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by Has-Lo

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Coming to stores November 15, 2011
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released November 15, 2011


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Track Name: Reincarnate (prod. Audible Doctor)
I make pussycat rap acts boogie and dash
Like I’m dog the bookie, I bully a track
Look behind Has-Lo’s eyes, a hive mind
I fight inside for inner peace with each side
Ironic. I’ll bit your head off
Hand you your necklace back. Put some ice on it
Life’s boring, I sleep mine away
Dream lucidly, try and see how deep I can fade
It’s bugged. Take a stroll in my subconscious
Where foul thoughts crumble the walls that block it
Mentally I’m crooked and cracked
White man say it’s ‘hood in me, could it be that?
I reflect and repel, I’m out of your reach
Too r-a-w for retail
I’m deep like hellraiser’s box, heavenly release
I’m imperfect. The wings made me complete
In my past life I rolled with a thief
Young knight, priest and a cleric
Still roll with me in spirit
I died in the field
Now I reincarnate and battle the beat
Track Name: Face In Disguise | prod. Exile
Verse 1:
Stee official, connect wisdom to build jewels
The measure of man defined in what he lived through
The usual theme, you dead in the sea
Stuck juggling work you hate but you do it for cream
I know your lifestyle, guzzle a pint in cola
Get drunk, twist up cigars and roll blunts
The father let his seed know he smoked buds
They wonder where you be in your work, you never show up
Beyond the warm face really hating my life
My grandmother says “you need to put your faith into Christ”
And yet, waning in faith, I hate her advice
An atheist right? To pray in the sky, a face in disguise
Well beyond saying I’m blessed to say I’m alive
Awaiting a sign from god, meanwhile failing to rise
And what’s the point really? I spend the week
Plotting a scheme to get filthy, or let the stress kill me
If I’m cutting you off the love that I had was built cheap
You holding a grudge? Feel free
I’m holding mines even in the realm of death
Or you read it in your XXL mag in depth
Or on the internet in the web
Cross me and we’ll be enemies til we in the next
For of energy. ‘cause if we enter beef that was how it’s meant to be.

Verse 2:
Fear and bias. Besides the beat hearing silence
You’d rather I’m revered and pious. Inside I mirror violence
What’s real to keep me writing? I’m sick of rhyming
Like a fever sinus. Choke as if I’m breathing heat and fire
Inhaling the smoke’ll seizure my lungs
The brain suffocates, struggling to stay away I’m feeling tired
Only I got an obligation to reveal the science
We deadly as the combination of a beer and driving
Or you could knowledge on my gem and you can be enlightened
Only it’s up to you, we like wolves in our habitat
Hunger had us hunting the truth
We living like an animal in fear running from you
I can’t do it. How could we evolve from being gorillas into humans?
Believe a theory of evolution from Darwin?
As if god was trying a kind of procedure, and the lab was the garden
Either way you stay alive or you die trying
In areas you might’ve failed where as I triumph
Maybe you knew the ledge and without seeing I jump
Or you could die up in the mix for pie crumbs
It’s all a gamble and to win you a stake
You jump in the pit and swim with the sharks and venomous snakes
The pressure is harsh and maybe I was destined to break
Stay official when your brothers are fake
Track Name: Never Was Yours (produced by Kev Brown)
Verse 1:
So much weight in the hands of fate,
In the hands of time, as it passes by
And I have less to say, and I’m past my prime
And you listen when I spit, but you can’t relate
‘cause I’m a relic. Better I should leave you with this
And you see me as I am, than a reason to quit
This is me. The kid with the sick granny
Who dreamed I could sit pretty, and I could lift grammys
And I was better off rich
and now I’m older with issues the money can’t fix
how naïve that I could be
I exist in the guise of a life complete
I compete to win though I lose myself
In a penthouse room, with a view from hell
Wow, take a look…
Say the hook.

When your money ain’t right it seems like everything’s wrong
‘cause everything is
When your love ain’t life it feels like everything’s gone
‘cause everything is
And you search for it, and you hurt for it
And you promise each other you’ll work on it
And you might have to let it go free ‘cause it never was yours
But that’s everything.

Verse 2:
So…when I’m old and gray
And the flesh on the bone wouldn’t hold
And corrodes away…from the root
This is but a truth, this is nothing new
This is me running from the moon I spend
Every night wide awake.
Fighting sleep like it was the cousin of death
Nothing left in the pen
Stressed ‘cause the raps don’t fit,
and the flows don’t work, and the words come less,
and verse won’t stretch like it used to
and I spit much more than I’m moved to
it’s like, being cuffed to a foul friend
now and then you remember how it was
but how it is now is a far cry from it
better off dumping it but you hang with it out of love
kinda bugged…kinda nuts.

When your money ain’t right it seems like everything’s wrong
‘cause everything is
When your love ain’t life it feels like everything’s gone
‘cause everything is
And you search for it, and you hurt for it
And you promise each other you’ll work on it
And you might have to let it go free ‘cause it never was yours
But that’s everything.
Track Name: Light Years (prod. J-Zone)
Verse 1:
The feelin of deep risin
We devisin a scheme to keep shinin
Within the warzone the flash from the heat firin,
Is bright as a police high beam
Only alluring as aromas of kind-bud in tight leaves
Sick of street corner ciphers and freestylin
They ain’t your mans even though it seemed like him
Ignorin the fact, that getting high leaves your mind weak
Tryin to drink away the pain of dealin with shiest peeps
In retro, resemblin a play that I’m in, Has hyphen,
The lead character. I designed him
Tirin of fake friendship, money is bindin
Emcees gettin jerked in contracts in fine print
It’s wicked. Whether the dusk or tide shifted
The elements’ll always k.i.m to move with it,
Or get lost within the blizzard
It’s from a jam in the park, to coliseums at a half-yard a ticket
Descriptive…of how hip hop evolved, we all
Bound by honor is all. Without partners
I still blow. transmittin a subliminal vision
Within the rhythm of your calypso soundtrack
Or its based around that. My team is more than a lounge act, I found that
The moment you begin to stop bein callous and show love
Then you only get a small ounce back
And so to profit, manipulatin your mind is logic
What you feel is really a dance is symbolic
To how we all really feel inside about it
It’s not a pop quiz seein what cops did in watts then…
Compared to now, I don’t see a difference
Police still beat the niggas and harass all the women
Whatever. I’m not the first feelin that
It’s what we all couldn’t put in a rap or never said it
I rep’ this…

Energy kinetic

Verse 2:
Kinetic. Inhaling a breath quick
I stalk in the concrete and metal edges, a murder method
The jungle is oppressive
I grew beyond lovin the slums are wretched, a king’s essence
I move lightyears ahead of a caveman’s intelligence
Next level of, plottin a course ahead of us
Spectre of a once and forever king
Rumblin basslines are harder than the armor in the brinks
Seein tracks peak on the meter-bridge, that’s me
Not in the old crew you seen him with, that’s me
Mental as deep as the black sea
The gods sayin “that’s peace” buildin on the way today’s math reads
As molecules diffuse into the mic, innocent and unaware, livin your life
It’s thick like a novel of Tolstoy
A black kid impregnates the system hustlin coke, cracks and boy
A trap, it’s kinetic
We still dead men. They just focused on the Middle East terrorism
But Has-Lo bombs like Hasan Izz-Al-Din
And tell you take it easy like the song that Traum sings
And with the music bein a source or forum of sorts
Where all of us speak out and we record them
Talk of our opinion or views put on a disc and you bought them
Some got enhanced portions
And it reflects whether unsure of or in support of
Still, look alive, an epidemic’s upon us, You know?
…Look alive and epidemic’s upon

Track Name: Maxell UR
From the moment of my conception
The foot of my fate using the effort of every muscle he could in his frame
To put on his weight, to push on the gas peddle
Propellin me here, to be the cat you might’ve slept on
Who deads your career
Is destiny. All I had to do was stay alive
Biding my time waitin for a sign to arrive
It came in the form of L.L.’s tape
The one that had the same title as the picture on the front of the case
9 years young in ’88, Rob Base
Easy E, Cube, Ren & Dre, G and Kane
Hammer on the first lp, EPMD
Nike, Reebok, Fila
Scrape a little tar off the curb, hold the needle on your spinning top
Dubbin the cassettes on my double deck boom box
Funny 3-quarter length tube socks
Run to the Koreans on the ave for a stop watch
Until the next thing; black, red & green
Black power, and Islam and talks by Farrakhan
Pete Rock and the Mecca Don
Groomed in the game by an array of all of the ultimate in rap ever
In any era to do it. ’92: Redman, ’93: Black Moon
I’m into high school, mad puerto ricans
In came the Wu-Tang, everything changed
The world of hip hop watched Rza make 7 straight classics
Nas shredded my dome with Illmatic
I spent ’95 married to the Mobb
When a mixtape used to be a Maxell U-R
S&S, Tony Touch, Clue and Doo Wop
Me and mike used to swap lps in class
He let me hold both Jeru and Gang Starr
We’d bang a joint like 3 days and trade off
When the real heads owned and shaped the heart and the soul of the art
That we authored and sold
Until them devils strong armed the control
And now it’s all corporate, but I ain’t in the pulpit
I just remember Tribe. I just remember walkin to the store in the summertime
To cop Stakes Is High
I just remember Com’ Sense, Bootcamp Clik
Black scully hats and my first pair of timbs
I saw rappers locked up, saw them get free
I saw rappers lose their careers over beef
I saw rappers on coke, crack, weed and d
I saw them in their prime die younger than me
I saw Biggie die on the eve of Life After Death
To see him alive in the video is eerie inside
Murdered by his own people. I guess ‘Pac wasn’t enough
I thought that all we got is us
The world of hip hop had hardly even gotten up
Then Big L took a frickin bullet in the brain a couple of weeks past
When my born day came, and Freaky Ty from the Lost Boyz got slain
And Big Pun’s health caught up and his heart failed him
We sat angered ‘cause we ain’t have the power to save him
But all things come to an end. Spring, summer to fall
Winter to spring and summer again
Now I’m hearin hip hop is dust in the wind
6 feet deep covered in dirt and dead under my timbs
Like it was one of our peeps, so we keep the essence alive
‘cause that’s the way that some of us live
I feel the hunger in my stomach and ribs
I’d rather starve for my craft, than slob for the math
And it’s a couple cats holdin it down
but in the mainstream current overflow and they drown

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