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The Feeling
01:40
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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
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Lucky
02:46
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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
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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
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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
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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
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World is Yours
02:55
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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
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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!
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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
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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!
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4. |
Trouble Comes
02:44
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…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
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… and you will hear it when all the trouble comes
The what what? That boom-bap thunderous!
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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
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… and you will hear it when all the trouble comes
The what what? That boom-bap thunderous!
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Shine
02:45
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Oh it's alright, get your shine on
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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
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Oh it's alright, get your shine on
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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
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Oh it's alright, get your shine on
Shine on
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6. |
Daze (feat. DJ Proof)
02:39
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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
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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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Artisan P Tallahassee, Florida
Underground rapper from Florida. A mix of boom-bap and lo-fi hip-hop.
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