Hyp: You are now tuned to the true working class and the fact is We ain’t the first, they’ll never be a last And the cash go fast cuz’ we living check to check But we hold down our Fam and command your respect And we blast on the stage only gigging when we can With a die hard acting up unpolished band And you can find me ‘round the way way Trying to stay out the dirt Real work, true blue collar as a mail clerk Where some co-workers cool and some managers bullshitting Intellectual? Psst nepotism Then I’m on the block Sunday sipping scotch with no gunplay The paradox of living Black in America some say We tryna’ move on up improve on us, But you get bussed in your chops if you snooze on us Big corporations love our money but seem to hate our guts Because of shit like this here. Yall know what’s up it goes: T to the R to the I to the P to L to the E to the A.V.E: we make it work Look: if you struggle and you grind but you’re true and you want the world to know yo: Tell ‘em what you do! You make it work! Louie Da Saint: Smash through glass ceilings leaving a legacy that outlast Any of our past achievements the last bereavement They’ll never be another three that’s as solid as cement And can hold a gold cast for the sequel My time cards like a ghetto pass for my people Its hard work avoiding being another stat in the penal Simon says: avoid a square because my action is lethal. Please believe it’s in your best interest to chill, relax & take a breather. Whether in slacks, blue collar, baggy pants and wife beaters, Triple Aves true working class if I’ve ever seen it Conquer and divide three regions roll deep like legions Forget the word play it’s just my manner of speaking Successful in a cubical on stage the same demeanor We eating: if it all falls to back to office team so it seems For now I’m playing for sport win lose or draw, I carry the torch for him her and yall T to the R to the I to the P to L to the E to the A.V.E: we make it work Look: if you struggle and you grind but you’re true and you want the world to know yo: Tell ‘em what you do! You make it work! Gypsy Luv: 5am Monday morning hit snooze on the alarm Time to go to work again now the weekend is gone Just a never ending saga 'cuz bills gotta get paid 9 to 5 everyday....damn! Can I get a raise? 'Cuz we're the type of people gotta handle our biz Working hard, stacking dollars, dreams of making it big Forever hustling in this game, 'cuz life's been cold Ghetto tales of broken hearts, just watch the ending unfold Believe that failure's not an option 'cuz we got what it takes Pray to The Lord up above everyday, He holds our fate And we are true working class until the day we leave this earth You can love it or hate it and take that shit for what it's worth We will walk with no fear and make our way to the top Staying real and true until heart stops Believe it! Yeeeaaahh.......

Louie Da Saint: Saint, the one to hold the burden on his shoulders Sippin’ bourbon when I wrote this but don’t get it twisted or miss quoted I still get teary but have to chuckle at your conspiracy theories so we dropped the Ambitions EP Seriously how could you not take us seven songs of heart breakin’ Triple Ave, request us on your nearest hip hop station From the Bay to L.A. San Jose out to Sac we been on the map bridging the gap between Hip-Hop and Rap not your normal underground Hip-Hop Rap or Neo-Soul it’s more like a hit from a blunt that’s tightly rolled so here we go again with more focus then alcoholics in double A practicing soberness toasting with mimosas avoiding eviction notices Mid-West , and East Coast in this a couple of yall all right but yall really can’t come close to this so keep your mouth shut or you too can get dosed quick it’s Triple Ave, Gypsy Luv, Louie Da Saint and Hyp___ Chorus: Reconoce ques es ave Triple Muevate sus manos y su cuerpo No es nuevo esta aqui por anos Es los tres que corremos esto Hyp: They call me Hyp and I’m swift with a capital S finessed myself in the East got wealth in the West suggest satellites to see me but I’m on stealth I smell sour in your voice but that’s not gonna help They tell tales on the scene and say they seen me like Sasquatch some of yall been acting kinda’ funny since we last talked yeah my old crew broke up but we’re still cool it’s YALL that always seemed a little funny and still do But this is how it is and what is shall be ___ changed and manifested to what you now see Peep the logo the big__ A and small three I got a real brown dime piece a lawyer to be See: I tell it how it is: commercial rappers they still bling and these underground herbs: recognize I’m the real thing but Hyp Saint and Gyps: Triple Ave is the pronoun with 4 pound kick, when we spit it’s a showdown! Chorus: Reconoce ques es ave Triple Muevate sus manos y su cuerpo No es nuevo esta aqui por anos Es los tres que corremos esto Gypsy Luv: One two three Gypsy Luv that’s me and The Trinity on deck known for blazin’ them stages we’re writing books some suckaz are shook and now they’re feeling the rage turn the page slowly and get a glimpse of the underground microphone fiends who got some real____ to say Boston St. Louis and I’m reppin’ The Bay Kicking knowledge andd such for some it may be too much But if you fools step outta line believe you will get touched Chorus: Reconoce ques es ave Triple Muevate sus manos y su cuerpo No es nuevo esta aqui por anos Es los tres que corremos esto

Hyp: What I say is for real. What you say is a spiel This is progress regardless of what you call a deal I’m just livin’ my life, so this is just some advice Before approachin’ me with anything? You’d wanna’ think twice I’m from the places you see only on screens and tv A far stretch from what execs push to sell them cds Listen: there’s Love and there’s hate. Only a few can relate But there’s genuine hood pride. Only a few can relate And if you can’t? Then Kick rocks, your probably prayin’ it stops But me and mine are front line whenever the s___ pops So if you with us? You with us. And if you was? Your quitters But f___ it, now your gonna’ here from some certified spitters T.R.I.P.L.E.A.V.E cool calm cats With three capital C’s who happen to be Seminole Choctaw and Cherokee The realest modern day warriors that you would ever see So never mind the videos and clothes, cause’ Lord knows When you leave this life? All you got is your soul And for sho’ everbody wanna’ make that dough But don’t compromise your character and fake that flow We authentic and ain’t s___ sweet, consider me a diabetic And it gets deep, it could bury you if you let it I get no sleep and don’t miss a thing: forget it! But in these streets? I realize we’re all precious. Bridge Louie Da Saint: Our peoples gettin killed Over Loose Change in the Couch, And did them rains put out the Klan's burning flames in the south? An would I still be me? With gold thangs in my mouth? With a chain that cost more the my grandma's House? An would the Ladies still wanna make love to me? If i was minimum Wage Bagging them groceries And i know I'm not where I'm supposed to be But i know I'm on the path that was choose for me opening Doors, Doors, Doors, Doors, Doors, Doors, Doors opening Doors, Doors, Doors, Doors, Doors, Doors, Doors Yep! Since Nine Six I been a Savage about mines, Missed the bus a couple time , ten years later Triple Ave's time too shine Another day a different grind, Local Shows, Cd Sales And a Different State of mind Another Vision, Even though Bush Got us Imprisoned my Ambitions are still the same.... They call me Saint, But you can right the check to my Government name Its all love in the same.... Just time to step up the game. Gypsy Luv: They say that this is the Life. For ever stayin’ on that grind workin’ 9 to 5 You know we sell out them shows, but no! We won’t sell our souls ‘cause we gotta’ stay true to ourselves. This is the life.

I know I’m not the only one but my life is crazy y'all and: I’m lovin’ it. Yo, this is my profile and I’m stuck with it So welcome to A Moment with Hyp: Bostons illustrious. The hood philosopher, the classic soundtrack composer cat Legendary, but I’m family to those that know the cat. I stroll with that Roxbury swagger indeed With some Timberlands, black leather jacket, beef patties with cheese, but please Understand this: the music’s only a canvas My soul is the art, the paints the blood that pumps through my heart. I’m from an era that changed they used to bang over street signs I’m from a street with a name that explains why you keep iron I’m from the “yes yes y'all!” soul samples and drum breaks And classic spitters, so I’m laying this verse in one take And some say the art has been lost to the floss But gladiators fight for paper, a guardians for the cause And y'all know what Hyp is and I ain’t tryna lose it. So y'all can rest assured and sit back and enjoy some real music listen….. Welcome To A Moment With Hyp Boston’s Illustrious (X2) Yo, this joint wasn’t intended for no radio or clubs I made it so y'all can bug and catch an audio buzz And for thugs who appreciate and chicks who’s sophisticated Them weirdo’s will play it and them dummies are gonna hate it My network is about as diverse as the earths population Black, Latino, Filipino, Japanese, Indian, Haitian I’m not a dancer, but I’ve been known for doing the tango With a Pakistani chick looking like Thelma Evans with bangles (at Mingles…..) I remember when this whole globe trotter thing started My point of origin was limited, naturally I departed Shall I say we, that’s plus 3, my Fam and we crew Came from the Bay State, to the Bay Area, to the E.U And the P.I see I think Ken Kessey said it best ‘Cuz after all of that, I found myself inside the cuckoos nest. I got put away and till this day, nobody can explain But sometimes you have to go insane to go sane Them my younger days and Mashalla my family holds me down Homie, now I major in psychology, follow me now That’s a jewel I’m droppin’. Consider this wisdom revenue: The adversity you face, can be the start or the end of you. But regardless, I’m just your typical artist Whose profile’s modest and painfully honest I watch Discovery Channel, The Wire and Dave Chappelle And I’m fond of reading, plus I’m kinda freaky as well: I like belly rings, ankle bracelets, wide hips and full lips And if it ever comes to this? Access to full clips I’m common people, working class up in a cubicle But as an employee, I guarantee I’m the most unusual. My insight says we’re living in war time politics And Dick Cheney's lawyer’s helped justify torture and all of it Administrative arrogance, plus crisis of the spirit Makes it hard to miss it, I understand why shit is twisted. It’s a marathon a 24 hour 7 day drama But props to my Pops and Mama, I’ve inherited their honor But now I gotta shameless plug that I know is wrong but, For the rest of the story go to: Triple Ave.com I’m gone. Welcome To A Moment With Hyp Boston’s Illustrious (X2) Everybody in the club go dumb and shake your head till your brain go numb. Everybody in the club get iller and drink till y'all get, cirrhosis of the liver Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet (X2) Now I think it’s time that I make you understand The reason why I do this is ‘cuz I can: And got damn, look y'all, it’s time to come real with this Get on some grown man shit dawg and deal with this Cuz it’s bigger than materialism and weak music It’s about our progress: do we keep or lose it? And just to refresh your mind there was a time When they considered us currency and they sold our kind Find them minstrel shows, from blues to jazz to rap Let’s be real they exploited that too and that’s that and I realize that radio rap Is something kids like to dance to and even some adults in fact But when y'all get out here? And start doing dumb shit? Influenced by songs and videos dawg, I’m done with it Cuz them same mutha’phuckas that would be buying or selling you Are still pulling the strings y'all, I’m telling you Corporate labels look at silly ass rappers as revenue Thinking: if I had some talent that’d be something I’d never do And while I’m on a rant, I’m gonna really be brief It’s off topic but I won’t drop it cuz’ I got beef The next privileged and non-Black person I see acting like a “Hip-Hop Chief” ……..I’m smacking them in the teeth. It’s hard trying to balance the success and the cause That’s why I got love for Dave Chappelle, Mos, Common and Nas So y'all can: crank that crank that go dumb or whatever Get paid get slaved I won’t give them the pleasure Everybody in the club get smart! And tell the industry: don’t ruin your art!! Everybody in the club go home!!! And save some money if your ass so grown!!!! Seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, Seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, seek: Truth! (damn it!)

The moon outside is bright and smiling Stairways form from thin air and lead nowhere Leaping out the window and not even fall Don’t break nothing at all Fantasy world rules don’t matter anymore Walls breath and apples can talk Chorus: Sleeping Awake, Sleeping Awake Sleeping Awake, Sleeping Awake Blue bees buzz in lush flowerbeds The air so thick you could even swim Bounce when walking like out of the atmosphere Fears fade melt like snow in rain Feathers grow and wings replace arms and legs As birdsongs float through my head Chorus: Sleeping Awake, Sleeping Awake Sleeping Awake, Sleeping Awake

Chorus: Where do I run when darkness always follows me? These tears that I hide inside from all in my life never meant to be When I close my eyes island paradise is all I see Spread my wings and fly away cause my soul is free. Gyosy Luv:: Sit back and relax your mind Come with me and let’s go find A place to unwind so free Take it a higher then ever before Guaranteed that you’d be wanting more and more of that good life There’s no stress no strife Just good vibes and good times Some may say I’m just a dreamer But I’ll never stop believing that it’s gonna be alright living one day at a time Chasing dreams with arms wide open hustle hard and stay West Coastin’ Louie Da Saint: Momma we can whisk away to the white sands of Montego Bay Take my hand. please believe I'm the one to lead u in the right Way. Now some may say that this was never meant to be, but when your with me its the only time, that my soul can truly be free. Calm seas, my summer breeze through palm trees, blue skies your smiles like an exotic island paradise to me. lets spread our wings like angels in heaven that sing this thing... You and me, Seems to be more then just a get away thing matter of fact lets do it moving while the melody of the music is soothing Dueling not to the death, more like we was out of breath A duet , our bodies wet, Sweat like after good sex, Yes. Let’s go at it hard till we got nothing left spirits as one bodies possessed deep beneath the sunset with no regrets lets step and we can both place bets that this thing will be something that we'll never forget Bet! Chorus: Where do I run when darkness always follows me? These tears that I hide inside from all in my life never meant to be When I close my eyes island paradise is all I see Spread my wings and fly away cause my soul is free. Gypsy Luv: I let my mind take flight to another place in time Those few precious moments when I leave the world behind Whether I’m chillin’ on the beach down in old san Juan Or in a hammock on condo lying under a palm Ignited off them trees, lovely Caribbean breeze Latin missy getting tipsy off the remy and hennesey cause mentally I’m feeling oh so free suddenly these ghetto streets begin to play a symphony While I feel the bass line move the energy inside of me and even though they try to hold me down they can’t stop what’s meant to be I’ll make the most of every moment given in life And keep on reaching for the gold amidst the pain and the strife don’t get it twisted Cause everything that glitters ain’t gold Just be prepared for the journey and the stories untold you got to always see your growth and move ahead in your struggle Keep on reaching for your goals while your makin’ your money double Hyp: Mama!-It’s the melody so butter takin’ me from the gutter Makin’ me spit it with that rhythm that you can’t get enough of I musta’ felt the essence of her soul, for me to trust her She got somes guts to be bangin’ with this musician (no) Hustler? (oh!) maybe so….. Regardless of the title She seen me practicing patience in these streets, even with rivals cuz its: (one!) for the struggle and (two!) for hard times but three: for a get-away Mami its past time so: onge gostaria de er, you heard me? Word…me say it again: that’s me blood: Cabo Verde Its 3rd world paradise so pass a glass with ice And fill it with some rum and pineapple nectar We connect again with the land feel the sand beneath your feet, such a sweet Feeling from the past, but it seems they keep it out your reach That’s why we here, but lets get one thing clear: We can stack our cream up and we can beam up and baby: we there!! Come on Lets Go!…… Hyp and Gypsy Luv:: Seems like such a waste of time I’m steady on the grind, I need my piece of mind So baby lets go!! (repeat 8X)