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Heir​(​EP)

by #thebarexam

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1.
Voldemort 01:55
I am he who shan't be named, unspoken, most-ducked black male Calamity Jane, but not gross enough to have grossed enough to post up with the most deluxe frozen stuff but still known for going nuts on microphones and giving the Holy Ghost to sluts niggas that's really on the hood don't claim it lightly 'cuz when it's on like that you still have family banging nightly and I was never on, but growing up I had to know enough to decode the totem pole and bro, you are low as fuck many dudes got female details when you're close up you ain't a G, I know your folks--you froze up when toast bucked too scared to even run, but mad peeps believe in son, I cashed in my reality check, we're all in need of one seeing unbelievably dumb shit jump off for no reason ain't even wait for evening to come, that's broad day, Stockton Boulevard and Broadway, all day raw like bleeding gums, where the guns sound like beating drums America, we eat our young, snatch their feet, delete the rungs, from the ladders we climbed, tamper with minds, TV's a drug media, we eat it up, it teaches us to not think enough to fail to recognize the real 'cause feeling it can heal us up cause healthy satisfied people can see through standard lies of how to be happy you have to buy whatever's advertised my calcifying passion cries out for lost motion thoughts open, awesome portents of holocaust omens, costs and quotients, gains and payoffs, paid vacay to layoffs, been shittin' since Mitch Richmond was in the playoffs I'm like Damarcus Cousins' smaller more talkative cousin 'cause I got all offensive options so I ball like it's nothin' all-star with my nuts-in your face while I'm dunking like 23 in '92, not even barking, just shrugging but even if I'm always fronted on like Rod Strickland, I'll still go coast to coast, rise and posterize your big man The People's Revolution is the rawest most outlandish clique CDC quarantines my ciphers screaming "that man is sick!"
2.
HouseOrField 02:08
(VERSE 1) I think half of these rappers should wear blackface reinforcing every stereotype from past days I can't blame blame 'em, entertainment is a business the kind where you're hurriedly buried for bearing witness so instead you're almost propelled towards hellish diction very few can craft wisdom into compelling fiction so what sells is friction, cause it's easily mass produced omnipresently marketed, targeted at the youth controversy for profit reversing positive thoughts taught the audiences so consciousness is not often bought cause it makes 'em feel uncomfortable, maybe they feel judged I just feel like the stuff I hear ain't real enough real is what makes us unique as human beings real is everything that we're feeling, thinking, doing, seeing, being and becoming, people linking and struggling and that's way more than just clubs, guns, drugs and fucking (HOOK) you say you a real nigga I'ma call a spade a spade whether you're house or field, nigger, a slave's a slave (VERSE 2) it's open season on black children when being seen as threats justifies the act of killing even when they're unarmed, totally within their rights in a car at a gas station, or walking home at night, and Americans are programmed to see blacks as threats this includes other black people too, alas, we're set against each other like Set against his brother Osiris. Consider that next time you throw up a set's sign just to look more acceptable or make a public spectacle I know OGs who see that will definitely be testing you cause it's disrespectful to cheapen what homies died for too many phonies claiming alliances they ain't ride for until they saw it as an easy way of making money nigga how you gonna START gangbanging in your twenties? That's literally retarded, how stupid is that? think you're making moves? Fool, you're just moving us back (HOOK)
3.
Kalifornia 02:12
(VERSE 1) it's time for revenge I'm on the edge, mind on a binge, rhyming is grim, writing to fight off my demons at night, heating the page while grinding my pen lighting up embers they find you dismembered, limb from limb by Ensite on a whim for biting your life can end, I'm Mic Jordan, I'm trying to win at all costs, call the cops it's a holocaust for ballers choppin all your knots off and it's not gonna halt or stop cause yall are so gassed you musta been topped off inhaling fumes, you're a wailing coon, I will Dexter your ass and detail the room females too, any rapper can get it spit your sentences, listen while they're smashed in an instant you are actors and henchmen, not avid musicians I'm an artist, y'all are marks if you askin the difference I will smack you while grinning like the Joker, snatch your drink piss in it, hand it back to you, then crap in your sink that's a good laugh to me, completely deranged, ghastly ruthless execution when I'm in the chamber gassing Let 'em die.... Let 'em die! (VERSE 2) Cali swag, Alabama to Canada grand chancellor, cancel challengers' chances, channeler of the ghosts of dead emcees scrolling through my rolodex dextrously roll a cone of fresh locally grown bless exploding your dome check uno, dos, ghoulish host, who do the most definite moves to ruin boasts of foolish folks I'm wide awake like huge moving boats, each motion's making waves every day the first thing I see is a banging babe I'm languid but never languish my language slays like the speech of a mack never reach just bring facts linked like a lap top with rap talk I never worry about these crabs' claws trying to grasp me why they mad like back talk when they was trying to gas me I got slaps like some fat ass cheeks on a lass dancing rapidly master chief spazz on beats the covenant I made with the prophets was to flood Sac's streets
4.
BathSalts 02:45
(VERSE 1) I got a message from God, He said "you'll rep and get respect but don't expect no applause, before you even ask, yes it is hard, to ever earn that, to even have a chance, know that you can never turn back" word, black so every time I choose to burn scratch to burn wax full of stern tracks, my objective is odd: to contact the first thought that emerged from blackness, a word lost in time and space still reflected in all we can see with eyes and ears, smell, taste or touch I didn't make it up, I just make it what you hear now, some of my peers made it suck, claim they clutch papers, chasing bucks, lame and fake as fuck, I take the stage and bust and make 'em clear out, like letting off the gauge, what a rush, it's amazing, plus, in every face, I see fear, wow here pal: a penny for your thoughts, when it was trendy you was gritty, now that it's hipper to be a hipster you intentionally soft (HOOK) eat a rapper like I'm off bath salts when I rock like basalt slash and burn like Cali's biggest cash crop I ain't the type to grab the mic and slack off my pants always sag cause I rap my ass off (VERSE 2) the beat's palm to face, stay calm the place just got laced with napalm I sprayed on the break, create songs and tapes off Js and bongs, I'm baked, gone off an eighth of grapes, makin wrong statements like jakes on the take, I'm rude boy, mami stays on my case she juggle loads and love rockin a painted face, don't even wipe it off... she wants to save a taste what a shame like lames who leave the game disgraced, I lay tracks underground to facilitate slave escapes straight up, squares hating us 'cause we stay corrupt, taping sluts who take-it-up the face and guts to make us bust/ you're not rappers, y'all inflatable dolls, fake fucks! we make ducks mess up their make up, you make stuff up, and that's why the game sucks, autistics trying to get the digits these kids are offensive like saying 'stay up' to a midget, my mind and quotes are both twisted and sick spit lines so dope strippers sniff them off of my dick (HOOK)
5.
HeirJordan 02:11
(VERSE 1) masterful, elaborate handcrafted script classical freak samples in/ labs, passionate magical unique examples of mad craft and wit casual ease, collabin with savs, that's the shit battle foes, please pass me the dro, and the wick catch us blowed, freestyles after shows, smashing cliques crapping on their fitted caps, laughing while we flatten kids while these plastic cats panic like they're trapped in Pan's Labyrinth I'm the pinnacle of polemical penmanship, the principal get my percentage and watch the interest grow, niggas know at least if they're good with numbers, fill the backwood with lumber what I dream of off the steam would make even Stevie wonder in winter I speak the summer, in June I bring the rain I speak on pain but it's just the feeling when people change should I seek peace or fame? is it wrong to be hungry? am I just a fool to not want to do it all for the money? God was calling me plenty, I couldn't hear it though my ego got so big it's hard for my spirit to grow human beings are strange, my understanding is strained where's the even exchange? It's underhanded and lame when I reach for that chain, am I clamping my brain? when I speak unrestrained, am I cramping my game? is my heart ahead-of-my-mind, if-I'm-ahead-of-my-time-and it's wisdom I speak, It might take a Century but you WILL see the vision eventually, (HOOK) cancel calculus, disregard the law of averages 'cause what are the odds a squad so large would all be savages? TPR and Sac, ya bitch, slapping sleepers' cabbages, if your raps are lacking craft we flash like brandished laminates
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7.
BluntSesh 02:22
(VERSE 1) the ecstasy of my victorious aura is glorious five star TPRians, party with warrious no peace cause it's no justice like it's Florida you take shots without a leg to stand on -- Pistorious the way I do this is dueterenomical, but to be honest being an honorable dude isn't too economical my folks think I'm talking too problematically nautical I thought thought was dope! Feel like I got knocked for pot in Colorado, bro but still Hef in the grotto fondling a model's boats I wouldn't call you jokes biters if you called 'em quotes ...them some borrowed lines, we all on borrowed time I want all mine spent on cloud nine off the loud kind let the sour add some power to the mind when flowers fry like hippies on liquid lysergic acid diethylamide it's trippy like listening to tricky, word to rainbow people retrain my brain to escape the strain, pain and evil (VERSE 2) It's issues and repressed feelings I got to work on even some things I learned from songs that make me process hurt wrong this fiendish demon lurks on/ my shoulder, waiting for me to slip it seems my grip is weakening, I'm thinking he might sink the ship if I can't get him out my ear, always makes my doubts so clear, makes my goals seem far away, always talking bout my fears I gotta question whether my perceptions are projections, and disconnect the structures I erected for protection, now they were cages creating so much rage in me love wifey more than life itself but find myself treating her crazily? speaking angrily cause she perceives the things I hate in me throwing tantrums when she won't participate in my make-believe ...I could use the guidance, I need a new approach enough phantoms, clones, and revenge, I need a new hope what I do to cope, is repose in the stillness plus I use the smoke, for controlling my illness
8.
VandalSavage 02:08
Whenever I settle my brain to severing lobes I'm clever and terrible so dissecting your whole intestinal asking you where is your soul as I sever your toes and you scream it's unbearable goes to the top of the list of the obvious shit I would not want to miss you ain't noticed my talk was so slick? why you acting all shocked, I thought that you wanted a hit why else you listenin' to a hitman? From revenge-driven scams to sick plans beginning with pentagrams and end with six dismembered hands in Iran with Ahmedinijad, with a pen and pad I'm an arsonist in-a-lab, never caught my big break but still been as bad as Heisenberg but there's no uncertainty I'll certainly murk a beat, hurling fighting words type disturbed like sediment when your grave is dug, fuck craving love, this is ravens, blood, and blazing nugs of haze buzzed like saw the jig is up, here's a little pick-me-up, a gift you'll love, you'll feel your life affirmed kills from the skills snipers learn, stripes we earn from violent urges, hypodermic, frightful turns of events go against, you'll get entombed in cement--Jimmy Hoffa never seen many moneys, but best believe that we receive plenty propers I don't do it for the pennies, just the winning and slaughter grinning, I'm off the rocker, off the meat rack when I eat tracks, fuck the feedback, let it breathe, Mr. Green please cut the beat back that boom bap true rap doing it moving clap to this it isn't avarice that makes us ravenous, just the chance to mash a masochist and get a kick from the action, get prepared, listen we rip and tear, it isn't fair competition you're finished here, play your position or you're quickly getting smeared, figure four leg lock I'm Rick with more frickin flair! I'll make you fly off a bannister, sly as Tyrion Lannister cancel an amateur's plans, leave him trapped in a van and then go lamp in Canada cracking the canisters open and passing out servings of whupass when flapping my masseters mastermind minus the cameras blind to your macula planning your massacre carjack then crashing your Acura, it's a fact that my acts are spectacular, I catalyze battle rhymes half the time cats try to shine I just laugh 'cause they're wack as fuck but the masses lap it up audiences still wanna pass the buck, some of our fans turn their back on us even if that's what's up, I'm a still get profits off verses like Habbakkuk, I'm so Old Testament, F the present tense 'cause the prevalent precedents are pestilent the essence of excellence set to X out the excrement possessing elegant elements relevant evidence to end the argument, pop up and start up proper partyin' you startin shit with Donald Trump's barber, so when we part your wig it's just a part of the gig, the various parts of your body got the pigs all in your crib honestly I enjoy harming kids just as much as the artistry, dig? so pardon me-if/ I seem like a psychopath, I'm not crazy, it's just that I like to laugh not to keep from crying, but to see you dying is exciting, so I'm thinking I'ma try that path you'll get beaten like hi-hats defeated by my mind trap your wife claps when I'm on the mic and wants the pipe, fact 'cause I'm fly as bats, I'm a natural at this here rapping bro, give me a beat and I'm riding that it actually doesn't matter to me if I never go national-- I AM SAC
9.
(VERSE 1) burning juniors like junipers, jupiter, electrocuting elocution executioner, carnifex, carnivore off the conifers, my confederates crush your confidence complex like neuroses, numinous, numerous new openings in either minds or brains depending on whether I explain or go for heat desire's pain, life is cyclical, like a ritual, Mic is biblical, inspire cynical types with principles, why are we mystical and so deep in denial decompiled deities, decomposing defiled sleep is hope in a child see the smoke and the crowds streets is cold and so foul we can grow if allowed people so into style they like "what's this" when it comes to substance fronting cause I'm old will still get you killed like fuckin muskets miss me with your mystique, you're mincemeat over mesquite even mosquitos get buzz, when it's a bunch of sheep listening (VERSE 2) you're kindling, fuel, my kin will Kendo you telekinetically controlling kids, we frickin own you I ain't trippin off any rapper that isn't killin' it what's a baboon to a motherfucking gorilla? shit, I more or less have a porpoise's purpose, to go to depths besting me at my best? I wouldn't hold my breath my control's direct, ain't no need for remote, don't need smilies in my texts to make you feel me emote people, you're sleeping on TPR if you ain't crowned us yet the town's best well-rounded vets been around a sec, down like vests invested in vestiges of freshness our profession's been systematically shedding like shredded vestments in the race to the bottom, relocating common denominators created problems, the more of 'em the lower they got, a way to solve 'em is to cultivate culture, 'cause when taste's appalling innovative creators waste their calling
10.
(VERSE 1) When I was a kid, when rap was first going gold, there were debates about the cat who most deserved to hold the crown of the illest, Cool J was coming bold but when you broke the lyrics down no one was going toe-to-toe with Moe Dee, he was cold, only Mel and he was falling back at this point in the past I didn't know about Cas then 87 hit and left the effin' script scrambled 'cause KRS, Kane and Rakim were ripping samples plus Rick was the slickest, Cube was bearing witness PE was tremendous, EPMD was with the business it was plain to see we were seeing a sea change the Beastie's beats banged, listening to Ice T we peeped game the music gave a whole new view, as the new school blew up we soon knew there was a new who's who shit, the Juice Crew alone had a few dudes who had legitimate claims to having the most screws loose that means the craziest manie scripts blazing language spit they way they did made me flip, we couldn't wait to get the latest disc, and biting someone's style was a blatant dis, whoever caught you doing it might would introduce your face to fists (HOOK) before whip was a synonym for cars, we were awed listening, lifting rhythms from the mall, we recall how many niggas had ridiculous bars before we thought "who's the best emcees, biggie, Jay-Z or Nas?" (VERSE 2) I'm not trying to be offensive but I been in this a minute, if my influences are your influences' influences what I consider influenza is a bit ridiculous by the standards of niggas who never witnessed it when I say I live this shit, I mean I been getting so intimate with my penmanship that we been hitched since I was a little kid that's literal, it's like literature explodes from dreams into my skull and the ways I can flip it seem unlimited it's pitiful how the artists were co-opted but when the whole media is controlled by conglomerates it's almost no options unless you're down to dumb it down and if you try to elevate the media will shut you down if people see you tell it straight, evil seems to hunt you down so we going under from fronting, I wonder 'bout the money that directs the industry and ultimately leaves us hungry and where it's coming from, when you follow the funding you might realize why hardly nothing positive is really getting that push, you try to leaven some minds you either gotta compromise or make the message disguise nobody nowadays is trying to hear a lecture, they're fine rappers who don't put in effort or time
11.
Elegy 02:27
Up early, see the fog in the streets remembering the stage and last night's applause, it's still sweet reverberating in my ears as it echoes in my memory I want a true career but can't let go what it gives to me the intimacy, enmity, the intrigue and the inquiry fifteen years of memories still so clear it seems that I'm finna meet with Nome, Tobe, Wilson and Hasani Ced, V and Josh, we just did it as a hobby in a tiny ass apartment overlooking stiffened bodies rigor mortised in the dumpsters niggas hit him 'em with the shotty but I wasn't really trippin pimpin, I was living godly freestyling, spitting game, getting lit at parties back and forth from So Cal to Sac, first for school then just to see my fam, bug out and act the fool going with the homie Carl to meet up with his new date third wheel? Fuck that, I stayed and screwed her roommate carefree but not careless, but cared less about fear, I guess I was unprepared for stress which appeared in the form of my parents' return to the unmanifest I'm feeling like "I'm still here, I guess" that type of shit put hair on your chest and whiskey in your glass reminiscing on a slippery past, grasping memories the bottom was dropping out, my thoughts were all of doubt, rap wasn't so much a route out as a primal shout, clout wasn't ever much overall, but still was hard-earned 'cause you can bluff all you want but still ultimately you gotta pay up when the cards turn so I learned to put my money where my mouth was but somehow never managed to once fail to louse up an opportunity through cockiness or inattention talking all this shit, who am I really convincing? and who's the intended target of my derisive diction? it's me versus my face in the mirror, and if you listen you can hear the sound of my voice cracking every choice and action is a chance to either faceplant or show poise while landing so I understand the situation's gravity drifting, hating happily, this is a way to integrate my tragedy and maybe get paid handsomely, that's what I thought as it turned out, maybe not for that second part but the first was so true I almost rued it fell in love and even though I was happy I was rooted in fear I couldn't do it, the years were catching up to me I didn't mind the grind when I was focused on discovery but somewhere along the line, I got it in my mind what I really wanted was for other people to discover me now I'm struggling
12.
What is the measure of a man, is it endeavors or his plans/ or the questions he can answer, or the pleasures in his hands/ It's whatever, it's all of them, and none of them at all/ It's the questions at the moment that a summer becomes the fall/ or the instant that a fall transforms into a landing/ when the first crack appears in the dam, it's so damning/ I go phantom, stealth mode when feeling overloaded/ go tantrum 'cause I'm just a local poet trying to get exposure/ from the elements like survivors floating after the boat exploded/ while gold shit goads the hopeless from apathy into rage/ and charity's ignored while catastrophes are staged/ and all the while, the math is getting made/ if graft gets you paid, does that mean making the craft my path is in fact crafting my grave?/ I got a gaze that's miles away, might casually say what happens when you actually slay dragons/ the public things you fight by filling mass graves/ with people who had unequal rights, 'cause that's strange/ is the American way an evil life? Shit makes me think/ Honestly, that question makes it kind of hard for me to sleep at night

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for more music by MICjordan and TheGreenRoom, please visit:

micjordan.bandcamp.com
westtkraven.bandcamp.com

for music by other TPR artists, please visit:

Agustus ThElefant at soundcloud.com/agustus-thelefant
Bru Lei at soundcloud.com/bru-lei
Century Got Bars at century1.bandcamp.com
Mahtie Bush at mahtiebush916.bandcamp.com
MICjordan at ensitenonstop.bandcamp.com
MLS (Monotone and Lou Slug) at soundcloud.com/wearemls
Nome Nomadd at www.reverbnation.com/nomenomadd
NowOrNever (NON) at www.reverbnation.com/noworneveroftol
Old Ghost at oldghost1.bandcamp.com
Poor Majesty at poor.bandcamp.com
Styles1001 at styles1001.bandcamp.com
Tribe of Levi at tribeoflevi.bandcamp.com

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released November 18, 2014

all beats by TheGreenRoom AKA WesttKraven
all lyrics by MICjordan:EnsiteNonStop except where otherwise noted
all vocals by MICjordan:EnsiteNonStop except where otherwise noted
additional vocals on "Legendary" by WesttKraven

no celebrities were harmed in the making of this audio recording

recorded by MICjordan at Metroplex, Sacramento, CA
mixed and mastered by 26 Hours at The Study, West Sacramento, CA

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WesttKraven (aka TheGreenRoom) and MICjordan have been teaming up to create unconventional underground sounds since 2001. Rejecting the notion that hiphop shouldn't challenge its audience, the Sacramento, CA duo takes pride in making music the so-called 'wrong way.' ... more

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