Lyrics:
3 30 in the morning 
Everybody but you is snoring 
The phone rang once and its gonna rang twice
Why'd you call in the middle of the night?
Let me find out what this is about 
Hello 

I know that it's late were you asleep I didn't mean to wake
I should know my place
But anyways
I saw this meme it reminded me of you, of the times we had in va2
Remember back then, but now I'm good
I got 4 kids and they sure do miss when I was around 
From their mother I haven't heard a sound
But I take the advice, my life is nice
I got a ride but it's close to impound 
When you got the keys but nowhere to go it feels impossible 
Sorry for the one sided convo 
I guess I should really let you go

I thought for a second, fuck that I'm just guessing my friend is in need of a hug that is felt more than euphoria of drugs

So I respond
What's going on ? In the tone of your voice its makes the most noise, I can hear it now, I fear it now
I know that your down
But if you are so what 
you know from me you get the most love
Friend whatever your going thru just know that I am always with you
Times is bad but so was the life that we had but we continued 
You know that it is in you
Without you around no one can describe our childhood sound
In a selfish way I don't wanna be left alone
You are the closest thing in my life that resembles what was of our home

Silence 
Not a word from the other end
I could hear sniffles from my one close friend 

Thank you
I dont know what's been bothering me
Maybe depression runs in my family tree
I need to get back to was once me, it just feels good to talk
And let the thoughts in my head go off
I got a sawed off, but I put it down only thing I'ma shoot is the baskets at the park in town 
Tomorrow at 6, are you down?
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The convo plays over in my head
What you heard was made of fiction 
In reality my friend shot himself what was heard was a product of my wishin his guts on the ceiling 
I was asleep and I missed his call 
His suicide is nobody's fault
But I can't help but put the blame on myself 
What would have happened if I heard the cries for help
Caught in my own mind so I write it in rhymes 
I am awake and 3 30 is the time

3:30 (Prod. By Ismael Jams)

Most the time I be rhyming with the thoughts in my head
But today I make a change and make a play words I say 
Be the role of what my soul 
Be feeling on the same wave
Let it perma fry the pave 
And it'll make it okay

Music heals the broken 
And the joking is what's on the page
And it's been a bit strange ever since last may
But that won't stop like with hip hop and it evolution 
Fuck it start a revolution 
Fuck it what is it your doing
I know bravado with bottles 
Neck that shit and you go full throttle 
Say this here you too damn docile 
The role of mine is not a model
But I keep it trucking 
Ain't it something 
Last year I was nothing 
But the value of what was you
It ain't new it's been a wound
And You are living proof

I'm off the track
So fuck a Map
Fuck your sound and fuck your raps
It's been a nice change of a place
I've been moving at my pace
The music is reflective 
So my taste will be subjective 
Most the talent is neglected 
But the show must go on
It's a cold song
And we getting older 
Can't be leaning on a shoulder 
But what the fuck is up 
When the reaper say yup
And he's holding up a cup
Yeah it's your time to go
Nothings ever gonna stop the show
You know like a river flows
I been in a time of rhyming 
But defining what's the problem 
And I got em yo


Lately I've been on vibe like saying fuck today
But that won't change my ways my days my rhymes my mind be on a high time stage
But rhyming ain't that hard it's what ya say
Most its childs play
Can you get the fuck up out my face
With your sucker ways
Old school like Myspace 
Jeru said my mind spray
The point of rap is to know that I'm in this trap not holding back
Most around can't fuck with the sound
I've been mowing down 
All these no face clowns 
Mc is lost can ya move the crowd
A tree done fall does it make a sound 
Classic like a fable
Or the record spinning table
RIP the 40 off the label
Tilt it back
And know that
Eye.c done just killed this track
its time to RIP up your whack ass raps
type of shit you don't see much often 
I'm flossing 
Blunt coughing
Yin and yang is one of the same
Who is to blame when there's nothing but hate
In the days of time
Ray's suns shine in my eye sight
Erase my mind right
With this mic's grip tight
Can I tear the fuckin roof off 
And ya mind it blew off
But that's no lost of a cost

Cost (Prod. By Ismael Jams)

FRET (Prod. by Ismael Jams)

N64' (Prod. by Ismael Jams)

PRESSURE (PROD. BY I$MAEL JAMS)

Engineered by Big Shake

Lyrics:
Roll one up and then smoke and wishing 
I'm fishing for words and compositions, metaphors I adore and listen its...
dope rhymes time nine and I will find those words that chime into heard crimes 
End of days is just the start of some and I'm just getting started son, it's the EYE. C one, hit ya nice like a dose of ice and Vicodin 
Sun up to sun down smoke in my lungs now, Lost but I'm found now
I'm just feeling what I'm doing is improvement what else can I ruin
I just rap and attempt to map an outline of my plan of attack 
You don't know my steez, walking anomaly, feeling like I'm lighting when I'm writing and I'm bout to strike now
Ain't no wonder retired plumber when I put that pipe down
Right now is emotion and I'm coasting through all the brags and the boasting 

Paint a picture I see you in it like... Roll a blunt and I see you in the smoke, wait a minute now what's my business I'm just a witness there's no forgiveness 
what the fuck is this all about words up out my mouth better off left out 

Everydays a play
Just to get away
Contemplate the mind leds afar astray 
Get the bank
Flex the rank
End of days 
Amend the hate
What a way to live life by 
Get high and drive by signs that cry out the world is mine now
trynna find the right sound
Expression can be a weapon fuck around and find out
I just feel like riding fuck a flight
In the dark we find the light
Dim nights we spark mic's inspite what they say or do 
Win lot or not like a player do
You can say they truth either way they spraying you
History never lies it just reboots 
bothers you like a cavity do
No gravity dude when u make it up here
So cut the fear all up out your ear
And make the most out of your year
Yeah yeah no yeah
Three to one
Count the vote up
That's a motherfucking nice looking boulder 
Bad for your health like a fucking soda
Don't forget kids EYE.C told ya

Riding vibing through the night
Just keep it real and trill Alright 
In heaven everything is fine 
I'm stopping by the graveyard site
Bounce to ounce what the deal with that other pound
One for the lost two for the found three for the others on the wrong side of sound



EYE. C - Told Ya (Prod. By i$mael jams)

Engineered by Big Shake

Lyrics:
City lights in the night
Reflection on the weapons 
In a minute I kill it they feel it i live it i did it can you dig it
Get with it
Only one that can do it in a minute you could loose it 
If your choosing who your dissing than your foolish 
Who bitch you bitch
Glock of the rhyme it got full clips
Clock of time hip hop do this 
Walk with a bop like the flow dont stop
It sho gon pop til the ten toes drop
This that away
Bitch haters say
We just rolling hard on the comp
If I could I would stop
The rhyme and the steeze be Immaculate
That's the wish 
Pass the spliff 
Master this
Vibes in the tribe everyday of our lives just proud we survived we just glide from the dive 
I'll show you the life of the mind
ridin
with the homies and I'm feeling like I'm O'shea 
I'ma tell like an OG motherfucking told me 
when you feeling lonely remember that your okay 
Never look back on the broken track remember it's just your old days
Take it back like the cap was a raiders
If my mind is a 9 then I sprayed ya
High score I got the mind of a playa 
I got the sight and I'm am danger 
Keep the street on a beep like a pager
Once upon a time eye.c made a rhyme
Happily ever after is mind over matter
Beats killed
He will
Demolition the mission ain't nobody missing 
End with a rhyme scheme shine so bright that its blinding
Over the look like I'm the shinning 
You stand still I be vibing 
Aaaaaaaahhh shit
I smoke alot in the apocalypse 
The problem was who the prophet is
Until 98 when I exist 
Flows so cold
But the snow gets old
I rhyme to rap, not to explode 
If to implode that means I'ma be unseen in the mist of debri and dreams
Cause if I fail then I can tell 
That I done well
And that's the deal in the hood to back of the woods to bankers and poles
To the rats off the streets and the cats that impose 
and the gats that explode 
And its uh
Shit show that is skitzo and the RIP shows when the wind blows stay equipped though dont slip hoe when the trips slow open up the window enjoy the simple symbols
Every word I speak 
It be bumping to the beat
Fuck that 
Everything I rap do it sound like a trap 
Even if I put it down like south on a map
not 1st not second or third 
It just verses 
will it live on through these songs success or the stress or the mess did I earn it
whats behind the curtain is far from perfect yo just fucking serve it
And I'm gone
End of song
I'm gone like I never was here
Dissapear like the steam on the mirror 


EYE.C_

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