Written, performed, mixed, and mastered by Nasty Tha Mc https://soundcloud.com/nasty_tha_mc and Cozmo Jethro.
Beat by Jorun Bombay
Scratch by Bluntzilla

(Cozmo Jethro and Nasty That Mc)
Oh yea.
Yii yii.
Yoooo, let’s go.

(Nasty Tha Mc)
A little something what I’m gonna do.
Just wreck shop.
With my homie, you get me straight up.
Do what I do, around the what. (yup yup)

Paint it like that around the clock.
What I mean, why you on our jock?
Cause yea, man, you lovin our style.
Dope what it be, yea buck wild.

For the night what we gettin right now.
In the booth, yo Cozmo (what), shit.
I’m sorry, I’m bout to get loud. (that’s cool).
Wreck a little somethin, wreck a little havoc.

Oh shit, get what I’m sayin, bout to have it.
These motha uckers, be damn suckers,
Get what I’m sayin, punk motha fuckers. (uh)
What they do, jump up. And then o later on.
They get beat down (beat down).

You hear me now? Let go.

(Cozmo Jethro)
Damn, this beat is fresh.
Don’t know what to do with myself.
Nasty bringin those phat beats.
Hookin me up as I improve my shit.

Nasty, you rappin bout havoc.
Been doin it since you was 5, shiiiitt.
Little bitty Nasty, O lord,
Rappin to Kenny Rogers records.

Shit man, you been everywhere.
With Freak Mobb, your old rap crew.
And battle rappin, destroyin them dudes.
Yea Nasty, he’s the real deal.
Can do it all, absolutely unreal.

Been on a rampage since day 1.
Runs the rap game, and keeps it fun.
Me and him goin one on one. Ha ha.
Like Larry Bird, and Michael Jordan. 

(Rampage scratch)

Damn, Bluntzilla with the scratch.
That shit is unreal and figgidy phat.

(Nasty Tha Mc)
Cozmo and Nasty.
Ha ha ha ha.

(Cozmo Jethro)
Ha ha ha ha yea.

You Hear Me Now?

"when i'm gone, it'll be a garage sale
three bucks for a life they’ll never nail"
E.H.B

i know nobody's gonna care the way i do
won't see how this chord or that verse pulled me through
shelves of demos, notebooks torn
songs that held me when i mourned
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
old six-string with a crack down the neck
still rings true if you earn the respect
i bled in bars and porchlight shows
chased a dream the world never chose
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
they’ll box it all when i'm laid down flat
my flannel shirts, my custom hat
they’ll stack the vinyl, dust the frame
but none'll ask what lit my flame
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
when i'm gone, it'll be a garage sale
three bucks for a life they’ll never nail
lyrics they’ll toss, lines they’ll never feel
heart on pages no one thinks were real
yeah, this is the end of the songwriter tale
open tuining acoustic guitar solo
i played for friends who moved away
for lovers lost and bills to pay
each song a chapter i never wrote
just strummed it out on need and hope
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
my son thinks “dad just liked his tunes”
don’t know i cried in hotel rooms
my girl’s long gone, she took the light
but these chords kept me warm at night
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
when i'm gone, it'll be a garage sale
coffee-stained dreams in a torn mail pail
leather boots and the mic i loved
stories slipped through songs that shoved
yeah, this is the end of the songwriter tale
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
don’t toss the tape marked '86'
it’s got a line she said still sticks
and if you see a page with “stay”—
that’s the one that made her stay
open tuining acoustic guitar solo
turn that faded tape reel slow
you’ll hear a voice you didn’t know
it's your mama hummin’ harmony—
proof this life meant more to me
so before you sell or pack away
play one song for yesterday
it ain’t fame, it ain’t for sale—
it’s me… the end of the songwriter tale

By Ed Balder  

Last Garage Sale by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Inspiriert von Schwester Mary Grace Sawe ´s
Original Gebet

Gütiger Gott, wir sehnen uns danach,
miteinander in Frieden zu leben.
Wenn Egoismus und Ungerechtigkeit
überhandnehmen,
wenn Gewalt zwischen Menschen ausbricht,
wenn Versöhnung nicht möglich erscheint,
bist du es, der uns Hoffnung auf Frieden schenkt.
Wenn Unterschiede in Sprache,
Kultur oder Glauben uns vergessen lassen,
dass wir deine Geschöpfe sind und
dass du uns die Schöpfung als gemeinsame
Heimat anvertraut hast,
bist du es, der uns Hoffnung auf Frieden schenkt.
Wenn Menschen gegen Menschen
ausgespielt werden,
wenn Macht ausgenutzt wird,
um andere auszubeuten,
wenn Tatsachen verdreht werden,
um andere zu täuschen, bist du es,
der uns Hoffnung auf Frieden schenkt.
Lehre uns, gerecht und fürsorglich
miteinander umzugehen und der
Korruption zu widerstehen.
Schenke uns mutige Frauen und Männer,
die die Wunden heilen, die Hass und Gewalt
an Leib und Seele hinterlassen.

Lass uns die richtigen Worte, Gesten und
Mittel finden, um den Frieden zu fördern.
In welcher Sprache wir dich auch als
„Fürst des Friedens“ bekennen,
lass unsere Stimmen laut vernehmbar sein
gegen Gewalt und gegen Unrecht.



Ein Gebet

Get Me Out of My Skin

pre patio

50 Cent

Opening up with some slower PSY tracks from Kon and Tresh from France, then into a classic track called Stephanie and taking it off with a track from Tox1c featuring James Brown A mans World this is a perfect set from start to finish, enjoy peeps

Temple of Cosmic Interception by DJ MickyTeK - PSY Trance July 2025

Return, Feel, to live...

Crazy Grandma

It seemed as if the evening had taken wings and fled in an instant.

If you can see the shape of things to come,’ he says, ‘and then put yourself into what you see, you will find yourself there.

The birds knew the truth and they sang it.

She was just a girl on the little lake back,
barefoot in bramble, skipping though a clover track.
Mam close in tow, by thin, by thick,
two shapes above, black, slim and slick.
Could tell nor see, not really, just flight,
Small shadows cast bright in the morning light.
They perched like secrets on a crooked pine,
watchin’ her grow, in breath and time.

Eyes full of clouds, hands full of chalk,
homes on feet, made to walk. 
heard the world hum in under,
On the way to something, in sorrow and wonder.

Years go slow but the questions run,
what’s the shape of the soul? What blinds the sun?
She packed up her sketchbooks, train to train,
chasing joy, as slick as rain.
Huginn pulls to thought,
Munin plays the strings of heart,
two wings flappin' always apart.
Always, ever, where do you go
They soar just ahead of me,
Quick and slow.

Brittle bramble, broken brush,
Not of mind nor though as such.
Sketching silver in the sand,
Hearts and hopes hand in hand.
She looks for where the crowd do land
With every line, she caught their eyes,
they flew just ahead through foreign skies.

The girl and the crows, a heart to turn,
on wind and wonder, ash and fern.
Their path not straight, pulls in threads,
one from dreams, from what’s unsaid.
She walks, she draws, she breaks, she mends,
The path winds on, where does it end.

There’s a fire she lit by a salt-laced sea,
alone with her breath and the muttering breeze.
Said, “Why must you split me, I’m tired of both.
Of choosing between them, of bearing the growth.”
They circled low like a lullaby tide,
then landed, soft, where the shoreline cried.
Not gods, not ghosts, not voices divine,
just black in feathers, not to be define.

They sit, the sees, a wild worn breeze.
An ache in bone and heavy knees.
Wing take flight yet once more, but not to straybfar nor soar.
Upon her shoulders do they land, nothing spoken, no demands.
We are you, you are us.
The dew glimmers on the moss.

maybe that’s it, not choosing a wing,
holding both as parts of the same thing.
Heart held silence and roaring thought,
she’s made a home in the lines she’s wrought.
A house not built but drawn by hand,
with salt in the wood and stars in the sand.
Two birds perched by an open door,
on shoulders where doubt can't live no more.

Not always peace, but at her pace,
Now all roads lead to the same place.
The crows don't whisper, now they sing,
Of the road ahead and what it brings.

When you see her pass with charcoal and tea,
know she’s sketching a life where she’s meant to be.
Not running now, just walking still,
letting tides carve that hill.

“Would you like to be a field, maybe a lake?”
“Surprise me, for heaven’s sake!”
“With every stroke, I give you life,
From tranquil scenes to those of strife.”

She’s not the girl who feared the split,
she’s the woman who lives with all of it.
Two crows, one heart, one endless sky,
no need to ask where or why.

One for the thought, one for the flame,
both wear feathers, both bear your name.
When you walk with the storm, you become the calm.

Laughing child, a setting sun,
Whispered secrets, love begun.
All these moments, forever cast,
In the present, though born of the past.

The girl and the crow




[Intro]
Said
I won't even try
(And we could just vibe)
Said
I won't even try
(Ain't no you and I, you and I)
Won't even try
(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Oh, oh, oh)
I won't even try
(Mmm)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Won't even try

[Chorus]
Won't even try
To not love you
'Cause I can't survive
In this life without you
And you are everything
And you are everything

[Verse]
Baby
You can cry on my shoulder
As long as I'm alive
You ain't never gettin' older
And I love your smile
Girl
You make me wanna smile too
I love the way you look at me
And that's the way I look at you
And I hate it when you mad at me
All my fault
Baby
It was a tragedy
You still better than the rest
No I ain't comparing
You one of one
So I hope you understand it

[Chorus]
That I won't even try
To not love you
'Cause I can't survive
In this life without you
And you are everything
And you are everything

[Verse]
Yeah
Shawty like a melody
And if you are a felony
I'm ready to be locked up
Shawty
You so heavenly
I'm ready to be God-touched
Do this 'til I'm seventy
Then take it up with God
Love
I don't want no memory of a time when you was not us

[Bridge]
Girl
You are the moon and the stars and the sun
You are the one
You are the one
You are the moon and the stars and the sun
You are the one
You are the one
You are the one
The moon and the stars and the sun
You are the one
You are the one
You are the moon and the stars and the sun
You are the one
You are the one

[Chorus]
(And I)
And I won't even try
To not love you
'Cause I can't survive
In this life without you
And you are everything
And you are everything

[Outro]
So I don't even try
If you really wanna know
I could never live without you
I'd rather die
(Don't even try)
I gotta let you know oh
I could never live without you
I'd rather die
Your hair
Your eyes
Your lips
Your mind
Girl you're all I want
You're all I need
You're my everything

Won't even try
(Won't even try)

Won't Even Try

I'm a songwriter and lyricist who loves music in all its forms. Growing up surrounded by a wide variety of sounds, from classic rock to R&B, pop, old school soul, hip-hop, foreign music, and beyond—I developed a passion for storytelling through lyrics and poems. I believe every genre has its own magic, and I let that diversity shape my type of sound Whether it's raw emotion, catchy hooks, or sometimes thought-provoking lyrics, my goal is to connect with listeners on all levels.😅

So hit play and join me on a journey through words, rhythm, and heart.🥰🎧🎶


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