Memories

This is a late love letter to 90s rap. I didn't realize how much you meant to me until it was too late and you were already gone.

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WHAT GOES AROUND | Yo. Kodiak
Prod. by MIDES 
2021

It’s never too late to do dope shit. Stick around and let’s make party.

What Goes Around

An interaction between myself and a stranger.

Stephen The Great

I’m at the start of my game 
I want your heart I want fame
I want everything between
Give me the love and the hate
(Kick, and push, and kick, and push)
I could’ve been a cowboy, a king, I could’ve been anything
(I coulda been anything, I coulda been anything)
I coulda been a pirate or a knight but I'm not the type 
(I coulda been anything, I coulda been anything)
I coulda been a wizard for a while or conjure the dark arts
Carve a bit of literature as a modern day bard 
(I coulda been..)
I coulda been anything in the world but I turned out me 

As a kid I entered this world with little hope to begin with. 
Parents marriage on the fritz yet they keep throwing in children
I know that I can be a lot to deal with and I’m sorry 
I hardly ever make it better only stress to the party 
Over emotional dude who spent his thirtieth crying
Bought a coffee for a kid who was skating outside and 
Shared a conversation 'bout growing old and regret
He recommended a therapist and took off on his deck

I could’ve been a cowboy, a king, I could’ve been anything
(I coulda been anything, I coulda been anything)
I coulda been a pirate or a knight but I'm not the type 
(I coulda been anything, I coulda been anything)
I coulda been a wizard for a while or conjure the dark arts
Carve a bit of literature as a modern day bard 
(I coulda been..)
I coulda been anything in the world but I turned out me 
I’m at the.. start of my game ; I want your heart, I want fame
I want everything between ; Give me the love and the hate
(Kick, and push, and kick, and push)

Owen Hart

Be Here Now
Yo. Kodiak
2021


Lyrics: 
Guess who finally showed? I’m finally home. Lotta dips and hillside on this long and winding road. A lotta “tryna let go,” partly a force of habit. It’s all chicken and egg. You’re better tardy than absent. Back at it again, it’s been a minute. Reshifted. Readjust. New brand and new vision. Reminiscent. Miss the golden days. Shake up the streets. Keep the riffraff at bay but go and take what you need. I M.C. free. Raw, serving them rare. Repurposed personas, it’s all circling squares. I Love a verse with snares. Sucker for samples and scratches. Hear the snare like Monet might stare at a canvas. And when you dance that much you get used to the rain. And let the bridges that I burn light the mother fucking way. I’m the one, unsung. Come gritty and grimy. Southern Rugged and rusty in his rhythm and rhyming. Shit is sticky by design.  Swine fluesque flow. Yo Kodiak, code name: fucking Kid Next Door. Canon in hand, alone, roaming the best of downtown. Feet kept to the street and my head in the SoundCloud. Three spirits, tear it down. Wearing the hero’s crown. Cheering crowd, clear and loud. I swear I’ll be here now. I be at the same spot, train stop, change clocks, raindrops, be here now.

Be Here Now

Wash your hands, wear your mask, in the space of the germs. The kid was raised on bagels, raisins, and worms. Scraggly-beard and glasses, missing teeth and gray beanie. Reminded of the chapters where the cats played freely. Diaper days, snot nose, and double-noodle flex
Aged. High school drop-out. I’m that scumbag Ex. I’m thankful for the snakes, the bats, ants, and the vultures. The back aches, pains; chapped lips and the cold sores.
Yuck.
The heads is lifting heavy and my legs feel weak. And some people are concerned cuz I don’t get enough sleep. Blurry vision and dizzy, and slurry words up in his speak. Now them same folks concerned that I don’t get enough to eat. But yo. I know that I could prolly do better. Just really tryna be the glue-stick to hold it together. Just trying to build a nest to live within this mess that I make. I’m less concerned with my health than if the rent gets paid. In any sense, who’s to say we can’t make our way through. If the memories breathe; how can they say it’s “untrue?” Authenticity’s unique to the subject themselves. Like the loneliness that’s felt; when you’re screamin for help. So tie a knot, loose lips, the excuses miss
Sponsored kid to scholarships. His point of views are dismissed
Shifted love from a kid to an embarrassing worth. What does it even matter yo? we’re all just food for the earth.

Genesis

Do Better

My name is Yo. Kodiak and I am a hip hop artist from Houston, Texas. I make old school, self-reflective boombap rap, and dress like I did when I was 16.

Yo.Kodiak

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