Wheels Up

by kublakai

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released February 2, 2015

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Track Name: "What It Is" feat. Symmetry & Marcus Wheat
(VERSE 1)
I never wondered what I would be when I grew up, I knew what I was, an MC
Writing in my rhymebook constantly, I use to skip class just to freestyle with B
Listening to beats while we’d pass the weed
And those were the days to me
But now I’m older and I get it, nobody’s just one thing
Something I’ve learned is judging a person by one thing they’ve done is undeserved
If you box yourself in, you’ll miss out on something else
Nothing is forever, weathering the storm and you’ll be better off than ever
And the next storm you’ll be ready with counter measures
That’s life shit, I’ve been down in the depths
Believe me, I was profoundly a mess, so down that everyone around me was stressed
But I’ve grown, I know that time’s just a test
It’ll be okay if you just wait it out
Don’t cave in now, patience pays and baby it’s paying now
So I’mma lay it down and hope that you play it loud enough that it shakes the ground and make memories for a lifetime, make me proud

(CHORUS)
Let it be what it is
Wear my heart on my wrist these days
And the harder it gets
The more that I keep saying
Let it be what it is, Let it be what it is

(VERSE 2)
When Mom died, didn’t wanna put page to pen
Honestly never knew if I would rap again
So I teared up when I felt that passion again
That feeling of being inside the muse and the music
Telling me, “go on do it!” Saying if I’m a student and learning all of this new ish
Am I just wasting my time if I ain’t trying to improve
Just putting out whatever hoping that people approve it
Yeah, that’s all ego and that ain’t even a bad thing,
I’m just thinking about it trying to work through
Like, is working to make music my work even worth doing?
Once you do it for work, they say the art of it’s ruined
I say I’m in it for love but always trying to get paid
So at the end of the day, what am I pursuing… yeah… right…
Cause it’s all about money these days
Even the conscious cats are trying to get paid
Rather than raise the level of young mind waves
And I ain’t even mad I just think it’s important to say

(CHORUS)
Let it be what it is
Wear my heart on my wrist these days
And the harder it gets
The more that I keep saying
Let it be what it is, Let it be what it is
Track Name: Morning Light
(Verse 1)
Don't do it how they did it/ Do it to feel right/
That's how you stay winning all the way from the beginning/
I been in this for a long time listen/
Lemme school ya to some old man wisdom/
Coffee and hip hop, Doritos and flicks/
Only addictions ya shouldn't try to kick/
If ya eyes on the target, ya best not miss/
And you work that ass off, no one gives you shiiiiit
Don't let em box you in
And if plot to, box em ans box to win
Left jab to stomach, right cross to chin
And when the bell rings, they'll raise ya hand again
Use to spend all my nights drinking 6 packs/
Now I work out, gotta 6 pack/
Use to live kinda wild, hadta fix that
Now Girls asking they friends like who is dat?

(Chorus)
Expect the unexpected
Eyes wide open open, GO!
Point you in the right direction
Upside down dowwn dowwwn
I don't wanna hit the exit I just wanna float float float
If you came here to celebrate yo’ life
Then me and you can party til the morning light


(Verse 2)
Just a introverted kid who fell in love with hip hop
Had a little bit of rhythm when I did talk
Like to write up in my notebook when I’m pissed off
Get lost in those thoughts, words would lift offff
Just a back pack kid
Way before we even knew what backpack is
Skip class to rap had a knack for it
Started spitting and people was like that’s that shiiiiiiiiit
I graduated by the skin of my teeth
Uninterested in college I was into them beats
Plus parties and girls and LSD
Shit got weird, turned to beer and weed
Not afraid to be different, I just am
Living how I’m living, not worried about fans
But I’m spitting, and the listeners listen to my jams
Like bro, you gotta come listen to this mannnnnnn

(Verse 3)
Come too far to turn back now
Worked for my stripes and earned my style
People hear me play with all words like wow so…
Play this so loud your neighbors say turn that dowwwwwwwn!
They Hating, I don't sweat it
Not a single song I ever made that I regretted
I never pretended to be something I wasn't and that truly is a blessing
Every verse is a lesson
Every time I rehearse I'm just working on getting better
Ugh, learned from the veterans
But now the bets are in
Sun vs weatherman
I am better than they've ever been
And i'm barely putting any effort in
Oof, that was one for the ego
Sometimes you just gotta knock em out, Debo
But music is bigger than one person, Neo
So I try and keep it real when I'm speaking to the people
Track Name: Moan
(LYRICS)

(Verse 1)
First I wanted the fame. Now I just want the money
And I don’t have to explain cause all you gotta do is turn on the TV to see that that shit will turn a motherfucker insane
But Ill admit it, Im an addict Thought I quit, now Im just back at it
Back to backpacking cause Mack done got it crackin
And we piggybackin off of that action, go head and ask him
I aint lie. Ask around The Town, I aint shy.
But some still take the train to say I aint fly.
It’s all good, I’m all smiles, I survive, yep.
Couple grand in the bank. Couple grand in the pockets.
Ain’t concerned with the take so I aint paid but Im paid enough not to talk shit.
Hashtag whatever. I'll never give em the effort. a cleverly armed melody puts em on the trapdoor then pull the lever.
Let em fall forever. Yeah, forever ever.
I don’t give a shit how many youtube views you got naw naw naw naw my shit is better

(Hook 1)
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean.
I got two in the pocket just in case and a mic in my hand when I rush the gates
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean.
I got two in the pocket just in case. Pick your weapon, rush the gates.

(Verse 2)
I let the beat do the talkin, they out they seat when I walk in though, ugh
Michael Jackson, Bad. Born in the 80s, rad. Mama was a DJ, always played Jazz.
So here I am, 20 years later, mic in hand and when I hit the stage, they be like GOD DAMN!
Ain’t rapped in months, but still the best out cause most rap sucks and I don’t care who knows, give zero fucks because I paid my dues and took my lumps. Ucck.
Black and Scottish, kilt it. Really black and Irish, Celtic.
But I digress, tried to drink my pain to hide my mess but that shit don’t work, I tried my best, naw it just got worse with what came next. Life.
It is what it is though. Aint scared to let the tears flow. That’s grown man shit homes.
Still bad to the bizone, tell em Kubi’s on deck and I bet they yelling that it’s on!

(Hook 2)
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean.
I got two in the pocket just in case and a mic in my hand when I rush the gates
First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean.
I got two in the pocket just in case. Pick your weapon, rush the gates.

(END)