Cover art to my album 'Gone is the illusion '.

I have been waiting for this day to make this post. It's been long over due. The cover art to my album 'Gone is the illusion', due out March 31st.

The finishing touches were done by Brokemc. www.brokemc.com he did the coloring and final edits to the text on the drawing I originally did.

Here is the drawing, before hand, pencil & ink.

I'm very proud of the process this went through.  I was going to knock this out by myself but it would have taken me forever to get it done. So I had to swallow my pride, and I'm glad I did because it came out fresh!

The concept behind this drawing is getting past your personal demons, the walls blocking you, and realizing it's all in your head. Thats what the focused face is about, completely tuning out the demons in his head.

The sand in his hands are those very demons turned to ash going through his fingers.

It was also influenced by the lyrics of the chorus of the song with the same name.
It goes like this "Ashes to ashes dust to dust, gone is the illusion the wall is crushed, when the world talks shit and you call it's bluff then gone is the illusion the wall is crushed".

Along with color schemes, the outer space  background was really something that just felt right. Like that's how it should be. Just pure creative inspiration.

Gone is the illusion drops March 31st!
There will be physical and digital records for sale!

On the road again! ! Lyrically fit show at the legendary venue the "Trocadero", aka the Troc.

Thursday March 15th I had a show in Philly at the historical venue the Trocadero. More on that in a few. The show was thrown by hiphop website www.lyricallyfit.com

It was originally supposed to be thrown March 5th (one day after my birthday). But was postponed because due to inclement weather conditions aka, a snowmaggedon!

Lol. As extreme as people make simple shit like one layer of snow seem these days, it actually was pretty bad that day to have a show. So the Trocadero postponed the show until the 15th.

I was really excited to do this show from the jump because of the venue. The Trocadero is the only 19th century Victorian theater still in operation in the United States.  It's listed on the U.S. register of historic places.

 This is outside in front of the Troc.

This is called the 'Balcony', this is where the lyrically fit show was held. On this stage is where everybody performed. 

Now this is the main hall right behind the balcony between two wooden doors. It reminds me alot of the Manhattan Center.

I would more than kill to rock this part of the Troc in front of a packed house! Ain't nothing but hardwork!

The Trocadero use to be known as the Arch street Opera House. Back in 1870 and throughout,  they use to throw musical comedies, vaudeville, Burlesque,  and minstrel shows! How ironic that decades later myself and other mcs would rock here. 

Back inside on the balcony, closer to the stage, you get to see this bar setup which I thought was pretty dope to take a picture of. 

when it was all said and done, I took a post show wrap up photo with Coach Jay, Founder of lyrically fit and DJ SoulBuck,  who held it down on the 1s and 2s all night!

My stamp at the door, reminded myself to take a pic of it before I dipped.

Me making my exit from the Troc after business was handled. 

'Clean Slate', song lyrics from Gone is the illusion

Hook

Post winter laced, thawed lakes, spring break Clean Slate! 
Ruffies in beer, a mind disappears Clean Slate!

Comatose Amnesiac awakes Clean Slate!

I need a fresh start with my past erased

Reincarnation in a new birth place Clean Slate!

Before illusions drained me of my faith Clean Slate! 
Hard Drive cleaned freeing up space Clean Slate! 
I need a fresh start with my past erased

Verse 1

Remembering the moves that brought me to the dance

I waltz with skeletons with a icy long glance

So cold a polar bears fingers would catch cramps

and a paraplegic would brush frost off his pants

I got distracted going against my very nature

From taking what I want and reaching my goals

Never having to prove anything to these fucking assholes

They don’t suffer with me, so I don’t give’em that control

So, yeah bitch gimmie the blue pill dream

Like Jessie Pinkman cooking methlamine

to get that rare hue of methamphetamines

so euphoric I leapt from a mezzanine

landed in a space shuttle slash time machine

Searching for the restoration of my old base

Gone is the illusion, I have a clean slate

Hook

Post winter laced, thawed lakes, spring break Clean Slate! 
Ruffies in beer, a mind disappears Clean Slate! 
Comatose Amnesiac awakes Clean Slate! 
I need a fresh start with my past erased

Reincarnation in a new birth place Clean Slate!

Before illusions drained me of my faith Clean Slate! 
Hard Drive cleaned freeing up space Clean Slate! 
I need a fresh start with my past erased

Verse 2

I’ll Terra-form the moon busting nuts at night

That go up & down like suborbital flights

That cause torrential down pours & new signs of life

A fresh start yes but that doesn’t change the game

The only way diamonds are forever

is if pressure is a crucial success measure

like diamonds from the players club casting weather

Only when you know pain can real change occur

I should slam my palms on salted broken glass

shoot myself in the knee stab both of my calves

Just so I can start penning my rough draft

Like Tuskegee  Airman operating aircraft

But I got better luck having my prostate exam

By a blind cardiologist with hooks on his hands

But when the mappings of my brain are left in gods hands

I guess he isn’t laughing much at the layout of my plans

Hook

Post winter laced spring break thawed lakes
Clean Slate!
Ruffies in beer a mind disappears, Clean Slate!
Comatose amnesiac awakes Clean Slate!
I need a fresh start with my past erased. Reincarnation in a new birthplace Clean Slate!
Before illusions drained me of my faith, Clean Slate!
Hard drive cleaned freeing up space,Clean Slate!
I need a fresh start with my past erased

verse 3

Call me autonomous prime with my inner chi

With the energon I produce from my energy

I could power a city from new orleans to sicily

and keep away these strange creatures from my vicinity

They are those who’ll be frightened by your journey

will give you every reason to pack it in a hurry

But disappointed if you quit and decide to live safely

That some psycho shit or maybe you just hate me?

There are those who want you to escape hell & bust ass!

But don’t believe you have the strength for the task

They just tell you these things so you won’t feel bad

Their just great salesman blowing smoke up your ass

Because everyone wants you to do good but not better than them

These are leeches, not friends - cover your skin

Only through evolution can we leave the past behind

That’s how you get a clean slate that’s how I got mine…..

Hook

Post winter laced, thawed lakes, spring break Clean Slate!

Ruffies in beer, a mind disappears Clean Slate!

Comatose Amnesiac awakes Clean Slate!

I need a fresh start with my past erased

Reincarnation in a new birth place Clean Slate!

Before illusions drained me of my faith Clean Slate!

Hard Drive cleaned freeing up space Clean Slate!

I need a fresh start with my past erased

'Lionheart' Lyrics from 'Gone is The illusion'.

Verse 1

Gimmie your best shot pal I can take it!

Heart got strong from people trying to break it!

Pardon my tease I wear my heart on my sleeve

I rather move than freeze give up & cop pleas

an who are these niggas to ever judge me!?

You were never around when my chips were down

I was the only person who lifted me off that ground

an if I ain’t winning then I go down swinging

I can take a beating & keep on ticking

try to push me away and take my position

Your bones will snap so good luck with benching

So if you ain’t here to put a smile on my face

put money in my pocket and reach new landscapes

The bulk of my time don’t you dare waste

Step to the side I got moves to make

Verse 2

In the scheme of things, the punchline is real simple

What - don’t - kill- you- makes- you crippled

What don’t kill me makes me stronger

Scientists use my white blood cells on viral monsters

I ain’t talking thermals when I say your under armour

when you make as much sense as an igloo in china

an a neighborhood with a curfew and a all night diner

If you think I should settle for less an expire

an be miserable like you a coward & a liar

I got a thick skin like metal plating

with padding like line men in gear in the off season

charged with unnecessary roughness & brutal beatings

That’ll get me banned like odd future from New Zealand

My will is strong! My pride is beaming!

Your will is weak, your pride is peeling

My heart larger than a water bed hit’n a muthafucking ceiling!

Verse 3

I’m a warlock with words the way I split halves

Off top the head or pen game Witch-craft?

I wasn’t always that nice I had to bust ass

Like a freshman fighting 8th graders for his bus pass

Ain’t nothing like being on stage in front of a rough crowd

They could hate my guts tell me quit but I’m too proud

Salt in my wounds but it made me better

Went home mead notebook on the dresser

I won’t be denied or bow down to the pressure

Your boyfriends only better than me in your dreams

hes only recognized  because of a marketing team

but I want it more with or without the machine

I’m the last man standing might as well climb to the top

I’ve seen artists lose it all and go back to the block

I’ve endured a lot where most would have stopped

But I pick up momentum like a fucking juggernaut!

Verse 4

I’m cut from an art form born through renegades

I’ll stand my ground on George Zimmermans grave

Channelling the spirits of African slaves

Facing the adversity of dogs & riot brigades

My heart is a vibrant torch lit flame

That guides me through the darkness, where I was born like Bane

I move in silence like the “D” in Djangos name

when constructing the framework of my game

I ain’t talking angry birds in the hood tossed in there lane

Ignored like kurds slaughtered by Saddam Hussein

I mean having the courage of expressing my range

That reaches further than peaks, valleys, & groves

Deciphers prophecy in books, numbers, & codes

Stripped more bare than beauties in burlesque shows

Leave fans screaming like Yasiin Bey with tubes up his nose