1 . Taking It There Written by Teknical Development.is 1O on the drop start another verse sailing/ Never sell the soul, sold out vinyls on release/ Waiting on the day the true cost in the conversation means something/ Powerful words of expression/ Business minds that try twist your ethics/ No act in the visual the scene wants to show you/ The real life version back to the illusion, the scream/ Rich faces entertained on the everyday struggle of the other/ Like violence, drugs and sex? Open up your front door/ Lets do this for real, your included/ How much more of the truths will you continue to live?/ Ignorant fucks raw natures of love you canʼt understand/ Never in your life point your fingers with pressure/ Wild chid cut your face, feet up on the dinner table/ Disrespect your mother, taking it pass normal/ Say something, waiting on the day someone says my name in this world of rap/ Home based tragedies ainʼt no one other in this Island hold it down like us we or I/ How we do it, fuck all your sentences with no meaning/ Low under the radar, radio shows with same styles, same old same/ Booth of fire, let emʼ all burn ainʼt no fear/ This is for all dem beat makers fucking up the scene/ Cut your face with the vinyl, simple formulas/ Even the spirits can hold it down to your rhythm/ Let alone them drum patterns, to easy no test on creation/ The visions enough, seen it all before/ Touched by the real you choose to glorify… Word to Shane/ Donʼt wish this life experience upon you, now show some respect/ Next it be you, pissed, people vexed touch by death/ Your missing, the real test by the ones who act loud/ So be prepared when your words and sounds of entertainment get tested/ Live and direct out that pitch black darkness/ Touched a nerve? then come and get me/ 10 years later in the future can you face expression on what you act now?/ The light owns whats done in the dark/ For them old school faces on some bullshit/ Your the strength to help the up n coming/ Bring them on tours, be the guide thats needed/ Show them a path better then yours/ LearnTeach K.R.S you know the acronym/ Some many deaf ears to the word but hug the ways of the other that donʼt give a fuck/ Whats Love?/

2 . Arc Written by Teknical Development.is The darkest moments in the glimmer of life/ Move along the poles to manifest the joys in light/ Rewind the jewels of the mind/ Retrace the steps just a moon walk/ Yo peace to Michael, canʼt control fear/ Hard to erase, simple method in change/ Focus on courage, change the mode/ Of the I perfect fit with the me/ The dual aspects speaks with two whispers/ Different volume listen close/ The all is the mind, the universe is mental/ The Omniverse is just a presentation of expression/ Creation.. the word and the sound, the force and the form/ Will the given piece spark inspiration for the other?/ Rest, the cause, of something new?/ Nobody knows light combines in these dark days/ Planet moves in disgrace/ The ones who use the law against laws choose to manipulate/ Personal gains, stuck in chains of human greed/ Are you what you own or does this belong to the mental?/ Travel the sentence and if the answer sings with a poisonous yes/ Then picture nothing In the days of real survival. Dawn strikes with these mixed feelings/ Cant wave goodbye to the darkness/ Hug the vibe of the light/ The pivot of decision in the just of the now/ Many cradle time just like a child/ These hands still tick in regards to how your feeling/ So fuck time, the face on the clock smile at 10/10 The angle to sharpe, donʼt wanna bleed cut by these hands/ Back to the mind, male, feminine sides/ The womb is the tomb start to create/ Your cut far from the cloth of your fathers seed/ Under 10 steps half of 14.. same nature different powers/ Under 10 steps half of 14.. same nature different powers/ Under 10 steps half of 14.. same nature different powers/ Under 10 steps half of 14.. same nature different powers/ Under 10 steps half of 14.. same nature different powers/

3 . Sinister Written by Teknical Development.is Fly times under the wings of nothing perfect/ The clouds blind the sight, do you trust your senses?/ Cold days of your frozen steps/ The storm of the sun burn your path to dust/ No more rush in the heart beat, whats life?/ Standing of Earth unseen poetry marks the page in red ink/ Whats the meaning? Fuck coincidence/ Flip the coin in the chance, no choice to walk broke/ Whats the words worth? Live shows?/ Promoter lives when the one give their life on the lines dies/ Closed doors, closed coffins, tears spill on black garments/ Let know priest speak at the end of this game of life/ The mind speaks as the physical writes/ No yes in the want to undress the situation of whats next/ Tek D is what the fuck I choose/ Flip the whore raw, midnight marauders/ Classic tales of the underachievers/ Morality hung by the choice of the back door/ Who will pick the locks of the window?/ Silent assassins but watch for the nemesis/ Learn Teach in the figment of a dream/ Bless progression sleep today rise tomorrow/ On the grid of life, who plays fair?/ Forever lost in the stares, quiet breaths of the questions/ No answers in the weight of the force/ Dying days left the weak side reign/ Strong with no belief understand the moment/ Drum the overcast, lean sideways in a mixture so toxic/ No chases exist in the smoke/ Conversations whilst the word spills/ The sound and the verse continue to play on/ Repeat in the moment if needed/

4 . Knocking Written by Teknical Development.is Hook Knock, knock, knocking on doors Out in the cold, the storm is coming/ I beg you open up and let me in and feel the warmth/ Iʼm getting tired in the want to progress/ Unstable, held by the arms of stress/ Verse One Droppinʼ jewels another cypher/ Another conversation in the zone with the faceless/ Write emotion record the poetry/ Grips of life snaps the bones of the ones left in the silence/ Canʼt be found in the circles of stress?/ Stupid questions parted ways breaks the centre lines/ To many tears on the faces closest, the self included/ Violence donʼt help, even worse when you know no limits to the self/ The type of rage that holds hands with a life sentence/ No respect whilst you slave to the tears of karma/ Word.. to the soul forgive the self and break this mental spell/ No the torment of the mind dead to a brighter day/ Move the pain away, the body relaxed/ Comfort in your next steps liberated by the change in mind/ Whats the forecast? turbulent winds or the calm walks in the night the summer brings?/ Canʼt deny the fix to give up on life/ When the wheels are weak canʼt roll down the hill the decline to slow/ Edge of the cliff suits this moment precise/ The fall and the rush suits the sound of the waves/ So intense the body canʼt float/ Look them in the eyes and ask them if they okay/ No regrets once you read whats left on the page/ Famous last notes… words and the sound profound/ Illusion of the sight of the voice/ See what I speak, sail with me from the place that don't rhyme/ So many lessons that are learnt, the class of the unseen/ Stepped into another physical 1983 brown vessel/ New experience, glitches of before before still resinates with internal visions/ Although sometimes the signals is weak/ The knowing is clear, I feel it yo, the knowing is clear/ Lets continue… Hook Knock, knock, knocking on doors Out in the cold, the storm is coming/ I beg you open up and let me in and feel the warmth/ Iʼm getting tired in the want to progress/ Unstable, held by the arms of stress/ Knock, knock, knocking on doors Out in the cold, the storm is coming/ We beg you open up and let us in and feel the warmth/ Were getting tired in the want to progress/ Unstable, held by the arms of stress/ Knock, knock, knocking on doors Out in the cold, the storm is coming/ I beg you open up and let me in and feel the warmth/ Iʼm getting tired in the want to progress/ Unstable, held by the arms of stress/ *End speech

5 . Tunnel Vision Written by Teknical Development.is Hook Tunnel vision, on coming traffic/ One lane, step aside or face collision/ Test you on a daily basis/ Wild nights, hectic days/ Raise the vibe to catch your thoughts/ Moving fast in your own own zone/ Tunnel vision, on coming traffic/ One lane, step aside or face collision/ Test you on a daily basis/ Wild nights, hectic days/ Raise the vibe to catch your thoughts/ Verse One Spliff left to rest tap the grey to spark anew face/ So many clicks of the lighter, so many words written along the pages/ Hours in the booth reciting verses, spitting freestyles live on stages/ Whats it all worth in the moment that its all gone? Love cries with laughter, is there a need to care?/ Is attachment one of the roots to no further life progression? Count the poison in the blessing/ If stress kills then I know the intruders very well/ No pointed fingers got the eyes to see? ears to hear?/ Then let no waste become of your senses/ No finger prints on the gates of heaven/ No burns from the pits of hell/ Safe travels on your lifeʼs mission/ Positions played no more building houses/ Collaborations at no cost/ My door is locked, open for a small few/ Protect your neck, donʼt be a steeping stone/ And for them labels and promoters fuck your view and what you think is fair/ Hook Tunnel vision, on coming traffic/ One lane, step aside or face collision/ Test you on a daily basis/ Wild nights, hectic days/ Raise the vibe to catch your thoughts/ Moving fast in your own own zone/ Tunnel vision, on coming traffic/ One lane, step aside or face collision/ Test you on a daily basis/ Wild nights, hectic days/ Raise the vibe to catch your thoughts/ Verse Two Sacred heart of a dying industry/ Show me the life in the art where theres no thought in the word and sounds/ Tears on the face of created measures/ Blank pages left to dream a dream, sleeping beauties waiting for the author/ Canʼt blame the digital age, the speed of life slows you down/ The future is now so they say, do you agree?/ Do you give a fuck as long as you win?/ Whats the benefit in the lost, border line experience/ Learn from it, teach how to avoid the mistakes/ So many situations in the gamble of your next roll/ Pennies so dreadful when you broke/ No power in them numbers/ Save for life whats left still you canʼt provide/ Do you speak in disgust when brothers with arms stick you for your comfort/ Respect to my cousin long time no see nuff love/ Word to your physical/ Yoʼ do what you must, if so then let it be/ Fuck karma, hear the word forgive the self easier said then done/ Spark an owl grip the jewel and move on/ Hook Tunnel vision, on coming traffic/ One lane, step aside or face collision/ Test you on a daily basis/ Wild nights, hectic days/ Raise the vibe to catch your thoughts/ Moving fast in your own own zone/ Tunnel vision, on coming traffic/ One lane, step aside or face collision/ Test you on a daily basis/ Wild nights, hectic days/ Raise the vibe to catch your thoughts/

6 . Say No More Written by Teknical Development.is Verse One Winter wars step into a new year, same face, same mentality/ Nothing new under the sun/ Is it hard to face change?/ Why do you fear the self?/ Why do you hang by internal ropes?/ Who you fooling in a world where most people do the same?/ Same answers to generic questions with no true intentions/ Abuse time with pointless words/ Raise a glass to the ones who sit mute/ The minds talk loud but why speak on deaf ears/ Eyes watch out for the ones who act so sincere/ Regardless of the dramas can you see the demons?/ I donʼt mind.. just keep your hate to yourself/ Secret wars, respect to The Last Emperor/ I wish these words on my page was just a fantasy of war/ A glitch in the system/ Thinking process wars on the self, wars on the other, wars in the world/ Yo whats next?/ Hook Yo, yo yo yo yo Smiles on your face/ Yoʼ the world is fucked/ Do I know you?/ Do I know myself?/ Can I trust these words?/ Do I need to live like this?/ Lifeʼs a bitch, fuck it, say no more/ Everybody else lives/ Whats the art worth?/ Free the slave on the page/ Smiles on your face/ Yoʼ the world is fucked/ Do I know you?/ Do I know myself?/ Can I trust these words?/ Do I need to live like this?/ Lifeʼs a bitch, fuck it, say no more/ Verse Two Angles falling out of sky/ Clipped wings, the scene is deep/ Some cry, some laugh at the pain waiting to see the impact on the ground/ Who will film the moments? smart phones in hand/ Stupid minds trapped in the moment/ Some day soon the catalyst to change your life will crush through the door/ Fuck your life your unprotected/ Respect to Raheem, his name crossed my mind, donʼt know why/ Special in the moment/ What will be the chance to see the day of the get back?/ Two days until painful memories, word to Sheana/ A mother she lost a son, I lost a dear friend/ Brother from another donʼt turn in your grave/ I know you know I was so close to revenge/ Lonely measures do it on my lonely/ Sean donʼt even know after the same story, the after party, 12 angry men/ Fuck the Judge, Fuck the Jury, word is my bond/ Hook Yo, yo yo yo yo Smiles on your face/ Yoʼ the world is fucked/ Do I know you?/ Do I know myself?/ Can I trust these words?/ Do I need to live like this?/ Lifeʼs a bitch, fuck it, say no more/ Everybody else lives/ Whats the art worth?/ Free the slave on the page/ Smiles on your face/ Yoʼ the world is fucked/ Do I know you?/ Do I know myself?/ Can I trust these words?/ Do I need to live like this?/ Lifeʼs a bitch, fuck it, say no more/

7 . Fight Your Power Written by Teknical Development.is Verse One Contemplated stuck in the moment/ Long ways could be a short distance for some/ You rights scales the mountains of my wrongs/ Open eyes after the lids rises mystic dawns that cradle a new day/ Does it matter? depends on after the first experience/ Colours in the sky to calm your rage/ A glitch in the system are welcome with these open arms/ Quite times of external peace inside matters more then anything/ But today these lines praise the outside/ The moments where a whisper will wake the neighbours/ Meditated steeps humble pleasures of the self/ Still rising open wings the destination of the folded/ Create before the auto pilot takes action/ The rust after the peace sets in/ The consciousness hung by the act of self… fight your power/ Fight your power/ Very Two Strange words loud as fuck/ Break down the walls of twisted arts/ Wake the dead since you walk around deaf/ Canʼt relate to what you play/ Far from being stuck in old ways/ Far from the 90ʼs but stood so close to music of disturbance/ Words and sounds with no substance/ No life in the effort of creation/ The craft, so many young minds easily influenced/ Smiles infiltrated by the corse of the ugly wills/ Record label donʼt help, even the independents caught by the poisonous grip/ You made your bed now sleep in it, reap what you sow/ The end result how does it feel? last meals before you meet your maker/ Spitting image catch my point/ Before so many upside down smiles whats the force of hate?/ Courtesyʼs of your own wills/ Whilst you wait, soon the other side gets in touch/ Where do you roam?/ Your thoughts kill/

8 . Pitch Black TekNina Written by Teknical Development.is Verse One Weird science, spirits teach, seems normal to me talk on communication/ So why not step further?/ Not to break the wills of testaments of self, turn invisible pages/ What you class as disturbing is just a lack of understanding/ Close your eyes see pitch black/ Now think where the fuck the magic comes from/ The devil in the self or the natural devices to create?/ So many ways, so many tactics, so many different ways to knowing/ How to expand, push the button/ Relate to all, spoken word… powerful vibration/ Tap the rhythm. she dances in my minds eye/ Black as the moment before my light/ Pain in every Earth step she stamps the ground/ Even from the other side its still tears cry/ Soul not free canʼt take this know more/ Still terror on Earth as a nation still dies/ Ainʼt hard to tell…/ Earth good damn yoʼ word to Nina/ Earth good damn yoʼ word to Nina/ **Shouting hook** Verse Two Back to life I face the unknown canʼt name the front/ Live from the other side, throwing up the archetype like its gang signs/ Stupid wonderers from their small day dreams/ The edge holds the hands with how far you can fall/ Is a phase, not the perfect image in the promotion of the black and white/ No games, man is not so kind/ Somewhere from beyond what you see resides the more wicked/ Keep playing with the board, bored of reality for the wrong reasons/ One of so many examples, keep asking questions…. no answers/ Frustrated lack of communication, the noise is so so cold/ Vexed now you implement disrespect, mock the silence, disturb the workings/ Use the others and in time you reap what you sow/ Beyond luck rest the real truth of what is/ Is the Cat the pet or does the so called owner live in deluded worlds?/ Who does the bidding?/ They crack jokes like they fools here to be used/ Who does the bidding?/ They crack jokes like they fool here to be used/