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1.
The Moon 01:29
2.
code 02:12
Talking in code may prove to be useful, huh Covered in snow, huh Angle spritz, and a fistful (Chop, Chop) Or so They say to be careful (sentiments I erect) between me and my content All this energy I ex-spent Pent Pent Neighborly junked car My stars hit Drip fucka drip A drip, a drip, a drip (Drip fucka drip) Get your wig split (I ain’t wit this shit) I am wit the shits Out in public Boutta fuckin flip (Fli, fli, flip, fli) It’s like an Encoded rationality I need a A boost up in my salary Scanning my whole dairy Neighborly junked car My stars hit Drip fucka drip, drip (Drip fucka drip) Get your wig split, split (I ain’t wit this shit) I am wit the shits Out in public Boutta fuckin flip (Fli, fli, flip, fli, fli)
3.
Concrete 03:02
(Wwwwwwwwwww) Welcome to the dovetail Hit me up Only time will tell If I respond Three prong Be gone Be long My cells are changing cuz Cause I see strong Cause I’m scared na! And I’m driving Cause I’m driving and I’m scared and I’m driving Axle embrace the brakes Just a single click away On another sunny day Knees kiss the pavement Across the cold waters where My momma came in Then my fucking father fucking came in and made men Couple men, plural Painting murals, plural that I’m here but I’m there, in anyway feral Sing a song, a carol But don’t tell on your fellow On the ship, on a kayak, on an island Under water, under lights, under sirens You know how I went, know bout cyan No mosquitos, lots of roaches Lotta shells, lotta skins, lotta ATV’s Lotta coaches, no more coaches Lotta purpose Up on the surface Don’t make me nervous So my mood, my mood today is Long strong and wavy Spaces excite me Concrete on my black jeans Holding down my ego down Red, white My people brown Dirty as a eagle’s crown See before, you dip and catch Burned rubber, burned rubber Shoot relax I shoot for acts I shoot for Around for facts And nun taken from ya that you can’t take yourself I complia-compose myself Concrete on my black-t Look at how they act me Look at how they treat me Concrete on my green teas Concrete on my
4.
(ahh ohh) Their body moves Drip down in the summertime I can’t tell between my 6 legs or my made-up lies Covered in their body moves Action Potential Oatmeal and lentils Keep my tummy, bummy Suspenseful Suspended, needa let go Drifting and playful Death when I touch it Don’t touch it don’t, don’t touch me Ticks, ants and bees on me Beyonce Corn flake, red drink Sipping in the right way Outta space everyday Shifting out of head space Blacking out, Black & Mild, brown and wild Smoke up the doja Please stop the itchin And keep my composure Keep the index finger off of the trigger Our bodies Akhi Cause it gotta red hot! And I gotta dot head! I’m headed to your town now Cause I’m shooting then I aim Shooting then I aim (now) Your body moves Drip down in the summertime I can’t tell between 6 legs or my made-up lies Covered in the way their bodies move Your body moves Drip down in the summertime I can’t tell between 6 legs or my made-up eyes Covered in their bodies move
5.
(excerpt) 01:41
6.
GRAMMER 01:21
No I haven’t seen the body I saw too much at once it’s why I'm now departed The master that dodges the pen gets it from the sword A very scary word for something that hadn't even occurred Feet bleed turn my sox red call me Big Papi Body awareness hi No waste Waist back pocket I may look medium I wear extra large Big shirt, big pockets, avoid a charge End up lifting alotta shit I’m living large Ultimately re-institutionalized for my espionage (Nnnhhhhhh) And yuh wonder why I'm noided Hopefully those who seen it Didn't think to report it Weighed down By a collection of hood ornaments Security cam hopefully monitoring Not recording hopefully monitoring Not recording Security cam I'm not joking I'm not joking I’m not joking Nobody's king
7.
Horizon, I never obtain it Who as of late? Gimmie the paper No need for words Say less Who as of late? Give a fuck bout who I became Undressed Wetting my hands Burning my hands Crushing my mouth On the pavement Wearing my ankles away Running towards brighter days Who as of late Can speak about where I done came from? Looking for all of my main ones Horizon, I never obtain it Blade of grass Amazing pass Blade of grass Amazing dunk Blade of grass Amazing steal Blade of grass I shoot for real I shoot for real Blade of grass Amazing pass Blade of grass Amazing dunk Blade of grass Amazing steal Blade of grass I shoot for real
8.
XIV 00:35
9.
sootychic 02:05
What can I say Hands are a holy gift Don’t look away Gimme my respect and shit And gimme space I need some time to drink Time to think Me and my Henny go Me & my Henny go back n shit Oh my goodness All this copping Oh my darling Spraying all this fire On your beaches, on your paintings, on your surfaces Ain’t no stopping me now Stopping Stopping me now Boy don’t breathe Heavy breathe now sootychic sootychic Girl don’t breathe Boy don’t breathe huh, huh Hood acid seasawing Rubberbands, they fall in Not here to argue, I'm here to win Become unintelligible, here's a vic Pots and pans and language, Print the 900 pgs, Rosello messages Ain’t shit separate Me and my extras said Hood craft Black craft Post-apocalyptic Bird human Bad human Get your moms a mansion
10.
E. B. Lens 02:27
I’ll hire yall maufukas to go head & fuck off Swollen off the beauty, health and alcohol Just want to lay back & feel the wind Give em what they don’t want plus E. B. Lens E. B. Lens Watch your dome piece when you pass by E. B. Lens I could be free like you but E. B. Lens Got me seeing shit Tripping in Fading from artifice to reality Ahki’s is mad at me For some shit, I ain’t try to be You ain’t as hot as me You ain’t as cold as me You aint Nowhere near as bold as me, you fold my g I’m ghost, I’m gone, anointed spirit, Throwing dirt all up on my name I needa clear it I see through my art I work through the grit Lucky that I came equipped wit the shits Hammer on my side Hammy on my front leg Deadly on my side Counting all kinds of heads Deadly on this side Jumping it like tick take I'm stalking it, I’m taking it Sanctified Sank & died Like a goldfish with a redhead master and no oxygen Brothers getting killed for all kinds of gems Floating tablets, floating bitches , deflated egos, here we go I came thru wit Lead in my belly I didn’t swallow it But still became heavy Eyes rolling back Broken like the levees I gotta big vault & 17 chevys You’ll never really know If the knock is worth the sugar Field of grass Dethatcher or a flamethrower Field of glass Dethatcher or a flamethrower Pick and choose who are you? I’ll hire yall maufukas to go head & fuck off Swollen off the beauty, health and alcohol Just want to lay back & feel the wind Give em what they don’t want plus E. B. Lens E. B. Lens Watch your dome piece when you pass by E. B. Lens I could be free like you but E. B. Lens Got me seeing shit Tripping in
11.
Look Prr, prr You would’ve let me Stay on empty Stay on empty Stay on empty You would’ve let me (stay on) Would’ve let me Stay on empty (stay on) Through the plastic & My name is prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr & My mans is prr, prr, prr, prr, prr & prr I have power Selling fuego A designer, mountain climber I have power Selling fuego A designer, mountain climber Hail from the sky Hail from the sky Falling from the sky Hail falling Hail falling From the, from the sky Hail falling from the sky Would’ve let me Stay on empty Stay on empty You would’ve let me Stay on empty Stay on empty Stay on empty & My name is prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr & My mans is prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr I have power Selling fuego A designer, mountain climber I have power Selling fuego A designer, mountain climber Hail from the sky Hail from the sky Falling from the skies Hail from the sky Hail falling Falling from the skies Look me in my prr, prr, prr, prr, prr & My mans is prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr, prr
12.
Binz 04:58
Baby I could be a terrorist as long as I’m safe Some place, some place Same as yesterday

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Recorded at The Orchard

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released August 18, 2019

All songs written, arranged & produced by Kevin “GRAK” Hernández Rosa unless otherwise noted.
Album art by PSR.
Art direction by GRAK.

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