Travel Through - by Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle

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Emcee Moemaw Naedon and producer Billy Hoyle bring you Travel Through.
The entire album is produced by Billy Hoyle and is his first full on collaborative project. This will be Naedon's fourth project, but it will be the first where he is the main lyrical focus and features no other rappers.
Both hailing from Pittsburgh, Billy Hoyle was named one of the up and coming producers you should know by Jenesis magazine in 2014 and has released recent tracks with artists like Hubbs, Tayyib Ali, and Goldsmith. Moemaw Naedon is best known for his performances with his group Fortified PhonetX and his former projects, Circular Signals with The Latebloomer from New Jersey and the Galactic Brethren project with Brother Seamus from New Orleans, all a part of the Surface Level Records collective.
On Travel Through, Naedon and Billy's styles combine forces to form a 9 track project that delivers a cohesive sonic journey through Naedons mindstate ranging from metaphysical visuals, substance use, tales of reincarnation and honest real life issues meshed with abstract lyricism over Billy's spacey yet soulful production. !


released March 12, 2016

All tracks produced by Billy Hoyle
All tracks written by Moemaw Naedon
Artwork by Ronnie Hicks
Mixed and mastered by Tuff Sound
Surface Level Records


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Moemaw Naedon Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Moemaw Naedon is a Pittsburgh based MC and producer. His production work is sample heavy and dusty while his rhymes are poetic with a flair for the abstract. Whether on the boards or on the mic, he always delivers with surgical precision.

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Track Name: Idle at the Edge - Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle
drop the ego from the sky and watch the mind explode
the impact cleared a path to a winding road
so whats the purpose to our travels
if on the surface to the universe we just some dirt on a piece of gravel
deprogram brain from a digital dream
met the wolf trying to see the forest for the trees
touched many new lows through experience
life and death, yet not that serious
red crows fall from the sky like a cascade
dive bombing for the crawlers in the grass blades
from the start fortified signals circulate
we brethren from the heart of the galaxy
i say a lot when the snare hit the eardrums
organize my thoughts to reveal that i fear some
hit the thrusters off to a better land
and hope we don't land on a planet when a storm is at hand
we find comfort in the same security
that holds us back and leaves us wrapped up in certainty
emergency, another day about to die
lets watch the shadows of the leaves fade into the sky
not certain why i crashed and burned and turned up fine
im learning why i need to cross the line and merge with time
and keep it moving only losing when i hold back
and sit idle at the edge of the launch pad
Track Name: Launch Pad - Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle
launch pad shake when the pen hit
clenched fist, energy relentless
tremendous steady when we exit
extra dimensions where time get suspended
trained in the symphonic sun rays
unscathed but the road stayed unpaved
most days i aint crossing looking both ways
but i got eyes in the back blinking opaque
closed case, your set getting' flat lined
mics get blessed, beats get baptized
blast wide open mind channel vibes
low eyed phantom with the panther stride
offset gems in the gauntlet
ominous cosmic subconscious
at war with infinity
sorcery and divinity forced into symmetry

*i saw my notepad turn to a scripture
vivid rhyme schemes weaving the picture
this is my dream seen as a listener
sound beam drifter deep in the mixture

drenched, soaked in the sun mist
rain clouds break day when they untwist
break ground when the earth get punished
starved for destruction thunder in the stomach
covet notes from the stone pad
ripples in the river paint the picture when they float past
hold back nothing let it hit the breeze
sort it out, explore the route to inner peace
open case, breath is electric
hold weight like the word play metric
curve waves turn brains to a head trip
trained with the lessons saved and replenished
smash, micas getting' blasted
word wrath tune your cypher into ashes
turn back whole earth on its axis
mapped out galactic travel established
Track Name: Grass Blades - Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle
light body beam shot straight from the great void
caught the vessel by the planet where they shape noise
first one slick salamander skin slip
down every rock till' he found ground dim lit
thats where he stayed finding rhythm in the ripples
underneath the rock bubbles pop drops dribble
solitude till' the end, spirit transcend
to the bird picking worms just to keep the youngins' fed
never too much, gluttony good for nobody
on a journey wings flapping bird spirit current body
appreciated the skies and gave thanks
with a song from the beak from a tree where the leaves hang
loving how he could sing
but he needs a conscious state just to break away from instinct
next cycle round, body: beast on the ground
fur coat brown temperamental wolverine now

*never neglect, spirt, steer us many ways
only fear the path that samsara paves
grass blades, sharks in the caves
whats the next vessel when the body part ways
from the light that you hold long term in the maze
old soul searching sound waves

carnivore: devour game as big as deer
living underground cause its cold all year
body and brain wired for savage killing fests
slayed enough to feed the family but never flexed
clever with the skills, pulling food out the traps
not getting snatched from the jaws by the latch
used to sneak by the cabin when the lights where low
and hear the sound of the phonograph out the window
return visits, unable to explain
the comfort of the body mind soul and brain
next vacation found a fortunate realm
deeper concentration training broke the door to the cell
tool the first of many forms as a higher mind channel
trudging through the storms as a bipedal mammal
learning, developing, alert around the skeleton
and when the sounds merged with the words, purpose felt again
Track Name: Travel Through - Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle
severed deer head body lie beside the lines
painted by man bass slam as i drive by
a new time, they tell me unplug the tape recorder
had the same disorder since a young punk skateboarder
aint trying to hear shit, rather sit where eagles soar
above all the pettiness so high that i forgot the order
boarder line hoarder ceiling to the floor the
wax packed tight like a shell shoved inside a morter
flip a quarter, ill dip and take a quest to Morder
cause' ive been know to pick it up and leave and not warn you
life's to short to ignore the lights that might allure you
be a mind explorer, form and change the course before you
there's much more to
this than you can feel with your hands
and scientific convieniatly created by man
'told by man controlled by man
distributed and written bought and sold by man

*its not what you thought caught up in the tangible
doc brought the ink blots you spot the animal
followed the spirit to a clearing way beyond self
and sat inside the pyramid and watched the walls melt
we all felt so much unexplained
connect the dots, give it a name
change the lanes in tour thoughts cross the avenue
light crack through the outline you can travel through

i lead the hoard with a broken sword
and wrote the score worth blood splats shaped like notes up on the poster board
open the door, the ocean hit the shore
the potion poured inside this glass will twist your shit for sure
i seen a thousand hands spinning like a fan
i seen a mountain hold a crowd and then amount to sand
it wasn't meant to last, they wasn't meant to stay
so many of us say its fucked up anyway
i seen the sound waves, they always on display
full color spectrum visual array
i seen the plans i made fade into the maze
the blue sparks spray when the pen hit the page
i seen the other side its hard to describe
it involves beings that you cant personify
a language unknown never before heard
but somehow i recognized every single word
Track Name: The Digital Wolf - Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle
run pound salt when the flames engulf
the hell hounds take form of the digital wolves
the pivotal birth occurred when the spinning of words was heard
splintering boards when the every curved
im pinning you nerds to wheels for the dagger practice
stagger backwards backflip and catch a hatchet
cant hack it its savage unorthodox
i grab a cactus and bite the button off the top
i launch a shot across the grid through a vast dimension
attack your henchmen, we sent in Galactic Brethren
marching with carcasses carving through forests
we starving for blood of your sons and your harlots
earth gets parted stars break apart
when i aim for the stars and my rhymes discharge
rip hearts out frames, Kali Ma Shakti de
rot away in the temple of slime and decay

half breed half man half hallucination
half a acid sheet in my hand while the moon is raising
illuminating brain in aluminum casing
the movements fade like a moving train raising
i heard the pacing of the centipede steps
in the basement with the ketamine breath
smelled the hiss of the viper all senses hyper
saw through the mist and clenched the fire
you aint sick like this i literally got my fix when i watched the blood droplets drip
the monster sits up in the pit ominous
where the goblins built a metropolis
spill exhaust exhale fog crawl through the teeth from the smoke of the dimethyltrypyamine
rip the seems of the space time fabric its madness
the pixilated k-9 rhyme ravage
Track Name: T.F.F.T.T. - Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle
eyelids separate when they close gates
dream state fade away in the head space
black circles dilated, dark walls
not yet hit by the glow of the fireball
no time to wonder why, movement automatic
horizontal line dollar sign problematic
operate at times autopilot
light stay lit in the should got to find it
open the entrance to the residence
i see the trees but the forrest more prevalent
still the shape of the woods transform
like the clouds in the eye of a storm
main idea vague ever changing
the evergreens on the peeks rearranging
catch the water from the snow when it trickle down
sweat beads drip off the dips in the brow
human hands meant to construct
the feet and legs meant to work together on the hunt
so why we act like the grind aint part of the plan
through the trees see the sun peak over the land
the scheme, the big painting in the frame
i hold it sacred staying in the same lane
but the path curves and sometimes stops
where the leaves lay undisturbed by the rocks
twigs crack wings flap on the dispatch
think back when the roots grew through the ash
thought it might be impossible to build it up
still don't know if the earth lay still enough
still im up when the sun cut through the trunks
no matter what cant stop when i had enough
the helicopter seed pods spin in the breeze
to build the forest i try to see for the trees
born to see more than what disorder breeds
explore the scene uphill where the border leads
theres more than meets the eyes of the hawk
the shadow on the green canopy float across
with the kills in the claws headed back to the nest
i wont exhaust all the skills in my set
spread it thick, lush and healthy
the quick route is a thinned out helping
the elk drink from a stream thats constant
flow don't stop in the motion of progress
offering life from death in the talons
each one need one for the balance
surrounded by breath clandestine
lost my step but i kept my direction
etched in to the side of a tree
was a map of the landscape incomplete
Track Name: A Quarter Day Ago - Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle
late night lamp light trying to get the plan right
reflections of the day shape the feelings that i cant fight
much less identify must get centralized
catch the vibe situate the thoughts and let the pen glide
fan blades spinning push a cool breeze
through the four corners that i choose to fuse together my peace
just a quarter day ago plus a few hours more
i was moving with many beings choosing to explore
the steel beams and the fountains by the shores
of the river with the clipper dripping liquid out the pores
the sun felt much needed
still wrapped in winter time pale skin up in the lab is where i usually keep it
it aint a secret i wont everyday to be a weekend
with my peeps who try to keep the peace and not just speak it
peace to Parker peace to Reason
cypher in the park was decent
underneath the tree we caught the shade from how the leaves were leaning
dipped with the mrs. copped a slice but they aint selling booze
but thats alright this evening don't need it, feeling cool
aint nothing running through my system but some coffee beans
ground down strained with water heated up, my cup steams
you never know when today could be your best yet
usually in hindsight we wish we would've known it then
i roll the pen across the paper till' the line ends
the choice is mine how i choose to view the time i spend
Track Name: The Red Crow - Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle
up in the city where the planet freeze
and the sun barely poke through the canopy
where the people talking more than they doing shit
speaking to me stupid acting like im new at this
they seek approval, kid, from their bosses
before they say that its dope they tread cautious
your whole team looking like its
a bunch of fucking sheep waiting for guidance
the space pirate in the earth to air you out
it turned out y'all aint worth a breath exhaled from mouth
so bring your skills out its about to be a tragedy
like some fucked up construction on a balcony
my rhyme spit venomous the style master crafted with the penmanship
you tried to sell your should but aint nobody buying it
you corny like a rookie act announcing their retirement

*this aint the same house that i used to know
while we sit back and watch it all erode
i cant argue that time is money though
and i know its a fact i aint got a lot of both
but fuck you and your one shot money scheme
i do this shit cause' it runs through my blood stream
unseen like the red crow
i cant invest in the company of foes

now while i smack blood out the phono graph
you need to sit back and unfold your map
what the fuck you still doing here
you trying to set this shit back a fucking hundred years
theres not enough beers to dump inside my face
forget about you fucks numb the pain and hibernate
medicate, i been in that trap though
i made it out, still choking on the shrapnel
i been my own worst enemy
since the first day thats ingrained in my memory
deadly remedies to muffle up the voices
looking back they was some fucked up choices
hip hop let the head breath
the head nod set speed that the chest beat
now picture this middle finger in my outré
while y'all sit and try to figure out your clown show
Track Name: From the Start - Moemaw Naedon & Billy Hoyle
where to start, mind paired with the heart
first breath of air it was there according to the charts
some say it spawned from devils flames
several levels measure pain
devastating family structures and puzzled many brains
small kid wished to live in alternate realms
saw no fault of himself not knowing he was following hell
would rather draw than pay attention in class
the wind pass through the clouds and his head floated with the draft
a lonely path self centered and not knowing that
the young years will fly by regrets will hold you back
took a pass on chemicals longer than most
strong willed but still not skilled enough to kill the ghost
that took control when he let the controls go
but you can never know how your story could unfold
his soul froze in space and watched the time erode
a ticking time bomb he let the pin inside the skin explode

couldn't see you then sure as hell do see you now
shoulda seen the end still here and wondering how
the question will remain can i make it with out going down
the answer will appear when its too late to turn around

what i touch take a devastating hit
escalating quick sick stuck up in the grips
fucking with this shit so much im in its clutch
never thought id see this side of life let alone live it up
realities gone im in the lost realm
i tried to open my mind but locked it in a cell
couldn't tell when i hurt or when i helped
self wealth felt when the dealt got dealt
and it did quite more than one instance
not figurative im speaking realistics
feeling privileged that i kicked it
life force given driven through mystics
had to destroy and rebuild
and stay grateful everyday walking uphill
but im liking the climb the pain fresh up in the mind
stay praying that i stay in line