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First Attempt at a Second Chance

by Kev Sez

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Damien Perry I'm extremely impressed with Kev Sez, but I'd like to hear better beats. They're very Casio Keyboard techno. Just my opinion. I'd still buy his next album Favorite track: Whiskey Icarus.
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1.
Jupiter 02:40
This is the solemn anniversary of depth charged Cranium angels holding their fingers inside of my grey matter Miami Vice grip, flower shirts hurt vision when fingertips are pushed in Take away what you will and leave what you feel I could listen to Classical guitar notes, flick flick like tire spokes Tickle both ends of the spectrum and emerge, pinching the septum I think I smell a rat, clack clack clack clack, pungent sulfur popping like that that React swiftly! Just cause I'm dying doesn't mean you won't kiss me? Thrown off like a jacket in the heat of a Detroit summer You thought you could… cover your footprints like a hunter But I kept tabs on you like an obsessive lover From Down Under, knife sings our song like Paleolithic thunder Making love on fur til the sun melts all our ambitions Pour myself a cup of stuff that erupts just enough to wake my ass up Ayo I see my reflection shove I'm never gon' feel, love love but we can be friends, bud bud And if you don't dig, tough luck Starting anew, crumb crumb this version'll suck, dum dum So many emotions, run I cannot escape, grab gun I'm never gon' grab drab sky too many silk backdrops, why? I'm goin' goodbye, au revior Let me grab one last cigar Blow rings down the boulevard A burning Excalibur Someone once said love hurts Well I'd like to think it burns Traversing through idioms Easy as pie, and then some I'm beating around the bush before I beat my brains out And call it a day, catch some z's Is this still a bang-up job? Shit, I dunno (beat's me) I'm keepin' my nose to the grindstone While choppin' my head on my writer's block Paying the piper while pulling all-nighters and waiting for all of the fun to stop At the eleventh hour I'll crash onto Jupiter And wait until hell freezes over to lay in the bed that I made for myself But if you can fly, fly high Before the man strikes you down But if you can fly, fly high Before the man strikes you down But if you can fly, fly high Before the man strikes you down Before the man strikes
2.
You, me and everyone we know is gone and dead, so why stick around? I'd rather decompose in the ground instead Let my mind drift, drink a fifth of vodka, chase it with some gold caps, strap myself down and let my mind react Redact reality with existential nihlism Close the shutters, live in clutter, thinking "motherfucker I ain't ever getting out of this, I can't focus long enough to consider options outside of cannibis" Walk the streets in a daze, looking like a mugger wrapped in pea coats and cigarette smoke Reach the corner store, finish up the last drag, mean- while Black Flag's echo blasted out the speakers while some teenagers ignored it like they don't know shit. Had money in my pocket but I saw he had more ones Thought I'd be retired at 21, where's the fun gone? Pop into the store, psilocybin is kicking in I don't know where I'm walkin' But I don't care, cause my future me is calling I never answer, 'cause I'm stuck in the past, while taking sips from a flask while I'm winking through my death mask … While I'm winking through my death mask … While I'm winking through my death mask … While I'm winking through my death mask While I'm winking through my death mask Walk up to the counter with no will like a fatalist Only white boy in the store full of closet segregationists Define irony: we stole the land from Cherokee And here I am currently, paying with my currency Ten bucks a pack for their tobacco so I kill myself and it's a profit, had thought but I just lost it Feeling like an angel, seeing zippers in my vision. Knowin' in five minutes money won't make sense, so I pay and dip Walk outside, light up, get myself a mouthful Contemplate my death with every square ounce full, I'm doubtful of where I'll end, where I begin, and what exists what is life? what is sin? what's after death? are we all kids? Is there a god? If there is, there must be a devil Yin and yang, black and white, day and night, liquid and metal Light another smoke, zippo click, throw it in the coat Suck it up, little shithead, you only live once (YOLO!) I'm not sure where I'm walkin' I'm looking back, 'cause my shadow is stalkin' Thinkin' in circles 'cause I'm high as a kite, and life is like a song I'm singing to the end that goes like … While I'm singing to my death and … While I'm singing to my death and … While I'm singing to my death and While I'm sinking to my death, man Child-like delusions of a man with nothing to lose Nobody in the picture but himself, he knows it too Take another step and the borders of the sidewalk Fall apart, tip toe glowing concrete like I'm walking in the dark, not sure of the direction of my apartment I see the local homeless living in bottles and cigarette cartons. Living on the fringes of society Straight faced, bus money's needed? Now they lie to me Fishing out the quarters that I'm saving for my bus pass Drop it like a fishing lure, waiting for the bait to catch Pupils are black holes, ask 'em how their day has been. They're happy to have found the cardboard that they're layin' in Humble scum by society's standards But sometimes I wonder if any of 'em have found the answer I break the banter, turn and meet the wind with laughter While I walk into the sunrise, swallowing my cancer I don't care where I'm walking I know you care, even though it's not your problem So let's sit and talk and mark my sighs with chalk and you'll be crying while you kiss me through my death mask … While you kiss me through my death mask … While you kiss me through my death mask … While you kiss me through my death mask … Keep my flag at half mast
3.
Reality held in its own mobius, oldest man sits atop a mountain Painting the landscape in firm colors The earth dissolves around him Only maps are left, what once is gone, no more surrounding Resounding shout let out of the mouth World stops its precession As he floats, on his way to nirvana the mind's intractable Pondering the earthly deities All are transfinite God said you know can know me through reason Man just laughed a bit Knowing that without the mountain he's an out of work hypothesis The noise drains, white and pink assist his metamorphosis Space becomes magnetized, circularized and viscous He begins to realize that life is negativity and crisis A hormonal treatment to challenge the final absence Questioning fact and the apparatus of simulation Whether he's a deep thinker or a mental patient Once the sun finishes its own oscillation The old philosopher finds himself in the desert of the real (chorus) It is the reflection of a profound reality it masks and denatures a profound reality it masks the absence of a profound reality it has no relation to any reality In the desert there is a man that stands Artificial in its own right but still called a man Photo-realistic, work of a mystic Calls himself "dream man" Dream stares, his father old and wise Electric sheep walk by dream man in the county side Founders are dead, long since abandoned life Metal man molded to be the perfect medium Dream speaks in cryptic binary universal language Explains the crash and symbolic wounds of the extension Man's endless excisions, incisions and scarifications The inevitable rising and Dream's coronation Old man breathed, anti-breath met and danced The hyper-real had become reality at last Simulacrum had spoken and walked into the sky Old man closed his eyes and humanity died (chorus) We are a reflection of a profound reality We mask and denature a profound reality We mask the absence of a profound reality We have no relation to any reality
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Long day, so I'm kickin' back and I grab my favorite coffee mug Sittin' down with a bottle of stars, pour myself a cup of the Milky Way Quarks and atoms, carbon and models, swirl it, let my galaxy breathe Big bang now in the morning, lights flash 'round like it's Christmas Eve After that first sip I set the cup down, it sank into the table top Wondering why the force broke pine, cup skewered out just like a shish-kebab Luminous electromagnetic and gravitational forces began to form the ceramic into a black hole Everything inside my apartment including dishes and garbage began to slide across the floor like I lost control vision turns to redshift, wavelengths increase distance as I'm pulled into the blackness My extremities become rivers of noise as I cascade galactic everglades Fingertips touch the top of the visible spectrum, all hate leaves, there is no violence only violet. There is no silence, only diamonds, push-pinned into into a black canvas Lost all thoughts and all my balance dropped my face like a filthy habit Deoxyribonucleic acid began to pour out Spall erupts as the radiation of a thousand stars enter my body Or what's left of it, I no longer have skin, I got quantum foam Unlike my thoughts, they're so small that they're never shown This space has no walls but I feel at home, lights flash beside my ethereal eyelids I think I'm god, but looking back, I see Osiris I see slaves building and killing and Constantine and the willing the Renaissance and the filling of every womb on the planet at once like I must have planned it. I see the trees that are planted Grandiose technology mixed with classical mythology Kids playing games in a hotel lobby, kids grow up and lay down in the bedrock and then it stopped. Open up your eyes and let the old one die (x4) My spine splits like string cheese being eaten and I cease to breathe Tenderly released from bodily prisons and ignite in firestorms of light and steam Stars whirl and never stay in the same place, arms curl and pretty soon they're erased leaving nothing but the soul in deep space, twenty- thousand years and everything's a clean slate I reach the end of the line, destroy the concept of time look down and to my surprise, my arm is dark matter I begin to realize that I'm no longer alive And time flies past my eyes like I'm stuck in a turbine 10,000 lives and each one's as spontaneous as the last I'm at the restaurant at the end of the universe with one sip left in my glass The waiters compress into the bottles of space wine, I smell burnt steak, iron metal, and aged pine Who knew I'd see math at the big crunch while I wine and dine? My body divides into a line and two circles, and I'm tasting purple I jump through a portal, conceptually immortal The dinosaurs dance as I run through the hour circle Buildings pop horizons like hair through epidermis And enormous heat from cores blast me like a gas furnace My skin folds over my lips and eyes, atoms start shifting and I sit back inside my kitchen into my current life Same clothes, same hair, same coffee cup that's empty Only thing that's different is Orion's Belt that's been burned on me I traveled the universe and gathered information and a presence omni only thing I have to prove it are three freckles that space has kissed on me I won't know what tomorrow will bring, but I do know how the past will seem in line for the inside dream, wait until the fat lady sings There's no need to go to bed with one sip left in my cup I'll lean back in my chair and let my galaxy erupt
6.
The nighttime falls and it's copacetic Stuck in my head, but I don't regret it Keep it silent like I'm dodging credit Checkin' news sites to where the threat is Bombers in the streets, wonder where the next is Guantanamo, cuttin' neck to neck is Bowl full of blood that I drink for breakfast Emaciated vampire representative Tellin' me to watch TV, drink a sedative Take a nap on the sediment for the hell of it Listen to the preacher cause he's accredited? Hiding all the truth behind a diamond necklace Paid to tell me just what the threat is Condone the sentence, none affected The figure head issues the order, they'll take away our phones and we'll communicate through Smoke signals... (x8) Devil on the shoulder, eyelids fading Want the world to change, but we're dying waiting They tell us to go about our daily dating, build the population, necessary mating 9-5, clock in and clock out While they rob us blind with our pockets out So let's instigate the new world order we'll take away their homes, and they'll communicate through Smoke signals... (x8)
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8.
Silence, silence, silence, I can't stand the Silence, silence, silence, can't sleep with the Silence, silence, silence Silence... Shhhhhhhh. My bedroom ain't a homestead, it's a prison cell Chalked lines counting times and memories of where I dwelled It's funny how silence seems to be the loudest, attention kept Left to the electronics and kept bound to the mattress All these thoughts scream among me, do my best not to listen So I stay a slave to Netflix, electronics and messages That red notification trips dopamine receptors While sound pours out the broken speakers. I can hear the rain snake down the window pane exterior, and it reminds me that I'm still here (I'm still here) Most of the time I'm kept perpetually distracted And kept captive by things that we don't need but find attractive And as the world turns, I find myself swaying with it Staying vigilant, but not aware of my place in it Heart of a cynic, mind of a solider that ancestors blessed me with Chanting cadences while I walk a mile outside my limits with the Silence, silence, silence, I can't stand the Silence, silence, silence, can't sleep with the Silence, silence, silence Silence... Shhhhhhhh. I got a date with Makers Mark, he's looking chilled and dressed We hang out til happiness bursts out of my chest Introspective, take inventory of all I'm left with On a night like this, I should expect nothing less Lights flashing, communication at a stand still Knowing I'd be fine if I talked, but I am weak-willed I'm like, "defeat, killed," stilled time unwinds on a fine line between me and Elysium - he's gone, but I ain't missin' him Sometimes I think my name and "lie to myself" are synonyms So I spit out my honesty on the mic like spoons of cinnamon I can hear the blood course through my skin, finger the deadbolt while the world whispers "let me in, let me in" Rivers of white noise drown out my mind and that's how I like it I can't fall asleep without my thoughts divided so I sit on my porch and let the ghosts drive by and relax with my sweet city lullaby like Silence, silence, silence, I can't stand the Silence, silence, silence, can't sleep with the Silence, silence, silence Silence... Shhhhhhhh.
9.
Crash 03:44
Can you really feel normal under moonlight? Shiftin' all of the blame like it was you, right? You really think this sweater is on too tight? Disregard opinions like "yeah right" Top down, rolling Michelins in Dallas Taking shots in the front seat, star light beating down heavy in the Chevy toppin' 80 on the highway like arguing was nothing but practice I'll admit I was willingly captive The way you snared me in I coulda sworn it was magic Performing ceremonies on an alchemy mattress Burning down the bedroom like our teeth were a matchbook And at last we know Right as we're passing by the grassy knoll , the way you did your hair I catch a flash as I looked up from the dash In the fog from all the hash, eyes are blinded from the ash, see you lookin' like Jackie O... mixed blood mochaccino with the mean flow, sittin' sideways saying "where did our dream go?" Can you really feel normal under moonlight? Shiftin' all of the blame like it was you, right? You really think this sweater is on too tight? Disregard opinions like "yeah right" Keep the car rollin' to the redline Never-mind however the dead die Strapped with a little bitty nap- kin of vinyl and the fabric is ripping like a neck tie Think we might have rolled past the deadline Don't want you to see me in the headlines Wrapped in a little bitty trap made of medal, made of plastic and buried with a bad lie I didn't mean to crash... Can you really feel normal under moonlight? Shiftin' all of the blame like it was you, right? You really think this sweater is on too tight? Disregard opinions like "yeah right"
10.
There must be a Big Bang at the bottom of this bottle To be gunning for the finish line so hard Taking so many shots you'd think I was at a gun range .44 magnum opus written in trails of Balvenie But entropy isn't what it used to be Emily Dickinson self destruct like my life's a movie Specifically the scene when the drunk fuck's like "enough!" and thrusts his hand up towards the sky, but I... have no energy left inside this palm Vietnam vet, wet behind the breath but staying calm Another attempt to circumvent life's process by Strapping wings on but they won't stay on We all wanna be on it but I'm just trynna define it (and I'm) in A pool of liquor that's solitary confinement (cause I'm) Crawling on the surface of moons when I try to fly Inching higher and higher like man when he's asking (why?) The heavens open up And we all fall down (Whiskey Icarus!) The heavens open up And we all fall down (x2) The bottle's gonna be the closest thing we get to a womb Scarcely savage, scary madness, sleepin' self like weavin' magic Flying on my Delta waves, paying for all my baggage Found my life in a junk drawer that I can't organize Maybe if I leave it there I'll end up so immortalized Drinking liquor with a touch of cyanide Staring sobriety in his face with his cyan eyes Caught inside a battle of Babylonian "ride or die" I'd better finish off this bottle so I have room to climb inside The heavens open up And we all fall down (Whiskey Icarus!) The heavens open up And we all fall down (x2) Sharp pains settle themselves inside the membrane Waking up to pitched down speech like Don Lafontaine Water bed titling like an oceanic panic Paying dues inside the center-fugue (x2) Disregard my body while I'm playing dice with kidney stones Breaking up the party cause I'm settin' all my whisky bones Maybe shoulda stayed at home, patiently go play alone, pay atone Mints are gone (breath's breaking health code) Situation's copacetic (it's so synthetic) I slipped and cut myself on your shoulder blades Cleaning off my face with a bit of human conditioner Pleading with myself (nah, it's not cause you're missin' her) The heavens open up (x3) And we all fall down
11.
Kev's Dead 04:39
I'm this close to death, and I can't even see straight Asked the angel for a refund but only got a rebate Reincarnation is the replay, not about the he-say, she-say I'm writing with no delay, I'm crafting with my man Leae He's seeing what the beat say. Say, what the hell does Kev Say? Rappin' in the red tape - not open for debate See I don't fuck with meat tapes. I just write the real shit Open up my brain to find the worms inside the skull crate Don't know who I am yet, flying on the Lamb's Bread Smoke envelopes cockpit, hope that I don't crash yet Bourbon bottle falling out my palm like grip is damaged Running from my past like heart's pumping battery acid Raven on my shoulder like music's my only madness and it's staring at me, following movement like it's a habit and damn it, when it comes to my past I can only cram it down my throat while I confuse epitaphs for ballads If at first you don't succeed, try try again Step up to this life, and die again Stealin' lines 'cause it's already said better than I can Hopin' to find salvation with a mic in hand, it's like Death is only the beginning Kev's dead, baby (x3) Life's only fair if you don't exist Kev's dead, baby (x3) (x2) Escaped from the D and I dropped the -en Call me Kev, short-hand is a means to an end Tried to make amends but the text never sent Stopped Worrying and Loved the Circle but I'm still on edge Sleeping on razor blades, crashing up through the skylight Playing clubs while I'm secretly hating the night life My blood is more Mai Tai than it's ever been in my life I don't breathe air, I breathe smoke and don't exercise 86'd myself cause my inner child was lifeless Held a funeral for past self, went way past self-righteous Always told myself, "this grave'll be my dynasty" Finally find inside of me, dying to feel the primacy Fire ignite the light in me, siren to sign the rivalry I never thought I'd bury the little one that's inside of me I'm gettin' trapped in the page that I'm buried beneath So I guess it's time to say goodbye to me If at first you don't succeed, try try again Step up to this life, and die again Stealin' lines 'cause it's already said better than I can Hopin' to find salvation with a mic in hand, it's like Death is only the beginning Kev's dead, baby (x3) Life's only fair if you don't exist Kev's dead, baby (x3) (x2) ..... Be honest with me doctor, give it to me straight Do I need to sign the page, do not resuscitate? It's like I woke up after a nap in the Lazarus Pit As I fathom and sit, wrapped in the static that I emit I am sadly equipped to withstand the sand that is spit From the maw of my own reflection, now I'm drowning in shit Fisticuffs with my former self, nursing a fat lip And a time out just doesn't work anymore, it's like I'm on the fence, but I can't help but get offensive Learned the hard way that bad intentions lead to tough lessons Giving a kiss to fate's smoldering lips Even the silver tongued demon has his Freudian slips, surviving Mention to mention like life's hardly a bitch, taking shots of absinthe, I crash the party and dip I don't need a map, willingly get lost in the mix So I'll swim in the River Styx until it's time to quit You are cordially invited to the death of Keven White I'll hang myself on stage and it'll be the best act of the night (x2) Death is only the beginning Kev's dead, baby (x3) Life's only fair if you don't exist Kev's dead, baby (x3) (x2)
12.
(Kev Sez) Skyline pops midnight, side sittin' a bus ride Ticket paid, hard intent, scanning for a welcome hand, I got Long arms but no reach, I can't find the current, drowning in the spiral, wondering if it was worth it, thinking back to the souls that I had left behind, set aside Can't tell if I'm making progress or ridin' to die Ballad of the almost family man, set in sea tones I hadn't spoken lovely since the last time I had been clothed In folds of violet, soul becoming violent, had to leave it all behind, silent behind the eyelids Sedatives, backstroking through the memories Fingering the pill container, black bird and mammaries No chance at funerals, I smoke another coffin nail Wrapping in black, back turned to effigies we set sail, but pain is perception, past intentions sweat out So I'll keep walking the path I found myself on when I set out This is the first attempt at a second chance I never thought I'd get (x4) (Kristoff Krane) At seventeen I started spinning Out of control, then lost connection with the inner vision The vision within so vivid back when we were kids Until we were convinced that being different was some sort of sin Wanted so bad to fit in, desire to be a cool kid Environment was conducive to hierarchy, the influence Of others I believed to be higher than me made me do it I'm tired and trying to sleep, wide awake, dying, thinking that if in their Eyes they could see me for exactly who I was I wouldn't have to try to hard to be somebody they could love But to appreciate a scar you've got to learn to feel the cut Remember that you're made of stars and all it takes it looking up, but It wasn't enough to heal 'cause I guess I needed Four and a half months away from family and friends to find true meaning I've always had all the love and support I ever needed Not being able to see them finally helped me see it This is the first attempt at a second chance I always knew I'd get Now that I got it I'm gonna do something positive Honest remaining modest, I promise to learn and live This is the first attempt at a second chance I always knew I'd get but here I am, understanding the spiral's concurrent with movement and a lifestyle conducive to progress if you induce it Once you find the map then I don't think you'll ever lose it This is the first attempt at a second chance I always knew I'd get There's no regret, for with each step I understand that I am blessed The air is fresh, the world is new like I just got pushed out the womb Larva bloom from dark cocoon, the butterfly, the sky is blue This is the first attempt at a second chance I knew I'd always get (x3) Now that we got it we gonna do something positive Honest remaining modest, we promise to learn and live
13.
Life check, one two, one two (x4) In the beginning there was me, eyes barely open They say that life's a stage, the doctor handed the program Screams were the soundtrack, sans piano like "no, Sam" Chocolate midwife held me, humming a slow jam (huh) I think that's why babies are born with soul, man Gift from a mother and father twixt the son and the daughter Fixed by cells that are martyred (martyred) Riding fluorescent coat tails outta the hospital, while my brother sung, sister's feeling grateful for the life that's right beside her Even if she doesn't understand Even if she doesn't understand Damn. Life check, one two one two (x3) Life…. check it out, it's like Hah, y'all thought I was about to go off, right? Hahaha, nope. It's like this, it's like that (x6) Check it out, forreal. In the beginning there was heat, nothing resembled emotion A vast cosmic ocean of primordial soup Dipping a quill in black ink to finish the blueprint Lighthouse perched atop God's working table 2 weeks spent tweaking the moonlight so it was just right Created coffee beans just so she could stay awake at night Time to pour another one (cup flowth over) Deadline is racing (confidence is lowered) Pre-history architect with seven billion mouths to feed Boss is worried, hurriedly popping all of the mountain seeds Writin' by halo light (these things ain't tippin' right) Moving around so much you'd think (God was a Gypsy) Black hole eyes scanning, all attention demanded Plot code flowin' outta her fingers like David Mamet Runnin' out of time with an approaching finish line Until she dropped a hand grenade and started the Big Bang This island's just one big mess You can call me a nihilist, but I'm pretty sure God settled for us (x4) In the middle there was she, eyes drooping from exhaustion #2 yellow, throwin' pillows at the problem Another batch of homework, gotta run home first See, little girl was taught that life was an obstacle course Runnin' from A to B and one day she'll finally make it Diploma, aroma of success to be the best yet Bed rest is meant for those who don't know when to stop Running the plot, tendin' the crops, knows that she's grindin' hard on the block Tell her to stop, no she will not, designing her own funeral plot Little does she know she's reaching the end of Act 2 Will she lose? "Lost" is an unapplicable concept A construct, she's washed up, no longer the tall one No life gangster, she's living in false hoods Pocket full of paper but soul's drowning in all "shoulds" Shoulda, woulda coulda Willy Wonka eat the Budda With the ruler, measure what's left of life before she's gone like This is the life check (x3) One two, one two, what is this? (x4) Death ain't all that bad, nah, death ain't all that bad (x4) In the end I felt calm, coffin warm and inviting Mirror reflection of lost intentions are within sighting Done fighting, no longer crying, it's so exciting Lighting the fire, finally find the mighty Poseidon Flying, might I ask to Zeus to borrow some lightening Sighting the flyer nightly, sign me brightly a Titan They dropped me underground, blindly hugging a mic stand Alone, silently rapping, silently rapping like Life check, one two, one two (x3) Life check, one two, what is this….

credits

released April 1, 2014

This album is dedicated to Raven. May your wings blanket the sky, and your song reach all corners of the earth.

Producer credits:

1. Jupiter (prod. leae)
2. Thoughts of a Closet Existential Nihilist (prod. Buffalo Black)
3. Desert of the Real (prod. leae)
4. Enter, the Intro
5. Enter the Void (prod. leae) // additional vocals by Brady Moen
6. Smoke Signals (prod. Moodie Black)
7. Drowning in a River of White Noise (Interlude) (prod. Kev Sez)
8. The Silence I Keep Away (prod. Buffalo Black)
9. Crash (prod. Eric Dingus)
10. Whiskey Icarus (prod. ICETEP)
11. Kev's Dead (prod. ICETEP)
12. First Attempt at a Second Chance (ft. Kristoff Krane) (prod. leae)
13. Life Check (One Two, One Two) (prod. Sixo)

Just to clarify, leae is pronounced "lay," as in to lay down. Dig it.

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"Enter, the Intro" audio courtesy of 93.9 Dublin South FM's Hip Hop Stop with Conor Brannelly. Used with permission.
O Mio Babbino Caro vocal sample on "Enter the Void" courtesy of Kristen Lucas. Used with permission.

DJ cuts on "Whiskey Icarus" provided by Nimo the Hooligan (Slipmats).

Recorded, mixed and engineered by Brady Moen at The Hideaway Studios, Minneapolis MN
Additional mixing and engineering by leae
Mastered by Huntley Miller at HM Mastering, Minneapolis MN
Additional mastering by leae

Lyrics written and performed by Keven White (ASCAP).
"Kev's Dead" lyrics written by Keven White and Jenna Jasper.
"First Attempt" lyrics written and performed by Keven White and Christopher M Keller (ASCAP).

Executive produced by Keven White.
Art direction by Keven White.
Design by Pat Jensen.

© Keven Michael White 2014. All Rights Reserved.
Kev Sez Publishing.

Thank you to everyone who continues to support me.

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