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Mr Free is an emcee originally from New York currently residing in the bay area, California. He has
previously released the albums Writes of Passage and Lay-Up Lines: The Mixtape. In addition to The
Edge he has also initiated a live band project in 2010.

The Misanthropist is a producer from Stockholm, Sweden who released the producer album Stocklyn
Retrospective in 2008 featuring artists such as Royce da 5’9, Masta Ace, Termanology, Trife da God and
many more.

On The Edge they join forces to bring you an album inspired by the classic boom bap sound but in the
year of 2011. Raw and melodious beats by The Misanthropist are combined with the powerful flow and
versatile lyrics of Mr Free.

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released 31 January 2011

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Track Name: Bang Bang
Bang Bang
Shots bust cops rush doctors
Seen thru the eyes of the target its not us
Suspects abound thru the poplous
Big brother blind he tryin from helicopters
Bitchless snitchless guided by the scriptures
Thou shalt see no thing nor bear witness
He who speaks best possess rare fitness
Nowhere to run nor hide you on shit list
Beat down heat rounds code a the street sound
Ricochet the innocent lullabied to sleep now
Rockabye baby most high or hades
Grandma gon pray but no time to save me
Niggaz in the game know cocaine is crazy
Similar to Jane's addiction bass avery
This all chain reaction to the way
we backed into corner from the days a slavery
Can't contain me bottle nor cage me
I'm so gone my pops didn't wan raise me
Gamble wit ya own I gots what God gave me
But step into my zone leave dropped upon pavement
Track Name: Kiss Me Not
Catch ya man in the sand
Wit ya girl hand n hand
No matter how u lay it down the grass is always better than
I'm cooler than I ever been
Stick to my forever plan
Rookies try to emulate the actions a the veteran
Youngin Love what it was
Over amped over does
I doubt the wife at home could come to grips wit what the soldier does
Meanwhile she vowed
But got to cryin too loud
Couldn't take the lonliness so guess who's number she dialed
His best friend Hype man
She hit em up on skype and
Invited to the crib so he could come and lay the pipe man
So low no soul
Took each others photo
And put it on the net had the nerve to let the world know

Judas just tongued me down I'm like ill
You my man but I would rather die still
In the afterlife what will I remember, I feel
Will the vengence remain or will I simply wan chill
Sometimes u gotta destroy in order to build
Sometimes the chest is best left sealed
If they dont see yr heart it cant be stealed
Cupids arrow meet the Gary clan shield
Jerichos walls thru miracles fall
And nothin short a that is penetratin my core
Thinkin a ya'll singing my song
'Thatz what friendz are for'
True colors is shining thru
Good people get grimey too
Hey world look at I'm a foo
This a tuff one to swallow so I'm tryin to chew

Truth be told I would never kiss you again
For obvious reasons feelin different than then
You wasnt mines so it aint my place to condemn
But got damn you's really layin wit him?
Wouldnt be surprised if u borderline obese now
If all the trash you talked u actually had to eat now
You took ya best shot missed and had to rebound
But came up empty handed cuz ya boy lock the key down
But this isn't game girl its an insane world
Could a done without you fannin the flame girl
Now you nothin more than suttin I slain girl
Made a mistake but never again girl
I shall not forgive nor forget
I shall trust my gut instincts off the get
I (ah) seen it comin so you couldnt say I slept
Consider you the dirt on my shoulder that got swept
Track Name: Sky High feat. Krayola
Krayola:
When I zone I
Spend many minutes when in it it's almost immanent
Moments seeming like infinite reaching vertical limits of vision of war battling self and I'm the lieutenant
I know it's demented I constantly try to prevent it
Existentialistic view of life
My body is rented from the Earth shop
But I own the spirit within it
From another dimension mental extended
Real MC descendent
Often imitated and equally underrepresented
Look Boy something you never seen before
The complicated contradictional flaw of Murphy's Law
Circle chainsaw sever the chin from upper jaw
Silence the roar while breaking the grip of devils claw
Your more than meticulous musically I'm like liquid is to thirst
My verse game name is Mr Ridiculous
Disperse flames aimed to hit the ubiquitous
Krayola Free fortified live fly sky high

Sky high certified Blind
We nah see these blood suckaz tryin to murder my time
So I Fly fly
Sun on 3rd Eye
Premeditated every worda my rhyme

I be zonin 6 in the mornin
Time cannot contain what is scripted in poem
Immortal mindset Egyptian and Roman
Above the clouds where I sit like Boeing
This a 767 my thoughts is my heaven
I'm hawk but not feathered
I'm awesome I said it
Redefining the Source when I'm redded
Put the game on the line fam I'm Pettite
With a fetish for repetitive edits they call loops
And a band a music men on the quest without roots
My lecture's my truth My flex is obtuse
Not satisfied til I make lexus my proof
As high as my aim is it's lost in language
Awad told me you can be a star but not famous
I'll let you know when I make it
Til then I'm just Free skyscrapin

My 3rd eye seen it coming before it happened
My gut it retracted when me and him was dappin
When homegirl seen me coming she started laughin
Actin as if I couldn't pick up the attraction
And that's the reason she a has been
My essence deeper than a cavern
Catchin all disturbances in pattern
Collection of experience I have earned
My projections in all out dimensions will call out before route for all out protection
And then we mount up like henchmen
And send them balls out the fencin
Trot around the bases I'm so many places
Not confined to matrix
See the flock upon the wait list
Got to find my greatness top is where I take it
Track Name: Father Figure
When'd a 12 year old get so grown
he could walk up outta school and roam the streets on his own
No fear a consequence when he return home
Mom bring it up he tell her leave me alone
Even worse he tell her shut the f up
Kiss his Black suttin it ain't from the neck up
Juvenile is next up cuz all he do is mess up
And he all in the street scene tryin to pull his rep up
Lil Gangsta but he ain't got no O.G.'s pullin him aside droppin math tryin to sew seeds
Only motivation in life he know to blow trees
Youngin blowin kisses at the passin by police
An outlaw but his life should be about more
His pop left when he was 6 thats when it got raw
His grandpappy said the boy he needed doctor
Cuz at the rate he was headin sure to make the cops draw

Aint a father to my style
But aint a father to the child
And they wonder why these girls gone wild
And its 2am but theres kids on the block goin blow
Makin momma proud
Aint a father to my steez
Nor a father to these seeds
And they wonder why these girls not V's
Cuz it 10:15 and shorty left the block wit a clown
Makin mama proud


My boy anonymous
the worst a what a father is
Jumpshot crossover hops attract colleges
To this day we left to wonder what the problem is
Could handle rock could handle pill but couldn't seem to handle biz
Didn't take long for honeybun and him to have a kid
In terms a bein tied down philosophy was rather live
Treat his baby moms and his daughter like they had the hiv
Elders all gossip disappointed how sad it is
He hit me up on facebook described his life fabulous
Thinkin to myself Got damn what kinda man is this
Got the nerve to feast while ya own blood famishes
As if his own life couldn't vouge for the damages
And its all so average
Never thought my peeps would turn to soap box characters
American man you so scandolous
Hope the next generation mature from ya'll amateurs


A Ma I know you mad he don't Love you
And that breakup caused you all kinds a trouble
And he done moved on and got a new cuddle
But you ain't gotta blame it on ya child now does you?
You actually had a man who offered his support
But you so quick to throw a tantrum and threaten court
After all the battle royales that you done fought
When its all said and done guess who g come up short
Ya seed and she too young to plead
She aint got the courage yet to tell you what she need
And you gon fill her head up wit a story bout her father a reflection of the drama that had forced the man to leave
Maybe you should toke a lil tree
Give u some perspective missin somethin you should see
By the time she grow to be knock kneed
She gon need a father not to follow but to lead
Track Name: Not Guilty
If you put the planet on trial how'd it break down
Would Mandela take the stand and represent cape town
Would the Angels punk the cops have em layin facedown
Kiss the ground unnecesary shakedowns
Who would speak for us
Could obama charm the heavens like he reaches us
If it was up to me I'd conjure 3 beats to bust
Let Nas, Hov and Kweli speak for the streets n such
Call up Cornell West and Michael Eric Dyson's
And just for intimidation bring along Tyson
We ain't goin out without a fight
Ask Maya Angelou if she'd be down to write
Sai Baba and Dali Lama
Lecture the jurors on mankinds karma
Take it further bring in some samba dancer
And Party like we know the answer

Not guilty - Life is filthy
Blame it on the forefathers they the ones who built me
But who am I to blame
When carefully considered all be through a lot a pain

Half a you Angels been here before
I call to the stand Tupac Shakur
We ain't sugar coatin life sir give it to us raw
Is it true that these humans made you be an outlaw
Mr Marley would you come back more
Would you say things've changed or is there everywhere war
Could you say beneath the surface is a genuine core
Or is their weaponry and treachory an inborn flaw
Dr King and Ghandhi calmly
Address life in ways thats far beyond me
Said some a dem are awake but most a dem zombie
If I was you Lord I'd resort to plan B
King Solomon claimed that no part a him
Could come to terms wit the thinkin of modern men
Told me I was just clingin to what might a been
And at times revolution makes ya fight a friend
Trust I'm out here fightin on despite my my neighbors
And the kids I grew up kickin it wit was once my slavers
If the final verdict's not in our favors
Let the final trumpet sound from the soul a Miles Davis

Most High...when manipulation becomes a science. Literally a science. You can't fault the prey for endorsing the imbalance and greed promoted by the predators.
And when profit is at the very core of survival not to mention success. Self promotion trumps morality. Leaving people to choose between their gut feelings and their well being. An unfortunate predicament for sure. But one we face none the less. Although I do not believe you to be a judging God, for the sake of the song I ask that you consider our growth in awareness in these recent generations before rendering your decision. Although our work is far from done, it certainly feels as if we're finally clearing the space, emotionally, intellectually and on some levels politically to step fully into our intended role here on this planet. Not as rulers but as tuners to the highest frequency Let us live.
Track Name: Family
'll put that on my everything I put that on my name
Some things are set in stone and other things are born to change

I only wanted a scholarship
Since I was 5 or 6
Do what what my father did
But I was bottled in
I know that it bothered him
Tuff one to swallow when
You proceed to watch your seed get all hollered at
By a kind a man who ain't no kinda man
Thank God I had my mantra, Nigga I'm the man
Sometimes I think to where my father stand
And wonder how he kept his cool from off on side stands
I guess that was the reason he was hollerin
He was tryin to break them chains while lookin like a fan
So now I'm twice the man. From all a lifes exams
and when I'm seekin inspiration yo i write to him

Oh Family - You're all a part a me
The strongest of influence yo ya taught me how to see
Sometimes we may not get along sometimes may not agree
But you're the wings on which I fly ya navigate the Odyssey


I only wanted to be a preacher
A Soul reacher
Some selling dreams some sellin souls
You sold neither
Was like alicia on piano keys-you so diva
So amazing how you'd get em high with no reefer
You the reason that I wanted to know Jesus
Every word from out ya mouth Ma I would believe ya
I put you up there with Moses and Peter
Wasn't always what you said but on occasion how ya read us
It was more than just them home cooked meals that you would feed us
It was the soul food - all we had to go thru
Somehow I got know me as I got to know you
A debt I can't repay cause Ma this life is what I owe you


He only wanted to be comedian
Be on the TV and
Have the people up in stitches when they seein him
But this life is full a choices where should we begin
As the doors start to open thinks he sees the end
And its just flashin lights and all the Kanye types
Where the media be messing wit ya style a life
And thats a sacrafice that wasn't worth the hype
So I guess ya take his dream and chalk it up to pipe
But in the meantime brothas on the green line
Hoppin off the train with the money his brain
Brought up under poverty and somethings gotta change
Business could be lucrative just figure out the game
Now his figures got his figure on the 1st class a the plane
Everybody's drinking and yo he the one who's payin
His dough so long it ain't a thing for him to flame
Said I earn it so I burn it on whatever you can name
Track Name: Prepare feat. DJ Cazal
Cadillac Camelback show me where the camera at
World is mine saw the sign only kickin matter fact
Get blinded like a cataract when tryin to test or battle back
Boogie down Bronx birthplace a where the baddest at
Yankees ain't these quotes a mine saintly
You'll never see the real me til Alex Grey paint me
Never been a mornin man before 10 cranky
Whether in ya whip or in ya jukebox crank me
No less than 9 I consider masses blind
Hittin off this rhythm got me feelin mastermind
Use to settle for some sixes now its nothin less than dime
I'd be servin life in prison if good lovin was a crime
But it ain't my ink is war paint
My mind is that of a slave who walked plank
My soul be fillin the holes in yo blank
Cd chick composure or bank

This one soundin wu-tangish
Move thy anus
Look ma ya #2 son half famous
Misant from Sweden but we r-rock the Danish
Why we ain't on yet have not the faintest
But I'm locked in scorin not stockton
Speak not til walked mile in my mocasin
Bring ya wittiest on we outfox them
Bring ya grittiest paw we outbox them
Yuck su kung fu in ya face fuck you
Thats the type a venom in the blood mon run thru
Livin on the edge ya never know wah mi a gwan do
Built upon the rock ya know this house mi nah crumble
All i see is timeless bondage
Weight upon the conscious
He who sees grand scheme remains the calmest
Waitin for the day we ball and live lawless
And my vision dont see form but auras

I grab a mic and flip the script I'm the shit i be sayin to myself like I'm all that (all that)
Til I head up to the city and these niggaz flowin silly then that voice it get to tellin me to fall back
I pitch my talent to couple lil labels and ya nigga couldn't even get a call back
Fuck ya label and ya artists and producers you manusha used to luv u now you're all wack
I rock to raw tracks flip raps for more stacks
Haven't found my way there but I'm somewhere near the vortex
Who's up to fall next step up but crawl back
Step inside the den with a king and I'm roar back
So much more difficult to kick it simplistic than kick it mystical
Universal my forces are all centrifical
And this is more than recording its sorta ritual
And i don't put the brush down til the pictures fullCadillac Camelback show me where the camera at
World is mine saw the sign only kickin matter fact
Get blinded like a cataract when tryin to test or battle back
Boogie down Bronx birthplace a where the baddest at
Yankees ain't these quotes a mine saintly
You'll never see the real me til Alex Grey paint me
Never been a mornin man before 10 cranky
Whether in ya whip or in ya jukebox crank me
No less than 9 I consider masses blind
Hittin off this rhythm got me feelin mastermind
Use to settle for some sixes now its nothin less than dime
I'd be servin life in prison if good lovin was a crime
But it ain't my ink is war paint
My mind is that of a slave who walked plank
My soul be fillin the holes in yo blank
Cd chick composure or bank

This one soundin wu-tangish
Move thy anus
Look ma ya #2 son half famous
Misant from Sweden but we r-rock the Danish
Why we ain't on yet have not the faintest
But I'm locked in scorin not stockton
Speak not til walked mile in my mocasin
Bring ya wittiest on we outfox them
Bring ya grittiest paw we outbox them
Yuck su kung fu in ya face fuck you
Thats the type a venom in the blood mon run thru
Livin on the edge ya never know wah mi a gwan do
Built upon the rock ya know this house mi nah crumble
All i see is timeless bondage
Weight upon the conscious
He who sees grand scheme remains the calmest
Waitin for the day we ball and live lawless
And my vision dont see form but auras

I grab a mic and flip the script I'm the shit i be sayin to myself like I'm all that
Til I head up to the city and these niggaz flowin silly then that voice it get to tellin me to fall back
I pitch my talent to couple lil labels and ya nigga couldn't even get a call back
Fuck ya label and ya artists and producers you manusha used to luv u now you're all wack
I rock to raw tracks flip raps for more stacks
Haven't found my way there but I'm somewhere near the vortex
Who's up to fall next step up but crawl back
Step inside the den with a king and I'm roar back
So much more difficult to kick it simplistic than kick it mystical
Universal my forces are all centrifugal
And this is more than recording its sorta ritual
And i don't put the brush down til the pictures full
Track Name: Born With It
A thin line between coo and damn fool
Especially when ya dream is cream and by the handful
Sharpen my sword cha ching without the anvil
Promise I'll train til insane or canceled
Death don't fear it but its fuelin my pencil
Ya feel no pain in fact you love when it hits you
Like a I reminisce or can it all be so simple
Cream a the crop rise to top it tends to
Only I alone could know what I been thru
So Don't ask why me never befriend you
See them Smiling faces devil that sent you
Hope ya got yaself a good God to repent to
Me nah murder but mi war wit/when we meant to/mental
Consider this a modest way to put it be careful
It's Freedom Fighta bwoy wit more than a earful
Risin wit a style that not a man could compare to

Born wit the scripts it drips from my blood
Enemy or friend to me its still all love
Free is who i am could give a fuck who I was
Venom from below but get the bless from above
It's on when I spit this shit like nile flood
Sendin me the energy to get up like spud
Killin em the minimum but still Ain't no thug
Will rep for mine when push come to ttnshove

Can't carry town on my back it'd fall
When u movin at the speed of light who waan crawl
Apologize my niggaz I don't even wanna ball
A temple left idle too long shall fall
The stone the builder refuse is my tablet
Ain't no way I can lose when I magnet
Attract the proactiv subtract the stagnant
To he who asks nothing nothing is handed (granted)
My request stretch here to bangledesh
A mill and nothin less no chill not for a sec
In a 10 mile journey at 9 begins the trek
But from step one the God demand
respect
For one minute I pause I might reflect Endulge my intellect or involve a lil sex
Guess that take a lil longer than a minute
Shout out to the cuties on the planet I been wit

All around these goons are fallin down
Consumed by who the ruler who dude to run the town
Glitch in ya computer have you losin rude amounts
Wicked man maneuver simply movin yo accounts
Now ya funds is all down
While my stock is on the rise like the sun i rock round
The globe with microscopic probe
Siftin thru the amateurs to kick it wit the pros
Ganja make the mind slow
But mic me up and light one up and see where i go
I done seen it I blow
20,000 cuties holla free at my show
And I'm in love with every one
Unless the homies gettin some tho it ain't no fun
Yeah Horseheads is really where I'm from
But judgin from the shine i would say the sun