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Capital E
03:39
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Yeah
(Yeah... yeah)
Taste good, don't it?
Capital E... BBE (Haha)
Yeah... on the mic
(Yeah... uh... yeah)
You're checking out the big boy, with the Capital E
On a smooth track I rock a microphone steadily
To be successful, my mental gotta be stable
I grind hard to put food on the table
Life's the music and we must dance
With James Brown's legs I boogie on the dance floor, caught in a trance
I'm not a wasteman that's not been able, from the cradle
With strategies like a house of cards on a crooked table
You better face reality, or it's nothing but the harder way
For me I choose the power play, the time is here
Took me years to win a single game, and a little more to win, every single one
So drop the Band-Aid approach, for the record it's a big boys game
And half steps come with killed hopes
Hope you get it now, it's time to go for broke
My words are gold melted into sound, it's the masterstroke, it's the masterstroke
It's time to say hello, to the bro with the master flow (Bro with the master flow)
Doing it like a pro, local and international (Local and international)
And this is how we roll, hey I don't even have to show, have to show
Original is what your boy is, I'll take you to heaven and back I promise (I promise)
(Yeah)
Don't even underplay, I got plans anyway
Can't underestimate the role love and support play
Babies crying "mom stay"
A hopeless man could turn into a top contender, automatically
Be mentally what you decide to be
Exploring avenues every night, morning, and afternoon
Deep inside of me the will is strong, I got to keep moving on
I know where I'm going, and everywhere I be my confidence be showing
Can't even touch, when I'm just about to buss
And the verdict is unanimous
The real deal what I portray, yo I'm never stuck in a rut
And I be doing mines anyway
Hey yo I'm part of the scene, part of the team
Dope cats like a Grand Slam, they're few and far between
That's how it goes, thought I should let you know
Got lessons for semi-pros and their twinkle toes (And their twinkle toes)
It's time to say hello, to the bro with the master flow (With the master flow)
Doing it like a pro, local and international (Local and international)
And this is how we roll, hey I don't even have to show (Have to show)
Original is what your boy is, I'll take you to heaven and back I promise
(Yeah, yeah)
This is how I roll, I don't even have to show, have to show
Don't have to show
(Yeah)
(BigBoyEllis)
And this is how I roll, hey I don't even have to show, have to show
(Don't have to show, don't have to show, don't have to show)
Ahh ahh
(Uh, yeah)
Yeah (We're out)
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2. |
Let It Be
03:29
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(Yeah)
Relax your mind (Yeah... hehe)
Relax your mind
(Yo) yeah
(BBE... Walter 1ders... yo)
As I get ready to evoke emotions with what I wrote
The mic got its hands on my throat, I'll never choke
I speak clearly, leaving my contenders provoked
Stay calm and hold your balance if you're treading a tight rope
I learned from the old folks how life sometimes can feel like a joke
I laugh but ain't nothing funny, the struggle is real
I know how it feels when you're hopeless, I've been there
I be stronger now, with a stronger will
Ready to fulfill what has to be, with a Sun Tzu strategy
Don't be mad at me, I wanna be rich and live happily
Time is a valuable commodity, I don't waste it
I may slip and fall sometimes, but I'm quick, to get back on my feet
Surviving in this concrete jungle, I'm Rambo
Connecting pieces like Columbo
I figured it out, forget the fussing and doubts, believe in yourself B
Don't worry about nothing, just do you, and let it be
Let it be (Just let it be)
Just let it be, yeah, just let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be (Let it be) let it be (Let it be)
Just let it be (Just let it be) yeah (Let it be)
While I'm microphone checking, peops keep dancing
Coming out your mansions, the world keeps advancing
Sometimes it gets too complicated
You just wanna get away, speaking to the desolate ones
You've got the mind to overcome the bad episodes
Letting it go, the Big Boy's here to let you know
Felt something kind of blue, but did what I had to do
Inspired by the bebop, achieved the impossible
Sick to the stomach, to see the rise and the plummet
It's periodic, you're going back to the summit
It's yours for the taking, grab a blunt, smoke a fag
Couple of drags, and keep the rest in your duffel bag
Getting the after taste, now you don't have to wait
Get the tools out, smashed it, now it's happy days
All what you're telling me, is all for the memory
On to the next one, you know it's time for you to let it be
Let it be (Just let it be)
Just let it be, yeah, just let it be
Let it be, let it be, let it be (Let it be) let it be (Let it be)
Just let it be (Just let it be) yeah (Let it be)
We're on our way, we're on our way
We're on our way, we're on our way
We're on our way, we're on our way
We're on our way, we're on our way, just let it be
Let it be
Tomorrow always come
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Jazzy With It
03:03
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One afternoon in sunny June, I was on the phone
The voices at the other side sounded fully grown
They talked to me about the masterpieces from Max Roach
Critically acclaimed, that's when I became a fanatic, it was never the same
Heard the vocalist connection with the rhythm section
Introspection with the musical direction
Thelonious with the jazz tunes was my progression, perfection
It was some kind of medicine, the antidote, the best thing
Taking long breaths on the highway stretch
Giant steps from John Coltrane, it's all correct
During flights, grab a seat, on the window or the aisle
Just about to do the miles, playlist precompiled
Joe Henderson, absolutely knew how to do it
Fantastic on the sax, the way he blew horns was fluid
Time factor, under no pressure to kick it faster
I'll be back after twenty seconds with the second chapter
All right
All... all right
Jazz... all... all right
Sounds funkified, kinda laid back, take that
No paybacks, I'm that nice, you know that I'm a jazz cat
Flip rhymes like flapjacks over jazz beats
It's equivalent to mad vitamins, for the recipients
Sound hit you with a good feeling like kisses and caresses
Horses and carriages, the whole sound impresses
Part of my successes, hope you remember this
Connect your mind, body, and soul, with the jazzhop therapist
The style of rap, is going the way of the dinosaur
But I understand most populations wanna hit the dance floor
Where's your convictions, I like to come clean
For me, it's like a marriage, sex pretty routine
It's like jokes with two queens, obscene
Talking about teabags and foreskins, sit back and watch screen
High fidelity, feeling is heavenly, infinite melody
Incredible dope, so imma just let it be known
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Bad Behaviour
03:09
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Kinda surprised I let it be, and we co-existed
Mad 'cause I never insisted until the smokescreen was lifted
I find it twisted when I see you bust your arse to get shortlisted
You're a slave to materialism, and other isms
And other crazy names like that
You ain't all that and a bag of chips, playing out your script
I could see the signs and I could tell you're tripping on a very thin line
Brains over physique
'Cause anything bigger than me, is probably nothing but a hyper vascular freak
Nah, I'll chill with the geeks
Lady, is you for real or is you a branch swinger
'Cause I can see you're trying to take control over my very inner
Self-destruction is what you're wanting
And you're quite nothing but a black hole for money and time
Forget the Bonnie and Clyde ish, it's all mind tricks
Can't stand all your crap and your nonsense, you're fake and you're taking the mick
Your bad behaviour make me wanna go alone
I used to think that we had something oh so special...special
Your bad behaviour make me wanna go alone
But now I realise that you are nothing special...special
She was frontin' like a snowflake
But I found out she was only after my cake
Give and take but now you've been sentenced to doom and decay
At this point imma walk away, you're riding the gravy train and gets no more pony rides
It's my world and your rules don't apply
You've finally been served with the humble pie
Tolerance in short supply with no compromise
And now you're barking up the wrong tree and doing it casually
I see you're giving me the third degree
You're a place holder; bend lower, to my seed sower
Of course you're messing with a high roller
No doubt, if it stinks then I'm dumping it out, what you talking about
Now get the effin' F out
How 'bout the vows that you made, throughout the times that you laid with no clothes
Body exposed with your pantyhose, before you went all grandiose
Just right under my nose
Your bad behaviour make me wanna go alone
I used to think that we had something oh so special...special
Your bad behaviour make me wanna go alone
But now I realise that you are nothing special...special
Your bad behaviour make me wanna go alone
I thought that I was the love of your life
Your bad behaviour make me wanna go alone
Since all we do is curse and fight
Say what?
Stay away from me
Yeah
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5. |
Daily Dozen
03:11
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Yeah... uhh
Calculated... hardly duplicated
The appeal is undeniable... uhh
It's BigBoyEllis... BBE
Taking off the package reveals a man that gets it drilled in ya
With nerves of steel, a man that fits the bill
Upgrade points, headshot kills, and round bonuses
Exceptional rhymes got 'em looking for who the author is
I run deep, the way I bomb freaks
Take 'em out with one sweep, shut your mouth and let the don speak
The rhyme is, sweet like ice cream and cones, tea and scones
Hit the milestones, respect is shown
My style is never set in stone
Looking at a million factors, the real Al Capone, with the heart of stone
Escalate the frame when I'm chilling with my people
Trademark surreal, when I spark the great upheaval
Been around the world, through the smooth and rugged terrains
Seen a wide range, both the common and mad strange
It's money and time I devote
So when I approach, you get wrecked, or even delirious off the rhymes I wrote
Creating new realms with pens and keystrokes
And get the word out to the hustlers and all ma established folks
Cutting off the flim-flam, turning on the lamps
If you weigh about half a gram, you surely need approval stamps
I was never the nicest, but with my inner circle I'm paying bar prices
I still love vanilla slices
I get the chumps in a state of fluster
And just to keep 'em in line, I get 'em all accosted by the mustard (gas)
I be vile, at your late night patio freestyles
The word play that we pile making me smile
I never blow a gasket but they scamper, when I drop my stanzas, colossus
Win the trophies for keeps
They're waiting for the next release to say the least
Craft the master flow, spread the proclamation by the piece
It's like that, you see how the suckers lie flat
Going back to my habitat, but I'll be right back
You couldn't hack it
Bring your questions I've got the answers
I got the followers believing
BBE... everyday... in the mornings... and maybe in the afternoons as well
Walter 1ders on the beat
Check, check, check, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out one time
Peace to my man Marvylous
And we're out like that
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