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Crystals is Lost Moniker and Katalyst's debut album. Moniker raps, and Katalyst makes the beats. Lost Moniker and Katalyst create a sound that can be described as personal but accesible, and a sound that harkens back to the golden age of hip hop but updated for todays audience. Lyrically Moniker mixes comedic observations laced with personal reflections, while Katalyst puts his all into making unique production that reflects his feelings towards life, women and hip hop. The album's title, Crystals, is about reflection, and reffers to the scattered directions light takes when shone through a crystal. The albums tonality and sequencing serves the crystal meets light metaphor by showing the different directions Lost Moniker and Katalyst take in music, and their lives.

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released November 25, 2013

Lyrics: Lost Moniker
Production: Katalyst
Mixing: Lost Moniker and Katalyst
Album Art: Katalyst
Recorded: 2012 - 2013
Studio: The D-Maz Dungeon

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Lost Moniker is that dude who talks in third person cause all you other mother-fuckers type like that in an attempt to sound professional. However, Moniker (I) would like to tell you that he's a hip hop artist who loves crafting new and unique music. Moniker's music is unlike other artist's you have heard before... His witticisms and lyrical ability are unmatched. That sounds fancy, now go listen! ... more

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Track Name: The Oldies (The Daily Routine)
Wake up start scrubbing my kicks...

Wake up start scrubbing my kicks,
puff a cigar, lifting my weights and make love to my chick,
fuck,
there's work in an hour devour some breakfast,
stepping with calm thoughts of getting some cheques it's,
the daily routine, but routine is a best bet,
for normalcy to torment me, so I regret steps,
I didn't make but take, cause school was a bitter place,
stomaching class left me with a bitter taste,
that's worse then booze from the night before,
that makes my psyche kinda slightly sore,
tryn'a refrain from hell while I'm chasing wealth,
but keep twitching and tripping when I face myself,
so it's back to booze raps bout' classy shoes,
hoping you'll dig these joints and pass em through,
to those who give a fuck bout this kid who loves,
making music to give you the sickest strut
Track Name: T.E.C.
CHORUS:
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,

VERSE 1:

Guzzle buds, run amok busting my ass,
puff it and pass, how cigars we touchin' is clutched,
a gentleman strut has me puffing on lust,
laid back and fantasize bout' fucking a slut,
no elegance there so it's clear I'll spit something,
with a relevant flair, to keep your shit bumping,
spit punches that rock crowds like you don't do,
and find my inspiration, over some cold brews,
this elegant cat's a magician with wit,
make magic happen every-time I'm flicking my wrist,
pen to the page, has me penning my fate,
wanting pennies for thoughts, but already spent 'em today,
so rapping again, with an elegance that,
has me producing smooth visions as that elegant cat,
remixing the joint, the first wasn't on point,
so we made one by bringing you the slickest of noise

CHORUS:
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,

VERSE 2:
Sippin' back on some brews smooth chillin' relaxed,
spilling those raps dudes calling ill on a track,
It's Mr. Elegant Tux, or that moniker cat,
but my moniker's phat so just call me whatever,
been calling out veterans since I was a prick teen,
but spitting out sixteen's like the age I started,
could say I'm heartless, that's what my raps are,
and yours? I tore 'em outta your wack bars,
My heart in this shit, shining when sparking that wit,
these rappers don't even shine in the dark when they spit,
but I'm doper then that right, holding my raps like,
I'm shining with stars while you're holding a flashlight,
this incredible skill-set, chilling with ill heads,
spilling those cold flows, a villian with ill threats,
basking in greatness, rap and acting vivacious,
through a masculine grip smack tracks with an ape fist

CHORUS:
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,
It's that elegant cat, who's amazing with words,
create music with no budget and making it work,
it's that elegant cat, who's crafting it first,
trying to sound the freshest with the classiest verse,

VERSE 3:
I been listening, to my verse a million times,
chiming in on thoughts like I hope they feeling my rhymes,
so I been trying write til' I'm undoubted the best,
giving so much heart it's gonna burst outta my chest,
my boys telling dudes that my verses is cold,
now I'm hearing crews saying "I heard he was dope,"
that's a couple thoughts that don't equate with success,
don't even want money, just for dudes to say I'm the best
Track Name: Moniker Who?
CHORUS:
Moniker's sounding like Blu? What?
Moniker Who?
He's kinda cocky like Ghost,
the fuck has moniker wrote?
Well his flow is like Tips,
but not flowing for shit,
Why can't Moniker get,
on some original shit?

And he's...

sounding like Blu? What?
Moniker Who?
He's kinda cocky like Ghost,
the fuck has moniker wrote?
Well his flow is like Tips,
but not flowing for shit,
Why can't Moniker get,
on some original shit?

VERSE 1:
I'm cocky talking with hype rocking thoughts on this mic,
like I wish I had the status of rocking with 9th - orrrr,
Pete Rock, Premier or Biz on beatbox,
matching these thoughts with the hottest of beat drops,
but spitting that badder shit and mixing with Katalyst,
rip rhymths in half cause I mastered this rapping shit,
"but Moniker you sound like Ghost vocally dude!"
but lyrically hearing me is kinda closer to Blu,
but kinda found my style rhyming the classiest bars,
between acting deep and tryin' rap like I'm hard,
but not a coward with speech, or sounding that weak,
doing man shit in Stan Smiths all hour's a week,
that's my flavor in hip hop, hope you tasting these sick thoughts,
flowing like your favorite rapper trying to get props,
just kidding cause my spitting's just some bum ass words,
according to critics cause what they fucking heard - wasssss

CHORUS:
Moniker's sounding like Blu? What?
Moniker Who?
He's kinda cocky like Ghost,
the fuck has moniker wrote?
Well his flow is like Tips,
but not flowing for shit,
Why can't Moniker get,
on some original shit?

And he's...

sounding like Blu? What?
Moniker Who?
He's kinda cocky like Ghost,
the fuck has moniker wrote?
Well his flow is like Tips,
but not flowing for shit,
Why can't Moniker get,
on some original shit?

VERSE 2:
Performing it live was feeling sorta just like,
I'm fly with this rap shit when I'm boarding this mic,
remember that first show, a battle exact,
started battling cats, thought all'a my words dope,
was insecure, scrawny, nerdy as fuck,
vocals were weak and guess my wording just sucked,
so I mastered this craft til' I was holding hype,
started rhyming the dopest at those open mics,
feeling good with that spit game, cocky a thick frame,
obnoxious talking to all'a these bitch lames,
so fuck this track that's bout rapping and shit,
I'm that classy rap act who's been actually sick,
basking in verses rapping passionate slick,
over Katalyst breaks that have us massive with hits,
just kidding cause our spitting's just some bum ass words,
according to critics cause what they fucking heard - wassss

CHORUS:
Moniker's sounding like Blu? What?
Moniker Who?
He's kinda cocky like Ghost,
the fuck has moniker wrote?
Well his flow is like Tips,
but not flowing for shit,
Why can't Moniker get,
on some original shit?

And he's...

sounding like Blu? What?
Moniker Who?
He's kinda cocky like Ghost,
the fuck has moniker wrote?
Well his flow is like Tips,
but not flowing for shit,
Why can't Moniker get,
on some original shit?
Track Name: Bottles Of Jack
CHORUS:
There's nothing more I love then a bottle of jack,
til' I yack, do it again, keep crawling on back,
liver is pissed, sick, but in love with the feeling,
of feeling nothing but alcohol, touching my being,
There's nothing more I love then a bottle of jack,
til' I yack, do it again, keep crawling on back,
liver is pissed, sick, but in love with the feeling,
of feeling nothing but alcohol, touching my being,

VERSE 1:
Puffing on prime times, I'm kinda that small figure,
inhaling confidence through bottles of malt liquor,
slurring my words, jerks'is calling it Olde-English,
but chugging a bottle, that worsens my whole vision,
seeing it clear, breath my weakest of fears,
finding strenght in liquors when I see 'em appear,
posted up at the bar, cope with love from afar,
til' that liquors close and keep fucking me hard,
puffing cigars, hacking lungs til' I give a fuck,
feeling down, but frowns'll latch to this pick me up,
of, cigars and booze, use those hardened two,
as methods for smiling as that party dude,
who's over his limit, feeling colder and different,
but living like loves in the most potent of liquors,
but those liquors have my stall in my tracks,
right onto my bed, hangovers follow me fast, causeeee...

CHORUS:
There's nothing more I love then a bottle of jack,
til' I yack, do it again, keep crawling on back,
liver is pissed, sick, but in love with the feeling,
of feeling nothing but alcohol, touching my being,
There's nothing more I love then a bottle of jack,
til' I yack, do it again, keep crawling on back,
liver is pissed, sick, but in love with the feeling,
of feeling nothing but alcohol, touching my being,

VERSE 2:
I wrote these verses with a bottle of jack,
and been bottling raps so you can top up your glass,
so stock up relax cause the mixture is potent,
and swallow this music til' your liver is choking,
follow this movement, and wobble your neck,
but keep drinking, til' you're bobbing your head,
don't pace yourself or even stop for a sec,
just let your legs tingle, til you're sloppy with stepssss

uhuh,

I'm fucking,

I'm fucking drunk.
Track Name: I Remember.
CHORUS:
I remember, cracking those jokes,
I remember, laughs with my bro,
I remember, my fathers charm,
I remember, my mothers warmth,
I remember, summer time,
I remember, lusting blind,
I remember, calling her up,
I remember, falling in love,

VERSE 1:
came from a place where laces having me slip,
to acting like "shit" my friends having their kids,
went home for lunch, like "yo it's fun,"
now we growing up, like "I hope you come,"
reminiscing on youth, cause I'm missing that bliss,
that we lived for cause life had us tripping, and shit,
remember cracking jokes, laugh with cats we'd know,
now it's cashing cheques, ask who has the cold,
brews and liqours, trying'a savor the taste,
of reliving our youth trying'a break up the pace,
of growing up, while we holding on,
to thoughts that past til' we're going, gone,
while we're here sharing laughs with friends,
we'll drink a bottle and laugh again,
cause I remember a place, calling it home,
in all of my thoughts, til' all of them gone

CHORUS:
I remember, my best friends,
I remember, the next trends,
I remember, those winter days,
I remember, wishes to get away,
I remember, depressing thoughts,
I remember, getting lost,
I remember, swallowing lust,
I remember, falling in love,

VERSE 2:
Found a change of reason, experience speaks it,
but a change of seasons, and I'm feeling my weakest,
I remember a place, calling it home,
now I'm calling it cold, like when I buried my thoughts,
it's the same place where my father died,
trying to stomach those times that my mother cried,
like, I'm throwing up thoughts, cause they're holding me down,
but holding those sounds, tryina' stomach my cries,
Move through depression, while you're calling it life,
and followed it like, that's where all of us die,
but looking up cause I'm moving through it,
hear my mother's approval like do your music,
and I know I've been finding it clearer,
cause I see my father when I smile in the mirror,
and that's that place, I'm calling it home,
in all of my thoughts, til' all of them gone

CHORUS:
I remember, cracking those jokes,
I remember, laughs with my bro,
I remember, my fathers charm,
I remember, my mothers warmth,
I remember, summer time,
I remember, lusting blind,
I remember, calling her up,
I remember, falling in love
Track Name: Notes
VERSE:
It's that moniker dude talking cocky and crude,
thoughts obnoxious you spot it like he's talking so smooth,
the patterning's dope, batter tracks like I'm cold,
scrawl battle raps, and make immaculate quotes,
but snatch em and go, cause this moniker dude,
is kinda cocky like Ghost when he's stomping your crew,
from that nasty place, echo raps I hate,
stomach phony rhymers with that plastic taste (yuck),
"who's that Moniker dude? I heard he's dope with the poems,"
but really this verse, a couple notes in my phone
Track Name: Bringing It Forward
CHORUS:
It ain't hard to tell (Nas sample), how we excel,
then propel, through sampling joints,
that's reflecting ourselves,
cause we dig in the crates til we stand in the past,
and start bringing it forward when we sampling tracks,
It ain't hard to tell (Nas sample), how we excel,
then propel, through sampling joints,
that's reflecting ourselves,
cause we dig in the crates til we stand in the past,
and start bringing it forward when we sampling tracks

VERSE 1:
Ground-breaking we staying when we making this art,
cause we sampling joints that's making us start,
examining music from a different approach,
cause we came from an artform that's giving us hope,
by looping a section and spitting a poem,
til' they hit you with lawsuits for using those records,
but we getting those dope vinyls we crave,
and flipping a sample trying to find that we make,
new school jazz in this art we like,
flipping Davis Classics, to a Hard Days Night,
set examples in samples from all'a the stars,
you calling it stealing, well I'm calling it art,
Use a stubblefield break, to enter that bubble,
where I'm making those poems that's reflecting my struggles,
if that bubble pops, I hope that it splatters,
onto music facists saying samples don't matter, cause

CHORUS:
It ain't hard to tell (Nas sample), how we excel,
then propel, through sampling joints,
that's reflecting ourselves,
cause we dig in the crates til we stand in the past,
and start bringing it forward when we sampling tracks,
It ain't hard to tell (Nas sample), how we excel,
then propel, through sampling joints,
that's reflecting ourselves,
cause we dig in the crates til we stand in the past,
and start bringing it forward when we sampling tracks

VERSE 2:
This samples revealing that's we crafting these joints,
by sampling feelings til' we crafting this noise,
over breaks and beats, from those tapes we bleed,
like Marvin Gaye, Ashby, to the great MCs
but not wounded this music it's captured our breaths,
exhale paul c cuts to the jazziest jeff,
cause I mastered this music with all of my heart,
until It skips on a beat if you're not calling it art,
cause these sampling joints an example of noise,
that some deeming as trash, not understanding the point,
a whole culture oppressed, so they branding their voice,
usin' rock, jazz, blues tapes, to stand in that void,
of musician ship, now they're sailing away,
into an industry where billions play with their fate,
but they profit off techniques that offered them life,
then take it away by stealing all'a their rights,
Track Name: Bohemian and Heineken (Feat. Phaze)
VERSE 1 LOST MONIKER:
Bohemian and heineken a combo for the best of them,
we stepping in, but not on that weak shit, so guess again,
touching those beers, like it's time for some act right,
cause I act like, smooth brews'll having me past nice,
but laugh right, cause crude dudes stuck in a barfbag,
but speak to a waitress tryn'a fuck with a bar tab,
she gives me her digits, and hands me a pitcher,
of that heineken liqour, that's making me fidgit,
calming my nerves, as I'm sipping that nectar,
cause that liquid bliss has me lifted and better,
then I used to be, because usually,
I'm an awkward dude, without booze in me,
so I'll try for a bitch, til she's finding my lips,
cause a heinekens been, where I'm finding my bliss, bitch,
grinding with chicks my dicks doing the talking,
cause a heineken brew's quick moving me on em

VERSE 2 PHAZE:
Bohemien and Heineken and a combo for the best of them,
I'm drinking at the bar, don't contribute to the tip cup,
waitress your a slut, now fill my pitcher up,
this drinks nice and cold perfect easy to chug,
and those that don't know me not much of a talker,
you pour my glass up now I'm a little less awkward,
a compulsive liar, last week I was fired,
now I'm blowing snot rockets blue eyes and a shiner,
not a wine-her and dine-her but here's a reminder,
I'm sipping cheap beers not a tie in my attire,
it's just a bit of water and a large amount of fire,
I'm indulging more man consider me hired,
never dripping in sweat, I never perspire,
your friends with the toilet man you're hugging for hours,
man I'm passed intoxication man I'm mumbling nonsense,
it's a vicious cycle, don't worry about it

VERSE 3 LOST MONIKER:
Bohemian and Heineken, fuck it cause I'm trying man,
to afford the other, but a peasant with no kinda plan,
of affording that shit, so I'm pouring my bliss,
from a bottle called Boh til' I'm sorta just sick,
stepping in, but I'm repping thoughts feeling desperate and,
pouring the blues like Boh's been my best of friends,
turning that color, cause other suckers is college cats,
bitch drinking sipping motherfuckers I'm calling wack

VERSE 4 PHAZE:
It's only budget beer so now I'm sipping that base-paste,
that I'll never waste, but now I'm craving a new taste,
it's better then great, you know, something like a first date,
they call it Heineken, let it sit mingle marinate,
waste like skin, arms, flaily,
that posture is lazy, now I gotta beer belly,
my eyes are getting hazy, my feet are feeling heavy,
shake my hand now you met me
Track Name: Gazing
VERSE:
Gazing at her thinking my only fears regret,
but reading her lips, I'm only hearing sex,
trying to make a steady approach, but stumble with thoughts,
and now my words only meet a crumbing plot,
arranging the pieces to give her the best ones,
like, how's your drink? here's your next one,
I see her warm glow she says I'm so sweet,
but the flavour I tasted left me with cold feet,
cause I felt, I could'a taken a different approach,
but approached by my thoughts full of typical quotes,
fantasizing she'd say, give me sex and love,
but her voice reflecting the cigarettes she puffed,
raspy and cold, her voice could capture my soul,
entrapped to her eyes cause they're grabbing me slow,
try to challenge her gaze, but bound to lose this fight,
so I nervously mutter, "how are you tonight?"
Track Name: Glass
VERSE 1:
Guzzle Guinness act relaxed at a crack den,
brother selling that funny shit, these crack heads is laughing,
hope from crack smoke got em high like their wallet size,
and swallow my glass but laugh tryin' to call it like,
They're mad broke cause tokes last em minutes,
but those minutes'll hit'em until they acting different,
I'm acting distant but'll grip what I swallow like,
flooding myself to get away from this hollow life,
Liver is rotting but so are their teeth,
so i'm sipping my Guinness like "I hold what I preach,"
they're holding it too, theirs is turning to smoke,
turning to cold brews while they're burning for hope,
so I choke on dreams while they hold their piece,
cause we're hopeless fiends after that dopamine,
this fire water's been a component of violence,
buckets holding their piece for a moment of silence,

VERSE 2:
Been hallow as fuck I felt a void in my life,
Poisons my pride but didn't die when I swallowed it,
guess I got a problem, so I'm just stepping back,
cause change is some money that I never had,
Guzzling drinkstil I'm choking off it,
cause souls my liver, and both are rotting,
Not facing myself, but I'm facing addiction,
it's a couple of smiles when I'm taking those sips and,
I'm a piece of a shit, but I don't feel it yet,
feeling down is a couple beers that're healing that,
so I sit back relaxed, drinking and laughing,
asking myself "you want beer, or bottles of aspirin,"
grabbing both cause poision's got to my head,
but forget that shit, I chose the bottle instead,
cause it's time for that act right, chilling and act like,
"smooth brews" have been having my back... right?

right?

right?

cause "smooth brews" have been having my back... right!
Track Name: Crystals
CHORUS:
We reflecting through crystals, and finding our light,
shines in directions that we find throughout life,
so we go to those places and we climb to a realm,
of finding experience is defining ourselves,
We reflecting through crystals, and finding our light,
shines in directions that we find throughout life,
so we go to those places and we climb to a realm,
of finding experience is defining ourselves

VERSE 1:
Ayo, we made you these mixtrues, to dribble our thoughts,
til we was painting those pictures, to give you a spot,
into our lives through that bliss that we like
and remembering moments thats hitting our eyes
seeing it clear through that cloudy depression,
feeling lost to stress when I found my depression
that's the daily routine its been hitting me fast,
try a see my future while I live in the past
throwing up these bottles of hopeless lust,
cold enough to follow those hopes I loved,
bottles of jack been surrounding my bed,
been bottling thoughts til they pound in my head
now I'm cracking em open, and I'm taking a sip,
and been writing so hard that I'm breaking my wrists
cause I'm not that kid that you remembered before
I'm a change of pace in a veterans sports

CHORUS:
We reflecting through crystals, and finding our light,
shines in directions that we find throughout life,
so we go to those places and we climb to a realm,
of finding experience is defining ourselves,
We reflecting through crystals, and finding our light,
shines in directions that we find throughout life,
so we go to those places and we climb to a realm,
of finding experience is defining ourselves

VERSE 2:
Fuck it we made it into a couple a statements,
so we building this music trying to structure arrangements,
came from a place where dudes is puffing on toxins,
where I'm drinking so much, I'm feeling too nauseous,
to even reflect on what shaped me today,
til I fit in a mould that's making mistakes,
my house got robbed and I reflect on it like,
we so broke how we gonna get through the night?
cause this lower class produced hopeless stats,
say I won't amount to much, but a broken past,
and a prison future is the source of my fate,
but I'm avoiding it like I'm ignoring those traits,
what I'm supposed to be, is shining instead,
into directions that I'm finding are next,
cause we're not those kids you remembered before,
we're a change of pace, in a gentlemans sport

CHORUS:
We reflecting through crystals, and finding our light,
shines in directions that we find throughout life,
so we go to those places and we climb to a realm,
of finding experience is defining ourselves,
We reflecting through crystals, and finding our light,
shines in directions that we find throughout life,
so we go to those places and we climb to a realm,
of finding experience is defining ourselves