Think 4 Yourself
Lyrics by Astrid Engberg and Mattic Parks. Music
by Chomsk'
(rap)

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Get up in the morning
black coffee
milk is overdue
pick up some old cassette
set my feelings

I take my time
says a friend of mine
but I don't mind,
I don't mind if I don't find
They get to go

see me laying
Think
4 yourself
x2
Cause the streets
don't seem gray
when you're on my mind
and when you know
well I feel fine

How about you
?

Description of your problems
Man I know it all connects
Get up on the go
You never going to figure out talking to everybody
need to think for yourself
I say

This mans there's dimensions you ain't tapped in yet.
Got your focus all wrong but I bet
The test is a classroom and you might fail
win some lose some, it's all swell.

Description of your problems I know the next person
need to get up on the go, got to get up on the, get up on the…
You never going to figure out taking advice
Got ah think, got ah think, got ah think for yourself allright.

How That Sound

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky

So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.

And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl

She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.

Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.

They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.

I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.

The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.

(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?

Last Days

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky

(chorus)
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days

We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days

A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes
Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times.
Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline.
If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ?
No !
I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.

Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines
Well I'll be Damned
If you want to know how life is check out the music.
It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.

Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch
so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch.
Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash
Here today and then they gone fast.
All you hear is nigga's run up in your home.
Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.

Steel up in your face like man give it up,
but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up.
I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family
Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.

From hurricanes to strong winds and rain
To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain.
Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools
Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.

Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look.
Bless my soul, I attend rock shows.
Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help.
Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk.
Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk.
Gas price sky high
I wonder why ?
Is it my turn or your turn to die.

Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze
God witness cause I see all the last days
I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise
It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga
(repeat)

We living in Last Days

GHOST MUSIC
Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P
Beat by Chomsky

(Chorus)
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music

Hey it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music

The like…
Ah hell now did I miss it?
before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated.
I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen
when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.

Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule
My medulla's like pole vaulter's
A high choose
Your best tracks, friend can help.
In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.

And the crowd the only clap
cause they don't want no playback.
A universal word describes you as whack.
While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger.
The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.

Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils
or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal.
Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will.
Death Certificate host, America's most.

Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage.
The stage or the living room I abuse it
Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands
Energy my man let me help you understand

How you got to X a man on the stage

Think they got cha
They think the got cha

Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd

When they watch you

When they watch ya

How you got to X a man on the stage

Think they got cha
they think the got cha

Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd

When they watch you
When they watch ya

Music pause people
(repeat)
Music make's think
(repeat)
Music make'em think
Man you got make them think!!

MUSIC MAKE THEM DANCE

It's Fantastic

Lyrics by Green T, Mattic and FP & Beat by Chomsky

Mattic's Lyrics

(chorus)
To the break of Dawn
Man we got that fire to the break of dawn
(repeat)

Throwing Beams
Illuminate the whole seen
For the Green T, FP, and M.A.T.T
That kid Molecular, ASMATTIC and Chomsky it must be…

The Fantastic Planet
we made couple city's with sound and alien brain behind glass fixtures.
Contain a fluid of ILL, for colored bills.
See them mortals with skillz from the tree of JC !!

(chorus)
We make the fore go on and on
And on and on and on and on.
(repeat)