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#Kanmeo - Studio Album (2015)

by Kanbeei Karlson

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My name is Kanbeei Karlson Spawn of the 80's baby Raised on peaches Women thicker Than southern gravy Blood makes you related Loyalty makes family My team all G's Like U of Grambling I Transformed outta nowhere Like I'm Optimus prime Gotta scantron circle We Hardly ever leave the line Visions 5 years ahead of me That's 20/20 sight I Ignite The flame to the paper And It burns cherry bright Assassinate the hate With no hesitation Ill fail at originality Than succeed in imitation And that's real shit Life lessons Over dinner Mom said Winners focus on winning Losers focus on winners And those words flow through My veins I'm not afraid to be different I'm just afraid to be the same I'm cut from a different cloth they don't make my fabric anymore So My opportunity is knocking And I'm walking through the door..
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Over Rent 02:52
Over Rent I give em relentless flow Apocalyptic blow Have your chick put her hands up Like cops at my show Massacre the masses Mascara fat asses Smash teachers for the brain Quickest way to Pass classes Get em Kan Lyrically Murder the whole fam The Whip black panther Leather klux klan Never flipped a gram But my boys don't stop They on top of the rock Like weights and heavy squats Diminishing competition Always been my mission Cosby rappers Put me to sleep But I'm still coherent On you Bitches Got kid yawnin Cause the party don't stop till 6 in the morning With Hella bops Hella thots Float around the x Like landing spots For Hella-cops Chop em up Till the propeller stop Pass em out To everyone Call them pills Democratic thoughts My Mobb deep havoc on prodigies Al Capone Cali Dreams pockets w/ cheese- In my cal-zone full Energy Homie never on e And My homeless mentality Keeps the hunger inside me I throw pristine 16's Montana With the flow Drop a 8 like Kob After A rape Now I'm 2- four-ward With wordplay and a shot one day I hit the radio Like Fuck paying a DJ She say He say The kid Kan Got that work Ride the wave Till they cum Ass on d that twerk Misfit when I'm Spittin On stage clits drippin Salivating over my time Like Waiting on hot meals in the kitchen Hashtag haters Always try to give me pounds Trending in your city When I tweet birds through your town My mental Killer clown Bars John Gacey Hiphop got a whip I put 12 years in this slavery Dismantle Your candle My flame burn Properly Bullet proof faith Only God can stop me So I Toast to that Burnt bread For rap Recap My Parking lot rhymes Stack on Many levels That's theatrics A play on words My Double entendres Convenient Like convenient stores These white boy hurdles Homie Im so over it Leased my spot in the game Now I'm paying over rent
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Peter Pan 03:46
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Get There 03:30
Lately my life seems like a struggle I Juggle Between jobs dreams And money troubles They see minimum wage But don't see the degree And My resume stellar Out of this Galaxy Orthopedic background A decade of Blood and stress I Gave up success I chased the money not happiness Now I grind for pennies and pray for a break But It's hard to swallow your pride With double helpings on your plate So I focus on the passion And paying rent Visions of my future gonna be super man No Clark Kent. Can't wait to scrooge McDuck In the wealth Can't wait till I don't have to introduce myself Cause they already know Already been to a show Already Jealous of my other hos Already scanned my IG Already ran theTwitter feed Because my dreams turned to reality It don't matter how you get there Just get there No such thing as a has been Its never too late to be what you might have been Its never too late to repent for all the sins Hall of fame flow Jerseys in the rafters Thats the ticket to respect and methods to kill the laughter That seems dooable exposures what Im after Ive been running these tracks Matter of fact Ive already lapped ya Say I haven't Say the kid ain't ridiculous Smoother than snatch your bitch smash and never kiss They say Kan Boy hes so ruthless I just work till my idols become my rivals and thats the truth bitch So I focus on the passion And paying rent Visions of my future gonna be super man No Clark Kent. Can't wait to scrooge McDuck In the wealth Can't wait till I don't have to introduce myself Cause they already know Already been to a show Already Jealous of my other hos Already scanned my IG Already ran theTwitter feed Because my dreams turned to reality It don't matter how you get there Just get there No such thing as a has been Its never too late to be what you might have been Its never too late to repent for all the sins
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Verse 1: I broke up with normal/ Started fucking different/ Im behind my bars/ like bitches/ On conjugal visits/ You rookie haters/ I adapt like a vet/ Ima king/ you just a motha fucka/ Delante West/ Mentally/ Im past capacity/ You load slow/ And the brothers say Im super/ Cause I spit fuego/ And haters range in shades/ Rocky to Apollo creed/ And confidence mistaken for cockiness/ Is reality/ Most believe they appalling me/ But actually/ You motha fuckas/ are applauding me/ My style got a swag/ Damn it's so serious/ And even Eddie Murphy/ Said my presence is delerious/ Pre-Chorus: Im from the city/ Where we buck-heads (Buckhead) and puff dro/ Our money unfold and stretch like centerfolds/ You haters blow old game/ Nintendo I come together like pussy, bars and Patino Pre-Chorus II: You pitch heat/ But I slow roast ya/ Im up to bat man/ All for you jokers/ You say quit/ Sit down and/ Just kneel/ But Im standing in the A/ Screamin real recognize real/ Chorus: Im not perfect But bitch Im never fake (I tell em) (3x) Bitch Im never fake (2x) Verse II: My words dangle like participles/ Sparkin like starter pistols/ You artificial/ Dead beats with heart issues/ If circles normal/ Im twisted/ Infinity/ My calligraphy brings energy/ With every pen I squeeze/ I speak poetic flame/ Details and descriptions/ So Im doctorin you MC's/ And writin out prescriptions/ And you real/ Like truthful politicians/ Its impossible to listen/ Like Im Tom on a mission/ Come on homie/ 7 O's in the bank/ You selling 7 O's/ And say you still livin in the crank/ You got my head scratchin/ Call it bad lice/ I don't buy the bullshit/ Bad merchandise/ Pre-Chorus: Im from the city/ Where we buck-heads (Buckhead) and puff dro/ Our money unfold and stretch like centerfolds/ You haters blow old game/ Nintendo I come together like pussy, bars and Patino Pre-Chorus II: You pitch heat/ But I slow roast ya/ Im up to bat man/ All for you jokers/ You say quit/ Sit down/ Just kneel/ But Im standing in the A/ Screamin real recognize real/ Chorus: Im not perfect But bitch Im never fake (I tell em) (3x) Bitch Im never fake (2x) Verse III: Pops says grind hard And stack like legos/ And when the masses get exposed/ Then the fan base will grow/ So faith got my back/ Belief said I'll make it/ And doubt Lebrons hairline/ Bitch/ It keeps fading/ Jealous artist talk shit/ In they only club fit/ Ones in their pocket/ Cube Z's in their bracelet/ Im not perfect/ And fakes not my MO/ But I fight for my respect in the hood/ Like Kimbo/ Raise the barrel/ Parrel/ To my eyes/ Pull the trigger of criticism/ And let them lies fly/ Raise your glasses haters/ Lets have a toast/ For the ones who knew my least/ Judged me the most/
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Chorus: (Anthony Arasi) Wake up/ Put on your corporate make up/ There's no way to make this break up/ So where it strong/ Cause it on/ When it's on (x2) Verse I: (Kanbeei Karlson) Sittin back/ Different liquor in my glasses/ Visions of the future as the mental camera flashes/ My synapses/ sparked by blunt ashes/ Molded from the clay/ like Mohammed from Cashius/ I keep thinking that this could be the year/ Where my names in the lights and the fans start to cheer/ And I wanna have everything/ Bentley/ Phantoms/ Purple range/ Corporate worlds can't be changed/ Face the pain and break the chains/ I got dreams/ and days I'll be rich/ And momma shuts down the shop and poppa quits on his shift/ My momma cries and she falls to her knees/ Cause the sail of her family is safe in my breeze/ My little sis smiles strong cause we made it/ Back porch getting faded/ Celebratin and they hatin/ Im feel in good and the family so right/ And we feeling like we made it tonight. Chorus: (Anthony Arasi) Wake up/ Put on your corporate make up/ There's no way to make this break up/ So where it strong/ Cause it on/ When it's on (x2) Verse II: (Kanbeei Karlson) My love spins from within/ Cut me open, I bleed the same ink in this pen/ My words dollar signs/ That reflect my constant grind/ Soaking in success/ I dry with a dedicated shine/ And I'm/ Just trying to take it all in/ Battle between real and fake friends/ And who is my real kins/ To feeling I can't win/ But fuck it/ I am, who I am/ All I need is my city and my fam/ Radio plays to studio blaze/ Magazine articles to hos crawlin on stage/ And pops says "Stay true to your name"/ But it's hard when you glued to the fame/ And strangers call you by your first name/ Dreams are visions, till you put that bitch in action/ So I'm pulping out this fiction, like Im Samuel L. Jackson/ And Im laughing, at everyone who said I couldn't make it/ And Im sitting back with the people and we celebratin. Chorus: (Anthony Arasi) Wake up/ Put on your corporate make up/ There's no way to make this break up/ So where it strong/ Cause it on/ When it's on (x2) Verse III: (Kanbeei Karlson) Tears and sweat/ Erase the fears of regret/ Yet most fish for success but scared to catch a reject/ By what they love and I know what it feels like/ Many nights strangled by silence and darkness peels right/ Through my white skin/ Penetrates my soul But the will power to be the best, grows out of control/ So/ Do what you love/ And love what you do/ Cause Money follows your heart, if you let it be true/ I'm just keeping it real/ Ask the ones that die with regrets, a pain I won't feel/ So follow your dreams/ Even if they say be a machine/ Robotic minds burn on copy cat steam/ Im puffin green/ Cause nothing matters anymore/ Im hanging off the top floor and I'm ready to soar/ And if you ready to soar, then take a leap with me/ I'm headed straight for a society that doesn't agree/ Chorus: (Anthony Arasi) Wake up/ Put on your corporate make up/ There's no way to make this break up/ So where it strong/ Cause it on/ When it's on (x2)
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Tatt'd Up 02:21
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1st Verse: In and out of first class/ Keeps the 9am to 5pm/ Under all the business man/ A rapper fuels the fire/ $350 a shoe/ Hugo and fitted suits/ And every city I touch/ Im sittin in rented coupes/ Females are no problem/ Seem to be the answer/ Pockets got Kemo/ Bitches straight cancer/ Smash a bunch of chicks/ And you the shit/ But on the flip/ I keep the dick between me and my ride or die bitch/ Im in the city of angles/ Where the pretty get mangled/ Wrong crowds get tangled/ And a wrong move/ Get you vanilla Iced with a balcony view/ Wondering how the fuck did it get to this view/ Mr. "I don't give a fuck"/ Step to the stage/ Explosive with the pen/ Like I got a hand grenade/ Slippery society/ Tripping in its own way/ Grades go south/ But they know North and Kimye? Who gives a fuck about a Kardashian/ Pussy like a glass bank/ Everyone smashin in/ Damn/ Prolly hurt a bunch of feelings/ But the role models don't take the D for the millions/ Black on black/ In an all black venue/ Cuttin through the crowd/ Like a motha fuckin Ginsu/ Crowd laughin/ Like what he finna do? Im a shark in the water and these fins make moves/ You guppies lucky/ That Im full from bigger rappers/ Spittin on stage and lyrics silence the laughter/ And after/ Haters stay mad/ But they push the pride aside and ask to collab/ Chrous: And what the fuck will that accomplish? You a goon in the game and Im trying to work with monsters/ So what the fuck will that accomplish? You a goon in the game and Im trying to work with monsters/ Quiet please/ I raid centipede MC's/ Leave em 100 feet behind me/ And you can wait for em/ And you can pray for em/ But these angels only sing for me/ (x2) Verse II: Came in this motha fucka hard/ Like a condom/ Im a time bomb/ Blowin like a motha fuckin can-on (cannon) Flabbergasted/ From the green house gases/ Access to back stage/ Is tits and fat asses/ Cremate the masses/ Sit and shit ashes/ I spit from the heart/ Most of you rappers lack passion/ D.U.I. flow/ All I blow is illegal/ And the clothes have pussy squeeze me like a kegel/ Skelton flow and it don't mean shit/ Still locked out of hip-hop with a bone to pick/ New to the scenery but planted like a vet/ You lames get Gremlin dick/ It don't get wet/ Four play/ Touchdown/ She make the bands dance/ Orchestrate the killin of you rappers like Hernandez/ Leave the club to high to drive the drop/ One eye on the game/ Like I am Stuart Scott/ Chorus: And what the fuck will that accomplish? You a goon in the game and Im trying to work with monsters/ So what the fuck will that accomplish? You a goon in the game and Im trying to work with monsters/ Quiet please/ I raid centipede MC's/ Leave em 100 feet behind me/ And you can wait for em/ And you can pray for em/ But these angels only sing for me/ (x2)
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released March 31, 2015

Kanbeei Karlson
Mr. Franchise Beats (Producer)
Anthony Arasi (Sound Engineer, Mixing, Mastering, Editing)
Arin Logan (Female Vocalist)
Mindy Kim (Female Vocalist)
Hutch Sanders (Producer)
DjBA5E (Producer)
Jmyth (Producer)
Jacob Sumners (Lyricist)
Ameal Cameron (Producer, Male Vocals, Guitarist)
CuddyOnTheBeat (Producer)
Tommy LaVerdi (Male Vocalist)
Dowat Munroe (Photographer)
Marte Munroe (Photographer)

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Kanbeei Karlson Los Angeles, California

Kanbeei Karlson (Can-Bee Carl-Son) stands at an unmissable 6 feet 10 inches tall. Kanbeei is a hybrid of true lyrical power crossed with intense visual word-play. His unique style and dedication to a poetic delivery has captivated a growing social media audience. He resides in Los Angeles, Ca where he continues to record & work on “#Kanmeo”- releasing on 3.31.2015 ... more

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