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In Case I Don't Make It

by Has-Lo

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G Heard this one a while ago. A dark, moody and good album. Not for parties, but for when you just wanna think. Favorite track: Kinetic Energy.
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Raymond Oyekanmi A very deep introspective album from Has-Lo.
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Heremia This album is as deep as it is timeless, love how much thought got thrown in on it. Glad to have revisited this piece of art.

Definitely an essential. Favorite track: Subliminal Oppression.
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Milky Creamcheese Mello Music Group has releases a lot of great music, this album is no exception. I am not sure which is more essential this album or the remix album (i.e. Conversation B). They are both great - so cop both if you got the cash on-hand. Favorite track: Untitled #1 (Hold On).
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Has-Lo - Utero Album: In Case I Don’t Make It 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
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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. Word. 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
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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. 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. 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.
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02:52
Sub atomic or sub ether I’m a sign of my time, align optics Head up display in the cockpit help me to bomb quick Down to poly and watch ya’ll trick, tear a club scene up You seen us. Shine like a laminated flick in your visa The pupil don’t rank to a teacher Pull your handbrake, ease up You fake, just an entertainer Who don’t really be up in the street, what! Descendant of an Asiatic Blackman or of Egypt I absorb the light from your weak sun And channel back through a disc This is too big to pass up, too much to risk In between a rock and a hard place You sell your soul for a bill with a large face With that said, is it life that the art imitates? Chase wealth like a fishhook and shark bait I wouldn’t beat you in the head with it Screaming on rap like I was clue or k-slay mixes Here’s another banger for you to pick up So you wouldn’t have to hang with them fake niggas I had a little sip so I can’t think right If you opposed to my skin type Then I’m assembling an army to roll and then strike Control the mind, pimp like It’s civil rights on the mic, fighting for equality While you be content to just live your life Within the hype and the media propaganda Beyond the lights, the action, the camera Between the hype man or the 1-2 throw your hands up You really shackled in handcuffs You wanna let go and fly… But either the sky’s the limit or the limit’s the sky You gotta take it up to a glass ceiling The height of meditation, you feel bent But you’re not though. It’s Has-Lo, I’m your guide A rap M.R.I, a mental massage I’m in it to rise and break free from the boundaries And travel over the center divide If men are derived of sand touched by the breath of life… Then that breath becomes ours, descendant of god And god becomes man and man will inherit the stars Effect and the cause, allah Fiber optics
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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 Kinetic Kinetic
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They say a man only takes so much and then snaps And they all seem shocked When his ass pulls up and pulls out On the room, when he’s pullin his tool back to cut When there’s no where to move and he shoots (rrrrat!) you’re done Water couldn’t help these flames While the breath in him yells praise his health seems grave If karma were so romantic This wouldn’t be a fantasy, I’d have a hammer with me I would roll to your street and fan you with heat Bet a flame explodes in the beak when the animal speaks It could all be so simple I wouldn’t have checked for you if I didn’t think you had somethin with you The one thing I ever wanted was honesty But honestly, how’d I ever think I would get it from you? A lot of niggas I had are livin in drag, it’s sad Though he’s shifty I’d give him a pass As if it wouldn’t come back to bite me Like he didn’t wear a mask and act just like me Hindsight’s 20/20 for me, it’s funny, you fucked me Even though the thrill in it’s dumb cheap I represented for you people Hell if I didn’t but Has isn’t who you cling to How could I respect how you livin? You’d sell me up a river, your image isn’t the real you What’s your limit?
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They say knowledge is power and love is wealth And to get right for what you love you go through hell I should’ve been in school way before now My hunger made it hard for me to focus on anything else If there’s somebody I could’ve atoned to for that I’d apologize like, yo I’m sorry My old earth hates the fact I be up in the crib ‘cause I couldn’t find a job while she works all week Mad arguments up in the rest Like, everything you ever owned in your life you got off me What’s the point of livin like that? I’m ‘noyed livin like that ‘cause if I get it like that I’d give right back But since money talks, money makes me out to be a liar If only we could battle I would tell you put your lines up When you come around people’s face light up You can’t buy happiness but you can take my love You can’t learn out a book how you gotta push And even though life is hard you get out what you put A life lesson makes school seem obsolete Cutting class runnin from N.T.A.s in a hall-sweep I wasn’t prepared for life after that And my pops never cared My mom was the man In between that I figured out the rest for myself My nana said that I remind her of my uncle ‘Dreil ‘cause he was skinny like you when he was your age Only difference is he had a fro and you got braids She was hatin on the raps I played Until she heard it was me and said it’s beautiful I should’ve helped you with your high cholesterol before it gave you a stroke But didn’t, the nursing home left you bedridden They got a nerve comin after us for the bill When you lost mad weight in your frame and your grill In a few weeks I bet you would’ve starved to death Paperthin like them get well cards from your guests I guess god was like “Millie needs to take a rest” The fam’ couldn’t see stayin home’s how I coped I was brain sick, so I threw myself in the zone And worked on some music, I made The Undisputed It seemed each day you’d waste away a little then you came back like Lamon vs. Vladimir Clitzko my eyes x-ray the city then I avoid all the trappings I been around for each new change in slang and fashion I’ve seen the one who follows a trend or trendsets I’ve seen shorty thinking she grown ‘cause she got breasts Spend her money on some herb when she get her little check Them dudes risk it all for a pump and some head Sportin summertime babies from wintertime sex I believed in a system that failed me, and fell deep Fool me once, shame on me How could I believe anything them bloodsuckers teach us? We all graduated but we never gon’ be shit Meaning my diploma is meaningless I need a way to breath again so I had to regroup I copped the MP deuce and plugged it up Cook up tapes like Wolfgang Puck
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Verse 1: You think I’m soft if I touch on emotion And I ain’t on my 3rd bullet for heat holdin Over in dover, DE with malik, rollin Politickin on getting on, havin no ends And platinum respect vs. your creative freedom A struggle, it leaves men fatigued and weakened So what your allegiance? The art or the 8 o’clock freespin Tap your inner region, reach in Visualize the being inside and see him Figure out where you begin and where the street ends I may be god on earth but not a judge My grip is tight like d-rugs, I seek love It’s summer in, another year past in the week of A day in the life of a struggling youth Who would rather die than turn a blind eye to his roots He’ll be alright though, his mother’s the proof Ayo, here’s my exhibit if you wanted some proof It’s all truth when I speak it up Gather all the people up Lead them like smoke signals and beatin drums To where I’m speakin from Before I beam you up Hook: I’m goin into Sub-Ether, Sub-Ether Drive Verse 2: My father’s side say I’m cold and unapproachable That’s only half of it ‘cause they don’t really know the truth I’m sayin how could you? I’m like a ghost to you My heart is stone now and heavy as a boulder too I feel the sting like the venom of a cobra tooth To try and deaden the pain of what I’m goin through I throw some liquor back, I don’t even know the proof When my desires start becomin uncontrollable I need some therapy or somethin to be goin to But with no one that I can even get open to Life perpetuates itself… My only escape is this magnum opus jewel Hook: I’m goin into Sub-Ether, Sub-Ether Drive Verse 3: A job wants your educational and work history When they decide visually Whether they were digging me, or wasn’t really feelin me The whole system is grimy and really cheap And the school board is leavin all your children inadequate And bein their only option, they have to spit Unable to cater to his talent as an artist Or the up and coming actresses up in your neighborhood But I ain’t really crabbin it Givin scholarships to the Ivy League cracker kids But we’re so used to not havin shit that Some of us don’t bother workin for it now You better not ever let your dream get away from you You gotta do you, them niggas only hang with you You can’t base your decisions off what they would do ‘cause It’s a million ways to get major loot so Don’t stifle yourself or be limited But observe and keep listenin ‘cause I’ll find a way, Allah as my witness kid Hook: I’m goin into Sub-Ether, Sub-Ether Drive
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Verse 1: Report and highlight. Art imitates life The written gem shinin like the wisdom in the eye of Christ Black youth comprehend the science of life Seein the reward of livin foul and then dyin trife You could be a rap mogul My word cut up and sculpt tunes to a fantasy we hold true Life’s like a short story where you build wealth And the cost is you lost touch with the old you A lower class nobody The opposite of what urban radio is sayin is a hot beat You seem as if you disillusioned, my clique’s rulin Iron fist movement, and the verse reveal the blueprint Vocally I’ll stomp out beats and leave a giant shoe print The new face in rap music You be a player while I change the game if the rules are a nuisance Rep for my ill unit It ain’t nothing, I visualize seein how you livin the illusion A trance when the beat’s bumpin I could pioneer your hit like I’m rick ruben Has-Lo is on production. Yea Verse 2: Communicate in Sub-Ether Lovin rap even as a little youth when we used to rock a hustler or brushed ceasar For the people home rappin to a mirror knowin something gotta change Still seemin out of range I know the feelin, they say I’m analytical As if what they listen to is makin any real sense A lost art’s reappearin, I’m livin proof The street’s killin the youth, I try to shield them Anyone you hear from is knowin Has goin hard Never goin pop even though his song goin cross So will ours only ya’ll couldn’t know the odds I throw a bomb like a talk from the older gods To get you amped like a volt to charge Solid, I’m a cobra. Covert ops You need help verifyin who the voice is Yo, I shoot off raps like it was 3-pointers It got weird when the biz grew enormous and corporate Start a label and make your boys rich We forget what it was like before this But now we live and die for it. yo
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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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04:33
Verse 1: When the storm clouds roll in and sunlight fades ‘cause the palms of my hands absorb the solar rays To engulf the earth in flame, the last days A micro molecular spec’s the next phase To evolution Has, I’m hybrid humanoid fusion Muscle mass balloon, iron glazed Armor skin, slash ebony blend Slang phrase, transform my braids to razor blades To hack off your mic hand, blood splash your stage Faces shocked. Crowd still swayed hypnotically Policy, that of operative stee’ anonymous Infrared seein silhouette where the problem is Through enhanced photograph mapped in the software Choreographed routines across air Bring rains to cool down the surface of the planet Anyone alive is left stranded When the storm clouds…swarm the sky Hook: When the storm clouds swarm the sky… Verse 2: The next epic, much more than battle of Olympus Diamond tipped needle cut a record twelve inches Soldier of a new day, deep inside of trenches Heavy arm defense when murder is senseless I acquired power still unique to theory Earthquakes break gaping holes in your realties My love was a nine-headed hydra in human disguise It killed me inside but waitin for the real queen I’m now unfeeling unemotional, sober view Greek god Apollo, flesh vessel Has-Lo Mind elevation be the message in a bottle That breaks through our green and blue sphere through the cosmos Through the galaxies and the nebulas Set to bust if these cut atoms ever touch Hook: When the storm clouds swarm the sky… Verse 3: In forty days, a mountain range began to raise Erosion reanimated earth under waves Surreal by comparison to late film or cinema Salt in the floods corrode the inner crust And the outer crust flushed in the volcanic ash You inhale, it pass through your nasal like coke dust The lack of oxygen’ll give a slow rush Lightening strikes trees with the speed of king cobras Struggling to get a breath of air but it chokes us Search for a sun in the sky with no luck Smell the rancid plants and fruit, gag ‘til you throw up I slide off like when tectonic plates touch Something very delicate When you oppose, I carve sharp ends on wooden poles to impale him with You froze; your whole frame adheres to the scenery Fatal blows are dealt quite frequently
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Verse 1: As I define the mystery in your religion To help you understand the metaphor within the written You take it literal when it’s really historical and part fiction To resurrect a man when they killed him To bring him out Gehenna into the physical realm that we live in Condemn us in flame is there a difference? If Pope John Paul the 2nd would tell us “hell is a man who kept relation to god and himself separate” how would heaven move beyond a psychological place? How could the medium between a man and god be a saint? I guess the body of Christ is bread of life, while the fish’ll be the knowledge he gained Is the meaning of life belying belief, or is the lord overseeing the work that he created, hate what I became? Before Osama came, they probably thought the antichrist was Sodom Hussein While the clairvoyant is saying the angel in the book of revelations’ll turn the sky a color bright as gun powder and flame Is your future within optical range? It seems strange, just maintain Hook: The priest telling you lies that sound true Try and control me, try and control you The preacher telling you lies that sound true Try and control me, try and control you Believe half of what you see, none of what you hear The organized church putting lies in the air that sound true To keep your mind in a zoo Try and control me, try and control you Verse 2: Someday we’ll be kings and queens like we’re meant to be Visions of us occupying the throne offend the weak I know I wasn’t put here for academics and getting degrees But I can either live in the street, or die in the booth Lookin for some kinda respect as if I’m ‘Pac holdin his iron in Juice Are you loyal and you finding your crew is your threat? ‘cause little shorty with the tre-eight can pop you and jet When your obvious threat and worse enemy is you The pleaure in fear is novelty yet, you still chase it Lust for money and chains is really ancient It ain’t switch, though the style and form of wealth changes Like gold to platinum, linoleum or wooden grain dance floors from cardboard and back spins does your lifestyle reflect within your actions, or would you rather keep it hidden? They say Allah’s children; arise out of the womb of black women And 1/99 was my year of understanding And number 3 is just that. You multiply nine 3 times And god’s born through your wisdom Your bloodline reinvented and still livin They say when you die, you’re sucked through a tube or a vacuum of bright light and tunnel vision, to judge us could physical death be like prison? Well if it is then, one day we’ll all do a stint but for now just live, live, live Don’t be oppressed Hook: The priest telling you lies that sound true Try and control me, try and control you The preacher telling you lies that sound true Try and control me, try and control you Believe half of what you see, none of what you hear The organized church putting lies in the air that sound true To keep your mind in a zoo Try and control me, try and control you
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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. 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. 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.

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The new album from Has-Lo "In Case I Don't Make It" is a dark journey though a mind at the tipping point. Filled with jarring imagery and moody production, the album has a cohesive sound that pulls the listener into a web of psychoanalytical & melancholy musings, lyrical exercises, & storytelling. "In Case I Don't Make It" is introspective without losing that raw edge.

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released March 22, 2011

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cover art by Castle

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