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The Meaning of a Break

by Just Muz

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Introduction 02:24
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I'm calling up my mother like you'd never guess what happened I made it to the prime time tele for my rapping had the hunger in my belly that developed into snacking I can pay her back at last for every lunch that she was packing snap, camera's are flashing in the back, in the green room with pamela, we're chatting bout my raps she was like who are you, I told her I was Christian, like that's my name I'm not referring to religion as a kid I never prayed of getting any type of fame now I see the inside, it reminds me of a game got an message from the Ellen show, I was like well hello they told me that if Oprah called, then I should go and let them know WTF, I'm in the trouble with press, when they call me on a Friday and I'm a drunken mess, like can you repeat the questions, we were at the bar cos my mates need refreshments, you get one shot when it comes to the career when you hit that, it turns to tequilas and cheers like one for Hickling, another one for Hudson he leant me the fashion for the ITV Production how mightily I function with microphone for clutching aint it something I got some flow And they say I got some flow and they say I got some flow Girls from my school days are popping out the wood work, flirted in design class, forgot about the wood work, they were never keen though, time has turned the table so be careful who you write off in the future, that's a fable I am able to remember rhyming in an empty building Now I switched it up and hit like 37 million children saying their teacher can rap but its more like their rapper can teach Preach The circus of the media impersonating jesters I was 5000-1 like Leicester, it's best to check and do some research I came straight from the conference, made you reverse this aint knee jerk this is team work this is how it looks when you put your dream first so if I die before I wake, and nobody knows just say I did it all for my bro's They say I got some flow (sample) Quicken the pace and give you a taste of lyrics in haste, truly ripping the beats, ridiculous speed delivered indeed, smoothly showing on time flowing a rhyme, blowing your mind, sue me if you are late, to what I can make will you relate, to me sicker than most, I live up to boasts and spit what I know, cooly, breaking the rules, escaping the school and playing to you, nightly brightly in the sky, my stars are starting to shine here's a lesson in the art of a rhyme, they say I got some flow 50 cent just admitted he's a fan, can you blame me for feeling like the man, It's 2016, get likes or die trying hate it or love it, I probably die writing I can't buy diamonds, i'd rather that my kids shine and rap like GP's queues, give you sick lines No time for window shopping gotta see students, more class for my low grades, there my G-Units I'm foolish trying to mess around with celebrity fake is something I could never be, so offer me the deal and do I bite like suarez, or do I stay true to my team like Mahrez and Jamie, so even though the radio play me I aint selling out no how matter how much you pay me This aint bake off, I aint got the dough but, hey, they say I got some flow
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another saturday rolling round got something with you, you can roll it now I slowly wrote this down in my mate's lounge 6pm sun shining straight down our playground is city-wide, we'll catch the Viccy line to Brixton the beat weighs a brick's ton all up in your system our wisdom getting swapped over Kronenbourg's it's all footie and the girls like we know the world and it's ours, early twenties and we face no scars I didn't really have Mufasa, when I'm looking at the stars, but got the pride of ten simba's still running through my heart play the part, I mean whichever one is cast for me I used wanna get signed, but you only signed my cast for me If I broke my bones, I was nine years old, when I wrote some poems, it wrote the path for me the beats play, and the world turns and the joint burns, and we all talk then it replays, and we re-blaze sharing out some small thoughts We used to hit the beach and spend our money on some board shorts when it was always sunny in our home sweet as honey in the comb, getting buzzed of a few beers seems like lightyears ago, but it was only just a few years here we are reminiscing in a messy living room dying to be free as were as those in kids in june another sunday is rolling round got something with you, you can roll it now I slowly wrote this down in my own lounge 8am sun shining straight down my playground aint rolling hills we'll catch the overground to London fields sitting in the shade, like 300 when under shields welcome to the kingdom, Britain in a word the worst lie we tell ourselves is we know the world (we don't know the world)
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Contact High 02:40
Might sit back put a record on, Celia said play the Kendrick one, we both met in our 21's mad kid, good city, she looked pretty I was looking to be witty in a gritty old bar, video stars on the tele on the wall I played smooth like Pele on the ball, and of course I scored forward in time, the boy got grown couldn't find a category made my own any other rapper wanna take my throne? that's cool I was fine on the couch rhyme so loud, it could sell by the ounce this here is magic, I'm spelling it out quelling my doubt, while I tell you amounts of accounts that now dwell on my head like a crown settle right down, it's story time Christian got some glory time I was doing well before my prime that was 17, that was 19, that was 23 I had plenty shine, now where will I be by 29, (you tell me) (you tell me) Might sit back put a record on, Celia said play the Kendrick one, I picked out OD, overly dedicated chill right out like i'm overly medicated soberly elevated, flow when I meditate, No, I am never late to levitate a mind educated rhyme - what you expect I'm a teacher, I don't share my tracks, so stop with chats just trying to get a feature trying to be a neitschze we don't need to be deep or a preacher I'm happy with a pint and FIFA some mates get lean like Piza I was never really into reefer, all I need is a breather, either that or a microphone gimme that and i'm right at home zone right out Might sit back put a record on, Celia said play the Kendrick one, butterfly flutter in the gutter of my torso, I get nervous, she makes me more so can't read signals is this morse code? I don't know, penny for my thoughts I go broke, many metaphors I have wrote the beat don't stop and the world don't pause sharks in the club, the girls know jaws, the boys picked fights and they broke them laws the nights go by and I flow some more till the sun returns like prodigal are your drugs methodical? When that shit is your protocol, your port of call aint logical My lodger called said he was contact high asked me how it happened? by the time he heard one rhyme he said oh how dope is your rapping? Just another day that's breathing out inhaling the evening another tape for the odds out out I pray you getting even
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hickory dickory dock my wicked delivery hitting the spot, no, remember that thing I forgot slow it down, begin at the top My name is Christian, i'm a poet, bet a couple of you know me only if you're in my class, you'll be oh like that's Mr Foley what's he doing, with an SB TV, I confess he keeps eating up MC's knee deep in like ten beats each and every time I cleverly rhyme I bring you lava ready with lines, machete in mind, meaning it's sharper like Akala's that's the starter - now it's probably time we raise the bar a 'hove them other artists who all bubble up like Cava, saying they'll be spraying up a party causing martyrs but what goes around will come around, so everyone be calmer I got students who are influenced by everything they hear, and it spills onto the road, I know that fills me up with fear here in hackney, where some hack knees, and if that seems severe never underestimate the pressure of impressing peers now I peer, straight into the camera, with grammar to be breaking your parameters of what you thought a rapper does know what you're doing, I know what you're thinking i'm inking the rhythm and nobody blinking, they're telling me I wasn't meant to be spitting cos evidently I was definitely different yes you're right I aint living in the ends but in my 9 to 5 i'm in the middle of them working with prisoners who listen while they're sitting in the pen and teaching young offenders that they can begin again that's a story in reverse if you were following the thread What are you doing for the youth? No tomorrow will be blessed if they are chased by yesterday until its haunting all their steps like the ghosts in the stairwells that watch too many deaths it's a responsible address mixed with the monster in my chest even though you got exams, life is constantly a test and if a student passes, then I guess that I have failed and what's the use of learning bars to go revise em in a jail i'm trying till my sentences put life into your cells finding my quest like tribe or a disciple for the grail while I energise the cipher so decipher all I tell like i'm developing intelligent lettering made to benefit better than any veteran anyway I am relevant revelling in my element, devil mixed with the reverend, rebel up in your tenement selling you acapalla's and swelling your cerebellum and telling that you tenners are better spent on my records i'm tennyson when i'm penning, and fleming giving you medicine check it the references are hardly cool I know or so says every kid at school I know I replied then what should I be doing with my rhymes and they said its SB - you should probably do grime but seriously nah not's that not me and i'm sceptical of who can rap like me shutdown that show with a track like me bust out that flow with a mastery though I keep low-key everywhere that I go stay ahead of my foe, with a devil in toe there are chips on the phone you are never alone won't notice the bugs see except for mallone
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Corsica 02:33
It was Friday, we were heading Corsica not the island but the club until the morning comes, Me, Rory and Rashid in the Uber X they've had their turn with the aux, now who is next? I played Frank and we drove by the Thames Another weekend on road with your friends those two looking for some endless blondes those channel orange girls with their make up on fast forward and it's six and i'm slumped on the sofa green room covered in debris but it aint over time speeding up or its skipping or getting slower and a girl's talking to me about God but I don't know her Christ, what's occurring with my vision? Like Michael Phelps, it is record breaking swimming We dive into these nights, not worried bout how we can drown in this life It all blends in a mash up I splash out as I'm getting my cash up ripping up all the beats that is what I can't pass up use to burn CD's like Snoops burns hash up Gnasher, might as well be with me, I'm a menace Pour so many drinks turned the East End to Venice Spill my feelings to my girl in a mispelt text, she'll think I'm just trying to get more sex well yes, on occasion I am very one dimensional I cause tension but no its not intentional I write prose but it's not so professional and the cons are its overly confessional expressing all your thoughts can potentially go wrong when you come home and she's like what is that song? was the first part alluding to drugs? You said you were staying in and your rapping about a club I do not know where this ride is going to 1 billion words is all I have to show for you sometimes I just want to forget everything that's awkward cos I still call you my everything
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'll be 25 in 25 weeks, only seems like yesterday we're getting ID' 17 trying to get into a club with our old girlfriends who we said that we loved heavens above, I was rapping over records I dug checking if a label ever would be checking for Muz there weren't no check in the post, there weren't no sold out shows just a couple mates, couple beers, honing our flows my mum caught the holy ghost her son found spirits getting drunk in the party partly working on lyrics still uncertain of limits find me passed out like flyers was I skilled? Yes I was, but then again I guess i'm biased Tyres burning as we rolled around in old cars when my sis got her license it licensed us to go far phone bars running out of signal in the section comparable to them I was getting a bad reception no one believed I would be here no one believed I would do this no one one believed I would be cheered but I believed and my belief'll get me through this (chorus) I'll be 25 in 25 weeks, only seems like yesterday we're getting ID' 17 trying to get into a club with our old girlfriends who we said that we loved right before I woke up I was having a dream that we were back in those days like they were magical scenes when you're a teen you never have to worry bout being grown only bill I had to pay was for my credit on phones 07797 no my number aint changed and the people who are calling more or less are the same that's how it goes when you grow you can still keep it grounded even as you evolved reporters interviewing me like how did you start? guess it all stems from being proud of my art I made an album bout the outcome of our jumpers in parks I pitched for your hearts, so no it wasn't jumping on charts but it was bumping in cars, blast it from your speaker its the rapper and the teacher student with the masters wrote rap hooks in his maths books somewhere along the way it all started adding up right before I choke up lets bring it back to the now, feeling lost like the remote that's down the back of my couch channel my passion when I'm rapping about just another day, up in my flat in the south of the river, I deliver like DPD over suite symphonies and some beat CD's still uncertain of limits, see my name on the flyers got my head in the clouds and i'll be taking it higher I'll be 25 in 25 weeks, only seems like yesterday we're getting ID' 17 trying to get into a club with our old girlfriends right before we broke up
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Infinite 02:55
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Ash's Break 01:05
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Eleven 03:58
It's the tory hating, story maker, aka the glory chaser we never had the dough, like I'm the poorest baker making paper independent no its nothing major though in general I generate a buzz like a pager need my name to ring a bell, like stringer bell I aint a royal male, but I deliver well hitting up so many bars, it's damaging my liver cells can't afford the fizz cos my business is pretty frail still you show me interest more than my Natwest, I'm happy that I invest time with you, and its valuable like rolex even though you keep on asking if I will be pro yet, tell my mum don't fret i'm in the media she says it don't count its only wikipedia I'm the same as always just a little greedier and my girlfriends got a little needier (chorus) Eleven, i'm super natural whenever truly actually a rebel, do the math and see me revel Aint no stranger thing then all rap shit And how I appeared on the scene like magic I tell it like most of you never have heard scheming with dreaming that's never deferred the voice of a boy that was never preferred with devilish wit and some heavenly words I put em together like blessing and church when I was young I was definitely hurt now that i'm older I reckon i'm cursed every girl I was wrecking it first hitting bars, that were as infinite as Chips are saying I was lead role, made them all a bit part Graduated as animated as Pixar I was going deep back when Nemo couldn't swim far I rip the microphone apart like it's offended me my tendency for doing so,- is due to my dependency on rap beats, and that means, this is my identity killer of the melody, really I am the remedy, to any rapper telling me, how ill that they are skilled with the bar, like a lawyer or mixologist toying with your colleges, the knowledge is wild like imagination running through the brain of a child I'm Picasso with the sketchbook, or call me future cos i'm next up hear me once and get your neck stuck in permanent state of nodding, affirmative that i'm rocking the verses and i'll be jotting, till nurses are calling doctors and doctors are calling time, I give you magic but the muggles call it rhyme I give you graphic like i'm working in design and if your listening on apple I know its tempting to bite they say your friends might be snakes and if mine are adders, they'll be plus an L and i'll be using em for ladders, the rap game is jewellery and status constant competition of whose musically the baddest, baddest meaning the best rappers needing a rest and i'm referring to breaks, I aint referring to jakes better cop this terra firma to space, (chorus) Eleven, i'm super natural whenever truly actually a rebel, do the math and see me revel Aint no stranger thing then all rap shit And how I appeared on the scene like magic it's the glory hating, story maker, aka the poor debater call me Mr White I am a pure creator find me in the kitchen with a torn up apron cooking up this album for a calling nation and yeah it would be nice if I was getting paid imagine all the champagne we'd be getting sprayed rappers get exploited for their airtime either way their way getting played
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Walls 03:28
long weekend and I haven't been home when I found time to be actually alone, I thought about the man that I have grown into looking in the mirror like 'oh its you' hard to recognise truth on my tongue, they say is what we do when we're young in the corner of the rave and the vision getting blurred and the sun's coming up and there's so many girls but mine aint here and I wish she was if she was, hoping I wouldn't piss her off for my feet aren't steady and my mouth won't work slumped on the couch running out of my words everybody in here looking out of this world spacy, I don't mean kevin we need to talk about how we find heaven temporary seven hours at a time then we're beckoned back to the floor, back to it all I regularly feel that my back's to the wall but so are most of works of art, (x2) I make works of heart, I make work so hard, from the night before and i'm now tired and all, but i'm still quite sure that my rhymes are raw trying to capture the beauty in lines for your pleasure and I measure myself by the task the unknown poet who fell through the cracks did tracks about jumpers set on the grass and always sings about a memory passed and always sings of a memory passed (chorus) back to the floor, back to it all I always feel that my back's to the wall Like Pink Floyd i'm collapsing the wall shop till you drop and collapse in the mall that's what they want but the money won't make me my flat run down there are cracks in the wall kids getting high, getting gassed in the hall and the rents still high I can barely afford but the dreams so loud I can barely record (x3) time rolling now mind on autopilot carving canyons in the clouds I capture raps within my crown but this aint trap it aint that sound it's the track beneath the city run in caverns underground Now 2.17 blurred montages words in the margin rum in the glass and there's worse if your asking i aint telling, what are you buying are you selling - I am curious anything to be curing this furious temper running pure in us in who do we surely trust? unsure from the dawn to dusk Why do I feel like your losing heart? Hear me singing the blues, that's the bruising part, Hear me singing to you, we could do with sparks, Even if it burns, we'll be closer through the scars, Throwing wishes at the stars, Mostly, they throw em back, we're sitting at the bar, Arguing for so long, there's tickets on the car, I guess I took it far, You're looking at me saying I just don't know who you are That's two of us, Getting truly buzzed of cupids drugs Scared of a comedown, that comes round pursuing love, Hope its all still cool with us. No icy temperatures, not quite adventurous To hope you just might just mention us, In future tenses, I'm too relentless getting through defences The mood is pensive, don't launch a new offensive Sitting on the fences, Depends on how the bottle spins, drama for the oscar win Forgot some things along the way, I hope to remember, this was just a lonely November, No more than that, I was your supporting act, There, if you were falling back, Can't talk too well, so I'll record a track
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home sweet home back then was LC Kano in the hoodie was the LP I used to listen to as my mother would tell me Mind my p's & q's, a man is made of his manners I wasn't made in the manor but had no maids and a manor she was working double shifts just to raise up me and hannah she would buy us double gifts and we were only praising santa can I, flow until I stammer and i'm old enough for stanners on the bannister, bragging that i'm a lanister, meaning my debts paid meaning my cheques came, not meaning chess games dreaming of them days, when chance would have it I would make my tapes in 10 days, writing till I hit the wall like poorly taken set plays none of us are balling like Beckham I've taught kids who were ballers on the corners of Peckham and they could score in a second but they were the caught in the netting of a hard game that called for always sporting a weapon I reckon that the pen is mightier than Rambos dreamed of owning monopolies, everybody has bro so make the microphone your property, and pass go careful how you gamble though for that'll have a lad broke I'm a book maker betting on next thriller even the beats quiet, waiting for the next killer line that I will whisper like its secret read it from my lips I do insist that you don't speak it but if you must tell the right ears freestyler of the year, and i'm standing right here every night i'm ready to write, whatever the weather forever together with every mic that I find endeavour to sever your life line remember the remedy mentally definitely heavenly melodies light minds and mine's like nine einsteins times by nine times that's 81 reasons to be clocking it's all relative I inherited never stopping even when i'm dead and gone i'm pencilling my leaden coffin coughing, um-hum, cos it's too ill morpheus I should have taken the blue pill cos the world that we're living in is feeling too real so everybody's tripping like your girl in new heels I blew deals for true skills, yeah I been on Oprah yeah I rapped to millions from TV sofas yeah I had some co-signs from real east-coasters always had the drive, now i've got something to show for it but aint over, this is only the beginning Like Jamal on his first shoot focused on the winning mum we were broke, now I hope to see you grinning hickory dickory dock do you remember the bit at the top back when you thought that I wouldn't be hot now you are thinking you really were off cos i'm on, went from nursery rhyme to university rhyme, to universe in a verse and if you're searching online, looking for gold just keep this person to mind I aint rehearsed in a time, but I was spitting from the cradle you were doing tables, I was biblical with fables addictive like cane, but will kill if your able to remain as an unfaithful after I everything I gave you
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Hand me the mic, I'm left angry, while the rising politicians all stand to the right well, that escalated quickly they tell me to forget the taste of victory and i'm sickly pick me, i'm a pygmy in my city simply trying to make the big league indeed, I speak in deeds, check the last will and testament, in fact you could ask for Will for testaments, ain't nobody messing with my art, these are the freshest prints it's not the soundtrack to freshers drinks, packing too many degrees, can I turn down the heat? back in, the kitchen like its my turn to eat and I am done snacking, hand me the mic I used to rap inside the lunch hall dinner ladies use to love it, all the kids were unsure the same kids who try to spud me at festival say they love my metaphors, i'm like have we met before? I don't forget you all, the elephants in residence I mean the room, but soon I really need to mention it the fact that we're jealous of developments and many of the fellas want my feathers in propeller tips clip my wings until i'm falling out of relevance i'm telling these hecklers your soul won't fit in , like every other slipper Cinderella tried to get in strip it down to acapella I don't need a rhythm gifted I don't have to tell ya, tell ya it's a given even if I was an apple seller, I would make a killing for lyrically I bear fruit whenever i'm spitting looking at the world like its ripe for the picking hand me the mic, take a second take a breath we all need a break, I got mine when my tape impressed rob da bank from the world famous radio my mates called me like I heard you, aint it crazy bro only feels like days ago sitting in a label lobby nearly got a deal but then again the major dropped me oh well, at least they put me in the hotel gave me some expensive coffee told me I could flow well it's a hard knock life when there are no bells saying that's the fights finished, we're hardly prize winners I just write lyrics that you like em is coincidental hand me the mic and watch what I can do with instrumentals and it's mental how i'm going viral one freestyle and i'm watching it spiral Johnny hit me up on whatsapp and warned me bout my ego I told my mates that I was arrogant, they were like we know big fish in a small pond, the opposite of nemo flip the letters over and I read it as an omen still dreaming of the ocean, still dreaming that I could be beside it with my old friends, we tried to reunite in Liverpool just the other week except they were so fucked up that we couldn't speak we all deal with life in our various ways, but how do you celebrate by staring to space? hand me the mic, rhyme is of the essence I get scientific with it though I used to skive the lessons i'm sorry sir, but I'm more about the bars than cells, and I know a lot of teens spitting bars in cells, my conviction is comparable, yet unparalleled to any parable, I aint here to be Samaritan we all got troubles, I aint big enough to carry them until i've got it made with my very own marian I'm aiming for the straight and narrow, on point like the straightest arrow, its for kids who never went to Harrow mum's a nurse, father was a gardener my sister is a physic, and I'm a starving artist huh? Now who's got my back told my chiropractor it was only her in fact I'm fine with that Now for Kompyla, compiling tracks
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When I was I eight I broke my left arm, it hurt like a bitch playing footie in the cage we were trapped in as kids I never mastered the tricks But I broke new ground When I rapped on the mix I broke the trend of other artists in my area Broke into the gigs No ID Looking warier Broke a couple a fights up And started plenty more Broke into the world news When I was 24 At eighteen I had a broke heart Broke many in revenge Maybe I went too far I was very broke When my dad broke out That's emotion and our NatWest account Yeah there we go another Breakdown Men might change the wheel But we never stay round I can't break the cycle I will try break the lock Always in a fix What if I break it off? Best tell me break a leg My whole life is an act Can you try break apart All the lies and the facts? But I break into this tenner For some Heineken cans I will tell you at the end What it means cos it's vital I break into a freestyle like It's really nothing I break into the bars like their Cereal or something I broke my fast I was hungry for success I broke fast Cos I felt too way much stress This is not what it says it on the tin I got some flow But I don't break into grins
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I don't hang around with those aren't grounded trying to be edgy - its better if your rounded we were year 7, first base, playing rounders the same mates from those days still hang around us I ran home the other day and bumped into my neighbours they told me I got taller and they told me I was famous, the old lady next door just saw me in the papers I've always been escapist, since my first pair of vapours white with blue traces, tie my shoelaces, fast-forward to tours, now mics in suitcases putting rhymes through paces, I like these new places I realised the dream to write for you strangers but how do we get here? (x2) I don't really, really know I went from being 14 feeling really, really low never thought that if you loved me you would really, really go here we go, next scene, yeah it's really cheerio now I really, really flow, until the people nearly know that I started kind of green, now see me really really grow but i'm worried that i've gone too far, I didn't even buy my mum a birthday card, back in the day we didn't even have a working car but she always had the drive and she worked so hard so no matter if i'm my rhyming is a work of art it's no use, if its leading me to hurt her heart she don't hang around with those aren't grounded now I'm kind of edgy - forgetting to be rounded I was year 7, first base, playing rounders the same mates from those days still hang around us I ran home the other day and bumped into my neighbours they told me stay me the same, best be careful what i'm claiming
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Home had a well kept garden, my father built a wooden motorbike for me to swing on till darkness inscribed with the name Christian and the number 5, the age I was at the time - I knew little about the world I know a lot about dinosaurs, pterodactyls in the sky that soared Tyrannosaur with the tiny arms made up for it with a giant heart I wore out the tape of Jurassic Park covering my eyes at the raptor part from those days we all have to part they fade like stars in collapsing dark Chart, of my height on the doorway three feet tall, with a mic in the hallway when I say mic, I really mean a hairbrush just want to rhyme, never caring how my hair looks Look, I know sing this too much stuck like a record on the records I touch but, you'll sing too when you're grown miss those days at your home Home, can I call home, home? I still miss my home? (x2) 1.24 all of my dreams, I am on the run I am running from, where i'm coming from everything I want, fell into my palm fortune in my hand got me feeling so disarmed got the money in the bank, good woman on the arm but I don't know who to thank, so lucky that I'm charmed, yeah it's a blessing, imagine every audience you thought of you were getting fretting, how not to fall where i'm stepping slipping, that could have my whole world tipping kipping, no I go time nightly you're still sleeping on me then you always might be no worries, there ain't no hurry Don't know Christian you might know Muzzy, funny, we used to write raps in the home and it took me far, though I did it on my own Home, can I call home, home? I still miss my home (poem) 2.13 I knew little about the world, and when my father taught me it turned I thought of it turning like a books page onto more pictures, more stories, more dinosaurs, I didn't think that each time it spins, yesterday is extinct and you can't flip the pages back that's why I made this track I wonder if aunty will play this back Gil Scott said home's where the hatred's at that's true for some, so more fool them it's a rule of thumb, that who you call friends it can blend it can change but your family remain, no matter how strained shame, at the price of greed steal from your kin, when their lives in need really, our family is seeming like a dozen, it doesn't really matter I aint speaking to my cousin or my new step-sisters and new step-brothers me and Hannah Cindarella, with a wicked step-mother Other, fam probably meet up at Christmas if ours did they would be competing at discus plates all over the place, as time goes by know that everything breaks fate, you twisted the shape of our home like it was only paper and you a cyclone saw that old motorbike beside me blown both blowing in winds of time alone and I can't change that by rhyme alone it makes me really wanna pick up the phone it makes me really wanna pick up the phone it makes me really wanna pick up the phone Ask dad his address, and hows it going?
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"I'm calling up my mother like 'you'll never guess what happened'
I made it to the prime time Tele for my rapping"

The Meaning of a Break, Just Muz's (Christian Foley's) second album on Kompyla Records is a continuation of his story, one that we heard in all its jazzy detail on his acclaimed 2016 debut Jumpers for Goalposts.

This time around, it's not Christian's childhood in his lens, but his career, his chaotic crash into adulthood, the 25 year old having found himself drowning in his recently found publicity over the globe.

The Meaning of a Break, narrated by Christian's mother, the voice of reason, is the tale and the analysis of a big break. The tale of 50 Cent Co-signs ("Got Some Flow)", the Oprah appearances, the millions of views, the prime time tele; the tale of the toll this takes on Christian's relationships and his private life, caught between two worlds of being a nobody and a name.

Over a canvas of jazz, soul, Hip Hop and more - Christian reminds us that beyond the surface of success, there is someone out his depth.

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released May 29, 2017

Written & Recorded by Christian Foley on behalf of Kompyla Records

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