Karma2zz- Fastlife

Written and Performed: Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro
Beat: Nasty Tha Mc
Fx and Samples: Nasty Tha Mc 
Mixed and Mastered: Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro

Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. (Aww Yea)
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. (Let’s hoop it up)
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.

Cross over on a bozo, AI (watch me, watch me)
In the game, oh yea what I be, EA (EA baby.)
Fly kicks on my feet.
What I’m rockin’ yea ya see. (smokin’)

Laced oh yea, all the way up,
Tie it tight, hu, that’s right (that’s right)
So I put the boogie in ya slide.
To the beat, get electric that’s it (woo)

Watch me oh my, do my move, oh yea watch me. (watch me)
Now I’m getting down.  Check it out now. (now)
Cross over on you, that’s it (that’s it)
With some skills that be made. (woo)

Magnificent and awesome. 
Yi, drainin’ 3s like Curry. (Splash)
I’m makin’ a splash up in here. (You know)
I told you what I be up in here. (Listen)

Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.

Aight now, you all laced up?  (Aw yea)
You all laced up? (Let’s do it)
Let it go.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Uh oh, here I go (uh huh)
Rockin’ them kicks again Cozmo. (Ok)
And Nasty shootin’ them hoops. 
On the court listenin’ to Too $hort. (Too $hort)

As I lace em up, feelin’ alright.
Droppin’ 3s like KD all night. (Swish)
Then I’m slashin’ to the basket.
Jam it through the hoop, bloop. (what?)

Naw, I wish. Try to dunk the ball.
Ahh Ankle twist. (damn son.)
Now I’m writhing on the ground in pain.
Awww shit. (You aight? You aight?)

Nasty comes over, scoops me up.
He’s like, 

(Nasty The Mc)

Everything gonna be ok, what. Uh.

Let me take over. O my.
I got this last minute. 
With my fly kicks on. 
Drainin’ a 3, over here ma. 

Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Now I’m sittin’ at my house.
My ankle hurts and I’m like where’s my kicks?
Did I leave my shoe at the court?
Shit, I’m one shoe short.  (Aw mayne)

Today I shouldn’t have played ball.
Lost my shoe and took a fall.
Next time I play ball.
Not gonna dunk, yo, and that’s all (that’s all that’s all…)

A Hoop Story

“At the end of the day, just know that God made you, so you can be your own individual, and don’t let people give you that peer pressure.” - Wyclef jean

John Riggins (Ft ClevPro)

Written, performed, mixed and mastered: Cozmo Jethro
Chorus vocals: Jenny
Cuts by DJ Real
Roy Ralston voice: Korey Reed

Album art picture taken at Barton Colisseum in Little Rock, Arkansas, USA in 1984. My dad, Forbes Lapp, seated in the foreground on the left. Ronnie Kestenbaum, standing to his right.

Lyrics:

This summer I took my 86 year old dad across the country to meet up with folks I hadn’t seen since 1984 when I was 8 years old.

A little background on this story.
About my Dad and his buddy Ronnie.
A couple ball players from the Bronx.
Back in the 50s they would light it up.

In the 70s they coached together
at Stevenson HS in the South Bronx.
Which was ground zero
for the birth of hip hop.

Together they won back to back
NYC HS basketball championships.
Refining their skills and teachin the kids.
Setting their sights on the next level they did.

They moved together to D1 college
at University of Arkansas at Little Rock.
Won 2 conference championships during their stay
Than in '84, they went their own way.

Traveling back to the past.
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

So this summer it was
Ronnie’s 80th Birthday party.
He was holding a bash in Florida
All the way on the other side of the country.

I was like Dad, yo we gotta go.
You gotta go see your old buddies.
So we packed our stuff and
hopped a couple of planes right across the country.

As we walked into Ronnie’s house.
With his family and friends
it was like being in NYC again.

Everybody’s loud, talking at the same time.
With their NYC accents.
Then Russel, Ronnie’s son walks in,
He’s deaf, and his talk is so distinctive.
Instantly transformed back to '84.
When me and Russel used to play together.

The next night at the bash.
I sat with my Dad and Kevin Brown.
One of my Dad’s players from Bronx.
He also DJed during the birth of Hip Hop.

It was enlightening talking with Kevin Brown
who was involved in that scene.
Involved in hip hop,
since it's infancy.

Another old D1 player who attended, Roy Ralston.
A rowdy, big, loud country boy, fit in well with the New Yorkers.
He picked me up almost over his head, shaking me and shouting,
“Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you're a kid."

Traveling back to the past
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

I remember all these people
As larger than life figures when I was a kid.
Seein them this summer, bein on their level.
That was something really special.

It was like traveling back to my past.
At long last it was actually a blast.

Meeting My Past (feat. Jenny) (cuts. DJ Real)

Album art picture of my wife, Christina.
Written, performed, mixed and mastered by Jed Lapp

Lyrics:
She’s the one that I want for all time.
My internal rhyme, my prime time dime.
Like fireworks goin off in the sky.
I love her so much now let me tell you why.

It’s been 20 years and the love just aint fadin.
It all started while we were rollerskating.
When we first kissed I was so nervous I was shaking.
She thought that was cute and we were off to the races.

Crissy, I’m in it for the long run.
The one to warm you when there’s no sun.
Always write songs for you, my number 1.
Like a rollercoaster the ride is so fun.

Goin up and down throughout the years.
Through all the tears the fear and the cheer.
Your always my cheerleader and I’m always yours.
There’s no one I’d rather be with on the dance floor.

Back in the day, some people thought this wouldn’t work.
Thought I was like the others and I couldn’t break the curse. 
We wouldn’t be here if we listened to them.
The love I feel for you has proved them wrong again.

Those guys from your past have left a mark.
They caused trauma and left you in the dark.
I promise to always be the light.
And keep it bright even through the night.

I’m not like the guys who came from your past.
Those guys were not built to last.
I won’t be like those that came before.
I love you so much more. 

I wanna reassure you that the love will never fade.
Away.
We’ll have our problems and we’ll have our days.
But I want you to know that I will always stay.

Like 50 first dates on valentines day.
If you couldn’t function I’d be there every day.
If something ever happened to you.
I’d still be here, I’m yours through and through.

Back in the day, some people thought this wouldn’t work.
Thought I was like the others and I couldn’t break the curse. 
We wouldn’t be here if we listened to them.
The love I feel for you has proved them wrong again.

This track is comin straight from my heart.
Your my favorite subject to rap about in my art.
I’ll rap about you till the day I die.
And after that we’ll get together and fly.

Through the cosmos and look back on our days.
The fun we had in so many ways.
The things we did and the things we would say.
This is Jeddy Bear, I love you always.

Straight From The Heart

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Stackin Up - Solana Cartel

"Crypto Hustle" spins a vivid tale of the modern digital gold rush, set against the backdrop of the relentless and high-stakes world of cryptocurrency trading. Through a blend of sharp lyrics and pulsating beats, the song captures the essence of a crypto trader's life—a fusion of risk, reward, and the unyielding pursuit of success.

Verse by verse, the track delves into the meticulous strategy and unwavering focus that define the crypto hustle. From the silent glow of trading screens in the dead of night to the adrenaline of chasing the next big break, the song paints a picture of a world where dedication meets opportunity. It speaks to the dreamers and the doers, those who navigate the volatile waves of the crypto markets with a blend of skill, intuition, and a bit of daring.

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Curveballs and Maple Glaze

This song, "Mal’ta Boy," is a powerful meditation on ancient human ancestry, genetic memory, and the invisible threads connecting modern people to our prehistoric forebears. It draws heavily on the real-life discovery of a 24,000-year-old boy whose remains were unearthed near Lake Baikal in Siberia, frozen in permafrost for millennia. His genome, sequenced in 2013, revealed groundbreaking insights into human migration: the boy belonged to a population known as Ancient North Eurasians, genetically intermediate between modern Europeans and Native Americans, but distant from East Asians—suggesting early waves of people crossed the Bering land bridge from Siberia to populate the Americas, while others spread westward into Europe. The lyrics frame this as a "ghost in the genome," a silenced voice thawed by science, emphasizing how DNA preserves stories of migration, survival, and shared heritage that echo through time.
At its core, the track celebrates the resilience of human lineage amid ice-age isolation and loss. The verses rap about "dig[ging] through the code, deep under the ice" and "tribes spl[itting] north, and the fire went west," evoking the boy's burial in a cultural context of mammoth ivory artifacts and symbolic art from the Mal’ta–Buret' culture. The chorus laments his "frozen" silence but affirms that "half of me remembers, half of me forgot," underscoring the boy's DNA's role in proving that up to half of Native American ancestry traces back to such Siberian populations, linking disparate continents in a "single spark." Psychedelic breakdowns and the bridge delve into "whispers of lineage" and "mutation’s hymn," portraying evolution as a chaotic yet connective force—much like the swirling organ and guitar duel that mimics "cosmic archaeology."
Ultimately, it's an anthem of unity: "We all remember—we’re all the same," reminding us that the past isn't erased but encoded in our blood, waiting to be decoded. The fading outro seals this with a spoken invocation of "ancestral whispers through the helix chain," turning scientific revelation into a soulful, almost mystical call to honor our collective origins.

Mal’ta Boy

Dance in a Thunderstorm

Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

Mal’ta Boy

Wayne Mathison

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