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HACKINAWAY

by NAHreally

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1.
Lay Claim 02:14
I would have thought by not I'd know more than I do. Despite my limitations, I'm still making do. Peace to the teachers in my life, all praise is due. For those things that I have learned I have gratitude. I'm slow and steady when it comes to my pursuits. I'm good and ready when I finally make a move. I relish the chance to be out here paying dues. I feel so blessed to still be here and making tunes. I'm relying on luck, and in luck, I trust. I refuse to let the planet make me hate my own guts. I trust that I'll wriggle out the bind when I feel stuck. I can't tell you what's divine, but I can feel it in my blood. Filling up my cup, shaking off the rust. Early in the morning while I'm strolling with my mutt, I take an inventory of the stress I'm holding up. For this I keep a couple affirmations in the tuck. I take aim, I lay claim To my lane. To stay sane can't stay same. I make a change. I take aim, I lay claim To my lane. To stay sane can't stay same. I make a change.
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Sick Days 01:25
Mixtape full of clickbait. It's just a list of celebrities over 6'8". Producers hate him, want him ix-nayed. I've got more flows than company-paid sick days. Uhh, use 'em or lose 'em. Loops? He can choose 'em, Hopes nobody sues him. Doesn't hold grudges even if you poo pooed him. Pull up puffing on a stogie like Duke Nukem. Jackie Moon how I'm coming for jejunums. Goal twofold: entertain 'em and confuse 'em Like an optical illusion. I get 'em jumping to my comical conclusions. Loose change in a tight grip. I'm writing this on the couch watching White Chicks; I still love that movie. Bumping yacht rock with my brothers puffing doobies. The point of life still eludes me; The type of nihilistic that considers that a cool thing. The drums go how the mood swing, And they fit everything that the dude sings.
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Rap Practice 01:50
When the simulation crashes It's unlikely he'll have ever made a classic. Failed to target the masses or any demographic. He made only what he wanted to to, and that's it. I've had this principle guiding my rap practice Since right around the time SoundCloud eclipsed Datpiff That it would be tragic if I started rapping For anybody other than the one that I inhabit. Imagine me making a track I don't dig. Imagine not wanting to bump your own shit. Imagine spending even a single second of life Making art without your heart in it. It isn't right. Well, the only exception is if you need the bread bad; Any other reason might be tied for dead last. And I gotta say there's many better ways to get cash; Everybody and their mother seems to rap nowadays, it's wack... Anywho, try not to experience too many moods. At the shows I rap at you tend to find many dudes; No chicks, no shit, have you heard it? I moved by the park I might have to start birding. I've been flirting with unburdening my person. Merging with immersive 3D worlds will not be worth it. I used to get nervous, thinking I don't have a purpose. Now I pause and take a couple deep breaths when the nerves surface. I glide by, paper plane. Move at my patient pace. Chomping on ancient grains. See me and they complain. My my, they're so lame. So into placing blame. They're running basic plays. Hit 3, Mike Breen go, "BANG!" Oh man, that's him. 6'2", barely touch rim. No six-pack won't see no gym, Still get by with a handsome grin. Insole for the arches. Made this in my apartment. Hit the eagle on the par 6. My pen where the bars is on the parchment.
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Hackin' Away 02:21
How much in life is make or break? That broken feeling tends to fade away. Gets folded up into a paper plane. 14th and 1st, dollar slice, paper plate. The future might be made of clay. Everything's on the table under the paperweight. I was pressing my enemies; had to make em pay Then I bricked the finger roll on the breakaway. The only option is to make a way. Never hate the human hate the state of play. Some success is illusion—pure pay to play. I'm on Bergen and Flatbush by that bagel place. What if I disappeared like David Blaine? What if I'm 0s and 1s in some database? Never sip the Kool-Aid, skip the haterade. My next shit is my best shit that I've made to date. I'm still here, still hackin' away, Excavating in the back of the brain. Just another rat in a maze Who thinks he has something to say.
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Already 01:22
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Like Minds 02:08
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I Am Amazing 02:32

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H A C K I N A W A Y
beats, rhymes by NAHreally

Emerson quotes from Thoreau's manuscripts: "The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or perchance a palace or temple on the earth, and at length the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them." That is just about the relation of the world of action to that of dreams; but this after all is the most important point: It is better to build one honest woodshed that will keep the fuel for the fires of life dry than to go on dreaming forever of impossible castles in Spain; and the wonder is that when you have built the woodshed you own the castle. The ideal is vain and illusionary just so long as you dwell in the world of dreams; the whole ideal becomes real when, through your struggle, a mere fragment of it is realized.

Thus each of use is an artist, the world is our mountain of marble, and we own it all. We may choose our block, cast it aside, choose another and another. But, this is the significant point, unless you choose one block and work at it so faithfully that in the end you have chipped off all the superfluous marble and released the statue that Michelangelo believed God place in every marble block, it means nothing that you own the mountain. Rather we only own the mountain when we have achieved the single statue, and not till then.

(Self-Culture Through the Vocation - Edward Howard Griggs, 1914)

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released November 28, 2022

Beats/Rhymes: NAHreally
Mixed: Chris Payne
Mastered: Staub Audio Engineering
Artwork: Michael Stone

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