Morera EP

by Art Morera

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South Florida emcee Art Morera drops off his latest release, Morera EP. The 8 track finish to the Arthur Morera series which include a grand total of 13 amazing records that take you in his life, from his missions on his skateboard to asking what's the song "About". The grand finale on the Morera EP will be the first single being released which is "Dollars For Dreamers" produced by Sone. This song speaks to everyone who has a dream and all they need is a dollar to commence their journey.

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released December 12, 2012

"Small World" produced by Nixon, written by Art Morera
"LilSumn" produced by Nixon, written by Art Morera
"Work" produced by Draz, written by Art Morera
"On Deck" produced by Draz, written by Art Morera
"Sometimes" produced by Kiko Haze
"Too Well" produced by Yarlen, written by Art Morera
"Answer Machines" produced by Nixon, written by Art Morera and QuESt
"Dollars For Dreamers" produced by Sone, written by Arthur Morera

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Track Name: "Small World"
"Small World"

Mr. Nixon
Art Morera
Yeah
This big world is so small.
Round and round we go. (x2)

I got places to go, people to see, things to do and a lot of ideas.
I got places to go, people to see, things to do and a lot of ideas.
Go, see, do and a lot of ideas
Uh
Everybody in the world’s in their own little world.
Here, I was born high on an epidural.
The blade they cut my cord with wasn’t very sterile.
This world is mine but I’m speaking in general.
This world of mine is small, real rural.
One tenth the size of an NY Borough
Kinda like Vero Beach, me and my girl
Get ahead like an arrow, my hand’s in her curls.
Though I’m not single, all of us, plural
Get off the wall, like a buffed mural
And we puff marijuana
without a care about the bureaus Pullin’ my card, Tarot
last thing I worry about is my dinero
whether it a Peso, Americano or Euro.
If you want in, at the door say Morera.
Top of the pyramid, here I’m treated like a Pharaoh.
It’s like…

This big world is so small. (You like that?...Smooth!)
Round and round we go. (x2)

Yeah come with me, make money in the city.
I don’t give a bum pity, we young not kidding.
Got a honey real pretty and she’s in the front sitting
with the indo lit and with my window tinted while I’m chillin’ in the driver seat.
Make use of my privacy, try to see if there’s any police like hide and seek.
Gotta move silently except when making songs,
we ain’t doin’ nothing wrong it’s just that kind of society.
I’ma say we’re not the same, you are you and I am me.
No Siamese, but we all connected in Miami.
I’m what you call irony, didn’t see me coming.
I’ve been here the whole time, I’m the last of a dying breed.
We in dire need of something different, isn’t it inspiring?
Due to the inquiries we in the building giving something good in it’s entirety.
We’ll kick it for a bit but listen when it’s time to leave…
I got places to go, people to see, things to do and a lot of ideas.
(And I just want to stay here with you, here with you)
This big world is so small.
Round and round we go. (x2)
Track Name: "Lil Sum'n"
"LilSum'n"

A LilSum'n’ huh?
I’ma make an impact.
I’m going momma, pray I get back.
Can’t fall off, I train on this track.
Gotta eat, I’ll cater to that.
The category they’re placing me at depends on if I’m fable or fact
I left with a story and brought some paper back
It’ll pan out when my cake is stacked
I see the crowd’s face reactions, not stage theatrics
Truth is I leave my youth in the booth
In a way, I’m aging backwards.
On my own page and chapter man,
Yeah my bars getting sharper baby,
Arthur maybe getting more on point with his target aiming, blaow!
My style got your heads spinning like owls
If that is the case, you looking around? You are surrounded!
My emotions when I’m flowin’ I show it
Otherwise you wouldn’t know what
I’ve been going through I’m stoic
A poet, Jose Marti
A-R-T trade marking his artistry
Competition’s getting hauled away like carnegie
Steady on a real good karma streak
I don’t know how far my arms will reach
But I’ll go toe to toe like Dorothy’s dog for more rounds than an armory
Got a thick tall brick wall, guarding me from anything regarding me
If heads wanna ever do dirt like gardening
Arty be a monster in each and every concert,
I came to offer a LilSum'n to make you prosper, what!

And we ride, yeah we ride to go get it!
I’ma go get it! I’ma go get it!
I heard they want a LilSum'n
Yeah yo
Give ‘em a LilSum'n huh?
A LilSum'n, huh?

Make way for the honorary, my music is my life’s commentary
In every song it varies, when I got a goal at times I want it barely
Chasing like Tom and Jerry then fallin’ weary all up in the monastery
We got problems, I’m not comparing I just want time in solitary peace
Getting air to breathe, a voluntary leave
I think I’ma need a little therapy when the voices in my head are scaring me
It could be embarrassing but I’m not just gonna guarantee
to give it my all, and dare to dream. I’m not gonna spare a thing!
‘till all that is left of me’s my heart and my soul
my left and my right, the music I’m making the rest of my life
the past I’ll never deny, my middle finger to who’s telling me lies
fist of a rebel I held it up high.
How can the devil help me to fly when he was the guy that fell from the sky?
You know why I’m something else? Cuz I don’t have nothing else
Stressing it doesn’t help, I’m knocking on doors, buzzing bells
All I wanna do is just excel! Break loose of my dungeon cell
What I’m dropping in my two cents,
wishes come true. Which one’s your well?
I’ll show that I’m up to par, I don’t roll with a lucky charm
Life’s gonna shove me hard and press me down like tar under cars
First down’s in a couple yards, I’m the one in charge
The light at the end of the tunnel was so far, I was like “That’s just a star”

But we ride, yeah we ride to go get it!
I’ma go get it! I’ma go get it!
I heard they want a LilSum'n
Yeah yo
Give ‘em a LilSum'n huh?
A LilSum'n, huh?
Track Name: "Work"
"Work"

Check me out

As my life unfolds like a loose L or a J with a few trails
I must choose well
Let the ember that’s burning be representing the journey and the hit you’re holding in are the seconds we’re preserving
Now when you exhale, it’s all a memory it’s in the past
The moment is gone, dead and buried.
And at the cemetery is where we spread the ashes
And we’re headed to the most high.
When we pass we just leave ‘em to the roaches after you take your last hit
Going down coughin’ off of what you cats get
Life’s not a bad trip baby, fasten your seat and you’ll see
My name’s Art. I got Draz on the beat
On the beat? On the beat. On the beat?
Uh!
I got Draz on the beat, got my head on my shoulders
I got my hands and my feet, got my medical doja
I put in work! Work!
Put in work ‘til I’m done with
the verse I begun then put work in the blunt
taking no days off, that’s why I’m always on
I have no off days even my throw away songs go a long way
Longevity was the key but we knew nothing would happen until something moves
You wanna be a somebody, you got some bills due
You a nobody ‘til somebody with a gun kill you
My thought process so fast, it can dodge a fuckin’ bullet
from point blank playing Russian Roulette
Like there ain’t nothing to it
Pass me the heat and you’ll see
My name’s Art. I got Draz on the beat
On the beat? On the beat. On the beat?
Uh!
I got Draz on the beat, got my head on my shoulders
I got my hands and my feet, got my medical doja
I put in work! Work!
I put in travail, put in trabajo
Walk una milla en mi sapatos
I wake up every single dia mui temprano
We be mobbin’ like a mafia
We a Sopranos kind of familia
I feel like Lucky Luciano
I go onomatopoeia when I touch a new piano
And my momma mia brought me up hermano
I want her in a mansion with chandeliers
Sippin’ on sangria with some candles lit for the ambiance
Champion atmosphere
I’m the cat most fear, I just happen to be an MC
My name’s Art. I got Draz on the beat
On the beat? On the beat. On the beat?
Uh!
I got Draz on the beat, got my head on my shoulders
I got my hands and my feet, got my medical doja
I put in work!
Track Name: "On Deck"
"On Deck"

Don’t talk no shit if I get fucked up
or I fall, I won’t quit
You want that loud? I got it on deck
Lookin for me now? I got it on deck (x2)

First, I put the ball or tip of my foot under my toes on the nose
Then I kick push and coast
I flip kush for doe, bust a mission from Wynwood home
When I map it out in my head, it looks close
Ridin’ round in four wheels like an automobile
Everywhere is a skate spot, everyday I learn something new
Something bout from how you feel the ground move under you
I swear to God it’s like flying, either that or probably
Dreaming in my astral body, you don’t even have to Ollie
To understand where I’m coming from
Got a couple scabs, I don’t care nah.
What’s done is done. (Uh!)
I fall eight, I get up nine
I don’t wait I just grind all day and some nights
I’ll skate, escape. And just bump a tape
My name Art Morera. Let’s get something straight.
You see, I…

Don’t talk no shit if I get fucked up
or I fall, I won’t quit
You want that loud? I got it on deck
Lookin for me now? I got it on deck (x2)

I don’t care if it’s dark or not
Catch me in them back streets, alleys and parking lots
Sparking pot, barking rottweilers
I’m getting hit hard if I drop
Looking back, probably see the skid marks from the rocks
That we caught under my wheels
Stuck in my trucks
Wearing my bearings out and scuffing my chucks, uh!
At this rate my grip tape will deteriorate
If shit breaks then I could die, all it takes is one mistake
But I still push like my life depended on it
Knowing well that at any moment I could die on it
It’s ironic
Fire chronic I twist good and smoke
When things downhill on slippery slopes
I’m still riding in my 328i
But I stay shredding the city up
on my skateboard I don’t give a fuck
same way that I break a leg on the mic
it’s like a break from regular life, yeah!

Don’t talk no shit if I get fucked up
or I fall, I won’t quit
You want that loud? I got it on deck
Lookin for me now? I got it on deck (x2)


Art Morera…
Track Name: "Sometimes"
"Sometimes"

Morera

Sometimes I think too much
Bout where I was with who or what I could’ve done different back when
And why things would’ve been better if it happened
Sometimes I’ll say I’ll make better choices
What’s a point if I never voiced it?
Some said I’m a disappointment
and came back around the minute my joint spinned
Sometimes man, I don’t know who’s who
My name’s Art, you sure I knew you?
Said it was the old days, now you anew?
You walkin’ up to me might wanna do a U
This is my circle, there’s no room for you
to jump through the loop into my hula hoop
invite me to the stu like you wanna brew a soup
but when I’m on the menu where you at the venue?
Sometimes I feel N-U-M-B
Nothing at all, empty
It’s easy to fall and it’s tempting
You got a dream? Don’t let it down gently
They’ll love it when they get legit
Then they heard “I love it when you get affectionate…”
You can’t have my whole heart, just what’s left of it
Let me check if I kept a bit (if I kept a bit)
Sometimes I think too much…
Sometimes I think too much…
Of where I was with who or
what I could’ve done different back when, when, when
Sometimes, I feel I smoke too much
Usually when I roll my blunts
You would think with my goals and such
It would be easy for me to let go of this dutch
But I open it up, dispose of the guts,
I guess everybody gotta hold their crutch
Mr. King Mydas with the golden touch
You too, you know what’s up. Poison
Sometimes I just wanna ride out to my boy’s crib
Get a joint lit.
It feel’s like my home’s where I always is
So anywhere else is an oasis
Cuz when my bedroom’s four walls were closing in
I could not control it, feeling claustrophobic
Finna lock the door, turn off the phone and
if they ask what saved my soul, my mom’s “Hello?” did
damn…
Homie I think I’m crazy and I just wanna get Swayze
Sometimes I just wanna disappear
Cuz it feels like no one’s gonna miss me here
Sometimes I see it all crystal clear
Othetimes I couldn’t see it if it was near
Sometimes, I just can’t hold in my tears
But all other times, they’re bottled up inside…

Not all the times, just sometimes…
Sometimes, not all the times…
Not all the times, just sometimes…
Sometimes…

Could’ve done different back when
Could’ve done different back when…

Of where I was with who or what I
Could’ve done different back when
Could’ve done different back when


Sometimes…
Track Name: "Too Well"
"Too Well"

Yeah, uh
Hello

All she wanted was intimacy with an interesting individual
When did I become so predictable? (x2)
At first everything I did was brand new
And you couldn’t figure me out,
You was hoping I would come with a manual
I know you wanted me from the outside looking in, in
Who’da thought that even by now it would’ve ended]

Damn, there I go again
You know me too well
You know me too well
You know me too well

I know, I’m stuck in my ways
Better buckle up, life is a bumpy highway
You’re flat out tired of staying up at night
waiting for me to come home and you hate being alone
but what can I say?
I’ll probably show up late to my own wake
You want to call me to see if I’m ok
If I’m all made up or if my mind gon’ change
Uh, they say change is constant
Robbin’ each other’s heart and we take ‘em hostage
I’m sure that you’re missing me often
I’m probably on a carton but you know all this
I’m trying not to make it obvious,
That’s how you turn a happy home to a mad house
Just know you’re what I think of too,
I’m never down when I bring up you

There I go again
You know me too well
You know me too well
You know me too well

All she wanted was intimacy with an interesting individual
When did I become so predictable? (x2)
Track Name: "Answer Machines" (feat. QuESt)
"Answer Machines"

Y’all just having a good ol’ time aren’t ya?

I keep calling but you don’t pick up (x2)
And I’m like “Hey it’s me” “Hey it’s me”
And I’m like “Hey it’s me” “Hey it’s me”

(Art Morera)
Hey it’s me, did you get my message?
I meant every sentence when I sent it
I got problems Houston but all those texts is
Cuz you mean more to me than my ex’s
Probably why all my ex’s exit
I reach out to you, you know I exist
Give me a little room, let your ear check in
Bet you got a minute if I rocked Rolexes
“Your goal’s to be globally known? Then roam Art.”
I didn’t get so far, but I call full of life with my cellphone bars
You hear me? I know how these metros are
Came up on a gig so I forwarded the info
But I stood on stage and you didn’t show
And you’re the face in the screen of my flip phone
If we’re breaking up give me a signal
I’m not famous but you know what my name is
When you scroll down I’m on the A list
Have fun on your lil hiatus
When you call, there’s a hi waiting.
Bye baby.

I keep calling but you don’t pick up (x2)
And I’m like “Hey it’s me” “Hey it’s me”
And I’m like “Hey it’s me” “Hey it’s me”
Track Name: "Dollars For Dreamers"
"Dollars For Dreamers"

I knew what I wanted and how to make it happen
I put my people up on it, all of them gave me daps
They said “Do me a solid, you are a gentleman and a scholar
but can I borrow a dollar? I promise I’ll pay you back.”
Man…Promise you’ll pay me back

I knew what I wanted and how to make it happen
I put my people up on it, all of them gave me daps
They said “Do me a solid, you are a gentleman and a scholar
but can I borrow a dollar? I promise I’ll pay you back.”
I’m just a dreamer, can I borrow a dollar?
I’ll pay you back, pay you back

You know how many times I was in your position?
My songs were two minutes long, could you afford to listen?
If you can then of course you’d love the chorus in it
I pray your attention won’t stray before I finish
And I’m content with you checking my content
I hope I gain a fan when the song ends
Started game planning
with a strong sense of confidence to take action

I knew what I wanted and how to make it happen
I put my people up on it, all of them gave me daps
They said “Do me a solid, you are a gentleman and a scholar
but can I borrow a dollar? I promise I’ll pay you back.”
I’m just a dreamer, can I borrow a dollar?
I’ll pay you back, pay you back

When you get to the tip like this is it
You just take a leap of faith over a bottomless abyss
Off a cliff and if you fall in the pits
you will never hit the ground so why call it quits?
It’s all eyes on every act that you commit on the summit
Waiting for your slip to plummet from it
To see number one reduced to nothing
Listen to my two cents I always keep it a hundred

I knew what I wanted and how to make it happen
I put my people up on it, all of them gave me daps
They said “Do me a solid, you are a gentleman and a scholar
but can I borrow a dollar? I promise I’ll pay you back.”
I’m just a dreamer, can I borrow a dollar?
I’ll pay you back, pay you back