Purgatory

by J.Smo

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about

Purgatory is a collection of remixes and collaborations between J.Smo of BUNKS and...

1. UK Progressive Rock Band Permanent Moods ft Zion Antoni
2. Australian Folk singer/songwriter Bob Crain
3. Canadian Indie Pop/Rock singer/songwriter Leslie Rohonczy
4. Wisconsin alt-rock band FM Down
5. Canadian electro-rock producer Brother Octopus
6. Tennessee alt-country songwriter C Bret of Stephenson Rd

All songs written, remixed and produced by J.Smo and the respective artists who contributed their time and talents to this project.

"The days of simply using some tight hip hop loops is something of the past for most serious artists in the genre, most are branching out. But few branch out as far as J.Smo and collaborative crew have done here.” Buddy Nelson, Jamsphere

"He remains clear and concise with his wording, which appeals to a larger group of people extending to even those who may not particularly enjoy hip-hop music. ” via Beyond The Record

"J.Smo’s highly observant, articulate lyrics capture the zeitgeist of 2016 with “Purgatory”. via BeachSloth.com

"J.Smo is Hip Hop. He’s universal voice, from humble beginnings.” -Zion Antoni, Urban Cry, LLC

"Whose lovechild…Atmosphere with a touch of Struggle Jennings.” via The Ark of Music

"The fusion of genres in this one is undeniably fresh, and it works – experimentation or a desire to be original have not taken the place of great music, they have driven it towards you with great personality and style.” via Stereo Stickman

credits

released November 16, 2016

Written, remixed and produced by J.Smo and these creative talents:

Permanent Moods: www.permanentmoods.com
Bob Crain: www.bobcrain.com.au
Leslie Rohonczy: www.leslierohonczy.com/LRBand.htm
FM Down: fm-down.com
Brother Octopus: www.brotheroctopus.ca
Stephenson Rd: www.stephensonrd.com
Zion Antoni: zionantoni.bandcamp.com

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We are a hip hop collective from Manchester, Tennessee that has been releasing music since 1999.

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Track Name: J.Smo with Permanent Moods and Zion Antoni - Radio Lies (Permanent Moods Remix)
let me floss this bling, make a dime scream,
got my bands up, i'mma blow it on a dream,
candy paint drip, partners on lean,
scrapers on deck, party with the team,
pimpin ain't easy, pocket full of stones,
put on my for my city, put on for these clones,
hundreds in the trap, no talkin' on phones,
get ya wig split, bag a body full of bones,
tear the club up like we need to celebrate,
concrete jungle trapped like a bunch of apes,
we think we so cool we don't even hesitate,
trapped by an ego designed by something fake,
fashioned by the few, opposed by the state,
thrown in the pen by the pigs who claim their stake,
the walls of Jericho are comin' down with a quake.

little kid turns on the radio,
influenced by the voices from the stereo,
filtered by god knows who?
but they don't really care about me or you,
turn on the TV the message there, too,
we don't even see it we act with no clue,
addicted to the habits, seek pleasure like rabbits,
extract from the addicts then throw 'em in the attic,
disposable labor, no mercy, no favors,
code 1-8-7 still an unsolved caper,
make that paper, baby, make them ends,
it sounds so cool, show me where to begin,
the spark that starts the heart to part from ways we should embark,
swerve into the fast lane, the simple life forgot,
disconnected from our roots but plugged into the beast,
told to earn our way to heaven or they'll turn up the heat?! HA!!!
Track Name: J.Smo and Bob Crain - Forsaken Veteran of the Drug Wars
hook (Bob Crain)

he still lives the beliefs of the rank he did hold,
hopes the story of the Drug Wars is finally told,
should we cling to the hope of an old Drug War Veteran?
who answered the call and lived through it all.

verse 1 (J.Smo)

era of the civil rights,
era of the Hippies' height,
Black Panthers in their prime, but tell me...
where'd they go when crack arrived?
I don't know...
underground, infiltrated, hmmm...
power of the people, nah the system can't escape,
got to hold us down, yes the fire they have to tame it,
best way to do it? declare a Drug War,
find all the opiates, send to home shores,
find all the coca, damn it! we want more,
now we all strung out on God's Bathroom Floor,
content with being numb, too lazy to add the sums,
counterculture's now a niche for advertisements,
and you could be cool if their junk you would buy it,
but propaganda do we see?
cause it's propaganda we believe.

hook (Bob Crain)

he still lives the beliefs of the rank he did hold,
hopes the story of the Drug Wars is finally told,
should we cling to the hope of an old Drug War Veteran?
who answered the call and lived through it all.

verse 2 (J.Smo)

now the private prisons banking profits,
off of these drugs that we got in our pockets,
use entertainment to sell us the sex,
yeah, we want glitz and glam, hella violence, nothing else,
you know we Breaking Bad when we so far left,
your favorite TV show's about a teacher cooking meth,
see the cancer spread, evil breaks bread,
with so much style we easily mislead,
from the dimes to quarters to the ounces to the pounds,
from the fiend to the snitch to the cops knocking loud,
to the bribes that they offer to help take him down,
the big bad wolf, a pawn in their game now...
to the judges in the court rooms closing the case,
to the hustlers in the streets trying to feed their face,
to the mother and the newborn running in place,
anything for escape, anything for escape.

hook (Bob Crain)

he still lives the beliefs of the rank he did hold,
hopes the story of the Drug Wars is finally told,
should we cling to the hope of an old Drug War Veteran?
who answered the call and lived through it all.

verse 3 (J.Smo)

it was all about the green, then came the white,
then came the skittles, then came the knife,
then came lines of powder on the table,
son of a preacher man, running from the labels.
surrounded by fiends, it was time to stack dough,
backed by some thugs who would put you on the flo',
flipped them first sacks until they turned to a brick,
in my mama's car steady making those trips,
I-24, I-40 to the East,
praying to the gods I don't see no police,
hold my son close when I get back home,
put him to the bed and then the party was on,
dollas, dollas, dollas, dreams, dreams, dreams,
forsaken drug war veteran turning some cream,
a cog in a system so cold, so mean,
they making so much money just off the legal fees.

hook (Bob Crain)

he still lives the beliefs of the rank he did hold,
hopes the story of the Drug Wars is finally told,
should we cling to the hope of an old Drug War Veteran?
who answered the call and lived through it all.

verse 4 (Bob Crain)

the volcanic islands, cheap snow made its way,
the captain now fueled on cocaine and Tanqueray,
the war was still raging but now between themselves,
they lost the brotherhood, but the money was swell,
the captain look around and it seemed all was lost,
his crew held together but at what costs,
it looked as if the young mind army was defeated,
old ways of treachery saw it mostly depelted,
the last battle lost in '75,
it just came down to staying alive,
the captain kept fighting, sometimes hand to hand,
nothing left of his men but a small trusty band,
hard drugs and money replaced acid and weed,
the good bush so expensive, just fair market greed,
the captain stood alone, the flower children all gone,
it was hard to take what had become of this song.

outro
Track Name: J.Smo and Brother Octopus - Swim
chilling like a villain deep under the sea,
a pisces, lost in my thoughts is where you'll find me,
i'm going with the current, fins flowing along,
when i heard brother octopus playing this song,
my gills tingled, so i changed course,
swerving through funky beats is my favorite sport,
back to it, we going to do it,
its going to take a lot of work, we get through it,
in the belly of the beast, are we stupid?
fell in love with this music, where's cupid?
selling fake dreams to lost students,
the lesson gets scrambled, no prudence,
so with 8 fists of fury watch the Oct in the jury like the spice in our curry,
cause the spice in our curry is hot,
watch the apples from this oak tree drop,
you are rocking with the kings of the crop,
now jump, now bounce,
(not tell 'em what you're going to do).

swim to the right, swim to the left,
swim to the surface, swim for the depths,
swim through the waves, do tricks off the crest,
this ocean is yours so put your limits to the test.

meanwhile, above the dirt,
the humans going crazy destroying planet earth,
look at all this garbage in my main stream,
it keeps piling up, diluting all my day dreams,
and lately I'm seeing some strange things,
specifically speaking on mutated species,
my mind wonders, I form my own schema,
what is all this debris labeled Fukushima?!
my cousin was cute but now she's a demon,
they say it's in the water, I'm starting to believe 'em,
...but the current moves forth,
running full blast jumping blindly off the porch,
we'll make our decisions when faced with the fork,
pop the cork, i'm feeling bubbly,
trying to forget the idiocracy of you dummies,
pour me another, glass in the air,
raise up your fist, show me you care,
roll up that good, put smoke in the wind,
now everybody let go, jump in, and swim.

swim to the right, swim to the left,
swim to the surface, swim for the depths,
swim through the waves, do tricks off the crest,
this ocean is yours so put your limits to the test.
Track Name: BUNKS and FM Down - Wish You Were
i'm feeling like a man down, ran down to the thin of things,
never thought I'd let this life get the best of me,
the rest of me is sitting' here poised for redemption,
i am not the standard, i was born for exemption,
a star on my grind, get my shine in the moon light,
i'd rather make my days to the middle of your nights,
i take my life and i bear it for dissection,
and never once have i asked for your correction,
and now i'm staying here, praying i don't disappear,
running from my fate but karma keeps it crystal clear,
drinking' through my better years and yes i know i'm messing up,
but i control my fate and i'm not sipping from a silver cup,
not eating' from a silver spoon or living' off a trust fund,
nothing for a rainy day, i never had a college fund,
i'm living through this music every day you know i'm having fun,
looking for the lime light, i know i'm not the only one.

all the things you wish you were - go think about it,
locked inside your TV screen? - go read about it,
we all in this struggle together so go marinate,
and all the things we wish we were will emanate.

before i stepped behind this mic, i had some different words to say,
but i threw them all away because i almost lost my life today,
so let me savor this moment and own it and ponder components,
of a life beyond this place we see, a life beyond these things we be,
and all the things we wish we were, grass is greener over there?
but is it really? seems so silly, all the fat and never filling,
all this hate and all this killing, all these layers I am peeling,
i will find the truth behind, the pain, the cancer, all the lies,
i will not stop until i die, i will not pause until we rise,
above the bullshit i despise that holds us down and dampers life,
everything that's coming down, break the chains and all our bounds,
from the coke to the crown to the pills to the pounds,
to the paper to the pen to the mic to the crowd,
all the things you wish you were, go think about it,
locked inside your TV screen? go read about it,
put our trust into these silly things, forget about it,
look inside and find all the things you wish you were.

all the things you wish you were - go think about it,
locked inside your TV screen? - go read about it,
we all in this struggle together so go marinate,
and all the things we wish we were will emanate.
Track Name: J.Smo ft C Bret of Stephenson Rd - Angelo's Breakdown (BONUS)
born in the decade of greed,
i don’t touch any paper unless it’s colored green,
i’m on a mission, you could call it a dream,
i don’t care where it ends, i’m trying to live in the scenes,
portrayed by these commericals I see on the screen,
all my life i’ve been fed all this bull,
but what can i do? cause i’m stuck in the school,
CIA gave us crack, get a profit, give it back,
now i’m stuck inside the game contribute negatives to stacks,
and now they lovin’ meth so i’m feeding the people,
missing the days that I spent under steeples,
where is God in all this mess?!
i can’t handle all this stress,
but these dead presidents, give me what I want best,
so i’m flying down this road, high life living large,
got the fiends by the ankles, finally i’m in charge,
but it’s not what I want, it’s not the life i expected,
i just wanted respect, but they’ll never collect it,
i just got what they want, another drug to they addiction,
never in my life could i make this prediction,
i can’t take any more, death starts with incisions,
now it’s time to make decisions, baby, change up the mission,
end it all doesn’t seem a bad religion…
remember the days i was a pyromaniac?
and on the 4th of July, i was ready to attack?
now the fire burns deeper, yeah, this demon; he’s a creeper,
put the flame to the wood, it couldn’t be cheaper,
it’s my only way out, i’m weighed down by my doubts,
my soul’s begging to shout!
i can’t take it any more, let this house burn down!!
this is my breakdown…
let this house burn down, this is my breakdown…
let this house burn down, this is my breakdown…