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This EP is my second compilation of sample-based beats I made almost entirely using a basic Roland sampler, but this time I invited 8 MC's out of U.S. to support me with rhymes.

Warsaw, Poland 2010

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released 31 December 2010
Beats by myspace.com/elhuana
Artwork by bartek[at]rejdych[dot]com

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tags: beats hip hop/rap hip-hop lo-fi sampling Warszawa

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Track Name: Hard Work feat. Pacoe The Illiterate
We in the hood stressing some lose hair over it
lose sleep over it lost friends over shit
fuck it I maintain try to stay sane
these hoodrats trying to drain my main vein
then turn around and fuck with your main man
it never gets to me cause I got game
when I'm down and out I smoke that good strain
passive at times but dont think the gods changed
why aint I a known artist when I work the hardest
I ask myself but I wont quit regardless
folks in my own town hate on me
fuck radio play and shows I'm number 1 in the streets
your taste buds are wack seek a second opinion
wanted to shine so much even turned to religion
didn't choose to be in this position god made me gifted
my rhymes designed to be considered uplifting

can't have everything you want in life so why not trade it for rhymes
lyriclly driven to leave a lasting impression through time
sit back and let it digest a little bit
I paid my dues and went through shit to be really sick
look not everyone can come ill like this
it aint to good where I'm at this is real life shit
want to write while alive and leave something good for the kids
you know music that fits on some historical shit
something for my race to embrace while everyone can relate
my voice carries pain indigenous features on my face
anywhere and everywhere I go I feel displaced
secure my place in heaven for heavensake
the gods and the earth disperse emotions through my verse
hate wack kids disrespect chicks so I'm considered a jerk
I only spit the truth everytime that I work
being Pacoe the Illiterate is fucking hardwork
Track Name: No Matter feat. June Marx
No matter the distance,
im like the heavens star,
so gather to listen,
no matter where you are
the craft and the wisdom,
the passages and scars,
I capture the vision,
no matter how far

Im liver than most, classified dope
no matter Poland or the Ivory Coast
inspired by hope, every line that i spoke,
they cant deny what i wrote,
i rise from the smoke, no famous guest feature,
still my transmissions reach ya
a spiritual seeker, script of a teacher
packaged sent, listeners eager
im a gift for your speaker,confirmed delivery,
respect earned instantly,
while rappers yearn victory,
i suggest you do research and learn history cause,
you get in the industry, you still a slave
treated like kids who misbehave
its still a cage
even if skill is paid, the world gone feel my rage
I chill and blaze, to the sounds of elhuana
marxman I bless them proper
cant run from the truth kid,we gone find ya-wether
by boat or helicopter
never dishonor, or stray a diffrent road, obey the written code
pray from the pits of my soul,spray hit u when mental clips unload,

No matter the distance,
im like the heavens star,
so gather to listen,
no matter where you are
the craft and the wisdom,
the passages and scars,
I capture the vision,
no matter how far
Track Name: Connection feat. Freeform Logistics
Blessed to be in this position as my destiny switches
From left to right, from that stress to sunlight
As I step on this new path bright, walk with a purpose
Seasons sure to change till my next life dispersed
After verses I write buried in hearses for flight
Taking up words to the skies when I reclaim the spiritual side
Mixing up verbs to collide like hadron
In mad songs that play on and on
Till dawn and beyond time where the muse resides
Infused in the clues I fly thru clouds and sound signs
Profound kids of layers gettin savored like flavors of artistry
And I prove it's always been a part of me
Steady improving it marvelously
Fluid in the wave form, soothing to sit in the storm
Walls of sound clash and born a new tradition
Uplifting the conditions consistent when I be spittin it
Inflicting incisions upon enemies, bars their wisdom
When they're barred in a prison from the words written
That's why I step on my own path that's intricate
The infinite, connected together with the penmanship
Track Name: Relations... feat. Paw-Dukes
Why must we treat each other so poor?
We used to be best friends kissing and smiling
Now we enemies fighting and wyling
Maybe it’s time we call it quits foreva
Hard pill to swallow, it’s gone make us betta
Or maybe we should get it together or maybe not, maybe not

You never know what you have until it’s fully gone
By the time you find out she’ll be so far gone
Maybe if I was a bit nicer, things would be different
Maybe if she wasn’t so belligerent,
We could cope, bickering about the small stuff, things change
Used to be lovers for life, now it ain’t the same
Treating each other like animals, we fair game
At the time it was nothing, now we feel the pain
Numb towards each other’s feelings---Novocain
Now we looking back in retrospect---window pane
Now it’s time to move on, nothing left to gain
Last week I was chillen, not paying attention
Yesterday I called her fat, I probably shouldn’t have mention
Just the other morning we got into it real heavy
Arguments on the daily is starting to get real petty, real petty

Why must we treat each other so poor?
And give up on the things we work so hard far
We used to be best friends kissing and smiling
Now we enemies fighting and wyling
Maybe it’s time we call it quits foreva
Hard pill to swallow, it’s gone make us betta
Or maybe we should get it together or maybe not, maybe not
Track Name: Alive feat. Adru The Misphit
I can hear my mic crying while i sit silently
I hear my mic crying-my mic crying
I can hear my mic crying asking when my time will be-
All I can do is keep this alive inside of me-

/All I can say is it's a day i pray I'm alive to see...

fuck the bullshit, i gotta pull this up outta me,
so many heads be doubting while my own head shouts at me-
inner-tension,imperfections,misconceptions, mis-direction,
inner vision twisting when living in indecision..
i'm trying not to listen to the bugs in my ears,
then the floor falls out- the rug dissapears,
& it's the ones i try to trust that pull it up from underneath me,
while those i don't know-somehow seem to see me..
from a distance, just close enough to look me in the eye,
& with a nod of our heads-thats our last goodbye...
my words too disturbed, nerves to worn & thin-
guess i learned to purge instead of hold it all within,
still sharp as lion teeth, rhymes Brian's Song deep,
lines shining vibrantly like a krylon piece
my underlying theme is an undying dream-
in a world that would rather see me die in my sleep..
this goes out to those that know about my this hunger & drive,
any head that can relate to my struggle to rise..
from one spot on to the next, cause & effect,
people try to read me- getting lost in the text-
a twisted mind misaligned, a lifetime or two too old-
eyes to wide-they pry through souls..
till the ones i truely wish would be the ones that understood me the most,
push me away if i stay too close...
so if i gotta live my life pressed up against a wall-
i guess my best deffense is just "fuck em all"...
the solitude will suit me to a tee i guess,
why should it bother you? it's my heart that bleeds through my chest..
if you remember me for anything-then let it be this--
anyone that's ever met me won't EVER forget,
then ask yourself if it was all just part of my plan---
but don't ever question a man you could never understand...
Track Name: Desde feat. Vida Killz
Dangerous
How pages unfolded left him angered just
Waiting to see her
but what she don’t know is
Tonight will her poems ending
Hopeful bending
And this goes out to all ‘em cats from
Broken homes
Where parents couldn’t find a connection
Leading all to fail and left to pieces
Seeking a brand new day
It’s the same song no ending
Hope is spawned where the notes blend into
Her headpiece
was left scarred never knew which way to
Play with a swollen heart
And this is why you’ll never hear me on la radio,
I stay Preaching only ART
truth is love has more power than any commodity
And to most
Its like marriage is noose from which the pendulum swings
Institutionalized upbringing,
Apart of a mechanism much larger than we know
Mi familia es la unica cosa que necesito
Comprised of folks who I’d never think could reach in
and Understand me as an equal
At times So detached from emotions
You would think of me as evil
Buuut this is from a cat, desde una broken home
Truth is word play is all I’ve known

When you come into my mind
You’ll see that all is a surprise
No discretion, no more lies
Its seems as though these beats hold my life

And it goes some souls are broken so
Ill reach inside
And show the rope
From which to tie your tired soul to

When you come into my mind
You’ll see that all is a surprise
No discretion, no more lies
Its seems as though these beats hold my life
Track Name: Later feat. Respect Tha God and L.I.F.E. Long
[L.I.F.E. Long]

Not saying good-bye,
See you in a second alligator,
In a while crockadile,
Peep you in a minute,
For now,
gotta make moves through-out the equater,
not leaving,
just until a little bit later.


[Respect Tha God]

Gone but not forgotten,
Soon to be seen again,
That smash mouth shit,
We used to spit on the corner,

Brown bag, 40oz, and a dutch in my ear,
Paint a picture so clear,
You wish you was burning,

May be gone for now, but be back in a year,
No need for worrying little homie,
I’m also wondering,

Not a profit, more like Khalil Gibran,
Wondering Hobit,
Gather my team to break them,

I’m respect tha god, spit serious talk,
Perverted all day,
Spit darts so ya’ll quote,

My momma on my ass,
Said go hard OR give it up,
So your stuck between a rock and this shit,
Caged Clips.

Brook Nam to Warsaw,
Deliver dirty anchors,
Mangling Mic cords,
All for Hip Hop,

Please ask around OR Google search the name,
You’ll see Gritty City and hear shots dropping like rain.


[L.I.F.E. Long]

Not saying good-bye,
See you in a second alligator,
In a while crockadile,
Peep you in a minute,
For now,
gotta make moves through-out the equater,
not leaving,
just until a little bit later.


[Respect Tha God]

Nobody do it like this no more,
That’s why you need me,
Add my clan we light fire, were the tee-pee,

It may be gone for some but be back in a jiffy,
Like life when its simple,
Or these lines when they hit you,

I channel each member of fam before I spit you,
Then circle back to pay homage,
Shit – I’m Respect!

The God shed light for me,
So I show love,
Get out of line catch a bad one,
You niggaz ain’t hard!

Scared by the truth,
So cold in the booth,
Smack the shit out your ass for trying to touch my grass,

This shit here is hard body,
Like young Gottie with a Shottie,
I ain’t going no where, I’m molding my carbon copy,

Ask my momma she’ll tell you,
I’m stubborn as hell,
Add henny and Bun-Bun,
and I’ll crack your shell!

This authentic hip-hop,
Done like no other,
Go cave man and pull the hairs from your lover!