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Records
Honest Jon's Dub Vendor
I learned the rope from heavyweight cats
Real to real acetate
Vinyl and DAT
10" dubs cut for the Acklam Jam
Markers in my

the process

I just a hit flip script notion gotta pipe down
Two knocks on my mind 'til they turn the lights out
Reading through the past tense 'til it got

to it
But my life is defined by music
Came out my moms belly on the doctor's cue
To the beat of Sugarhill in Brookdale Hospital
1980 I could walk but

Bhalie atha Clhita on the map
Ready to take control
And take the thrown
Surrounded by sea but far from alone
Found a little motion
Grabbed hold on go

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the mic up a little bit
Ha
One, to-da, two, to-da, three, to-da, fo!
Tune the mic up, it's crispy, I'm ready

Flying in this four-seater
Got my lil señorita
Hotbox in the driveway
You can smell it, you can see it
Driving by the cops like
I don't see them
I'm a hit

and my fuckin' future children

Super saiyan, yeah
You fuckin' know it
It's what you get when you hold on to it
Cherish little things along the way you get

what I have to, ping to the pong
You claimed that my labels fake but LS is owned by you
It makes me sad that his track was dead and his friends

Traditions
Cooking up in grandma's kitchen
It's the food and the medicine
By the roots we've been given
Ancestral Traditions
Cooking up in grandma's kitchen

the first EP in my bedroom
Hours of searching and making head room
Confident that I could make the best tunes
The ones that have the crowd going
(Hey ah hey

At my best I'm a battler
My success has been lateral
Sick of the bull, a matador
You're having a cow
Don't know what you're buying cattle for
If not

Alto
But my tenor in tune 
I hear all y'all waves 
And I'm walking right through

So I came out the cave the other day
Buddy came to me with heat in

Why do so called MCs even try
To get upon the mic and recite
All their little bullshit, cliche rhymes
I’m thinkin' I might like to lose my mind
Devote

"what's
The purpose of this task?"
Someone smiled at her child
And she said "this is a trial
It's a test and the best will
Be judged by all the rest
Now my

By then daddy's hair was turning white
And I had to be mama's little man
But as sure as my daddy's back grew weak
My mama's faith grew strong
And those

Rudy

And even though you stole from a nigga 

I’ll never turn my back on you nigga 

Nigga I love you

But Here’s a little rebuttal

I hate you too

Nah

I'll just play around
The only way that I know how
Who knows, I might just find a new sound

'Cause we're a little bit different
Me and you
When

gon' take a little bit of that patience
Killing yourself to find something to do
It's gonna take a lil bit of that lasik
If you wanna get through
My

Baitha rehta bas yaadon me iss pal me rehkar dhoond
Kya khoya tune yaha
Aur kya paya tune soch
Learned my lesson now my tryna get there pretty soon
Mushkil

Carousel

Flobots

Noenemies

2017

I'm on a boat
Float maneuvering my eye site high on a post
Ghosts illuminate the night like two-minute lite bright
In tune with the zeitgeist,

unfold
cs I stand at heaven's door

Taking a trek down to ol' Baddeck
By the Cabet Trail
c misty little town in a faraway fairytale
Prayin' for the wit

Pluckin' n' strummin' tunes, you snooze, get ran past
Tortoise n' hare, it's not fair, prepare to place last
Not by a hair, real clear, beware, this pace is

on tour
I'll keep my circle clean
Bright as the moon
Bouncing from a satellite
Men fed with a spoon
Let me tell you little something 'bout my tune and tone

(that’s right)
Cut off a lot of my peers
Cause they been consumed by their fears

Had to go deeper within
I put my faith in the pen
Had to go scribble out