Total Eclipse of the Smart

by Nawlij

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My independent debut album, "Total Eclipse of the Smart." Everything you hear was produced, mixed, and mastered by me. I put my heart and soul into this album and I hope you enjoy it!

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released May 31, 2011

Produced by Nawlij
Recorded by Anthony Harvey
Mixed/Mastered by Nawlij
Art designed by Nawlij

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Nawlij Maryland

Nawlij (born Ian Harvey II) is a 22-year-old rapper/producer from Maryland. He has been featured on XXL Magazine’s website as well as German hip-hop magazine, Wildstyle. He is currently working on Life Sounds Vol. 2 and is preparing the release of his first EP, Behind The Mind, for spring 2013. He is preparing to start touring the east coast by summer 2013. ... more

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Track Name: Wow
Son, I'm the nicest, when I write it I leave tracks lifeless
My style will make you smile, opposite of gas prices
Don't try and judge me, everybody has their vices
You tell me you're the flyest and I'll tell you that you siced it
I spit ripeness, like mangos from a high twig
Rewind this, listen with your ears not your iris
My fly kicks are nice, but nowhere near where my rhymes is
Pay attention to my words instead of my Osirises
Or Nikes, I might be the next greatest
The best haters can't mess with my vet status
I spend papers trying to get the next latest Ipaths
While I'm improving my nice raps
Yo, I'm moving ahead, you're falling behind
You must be out of your head you think I'm not gonna shine
I'm stopping the crime, atrocities y'all did to the rap game
Ain't no stopping me son, y'all will see I'm here to spit that flame

The chemistry between the beat and melody is heavenly
The sample I am setting free, setting the example
The bass is trampling your speakers, blowing woofers and tweeters
It's sleeker than a Nike sneaker, sharper than potato peelers
You can't see me like a broken mirror
When I get on a beat, my lyrics kill it like a smoking barrel
Like Heath Ledger, I'm a joking terror
Hocus pocus your focus you'll notice that my vocals are provoking fear
You're in a school zone, there's no smoking here
Just open up your ears and your mind, get educated by rhymes
This new age Dr. Seuss is surpassing you Mother Gooses
With your elementary raps, you got a brain either use it or lose it
But look, I am not trying to diss
It's just some rappers are glorifying ignorance
If you listen to my lyrics then you'll find it's hard to miss
I only spit the truth to the masses, yo, class is dismissed
Track Name: Hip Hop
Hey there, how you doin'?
The name is Nawlij and that is what I'm persuin'
I'll use the music to spread the truth and my views 'til I'm useless
Or until my uses exceed the needs of pupils and students
The pen is mightier than the sword, but the mind is mightier than the pen
Mental slavery is plaguing the people, their families, and their friends
While the one's who aren't affected sit and watch and pretend.
So I will never fall in line, I refuse to
That's why I spit the kinda rhymes you're not used to
All these rappers sound the same, you can't even tell who's who
You all wanna play gangstas until they actually shoot you
So what, I'm skinny as a toothpick
These loose lips will hit you with spit with more flow than cruise ships
I'm on my way to the top with no pit stops
I ain't trying to bite Luda but I do it for hip hop

I'm a lyrical arsonist, biblical in proportion
It's startin' to seem like Nawlij is rockin' in this metropolis
Sparkin' with my conglomerates, toppin' the charts, poppin' my art
A shot in the dark and I'll tell you there ain't no stoppin' this
I'm scouring the lands, learning how to be a man
I'll grind my mind and write my rhymes until the power leaves my hands
In less than an hour you'll be a fan
I'm too fly up in the sky, y'all just waitin' for me to land
Now I don't mean to be a hater, but I don't cater to the lowest common denominator
From Harlem to Jamaica, I'm dropping atomic bombs on these haters who can't stand seeing me shine
I spit rhymes reminiscent of Jay-Z in his prime
Look to either side of me and you'll be seein' a dime
A little bit older in age but I'm still a flirt
Now I'm kickin' sound waves just to make these killers hurt (killaz hert)
Track Name: Twins ft. Spazmodic
Nawlij:
I'm a Jamaican raggamuffin comin' straight outta Maryland
Got more bite than Scruff McGruff fightin' the Taliban
An American, proud to be grounded in Germantown
My roots run deep like Kunta, keep in G, got no time to clown
My frown is barely seen, beam optimism in my prism
Isms and schisms flow freely out the concrete jungle prison
I have risen from the single-dimensional state of mind
Kindly find me spreading love to all races, various faces
Breakin' braces, barriers, homeostasis with my words
That is my basis, gift and curse, no bullet casings in my verse
My prose is rosy, I keep it true for my homies
Only show what I know from experience not just from TV
They cannot see me, I Wonder if they're Stevie
My timing with the rhyming makes my job look easy
We're essential to the game like Kobe to the Lakers
It's Nawlij and Spazmodic comin' straight outta Jamaica

Spazmodic:
Steppin' off the plane with Dalton dirt on my shoes
Hauling verses across the Earth just like the bird does the flu
Skimming curd off my soup, you heard on the news
That Spazmodic and Nawlij are brothers, I guess you're learning the truth
We're like two troops in a herd, using the verb
To describe what occurs in the booth, murder
I go from Goshen to the ocean and end up on a cruise
Sittin' up in my room, like a broom get swept away by the boom in the bass
Increase the volume, stretch the threshold of the decibels in the instrumentals out like a tube sock
The family tree is so big, you can feel the roots rock
To see the top, you gotta keep your head up like Tupac
An amazing race of survivors and providers, if you're with me hold your lighters to the sky and pop a cider
Give me a "J" so loud it can be heard in space
Followed with the "A-M-A-I-C-A"
We may play in a slow pace, but we spice things up like Old Bay
So everything is "Irie", that means "Okay"
You feel no pain when the music hits
In my expert opinion, that's the best part of it
If you look hard enough, you can see the heart in it
We started out in a dark place now we are starts
Shifting into quasars, slay beats when we lay sick (Lasik) lyrics
Firing lazers
Track Name: Enter The Night
Enter the night, darkness envelopes the bending of light
Masculinity's unseen when you're fending off fright
I'm ending the plight, the crack raps, trapping's a fad
Slangin' a bag of blackened schwag while you're yappin' 'bout swag
Your rapping ain't rad, you know it so you throw on your diamonds
Riddle me this, flip off the switch, now who's shinin'?
In the darkness you can only judge by what you can hear
Instead of your eyes use your ears, you'll see I'm wise beyond my years
I rhyme the real, the radio sounds like Aesop's fables
But I guess that's what we get for trusting corporate labels
I'm the light at the end of the tunnel, see I'm a lyrical bundle of joy
Make you hail Mary like Daniel McCoy
Now you're singing defeat, 'cause I'm bringing the heat
Hotter than sparking up coals in India, stinging ya feet
I'm gettin' headaches listening to the silliest beats
I'm about to give rap heart attacks just like Jimmy the Greek

My rhymes will hurt ya, I'm bouncing off the walls like the Prince of Persia
My poetry is in motion, can't be stopped like the law of inertia
An object at rest will stay at rest, so you better put some force in your lines if you wanna compete with the best
A verbal test, study lyrics I wrote like cliff notes
Cleaner than chrome, words are deeper than catacombs
Cataclysmic catalytic converters, adjectives and verbs
Flippin' beats and verses instead of flippin' burgers
Flippant persons that you've never heard of
Steady rippin' beats that knock hard, breaking backs and cracking sternums
Anatomical biological warfare, other rappers are fake like toupees made out of horse hair
It's unfair to put me on the same level as these other young cats who burst into the mainstream and revel
In the fact that they're getting paid in gold chains
You'll never see me sell out or outsold in vain
Track Name: Fool's Gold
We all fiend for the dollar signs, gotta buy more stuff
People willing to murder over paper, call it Warbucks
Materialism is the new imperialism, you gotta have the most so you can boast
You gotta have the coat to match the boots, while hoping that the loot exists
To make it through the week without skipping food as a stupid wish
It's killing you just to look the freshest
Was it really worth it, did you really get what you expected?
And I'm willing to bet, half the people listening are living in debt and still will fill in a check
To buy a little respect in the form of gold chains
Got you bending over backwards like the Cirque du Soleil
Buy bottles of Rose when you hardly can hold cake
Yo I'm sorry but no way will my pockets be so fake
I ain't got much but I can promise this
I'm 'boutta make them dollars circulate like communists

Brothers will stick you for your cheese, stay quick to get a piece
Cake never get it free, stack scrilla 'til a million bills no longer have a fee
Til' my mom can travel free, 'til my brothers in the gutter ain't gotta rob to have a feast
Let the dollars circulate, 'til my pockets percolate
'Til my wallet's got a taste of that paper with a face
It's what we all say, we wanna be the richest in the room
'Til it's time to carry riches to our tombs

When brothers get hungry, best believe it ain't funny
Basically you better be prepared to leave without your money
'Cause a bullet to the tummy is a real possibility
Leave you body with a chilly freeze just to get some Mickey D's
The fiends smoking on some sticky trees, sobriety's a foreign concept
Holding heat's the only freedom seen up in the projects
Waiting for the first of the month to burst with the guns
Greed can make you do some crazy things
Making cream can leave some corpses, that fat lady sings
The end of another chapter, just because of the green they were after Now another mother is crying alone at home
Nothing can bring her baby back, just because a junkie taking crack wanted to make some crazy stacks
Now who of all people can ever deny that this is the root of all evil?

Brothers will stick you for your cheese, stay quick to get a piece
Cake never get it free, stack scrilla 'til a million bills no longer have a fee
Til' my mom can travel free, 'til my brothers in the gutter ain't gotta rob to have a feast
Let the dollars circulate, 'til my pockets percolate
'Til my wallet's got a taste of that paper with a face
It's what we all say, we wanna be the richest in the room
'Til it's time to carry riches to our tombs
Track Name: Stage Fright (Interlude)
Lights down low, thoughts getting quiet but my mic's loud though
Skinny kid, a hundred and forty-five pounds bro
My heartbeat is racing but to my mind it sounds slow

I can feel the eyes of the crowd staring into my soul
What it will reveal, not even God knows
I've been dreaming of this moment ever since a snot-nose
And if I choke now then it's the end of the road

So now I'm staring in this microphone about a hundred miles from home
I'm thinking to myself, "I made it this far just to die alone?"
The mic is my weapon so there's no half steppin'
If I jump now I'll either fall to hell or fly to heaven

So now the beat's volume's up and my feet wanna run
But I can't so I stand and face the crowd like a man
And my palms are getting sweaty and my throat is feeling heavy
Any thoughts of failure are multiplied by the eyes of many

It's do or die time, I must remember my lines
I open up my mouth and not a word comes out
What now?
Track Name: Get Away
Is this all a dream?
Is this reality or am I thinking what I'm seeing?
Will I just magically awaken from this painful scene?
And if I do will I have even learned anything?
Sometimes I sit around and wonder what's the point
I don't want to give up but do I even have the choice?
If I speak, do I even have a voice?
I try and seek for a meaning just to fill an empty void
I try not to fall into the pressures of normality
But every day that passes has me feeling like a casualty
To those around me they just brush it off so casually
So naturally I'm feeling out of place in this reality

I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away

I gotta get away, to reach some better days
'Cause in my future here all I'm seeing is skies of grey
I need a hideaway, to keep my mind at bay
Because the thoughts it's telling me are blinded by the rage
My life's an open book, I'm trying to turn the page
Or maybe it's a job and I'm earning minimum wage
But I've been working hard trying to get to that promotion
But I'm only one in a billion swimming in the ocean
But Imma never stop, because this is my passion
I haven't reached my goals 'til my name is up in lights, flashing
The future is unclear, and the road is misty
But if you're feeling how I'm feeling com and sing it with me

I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away

I can't close my eyes, all I'm seeing are lies in disguise as my life
As I look back and think of what I could've done differently
The mystery of hindsight is bringing back the misery
Guessing turns, lessons learned, everything's a maze
Lessen burns by experiences of endless days
I creep through my solitude I know I must prevail
Unveil my true being as my wounds become stale
The holy grail is a metaphor in my mind
I climb the ladder up until I reach the divine
I find myself trying to separate the night and day
Just to stop these nightmares, spread my wings and fly away

I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
I gotta get away, I, I gotta get away
Track Name: The Message ft. The Th3rd
Nawilj:
June 20th, the year is 1990
In the hospital delivery room is where you'd find me
Blindly the doctors and the nurses passed by me
Another black baby, probably in jail by 19
Never could they guess what the future had in store
Growing up with the bravery of a matador
Basically couldn't ask for more, from my parents I always had support
That's more than what others could've imagined so I used it to my advantage
Pushed my music out through the internet, had a couple homies that were feelin' it
Had to go independent 'cause these wack label heads think I'm joking
But I meant it, never outspoken, a pretty humble dude
Avoided trouble too, but it always seemed to follow me
Even when I'm juking left to right like I was slaloming
Honestly, I just wanna make an impact on music and reduce the unnecessary like Slim Fast
I'm bringing hip hop back to life, you can call me a stimpack

The Th3rd:
My s***'s below sea level, way past underground
From the roots, organic to the pound
Man, these 52 weeks, 300-something days
Brought the stress and the best out of n****'s see the rage
Bulls*** on parade, but I'm marching with the truth
Put my eyes on the city, see the snow covered roofs
Now you know I'm back home, skinny bones reside
In my soul, hormones man, life's a ride
No airbags, and you can motherf*** a seatbelt
No steering wheel, destination dodge Hell
But the horror's just a tease to get your juices flowing
Put your skull to good use and get your ears open
Personify the young black youth and all the motions
I keep it in my head, use it 'til my last moment
That's why they give me beats to euthanize and keep going
But what we do is all peace, EQ the beat up and send it to the streets, I'm out
Track Name: Supposed to Be
I bring Jamaican heat, 96 degrees in the shade
Fahrenheit not centigrade, my rhymes are fresher than Glade
Or maybe Febreeze, tricks up my sleeve, begging me please
To show some mercy on the mic and leave the beat in one piece
I got the streets on a leash, I am so underground
I ain't gotta move the pounds, I got you moving to the sound, what
College kid mentality, lyrical fatality
Rappers in my face, acting like they wanna battle me
I got reggae roots, I just happen to rap
Even Bob Marley's kids got hip hop on their tracks
You slip slop in your raps, while thinking nobody notices
My flow is unpredictable, hittin' ya in ya noseses
The chosen kid is Nawlij, knowledge is power
Hours of college classes give thoughts and raps that devour
The boss is back and I'll shower my greatness in your faces don't be sour
Realize the game is mine for the taking, what

I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth
Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat
I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me
Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be
I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth
Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat
I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me
Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be

Man it's insane how these lyrics are bangin' your brains
Bag the remains and drag them from the back of a train
Rappers they're slain when they catch a glance of ya mayne
No prescription, I'm addictive like crack in ya veins
No, I am not a gangsta, I am not here to kill ya
My fashion sense is not flashy but my lyrics will sting ya
I come from a pack of activist rappers who have a passion for lashing out magic adjectives casually through ya speakers
Your running outta time, and running outta rhymes
You got nothing to say, you're something like a mime
I'm not bluffing or fake, I'm nothing like a lie
Y'all got no future like organized crime
And I'm holding my shine, sorta like a lightbulb
Y'all lost in the night(Knight), sort like Michael
It's a cycle, kinda hyper
While I'm getting smarter, y'all gettin' trifler
Now bring it right back, bet you didn't catch everything in that rap
Let me slow it down for you, my words got weight, 'bout a pound or two
Y'all must be high like the sounds of flutes, go deal with your munchies, chow on food
I feel like some of y'all don't know what music is so you better get used to this

I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth
Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat
I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me
Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be
I am not impressed by the diamond chains and the golden teeth
Emcees no longer judged by their lyrics but how they hold their heat
I'm feeling the iron grip of this industry, it's choking me
Things are how they are but they aren't the way they're supposed to be
Track Name: Waiting for You ft. Ganso
Nawlij:
This is the beginning, there will be no ending
So if you were hoping for a happy one then stop pretending
Wake up! Just because you can dream, don't make you the next Martin Luther King
These rappers delusional, they must be trippin' off that fungus
But I don't need no shrooms to blow up like Nintendo plumbers
Dumb ones tell me that my raps are too fast
My vocabulary goes over their heads, they can't catch
Lyricism can't match the way that I blast past
You stay saying you're the s*** but all you do is pass gass
Honestly, I'm not just in it for the broccoli
I pull out my pen and pad and Hiroshima bomb a beat
I got bigger shoes to fill, kinda like Obama's feet
Little kids in every ghetto smoking on that chronic weed
It's a vicious cycle, instead of reading books they're filling rifles
They feel they have no hope so those the people that I write for

I turn on my radio every day to listen to the love of my life slowly fade away
If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say?
I'm waiting for you
Over the years the quality has done nothing but degrade
The ones in the spotlight deserve to be in the shade
If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say?
I'm waiting for you

Ganso:
Whatever happened to the storyteller era, the quick wit, rhymes sharper than a sword bearer
Not simple written metaphors and one liners
That people won't remember like short term memory loss
For dumb rhymers, poorly written raps that even they themselves consider crap
But we continue on as if we wanna listen to that
So I just blast the old school, waiting for the return like Jafar 'cause those chumps
Truly left a mark, they truly left a scar
It's funny how we always relate though there are
A level so far no space ships or alien s***
Just the real essence of hip hop leaking out of every borough
When the song was over we quickly hit rewind
Just admiring the true alignment of the stars
But now intelligence is out, how f***in' bizzare
Rappers today will never come close, no cigar

Nawlij:
I turn on my radio every day to listen to the love of my life slowly fade away
If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say?
I'm waiting for you
Over the years the quality has done nothing but degrade
The ones in the spotlight deserve to be in the shade
If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say?
I'm waiting for you

Don't contaminate my flow son, this is my art
I spit it from the start to finish, I empty my heart
Hip hop energy runs swift through my soul
My verse could drive from MD to NY and never have to pay toll
The 301 is my home, but don't jump the gun
My music is about where I'm going and not where I'm from
Not about who I am, but what I'm 'boutta become
Most rappers mentalities never rise out of the slums
But there's the difference, you ain't got it so you're trickin'
I'm just trying to make an honest living talking to the rhythm
Some call it poetry and some call it spittin'
But at the end of the day it's what the industry is missin'
Man, hip hop I really, really miss you
It's a shame how you've been misused by those who have no back bones
Soon enough I'll have my raps known
And I'll be waiting right here for you to come back home

I turn on my radio every day to listen to the love of my life slowly fade away
If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say?
I'm waiting for you
Over the years the quality has done nothing but degrade
The ones in the spotlight deserve to be in the shade
If I could speak to hip hop today, you know what I'd say?
I'm waiting for you