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

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/

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/

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/

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/

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/

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/

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/

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/

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

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/

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/

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/

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/

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/

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/

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/

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?/

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/

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/