Official video: http://bit.ly/1W4j3GZ
Recorded and mixed by Kameeleon.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Hello my name's Cannon
Van City kid with a Van City passion
And the flow contains that shit
That's really sick, talking that's really classic

So educated, no reservations
I just wander and ponder about the mess you making
I just want to conjure images of desolation
And show real. You know these flows kill

You'll need resuscitation or you best be goners. Guesstimating that the guest of honour's
Chest is racing, so let's be honest of problems they left upon us
I'm chronically cynical, obviously pitiful
Wishing I could write for Pitbull to make a bit of dough

Meantime, it is what it is and what it is is just what it always has been
I seem fine, yea but I'm passing out drunk in the hallway again
It's dream time. Don't worry 'bout me, I'm about to ascend. Just watch...

Yo I told these motherfuckers just watch me, cause I'm 'bout to make a million, yeah. A million
Yeah, I said I'm 'bout to make millions. I'm talking millions and millions and...

[Chorus]
Cause Imma make a million tracks, million stacks
Although many affiliates feeling this, this feeling is whack
I could play a million shows, but already I know
For every million fans, man there's a million foes

[Verse 2]
My mind's a mile a minute with only minutes to go so
I'll finish ya. I'm the prime minister
Fried from my indica. Time to time spittin' the
Fine design, sick as the final lines given up

Listen up, when I spit raps like this fast, you get whip lash
I'm speeding, not even your syntax left intact
Get that? I doubt it. Like, what the fuck you know bout it?
This shit that O shouted left this kid astounded

He lost it, I found it. I talk this profound shit
Say my name? Shit, half the game can't pronounce it
How sick? Really sick, are you a fuckin idiot?
Bitch I'm the shit and this kid's just the shittiest

Something like Phineas Gage, the asshole
Don't complain saying I'm a crazy asshole
Just cause I hit the town and I painted that gold
By the same vein, you're a maniac, bro

Or maybe I'm crazy because of the visions of grandeur
Damn, you're just a man on a mission
You're wishing for an answer while you're cannabis ripping
Position Cannon at the top of Canada spitting about...

[Chorus]
A million tracks, million stacks
Although many affiliates feeling this, this feeling is whack
I could play a million shows, but already I know
For every million fans, man there's a million foes
My mind's a mile a minute with only minutes to go so...
Yeah, I said my mind's a mile a minute with only minutes to go, yeah

Mile A Minute (Prod. DJ Premier)

Recorded and mixed by Kameeleon.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I've seen it, I'm confident. I dreamed that I conquered it
I'll monopolize after I rise to the top of it
My competence is as extreme as my dominance
and no one's killin' it like my team is, it's obvious

Not fishin' for compliments, just wish they had the common sense
to respect my prominence when they're just fuckin' clocking in
Just novices and I'm the fuckin' opposite
But still I hear these common hymns from these common hims

That's a homonym.  "Walter Cannon" is a synonym
for attitude, and I'm about to challenge you like cinnamon
So make sure you get your vitamins or vitamins
and get some Vicodin for the direction this is heading it

Make sure you get 'em in, 'cause Imma start hittin' ya
Again and again and again and am I upsettin' ya?
I needed to attack, what you expectin' bruh?
I feed off whack rappers like a predator

[Chorus]
Am I in my head?
It feels like real life
I guess I'll wake up soon,
but in the mean time
I'll just stay in my head
'cause I'm climbing up real high
I'm way past the moon
surrounded by dream signs

[Verse 2]
So what do you do when you're the illest guy
not under the sun, but under your own vanilla sky?
I can reside in a struggle or in perfection,
but do I want to live in a bubble of my protection?

'Cause that's a world where everyone's a projection
of your own subconscious, no human interactions
Just taking, never giving any passion.
Is that a world you want to live in? I am genuinely asking.

Just bask in the thought for a second,
to reside in a world where you have no reflection
The lesson's between the lines but I'll reiterate the same:
how can you know pleasure if you don't know pain?

How can you know leisure if you don't know the grind?
How can you get better if your world is one mind?
Moral is, when it comes to reality you're either faking it
or you need to wake the fuck up and start making it.

[Chorus]
Am I in my head?
It feels like real life
I guess I'll wake up soon,
but in the mean time
I'll just stay in my head
'cause I'm climbing up real high
I'm way past the moon
surrounded by dream signs
...surrounded by dream signs

Dream Signs (Prod. DJ Nu-Mark)

Recorded and mixed by Kameeleon.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Water it down, throw a price tag on it and call it music
No wonder talent in the industry is so diluted
You can't sing if you have to autotune it, I'm serious
A couple puns might make a rapper but they don't make a lyricism

Yeah, you're delirious if you think it's impressive
to rhyme Louis with Gucci, really it's just depressing
You're too bitch to fuck with triple rhyme syllables,
Cannon on the other hand, it's simple.  I'm killin' those

And actually that line was double that
You don't believe me man?  Well fine, then double back
My flow's subtle, man, I need to put some ice on that
What I got, you can't put a price on that

I'm a python, I'll crush you till you fall like Saigon
I defuse(/diffuse) like ions when you bomb like Zion
I'm the dude to have eyes on, I'm blowing up like the middle east
You, you lack talent, you just found yourself a little niche

[Chorus]
It's fucking backwards
It's a disaster
It's mad as hatters
The whackest rappers
get all the credit
It's so upsettin'
Everyone was thinkin' it
and so I said it

[Verse 2]
These are my verses, I spit the prophecy
I'm to hip-hop, you see, what Socrates is to philosophy
Obviously never settle for mediocrity
and never treat myself as a motherfuckin commodity

Yeah, this is my property so I do it properly
Obviously it's all about the quality
I don't freestyle, I articulate deliberately
It's necessary when they take the shit you say so literally

Yeah, not to mention subtleties depicted by vivid imagery,
metaphors and similes.  
Get out of my proximity, your rap's sour and a little citrusy,
so why is it I have to cower in its ubiquity?

I'm phat with a "ph", I lack that acidity
Is anyone as sick as he? Bitch, I'm the epitome
Yeah, I'm a little arrogant, you startin' to get sick of me?
Well on that note I fuckin split like lickity, and I'm out

[Chorus]
It's fucking backwards
It's a disaster
It's mad as hatters
The whackest rappers
get all the credit
It's so upsettin'
Everyone was thinkin' it
and so I said it

Whack Rappers (Prod. 40 & Omen)

Recorded and mixed by Kameeleon.

Lyrics:

Yea, that's right. Uh, you know I told 'em that I'm, uh
[Chorus]
Down but not out
So Imma just spit this shit you know 'bout
Yeah Imma just spit this shit you know 'bout
Yeah I told 'em that I'm, uh

Down but not out
So Imma just spit this shit you know 'bout
Yeah Imma just spit this shit you know 'bout
So loud

[Verse]
Uh, and you can't turn me down
And you can't turn the heat down
Call me Mr. Powers, cause I'm down like east bound
But I got the power to beast on a rebound

I don't think I'm the best like West
But I got a bit of spring in my step I guess
Bring 'em to death before they even think of a vest
Shit, and the fat lady's singing the rest, yes

And Imma never slow down
I'll show you how it goes down
I spit profound, I'm viscous. How?
I rip 'em swift with thism then I shit 'em out, yeah, uh

I know the space where I'm destined
Not down, but on another dimension
I knocked out another fucker pretending
That my flow ain't sharp enough to cut the tension

My flow sharp enough to slash Achilles' tendon
My flow sharp enough to catch my villains' attention
But they ain't willing to mention
Mufucka be as ill as the best and

They ain't feeling the rest when this feelin's arresting
I'm feelin obsessed when
I find myself needing perfection
But to your benefit that means the direction

Of quality is just up
And obviously it's just us
Cause honest, these wannabes are fucked up
Yea, and all I want to be is fucked up

Guess that's why I'm down
I guess that's why I'm down
Cause I'm down and she down, so we down on the ground
Engaged to the game so hold your peace or speak now, uh

But all they do is hold their piece
Hopefully all of you will notice he's
Tighter than hosiery, fresher than groceries
It's like you're overseas, you ain't even close to me

Yeah, and that's why I'm safe
I'm great, you can see it in my mind state
In my mind's eye I envision my place
A high place plot way atop the sky scrapes

But it's cold like an ice age, colder than ice is
Colder than to chop your head off and like it
Flowing like when Joff showed Eddard the night quick
I'm just tryin' to get some head off a

Nice bitch who's quite thick
Guess we're calling that a pipe hit, she's quite lit
Girls say that I'm a mean dude with a nice dick
Don't forget it, and it ring true that she liked it, nah I'll tell 'em the truth

The things I say and the things I do ain't one in the same, but I think I do
Anything that takes me closer to actualization
So you knew, when the rumours spewed and the humour's gone, I'm a Rubik's cube
But if it's 'bout me coming up, it's coming true. Though for now I'm staying

[Chorus]
Down but not out
So Imma just spit this shit you know 'bout
Yeah Imma just spit this shit you know 'bout
Yeah I told 'em that I'm, uh

Down but not out
So Imma just spit this shit you know 'bout
Yeah Imma just spit this shit you know 'bout, so loud

Down (Prod. Kanye West & Brian Miller)

Recorded and mixed by Kameeleon.

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Found myself in the thick of it once again
Guess I lost myself in the thick of it once again
Guess I saw ahead of me and I just tossed everything
And got steadily oh so miserable once again

Shit, I guess that's how it goes
I guess that's how it goes
Yeah I guess that's how it goes
Waiting for the day to come I watch the hours go

[Verse 1]
And it feels like ain't nothing will change
This the type of dream that he doesn't attain
He felt it in a dream but it wasn't the same
But this the type of dream that he does entertain

Must be fuckin' insane, but he's got nothin' to lose
With nothin' to say, and nothin' to do
And no one to call
So sad is the reality he's waiting on a fantasy, it's a classic catastrophe

And where is the humanity in all of this?
I'd like thank all the academy and god n' shit
Regardless, the calm is homogeneously ominous
Severely lacking confidence is causin' colosseum columns to topple on top of this

And constantly causin' my thinkin' that it's all a risk
Cause I don't rap anonymous like all those youtube comment kids
But can't call it quits cause my calling is spittin' novel shit
I'm a man of my word and I intend to honour it but...

[Chorus]
Found myself in the thick of it once again
Guess I lost myself in the thick of it once again
Guess I saw ahead of me and I just tossed everything
And got steadily oh so miserable once again
Yeah that is what I did isn't it? Ughh...

[Verse 2]
I try and do it like a model and never follow the hive
But the truth is that I'm hollow and it's just all a disguise
I wallow in sorrow and never swallow my pride
But it's all in his eyes so he gets called on his lies

And then tomorrow arrives reminiscent of the last
Every second every day he's reminiscing of the past
Pessimism and a laugh, the present system is intact
But I ain't ever lookin' forward, what's in store is all black

And I reside in the grey
Yeah, that's where I've decided to stay
Where you left me is right where I lay
Something of a homebody, but my mind is away

On another planet, talkin' fully automatic
Don't panic: that's what they told me, so I grabbed it
And held it close. That's something I could never let leave
Broke records, I attempt to get free but I...

[Chorus]
Found myself in the thick of it once again
Guess I lost myself in the thick of it once again
Guess I saw ahead of me and I just tossed everything
And got steadily oh so miserable once again

Shit, I guess that's how it goes
I guess that's how it goes
Yeah I guess that's how it goes
I'm waiting for the day to come
Yeah, I'm waiting for that day to come
Yeah, and I'll be waiting for the day to come...

The Grey (Prod. Christian Rich & RandomBlackDude)

Recorded and mixed by Kameeleon.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I'm just tryin' to kick it like a bad habit
But I'm back at it catchin' onto mad static
I'm the ash catchin' cash stackin' hash addict
Do it 'till I'm asthmatic, yeah they tell me that's passion

But I can't stand it, livin' my life with a license to death
Livin' a life of regrets, givin' up all of the passion's the price of the debt
Strapped, yeah like packin' a knife and a tech
I can invest in me, but he who don't see Cannon as nice as the rest could end that shit, and that's it

No way you could mend that shit
I would not commend that shit. I really don't recommend that shit
But you could, so what's the point? Man I'm good, it's just a joint
I hold it down when I put one up; oh, this sound like I stood untouched

Well don't carry that belief cause my great barrier's the reef
And I'm hysterically weak, and so if ever you're in need
Of an inspiration to free yourself from needing the green
Better not put faith in this g, cause no one's fiendin' as me, shit

[Chorus]
Rollin' it like everyday, smokin' it like everyday
I'm dope again, I'm showin' them I'm goin' in like everyday
Any kush or any haze got many turned into a slave
I'm never pushed, I'm never fazed. A penny burned's a penny saved
[x2]

[Verse 2]
But what's a penny anyway when he's ready to descend into a state of unsteady until he break
On any day, any time, any place. Any second I could get it I reckon, so let me say:
I'm a heavy weight, I guess that makes me a champ. Only if you know me would you maybe advance that I've seen better days
I've been a slave to this habit, blowin' all this smoke and spittin' flames like a dragon 

Ughh but I got to stop it, these constant bong hits are causin' me such exhaustion
Costing me to accomplish the least of all my options; at least I got a leash on this beast that's always barkin'
But it can't leave. I got a lease on life, but this shit ain't free
Quarter century, man I've been 18. I'm tryin' to grow up and cut down but this shit ain't me, so still I be...

[Chorus]
Rollin' it like everyday, smokin' it like everyday
I'm dope again, I'm showin' them I'm goin' in like everyday
Any kush or any haze got many turned into a slave
I'm never pushed, I'm never fazed. A penny burned's a penny saved
[x2]

Everyday (Prod. Diplo)

Recorded and mixed by Kameeleon.

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
My mind is mindless
I decided, if I survive this life is priceless
But since it might end tonight
Then I guess I got a license to dive into the vices
ID crisis
I need silence, a tiny island
Whoa, whoa, whoa

[Verse 1]
Drop the mic in and throw Mike in
Not Tyson, but something like him
And you will find that despite his mind
His flow's dope as the lines in his sinus

The nose knows I’m my own worst enemy
At least I’m better as the person I pretend to be
Drownin' in Hennesy, the remedy
When I dream of fast cars, black cards - red card, penalty

Can’t see ahead of me, I am mentally ill
They take it, don’t get it, but say it better be ill
And to Cannon’s credit, he’s spittin' steadily still
Honour me with an effigy but it better be real

I’m unstable, wasted wasting time on cable
I’m tongue tied while I’m tellin' this dumb fable
I’m still in an age that demands that art’s tasteful
But I’m first to say “I don’t give a damn” like Clark Gable, what's up

[Chorus]
My mind is mindless
I decided, if I survive this life is priceless
But since it might end tonight
Then I guess I got a license to dive into the vices
ID crisis
I need silence, a tiny island
Whoa, whoa, whoa

[Verse 2]
Yeah I’m spittin' that monotonous prosody
With accomplishments obsolete, my hypothesis ought to be
That I’ll just remain an awful anomaly
Cause I’m awfully calm as the damn apocalypse swallows me

And I’m probably insane like guano
Cause I play the lotto and I slay the bottle
Yeah, residing in a state of awful, but
Everyone lovin' this guy like Ray Romano

So it ain’t a problem, nah don’t even mention it
Just a repentin' pessimist outlinin' epidemics
And it ain’t a pleasant sentiment, but Cannon is a medic
Walter Cannon’s settin' precedence so dammit, better let him in

No anaesthetics, Cannon said the pen is medicine
And you’ll impress 'em with repressed impressive pensiveness
Elegant rhetoric, I'm planting a seed
For genetic genesis of eloquent sentences on the beat

[Chorus]
My mind is mindless
I decided, if I survive this life is priceless
But since it might end tonight
Then I guess I got a license to dive into the vices
ID crisis
I need silence, a tiny island
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Smooth Sailing (Prod. Pete Rock)

Unofficial video: http://bit.ly/1Y9YXcY
Recorded and mixed by Kameeleon.

Lyrics:

It's Walter Cannon. It's the mixtape
[Verse 1]
Yo we about to lift off as I kick off and spit a bit of some hip-hop
They shit talk cause they pissed off that this kid keep it fresher than Ziplock
And they kind of don't, so I lock and load. You can call me the constable
I phenomenal with flow nautical and you really just gotta go

You're an impostor and it's impossible for you to even visit like conjugal
I'm home and no one's as audible as the kid with the kicks with the waffle sole
I got a lot of soul, yea I'm heaven sent
I'm astronomical, yea you know that's definite

I've got the evidence, that's the eloquence
Yeah I'm incredible but they're incredulous
That means they don't believe me, cats think I'm so deceiving
Ask if I really spit it so good, I'm just like "Okay please, g

"Does a bear not shit in the woods? And does a kid not smoke in BC?
Am I not all-over stoned and directed at the tv on any given Sunday yelling, 'Go Khaleesi'?"
One part Cannon, that is the recipe. And honestly, man, I know if you step to me
Breaking your face, I have got a propensity and that is something I'm hoping we'll get to see

[Chorus]
Oh no, don't you know?
My flow's on overload
I go for broke but you don't know this, though
They got the gold and so you notice those
I tell 'em get back, check that, all you are's a dead whack
Walk into my death trap, man you don't want to test that
I go so hard
The way I flow's like they've never been shown the stars

[Verse 2]
I'm in outer space, this ain't even a race to me
I don't chase my dreams, I leave 'em chasing me
Doing it from A to Z, yeah we be going the hardest
They see we are sick, that's why they treat us like targets

Spit fire like arson, it's alarming. Got the bloodsuckers coming no warning, and they starving
So grab the garlic, the silver, and the stakes. Never seen such carnage, delivering they fates
And what I say's never a mistake when as veteran as I and getting better with age
And it ain't written in the sky like Letterman, Dave. The late night's got me high, it's been a hell of a day

But if Edison say to reinvent the game then Imma spend all night and Imma spend all day
And I'll investigate from the best to lames, label you shit, you defecate
But then I say that this gon' change, shit too basic like "It's 'gon rain"
Shit too basic like this cocaine, shit's no name but it's okay

It's all great, yeah it's all good. Tony the tiger, Tiger Woods
But show me light because homie, if I don't get higher then I'll end your life for good
Like I should. So pass that O sack and throw that so lil' homie can roll that
And toast that to the kid with the dope raps even though mufuckas still don't know that

[Chorus]
Oh no, don't you know?
My flow's on overload
I go for broke but you don't know this, though
They got the gold and so you notice those
I tell 'em get back, check that, all you are's a dead whack
Walk into my death trap, man you don't want to test that
I go so hard
The way I flow's like they've never been shown the stars

The Recipe (Prod. Scoop DeVille)

Underground rapper, singer, and producer.

Always looking to collaborate with other up-and-coming talent. Singers, rappers, producers or any other creative people, feel free to contact me and we'll make some big things happen. Until then...

- Cannon

WalterCannon

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