Don't Sequel

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Produced By Dr. LaFlow
Recorded & Edited By Sean Buck
Written & Crafted By Brōōt McCoy (+ some Special Guests)

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released June 6, 2017

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Track Name: After Dusk
(Hello there, hello there)

It's just me preaching like a homily/
An outcast of society, an anomaly/
I know you haven't a problem with me/
So solemn do they see the structure created to be/
The double standard we hold with modern and olden/
We watch slowly as the truth is unfolding/
Cultures clash as do genres/
Layered together but noodles are separated like lasagna/
Double entendre, minds kept parallel/
Twisted thoughts like ICP on a carousel/
I must bid a farewell to the non like minded/
The ones who stay enlightened have sight blinded/
More flavors than Dr. Pepper, a rude heckler/
Screechy feedback non mic checker, rhyme reflector/
Sector ocho, loco alienated alien/
Jumped on the catamaran and sailed in the wind/
Checked the calculator timex, multiplied time/
More ebonic lyrics and ultrafied rhymes/
More obstacles to climb but still I find/
A way to hurdle over every circumstance and I'm/
More than most could have mustered/
Your standing with feathers ruffled, very flustered/
My circumference is vast on gravities stance/
Transmorphers, I casually enhance/
Sci-fi as a wise ass wise guy/
Might I, look inside while sight dies/
Lights dim, face turned grim/
Tried again, began at the win/
Lost in translation, won at comprehend/
Still the face melts and the body does the Dahli bend/
At night time there's more trife than ever/
Holmes has the wit but the Watson is more clever/
Track Name: Megalodon
I'm a creature in your favorite Sci-shark feature/
Defeat whatever you throw at me, either/
It's the sick twisted, linguistic, dipstick/
On the miss listed, most mic killer in existence/
Orga beams blasting from the shoulder region/
Seizing more legions during this season/
These heathens are gunna have a hard time breathing/
I can smell someone bleeding, It's the crew-neck crook thieving/
The lyrics I spew might have you believing/
That I'm someone I'm not, in that case I'm leaving/
It's hard to explain the stains I enforce on your brain/
This is gunna be one of those joints you need to retain/
Never been Sane (Saiyan), unless it's Super, I never refrain/
I'm the Mega Shark aerial when I take down planes/
Back once more, leftovers get washed ashore/
I got lost in war, don't get rocked my boy/
Plotted, allotted, top slotted/
Hoping to venture from east to west getting spotted/
I nodded to the noble ones and knocked out/
I flattened some sober ones who said the were about/
That life, that fools say they represent/
I monopolize on that intent to a greater extent/
So basically if you're whack you get attacked/
The white Warren Sapp of rap dropping facts/

(Hook)

You thought I didn't exist but appeared like a coelacanth/
My soul is cold and branched/
You stay foiled up, saying you stay hot/
You haven't released anything ill, you fake plots/
I scraped blocks, strayed from rocks/
Never filled my pockets with knots/
But I ate the garlic ones/
Left burn marks from the particles that dripped from my tongue/
I'm the goblin pack from Troll 2/
On the corner of Nilbog I already told you/
Peace to the Sharks in the canals In Venice/
You weren't supposed to expose that it could lead to a sentence/
I'm the cryptid, minus the cult following/
The savior of this culture, minus the swaddling/
You ducks stay waddling, carry on/
I can't put up with these skeletons time to burry um'/
As well as more than a few hatchets/
I blast on these bastards with exact hits/
The megalodon weighing over a 100 tons/
You whales are frail, you're extinct and done/
A Wolf-Shark that howled at the moon fish/
Some kind of creature soon to switch/
On to whatever sounds more appealing/
Uncle Ricky said No Squealing/
Track Name: Lurking In The Shadows (Feat. Iron Ora)
I have a certain Ora like phosphorus/
These rhyme schemed dreams stay monstrous/
Certain nightmares seep through my sub consciousness/
Honest, that this is easier than taking a piss/
With watermelon size kidney stones/
So it's not easy at all but I'm prone/
To just terrorize and cause traumatic events/
With no consent, I leave foes bent/
I'm who they resent, they still get on their knees and repent/
I damage their soul with no physical dent/
The typical mythical Clark Kent/
I'm who Zeus and the other Gods sent/
Just some raw rap scriptures to read off/
Feel free like jumping from the skyscraper B loft/
Off balance, weight shifts like see-saws/
Business enthusiast similar to my G-Pah/

(It's just... A haunting melody)
(Me & Ora create... A haunting melody)
(A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody)
What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody)

[Iron Ora's Verse]

Chopped like Paul Bunyan, flipped by the onion/
Spit the shit to keep Emcees running/
Test trees, bless beats in my dungeon/
We press heat while you press buttons/
Stay dipped in the cut with a spliff lit/
Sound ass with your craft, kid I'm gifted/
Uplifted like I caught a spirit/
Motherfuckers don't listen but they oughta' hear it/
Most these kats tracks sound like they bought it clearance/
On point, never catch me at a court appearance/
Crate-digger writing rhymes that's more than searing/
Plate bigger cause I got a good appetite/
Fisher Price lines, spit into a plastic mic/
Thought you had the gift?, ain't (w)rap it right/
Ill magic every night like 32/
Little do they know the rap game is virtual/

(It's just... A haunting melody)
(Me & Croosh create... A haunting melody)
(A quick pen brushes... A haunting melody)
What a perfect occasion for.. A haunting melody)
Track Name: Scyliorhinidae
What up kiddo?, Ain't nothing, zero/
Oh ditto?, You just appeared low/
Well I have yet to shower in like 3 days/
Kinda groggy but I unsheathe power in the streets where I lay/
Beats I got on replay/
The box that I live in is owned by some elderly but I can't fabricate where we stay/
Eating some leftover bones of a catfish fillet/
I molded some sculptures out of my shit like clay/
Grabbed some 32oz malt liquor bottles on the corner store around the way/
I'm just stooped looking at people that wave/
The looks aren't intriguing just mostly grave/
Misbehaved and who knows the last time I must of shaved/
Unlikely to ever achieve greatness even when I'm worked like slaves/

We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps/
We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks/
We roar, no purrs when asked/
In the streets we defer them rats/(x2)

Stay Dirty as Old Bastards, no standards/
Foul, grimy, mangy, we still kick skuzzy raps grander/
Than the jury, grotty Hip-Hop flurries/
Unclean, disarrayed, excepted as furry/
I'm the scum that came from a universe that alternate/
Clutched words from here and altered it/
The Toxic slugging sludge Avenger/
Cruddy, rocking Lugz from a middle school September/
Damn that mess I used to remember/
Stole Mike Tyson's pigeon senders/
The messenger sent to burn the fake alive/
At the steak, meet Joan and I there around five/
I dive in balls first, no consequences/
Trying to play with a tennis ball, jumping fences/
Enter to dimensions through the 5th gate/
Elements uncharted, reaching for fate/

We them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps/
We refer to facts and drop turds on tracks/
We roar, no purrs when asked/
In the streets we defer them rats/(x2)

Rejected from society/
Detested against sobriety/
Homeless feuds and rivalry/
No sure signs of piety/
Brushing off anxiety/
Achieved what I needed finally/
Went to the majors from the minor league/
Request not granted/
Your view appears slanted/
From the mainland I was banished/
Raised abruptly Spanish/
And was left with many questions unanswered/
Guided by the Led Zeppelin lantern/
Tampered with the roughest in the wild/
The feelings inside are sheer exile/
Alone I'm asleep like Asher in the bread aisle/
Wanting to escape like a long in depth trial/
Beef, you cowards are carne asada/
I'm the end result of Godzilla vs Mothra/
Never really had a place to call mi casa/
Roaming in a middle eastern madrasa/
Track Name: Slammu
(Hook) (This that Slammu (x2))

I'm writing whatever my mind conceives/
Complicated imagination you wouldn't believe/
The contractor for building a team of cohorts/
Cooked up recipes, copped ingredients of all sorts/
Consciously, you couldn't come next to my level/
Spent careless nights where we reveled/
I revealed an instinct that out shown the rest/
Properly invested, now who whon test/
No excess, we trimmed the fat off/
To those who came before me, I tip my hat off/
Glad to laugh off of what seems to be a bad cough/
Don't stay sad lost, find something great at not such a bad cost/
Egads if your superior is acting like a rad boss/
They need something greater that will add but for you it's a mad loss/
Just brush it out, be what your about/
Focus on self and make sure to forget the doubt/

(Hook) (This that Slammu (x2))

That power increases with your blood flow/
Don't look slumped over and dumb slow/
Productive, lead as the example or don't/
Decisions that you think will effect the world won't/
Not with an attitude that resides in the dumpster/
In the end, all of us want a slice of that munster/
Remember though to keep the passion as a whole/
Rewrite the hieroglyphic under the adapted glow/
I reacted to the radio and what it plays constant/
Nonchalant, the public grabs your brain and taunts it/
It says you need certain amenities that you need not/
And they feed your brain in a pigs feed trough/
Know the boundaries don't exist in blind infatuation/
You can complete anything with this creation/
Blatantly I evoke and provoke out of spite/
No need to be on edge like the serrated side of a knife/
Track Name: Bull Shark
It's the misfit on his lonely/
In the shadows of night trying to roam free/
He just wants to be one with his thoughts/
Devious in the way he thickens plot/
Chickens trot, flicking snot/
On the road less traveled, the end is what he sought/
Dark in the way he crept around/
Into dust his soul was bound/

We break it down like amino acids/
I'm the hybrid of what was birthed from Lake Placid/
I really don't like the way this task sits/
Rolled over in my grave and rose from caskets/
It's the bastard, back at it again/
Plastered drunk with a couple of friends/
They seem just as musty as me/
Crusty eyelids make it hard to see/
Dumpster dove into what was a gold rush/
Cloaked up, described as looking so flush/
More like flushed down the toilet/
My brain's in a pot, time to boil it/
Feet looking like Bunions, word to Paul/
Nastiest toes a podiatrist ever saw/
But I'm still kicking like a tortoise from the Galapagos/
Dreary and clumsy like a sloppy ghost/

It's the misfit on his lonely/
In the shadows of night trying to roam free/
He just wants to be one with his thoughts/
Devious in the way he thickens plot/
Chickens trot, flicking snot/
On the road less traveled the end is what he sought/
Dark in the way he crept around/
Into dust his soul was bound/

Eating soup with chicken Brothel/
Peace to the sharking apostles repping Doppel/
Just know no one can stop you, keep the youth/
Peep the Pudding, don't forget the Proof/
Settled in the corner with a bone sawing instrument/
Ready to slice a bystander severing a ligament/
Then bagging it up for the black market/
Dr. Frank is trying to piece back the carcass/
Keeping under the radar, you know how narks get/
I'm the shark set, making sure all is on target/
Cool Beaners, with some Mexicans in Greenland/
They call them frozen backs there, know what I mean man?/
I ain't a mean man, just some jargonistic racial slurs/
Pardon if the place concurs/
To get rid of you and I like a bad habit/
Blown up like a mine field and a Bagdad rabbit... Dag nab-it/
Track Name: Tapetum Lucidum (Feat. Griff Spex)
I'm dealing with mathematics, algebraic/
I spit it For The Kids at home afraid to say it/
Manhandling beats, I straight slay shit/
My life is like a long rope with frayed tips/
The hardships could be worse but I conquer/
I perfect my writings till' it's bonkers/
From small shows to sold out concerts/
Some music eases pain and some songs hurt/
I just let beats speak to me in my sleep/
Rise up for glory, never becoming victim to defeat/
I hate having to repeat, I hate having to repeat/
It's whatever, I slide through clever, discrete/
I have visions and become side swiped by others/
I need to flip them out of my way to uncover/
The Heavens above me and the angels that hover/
Instead of staring at the ground and my minds clutter/

(Break) (Eye Repeats)

[Griff Spex Verse]

(Ayo) Ayo the throne suits you niggas ill/
Lame mixed with real/
The game fixed changed eye/
Color blue as the red skies/
Who be in the ride?, shot the chariot/
Heaven gave me the crown, sweeter than a cherry get/
It's that one eye open in the scope/
Lay a nigga down broken where he floating to/
(It's) only what was chosen/
Nocturnal potion, wake till' the sun is open/
Gates, hunnit spokes roll, folded paper gold/
Which we hold close, ain't like it's proposed hope/
Open arms gotta problem lockin' doors/
Put a thought up in euphoria the aura of a nigga (soldier) in a scorers boat/
Lay it down, never boasts/
From aerial views, see the clues of what I devote nigga.../
Highs and the lows but what I compose bigger/
Fly from the soul, niggas know the crews signature/
The New Age Giants, we create are own division bruh/
Track Name: After Heavy Rains
Something fizzy in the distance/
Questioning death since my existence/
I can't understand the half though/
Existentialism is my last hope/
Getting high off of bath salts, never using bath soap/
The grungy, about to bungee breh/
Who jumped off the cliff and threw his life away/
Into the depths of freedom until the splat/
Everyone wants the same sense minus the last fact/
I contracted this disease of originality/
The foul bee, buzzing with a casual casualty/
I can't express where my life may have went/
I spent days bent and never paid the rent/
Harder and harder to stay content/
Easier to pitch a deuce than to pitch a tent/
All natural with the aqua scented down pour/
The sound call of a storm, it found fall/

Maneuvered with new words spitting and dripping/
Never slipping, one with the gift and/
I stare at the clouds and watch the rain dance/
I wear the crown, celebrate and reign dance/
{Watch the rain dance, as I reign dance (x4)}

Entered through the portal into a different realm/
Had a Nightmare that appeared On the Street of Elm/
Don't remember it mostly/
But what I do know is it was ghastly and ghostly/
Unholy was the dark, HARK, peace to the Lone Sharks/
Alone sparked, reinvented was the start/
Ignition within him, intent was emissions/
Lonesome swimming, someone tries to fish and/
He never was one out of water/
As the rain gathered deeper was his thoughts and farther/
Did he dig inside the bottom of the sands/
All the time his fins were used as his hands/
Stuck in a rhetorical answer of the ocean/
He became a notion to float in motion/
To be what he gathered along in the Psalms/
The song was a message he passed and um/

Maneuvered with new words spitting and dripping/
Never slipping, one with the gift and/
I stare at the clouds and watch the rain dance/
I wear the crown, celebrate and reign dance/
{Watch the rain dance, as I reign dance (x4)}
Track Name: Jaws (R.I.P. Uncle Ricky)
Just broke from the Jaws of a shark/
On the rise of brilliance like Tony Starks/
Sparks fly, when I release raps/
Fin submerged, gills open when I breath back/
Just a pair of white socks, the remnants of my Uncle Rick/
Something's wrong and my soul needs to be fixed/
The heart inside me has changed into a different rhythm/
The spirits that were in the sky now reside within him/
There's comfort in darkness but the light reveals/
The truth and all that it conceals/
A man with almost nothing who chooses to give/
Has a prosperous life that is long lived/
I give glory that's all his, seriously it all is/
The music is what structured all this/
What you become after it's all said and done/
Is determined on the mentality of being the one/
And only for a matter of time, legacies are left/
In one swoop, the thief stole using theft/
Fan blades is what I stare at most days/
Cold air in my face, thinking how I should give praise/
The more I contemplate the stronger my mind grows/
PTSD is hard to cope with, the Lord knows/
Veteran of music since my first leave/
The love and culture since my birth conceived/

Out of vices, I've learned to break free/
I try to leave it but the past keeps haunting me/
Gave me more than I could even offer/
Had a soul made of gold but it tarnished to copper/
Strong willingness seems to let others down/
In the beginning in a womb, the end is underground/
I live in the moment but plan for what's to come/
I reside in galaxies, strayed away from suns/

The strength given to me by the support of some/
Is the best feeling, the world I will give to them/
I had issues in the past and even more as an adult/
Praying for the following of thee occult/
I assault lyrics with no regrets/
I feel like I never have money and I'm always in debt/
I swept past thick headed scoundrels/
Who tried to take the gold and the crowned jewels/
The safety of your family should be the first concern/
But we all pass eventually, waiting on our turn/
The Jaws of death waiting to clench down once more/
To swallow you whole, nothing to wash ashore/
The line between good and evil is drawn by you/
The world is too complex, it's designed by who?/
The Supreme Architect, respect is given/
I strive my hardest, just keep living/

Out of vices, I've learned to break free/
I try to leave it but the past keeps haunting me/
Gave me more than I could even offer/
Had a soul made of gold but it tarnished to copper/
Strong willingness seems to let others down/
In the beginning in a womb the end is underground/
I live in the moment but plan for what's to come/
I reside in galaxies strayed away from suns/
Track Name: Aerial Breach
O.G.'s be like oh geez/
I only rock Jordan O.G.'s/
I stay funky like old cheese/
My dogs I'm with have no fleas/
The flow breeze/
Drew out New plans, Orleans/
Better than me?, Oh please/
Built strong and lived long, Oak trees/
Begging the folk, leave/
Feeling stoked and intrigued/
Smell of gun smoke, just freeze/
Stood my ground, Cochise/
A lot of you cats need to change your litter box/
It's the Kid that Rocks, minus fedoras and country talk/
Punk just watch,/
It's an outbreak just like the monkey pox/
Stayed next to Lox, no Jada, P, or Louch/
Been in the booth spitting truths, before you knew/
I'm the sudden reoccurrence in the Matrix doctrine/
Stay and watch him, amazed but proceed with caution/

(Hook)
(My rhymes are harder than last nights erection, So play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section (repeats))

Leather boots stomp your chest in/
Looking for more jewels that I can invest in/
From a Section 8 0, peace to Mr. Lamar/
Beard game heavy, It's The Return Of Jafar/
My verbs heard from afar, donut out in the car/
Rigorous darts, bodies left with more than a couple a scars/
Rouge status sipping on some dark brew-skis/
Just me and a pad of empty loose leaf/
My mental splatters pages for readers and listeners/
Hip-Hop, the one chick I should be sticking to her/
I throw ya'll in the stew I brew, a cheap boil/
I strike first, no firing back, just recoil/
You spoiled my appetite but not for destruction/
Your facial attitude needs reconstruction/
Suctioned, sucked in, to keep it moving/
No repercussion, the reapers coming, my soul I'm not losing/

(Hook)
(My rhymes are harder than last nights erection, So play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section (repeats))
Track Name: Oceanic Phantom
This is the return of someone that you follow/
I leave you with a Rude Awakening, word to HaLo/
One of two are gunna meet you, Your Maker or Diablo/
The Red or Blue Pill, either are hard to swallow/
Fresh with the vocab since I can't remember/
I reinvent Cool, even in the Summer it's December/
I'm that burning inside you, the wishful embers/
I got nothing but love for ya’ll like the Breast of Chicken it's Tender/
Full complete, never had to render/
Robots to the rap game you seem to be Bender/
The Futurama minus the drama through the galaxy I glide/
Your fallacy ends up diminishing the pride/
When I finish I Slide, of course it's Electric/
The dragon inside me, I dispense pyrotechnics/
Against the will of the fake, I straight deflect this/
Went from nothing to illest in unaccountable seconds/

I'm from a nation where we stay sharking/
Hark! The ignition within him is starting/
From this Earth my mind is departing/
This is how it is/
I'm rhyming to live/(x2)

What inspires me most are my people who are close/
We cheers it till someone is comatose and we boast/
All along the east coast, praying for those who met the ghost/
Sitting alone you get the roast, itching for vengeance like you touched poison oak/
I wrote this note, while my visions were cloaked/
By darkness I float, so come correct when you approach/
Or get stepped upon like a cockroach/
I suppose and know I can dodge every pot hole/
Cause nothing seems to ever stand in my way/
That's a bland display of lies but anyways/
I better myself and grow stronger by the minute/
Bring myself to terms with life and when I finish/
In the light, a certain strength is diminished/
Please let me breath at least till' I finish my sentence/
Jail break, early escape into the open air/
Where dreams and feelings are hope and fear/
Track Name: Megalodon (Feat. Cable Wraps) [Remix]
I'm a creature in your favorite Sci-shark feature/
Defeat whatever you throw at me, either/
It's the sick twisted, linguistic, dipstick/
On the miss listed, most mic killer in existence/
Orga beams blasting from the shoulder region/
Seizing more legions during this season/
These heathens are gunna have a hard time breathing/
I can smell someone bleeding, It's the crew-neck crook thieving/
The lyrics I spew might have you believing/
That I'm someone I'm not, in that case I'm leaving/
It's hard to explain the stains I enforce on your brain/
This is gunna be one of those joints you need to retain/
Never been sane, unless it's super, I never refrain/
I'm the mega shark aerial when I take down planes/
Back once more, leftovers get washed ashore/
I got lost in war, don't get rocked my boy/
Plotted, allotted top slotted/
Hoping to venture from east to west getting spotted/
I nodded to the noble ones and knocked out/
I flattened some sober ones who said the were about/
That life, that fools say they represent/
I monopolize on that intent to a greater extent/
So basically if you're whack you get attacked/
The white Warren Sapp of rap dropping facts/

(Hook)

[Cable Wraps Verse]

A distant creature born out of Indian totem poles/
Soul captured and written and inscribed inside of Jehovah's scroll/
A behemoth beast from the pits of those men deceased/
A Demon looking for his way to peace or a fresh start at least/
The chief enters premises as the arch nemesis/
The devilish Reincarnation bastard shall level this/
A clenched fist, grips the tool, to amplify the gift/
Dirty teeth, a rotten human soul inside Hip-Hop exists/
The Megalodon hit the world into a blunder/
So the water grew and now Cable invades with hurricanes and thunder/
Apocalyptic wonders asunder the world in under 7 days/
I part the core to take all emcee lives away/
All relentless power dignified my lonely road/
And destined to manifest all that's left of your pathetic goals/
Godzilla is CruciaL, So I'll be King Kong/
The two savages to bring destruction in and be labeled Gods/
A structured mind that reformulates my evil side/
The end is now comin' so don't try, just prepare to die/
Write your pathetic lines, the quicker you'll be doomed/
My lyrics birth typhoons, monsoons and blow away the moon/
I swiped the sun from the sky/
Farted and froze hell, while my bars made the greatest of all angels cry/
I don't know if this is hard for you to comprehend/
I have fun destroying my pen/ (While you niggas eager to diss)
Track Name: Tapetum Lucidum (Feat. Griff Spex) [Remix] {Bonus}
I'm dealing with mathematics, algebraic/
I spit it For The Kids at home afraid to say it/
Manhandling beats, I straight slay shit/
My life is like a long rope with frayed tips/
The hardships could be worse but I conquer/
I perfect my writings till' it's bonkers/
From small shows to sold out concerts/
Some music eases pain and some songs hurt/
I just let beats speak to me in my sleep/
Rise up for glory, never becoming victim to defeat/
I hate having to repeat, I hate having to repeat/
It's whatever, I slide through clever, discrete/
I have visions and become side swiped by others/
I need to flip them out of my way to uncover/
The Heavens above me and the angels that hover/
Instead of staring at the ground and my minds clutter/

(Break) (Eye Repeats)

[Griff Spex Verse]

(Ayo) Ayo the throne suits you niggas ill/
Lame mixed with real/
The game fixed changed eye/
Color blue as the red skies/
Who be in the ride?, shot the chariot/
Heaven gave me the crown, sweeter than a cherry get/
It's that one eye open in the scope/
Lay a nigga down broken where he floating to/
(It's) only what was chosen/
Nocturnal potion, wake till' the sun is open/
Gates, hunnit spokes roll, folded paper gold/
Which we hold close, ain't like it's proposed hope/
Open arms gotta problem lockin' doors/
Put a thought up in euphoria the aura of a nigga (soldier) in a scorers boat/
Lay it down, never boasts/
From aerial views, see the clues of what I devote nigga.../
Highs and the lows but what I compose bigger/
Fly from the soul, niggas know the crews signature/
The New Age Giants, we create are own division bruh/