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Our Latest Compilation, Produced by BoatHouse

by Closed Sessions

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Back in my dumb bag Dont scroll past Double back and give it a Double tap it and thumb drag Back in my cold shit That old spit That baggier clothes fit With no happy faces lasers and glow sticks Vision salient Gray i visit aliens I aim at African methodist episcopalian I'm in my drop box Downloading the com stock At high speeds no need to Brown nose and hob knob I'm an unlicensed architect With Martian tech hidden In the verses so fiends search for the carpet specks Dang Deep in my language bag Reversing the earth spin fast So i can change the past Black specter man Rough like bat catcher's hands Put a crowd in a frenzy Masked Mexican wrestlers can He's a top guy High as a pop fly I can go full gremlin or hide nice as a mogwai So dont feed me after midnight Or feed me at all I'm kinda tired of trying to reason with y'all Back on my default Pot of plain rice couple packets of sea salt Sometimes the rhyme is an island with Beach balls Swing to the right a bit to balance my see saw This ain't my first rodeo Came to the earth with a sickness older than polio I'm a product of them homes It's hard not to stumble when bass rumbled your shin bones So I'm black Alex summers now brain stuck in a rare pinch Chest pressure measures a hundred pounds per square inch I got a needle for your biggest balloon Let's hope we settle differences soon My telephone is listening and tracking all my moves I'm surrounded by enemies and dont know what to do Im praying that my liver can keep filtering this booze I'm surrounded by a darkness and Regardless what i choose
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I would change my number but I'm lazy Tryna say let's take a break but we both crazy Look what dreaming did to me look what it made me What a bummer In the Beamer summers over Tears hit different when we wipe em w hunnid dollar bills I wish I had a vcr to run this fuckin week back Run the tape I'm in the shit up to my knee caps Got the dope it took a minute but it's still crack If the noise ain't come from us my nigga kill that I don't get involved We just send a lil text n I ain't hit at all We can get straight to the point or hit a wall Mount yo back up on that bitch she a work of art Sorry not sorry Don't fuckin call me Cute and unbothered It's a wrap when you holler I'm not low anymore Sad anymore Not broke anymore Mad anymore I just don't know anymore Bout you
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Not a fighter But I'm ready to fight Next person to say some slick shit It's really on sight Like I opened my eyes And saw the light Bright and and early They scary I make em scurry Taking shots Like I'm curry I wonder if steph curry Getting tired of his name Being used in same damn Bars shit is lame Do we have time to change Or have room for the growth The stress is up to my neck And I feel it clogging my throat I can't breathe I just wanna be How can I succeed If I don't really feel free. I just want peace And some me time Roll a blunt in the meantime Watch my blood like im T boz View the world with my 3 eyes What's it do what it be like What's it do what it be like What it is what it ain't my life a display of the black love in the home used to walk past the gas station flooded with stones the foes roll through the back street they pop off i be worried about my family but momma tell to knock off the foolery i guess my thoughts surge from the worth of my words the death the purge in the poor roads my brother learning bout these things from a screen and they cut deep like zorro i just hope y’all age like y’all bordeaux we got like four doors and decisions i made off an instant i fade and put the rest in the grace that y’all holding me down but i moved on from that place as a sign of my faith i took that risk to be a great so what’s holding me now
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KLEVAH: I give a lot You thinkin' little It's all in the mental source in the middle Of course I forgive you That's just my nature My mama by nature Naughty by nature 2x I give a lot You thinkin' little It's all in the mental Yea you my nigga Of course I forgive you That's just my nature Mama by nature Naughty by nature 2x TRUTH (Verse) I bring the rain and the sun Air in yo lungs You should be proud be me You keep yo hand on yo gun Hurt on yo tongue I got serenity Break it down, build it up Ain't enough stamina to roll with us 247 is the standard bruh Last man standin' or you bandaged up Never been profiled on the front lines While ya allies just sit & smile Had to grab a towel Just to wipe the tears from ya brotha's eyes Attacking you with a pack of lies We protect the pride No pacify, just passionate Got pain pumpin' like medicine But our main function so evident That pressure hold a message It can show Life without depression We give Love with 2nd helpings & you straight lying if you ain't felt it (my nigga) I give a lot You thinkin' little It's all in the mental source in the middle Of course I forgive you That's just my nature My mama by nature Naughty by nature I give a lot You thinkin' little It's all in the mental source in the middle Of course I forgive you That's just my nature My mama by nature Naughty by nature KLEVAH: Oh you need a mind fuck huh... I'm over yo head like a power fist Pick up the signals yo scalp itchin' My niggas gon' get it don't doubt the mission I mind my own business, keep women with me now my whole team thinkin' 2050 fresh from the future I'm feelin' filthy Dirt on my shoulders like God picked me Roll up the flowers that god give me My solar power keep me up for hours I cannot be coward, got God with me Taylored fresh on my chest, protect my crown, that's high tech, bless me down to my steps I do 50 thou for the week is out, niggas weaker now, got us speakin' out, screamin' fuck yo couch, I got flights to catch We not just movin' in circles Ain't never needed yo circle You was just thinkin' the surface Sometimes a thought could be worthless Do you know how big the earth is? Are you really one person? All this pain and perversion Bitches allergic, I'm a new version I give a lot You thinkin' little It's all in the mental source in the middle Of course I forgive you That's just my nature My mama by nature Naughty by nature I give a lot You thinkin' little It's all in the mental source in the middle Of course I forgive you That's just my nature My mama by nature Naughty by nature
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Bless up divorce with that stress bitch fess up to all my imperfections look up if I need more direction fuck up then turn it to a lesson I’m not gone preach y’all to death oh no no do not ask me what comes next I don’t know shit I be confused like the next man can’t block me long I’ll just shoot with my left hand I don’t pump fake I don’t trust shit no mo niggas dumb fake I use 7 numbers in my phone to this fuckin day tap in wit the niggas sick as fuck of saying some day I just fuck her face and I forget her she a fuck face never used to be like this I’m free like I feel like it’s a missing piece of me that get as deep as Caribbean bitch inside a nigga dms wit that sneaky shit I see em rip em want a piece of my perdeum that’s some cold shit ay test em while he tryna grow that’s some bold shit aye niggas sleeping at the wheel I take a road trip aye fuck you if you not consistent you on old shit aye One way trip I’m on put up or you dead to me every day I wake up to some bullshit that’s reg to me keep the fire fed shout to kev count the blessings learned to take some wisdom out the failures if I can but I’m only man still up in the ghetto like the Evans bright side hole in roof closer to the heaven blessing like the number 7 bus waiting tryna level up nigga thinking shit might work out better if I was a fuck nigga slow and steady shit a marathon not a sprint really don’t make no sense honor don’t pay no rent I gotta glimpse finish line break we limp sweat on my face I win nigga don’t say my name like his I ain’t some nigga they finna forget I ain’t the nigga that’s wild for clicks Tryna come up a in talk wit big counting my hours I’m coming for ten bands I put my life in this shit damn count myself out for the kick it hustlin different pull out my dick and then fuck an opinion living despicable die like a minion only beginning tip of the ice really this light blackout twice I bleed ice and I do facts anything I write and I got slap hoe Kimbo slice nigga I’m bright and I got will like jada my wife prototype niggas ain’t built like this on high saitama shit boy still don’t try Bless up divorce with that stress bitch fess up to all my imperfections look up if I need more direction fuck up then turn it to a lesson I’m not gone preach y’all to death oh no no do not ask me what comes next I don’t know shit I be confused like the next man can’t block me long I’ll just shoot with my left hand
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I see somethings really on your mind If it's really mind you can get it off I realized my love language is time And if im not mindful I u can run it out I don't set good boundaries or draw lines And then I feel a way when ya cross em all Shake something Yeah shake something Just dont break nothing Late one, lets not roll one Go and pack something Shake something Yeah shake something Just don't break nothing Issuses yeah we got a few Lets unpack something My therapist told me it's cool to talk about it I'm paying too much money not to talk about it Just got to the function and now I feel like bouncing These shrooms in motion and now we smoking ounces Made bands while I plotted on couches Broke up ain't make no announcements I'm out here on solo I'm drownin Perspective I got it that progress More or less 10 years of rapping didn't know I was stressed Every plan I set in motion flipped yeah that a test Being transparent ask for help I'm a wreck A least I say it with my chest I see somethings really on your mind If it's really mind you can get it off I realized my love language is time And if im not mindful I u can run it out I don't set good boundaries or draw lines And then I feel a way when ya cross em all Shake something Yeah shake something Just dont break nothing Late one, lets not roll one Go and pack something Shake something Yeah shake something Just don't break nothing Issuses yeah we got a few Lets unpack something

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Our Latest Compilation is the next installment of Closed Sessions’ lauded compilation series that stretches back to 2010’s Closed Sessions Vol. 1. At the heart of this series is a spotlight on emerging hip hop talent, and the power of collaboration. Past installments featured future stars such as Action Bronson, Curren$y, Vic Mensa, Skyzoo, and Freddie Gibbs as well as bonafides Bun B and Raekwon. For Our Latest Compilation, Closed Sessions has recruited fast risers such as Kemba, Open Mike, Khary, Dave B, Mother Nature and more. The whole project was produced by emerging producer BoatHouse, who served as the backbone of the album and provides a cohesive style that molds to each emcee without becoming disjointed or losing himself to his collaborators. The LP features artists from all over the country, who all touched down at The Closed Sessions studio making this a national project with a strong Chicago feel.

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released January 27, 2020

Produced by BoatHouse
A&R by Alexander "DJ RTC" Fruchter
Mixed and Mastered by Michael Kolar at SoundScape Studios

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