This Year

Stuck on the Plan - Leslie Baker x A-Mask

Stuck on the Plan

Leslie Baker, Pirhate, Ezekiel

Prod. by Leslie Baker

Whiskey

Undefeated Cypher

Leslie Baker
Paleo Q
Dragan
Mr Vibe
MaTTi

Undefeated Cypher

The themes and topics of the track reflect the production process (which took about 2 hours in total): it has a spur-of-the-moment, almost freestyled, stream-of-consciousness vibe to it, which is also why there is not really 1 specific theme in this song, ultimately making the lyrics' content pretty vague (as in "not crystal clear").

Lyrics:

Crystal Clear 

I write the cleanest shit 
whenever I’m feeling it 
the ceiling gets blown open 
so soulful dope 
crystal clear cleaning my soul in this song 
it’s over in an instant 
Invincible swordplay so strong 
So long to all my worries, scurrying to that next stop. 
Belly flop until my neck chopped 
Last Christmas I asked for a cast 
casting away the pain of staying the same 
a blast from the past 
Flashback to my ashtray 
deep shit seeping my lungs with something nasty 
pitch black on the last day 
Actually, ask the masked Casper will he dance with me? 
Naturally action-packed but yo that’s gay 
Not really though but all feels considered 
I slither back to the back like a withering willow that’s- 
Off the map, off the grid, gritty wigger 
giving you literally nothing but the shit. The motherfcking lick. 
I’m like Nasa and nascar combined 
the stars align(ed) to ride on 
an icon 
my mind ain’t all nikes but it might be gone when the mic is on. 
You know that, I’m venting to this soul rap, oh crap- 
I’m going overboard 
in sync let it sink in 
Pressure compiled & now I’m drinking 
Going insane (3x) 
I’m going over it again

Crystal Clear

This is my first official song.
lyrics
(Verse 1) 

Catch me zoning to my headphones, 
humming a beat 
I'm in the front seat, blunted 
with the scum of the street 
I'm keeping it dope like opium 
you're what they've already seen 
you only got them bars of soap 
but no, I don't keep it clean 

You see, I got sweet bars 
like I'm a vending machine 
and now they've got me going hard 
before they send me some cream 
but I'm beginning to pen it down 
I'm getting it now 
I'm gonna turn it up loud and never turn back around 
You see, I'm earning my keep 
So don't even speak 
you got the freedom of speech 
I got that freestyle technique, like: 

You feeling the words that I rhyme with 
I'm skilled with impeccable timing 
you're checking the list of your diet 
but stop it, my man, you're a lightweight 
-uh 

I'm only speaking the truth 
when I'm up here in the booth, 
my craft is top notch 
your socks off -proof 

Passing bars 
like an accomplished attorney 
my fire sway the jury 
while the victim still burning. 

(Chorus) 

You can't catch me 
I'm doing laps around you while you sitting in a taxi 
You can't catch me 
I'm up-grading the game, because I'm so damn classy 
You can't catch me 
I'm rocking like a chief of the police of the apache 
You can't catch me 
and if you do, truly, you'll need a vaccine 

(Verse 2) 

If you want to catch me 
you'll have to wake up early 
I'm taking all the wurms 
& the hook's curvy 

So who you waiting on? 
You won't get to serve me 
You're learning all the words 
I let the words learn me 

Your style's plain so I'll land it 
eleventh commandment 
my vocal is like a chokehold 
you gotta hand it 

It's just me killing it 
the minute I get into it 
I'm spilling it, it's chilling 
like a skinny inuit 

No incentive to end this 
inventive sentence 
sell hits 
badmouthers get sent to the dentist 

endless wordflow 
so sit back and relax 
because I'm on some sick shit 
you simply can't catch 

(chorus)

Catch Me

Spittin' some venom.

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Lyrics:

Nasty

Straight venom
Nothing but the best, set it off right
with a mic check (mic check)
Like that
No sidetracks, I won’t get trapped in the cul-de-sacs
The coldest facts that you know of, ice pack & a zoloft
No love if your style jacked - if you
Wanna blend in with the pack
Take this from that -
Nothing left in to extract
Got nothing against theft, man listen
Connect the dots then insert your vision
This my mission 
no intermission 
just wish I could rid my inhibitions - like this
Freeing my mind, with a mic I’m a psychiatrist
Feeling alive when I vibe right, so I might just bust rhymes and write so many times til I fry my wrist
But

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks
Man

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks

If you got soul like me
You’ve got a stolen I.D.
Think you can roll like me
But you’ve got no idea

Straight venom
When I’m gonna hit em.
Every second depends on the rhythm
I’m switching it up
Just an eruption
Or killing spree
I mix the madness with villainy
Listen & get on my vibe - like
This is that shit that your mind - might
Really get into, the time’s right
All about now fuck the hind-sight

Fasten your seat, this is an acid trip,
I be so wavy you can’t micromanage it,
tip of the top on the top of the trash heap shit
I be so classy but still I’m the nastiest

Who got the style & is like me
(No-one)
Everyone taking it lightly
Most tryna to boast I suppose that it’s likely
If not that, I don’t know what it might be
(So)

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks
Man

Who do it for the price tags?
Who for the plaques?
Who tryna move those crews in the back?
Who just an act?
Who act cool, fool around and get cracked?
Ain’t got stencils
Can’t relax
Just got a pencil
And some facts
I’m nasty when I get in gear
In your ear, can’t catch me I’m on my tracks

If you got soul like me
You got a stolen i.d.
Think you can roll like me
But you’ve got no idea

Nasty

Back at it again! This is the 6th track off my upcoming album "ARRIVAL", which talks about finding balance in your life and overcoming your demons.

Lyrics by Leslie Baker
Beat by Leslie Baker

Lyrics:

Leslie Baker - Steady Cruising

One time to get my mind right - mind right
I ain’t really sleeping I’m up all night - all night
Wrestling my demons, no they won’t smite - me cuz
Ain’t nobody like me, I shine bright like a lightbeam
[2x]

Must have been about a week ago
I saw the light and finally realized where we could go if I
don’t go over the border, need some water, ain’t no boredom when disorder takes over but it's important to be sober, oh
But you know how it is
How it can get
Everything is lit
A couple of minutes, man it can turn to shit

I don’t know
Why
Bro
I just know
I try to let it go

Cuz you get caught up in the issues and
Misuse what gives you a tickle
& you get screwed
Most I know they like a trial version, they go hard for ‘bout a month and then deny working, and it’s a poison for the mind it can.. keep me inside, but I been tryna be a mile-pusher
I been tryna grow out all my features till I reach this
New state of being
Where I feel I’m finally free
Now I’m tryna leave ‘em speechless

One time to get my mind right - mind right
I ain’t really sleeping I’m up all night - all night
Wrestling my demons, no they won’t smite - me cuz
Ain’t nobody like me, I shine bright like a lightbeam
[2x]

It’s the curse of LB
Verses filled with steeze
Off the words that I speak
No mercy for the weak

I don’t know yo it’s all with the flow
What I gotta do yo where I gotta go
Who I gotta be well Imma see and let ‘em know.
See these CD’s, that’s me, incredible
My shit is slicker than a centerfold’s centerfold
You’ll need some styrofoam for the next episode

I don’t know where I’m going
But I keep flowing
Gotta let ‘em know

Let ‘em know
Got the eyes so
I can see my goals
Slipping on the ice
In the nightfall
My God
Need to relapse
Take credit for my raps
Fall back into the life that I want to get back so
I’m so done being bashful
Nothing but a blemish on my raps I’m a natural
Cuz I rip shit like an animal
Had you all thinking there’s a motherfucking manual
Most go for the fastforward
I been backtracking now reloading up my ammo
Switching it up, make ‘em stick it up kablamo, y’all some cartoons I draw quicker than my shadows

I’m on that shit that they can’t fuck with
Wicked when I bust it y’all just be flustered
I’m just getting loose on that nastiness
Reaching cruising altitudes now I’m best there is
- Sold

One time to get my mind right - mind right
I ain’t really sleeping I’m up all night - all night
Wrestling my demons, no they won’t smite - me cuz
Ain’t nobody like me, I shine bright like a lightbeam
[2x]

Steady Cruising

This is the 8th track of my upcoming debut album ARRIVAL, hope you enjoy!

Lyrics by Leslie Baker
Beat by Leslie Baker

Lyrics:

Leslie Baker - Where they at?

Where they at
I know they want it stat
I put ‘em on the tubes
Copycats B-flat
I know they ‘bout the lean
Me, I like a little fat
They wanna know the meaning
No, I’m too mean for that

Last time it was a pastime
But I headed back to class
Like a mad scientist just I’m
Not about the fast rhymes
About blasting the tech nine
That’s kinda asinine

But I do wanna do something with it
Too musical soon I’ll be wicked
Cuz the lyrics I craft
This shit is exact
I trap ‘em, I trap ‘em
On tracks make it happen

Just getting my fill
The villainous feeling
Can’t get enough still
I never sit still
I never get over the fact
That the facts that I spit
Are like bricks
That I built:
Just a fraction of it

And despite all my spite
I been feeling
Like maybe I be one in a million

With these hard
Sick sweet bars
Whipped cream
No I never miss these marks
Narcisstic arson
I cause sparks
Going down fax 
on wax
Candlebars
In fact I’m
Too hot to handle
And so
I don’t use a pencil
Shit is all mental

At heart a part meant
for the audience else
All of this bar shit fall flat
So...

Where they at
I hope they want it stat
I’ll put ‘em on the tubes
Copycats B-flat
I know they ‘bout the lean
Me I like a little fat
They wanna know the meaning
No, I’m too mean for that

Yeah

Check out my songs to see me
Cuz all these songs complete me
Like a jigsaw that is sonical
I’m on that shit which you cannot be fucking with

On this
Honest, this is monstrous
Underwater myth
You can call me Loch Ness
Hit em with shots
Like the ones I blew
Like your doctors’ appointments
Fell through
I’m nauseous

Sickness & stones
Running through my bones
Scatterbrained, afraid I can’t stick to the point
Wait... what...

Sickness & stones
Straight through my joints
When I coin sentences
Pencilcase on point
I coin cents and this pencil
Case in point
But when the bass hits your face 
I guess you’ll make some noise

But still I’m here
Get it crystal clear
Spiting images like I’m staring into a mirror
It’s kinda sad
You be quitting this for that
Spitting wild fire tracks
Matter fact now I’m like
Where they at?

Where They At?

The 4th track of my upcoming debut album ARRIVAL, about battling low morale and believing in yourself in the face of adversity.

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Lyrics:

Lately I don’t know anymore
Got no direction to go
My soul is telling me I’m supposed to step forward
And have to step on it cuz accidents happen, act like you know
I might be wasting my time, creating craziest rhymes & rhyme schemes, though as my mind please, that’s what I’m doing
People gaming, staying inside, we always finetuning
But the tune is never fine, and we do this every night
Always hide behind the “soons”, “something to do” & all the lies
But ay
We all people, we all need something to make our feet go
& the journey never done
Always something next to come
It’s just a sequel
So best not to run
Or stress to mess up
I can’t stress that enough
Just
Let it unfold, that’s how I saw it first
But now I’m getting older & I’ve learned that
You can’t stress your shit, hope for the best or try to make the best of it
But if you really want something
Go for it, don’t run from it

Not anymore, not anymore
I’m done with people telling me to just take it slow
Sick of people saying that I’ve reached a KO
Cuz I’ll be OK man, either way it go
And I don’t know if I was made for this, playfulness, everyday I wish that I could know.
Never be leaving my belief in my dream
But knowing? No I don’t

Lately I don’t know anymore
What am I doing it for?
I feel as stupid as a junior, before
I was making these tracks, beats packed with heat, sweet facts, liquorish, but is it actually me?
Felt like art’s extraordinary, really tells who you are
But it also feels so arbitrary now, just look at the stars
And if I ain’t got guts, I know I’ll never lose heart
Everybody wants you to listen to their vision, I’m too smart
It’s a couple of pains, cuz that’s who I am. Lately feel like I’m the same, as everyone else. And I just can’t take it no more.
But I can’t stress my shit, hoping for the best so I can make the best of it. And yeah I really want something. So f*ck what they say, I won’t run from it

Not anymore, not anymore
I’m done with people telling me to just take it slow
Sick of people saying that I’ve reached a KO
Cuz I’ll be OK man, either way it go
And I don’t know if I was made for this, playfulness, everyday I wish that I could know.
Never be leaving, my belief in my dream
But knowing? No I don’t

Lately

Leslie Baker. Rapper, producer, beatboxer.

Leslie Baker

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