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7. | Happy Little Trees |
8. | How It Was |
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14. | Eighty-Five (Sie One Remix) |
15. | Hey Mina |
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Jungle cats battling through musty brush
Monkey's ciphering with fly feather birds with
unincarcerated visions, signified dandelions get
Crushed by overstressed orangutans, just to let
Mama nature know they ain't no joke
While bad ass boa constrictors squeeze out life
And as hot as day, night makes no opportunity to let the natives do their thing
I believe that hip hop is so universal that
It has already invaded the rainforest
And endangered species know exactly what it is truly,
It's just a little sad that negative inevitably follows the most righteous
Next we got flaw skin sex hitting switches,
right next to Versace rocking bullfrog bitches flashy nasty piranhas with platinum front teeth
But whatever the case may be, true hip hop will remain underground
Where ants and moles hold it down
With basement parties bumping Gym Class Heroes and Brain games
All the same, I myself may never make it to the rainforest
But we share a common love
That's just me thinking out loud again, let me stop
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Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind your melon for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate but I'll deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin'
Contusions are placed across the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma keep on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a Philly gets,
I've had enough of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will burn and blister you boy
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Travis McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker than that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to hard to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness with an army of creeps,
Caffeine ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front hard like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I make you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH will make it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's hands clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these lame clich©'s and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a star that just got his fame stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll leave your name swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll just get to the point first, cause frankly
You're shit is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
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Vision lies the 3rd dimension
Now pay close attention
Keep you fist clenchin
as i begin my assention
feel the tension
of this name you never mention
if you do ill have they're ass sitten in detention
in the school of hard knocks
i block shots and take props
im like new york city at 12 oclock when the apple drop
at 12 oclock when the apple drop
Oh My God (5x)
check the illmatic
evil flows kinder a static
crazy ill finatic, sick physco simatic
like an addict
only accideted to them fat beats
you better take a seat
before the lyrics and the music be too late
you better cordinate you feet
before i blast that ass
you'll be outkastin like a black sheep
dont believe me what will it take for you to see me
or get this shit stright til we be busting out your tv
like VR bout to smoke you, like a cigar
wont be satisfied until you recognize who we are
im so crazy like martin, farting fire like cartin
be witness to these lyrical riots that i be startin
if your real, we friends to the end like chuckie
and if not, youll live if your lucky
and if not, youll live if your lucky
Oh My God (4x)
Yo yo
that red means stop (stop)
but that green means go (go)
Streth my mind catch a rhyme like steve percipio
but i dont skate i just been known to rip a mic
until i get pissed off
and just might throw this mic at you
you cant escape it just like death when it comes
i can see it, you catch a kick like them yamaha drums
and thats the bricks, as i lounge like a fat rat
you bust back and might catch a cat, rat-a-tat-tat
the one and only always real, never phoney
look to the sky, the world is mine like tony
aint no scars on my face, and i dont sniff coke
i aint got my own place, and my pockets is broke
im reppin self, to hell wit anyone else (3x)
im reppin self
(Whole Verse 2x)So just hold ya head, and say Oh My God
Hold ya head, and say Oh My God
Grab a hold of your dread and say Oh My God
Oh My God, Oh My God
Is this real?
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Yo, My morning showers like a rebirth; reflections of the womb
Crazy sentimental floatin’ in lukewarm placental
Now I chop a burden on the sink trying not to think about what
Lies before me but the sun just reassured me that
Everythings gonna be allright, the last thing on my mind is tonight
Its like a sintch and getting Zestfully clean not to mention
Scrub my ass and armpits for a bit and then I split over to the mirror
Wipe the dew to make my vision clearer
Then I moisturize my face with some aloe Vera
This is that type of day cause I can feel it that
You ain’t letting bad vibes invade your spirit
Anyway it’s time to get the breath right
So I grab the Crest and toothbrush, circular motions to the left, right
Just enough to see the teeth sparkle a bit
I fill my grill with Listerine and then it’s gargle, gargle, spit
And now that’s good hygiene, you know what I mean?
And my mouths the definition of so fresh and so clean (clean)
I feel it’s only right, since my words all I got
And nobody wants to listen when your breath is hot
But that’s a story in itself so I head to my bedroom
Throw on some drawers and pick out a costume
I think ill rock these blue jeans and this tee shirt
And whats a little polo sport gonna hurt?
C’mon
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain’t lettin’ bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It’s like I’m right back in my momma’s womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it’s a beautiful day
It’s a beautiful day
Shall I continue where I left off?
I’m feelin’ kinda lovely but my
Tummy is growlin’ so I’m feeling kinda hungry
So I hit the kitchen and I’m wishin’ there’s some food in sight
What do ya know? I got that Cinnamon Life
And now I’m real happy, fill my salad bowl up with cereal
To my surprise it’s Jackson Five up on the stereo
I turn it up my words can’t describe my reaction to
Wakin’ up and listening to prepubescent Michael Jackson
Open up the Frigidair what do we have here?
Seems like just enough milk to fill my morning craving
Peep out the window just to see if Izzy is misbehaving
He’s staring at me with a grin like ‘Yo, let me in man!’
So I begin to fill his dish with Kibbles N’ Bits
Let him in so he can eat, and I’m eating my shit
So now we both full and well fed
Happier than that fat rat Templeton from Charlotte’s Web
And now its time to get our walk on
Izzy can get his bark on
It’s a beautiful day maybe we’ll get our state park on
I know the lake is at its finest (you better take afvantage)
I’ll grab my backpack, this leash, and maybe make a sandwich
I better grab my ghetto blaster and a few tapes,
A thurmos full of water and a bag of fresh grapes
Some more tapes cause you know that music comes first
And what’s a little Jackson Five gonna hurt?
C’mon
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain’t lettin’ bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It’s like I’m right back in my momma’s womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it’s a beautiful day
It’s a beautiful day
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain’t lettin’ bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It’s like I’m right back in my momma’s womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it’s a beautiful day
It’s a beautiful day
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Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt,
Hear me deliverin’ this phat ass verse, been puttin’ in work,
Eventually I’ll master the craft and sit back, grab the phone and tell the boss to kiss my ass,
You won’t see me in the mornin’, 8 o’clock on the button,
I’ll be on the lake fishin’, blazin’ fire with my cousin,
(THAT’S IT) As I become one with the fish,
Collect my thoughts for a bit until I’m ready to spit,
Pick up my celly and shit, then proceed to hit up my kids
and connect ‘em voice dialed through sprint, I tell ‘em meet me at the spot with some hot ish,
They say ‘Jimmy you got lyrics?’, SON I GOT THIS!!
Continuously the past two days kid I been writin’,
Had to polish my game to make the stage show excitin’,
It’s frightenin’, while y’all hang loose we keep it tightened,
Y’all talk like thunder, we show and prove like lightnin’ ,
Aight then, why you always hatin’ on me?
I’m doin’ my thing on stage, I make the crowds move for free,
I ain’t getting’ paid nothin’, so why you frontin’?
With all that hard talkin’ you’re about to start something
You don’t really wanna get into,
I’ll disassemble your nose, and possibly puncture a lung too,
With a one then a two combination you’re through,
Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit,
(SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess the skills
To rip mic’s, when I’m sober, when I’m schwilled I keep it real,
With my vocabulary spills I’m ill, like L, with lyrical skill,
Like Hyundai cause I Accel,
Whack competitors get whaced if their style’s an act,
It’s been a long time but I’m back on the GCH track,
I speak on fact while most of y’all cat’s be preachin’ fiction,
The way you rhyme and live in life’s a contradiction,
You need to listen closely to the words I speak,
Also get accustomed used to the word defeat,
Bless beats like a Roman priest from dusk ‘til dawn,
My written flow be holy water, I spray shit ‘til your gone…
Extra, Extra…Read all about it,
You takin’ us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra…Read all about it,
You takin’ us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Ring the alarm, cause Travie Won is shining,
Ring the alarm, cause I’ve begun refining,
Ring the alarm, cause GCH is coming,
Ring the alarm, and hear the drummer drumming,
Ring Ring the alarm, bring it back to react and respond,
I’ll Pierce your teflon vest with Double O’s like James Bond,
Me say ‘Mon, it be no problem’, like a Jamaican,
You ought never to try and compare this to you because you fakin’
(BUM-BA-CLAHT) You must have been so severely mistaken,
If Hip-Hop today’s a yard full of leaves, its time for rakin’,
Ain’t no time for playin’, pay attention to these words I’m sayin’,
Cause these might be the feet which to whom you will be prayin’,
Verbal slayin’, the last be first, first shall be last,
In like 2 point 5 I get medieval on your ass,
Play on the grass, but you know you’re bound to step in doo-doo,
Never no need to front, cause we don’t be frontin’ like you do,
On some real shit, you don’t wanna do nothin’ now do you?
So screw you, we’re true warriors like Shaka Zulu,
With that juice, not like Tupac’s Bishop but Desmond Tutu,
And there you have it, most of y’all be quick to speak on Travis,
Not even knowin’ the full capabilities of his madness,
You thought you had this, when you can’t even come near me,
In fact just you thinking that shit is kinda scary,
I’m leavin’ heads Gratefully Dead like Jerry.
Extra, Extra…Read all about it,
You takin’ us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra…Read all about it,
You takin’ us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Everything’s in the process, mad stress no rest,
You could test but you’ll never ever penetrate this lyrical crest,
I’m armor, you’ll get slapped with this fat rosey palm,
Ask your mama, about that last soap opera drama,
Son I’m wicked, do you want a first class ticket,
To a beatin’, show your ass and I’m inclined to kick it,
Keep it real, that’s just another bum ass deal,
Sometimes I feel it makes me get a little crazy like seal,
But I’m survivin’, ain’t drivin’ cause I just got my license,
All I got to my name is lint, a Herkimer diamond, and 79 cents,
And a mountain bike that’s just about as broke as my pockets,
I’m broke to the point that I’m about to pull my own eye sockets,
But there’s more to life than just them new Jordan’s, and right now
I’m rockin’ anything my Dad’s affordin’, I come complete
Whole like Vitamin D, while cat’s just Skim the surface,
If 2% is real the other 98 is nervous,
Open your eyes, take off them shades you ain’t the secret service,
Don’t be surprised, realize that ‘No disguise’ can hide your worthless,
I’ve tried and cried a million times to find my sole purpose,
I’ve tried and cried a million times to find my soul purpose.
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You?
Who are you?
You have no talent.
Bad Juggler
Can't walk the high wire
Can't tame a tiger?
Then I'll a clown like my grandfather
You'll see, I'll show you all
... you enjoy hurting people.
I roll with kids with pierced faces and bad attitudes
You'll get stomped like a roach for acting rude
Show some gratitude and
We might just reserve the right to let you live
Think twice before you harrass these Crab-Ap Kids
Bring drama, react; we're known to slap kids
To cap kids, putting boogers all in they wigs
And if it comes to it, been known to decap kids
Blair Witch style, CAF written in twigs
We get in thick situations, easy times, and complications
>From very short times to long durations
We building nations, from D-town to Devesio
Canadegua, all the way to San Francisco
So what you know about the hoodies with the def-one tag on the side
We coastin' by while these cats jet-lag on the side
If someone told you Travis didn't love his kids they lied
You got a hoodie? Then rock it with pride!
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I-E
I roll with kids with nappy heads and backpacks
And their hand in their business
The type of cats that whoop your ass
With Tony Hawk as their witness
Strictly benihanas, 360 judo madonnas
Riding long ass rails for bonus points if they wanna
315 area code, lo' and behold
They got that skill to make a dutchie burn slow when they roll
This is bigger than Geneva; I've got fam in Japan
And if you don't know, you better ask Hiroko
Greeted with Konichiwa, she'll tell you who's the best
Matter fact vocal-wise Trav is def
This shit is permanent. You shouldn't even be concerned with it
Unless you rock a crab apple with a worm in it
You freshmen to this game son, you're just learning it
And you can't touch the flame that we laced these burners with
Plus we hold our Pilot markers with the firmest grip
The firmest grip
THE FIRMEST GRIP
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I-E
to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I...
...-E
These kids is like a hop, skip, and a leap
From making you sleep
Like Snorlax, I've got their backs with my rhyme broadaxe
Rock a freaky Jason mask that you can barely see me through
Spit a thousand volts out my cheeks like Pikachu, smell me?
Basically there ain't shit you can tell me; my mind's made up
Remember back to the exact day Crab Apple came up
Now we worldwide like dot-com, just look the name up
w-w-w dot ethics you know the rest of
Well cross my crew and hope ya'll blessed
To say the less, but at least take the bet
Because you speak with incoherence
Coming at us like that will make you pray to change appearance
MY crew is name brand, you must've got your shit on CLEARANCE (clearance)
CAF to the death...
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Spitting prophecies
C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I-E
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We like, fuck a hush on the bus the rush
acting mad dumb singing bum-stiggedy bum
plus we was mad young, I remember acting a fool
we laughing at the monkeys fucking at Burnet Park Zoo
yo it was crazy cool raising hell at West Street school
forget what the teacher said, yo, we made our own rules
remember back in the days carving names in desks
not even knowing six years later I would see your death
we was just little kids doing childish shit
til we got to middle school and got wild and shit
and that's when we started chasing girls not even thinking about grades
we was in a new world, our visions started to fade
we was still homeboys acting out and such
even though we didn't hang out as much
I told myself I'd never cry
I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
but now I'm asking myself why
cause I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
And now we in the High School
small fish in the lake
we study trying to keep it real
staying far from the fake
its funny how the first month of school started to fly
before I knew it your life was gone in the blink of an eye
and now I'm stuck in denial
this shit can't be
God tell me why you had to take Noah from me
Why the fuck you had to go and take Noah from me?
I told myself I'd never cry
I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
but now I'm asking myself why
cause I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
School was crazy then the next day,
i didn't think I would last
seeing phone bitches trying to get the fuck out of class
now I tried to play hard until I lost my cool
that's when I ran to a stall to shed a tear or two
or three or four
I broke down and cried puddles
now everytime I see your picture, my anger doubles
and everytime I see your picture, my anger doubles
I told myself I'd never cry
I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
and now I'm asking myself why
cause I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
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Yo, aye yo, I live by the sun and I'm a' die by the sun. Can't be livin' by the gun, man I never even held one, but does that make me less of a man? 'Cause I got a spray can not a gun in my hand. I got 4 clips of innocence. Blaster gas. Leave them speechless I'm sketching pieces while the cats is killin my thesis. It's hard to find peace of mind but when you do, it's hard to keep. Ignorance will take you out in your sleep. It's just a little hard to swallow nobody's a leader no more. They all follow. They is as hollow as my man mike as drum be. I know it's always hard to believe. They cast to sea. They catch a disease. They quickly try to Preach it to my family but somethin's gotta give before I bring my kinds into this world we gotta rearrange the way we live, we gotta rearrange the way we live.
This thing called life is made of many decisions. The choices you make determine you and your livin'. There's a rocketship headed for truth, you better get it. You find yourself a waste of time tryin to fit in. This thing called life comes to many conclusions. You get one shot. You either winnin or losein . & I had to break free from my state of confusion but it gave me the strength to see through hate's illusions.
(Like that ya'll, L-like that, L-L-Like that ya'll, Like that, L-L-Like that, Like that, L-L-Like that ya'll, like that x2)
Sometimes I push my mental way beyond my boundaries and sometimes it's detrimental to my health. Nowadays, we can't be out for self. We got to free one another, Kill that racial blindfold so we can see one another. Ignorant racist leave a scar tissue on the faces of beautiful human beings. I see a new light, this thing called life creep up from behind like a sign on your back. Spark your mind with a rhyme and it's time to react. Addicted to this rap sh*t like he be to crack. It won't stop writing the mic is like a crack pipe. Don't get the wrong idea. this is for the cats usin' the third eye vision to try and find why we're here. You need to get up, get out. You're all in the wrong without and I hope it don't take you too long to figure it out. I said I hope it don't take you too long
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It seems like lately time be beatin’ my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It’s like my mind is on a tredmill,
I’m sweatin’ bullets,
see the plug but I can’t pull it,
This belt just keeps bringin’ me back,
And every minute is like a ‘tiger uppercut’ from Sagat,
I’m up against these ropes,
and ain’t no tellin’ if I win or not,
These gloves are getting heavy,
it’s fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin’ clocks is chasin’,
got me dodgin’ obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin’ me that I can’t lose,
So every time I start slippin’ ego’s start trippin’,
I focus real hard and levitate just like I’m GOD,
And I’m livin’ lovely,
I’m in the clouds no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love me,
There’s a thin line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate time put before me,
They say ‘Be patient’,
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is racin’?
Put yourself in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won’t refrain from getting’ pissed,
When you look down to see you’re fallin’ right through time’s abyss,
And start to see visions,
memories you really miss, simple things,
Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend,
Your first love,
Your first French kiss,
Your first time feeling hate,
The first time you got dissed,
Your first day of school,
Your very first college class,
Your first time touchin’ titties,
First time you got ass,
Your first time learnin’ wrong from right,
First lonely night,
The first time you got your ass whooped in
Your first real fight,
Your first triple-double dare,
Your first pubic hair,
Your first time watchin’ Jason,
Your first nightmare,
That’s when you realize that time was your worst nightmare,
And now you’re stuck asking yourself ‘Why ain’t life fair?’,
You get closer to the bottom,
see the end of your line,
Your first time ever losin’ this battle with time,
But right before you meet your death,
one more memory left,
The only one that’s obsolete was your first breath,
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit’s the fan with every click of a hand,
I’ll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but ‘til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.
A clock can kill motivation,
that’s why I’m never rockin’ a watch,
What’s a deadline when you’re living on your own time?
I’m livin’ slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn’t know I never grow up,
my mind is set at six years old,
As far as I’m concerned this grown-up shit is for the birds,
So pass the skittles,
JuJu Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I’m eatin’ sweets until my teeth fall out and I can’t see
And I’m deaf in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I’m livin’ happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life’s spent chasin’
American nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I’m crazy childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I’m more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I’m gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they could ever say,
Forever playin’ video games until I’m sleepy,
Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater, please,
you’ll never beat me,
So basically you’re better off paying a bill or somethin’,
Your mind is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin’,
I’m young at heart,
I’ma forever be a kid I’m on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in ’85 the coolest place I’ve ever been in my life,
We watchin’ Smurfs, eatin’ cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
Your mind’s in the dirt,
We playin’ Hungry-Hippo’s ‘til our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin’ out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin’s under your bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya’) fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That’s why I) Can’t understand why cat’s be hurryin’ time,
And I don’t wanna grow up I’m a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I relate wit’,
But if it comes down to it,
to deal with cat’s that I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit’s the fan with every click of a hand,
I’ll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but ‘til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.
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"If we were recording right now, and we would be getting all
this, yeah sorry. Yeah we should have a freestyle on this."
"A freestyle?"
"Yeah hit em off with something."
"Spit a verse, travis, spit a verse."
"Youre picking your nose, travis."
"Stop picking your nose."
"Fuck you, dude, fuck you."
Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And five pound pronouns and predicates
This is Shlep's edicate for sloppy fable manners
Get your napkins
Mattie, dude, kick the beat
And ill rhyme top of the line, top of the world
Top of the morning to you, top dog
Cause im top notch, tiger
Tie it in a knot till your eyeballs pop out
So you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if i had to pick and chose id be the indecisive dick
In the voting booth
Laughing at my options
Like stop the press and all the media
Shleprok is leaving ya
Walk with prosthetic concoctions
I thought i told you
Youre just a toadstool
Like mario with fire powers
Sticking dick to the princess
Its just senseless like that David and Goliath drama
Minus the sling and stone your basically defenseless.
Anyway, you wanna it
Shleprok's cock's obnoxious
Feels like a midget is chillen in my boxers
"Whaaat?"
"Im sorry."
"I dont know.."
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Why do people fear what they don't know?
Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
and my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed.
It's time to dead that.
Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats,
terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last.
Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas
got three quarters of your senses massed,
you're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony.
The majority of these boys in blue are phony,
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
they out for delph, only tryin to help them self.
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit,
the fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
Type of kid to expose corruption,
like crop circles and alien abductions.
Park patrolling toy cop reproductions,
Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions.
Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion,
try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion.
I've taken all the stress I can,
peace America I'm movin off to foreign lands
where cops don't place narcotics in innocent hands.
Framin cats just to meet a quota,
searchin' everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's.
Thats why I'm wild with a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin when they pull me over,
flip 'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota.
Won't stop writin til this shit cease.
Until someone's there to police the police.
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
And our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We want answers)
For bad manners (And the use of police scanners)
So we jottin down their numbers (In our pocket planners)
for the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play, tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong.
Then they flash the badge in your face, and you don't even know whats goin' on.
They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done.
You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to sleep
(And tell the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it,
the funny thing is, this murders funded by the government.
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal,
Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, delete you from digital files its lethal.
Most of these cops is see through,
that's why we do what we do.
That's why we tell the truth about what police do,
son they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you.
I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you,
check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too.
You better call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up,
cause we got you on tape with that girl you raped and handcuffed.
Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back.
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black.
It's a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals,
they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals.
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they killed the president,
sniped him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence.
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to hear me
cause the truth will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary.
If you want kids off the streets give us somethin to do,
instead of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON).
Since when did dreadlocks become probable cause,
totin' around a backpack become breakin the law.
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob told you
and learn some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you.
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
and our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
a tumor on our ass, (we want answers)
for bad manners (and the use of police scanners)
So we jottin' down their numbers (in our pocket planners)
For the day we meet up (with Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
(I'm sick of all this everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being followed shit is drastic
(Sick of havin visions of black caskets) Just because we rock our pants low
(And our hats backwards) These cops is like cancer
(A tumor on our ass) We want answers
(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners
(So we jottin down their numbers) In our pocket planners
(for the day we meet up) With Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!
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