/Another round up: Kross, Crocker, & Kronkite/ Walt smoothed it on
out, gon' get your cigars tight/ Goin' through the count, making sure
that the bars right/ A quick in and out, sun-up to the starlight/ He
should've got Feather, I'm bout as smooth as a Jack shot/ Chased with
kerosene, that you follow with mouthwash/ But fuck it, since we're here,
say "Aah!" like your mouth's hot/ and I'll spit it back to you, be the
nastiest backwash/
/Pissin' on the track, like I got no tact left/ Stay fucking up lovely,
prom night and some bad breath/ Bout to seal the deal, and got not a
strap left/ Reassure, then premature, start feelin' a tad stressed/
Father's son, no question, my penis thinks for me/ Screaming "T.M.I."
but you can't ignore me/ I write my real life, you chumps tell stories/
You can fool those white kids, but that shit be corny/ I could never see
that the Semi is you/ Just a fulla shit teddy bear: Winnie The Pooh/
Play the dozens with my bars, plenty of Proof/ Crock-Bridges Lebowski,
son I'm really the Dude/ So, Lovelorn Records, kid, my record's
impeccable/ And they a long way away from resembling respectable/
Convex, concave, couldn't see us with spectacles/ Know I'm a lightning
rod, but please get off the testicles/
(Krosswordze Verse)
/On my road to redemption/ Pains paved a path to my problems/ Previous
premonition/ And prediction pierced pieces of progress/ I'm plagued
with problems/ Dark deeds soaked in solvents/ Sentences of solidified
solace/ In the hopes of tomorrow/ The truth is hard-pressed like
benching four-fifty/ Bring the war with me/ Fight until the hoards hit
me or until these whores kill me/ Deep in depression/ I seek sleep, but
bleed of aggression/ So I speak speech of grief and to impeach the
president/ In life's lines my lifetime ain't a channel for women/ I'm
having a time trying to handle my business/ Going from aggravation to
adulation for motivation/ This flow is consolation of rhyme physics
practical application/ It's back to basic with flows that are packed
with patience/ Precision preformed, but never be rated with greatness/
/A swarm of words, relegated to the forms preferred/ Scientific since
abilities from the moment observed/ Close caption, closed casket is the
life I deserve/ But is the knife when composing the urge/ Me molding the
verse/ Holding the worst, controlling the hurt/ So watch as I roll in
the dirt.
Until they roll up in a hearse/ Then I find myself...but then again, I
can't find myself/ So I look for money in mind to define my wealth/ But
no one sees me and no one believes that I be the best/ So take the light
that I'm reading and I'll be the only one left/
(Walter Kronkite Verse)
It took two minutes for me to get up in it
They put me at the back cause of the way I finish
I creep in like a burglar, come in and steal your jewelry
Joke with Crock and Kross and leave Tom with the foolery
Ha ha… I swear I’m killing me
The worst part about is y’all ain’t really feeling me
The beginning of the E.P., no tearing please
Ears pressed to the concrete like y’all hearing the streets
Albino Rhino, I should be a comic book character
My power, make it rain on your parade in any weather
Never feathered, hell yeah, best bet we focused
It ain’t been this serious since the Jews and the locus
Power bar down, time to relax and sit back
Spit tracks that give goose bumps on fine bitches cracks
And that’s a fact, look it up if you don’t believe me
We kill everyone we encounter and make it look easy
Bringing the 80’s back like I was made from a fist pump
Teaching kids to rhyme like there’s no room for bitch punks
Orthodontist surgeon, stay aligning them jaws
Locked, stocked, two smoking barrels as we feed ‘em to the hogs
If you ain’t here to fight, then you ain’t down for the cause
So quit asking for shit bitch, I’m not Santa Claus
I’d like to welcome you, if you ain’t noticed by now
We’re here for 24 hours to show you how we put it down
Monday, January 13, 2014
Howard St Part 2
(Krosswordze Verse)
/Where I'm from, the lights aren't as bright as I'd like them/
/ So the rhymes have more life when I write them/
Tell the truth to you/ Impale the truth thru you/ See this is "me shit", not "hard to see shit"/ Dig up the root to you/ From all the nights of hearing fight over the money for bills/ It's no wonder I'm not mentally ill/ So I essentially feel/ That the place is what makes you/ And it's what shapes you/ It's shit you're gonna be/ Not what you want to be/ That's mighty dumb of me to think/ Hope would come from me/ Any hood has problems/ But I gotta deal with them/ Spectate or participate/ Or you just live with them/ Come out a rose or decompose/ That's the hard part of it/ You've got be smart of it/ And this is home of the heart of it/ Regardless of the hardness of all the shit that I am scarred with/ And that's why I started it/ I could be a part of it/ Now I'm taking 'part the shit/
(Walter Kronkite Verse)
Mother’s drugged out, throwing shit on the lawn
Any kind of decency’s been long gone
They try to tell me cocaine is a hell of a drug
But crack’s where it’s at where I grew up
Any role model that wasn’t biting a pipe,
Was one with anger issues that just hated life?
At least more than twice I’ve had a guy pull a knife
You better walk away before I catch a contact high
Karma’s a motherfucker, that’s why I wear a rubber
I always sport a raincoat in any kind of weather
Looking back in the past, still can’t laugh
/It’s like smelling garbage after taking out the trash/
/I remember many lessons way before my time/
/Like the color the water changes after you drop your dime/
/Never got money or clothes from any a list/
/I guess I’ll make due til cheap gets me famous/
(Crocker Verse)
/See that paint chip, faucet leaks drop/ Curled up, denim coat and some worn Reebok's/ The cold makes the bone chill, won't cease. Stop!/ Try to numb with dollar-beer, feel your right knee lock/ Ain't shaved in months, Shower, forget it!/ Last meal, a Debbie cake, can coke, and come chips and/ Didn't settle shit, hear your stomach a bitchin'/ Thinking of your family and the tear in the stitchin'/ Gave careless forgiveness for the prayer that you'd listen/ Unaware of tradition, and the ware that you're fixed in/ Feel that roach crawl, feelin' despair/ Hell you'd cry again, but who would hear you or care?/ Those stains on your pipe, went and painted your soul/ Disengaged, been afraid, down in a hole/ In control, out control, hopin' you fold/ Death'd be release, hell's suffering old/
/Where I'm from, the lights aren't as bright as I'd like them/
/ So the rhymes have more life when I write them/
Tell the truth to you/ Impale the truth thru you/ See this is "me shit", not "hard to see shit"/ Dig up the root to you/ From all the nights of hearing fight over the money for bills/ It's no wonder I'm not mentally ill/ So I essentially feel/ That the place is what makes you/ And it's what shapes you/ It's shit you're gonna be/ Not what you want to be/ That's mighty dumb of me to think/ Hope would come from me/ Any hood has problems/ But I gotta deal with them/ Spectate or participate/ Or you just live with them/ Come out a rose or decompose/ That's the hard part of it/ You've got be smart of it/ And this is home of the heart of it/ Regardless of the hardness of all the shit that I am scarred with/ And that's why I started it/ I could be a part of it/ Now I'm taking 'part the shit/
(Walter Kronkite Verse)
Mother’s drugged out, throwing shit on the lawn
Any kind of decency’s been long gone
They try to tell me cocaine is a hell of a drug
But crack’s where it’s at where I grew up
Any role model that wasn’t biting a pipe,
Was one with anger issues that just hated life?
At least more than twice I’ve had a guy pull a knife
You better walk away before I catch a contact high
Karma’s a motherfucker, that’s why I wear a rubber
I always sport a raincoat in any kind of weather
Looking back in the past, still can’t laugh
/It’s like smelling garbage after taking out the trash/
/I remember many lessons way before my time/
/Like the color the water changes after you drop your dime/
/Never got money or clothes from any a list/
/I guess I’ll make due til cheap gets me famous/
(Crocker Verse)
/See that paint chip, faucet leaks drop/ Curled up, denim coat and some worn Reebok's/ The cold makes the bone chill, won't cease. Stop!/ Try to numb with dollar-beer, feel your right knee lock/ Ain't shaved in months, Shower, forget it!/ Last meal, a Debbie cake, can coke, and come chips and/ Didn't settle shit, hear your stomach a bitchin'/ Thinking of your family and the tear in the stitchin'/ Gave careless forgiveness for the prayer that you'd listen/ Unaware of tradition, and the ware that you're fixed in/ Feel that roach crawl, feelin' despair/ Hell you'd cry again, but who would hear you or care?/ Those stains on your pipe, went and painted your soul/ Disengaged, been afraid, down in a hole/ In control, out control, hopin' you fold/ Death'd be release, hell's suffering old/
Waiting For The Chaser
(Krosswordze Verse)
/She is my type, five-foot five,brown eyes, thick thighs, chick rides any time I beckon/ As far as fresh ,she comes right out the package/ Bringing rah,rah, and racket/ Is she dope? No need in you guessing/ Very opinionated, most of friends are flavor/ But she is the Sargent Major/ In the army of hot babes/ Got rear for years, I grin ear to ear/ Other brothers give Leers, but her place is right here/ Never is it an issue of neglect or misuse/ I'm her cocoa brother, she's my Swiss misses /In which this is the part that I'm not getting/ I'm saying, I'm not sweating ,she'd never leave/ Or at least I like to believe /But if there is another dude, I think I'll be cool /Naw I'll probably act a fool like Ludacris do/ Not that I'm jealous but if I find that fella/ I'll chop up his spine with helicopter propellers/
(Crocker Verse)
/Kross spoke about a broad, so I'ma speak about you/ How you leave my pockets limp, never say "I love you too"/ Talk to me all the time, undivided my attention/ Speak about your problems, insecurities, & wishes/ How even though you're older, you're not like the other bitches/ Raised lower class 'till you came upon some riches/ Such a negative image when they speak of your description/ They scare of your confidence and defiant positions/ I revel in it baby, dig the vibe that you give/ And my people get live when you're around 'em and shit/ But you stay taking from me, might ruin my future/ Be 40, credit shot, in a rust out Supra/ My exes hate you, said you always had me/ Since '04, on and off, can't last, sadly/ Nights I'd see you out, you'd always grab me/ Back smiling and laughing & pick right up rapping/
(Walter Kronkite Verse)
/No other man competes; you can’t just leave me
This isn’t me mad, angry, or greedy
There’s never been time where I’ve ever been needy
But at this moment, I need you to need me
I want you to want me, in my dreams you haunt me
But in actuality, all you do is taught me
But it’s ok, I swear I’ll love every minute
If this was jail time, I’d be ok with the sentence
Asking you to come home, forget these clowns
We can move to another town if you’ll just come now
Kross don’t know you; Crock wants what he can’t have
Me, I’m the perfect package, I’ve done had it in the bag
If women were butter, I can’t believe you ain’t real
Yeah, I know it’s cheesy, with me you get your fill
Just come home baby, the bed’s been calling
Penis been screaming, so why you stalling?/
/She is my type, five-foot five,brown eyes, thick thighs, chick rides any time I beckon/ As far as fresh ,she comes right out the package/ Bringing rah,rah, and racket/ Is she dope? No need in you guessing/ Very opinionated, most of friends are flavor/ But she is the Sargent Major/ In the army of hot babes/ Got rear for years, I grin ear to ear/ Other brothers give Leers, but her place is right here/ Never is it an issue of neglect or misuse/ I'm her cocoa brother, she's my Swiss misses /In which this is the part that I'm not getting/ I'm saying, I'm not sweating ,she'd never leave/ Or at least I like to believe /But if there is another dude, I think I'll be cool /Naw I'll probably act a fool like Ludacris do/ Not that I'm jealous but if I find that fella/ I'll chop up his spine with helicopter propellers/
(Crocker Verse)
/Kross spoke about a broad, so I'ma speak about you/ How you leave my pockets limp, never say "I love you too"/ Talk to me all the time, undivided my attention/ Speak about your problems, insecurities, & wishes/ How even though you're older, you're not like the other bitches/ Raised lower class 'till you came upon some riches/ Such a negative image when they speak of your description/ They scare of your confidence and defiant positions/ I revel in it baby, dig the vibe that you give/ And my people get live when you're around 'em and shit/ But you stay taking from me, might ruin my future/ Be 40, credit shot, in a rust out Supra/ My exes hate you, said you always had me/ Since '04, on and off, can't last, sadly/ Nights I'd see you out, you'd always grab me/ Back smiling and laughing & pick right up rapping/
(Walter Kronkite Verse)
/No other man competes; you can’t just leave me
This isn’t me mad, angry, or greedy
There’s never been time where I’ve ever been needy
But at this moment, I need you to need me
I want you to want me, in my dreams you haunt me
But in actuality, all you do is taught me
But it’s ok, I swear I’ll love every minute
If this was jail time, I’d be ok with the sentence
Asking you to come home, forget these clowns
We can move to another town if you’ll just come now
Kross don’t know you; Crock wants what he can’t have
Me, I’m the perfect package, I’ve done had it in the bag
If women were butter, I can’t believe you ain’t real
Yeah, I know it’s cheesy, with me you get your fill
Just come home baby, the bed’s been calling
Penis been screaming, so why you stalling?/
Reconstructive Surgery
(Crocker Verse)
/I write 'cause stackin' chips means: more weight on my shoulder/ Another cross to bare, another valley to soldier/ Write for the peaks that seem so out of reach/ That they'll turn an ear here, and take the time for my piece/ That there's dawn after the dusk that I paint on a beat/ That rap's more than a trend of actin' a hood in the street/ That Caz'll get his due and the money that's owed him/ I write to keep it balanced, gravity into motion/ Write to show my brothers that you can be who you want/ And not have to fall prey to that small town rot/ Minimum wage job and a dub-wide trailer/ Everything Wal-Mart, not a bit of it tailored/ Write to escape the place that defines me so/ Where they prefer I take it down and to rhyme beats slow/ Write to show the contradictions, yeah, even my own/ I write to bring the light and hope it tides me close/
(Krosswordze Verse)
/If ever were there a reason, a motivation for speaking/
/I know a nation that's grieving, cause it's people are bleeding/
/Forced into believing what the media feed it/ Agreeing that we're needing to see what they ain't feeding/ Hope isn't among us/ The darkness is breeding a fungus/ A pestilent plague that poisons peoples & pages/ My history promise, of living life in abundance/ Won't change the horrors that hunt us and then those that confront us/ They say that music is the thing that's keeping me young/ I say I'm "The revenge of a slave who was beating and hung"/ So I cringe from the hate and the grief of the dumb../ And I can't understand, the streets are so numb/
/To be bequeathed with a queen and a crown of knowledge/ And all the stuff I never learned in college/So my fears are abolished, and my peers become polished/So they shine, We shine, the labels' demolished/ And in time, I find, that mine's can reach the stars/ So you see us? Yeah, we tear it apart/ And I know it can reach us/ And I want to speak to all of us, each of us/ That's why Kris Parker is the greatest to teach it/ Crocker told Kronkite to get Kross to write it/ So Kross put it down and now Kross is excited/ So this cross that I carry be the cross that ignites us/ Carry us past the threshold and we united/
(Walter Kronkite Verse)
/Page filled antidotes stimulating your mind
Bars for the stars and a flow beyond your time
My peace is inner, kind of strange for a white guy
Throwing words together martial arts, cut it up, samurai
I don’t blur my face because I’m camera shy
I just want you to hear the music before you decide
Until then, get all of my words come in as shots
Sly fox, crazy thinking, mind outside the box
I got something that others can’t be taught
And a story, I’ve been told, won’t be bought
Not looking for gratification, more like anticipation
I feel like I’m always racing, and everyone I’m facing
Please test my lines, I bet they won’t break
Cause one thing my lines are? Never fake
Murder on the mic, got a homicidal outlook
Arson when they start him, don’t even need a matchbook/
/I write 'cause stackin' chips means: more weight on my shoulder/ Another cross to bare, another valley to soldier/ Write for the peaks that seem so out of reach/ That they'll turn an ear here, and take the time for my piece/ That there's dawn after the dusk that I paint on a beat/ That rap's more than a trend of actin' a hood in the street/ That Caz'll get his due and the money that's owed him/ I write to keep it balanced, gravity into motion/ Write to show my brothers that you can be who you want/ And not have to fall prey to that small town rot/ Minimum wage job and a dub-wide trailer/ Everything Wal-Mart, not a bit of it tailored/ Write to escape the place that defines me so/ Where they prefer I take it down and to rhyme beats slow/ Write to show the contradictions, yeah, even my own/ I write to bring the light and hope it tides me close/
(Krosswordze Verse)
/If ever were there a reason, a motivation for speaking/
/I know a nation that's grieving, cause it's people are bleeding/
/Forced into believing what the media feed it/ Agreeing that we're needing to see what they ain't feeding/ Hope isn't among us/ The darkness is breeding a fungus/ A pestilent plague that poisons peoples & pages/ My history promise, of living life in abundance/ Won't change the horrors that hunt us and then those that confront us/ They say that music is the thing that's keeping me young/ I say I'm "The revenge of a slave who was beating and hung"/ So I cringe from the hate and the grief of the dumb../ And I can't understand, the streets are so numb/
/To be bequeathed with a queen and a crown of knowledge/ And all the stuff I never learned in college/So my fears are abolished, and my peers become polished/So they shine, We shine, the labels' demolished/ And in time, I find, that mine's can reach the stars/ So you see us? Yeah, we tear it apart/ And I know it can reach us/ And I want to speak to all of us, each of us/ That's why Kris Parker is the greatest to teach it/ Crocker told Kronkite to get Kross to write it/ So Kross put it down and now Kross is excited/ So this cross that I carry be the cross that ignites us/ Carry us past the threshold and we united/
(Walter Kronkite Verse)
/Page filled antidotes stimulating your mind
Bars for the stars and a flow beyond your time
My peace is inner, kind of strange for a white guy
Throwing words together martial arts, cut it up, samurai
I don’t blur my face because I’m camera shy
I just want you to hear the music before you decide
Until then, get all of my words come in as shots
Sly fox, crazy thinking, mind outside the box
I got something that others can’t be taught
And a story, I’ve been told, won’t be bought
Not looking for gratification, more like anticipation
I feel like I’m always racing, and everyone I’m facing
Please test my lines, I bet they won’t break
Cause one thing my lines are? Never fake
Murder on the mic, got a homicidal outlook
Arson when they start him, don’t even need a matchbook/
Sunday, January 5, 2014
What Would You Do?
(Crocker Verse)
/Exploit trust to gain/ Give out lust for fame/ Tout love the same 'til your mouth touch the flame/ Feel that numb in your brain from the rush of the 'caine/ Can you come down?/ Or is a star too far gone?/ Broke callin' rides from the end of a bar phone/ Fame worth your dignity, wealth worth divinity/ That high worth your mother's face soaking and trembling/ What's your sanity worth? Is it vanity's purse?/ Tasted of the fruit, now you're sampling dirt/ Facade fortified, feel (that) you can't fall down/ Fortuitous but fragile, you're but two shots down/ Tale as old as time, dark comes to the light/ Your view is too skewed, hence, the scar in your sight/ When calling us collect, hope your margining's tight/ Short cut could turn a trail into a horror of life/
(Hook)
/Would you turn on your people? Giving in to the evils/ Just to be on television poppin' collars/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
/Would you let a man die and refuse to ask why? Go and cop a fatter chain, you rottweilers/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
(Genius Verse)
/For the love of the money, cousin got a dozen honeys/ Went from bein' broke & bummy to cleaner than the Easter Bunny/ It's funny/ How quick your status change/ And flip the situation like the Batarang/ He tried to be classy, would chop with some baggies/ His wife said "Sadly, these kids need their daddy"/ It was just like Saturday, we were burning like calories, discussing how we'd rather be/ Paid bigger salaries/ Fresh like celery or big name celebrities/ Now he's in the cell, being held for conspiracy/ Over dollars that he didn't have apparently/ When he's locked away, no hand in the parenting/ All from a paper chase, heavy like paper weights/ In court "Vs. The State," they play him like Crazy Eights/ That just goes to demonstrate/ They're taking off our dinner plate/ More than a piece of steak/ And we let em' eat a piece of cake/ We let it be a piece of cake/
(Hook)
/Would you turn on your people? Giving in to the evils/ Just to be on television poppin' collars/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
/Would you let a man die and refuse to ask why? Go and cop a fatter chain, you rottweilers/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
/Exploit trust to gain/ Give out lust for fame/ Tout love the same 'til your mouth touch the flame/ Feel that numb in your brain from the rush of the 'caine/ Can you come down?/ Or is a star too far gone?/ Broke callin' rides from the end of a bar phone/ Fame worth your dignity, wealth worth divinity/ That high worth your mother's face soaking and trembling/ What's your sanity worth? Is it vanity's purse?/ Tasted of the fruit, now you're sampling dirt/ Facade fortified, feel (that) you can't fall down/ Fortuitous but fragile, you're but two shots down/ Tale as old as time, dark comes to the light/ Your view is too skewed, hence, the scar in your sight/ When calling us collect, hope your margining's tight/ Short cut could turn a trail into a horror of life/
(Hook)
/Would you turn on your people? Giving in to the evils/ Just to be on television poppin' collars/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
/Would you let a man die and refuse to ask why? Go and cop a fatter chain, you rottweilers/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
(Genius Verse)
/For the love of the money, cousin got a dozen honeys/ Went from bein' broke & bummy to cleaner than the Easter Bunny/ It's funny/ How quick your status change/ And flip the situation like the Batarang/ He tried to be classy, would chop with some baggies/ His wife said "Sadly, these kids need their daddy"/ It was just like Saturday, we were burning like calories, discussing how we'd rather be/ Paid bigger salaries/ Fresh like celery or big name celebrities/ Now he's in the cell, being held for conspiracy/ Over dollars that he didn't have apparently/ When he's locked away, no hand in the parenting/ All from a paper chase, heavy like paper weights/ In court "Vs. The State," they play him like Crazy Eights/ That just goes to demonstrate/ They're taking off our dinner plate/ More than a piece of steak/ And we let em' eat a piece of cake/ We let it be a piece of cake/
(Hook)
/Would you turn on your people? Giving in to the evils/ Just to be on television poppin' collars/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
/Would you let a man die and refuse to ask why? Go and cop a fatter chain, you rottweilers/ What would you do for the dollars?/ What would you do for the dollars?/
Pontius Pilate
(Verse 1)
/Trollin' thru trenches over concrete benches/ Fractured is the man that sports his stitches/ Honesty means poverty/ Never part of the monopoly/ They tore down housing so pockets could fatten/ Then turned tail and ran like Banks McFadden/ Thank the actors, start shanking rappers/ Anybody that dies that even states of stature/ Chronic torture, chronic torture/ Brought to you in part by Masonic Orders/ Rockefeller, Rupert Murdoch/ This is not just sum obscure plot/ Look back to the day of Crusades/ Whats so familiar about that today?/Kill our people, visualize you cannibal/ It's all right, civilize the animal/ But here's a question that's a bit more puzzling/ Ask yourself, why you hate the Muslim/
(Hook)
/Just dance, don't think/
/Drown out the world in a drink/
/(I said) Just dance, don't think/
/Drown out the world in a drink/
/And say: "If you don't care, we don't either"/
/"You don't see? Naw, me neither"/
/"You don't feel? Shit, I'm anemic"/
/"Shit you ain't touched? I'm quadriplegic"/
(Verse 2)
/Kill the poor and then take his land/ So he hasn't a leg to stand/ Dating way back to Chris Columbus/ Screwed the Natives, rape & plundered/ Where are the so-called Indians now?/Played by Whites on TV, How!/ No man, no matter how frail the fear/ Should ever be forced to walk a trail of tears/ Freed the slaves at the behest of Lincoln/ Rebels took him down, so much for thinkin'/ Gave one Reservations, the other the projects/ Enforced color lines,not a soul would object/ The Ghost of the Darkness Comes/ Fuck the world and pardon the pun/ Religion is weapon but that you know/ Ah bring the booze and pass the blow/
(Hook)
/Just dance, don't think/
/Drown out the world in a drink/
/(I said) Just dance, don't think/
/Drown out the world in a drink/
/And say: "If you don't care, we don't either"/
/"You don't see? Naw, me neither"/
/"You don't feel? Shit, I'm anemic"/
/"Shit you ain't touched? I'm quadriplegic"/
(Vers
/Trollin' thru trenches over concrete benches/ Fractured is the man that sports his stitches/ Honesty means poverty/ Never part of the monopoly/ They tore down housing so pockets could fatten/ Then turned tail and ran like Banks McFadden/ Thank the actors, start shanking rappers/ Anybody that dies that even states of stature/ Chronic torture, chronic torture/ Brought to you in part by Masonic Orders/ Rockefeller, Rupert Murdoch/ This is not just sum obscure plot/ Look back to the day of Crusades/ Whats so familiar about that today?/Kill our people, visualize you cannibal/ It's all right, civilize the animal/ But here's a question that's a bit more puzzling/ Ask yourself, why you hate the Muslim/
(Hook)
/Just dance, don't think/
/Drown out the world in a drink/
/(I said) Just dance, don't think/
/Drown out the world in a drink/
/And say: "If you don't care, we don't either"/
/"You don't see? Naw, me neither"/
/"You don't feel? Shit, I'm anemic"/
/"Shit you ain't touched? I'm quadriplegic"/
(Verse 2)
/Kill the poor and then take his land/ So he hasn't a leg to stand/ Dating way back to Chris Columbus/ Screwed the Natives, rape & plundered/ Where are the so-called Indians now?/Played by Whites on TV, How!/ No man, no matter how frail the fear/ Should ever be forced to walk a trail of tears/ Freed the slaves at the behest of Lincoln/ Rebels took him down, so much for thinkin'/ Gave one Reservations, the other the projects/ Enforced color lines,not a soul would object/ The Ghost of the Darkness Comes/ Fuck the world and pardon the pun/ Religion is weapon but that you know/ Ah bring the booze and pass the blow/
(Hook)
/Just dance, don't think/
/Drown out the world in a drink/
/(I said) Just dance, don't think/
/Drown out the world in a drink/
/And say: "If you don't care, we don't either"/
/"You don't see? Naw, me neither"/
/"You don't feel? Shit, I'm anemic"/
/"Shit you ain't touched? I'm quadriplegic"/
(Vers
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Refracted Enlightenment
(Crocker Verse)
/Lost lives and raw rhymes/ Christ wounds and salt mines/ Wrong sides for all times/ As you seek a G-d's mind/ In reverie, the Elohim/ Our dis-acknowledged pedigree/ And at the table set for me, I feast upon inequity/ I'm either G-d's child or Rothschild/ The content or voracious/ So what's the basis for what you're based in or is it baseless?/ Is your faith makeshift, take trips in spaceships/ Consumed in the facelift; Makes dollars but nay sense?/ Fuck a rapper/ I'm an artist/ Another state target saddled with vague charges/ A fanatic pyromaniac trying to save arson/ So I take rap's ashes, lace my blunt, and spark it/ Spartanburg, if loss occurs, just make sure my thought's preserved/ If my gall and nerve is all you heard/ Then you ain't listen/ You evoke Davy Crockett holed up in that Mission/ Dying for tradition that wasn't yours to begin with/
(Hook)
/Either make your peace or cock it/ Heed your profit or your prophets/ (Or) Fire a bullet in your temple/ Place a canvas/ Make collages/ Make your mind or make mirages/ (Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,)Make your mind or make mirages/ (Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,)
/Lost lives and raw rhymes/ Christ wounds and salt mines/ Wrong sides for all times/ As you seek a G-d's mind/ In reverie, the Elohim/ Our dis-acknowledged pedigree/ And at the table set for me, I feast upon inequity/ I'm either G-d's child or Rothschild/ The content or voracious/ So what's the basis for what you're based in or is it baseless?/ Is your faith makeshift, take trips in spaceships/ Consumed in the facelift; Makes dollars but nay sense?/ Fuck a rapper/ I'm an artist/ Another state target saddled with vague charges/ A fanatic pyromaniac trying to save arson/ So I take rap's ashes, lace my blunt, and spark it/ Spartanburg, if loss occurs, just make sure my thought's preserved/ If my gall and nerve is all you heard/ Then you ain't listen/ You evoke Davy Crockett holed up in that Mission/ Dying for tradition that wasn't yours to begin with/
(Hook)
/Either make your peace or cock it/ Heed your profit or your prophets/ (Or) Fire a bullet in your temple/ Place a canvas/ Make collages/ Make your mind or make mirages/ (Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,)Make your mind or make mirages/ (Na, Na, Na, Na, Na,)
The Preamble
(Crocker Verse)
/They say my "race speak" is a gimmick/ A crutch upon my lyrics/ A stupid tool that I would use to vie for your attention/ Rather not that I would speak "percentage of conviction"/ Or billions Clinton gave toward the building of new prisons/ The prison industrial complex, honest/ Take a minute and view in context/ Corporations thru prison labor quadruple profits/ Pay prisoner a dime and nickle an hour for projects/ The times that I was searched 'cause my passenger was black/ Asking me about some weed, asking him about some crack/ The way whites turn their nose up when it's mentioned that I rap/ And the nervous looks they give when somebody around me's black/ If you embrace, then I'll relent/ Let go the hate, then I won't vent/ Don't use your faith and then play the bitch/ And I'll stay my place instead of trip/ G-d Allah, forgive my tone and my resentment/ I just expected more out of some you claim as children/ Adam, if it's nothing; then keep it as you speak/ Instead of how you make it and skew how I perceive it/ The knowledge stained indecent 'cause of how you chose to treat it/ So excuse, if when I spot the false, I point it out and scream it/
/They say my "race speak" is a gimmick/ A crutch upon my lyrics/ A stupid tool that I would use to vie for your attention/ Rather not that I would speak "percentage of conviction"/ Or billions Clinton gave toward the building of new prisons/ The prison industrial complex, honest/ Take a minute and view in context/ Corporations thru prison labor quadruple profits/ Pay prisoner a dime and nickle an hour for projects/ The times that I was searched 'cause my passenger was black/ Asking me about some weed, asking him about some crack/ The way whites turn their nose up when it's mentioned that I rap/ And the nervous looks they give when somebody around me's black/ If you embrace, then I'll relent/ Let go the hate, then I won't vent/ Don't use your faith and then play the bitch/ And I'll stay my place instead of trip/ G-d Allah, forgive my tone and my resentment/ I just expected more out of some you claim as children/ Adam, if it's nothing; then keep it as you speak/ Instead of how you make it and skew how I perceive it/ The knowledge stained indecent 'cause of how you chose to treat it/ So excuse, if when I spot the false, I point it out and scream it/
Brown Bombin' Verse
(Crocker Verse)
/Junior if it slipped, Crocker in the slit/ Hyperbaric fresh, here's a pillow with a mint/ Open wound bleeding, in the kennel, with a pit/ My roundabout way, to say, that it's bout to be some shit/ Swinging like I'm Tiger's wife/ Tony Tiger, Tiger Stripes/ In my Jushin "Thunder" Liger light, feelin' kinda right/ My most regal of Sphinx's pose/ Blunt rolled and the lean's cold/ Acknowledge, don't front, about-face like you don't know/ Every time I rhyme should be preceded with drum rolls/ Snub nose fires, three times then tongue rolls/ Off, into a tangent, that makes it feel like the sun's cold/ Bars eclipse light, midday to pitch night/ Mercury'll start to freeze, and I'll smile like it's life/ Schematics, my tactics represent I'm a bastards/ Voice-box be a weapon that was built to kill fascists/ My people are savage, alchemists with the magic/ Be the same motherfucker 'till I'm eaten by maggots/ If you don't understand it, then you'll probably damn it/ Sixteenth Cherokee pointin' a pistol at Standish/
/Junior if it slipped, Crocker in the slit/ Hyperbaric fresh, here's a pillow with a mint/ Open wound bleeding, in the kennel, with a pit/ My roundabout way, to say, that it's bout to be some shit/ Swinging like I'm Tiger's wife/ Tony Tiger, Tiger Stripes/ In my Jushin "Thunder" Liger light, feelin' kinda right/ My most regal of Sphinx's pose/ Blunt rolled and the lean's cold/ Acknowledge, don't front, about-face like you don't know/ Every time I rhyme should be preceded with drum rolls/ Snub nose fires, three times then tongue rolls/ Off, into a tangent, that makes it feel like the sun's cold/ Bars eclipse light, midday to pitch night/ Mercury'll start to freeze, and I'll smile like it's life/ Schematics, my tactics represent I'm a bastards/ Voice-box be a weapon that was built to kill fascists/ My people are savage, alchemists with the magic/ Be the same motherfucker 'till I'm eaten by maggots/ If you don't understand it, then you'll probably damn it/ Sixteenth Cherokee pointin' a pistol at Standish/
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Pages Of The Past
/I'm wary wary, quite contrary/ The hate overpowers, but I don't tarry/Write for the cage bird: Sing canary/
/Induced revolution, but it ain't carry/Pfizer is kaiser, I'm too hyper/ So they flip the script,and make me tire/ /But my policy's expired, I'm still wired/ Antitrust quicksand, they still flip grams/ Brother kills brother through the storm of war/ Say it's for our God, it is Lord informed/ Nirvana in store, just perform the chore/ No mind to the pigs, we ignore the boar// Poor keep grounded, while the rich take off/ So I smile for a while that Bern Made Off/ Laugh with my dad, who was just laid off/ And speak of the ways that we sustain more/ Sweat soaked face from his days in the sun/ Shower, roll a joint, start cleanin' his gun/ Smiled when we hung, pride in bein' his son/ And talk now and then about when he was young/ Ridin' in his truck, mellowing speed/ Smells of sawdust and the bellowing weed/ Trip a lil' bit round whenever I'd leave/ Sabbath when he'd drive and I'd stare at the trees/ People put too much in politics/ Cups of faith poured into hollow shit/ Try wrap arms 'round a hologram/ Man, I'd rather be a king like Solomon/ Two party system, what happened to options?/ A hundred mailmans' and not one Stockton/ Tea aficionados, full of bravado/ And just as many skeletons, man, what are you selling?/ Dawg, who are you telling?/ One big prison, directed by felons/ Tappin' on my veins, rap in the rain/ Debating on escaping, maybe grabbing the train/ Ride out west and then fuel a beginning/ And create mirages that I use in my lyrics/ Nurse a Marlboro and thumb through a classic/ Maybe Emerson, and father some bastards/ Get a 9 to 5 and then work 'till I die/ Or hoard some Vyvanse and live in my mind/ Record on the side, bartering time/ Or scrap all of that and just father some rhymes/
/Induced revolution, but it ain't carry/Pfizer is kaiser, I'm too hyper/ So they flip the script,and make me tire/ /But my policy's expired, I'm still wired/ Antitrust quicksand, they still flip grams/ Brother kills brother through the storm of war/ Say it's for our God, it is Lord informed/ Nirvana in store, just perform the chore/ No mind to the pigs, we ignore the boar// Poor keep grounded, while the rich take off/ So I smile for a while that Bern Made Off/ Laugh with my dad, who was just laid off/ And speak of the ways that we sustain more/ Sweat soaked face from his days in the sun/ Shower, roll a joint, start cleanin' his gun/ Smiled when we hung, pride in bein' his son/ And talk now and then about when he was young/ Ridin' in his truck, mellowing speed/ Smells of sawdust and the bellowing weed/ Trip a lil' bit round whenever I'd leave/ Sabbath when he'd drive and I'd stare at the trees/ People put too much in politics/ Cups of faith poured into hollow shit/ Try wrap arms 'round a hologram/ Man, I'd rather be a king like Solomon/ Two party system, what happened to options?/ A hundred mailmans' and not one Stockton/ Tea aficionados, full of bravado/ And just as many skeletons, man, what are you selling?/ Dawg, who are you telling?/ One big prison, directed by felons/ Tappin' on my veins, rap in the rain/ Debating on escaping, maybe grabbing the train/ Ride out west and then fuel a beginning/ And create mirages that I use in my lyrics/ Nurse a Marlboro and thumb through a classic/ Maybe Emerson, and father some bastards/ Get a 9 to 5 and then work 'till I die/ Or hoard some Vyvanse and live in my mind/ Record on the side, bartering time/ Or scrap all of that and just father some rhymes/
The Red Carpet
(Crocker Verse)
/ Kid said foreign countries don't fear us enough/ I shook my head like "is that really what's up?"/ Do you know our history, what we've done from the jump?/ Example slave trade or giving natives the gun/ Along with blankets fulla small pox, whiskey, & rum/ In exchange for their trust, just to pump bullets in them/ Go to any reservation that's left in the country/ And ask if they fear what we'll do for some money?/ Dig Jesus up and ask if Romans rattled his people/ If they were treated like cattle, marked, belittled, and beaten/ How the Goy's did his brother when he spouted his teachings/ Took a rock to his skull and then relentlessly beat it/ Find footage of Saddam when he was facing the noose/But a shell of what he was, like a manic recluse/ Peep Gandhi facing Britain and the courage displayed/ While most would've cowered, he put his chips on his faith/ A preacher named Brown, Harper Ferry's VA/ With his sons & freed slaves, he rang a shot in their face/ They killed his kids, and for his sins, the gallows await/ He said we're all God's children, neck snapped in the wake/ Modern day, Iraq, 2 million and counting/ No weapons founded, just contracts and accounting/ We're the children of the Greeks, the Romans, & Britain/ So say again, how foreign countries think that we're slipping?/ Foreign or domestic, there's been palpable tension/ Said foreign or domestic, been palpable tension/
(Krosswordze Verse)
/The land of the fee, the home of the slave/ Indentured servitude, no gratitude, hence the attitude that they hate/ "Who are they?"/ The Mitt Romney's and the 53 percent/ Who openly admit they want to keep it this way/ And can't relate to n****r's, s**c's, and gay's, but will debate for a way/ To put more of these n*****s away/ The amber waves of grain stock piled/ But families can't put food on their plates/So what part of this America's so great?/ That you have to lift your face pledge allegiance to a place/ In which you have no stake, and they really don't want you to stay/ "It's not that way" Then ask the native tribes who've barely even survived/ Since the Europeans arrived and the land swiped from their eyes/ Millions have died, all because of lies/ From 1830 to 1838, they forced every native and some Africans out of the eastern states/ "But Ole Hickory's so great.." at least that's what history say/ Then again, I guess that's why his face is on currency plates/
/ Kid said foreign countries don't fear us enough/ I shook my head like "is that really what's up?"/ Do you know our history, what we've done from the jump?/ Example slave trade or giving natives the gun/ Along with blankets fulla small pox, whiskey, & rum/ In exchange for their trust, just to pump bullets in them/ Go to any reservation that's left in the country/ And ask if they fear what we'll do for some money?/ Dig Jesus up and ask if Romans rattled his people/ If they were treated like cattle, marked, belittled, and beaten/ How the Goy's did his brother when he spouted his teachings/ Took a rock to his skull and then relentlessly beat it/ Find footage of Saddam when he was facing the noose/But a shell of what he was, like a manic recluse/ Peep Gandhi facing Britain and the courage displayed/ While most would've cowered, he put his chips on his faith/ A preacher named Brown, Harper Ferry's VA/ With his sons & freed slaves, he rang a shot in their face/ They killed his kids, and for his sins, the gallows await/ He said we're all God's children, neck snapped in the wake/ Modern day, Iraq, 2 million and counting/ No weapons founded, just contracts and accounting/ We're the children of the Greeks, the Romans, & Britain/ So say again, how foreign countries think that we're slipping?/ Foreign or domestic, there's been palpable tension/ Said foreign or domestic, been palpable tension/
(Krosswordze Verse)
/The land of the fee, the home of the slave/ Indentured servitude, no gratitude, hence the attitude that they hate/ "Who are they?"/ The Mitt Romney's and the 53 percent/ Who openly admit they want to keep it this way/ And can't relate to n****r's, s**c's, and gay's, but will debate for a way/ To put more of these n*****s away/ The amber waves of grain stock piled/ But families can't put food on their plates/So what part of this America's so great?/ That you have to lift your face pledge allegiance to a place/ In which you have no stake, and they really don't want you to stay/ "It's not that way" Then ask the native tribes who've barely even survived/ Since the Europeans arrived and the land swiped from their eyes/ Millions have died, all because of lies/ From 1830 to 1838, they forced every native and some Africans out of the eastern states/ "But Ole Hickory's so great.." at least that's what history say/ Then again, I guess that's why his face is on currency plates/
Week 19 Party & Bullshit
(Crocker Verse)
/I've been a terror since the public school era/ Arrests, drug tests, buncha shit on my chest/ Full of spit and vinegar, workin' out the integer/ Negative to positive, opposition miniature/ Fuck if I'm white? Most pale in comparison/ Style can't afford like they're Harrison/ Gonna talk but they're hardly mean/ Just a dumb, loud addict son: Charlie Sheen/ Buh, buh, Bastards/ Uh, uh, uh...Winning/ Spit Tiger's Blood....son, uh, uh, uh...Winning/ Here's to my state, that still wanna secede/ And to Representative Bright, that wants our own currency.../That shit's fuh, fuh, fuh, funny/ Our state government's some duh, duh, duh..Dummies!/ The hell are you doin'?/ We're still broke/ And ask the President, "where the hell's my hope?"/
/I've been a terror since the public school era/ Arrests, drug tests, buncha shit on my chest/ Full of spit and vinegar, workin' out the integer/ Negative to positive, opposition miniature/ Fuck if I'm white? Most pale in comparison/ Style can't afford like they're Harrison/ Gonna talk but they're hardly mean/ Just a dumb, loud addict son: Charlie Sheen/ Buh, buh, Bastards/ Uh, uh, uh...Winning/ Spit Tiger's Blood....son, uh, uh, uh...Winning/ Here's to my state, that still wanna secede/ And to Representative Bright, that wants our own currency.../That shit's fuh, fuh, fuh, funny/ Our state government's some duh, duh, duh..Dummies!/ The hell are you doin'?/ We're still broke/ And ask the President, "where the hell's my hope?"/
Week 17 Mumble Mumble
(Crocker Verse)
/In the garden of Eden, deceptively scheming/ On my next come-up, as I was banished for treason/ Famished for seasons.../So I puffed cigarettes until it damaged my breathing/ Corroded my lungs, but suppressed my appetite/ All this..for just an apple bite, heh../ Cataclysmic makeup broke down to it's core/ Funny, the burdens you take up and then you turn and ignore/ 'Neath the industry, near the light of tall towers/ Son of king...rather play a wallflower/ Go forth and document this whole mockumentary/ Succubus king, helluva responsibility/ Reach for the stars with Joe Theisman's agility/ Wolves still try to make a meal of me/ Creep like *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh*/
(Kronkite Verse)
/Whoa, sweet Jehovah's witness/ Console your mistress, pound of blow in minutes/ I'm geeked out my mind as I run from daggers/ As I'm chased by dumb, air polluting rappers/ I turn my brown eye when I learned I'm crowned/ The best in the south, and yet still I frown/ Cause round my town, I see tops down/ And people pulled over, and still see cops found/ Another one dead, another one bled/ See superstar athletes take one in the leg/ Pushin' so close to being able to pull away/ And all it's gonna take is just one mixtape/ I'm dreamin' of drinkin' and being the best of the evening/ As rest get mad as their bitches keep creaming/ Just know when I'm on top, I ain't never leaving/ Fuck you filthy snakes in the garden of Eden/
/In the garden of Eden, deceptively scheming/ On my next come-up, as I was banished for treason/ Famished for seasons.../So I puffed cigarettes until it damaged my breathing/ Corroded my lungs, but suppressed my appetite/ All this..for just an apple bite, heh../ Cataclysmic makeup broke down to it's core/ Funny, the burdens you take up and then you turn and ignore/ 'Neath the industry, near the light of tall towers/ Son of king...rather play a wallflower/ Go forth and document this whole mockumentary/ Succubus king, helluva responsibility/ Reach for the stars with Joe Theisman's agility/ Wolves still try to make a meal of me/ Creep like *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh* *duh*/
(Kronkite Verse)
/Whoa, sweet Jehovah's witness/ Console your mistress, pound of blow in minutes/ I'm geeked out my mind as I run from daggers/ As I'm chased by dumb, air polluting rappers/ I turn my brown eye when I learned I'm crowned/ The best in the south, and yet still I frown/ Cause round my town, I see tops down/ And people pulled over, and still see cops found/ Another one dead, another one bled/ See superstar athletes take one in the leg/ Pushin' so close to being able to pull away/ And all it's gonna take is just one mixtape/ I'm dreamin' of drinkin' and being the best of the evening/ As rest get mad as their bitches keep creaming/ Just know when I'm on top, I ain't never leaving/ Fuck you filthy snakes in the garden of Eden/
Week 12 Just Fire
(Crocker Verse)
/Deliberate, methodical, thought out as a bombing/ By extremists, cuttin' edge like the side of incisors/ Spit I peel walls like I'm huffing on primer/ Ill right? I disturb still night/ Seep into your dreams; Ellen Page & steel knives/ Hard Candy, flow like I'm rocked up/ The best; 'less you're diggin' Biggie or 'Pac up/ Hell to stop me, you better deal for Jason Voorhies/ If beaten tracks equaled gore.../Then blood would be pouring/ Every line soaring...over your head/ Like it's a B.O.B. hook/ So make a wish on my bars and pretend their airplanes/ Say it's disgusting, say I'm piss crazy/Naw, I'm not a sadist; Just rap's Dick Cheney/ Hit a tiger with a Taser, hope that she maims me/ If you don't speak "Crocker," then...bet it's an issue/ Then I'll fly a plane into your booth, just to make it official/
/Deliberate, methodical, thought out as a bombing/ By extremists, cuttin' edge like the side of incisors/ Spit I peel walls like I'm huffing on primer/ Ill right? I disturb still night/ Seep into your dreams; Ellen Page & steel knives/ Hard Candy, flow like I'm rocked up/ The best; 'less you're diggin' Biggie or 'Pac up/ Hell to stop me, you better deal for Jason Voorhies/ If beaten tracks equaled gore.../Then blood would be pouring/ Every line soaring...over your head/ Like it's a B.O.B. hook/ So make a wish on my bars and pretend their airplanes/ Say it's disgusting, say I'm piss crazy/Naw, I'm not a sadist; Just rap's Dick Cheney/ Hit a tiger with a Taser, hope that she maims me/ If you don't speak "Crocker," then...bet it's an issue/ Then I'll fly a plane into your booth, just to make it official/
Week 9 Dear 1st Time
(Crocker Verse)
/Hungover from the night prior/ Twisted as mic wires/ Look over at the clock: 3 hours to light fires/ On a stage, for the first scheduled/ Promotion crazy/ See my name in the ads, emotion pays me/ Feelings never felt/ Shower and change/ Shave in the mirror, lyrics play, and I hear 'em/ Recite 'em in repetition, I burn a set-list/ Feelin' higher than sparrows, like I'ma need a guest list/ Clean my kicks lovely, then I'm up out the door/ Know the songs backwards and now I'm assured/ On that raised platform, my heart skips a beat/ But I stand and conduct/ My own symphonies/ See familiar faces and their pride, it beams/ As I glide through the sky and I ride it's seams/ Girl greets as I leave, been an all day patron/ Said I was the best she'd seen, and I hide my shaking/
/Hungover from the night prior/ Twisted as mic wires/ Look over at the clock: 3 hours to light fires/ On a stage, for the first scheduled/ Promotion crazy/ See my name in the ads, emotion pays me/ Feelings never felt/ Shower and change/ Shave in the mirror, lyrics play, and I hear 'em/ Recite 'em in repetition, I burn a set-list/ Feelin' higher than sparrows, like I'ma need a guest list/ Clean my kicks lovely, then I'm up out the door/ Know the songs backwards and now I'm assured/ On that raised platform, my heart skips a beat/ But I stand and conduct/ My own symphonies/ See familiar faces and their pride, it beams/ As I glide through the sky and I ride it's seams/ Girl greets as I leave, been an all day patron/ Said I was the best she'd seen, and I hide my shaking/
FML
(Verse 1)
/Down wind with resistance, futile to the finish/ Dark in the light, seems way more intrinsic/ Picture perfect...but the frame's bent/ Perfect picture, with the same shit/ Dense, as if I'm layered, cause I posture a lot/ If only to myself, 'til my problems forgot/ Problem with myself?/ My condition to rot/ Create, then abandon, a submission for naught/ What's success without stability?/ Just a moral victory?/ Another tragic anecdote that fades into our history?/ Never worth the auction block at Sotheby's or Tiffany's/ But for seven beans, I'll show you things, this music's ripped from me/
(Hook)
/Staring at the screen for 8 more hours/
/Take in stride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Squeezing inspiration 'till I feel it sour/
/Come another ride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
(Verse 2 - Crocker)
/Find an issue I can prod at/ Maybe I write another G-d rap/ Or the depth of which my scars lack/ Contemplate..'til I fall back/ Bismallah, is Isa in my makeup?/ Time...How much more can I take up?/
(Verse 2 -Katalyst)
/Waste of time, waste of space/ N****r and a pasty face/ Callin' you out on your shit, advanced without the laces laced/ But I ain't even trippin', just caught on to the pimpin'/ Tried to blind me with religion/ Time is tickin' hoe...You're time is tickin' hoe/
(Hook)
/Staring at the screen for 8 more hours/
/Take in stride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Squeezing inspiration 'till I feel it sour/
/Come another ride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
(Verse 3)
/I feel like I ain't slept in a hundred nights/ But this is what you wanted, right?/ Bright lights and everyone around/ Runnin' for the kick, just to get Charlie Brown'ed/ No more security blankets; Surprise Linus/ Out in the cold, left you with sniffles like a dry sinus/ And in that very moment, what you realize is/ A picture perfect plan & theory isn't an applied science/ Minus the hype, feel like a failure with nothin' to show/ Minus your pride, feel like your highs where just more so, your lows/ Look in your eyes and lie, just to cushion the blow/ But then the mirror replies, "But I thought you wanted to blow?"/
(Bridge)
/Fill in the blank/
/Won't you color in the frame/
/Certain of your choice/
/Careful of the paint/
/Fill in the blank/
/Won't you color in the frame/
/Certain of your choice/
/Careful of the paint/
(Hook)
/Staring at the screen for 8 more hours/
/Take in stride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Squeezing inspiration 'till I feel it sour/
/Come another ride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Down wind with resistance, futile to the finish/ Dark in the light, seems way more intrinsic/ Picture perfect...but the frame's bent/ Perfect picture, with the same shit/ Dense, as if I'm layered, cause I posture a lot/ If only to myself, 'til my problems forgot/ Problem with myself?/ My condition to rot/ Create, then abandon, a submission for naught/ What's success without stability?/ Just a moral victory?/ Another tragic anecdote that fades into our history?/ Never worth the auction block at Sotheby's or Tiffany's/ But for seven beans, I'll show you things, this music's ripped from me/
(Hook)
/Staring at the screen for 8 more hours/
/Take in stride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Squeezing inspiration 'till I feel it sour/
/Come another ride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
(Verse 2 - Crocker)
/Find an issue I can prod at/ Maybe I write another G-d rap/ Or the depth of which my scars lack/ Contemplate..'til I fall back/ Bismallah, is Isa in my makeup?/ Time...How much more can I take up?/
(Verse 2 -Katalyst)
/Waste of time, waste of space/ N****r and a pasty face/ Callin' you out on your shit, advanced without the laces laced/ But I ain't even trippin', just caught on to the pimpin'/ Tried to blind me with religion/ Time is tickin' hoe...You're time is tickin' hoe/
(Hook)
/Staring at the screen for 8 more hours/
/Take in stride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Squeezing inspiration 'till I feel it sour/
/Come another ride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
(Verse 3)
/I feel like I ain't slept in a hundred nights/ But this is what you wanted, right?/ Bright lights and everyone around/ Runnin' for the kick, just to get Charlie Brown'ed/ No more security blankets; Surprise Linus/ Out in the cold, left you with sniffles like a dry sinus/ And in that very moment, what you realize is/ A picture perfect plan & theory isn't an applied science/ Minus the hype, feel like a failure with nothin' to show/ Minus your pride, feel like your highs where just more so, your lows/ Look in your eyes and lie, just to cushion the blow/ But then the mirror replies, "But I thought you wanted to blow?"/
(Bridge)
/Fill in the blank/
/Won't you color in the frame/
/Certain of your choice/
/Careful of the paint/
/Fill in the blank/
/Won't you color in the frame/
/Certain of your choice/
/Careful of the paint/
(Hook)
/Staring at the screen for 8 more hours/
/Take in stride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Squeezing inspiration 'till I feel it sour/
/Come another ride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Judas Sicarri [Soul On Ice] (Remix)
(Verse 1)
/The lost I represent, I come from their strand/ Lodge in every town, nay help for fellow man/ White trash seekin' purpose, after a place to stand/ Instead submissive nature, a speech, a reprimand/ For where Stonewall met death at the hands of his own/ From where fucking James Brown picked up his microphone/ Where Mama told me "Son, please leave that mic alone.."/ Said "There's no future in you reciting poems"/ "Assimilate Stephen, if you know what's good"/ I dismissed, seekin' battles, tryna see what's hood/ The lost seed of Gehazi, see the sin in my pigment/ So if ye are pale, it warrants a mention/ I long to be righteous but I lack the dimension/ So I offer up prayer in a sentence.../ "Baruch Atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech Ha'Olam.." "Bismallah"/ Jesus died, 33, in 33 A.D., raised on day 3, from that.../Trinity/ Man...what a co-wink-e-dink/ Templar, Templar, won't you bring me a dream/ Kristos translated to Christ/ Take "K," the eleventh letter and multiply thrice/ Gosh...what's it mean when you burn that cross again?/ Got you lost again/ Pope was Hitler youth, bet he loved the Jews/ Bring your tithes, sacrifices, offerings, dues/ All from the seeds that seen mockery grew/ Your mind, body, soul, and your property too/ My rhyme be awfully, thoughtfully due/ In a nice lil' cherry mahogany hue/ A part of me, is artfully, just targeting you/ And juxtaposing art next to marketing truth/ Want purpose, but see none/ Hip-Hop don't breath none/ Body mummified, on display next season/ And Hov's bitch...sold out, everyone near him/ Vampire...slurping up Kanye's serum/ Fuck your band, blog, scene, and your dub-step too/ And you're cute lil' art? Man, fuck that too/ It's bleeding estrogen/
(Verse 2)
/Bathed in the light, like the son of the morning/ Raised myself from the dead, felt my body contorting/ Soul on cold, what feelings you hoarding?/ So many chips on my shoulder, becomes a cross I'm supporting/ Fuck a Wayne verse...Where my Primo scratch?/ I'm Hip-Hop, it's obvious, like Cee-Lo's fat/ Secreting southern heat, like a T-Mo rap/ Screaming "He's Hardcore!" like Little Guidos' back/ Why did I give up Christianity?/ Romans killed Jesus Christ and made portraits of vanity/ Could you imagine Malcolm's shooters telling his story?/ Work a mosque in his name, professing his glory?/ What would you say to that?/ Remember...this is only a rap/ I'm no prophet or anti, just simply a rapper/ Or one racially confused cracker/
/The lost I represent, I come from their strand/ Lodge in every town, nay help for fellow man/ White trash seekin' purpose, after a place to stand/ Instead submissive nature, a speech, a reprimand/ For where Stonewall met death at the hands of his own/ From where fucking James Brown picked up his microphone/ Where Mama told me "Son, please leave that mic alone.."/ Said "There's no future in you reciting poems"/ "Assimilate Stephen, if you know what's good"/ I dismissed, seekin' battles, tryna see what's hood/ The lost seed of Gehazi, see the sin in my pigment/ So if ye are pale, it warrants a mention/ I long to be righteous but I lack the dimension/ So I offer up prayer in a sentence.../ "Baruch Atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech Ha'Olam.." "Bismallah"/ Jesus died, 33, in 33 A.D., raised on day 3, from that.../Trinity/ Man...what a co-wink-e-dink/ Templar, Templar, won't you bring me a dream/ Kristos translated to Christ/ Take "K," the eleventh letter and multiply thrice/ Gosh...what's it mean when you burn that cross again?/ Got you lost again/ Pope was Hitler youth, bet he loved the Jews/ Bring your tithes, sacrifices, offerings, dues/ All from the seeds that seen mockery grew/ Your mind, body, soul, and your property too/ My rhyme be awfully, thoughtfully due/ In a nice lil' cherry mahogany hue/ A part of me, is artfully, just targeting you/ And juxtaposing art next to marketing truth/ Want purpose, but see none/ Hip-Hop don't breath none/ Body mummified, on display next season/ And Hov's bitch...sold out, everyone near him/ Vampire...slurping up Kanye's serum/ Fuck your band, blog, scene, and your dub-step too/ And you're cute lil' art? Man, fuck that too/ It's bleeding estrogen/
(Verse 2)
/Bathed in the light, like the son of the morning/ Raised myself from the dead, felt my body contorting/ Soul on cold, what feelings you hoarding?/ So many chips on my shoulder, becomes a cross I'm supporting/ Fuck a Wayne verse...Where my Primo scratch?/ I'm Hip-Hop, it's obvious, like Cee-Lo's fat/ Secreting southern heat, like a T-Mo rap/ Screaming "He's Hardcore!" like Little Guidos' back/ Why did I give up Christianity?/ Romans killed Jesus Christ and made portraits of vanity/ Could you imagine Malcolm's shooters telling his story?/ Work a mosque in his name, professing his glory?/ What would you say to that?/ Remember...this is only a rap/ I'm no prophet or anti, just simply a rapper/ Or one racially confused cracker/
crushed herbal's
(Verse 1)
/Back...but I don’t know why/ Maybe for approval, maybe I’m the
fall guy/ Maybe I’m the wrong guy, never be at all fly/ Maybe it’s a thing
where I just like to watch my songs die/ Rest in peace, we never heard 'ye/ Another still-born
bred out of the Burg speak/ I like to think I’m dope, and my friends tell me
so/ They also say to leave, that you’ll never let me blow/ All hail the
floundering hero/ Turn my music up and turn it back down to zero/ / My flows
ill, I cold chill, I know real, I sold pills/ I sold weed, I sold speed, I even sold ski/ For brief periods, but some of ya copped from me/ Funny in
high school you all 'nan even talked to me/ Now if we meet, you ask if I’m
rappin’/ If you’re upset at me, you’re attacking my rappin'/ If you don’t
understand it, you’re blastin' my rappin'/(Funny) My entire life has collapsed into
rappin’/ You ask about shows, ask where do I sing at?/ I bite my tongue not to
say that "I don’t sing, ass"/ Shit makes me hate music/ The whole plot of it is
just all consuming/ Used to be just to vent, now I need your approval/ Self
esteem wasted, confined to be frugal/ Where would I be if I ain’t meet Flame/
Six years of this has been a lot to retain/ No fallback yet, but come equipped
with game/ A dot in the mire of the same ol’ same/
(Hook)
/Attention Deficit Disorder/
/Attention Deficit Disorder/
/Attention Deficit Disorder/
/Pistol kissed with mortars/
Dreaming in Dixie
/Time speaks to me with haste and vigor/ Says: clutch your brush and create your picture/ I'm down on my luck, but I'm up on my skill/ Without an audience, though, to receive or to feel/ But I pursue it for the movement, and the trophy of truest/ To breathe on a mic, in a rhythm that's fluid/ So, for now, I grab my smokes, and a pen in earnest/ Let go of inhibitions, throw my fears in the furnace/ Dream up a following, and a label to furnish/ All of everything I need to show 'em I work it/ Nod my head, to the progression of illustrious chords/ And push to goal of my industrious chore/ Not adulation, but respect that I covet/ In the eyes of the public, competition is something/ But it's nothing to me, I smile in defiance/ They're nothing but some lambs, in the presence of lions.
/But I don't know where I'm going, hopefully to the top/
/Even if I fall, I'll be damned if I stop/
/I push, I crawl, I stall, I try/
/To keep a dream alive, that just won't die/
/Used to hustle bootlegs, in exchange for some mic-time/ For the promise of a dream, that maybe I might shine/ Used to write about Mary, then about Terry/ Then ride the beat to wherever it carries/ Pick apart myself, mostly just for the hell of it/ Just a young man, tryin' to scale my Everest/ For Terry, know I love you, I just missed you a lot/ Imagine being young, and all you want is your Pops/ Darlene, you're a queen, and a pillar of poise/ Kept food on the table, and smile on your boy/ To the haters, I'm the truth, and you're a fool to deny it/ Fly in the sky, the position of pilot/ Told me write a hit, or prepare for the silence/ I said "I ain't the type to fall and go quiet"/ I write what I feel, and what I see through my iris/ For better or for worse, for peace or for violence.
/But I don't know where I'm going, hopefully to the top/
/Even if I fall, I'll be damned if I stop/
/I push, I crawl, I stall, I try/
/To keep a dream alive, that just won't die/
/As I fly away to vacate the premise/ Pitching my lyrics in a hope for a listen/ Not wanting one million or a chain that glistens/ But like Tom Cruise, I’m on a mission/ I’m running with the pumas, invisible in the room, but/Mesmerize by a tune Hun, we move sun/ That means fire, (Hot Heat)!/ And pity those fools who (Not Me)!/ Eat emcees, medium rare/
And plan to do it ‘til I lose my hair/ I show no emotion, all you do is care/
/You're taking my quarter, it’s collect call fare/ The galaxy can’t hold me, the industry couldn’t mold me/ These women want to hold me, so why am I so lonely?/ So I tighten up with only seconds left/At the buzzer with the ref blowing his last breath/
/But I don't know where I'm going, hopefully to the top/
/Even if I fall, I'll be damned if I stop/
/I push, I crawl, I stall, I try/
/To keep a dream alive, that just won't die/
/Used to hustle bootlegs, in exchange for some mic-time/ For the promise of a dream, that maybe I might shine/ Used to write about Mary, then about Terry/ Then ride the beat to wherever it carries/ Pick apart myself, mostly just for the hell of it/ Just a young man, tryin' to scale my Everest/ For Terry, know I love you, I just missed you a lot/ Imagine being young, and all you want is your Pops/ Darlene, you're a queen, and a pillar of poise/ Kept food on the table, and smile on your boy/ To the haters, I'm the truth, and you're a fool to deny it/ Fly in the sky, the position of pilot/ Told me write a hit, or prepare for the silence/ I said "I ain't the type to fall and go quiet"/ I write what I feel, and what I see through my iris/ For better or for worse, for peace or for violence.
/But I don't know where I'm going, hopefully to the top/
/Even if I fall, I'll be damned if I stop/
/I push, I crawl, I stall, I try/
/To keep a dream alive, that just won't die/
/As I fly away to vacate the premise/ Pitching my lyrics in a hope for a listen/ Not wanting one million or a chain that glistens/ But like Tom Cruise, I’m on a mission/ I’m running with the pumas, invisible in the room, but/Mesmerize by a tune Hun, we move sun/ That means fire, (Hot Heat)!/ And pity those fools who (Not Me)!/ Eat emcees, medium rare/
And plan to do it ‘til I lose my hair/ I show no emotion, all you do is care/
/You're taking my quarter, it’s collect call fare/ The galaxy can’t hold me, the industry couldn’t mold me/ These women want to hold me, so why am I so lonely?/ So I tighten up with only seconds left/At the buzzer with the ref blowing his last breath/
Role Play
(Hook)
Scandal they seek, tell me scandal brings me into/ The public forum, but I don’t want em/ I can’t see em and I’m not fiendin/ Where’s your blaccent, tell me where’s your acting skills at?/ I don’t do that, I spit truth raps/ Make that booth clap and bring that boom bap/
(Crocker Verse)
/They throw me gimmick after gimmick, image after image/ Another idea to make me cringe and grimace/ What happened to spittin'? Should I blame the crackers?/ Or should look around at peers and then blame the rappers?/ They tell me talk black, the fuck you mean?/ Some ol' Sambo shit , should I grin and preen/ Better yet, should I sag my jeans/ Say Brett, Say Shawty, and then act like teens/ Make up a lie that I was raised in the projects/ So if I use the N Word there's not a cause for you to object/…….. The hell do I look like?/ With that ignorant shit, you think that I’m dumb right?/ I’m Stephen bitch, for either better or worse/ Brash, arrogant, and with a legible verse/ That stands for the culture, not the shit you perceive/ This 100 proof, the shit you swallow is weak/
Scandal they seek, tell me scandal brings me into/ The public forum, but I don’t want em/ I can’t see em and I’m not fiendin/ Where’s your blaccent, tell me where’s your acting skills at?/ I don’t do that, I spit truth raps/ Make that booth clap and bring that boom bap/
(Crocker Verse)
/They throw me gimmick after gimmick, image after image/ Another idea to make me cringe and grimace/ What happened to spittin'? Should I blame the crackers?/ Or should look around at peers and then blame the rappers?/ They tell me talk black, the fuck you mean?/ Some ol' Sambo shit , should I grin and preen/ Better yet, should I sag my jeans/ Say Brett, Say Shawty, and then act like teens/ Make up a lie that I was raised in the projects/ So if I use the N Word there's not a cause for you to object/…….. The hell do I look like?/ With that ignorant shit, you think that I’m dumb right?/ I’m Stephen bitch, for either better or worse/ Brash, arrogant, and with a legible verse/ That stands for the culture, not the shit you perceive/ This 100 proof, the shit you swallow is weak/
Freaks & Geeks Crocker Verse
Buh buh bastards, won't you love it when I say it/ Carolina, baby, I'm to the point where I'm playin'/ The come ups a comin', with coupled tender lovin/ Crocker loves you, dandelions to your mother/ Awkward enough, combative as fuck/ But every time I rhyme, you feel the magic and such/ Tulip tip-toeing, zooted and mellow/ Jubby packs bowls, I chase dragons that's yellow/ My baby loves me, my mother accepts me/ Love lemonade, but I'm partial to Nestea/ They tell me I'm heavy, I tell him that's Vic/ They say that I'm angry, I say naw, that's my dick/ Oops! See the ignorance bled through/ Rachel Cook, egg, pan; This is what meth do/ Cosell, Kronkite, and Jubby Da Fuk/ Family trees don't fork, but you're forkin' with us.
Pull Out Your Happiness
(Hook)
/If your dick don't harden to this song/
/Well then it probably won't harden again/
/So, unzip your pants, and touch my chest/
/And pull out your happiness/
(JubbyFUK Verse)
(Hook)
/If your dick don't harden to this song/
/Well then it probably won't harden again/
/So, unzip your pants, and touch my chest/
/And pull out your happiness/
(Crocker Verse)
/I mean… alright, as long as it's cool/ For me not to do it, I'd feel like a fool/ So let's make with the happiness, pulling' and such/ Chest touch, stress rush, maybe losing a nut/ Crocker, take out a "c" and the "er"/ Whatcha got there? *giggles*…./ Pulled it out so much, I'm facing some charges/ And waiting on results that might callous and harden/ The evidence alone was slanderous, damaging/ Local strip club, with my penis, I'm brandishing/ Told the judge, if he was me, he would too/ See a big-breasted woman, play peek-a-boo/ Held me in contempt, gave a sentence of three months/ I said man, that's bullshit, blame my tree trunk/ Moral of the story, if you pull, pull with caution/ Vigilante lumberjack, I'm constantly logging/
(Hook)
/If your dick don't harden to this song/
/Well then it probably won't harden again/
/So, unzip your pants, and touch my chest/
/And pull out your happiness/
Hillary:
Now, I don't know why I wrote this song, but it came to me at 3am/ So I pulled out a pen, and wrote this shit down, and that's where my story begins/ Now, this song's not about drugs and sex. Just talkin' bout a healthy erection/ So, I ain't got a dick, but don't be a prick, just pull out your happiness/ No, you can't be sad, when you're pullin' out your happiness!
/If your dick don't harden to this song/
/Well then it probably won't harden again/
/So, unzip your pants, and touch my chest/
/And pull out your happiness/
(JubbyFUK Verse)
(Hook)
/If your dick don't harden to this song/
/Well then it probably won't harden again/
/So, unzip your pants, and touch my chest/
/And pull out your happiness/
(Crocker Verse)
/I mean… alright, as long as it's cool/ For me not to do it, I'd feel like a fool/ So let's make with the happiness, pulling' and such/ Chest touch, stress rush, maybe losing a nut/ Crocker, take out a "c" and the "er"/ Whatcha got there? *giggles*…./ Pulled it out so much, I'm facing some charges/ And waiting on results that might callous and harden/ The evidence alone was slanderous, damaging/ Local strip club, with my penis, I'm brandishing/ Told the judge, if he was me, he would too/ See a big-breasted woman, play peek-a-boo/ Held me in contempt, gave a sentence of three months/ I said man, that's bullshit, blame my tree trunk/ Moral of the story, if you pull, pull with caution/ Vigilante lumberjack, I'm constantly logging/
(Hook)
/If your dick don't harden to this song/
/Well then it probably won't harden again/
/So, unzip your pants, and touch my chest/
/And pull out your happiness/
Hillary:
Now, I don't know why I wrote this song, but it came to me at 3am/ So I pulled out a pen, and wrote this shit down, and that's where my story begins/ Now, this song's not about drugs and sex. Just talkin' bout a healthy erection/ So, I ain't got a dick, but don't be a prick, just pull out your happiness/ No, you can't be sad, when you're pullin' out your happiness!
Down On Sedgewick & Cedar (Remix)
(Crocker Verse)
/Here’s a pinch from the solace that I can’t track down/
Looking for a high that’ll bring me back down/ Working up a smile, but for what
purpose/ Now that my life is for your purchase/ Got what I asked for, now I’m
an emcee/ With no degree, broke, and pinching my pennies/ If these the Wonder
Years, where the hell is my Winnie/ On my soapbox, alone, ain’t nobody
listening/ So I crank up the Cee-Lo, Ball, & G/ Paying for the light so the
world can see/ That me and mine are more than the butt of the joke/ Thru these cigarette
butts and bathtubs of dopes/ U-G-K 4 L-I-F-E/ Respects to the kings that relieved
my stressing/ I love New York, but Southern as shit/ Just brash white trash
with a bucket of spit/
(Hook)
/Spin that record, drop that beat/ Succumb to the numb, of which you speak/ Count the stars just as daylight peaks/ And chase that love 'till living cease/
(Background Vocal)
/I'm proud to say, I'm finally on my own.../
You Suck (Like The Pacers)
(Hook)
We so hot, got our feet in the kiddie pool/ Stay on the grind, 'cause I sweep with a shitty broom/ Stay on your mind, balls deep/ Can you dig it? You.../Motherfuckers suck/ No teeth, cup the genitals/
(Verse 2)
/Dan, you ever lace a blunt with some Adderall/ Got me restless as a steer at a cattle call/ Take a beat by the horns like a matador/ Tito Santana!/ But I'm an ofay like I'm a Macklemore.../(You get it?..Fuck it)/ Keep a pistol in the tackle-box/ Summerslam '92 in the Magnavox/ That pistol read "Mattel," reading nipples like they're braille/ I'm Kenan, SNL, you ('re) milkbox, fucking Kel/ Tommy Pickles crystals, Chuckie Finster hairs/ High enough to wanna twinkle toes like Fred Astaire/ Snatch a broom and stick a bear...(Grr!)/ Gettin' slope-intercept, watchin' Surf Ninjas/ And tell Mrs. Claus that I don't work winters/ Turpentine liquor shots and Newport hunnids (hundreds)/ You rappers tickle me, pause; Teddy Ruxpin/
We so hot, got our feet in the kiddie pool/ Stay on the grind, 'cause I sweep with a shitty broom/ Stay on your mind, balls deep/ Can you dig it? You.../Motherfuckers suck/ No teeth, cup the genitals/
(Verse 2)
/Dan, you ever lace a blunt with some Adderall/ Got me restless as a steer at a cattle call/ Take a beat by the horns like a matador/ Tito Santana!/ But I'm an ofay like I'm a Macklemore.../(You get it?..Fuck it)/ Keep a pistol in the tackle-box/ Summerslam '92 in the Magnavox/ That pistol read "Mattel," reading nipples like they're braille/ I'm Kenan, SNL, you ('re) milkbox, fucking Kel/ Tommy Pickles crystals, Chuckie Finster hairs/ High enough to wanna twinkle toes like Fred Astaire/ Snatch a broom and stick a bear...(Grr!)/ Gettin' slope-intercept, watchin' Surf Ninjas/ And tell Mrs. Claus that I don't work winters/ Turpentine liquor shots and Newport hunnids (hundreds)/ You rappers tickle me, pause; Teddy Ruxpin/
Provided By
One horse town, feel like I'm one horse down/ Voice on it's last legs, 'til it's done hoarse now/ Down to my last smoke, last dime, last time/ Thinking I'm only as real, as what I said in my last rhyme/ If I ain't or I'm not, then G-d strike me with lightning/ Jihad to my facade, I'll either kill or enlighten/ Only here to make sure, that the tension'll heighten/ And you when you think of the nicest, that my face is the likeness/ To whom it may concern, if I've a wish to be granted/ In death, make sure my dad fabricates me a casket/ Put a hole for a rose and make sure that you plant it/ To show my weird fascination with beauty and tragic/ Time to take a sabbatical and let go of the baggage/ The best that I can, I've done considerable damage/ Wallowed long enough to make morbid a madam/ Depression right beside it, then they turned it a tandem/ Another ship tryin' port, but nowhere for a landing/ Pop another Adderall and shoot myself out the cannon/ If it's a torrential downpour, then I'll try and I'll manage/ It's life, it's whatever, just deal with it at random/ Get off my ass and push, and don't stress on the outcome/ Sacrifice is sacrifice, who succeeded without one/ So here's to less eating, less sleeping, more drinking/ More thinking, more smoking, more coping, more beating/ My head against the cement, til fewer levels prevent/ The moment and me seizing, within view, now I see it/ That elusive brass ring, that's proved to be my reason/ That's carried me through seasons, gave me air for breathing/ That tore me through the shit, and would never let me relent/ Cause wasn't nothing there that was coming to my defense/ So, I sifted through the needless, til I wrote without a pretense/ That I was gonna be sick until I forced a lesion/ Went into a booth, started laying out my grievance/ Til I knew you felt I's the truest and the meanest/ That drive coupled hate, and it built me a stairway/ An awfully steep one, but I move at a bear's pace/ Reshaped who I was, and ripped me out of my bare frame/ Molded me an irony, out of smokes and some spare change/
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