Heavy Hitters

05/17/2024 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Heavy Hitters” is my 77th official release and my 119th track published. This 3-track EP features KRS-One, Gucci Mane, and Snoop Dogg. This is hardcore rap with an intellectual vibe. The Snoop feature was supposed to be on the Westside Connection album but I had such a hard time uploading these to my distributor, so this is how it turned out.  The beats and features are all from Anno Domini. The entire project was produced by Keyano and the cover art is by Gigzlogo from Fiverr.

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Lyrics

Real Hip-Hop

I wanna leave this place

I can't believe this place

My father, he's a waste

My mother, she's on base

My brother, he caught him a case

My sister, got cut in her face

My auntie, she's a disgrace

My cousins, the paper they chase

No love and just hate

Two hour hospital waits

Even when you vomit and shake

It's gotta be fake

Man, the cops clock us

Like them things on our wrist

I'm supposed to live like this?

It's getting thick

I'm thinking about taking a trip

Where?

Anywhere but here

Prison, army, anywhere but there

I want some new shoes to wear

I wanna walk past all these cats

Asking what you doing here

You know what I'm doing here

I'm taking my last look at what

I don't ever ever wanna become

Yeah

On the block everyday I fuss

Guns Bust

I need to hop that greyhound bus

Cause when everyone you say you trust

Turns on you

You know what to do

Me and Krs one got it locked for sho 

All that other fake frontin shit gots to go

I don’t give a care if they think your hot

You ain’t real, you ain’t hip hop

I said

Me and Krs one got it locked for sho 

All that other fake frontin shit gots to go

I don’t give a care if they think your hot

You ain’t real, you ain’t hip hop

I feel like Lil Dirk, singing all my life

Ain’t nothing been promised but the thought I might die

If you feel that way, I’m here to help you find

Yourself and how to have clarity of mind

Cops are beating the needy

Killing and bigotry 

Now it’s a tragedy 

For it to happen in the city

It used to be just blacks

Now it’s the entire middle class

Where housing is in crisis

Healthcare is a life sentence

Of debt like tuition

For college for your children

I’m here for the people

You gots to listen

Tell me it’s not the system

When the money’s been given

To the richest while blaming

The poor for the way it went

And I know I’ll make it

Cuz I won’t give up

They gon live with what they did to us

The people, we ain’t gonna stand for lies

We stand for rights

We just wanna live before we die

Me and Krs one got it locked for sho 

All that other fake frontin shit gots to go

I don’t give a care if they think your hot

You ain’t real, you ain’t hip hop

Me and Krs one got it locked for sho 

All that other fake frontin shit gots to go

I don’t give a care if they think your hot

You ain’t real, you ain’t hip hop

No one will save you, look within

Pray to the sun and the earth to bring your wish

If you need a god, look to yourself

Command your environment, use science to help

I’ll tell you what they don’t teach in school

And all the learning you need to do

You need three things to think for you

First the scientific method will lead you to the truth

Second, learn how to tectonically troubleshoot

It’s important to develop skills with tools

And the third is learning to run a business good

Capitalism creates scarcity though there’s abundance if you look

So this for the wealthy who been robbing the soil 

From housing to the chemicals being forever deployed 

Your creating a world that will hate your voice

And make you pay for your selfish choice

Whatcha gonna do when they're not proud of where they came from?

Whatcha gonna do when they make you pay for the pollution?

What you gonna do when they take away your agency?

What you gonna do when they make you pay for all your greed?

Use tort law, make restitutions

Rightly view you as a nuisance 

Take your property 

And make it an annuity

That changes to sustainably

Paying for our pertinent needs

Me and Krs one got it locked for sho 

All that other fake frontin shit gots to go

I don’t give a care if they think your hot

You ain’t real, you ain’t hip hop

Me and Krs one got it locked for sho 

All that other fake frontin shit gots to go

I don’t give a care if they think your hot

You ain’t real, you ain’t hip hop

Get That Bag

Full of bad bitches, y'all niggas and G's

My enemies be on my dick, they look like groupies to me

My bad, that's your girlfriend, then why she leaving with me?

We ain't dated but a week but still she gave me a key (gave me a key)

I seen your homeboy picture, man, a gram of the three

I told him count them bands up, I gotta sell me a key (sell me a key)

And even though you see me MTV Jam of the Week

I got the stupidest rich game a nigga ever done seen

I got the kangaroo money, 'bout to jump off my jeans

I call a hundred thousand dollars, I was just in my timbs

NBA money, nigga, this just one of my rings

You say your nigga gettin' money, that ain't no money to me

Make them stacks

Break down them racks

Make  your money back, Do the math,

Invest in rap, get paid ASCAP 

Invest in that, and get that bag

Make them stacks

Break down them racks

Make your money back, Do the math,

Invest in rap, get paid ASCAP 

Invest in that, and get that bag

Don’t want nothing but cash

And a pound of the gas

Those diamonds and hash

Moon rocks and green crack

If it ain’t THC, then it ain’t for me

We gonna put um out of business

With these dispensaries 

Drugs lords can’t compete

When their profits aren’t as steep

Take away their motivation see

Cuz money is their agency

They’d rather use the rico laws

On these fellas try’na make it large

We could regulate instead of charge

With crimes for just playin the part

Of what not allow America stupid

Or we’d legalize the lucrative

Tax and how they move it 

That would bring down the deposit

And stop the money from profits

Cuz criminals won’t be stopped with 

Prohibition economics

Dope boy would be nonviolent

If he could protect what he’s got with

A phone to call the cops with

But disenfranchised the process

So Make them stacks

Break down them racks

Make your money back, do the math,

Invest in rap, get paid ASCAP 

Invest in that, and get that bag

We don’t want no snitches no

We don't want no bitch’n no

We just wanna push some dope

So we look’n for dem real ones yo

We don’t want no snitches no

We don't want no bitch’n no

We just wanna push some dope

So we look’n for dem real ones yo

So Make them stacks

Break down them racks

Make your money back, do the math,

Invest in rap, get paid ASCAP 

Invest in that, and get that bag

Make them stacks

Break down them racks

Make your money back, do the math,

Invest in rap, get paid ASCAP 

Invest in that, and get that bag

Snoop feature - what chu want

Have you ever heard the theory that the planets

 and stars are conscious due to their magnetism?

I’m talking bout how the Earth is a cosmic spaceship propelled by the sun 

And communicates with telepathic randonauting and points of realization

You know what never mind 

What you talkin' 'bout dawg?

What you mean, lil' homie?

Play the post when you ball

All these niggas up on me

How you keep that baby face, and how you keep it so fresh?

And how you keep it look like a beacon, wish I was like that fresh

Hard times, flat lines

Stay in my lane, you see

Boxed in, but I boxed out

Niggas don't wanna box with me

Don't billy coze, don't break the rules, just stay true to this shit

Stay bopin', dopin', with the top open and the cool nuts from the city Oakland

Gotta new album, cop it

Snoop and I, got this

We do that chronologic

Only boxin we gon do, hot boxin

Coast to coast

Oakland knows

From there to Myrtle Beach

Is home

Roll a half an ounce to this

Bounce with this

And now we lit 

Everything I do is new, put it to rest

I Produce these songs like what generation next

Eat these beats and align the specs

And That’s why they call me era fresh

Like a Taylor Swift tour

I wanna be Christian like Dior 

and leave’um devoid 

Of just thinking it’s soil

Cuz The dynamo rolling

MDMA for the Coldren

Cookin up, dollin

Out that dope shit

I said in Bump This Banger

Gaia’s west coast is badass

Pyroclastic

With Fluid dynamics

My lexicon is erratic

Didactic, enthusiastic

Hot like capsaicin

With a sea of knowledge like Caspian

The medicine like aspirin

Got that shit like a laxative

Snoop wanna box like Cassius 

But I’m more of a pacifist

I stick in their mind, attractive

Like placentas with plastic

They’re envious and vapid

While I shock, anaphylactic 

Gotta new album, cop it

Snoop and I, got this

We do that chronic logic

Only boxin we gon do, hot boxin

Coast to coast

Oakland knows

From there to Myrtle beach

Is home

Roll an ounce to this

Bounce with this

Wear your all-black diamonds to counseling 

Everything I do is new, put it to rest

I produce these songs like what generation next

Eat these beats and align the specs

And that’s why they call me era fresh

I should act like the cops that America has

Protect capitalist and their slaves like cash

I pulled them over cuz I can,

Cuz They’re DWB, driving while black 

Yes we think we’re right and free

while we can’t afford anything 

Yes we love our country 

Though it serves Corporate entity

Yes we give the cops respect

Because they kill more than protect

Yes we understand the debt

And spend our children’s future rent

If it’s between the southerners

And standing with my brothers

Put me on death row

And you’ll see how I does it

How am I so different than the ones that you find a rival

The time you spend in your environment 

Was hostile for your survival

Would done the same thing in the position

If the conditions are compiled

See abuse is just a cycle that the community can stifle

I got love for you cousin

I hope you feel it come’n

Leave you with abundance

To help your family function

Got a new album, cop it

Snoop and I, got this

We do that chronic logic

Only boxin we gon do, hot boxin

Coast to coast

Oakland knows

From there to Myrtyl Beach

Is home

Roll an ounce to this

Bounce with this

Wear your all-black diamonds to counseling

Everything I do is new, put it to rest

I produce these songs like what generation next

Eat these beats and align the specs

And that’s why they call me era fresh

I’ll do my best to give my take and

Try to say it plane and gracious

A perspective that is educated

But still, be accused of appropriation

Culture vulture, guess I’m wack

If it means whites understand the facts

the perspective and narrative that affects

the racist history against the blacks

I guess I should be more like Candace Owens

Whip up that propaganda potion

I don’t know why they liked being oppressed

Like Kanye said, blacks could of revolted and left

Yes we think we’re right and free

while we can’t afford anything 

Yes we love our country 

Though it serves the Corporate entity

Yes we give the cops respect

Because they kill more than protect

Yes we understand the debt

And spend our children’s future rent

Got a new album, cop it

Snoop and I, got this

We do that chronic logic

Only boxin we gon do, hot boxin

Coast to coast

Oakland knows

From there to Myrtle Beach

Is home

Roll an ounce to this

Bounce with this

Wear your all-black diamonds to counseling

Everything I do is new, put it to rest

I Produce these songs like what generation next

Eat these beats and align the specs

And that’s why they call me era fresh