SOULS IN A CIPHER

 

1. Devil Didn't Make Me (feat. Rasco and EBF)

2. Truth Can't Be Lied To (feat. Reks)

3. Boom Bap Bliss  (feat. Methuzulah)

4. My Life (feat. King Alski & Samantha Alexes)

5. I Know

6. Vampires

7. Hands Up

8.  Souls in a Cipher (feat. Conway The Machine & Planet Asia)

Devil Didn’t Make Me
Written by Remo Conscious, Rasco, & EBF
Produced by Remo Conscious

Remo Conscious

Kamikaze Stans come to battle with writs slit
I spit bricks, dope fiends come get on my hit list
Tryin to make this bread rise, Bisquick
Witness, how I chop heads leaving rappers witless
My spit is so sick, conspiracists call me a hoax
Covid-1984 woke
Mask on, gloves off I got the game on the ropes
Quote me to feel the power of a god as he floats
I bang banged that boogie till up jumped that boom bap
Then started murderin’ marks and simply called it tomb rap
My styles are unpredictable, despicable imbeciles
Talk big, fictional, you’re basic, typical
Keep your mouth shut trust you don’t wanna tussle with the Vet
Muscle car steez rap Corvette
Go-cart rhymin’ cornballs stay off the track
Ghost Riding on you suckers as I take another lap

Chorus

Rasco

High Tech got on the flight deck your mic check
Off-brand, using my off hand you soft sand
Hard rock, n****s is card stock a long shot
Now they understand they navigatin’ the wrong block
On top, top of the heel, steep it’s uphill
Done deal semi-truck n****s with one wheel
At 18 my pace mean to chase green
At 49 I’m tellin’ brothers the same thing
Never ever look at what they do just stay you
Keep your feet firm on the ground baby and stay true
Always come through with your chest out, they stressed out
None can come close we the most, we be the best out
Westside, give ‘em the test drive the best live
My game sparks I spit darts my blade sharp
I’m back with it but never looking to stack with it
I’m back home to reclaim the gold throne

Chorus

EBF

Completed a demolition with just one demonstration
Commenced the condemnation with my verbal condensation
Concentration, my focus is eliminating squads
I’ll deadlift you stiffs while I’m working on my quads
Undisputed, instituted reputed to be a king
Systematic, causin’ static will automatically sting
The style I bring, a baritone suggests that I sing
My pitch is perfect, I’ll have your whole choir in slings
This presentation, I’m overly prepared to pursue
A manifestation, I display talent that’s true
My resume displays growth residuals chronologically
Battle of MCs without using any misogyny
Denied apology, cocaine-induced ideology
Fabricated theology, false prophets of prophesy
Standin’ up against the tyranny of mediocrity
Veterans of truth dispelling Hip Hop hypocrisy

 

 

Truth Can't Be Lied To (feat Reks)

Written by Remo Conscious & Reks

Produced by Remo Conscious

COMING SOON

Boom Bap Bliss (feat Methuzulah

Written by Remo Conscious & Methuzulah

Produced by Remo Conscious

COMING SOON

My Life (feat King Alski & Samantha Alexes)

Written by Remo Conscious & King Alski

Produced by Ren Hook

COMING SOON

I  Know

Written by Remo Conscious

Produced by Ren Hook

I know that war is eternal, there will be no peace
As long as there are borders and different beliefs
Though we’re all human, and we all bleed
And we all need the same things just to be
Food and shelter, water and air
But Kids will shoot you in the face over new Nike Airs
Material wears won’t save your soul
I don’t know much but this
Not saying I don’t want that infinity pool
And that mansion in the hills like a Kennedy
Kool Moe Dee glasses and a neck laced with Jewels
Slick Rick mixed with that LL Cool
J. Lopez hunnies rubbing my back
But even if and when I have all that
I’m still just a man trying to figure it out
The bigger picture, why I’m here, making every day count

Chorus
I know what I know and what I know is this
Love is the answer, and life is a gift
Don’t waste it on hatred, It makes no sense
I know what I know and what I know is this
An open hand always gains more than a fist
I ask for peace every time I make a wish

I know that every day a human dies of malnutrition
In this country of wealth and contradiction
Bombs and war are its main exports
Gamers flying drones, insane death sports
Some would rather I rhyme about Bugatti’s and bitches
Instead of cold bodies in ditches, this is
Understandable ignorance is bliss its
Depressing and life’s too short
Who am I to think that change will ever come from a song
Killers gonna kill, life goes on or not
If your shot run over or stabbed, good people get done so wrong
So I laugh when I can let the sun kiss my skin
Cause tomorrow may be cloudy and one day I’ll die
And the last thing I’d want is to regret my life
But not speaking out just ain’t right

Chorus

 

 

Vampires

Written by Remo Conscious

Produced by Remo Conscious

Just wanted to write some Boom Bap shit
but this bat shit crazy world
Has got me focused on the war between the oysters and pearls
have nots and the greedy, politicians switchin' teams
Fiends lying for your vote then they're back to their schemes once they get it
But we deserve all we got
if we fall for the lies every time, every time
We should rise up and revolt but we cope by watching telly
Tell me how's this gonna change if we supply our own chains
And locks, even throw away the keys
Trapped on the wrong side of where we should be
Instead of fighting for some freedom, we're fighting over sneakers
You and I may never meet but if we do I'm 'ma a greet you
With love and respect, not a fists or a tech,
Intellect over ignorance and I bet
These 1%ers laugh when we squabble over crumbs,
Crumbling while we mumble last words from our lungs

Chorus

Vampires, vampires
These motherfuckers out tonight
Vampires, vampires
Their gonna fuckin’ bite tonight
Vampires, vampires
We gotta make it right tonight
Vampires, vampires

They bask in our pain as they harass and blame
Shoot blacks in the backs and the brains it's a shame
How they get away with these attacks with a slap on the wrist
Murderous pigs pull trigs like kids play games
hurt comes fast but never leaves
It only numbs the heart of loved ones left to grieve
If you believe for a second that racism isn't alive and thriving
You're probably a racist, ignorant, or naive
Or possibly all three multiplied by K
crosses in the night burn bright and never fade
Look around at the ghettos, the prisons, every day
proof that black lives don't matter no matter what they say
White privilege is real like that blood you bleed
that these vampires need to survive eternity
since days of slavery, their plague has run free
time we cripple 'em like amputees and cut the teeth of these

Chorus

 

 

Hands Up

Written by Remo Conscious, 

Produced by Hill Prop

Time to teach these clowns, defeat me how
I've got that beat street growl make em' screech like owls
Break beaks over break beats, make 'em leak till they make peace
Like a beast I prowl
Bloodthirsty, fangs gleam like bloody blades
in the moonlight flow pristine over muddy waves
80's bred gladiator mc casket baiter
Widow and bastard maker
Masterpiece Maker put my words in a frame
My rhymes fly like I got birds in my brain
Strictly desert eagles rhymes sticky like cacti
Double Murder, yeah I'm that guy
Pen sharp as a needle with the arsenic in it
Inject the page it's a homicide soon as it's printed
Hardbound, never paperback, paper tigers, faking that
Make em take a nap break em down while I take it back

Chorus

This is hip hop tell me what you know about it
This that boom where you at scream and shout it
C.A. (California) all day we can’t live without it
Put your hands up come on put your’ hands up

This is hip hop tell me what you know about it
This that boom where you at scream and shout it
New York, worldwide  can’t live without it
Put your hands up come on put your’ hands up

The 16's I spit, grown, hard rocks, I split stone
Psycho killer, grind skeleton and sniff bone
Dope head mic fiend since Rakim spoke it
Respect the east but from the west, where they rep it and loke it
I’m a monster, for the track I’m famished
Drop the mic and vanish, mucho pronto, in Spanish
I spit art on the canvas, Bansky in Atlantis,
My flow other planet, still strictly hella Oaklandish (outlandish)
I’m that boom-bap underworld oratory king
I bring that tomb rap horror story swing to this thing
My pen drips vengeance,
Every sentence like John Lennon mixed with Jimmy Hendrix
I'm not Christian or Muslim my religion poetics
prose prophetic pros dread it, I’m a beast with phonetics
Prosthetics replace limbs, of those not briskly beheaded
Once I’ve said it you’re deaded, call the morgue skip the medic/

Chorus

 

 

Souls in a Cipher (feat Conway The Machine & Planet Asia)

Written by Remo Conscious, Conway The Machine, & Planet Asia

Produced by Remo Conscious

Conway The Machine


Shoot first that’s the motto
So I hit one of you n****s with a hollow
Ridin’ through OC smokin’ Gelato
PJ out of the bottle got a hundred bags from Pablo
And they came with the shipment
Move the la but my dog had the cane in the kitchen
Think it’s a game n***a listen
Sticks on the back seat and they came with extensions
We used to slang loose cracks shoot at us n***a we shoot back
Get your wig blew back for 22 stacks
It ain’t shit to get one of my young n****s to do that
Your baby mama house sprayed up with the new Mac
Move back, you don’t want an issue,
You don’t want them n****s to come and get you, and they’ll 100 clip you
Send a savage that’s 21 to get you
Wavin’ the stick everything in the drum will hit you

Chorus

Each spin around the sun
We pen another planet, pages weigh a ton
We keep ‘em on the run
Words like bullets, spinnin’ from a gun
Each spin around the sun
We pen another planet, the universe drums
Galaxies on our tongues
Souls in a cipher, spinnin’ round the sun

Remo Conscious


The dope is potent, the dopest poet page soaked in
Blood breath and poem I’m the spoken word Volcan
Not boasting, just honest, my sonnets raise the dead ones
Sonics from the speakers right and left ones, live from Oakland
No sun, just shadow, the black lunged Shogun
Sword showman stacking heads on my blade like a totem
Bionic with phonics Steve Austin flow golden
Era of the real back mumble cats get broken
I spit oceans, these others swallow, hear them choking
On my words while at the same time quotin’
Bravado of these youngsters got me laughing, no joking
Not knowing I will throw them out the booth, Hulk Holgan
No holding, these bars molten
Lava melting steel like 9-11-01
Floating on these waves showboating while gloating
At these rappers who ain’t living they just IG posting

Chorus

Each spin around the sun
We pen another planet, pages weigh a ton
We keep ‘em on the run
Words like bullets, spinnin’ from a gun
Each spin around the sun
We pen another planet, the universe drums
Galaxies on our tongues
Souls in a cipher, spinnin’ round the sun

Planet Asia


Runnin’ shoe rebel, Ruger in the Chevy heavy metal
Was soon to be a legend in the ghetto
Fun crushing the untouchable Mafia raised
Rachet, rockiest chain ask about me comin’ through to cop them thangs
B*****s never curve us, real n***a mighty for sure
I’m highly secure cause snitches make me nervous
It’s a good time to be with the shit, watch a crook shine,
I book time to knock your favorite rapper from the top of the list
So when you mention me, just make sure
You mention that my bag is the most fiery in the dispensary
Diadora jumpsuit giant
Mix the burr with the flower and fry it and roll the stew into the science
Marble floor mansions, heaven on earth expansion
Eye of the third splashin’ every herb in an orderly fashion
My infinite thought pattern is limitless
Y’all 85 dumb def and blinded by the primitive, it’s the God

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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