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grandaddymac I grabbed this album for two reasons.

After hearing 'That Grit', I knew Hassaan was a beast on the mic.

Apollo is one of the two best Browns in the game today. Can't sleep on Kev Brown.

Anything Apollo Brown puts together is destined to be a soulful masterpiece.

-gdm Favorite track: Higher (feat. Finale).
Sean L
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Sean L Man this album will always hold a special place in my collection. I dont know why i took so long to pay both you legends. Favorite track: Higher (feat. Finale).
c.mutzke
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c.mutzke Simply tremendous! There are no better beats, and the flow, stunning. Favorite track: The Note.
Wesley
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Wesley Hassaan Mackey holds it down for Rochester, NY. His flow is strangely soulful while still being something you can rock to. Apollo Brown's boom bap beats will keep your head nodding for the entirety of the album. Favorite track: Something.
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FUHNAHTIK I just love the sampling in this track, and the whole record, and Apollo's whole catalog. Favorite track: Night Time [BONUS TRACK].
Mr.O
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Mr.O Mr Mackey and Apollo Brown!!!! Dream team!!!! Favorite track: Volume.
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Volume (free) 02:53
Tell the sound man to turn my shit up then turn that other shit down I get down like mothership's george Via slang words and onomonopias definition competition like trips see ya! Used to bust a rhyme like leader's till I had to leave em letter t'ing (stretched out) Blame apollo he's the one who brought the beat in I just grabbed the mic Then came to see em MCing pen in hand or no pen freeing The go in's frequent above weak shit I get down word's bond And I don't need cosigns to off what aint on just let a nigga rhyme like he wanna back a whole room into a corner treat it like war when I'm performing On it honest Vocal cords quaking up the bass daily bread shaking up the place! Chorus: If the music aint loud enough when the dj's on the cut somebody tell the sound man turn it up please,I'm rocking in the pocket locked in on it like a target b that other shit is garbage,man turn this up! Back to the grill again 92 street corners with the grimy viewed subject matter Crews groom their 1-2 through subdue Some of who I once knew respect due But not enough when funds like these The bread need cheese word em up! Snubbies on tuct in case the revolutions in a rush the front liners can line them up Then let them bust! The level your favorite is on I speak above and I aint gotta say it cause who compares to what ? Dollar bill hill piling up Hands out Every fingers waiting for a cut (get in line) the evolve revolves around shine but if you can't rock with the glow then never mind Watch it some other time regardless of who y'all is I get biz I will shine Chorus: If the music aint loud enough when the dj's on the cut somebody tell the sound man turn it up please,I'm rocking in the pocket locked in on it like a target b that other shit is garbage,man turn this up!
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Something 03:09
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Dear you cleared viewed out the window Every since the days of straight legs and nintendo I came to you to gain all the info even showed me pathways to walk to my kin folks back of the class made me swift With a pencil in the hall ways listen to instrumentals or in the lunch room beating on the lunch table I'm kicking freetyles trying to keep my brain stable Living conditions made me different so I never did the things they do remained me and stayed true Used to rock the neon green fat lace in the babe blue stan smiths eating up rap niggas like manwich They keep telling me calm down I can't bitch ghetto red hot way before the travel fox My mothers brown gran turino and a boom box busting shorts at the basketball court striped sox let's go! Chorus:2x Pinch a dollar bill good, stretch it till the next time come around,hand to hand learnings of the earner's who be hustling on the underground.. Grew up the fatherless boy, you know, the problem kid, my elders staring me down like what the problem is My mother stares and she frowns because the block we live has taaken how she raised me and erased all of her accomplishments, Re drew them with money and promises of fame though I been in this for years and still aint getting change Balancing ideas on a broke niggas dreams watching the the television while trying not to scream Plotting for pies the main theme,slice yours good then make green,land full of make believe you can't breathe Channel stays turned to what they want you to see Zero on repeat sleep on a loop but me I keep the volume on boom no jeep! Just the system and the bang goes deep 24 hour eye's open on the creep!
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Elephants 03:10
Anti living in the world on the outside never grew accustom to the customs of the inside couldn't fit the puzzle due to how let the pen glide.... Plus my razor is literal for a thin line So outings within time become jaded when the colorful world becomes faded And what's up under the world becomes Adjacent same equivalent basement Strange shit The hell you wish you could escape is now a neighbor with music banging early on the wake up Bill on break up highs over lows keep the pilot light glowing like the sky at this moment in time Refine life's lines as my opus self approved certified dopeness aint like I know it because I sat down and wrote it But I sure as hell know it aint bullshit! Chorus: Treat a dream like a means to an end speaking words from the scrolls verbs from the soul adding light to the mic through the glow submerged in the flow words from the soul (repeat) A black man with a dream in his hands only thing is fam I don't rap for the fans My thought patterns perform songs beyond norm I'm on some down to earth shit the world aint ready for, grew up on breaking and beat street galore but nowadays most niggas just break dance for sport Dj's want you to pay em to play joints but I don't consider that support.... Must got a supply of get high on stash telling me that you can't put mine on blast For free Fuck day glow and finders fee cause when its all said and done all you find is me rocking these beats like biz on the wind pipe coming out the back ground turning up the fahrenheit cause I still remember what it was like that's why I still crush mics
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None of em good, they all garbage all of em novice should invest in vest They're the best as targets this hot shit Will hit em In the side of they're conscience for talking out the they're conscience coinciding Hassaan's sick It's something wrong with me I'm on shit Beyond them old secular songs and subliminal shit that the rest of them on Speak my name and get torn to pieces nailed to death then hung from your features Left there dangling, lungs touching your sneakers the sound muffles the ground crumbles There's no where firm for you to stand Its clear and evident you aint learn to use your hands You would accept the burn if you man But your scared to even breath near the directions of my square And if your crew stares I got something that they could share She'll slit and severe shit swooped ear to ear bitch Chorus: 7 days wouldn't do,I'm treating this rap shit like food 7 days wouldn't do So don't step to the stage to get chewed 7 days wouldn't do I'm treating this rap shit like glue, stuck to it,yo what the fuck you wanna do? You rappidy rap niggas can all save it What ever you plan to bake is bland flavored No matter how y'all stretch it cover and dress it the taste tester's who taste it keep saying they can't taste shit Nigga you grew up in the burbs this aint the same shit.. Ill push your head off the pedestal that your frame sit Kick the shit in the crowd during the bang bitch Then proceed rapping while your body still standing jamming like uncle bob Vibing with the wailers Throwing competition in a coffin sticking All the nails in Can't compare him unless its to a werewolf Sit in my seat on a beat and get your chair pulled,right from up under your ass and that's real and I don't give a fuck if you like how I feel Yo just recognize the skill And put per diem on the bill! Chorus:
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Tell Me 03:30
They say the music is too loud but Radio Raheem's theme is keeping Hassaan attached to his dreams And from killing one of yall my man, cause shit seems like i wont escape from these dreams A nightmare on my street is always a reocurring theme, arguing with a fiend about a dollar and dream Who will be a pesant and who'll reign supreme, who's destine for greatness and who's just insane! In this world full of cream where money will aloow uus to be anything but if you aint got the spray to help you keep up with the gleam Whatever you possess is not the brand new thing and that will provoke you to do things opposite the color your mood ring the streets make examples Out of crews,teams and clicks who be riding round in them things sitting on rims showing off they change! Chorus:(Tell Me) tell me whats up with your life telll me how you pay your price Tell me how you roll your dice Telll me whats up with your hieghts and lows! Wash my wears at the wash house Aint enough clorox in the world to get the stains out Same corners with the same plot same route Hustle hard till they try and blow your brains out Do all the shit in life that you can gain a name about Let the babies watch and try to take the same route? Yo you gotta be a man about yours cant fall for the okie doke and be on all fours They gave the black man a black pres but what for? Only to try and blame us more, while we live under the radar fighting the us war Can't figure it out What the fuck for? Prices on chips escalating at the store and cigarettes cost what a weed bag cost got me hustling hard like i need that porshe but it's hard to get one and beat that court!
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[Offline] cudabrown79@gmail.com to me show details 1:50 PM (7 hours ago) Been at this for a whole damn hour Trying to find a way to get the money and the power Everybody I knows got weed or got powder but I aint got either just got a lot of demons The room down the hall way where every single dream lived turned into a wall where I couldn't reach at all Boxes of alcohol leaned up against the walls, like statues she praised daily like gods Her head would nod as she walked out the room where the blood left a stain on the pillow since June Shaking in the middle of the night trying to stay asleep But every time she takes a drink her eyelids start to blink She starts to think about the pain that's life causes,the gains,the strain from life's fortunes Drowning in a pool of regret. While losing life's light from her glimpse With each sip Used to have a grip on vices but ran into a crisis and now she pays the price for that shit Guilt's eating her guts and she can't get a grip All she could do is tap a brew and take a sip She used to able to make sense of shit that aint make sense but now all she do is take sips Up to the point she sips till she can't sip The pain be to much to bare she can't drink shit!!
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Heroes 00:54
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Megaphone 03:33
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The Note 02:21
Line jotter super rhyme maker Looking at the paper like hmmm I'll take her To anywhere letters speak to cadence through speakers Leaking all blatant to the people who need it Stroke the pen till the choke hold genius gets the vocal tones leaning that underground mean shit My mind team stitching themes like a fiends fix doper than your re-mix Fast forward them ask for's its me bitch!! I've been doing well creating shapes out of missing what I'm usually used to hearing on a tape Traditions based on wisdom and balance equals faith Radio play's only based on getting paid Its secondary for me to be thinking like a slave so I think like the page foundation laid make way for the pains I display rock it this way until my hue goes grey Chorus: my tears have erased most the words still I don't understand Mad man line for line writing on a mission like Eli's with a pen in hand gripping rap different Fans listen standing next to the speakers ears bleeding from the bullshit most call mcing so called mcing gone end? Aint it a question of favorite when everything you hear plays again Brain wash for deep thought if they let you in Lose you in the mix of it but they'll call it spins I wonder who gave power to them ? Who put the paper above pride of the pen? Writing off topic to a pocket of depend Dollar signs pointing to a profit of pretend locked into a bond with two separate ends Once the contract's added the real math begins Labels turn tables to you versus them And that's where it ends Chorus:
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Diamond Written in my own world from my own view spoken like who chose you? Minus a plus addded to equal out a balance with the fabric that I came up with,true spit Few make across a few slip,lifes a dice roll with more 6's than 45th's, I wish is just a statement for a well Sitting like the fishes at the bottom of a cell feeling like the taste of air's the closest view to hell when your seeing it from personal parrallels,well.. I guess that I should tell you, a work that's worth a purpose always comes with a failure And even though I've taken L's to make ends meet and suffer from thin sleep At the end of the day. I remember me Rocking like it was meant to be and the nikes on my feet make my cipher complete Chorus: Deep like the shining sparkle like a diamond,feeling like the stars in the sky when I'm rhyming.... Aint above it all but a brother still flying!! Grab the pen and the pad at the crib skribing cause that's what my life is.. In thought penning sharpening steele, the builds got a carpenters feel T-squared compared to none in this field Living life real,fighting wars swinging a sword with no shield what's a scar you can't feel? Tribute to the hero's that never made the mural,out of this world in plurals my mirror, few have a clue that could cue to an idea! Clearly missing the picture that's so near Driven by the spirit you hearing it like lyrics, I'm building like lifting from sitting it right here positioned from a prism that pilots the skies clear! In tune to the music that I'm hearing aspiration preparing inspiration is in it Tales of a man augmented but so authentic humbled indifferent! Chorus...
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Anti living in the world on the outside never grew accustom to the customs of the inside couldn't fit the puzzle due to how let the pen glide.... Plus my razor is literal for a thin line So outings within time become jaded when the colorful world becomes faded And what's up under the world becomes Adjacent same equivalent basement Strange shit The hell you wish you could escape is now a neighbor with music banging early on the wake up Bill on break up highs over lows keep the pilot light glowing like the sky at this moment in time Refine life's lines as my opus self approved certified dopeness aint like I know it because I sat down and wrote it But I sure as hell know it aint bullshit! Chorus: Treat a dream like a means to an end speaking words from the scrolls verbs from the soul adding light to the mic through the glow submerged in the flow words from the soul (repeat) A black man with a dream in his hands only thing is fam I don't rap for the fans My thought patterns perform songs beyond norm I'm on some down to earth shit the world aint ready for, grew up on breaking and beat street galore but nowadays most niggas just break dance for sport Dj's want you to pay em to play joints but I don't consider that support.... Must got a supply of get high on stash telling me that you can't put mine on blast For free Fuck day glow and finders fee cause when its all said and done all you find is me rocking these beats like biz on the wind pipe coming out the back ground turning up the fahrenheit cause I still remember what it was like that's why I still crush mics
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about

Back with that grit, tell the soundman to turn this sh*t up. New York MC Hassaan Mackey slangs words and onomatopoeia, rhymes like he wants to, and backs the whole room into a corner with a raw vision of the streets that pierces ordinary experience and gets at life’s marrow. Meanwhile Detroit producer Apollo Brown lays the sonic foundation with hard drums and big bass, while the crackle of vinyl hums. Gritty and soaked in soul, Daily Bread brings to mind an old photograph that bangs out the system. Each track is heavy with a sense of atonement, haunted by experience, and energized by a cathartic sense of hope. Give us our Daily Bread and forgive us our trespasses.

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released July 26, 2011

All tracks Produced and Arranged by Apollo Brown

All vocals written & performed by Hassaan Mackey

Recorded by Tate McBroom @ LabCabinRoyalOak

Mixed by Magnetic @ The Disc

Mastered by Eric Morgeson @ Studio A

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