1. |
Dreams Escape
01:35
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Dreams Escape
Dreams escape the outer region of my dome/
Right past the skull bone/
Wondering how to write a full poem/
The dead and dull roam/
But I'm the Nordic traveler/
My eyes are the compass, unraveled sir/
Do you need something?/
Let me know now/
I got the snow plow/
Time to move the seasons/
For a couple hundred different reasons/
Mostly the legality side/
Foul mouth crowds arise/
I killed the mocking hypocrites/
But then again they still exist/
Asking the fam and fans if they feel my shit/
We still build brick by brick/
My passion is layered as well as the dreams/
Gore and happiness still have screams/
One horrific, one terrific/
Digest this how you want, preferably I sip it/
Ship it to a different set of individuals/
Switch the residuals, no more shit that's pitiful/
Got a full clip of bull/
The horns I didn't need to grab/
It just happened, now it seems I have/
Fame and glory but that's just a high life thought/
Relax or you'll get twisted and distraught/
Clouds of haze distort the truest of visions/
I ride a top like Goku until I pass with precision/
(Sit and listen or become a pot to piss in)
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2. |
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Cold Technique (Feat. Marino Maali)
I use the coldest technique when I rock it/
I make em' freeze where they stand and they can't object/
This has been my heart frozen by art/
The jealous ones who envy want to rip me apart/
I am too strong to let them get in my vantage point/
I waited to long, got the special blessing to anoint/
These so called demons, scheming and plotting on my downfall/
They laugh in the background, I get around ya'll/
Because that's where I belong and need to be/
They say the truth is the only thing to set you free/
The lying media makes the most money/
Conflicts of interest, I just want you to see/
I'd rather be homeless, then never fulfilling my dome mess/
Alone stressed, my dreams are my own, alone fess/
Up already, don't be a cloned carbon copy/
Clean up the world, don't leave it looking sloppy/
(Hook)
These words given to me to give to you/
Are the blessed gift given to very few/
I slay rhyme skills with the coldest technique/
The love is truest fortune we seek/
Even when times seem to be hard/
Forever will life be a game of cards/
Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/
Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/
(Marino Maali Verse)
(Hook)
These words given to me to give to you/
Are the blessed gift given to very few/
I slay rhyme skills with the coldest technique/
The love is truest fortune we seek/
Even when times seem to be hard/
Forever will life be a game of cards/
Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/
Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/
I know under my conditions it's just a matter of time/
I splatter these lines, never held or confined/
I release from the inner visions of Mr. Wonder/
Never wasting a second, who knows when I'm going under/
I drink like a fish, my thought process doesn't fit/
Enough words to explain what is bliss and what this is/
It's more than music, it takes on different forms/
Like a Decepticon ready to transform/
The way others think and perceive what I am/
Not from this planet but came to take a stand/
For those who are like minded with the same energy/
If only I had a single penny for every/
Time that you didn't understand my actions/
It would be in the one percent with dividends and fractions/
That will never happen, strength is what I strive for/
I just want to live my life and provide more/
(Hook)
These words given to me to give to you/
Are the blessed gift given to very few/
I slay rhyme skills with the coldest technique/
The love is truest fortune we seek/
Even when times seem to be hard/
Forever will life be a game of cards/
Luck of the draw, hope for the best circumstance/
Pray for the glory to shine and that you are given the chance/
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3. |
Silver Moon
01:58
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Silver Moon
Harlem nights, mid 50's, late 60's/
Fine brimmed hat, no 59/50's/
Suited up, nowadays looking thrifty/
Late night grimace from those looking shifty/
Wondering to myself if the misses might miss me/
Took some time to reflect, sometimes I'm iffy/
About where her whereabouts might be/
My conscious is like the movie by Spike Lee/
Took the midnight train headed nowhere/
Out the window staring at the skies, glow weird/
It seemed to have no craters, a silver globe/
Like the ball in Epcot on a night so cold/
The temperature made a mans face bold/
And make him contemplate on days so old/
Sad memories appear and then vanish/
So in a way it seemed to be a disadvantage/
But the pain actually made him stronger/
The darkness just lingered on way longer/
Than what was truly expected/
The moon fully rose resurrected/
Above the city and all it's inhabitants/
And on the rivers, a sad empress/
Waits alone at home like Macaulay/
Blessed with patience from He who is holy/
The whole time she was supposed to be out and about/
In the park he let his frustrations out/
No doubt he was upset at the past dealings/
He needed to free himself, no beings/
This was the chance of a sign of compassion/
So when he got home something happened/
On the balcony there bestowed his bliss/
A Goddess, moon outlined, with a kiss/
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After Midnight (Feat. Prez P)
Long strenuous hours working in the factory/
With nothing in this world but this music backing me/
Which includes the homie Danny/
Uncanny with beats hard to obtain like rare candies/
We're brothers from separate families, understand me?/
Anyone mess with him, they get blammed with the jammie/
But anyways, I'm in this mode to write after midnight/
They say the kid tight, sick when I enlighten/
I'm godlike, similar to Poseidon/
Striking with my liquid triton/
I grab this mic when any situation occurs/
Skuzzle down some liquors and observe/
Deploy a couple of nouns and some verbs/
I know my life was by the curb but now I'm on the verge/
To reemerge with a vengeance and urge/
On a night with dark skies to encourage/
(Hook)(x2)
I'm like an aviator flight after midnight (x2)
Dark skies, nothing in sight/
And with insight I bring light/
(Prez P Verse)
Damn, my head spinning at 12am/
Smoking on the same weed as Birdman/
And rubbing her butt cheeks with both hands/
Money flying make me realize that cash ain't shit man/
Paper don't fold/
It gets blown and burned and it grows again/
Might see me out in one night/
And never see me in your life again/
I'm in rare form and she don't mind joining in/
If I pull up in the Porsche, her friends gunna want to hop in/
A style like mine don't leave em' with too much options/
They opt in, NO problem/
Too hard to solve and/
If it's Me and Croosh on the loose, hold yours close/
Cuz' girls all wanna fly/
Don't let her tell you that she won't/
I take her hieghts that you don't/
I'm rolling and smoking, going loco/
But I'm in my zone, trying to take 4 girls on a flight home/
(Hook)(x2)
I'm like an aviator flight after midnight (x2)
Dark skies, nothing in sight/
And with insight I bring light/
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5. |
One Of A Kind
02:25
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One Of A Kind
Elevated mind state, rhymes great/
Never worried about crime rate/
It is what is to be, look at me/
I went from poverty stricken to full of hope while my flows start kicking/
Other opponents out of the mainstream into this waterfall/
How many fucks were given? None at all/
Trust me in my short life I've done it ya'll, I summit tall/
Still leaving a legacy like Legolas/
On point floating off this earth like Hercules on a Pegasus/
Instead of this regular nonsense that's mediocre/
You get life's gamble, a game of poker/
What might provoke you, doesn't even faze me/
Mad shit I've seen simply has me crazy/
I'm far beyond the norm, born to perform/
An intense perfect storm, I sound the alarm/
(Break)
How many artists take the same route?/
Sell their soul thinking they can make dumb amounts/
Of the cashola but settle for less/
Get brainwashed, owe money and never invest/
Stay stressed while I stick out like a sore thumb/
Do ridiculous tours receive more income/
My dreams are closer than your hopeless future/
I think my spaceship is the best commuter/
You talk smack on the computer, that shows your flaws/
OG code of laws, you were never close to boss/
I rise victimless in a mixed in mess/
Exposing the truth about this art, restrictions kept/
Most witnesses from saying words of confidence/
The ones who spoke out confess are forgotten more than less/
I came to re embrace Hip-Hop to save/
And pray the B.S. gets marked for a grave/
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Higher Than You've Ever Been (Feat. Phresh James)
Plane lifted and her mind drifted/
This is it, where all bliss is/
She just needed to live in the sky of grace/
This is where she felt was her true birth place/
Soaring through clouds of truest wonders/
Her mind elevated and said they'll never take me under/
No words could explain what was pursed to her lips/
Picture joy and love times 100 backflips/
It's hard to breathe at such high altitudes/
Melodic tunes, majestic flowered moods/
Reflective on nothing but The Greater Good/
Cruising past the bad is all that she could/
The dreams, hopes, had all come surreal/
Forever they flew, passed into heavens zeal/
He turned to her and smiled with a grin/
Girl I'm about to take you higher than you've ever been/
(Break)
(Phresh James Verse)
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7. |
French Lady
01:40
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French Lady
I wanna sleep with you while it's raining in a room with a tin roof/
No spoof, all truth/
I'm itching for it like I got a sweet tooth/
I see youth and pray that their minds expand like rubber bands/
It's so hard to understand/
The trials we go through together/
I know when I'm with you our hearts merge forever/
Infinity is a countless thing we try to conceive as a concept/
What's the definition of finalized/
The marital agreement I see in your eyes lights my night sky like fireflies/
Every time my four chambers try/
We still fight the anger inside waiting for two spectrums to collide/
Love spills in too many directions to keep on the canvas/
Searching for future answers/
Just let them be/
I know why the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree/
Aligning two beings as lines of symmetry/
Lustful thoughts keep tempting me/
Working extremely hard, the death of me/
Hoping the world will be accepting me/
Sometimes I'm so lazy, I forget what day it is/
Sleeping in darkness, forget sun rays exist/
Instead of this immense array of colors/
I become this bland display of lubber/
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8. |
O.E. (Ole English)
03:17
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O.E. (Ole English)
(Hook)
Sipping on some O.E. (x2)/
A 32oz cuz' in FL they don't sell that 40/(x4)
An uncandid standard of the gambler, rambler/
Don't try and tamper/
Speed and strength of a panther/
A hustler with results but no answers/
Keep the pace steady as a canter/
Danny Dee sampler, extraordinaire/
More than sort of rare/
Scores made to put you in intensive care/
Macking like a Polar Bear/
Hard to see with solar glare/
But they stop and stare/
Golden bottle, fresh cold air/
Been drinking this since Double Dare/
Stories impaired, paradise I'm there/
(Hook)
Sipping on some O.E. (x2)/
A 32oz cuz' in FL they don't sell that 40/(x4)
A cold brew, just a 32/
The sky looks midnight blue/
One of very few/
A man with different shades and hues/
I already paid my dues/
Getting paid like pay per view/
Balling when I break the cue/
Vibing in the stu, this is how we do/
Throwing on some comfy shoes/
Hit the bodega with the crew/
Brown bags and all/
Never will I ever stall/
Taking down the whole bottle/
But please don't Sip and Fall/
(Hook)
Sipping on some O.E. (x2)/
A 32oz cuz' in FL they don't sell that 40/(x4)
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9. |
Waste Of Time
01:52
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Waste of time
Into your blubber I inject the rifle/
You better start to dissect the bible/
Maybe if you sing one of these psalms it will aid your survival/
Standing looking stifled, I'm liable/
To rip apart these weak hearts so trifled/
I hold this mic cold/
Spit nothing but old Navaho strike codes/
At those opposing forces/
Forced to finish you like full courses/
Of course I have to resort to the hard way/
On this broad day, posse never was on Broadway/
Fuck what those snobs say/
I slay a hundred rhymes somewhat DJ Kay/
The Seven seas rose high and washed ashore/
Surely they knew not what was in store/
The boy who started to become a man/
Finally became one never looked back or ran/
My pops wants me to have success/
These other cats want me to sign/
The thought of a 9 to 5 gets me vexed/
And I told those cats I flatly decline/
So as I recline my mind so Devine/
I show them a sign that makes them inclined/
To show more ignorance to what I do/
It's more than just a craft, I spit chew and spew/
Pieces of my heart on lined paper and shit/
If you can't respect that, you can't appreciate this gift/
I'm just trying to uplift a couple of spirits/
And pray it happens to all those who hear it/
They say I am not catchy enough, well this is poetry/
You have to read the scriptures more thoroughly/
Damn Croosh you're just wasting your life away/
Shut your damn mouth if you don't have something nice to say/
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Frozen In Time (Feat. Prez P & Sean Buck)
Raindrops dripping down from the window seal/
On the lookout to see if there's something real/
Is this reality simply a deceiving dream/
If it is I need to write it down and need a whole paper ream/
I'm skating clean here on this slate of mine/
Enjoying the nature around me, the sun will shine/
Once the clouds clear, which seems to never be/
I'm floating around just like a feather free/
From what I don't want happening/
Absent from the mind that formatted him/
In other words, my being is released/
On another level, supreme is what I've reached/
On the watch it reads 4:14pm/
Middle of the afternoon, almost evening/
Cashmere blankets, little chandeliers/
Beauty obstructs this ringing in my ears/
(Hook)
Staring at this hour glass that stopped, frozen in time/(x2)
On the watch, time doesn't tick, cause we're frozen in time/(x2)
(Prez P Verse)
I got the Rolex with the icicles on the bezel/
No tic-tocking, got the bitches jocking/
Trying to ride, flocking/
Round a nigga like I'm telling them a story/
This ain't story time baby/
This is real cold pimping from the South side of Florida/
Make you switch from Toyotas/
To high class, all glass ceiling vehicle/
That they'll kill you for/
I'm holding on the wheel/
Trying to cop a feel/
On her hour glass figure/
When you see me with her/
(You) Probably think I paid a pretty penny for her/
But this dime mine/
And I don't even want her/
She's trying to change things in order for her favor/
I don't do favors, I just like to have mine in flavors/
I'm rolling down the interstate doing 95/
My ride so fast, police see me and pull over to the side/
I'm in my vibe, I hope niggas respect my mind/
I'll take your girl and have you frozen in time/
I'm cold hearted slime/
(Hook)
Staring at this hour glass that stopped, frozen in time/(x2)
On the watch, time doesn't tick, cause we're frozen in time/(x2)
(Sean Buck Verse)
Smoke swirls in my vision/
Only thoughts in my head to expand my living/
God calling, I answer and listen/
Knowledge we over see/
I pray to the sky where good and evil collide/
And say Lord forgive them/
Minds clouded by the system/
I vibe to my souls rhythm/
I don't watch T.V., don't want to live like them/
Understand my vibe is my Gods calling/
Time isn't real, live like its real, that's why our people falling/
Rather put time into my darling/
Queen to a king/
Balance and equal in my life, perfect melody sing/
I play her like a guitar/
She help me and take me so far from the allure/
No moving fast, let's vibe at the park/
Watch the clouds move till' it gets kind of dark/
And later talk about all the shapes that we saw/
Life is much better when it's simple and plain/
(Hook)
Staring at this hour glass that stopped, frozen in time/(x2)
On the watch, time doesn't tick, cause we're frozen in time/(x2)
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11. |
Simba
02:02
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Simba (Simba)
We chilling out on a mountain/
Out in Tanzania paper counting/
Bouncing like some old Jay-ish/
We don't play shit, it's outrageous/
Amazing flavors of sunsets/
Strawberry sherbet, I ain't done yet/
We got the cherry lime, honey dew/
Sunny skyline overviews/
Cobalt blue hues, during the daytime/
Disperse, spray and replay lines/
Back and forth with lion roars/
Galloping gazelles, worldwide tours/
Zebras bask, gators on the bank/
Tropical birds on hippos that sank/
Reemerge, attack predatorily/
Storms of stampedes quarterly/
Elephants, rhinos, animal kingdom/
They call me Simba, the king comes/
On a safari, throughout the jungle/
I'm a beast, nothing like a monkeys uncle/
I'm the Rafiki they ask advice from/
Nearby tribes make noise and strike drums/
Speaking from native tongues in the motherland/
I'm the brother-man, trying to expand my other plans/
To move across this continent, reinvent my presence/
To take my culture and bring it back to the essence/
Hyenas smirk behind the tree planted on Earth/
Speaking nothing but dirt until someone's hurt/
I rework nature with the globe and creatures/
I dig deep with my roots, the truth seeker/
Survival of the illest, many seem weaker/
I was brought up by the poor righteous teachers/
Ancestry, a tree of my family/
Can it be, that they plan to free/
People as well as their open minds/
If that's the case, I'll throw them mine/
And so I climb to the peaks pinnacle/
Overlook my dynasty ever so cynical/
And just as I begin to pull facts out/
I'm on the cliff dodging death ready to back out/
Opposite of my father...
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12. |
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Life Passing Me (Feat. Sean Buck)
(Hook)
Living life is passing me/
Lord knows what I plan to be/
My focus is much greater G/
In Life I want to make history/(x2)
My idols gave up on their dreams and aspirations/
I never gave up, not even a second of hesitation/
The word Hip-Hop had one of the worst deprivations/
I put my all in this culture, Die hard dedication/
Despicable how they deceive with demonstrations/
My strong willingness was conserved with preservation/
On cloud nine dodging sinful temptations/
I hear the angels calling upstairs, Earth is my vacation/
Never a carbon copy, you're a mirror imitation/
Complacent with this insatiable sensation/
We live in a society of laziness a stagnant nation/
Our leaders show no credentials, political aggravation/
Trying to realize the bigger picture of creation/
And understand we aren't stuck in an elsewhere simulation/
All this makes me better I lead in education/
Until then read the scriptures of revelations/
(Hook)
Living life is passing me/
Lord knows what I plan to be/
My focus is much greater G/
In Life I want to make history/(x2)
(Sean Buck Verse)
(Hook)
Living life is passing me/
Lord knows what I plan to be/
My focus is much greater G/
In Life I want to make history/(x2)
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13. |
The Burbs
02:08
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The Burbs
Damage Collateral, I'm combatable/
Rattle Bones for the capital, capping them at the avenue/
Lyrics keep stabbing you, mental steep, grabbing who?/
No one but the masses, Titan Clashes/
Different task, ask us till' we hit the caskets/
Grab your rosaries and rose flower baskets/
Flow, unmasked it, dope head bastard/
Special re-mastered, walls broke, no plaster/
Undisputed, executed next to shoot it/
The rocket through the roof, magician spoof/
Vanish poof/
Cloud of smog flipped like a Pog/
Grabbed the stock of the entire catalog faster than Sonic The Hedgehog/
Fed up with the fake shit, mistaken,barrier breaking/
What I'm making?, Money, I'm caking/
In this God forsaken, Ape draped in prison cell/
Give them Hell under my spell/
Shotgun, give them a shell/
No one could tell/
I'm the undeniable, desirable, bio-flow/
Bio hazardous, unreliable/
Slamming foes with the hammer/
Flash your cameras/
Despicable, no one could stand you/
And this is my answer (x3).../
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Enjoy Your Life [Bonus] (Feat. Tha Sound & Sean Buck)
(Tha Sound Introduction)
Dim the lights (Dim the lights)/
Enjoy the life (Enjoy the life)/
Take this time, We gon' celebrate life (Celebrate life)/ (x2)
(Sean Buck Verse)
Some say luck, I think no such thing/
Gods path so strong, in the end heaven sing/
Patience and living, I love my fam, much giving/
Sun rays on my forehead/
Letters of love and peace written/
In my time, I see my future very clear/
Living what I feel and keep it real/
Vibing through the bullshit, life is ill/
Florida raised me, niggas out here gettin mills/
I plan to get mine, I reach to a higher level/
Things may not make sense at first, God's going to teach me/
Life lessons, the sprits shall reach me (Dim the lights)/
Dim the lights (Dim the lights)/
Enjoy the life (Enjoy the life)/
Take this time, We gon' celebrate life (Celebrate life)/ (x2)
Morning breaches, night ceases/
Delightful features, life leases/
We don't follow suit, we mix them like cards/
A gang of troops, we defy the odds/
Righteous ways, we were brought up/
Ramen noodles, chicken broth got us/
Proper energy throughout the day/
We had sunsets of gold, over-casted gray/
Clouds hum loud with thunderous roars/
The mind breached freedom, significant soars/
Boredom was aroused by radio hits/
Rather see an underground legend with stadium bliss/
Dim the lights (Dim the lights)/
Enjoy the life (Enjoy the life)/
Take this time, We gon' celebrate life (Celebrate life)/ (x2)
(Sean Buck Spoken Word Outro)
Yeah, find yourself/
You can't be no one else/
The truth is out there, it's your choice to find it/
Roll a spliff and light it, mend your soul and find it/
Meditate the info of life in due time kid/
You can be down and out/
Just find yourself and thug it out (thug it out)/
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Broot McCoy West Palm Beach, Florida
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