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by brokeMC

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The Flow 02:20
So lemme break it down for ya, it’s not as easy As it looks to run with the bulls and butt Heads with the best of em, there ain’t a Recipe or strategy to test your luck Cause the dice are gonna roll no matter how you throw and no one really knows when their number’s up, so go all in, spin the wheel, throw caution to the whirlwind, pins and needles on your skin from the high dive and this is what it feels like to finally be alive. lets be honest you been holding back since that little something something started to attract dust but the symptom’s the result of succumbing to the bull instead of grabbing those horns and never letting go. Let’s go, let’s feel the flow as it heats up our blood and speeds up the pulse, the rhythm of the mission, conditions are critical so get lifted and we’ll levitate the whole citadel
Warpiggy 03:10
DreamsDance 04:55
Things are looking up, they’re looking grand, they’re looking brighter I’m not sure how I got here, and I’m not sure what the time is Been tryin’ to get in touch with God, but he’s treating me like Midas Laissez faire in love and war, shoulda known money was a virus I fell into the dream, they promised it’d be quick and painless Thrown into the mouth of madness, a gaping cave of pagans Dancing in the dark with Bjork and all her favorite sadists With nothing left to do but stay awake and get faded I guess I paid admission, plus I paid off all the cops I paid my weight in gold to the piper and his entourage Surrounded myself with beautiful phantoms and debutantes Shiny faces tryin hard not to look me in the eyes At the bottom of the wishing well There’s a place we can all disappear Well I guess it goes to show there ain’t no right or wrong And you never know what you got til it’s gone and left you alone Your friends turn into paper machete and your women are silicone In a zone of smoke and broken mirrors so what do you really know? A joke’s a joke and I love to laugh but this one’s getting old, An overdose of thunder claps and pretty maids all in a row. Another year gone up in smoke, a magic trick to dust and bones, A savage sip of southern comfort zones to make my hunger go. But somewhere there’s an answer to the shadows and their dancing Where the nights are less polluted by the jack o’ lantern’s laughing, Where we can pat the Buddha bellies while all the genies lamping, And we’ll all turn into fishes and all the wishes will be granted.


released April 24, 2013


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brokeMC Brooklyn, New York

Since 2005, brokeMC has been an innovator of the Indie NYC rap scene. Releasing five 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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