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1. |
Throwaway Lines
02:50
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Bad ass bastard bad news brown,
get the ghetto blaster if cats don’t back down,
I told Speak bring it man don’t back down,
bless me with a track with that boom bap sound,
that Marley Marl Juice Crew Pete Rock knocker,
Premier Get A Rep Gangstarr kind of bopper,
got a text check the email the beat and details,
should’ve known this shit was funky how it’s making my screen smell,
candle light and incense to deal with the stench,
going in on my first sentence,
words exert on disperse intense,
tapped in the universe now this verse the shit,
immersed in this things are about to be trouble folks,
taking it back to the Sidekick and the bubble coat,
fall back if you don’t want a broken nose,
have some yac or better yet a double dose,
cause it deadens the pain I’m just helping you homes,
going straight to the brain when I be in the zone,
like I’m alone in a booth with a mic stand,
apologize to the cypher ya’ll fine for the night man,
I got rappers getting benched for tour dates in bunches,
rhymes hit so hard that it’s giving cats concussions,
got served with a subpoena their making a class action,
acting like from the jump ain’t knowing what’s gonna happen,
thinking in attoseconds the world still when I pass,
tap in the speedforce they call me the Black Flash,
I’m fire backdraft ya’ll pests Black Flag,
sweet on the inside belong in a grab bag,
masterpiece I’m Matisse gonna out lasts fads,
lyrics should be in the Louvre but it’s not that’s sad,
ain’t saying this to brag well maybe just a tad,
truth is the truth so homie that’s that,
bathe in my own light call me a seraphim,
wings will take flight Gift of God within,
I smite thee if you fight me,
even Constantine couldn’t save you from the wrath that I be,
picture the 10 plagues 9 levels of Hell,
WWE wrestle it in a cell,
got you in my sights trigger the wind crackle,
put your head with the rest that’s hanging over my mantle,
a vandal savage foes I ravage,
stuck between this art shit and getting that cabbage,
and anybody in the way is just collateral damage,
don’t know what you expect but I’m hoping you manage,
at an advantage my principles holding stalwart,
philosophers quote me adages and proverbs,
alchemist lyrics elixir of life,
the other day I was told I’m Hermetic by rights,
guess it’s cause I spit that lead from the soul,
by the time it reach your ears it’s turned into gold,
let me stop B ain’t trying to play the divine,
just cause I got ya’ll fools trippin on my throwaway lines.
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2. |
Cooking In The Kitchen
02:52
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(Verse 1)
First take a pen and paper then take an ill idea,
then grab a dope ass beat that’s just like something this right here,
then mix it stir it fry it poach it grill it broil it bake,
then add some spices to it serve it hot upon your plate,
savor every word of this,
praise you say you the shit,
lick crumbs up off your dish,
ask for that second hit,
now you back in the kitchen cooking up again,
tweaking the taste keeping it different,
so you mix it stir it fry it poach it blah blah blah blah blah,
you tell your girl to try it she’s yellin out rah rah rah,
she tell you she ain’t liein this shit the illest around,
you replicate the recipe pass it about the town,
cats confirm her review old school call it def,
now you back in the kitchen every night masterchef,
add new ingredients writing it in your books,
keep on eating it the more you need to cook.
(Chorus 1)
Hot hot hot shit straight off the stove fire,
grease poppin metaphor for my desire,
because I need to knead it that’s how I’m makin dough,
they eat it as I feed give’em a little mo,
cooking in the kitchen fresh off the crock pot,
sauce pan skillet give it to you nonstop,
pop it in the oven that’s how I’m making bread,
give it to you raw rare dude blood red.
(Verse 2)
Day and Night in the kitchen cooking every time,
got your formula down recipe in your mind,
nevermind the paper sometimes it’s off the dome,
don’t need a restaurant you cook it up at home,
hour after hour you restlessly continue,
got so much to serve you should make you a menu,
breakfast lunch dinner brunch supper,
keep it coming daily no sleep dreams suffer,
but as your dreams slumber your vision gains feeling,
sautee it up in an iron cast skillet,
add some peppers to kill it onions for tears,
chop up some fresh garlic ward away all your fears,
all the while you got the brain food marinatin,
pan sear it little raw tastes amazing,
add a garnish serve it with sauvignon,
back on the hustle homes say once again it’s on.
(Chorus 2)
cooking in the kitchen fresh off the crock pot,
sauce pan skillet give it to you nonstop,
pop it in the oven that’s how I’m making bread,
give it to you raw rare dude blood red,
hot hot hot shit straight off the stove fire,
grease poppin metaphor for my desire,
because I need to knead it that’s how I’m makin dough,
they eat it as I feed give’em a little mo.
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3. |
Ghosts In A Shell
03:09
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4. |
Play Games Part 1
04:08
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(Quanstar - Verse 1)
My soliloquies recited as scripture,
see in it your soul sonogram you picture,
dog be in duress separated in sects,
over which of my metaphors and similes are the best,
by the way bitter bitches will probably get broke open,
ride tracks like a range that’s moving in slow motion,
I make the mighty live in misery,
matter of fact I’m magical disappearance a mystery,
never an act dude I’m True E,
Hollywood story watching it astutely,
or better yet Behind The Music and Unsung,
where I’m at I’m from Atlanta and Compton,
should give you a Plus 1, follow, like, or friend,
hashtag blue collar with your post at the end,
lunch pail work boots in the booth,
headphones locked door til the session is through.
(Ozy Reigns - Verse 1)
Good music sounds better when you’re high,
bad music sounds worse when you’re high,
naah nigga I only smoke to soul classics,
and if it’s Bad as LL or Michael Jackson,
got the most distractions then we’ve ever had,
often I found myself gettin sort of mad,
once you had Wagyu steak,
can’t stand that spam on your plate,
light of my culture I radiate,
serious about my money too,
never fool with it,
turn me into the bad lieutenant,
and ya’ll don’t to see me reckless,
start namin all these suckas and their trash records,
sometimes I want to smash records,
over the face of who control the airwaves,
somebody please take the remote from ‘em,
don’t sweat Quan and Oz coming.
(Ozy Reigns - Verse 2)
Ozy Reigns’ll give ya hook and bars,
give me 50 large,
can barely hear my voice over all the applause,
I’m a sun among stars,
killer like jaws,
crowd flippin out on some Dominique Dawes,
both hands up now I want you to pause,
hey wait just a minute wet t-shirts they ain’t wearing no bras,
homegirl you shiznit,
looking at me like you want to test the equipment,
let’s wild out and sip sip and get lifted,
this game right here yeah we gone shift it,
turn them bricks on your head yeah you gone get hit,
yep it sound so damn heavy,
explosions like blowin a damn leavy,
exposure go on home if you ain’t ready,
(Quanstar - Verse 2)
I got a couple ideas live inside of my vision,
never run from a challenge opportunities risen,
cause when I make a decision I’m a make a decision,
to these haters don’t listen for the greater I’m livin,
never let my circumstances dictate it all,
I’m knocked down get up every time I fall,
I said it before I’m half man half amazing,
keep in store to avoid more abrasions,
grapes to raisins plums to prunes,
niggas shrivel under pressure when my voice is in tune,
and the bass goes boom the kick goes clap,
the spotlight looms niggas ready to rap,
the amalgam of lyricism and sense common,
head busted cracked open a split almond,
see I’m gone with the wind arrive in a gust,
alive in the end I’m yellin out in Quan we trust.
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5. |
Killin It
03:50
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(Quanstar - Verse 1)
Lyrical pistol to the pitiful hustle myself on digital,
something super even if simplified to the syllable,
ya’ll cats are cinnamon sprinkled on pink and indigo,
sissified call you a man is sort of criminal,
thinking is seminal even thoughts are minimal,
put niggas on notice and beware if I ain’t into you,
I’m just sayin I ain’t playin and wanting perfection,
since the world is flawed so for ya’ll I give affections,
for my friends but foes can fuck a ferret,
bunny bitches just happy getting a carrot from the industry,
an enemy to skinny jeans suffocate my beans,
high waters little tees nigga that ain’t me,
defeat is decided already tentatively,
deficit to attention is needed for the simplicity,
got niggas closing their eyes like Japanese,
yellin out yo Quan you bout it bout it and calling me Master P.
(Chorus)
K-K-K-Kill it God willing homie I kill this shit,
got the track from LexZyne and it’s the illest shit,
the b-b-beat is kn-knocking the kick is tight as fuck,
love the strings on the hook it’s time to light’em up.
(Quanstar - Verse 2)
I got a swagger like Jimmy prone to speaking in tongues,
arash narrack na from the top of my lungs,
natural international doing concerts at customs,
spit a cypher with Obama had to tell him to bust one,
said he’d bet the deficit that I could definite,
defeat all of these diplomats that countries to our detriment,
a prerequisite just know that I’m the excrement,
he said he cool with that and call me Code Name: Represent,
he said to bring it man I got to be atomic,
nuclear hotness keep United Nations knockin,
mission accomplished next The G8 conference,
again bringing the bomb shit make them settle this nonsense,
come with the content give’em some comm sense,
musical dominance gain a little more prominence,
super power in my own right thus far,
arsenal about to reignite the Cold War.
(Chorus)
K-K-K-Kill it God willing homie I kill this shit,
got the track from LexZyne and it’s the illest shit,
the b-b-beat is kn-knocking the kick is tight as fuck,
love the strings on the hook it’s time to light’em up.
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6. |
First Impressions
03:25
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(Verse 1)
Boy meets girl and girl says hello,
boy drew a blank he’s really a shy fellow,
couldn’t even say a word he responded with a wave,
just glanced into her eyes and took into a daze,
brain swirlin in a haze in the perfume that she was rockin,
couple seconds feel like days throat and stomach in a knot and,
really didn’t understand he ain’t speaking he ain’t trying,
mind and body misconnection so they standing there in silence,
he’s dieing or at least he’s feeling like he’s killing all his chances,
just like back in school when he’s not asking girls for dances,
to the point of absurd feeling like a herb,
thought he was going to faint cause his vision starts to blur,
no not that but look at her she’s so very pretty,
the more he doesn’t say wonder if she’s feeling shitty,
even worse she pity for him now he’s losing his decorum,
soul shining on him like the sunrise in the morning.
(Verse 2)
Girl meets boy she says hello,
boy says nothing probably a shy fellow,
didn’t say a word just responded with a wave,
looking at her strange like he’s standing in a daze,
self esteem a little fazed is it perfume that she was rocking,
couple seconds feel like days throat and stomach in a knot and,
didn’t understand it he ain’t speaking he aint trying,
is he feeling me why is he standing there in silence,
she’s dieing so he better talk before he kill all his chances,
feel like she back in school and dudes were scared to ask for dances,
shit is absurd feeling like a herb,
light headed getting faint thinking maybe she should flirt,
no not that look at him he’s so very fly,
the more he doesn’t say the more she thinks she’s going to cry,
is she looking pitiful then she start to lose her cool,
shining on him like the sunrise in the morning fucking fool.
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Ecstasy
03:11
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(Verse 1)
Wanted a fresh start moved across the nation,
aimed for a degree instead I got an education,
college came to an end said to get out the door,
times got hard weight of the world stopped my growth,
that’s when my nigga Bill introduced me to her,
intoxicated took a taste and the rest was a blur,
from then on she was the centers of my affection,
love of my fuckin life my borderline obsession,
if I wasn’t around her thinking about being with her,
licked her with my tongue into limbo when I hit her,
I knew cats that did her but really didn’t hate,
but they had to chase her when she gave it to me straight,
never a debate on what was going down,
going straight to her hole whenever I was around,
when my days was going bad I’d need a double dose,
making my nuts sweat dryness in my throat.
(Chorus)
I need her I love her going insane,
feeling that she gives me goes straight to my brain,
close my eyes drink away all my pain,
instantly all my demons are slain,
withdrawal whenever we are apart,
see you again mend the hole in your heart,
caramel color complexion taste getting the best of me,
lusting for my lover forever in her ecstasy.
(Verse 2)
Days into weeks like that it’s months past,
losing my wits got control of my ass,
my mom wants me away from her,
me too but I stay with her,
reminds me of the devil while I play with her,
feel for her ass in the dark even though I’m hating my lover,
tragedy in my eyes but I can’t help but hug her,
like I’m her bitch but still got me feelin cursed,
besides it’s still great but nothing like the first,
probably put me in a hearse if I don’t leave sooner or later,
so I do because I value my mental health greater,
I miss her like a muthafucka though I’m doing better,
see her in my nightmares feenin to be together,
but I’m over her I know that I’m able,
go to Al’s crib she’s sitting there right at the table,
right then my heart bled,
so suddenly I grabbed the bottle of Hennessy and took her straight to the head.
(Chorus)
I need her I love her going insane,
feeling that she gives me goes straight to my brain,
close my eyes drink away all my pain,
instantly all my demons are slain,
withdrawal whenever we are apart,
see you again mend the hole in your heart,
caramel color complexion taste getting the best of me,
lusting for my lover forever in her ecstasy.
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8. |
Moonlight Flight
01:48
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Can I have sec to let it go,
use all my emotions let it flow,
take you through my mind formatted in rhyme,
look up in the sky now we’re gone,
flying where the hawks and eagles are,
we can go higher see how far,
past the hemisphere have no need to fear,
we can reach the stars,
touch the surface of the sun for fun,
visit Ursa Minor with my sons,
best time of my life north star with my wife,
now all the worries having none,
I’m just wishing ya’ll could look at this,
all around it’s the beautifulest,
see the art in thee abyss,
I’m a float adrift,
damn I’m on a trip,
that’s the center of the Milky Way,
it’s a black hole gotta get away,
if it sucks me in it will be the end,
naah gonna live another day,
picture me flying on a comet,
across the galaxy surfing on it,
I can see it all astronomic,
on the smallest subatomic,
supersonic to the speed of light,
accelerate to thought I’m in hyper-flight,
was livin in bliss now I’m kinda pissed,
I gotta be at home tonight.
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Quanstar Atlanta, Georgia
Quanstar is an underground hip hop artist out of Atlanta. Originally from Compton, his major influences were artists like
Ice Cube, Souls of Mischief, and Common.
Known as hip hop's da Vinci, Quanstar is also a filmmaker, author, and comic creator. In just around 15 years, he's released over 15 projects as an independent artis
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