A Possible EP?

Yeah I'm thinking I need to put something out. I mean I have some music I'm pushin for summer coming along as we speak. But, I think I need to carry out a new short run project. I got kats trynah buy my mixtpae twice. I guess that means it's time to give the people some new hard copy material again. Make some untaxed scratch at the same time. Probably, move the EP on that slidin scale between 3-5 bucks... seven or so songs... Perhaps a hidden track or two... We'll see. It will definitely be worth the while...

Here's a possible intro track...


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i'm on a wall tour bombing with cans...
crylons like claws attatched to my hands...
taggin up plans, while my peers is baggin up scam...
dishin and fishin scalin the whale
some can't deal end up head in a pail,
decapitated by life.. excited by the flickering lights take flight
on dreams... by any means spitting rhymes, lines blowin off steam...
we too poor to be showing off cream...
my legs sore reason why i lean... not a gangster
neither are i fein..
not dependent on prescriptions from yo clinic
seen my image in a couple magazines
been on the tv screen
the international news, who would'ah knew
what this individual could do
now I'm diggin in pockets collectin my due
just might be on the way to collect from you

you ain't slick fam. no not at all,
use'ah push over, wind blow you probably fall...

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Alright so I was writing again. You know what I do, I make a loop, I write to that loop. This right here is basically I think easy to decipher. It’s talking about… well you figure it out…

only a matter uh time for we make it to the finished line
sitting here lookin a picture of your flawless design
been workin the mines for a long time, a long wait
diggin in the crates, needle down deliverin fate…
what does it take to make the voices stop echoin
I’m trynah get settled in… black is what the pot kettled them
Excedrin, or music soothin savage beast
midnight run cut brief, infiltrated by the thought police
call me logan slowly downloading, mp3 endcoding
hard drive, wise exploding expose-in truth…
caught up in the grooves, amused by your muse
where they say the grass is greener it’s actually brown…
it’s underground, is what I have found
and for that fact I’m in love with her sound…