Artist: Cedric Till / Concrete Cee Title: "The legend continues" Produced by: Orlando Ippolito / Sick Rat [Verse 1 Cee] ...And so the legend is continued One mind, one pen, one instrumental... From young wolf to alpha Made my bones by challenging my elders My Alka-Seltzer, the tunes I sell ya Playing the compassionate cynic like Rich Belzer Crushed crews to blood pools Feel for Rap like for sluts, disgust but lust, too Everything put in motion has kept rolling Told'em call me International Cee, and now it's showing Contacts beyond Rap, where would I be Without complementaries cause it's all about teamwork Trust the process, don't worry 'bout the outcome You know I get it done, on my own or if featured Damn your eyes, simple minds lack vision Doubters fishing for replies, bye, I don't even listen Fuck what they're missing, I'm dictacting the action See plays before they happen, and play without a position [Hookline Brother Gil] ...and so the legend is continued One spirit, one blade, one instrumental... [Hookline Concrete Cee] ...and so the legend is continued One mind, one pen, one instrumental... [Verse 2 Brother Gil] Stomp the ground with a sword drawn Carve a line into the dust, adversaries bring it on! Coagulated blood on an armor well-worn Where I'm from, we don't clean plate mail, we raise hell And bathe in the wails of those the blade severed In two, it doesn't matter who's better than who A schoolboy once deemed himself elite, but after the beating It was clear he wasn't eligible On numerous occasions my heart was tested I've been intrepid through my efforts to pass through all dimensions Brought back souvenirs as proofs, but you Still maintain that I've been duped, well, the truth does sting But, nonetheless, friend, this is your end You previously forfeited chances to repent I picked up your scent then followed your trail Intent and preparation will always prevail [Hookline Concrete Cee] [Hookline Brother Gil] [Verse 3 Concrete Cee] Underrated, counted out and misunder- Stood, mind free as the skies we live under Finding peace with yourself will make you feel younger And still travel with unmitigated hunger Leader by example and smart delegation Passion for his craft, yet no lack of patience Sharpened intuition and genuine care Appreciation for the moment, it's here And I daresay the next woman making her pitch to me Is getting run home with the bases juiced Walking off like a boss, broad go and take a pew Ain't a damn thing I'm focused on but making my moves I don't mean to offend you, but truthfully I can glean from your eyes who you see, and it's not me So have your pick of the litter and live Happy ever after with your fourth place finisher [Hookline Brother Gil] [Hookline Concrete Cee]

Artist: Cedric Till / Concrete Cee Title: "Forever" Produced by: Orlando Ippolito / Sick Rat [Verse 1] The keys land on the commode, in my humble abode Monotonous drone from upstairs, got me out of my zone Leftover coffee in the pot, lukewarm, not cold Put the needle on a spinning disc and fall on my sofa It's just another day of doing what a man's supposed to No gratitude cause noone knows ya Grab an apple cider from the fridge, listen to some Oscar Peterson and get some thoughts about how we could live And with we, I mean me and the muse in my dreams Whenever I write tunes cause I couldn't sleep Imagining all the travels, skipping past gravels In the road, like grooves when we looking for a sample Inside, the supply of love is ample But noone sits across during dinner, why even light a candle? [Verse 2] Steady juggling oddjobs, knocking out songs Chronicling the dark parts, sorting out hogwash That I am fed by all these sensible and grown adults Grabbed their wrists to feel the pulse, they were comatose Holding hope in these hands, you see a mic Even if they're universally panned, you would believe the hype Instead of pushing it aside as suggested But you eat at McDonalds like exercise would offset it It's embedded in your brains, appearance over content Now where's your crossed arms and sarcastical responses? Saying Drake is corny but you listen to him anyway Choosing partners by convenience, nothing more to say But live your life, I'm on my path, and I've no wrath To beset you with, I'm just laying plans for my exodus Headed to places where I'm appreciated Not taken for granted or a random appendage... [Verse 3] The worries chisel my frown, time's an artisan I'd better cancel all the solitary quarreling It's the same old same, on and off again The pain won't wane, where's the morphium? Unsubscribed from the theory that soulmates exist Divining my own fortune, all I say is this If you truly want to live in this building, help me build it Or be a visitor forever, deal with it It's a joint venture, not a merger It's a girl-to-woman, boy-to-man curve of development To get there together, distance can be bridged And it has to if we truly want to live And love, I try my best to be my best for us Encourage you on your path, you are blessed with luck You manifest good in the world, it comes back, just trust Can't wait to hold you in my arms, laughing it up

Artist: Cedric Till / Concrete Cee Title: "Walking alone" Produced by: Orlando Ippolito / Sick Rat [Verse 1] Large cube of ice in the glass of Dimple Reflecting as the rain crackles softly on the sill Gazing out the windows, the sun has long set You can smell the mahogany and the smoke From the flavoured cigar, a Cuban elder man tokes from I'm waiting on a date, but she won't come The Askania on my wrist says 10 A wench at the bar suspects something Comes over to ask if everything is alright and I just look at her I swear these eyes don't lie And every minute that she's late makes this woman look better Put frankly I'm just tired of the chatter I recognize everytime she says what it ain't about Focus is squarely placed on them same matters I could pretend like I had time for that Or drop the change on the table and leave, no looking back... [Hook] I WALK ALONE THIS STREET By myself, all I need is the beats I WALK ALONE THIS STREET Until my restless mind has found peace I WALK ALONE THIS STREET Any weather, any day of the week I WALK ALONE THIS STREET Tarmac, stone plates, wood and concrete [Verse 2] ...And all I do is see the same faces Look-alikes in the same clothes, the only way To tell them apart is by the different language It's the daily masquerade of the fameless I grab a drink from the convenience store And just walk to clear my head, it's becoming recurring Vagrant soul in a story of the same kind And at the same time, it disturbs me These streets harbor memories, vibes, and they Change with the times, like old hangout spots Have turned into coffee shops, mom-and-pop stores Now are barbers, name plates change, neighbors turn to strangers Leather couch, beige fleece wallpaper Home sweet home, alone though, I crave The feeling of warm embraces greeting It's yet another wasted evening, I play a Cool Jazz tune And light one up, before I'm faded out sleeping... [Hook] [Verse 3] ...of Berlin City at summertime, the sun rays filtered By the trees, got a cone of ice cream, sesame and honey Mind on whatever, taking time to Marvel at the architecture and smile For no reason other than being grateful to breathe in The fragrance of the place I was raised in, even If I were to leave someday, I'd never forget Moments that made bonds what they are and yet I don't feel like going back, the hands of the clock Melt away like a heart when it's touched by a gesture Or a friendly smile of a woman so lush That's dressed in a fashion that conveys nothing extra Conversation kind of compliments the nearby Spree And there's no need for a number exchange, it's all free Of obligations, continued on our merry way I could do this everyday, just liaise with A girl who shares my love for traversing the pavement... [Hook]

Artist: Cedric Till / Concrete Cee Title: "Still Searching" Produced by: Orlando Ippolito / Sick Rat [Verse 1] Born alone, live alone, die alone Call my old friends but, only hear the dial tone Grab my keys and leave, at least the streets Will greet me with open arms - As I walk, zonin' out, my soul is calmed Going past spots that I used to frequent when I was a teen By myself with my goals and dreams, visualizing What my so-called friends never seem to believe They flock towards those that already achieved Fairweather types I don't really need in my life So I put a check mark behind their names Just in case I came to fame, I would know why they think I changed Plain to see they don't really know about my pain And don't want to, good, I'll bother you no more I put a road block on memory lane, just for safety So I ain't going back there next time you face me... [Chorus] Did you ever feel home on the road? Would you rather play home than away? You see, I struck while the iron was cold But that didn't make a duller blade Who can truly say they know it all When most barely even know their place? You see, I only know how far I've gone But I could never say that I know my way [Verse 2] Goin' to sleep when the last thoughts hit the dreamcatcher Need a valve to release pressure Retreat to the alcove like Seven of Nine Because my rational mind can never recline See, the lies that we lived, now are truths we believe Which is why truth hurts, we are used to deceit In our quest for love, we fall blindly For what minds imagine but eyes can't see I went without hugs for weeks, went without a kiss for years After a while, desire disappears I look at pain like I stare through it Like a wall of eyes, I just tear through it I don't feel pride for accomplishments Feeling unperturbed by criticism or compliments Letting go of the baggage, that's all it is Left it at the crossroad and only thought "good riddance" [Chorus] [Verse 3] Weird feeling when you can't recognize The city you've been born in, and years hung a veil Over things people remember you for, having seen so much You don't mind forgetting the bad parts But hate when you recall them, the ones that got away And the ones that you thought would be there always Everybody on their own grind, journeys turn lonesome Who never had his heart broken, probably never owned one Look and sound so old and still so young Learning to appreciate the moments that are golden Love talking to children and listen to their dreams Unencumbered by the greed that adults keep feeding them Along with their hatreds related to race Faith and gender, we still gotta share the same space In our chase for the papes, we haste towards graves Justifying what we take with what little we gave... [Chorus]

Artist: Cedric Till / Concrete Cee Title: "Holocrons" Produced by: Orlando Ippolito / Sick Rat [Verse 1] Silent goodbyes, recall what was shared Then, darkening skies, all of it's impaired Since, often I cry, to lighten what I bear I can alter the air of a room, by just being there My melancholia is a blanket At times inspired by a spirit, never got to thank it The fountain from which I draw is ornamented A pantheon of deep thinkers, all of them are standing Tall in their marble likeness, the spring from which The flow emerges, is twice as rich, in the sense That no such thing as time exists when I write These scripts, life can hinge on a dice pitched The eyes are six, that's you and I with our ajnas Aligned with the seventh chakra Can't share what we see, but we see beyond matter when it's darker It's not the final session, just a proffer [Hook] Wisdom of the holocrons, gathered through the years Now hidden in the darkest corners of the mind Reflect self and you will find Synchronicity with present time, and the Divine essence within, balance of the yang and the yin A language of its own when it's channelled through the pen Write to sustain life, battle with the jinns All we ever do is sin and repent [Verse 2] On the, road to perdition, forgot where the exit was Never thought that good intention becomes anathema Continue living life in spite, following this vision Of giving love like it is part of my mission I was, born a nurturer, challenged early Late bloomer, glad I made my mistakes sooner than others Sculpture of life, molded by strife, yet underneath The broken ice, the token surprise, a golden heart Once a quicksilver tongue but now I hold the thought Focused, on watching the culprit, if he wants a part I'm, cold as calculus, youthful as the fountain You doubters do not amount to, as pessimism isn't a Survivor's trait, take your pick, my side is the one Where we kill'em with kindness, sending rivals friendly reminders That our stories became paint, then chiseled Into the walls of the pantheon, while they're still thinking it can't be done [Hook] [Verse 3] Wasn't one of the leaders, just went ahead in quiet Went where noone'd follow, settled by the fire Only being to feel it, madness can inspire No believing is needed, no members in the choir Memories of the days of old, when a smile was rare Faded away, in favor of serenity Used to wonder aloud who would remember me Fondly, glancing proudly at those who used to doubt me None of it matters now, casualties are mourned, sure But reasons they are gone for are no longer pondered Once vaunted, now taunted, a lightyear glare Scorns repeat offenders, why issue more warnings? Certain things certain people certainly never learn As long as you deem yourself the teacher And lessons abound, beyond words, sitting on a bench In the park, glad to be on this Earth... [Hook]

Artist: Cedric Till / Concrete Cee Title: "In the waters of oblivion" Produced by: Orlando Ippolito / Sick Rat [Verse] History matters not, I'd rather not contend with that logic Of disregarding what was done in one's favor No games were played, though she's ending up on waivers Result of being drafted too high, I overrated her Blind to what I gave her, nurturing and care Constructive criticism, only wished to make her greater Despite arguing otherwise, it never made a Difference, as to what would pique her interest Seeing as she'd rather go back to whoever ditched her Instead of truly listen to her inner voice as I insisted Given the chance, she wouldn't go the distance Spit in my hands extended, that's the limit I pretended to encourage her, told her That she'd made her decision, cause derision ain't my style I let the cord go, an empty pond ain't made for fishing Though I'll let her drown, in the waters of oblivion And she's deleting comments made to spite him So he won't see the immaturity that she now displays in trying to like him Says that if he hurts her again, it'll crush her That night, I woke from a dream in which he fucked her I'll make a point to stay away from soulmates Because they always remind you of who you once was And it's all too clear that you're better today My foot is off the pedal now, my hands're off the clay What else is there to say? Instead of wasting breath Intended for an attempt to dissuade, I'd rather fade away Off the turn-around, make or miss, walk it off Scoff at the fact you wanna talk after the match Let's get some things clear, I'm contending for a ring here You're trying to make the lottery, tanking like you're 'bout to be Good in a couple years, but tomorrow's not promised You traded your glue guy for the scrub who kept failing To make the roster - Let's be honest Everything is off, even his posture I guess, it is get in where you fit in But the chip is off my shoulder now, good riddance...