Floetry In Motion

by Edgar Allen Floe & J Wheels

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Justus League artist Edgar Allen Floe teams up with producer J Wheels to deliver "Floetry In Motion". Features special guests Royce da 5'9", Nottz, Termanology, LaToiya Williams and more.

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released June 19, 2012

Nottz Appears Courtesy of Teamsta Entertainment Music
Royce da 5'9" Appears Courtesy of Slaughterhouse
Termanology Appears Courtesy of Nature Sounds
Carlitta Durand Appears Courtesy of herself, some waings and a few sips of Red Bull
Jon Bibbs Appears Courtesy of Jon Bibbs Company
LaToiya Williams Appears Courtesy of herself
Nakia Madry Appears Courtesy of Peach Fuzz Entertainment
K'bana Blaq Appears Courtesy of Peach Fuzz Entertainment
Chris Whitaker Appears Courtesy of himself
DJ Flash Appears Courtesy of Hall of Justus Music Group
Hamza the 7th Sun Appears Courtesy of himself
Chaundon Appears courtesy of Golden Era Music Inc.
L.E.G.A.C.Y. Appears courtesy of S.I.N. Music


Executive Produced by: Daryl Sams & Jeffery Wheeler

Mastered by: Slicemysta and Edgar Allen Floe @ Corporate Floe Studios, Durham NC

Marketing & Publicity: MCEO Records, LLC & Mass Media Group llc

Edgar Allen Floe Legal: MCEO Records, LLC
J Wheels Legal: Mass Media Group llc

Photography: Dexter Cohan
Design: J Wheels

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Edgar Allen Floe Durham, North Carolina

Edgar Allen Floe is an award winning hip hop artist from North Carolina, gaining acclaim as a member of the hip hop collective, The Justus League.

In 2011, he was nominated for a Juno Award for his work on the song "Don't Turn Around" with Canadian emcee Ghettosocks. In the same year, "Don't Turn Around" had also won an ECMA Award for "Rap Single Of The Year".
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Track Name: Floetry In Motion (feat. Nakia Madry & Hamza The 7th Sun)
(Intro)

Let’s do it
You’ve just pressed play to NC
You also just pressed play to VA
Some of the best we got to offer y’all, yeah
Why not join forces? Yeah
He’s back, check it out

(Verse 1)

You are now tuned in to the finest name in hip hop
Edgar Allen Floe, you ready when my shit drops?
Worldwide I get props
I’m the manifestation of when you say that bullshit should get dropped
True School of Hard Knocks, looking for large flocks
of party people that’s not afraid to use your noodle
Try it, don’t let them fool you
I’m so real, let me break it down to you
Doing my own thing and still winning
Been representing Caroline since the beginning
But I Don’t Know Why, some wanna keep hating the Superfly
But I’mma stay grounded, with my Head to the Sky
and that’s The Realest Talk
You frontin’ on mine like your career’s my fault
I ain’t say commit the crime and leave your footprint
I ain’t drive you downtown to Central Booking
Pissed off at me, why you Jealous B?
Reason why I Love The Game, ‘cause we all can eat (word)
Mighty Floe Young
Pounding my chest and wreck your city like King Kong
No gold plaques, so Where Did I Go Wrong
Fans say Don’t Stop, so I’mma roll on (keep rollin’)
Now I present to you, the return of what’s gone
The truth, I put that on My Two Moms
Floetry In Motion

(Chorus: Nakia Mandry)

Floetry In Motion
Keep on rolling, don’t look back
You’re on your way (you’re on your way)
You’re on your way (you’re on your way)

(Repeat)

(Outro: Hamza The 7th Sun)

Somebody tell me the reason there’s more
squeezing than reading
I know violence is pleasing, but trust me
Books got more niggas shook like Rooks backed up by Pawns
You can’t back up your Queen with arms because
One move made wrong, shorty gonna be showing her thong and
once your King has lost his Kong
You’ll only be called another monkey locked inside a circus cage

(End)
Track Name: I Don't Know Why
I Don’t Know Why

(Intro)

Yeah, Edgar Allen Floe
My homie J Wheels
VA to NC, we do it like this
yeah, I don’t know
I don’t know man, yeah
Let’s speak on it though (c’mon), ayo

(Verse 1)

It’s like, the clock’s forever move making
while you sitting on your ass, scared of move shaking
They asked what you wanted to be when you was younger
now your life you just wanting to flee, you going under
Dreams of an architect, now for self you lost respect
but you can build a lot before you cash the boss’s check
A foundation built on Knowledge of Self
even though the scholars thinking only college will help
You can move from the bottom up, brick by brick
Step back, notice your progress tick by tick
tock by tock, nail your thoughts stick by stick
By choosing the right hammer, ‘cause clip by clip
You could see some delays, missed deadlines and fines
or on the front page, with the headline of crime
It’s hard to do right, let’s try to level the playing field
You scared to say this is the house that your brain built

(Chorus: Ad Libs)

I don’t know, why is that
What’s really going on out here man
Let’s be real for a second
Nobody can give me an answer
Nobody can speak the truth
I tell you one thing though
Floe’s gonna give it to you
Let’s go, c’mon

(Verse 2)

Aye yo, and I know why, you just don’t give a fuck
and I know why, you just wanna live it up
With fly chains and cars, steady buying out the bar
‘cause that shit feels good, superstardom like it’s Hollywood
North Carolina’s capital we call it Raleighwood
kids idolize ballers and shit I probably would
If I was their age, ‘cause the parents ain’t making the grade
kids unguided, the bond is fading away
It used to take a village, to raise one child
now the village runs wild, exchanging crack viles
weed sacks, and bongs, what the hell is going on
then they blame this generation for the wrong
Take a good look in the mirror momma
a grown ass child, that’s where your daughter got the drama, and uh
I ain’t forget about you father
Scared to shaq up, biological didn’t bother, wow

(Chorus: Ad Libs 2)

Yeah, where y’all at man
can anybody, anybody out there, give me an answer
What’s up yo? What you think about that?
Let’s get down to it man
We gotta start digging real deep, you know
Yeah

(Outro: Ad Libs 3)

That’s real man
EA Floe, North Caroline
J Wheels, VA
We represent the real man
We got to speak on it man
Ain’t nobody else speaking on it
Need to break it down man
Let’s go

(End)
Track Name: Where Did I Go Wrong
(Verse 1)

Let’s do it
You witnessing the life of a survivor
Turned wrongs to right
the theme of my life, still every day’s a fight
A struggle trying to bubble
But tough to win through troubled winds
Please believe me, I wish life was more breezy
Not necessarily easy, ‘cause trials plus error
Equals perseverance you can measure
A buried treasure
And I know the game is to be sold not told
but some of y’all value that fool’s gold
See that’s a little fame, and that’s a little fortune
but the bond with your homies you sold it at the auction
The nerve of these dudes, you better move with caution
I’ve seen jealousy fire back too often
This is so awkward, I try to lead by example
The principals of what a man should do
Keep it real with your peers, you see that’s the rule
Yo I thought it’s oh so easy to catch the jewel, but

(Chorus: Ad Libs)

Just tell me, what happened
I don’t understand
I drop knowledge, you should pick it up man
Ok

(Verse 2)

Yeah
See I don’t know either, you got a little fever
So you trap all your peeps in a room full of ether
But give me one chance to teach ya
Just because you hot, don’t make you invincible, believe bruh
Yessir, Floe got the best words
They say revenge on ice is how it’s best served
And that’s what my comrades heard
So we fall back and chill, plotting before we get ill
It ain’t all about the dollar bill
‘cause them greenbacks don’t mean jack
and ain’t the reason for the attack
It’s when loyalty gets hijacked
You let it crash and burn, so now it’s your turn
The sabotage is camouflaged, grab the head nigga in charge
Manhandle him, stiching him and bandage him
The nerve while we beating his ass, pleading
There’s just one question I have to ask

(Chours: Ad Libs 2)

What question, you serious?
Nah, stop playing man
I don’t wanna hear that
Whatever

(End)
Track Name: Head To The Sky (feat. Jon Bibbs)
(Intro: Jon Bibbs)

Keep your head to the sky

(Repeat x 2)

(Verse 1)

Yeah, ready for a newer day, ready to view the way
In the midst of surprise is where the rude awake
He used to sleep on the wrong side of the bed
Instead, switched to the right side, and opened his bright eyes
Sick of the game, sick of the pain
of feeling like it’s ok to be slain
10th grade, once again, doors are full of chains
Glock found, school on lockdown, everyone stop now
bring in the cops (wow), patrolling the hallways all day
in his hood, all same
Mad guns and drugs, yo the scene is bugged
How can a 15 year old rise above
They all knowing he smart, but they hide the love
They think he’ll just fail, if he try to budge
But why all of a sudden he wanna reach the top?
His momma told him “baby just don’t stop”
You better keep…

(Chorus: Jon Bibbs)

Keep your head to the sky
(keep it up yall
keep it up to the sky, sky, sky, sky, yeah)

(Repeat)

(Verse 2)

Aye yo, ready for another night, and feeling all right
Lounging, bumping The Undefined’s “Moonlight”
A college bound senior, making believers out of naysayers
girlfriends be screaming “hey player”
Cutting class for kats whose straight hypocrite
with slick talk, and a business card from VistaPrint
Scheming to make a star out of the hour glass figure
But this girl is thinking much bigger
While her friends steady choosing between hate or love
she falls back, she already seen “Player’s Club”
so kill that strip tease, you ain’t gonna trick me
I’m trying to make a career that fits me
So the boys call her names, girls call her lame
Losing her best friends for fake fame
So as the tears run down her cheek she’s getting weak
But she ain’t never meeting defeat
She’s gonna keep…

(Chorus x 2)

(Verse 3)

Aye yo, and to the woman trying to get out the house
Feeling there’s no way out, getting abuse by a spouse
and all you hear is negative out his mouth
But the truth is this ain’t what love is all about
To them dudes cooking it up in the kitchen
wanting out of the game, but needs someone to listen
Before another brother becomes a victim
Let him strive while alive, gotta share a little wisdom
To those living in fear and you can hardly take it
when your entire family’s saying you’ll never make it
From grandmas to in-laws been sore
‘cause your thoughts ain’t never been poor, get yours
To Floe Almighty, keep dropping real verses
I need encouragement too my dude, I ain’t perfect
Patience and your greatness will soon surface
When you manifest your destiny, it’s all worth it

(Chorus x 5)

(End)
Track Name: Jealous (Keep On Pushin') (feat. Chaundon, L.E.G.A.C.Y., & K'bana Blaq)
(Chours: K’Bana Blaq)

We always getting better
There’s no way to stop us
We always keep on pushin
We always keep on pushin

(Verse 1: Chaundon)

These niggas got Erick Sermon contacts on
Logging on like why the fuck Chaundon on?
If they was nice, they would be in my place
rocking shows state to state
Busting nuts in every groupie ho face
But they not, they stuck behind a laptop screen
9 to 5ing, surviving, while I’m living my dream
So sick that my 16s are keeping my lights on
Flew back from Beaverton, free pair of Nikes on
Pray for my downfall, I ain’t slipping
Passport stamped up, nigga I ain’t tripping
Fuck y’all, so what you don’t like me
Get online and spite me
I’ll make another joint like Spike Lee
Get in my lane, run you over like Frogger
Wack niggas who failed as rappers became bloggers
Am I wrong? You niggas hear the truth in the song
Press rewind and we can all sing along
Deuces

(Chorus x 2)

(Verse 2: L.E.G.A.C.Y.)

Push off, push out, pussy with their deuche out
Blew off, blew out, standing with that kush out
I push off, like I’m going for the rebound
I flew off, I don’t fuck with these clowns
I crush them quick, is he Bozo or Homey
Can’t touch the kid, I’m Billy, you know me
I’ll make you famous with a gang of regulators
Middle finger still the same, aimed at the best haters
Trust I gotta good aim, fuck all that hood fame
That notoriety could leave you with a few brains
Don’t get John F’ed, don’t call me conscious
More like smartness, taken out of context
They don’t want this, suicide launches
This is no bomb threat, more of a promise
I’m kind of like the film, Carolina bastard what
And I’mma push it ‘til that casket shuts

(Chorus x 2)

(Verse 3: Edgar Allen Floe)

Aye yo, Floe is a phenomenon (man that dude is the shit)
To show and prove it to you let’s take a trip
With your street smarts is where your feet start
The road to success is where hustling meets heart
Tough when your peeps talk
‘cause they ain’t gotta tall glass of both
Wonder how overseers got them cornered on the ropes
Lightweight moving with heavy weight
You out of your league
Wanna be Ali but can’t bob and weave
Now you fucked up, your face is full of Vaseline
Such a weak prize fighter thinking you matching me
I’m in a league of my own homes, check out my Floezone
Chillin’ sitting on an ice cold throne
King of the Cool, straight stinging your fools
My weapon’s a lethal injection, you quiet as kept and
Aquarius water, don’t get lost in the sea, sea, sea
Floetry In Motion, yo you still Walking With E?

(End)
Track Name: Central Booking
(Verse 1)

Watch the steps you take, confronted by a swarm of jakes
If anything, try Keeping the Faith
A tough task just to get out safe
If you got African traits
You’ll catch bullets before catching a case
Check my Letters to a Young Brother, Manifest Your Destiny
Can it be, hip hop’s Hill Harper, yes indeed
The overseers got no respect for a face blacker
So everyday I’m living proof to you that Race Matters
Scoping your hood, the D’s quick to arrest the resident
When they should respect intelligence
My Message to The Blackman is real rap
Whether you a city gun slinger or deal crack
Still an Invisible Man, on a dangerous plight
Straight chillin’ like a villain homie Soul on Ice
Your whole life is in your hands, you rolling the dice
Blame momma for all the drama, Is Bill Cosby Right?
I think we gotta deeper issue to grasp
‘cause mommas deal with they own shit
Some are mentally homeless
Like When The Levees Broke, we’ve been hurricaned with pain
The Mis-Education of the Negro reigns
And Floe brings food to the brain
‘cause you could be penniless, or a Fourty Million Dollar Slave
and even if you know the ledge, the cops are still on edge
Your rights could still be read with handcuffs
Restraining you from beating the odds
They be shackling all of ours, From Niggas To Gods
Shoving us in a cop car, sending us to Central Booking
A long night ahead of us is how it’s looking

(Ad Libs)

How the hell I get in this shit man
They got me in this back seat, locked down
Headed downtown, shit is crazy man

(Verse 2)

To be processed can snatch all of your joy
Some call it a Conspiracy To Destroy Black Boys
Now you hit with a probable cause affidavit
Then you getting smacked with a criminal complaint, shit
Don’t forget the mug shot, then the finger print
First time offense? So, they issue you a SID
A rap sheet, no pad no pen
But now they hip to hop on your black ass again
Yeah I know what you thinking
I don’t need A Hand To Guide Me
I’m trying to help you guide your own hands
Know What I Mean?
You got remanded? Better watch your behavior
No righteous flavor, no Isis Papers
To put to good use, just jail, a tight crib
No focus for brothers on How To Eat To Live
Just locked up and locked down, never gets better
Incarceration based upon The Willie Lynch Letters
But what about the Metu Neter, the tree of life?
If you never see the runway, you can never take flight, aiight
You Young, Rich, and Dangerous to them
Young in your lifetime and so much to win
Rich in your history, plus your pockets ain’t slim
Dangerous, ‘cause you know Floe, consulting with him
Gotta just Do You, but do it right and have fun with it
Floe Almighty, the track sums up The Covenant

(End)
Track Name: Superfly (feat. Termanology & Nakia Madry)
(Intro)

Yep, Termanology
Edgar Allen Floe, yeah
J Wheels on the track, yeah
Superfly shit

(Verse 1: Edgar Allen Floe)

Yo, as soon as I hit your town
And both Wallabees hit the ground
I expect you to kiss the crown or kneel down
’cause y’all ain’t fucking with him
Better be up to listen, and feel this touch of wisdom
or simply another victim, once again his pride hit him
Right on his ass, took an L so fast
trying to see a W, now see ICU
Remember Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down?
But now chumps get trumped, how does defeat sound?
’cause Floe will Texas hold ‘em, then shape and mold them
To a fake pro with play dough, tried to told him
You thinking you large, yeah you might’ve outsold him
but my shit hold weight, so truly I out-globe him
He wanna be a leader homie, I don’t know him
How can I follow when with ease I could fold him
I do my thing and keep my B.I. private
So check for the true leader, witness the Superfly shit

(Chorus: Nakia Madry)

You know who he is, you know what he is
The kid is so Superfly, Superfly

(Repeat)

(Verse 2: Edgar Allen Floe)

State of the art shit and you the prime target
But taking you on ain’t really what I call a bargain
See I don’t deal with the fakes, you’re too late
so your bread I won’t break to try to fill my dinner plate
‘cause the loaf is so poisonous
You think it’s a dream and can’t believe
Floe’s exposing the boy in us
and boy it’s tough, your boy ain’t tough
he just be on that premium helium, I enjoy his bluff
So gassed up, thinking he flying high
The latter of Ride or Die, that’s what he gets for trying I
Now the boy and earth collide, and he asking the god why
Floe Almighty sitting high, boy what a smart guy
I max well, chillax well, when I attack yell
You still get thrown over crowd like a packed jail (overcrowded)
Up next is Murder Mass, really though
‘cause Term is a man knowing the ledge
But y’all don’t hear me though (Termanolgy)

(Chorus x 2)

(Verse 3: Termanology)

I ain’t got paper so I don’t bring the Range out
But I got a burner that’ll blow your brains out
I’m drizzling rain in a sizzling rain drought
Cocaine droughts is out, we just made South
You sucka ducks meet a slut, then you marry it
I got heavy flow like a ho on her period
I’m seriously hilarious, but I’m serious
After I damage it I throw a bitch out the Marriott
I’m feeling it, brilliant rhymes I got millions
really it’s real, Shakespeare should be my alias
the way my poetry flow it be so strenuous
All of these venomous menace’s sentences will end quick
You know the rest, these hoes is so obsessed
Me and Edgar Allen Floe on this J Wheels shit
It’s like Prince and Mike Jack with Quincy
20 years ago, check the flow, so crispy
Like my Air Ones, cut in my fade
And my blade will chop up drugs that’s high grade
I’ve been hustling, since a young boy so why change
I’m on the run, got five IDs and five names, I’m made
What a shame, they blame this Hip Hop for violence
Just imagine if there wasn’t no rap
Then every rapper that rap, probably be packing gats
I probably be a maniac, eating your children like snacks
I’m a monster

(Chorus x 2)

(End)
Track Name: Mighty Floe Young (feat. Nottz & Royce da 5'9")
(Verse 1: Nottz)

Little nigga I’m a muthafucking monster
I drool when I talk shit
Crumble and die throughout the paths I done walked
Eyes stay blood red, ‘cause I ain’t slept in a hundred years
I’m one vampire that bust head your tough guy
Thinking you can fuck with the boy (uh uh, damn lie)
‘Nuff dem die and fry for that shit nigga
Know what your gotdamn problem is
(Click, Click) I ain’t think so bitch
Sit your monkey ass on down
Before I put your monkey ass on down
Like you were wild from a zoo
Nottz Raw rings bells from here to Kalamazoo
You ain’t gotta like my shit, nigga fuck you
It’s a billion of muthafuckin’ opinions that mean something
and a fourth of that be frontin’
The other 75% fuck with that real Hip Hop, bitch stop
Hold up before a nigga go nuts

(Scratch Chorus: DJ Flash)

Real niggas only, Five Nine
I be the Five Star Genereal
Edgar Allen Floe is that dude
Trust me I’m as live as it gets
Nottz Raw, nigga I’m that shit
Aw shit look at the muthafucking Wheels
Edgar Allen Floe, Royce Five Nine
The illest

(Verse 2: Edgar Allen Floe)

Aye yo, you get slapped up in VA
Transported to NC
Now who the fuck wanna see E
10 o’clock news got your face up on the TV
Missing muthafuck from my clutches he wanna be free
Break my shackles, Kunta Kinte slave
Nah homie, sit your ass down Toby
The god speaks Mathematics, I will bring noise
‘cause this year, in my cipher I build and destroy
This is grown man shit little boy, you still potty training
Straight out of Raleigh blazing, you still probably hate it
and Floe is going ape shit, breaking the laws of the matrix
For you there’s no escaping, L you facing
So take this, a strong word of advice
Stay the fuck out my path, you truly value your life?
Edgar Allen Floe is lethal, 1 over 0
Keeping it Undefined, no effort, but still shine

(Scratch Chorus)

(Verse 3: Royce Da 5’9”)

Nikkel, Nigga Run
Nottz asks me for anything
It’s Young Berg’s career, done
Extended cartridge, I call you niggas food
‘cause you get hands put on you in any market
Besides rolling with Gs, it’s my crew
Responsible for the No-Fly Zone in the D
You come through, you better call somebody
‘cause we don’t care
We’ll leave with your legs and leave you a wheelchair
We’ll sit in your bushes prepared for a shootout
With a couple extra militias and pushers
If you don’t get it, you can’t get it, forget it
We run the city, the bitch with me she pretty
She pretty, she’ll bring the kitty to the vet
Nigga I’m lethal, I’ll take your whole city on
All I need is me and ten of my people
Nigga I’m a winner, my bitch name is Victoria
I go hard, they call me a go to warrior
Out

(Scratch Chorus)

(End)
Track Name: Don't Stop (feat. LaToiya Williams)
(Chorus: LaToiya Williams)

Baby baby, please don’t stop

(Repeat x 4)

(Verse 1)

Aye yo, check the scene, so serene
Lounging in my rest
No one here to impress but a great King, no less
Working hard to keep the throne secure
And the homeland pure
Them haters won’t trespass for sure
And Floe’s position, of the utmost respect
So the third eye stays wide to see that respect reflect
I’m sick of hearing stories about that lost black girl
But what’s up with the sistas in the entertainment world
Overall they doing good, overall they looking good
Overall they making good, over all of Hollywood
Young and old, and while very few find gold
Most struggle as the job search turns cold shoulder
No choice but to get bolder
And your comfort zone’s over there somewhere
But you get closer to stardom and fame
But don’t change your original aim
Conquer the game

(Chorus x 4)

(Verse 2)

You see, Regina King stays queen
Nia Long stays strong
While Paula Jai Parker stays getting her groove on
Bucky naked
Sanaa Lathan’s getting the shine
But it’s an unfair grind for her limited spot time
Love and Basketball to Nip Tuck
Better known to Edgar Allen Floe as Tit Fuck
Halle opened up the door and opportunity called you
But it’s actually the back door to the Monster’s Ballroom
Tom, Dick, and Harry be loving some Halle Berry
Thinking they can smash at will
Reminds me of when Pam Grier was blaxploited
Drop your top, cop a feel
Play your cards right, but they don’t show you how to deal
No matter whose shuffling, she’s still struggling
She’s still juggling Code of Ethics plus pride
Keep your respect level high, continue to strive
‘cause you got strong brothas on your side

(Chorus x 4)

(Bridge: LaToiya Williams)

Keep on believing, hey, don’t stop
I know it gets hard sometimes, don’t stop
Don’t, please

(Verse 3)

Can’t you picture it now
See the capacity crowd
See the land of smiles
Where she never asks to be proud
See the little ones keeping their head high
Beautiful eyes can fly skyward
Opened up by my words
But you’re the one who helped clear the path
Now the whole world can recognize and feel the wrath
You see it right
Preserve the picture so it’ll last
Yo we gotta build this All-Star Cast

(Chorus x 8)

Never give up, hold on to your dreams

(Repeat with Chorus)

(End)
Track Name: Caroline
(Intro)

Uh huh, this is Edgar Allen Floe right here
J Wheels
I’m about to take y’all where I reside at man
This is where I rest at
You’re about to witness greatness, check it

(Verse 1)

Yeah, welcome to NC where we show love
Got the most distinguished gentlemen
Plus our own thugs
Can’t be repping just one city
A hundred counties be getting busy
I’mma just glide statewide, yo you riding with me?
Grab shotgun now, and buckle up
Some grab the shotgun while you knuckle up
Unfair you say, but them young boys don’t play
Even OGs low key, hustling old and gray
In North Click, there’s two sides to Raleigh-Durham
One side hates visitors, and they probably hurt them
Other side takes pride in southern hospitality
Hunger pains, step inside the house and grab a seat
Somebody’s momma can show you the soul food
And even sip with you, even if she don’t know you
There’s so much to reveal and it’s about time
Shine Caroline shine Caroline shine

(Chorus)

You so fine, Caroline
Such a dime, Caroline
You so fine, Caroline
Share what’s mine, Caroline

(Verse 2)

Yeah, this is North Caro L-I-N-A
The freshest garments, stay fly all day
That’s Fayettenam shit, they don’t try to stay paid
They hit the target, bullseye, get cake
What up Wilson, they call it Wide Awake
You caught sleeping you could lie in grave
Danger, strangers decide to escape
Wrong turn, concern won’t hide from your face
When you in North Cack
Floe’s chillin’, Actionvillian
Is willing to hit him with skill and realism, feel him
They all feel me son, from here to Wilmington
when I used to hustle Undefined demos
Hell no, you ain’t holding me back my mellow
I’m changing the game like the four from Greensboro
So get in where you sit in and rep the whole team
I’m telling you mayne
Carolina’s walk is so mean

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

In North Cock-It-Back, a deeper meaning to that
More than bullshit at your party with notorious gats
Check it, worldwide they respect the athletics
Cocking back the basketball and hockey stick, best at it
It’s a habit that we won’t break and not up for debate
Even I got some high school varsity tapes
Highlights of my B-Ball highlife
Stayed on the rise right
Slam dunk, keep the fans eyes bright
In North Cakalak, you’ll get lapped around the track
Either sprinting or long distance contend for The Olympics
And college, of course UNC is the truth
But you can’t forget about our HBCUs
NC Central and A&T, something that you gotta see
Aggies vs Eagle is classic like this track is
She got it all, flyest you ever saw
This is Carolina homie, just thought I’d remind y’all

(Chorus)

(End)
Track Name: Two Moms (feat. Chris Whitaker)
(Intro)

Yeah, my two moms

(Verse 1)

Gloria Jean Sams, born June 29th
Smile of heaven, mother of seven, and full of life
Daryl Sams is her first born, yo that’s me
The only one of her seeds to see her happy
In the midst of the pain and heartache
I wish we could’ve lived where everything was all straight
A lot of memories were great
Even though the tough ones still haunt me at night
Caught in my sight
But let the good times roll, yo I was eight years old
when we raced in the street, no shoes, all feet
Fifty yard dash, aw man you was fast
I’m glad I was broke and didn’t bet no cash
Two years before, we’re at the seashore
Best times I ever had
In the midst of horseshoe crabs and jellyfish
Everything outside was irrelevant to mother and son

(Chorus: Chris Whitaker)

Wish I could see through
See deep into you
And know what you’re thinking now

(Repeat)

(Verse 2)

Deborah Sams Harmon, born on January 26
Same day as mine, boy life is so slick
Genius even
My Aunt Debbie used to visit on the weekend
And noticed my life was so hard
At age ten she took me in to legally guard
Even though she had a son and worked two jobs
But she gave her nephew a chance to advance
And for the first time I measured my wing span
Then I started to fly
One, two, third eye
And recognized I was a unique guy
Soaring through the clouds
Played it smart with my style
Auntie so proud
Mommy and Child is how she made me feel
But even kept it more real
By making sure I would know my momma Gloria still
I’m so glad you both opened your arms
Double good luck charms, I love my two moms

(Chorus x 2)

(Bridge)

I got this picture
It was taken at my college graduation
It was me in the middle
My mother on my right side
And my Aunt Debbie on the left side
That was one of the most happiest days of my life
Just knowing what we’ve all been through
So this song right here
Is a bouquet of roses for both of y’all
I love you

(Chorus x 8)

(End)
Track Name: I Love The Game
(Intro)

Yeah, I love this man
This game yo, it’s so beautiful man
Word up, ain’t nothing like it at all
All the glamour and the glitz
the positivity man
What more can I say man

(Verse 1)

Yeah, aye yo I think I might be lying to y’all
This game is full of fog
Worse yet, hazardous California smog
Rap dudes so jaded and quick to ball hog
Wanna be the power forward, but only five feet tall
Coaches get played terribly by the A&Rs
With stupid ass decisions so the team ain’t getting far
But keep playing boy, keep lacing your hi tops
While the CEO gets brain in the skybox

(Chorus: Ad Libs)

Ok, ok, ok, man, aiight, aiight

It ain’t all beautiful man, ok, aiight
I’ll be real with you, you know what I’m saying
You got your glamour and your glitz
You got your positivity man
But a lot of this shit yo
A lot of this hustle man, it’s some bullshit yo
That’s real

(Verse 2)

Yeah, once again I think I’m lying to y’all
Yeah the game gets raw, and sickening
But that’s not all
While the ball hogs stay on that swine shit
I stay an All-Star and adjust to the climate
Keeping my skills tight, running suicides every night
So I’m destined to win
without catching my second wind
Now the coaches wanna grin
Start admiring my moves
I know I’m that dude, but I stay cool
And that’s my number one rule
The game helped deliver the fans
But it’s up to me to stay true
They respect my point of view
And that’s all I need
Ex out the fame, ex out the greed
And by all means you can label me
MCEO yo, teach you to showboat
With your mental as well as your physical
Being one dimensional, so hypocritical

(Chorus: Ad Libs 2)

And I’mma tell you why man
This world we live in
It’s three dimensional man
That’s reality, you know what I’m saying
If you live your life one dimensional
You’re not living in reality yo
And a lot of people in this game is like that man
And that’s the yin to this yang man
Yang to this yin, you know

(Verse 3)

Yeah, aye yo I think I’ll spit the truth to y’all
It’ll catch you if you fall
My words should be followed as law
Nobody in the game wants to think about the end
But then, the thoughts will start to cross your mind
Even for I, wonder when I’ll put down the pen
When the love for this is never to be found again?
When the ball hog now’s my one and only friend?
Or when the coach treats me like I’m less than a man?
Man, it can’t be planned
Yo I wonder when it’s time to exit
How will I stand, how will I feel
When I look over to my fam
Will I still see love in the eyes of my fans?
Only thing I can do is be comfortable
With the figure in the mirror
Making sure my mind’s clearer
And even if I never see the Hall of Fame
I wouldn’t change anything yo
I love the game

(Chorus: Ad Libs 3)

All the sacrifice, all the hard work
All the dedication, all the time and the effort man
In the end yo, it’s been real, it’s been hard
But I just love it man
I love this game yo

(End)
Track Name: The Realest Talk (feat. Carlitta Durand)
(Intro)

Yeah, aye Wheels man
When I heard this joint right here
The pen just hit the pad man
Real quick like
I don’t know if it’s gonna be on the album
I don’t really care man
I just had to express my feelings man
Deep down inside, yeah, check this out

(Verse 1)

You got, brothers outside, trying to stay alive
But nobody truly understands how they feel inside
Similarities of when Jesus was crucified
But his form of resurrection is suicide
Now who am I, not the religious type
But I learn from life, hoping to keep my spirit right
So here’s the light, take it in spite of
all your hand-me-downs from your family tree
Just follow E
‘cause on the inside, I know you sit and hide
I know you stay satisfied with just getting by
I know you’ve been told you shouldn’t ask God why
But nobody notices all your hard tries
So the tears fly, the doves cry
But your principal, keep them invisible
You fail to excel and it gets to you
But you keep it bottled up
How did it gets so full
You better drain away the pain
So hazardous on the brain, a Molotov flame
It’s all a game
Now your reality’s needing a case quarter
Robbery, Manslaughter
Kidnap, click clack, from North Cock-It-Back
To your neck of the woods, nah it ain’t all good
New neighbors in your hood
Community turns to Fed Land
Cop shots blaming the crime on a dead man

(Chorus: Carlitta Durand)

Relations change and pave the way
Decisions lead to the path we take
Always asking whose to blame
You made your way, it’ll never change

(Repeat)

(Verse 2)

So now we outside, living worldwide
On the front line, battling for the grand prize
And it’s simply to have the power to decide
What to do with my own life
Travel on a soul flight
Beyond race, gender, and class
I see so much we can explore
Leave your inhibitions at the door
Right next to your wallet
This is how we make a real prophet, with logic
You knock this? Well you ain’t understand yo
Everybody won’t grasp it, but maybe your man though
Each One Teach One, like father to son
Or even like son to father when the father didn’t bother
Maybe the father was wilding, conniving
The streets keep his 4-5 live with no jiving
Drugs keep the nostrils plugged, nose diving
Took the most dangerous plunge and stroke idling
And why is it when brothers get caught
They blame it on just him, it’s all his fault
See it’s more than just right vs wrong
How about weak vs strong
A fake king vs a designated pawn
Now it’s your move, but see really the pawns rule
They got power to strategize how all march through
So it starts with you
And if he don’t understand the power of one
Yo I don’t blame son

(Chorus x 2)

(Break: Ad Libs)

Sometimes you gotta just express yourself man
Just get it out, you know what I’m saying?
I don’t even know
if kats are gonna understand this track right here
But I do know there’s a lot of people out there
Worldwide that just don’t want to deal with the
Everyday 9 to 5s
And the everyday modern world activities
So if you got something deep down inside man
That may not be the norm
It may not be what everybody else may be thinking
Express it man, express yourself
You never know what you can accomplish man
This is what I call “The Realest Talk”, yeah

(Chorus x 2, then Slow Chorus)

(End)