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Original Vinyl & CD Release Date: July 28 2009
Label Project Mooncircle


TO:AM is a dedication to the time
FREE:AM is an experiment in the freedoms of the infant hours
Two separate organism from the same body of concept naturally evolved from late night studio sessions all past the hour of midnight.
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All Tracks Produced By Hey!Zeus.I
All Tracks Written By Teknical Development .IS & Hey!Zeus.I
All Tracks Recorded & Mixed At RDL Studios by Hey!Zeus.I


Featured Artist* (Lyrics by)
*Bruthaman, Floating Points (Keys), *Ray Vendetta, *Bad FX, *Ty Lowe

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released November 18, 2015

All Tracks Produced By Hey!zeus.I
All Lyrics Written By Teknical Development .IS & Hey!Zeus.I
Except Featuring*

Track 5. Twighlight featuring* Hennessy
Track 8. Chanelist featuring* Floating Points on Keys
Track 9. Chanelist Snapshot featuring* Ray Vendetta
Track13.The Evolution Of Dreams featuring* Bad FX
Track 16. Ty Lowe Interlude featuring* Ty Lowe
Track 24. Wot U Chattin Bout featuring* Ray Vendetta

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Obba Supa London, UK

Hey!Zeus.I
& Teknical Development .IS
are Obba Supa
Musical duo from London, UK.
First album was released in 2009. Currently still actively releasing records.

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Track Name: Escapade Escaping
Escapade Escaping
Written by Teknical Development.IS

Verse:

Escape the escapades of life like its suicide/
Souls is missing whilst your mind controls your body to walk/
I guide the words along the sun/
Like the sense of a dog guide the blind/
Inner power, provide the type of verbal light I move within/
Shine bright, same as the sun/
The moon and the stars/
Super Nova when my body drops/
Cosmic patterns changes/
Now I exist within the difference/
Time means nothing in the realm that I move within/
Teach my children right from wrong?/
We never scared to talk about the left side of life/
The place that makes Teknical Development The IS/
Abstract from the other side/
Watch your soul, when you step forth/
Crossing over, making changes in my verbal closet/
Cant walk the path of this skill/
The styles of this microphone control/
Alienate self, recluse residing on another Planet/
Spitting my rhymes on Earth/
In the form of a standing Human Being/
Skin marvel with that melanin/
Something to die for/
Respect for the sun, natural power/
The fact that black absorb, amplifies my life/
Bone structure tired from the stress/
Better thoughts calms internals/
Reacting to life with the stance of that discipline/
Infinite pleasure when the IS/
The verbal ArchiTek build rhymes with better structure
Track Name: Barefaced
Barefaced
Written by Teknical Development .IS

Verse:

Riding on the train, its early morning/
Underground I'm tired/
Eye sight it clock the advert/
Promoting that cash soon retired/
Facial expression it changes/
The one now turns the handle closer to the door opening/
One nation under the sun/
With a different type of meaning then the type out the sound of funk/
Nemesis of life assassinates its own plan/
Shedding skin, like a fucking snake/
Death to those, who's brains condole the actions of rape/
Infested with disease manifestation takes its stake/
Medication, poisonous liquids/
They travel through syringes like heroin/
Navigate, with intention speed up the application to die/
Pace myself through the steps/
Tryna keep to that left side/
Open up the art of decoding/
Hieroglyph technique, peace to Egyptian/
Pyramids keep the points of evils away/
Like they warned about on the walls engraved/
Track Name: Fly On Turntable
Fly On Turntable

Verse One Written by Hey!Zeus.I

Midnight times, Big Bens world chimes/
Moon eye and Sun settled/
Street speckled with peeps/
And time keeps me away from my home, deep/
Half an hour, nine stops, second left offa' Church Street/
Two seats separated from a mad man who might cuss/
I ride the night bus/
With drunks, workers and freaks/
Fiends sleepers and a tight caste/
Veils under the nights mask/
Unseen while the city dream/
Scored by sirens, and hummer base boxes/
Ipod's high and headlights chase Foxes/
Broken street lamps/
And the kebabs are toxic/
Chickens on steroids/
Fried up with no love/
Only if i'm starvin otherwise no love/
Falling stars, dying comets/
Starting the path in this shit/
Gutta, lying in vomit/
Masked rock profit/
Exchange for cash put in pockets/
Fat wallets, slim chances/
Plane clothes will clock it/
Poisonous pussy prostitutes/
Track scabs up the arms/
Taking jobs to the car park/
Recruit, that's why I keep watch the night like Steve Scott/
I hear the four tongue lies/
But believe not/
Snakes try and spite and take what we got/
But try all you like/
You never see me flop/

Verse Two written by Teknical Development .IS

Out the speaker travel marvellous sound/
Feed from the vibes provided/
Listen as our souls float/
Watch the Phoenix rise after verbal cleansing/
The resurrection, whilst flames burn/
The heat speaks, a language of its own/
Through fiery rage/
The shield that supports the situation/
Melts like the weakest off plastics/
Crack skill dead centre/
Break you down to that size/
Analyse the mayhem, like Max/
Edmonton masked/
Evil Demons Moving On Towards Other Nations/
Populated by Police, the young kids flourish like wicked flowers/
Support the ignorance of a person that exist beyond my standing body/
The black Cat walks along your page lines to clarify the glitch/
The penny drops/
Spins on its unseen axis/
Flat planet, with two faces/
Her nose face downwards, the tails exposed/
Corrupt the truth, money lies/
Two:AM the meaning of the sound/
We sick, explicit, spit knowledge/
Slash your thoughts/
Via imagination in the story telling/
Subconscious times/
I sit object in reality/
Word captured as they try rush pass me/
Track Name: Twighlight *Featuring Bruthaman
Twighlight

Hook
Written by Hennessy

Hold the pen and we write it perfect/
Powers in the written make it splendid/
The making of the sound leads to something infinite/
Two walking planets with that special talent/
Combination of our skills/
Beauty so complex/

Verse
Written by Teknical Development .IS

Angels falling outta Heaven/
Take you back to love is/
The emcee spitting realness/
Different to them stories/
Create the images, hold your mind slave to the meaning/
Of wasting the brain, evolution out of control/
The mind, the mechanics the movement of shifting souls/
Keep the craft sacred, close to self/
Like the walking footprints of my children/
God son, the male fabricated by the one/
Walks on different planes/
The surface far away from me/
I rather close my eyes and tap into the infinite/
The energies touching nature/
Turn towards the angles of the Sun/
And when it sets, glimmer in the light of the moon/
Constellate my words across the page like its the sky/
Walk along the lines of history/
Turning pages, saving self through my writing/
Simple meaning, providing Heaven in self/
Exert my own words, my own flows, no biting/
Tear your head off/
Sorry keep it calm its Two in the morning/
We keep our souls over controlled/
Work in life, those Three brains/
As they combine to create self/
You, the magnificent/
Spliff'd, been a while in my rhyme since i mention it/
These days i use my ink and wisdom/
To write about more important things/
Extra terrestrials above the clouds/
Listening to the future/
Obba Supa in its foetus stages/
Moral of the factor of patience/
The illest feeling of sound and lyric/
Hey!Zeus and Tek, offering soon to touch the planet/
Track Name: Kushon Peng
Kushon Peng
Written by Teknical Development .IS
Verse:

The sound crashing with the words within the flow/
Collide like waves upon the mountain face/
The rocks of your mind/
Cushioned by the comfort of the beat/
We fall together with no caution whilst you listen/
Respect for what I'm speaking/
Poetry is moving/
The minds wheel begins to spin/
Our thoughts matter/
Matter in the thought/
I guess this be the answer to the question/
For the reasons why i feel like this/
Stressed, disrespect the mother of my children/
Tho whatever happens/
Yo' I know I shouldn't/
Need to think about ways to stay calm like a Buddhist/
Mental raw, parents say they can't take it/
Eyes well, whilst I look in faces/
Like I'm reading minds/
Expression spoke, hand gestures/
Singles attached to shrugged shoulders/
So much truth in the past/
It fools the future to live in fantasies of many lies/
You see it animated/
I pray Obama keep his word/
Like an ill emcee making changes/
Connect together the world like a perfect puzzle/
But we need to understand/
One man, he don't hold all the answers/
Stand together in the form of all races/
Secret like the frame that hold the painting of a Black Mary/
Cradling that young Black Jesus/
The Pope I know he seen this/
Unexplained visits fix his vision/
But the masses still corrupted by the edited/
Decapitate me if I'm wrong/
Like a gifted lyricist/
Using skills amazing for the success of his bull shit/
Track Name: Chanelist Snapshot *Featuring Ray Vendetta
Chanelist Snapshot *featuring Ray Vendetta

Written by Teknical Development .IS
Hook written by Ray Vendetta


Ray Vendetta: Verse One/Hook

Picture the back drop/
You can take a snapshot of cameras/
On roadside, the one eyed Cyclops/
Caught the whole episode/
Raw and uncut/
Its text book horror/
Make your spirit jump up/
Set the scene/
Its To:AM, everything is calm/
Till some madness sparks off/
A whole heap of arms/
And the endings deep/
Bodies fall like the autumn leafs/
Silent whispers was heard before they fell asleep/

Verse Two: Teknical Development .IS

Seconds pass like a prostitute/
She's fucking with reality/
She's giving birth to minutes/
They age face/
Evolution send them straight to hours/
Now the page slows down/
We waiting for the day to shed its skin/
We waiting for them 4 zeros/
The number stands with the shadow of 7/
Destination now making a week slave/
At the same routine, monotonous cycles/
Like we living broke with the illest of rhymes/
Displayed along the lines/
Blind people see it/
Their senses are better/
Lost within the sound vibrations on a daily basis/
Time speeds up its heat beat/
Now we knock upon the door to the end of the month/
Charged by the bills as we enter/
The same door, just a different name/
Disguised at 25 years past, Now I think fuck/
Mechanics of the engine built/
Planes canvas soon/
In motion like poetry embedded with the black prints/
Things have to change/
Tryna break out the shackles of this life/
Rewire the make up of my brain/
Nothing that they say about the subject is hardwired/
Lost within self/
The same movements as fellow humans/
Jumping off the cliff peak without no safety harness/
I land safe in the waters of my flow/
Swim to a new surface/
Hard sound it play the ground/
Residing waiting patiently sits Hey!Z/
The new direction is followed/
Now we lead to our musical destiny's/
Where the loops, snares, kicks and drum beats/
They hold mad history/
Ancestors take it back to the first second/
Hey decides to create his first beat/
The same process for my first rhyme/
So from now till then to now pass forever/
Ill creators over sound/
Deny it then you walk deaf on this planet till you die/
Its sad that the facts so blatant pass by like a lost child/
Track Name: Monotonous Cycles
Monotonous Cycles
Written by Teknical Development .IS

Hook:

Eruptions in the thinking process/
Glitches by the lost of concentration/
Confused, nothing begins to matter/
You failing scared on the grounds impact/
Days pass, you haven't landed/
This trip could last forever/
The answers spark the thoughts to generate self/
Aim to heights you never thought of/
Hard enough but better then eternally falling/
Forever lost on the grip of self/
But nobody knows/

Verse:

Sexy female in a red dress/
The Devils first/
She creped from the realms of that torture/
Now she walk the realms of Earth/
She searching for her lover/
Its an Angel/
They sexing with that rage and passion/
Birth to that good and evil found within a human being/
Watch your next steps when that rage it sparks/
Chaos walks the path of your mind/
Fall to your knees/
Your fist it slams the floor/
Screams from the pits of your souls/
Speak the language, drink to drown your sorrows/
The rotten bodies of the past, they float/
The active memories/
Selected by the moment that you tryna shake/
No hands, so now you left stranded disrespected by self/
Foolish person walking on the grounds of this planet/
Surveillance out the face/
Paranoid, searching for the dangers/
Magic trick effects the brain in the form of smoke from your spliff/
The potency attaches self to your senses/
Eruptions in the thinking process/
Glitches by the lost of concentration/
Confused, nothing begins to matter/
You failing scared on the grounds impact/
Days pass, you haven't landed/
This trip could last forever/
The answers spark the thoughts to generate self/
Aim to heights you never thought of/
Hard enough but better then eternally falling/
Forever lost on the grip of self/
But nobody knows/
But that mirror
Monotonous cycles, that need to dance alone/
But they still hold your hands for that last dance/
You need to save that dance for your shadow/
The day you dance with yourself/
Open up the destiny/
New option better situation/
Even out them angles in life/
Tryna create that full circle/
Walk the Earth, shine bright like that Moon/
Take or spit on the advices from old wise minds/
They to supreme to react to deaf ears, after wasted voices/
Using energies outta old souls/
The key to turn to unlock the next steps/
Rest in the place sound vibrates/
Listen whilst we focus, to the sounds concentration/
We linking, so strong the source of life to keep the mind stable/
Corruption lives in the foil, pipes and syringes/
Through the veins, nose or straight smoke it/
The other options, raping self whilst the hands that rock your cradle become rich/
They serve to fix on your new life/
Roll down, you walk the streets after darkness/
Wasted life hanging onto the joys of your next fix/
Blast the souls on the Earth that provide such a service/
The karma effect the growth of your kids/
The day the past that you created/
Catch them with the walking steps/
You dead, they depressed/
And now through the shadows/
The demon with them no eyes they offer them their first hit/
Memories they flood the theatre/
Act on the vision in the mind/
Voices of you being him explaining why you shouldn't take it/
Too late, to that point echoes of a huge slam/
From a cell door caste the feeling of trapped/
Slave to the science, the drugs of man forever/
Track Name: The Evolution Of Dreams *Featuring Bad FX
The Evolution Of Dreams *Featuring Bad FX
Verse One Written by Teknical Development .IS
Verse Two Written by Bad FX

Verse one:

Above the clouds the words released/
The sacred heart of emcees/
Pierce the chest to purify the circulation/
Expose the thoughts random on the page/
Decisions over sounds/
Expose the craft as you listen/
The alcohol mixes it with the sea/
My flow it flood the microphone/
The verbal is with multiple meaning/
The evolution of dreams/
When the mind it travels pass the night/
Body still like you laying dead/
Alive, Henny walking through the door/
The breathing inspiration/
Grab my cup I sip my brandy/
E&J it burn the plastic/
Toxic through the orifice/
The tablets on the page/
With that new rhyme engraved/
Freedom through that verbal, spit what I want/
Imagine time, the title of the CD/
Gift to the nation, the other species/
Collection of the special souls on Earth spinning/
Asking self what's the point in breathing/
Zoned visual flicker in the mind I see my children/
Their mother and my bredrins/
Free to speak, emotion travel from the place I only know/
Never scared to express the points pass the normal/
Exercise the mind, calm vibrations of the body/
Trust self and the sound a rare thing/
Sad to say I smile because its different when it comes to Hey!Zeus creation/

Bad FX

Verse two:

Mind over flowin with patterns gotta control it/
Conceal em' within these verses/
You can tell when I wrote it/
I bill it, smoke it no roach in/
Meditating approaching, sit back relaxin/
Indulging the vibe that I got from toking/
The worlds on its axis, but I spin on my own/
Round and round to different buds that have been in my dome/
Been high for 12 hours/
And I'm still in the zone/
Many years pass and RDL, were still on the throne/
Put a gym in your home/
Get wedge and you can still get knock down/
When I lyrically rip out your throat/
He aint heard about us/
Better give him a note/
Tek-D, the master emcee, The IS and the smoke/
He done your whole career/
And it isn't a joke/
Watch me rise to the top like the fizz in the coke/
Your whole style is similar to a singer missing a note/
Very whack, now that shit isn't dope/
Track Name: At Any Given Time
At Any Given Time
Written by Teknical Development .IS

Verse

Spliff declining like the Earth rotating/
The axis near broken/
Soon we stand unstable/
The page born the same time as the beat/
Supreme scripture covered by the blackness/
Ink it cries with a proudness/
From the eye of my pen/
Hear my words, it sparks a feeling never felt/
Imagination roams the worlds of its own/
The sound priceless/
Like the thoughts of freedom/
The mouth screams as the world whips the back of Africa/
Directed by the Sun light/
But the night shift it glows sharper/
The mind The IS possessed, the thinking process similar/
But always changing, making a difference with the craft that I spit with/
Setting a standard never/
I'm rhyming for myself my children and my peoples/
Not to forget them real listeners/
Hard from the start/
See the footage as I write it/
News report but my shit is real, raw authentic/
Subject changing on the random, walking steps towards me/
Its dark, exhale my smoke/
The cloud touch the soul of two children walking/
Eyes stray from direction of their parent/
Avoid confrontation, simple sorry under my breath/
No reply as expected, odd situation/
But anything happens in my rhyme at this any given time/
Free:AM craft personality, its time travel/
Close my eyes open my mind/
Step into For:AM dimension/
Tek and Zeus develop a landscape/
The new planet of sound/
Your ears new home to, new species/
Represented by new words, the new verse for the peoples/
We construction is complete/
The planetary alignment grows one extra towards the infinite/
The Obba Supa/
Track Name: The Bass Is
The Bass IS
Written By Teknical Development .IS

Verse:

Imagination it lingers the mental movies start/
As I spit, but before this I resided speechless/
Like an ornament that's priceless/
Ancient, important to the meaning of existence/
Rhyming as the time ticks/
The seconds nothing to time it takes to compose this special craft/
Free:AM different hour, different vibe/
Always changing like a reptile/
Or like a crazy mind unstable/
Reality is folded like an envelope/
Post these words/
Your mind receives it, your soul ecstatic/
Now you listen to the sound/
Open up your every feeling/
Words that coat the beat like paint on walls/
Sacred craft thats 25 years old, and getting older/
My verbal over Zeus sounds will never pill/
9 months later/
First cries from your child cos she never took it/
Now your future steps trace the face of a parent/
She lied like these emcees/
Now you pissed vex and mad/
The type of shit that make you kill/
Shocked by the birth of seeds/
Equations of life/
Answered by the questions in your next steps/
Swing the rusty rhyme of verbal mechanics/
I'm breaking down the slingin spittas/
Destroy the circuits like robotics/
Move coated by the darkness/
The skies floor, the support of my rhyme/
Simple steps from these heights take me past predictions/
Views on how we gonna keep it raw like this/
Dumb fuck, we eternal/
Meaning of every creation perfected by our skills unprotected/
Yo' we let the time fly/
Its ten years pass, we still droppin it raw/
The truth, imagination and for the youth that knowledge
Track Name: The Last Clouds Of The Cosmics
The Last Clouds Of The Cosmics
Written By Teknical Development .IS

Verse:

Exhale the last clouds of the cosmics/
It hits the brain, the curtains close/
The eyelids wide shut/
The mind begins to open pass the normal/
The mental screens plays the movie before the night spreads/
Sleep and walk the wonder lands like Alice/
Smoking chalice with the figments of imagination/
Changing dimension through the face of the minds when we sleep/
Pay the price through the visual/
Force the brain to canvas/
The future talks visual clips flicker pass the minds eye/
Record it, tell it like a secret pay attention to the nightly episodes/
They hold the secrets, unknown/
Blank canvas of the mind, they don't storm/
The sad cases, blind no the birth of nightmares/
Break the point of darkness/
Dreams flourish from the world of creative minds/
Eyes closed, let your mind sail/
Stage it takes form, wonders of the brain during sleep/
Created live to rest printed forever in the banks of your memories/
Track Name: Sicker Side Of Poetry
Sicker Side Of Poetry
Written By Teknical Development .IS

Verse

Ghost that walk around with hard faces/
Alive till the points their steps make prints/
Hard to comprehend the ones that exist/
Breathing but reside past dead inside/
Emotion sour fruitless/
The flesh rots whilst raw thoughts they eat the body/
Sick infestations, the words hurt/
Some will burn the CD/
Some will hear past the meaning/
Fire in our heart, touch the pages/
Truth unfolds, evolve the form that hang lives/
Balance of exhausted lies tip the hands of time/
Six feet deep for nothing/
If there is, then the body even closer to hell/
Heat rises so on Earth many got theirs soul touch/
All it is, is a simple glimmer of the eye of chaos/
Leads to clutches of hands stained by the blood of revenge/
From a weak thought depressed made stronger by false inspirations/
What I say hear pass my words/
Man travel life like abortions/
Breaking through complex actions of slow terminations/
Walk the Earth happy blinded to the fact of possible invasions/
Breach the core, the ones underground react with questions/
Open minds stay closed due to ignorance/
Past the rhyme in time/
This is sicker side of poetry/
Emotion from the side of distance, moving further internally/
Things, changes, I keep my eyes open/
Senses locked pass the cosmics/
Track Name: Cosmic Blast
Cosmic Blast
Written By Teknical Development .IS

Lay the spliff down to rest/
Half the life is left/
Turn towards the pages/
From the plans of the mind/
Jump the words that fill the space in between theses lines/
Feeding from the natural/
Invest in cooper bracelet/
Wriest band like Gladiator/
Fight the force that infect the body/
Save the children/
Cure the wonder/
By allowing their thoughts to be free/
Talk on such imagination/
So clear seems the figment/
Crumbles as the mind shines/
Favour the out door therapy/
Past the laws of medicated poisons/
Help the self, allow the box to open/
The range has no ending/
Continuous cycle of extreme pleasure/
The pains of walking this Planet/
In the matter, the body of an animal/
A Human, no different/
In the sense to why you exist/
To anything else your eyes perceives as real/
What matters is you/
Take the moment/
Think about self/
The many books and words over lines/
My thoughts the feelings of multiple emotion/
Bind by the place I release/
Help the ones that relate/
Many life's that are different but similar/
Help is here, in the form of words over vibration out the speaker/
Sound waves that prove the points to listen/
Track Name: Killing Souls In Style
Killing Souls In Style
Written By Teknical Development .IS

Hook

Some sample voices giving meaning to the song/
Hey!Zeus, he sample sound to cure the soul/

Verse One

Some sample voices giving meaning to the song/
Hey!Zeus, he sample sound to cure the soul/
So much is missing/
Missed goals that lead to nothing/
But wishing you dragged back to reality by the strong hold/
Drugs, sex, violence and the drinks/
Unemployment's, we need to relax/
Potions that bubble over glasses/
Dramatic truth, the fiction animated/
Caught by the colours, language and the straight lines/
Switch the light and now the glow shines/
Red match the eyes/
The two Planets stuck in the face/
The orifice it opens, verbal out the mouth piece/
Like emcees Out Da Ville/
That's years back, I talk on the now/
Dark skies, with that meaning forms the ground/
As the clouds resemble signs of a storm approaching/
X-Men, She dies tryna fuck with this weather/
Its temper change the outcome of life on Earth forever/
Connecting minds like a network/
Trading information and knowledge/
Helping one another gain a better over standing/
Close the mic, mind is open, the hole it create/
Special like the truth in the science fiction of a star gate/
Debatable but ignorance it got its throat sliced/
So now the ones it once occupied/
Free now forever/
Alive, life is made harder then it should be/
Contributed by the one that stares back/
Same eyes, same stressful face/
Anger stacks like the thoughts of being rich/
We war against self with the same things/
Kings in the name of men die over speeches/
Triggers pulled by fingers/
Desperate measures of the enemy/
Destroy the future/
Making history for the youth gifted misery/
Track Name: Tek Tell Tales
Tek Tell Tales
Written By Teknical Development .IS

Hook:

Tek tells tales/
Tales Tek tells, tales sick/
Tell tales Tek/
Tek tells tales big/
Tell Tek to tell tales/
And light spliffs/
And tell some tales up quick/


Verse:

Time froze in his eyes as he ego slips/
From the place that his body now resides/
Echoes only heard/
Ears corrupted/
The sounds you hear are those foot steps/
Rushing around a broken body/
Screams resemble torture/
The view such a horrifying shock/
Blood stains, it drips/
Falling from your face/
Tears of your last cries/
Ones who don't care, they walk on by/
But live to tell their families on what they just see/
They hug their kids with such a passion/
The sounds of sirens/
They play the score for the night/
Howling like a pack of hungry wolves/
Car door still left open/
Numbers on the side next to white lies/
In the form of sentences/
Witness speaking voice trembling/
Police officers they tryna intimidate/
They fuming, pissed off/
Like they blaming you for this murder/
All you saw was what look like a routine stop/
Officers hand, waving up in dudes face/
He's smoking a zoot, hand in pocket/
Community officer shook/
Young lady, early twenties../
Saying nothing, "we need to step back"/
Something in civilians brain/
It switch like a Pit/
Jackal and Hyde/
Manner of scale/
Voice of a Warrior/
He scream " you fucking like knife crime?"/
Stop this, he slice his face/
Flesh look like a partial sea/
Crimson waters drench his uniform/
Panic spreads, his heart rate increases/
One for the road/
I see you in hell/
He sliced his throat/

Hook:

Tek tells tales/
Tales Tek tells, tales sick/
Tell tales Tek/
Tek tells tales big/
Tell Tek to tell tales/
And light spliffs/
And tell some tales up quick/

Verse Two:

He slams his cars breaks/
Not a chance in hell to check his mirrors/
Tyres scream, rubber burns,
He smells it through the open window/
Music still bumping out the speakers/
All he heard was the thump over bass lines/
As the bonnet hit her body/
Face smash the window/
All he got was that broken noise/
Lucky bastard, had his seatbelt on/
Now he's shacking, can't move/
Like he frozen, shook by the life that he just took/
Conscious part of his brain manufacture thoughts/
Drive away, burn the car/
Its late night very quite/
Vine yards in France/
Kinda like the lanes in Switch Blade Massacre/
He finds his feelings back/
Now his powers/
Click by that seatbelt/
Acute pain from the rib section/
Slowly opens up the door/
Left foot out the grave/
Blurry vision helped by that one working head light/
Feet plays a tune as he steps the ground/
Mixed with the gravel and the shattered glass/
Radiator steam hissing/
Water leaking/
Engine tapping/
Grill drippin, with the Human elements/
The fluid that runs like a train/
Underground in that vein/
Not to notice, long brunette hair/
Face missing body twisted/
Hand bag near by/
Opens it, photo card provided by the One/
Displays the name Antoinette/
He never knew her, since he's close to home
Walking backwards/
Falls on the floor/
Cries only feed the ears of hell/
Folded like a deck of cards/
For the last time/
He pulls out the phone and dials the number to his future cell/
Track Name: Gris De Gris
Gris De Gris
Written By Teknical Development .IS
Verse:

Floating, stranded rested letters/
Crew members of the ship/
The words that sails along the minds waters capsized/
Some never made it/
Imagination, it attacks the vessel/
Creatures from the deep/
Composed by the thoughts that reign supreme/
Savage passion smashing through the steel/
Weathers of the mind is changing/
Waters evaporating/
Now we floating in space/
Wonders of the weird/
The world is spinning crazy/
Twisted like the clouds released from the gift of self/
Grown by the unknown/
We smoke it pass it, now its back to its maker/
Cries as you grip the roach for the last time/
The ashtray forever be the pits of dust/
The destiny, travel with the smoke as it rises/
While the illusion of time/
Its moving with the seconds/
Hands on the faces drops the orders/
My life cycle disobey, the pain it hurts/
And with the open arms the title heals/
The contents of the sound for the meaning/
Four chapters/
The path towards the sickest thing, the illest/
Hear the journey visualise the words and souls/
With aims to reach a point of no return/
Sound vibrations it be the guidance/
The trip of life, the powerful energies/
Release electrics in the mind/
To spark that realness/
Over sound we drop it how we want/
With our mad styles, for the people/
Meaning the Man, Woman and Children who walk this fucked planet/
Meaning the Man, Woman and Children who walk this fucked planet/
Track Name: Wot U Chattin Bout *Featuring Ray Vendetta
Wot U Chattin Bout *Featuring Ray Vendetta

Verse One: Ray Vendetta

Ray of light, break emcees down to a molecule/
You man are youts, and they cant eat solid food/
Claim to have bars and couldn't even count one/
They spittin poop they already know the out come/
Picking up a weight that their arms cant hold/
And they compromise putting price tags on their soul/
Its a minstrel show all these clowns are hopeless/
Stand up comedians/
Straight up jokers/
Culprits get pointed out like where's Woolly/
So I don't need to loose my sleep/
There's no worry/
And I don't battle much/
But my sword stay sharp/
So I spit like a jet stream
Rain shower darts/
Its torrential thoughts crash round in my mental/
I'm skilled on the M-I
Skilled with a pencil/
Sketching a blueprint of ways to rappers out/
They weak spittas/
What the hell they chattin bout?/


Verse Two: Hey!Zeus.I

I'm a monster like Ermon/
These bitches bourbon/
Adam like Festa/
Get an Hey!Zeus sermon/
Emcees pussy and Boydem are murkin/
Tink tings custie then blood your not observing/
Wont get a word in/
You can find me lurkin/
Posed position /
With the index certain/
Don't work in reality like Sikhs with low turbon/
More observing, baby coming from a virgin/
No runnin' from the hurtin'/
System caught in life's wheel of fortune/
Tables are turning/
Last stand, final curtain/
What yall, its the final curtain/

Verse Three: Teknical Development.IS

Lost in the sound I'm vexed, living on Earth/
Days pass out the speakers/
Nothing but emcees corrupted/
Cracking the minds of the youth with their ball shit/
Wash the brains of these young girls/
Evolve to dancing bitches/
Slave to the gold in your rhymes/
Flick the light, the demon speaks/
With that heat that kills/
Burn your soul for the rape over sound/
Disgusted, Tek Ray and Zeus combination like a drink/
We spit on your grave/
Sounds insane but I mean it/
Reveal the picture with the use of alphabetic arrangement/
Through the use of magic over mind/
We summon every part of the beat/
We give em' life/
No revenge it takes place whilst on stage/
Spittin, in front of masses/
Sorry to say they dumb fucks/
Out the speaker steps your nemesis/
The one that ends the life of assassins/
Now you feel the pain of the rape/
The metal version, brain starts to leak/
The sickest thing you ever flow/
Thoughts linger as the spells break/
The people standing once like the living dead/
Now refreshed, now we drop it on some real shit/
The vibe, the sound we create 'very therapeutic'/
Beats By Zeus create life heard on the quest/
To hang the souls of the verbal's spittas slingin'/
Lyrical design to destroy the mind/
Through your words, not important/
Hold the thought on new life/
The canvas to grow leads to ended life like abortion/
Track Name: Free.AM Today
Free.AM Today
Written By Teknical Development .IS

In a world of madness millions of souls/
They walk around trapped within bodies like ants/
Larger scales of different ways of life/
Words, emotional stresses they cloud the brain/
The body infected by chronicle pains/
Sacred thoughts that you hold/
Cant bare the price that you cant afford/
Now they lost you should have spoke about it/
You got a talent and that blank canvas/
Your page the tablet to your works of perfection/
The craft a simple blessing/
The way you use it draws attention/
Your words comfort the sadness/
But inside one resides dead blind to ones own advices/
You got your people, your boyz/
The ones you say you die for/
Talk to them about your problems/
And the reason to why mind body and soul it feels corrupted/
Suicidal perhaps/
Notes left on side boards it just aint enough/
Or is it coded in the rhyme since the first sentence/
He told me that he wanted to make a mends with his mother/
Week later found murdered something on his mind/
Along time wishing everything/
I had spoke to him earlier/
Break the loop of life, impossible/
So now nothing comforts many occasions/
I feel to concern certain desires/
Fuck it like religion/

Crazy now the cycle changes/
The sound different as time past/
Last night projects prove the combination still tight/
Like eyes that can't express/
Tears now their minds trapped by their egos/
Vertical and now the balance disturbed like your senses/
Drunk by yourself vexed cos the bottles near done/
Phones close, all it takes is phone call/
Tek I stop, rush your eyesight see me quick/
Confine in my essence/
My ears open they say miserable it love company/
For my peoples around a table bag of weed, a drink/
My ears open all day/
Forget that selfish psychological shit/
You need to express, let that shit out/
Shout in a rage I done it/
Walking the path of chaos like its a personal hell/
Sean saw it, he knows my secrets/
Things i would have done, maybe wouldn't be here/
But we spoke, the conversation healed my soul/
Never felt a feeling like this/
Like seeing Henry in a coma/
Listen something close trapped on my mind forever/
His mother calls me/
Dem days I resided Nottingham, The Ville/
Back to London after points of communication/
Doctors explaining he ain't responding/
To no known medical technique on Earth/
I proceed with permission from his mother/
Grab his hands with exact words/
Yo you need to get up plus I come all the way from North/
Plus with this rhymin' we gonna make it/
With more truth then Jesus rising/
I hear him say Dean I hear you/
But where are you?/
Track Name: Zeus An Tek Shit
Zeus An Tek Shit
Written By Teknical Development .IS & Hey!Zeus.I

Verse One Written by: Hey!Zeus.I


Verse Two Written by: Teknical Development .IS

Grab the pony tails of life/
Liberty gets taken on some raw shit/
Its late night, she's walking hands out the mist/
Drags her with his man strength/
Sex without permission, now she's raped/
This kind of shit it happens everyday/
Years ago the man in charge applied savage pressure/
Raping female slaves, daughters in front of their fathers/
Sickening, the thoughts its bringing tears/
Like the ones that flow out of face of mother/
Who's son was killed/
Murdered by police in cold blood/
Underground, Brazilian laying dead fucking raw/
I say hang them officers/
Make their last feeling the saddest/
Noose around their necks/
Make them feel the same pains as the souls of black people/
Dead hung, body dead within the wind/
Before all that Baby P shit/
I said social services nothing but some bull shit/
Fucking hang them all/
Before it happen, it happen to young black girl/
She was African/
Case not treated the same/
You see the difference?/
Gettin ruffed up in public/
By son of bitch that wears a badge/
Face slammed onto car bonnet/
Cuff tap my bones/
Abusive behaviour evolved from pigs/
To nothing but that shit/
They drop recession like a magic trick/
Watch close/
Three sets of two soon block your path of life/
You think you free cos' of your pay check?/
Your fuckin stupid, ya trapped life Christ on a cross/
The reason how they tell it, is the reason why I disrespect/
So when corruption kills consider yourself lucky/
Now you see what's after life/
The truth, perhaps this is why they call suicide a sin/
Possible the mental lock to not doing/
Is your soul strong enough to find peace forever/
Take your own life/
Walking through the doors to find the answer/
Track Name: Bring U Back
Bring U Back
Written by Teknical Development .IS
Hey!Zeus *Hook

Bring U Back

Hook: Hey!Zeus.I

If the tears that I cry could build a stairway to heaven/
I cry 1000 tears and go up and get em'/
If memories I had could make a road to heaven/
I build a motorway/
I give you a lift home/
If its heard man I could hear your voice again/
My daddy suffer with his pain/
I do anything to bring you back, to bring you back/
I do anything to bring you back, bring you back/

Verse One:

Shane died now his mother cries forever/
Life is what you make and do with it/
Made by the bodies of societies/
Conned by the moves of evil privacies/
Trapped, only thing i make are the dreams that I sleep with/
Or like the children inherited/
Girls pregnant, sexing unprotected fucked/
So now the arguments start/
Abortion is of no meaning/
The thoughts get crossed crucified/
Like supposed days of Jesus Christ/
Book opens like a pair of legs/
Page blank like no facial expression/
The pens tip it roll upon the surface/
Thinking process, it plays the part of the multiple position/
Time ticks, now the ink spills/
Nature takes place in this many different ways/
Lost inner cycle of stress inner strength weak/
Back peddle breaks the forward movement/
My body manifest with the open arms/
The count down to the afterlife of many questions/
Morbid grey situations/
Lead to the actions of no respected meaning/
The point in living/
Knowledge and the children, melanin is deep/
You see the surface/
Life whilst facing the sun/
Warm the thoughts of special creation/
Both sides of the coin flourish with that trapped rage/
Only chance we take is to cut life and join the line of death/

Hook: Hey!Zeus.I

If the tears that I cry could build a stairway to heaven/
I cry 1000 tears and go up and get em'/
If memories I had could make a road to heaven/
I build a motorway/
I give you a lift home/
If its heard man I could hear your voice again/
My daddy suffer with his pain/
I do anything to bring you back, to bring you back/
I do anything to bring you back, bring you back/

Verse Two:

Standing over cold body once soul accommodated/
I see her on her last day, felt the feeling/
Before her heart stop, no judge/
So for the soul decision to take a part of my life it wasn't wrong/
She said to kill time use conversation/
She spoke a lot/
Devine signs of no patience/
For the 1st time in my life I say the meaning of wanting to die/
When life of someone close goes/
Multiple faces expresses feelings deepest/
What's sympathy?
A piss take of understanding ones sadness/
Kiss your forehead/
Felt a cold so harsh, but reflection warm the heart/
Feel like 2 birds targeted by 1 stone/
Bad luck it hits you in threes/
I'm having trouble coping with it/
Memories that over flood the mind can't control it/
Sitting silent on your chair, bedroom door still open/
Still in arrangement, things on how you last left it/
Bed made after the last night you slept in it/
The last days, I caught you in your own conversational zone/
A new dimension of then our last words/
I try kill time these days through verbal conversation/
Bless your soul, we meet again/
Now the comic's hold you, the levels of sound it hold me/
When the maths of life compose its next formula/
My death might be its answer/