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Anthonology Volume 2

by Tony Lyrical

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1.
Conceived: 2010 – 2012 Born: 7/19/2012 The intro! Lots of childhood memories strung together on this one. Doin’ what I love, with the check 1, 2!!! lyrics I’m moonlightin’ ignitin’ The candle burns at both ends BMX, Huffy bike, and stingray Schwinn’s Jerry Lewis never knew us Meet Mr. Earl Flynn Sit back, relax, and let the story begin It’s more abstract than volumes and stacks Syllabus curriculum is critical, Conditionin’ Break it down to a minimal (ya listenin’) I build a ark like Noah when I blow up (Yo, uh) I see my life in 2’s procreatin’ never waitin’ After rainy day the sun will shine (uh) I’m so divine in my mind Intertwine design come through that line Spaghetti Junction I-285 Wrecks in effects when my thoughts collide Remember where I was back when 2Pac died Everything they owe bump inside my ride Yes, I roll in my GS Lex It’s paid off, just watch me flex I ain’t got a lien on it, so I can really get my lean on I’m laid back inside the track I stay in the pocket don’t stop it when I rock it Shift across the sand, blend in I’m Zartan Storm Shadow vs. Snake Eyes what a surprise To your demise they was on the same side Transform like I’m Optimus Sideswipe your Sound waves, just a slave Inside the squared circle Comin’ off the top rope turnbuckle Comin’ off the top rope with the bell right across ya’ throat Look, Ricky Steamboat when I start to choke Great Muta when I do ya’ spit the venom in ya’ face Blood all over the place and it’s just a disgrace Cuz, the confidence I exclude is more ravishing and lavishing than Rick Rude Thought you knew but you misconstrued Must be laid back with a style subdued Let’s get it started Get ya’ in the mood Comin’ wit’ the soul complement the food Moonlightin’ I’m writin’ With the focus glued Doin’ what I love with the check 1, 2 Check it out, uh 
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Bofi 02:01
Conceived: 2010 - 2016 Born: 11/21/2016 This song was conceived from a freestyle to this beat combined with recycled lyrics from another beat. One of the last tracks I recorded for the album Get ya’ hands up, get ya’ hands up, get ya’ hands up Get ya’, get ya’, get ya’ Get ya’ hands up, get ya’ hands up, get ya’ hands up Get ya’, get ya’, get ya’ A yo, hands up stand up on command what We be stackin’ tracks action packed command what Sneaky type of flows where it goes no hands what Bring it back and snap in that track, that man good! Yo! This is a new position It’s like a new religion I’m on a mission, fishin’, hook and sink the competition I want yawl all to listen, I want yawl all to listen, I want yawl all to listen Listen as I make it glisten Maintain, Maintain, maintain and say the same dam thang (unh uh) Maintain, Maintain, maintain and say the same dam thang (unh uh) Maintain, Maintain, maintain and say the same damn I speak of certain responsibilities, really my ability What I do lyrically will fuck ya head up What I’m about to do is un-seldom heard but seldom seen Sorta in between the cracks and crevices Entrenched and etched, deep inside the mind I’m running out of time I’m running out of rhymes Over 20 years deep I might be running out of Rhymes But I'm intent and hell-bent to keep ripping The glass is half-full and I'mma keep sipping This is a masterpiece so just pass the piece I'll outlast, surpass, and straight up blast your piece Running fast quick fast and then I'll blast ya’ Circle your ass and then I'll spin you around fucking around with the profound ridiculous sound (Uh )you get it get it get it get it get it get it you get it get it get it Right back as I make it glisten.
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Conceived: 2010 – 2012 Born: 4/29/2012 Re-Born: 5/28/2012 After we recorded the verses, we were looking for a nice melodic hook. JPalm played the track for Melanie Rutherford in the studio and she wrote the hook on the spot and laced it with her lovely vocals. I am very appreciative. Verse 1 We spit them purple triangle's that’s congruent Johnny-come-lately MCS is quite truant and tardy Mysterious like a Hardy Fools be sleeping on me and stay groggy and soggy Like corn flakes immersed milk my voice is smooth like silk, I’m satin Got a patent on my styles from ATL to Seven Mile Nobody can steal my soul for what I seal in Scrolls so let the truth be told my proprietary is very restricted use pursuant to my instructions I meet you at the crossroads in other words the Junction Hate to say I told you so but I told you so Peep my lyrical archives my verses never lied I told you all about the snipers back in 95 I told y'all that the D would get live I told y'all that hip-hop was like a scratch And I told y’all lyraculous is where it’s at Verse 2 The CIA take NWA vs. the KKK makes a DOA Hey, I'm slapping them with acronyms You didn't know that's why I had to bring it back again Oops upside your head cuz you can't win Shall we begin with subjects and predicates Sit at the table and learn your proper etiquette ya know Salad fork to the left soupspoon to the right The insight I write’s polite, I say excuse me. Produce the Poetical display My lyrical diorama causin’ drama from a view that's myopic I'm on some underground straight fiber optics I shut your shit down and put the kibosh on ya’ Your baby balling now I'll put the Oshkosh on ya’ You clown ass You're loud and obnoxious Getting sexually harassed by 9 Sasquatches While your mom watches Trace that skirt out with the flower print swatches Yellow raincoat rubber wet goulashes You fuckin’ 80s baby. New millennium thug You try to mean mug Y’all just really need a hug What the fuck!  
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Grown Man 02:25
Conceived: 2007 – 2012 Born: Summer 2007 Re-born: 11/11/2012 Grown man, real life shit. That’s the lane I’m in! Verse 1 I got you stuck on the realness for real this Be some grown man shit, real life so you can feel this Nose to the grind with them axes My paycheck chop a 1/3 off in taxes I work a 9 to 5 and I ain't ashamed to say it Cuz I got bills on motherfuckers won't pay it If I don't work we don't eat No lights and no heat foreclosed and get throwed on them streets Fuck a beat , I throw my monkey suit on and get my loot on And add value to the corporation The bottom line is that I might be in a bind Back of the food line snacking on some swine And I'm not having that I'm stackin’ cash in fact Last resort, I resort to smash and grabbin’ that Nah, better yet I go the legal route Take my ass to the AJC and get a fuckin’ paper route Verse 2 Somebody tried to tell me that the world is going to end I'm living for tomorrow y’all just trying to get it in Superstitious fools don't believe the Mayan calendar Grown man on my own shit higher-caliber Back in 05 when y’all buying Evisu I was saving up for my kids to get degrees fool Or start their own business if they really get it right Do for self build your wealth gotta change the plight Bout to role to North Dakota heard they got a quota Or hop in the bucket to Nantucket like man fuck it I don't give a damn I'm just trying to get these duckets No diamonds no Platinum no 14K I'm done and a half that shit up in a 401k Or investin’ on my own acting like a grown Grown man don't live at home with Mama He don't sit around just waiting on Obama Uh uh!
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Conceived: 2010 – 2015 Born: 7/19/2012 Re-Born: 6/4/2016 I wrote this for my beautiful (soon to be ex-) wife Verse 1 I love your lips Your smile it fits Exoticness you're a goddess it's Perfect face I'm inclined to take time to say you're so fine I'm glad you're all mine Dimple in your chin, oh Chocolate skin tone Real high cheekbones I'm glad to see those Eyes are peepholes They reach your deep soul Let me take your picture and replace my ringtone. Verse 2 I love the way you walk and talk it truly heavenly How bout we do this for me again will you marry me? I know you're smitten because I'm the man I'm bout to drop a hundred grand on these wedding plans (not quite) Let's renew our vows, rock matching wedding bands Remainin’ close at most, not we’re walking hand-in-hand Wee cross the burning sand Our love’s a Caravan Say cheese smile and wave to the camera man. Verse 3 The most beautifullest woman in this world is just like that I'm so into Your Mind Body and Soul you got it going on You inspire so many because you're so strong And you just float on Work at it so long From day tonight your favorite song up in the headphones Fit, fierce and fabulous and yes they believe in you You work it out you got the clout and they can see it too You maintain your frame you got your own lane Curves swerve indeed you ain't no plain Jane Step inside this booth that gotta recognize the truth So photogenic and you love taking selfies too Look so serious showing off your perfect Temple Sometimes designer clothes, sometimes you like to keep it simple You got the look and you know your picture perfect thick Smile for me and take another perfect pic.
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Conceived: 2007 – 2012 Born: Summer 2007 Re-born: 6/24/2012 Classic! Me and Mark doing what we do! Verse 1 You can't stand it biting on a hard like a sandwich Ya’ damaged and jokin’ although I’m soft-spoken Hard to digest infest in ya’ colon swollen I put a big hole in, bust, the shit settles down like dust And plus I'm eclectic. I'll leave you in a septic tank. It stank. As fumes feel the rooms with ‘shrooms and bacteria and it's clearly a Sad sight as I gets hyped tonight right You're sickly, ya’ malnourished, my styles flourish Like An Egyptian kinetic kemetic Ivory tusk the musks, plus I just let it. Rest at the top of my throne With the scent of body oil cuz I'm going back home I be on like a bandit I leave you stranded on an island with no food Shit’s quite rude. Castaways has to say Cast the first stone, I break the bones My words cruise and bruise right through ya’ dumb clones I tap the brain cause pain from a C5 fiber Dripping at the mouth like a dog drips saliva No vital signs cuz the death is obvious But I’mma just go and get the electro physiologist Defibrillate your heart rate from cardiac arrest Lobotomize your brain from imprisonment yes You can’t fuck with the Lyrical. Check what I'm telling you It’s like you step to God and he put the fucking fear in you. Verse 3 You can’t stand it. Smacked in ya face open handed Strip your annual salary. Go ask Malory Family Ties relies on nepotism You’re highly suspect I step with skepticism Shit y’all be kickin’ lightweight on some hacky sack I’mma fuck around and bring the abstract back The pretty boy Kappa, Que dogged the putty cat AKA the pretty girl, ain’t no chance of hitting that Calculate the Delta cuz I’m gonna make a change Alpha, Beta to the Zeta. Why you lookin’ at me strange? Like I’m speakin’ in Greek. Just my figure of speech Cuz I’m speaking to each and all y’all bassackwards It’s like your putting the hop before the hip And tripped and slipped cuz ya Nikes lack grip Dysplasia, while I daze and amaze ya Spin ya ass around then I slice you with the razor It’s over
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The Music 03:05
Conceived: 1994 – 2012 Born: 2008 Re-born: 11/11/2012 I love this beat! It always puts me in the mood to rhyme and takes me in a different direction each time. This version is like a concoction of freestyles and writtens with some lines going all the way back to ’94. Verse 1 I get smooth with the groove but I do like a loofah bar Black rap superstar in my own mind my zone find A home where I roam on the microphone, paradise that's my life. Spit so precise. Exacto never spit a wack flow no Give me the microphone and watch me still the show My voice flows with so much cadence and I say since I began and expand I came along way I won't go astray cuz I'm here to stay It's all in focus perspective selective Who's the one to give a pint of blood dumb dud Maintain through your vein, hard through your artery I work hard to be a major contender, when I send a Real rhyme flow like the one that go Straight from the left to right so you can read it Yes indeed it's when you need it Chorus – What I love best about the music don't abuse it use, choose it first and foremost outlet creative impulse. (Repeat 4X) I never will abuse the music I refuse to lose it, choose it f First and foremost outlet creative impulse My bloodline, pulse, pulsates with the rhythm Give them something they can live for and die for an for an eye for an eye sore Soars across the plains, mountains, give them landscapes, oasis. I place this music on a pedestal because it saved my soul took me out the hole That I was digging myself into Perfect salvation creates the situation a free my life from the (1st) wife that was trife I’m enticed strictly by the mic device. Precisely all I ever wanted and all I ever needed See all I ever wanted, ever needed, I proceeded I treat ‘em all like microwave cooks and just reheated I slow it down then I speed it up I'll be switching lanes quick when I beat it up Yes I eat it up, cuz the food is nourishment to my soul Put it all inside the soul I fill my scroll, put it up for sale retail But I said no this ain’t my bread and butter cuz I don't need your dough Rhymes are as pure and white as driven snow Focus on the craft surpass the average Joe Elevator art shake up the status quo It's all for the love that's all you gotta know.
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Conceived: 2010 – 2012 Born: 11/18/2012 Ah yes! Relationships! It’s one of my favorite topics to write about. Having played every angle from the love triangle in my lifetime, I draw on those experiences. Verse 1 I love my baby boy, I love my baby girl, I love my life, I love my wife But you can get a girl Don't mean no disrespect not trying to go astray But that body’s banging what you think I'm supposed to say Now tell me what you sipping, then I’ll commence to tipping Then on the next song baby you can just commence to stripping That's what I'm talking ‘bout Got damn that ass is fat And when you make it clap I really don't know how to act We need some privacy, let's hit the VIP I start to lose my mind that's when you sit on top of me I'm ‘bout to lose control I slid up in that whole Wit no rubber hubba bubba, I’m ‘bout to lose soul I start to go for broke. Up for the down stroke Seems like the water broke or is it just uneven yoke Now it’s a crying shame, don't even know her name And in the mind frame the time frame my life changed I got face my spouse and got kicked out the house I don't sweat it, don't forget it I just called Tiger's house. What up doe Tiger Woods? I seen you in the hood You could’ve would’ve should’ve took it back you really would I said my life’s in ruins, I don’t know what to do and Pick up the microphone do nothing but that check one two and Nah that’s an empty life, I really need my wife I'm on one bended knee I'm begging she forgive me please She said let's keep it real How would you really feel If I let some dude just lick me down and cop a feel You couldn't take it could you? So don’t expect me to You betrayed the trust, there’s really nothing left to do. Okay no more excuses this conversation’s useless I'm leaving you It’s over now I'm chuckin’ up deuces
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Conceived: 6/23/2012 Born: 8/19/2012 This song came together really quick. JPalm sent me the track with Denmark’s Vessey’s verse on it. I was really feelin’ it and verse and chorus just came to me. I reached out to see if he was cool with me hopping on it. He was wit’ it and it turned out to be perfect collabo. Chorus – Feeling fled, heart bled, paint you red (Repeat 8X) Verse 2 Here we here we here we go again, fussing and the arguing First you said you love me then you start to cuss me out again Psycho analytical must be PMSenin’ Angry bird blowing up the phone text messaging Got me on the border on some straight up Mexican Straddling the fence on that make up sex and then Brain surgery we got some was precision and Got the nerve to ask what can I put it to an end? Just a yellow-bellied coward I despise the green-eyes Jealousy and envy deception white lies Got too much baggage ‘bout to tip the scale Put the signs out of relationship for sale Emotional bank account was full and in the black Steady pulling out who deposits stacks Biting off the hand that bled if fled Going for broke now and we’re in the red Chorus – Feeling fled, heart bled, paint you red (Repeat 8X)
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FH2 02:36
Conceived: 2001 Born: 12/6/2013 This was actually originally written for Volume 1. A new beat breathed new life into it and it fit well with the theme the previous 2 relationship songs on the album. Verse 1 The Royal peacock squawk salamander platypus I push push up in the bush Cracker Barrel sparrow chested red-breasted Robin Goblin chicken head fed on some head Rumor Mill said that she's good in bed But they also said, but they also said A Yo, tack head hose bring legal woes And I suppose that they’re kind of like Grease They be easy to slide into but hard to get rid of And leave permanent stains on your crease Please release me, yo you're not my PO And I ain't even on parole stomach’s on swoll That's what I was told Let the drama unfold, let the drama unfold As I observe from a distance as Miss Relentless Gassing fools like a dentist even trained her apprentice, uh Verse 2 She got him telling lies on his dick like he really boned her But in reality all he did was telephone her On occasions persuasion of the suede skirt was more tempting than Bledsoe He said let's go to the Ho Jo on the do lo But don’t tell so-and-so about that episode, but yo Behold, the cheating exploded in his face Caught red-handed just holding a case Of infidel don't let the temper swell Tick, tick, ticking like a time-bomb remain calm and cool But yo, she gotta a break fool and pull out the tool and check what she would do But oh, not the one that's known for blasting off What was once rock hard to drop and got soft Domestic violence plus screens than their silence Chopped off his dick and left it in the trash bag dag She got his genitalia Homeboy I'm telling ya If you don't take heed, then it leads to your failure
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Conceived: 4/15/2012 Born: 6/12/2012 This ain’t another song about murderin’ emcees. This the type of shit when you start to squeeze. Just expressing my right to bear arms. That’s all. Coming through my front door your ass get shot Running through my back yard your ass get shot Fucking with my family dog, your ass get shot I'm a peaceful dude, but don't think I'm not Gonna take a stand on my property you want come test okay we'll see This and another song about murdering emcees This the type of shit when you start to squeeze I rather shoot first then get popped in the back I won't get murked in a sneak attack JPalm told me don't hesitate Pull that shit out make ‘em levitate Wifey heard a funny sound I get the glock I walk around the house got my shit on cock Got my palms all sweaty Got to aim steady Got to concentrate like aim shoot ready Or is it ready aim shoot, they’re in cahoots Kick in the door with them steel toe boots Don't think it won't happen cuz you're in the suburbs Thinking you’re immune, all that shit is absurd Release and pull the trigger as I hit him in the head Happened so fast I can't remember what I said Thought he was a tough guy he smoked the weed out Now he laying dead as he starts to bleed out shot.
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Conceived: 2001 Born: Summer 2007 Re-born: 6/24/2012 Me, JPalm, Mark and his boy Sean had a lot of fun recording this was in the D. It was Sean’s first time in the studio and I think he did his verse in one take. That was the first and only time I would see him. He passed away a couple of years ago. Rest in Peace – Sean. Verse 1 I'm straight he's like YBIs and BK's Seven Mile dogs and Schoolcraft 4 days Straight he's like YSL's and Cazelles Kangaroo boots, Lottos and the Troops Silk shirts, Calvin Klein's, Hawaiian short suits Sheepskins, Nanny Goats and thick ropes With slang like def and dope, Fa Sho was squoa Don't act like you don't know Straight 80s like perpetrating a fraud Mix the Filas with Adidas swearing ya hard Like I ain’t friendly dog I'll pull your card If you can’t relate then your disregard Straight 80s like the Nike suit from Rob Base's video And walking down the street with your radio But y'all don't hear me tho. (yo, yo, yo, yo) Straight 80s like we was doing the Smurf, Papa Smurf, New York Smurf, German Smurf for what it's worth Spinning records in reverse to catch a devil's verse Snatch a Benz ornament like your snatching a purse And put that on your belt buckle don't that make you chuckle Thinking back to when you ain't have a care in the world Drink in Cisco you're passed out and Earl Up to 4 a.m. on the phone with your girl Straight 80s like Like you had a Jheri curl or an s-curl or a high top fade Nobody was paid we was trying to get laid For the first time, for the first time We straight eighties like.
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Conceived: 2012 - 2015 Born: 11/21/2016 Dope collabo with fellow Detroit emcee Marv Won. Thanks to JPalm for setting it up! Verse 2 I rock the same fade since the 9th grade I rock the beige Timbs cause they never played Out, what I’m about Spttin’ representing 20 years removed but still I represent the Mitten I'm getting it in straight up from Michigan Stingray Schwinn on Michelins, Homeboy check it I said I'm getting it in straight up from Michigan In Ren Cen with top tens doing the Earl Flynn Ain't nothing change when I'm back in the hood It might sound strange but it feels kind of good To sleep in the same spot of where I was raised And see my same boys friendship never changed Original 2 man we came through Circumstances change but the heart remains true Respect in effect come correct it add up Stood the test of time in the end command trust
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Conceived: 2012-2016 Born: 12/1/2016 This is the last track I wrote and recorded for the album. Quite fitting. As we bring it to a close I want everybody to know It's been truly therapeutic y’all Ain't nothing like getting behind the mic and spitting what you write Speakin’ how you feel Let the truth just reveal your thoughts If you're feeling the words that I speak the mission is complete If you're feeling these JPalm beats, the mission is complete Chorus – Hip Hop in the essence manifesting blessings (Repeat 8X) So spectacular black vernacular I'm bringing it back to packing a Mac in back of a Acura I love flowing keeps me alive shout out to Nasty Nas greatest of all time Check it out y’alll, I’m breaking down my Fab Five Number 2 is Ra 3 is Kris 4 was Cannabis before he got his ass bussed (ha ha) Detroit stand up you know we rep it real live Number 4 is Em Number 5 is Elzhi (Lead Poison) Nuff respect to the youth who rep the craft Like Kendrick, J.Cole, Drizzy Drake and Joey Bad See I’m a old head got kids calling me Dad I’m vibin’ with the Tribe to avoid a narrow path (Tribe Called Quest) I’m vibin’ with the Tribe to avoid a narrow path Chorus – Hip Hop in the essence manifesting blessings (Repeat 8X) Before I bounce I wanna give a shout out to everybody who contributed to this album (long overdue) Sean rest in peace My man MarFlan, what up doe Melanie Rutherford lovely vocals 616, Denmark Vessey Marv Won Rextrax Studios Trub Life Studios DJ Trouble skills are impeccable And to my main man Mal We did we finally did it Feels good Feels good

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Anthonology Volume 2. It’s been one a helluva journey. I still remember when I dropped Anthonology Volume 1 back in 2001. Life was so different back then. A few years later, I got married (again) and had two wonderful kids. I continued to write, free style, and occasionally record when I went back to the D to visit.

In 2007, me and JPalm decided to start working on Anthonology Volume 2. Over the next 5 years, in between work, family and marriage life, I sporadically wrote tracks for the new album and recorded whenever I was in the D. Every year I would start out saying, this is the year I’m gonna finish the album, but by the end of the year…nothing.

In 2012, I met DJ Trouble, aka Trublife at my yard sale of all places! He happened to be looking for some old school Hip Hop vinyl and convinced me to break out my stash of 12s. We got to talking and I learned that he had a studio right up the street from my house. That’s all I needed to hear! I got re-energized and on a mission to drop the album that summer on my 40th birthday. We recorded like 6 tracks during my first studio session. JPalm was steadily feeding me new beats for the album and I was in a zone writing and recording new material and re-recording some old material all summer long. By the end of the summer, the album was almost complete, but not quite ready. Trublife ended up moving out of state, I had all kinds of drama in my life and the album was once again put on the back burner.

By 2015, JPalm got me inspired to start writing again when released ITOFTS. I jumped right on it and sent him 9 songs I wrote to some of the new beats for a new project I called INTGITFS. But, I knew my first priority was to finish what I started with Volume 2 before I did anything else.

When 2016 rolled around, I found another local studio to record at. Even with all the drama I was still going through, deep down I knew this was the year I was finally gonna make it happen. There were a few albums that gave me the extra motivation like Elzhi’s, Lead Poison and Royce’s Layers earlier in the year. Then when De La and Tribe dropped in the fall, I knew the time had come! I finished recording the last few tracks with JPalm over the Thanksgiving break in the D, did the outro when I got back to ATL and it was a wrap!

So here it is Anthonology Volume 2. I hope you enjoy it!

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released December 5, 2016

All Tracks Produced by JPalm
Executive Produced by the Original Two Man

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