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The Mentable

by Brayell

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1.
The Mentable 04:19
"The Mentable" by Aleyes (Verse 1) Guess who, it’s ya boy who got bars Intelligent eminent gentleman bellowin voice in VoxGuards Development evident, spreadin then gettin enjoyed as PopTarts Avoiding cop cars from Troy to Oxnard I’m John Mark Karr on the beat, but I actually kill it Drop tsar’s walls with this heat that my pad’ll be spillin' Your faculty’s pillaged, ashed to bits and fragments, gathering spillage Rapidly fillin', cataclysmic acts of savagery Ravaging villain, panicking, agony’s buildin' Scrambling, vanishing children, family’s rationing shillin's Flattening land of the village, tragedy, rambling, squealin' Had to be feelin bad for these tracks I be avidly killin' I’m causing injury, fatal when proximate to a mic And to all oblivious types, well I’ll optimistically train you I’m far from mentally stable, although my thoughts are all sensible Awfully mentally able so you can call me the Mentable, ya dig it yo? (Hook) It’s the Mentable baby/ I got the rhymes and flows that make your system go crazy These written compositions get ya quizzical, they brang Continual heydays but minimal pay wage Still I show you how it’s done Round em’ up, get your homies, turn the loudness up Bounce and bump when the music gets you wild and buck Aleyes’ll rip a spot up then he out the cut (Verse 2) I got a thing for words and have a master of cadence Blink and you’re sure to think you’ve passed the act of the greatest Ran it’s back to the basics, face it I’m smashin your face in Making a massive invasion, mace any man imitating Mainly a matter of makin' sure my shine don’t stop ever Time bomb with Cyclopsian sight on lock, centered Your rhymes aren’t that white hot, you write chalk on sidewalks, I’m like not a white cod cause I’m gon' flop never Letters of Scarlett, instead of heads I’m severing jargon Better departure or get left for dead like debtors in Harlem Resemble a Spartan, Bettin' you’ll get recollections of arson Setting a trend among veteran artists, Said that you’re better than everyone? Negative, beggin' your pardon These dumb dimwits definitely despise me They ain’t deep, got dull divots, depth of diction declining Deaf, deficient of dying, I often tomahawk imbeciles Cause I’m mentally able, so y’all could call me the Mentable, ya dig it yo? (Hook) It’s the Mentable baby I got the rhymes and flows that make your system go crazy These written compositions get ya quizzical, they brang Continual heydays but minimal pay wage But still I show you how it’s done Round em’ up, get your homies, turn the loudness up Bounce and bump when the music gets you wild and buck Aleyes’ll rip a spot up then he out the cut (Verse 3) So by now your mind is wowed and you get it, I’m that dope And you doubt you’ll find a sound with more equivalent knacks shown Or intricate fast flows, a lyrical Van Gogh That spits with wit to get your mental swimmin' like backstrokes Ascension, no plateau, progressively preppin' my skills Pressin' depressive presents like pregnancy prevention pills Presently pressure precedents presidents pressured preferably Preppy oppressive preppers impressively prevalent still Or not really cause I’m sure to bring disaster Retort a scorn with ease, a force disorderly in manner Born with kingly grandeur, more than meets your orbs, like Zebra Jasper Won’t resort to be one more for your authorities to capture Ugh, fierce bite of a Bengal Tiger Sheer spice of a Jägermeister Turn major minor, play the game and the stakes are higher So veer right like an angry driver A raging fire, and here’s to all folks who don’t listen It’s Aleyes, the Mentable so don’t get it twisted, ya dig it? (Hook) It’s the Mentable baby I got the rhymes and flows that make your system go crazy These written compositions get ya quizzical, they brang Continual heydays but minimal pay wage But still I show you how it’s done Round em’ up, get your homies, turn the loudness up Bounce and bump when the music gets you wild and buck Aleyes’ll rip a spot up then he out the cut, whassup?
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"Ya Boy Got Bars" by Aleyes Aleyes, that local alien, mogul’s praising him Homosapiens, bow down to glowing radiance Loud mouths and craziness, crowds shout in stadiums Cause rhymes so sweet that they plow down your pancreas Round house the atheist claiming I don’t exist Young rap god yo, medications you won’t prescript To the average ear, nigga I’ll smack a queer So quick that his plastic peers won’t have a simple minute to grab a beer What happened here? It’s a bloody lyrical crime scene Such a pitiful plight; he suffered syllable striking Typing with the sum of wisdom in biblical writings What equivocal tidings, I’m a criminal right? Please. It ain’t against the law to murder these lines Verbally prime while you niggas spittin’ nursery rhymes Perfectly timed, kickin' the syllables up at the turn of an eye Never set a battle date and then you will surely be fine Because the force in this kid’s strong, ignores dissonance And it be as persistent as door to door witnessin’ Export lyrics like corps deport immigrants And you know I stay gettin’ off like I’m George Zimmerman Like torn ligaments, rippin' up on the track, and be smashing writtens Of rapping fanatics that you’re mimickin’ A born lyricist, sick enough to attack your lymphatic system And jam it by packin’ in more cinnamon I form sentences worthy of repetition A demolition of wordings, the dirtiest epidemic You beg yo nigga for mercy, but mercy is never given Surpassing the averages without learning the definition .... bars
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Time 03:30
"Time" by Aleyes (Verse 1) I feel the constant minutes trynna track me down Like a track meet how will I beat this clock that’s tickin? Not sloshed from Guinness, but I’ve lost my spirits Cause I’m watchin watches digits and their paths we count Like Pacquiáo, the hands just move so fast Elapsing round my grasp like a judo stance Like Kuzco’s plan, I seek to get in my groove Liberal views but constricted by the infinite rules of (Hook) Time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul In a split second you splittin in two new modes Ayo, time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed (Verse 2) The hour glass, days feel as though an hour’s passed Drowsy drags, then I’m eager for a power nap Shower cap, then I vibe to a quick tune Feelin as divine as the Vishnu, or the mind of a Hindu Eyes wide, iced as an igloo Height-wise 5’9, stay high as a tin roof Hindsight, wise guys multiply that by 10-2 I feel blue, but this endless cycle continues cause (Hook) Time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul In a split second you splittin in two new modes Ayo, time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed (Verse 3) These digital digits shiftin quicker than the scripts of the Witnesses of innocent victims, yo I’m in it to win it But these limited minutes got my sense of vision demented Is it a gimmick of a figurative figment? Is your intent in my legitimate interest? Rigid equivalent of Denace the Menace Wishin to get another snippet of tickin Yea I’m itchin for more time, but just can’t seem to get it, ya dig it (Hook) Time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul In a split second you splittin in two new modes Ayo, time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed (Verse 4) Rappin the same lines, spit it quick then it’s Back to the main grind, gonna finish my Math in the back of the class, then I’m fillin my Gas in the tank, I dash in a straight line Back up, smashin a brake light Backed up, but I happen to make time Last month got a handful of shakes, had em askin for tapes Then it tapped in the grape vine, takes five Minutes of frustration to break the dash I’m Getting too impatient to straight relax my Mental’s on a train with no straightened track Wanna take a nap, but I better face the facts because (Hook [x2]) Time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul In a split second you splittin in two new modes Ayo, time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed (Outro [x2]) Time keeps slippin' away It keeps slip slip slippin' away now Time, it keeps slippin' away Keeps slip slip slippin' away
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Time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul In a split second you splittin in two new modes Ayo, time, where do you go? It’d behoove you to cruise through and move too slow Every blue moon, poof, you excuse your soul Feels like every 10 minutes it was two who showed
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Seven-Two 03:07
"Seven-Two" by Aleyes (Hook) 7-2 degrees with the windows down and you know we gonna ride real slow Ya we’re headed to the sea from a west coast town; we don’t know where the time will go So stay vibin' to the music and kickback (with a couple of homies and chillin' up with the shorties) Just cruisin with my windows down, with my windows down, with my windows down (Verse 1) Just posted, like an NBA center When winter brings shivers I just imitate Bender and kill ‘em off, then they dissipate quicker than the dripping rain sittin’ in sizzling cistern Yo I illustrate pictures on a musical canvas So tune into my beautiful stanzas Use inscrutable answers when I’m asked why my life’s so insane Cause honestly I’m baffled and I try to explain But can’t, so I just go with the flow Both in my notes and in those moments that I hold no control Open my soul and you will find something broken and cold I just found some better avenues to with it cope with it all So I could sing a sweeter melody like “La Da Da” And start reasoning conceptually; my mind got lost Cause I was dimmed and never focused on the books I scanned But now I’m livin’ up this moment while the good times last… cause it’s (Hook) 7-2 degrees with the windows down and you know we gonna ride real slow Ya we’re headed to the sea from a west coast town; we don’t know where the time will go So stay vibin’ to the music and kickback (with a couple of homies and chillin' up with the shorties) Just cruisin' with my windows down, with my windows down, with my windows down (Verse 2) Yo I’m welcoming the positives, weeding out the negatives, And scheming how to implement direction in my audience I often sit and speculate my everyday accomplishments Thinking that I’ll never make whatever change deposited By politicians in bank safes, But stop and listen while my compositions make pay raise My contradictions causing friction but I still save face I’m on a mission, stoppin’ opposition so make way And vacate because I’m trynna turn the winter to a favorable season Even when I’m quaking and freezing It’s a dangerous region when you let emotions make days gray Especially when it’s sunny, screw what may take place And just let the music fluidly maneuver your soul To and fro, soothing you just like shampoo to a fro Because this life can get tricky like a David Blaine show But if you say it’s all pity I just say it ain’t so (Hook) 7-2 degrees with the windows down and you know we gonna ride real slow Ya we’re headed to the sea from a west coast town; we don’t know where the time will go So stay vibin’ to the music and kickback (with a couple of homies and chillin' up with the shorties) Just cruisin with my windows down, with my windows down, with my windows down
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Rawk With Me 02:57
"Rawk With Me" by Aleyes (Verse 1) Yo, my lyrics on these tracks like a sociopath You’ll be hearin’ I’m the master, Lil Romeo’s dad I’m only a lad, so sick, in need of homeopathics Rippin' the syllables bigger than minerals, “Jeez, this oreo can spit” Developin' a flow? Another Sherlock Holme mystery With exponential growth I keep it turnin', rotisserie Unmerciful killing spree when I’m servin' you lyrically If your crew was the sequel then I done murked a whole trilogy Yea you’re heard, but no listening, like there’s cotton in ya ears With your artificial peers it’s time this prophet interfered I’m an object in the mirror, and still I see your reflection If you could be more receptive you might’ve got it crystal clear It appears you’re just winter, homie, we rake the autumn leaves I feel I’m a winner cause only Greeks hated Socrates Be relayin' prophecies as I cremate the hottest beats DDT made a job on me like the Teenage Lobotomy I’m John Locke, philosophically drop knowledge like Constantine Top “ramen” and hot as the hot sauces ya momma eats Non stop, I’m astonishing. Drop bombs so I oughtta be Bombin’ a hot topic to crop popular oddities out the scene (Hook) Everybody just rock with me Cause y’all dealing with a Socrates Not thieves but I copped the beat Clock cleaned, get your lock and key Said everybody just rock with me Y’all dealing with a Socrates Top schemes you cannot defeat I’m all things that you wanna be (Verse 2) Let’s put my knowledge to work, applying rawness to words Spittin’ smooth enough that I could prolly polish a turd So cut the talk and the chirp or you’ll be flocking with birds I be ruling like a Khanate or an Ottoman Turk So, call me an artist, I be drawing attention Have to alter the charts cause I am not gettin’ mentioned Rappers fallin’ apart cause they re“tart”ed as lemons You had to stop at the start cause I have fought it to finish I’m rhyming so many syllables, timing stone like a mineral Binding so very lyrical, rising over the trivial Climbing so many intervals; I’m alone at my pinnacle Mining gold, shining mold, dying souls found a miracle “Yo dude, did you hear my homie’s rhyme scheme?” "Well I guess it was ok, but it’s just.. oh his timing. His flow is timely, but he ain’t that dope at rhyming!" Aye listen up you haters! I’ll encourage: don’t you try me Cause I be bustin' ya ear like a pistol And comin’ up here with a sick flow I’m one of the niggas you wanting to mimic And stumpin’ ya like I’m a Rick Roll Kill with a pencil, hittin' ya temple Utter a ton of ambiguous info Steadily taking it back when I’m making this track And you “bumpin’” it like it’s a crystal (Hook) Everybody just rock with me Cause y’all dealing with a Socrates Not thieves but I copped the beat Clock cleaned, get your lock and key Said everybody just rock with me Y’all dealing with a Socrates Top schemes you cannot defeat I’m all things that you wanna be (Outro) I'm all things that you wanna be (x3) Everybody just rock with me
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"Freedom" by Aleyes Reach into my pocket, just a locket and dust bunnies Need some food for stoppin' and demolishin' bunk munchies A dollar from lunch money, it's straggled a little I'll ask this man for a nickel but he'll just probably run from me "You're out of your luck, buddy. Ain't payin' my rent Cause I ain't a makin' a cent up in this here poverty-struck country You long for a stuffed tummy; I long for careers But it's hard workin' hear with the gossip lodged in your ear like, 'He prolly has no education, prolly a broke generation/ Posit I'm homeless and vagrant.' Tired of this whole denigration Home in my basement, just trynna make end's meet Wouldn't it be nice if my room was raised ten feet? Well it is cause I'm living at the top of apartments They gave me dollars to garnish so they could drop me in garbage Lost in the market, as if it were "the clash" at the cashier Fightin' cause these prices were like half of that last year" (Hook [x2]) Victoria: We will be hungry So long, as we're so far from freedom. Aleyes: No freedom means a life without meanin' Now I'm cryin' and pleadin' to find my rhyme and my reason (Verse 2) Ever consider what it means to be free? Legally free? Exempt from the madman I frequently see Deceivingly scheme, back stab but peacefully preach Or take your cheese like a fat man who greedily pleads They secretly meet at a mahogany table Just to take your freedom of speech, your every plot to keep stable/ I oughtta be able to have my own opinion and voice it And prove you wrong like Columbus when he went on that voyage Yup I'm about to talk in a fast pace cause I'm mouthin' off in a bad way But I can't wait for your bad ways to come around and bomb on your fat face Cause your mouth is gargling champagne while you down and scarf on a crab cake So your handshakes never translate and I ain't bound to walk in your rat race I try to argue reasonably but I'm indecent and brash with pardoned reasons to be I grind my teeth and I gnash, then lie and think in the grass This kinda freedom we have is far from freedom to me, so peace (Hook [x2]) Victoria: We will be hungry So long, as we're so far from freedom. Aleyes: No freedom means a life without meanin' Now I'm cryin' and pleadin' to find my rhyme and my reason (Verse 3 [A capella]) The American Dream, consisting of a Porshe and a yacht Well, it really just applies to children born at the top These fortunate jocks, eating from a porcelain pot Yo, but what I had for dinner was some corn on the cob "Stay in school, get good grades, no cheating on tests" Apparently they say that it's the key to success I'm pleading with death, askin' if this life's worth livin' Trynna make efficient moves because this time sure's tickin' Ain't even thinkin' bout a family, or raisin' a son 'Cause I've been running out of juice like a raisin in sun Takin' the plunge, and workin' but not makin' the funds Yea, they should really call this dream the unattainable one ...and thas real
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Ode to Her 03:38
"Ode to Her" by Aleyes (Hook) Why now (why now) Did you have to leave us? I’m waiting for the day that we’ll be meeting again Yea we’re meeting again, fasho I said a-why now (why now) Why can’t I see ya? Yo, my days are turning gray since you’ve ceased to exist Yea I’m needin' and missing you, whoa (Hook) I was a kid, didn’t really know what was goin’ on But now I understand, thus, I wrote a song And I can’t come to grips with the fact that you’re gone And I just can’t run from this by packin’ a bong Cause I’m hurt, confused how you went down like this A Southside chick, so beautiful and proud right when Those brown eyes glint, just like the house lights on Christmas These reoccurring thoughts are downright persistent Yea they plague me, the pain is runnin deep in the bone I’m sleepin alone just waitin for the ring of a phone I reason if only I just had one more day Or one more hug, then maybe joy would come my way I want to say you’re son is done soiling diapers He just wishes that your choices were wiser Desiring a mother, and weeping every hour of the day While his brother’s leaving flowers at your grave, so I say (Hook) Why now (why now) Did you have to leave us? I’m waiting for the day that we’ll be meeting again Yea we’re meeting again, fasho I said a-why now (why now) Why can’t I see ya? Yo, my days are turning gray since you’ve ceased to exist Yea I’m needin' and missing you, whoa (Verse 2) My heart is heavy and unbalanced so I’m pourin' it out But by this sec you’re probably asking who this story’s about Born in my town, so you could say a family friend Every action taken was to make her tragedies end The abuse in her marriage had left her fleeing for peace So it was truly apparent that she just needed relief She reasoned if she, if she could find the quickest escape Then she would rid of the shame and then diminish the pains Pill-popped, passed out, then could feel no touch Still, stopped, back down, it would spill her blood The chills run up her spine, yea, the thrill just won That pill she’d done had proved to be one pill too much Because she’s gone, yea a comatose from overdose No hope, her soul is stone and cold, pulse just showed a frozen rope So hold em close, timeless is this motto of choice And if you need a little guidance then just follow my voice (Hook) Why now (why now) Did you have to leave us? I’m waiting for the day that we’ll be meeting again Yea we’re meeting again, fasho I said a-why now (why now) Why can’t I see ya? Yo, my days are turning gray since you’ve ceased to exist Yea I’m needin' and missing you, whoa
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Samya 02:26
"Samya" lyrics (Verse 1) It's been awhile since I've seen you; your arrival is welcomed 'Cause my fire inside is weak and it's survival is seldom You rekindle the flame on which my soul is dependent Intent? Written in code as an Olmec inscription I'm glimpsin' upon your face seein' the crescent reflections A radiant angelic complexion; you're a relic from heaven You're deadening my irrelevant influence But "hip" to it, like 80-year-old pelvic corrections Ha, get it? I'm as cheesy as macaroni Your twinkling peepers beaming and gleaming like abalones I'm grieving from these bereavements; this means I'm in need of peace So I plead to you keep this ring and perceive it as matrimony You actin' phony? Non-existent occurrence For you are my complementary person, not considered a burden, I'm certain you are fit for a king So I'll be gettin' the ring like Popavich and the Spurs did, you're perfect (Hook) Every time I close my eyes, she appears The second I reopen wide, she's not near We're inseparable when I am separated from reality A state of immortality But, where are you in all my times of distress? The time's where life's inclined to drive me to death Or tries to stifle my breath? You got me scribblin' scripts of similes You're more or less a simple mental image men conceive (Verse 2) Never before have I witnessed a vision with such glamor Who's touch shatters the windows of internal caverns I run faster, attemptin' to slip from her tough grasp her Corrupt manner that cripples oblivious young stature I lunge past her, but I can't seem to let go A stiff, deceptive hold on me I wish to disconnect her schizophrenic prolonged pleas Control all scenes, and misdirect her so-called schemes Cause she's a fake, fictitious, fickle, fiction, figment, facade Fit to fiddle with your feelin's, fit to fidget with a fizzlin' fire Please regenerate the sentiments still in me I'm dwindling, perpetuating pessimist tendencies And dismally, I meditate; repetitive monologue Jot a song of yesterday's directionless walk-a-longs My thoughts are off and on; my heart's a bottomless void Guess you're symbolic of my longing for joy.. and it's like, and it's like (Hook) Every time I close my eyes, she appears The second I reopen wide, she's not near We're inseparable when I am separated from reality A state of immortality but, Where are you in all my times of distress? The time's where life's inclined to drive me to death or tries to stifle my breath? You got me scribblin' scripts of similes I yearn to see your face, but you exist within a dream
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"Soul Preservation" by Aleyes (Verse 1) Ayo I’m quoting Bourdain, “In life there’s no reservations” I’m trying soul preservation til I grow my domain Finna blow like propane, napalmin' on the charts I’m embalmin' all the hearts, you can call it a la carte Cause we sapid with it, saving the day like some action figures Pavin' the way for you vapid dimwits Cancer ridden, cause the doctor claims I’m ill But then your heat is going out like you forgot to pay the bill 9 bars in, feelin' like I haven’t said a word 10 bars in, and still some raps you never heard My adjectives and verbs keep the savviness absurd And still I haven’t said a word but that’s what happens when you’re burnt And I often recall that peeps from school all hated me They were droppin' the ball cause even fools saw blatantly Them brothas wasn’t worth my time, they covered up like turpentine I cut em' up like surg’ry lines and moved on gracefully (Verse 2) A high school senior; that isn’t how I appear With wisdom above my years I’m indifferent to the sneers That I hear when I spit a verse, but I fear getting insular Cause I’m clearly afflicted with wishin' peers were a bit diverse But I’m coo doe, so you have to give me kudos I’m good on the bars though, so actually give me pluto Cause I’m never accepting anything less than out of this world Dug out of the burrow to get my head well-rounded as pearls You see cause soul preservation isn’t a concept of the flesh it’s Not a concept of perfection but a concept of perspective In essence, it starts with broad acknowledgement of blessin's This often prompts the thoughts that offer knowledge with their presence It’s a message of importance, they refusin' permission to hear it So I’m using my with and coherence, then I’m infusin' it into my lyrics Yea it’s Aleyes, the classy don, stayin' up on jazzy joints Looking down on rappers? Nah, I’m way above the vantage point (Verse 3) To be quite honest, I ain’t feel like writin' a chill track Just wanna yell and scream, and every time that I feel mad The line in quilt’s black, I attempt to thread em golden Find my interest as a poet, tie my dividends to quotients Yea I’m coming into self, that’s my theory’s main postulate With undercover stealth, like a CIA operative A chocolate chip, yea but I was one smart cookie Jump start pulley that is worthy of a front yard looking But stay inside, yea cause I was destined to wreak havoc They say I’m white because of my respectable B av’rage I kept in the “z” axis, no “x” and “y” normality And never kissed up like, “Can I be let inside your majesty?” A genocide for wack mc’s, so blessed me, the end is near My road to life is open wide but destiny is left to steer So you can lend an ear while I just rid of the mental rage But Imma end it here right as the tip of my pencil fades

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The Mentable is the debut mixtape of Aleyes, 17-year-old lyricist, multi-instrumentalist, and songwriter from Southern California. With the aid of a team of talented producers, he displays what he can do not only as a lyricist, but also as a vocalist. The various flow types, intricate rhyme structure, and melodies featured on this project make for a great listen for any fan of catchy, yet quality, hip-hop music.

Email: aleyesofficial@gmail.com
Like me on Facebook: www.facebook.com/AleyesMusic

Featured Artists (in order of appearance):

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Victoria Druziako (chorus of "Freedom)
www.facebook.com/victoria.druziako.music

TS!ke (2nd Verse on "Driftin' Away")
www.facebook.com/OfficialLordTSIKE

B. Irie (Hook/2nd verse on "The Morning Will Come")

Composition (2nd verse on "Coast-to-Coast Flow")
www.facebook.com/RealComposition

Token (3rd verse on "Coast-to-Coast Flow")
www.tokenhiphop.com
www.facebook.com/tokenhiphop

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released September 30, 2014

Cover art by Narineh Seferian
Contact: www.facebook.com/NarsArt

All songs recorded and mixed by Jordan Porter of The Humble House Recording Studio in Hollywood, CA. **
Contact: www.facebook.com/TheHumbleHouseMusicStudio

** "The Morning Will Come" recorded and mixed by Tim Frantz of Mountain Dog Recording in Oak View, CA.
Contact: mountaindogmusic.com

"Ode to Her" recorded by Aleyes of Bedroom Productions and mixed by The Sound of Color.

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Brayell Santa Barbara, California

Brayell is a lyricist, vocalist, producer, and multi-instrumentalist from California. He found his passion for hip hop at the end of his sophomore year in high school when a peer introduced him to a plethora of artists. His passion lies in the analyzing of complex rhyme schemes, rhythmic patterns, and the infusion of melodic aspects into hip-hop, all contributing to his evolving eclectic style. ... more

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