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Words Worth a Thousand Pictures

by Hex One

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Marcomoto82
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Marcomoto82 one Love Hex 💛 Favorite track: My Story.
Euphonious
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Euphonious Lyrics is everything to a track. Not just a beat and how hard it kicks. This is what keeps me coming back to this album, and why I listen to it over and over without getting tired of it. Especially being a poet/lyricist/MC myself, if the lyrics are tight, I can listen to it for the rest of my days of living. Much love, Hex. Just ordered the Vinyl LP. Gonna be blasting it through my speakers. As I left in the message, you and Tek are on my top 5. Peace. Favorite track: Yes Y'all.
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runSPOTrun Lyricly tight with that new heavy beat jazz fusion sound. Def one of my main go-to albums right now.
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Intro 01:19
"Nobody knows who he is" "Nah it's not a matter of so they know who I am. It's a matter of knowing that I can do it you know. It's a matter, it's for me it's not for nobody else to see, I don't care if, I don't care about nobody else seeing it. All these other people who don't write, they're excluded I don't care about them, you know, they don't matter to me. It's for us."
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Yes Y'all 03:04
Verse 1 I flow to infinity melt the sky blow the vicinity Roasting enemies who say they're homies known to be kin of me Help them fly the shells held them high close to divinity Hell defines me myself and I holiest trinity Bottles will spill 'til I tap the bottom of wells Throwing darts at mademoiselle swear to God I'm out of my shell Do you spark L's with chron strong enough to rock a narc's bells Naw but I hawk bars sharper than voodoo doll spells It's all real but now the plot will start to get intricate The colombian cartel with the bosnian syndicate Brauds will get intimate with the dog pardon my french but The heart of my intellect is like the darkest part of the internet Hard to digest it goes over y'all like charters and jets Or scars your neck like a barber off of his step I ought to get vexed to get these thoughts up off of my chest Yo the arts that you authors offer are often awful at best I reveal skill with the steel quill who's the real deal You said I wasn't ill yo chill how yo grill feel I bet you're teething it wasn't dope if I ain't left you fiending And had the whole entire venue screaming like Verse 2 I exercise minds mic's get burned Hex electrifies Lines striking words like the third rail What I write bites a tweaker it'll either have him right like Sativa Or so hype that he might spike a seizure The pipe dreamer trying to glow bright like heaters Niggas hold tight before them cold nights ice the fever It's quite nice to meet ya yo it's bona fide that My flow's as live as when the poet Nas lights the ether Your bars feeble and weak I'm raw yo my scores Are like swords they all get temper treated with heat I'll let you soft rappers read em and weep Ya'll some offhanded cross branded non factors we the elite You try to test and it's immediate beef I peeped how You sheep be rolling deep I bet you that's the key to your sleep The street media dope journalist Who keeps the pen on lock like cell blocks that hold murderers You folks heard of us boy this the game that we play e'y day Tear it down and make the crowd say mayday Ey unless it's Hexagon against y'all camp Yo I bet that I can get y'all amped now sing the chant
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Verse 1 And for my dogs It's life or death when the viper's steps lead 'em in hell Treat 'em as frail feel my righteous texts read 'em in brail Is it mainstream to dream yo neither can tell We carry the same genes from the fiends in eden that fell Freedom or jail our choices through these alleys and streets Fuel the voices in the valleys and peaks that propagate as a Sound wave we're slaves but we've raised newfound ways To get paid and get up off the ground through crowd praise So play the music loud you now face the crowned Whose nouns blaze a mile above the clouds to sprout rays And get you around blue down days who doubts true Rhyme grace Hex already knew how you clowns sways My shrewd style's bru-tal you child's play But all these new smiles is wild strange the rest is has-beens With cash I invest in mad pens smash ten Before you get to digest the last gem The def assassin I'm colder than the specs in Aspen The flow that you spitters flex is trash bin so Let me shout and show you what this rep about While you sit back and just Chorus Cause I don't know Where I am where I've been where I'll go But I've never had a feeling like this before so I'ma let the music rock and just flow And I don't know Where I am where I've been where I'll go Will I stand will I sin will I grow I don't know Verse 2 I was exposed to the elements but I broke the code and rose to Excellence and now flows show prose through intelligence Do shows for delegates who relish its relevance While the jealous ones will seldom embellish its elegance Man fuck it this music I do this shit 'cause I love it While these losers moving units abuse it and take advantage of it And you support that right but not the raw rap type It starts with you the consumer is where the fault's at So fall back cause everything's a bit extreme Your big dream is a little darker than that picnic scene And trust son if I wanted a get rich quick scheme I wouldn't do it trying to spit sixteens Or trying to nitpick through six second clips trying to flip sick beats Half a millions clicks and finally some shit fits sweet Cats will sell their soul for fame if you won't ass kissing Whack spitters cause they got a bigger name and you don't Shit welcome to the rap life and son you better get your cash right There ain't a lot of money when you smash mics And for you half pints that got deals that life is not real If your Glock peels for rocks and them hot wheels In them streets thuggin' stunting within a budget But no publishing thinking this whole industry's bugging It's rough kid I feel you it's still true there's a lot that cats will do For mills through this ill zoo Chorus
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My Story 03:36
Verse 1 Eyo once upon a rhyme some time not long ago There was a little knuckle headed brat with awesome flow Yo he would dream that he'd get money and cars and blow But when he woke up this kid he thought he lost his soul His teachers said he came across as slow but they ain't know 'Bout the struggles that would bubble in his awkward skull Every morning like a nightmare walking to class rocking some Busted up nike airs no one would laugh but the Feeling was still right there homie didn't speak He thought the holes he felt inside his soul were only in his sneaks He spent a lot of time at home mostly with his peeps Would've played outside but it was cold and lonely in the streets Thinking why would God throw me in this beast And deep into the night he would hold his dreams closely in his sleep Man around the time the skies blew up his moms moved With music by his side as he grew up yo this is my story Verse 2 And then high school Came shorty was going through his resistant stages Distant faces fam moving through different places This kid was anxious so his style stayed inside Cause blazing by from town to town made him shy A loner who hung around his corner with a few friends Some were snakes some were true kin just doing The same shit that you would do if ever you've been Inside the shoes of students of the game trying to prove then That you and your bro not punks he grew status And traded his new balances for low top dunks Kicking rhymes in the lunch room just him and his mans For different fans 'fore they even had a business plan Yo they was mad young only pen and pads no one had funds But still they found a way to laugh and just have fun He graduated even though he played a fool Something changed when he went away to school though Verse 3 Right before the first LP and twelve G's later in school loans It was time to kill the game and put these haters in tomb stones He flew home his crew grown his plans in tact They didn't hesitate and started making slamming tracks The fam was back his world lifted but something shifted in his Brain shit was strange he started looking as his girl different He saw a lot of ups and downs smiles shrugs and frowns And stressful nights going to work rocking button downs Relationships would teeter in and out of danger From anger to see his pops treat him like a stranger The pain that it brought about was not a lot of good He kept it to himself that's probably why nobody understood He would spit a sentence and emit it in a song 'Til he was calm and felt as if his enemy was gone A chemistry was spawned this little nigga's energy was strong It was on as soon as Illin' Spree was born
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Verse 1 ???? So what do these words mean? Dope meaning like my brand new Mercedez Benz out there, my car yo that car is dope! No, this isn't a foreign langue, it's just street jargon. Chilling means to cool out, everybody know what's cool. Everyone has their own language you know. West coast, east coat. Everyone has their own style of language. Verse 2 I put your mental in a Vexed position this wicked exposition keeps you guessing The speech I flex could teach you lessons so it's best you listen Your best rendition I'll flip it fresher than prepubescents You're just a feast for the beast you're stressing I left you stricken Radically spit flows and give you minimal nosebleeds If you actually give your attention to these syllables closely I riddled the whole scheme with riddles that'll rattle your shit show Emphatically get dough and spend it like refillable proceeds Infallible mix ups blended with them lyrics you fucks with The shit is robust yet its deadly as diagonal wrist cuts The gig's up confess duke these scribbles had you confused yet You reenacting what Hex do's like cripples dancing the two step So move back cause it ain't gon' happen yo them raps you flipping Make you think you trapping but in fact you tripping when your lips is flapping And your act is slipping and the kicks are slapping cause the track is kicking And I'm spitting and I'm just running it like laps when ripping Is it an act of fiction is it a magic trick then am I gripping A rabbit inside of a hat when rapping or am I actually gifted For this gem I crafted full of backwards diction My definitive action's that I had to switch it with a sick abstraction nigga Syllable mix-up. Deadly as a critical wrist cut. What, what. Now go back to the first verse and try to figure that shit out son. Word up.
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Verse 1 I remember summers in killa queens still a teen chilling with Wild brothers we'd just run around rummaging stealing things Spilling themes over beyond the margin to fill its seams Drilling fiends with a couple bars of my illest schemes They would joke and say It's crack unknowingly growing The potency of my poetry when they chose to play it back Stay intact cause catching me laying tracks is like being Stranded on planet Namek and watching a super Saiyan scrap Eyo we too deadly hit up my nigga Figub For a couple jigga jiggas and a rude medley I rock a groove steady veggie heads I've moved plenty Who's ready for the heavy true school new Reggie Here to blaze ya for those in doubt these golden sounds Will amaze ya so hold it down I be that chief scholar Leave your noggin throbbing like some cheap vodka Here to show you how to rock a beat proper word bond Verse 2 Yo we some loons two fiendish goons who sleep in tombs You get voided when we enter and send you to meet your doom You'll get anointed when I end ya cause when that verbal joint Is pointed at your center boom give me some room My street platoon is true spitters while these new dudes is Bruce Jenner shoes glitter beefing with their boo on Twitter But I ain't hating yo take it slow ain't it cold That if you rape the culture then you make the dough Everything is backwards my boom bap is fracturing your dome piece I'ma switch to trap and murder rappers on their own beats Once I start the hacking with my hatchet yo it won't seize There's no peace this barrel makes the marrows in your bones freeze Word up I've never heard of herbs that could hurt us Your circle's just some circus acts in surplus You put your whack verse versus us it's worse cus And I ain't stutter yo my rhymes butter
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Space aliens draconian Greys with a strange alias Uncivil reptilians who evade Pleiadians Drain craniums motherships that invade stadiums Crazed pagans and Martian plains that display gradients Crop circles in plain grain with insane radius Herds of cattle with drained veins and with maimed tracheas Ronald Reagan's deranged statement has raised craziness It's fate maybe this great nation was raised atheist But mainly it's to make your brain react and hurt your vision I hope you heard them zany maniacs could work efficient They spread disinformation first and keep the earth in prison Being driven by your thirst to listen was your worst decision Divert your wisdom with them camera tricks Equipped with manuscripts elliptic planet trips and ancient landing strips Gigantic shifts in plate tectonics and volcanic rifts Will cause you panicked pricks to sit and wait for Satan's magic tricks I stay debating how these cats is ruthless The only UFOs I know are NASA satellites that track your movements The only aliens is politicians and the invasion is their propositions Fiction? yo I got suspicions / The plots is missing from this equation But listen even freemason flee agents in this bleak matrix I know the search for information yo it seems basic But it drives you crazy in extreme cases stick to the program
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Verse 1 Eyo these gritty cops and Robbers stock nine millies glocks and rockets Surrounded by shitty spots city blocks and projects The object for silly props is logic cause big willies Clocking profits be copping pretty rocks and watches Live in the midst of intimate problems infants is Missing on scholarships in the wish for infinite dollars They link with ballers to these kids their mission is lawless Sinking but never blink so they think their vision is flawless All this hell is swelling my dome it got me prone To these coke selling zealots yo cause hell is my home This tale is my own let chrome embellish my bones Or end up as a jealous felon with a cell as my zone I know these options the only slot is my lonely conscious I blow these toxins for the topics that hold me hostage My optics coldly show me its lowly contents I'm just another brother that struggles to know these concepts dog Chorus Yo in my mind I get lost sometimes I fall in line with the stars In the dark through my thoughts and rhymes Then I rise like the sun the full moon controls the tides By the slums for the flocks who live their lives by the guns Flying through this broken sky going nowhere in a hurry Vision blurry from the coke and la Yo in my mind I get lost sometimes but then I find that I'm really trying to leave it all behind Verse 2 It's all about the Benjamins not the sentiments nowadays This life could make you demented depending on how it plays This vital stage has got us violent with primal rage Modern age steadily raids the global like tidal waves Yet it's all about the bitches in clubs dig in your funds Youngin's in the crib neglected make a living in drugs Slip through the slums with plots of copping pistols and guns Dodging cops and sticking victims up for grizzles and crumbs Now they're stuck with double figures in jail awaiting bail Sheisty players trying to slay 'em nightly praying they fail Hiding traits that might depict 'em as frail feeling like A minute in the prison system is as swift as a snail Striving only for respect fuck success crying lonely From the stress depressed trying boldly to repress It's best you listen closely 'fore becoming the next head For bread dying slowly from regret in your death bead Chorus Verse 3 We're bombarded with countless Objects yet most of us watch the constant Gossip and lies sex violence and nonsense Censoring truth with senseless news renders the youth Helpless confused and subjected to these ghettos and crews Rebels and goons crimes at deadly levels and tombs Grimy fools that's robbing dudes for diamond pebbles and jewels Avenues and settlements where crack is peddled and moved Dwellings where metal wielding devils seldom meddle and cruise Venom infused with nectar these denizens choose either eloquent Hues or blues depending on who views the spectra In the pursuit of loot coupes and extra it's never the root's texture It's only the decadent fruit juice that gets ya yo To me it's all the same cause life is beautiful but forged in pain Like a gorgeous orchid with an awkward frame That shit is awesome but it's often strange The way it offers blossoms that it brought with rain Chorus
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I'm Gone 03:11
Verse 1 I be up in the lab composing letting the minutes drag and seconds tick As I sit in front of my pen and pad just frozen Alone as I go through my pain I slowly focus my aim And let that hocus pocus flow through my brain Another story scripted I'm chasing glory like Berry Gordy Before he lived it but the basis of my allegory's cryptic I'm sure he's gifted what makes someone like him and I so Different though if I ain't winning I go gets it But yo it's twisted you either gangsta with a gat cocked Or an awful rapper and a cash crop all my thoughts Captured in a snapshot I'm just a human in the Truman show surrounded by some actors and a backdrop So is it even real the way my movements and my Breathing feel it's like I'm in a movie set with Steven Spiel With no escaping yo it's hard to find that dough I'm chasing Thats why my heart and mind are always racing The goal is patience to die old our lives owe No equations the rhymes cold flow is blazing son I gotta make it though this chapter on my own But right now I'm trapped up in the zone Chorus It's on I'll find a way out and then I'm gone I'm gone I'll find a way out and then it's on It's on I'll find a way out and then I'm gone but I'm going through it let it play out and then it's on Verse 2 Some of them emotions that just Exit out like oceans when I'm focused and my pen comes out Be some things that I don't even tell my closest friends about Like when my brother straight up flipped and pulled a gun Out on me and my chick yo this ain't no made up shit A metal slug almost filled me how can I still be Glowing knowing my own flesh and blood almost killed me Huh but I just left it in stride so all that anger and that Sadness and that pride I suppressed it inside But I guess I got a sensitive mind I started panicking in Crowded places people were like mannequins with shrouded faces Feels like my sanity is vanishing without it's traces But I just hide it in my silent stasis my will's Beaten the quill bleeding's the real reason My skills feel ill even it spills decent I'm still breathing I'm chasing bills like I'm thrill seeking But I could hear the wheel from the film reel squeaking I'm back to frame one yo I'm starting to think These images is all the same son but when the Pain's done I'll make it through this chapter on my own Even though right now I'm trapped up in the zone Chorus
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Verse 1 I wrote the symptoms of my own sickness I'm just a victim of my own vice Afflicted with this soul on ice addicted to the cold nights My whole life depicted as pictures when I hold mics Be moving in slow motion like the flickers in a strobe light The flow tight but with no dough to get my folk right We're rolling loaded dice up in this gold heist it's so trife So while you boasting how you sold a brick of snow white I'll spit some shit with lyrics dope enough to lift the coke price My soul is timeless so I never sold it for profit it's ironic Trying to cope with being broke when you know that you got it The road to growth be the motive for scholars but even those Who use knowledge to gross their dollars get exploited through college It's either that or crime I chose the middle path with Tracks and making patterns rhyme if that's the wrong route Then no doubt i'm prone to grab a microphone and zone out Then freak it 'til the speaker cones get blown out My goal's to keep it mad tight Verse 2 Eyo this mental pressure Drives me crazy cause lately all my days been melancholy I think I might be going through a slight depression probably From putting effort in this reckless hobby since a snotty Nosed kid hoping his shit blows when he grows big But the show's rigged and yo I'm so sick Of no one showing love still I won't quit or budge No interest in the drinks and drugs cause 'til I get record Spins and plugs ain't no spliff I could hit to help me get this buzz I'm just misfit with a grudge who clutches pens like killers Grip the snubs so when I spit you think it's clips and slugs Just from the way they hit you but you already know the Flow is deadlier than blades and pistols kid that ain't the issue It's that nobody cares my wildest fear is to put A lot of years in my career but never reach nobody's ears It kind of got me scared cause if I don't fly I may have to bid the underground goodbye yo that's no lie son That's why I gotta climb the thought of grinding out a Job from nine to five to follow dollar signs is out of line I might just be the illest cat that no one's heard But I'll live on through pictures captured on my words Observe I keep it mad tight
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Hex One Eyo I'm verbally quick active surgeon when I serve you these clips Equip 'em with third degree murder insert and we split Thirty of these dirty worthless turtle hermits we rip That's word to me clique furtively spurt a verse and we spit The burner we grip I hope you herbies heard that we sick Since birth to being burped my words will be slick Working with emergency shit I'll murk you making Mercury slip Out of it's orbit reroute it toward the Earth and we dip My shit's immaculate my steel is harder than a statue is Giving you chills the skills that I'm harboring is cancerous Whenever spilling these lyrics a brick is what I smack you with So fast you have to get a slow motion camera to capture it what Son I spit 'til I fade back to blackness Slaying them wack cats playing the back lacking practice kid Spraying like MACs laying the facts hatless The praying mantis still we kill you with rip tactics Fuck the wackness caps get smashed to ashes Madness show no pity slaughtering your captains Niggas so shitty on their track list my witty flows Could put your whole city under water like Atlantis son So could you manage? nah we do damage My crew's savage like two spanish Bruce Banners dog Yo with this mic apparatus I move planets So challenge my school the tools brandish Chorus Eyo peace yea some of y'all nice but the rest peep the steeze I get blood on my mic when I press these MCs We be keeping it real that's how we feel what the deal Oh you think you got skill? ya'll not ill son Skyzoo Elitist no pardon me it's More so fuck out the way when I barge me in They said they rarely saw five stars on a repeat Let alone a three-peat 'til I part three'd it If seeing is believing then the scales I be in Is tracing out the blatant and you Braille ID it Visionary riches like a record of mine And how I step on rewind became the trails y'all needed No step on the vine no trails of a remix Just everything you came for tucked in a safe or Tucked in a Goyard humming while the plane board A verse from me is that dressed in a Bape store Made more between giving rebuttals And becoming Carter Slade and ghost penning for others I'm dope dripped in a puddle on a spoon Recovering the bloom with your top five jumping out the room Chorus x2
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Hex One It's like I don't belong I'm too eccentric for the Regular folk to focus long I guess I wrote this song Knowing that I'd always go unnoticed and I won't get known And out of anger added clever quotes to make it hopeless for 'em Cause I don't care 'bout views I just make sure the kicks and snares I use are dope and share my blues with those who wear my shoes I bare my truths for you to analyze as art And see the scars left behind by those that vandalized my heart A simple thought could change your whole perspective I pour my Soul on records but the message doesn't sell so niggas won't respect it I don't regret shit but I kind of want way more I'm like that unpaid drummer on the subway floor I'm on a one way course to nowhere I don't care As long as I know my rhymes reflect what I felt That's why I hold these mics real tight right because in real life It's like I have a problem with expressing myself Well I guess that's just the deck that I was dealt feelings I dodge 'em and swerve my friends think my heart is hollow and firm I want to honor them but how does it work cause in the end If it's without a verse or pen I end up swallowing words I just wallow and purge making music in an age where What pays lays the blueprints and a dollar is first I look for solace and acknowledge this curse and just let it be Cause I could think this over endlessly or I could realize that Tek-nition It's like I'm socially minished never been vocally vivid I openly expose my feelings through these poetry sentences By writing these songs showing what my soul has envisioned Wove 'em with rhythm and hope most of you feel 'em but furthermore it's for me So honestly don't even get it half twisted Sit back and relax be happy that I let yo ass listen Now I don't give a damn if you respect it or like it / It reflects on your life? consider it collective enlightenment I ain't here for the hype or flex about some checks that I'm writing Or tell you 'bout some stressful environment which I resided in where they Scrutinize ya screw up the lives they take the youth and then they Euthanize 'em modern day noose and tie revolutionized The proof's inside the pudding putting my folks in strenuous Positions that send them into continuous conditions listen I have no problem moralizing that shit More how you ignorant niggas love to glorify with that shit So right before I bow and let the chorus drown in this shit Speak only words that's pure from out of my lips that's on the real Guess I'm trying to fulfill my needs kneel to my knees until I feel I'm free and try to instill my seed with everything he needs because I know 

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Fueled by today's lack of appreciation and the decline in the art of the lyricist, Hex One's latest album 'Words Worth a Thousand Pictures' aims to take a stand for those who are truly masters of their craft. Technical, yet with a clear and concise message and deeply personal at times, Hex One offers a glimpse into his life as an MC and the world he lives in as seen through the scope of his lens. Backed by hard headnodic beats, deep, soulful samples with east coast and jazz influences, and booming drums and bass lines, Hex masterfully shatters contemporary society's notion of Hip-hop being a lowbrow genre of music. Despite music itself being highly subjective in nature, he aims to remove some of this subjectivity and boldly proclaim that some art simply takes more skill than others and talent is most certainly measurable. The ironic disconnect, however, between this measure of talent and the measure of one's success poses to be one of his life's greatest woes. The album is thus presented with a subtle melancholic tone throughout, as he struggles to come to terms with this realization. The bigger irony perhaps being that he does so with the same intricate attention to detail and lyrical prowess that is undervalued and overlooked in Hip-hop's musical landscape today. His philosophy remains: if a picture is worth a thousand words, so too can a poets words be worth a thousand pictures.

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released October 13, 2017

Credits:
Intro - Produced by Chief
Yes Y’all - Produced by Figub Brazlevic, additional vocals by Noritsu
Where I’ll Go - Produced by Klaus Layer
My Story - Produced by Klaus Layer, scratches by DJ Proppo’88
Sallyble Mux-ip - Produced by Emune, scratches by DJ PhiLogic, vocal samples provided by Type Raw
Back to the Boom - Produced by Figub Brazlevic
Extraterrestrials - Produced by Drippy
Leave It All Behind - Produced by Type Raw, scratches by Loot Fattig
Flava for Ya Mind - Produced by Devaloop
I’m Gone - Produced by KLIM Beats
Peep the Steeze - Produced by Planet Ragtime, featuring Skyzoo
Energies - Produced by Fibug Brazlevic, featuing Tek-nition, additional vocals by Noritsu
All songs written and performed by Hex One
Recorded and mixed by Hex One

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