A Whirled Takeover

Texas Back II (Freestyle)

2011-12-27T18:23:00.001-05:00

New!

Texas Back II (Freestyle) by Justin Ray

Talking to the Sky (Beat by DC of Wake and Bake Beats)

2011-09-02T10:29:00.003-04:00

New ish

Talking to the Sky (Beat by DC of Wake and Bake Beats) by Justin Ray

Lyrics:
((hook))
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
but y'all don't hear me y'all just wanna turn the bass high

how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
y'all don't hear me, let them drums and the bass ride

++++
there's a war going on inside, no man is safe from
what you expect? era of customization
crazy blaming Illuminatis and Masons
the biggest hater is within, turn and face him
custom news, so your accustomed views
ain't accosted, regardless of if it is the truth
the devices that keep us connected
leave us more detached and disrespected
never expect intellect and intelligent talk
they message is as subtle as an elephant walks
a grown man's attention span is 8 seconds
if my words are complicated you won't respect it
unexpected, unconnected, I got no defense
I'm speaking Mandarin in Guatemala making no sense
leaders don't how to follow so my path is alone
handling all my tomorrows, getting this on my own, so let's go
++++

((hook))
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
but y'all don't hear me y'all just wanna turn the bass high

how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
y'all don't hear me, let them drums and the bass ride

++++
universe is 98 percent empty
so simply, human life reflects that, I MC
thoughts from a lost soul tattered and torn
looking in the mirror wonder why I was born
I'm forlorn on a cell phone with no one, Joe Horn
on in the end zone of life like somehow I scored
but I ain't like the game and my team resents me
I'm stuck in a uniform that don't represent me
this goes for all facets of life, you ever felt like
you don't belong where you are, it never felt right
smelt like you were dealt right but thought left
now somewhere in the middle you preoccupied with death
Oceanic Airlines, confusing and lost
I ain't got the answers I'm just sharing the thoughts
there's a war going on inside, no man is safe from
what you expect? era of customization

++++++

((hook))
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a Texas sky
but y'all don't hear me y'all just wanna turn the bass high

how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a Texas sky
y'all don't hear me, let them drums and the bass ride

My Time in Bars ('08-'11)

2011-07-20T11:22:00.001-04:00

The 30 best songs I made during my 3 years in Connecticut.

My Time in Bars ('08-'11) by Justin Ray

Texas Back (Freestyle)

2011-06-11T11:45:00.001-04:00

Made it this morning

Texas Back (Freestyle) by Justin Ray

2Racks Brooklyn: A Synopsis

2011-03-25T13:48:00.002-04:00

Last night I was in Brooklyn, NY for the 2Racks Rap Contest. It was a... worthwhile experience. Some observations:

1. Totally disorganized. Didn't start until 10, when the ticket and contract said 8. I suppose that's to be expected, though. Oh, and by start, I mean the host went on and did a 3-song set of his own a little after 10. What I found ironic was that the contest stressed performing completely original songs, yet he rapped over 2 different 2Pac beats.

2. This thing lasted entirely too long. This was a 32-artist tournament, with each musician performing 1:30 of a song. Judges pick the better song, that artist moves on. Nice concept, but when you spend 4 minutes bullshitting between each performance, it takes FOREVER.

I don't know how it finished, because I didn't perform my 2nd round song until 1:30 AM. Brooklyn law says they were going to have to shut the place down at 2 AM. So, from 10:30 PM to 1:30 AM, there were fewer than 48 songs performed. That breaks down to an average of 3:45 real time elapsed per song performed. At that rate, they would have finished at roughly 3 in the morning.

The place was full at the start, 70% when I did my first song, and at about 30% when I did my second song. That line graph trends downward for the championship round.

Also, the host REALLY liked to talk about all the great things he was doing for us by putting this together. If you're profiting off of something you're organizing, your self-proclaimed benevolence kind of loses steam.

Also, one judge was visibly drunk when I did my first song. That number climbed to 2 when I did my second one. Maybe that's why I "lost" to a dude wearing some kind of forest animal. Watch the video to understand:

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The crowd and DJ's responses to me throughout the night though tells me I'm doing something right. I sold a handful of CD's and was on stage for the first time in a while.

That, and a chubby white kid from suburban Houston performed at a rap show in Brooklyn. Which is a lot in itself.

Never and Write This Down

2011-03-15T00:19:00.001-04:00

Never by Justin Ray

Write This Down by Justin Ray

A Word I Never Said

2011-03-10T00:47:00.003-05:00

I wanted to talk about a word that permeates the music I love, that I'll never personally say.

A Word I Never Said by Justin Ray

#MarchMadness

Lyrics (forgive typos - I write these fast and without concern for most diction)

I never said the word because I didn't deserve to
like they didn't deserve what that word referred to
rap altered the meaning yeah I know, I heard you
but I still refuse to say it to the dudes in my circle

in the South people said it out of anger and hate
historic weight of that word you could never debate
you think it then you aren't thinking or you'll never relate
so this message lost essence just turn off the tape
slur word originated from the Spanish for black
roots in Latin, as it happens roots can grow back
blanket term for a people never tells the whole tale
same word can invoke 400 years of hell
Dick Gregory told me that censoring it is wrong
Cornel West said the rhythm of it put it in songs
Richard Pryor went to Africa, came back and stopped
wouldn't say it on stage, whether for laughs or not
nobody thought I'd fight em when they said it 'round me
like no Vietcong said it to Muhammad Ali
please read up on Josh Gibson, Satchel Paige
had to dominate before Jackie Robinson's days
attitude was Ren, E, Cube, Doctor Dre
Nas tried to call his album that, the label made him change
Mark Twain made a point to put it inside books
so 100 years later we'd get inside looks
Texas legislature all intellectual crooks
re-shaping America, changing history books
The United States past, impossible to defend
so Republicans will try to take it out of Huck Finn, uh

Nah I never said it, that's a word I never said
I heard it and I read it, won't repeat the word again
Nah I never said it, that's a word I never said
I heard it and I read it, won't repeat the word again

even if it isn't obvious, it reaches beyond
you see hate throughout politics, the people respond
racism isn't dead, it's renamed and spawned
it live on Fox News whenever Glenn Beck comes on
it's embedded in the messages of much of the right
"take back our country" guess who they wanna fight
your life insignificant if you ain't wealthy or white
and they call you something different when you aint in their sight
that's unless you want to give your MasterCard a swipe
make a purchase they turn from nervous to helping you right
everybody in the tea party holding a gripe
and colored or enlightened then prepare for a fight
a Muslim in an airport and everyone panic
protect borders is code for keep out the Hispanics
I was handed a gift, and I can't use it for wrong
that's why you're never gonna hear me say that word in a song

Nah I never said it, that's a word I never said
I heard it and I read it, won't repeat the word again
Nah I never said it, that's a word I never said
I heard it and I read it, won't repeat the word again

I never said the word because I didn't deserve to
like they didn't deserve what that word referred to
rap altered the meaning yeah I know, I heard you
but I still refuse to say it to the dudes in my circle
if that makes me archaic or makes me outdated
I choose to show my age, I refuse to say it
cause history will tell you why that word so strong
and for me to ever say it would just be so wrong

Time Machine

2011-03-08T22:24:00.000-05:00

Taking you back to why I started to rap

Time Machine by Justin Ray

#MarchMadness

Out The Sky

2011-03-06T19:39:00.001-05:00

The dude who made this beat, Sin, also made the beat for '1991.' He's from Serbia. He's sick.

Out The Sky by Justin Ray

#MarchMadness!

March Madness weekend...

2011-03-06T18:09:00.001-05:00

Saturday and Sunday:

Cairo Was Fly Though by Justin Ray

Wreckonomics by Justin Ray

Just getting started

Looking For Trouble

2011-03-03T23:49:00.000-05:00

Day 4...

Looking For Trouble by Justin Ray

#MarchMadness

March Madness Day 3: Home

2011-03-03T00:03:00.002-05:00

About the place I call home

Home by Justin Ray

#MarchMadness

Rhymes With Winning (Charlie Sheen)

2011-03-02T21:29:00.002-05:00

Tweeted and FB'ed it, and slipped on posting to the blog

Rhymes With Winning (Charlie Sheen) by Justin Ray

#winning

March 1st: Dark Fantasy

2011-03-01T10:18:00.002-05:00

Day 1 of March Madness.

Over Kanye West's "Dark Fantasy."

Dark Fantasy by Justin Ray

2Racks Rap Contest in Brooklyn, NY

2011-01-13T23:10:00.004-05:00

I've signed up for a rap contest this March in Brooklyn, NY.

The 2Racks Rap Contest will be Thursday, March 24th.

It's an honor to perform hip-hop music in the same vicinity as some of the greatest MC's to ever touch a microphone. I'll be representing Houston, Texas EXTRA HARD in BK!

Above is the rough cover for my new mixtape, 'Truth Flytalker.' It will be alot like last year's 'Upstream,' which was essentially a best-of from 2008-2009. 'TF' is my best effort to get everyone caught up on what I'm all about.

See you in March!

Complete Lyrics to "Flow"

2010-10-28T23:36:00.004-04:00

1. GREAT EXPECTATIONS

I'm just tryin to kick it like Diego Forlan
be named the world's greatest emcee before I'm gone
make the biggest impact I can in a song
and make a day better for the ones who aint strong
since Ray came along all I ever known is doubters
I heard every word, stockpiled gunpowder
+Bubba Sparked+ the fuse, a +Shade+ more power
than my predecessors, now watch the +Ash+ shower
I know the first thing you see is skin tone
grow a brain, only grey matter matters get gone
they distracted, hey batter batter swing - ohh
I enacted every trait you envy and more
I am blessed with a gift, the best with pen in wrist
I twist English like O.E. be on my lips
see OG rhythm and style on these beats
low key in appearance, high strung underneath

+++
cause I be thinkin that it's my time
every time, time ticks by no slower (uh)
I be seein that the right time's any time
I can get my eyeline lowered (uh)
see I be peepin out the skyline, sky high
thinkin I'm the city's best flower (uh)
and when they tell me that it's my time
I'll just wonder why the others did not know it (uh)
++++

my aorta in order, it pumps an 808
my blood be diesel fuel that flows with the bass
my right and left ventricle, filled with the intregal
physical form of what Screw mean to my state
in the interval of my birth and untimely death
I shall prove my worth with my every breath
I will revel the steps needed to reach the nest
where the doves do fly and the eagles do rest (YES)
my attention won't turn, my ascension is earned
haters call it dimentia, they know I'm obsessed
my passion will burn, til I'm ashes in an urn
I will thrash and claw until I know I'm the best
I'm my own worst critic, I'm my own biggest cynic
therefore I shall never stand back impressed
I shall never arrive until the day that I die
the gift and the curse of the perfectionist (ah)

++++
(2x)
cause I be thinkin that it's my time
every time, time ticks by no slower (uh)
I be seein that the right time's any time
I can get my eyeline lowered (uh)
see I be peepin out the skyline, sky high
thinkin I'm the city's best flower (uh)
and when they tell me that it's my time
I'll just wonder why the others did not know it (uh)

2. LONELY PEOPLE

(hook/sample)
all the lonely people, where do they all come from?
all the lonely people, where do they all belong?
I look at all the lonely people
I look at all the lonely people

another night alone another right to groan about your life
staring at your phone, a flutter if you see the screen's light
screens are like your closest friend, Blackberry, IPhone
it means you stayin' plugged in, self-aware that you're alone
self-existence only known in your Facebook status
talkin to the world on Twitter, outer peace and inner madness
played your cards as they were dealt, thought you took right route
now every night you sit at home questioning what life's about
college grad, great job, every day you're at the gym
killing time until you're up and headed back to work again
blind yourself with obligation, your career and alcohol
to try and hide the void inside you'd do anything at all
love is just a pipe dream, broken heart, it might seem
relationships are hopless, walkin through Hell with ice cream
slipping through your hands, can't cuff the arms on the clock
lay alone in bed at night wonderin if this will stop...
I'm askin'....

(hook)

at 17 she had a thing for Vicodin and Mescaline
and boys who liked to fight, looked like covers of magazines
and one night she laid down with Mike who dealt Promethazine
and 9 months later shes alone holdin' her baby Jean
baby went from Baby Phat jeans to shady back screens
to kill her God-given gift a broken girl will blaspheme
raise a daughter autistic, she always been a misfit
now the distance 'tween her and her dreams is just endless
and the instance she sees her girl smile that all melts
but the only conversations she has is with herself
so, so long to tomorrow, goodbye to aspirations
on her own alone no known route thanks to her libations
her sense of self is gone all she got is obligations
and every ounce of strength she has is poured into her patience
creations of our actions are gon ripple down the road
you're in denial if you really think God is in control
i'm askin'

(hook)

everybody wants success, wants to reach the highest peak
wants to grow, be the best, teach the mute how to speak
show the beauty in an artform that people couldn't see
be the pen that scripts out more than you could ever read
but with the route that shapes an +Outkast+ into a +Big Boi+
you learn that friends never outlast, and while they enjoy
the fruits of small labors, you plant your own tree
and harvest it alone while the peasants underneath
they hate you when you shine, resent you when you glisten
and when you try to show 'em how to grind they don't listen
they say 1's the lonliest number, and damn aint that the truth
I can't imagine dictatin' the things I say in this booth
cause since youth I been aloof to givin dudes my own ear
their version of coercion, what I did not wanna hear
so I lurk in third person, second my first thoughts
cause zero people understand that battles I've fought
and I know...

(hook)

3. 1991

let me take you back to a simpler time in mine
when I started writing music
when I feel like a lot of this started
when I feel like I started to distance myself from the rest of my peers
my age: six years, yeah...

still drippin' in placenta I was spittin' my agenda
at the Kindergarten center makin art soon as I enter
heart with a magma center I was pumpin out flames
creative lava pumpin hard through all of my veins
back when George Bush 1 was out chasin Hussein
they called me little push ton 'cause I spit out cocaine
Mister Bowls-plus-one, championship game
Baby Chuck D tuck deez nuts in your frame...it was in....

HOOK
19-90-muthafuckin-1...(repeat)

just put the pen in my hand mama, the pad on the table
write about my uncle's 'caine I was born that able
saw the sin, pain, drama and used it to my strength
Mama cryin when she visitin her dad in the clink
I had my paws on my pen when my Grandpa's in the prison
scribble sixteens, B-sides bang in my system
a precarious position for a child so young
wrote it, rapped it to myself, couldn't talk to no one
when you walk in no sun, the shadows are your home
I grew up among my thoughts, preferred being alone
everything that I sought, it just blared from the speaks
fuck a cul-de-sac I'm feeling more at home in the streets
this old town is wack, get on the stage with a beat
I got the biggest sack, white boy be playin for keeps
I got older started rollin in the Nickel no lie
and I'ma take that attitude back to Oak Ridge High... it started in

HOOK

until they sign my +death certificate+, +I can't be stopped+
a +main source+ of +breakin atoms+, like +2Pacalypse+ Pac
I'm young hungry and political, my +theories high end+
from a Tribe called Texas, you fucks should buy in
...my style is 15 percent Brad Jordan's dope bag
the other 85 percent is Uncle Sam's toe tag
5 years before Young Jeezy had a black flag
I was screaming Gray Nation, their future's my past
my present's so fast, they can't catch my gift
I'm in tomorrow like Tokyo - you get my drift
my sacks just too heavy man they always stare
they can't give me a position like DeMarcus Ware
but look in that backfield and I'm always there
the stars on me, I guess I'm your selected player
my life's on All-Madden C-P-U can get some
since 8-bit they ate shit when they faced me, i'm talkin back in....

HOOK

4. YOUNG TODAY

you're like everything that's great, never savored til its gone
your flavor still resonates in everything I've done
you're a well of opportunity, a ground swell of life
I'm a shell of who I wanna be without what you provide
you're everything inside I want to hold on close to
when my way lead me astray you remind me of 'supposed to'
I hope you, find yourself enjoying being young
'cause you can never get it back, chasin' the settin sun
racin the earth's axis, counter-clockwise roll
don't amount to much so touch youth before you old
try to grow up slow, make mistakes and taste it right
age death and taxes touch us all in this life
and nothin else guaranteed, so believe you and me
through retrospective glasses past is sweet to see
and I'ma be sippin slow, got my youth on ice
cause truth is sub-30 don't come around twice...my advice...

---

I said goodbye to you 2 and half years back
when I got the news no need holdin tears back
forever 23 - that ain't no retail store
that's a premature twisted knob on heaven's door
with this job I been so far removed from home
but I could feel your love from there, never felt alone
never felt that far away, the bond you created
with a smile that never left and a spirit never faded
baby girl you were created to bring love to this Earth
and everybody in that church understood what you were worth
you'll be the first cheek I kiss when I get my call
you embodied what I missed about being with yall
you lit up every room, your memory is priceless
your love lives forever in the lives you intwined with
that's the funny thing about dying so young
your flame becomes immortal, in the eyes of everyone
your good traits are magnified, while your bad ones die
washed away in the eyes of who pretend your soul rise
you never get old eyes, while age makes us lessen
we remember you alive, they remember us decrepid
young artists who die, ascend, become immortal
old artists get irrelevant and search for time portals
still sayin all that, I wish that you were still around
cause memories don't amount to you and I hangin out, so
I'll let this ride out

5. IMPATIENT

I been sittin' back (patient)
hoping I can get my crack (patient)
these (patient)
in my waitin' room, get im- (patient)
they been anticipatin' (patiently)
(patient) I can't be any more (patient)
from knocking to kicking the door (patient)
I'm im-(patient)
frustration, im-(patient)
here I stand no more actin' (patiently)
+++

I been a walkin' aberration, a glitch in the matrix
balkin at annexation, bitch I'm my own nation
these squawkin imitations so stuck in their cells
talking masturbation, fuckin theyselves
ground shakin like you Haitian, I shift the Earth
move seas, uproot trees to prove my worth
I been waitin too patient, too 50 and Em
my skills XXL, lemme holla at them
for real, your next L is a product of him
I will excel, no MSN
my reflection of self is Obama at 25
omnipresent presence and the future is all mine
essence in the present is pretty presidential
I present a pretty impressive perspective, its simple
I take the devil, Mohammed, Allah and Christ
put em in the same room and transcribe the fight ('sright!)

+++
I been sittin' back (patient)
hoping I can get my crack (patient)
these (patient)
in my waiting room, get im- (patient)
they been anticipatin' (patiently)
(patient) I can't be any more (patient)
from knocking to kicking the door (patient)
I'm im-(patient)
frustration, im-(patient)
here I stand no more actin' (patiently)
+++

no more hourly work, I wanna shower the earth
with gold, No R Kelly, just words thats worth
24-K hangin from a platinum chain
blood diamonds encrust the frontal lobe of my brain
my silver rib cage, keep me Sterling Sharpe
catch everything they throw, Game +wouldn't get Favre+
no passing me up, quarterback from the start
defensive end size, field general's heart
I'm still Eitalin smart and Addreall focused
spittin my hocus pocus and waitin on the locusts
and I know this, a young man's G A M E
but you gotta graduate, no G-E-D
cause aint no assists here, no C P 3
you can wait for next year, this time's for me
tell my doc that I'm sick of waitin
stop hatin I'm one of the best alive and sick of actin....

+++
I been sittin' back (patient)
hoping I can get my crack (patient)
these (patient)
in my waiting room, get im- (patient)
they been anticipatin' (patiently)
(patient) I can't be any more (patient)
from knocking to kicking the door (patient)
I'm im-(patient)
frustration, im-(patient)
here I stand no more actin' (patiently)
+++

6. ARROGANT AMERICAN

born free born rich born bored it's true
I was born stateside so I'm better than you (ha)
my misplaced pride is a known birthright
told since waist high I wouldn't have to fight
in defense, I side with the religious right
but I'm dense and Mom and Dad never let me decide
if Arrion genocide of the Natives was right
history left a mystery of why they all died
instantly I was distant from people in plight
they wasn't lily white or wealthy I don't care if they die
livin right, mighty healthy with my head in the sky
criticise drug dealers and yet I'm gettin high
(listen!) J's pen wrecks their tiny little brains
Odelay, Glenn Beck the brittle will go insane
what I say straight wrecks a PR campaign
been sayin this dreck who eat up what they say
are the same who burned books way back in the day
Dear Sarah, fuck off, sincerely Justin Ray

+++++
big money big cars big sense of self
bigger God in the sky than anybody else
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view

loud pipes loud mics loud beats and rhymes
loud media hypes em up and watches em die
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
+++++

I ain't a citizen of earth, I'm a citizen of worth
sittin' in a plush post look down on brown births
hush, Huffington Post, them New York Times
decry midwest values, post new york lies (bullshit)
the Post's a tabloid written in crayola
appeal to right folks, collect their payola
no coincidence, innocence claimed by them blokes
ignorance okay, and stupid is en vogue
to live a life lookin in a singular way
is to ignore being human every single day
America wasn't formed to worship a cross
...people came here so they could stop being squashed
by the veiled theocratic British brainwashed
leadership that beat the shit out people who thought
that over-religious zealots shouldn't tell em shit
'bout how they should think, act, 'swhy they boarded ships (get back!)

+++++
big money big cars big sense of self
bigger God in the sky than anybody else
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view

loud pipes loud mics loud beats and rhymes
loud media hypes em up and watches em die
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
+++++

BRIDGE

If you proud to be American (put em up put em up)
overweight loud and arrogant (put em up put em up)
throw your middle fingers in the sky (put em up put em up)
fuck 'em all, let the people die (put em up put em up)
If you proud to be American (put em up put em up)
ignorant loud and arrogant (put em up put em up)
throw your middle fingers in the sky (put em up put em up)
fuck em if they don't worship Christ (put em up put em up)
If you proud to be American (put em up put em up)
overweight loud and arrogant (put em up put em up)
throw your middle fingers in the sky (put em up put em up)
hold you up and then you crucified (put em up put em up)

+++++

(builds)
I pledge allegiance to my sense of self
my God my country and no one else
I swear that I shall defend her name
regardless of her past I won't feel shame
I'll fly her flag, I'll wear her stripes
I'll vote, then I'll complain about my rights
I'll plead for politicians to cross party lines
then refuse to support em at election time

I'm the arrogant American, I'm bigger and better
my memory microwave, my concession never
obsessed with television, following to the letter
what the news man say, now and forever
bow down I never, I am always right
and my right's to turn on my T-V tonight
cause books are for pussies and the communist fucks
double looks for em, yelling The Economist sucks
and it's obvious bucks are the determinant cause
in the value of your life, let the impoverished fall
George Bush let the ninth ward drown in vain
and a Democrat mayor didn't feel their pain
get at Ray

+++++
big money big cars big sense of self
bigger God in the sky than anybody else
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view

loud pipes loud mics loud beats and rhymes
loud media hypes em up and watches em die
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
+++++

In one hand, I hold the arrow
in the other hand, the olive branch
I've long since traded my olive branch
for more arrows

you can think differently than me
honestly I hope you do
I just hope you think for yourself

7. ANOTHER GHOST IN THE MACHINE (my verses)

locked in my cage, these pills are my escape route
monster deranged, medication in my veins now
boxed in, rage they can see it in my face now
obnoxious the way I don't recognize this place now
20-20 vision of the prison I am locked in
visionary child headphones blaring Rakim
military style, to their beat I've been marchin'
sick of it though...so I grab my bags and go

++++

broadcasting live from an Oklahoma meth lab - Ray
I'm the spark that'll make that trailer blow up today
that'll bring your daddy back, make Mommy clean out her tray
detoxify the air that surrounds you every day
peroxide the scares you feel when you asleep
you will not die, you're here despite what you receive
child of a drug dealer, daughter of a fiend
you can smile when I take you away, make you believe
you're anything and everything that you could wanna be
Mount Everest full of effort pursuing your every dream
essence of perseverance, the presence of a Queen
you blessed, you're cousin never let you lose steam
cause even though you're whole life been upstream
you're stronger from the fight, that swim will keep you lean
hungry for the future, passionate and free
I got your plane ticket, you can always come and see me

+++++

I've been known to to
walk alone, talk alone, write alone, fight alone
spending every waking moment and every night alone
blending in with any city I'm in and it's like I'm home
I been isolated no matter what flight I'm on
window seat solo, no carry-ons for me
just pull my hat low, charge another baggage fee
story of my life, take flight with aspiration
and just feel lonely when I reach my destination

8. LIVE AT THE BB2

straight outta Texas sediment - the evident resident
omnipresent benevolent pied pusher of medicine
pharmaceutical heaven when I be peddling bars
I build spaceships, bitch, I don't reach for the stars
I don't be looking at you, no Bruno Mars
I look past your reach, I'm light years beyond
young bastard teach em bout a word is bond
5th ward never paid me but I earned my card
street credit meets course credit boys I been bred
in a lab, force-fed me the pen and the pad
wrote the world in a book in a day and a half
then rapped it over Kanye, Dilla, and Daz
mighty duck boy Bombay killin' em fast
alrighty, fuck boy andelay, out of my path
your girl's fuck toy I get real deep in that ass
Bottoms Up +J Songz+ Minaj in your pad
I'm that dude that rude leave Ray residue
on your gray bedsheets and your gay dress shoes
I sneeze at emcees indeed - bless you
dream sixteens seem unreal to you
hellacious young rapper, faceless dumb bastard
ageist hate basher, may just bait Asher
aint P-R like when Mase became a pastor
actors are FEMA faced with a disaster
after NASDAQ fuck an ASCAP that's the ass slap
on my penetration, bass-ackwards
past next year's style while I move faster
these assholes after last mixtape's masters

((gunshot))

fuck a tea party I just bought a round of shots
everclear rap harder than a bottle of scotch
washin' vikes down like Brett Favre gets knocked

((gunshot))

I'm concrete 20 miles deep on bomb beats
I speak - these emcees obsolete
the husky kid turned a grizzly with reach
they define con, I'm Hasheem Thabeet
and I remind y'all I mean what I speak
I define raw, dripping blood red meat
the antibiotic product, prescription speech
call it Osama-care, terror is in the air
New Era on your mind, you fitted to be scared
and willingly unaware of Mister 20-12
I came to push every continent into hell
in-continent opponents, shittin on themselves
incompetent, I know it, wishing in a well
that I just stop goin or I end up in a cell
Spitzer my career, Client 9 myself
twister in my fears, Helen Hunt my health
this bitch that's my career, stuntin' up my wealth
won't ditch it never fear, I don't need no help
spitter of the year been doing it by himself

9. EN(Light)EN UP

I am the rhyming abomination from the nation of Obama
patient for the change that America was promised
bring a man obligation, only see the current product
you missing half the equation, remainder isn't honest
listen to the free mason Fox hate-a-holics
when half those people been overpaid as Iguodala
if you ain't educated you're subject to the Six-es
the pictures that they painted are poisonous elixirs
think you thinkin for yourself, you thinkin on prescriptions
pop a pop culture pill, drink the liquor Christians
fiscal conservatism doesn't help the people
it preserves eternal wealth for proprietors of evil
the leaders who sell your health back to you for cost
are the ones who sell agendas to the we-don't-read lot
there's a direct link between the literacy rate
that correlates to whether you a red or blue state
you blue-blooded fucks can boo me all you want I'm
just true to myself and the way that I was brought up
see I brought up books to my nose, crooks to my shows
hooks to my flows, looks like the enlightened ain't caught up
in the shook stunted-growth ass brains that they mold
same ones that had slaves in sugarcane growths
see J juxtapose Texas Board of Education
with success, I was bored with Texas education
so I left, the right doesn't always mean correct
you ain't lost a single right, you don't enlighten you infect
I came to brighten the sun, you sons are insects
they stepping on your wings when their words you accept

+++++

Ronald Reagan is a symbol of conservatism dreams
same man pushed crack into inner city streets
let it kill black teens and quell minorities
you a fool if you think the right doesn't like to see
their lily-white streets vacant of colored faces
immigration laws remain supported by racists
and they label obligations with American flags
there's nothin' more American than ignoring our past
wrap a lie in camoflauge, they won't even ask
Jesus must hate Hispanics, Blacks and fags
.....listen to me, I ain't never gon' cave
how you afraid of everyone and call it land of the brave
call it land of the free, you free to be d dash b a g
evidence ain't shit evid-ently
heaven sent me to tell you it was fake
and to stop using it to justify your own hate

10. I GOT IT

((HOOK))
you wanna, but you won't
cause we got it, and you don't
we ready, we comin'
just honest, I got it
you wanna, but you won't
cause we got it, and you don't
we ready, we comin'
just honest, I got it....I got it

the skill set is real guess the deal I'm a get
soul spill, yes it's kill, hear the real in your deck
it is Ray day from here to happily ever after
to alter your perception of what makes a great rapper
I won't compromise, apologize or bring the knowledge down
all my bars full - Thursday in a college town
pass the bottles round, I work way too hard
so I pick from the deck, I don't play no cards
til I kick it on a deck with bourbon and a cigar
my work ethic straight fullback, knocking over yall
til R's Fallin from the Sky I fly and send aid
dying doin' it for people, Roberto Clemente

((HOOK))

this mixtape will self destruct under my dream's weight
I'm 05 Papoose I'm 08 Drake
my own hope is a noose from which I can't break
when your dream seems this close you can't escape
I make genius mixes to fill up your I-Tunes
working genius bars like the clerks wearing blue
open this mac's book and I show you how true
wifi - I connect without ever touching you (what it do)

((HOOK))

I do it for the H, do it for T-X
I do it for the dropouts with tattooed necks
I do it so I can fill out that space between
the times you get wasted and fuck up your dreams
I do it for progression, I do it for what's right
my soul's an mp3 you can play it every night
no glitching in my space ship, flying over bitches
BEEN pitching for the H call me J.R. Richard

((HOOK))

11. CHUCK D

the state hate a rapper, I'm their disease
I ain't a backpacker, I back packin' these
the time is ours, fuck the GOP
I fight the power, I'm Chuck D
the on-point youth, they my Flava Flav
clock around they neck, says their time today
the time is ours, fuck the GOP
I fight the power, I'm Chuck D
+++++
man I ain't +Rozay+, ain't even Cristal
this is drinking Everclear out of a pis-tal
I love gangsta rap, but that ain't who I am
I'm John Brown resurrected with a pen in hand

pitch black cerebellum boy son I got a dark mind
at least that's what I tell em right before they re-wind
but aint nothin can compare to their televised slime
the shit they say on Fox News is written for the blind

they slander and they libel and they're liable to find
that the people that they talking to would quickly co-sign
to re-segregate America and regulate crime
by incarcerating every minority that they find

Glenn Beck's full of shit when he says talk peace
using Martin Luther King for a shrouded hate speech
you a puffy faced pussy selling fear to the scared
Klan rally with no hood, we good and aware

false prophet making profit off a nation of zombies
the new David Koresh, Fox Noose's fake Ghandhi
this is just a thank you from all the Atheists
cause you're Program is proof God doesn't exist

it takes a nation of millions to defeat their false hope
and that legion of minions are all puppets for Karl Rove
hypocrisy, democracy, the American way
just count the people on Medicare in the tea party today

+++
the state hate a rapper, I'm their disease
I ain't a backpacker, I back packing these
the time is ours, fuck the GOP
I fight the power, I'm Chuck D
the on-point youth, they my Flava Flav
clock around they neck, says their time today
the time is ours, fuck the GOP
I fight the power, I'm Chuck D

12. UNDER THE SUN

had to do it again

when I talk to the world this way
sometimes it's because
I don't have anyone else to talk to
sometimes it's because it's my best form of expression
and sometimes
it's cause I feel like I have a story to tell

y'all make me sick, I see you and I'm nauseous
people you walk with are far beyond obnoxious
destructive, evil, the things I think are nonsense
y'all clamor to and you see them as obvious??
I see your faces and hear where you came from
can't believe I look like you, we the same, huh?
but you symbolize everything that I resent
can't believe you're from the same place I represent
things you told me in confidence and hushed tones
things I heard either in public or your homes
I felt so alone standing up against your hate
but that made me who I am, stronger every day!
I lost friends who said things that I knew were wrong
then I called em out on it, balls out and so honest
so long to the fake, real recognize real
that's a curse, cause there's so few people I feel -- yet and still

((is anybody out there??))

I don't relate to you, never have never will
I never hated you, forever we're at odds still
that force field you got around you's a strong one
and Lord will' you'll have found for what you've been longing
this break between when we speak will be a long one
but maybe over there they'll get your name right - Annyong
so long son, may the wind remain at your back
go get yours, I hope the sun lights up your track
sometimes a man finds who he is when alone
and I understand wanting to find where you belong
so maybe someday we'll share more than a mother
and a father, but I ain't bothered, you'll always be my brother
and I'll treat you as such, though you don't see me as much
I'll do my best to shorten distance between us
the paths the we've taken couldn't be any different
but the road started in the same place, so listen, I know that...

it's been so long since you and I spoke
but that's cause I don't agree with most of your folks
I guess they all made a bad impression on me
that your word turned them an ugly I don't wanna see
and couldn't be, but why'd that affect you and me?
cause you and me had a separate type of unity
and truthfully I can't believe in your ideals
when I can't even decide HOW I FEEL...
crucifix - never shit to me Sunday School
lost meaning in my eyes, a marketing tool
made me think about that room full of robots
believing without thinking standing in a glass box
justifyin' hatred and exclusion, knowing not
what they're doing losing sight of everything we got
I can't believe in you cause it kills me inside
and if the Horsemen come, I'ma saddle up and ride!

13. BLED PRESIDENTS

card shark, play it hard, grindin' at the break of dawn
crisp suit 6 months ago I could not afford
Dow Jones hustler, Nasdaq grinder
eyes on a hedge fund, greenback pirahna
dollars make the planet rotate, so I go ape
when I move stock like a cattlehand, no steak
pushin' for them tax breaks, upper class cut
George Bushin' up my plate, see them numbers go up
America's blue whale, stay too big to fail
Wall Street never sleep I deliver this mail
my cash got cache I stay needing more
I bleed dark green, see me profit off a war
had stock in Halliburton way before 0-4
middle east oil futures before desert storm
foreign arms companies during the cold war
no Martha Stewart I'm an insider on the floor
stay tradin with Satan like baseball cards
'Cept rookies ain't shit real lives get lost
that's a small cost in the game I play
a body is a number a life's a throwaway
briefcase stowaway on my first class flight
still need an Ambien, I can't sleep at night
cause I claim I'm ruthless, but +Eazy+ I'm not
a sleazy life I lead, I can feel my soul rot

14. OCTOBER 20TH

washing pills down with whiskey, fill my glass back up
distilled Tennessee tea when my nerves act up
spittin' while I'm sittin' on the roof or the balcony
think my inner storm somehow create alchemy
my palms hot, no Vegas, somebody talcum me
considering the powder Robert Downey back in 03
weather always bad so I drown it in vodka
catch me center of the thunder, Serge Ibaka
or raining down hard, just Kim Jong Il'in
wondering if I can overcome these feelin's
alone, sleep deprived staring at the ceiling
Antarctic heart, closed icebox freezing
spilling emotions and they won't stop flowing
BP'in over beats polluting rap's ocean
whether face in a book or tethered to facebook
alone in my own universe every way I look
the story that I've written only got 1 author
autobiographical, spitting from my altar
no congregation just waiting for my offer
maybe my patience will find me paid proper
the people's poetic pauper peppering the broadband
pestering the right like I'm helping out the Taliban
deadening the hype, so jaded and understated
I wouldn't believe em if they told me I'm the greatest
+++
where do I go next? open my eyes
to the early death... I can not deny
I can not subscribe to their news and views
I could never sit next to them dudes in pews
God shoot me a text if there really is a you
I got the same number I did back in school
when I would act a fool then talk to the sky
and explain myself, but I couldn't justify
why you were accepted, and you never were denied
never debited but always credited with sunshine
and come time for the world report, CBS
one eye could see these ideals brought death
differences of thought means bullets to your chest
and just an infidel on my own conquest
plus the Evangelic's mindstate straight hellish
kids hanging themselves over what preachers selling
you could live and never tell em, Tony Dungy's son
shell in your cerebellum over what you've done
or be hated by the entire congregation
stay shunned for something cant be un-done
see I couldn't on-board that particular plane
first class brains can't be coached in that way
you're a justification for so much of this nation
Justin don't got the patience to believe what they say
++++
here's my toast to the utmost and all I see
my new post like Amar'e in NYC
I'm just vampin' while I'm lampin', so C-C
a big pitch tell the city they can count on me
it all feels so different, this way I be
not just my own world, my own gal-ax-y
I try to comprehend what all this means
as I stare at the stars, runaway with me

New mixtape - FLOW

2010-10-28T23:05:00.004-04:00

I feel better about this project than anything else I've ever done musically.

PLEASE spread the word! I'll be posting the lyrics to the entire album, track-by-track, later.

Thanks for your continued support.

- Justin Ray

http://www.zshare.net/download/82162225aa3d9733/

Flow (2010) by Justin Ray

Live at the BB2

2010-10-15T18:32:00.001-04:00

Live at the BBQ was the world's first glimpse at Nas' brilliance.

Hence the title.

October 29th is FLOW Friday

Live at the BB2 (Prod. by A. Brown, S. Remi) by Justin Ray

Artwork + "Under the Sun"

2010-09-28T00:40:00.002-04:00

Props to Josh Wilson for coming through with the artwork.

Flow will be completed very soon.

Under The Sun (Prod. by Evo) by Justin Ray

Flow :: Arrogant American

2010-09-11T23:09:00.002-04:00

Is it bad to drop a song criticizing American hypocrisy on 9/11? Naw, it's perfectly appropriate. Can't wait until the 2012 election season when making this a National Holiday is used as political fuel.

Enjoy the song, everyone. Flow is nearly done. The LP feels really big.

Arrogant American (Prod. by Adrian Champion) by Justin Ray

1st drop off Flow - "Lonely People"

2010-08-12T22:49:00.002-04:00

Decided to drop this one today after writing a few more songs I feel really good about tonight. Album in September.

Samples "Elanor Rigby" by The Beatles - and there's no way in 10 million years the sample would EVER be cleared. THANK YOU, SWEET ILLEGAL INTERNET MUSIC. Free trade of ideas rules.

Lonely People by Justin Ray

New LP: Flow is halfway done

2010-08-09T17:23:00.002-04:00

1. I've decided to call the new LP "Flow."

2. I have about half the songs already recorded.

3. I really need to push this one - I feel really good about the content and if it gets in the right person's hands, I'm convinced that it's all over. I'm always convinced of that though.

6 weeks and counting

2010-06-14T09:42:00.003-04:00

Breathe Through the Years, a song off A Natural Disaster, and then Upstream, has been voted number 1 for 6 straight weeks on "In Tha Cypher," a nationally-syndicated radio show that is played in over a dozen different markets across the country.

Thanks for the support, and let's keep this great run going.

04 Breathe Thru the Years by Justin Ray

New mixtape: "Live Spicy"

2010-05-05T19:40:00.002-04:00

Live Spicy by Justin Ray

Download the zip file here: http://www.zshare.net/download/7576345878c5078c/

Spicy living entails getting yours, giving them theirs, and seizing the moment.

Share the spice.

New mp3 - Preach

2010-04-27T17:29:00.002-04:00

One of the songs off my new mixtape, "Live Spicy."

Dropping 5.5.10.

Cool points to you if you know what video game this beat samples.

Preach by Justin Ray

I'm Back Freestyle

2010-04-05T18:21:00.000-04:00

Over the new T.I. single

I'm Back Freestyle by Justin Ray

Upstream - Get It on SoundCloud

2010-03-22T20:55:00.004-04:00

I re-uploaded 'Upstream' using SoundCloud, since imeem went the way of the Republican party's sanity.

In the developmental stages with the next project. Stay tuned.

Upstream (2009) by Justin Ray

March Madness

2010-01-22T10:33:00.003-05:00

An update!

Every day for the entire month of March, I'll be putting a new song out on this blog and on my twitter feed.

If you missed it on NYE:

http://usershare.net/878ez0nk0f15

++++

Ehh, scratch that. Seeking inspiration. See you soon.

New Mixtape: Upstream

2009-12-17T12:07:00.004-05:00

A best-of-2009, in 1 file with new artwork.

http://usershare.net/ftqksymlo8nu

Download everything from 2009:

Black December
http://usershare.net/uqx2buezq7f0

A Natural Disaster
http://usershare.net/99wrurei6yt3

NSFW
http://usershare.net/qxzqmqj8dfko

Mixtape Download: Black December

2009-11-29T18:41:00.002-05:00

Black December

Copy and paste this link into your browser

http://usershare.net/uqx2buezq7f0

Black December artwork

2009-11-29T17:40:00.001-05:00

Mixtape cover

Putting the finishing touches on it. Posting it either tonight or tomorrow morning.

New mixtape

2009-11-02T17:49:00.001-05:00

Black December

December 1st

See you then

Rap Cardio 1

2009-09-25T22:15:00.000-04:00

11 Minutes

Enjoy

Rap Cardio 1 - Justin Ray

A Natural Disaster

2009-09-05T12:18:00.000-04:00

Done. 10 tracks in both an effort to emphasize quality over quantity, and in homage to 'Illmatic.'

1. Intro to A Natural Disaster
2. Back From The Dead
3. Holy Are You
4. Breathe Through the Years
5. Unsilent Majority
6. The Star
7. Keys
8. D.O.A.
9. Language Arts
10. Dead

Imeem playlist is to your right. The download posted below is a zip file. If you don't know what that is or how to play the songs, hit yourself in the head with a tackhammer. Then Google how to.

Download "A Natural Disaster" below:
http://www.zshare.net/download/65110813a5fadce3/

Written, recorded, produced and mixed by myself, with just this Mac laptop and lots of downloaded instrumentals. Personal discography:
2002 - Not For Sale
2003 - The Last Breath
2005 - Gray Nation Vol. 1
2005 - Gray Nation Vol. 2
2006 - Gray Nation Vol. 3
2007 - Piff Notes
2009 - NSFW
2009 - A Natural Disaster

I've posted the lyrics to each song in the previous post. Why don't albums have this anymore? Do rappers fear exposure of simplicity? Or do they think people just don't care about what we're saying anymore?

Enjoy the album. Tell the world. I write for selfish reasons, but those reasons may in turn give others something, as well.

Lyrics to 'A Natural Disaster'

2009-09-05T11:08:00.014-04:00

Intro to A Natural Disaster
------
manic depressant, my mind is a murder scene
a different essence when I'm all out of my Sertraline
you ever seen a man divided in half?
his insides torn between loving and hating his path
every room I've ever entered in I've been on my own
my loneliness the only kiss that my lips ever known
it's hard to comprehend if you ain't walked that path
but if you've felt my end, you're sayin' you don't know the half
you don't know the trash that I try to digest
my attempt to offset depression with what I guess
is a weak man's courage, and a strong man's vice
and somewhere in the middle, the thing that makes me nice
on a device I owe my life to, cause back in '0-2
I was thinkin' of slicing my wrists and finally going through
with suicide cause you and I know I wasn't like you
I hated myself my family and my fucking life too
naturally, I'm a disaster, lost and lifeless
but chemically enhanced I'm ridiculous hypeness
Prozac's my BALCO, Paxil is my MacNamee
that and rap finally got me off of that balcony
and that was pure alchemy, made me into what I am
turned a sick fuckin' teen into a successful man
that's why people who never understand my stance
as a man saved by this craft of which I command
never alter my hand with their negative takes
you can't question my sincerity, I've never been fake
make no mistake, this has never been for cake or fame
for some lust of power or taste of winning this game
it's just been a release of my pent up emotion
I can't decide if it's addiction - or love and devotion
I'm torn between youth and the truth of today
so I'll just capture this moment as the instrumental plays....

Gray Nation Volume 5...
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Back from the Dead

this is big boy rap right here
we're in a skinny jeans free zone
Gray Nation

ba ba back from the dead (4x) come and catch a holy ghost (repeat)
Hot 9-7 come and catch a holy ghost
97-9 come and catch a holy ghost
Shade 4-5 come and catch a holy ghost
95-5 come and catch a holy ghost
----
hide your children, again the drunk bastard
put beats on and Flex like Funkmaster
let my set swing low with the thump up high
my chariot's a spaceship exiting the sky
the exodus of auto-tune, passing of the fad
but sick penmanship never wanes in demand
my H1N1 was never white bread (bred)
dumb birds didn't get it, flew over the pigs' heads
I could never temper my temper, subdue my skill
grew up on Nas' lyrics, it gave me an +Ill Will+
I tune out most makers of top-40 hits
'cause to me they sound faker than Octomom's lips
on my Autobahn shit, pedal to the floorboard
murder over drum loops, Pro Tools warlord
when will kids learn not to believe their hype
I don't care, I'm too busy dominating LIFE
-
ba ba back from the dead (4x) come and catch a holy ghost (repeat)
yeah, Don Cannon come and catch a holy ghost
uh, The Runners come and catch a holy ghost
Kanye West come and catch a holy ghost
Khaled, we the best come catch a holy ghost
-
substance and style had a child named ridiculous
and I'm a pedophile, cause I'm fucking ridiculous
one deuce out the roof for Texas Trae
I'm tryin' to stay in your top five like Jay
like Nasir, like Ice Cube
you squares less than half of me, I am nice cubed
Christ, dude I'm nailing this to every door
Martin Luther, these kings can't rule my court
me thinks I sings to the heavens
cause it's over people's heads like 7-4-7's
comin' down like an Air France plane crash
I write so I don't have to listen to y'alls trash
been sprintin' all my life, and I'll say that real talk
it's like a rap Monopoly would become a bored walk (Boardwalk)
I don't do Milton Bradley, I play no games
hot-headed asshole who got talent for days
-
ba ba back from the dead (3x) come and catch a holy ghost (repeat)
2 dope boyz come and catch a holy ghost
hip hop DX come and catch a holy ghost
S-O-H-H come and catch a holy ghost
hip hop game come and catch a holy ghost
-
resurrected to get the respect that I deserve
I inspected the suspect spitters on the verge
their concepts are decent, but swag is absurd
considerin' their middling mastery of words
rebellious, a medalist, still waiting on his turn
and if I ain't first or second I have to be in third
my thirst without precedent my hunger unturned
diagnosi bizarre, my diseases uncured
I end up among the stars, jumping off the Moon
been warring (Warren) from the start, Truth Flytalker to you
I spit real shit by choice
plus I break the vocoders with my voice
I'm the decoder and the puzzle
the motor and the muscle, the hope and the hustle
gimme hype, and we gon' see what hysteria like
yours truly, Mister Fuck-a-Stereotype

ba ba back from the dead (3x)
It's alive and well baby
Texas still in the building
how can I not be hip-hop? I was born a natural disaster
Gray Nation Volume 5
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Holy Are You

Holy Are You, Holy Are You
There is no God but you
Praise the Lord

I pray to no one but my
I pray to no one but my drum loop
-
--
you dictate my intake and then take my monologue
my words shake the beat break and make you a lesser god
and that makes my hands shake my face is demonic
I awake my inner demons and scream 'em - it's symphonic
the autotonic, hypnotic antibiotic spewing
indestructable boss rockin his conduit
to a supernatural plane, I sense you feel the pain
of holding onto the past when future already came
I don't read from an altar, since I know I'm the same
my mind must be altered, somewhere close to insane
either I'm spitting Ether or Athena is callin'
a wise woman scorned is a reason for caution
I'm at peace without the Buddha, so peace to Zab Judah
I'm Mohammed (Muhammad) on beats, Ali, don't make me prove it
I be - the fluid movement from heaven to purgatory
like Hell I'll let quittin' this race end my story
I am more mouse in the mill than house on the hill
the elephants are afraid, I am done with will
I just do - my will be done, yet and still the son
of the beat, it's my God and I'm the chosen one
praise the star of the movie of my life - my brain
pre-oc'ed with in-toxicating levels of game
rebels don't revel in fame they opt for constant change
I bathe in holy water and pour it on your flame... pure game....

(repeat hook)

I'm the hand of God to beats
I decide if I'm gonna let 'em breathe or make 'em be deceased
I preach to a congregation of lost souls
conflagration of mystique, my speech is so cold
defeat false premise, 16 years old
heaven pumping through my veins, adrenaline takes hold
I didn't pray to God or Gotti, I praised a heavenly body
that made me crazed, 'cause in a booth I get out of body
stay on my J-O-B, these Revelations are smash
I behave like Moses, split a C (sea) in half
that's 50 and, fuck naw I don't mean Cent
I mean the price per verse that makes any sense
per hearse I fill up, put producer's work into
somethin' new for you to chew (Choo) on like Shin Soo
this Tribe of emcees, what's they Quest exactly?
they should bury a Mike like the Jackson family
Jesus - the thesis is new school
a beast with Pro Tools, my mouthpiece bejeweled
I'm dousin' these tools, get out my confessional
the Priest touch kids, homes (Holmes), he is exceptional
I'm the least known rapper that's on your list
of ten best dead or alive - 'cause I don't exist
like God to an atheist, I am not real
I'm beyond human form on DJ wheels

(repeat hook)
----------
Breathe Through the Years
-
this is in memoriam of every urban warrior
going for their glory - and taken too soon
and this is in remembrance of the middle siblings
in suburbia hangin' from a rope in their room
see I'm somewhere in between 'em, because every time I see 'em
I see pieces of me interspersed in their doom
between the ears of a youth is a flexible truth
that's proof there are some things you can't undo
influenced as a kid doin' what I didn't know I shouldn't
so lucid, memories of misery - what if I threw in
having to survive, could I thrive in a do or die?
I know I'd - been in situations where I coulda' died
so I tried to see their side through their eyes
+Black Girl Lost+, +It Was Written+ in the sky
that heaven's eyes are blind to the paths of some
so why are they the most faithful when the rapture comes
all I can do is... (Breathe through the years)
and I can't tell if I'm...(Dead or alive)
so all I do is...(Breathe through the years)
still can't tell if I'm....(Dead or alive)
-
rappers got an age complex
everyone calls themselves "Young" but uses old concepts
recycle for the sake of green, what's easy is accepted
endless cycle, the machine loves a formula record
there's a boy in every man, but in rap the pandemic
turns these nursery rhymes into somethin' anthemic
your prefix is Lil', your friends are your boys
your home is your crib, possessions are your toys
your girlfriend is 'Ma,' empty promise fills a void
and to be honest, what I'm sayin right now is just noise
to the ones who would benefit the most from the speech
they can't read the Facebook, the text or the tweet
I'll speak to the beat and hope somebody hears
because I spend my whole life screaming at deaf ears
I fear I'll be alone with no one to call my own
but even more that I'll die and be buried unknown
and so I just... (Breathe through the years)
I can't tell if I'm....(Dead or alive)
and so all I do is....(Breathe through the years)
still can't tell if I'm...(Dead or alive)
-----
the whole world's talking, not saying a word
never thinking for themselves, repeating what they heard
everyone's connected, and everyone's alone
my generation's childish yet everybody's grown
25, college educated, living at home
stuck inside adolescence cause it's all that they know
a thousand one questions why they can't succeed
a thousand two excuses and a bag full of weed
Re-Tweet their whole life, they can't start anew
but even if they could they wouldn't know what to do
and the few who grew beyond modest ex-pec's
got resentment and bitterness instead of re-spect
I guess - if I compare my sadness to theirs
it's the same pollution but we breathe different air
in the glares of the eyes I used to hold dearer
I sense the emptiness that I see in the mirror
but I just... (Breathe through the years)
I can't tell if I'm....(Dead or alive)
see all I do is...(Breathe through the years)
can never tell if I'm...(Dead or alive)
--------------
Unsilent Majority

I don't mean to bother you but I need some directions
I got lost 'cause I was under the impression
what I thought mattered and if I made a suggestion
it would be considered but maybe I was guessing
that educated minds were open but that hoping
was a broken myth, I missed that memo on my desk and
I guess then I'm smoking something too potent
to believe in what you see and what you say is dope and
my reply is nope and I know what I believe
you wouldn't gimme the Heimlich if I couldn't breathe
I would choke on the bullshit you think and you speak
and you would watch me die, and kick me when you leave
I'm a body on a bus and a number in a book
and I'll probably combust and not even get a look
so I could set myself on fire and burn alive
or turn this motherfucker out - 'CAUSE THE WORLD IS MINE

(2x)
the unsilent majority is never to blame
for the ruling authority than ruins the game
we the winners (we the winners)
we the winners (we the winners)
we the winners (we the winners)
and we don't need no feedback ('srite!)

I'm drunk on my ego, stoned on my stones
my nuts keep me from drifting to the O-Zone
oh no, no dough could do this to moi
no zeroes that could make you feel this wahhh
so if I never feel anything, am I really alive?
kill everything in my path and feel nothing inside
there's no love in my life so I don't love my life
I ain't try to be this way, it's how I rolled the dice
I'm buried by my past and the weight on my brain
so I married my craft and just work all day
you zombies wanna eat my brain because I speak in ways
that make speakers cave -- inside
each mind that's oppressed by nine to five
is a soul that needs these getaway vibes
fold up, I can origami these scribes
they off base like a late tag - baby let's slide (I'm out!)

(repeat hook 3x)
-----------
The Star

I'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
I'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
I'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from T-e-x-a-s
-
from the bottom of the barrel and the bottom of the map
who'da thought they'd see the bottom while I bought in Nasdaq
beatin apple bottoms with a bottle on my lap
born the best hope so Obama gave me dap
don't bother with bullshit, bullying the tracks
bullet with butterfly wings, I smash on rap
big brass bowling balls beneath my lap
and my brain run on a Usain Bolt track
same big boy with the black backpack
about to drape a Texas flag across rap
they respect us, the name near and far
my state light up America I call it the star
everything's bigger and better baby we authentic
we're our own nation, this shit is an-themic
San-An, A-T-X, L-B-K
Big D, H-O-U, South Padre
'Balley' to the back alleys bitch we so thick
birthplace of lean and the screwed up click
P-A, Abiliene, Mac-A, Fort Hood
fuck a hurricane, Gulf we still good
a couple of us moved away when we were grown
you god damn right we represent our home
even if you Texan, misplaced and alone
if you love where you from lift your lighter or your phone
-
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from T-e-x-a-ssssssss
(2x)
-
we talk our own slang, we ain't from the south
our walk our twang - what they know about
that Lone Star bang, that Shiner Bock
purple in the 90's, screwed and chopped
I'm a gulf hurricane, I'm an August flood
I'm a Texan, my heart pumps different blood
our rep's an instant drug, we're always feared
when we step in the building you know we're here
our charm our wit our immense size
our heart our soul our intense pride
we Hispanic we Asian we White we Black
don't send me to heaven, just send ME BACK
-
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from T-e-x-a-ssssssss
(2x)
-
bury me in a crisp new black
Astro fitted cap twist-ed to the back
Stevie Vaughn on the axe when I cut these tracks
Ray on like Sixth Street, drink to the fact
we radon to New York, asbestos to Cali
can't breathe our air, we the best ask Khaled
I was born blessed cause I'm from the T-X
big sky, big cities, big puffed out chests
big size, big reps, bunnies got big breasts
been around the world, and I'm never impressed
more than I am in the big bad Southwest
our black drool fuel the world we spit success
think what you want, we remain unique
ten steps ahead of the path you seek
I'm part charmed heart part savage beast
and each piece came from that Texas heat
I am Earl Campbell, I'm the Tyler Rose
I'm Nolan Ryan pitching fantastic flows
bombastic prose, been reaped and sewn
in my great home state known across the globe
I'm Mean Joe Greene, Hakeem the Dream
Ben Hogan of flowin', swing so mean
if you're a legend here, you bigger than life
I thank God when I lay my head at night... that I'm.....
-
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from t-e-x-aaaaa I get it
i'm from T-e-x-a-ssssssss
(2x)
-----------
Keys

are we alooooooone? yes we are
I am at least, I'm a solo star
only sun in my universe, no holds barred
I'll be in a hearse for my time at the bar
my celestial path make me step back and laugh
at the stress of my past - the best that I had
was less than a man with incessant pizazz
big nest for a pad - I guess that I'm sad
cause nothing I ever did made me content
wandering earth lustin' for sin
ponder my birth and the meaning since
cause I'm beyond what I thought I'da ever been
I still lack evidence I was ever here
precdents I set aren't credited I fear
before I'm washed away by tequila and beer
I should swim to a place where people can hear
my...keys...

keys...

ambition is a curse some can't escape
first taste, listen, I was in outer space
cause when placed in positions set up to fail
smoke of success you'd best inhale
chest puffed out, you'd best set sail
for your next conquest, be the best don't fail
break the full court press - pass down court
to the post - you heard you were way too short
blow the whistle on the forward, bringing you back
to the Fifth Ward store - you'd post in back
writin' hosts of tracks no one ever heard
wanna-be Dame Dashes callin you bird
turned legend on they ass, before 33
I'll have had my name on every Garden marquee
til +rich+, +hardened+ by the path I see
+bare+ my soul, these +cubs+ ain't got shit on me
----------
D.O.A.

Listen
-
timeless rappers use timeless beats
and their words reverberate in American streets
lobotomist, played with brains since Nintendo
original Rhinocerous, these Marks just +echo+
my mind masochistic, man I live reckless
a chainsaw massacre, man I'm pure Texas
I'm beyond swag I am egomaniacal
bigger than the law dogg, I feel that powerful
trampling the cowards, these dudes been a fraud
+I ran+ for the power, J-Ray-mahdinijad
standing on the Transco Tower, I'm that tall
Yao lookin at Spud Webb, my angle on yall
success in every field I ever walked on
and I blessed every beat I ever talked on
Johann Sebastian Bach of rap wordplay
composed and collected eternally thirst-ay
born a workhorse, pulling my weight errr-day
and I run these Colts, like Dan Irsay
this is ain't horseplay this is violent action
I'm Jihad in Islamabad check my faction
-
timeless...
timeless rappers use timeless beats
and their words reverberate in American streets
simple mathematics, peace to Mos Def
you know my steez - a proponent of knowing what's next
won't care about trends 'til I'm how they got made
I'm young, crazy talented and fittin' to get paid
yeah - Cake Griffin, Ricky Rubel Rubio
you hit the lottery, I just thought you should know
commercial rap's fake image is a hologram
y'all let it die, and put your feet up on the ottoman
but i could see life inside it like a sonogram
no doc needed to detoxify the water, man
so now with the new school dripping in placenta
I'm spinnin it's imminent future with my agenda
my ride just left earth's orbit, come and taste mine
the fake shit rolling downhill with cut brake lines
I'm Sub Zero cold, their life diminishing
there's a voice in the sky yelling out FINISH HIM!
put that sham (Cham) on ice, we all tired of Pain (pagne)
first rounders ain't fuckin' with my championship game
-
timeless...
timeless rappers use timeless beats
and their words reverberate in American streets
I'm the arrogant American, fuck your world view
my state bigger than France and this is World War 2
you retreated and surrendered, I defeated and defended
my edict is a monster that's eating at their innards
rip out these kids' hearts, throw that into a blender
puree these pure fakes and drink that shit for dinner
J Raised the bar like liquor in an elevator
your girl's a sweetheart, I licked her in the elevator
and the best kicker like Vinatieri
is I'm never tied down 'til the day that I'm buried
Rolling Stone without the cover of the mag
I been holding my own before they coined it swag
the white Donny Goines come and join ya man
I'll "Never Die Alone," my reach will always expand
so even when I'm deceased my legacy is a beast
that ripples through rap til 2073
and that's a conservative guess
don't need a rundown on the left to tell you what's next

what's next is me

timeless...
---------
Language Arts

Somewhere between art and reality
I'll find my place
someday

the walking contradiction, conflict of interest
refilled my presecription, full bottle ingest
my hollow pointed heart shot through an A-R
T... form that don't fit the form of me
the formerly dope may formally disagree
but the planet never planned to see the form of me
took the fortress down, Fort Knox of emcees
could not force knocks to get me out my tree
when my favorite emcees like the Ford company
...bottoms up and buried, I'm married to my cup
so the Mary's and the Jessica's usually give it up
Vanessa's tried to marry me, this band ain't enough?
double banded and tough, never let em see my stuff
never tippin' off my pitches, Santana mix it up
cause snitches got TIP and I don't need that trip
so my pants 'round your bitch the opposite of my lips (unzipped)
bandanna off your hip, wave your rag in the air
this is Third Coast anthemic hip hop fare
I am Lupe, Cobain and Bun B in one
Three Stacks meets Shawn Carter's lost son
+Blueprint+ for success be "The Coolest" in the bunch
but you'll find Nirvana when Love is all you touch
I'm blowing out the brains of the game, I'm an issue
and every week my looseleaf stand to dismiss you
the nicest crisis, the new Cuban missile
the Rocket never been a Mark, I target this to
talk shit to K-Mart's mama you thugs love this drama
I play with no pauses, I need no commas
your head semi in your colon if you think I ain't real
I will not be beholden to old ideals
Drake of T-dot-exas I'm gon' +Say What's Real
I am Roy Halladay when I'm dealing the pill
your girlfriend loves Toronto cause she blew J (Blue Jay)
in the +sky+ gettin' +dome+ I am fly all day
If all I did was rap, I bet I'da made it back
when I pretended to care about high school math
I am not beneath the grind my mind can be in trash
and just as likely to talk culture or trade tax
my trade taxes me and relaxes me at once
the thing that keeps me down's the thing that brings me up
my release Quisenberry, it's awkward and effective
and until the day I'm buried the craft is respected
my brain disconnected, reality it bores me
quizzes and the queries aren't nothin' so I am morphine
that is to say I'm morphing, from numb to overcome
with another face and body now look what I've become
the big man in the post, versatile with size
no hoop no harm when you try to drive inside
precision screens can set up an open shot
if I ain't making the bucket I'm at least stopping the block
that's why I'm shopping my rock, the crack from the tablet
the meth on my Macintosh, Vicodin in Avid
the Adderall that add all my bars up
spit out these results - you see how they all suck
I'm the new number one Rated Rookie in the set
off the Topps of my head my shots are Upper Deck
God damn I come correct yall best start to collect
these zeroes think they dialed in, charge to connect
I am charged like Merriman on HGH
Deca-Durbolin from a lifelong headcase
I'm just murdering tracks, I just Juice these clowns
taking my shit back, they so Nicole Brown
bloody bodies on the ground, turn my hobby to a crown
I am Royally endowed, I am Greinke on the mound
no social anxiety, I'm Paxil on tracks
Cy Young make 'em sigh - y'all Trachsel, y'all wack
young unsigned moonwalking rap maniac
this ain't even real yet, this is just training camp
no pads, running drills just helmets and shorts
my notepad the playbook, my passes never forced
I'm on my Kobe year and I ain't seen my prime
this is barely ribeye, these stakes (steaks) aint that high
see I'm above ground beef, 'cause I live in the sky
so if you mention the Rocket I'ma pay you no mind

nah, I'ma pay you no mind
Gray Nation....
----------
Dead

those who are dead
are not dead
they're just living in my head (2x)

when I talk to you I'm talking to my only friend
I offer you a seat beside me, let's forget about our end
spin the record back again, when the present was a gift
and the future wasn't relevant the past was never missed
our back and forth would twist, nobody understood my words
your perspective was the lens that eliminated blur
you were my favorite outlet, you listened to my dreams
you responded to me perfect, fulfilled my every need
you anonymously surfaced and led me to believe
that life was worth living, you painted a vivid scene
of a better you and me when paired hand in hand
genetic strands intersected, we had no ampersand
and I'd stand up to gunfire just to have the chance
to live my life making you a part of who I am
you were my legacy, my love, my passion and my heart
my distraction and my destiny, we'll never be apart.... where you live now...

those who are dead
are not dead
they're just living in my head (2x)

I tried, I tried...
I tried to run away from you but couldn't turn my back
my insides turn to clay when I would try to harken back
to other loves, other tracks, only you could satisfy
so at times I feel our separation equals my demise
you can't leave me now - you're a part of who I am
I could never bury you unless I'm joining you again
that's a sickness and a plan, but you're the air I'm breathing
we'll always be together, word to Sahel Kazemi
my world has always seemed to be teetering uneasy
dependent on you, you're the reason people hear me
you're the demon with a stigma, preconceived agendas
thought we shouldn't be together, but I never let that get us
history won't come between us, I never let it stop me
that envy gave me fodder and fuel, I develop moxie
but if I say goodbye to you for now just be aware
that when I close my eyes you'll always still be there

those who are dead
are not dead
they're just living in my head (3x)

I dedicate this song
to my own dreams
-----

Re-Posting NSFW

2009-09-01T20:41:00.003-04:00

Apparently my link expired

Here's a new one to the zip file for NSFW

http://rapidshare.com/files/274495734/NSFW.zip.html

Copy and paste into your browser. Blogger is being bootleg with this link business.

A Natural Disaster... next week???

Breathe Through the Years

2009-08-28T12:40:00.003-04:00

Another new one

Always loved this beat... never thought Saigon did it justice.

Breathe Thru the Years - Justin Ray

A Natural Disaster... will be better than what you're listening to right now.

Unsilent Majority

2009-08-09T18:30:00.002-04:00

I'm about halfway done with A Natural Disaster

here's another one

Unsilent Majority - Justin Ray

Will provide the full LP zip file when it's ready

Holy Are You + Dead

2009-07-31T00:43:00.004-04:00

Someone get a bodybag.

Holy Are You - Justin Ray

http://usershare.net/0b586z75f3a5

And another one....

Dead - Justin Ray

http://usershare.net/f4frt4dc47qa

Intro to A Natural Disaster

2009-06-17T10:46:00.001-04:00

Intro to A Natural Disaster - Justin Ray

Download: http://www.mediafire.com/?dnmhxzhntld

D.O.A.

2009-06-16T14:20:00.004-04:00

Only in America, at this point in time, can Jay-Z put a song out virally on Friday night, perform it Sunday, and have the whole crowd singing along. Crazy.

"commercial rap's fake image is a hologram
y'all let it die, and put your feet up on the ottoman
but i could see life inside it like a sonogram
no doc needed to detoxify the water, man"

Here's my rip over No I.D.'s sick instrumental

D.O.A. - Justin Ray

http://www.mediafire.com/file/zhy0ziozo4t/D.O.A..mp3

Back From The Dead

2009-06-08T12:22:00.003-04:00

My next track off Gray Nation Volume 5

Back From The Dead - Justin Ray

Download - http://www.filefactory.com/file/ag5f4h3/n/Back_From_The_Dead_mp3

Language Arts

2009-06-01T11:37:00.002-04:00

It's been a minute, but...

Language Arts - Justin Ray

Download Language Arts.mp3 from FileFactory.com

DOWNLOAD - NSFW

2009-03-01T16:06:00.004-05:00

The finished product, in it's entirety.

16 tracks...attached is the zip file.

Tell the world. Share freely.

Cheers,
Justin Ray

DOWNLOAD the ZIP FILE: Justin RayNSFW.zip

NSFW

2009-02-26T14:27:00.001-05:00

Album cover

NSFW - Sunday

Something You Forgot (mastered)

2009-02-25T14:12:00.003-05:00

...In my own limited fashion, of course. Mic quality much improved on this one, too.

I've also set this Sunday as the day NSFW will be dunzo. Work sked hasn't given me much time to work on it.

Something You Forgot (final) - Justin Ray

Download: Something You Forgot (final).mp3

Long Kiss

2009-02-19T16:09:00.005-05:00

The new intro to NSFW.

Call the old one the beta, this one's for serious.

Long Kiss - Justin Ray

Download: Long Kiss.mp3

Daydreamin' (II)

2009-02-16T16:12:00.002-05:00

Re-worked a song that didn't have great mic quality...

And added a new verse!

I'ts pure Evian in a crystal glass
Pour your spirit into dreams and that fear shall pass

Daydreamin (final) - Justin Ray

Download: Daydreamin' (final).mp3

Play This...Now

2009-02-12T14:35:00.002-05:00

Just listen...

Play This...Now - Justin Ray

Download: Play This...Now.mp3

That Ain't College

2009-02-11T16:05:00.003-05:00

NSFW will be done next week, a zip file for your downloading pleasure

Now here's this:

That Aint College - Justin Ray

Download: That Ain't College.mp3

Push the Envelope

2009-02-04T15:10:00.004-05:00

Before he was Officer RAWWSSSS
He ruined this perfectly thumping instrumental.

viewed as a jackass 'cause I wouldn't walk with elephants

Push the Envelope - Justin Ray

Download: Push the Envelope.mp3

Grammy Family

2009-02-03T12:09:00.005-05:00

This beat, like Satchel Paige, was always underrated.

orchestrate a force that causes more debate
than abortion rights in midwest bible states
I could sell stem cells at a Catholic Mass
but there's more to life than countin aggregate cash

Grammy Family - Justin Ray

Download: Grammy Family.mp3

NSFW Intro

2009-02-02T17:19:00.004-05:00

Back at it!

NSFW Intro - Justin Ray

Download: NSFW Intro.mp3

Upon further review...

2009-01-28T15:09:00.002-05:00

A song a day...is a lot of fucking music. Especially for someone with a full-time job. I took a week away to re-charge, but more is on it's way. Also, NSFW - the January mixtape - will be put together and ready for download in the next couple of days.

Super Bowl pick: Steelers 30, Cardinals 20.

Go Hard

2009-01-20T16:01:00.004-05:00

I'd say that image sums up my feelings today.

Go Hard - Justin Ray

Download: Go Hard.mp3

My President Is Black

2009-01-19T17:22:00.006-05:00

The best way I can share how this week makes me feel. I'm aware that everyone has rapped over this, but I don't care. Check it out.

My President Is Black - Justin Ray

Download: My President Is Black.mp3

Jay-Z: My President is Black (Live Remix)

2009-01-19T14:43:00.001-05:00

Jay-Z My President is black Remix LIVE 1-18-09 from benjamin Johnson on Vimeo.

I had to post this. Jay's verse is insane:

my President is black, in fact, he's half white
so even in a racist's mind, he's half right
so if you got a racist mind, it's all right
my president is black but his house is all White
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
so I'ma spread my wings, you can meet me in the sky
already got my own clothes, already got my own shoes
I was hot before Barack, imagine what I'm gon' do
hey Miss America, hey pretty ladyyyy
red, white and blue flag - wave for me babyyy
never thought I'd say this shit, baby I'm good
you can keep your puss', I don't want NO MORE BUSH
no more war, no more Iraq
no more white lies, my president is black

I need this CDQ, NOWWWWWW

Man in the Mirror

2009-01-16T17:49:00.004-05:00

from the bottom of the map and the bottom of the barrel
to the top from the bottom of your chronicles and heralds
I can chronicle the perils of the bottom-feeding kind
just the honest reflections of a Nacirema mind

Man in the Mirror - Justin Ray

Download: Man in the Mirror.mp3

Paper Planes

2009-01-15T03:36:00.003-05:00

It's like you're an artist who's painting's the baddest
But the world tells you to be ashamed of the canvas

Paper Planes - Justin Ray

Download: Paper Planes.mp3

Lift 'Em Again

2009-01-14T16:22:00.002-05:00

I always liked this track off Gray Nation Vol. 1, so I wanted to re-make it

Lift Em Again - Justin Ray

Download: Lift 'Em Again.mp3

I Used to Rule the World

2009-01-13T15:54:00.003-05:00

so I told you I was gonna keep you safe at night
blew up Arab countrysides, took away your civil rights
sent the poor and ignorant to finish off the wealthy's fights
brought war to the innocent and profited off of the fight

I Used to Rule the World - Justin Ray

Download: I Used to Rule the World.mp3

Fallen Angels (2003)

2009-01-11T12:15:00.002-05:00

Sick the past few days... I'll make up for lost time.

Go back in time with this one

Fallen Angels - Justin Ray

Help

2009-01-09T13:42:00.002-05:00

can you direct me to a doctor please
cause the shit I see ain't on Web MD
when I type 'there's a demon living inside me'
there's no results found on my laptop screen

Help - Justin Ray

Download: Help.mp3

Cannon / S.L.U.

2009-01-08T13:09:00.003-05:00

I am promise on a plate, presented to hip hop
let's be honest, I am great, and need to be gettin' off
It's marijuan' on a plate, the green is right in front of ya
+chop me up and share me+, listen up America...

Cannon / S.L.U. - Justin Ray

Download: Cannon _ S.L.U..mp3

Daydreamin'

2009-01-07T03:15:00.003-05:00

It's not the persecution of peers, it's attribution of fear
If I could only see now that the solution is clear
it's pure Evian in a crystal glass
pour your spirit into dreams and that fear shall pass

Daydreamin - Justin Ray

Download: Daydreamin'.mp3

Something You Forgot

2009-01-06T03:04:00.006-05:00

Independence is okay, but part of the deal
is to deal with the endless loneliness I feel

Something You Forgot - Justin Ray

Download: Something You Forgot.mp3

Rockets Take Off

2009-01-05T02:06:00.000-05:00

Paris, France to Paraguay, people need paramedics
medicine that I supply, prepared audio aesthetics
put that on my proud papa, push product 'til I perish
precision is paramount, I'm parasailin' to the finish

Rockets Take Off - Justin Ray

Download: Rockets Take Off.mp3

Under the Sun

2009-01-04T03:23:00.001-05:00

I'm every wandering soul that you have ever met
alone at 4 AM with whiskey on his breath

Under the Sun - Justin Ray

Download: Under the Sun.mp3

Can It Be

2009-01-03T02:46:00.000-05:00

24, I'm pretty sure that I was God's misprint
He skipped spell-check on that e-mail and hit send

Can It Be - Justin Ray

Download: Can It Be.mp3

Yesterday

2009-01-02T02:24:00.000-05:00

Yesterday - Justin Ray

Download: Yesterday.mp3

Amazin'

2008-12-31T15:56:00.000-05:00

Happy 2009. This year, I'm dropping one song a day, every day, for the entire year. Tell the world.

Amazin - Justin Ray

Download: Amazin'.mp3