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Incorruptible

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by Emay

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Emay [pronounced like saying the letters M-A], is a music producer and MC. Mubarik currently lives in Hamilton, ON, Canada.

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Track Name: Bars [with Evan Abeele and Optimist Park]
Verse 1
Maybe I should unload. Maybe unfold all the clothes.
Relieve all grief, unfold to a rose/arose.
Without sound is a slow autism.
Don't talk to him.
Can't interact when I don't got rhythm.
Like a dance movie that doesn't have the word audition.
Or doesn't end with the two love birds kissing.
So I invest in the nest, but the egg broke.
So I invest in the next, but the egg yolk, just couldn't get to the test,
So I egg folks.
See I'm the best with the strep throat,
My algia/myalgia, threats in the next poach.
Couldn't see my gameplan with the best coach.
My gameplan be the sun, you're the west coast.
Therefore you will see me last.
Begging me to take you home like Peedi Crack.
Mad man he be spazz, 3D jazz.
Couldn't see the kid if they made a 3D class.
Gettin' stomped and splattered.
Then getting Stunned to Recovery. Austin Mathers.
Awkward patterns cause disasters.
Study Christ with an atheist. Mosh with pastors.
Recite Quran with a Jew when I Torah/tore a-part any rapper,
That's an actor, Velociraptor.
Is what I am in the booth, the booth is my room.
Four squares.
More squares join rap when they feel like.
So I'mma let your back meet a steel pipe.

Verse 2
I fill the seats with all my words.
With these sounds I inundate.
Your brain stem is but a tool.
To process the beats that i create.

It's my world; you just pray in it.
They're my words; you're just playin' them.
This is my sound.
I gave it to you; I can take it away.

Written and performed by Mubarik Adams and Jeremy Mullins.
Track Name: And Demons
There's a lot of rage in me, rage in me.
There couldn't be another page in me, page in me.
The Demon's on the the other side, he be paging me.
Telling me to spit crack with the K's (kilo's) in me.
But occasionally the K's empty.
Definitely an error in the syntax.
So for all the bad lines that I let loose.
Their gonna have to hit me with a syntax/sin tax.
Hot coals what my feet are in.
Nitrous oxide, nigga NOS/Nas when I'm ethering.
Epileptic. Pause when I'm seizuring.
When I'm in the center they pan like Peter in..
Hook hook, where the hook at.
Destiny to smack these actors, never look back.
But I aint sacrificing a piece of my self for it.
For that cheese, that green, that kelp forest.
An ensemble. Stealth chorus.
Hands out to the neediest, help tourist.
But sometimes I'm the greediest, less flourish.
Devil in me is growing quick, so lets cure it.
My jets purest.
And I don't need to talk to a pilot to endure it.
Unsure what my temp(era)ture is.
The dark side is giving me an intense courage.
Track Name: Talitha Cumi "Fly Bitch"
Fly Bitch

That isn't what I called her.
Simply what she called herself, I'm simply the author.
Observate upon myself, see she was a flaunter.
A bold personality with the tongue of a bomber,
Didn't worry 'bout the casualties, naturally a marcher,
But she was really trudging up a flight of stairs rushing.
With the devil she was bear hugging and fucking.
She knew it and she loved him.
Second on her list, her first, none above 'em.
Advice flew through her thick head like an F-16.
When it pierces through a cloud, when it jets it leaves.
And returns on occasion, when it jets it beams.
She pretends to care a little 'till she turns 16,
And when it came nothing changed.
Everything was the same and remained.
Like a perm marker on the paint.
Spent a lot of time on her knees taking shots to the face.
Like a sperm marker on the brain,
But I don't know. I aint falling into rumours and shit.
But wouldn't be surprised if she became a user and shit.
Ironically she's quick to point and tell you you were in shit
When she was in the deepest pile of it, manure in a pit.
And she insists like a cist when she pops off bottles
That she's licked every .... with a non-stop throttle,
And it's nasty.
More than one way to see it you should let your eyes kiss.
Read between the lines of a fly bitch.

Fly Bitch.
Fly Kicks.
Fly Bitch.
Fly Bitch.

Fly..

That isn't what I called her.
But it is now, song to sing.
About a female dog with wings,
That never barked in the dark.
But only to the naked eyes widened.
Close lobe she would find silence.
Eyes widened again, and she would whail for attention.
Lion to den.
Lying to men.
This lie was beyond even lie to pretend.
Tale so tall that it was alligning a clench.
And if you step on that tail/tale she'd decline to repent.
Fall back for a little and than finally threat.
With a rumour so large it was finding a breath.
And after that, it was solid and it finally wept.
She would cry satans urine out her eyes 'till it dried.
Refill it until it was bloated and it would fly.
In the sky...
Gettin' High.

Fly Bitch
Track Name: Incorruptible "We Shall All Be Changed"
I realize life's bigger than a mic.
Or the beat playing.
Green chasing.
Run around, knees chafing.
I aint above it, but nor am I beneath racing.
Cuz he/she's caking, but I seize patience.
Cuz I am not a beast licking off grease bacon.
Nor am I a cheap thief, get your keys taken.
Smile more, take shots at a bleak raven.
Lost, so we take shots to achieve haven.
We make boats and we just start rocking 'em.
Pick Lil' B-itches, and we base gods off of 'em.
See your idols are idle, my idles are Eifel.
Large, like barge, like Rhino.
But what do I know.
Climb fall, I stall, stumble like dry wall, tall little brittle,
Getting stronger.
Sidetrack, I'm back. Path to perfection.
Just a long path to the destined.
So for now, more war more famine.
More of that war torn havoc.
Tanks roam rabid, rapid, tanks foam acid.
Break through asphalt canvas.
Damage, savage, savages.
Anguish, activists acting.
Punks like activist Ashton.
Obliterating ourselves just to grow up.
Bulimia.
Eating ourselves just to throw up.