Piece of Mind
by MC Dosia
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about
MC Dosia is from Vancouver, Canada and his debut solo album, Piece of Mind, is just a piece of this puzzle. As one of the lead members of the indie hip-hop band DNA6, whose full-band live show became legendary throughout Western Canada, MC Dosia has been earning his place in the forefront of the Canadian independent music scene.
Vancouver's unique independent music scene created a highly collaborative environment and MC Dosia invited many of these artists to work on the creation of Piece of Mind. Produced by A.K. Raine with additional tracks by Juno nominated producer, Ryan Stewart (Wine Cellar Studios) and featuring artists such as Mario Vaira, Quest Poetics, Jess Vaira, Nikki Gallos, Junk, Colleen Renison, Chantal Upshaw, Junk, David Morin, Aspire, DJ Mint, Alex Maher and Chad Taylor. MC Dosia is proud to represent these friends on the album.
Vancouver's unique independent music scene created a highly collaborative environment and MC Dosia invited many of these artists to work on the creation of Piece of Mind. Produced by A.K. Raine with additional tracks by Juno nominated producer, Ryan Stewart (Wine Cellar Studios) and featuring artists such as Mario Vaira, Quest Poetics, Jess Vaira, Nikki Gallos, Junk, Colleen Renison, Chantal Upshaw, Junk, David Morin, Aspire, DJ Mint, Alex Maher and Chad Taylor. MC Dosia is proud to represent these friends on the album.
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released 01 November 2008
All works produced, recorded and mixed by:
A.K. RAINE for WATERSHED STUDIOS® unless stated otherwise.
Other production courtesty of:
Ryan Stewart, Wine Cellar Music
Mario Vaira, Five Fathom Studios
Scumbag, House Hold Records
Graphic Design by:
Nova Music Services, Five Fathom Studios , Kronik Boom Records
Made in Canada
© 1998 Kronik Boom Records
www.kronikboomrecords.com
All works produced, recorded and mixed by:
A.K. RAINE for WATERSHED STUDIOS® unless stated otherwise.
Other production courtesty of:
Ryan Stewart, Wine Cellar Music
Mario Vaira, Five Fathom Studios
Scumbag, House Hold Records
Graphic Design by:
Nova Music Services, Five Fathom Studios , Kronik Boom Records
Made in Canada
© 1998 Kronik Boom Records
www.kronikboomrecords.com
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- Track Name: Piece of Mind (feat. Jess Vaira)
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Piece of Mind
Verse 1:
I’ve made mistakes and I won’t try to deny it
If I tried then I’d be lying, and if I lied, my denying
Wouldn’t help, out, the current situation that I’m facing
Pacing back and forth, while I wait patiently
Chiselling away at life, like a man of masonry
Race against time, with competition chasing me
Take every failed attempt, as another opportunity
To vent my resentment….vent my contempt and resentment
And turn it into something innovative
sort of new but native to your ears
and just try and be creative
Instead of taking, I’ma make a contribution
And remember that behind every problem’s a solution
Only through experience can knowledge be acquired
Teachings are a way to get inspired
But still only open a door, you’ve got to take it from there
Take in the challenge like a breath of fresh air
Hook:
How do you know something’s right, until it’s wrong?
Where to fit, until you belong?
Verse 2:
I’m splitting hairs, till I get to the root
Seeing it through to the end, and leave no room for dispute
Keep an acute sense of where I stand, open my chute
Make sure I land on my mark, with the soul’s of my boot
Firmly planted with bent knees
Pull it off like I’ve been doing this for centuries
Risk it all for a few subtle memories
Been searching all this time
only to find it was always in front of me….
Hook:
(c) 2008 Kronik Boom Records - Track Name: It's Alright (feat. Nikki Gallos & Aspire)
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It’s all I got in my life,
Just trying to make things right
Cause I’ve been up, I’ve been down
But in the end, we got this sound
So it’s alright, it’s alright
It’s alright, it’s alright
And that’s all I’ve ever had, my music, my pen and my pad
Some revolutionary thoughts from my dad
And from my mom the gift of gab
And now I’m up in the lab, improvising the track, bringing it back
Over snares and drum kicks, keys and bass licks
While the hi hat ticks, underlined with some lyrics
The energy’s flowing, we keeping the vibe alive
In the home studio, with the cutie singing the hook
While the fellas cook the production, arrangement and verse
Writing words, sipping juice in the listening booth
Just wanna be living proof, you can go from your living room
To la cantina, then to sold out arenas
I just stayed a busy dude, on the grind, chiseling too
Never worry about sissy fools
saying “is he cool?” or, “what did he do?”
cause my whole life, been singing this pretty tune
And only now you know who you been listening to…
My heads overflowing with poems
swollen and growing, but no one knows
Just if the skull holding it all in is all that it’s cracked up to be
But I don’t’ give a fuck, let me get you up to speed
My whole life I’ve been told, that the life that I chose
Wasn’t right and the road that I was on wasn’t controlled
And I, needed some guidelines, some, rules to abide by
And, so I’d hide my, true feelings inside my
Chest, got me stressed, cause I knew that unless
I addressed how I felt, expressing myself
Would get, harder to do, I’d start, harbouring too
Much resentment, I’m smarter than you
Would like to give me credit for
So I encrypt my message, hidden in a metaphor
I sit back, and watch the letters form, words
And as those words form a song
I realize the music’s all I had all along, all along
This is all I have, so listen to my rap
I sit with my rhyme pad, scripting a tight track
And if you don’t like that, you can be kissing my white ass
It’s like that, so if you think that my rhymes phat
Then turn the beat up, catch the rhythm and lie back
Observe the way we ride the kicks and the hi hats and
feel it till your body starts to twitch and your spine cracks
And climax, once the volume is turned up, the words come
Music was always my first love,
Nobody ever taught me to work up
The courage to be heard and drop these verses I learn from
So if you heard what I said, and it’s been burned in your head
And you can understand the reason that I yearn to express
What I yearn to express, when I’m hurt or depressed
Or I’m stressed, this is my purpose till death - Track Name: Stereotype (feat. Junk)
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I’ve never... been the type to buy into the hype
Cause all I want to do is write and rhyme into a mic
Spending time with the people that bring light into my life
And light the way, like the moon slicing into the night
I’ve never... been the type of cat that acts like he’s all that
Skate shoes, jeans, with a black Nike ball cap
Fact is, it’s raw rap, these cats slightly all lack
Cause you could be a baller but your tracks might be all wack
I’ve never been the type to care what other people thought
Treat em’ equally, like night and day during the equinox
Even as their forks scrape across the plate I’m eating off
Bite me all you want, you’ll never guess what’s in my secret sauce
I’m not the type of guy, that likes to go get nice and high
I’d rather read a good book like, The Life of PI
Speaking of pie, I’ma go and get a slice of mine
Loving every second of my role in the divine design
What’d you expect? That I’d have a blinging chain on my neck?
Rapping about slinging cain’s how I’m gaining respect?
Sorry man, that ain’t me, I lead a spiritual life
Excuse me if I don’t fit your stereotype
What’d you expect? Chrome rims, spinning on my ride?
Popping bottles with top models, living the life?
Sorry, I don’t buy into material hype
Excuse me if I don’t fit your stereotype
What’d you expect?
I’m not the type to kiss somebody’s ass
Abandoning my morals, trying to get that money fast
I’m just patiently waiting, saving up a ton of cash
Cause the tortoise wins the race and it’s the hare that comes in last
I’ve, never been the type to brag about the shit I got
Getting caught up in the latest trends of whatever shit is hot
It’s just not me, I’m not the baller on your city block
But the shit I spit is hot, with you admitting it or not
I’m not the violent type, but I ain’t one for backing down
Say what you like, but watch your mouth or you’ll get smacked around
People used to diss me out, now I’m the kid they ask about
They said I’d never make it happen rapping, but who’s laughing now?
It’s my career, and I ain’t taking it lightly
So me quitting due to criticism’s very unlikely
Fact of the matter is, I don’t care if you like me
So, go ahead, do it, STEREOTYPE ME. - Track Name: Skitzo
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You’re bout to venture through the black of the abyss
And journey through the mind of a man with slit wrists
To understand, formulate a plan of observation
But don’t reveal yourself, this is a covert operation
Avoiding altercations at all cost, you gotta tread lightly
Cause you never know where you might be
And it’s likely, you’re stepping on the toes of a creature
That’ll beat ya until you’re black and blue and then eat ya
Insanity’s inevitable, you gain insight
To who you really are in the absence of light
And it’s a tight fit, through the corridors of my life kid
And you might get stuck and have to ride out the night, shit
So don’t forget to say a prayer before you enter
You in the center of the dragon’s lair, seeing magenta
Scared stiff, completely overcome with rigor mortis
Can’t run cause you lost control of your hind-quarters
Welcome to my circle of rap, it’s where it’s at
Where the best aren’t decided by the size of the cat
Or size of the gat
It’s all about, who’s the baddest, who’s the phattest
Who’s got the real rap schematics
I got you walking with your hands out, feeling for the door
So dark, you can’t tell if you’re on the ceiling or the floor
Piercing to the core, I’ll extract your worst fear
Bring back your first tear, put you back in first gear
Where your only thoughts, are to get the room illuminated
And to smoke a blunt, till you feel your soul’s been fumigated
So you start running, not, really knowing where you’re going
And you start throwing punches but you’re swinging at no one
I rain down with an aerial attack like an eagle
Drop bombs like a seagull, murder you and do it legally
Eagerly, hit the mic, cause any minute we could be
Receiving static from another wack MC’s frequency
If he could see what’s coming,
he’d probably stop his mouth from runnin’
Turn off the tap, stop spitting wack rap
But it’s too late, he couldn’t navigate through my labyrinth
And it’s time for the circle of rap, but now you absent - Track Name: Drop the Beat
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Like sun shining on the concrete street
I feel the heat rush up from my feet
All live, no DJ’s in the fleet
Drummer drop that beat, my drummer drop that beat
We all live and all five of us
Give off a vibe like we five brothers
Won’t get the same vibe with five others
My brothers are quick to trade sick beats, and shit loads
Of thick grooves, for lyrics and b-boys with sick moves
There’s few who can do, what we do, how we do it
Stay true to ourselves and the roots of our music
But take our own style, start creating some new shit
And make a sort of makeshift blueprint
Of what direction we’re going and where the biz is headed
Find out exactly what we need, get what it is embedded
And burned in our minds, so we won’t forget it
Measure twice cut once, so we don’t regret it
And if I said it, you can bet it wasn’t subject to an edit
But instead it came straight from my mouth, and I won’t let it
Get twisted, bringing the hook back in five
And the drums, the bass, the vibe is all live
The drums (drums), the bass (bass) the vibe (vibe) the rhythm
It’s all live
The drums (drums), the bass (bass) the vibe (vibe) the rhythm
It’s all live when we drop the, drop the…
drums (drums), the bass (bass) the vibe (vibe) the rhythm
It’s all live
The drums (drums), the bass (bass) the vibe (vibe) the rhythm
It’s all live when we drop the, drop the….
Soon as the thump of the kick drum thumps and bass pumps
I get goose bumps, and spit while the whole place jumps
Mugwumps on the sidelines feeling us out
Not really sure what to make of us or what we about
So for those that are wondering, we’re all about thundering beats
The kind you could feel up under your feet
Not one in their seats, they feel the kick drum in their sneaks
Got them dancing their ass off till they’ve gone numb in the cheeks
SO WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR?
Especially when you got Merciless Prime plugging in his patch chord
SO GET YOUR ASS OUT ON THE DANCEFLOOR
With real talent, you don’t have to front like you hardcore
THEY WANT MORE, SCREAMING “ENCORE!”
Dropping bombs on the 604, before we’re going on tour
From the east coast to the north shore
Help me break it down in: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4.….. - Track Name: Memories (feat. David Morin)
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Since you... I’ve had three failed relationships, and haven’t a clue
What to do with myself, I just keep battling through
Till I hook up with someone else, I know it’s sad but it’s true
But the truth is, nobody holds a candle to you
I wish if just for one day, that you could stand in my shoes
I think it’s safe to say, you’d feel the same way had it been you
I isolate myself, with a pen and pad in my room
Alienate myself, till I feel like a man on the moon
Sometimes I hate myself for having such a bad attitude
I try and write a catchy song, but end up rapping the blues
Writers block strikes, when I’m in this bad of a mood
But my music’s the only way that I can channel it through
I gotta hand it to you
No one’s ever made me feel like such a panicky fool
Questioned my sanity through
All this calamity, so many times, I had to reboot
Just hope you’re still around,
Now that I’ve had a chance to regroup
Cause…..
I’m looking at the picture on my dresser drawer
I miss you, but I can’t be with you no more
We had it all, I never felt this way before
But all I got are memories
My world came apart every time you walked out that door
You had me picking pieces of my heart up off of the floor
I never cared so much about somebody before
But all I got are memories of you….
It’s been a while since I thought about us
Tell you truth, I haven’t thought a lot about much
Aside from music these days, and I’ve been caught up at Plush
Working 15 hour split shifts and it honestly sucks
Cause every time a thought surfaces, I bottle it up
And when I get the urge to call you, I swallow my tongue
I go through stages when I wish I’d never fallen in love
And carry on like nothing’s wrong, knowing you calling my bluff
Don’t even have the balls to get rid of all of the stuff
That I kept from when we were dating, stalling because
I miss everything about us, and all that it was
But I hate having it here, because all that it does
Is remind me of you, and I’m appalled and I’m crushed
At the way that things turned out between us
I wish we could get it back, to the way that it was
The only woman I trust, the only woman I love
But all I got are these pictures…. - Track Name: Dynamic Duo (feat. Mario Vaira)
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I have tried to educate, if I have not succeeded all together,
I have certainly educated myself.
Inhale, expand my diaphragm Let my voice manifest my thoughts, like I’m drawing out a diagram
Through the 58, my vocal chords hit the mixing board
And exit through the speakers with a few new features
Cause, now it’s amplified, 5 fold, to get them eyes rolled
Back in disbelief, I got you grinding on your teeth
Slip and slide down your ear canal, banging on your ear drum
Vibrate your ear bones, until you hearing clear tones
Infiltrate your mind like music pumping through your earphones
Yo Prime? Yo? Why don’t you spit em’ something?
Exhale these cold flows, foiled by the breath that knows
Each and every high and low
Every fold of my origami hold, bought and sold
Truth be told, I get too ahead of where my head is at
But looking back, there is too many times I’d rather turn it back
Like, dear father time, pied piper of the spoken rhyme
Won’t you give another chance to dance, reverse this pantomime?
Turn water back from wine, take the essence and refine
Listen to the words I say and flip perspective, yours to mine
So call me Prime, frontline
Up and ready to dispense this dense sentiment
But what about this friend of mine?
The Don Megatron, linking up with Optimus
Got two speakers glued to your ears Like suction cups off an octopus
Man, it’s a must, I got to bust, bust till my esophagus
Is dry like my eyes when I’m high, my lungs so dry I’m coughing dust
(How often does one offer us a chance to see you two in action?)
Well actually, me and Prime rhyme all the time, go ahead and ask him
Everlasting, last until the end of time
Even when we’re dead and gone, Prime and I live on through the rhyme
every time you feel the rush of blood that feeds your body mind
Relax and find the beats and moments of your past you left behind
Our sign to you, the legacy, that me and Dosia next to see
Foundation of your conscious thought, deeper than you expect to be
Hook: DJ Mint:
Now Tron stand strong, got to work this cut along
While we go grab the cats we lost at the beginning of this song
So latch on any way you can, concept of your fellow man
Cerebrally, you feeling me?
Man I’m feeling you, from where I stand, mic in hand
I can see a plan spread it’s wingspan
Over seas, across land, like an albatross man
Can-I-stand-by-tongue-tied-while-my people
Jam out while the beat goes on
on, you gotta rock till it’s gone
Cause when it drop, you better realize, the rhythms that we live upon
Resonate through each and every single last one of us
And none of us will give up, till we feel that we have done enough
To sum it up, yeah, this is only the beginning
And every movement we make together, keeps the world spinning
The future is now the willing
Men, women and children
Ready to find the common ground within them.
Hook: DJ Mint: - Track Name: Sex
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I got sex on the mind
Can’t seem to think about something else
I’m thinking about sex all the time
Tried distracting myself, but nothing helps
I’m thinking about fucking right now
It’s like I don’t have any real control
What’s one more fun night out
Go to bed and let another girl steal my soul
Now, I don’t really wanna drink, but I’m drinking
And I wonder if this chick I’m with is thinking what I’m thinking
Cause I’m thinking that it might be cool
Girl, if I could spend the night with you
Now, I don’t really wanna smoke, but I’m smoking
And even though I’m broke, I’ma act like I’m rolling
Cause, women don’t want no scrub
Taking them home from the club, I
I can’t afford to get a cab, but I trust
That she probably wouldn’t come, if we travelled on the bus
So, I’m out trying to flag one down
One passed by, but came back around
So we, jump in the car, now she’s talking about food
But it’s two in the morning, and I’m not in the mood
Cause I really just wanna get laid
But I guess I’m an easy guy to persuade
Cause we’re, on our way to get a late night bite
I’m pissed off, cause I’ll have to delay my flight
If I wanna stay up and shag
And I haven’t even packed my fucking bags
Man, all this shit for a fine piece of ass
But it really wasn’t worth all my time and my cash
Cause, after she fucked me blind, guess what?
I still had sex on the mind
Most guys got a one track mind
Some lack morals, and some lack time
One night stands? Some love that life
But there’s some that wait for the one that’s right
But regardless of the motives, all guys take notice
When a woman walks into a room
And it’s in these very moments, even friends are opponents
Cock-block em’, but your friend’s cock-blocking you too
Don’t act like it’s not true, given the option to screw
Most guys wouldn’t say no, to knocking the boots
You’d be surprised at the things guys got in their rooms
Like, a drawer full of rubbers that their not gonna use
Massage oils, lubrication, mini bottles of booze
Vibrators, and all sorts of erotic sex tools
And the list goes on, a list so long
That it would probably take up every bar of this whole song
I don’t know why we are the way that we are
But also don’t know why it’s so hard for me to play the guitar
I guess it is what it is, and though I find it kinda strange
I doubt very much men are ever gonna change
So ladies, you can choose to accept it or not, I just hope
That you weren’t too offended by the message you got
Because men will be men, until the end of time
And until then, us men got, SEX on the mind…… - Track Name: You Better
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Sup honey, girl you looking fine as hell
Oh you’ve been working out huh? Well, I can tell
A body like an angel, smelling like Chanel
Got me spacing out, half baked like Dave Chappell
Got me under your spell with your beautiful smile
It’s enough to make a man wanna spit a freestyle
Here we go, spit my flow slow, so you know
That I dig the way you shake it on the floor
That’s the way I roll, when I see what I like
And I’m liking what I’m seeing right now, here tonight
Wrap my hands around a mic, grip it tight
Cause you know you got me feeling alright
Doing it all night, all night
Tonight, I’m rolling with my boys, and we all might
Hit up a club crawl, and if you wanna come, well alright
In about 5, I’m bouncing out the door
And I better see that ass on the floor
You better shake that ass on the floor
Till your momma don’t want you no more
You better get your skinny ass on the dance floor
You better get your skinny ass on the dance floor
You better shake that ass on the floor
Till your momma don’t want you no more
You better get your skinny ass on the dance floor
You better get your skinny ass on the dance floor
Girl, I know you want me, and I know you know I want you
Act like you don’t, and say you won’t, knowing you want to
Play hard to get all you want, but I’ma tell you this
Give me a week, I ain’t a thief, but I’ma steal the kiss
Right off your lips, until you come back to get it
Get it back, just to lose it once again, but you let it happen
Tossing kisses back and forth, until our lips are chapping
Ripping off our clothes like Christmas wrapping
let’s make it happen…..
Baby shake that ass for me (shake dat, come on girl shake dat)
Shake that skinny ass for me (yeah, just like that, now bring it) - Track Name: Falling (feat. Chantal Upshaw)
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Feels like I, could fall in love
Feels like I, could fall in love
It was you who pulled me through the rough days and gave me strength
For you, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do, I’d go to any length
Just to make sure that you’re happy, cause you never tried to trap me
Or questioned my love, when girls would throw the pussy at me
And ask me, where I’ve been or who I was with
Cause you trust me enough to know there’s you and that’s it
That’s all there’s ever been, I ain’t no weatherman
But I predicted that the sun would shine for us
And it’s been shining ever since.
Hold you in reverence, in awe of your benevolence
I’d face any nemesis, break the seven deadly sins
And that’s the truth, girl, for you, I’d brave the elements
True love really does exist, and our love is the evidence
When I can’t help but feel like I’m falling
And I need to get my feet back on solid ground
It’s always you that I find myself calling
Cause you’re always there to catch me as I’m falling down
It’s not often I find a woman that I can’t resist
Spending most of my time with you, trying to land a kiss
I didn’t plan for this to happen, but I’m glad that it did
Cause I can picture you being my wife and having my kids
And as sad as it is, you got me shook
Even when you ain’t dressed to impress
You still look off the hook
When it comes to you, there ain’t no comparison, girl
You drive me crazy, got me acting so foolish, it’s embarrassing
But you were there for me when nobody was
Told me you cared for me when I was feeling like nobody does
You know me better than I know myself, only because
You took the time to get to know me, and show me what love is all about
No doubt….
Now don’t you worry bout a thing
Baby I’m your queen and you’re my king
The love I feel for you is real
No, this ain’t your average fling
I want you to know the love you bring
Is enough, I don’t need no diamond ring
Ooh baby, it’s you and always was
And I need you to catch me cause I’m falling in love
With you…
Yes I’m falling in love
with you…. - Track Name: Help Yourself (feat. Mario Vaira & Quest Poetics)
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Lately I’ve been feeling like the odd one out
Should I try to fit in with them all and rob myself
Of my identity? And be someone that’s not myself?
How could I sell myself out? Man, all I got is myself
I got friends, but they got their own drama to deal with
It ain’t like high school no more, this drama is real kid
I feel like all I do is eat, sleep and work
And by the time I get off, I’m so beat it hurts
I could use some time away, work’s been taking it’s toll
My back’s aching, back breaking work’s been breaking my soul
Or spirits, whichever you prefer to refer to
Reminds me of my hustle on the curb out on Gertrude
My days off, don’t even feel like days off
And my account balance,
Makes me wonder if hard work ever pays off
It’s chaos, sometimes I wish these jerks would lay off
Instead it’s, “yes sir, whatever you say boss!”
But how the hell am I supposed to function?
Feeling like nothing but life and death’s conjunction?
When everything I know is based on assumption
The assumption that the people who taught me knew something
Am I weird? I don’t know, I feel weird
If no one understands me, then why am I still here?
And why do I insist on doing this to myself?
I need to stop asking for help from everyone else
And HELP MYSELF….
These days assimilate, all colors fade to grey
These days assimilate, I’m caught in Nesters’ rat race
These days assimilate, all colors fade to grey
These days assimilate, I’m in Nesters’ rat race
Lately I’ve been feeling like it’s all the same
With every movement that I’m making, taking part in a game
But there’s no heart in the aim, that flies true but tame
So every effort that I start, just falls apart in the rain
Under a mark like cain, my prophecy, self appointed
So I remain the King of refrain, self anointed; the disjointed
I know my foe by many names and dubious claims
Of my infinite soul in flames
We both one in the same, I’m just the half of the whole
Who stays awake at night, afraid the other’s after my soul
And I can hear it, louder than the pump in my chest
Footfalls like the rhythms hidden under my breath
And I can feel the echoes of my thoughts that rob me of rest
But if I let go then I know I’ll just get caught in these nets
I’m trying to pause and reflect, but living cause and effect
Has left me blinded to the jackal with his jaws at my neck
So how am I supposed to deal with the weight
Of every second, falling on these shoulders, holding my fate?
I count stars that I know I’ll never hold in my hands
And try to understand my need to know the reasons of man
I worked hard looking for a path I feel is my own
And had to leave behind my only definition of home
A single tone, clear - like the ring of a bell
Maybe the answer that I need to escape this hell
And HELP MYSELF….
Now, you’d be mistaken if you think us three fools
Can change the rules through the duel of the song
Wrong, cause we recruit you
We the fuel, you the fire, we the means, you the desire
We’re the half, you’re the whole, the clock strikes 12 lo behold
Watch our stand rise like a fire piercing darkness
It’s desire to consume the unfit
those who be fighting to survive
Lives are at stake, complacencies hate
Our minds awake, waging war, for the poor
Blast the door
WAR! - Track Name: Slippin (feat. Jess Vaira & Quest Poetics)
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It’s never too late, to turn it around
No matter how low down
Your life is shaped by, decisions you make
Don’t be satisfied, with a reality that’s fake
With a reality that’s fake
With a reality that’s fake…
Since ‘89 I’ve had your back and you’ve had mine
And ain’t shit changed in 17 years, one of my closest peers
And never once have you ever betrayed me
Double-crossed or played me, acted shady
Or tried to make a move on any one of my ladies
Straight up with the yes or no’s, never gave me no maybes’
I knew no matter what that I could trust you
I guarantee, the world will never see
Another crew of two, like us two
Plus you grew up the same way that I had
Hatred building up inside, aimed at your step dad
I guess that’s why we both relate to one another
But lately I’ve been feeling like I’m losing my brother
For real, last time we spoke got me choked up
You told me that you just got out of jail
And already you sounded coked up,
Listen, live your life the way that you see fit
But if you’re dealing, which you are,
You shouldn’t be doing the shit
The number one rule of slanging, you know as well as I
Is you don’t get high off your own supply
Whether it’s profit that you snorting or pinching, it’s not important
The important thing to know, is that YOU running the blow
And not the other way around, bro, I know how it sound
It’s sounds like I’m out here trying to tell you how to get down
But that’s not it at all, you bout to hit a brick wall
And I don’t wanna see you trip, slip or see you fall
Despite what you say, I see you starting to slip
I had you by the hand, but now I’m losing my grip
Stumbled down the wrong path, and you’re bound to trip
Your boat’s sinking, but you don’t have to go down with the ship
I hope that I can reach you in time, God I wish you’d listen
I ain’t trying to tell you how to live you life, but, listen
Be smart, listen to your heart before you start trippin’
It’s so hard to see one of my closest homies start slippin’
How long do you think that you can keep on living?
The way you living? Wrong decision after wrong decision?
I’m having visions of my homie dead and gone or in prison
I witnessed first hand, it break you down like long division
You used to be a man of ambition
But now you’re just a man without a plan, I hope it’s just a transition
Cause this verse is the last transmission
I’m sending, cause I’m tired of pretending it’s all good, when it’s not
Yeah, it’s all good till you get caught, or up until you get shot
By some crack-head motherfucker fiending out for the rock
But then what? Just gonna sit and rot in a cell?
Plottin’, wondering how it is you got in this hell?
And don’t think that it can’t happen, this shit happens all the time
When you live a life of crime, you walking a fine line
Between incarceration and freedom, until you lose your balance
Weighing out 8 Balls, is just a waste of your talents
I see you slippin’, and think a change is essential
Cause you’re doing nothing for a man with so much potential
When we were roommates, you used to talk about your plans
For the future, and how if you were given half a chance
You would prove to the world that you’re more than just a drop-out
But now it seems like you’d rather push weight and cop-out
Then hop out your whip, 100% legit
It sounds better than you’d like to admit and you know it
Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
Statued stone leaders crumble
There’s breaches in walls
Political institutions, toothless resolutions
Have numbed me complacent
I’d pick up no arms, seal no mans fate
Nor partake in the overthrow of one’s nation
Say yeah, But for you I’d stand stubbornly calm son - Track Name: The City (feat. Colleen Renison)
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The city’s been good to me
But I need to roll through my old hood to see
All the people back home that mean something to me
Like my friends and my family
One thing’s for sho, when I go
I’ma reconnect with everyone I know
And it’ll be just like it used to be
Yeah, life in the city is great
But every once in a while, I need a bit of a break
Need to escape, and return to my place of origin
I come from PA, my homie cape’s from Oregon
But no matter where you from, we all get homesick
We all feel alone at times, lost in our own shit
We all have had the need to see familiar faces
Get pissed, and reminisce in those familiar places
Where we kicked it as kids, sitting back
Thinking about the “good old days” and how different it is
Now that we’re full grown, yeah, full blown adults
Thinking about old friends, like my homie Brad Shultz
I miss the old crew, man we used to kick it old school
40’s and blunts, and if you talked shit we’d roll you
I really wish I had a list to scroll through
Of all the phone numbers of the kids that I was close to
Cause, I often wonder if they’re doing ok
And how it’s been back home since me moving away
I heard a few peeps had left town, a few of them stayed
I know Dallas Ward is doing just great
My homie Ben, shit, he’s about to be a father again
I can’t believe it, it’s crazy, not one, but two babies
Yeah, lil’ p about to be an older brother
And I got mad love for his mother, I’m coming home….
I got the week off work, yeah, I’m headed back home
Got fresh west in the deck, I’m like, “let your back bone”
“Slide, slide slippity slide”
nothing like Coolio to bring back that old school vibe
I’m trying to get myself in the right mind state
It’s been so long since I’ve seen them all, it’s like a blind date
Back in 1 - 9, 9 - 8, I was one fine primate
A ladies man, just like my pops in the eighties man
So, I’m guaranteed to see an ex or two
My first love pierced my heart and left an exit wound
But it’s all good, the scar don’t affect me too much
Plus, out of respect, we’ve always kept in touch
I do my best to keep memories from collecting dust
And when I gotta call collect they accept because
They understand how hard it can be to make ends meet
Making a name for myself as a great MC
I’m bringing back some rough takes, just so they can see
How hard I’m trying to get my tape up in HMV
And when I get back home, my blatant vagrancy
Is always welcomed with a smile and safe place to sleep
Waking up to the smell of chris blazing weed
Man, I love it out here, this place amazes me
This is where I’d like to build my home and raise my seed
Big house, with the studio in the basement suite
