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Living Witness Hip Hop feature, “Fallen” produced by Derek Minor. Song features, Propaganda, Tobe Nwigwe, & Liz Vice.
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Many times hard work goes unseen. Canon and Aaron Cole reflect on their journey that has brought them to where they are today. Been Here is an upbeat anthem to encourage working hard towards the goals God has set on your heart.
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Deraj ft. Kassey Levels – Way Up [Official Audio]
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When people and situations strive to keep us down, we stay focused on the things above no matter what. We won’t settle for low standards when God made us greater. Since we were made for more, then with everything we do we aim do it Way Up.
Lyrics:
Hook:
Heard me on the track, you played it back in stereo
Now that’s your favorite song, they play it on the radio,
I stay working like that, You hear me, you don’t feel me though
And when I level up, I feel like super Mario,
Yeah I’m on my way up, Save that, save that all for later,
You want me good, I’m gone’ be greater,
Yea you say you’re on your way up,
Way up, way up…
Verse 1:
This that sky-dive flow, This that cannonball off the high dive flow,
This that no court-side, High-rise,
This that space jam, stretch armstrong, giving high fives,
Oh god, that’s so way up, How they ever gone’ fade us?
Oh god, We so way up, too low, you gotta aim up,
Oh god, bro we stay up, no sleep, with the bass up,
If it’s too lit, you can blame us, If it’s too quick, let me change up
Oh yah, I’m just following my conscious, yea you know we keep it honest,
Whole squad at the concert, Everybody throwing hands up,
everybody feeling nauseous, woo
Way way across the continent, Way up with the martians,
Way up is the standard, I don’t think they understand us,
Even sway ain’t got the answers,
Hook
Verse 2:
I ain’t messing with the nonsense, God all up in my conscious,
Speed dial cellular, we be talking on the regular,
It ain’t even no competitors, yeah homie you can bet it up,
OG with the veterans, I got the logo on the letterman,
We got the medicine, all you gotta do is let it in,
He just came to fill you way up, what you hearing is the evidence,
Everything else is irrelevant, crossed eyed for the settlement,
No lie when we telling it, No lie when we telling it
We about to get the party jumpin, ain’t a problem
Promise you we onto something,
We just give the people what they wanting,
when the is bass hitting, call it ear drumming,
Straight up, we got no gimmicks, hang time way over regulation
Way up, we got no limits, no chill, no time for hesitation,
Hook
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Tony Tillman – Granny’s Couch [Official Audio]
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Lyrics:
Back when I was in the hood I use to try to figure out, how to get some paper quick and get up off my granny’s couch. Local jobs didn’t hire felons so I took the bandit route, started selling crack and sack of weed from out my granny’s house. Bought a .25 and copped some packs, head got big cause now I got this strap. Hitting licks you kno I’m down with that, hit the block not far from round the tracks. Adams ave I’m tryna make some moves, paranoid don’t wanna make the news. Til the day I heard the call of God and then I smartened up like I went back to school. Just another lost soul on that side, throwing signs and banging on the west side. Rude boys them die to get respect and eying somebody’s necklace hanging like a necktie. Blowing smoke just tryna cope to live, was either that or overdose on pills. Low on doe so we were broke for real, thought selling dope would buy my folks a crib. Now most my homies either goners or they hit them corners tryna keep the rent paid, life’s a hassle feel they have to hustle til they shackled down like kunta kente’. Renewed my mind was glad to rearrange, flagrant two I had to leave the game. Freedom riders never freed of pain, free my dawgs it hurts to see em chained.
Hook – Back when I was in the hood I use to try to figure out, how to get off granny couch and move into a bigger house. I done got up out the hood and now I’m tryna figure out, how to get my Hittas out, how to free my hittas now.
The hood’s like prison we all some lifers, all got raps I ain’t talking cyphers. Homeboy can barely buy his daughter diapers, he bout to jack son I ain’t talking Michael. I’m talking bout hands up don’t make a sound, run what u got homie lay on the ground. You can get shot better not play around, ain’t got no hope so he stay on that brown. Lost and never seen as prospects, rejects, never gonna leave the projects. Respect, hold it back and you’ll get popped at, anything can turn into a cause to cock that. Welcome to the lockness watch where you stepping, land of the lost dreams home of the reckless. Watch who you mess with he prolly got weapons, got nothing to live for and no fear of death, God bless him. City gentrify the house they rent they moving out ain’t got nowhere to go, police come through on some bogus stop and frisk so crooked cops is all they know. Mama work can’t get the raise on minimum wage she skipping bills for food and clothes, had to sell the furniture to pay for lights so now we sleeping on the floor. I kno that story all too well boy, all too good, cause in the hood ain’t no fairy tales boy. No hope and so they giving up right there, they live in a nightmare, some of em rather go to jail. And that’s, window pain through my window frames, I’m praying the good Lord will bring em change. And free em from the prisons they got in their brains, I hate to see my people in them chains.
Hook – Back when I was in the hood I use to try to figure out, how to get off granny couch and move into a bigger house. I done got up out the hood and now I’m tryna figure out, how to get my Hittas out, how to free my hittas now.
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