#StoriesAboutSongs

Sound Science [7X3=21] by RedefineHipHop

Dry Leaves [6th Trumpet] by RedefineHipHop

Living In-Between The Lines featuring Pinnland Empire [7X3=21] by RedefineHipHop

Woven Fabric featuring Masai Bey & DJ Fred Ones [August Fanon] by RedefineHipHop

Chosen Few [Masai Bey] by RedefineHipHop

Build Yours featuring Pinnland Empire [Krohme] by RedefineHipHop

Wonder Why featuring Pinnland Empire [7X3=21] by RedefineHipHop

Unified Greatness featuring Pinnland Empire [August Fanon] by RedefineHipHop

Hot Day Dante-Now Break ‘89 Sidewalkskolaz-Femme Fatale ‘00 Kevin “The Blade” Gordon-Blowin’ Up The Spot ‘95 Def Rhythm Productions-Bring In The Dope Beat [Nikoless Dub] ‘90 N-Tense-Raise The Levels of the Boom Instrumental ‘93 A.T.E.E.M-Yeah Instrumental ‘92 Undaground Soulution-Catch Up Instrumental Hi-Tech-The Music Instrumental ‘97 DJ Magic Mike-Listen To The Bass Go Boom ‘92 Beyonder-Bass Shiver ‘05 Meat Beat Manifesto-I’m In Paradise Now ‘91 Todd Terry-Made By The Man ‘88 Arabian Prince-Now You Have To Understand ‘89 The ‘06 Style-Executive Order No. 1 ‘90 The BTX-This Jam Is Black ‘91 Lakim Shabazz-Black Is Back Instrumental ‘89 The Dismasters-Act Like Ya Know [Nikoless Dub] ‘89 Foundation 7-Warning ‘92 SL Troopers-Systematic Terror Instrumental ‘92 Gunshot-Reign of Terror Instrumental ‘93 Tuff Crew-Danger Zone Assault ‘89 Big Ocean Mobb IV-1-5-Brothers In A Coupe Ride ‘90 D.R. Flash-Just Groove To This ‘90 Crooklyn Clan-Here We Go Now ‘97 MC Rell-Something About It (Dub Version) ‘89 Cutmaster DC-Park Slope ‘97 Zhigge-Drop The Beat Salaam! ‘92 Zeb Roc Ski Featuring Stieber Twins-Charlie Rock ‘98 Stereo MC’s-Non-Stop ‘89 Jonshaft-Cum & Get it [Nikoless Dub] ‘91 The NoiseGateKeeper-The Definitive Title Track featuring DJ Nikoless ‘24

SIDE A The Phrase That Pays (Say Word) Introduction ‘25 Anti Pop Consortium-Physically My Instrumentally ‘00 The Sureshot Symphony-Pshchadeezy ‘07 Elusive-Come On ‘00 Big Shug-Official Instrumental ‘96 Blak Label-And I Love It ‘94 DJ Mark The 45 King-Rap Attack Sam Sever & The Raiders of Lost Art-What’s That Sound? ‘95 E.C. Illa-Ill Breaker’s Anthem ‘95 Dub Diablo-Come Back ‘01 Draztik Mezurz-The Heat Is On Your Ears Instrumental No I.D.-Specialize In Music ‘97 The Beatnuts-Originate Instrumental ‘02 Elektro4-Call From The Planet ‘05 DJ Smash-It’s Time ‘95 Dobie-B-Boy Anthem ‘96 Fat Jon The Ample Soul Physician-Watch Out Mumbles-Caution Instrumental ‘00 Kings of Pressure-Gator Posse ‘89 Tony Depula-Special Mixx ‘89 Majestic Productions-Frontline (Control Instrumental) ‘90 Demon Boyz-Meditation ‘92 Deckwrecka-Big Up ‘98 Nubian Crackers-Step Up Front ‘96 Kenny Dope-Get Up ‘96 DJ Eclipse-Keep It On ‘96 Double J-Gangsta Hit Instrumental ‘91 Asher D-Still Kickin Instrumental ‘91 Mantronix-Listen To The Bass ‘86 Mission Men-Roachin’ Instrumental ‘88 Paten Locke-Couldn’t Resist ‘15 Begging Billy Beats-Freak To The Flow ‘94 Professor Brian Oblivion-Like This ‘14 Sixtoo-Incidental 2 ‘06 Yogi Bear & Tim Scratch-It Is What It Is Instrumental ‘88

That's My DFAM Throwin' Down (Electro Pressure) by RedefineHipHop

Composer And Arranger by RedefineHipHop

Eh Yo (Let's Flow Slow) (82 BPM) by RedefineHipHop

Today's Lesson by RedefineHipHop

Off With They Heads by RedefineHipHop

Self-Induced Panic Attack by RedefineHipHop

Let's Get It Poppin' by RedefineHipHop

The Audacity by RedefineHipHop

Stay Vigilant 87 BPM by RedefineHipHop

The Non-Subtle Approach by RedefineHipHop

Proper Edu-Quation by RedefineHipHop

SIDE B Ice-T featuring Chris “The Glove” and Afrika Islam-Party People (Go Off) Run-D.M.C-Jam Master Jammin’ Remix Instrumental Newcleus-I Wanna Be A B-Boy (1st verse) (w/T. OMAR Scratches) Kid Frost-Terminator G.Q.G & Slick Sheik-Wild Boys (Sucker MCs Version) The Organization featuring Vice Lord WC & DJ Tony G-The Big Beat Grandmaster Flash-Girls Love The Way He Spins Sparky D featuring Kool DJ Red Alert-He’s My DJ Davy DMX-The DMX Will Rock featuring Sweet Tee & Leonie James Diamond “D”-Breakin’ For the Big Time Boogie Boys-City Life Man Parrish-Hey There Homeboys (DUB Version) Masterdon Committee-Funkbox 2 Word of Mouth featuring DJ Cheese-King Kut 2 Live Crew-What I Like MC Shy-D-Rapp Will Never Die Boogie Boys-Breakdancer Imperial Brothers-Live It Up Byron Davis & The Fresh Crew-My Hands Are Quicker Than The Eye Knights of the Turntables-Fresh Mess The Unknown DJ-Let’s Jam instrumental G.L.O.B.E & Pow Wow-Celebrate Debbie Deb-Lookout Weekend Jamie Jupitor-Computer Power Freestyle-Don’t Stop The Rock BONUS SONG: 3D Crew-MC Killers (‘85 Bedroom Practice Tape)

SIDE A The B Boys-Stick Up Kid Toddy Tee-Batterram Symbolic Three & MIkey D & DJ Dr. Shock-We’re Treacherous Hollis Crew-It’s the Beat LL Cool J-Rock The Bells (Original Version) Marley Marl featuring MC Shan-Marley Marl Scratch Master O.C. & Krazy Eddie featuring The Great Peso & The Main Attraction-Private Lessons Hassan featuring 7-1 & Little 7-Cold Rock Stuff K-Rob-Hey Hey Hey Treacherous Three-Gotta Rock Freddy B & the Mighty Mic Masters-It’s the Hip Hop Craig G-Shout Rap Almighty 3-To The Other MCs T La Rock-Breakdown Ray Rock & KC-Incredible Ray UTFO-Bite It Bad Boys featuring K-Love-Bad Boys Jimmy Spicer-Beat the Clock Spyder D-Rap is Here To Stay Run-DMC-Darryl & Joe Roxanne Shante-Bite This Dr. Rocx & Co.-Girl Friends / Boy Friends Divine Sounds-How Fast Money Goes Word Class Wreckin’ Cru-World Class Z-3 MCs-Triple Threat Mantronix-Needle To The Groove

The Twilight Zone (PT 1): (5-18) From a small suburban town, nothing out of the norm But sometimes, things change, like the night of storm House on the hill, the Richardson’s have done quite well Made a fortune on the stock market, buy it then sell But with a keen intuition that is hard to perceive Some can see between the lines, that’s the story of Steve High School football star, but he injured his knee Effectively changing what his future could be Clean cut kid, turned to the bottle to cope Down and out, last leg, no signs of hope Then one night, local diner, when his thoughts are extreme He’s thinking, it’s his last meal, he’s given up on the dream. Distracted from his thoughts, ‘would you like coffee and cream?’ He knows that voice, he looks up, it’s his class prom queen Voted mostly to succeed and to win But here she is, looking unhappy as him Fast-forward ten years and the present is bright Resulting from one decision on that fateful night He never ordered that meal, instead he chose to ask Kate about her life, and what events had passed She poured her heart, he sat there, his soul was a sponge And they decided right then what had to be done She pulled the string on her apron and it fell to the floor He stood up, they clasped hands, then they head for the door. Got in her in car and drove until they ran out of road Found themselves in California, whole new zip code Fresh new start, Kate chose to follow her heart Became a well known painter, gave her life to the arts And Steve, finally accepted time for brains over brawn And in matter of time, to the stocks his was drawn And here’s one important factor I forgot to reveal On that night they left together, man, the passion was real Nine months later, here’s Billy, he’s their pride and joy At ten years old, most agree, he’s a brilliant boy But barely has any friends, it’s too hard to relate Billy’s smarter than his teachers, causing hate from his classmates But WAIT, a new family moves in town Similar to Kate and Steve, trying to turn their life around Kate met Jane, life explained, decisions was made She could be their housekeeper, that would help them get paid And Jane had a daughter, who just turned fifteen Who suffered from depression, cause she felt unseen So despite the age difference, once the two did meet Billy and Ann formed a friendship, the kind that’s deep They don’t have much common, ‘cept they both feel alone So they sit and talk for hours, trying to keep both strong They usually hang in his garage, that’s his place to escape, He loves science, he’s a builder, yeah, he loves to create He has everything he needs, thanks to dad and mom But what they both don’t know is Billy’s building a bomb and the story goes on...

Last will and testament Is it time for an exodus or is it exorcist? The devil keep on testing me, and imma keep on testin him.. I ain't a pessimist...I ain’t a pacifist Music is my deepest love and I ain’t even ask for this Still it bring me happiness I bet that ain’t an accident I write like I think, overlapping like a mastermix* Every other line adorned with an asterisk Live and direct, still heavy on effects Amber stone laying feeling heavy on his neck In tune with my soul, I’m in control and im a wreck Not out to impress, only out to express But put to test, I could give a witch a hex I try to fix my flaws and predict which is next And if you’re listening, you’re in tune with his list Longer than a milestone, deeper than the Styx To all DJs, what you plan to mix with this? …I'm like Mxyzptlk but you can’t mix me up I gotta ton a skill, mixed with a pinch of luck Is it loud enough or, do we gotta turn it up? Anything to earn a buck, that’s not my Modus Op Feed me to the sharks, that’s not the boat to rock Sitting at the dock, yep, I meant it literal When I pass on please reduce me to a mineral Minimal..and not to be so cynical… And here’s another verse, same thoughts with some other words Excited like some aliens once they discover earth ‘Earth men easy, greedy, and sleezy We can infiltrate, no need to wait, please believe me’ That’s what I heard I’m say, connected to the motherboard Attached to my vertebrae, some say I’m cyborg Eyes pour tears, leaving rust on my cheekbone But plan to reset by the time that the beat’s gone Speak NO words I can’t back, that’s the backbone Finally got on track once I actually got back home Black owned, black on black, with a matte tone Stopped writing raps round the birth of the flat phone Sad song, sing it SO loud show a stand strong Walking over hot coals, breathing in a sandstorm And, I won’t quit, can’t stop, got no off switch Be cautious, if you choose to step into my office God is a living thing, no shape or no nonsense No evidence of human traits, ‘cept the subconscious I pondered every aspect, and to be honest. No contest like Ang said, I plan to win regardless Ruff waters a part of the process I’m plotting A problem, whether it’s Old School or modern I’m not in the mood to fail, I bail till I’m crawling I’m all in, following the footsteps of my calling

With Interest Emotions fragile, words agile My chords can do tricks According to this, my style is exploring the risks Implore you to wish upon a star to get as free as this My week consists of moments I can’t believe exist A grief abyss, then drift into some weekend bliss I’d be remiss not to mention that sometimes I limit myself Sticking to a scheme, never know where to end it, a sort of affliction, Pleasing like the feel of a kiss, I’m building my health Just like the doc recommended, I stop when intended I rock until my thoughts are all finished A hundred percentage, yeah, that’s just the cost of my image I know who my friends is, I also know some pretenders From a distance, before I name em, somebody call in the censors I call a census, lets calculate our current consensus Is this a business or just a means of sharing my interests? I share my thoughts with interest Beyond the starting line by inches I share my thoughts with interest Beyond the starting line by inches I share my thoughts with interest Beyond the starting line by inches I share my thoughts with interest Beyond the starting line by inches Life consumes, navigating love in a vacuum Wolf packs loom, as I write rhymes under black moons Fresh starts, yeah, I bet trouble’ll be back soon Sensations I had as a kid, now back to boom I have no room for people with no time for me Sounds easy, but I’ve found that it’s hard to see Or believe. I still bless the air they breathe Don’t question me, I always keep my heart on display My soul on the line, two traits I shall never betray The rest of my days, I wanna spending em testing my age No pressure, I gauge my wins from the ways that I feel That makes it all real, then I find my way thru my will I share my thoughts with interest Beyond the starting line by inches I share my thoughts with interest Beyond the starting line by inches I share my thoughts with interest Beyond the starting line by inches I share my thoughts with interest Beyond the starting line by inches You think you’re smart, well, Sherlock you’re not I sit alone seeking peace through pure thought A sure shot, you’re so insecure, you’re a Morlock Nice mask, me? I’m more Adam Warlock It’s him, grim, living life with a sole gem One love, youngblood plus love for his blood kin But something…that I need is a friend Who stick till the end…Like old Willie Lumpkin Deliver the news and choose what views may get lumped in Who wants in? Prepared to sooth all of your wanting But…please stop fronting Don’t want to lose it all over nothing, emotions gushing You don’t need to test every button And turn my world upside down like when Charlie tries punting Like a concussion seeing stars just minus cussing Expressing frustrations, that would be a different discussion I’m only human, at least that’s what I’m sort of assuming Still I feel so alone, I sense them old doubts looming It’s not a rumor just a few years past my birth One of my favorite phrases is “I’m not from earth” A thoughtful search reveals that was the seeds of hurt My needs alert knowing that I lost my worth And that’s a shame for someone that’s so young and pure I did endure but it led me back to where things once were I must concur some days, AND some months a blur I see some patches in my memory, those times unsure I’m trying to usher in a new age of hope Or ways to cope, and apply to each phrase that’s wrote

Is it, too much or not enough If there’s something in-between, never heard of such Word to love, blurred then return to dust If the bones don’t burn, turn the furnace up Learn to trust ya gut, plus adjust for luck Keep your cool, know which wires to cut Inspiring what’s next, what desires to come Too wired to quit, AND too tired to run thought you knew, TWO things can both be true And have the opposite effect how they feed on you Read the room, nothing can be assumed Heed the tune, title it “seeds of doom” Weeds a bloom, the garden is out of control Starting to show hard work a part of the growth The art of the joke lost in the mirrors and smoke That’s chaos dressed in the appearance of…HOPE I’m here to invoke the rights that are rightfully mine I write every line to find new ways to design New ways to combine emotional phases, mixed with phrases Drafted pages, way before I rapped on stages Birds in cages, unheard, trapped for ages Practice patience, pacing my mental mazes Simply anxious…LOST… feeling dangerous Question friends soon you’re revealing strangers There’s no ANGER, we all need to work the angles With pressure on the back trying to hurt the ankles 80s kid, though I never purchased kangols I was popping and rhyming, I was ready to tangle Battle tested, yep, that’s right, ya guessed it I would take out the comp with a similar method Minimum effort, blow spots, skin of a leopard Known to enter a cipher, and better I left it It’s better I left It back in the past, no question Here’s a few bars extra for a final impression Fighting depression trying to get the hold a little lesser Lot of pressure, but got more heart than you can measure Art’s a treasure, dig in to find my prize I vow my dream will live till the time it dies And I realize I’m biased, I’ don’t do no tries Only DO. You can see the truth in my eyes The appearance of hope appearance of hope That’s the appearance of hope

All Time Low (5-18) Feels like an all-time low It feels like an all-time low There’s only one place to go, Cause we’re at an all-time low Self-Awareness ain’t a thing no mo Ya could say it’s at all time low From the elite to the average joe Understanding’s at an all-time One thing if you did not know Compassion’s at an all-time low Some act nice but it’s just for show True kindness at all-time low People lost, don’t know where to go Resourcefulness at an all time low I’ve been known for being reason-able But these days, it’s at an all-time low I used to have patience to blow Yeah, now, it’s at an all-time low Common Courtesy, I miss it YO Now days it at an all-time low All-time low It feels like an all-time low There’s only one place to go, Cause we’re at an all-time low All-time low It feels like an all-time low There’s only one place to go, Cause we it’s at an all-time low The world it done changed so much, or stayed the same maybe I’m just out of touch What’s your rush, slow down, love or lust? Give me lil increments or my brain gon bust It’s like trust got sprinkled with some angel dust I see demons, got me screaming out in disgust But I don’t judge, well only for a second or so Reckon ya know, good people at an all-time low All-time low It feels like an all-time low There’s only one place to go, Cause we’re at an all-time low All-time low It feels like an all-time low There’s only one place to go, Cause we it’s at an all-time low

OG Hardcore It’s high stakes, time waits for no man nor primate That one point won two fives like 9/8ths Nine days, nine nights, you can try nine ways I’m non-fazed, planning paybacks like Shante Like Pompeii, I burn it down, it’s been long day Long year, long life, living the wrong wrong Some say, but I don’t lend an ear to the hearsay Here’s a way to evaluate the choice in a fair way He gained green, made teams with some ragtag dreams No caffeine, he’s fueled by the power the past brings Brass rings to sad scenes, contrast, cache clean Delete the obscene, but still a glitch like split screen Getting a little bit dark for this hip scene Lightning, struck twice, left and the right wing Frightening, I need a new method of flight The effort to write, for every day that’s left in my life Like Too Short, I just wanna rap like me My true thought is when I’m a track, I’m free And that can be like medicine, practically Magically, my head has been a factory Writing rhyme after rhyme, that’s a fact for free The future’s bright like Edison, No…actually Meant to say Latimer, had to make that clear Break that fear, ya know I had to take that there 'I got lines in my mind smoothly attached' That’s a Raheem quote, Eliminator of rap From ’86, the year the Super Rapper was back My math is exact, that’s the path I took for the track H​​ow’s that? A little taste of OG Hardcore And Art-form, like back when I was spinning on cardboard OR hard floors, or just watching Muppets or Star Wars His heart pours, yeah, open-shut like car doors

Beautiful Quest (5-15) Time moves slow, like it has no where to go I’m moving twice as quick, you can’t restrict the soul Patience is so essential for the mental to grow Not simple, I know, whether it’s a part or the whole People treat you peace of mind like a diamond from coal The pressure points to the person who is not control And nothing’s owed, assumptions, I’m debunking those Blunt with prose, natural how I stunt my flows From front to close or any other direction you choose Inflections that show intention cause I want y’all to know How I feel in every moment, hear my life unfold I write in code, but some things are easy to guess But hard to digest, others, more easy to miss. Is it a test? Naw, I would do this for less And I confess, sometimes I write it raw when depressed But still I feel blessed to even have a way to express My purest thoughts its the art of the beautiful quest The beautiful quest, I wanna be me at my best Nothing less…for all who agree, say yes The beautiful quest, I wanna be me at my best Nothing less…for all who agree, say yes The beautiful quest, I wanna be me at my best Nothing less…for all who agree, say yes The beautiful quest, I wanna be me at my best Nothing less…for all who agree, say yes Imma radical thinker on a musical level Hit me heavy with bass, go low on treble I ain’t a rebel, ain’t nothing special, father like EDO So you can do your own thing kid, I’m no Gepetto But, never settle, foot on the pedal, the miles several Pot to kettle, ‘Time aint a threat, it’s just a vessel’ But under pressure, life’ll test ya, just being extra A simple gesture, could make it all better, like precious metals I’m known to wrestle with thoughts till they’re under control Attached to the track, action-packed, no time to move slow Though, a wondrous show of patience, I’m anxious I’m to grow Stress had me tripping AND scripting’, SO it’s thanks on the low My rank is unknown, but if it please, I’m staying at ease, I’m prone To go the distance, that the mission I’m on This is a song to get ya all involved and alert I’m weighing my worth, do work, till I fall in the dirt The beautiful quest, I wanna be me at my best Nothing less…for all who agree, say yes The beautiful quest, I wanna be me at my best Nothing less…for all who agree, say yes The beautiful quest, I wanna be me at my best Nothing less…for all who agree, say yes The beautiful quest, I wanna be me at my best Nothing less…for all who agree, say yes

5)Near-Dead He all in it, driving something fly but it was rented A mile a minute, but if I see em gaining imma hit it Said what I meant, no matter who's offended, didn't hint it Im long winded, pedal to the medal and didn’t dent it Pine scented, got the AC as an incentive, I’d recommend it The windows down for now, but when the time come, windows tinted I’m undercover, cause chasing for fame is just a gimmick Use my brain to my do my own thing, you couldn’t mimic And back to present day..the tape deck was vintage And unexpected, but don’t correct it, hmph, I find it splendid I got tapes, so imma make a stop so I can get em From low bias to chrome casing, to pressed and printed I got a wide selection of music, i like to blend it And I’m a cynic cause I don’t really trust no ones opinion If this is losing, I don’t know what’s considered winning A bitter ending, brighter day, start at the beginning I don’t play, but still dabbled in it and won the pennant Im co-dependent on sentiments I put into a sentence I hit rock bottom, then started rockin And I ascended And this truth BUT in some spots, i choose to spin it And I'm offended if you couldn’t figure what I intended Not hard to follow but it might be too hard to swallow My new motto, live today to write tomorrow We don’t go beef, I don’t remember him Remember when, it was so simple, calm temperament Entering a new phase, things feel diff-er-ent The past trying to settle a score, it’s me its centering Sentimental bout something that was sure to leave scars But I soothed that mood with my head to stars Then back to the car, the next stop is not too far But rumor has that’s the place where my people’s are It proved to be true, but the message partially skewed Always some knucklehead, in the mood for a feud Like out a blue, no clue why they chose what they do It’s a more a matter of what, than a matter of who They saw me in the streets, but I stayed peace, they couldn’t settle it Tried to sue, same outcome, lost the settlement A gentlemen, don’t need no case to put this medal in Ever win, villains on the run: kid meddling Since a adolescent I been stressed out of mind Matter of fact, we can go back further in time Younger than nine, before I really knew about life Is that why I used to cry myself to sleep at night But he’s alight, look at em now, I see no tears shed Emotions so numb sometimes I think I’m near-dead

4)Tiring Spin (5-10) Mental piece over everything, the song the elders sing The long road to happiness, the quest of the Elden Ring I seldom bring the ruckus, yet peace is seldom seen Yell and scream, standing at the crossroads, selling dreams Buy a few, ya never know what you’ll get into I blend old and new, old school like pencils I been told the future that it’s time is near Perhaps I miscalculated, or time can’t hear Silent times, balance finds, its way in the end It’s My Bloody Valentine all over again These layers ain’t thin, deep like the depth of the skin Your disrespect has no effect, disappears in the wind I meant to win and share the lion’s share with a friend Trying to be fair, but clearly that’s apparently rare The time that we spend, it ends, or it goes to THE END A matter of care, some flair in the message I send It’s best pretend, the truth just a mess to begin I guess I’m against the lessons that I’ve learned every since A form of defense but that don’t make the moment less tense Just widens the lens, lead us to the why’s and when’s The wisemen spend no time trying to mine for a gem The mind is a gym, I’m exercising admiring them Fire and BRIM-stone, faulty firing pin Requiring zen, relief from this tiring spin It’s the greatest show in space…earth is so behind Bout to take my rightful place on the Chorus Line I’m borderline living on borrowed time And if today ain’t my day, guess tomorrow’s fine A star gonna shine no matter how dark the sky We lose in the end, still I love that part that try The heart…it wonders why, but the brain is sure I use art to paint the picture, and the pain is pure When it rain, it pours…heavy, plus the drain the full I seen the problem from afar, still remained a fool That’s just human instinct, Program to think We’re out of sync, searching for a missing link But it’s all there, it’s just too hard to see Thru the thin layer of truth lying underneath Not one to preach but dust off my soap box, please So I can yell, I won’t fall, not until hell freeze Not until hell freeze, in this tiring spin

3)A Different View A different view, to YOU, but what I’m meant to do Prevent the flukes, each moment is intentional An interview with self, could help ya through To imbue all the colors of the dreams you drew Where, how, and who, what we’re all accustomed to This custom’s new, only put my trust in few A hint or two, could present the missing clue I’m missing YOU, how’s that for clear cut proof? Here’s the truth, I feel like I’m just an excuse Became a recluse, dreams mutated anew Out of the blue, then life sent a sentinel The sensible response…hide and run But I am one, to try till the trying’s done From breadcrumbs, to red rum, to nights in bedlam Head numb but the head hunt is not what I’m dead from A different view… He’s ALIVE, you wanna know the keys to survive Or keep the surprise? The answer’s in the deep of your eyes A heaping of lies piled…clouding the skies Amounting to small things, greatly growing in size I hate when we cry, except the cases when we apply The full weight of our love, that we’re scared to supply How can you deny yourself a piece of pie? At least give a try, stop standing round the outside About time to loosen up, untangle the mouth-tie Let doubt die, learn some new things about I Oh my, he’s so shy, but ripe for the spotlight If it’s off-white, and off what I write, not off hype Off nights or on days, I’m all ME, ALWAYS All A’s, when writing out my life grades Self-serve, the bell curve…not deserved But, preferred, to help through the storm, as it were

2)The Full 24 Man, people are so strange, but I’m here for it I would say…welcome to my world, now let’s explore it And It’s a lot of things, that’s true, but never boring That’s night to morning, Rise and shine or heavy pouring I’m known to switch up my passions without warning I rather merge em all together than trying to sort em You’re not fighting for it? I guess it’s not important And that's according to the laws of natural order Lover or fighter? I'm sorta on the border But I treat love as sacred, yeah, I’m a true supporter …So I try to save the fighting for the enemy But we’re all known to break down mentally If not now, get prepared for eventually I’m on three ruff spots in half a century They say if things don’t work, it wasn’t meant me But how I see it, guess they really wasn’t on to me And if you got a different view, I wish you’d intervene If you read what I wrote, keep it evergreen Different shades, different texture, different mood swings I understand every color of the mood ring And I express accordingly that’s what friends are for Rather rich beyond belief or penny poor There’s no time to waste, no, not any more So Imma do it to the Max. Full 24

1)Fresh Lil Story So many tricks up the sleeve some believe he’s warlock I ship out the orders, then I order some stock That’s not why I do this, but still I applaud y’all I go hard, I’m so odd, a one man God Squad I play ‘Herculues’ for the peace it brings Aaron Neville got a voice like an angel sings It ain’t no thing to find a new way to express I way to address, the heaviest weight on your chest Don’t wait on your death, start now, very first step It’s never easy, yeah, that’s a fact you can bet Strike up the band, bandleader hold up your hands Don’t leave to chance, I’m trying to get these people dance Got a simply 1-2, one size fit all But imma do it all nite, til I hear bird’s call The nerve of y’all thinking that I wouldn’t return It shouldn’t concern, I still got some things to learn Now once upon a time I was down and out But found out, a way that I could change the route Well, actually, I should say the cure found me When I slipped in a dream in a drowning sea That’s poetry, I like to write in wild extremes Paint the feeling, but don’t always say what it means This is personal and no person know how you truly feel Emotions so vast, it’s an unlearned skill Some search still, in fact, I’m near the top of the hill And once I’m looking overhead, I’ll raise a toast to my will Hold still, you got a little smudge on your soul If I wipe it all clean, will you stay or go? No matter what your choose, my reaction’s the same Imma do the right thing, that I swear on name Barrels of blame rolling in, I wouldn’t worry That’s the way life goes, it’s the same ole story

Priceless Prizes (3-16-23) I said it with ease, though I never said it would please I set up a scene, simple thing, like a routine My emotions on display like a TV screen Although you recognize ‘em, do you know what they mean? It’s not the same thing, why is that so hard to believe? A guarding of needs, built from the scars time leaves That pipeline leads to a wasteland of dreams The chasing cease, when we take a cue from machines Split at the seams is how I define the times Final lines have been crossed, we ignored the signs According to science, empirical research is best My lyrical quest, all about the love I invest The pain I divest, here’s a little more by request I mean you’re asking for right? That’s what your actions your suggest I’m not impressed with flashing lights or nights of vices Non-cipher, I got my own type of crisis Life’s surprises, problems in all sorts of sizes The sun still rises, My eyes on the priceless prizes These eyes… They’re on the priceless prizes Love, freedom, hope and the will to create Are a few of the things that I need to feel great Fill up my plate with soul food like I never ate Fate’s never late, it’s mysterious out the gate A serious state of confusion, an illusion, my bruises taken Choosing to pay my dues by showing and proving, a proven statement Who’s debating? That’s hating. Blatant. I’m used to waitin’ But, I’m about to black out, I’m too sedated Who created the loophole for lies to be truthful No true soul would stay on that path, pick a new road That’s two-fold, still gotta pick, where will you go? You know, you gotta make the choice, so please do Needs no intro if the jewels are fool’s gold’s vices My eyes on the priceless prizes My eyes…they’re on the priceless prizes Tension is built, and please don’t mention the guilt That’s all five sense felt when the hand was dealt It’s hard to tell the friends from the fringe, that’s old news I hope you don’t learn the hard way like most do I’m close to, so few (but) I’m not opposed to Meet new people to help me peacefully sleep through The restless long nights, the terrors that resume It feels like forever, still it feels like too soon Feel the room with my presence or I blend right in It all depends on the state of mind I’m in A minor win, from a chance that was kind of slim I let my mind ride the wind before my thoughts begin That’s how I plug in, universally sync Purposefully think…irreversible link To the heart of the matter, to the soul in their eyes The bind the ties, our lives to the priceless prizes My tries...focused on the priceless prizes

13-This One's 4 The Culture (Vesk's Vibe OUTRO) by RedefineHipHop

Last of the Record Buyers I got my first record March ’74 Carl Douglas 7” left me hungry for more Fast-forward Christmas Day, that same year Fisher Price record player got a hold of my ears It wasn’t just music, there was GI Joe Flat Stanley, Curious Jorge, Frog and Toad Flash Gordon, Star Trek, all a part of the stash Along with Oscar the Grouch singing ‘I Love Trash’ Spooky Stories, something for late in the night And Power Records brought comic books to life And THEN, here come the 80s and Sugarhill …The 12” record was a brand new thrill Living on an army base in a foreign place So when I couldn’t find vinyl, I was trading tapes Then I moved to Stuttgart, near Breuningerland Nearby music store had some records on hand Teldec compilations were part of the quest Or get Enjoy Records on the CBS press A new spot opened, all vinyl racks And that’s the place where I got my Wild Style soundtracks A short time later, moved back to the states Off to Fort Riley, KS with a couple crates Downtown Junction City, conduct my search And I came across placed called the Middle Earth Mostly a Rock store, didn’t care for Rap But they got lots of vinyl, so I kept going back And then two years later, it’s the same old score New city, new school, new record stores We had Strawberry Fields, and T&S I would spend so much money I would feel so stressed Then I drop the needle and I hope for the best And get a whole new mood when the song was fresh That’s the life of a crate digger and their suppliers Without Bias, yeah, it’s the Last of the of record buyers

-Tricks Are For Kids We ain’t come to play, joke’s over, bombs away Comp should pray, Pinnland on raw display Cutting records any size, 12”, 45s With a scratch so swift it’s too quick for your eyes In sync like MIDI, plus keep the drums real gritty The Pinnland Empire taking over your city Who’s with me? I’m betting on the best in the biz Ya know who it is…the one with skills, trick are for kids (Just when the world has need of such a man) Pinnland (Tell a story with your hands) (All he needs is a purpose) and there’s no question He step in, and then (sound was the weapon) Record shredding just with a flick of wrist (What Sorcery is this?) Eternal bliss, the scratch, plus the rhyme and the drum Pinnland in control (for generations to come) (What’s that sound?) …Proof of the work that we do A slight clue of the (homage which is rightfully due) A right to choose your own path, the madness is musical (Something special, something unusual) (Ok that’s swell), (what a great idea) (Stop the music), please, adjust your ears Pinnland, since we’re both fans of the break Let’s play a lil game called, (‘What's in that crate?’)

The 45 King Goes Gold! Ya ever play an old record and ya hear one part And can’t help it, ideas just start to spark That would be an ill loop, or could chop it clean Separate the drums, play em like a drum machine Isolate the bassline with some filtering May take a lil work, it’s that will to win Like digging thru stacks for the perfect match Or sometimes ya gotta go and buy a whole new batch 45s, LPs, even 78s Whatever it takes, always get a fix from the breaks DJ Mark knew the deal, he was the king of this thing Horn Sample OG, really earned his wings Needle drop expert, and the cuts were sharp That’s the kinda skills you learned while rockin’ the park The 45 KING, long live one of the greats I bet they rolled the red carpet at the golden gates Latee “This Cut’s Got Flavor” was ill A fly beat, combined with impeccable skill Flip to the b-side, ‘Puttin’ On the Hits’ Latee doin’ styles MCs still can’t get And the 45 King even rocked the spot Teaching MCs a lesson, whether they learn it or not Like “A King and Queen Creation” where Latifah snapped After ‘Wrath of My Madness’, the Queen was back Marky Fresh had a style casually fly The run sentence, not indented, simple but sly Stone to the bone, do fa self is the way The Motivation to fight Corruption everyday Chill G Rob’s Ride the Rhythm is a masterpiece Masterfully written, and DJ Mark the king of the beats Lakim with a pen is an audible treat Don’t try us, style wars or when a wise man speaks The voice power back terrorizing the toys And he pick up the pace when they sample the dope noise …Yeah, the soul provider with the hyped up track Knowledge is king, but get the gusto in the stacks Speaking of that, Flavor U was all on they job A battle no prob, face Assassination Squad The grace of the gods, power in the face of the odds Sign of the crimes, a raw dope rhyme for the frauds Believe that, the king is here to rattle your trunk He got 900 ways he can bless the funk So let me show you exactly how it’s properly done He set it off with a loop of some banging drums No tricks in his mix, on time, no flaws He’s a master of the game, future shock for all This is just a brainstorm from a microphone fiend Court is now in session, so long live the KING!

Cut, Scratch & Blend I love DJig with all my heart High-end art, ground zero where the culture start Thanks to Quik Mix Theory from Grandmaster Flash Blast from past, PIONEER, if you have to to ask Have to add…GrandMixer D.st Turn one turntable to a symphony Essentially, DJs, they would lay the beat So we could speak, try to refine technique Two Techniques took it to a whole new peak Kept the needle in the groove for the mood we seek Back and forth, two copies of the same soundscape Found the break, keep it going, yeah, sounds great Soundstage front/center, please focus your eyes Cut, scratch, blend, then a lil surprise Maybe scratch with an elbow, or break down the track Juggling act, then hit em with a spinning attack But, always keep the skills in tact Yeah, like that… I’ve had some ill DJs since back the days Cutting records on time with the phrase that pays DJ Nate, selector, he curates the vibe The right record every time, bring the crowd alive DJ Pill, the House Rocker, so much style Scratch the record with his foot, tear the whole house down Quiet Killer more subtle but skills to match No words for the people, he speak thru scratch Madd Maxx, Grandmaster far as my ears hear He was musical genius, had to make that clear DJ Dread on the mix, keep the blend on time Plus add a ill scratch to compliment the rhyme Stizo and J Pratt, Vinyl Addicts supreme 6 turntable set up, that’s a DJs’s dream And Presyce, so nice, with the slide and fade Got hundred one ways, he could make ya day PNS Live Errors, but the style is clean Here’s the underworld king from the Molemen team That was then now Pinnland here to hold me down Remold my sound, take it back to underground The truth suppliers, you can call me the new sire My royal decree, to build the Pinnland Empire

Take Me Back When I first started rhyming I was following trends Listening to Sugar Hill and Enjoy with my friends And my dad would get tapes from some people at work And he was in the military, which was really a perk See, people moved in from the east coast shores And brought records, tapes, they would let me record I would study every rhyme, plus learn every word Then it wasn’t too long, the next chapter occurred I was writing down my own rhymes, rocking in the lunchroom Started with a few but then I had bunch soon I had the Sharp GF-575 Plug the mic chord in and freestyle live My first group was the Devastating 2 Then a few years later came the 3D crew I feel things are getting serious, I’m building my skill The love is real, think it’s time to search for a record deal And the 3D crew had a perfect plan Graduate high school, then it’s time to expand Gonna learn about the biz, take it back to the root At MBI, the Music Business Institute BUT, ya know how it goes, most plans’ll a fail Bet a lot of rappers got that story to tell But all is well, Wildstyle came on scene Mad Maxx and LA, what a powerful team A crew with a dream, battle instigators supreme And when we step on the stage, took it to extreme Had a few labels offers but they ALL fell thru Failed to…make the big dream come true SO we went our separate ways, and I was back alone Making music on my own, sitting right at home 8-track, SP, plus a hell of a knack To develop a rap, them days, take me back

Last Laugh Back in the days I used to wear mic round my neck Walk into high school, watch it swing as I stepped Searching for threats, teaching MCs ‘bout regrets And shopping at Gand Music till I’m bouncing the checks Drum machines, samplers, plus 1200 decks Went from 4 to 8-track, to put him back in effect Neighborhood studio where anyone could record Love is free, best believe anyone could afford Just walk thru the door, I play a break beat and you rhyme Then I find the perfect sample, and I make em combine An a hour or so later, play the tape in your car Drive around the neighborhood, and make believe you’re star But if you’re still on foot, let the walkman blast Head to Lakehurst Mall, let your headphones pass Let them all get a taste of the demo you made Tell em Rage Cage Studio is where it was laid Talking circa ’88, till bout ’95 My crew was live, our motto, ‘Got rhymes, we’ll drive…’ Appear on your scene, step into the cipher and blow Cause we’re walking rhyme bombs, and it’s time to explode And, that was a track, we did around ’91 Performed it at the Avalon, man, them days was fun And that was my last time on a stage performing But I kept writing and recording from the night to the morning Love of the craft, essential like numbers in math But numb from the lack of success, not even one of us has Down on my last leg, so I strayed from the path But if you’re hearing what I’m hearing, guess I’ll claim last laugh Yeah, I stopped but now I’m back so I claim last laugh ANd I never gon’ stop again , I claim last laugh

3-2-1 (Chaos Magic) There comes a time in your life when you have to fight Clash at night, duck from the hazard lights You have the right to stay silent, pass the mic Speak the truth till it burn, make it acid-like As it stand, I plan to complete my quest Treat my stress with breaths, trying to be my best Beat my chest, yell from the deepest depths Keep in step, never live with regret No sleep or rest, peep how I keep so fresh Live out my dreams, that seem to cancel out the rest Bout to stretch this lil bit of hope that’s left Hold his breath, blue in the face till death Kill, crush, destroy, then rebuild, what’s next? Oh yeah, gotta sort em all, according to specs Importing the text, analyze important effects Loss of respect, I guess it’s the court of the jest Sword to the neck, yeah, that’s how I course correct And of course, correct, I never let ya see the sweat Evil Dead lurking, trying to bleed me red I leap off ledge and I don’t even need no need net He go get the whole wide world in his grip, and he can’t slip 2nd chance, back from the blip 616, 6 plus a half of a 6, minus the 2 The math ain’t the half of it… The finest of jewels ya find when the mind is the tool The fool vs wise man, classic duel Mask removed, who was you expecting to see? Yeah, jokes on you, same face, it’s ME It’s 3 in morning, 39 to go And at 4 AM, time to lock and load Ya block the road, I go around, will not be slowed Televised revolution’s where the lies are told Lives are sold, but hands never touch no gold I must’ve known it was ending once it touched my soul What’s SO special, bout the goals you seek? As for me, it’s something that the eye can’t see I can’t be the person that you want me to be Just once I wanna blend all the wants and the needs The front is the lead, I wonder if I’ll ever succeed? Running full speed…endless field full of weeds Full of disease, cruel world, who to believe? Who do I leave my last rites to weep while they read? I need what I need,I give and don’t need receive From to seed to a tree, pull ‘nother trick from my sleeve Return of the matte…black, deep, dark and abstract Star of the track, action-packed like a Arkham attack Scarecrow tactic, watch me blow in the wind Not playing to win, just sayin, I’m just playin’ pretend Stay to the end, the credits have the answers we need Need to be free and faster than the predator’s speed In debt to the beat, enabled my mind speak Divine mystique, is how I’d define this piece To find his peace, his reach real deep until He finally feel, something artificially real I confess I just might settle for rest Save me some stress…finally save me guess Lately I miss spring nights, face feeling mist Walking in bliss, looking up and making a wish The age of the rich…been long, but might end quick The end is near, the threat is clear, the tension’s…THICK

The Art of Surprise Deep cut, give it all I got then re-up To beat me, first ya gonna need to keep up Be what you wanna be, shape your own memory Build your own band, then shake the tambourine Energy beyond belief…I’m beyond your reach Iron seat, sitting in a fortress hard to breach Freak show with the moot controlled by remote Heave Ho, trying to lift the spirits of pe-ople They won’t let me in, I spy your eye thru… They won’t let me in, I spy your eye thru the peephole Be we know, trust’s at all time low Lies to-go, thanks for the ride, Creepshow Meet yo maker dead broke in the casket The emperor's wardrobe back to exact fit That’s it the most important fact I’m backed with It’s magic, cash from my hand like a magnet Sadness tried to take over but I managed Candid, plus know how to act like a Black Brit Black grip tape on the mouth of madness Silence granted, supplanted widespread panic Why spread panic? Let’s take it down notch or few And focus our rage on those responsible Crush the obstacle, that’s what logical But watch your back, best believe they’re watching YOU On the one let’s have some fun, starting gun Blast off, now I’m almost done That’s light speed, I might be the most unlikely No hype beast…cause there’s no one like me A tight squeeze, get em all loose and lively It might bleed cause I cut it down to the white meat Surprise me…hmmm…I don’t see that outcome Out gun or outrun? Choose your route son House or apartment, hardwood or carpet On target, known to get the party started It’s methodic, chaos theory mixed with logic K got it, style gets a bit chaotic Play god or pray hard, course is plotted T’s crossed, I’s… T’s crossed, I’s dotted, it’s a buy-product/byproduct It’s alive, I survived a life audit Life oughta feel good like a narcotic But not numb, naw, need to feel bass drum Need a little love? Well, here then taste some I got some spare, and willing to share The feeling is rare, can’t wait till the summer is here And when it’s gone, just play back the song Crisp highs in yours eyes, bright like sun rise And sometimes we put the hi-hat in disguise Let it sneak up on ya…SURPRISE!

Not Forgotten Once upon a time, Carmen was a friend of mine She lived a few houses down, wasn’t hard to find I’d go down the block, we talk on the sidewalk About our school days, or new toys we just got See, this was 6th grade, young kids feeling free Fantasizing bout one day who we’ll be And who will be the one to make it feel complete And Carmen said she had a cousin I should meet Her name was Melanie, Carmen started telling me Some things about her cousin, effectively compelling me …I said I couldn’t wait, just let me know the date And we can spend some time together, leave the rest to fate And when the time came, it was like first sight I think I kissed her on the cheek on the first night We liked to hold hands, and go on long walks And talk about the future until time’s lost We used to get in trouble for getting back late The street lights were the enemy I used to HATE But our time was short, you lived so far away We had to wait for the next vacation day Hoped you came my way, so we could reconvene Had to settle for the phone calls in-between But that didn’t last, parents could protective We were still young, but felt so connected I put your name in a rhyme back in ’82 I really thought that our love was gonna make it through I always been a dreamer, I always cared deep I always had a soft spot for some mystique For 12 year old me, Melanie was god sent Been gone since, but I guarantee she’s not forgotten

Modern Age B-Boy Stance Last dance, hope ya got the call in advance Bring ya best moves, then bust a b-boy stance Wave your hands, if ya care to take a chance I got a decent two-step, and no prior plans So if the world bout to end, this can be our night Of if we have a chance to win, we can join the fight My love is right, my bark is a afraid of my bite If ya bout slow rolling, please stay to the right Stages and lights, or sit home, pages to write The age of grey, part of the phases of the life Took a long time to find a little peace of mind So please remind yourself to at least be kind It’s the small things, the kind of clarity that a fall brings Ya think ya know a better way to live, then by all means Do you, I’ll do me, we all got our own needs It’s on me, give it all I got, come on feet

Now, what we have here is some unnatural breed Casually exposing where passion can lead Fasten your seatbelt, the G Force is extreme Rise of the phoenix, still short four on my team Solo’s my scene, seldom scene, soul’s in-between A rock and a HARD PLACE, bein’ chased in a dream Please intervene, ‘fore this thing is smashed to smithereens Splintering, crossroads, snakes are slithering Hear the ring? The bells ring true, considering Lies are on the rise, AND the sky is falling So enthralling, shoulda trust the coward’s calling Now it’s dawning, better late than never I guess Never I rest, even when I sleep I feel stress People’ll press, every button simply ta test Tensing of chest, feels like I emptied the nest Here to confess, I don’t have no-thing to CONFESS …Except, I’m not perfect, and my purpose is set Yeah, my purpose is set A nervous wreck, going high speed every step But taking every breath slowly, like bleeding to death Leading to less then needed for your needs to be met Which leads to regret, weeds done grown past the neck That’s a picture painted, pain compressed for your entertainment Indicating my innermost thoughts have been vindicated Win-lose, been thru them days that’ll break you Or bend you, make you just go where the wind choose Freeflow, from free will? I don’t believe so I leave NO stone unturned, I don’ t need NO Inspiration, I’m self-motivated, or it seems so Seams slowly splitting, getting wider, and we KNOW There’s only so much space thru the eye of the needle The cries of people from the evil that men do We live thru, simply trying to do what we’re meant to

Whatever Life Remains If these are the last days, Imma live my life to the fullest Unlike past ways, living like I’m dodging a bullet I am a student of humankind, I study their nature Which I don’t relate ta, minor problem off to the majors Some prophets in cages, others shoot down while on stages The cost outrageous, doing nothing’s even more dangerous I don’t have answers, all I know, they rather enslave us Rather than save us, or figure out a way they can change us Going thru changes so often, even I AM STRANGER This isn’t anger, this is an intentional banger Drown in my laughter while thinking ‘bout the time thereafter Whatever there after, the won’t find it tied to no rafter I ain’t rapper, writer with inspiring chapters No lying or acting, truth, requires no practice Fire from dragons can’t even melt the ice in his veins Surviving the pain, then live whatever life remain

True Vision by RedefineHipHop