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Thinking About Stuff
02:16
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Well here I am
Staring off the edge again
Thinking of using the pieces of my person as a period
The myriad of problems that 4th Prez is always getting in is stressing him
Struggling to find a message in the essence
Trying to get these people to accept the fucking lesson
But they won’t read the signs so they’re never gonna listen
Attempting to make waves and get paid
I swear to God this tidal pool won’t be my grave
Rancid rambler
Crushing verses in a Panzer
Dropping stanzas that’ll blow you away just like Adam Lanza
Bumping a man from distant Nippon land
Inkstains cover his hands
Headphones pumping the jams
Now
If words were water, then frankly, I’m an ocean
Dispelling the myths
Where’d you get that silly notion
From me?
Another trickster caught in the weave
Shambling through the ashes of the bridges unseen
Don’t need my father to feel me, fuck, I’ve had enough
Tired of cleaning up the mess he calls his son
Yeah, my soul is marred
Guess that’s the reason for all these bars
I tried and failed to quit
I hate this shit
Why do I always end up with the dirty end of the stick
Why do I want all these people to think I’m legit
And why am I at the bottom of my own fucking list
Wait
I gotta set it strait
The music gives me time and space to meditate
Don’t be astonished, I’m just finally being honest
Not saying I’m a prophet
I’m just ready to rock it
They tell you to stay humble
Don’t go looking for trouble
Or you’ll end up in a hole looking up at the Hubble
My momma told me to let go and let God
But what if there’s no one to catch you when you’re making the dive
So I’m
Reeling like I lost my breath
But my breadth, width and depth is all that I got left
Act like I said it all in jest
But in reality, I’m happy to get this off my chest
Now when you dougie with the devil
Make sure you got good shoes on
Cause that motherfucker’ll make you boogie all night long
Rips in the Vans, torn, they don’t winkle
Grey matter ain’t the only thing of mine that’s wrinkled
Flowers in the cranium bloom like a geranium
But the tar in my lungs keep me from feeling young
Living life on the last rung
And I’m afraid that my race has already been run
Using borrowed time to compose these lines
And if I can keep them straight then everything will be fine
This conflagration of a nation needs a fucking inundation
Break the banks and douse the ranks with the music I’m creating
Keep your head up high
Eyes on the prize
The movement’s still alive
Even if it looks paralyzed
Rack your brain
Hope you gain some fortune
People change
Hope the fame don’t distort you
See, I gotta lot of wrongs to write
And I don’t know if I’ma make it to see the sun shine bright
But I’ll burn eternal in the night
One cigarette to light my life
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3. |
Wolfie
02:46
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This one goes out to her
Gave me a lighter when you left
And it burned like the fire in my chest
Them feelings that I had couldn’t rest
And I thought about you even when I slept
You see
I used to wonder if two people as screwy as us
Could find a way to express any kind of (uh)
For me, at least, them feelings came slow
Child of divorce, not sure if it’s something that I know
Feel the rush when I’m drunk
When I’m sober, memory’s fleeting
And I ponder if the stories you told me were worth repeating
Small town girl, big city dreams, barely 19
The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen
Wish I was a photograpper
So I could properly confer
Your body and your beauty
Not just a cutie-patootie
Had the intellect to match your booty
When we first met, I felt lightning shooting through me
Turned down other girls cause of feelings I couldn’t prove
Acted like a loon, howling at the moon
Wondering if you felt the same way too
Knew you were my Kryptonite
And it killed me like the Crippin life
Shit I wasn’t feeling right
Looked forward to those autumn nights
When we would hang at the monument
The words you said would make me laugh
Tried to play it cool, I guess that was my gaffe
Felt myself slipping and falling into your trap
Was on a singular mission, wish I could turn the pages back
Story I was writing didn’t have a happy ending
Only a matter of time before you’d start to forget me
Friends tried to set me straight, I never listened
I wanted you in pole position
Now I’m tripping
I guess I thought that you were different
I showed you some music and you said that you were digging it
I should have been wary, cause then you said it was scary
But I was so caught up, I was past the point of caring
You left and I held at the end of the rope
Cause I wanted this to end like some literary trope
But you were gone
And what do you figure
Soon as you got home
You went back to your nigga
This ain’t the first time this has happened, alright
Unrequited love, that’s a theme in my life
A, K and 47 other initials
But you’re the only one who got a message in the interstitial
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
I’m apt to fall in love with every single woman I see
I mean, I’ve heard my heart break audibly
But I’m still on the odyssey
To figure out this machine
Know what I mean
Maybe I’ll never get it right
Might be my happiness’ll always be out of sight
I’ll probably only get to see you in the words that I write
And in the pics that keep me smiling at night
They say that if you love something, you should let it go
Well if you come back I guess the truth will show
Until then I know that I’ll just feel low
Planting seeds in the snow and hoping that they grow
And in the end
You probably only see me as a friend
But when I think on how it all began
I’m glad that I met you back then
You’ve become the ink inside my pen
Helped me tap this inner zen
I’ve just got a few more words
See when I flick that lighter it burns
And I know that my heart still yearns
But this is just another call that you’ll never return
Wolfie
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4. |
Wolfie (Pt. II)
00:47
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5. |
Empire
02:59
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6. |
The Green
02:58
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Man I can’t get my mind off this ganja
Without it I just feel like I’m a goner
Was a loner long before I was a stoner
Now I roll to get over
And the smoke clouds my four eyes
Keeps me feeling sky high
Never been a cool guy
Now I only fly by on the red eye
Paved my way with zig-zags and dimebags
Take a look at all the friends that I think that I have
Uh
Paranoia is a motherfuck
Just another sign that I might smoke too much
Don’t wanna stop toking
Because it keeps my mind open
And holds me back from the edge enough
So yeah, I’ll cop another dub
Spark a bowl and send it up
4th Prez, he never gets high enough
To forget stupid shit that he’s done
Can’t run from my past
Still chasing my black ass
But the Buddha gives me a pass
And keeps the foot on the gas
Waking up on the wrong side of the law
Getting baked and hoping the fuzz don’t call
I wonder how many people have gotten involved
Fake friends and loose ends
Is that all that they are
The drug war is a joke
Our fucking President smoked
The feds are going for broke
Trying to rope black folks
Now
You can claim that Reagan wasn’t racist
But he was the one who set Freeway racing
Contras breaking embargos in Key Largo
The key to the country
It was a key through the barrios
Not like they felt sorry though
It was one big party, yo
Playing polo with narcos
And giving guns to the vatos
Them chickens came back to roost, eh
Took a deuce in the coupe
Can’t shoo the past away
Today is here to stay
The power structure says to kneel and obey
Must be a sucker if you think they’ll change their ways
Uh
Bong hits with pretty girls with rouge lips
Long trips in shitty cars that move quick
The wind whips
So cup a spliff or lose it
When the mood hits
I’m ready to make movements
Yeah
It’s a great day today
About to hit up Hip-Hop for some fries and some wings
Bopping my head to Doom on my way down MLK
Don’t think that 4th Prez will ever turn astray
The ashtray where I spill my guts is filling up
Close to overflowing
Not like I really give a fuck
The plan is missing
The gods must really be tripping
The world is burning
But no-one seems to listen
If the ball drops tomorrow
Would you call for a new beginning
You chose to fall into the pit that we keep digging
No begging for attention
It obscures your vision
Burn some leaves and figure out what your missing
These lungs are too small to hotbox with God
That’s why I stay higher than everyone in the squad
Walking this lonely road and on I trod
Bumping my high-pod until off I nod
Can’t tell you if I’m doing okay
Awake and bake and think of something to say
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Wake up
Skies looking kinda gray
Pushing my consciousness through the haze
Usually feeling this way
So I smile and act like everything’s okay
Time to grab the grinder and go back to the fade
Looking for my spirit in in a box
Mean-mugging at the numbers on the clock
Almost eleven
And I’m on my way to heaven
In my boxers, t-shirt and some dingy old socks
Open up the smell-proof
And embrace God’s living green truth
Light some incense before I’m through
Or my room will reek like Pepe-le-Pew
Rolling kingpin
Somebody give me my dues
I zig-zag to make the path wider
Make sure that I topped off my lighter
Cause my Zippo
Is a hungry, hungry hippo
And I always seem to forget about it when I get higher
Yeah, I’m funny like a crutch
And I don’t really fuck with the Dutch
Already smoking too much
And they always make my throat feel fucked up
Oh well, sat a spell
Guess it’s time to cake up
Combust it like a fireman
451 burns papers and desires, man
Take a trip on this spaceship and hope that I can find a plan
Cause I’m searching through this galaxy for somewhere to land
(Damn)
It’s the first spliff of the day
And everything is feeling okay
Not bugging about plans already made
Put on some tunes and just drift away
The mariguana’s got its tail wrapped around my brain
Potheads always have more fun
And I’ll never stop flying until I reach the sun
Yeah, it’s a good morning
Feeling number one
But I know that the darkness can’t be outrun
Yeah I know that the darkness can’t be outrun (outrun)
It can’t be outrun (outrun)
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8. |
KOTO
03:46
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9. |
Nothing New
01:16
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(What can I tell you man)
(It's nothing new)
It's nothing new
Existing is bloody brutal dude
Can't dodge the various abuses
Everyone can see the bruises
You can't make it, throw up deuces
Not like you're the one who loses
Moving with the flowing fluid
Speak a dream and hope it's lucid
This funky onomatopoeia
Sounds like blah-de-blah to peons
Spitting strains of straight up Klingon
Mixed with Freon
Through the eons and beyond
Whatever level these other motherfuckas be on
Who's the best, it's me, mon
There's a long way to fall to the bottom of it all
And everytime I call, you don't pick up, pick up
Existing has it's fair share of hiccups, hiccups
Gotta keep your feet steady, don't trip up, trip up
Cause if you slip and catch the rumble strip, you tumbling
One false move brings a lifetime of pummeling
It don't take long for the trouble to tunnel in
Tunnel in
Sweaty palms and runny nose, spitting prose
Heavy aorta made out of stone from getting hosed
Colorful portraits of a person you didn't know
A glimpse of magic that he shackled to the attic floor
Now you can put me through the rigors but I'll never wither
In the coldest winter, heat up and make the speakers shiver
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a scribe
caught out of time
deep in the woods
lost in the clouds
consigning to rhyme
what he couldn't
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