Make it Better

by brokeMC

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released May 5, 2007

Shout ot to my brothers Bisc1 and Domer for the verses. Also Holigan, Nolan Fisher, and Domer for the beats, and you for checkin me out!

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brokeMC Brooklyn, New York

brokeMC has been an innovator of the Indie NYC rap scene for ten years. Releasing three solo albums, collaborating on three albums with the famous MINDSpray Crew, and countless other cameos and contributions, he is a prolific creative force and active supporter of the NYC music community.

brokeMC believes in revolutions of heart and mind, expansion of soul and spirit, and evolution of perception.
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Track Name: Invisible Dangerous
It's danger us vs. danger them.

Stranger than fiction, lick my diction,
tricks of the trader, bounty hunter fiction,
sticks and stones like rocks and trees,
code breaker, home maker, ain't no foolin me.
cool as ice cream, jewels in my teeth,
schoolin creeps on the rules of the streets.
who competes? Nah, you don't stand a chance.
Hold to your seats or sit on your hands.
Hit it out the park or play it where it lands,
better listen up 'cause I'm making my demands.
shake up the system, beautiful collision,
every dollar earned I'm takin a commission.
Ain't that precious? Ain't the cute?
Hipster freak, distracted fool,
comin 'round my neighborhood,
better break out or you night get took.
Track Name: Way I Be
Dream a little dream, baby, or dream a giant
dream a beanstalk and try to climb it,
save yourself a princess, tag her royal highness
and slay that dragon before he realizes
I spy evil eye witches in Armani on 5th
Poison apple martinis, mazeratti broomsticks,
gucci heels, louis V bag of tricks
and a ginger bread condo with a view to make you sick.
I move quick through the gauntlet, spittin swords,
at orcs, trolls, ogres, politicians, and lawyers,
Destroyin knees caps like Gotti with a wood bat
givin cheese back to my people like a Robin HoodRat,
I'm a plain-clothes Paladin challenging the suspect
dust heads, my excalibur cuts checks, nuff said!
Got soul to revive the undead, save the day and ride the MTA into the sunset.

Dream on for eons, lucid out of body recon,
extra sensory perceptionists reading your neon
signs of the timeless, channel wisdom from the beyond
open up my chakras and let the spirits get their freak on.
Keep pace with the pavement singin these street songs
with knights of the circle cyphers, fighters for freedom,
who stay out all night just to worship the sweet dawn,
who live, love, fight, and fuck hard to appease God.
It's all playground politics, balance the see-saw
Hig and go seek, tag, king of the Titons,
Stingers from bees, wasps, birds in the treetops,
cross-pollination, hot and bother the weak spot.
Most of these models are beasts, dog,
you can bag em but you gotta swallow bottles of cheap shots. My
free thought protects me from gettin my dreams caught
and if you don't believe me you can go and clean your reeboks.

I dream with reckless abandon either layin out or standing
I dream of leaping over rainbows and never landing
I dreams of genies in lamps and gypsies in wagons
fortune teller phantoms with diamond crusted cap guns
I dream of action, I dream direction, I dream
Martin Luther King dreaming perfection, I dream
anthems, I dream epic compositions on canvas and
brick, sick montana masterpieces, I dream of
speaking the truth when the beat starts to roll,
exposing my heart and soul and heating the cold,
I dream of teaching the Tin Man, making the Lion less cowardly, and when I wake up I make my dreams a reality.

It's just the way I be...
Track Name: Same Faces
I been a goner, got her on a spin cycle, hot and bothered, teeter totter caught her on the chin with a sweeter offer.
Real monster grin at a thin Madonna, ink blotter,
Win a proper dinner, anything, just don't drink the water.
Imprint a cinnamon submissive in a phantom opera,
blinking at the whispering visions of a candelabra,
Sample all the bad land pantomimes, pentagrams;
pencil in appointments with the Devil and his denizens.
Den of Sin resident ignoring all the evidence,
sorting out the sordid porridge testers tasting poisonous.
Voiceless toy of war, boycott - choice is yours.
Sore spot omnivore, lost his own, scopin yours.
Open doors, frozen ocean, overdose, comatose
poster whore roaming with a clothespin on her nose.
Gropin for the notion and words for the perfect potion curin all the serpent omens burnin at your virgin's robes.

no it's just not as easy as it was...