Story Teller Music

by Mista Min

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1.
My Life 02:30
lyrics: (This is… my life, my, life… tell you what I’m all about. Another day, another problem to face…) I lived a hard life seen pain and tough times, but I still guard my nut sack walking through these lines of enemy spy's that ain't even realize they double agents destroying my future like agent orange. I ain't scorin' it big, (my life’s) already envy, i don't know why they so empty, plenty to grind, so I don't mind, I won't find, what I ain't sought and player this can't be bought, rugged not a mayor or a politician, but caught up in the mix, always in this trench of struggle after struggle, but I know you can relate, no need to imitate, be you, cause you can't be nobody else, somebody told me how it felt to need help, broken man, broken hands with a stroke as he stands, alcoholic, turned to diabetic cancer victim, my pains aren't his… it's a shame how it's this... (This is… my life, my, life… tell you what I’m all about. Another day, another problem to face… This is… my life, my, life… tell you what I’m all about. Another day, another problem to face…) Man from the dirt, I'll return before the earth burns, my life is but a breath, I’ll feel hurt before it's death's turn, so, I know what it's like to struggle and bubble, fear, frustration as I fled endlessly, tears of mitigation while falling on bended knees, as demons surround me, trying to instill a coward’s heart, but I stand strong, depart you workers of inequity, may my enemies face death endlessly... Needlessly, they walk to Sheol, land of the grave, Leo devours their days, hand them life they stray, path of folly that I'm so prone to follow, please Lord help me swallow my pride… grown to just survive? I wanna fly to the highest heights, of these darkest nights, but my pain is my life, so I'm still alright, I said I'm still alright, my pain is my life, but I'm still alright! (This is… my life, my, life… tell you what I’m all about. Another day, another problem to face…)
2.
Miss T 03:23
lyrics: Miss T got a little mystique to her, she had me all wound up, I could speak a word, Yo, Miss T got a little mystique to her, she had me all wound up, I could speak a word, Yo, Miss T got a little mystique to her, she had me all wound up, I could speak a word, Yo, Miss T you got a little mystique ya’ heard, You best to never ever forget Let me tell you about little Miss T, dopest shorty I ever did see, Had beautiful heard that would amaze me and would ask me to no longer praise she. But it was hard to resist the temptation, when she touched me my heart would feel a sensation, sort of like intoxication, but let me refrain, from descriptive liaison. Fun and crazy, never dumb, never lazy, well sometimes lazy, but yo, she was my baby, Maybe we’d argue, but it’d be alright, apologize quickly after a fight, Homogenize quickly because it felt right. Let me emphasize what I realized, How it wasn’t love at first sight, but when she criticized, I didn’t think twice And could always speak right. Miss T got a little mystique to her, she had me all wound up, I could speak a word, Yo, Miss T got a little mystique to her, she had me all wound up, I could speak a word, Yo, Miss T got a little mystique to her, she had me all wound up, I could speak a word, Yo, Miss T you got a little mystique ya’ heard, You best to never ever forget Let me tell you a little bit more, bonita bumblebee would leave my heart sore, But it’s okay because I didn’t want more than to have her around and talk, OHHHH, “head over Nikes,” because heels ain’t right, Dazed at her sight, so fine neck to thigh, face so fly laced with eyes That could make me cry when she’d leave my side, but that’s too personal Her speaking would cure my hearting yo, interesting perspective though I couldn’t relate, but it was always great, beauty shone on her face, Now I feel laced with ill taste of sweet lips and minty tongue, Mhh, I want some, ill taste of sweet lips and minty tongue, Mhh, I want some! (She dug my raps, that’s how we got close)! Miss T got a little mystique to her, she had me all wound up, I could speak a word, Yo, Miss T got a little mystique to her, she had me all wound up, I could speak a word, Yo, Miss T got a little mystique to her, she had me all wound up, I could speak a word, Yo, Miss T you got a little mystique ya’ heard, You best to never ever forget Miss T, I’m sorry it didn’t last, but chilling with you was always a blast, Miss T, yea I know it hurts so bad, but if it’s true love shorty we’ll both be back Miss T, I’m sorry it didn’t last, but chilling with you was always a blast, Miss T, yea I know it hurts so bad, but if it’s true love shorty we’ll both be back Miss T….
3.
Find a way 03:05
lyrics: (Tomorrow I'll have to find a way, Tomorrow I'll have to find a way...) I had a friend, she became my "best-friend," but in the end we were them that sin. You see we had benefits and then she had him. All's fare in love and war, but my soul was sore, because above all I wanted more. Sexual satisfaction, sensual interactions, pornographic captions, phonographic rapture. Twas a sweet melody of lust, but please let me intervene... You see we both believed and new life breath, so she left he who was before, became mine and sex was no more and we sang a new score with heavenly chore. Or so we hope, she stays strong and tells me no. But I want those touches or thighs and sweet whispers with lying eyes, I realized it wasn't just demons inside, but these bonds with lies, strong are the ties to my flesh, though I strive, I realized I'm just deprived. (Tomorrow I'll have to find a way, to life the rest of my life, of my life, of my life...) But what about today? (Tomorrow I'll have to find a way, to life the rest of my life, of my life, of my life...) But what about today? Lust and deceit, wanna love that creeps and at dusk I see how my twisted fantasy manipulated me, false hoods become reality because it's death I seek. A foreign woman's bosom and maybe score a two-some, but refrain from my gruesome addiction as I read God's benediction. And pray the predictions of the soothsayers would burn to dust, but my sweet tooth is engulfed in lust. I indulge and trust, the heart of harlot who is fine, taste her body like new wine although she isn't mine, and I rewind and think about my girlfriend for a time, but rest my soul on another man's Dime. Then relapse and go back, handicapped and wrapped that attack, from back of the enclosed and capped brain, in my mind, of the stains from this time... it's too much to refine... this is my crime... To love two women at the same time. (Tomorrow I'll have to find a way, to life the rest of my life, of my life, of my life...) But what about today? (Tomorrow I'll have to find a way, to life the rest of my life, of my life, of my life...) But what about today?
4.
lyrics: No good, dirty rotten, underground we spittin' spot them. Go hood, fist'll rock'em. Thunder sound, the gat done caught them. Judas, friend, betrays again. Knew this then, but still it ends, rays of sin, spray their skin, embrace them then, marks their kin, dismayed sunshine, display Son's rhymes, parable, lyrical, spiritual, teach'em now, reaching down, beautiful beatitudes, heaven smiles while teaching you, traitor in the background, but I know this now, Garden of Gethsemane, best friend is betraying me... Harken homies straight to me, they all flee, it's destiny, seemingly and needlessly FATHER could rescue me, but hardly could this ever be, master plan, to get a buck, 30 pieces is nothin' son. Faster then workin' some, but dirty 30 catch the 3rd, Spirit flying like a bird, left alone and that's the word, hear it, find it, don't get jerked, backstabbers do they work, but suicide will be their turn... Gather round, the saddled cow, no more friendly banter now. Louder sounds of pain, the plow in the field, hear it now... That's my master getting scared, wish I could release these bars, settling down, the pain is hard… meddling now, I can't go far. Feeling like I'm loosing heart, feeling like I fell apart, sealing in darkest part, do I know him? I depart... I deny him, that's the truth… I said, "I don't know this dude…." "what the hell is wrong with you, I said I don't know this dude…." And he looks at me, his eyes say, "how could you betray me?" A roaster cries, behind me, I weep where he can't find me, I weep where he can't find me…. And he looks at me, his eyes say, "how could you betray me?" A roaster cries, behind me, I weep where he can't find me, I weep where he can't find me….
5.
lyrics: My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome And hitting it home! Real Rappers, speak no none, while we teach your conscience how to stay conscious, Bombing since ’75, this generation will keep it alive, libations to God make us thrive, As we revive, a valley of dead bones, an allay of said tones, with break bones hitting pavement, spittin’ real word arrangements, out ghetto blasters, windmills spin faster, cats know Min the Master. It’s a sin to match us, begin to catch us? You stay lackluster like fake gold. Blockbuster; b-break cold, called so because it’s too cool to touch, School that’s coveted so much, it grinds, like an old clutch. My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome And hitting it home! Cops stop us, cops watch us, cause they know we be them real hip-hoppers, From dreadlockers, to gat cockers, but I’m in the middle like Knick-knockers, a bit awkward like highwaters, but classic cool, blasting fools and attacking tools That asked to be schooled, by fronting to rule my underground, that thunder-sound that wonder crowns I’m holding on to the dream, to the prize, to the wonderous thing, Being made to arise, but above all things, communist cling, commune to sing and rap, Hip-hop is my political map, Lyrical spats like Tourette’s, are cured by the complex words I express, And I’ll mail that Express, or UPS, till you get what I sent dog! (what, what! What, oh yea)! My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome And hitting it home! Zip, zip, zoom, bringing in doom, Hit, hit whom? Lay it in tombs, Catacombs soon, HOUSE OF A THOUSAND EMCEES But they all zombies, pounding at me. Survive the night as I battle-rap and fight, Handle that so right, it ain’t even right, but that’s life. Smile wide as the cypha stabs the next advisory, His screaming, “hail Mary!” Pale and scarry cats get left like that, cause I’m def like that, At least, once their dead they won’t come back, I got my heavy ready machete, better get it ready if you thinking I’m blinking…. My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on the mic, be on the sight be, on the night beat, MY DELIGHT BE!!! My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome And hitting it home!
6.
We Ain't 03:48
lyrics: Same ol' story, another morning, arguing over the coffee being cold and my snorring. I'm just tired of the same ol' junk, feeling like I'm getting crunk. It ain't even 7 son. Walk away don't talk no more, get to work, forgot this hoe. Man Y'all already know... This how we roll.... Feelings of regrets as I disrespect, the woman of my dreams, but I stay tight like a seam and seem as if I don't seem to expect her to scream, But she doesn't redeem, this situation, an altercation, a reiteration of our impatience. Why can't you be perfect? I don't understand your crap! Why you even mad? Whys it feel like, She's the one that got away I know that's she's here, But she still feels so far away Why we ain't like, Saying what we gotta say I know what she needs, But she don't listen what I say He keeps on screaming, this can't go on. He's just not hearing, He won't be wrong... We can't go on, I can't go on, You won't go on... So then your gone, so then your gone, so the your gone. Discussions then lament, inclusion none discriminant, but the exclusion to what's pertinent is the cause for my impertinence, imperfect, but permanent, I'm working but you ain't hearing it. It's hurting cause your jerking me, reassuring what's been lurking in... I'm breaking it down, explaining it now, your faking it now cause I'm telling you how, saying it loud cause you telling me cows are full of BS, no distress over stress, Aint got no time for these threats. I will not forgot that you told me you regret... Our home and now I'm alone spinal tap cause pain's in my dome, final rap cause we both 'bout be gone, I ain't no sap, don' wan'be 'lone. But 2 rights won't fix them wrongs, both have heads that're too strong made them beds that we sleep on... Ain't no way we can keep on.... He keeps on screaming, this can't go on. He's just not hearing, He won't be wrong We can't go on, I can't go on, You won't go on... So then your gone, so then your gone, so the your gone. Can't go on, go on, go on, We can't go on, can't go on....

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Storytelling is an art form in itself.
The conveying of imagery through oral description and helping the listener understand and enjoy themselves as the enter a new scape is the goal of every storyteller.
Here I try to do that very thing, be the teller of a story through my music: Story Teller Music

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released October 23, 2020

Tracks Recorded and edited by Jonas „Jongenz“ Oberressl
Mixing by Marcos "Mista Min" Deida
Mastering by David „Skeli“ Gonzalez
Executive Production by Marcos Deida and Jonas Oberressl

Recorded and mixed at Primat.City/Studio

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Mista Min Munich, Germany

From San Jaun, Puerto Rico to West Palm Beach, Florida to Austin, Texas and now in Munich, Germany, Mista Min has seen and witnessed so many amazing and like wise tragic events.
His goal via his music is to share them with you.

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