The Source” featuring Ibrahima Faye (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly, I. Faye) Intro (Ibrahima Faye) Ndox mooy man (Water is me) Ndox mooy yow (Water is you) Mooy li saxal dund gi (It is the root of life) Ci kaw suf (On this Earth) Ndox mooy man (Water is me) Ndox mooy yow (Water is you) Mooy li saxal dund gi (It is the root of life) Ci kaw suf (On this Earth) Ndox monu taxa wax (It gives us speech) Ndox monu taxa dox (It gives us strength) There are those who need water They wake up with the sun to walk miles and miles in the hot African sun Baawnaan, danuy baawnaan (We pray for water) Ngo xii ngox (Amen) Now is the time, now is time to stand up Now is the time to call for the rain Let the trees grow, the grass rise Baawnaan , danuy baawnaan (We pray for water) Ngo xii ngox (Amen) Verse It all started on the river Before black folks were called… Damn, that’s a long time ago Well that terms more recent Than you may imagine The Niger, Congo, Nile made it happen The sources of civil livin’ Men and women Existing All in accordance to the rhythm Their spirits must be livid From all the monkey business Ridiculous depicted F**k D.W. Griffith Black woman is the source of the birthing of nations F**k what you heard Peep the girth of my statements Thick! Well aware the connotations of it Its time to go in Ain’t no masturbation with it ‘Cuz you’re gonna need assistance To feel what we’re coming with Thick! Like African lips, African hips Outsiders still- They infatuated by it Sen- sational spit Saturate mental fabrics We the architects How we get labeled as savage? Throughout history Of course we’ve been bred, born naked Bought, sold, kept separate Burnt, drowned, dissected Whipped, lynched, infected Labored, met with discredit Now these labels pay us for diss records But its deeper than- Talkin’ bout the things we’ve been victim off It’s complex, like that clear liquid that’s in my cup Chorus: They wanna know where it’s coming from You already where it’s coming They wanna know where we coming You already where we coming from They wanna know where it’s coming from You already where it’s coming They wanna know where we coming You already where we coming from Outro (Ibrahima Faye) L’eau C’est moi (Water is me) L’eau C’est toi (Water is you) L’eau C’est la vie (Water is life) L’eau C’est l’humanite (Water is humanity) La agua es yo (Water is me) La agua es tu (Water is you) La agua es la vida (Water is life) La agua es la humanidad (Water is humanity)

“Photosynthesis” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) You know its Dre, Y?Arcka Take aim like archers On point, s**t proper Number one hip-hoppers On a quest to spit knowledge Same time get dollars Take the tip out your ear Now you’re listening clear You’re vision’s impaired Dawg you need to see what I see Peep what I peep Walk how I walk Creep how I creep Its takes special level of tender loving care To prepare All the beautiful thing we make you hear Yea-ah! Please believe that we in here! Tryna snatch a belly full Still keep it sincere Brothers buss nuts, shed blood, drip tears Without that life fluid, all yall prone to disappear Water rap flow, yea you know Most essential Gotchya head bobbing of Arck instrumentals Vicious down pours, street wars tryna drench you (But) life preservation done soaked up my mentals The pure, unadulterated Minus pollutants Untapped- Spillin’ on drum tracks Refined contribution From a free spirit Never claimed to kick deep lyrics Just words from the heart I’m submerged in the art All alone In my zone Globe traveling Aspiring for higher in a world unraveling Replenishing the rap scene Nothing but a dream plus a canteen Fluid rhyme schemes never lack steam Spittin’ hogwash? (Haha) How silly does that seem? Blame the Foundashawn He’s the one provided me A solid base sonically for microphone geology Hoping you can rock with me Rhythmic anthropology Many tryna bottle the- Intellectual property This is my philosophy Spill it no apology Made the sacrifice Yeah I kill it, you should honor me You can see the God in me Still it’s no theology (‘Cuz I’m) Quick to say f**k that shit Rappers is not f**kin’ with it Yall cats is not f**kin’ with it Rappers not f**kin’ with it Only classical I spit Dawg you not f**kin’ with it Only vaginal I hit No homophobe ‘Cuz you know hatred controls the globe And we gotta drown all that To make way for growth Real simple shit Breakin’ down photosynthesis It’s a mixture which- Comprise all existence, think! Yall ever second guest the food we eat? Or the clothes we wear? Nothing can compare to the air we breath Yall gotta know the Sun is where it all begun ‘Cuz you can put a gun in the hand of everyone ‘Round the globe Blow, blow ‘til every cow come home Still no way to compete To the way he blaze heat In the leaf Is where carbon and oxygen meet Glucose sugar sweet makes the cipher complete Well, almost Then you gotta factor in a large dose Of water ‘Cuz without this, you’s a goner This the recipe go and flourish get your green up Above all, turn this CD up (Yep) This the recipe go and flourish get your green up Above all, turn this CD up (Yep)

“Sustenance” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) Verse 1 Cheers to you The listener, for perusing through This integral entry Essential musical- profound s**t to poop- a- scoop This for my people getting beat down and abused From B-More up to G-Town Avenue We need more So we scheme for avenues To make killings, stash winnings and to act a fool Nocturnal moves Take a snooze in the afternoon Do the same thing Gotta do what you gotta do Gone a foreign but we never ever left the roots And never do what these weak rap singers do Black thought process Mind state of ghetto youth Is getting’ loot, eatin’ well, never dwell destitute Chorus Who you know that don’t need food fi eat? Yeah my wife and my momma need food fi eat D. Brown, Y?Arcka need food fi eat That’s the way we justify what we do on beats Yo who you know that don’t need food fi eat? Femstar, Dalmar need food fi eat Lil’ Z and Henry need food fi eat That’s the way we justify what we do on beats (We gotta get it) It’s a blessing The way I force-feed you life lessons In a mic sesson In these times of recession You expected cut backs But we yellin’ “F**k that”! Where the guns at? Mother F**ker, where the drugs at? It’s ridiculous Mr. Officer, you’re so inquisitive Bunch of f**kin’’ animals He wonder how we live like this Steeped in madness Porch monkeys cheefin’ grasses Sand in hour glasses- slip away tease the anxious Salivating on big thoughts In the search for sustenance Basics Food, Water, Nourishment Dealing in traps React- Violently snap Abandoned offspring chasing skins slow to adapt To the ways of the beast Blood thirsty, most savage Pigs cry wolf, get wrapped in blankets It’s tragic When you’re tryna maintain in the food chain Only the strongest remain Chorus Yo take your hat off Wash your hands, It’s dinner time In my apron Slaving, serving, dishing rhymes Full of protein Healthy 16’s, antioxidants If it makes green please believe rappers jockin’ it I- Balance positions like a dietician while I’m spitting Materialism Switch it with self-wisdom They think the beat sickening ‘Course they gon’ dig in Facts on the back you can peep the nutrition It’s a tradition Ode to the old school Never looking back though- They call it fresh produce Soul food For the mind- minus swine ‘Cuz its time We left those shackles behind But it’s hard When the hunger pains are inherent Seen so many starve Dawg we gotta have it Big dough status A piece of the pie, bread, cake Yo, you chose the batter It don’t matter Long as we got a platter Sustenance Never mind all the suffering Sustenance Never mind all the suffering Essentials of living, man. That’s what we’re going for, man. F**k the bulls**t. Chorus

“Sweat” featuring Dim Dayz & Femstar (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly, F. Olatunji) Chorus Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Verse 1 You know it’s Dre, Y?Arcka take aim like archers On point shit proper It only get hotter Palms moist Indicative of the boil point Fire from my ballpoint Kills pollutants, my voice Cleanse the bullshit That these lames pumped up in the music Makes maneuvers with little effort While you moving reckless Nothing but a technique sweater DJ on the Technics, spin the record While I knock out the box when the king come check it Make a freak weak sprint to her hairdresser European standards they make you feel lesser But don’t fret ‘cuz w all dealing with the pressure The trick is to always stay fresher ‘Cuz you know that mu’phukaz always gon’ test ya But- you can never be complacent Scared to say shit One 3/5 in their documents And now Barack is on top of shit Chorus Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat Never make ‘em see you sweat (Never ever) Make ‘em see you sweat In the studio Pen, pad, open page Plus a tall glass just to take my thirst away Ironic I’m ‘posed to set shit ablaze Fire in my heart tryna match what I say Center stage, my thoughts go on display Curtains they raise, spotlight, entertain This the moment Mic in my hand, yes I own Please don’t oppose it You gonna forfeit dawg Vivid music Spill drippin’ coolness Perspire desire ‘cuz I really do this But the trick is to keep suspense Cuz I’m on point Never will you see me sweat In my zone your whole team get stretched With finesse Making power moves Never shedding beads for less Damn! All the scrimmage playin’ Sittin’ waitin’ Beating buzzers winning the gaming is how we aiming Afterwhich we get the Gatorade bath But don’t sweat that What’s life without making a splash Making it last Endurance Hunger The passion for mo’ The true test of a champion fo’ sho’ Chorus Verse 3 (Femstar) Never too cool to sweat but I'm too cool to sweat it The sweat is automatically kinetically poetic The visual aesthetic is the working man's credit With your whole face back and the chest all wetted When sweat is flowing good then work is getting better and better and you can bet it's past the point where we can let up That's the set-up how we set it up the style how it's threaded The fashion of the passion we rockin’, it's how we get it The whole overstanding it started with a blueprint Ringin’ up the Young Architect for his two cents, Shit it's more like 2 bil the bol's beats is too ill It's how I catch the sickness with the quickness Real deal business. co-signed with a mic check once, check twice see that it's boomin in the left right speakers just so when it's streaming through my soul and it's coursing through my muscles all outta control I can channel it and transmit it with no edit The locals go loco over vocalist dynamics The sweat is automatically kinetically poetic Never too cool to sweat but I'm too cool to sweat it.

“High Tide” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) Verse 1 When Arcka proceed with the rap beat I exercise my right like seasoned athletes To come correct Magnify the reach of spoken rap speech My flow a threat Like the water on a boat that sprang leaks So hold your breath Be sure to pace ya’self, the s**t get mad deep It’s Crazy! Once music stole my heart she made it hard for us ‘Cuz she say she love me But it’s hard to stay monogamous Hangin’ out with dummies late at night They all be tryna f**k Women I’m so true to you Tryna see you prosperous It’s obvious! That rappers nowadays they lack the competence To keep it fresh And still address the issues they condiments My confidence! Comes from kickin’ written like a novelist Always provocative when I be processing my documents Dawg your eyes are shut! Expand your vision like binoculars My records prosperous And undisputed like stenographers When engaging the populous I maintain the way a prophet does Hold on tight And wait for yall to wise(n) up Chorus I see you watchin’ Lookin’ teary eyed Rap is washed up They said the s**t died But when we hit the stage The music come alive You can feel the rush They call it High Tide! (Repeat) Verse 2 Creep with me Beneath the leagues Depths, deepest seas Past the crevices where cowards be scared to breath This H.I.P.H.O.P. How I Play High Octane Poetry You might capsize thinkin’ they can flow with me Old school tactics on a rhythm like a rotary Twisted tone patterns touchin’ numerals you hope to see The vivid potency Got ‘em squinting –Can’t believe How we cook it in the stu You can sniff the popery Mr. Phillysophical Got the youngsters quotin’ me Onto bigger locales- link with homies overseas S**t is on now Monumental schemes Architecture (Arckatecture) Jersey’s finest got me layin’ down hard lectures To bless ya For many moons yall been waitin’ Groundbreakin’ INDI and the Foundashawn High level styles yall can never down play it Your best bet is to recline and replay it Chorus Verse 3 I’m goin’ in Harpoon submarine status Guillotine chop, quick to quarantine rappers Wallowing in wackness Never been the bull Only spit that real shit The genuine manure Yes I said before The flow plenty raw Sewage type fluid it be sweating out my pores When I release bullshit cease I rock steady No B-Boy, s**t is poppin’ like levees I’m current Dawg you know the mind state’s heavy I’m current Dawg you know the mind state’s heavy Chorus

“Reign Delay” (A. Pascoe, S. Kelly) Verse 1 I don’t mean to be a bubble busser A sunlight snatcher A rain tarp slinger Or bring harm to ya Just came to drop a line You know brainstorm When others try to call it off you gotta play ball Here’s an example Just look what I did I built a roster My whole team slid I had a choice, I could of shot the shit and sat around But I chose different man- Myself I had to rally round More than a couple hits Its time to bat around And now I got the illest pitcher standing on the mound Fresh up out the dug out Never blew a save A lot of players get bugged out when it’s time to win the game ‘Cuz it’s bigger than the business Of match-ups, statistics The talent you’re given, if passion is missing A mere pastime Well, that’s what this isn’t Had to go extra innings Just to see what it was hittin’ for ‘Cuz desire never shows up in the box score But it separates an error from a double play Infield hit, could’ve stopped half way The hard luck player, from the hall-of-famer It should make you sleep thinking how to step your game up If not, then you probably took the easy way out And you not gonna reach the spot you dreaming about And I’m not gonna stop til’ you readin’ about All the championship rings that I keep at my house But you wouldn’t know about that dawg. Let me try to explain… Chorus Matic young Dre dawg Artist of rap Sound foundation Arcka be that When we drop skill, spill, water the track Growthi n the music, resurgence is back With no delay we continue to reign Seasons they change, realness will remain With no delay we continue to reign Seasons they change, realness will remain With no delay we continue to reign Seasons they change, realness will remain Verse 2 They wanna know will I manage Dawg, ain’t no reason to doubt Still rep my farm team during seasons of drought This is business Reason why I keep it so refreshed My flow so refreshed Taking bolder steps On the base path Moving according to signs Not out of bounds, its fair down the line To say my hustle brought us back from behind Put ‘em on with the single The squad know I- Come with real black images The R.B.I.’s Driven home my position Now forced to conclude To win- Play like there’s nothing to lose cuz- Worst comes to worst End of the day They never showed up?... Worst thing you can say about a teammate In any arena Certain principles are given I guess some just didn’t get it As a closer I’ll leave you with a word about composer Don’t anticipate defeat Believe it’s over when it’s over So let the games behind Check for me in October Chorus