Flesh And Sole

by Big Tone

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Just something for those who have been rocking with me since day one. I realized I want to make more of a commitment to my listeners, so I locked myself in the lab and cooked up this little EP. I'm in a good space right now, and just wanted to share. This project marks a moment in life in which I'm growing comfortable in my own skin (hence, the word "flesh"), and am standing standing firm on my own two ( hence, the word "sole"). Thus, I'm presenting The Flesh and Sole EP.

Thank you.

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released 12 November 2010
The beauty is created by God. The flaws are created by me.

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Track Name: King Midas
Listen with and unbiased ear at what I pioneer,
Dancing on the upper echelon's highest tier.
The epicenter of the insider's square,
Golden like the right arm of King Midas' chair.
Rarely find him at a nightlife affair,
In designated attire wear.
Never guestlisted, but get me credentials when I am there,
And I don't need a bracelet to slide in there.
The forthcoming LP, I provide with care,
Pristine as the cuzzo line my hair.
My rhyme will bring a live ambiance in here,
As I recline over dimes, fine wines and beers.
Salute, to who's real, who cares for queers,
You 'bout it? Send me a shout like Tears For Fears.
Pioneers get it in, and put a end to trends,
Still lust for the gaudy trucks, rims and ends.
Squo, my credit scores rising, bless with more flyness,
Measuring all options like what's this ball nonsense?
Let me at 'em,
As the catalog's vibrating the Chevy paneling, you can bet he at it.
That mid-west heavy accent,
Done had chicks fantasizing about getting mannish in their teddy fabrics.
Like St. Valentine's, handling mines,
Some rather be ignored by me than to dance with Fonz.
But now, I keep that in check, and keep at the checks,
and keep checking for my peeps, 'cuz we having next.

You know what I'm saying?
Track Name: Picture$
Verse 1:

Living just enough for the city limits on limited income,
a primitive system, built for the big wigs and privileged friends of, the privileged friends living a frivolous binge.
My niggas done just touched, the tips of the skids,
on skid row in a Topaz, picking a bigs up.
I'm visioning some white collar cats in a sauna,
trying to find a way the gentrify the whole city by tomorrow.
And politics is kind of hard when you're followin',
a partisan party that don't polly on the block I'm in.
And voting democrat is automatic where I'm at, though,
it's yet to be determined as a positive.
Cuz I ain't really living no better,
I got cousins fighting in a war that really know pressure.
And anything the press touch don't cover us,
you could get shot on the subway by the Governor.

Hook:

When I was young I did childish stuff, but coming up you might find it rough.
Cuz life ain't no game, no time to be dealing with the same old same.
You gotta hustle for the pay, my brother got another on the way.
I came up yesterday, trying to find another one today,
Paying the rent is just a month away.

Verse: 2

We document struggle over rhythm,
just another rap cat's hustle for a living.
Theme music for rim shops and nail salon systems,
store front sneaker boutiques and corner stores that sell lottery tickets we visit,
About as many days a week as we pray,
hoping that walking a straighter line, increases my pay.
Falling short because I look to be rewarded for my efforts,
with luxury coupes and assorted leathers, forever ballin.
Yet loud and clear I hear heaven callin.
Born sinner, feeling out of position within this hell I orbit.
While poor kids find bullet shells on their porches,
corporate execs trick bonuses on Porsches.
None of my neighbors were born with silver spoons,
just basements full of Temptation and Stylistic tunes.
And I remember sliding in from school, hearing my sister singing 'Oh, Mary Don't You Weep' in our living room.

(Hook)

Verse 3:

How many times does it take to break a cycle?
The same amount of times that it takes to make you spiteful.
Having a jaded look and giving niggas an eyeful,
looking for a message out the Bible to guide you.
I can relate to that. Feeling disconnected like I'm late with the phone bill and my provider is quite through.
Running back to prayer and meditation like the Prodigal, Son, seeking unconditional love that's phenomenal.
Imperfections, I acknowledge I need help changin'.
I base success on the size of my bank statement.
Thinking I can force abundance, can't wait patient,
and still claiming faith in the Most High? Frustrated, yet know why.
It's this fixation for the dough. At times, it's outweighed for the love. No lie,
Or question. I stand here a credible guy,
Having a challenge trying to manage wings and spreading to fly. Why?

(Hook X 2)
Track Name: WayIIGO feat. Mosel
Hook:

You better find a way to go, bruh.
You better find a way to go, girl.
You better find a way to go.
Look at the man in the mirror, you the only one that know. (Repeat)

Mosel:

I, I, I, I look into my niece eyes, and forever turn my swag off.
Cuz I ain't gotta front for none of y'all.
Just doing my own thing and stand tall.
Catch me chilling with fine queens at nice malls,
and chopping up samples from Lou Rawls.
The way to go, the way I chose, my own bars.
The way I know, is if I lose, it's no loss.
Basically in battles, I count the victories.
Focus on winning the war and not the simple things.
Don't be a simpleton, full of simple dreams.
The way to go, is a prince to a Kunta king.
Be strong, no Toby.
Five ring blinging nigga, straight Kobe.
Every dude you roll with is not your homie.
Every shorty I stroll with did not dome me,
but I wish they would if they could. Just being honest,

(Hook X 2)

Tone Verse:

Yeah,
I need to find a way up out this,
mall before I find myself counting.
Countless times I flip kicks like dimes in a fountain.
Spending up to frivolous amounts and,
though it's no pain, no gain, and I done yelled alot of ouches,
offset that with fly watches.
And Mom says I work to hard to buy nonsense, force of habit.
Close enough to grab the Joneses by the shorts and manage to support my habit,
with a physical appearance where my voice is traveling.
And still do the 9-5 thing, 'til the day I go,
give my supervisor my I.D. and tell him which way to go.
Self esteem is high, brush waves is low.
The club nights is lame, it's all the same, suppose,
if low grades of smoke, and broke aimless hoes is what you choose to include when you're finding which...(way to go).

(Hook X 2)
Track Name: The Message
Verse 1:

Sometimes I don't adapt to change well.
Rocky roads, my only road map's to pray well, and just follow.
I shoulder rub in rap culture pubs and cuff bottles,
in moderation cuz where tipsy goes, drunk follows.
Low profile, smoke but don't go wild.
Sociable smoker, should only roll up at the house, or,
in the studio, cuz when I blow I go places.
Having fun navigating my own spaceship.
Bad with names, but know faces. I hope you don't blame him for any prior forgotten occasion.
For years I had alot on my mind. Being in spots where my counterparts surviving off dimes sparked alot of thoughts.
Stacking up pennies to by me a dime.
Segments of a way grimier time,
that's been ran it's course.
Used to think by the time I'd be in the source, I'd be in Birmingham, building my self esteem in a Porsche.

Hook:

But I'm straight. Except my fate, as God's gift, to either learn a lesson or progress beyond it.
My mind reflex on some regrets that vex me, but making the most of my time left's what calms it.
Reach for the stars and bond with the comets,
and trust my intuition as a message from God's lips.

Verse 2:

I struggle to be more of a people person,
but I'm cooler than an eskimo igloo person.
Intorvert, working on coming out of my shell.
Only child syndrome, used to run around by myself.
Alot of brothers love me, the utmost of a blessin',
to be bonded by dudes moving in a good direction.
In which I get to witness their growth like El's catalog classic,.
New generations I saw happen.
I see my homie's daughter every once in a blue. Went from walkin, teething to talkin,
in a short stint,
Of time.
A long glimpse of history can happen without notice if you don't get,
in the moment.
I try to be, and just be,
Let go of the tension, free and just breathe.
And pay attention.
Look around now, I paint a vision, with a bit more clarity when making mention of this life.

(Hook)

Verse 3:

Divine guidance. Stop going against the grain,
and purpose may surface, clear as a window pane.
I pay attention.
About to leave the squares alone, too.
Get back on the cardio and start benchin'.
Sensible money spending, kicks and denims.
Trick a little, still, rainy day stacks sit. No shits and giggles.
Life ain't all about tits and dimples,
I'm reminded by the joy that ring brings to my misses' mental.
Peace of mind. In the now, I found out life brings no thing that's coincidental.
All part of the plan.
Blessed is he who would think enough of me to cultivate such a remarkable man.
Learning about grace, appreciate my space.
Alleviate my ego from keeping my mindframe.
Eat good, shop better. Got cheddar. Cop sweaters, that spawn compliments. Getting a whole lot fresher,
with every step I take...

(Hook)
Track Name: Jussayyeah!!!
I see right through her, and she don't know.
Just so willing to play my game, and although,
I'm knowing that it's so unfair, that she's saying it's cool,
but I can read otherwise in her glare,
she got hopes, that casual smashin' might tap into,
higher passion and further interaction,
that resonates mutually, and enhances to something long term more so than just climaxin.
See I ration out, compliments and honesty,
allowing me to mash 'em out.
Going steady with no labels,
so keeping my friends on the side, I'm so able.
Cuz we just friends, and our mutual associates have no idea you let me beat those skins.
I think it's better that way, cuz you politic in my world,
and not face the obstacle of being viewed as my girl.

Hook:

That's how I used to sell it. Commitment repellent.
Foresight I use to pacify chicks for the meantime, so no feelings develop.
Yeah, I used to play those games. Yeah, I used to play those games. Yeah, I used to play those games. Yeah, I used to play those games.

See some try to see how you feel about 'em,
by seeing you react to the thought of another cat that they used to kick it with that's still around 'em, that she let not long ago, feel her bottom.
But I know to fall for that bait and get my trip on,
's a sure fire way to make 'em take me out the friend zone.
And we don't want that. So I keep it real with 'em,
and even tell 'em how to deal with him.
And after giving her the love advice,
I can tell her about the chick I'm about to touch tonight.
Even offer to play cupid when she's tired of guys, and periodically ask her about her girl with the hazel eyes.
See, you do your thing, I do my thing,
and somewhere in between we'll do our thing.
And someday that'll change, one day not too far away maybe. Til then? That's the game.

(Hook)