Soul Talk & Ear Candy

by Kevin1100

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Birthday-boy Kevin1100's 2nd studio album - Prepare your ears, you are now listening to Soul Talk & Ear Candy. Listener discretion is advised for strong language and provocative metaphors. Note that the opinions expressed on this record do not necessarily reflect those of Skitcha Records LLC. The following listening experience is brought to you exclusively by Kevin1100 and friends. Enjoy!

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1.	Keyano 03:31	lyrics	buy track
Song: Keyano Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Verse1: I made this beat before my breakfast, ‘bout to have some turkey bacon/ Right after this blunt…(swmph)…that I’m facin’/ I feel amazing/ I feel my thoughts fill up the spaces/ Shower power for an hour then I tie my laces/ That’s basics, wait six, seconds for a fye rhyme/ Like carbon-12 a positive charged ion/ I turn the eye on and then I whipped out the pan/ Better yet a paper plate ‘cause I ain’t bout to do no dishes/ Microwaves are more efficient/ I gotta get back up on my mission/ Clock is tickin’, cause my Rollie ain’t in/ Pot to piss in, I got it/ A lot of wishes and problems/ I’m probably different without them/ Still not the holiest man/ Verse2: Saint to sinner, nigga, sinner to saint/ I’m what these senators ain’t / Young and black if I have to be frank/ I got rhythm out the ass and gas in the tank/ They got a high credit score, I got cash in the bank/ And passion for dank/ A bad combination, it seems/ Things are always better when you busy chasing your dreams/ Or facing your fears/ Anything but wasting the years/ I know some feigns probably waiting to hear/ All of this dope shit/ Off white rhymes guess its back to being black again/ Dressed in all black on top of black, that’s extravagant/ Millie Rocking Carolinas, Pierre Bourne established it/ Kevin Adams practicing, but still can’t do a backwards flip/ Verse 3: I put the pencil to paper then I spill out my mind/ Leave my brains on the page but it’s looking like slime/ Brushed it aside, head wide open, inspired/ Staring at the grey matter, trying to pick out a rhyme/ I’m…drawing pictures, but my hand is just moving/ Steady twitching but I can say these lyrics are proven/ Sketchy nigga dumping lead and its really amusing/ SkiTcha Records what I said, and it’s what I’m pursuing/ What you do in your spare time, I’m trying to be great/ Had to get the sample cleared just to sell it on tape/ Got the keys going crazy, threw a kick in your face/ Karate chop this shit together, then I export the wav/
2.	Parachutes 03:17	lyrics	buy track
Song: Parachutes Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Girl you taste.../ Better than next day spaghetti/ I’m sharper than x-ray confetti/ You’re feeling me/ Might get cut in the cut/ And get some healing/ And then I’m splitting/ Like Adams, the surname of legacy I need like fye hoes/ ‘Cause my Eve is ‘bout hot as the devil, the air to her fire though/ Put her out if she acting with attitude/ Anything less than immaculate, or spitting out my ejaculate/ She think I’m high and need parachute/ But I’m fine with sky diving, I hit the ground run in new pair of shoes/ Or the old ones, to embarrass you/ I’m a do me, you must do you/ We work it out like a loose noose/ …These are forces of chocolate/ My soul is as dark as pitch/ This ain’t melanin marketing/ Do you know who you rocking with?/ If it’s no when I go you’ll acknowledge it/ Fuck a model bitch/ That’s my motto bitch/ Walk in the dark and never stump my toe bitch/ Tomato Tomato, you’ll get it tomorrow/ We live in the future, I’m rapping right now/ Coming back just to shut this shit down/ Like Jesus, please believe this/ Like the reason for the seasons/ Happy Easter, Merry Christmas/ Tell them niggas, to tell them bitches/ Come and witness, come and get this/ Presence and pressure my nigga, you know what to do/ Stack and accrue/ Hop in the cou’t/ Ride out, give these outsiders the boot/ Hope your weapons the truth/ Hope you brought hella troops/ May your name be the proof/ Spill out your psyche through mic in the booth/ Like Christ in some Nikes I’m back to recoup/ And I brought lightning like daddy was Zeus/ Likely do rehab for substance abuse/ Just getting stronger, dick longer/ With the shits ‘cause my wit’s like a bong rip/ Bit hits looking like my fist with a strong grip/ Around a pistol with a long clip/ Bang bang Bang Bang BANg BANG BANG BANG/ I…fell asleep in your bitch/ Woke up to the hoe of my dreams/ Focused with a scope and a beam/ Potions and no GMO weed/ Pinky rings for the low yah mean/ Player shit over everything/ Life’s a games/ So its player shit over everything/
3.	Big Mama (prod. GB) 03:53	lyrics	buy track
Song: Big Mama Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Hook: Made from dust and blowing clouds/ Let the waters rush deep, I hover round/ I’m in the air to feed the fire/ And use the force to make holy sounds/ Oh big mama I love you/ Big mama I love you/ We birds we bees we serving feigns in emergencies quite perfectly/ Verse1: This the rapture, last trumpet sound like verse and beat/ We the lords of earth, don’t believe me then go to church and see/ Or die a sinner if it’s worth your peace/ So search and seek and ye shall find/ The mysteries in a crystal mind are clear as day/ Distractions come and go, I pray/ For wisdom, strength, abundance/ Slay my enemies/ Improve my tendencies/ I’m naturally immaculate/ Please, don’t make me have to smack a bitch/ Demonstrate like activists/ Blow smoke in a mirror, pose/ Then behold the magic trick/ My O.G. told me D-O what you G-O-T-T-O-D-O/ Plant a seed get million fold/ Go till the earth until the earth shall end/ Remember nothing’s mightier than your pen/ You’re the cure for cancer, you’re the cure for aids/ You’re the reason outcasts outlast the days/ Keep your enemies close and know when to spray/ Bah dah dah dah dah dah Dah/ Here today but not to stay, kind of cray, surf the whole galaxy ‘cause I’m/ Hook: Made from dust and blowing clouds/ Let the waters rush deep, I hover round/ I’m in the air to feed the fire/ And use the force to make holy sounds/ I use the force the force to make holy sounds/ I use the force the force to make holy sounds/ Made from dust and blowing clouds/ Let the waters rush deep, I hover round/ I’m in the air to feed the fire/ And use the force to make holy sounds/ I use the force the force to make holy sounds/ I use the force the force to make holy sounds/ Oh big mama I love you/ Big mama I love you/ We birds we bees we serving feigns in emergencies quite perfectly/ Verse 2: I got the light and you can have it/ Got these hoes glowing/ Had to turn my girl into a super nova/ Pure white light…with a darkside/ My Gemini be Aries and Libra/ Polarity, the good and the evil/ World steady spinning like a SkiTcha Records single/ While I flow like water across shingles/ And get it popping like Pringles on sale/ Scanning my can for the memories that I created/ Victories silently celebrated/ I’m here to experience; ya’ll here to hate it/ I made it materialize in their faces/ The alchemist mixing and whipping up elements/ Don’t get distracted with shit that’s irrelevant/ Live for the truth, not the shit that they telling me/ ‘Cause my mind rules everything around me/ My aura is all my surroundings/ Don’t bother our peace or our pieces are sounding/ The Jeep Cherokee steady leaping and bounding/ The tweeters and speakers are pounding/ Flip the work until your work shall end/ Remember nothing’s mightier than your pen/ You’re the cure for cancer, you’re the cure for aids/ You’re the reason outcasts outlast the days/ Keep your enemies close and know when to spray/ Bah dah dah dah dah dah Dah/ Here today but not to stay/ Kind of cray, surf the whole galaxy ‘cause I’m/ Hook: Made from dust and blowing clouds/ Let the waters rush deep, I hover round/ I’m in the air to feed the fire/ And use the force to make holy sounds/ I use the force the force to make holy sounds/ I use the force the force to make holy sounds/ Made from dust and blowing clouds/ Let the waters rush deep, I hover round/ I’m in the air to feed the fire/ And use the force to make holy sounds/ I use the force the force to make holy sounds/ I use the force the force to make holy sounds/ Oh big mama I love you/ Big mama I love you/ We birds we bees we serving feigns in emergencies quite perfectly/
4.	Zone 03:00	lyrics	buy track
Song: Zone Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Intro: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah/ Awe yeah nigga…thought it was over?/ Nah!/ Hook: Sober all day…Everyday/ But high me make hits…eductate/ I know bloods I know crips…anyway/ Know some folks that flip/ Acrobats that pack their bags and always on the run but never trip/ I know lately/ Verse 1: All I really ever do is put in work and get money/ Make it rain when it’s sunny/ But it’s been dark and change kind of funny/ All the things that a man got to do just to live/ A baby eat and spill food on his bib/ I can’t waste nor loosen my grip/ I’m high off life and occasional spliff/ I pop pills from a doc for a lift/ In a Jeep for a drop/ Shooting shots, not cops, these are clips/ Spit impossible riffs/ Lord Willing this gon’ make it through/ Lord willing this gon’ make it out the booth/ Still trying to get bling till the sun don’t shine/ Still follow my heart if you pay no mind/ Long as I’m paid on time/ Still playing my role, rolling up dope/ Inhale feeling fine/ A feign for finer things/ Rings designer jeans/ More vagina please/ I…think about birds and bees/ Way more than these other peeps, still I’m/ Hook: Sober all day…Everyday/ But high me make hits…eductate/ I know bloods I know crips…anyway/ Know some folks that flip/ Acrobats that pack their bags and always on the run but never trip/ I know lately/ Verse 2: All I really ever do is face the blunt to numb the pain/ Let the dopamine flood my brain/ Till’ psychosis hit, and I go insane/ My nigga hear the birds that I’m flippin/ Might need to pop a pill ‘cause I’m trippin/ Got a nigga chillin hard/ Had writers block but I fill in bars/ So real make a big dog stay in the yard/ And just bark like trees/ While I’m strolling through the woods with a pup on the leash/ Only get luck for the free/ Never give up doing me/ Never fall in love with a freak/ Only looking up to a G/ H-I-G-H-E-R power than me/ Lord willing we gon’ make it through/ Lord willing this gon’ make it out the booth/ Still trying to get bling till the sun don’t shine/ Still follow my heart if you pay no mind/ Long as I’m paid on time/ Still playing my role, rolling up dope/ Inhale feeling fine/ Hook: Sober all day…Everyday/ But high me make hits…eductate/ I know bloods I know crips…anyway/ Know some folks that flip/ Acrobats that pack their bags and always on the run but never trip/ I know lately/
5.	One Minute Raw 01:19	lyrics	buy track
Song: One Minute Raw Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Verse 1: Baby we can… Dip off in this closet/ Let me stroke you down, let me make a deposit/ Might give these birds the worm if they’re early and they’re flossin/ …But not just looking mighty gorgeous/ See you got to have your mind right, ‘cause mines tight/ And I’m here to build and destroy that pussy like all night/ Trying to be more God-like/ ‘Cause I’m already a king/ Turn a woman into queen while she ride my ding-a-ling/ A goddess figure fucking with the hottest nigga on scene/ Be honest with you I ain’t even got a condom on me/ Just one minute raw…/ Can I come inside?/
6.	Lil Beach 04:21	lyrics	buy track
Song: Lil Beach Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Hook: Oh, I got home up in that kingdom that you see/ Toe to toe, I go to war with ghosts, put scopes on enemies/ Hocus pocus stay focused, they showed us lies and deceit/ That’s why I rise with the heat, out the East/ Every day, like the sun out the sea/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a, you looking like a…/ Verse 1: You see these haters looking salty, I just jump the surf and surf the wave/ Hang 10 niggas pictures, start the SkiTcha Hall of fame/ Right up off the office dolphins breaching, got to breathe again/ Cooking in the galley in the window I see seas on end/ Ride a wave, scuba dive deep, snorkel surfaces/ See shells, empty bodies without purposes/ Shorties laid out, but they’re burning, so they ain’t worth a shit/ I’m in too deep right where the sharks and the surfers is/ A perfect bitch my fantasy, won’t fall for mirage/ Build a whole sand castle to smoke out the garage/ See weed grows natural, oh how it sprout through the silt/ Send smoke signals to those that doubt how I do what I wilt/ Work with Poseidon, deciding to bring the tide in its still/ Plenty of fish so we fish, then we put fish on the grill/ Got loaves of bread and Texas Pete so that you know that it’s real/ Like Galilee, I help you see and keep your third eye peeled/ Hook: Oh, I got home up in that kingdom that you see/ Toe to toe, I go to war with ghosts, put scopes on enemies/ Hocus pocus stay focused, they showed us lies and deceit/ That’s why I rise with the heat, out the East/ Every day, like the sun out the sea/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a, you looking like a…/ Verse 2: Play basketball with my niggas, or take my girl on a date/ Work hard and ball on you niggas or just lay low and be great/ The world is telling me something, my girl is screaming my name/ Hop out the bed in Atlanta, speed on down twenty again/ Next thing you know, she fed up/ I’m ducking feds trying to stay up out of trouble stacking bread up/ Found my weapons, load the lead up/ Wrote them in a message, what you scared of?/ Prepared love beats last minute hate/ I’m in a class where to last your ass got to be great/ And I’m fantastic, not no passive pastor passing the plate/ Proactive practice like professional in perfectional state/ With a reticle for a third eye, I spit dead in your face/ Breathing life into mics, of all types saying grace/ In the kitchen Skitcha on a mission, dishes get made/ In pots and pans I be whipping and I’m straight with the blade/ I cut you off with my tongue, then wipe the blood off my face/ Hate how it tastes, but/ Hook: I got home up in that kingdom that you see/ Toe to toe, I go to war with ghosts, put scopes on enemies/ Hocus pocus stay focused, they showed us lies and deceit/ That’s why I rise with the heat, out the East/ Every day, like the sun out the sea/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a lil’ beach/ Beaming on you, you looking like a, you looking like a…/
7.	Pocket Watchin' 03:29	lyrics	buy track
Song: Pocket Watchin Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Hook: This my shit, this my shit/ This my shit, this my shit/ Quit all that pocket watchin’/ This my shit, this my shit/ This my shit, this my shit/ Quit all that pocket watchin’/ Verse 1: You might’ve seen me in a chroma-key green Lamborghini/ A red M3, a murked out Jeep Cherokee/ Probably headed to the beach ‘cause we living on the East coast/ Shooting B- Roll, for lil beach for the people/ In the morning by the sea shore/ With a blunt in my hand/ I run in the sand, you know what I’m saying/ Just to get the shot/ Focused on my craft hope to spazz when the beat drops/ Heat from the sun and the cops keep the streets hot/ Got to breathe, be quick on my feet/ Socks and sneaks, flyer than a flock of geese/ The drops a jeep/ The watch is a G-Shock/ So it’s mind on my money, money always on my mind/ Living in the moment but I’m running out of time/ You can die and go to heaved, that’s the current paradigm/ Or you can burn in hell if you’re feeling so inclined/ Hook: Quit all that pocket watchin’/ This my shit, this my shit/ This my shit, this my shit/ Quit all that pocket watchin’/ This my shit, this my shit/ This my shit, this my shit/ Quit all that pocket watchin’/ This my shit, this my shit/ This my shit, this my shit/ Quit all that pocket watchin’/ Verse 2: A smooth 1250 for the pound plus overnight shipping/ Break it down, bag it up, and then get to flipping/ If that ain’t enough, then tell your girl to start stripping/ Or start a business my nigga, quit tripping/ Write it off despite the cost then spend the difference/ On a new car, throw some D’s on that bitch when you get it/ Even if it’s a Honda Civic/ Live below your means is the moral of the lyric/ Throw cash in the bank, in case the market drops/ Never let them see your stash, 2-faced you might get robbed/ I learned that in the past, they stray, I trust in God/ Faith on the path I take, adjust the knob/ Tune’em out, like I do the devil on a daily basis/ Tune’em out like the level of the treble and the EQ on the bases/ Tune’em out and don’t say shit, get back to getting big faces/ Hook: Quit all that pocket watchin’/ This my shit, this my shit/ This my shit, this my shit/ Quit all that pocket watchin’/ This my shit, this my shit/ This my shit, this my shit/ Quit all that pocket watchin’/ This my shit, this my shit/ This my shit, this my shit/ Quit all that pocket watchin’/ Yeah/
8.	Roof 03:29	lyrics	buy track
Song: Roof Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Verse 1: Been a little minute, but I’m back up in it/ People thought I finished, but a nigga got dreams/ Nigga out of Kemet, only here to win it/ Speeding past the limit, still ridin’ in the Jeep/ Had a white one, then I got it blacked out/ Had a little bitty then she had to act out/ Now I’m riding dirty by myself in the south/ And I got the windows tinted I ain’t letting them down/ Baking soda make it stretch, flip/ Ice was froze I mad it wet, drip/ Ain’t in no gang, I never set trip/ Just get some money that’s my best tip/ I walk the earth with God inside, lit/ I talk my verse the beat I ride, hit/ Tried not to curse but then I lied, shit/ And though you smoking loud you can’t get high as this/ Hook: Shoot out the roof…yeah/ Think I might shoot out the roof …yeah/ Shoot out the roof…yeah/ Think I might shoot out the roof …yeah/ Shoot out the roof…yeah/ Think I might shoot out the roof …yeah/ Shoot out the roof…yeah/ Think I might shoot out the roof/ Verse 2: Every time I’m rappin’ but it ain’t no cappin/ I be feeling pressure, so I gotta be great/ Wrote it in a message then I went meditate/ Got rid of all my stresses, then I went and got laid/ Every time it happen, I’m thinking bout blacking out/ I’ll unleash the crackin until I’m packin the house/ I be going massive just tryna master the sound/ Then pass it to my bro cuz you know know we smoking that loud/ Baking soda make it fresh yes/ Over quota cuz that’s the best/ She wanna feel the O, it’s time to press/ Cross you over from the South to West/ Like a knight making L’s while I’m playin’ chess/ You can bring your beef/ But have you seen me chef/ So if you want it with ya boy you better bring your vest/ Or a whole fuckin’ suit so we can do business/ Baking soda strong as hell/ Arm and Hammer finna hit the nail/ On the head I build you up/ Set you loose and then I wish you luck/ Give you time, don’t watch it tick/ Get some ends and make your pockets flip/ Strap on in this is a rocket ship/ And I’m out of here like the apocalypse/ Hook: Shoot out the roof…yeah Think I might shoot out the roof …yeah Shoot out the roof…yeah Think I might shoot out the roof …yeah Shoot out the roof…yeah Think I might shoot out the roof …yeah Shoot out the roof…yeah Think I might shoot out the roof …yeah
9.	Don't Know Ya Name 04:30	lyrics	buy track
Song: Don’t Know Your Name Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Hook: They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ All these niggas look the same/ All these niggas look the same/ All these niggas look the same/ They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ All these bitches look the same/ All these bitches look the same/ All these bitches look the same/ Verse 1: My name is, Kevin1100 duh/ One with the puns, I got bread like a hundred ducks/ But we feed’em grapes , cuz it’s better on their stomach bruh/ Just like a hoe, I mean, just let me hold visine/ My eyes are red the beat disguised as bed/ How I lay it down and pick it up…Like a cell phone/ Do you have reception, I’m not calling home/ I’m checking into mental wards/ The flow is cray, my mind is ill, I’m breaking ground/ In accord a Honda, the speakers rattle from the sound/ Found my niche, rappin’ bout a bitch, and apocalypse/ Soccer shit, just kicking it, until the earth is over/ Slidin’ in a jeep, I don’t need no Land Rover/ I’m colder than a cobra out in dessert sands/ Hotter than a penguin and a big ol’ hairy elephant/ In the Ice Age, you chase nuts then you fall in love/ Ain’t no time for that/ Fake love, should be a crime for that/ Like 80 years I’d be fine with that, and some cake too/ Bout 80 bands I’d be grateful, yeah 80 bands I’d be grateful/ Hook: They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ All these niggas look the same/ All these niggas look the same/ All these niggas look the same/ They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ All these bitches look the same/ All these bitches look the same/ All these bitches look the same/ Verse 2: Red and yellow, black and white/ They are precious in his sight/ If I try with all my might/ I might fuck around and get rich/ I might fuck around make a hit/ I might fuck around fuck yo bitch/ Cuz mine ain’t stuck around for this shit/ Well I wish and tell no kiss, but now I’m free/ Don’t envy me, I don’t believe in L-U-V/ I spell it out and guard my heart/ I push to start then hopped on in/ Popped the clutch to start engine/ Gave it gas now we’re goin’ Down the road to visit friends/ They’re selling dope to make their ends meet/ Their hoes on their cycle like a 10-speed/ Pedaling that work like where their friends be/ That’s pimping, that’s faithful, I take note/ I make beats, I spit dope, record that/ Mix it down, make another beat for another rhyme spitting more facts/ Got so high that I couldn’t feel my toes touch the ground/ Got so high that my nose up in the sky inhaling clouds/ Tell me why I’ve been working on my flow till it’s insane/ Tell me why you don’t even know my name/ Hook: They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ All these niggas look the same/ All these niggas look the same/ All these niggas look the same/ They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ They bro you ‘cause they don’t know your name/ All these bitches look the same/ All these bitches look the same/ All these bitches look the same/
10.	Every Day 03:45	lyrics	buy track
Song: Everyday Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Hook: Every day is better when you take your time/ Think for you make your mind/ Everybody workin’ hard on the grind/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine/ But every day is better when you take your time/ Think for you make your mind/ Everybody workin’ hard on the grind/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine/ Verse 1: A rabbit out the hat, this magic/ Off the back, hit the weed or just pass it/ Or leave it in the plastic, change it into cashes/ Save it up for a real dope casket/ Imagine the passion of feigns/ Collabed in the lab of my dreams/ Doing mathematics and things/ Tweaking on the beat, pushin buttons turning knobs/ While you be in the street, street sweeping/ I don’t really feel a need to get involved/ Got a couple homies prolly waiting on a call/ Just to let’em know I’m bout to drop another bomb/ Calm down Kevin, you need to breathe/ And take some medicine, get off them trees/ You ain’t a ape and stop making beats/ Please! I betcha mama bop to the beat/ She’s the first to cop the MP3/ Lookin’ for the vinyl, tape, and CD/ See these things are cheap/ Unlike what it takes to M-A-K-E/ The money, I’m bout it/ I gotta 9 to 5 on the side/ A 99’ Jeep with 9 in the tank and one in the dash/ The speedo needle equals…about how hard I mash on the gas/ When I’m cruisin’ through my city or these country back roads/ American, afro, locked up blowin’ in the wind/ It comes natural as the flow of the pen/ When I’m writing what I know, no pretend/ Hook: Every day is better when you take your time/ Think for you make your mind/ Everybody workin’ hard on the grind/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine/ But every day is better when you take your time/ Think for you make your mind/ Everybody workin’ hard on the grind/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine/ Verse 2: Live in the American dream, that’s whatchu gone do/ I’m gone to hit the phone booth like Neo/ Askin’ whatchu want fool, what’s the deal/ Can you take me to the part where I stack a mill/ Like back to the future/ In a Lac with some mullah in the trunk/ Whole thang grow wangs and a booster/ It already got a sub, let it bump/ Leaning back in the seat as I grin/ Two eyes closed, one’s practicin’/ To row a boat or roll a sacrament/ I clean my flow up like I’m vacuuming/ No curse but you spell bound/ And steady working on my acumen/ Wonder how my flows gon’ factor in/ To gettin’ this money, mad dash for cash again/ I’m too passionate, I killed the last minute/ And everything I ever wrote is in my head/ I juts choose the best lines and shake a leg/ Like I’m done pissing at the toilet/ Chopping up the logs thinking/ Funny how these niggas claim to be the shit/ Flush, wash my hands, and then it’s back to getting’ rich/ Put about a G of loud ass weed up in the swish/ Or not, just might go wash the whip/ Make copper flip in water then proceed to make a proper wish/ Like rocketships on dubs/ Pockets deep, I feel my nuts/ I don’t even wanna think, just feel the love/ But I know fallin’ in that can be dangerous as angel dust/ Mess with my twin flame I bust/ Craniums what I’m aiming for/ You can’t tame my love/ Hook: Every day is better when you take your time/ Think for you make your mind/ Everybody workin’ hard on the grind/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine/ But every day is better when you take your time/ Think for you make your mind/ Everybody workin’ hard on the grind/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine/ Outro: Tryna get bling till the/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine Tryna get bling till the/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t…shine Tryna get bling till the/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t shine Tryna get bling till the/ Tryna get bling till the sun don’t…/ Bling to the…/ Bling to the…/ Bling to the…/ Bling to the…/ Bling to the…/ Bling to the…/ Bling to the…/ Bling to the…/
11.	Galaxy Gangstaz feat. Oscar Lee & $tu $imon 04:01	lyrics	buy track
Song: Galaxy Gangstaz feat. Oscar Lee & $tu $imon Artist: Kevin1100 Album: Soul Talk & Ear Candy Hook: (Oscar Lee) Ain’t much left where we grew up at/ Unclear why we’re here but we can’t go back/ Hop in the car, drive up to Mars and back/ Cash in my moon rocks keep the artifacts/ Cuz I’m a gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy Verse 1: (Oscar Lee) Only the real make it past my force field/ Girls climbing in my bed to see how the force feels/ Legendary jedi with 6 custom sabers/ For customers to cop for cash towards a new ride/ Without the falcon, I fly solo/ Smoking on endo outside why Lea cooks catfish indoors/ This type of life might have you feeling like a skywalker/ There is a chance Annakin is my grandfather/ My skin …../ And my smile…bright/ Even as my people deal with our plight/ Yodas, Obe-Ones passing down the techniques/ I’m bound to blow up like R3C/ Bros, may the force be with you as well/ And intergalactic juugs make your bank account swell/ Time only tells what movements choose to say/ Expand your plan way past the milky way, cuz/ Hook: (Oscar Lee) Ain’t much left where we grew up at/ Unclear why we’re here but we can’t go back/ Hop in the car, drive up to Mars and back/ Cash in my moon rocks keep the artifacts/ Cuz I’m a gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy Verse 2: ($tu $imon) I landed in the jungle now I’m stranded with the animals/ I Flew up to a pelican, many of’em cannibals/ I ran up on the antelope the cheater eat her grab her throat/ So sad cuz that creature keep the grasses low/ Like reefer seeds I had to grow taller/ More water in the garden then the cantelope/ Gotta planet full of antedotes, as the cancer grows on tobacco roads/ And I listen when the panther growled/ He taught me never backing down/ Just blackin out like packs of crows/ They been cackling bout mastodons, a massive low/ I’m soaring past the grandest show/ You get the chance you have to go/ Been hanging with orangutans but still I am a man alone/ Tiger cries, a monkey dies/ I bared alone, and carried on/ The vultures eat and carry’em/ The wolves around some scary ones/ But they’re my brothers yeah I love’em/ Hook: (Oscar Lee) Ain’t much left where we grew up at/ Unclear why we’re here but we can’t go back/ Hop in the car, drive up to Mars and back/ Cash in my moon rocks keep the artifacts/ Cuz I’m a gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy Verse 3: (Kevin1100) We speak the language of the gods/ Beat the odds with the ether/ That be leaking through your subs, mid-range, and your tweeters/ Meet my whole squad fool we the speakers/ The masters of our weakness/ Trek shadow fields like it’s nothing/ With a lit blunt/ Walk, train, and name bitches puppies pulling rank/ Only spend the interest from the bank when we’re lucky/ But we’re magic we don’t need it/ Show you how to meditate without looking paraplegic/ Pay attention if the truth is whatchu feignin/ You were raised to pledge allegience to a demon/ Watch porn, fuck your fists until you cover it with semen/ A lot of us be stressing but don’t really have a reason/ That’s the ebb and flow of life when you coming into season/ All the women creamin’ when I’m stunting in the phantom/ 48 Volts create the waves from the madible/ Skitcha’s floatin’ I’m just hoping you can handle’em/ It gets deep so I’m hopin’ you a gangsta/ Hook: (Oscar Lee) Ain’t much left where we grew up at/ Unclear why we’re here but we can’t go back/ Hop in the car, drive up to Mars and back/ Cash in my moon rocks keep the artifacts/ Cuz I’m a gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy A gangsta, from a whole ‘notha galaxy

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Skitcha Records presents Kevin1100's 2nd studio album featuring appearances from $tu $imon, Oscar Lee, and Joyvette.

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released September 27, 2019

Featured on the album: Howard Risher (Saxophone), Germerican Productions (Production), $tu $imon (Lyrics/Performance), Oscar Lee (Lyrics/Performance), Alexzander Wilson (Production).

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Kevin1100 Columbia, South Carolina

Hailing from the land of eclectia, Skitcha Records recording artist Kevin1100 keeps delivering jams. With (5) thorough projects under his belt, Kevin1100 aims to continue standing out in a saturated industry.