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92 Til'

by Tracy Lamont

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1/22/92 The birth of a legend Wordsmithing his profession Words inspire like the Reverend Don't carry guns But my friends hold weapons Friends from a life that had cops checking Worried might get that call from Mom's any second Lying tho my eyes all red when I stepped in Cleaned up a bit now I swear I was a mess then Know plenty girls that wish they never met him Know more women that never will they let him Go On they heart I got a hold Guess my swag sick So the girlies caught a cold Wit no ice on Boy my game on froze Stay so high that they just can't get over me My dreams worth more than a chain and a rover see Attaining my goals will put me in that Rover seat Grinds alot harder But the Faith's all over me Faith is believing Grind towards achieving Work as a team we can all live dreaming Put feelings aside Work in agreement A couple youngins putting in work and I see it You can pray all you want gotta grind to attain Maybe Gods real or a figment of the brain Mental attacks evoke thoughts in the brain But you can’t see that All you think is gain Tearing up my artform By the seams and the frame So ya nigguh BACK With a spine full of flame To attack those that rhyme reppin for the lames I’m tryna do it all take over every lane So I spit dope like a bird full of cane Imma Menace to society They’d rather me sell drugs than talk about propriety Y’all green getting thinner Stop the herbal dieting 92 Til’ illuminati quiet him Yea 92 Tiul’ Illuminati quiet him Bridge: 92 for now and for ever They ask when imma stop and I simply reply never I simply reply never 92 Til forever 92 for now and for ever They ask when imma stop and I simply reply never I simply reply never 92 Til forever Verse 2: I’m on my knees Praying pleading to God I need the strength to Stay and defeat the odds Old Navy’s coo But fuck a 9 to 5 job 8.50 ain’t scratch Slob on my knob I need canary yellow diamond Corn on the cob So this music shit gotta work Nigguh thats my job Life is a test that no man can study for But if you stay conscious then you can level the playing floor But if not You unlock gates to hells doors I’m steady meditating With thoughts of wanting more Than any artist before Only time will tell How far I soar
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Just tryna make music My momma would listen to Don’t focus on dissin dudes I know we been distant boo But I love you And I can’t lie I been missing you It’s song things I said I wish I could take back But they Got us here so fuck that let’s chill I know you hate my weed smoke but lets Build Build on 120 Learned a lot on my own You can’t take that from me You Kicked me out Should I not be bitter? Should I glorify your name With flashing lights and glitter? The bible says don’t bring your child to wrath I was just tryna flow Like water into a bath Now bask in the ambience I’m grateful for this path Saw lies in christianity Bet the church be banning me Lost Obannons G Lost in the vanity Lost in the world Brought a couple Twitter fans with me They just follow and dance for me Women swallow enhancing me Ma I got plans to be The motherfucking man Got damn Raw making me More real than I was I’m still true to myself Ma your sons not a thug But whoever need work Know I got it or I got the plug You got no power source You just gassed for your buzz Recently been humbled By chillin with my cuz Never thought he would be shit Ballin and he got his own whip I’m looking around Ion really got shit A bitch A dick Some weed To twist But I bet I roll up And forget all this 92 Til It’s diamonds in my grill Thats a metaphor Young I need a meal Then I need a Mill Then I need Amil Yea that bitch from the Roc Nigguhs abusing Hip Hop When will the shit stop? When we quit buying they bullshit How you popping Rose while you loading up a full clip Man You nigguhs sound foolish Never sold a ki I bet I tell you how to move it Been around a G And I even made a few flips Still do when I gotta When my stomach growling And I don’t see nada So when I see the money I might not even buy prada Cuz then they’ll say I’m pop Lady Gaga You nigguhs is not I The truth up in the spot I Bring the future to the past Well match they ass Young nigguh Old Soul Can’t match the class More swagg than your average bachelors Dad As awkward as my stature had Thought for itself Lemme think for a minute Conversations with OG about the reasons I’m in it I know the money gone come young I’m just tryna win it I told him we taking off Right from the beginning Now it’s happening in front of us Witnessing the beginning My nigguh talking 6 months and we all winning
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Verse 1: Listen to this Space, funk, Flow I got soul A grasp on the neck of this shit I got a hold And I might change styles Or switch flows With the prose of a dozen rows Beauty a dozen rose Missed the picture The oven close til I preheat and no one knows Til he missing and never shows 13 vision til soul glows Yea For a mind Such a mine Is a mine Dormant for a while Then blow up in short time Knock Knock Deliver rhymes like Papa Johns The real you still swimming in yo Papa John And he don’t get it he won’t feel it Till I drop a bomb BOOM cremate fuck the tomb Hook Verse 2: So listen to this Space, Funk, Flow I got soul You nigguhs gassed Under pressure I’m hot coal And I might slow it down Or Speed up the flow With the hold of a dozen bros Hitting a dozen blows Keep hitting until they froze OD from dope in nose From sniffing a kings flows I don’t listen to y’all foes If it’s missing then y’all knows No soul at y’all shows No soul in y’all growth Nigguhs making the slightest But always doing the most With them I don’t toast I coast Soar passed the bullshit Cuz them nigguhs foil plans All foolish Emotions got a few triggers so why pull it Ugh The come is crazy If you don’t fade the music it don’t phase me I’m hoping you shooting dead on Subliminals they won’t graze me It’s Tracy
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This album is a culmination of the lessons I've learned on this journey we call life. It expresses who I am to an extent and begins the foundation for #PHC. Peace. Happiness. Comfortability.

All songs were written and performed by "Tracy Lamont" Morris
Follow Tracy Lamont on Twitter @IamTracyLamont
92 Til' was mixed in its entirety by Brian Kidd (@MixEngineerK1dd )
All graphix by Bonez (@KnowledgeBonez_)
All Rights Reserved ©2015.

Tracy Lamont, a Durham, NC based emcee, just dropped his latest project 92 Til’, which is packed with boom bap beats, and classic samples. If anything, it only takes a few tracks to realize that Lamont’s ear for beats is on par, as are his bars. His first single was “Space, Funk, Flow,” which was well received in the hip hop blogosphere. Check out the rest of the album above, which is fairly solid.

- The Source (1/26/15)

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released January 22, 2015

All songs were written and performed by "Tracy Lamont" Morris
Producers: Tracy Lamont, Kelly Portis, Inspectah Morze, DA, and Fresco Stevens
92 Til' was mixed in its entirety by Brian Kidd (@MixEngineerK1dd )
All graphix by Bonez (@KnowledgeBonez_)
All Rights Reserved ©2015.

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Virginia’s Tracy Lamont is an artist creating eclectic music for the masses, never confining himself to one lane or sound. Calling Lamont an Artist is just the beginning, emceeing, beat making, singing and producing, Lamont’s versatility and impact in the studio makes him one of a kind. ... more

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