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released May 24, 2017

Recorded and mastered by Alisdair Lee
Photo Credit: Sydney Finn

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Track Name: Adamo (prod. by Dustifingaz)
(this is a story about our hero, Travo
as he travels down a long road named 'Adamo'
on a summer day he wishes was cold
our story starts at the book store
while he buys knowledge
others buy fools gold
listen to the stories
of things he's seen
and people he knows
now lets go:)

readn' Malcolm X on women, said: "don't ever let em get to ya
they can take you down far, don't put a thing above God"
some of these women treatin men like retail
fake emotions all day, half the time they cry,
they just imitate; they could take a king out
if he aint all there, fatal femme on the levy
cataractin plenty, drown opponents in emotion
do it intently, leave 'em dead inside
like a mummy wrapped in beauty
there aint nothin to it, do it to each other
trickin' men real fluent
chasin down girls, you can tell he gon' lose it
thinkin with his body, when his body real judas
she a venus fly, coy, use you like a toy
fakin disappointment, like you didn't see the signs
see em all the time, but you let em pass by
gotta wonder why you close your own eyes
when ya comin at a stop sign

Chorus:
Goin down to Adamo, movies n' the catacombs
bus stop, temp shop, sammich wit some provologne
girlfriend, ask out, phone number, take out
Trap door, Jail house, GED for drop outs
mall cop, thrift stop, Hobo with the liquor talk
midnight hunger, 24 iHop,
couldn't steal time, so instead he stole a wristwatch
now he spend time tap dancin to the tick tock

work with the whino's, ex-con psycho's;
anxiety when other people ask how my day goes
I don't tell em jack,
I convince people not to sell crack n stay off crystal meth
I hear stories I can only rap back
contrasted wit ya average yakity-tak
I dont relate well so I often hold back
like I told you who I was and what I do
I already know how you would react:
"Trav knows criminals, some friends junky
dance in the streets, and he aint got money"
-mean I used to, but times got funny
God's got a plan n' I know it means something
pray real hard so I stay in the front seat
comin off the interstate, midnight, full speed
turn the speakers on, and bounce to the big beat
bring it back around as im rollin' down this street

Chorus:
Goin down to Adamo, rollin' over traffic cones
8 lanes packed, lotta talkin on the radio
pizza joint, ice cream, sunny day, nice things
gettin this rain like some tampa bay lighting
Read alotta Alan Watts, shade from the bridge spot
when I wake up, head over to the comic shop
tresspass, property, jacked by a bike thief
gotta get home, so I better start hiking

feelin like a sucker, cause my girl cheated on me
the same day I was gonna ask her if she'd want a wedding ring
later Felicia, hope I never see ya
I'd throw you a peace sign, but I broke my index finger
dig it on up just to bury it again
best friend, peepin tom, diggin thru my moms draws
dated his girlfriend, tell me what the heck you mad for
welcome to the south where we get it on backwards
sun so hot got people actin absurd
I be movin like an adverb, mad nerd pack words like
kitty litter cat turds, so sick talkin crap like fat germs, on the way to work, feels like I'm startin a new chapter
on I-75 so I can go faster what I'm chasin after
saw a trick from school and rolled right passed her

Chorus:
Goin down to Adamo, gasoline n chemicals
Im a run around until I rip my tennis shoes
aint no shade, like 100 degrees
but all of my friends throw shade on me!
I take it all in, y'know where I live,
crash my motorcycle at the end of a night shift
end of my day got me feelin real worthless
but im still alive so I know I gotta purpose
Track Name: DOPE (prod. by Syndrome)
Where ya think you runnin to? I know you wanna come back
I know what you want, and you know I got alotta that
pull the needle out, get to treadin with the track marks
all ya ol' buddies get it smellin' like a nascar
passed out hard, woke up bloody in a backyard
nobody knows you, white like a cracker
try to run away, but ya house is a handcart
got a monkey on ya back laughin' like a mandark
dirty like black tar, try to buy water
shouted by Akbar: "Outta my site!"
left stage like an actor
know your role and you play the sad part
gettin your soul ripped out by a raptor
already know the facts are: beg, steal, no meals
addict to a black star;
day was a bad start, carvin out a dark heart
you be gettin mean, cause you mad hard.

y'know im your best friend I wanna rip ya heart out
lull you to sleep, and I also turn the lights out
I can wipe the pain out like white out
already know y'wanna try out (haha!)
fish real good, caught a man outta downtown
alley with the bow-wow; fake peace pipe like a pow-wow
its too late cause ya times out, got your soul better bow down
I got every corner, ain't no escape route
You without me? You be lookin real fake now
I can do you good like 'take out', temporary-escape town!
whats this talk about optin out?!
Livin our life and leavin me out?
Everything I do and you kickin me out?
I already told you, quit me and get laid out!

We can slide to the left, or slide to the right
we can dance in the mornin', or the middle of the night
he tried to run away, but I hold on tight
man this dark soul looks oh-so-bright
I control him with all my might
as I hold him hostage with my knife
he used to be a man, he probly had a life
I think he had a name, well now he's mine!
Track Name: King David (prod. by Syndrome)
ex girls middle name is crazy
my shotguns name is King David
click-clack bang, Robin Hood gonna take it
go and take my money cause I'm all out of patience
Aah! oh dang it! Danger: buckshot nature
brass knuckle belt-buckle, shock with a taser
Think I ain't hard, billy stick to the forearm
on that X like a Second Amendment
No piercings: get hit, split, blood-pour-torrent
O'Shay say ya steel toe is a weapon
I don't wanna do it, but I guess I gotta bust him
guess these boots are good for more than construction
carry knives since the 7th grade
ever since this kid try to stab me
didn't cause trouble, some things just happen
gotta save ya life like a tactical prophylactic
the devils so hectic

Chorus:
ain't glorifyin' violence, this is what life is
not your fault your attacked, its your fault your not prepared
gun safe, cash box, fill it all up likes its the end times
learn a martial art n become a strong arm
ya might be scared but that's how we all start
you gotta think real hard if you wanna be alive
cause things change quick and a lot of people die

Knock knock- whose there?: Dead man walkin'
think I wont kill protectin' my offspring
wanna be a problem? guess I gotta solve em
purge these balls comin' outta my shotgun
boys got the ArmaLite hangin in the closet
chillin at the beach with a SWAT team
Temple Terrace, shoot outs and rapes
down the street of my apartment
broad day taxi killed at a mall-stop
DeShaney v. Winnebago,
cops don't gotta protect, don't say I didn't warn you,
helicopters over back yards, guess thats where the felons are
someone try to break in; barricade the door: next they try to steal ya car
this ain't television, real people take it too far
they could take your life, if your lucky, leave a scar
or you could get protection and load a firearm

Chorus:
ain't glorifyin' violence, this is what life is
ain't your fault your attacked, its your fault your not prepared
gun safe, cash box, fill it all up likes its the end times
learn a martial art n become a strong arm
ya might be scared but thats how we all start
you gotta think real hard if you wanna be alive
cause things change quick and a lot of people die

police scanner and a Cadillac
Goons and a Goblin with ski masks
taken out kids no apology back
blood, guts, brick, gang, baseball bats
Terrorist cells who be stashin gats
drug addict had a spaz attack
rippin off flesh where the madness at
expect all them to be sorry bout that?
they wanna take our guns like the fascists
Molon Labe: out of my dead hands
ain't gonna be Venezuela: Welcome to America
protect more than we kill, three million times a year
your government don't care if they don't fear you
History repeats like a redo,
these politicians is so see-through
body gourds for themselves but don't care about the people
so evil

my advice, what I seen heard been through
this is my epistle: take your peace sign n'
say "goodbye, I love you".
pains been there, this is what it always comes to
none of these mad men really care about you
welcome to the battle between good and evil
where sometimes you gotta hurt people
to save people, if you don't struggle right
somebodies gonna eat you
Track Name: Gibtown (prod. by Hapa)
Chillin at the trailer park
dogs barkin, old crusty pop-tarts
its hot out, A/C done conked out
this dude next door gettin' real spazed out
middle of the night, screamin somethin real loud
Got the Xbox on lockdown, play Halo an go shoot out
*Smack*- domestic,
cops showed up and somebody got arrested.
what else is new?

Pop pills, pay bills, "the high life",
shot gun, old truck and a buddha pipe
tie-dye flip flops, she own alotta books like
readin's an escape, and its cheaper than a psyche, right?
Like whats the point of living if I never even feel right?

Don't live here, but been here my whole life,
gon' get together, have a party all night
Cliqued up, roastin, music, movie time
dirty ol' couch that I think i'm sleepin on tonight
pack rats- some people savage.
friend of a man who ate a sheet of acid tablets
when he was five, like to eat paper, said "I wanna have that",
brother drug-dealer left it out like a bad dad,
now his presciptions drugs, man, they take up the whole dang cabinet

Carnyville we gon' take you for a ride
Kevin Smith stop by, watched a wal-mart parkin lot fight
Corner store, dark night, Im clownin an smilin,
cause I could do this all night

(where you goin?) Gibtown
(where you at?) Gibtown
(where you from?) Gibtown
Stayin out at Gibtown
Wylin' out in Gibtown
Hangin out in Gibotwn
Gettin down in Gibtown
Track Name: Gatto (prod. by Timeline)
Anti-matter like I'm out of my element
Like a black kid thats missin all his melanin
military fam so he never gets to settle in
try to be a part, but he's always real different
whats my name? gonna make me a synonym
for lookin this good and bein intelligent

White girl dreads like Gold-i-locks
Black girl fro, wanna tag along
she talk old-school like analogue
Girlfriend crayon catalog
Cool house party: Cannon ball
Gonna sit down, philosophical, like:
Girls go to college to get more knowledge
well Boys go to; hooked on phonics:
I attack with concepts, makin minds collapse
tactics intergalactic, star trek can't manage,
get poppin, get it like a Radd Chad
Went to hard, think I broke the NASDAQ
come from the new school, but act like a classic
I'm always gonna get it man, you can call me taxes
juvenile swag, spray cans in the backpack
comin from the jump, Shaolin Fantastic
you put it into park, when I put it into action
all of my boys be lookin like the Rat Pack
back in the day, used to call me the state champ
boys work real hard jus so we can say that
I don't even care if they like me when I say that
I wanna talk facts, they wanna talk bullcrap
toe tags, body bags, every time I rap man
ya don't know me, all you gotta do is ask

Chorus:
cause I'm the greatest thing you never heard of
like a big star from another universal
I'm the type of bright that could hurt ya
got the kinda hype that's be puttin you to work
like before you heard the track
already know that its berserk
cause I do it for the pain
I don;t do it for the perks
I'm just tryna go to work

(Alright every body sit down
'cause class is in session
and I'm teachin')

I said their hesitation is something medicated
meditative pre-game like pre-meditated
my elevation syncopated with the glitches in the matrix
they tellin me to slow down when I already made it (aah!)
look at these machinations,
cogs in the machine that there makin
see the future, that's so raven, I'll explode like I'm creation
my thoughts give off radiation and im given no apologies
Kill em like Socrates, severin' some arteries

High octane propane, say I'm insane
when I'm at the top of my game
show you things you wont ever be the same
wake up, you aint gotta be an agent
pray, your mind is radio wavin
Im a pick you up like taken, aint gotta be forsaken
all ya gotta do is have a little bit of patience
realize where greatness in the makin

Chorus:
cause I'm the greatest thing you never heard of
like a big star from another universal
gotta lotta rhymes, boy I gotta surplus
thoughts like light, that's takin me furtha
outta sight like yall couldn't discern em
mercin', every concept like Erwin
"oh my word", like I don't concur, I'm
over yall head, like three little birds,

I'm the greatest thing you never heard of
like the words of God comin from the dirt
like a blue sky hidin' all the stars
big like the universe far
no matter what I do man I always hit the mark
'sayin I can get it in, but I aint even start
I already hear em sayin that I went to hard
I'm not sorry, cause I gotta a lot of scars
I ain't gonna stop till I tear ya mind apart
Track Name: Gully (prod. by Hapa)
Jumped in, can't jump out
I'm stuck here, no way out (no way out)


Deal drugs, make money fast
pocket some cash, gotta pay it back
(lololol)
might sell pills, or heroine
go kidnap, extortion

(yall got me messed up, man)

They all think i'm entertainment
I do this every day
blood on my hands
like its valentines day (aah!)
put his teeth upon the pavement
curb stompin's my favorite
gotta gun blow a dome into a stadium
plus I shot a couple strays
that have killed a couple babies
I like gettin' angry, maybe I got rabies
(I like gettin' angry)
wanna get high, boy? I can get you wasted!
(wasted!)

Owe me money, send the goons out
(gooons)
knock his door down, go collect now
shoot 'em in the mouth, blood pourin' out
had the wrong house!

My bad, I didn't mean to do that
(I didn't mean to)
you were in my way, now thats too bad
(now thats too bad)
for you, yeah?

HAHAHA!
(yea, haahahaha HAAHAHAHAHAH!)

oh no...
Oh no!!

Can't stop,
I've been chokin on me own thoughts
gettin tied into knots
when I break out, I'm a take it out on yall!
(Choke, Choke!)
think y'better than me?
I was born worse off, this is my environment
think im crazy? Maybe- What you want, man?
Ain't nobody ever try to save me!
Track Name: 7th Ave (prod. by Noax)
Jackson style, white socks with the black shoes
feel real good looking like bad news
people startin fights over tattoos
outside snake man comin at you
street jazz man playin madd blues
I be eatin pizza, they be poppin molly
ain't glorifyin', call it how I saw it
Pirate town, got a pirate gown
on a pirate gal pop a nollie
good golly, im a marry miss molly
can't hear my voice over all this talkin
can't go back, evil try to stalk me
but I get it poppin, like plate tectonics

(I don't think y'heard me)

tattoo parlors for the heartless
gettin crowded, like the fight already started
boys handin demos out by the red carpet
ODS stay hip-hoppin',
over 21, I'll i gotta do is walk in,
jump in the circle, battle like a mosh pit,
MC rappin, DJ choppin,
gotta kill em all, somebody please stop me, papi

Chorus:
Time to run around n' go on down to 7th avenue
roll with hot girls, boy, but they aint tryna flatter you
when the beat drops, I get wild like an animal
my crew sick, boy, and you aint got the antidote
wanna start somethin we can take it to the floor
if you aint about the life we can show you to the door
do it for the kill, man, guess I do it for the sport
and we gonna keep goin till we can't no more

(What is you doin?
We aint done, it aint even one o'clock yet son!
YEAAAAAAH!)

Go club hoppin, alotta people know me
get it in for free with a little bit of talkin
rockin' at the concert, steady glitch mobbin,
high-tech, low life, watch out for ya wallet
fiends be creepin, do alotta robbin',
top of The Ritz, lookin down at all the zombies
funny how they walking,
underground halls under asphalt
Jack the Ripper cat-calls

Dance room, getting real fancy
this girl took my hat, and she didn't even ask me
Vampire chillin at the concrete
meth head shootin at the grass heap
black Jack Sparrow, Batman walking
graffiti in the alley, from the Czar to the Crowbar
packed out alleys, Cops on the street, lookin like a rally
its 3 AM, man, say goodbye to 7th Ave, G

Chorus:
Time to run around n' go on down to 7th avenue
roll with hot girls, boy, but they aint tryna flatter you
when the beat drops, I get wild like an animal
my crew sick, boy, and you aint got the antidote
wanna start somethin we can take it to the floor
if you aint about the life we can show you to the door
do it for the kill, man, guess I do it for the sport
and we gonna keep goin till we can't no more
Track Name: Sunshine (prod. by Caleb Sarikey)
rockin all the way from Dade county
ran from family and other things
he don't wanna be he rap to me
said he became a good person
'spite all the bad influence
gettin right too it on the way to work
carpoolin', raggin on trump
brag about F. Douglass, truth is
we the new kids aint no illusion
there generation don't know
what to do with us, but I know
we aint useless, middle age-plus
blame us, aint no money
in the market they screw up
Millennials inherit their problems
say were stupid, they so smart man
look where they got us this whole time
they was talkin bout progress
got me lookin for Loch Ness
while we sittin in a gold nest

Chorus:
can't walk back when you out the door
know for a fact when it rains it poors
get real mad, cause of what's happenin'
act like sunshine aint comin back in
I got hope, I seen you in action
dig deep down, I know you got passion
hard times dont stay, they come to pass
tell me what you know about that?

Me and my boys we pack cigars
warehouse summer like crack of dawn
deep convo like we all bump Nas
NOI and some Puerto-Ricans
talkin trash, they cigarette spark
get back to pallet-jackin these carts
get back home with a broken heart
mom's BF makin drama start
the son, he the only one
bringin cheddar home, section 8, pay rent,
but they ungrateful,
catchin that heat, dunno what to do
feel real trap' when that pressure on you
relapse on the track, where the music at
like it save ya life from a heart attack
turn a old Towncar into a Cadillac
drive that thing till its outta gas

Chorus:
can't walk back when you out the door
know for a fact when it rains it poors
get real mad, cause of what's happenin'
act like sunshine aint comin back in
I got hope, I seen you in action
dig deep down, I know you got passion
hard times dont stay, they come to pass
tell me what you know about that?

put the headphones on for the world you ignore
don't you stop, girl, cause you know you want more
get a real life, like "man what for"
every day ain't nothin' school doors
learn to play the violin to cover all
the verbal violence in the house
sometimes seems like they like riotin
like hatred was a bad form of affection
vexin', testin', every single day
arguin no exceptions, get real depression
children suffer, they dont get the message
piss each other off out of vengeance
aint no forgiveness, seem so senseless
they dont know how it make us so restless
when we get mad seems like an invention
when its all them, we didn't invent it

Chorus:
can't walk back when you out the door
know for a fact when it rains it poors
get real mad, cause of what's happenin'
act like sunshine aint comin back in
I got hope, I seen you in action
dig deep down, I know you got passion
hard times dont stay, they come to pass
tell me what you know about that?