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Bye In, Cell Out (track 2)

(E Money)
Toxic Media: Wouldn't try being ya,
Hide behind the Cameras, thinkin ain't nobody seeing ya
Look at what they feed to us, follow standard procedures,
We yell about how bad it is while nobody believes us!
It's a question that remains unanswered today:
Bye In or Cell Out, a popular trade,
With a popular face and a popular name,
But we were born with brains, would it hurt to think for a change?
I got alot of ammo from the years of pent up rage,
And I'ma let it all loose once I hit that stage,
I been confined to a booth, listen to what I mean
When I say that our country was built on human greed!
Yes indeed it's imperative, that they let our record spin
Peep the inner light while they cover it up with terrorists,
Pay attention to signs, Bye In or Cell Out,
All about the movement and everything it's about!

(Hook)
It's the Defects, make you reflect,
What the Good Guise talkin about,
You should either: Bye In or Cell Out,
Get down with the movement or move the hell out,
We humans need a reality check,
Start talkin' from the heart, not the side of the neck,
So hit eject on those rejects,
So listen to us now, you're the last resistor left!!

(Katharsis)
So shameless, tappin into your brainwaves
Town criers 'bout the latest inane craze
So viral but they do it through a cable,
So they can say what's for dinner at the dining room table!
Media soaked, the Alphabets spin the globe,
While the Black Budget Ops fund Prime Time shows
John Stewart's only there to tell jokes,
A pressure valve to release when they're applying the yoke!
Talkin heads lookin just like Max Headroom,
Piping political views into your bedroom,
Distorting all the facts like what, where and whom,
The only motive to their mission is to just spread doom,
So do us all a favor: Turn Off- Tune Out
And understand the propaganda from the silver spooned mouth!


(Hook)
It's the Defects, make you reflect,
What the Good Guise talkin about,
You should either: Bye In or Cell Out,
Get down with the movement or move the hell out,
We humans need a reality check,
Start talkin' from the heart, not the side of the neck,
So hit eject on those rejects,
So listen to us now, you're the last resistor left!!

(Art Is)
Causing mass hysteria, covering your area,
any substitutions will be technically inferior,
Incorruptible like Huxtable, make water combustable
Burn down your bridges- "My mobile just lost signal!"
It's the media take-over of the mind, I will not comply
Catch me in the Rye with a loaded .45,
Gun go pop, kill legend in the process
False prophets out for profit!
Yo I got this watch me Pop & Lock it
Citizens on a mental roller coaster
Like MK Ultra, Boy Scouts playing Modern Warfare
More Welfare!
Free like Masons building bridges to no where,
While you're angry at a black man for trying to give you health care!
Viral strains infect the brain,
Propaganda hypnotized till the hipster remains,
Buy into the culture, hope your credit sustains
And pray to God that you get your 15 min of Fame!


(Hook)
It's the Defects, make you reflect,
What the Good Guise talkin about,
You should either: Bye In or Cell Out,
Get down with the movement or move the hell out,
We humans need a reality check,
Start talkin' from the heart, not the side of the neck,
So hit eject on those rejects,
So listen to us now, you're the last resistor left!!

BarCode in the BackBeat (track 1)

Barcode in the Back Beat

(Hook)

It’s the Barcode- 1’s, 0’s and $$ signs

In between the beat you can see that it’s all a crime

An American Dream, my Corporation Tis’ of The,

Babble on, while Baylon repeats History!

Revive the Boom Bap,

While NASDAQ changes suits from Brooks Bros to Hazmat-

But ya’ll ain’t hearin’ that!

Lookin in between the scars and the hype

Management downsized Hip Hop like the Stars and Stripes!!

(Art Is)

Lyrically minded, you’ve been blinded,

looking for the real hip hop, you won’t find it!

I only know a handful of lyricists,

Philosophical dead-weight rhyme theorists.

Search every boulevard, hit the street-

No child back spinning on the hard concrete.

Plastic wraps on silicone dreams,

Serving data off a triple beam.

Either raise your fist and do your thing, or

Let me grab the mic and display my rhyme scheme,

Good Guise…….. BeatDefect,

I represent the cookie, Iron is Fresh to Death!

With rhyme decimal, check out the decibel,

I’d show you the blueprints but it gets way too technical.

Techniques on the dresser, Boombox in the street,

The message is locked up behind the code in the Beat!

(Hook)

It’s the Barcode- 1’s, 0’s and $$ signs

In between the beat you can see that it’s all a crime

An American Dream, my Corporation Tis’ of The,

Babble on, while Baylon repeats History!

Revive the Boom Bap,

While NASDAQ changes suits from Brooks Bros to Hazmat-

But ya’ll ain’t hearin’ that!

Lookin in between the scars and the hype

Management downsized Hip Hop like the Stars and Stripes!!

(Katharsis)

And its covered up by the consequence,

It’s the price paid for over confidence

See I wreck a mic without leaving a dent,

Hands pointed towards the sky screamin time to repent!

See I’m sick of the commercial rap-retardists,

Katharsis, he’s getting out with the Art Is,

Sound deliveries of Sound Deliveries,

One song blows your town to smithereens!

Subliminal minded ryhmin in ya climate,

Lookin for the real hip hop, had to design it

Cuz rappers don’t rap no more they just sing

And the radio sure could use adjusting!

So close the caption, we rose to action,

BeatDefect, Good Guise composing the faction

With a rhyme so tough, 16 aint enough

Paint a rhyme scheme on the Sistine with my brush!

(Hook)

It’s the Barcode- 1’s, 0’s and $$ signs

In between the beat you can see that it’s all a crime

An American Dream, my Corporation Tis’ of The,

Babble on, while Baylon repeats History!

Revive the Boom Bap,

While NASDAQ changes suits from Brooks Bros to Hazmat-

But ya’ll ain’t hearin’ that!

Lookin in between the scars and the hype

Management downsized Hip Hop like the Stars and Stripes!!

Making the Album…..an anthology of the minds

So our story opens on a quiet north central Texas suburban location in late 2009; a garage to be more precise.

Humbly tucked away amongst the sounds of summer;  lawnmowers, weed eaters, and the zipping of bicycle chains sat 4 sweating individuals.  A conversation was unfolding that would have a lasting impact on these individuals and others yet unknown. While the mainstream world of today satisfied the masses, it held little promise for those who were truly aware of the insidious nature of the 21^st Century world. Who has the position and guts to speak up though? Jay Z? Little Wayne? Soldier Boy? Laughable at least. These Boule’ lackeys would never turn on their corporate masters whom so generously elevated them to the vapid ranks of so-called “stardom”. In fact aside from the few underground cats with the cojones to say something about the state of hip hop today (Murs, Sage Francis, Smoke, Slug etc..) no one in the unfettered public eye has said word one other than to quote Cuba in Jerry MacGuire: “Show me the money”.

Who is for the Common Man anymore? Everyone seems to say “screw him”, even though they are more closely related to the poor fellow than the slimy TV icons they idolize, or than they themselves would admit. That’s where The Guise comes in.  Well equipped to handle the task at hand, all they need is your ear. They don’t do it for the $$$ and they don’t do it for the Fame; as if there is much of either to be had anymore off of an industry that saw killing Rock N Roll in the 80’s as the same T-Bone steak they see in Hip Hop today. No, they do it for the simple fact that it needs to be done. Hopefully you see the merits in the music. 

Naturally with the negatively charged climate in America, the album is an astoundingly accurate reflecting pool of the average American’s psyche today.   

      

The major body of this work including the seminal tracks Dime X, Bye In-Cell Out, Off With His Cranium, and Chumpchange, were a collective effort produced with equal parts patience and recklessness by the collective group. All but 2 tracks were done exclusively by Bruce Lee.  Additional collaborations and previously written tracks were added which include a Solo version of Art Is on a revamped Iron Cookie Track (Proper MisConduct), and a face melting Bruce Lee rendition of Katharsis’ classic “K.A.T.” from his first solo effort: “The Troubled Times” released late 2006. Last but not least the album features 2 tracks created and produced by Katharsis, and most importantly a heart-felt lament- for- innocence- lost by E-Money to round out “Save The wReck Center”.  

Sounds easy right? Keep in mind each of these guys has a fulltime job and a family to support. Add in schedule conflicts, logistical difficulties, jail time served, and equipment malfunctions, and 8 months seems like a nano second! Long nights of falling asleep in the studio and longer days of mixing the often violent harmonies vying for supremacy in the sound field which were coming out of Bruce’s brain at breakneck speeds......and now you have "Save The wReck Center".