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How We Kept On

by Artisan P

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1.
The Feeling 01:40
It’s the Artisan Poetic, peep the aesthetic A certain mystique, and an aura magnetic Don’t miss the show, you might just regret it With lights on I let it keep nights warm and hellish This heat I feel it, it’s melting all the speakers It’s got me hot and like I’m sweating out a fever Just that alone turned me into believer So now I pledge allegiance to my stereo receiver All of this I tend to see it as a rebirth So don’t lose the feeling, because it may never return Lost to another realm floating through the ether I relish in these moments because it could always be worse I teeter with a pressure I don’t understand but I’m feeling such a pleasure when the mic is in my hand I had some broken spirits, but now they’re on the mend And I’m learning all the things I thought I’d never comprehend I’m unstoppable, incredibly phenomenal The most honorable, penning down these chronicles I tackle obstacles, it ain’t even a problem though Easy like the breeze by the seas in the tropicals I make an illusion appealing to the opticals The way I’m moving is solid because I got control Your noise pollution is rotten because it’s got no soul I keep improving because losing just isn’t optional
2.
Lucky 02:46
You can find me up with the sun Little rebel on the run, mom’s son of a gun Dad stayed loyal to the beat of the drum Blood rich with the culture and soil we’re from The adolescent was spoiled with joy and some love Oh, what it was all like to be young I hope you’d be proud of how far we’ve come And all the work we do to so the battle is won We’re still waging war with all the demons we know I’m ringing alarms when hell starts to snow And so I repeat the mantra that we’re told Grow a little wiser with a life on the road We can spend hours trying to figure it out Just a healthy habit that i kept as a child It’s a great feeling that humbles me now Here’s hope to a luck that’ll never run out — Tell me how'd I get so lucky? Friends and family, aww yeah it must be I owe it to you all, yeah just trust me So lucky, lucky — You can find me up with the moon A child of the night and a student of the blues Under a pale light with a bottle of brew Getting lifted so that I can have a better view I gotta a few words that I tend to misuse It all depends on what I'm tryna pursue I’m unglued, loose like the root of my tooth Really unaware of these greetings can do But who knew? Shoulders lent to time spent You have no idea how much that really meant Got a tight bond from beginning to the end This is how we chill from today to the next It’s a cold world, and we wanna feel the burn Putting into practice everything we’ve learned Getting shit done is my main concern And taking every single thing I work to deserve — Tell me how'd I get so lucky? Friends and family, aww yeah it must be I owe it to you all, yeah just trust me So lucky, lucky
3.
At any rate, I’m similar to heavyweights Heavy hitter spitter, never stopping for commercial breaks The words formulate in a way to illustrate The picture in my mind of what I think’s a better place Looking for the emcees, where the pros at? Rap therapy so that I could get my soul back Made a dotted line all across the road map Yellow submarine rolling on like a Volkswag That old swag, stories of an old mack Catch me reminiscing every week on some throwbacks You better know that I’m always on my own track Following your wave would put me way below that I’m on your mind, while I be on my bullshit It’s so sick, shit, we are just full of it Pull up and sit, join me for a minute Let the drummer kick, let the bass get up in it — What’s this? you gotta to bump this The world is yours if you want it! What’s this? You gotta trust this the world is yours if you want it! What’s this? you gotta bump this The world is yours if you want it! What’s this? You gotta love this The world is yours if you want it! — At any rate, I’m willing to facilitate And delegate these flames to the mics I incinerate You sit and wait on idols that you emulate I’m based in reality and not in the life you simulate I’m busy stacking, I’m tryna put on bigger weight In devious ways, that’s my strongest sinner’s trait Before it escalates, I’m-a have to set it straight Sign along the lines, dot my eyes and fill in the blanks Under the surface, I’m digging into goldmines Look into the eyes of a man who sees both sides With the foresight to read tells like road signs Following the leader doesn’t help when you’re both blind It’s all based on what you can deliver And how to stand out and not sound so similar The world can make you feel like a miniature Speck of a fuck that I can administer — What’s this? you gotta to bump this The world is yours if you want it! What’s this? You gotta trust this the world is yours if you want it! What’s this? you gotta bump this The world is yours if you want it! What’s this? You gotta love this The world is yours if you want it!
4.
…And you will know us by the rumble of the drum The boom bap thunderous, the sign of the troublesome The work starts just soon as the sun is up Methods used to outpace all the runner ups The earth will shake from the mics that I bust Along with all the records that proof is cutting up A way to find meaning in the beauty of the beat And even at first it had me weak at the knees Go and add a little bit of sweet poetry Sing a lullaby so the kids go to sleep I long for the days that turn into weeks That turn to opportunities to get me off my feet I’m sweating from the heat, 90 plus degrees I’m stirring up a storm that’ll devastate the east Beats for feast is all I can foresee If it’s the dope shit, just ask and you’ll receive — … and you will hear it when all the trouble comes The what what? That boom-bap thunderous! — It triggers the orchestra of nightly car alarms We’re known to set it off in the proper ambiance We above beyond, and when we link we strong And on point no matter what number drink we’re on These new trends got me feeling like a skeptic And hesitant of the intentions you step with I ain’t threatened, or even feel offended Cos if it’s all love, turn it up to eleven The music is a blessing, use it as a lesson We’re using all our talents and efforts we’ve invested Hoping that it leads us all in the right direction Instead of being blinded by the gleam of lavish embellishes Bone crushing, got the earth busting Knew we got it jumping, we saw everybody running You can’t escape all the greatness that’s becoming From the type of cats making something out of nothing — … and you will hear it when all the trouble comes The what what? That boom-bap thunderous!
5.
Shine 02:45
Oh it's alright, get your shine on - Tropical decor, sand scattered on the floor I raise my glass up, so I can have another pour A metaphor I’m sure, a painstaking allure The sunshine beams as the vision obscures Woke up from dreams of champagne splashes All the glitz and glory is more than I imagined We wanna gain status and plaques displayed in platinum From instructing you to keep your hands up and at ’em We wanna be big timers, big willy style I’m jet setting scenes and I’m in your city now It’s really wild, come correct with the sound Proof sets em up, and P shuts em down So eloquent with the flow and the penmanship Every single breath is another chance at excellence I shine bright when you sit me next to elegance Get it right and see yourself with the best of them — Oh it's alright, get your shine on -- Open up the blinds, and saw the sky marvelous Bliss under the sun that consumes all of us Seize the day, suddenly I see in the ways Comfortably counting up all the reasons to get paid Like, i got needs for some bleeding Jesus pieces Just enough to shine along with aunts and nieces For good reason, drop some jewels that you believe in Stay out the bookings and have a bless-ed weekend Challenge accepted, running wild and reckless Used to keep it subtle, now we do it for attention Went from penny pinching to counting up all these pensions Now I’m selling, no discretion, no question I don’t have a lot, but I'm rich in my mind The thrill of the grind, the will to make it out of a bind So let the record shine, and for real gimme mine So I can keep living cos we’re running outta time -- Oh it's alright, get your shine on Shine on
6.
Don’t even try to argue with the fact We straight connect when we link up on the track To keep the bread up, you’d think that I’d be fed up Too much’s at stake, so I gotta watch my back We came up on the school of the hard knocks Early on I saw between the haves and have nots So I held with pride on all the things that I got Like a breathe of courage to take you down a bad block It’s about time that we came to take the stage And quality is everything in every single way Long were the days of the minimum wage And now the stock’s rising at an astonishing rate I’m thankful to the grave, hold it down I got it made I’m wealthy with all the love I’m receiving everyday And to think this could all go away It hit me now got me caught up in a daze — Neo-noir as a part of the repertoire I spit a bar that’ll make you wanna pay the cover charge Don’t be alarmed when we go to take this far I’ll be hitting up all the spots on the boulevard But this world is at a standstill So I stay sparked like the hot end of a candle Marauding ears out at all different angles Along with the company of misfits and vandals My grip upon the microphone’s a strangle It’s got me hooked I could never let this thing Or at least until I raise up with a halo I’m loyal to the game, everyday staying faithful And at night I seem to find myself awake Among the unsung ones plotting to escape But to think that this could all go away It hit me now got me caught up in a...

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released September 4, 2020

Tracks 1 & 9* produced by Mondrian Loop
Tracks 2-6, 8**, 10-14* produced by DJ Proof
Track 7** produced by Baked Plissken
Photography (front/back) by Louie Castro-Garcia
CD Design by Artisan P

*Bonus Instrumental Tracks
**Bonus Non-Album Track

Recorded and Mixed at the Citronella Room
Tallahassee, FL

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Underground rapper from Florida. A mix of boom-bap and lo-fi hip-hop.

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