disputes

Y’all just watch for the next rival 
But never see what’s deep within 
Like mob like survival, of the fittest that is
It’s engraved in ya skin 
Let’s make rap the richest, where it all began

Look all I’m saying is we gotta relive real rap, rhythm, and rhyme 
Not just trap that ain’t standing the test of time
Stay away from crime, let’s make rap like we in the new prime

It’s rhythm baby 

It’s rhythm baby

It’s rhythm baby

I said it’s rhythm baby


~Ending~


Shout out to “Jazz Liberatorz” for the beats
For real we setting people free with this heat
We out y’all — peace

Rhythm

(Original Song) This is Pulse, my fourth song off of my album “The Flow State”. The beats are respectively owned by “Prod by Canty” on YouTube. Hope you enjoy this experimental song!

Lyrics:

Intro:

Yeah
(Mind GamZ) 

Pulse 
Pulse
Pulse
Pulse

Pulse
Pulse
Pulse
Pulse 
Ah


Hook: 

Pickin’ up the pace
I’m draggin’ out the race
Finna win first place
I got ‘em finishing in last

No matter the skill
And no matter the will
Anyone can pass the real test just as fast


Verse 1:

But what matters is that you’re true
To the game — that’s what you do
For the fame — don’t pursue
I got logic. Stick like glue
Pocket rocket — I just threw
Grown in size, burst like glue 
oohhhh


Bridge:

Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up

And I got to raise
Put game in phase
Gotta make displays
Even if I never get praise


Verse 2:

Look 

I’ve been through good ‘n’ bad 
Don’t got dough for designer bags
But I chinga cha ching when I whop yo ass
It’s a payday having me spit some facts
Maybe those you’ll (re)member in your afterlifes
Maybe those that’ll stab you like a knife
Maybe those that’ll spread out like a rife
(Insert gunshots sounds)


Break:

Let the state of flow 
Put you in the zone
Pulses are all we know


Hook:

Pickin’ up the pace
I’m draggin’ out the race
Finna win first place
I got ‘em finishing in last

No matter the skill
And no matter the will
Anyone can pass the real test just as fast

(Repeat)

Pickin’ up the pace
I’m draggin’ out the race
Finna win first place
I got ‘em finishing in last

No matter the skill
And no matter the will
Anyone can pass the real test just as fast


Verse 3:

It’s pulsing 
It’s pulsing
Don’t know what to do
It’s pulsing
It’s pulsing
I ain’t got a clue
They say pursue the true in you
But my heart is saying “who knew?”
Heart’s giving me heart attack
Thought rappin was not the move
So ima keep it a stack to you
Guess I’m coming back in black
Cuz im absorbing all the heat from trap
So ima eat this track like a snack

Hanging up lyrics from the rack
So I reuse every word I pack
 I never slack — try not to lack
Can’t think I got my rhymes to stack
Ima be right back with a pin ‘n’ tack
Hang you up like a depressed sack
Maybe then i’ll get my diamond plaque
Too stiff — I need my bones to crack
Don’t intercept; I want no hack
Ahhhhhhhh

Mhhmm Canty on the beats
Alright, let’s do this one last time


Hook:

Pickin’ up the pace
I’m draggin’ out the race
Finna win first place
I got ‘em finishing in last

No matter the skill
And no matter the will
Anyone can pass the real test just as fast

(Repeat)

Pickin’ up the pace
I’m draggin’ out the race
Finna win first place
I got ‘em finishing in last

No matter the skill
And no matter the will
Anyone can pass the real test just as fast

Pulse

Lyrics: 


Uh
Ye
Ah
(Produced by AyoWithTheMayo)
(Mind GamZ)
Ayo, Mind GamZ. Hit ‘em with another one.

Alright
Order up
Mixin’ beats, cookin’ stuff
Got my fuel, not in a rush
Do you want ma ice in a cup
Or let it cool in the wind, left untouched
No matter the hands that you throw, not one’s a punch

(Punching sounds)

Ha, I told you, wow
Messin’ around, and you’ll downed 
Flippin’ them patties like spongey now
Feedin’ the people rap through the mouth

One sir told me to put fries in the bag
I said “They are. It seems like you have some lag”
He said, “No, no, no I don’t you little fag”
“Hey watch your tone little boy.
Imagine living like me
You see, I live my 9-5 with such joy.
Wouldn’t you agree?”

“God I hate old people”, they went
Funny cuz the kids looked like a younger me takin’ fent.
I never did; only for the comparison was it meant
I hate my job, but it’s just for my rent
If I could leave earth and ascend, I’d do so 100%

Ye
Uh
Uh
100%
Ye
Uh
Gunna 
100%
Yeah
Uh
100%

Anyway back to real story
It’s surge, baby
The rain pouring
I might be on the ground, but I’m high as shit
I might be low on the charts, but I’m lit
I might be unseen by the world, but I’m found inside
I might have voices in my head, but they my alibis

What they don’t get is that I’m a mental thinker, not a runnin’ blinker — dozing off in back in the gap between my thoughts like fuckin’ drinker

My pen ‘n’ pad flowing up to da sky - it’s so high
Receiving all the thoughts from the end, the devine
Tell me who the fuck put you on my shrine? — Do or die

Tell me who the hell controls the game for the fame?
Not lookin’ at us undergrounders, we just get shame
For even mentionin’ our name
It’s just a game
I can’t be so pressed 
If it just stays the same
My god, it’s such a mess
Wipe the fess, and listen to singers who get the best

Aye, but I’m just a man on a 9-5
Why do I try — Idk
So I’m just gunna…

Alright
Order up
Mixin’ beats, cooking stuff
Got my fuel, not in a rush
Do you want ma ice in a cup
Or let it cool in the wind, left untouched
No matter the hands that you throw, not one’s a punch

Mind GamZ. Next Order!

Surge

Lyrics:

Look, I know most of y’all don’t like my music, and that’s fine but
C’mon man help a brother out, y’know?
I’m just buds and a brain
I don’t got a DAW
I don’t got a studio
I’m just thoughts in a world
I’m Mind GamZ
And if y’all can’t see that, that’s your loss
It’s not my fault you can’t see my flow state, alright?

Zenith

The place where you’re seen
A serene scene
A clean screen 
a planetary dopamine
A friend and a fiend

It puts you up, but it puts you down
One minute you got a smile then suddenly it turns into a frown

The final stage of the flow state — it ends now
You’re at your high 
Say goodbye
To the worries that slow you down
But get ready for the beginning of worry town
Keepin’ up status is the quo for what’s at us
If you got grit then I know you’re gunna need that practice
I fear, from the stratosphere
Fame is never clear
Just because you’re high doesn’t mean you’ve drunk beer

Yeah Uh
I’m dozin’ off though
Is that bad?

Anyhow, jokes out the way
What I’m here to say today
Is that all the hard work paid off 
You’re at the top 

At the end of the tunnel
Flowing sounds are subtle
Even though troubles were the puddles on the sunny day
Your muscles helped shovel the puddles out of the way

The divine and yourself are now finally at a peace
No thoughts are floating away 
A zenith state

Zenith
Zenith
Zenith
Zenith
Zenith
Zenith

I reminisce about what I don’t have
I really try, and I really fight to get a jab

In this boxing match of musical stabs 
I get beat and torn for saying shit with a dream
I’m sorry I ever had thoughts of making the team
Sorry I ever tried to pursue something I like
But all I get are chokeholds and motherfucking strife
I really don’t know what the world wants anymore
Makes me feel more poor than the kid I was before

Oh

When I will make my mark?
Why’s it called Zenith when it is dark?

When I will make my mark?
Why’s it called Zenith when it is dark?

When I will make my mark?
Why’s it called Zenith when it is dark?

When I will make my mark?
Why’s it called Zenith when it is dark?


When I will make my mark? 

When I will make my mark?

When I will make my mark?

When I will make my mark?


This is the flow state, don’t forget it

Zenith

Play the act long enough, you’ll start to write your own script.