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Broken Glass
03:26
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Ima break it open, take off the mask
Got some Rhymes to say and a beat to blast
Broken glass everywhere, I’m standing bloody and drunk with a menacing stare, fully flared
And you can’t pull me back, you can't step to mines
Once I’m on the warpath, come to crash
Unspeak scoop me up, make a dash
Burn out and just laugh.
Broken glass everywhere
Yeah, I’m pissing in the streets and I just don’t care
x2
I can’t stand this noise, and fuck this heat
I can stumble through alleys, just as good as I creep
Crushing, Cold fucking it up
Life can be a bitch but she ain’t no (what)
She can give you things if you put in work
But you can't get there all high and beserk
Oh she can flirt with success and disaster
It all just matters how you grab her by the horns and what your after
Chorus
So let me stunt, give me a mic
Light up that junt, let me get it alright
Take flight, the goal locked in my sights
I’m a wreck this shop, and at the end slam the mic
Seeing white, smashing glass in the night
Flashing lights and sirens and cops with mag lights
And that’s right
Chorus
If you need some strength you can have some of mine, I know this road seems rugged, rough and covered in grime. x2
Don’t give up, never comply, and if you need some strength you can have some of mine x2
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2. |
Sprained My Chakra
01:53
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Sprained my Chakra, car full of happy meal bags
Driving through a tunnel of trees planted by my dad
Spinning Mary Mary looking clean and let’s strike
A Lighting bolt to the brain, heartbeat starts to spike
I’m slanted, faded cruising in the whip
Tryna scheme with the team on the Cold Rhymes tip
Taking sips from the most froze cup
Relax spinning tracks and call Unspeak up
Meditating with the chaos, coming down all around me
I can visualize and see, how it’s all supposed to be
Down in the oil, deep in the muck
We’re in these strange lit caves
Trying our our luck
Only thing holding me up's this old mic stand
I can win going in, and I got the plan
I can say these lines, I can cut and mix
I can hold this track, right click and split
Straight control the crowd, while I’m ripping some loud
I can stomp, I can chomp the top lip off your mouth
With these broken teeth, I need to fix mines
Don’t even speak when I come to get live
I can go in raw and also play the wall, but I try not to do it coming back to crawl
I can chug this fifth, I know I probably shouldn’t
I can Kung fu kick but I probably couldn’t
On a spirit quest, out with the best
I’m gonna get this shit right off my chest, a yes yes.
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3. |
Black Mop Water
03:10
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When we make moves, you gotta run quick
We don’t give you a chance, kamikazi'n shit
Won’t quit, flip tripping the switch, we got the boys in town, throwing goons in a pit
Chorus
Black mop water, clean cups, get the keys,
Lock it up, we can go in, or we can stay stuck,
Hit the stage hard, then we straight duck. x2
Dive, dip and let’s dash, we gotta cold rock these mics to get our hands on the cash
Dunny smash, it’s spring break robbing chicken shacks, I’m back on my shit and seeing eye don’t bat a lash
Let’s grab these keys, let’s hit this road
Got the whip full equipped, a packed case load
A dozen spots and stops ahead on the map, gotta get these coffees for my mind that’s zapped.
Chorus x2
Step into a circle of knuckleheads, they’re chuckling, go in on these riffs, y’all are choking up and buckling, a heckler in the crowd,
Just a tolerated presence, y’all forgot that I’m the eye on the mic with the essence
I can hold my own, I don’t need to prove nothing, fuck what ya think,
Speak N Eye straight stunting
We ain’t bunting the ball,
Fucking knock it out the park
Rap round rock and roll these heads after dark
Chorus x4
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I've got the whole squad, in the back of my car
We've got our thumb drive, and our xlr's
They say early is on time, so I'm pushing my ride
On I-40, doing 90 in a 65
Trying to do show with the bro's Speak N Eye
So we can all rock rock and help you catch the vibe
You know that the quest couldn't best the tribe
Any mic any night we're the best alive
I'm not rushing for clout or a check, you bout it bout it but I doubt you respect
The road thrashers hopping cities straight killing these sets,
30 mins left, don't hold your breath, NOS in my right, steering wheel in my left
Chasing the horizon, sweat all down my neck, sliding in and out of lanes, I'll try not to wreck
Got to the venue, by the skin of our teeth, we were rushing for nothing we were the first on the scene *Well, Damn*
Set it off, I bet you heard that before
I can pop this lock at the Cold Rhymes store
Crimes galore go down, I stood back and said nothing
The mans went in, full blast and started something
Start bussing, but don’t hurt no one
We’re here to shut it down, we ain’t got no guns
Outta sight son, hit the leg sweep Eddie Gordo
Knock em on their asses, push the pedal to the floor though
Keep your cool, we got some hours to ride,
some miles in stride, I’m wide awake in the hive
Burning rubber on this freeway thinking
Relax, ease, slack, sit back, and start thinking
Chakra weakened, I meditate on the drive, Stare out into an open road both dead and alive
It’s what’s inside that counts, that keeps me going, and I thrive
To get out and burn the road up, one more time
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5. |
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{EMCEEIN' EYE}
Back it up, mic check, yo, give me some room
I gotta whole new thing I wanna show you goons
Best to step light, if you don’t wanna get wrecked
Ceein eye breaking sweat, on the set, better bet
Yes yes, I know I sound correct.
But it’s a crime these days, if you wanna cast the net
If you speak up your fucked, use a mic go to prison
Guess you caught me slipping, running wild and tripping
Challenge all the kids to a battle in the square with a solid rock style and it’s hard to compare
Truth or dare, dare
Say bomb on the mic
For no good reason, gotta fight for your right
They take the cake, we make off with the crumbs
I'ma never stop swinging on you goddamn chumps cause...
{PT BURNEM}
Unconventional sentiment if the moods right
Leave them searching for clues out in the moonlight
We go to work out in the hills and keep it elevated
Authoritarian regimes do not get celebrated
We do not need your agents coming to the show tonight
The captain really ain’t got nothing to say about the overwhelming danger that is headed this way
no time for information told the people to pray
He’s busy working out a method for himself to escape
They tell you Life’s a game while we are steady running out of options
How many y’all’s playing how many’s just watching
How many waiting for the show to begin
That math is unbelievable got to do it again
{ialive}
I’d take that bullshit elsewhere if i was you
Or the bookhouse boy’s gonna body you
If you aint heard yet, i wouldn't bother dude
Cause we're making more noise than sonic youth
Brett F hit the deck on the X.L.
The mens flex and sms and txt swell
They like the way the kid rap cause he dress well
Flowers on my shirt and in the barrel of your nextel
Peace patch on a military jacket
Please pass the auxiliary jack kids
Cause ain’t nobody like your picks
& I got four bald tires on an icy bridge
That’s a metaphor
For why I’m headed north
And in the grand scheme, i got no need to settle scores
Eating petit fours, dizzy from attack drones
And when the world end we’ll still get busy over saxophones
{HEIGHT KEECH}
Night time is the right time, to spark a sound
Clocked in, not a soul around
True hearts never come unwound
Being holed up home, on the sacred ground
We move as a team, never move alone
We heard the words coming out the cone
It's time to rise, we can vaporize, any cartoon mummy in a tomb in stone
Since Kurt Schmoke was in charge of the B
I've been having routines for the people to see
Nothing stops the train, through the acid rain
In my buffalo stance, stone free
Ricky Creme calls this one Chivas Regal
And now I came back to enact the sequel
The future's vast, but the past is past
Don't use a mic, that should be illegal
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6. |
Dinnerlude
01:01
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I’m up late sneaking on a snack
Honey, peanut butter and bananas on the stack
In between, two pieces wheat bread to make that mother slap
Hoping no one catches me, I’m on a water fast
Sometimes you gotta treat yourself, Just can’t sleep
Rolling, tossing, turning, tangling up the sweaty sheets
Ima creep outside to get a smoke, and take a leak
it was so froze, your piss would freeze before it hit the street
So where’s this story going? I just don’t know.
I like to eat as you can see, in the refrigerator glow
Ahh fuck, I gotta wash a dirty spoon.
Cause I didn’t do dishes like I’m supposed to in the afternoon.
Eat this sandwich while I talk and spit
I can hold up the counter with a firm like grip.
Take over the kitchen, y’all I’d like to mention.
This a food lover's rhyme for those that like to listen
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7. |
Walkin' Tall
01:00
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Let me spark it, make it ripple like a waterbed
Stroke it all night, feeling broken and dead
Hit a lick, now clap, and put something on it
My rhymes reign atomic, supersonic who’s on it?
You know you want it, don’t think about it and stall
Put Height on the beat, peel the paint off the walls
Walkin Tall
From the spring to the fall, we keep cats on our laps and they crap in the hall
Ima bust ass, and even gonna kiss it
Sometimes ya gotta get in between the legs of life and straight lick it
North Carolina come on and raise up
Take your shirt off
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8. |
Make It Stop
00:57
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Children drinking water in a cell out the toilet
Mothers passing notes through a hole in a fence
People starving living on top of each other
How can this morally make sense?
There’s a bunch a monsters at the bottom
There’s a mess of demons at the top
If I squint yo I think I could hit 'em
With a slingshot and a rock
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
I can’t watch. x3
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9. |
Ice Cold
01:37
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Skating out with the street lights
Ima hit this curb, gonna bang this beat right
Wait for it, I can come close
Gonna come real tight, squeeze right through the bozos
Mic ready in the backpack
Got chords and a mix, full blast with a half stack
I can hit it if your all through, pass it all down
Ima say it how I’m suppose to
We can see right through you, x ray specs in the deck, you can never come close to
Cold rhymes now your minds blue
Like a harsh wind, cut you on down to a raw root
Route, nah here to shut it down
We can beat these drums to a pulp on the mount
We can see these dreams straight drown in the sound
We can see these seeds planted deep in the ground and sprout
Straight hit to miss, gonna sail this ship
Even when my whip gets fried and quits
Jet to the gate, but I can’t escape
Scrape, scrape the plates
Check mate
Life’s had me beat, but I still drink water dip my toe in the street
(Ice Cold, dead motor, no phone, I felt so bad)
Hit a patch of black ice
I pissed my pants and I sat up real right
Now we’re down in a steep ditch
Somewhere in Chapel Hill in the stink pits
Stench bog, hog shit in the fog
In the air, freezing in the dark I’m scared
Skateboard to the next exit, no phone all alone, to send a message come get us
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10. |
Work Ain't Done
01:43
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The leaves are rustling, cicadas buzzing
The key turned in the lock
Coming in from a late night shift in the dish pit
All day staring at the clock
Now that I’m home, the work ain’t done
First I peel off my socks
Jump in the shower, wash the dirt off my skin
Soon I’ll be racing down the block
To rock these heads to bed, and gain some cred, and put some worth into my stock
Crowds come and go, year in and year out, amazed at the way we jock
It’s a hit or miss, if they gave a shit
If it was in one ear and out
I’m not here for clout, just here to put it down
So feet don’t fail me now, come on, come on
Feet don’t fail me now
Feet don’t fail me now, the best is yet to come, and babe, won’t that be fine?
And I’m headed to the city to get live as what.
All my stuff stuffed, in a Ryder truck.
Headed to the city to get live as fuck.
All my stuff stuffed in a Ryder truck, headed to the city to get live as what?
All my stuff, stuffed in a Ryder truck, and we’re headed to the city to get live
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11. |
Don't Fade
02:51
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I got sunshine. On a cloudy day
So don’t fade
We were made for this
We were handed this mess
Made for this
We were made for this
We were handed this mess
Made for this
We can do it, to it, if we stay strong in our hearts
Keep sharp in our minds, and throw a wind to these sparks
I know it ain’t easy to hold your breath when shit stinks
I believe we can all make it stay connected like links
They say the world is much smaller, than we imagine and think
I'm thankful for heads, who got my back when I’m weak
When I fail, fall off the horse, and tumble down to that creek.
When she’s throwing shit off the porch and my guitars in the street
When your crying just know, when your hurt way down deep
That your not alone, we stick with you through the heat
Through friction and fire, I get down on my knees
And pray that you’ll hear me and find the things that you seek
We were made for this
We were handed this mess
Made for this
We were made for this
We were handed this mess
Made for this
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Emceein' Eye Winston Salem, North Carolina
Emceein' Eye and Unspeakable (Speak N Eye) are a brother rap / punk duo from Winston-Salem, NC.
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