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It takes something for us to take a stand for what we believe in in this world. The easiest thing to do is to follow the path of least resistance – to do what society expects us to do and blend in with the masses. But to stand for something, to acknowledge a cause greater than ourselves and work diligently towards forwarding that cause, is among the hardest things we as human beings can do.

What makes consistently standing for a certain cause so difficult is that if we are sincere in our efforts and actually begins to make progress towards our goals, then we will invariably face obstacles and even opposition. On the quest to materialize our dreams in this world, it is essential that we have others in our community agree with our vision and share our commitments. Unfortunately, a by-product of expanding our effectiveness in realizing our goals is that we are bound to come across much indifference, apathy, cynicism, and possibly even direct opposition to that which we are committed to. For every dream in this world, there exist forces that have No Agreement to it being fulfilled.

Another form of No Agreement, less obvious and more insidious that external opposition, is our own resistance to our own greatness. No Agreement towards ourselves can take the form of self-doubt, self-sabotage, self-destruction, disempowering beliefs, fear, anxiety, confusion, and even self-created rationalization against fulfilling on our own commitments. In order to be able to effectively face obstacles in the external world, we need to learn to master our own internal worlds so that we can stay clear and focused on what we say we stand for. Because at the end of the day, all we can truly own are our own words and actions in our given circumstances – everything else is in some degree beyond our control.

The source of human greatness is our ability stand firm to our commitments in the face of No Agreement. Regardless of our circumstances, our past experiences, our limitations or disadvantages, we always have the ability to choose who we are going to be in this world. And if we are courageous enough to be unwavering in what we stand for, if we maintain our integrity with our commitments, promises to others and most of all with ourselves, then we are already living into the future that we want to see materialized right now.

Choose to be powerful. Choose to be courageous. Choose to manifest your own greatness.

Stand for what you say you stand for – In the Face of No Agreement.

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released April 12, 2011

“In the Face of No Agreement” RTR102 released by Revolutionary Times Records © 2011.
All instrumentals produced by Noyz.
Cuts on Track #11 by DJ Creative.
Tracks #2 and #9 recorded and mixed by Belvia Sounds. All other tracks mixed by Gametyme Studio.
Album mastered by Euphonic Sound.
Album art courtesy of MC FÜBB, Slick Nick, and the internet.

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Track Name: Feet Don't Fail
LYRICS:

My feet hurt – knees weak, head heavy
but I won’t stop, muscle like a mustang Chevy
trudging on this path, though it doesn’t feel steady
I asked God for guidance, He told me I was ready
steady grinding, see I’m putting the work in
it’s hurting, these rappers just skin-deep like Jergens
nursing their wounds like a bottle of sorrow
already told you, I’m building for a better tomorrow
you can follow if you want but I’d rather that you stand with me
walk with me, talk with me, make a plan with me
but it’s evident, most kat’s are hesitant
getting out their comfort zone – something that they never did
no Foundations, they’re standing on some gelatine
ya’ll can keep faltering, man – I’ll keep getting in
doubters wanna try to assail me,
with their arrows impale me
I’m praying that my feet don’t fail me

Marching on this path, and I can’t turn back and-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
I’ve come too far now to back-track and-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
I’ma stay driven, living out my vision and-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
Cuz I ain’t gonna flop unless my feet stop, so-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

Feet don’t fail
spit scripts flipped like Christ-bale
ya’ll need to get the fuck off my set!
the crusader with no cape or cowl
straight up like Simon Cowell
while most full of shit like Colin Powel
if you could see the motivation my steps
you’d understand I’m standing for the children that ain’ even took a breath yet
to leave a legacy for future generations
there’s destruction in stagnation so I focus on creation
elevation, I rise to overstand the situation
even though my feet are blistered and sore, I’m more patient
but not waiting for my destiny to come
the drum, I’m addicted to
the beat is the vehicle
the mic. is the conduit
speakers what I’m speaking through
as long as there’s a 5% chance that I’m reaching you
I’ll keep writing rhymes on the daily
knowing that I’ll prevail, see
believing that my feet won’t fail me

Marching on this path, and I can’t turn back and-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
I’ve come too far now to back-track and-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
I’ma stay driven, living out my vision and-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
Cuz I ain’t gonna flop unless my feet stop, so-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

Even when my head’s the heaviest, remember this
progress is almost never effortless
but struggling ain’t a requisite for gettin’ it
matter fact, forget that – I’m being it
what I wanna see in the world, I set free with it
the microphone that is, like a cyclone in the midst
of the biz of this rap shit,
respect I amass it
platinum not plastic
the status quo – surpassed it
so now I stand out like a Jew amongst Catholics
hip hop’s daily bread
I’m feeding what your soul’s needing
what’s been neglecting through years of mental inbreeding
you might have to rewind that, but let me explain:
your life’s an expression of where your mind’s at
my minds on gratitude
benevolence in my attitude
and transformation of the world; no it’s not a platitude
I’m on my track, you’d need a train to derail me
I’m focused and I promise that my feet won’t fail me

Marching on this path, and I can’t turn back and-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
I’ve come too far now to back-track and-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
I’ma stay driven, living out my vision and-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
Cuz I ain’t gonna flop unless my feet stop, so-uh
I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
Track Name: 60 Bars (You Ain't Hip Hop)
LYRICS:

You ain’t hip hop
You ain’t a rap-star
I see these specimens up close in a glass-jar
Ya’ll can fall back now, ya’ll can back off
half of ya’ll say you grinding, really just slack off
I make love to the beat – you suckas jack off
bust on the track like I’m busting a hymen
what you say you represent, most of ya’ll lying
I’m on some Yoda-Jedi-Zen shit, stop trying
Do or not, otherwise make excuses, I’m ruthless
and I’m a bad dentist to these cavity rappers
which means that I’ma leave ya’ll toothless
the booth is a sacred place that you can’t desecrate
emulate, what you see on TV then you hesitate
when it comes to surfaces I penetrate through lyricism
got my artistry way beyond empiricism
suckas MCs huddling, in a fear-position
rappers spit clichés about how they keep it real
but the fact is they only as authentic as the feel
that’s some wackness, my word is my bond – my integrity
while kats give their word like they’re drunk off the Hennessy
and forget what they said so it’s easily revealed
that their word don’t mean shit – splattered like bugs on windshields
rapper voodoo dolls: tell me how these pins-feel
claiming true but ya’ll never been-real
doing what ya massa-chooses like you grew up in Springfield
that ain’t racial-epithet, your masta is your mental-set
that you don’t even know you have, hidden in the context
best that you consider this a bomb-threat
cuz ticking in the brain’s pain stuck without a faucet
people more repressed than gays in the closet
I hit ‘em, they like “yo FUBB stop it
you exposing way too much about how to make a profit”
like Black Thought said,
“rappers spittin nails into their own coffins”
in the danger zone now it’s too late for caution
fuck rappers claiming that they be the bosses
obviously bullshit, that’s what they facade is
I see their inauthenticities like blips on the radar
I choke ‘em from afar, similar to Darth Vader
breathing hard, they got the fear of man instead of God
like they bluffing on the river just praying for that card
to show up, I can’t front, sometimes life is hard
but we always got a choice of how we gonna respond
face it with a sober mind or choose to face it with the chron
despite, what’s going on
we create, right and wrong
our fates, are not drawn
we say, what’s true law
we pray, to the Koran
or with a bible recital or psalm
speak directly to God when I compose a song
that’s just the type of shit I’m on
love it or hate it I still state it
I already made it
motherfuckers tried to shit on my grave and desecrate it
I took the environment I found myself in and elevated
high pitched on the mic you can find me in the treble
people hate, but water tends to seek its own level
I keep climbing higher and some heads left to settle
though I offer metamorphosis to all these walking corpses-es
my third eye see walking dead, sixth sense reports the shit
blessed with perspective, through raps I portion it
instead of forcing my hand like an extortionist
fuck where your Porsches is
raw? of course it is
slaughter all these false prophets
leave this rap game looking like an orphanage
Track Name: Imagination
LYRICS:

we all live within the confines of our minds
I look to those who used theirs great, like Einstein
he said knowledge isn’t as important as imagination
and genius is 99% perspiration
so I’m putting it work like Gang Starr
but for more than putting money into where banks are
every morning I thank God
that I’ve been blessed with the vision
to see beyond my front door, imagine much more
than what I can see with my own two – eyes
what I’ve grown through – lies
found a beat to write this poem to
reading through textbooks, I realized my own truth
learn about your subconscious, otherwise it owns you
most people think, “you gotta see it to believe it”
the way I see it, I gotta believe it to see it
and that applies to anything, that applies to everything
from joy in your heart to the diamonds on your wedding ring/
my word ain’t no petty thing, I use it
to create life when I rhyme through the music
my attitude I choose it
at any given moment
my mind-state, I own it
wherever I roam, it’s
always a part of me
dreams once distant are no longer far to me
tho the path was hard for me
the past is just a scar to me
I write rhymes nastier than sodomy
I live and breathe hip hop, it pumps through my arteries

HOOK:
Instead of cynically resigning to my obstacles
I’m imagining the world that is possible
You can constrain my frame, deal me pain, but
my imagination remains unstoppable (x2)

As a man thinketh, so shall he be
so I know that I’m a fresh MC
you wanna come against me?
that’s a bad look
your whole crew like a team of bad cooks
and that’s the reason ya’ll ain’t eating
how you expect people to eat off the bullshit you feeding?
bring that wackness the wrong place, that’s how you catch a beating
ya’ll be fuckin up the sequence with the flow that you’re impeding
I leave you sucka MCs like my hairline, receding
for lacking creativity
I write holy like the church of the nativity
while ya’ll lyrics holy like swiss cheese
with activity that simply is lacking inspiration
drenched in mediocrity with no imagination
how you call yourself an artist but don’t recognize creation
that the spoken word has in its full manifestation?
I’ve been patient, but now I feel compelled to make a statement
cuz hip hop to me is much more than a vocation
it’s elevation of culture, music, profanity,
community, psychology, society, humanity,
artistry, a part of me that lives in the recesses
of my brain, and even if I falter it remains
as a hip hop head, it’s my responsibility
to represent the culture to the best of my ability
cuz I am hip hop, and if you disgrace me
then I’ma take it personal and force you to face me

HOOK:
Instead of cynically resigning to my obstacles
I’m imagining the world that is possible
You can constrain my frame, deal me pain, but
my imagination remains unstoppable (x2)
Track Name: From Where I Came
LYRICS:

If you knew what I went through in my formative years
you wouldn’t question my integrity, I’m more than sincere
from where I came: a life riddled with fear
not recognizing my own face when I looked in the mirror
drown my pain with the beer
more than likely drinking the straight liquor
quicker just to make my skin thicker, killing my liver
just so I could be confident enough to deliver
myself unto the world, I was born to be a giver
swimming against the river, so cold I’d start to shiver
shake quiver from withdrawals, I’d fall and try to figure
why some people got the whole pie and I can’t see a sliver
vision skewed, feeling blind
struggling to find, peace of mind
started giving them a piece of my mind
thesis reaching without preaching, teaching, featuring I’m
speaking in the nick of time, amongst the greatest of crimes
is self-repression, here’s the lesson, if you seek you will find


HOOK:
It’s not life if we only exist
what we spend our time resisting is bound to persist
there’s no mystery it’s
what I’ve learned from the strain and the pain
we make our rules or we play somebody else’s game
I’ve given up keeping score because nothing is fair
and despite that I had to find the reasons to care
because selfishness was loneliness that drove me insane
now I can never go back to the place from which I came

My awareness of the world was painfu
knowing what I did and not acting was shameful
not being thankful
although I was eating, had shoes on my feet’n
there’s people starving in the streets’n their bellies ain’t full
lacking perspective I was also lacking clarity
focused on my pain, thinking no-one could compare to me
tried to numb it with the herbs and rum
drinking straight Appleton
and smoking blunts that changed the colour of my lungs
standing in front this ladder, staring at the bottom rung
with every step I fell 2 steps back, was feeling dumb
even worse, started thinking that my life wasn’t vital
like a curse, losing hope, started feeling suicidal
crushed by my depression, distrust like and infection
that was spreading through my system
fucked up beyond recognition
I thank God every day that I overcame that position
‘cause death of my old self meant that I gained a mission

HOOK:
It’s not life if we only exist
what we spend our time resisting is bound to persist
there’s no mystery it’s
what I’ve learned from the strain and the pain
we make our rules or we play somebody else’s game
I’ve given up keeping score because nothing is fair
and despite that I had to find the reasons to care
because selfishness was loneliness that drove me insane
now I can never go back to the place from which I came

Regardless of the circumstances we’ve got choices to make
the way I see it, I can choose either to give or to take
in every single situation, I can build and create
or I can destroy and employ mechanics of hate
where I was in my past, I didn't know that it could be
a different way because I just couldn’t see
I didn’t know I could be me
I didn’t know that I could choose to believe
a different life – nowadays I’m a different kind of free
I used to think in black and white, but I know that wasn’t right
because the world lives in shades of gray
that compose our everyday
I heard ‘em say: “perspective ain’t everything,” but it’s close so
we can either grow or decay
you see I had to stop burning all the herb and tobacco
put the plug in the jug so I could break my mental shackles
now I earnestly believe there’s no problem I can’t tackle
there’s no war anymore, because I won the only battle

HOOK:
It’s not life if we only exist
what we spend our time resisting is bound to persist
there’s no mystery it’s
what I’ve learned from the strain and the pain
we make our rules or we play somebody else’s game
I’ve given up keeping score because nothing is fair
and despite that I had to find the reasons to care
because selfishness was loneliness that drove me insane
now I can never go back to the place from which I came
Track Name: Another Rapper/Interlude
Another rapper.

Just what we need: another rapper.
Another wack-kat who thinks he can rap on tracks,
lacking facts behind his lyrics,
who acts with no tact –
get your mind out that trap.
Get your mouth un-bittered by that taste,
un-chase that rat-race of judgmental space,
T-Dot: unscrew your face!

Another rapper?
Nah, not just another;
not black but I’m still a brother,
your brother,
your son, your father, grandson and gradfather –
don’t waste your time trying to classify me,
don’t bother.
Don’t type-cast me;
white rapper, back-packer, conscious rapper –
don’t gas me,
stand with me for a minute instead of moving right past me.

A rapper?
Not just a rapper – an MC.
Master of Ceremonies,
Microphone Controller,
Move a Crowd like I’m pushing a boulder.
MC:
Masterfully Crafterd,
Magnificently Captured,
Monumental Creations,
Mental Commander,
do you understand the
devotion that I put into my work?
My dedication to making it work?

I doubt it.

I don’t think most take the time to listen,
steady bitchin’ like they’re trapped in a prison
with no vision;
that’s why I’m on a mission.
To tell ya’ll to reach a little higher,
I ain’t tryna preach but teach,
if I can reach even one with what I beseech
then I could peacefully retire
‘cause is my mind the truth is burning like a fire.

No, I’m not just another.
I am not “the other” and neither are you,
no matter what they told you,
let your future unfold you,
let my lyrics hold you,
forget that bullshit they sold you,
your potential is infinite, the future is gold too,
take back your life –
who stole you?
Where did you go away to?
What happened to the God you used to pray to?
That banging beat you used to sway to?
Do not let this world decay you!

We are not just rappers,
DJs and breakers,
graf artists, MCs and beatmakers.
We are hip-hoppas,
nonstoppas,
the one’s hated by parents of 16-year-old daughters,
refusing to be lambs to the slaughter,
not asking for a drink but finding our own water,
wreck-shoppas,
Afrika Bambaataas,
Lil’ Kims and Big Poppas,
the one’s who rock mics proper,
shining like there’s no sun hotter –
the real hip-hoppas.

See I’m not just another rapper; I’m a poet.
It’s in my lyrics on tracks when I flow it
but some act like they don’t know it;
sometimes I even gotta spit it acapella to show it.
Plant a seed, hope to grow it;
I trust in the mic further than I could ever throw it.

I trust in the future being better, I’m wishing
that we open up our eyes to realize what we’re missing,
I trust that I come across as hopeful, not dissing
and I trust that when I speak from the heart
that ya’ll listen.
Track Name: Mah
LYRICS:

I know you didn’t ask for this, Mah, I know you didn’t ask for this
I know it feel you can’t master this, I know it seems so disastrous
the struggles that you’re facing are hard, and the pain that you’re feeling is great
Just try to put a little faith in God, and know that everything will be OK

Mah, let me take this opportunity to relate
the hardest thing to do in life is to accept one’s fate
and though sometimes it don’t seem fair
like your condition is rare
try to identify and not to compare
Mah, I can see the sadness in you
and the way that your demons be attracted to you
attaching to you, it’s like pain fastens to you
and forever’s how long it seems it’s lasted for you
but you’re the same woman that gave birth to me plus two
raised a family, did everything to see us through
the rough times and the good, so Momma we love you
and now you gotta trust us the way that we trust you
I know sometimes it seems impossible
like life is a ruthless force that’s unstoppable
but there is a way to overcome it, believe me
that I perceive and you can too, ‘cause you conceived me

Chorus:
The devil that whispers in your ear – that’s not you
I know you feel close to the edge – I’ll spot you
I pray for you daily, don’t ever think I forgot you
and if you need a shoulder to cry, Mah, I got you
(x2)

That existential angst that tears you through and through
I feel for you Mah, ‘cause sometimes, I feel it too
I’ve been through the strain and the pain
all the guilt and disdain
spent years of my life in the rain
have faith; you don’t struggle in vain
you’ve got the power to change
nothing left to lose and no-one to blame
get the picture reframed
I’ll help you break those chains
life is waiting for you and you’ve got the world to gain
It’s a tragedy that you don’t see the power you got
how special you are, the light that you shower is not
out yet, don’t doubt that I’m here for you, Momma
no matter the fights, the cold nights, or the drama
no matter what goes on in your head that troubles you
nothing in this world could stop me from loving you
search your soul for answers Mah, I implore you
I’ll stand by your side, but can’t live your life for you

Chorus:
The devil that whispers in your ear – that’s not you
I know you feel close to the edge – I’ll spot you
I pray for you daily, don’t ever think I forgot you
and if you need a shoulder to cry, Mah, I got you
(x2)

Take a step Mah, I’ll spot you
believe me, I got you
separate yourself from your demons – they’re not you!
your potential is so much higher than your reaching
you’re a talented artist, you should be in school teaching
I’m not preaching, Mah, this is what I believe
give freely of yourself and your bound to receive
please, take my thanks for all that you are
not a diamond or a ruby, to me, you’re a star
so bright is the light that you shined on my life
you’re the reason I can write these rhymes and rock mics
if there’s one thing I pray, it’s that you truly understand
It’s because of you I grew from a boy to man
I was lost for while, but I’ve changed who I am
It’s ‘cause you stood for me that I can now take a stand
I don’t know what it took you and God knows what it takes you
but Mah, I’m so thankful, Mah, I’m so grateful.

Chorus:
The devil that whispers in your ear – that’s not you
I know you feel close to the edge – I’ll spot you
I pray for you daily, don’t ever think I forgot you
and if you need a shoulder to cry, Mah, I got you
(x2)

I know you didn’t ask for this, Mah, I know you didn’t ask for this
I know it feel you can’t master this, I know it seems so disastrous
the struggles that you’re facing are hard, and the pain that you’re feeling is great
Just try to put a little faith in God, and know that everything will be OK
Track Name: This may or may not be a Bonus Track feat. Scott Jackson
LYRICS:

To the yes yes ya’ll
stand tall on tracks and no, we don’t fall
ya’ll can just hear the call
of the future coming we running forward
and no, we don't stall
like b-boys up in the stance
moving on, fuck a circumstance
little rapper, best to pull up your pants
this is grown man rap, no it’s not a race
it’s a marathon
the stage and a mic, I just blare it on
they shut down the stations that we air it on
but regardless of that we just c-c-carry on
the industry show the culture a straight disrespect
leaving Kool Herc steady starving for a cheque
now that ain’t right
time to step up, my A-alikes
and hold tight, we gotta channel the flow right
and shine light, spittin it out with divine right
with what we know right – we gonna keep rockin’ it all night

These fake mothafuckas get crunched like a crouton
I’m on a Peace Quest ya’ll, what the fuck are you on?
move on, over tracks run with one shoe on
my crew on, the typa shit these kats don’t got a clue on
who on, tracks that I beat ‘em black and blue on
no rat race, I jumped a cliff and just flew on
kinda like an eagle, these ducks get BBQ’d on
and after the show I’m with shorty to get my screw on
see me enterprising steady rising with my whole team
Fucked Up Beyond Belief – nah that’s the old me
bold moves, this world can’t hold me, back
work hard at your passions, that’s what my father told me
I ain’t tryna showboat like Kobe
but I dunk these tracks in liquid flows homie
sometimes I write my rhymes slowly
to show you where my soul be
but just cuz you hearing me don’t mean that you know me

word to De La, Little Brother – are they listening?
or do I have to blaze tracks like nitro-glycerin?
strategically placing my positioning
next to the listeners’ ear so I can get my mission in?
before the day’s done
I got something to say son
I gotta live freer than a mason
goals I chase son, ace 1 in this rap shit
word to Ason, Unique, verbal ass-A-son
I mean assassin
in the lane for the passin’
throw ur money in the air - I’ma push my cash in
talking ‘bout investing for future contesting
these kats is Costanzas I’m George like Jetson
forward I’m thinking, realistic sprinkling
of dreams, my team’s on a boat not sinking
steady the trajectory, ain’t no half-steppin B
can’t be disrespecting me if I don’t respect you
and no amount armour can protect you
from the authenticity in the lyrical virus that infects you
No Agreement with my stance? I reject you
Scotty J on the beat and that's what I snap my neck to

My catalogue’s my resume, you best be checkin it
show these mothafuckas I’m a force to reckon with
the microphone stand, what I brandish my weapon with
the standard’s sub-par, new bar I’m settin’ it
higher than a hang-glider, dope skill co-signer
beat rider, leave the set wetter vagina
wisdom of an old-timer, go find-a
rapper that can stand in my cypher I’ll try-‘em
welcome to triumph
of the truth over lies,
knowledge over ignorance,
turning of the tides,
moment of significance,
intelligence reigning supreme over belligerence
In the Face of No Agreements I stand without militance –
SEE you can see who I be – freshest MC
F – U – B to the B – come against me
not recommended, hip hop I represent it
everything that I spit on the track, you know I meant it
so you don’t gotta wonder, no need to be guessin
I speak from what I know and I ask the tough questions
so who got the answers? where’s the contestants?
most lust for fame – it’s for Peace that I’m Questin’