1. |
Moonlighting (Intro)
02:38
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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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2. |
Bofi
02:01
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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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3. |
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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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4. |
Grown Man
02:25
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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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5. |
Camera Man featuring 616
02:50
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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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7. |
The Music
03:05
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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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8. |
If I Told Her
02:09
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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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10. |
FH2
02:36
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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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11. |
Shot Him Down
02:03
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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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14. |
The Essence (Outro)
03:52
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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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