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Winter Time
01:51
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It's Winter time in tha sky, you can feel it in tha vibe/
Open season to smile, even when it's cold outside/
You cant TELL me you don't like curlin up by tha fire/
With tha dime who wanna be with tha guy in her sight/
Shit if you got snow, enjoy, cuz it ain't in my jurisdiction/
No fiction/
Im from Alabama where tha Summer is hittin/
Enjoy it while ya can, it's time to be a kid again/
You gotcher own opin-i-on, the reason why you feelin him/
Sit back, relax, ambush ya fuckin friend/
Get tha powder ready for what's gon be happ-en-in/
Walkin down tha street I got pegged an tried to fall/
My homeboy laughed "fucka I KNEW you like balls!"
So we had a snow battle, guess we ALL won tha war/
Now even more we wish we could do tha shit some more/
Clownin on another boy, Laughin till we hit tha floor/
Until my girl an her sister came out their front door/
Talkin bout"cha'll NEED to chill OUT an go home"/
"What's wrong?"/
"You wrong. Go home"/
"If you an your sister wanna act like chicken heads/
I'll kill two birds with one stone"/
You heard where I'm from/
Who heard where you're from?/
Two nerds who ain't fun/
Got words & snake tongues/
Got birds to take one/
No nerves just fake ones/
Absurd & fake chums/
you herbs just play dumb/
Our work was slayed from/
their words & lame puns/
Obscured from fake guns/
reword from page one/
rework & make fun/
till curse's un-done/
two thirds will make crumbs/
one third gets cake from/
the person's bank on/
I could jus slay 'em/
But mercy makes fun/
And I made 38 sons, um/
I write the realest shit with or without a pencil/
So pay attention, this ain't just a fuckin intro/-
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2. |
Solstice Symphony
03:45
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Verse 1
I'm a giant, yeah tha new Goliath/
I'm a fool with tha writin', keep you losers cryin'/
If ya think I'm gassed up, add fuel to tha fire/
Leave ya crew like Pryor, I'm immune to tha fightin'/
I told my girl that I love her/
then I went and fucked her friend/
Its hard to learn from mistakes, but I won't do that shit again/
Never thought Id be that guy, So I put down all tha mirrors/
ironically, the only way to see more than me, roar!/
If ya feel me/
Make Beethoven hear me, make faith lovers believe me/
Make a psychopath feel me, make Aunt Bee see me/
With no bi-focus-in on my goals in business/
the menace with no gimmick makin' cynics wanna live it/
I'mma kill it/
Then pen it/
The ultimate way to get/
profit out tha maze of kids/
maybe then/
I'll play tha game/
Never lame/
Came in side to change the game/
Of life, I ain't talkin' bout tha music biz/
Stupid kids never knew that nobody really visits this/
Maybe mimic this for poker chips/
Hopin' this provides a home for homeless kids hopin' that/
They rollin' rich with benefits/
pitch a fit, I'll handle it/
dismantle it/
Scramble for all the wood that you built your fucking mantle with, cuz/-
Hook
Verse 2
I spit spastic and breath tragic/
I'm tha polio rapper/
Sit tha fuck down when I'm rappin'/
I could give a fuck about a hustler turned rapper/
I'm a hustler slash rapper, I do it for rappers/
You take action but don't ever do it from tha heart/
When I move the crowd, bet I do it for the ART/
Never false start, I'm a worm with five hearts/
So I dig in, Made You LOOK at this Braveheart with 8 scars/
If they smart, see me & what I unleash on these beats/
Cuz when I come to tha Bar-B, I bring meat, know what I mean?/
So keep beef, you step to me with lunch meat/
I'm hungry/
An radio ain't doin' shit for me/
Rakim should be SICK & KRS should be nauseous/
It's raucous, so keep me, & peep what I see/
reap tha prosperity & flea when they speak/
devotees get weak, mutilated when I'm rhymin/
Keep feindin', leave Junkies like a bruised Hymen/
I've loved this shit for years, never turnin' my back/
Post-attack, I think you'll thank me, maybe we can share a track/
Just so you KNOW, I'm devoted & this poet never slowin'/
I'm in motion, (p) an I'm goin' till it's over!/
Hook
Victory lap time/
No lap time for past dimes/
I'mma lay tracks/
pay checks then I'm fine/
Rolley in the air/
Poets flowin' through tha stands/
Hopin' focus is tha brand/
Now you KNOW who is tha man/
Fam!
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3. |
Still Doubts
03:03
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Verse 1
I can't look out the windows 'cause my brain an heart are fighting/
I can't tell the difference if it's light, or if it's lightning/
So if I'm ever asked/
I probably talk rude/
like I ain't never read a book, like I ain't never been to school/
I'll probably get too technical, or make a giant spectacle/
I act like I can see the end - I've never needed spectacles/
A reckless fool, the necklace cool, but I'll push you away/
For the safety of my testicles/
I hope you ain't want to test this fool/
I'm sitting in this vestibule/
With patients like a tested bull/
Believe me when I preach, but if you bless me with a teachers stool/
Can't catch the lesson like my hands are intangible/
I'm stuffed from this stuff, I want to eat a different plate of bull/
My head is full of some can't remember what she said/
Never getting Keep Ya Head Ups, just some better off deads/
I've lived in this garden twenty years, I know I'm just a petal/
But this jungles concrete with no cracks to make it better/-
Verse 2
Never been much a believer, I just take my shots slow/
And as the knight rides on, I find my pride was left at home/
My rusty armor weighs heavy on my shoulders/
And this heart on my arm makes it difficult to hold up/
So, as for the window, now I realize why/
Even if it's 9 at night, I find my sight up in the sky/
Aside from this distraction? It's the only one I've got/
Caught up in the fight again-/
I see a reason for the pain, I know why it's all around/
Try to learn from the experience, leave a Dolla when It's found/
It isn't that I won't - more so, because I can't/
I don't think nobody knows him, they just see him at a glance/
No positive reinforcement, no props, and no pounds/
Just doubts about the house, rolling 'round up-in my couch/
'Round town there's plenty temples - maybe THAT'S the fucking problem/
This religion's made by man, and his view is kind of awkward/-
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4. |
Laugh
03:34
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Hook
Used to be my homey, guess all I could do is laugh/
I told you its over, all you could do is laugh/
I light up another, just watching the time pass/
Yeah, we been through it all, guess all we could do is laugh/ X2
Verse 1
Sometimes I get low when I'm holding this pen/
It's been a couple of years, we should be riding again/
Like the way we used to do: just put in a tape/
And cruise the map, shit, just to see your face/
It hasn't been nothing like it - not NEVER since then/
Matter fact, I think that's why I got my lean on again/
When my momma & I was arguing, having our fights/
You gave me a place to stay, if only for the night/
And you had the same problem, I tried to shed some light/
And gave you a place to smoke without a one time in sight/
I kind of miss not seeing that goofy grin/
So I learn to live without, instead of going to the penn/
It was great to learn to walk with such a good friend/
Another homie came along, but its not the same, man/
Well, I wouldn't call it living, just a clever disguise/
So no one'll roll up on me with that black 45/-
Hook
Verse 2
Man, the nights get longer as the tops get popped/
More anger in my system: hope the cops get popped/
Matter fact, I figure fuck it - hope my top gets popped/
But every time I sober up my logic tells me to stop/
Says "you can find a pretty girl, you can fill that spot"/
Yeah I tried last night, but the shell didn't pop/
They say a bullet never lies, should I believe that?/
After the boys in blue hit Sean Bell with that?/
Man, I don't know what to think, but I could talk to you/
An tell you how I feel - that's all I could offer you/
Thinking back on it, maybe THAT'S why you really left/
I should have been more polite, should've thought about your chest/
I guess what I got is a gift AND a curse/
'Cause I wonder if you'd visit me if I was laying in a Hurst/
But that couldn't be the reason, you was just a better dude/
That's why. TWO of my exes wound up talking to you/-
Hook
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5. |
Pieces of a Man
03:48
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Verse
I love you, but why don't you love me?/
When Winter come around, it's like you can't stand the sight of me/
Was it when I was writing briefly & forgot we?/
Damn, damn how am I supposed to provide for she?/
And me both, at the same time?/
I slipped-up just one time, now you're bringing more than a K-9/
If to-day's fine, why am I sweating more of the same rhymes?/
Fuck burning, I'm SEARING all these grey lines/
Now we looking at each other like it's 3:10 To Yuma/
Like we should've looked at them rulers like we weren't so much cooler/
Like we don't know each other/
Like this should've happened sooner/
Like we should've gone to class, now I gotta do the math/
Now I'm sitting back thinking "how can I get you back?"/
"Back when we used to make love, back when we used to laugh?"/
She told me I'm always thinking/
Now the smoke siren's sounding/
I'm a man on fire & I burned down the surroundings/
Now our home is gone, I left nothing but the window pane/
Wish I could've got the roof so our dark clouds could wash away/
Now what am I supposed to celebrate on a holiday?/
I guess the only Guarantee IS a walk away/
Far away from where I started/
For a second there I thought that I gone so much FARTHER/
Than the average man/
I feel I've worked so much harder/
Only to turn around & SEE I just started/
Mom, I can't keep doing this forever, I'm sorry/
I ain't turning any backs on YOU, I'm starving/
An all these women in this life of mine: my soul's scarring/
I been stabbed in the back so much I'm bleeding from the heart/
I'm saying damn, damn; I'll say it another time/
Damn, damn Writer's Block hit's me another time/
Damn, damn I can't SQUEEZE out another line/
I can't stand a life where I juggle all these PART-times/
I heard some news of you, I heard it through the grapevine/
That you already moved on & now every day's fine/
Well I'mma find someone new & you can BET that they fine/
An she gon' love EVERYTHING about me in the meantime/
Hopefully sometime, you'll look up & see me flying/
I showed you my weakness, I guess you took that as a green light/
I talked to my man, he said "fam, you need to keep grinding"/
I said, "how many I got left when she left another piece flying?"/
And now if she's crying I'll let her lay in her bed sheets/
'Cause she wouldn't do Paul McCartney, so I'll just Let her Be/
If I recall right, it was you that hung the phone up on me/
You had me pacing so much, I couldn't even feel my feet/
I think it's about time to recline my seat/
'Cause now you have the nerve to be screaming for me?/
You left blood on my sleeve where my heart used to be/
Am I always doomed to be the nice guy? In time, we'll see/
They say if you really love 'em, you should set 'em free/
Well you can treat me like a dog, I ain't never made you wear a leash/
Now the only girl I got left sings to me in these beats/
I love you/-
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6. |
Dear Winter
04:12
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Verse 1
Dear Winter/
Remember how we met?/
I was four at the time, man, we grew up together/
I saw you at a distance, but the weather was cold/
I PLEADED with my moms to get me out in the snow/
Ya stuck close to me, I didn't even know your name/
But we just played the game, got me checking out your frame/
You were new on the block, fresh face, new place/
You couldn't HELP but draw my face when I seen you any day/
It's ironic: I had to bundle up to get close to you/
But once I suited up, we were inseparable/
You gripped me tight when we slid down the hill in my sled/
An when I'd lay down, you'd be my angel in my bed/-
Hook
Dear Winter/
Can I say what you NEED to hear?/
The way you're treating me just doesn't seem fair/
I've always been in love with your beautiful hair/
Maybe we can talk this out, get the situation clear/
Dear Winter/-
Verse 2
Now I'm a winner/
I'm happy, you can check it for a mile/
Right until you left my town, & now my smile has turned to frown/
Some said to me forget her, this was just infatuation/
But I'm pacing, patient waiting for the day you come to rape him/
I had the best time & I'll never forget/
Even tho if I fall, you won't be my safety net/
Kinda loved the way you're hard when they on the boulevard/
You might've left me with some scars, but I'll let you in my car/
Ey, my mom seems to like you, always smiling at the window/
Sometimes when you show up, she lets us skip school together/
What you did was pretty clever, till you skipped out of the city/
And I'm really gonna miss you, never seen a girl so pretty/-
Hook
Verse 3
Dear Winter/
I loved you, but we had to get some distance/
But even still, I think about you on every single Christmas/
What religion are you? I saw you celebrating Hanukkah/
I even saw you with man that was probably on some Ramadan/
It doesn't really matter, tho/
I love you like I'm packing roll/
But you hung with that pack of bro's/
Now you're just like the baddest ho/
I saw it for some time, didn't jump to conclusions tho/
Until you made me trip, now it's bout that time, you have to GOOO!/
Girl, you better hit that road/
Jack Frost did, now he's gone, girl, just leave me here alone/
I wanted you to slow down 'cause ya breath was turning kinda cold/
I HAD to turn my back, don't take crap - I'm not that kinda bro/-
Hook
Verse 4
Ms. Winter/
I loved when I was there, that you would soon arrive/
91 days I could rely, I see your face where I may drive/
My homeboy's checking for your signs/
And now I'm reckless with my ride/
I should've listened to my moms, she said you could get harsh at times/
Well I say fuck you no more times and now Ms. Summer's looking fine/
Ey you really blew through me, through my clothes & through my love/
No, I cant see you the same, though I've never seen you bluff/
I guess there was some good times though; I CAN'T forget our love/
Man, you had my nose running, guess you could say I'm on that dust/
You used to get me high, but I detoxed from you, hun/
Girl, you'll always be my first, I think about you though we're done/
But it was fun, and I'm still young, I'll hold my tongue, but I'll say/-
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M.p.H Birmingham, Alabama
Restless and passionate but with an unflinching realism at his core, M.p.H is as honest an artist as one can find today in music. A founding member of the DIY independent Hip Hop collective White Label, the artist born Matthew Patrick Holman took solace in songwriting early on as a child. His goal is to reflect the classic recordings that permeated throughout the golden era of Hip Hop's past. ... more
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