Of Ink and Stone

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released May 9, 2017

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Eville/So.Au Ink Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Firmly attached to the golden age of hiphop when you had to actually rap to be a rapper.

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Track Name: Doctor's Orders (In)
You know who's. back with who boom bap likes this..
like a jigsaw how my raps might fit...
that's quite big..might capsize ships...
having all the head's saying... that's my shit...
turn it up...that's my shit...
little more..that's my shit...

This the type of effort...that the radio would never play../
bring pressure...like the metal lever on a of a trebuchet.../
remember writing lyrics on a napkin in a Chevrolet.../
illegible , remembered every letter of it anyway.../
crushing all competitors...the ledger on my resume../
won't hesitate to decimate ...if you test the Great../
send them to their final resting place like Heaven's Gate.../
the way that my mind flows you'd think I'd designed those../
rhymes...prose... with my eye closed.... in the Cosmos.../
a witty sender of disses to any city slicker../
pretending that there's any sicker ...silly nigga../
see their walking a tightrope on a slight slope.../
what I wrote leaves white smoke and the mic toast../
something that you must know..wordplay is cut throat../
get up close ....and watch the dust rose from my brush strokes.../
cut foes into just rows of the chuck roast../

you know who's back with boom bap like this..
like a jigsaw how my raps might fit...
that's quite big..might capsize ships...
having all the head's saying.. that's my shit...
turn it up...that's my shit...
little more..that's my shit...

I can flow so cool on some soulful twist../
or show fools...the whole sole of No Bull kicks.../
local but everybody on my social squints../
I dont blow through chips..or hold full clips.../
just chill in my castle....like Toadstool did.../
go to flicks ...early..on some old dudes shit../
now zilla have them wondering what beat that's from../
so I spit a little....looking for a reac-tion.../
just some real feedback....when these tracks done../
leave in the trash...all these weak ass bums.../
relapse and treat the beat like a speed bag some../
never pressed..have them wondering if he has thumbs../
just run this thing back like Talladega route..../
or...stick both your hands in an alligators mouth.../
I cleaning out my palette but I'm salivating now.../
devour all these rappers like a now & later...woooooooow

You know who's back..with boom bap likes this..
like a jigsaw how my raps might fit...
that's quite big..might capsize ships...
having all the head's saying. that's my shit...
turn it up...that's my shit...(x2)
little more..that's my shit...(x2)
Track Name: Dotted Lines Ft. Charlie Rose
Eville only:

With drama's stalking presence..you don't want this reference..
no water drop from heavens.. you get Mojave deserts.../
all of your cocky gestures aren't stopping your thoughts from stressing../
you copy? now you're caught where your god is hotly contested..../
...hell try to kill your arch neighbor with a sharp saber..../
if you skin's a dark shade then you are marked hater.../
complain all your wants are not catered.
..we'll talk later../
there's a child who lost his arm due to harsh labor.../
supposed you trip and start to throw a fit.../
don't get what you supposed to get..hold a 'fifth but, you're broke as shit../
you find a dope with a frozen wrist../
boasting he's hold's a grip on a boatload of poker chips.../
you grab his throat and you broke his ribs.../
hung by the rope of hopelessness...other roads but you chose this shit../
there's no story quite as old as this...
so I hold it in....closed to him ...under my lowered chin...

In the time of the modern mind...
sign on the dotted line...rhyme on the dotted line..
on the dotted line...drive on the dotted line...
but you outta time..you colonized..thrive between dotted lines..
just mere a thought of mine...
Track Name: Gills Ft. Tone Benjaminz
Can't you believe it, I'm telling you secret../
it may not be the deepest but it's the only one I'm keeping
before I had it locked tight..
something I did not like..but I'm turning on the spotlight
to spark the dark night.../
I'm tired of the cold sweats...how heavy soul gets../
with no rest..through the whole stretch..
and I'm so stressed ..they just dont get..
thinking Im so strong..telling me to hold on...
but I have own forearm against my throat..hard..
wonder if i chose wrong..if it was prolong...
I'd have to brave this cold storm ..with no coat on..
crowded solitude..Im just a cloud of molecules...
looking for a bond with myself..that's all I wanna do..


Woke up this morning underwater and I... said breathe just fine..
I guess thats the problem when you're one of a kind...you only know your own mind..
Woke up this morning underwater and I..said I breathe just fine..
they say I'm strange and they're probably right..so I dont leave the inside..
I woke up I woke up I woke up..this morning underwater ...X 4
still floating underwater..


I had my whole fill...of asking what you know's real.../
that cold feel.. need snow-mobile..or grow gills../
either will do ...my reason's are few..../
my body feels under attack..breathing's askew.../
close my blinds...shut my mind..turn up the beats in my room../
defeating this gloom and is squeezing me ..../
keeping me rude ... but weakening too..../
this disease doesn't briefly improve..../
I'll think I buried me...then swallowed the key to his tomb../

Woke up this morning underwater and I... said breathe just fine..
I guess thats the problem when you're one of a kind...you only know your own mind..
Woke up this morning underwater and I..said I breathe just fine..
they say I'm strange and they're probably right..so I dont leave the inside..
I woke up I woke up I woke up..this morning underwater ...X 4
still floating underwater..
Track Name: Lockin' Key
what you want money? I don't have that...
but I do have a brain with a flow that's fast..
do have zilla and he don't have half ass....
when it comes to the dope never hold back rap...
hit them with the bar that'll knock'm in the chest..
it'll be a problem when you rocking with the best...
hold up..if I could interject...I could be a killer, in a sec..
been a wreck...had to take a minute just to get a...rest../
isn't jest...bad thoughts bubble like a winter vest.../
inch by inch I get that living and giving not getting checks...

know that naturally that I'm gon' need a salary...
wanna play but I have to sleep...
mold me a masterpiece before I'm old and atrophied...
that's how it goes have the knack..but no backing ...
(yeah)...it's a roller coaster slowed backward...
it's goes on and on it's so elaborate.../
but I've been shown the throne and I alone will know...
if we go toe-to-toe ..you won't last ...kid..
match thrown and tossed like a cold..sal-ad..../
had to dust'm like an old mattress.../
rowing a boat with no ballasts..shit..

-walking down the hall of life and looking for doors...
the key I'm trying isn't working but it took it before .../
I didn't panic or break the handle ..he just took him a tour..


What you want fam? that's not likely.../
yet there's so many lanes try to stop my speed..
people get cockeyed when they see popeye green../
while I jot all thoughts that my plotline reads../
all you gotta do is more present ../
it's a gift when you give it like store credit../
where you're headed is more important and it authentic../
bullheaded never move from my core ethic../
sure the thieves full of greed make me nauseas../
take heed before they breeze into office../
hard to see when the things are the darkest../
follow me I will lead you to promise../
land..gotta calm it fam../
you see it baby, like a sonogram.../
that common man's a charlatan..
conning like hologram...gobbling the dollars and../
it's all a sham...but you knew that right?...
success is there ..when your head is clear..and the lesson here is...
you can fight../
put up your dukes....pull up your boots...muster the nerve that couldn't recruit..//
do what you want b/c the good is in you..if you couldn't deduce..your pudding's the proof../
i built the house then I stood on the roof...swam in a pond that you couldn't pollute...


-walking down the hall of life and looking for doors...
the key I'm trying isn't working but it took it before .../
I didn't panic or break the handle ..he just took him a tour..
Track Name: Heavy Wait Ft. Greydon Square
Eville only:

Verse 1:
Every forefather...had to carry more martyrs...
it was very cold...offered to share the load often../
demagogue talking like Barry Goldwater../
so every quote resonates with a scary note wafting../
through the air...I'm losing hair,who would care they just stoop and stare../
look in my eyes like 'how you doing there? Just stupid, yea?'../
you're not my ruler..just a suit in chairs../
they tell what they're doing's fair and you should share..just helping your prepare../
my head's blaring with red herring's so I plug the dam.../
but fuck it man the water's rising and I'm stuck with them../
another plan to clutch the land in my touch again../
but truth's a rubberband that you just busted man../
so while you fall to reach and try to halt the beast.../
I'll atl-delete any rawkus caucus... tries assaulting me../
treat them like that Boston tea that they tossed for free../
send all these flocks of sheep to the Baltic sea...


Verse 2:
Track Name: Occu Pi'd
I can't run 'round x 4 ( I gotta stay focused)

I am an oddity...w/o apology
viewing cosmic like Ptolemy ..but stop and read a comic ..see../
been bitten by life..and need an antidote.../
before I pop my top like a can'a coke../
can't handle progress the same way I handle broke.../
I grab my bucket ...they abandon boats../
hand on the cuban rum...just enough to make my movement numb../
fluid pollution...it'll do it ton.../
insides my head is the best concert.. wrestle with my pet monster../
he wrecks my head when I'm depressed...ponder.../
last mistakes....still as a placid lake.../
the fastest way to fuck things up is how I have to play../
I burn the bridge and let the ashes stay.../
you gotta treat your heart like cash someway.../
and keep a little of it stashed away.../
smashed all my savage ways....I'm feelin better and I have to say...

I can't run 'round x 4 ( I gotta stay focused)


5 in the morning..gotta shine before the sun does.../
breathe..to lung flushed....thinking of my one love../
dog walking...ordinary person here on all margins?
No, not exactly just abhor stardom.../
penning cursively and I...live introvertedly.../
my friends are perfect they understand and work with me../
never concerned when I'm unheard ...or message nervously../
you see this verse is burning words into my sternum..G.../
the nerd in me needs to hurl them like I'm hercules.../
and certain things calm nerves to set my burden free.../
I have to do this...there's no multiple choice box.../
my voice rocks over this..or my joy stops.../
I burn the bridge and let the ashes stay.../
you gotta treat your peace like cash someway.../
and keep a little of it stashed away.../
smashed all my savage ways....I'm feelin better and I have to say...

I can't run 'round x 4 ( I gotta stay focused)
Track Name: Recognize Real ft. Tone Benjaminz
Stabbed by the thorns, I'd still pull the rose..
I've seen more murder then a field full of crows..
Kneeled in the snow..
over the blood spilled for the dough...
Looking for a deal for the low...
I was observer, just capturing things..
But I couldn't h elp but wonder could it happen to me...
One minute flicking pictures throwing up a capital V..
Then getting blasted by an actual beast..
I mean, what are odds I get snuffed like a cigarette...
Just for some disrespect..dust, in a millisec..*poof*
just a chalk silhouette too..pressed on my neck now i'm feeling death's boot..
you think it's too deep....in truth it's not unique...you knew me..
I was the hoodie with the dreads on that through street...
the bus driver with tattoos and the blue jeans ....
that little kid drawing on pics on his loose leaf...
who keeps track..if they're weren't black would you loose sleep??
maybe a few winks....if they featured it on news week...


(I was shot by a cop) yah , know me (x3)
(died in my cell) yah you know me(x3)
(raped in my tent) yah you know me(x3)


It's like I finally feel like Ralph Ellison...
I guess they've learned to deal with mad elephants...
even when they're pressing them..leaving an impression..
in floorboards...stepping on their pores...where's the effort from?
who believes skin color makes a human being?
stupid greed makes demons you and me....
two degrees separating us from losing steam...
cool it G....I would try to ruin genes....
even when its chock of full of hatred...
had my people locked in the basement....
found all their art and defaced it...
amazed when I approach you grace not impatience..
b/c I know feels like to be rolled over....
to have fresh fangs push out the old molars....
have the will to be warm when your souls colder..
to side step avalanches when they roll boulders..
once we step then fetch...but the shows over...
there's a few who forget..they're just holdovers.....

was I was walking to the store
I was playing in a park
I had both my hands up
I was selling cigarettes
I reach was reaching for my wallet
Track Name: WireCutters (Out)
Holy toledo ...I'm growing like Cee-loo...my ego..
is higher than peaks that you see snow...
healing but hurting like chemo..it's evil../
two very different sides of a C-note.../
kinda hostile committing impossible crimes.../
colossal in size to topple your mind.../
they've identified saucers that cross through the sky../
it's me and my people when unsupervised.../
'how does come with such wonderful lines?'.../
I wrote this in blood with a bundle of knives.../
if I gave them my all then that someone will die../
it's just too much to burden ...their loved one's would cry..../
homie, I'm ill with a capital 'ewwww'...
combination of practice and natural skill..../
if their passion is rap then get back on your heels.../
'cus I'm latched to the saddle and galloping still....

Impossible...impossible..we doing the mission impossible...
for you to not listen's..impossible...
me and zilla not killin's...impossible....




I set fire to booth...like lighters and booze.../
and..there's no iron on lions and tigers is loose.../
there's lightning and violence there's no time to regroup../
if you're hide in your room ...I'm finding you soon../
once I would pine for the likes and 'ooooo's
I'm turning the tide like I'm riding the moon..../
while they're mindlessly mining for diamonds and jewels../
I'm climbing the sides of inspiring grooves.../
their breathing just worsens what dying improves.../
why I've been rhyming denying them food.../
they thought I was playing like this a game?../
there'll be no more thinking when missing your brain.../
they don't listen til' witnesses witness your pain.../
not sick or demented not pissed or deranged.../
not missing a grip of a particular things..../
in a sense I'm just miffed...and my mission is strange.../


Impossible...impossible..we doing the mission impossible...
for you to not listen's..impossible...
me and zilla not killin's...impossible....