1. |
Nobody, Nowhere
01:39
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2. |
And Ya Don't Stop
03:13
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Verse 1
Play music when I'm driving cuz traffic drive me crazy
hard working so I'm hardy, pass the hardly driven lazy
hard drive full of songs always write past the margin
not a chauffeur but I drive a hard bargain
like a garden growing faster with encouragement
life is the flower and knowledge is the nourishment
until we flourishing, found what our purpose is
only you can judge between invaluable and worthlessness
the perfect gift I search and pick through everything since way back
can't find it, meanwhile I'm pulling needles out a haystack
I spit it like rotisserie, favorite beat's on playback
you bout feel the heat it's emergency break glass
flowing like a torrent
many try but they looking out of place like a tourist
not really sure if I'm a rabbit or a tortoise
I just know I see the goal and I'm steady moving towards it
Verse 2
you can find me in the wilderness a scrapper fighting beasts
far from long winded in fact concise and brief
hope my ancestors chillin in the afterlife at ease
gotta move across the board don't wanna sacrifice a piece
weighing these decisions, Keenan Ivory
rock it all night Haze and Keen we keep it lively
could've walked the wrong path with some sketchy friends
music saved my life write verses with an EpiPen
a quiet kid, not the talkative kind
like star lord never leave my walkman behind
steady playing vinyl I couldn't keep my hands off
with the turntables I'm a wizard like Gandoff
but I'm more of a Radagast
magic with the raps facts packed crowds I flabbergast
it's Hazey not cataracts
throw on your hazmats when cleaning up the aftermath
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3. |
Always On Point
02:43
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Verse 1
don't be fooled by my smile in truth I'm a nice guy
with more vicious bars than stars in the night sky
calculate my price by the nature of the job
my name is to props like bacon is to cops
no spring chicken, far from a snow bird
very few things have left me speechless with no words
show verse flows to both nerds and slow twerps
low blows hurt, dope terms is how the pros work
stay on point the tip that's
cuz I'd rather be Happy than to be Nick Sax
spit raps no filler, Mark Millar when I Kick Ass
give it to you now in the present like it's gift wrapped
think my mind's twisted
running rampant ravaging with ravish rhymes written
around arousing women who can scrap like Ronda Rousey
all begging me to pipe her like my name is Rowdy Roddy
Verse 2
somewhere between the Okefenokee and Boston
I'm flipping styles like Gershon Mosley and Koston
old school I kick rhymes that are totally awesome
make you say woah like Black Rob or Joey from Blossom
instead of limelighting I spend my time writing
use my mind to redesign and define what's finite and
never rhyme biting even if I had a dental plan
can kick it tight smooth or rock it like a heavy metal band
grand like what you call your daughter's son
two steps ahead, an eagle on par to none
my girl wants a ring she pissed I never bought her one
I'm busy running wild spraying gremlins with water guns
slaughtered tons of wack emcees who didn't know their place
a dead man's hand holding aces over eights
competition I whip it like them dudes from Devo
cuz my flavor's more deadly than the Fugu Kimo
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4. |
While The Iron's Hot
02:09
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5. |
Get It Poppin (Remix)
03:13
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Verse 1
Bout to get it poppin like pills or caps
wack emcees knees buckle like pilgrim hats
though I prefer to use tools and build with cats
it's basic addition, children's math
don't slang but I'm dope and my words holding weight
represent it from the diamond to the golden state
welcome though seldom seen like a Blockbuster
not flustered buzzing on the low like a crop duster
nowadays we got suckers fronting on the craft
I used to laugh now I wonder bout the future of rap
write my own bars grip the mic like a strangler
busting ghostwriters like I'm Egon Spengler
leave ya mangled or worse
got a bag full of verses from finagling words
causing change like the sun from the angle of earth
step to me your goose is cooked like a gaggle of birds
Verse 2
fall back I got the mic now anything I write down
is quick to cripple cowards, I devour and it's lights out
no contest, context is complex rhymes
show progress each step if you invest time
unless I'm sleeping I'm polishing crafts
got so many lines I need a collagen mask
learn more from experience than college in class
the world is really vast to be honest in fact
always a beast, never a burden
exactly what you want when they pull back the curtain
rock the mic any time I'm on call like a surgeon
but words mean nothing if nobody's ever heard em
update your version or stop, abort
before you move ahead gotta plot your course
put in work if you think you're gonna pop a cork
I'm out y'all hashtag octothorpe
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6. |
Yeah Like That
02:20
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Verse 1
in the vastness of space I pace, it's where I pass my time
blasting rhymes make assassins' skills look asinine
mics become swords in hand when I'm grasping mine
all bars no hooks even when I cast a line
against their wishes, not a genie
like a manta ray with ampulae of Lorenzini
like Tampa Bay ditched the devil now I'm teaming
just smoke em like a philly that's Mickey Morandini
nice on the mic
story told is coriolis so my flow's right
no luck of the dice skill ingrained like rice
don't gotta rap in elevators just to reach new heights
John Blaze Nicholas Cage when I face off
spit with a ridiculous rage then I take off
I'm Rock Lee with the weights off
never taking days off cuz hard work pays off
Verse 2
the groove I'm dug in like Hack Saw Jim
back stronger Rugged Man after they blackballed him
sometimes I make plans but often act on whims
leave most standing baffled with a slack-jawed grin
bring it different than these other dudes
many are a subterfuge nothing but a bluff or ruse
pathetic, do anything just for views
I'm on to greener pastures with no map discover clues
along the way, not the same old song
I get tech on the boards this a Daewon Song
try and stay positive not just say what's wrong
repping WonderFlow since day one strong
we do it independent
try til I'm shining like the jewel in a pendant
sit and pen this patent pending, didn't make a pretty penny
my penmanship is sloppy but the meaning's pretty heavy
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7. |
The Omnipresent Threat
02:02
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Verse
the omnipresent convert potential to kinetic
I'm the present day Mugen letting loose you get shredded
I'm Burton with the glasses off, a drunk punk band
Saitama, I settle things with one punch man
hitting pressure points with my phoenix eye fast
bugging out when I snap like venus fly traps
they say take it easy, I proceed to rhyme tracks
that disorient your senses like the speed of time lapse
never cave like a spelunker
known to get in some shit but yo I'm not a plummer
calling out fakes so I guess I'm a debunker
on a whim climb Olympus and steal Zeus's thunder
a killer like Ichi
my technique got it down to a T like a squeegee
lost my phone just hit me up on the Ouija
I'm Drax from the Guardians nobody can see me
on the mic and the beats got more soul than a flip flop
none of that shit pop son this is Hip Hop
sip your snake oil til your brain cells are squandered
while I'm chugging blizzard potion with the Witchers crushing monsters
here to vanquish and conquer, kinda clutch too
won't play myself like the whole cast of Crush Groove
air bound sounds like the spore of a mushroom
and don't bite like food on the floor in the lunch room
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Verse 1 (Keen)
hotter than Phoenix when I rise from the ashes
this posse track will incite the masses
ninety six bars, an alcoholic's wet dream
hit you with six-sixteens call me Jeffrey Epstein, ya fucked
it's Keen and Hazey on a crew track
we got you stuck like a fly on a glue trap
new cats come into the game but they too wack
move back before we suffocate you with the boom bap
true facts, keep your boots strapped and your eyes wide
I paint life's blank canvas til it's tie dyed
sipping mai tais out of coconut cups
like a stick of dynamite we bout to blow the fuck up
think you hitting home runs when you come against me
I throw it back like you hit the shit at Wrigley
the second I stepped in I was like Griffey
a born legend rookies, welcome to the big leagues
Verse 2 (Eclyse)
Verse 3 (Hazey)
bout to kill it on this posse track, chainsaw and hockey mask
no copycats just real emcees who prolly rap
circles around this giant circus of clowns
cuz my purpose is exterminate the worthless I've found
always searching em out, come a dime a dozen
wack rappers act dapper at the time they buzzin
they superfluous, inferior, think about their rhymes
my superb flow is superior, I bring it all the time
no days off, every minute every hour
underneath a monkshood like the poisonous flower
try to reach the outer limits when I spit it getting louder
cowards out of breath exhausted pant like trousers
come around the crew we'll deny your preconceptions
writing rhymes on scrolls and send a pigeon each direction
seek protection if you're weak, we speak instead no need for weapons
and attack with our vocals til you get the freaking message
Verse 4 (Dayz)
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9. |
Industry Sharks
01:47
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10. |
Ampin' Up The Mic
02:49
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Verse 1
Hazey the DJ, beatmaker and wordsmith
on tracks I innovate, rap's Bob Burnquist
WonderFlow original never a photocopy
taking prey with ease they like a slow okapi
verse a leopard, no effort and focus sloppy
blind are the many they don't notice obvi-
us we got it going on, numbers are small
despite that tight raps leave em wonder in awe
many stumble and fall, trip and fumble the ball
not us never bail like a bundle of straw
try and box us in and we crumbling walls
when it comes to our beliefs we down to rumble and brawl
we a ruthless lot
here to take part many choose to watch
keep my head up hang in there like a noose's knot
fight the battle til the day that the music stops
Verse 2
melt the wax try and hold a candle to my verse
never drop the ball even on January first
skills honed on my own, I can handle very versed
in combat, options who I plan to bury first
so you better bring the flavor see
or sign a waiver cuz I came here aiming for the fakery
nobody coming back if your craft's less savory
my sound bugging out like the eyes on Tex Avery
since infancy when babies babble more
I was putting words together tiles on a scrabble board
breaking shackles with my battle sword
know the value of a seed in a discarded apple core
with the strength of my blade
just take a stab at it five finger fillet
stopped tracking wins and the notches on my belt
never stack the deck play with the hand I was dealt
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11. |
Island In The Clouds
02:49
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Verse 1
I sit alone on an island in the clouds
at peace feel the breeze as I take a look around
hear the sound of nature, birds chirp water flowing
in a stream nearby floats a leaf far from knowing
where it's going, this is what life's about
we carried by the current but the ripples shape the route
out to stretch my wings like a moth from a cocoon's flight
a samurai's silhouette shimmers in the moonlight
so I take it as a sign
we think our eyes' open but we still quite blind
face to face with time while the hands of a clock tick
look out for my people cuz birds in flock stick
together, fighting on the front line
but weather changes know again you'll see the sunshine
fun times give us hope become strength in the darkness
never giving up see the proof in my scarred fists
Verse 2
sharpen swords oil blades stay ready for action
shit is fire I don't play like a good kid with matches
you need the facts then I'll break down like fractions
got pieces to the puzzle though they seem to fit backwards
why follow suit I hold a hand full of wild cards
diamond in the rough since a child with style, heart
and courage stay shining but don't through shade
with a purpose make moves endurance got it in spades
since the old days seeking knowledge til the grave
make the grade is standard when you steady flip the page
take my time try to do it right on the first attempt
find a way to reap the prize even when the purse is spent
like a circus tent many aiming for the big top
while I'm mile away in nature chilling in a wigwam
cuz I'm tired of watching people ignore the critical
to focus on the petty when they gonna see it's trivial
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12. |
Beat The Clock
02:32
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13. |
The Ripple
03:32
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Verse 1
days tough, non stop no time to take it slower
I guess I gotta tell, glad we're not playing poker
what I see working night shift out to make a quota
hear a knock on the window guy wants baking soda
eyes bloodshot snot dripping, when he last slept?
looking like he don't care when he take his last breath
half wrecked, time take a toll
decrepit for his age, life's weathered his soul
out back find a kind lady sleeping in the trash bin
off guard I stop short like a ball with backspin
can tell she's not from around the way
feeling bad she prolly got nowhere else to stay
say she left the park when they turned on the sprinklers
a handbag and blanket, traveling singular
I told her bout the dock bathrooms with showers
and the church down the road that be serving up chowder
Verse 2
if you asked me as a kid I never would've guessed of
all the things I'd see as an adult, the stress sucks
walking down the street stepping over cigarette butts
thinking bout homies who didn't have the best luck
two brothers, older one tough as nails
could ball, skate great and take the roughest bails
would never back down from a challenge or a fight
he'd have your back and drink you under the table any night
later was a soldier and toured as a marine
but when he came home esteem low as a ravine
negativity of war, all the evil and the harm
before he knew it shoving a needle in his arm
to kill the pain, tolerance builds
and heroin's handier than swallowing pills
until the younger brother comes home one evening
to find him in the bathroom cold and not breathing
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14. |
Chapter Fourteen
02:43
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Verse
just finished my shift fifth day in a row
been thinking bout leaving for a couple hours though
beat to shit tired ready for my next off day
wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for the boss pay
finally rolling out now it's two a.m.
streets barren in the day the pace is true mayhem
I walk to my car not a person in sight
no surprise this season and the time of night
sit down with a sigh when the engine starts
Wu Tang resumes playing now it's time to depart
not far, ten miles few cars on the highway
strange, five more miles to my driveway
turn off the highway turn on my high beams
back roads from here open fields nearby trees
keep to myself so I live in the boondocks
Delaware, home of the Blue Rocks
soon got my last turn up on the right
it's a dead end road with a bend and no lights
check my mirror there's a car back coming up fast
who cares, I'll turn off before he flies on past
but the car turns too, I look back and wonder
I speed up a bit but he's right on my bumper
engine revving with aggression doesn't lessen, acting rashly
clearly fucking with me otherwise just pass me
wanna shake him off before I get to my house
could maybe cut through a field but I have my doubts
gotta slow down coming up on the turn
getting hit by this fool is my main concern
check the mirror once more before we get to the curve
look back just in time to see a deer and swerve
off the road, in a patch of tall grass
where I stop same time I hear the sound of a crash
dude hit a tree his whole front end's smashed
blood on the windshield lots of broken glass
I watch for a minute, don't see any motion
smell of burnt rubber in the air so potent
I start to drive away then put it in park
get out the car, make my way over in the dark
guy looks like he's dead or at least not moving
face on the steering wheel filled with cuts and bruises
pulling on the handle til I get the door open
mangled bone hanging out his left arm's mad broken
that's when I look down on the floor by his feet
see a black four five right in front of the seat
heart beats faster as I reach for the piece
was his end game to rob me and leave me deceased
startled by a wheeze, alive he's trying to breath
I put my finger on the trigger point and grit my teeth...
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15. |
What Happened To Peace
02:03
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Verse
armed to the teeth could be the motto of my country
too many gun owners bogarting like Humphrey
stockpiling stop smiling see a stranger as a danger
why they shoot first and ask questions later?
the problem only gets bigger
fiends scratching I'm talking bout their itchy trigger finger
the right to bear arms is in the constitution
not the right to bring harm to an innocent human
hard to believe that
there's so many mass shootings man I can't keep track
everywhere I go I always gotta watch my back
reading how people act cuz they probably strapped
to attack at the slightest altercation
never knowing what'll set them off and halt their patience
in a nation full of heat holding pistol packing people
how we gonna stop the violence from consuming us it's evil
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16. |
Don't Waste It
02:12
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WonderFlow
WonderFlow is Keen & Hazey82. Two hip hop heads who strive to influence the art in a positive way, focusing on lyrical content and knowledge, combined with smooth production. Our goal is to be true to ourselves and help elevate hip hop to the next level. We make music for fun and for the love of the art. The best way you can support us is to enjoy our music and share it with others. Peace ... more
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