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Deacon The Villain: the mere sight of her silhouette most are frightened yet I sat and lit a cigarette lost in excitement she breathed life into my cold strife plus got fight like 300 without a bowled strike like lightning could melt iron mike tyson so fly she rules the sky without a pilot’s license no man in orbit’s safe not even viking’s in the Nordic states she like light sun in the morning makes not son of the morning more like daughter of dawn the queen of the summer none hotter has spawned she's killin the game when I’m feelin her flame it kills stress so the villain remains Eligh: She's always had it, blue flame magic inside her basket the ability to move through pain like you move through traffic Born that way, like a brick house, tough and hard to interpret, kept her feelings un-detected reflective on the surface. Eartha Kitt with the spit, she could get anything with the wit she gamed up, she came up off the cats that want to fuck, on they back they lay, ate like a parfait, no bar code, she's off the grid, orphan to the streets, morphing enemies into puzzle pieces, put them in they place. Inner space filled with pills dissolving in a Hennessy lake of sadness, a woman's madness, on the brink of a break down. She finds surrender, and though that may sound like giving in, she found her way back to self, and from the days that, she pimped those ho's across the race track, she found some peace in knowing thats she's decent in the eyes of god, and she can teach that, a reach back, to the young girls, on the avenues, with the same flame tattooed on their corneas The Grouch: It's burning I felt it Inferno Melted Speechless Moments Vibrations Opponents She's so hot And steaming All words Are unheard I sure got The meaning No wonder Just thunder Much like sun rays at noontime Or alcohol content in moonshine Scorching the area of focus Make ashes of your entire fortress With one look It's over Game done A soldier Passion Desire Inside her The fire!
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Deacon The Villain: I mean ta be in the moment to really sit still in it without the pills and other thangs and get real with it to not reflect or project these feelings i’m harboring to not give fuck bout who’s feelings i’m bothering it’s startling how hard it is swallowing truth I’m dry heaving on the daily need to water my roots I’m spose to be the type of soldier God would recruit but I lost my troops and it’s soo hard to regroup tryna cope losing hope out following smoke when I approach they looking through me as if I was a ghost cause I’m not in the present I’m present but not my essence don’t count these seconds, nigga count your blessings! but time is money if a brother ain’t countin’ dollars I’d be homeless in these mountain hollers it’s hard I’m at odds tween earth and star but for the moment put the purp in the ‘gar my nigga and just... Eligh: Learn from my mistakes, raking up the leaves, burn them in my place, ashes in the breeze. Smash em in your face, for re-hashing the past, now you can taste the history, misery and peace. Yet peace is in the present, so I make a constant effort, to feel my feet against the street, the way we feel the beat. Rattle and roll, straddle the bass line like I straddle my goals, tight. With a whip in sight, with a wit thats like a thousand sarcastic talk show hosts, and a viscous right jab, to mic stands, which might land the riches I grab, in the right place: the heart chakra. The riches I speak of are not of a monetary operating system, your lost, obnoxious, non-spirit driven operas are not my cup of tea. My people fuck with me, because I'm fucking free! I live in the now, the futures un-known, but I cook my destiny without a recipe, just me and god to see beyond. Natti: To the victor goes history Cover up the the misery Oppressed seek oppressor for what's meant to be a memory placed upon papyrus or witnessed with your iris Degraded through the grapevine soured as the vine is Still recited by the Pius with approval from the highest Placed up on the food chain So slaves can buy a new chain Freshly topped tombstones Them graves can get new a name Spark a conversation after soaking it in butane Searching for a new lane while waving at the the past To be the wave of the future but the tides turning fast Cops already purging in the streets without a mask The stage is being set with only extras in the cast The faint of heart can't grasp how the brave can simply laugh The humor is the hubris to be first to carve the path And gasp The Grouch: Makin' time out of nothin' but everything Can't is just a word that we never sing Let it be heard I make noise from the silence of light Sights from the science of sound Profound thoughts Let's walk, between the seconds they talk I pay it no mind I know their reference is off I get my messages straight from the heavens And share em with my brethren in case they're late to the session Can you relate to the question? I can, just a man with a place for progression face it, bass hits for discussion it's all the same shit Spaceships get percussive I turn clocks with my muscles Move rocks with a chuckle Just watch, no buckle When time is a puzzle then trust this Life isn't measured it just is
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100 Years 03:37
Eligh: 100 years and running, and nothing seems to stop the tears from coming. Trapped inside a cage built of bone, held together by rage, and something love like. Near and dear to spirit, I hear it, it whispers in the conscience, not a complimentary voice, it breaks me down and tells me lies so vicious. Im not like I used to be. In hind sight, the misery manipulated my life. Twilight twinkling, representing my stripes, along the journey earned in a fight like, battle to regain what was lost, in the Mai-Tai cocktail of my 20's. In bright bright lights shown across the screen freely, just so some souls could avoid the same deities. Devils and demons, Angels and healings, rebels and reasons, exposing the changing of seasons, a mangy hound, to the best in show. The skull can be a prison, if just one kid listens, then 100 years is worth every sentence, Im on life row Natti: Sentenced to a century Starting through the bars glaring hard at the sentry Guarding every scar with a heart feeling empty Poppi was a star burning gars full of sensi Mentally Reminiscing how he used to stash that In a white hatchback Now that money's rare like a pro white halfback Didn't kill a soul but the system sent him Amtrak Chance of appeal looking lean like lamb fat Prison yard sun rays Sunday to Sunday what he miss is moonlight Product of a goons life Howling at the nothing in the sky away from eye sight Raisin in the sun nothing left ahead but hindsight The Grouch: 39 in this height climb Light for a lifetime Some wrinkles in that Quiet the mind Silence the tongue, that's young 61 more trips around the sun 'fore we done Make it last forever they sang Then the rain came down turned pleasure to pain And some couldn't stay sane They'd run from pillar to post Even chose to kill they own brains Or make others feel the strain Brothers from the same mother ranged Bipolar to hi roller Pharmaceuticals for my beautifuls in a stroller That ain't worth the money Get the power from the solar Hit em with the honey And the natural soul Show em love, blow em kisses, grow em grub Need no lifejacket, I can float the tub Kno: In August 63 Earl stood with King, Junior Pain in his past he dreamed for the future In 92 he stood with King, Rodney Trying to leave a better world for his progeny Living room TV in 63 Saw JFK slumped over in his seat Hospital bed TV in 08 Watched 44 carry 28 states The same states that viewed Earl as a heathen He turned around and shot guns for they freedom World War II lucky to come back In 91 he lost a son in Iraq Enough to make the old man's blood boil Earl bled for freedom, his son bled for oil In his belongings cassettes by P.E. Reminded Earl of the protest songs by Stevie When Earl was young they lynched kids in the streets But now the Klan wears Blue not sheets cus...
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Eligh: This is the sound of rushing wind, a hurricane inside my brain, I let the storm out through my pen, then many men will feel my pain. I blame no one, I am the Shogun, I am the sun, moon, stars, and emotion, my gun weighs a ton, point it at the black glass, blast, then Im out the rain. Let it loose, let it free, let it exist, then let it be. Let it go, when I'm in a battle with myself I drop the hammer so quick, like Geronimo, scalping the dishonorable ego, sick like, H1-N1-measles. Midnight key strokes, typing out my defects, my assets, at least though, Im looking at my true face. Illegal entry, to therapists and outside entities, centuries Ive been moving about this universe. Surfing across the Milky way in a filthy way, but I cleaned my act up like acne, back up my Mack truck, fill up the trunk with taxing lessons to maximize my presence on earth for this track meet. Not a race but, a marathon. Larger than life like a Mastodon. Broke, but can't see where the cast is on, healing fast, and at last its on, my power is now at 8.5, can't wait till I get to 10. can't break a man who's made of water, can you read my grin, can you read my grin? Deacon The Villain (Hook): Hydro, can't escape the streets on fire Wherever you go, see the black smoke Can't escape the deep desire To put upon a show x2 The Grouch: I ask Give me the knowledge and wisdom To craft stronger words and live them Eliminate all hate from my system To spread only love's the mission I get, remember who you are Mr. Corey Do your part be your own category Protection and abundance is with you Be not afraid there's no end to this truth Help us all to shine I say Spirit bodies outta mine I pray & then I call back the pieces of me That I left in the deepest of seas Not really work in mysterious ways But rather search and there will be light Spread it too and you will be change Unified by the breath of life Hook Deacon The Villain: Dear Deacon, Seen you at the club last weekend them jeans was kinda skinny and them bottles pretty frequent oh, you networkin? that's what they call it now it seems to me you really need to set yo wallet down you thirty something lookin’ like a student in a college town a mindless zombie all you do is follow sound and crowns why you seekin' to be a squire? when God promised you empires you've been hired by the highest yet you lookin’ like the pious stuck in cycles like dryers ought to peel you way with pliers outliers that’s what you seeking to be yet yellin yolo like it’s promo an indecent decree Natti: Deeply seeded in heated shouting match between my echo As I Mutter and stutter through Sutter Kane's manifestation Sanity is retro Insanity is now Instagramafication let the vanity run wild Double tappin That ass Done with tappin that ass Watch officials make it clap with oil bodies and cash From a highway to heaven 100 something on the dash To a side street in Hades broke down outta gas Conflicting of the digital and physical remake or original Ass out and dusted folks so close to aboriginal Lungs screaming dro but them pockets close to Reginald Got the car note but insurance lookin skeptical But internet self gotta cool profile so cool got me wonder what he doing right now With a pack of dimes lounging by the pool right now In the finer designer items im returnin right now be you
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Deacon The Villain: i'm talking dirt floors not roads indoors cold feet no heat hoping the insulation got no leaks stove burning for fo' weeks they bout to cut the gas off shawty got 6 kids youngest with a bad cough daddy died of cancer mama was his tiny dancer but now that fairy tale's atlantis and nobody's got the answers and it's freezing she’s eaten way too many dinners chilled walgreens cvs they don't sell the benadryl for those colds ain't no subwoofers for those lows no chimney for cocoa froze as a framed photos all night bundled with her babies through the long nights the winter's no pretender he is no bark all bite little lucy was tall fight would call Christ mainline but on the same dime go to war come game time yup she had to find the will to shine in the dark sometimes you need winter for fire to spark thats all im saying Eligh: Its evident, theres something heaven sent, watching over me like the secret service watch the president. A resident of LAUSD, I was a hesitant little boy, a little coy, a little shy, inner city schooling was the measurement, of how I never measured up, I wasn't tough enough, I couldn't fight, I liked to draw, I liked to write, and there were times, when something pulled me left instead of right, avoiding ass beatings in the alley ways, by candle light I thought of ways to mangle mics, if I ever had a chance, tenements, of my mind, filled with mini me's, telling me "you can do it!" and "no you can't" back and forth, fast forward, Legends on the road, I act a fool, I lose control. Should of lost my life. Stickin my dick in the dirt. Dirty women and dirty drug memories tatter the walls, or decorate the halls now that Ive survived, Angels in the outfield, thats why Im alive. Sentiments of a fire place during winter time. The Grouch: Warm my soul with this winterfire Until the wheels fall off boy I'll never retire Hired for a job they really has no finish I'm bad bro Without the bad bro image Manifestations of a kid with foresight Intentional aim, use my heat to make more light 'Cause I never knew a cunnin' linguist To fit in with the crowd So we come distinguished Get low like Mingus The night glows As we sit around the campground and chant down evil forces We're who the mic chose You won't do shit about it mayne Can't tame these horses Can't you see my breath breathe? Is it cold outside or is it just me? Through many three dog noches most freeze We keep it lit Toast to these OG's
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released November 18, 2014

All Tracks Produced by Kno for Knolan Ryan Productions // Executive Producers: Kno & Eligh // Mixed & Mastered by Kno // Photography by Sol Exposure

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