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New Day
01:51
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A new day is dawnin I'm yawnin and calmentatin (calm/commentating)
on wakin to common realizations, I'm far from ancient,
but my status ain't that of a baby either,
my shady demeanor's eager to make these believers pay me a fee to
see me in a t shirt and sneakers
the leisure life of the cheater is sweeter than the cheaper life of the meeker. Upheavers always peakin the meters,
speakin to leaders, I think they need a cleaner receiver.
We sneak into theaters we can't afford, revealin what you keep in the seat of ya pants or shorts
you can't abort this meal in ya abs we feed you what you need and demand you swallow it you gotta give us thanks w/ ya hands.
You should give credit where credit is due, uneditable lyrics I spit it
its hittin ya spirit you grasp what I'm sayin in a minute or 2
communiticable I am, I stand w/ my people we leave you to gasp
feelin feeble? we'll give you the gas fillin it past the line we masterminds castin lines and fishin for limits we can not find
we not blind, just ahead of our time
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Hyperactive
01:42
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I run around like a mad rabbit, mad rapid
mass transit can't stand it won't run it
can't handle yo luggage had baggage low budget
swung it over my shoulder kept on truckin no frontin
I'm know to slow nothing frantic manic I panic and throw somethin
I go hundreds of miles an hour what then can stifle my power?
who then can ruin my movin?
nothin and no one I'm provin the slogan just do it
like fluid I'm flowin in motion goin through it I knew it I know it
promotin the notion that prudence is no fun ho hum
the truant ain't so dumb focus and sho nuff I won't rust
my life is so plush because I choose to view it as such
even muted I touch ya soul true to the goal truth must be told
I fold in no game no frame can hold me no lame can show me shit
I only fit in a space that don't exist my case they won't acquit,
I won't resist pleadin the 5th and the 2nd amendment
liftin my head to the tip of their weapon I'm ready,
you mother fuckers won't forget me
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3. |
3rd Track
01:27
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My Daddy rapped to me that there's no catastrophe
I can't see my way thru and I just reply who? me? why? I
can't even lie don't wanna try give up and slide mad cause I
can't find a crutch to get up I'm stuck and dry
my mind dies slowly only lonely woes control my soul as I cry
those who know me told me only hold my pose as I rise and I'll fly
don't ever try just do it, open your mind look through it
past the trash to the stash of what you understand is truth and look for proof in those who know the past is through at last the shoe that fits is new
and no it ain't a size 2 I finally grew into what I knew I could be
enlisted all my gifts w/ persistence so dutifully
I stewed in the brew until I blew in the breeze was schooled in the trees
chewed the fat with fools that had no clue now I see
few can match the jewels I've grasped and had to use as a key
what matters to me is that I turned my blues into green
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4. |
I Quit (I wish)
01:08
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My time is precious my guide is lessons
I shoulda listened to my intuition but didn't
and now I'm stressin like a mile a minute,
I'm guessin how I'm gonna find my limit I think I passed it
Now my mind is missin I'm askin how am I gon finish my task,
handle my business at last
they killin my ass I'm spillin my stash what is this that I'm givin for cash
I'm feelin the rash they burnin me I'm earnin means beneath my worth
see me work like a sucka for nothin becomin destructive
fussin and cussin but bustin nothin down
discussin disgustin functions and nouns
wonderin how I'm gonna break out but they'll be scratchin me
capture me throw me in a factory like I'm a fuckin battery
they laugh at me dramatically
its a catastrophe or just the fuckin brat in me
mad to be slavin for wages the shits collapsin me
don't make enough to pull my weight and its attached to me
I hustle w/ no muscle what a calamity
imagine I could change the way the game is played so drastically
that they wish they had never claimed to master me
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5. |
Weird Track
01:38
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I need a new theme for life like a need a new dream at night
flight seems to make me alright for the moment floatin
holdin to no things no strings no cling elastic no springs
bounce back w/ no limbs broken outlast the stolen focus
throw fits for bits and pieces of peace
its facetious speakin meaning nothin leaks n rustin
leads to combustion or somethin like it fuck it don't fight it
go with the flow just to spite it light it ignite it
derive it from the highest unite it with the flyest provide it to the clients
improvise what you find in the blink of an eye lid
untie it settin it free may lead to uprisin
supplyin tires to the fires on the island leave em smilin compromisin
juicin the fruits that they buyin, boostin the youth cuz they dyin
loosen the noose its confinin we shinin w/ no diamonds
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6. |
Abstract Track
01:38
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I came from the 80s momma's baby, daddy's maybe maybe not
days be hot nights be humid its truly confusin
I'm shooin the flies and doin my time
uprootin the whys/wise introducin the students I'm fluent in rhymes
Intuitive mind is soon to be tried by a jury of my peers for years
I've been livin in fear but now I shake it off
debate the cause that limits my sphere inhibited gears
have shifted now witness the difference appear
I steer clear of negative representatives reflectin my detriment
I'd better get ahead of the end of it before I'm left in the preterite
In bed with pessimists that never get the best I 2nd guess at every step
but can't let the stress embezzle my gifts,
can't fret the jests and quips thats set to trip me up
I tip my cup to those who lift me up and never give in to every whim
*but I digress, the subject matter I left but now I'm back on track and actin as if it never happened stop ya laughin start ya clappin for the actions I followed the acid I swallowed but still I live
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7. |
Extremist
02:01
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There's a thin line between everything and everything else
I try to walk it but I can't help myself the balance is wealth
the challenge is felt callouses welts and bruises provin
nothings new that I'm dealt I've ruined my health
I go to extremes like givin the belt or the present
like livin in hell or in heaven I did it real well or gave it no effort
I play in the desert or the ocean never coastin
if only I measured the distance between pain and pleasure
exist in the middle I'd raise feathers fly not dive to gain leverage
I cry high pitched or smile wide lipped show disdain or praise
I switch the range so swift no mids or half ways can't gauge the waves
of my frequency I'm frequently raged or laid back
stayed back or ran ahead but never with the pack
sittin lackadaisical wishin I was stayin still stayin filled or empty
either your with or against me never neutral love me or hate me
I'm ugly or beautiful for me to be even is highly unusual
its never or forever if I ever find the center
I'll finally pull my shit together
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8. |
Dead Broke
01:52
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I'm too slick for you to catch me slippin
extradition I missed it by a minute
admit I didn't win it when I tried to make a livin off my business
my intent to be independent w/ no limits is finished
can't make a dollar how I wanna so I make it like my father
workin harder than a farmer on pavement.
My payment statement is naked
need a job or I won't make it hate it gotta pay rent
my piggy bank won't give me breaks when I shake it I'm claimin
the 7th chapter don't matter can't grab what I don't have and ain't makin
credits absent wouldn't pay the bastards back if I had it for takin
scrappin n savin, taxin n shavin half of the day went "bye"
and took half of my life w/ it I might strike or quit it
the right type of life don't like to live it
fight for different perspectives to be respected
committed to deep reflection not deep depression
keep expectin a check so don't mention recession
fuck a pension I ain't gettin job retention is a blessin
if you headin in the right direction
if not you're stuck in a rut left there to rot
and whats in your gut is less than your snot tension has got
me buggin wanna fight the govment but instead I fight my cousin
cause at night I'm strugglin jugglin thoughts while costs are doublin
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9. |
Da Ds
01:38
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Down in the Dark and Dirty Depths of my Dome
Dwells Depression and obsession I can't let the shit go
havin Dreams Depictin Demonic scenes
of Dilapidated Dungeons where Drugs are abundant and love is unseen
violence Defiles the minds and Deeds
of Dames Damned to Damage their seeds
Dudes Dedicated to Displayin whats Deemed
Devilish its prevalent but never in the preterite eve
of Destruction is evident malevolence leads benevolence leaves
we're Doomed in a Deficit Distress is the steam
obscene Deaths Due to Desperate attempts to get green
Dweebs Droppin Dimes to Decrease their sentence
these pleas lead to Don't Do it screams
relentless Demented revengeance schemes
Dreads Drag queens through the streets with ease
cause they Dabbled with a Dealer who was playin for keeps
now they Decay in a Deep sleep Draped in a bleak sheet
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10. |
Lushliayn
02:28
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