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Silent Weaponry

by Wise Swordsman

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1.
Peace 00:46
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PC 01:38
Throw a gem in ya ear, the masked avenger After the adventure we low pro on the creep like a ninja Buy a few rounds, no doubt, drink until I fall out Welcome to the dollhouse, where my thoughts are jot down We wallow with empty pockets and deal with police Fall asleep on a desert beach and battle MC’s At the bottom, we scholars with sentences gettin’ taller Or longer, my bad, my brain was hit by flying saucers Demons in disguise that occupy my mind Still alive while guys like to spit in death’s eye Not tryna give a lecture or form of peer pressure Maybe it’s a heads up read from an open letter Rock and roll made it, hip hop made it Trapped on this planet, this microphone is my haven The sanctum is live, but you know it's all peace Sparkin’ names on the concrete, peace Beats from the PC We perform and record on the PC Reality leakin’ out from the PC Creativity is loud on the PC MC on the beat from the PC We perform and record on the PC Reality leakin’ out from the PC Creativity is loud on the PC
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Rhyme, reason, mind’s what it pleases Right to bear arms got everybody rockin’ sleeveless Speechless while in action heart attacks happen Bullets rip this, fix ya facial feature framework Apologize for the haste, you know we came first Ink blots form mind designs, not a painter Hand rests easy post sinking into paper Words of opinion are considered in this madness Fact is, action is what mattered in the passion Sorry signs pointed to the patsy and the rabbit Followed all fears, but it’s become a bad habit Killed by curiosity before you even had ‘em Blast cannon, cease fire fightin’ fraudulence, the phantom Fine with being finished fixin’ damage on the planet Fantasy not filled, seemed the water spilled Watch Hoodini hold the match, that’s the fire for the ill Sitcom scenarios, see you ain’t serious All cats dramatic from the cinema and scissor cuts Stone the house of mirrors, now I’m seein’ much clearer Trump card up sleeve, now take me to your dealer First thing done before noon, after dawn Take a trip down the hatchet with a racket and a song Never eat nails, but the iron lasts long And I got the mind correct so I always right the wrong
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Fast Clock 02:06
The dopest alive since the last reincarnation died Deliver raps like a valentine Solid icicles hit you, polysyllable and a Silent instrumental Sparks from the temple Fast clock put me on the spot, try to dodge these bars And get resolved by the mark of the palm Time limit splendid, easy to finish, not more than a minute To kick sickle slashes to throats Choke on your own words, a perfect mind learns Eyes burn, venom spit is in, I’m sure Curtain calls for the disposable, immune to the total bulk of rivalries Hold it down with everything inside of me Hop scotch across the barrage and stand tall for the shot We got about a half minute on the clock Silent Weaponry is deadly, leave ya head empty and the mind blown’s heavy Elevation wins as the high notes get me High pitch Mariah beam switch, high def licks Pick apart your brain dead mix Citizens malnourished, sounds from the furnace still burnin’ As the heads keep turnin’ Sharp talk stalks center stage, who could write a better page? Your rhyme scheme is weak, learn to spell the name W-I-S-E easily Rips through your squad’s symmetry Bigotry against the boom bap, lose that junior rap Got so much flow I’m ‘bout to bust right through the Hoover Dam Personal computer rap, simulated new jacks shootin’ back Twenty two pellets as I bust your melon Digest the print, smitten by the expedition Almost done flexin’ tryna spare a few seconds Fast clock monitor the shot cop pleas/please Silent Weaponry’s still deadly Melody is sampled by Plus, entertainin’ strangers Say “hello” to the creators, ya made us
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Ever since I was a tadpole, had a home, lazin’ on a lily pad Suckin smoke that’s comin’ from the secondhand Watchin’ as the seconds drag, time well spent Bench press the weight of the world usin’ my brittle limbs Not concerned with image, I just do it for the fitness Flies provide protein and their delicious A silver tongued amphibious vehicle paddlin’ back where the grass is greener And the alga never clears up Society’s mirror has never had a cleaner conscience Secluded in the wilderness, intrusive thoughts are no longer responsive The sponsors want to stomp the swamp lands and plant their logo But I respond with smiles and a laugh as the contract’s trashed The industry’s a tourist, the industry’s a tourist snatchin’ land Until I get the gall to come and snatch it back Peace upon the flowers and the forest, alert is now red orange Accordin’ to choppin’ causin’ the shortage, hold your horses
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Dissin’ caramel wishes, the swordsman and company cut, don’t be timid Just another way of tryna make a livin’ Hidden in the mist, you can’t stop the villain Flashback glitches As I recall the yes and the y’all and don’t stop We move the crowd with endowed sounds, ya dig? Talkin’ ‘bout the imprints left by the paw prints Rushin’ toward a goal, better open the drawbridge Dissin’ caramel dreams, the swordsman and company’s up, aim to please Try to cease peace ya fiendin’ for authority Greed still impedes, don’t hope to win the lottery Easy money schemes Don’t exist and no one owes you the bliss, you’ve gotta earn it Even if we fail the world will keep turnin’ Life is uncertain, we tryna find a purpose Progression in the present hasn’t scratched the surface Dissin’ parallel thoughts, what have I said that hasn’t been said that’s now lost? Recallin’ the yes and the y’all and don’t stop Reward intelligence battlin’ all frauds, makin’ ya bob As I taunt competition no love loss, we won Master ceremonies before we get gone Try to connect dots and make a dope song Not really hard as inspiration goes on What have I said that hasn’t been said that’s now lost? Recallin' the yes and the y’all and don’t stop
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100% 01:50
Aye, aye, Captain, strapped with a pen and a pad out the blackness Handpick the sloppiest path mouth of madness Probin’ the globe with strobes Raw cuts where the cocaine glows 100% automatic, never forget Break water, swim through the air, the temperature’s set Magnetism built my pyramid, dealin’ with some seriousness Secrets seepin’ out for revenge Appeal to your appetite for destruction Fuck up twenty somethings and tape it just for the public Bitches look like muppets when they get cut up the front end May I cut in rappers who spittin’ like they got bludgeoned Send signals, turn kids to criminals Think it’s subliminal? You’re as stupid as you are sinful I was influenced to be a rap slacker, 100% Screamin’ “long live the new flesh” It comes natural during the new age Well placed shapes, stalemate through feng shui Balance is set; I’m ready for the mundane But in order for that I gotta die on day So now I gotta finish the food on my plate Times change with the same shit happenin’ sideways Stein’s Gate’s open for the primates soakin’ In the new world’s potion, you can drown in the dosage Gotta keep goin’, it’s survival of the focused This might be selfish, but I’m tryna save myself With a broken word model that blessed me when I fell Tryna see me guarantees that ya eyes swell 100% automatic, never forget Bullet proof vest, screamin’ “long live the new flesh”
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Shotgun spectacular as accurate as aimin’ durin’ archery Feel the realest pourin’ out the armory A pox on pop, we on the job, circle blocks makin’ sure the mix rocks Play or Hate at 8 won’t play our ode to radio days Gotta make space for electronic bass, step inside the octagon, ya gone Ya just another con in hip hop We got the best hoopla, don’t settle for embezzlement or be a crooked shooter Enjoy the contact initially from the hookah We run hula hoops around ya rhymes that ya used to Plus the producers Tutor students, see the improvement, illuminated level Leave it leakin’ for the next season because we make it happen Stretch my hand before I grasp on the salad shortly after seminars Supply the guide and then collect rewards Then we bounce and make a move loose schedule Hangin’ in the booth while others shootin’ in the vestibule How ya really feelin’? Like I got my connection How ya really feelin’? Like hip hop ain’t deaded
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In the Life 01:45
Who spiked the punch? Pardon as I light the Dutch Got mics to clutch, carbon rappers bite the dust When nights are done, pardon as I light the blunt I rhyme with Plus, garbage rappers hide disgust No right to judge, warnin’ ‘cause ya bitin’ us Might hype the club; charge a verse at ninety bucks We high as “what?” carpets and a ride to lunch Got dimes in cups, starvin’ rappers try they luck Behind the plug, pardon as I tie my tongue Rewrite this once, bargain with a pricey bunch Got lives to touch, target vital signs to crush Hot rhymes a must, pardon as I shine with Plus Just another rhyme in the life Autumn chief leakin’ in the air on the weekend Put it down by the evenin’, that’s my kind of season Cash crop is decent, I’m not even gonna pretend That my eye is all seein’ and I know when you be cheatin’ Best kept secret and most people can’t believe it When I say I’m not the weakest, take the microphone and eat it Bless the intense fresh with head nods and blunt smoke While eatin’ corn flakes by Kellogg’s, I love Post No one is I, trying to act fly, they openin’ fire Check out the rap style, no need to deny Simplest rap times are now in supply Probably bounce, but I will not retire Think you’re on cloud nine while fallin’ for jive Think that you got it, ya one of hip hop’s problems Shit is retarded
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Loading... 01:09
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Channel Ocho 01:55
Out of date statement made circa 1998 Playin’ with rappers just fakin’ it 66.6 Noisemaker, represent For the unheard, absurd writing crosswords All yours straight from Channel Ocho Better make your way toward the exit with ya rhymes so so-so Network, spent too much time doin’ legwork Take a day’s break, energize again, enter Flow beyond the average measure, sixteens can’t compete with sixty fours Bored with your rap scores Break branches, incredible stanzas Dealin’ with lame, spittin’ since ’08 type rappers Go and get ya napkins Clean yaself up after I deconstruct every line as we match wits Single hits the airwaves, we’re radioactive Sorry ass actress braggin’ like you got standards Please keep ya hands up, if you got a problem you can ask us to cut it out Friendly terms, shut your mouth Borrowed time runnin’ out, buggin’ out Serve you the sanction; thank us later for not givin’ you the run around Wack rappers not allowed on my channel, Silent Swordsman samples While the Wise Weapon handles Controlled mic explosions, feasible cassette decks rollin’ stretchin’ out tapes Screwed music now plays Started out my days blazed with a coffee cake Hangin’ at the station spittin’ fire at ya army base Talk strange, long way, words circulate ‘til my jaws ache Rock brains fightin’ what the law taints Grade A track, permanent stamp for fragment raps Can’t stand laugh tracks Watchin’ every seal clap, peel back tattered up curtains lookin’ real bad Car crash rap, try to feel that
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Blood loves company, release the underlings Cold flows, icicle stream at one degree Machete rap, go get me a sack, relapse We snack on tracks and head to the back, you do the math We loopin’ tracks on the FL Studio pack Su-Su-Sudio lab kit ruins ya act, kid You couldn’t hack it with an asthma attack or some axes Planet bashin’ happens, faggot rappers eat a dick sandwich Straight kick a flow on the low like Cyrano Pitiful criminals thinkin’ raps gonna get you dough Only built for those, Purple Tape, you should’ve known Claimin’ that you hip hop, your brain is full of holes Good to know, rappers freestyle pullin’ notes I wouldn’t quote ‘cause I know they disposable You couldn’t have presence even if you had multiple yous Spittin’ quotable jewels with sociable cues
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Discipline 01:46
Sight see ridin’ down the street pretty leaves, takin’ peeks From the front seat, the scenery is lovely Travelin’ man tryna extend a hand to the microphone stand Predator style, now let’s dance No advance or a grant if you lack fans Suckin’ pennies from the slot machine Gotta be a better way to get by, suicide rhymes never made it to the front side These are the days of our lives Combinin’ nickel and dime rhymin’ Simple Simon clients move toward the sirens Off the ship deck, dickhead, ya rhymes ain’t different And I can put that on everything I’ve written Eternity is so soft Hopefully the pain of life only lasts once before we get to dose off Painkillin’ as we tranquilize time Movies for the blind make you weep for the mind Solid grind hide and seek eyes you can’t stand by The last line is mine and weighs about a billion dimes Livin’ counter clockwise in a negative space Strange like the Benjamin Button case Can’t relate the way stay awake and enter domes, astral projection Revert to this cadence and drop basic lessons The beware of radon kind An underground danger, but guess what We came up; at times it does come with a pay stub But then come desperate attempts connectin’ with heads Who wouldn’t mix, I bet they leave behind shoe prints Rhymin’ off nickels Revenge of the Pen on at seven PM, you got the signal Syllable smash, a sty gash from the tree branch Rhyme started nice, ended ugly, sonny
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Oh, shit, Veronica, Veronica, get yaself made up Riverdale scales tip when you aren’t a stranger Never went steady, even after sharin’ a malt Say nay to be bein’ a closet case and let’s date Put it on your tab, I always took a chance to grab And never received a backhand Maybe I’m makin’ my friend jealous But you don’t need to know that in a temporary heaven Valerie’s on tour so come take a load off Show off ya bag and new threads that are a new trend Ya father is watchin’ us Sick of all the rumors circulation’ steady makin’ us popular For all the wrong reasons Moose knows the truth, Reggie lied about our weekend But still, you wanna end it Attractive as it seems, I don’t want the friendship Put in mad years Now I gotta switch gears Betty Cooper, I should’ve asked you out sooner Non dumb blonde and at times a straight shooter Cool with my man, you even sit for his sister Our tambourine dreams are leadin’ toward perfect pictures Heart always drops when eyes lock at the chocolate shop I celebrate days we lock lips Stay away from Cheryl ‘cause she does get promiscuous And you know what that kind of trip’ll do to us I’m not your one hit wonder playin’ off of guitar tabs Like when we messed around in that garage band Was oblivious to flirtation devices, but now I like ya You’re the type to make a man a liar Just to get close to you, I’m speakin’ the unspeakable truth And right now it’s all about you Plan in shambles, a new sign of trouble leans You know I want a double team Put in mad years Now I gotta switch gears
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F-Plus Weapon 27 in the session The best two heads to request, how you get it? Tap dance on ice tryna break up the silence Worship the courtship between beats and rhymes, kid The quiet destruction Of a nobody fadin’ into nothin’ The truth and consequence of never bein’ impressed, arrest development More time than money, can we settle with a settlement? Peddlin’ this music, do you like how we handle? In bad luck we trust, right now life’s a hassle Silent etiquette you can bet your bottom dollar on Survival of the regiment, but I can’t call it, dog Everybody’s in their own world singin’ their own songs Go find a new approach, y’all Shavin’ samples, choppin’ mechanisms, switchin’ sequence Look out weekends, here we come With a new dumb sound, teams try to stop us, but they spit dummy rounds Bear trap gets set, step unto the hunting grounds A mic jack, we poke ya Thrust through apparel, disrepectin’ the culture Proceed toward the super cool team, season of the scheme Seekin’ sounds louder than these trees Appreciate the fact that you leavin’ in tact Mediocre raps don’t last; ya tagged with a skin rash Attackin’ this, what have you, you never had to battle You play in people’s shadows, no way this kid’s a natural The puddle splashin’ at you, indefinite suspension Benched for the rest of the quest, a lazy little engine Getting’ credit while he fused with the epic, please, stop the presses Get yaself a gift and go cop silent weapons Dead ends accepted, that’s rock bottom pressure Hands off the lever, that’s how we do lectures
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How ya do? What it is? Ballroom blitz, lines are out of print, solid tint You can’t see the image or silhouette F-Plus customs, button mash session and the best stuff’s comin’ Set ya watch to it as the next one’s done with MC’s get hammered and they still can’t touch this Spit shine sick rhyme Gold nugget eye see past lies, you a stand by Half baked, now turn around and see the tan lines Got half a mind, then I mind that you use it Hold ya nose inhale the smoke and dive in As the hand rocks the cradle makin’ the record spin Needles get wrecked injectin’ this heroin To your eardrums, son, sound's eerie like Theremins Apocalypse now, Agent Orange all in your shit Bet you won’t sign after readin’ the fine text Never did step without knowin’ the time, kid I guess we all commit robbery, But if I cheat, I hope I don’t copy sloppily I just do it with my influence to honor me Even if they don't acknowledge me, i got my team Stars jersey and a curtsy from a Hollis queen We all connectin’ like a friendship, from NY to Texas Smash it with Brazil at the entrance Smash it with Brazil at the exit, what!?
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Day 1 02:40
Daylight come, star struck since day one Cycle of the sun Always wondered where did it come from Suffered revolutions since day one Some do not even get to see the sun once, civilization was paved over Only to find out that it is much older Long lost technology’s perplexin’ Raisin’ more questions You can bet that every blueprint was made to be solved and has been solved But now that knowledge is lost Only revolutions will tell if present day society will make it or fail Buried in the earth’s shell Anti gravity methods to resurrect the former catacomb culture Safe from the elements torture Did we know more then, than right now? Sun is the lighthouse, the universe is my house Going backward Dark day one and now breakfast with the son Light on day one The sun has suffered worship since day one Suffered many suns since day one Some do not even get to see the sun once Earth prototype has been abandoned Artificial textures measured beyond what the eye can see, beyond what I can see Third eye’s not included in your remote control doll Do you know what’s goin’ on at all? Question, question, screenin’ the suggestion box Kick your waves away from the radio station, vigilante justice The type you never saw comin’ My cokehead method expressed on day one Tailored to my design Reassign the whole order, makin’ what must lie go aggro and rise Your whole DNA structure paralyzed See through summation of basic skills on day one
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Through automatic writing, lightning strikes more than twice No use hiding under your desks, we wreck reps Ahead of the present tense we flexin’ Obscure your weapons, as we approachin’ the land of Texas Carry projectiles Not good to not have and then get down Can’t save ‘em all, but you can figure the rest out Wise Swordsman comin’ out with a fresh style Half baked Land-O-Lake ideas for strangers Say your prayers, you’re about to meet ya maker Give me all you got and don’t think about lyin’ to me Preach thoughts printed off of the writing machine You leave doors open we swarm in Spit sick rhymes I’m adorin’, a big top of the mornin’ To every circus freak, pourin’ out of the circuitry Send a thank you as a courtesy Burnin’ leaves without a permit, servin’ the fiends without a purchase Messin’ with hammers, but I don’t hurt ‘em After surgery demanded the mirror Choked out the doctor so nobody could hear us But signs of a struggle couldn’t muffle a nice hustle A couple of chuckles before defacin’ you with face puddles A bad after taste, sufferin’ so many delays To hear your tape sucks for days Critically acclaimed, for what you pay But that’s for the average listener prisoners Getting’ by with a rewind, put in hard work Not to listen to lame fakes whom I can’t relate with Shock the globe with a taste from the tasers Rob old folks and then reload our persuaders
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Resurrection 00:49
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Low flyin’ angels dedicate a séance to the lyrically disabled The misery of company is dead, check the halo Inspect decks and label Press the intense fresh as somethin’ you can take home Do the finger dance, skippin’ tracks, scratch that Button tappin’ in the lab, supersizin’ rhymes Signin’ lives on the dotted line, wake up You messin’ with fake fucks, the new Dr. Strangelove Bubble automatic, thought process constant Caught droppin’ large, redirect and maraud Façade of the century is that you have riches Guess you gotta what you do just to fit in Slash rap critics, slingin’ my recipe in broken down kitchens Ingredients be leavin’ in a screwface condition Embedded in the mind A primo piece you can feed on, mine Wise accompanied by the quiet sword swinga Been through engineers, it took years just to link up Creative juices flowin’, blowin’ out the speaker Toe tag a match when a rap tries to synch up Watch ya face pink up, explode when a motion taps ya jaw, that’s how we touch Mind goes a mile a minute, try to keep up Think you’ve had enough? Never doubt the sound, the bounce is what we love Hugs to the ones with none, dependin’ on a raw material crutch The dunce with an F-Plus Shout out to DJ’s providin’ the deep cuts The white label turntables straight clean up The foul smell of lyrics spat out the mouth Take a chance, place your bet, we sanatizin’ your mess Catacomb culture reaped by the beast A million MC’s with the same personality Hard to breathe, hard to see A million MC’s with the same personality Catacomb culture is reaped by the beast A million MC’s with the same personality Hard to breathe, hard to see A million MC’s tryna steal the underground’s peak
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Telemundo 02:07
A medium monitor got your peas in a pod City of lost children featuring the ones you forgot Crayola rock colors collapsin’, adaption vanishes ’85 language back for this century, kid, primitive prime status active Attack it with a technical challenge, inhabit cerebellums Motivate matters when rappers gather and make it strange Missin’ flickerin’ flashes, taggin’ ya wall To capture contours that you couldn’t draw Demonize my kind, pimpin’ images to the registry Now former colleagues are an enemy US gunnin’ for native objects, paranoid pockets pay for a false sense Livin’ just enough for the world in a small apartment Where writer’s block has stopped, the globe is givin’ up the content Infinite resource we ignore to explore Tap inside piloted bodies, push pulses past mediocre regions 100% suggests you’re not at your best Head out with a can of metal, splash autographs on the hovercraft Lash with a technique from the heavy hand Tryna get close to that soul position I’m already at All city, flag stabbin’ a concrete environment not entirely As hallowed ground disintegrates these imitations flourish Encouragin’ talk of false findings similar to the television Quite an impression headed the worst direction Precious moments in tow for the census, occupy lives with an edit And sink inside the white noise, wasn’t a bright choice Best to avoid fusing these signals with your brainwaves Dodgin’ a missile at a critical measure Only to have my partner shot to ash with a proper wave in the wind Still the world burns with a quality beyond me as the record spins Telemundo baby!
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Time to motivate, Colgate smiles all around Nobody fuckin’ with a similar sound Bigwigs sittin’ in they system, lookin’ to leech Cold flows passed down zero degrees Kill crews in the nude, you wishin’ for material shit Because you need props to get props Rock an ill hoodie in the winter Baby blue suit all new and no, it doesn’t look familiar Buggin’ out at a Mulligan’s show, we slap hands Puff grass; end it with a party crash Smack ya Halloween mask off, expose ya fake face Tryna set me up on game day We fight for mics tryna get some exposure Slayer in the cipher guarantees that it’s over You know I do it all for the familia, leap toward faith Semi conscious of the critical praise Hellblaze through dark days, single out the lame With the razor blade rain, suffer that pain in eight ways You can’t mess with the best, kid Try to outshine mine, but I’m afraid you lack the work ethic Sad thing about a first impression is that you only get one And nobody is a fair judge Counter culture with none, choosin’ all of the above So I can have a better chance when it comes Don’t wanna be what it was How the fuck do you stay relevant? What’s the future for us? Down with the four course art, no cold heart Proud that you sound so smart when spittin’ out an old dart Just somethin’ to add to the binder bible stack Before I huff a Dutch and relax Rather die than suffer the same hits Who wants to live forever and cater to necessities fits? We can overstand if we only understood What’s goin’ on in the hood
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The Notebook 02:16
Swimmin’ in a sea of snakes, the crew debaser Explain to ya methods unparalleled, inhale the burnt smell Certain excuses include my wing tips Pegasus settlement at the helix, livin’ is a death prefix We counter yours, polycorns, enemies swallow swords And get thrown in the canyon, syllable smashin’ Counteraction lab, project Vida at last Hold it against me if you can Reference the multiplex venture, enter the chamber Same apartment number, a blockbuster for ya summer Programmin’ ya son like D.A.R.Y.L., bloody Marys celebrate Christmas carols Radioactive single makes you sterile Incredible melting man dissolves alone Exposed holdin’ a microphone Water damage managed to do the man in, appropriate postage in the ground Let the grass grow and spread it out A Tenor Saw mystery reopened, a cold case of why hip hop’s still alive Comin’ back from the dead by a landslide Must be doin’ ya thing Must be the MC's doin’ they thing Coke bottle assaults to those who ever thought wrong Murda ya cult when my delivery is spot on In tandem with the Silent Swordsman recordin’ Sorry for poor sports who hate, but don’t ignore it Padded fragments launched from the cannon, killer axe style from the attic Slaughter your science and send you packin’ Kickin’ it live, random rhymes outside The elements will eat you alive No poetry in the stee, what a relief pullin’ rhymes out of my sleeve to serve 'em to the fiends Better rock or get rocked, rob or get jobs, out of wedlock Showin’ love to all the head shops, peace Demonstrate a rhyme for ya mind, demonstrate a rhyme for ya mind If we grind we shine Back to the rugged, rugged, rugged Rugged, rugged, rugged, rugged Demonstrate a rhyme for ya mind, demonstrate a rhyme for ya mind If we grind we shine We can get back to the rugged, rugged Rugged, rugged, rugged, rugged Rugged
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Sky Tears 00:50
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Do it for the babies, integrity remains as labels try to tame me Haven’t burned a bridge My sixteens haven’t been daily, bathing in ideas and thoughts Hip hop to the core Bad things happen, but the damage the past has practiced Has been downsized for the after Power to the people that have made that possible Even though it’s bogus, show devotion when unnoticed Catacomb culture is reaped by the beast, release Originality that others repeat First chair for the finest, ya hip hop highness Not dyin’ spillin’ mad raps out the sinus Cavity, nice track, I’ll teach you the angle Pick myself up, I’m too heavy for these angels MC’s are cannibals and I’m on the menu Bust out the belly and I’m ready to continue Send you to the cleaners, move up ahead, son Title gets a mention ‘cause the future’s for the young Understand, we represent the boom bap branch Rappers always need to be aware of the swordsman Planetary conquest is not in the nature But I still put in labor with a nice guy’s behavior Majored in hieroglyphics, find a hidden message Spray that’s ingested, cancerous lesson Murder all your boys with the poisonous noise Move up ahead, son, if ya feel that’s the best choice Just spittin’ rhymes you can enjoy After the session, eat a box of Chips Ahoy! Soy yo, the microphone devastator break ya Only ‘causse I must, I’ll apologize later Gentleman proceeds toward the exit Move up ahead, son, this wouldn’t be the first time I get it Catapultin’ cannonball raps for the rapture Tried to duplicate, but you had the scratched data Smash an MC, that’s the way my crew answers I before E, best believe we landed A fresh take on MC politic set ups People want to desecrate the way I write letters Try to censor penmanship, independent station Motivate the first, move when I lack the patience Move up ahead, son, ya got the invention Accomplish what the bosses were about throughout the talkin’ Marvel at the law, most of us think similar I can bet a dollar that the bottom has a signature Black cats are crossin’, pure matured antics Standin’ as the swords vanish
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It’s like the battle of the smooth operators, the dawn of a new generation Warm glowing warming glow, leavin’ the top of skulls vacant The dreams you chasin’ are far fetched Keep ya optic on the knowledge Hour of the darkest, hidin’ in the shadows of Gotham Cold flows generatin’ out the Arctic Dope phenomenon, second comin’ of Yehoshua On and on, party favors cater then we get along You owe it to the thieves of homage so stop harassin’ the garbage Rappers say the darnedest things So adorable the way they get serious, uptight While holdin’ the mic spittin’ generic rhymes Derelict minds getting’ by since knee high Brought along a strong opposition for the justice Drop one line to get the whole crowd buggin’ Breakin’ down amateurs surrounded by the public Same cycle for the title, competitive spirit at some point will be gone Lost in Oz Styles get robbed when they see you got it all Involved with the same song that I can never dodge The dawn of a new hip hop generation Spittin’ for the sake of entertainment
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Krebstar Radio, strictly recreational Hits me with a daily dose, hands off the stereo Payola fees don’t guarantee a sweet release Nothing’ nice to say so I guess I’ll keep my peace Breakin’ the seams Gotta speak my mind just to keep it at ease Your favorite DJ's at their respective stations Let’s make an attempt to take requests, we got the latest Put your quarter up at the Hop Sound waves play, look what you’ve done to the spot Cheers to the selection, glad I turned an ear to the piano class elective A present to the present With my past thoughts collected, Templeton expression When a smorgasbord’s mentioned, portable disposal is the mic plus the headset Dump the depression Rainy days made to contemplate where I’m headed The purple submersible has arrived Never heard of you, but you’re welcome to come inside Glad I discovered you, built sophistication during hard times in summer school And other things we suffer through Integrity varies in personalities Program directors will always hassle me As long as I’m complacent with the system, put on your eye patches We piratin’ radio with our track list Thoughts from the cabin, spillin’ all weekend, hidden frequency pattern Don’t touch the dial
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Peace to the Rio, trying to show ladies that there’s more to mio Just spittin’ for the people Throughout the wide world, replenish my fetish for suicide girls ‘Fore I start jottin’ the right pearls Now I got a new taste for the beach and diversity in the streets Mad folks to meet I don’t speak Portuguese, could you please direct me To that cultural boundary calling loudly? This is that “I met a girl story on foreign land” Making her wave hands as I break the mic stand Carioca girl, mad hospitality Hold hands walking in the hot sun casually You couldn’t possibly see me as pretty as I was in this city Never strictly silly I’ll clown only if you let your guard down Smart sound as the light bulb dings before I’m out Playing with some contact, then I realize a mutual mind Is hard to find, but that’s fine We can agree to disagree, and shine peacefully As she passes the sunscreen But dreams only last so long, I got to move on The pleasure disarms, I’m gone, that was so wrong Up in the hotel samplin’, ramblin’, mumblin’ mayhem Metaphors out the mouth during trainin’ Idiot savant breakin’ records, see me as sick Coming out of Rio with my beats polished Before I get on it we go sound shoppin’ Embarkin’ on a chop fest that’s honest to Godness Keep it agnostic for the sake of the context Rappers with sloppy lollies are actin’ all Bronson Not a problem as I live the lifestyle of a pothead Burnin’ leaves on the same beach we got ‘em Stylized phonics, a message in the alphabet Word is my bondage, solve it for the spectators Everybody’s on it, could it be if it was less exclusive We’d still outshine the students? Proof is in the puddin’, got a lot to learn in life And this vacation has increased relations Between rap flavors, along with beat makers Smokin’ cigarillos with a sweet tea chaser Embrace the team, don’t impede on our scheme Preach thoughts still printed off of the writing machine Siamese dream, wise weaponry TNT style’s loud, the crowd’s pleased Scripted verses, money to earn Wise and F-Plus, double plus deluxe

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Full length album. 30 tracks for low attention spans.

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released November 25, 2014

Wise/Weapon
Silent Swordsman
Calamity
Solo Raxx
J-Bo
Astro 'Jiggy' Jones

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