The Hues Brothers

by Muamin Collective



released May 15, 2018

Album recorded by David Kasper at Gravy Train Studio
Mixed by MuAmin Collective
Album art by James Quarles
All tracks written by MuAmin Collective
All tracks produced by aLive except where noted *

*Luvin U Produced by Geo

*I saw the Light co-produced by Eli Hanley & Josiah Quarles
David Kasper - Tenor Sax
Jacob Wynn - Trumpet
Eli Hanley - Piano, Synth Bass

*Show & Prove co-produced by Eli Hanley
additional lyrics and vocals by Prime Minister


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Track Name: Fake News
(Alternative facts. . . Fake News)

No one will care until foreign cars
Are stacked 2 and 3 high along boulevards
lines at gas stations are 500 yards
And uniformed men with machine guns stand guard
No one will care till their building Trumps wall
With GPS anklets or bracelets installed
court ordered private collection involved
and tripled the fines till they can’t pay at all
No one is there when they come to your door
Kick it in with a boot
Kill your children, what’s more. . .
Livin in fear till a drone drops a bomb
On your neighborhood school
As they sound the alarm
Beware the tap waters on fire
rivers and lakes are just fuel for the pyre
Blank stares with their lips are all cracking
stench of Methane fills the air from the fracking
Mountains are leveled for coal in their veins
and Saints all wear picket signs
“Not in Our Name”
No one will care till the movies come true
we’re all co-stars broadcast on youtube

Don’t believe in the lies
That you see with your eyes
They deceive and disguise
They reprieve and reprise

Numbers don’t lie, Damn if these fools do
Walk around a roomwith an elephant in the view
Til there a hole in they shoe. Fake news askew
Gotta take it back, like they scratching a cue
So rack em up
No bedside manner but they shackin up
Lack of credence revival dark water frackin up
Fortunate sums from fortunes that sprung
From Corporate lies spread with a fork in the tongue
I got the floor shakin, for whom the bell rung
Deserts drained of the oasis. The dirt done.
Sioux suicide escalate, They well hung
Foreign ties aside they like “Fuck you came from?!”
Daimyos and shoguns, Monsanto dust bowl
Gun to ya temple , your life is in escrow
Revert to that Levert, For the love of the dough
But say it be Mu, so we letting you know
So errbody crowd around the idiot box
And listen to the CNN, ABC, and The Fox
Or the faceboook, be the many faced God
Put two hearts on your face porn in the morn
From the cellular phone or the tele or the tablet
To lap dancers on ya laptop in ya lap jack
That be the alternative fact
To be free by the murder on the one sha-clack

Track Name: My Baby
Day-O it’s that day ol’ bigot
Two piece and a side with a biscuit misfits
Niggas wanna be down
But they can’t hash it up with the browns
Morning menu make you switch up the venue
Try to commandeer our heritage
With the hate that you inherited for your surrogates
Such arrogance, unmerited
Another brick in the wall
50 feet tall knucklehead
Gnarl your knuckles off
Or knock on wood
Cause it aint all good
Relatives live narratives
That be perilous
Like tactics used to counter terrorists
Should be the other way round
Til the gun shot sound
Hard to mourn for a uniform
They carrying and careless
With fingers on their heirless
Undertaker tailors
Make sure that they’re well dressed
What’s next?
Exodus, Marley, Garvey probably

I’m tryin to put this a way that you can understand
But they got other plans
I’m just a simple man
Trying to wrap his mind around the circumference of circumstance
Get a little piece of the pie
Double my radius
They want me squared up mind in confined areas
Input are various outcomes nefarious
Yeah, I remember. It’s written in my genome,
but swear Black folks got Stockholm syndrome
Been around the block, but I never been Home
Since they bulldozed the upper Room at Lomond and Lindholm
And you?
Got the spark, but no kindling
And no ending in sight
We just getting started
Mastered the art
Of martyrdom
But living’s the hardest part
The rest is an afterthought
Exit the terrordome
Catching bodies like
Asphalt arms and chalk hands
Reincarnated in hashtags
Need to change course
The Nile flows North
No remedy for what the vile pours forth
Lake Victoria, Mountain of the Moon
Sudanese pyramid steps, I never seen the Ruins
Institutions and delusions got my people in ruin
Uplift, take this gift from these brothers the Hues

We doin this cuz it’s deep to us Homes
The MuAmin Collective with these Hip-Hop poems
Spittin that goodness for my people that jones
We got that live shit, ayo! Bring it back home
Bring it back Home
Bring it back Home
Track Name: The Night
Night time
Everybody loves the night time
Just beer and weed and powers
No seeds up in my sours
Night time
Folks get down in the night time

Cast heat for the souls that the nights keep
Might creep on you by the trash heap
They got a reach on you
Don’t sleep on the streets cause they sleep on you
Hold ya throat. Nosferatu gotchu
Shadow hot box you
With lamp post posted emotionless
And it looks hopeless
I guess it’s what they used to
Smoke like a hookah
Got a ghost face that’ll spook ya
Hope I don’t lose ya
In the concrete rivers
Say the shit looks shallow, I know
But same shit’ll swallow you whole
Cause they wild for the night
Smile like a crooked Nile
Child for the night
Barrel peeping like a ground hog
Have you leaking for the night
People speaking to they deacon for the night
On they knees for the night
Ask god please for the night
Let me make it through
Or end up like Diallo Amadou
for the night


Stay on point like the top of the terminal tower
Hands up like a clock at the turn of the hour
Its midnight right?
Hollow bone take flight
You can loose your life as quick as Tamir Rice
This is a ghost town
No luck for you pac man
Or your Mrs. when her pixels come up missin
This is the Eerie, you’ll get throw out the moon door
No need for the brooms. . . aaah
Everybody’s got an angle
Kalidescope of horrors
Ahnk – Right, Bart Brite Auras
broads on blogs
hair hats in hats
while these niggas on tracks
laying traps on trap
mumble rap barely audible
optical illusion for the profitable
check the ratio
of booze, weed, bitches and fallacio
Thankful for my daily bread
Navigate through the talking heads and the walking dead
Then I’m off to bed
Old crow nested in a glass
Resting in my left hand
tap the ash
Track Name: Life Exp
Ain’t no tellin what the next night bring
That’s why I’m just trying to do the next right thing
Catching lighting in bottle with a kite on a string
Ben Frank with a key bringing light to the bling
Eyes on the flight of the thing
David took Goliath with a rock and a sling
Witness the rise of a king
See this reality in the guise of a dream.
It’s Hip to the Hop with a hyphen between
With the rhythm of a pendulum swing
Play it close, static cling
Posting on the status of things
No matter what the price of it seem
Ends unite with the means
Prometheus got this fire to bring

Comin to you live at your function
Zi &Co. gets this jumpin
Alive on the track
And he keep it bumpin
Smokin til my lungs combustin
Say sip on something "Don’t mind if I do"
If you are inclined then you have some too
This that shit that make dome pieces get sea sickness
Shoot the moon aiming for the bleachers
They shoot to kill aiming for our future
To repeat defeat
Tags on toes with no receipts
No CTrl Alt delete cowboys in the streets
Spaghetti mid-western Ill-tempered bots
So plug up the Aux, and let the Mu out ya box
Track Name: Exes
She asked me “Am I beautiful?”
Yes is what I told her
Though she did not believe me, so
Holding on to cold shoulders
Like a coat of arms
For ducks floating
With them lucky charms
Sing battle songs
That make a nigga buy the farm
Live stock thick
But good stock, sick
Of the same ol’ shit
Got crazy
Maybe a bit quick
Burning at both ends of the wick
And went astray
Both lighting our own way
And these words in the perfume
To assume that reassure you
Try to kiss away your blues
But you say it won’t do
Its just secondhand news
So crumble it up
Use it for cushion n in my shoes
And strut like king tut
When I’m waking out the tomb
Track Name: Show & Prove feat. Prime Minister
Microphone check
Metronome set
For the mechanized
Poetic paramedic
Methodized rhymes
Is copacetic
Don’t forget it
Be the funk that’ll fuel it
Be that death defying
Black Music
Say it be that death defying
Black music
Formidable force like Bantu
To remind you
The blessed son
Of a tin man
Joint hinged with binge drinking
Pen sinking
Low tide, them thinking
He out of his mind
Just be easy
Just looking for a speakeasy
To throw back and sleep easy
So intact with the throwback
And kick it
Like Wilson pickett
With a pic in the thicket
When I’m in it
That old school with that new cool
Paradox head knock
Besta know that
LMNTL be the sure shot
That old school with that new cool
Paradox head knock
Muamin baby
Be the sure shot
Track Name: Rare Air
Winning but they at a loss
Dicks in a jar
Reading vagina monologues
The state of which
Got everybody
Feelin like a bitch
Gotta pull a bait and switch
I write for samurai fish
That fight their own relfections
Black face and white washed
Parlor tricks, Hall of mirrors
Stones and sticks, Smash it up
Magilla gut
One of the Hues brothers
Be the bluer of the black
Every lines an autograph
For the game’s epitaph
Cats act like
Theres dead wings
At they back
Don’t know how to fly
Unless you catch a contact
I feel you
Even Otis Redding had dreams
Like Lou Alcindors
Before Kareem, Na’meen?

Want that golden parachute
villains of the corporate
House and the car all cash no mortgages
Morsel of a sorceress
Phat ass tighter than a corset is
Fishnets no porpuses
We be in rare air
Tryin to see my artist niggas get their fair share
Gotta score to settle
Stay solid like Metal Gear
But they don’t even care
Like there’s no there there
No matter the format
I got rhymes from the doormat
To the heavens above
And the gates that adorn that
There’s heaven right here
in the place you was born at
L Camp and the Mu
It’s truer than Rorschach
Back from the Future
And it’s Bluer and more Black
You can’t hold a stylist to what my style is
Black and hungry like Somalian pirates
Need that hazard pay like Liberian pilots
walkin that thin line between wise and violent
Track Name: Lovin U
Nothin like lovin U
Like feathers on a house cat
Needles in a haystack
On that

I hear the people talk
Whispering when you walk
Your love is hard to find
Darling I’m glad your mine
Just want to let you know
I’ll never let you go
I’m cool as I can be
Knowing you belong to me

You call me on the phone
Jimmy what’s going on
I jump into my ride quick
Cause I want you by my side
Now I can hardly wait
Til I get to your gate
Nothin can break our date cause
Baby you take the cake

Lovin U
You’re all there is and then some
Track Name: Strange
In the morning gotta hot box
Raise steaks full plated
Fittin with all the trimmins
Wipe out any brainwash
Clorox wit Oboes and Obnox
Petroleum for the elbows
And the blind spots
Justified like Tim Olyphant
Me and my confidants
Ruled em in for the schlock
Sherlock got
The Baskerville hounds
On lock jaw, the candor
Grown off can food
And hard floors
Replaced the peas
With the Rust-O
Break down the cardboard
And get more dollars
Than Creflo
And lick shots til the leads low
And if you down for revolution
Let me know

Vision too clear gotta blur it up
Pour some liquor in the cup then stir it up
Fill the philly with some kill then burn it up
Throw the wax on the slab then turn it up

Can’t get a living wage Don’t earn enough
So they cook it in the kitchen and they serve it up
Schools underfunded, kids don’t learn enough
So they riot in the streets and they burn em up

We be that authentic, raw vintage, palm printed,
Tamper proof, patent pending way it’s augmented
So Ironic, its iconic my phonics, fly sonnets, high sonics
Like Dilla said “up to the Red” peekin on it
Speakers bleeding out ground leakin on it
I’m done speakin on it.
up out the pulpit get the deacon on it
I’m back on my bullshit
Pour me a Hennessy. Fuck it triple me
We gone party like the rebel fighters did in Tripoli
So toast to the victory
New epiphanies and every sunrise sent to me
Fame it wasn’t meant for me
So in the interim I will forever live in infamy
Track Name: Black Satire
Z V.1
I’m not ignorant. More igneous
Organic volcanic serious spray
Remnants reside in the clay
These arts are artifacts of Mali and Kush
Now all the art attracts is Molly and Kush
Left a petrified forest after the burning bush
And where you think we headed for
Metamorphic metaphors for the moments orphans
Multiply their portions, Unify the quotients
Lose control of my emotions
I will ventilate the oceans
Desalinize, right?
A decolonized mind
Precipitate a culture that eviscerate the vultures
World B. Free! Eliminate the borders
Breakdown the system that disseminate the orders
Of this New World
Ink blot plot. Mr. robot stock
Throwback to way before that
This is Heaven right here
And a hell down below that
Old Joe got his flow back
Pro Black like ski masks and a lo jack
You know that nigga
my blood pumps Cherokee red
No reservations in my statement so you heard what I said
Aim for the head

(Hook) Slim
Up in C-Town my niggas putting it down
If you ain’t legitimate then you’ll be bitched with the sound
When the mic come around Keep your nose to the ground
Cuz they smell the blood in water stomach rumbling now
Want the green by the pound, the wealth spread it around
Ain’t no point to being king if you’ll we dead with the crown

A-Live V.2
To my niggas and my bitches and my hundred dollar billa’s
Who be frontin like they killas Just monkey turning gorilla
Rocking diamond chinchilla. Swaggin to see who illa
Don’t hate niggas is itchin. Waiting watchin like Malcolm
Shotties out in the kitchen. Blind with wide eyes
thinkin they on a mission. swearin they in tradition
OK, wait, I’m trippin. These niggas ain’t livin
These crackers is pimpin cause trappin’s a rappers vision
Snappin and hittin switches. Causing static wit chickens
Washing money like dishes. Fame is on some different shit
These niggas is infamous stunted out with some rented shit
In parenthesis cuz it don’t make a difference
Corporate is backing cooney shit
Ocean 11 Clooney shit
Taking the culture back from these vultures
Now tell me who the shit
Track Name: Roses
I think she loves my steeze
I know I make her freeze
Type of feeling make you fall back get on one knee
Like a warm day in May getting bubbly
You know when two become one and make seed
It was over once I seen her face
Wanted to touch her in a secret place
Ass tighter than a speaker face
On some CSI sshh!
Can’t leave a trace
But I had to leave the case open
Cause she like the chase
Or Chicanery
Not chattel, not cattle, just family
Just Buckle and bootstrap bravery
She’s a grown ass woman no slavery
And that body savory
And mind right. So when the times right
we gone rise like bakery
fuck fakery
we only make it from the soul
fuck a pole, you don’t gotta twerk momma
when your aura is gold
close your eyes for this ritual
do this here habitual
(ZI ) . . . woah
and you know we both woke
and ain’t a lone spoke on a wheel
that’s real as reel to reel
we keepin it raw like sushi and eel
even when we in the house
a nigga keepin it field
bout to hit a grand slam with that mass appeal
and drop that hot wax so we seal the deal

I think she really love
I think she loves me knot
It’s rose petals for that ass now make it hot
Thanks for giving cuz I’m loving what the getting got
And if you really down baby watch my blind spot

I think she really love me
But if she love me not
I’m a do like Snoop said and drop it like it’s hot
Find myself inside another kind of sticky spot
But we gone always have these analog forget me nots

She heard on the last album call it Kimetic
The Bluest Black aesthetic
Why these niggas hatin? Call it pathetic
Check it
Now go ahead and wind that waist
And call it kinetic
As I wax poetic,
her star shining, heavenly body
said she had a present she couldn’t give everybody
a problem I address, her address
she undress out of that sun dress
knowin a sun blessed
after cum rest
nestled in her breast yes
not done yet, Baby this is Midwest
very fertile big hips and the soils fresh
go green get veggie family ingest

Track Name: Blu Notes
Innocent intelligence
Edified elegance walk with a reverence
Talk with a relevance
Immaculate master of the craftwork
The this that work, Jerk.
You pull in everything you put out
Watch your mouth
High stakes vibrational
Transference rotational
Pure sensational
Perfect pitch. Word. Superfluous
Absurd, You heard? The worst it gets
For the purposes of survival smite rivalists
A-Live, Z-I, Fare Trade Tribalists
Witt, banter, barter freedom for martyrdom
Smarter than dumb
Push this art shit farther than some

Got it from here
How I’m gon give it back
Trust em far as I can throw em
Like Golden Sacks
Outkast crumbling herb
Out the wind chime
Let’s wake and make
The planets align
Pulse high like sky scrapping
Roll of these shavings
And pray without shaking
Still sway like the arc in St. Louis
Or snap from the tension
Like the neck of Judas
True it’s the Mu wit
The cultural conduit
Hold mics like Jim Thorpe
Olympic torch
Steady course
Flow like an iron horse
Drawn and quarter
Corner waters on your porch
To the soul sonic force
In the land of the Lost
We set it off

In the Land of the lost we Set it off
By any means at any cost
Show me how to rock it
I’m a show you how to rock it
Brother Hues
Cues to corner pocket
Put that merch on the table
we can show you how to profit
(repeat all)
Track Name: Ratchet
I got a hatchet for the ratchet
I got a satchel full black masks gasoline and matches
Stoking fires for the pious
Sewing clothes for the froze
Providing more lies for the buyers
Seed for the pastures
So there’ll be pretty flowers for the sheep in the hour of the rapture
Hear laughter from the rafters
As I place Silver coins in their eyes
so they can pay their passage

post traumatic addict, ghost in the attic
most emphatic host to tragic. dose of magic
spit it graphic through the static till they close the casket
bad habits, north coast schematics
got a ratchet for the wretched ratched
for it hatch and wreck your palette
put it in your deck and rack it. call it classic
call it just the best you’ve ever had. its for the masses
tip your glasses, tap the ashes from the L that’s ever passin
by the truth but never askin
questions as the clever masquerading as the everlasting

Get low like sonar
Bounce back like frequencies
From alien entities
We basking in a fashion
Crackin open a Kraken
With a school of mermaidens
Each floating with a flaggen
Dis be that boy Sue Saxon
Wit a black Chuck Chaplin
Do it to em like MJ
Wit a Hitler mustache
Too soon? Fuck it
Nigga rake the cash in
Bad Santa Kaiser blade
Slicing all the prices down
Of what your life is now
(In a fashion)
Welcome to the layer cake
No tears no icing
Survive by syphoning
The blood of a bison
That smack a hoe tribe
That’s derived from Tyson
Fighting in a slaughter house
Trying to get the demons out
Raps crush lungs
Just like a Python
They rocking broken smiles
They defined by the biting
And there will be blood
Like the break of a hymen
Like Daniel Day Lewis nigga
Nobody like him

The whole world off its axis Let me give you the low down
My man atlas tore a tendon He put the load down
We on a roll now. On the road to who knows now
Swagger more outa control every go round
This is moonshine, It burn when it go round
Like shorty strawberry Gordy on her Motown
Niggas wanna chop and screw it? Better slow down
‘for ya laid out AID’n holdin the floor down
Man holdin the wall up. Fans holdin there hands up
When we up in your town Bills doin the ho-down mane
We free agents don’t speak sign language
Bullshit walk, money talk, and that’s ageless
This is Gypsy music to get tipsy to
For phat asses and hip to dipsy do
This is heavy metals in a centrifuge
Power, like the FCC to censor you
Track Name: I Saw the Light
Leap through a ring of fire
When you’re in the hot seat
An epic retreat
Hard to face them facts
That leave you incomplete
Walking the street
Staring at the concrete
Like it might cave under your feet
Steep in the waters we weep
For those who no longer speak
Let their memories keep us

Pushed an envelope’s edge
Til it fell out the seat
Spare air carry a delivery
Dare you open to the possibilities?
Or keep a lid on it
Child’s lock, Murphy’s oil
Push while turn
Thirts while burn
Vulture’s perch
Like they eggs poached
They colored folk broke
And they women on choke
Tempers get short
Like M80s baby we crazy
And you aint tryin see that
But when you blind to the facts
It’s the same wherever you at
And trying to act
Like theres no salary cap
Robbin Peter to pay Paul
Fuck y’all
Don’t call it a down fall
Call it an escalation
Of actions from uglier motivations
Heavier sedations
Longer occupations
Actions from uglier motivations

There’s something behind it. . .
I am reminded
Forces of foresight
Guiding the blinded
Timely and timeless
How could they make it?
Helpless and hapless
Maybe it’s random. . .
Turning the tumblers
Playing the numbers
Reckless abandon
What of the future?
Fate or the faith
Is it one in the same
I hear whispers and rumors
What am I stupid?
Gone off a bender
Strength of surrender
I have to choose it
Nothing to lose
There was nothing but you
To tell you the truth
I’m bout to lose it
Where are you right now?
I can image
Panties and night gown
Turning the lights down
Where are you right now
I can imagine . . .

Track Name: Cycle
It’s a cycle
Make some psychos
Not a trifle
Get an eye full
Make you stifle
In a very
Vicious cycle
Say it’s a bible
Or a rifle
It’s a body cop cam
Gone viral
In a spiral
Its like a cyclone
In a cycle
A vicious cycle
It’s a bottle
With a towel
It’s a molotov
Cocktail pryo
And when its burning
You’ll be learning
A vicious cycle
A vicious cycle
It’s a cycle
That make some psychos
It’s a cycle
That make some psychos
It’s a cycle
That make some psychos