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Intro
00:50
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2. |
The Day After
02:14
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I woke up to the smell of old OJ
Mixed with morning breath
Maggie Simpson sounds and Cold Play
I can’t explain it
A missed call from Chris, Martins on
A light shined from the breaking of dawn
I managed to yawn
Then removed a head from my arm
And hammer danced calm
Through diapers, toys, pillows and clothes
As not to expose
A noise from the stubbing of toes
In hopes that their sleep would still remain froze
Like Kaepernick
It the completion, but never the end
Could snap a pic
Not for the Gram tho
Motivation for my inner AMO
You are a new day like 12 O O
A Rare Essence to behold
You are so Go Go
Cover with blood fill with spirit
You be our Solo dolo oh oh oh oh
Oh we made it past the, Man on the moon Without the help of Lunesta
Grateful for another to rise and so I bless ya
Ask you intentions on bringing me here from yester
With hopes you will clear any residue that will fester
Through
Mon Tues Wed Thurs Fri
Took time Sat with the Sun and seen that I
Could finally surpass the week
So I take it Day to day
Follow his steps and make my path unique
SO
Hook
Good morning
Hey God how you doing
I look forward to time spent with you when
I wake up to a life filled with new wind
And my sole purpose in it is to win (X2)
I’m headed for a brighter day and so I pray
That he will have the final say and come what may
And even when the skies are gray I find a way
To make it to the… blue (X2)
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3. |
Pocket Check
03:44
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VRS 1
100 pennies 20 nickels
It’s never been
All about the Homer catch phrase
In my sentiment
Standing on the substance of my hope
With no evidence
When my funds is low
I keep my pockets on heaven cent
Cause dough go soon
But was stays round is knocks on Room
When Doc tells wife
That she won’t have a child from womb
Chance slim as black lives matter
Support from Tune
She looks at me
And I can see the doubt consume
Thoughts
That she will never bear
So my job as a husband
Is to dead the fear
So I looked her eyes and told he be aware
That he took us from
The Brook, to the Creek, now we Be
Do you remember?
With a nod she replied with yea
And there’s no form of currency that could get us here
But the inspiration we carried through the years
We made it through the pain
With faith and a little bit of change
HOOK
Said I don’t got a penny for your thoughts
Or a nickel for your kiss
What I carry is inspiration
Hopefully it makes sense
Change
Make a change my brother
Make a change
Said I don’t got a penny for your thoughts
Or a nickel for your kiss
What I carry is inspiration
Hopefully it makes sense
Change
Make a change my sister
Make a change
VRS 2
So whether its 4 quarters or 10 dimes
The goal is always keep it a male
Dear people
This for the ones who’s feeling under
The thunder and rain and wonder
If happiness they can plunder
See the rays of the summer
While in the place of a plumber
Draining
Hilarious now ain’t it
How often we complaining
When what we want we can obtain
If we stop under aiming
Shooting for stars
When there’s so much beyond
But where you shoot
When the lights are no longer on
Cause I done seen friends turn associates
Hope turn to hopelessness
Apartments going up into flames
I seen truth turn to lies and
Joy turn to cries
A father ‘n’ son who’s home ain’t the same
So I could focus on the negative
Really is it relative
And all in all what would it gain
Or I could focus on the hill from
Where my help come
And the inspiration will remain
HOOK
Said I don’t got a penny for your thoughts
Or a nickel for your kiss
What I carry is inspiration
Hopefully it makes sense
Change
Make a change my brother
Make a change
Said I don’t got a penny for your thoughts
Or a nickel for your kiss
What I carry is inspiration
Hopefully it makes sense
Change
Make a change my sister
Make a change
BRIDGE
Penny, quarter, nickel, dime
Half or a dollar
What I got is divine (x4)
Inspiration
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4. |
Missed Call From Chris
00:20
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5. |
Say It Again
03:03
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VRS 1
Eulogies, wake viewings and last words
Know I left behind
Something that will outlast verbs
Every vocal reveals sight for those blurred
Lines fulfilled faith growth
When they heard
So when I leave
Let you celebrate my voice
Hopefully my lyrics
Helped your spirit with a choice
Peeled the Keys back
And benefits was noice
For the crown that we hoist
Is a merit to rejoice
Meaning ain’t no limits to the Dream
Shake opposition
New beginnings be Akeem
Never focus on
How they may judge in the ring
If you boxed in the blood
Then the love is Supreme
HOOK
Encore (x3)
Moment of silence
But all they say is they want more
VRS 2
A Carolina kid with Panamanian blood
Brooklyn in his vein
Southern slang from his mug
Pain from an uncle
Who was slain from a slug
He’d refrain from the banging
Or slanging of Drug
Ironic that on the block, the Rock
Became his life savor
Serving sweet dimes
Would turn to rhymes later
Perfect timing
Kinda reminiscent of the title
Of that sitcom from his childhood
With Zack and Slater
It’s alright, look how he turned 2 from 1
When the mic rose
Talents he spewed sound from tongue
In the ground goes nothing
His souls cell was sprung
Led a life so rare
His return, Well done
HOOK
Encore (x3)
Moment of silence
But all they say is they want more
BRIDGE
When I’m dead and gone
What more will they say
Hopefully they speak of honor
With respects that they pay
And I’ll receive an Encore
A round of applause
An Encore
For my life’s rewards
(X2)
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6. |
Sweet T + Le Canvas
02:44
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VRS 1
I like the way you get down
I like the way you let
Me be the one
To put a smile on that frown
I like your hips, I like your thighs
I like your lips, i like your eyes
I like your ditz, I like your wise
I like your, coconut pies
I like the way you cook
I like the way you took
My son as yours
I like the way you exfoliate
And keep the cleanest pours
I like your virtue
I like you perfume
I like I’m your groom
I like your hair too
Nelly voice, LOL
I like your scars,
Like that you know Jay and Nas
Tribe Called Quest, Mos Def
And Common bsrs
I like you classic
I like you 1/4 thick
But even if you was full thick
I still would like it
I like your style
i your when I like your how
I like your smile
I like your then I like your now
I like your
French Vanilla Butter Peacan
Chocolate Deluxe
In other words I like your flavor
I like your Savior
I like your faith
I like your growth
I like your taste
I like when you eat off your own Plate when we on dates
I like your cold feet on my calfs
I like how you speak and you laugh
How you slep when you mad
Crying face emoji
Yea I ike the way you hold me
I like the way you keep it
Real up front and never phony
And theres some other things
That I culd say that I like
But I’ll tell you when I see you aiight
LE CANVAS - VRS 1
Black woman
Thats what they see at face value
Priceless is your waits worth
But wait how do
You register a price
For a life that awarded life
Doctor said your womb was boke
And couldn’t afford a life
But here she stands
Your interest bearing deposit
And tho I could never repay damage done to your closet
For ever stretch mark
I embark on a journey
To ensure that you heart knows
Your sacrifices was worthy
Magic, never that
Coincidence, not that either
But faithfullness to take over
Doubt and be that ether
To naysays who said that
Baybays would be mayday
Not knowing what would take
Place few months before that
May day
You made sure she kicked in the Door
Up on the scene
Hit the Omaha and
Audibled the whole stream
A life without your faith wouldn’t Be seen, Queen
A life without your faith wouldn’t Be seen, Queen
BRIDGE
Le Canvas
Composition
Picture perfect work of art
Masterpiece, Tour de Force
Magnum opus
You are
Le Canvas
Composition
Picture perfect work of art
Masterpiece, Tour de Force
Magnum opus
You are
Le Canvas
1234 and 5
More ways to love you I find
You are
Le Canvas
In life stand by my side
Through low lows and high highs
You are
Le Canvas
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7. |
Hey Papi
00:12
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8. |
All Times Hers
03:53
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HOOK
Seconds and minutes
Hours and days
Weeks and months
Her physical stays
Her mental it fades (x3)
We hope to see a change
VRS 1
Grandma use to cook
Cornmeal in the pot
And that’ll never be forgot
Vanilla extract, sweet milk
With the cinnamon sticks
Always stir consistent
Never thin or too thick
And for that you’ll forever be a queen
Norma Gene
Epitome of what a wife mean
Norma Gene
Mother to every vessel that was seen
Norma Gene
So serene, memories from a teen
Norma Gene
So this is a bouquet that’ll never leave
Flowers for the living
So for everything you’ve given
We make sure to push on your legacy
Now til November and forever ever ever
You made sure I became a better me
Flavors you was whippin
Moving icees out the kitchen
Just know that I payed attention
Now I move flavor in the ear
Of any soul that’ll listen
When the times get hard my Lord
Give it up to you I pray my God
Help us to maintain the memory lane
Through the unbearable pain
Give us strength to push forward
When the times get hard my Lord
Give it up to you I pray my God
Help us to maintain the memory lane
Through the unbearable pain
Give us strength to push forward
All Times Hers
HOOK
Seconds and minutes
Hours and days
Weeks and months
Her physical stays
Her mental it fades (x3)
We hope to see a change
VRS 2
Grandma use to cook
Cornmeal in the pot
And that’ll never be forgot
Vanilla extract, sweet milk
With the cinnamon sticks
Always stir consistent
Never thin or too thick
And for that you’ll forever be a queen
Norma Gene
Epitome of what a wife mean
Norma Gene
Mother to every vessel that was seen
Norma Gene
So serene, memories from a teen
Norma Gene
So this is a bouquet that’ll never leave
Flowers for the living
So for everything you’ve given
We make sure to push on your legacy
Now til November and forever ever ever
You made sure I became a better me
Flavors you was whippin
Moving icees out the kitchen
Just know that I payed attention
Now I move flavor in the ear
Of any soul that’ll listen
When the times get hard my Lord
Give it up to you I pray my God
Help us to maintain the memory lane
Through the unbearable pain
Give us strength to push forward
When the times get hard my Lord
Give it up to you I pray my God
Help us to maintain the memory lane
Through the unbearable pain
Give us strength to push forward
All Times Hers
HOOK
Seconds and minutes
Hours and days
Weeks and months
Her physical stays
Her mental it fades (x3)
We hope to see a change
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9. |
The Lox
03:06
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10. |
Gorilla Baboon Funk
03:56
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HOOK
I don't want to be discouraged no
I just want to have you in my home
Everyday when I close that door
And I begin to let life show
Then I see when I'm at my highs
That I'm grateful for my lows
Everyday when I close that door
And I begin to let life show
Then I see when I'm at my highs
That I'm grateful for my lows my my my
VRS 1
Lows in life for me are ever fleeting
Cntrl C what learned the rest deleting
Cntrl V when virus is
Repeat repeat repeat repeat repeating
Been in rhyme since 1999
Seen so many who Be Kind Rewind
And become Big in biz by being Shyne
I’m just tryna B Boi 3k mine
The Love Below my Speaker Box will show
That I’m not in it for what bakers throw
It seems as if they rise as quickly tho
And eat the bread
And then commence to flow
HOOK
I don't want to be discouraged no
I just want to have you in my home
Everyday when I close that door
And I begin to let life show
Then I see when I'm at my highs
That I'm grateful for my lows
Everyday when I close that door
And I begin to let life show
Then I see when I'm at my highs
That I'm grateful for my lows my my my
VRS 2
Low low lows
I been dealing with’em all my life
I know when I see my
High high highs
It was all with the sacrifice
I been prayin for’em
Yes lord since all rise the compromise
Is to switch styles and blend in a disguise
But I’m Doubtfire never
My clever Mo Better Blues
Giant Shadows are Bleek
In the shine of my lighted, hues
Abuse time and doubt I did
Use the vision hidden behind eyelids
Choose to listen to negative I slid
Back n forth n forth, Back n forth n forth
Back
When I didn’t even know
I was gifted with the flow
Was reminded I was a master through baptism
Now I Sho Nuff got the glow
Prince Aura
Sorta hard suppressing the frustration
Knowing what you hold
Still tryna remain patient
Feeling like
Woosah Namaste hakuna matata
Gotta step back ma boule
I’m on to mañana
Word to mama
Always told me keep the Lord first
Armor everyday
Invisibly set in my concert
Honor when I pray
Hand to hand let the palms work
Amen!
That’s when it begins
When words turn to actions
Pressure hits home
And the tears hit the napkins
Gut punch, get punch drunk
And then it happens
Decision time
Call it quits or continue, Grind
Different I’m
Cut from cloth that the kind designed
Tailor made
For every time that I fail
Is experience needed
For the success I will inhale
Then I blow it out
It’s purpose in every quote
Catch a contact
You can call it second hand hope
HOOK
I don't want to be discouraged no
Nah Nah, No, Nah Nah
I just want to have you in my home
I want to have you in my home
Said I want to have you
Everyday when I close that door
And I begin to let life flow
Then I see when I'm at my highs
That I'm grateful for my lows
Everyday when I close that door
And I begin to let life flow
Then I see when I'm at my highs
That I'm grateful for my my my my
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11. |
This Guy Stitch
00:50
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12. |
Boogeyman
03:13
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VRS 1
I done had some long days
I done had some short nights
Feelin like the Ojays
Lookin at the clock on the wall
It gave me insight
That time don’t wait
2 minutes to spare and it’s 9:08
Lookin at my watch like nah, no, wait
But time stops for none
I know y’all relate
So
With every breath that I’m taken
Make sure it’s purpose
In the moves that I’m makin
Rewrite my wrongs
And fill whatever’s vacant
Maneuver my life like a whip
And I’m Statham
With every breath that I’m taken
Make sure it’s purpose
In the moves that I’m makin
Rewrite my wrongs
And fill whatever’s vacant
Maneuver my life like a whip
And I’m Statham
HOOK
It’s a celebration, streamers in the air
10, 9, 8
Time to let the world know
It’s a celebration, Light up the flares
7, 6, 5, 4
We bout to blow
It’s a celebration, streamers in the air
3, 2, 1
Ready set Go
It’s a celebration
Time to celebrate, Clap Clap
Take off the weights
Here’s a space for your nap sack
VRS 2
Same stuff a new day
Feeling like De Ja Vu
We often become lost in this race
When we fail to change our view
And time keeps passing us by
Staring from the far side of the room
Then the moments gone in a blink
It keeps moving On and On and Ooon
So
With every breath that I’m taken
Make sure it’s purpose
In the moves that I’m makin
Rewrite my wrongs
And fill whatever’s vacant
Maneuver my life like a whip
And I’m Statham
With every breath that I’m taken
Make sure it’s purpose
In the moves that I’m makin
Rewrite my wrongs
And fill whatever’s vacant
Maneuver my life like a whip
And I’m Statham
BRIDGE
Respect the moment
And never take it for granted
Every day with breath
Should be looked at as an advantage
To rework the paint
And perfect what’s on the canvas
So when the Sky Cracks
You’ll be content with where you landed
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13. |
WTSC
02:51
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VRS 1
Trumpets blare in a, blaze of glory
Chariots await for victory
What was written seen now, oh so surely
War report been read, word to Nore
Eyes of Fire mad crowns peep the story
Venture soaked in blood, sorta gory
Father found it’s no need for Maury
The return of he who died for we
No surprises less, prep was poorly
Heaven hell, what’s your category?
Must confess, belief mandatory
Instructions left on earth before
HOOK
When The Sky Cracks (4x)
You ready
And I done seen a whole lot of mass confusion here
And what I see I know that it’s no illusion yea
VRS 2
Mesmerize in awe, so surprising
In blink of an eye from horizon
What was read red now realizing
Clear as day no more tantalizing
Trinity in one synchronizing
Shine so bright the glow hypnotizing
Sound of glories blow galvanizing
Disbelief come true polarizing
Hope you spread word while socializing
If not too late it’s time for rising
You can’t beg keep your compromising
For your lows it’s finally some highs
HOOK
When The Sky Cracks (4x)
You ready
And I done seen a whole lot of mass confusion here
And what I see I know that it’s no illusion yea
VRS 3
Sky cracking, sheer panic, appear manic
2nd coming, no bluffing, oh it can’t be
Can it
Expose everything
No need for JT Janet
The time or hour can’t plan it
Hope that your feet planted
On solid rock, eyes front
Sight on Gloc
Coma your nonsense
Conscience keep on God sense (scents)
Frankincense and mur
Milk and honey, water wind
Don’t get cocky with your watch
End up getting le...
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Stitch Early Frederick, Maryland
Born in Fayetteville, NC. Raised in Frederick, MD. Stitch Early has become a staple in his hometowns music scene. Described as an “inspirational artist” he uses his music to evoke change in those who listen. His lyrical prowess along with song writing ability, wittiness and creativity makes him a standout as an artist. As the journey continues the bio will grow. ... more
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