Airplane Mode (intro) Allow me to introduce myself my name is HarveyUncouth I salute myself/  i impute myself and Pursue my-self/ ill be dammed if this game just permutes my self/ I broke out the box couldn't acute myself/ won't dilute myself, still commute minds felt across/ uniformed platforms and these bars/ connect, Live and direct through your stereo sets/ Catching wreck, and on my neck the world I protect/ most prevalent in architectural rhyme design/ While in the lion’s den in these turbulent times/ Still fly gravity defied, read between the lines/ look at our skies, when we fall they demand we rise/ ain't got to much to lose, but I'm betting it on the win/ when I stay going in, battling leviathans/got violins for dramatic reenactments/ when I come trough in a fashion, to cash in, with cash bins/ in money basking, flows cold as aspen/ like why you asking? We got these joints on backs spins/ for they back spins... And these actions/ be that of fractions, from rhyme gambling transactions/the world is up for keeps, play second string to none/ The world under seage still under these we come/ to dominate and demonstrate, dedicate on feather wights/ and take the crown Back home, to rein till the levi breaks/.... take the crown Back home, to rein till the levi breaks/........ take the crown Back home, to rein till the levi breaks/

Simply Undefined Yeah.... Ha... Shit is to ill though... (Verse 1) So what, I'm back again to deliver these upper cuts/ to the upper gut, On these upper cuts/ Henny Kobra Klutched/ hand on my nuts, cup full of suds/ when last night was blur, ol girl will concur/ flows stupid as hood ideologies that brought us up/ not giving a fuck, pressing your luck, you will touched/ like a sign requesting the opposite, I'm on Pollock shit/ artistic in my own ways, minus the bullshit politic/ ugh, polish my  topic of discussion through percussions I/ leave all my buttons submerged so what you pushing huh?/ there ain't no hitting home with me to catch me where it hurts/ I handle my own, and in my dome is where I learque/ I rash on shit some might call it poison I be/ on top of this world on this dark knight you'll find me/ With my bad bitch beside me looking lively/ fly as poison Ivy, to my right, never behind me/ (Hook) These days fly by we waiting on the hands of time/ to call our number so we kick it sitting bent reclined/ trapped in a state of mind, define by the bishops eye/ we pawns to the world lost... With no sense of time/... These days fly by we waiting on the hands of time/ to call our number so we kick it sitting bent reclined/ trapped in a state of mind, define by the bishops eye/ we pawns to the world lost... Simply undefined/  (Verse 2) Tonight alive Let's describe the inscrutable/ immutable thoughts of dyeing so Unusual/ scribble with pens and pads tags on you cubicle/ ol girl looking bad Got my logo on her cuticles/ visions of rap super stardom, pardon if I space out/ I lay the pace out, and break out/ on some lead the chase out, doors are locked break the chase out/ or stomp that shit out on some rugged boot to the face style/ Look what we face now, the day weighs heavy on us/ eyes are getting lower, sitting bent up on the corner/ burnt out marijuana as evidence trying to out run The stress/ far from that elegant delegate suited at his desk/ I'm suited up in my best, my flannel jeans and a vest/ Yankee fitted on my wig, SB dunks on the set/ street dreams, tv screens is what we looking at/ fuck it ain't no looking back bitch now take a look at that/  (Hook) These days fly by we waiting on the hands of time/ to call our number so we kick it sitting bent reclined/ trapped in a state of mind, define by the bishops eye/ we pawns to the world lost... With no sense of time/...  These days fly by we waiting on the hands of time/ to call our number so we kick it sitting bent reclined/ trapped in a state of mind, define by the bishops eye/ we pawns to the world lost... Simply undefined/

Check by Check (Hook) Now Go and put your hands to the ceiling...I'm out for everything you got..it's that feeling.. That lifestyle you living is so appealing..compared to living check by.. check.../ And Aint no silver spoons where we come from/ come from../ ain't trust founds where we come from.. Come from/ aint no tomorrow's when today is barely over/ I'm out to be Oprah rich grinding till the day is over/ (Verse 1) Life styles of a villain on weekly pay checks/ with weekly payments/ past due on rental arrangements inpatient/ barely eating, tore up vans on the pavement embrace it/ hopping entertainment will lift me up out of this Limiting basement/ but in this life you know that play shit will make you famous that aint the goal/ I want that currency in pounds..fuck it in gold/ but fuck it won't sell my soul/ I plan to kick in the door of this industry like hello/ have ya seen him its HarveyUncouth watch me beam in/ like Scotty sent a nigga to damage your whole regime and/ I might just let one run back.. Solely so I can run lapse/ around your team and trust that/ ill leave a lasting impression like sinners redemption/ I know the intention.. I feel the tension/ I feel the pressure.. Each beat measure I know it's present/ I know that failure out to get to me while i chase success/ and it just laughs at me knowing that I ain't made it yet/ I know the intention.. I feel the tension/ I feel the pressure.. Each beat measure I know it's present/ I know that pleasure is out to distract me while i chase success/ and it just laughs at me knowing that I ain't made shit yet/  (hook) Now Go and put your hands to the ceiling...I'm out for everything you got..it's that feeling.. That lifestyle you living is so appealing..compared to living check by.. check.../ Aint no silver spoons where we come from/ come from../ ain't trust founds where we come from.. Come from/ aint no tomorrow's when today is barely over/ I'm out to be Oprah rich grinding till the day is over/ (Verse 2) Have you've ever felt.. This is the worst hand that you've been dealt/ the promise of legit money, is the sweetest shit you've smelt/ Have you've ever felt you have nothing to lose/ and everything to prove, the come up is over due/ the along awaited return of the realist/ the return of the fearless../ the return... of that rebel shit.../ I know ya feel this... I know y'all still wish../ upon a star.. Read between this bars and instill this/ we are not made or defined by/ societies concepts of wealth I'm defined by/ the fact i put in work.. For those who matter/ the time I spend away from home and you is like a battle/ each night I return in a once piece I have found peace/ in your embrace, and your face I see smiles and/ I'm like a thief in the night running for miles and/  I see them northern lights guiding me towards the crown and.../ well.. (hook) Go and put your hands to the ceiling...I'm out for everything you got..it's that feeling.. That lifestyle you living is so appealing..compared to living check by.. check.../ And Aint no silver spoons where we come from/ come from../ ain't trust founds where we come from.. Come from/ aint no tomorrow's when today is barely over/ I'm out to be Oprah rich grinding till the day is over/ (Outro) And it's a beautiful struggle.... And it's a beautiful struggle.... when your down and out is when they seem to judge you/ But at the same time is when they know who really loves you.. And it's a beautiful struggle.... And it's a beautiful struggle.... when your down and out is when they seem to judge you/ But at the same time is when you know who really loves you..

The Papers (Verse 1) Ayo I come from the struggle, The hustle, humble beginnings/ the muscles, the bottom inning, the troubles that lock you in it/ that hide your face, don't let em see you cry if you up in it/ thats seen as a sign of weakness, and we in it to win it/ see biggie showed us that from the bottom the skies the limit/ then I factored in the galaxy and saw The skies infinite/ we tend to box ourselves in these four walls we live in/ And tend to do some stupid shit always hoping to fit in/ if you could hear half the shit I see under this fitted/ then you would give in, but I write continue living/ a sane reality when propaganda is what we're given/ painting out side of the lines is something that's strictly forbidden/ I paint out side these lines like stian, yo who be stopping me/ when i properly body beats, bottom feats and new world novelties/ when childhood dreams, shelter schemes of water front properties/ a hip hop scene monopoly, and million dollar shipping sprees/ (Hook) (JuanSense) cuts Back in the days Biz said it was The Vapors  But today, I realize that it's the papers  (Verse 2) You can blame it on the less unfortunate for that fortune shit, i be touching shit/ forfeit it or call for it regardless, Here's force for it/ to conquer fortresses, dominance is so notorious/ spit in my Prominence for promises that's so victorious/ inglorious to many, who don't know what the story is/ his-tory is unaware of what this cate-gory is/ homie is keeping tabs, like I write it down recording it/ then homeboy is in the lab, like a rat on some Gordy shit/ hitting with the type of shit they breaking down the boarders with/ shooting with the type of shit you wait for the fourth quarter with/ now, can I kick it?...Watch the way I score this shit/ to be specific, i’m Prolific on my poet shit/ Razor sharp status, Reminiscent of a guillotine/ Through concrete jungles, we navigate in search of these/ opportunities of purpose to surface/ that in term is, the type of shit that you can't purchase/ (Hook) (JuanSense) cuts Back in the days Biz said it was The Vapors  But today, I realize that it's the papers 

The Atlas Complex/ Solomon's Theory (Intro) Got Gotham on my back....  Un..... Couth (Verse 1) I told my moms I'd make it far/ put it all in on these bars/ count my stars, push until I can't no more and disregard/ the bar, that limitation/ like weight classifications/ bad representation or project housing placement/ just get a fatter bank statement, let that be my statement/ the green wont bring you happiness, but it'll make shit move/ make gears turn like corrupted cogs/ I write my blues, in blacks on whites spawned for many dawns/ kings, bishop or pawn/ A Queen to set it off/ then set it off/ As i read it off/ I made a promise, told myself always keep it honest/ Embedded in my phonics, Ebonics, comics and my sonnets/ Uncouth to many, though heroic on the low/ the last dragon got the glow, a villainous approach/ body tracks like the iceman/ colder than Ice man/ or Iceland... Cooler than Mr. Freeze's life span/ (Hook) I got my world on back/ got my culture on my shoulders/ chains around my neck got my scale tipping over/ carry on the weight, shit i’m destined for the come up/ I'm Atlas at this, stand until my runs up/ from the slums of Gotham, I'm justice in the nights/ I'm chaos in my plights/ I flip a coin despite/ a self constructed perception of perfection/ a Solomon seven day history and resurrection/ (Verse 2) Currency is made in trust of the messiah/ I'm stacking them to pay priors, the percentage is higher same reasons why I'm/ up early crown worthy got a mind that's king worthy/ a voice thats unworldly/ and though love changes, these days its about what amount to/ well that depends.... whats the amount do?/ cause them checks ignite them flood lights like the levies/ niggas talking about phantoms son my chevy barely runs/  ain't no shame we on the grind shunned niggas taking aim/ while I up hill climb, to maintain / an apparatus skilled with the mechanical/ machinery an animal I show My teeth, and alligator mandible/ reach in, get torn up, I strike like mum chuck/ have you throwing your hands up like what a nun chucks/ I'm young trunks, aint even seen my true potential/ got 16s and murder schemes  all in sequential/ on instrumentals I'm a savage with a pencil/ sporting a mental, you couldn't trace up with a stencil/ rebel credentials Mastered the essentials/ Advanced like I meant to, with no consent due/ on the real......  (Hook) [2X] I got my world on back/ got my culture shoulders/ chains around my neck got my scale tipping over/ carry on the weight, shit im destined for the come up/ I'm Atlas at this, stand until my runs up/ from the slums of Gotham, I'm justice in the nights/ I'm chaos in my plights/ I flip a coin despite/ a self constructed perception of perfection/ a Solomon seven day history and resurrection/

In Time (Verse 1) ayo I'm pressed for time like my palm's on the clock/ and the world goes 'round like the hands on a watch/ And the come up is a trip, travel block by block/ when you can't knock the hustle still at legitimate spots/ still at ease with the summer breeze on the wind chill/ Parked in the same spot, tickets on my windshield/ there's tolls to be paid, we ain't made men yet/ and "yet" being the word most cats forget/ cause "yet" means there's a promise, some hope in the horizon/ moms keep on watching, you'll see your son is rising/ pops keep on pushing me, I got something to prove/ these four walls ain't enough, I need more rooms/ Baby girl is growing up, I gotta be that father figure/ cause cats ain't bringing up they kids so you gotta figure/ this world would be a better place if I stick around/ for her, carry that crown, So I show her/ that.. (Hook)  I put a hold on a day off/ You gotta work to get the pay off/ I'm putting in my time, to get myself Einstein/ a legend in my time!/  Living in these timeless times/ Looking at the world.. It's mine../  Looking at the crown it's mine../ Hours, minutes to seconds I'm still alive in time/ (Verse 2) I use to wish for better days, listening to better days/ got my raps game up, opposite of all my grades/ got my tatt game up, illustrative in my ways/ all I need is my bank now, legitimate forms of tender/ who's the pretender, When broke means broke?/ choke means choke, in the crowds, weed smoke/ when these lights are what you dream of, and you seem gone just because/ today ain't what tomorrow has in store for you so we just/ wait around hoping for shit to go down/ won't dig around, what now, ain't shit been found/ well how the diamond in the ruff shine?/ when no body Is really looking, and we fine, reclined/ not giving a fuck, when luck won't make it self/ you make your own luck, I bet all of it on myself/ son I ain't got much to lose, in fact it's quite the opposite/ the world is up for keeps, I'm copping all stock in it/ something to profit wit/ (Hook)  I put a hold on a day off/ You gotta work to get the pay off/ I'm putting in my time, to get myself Einstein/ a legend in my time!/  Living in these timeless times/ Looking at the world.. It's mine../  Looking at the crown it's mine../ Hours, minutes to seconds I'm still alive in time/ (Verse 3) Tonight I forget the troubles of this world/ And sport my smile out loud so grateful for my baby girl/ breathe in a breath of fresh air for my new heir/ We here... And in good health this gonna be a good year/ I woke up early in there morning with a different state of mind/ a creative way to rhyme, then I turned and shut the blinds instead/ I don't need the whole world looking in/ got enough to deal with, plus it's to early to begin/ since most emcees Now a days are depressed/ or stressed on some chain to grown shit/ I'm on my crown shit, I'm on my sound shit, that look at us now shit, turned it around and now we smile shit/ they want that cloud shit, that keep us down cause we brown shit/ so low to the ground shit, that in mud puddles we drown shit/ No! I'ma make to the top/ in my snack fitted I'ma make it off the block/ I'ma show em how I lock, in/ like I clocked, in,  how I stop in, to get to cropp-ing/ and cut the lames out the frame/ in this game, I'll remain a champion/  "Stop" it can't be done/ (Hook)  I put a hold on a day off/ You gotta grind to get the pay off/ I'm putting in my time, to get myself Einstein/ a legend in my time!/  Living in these timeless times/ Looking at the world.. It's mine../  Looking at the crown it's mine../ Hours, minutes to seconds I'm still alive in time/

Let Loose of Me (Hook) Wish I could change things now How it use to be/ Tore us down And we foolishly/ Stayed and drowned/  Just let loose of me!/  (Verse 1) I kick hot verses for a higher purpose/ a real nigga versus, serpentine like hurst’s, photos in purses/ of grieving mothers,  they first born lost to the streets/ like my old lady, lost me to a beat/ I repeat, we play for keeps/ but when you bet your life, there ain't no winning/ when losing is the only way of life/ there ain't no quitting while your ahead, sleepless laying in bed/ thinking of what it could've been like instead/ if we da came up draped up surrounded by the richest/ instead of lamed up, In the kitchen/ bitching, Hungry, starring at dirty dishes/ roaches on the tables, counters and sinks, and we're wish-less/ wishing we'd win on birthdays as christmas/ a better life, new sneakers on your wish list/ and acceptance, that's why the streets appeal to ya/ till your laid out, now, is that to Real for ya?/ (Hook) Wish I could change things now How it use to be/ Tore us down And we foolishly/ Stayed and drowned/  Just let loose of me!/  (Verse 2) They say be careful what you wish for, you just might get it/ be careful when your piss poor, you just might sweat it/ it might just take you to that place if you let it/ to the point of no return, then your trapped and regret it/ forgotten! Or laid to rest, Temporarily embedded/ in fading memories, Till your image manifests itself/ i seem to stress myself, thinking of what of I could've done/ to prevent this shit going down the drains, and some/ go on, not looking back, I stay on that/ beating myself up over spilled water! I'm trying to be a better father/ a better husband all together, a role model for my little brother through this weather/ I use the rain to cleanse my pain, and slowly drain the strain/ on my brain, to remain the same and not let this shit change me/ or rearrange me, display me to the masses/ in my reflection, a strange me/ a drained me! A man falling in pieces/ never fold, but in these creases/ I see what you would stand for, what some would kill a man for/ what some would plan for... And let history write demands for/ witnessed a man stand tall, not knowing he's meant to bleed/ Shot down InFront of his seeds, for what he believes in/ so what's the reason, when life is to short to stay dwelling on the bullshit/  (Hook) Wish I could change things now How it use to be/ Tore us down And we foolishly/ Stayed and drowned/  Just let loose of me!/ 

Bon Fires in December (Hook) This shit is colder than December ain't it?/ bring the game, I'll incinerate it/ and what they looking for is a Hero ain't it/ I play the villain well, ill burn it down so Ya can save it/  This shit is colder than December ain't it?/ bring the game, I'll incinerate it/ and what they looking for is a villain ain't it/ I play the Hero well, I'll put it out so ya can blame him/ (Verse 1) Witness that Raw and uncut, that realness you wishing for filled this/ empty tank which held our dreams down until this/ inspirational moment hit me, I see it so clear/ it's like it's smeared on the atmosphere/ on my northern light status, shine through the darkest night/ coldest weather, what ever i breath out flames, ignite/ the monuments and Spotless minds of those who's fatherless/ childhoods labeled colleges as last priority/ minus the scholarships/ and authority wasn't part of it/ Punking the kids in school sporting cardigans for audiences/ when parent teacher conferences was what started it/ since when do low test scores & short attention spans made you restarted?/ these are things that are suppose to better us/ their more like barriers, and in terms they hurry us/ to get up out of there we must fall in line like in god we trust/ a cash crop for uncle Sam till they Burry us/ trust... (Hook) This shit is colder than December ain't it?/ bring the game, I'll incinerate it/ and what they looking for is a Hero ain't it/ I play the villain well, ill burn it down so Ya can save it/  This shit is colder than December ain't it?/ bring the game, I'll incinerate it/ and what they looking for is a villain ain't it/ I play the Hero well, I'll put it out so ya can blame him/ (Verse 2) Still play the block like an instrument for the cream we sell our dreams/ and fall victims to routines on them screens we just feen/ we just place all our eggs in one basket, a casket/ when cats get hooked to that life style with no aspect/ of what it could be, Only focused on what it was/ and life passes on by, focused on what it does/ we, stay behind, becoming distant memories in rear views/ it's real cool, frozen in time like stills do/ we still do, wish upon stars for better days/ and hustle twice as hard hoping for better pay/ There's gotta be a better way, luck won't last for ever/ some burn out, or get put out out, some simply just get clever/ cook it up, chop it up, ladies showing off they stuff/ you got the dollars, you get the guts, others end up in hand cuffs/ some of us uppercut to break the ice and see the sun again/ ambitions to win seem naïve in this December breeze/... (Hook) This shit is colder than December ain't it?/ bring the game, I'll incinerate it/ and what they looking for is a Hero ain't it/ I play the villain well, ill burn it down so Ya can save it/  This shit is colder than December ain't it?/ bring the game, I'll incinerate it/ and what they looking for is a villain ain't it/ I play the Hero well, I'll put it out so ya can blame him/

Pardon Me Brotha (Verse 1) Let me state my case, I hale from the city of dreams/ it's ironic boy we never sleep trapped in them scenes/ I simply call it how I see it/ I don't act in ways, I be it/ man I'm 3D ready and you don't need glasses to see it/ I been broke enough to know the value of a dollar/ and I've acted stupid enough, to properly showcase a scholar/ me, on my blue collard worker shit at time it's like I ain't home enough/ to witness baby girl grow up but/ these times is ruff so most us just occupy a cup/ yeah.. You know fucking our livers up/ It's like tomorrow never came and we just dancing in the rain/ dancing through the pain only to sober up and relive it again/ again, I find my self surrendering/ to blue for school, amongst distinguished gentleman/ though.. Uncouth, never untrue my regiment/ is something special when my rhetoric prescribes the medicine/ though.. Uncouth never untrue my regiment/ is something special when my rhetoric prescribes the medicine/ damm.... (Hook) [2X] I inhale to exhale illustrations in motion/ broadcasting the dopest, To illustrate that focus/ wear it on my sleeve man these streets is furious/ you see the norths face this profile is atrocious/  (Verse 2) [16 Bars] Well I can show you the bells and the whistles! The flowers and missiles. The birds and the pistols but! I'd rather illustrate a perfect painted picture/ or a picture perfect painting perfectly blended like mixtures/ my prescription is your addiction, your conviction/ I blame myself for your condition./ but Jiminy cricket won't take his tole on me/ you can't keep me heavy hearted, I wear my heart on my sleeve/ so I, take a dose! In need of an escape/ put my headphones on blast, and press play on this tape/ then I move on, with my head to the clouds/ and bubbles around my dome like I'm thinking out loud/ though I can't escape this nightmare that I'm living now/ and what I'm dreaming now, ain't quoit how I'm feeling now/ and I can't figure out, the reason I've been bugging out/ these lights are shutting down/ think I'll be heading out/  (Hook) [2X] I inhale to exhale illustrations in motion/ broadcasting the dopest, To illustrate that focus/ wear it on my sleeve man these streets is furious/ you see the norths face this profile is atrocious/  (Verse 3) [16 Bars] So Smile for the cameras if you wild enough/ they'll make you famous baby, this life dangerous/ but then again, who wants to be a billionaire/ at any cost, like that ain't all of us? Who you kidding!?/ if money is the root of all evol, by western intellect/ and if you spell that backwards, love is its equivalent/ well something's incorrect cause some of that shit don't make cents/ how can something so evil have such a positive affect... On me?/ it's like that note when It hits on key/ and what it means when it speaks to me/ like how it go when I rock, it's like that flow you can't stop/ it's like I'm simply on top/ of the world... And I just feel I can't drop/ I can't fall, or plummet to the earth/ cause when you start at the bottom the top the only place to go/ and this something's better than nothing routine is getting old/ (Hook) [2X] I inhale to exhale illustrations in motion/ broadcasting the dopest, To illustrate that focus/ wear it on my sleeve man these streets is furious/ you see the norths face this profile is atrocious/