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bengemm This a wonderfully constructed album by Seez Mics. The beats are all very smooth and the lyricism matches the high class beats perfectly. Many good featured artists in these songs make the album have good variation while still remaining a great album to sit back and relax to. Favorite track: Float Away WITH Adeem and Big SLOP.
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    3. DIY packaging in the form of cardboard sleeves from Crushkill Recordings complete with applied stickers of both the cover and tracklist stitch pieces by Lauren Gere.

    4. Crushkill Recordings and Seez Mics stickers that you can put on someone's face, as well as a Crushkill Recordings business cards that you can hand out at fancy parties.

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Over the course of my career, I have been fortunate to cross paths WITH dozens of like-minded artists who inspire me both creatively and personally.

Collaborating WITH each of them feels like a must, but there are only so many hours before the coffin closes or the ashes are scattered.

One such artist is producer and engineer Scott Kuzner. I have worked WITH Scott on several projects since we first met in the late 90's. Most recently, he mixed and mastered my 2014 Crushkill Recordings release "Cruel Fuel" and then sent me a stockpile of beats to continue the creative momentum from that album.

Once I began writing to these beats, I noticed a pattern: I would develop a hook and one verse that meshed perfectly WITH the beat's vibe and cadence, but I'd also want to hear how another MC's voice and perspective would flesh out the concept I'd created.

Around the same time, I was building WITH Adeem about doing a song together. I sent him a demo of what eventually became "Float Away" and I was floored by what he did WITH both the hook and the concept. I started thinking... if one MC was able to add a such a unique dynamic to the song... and I have a wishlist of collaborators... and the traditional rap song has three 16 bar verses... why not make an entire album of myself WITH two other MCs on each song?

Several hundred emails, texts, and phone calls later, I present the first of what I hope will be many installments in the WITH serial. Peace to Crushkill Recordings for the label support, Lauren Yates for the artwork, and all of the artists who lent their time and talent to this project.

Also, I'll have lunch WITH anyone who notices the one rhyme scheme I use for all of my verses. You're paying, though.


released February 17, 2017

All lyrics by Seez Mics (Fuwwy Music, ASCAP) and the two MCs on each song.
All beats by Scott Kuzner.
Scratches on "Torch" by DJ Addikt.
Artwork by Lauren Gere.
Label support by Crushkill Recordings.


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Track Name: Howl At The Sky WITH Uptown XO and Kokayi
Seez Mics:
I don’t wanna sit and stare at a spreadsheet
That is telling me humanity is dead meat
My kind of fun is solitary and stress free
Refilling the tank when my empathy is empty
Friends see it all- the good and the bad
So when I‘m bad at being good, it’s for the good of the math
Add the energy you have, put a foot on the path
Before judging another’s smile as too crooked to laugh
Mistook it for wrath, the lesson was one of benevolence
discovering elements
Of surprise, surprise- we’re all under development
Hate to say I told you so for the love of intelligence
None of it’s relevant, so listen up
We all drink the same water, just from different cups
A cigarette’s the only time I’m kissing butts
Cause I know my way around every nip and tuck, zip it shut

Uptown XO:
I don't wanna sit and stare at the city streets
I need a outlet ..a plug it's 10 degrees
My heart will freeze if I go below zero
So whenever I see doe I docie doe
Stability is required for manhood
Didn't understand the mechanics until I lifted up my damn hood
Fuck materialism that isn't him you or me
And killing your brother for nothing doesn't make you a G
I talk to God everyday he created you and me
The planets and stars are organized
Today I thought of lines to make
The sourt of lime
light to over ride
Any team I'm the coach of mine
Approach the mic with a cultured mind
Here to take the game into overtime
Like Jordan 23 or 45
With the truth I'm flashy
like Nas I'm nasty
I tell em perseverance what got me here when they ask me

I don't wanna sit and stare at a sketched piece
Mugshot slug shots now he resting
Blood shot eye water no jet stream
The purge of further murder his mother utters the next thing
Jah bless em cuz he nah wan tessem (test em)
Now he peeking from the urn top a beech wood dresser but she preached good lessons
Yet he heed no warnings but got inspired by the choir every Sunday morning
Lawd (lord) please save em she beseeching
Betwixt her grieving amidst relieving
the third shift at the shipping and receiving
Juxtaposed to his growing greed and packages he stuck both his feet in
good til the product ain't a factor but his math was misleading
so his path lack the crumbs of bread to lead em back now she howling at the sky with a tear stuck to her lashes
a quarter moon amidst the stars as the waves keep crashing, so...
Track Name: Keep Your Cool WITH Priest Da Nomad and K-Cromozone
Seez Mics:
Another morning of what is and what’s not said
Complicated by the chemical cobwebs
She’s pushing buttons cause she knows I’m a hot head
I’m refusing to respond, our stubbornness in lock step
The nonsense of a communication breakdown
Between children on the human race’s playground
Darken the skies with accumulating rain clouds
And the torch of pride can illuminate the ways out
I choose to wait now, don’t dare pursue it farther
I’d rather bare my soul than have to wear a suit of armor
Or be the fairy tale therapeutic charmer
Just hold myself accountable for where we move as partners
There the truth is hardest, gotta learn how to fight
Without the foolish torch of pride burning too bright
Day became night in the circle of life
We got home from work, kissed and made up, the turned out the light

Priest Da Nomad:
Priest Da Nomad, I was fresh out the crib
Lookin smooth on a calm day
Pushin my jont down the BW parkway
By 410, with my hype ass, pumpin beats out the truck
Rhymin, lights flash now they rollin up on me
I’m thinkin “Damn slim what the hell they want with me man?”
We already late to the gig, my dude puffin on a cig
We nervous as hell dawg, and we ain’t done nothing
But when you look like me, wrong words, and they blow your stuffin
All over your baby’s car seat, cerebellum like cherry slurpee
They ask for my license and I can see they wanna hurt me
“Two men robbed a Suntrust! They’re black in a black truck!”
Dawg! How many black dudes you see driving a black truck?!
Gotta be 50% around here, Escalades to Mountaineers
My boy said, “Keep it Cool Priest!” out of fear
“Never mind sir. It seems we got the wrong guys.”
Clearly! Dude thank God they didn’t try to Tamir me!
I had to keep..

Start the day, like I'm tracking the start date
Of my heart rate; as we embark on the Stargate
Accelerates as we elevate
You can't telestrate development as it comes....
So let's take a sec to step back: true
A good playlist can put you in the right mood
My mood is karma; mood swing is unspoken
Unheard one word one motion
The ebb and flow is the ocean
So I don't ride the wave of emotion
I took a crash course in coping
From that bum living on the platform at Fulton
And took the time to breathe out
live a little slower like an off-season beach town
We found, if you swallow your pride and follow in stride,
Every missed shot has a rebound
Track Name: Please Subscribe WITH Napoleon Da Legend and Wax
Seez Mics:
I don’t break habits by wearing straight-jackets
And let’s be honest: I’m not exactly a babe magnet
I just stay rappin, I display passion
I’m amazed so many of you will age backwards
And pay taxes on your stick in the mud
Before hitting rock bottom with a sickening thud
I keep – banging away til the stone’s dripping in blood
And any seed of doubt gets nipped in the bud
What? Spit for the love, that’s one answer
When questioning the purpose of seeing no funds transfer
I mean that other stuff, peace to Doug Stamper
Don’t swallow their hot air, it’ll give you lung cancer
Run Prancer, Santa’s gotta kiss god’s ass
To keep the Kardashians on task
Heaven and hell only exist for the contrast
Please subscribe to the Chrome Bills podcast

Napoleon Da Legend:
Plugged in the matrix every plug shameless
When the Bucks came in everything I touch famous
Dub tapes to club bangers using rough language
Nuff anguish to create a buzz like drug sandwich
It's iTunes and bandcamp YouTube and tidal
New tunes'll make u wanna kill yourself suicidal / when
Art and money mix you hear a lot of funny shit
Raise the rug up and sweep all of the bull up under it
Understandable smooth we eating cannibal food /
You too robotic can't adapt too mechanical when you move
I'm promoters dream / demote yo team when I perform a scene
Getting that Gorgonzola cheese when I record a scheme
Let the Killa orca breath make a scene make it seem normal make it Seem like I'm making cream off it
I saw it I envisioned it often now im living it
So hit the link ASAP get ya subscription in

How could you not be a subscriber, speaking such fire
Keeping ya in line til I freaking retire
Me and MacGyver are similar people
Turning nothing into something that's considerably lethal
Now that's an old reference, but the analogy stands
And you'll never snatch this microphone up out of these hands
Whether rapping... or podcasting...
Or at karaoke night fucking up Janet Jackson
My podcast improv, no note pads
As for now, the shit ain't got no ads
But I might change up on you bitches
Sell out- to dollar shave club on you bitches
I gets downloads, but not a crazy amount
I hope this shit goes up like it's my savings account
But mostly I just want ya'll to vibe
Be safe out there, and please subscribe.
Track Name: Torch WITH Ceschi and Esh
Seez Mics:
I never judge a book by its cover up
Or swallow so much pride, I need my stomach pumped
So from the front that you back with the subtle scuttlebutt
Buttercup, I can only assume that you would run amok
Sum it up, corner to globe- at a quarter to Cole
I quartered my soul at the fork in the road
Better half, dot dot dash remorse in the code
Let em laugh like it's not that bad, absorbing the blow
The more that you know, ignorance is blistering, real advice
Bring it to you live til they kill the lights
Bipolar lower to the thrill of heights
Got me feeling like I brought a calculator to a pillow fight
Your bill of rights’re snide comments and fake smiles
I got side projects and WAV files
It ain't like me and god share the same tile
But by the time I saw 8 mile, I was on my eighth style

This could really take a while….
I'll put em in a lake of fire..or if I'm feeling friendly maybe Salem style trial.
They can't hang though.
They're tangled in tame flows.
I'll mangle these lame bros with their painfully plain prose.
No feasting on the pieces of weaklings deceitfully claiming to be peaking but are beneath me.
Sorry to burst bubbles or hurt feelings…
believe me….this world's a beast - it'll eat you while critiquing.
Out there it's a blitzkrieg of concrete feet dropping quicker and deeper than where fish sleep.
It's gotta be a preposterous parting treat when your body's tossed in the sea, only caught by a bed of coral reef.
Now your flesh will only be a tender delicacy for schools of blind swimmers nibbling at your meat.
All apologies.
Cobain couldn't even comprehend the awful pain that this is causing me.

I'll never be the king, don't pretend I'm Elvis
Even though I'm smoother than a Ken Doll's pelvis
Now you and all your men's all jealous
Cuz ya feeling my shit like, "what is this? Velvet?"
I always tell it how I see it
Only learned to swim when I fell into the deep end
Working to relieve the workers working for the weekend
Working on myself because I never want to be them
You know, cubicle suit-monkey
Won't walk a mile in that shoe if it's too funky
The truth is, I'd rather be busting with two junkies
Then pan handling for that Canada Goose money
Is it funny or just a cruel joke?
If you've got spirit then bust a move, loc
Spend everyday trying to do what you don't
You take the yacht I'll take the harbor - cool boat
Track Name: Float Away WITH Adeem and Big SLOP
Seez Mics:
My brain had a big bang, expanding while it melts
Throughout a universe that understands how it felt
I flew through the galaxy and landed on the shelf
Where I floated to the surface before standing by myself
Planets like myself don’t pretend that we’re stars
We revolve and evolve in our heads and our hearts
I’m glad we got common ground in Kendrick Lamar
But my atmospheric pressure’ll leave you mentally scarred
Now your friends at the bar might not tell you that you’re derivative
Indicative of hypocrites, gravity’s illegitimate
Wing and a prayer, an atheist Icarus
Waxing poetic on our geometric differences
Picture this with a man made telescope:
Idiots are buying fear, geniuses are selling hope
Since my heavenly bodies are hella dope
When they ask how I cope, I tell em: float

I’ve been standing in a one man circle
counting all the ways that tomorrow’s gonna hurt you
the past passed by in the blink of an eye
so I readjusted my sight and wore the shoes of the blind
funny how different a gimmick looks from afar
when you’re super hot but not cold enough to be a star
cars pass by you hear the subs rumble through
forget about the future it’s just a fictional truth
But if I’m honest about my love for the nonsense
I can build something better better amaze and astonish
floating through a river moving through the city’s conscience
rooted in the knowledge that peace brings progress
Until then I’ll be sky bound with a crack in my crown
A disciple of breaks Bambaataa found
Wading in a lexicon of long gone style
Nobody hold me down I wanna rise for awhile

Spinning through reality, mind at home still
Trying to pay my life debts with these Chrome Bills
The cost of life's commerce is more than just a payment
Got me standing in the sunshine, but feeling like its rainin'
No clouds in the sky but I feel 'em in my heart
The egocentric worries of a wannabe star
I got dreams and best believe I wanna go far
Wondering should I just join my friends at the bar
And Drink Away The Pain and maybe cause some Havoc
Or boots to the ground and start to get some traction
Thinking what are life's pursuits without some passion?
Is it possible controlling outcomes solely through your actions?
Thrashing through the waves, but I'm chilling in the current
The levity of gravity my only known deterrent
The lines of my reality steady stay blurring
At the end of my rope, I let go... I float
Track Name: Until Then WITH navi and Ardamus
Seez Mics:
She’s the type to giggle when you let her
Get away with murder when delivering the pressure
Measure: his and hers forever
Or temporarily a prisoners’ dilemma
The minute I remember that I’m owed an apology
I forget: I wrote an anthology
A digital trail of broken philosophy
All on account of I hope she don’t follow me
Open throat policy: swallow your pride
You’re thick where it counts, but hollow inside
Maybe it’s pheromones, call it a vibe
But I’m seeing through the peek-a-boo walls where she hides
Fall from the sky, a beautiful mess
But all I see is ugliness due to the stress
Maybe one day I’ll be immune to her hex
Until then, I guess I’m just someone new to impress

Uhh. To clarify my pair of eyes
Caught mid-stare amidst air and time,
There in line, through miles worth of crowd.
You were certainly endowed. Saw you
flipping Foucault with a furrow in your brow.
I said ‘wow’ in an inside voice, a choice unfold:
Impossible talk points? implausible goals?
Although, I’ve been told fortune favor the bold,
Bold’s a neighbor to a dangerous and lecherous road.
And me, I hate that we paved it so you keep a tally of
which alleys you avoid and which escapes you’ve scoped.
Sudden situation hinging on a trepidation.
A cat-call's a construct of a perilously feral nation.
So now, I’m frozen. I was going in on insecurities
And by association, my maturity, when - whoops
Forgot to stop staring your way.
I’ll pick it up but thanks for now for how you’re bearing the weight

Who brings the truth and provides the lies
Our back and forths go side to side
Talk show hosts that you idolize
Say its none of my biz, when you privatize
Online, you say that I'm more than mean
When we fight, I post up a Jordan meme [it was just a joke!]
And some days the hearts action
will sign a peace treaty that's on a bar napkin BUT
I recall details to head
I asked for your number, email instead BUT
It was love, it must be then
Plus, you fought about me with your ugly friend BUT
We broke up, and now, yeah, we're off of that
No hugs, just hi, and awkward dap [ah, c'mon, don't leave me hangin']
So we do a cool shuffle
We're not the right piece so we get a new puzzle LIKE.....
Track Name: Won't You WITH Dood Computer and Dez
Ready on the right, I’m a semi-sane southpaw
Traveling light with baby wipes and mouthwash
On the up and up since the Cruel Fuel downfall
When the voices in my head were organizing a town hall
Profound flaws, maybe I’m born cynical
But seeing suckers get signed’s making me more cynical
Bunch of bench warmers fronting like floor generals
A war criminal, my battle scars absorb minerals
I’ve morphed into two people I’ve gotta reconcile
One is happy go lucky and one’ll never smile
Cognitive dissonance, position is I’ve read the file
We’re all kinda crazy, the difference: I got a better style
Bless the child who can write their own fresh start
No need for loose leaf, we’ll use your mom’s stretch marks
When in Rome, be certain who your friends are
Ain’t enough Kevlar to protect you from my Death Star

Dood Computer:
The difference between us is you say you're on your grizzly
But I'll tame a wild kodiak and ride it like a 10 speed
Rocking a bed sheet, that toga party couture
The origin of every story that you thought was folklore
And folks, you're enjoying the illest to ever do it
Gorillas that's under the influence of gin fluid
And been using a pen to put a muzzle on cats
It's got a big bark, but bite off of my dogs when they rap
So- scrap the session you saying that you were blessing
And get stuck for every cent that you were planning on investing
Cause I'm putting epinephrine in an epi pen, injecting it
In every vein available from pupils to the rectum
And then cracking skulls like there the eggs I had for breakfast
You're more than welcome to test if you thinking you got a death wish
You want that next shit? It's the same as your last meal
Just rearranged a little bit and stinky as hell, pew

Fuck Eric Hosmer
AND chase utley get stomped at a Terror concert
My joints get more run than a pair of converse
More beef than the people under the stairs at Bomber's
You'll get sonned like Sarah Connor It's unfair it's bonkers how I'm compared to sub-saharan thermometers... Shit is hot
Your squad took the stage we didn't watch
I'm sending shots to you little lemon drops
Still gotta couple unsettled debts to squash
Whether the shit was ever said in jest or not
I guess whatever's deaded's better left to rot
I'm feelin sentimental maybe we should battle tho
Nah, you're better off buckin yourself Plaxico
Hoe ass rappers half steppin like a fractured toe, how apropos, yo
Track Name: Saint Sinner

Getting off here on my way to being on one
Finding my short fuse foolish in the long run
Just a brunette hoping to have a little blond fun
So when the swamp things treat me like pond scum
C’mon son- don’t get slapped by father
I been a bloody stone since I tapped my water
You’re a full time past life martyr
Treating the beat like a half life partner
Trapped by karma- forced to meet the demands
A compromised mission that don’t agree with your plans
No more beach to the sand by sleeping with fans
I’m busy decalcifying my pineal gland
Breathe and expand, allow me to solve problems
Though I’m surrounded by pagans and hobgoblins
Focus your fear on Stoli and stock options
I’d rather reanimate by reading Tom Robbins
Never clock watching, I stay squeezing 65
Multiplied by the counter culture’s big divide
Pick a side, plenty of room to risk your lives
Dignified by your response to which dick you ride
It gets you high as it would a lowly plate spinner
I’m licking em clean, don’t even have to make dinner
For the straight spitters, for the crate diggers:
Seez Mics, my life as Saint Sinner

These choices
I'm making
Are making
Seez Mics, my life as Saint Sinner

The paradox we call reality: duality
It knows no man made boundary
No religion, no gender, no race
Political affiliation or nationality
A personality divided in two
Does it narrow your perspective: the sky’s always blue
Or broaden your horizon: admire the view
You see, the virus inside us is bias, and when you try to remove
The outer shell of your inner troubles
All you find are smaller pieces of a bigger puzzle
To put it all together’s always been a struggle
The Saint Sinner hustle: balanced by the opposites
The rich and poor are the poor and rich
The good evil are the evil and good
In this life of contradiction, the most
You can ask for’s to be understood
Understand: the oldest trick in the book
Will become the newest vice in the streets
Double cross when you give em the hook, vic and the crook
Man child with spikes in my feet, cypher complete
Fighting for peace armed with lead paint thinner
Even when hope is only a faint glimmer
For the shape shifters, for the brain twisters
Seez Mics, my life as Saint Sinner

These choices
I'm making
Are making
Seez Mics, my life as Saint Sinner

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