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Tones & Vibrations

by concealedart

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1.
I’m counting stars, I’m counting stars Wonder where you are, wonder where you are I’m counting stars, I’m counting stars Dreaming from afar, dreaming from afar OGs taught me the game, I gotta do it just In a world full of hate, I gotta show it love Find me on the block posted up I got these words written on the page, ghost written by the very feelings of this rage Charming this pretty young thang So fulls of dreams that one can bring She wants the world, but the world don’t want you back But I couldn’t tell her that, so I pull her back Close to my heart, yeah girl lets just start with that Let the music kill these demons like it’s mars attack Lets go far, to uncharted tracks Leave my imprint, when they look down, it’s like art attack Yeah yo we built it like an architect I wouldn’t trade it for no larger stacks And we all got ugly sides like Harvey Dent But with you, it looks so marvelous Remember back in the day when we were chilling on the boulevard Living in the clouds, counting stars Dream bout afar, and how we gon get to it But paradise was right here we just misused it Life’s a bitch, and I was its student They saying that I couldn’t but I disproved it Saying any different is just plain stupid Cos I been paying dues, while these squares stay cubic I been breaking rules like there’s no rubric I been fighting through, with my fist up, duking Cupid, why you so cruel with love roulette Heart still wounded from the last shooting But love will prevail in the hearts of true men If I can’t pull it off, tell me who can? Bitch tell me who can Killa be illest from the new gen
2.
No need for introduction, witness the beat destruction I crush em, like g’s crushing when they see me busting 32 lines of death, I kick it like a dancing Russian Keep your discussions to a minimal, when I’m in zone hustling See I’m mad chill, Snoop would call me cousin Cop the nug by the dozen I got these dimes, who be calling me their muffin But if we go by cute names, dawg you know we fucking Rap game huckleberry fin I’m king of the hill and I ain’t budging an inch Call me kami, my flow’s so tsunami My flow’s so beast like jumanji My pen game, killing the inc, like ashanti Up against the odds, I’m the rose in the concrete Sipping on don p, homie I’m blowing o’s They wanted bars, but shit I got totem poles, so let em know
3.
She said she had a path, and she chose one Leaving me all by my lonesome Leaving me to write all these poems for em A forum for my broken heart, tell me where do I start Yo, Killa’s just an exile from the noah’s arc Who witnessed the world getting ugly, like bubba sparxxx Tell me is it art that I’m rapping Didn’t get a chance to say I’m sorry ms Jackson but I am foreal Put a voice to the caption The foolish, left sided contraption Man, I need the brons, like I’m action Just to mack the ms fat booty from the maxim Paying me no attention, I wonder where she’ll be at when I’m stacking Across the table writing love notes into the napkin Seal it with a lipstick kiss, then it’s bliss Hope the money won’t change me like them tricks It’s survival of the realest Keep it og with that trill shit If I can dream it, I’ma build it These feelings in my heart, I’m hope you feel it
4.
An ever last impression. Yo, Who am I question? Can I right a wrong with rap confessions? I just wanna know, can I find a cure to all my stressing And if so, are these instrumentals what I’m destined for Tell me what’s in store, so I can build myself up like D-Rose So many fishes in the sea, I want my nemo Life is just a game I want my cheat codes Cos life is short, danny devito. So I stand tall and never fetal Flow so immaculate, cos I’m the dream boat To your home girl, weed smoking munching Cheetos Yeah you know, just chilling on the east coast Taking back the game call me repo If I hear a sick instrumental I’ma beastmode And bang like a john woo flick, never reload. So tell me, tell me, who let the love die, murder she wrote Open up your heart, hope my key fit the key hole Bumping 2pac in the regal, Making me reflect upon my people I said, I’m bumping 2pac in the regal, And it’s making me reflect upon my people Bitch I’m bout the green like I’m Cee Lo Here’s a dose of lethal. Each one, teach one, lemme preach yo Killa’s steelo, used be bout women toking weed smoke Mad at life looking like steven seagal Now I appreciate the beauty of the beast look So many tragedies I rewrote Started with a sappy entrance Now I’m tryna set it up for that happy ending Came in with my style, and the patents pending Had my heart broking now it’s on defensive Yeah, and I’m back inventing Everlasting so I guess it’s never trending
5.
Reflections 03:40
I want it all, I want it all Yo, I’m reaching for the top, cos Nas said it’s yours I’m with a bad bitch, yeah the one that I adore What deadly combination, yeah it’s us against the world I keep my circle tight, members only no referrals To make for my mistakes like my name is Earl I promise that I’ll never break a promise with my girl I’m sorry I ain’t perfect, but I’ma live and learn So please don’t go judging me, on the way I earn And please don’t judge me, homie solely cos I burn We all just tryna get a gripe, yeah and mine is firm I know I got that love, but man I need insurance Cos true love nowadays is a rare occurance So try to keep up with me, work on your endurance Work on your endurance, keep up with the movement I’m tryna make it out like I’m Truman I want the real thing, something I could feel thing Peel back these layers, watch conceal sing I still bring, hunger to the table, yo I’m still king Can’t shake the underdog feeling (yo I can’t do it) Gotta show respect, to the OGs that came before How do I put this in layman terms Showing true love is my main concern Just like music, like the homie Erick Sermon I had a couple drinks now I’m swerving on the block, suburban Tryna fight my demons, Tyler Durden In a perfect world, I might be a different person But I’m breaking down the boundaries, fuck a jurisdiction Killa Con depicted in this non fiction Yo I’m gonna bring the heat like I’m causing all this friction I’m coming at the beat with a kind of killer instinct With the sole intent, to leave behind my imprint
6.
Your hand fit mine so beautifully This concept of love seems so new to me I’m reminiscing back, how it used to be Cos if we stayed together, man who’d agree But I never let it get to me I’m seeing no limits like Master P It’s just you and me, and we could make it true Us against the world, ride off in the coup Shake up every borough, you know how we do Cos as long as we got each other, we could make it through We were naïve, man we were young Couldn’t understand, was in love and dumb The politics of the world Pushed to the bottom of the barrel Wonder where you are now Tell me are you still down I’ve been searching for you I’ve been searching for someone I’ve been in my zone I’ve been solely on my own But now we’ve made it major And now we’ve got that paper Guess I’ll see you later It was you that gave me away I’ve been searching for you I’ve been searching for someone I’ve been in my zone I’ve been solely on my own On my own, on my own
7.
I be chilling on the block, with a blunt in between my lips Tryna kiss the sky, while I stay on my pimping shit Let me get creative on em lames like adobe And they say life’s a bitch, so homie call me goldie I said, I stay on my pimping shit, with them shorties Homie, I could still score, with luongo as the goalie I’ma go out fighting, like ti domie You see me on the block, I could stay classy sipping on them forties Bitch, I stay cozy while these bitches nosey Yeah, we talking bidness, while they lean in like they on some codeine Ease dropping ass suckas, yeah they keep on jonesing For the formula that got them fucking horny ma They can’t stop me, like that hustla on that corner Raise your glasses, cos killa got the juice yeah, I’m pouring up Stay smoking like the stoners cup All them bitches show me love I be on my pimp shit, I be on that mint shit Tryna lay the beat out with that killer intent I be on my grind, for my survival Do it for the homies, don’t forget all the fly hoes
8.
Got my sights on forward, but still I took a peek At my peripherals, cos there it would only be Me and you together, I guess it only seems better In retrospect, but I ain’t mad I met her Guess I’m selfish in a way Don’t wanna go down as the memory you threw away Now my mind gotta fumigate To take it off the pain of my wounded state So I write these songs of lost love, hoping you would stay Forgetting that time flies, and how you flew away I’m tryna figure out, how to get it off the ground I got too much of it I can’t tone it down Nah, I can’t tone it down Gotta let the world know I want you now Ain’t no road blocks that could hold me down I do it like just pac, yo I get around You can’t stop me, yo I get around Throw me road blocks, yo I’ma get around Yeah, I’m get around So that torch, you better hand it down I want the real thing, yeah Searching for the right rhyme to fit how I’m feeling Searching for the right dime to fit my ideals and I’ma cast it out just to see what I reel in I don’t want that artificial love like I’m krillin Real G’s in the building To the public eye, I’m just a guy with no fulfillment Call me tim taylor, I need a fix cos I’m concealing My heart like the raptors, in need of some rebuilding Dreams of making money, make it pile up to the ceiling But will my lone soul be provoked to be a villain Only time can tell, only time can reveal The true hearts of men instilled Within the left sided chest plate To the kid who gon to press play Extensions of the mind, and questions of will he be a legend Like lebron
9.
Already told yall that you couldn’t stop me So c’mon haters, wake up and smell the pot leaf Yeah homie, I’m the prodigy like mob deep With my boy profit, having convos of beyond I’m giving up the past, so yeah I’m moving on But these feelings of these past loves might be life long Can’t stop what is strong True love is what I got for em, let it be known I’m feeling good, like nina simone It ain’t nothing but vibrations and tones Yeah, the good die young like anna Nicole But damn it, I don’t panic, homie I just stand on my own Yeah we gon’ make it on our own
10.
You know I gotta keep it OG From humble beginnings sipping Ol’ E. If you bout that doe, homie show me For that fire you can’t put out like a bogey I got that stark, like I’m tony Got these kids behind me like I’m kony You kids mad rotten with that old beef Bring that bull round here, I say no need I’m with mary jane like I’m toby Maguire I’m getting high, while I put on the wire Hot Bitches I acquire In dire need of my services to their desire Just chilling, sipping on a wiser While we build something outta nothing like macgiver If you got a hot bitch, better hide her We stunt, like we got ryan gosling as the driver To the untrained eye I might be one thing Try to put me in a box, I can’t be contained I’m too super nuclear Nay saying bitches gassed up like they Jupiter So tell what’s your angle, perpendicular I’m signing titties with a killa con signature All these mini-mes so miniature Tryna make my biddness private like the prime minister Any given time, anything can occur So killa stay sinister But I’m still the same dude from the block, like I’m Jennifer Put in work lil homie, everybody starts amateur Show love to every one of my fam My clique makes yours shook like parkinsons

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released August 1, 2013

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