The Preview

by Urbanizm Music

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The first collaborative album by the hip hop artists of Urbanizm Music, The New Movement in Urban Music.


released December 22, 2009

Mastered by Khakolak Boy (

All music produced by Anno Domini Beats ( except:
-The Message; music by Diggi Dis (
-First Thought; music by Giz (
-I'm On It (DCT Remix) & Summertime in My City; music by DCT (

Cover artwork designed by JP Vazquez.


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With a vision to give the urban music community a sound that provided music lovers with an elevated awareness of the beauty of true instrumentation, and expose them to lyrical content they wouldn't find on today's radio, Urbanizm Music was founded. At Urbanizm, the music is more important than the industry. We don't have beat makers and rappers, we house true, spirited instrumentalists and MCs. ... more

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Track Name: Noodle the Innocent Child - The Preview (Intro)
Let me be the one to introduce you to the sound in your system
That you're about to witness, the future sound, Urbanizm
Destroying corny musicians has now become a mission
Taking out all competition yet giving them words of wisdom

It's for musical lovers and all of those who'll listen
Paint a bigger picture for bigger visions like John Hendrixs
With a sound so raw, 100% pure
For your ears to adore

All of the regulars and the followers, we don't want them anymore
We're trendsetters, and those who oppose will go to war with us
All for one, one for all, that means all of us
Khakolak, grab the bat and start swinging at rappers' tourist bus!

All genres in this industry needs us
We the best 2009, shout out to T-Dub
Those not involved, it's now time you need to
This ain't even the album yet it's the Preview....

I love real music...
It's the sound to me, you know what I'm saying?
The qualities and the levels, everything gotta be on point...
Lyrics man, concepts, ya know what I mean?

It's plenty to gain now, a lot to be lost
If we don't drop The Preview then hip hop will be lost
So to my first love, hip hop, I got you of course
If it takes my whole life and some help from Joshua Morse

I'm here, DBefekt Urbanizm Affiliate
Mustin as well, plus our powerhouse Diggi Dis
I can't describe Skrybe when he's getting into it
Give Me Wings, I see that all 3 of us was killing it!

This is more then rythm, melodies, and hooks
Corny rhymes and gimmicks, fake image and looks
Dale North's as real as the pale horse on the rook
No matter how we may look to y'all, we ain't shook

From Neo Soul to hip hop, music is hot
Mr. Jones on the team, you get it or get got
The Innocent just popped
And thanks to Raz Aktar, Myf, B-Lyn and of course... Big Shot


We here...
Track Name: Khakolak Boy - Evolved (The Dialogue)
Tracks get ripped like an arm from a socket
Dripping blood lyric grip that's ergonomic
IED bomb hit, too strong
Lick wounds in tune with the moon and a comet

You could say I'm on it, or even better
Commend me like Skyzoo the BK repper
Check with Mr. Khakolak and once you know the fact
You can never go back, like when you go black

Proving that I'm deadly like the five venoms
You could pretty much guess just where I'll send them
Quote my flows, know that I meant them
Try to slow me down, I gain momentum

Like a Pentium dual quad core
Think they got power? I could give you a lot more
Drop raw, what you hustle on the block for
Rock y'all like a broad's knees getting lock jaw

I want to rock y'all
Harder than a foul when you're mauled in street ball
Hip Hop has evolved
Let me take it back to how it was before it fell off
I was you to call
Out my name cuz my aim is to get you involved
Then I'll you my all
Man I swear I will dog, just check the dialogue!

Heat type plasma, time to incinerate
Appetite for destruction, scrape your dinner plate
This ain't thinner weight up and down the interstate
I need a bigger plate, come on dog get it straight

Peasly eighths, that ain't weight dun
I speak in multiples of the mass of the sun
He who's won relies not on poison
To get this done, don't need a gun to moisten

Voice and thoughts, a superior ability
To wet up chest cavities and shake your stability
Killer MC, you've found the epitome
Could be on your death bed and still ain't as ill as me

Just take a pill and see matrix ain't the remedy
The deepest you could get's the surface of this entity
I'm the furthest thing from your enemy
You've been praying for some fresh air, well what he sent was me

Ahhh! I know it's refreshing so breathe it
Inhale, exhale deep cuz you need it
Feed this hunger that's ready for a feast
To silence the rumble in the belly of the beast


Theories of conspiracy, so clear to see
Misery reaped by man throughout history
Listerine would even have its work cut out
To burn these germs we've learned how to shut out

Must doubt all of what we fear and half of what we see
Cuz half of what we think we saw ain't what it seems to be
Easily we can turn the other cheek and pretend
That this never even happened, but it did so again

We're stuck between right and wrong
Like the choices I have when I'm writing these songs
Sure I could fill your ears with some hype in a bong
Perched in front of my PC typing along

But I can't sell you what I don't do
Be obliged to do the same, please won't you?
If not, the heed the wrath of my lyric
Cuz everytime I breathe on a mic, you gonna feel it

Track Name: Skrybe - The Message (Diggi Dis Remix)
As I stand in front of this microphone set inside of this booth
I wonder if I should be bringing the truth
Or if I should just conform to the ways of most cats these days
And spit about my 9 milli's that spray

Knowing I ain't the type of brother to end the life of another
Over flat-out stupid shit like icy chains and whips
But still this cat is dipped and living better than me
Even though I spit it better than he

Collectively, I don't associate with cats that spit raps about ice
Or use the pen to create thug life
I stick with dudes that's real in every sense of the word and the feel
In more fields than just the one that you die living their lives

The game's not a compromise, we all spit about us
MC's are what you rap and I don't spit about bucks
I just spit for the only one that signs the checks
That's Mr. S.K. from VA, about time that I rep

Create a buzz and get love and respect
All off the fact that I can spit about more than drugs, money, and sex
And if you all can do the same, then you remain with more time in the game
Instead of five minutes of fame when you left

Now you can call me what you want: hater, clown, underground
It doesn't matter cuz I'm bringing that sound
And you have to pay attention when I mention your name
Or else your thug friends will call you a lame that backed down

Let me guess, I'm wack now for bringing the truth
If I'd known it'd be hurtful to you, I'd still spit it
And for you cats that like to tangle words, don't get it twisted
I'm still with it and wicked like the Witch of the West

Difference is I don't have a Tech, I don't carry a 9
My only weapon is my pen with the rhymes
Mightier than swords, and before any of you herbs say a word
Observe how I brought the light to your eyes

Then go ahead with your rhyme about how you'll bring my demise
Through the barrel of a gun with no thought
Just a steady stream of curse words that's put to a beat that's hot
And you think that you've achieved in this game? I think not!

You better reevaluate the way you're repping yourself
Or think about if you even are, or repping for wealth
Cuz if when you step back and start to see the startling truth
Part of you might question your thought in the booth, and that's real.
Track Name: Noodle the Innocent Child - First Thought
It's like when I wake up in the morning, I got some stuff on my mind, you know? Before I even get out the bed...I figured I'd take this opportunity to share that with you, you know?

Good morning...

I was cool with everybody, now I diss dudes
I noticed cats is fake and I don't get dudes
They hating on these other brothas cuz they live smooth
Jealous and mad yeah, that's what you call a bitch move

I figured I could write some rhymes and maybe figure out
What side these dudes is on and what these niggas bout
Cause there's the quiet type that creep up on 'em, knock 'em out
And there's the loud type that won't scrap just run their mouth

And there's these rappers dissing rappers cuz they're getting dough
And they be on their grind, you chilling at home living broke
See, I'm the money over women cuz it rules the world
And you the type of dude to blame your failures on your girl

Are you an underground king cuz you're getting love
Or a rapper that won't never make it with an ill buzz?
I'm the type to ride fly and roll on them dubs
And you the type to ride high and roll up a dub

You MC's ain't got no sense of music
Most of y'all are jokes with no sense of humor
Some should've been the next Jordan or Ewing
But the grades messed you up, you resorting to this music

Y'all need to stop it
Cuz some of y'all be on the block with the 5th cocked, some of y'all be cock blocking
I grind every hour of the day
Get pussy, get money, take a shit, shower, shave

Some rappers dead and gone should still be alive
Some alive writing songs, I kinda wish they had died
Spit the truth in the booth, you living a lie
And ain't none of y'all fucking with I, bottom line!

On the road to success, weak spitters get passed
They talk a lot of shit, of course, niggas is ass
So twisted I laugh
If they're saying rapping ain't about making this money, then they broke or living in cash

Cuz niggas is trash
The booth's on fire when I'm in it like the mic was a light, I'm spittin the gas
That's flames, I move behind the scenes
Bring the cams around me I'ma bounce like Jigga did Dash

I'm real, when I die remember me for my words
I really do what I say, remember me for my verbs
You ever talking about these MC's, that's my word
Make sure you separate me from the herbs

And one hit wonders, I'm gaining my respect
25 years long and I ain't claiming no regrets
Cuz everything happens for a reason
I'ma talk just how I'm feeling, til there's gunshots raining on my chest

With a body full of lead
I'll be another rapper dead for popping off at the mouth for shit I shouldn't have said
Or shit I shouldn't have thought
At the end of the day I'm only speaking my thoughts coming out of my head

And some niggas' head's bigger than they buzz
When they going where they going they forget where they was
If you ain't jump up on the track, that's cool, that's what's up
But fuck you for not showing us love

A lotta rappers ain't feeling me
But yet they study my music and every move for creativity

A lotta rappers ain't feeling me
But yet they study my music and every move for creativity

All y'all punks
And most of these niggas wanna see me get smoked, I'm a little too blunt
Roll up on me if you want
And you'll hear more than this drum kick thump

Niggas mad weak, I'm makin sure that niggas can't sleep
On my grind so at the same time, niggas can't eat
Even worse I'm a real dude that niggas can't beat
I'm nice over the beat, the same dancing in the street

Lucky me, you hate me cuz I'm what you want to be
And me falling to the floor is something you would want to see
What it be, if I lose it wasn't me
All these thoughts running through my head and I ain't even brush my teeth...

First thought when I rise is niggas that I despise
Since I know how to rhyme they got a problem with I
I go to bed and wake up nice
So take a shot at me or Feature, your career will be the price
Track Name: Mr. Jones - Get Yours
My life, it’s like I’m losing years off it
You see my main concern is earning a profit
I’m yearning to rock with the finer things
Nicer bling fingers numb from diamond rings
These the kinda things that keep me day dreaming
About the number one spot number I’ll one day be in
Look at what I’ve become I once was a bum
Now I summon my funds thumbing through ones
Under 80 degree sun picking shrimp out my gums
The exotic aroma rushes my lungs I’ve only begun
Hold up, I’m a slow it down like Bobby V and put a monopoly
On the entire economy, so why talk? I rather be about it
I don’t see things your way I see around it
Staying grounded like the misbehaved
Fresh like ya calendar I never miss a day
Outlook on life so bright I kinda miss the shade

Get yours cuz I’m a go and get mine
Why ya hand out homey? I ain’t throwing a dime
Get yours I ain’t sharing at all
You can tell from the swell it’s apparent I ball
Get yours leave that shit to the birds
You hood? I’m good playa straight out the burbs
Get yours the shit is only making you week
What you make in a week I make in my sleep

The blues you never see me sing
While ya’ll records is sounding like BB King
You can see me bling down avenue 5 or
Malibu drive in an infallible ride can’t handle
The natural vibe of my talent and drive I’m fresh
Casual fly the flow? Flammable high so why
Challenge this guy? With amateur strides
You’ll end up damaged no pride how you gone
Manage to hide? You can barely manage ya life
Going on and on like you doing the damn thing
Still in ya moms crib not doing a damn thing
So get up off me questions exhaust me
Bout what it cost me even if you knew
Could you afford it? Hardly, I know what you
Got now you thought of as wealth but you
Better off keeping that thought on the shelf
Damn my dude when ya parents planned you...shit
They should a kept that thought to they self


Nah I never heard you rhyme homes
By the time ya mic’s on I’m in a whole other time zone
My minds gone eyes on the horizon of a
Caribbean coast that you’ll never book a flight on
Ride on in ya rhinestones the blind tones
Within my diamonds a shut ya eyes sewn
Leave ya mind blown as I vibe on even
Getting fresh in the no fly zone where ever I roam
Dimes moan in love with my light tone no love for
Bitches jump offs slide on you dying to ride chrome
I’m tryin to buy homes you lying to dimes sighing
That you got signed on look how much I’ve grown
Over the island I’m known don’t admire my stones
Ain’t nothing to keep ya mind on you could lease
The piece or at least try loans but everything that I own
I got on my own

Track Name: Skyzoo - I'm On It (DCT Remix)
I'm about as cool as mid-April weather is
I'm on my new, I big-faced my cheddar grip
Meaning I deal with 50 straights and upper
And anything under, I treat like the Last Supper

I dish 'em out, the same dude who drives bitches wild
Don't get it screwed, I move with career criminals
Cocky confidence, wonderful wordplay
Arrogant approach, and a superb swerve game

Still in the streets like yellow lines, phenom with it
And your flow's a never mind, like never mine
I'm from the city that get that, whip that
Chip that, pitch that, and let the rest piggyback

I'm on some "gimme that," models wanna come thru
One-two, handle the dude, "here let me finish that"
I can't call it though, I just do's me
Stuntin' with a cool lean, you know I'm on it yo

Whip leaning, getting that green and
You know I'm on it, I'm, I'm, I'm on it
You know I'm on it, I'm, I'm, I'm on it
You know I'm on it, I'm, I'm, I'm on it
Wrist gleaming, kicks Japanese and
You know I'm on it, I'm, I'm, I'm on it
You know I'm on it, I'm, I'm, I'm on it
You know I'm on it, I'm, I'm, I'm on it

The second verse is similar to the first
And both are similar to nothing you ever heard
The stroll is similar to nothing you've ever seen
Which means I'm something you just can never be

ie. for the paper, I give 'em that straight up
Uncut, bubble-up flows, get your weight up
Uncut, bubble-up dough, get your cake up
Fucking with the oven, ain't no telling what I bake up

And the shoes is Bapes, with a pair of let lags
Hanging over the tongue, who roll like son? Nada!
Couple broads and butterflies and True Religions
And if they look like the model type, the dude is with 'em

I stroll through, a lil' something on the waist
And some ducats, if it's less than 100 I call it change
I can't call it though, I just do's me
Stuntin' with a cool lean, you know I'm on it yo


You know I'm on that shit y'all need though
Shine hard when I make that green grow
You know my name right, you know my name right
You know my name right, you know my name right

You know I'm on that shit y'all need though
Shine hard when I make that green grow
You know my name right, you know my name right
You know my name right, you know my name right

Track Name: Noodle the Innocent Child - Summertime in My City
It's the second week of June, it's hot as hell outside
It's not hot but it's really hell outside, let me explain
See my views of hell are not a bunch of human shish kebobs
It's an old lady walking with her purse and niggas rob her

Run around the corner, take out everything she owns that's worth something
She can't stop them, she can barely move her bones
People across the street that witness what they did
Ain't saying nothing but look at me and say, "This is how it is"

Cuz this is where we live, we're used to seeing crack fiends,
Gangs wars, and people die with no insurance for the vaccines
I don't understand what's going on today
I swear that hell's taking over in the strongest way

We all need to pay attention now, we all should pray
I kinda feel like it's a sin to live longer days
See, everything's always the same under the sun
But I don't think this summer's gonna be that fun

It's a cruel, cruel summer (summertime in the city)
Leaving me here on my own (summertime)
It's a cruel, cruel summer (it's summertime in my city)
Now you're gone, you're not the only one (summertime)

There's people dying cuz they carry AIDS, dying at an early age
The book of life is very scary, I'm scared to turn the page
To see what I'm supposed to see and say what I have to say
Put your hands together but don't clap y'all, we have to pray

I don't even think I had a chance to smile or laugh today
Just thinking of this world and how my friend Unishun passed away
It's fucked up, and and another thing that's really killing me
Is all of these niggas and their jealousy

If you're a man and your girl cheats, see that don't make you less of a man
Damn, that's just how girls are gonna be
Girls cheat like we, B, everybody fucks, man
Look at some of them girls you fucked, it's just a nut, man

What man can't understand why his lady would lust, man?
I've been hurt to teach you how not to give a fuck, man
But if you're really stuck, then you can never give up, man
Give shorty a diamond ring or find you a summer love, man


Now most of us know how being a victim of the streets can be
Those that don't know seem to get manipulated easily
Lured into the gangs, the violence, the drugs,
The peer pressure can really fuck you up (excuse my French)

But there's niggas out here acting like they don't give a fuck
Until one of them innocent kids get hit up
Or stuck on dope or drugs like coke
Or end up being shot by one of them guns that smoke

And all these young niggas wanna be G's and gangsta rappers
Cuz the money rules the world and pussy comes faster
These ladies become sluts by giving niggas nuts
To be with the popular cat in school, and that's all that he wants

So he can brag about his whips
And brag about the chicks he hits raw dog, but won't admit when he's getting sick
And it's sick but it's coming
The season after spring, I call it hell, but everyone else seems to call it summer

Track Name: Noodle the Innocent Child - End of the Day
This is the track for those that didn't believe in him
Those that bailed out during times when we really needed them
Those that crossed me, thinking that I was on the team with them
I hope they see my success now and I hope it eats at them

And those that laughed every time that we were greeting them
Saying we would make it when they really didn't see it in him
I rep my city to death, I'm never leaving them
If you ain't like me then, it's fuck you now, it's that easy man

It's for my brother, when he thought his girl would cheat on him
Cried, but for the sake of the kids, he would try to be with her
Another everyday, he'd try to balance time with me and her
Puttin' up with her bullshit, I'm here if you need me bro

It's been a long and bumpy road, I tie my sneakers up
Walk with me if you want, and turn your speakers up
Now roll your windows down and put your middle fingers up
And scream "Fuck the world" and whoever disagrees with us

In high school, this rap shit was just a dream to us
Now we hit the studio, it's a reality to us
To all you local MC's, think you seeing us?
I will eat you alive alone, and I'll beat you up

Taking shots at Feature on the low, I see what's up
Take a shot at me on a track nigga, and see what's up
Shouts to Urbanizm, M-Nasty, what up
I got this booth on fire and I barely heated up

See, everybody in the world says they're feeling us
I see success around the corner so I speed it up
My mama used to tell me, "Boy, you don't need to rush"
I was 16, I turned around, and now was 21

I give thanks to my grandma for trying to keep me up
And thanks to my girl for once trying to teach a nigga trust
And J-Pound, I love you my nigga, keep in touch
And Noyd, thanks for looking out when I need it, cuz

Tianna, I love you to death, I don't see you much
If I could change that then I would, please believe it, yup!
Cause every time I think of you, I feel I need to jump
I could touch the sky with you in mind, Crazy T what up

Now look at me, I'm stuck
Wondering why Mrs. Cora can't be with us, she's resting in peace above
And now I miss her to death, she would speak with love
I think of her and Uncle Billy, and I need a hug

I never met a girl as real as Janeika nor Alicia
But I ain't really had the time to try and speak to them
In my life, I messed a whole lot of people up
Came between best friends, that's just what creepin' does

I broke a lot of hearts, that's what a secret does
Things we do for love, I can't explain what kind of creep I was
But maybe it wasn't me, they just needed love
But damn, who was there for me when I needed love?

Who was there with two arms when I needed hugs?
I'm on my grind every day, I still need a buzz
I'm fucking up, my head hurts, I think I need a drug
I can't breathe, I nearly messed my breathing up

Your boy got a million songs for the people
But they're in my notebook, cause studio time ain't free for us
It's a N00 Day, so hopefully we'll see what's up
And fuck those who ain't believe in us! My God...
Track Name: Noodle the Innocent Child - PHS Theme (Bonus Track)
We be them Peekskill Red Devils and you know we're on top
Look at this team inside that paint, look at how they shoot them out side shots
Now watch them guards they give and go, and in the paint they pick in roll
Everybody in the crowd's screaming out 'Go!' and our defense got full control

The home of Hilton Armstrong, T. Scott and Elton Brand "Let's go Devils"
If we can't do this, no one can
Motivated by standing fans, Panzanero thanks again
For guiding us 'cause we are the we we we are the champions!
We are the champions

Let's get it y'all! (repeatedly)
We are the champions
Bring them boys out! (repeatedly)

Out side shots, we got that, inside the paint, we got that
Defense during 4th quarter pressure, people we got that
Shot blocking defenders and crossing any contenders
Pretenders that go against us will never win against winners

Just give some minutes with the ball, we're taking the game
Fast break or fall back, shot, making it rain
When home or away, we dominate the game that's how we do
PHS, coming to a court near you!
We are the champions!

Let's get it y'all! (repeatedly)
We are the champions
Bring them boys out! (repeatedly)

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