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Yup, it's something I definitely want to do. Now I can start looking for instrumentals.
Maybe do some writing.

Track 2..Get The Money
Instrumental: Cream w/ Method Man on the hook

Verse I (incomplete)
It's that ambition, the hope for a transition
from darkness into lime light,
To abandon ammunition and raise children,
Not heartless but enough to get they minds right.
No longer a desire, but it shifts in position
up to a higher
level. Not a want but clearly an essential,
By any means to taste a sweet feast of dollar bill potential,
'cuz poverty's growth is exponential.
It's common place to show disgrace at those fleeing the rat race,
In that case I'll fall back, I'm givin' it all back,
Get a job before I play with what they call crack.
Crack to me is the cream itself - it's addictive
and stalls health.

Outro/Poem - Cataclysmic Release
Written by: Makairo
Produced By: Durrtyboi
Cataclysmic Release Audio
Here

I feel like existance is over,
Any persistance facin' closure
and the hopefuls dreams are being dozed and
froze by a colorful matching of clothing.
I stand witness to this witless expression,
Pathetic dimensions fail to appeal
yet are held and accepted.
To wonder what could have been
had we avoided chaos,
Now I'm the catalyst here to bring answers to silent prayers.
My self inflicted crucifiction will be a visual depiction
of the physical religion so dispiccable - as seen on television.
With bound sticks of dynamite - I supply the fright,
standing between this crossroads of city's night,
streets heated with passion and blood,
But that hunger is simply a rash that I've entitled lust.
Overpowered by a market that makes money from mocking truth,
The explosion that shatters the ebony tar, the culture,
Those of all skin just swallow pride to pocket loot.
The reverie scarred, not forever, how easily we overlook what should effect our hearts.
So unknown to us - our greed is a beast.
To free my own inhibitions and show the world my Cataclysmic Release.