Mrtzcmp3
  • Introdiction
  • The Struggle
  • Muses
  • Domestic Silence
  • Let 'Em Come
  • Try Dying
  • Rat Race
  • 1000 Words
  • Broken Promise
  • Death of the Journalist
  • At All
  • Feel It
  • Soldier Boy (Kill 'Em)
  • Development
  • Love Like This
  • Dreaming
  • Reprise
  • First Time I Met Musik
  • Soldier Boy (Kill Them)
  • The Struggle - Doctor P Mix
  • Angles
  • Angels
  • Let Em Come (feat. P.O.S & Sage Francis)
  • Feel It (feat. Natasha Fox)
  • Thou shalt always kill
  • No Nimbus
  • Soldier Boy (Kill Em) [feat. B Dolan]
  • First Time I Met Muzik
  • Let Em Come (feat. Sage Francis & P.O.S.)
  • The Struggle (Doctor P Mix)
  • Love (Sic) [Scroobius Pip vs. Christian Scott]
  • letter from god to man
  • The Struggle (Doctor P Remix)
  • Beat That My Heart Skipped
  • Magicians Assistant - Spoken Word Version
  • Look For The Woman
  • Let em Come
  • Back From Hell
  • Let Em Come (feat. Sage Francis) - Radio Edit
  • Fixed
  • Let 'Em Come (Feat. Sage Francis & P.O.S.)
  • Let Em Come (feat. Sage Francis & Pos of Doomtree)
  • Soldier Boy (Kill Them) (feat. B Dolan)
  • Let Em Come (Redux) [feat. Sage Francis, Metermaids & Cecil Otter]
  • Waiting for the Beat to Kick in
  • Soldier Boy Kill Em (feat. B Dolan)
  • The Beat That My Heart Skipped
  • Feel It (Featuring Natasha Fox)
  • Let 'Em Come (Featuring Sage Francis & P.O.S)
  • Soldier Boy Kill 'Em (Featuring B Dolan)

I woke early one day after a restless night
I watched the stars burst and fill the morning sky with light
In my hazy daze I noticed something on my bedroom floor
It was an envelope I don't think I had seen before
I opened with caution and in it did reside
A map and a note that said 'join me inside'
I had nothing to do that day outside of my head
So I decided to just follow and see where it led
It led me to a door, I grabbed the handle and used it
Stood before me was the physical embodiment of music
I could barely believe my eyes, she was a sepia goddess
Every contour was perfection yet her demeanor was modest
Even armed with all this beauty she was in no way belittling
I'd liken her body to the opening riff from Little Wing
Her eyes burned deep with the passion of an aimless chain gang
And her lips smiled with the vibe of Son of a Preacher Man
She told me how she had evolved over time
We sat in this empty room with just a bed and some wine
She talked for hours about the things
She'd seen and done but no boasting
We'd pause on Zinfandel, raise a glass and just toast things
We had a meeting of minds, she breathed new life in this old brain
She was the milk in my Kahlua, I was the Hartman to her Coltrane
Showed me scars she had acquired each time her genius would depart
Jimi Hendrix on her left hand, Johnny Cash on her heart
Different fingers from Iggy St. Davis and her legs scarred for Elvis
Ray Charles on her eyelids, Jim Morrison on her pelvis
Then she asked about me and my musical stylings
And all the things in life I found somewhat inspiring
I paused and smiled, the wine making me feel quite cocky
Feeling whatever I said she would take in and not mock me
Said I'm a wordsmith and artist, I'm deep like the TARDIS
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