KWESBAAR

by Neak

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What are you VULNERABLE to?

That's the ethical question Neak's self-produced album asks of oneself...

Soaked in the elements of hip-hop, jazz, soul, funk, and driven by heavy synthesizing and collaborative instrumentation, Neak designs a musical platform allowing him to discuss his greatest insecurities, agonizing internal fears, and featuring the trials and tribulations of people through many walks of life. Employing fluent rhyme schemes on striking subjects like, "Lost Fathers," and "Gold," to crafting a tribute to soul/jazz/funk legend "Kool and The Gang" on "Dreamer's Sadness" where Neak orchestrates vintage synth leads, he plays himself. KWESBAAR pushes his musical prowess to a level beyond his past; demonstrating his love for retro production and true-to-life raps. Collaborating alongside a multitude of skillful musicians such as trumpeter Sam Trump, pianist Aminata Burton, alto sax player Caroline Davis, and rap luminaries such as GLC, Rita J., and Rashid Hadee, this album is nothing short of a masterpiece inside and out. KWESBAAR is Neak's first introduction as an all-inclusive producer using the landscape of his life as a classroom moving from his current consciousness, to the next.

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released April 23, 2019

Production Credits:

GLC - Feature (Kiss The Ring)
Rita J. - Feature (Do It For Love)
Rashid Hadee - Feature (War)
Peter Jericho - Feature (Gold)
Erthe St. James - Feature (Lost Fathers)
Spq-Her - Feature (Remember, Hold On)
Taylor Iman - Feature (Dreamer's Sadness)

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Jeremy K. Jones - Bass Guitar (In My Life)
DJ RTST - DJ Cuts (In My Life)
Caroline Davis - Alto Saxophone (W.Y.T.A.M.)
FLYKelly - Additional Vocals (W.Y.T.A.M.)
Rashid Hadee - Tambourine (W.Y.T.A.M.), Korg MS-20 synthesizer (War)
Prentice Powell - Good Father Poem (Lost Fathers)
Kenneth Leftridge - Tenor Saxophone (Gold)
Aminata Burton - Grand Piano (Gold)
Slot-A - Outro Production (Remember, Hold On)
Sam Trump - Trumpet (Remember, Hold On)
Dave Bovyn - Electric Guitar (Slander Pt. II, Kiss The Ring)
George Wundsam - Electric Guitar (Fight)
Neak - Arturia CS-80 Synthesizer Synth Lead (Dreamer’s Sadness)

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Produced By Neak

Executive Produced, mixed, and mastered by Rashid Hadee

Design, Photography, and Creative Direction by Domi V

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If your father performed alongside Funk & Soul legends like James Brown & Sam Cooke, chances are being a product of your environment meant only one thing…following the path of musicianship set directly before him. Chicago-based Hip-Hop artist Neak draws vivid verbal portraits which find inspiration in the spirit of U.S. culture and his own deep-seating personal experiences. ... more

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Track Name: Elevation Everything
Verse:

Elevation everything it's fame in that mantra I live by, glory to glorious power you know the most high, do it for believers no reaching to get a co-sign, do it cause I love it y'all can dickride...immortalized for truest lines and being fresh, to def flirting with demons I must be near the thresh-hold, story foretold already written like Nasir's piece, classical, nothing to fuck with, condoning no dumb shit, the media tell us your music gotta be poison for us to bump it, what I'm looking like feeding people love knifes, cuts are running deep and I ain't paying that full price I'll choose, to not walk in the shoes of fools, avoid all Eves, easily you'll die in the muse huh, need no experience I'll stop at the queues huh, fame is a monster that statement ain't skewed huh, reminiscing watching The Box, stomach in knots, butterflies watching legends requesting them nonstop in the mind, something told me none of it is real fast-forward now I'm grown, and see it was all a thrill, rapping what you told, records gotta get sold, execs gotta get paid, so what slaves we can mold? Image is dread heads, jewelry swinging and flashing hella dead prez screaming golden era shit dead, so divisive, fight for the genre, shorties riding strapped with gats bigger than Contra, run the profit like a mobster yell it proper, people are in pain night and day no Sinatra, seeming like the most important thing is a passport seeking Higher Learning conflicted with Rapaport, skinhead, over your head, flow nice Knowing the Ledge like resurrecting Rakim twice, only Chris momma acknowledge come with a T-ChrisT, played Chris, B.I. her nerves like ice so Chicago nights, she don't know those sites, only options is push dope or fade like Mike, went to college, degree'd up, caught that plight, getting interviewed notice they don't like my sites huh, I'm young, black, and gifted said It in King Deferred, deny a black keep them away from knowing they worth, Messiah, needed, the Simlah attire on my black skin peep it, haters won't ceasefire, say you want it all ever thought what that would come to, God dream can't control it or simply undo, only one life who we are we can undo, judge me not, you don't know what I've been though it's so real I gotta be the realist, if I don't show my soul in these lines how the hell you gone feel it huh...
Track Name: In My Life feat. DJ RTST
Verse 1:

Staring at the ceiling fan tryna catch that feeling, Outkasted rapping past 30 is unappealing, everybody reaching for levels that's Billboard, you know made it when it's something they'll kill for, famous, same ol G but nah but life changes, unfamiliar these brights lights they yield strangers, penning autographs Mannequin in mind aimless, time flys, the routine's to flee Satan, any day now I tell myself, gold Gramaphone polished on my momma shelf, tuxedos front row nominated the wealth got gold diggers in 4s, I'm addicted to quartets, know it's coming soon seeing days like this, prayers rugs in my living room, I am not convinced, I won't see the beast, belly of it capeesh that's scheming on my soul with hollow tips for teeth, word to Fiasco recycle the lines, change lives, for the people that Basquiat flow, just know life bigger than yourself, heavy is the crown rocking it, do it to death, what....

Chorus: DJ RTST (cuts)...

Verse 2:

All prayers everything tryna live righteous like poor Teachers leave a legacy like of a TIP & a Phife it's a blessing how when changing lives, find a quest, find a tribe, find the meaning that lies within your soul, the reason why those Marilyn Monroes front row at the shows with sexual healing goals, a king always seen before he know he a king, the reason why he can't find demons in life's seams not a thought like jeans the enemies skin deep, you gotta elevate before you covered in deceit, the evils want it all no way they dying discrete, bad rap gotta give em like I'm skipping off beat who you be, what you represent represent like Illlmatic, authentic vibes is the key, perpetrators, violators, getting caught up in cross-faders, scratched out cause they don't flow Avis, they don't go, no drive to bring changes, build legends like Tongues Natives reverse what I stated, Native Tounge’s riddled me that, tryna be what they said I couldn't be get back, whoa....

Chorus & Outro....
Track Name: Cashed Up
Chorus:

Cashed Up / Cashed Up / We On The Move /
Cashed Up / All Around / You Know It Rules / 2x

Verse 1:

Self-driven fixated on top drops and linen, going God speed, attracting my wrongs, beginning to see pretty things turn vice like shades of women, cause my image is destined for Billboard living, Lord forgive me I'm human I'm called for sinning, when you come from dark nights no Bale Christian, brothers caught bail they blessed in Hell's Kitchen, black apparatus is live can't do the dishes, tension in the air get thick, so delicious, jealousy a female trait so fictitious, many men see your success and stress saying God why not me? bring the malice to fruition, nothing good comes out being so black hearted, flow got God on it you sea like water parted, a self made King who dreaming of something larger, all about the Benji's focused on going farther....

Chorus:

Cashed Up / Cashed Up / We On The Move /
Cashed Up / All Around / You Know It Rules / 2x

Verse 2:

I do this it hopeless slipping like King X, DM.....blowing up pictures they undressed, showing off they good goods my demons can't digress, emojis with a text like my life is complexed I'm committed, we tighter than Tyra head in a Sox fitted, all that poison like BBD not for sale so Its shoplifted, baby girl say how men think, I doubt it cause she don't know I'll entertain bitches, how you live knowing that you called to change lives, and be a target for drugs, sex, and concubines, trigger fingers, police, and hood Genocide, if I could change one life then mines on the line, a wise man said fulfillment is giving back, I'm trying send kids to Hillman not hell and back, so when I'm speaking through these lines ain't no holding back, I'm cashing out this dreamer on track, huh uh..

Chorus:

Cashed Up / Cashed Up / We On The Move /
Cashed Up / All Around / You Know It Rules / 4x
Track Name: Do It For Love feat. Rita J.
Verse 1 (Neak):

It's the joy that we living, coming from the soul inner glow unforgiving, hella gold rock it not to cover what missing depiction of poor niggas you painting a poor picture I'm breaking the mold, its a it's a new day....we love our skin it's a new wave....elevated going higher like a bouquet, no apologies given I don't care what they say from summer to fall days we gone do amazing things put the guns down give our girls wedding rings, bleed for my brother let em know We are Kings, party like it's Prince 99 live our dreams, love it means, can't stop won't stop Little Bro flow loving it, Neak, Rita J, I can take it off my bucket list....and I'm grateful we came together, made a song you rock to and sing forever cause we....

Chorus:

We do it for love, everything we yo we do it to rise up above, put em up, wave em like you just don't care, get em up, spread love and live it up / cause we....2x

Verse 2 (Rita J.):

What it is what it do move and shake show and prove feeling good how are you operate nice and smooth got the tools to infuse fine tunes chosen few high noons housing you full moons coming through dope lines soothing you hard rhymes grooving you getting mines hard times changing signs staying true I know you wanna ooh I got you on the ahh be rocking shit that's fly me oh me oh my come with me touch the sky don't worry bout my guy he ready to apply make magic multiply keep rising on that high and watch out for that low not telling you no mo release and let it go I'm with you gotta flow feel freedom never po enriched but didn't know Chi City till it blow illuminated glow available's in stores Rita J and Neak planting seeds watch em grow...

Chorus:

We do it for love, everything we yo we do it to rise up above, put em up, wave em like you just don't care, get em up, spread love and live it up / cause we....2x

Verse 3 (Neak):

Enlightened like freedom fighters we ghetto dreamin....indicted the illest writer aim to achieve it, Bonita, Applebum breathing the scheme deeper she gone be the serpent, the purpose, the pull on born leaders...and I done see the stranger thangs but when you one love living, you living to change, not addicted to the jewels, the dollars signs, and pain, come along with the fame that come with the flames word life...

Rita J:

In my own skin built to win in my own zone never alone that's word got a herd full of opportunity community peace love unity having fun work is never done missions on the run message weighs a ton shining like the sun that's word feelings felt getting dealt that's heard shaken never stirred mics melt...

Chorus:

We do it for love, everything we yo we do it to rise up above, put em up, wave em like you just don't care, get em up, spread love and live it up / cause we....2x
Track Name: W.Y.T.A.M.
Verse 1:

Been a long time out of love for minute, been a Rolling Stone like band I don't feel it, heart so froze you could put a cube in it let your light shine on it God bitterness in it, what's love got to do with us, being one for a night engage in lust, I done been in love before afraid to trust afraid to let go till I model angel dust, the world through a lens I didn't..know...all ladies ain't devils in a dress that pose, all ladies ain't drama & in essence hoes, they all not control freaks you shown me a new way, so fine so appealing, taking me to heaven not Doom Madvillian, lost in the world, it became so revealing that you know you know it's love when you feel it I'll say...

Chorus:

Before I tell you more about me girl, what you think about me....
Before I let you go I need to know, what you think about me...
Before I show my soul I need to know, what you think about me...
Huh Uh..What you think about me...
Huh Uh..What you think about me...

Verse 2:

How you feel about you when you look inside yourself that mirror don't move, looking through the lies other men gave the fool's gold is when you both loved but he changed views, maybe he was looking for something that's taboo, maybe he was looking for girls he never knew, being with the one the color of fondue, sometimes we go blind from the shine of the same jewel, that we over look, overlooking her, glad he couldn't see your glow or your inner worth, yo I did the same thing to an old fling, turned a girl to peasant from being queen, we here, I see how, its hard to let your heart sing like Bilal when you seen so much heart turn black, but you gotta take a chance never turn back...

Chorus:

Before I tell you more about me girl, what you think about me....
Before I let you go I need to know, what you think about me...
Before I show my soul I need to know, what you think about me...
Huh Uh..What you think about me...
Huh Uh..What you think about me...

Verse 3:

This thing called love is our last call but it's worth everything if we don't fall if we don't demonized what they call flaws, we can reach gold teeth of Paul Wall, baptized for a new era, old girls in the past clean the mascara, can't be what you need me to be fair weather my soul so you won't see the best of me, ever.....probably was the best thing, angel in disguise but I broke wings, couldn't fly translate didn't give rings, not the one I knew not a chance for the bling bling, see I'm giving you old me, bag man bag lady we don't wanna be, from my heart to my soul to my brown skin, Arie, yo I'm giving you the best of me...it's like that...

Chorus:

Before I tell you more about me girl, what you think about me....
Before I let you go I need to know, what you think about me...
Before I show my soul I need to know, what you think about me...
Huh Uh..What you think about me...
Huh Uh..What you think about me... 2x
Track Name: War feat. Rashid Hadee
Verse 1 (Neak):

Yo, I change the world simply when I bare a little soul, my upbringing through the fire analyzing woes, naive slave to my lineage I can't control, momma' baby poppa's maybe bastard child goals, I didn't ask for, so we clash more, when my identity's is fronting like a dashboard, they say the root of happiness is through a White Jesus switcharoo, despising our ancestors voodoo, cold treason, cult reasons, foul tyranny, Native Soul Brothers they ain't hearing me, FBI rented the balcony at Audubon the day Malcolm got called home don't keep the blinders on, realist shit I prolly ever wrote, if it take my life address the poison like a keynote, everything that's tailored from the truth will come and set you free, under pressure won't fold less pursued by Free, my 106 crush, huh, energetic my flesh, heavy is the crown keep the cranium test-ed, the best years, subjected, fill a prison, we don't fall flaws and al, never quitting, got damn!!!

Chorus:

It's a war going on that no one outside is safe from, I say it again...
It's a war going on that no one outside is safe from, uhhh huh...
It's a war going on that no one outside is safe from, I say it again...
It's a war going on that no one outside is safe from, yo chi yo.....

Verse 2 (Rashid Hadee):

Time to bring back the deadline it's get up out your head time, If you're legendary ain't a bullet that can dead lives, Living for the longevity, going steadily, Dedication is the recipe, Dealt with inner demons for years, so what is you telling me, You too petty with your pedigree, The world rejected me and it felt worse than the death penalty, But I got the drive that caused frienemies, Narrow lines between friends and enemies, Want me assassinated like John Kennedy/Martin Luther, How we 'sposed to be kings, Too many tattered souls covered in shattered dreams, The Hood got us trapped in a fantasy, Whole world hidden in plain sight for half to see, I'm just trying to hold it down like gravity, In these crazy times of bloodshed and blasphemy, Know it have to be the past that's put in back of me, Just to remain a strong young mayne with plain sanity, Progress we better see, it's like we protesting everything, Just let me slip freedom the wedding ring...

Chorus:

It's a war going on that no one outside is safe from, I say it again...
It's a war going on that no one outside is safe from, uhhh huh...
It's a war going on that no one outside is safe from, I say it again...
It's a war going on that no one outside is safe from, yo chi yo..... 2x
Track Name: Lost Fathers feat. Erthe St. James
Verse 1 (Neak):

Lost Fathers, I'll say a prayer for you, our Father, please bring us back to the kids that we had lost sight of, no excuse how we failed them for generations letting the streets co-author they life stories when life faltered, my father raised me though my siblings hate me for it, they fathers didn't visit much and I don't know the story, I seen how women could hold back a child, kill his soul, make a father runaway, tell a child he don't won't... to be involved when really its unresolved love, that's lingers on and never been addressed to move on, a major lesson is can you learn to live with regrets, the price you pay when you skate like board P, m.s., (m)y (s)oul, not the minstrel show they pay us for to blow it on some Robin's jeans dressing up depression, been there before homies told me rolling cigarillos, with something heavy when all you tryna heal is the soul....a lost father just a broken soul who couldn't gain control of what life gave him forgive him Lord....though we know not what we do you said you'll love us for it, even though we forgiven we can't ignore it, lost fathers...

Chorus (Erthe St. James):

Let's say a prayer for the fathers, our fathers Amen....
Forgive them cause they don't know what they do it's alright it's alright it's ok...show em the light! 2x

Verse 2 (Neak):

I struggle with identity unbeknown me spiritually, I'm seeking to be whole, part of me undiscovered see I don't know where I come from / don't know what I'm made of, technically I'm numbed out, reason why it's hard to love myself fully platonic above the Illz, buried inside reels repeated clips of me still fronting, looking for love no matter how it come to see the sun shining on me halo above to be the most righteous, validations is poisen to be among the likers, gotta change yourself to fit in you ain't living Midas, living king living legendary Leonidas, reach for words to cover up what I don't like about this....this pain that sit so humbly inside, demons in disguise masked up, posing with expensive clothes and see it in my eyes yo I'm so bothered, this the product of a man who doesn't know his father, lost fathers...

Chorus (Erthe St. James):

Let's say a prayer for the fathers, our fathers Amen....
Forgive them cause they don't know what they do it's alright it's alright it's ok...show em the light! 2x

Prentice Powell (Arsenio Hall excerpt - Poem):

I’m tired of us always having to prove our love to our sons
One of the biggest complements I get a lot of the times
Is how great of a father I am
They see pictures on the internet
And people complement you a lot because they see photos
And honestly sometimes, I wanna tell people
“Don’t tell me I’m a good father when you don’t know anything about me”
Fun loving daddy and son pictures on the Facebook page do not equate (…) values into your child’s development
And the fact that I’m black should be irrelevant when it comes to my ability to raise my son
My skin tone should not make me any better or worse when it comes to the paternal instinct but
Because fathers like me are apparently extinct I get asked for prays
And for what?
For doing what I’m supposed to do?
From strangers?
Strangers who don’t know when my son was born I only got him from twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, when to the court to get more time, came back with twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, plus child support fought for a year, had him for a year and half if not more, had him fifty percent of the time if not more, only to lose him when he started school to summer time and rotate in the holidays
Strangers who don’t know when my son was born I only got him from twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, when to the court to get more time, came back with twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, plus child support fought for a year, had him for a year and half if not more, had him fifty percent of the time if not more, only to lose him when he started school to summer time and rotate in the holidays
So when you see me in the streets with my little one and wanna say
“It’s so good seeing a father doing his job spending that quality time” don’t because I am being robbed
Robbed with the greatest gift
Forced to live through pictures on an IPhone to recognize the touch of my lips more than they do my fingertips And the smell of his lotion everyday I rub into my skin so when I smell myself, I think of him
Forced to live through memories that occur within a span of one week
Through occasions on a web cam chat with a child too young to speak back so when he reaches to you through that camera, all you can say is “son, I miss you too”
Or learn watching your son learn how to ride a bike via Skype in the hands of another man and even though he is a good man and you are glad he’s around, that man is not you
Or learn watching your son learn how to ride a bike via Skype in the hands of another man and even though he is a good man and you are glad he’s around, that man is not you
And not letting his mother know that all this is getting to you so you get up to grab some tissue because at all times that distance of 3174 miles can feel more like 3 million
Try dropping your son of at the airport with three teeth in his mouth go 4 weeks and come back with 5 and see if you don’t beat yourself up for not being around during that time so don’t tell me I’m a good father when you don’t know anything about me
Try to convince the court that knows nothing about you that you are simply worthy of time
See thousands of people inspired by your story but still feel that you are getting nowhere
Have people motivated by the pain that sits right here everyday inside of your chest and that same pain be the reflection of the amount of love that you possess, I want you to imagine your newborn baby sleep
You’re watching him, trying to get the sleep padderns down pack praying to get you get it right because you have 1 night not to go 6 days until you get him back, imagine

Being able to fly through this world, doing what you love to do but because of a court order your son before the age of 1 has to fly twice a month and maybe by the age of 2, he’ll have more frequent fly miles than you
Try never spending a day in your life locked up in prison and still watch your child grow up primarily through photos
Learn about his milestones via text message or Facebook and see if you don’t feel numb so how can I smile when people tell me I’m such a good father when I feel like I’m not being given enough time to actually be one
Raise your son without feeling like you actually raised him
And I know everything in this world doesn’t always go the way we plan and I can accept that all that’s fine
I just don’t understand how a man can be forced to pay half of day care, half of medical expenses, food, clothes, water but the same man that laid down to create that child is not automatically given half of the time, something about that situation is not right and when i’m done with this poem, I mean this, I don’t care if any of you clap, I just want my prays, my air, my earth, my water, my moon, my son, my baby, my motivation, my son
I just want my chance
I just want my son Justice Prentice Powell
I want my baby, back.
Track Name: Gold feat. Peter Jericho
Verse 1 (Neak):

My identity’s tailored just how I’m clothed....don’t know how to feel when I ain’t fresh.....Dapper Dan we channeling call it goals.....insecurities manifest in the flesh, hella furs baguettes, momma was full of debts, she looked fly partying posing blasting cassettes, I felt how you feel about self was in the linen...thinking back now my spirit was dead...Lennon ...materialism God these items can’t take it with us.....key to life is what we tryna cover up in us, validation is poison let’s call it Eve, fruit is Eric Gardner no Gold we can’t breathe.... we think of wealth we think of bands rubber, round the money perspective is seen no Wonder...can’t knock it that feeling like when we pose, fresh to death it’s the motto my people chose...

Chorus (Peter Jericho):

A wise woman once told me what good is it to gain the whole world but (Lose your soul), I mean you better find more value within shorty
(I feel rich with what i can control), O my brother your worth is yours
(Goooold), O my sister your goal, your goal should be (Gooold)
Respect my goal....

Verse 2 (Neak):

Huh, can’t function without that fly ish...diamonds keep us caught up in all bliss, jewelry dripping like Slick Rick The Ruler it's how it fit in your heart’s mind I diss the notion that cash rules, something I had to see, it’s what you own that’s completed legacy, sporting the latest Jordan’s is false self-esteems drivers....yet I swipe my credit card for em being honest, every purchase is a step away from being modest, you can’t tell me nothing like that dropout from college I be, the most niggerish gold grills is infinite posture of king but say I’m in need of christenings, baptized in the fire when no nigga was listening divided my soul like partitioning.....at the root I just wanted love Godly....never see it unless we Louis Vuitton buying I’m eyeing examples of what’s defining the spirit that we implying that spend a trillion defiant, trauma from the slave ships & slave quarters, an asset can buy an asset this pain potent........self-righteous for the enlightened....judgmental the climate we all lost in the iris huh...nonetheless we still fresh to death that’s how it’s goes the motto my people chose...

Chorus (Peter Jericho):
My pops once told me you're in an industry where you can gain wealth but (lose your soul), I mean you better dig way deeper within kid, (I feel rich with what i can control), O my brother your worth is yours, (Goooold), O my sister your goal, your goal should be, (Gooold) Respect my goal....

Outro (Peter Jericho):

Growing up as an African boy, I did not always have the opportunity to indulge in the things of the Western world, but everybody's gold is different, Its a case of relevance, and from my vantage point, my value is my gold, my worth is my gold, what i represent is my gold
Whats yours?
GOLD
Track Name: Remember, Hold On feat. Spq-Her
Verse 1 (Neak):

Lord knows, I'm so sedated in sorrow save me with prayer it's precious the soul, it's days prayers like the pliers compressions the woes, and days slipping like that rapper Earl's covering lows, cover girls coveting the simple time we froze, in time idolizing moments she mumbling it's your world when crumbling, emotions no vocalists not a trio to cover this, deficits tumbling, like tumble weeds cut the shit I tell me when tailoring to dysfunction this society publishing, the pain so humbling, at times I'm amazed at the ways that stomach it, the phase is separation from all the days commeth, a maze that our sight see effected by rubish that we created, the disdain embedded inside beloved, yet we show it on our sleeves no denying it, got it face it all to succeed or die trying it.....

Chorus (Spq-Her):

When you're faced with adversity, remember, hold on....life has its ups....life has its down......remember, remember, straighten up your crown (straighten up your crown yeah yeah yeah yeah), remember remember (remember), remember, remember...

Verse 2 (Neak):

The saying goes you cannot slow up with God's timing, you miss the blessing if depression got you Phyllis Hyman, internal demons that's painting pictures that paint you on edge of defeat, simply fall out of alignment, dreams a fill your soul up, preparation for shining impeccable grinding, a la cart buzz co-signing never needed, not from broken elites, leave me soaking like Peters, robbed from Paul's to earn my stripes Addidas, since a fetus I was made for a throne, Senoritas guarantee us love tell from the tone, all poison, appreciated doubled when on, now fake love real poison turn to Nina Simone, need a Mars need some outer space, uh no, I gotta face the scars out of place to bring greatness, to be here for a long time, pardon my lateness, and pressure make a diamond....pray I make it count with these great gifts....

Chorus (Spq-Her):

When you're faced with adversity, remember, hold on....life has its ups....life has its down......remember, remember, straighten up your crown (straighten up your crown yeah yeah yeah yeah), remember remember (remember), remember, remember...

Verse 3 (Neak):

The world's changing, see the strangers, scared of success cause old friends will see it, internalize it, the feeling's raging, they say they love you but love you for what you're doing for them, a thin line between clapping for em and seeming foreign, when you're appointed, apparent, the pressure boiling, symbolism for angel wings, flapping through life's poison, death around the corner, greatness allure her, the Malcolm/Martin/Kennedy saga continue on ya, crazy when all you wanted was seeing California, Sade I need, momma these demons run amuck on ya, the hypocrisy of loving thyself, when sleeping with different souls and laying hearts on the shelf uh huh, this world's crazy yet we want what it gots, we want whatever it gives, within forgiving me nots, apologetic no, we just wanna live righteous, a sacifice coming when ya life is priceless wha what....
Track Name: Slander II
Verse 1:

When it's all fallen down I still came to be a ruler, hand build a kingdom and keep a shooter for Judases, only deal with suitors who suit up suited to bring in mula, why get a boss when you a king fitted to fill arenas, that's in the chapter, legendary nothing else I'm here to capture, monument the pose long as it comes with the rapture triggers pulled in chi city you caught in the rafters, with Ray Charles vision for tomorrow see disaster, non-believers you're meaningless only fuel for the fire, reasoning only rooted in insecurities seeing this so defined tryna find the key to life, and mostly what we find are leeches, hoes, and an added vice, I pray to Christ and hope His ears ain't deaf, we keep calling catching sleep tryna snitch on his cousin death huh, to learn from it cause his lessons could've killed me heaven in my hell nigga feel me, and I can hear the.....

Chorus:
I can hear the slander, I I, I am a King, I'm still amongst thieves, the drama it shit brings...ah huh huh, I got to let it go freedom over everything.....case you didn't know.....and I can hear the Slander, I I, I am a King, I'm still amongst thieves, what it what it all means, ah huh huh, I got to let it go freedom over everything.....now you niggas know, and I can hear the slander....

When it all fallen down we gone come together or take it down hella hater city, around the world it's kinda profound, outsiders take shots at our legends, that false prophets shit real sad it took a Cole to address it......what did momma say, keep the drama in-house, and anybody come at your brothers you call em out well......where I'm from that loyalty just never sat well they diss you, something like Jada P when you Inkwell, you either build or destroy, how do you avoid being devoid of hateration when it's in the soil that we grow up in, pray to God it gotta end, word to Chance he's showing us how that logic transcends cause Chicity, full of Grammy-could've made it non-nominated go-getters who simply got outdated, fought jaded fighting through culture contaminated with niggas who staying frontin' but really was fascinated huh ....bottom line like corporate talk I hate it, never snake it to you make it for sake of being the greatest ....My Life, no J. Blige, lessons could've killed, heaven in my hell nigga feel me, and I can hear the...

Chorus:

I can hear the slander, I I, I am a King, I'm still amongst thieves, the drama it shit brings...ah huh huh, I got to let it go freedom over everything.....case you didn't know.....and I can hear the Slander, I I, I am a King, I'm still amongst thieves, what it what it all means, ah huh huh, I got to let it go freedom over everything.....now you niggas know, and I can hear the Slander....
Track Name: Kiss The Ring feat. GLC
Chorus:

Kiss The Ring why you at it, do my thing while I'm at it, play strings for the dramatic, ending of that wack shit... 2x

Verse 1 (Neak):

Recognize I'ma OG flowing, style Boeing, fly, knowing girls love me, I Warn-Her, Lyor Cohen, It's crazy knowing how the currency got em going, lose dollars, no Hollis left in the morning, Queens, sucka MCs like DMC RUN when I squeeze, metaphor, when my vinyl hit the knee.....dle, and with Passion of Christ, in white man's world I can't say he's been nice, in this white man's world his love comes with a price, hella mother's writing checks with a Passion for Ice, Chichooo, it's no time for fake niggas, it's now or never so my presence is a field nigga, I let the fur hang, Revenant, gold swinging the fetish and... power so cold, impeaching the orange president, line em up, free throw, show em who I'm better than, message goes out this for many men you dead, Kiss The Ring...

Chorus:

Kiss The Ring why you at it, do my thing while I'm at it, play strings for the dramatic, ending of that wack shit... 2x

Verse 2 (Neak):

Recognizing I'ma OG flowing study the penmanship, menacing definitive, Farrakhan in the leadership, following is militant, means by any means to fuel these ghetto dreams we relishing are you listening? huh, the mentality is mosh pit, pushing with the force, change course, flip the guap quick, yeah we love cars, clothes, jewelry, and fly shit, now it's time to build a legacy where communities reap the profits, can't stop it, legend, only option, title pose with it like writer of Street's Watching, kick knowledge tryna build up prophets in the pipeline, no coin, disciples strapped on the front lines, do it well do it to death, the God Son flow the Last Real Nigga left, I do this for the dreamer, go-getter oppressed, time is the new money currency hard-pressed, for the calling, God's work for the falling, can't fit them all in, Generation H-Hateration get to scalding, burn baby burn, my energy's not a fling, known king I sing, till I reign supreme, Kiss The Ring...

Chorus:

Kiss The Ring why you at it, do my thing while I'm at it, play strings for the dramatic, ending of that wack shit... 2x

Bridge (Neak):

Huh, Kiss the Ring while you at it, fresh to death, do my thing while I'm at it, Kiss The Ring.... 2x

Outro (GLC):

Kiss The Ring like that's it, before you at it, make sure you gets some Burt's beeswax and some chapstick, know what I'm sayin? this is divine game, church is on the move and it always gets deep, as I'm rotating through the streets with my true playa partna by the name of Neak know what I'm sayin? This is the real, church is on the move and I represent the Go-ILL, Ism, yeah rest in peace to Tim(buck2), CHUURCH!
Track Name: Fight
Verse:

The worst thing in life to fight is time, the concept complexed, the feeling is baptized in a lake full of fire my Tyler, no, Creator, no, the Most High, knowing death is life's traitor, dead wrong dead and gone get Nazareth on the phone for Jesus, need my angel wings postponed, life will soon pass the thought of it like stoned, coming of age enraged from fear of the unknown, fear a little deeper than getting caught cheating and left pleading with the Queen you can't call Tyrone, hug Father Time and tell him life a mountain to climb with bare feet praying that our dream flown, nothing's more important than a legacy, my first love until I fade to black, Ledisi, girls showing up and showing curves like a letter C, let it be forever, being immortal is not ahead of me, mirrors on the walls showing time on me, need murals on call drawing shrines of me that's worldwide, Lord that's the fear of my life never knowing when death would strike I gotta fight ah....

Chorus (Talkbox):

I'm in the fight for my life...
I'm in my fight for my life...
I'm in the fight for my life...
My life my life...my life....ooooohhhawwhhh

Yo, I see my old man knowing one day he gone leave me, knowing that nothing gone ease me, can't see it, rather trade places with Eazy, rather go first inner thoughts to a deity, hold up, let me save the children, mines who I shield from heartbreaks I'm yielding, how you keep a loved one entering the ceiling, everbody dies so life's gem's fulfillment, knowing what you sent for, that detour, all the bullshit the media flashing, it's paid for, we keeping dying even when our lives already prayed for, is God listening? That's I'm unsure of, got my head in the Bible tryna find signs, that scripture's like a cure when it's untwined, that's scripture's like a demon when it's taught from the wrong mind, showing the pain of mankind, no way out can't redirect that route them stairways to heavens or where them demons act out Lord, I'm on edge tryna find myself, nothing better than life itself, I gotta fight ah....

Chorus (Talkbox):

I'm in the fight.....
I'm in the fight for my life...
My life, life...
I'm in my fight for my life...
Will you love the world now?
I'm in the fight for my life...
My life my life...my life...ooooohhhawwhhh

Bridge:

Who gone love the world today, I say, who gone love the world today? (4x)

Chorus (repeated)...
Track Name: Dreamer's Sadness (Ode to "Kool and The Gang") feat. Taylor Iman
Verse (Neak):

Yo, the motto shine bright never simmer, that lifestyle tatted to my inner, soul, never let a dream glimmer, leave it beyond flicker, where you barely give it life.....a highway to liquor...a road to depression, swimming pool for sinners, don't know where you going tuxedo'd out at the devil's dinner, meaning he's feeding you words, leave you broken down, stressed, and even discou-raged from being called, so our dreaming is blurs when you royalty it's more to me than dreams deferred, coming of age, platform leave me torn, medicine, is thoughts to my IPhone lettering, pile up paintings form in lover's lane sketching in, means it's from the heart when I say it unlike many men uh, I can make amends with life if what I'm doing fails, it's when I don't try, and what ifs all sail to the back of minds like what he could've been if he been a little stronger in the grind, Lord knows, dead dreams wouldn't wish em on my own foes it's hard watching pain sit up on an old rose, life's cycle goes young, old, back again, double dutch, take control, look within it's on you to be the best you that ever did it if you don't write your own stories believe it's taken lies with it I can't say enough legacy is all we got your only mark what you plan to blot, I plan to leave a path tailored to my kid's kids, and show em life's biggest lesson's is to give, it's not about you, it's not about the fruit, you're born with, the power's for the less fortunate and how you pull em through, it's one life and one shot, I'm hear to give it all I got....God knows....

Chorus (Taylor Iman):

Dreamer Sadness, beyond the thoughts within my mind....
Dreamer Sadness, I heard you know when it's your time....
Dreamer Sadness, wide awake living a lucid life...
Dreamer Sadness, this time I hope I get it right...I guess I'll give it one more try.....

Bridge (Taylor Iman):

Repeat of Chorus…

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