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Initium
Written by K. Wilson
© 2010 ASCAP
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor.
That's not my business.
I don't want to rule or conquer anyone.
I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white.
We all want to help one another.
Human beings are like that.
We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery.
We don't want to hate and despise one another.
In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.
The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.
We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in.
Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little.
More than machinery, we need humanity.
More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness.
Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together.
The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all.
Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair.
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people.
And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
I'm not here to please
Maybe here to lead
Feeling more than I
Could ever be
I stand on feet
Never plead on knees
Throughout tragedy
I still have my dreams
Despite tragedy
I will succeed
To spite blasphemy
Is how I feed
I will need
For you to see
The deed is done by me
Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel!
Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle...
My life is an open book
Supply rhymes for you ears to look
My life is an open book
Supply rhymes for you ears to look
My life is an open book
Supply rhymes for you ears to look
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Creme De La Creme
Written by K. Wilson
© 2010 ASCAP
Verse 1
sick with the poison like a venemous elephant
negligent so intelligence speaks on irrelevance
I'm not on crack rocks in socks and poppin glocks rap
I'm on stocks and bonds invested to buy train tracks
Gawz rapped while untreated keep injuries stacked
Its the difference between me and the way they interact
what seemed like a plan often is done on a whim
it's the amount of skill dedicate to blaze paths within
i've always been on a grown mans mindstate
old soul they say is what makes me irate
but you won't ever see me mad or lose my temper
never shaken or stirred you can use a blender
to get in a mix up tricks up and out of the bag
more upset than your old lady getting up on her rag
or raggin on the countless times you lag
nasty but nature it's own way to cleanse it sure has
Chrous
let the cream rise to the top
cash rules everything around so we never stop
cough cough
or ever quit
cough cough
we make em sick
Verse 2
nas ain't no second childhood up in here
lessons from adolescence is what is to be held near
do your shows in your little square circles
need to shift shapes before all these people hurt you
awol no need for velvet ropes
just music that evokes
hope and memories
now he broke and filed down emery
you can get famous
wait until you're nameless
places forth back pacing
faces catching cases
got gamed like NBA it's amazin
shoot from inside the court blazing
3 points 3 strikes 3 fights 3 rights
amendments I ain't even housing them like
within my quarters discredited soldiers
know no difference between rocks and a boulder
I could've told ya but you'd rather hold up
gold dust they sold us
fear strikes when we roll up
Chorus
let the cream rise to the top
cash rules everything around so we never stop
cough cough
or ever quit
cough cough
we make em sick
Verse 3
hard work beats talent when talent refuses to work hard
back in the day we'd just say get up on your bars
dumbed down like no electronics in a car
no power to steer stay struggling from the start
no ignition to get past any crucial parts
pieces are left back pickup for all the narcs
reverse engineer try to leave a new mark
but like Chinese auto it just falls apart
a stones throw away from galleries peanuts butter
wolf it down so fast choke on food of words you mutter
why keep all of those feelings under
shudder at the thought come through all your stutters
so live vicariously through me
I shalt not want what I can't be
I shalt not flaunt that of which I can't see
I shalt not front about my l i f e
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Diabla
Written by: K. Wilson
©2009 ASCAP
Verse 1
They say a morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness
seeing her with another dude got him loading yet loathing why am I holding this
And killing over a female its more about the principle
I know girls that love dudes that are tryin to homewreck their institutes
you think what 2 people have should be sacred left alone
Truly respected by any real mans own
Thoughts of interfering gets you left with nothing but
being broke with a bonus of broken bones
he stands there confused and lost for what he postponed
while cartridge projectiles fly through cavities zoned
no dentists ya need triage an ER to hold back that destiny contact PR
Its breakin all muscle matter and things shatter
served with a sentence that'll splatter your brain matter
Chorus
I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside
You call it love I call it death
I call it stress you call it best
I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside
You call it great I call it hate
I call it fake You call it straight
Verse 2
Disillusioned hearts racing love chasing all that is running a life
to feel warm and fuzzy inside
with reckless self endangerment a drunk driver
in the mental state yet mentally challenged
anyone will cheat no matter how virtuous under the right circumstance
its to spite their faith
we are only here to procreate
These are things that remain part of the complication
for people to find to do what’s defined as right could actually be wrong
that’s what the sad song is for
maybe you wont ignore and this time you’ll seek to ask for more
into the reasons you did what you did
took the plunge but before had kids illegitimate
wanting to spread your seed but you can’t care for it
the garden is ruined and you ain’t here for it
Chorus
I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside
You call it love I call it death
I call it stress you call it best
I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside
You call it great I call it hate
I call it fake You call it straight
Verse 3
She had a tendency to serve hearts a la carte
Ruthless like mixed martial arts no narcs and no option tapout
A sport for blood she had him in the van damme made him black out
She really has no feelings but lives for the thrill of a vulture
A culture of vanity and for that she is a mulcher of insanity
And she’ll eat it all down to the bone and the carcass
Leaves no stone unturned she just marks us
Feels so alone so why did she start this
An unseen monster in her mind the lochness
Caught this and brought her tears down to the water
always wanted to feel loved like daddys daughter
Expected men to give the absent love of her father
to get back at all man she developed a poisoned end
for those that try to give her heaven she’s hell bent
Chorus 2x
I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside
You call it love I call it death
I call it stress you call it best
I’m having Illusions all this confusions driving me mad inside
You call it great I call it hate
I call it fake You call it straight
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Shake Shoulders
Written by K. Wilson
© 2010 ASCAP
Verse 1
So what is this about PC
Not computers or penal code but politically correct speak
Like how you say things can have so many effects
if you don’t do it properly somebody’s bound to catch wreck
Yet we do it every single day
You ain’t got your facts straight
I would say
back to the drawing board but you don’t even have
A pen pencil to use to draft
or even a crayon some call it a cran
And some call jaguar’s jagwires
others call tomatoes tomatoes
Potato potatoe
Manny jack and mo
Tres
Sober beats and over it goes Foci’s lyrics
monolithic yea
its monolith in your face just face it
Its monolith girl you know you can taste it
Get on to it yea BRRRA noise we be makin
I really don’t know
The reasoning seasoning to be spread
Cooked and baked in take the full head
Chorus
If you wanna bounce
shake Shoulders with your Hands up
Verse 2
Yes its meant to be spoken and held to the utmost in accuracy
no blasphemy its accuracy accurate did you hear me clearly
I clear channels and have to dominate the market
Spare the small talk and the empty pockets
Give and take and I won’t be the only one giving
Sit and wait and you’ll be in the sun past the 9th inning
the homebase knows no boundaries Pasadena SGV
210 605 110 north south west east
626 323 818 telephony
where gangstas mountain lions forest fires all feast
diggs antiix last but not least bobby bellow
always holding down this here fellow
we know the radio so old the playlist will fold
when they get sold xm will hold oh
yea I said it and this industry is gonna take a change
my radar is up and running and it’s coming within range
Chorus
If you wanna bounce
shake shoulders with your Hands up
Verse 3
If you hate them its cuz you still like them
I know the words I speak is pissin you off
like someone washing your windows and missing a spot
Irritating
Money get involved your enemies become your friends
Shit don’t get resolved your friends become your enemies
Respect me and I will respect you
Know whom to step too
Know who will get through
Know who would blast you
When you step up in their hood
And its never all good
With all this nonsense you should just take it outside
Don’t try to fight up in my spot when I get live
Blood or crip or reppin brownside
Despite the blue I wear I’m at the point where we can all ride
Because I do this for a greater means
Even though it seems like real hip hop has no place to be seen
You know i'm gonna have to hold it down and rock this industry this industry
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Dairy Products
Written by K. Wilson
© 2010 ASCAP
Chorus
Why sell the cow when you can sell the milk forever 2x
Verse 1
stop being obstructionist with no clear alternative
hating on everything you bring nothing but sedatives
debbie downer so just sleep and let the world pass you by
the world realizes your worthless than maggots and flies
i ain't a street thug
i'm building streets up
give alternatives evidence is planted street drugs
see the fact that you'll be dead in the streets mud
perpetuate nathan aint chasin I'm raising a dream
stay facing the realest things I blow off the steam
but everyone will tell you none of life is what it seems
so we change our approach catching the coach to get the most out of life
the dose is what is broken ice
so cold it is in the heat triple degree and it burns
you get what you earn
and you earn for your keep
no turns to be made not like 2 left feet
see if it bleeds it leads
into the headlines as a real story
the more gory
equals instantly on your ISP
TV Sitting in front of that screen
Stares so blank for it you fiend what will it mean
undefined within every stream that deems
some resort to scaling off the triple beams
Chorus
Why sell the cow when you can sell the milk forever 2x
Verse 2
not general at all given the topic.
I'd rather people worry about it than pay it down with logic.
one way to incarcerate ones mind is by having them focus on that of what they can't control or find
It's a mental game. some demon eats your soul
placed prose most would fear its where anything goes
Keeps one occupied and commits them to "stray away from their designated goal"
a million times you can be told
no over that wall is a hell
is a place where all the evil dwells
like the end of the world is to happen in 2012
as I back hand you for spewing the goo
peeps run amuck they rake in dough while we stuck in glue
ain't super when we pull acetate to outdo
away with the flakes and the man made lakes
that poison your well
that man made hate
leaving for all to tell
that man made late
even a thing to sell
watch you count every second
trying to learn this lesson
of life
Chorus
Why sell the cow when you can sell the milk forever 2x
Verse 3
have you ever felt like a hamster running the wheel
every movement made keeps you at a stand still
it ain't fake if you ain't got your hands will
she only stays when charged on her mans bill
what an easy way to bring you down
you are you and all of you whom surrounds
we already knew that
but learning at your own rate leaves you beyond back
lapped traveling to slow
i'd rather hit the wheel than never go
i'd rather get base and steel when the hands low
i'd rather get mased while fighting for the revo
different solutions allow confusion
conclusions are drawn
with faint ink so straight they can not think
a spectacular specticle Henry Bemis wouldn't see it
time enough at last while the world stays scheming
survival of the fit for those that dare
top of the food chain prey must be aware
to thine own self be true yes I declare
you can call me the new age Voltaire
Why sell the cow when you can sell the milk forever 2x
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The Road Less Traveled
Written by K. Wilson
© 2009 ASCAP
Verse 1
It’s been a long time coming
My congruent math is fluent to stand
Me speaking in tongues all can understand
Chuck Yeager I’m breaking barriers of sound
Pass me a bottle with the contents and get loud
definition wise technician through the nights
the conditions to give my disposition on the mic
extradition
I have no interest to cut and run
but more of a hit list of those that we need to cut their funds
I’ve done this for so long my sight hind older than time
Its like years measured under constants different minds
Marching through this path you see mimes and dimes
That want to hit you its diseased its like vice crime
And you don’t even have control of the pros or even the cons
Leaving you to feel like a dumb blonde
Yea and that’s whats wrong with these cats
No experience but getting jobs and contracts
Chrous
Foci
The road that I travel ain’t got no traffic
Tiffany Jackson
So lonely coming down on this road
Foci
Its taken by few so I let you have it
Tiffany Jackson
Now that you have been taught better believe that you've been bought uh uh ohhh
hoooooo heyyyyy
Foci
For real
Verse 2
So what’s R&B not Aaron Neville singing off key not intentionally
Its really cuz R&B straight sucks
But you got bucks to support this nut out of tune with the auto touch
auto tune to be out of luck
so now I know you don’t listen to music much
so why am I getting hurt sitting in the clutch
Cuz ya’ll just (expletive) up the whole thing
Giving massive sales to dude that can’t sing
So of course the jigga’s now think that they could rap
more wanna be (expletive) clowning they same the same crap
What you call facts and what I call snacks to feed on
eating emcees is bad for my diet so I let you bleed on
Take you to the slaughterhouse
Those 4 can’t do it alone each and every one of you get on the same route
See I’m sick and tired
of them slick liars
I raise on and bump my Raekwon to get wired
Chrous
Foci
The road that I travel ain’t got no traffic
Tiffany Jackson
So lonely coming down on this road
Foci
Its taken by few so I let you have it
Tiffany Jackson
Now that you have been taught better believe that you've been bought uh uh ohhh
hoooooo heyyyyy
Foci
For real
Verse 3
Its not about you getting shot 16 times
its about me getting through 16 lines
What you got on your list is your divine problems
Don't look at me as your wish to come and solve them
Straight to the core therefore say no more
Score never to be leveled while they fly through your airports
And pollute your skies and pollute you water
And pollute your minds pollute your child sons and daughters
Talk is inexpensive and actions are rich
so if you try to spend that talk you'll be in a ditch
Please believe I yield to that invisible shield
that tells me to live within my means despite the appeal
Magnetic force fields where the poor kneel
like how I reveal many ties with my power lines
Ideal to touch a sign you need to get electrified
have to handle the current to walk in the shoes of my life
Chrous
Foci
The road that I travel ain’t got no traffic
Tiffany Jackson
So lonely coming down on this road
Foci
Its taken by few so I let you have it
Tiffany Jackson
Now that you have been taught better believe that you've been bought uh uh ohhh
hoooooo heyyyyy
Foci
For real
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medius
use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness!
it's within my veins - word
yet it's so strange - word
to get in lane - freal
without placing change - wow
but it's ok - is it
no it's not - uh huh
but what I brought - word
is what you've sought - yes
and what you thought
is what I caught
it is what we seek
to be in our grasp - huh
calamity
the other hand
necessities
to overstand
self educate - yea
to stimulate - yea
unused minds - yea
now infiltrate - yea
not instigate - no
or insinuate - no
its our struggles - yes
we must assimilate - yes
You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security.
My life is an open book supply rhymes for your ears to look
My life is an open book supply rhymes for your ears to look
My life is an open book supply rhymes for your ears to look
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Blackwhole
Written by K. Wilson
© 2010 ASCAP
Chorus
take a stance I take the stage take a look
take a chance take a page from my book
ain't no rage ain't no crook still get shook
its strange but the good still get hooked
Verse 1
me hoping those that are hollow to be filled with it
is like me fitting description and getting acquitted
it won't happen i'm not judged by my peers
the jurys still out and haven't returned in years
the decisions that i've made
has left my life well to play out
those that don't fit get nathan and stay out
I serve homes insanity lyrical take out
a beast with that beef so rare to stake out
cause I watch my own grill and so do you
curious about the chef's recipe and how I do
heavy influence even if we don't sell
ask sonic how he got a free album shelved
never to play
You can let it all decay
Once again I said it before Detroit to LA
BK FLA to the Bay
SA to Puerto Rico
haven't started part 1 and your begging for a sequel
Chorus
take a stance I take the stage take a look
take a chance take a page from my book
ain't no rage ain't no crook still get shook
its strange but the good still get hooked
Verse2
seek those but I remain to be meek though
but never a weak soul I give it some time
I'll be there for those with the right frame of mind
to never drop dimes or coins in the fountain
what you put allows mountains to grant anothers wish
Best to leave your change in your own pockets
Shawty doesn't want a ride nor does she want a thug
she tired of gettin shot at forkin bills for his drugs
she can settle for a wise man and nice hugs
cherry on top provided are some funny jokes
never to lay it thick for his ego to be stroked
up in smoke so now we know where I'm coming from
content measures Caribbean blood son
west indies we got a different take on things
we bring to the table we buss up jumbie
we sing in fable got us bubbling to someting
Chorus
take a stance I take the stage take a look
take a chance take a page from my book
ain't no rage ain't no crook still get shook
its strange but the good still get hooked
Verse 3
you can force many to believe how you see it
they agree for awhile but depart when needed
too naive to achieve warnings that are heeded
conveniently on leave and leave you when you bleeding
not deliberate but unqualified without reason
to take on a job title and not even know its meaning
it doesn't matter the position you are leaning
business is business and business is seeming
like the most difficult thing to attempt to manage
killer whales follow trainers then lay their own damage
so deep a bandage can't uphold to stand in
yet it can be so simple to not leave others stranded
the different things we all have our our hands in
but your flight will never be cleared for landing
for lack of a call to say that your late
or that you couldn't arrive in the first place
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The Road Less Traveled
Written by K. Wilson
© 2010 ASCAP
Verse 1
Words of wisdom potently contradicted
No life can be taken out of full context and scripted
The doors of the past often kept restricted
Hiding the pain ignoring the ways to rightfully live it
Through it denial or head on collision
Some strong, some procrastinate wait til intermission
Decisions our age are so small in numbers
Incisions cut to claim space in our slumber
Reasons i can't sleep is unknown to me
Being that i do have so much energy
See the growth to you the bubble burst quickly
You'd have to believe than not this ain't ripley
But i will rip thee a whole new whole
And i will flip streams boats you row
Take the power back and say that you can't vote
Take away the air and pray that you don't choke
Try to breath through a beat better yet a radish
Vegetate show up with no breathing apparatus
Equipped with equipment with no purpose
Shipped with a shipment with no surface
The nerve to observe like internet lurking
Come and go as a fad dance like jerking
Or self gratifying end with a smirk and
But nope i never have to deal with a hurt hand
Yea everything can have a double meaning
Filter through the filth and we stay screening
Never work bad angles we participate
To make the cut you need to get your own shit straight
To think not never to use the brain
Self educate to retain blood in the veins
But what is done here it ain't the same
Just asking to be treated so inhumane
I ain't underground i'm underwater
I'm a prince and you just a pauper
My click fish gill with the lung stopper
We solid platinum you're not even copper
Your pennies could never afford the silk to shock her
No limits to claims against an unlicensed doctor
Same way they try to line us all up ensue a slaughter of a hip hopper
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Twas All A Dream
Written by K. Wilson
© 2010 ASCAP
Verse 1
We a little grown up so we don't do much dirt
but often times get feet wet by steppin in the mud
in store purchases straight off the mannequins
Dining at fine restaurants but still steeling the rammekins
I can't help it man
I like doing some random
I was always one of thse goofy weird ass kids
and he fact that I was ignorant 10 years prior
got me laughing like watching stand up of Richard Pryor
Got me on the phone talking sounding like a liar
Cuz it's so hard to believe that I made it through the fire
Burned and bruised left with all sorts of scars I didn't choose
but I grew unlike others that repped the same crew
Maybe it shows i'm a leader maybe it shows strength
Maybe it shows if you give me an inch i'm taking more length
Maybe it shows I don't compromise for anyone
I do no it shows everyone how far that i've come
Verse 2
N.Y.C. the fairwather sunshine
rises to the summit like how I always bear in mind
horizon flights with lukewarm summer nights
as jtc we follow an ode to nocturnal life
like antimony you see symphonies saved on external the drive
that makes a life worth to tell live
thrive off of what coincides
those that are deprived are like how the ocean divides
our pangaea giving us beach on all sides
unity is tight let communities decide
back to the basics coming back to face it
none stand long compared to the money they chasing
tracks that me and my eternal fraternal brother
on that miami style its like no other
pulling them in like vice undercover
while giving you something new to discover
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I remember once hearing this song about how this girl was foolish to let her man go
He was just too good to her it was obvious she didn't want a man but morso that she wanted a ho
Now I know that i'm far from perfect but when it was dedicated to me I saw it and heard it
Flirted with the concept a bit
Saw that it applied how a chick could diss me
Even if I wanted to make her my wife
That's right and wrong in the same sentence and intervention to mention sent in
Failing to prepare is preparing to fail words from the 16th president
Really seen throughout my acts and sentiments
She shocked me like the killings at State Kent
How about a role reversal that's how it went
Intent to get bent out of shape for my own sake just correct the mistake
Chorus
Yesternight you told me that you loved me the stars will shine
Verse 2
My typos seen by many noticed by few
Interviewed and intertwined with a line
Lime soured in my mind and it burns salt over open wounds its about time
Someone takes notice
The magic I make the hocus pocus get devoured by locusts and G's and Loc's that set trip
But let's just get back into it
I'd rather have that thickness over less
Best thing in the world is real love not just sex
and I will keep that alone with her
In my own sense it's my own privacy don't sneak or even try to peak or expect any type of information to leak
Come to me come to me
You really will feel more than you can see
Deception is not the way to give me truth please
All that I mean it's all in your sight
That's why you shine so bright.
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Local Support
Written by K. Wilson
© 2010 ASCAP
Verse 1
Let me give you a piece of paper
Contained within a lesson that is taught below the ink from my pen to the ink on my skin
It begins with a stry that could never end
Infinite time spent
Minutes in a day dailiy check my sails see
Set wind under the flow
That may-be-low me out of the water
Less evaporate I wouldn't bother
and just listen
and become a fan again
A feeling to hear rare tracks out of the Vanagan
Bagging them wind propped up
Them managing to be braggin again
and true Hip Hop just got hacked again
and the DJ's won't spin the realest
unless it's the fakest
thing you've ever heard
and you know it's absurd
but then we all do things that get on our own nerves
The lack of your support will put us in the dirt
Then you can tell me who ends up really getting hurt
Scratch Chorus
Representin
Pasadena
California
Foci
Verse 2
Utterly troubling to see the digression
Completely off topic and rare is a cypher session
Utilize a forum to allow our minds to speak
Biting was illegal now illegal is unique
We've always broken laws and enforced our own codes
They keep trying to feed us filth (Yes we will revolt)
Steep climb pyramids built (Yes count every stone)
Showing unified power we take back our homes
Imminent domain ain't something to strain
Gangsters on blocks of government property they claim
Cops securing principles of anti change
A new day composed of scripts of old ways
Eleanor said "for our own success to be real it must contribute to the success of others"
So without building up we are biting at the heel
And those that refute this claim will never recover
Scratch Chorus
Representin
Pasadena
California
Foci
Verse 3
Some tend to forget like dudes that stay blazing it
Stuck in the past VHS and them laser discs
My BluRay beam aimed at your key markets
Lambo in the valet and my peoples will park it
For you to think it will remain when you get back
Is like rappers coming to L.A. and NOT getting straight jacked
Insanity leads to be in a straight jacket
To my people in different tax and age brackets
It's like how the large print giveth
and the small print taketh away
No longer allow ourselves to be betrayed or stray to remain cliche whether he or she is gay or straight
It's not to give a damn about what others say
But what actions provide for our life's replay
It will never be about he say she say just like toupe so fake is the chisme
Scratch Chorus
Representin
Pasadena
California
Foci he the co sign Hip Hops my first love I never two time
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Exitus
It should make some sense that what i've been through
I really don't need to show and prove
the next album will eat at you
will reach in to
breach your emotions and even heal a few
wounds that I left untreated dude
left me a defeated fool
inside ruined adorned with suit tie pants were pleated true
looking so sharp with a dull mind
couldn't even cut through air with a butter knife
so I will give my heart but I will never die
for all your senses the sights in your eyes
an open book for you to read into my life
an open book for your to see my life
an open book for you to read into my life
an open book for your to see my life
By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power.
But they lie!
They do not fulfill that promise.
They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people.
Now let us fight to fulfill that promise.
Let us fight to free the world!
To do away with national barriers!
To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance!
Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.
Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!
You can be complacent -
You can try to chase it -
You can put your place in or even try to face it -
other shoes many can't even run a race in
I've always sworn to win and lose all complacence
gaining ways attempt to feel the need
versis spoken through blood never apeased
I'm not here to please
Maybe here to lead
Feeling more than I
Could ever be
I stand on feet
Never plead on knees
Throughout tragedy
I still have my dreams
Despite tragedy
I will succeed
To spite blasphemy
Is how I feed
I will need
For you to see
The deed is done by me
My life is an open book supply rhymes for your ears to look
Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.
Soldiers - in the name of democracy, let us all unite!
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FOCI's Original Content serves as a collection of songs that gives the listener a taste of poignant lyrical content, (the way to incarcerate ones mind/ is by having them focus on that of what they can't control or find - Dairy Products) while being surrounded by entrancing sounds-capes from an array of producers (Abstrakt Soundz, J Listed, Gus Beats). Even though Original Content is essentially the prequel to the FULL LENGTH effort between Foci & Diverse (Young Buck, Bishop Lamont, Stat Quo, Murs) it still remains to focus on being true to its title, uniquely original in it's content.
From the voice of Charlie Chaplin's first speaking role in, "The Great Dictator" sampled throughout, it helps set the tone for the albums overall direction. FOCI delivers lines such as "I'm not on poppin' glocks and servin' rocks rap/i'm on stocks on bonds invested to buy train tracks - Creme De La Creme" to Local Support "utilize a forum to allow our minds to speak/ biting was illegal now illegal is unique?" There is no shortage of lyricism, wordplay, and references to many of the current issues of today. With all the material contained within Original Content, FOCI remains responsible and informative to the youth while serving the adult listener a sound that is relevant to the working class lifestyle.