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New Lyrics: A Billion to 1…..The Intro

Carlos Maury — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 12:00:58 +0000

In life, you’ll make a billion mistakes, die before you correct a million, learn from a thousand, repeat a hundred, burden yourself with 10 until you realize that life is the only thing that comes around ONCE. - LosEvolution

A Billion to 1 – The Intro Good odds.

Evolution Poetry Updates

Carlos Maury — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 16:41:24 +0000

Did a few updates to some lyrics. Basically, I am going through old rhymes for inspiration and improvement. Paper Trail and Loose Ends are my best work in my opinion. It does nothing when it comes to establish me as an artist because that is not my intention. I am not a rap artist, I honestly categorize myself as a lyricist for entertainment reasons. I am serious when it comes to writing and professing myself; however, this is not a career pursuit or an attempt to pick up a microphone and go head-up against other artists. I do this for kicks and to see if I can put myself out there a bit.

Take a look-see for yourself.
Evolution Poetry

Begin Anew

Carlos Maury — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 05:32:15 +0000

I’m tired of being the guy who walks around with his head not high
So, I light the flame, casting aside all things that must die
From the hate, the anger, the death, the demise
Of a character that tried to portray a vision that was not from his own eyes
I could give two fucks whether or not anyone walks with me after I say what I say
Just know that I’ll try to do better day after day
Because just like The Rock, no matter what I bring it
To all the haters, you can keep singing it
Singing all hate, trust me, I call you secret lovers
Because you ain’t hard, you a bitch undercover
So I let go of it all, even all the past
To everybody who’s a bully, trust you can kiss my ass
My life got hounded for so many years
And because of this I cried one too many tears
Mainly because I fear the things done and the things said
To me, I begin anew…to me, all other things are now dead

Sunday Thoughts: The Longest/Shortest Walk of Life

Carlos Maury — Sun, 15 May 2011 08:57:02 +0000

It takes a black gown that in the mid of May can be hot as a mofo!
Thousands of people asking, “What’s next” and you saying, “I don’t know.”
What they do not realize that you’re embracing the moment.
The moment when you walk across the aisle, excited to see.
A degree in your hand that took 4-5 years to be.
Even to those who took longer, you still get a shout out.
Because actually getting the degree is what it is all about.
2.0, 4.0, 3.5, doesn’t matter the GPA.
As long as it represents your 100 effort, you can boldly say,
I GRADUATED!

Dedication to the 2011 class, whether you are in high school or college. It is indeed a great accomplishment.

Walking Away From The Past #7: No Mercy

Carlos Maury — Tue, 14 Dec 2010 21:02:33 +0000

I got no mercy for haters tryin to keep a man down
In his thoughts, I learned all what I was taught
I invented LosEvolution with God’s help and guidance
Straighten it out better than Tick do a hairline, it’s
A vision, a purpose, a game, a goal
A revelation of my life, I preach it bold
Cuz I look at it as proclaiming my unstoppability
It ain’t nobody who can claim it without stoppin me
That’s right haters, I’m unstoppable, unshakable
Relentless, persistent, just say I’m unbreakable
I’m the franchise player, nigga call me mayor
Ya girl got my number on speed dial for any favor
So know me, Los, Maury, Iota, the Good Fella
Ask my girl, she’ll tell ya, “Ain’t no body better”
No mercy for the haters, the perpetrators
Look at part 5, homie, I said, “See ya Ass Later“

Walking Away From The Past Part #2: I Can’t Help It

Carlos Maury — Wed, 01 Dec 2010 05:03:13 +0000

You know me, Ole Miss, they call me Los
I’m the nigga that rep it up the most
The nigga that girls like to hug the most
The one who the haters really hate the most
The nigga that walk like he the most
That Good Fella swag from coast to coast
I can’t help it if I decide to boast
About my swag that people call me Los
I pledged I-Phi, and changed the game
Tried to make sure that Greeks ain’t the lames
When you say Iota you know my name
I changed greek life, yea it ain’t the same
iJig, yea GoodFella, smooth the swag
People step up to me and they just get mad
Cuz the real nigga double up, fuck the fags
Posted on the wall, ugly lookin sad
Cuz we do the moves better than them
Steppin it strong you know its them
Get the whole crowd jumpin at one step
Makin the lames think, “I ought to kill myself”
Cuz them GoodFellas always go all in
And they got a Greek rollin, we gonna fuckin win
I can’t help it if the shit roll like this
Guarantee any group can’t go harder than this
I can’t help it, not gonna help it, fuck that
I been straight go harder than the rest
I can’t help it if I go 100 hundred at all times
Homeboy I just try to be my best
Call a nigga Carlos, Los, Mr. I-Phi, or even Lo So
Haters know so, Haters act like ya know so….

At a Loss for Words

Carlos Maury — Wed, 24 Nov 2010 05:07:41 +0000

At a loss for words…

Ever wonder why that gut feeling you had never went away…
Ever wonder why you always say should I go or stay?
Ever wondered why those bad people always get the good breaks?
Ever wondered why you work hard to eat Mcdonalds and spoiled kids always eat steak

Life seems so pointless at times…
Why try harder than the next when you seem to be wasting your time?
Good things come and good things go…
Why can’t some good things come and stay… we may never know!!

Never have I ever been afraid to take my own shots…
Never been afraid to make my own mistakes…
Never been afraid to accept my own defeat…
But only once in my life have I had to retreat…

Retreating to REGROUP… not to give up…
Retreating to pull my feet out of the mud where they were once stuck
Retreating to regain strength and determination…
Retreating to redefine my own destination…

No one said it would be easy…
No one said it would not be tough…
No one said be careful about your decisions…
No one said that I should handle my business with precision!

But learning how to be my own man…
And learning how to deal with consequences at hand…
And learning how to adapt and adjust…
I had to learn how to move fast, and that was a must

Picture all of the money that you have blown…
Picture all of the opportunities you let slide by…
Imagine all of the dreams that should of came true…
Imagine those gray skies turning back blue…

See yourself being your own King or Queen…
See yourself being loving and kind and not so mean..
See yourself giving GOD his due…
Then stop questioning where ya money went when ya bills are due!!

See now I live my life the way I choose….
I have had my fair share of hard times and blues…
My life has never been picture perfect…
But the things I been through made me a man.. and made it all worth it!

Cause for God I’ll live,
And for God I’ll die…
Flying higher than any eagle or any other bird…
Looking back over my life leaves me….

AT A LOSS FOR WORDS!!!

written by: Da Good Fella

PERFECT IMPERFECTIONS!!

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Lyrical Rage Part Deux

Carlos Maury — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 05:01:36 +0000

I spit fire, I spit hard on my rhyme
Let ya people know that it’s high time
That Los let you know that he’s back and he’s spittin truth
To all ya lil haters, time to lay out my d**n rules
I’m sick and tired of feelin sorry for your a**es
Cuz right now I’m gonna school ya, shawty ya classless
Don’t b***h cuz I moved on and kept it grown
You should’ve kept your gameface on while my pimp hand was strong
This my chance to let you know that the ship has sailed
And your chances are basically “No Chance in Hell”
Lyrical rage at random, just like my targets
I’m puttin everybody on watch in this market
Cuz I’m shootin at anybody who come in my direction
Makin ya ass flaccid like a weak a** erection.

I’m Only Human

Carlos Maury — Thu, 04 Nov 2010 13:45:11 +0000

Realize that no matter what….I’m Only Human…Loose Ends.

Lyrical Rage

Carlos Maury — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 14:32:46 +0000

From a lyrical point, rage oozes out of my words,
Truly a lyricist, feed all the haters to the birds,
Trust me, these lyrics deserved to be heard,
Not the first, second, but the third
Time I stood up for something and got called a nerd
Got shitted on with a unnecessary turd
And now the rage is felt from word to word
But it’s ok, I’m gonna cut out the Plies rhyming style
To tell a story that is truly worthwhile
My lyrical rage is something that needs to be understood
Because of the way I tell things in the world, knowing I should
Break away from the norm, not let the rage consume my being
But the thing about it is that I have my reason
To say what needs to said and do what needs to be done
Because this lyrical ish, yeah, I do this for fun
But here’s a warning shot, flaring out my lyrical gun
My lyrical rage is my expression
Of my words, my rhymes are my ultimate protection