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Out of Season

by Black Smith

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[Verse 1 - Black Smith] Now this right here is not a preview Of what my album gon' bring you It's nothin' like that So don't be goin' 'round callin' this a GALAXY track Simply givin' y'all supported me a part of me back Escaped the shadow of death, thought I'd call it a wrap Then I'd caught up my breath, now I'll pick up the slack Never throw in the towel, over the simplest flack Been a wordsmith since birth creatively colored me Black Turnin' 21 years at the point of this rhyme Always felt the clock's hand was never on my side Would've gave an arm and leg for better odds or more shine But now I give you palms for a read, so let's ride Been a bumpy semester, had to face my worst fears And I'm not gonna lie, late at night there's still tears Can't believe it's already been almost a year And though we all have our time, I wish my mom was still here But lemme pause and rewind, for the sake of revered Dropped an EP for free, and my fans--- they all cheered A couple blogs noticed; gained respect from my peers But like objects in mirrors, things ain't what they appear Reflections turn upon my hometown Apologies for how little I seem to come down But when your day-to-day's politely telin' customer's to drive 'round You tend to realize, money's not meant to be burnt now What I wouldn't give for a cash cow But that's the sacrifice we make when we take a higher course now The fruit doesn't always follow the plow And sometimes the Father just doesn't favor the child Checked the status of my hometown And looked for posts that displayed some support for my crew's sound I'm sad to say those signs were nowhere to be found If the village abandons you, can you call that place a ghost town? I'm feelin' that's a real possibility But the bitterness is killin' me I think I need to let it go 'Cause nothin' even matters [Hook - Black Smith] I think i need to, Let it go, let it go, let it go-o-o-o I need to let it go (Ooooh...!) 'Cause nothin' even matters... [Verse 2 - Black Smith] Allow me one more chance To right out all the wrongs I've made The pen connected to my brain Ink flowin' through my veins The BIC is now my brainstem One with my roots, the colors of my heart are painted Picture ain't so pretty but the beauty is in the details And if lyrics sell, then I'm anticipatin' retail What's in store is a concoction of bars and cars Mixed with pain, anime and some divine spark Make no mistake, my nigga, I'm out creatin' art Just hope my house is in order 'cause I hate playin' cards And if it all falls, I'll just continue on Till curtain call time, y'know I gotta play The Bard But before I pull my encore, give me a little space Unless I do somethin' shady and blow out my fuckin' brains Although I gave you a project full of my grieving pains Don't push me into fulfilling all of those bleeding claims Less than two months to complete the tape, I'm panickin' now But took a break from studies for now Just to give my last words to this bitch named Summer 500 days later--- hate I gave you my number Opened my eyes for the first time and embarrassed myself 'Cause I saw a full crowd but only got crickets for help Tried my best to vault over the low bar that I'd set But the flows were like a traffic jam stuck in pen When Quentin left the sidelines, the matches were lit Homie fuckin' kicked my ass--- how's that for motivation? But his musing turned out to be our inspiration Now QUAY and DooBay are primed to kill it again. Shit... Since I'm done weighin' all the pros and cons This never-ending tangent can now finally resolve: Can't always take the blame when somethin' goes wrong And sometimes you just gotta fuckin' move on, y'know? But don'tcha think? Been a long time comin', this thing between you and me I gotta let it go Just let it go... [Hook] I think I need to let it go I need to let it go I think I need to let it go, let it go, let it go I think I need to let it go Cause nothing even matters... [Outro] Out of Season... Bitch.
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[Intro - James Fauntleroy] What of the dollar you murdered for? Is that the one fighting for your soul? Or your brother's the one that you're running from? But if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some [Bridge - Black Smith] Yeah, PSA to the game: P.O.P. here to stay... Black Smith on the way... Check it out [Hook - Black Smith] Ain't nobody fuckin' with my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin' Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't no Adam Sandler flick, but I got my Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique And all these Kate Beckinsales, they want the They want the... they want the.... [Verse 1 - Dubé] Rap's new face--- paparazzi takin' pictures, Murderin' this place, you should call me Jack The Ripper, Beast in the sheets like Bow Chicka Chicka, Ride-or-die clique, pull a semi on a nickhua, Gotta bad bitch, she drop it, she pop it, yeah, she twerkin'! Hulk Smash this beat; muthafuckas I be murkin' Haters be lurkin' but ya can't see me now, Got mah stunna shades on; I be higher than the clouds, Walk into the buildin', Louis V from flo to ceiling What a feelin' it is, to know that I'm the fuckin' shit, Just MC Hammer a trick and move on to the next one, You niggas cant touch this because my clique deserves respect, son! [Hook - Black Smith] [Verse 2 - QUAY] They call me Quaynor, Mr Cleanest Valor A sick' in his mouth, somethin' that's hard to ignore That's how I'm feelin', flow on a million Too illin', that I'm not Sicilian and now I'm even killin' Who?! That boy wild, profile on somethin' vicious Prolific, mind infinite if we talkin' digits If we talkin' lyrics, then I can write you epics And if we talkin' shit, then I'm like a septic P.O.P. with me, we might even, if we please, 'Cause murder and mayhem, killin' sprees by the 3's Put in a daze, a day's a maze for the cheese Y'all out of place in the race when it comes to the steeze So, bye-bye! Sayonara! Or see ya later 'Cause it's showtime! We the '88 Lakers We've been, selected and collected to be the beast So tell me: Who gon' dare mess with P.O.P? Quay!!! [Hook - Black Smith] [Verse 3 - Quentino] (Oh, shit!) Yeah, I'm talking me; yeah, I'm talking he Yeah, I'm talking about my clique 'cause you know that's what we be Everybody be fuckin' with us and they be trying to stop us But you best believe we ain't gone be stopped We gon' be on top, of the whole world Let these niggas know what we 'bout And let them know that we shout..... Out P.O.P! That's that PublishOrPerish shit That you ain't gonna be fucking with Because that's my motherfuckin' ass clique And you know what--- ya'll niggas end up thinking ya'll running shit? I dare you to try me, I DARE YOU TO TRY ME! I dare you to try he and I dare you to try all Six Kings But I doubt that you'll be able to try all of us 'Cause when you take one down, there will be another And best believe my whole clique is in this fucking bitch We don't fuck around with ya'll niggas: ya'll be talking shit Well you know what nigga? I'm not giving a fuck 'Cause I've been rolling with my clique since day one Of that 2011... [Hook - Black Smith] [Verse 4 - Black Smith] Name's Black Smith... then again, you should know me Already, 'cause I left those scars on tracks with how my flow be Slow me down?... Nah, you can't even catch me Leave your head spinnin' like the exorcism lady Leonardo Da Vinci, front row at the Emmys DiCaprio's mad at me, his veins are drippin' envy 'Cause the Oscars love a brotha, reppin' the vincinity While Leo's all alone 'cause that shelf award is empty Feels like a fantasy, complete strangers praise me I'm like a young Gatsby and I'm searchin' for my Daisy... Scratch that, bruh: I'm lookin' for an Ellie Now "I need your love" is what my haters even tell me Livin' out my dreams--- crystal clear lucidity Keep waitin' on a kick and I hope it never visit me 'Cause if one does, then I'll end up Calvin Candie And I'll be pushin' daisies from what the dentist hand me Live like a monster, or die as a good man? I took a third option, and made my seventh last stand Flowed more assertive, and now I gotta hood stamp Throwed up a Serta, niggas---hope that was a good nap... Gather 'round, children: the story's not done yet And don't misconstrue this as a ride off to the sunset Gave my own life to try'n' save a Kate Winslet Tellin' me I gotta do the same, ungrateful Juliet? Swallowed all the poison, spewed a bloody diamond The gang's all here, la familia's supplyin' Posse runs deep like the lines that I rhyme with Divine Providence is that these niggas I'm aligned with Publish or Perish, we 'bout to change the soundscape Now let me add the finishin' touch atop this landscape Molded mountains, mice and men out of mere clay And despite all the trouble in my past, it's still a good day Went through, deep depression when MY mother passed Suicidal thoughts--- what kind of talk is that? But I been talkin' to God for so long If you look at my art, he must be talkin' back Blessin' all my clique... [Outro - Black Smith] Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin' clique Ain't no Adam Sandler flick, but I got my clique And all these Kate Beckinsales, they want the They want the... they want the....
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[Intro - Agent J] Along for the ride Wherever life takes me, I will survive Along for the ride Wherever life takes me, I will survive... [Verse 1 - Black Smith] All I do is ingrain Lyrics and hustle into your membrane Cypress Hill, silence insane Blazin' a trail through Caribbean cane Willing and able to shake up the game Widen the frame that we entertain Beats from J the Agent of Flame Trade a few bars of gold in exchange ... Swerving through lanes K.R.I.T. in the whip, cuttin' off lames "Children of Earth," we takin' ya names No holds barred, it's war that we rage Minimum range, ain't makin' my grade Fuck with my grand, need more than first aid Rigor mortis, Lord bless all the slain Bodies were there already -- know what I'm sayin'?? Complacent remains, fossils of fuel for my own rise to fame I hasten success by takin' its horns, strappin' the saddle and pullin' its nape Turn of events? More a twist of fate Ridin' that strock right out the front gate "Survival of fittest" the motto for me 'Cause only the strongest will make it today... [Hook - Agent J] Along for the ride Wherever life takes me, I will survive Along for the ride Wherever life takes me, I will survive... [Verse 2 - Agent J] All I do is complain Spittin' these lyrics that did not pertain Talkin' about how my life was tragic While other kids my age turn savage Uh, I ain't carry a glock But I'd just rap about girls on my block That I was too nervous to speak to Middle class boy -- man, you're so see-through I can't believe it So bland, so self-decieving With time, I can achieve it. That bliss that comes with this feelin', Of joy I have started -- That part's the hardest But if Smith can escape the Shadow of Death Then J can escape from Kindergarten Nineteen... becomin' a man, don't know what that means Guess I just gotta wait and see Along for the ride; now shotgun seat 'Cause Life is drivin' When I arrive in, Paradise I will be smiling Till then, I'm surviving... [Hook - Agent J] Along for the ride Wherever life takes me, I will survive Along for the ride Wherever life takes me, I will survive... [Verse 3 - Black Smith] All I do is maintain Hatred and venom coursin' through my veins Paycheck to paycheck, I'm makin' the green? Project X or the Hunger Games? I ask myself that everyday Could be worse, could be plain Do what ya do to keep your own mind sane Kakarot card, what's my next plane? Seconds drain, years at this shit and it still ain't payed Slimmest of layers between love and hate Waste of my time or just longest race? Marathon lungs filled with vape Soles of my shoes and bod worn outta shape But I still give chase, mane: what can I say? Heart's in the art and I run my state -- Let it ride... ((The sting of insecurity's the Demon's secret weapon And I'll be damned if I become another Aesop of his lessons I learned a long time ago that pain cannot be lessened So I got up off my ass and penned my name along with Wesson...)) [Outro - Agent J] Along for the ride Wherever life takes me, I will survive Along for the ride Wherever life takes me, I will survive...
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Last Rites 05:53
[Intro - Bastille] O holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth... [Verse 1 - Black Smith] December 23rd, a holy night begins 9 PM as Forrest leaves and a call from Marcus ends An hour left till close, my restaurant is dead Then a slight burst of bizz makes me hate the world again... But my attitude adjusts once reality visits In the form of a man with no place to title his A knapsack full of nothing, camouflage, a crooked lens And a nose with a gash on the bottom of his bridge He shudders from the cold, stamps his boots on the way in Shaking slush and muddy snow on the threshold of the den He asks for me a water, I give a nod affirmative After filling his canteen, retreats to a booth at the right end... I pause for a moment as I stock my ice bin Shamed to say my only thought was on how late we stay open Continued 'bout my routine, helpin' Eric close kitchen Countin' dollars and some change, ventin' 'bout the morning shift Thirty minutes left to 10, a father of three kids Asks me at the counter if it's too late to take his bid I contain the loudest sigh, an artificial "nope" Then he said he'd had experience with the bottom of the rope Ordered a #2, the largest plate in scope And told me "keep the change" 'fore I even opened up a roll The last request he made, before he hit the road Was that I take the entire meal to that man still in the corn(er) Tears weld up in his eyes, to me they plainly spoke That random act of kindness was the simple gift of hope... [Hook - Bastille] The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees O hear the angel voices O night divine, O night, that leads to morn... [Verse 2 - Black Smith] December 24th, this Eve's about to end Sittin' right beside 'Leah on the porch of her parents Then up the driveway a car rolls, the same as mine Only difference is their color's a much cleaner silver shine We peer through the front gate as the headlights flicker dim And then give a warm and happy wave once we see whose ride it is... Jamy walks up, carrying Marley close to rib And I marvel at how fast my goddaughter's been growin' We laugh like little kids, proceed back to the door When a call on my phone makes me wheel back to the corner Trev parks his car, then steps out with a smile The thrill of when you haven't seen your family in a while... [Hook - Bastille] The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall on your knees O hear the angel voices O night divine, O night, that leads to morn... [Verse 3 - Black Smith] December 25th, we celebrate his birth But my mind is elsewhere and it cancels out the mirth Give Terrick a big hug and a farewell to his folks A handshake for the Doc, and tell his mother not to worry... Pay Clearview a visit: cemeteries never close And I search in the dark for a grave without a stone Head is full of memories, from just a year ago But the bills matter little when you're out here on these slopes A dreary realization that you're walking amongst ghosts On a Tuco type of sprint but this ain't no Ecstasy of Gold I find my Mother's post, send a prayer to the Utmost And I pour the forty out as I break down in the snow... [Outro - Bastille] Fall on your knees O hear the angel voices O night divine O night, when Christ was born... Fall on your knees O hear the angel voices O night divine O night, when Christ was born... O night, O holy night, O night divine...
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[Intro - Ellie Goulding] I had a way then Losing it all on my own I had a heart then But the queen has been overthrown And I'm not sleeping now The dark is too hard to beat And I'm not keeping up The strength I need to push me [Hook - Ellie Goulding] You show the lights that stop me turn to stone You shine it when I'm alone And so I tell myself that I'll be strong And dreaming when they're gone Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home Calling, calling, calling home You show the lights that stop me turn to stone You shine it when I'm alone [Verse 1 - Black Smith] Well...here we go again... Successful once more when the pad connects with pen Somethin' 'bout the bass and kick unleashin' all my talent A po' man but still rich in thought; call me Edgar Allen Poetic with intent, in the vein of Langston Hughes Meets W.E.B. du Bois --- souls shaded different hues Through the darkest times of life, I got guidance from my crew Now as I pray for safe voyage, the lighthouse signals out my cue, true! [Hook - Ellie Goulding] [Verse 2 - Dube] Now I lay, down to sleep To the Lord, my soul to keep Eyes closed, darkness creeps Driftin' lower, Devil's retreat In his clutches, in his heat Can't escape, can't believe I'm his slave, strapped in chains Never can I ever see My children, my friends, my motherfuckin' family Death -- hopeless Despair -- broken Thoughts filled my head, When I awake from my bed See myself in the mirror Can't describe the fuckin' picture: Body burnt, body torn Demon eyes, demon horns Blood spilled, on the floor Turn around; there my girl Dead on the floor -- this ain't right! I'm the demon from my mind Not a dream, this is life Gun loaded, my time to go is now Now, need to do it now How, can I live my life without my girl now? How? Nah, gun cocked, now Ka... Pow! [Hook - Ellie Goulding] [Verse 3 - Black Smith] Voices in my head, I need choices in my bed ... AWWGGHHH!!! Get out my fuckin' head Shadows of my ghosts follow everywhere I tread Now when I step out in the light, all I only feel is dread But my only fear is death, and I taste it on my breath Plus I'm askin' every night why I didn't die instead How'd the blackest of these clouds become the coziest of spreads? Now I only hope this fire chases down the tar I'm fed Through these many wounds I've bled, why am I peelin' at the scars? And if all my dreams are dead, why am I gazin' at the stars? Lonely at the top, but I led this fuckin' charge Like the art's my only love, but my game ain't up to par The agony prescribed, without the ecstasy to start And the pills I've tried to pop can't dull the sharpness of these darts Poison in the tips of every hollow, every barb So I pray my heart ain't infected from my affair with all this dark Told the roomie "leave my door cracked" before he hit the switch Maybe not the best idea--- my entire body starts to twitch My eyelids won't even touch--- what kind of nightmare am I in? But I sense it in the air: my hellish Matrix hit a glitch And there in front of me, sat the figure of a witch--- A black and hazy mass of a woman with a grin Whose grey and empty pupils sent me shivers deep within And the tremors only heightened when her fingers gripped my chin As I'm fightin' for my life, a hiss of hot air whiffed my nose And my chest is tryna heave, but my lungs won't even blow Would shrill the loudest scream, but my vocal chords are closed And I wonder, why's this always happen when I'm all alone? But as my corazon thumps its final desperate roll A discovery is made, coldest one I'd never known: My mind broke down to pieces once I saw my Mother's go And the final question is: will I ever again feel whole?...
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[Intro - Black Smith & Rob Carta] Now if you never left Houston, get a passport Never left Little Haiti? Get a passport If you live in South Central, get a passport So you can see the world... yeah! And if you rep the five boroughs, get a passport Or if you're in the Dirty South, get a passport If you're on the Westside, get a passport So you can see the world... yeah! [Verse 1 - Rob Carta] My flow, is stupid like the Stooges I would do more punchlines, but we'll save that for later Take a trip with me to a place called Pure Imagination And close yo' eyes and just dream As we float in space past Neptune and Mars And play hide-and-seek with the stars. You must be superstar, The way you shine so bright Man, it's gots to be right! I'll take you anywhere that you like Just tell me. You say you want to go there? Come, let's go. We don't need no luggage We take a plane to Paris, land on top of the Eiffel Tower And make sweet love--- who cares who's watchin'? Then we go to Rio, and sing with the birds as we watch the sunset, uh Wherever I go, she goes... if that's fine with you, though! I wanna be with you forever, a love with no limits Babe, you're so beautiful, can't wait to make a lifetime commitment One plus one equals two: that means me and you A love so true, yeah! [Hook - Black Smith & Rob Carta] Let's go to sleep in Paris, wake up in Tokyo Have a dream in New Orleans, fall in love in Chicago Mayne, then we can land in the motherland Camel back across the desert sands Then take a train, to Rome, or home Brazil, for real Wherever I go, she goes Wherever I go, she goes... [Verse 2 - Black Smith] My flow, is 'bout as fluid as a liquid What else I gotta prove to you to show that I'm with it? On a quest like The Tribe's; see, I'm askin' Can I Kick It? It's on my bucket list, so babe, consider me a pilgrim Your body is my Mecca, let my palms grace ya temple Playa's givin' you the runaround, so I'mma keep it simple Awake the beauty in ya, Prince Charming; here's a sample 'Cause I'll never give a woman less love than she can handle That's just one example, of the power that I'm wieldin' Together, we can raise the total value of this building Comedy meets pleasure, permeate your sensor centers Lovingly embrace the laughter of a joker and a tenor Who can serenade ya better than a Legend or a Frankie Ocean views ain't got nothin' on your beauty, frankly Sinatra couldn't best me, Marilyn can't hold a candle To your eyes and lips and legs--- your fire is ample Got me burnin' with desire, better than Naomi Campbell The flame is ignited, and that form cannot be dampened Good warm lovin' and I want more of it, ha! Please accept my offer of marriage, y'know it! [Hook - Black Smith & Rob Carta] Let's go to sleep in Paris, wake up in Tokyo Have a dream in New Orleans, fall in love in Chicago Mayne, then we can land in the motherland Camel back across the desert sands Then take a train, to Rome, or home Brazil, for real Wherever I go, she goes Wherever I go, she goes... [Verse 3 - Black Smith] I hope you like my steelo--- yeah, you know it's free On the same CD with the rest of my own "Be" You know that I wantin' to brave the seven seas To see your face again, and make our dreams reality Shout-out, to Wasalu and my nigga R-O-B Listen to another Carter charter hearts and diamond rings And as we close the track, prepare for what you'll see As a man becomes one with a girl called Destiny... [Verse 4 - Rob Carta] Appreciate the shout-out--- I hope you like my style though I take you wherever I go: baby, that's my motto This is what real love is, baby And forever is what I been thinkin' lately So you see that floor there? Here, I put my knee there I don't want it to end here So let's make it official, yeah! ... [Outro - Rob Carta] Wherever I go, she goes Wherever I go, she goes... Wherever I go, sheeeeee goooooooooes... Yeah! One time For your minds... haha!
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[Verse 1 - Black Smith] The thin line, between what's real and what's dreams I can finally see it now, nothin's what it seems Dreams sometimes take a life to complete Sometimes dreams dissipate when they must compete Like the distance, between the match and what's lit And the fuse we connect to our own timer that ticks Collectively, we dream of chrome rims and gold spins I dream, of honest deeds and never-ending flow pens I think, change gon' come like Sam Cooke and Doc King But the current situation's kind of haunting I hope, fantasy manifests before the swan sings But I'mma still give a "thank you" if the toll rings Only wish is I touch souls with every single word "Stuff that dreams are made of," sans the black bird Sky's the only limit; wings implanted on my hearse Memories printed on the heart is how I judge my worth My mother's biggest dream was to see her son rise And I've been on that same mission since I dropped Open Your Eyes So no matter what, ya boi is gonna make it And in the words of Big Sean: "Bitch, I'mma be famous!" I dream... [Quay & Marsha Ambrosius] My ambitions as a writer I pray these words take my higher Yeah, that's on my worth A dream never deferred, uh (Light dreams...)
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[Intro - CT] They beat the tribal drums till they’re black and blue It’s nothing new They beat the tribal drums till they’re black and blue It’s nothing new They beat the tribal drums till they’re black and blue It’s nothing new [Verse 1 - CT] GLASS CEILING YOUR FEELINGS WONT REACH ITS A HOPELESS PLACE WITH AN ARMS RACE WITHIN ARMS REACH OF A DRUG WAR BURN YOURSELF OF YOUR OWN ACCORD BE REBORN AND SHOW THE WORLD LET THE DREAMS OF A THOUSAND KINGS BE KNOWN LET THE DREAMS OF A THOUSAND QUEENS BE KNOWN HADIYA COLEMAN FRED HAMPTON TRAVYON MARTIN MARTIN LUTHER KING ILL SING IF THE ANGELS WON'T [Hook - CT] Do you feel the gravity? Do you feel the gravity? Do you feel the gravity? [Verse 2 - CT] Hijabs and hoodies Sticking kids up for their goodies Through the veil Or from under a hood These kids did everything they could Community Please grant the youth immunity From the this cycle of continuity GLASS CEILINGS and monthly billings Repeated feelings of daily killings Hijabs and hoodies Sticking kids up for their goodies [Bridge - CT] POP POP POP (gunshot noise) POP POP POP YOU DO NOT FEEL THE GRAVITY *deep voice* POP POP POP POP POP POP YOU DO NOT FEEL THE GRAVITY- (I’ll sing if the angels won’t) [Bridge - Black Smith] I CAN FEEL THE GRAVITY I CAN FEEL THE GRAVITY INTERGALACTIC YOU AND ME ENTER GALACTIC TRAVESTY... [Verse 3 - Black Smith] I ain't sayin' names, but All of y'all the same Mayne, fuck the slang Fuck the game, hit the play Buttons pushed, Wrath of Caine Bodied Abe, saw his face Offer-rang / offering, thought it plain Homicidal rage - amazing grace Coupe-de-graw, mix the pain, list the slain Guaranteed I ain't sane, Since I stood outside in that storm of Acid Rain Pave the way, endless maze Worst of daze, no escape Confusing bae's rodent brain Bubonic plague, what a shame I am Bane! Poison veins Darkest night is every day Demon bats in every dream Not the way, I like to sleep C'est la vie, Hola fin!... [Bridge - CT] POP POP POP (gunshot noise) POP POP POP YOU DO NOT FEEL THE GRAVITY *deep voice* POP POP POP POP POP POP YOU DO NOT FEEL THE GRAVITY- [Outro - CT Tick tock, on the clock I wonder if the world will stop?...
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[Outro - Marc Pinate] Fred calls at almost 3 o clock songs meet by cellular vibrations and promised revelations, and mystical manifestations of the eternal and divine. Still/Phil blows my mind with all these thoughts traveling at the speed of light, caught by my phone to remind me that I'm not alone, that it's time to do a rain dance, cause they ain't no such thing as chance. We are for sacrifice, a battle of symbol of sacrifice, to a symbol of a god. And that's what we had to do, Fred and I. Journey to the other side of "why" to the last number of pi, we own the illusion of eyes, a more accurate end to have what is called a ceremony. Where we take the divine stage of ritual and myth, turn water into wine, we find our minds and unwind ourselves to a clearer perception of existence, because that's what we are... "Human Beings" it is the human version of beings. Seeing that is in itself, the first step to enlightenment. It's time we chimes a couple more times when all of his words begin to fit together like tightest define, divined to battle through time emanating from the mouths and minds of all the true unseasoned prophets. And like rockets, Fred speaks spells, blows on conch shells, rings bells, and tells me to let his words enter my ear. So I can hear and speak past these ridiculous limits of time and space. Force me to answer his questions. Do I want the revelation? Or speak the incantation? Raise my level of concentration? Begin my own personal transubstantiation? And now I'm on a beach, now Fred and I are on a beach, and now could be the beginning of time for all I know. But even that is more make-believe, for time does not exist. Time is what vomits from our mind as we try to comprehend that, which is beyond human comprehension. That which is so much a part of us, that it is beyond us. Eternity... But I'll try to explain it. Or rather I'm gonna poke a hole in this piece of cardboard, and point it at the sun. And this isn't really a solar eclipse, but the image of a pinhole point at it; because at the end we can never actually see the eclipse, because in the end, it all means nothing. When you add up all the highs and lows, the joy, the pain, the lightness and the dark, everything cancels itself out. In the end we're all just heading towards zero. Zero is the perfect balance; the net charge of the universe is zero, an infinite force pushing against its infinite and opposite for all of eternity. That equals zero. In other words, zero and infinity are two sides of the same equation. Which is to say: "the moment is eternal, and eternal is the moment." The moment is eternal. And all eternity exists in this one moment. Therefore, we are eternal. Therefore we are in heaven. And hell, hell is being in heaven and not realizing it. Lifetime, after lifetime, after lifetime... I am eternal. And thus do not exist, except as everything. I am the light to the life; I am the bread of the everlasting covenant, and which in no way implies that I am god. No my brothers and sisters I do not profess to say that I am Jesus Christ. What I'm trying to say though is, maybe... maybe... He is me.

about

The second installment in a planned trilogy of mixtapes picks up exactly where Black Smith's "SHADOW OF DEATH EP" left off, and serves as the bridge between that debut release and Smith's ever-evolving "GALAXY" project.

Featured contributions to the project include his fellow Publish or Perish crewmates Quentino, Dube, Quay, Kreative Tendencies, and CT; Agent J, who leaves his fingerprints all over the production of the project; Malik Castro and Frankie Sinatra, members of the AgSway hip-hop collective based in Smith's hometown; and TYBERSPACE DESIGNS and Aduro Art, who shared creative duties over the project's album artwork.

Publish or Perish is a hip hop collective formed and founded by Austin Dobbins (a.k.a. Kreative Tendencies), Grant Dube (a.k.a. DJ Dube), and Jessie Smith (a.k.a. Black Smith). Associated acts also include Jason Quaynor (a.k.a. QUAY), Tyler Sutherland (a.k.a. CT), and Quentino (a.k.a. Quentin Roberts).

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released April 18, 2014

reissued 12 August 2014


"Intro" samples a significant portion of the sound recording "A Peace of Light" as performed by The Roots off the album 'How I Got Over' (2010), and features vocals from Amber Coffman, Angel Deradoorian & Haley Dekle. All samples used with attribution.

"Out of Season" is a remix of "Cole Summer," which itself interpolates a portion of the sound recording "Nothing Even Matters" by Lauryn Hill featuring D'Angelo off 'The Miseducation of Lauryn HIll. Sample used with attribution. Instrumental replicated by Lil Nik and TOBEY.

"Clique" is a reinterpretation of the song of the same name performed by Kanye West, Big Sean, and Jay-Z, and utilizes the namesake production from Hit-Boy. Vocals by: Jessie Smith, Grant Dube, Jason Quaynor, and Quentin Roberts. Additional vocals: James Fauntleroy II. Chorus conceptn by: Tyler Sutherland. Single cover artwork by: Sean Rossiter, a.k.a. TYBR.

"Ride" was written and performed by Jacob Resto and Jessie Smith. "Ride" also contains an interpolation of the song "Keep Calm N Play Coldplay" as performed by Black Smith. Produced by: Jacob Resto. Additional production by: Jessie Smith. Vocals by: Jessie Smith, Jacob Resto. Single cover artwork courtesy of: Agent J, a.k.a Jacob Resto. Mixed by: Jacob Resto. Assistant Engineer for Mix by: Jessie Smith.

"Last Rites" interpolates a significant portion of the sound recording "Tuning Out..." by Bastille, off the album 'ALL THIS BAD BLOOD.' Sample used with attribution.

"Lights" samples the Bassnectar version of "Lights," itself a remix of the sound recording of the same name by Ellie Goulding off 'Bright Lights'. This recording also interpolates additional vocals by Goulding from "Starry Eyed." All samples used with attribution.

"Paris, Tokyo (Freestyle)" is a remix of the sound recording of the same name off 'The Cool' by Lupe Fiasco. It was written and produced by Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, E. Deodato, and Rudolph Loyola Lopez a.k.a. Soundtrakk. The original sound recording also interpolates a significant portion of "San Juan Sunset" by Eumir Deodato.

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