The Grey Maxell Soundtrack

by The Comdot

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doctorbarbarian This album is the premiere example of why Comdot is one of the great unsung heroes of underground hiphop. From bangers like Aqua to the heartfelt sonnet Dear I'annah, The Grey Maxell Soundtrack is a journey through the mind of someone who's exploring their mastery of the genre. Favorite track: Aqua.
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This is the Grey Maxell Soundtrack, and it's my pleasure to make it available to the public for purchase.

About 3 1/2 years recording this album. It was the most challenging thing i have ever done with music. I wanted it to be isolated from the way anything sounded or felt like today. I wanted to keep it pure. I needed to represent the culture that inspired the sound and content of the album. It's HEAVILY influenced by the mid 90's style (just with a little updated feel).

My goal was to create an experience for the listener. To take you on a journey and allow you to be apart of my growth not only as an artist but as a man, a son, a brother and ultimately as a father. It's almost like meeting someone for the first time... You don't really get to know that person until they start removing the outer layers and allow you to see them for who they are and who they want to become.

The GMXLP is the soundtrack to my life. It's the soundtrack to my growth from a boy to a man, and i hope you enjoy it. I hope you are able to play it all the way through with no interruption or skipping of tracks. I want you to get the full affect of what's being offered.

As always, thank you for you're support.
Stay tuned for the next 2 parts in the GMXLP trilogy.


released December 16, 2015

Executive Producers: Patrick Stuckey & Skylar Jones

Production By: The Mighty D.R./ Mr. Kinetik / Scott Matelic / Soul Cinamatik / Joe Harvey

Musicians: Brandis Gossett (Logic Pro String, Keys, and Keybass), Joseph Harrison (Electric Guitar) Mark Fowler (Bass) Matt Vice (Piano)

Sound Engineering: Toshwuan "Mr. HD" Rumph
All Scratches by DJ Spoolz

Features: Kenney Garmon / Trezanay Atkins / Kenye Fudiyah / BJ the 13th / Renee King / Veega

Album Artwork Layout: Adrienne Brown

Lion Painting by: Kevin "Scene" Lewis



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The Comdot Indianapolis, Indiana

The Comdot is a Charlotte raised Indianapolis based emcee, writer, and producer, with a sound equally rooted in classic boom- bap, slick word play, and vivid storytelling. He is a versatile artist who’s dedicated to upholding a higher quality standard that is oddly missing in much of today’s hip-hop soundscape.

The Grey Maxell Lp, a full-length album will be his first official release.
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Track Name: GMXLP Intro
Here it is niggas as promised
A Carolina classic like Dave Thomas
Slow flow for the youngsters and old timers
Broken dreams done crushed em, so they retired and gave up rhyming..
Being honest
It wasn't in them to begin with
Once you give in
What awaits you is resentment
For niggas out here getting it
Made the necessary sacrifices now they living it and i can dig it..
I seen the shit so i know it's real
I was on the same shit so i know how it feel
Long as you breathing it's obstacles, blocking you from achieving
That's the way of the world, just bob and weave it
The world evil, you can't beat it, some try to cheat it
It's still gone be it, long after you leave it
It'l like the dude we fought growing up, that was bigger
whether we won or lost, we left our mark on that nigga
This be the cut Rocky gave the Russian, Dolph Lundgren
For all the struggling, i owe the world a concussion
A gash and some stitches, in exchange for the cash the riches
To further enhance my existence
As for my soul goes, the music got it..
Ya dudes a problem, no matter who hot and got it poppin
If being nasty is the topic of conversation
Mention my name in the debate like Stephan A. Smith
I make moves to my own tune
Skip to my Bayless over haters
To get to the paper, flip like Gator
From indies to majors, Ipods, from vinyl
Make a nigga be like damn, where the time go
Let's take a quantum leap back to the day
When every region in this country had something to say
When you walked the block with ya box blasting away
Mom and pop record spots put the art on display
No serato, dj's had to dig in them crates
A walkman some double a's on the bus and you straight
All kenwood everything had the trunk on bang
The Maxells was grey and we let the tape play...
Track Name: Aqua
I rep peace
And to resurrect my niggas deceased
Philosophy is whatever it's gone be it'll be
Which means
Maximize your opportunity
Build in communities
Enlighten our brothers who think foolishly
Check out the crown on my wig, my only jewelry piece
Break bread at the table of kinds exclusively
Fuck the scrutiny and everything you choose to be
I'm the best you never heard, that's my true belief
Take you to the cup to get the buck or shoot the 3
Hit you with the Steph Curry chicken with the fenugreek
No coonery, bufoonarey, i'm a true emcee
Rocky Balboa body blow baboon the beat
The brashtalkologist, black excellence, iconic shit, mulit vitamins for rhyming strength
Back on the grill on the lion's den
Tiger limbs and teriyaki leviathan
I got this thing down baby
Every 10 minutes bring me back some scratch like psoriasis
Gmxlp that bonfire shit
Dylan, Dylan, DYLAN kinda shit
A connoisseur of respect
Check my collection
Anything is possible when you got connections
My only competition's in the mirror
Splash the aqua on ya face to see it clearer
Track Name: Hunnit
They never got better
I left, came back they right there where i left em
Dwelling in the depths of my lecture, drowing
Can't step up like they legs cut, i'm clowning
Scribing in my ledger
Is similar to riding in a lexus
Silent, getting my respect up
Better at putting words together
Superb's my get up
It's just some shit i served together
Man whatever
I gets my style on Sylvester
This shit hits, like the best of
Smoking the best buds
Make a nigga cough like check-ups
You need to see me when ya check come
Yeah sun, you know i does it for the style of it
Scoop up a pretty woman like Lyle Lovett
Mufuckas still frontn
But the crowd love it
Niggas never gave me nuthn and i'm proud of it
Fuck it
The hard roads what the god chose
I sip dark and blow woodtip cigar smoke
Fresh sneakers and cargos
Hopping out the car slow, ya'll froze all ya broads chose
YO, light a rello tho
Scrolling through my celly phone i see hella hoes
When i summon them they show..up with bunjamin rolls
Oh my nigga you ain't know (you ain't know)
Fuck bitches, let's focus on the riches
6's, deep dishes, amg kit benzes
7's, infnities from the heavens
All whites that hello halo like my brethren
But more important than a luxury whip
If a lovely crib to park the luxury in
Time is money and it's money to get
If money's yo bitch, pimp her don't give her no kiss
Shit's legit i'm a vet, but i don't respect, you to show respect or salute
Cause you the hottest nigga on earth right
But if i heard right, you just the third guy in a coupe