1. |
Mothers Lessons
01:12
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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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2. |
Over Rent
02:52
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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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3. |
Peter Pan
03:46
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4. |
Get There
03:30
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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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5. |
Counterfeit Hearts
03:45
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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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6. |
925 feat. Anthony Arasi
04:34
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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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7. |
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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10. |
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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