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Follow My Lead

by Tribe Of Levi

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verse 1 (MICjordan): I wear my poker face leaving all my cards showing that's my state of mind when I take time to start a poem NOT how the billboard charts are goin', listen, pimpin' ain't easy, but it isn't as hard as ho'in! and which are you when you listen to the radio and switch to that which them do, like Pharoahe said it's fellatio that ain't rap, it's cookie cutter crap for kids (play-doh!) out to get paid dough by labels? you'll be amazed bro how your profits manage to stay below your overhead you can go platinum while promotions blow your bread, so you're broke on the back end but still owe the feds I need that kind of success like a hole in the head so when I say I stay down, it's because I know the ledge and when I spit the flavor's nasty like a bite of moldy bread what a waste to chase these clowns when I could try to grow instead if the day comes that I cease to learn, I'll know I'm dead! (skratches) verse 2 (Poor) Yo, whatever happened to them hyphy niggas? (What happened to them niggas?) Oh, they graduated. (Oh.) While some buy into a lifestyle exaggerated Cristal faded on champagne dreams and all the lies and bullshit that this game brings it's hard to breathe or rap about rap for me 'cause I don't sell bricks or chip tricks from trends I see so we get labeled as "conscious" (oh, you're conscious?) but I'd rather get labeled "real nigga spittin' raps that ain't nonsense" That category holds no glory, end of game end of story, end up broke with no fame, so rap to me was like a way to release, I hit the open mics and flowed it right and became a beast we get love in the streets, from OGs to the youngstas true, some hate, but never say shit amongst us paid it no mind and kept it movin like they panhandlin' we stay jammin' like Bob with banging beats from Bannon! (skratches)
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(Verse 1: Poor) Future beings seeing the big picture, and it's picture-perfect travel the time continuum to tamper with our purpose planted their chromosomes inside the beasts' bones then gave birth to a new nome, and flew back home left clones in Egypt and Rome, and taught tech and spoke rumors of lost ships, scribes, and hieroglyphs they built their messages in monuments the bread crumbs for their clans that can acknowledge it. The wormhole walkers, camouflaged in flesh the cattle's destination is death, each step calculated from a mind elevated with time collecting knowledge of a thousand lives, and never die Dark side of Johnny Five on Planet Unknown, whose orbit intercepts with our own--if we can call it ours black holes are dead stars, and the next is Mars get far with advanced mechanics from gold bars (Hook:) Up up up and away we go Baby we got miles to go Flying high and hiding low Let the music take control (Verse 2: NowOrNever) Arrival from the sky, a watching eye just like a spy the unseen craft flies, observing the stash, high over clouds as it dives to the ocean and hides in the abyss where they existed previous to the ride 'cause their planet had dried and cause the fires to rise forced to journey or die, with fate decided by time faster than the speed of light they journeyed back to the shine of the sun of which they came from, discarded behind from generations before, the destination's unsure but achievable, deceiving to the ones who explored with limited resource while they're decreasing the force they navigate the face of the galaxy's free course top speeds through the dark, seeking historical landmarks like street signs, left by the elders who planned smart predicted in their texts, yo they sketched and mapped charts, but here on Planet Earth is where their newest impact starts (Hook) (Verse 3: MICjordan) You and I are livestock, for real, folks know that still, we don't ask "who owns this ranch?" Go back to antiquity, our ancestors said of man's history we were given civilization pretty much instantly including math, medicine, how to harvest grain and more Elohim, Anakim, the names of those who came before they brought gifts mixed with curses like how to write and say words what to pray for, to whom, even how to slay with swords enslaved through pain and horror, what's insane is it's just a game for creators of pawns they arm to wage wars man doesn't understand but still he pays for agendas hidden beneath they initially came for. If it's true we're doomed, what are we blamed for when we're groomed through wounds that persistently stay raw? We presume they're tombs and the pyramids ain't more, seen anew [Anu], what they're doing is opening space's door (Hook)
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(Verse 1: NowOrNever) (Take it back) From the days when the first Africans became slaves and got carted away in the American trade there's one word they conveyed, they told them "Nigger, obey!" Hit 'em with whips, and told 'em "this is how you behave" so we adapted the name, 'cause it was trained and ingrained as prominent as a stain, we trace it back through the veins it's an expression of pain, games, losses and gains violent history that blissfully gets linked in the chain of events that's like cement, the foundational plane, rebel nations and gangs that organized for a change that brought the party to the block instead of murderous aims what I'm trying to explain's how hip-hop became inflamed, untamed and vulgar with street slang religious folks complained, saying "y'all should be ashamed" so, is it hip-hop or America to blame? On a mission, see 'em wishing, trying to stake their claims (Verse 2: MICjordan) I think I can tell the moment it happened in retrospect: the LP NWA made after Ice Cube left was their highest-charting album ever, but at the same time somehow severed their ties to clever reflections on social endeavors, politics, whatever once captured the essence of California in notes and letters. I can prove it: look at how they moved over time. on Straight Outta Compton, when Cube wrote the the rhymes in every line combined the word "Nigga" is used 46 times; THAT was called profuse and decried! Efil4zaggin blew minds but wasn't thought provoking; the beats were tight as fuck, it was shorter & they said "nigga" four times as much! So, what's the problem? How's this, for a start: if one record's entertainment, and the other one's art, how come the less authentic work hit number one on the charts? How's it go down like that, and exactly what part do the artists themselves play? None of us are self-made, just caught up in something larger than us and propelled away. What's sad is so few of us use that thrust to elevate, or even illustrate how we got into this hellish state! (Verse 3: Poor) We put our trust in these politicians, without a pot to piss in, crying and bitching, still relying on the system truths, they twist 'em, their coverups, we forget 'em, and their mistakes are forgiven that's why we're getting nowhere faster than you can spell "Katrina" the Golden Rule gatekeeper, slave mind ringleaders got control of your soul with Rock N' Roll, a universal remote and a customized billfold the Bohemian Grove is no joke laugh if you wanna, these daggers don't NEED cloaks we breathe smoke from the evil aviation, the population's devastation is what we're facing (but what?) But you don't hear me though since you can't really say what's real on the radio if this song was called "Ho, you're my bitch" and edited a little bit, it would be the shit! Obama ain't nothin' but a president P came to represent and hold it down like laminates fuck the whole cabinet and future candidates cops killing kids handcuffed is so scandalous hip-hop nowadays is on some Hanson shit, like "oh no, not another track about the government!" Bitch, go to a rave if you're afraid I'm from Tribe of Levi, TPR, plus The Cave!
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(Verse 1: MICjordan) There's no such thing as failure, only a chance to to learn Hard Knock School hall pass, foot in the ass to earn the success and insight, so when we get it, we deserve it life's perverse twists that surface might have a bigger purpose so when the Most High gives me a harsh sentence, I serve it my person is confined in these bars but as the words drift the limits suggest questions that undermine the boundaries heat applied to sound and beats proceeds from a foundry I found in me when I was six and other kids were clowning me for my hand-me-down fits, 'cause my mama wasn't brown as me 'cause my hand was always up, questioning what's around me now I'm in the mix, it's benefits to being down with me but detriments too, I was too hesitant to spring the trap if you told me as a kid that I'd grow up to sing and rap I'd have let out an obscene laugh, sneered audibly, unaware of how I would be steered causally, but no matter how large or small they seem, I can't honestly call these things regrets 'cause they're still a part of me (it's all a part of me)
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(Verse 1: Poor) It all started with a smile and wave, I met this super babe bad to the bone, named Jade, cool as shade she had legs and she knew how to use 'em like nunchucks lovestruck and lost in the lust, I tell you what, I walked up as if my life depended on it to see and introduce myself so I could get acquainted to queen and she told me she couldn't fly, even though she had wings so it seemed like the same old "I got a man" scheme crushing dreams, but this honeybee had a sweet tooth plus her jumpsuit screamed she fiends the fruit juice played it cool like footloose, and got the seven digits she called me the next morning moaning, saying I should visit yeah, now that's the business, got over in an instant I walked through the entrance on some candlelight and incense shit her back bent when I was rubbing on her tentacles getting physical, curling toes, you know I'm trying to get it! (Hook) (Verse 2: Poor) It all started with an innocent argument, the ignorant conflict the shit came with furious consequence common sense should have killed this ill stage of events she says I'm less of a man, I say she's more of a bitch then we erupt with wild words and such, I'm in love and all shook up, should I cut and put my bags in the truck, or should I stay and work hard to get us out of this slump? I want freedom, but this ain't enough! Drastic decisions will have you living lonely but staying imprisoned is not the vision for me so I contemplate my escape before it's too late I try to skate and feel a fucking fist across my face! Composure's displaced and pride hurt too, now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do? My reaction was absent-minded, blinded by rage real drama, epic saga you can't see on a stage, 'cause, uh... (Hook) (Verse 3: NowOrNever) Ay yo, this fly young beauty's a cutie, and she pursued me a true treasure chest with nice breasts and booty and some dark red lips, as she approached me with a doobie and a sparkle in her bloodshot eyes just like a ruby told me a joke that had me laughing in pain and then explained by going out that she had something to gain plus the house all to herself, and she wanted to entertain when I sat up on her couch, she started picking my brain kicked back, relaxed at where this cat lived 'cause she's attractive, sexually active the type of chick to throw a fit up on the mattress sort of held captive by her ass with a fatness we cheered glasses, thinking "I'm 'bout to tap this and work her like a blacksmith," she granted me access reached for the rubber 'cause she might be trying to trap guests catchin' the F just like a pornographic actress
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MVP 01:56
(Verse 1: Poor) She likes fresh strawberries and whipped cream, chic pink panties with sheer seams, a freak with clear needs aims to please, she spanks and squeeze fingernails get dug in the sheets, you find her G fine with me in the heat of the moment taste the sweets, find the key and you own it, she calls me names, bumps back with a bang not your everyday average dame or Plain Jane. Ropes and swings is her habitual forte' her thing is forced foreplay in alleys and doorways she stays wet always, it's no need to lubricate, plays the game super great so haters, they super hate! It's written all over her face, and she loves it gets touched in public, hands glide down her stomach Little Miss Fuck It, sat on a roughneck climaxed and ain't done yet, she loves sex (Verse 2: MICjordan) she's orally fixated; loves lollipops and cigarettes licks her lips, gets 'em wet, plants a kiss on your neck, her tongue flicks and pecks probes for erogenous zones, she speaks French and moans as she swallows me whole, my teeth clench when we awaken, she seeks sensation, impatient, when I tease, she screams "please, I need deep penetration" knuckles white as she pushes back, look at that, she's chino-latina but from here she's looking black leave the sheets crooked, wrapped around tangled limbs, nocturnal missions, discrete engagements, the lights stay dim she's laying against my legs with a glazed chin saying "maybe we shoulda stayed friends..." I'm like, why play pretend? original aims amend, but we maintained our arrangement, so let the games begin
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(Verse 1: MICjordan) Conversations cause consternation concentrating on all of my statements and each comment, hating how everything gets lost in translation like improper conjugations Merde, je pouvais parler en francais c'est etranger, mais meme si c'est fou, je vais rester though all words seem to twist, avant qu'elle entend-- c'est porquoi elle ne me comprend pas, vraiment! Wishing I could spend a day with Mom, I could use her advice, no matter how much I pray on the situation, the strife increases, confuses, it's ruthless, this weight in my life just trying to say shit right! phone calls, letters, whatever, nothing ever seems to penetrate! Our relationship disintegrates, we're coming apart, derailed like a bus crash with a BART both mad, thinking "look at what you've done with my heart!" It's stunning, what starts as loving friendship crumbles when expectations come in, stunting communication. Fuck this minefield, my mind feels it's best to say nothing, just try and deal with the distance but over time my resistance yields 'til I slipped and fell out of love... so why do I miss her still?
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Stay Up 03:27
(Verse 1: MICjordan) What's it mean to make decisions? What does a life consist of? it seems like fate's revisions to our psyches leave us tripped up, 'til past mistakes become a massive weight; the path to a basketcase happens faster than a cracked glass breaks. You might say "that's great, so what," but hold up pain's the only thing we're guaranteed just for showing up beyond that, it's whether you're in control enough to meet your goals if yours is blowing up, come correct: hold your nuts! But you'll find they disappear when your mind gets too worldly if your glory days were high school, you climaxed too early if you risk gettin' sprayed, hittin' licks to get paid, then you isn't a renegade, you're the system's frickin' slave! Evolve or degenerate, that's the choice we face basically; push the pace or race lazily, integrate or hate racially, relate truth creatively or fake flagrantly remake Earth into Hades, or let it stay a great place to be (Bridge 1: MICjordan) thanks and praise to the Creator that made us for His grace every day when I wake up gettin high is just the start when I blaze up I'm finna stay up stay up is our destiny a legacy of greatness? or will we go out like suckers for the pay stubs? elevate above the hatred, raise up my nigga, stay up stay up (Verse 2: NowOrNever) All upon the record I proceed to let the art shine with simple efforts and speeds, seeking to far find a hard climb, seeing mind, working over part time who left us all behind, kneeling at the starting line, y'all? How it's designed don't make a dollar or dime know whether people start resorting to a bottle of wine and swallowing pride, collectively bizarro besides the sorrow inside, they wait and let tomorrow decide, and hide behind the rides of all the media jive while we think we're living large we're stuck medium size while seeking to find a beacon like graffiti provides that helps to advance the technique from where we derived as true skills survive, the will will still guide and drive 'til we arrive, for fulfillment or demise what they choose to advertise stays affecting our lives foolish to the wise, be advised to recognize how they pimp and hypnotize like a form of exercise desensitized to lies, disguising wicked alibis so we strive with open eyes, staying focused for the ride while the vibe they provide is just a lost sense of pride (Bridge 2: MICjordan) The best part of reality's what we make up until we harden our hearts getting caked up life's a bitch but I ain't ever tryin to break up I'm saying, stay up stay up
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(Verse 1: MICjordan) Battling Levi, you won't know whether to spit flows or prayers I break it down like pro debaters, corroding posers and haters Mic Jordan's lobo nature is a grisly motivator exposing fakers, froze 'cause you know I'm cold as glaciers 'cause my flow is major, I'll turn a foe into a glowing crater oh, you're sharp? I'm Edward Scissorhands holding razors so I suggest you get correct, 'cause if you ever disrespect, I'll lay you flatter than your little sister's chest trying to bite ENS you're better off drinking liquid lead mixed with arsenic and mercury, starting shit will certainly result in surgery on body parts that's ripped words release like a shotty cocked and spit like the one that shot Dick Cheney's homie's face, it's a stone-cold disgrace the way they perpetrate like phony jakes Donny Brasco-ass bastards sold their soul for papes, then drew heat and rattatatatted to stop the chatter like acting hard changed the fact that they're soft rappers. What are these cats after? What's the purpose of this conditioning? It's odd like dogs with chicken feet, women in in awe religiously of cats who'd rather proposition me and I'm not homophobic, but things have gotten so distorted that guys with perms and more jewels than girls are normal for us and a cat who can't rap can blow up performin a chorus on a crappy cookie cutter beat crammed with corny verses. I crack corneas, creating crazy compositions complete complex concepts relating thoughts and visions play it on a knockin system, or you'll miss the full effect I'm like a getaway car crash, I drop jewels and wreck, nikka! (Verse 2: Poor) Ayo, my town's got 'wrappers' like Brach's, like it or not it's the P still holding his crotch, and Holden C, off top I rock the sure shot, at your local short stop wreck flows and get props, the cream of the crop and that the way it's gonna be, 'cause I got it like Wal*Mart the rhyming Allspark, already considered an old fart, a menace to a Guinness, chess, checkers, spades and rhythms I mastered hip-hop without having to master gimmicks! The sore thumb that's on one, sonning sun running from no one, a Shogun from Sacto to Folsom my tongue's so cold, it made my throat numb and hoes come the flow's awesome, spit flame like Dhalsim over war drums you want some? These dum-dums let Levi collide up on the same track To hijack the lime from these lame cats, who play rap stay back or get scorched, we run with the torch to set flames to a sucker's porch, oh, oh, of course it's the T (T)-R-I-B, E, O-F to the motherfuckin' L, E-V-I! (Verse 3: NowOrNever) So peep the guy sharp enough to pierce a hole in the sky just like a bullet aimed high, peep the force of the Tribe as we strive and walk wise while the goal's to survive with all my people perservering here, controlling their lives and that's why we stay inventive, we got the proper incentives refreshing styles replenish and clears up them blemishes wise from the genesis, instead of pissed I reminisce of endless venomous nemesis who just tend to dis snakes hiss, still I persist to exist and make hits, sacking the quarterback, the team's on a blitz with rich wits, while y'all square peg cats is misfits the ritz life of glamour and glitz is not it! It's a game of pimps and tricks, politics, call it quits my folks is hella broke with a focus to find a fix bricks that the builder refused to ever pick can benefit the people that need it up in the mix!
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(Verse 1: NowOrNever) Well, the name is NowOrNever from the Levi crew up in Northern California, best believe I do represent the streets of Cali here when we ride through as the Tribe brings the vibe known to revive you we get you loose, the music touches like a masseuse when in the booth producing no abuse of the truth, a deep boost that's the feeling that my people induce, with no excuse on top of these provocative loops from the days of the hungry young dudes we grew to pursue the true meaning of the world we knew here to manifest progression with my brethren Bru, I'm a grown-ass man, I got things to do! you might catch me at the spot, grubbin' on an apricot giving thanks for what I got while knocking some hip-hop we stop, drop, rock and roll all over the map for those taking a nap, we let 'em know where it's at (Verse 2: Poor) I'm from Sacto, the home of the Kings and big dreams the independent capitol of rap flows and schemes some say it seems we're up next on the scene so I'm a hold it down for my town and my team pump this in the streets, fat beats for your stereo or catch us in the pubs, getting love everywhere we go wreck shows and rock rhymes for the mental, L.B.'s on the instrumental, it's so essential we got credentials, utensils and tools to elevate the craft and make a path for the crew I don't deal with these fools playing cute to be cool I'm a grown-ass man, I got things to do! you might catch me at the lab up at Soundcap Audio or Omina Labs, or at my pad up in my barrio sorry, yo, I can't kick it on that nothing shit I'm trying to earn a quick grip, and nothing leads to nothing quick! (Verse 3: Bru Lei) I live in Sacto, trying to stay sharp like an X-acto my clothes barely match yo, minority is black folk crack jokes about local acts, whether wack or dope I don't brag, I'm broke, I always got a bag of smoke the capitol of Cali in the valley, feel the Delta Breeze inhale the trees, for the encore they're yelling "please" commit felonies on melodies like selling D, with the Secret Recipe forever I'll be blessing beats we got potential, the paper's overdue I'm trying to get the green, I'm sick and tired of feeling blue a lot of these dudes compare Bru to Doom, I'm a grown-ass man, I got things to do! you might catch me with the Tribe, with my eyes on the prize trying to get the party live, but the crowd is so jive I'd rather smack a rapper than jack his swagger, Sactown, home of the original backpacker! (Verse 4: MICjordan) Yo, I'm from Sacto, where capital city capitalists plan urban management with hearts blacker than a panther's fist raised or engraved on the back of an Afro pick so when the DJ hits play like "yeah, that's the shit," that's a protest, tip my cap and a fifth, capitol S lowercase a-c-r-a-m-e-n-t, o, yes scene so fresh it doesn't even seem to have grown yet back again for the first time, these new jacks are old vets known to make bold bets, call you out, collect, we're swordsmen just posing as poets, it's no sweat I can lead or go next with perverse, superb words while you're perved off the purps, perplexed, my verse hurts process this progressive phonographic phonetic masterpiece and you'll find that you have to respect its majesty, and probably want to snatch and possess it, actually, it's not due to our artists' lack of an effort, tragically, we toil in obscurity, talk fluently, boss brutally, fools and fiends with doomed dreams trying to get loot to sing raw purity, our community's crawling with future kings, but usually we stupidly ruin things blast this in your whip, dope rhymes for your iPod, I'm 30 but I'm blowing up in my time, so why stop? getting respect while reppin' Sacramento, you can't tell me that our show or acts lack potential. we're not provincial, yo we're planning a move, I can smell the hate and wrath from fakes attacking my crew I know the rules, don't get caught outta pocket, this ain't pool, I'm a grown-ass man, I got things to do! You might catch me at a venue taking in a dope performance, or smashing out a cipher while blowing smoke on a corner. I apologize, but your gossip doesn't concern me; I make art by being honest, loving, and learning.
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Take It Easy 04:12
(Verse 1: Poor) I'm trying to keep hope alive without telling you jive duck behind some wicked disguise, distorting the vibe true, I ride on a different frequency, why the mutiny? "friendlies" at the murder scene, pointing out their scrutiny down another King, chopped from the jealousy dropped on a balcony, so what's this you're selling me? Ah, conspiracy secrets, you can keep this it came on a cheap disk, written on some sheep shit but I insist you peep the Act of State consists of actual facts of the case you must face stakes is high when you're dealing with crimes that's got a million motherfuckers sitting wishing you'd die and you swear you got it bad 'cause you got two haters? Live good now and try and worry 'bout it later! Stay about your paper, keep your mind on your goals and I'm a try to do the same and vibrate on these molds I know I touched a few souls in my day that overcame the hate one spark can light up a place, so don't forget it... (what you say?) I'm saying one spark can light up a place, so don't forget it (I know you're gonna miss me when I'm gone) That's why I ain't trippin' of hating, you know what I'm saying? Because I know some fools who were really, REALLY hated on. (Bridge: Poor) Oh, such-and-such is hatin' on you Don't worry 'bout it Nobody's got respect for your crew Don't worry 'bout it They telling lies and the rumors at school Don't worry 'bout it Pay your dues, do you, and get through Don't worry 'bout it (Hook: Poor) You gotta take it easy Yo we shakin' 'em off You gotta take it easy Ay yo we shakin' 'em off You gotta take it easy that's how we shakin' 'em off You gotta take it easy that's why we shakin' 'em off (Verse 2: MICjordan) I define my life as what I devote my attention to the things I think, see, taste, smell, touch, and listen to the focus of my consciousness is what I am driven to so I don't understand givin' headspace to niggas dissing you often shit that I do is misconstrued as intentionally rude or as hating, I'm just navigating essential moves honestly, it's kinda funny what ego can do; we ain't crew, why would I even BE thinking of you? But that's constantly true, so I try not to assume that other people's thoughts are consumed with plotting MY doom. Half the time when cats seem hostile, it's not because you're an obstacle to a goal they want to pursue or you're the object of desire of some broad they wanna screw, you probably just caught them in a rotten mood, 'cause their boss just chewed them out, or they're worried about a case they caught, or the bills long overdue on the place they bought face it, ock, in spite of what you want to be true, their thoughts do NOT constantly revolve around you! (the point) I'm making is that we're probably exaggerating our statements about how awfully bad all this obnoxious hating we're facing (is) affecting us... all this crab and barrel crap keeps us from stepping up and that just sucks, 'cause love is there for us to find, but caring so much about all the haters impairs our minds. (Hook) (Verse 3: NowOrNever) Ay yo, we all up in the same program, so what's the point of breaking at the joint if the connection's to anoint the purpose of a person is certain and undetermined so learning how to act and applying it is a burden people make mistakes, it's a humanistic trait so give the dude a break and wake him up instead of hate see, it's the state we create and if we can't associate or take the criticism when it's brought for you to face in any case, there's more than a billion different opinions so get your wins in, 'cause life is your dominion while others hate because they'll never relate to the path that you take when it ain't even their place that's why I keep it based on the lessons that's laced and never waste time with rumors that consumers debate separated from the bull, 'cause the goal's to elevate the controller of your fate, straight destined for something great (Bridge) (Hook)

about

This album was conceived, written and recorded in spring and summer of 2011, while we were still feeling inspired from our first trip to South By Southwest. Lee Bannon secured the beats for us and is due a lot of the credit for the overall sound and feel of this album. Special thanks to DJ Rated R and especially DJ El Conductor and DJ Mike Colossal for the extra fresh cuts and scratches and really grounding this record in the fundamental element of hiphop, which is DJing. Big ups to our TPR brothers Shaun Burner and Bru Lei for the amazing artwork and amazing lyrics, respectively. (Check for Shaun Burner's production and rhymes on our forthcoming album "Levitation: The 40 Year Lesson.") Pete Space and Ghosts Web at SoundCap Audio also deserve special recognition for going above and beyond the call of duty to really take us to the next level in terms of sound quality. Bump this in your whip or your iPod, through your laptop speakers or studio monitors, it'll bang regardless... and that's due in large part to the efforts of SoundCap's staff.

Please check out our videos as well!
"Things To Do": www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwbyzODmPQg
"Take It Easy": www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWcVTob2ny0

Keep an eye out for new solo projects by MICjordan at ensitenonstop.bandcamp.com, Poor Majesty at poor.bandcamp.com, and NowOrNever at www.reverbnation.com/noworneveroftol


for music by other TPR artists, please visit:

Agustus ThElefant at soundcloud.com/agustus-thelefant
Bru Lei at soundcloud.com/bru-lei
Century Got Bars at century1.bandcamp.com
Mahtie Bush at mahtiebush916.bandcamp.com
MICjordan at micjordan.bandcamp.com
MLS (Monotone and Lou Slug) at soundcloud.com/wearemls
Nome Nomadd at www.reverbnation.com/nomenomadd
NowOrNever (NON) at www.reverbnation.com/noworneveroftol
Old Ghost at oldghost1.bandcamp.com
Poor Majesty at poor.bandcamp.com
Styles1001 at styles1001.bandcamp.com
WesttKraven (AKA TheGreenRoom) at westtkraven.bandcamp.com

credits

released July 10, 2012

All tracks produced by Akili Beats except "The Up And Up" produced by Twiz the Beat Pro and "How It All Went Down," "MVP," "Things To Do" and "Take It Easy" produced by Lee Bannon

Big ups to BRU LEI, DJ EL CONDUCTOR, DJ MIKE COLOSSAL and DJ RATED R for blessing us with their expressions of hiphop!

All songs recorded, by Pete Space at SoundCap Audio, Sacramento, CA except "Language Barrier" recorded by MICjordan at Metroplex, Sacramento, CA and "MVP" recorded by Pete Space at SoundCap Audio and MICjordan at Metroplex.

All songs mixed and mastered by Pete Space and Ghosts Web at SoundCap Audio, Sacramento, CA

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