(Ombone) Stand solid, demolish what they call progress We know about the prophet's thick pockets Cut the purse, snag it quick, grab the stash, dip A magic trick, rabbits outta hats and shit Steal from the greedy, give to those who need it If only to feed em for a fleeting second, redirect it Read the message on the wall in bright colors Be good, treat one another like brothers And sisters, cause shit, we really all one family Sharing the planet, maybe one day jam in peace Till then, we'll provide the soundtrack For those who were once lost and found rap I'm feeling Indestructible, Art Blakey Barking at the guards lately Darkness falls, I escape to see where art takes me Hard maybe, but I'd rather that than walk safely On a path watched by the watchmen who talk strangely It's a hard maybe from me, let's wait and see Watch time pass, hands folded complacently As it slows it comes to a standstill, Bird's eye view reveals life as an ant hill See how they dance still entranced by the "right life" The quest for truth only makes sense in hindsight Only then if it's rhymed right, tight with the rhythm That shit that make you bob your head and forget what we was spittin' I rise up, escape these four walls I'm hoping for a break, I'll settle for a short pause Relief creeping after brief hesitation, My feet leading to unique destinations I seek meditation on the path less traveled Speak clever statements, the raps less babbled Keep an eye open, two if the sun allows Keep my mind focused, in tune with what surrounds Take a stroll under them clouds, And try to pull back that shroud I'm chilling with the crew, ain't much to stare upon Listening to "All or Nothing at All" by Sarah Vaughn An old soul bumping jazz in a four door Probably take it everywhere when we start to score tours Alchemy my game, fine fun pumps the blood Casualties if I blunder up but Now it's fools proof, easy for a fool's use Still they telling me I got a couple screws loose Pay 'em no mind, eyes on the goal line, Fly by the roadsigns, finding diamonds in that coalmine Shit, you know the old lines Everything that glitters don't shine, the whole nine An eye for an eye will leave us both blind, In a time when we're not aligned with our own kind

Look around my room at all the shit I don't need Stand in the mirror, watch myself smoke weed Addict's personality, Making tragedies of everything that never had a reason to matter See I could give a fuck then fill a cup Been Tryna come up with another way to say I'm still drunk I'm stressing all the shit that's been off my chest If I kept it bottled up I'd end up throttled by myself Y'all ain't heard a weirder way to commit suicide Not auto erotic asphyxiation because I wouldn't hide In the open with a noose around my neck Make you freeze in your seats like medusas on the deck, Or scream "call police because I'm pretty sure he's dead" Please take it easy the kings still got his head Like "oh fuck what's that," I duck the dunce cap and hop in with shit only fools been known to run back Got my own lunch sack, Dutch masts steering me in the direction of lessons once snatched From the smartest minds, I'm starting rhymes on someone else's Call it inspiration, call it ballin for my health kid I ain't got no money, funny how the tables turn Once upon a time I lit a Benjamin to watch it burn But didn't spark the blunt, it's in the microwave Pulling stunts, climbing trees, but this ain't a game or childish Avoid me when I'm rhyming, if I am I'm drunk as piss and nobody got time for this Bust through a written, followed up by a cappella off the dome You should know to try to stop me never If you do I cut you off Like when my spliff is soft Gotta cook it, dry it Stupid rhyming's how my hits are dropped Point is what he misses Still been know to grab one You're on the wall buzzin probably buggin just from listening Lord of the Flies, I speak my mind until the conch is pulled Consciously trying to be as honest as possible Drop mock truth to try to shock youth Y'all just acting more pussy than a jock pull In the ride I'm shining, rhyming to laugh more Too busy coughing trichomes at a dashboard "Where's the gar? The charger?" Hardly nothing else to ask for Smiling at high fives, I'll roll one up and pass four "Who the sack for?" I ask through cracked doors Slam it shut and kill the bowl just to pack more "Who could snap more?" Me, with two Gs You're passing out but I'm breaking out the good weed You like "I can't move b" I'm like "it's all groovy, just relax and grab the snacks I'm poppin in a movie. You've been yapping since half past the hour we spent looking at a map laughing our asses off. Dude you'll lose me" We could hit pause on the coughing for spitting Clean the bong in the tub, never done the dishes Sit back with a snap packed by the mrs Reflect on the point of the hook my homie's fishin with I love the ganja, I just want to get high Get by with time wasted, chasing drinks with rhymes Waste youth in a booth that isn't mine Guess I'll do it if it's all for jokes huh Fluidly ruin a cypher, guess that's what I'm known for Grab the mic and start acting like I know something Sho nuff, I probably never should have shown up Type of kid to trip, quit, flick a quick cool-dad You the type of dude who don't skip through YouTube ads Zoom past rude-ass, harping since a moon passed In the bar barfing in the dark like a Zubat Nobody wanna see that, I mean that, yes really One pump chumps is presumptuous, feel me? You're in the car starving, I'm bored in the store stealing It's hard to play your cards right when I'm the one dealing I could be the master of your fate, it ain't hard to plan A late great lame with a fake farmers tan I'm a lot of things, trash and the garbage can Slip me fifty just to barter for the bargain man Bon Mot is the cream of the crop In the mix stirring shit then I guzzle the pot No haste, I hate when it's hot Heard y'all must have forgot Bon Mot is the cream of the crop Bon Mot is the cream of the crop In the mix stirring shit then I guzzle the pot No haste, I hate when it's hot Heard y'all must have forgot Bon Mot is the cream of the crop So how's this work? Ask politely for a turn or get passed up by a wack bastard half-rapping a verse? Flashback to the hearse, can't reverse how your life has passed in the kitchen chugging wine by the pint glass You get dressed and always miss a few belt loops You're at your 9 to 5 reading self help books Soups gone cold, could match your soul perfectly I get pat on the back when I'm choking: Hercules Never numb Neanderthals actin like savages Poppin red pills still asking who the rabbit is Hating homies had to hush cause he ain't having it Hate to call your bluff but I'm a camera, to a magic trick You're bragging bout a bag of grass you couldn't even auction off My homies rolling weed loud as me talking dog Lifting like a Nordic, I'm hoarding this phenomenon Gonna get big as fuck, meet me in the octagon Bon Mot is the cream of the crop In the mix stirring shit then I guzzle the pot No haste, I hate when it's hot Heard y'all must have forgot Bon Mot is the cream of the crop Bon Mot is the cream of the crop In the mix stirring shit then I guzzle the pot No haste, I hate when it's hot Heard y'all must have forgot Bon Mot is the cream of the crop Knotted, not cropped knowledge from my pocket Replaces fakers promises and shakes away the cobwebs Brushes off the dust so I could fuss about the profits Of machines brain cleaning cogs keeping them unconscious So I'll drop in to speed up the process To have caught me's gotta be the dream of some cops Never freeze when they shout "please stop the nonsense" Off the couch, hide a bong in the closet Weak stomachs drop because I ain't cleaned it since I bought it Yearning for the burn I guess that I just learned and fought it Dick pigs nauseous leaves sick kids cautious Oh what timing, could be rhyming in between the fits of coughing Drink sloshing if you pour another shot it Flow sloppy like the ink out the docs pen Bon Mot swaps quaps of crop for the guap then Brings lames to the stage cuz it's my chopping block Hens heads lopped off, chickens ain't been producing All the hits that, well shit, only they say they used to Always pray they're playing when they're saying did I lose you Ain't getting on stage hate spitting with shit to prove but I'll stay to dance and shake your hand congratulations Fastest way to get away without retaliation Nothing fresh bout wasted breath, claiming that they rap wrong I'll blast, dab, pack, snap, laugh, and get my snack on

(Ombone) Forever focused, eyes on an open road Build off past mishaps and broken hopes Sew it back together with some broken rope Fresh image, same old closing jokes Relaxing, blowing smoke, Laughing, open notes Tap it, craft the dopest quotes On whatever's in reach I better them beats, never will cease Presidential MC, never impeached Clever indeed, ahead of my means To my own end, holding a pen, my old close friend Day or night, diving into the zone and Finding another poem buried deep in the dark depths Writing future tracks at dusk, on a park bench Start reps, don't stop, burnout, no spot Burn down the whole block, doper than your whole squad Couldn't move a crowd if they were rocking riot gear I ain't ever heard a silent cheer, I'm dying here Laughing, crying eyes to tears Your gimmick's finished, your time is near Your producer couldn't sample shit at Whole Foods I'm with E.T. chopping up dope loops I grab the mic, start spittin' out bold views You grab the mic, actin' like you want it to hold you No Clue, but I'm killing shit when I brandish it Catch me in the kitchen it was Tbone with the candlestick Riffin' on your Trax like MST3K, each day, Sending relays from deep space, Y'all all sound like you're still on your first flow Robots spitting one-liners (Tom Servo) Put 'em on a stage, wonder where the words go They're funny, I'm laughing at 'em like they were Crow Shouts to Gypsy and Cambot A middle school me bumpin' Welcome To Jamrock Last day of the year, watching Sandlot I never could skip any damn rocks But later I would skip a few classes, Ditching school, spitting, getting new passsions Thanks to the crew, the vision grew rapid Kept it moving when they were through rapping But I would've never done it if it wasn't for them, Ain't nothing like a cypher with a bunch of your friends Just rapping for the hell of it, Making dope music, wasn't even selling it Convinced lines we penned were gorgeous Borgata rhymes in an emerald forest This one's for y'all, respect to the sources Still got old discs locked up in storage

Try & Try (ft. E.T. Deaux) by Proper Channels x Khromethesia Wishlist 00:00 / 02:35 Streaming + Download Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app. name your price about Another Proper Channels x Khromethesia collaboration Bon Mot, Tbone, and E.T. teaming up for "Try & Try" Beat from "Reggae Etc." by Khromethesia Khromethesia releases monthly beat tapes here: khromethesia.bandcamp.com lyrics [Bon Mot] Spitting quick to get shit, I think they like it though Everybody wants Bon Mot to drop the microphone Everybody looks into my lyrics for an isotope of brilliance Only ever find rollies and a lighter so Smoke 'em if you got 'em Smoke 'em, smoke 'em if you got 'em Smoke 'em if you got 'em Got a problem better dead it quick Only ever gonna drown underneath the debt I'm in Pressure never messing with his head, y'all ain't expecting shit When he freshens up, y'all think he dressing for the hell of it Dressing 'cause he made of fat stacked on top of lettuce If the lesson lightly lag, don't hesitate, refresh the shit Message half a thousand fucking venues lose the rhetoric, Let us in or lose the locals and regret it [Tbone] Go my own route, machete chop the underbrush Beats banging, heavy, it's mighty thunderous Hear us when we're coming, steady bumpin' Make a few sound like a bunch of us In us we trust, coming up through gunk and muck Spilling guts, building trust between us and who feels what's up Trade sleep for beats sometimes the deal is rough (But it stays working) You know so do we Where the seed falls, so grows the tree... [E.T. Deaux] Climbing up a mountain with my sandals on With a pack of Dolo, plenty ganja, and my flannel on Stop to meditate, just to turn my Proper Channels on They say life's a gamble, I'm about to get my Daniel on Negreanu that is, I'm like Keanu in this, I'll cop the red one from my homie then I swallow that ish I know that nothing in this life could ever bother the kid I came into the game to make a change, now follow this shit, Ya dig?

[plot device] Point missed, lesson learned The tabletops turn Practice survival tactics or get burned (x4) Survival tactics, revival of the self Beware, they trying to turn you into someone else Strong mind, stronger will, keep 'em off me Selling that soul ends up pretty costly Keep it guarded inner peace in a lock box Never let 'em see the key or what you got plot Stocks drop, invest in your own cause The road's rough, I suggest own gauze Went from "Don't tell me what to like" To "Don't tell me what to do with my one and only life" It's a fight, try to smother my light Not tonight, not ever, I'm running it like the government Hint hint, wink wink, They tell me I'm the one who's lost and they blink, blink Think, think, thinking they invented happiness They wouldn't be worried about me if that were accurate Bag - packing it. Hesitation - lacking it They've never witnessed a soul that's more passionate No matter what they told you, Continue on your own two Never let em own you Never let em own you Point missed, lesson learned The tabletops turn Practice survival tactics or get burned (x4)