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The Architect

by Apollo Piero

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1.
Intro 02:27
I’m Frank Lloyd Wright when I write Or Wilbur and Orville Wright taking flight Like, I’ma craft words with the mic Or rather, there’s an architect in my life Right, my life is a building, God is the builder He said bring ‘em inside so they could feel ya So here we are, my complex complex There’s no contest for me upon my conquest I confess my words are just conscious Bricks in the mix of dilapidated slums Stacked to make one hell of a house So it ain’t hard to tell what the hell I’m about I’m bout to push up my vocab to stretch ya mind So pump up the volume and feel my rhymes I never pushed weight or juiced up for the glamour So you know my songs built like vander Built like lanterns lead the way up through the hammers And the nails on the floor, see my life in a manner That lies in the cement a shade of disagreement In a vehement fashion I’ma form a faction I’m tired of this fiction, I’ma use my diction To depict my every shingle in these singles, listen Rap’s been built upon addictions Of crack-cocaine and drug dealing inhibitions But we’re trapped in the trap and all those afflictions So the tenants of this industry needs to face eviction Step into my vision step in my corridor And feel my metaphors through the cracks in my floorboard Take my doors and you take my life, so Help me God, ‘fore they take my mic, but Every line of my life is precise like Anything that come it’s my plan, my plight like Right where the soul sits, the sculpting is firm, so Circa summer solstice my walls won’t burn Hella tools at my side to abide my blueprint In due time, I’ma know what you meant That you knew I was suppose to write, cause Every time I that I write, I could touch a life Commercial bridge, I don’t need to cross it Take the last twelve and you’ll see its acrostic I put the cross in my heart Welcome to The Architect, the tour will now start
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Brainstorm 02:34
Verse 1 - Apollo Now what you know about a downpour of diction Ignition of cerebellum friction 4 AM and a notebook addiction Mr. Weather Man, we don’t need no prediction It’s about to be a storm When it form wrecking havoc on the norm When the air get right and the thoughts condense And it makes sense everybody’s getting drenched Then I flow with the fluidest Overlook me, you shouldn’t be doing this I don’t make it rain, I make tsunamis I don’t write words, I write origami With electric linguists I’ma fly, no words ever wingless I’m a hawk with my talk I’m an eagle with a piece of, pterodactyl with a pack of Paper Hook x 2 Rain, sleet, hail, snow Spark, pour, feel, flow Muse, vision, think, blow Every time I brainstorm, better get a poncho Verse 2 - Apollo So let it drizzle every time that I scribble And let it pour every time I need more Overcast in my cranium, I need to write soon And with the right tune I could make it typhoon Look into my eye There’s nobody on the planet getting by Tell ‘em I , never will lapse As I blast syntax from a synapse As I’m accumulating nouns Well endowed with a cumulus cloud To precipitate puns And funnel all my thoughts spittin’ twisters with my tongue They don’t do it like I do Neuron recital, brain waves tidal Trying to sort through the rain Barracudas in my veins and Bermuda in my brain Hook x2
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Hook (Luc Dallaire + [Apollo]) I’m getting high, getting high [When I got to clear mind] I’m getting high, getting high [Every time I write a line] Getting high getting high [Now it slur my talk] I’m getting high, getting high [Chalk drawing in the sidewalk] Just ride Now baby can you just ride Now baby can you just ride With me, get high me Put the windows down and let’s fly Verse 1 - Apollo I need to do a few lines Of psychedelic colors in the circus of my mind I need to rhyme and unwind With a metaphor I aint never met before I need more, inject my brain With acrobatic adjectives and accept my aim I aint trying to write a song that I’m forced to spit Hip Hop’s in a box, but I aint no contortionist I never take it in vein Put a lighter to the paper to rekindle the flame That will never relinquish, never extinguish, I’m rubbing words together, pyromaniac of English And then I spark a few lines And my mind flips like sodium in July July’s in the summer, and sodium is salt So my mind’s doing flips like a summersault Hook Verse 2 - Apollo I got a fetish for phonetics, top down in the coup And I could hula-hoop loops every time I’m in the booth So let me get juiced off the crowd, I’ma fly But could somebody put they hands in the sky And the paranoia builds And anxiety feels Sweat dripping, cold chills But adrenaline is real Cause I feel like I’m floating, overdosing on hope Every time that I quote something dope And I try to stay clean every time I’m on the scene But I’m standing in a light that’s a slight shade of green I’m a fiend, for the rush of the lights And the lust of the flight man I must have a mic If it’s just for the night, I don’t really care We getting high now get your hands in the air Hook
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Cruisin 05:24
Hook Everybody just cruise with me Success in the game is nothing new to me When the music takes hold We just cruisin’ along Verse 1 (NovaKane) Let me speak to you, let me vibe let me ride Hit the track and I’ma ride, spoken word is my vehicle Ha, I came to do what I planned to do The transmission of this man’s mission will be manual Man listen, see I’m clutch like a stick shift But the flow is automatic when I’m spittin’ All the static that I’m hearing tuning out the interference But my inner fear is they’re gon kill my Guinevere This music is my queen, my partner in crime She riding shotgun right beside me Breaking road blocks when we’re flying See the game is like the law, try to make you conform Camera flashes look like lightning but you got to fight the storm Fight the norm, and break through any obstacle they’re throwing Corporations are the cops and they don’t wanna put us on And they might come equipped with night sticks and spike sticks But f*** the flashing lights man I got poetic license and I’m gone Verse 2 (Apollo) And I’m just cruisin’ through life on the boulevard Pull up hard at the bar trying to pull a broad I’m just looking for a track I could pull apart And elevate somebody mind like a pull up bar Pulling par is afar from my wishes So I’ma spit vicious till my flow is viscous Dismiss me, a misfit on an isthmus My heart‘s in heaven, know that life is my mistress And every litmus is fitness God is my witness, never forget this Cruise through courses in gorgeous Melodic like Porsches, I’m painting portraits Will they support this, are they prepared? Used to put me in the trash now they put me on the air Whoever thought this, I know my friends never did But my father always told me keep writing, so I did Hook Verse 3 (D-LIV(E)) My crews like a boat on the sea My buoys, they hope we drown but they know we’re in sync Thinking on a higher level than most the emcees Who flow weak, like a moat or a creek, see I speak Deeper than the average rapper, splashing In my puddles of thoughts, imagine The rain and cash and fashion, fame and allure You gotta keep ‘em at bay before I bring you ashore Sure, if you’re on top you know people try to stop you Watch you, even your close peers will try to dock you Props to all the haters, this is why I cruise On my wave of success cause getting by won’t do For all of ya’ll who couldn’t hang and tried to tie my noose For all you washed up rappers in the tide like shoes I’m just a young dude who couldn’t hold his tongue Whose sole purpose was to surf this one, hang ten Verse 4 (Apollo) I’m just cruising through life on the avenue An afternoon with a tune and a pad or 2 Trying to prove to every pessimist attitude That I could fly above the world like Aladdin do A few scattered views that’ll fuse With music in my ear, tell the pen to persevere Whoever tend to hear, they never gon shift me Cause I’m trying to get big like the shift key So I’ma cruise through the cul-de-sac Hoping that life and death never overlap To ever teacher that I had who tried to hold me back Strip me of my intuition, you were overmatched So as I keep on rhyming Put the world in my rearview I keep on riding I’m flying so sometimes I skid But my mother always told me stay focused, so I did Hook
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Hook Everybody hoopin’ it’s the middle of the summer Chicken on the grill, grab a plate and gon come up Grab a couple freezies from the lady on the corner Invite a hundred chicks tell ya girl she’ll wanna Cause everybody beating on the table spitting rhymes Everybody beating on the table spittin’ rhymes Everybody beating on the table spittin’ rhymes Everybody, everybody spittin’ rhymes Verse 1 I went from trying to get a hit, to rap’s bambino I spiced up the flow, spittin’ jalapeños Ugh, and then I’m hungry like Pacino I ball like Kareem and Hakeem, I got a dream yo Yo, and I ain’t Quentin Tarantino No bloody rap drama, no shooting up casinos No, I ain’t rappin’ bout kilos I don’t leave you with no companion of Lilo No, I’m just chewing maraschinos With a Pilipino chillin’ out in Reno Cause the game’s got cerebral Problems and my words therapeutic like chemo I got that mean flow acidic like amino An anabolic flow, know I’m building up the team yo I go hard, I’m Petrino, Marino I spit till these labels find me like Nemo D.C. birthed like emo This is my building, they a gazebo Post chorus, they nothing like neutrinos And I’m a tyrannosaurus, they Dino Hook Verse 2 Ay can I kick it to the crowd for a minute? And make they face sour like they just ate a lemon Uh, I got lemon in the water that I’m sippin’ And I spittin’ so hard like Monte Kiffin But they don’t see the difference They just see flow, they don’t see my inference Cause I’m giving ‘em lines they need three times Dudes tryin’ to catch it like can you press rewind? Cause he rhyme with the best Muhammed Ali rapaholic, I’m in tune with this knowledge I abolish all these cats acting brolic I’ma Dracula rapper and they don’t got garlic So raw its, its proof Killing tracks in the booth call me Rae Carruth I am the truth, now let get up in my niche world I got sweeter 16’s than a rich girl But this verse is 20 So my flow leave you with a bad tummy Like who you know leave ‘em like damn you a leader And my rhymes are tight like a brand new beater Hook Verse 3 Can I lace this beat if I don’t got a shoe on? But I’ma beast, I’ma get my zoo on And I’m fly, they tryin’ to get they shoo on I spit lightning; can I get my Zeus on? I’m a fighter, I get my Ron Zook on If it’s impossible, I get my Tom Cruise on Till they say, they need to put you on Right now, like reverse w-on Uh, that’s hot and they lukewarm I don’t need bread but I’d take a few croutons To be fresh with a Bush looking suit on To go out and get my bush looking suit on They don’t get it, I gotta move on A chick named Ally here, can I get my oop on In a Yukon maybe with the roof gone But damn, I got a wagon with the roof on But you could eat free, I got a coupon And you could bring your friends, they could get they Sheryl Swoops on Uh and I ain’t talking bout they hoop on Ponder that, I just got my smooth on
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Verse 1 (Apollo + [Luc Dallaire]) Dress red velvet in the club Long gold hair belvedere in the cup She twirls round the floor so lovely And I just watch and wonder would she love me But she loves him and he don’t love her He ain’t in it for the love, he wanna be her lover With a lover on the side, pimpin’ that white girl But could you take my hand, I could make you feel right girl But, she got it bad for his tab Wanna cruise through the town in a drop top jag Put the whole mall in Dooney Burke bag But, I could give you something that you never had So, [let me get one night] Cinderella Just pen in ya tele wit the pen I’m Teller A magician wit the flow D. Blaine acapella I’ma beast wit a beat I’m just looking for a Bella Hook x2 I wonder could I take ya home To my home You can feel me on this microphone When you're alone So I wonder could I take ya home Verse 2 Tell me if I can, take ya hand, if I ain’t the man And my pockets ain’t packed wit a hundred grand And I didn’t skip the whole line And everybody in this club didn’t know my rhymes Or, or my name, if I was just plain If rap is my vessel, would you board my plane? If it don’t fly and we ain’t fly And all I got'll make you feel it inside If I don’t stay inside the confines of rap lines Will she take the time just to grasp mine? If I never sell out If I ain’t your type, if my image ain’t right If I don’t have a dance, could I dance on a date If I never moved weight, but my words have weight If I could be great off the truth boo Then we can make reservations in a booth for two Hook x2 Verse 3 I put my heart in this text, but you say unless I ain’t got soul we ain’t gon mesh But I will not promote no violence To get you in a room where it’s silent No I want you, but that ain’t what I need I just need Jimmy Buffet and a bucket and a breeze And I could write a verse that could give you the willies So call Oscar and Espy and tell ’em that you feel me Or feel my art Your boyfriend’s just sitting in the dark With no spark, no creativity The same old stuff, “I’m the man” and negativity So get out of captivity And find a good man, they deserve activity It’s bigger than me, right now, or my bed Cause I’ve heard rumors that they want you dead Cause you reject the deserving But I don’t believe in deserting Cause you and him ain’t workin’ And you got to see me lurkin’ So take my hands through the flames And you never told me your name And she say her name’s Tammy Or did she say grammy??
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Enough 04:06
Verse 1 You see it all starts with domestic issues Alcohol scented screams, balled up tissues In the corner where she is popping pills and it hits you Your laying in the bed crying daddy I miss you But he don’t miss him, he just miss a father figure That guidance in his life, his judgment’s disfigured So he figures, he’s got to be a man on his own But the pain is getting bigger and he hates it at his home He’s all alone, and all the other kids pick on him Cause he’s a little different and his girl got sick of him So he was flicking ’em off like I don’t need nobody But he ain’t have no friends, he needed anybody Then cool Ty in a Benz drove by And said throw me 5, I could really get you high And he replied, man I don’t usually do drugs But this life is tough, so fuck, I done had enough Hook x2 I’m sick and tired of the same old stuff Fussin’ and the fightin’ and it gets so rough Every other day another stress another test I’m just an adolescent And I done had enough Verse 2 So he goes to school to try to learn something new And maybe take his mind off of what he’s going through Feels he’s due for a future, he’s hungry for some knowledge Plus he knows that his mom can’t afford for him in college So he’s gotta get a scholarship, Misses Teacher can you Show me why that is and maybe gimmie an example? I ain’t trying to ramble, please I just don’t get it And she ain’t have no patience, so she was like forget it Boy I teach it one way, learn or you won’t pass And he just couldn’t grasp, pink slips, behavior class So he slacks, falls behind like I don’t give a fuck I won’t ever make it, I just ain’t smart enough Thus re-enter Ty, who had the same feeling So they went to the park and made money through the ceiling Doing dealing, and said school ain’t for us This place is just a waste of time, and I done had enough Hook x2 Verse 3 Dropping out made his mother mad, so she kicked him out And he was like whatever, I got freedom now Plus all we did was argue till I, wanted to hit you And you was at the bar too much for me to miss you Plus I got a place wit Ty, cause I’ve been down to ride I made 1145 and some shoes that are fly And he was fly, till one day a drive by Bullet hit Ty up in the eye and he died And he cried, man I can’t be taking mo’ pain And started sniffing propane, and snorting cocaine And X was the best but he really needed rest He hadn’t slept in days out scrounging for some meth But drugs couldn’t take him high enough to ease the pain His only friend was slain, his mother was insane So he cut up all his veins, went to the bridge after dusk And wit his eyes all puffed, he jumped, I done had enough Approximately 11 young people between the ages of 15-24 die every day from suicide And close to 20% of all high school students have seriously contemplated suicide Reach out and touch somebody
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Verse 1 I’m flippin’ through my middle school yearbook Remember how it was back then, here, look Remember back to those days When all we used to do was play ball or play spades Or holla at a babe, or spit a couple bars But a lot of those friends are behind bars Cause of dreams deferred, a voice never heard Lack of parents in a sense and decaying innocence Since they’re all chasing the cool And the one-way system got ’em dropping out of school Cause the teachers couldn’t reach ‘em so, so just delete ’em And the problems in the class’ll get depleted But what about them and the problems they adopted Or how deep down they always wanted to be doctors That could’ve got A’s, but got F’s So now they get O’s wit a bulletproof vest And invest, in the trafficking from Maryland That got their brains fried now their minds like a terrapin Slow and their lives keep barrelin’ Too many of them friends on coke and on heroin it’s crazy Hook (MJ Santos +[Apollo]) Looking to the sky saying God please save me I don’t know why but this life is crazy Every other day any thing phase me I don’t know why but this life is crazy [This life is] crazy [this life is] crazy [This life is, this life is, this life is] crazy [This life is] crazy [this life is] crazy [This life is, this life is, this life is] crazy Verse 2 Remember love letters in the lockers, butterflies got ya Mind in a trance trying ask her to the dance But time advanced, lust prevailed And somewhere along the lines females became retail Status symbols on the arm of the cool Now she’s stripping, sipping liquor, lick her girl, she’s a jewel But look in her eyes, her life is a mess Nobody cared about her mind, they only cared about her breasts And I just met this chick in the club But, come to find out she’s fifteen and on drugs And I just couldn’t fathom how it was When her friend says guys like girls that give it up So she’s a slut for attention But we can only hope for divine intervention Cause her friend grew boobs first So, naturally she got used first By random dudes that met by the sea Up in an SUV getting STDs And the rest you see, is a life down hill Couple drug rehabs but she’ll do it till she killed And she did Hook Verse 3 Growing up I seen death on the news, and that just ain’t cool But who would’ve thought that it would ever come true For people I knew, of childhood portraits Now they’re in the courtyard morgue with rigor mortis It happens so fast and incautious Now I’m thinking bout the future getting nauseous Cause every morning we would watch power rangers Now we all mourning at powerful arrangements How is life arranged, how is this real? I just seen him yesterday where is he for real? We used to chill like tomorrow ain’t a favor I mean last time I seen ’em, said “Ill see u later” But I’m talking about a dude that I knew for a decade And I’m only 2 of them old, I’m feelin’ betrayed By fate, God how could you take Somebody so young, somebody so great We used to play sand box now were putting boxes in the sand And God I don’t understand Why I’m here and they’re not, I’m hearing they got A better place to live but I wanna live with ‘em, this is crazy Hook Outro I want give a special acknowledgement to those that we’ve lost Let us pray for their families and friends Rest in peace Jordan Pyecha, Rest in peace Ashley Champion, Rest in peace Hunter Montahari, Rest in peace Justin Lee Toliver, Rest in peace Eve Marie Carson, Rest in peace Annie McCleod, And God willing this list won’t get any longer, though I fear it shall But let us give thanks for each new day we receive in this crazy life
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Intro (Barack Obama) I stand here knowing that my story is part of the larger American story That I owe a debt to all of those who came before me And that in no other country on earth Is my story even possible Verse 1 In the land of the free Where you could be whatever you wan be Where ever you came from, whoever you are Put ya hands up and reach for the stars But were far from the ideals, I feel I’ma need to be real, cause life’s ill And the dream is real, But the dream’s infected, greed’s infested In materials things so we fling material ‘Till every body is fling material ‘Till life ain’t ethereal ‘Till happiness gets soggy like cereal But here we go, on the quest for imperial Material I need to succeed before my burial But I don’t see no picket fence, I see ignorance I don’t see no inner sense, I see indolence Get rich quick like I’ma get this money I’ma get this money, baby I’ma get this money And everything’s fun and everything’s sunny Till two teenagers kill a girl for money Hook The game ain’t easy Trying to be seen in a world we ain’t seen in So everybody’s scheming Greed, lust, envy, we American dreamin’ The game ain’t easy Trying to be seen in a world we ain’t seen in So everybody’s scheming While I’m American dreamin’ Verse 2 And what are we chasing? In this race where it seems were embracing Selfishness, morality’s vacant So we don’t got to earn, it’s all about taking In the land where the snakes are rewarded, Mistakes are aborted and fate is distorted And the cake is contorted Cause hard working people want great but can’t afford it So, who’s in the dream? And who’s an insomniac, with no cream? And what is this cream, what does it mean? Tell me how do you measure a man by his gleam? And not his integrity, not his compassion Not his soul, but what is he flashing And what are we asking our kids to become And what have we, what have we, what have we done? When Paris Hilton’s exalted Virtue assaulted and teaching is halted And His vision is altered Please, we need to dream we can all get peace Hook Verse 3 In the land of the greed Where the cash counts more than the creed And your skin counts more than your soul And the rich are getting richer and the broke stay broke And the trend in the nation Is overlook substance in lieu of presentation I’m thinking hope was slain Till a man came through and said “America can change” And I believe what he speaks See my president’s a role model, take heed As we can change the perception Of a nation to change the complexion Of our thoughts to elect a collection Of individuals to bring us correction I’m feeling hope let it gleam And thank you Dr. King cause we living in your dream Hook Outro (Barack Obama) If there is anyone out there who still doubts That America is a place where all things are possible Who still wonders if the dreams of our founders is alive in our times Who still questions the power of our democracy Tonight is your answer
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College Life 07:40
Hook (Luc Dallaire ) I’m trying to stay in tonight Cause I got this paper to write And every time it feels like I just can’t lose control I know That I’m trying to go out tonight And I just got to find what I like And every time you tell me that I’ve just lost my mind You’re right Cause I’m living the college life (Apollo) And they told me this is college life Where I’m suppose to get knowledge right And they told me this is college life Where I’m suppose to get knowledge right So put ya hands up if you feel this, feel this Put ya hands up, it’s the college life Verse 1 (Apollo) Good morning, but I never seen the morning ‘Less I pull an all-nighter and I’m up in class yawning I got a test on the parts of the brain But I don’t know my professor’s name Cause my alarm clock rang and I just hit snooze On somebody else floor, where are my shoes? Empty bottles of booze, but don’t get it switched Dogg I don’t drink, I just party for the chicks But I need go to class stead of Pi Lamb Cause my grades looking younger I am Ha, and my mama gon kill me So I go hard on my studying you feel me But it’s all right cause I’ve done this before And thank God for the night before When, I got some Red Bull, coffee and a Nutty Buddy Talking to this girl like you wanna be my study buddy Hook Verse 2 (Apollo + [Luc]) And I’m just trying not to miss the bus Cause my career talking to me, listen up But the club speak too And my lab due, paper due and rent due too What do what do I do, my sink full of dishes Had a party last night and my neighbor’s malicious Cause she trying to sleep, and we trying to kick it And by the next week, [we got evicted] I guess the dorms wasn’t that bad Till you lose your flex pass and miss the next class And we don’t have A.C. And I just want an A or B but I could take a C Cause I didn’t buy the book Cause it cost too much and I’d rather write a hook Than read that book plus I don’t got cable Eating ramen out the pot wit my feet up on the table Hook Verse 3 See college is sort of like gymnastics You got to keep balance or you gon get your ass kicked Between the parties and the tests And sorting through the mess on your dorm room desk So interests just lie in constant limbo Memorizing info or mesmerizing nymphos? I’m trying to live morally world But, I need more of these sorority girls, what do I do? Hook Outro I want to give a special shout out to every college student in the world Whether you’re in college, used to go to college, or want to go to college Make something of yourself and get an education It’s a one of a kind experience Living this college life Shout out to the bell curve, Prop-T, Luc D
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Verse 1 A tank top and a mini skirt She ain’t provocative, she’s a mini flirt Ha, But I’ll be damned if I ain’t drawn Call me ESPN, I put the game on Forgive me if I get your name wrong But it’s a whole lot of ya’ll that got my brain gone And so I try not to look But I’m a hungry fish and there’s a whole lot of hooks like damn Hook x2 And I don’t know where I’m at Cause my mind tangled up in these Tank Top straps Like that Baby, wont you come right back But my mind tangled up in these tank top straps Like that Verse 2 The other day, I met this girl And slick talked her till I met her world And then I met her older sister But her older sister look better than her young sister And so I try to get the older sister Yea, it’s wrong but I could not resist her So the younger sister got real, real mad And called the older sister names that’s real, real bad So the older sister’s like I don’t like your sleek tone And punched the younger sister right up in the check bone I keep doing wrong, I need to do right But then I’m thinking, they got a cousin right? Hook x2 Verse 3 Another day and, and how you doing ma’am? My name’s Apollo and (eh, I got a man) Damn cause she got a man And I respect that there, but she got a tan And she got the right curves And a beautiful face if I could say the right words Forget that man she got a man But we could play on one field, with a lot of land Cause she say she like back rubs And I could give her back rubs in the bath tub But she say back up, no funny business And I’m like “I promise, no funny business” And so we just chilled But I don’t think she knew just how she made me feel So I got slick, and then it got sunny And before we knew it, it got funny like damn Hook x2 Verse 4 I’m at party on the roof, Las Vegas the bomb Performing at the Palms, now she in my palm Like, “I like your song, can I ride in your whip? Around the strip and you wanna see me strip” And so the tank top dips And her skirt just sits like right below her hips And she sitting in my lab, I’m rubbing on her hipbone Forget soul food can I put my lip on? But all of that is gone Cause I’m trying to do right and all of that is wrong But I’m at a party, and she’s sippin’ on a fifth So I get slick like your friend wanna kiss And she just giggled like maybe But we found a lady and then it got crazy In somebody hot tub, somebody beach house Somebody dad is about to cuss me out They making out at the outro I just need somebody couch yo Some tank tops and some gauchos My sanity like I’m out yo Hook x2 Outro Yea I know I hear it, he’s back to his misogynist antics And I need to get my mind untangled (but my mind tangled up in these tank top straps) Cause its bigger and better things in the world Then to be caught up in all these lustful things I need to find a good girl, one girl And we can eat a whole lot of soul food
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Soul Food 04:05
Hook I’m marinated by the beat, I need to flow My hands clasped and my knees to the floor I’m trying to stomach everything I need a bowl And I’ma keep eating till I feed my soul And then we gon drift, and then we gon drift Then we gon drift somewhere in the distance And then we gon drift, and then we gon drift Then we gon drift somewhere in the distance Verse 1 Uh, I’m just driving down 40 Formulating thoughts man I’m halfway to 40 I can’t believe it, somebody pray for me That the reaper never ever gon lure me But I see through the forks in the road Chicks that I’ve spooned, and backstabbing foes Life’s a buffet, I need a plate load And for all the salmonella, God’s the health code And so I’ll feed my soul No hater on this earth can defeat my soul No, I just filet these foes Dim lights and a beat I’m Bobby Flay of the flow Everyday for the dough, no, I’ll never follow green I got a green collar on, eating collard greens Whole rivieras full of life and aloe vera In my zone seeing double like Tia and Tamara, I’m gone Hook Verse 2 They say the right type of fruit can temp and hit the core of man Bringing dark melon in like I’m sort of tan And have me sitting nice like a Taurus van Couple bright lights and a mic, I’m enormous But these flings never did nothing for us And I feel moss on my back like Sinorce So I’m indulged Sunday like Portis To bounce from the racket like Boris Or maybe Bjorn Bork Most rappers don’t touch me, I’m beyond bored With their hot sauce hooks, lyrics wit no calories Low fat diets, they just in it for the salary But I’m hungry, they can’t stop me Rap appetite yea ya boy Kobayashi So I’ma take a plate of this hibachi And I will make it, just watch me Hook Verse 3 You see we lust for the sweets, life could be sweet If I could just have a yacht, couple chicks I could keep A whole lot of cake, a house with a foyer But the sugar looks good, but it aint good for ya And so I’m trying to eat this Broccoli But I’m stuck in the game like Hochuli I need a referee, I need some bread for me I try to eat but ain’t nothing left for me Cause I’m eating in the wrong place I got a whole bunch rubbish on my plate So I’ma let my faith Re-align my taste buds till I’m straight And then we gon drift, and then we gon drift And then we gon drift somewhere in the distance And then we gon drift, and then we gon drift And then we gon drift somewhere in the distance Outro (Bobbi) x2 Can you feed my soul, can you feed my soul If you ain’t in my life, I ain’t got no where to go I’ma fly away, I’ma fly away
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Echo This 03:13
Intro Ayo, I’m just sitting in my room And every word I write down Just echo off every wall in the room like (Hook) Echo this, man these kids gon echo this Echo this, so I write for their benefit Echo this, so in the sky like Pegasus Riding down the street shooting lyrics like Legalus Echo this, man them kids gon echo this Echo this, man them kids gon echo this Echo this, man them kids gon echo this Ech, ech, ech, echo this Verse 1 I fear them, off a smeared tongue Venomous darts headed straight for the eardrum If you’re young, I know it seems mere But we might need to veer from from who we hear from Or from what we speak I got nothing but respect for a rapper from the streets But, for the streets, paint stories of the streets Don’t make young kids wanna die in the streets See they ride to the beats, cling to every word Then tell all of their friends all the things they heard Like its cool to sell drugs It’s cool to murder and it’s cool to be a thug And even kids with opportunity is wishing they was And they throw away life, and throw away love He needs tutoring he says no thank ya I’m dropping out of school cause I wanna be a gangsta Hook Verse 2 I fear them, off a smeared tongue Venomous darts headed straight for the eardrum If you’re young, I know it seems mere But we might need to veer from from who we hear from Cause they’re flooding the stations With information manipulation Take facts and twist them distort them Present to the public in way that allures them Till they believe these lies Till they believe Obama has terrorist ties Cause he served to improve education With Professor Bill Ayers, he’s anti-nation? Knowing he was never involved With Ayers past, not then, not never at all But he’s a commi, look at his name His skin color, he’s an Arab, aint they all the same? Categorizing everything to the east Like ignorance ain’t a mark of the beast But they feast off spreading the hatred And then wonder why people still racist Hook Outro Uh, See what I’m trying to say is That when we’re in a position of influence We have a responsibility So we need to be careful with how we use that Influence is a powerful thing
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Verse 1 Can you feel me? I’m lost in the music And times stopped but I’m thinking I’ll use it To figure out or maybe just muse it This night air got an air that could soothe it I bet you I’d blow like uranium If they took my track and ran it back like Ladanian To dissect all the thoughts from my cranium When I’m meditating in the Mediterranean I wonder, what could life bring? If they never killed King or the son of the king Damn, I zone off in the vision And touch subconscious and metacognition I just listen to God through the mist My faith is this, soul can’t get missed I can’t spit, my skin ain’t onyx So I turn to the pen and add two to a sonnet Hook x2 Pondering life cause I got life Thinking bout all these people that I’m not like Spitting game to this chick cause she hot right As life passes me by at the stop light Verse 2 Can she feel me? I see the chick winking To my left, so I drift from my thinking Cause she’s fine and seductive but it’s not right To make her the spotlight at the stoplight Cause I got like a hundred other problems And these chicks’ll get you sidetracked don’t involve ’em So I evolve from my id and avoid it And just wave to the chick cause I’m buoyant I feel poignant, somebody give a hand to me Why I got to live the harder way like Anfernee? But it’s part of His plan for me (to make me stronger) So thank You for my family And being present in becoming times And every fan that I come to find Who never liked rap till they heard colorblind So maybe ‘Enough’ will stop other Columbine, I’m Hook x2 Verse 3 Can you feel me, or feel my message? I need answers, I’m all out of questions But it came through intricate adolescence That I got to do calc to count blessings Cause God’s got a funny way of making things Work out to the fullest through vacant things Or so they seemed till the lesson Shine through now I’m looking luminescent I guess we got to see the essence Of the floor, to value life when it’s florescent Life is a present In the present, now I’m all out of breath and Looking to my left and full of epinephrine Trying to keep my life from ever being evanescent Life is a mess if, divine don’t intervene So I’ma just pray till my light turn green Hook x2 Bridge x2 (Brian Allison) At the stoplight You know I’m not like These guys that might Got they eyes on you Outro Close your eyes and just vibe with me right now I’m in my zone right now Prop-T you’re a genius Take my soul away man Hope ya’ll enjoyed The Architect And every aspect of His building God live on through me Peace

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The Architect was officially released in January of 2009 at a sold-out concert at the Local 506 in Chapel Hill, NC. This album captures the bulk of my college experience and in essence, my experience trying to build and establish my identity as a man. Along that journey, I come to build a relationship with God, who I realize as the ultimate architect of my life. In a nutshell, the album’s title and thematic concepts come from this idea: My life is a building; God is the builder.

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released January 24, 2009

The entire album was produced and mixed by Taylor ‘Proper-T’ Johnson and was mastered at Bluefield Studio. The album features lyrical and vocal collaboration from Luc Dallaire, Kane ‘Novakane’ Smego, Donovan ‘D-LIV(E)’ Livingston, MJ Santos, Gene Hoskins, Tyrone ‘Quills’ Hudson, Bobbi Ruffin, and Brian Allison.

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Apollo Piero Wilmington, North Carolina

Apollo is a student of hip-hop driven by creating honest, introspective and socially conscious lyrics that explore the multiple dimensions of his life experiences.

A Tar-heel born and bred, Apollo is much more than a Hip Hop artist. He mentors inner city youth, teaches HS math, coaches Varsity Bball, and serves his church as a youth pastor. He has dreams to build a revolutionary school.
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