Un homenaje a nuestros 50 años de HipHop. Con mucho amor por esta cultura, la que me saco de las calles y me salvo la vida. Haría lo que sea por ti. Su humilde servidor, _Thank you, thank you, gracias. Sabes, la verdad es que yo nunca quise ser rappero… Yo solo quería parchar con mis amigos y drogarme pero… algo, algo cambio.. Es algo mágico, Un psicó clásico Es trágico como le meto tan fkn drástico, Estoy estático el rap es pura vida, Despabila cada vibra que tenias dormida, Energía en tarimas, poesías inmortales, Para todos los rapperos en la lucha no te calles, Siga escribiendo, siga lanzando, Les prometo no es difícil llegar adonde ando, Yo soy sencillo, humilde y de cora, En cualquier momento me llega a mi la hora, Un golpe de suerte como dice la pura, Pero no sigas rappaindo demandando dictaduras, Pero que puedo hacer mami, eso me nace, Fuck todos los nazis, pase lo que pase, A los cerdos del gobierno no les creo, Por eso les doy el dedo, Yo siento que por dentro llevo algo más fuerte que el viento, un huracán papi, and nothing can stop me, so don’t you dare copy, your shit is too sloppy Un buen freestyle con unos panas, I’m talkin hiphop, hiphop, yeah, Pintando el tren de madrugada, I’m talkin hiphop, hiphop yeah, Un scratch cross fade cut cut, I’m talkin hiphop, hiphop, Una batalla de breakdance wassup, if you about that life that hands up, Hiphop saved my life and it could save yours, if you believe it you can achieve it just you stand tall, Yo siento que por dentro llevo algo más fuerte que el viento, un huracán papi, and nothing can stop me, so don’t you dare copy, your shit is too sloppy, Fk outta here, fk you talkin bout, Hiphop is the greatest, Michelangelo305_ Beat: Dejavu Rec - Bogota COL Rec/Mix/Master: Rey Rodriguez Vibehouse Studio - Miami FL Cover: Michelangelo305more

Adrift. I hear myself back there. Stuck with desire The past my genesis, far and deep. Where tales decide who i must be. Back there, lies were forged for good. Back there the truth knows no light. Back there evolution was denied time. But time, time knows you and me. Over and over again. Since the inception! Back there, i hear myself mocking my present. Hovering across the acres trying to save my identity. Trying to save tales about my previous lives. Tales about my prowess. Tales about Kings and Queens. But, is that it? Is this who i become. A root with only one direction. Cultured and cultivated for reasons that demand otherwise. Reasons that must change through seasons. Maybe it’s time. I think! A thought, getting louder and clear. Maybe its time. My people won’t forget ! I won’t fade away before these words seed the ground. Before they bulk into forests they are meant to be. Before the giants walk again. We will flourish. In this space like gods. The gods that we are. Adrift, only this time i see land. And its no illusion. more

Out on all platforms Laba is referred to as a grasshopper. I'm sure Nigerians would know that 🙄. Imagine a grasshopper fighting kung-fu. People who like to make mouth about everything are like grasshoppers.more