Cold from Reawakening by Graphic Melee

I'm gonna exhale a cloud of thick ash just like Vesuvius. After the quick hash dash generate some groovy hits. My tracks stay moving hips. Rumor is the boomers split my brain while the source of my voice was just a tumor in my throat. So then I had slow down the path I was traveling on so I could learn to play it solo. No mo' of the slow-mo only go go push my tempo like my promo. Goal to go pro icing y'all like cake because I'm so cold. One piano riff from perfection. Perfect my connections. Projecting where snares hit like a weapons. I crept in and stepped to the front of the section. With an audible collection of reflections. Resurrecting items like an archeologist, but I'm digging sounds for tones that I can polish then plug into my symphony of electronic hits. Result, the final product that I now present.

The whole world is my sound system since I found rhythm from the beating of a heart to start of a thunder cloud. Listen and let the groove take the wheel like a needle to a record. Sound waves have been known to sooth, treat, and heal. So hold what ails you up to the source of sound. Tap into a force courses from inside of the ground and manifests in a form to be felt or heard from miles around. It's music and its headed straight for your town. I'm like a midnight marauder. One set of ears at a time is how I slaughter the doubts rolling off me like beads of water. Likely to start a rebirth of thought but I'm too cold hearted to ever give away the key gates. So I'm a put all together, see the pieces relate. Equate it to a larger version of a previous state. Then run those numbers in my head so we can make our escape.

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Portland