Let's talk LYRICS
Before we post all of the TAOMAP lyrics here, we wanted to write a bit about our approach. Like every other part of the whole, the writing of lyrics is an intricate art form. Words, especially set to music, and extra especially set to repetitive or catchy music, are very powerful. Throughout history, armies hired musicians and composers to create songs and anthems which would encourage and even excite people to go into battles. Powerful drums and battle cries, carefully crafted calls and responses in training camps, sports, during manual labor, cooking or washing for the community in extreme heat… And then there are the affirmations, prayers, and quietly mumbling to yourself “I can do this” when you don’t think you can. Words are influential, potent, and full of intent, and we both take them very seriously.
Here are a few insights from each of us on the topic, and in case you’re looking for “Tenfold” lyrics you can find them here on Genius:
While on Genius, I encourage you to look up a few songs from other MCs or current popular songs and just read them out loud without the beat, and see if you like what you’re saying to yourself.
Pockets:
My approach to writing lyrics for MAP tracks is primarily based off of rhythm, sound, and topics that fit the pulse of the song. The words become shapes that mold the beat into tiny pictures, or frames that highlight hi hat patterns, kicks, snares, etc. On average, after listening to a beat, I'll begin scatting out lines and humming an alternate bass. Sometimes, I'll start verbally finger picking consonants and vowel sounds to see how well they play up against the other instruments. This is how I find the magic.
Example:
For a future release that we're now calling "Huddled Trouble," I wanted the words to appear as water... the beat felt like water and the snares echoed like bubbles. In order to capture that I wrote:
- Huddled trouble, in the bubble county, gives a subtle muscle to the hustle looking out for number one...
Meaning: there's a concentrated area of trouble arising in the town that creates a thick skin for those willing to look out for themselves.
Breakdown: using the U as a vowel sound, coupled with the double L's and B's created a round-like flow. That bubbly vibe I was going for was apparent. Lastly, I made to include water references throughout the verse.
Mugs:
I come from a bit of a different background… as a vocalist I got used to using as few words as possible, just like in poetry, because each word tends to get stretched onto the melody. Singing, especially classical singing, is pretty much all done on pure vowel sounds, just getting the consonants out of the way as quickly as possible (especially on high notes) to then holding the single vowel across several notes of the melody. Try singing Whitney Houston’s “And I will always love you” real quick to see what I mean... So over the years I trained myself to say a lot with as few words as possible. You can see this clearly in “Art of Chill”.
Eventually I developed an alternate style (or 2 or 3), more of the singy-rappy writing you see on “Scarburger”, which then further developed into what you hear on “Surface Patterns”. I’m extremely grateful for Pocket’s ear and mentorship while I delve deeper into this wordsmithery. Let’s be honest: I’ve wanted to try my hand at rapping for quite a while. And even though I didn’t start earlier due to many factors, I still listened to tons of Hip Hop, and so more and more words got into my writing and into my subconscious. And that’s the last thing I’ll say about that; what is in my subconscious, the collective music I’ve heard until now, is what guides my writing. It is how I decide, after listening to something I wrote, if I like it or not. I have developed a taste in music and I very much trust it. If I write something and listen back and think “this sounds cheesy”, I chuck that sh*t right away. Bye. The wells we pull from are limitless, so I try to pull out something interesting, but not over-complicate matters to prove my skill to myself or others. Simplify-
“ADVENTURES OF MUGS AND POCKETS” LYRICS:
“Scarburger”
Mugs:
Never afraid to be alone
My heart will never turn to stone
Too full of love, too full of pain
All that I know is that I’m free
There’s nothing you can do to me
My feelings fade, but I remain
I don’t know if it’s that I’m brave
Or maybe I just won’t behave
Or do I know something you don’t?
You can’t fool me, you can’t buy me
I don’t suggest that you should try me
I’ll always find another way
Hook:
But send all your love this way
I just might need it today
Send all your love to me
I need it more than I’ll say
I’ll be all right, I’ll be ok
I only need a couple days
To self-destruct when it turns gray
Recall the stakes that are at play
Rise from the ashes, learn from the crashes
Renew my faith, make sure I’m safe
So I can fall and do it all again, again
All of this art tears me apart
It’s how I cry, it’s how I pray
It’s how I die, it’s how I say
I cannot take another day
And when I needed you the most
You were too scared to get too close
Pockets:
In the name of art, two can be the same apart
Claims of a pain at heart
Ain’t a trained response, but a real one
Voice to the sane if you feel one.
Dreams take a toll on the thrill, huh?
Add loads to the deal…
We can be in love with the skill
And still have a hole in the shield.
Protection ain’t a goal, it’s a will
Fulfilled by the soul of your quill.
So, don’t write it off…
It’s a necessary element to better mend expression
When I feel like a veteran in need of a testament,
And evidence of owning up to negligence of killing it… I..
(Mugs: “need it more than I say”)
Church! I could use the same cause it hurts.
Giving out a piece of you is work.
For what it’s worth, if it’s you to serve,
Imma give you benefits of first.
“From the GO”
Pockets:
Welcome to the Chi City.
Windy cause of politics... Come vibe, gritty.
Luther had it wrong, we built a home outta house,
Now the house is a home of the tribe with me.
Respect due to hustle, crafts, and Alchemy- Transformative.
The normal give is less than.
We leveled up to share a heart..
From living off of fifty bucks and a mind full of flux to contest with.
Now the aim is infectious
Shooting for the stars got me aligned with a name I can flex with...
Shout it out!!! Yeah, Scarlet Monk on the beat, fulfilling the emcees.
Hidden gem from the ‘GO. Suggest you take heed.
The next move is free
‘Cuz we about to walk the planet humble with talent you never seen
Plus a gang of affiliates up in these streets.
Gramaphone raised Superkids on a Clark Street
Destined for the booth, in our scene.
We focused on the skill to beat the street Wars.
(We're) Neutrons... Hold the beef.
Want to eat, but artsy!
Non-stop is the move.
Paid dues, getting news from the block peeps
Telling us it's our season. Straight up, Joe.
Hold the phone to the ‘GO, tour the road,
Let em know... Two more beasts here to rock, even.
On the way, set the pace.
Bring the capes
‘Cuz we fly overnight with no regard to the flock sheeping.
We know the game.. study names and events,
Educate, entertain... Never hoed for the pimp.
Built a city twice, think they noticed our percent?
Contribution to the game? Chicago! We all in!
Now let me give a shout out to the trend...
Future drift caught, tally for the win.
We battled patience when waiting for placement,
Still facing days of training,
Yet the range has proven sacred celebration
For the change is made to aid the boost,
Paving grooves, making statements
Take the elevated route to later view the fruits of our labor..
Yes, it's where I wanna be.
Sacrifice everything for the space to be me.
See these G's. Enemies freeze in a cold sweat.
Southside, wild 100s kept us all in check.
This ain't a robbery. Hands up, nuff respect!
We grabbing props, though. Man up, cut the rest.
Alive and well.
Invested in tomorrows for the sake of knowing then
Only time will tell.
We got next on the rock showing real buck,
Screaming no cobs... still love.
N***** will bug.
Been saving this a minute for the thrill ‘cause
You want the best.
The fake funk kills buzz.
“Fathom”
Pockets:
I put all this on my muse, crew, all out few...
Dear you, don't ever touch another beat again.
I got dibs. You get this.
Thank you for bringing our tribe in unison, let's not part.
You see this? This that heart!
In a land of my own-
With the help of an on point sister, brother figure...
Let me just get it together, man.
Got a lot to talk about. Free this chakra now.
Levels topping!
I feel like I can't stop thinking ‘bout our crops,
The future harvest, beats and family, the life of artists.
They don't really make ‘em like us, for starters..
We need that lineage, meaning many kids,
Where the ceiling is non-existent,
But the quality has a business full of ill s***
They would never fathom, like...
Back to the Legacy...
Let ‘em see us hanging with the opportunity
Of educated, underrated, innovative, individuals.
We got a visual. Go with the pendulum? Nah, minimum.
Sending ‘em facts of the pack outchea,
Stacks of the wax that housed ears...
Doubt cheered when we overcame all the clouded fear.
Stamina for the panic buzz-
We have a circle of damagers... AMATEURS!!!
Ain't nobody over here mediocre.
Anybody can get it.
See me Oprah, eating okra, teaching chosen seeds of focus...
Big winning for the lead, we Totem (told ‘em).
Take a poll, we can't be demoted.
Hook:
I put all this on my muse, crew, all out few...
Dear you, don't ever touch another beat again.
I got dibs. You get this.
Thank you for bringing our tribe in unison, let's not part.
You see this? This that heart!
Too many roads to take for most.
I got one, since day one.
Call it my everything.
Every day is an upgrade,
From the beats to the home place.
No alone stage, no regret of my old days...
I was training for YOU!
They didn't see this coming.
Look, some even started running. Still, no loss...
It's just the cost of honesty when you kill your boss
And work for self like...
"I'm gon make YOU a star”
Work- We gon get it…
“Art Of Chill”
Mugs:
Master the Art of Chill
Let it be what it is
Breathe it all out until
It’s just memories
Simplify
And be who you are
Pockets:
There's nowhere to run when you should be enough.
I mean, the thoughts of independence gives you room
To think of much concerning-
Should I be this kind of character, or just remain the one?
I feel as if I'm trained to love behind the mask of change because...
If mystery can claim the wants without me giving up myself,
My range of risk would step aside,
At least that's what I thought until...
My inner cause became my art
And put my dreams of aim in park.
The role I play is just a man
Somehow they all can understand.
Some dare to take a chance again,
Revealing hints of tampering
With new improving hands of Zen.
Allowing self the land of then,
And now it's making sense
To trend amongst the fronts of measurement.
Some even reach a testament,
Seeking news and questioning
Authority and negligence,
Confessing up to being in your own way of excellence.
I'm guessing it's a new break.
The change don't fit the future me.
Acute taste of fame without the victory.
“FOF ft Gift Of Gab”
Gift Of Gab:
Venomous, unanimous, innovative, phenomenal,
Lyric creator all in your middle
Taking it farther.
Here to make it evolve and elevate,
But step in my way, it’ll make it a problem for ya!
I make bread!
Sit and wait in your parlor,
Mad at the world, fussing.
Your bitter nature is obvious
And don’t nobody owe you shit.
In case you forgot,
I go lyrically psycho-fucking-apeshit
And you just a follower.
Studied my shit, got gassed up,
And now you all on a self defeating ego trip,
But still you’re sweeter than Palmolive.
You’re a returning Shih Tzu and I am a Rottweiler.
Rottweiler that pops collars and mottes all in your stop
Hollering “This shit is Motte Colony.”
I am an atomic landmine underneath the cement
One wrong step and you’re gone in a flash.
Real quick, for poppin that slick shit,
You’re all on my dick, b****.
You’re small as a tick’s dick,
And you don’t wanna see me spazz!
MAP:
Stakes high
But not convinced of giving in
Pitching fits either..
Leisure peaks the interest of believers
Seeking pulmonary mobility,
Abilities in identity
It’s like it’s ten of me
Addressing feats of fury
But cool as we wanna be
Comforting stages cater sums of peace
To operate on concentrated minds
Stealing juice to eat..
The power trip is over
Coast the code of kosher
Most of all don’t know the ropes beyond the road
To hope and closure hold up…
Toast the trollers giving sight to polar opposites
The job in this can list some promises
In line with consequence
Imma just see the negative as positive
If I gotta give a lot to lead occupants of solace out of Sodom
No problem, we face tomorrow with a shot.
Scoping the distance under pressure
No guesses, everything is locked.
Chances are we keep on rising to the top.
It's placing Mugs in the space of deep pockets.
“Mean Muggin”
Pockets:
No comp for the Soho squad
Suit up. Pick a team named “Robocop”
Nope! Somebody got that, too
Pick another name- “Devil in the White City Crew”
Aight, let's merk these fools.
Tired of being ranked below the first aid nube
Do work on the camping lots
Tyrone, stop running in the cannon spots!
In the zone, we control the turf
Move as a force, yield off trolls who perp
Look at the kill cam, fam. They snipe and search
Despite the worst consequence,
I'm confident he won't win.
Got heart like a black dap
Rocket launch his ass right off the map
Now, can we get that "W"?
Talk trash if you want
You in trouble, too!
Hook:
Patience my people
Push lightly, but mighty
This next level's caking with campers and cannons
Withstanding their "still life" is key to our end game
Cheaters are lurking, It's bound to be in range
Mugs:
We came to annihilate didn’t you know?
But who’s gonna come and clean it up though
Nah, they ain’t ready but ahead we go
And they go down blow by blow - oh!
This is the result and your own damn fault
Now you know what happens when you slight the occult
Ready, steady, sharp machete
First can we remove all the innocent folk?
Incisions exact underlined by the fact
The facility’s stacked, now you armor is cracked
Can’t hack this ability
Track this utility,
You’re faced with nobility
Traced with agility
I know you’re scared but don’t lose your civility
We are a force for the good
…Yes, really.
“Be Mine”
Mugs:
You send a chill all up my spine
The way I feel- hard to define
But you were never mine
But you were never mine
It’s over, but I’ll never hate you
It’s over, I’m still glad I met you
It’s over, and I hope she treats you how I wanted to
I hope she deserves you
Pockets:
But she ain't you...
We can change a whole lot about us
But the tree got roots.
And still I feel- intrinsic to pendulum swings.
Open heart with a mess made of intimate dreams.
Working out the benefits of a vision of means
That draw lines back to you and I
Attempting to see past tomorrow,
Pain and sorrow, patience borrowed...
Placates of love just to taste the cargo.
Training for moments left when each is partial,
I'm giving you my all ‘cause you're worth the art shown.
Silver lining to the dark cloud.
I gave an ear to your body, tell me how that sounds.
A groove made of in-depth rounds.
Put our needs on the record,
We'll for sure break ground.
This that lick-
A permanent fit.
Tried it six million ways, wouldn't happen again.
So deserving of a natural wind...
Caught your drift in the time,
Been in flight ever since.
“Green Meadows ft. Abstract Rude and Chali 2na”
Mugs:
I’ll sway
Sweep the crumbs away
Cookie-cutter thoughts
Told me I was lost
But I’m good just where I am
I am
Pockets:
Propped up on a riverbank playing woodwinds to the east.
Attentive to the sentiment of reeling in the living will of chi...
The continuance of my discipline caters to the greats I want to see.
Ain't no frontin’ in my core, this is valued at a peak.
Still breaking ground, learning by the reach.
It's possible to lap around the thought of you when growth is there to keep.
Encouraging meditative states in tune with rebel speech, yet,
honoring logic's beef with emotion on the street.
Ability to rise proper ties to the yin in Dao.
Syndicates of vibes know the trials of the then and now.
Portals open wide, we replied with a grin and bow.
Power to the people was applied then it simmered down.
Hope... Lost in a bitter sound.
Yet the times won't oblige giving up the crown.
Appointed by a monk, bringing funk to the trips around sun, moon, and stars.
Here we are! Warn a rigid town.
Abstract Rude:
Top of a rock wall chanting down Babylon
All hail the Dogon star in West Africa
Travel on a path that we lost of ancient astronauts
Mali got Sirius A with two companions
When Digitaria and Sorghum is in the area
Some say you can feel the Oshun like Santeria
More vibes the merrier light up the nebula
It'll take fifty years before the cycle registers
Meanwhile on earth we pound the dirt cuz we outta work
Breanna we forgot ‘bout her justice when it does not occur
We bare the burden white kid murderer shot the church
They took him to Burger King, why we don't trust the officers
Not popular thoughts when thinking outside the box
Good writtens I'm transmitting for the violence to stop
Annakin Han Solo steppin in my dojo
Total Recall and you are what you do Quato
Chali 2na:
The Trajector-y of a vet protector
We infect your Chi and select your death door
I detect your fear, if you check
It tests pure
Hypodermic lectures inject the set cure
While you goons sit patiently,
waiting for swift victory,
I spit flame cadence
On your broomstick witchery
Assume shit differently
Doom fits perfectly
The room waits patiently
Temperatures heat mercury
Creatures they keep lurking
Behind a bleak curtain
Creepin’ ’til it hurts
Never mind ‘em, just keep working
Certainly picture me grindin’
I keep searchin’
Elite merchants
Here to defeat these weak serpents
I teach pertinent info
Pay attention to what certain events show
And shine with an intense glow
First responder in this thirsty genre
We do it from the earth and beyond
Dasvidaniya
“Big Win”
Pockets:
I'm afraid that people missing their calling,
Falling victim to pauses.
Some surfaces ain't worth the pattern of circling, or stalking.
My peers... Man, they gawking at the finish line,
Timid about the realest time to spend with self to win the wealth of willing minds.
The interesting effect is that we often seek a check
From people we don't respect enough to do the greatest work,
So the best of who we are is wasted in the search for compensation...
Appealing to the mental game of hope and stimulation.
Craving attention- distant image of the bigger pic.
Staging the limits between assistance and giving in.
No bother here, the task at hand is simply honor flow.
Respect your gift to lead the path of instant scholar roads.
Get a pen, take notes on situations you ponder most.
Let go of worry, doubt, and self intrusive comments yo.
Find out about the proof of killing codes,
“Genetic À la modes”,
Embedded in our free-thinking powered homes.
Hook:
I want that Big Win all my kin innocent
Free to go the distance, celebrating facts over fiction
All my foes struggle mode, what comes with better goals
We can own the soul of gold, don’t settle for your fold
Play your hand.
No confusion with learning to tap dance
For solutions involving movement in your center of mapped plans.
Decisions of who we are. Persistence will rule tomorrow.
Borrowed confidence from your common wit of news and sorrow...
Just strike a match to catch the flame assigned
To light the prime associates in line with time and time again
When building climbs to feel the fields of endless shine.
We got a right to rise beyond the stigma,
Negative winds of tenure.
Belly up, or tend to your gems and venture.
We swimming with indentured clones of loss and injured drifters.
Seeking a spot amongst the bridge of loans and debt forgivers.
Don't give it up when you invest in living.
Predecessors suggest a second opinion.
Heed the words of protective sentence intended.
‘Cause as long as we got a foot in, power gained is pushing.
Surface patterns are changed reflecting matters we took in.
Bridge:
In the light of a common ability, energy benefits a middle mark.
Sentimental scars on a kid with heart will invent an element of spark...
Even a little bit of a compromised spot to rise.
Pivotal points are punctuated and equated into fundamental bags of shine.
“Make Sense”
Mugs/Hook:
Falling for misinformation
Can you feel the dedication?
Stuttering and fluttering,
Shattering simulation after simulation
Simulation after simulation..
Pockets/Hook:
This is my function
What am I with a mind to decide
What am I to the mind
This is my
Pockets:
Currently stuck on repeat
Day in. Day out.
DATA builds to a peak,
Killing me.
Is it registering?
Someone's meddling with the tethering parts
Of my messaging heart.
Systematic start tore apart my art of living.
No more for giving, it's more/less
Forgetting...
Itching tendencies of malfunctioning.
I'm hungry for the sacrifice it takes
To give a catapult to truth.
Attentti..tive my witness is the
Battered toll of blues.
Searching for the yellow brick
I'm on a trip of clues
Tripping on a center piece of
Misdirected you.
Mirrored in the pessimism
Tested for the guess I'm living
Slipping on the rest of given steps
-Turned glue
Stuck for sixth time
What a sick time to be tricked
Time is a b****
I'm in abyss
“Surface Patterns”
Pockets:
I hope you're eating well,
Spending seasons growing, toasting leisure wealth.
I'm pretty sure the days you fight
Get known for showing easy hell...
Locked behind your private thoughts of sanity
And cheesy mail, like “You can do it”!
Who's to say you wanted out, choosing ruin.
Heard a lot of trauma, never knew about the PTSD.
Stepping out again is hard, I understand it's messy.
Don't want to add to pain.
I'm still wondering why I came..
To tell you face to face, ‘cuz a text won't do the same.
I'm feeling useless.
And I know you got a huge list of stuff you need,
But won't leave a clue until this feud lifts.
I get it.
Just hoping for a compromise.
Sincerely,
The soul of living confidants.
Hook:
Lighter Higher Nuanced Lotus Focus
Mugs:
Steady climbing down the well,
Where down feels like up and going back is a hard sell,
Ah hell..
It’s like a secret room in the house,
Sometimes the only one that feels like home.
Free to roam in my cognitive opulence
But you won’t make it past the electric fence
Thanks for coming by though.. why though?
Even if I wanted to I can’t crawl up this glass to open the door.
In the back of my brain it keeps replaying “what’s it all for”
I can’t carry up the alternate realities I readily store,
And still looking for more.
Adjusting the scope of my brain’s kaleidoscope
Secretly hoping one day something will break.
Maybe I can shake it all off, shed this skin,
And being anew, begin anew, begin..
Pockets:
I’ll be here for you when you need,
Not that you want me to.
I got so much love for you.
Hope today is a wonder full, prompt and abundant too.
Often we see the opposites.
Just tell me… I got a lot to give
Mugs:
Playing the highest of stakes
Fanning internal debates
Igniting fires so blue
Pursuing lonely mistakes
So tangled up in myself I don’t know what is true
I just can’t worry about your feelings too..
Pockets:
I understand… as much as I can,
At least… I do. And… damn.
You can say what you feel to get whatever out.
I’ll listen to doubt or reason with the intent of sound mind.
I know it’s hard, but there’s no need to tip toe.
I trust your moves enough to accept the appeals of it. So..
I hope it helps to be acknowledged as an equal.
In person, face to face…
Nice to meet you.
“80s Game”
Pockets:
Everybody won't "Merry Go Round" the town.
They tote the best smiles upside down,
And halt the hugs until a crisis comes.
Whichever bites the tongue
Will get a right to fight the power with a price of lungs
Screaming, "Oh No, Lord. We can't breathe!"
Sticking to a short leash,
We can't leave.
Medicated risk to a public peace.
Merry, go round one up for the team.
It's like we gotta believe pain is our King.
Order ain't organized,
just all sheep.
That's when they all asleep,
We get a pic of the pill that killed thrills
In the field of eager minds,
on their own leisure time.
Inclined to climb. No rhyme or reason.
I'm trying to season impact I have when it's flat,
but learning on a bell-shaped curve is mismatched.
Fix that and gimme a wish that wants to be a ride
or life-giver assist act with plans to get back.
Attracting this, that,
a third eye tie to a cry for rich bags of healthy risk.
I know you're pissed at the missed opportunity to find your gift.
Need a lift? I'm willing to give that...
Time after time with a pocket of gift raps.
Believing in a future where the journey is a map to your click.
The path is aboard all ships,
But who gon' drive?
You'll know when you see these signs.
“Panic”
Pockets:
I got a pocket full of woes I can deal with on the regular.
Situation’s frantic but don't ever halt development.
The pressure fits the ground, yet togetherness is evident...
Adventures of the map, running list of freedom's settlement.
Panic in the air... the rub is hard to duck.
Few can cope, feeling stuck between the deed and giving up.
‘Cause heroes ain't around and the truth is too new to trust.
Gambling becomes a crutch... tangible news is rough..
Mugs:
Chill the f*** out
Can you just chill the f*** out
Chill the f*** out
Can you please chill the f*** out
Chill the f*** out
Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye
Get that blood pressure down
Get that mind sound
Chill the f*** out
Calm down…
Calm the f*** down..
S***.
“Chimey”
Pockets:
Touching sky with lucid guides.
Either losing mind, or confusing truth with time
in a world that shows behind the scenes of who's in tune with signs.
I’m pointing straight ahead, but winding up beside the aim.
Some say it's “waking life"- right...
but feels more like a game.
Slow down before you go now...
Interest is intimate with this, yet needs the risk of showdowns.
Present the gist of flunk and it's a whole new lane to boat round.
Swimming towards assurance on your last leg is no lounge.
My "iffy coat" is passionate.
Quests become the questions prone to stagnate
Searching for solutions "token stack plate."
The art of living broke can choke the will of bloke to blackface...
But notice I'm a kin to trends, more human than the rat race.
You can take a toll from time alone
Sitting next to greatness thinking is this mine to own...
Slipping out of frame to show the blame, or find the zone to finish-
stepping into the future choosing shine to hold.
Hook:
They don't get to know my thoughts...
You can see me put in pieces what I meant for it to be, but...
They don't get to know my thoughts.
I gotta get over the hill that's legible.
Knowledge will come to the few that's credible.
Mugs:
Take a look inside
You might be surprised
At what the broken pieces made
How do you define
What was made to be unbound
Let it be ’til you see how it feels, where it flows
When the tide’s coming in, you will know what it knows
And decide where it goes
It tells you what it wants the most
“Chicago Love”
Pockets:
Chicago got me tripping on some... Love!
And she knows I can't deny the buzz.
Drinking up the flavor, plus, feasting on the sound of her relating
But patience is a factor.
Any time of day, interaction is just attractive, and it's... bugged.
Tapping into greatness is a passion.
Greeting her would be like meeting monks... at The Birdhouse, 1961.
Her style is phrased like the notes of Dinah Washington.
And what a difference a day makes, if we could do play dates.
It'd probably consist of digging in they crates,
Laughing at the world... jolly ranchers and pancakes.
Coffee in Seattle, but the vibe is of Downstate.
Ain't got no biz in Champaign
Yet 2 hours away could be the fit for loose change.
At any rate, I’m walking on Cloud Gate. I’ll meet you in the Loop.
Mugs:
Sounds great!
Pockets:
No frontin’
She could be my everything.
Love her like our city dreams.
Getting close is evident.
Represent by any means.
Linking up was easy cause it's written in DIVINCI Code.
But... I got a question. When we getting married, though?
Could even be at Buckingham. Al Bundy fairytale.
Tell the Burnham Brothers paint the Towers gold and bury sales.
The Root of this is progress.
Never made a love song produced by a goddess-
Keeping me on point, my career pays a homage.
Best Friends Forever. Windy City State's polished.
I'm aware of when I see goats.
Stared enough to see, so I spy bars of telling you I fiend those...
Horny samples.
The lics can lead to so much.
The art is free to translate with your touch.
Building with you is like a Crown Hall project.
We gon' see the light of day regardless.
Hook:
Chicago Love. See what it does?
Wear it on my sleeve like I'm feeling us.
You remind me of the ‘GO. Housing you fa’ sho...
Must be the cold, I feel I need to toast this..
Chicago love..
L train rides just to see the walls talk.
Visit Bucktown to dine at Le Bouchon.
Guest appearances for you and I
On the next Qwel and Maker album
Don't think I didn't notice.
Raw as f*** and beautiful, you winning all the show chips.
Had me at 773 area code diss.
Been a minute, but the ‘GO kept our imprints in print
To invent the unreleased sound of intent.
Introducing, the borderline couple of the century…
I just love to hear you say you're into me.
I got massages on deck, willingly.
Hugs and kisses, and hugs with intimacy.
Home bound, don't let me lose track.
You the type of woman I can't wait to…
Perfect timing for the verse to close
This love is enough to be continued on the road.
Labyrinthine by Scarlet Monk Lyrics
Intro
Come with me and tell me stories
Of the times when skies were blue
And along the road we’ll watch as leaves are falling
And we’ll know each season is a time to grow
Whisper
Long gone, but it lingers in my brain
Memories I no longer entertain
Passing thoughts, or somebody that I know
A familiar situation in my bones
Just a whisper, or a stain
Memories I no longer entertain
Long gone, but it lingers in my brain
Just a whisper, or a stain
Then someone asks:
Are you in love yet with this life?
Not quite,
But I keep on trying
All around it’s calling out and pulling in
I turned around and forgot just where I’ve been
But my body’s always taking mental notes
Through the eyes, through the ears and through the skin
Can’t stop it all from slowly creeping in
Can’t remember, what was it I just saw?
Moody Vibey
Did you ever see the crowd before me
Did you ever feel it getting stormy
Did you ever know what I would come with
It’s like a strength within the sky
When it’s about to rain
It’s part of me
And I am bout to
Let loose with the power of the rain
Let go,
The thunder’s in my brain and I
Have been holding my soul and it’s ready to go
Did you ever sense that I’m electrifying
Did you ever feel that I’m so close to dying
So that I can be born again in the rain
Let loose with the power of the rain
Let go,
The thunder’s in my brain and I
Have been holding my soul and it’s ready to go
Where do I go
Where do I go when I’m not here all the way?
Where do I dwell when I’m just a shell?
Where do I go when I’m not here all the way?
Where do I dwell when I’m just a shell?
Brain scrambled and shivering, refusing to go past the beginning
Where did I go, where?
Through the blank stare
Un-aware spaces feeding rat races setting rations blocking passions
An assassin of my making, faking hardship, get a hard grip
I clench my fists and grind my teeth a lot more these days, that's how I pray.
Full throttle wail at the sky
Then passively slide down rabbit holes, heading where no one knows
What to expect from her and why
I don’t know how I can be free when everyone’s looking at me
What is it that they want to see
Waiting for someone I can’t be
Sky Blue
Wondering, is this my time to finally come alive
I feel the change as I embrace the turning of the tide
Been a long time coming but I’m not going to rush
I trust that it’s already mine like what I see in my mind
Take time today to see the sky while it’s still gray
Cuz I know the blue’s about to be coming through
Kale Kalei
Every fallen destination a good reason for reflection
All the memories I’m stretching so they cover like protection
But they’re changing with the angle so I never get a handle on the way it was
And I’m just a kaleidoscope of shattered thoughts
Swam:
These times... can change a person
Add attention to the faintest purpose or version of you who never claimed it curtains, cussing out the sky- trying to work the most for certain, but attempts keep proving less than perfect testing human worth in
pivotal moments holding hope for floating on your learnings. Good riddens sermon. Few got the urge to cue the vermin... thoughts of discernment... no training day for ruling currents... washing away the pain in place to brave a fued with Serpents.
SSSSStop
You thinking when will it do so
Manifested opinions rushing up on your mood and soon though.. a lot are dominated by the pieces they got broken into.. as if they were stencils ripped apart, or torn from all the reuse... see through
You can lie the scope and see news
Direction proves the focus, outta sight in line to be true. When all is said and done reliance on self is evident... telling detriment to play the back I'm trying to reach the betterment
Myka 9:
the flower of the beloved with power others would covet no cowardice in the public to shower wisdom in nuggets
the child of happiness running wild and no trapping this cunning guile that adaptiveness underground what the caption is
all about
the collective yet hold your crown and protect it i wouldn't doubt your perspective a course somehow been corrected a turnabout
trust dreams might have newer meaning plus freeing brightness few are seeing
must bring in vibes that move agreeing made of things life adds to your being just knowing what was up is more than a cluster nut many challenges come at once so keep handling from the gut
your outlook and goals etc. now cook the competitors shook negatives getting booked on the regular
for example the obstacles come in kaleidoscope
different samples and scenarios that can divide yo folks having ample opportunity colliding would demote i stay focused on unity and
that kalei kalei hope
Time Slows
Many times many times many times I fall
Fall in love, fall apart, falling deeper than I ever did before
And I ask myself, how much lower can I even go?
And why is time moving so slow…
Clay
It’s like molding dried out clay
Mouth so full of what not to say
Heart so spent in every way
And replay
Pushing forward the insecure
Heavy bags holding magic cures
Spilling out into the bay
And replay
This day is
Like yesterday it’s…
What day is it now
Did you hear me calling
Stalling and crawling
It’s all been much more than I can take
And still I wake
Sweetly disengaging
Internally raging
It’s all quickly fading away
And still I wake
Black Sheep Song Lyrics:
Mugs:
Thinking as I’m drinking sometimes stalling when I’m falling grab a jacket and away I go
crying as I’m trying this is my fault no denying I’m the black sheep mama told me so
no she didn’t use those words but I see how much it hurts every time she looks into my eyes
still I gotta stay so true, keep on doin how I do , I’m always real and that you can’t deny
Somebody had once told me when I was feeling so lonely
Baby girl you gotta look for hope
So when you think you’re all but done look around, cuz you’re the one
who can climb up if you grab that rope, rope, rope, rope
up up up up
And back down I go
Not the once, not the two times, not the thrice, limes and lemons
Keep on trying, squeezing life,
’til the juice blinds my demons
A lot better than you thought I was,
you can never match me cuz
...ingredients are much sweeta now I got a margarita
Yeah I go around in circles but I’m steady at the core
Still I stumble and I fumble deeply rooted and the more
that I bend while I’m refusing to pretend, the more I’m choosing
to keep building my cathedrals hypnotized by the stained glass
had I only tried I’d be the head of every class
Thrive
Falling deeper each time
Or am I hanging by a thread?
Serendipitously inclined
I’ll go do what I want instead
Forgotten underneath the earth
I heard footsteps from above
I wonder what this is all worth
Is this the time I’ve had enough
Thrive
Crawling up the spine
Feel each vertebrae
Trailing up the stems
Blooming when I say
Thrive
Sweet, like cherries on top of the tree
Unlimited, unbound
Falling angels
I don’t even know which voice is mine
Is it the one that says “Get your shit together”
Or the one that wants to ignore it forever..?
So I don’t pay either one any mind.
Shiny broken pieces catching my eye
Held in place by the design of pattern recognition
Reflecting and projecting ’til it all comes to fruition
But it’s just superstition
Mesmerized by changing angles
Living in a kaleidoscope
Look at the falling angels
I guess they too got drunk on hope
Insatiated while observing the beautiful forms
More and more and more detached witnessing organized storms
Rocked to sleep and falling deep,
Creating a norm
Mesmerized by changing angles
Living in a kaleidoscope
Look at the falling angels
I guess they too got drunk on hope
Crevices
And your words still resonate
And my pulse still fluctuates
But what’s a heart that doesn’t ache
But your words still resonate
And my pulse still fluctuates
But what’s a heart that doesn’t ache
Empty echos I debate
Inspecting each crevice to see just what’s left
How much I held on to without even knowing
Hands spreading, indulging in textures and thrills
The fingers search readily, the eyelids keep falling
Intent on discovering the last of the crumbs
Wiping out wants and needs stuck on like gum
Eager to move and shivering to forget, shivering to forget
But your words still resonate
And my pulse still fluctuates
But what’s a heart that doesn’t ache
Empty echos I debate
Empty echos I debate
Swam:
Thinking of you
Appetite for risking the blues
The pulse is automatic,
What it whispers is huge
Catching moments of your opiate
The toll for this is loneliness
Followed by the note to self
Thelonious
Mapping out the bridge
to your Coast
If this can get across
I got a list to stay afloat
We thirst for the touch
Tickled by the temperamental burst
For some love... urge to endulge
Passion crawls the attic of the nerves I console. Desire with a tongue tied to words of a grown...
Sounding out the posture pieces painted by the opps of leaving trails to the overcrowded wounds left from hostile treatment.
I love you.
Ain't no other way to doctor feelings.
It's tugging at my role... check for docile ceilings. If time allows the space to decide... find me in the trace of your taste to oblige
Undeniable
When it’s fresh it washes over me and then I know
I’m where I’m supposed to be
When I see you I let go
When it’s new I forget about the many shades of blue
With regrets I never bother, they ain’t true
When I see you, I let go
Every time, I love like it’s the first time every time
I hurt like I’ve been stabbed a million times in the same spot
How is it that I just forgot and didn’t think to raise my guard
Why do I have to feel so hard and why don’t you?
So I let go
Moonlight
Single candle
Open window
Breeze on my skin
You ain’t here though
Bits and pieces I remember
So I let my mind just wonder
Til it takes me under
Gonna follow this train of thought
See where it goes
I feel like my body already knows
In the moonlight
In the moonlight you can find secret gardens of the mind
I hope I catch you there this time
The reflections of the light
Keep me searching through the night
Gonna follow this train of thought
See where it goes
I feel like my body already knows
Mmhmm
Touch my face like that again
Make me feel alive
Tell me how I make you feel
And let me fall apart
In your arms
Why can’t we just let it be
It’s so natural
I can hear you calling me
And I wanna go
To your arms
To you
I just wanna have you here
Cuz I need to know
Can we really go as high as I think we can go
In my mind
In my mind / In your arms
Outro
Fragrant stars subdue all fears
Slightly open mouth of wonder
Melancholy tribulations
Re-percussive frames unbroken
Flocks of flowers laying bare
Reaching fruitful pauses creased
Craving peace above all else
Never wanting more than this
JEL X MAP (Produced by JEL of Anticon) LYRICS:
Chokehold:
Pockets:
Peaking.. there comes a threshold with every deep end. Reeking of non-believers... static, emphatic.. repeating doubtfully in the act- hang it up to dry...
some be like, "true that, true that"
trending it a difficult pass among the crew dap
Whimsical sense of detecting that breath of fresh air and protecting the Consortium or Board of men and women giving feeling to ceilings.. capping out at shallow Vision inventions... We made it! Pursuit of a "March in place" type bond with changes.
No one's speaking for ours... oddity Oz
Gold rush to jobs, hints the poverty pause.. impart the laws we hustled in strong to play the opposition's gong, knowing this is all the worth of trouble faced when you're on. Relief isn't loaned... We're haunted with a stone grill clone... a thief of throwns... don't let words attack bones... or eat away at zones you know you wanna cross to grow... sick of giving costs to hosts that demonstrate your loss to economic hope...
This ground was made of wishes.. stimulating rounds of inching by... but hit your stride and best beware of pride detention tricking eyes... some dare to lift the gloom, doomed to bare the shift of whom would never open up to let you speak your mind to rent the rise
Mugs:
Floating in the music biz, just repeat and you’re a whiz, formulaic fill-a-quiz, it ain’t honest but what is?
Day in day out know the layout get the paycheck, always gray out
Something missing? Pretty simple, easy breezy, worth the payout
(A paint by numbers) Titian, roll of a dice nutrition,
crashing inner purpose like it’s fiction
Crack of a superstition, no more wishes
one two one two repetition one two three four
which part is your style and vision
(what’s the thing you live for?)
Fallen into mediocre fixed your face to keep up poker crafted follies for some jollies baited fate until you broke her
Washed-up intermediary branded off-white mercenary holding tight like tom to jerry (they say ready) you say very
The direction doesn’t matter life or money you say latter lost yourself in all the chatter need a hand and they all scatter
All alone worked to the bone still no evidence you’ve grown still no spine or gut you’ve shown not a thought to call your own
Hook (Mugs and Pockets):
Now the feelings..
Encroach towards the throat
You can choke or go for broke..
Some would hope you barely cope
Pick it up... brush it off, what's the flavor known to all... timid, proud, or bitter cause
Give it minutes til it dawns... WHAT??
FEELINGS...
Pockets:
So there's a basic dilemma tentative symbol of pinning em up abroad and willing em away... trading greatness for hazing brave ones or creatives in their stages of relating fate to aiming... watch what you target, part with barking up the wrong apartment,
to the cause of sparking cons against your vox and market
T-toxic.. along with the boxes set up for content. Your angle's conflict can be a convict towards acute disputes... basically, it's too obtuse.. mute to troops who choose the suit
of ruin over tuned recruits
Fill em in a minimum opp
to hop to drops and cues...
who stopped the news
better rekindle it
little bits could shock the groove
See there's lots to prove, but few go the distance through the details
Tedious Epic pre trails
Some get defeated by the plea of agreements... seeking approval reading into greetings like it's needed for the feel evoked stepping out your comfort zone...
Gimme time and trust the loan
Nudge:
Pockets:
The eyes behind the blind act of giving gave a counter view to living on the edge when confronted with a will to go ahead and embody the artificial you instead... some would flee out unannounced and trace the path to punishment and paranoia.. medicated on multiple threads of said epiphanies... like.. witnessing the christening of a warrior... bad to the plausible shot of horror, but the scene is
tame... at least for now, the spirit found a muse to speak of gains!!!
Sight beyond the ceiling of your credited acclaim is detrimental grounds of balance when you step into the frame.
A wish to be the author of the lane you chose is often traded up for fluent sauce and caution roots of ruined names...
but no one seems to get it, penicillin for the wicked... we just turn into the limits of our reach and call it driven! Playing chicken with the lics of time telling you to listen... crossing out the road as if to never face a difference...
Mugs:
Nudge away what's slowly breaking you
Push on through to what you came to do
Pockets:
Sacrificing principals, flipped abroad and ridiculed.. soon to come is outbreak.. at least that's what the feelings do...
they'll be divets enough to change a course, in fact. Complacency contorted that, direction can't afford the MAP
Mugs:
Nudge away what's slowly breaking you
Push on through to what you came to do
Take a stake, ruminate, big steps there to take,
Hold still, stay awake, ’til you feel the earth quake
Hand break-
What’s that sound, turn around, ear to the ground
……………….
Countless voices selling choices
Prophesizing baffling noises
And their bank account rejoices
Nudge away what's slowly breaking you
Push on through to what you came to do
Last Straw:
Mugs:
Aesthetically pleasing pleasantries exchanged on the daily won’t bait me or entice
But they may shake me out of being nice; Think twice
I may be made out of eggshells but I grew a new one each time to add on top, now the layers don’t stop
So even on the days I feel I’m in shambles I’m not too scared to drop into the hurricane
Paragliding, got my own lane
Ruffling feathers as I coast, all consumed like fine dining with a Summer’s breeze
Letting go of expectations so skip them please
I’m still searching through the labyrinths scraping knees
And unearthing reasons why I don’t aim to please, or lead, or prove
What you do will all of this is just .. up to you.
Pockets:
Yo!
One way in, one way out.
Welcome to the thought of being you forever, tempered in the pen you kept within the sketch. Treasured piece of
how to travel deep beneath the loud mouth and sound cloud - domain of browse now. Portals of my wise locate the obstinant.
If they don't move, I'm pushing thoughts of guilty confidence. Watch this!
I reflect the test I stress or entertain
at best, but just beware I'm not compared, nor am I scared to give you
round for round of questions
that can see through any tear in vision - vocal fits designed to fix the problematic catalyst in here..
let's be clear!!
Mugs:
Oh I guess it's time to test assumptions you possess until my presence pressed your view and now you protest but ain't it true? At least don't lie to you
Oh I guess it's time to test assumptions you possess until my presence pressed your view and now you protest the symphony I weaved intentionally and the common thread is ramshackle humanity holding on for dear life forgetting to wonder why we try and try to shove spokes into wheels breaking the will to live, what a vicious circular locomotive, illusion so emotive it caught us in its web so that now if we crave friendly human touch we just have to beg.
I choose not to partake, thank you. Uhmm.. Good luck though.
Square Up:
Mugs and Pockets:
We've been working at the shell of development... pushing tensions adrift to course, in our rental force..
so to own the pathways of giving more just above the cache of vision boards...
Wear these hats of our now
We lap pace in all crowds
Relay taste without trials
Pre-date sound they call hip
when they Play these Styles
Pockets:
On it
We operate from ground level destined to wrestle
with settled components of the norm and mediocre folk...
or token feeds of vocal coaches
choking on their spoken hope of victory
- similar business in pretending,
or fixing history, jammed.
Review the hats again as we revolve
around the plans
Mugs:
Fallen prey under our noses
Cut the stems of million roses
Smell the stench as it exposes
The reality it poses
Guess we chose this
Closing eyes to what was there
Let em all through without paying fare if they just played the part,
That wasn’t smart
acting is part of this art
Laying bare with fresh necks
Sat down drinks on DJs’ decks
Didn’t mind the grim reaper
Long as he kept signing checks
Did the barest minimum
And now you looking for the fruit
If you were gonna be so square
Should’ve just put on a suit
Pockets:
Does it fit? Will it mix with other views of wit? Common knowledge pales a bit
in comparison to this dish
Mugs:
The sophistication of your pallet
Will allow to cast the ballot
And if everyone’s a GOAT
Tell me how you’re gonna vote
Mugs and Pockets:
For your next equivalent...
fishing for difference in the whole of controlled totems
where polar opposites are hot topics for gossip
but not the blossom of popular optimal
self promise and gain
(Oh yeah, we can do that, that, and that too)
We cycle hats to make the fit... Rank is not appropriate
You Scared Yet? Halloween EP Lyrics:
Highly influenced by this celebratory behavior hooked on phonics
Kid-like expressions inspired by these aural impressions like deep-voiced confessions
Eagle-eye view professionals, this is how the suspenseful story goes
it’s got you wanting to try this, buy this, concepts the flyest, bidders the highest
(but careful)
This funhouse can you get you real dizzy though
false mirrors got you looking pitiful
the glass that’s now broken repressed the unspoken memory lapses
the circus collapses, the trap door invites us
to revel in deep dark waters, to visit the squatters
they all have stories to tell, grinning while pulling apart your shiny broken shell
Pockets:
Step right up
Look imbalance in its straight face
Catering to no one other than the subject matter standing right before its playmate.
Venture full of nay say... welcome to the jungle bank and stock you fill with nothing but a pot of filtered water and a name plate... see the change right before your kind eyes search for another worth perched on the learning curve of easier said than done... these reflects can tell a reject to respect or bounce... light into the dome of your house... better be ready for the ghost in there now. This ain't a simple account.. cost credit on the leverage of your growing amount. Huh!!! Try not to be surprised, adjusting eagle eyes to view distortion of the contortionist fit... exit to the left.. stay tuned for this
Self Jupiter:
You may enter the dark emperor entrance intrigue
cruel unusual punishment reprieve
running
Soul Bludgeoning ker·fuf·le
Enlightened room cocoon
Growth spurt
For the most part I’m lonely and loathing playing Mozart
In a nut shell
ushering you all in to an undescribed location full discretion
Hollywood heart shuffle
A Molly whop special
normally preserved with Dr Destruction so lay low
miles of
unadulterated fun with therapeutic play-doh
Jive talk mixed with some wiggle room is preggo
a shameful day glow
after noon
Bark at the moon
You can smell the scent of doom
Mugs and Pockets
Sci ARC couple
The black hole is really dark purple crop circle
Not Safe:
Mugs:
Safe, do I ever feel safe
When I’m the one tripping my every step
Safe, do I ever feel safe
When I’m the one tripping my every step
It was never my intention..
I don’t know how we got here
I mean, it was never my intention
I’m not sure how we got here
How is this my fault
Busy trying to dig up myself daily
But what if I just stopped burying myself alive
Busy trying to dig up myself daily
But what if I..
But what if I just..
Drip by drop in a cup auto-pilo-ting thought
Sip the aid sitting kool sotto voce,
don’t get caught, seeking treasure many saught
Paid and bought bigger boat can it float if you don’t harbor hope
Note by note
LALALA:
Pockets:
Every fall they would fill the neighborhood with masked thieves, stealing face and nights of unease without a bit of grief to some.. Robert Louis Stevenson fans who dove in deep to run... all throughout the season wreaking havoc asking treats to bum. Til one day, past interaction caused a sickness to bare.. as if to share the corpsing feeling of stares... No one answered doors anymore, nor waited for the kids to flock... the block became a ghost to cope with conflict and riddled cops. I watched... expectations turn to patience, then unsettled... anger grew as its replacement.. devils had abundantly been born when ignored the attention they would scream to hoard fiending more.
Hook (Mugs and Pockets):
Trick or treat tell my street
Give me something good to eat
We want each and every flaw to meet your favorite cause....
feasting on the basic laws of reaping what was sewn for all
Pockets:
Ever since... the chant begins the mind of punishment.. and represents the guilty vibe of struggle trends. Nowadays folks keep to themselves locked in solitude... Can't face the mirrored pressure of the world against their hollow mood... the follow up is a grueling tale and every year just adds a foolish sail to the sinking ship of fails.. the wounds they heal slow, obnoxiously... a new type of toxic greed accompanied by autumn leaves
Parlor Tricks ft. Acey Wasuto:
Mugs:
What are you so afraid of? Failure or success?
Pockets:
Fast.... down the rabbit hole of channels to discover rush... extended hats off to the juxtaposed cust--omers... trying to keep the pace of their enjoyment and flux of yearn in place to earn a slow burn of the first time spectacle... let's see how much less the rest has learned. It's a twisted tale of worthiness mixed into the cost of giving up your individual imprint, identity with intent... countless ways to cater to the tormented invention of an "on command magician." Need I detail... this one? The gory site of listening... they don't want a reason for the Monster... just witness, the tension is business, ascension in vision, and somehow related to enrichment while gifting a series of gimmicks for attention... Boo!!! Dimensions of yourself are now lost in the loop.
Mugs:
And all they want are the parlor tricks
And that’s something that we’re here to fix
All they want are the parlor tricks
That’s something we’re about to fix
Acey Wasuto:
I won't lie
Idle I do not feel my
Hands
Closer closer
Like the devil got a got a hand on my hand on my hand
Hand me over Hannibal minded minding my business until you're
Food for thought
Minding my business till your mind is my business
Food for thought
Census solved
Chianti Fava Beans Liver
Ahh
Mugs:
Fresh water pearl in a lobster claw
Can you even digest what we cooked for ya’ll?
Pockets:
Total deva...
station in and out of my findings
When importance harbors on the coattails of your critic
And dependent on the image even if you know the cynics.. only then the game is trained to force your hand to bow to business... ha ha.. laugh a little bit to go the distance.. fumes..
running out of gas is a natural pastime for these tunes, but don't you dare take it as a reason to shoo..
Away from your levels intermittent with current news. Crazed looks gather in unison to prove that we ain't scared to be alone in thought, just give us the entertainment we sought to be the norm in art. Depending on who really bought into the frame work of our cause... because these people need a guide with a heart..
I guess it starts in a good place but ends with a car chase, tired of spinning wheels gets you fishing for bait... then you wait, and you wait, and wait... til you can't take it anymore.. it's torture...
Majority rules the quarters. Before you know it... half of you is really on the borderline of bailing on your tortoise... too slow... some are even willing to play the game beyond the penalty of dealing with menacing minutes of humility kindling a fire burning the regal parts of their history and legal craft... reversing the deed of our math.
Basically we seek pacing ease to give face to these wills to place our skills on top without having to drop props or stop rocking like we all scared of our shot
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