"Master of human destinies am i! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields i walk; i penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace-soon or late i knock unbidden once at every gate! if sleeping, wake-if feasting, rise before i turn away. it is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure,t penury, and wore, Seek me in vain and uselessly implore. i answer not, and i return no more!" -John James Ingalls
Grind Written, Produced, Recorded by W. Soto
//HOOK// Head pounding/ To the drums as we move these mountains/ Nonstop, all-day, clock rounding/ Grind! (X6)// There’s alarms in my head/ The sting of the rings/ As I’m launched from the bed/ Starting them fresh but, not at my request/ My flesh wakes craving the best/ It’s a craze and a fest/ Open head to ingest/ Step, step, step, stop!/ Open brain to reflect/ Take a breath/ Step, step, step, Prep for work/To be the next one you search/Who’s checks coming first?/ Check the line that I walked/Talk your talk but I’m already off/Cough/Fumes from the exhaust/Looming to include without/Excluding our cost //HOOK REPEAT(X2)//
Written, Produced, Recorded By W.soto / S.Hampton
ft. Brad Dolo
Books N Crooks
(BootStrap GriMm)/Everyday alive is for the chase of a prize/We take in mind fine lines of heavy printed lies/Many try, so many buy more, different forms/You fixed your storm/Wishing that your link was torn/ Still you need to go and find more, your mind sore/With no source, but it’s a crime to use force/The political course of an original boss/Sent by the lord with a cross/Giving you the cost/ Step outside your box/ Get that mind unlocked/Time to stock when you die/ That’s the time you stop/And with the time I got/I’m not in line to rot/Ready to rock /Destiny, I’m hearing you knock/On toes like socks/No crow, no frock / No home, no block/Grow like crops/Cold like snot/ Behold my shop/Get shots and chopped/From the drop/Choking to the top//HOOK//There’s no need for books in the land of the crooks(x2)/There’s no need for lyrics in the land of the hooks(x6)/ There’s no need for books in the land of the crooks(x2)/ There’s no need for lyrics in the land of the hooks(x2) //(Brad Dolo)/You can fold it/You can stack it/ Everybody gotta have it/You don’t make it then your stagnant/Up in this world it flows free never dies/ Stuck in the web/You caught up in the devils lies/Little we know your soul shrinks when it grows/Quicker than ever, can turn a friend into a foe/You know?/ It’s a piece of paper/But we chase it like a taxi/You don’t have it then you aggy/That’s a burden that you carry/I took a break/But now I’m back on Yea, I’m back wanted/Thanks to popular demand / Niggas steady cater to they fans/I can’t do it, it’s not fluent/It’s way deeper than music/There’s no need for books in the land of the crooks/There’s no need for lyrics in the land of the hooks/Looking at the youth/ Keep an old nigga shook/They too scared to teach us/Them niggas need Jesus//HOOK REPEAT(x2)//
Early Mornings Written, Produced, Recorded by W. Soto
//HOOK//Early mornings/Early mornings Man I love these early mornings/Early mornings/Man I love these early mornings, yeaaa//I went to bed feeling creative/This is 4am shit/With my main twist/I feel anxious/Even if I gotta sharktank this/I’ll find a way to get/What I need to get I wont vanquish/I feel the pressure to my heart/Its that heavy/Always at the helm to keep my ship steady/Mind at the ready/ Forever time to grind these medleys/ Until the time that I can grind/By only taking selfies/Smell me?//HOOK REPEAT// Everyday is for practice/Learning different tactics/And little hat tricks/Poof, this is magic/And while I on this axis/All over the atlas/I’ll make sure I’m not map less/
Intuition is my compass/Selling me something that I can run with/So I run quick/As opportunities awake/I arise into a different state/Damn near day to day//HOOK REPEAT(x2)// I stay against the grain/Call me Mr. Splinters/Colder than Chicago rivers/ Matter fact don’t call me Mr. Splinters/ My titles frozen winner/My vitals say December/Frostbite your members/ With ice steps I keep trudging/The heat I need to keep budging/I need to keep chugging/Keep out defeats cuffs man/That’s the name of the game/ Making my ticket for the money train //HOOK REPEAT//
Hit the ground running/Dive into the icy lake/Get a bitter taste/If you shiver you can feel your face/Swim with haste /Or get stuck like paste/And there’s not a lot of prey/And your lookin like/Fish waste/The clocks ticking/Nonstop so I stock missions/Shop visions/Hopscotch to the top-notch/You’re pissing in the wind/If you think I’m going to quit/I got this, but let me /Make a claim real quick cause//HOOK//People say that I keep on making mistakes/I keep on making mistakes, but let me make a quick claim/People say that I keep on making mistakes/I keep on making mistakes, but then I make a quick gain//You work hard/I work smarter/ You quit first/I work longer/I must have got it from my father/You spend, I invest/Hedge and protect/Running down the steps/To the mailbox looking for a check/Yes!/That’s my type of style of life/Greenhouse in the back/ Compounding time behind the mic/ You’re pissing in the wind /If you think I’m going to quit/I got this but let me make a claim real quick //HOOK REPEAT(x2)//
Quick Claim Written, Produced, Recorded by W. Soto
Written, Produced, Recorded by W. Soto / C. Hansen
Better Daze Ft. Tomorrow begins today
//HOOK//In a daze in the morning/Behind my shades when it’s bright/Blowing clouds when the sun goes down/I stay blazed all night//I tell myself that there’s a better day/ Working harder than I play/Maintained and hardened up my ways/Solidify my habits/ Submit rap clips/With every hat that I wear/ Mix and match it/See I’m mixed with madness/Trade scripts for cabbage/Play mix games /Then dip to classes/Catch a draft of cold wind and ashes/Then grab a draft of cold rims and glasses //HOOK REPEAT//I woke up from that zombie state/You’ll probably find me baked/That’s my escape from the grate/Where I’m safe with my fate/That’s why my faith won’t break/And why my place won’t fade/My mistakes show age/Now I draw notes on staves/Place sound on an empty sound scape/Bounce the waves/And then announce my ways/That’s how I maintain a sound brain //HOOK REPEAT(X2)//
iN MY CUP Written, Produced, Recorded by W. Soto
There’s liquor in my cup/I’m in a rut, trying to get myself up/But the clocks hands stuck/But this liquor in my cup/ Gives me a boost/Makes me feel chill/ Even puts my mind to use/With this liquor in my cup/I can soar past/I can crack a smile/Spill a joke and then laugh/Cause this liquor in my cup/ My taste of freedom/My evil hero Helps me fight till I defeat them/ So I’m sipping from this cup/Trying to get enough/When life’s rough/I’m just trying to get a rush/From this liquor in my cup/Mix and drink it up/ Fill it to the brim/Give the can a crush/ Take this liquor in my cWup/Try to change my setting/Find some other drinkers/ I’m socially connecting/When there’s nothing in my cup/Nothing in my room/ They say don’t sweat it man/Chill, yea we gotchu/Yea, we gotchu/
Common Logic (interlude) Written and Prouduced by W. Soto
I got an itch I can’t describe/Beneath my skin/ Creeping crawling/Forcing me to win/Assorting storms/All within a little box/In this noggin/ Lockless and locked in/My son’s sleeping/I got time to record/Too young for teaching/He just sleeps and he snores/I’m up here hitting chords/Keeping the scores/ For now and forevermore/Lured by the visions/Sort of like a source of enrichment/To war off conditions when/Conditions get vicious/ I know the repetition/Just get out of that position/ And get ready for collision//HOOK//Cause we’re ready for the fast track/We’re ready for the fast lane/We’re for the fast track, yeah/And we’re ready for the fast lane/We’re ready eady eady eady/I said we’re ready eady eady oh/I said we’re ready/ Ready for the fast lane//Full speed/One-man stampede/Eating through even concrete/My iron teeth/My steel teeth/My diamond tipped steel iron teeth/Forged in the finest heat/Pick my structure for taxes/I want my money doing motherfucking Backflips,keep that shit active/So, you can keep all of your hat tricks/And all those theatrics/And keep your coin passive/Meanwhile my vaults gonna be massive/Everlasting with clever interactions Keep the traction with action packed/Asset attraction/With gold and plat’ backings//HOOK//
floatin
written, produced, recorded by w. soto
//HOOK//Visions in my mind, Yeah/ Visions in my mind(x2)// (BootStrap GriMm)Race for the present/ Chasing the scent that’s in my presence/Fenced inside my essence/ Raising the questions while pacing/ Elaborating lessons/Collaborative stresses/ The maker’s of messes/But dressing all the edges/Passing sedgewick on the brown/While looking down/Just headed to town/No frowny faces, blatant/Without the aggravation/Of mistakes made instead/We pave congratulations/Our vocations are to station/Smoke and build relations/To educate our spacemen/Accelerate their rates, then/Find a place to place them/A place that they can stay in/That place that’s adjacent to creation/Whatever problems we faced them/We cut them up and baked them/We seasoned and we ate them/We even eat the plate man/Jamming in space like it was space jam/But we can’t ever let our visions go to waste man//HOOK//
Visions
//HOOK//(Tomorrow Begins Today) Yeah, Visions in my mind/I really think I’m ready to find something/Find something right to keep me on track/With this parallel lyrical life that I’m living/I’m spinning here with the crimson alchemist/I’m making my own twist on a story/ That no one else seems to miss/But this is my bliss/I’m on top of a cliff and I see the sunshine/Rise over the skies of what I’ve accomplished/ And this is no time to stop/I’m not slowing down man/I’m gonna shoot for the top, you know I/I May not look like a lot/ But I’ll show you something more than what this world has got/and I will make you feel like you been to heaven/on top of the world/ Seeing skies above the eyes of dreams and gods/ya feel it/the world is a canvas for inspiration/I might just spark up alleviation/What I see through my eyes/ Might elevate my heart to speak through my mind//HOOK(x3)//
ft. tomorrow begins today
written, produced, recorded by w.soto / c.hansen
//HOOK(x2)//You can either become the leader/Or the followers just watch them follow us/In god I trust/No god//(Mors Mortis Freestyle) //HOOK//(BootStrap GriMm) GriMm/Labeled stranger/Abled rearranger/Table under papers/With no staplers/Everyday I face first/ Call it my waste nurse/Just in case they got that hate thirst/I’m thinking world cruise deductions/I’m sucked in/ Pumping out productions/The function of the suction/Way more than just something/Making something out of nothing/ In the cut I bleed no need to speak I’ll show you how I lead//HOOK(X4)//
The followers written, produced, recorded by w. soto / m. caldwell
ft. Mors mortis
Finer me
written, produced, recorded by w. soto
I’m a finer me/If you knew me then/ All ambition/With no direction to lead me in/Wasted energy/ Odd composite chemistry/ Beckoning endlessly/Rewarding for their tendencies/Second guessing me/They never got the best of me/ Kept testing me/They kept pressing me/ And they was less than me/ Want to feel important/So they question and they pester me/Less indeed/
//HOOK//I don’t know where I am right now, but I/I know where I’m going, going/ Really needing a hand right now, but I/ I don’t know if it’s showing//I’m a finer me/ If you knew me now/Then you’d see no bounds/You’d see my crown/ No designer fees/Hoodies, timbs, solid tees/Living out a prophecy/ Where all I got is me/And all I had was beats/Music as a dream/Full steam for cream, man/That’s all I speak/And all I do is reach/Every second/ Every minute/Every hour of the motherfucking week//HOOK(x2)//
this album is dedicated to my children, who propel me forward. i appreciate the support of my family and friends, who provide hope. much love, you know who you are.
Special thanks to opticlock photography for visuals and design.
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