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Intro
01:20
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End of the new law, beginning of the new new.
I'm too raw. I'm one with everything that you let rule you.
I put the root down if it's giving me a skewed view,
And search for a perfect perch befitting of a guru.
The traveller. I go from heart to heart.
Reveal my truth and then depart.
The kid with two accents, impervious to psychoanalysis.
They simply won't stop having the mafia in providence.
How fucked up ah you?
My problems got problems.
My problems got problems ’til they’re gone.
“You can use *me* as a pawn!”
I'm fully stocked and prepared. I ain't dropping no freestyle.
Got a lock of your hair and witch doctors on speed dial.
I'm starting the pretrial with no hesitation.
Stepping to the bench with self-representation.
It's a nighttime drive through the mountains where I slalom the wildlife,
And hug each turn like a dying wife.
The white of my eyes are shining bright. My dear, don’t get caught in it.
Some are born to run, some just ain't as fortunate.
I hit the ground crawling talking gibberish. The highly functional fuck up.
Unconditional love bugs splattered across the front of my truck.
You know the rules but you don't know the law,
When your humor no longer works on the person who you played the joker for.
It’s such a crime because you devoted all that time to the punchline.
But you can't rush the long con (nor strong arm the sunshine.)
My problems got problems.
My problems got problems ’til they’re gone.
“Go on then!”
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Hook:
Nothing from the start
Bubble up the pot
Shovel with heart
Hustle what you got
Verse 1:
Cold blooded that winter give you ice veins
Open up it’s coming from the pipe drains
Overflow flooded from the plight rains
The hard way put your savings in the dice game
No bias, one choice can make ya life change
Bright lights in sight, ignite Flight to flame
Watch it grow like fangs
Yo, this is why we can’t have nice thangs, yo
Win the lottery, then die broke from it
Once you know the price you don’t want it
Sniffing blow through a hundred
Nose running like the old Drummonds
Then froze like you stole something
Pluck a rose from the rubbish, just to post for numbers
Like you own the publishing, you poach hunters
Sex, money, fame on the table like it’s suppers
Close enough to touch it, watch a man show his colors
Hook:
Nothing from the start
Bubble up the pot
Shovel with heart
Hustle what you got
Verse 2:
Check your stare gaze, fair game in light you deerfaced,
Puddled in a corner like piss in a staircase
I’m not fit for the airwaves
My raps stay tight like black fist and hair braids
I’m canned rage mixed with gamma rays
So watch as my banner raise
The handsome face, be camera shy
I analyze, and acquaint, don’t go just bi what you sell, I’m straight like Anne Heche
And her mate, I animate
And speak volumes
That peak like Greek columns
With the meek and solemn
Who be feeding at the bottom
I learned to be a problem
The beats stop em like police in Gotham
On Lexington in East Harlem
I breathe oxygen, excrete carbon, Dioxicide
5’9, a buck fifty, like an ox across the side
Ya cheek and face, the barber beefcake,
The art imitating the part that Heath play
It’s no joke, they’ll provoke and slow roast ya
Troll til’s old like demos as cd coasters
Most are mediocre, boast to be the bolder
Toast to each his own but East coast be the boulder
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Chorus (Sage Francis):
Get those birds.
You gotta get those birds.
Hands up, hands up!
Gotta get those birds.
Verse 1 (jesse the Tree):
The red wallpaper peel slow
Life vaporized in the mortal eyes of a dormant fly
I absorb a tide, adorn a message in a bottle on my sleeve
Sun dried, made an orange sky
With a war in mind, trying to breathe easy
Kiss the fertile ground that holds souls beneath me
I dreamed my teeth personified to eat me,
That’s why I prolly seem solemn when you meet me ,
But I’m good, just deciphering these signs sent
My time spent dissecting how the light bends
Treat a mic like a snake charmer,
Gotta barter with it’s thoughts, remain calm and then break armor,
The harboured ill will converted to pen spill,
Absurdity served, string bean and fresh herbs
Certainty is just another word, word
(Chorus)
Verse 2 (Swell):
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Verse 1 (Sage Francis):
Psychological landscape stripped of all its lubricants.
The driest of humorists in a cynical sinkhole. (It’s all about timing.)
Time is moving quick.
The dead pan handler’s shooting the shit
With a sunny disposition during a lunar eclipse (psst psst.)
Multiple Persona Non Grata,
Chaka con artist quantum leaping card shark vs. the mastodon dada.
Bombastic casanova in a traveling carnival,
The very last of the genuine articles. (Copy that, potna!)
I’m an impartial party to your god particle arguments.
A fool proves his non-existence with impossible confidence.
Phenomenal.
Disregard the belief or non-belief in gods,
(It’s a test.) And we’re the false positive of improbable odds.
Impossible Jah molecules dissolve in the palms of my tiny pathetic hands.
Scientific methods be damned.
My spam folders overfloweth.
I crammed all night for the final exam and overslept.
Chorus:
"You never graduate from dream school.
You never graduate from dream school.
You never graduate dream school.
You never graduate from dream school...fool."
Verse 2 (Buck 65):
Meet me in Temecula. Got somewhere to be but I’m lost in a maze
At a loss for words. Entirely diary: tossed in a blaze
Swallow hard. 500 donuts frosted and glazed
Eat 'em up, eat 'em up. Closer to death is the cost of delays
Time is running out. Trapped in a church with a nun or a witch
"Sir, you're not supposed to be here." Run for your life throw the gun in a ditch
Don't change your face. Fight for the poor and make fun of the rich
But some of them switch. Kill ‘em and call ‘em a son of a bitch
(Son of a bitch) Under the weight of a merciful sleep
To the moon! 42 inches of vertical leap
Submersible deep. I look in a mirror that’s shattered and cracked
Scatter attacked. And so is my life as a matter of fact
Where the hell am I? Side of the road repairing a flat
"Don't do that, you're scaring the cat. Buzzing but wasn’t I wearing a hat?
Forbidden, the sound. Dunking a basketball hitting a homer
Not kidding around. Chased by a snake, I wake up with a boner
Why?
Chorus:
"You never graduate from dream school.
You never graduate from dream school.
You never graduate dream school.
You never graduate from dream school...fool."
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Rest
02:21
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I sit alone with these pieces I’ve never shown
Through heavy seasons I leaned up on needles and stunted growth
Barely breathing, needing a reason to lead in hope
Tortured heathen rowing up seas with the heave and ho
I’m never sleeping, bailing out leagues in a leaky boat
We’re all bleeding 'cause taste of a dream it was seeming close
Now defeat is the feature of evil with teeth in rope
Without a beacon the light in the room is a grieving ghost
And these concrete shoes ain’t good for running or swimming
While in youth my views would glance around the village
Aging quickly cages hit me, on occasion played the villain
Found vacation and elation in a pill that nearly killed 'em
Cleared for years but I fear time is steering toward the feelings
So I remind myself that finding wealth ain't finance in a building
But a cry for help and finding self is finer than a million
So I’m mining out my mind to swell the liner of resilience
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Caught In A Jam
03:39
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Hook:
I just focus on life, I just focus on livin'
I don't worry 'bout money, I don't worry 'bout limits
I remember being broke. I remember being scared
I remember losing everything, it made me never care
I don't worry 'bout love, I don't worry 'bout hate
I just focus on life, to me it's all the same
I remember being broke, I remember being scared
I remember losing everything, it made me never care
Verse 1:
What's the difference?
if you blink you might miss it
I miss the days where we didn't take pictures
I miss the nights where we didn't wash dishes
(ah shit hold up let me post this real quick)
My face is unfamiliar but it opens up my phone
so i figure when i die I won't be all alone
See, i got the internet they respect my intellect
if our paths don't intercept, my post will interject
See, i know I hold my own peep the way I hold my phone
keep a gun up on my waist everytime I leave my home
I keep one up in the chamber, plus I schedule all my posts
I was born ready nigga, but for what I do not know
Live life like a show but rarely show my life
add a little saturation so my skin don't look so light
I remember being wrong i remember being right
but it's hard for me to learn any song that I write
Hook:
I just focus on life, I just focus on livin'
I don't worry 'bout money, I don't worry 'bout limits
I remember being broke. I remember being scared
I remember losing everything, it made me never care
I don't worry 'bout love, I don't worry 'bout hate
I just focus on life, to me it's all the same
I remember being broke, I remember being scared
I remember losing everything, it made me never care
What's the difference?
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Remember Wishing when it wasn’t pissing in the wind
Much to my chagrin still I stumble in from every now and then
On some what I was it’s who I am in the end I am my only friend
Shit my old man said just when I was little kid
Burn my candle end to end blow the smoke and watch it blend
The ground to atmosphere and back again,
Blowing out my brains while holding in all my guts,
When you live in the chaos nothing seems like enough
Yeah Then when it’s calms it feels just like too much,
Clutch the pearls like galaxies in Perel
Feeling feral spinning pirouettes while staring down the barrel
Arrow in my throat got the frog that’s holding all my quotes
I misspoke kiss the sky make me royalty before I croak
Focus On my lonely road I spoke it all to know my soul
I ain’t broken I just hold it so you all know me like I know you know
But in the end I ain’t ever going home.
I flicker in and out where time seems paramount
But also nothing counts feeling like I’m nothing now
forever just a certain amount so
nothing something now Ain’t that something how
We hold onto to something’s till they make us new things
I’m drifting lifting on my chest I am heart attack digress
You caught me in my stress I’m a mess of cobwebs
Barrel down my path in bobsleds that’s dog led with Cerberus head biting hands that feed
Close my envelope with paraffin while the whole world stares at me,
I’m barely me ain’t that just like me
I cut my teeth by cutting sleep and running streets
I slowed my speed but woe is me it holds my hands
If only I could understand what was in the plans when I made no plan
It catches up and makes a different man
You either lose or win cause in between is purgatory
I’d rather lose a billion time before I lived a boring story
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Verse 1 (Seez Mics):
Taking a deep dive into my b-sides
I only play the hits while they're looking for a place to sit
Shake your hips, let the flame grace your lips
Weight'll shift from a kiss made of bricks
Now that the musical charity case is seated...
... anyone else notice the walls bleeding?
Cross breeding - square root meet round number
Fuck you and the rock you were found under
How come it's always gotta come to a head
Til the monster crawls out from under your bed
Puts a gun to your head and says, "Thank you for the one night stand,
But I was hoping for commitment: upright, in sunlight."
Instead you've got doormats for formats
An album full of features cause you half assed your half
Support staff crushing your margins ordering door dash
And a virgin gatekeeper rocking an ironic porn stash
But what's ironic - about tyrannical irony
Nothing iconic - about puncturing my privacy
I am sardonic - about existence entirely
We are platonic - because death wouldn't hire me
Verse 2 (Cas One):
So I’m working through the temp service actually
Limp through life and give it purpose from the back seat
I wear my scars like the rings of a pimp smacked me,
Chewing on my teeth cause I bit through my lip,
Shooting from the hip at kids acting hip
I am 100 percent and really truly the shit
if you ain’t feeling me that’s making you a bitch
It’s the sitch old enough to cross stitch
but cool enough to know cool doesn’t exist
That’s rich …richer than them rappers that ain’t,
Whatchu you think my think tanks a Sherman tank,
And I’ll ghost ride this whip while I birth my own lane
Aye paid my dues and never missed a payment
staring down my nose sideways like Larry david
Strange famous and I mean that how I live my life
You don’t know me check your mother fuckin vital signs
Cause you ain’t lived your life right and baby it’s time
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