[INTRO] Paying a Visit to Dooley's Grave (Prod. emiricustheproducer)

EMIRICUS x Young Itachi - Fuck 'em REMIX (Prod. Berry Fly)

[LYRICS]

Borderless

I hear people say my name and not ask who I am,
only where I'm from.

I hear my name confused with words like criminal, rapist, illegal, and alien.

I hear my name across fences they set up to contain me. 

I hear my name said in barbed-wire tones. The message is “you don't belong. We’re coming.”

I hear hatred scream my name at night, and I wonder if we really live under the same moon. 

I hear they’re coming from me, but I can’t run. Mijo, I say, cuida a la familia, juramelo. Son, I say, take care of the family, swear to me. 

I hear him mumble, No papí. But I know he’ll be ready.

I hear my name in whispers at midnight, amidst knocks on doors, and radio static.

I hear police sirens and the warnings of blinking lights.

I hear more knocks.

I hear him cry.

I hear doors opening with confused Spanish.

I hear transporting him to the Detention Center, and I hear the white man laugh his ass off as he watches the news. 

I hear they’re new name for me. 922-345-778 , Next! 

I hear my lack of rights in the silence that leads to my detainment.  

I hear them ask me a question.

I say, vete a la mierda, hijo de la chingada. 

I hear, the fuck did you say, alien piece of shit.

I say, fuck you in their language so they can understand, and I look at them in the eyes as I say my tongue has no borders and that I teach classes in the weekends if they aren't too lazy to learn, and when I tell them that their fence-eyes are what make me seem alien, they say every nickname they can think of trying to take away my name.

But I remember my name. 

My name comes from my abuelo, my grandfather.

That my father and mother would meet to rebuild my abuelos name is something I cannot stop wondering at. 

My name is a door to Oaxaca City.

My name is a prayer in the Church of Santo Domingo De Guzmán.

My name is like a nursery rhyme sung by my abuela in Spanish.

My name is colorful like the buildings of Oaxaca, and like the alebrijes spawned from the hands of my people. 

My name is brown-skinned like my people.

My name carries an accent that sings like a mariachi

My name is las mañanitas.

My name is part of a song that is a hybrid of happiness and sadness. 

My name is accented, wuey. 

My name sounds better in Spanish

My name was my grandfathers

My name has no borders (small pause) 
Because I am borderless.
Because I'll respond to Ruben or Rubén,
Because I understand that when you raise borders between people it's hard to hear each other clearly,
Because I understand my rhythm and beat and magic words are almost impossible to learn for someone who can't listen to us and realize this is music.

Pero wuey, call me Rubén. 

I've been here for longer than you can remember. 

Place one ear on the cold concrete slabs of California, and you'll hear me

Singing sad corridos, that sound like happiness in that they make you dance

Run your hands through the uncut grass of San Diego, 

Stand bare-footed on the dirt and rocky ground of the desert between home and freedom,

And you'll feel my calloused hands keeping your weight.

My name is a treasure buried underground like a secret 

And it's not that deep because otherwise it would not grow

And who plants things without intending them to grow?



My abuelita keeps flowers all over her house

Speaking to them in Spanish, and I know they understand.

So my mother now getting ready for abuelitahood

Is collecting her own nochebuenas y rosas, her own poinsettias and roses,

Y les habla en español y yo en spanglish, and she talks to them in Spanish and I, in Spanglish. 

Millions of miles away, I know they still understand.

Why the fuck can’t you?

[INTERLUDE TWO] Rubén JDV - Borderless (Prod. emiricustheproducer)

[LYRICS]

im on my lonely type of nigga
hungry hypin bitches
i dont like the women
i just like attention
i dont want to die
i just wanna go to heaven
i dont like to cry
i ain’t finna lie

loneliness is my only weakness
it’s the suicidal thoughts that seep in
that make me go crazy every fuckin weekend
I been havin’ trouble breathin’
Bitches be deceiving
Friends can be deleted
I ain’t the type to hold on to neither,
Life has no meaning
I’m all alone 
I have no feelings
I have no soul

Depression hits when I run outta swipes,
Gotta steal from the duc nigga I might.
What’s the point all I eat is chicken ‘n fries,
Pizza sometimes but I starve every night.

I’m on my lonely,
I’m on my lonely.
I thought we was friends but you just a phony.
Turnin’ on me was ya biggest mistake,
You’re like an Emory student,
Easy to replace,
Blank in the face,
Ain’t shit but a number,
They profit off our hunger

I’m on my lonely,
I’m on my lonely.
I thought we was friends but you just a phony.
Turnin’ on me was ya biggest mistake,
You’re like an Emory student, (lower pitch)
Easy to replace,
Blank in the face,
Ain’t shit but a number,
They profit off our hunger

I feel  a lot of pain,
I just saw my grades,
I been tearing out my hair 
fixated on how I’m finna fuckin’ stay
School is my only way to escape 
I ain’t finna go back to the hood,
the hood…
the hood…

EMIRICUS - I wrote this one after a meeting at CAPS

EMIRICUS - I wrote this one after a meeting at CAPS (Prod. REGRETING)

[LYRICS]

-EMIRICUS-

Fraudulent
Fraudulent, fraudulent

Every day Emory changing like bitches keep playin’
I’m tired of sayin’ I don’t like the renovations,
Money wasted, spend our tuition on decorations,
Payin’ and payin’ these fraudulent parties like they the ones stayin’
Like they the ones who gotta put in work for all of these grades,

We get exploited ‘till we go insane
Meant to be in pain,
Letters sent in vain,
New president but shit still the same
Still playin games,
Don't remember our names
To them, all niggas can never be tame

We are just numbers.
They don’t really love you
Profit off our struggle

They are above you
They are above you
 (fraudulent, Fraudulent)

Fraudulent fraudulent, I’ma keep talkin’ shit
I am the confident relevant starvin’ artist
With a market audience of starving college students
Who like to party and --

Migos! 
What the fuck happened to Migos?
We was supposed to have Migos.
That was what was advertised
SPC tellin’ lies
I’m finna jeopardize
Emorys merchandise
I got dooley on a scooter
Nigga thats fye (aye)

Go to our website
That’s Free Thought Gazette
Keep that shit sharp like we own Gillette 
Don’t need respect just gimme the check
Award winning artist so call me the best

What in tarnation, what in segregation,
What in we accept students of color for our statistics
but Fuck their accommodations
What in black lives only matter for the TV stations,
What in lack of patience, what in lack of on-time graduation,
What in degradation,
Of our people,
In this nation,
We ain’t equal

-Young Itachi-

Move, here comes another one
Free Thought I love them
But Emory stay cutting funding like
Cool, they being shady it’s true,
Maybe it’s cause they aint cool
Yo, yo, you do not fuck with my crew
We all spit flames, Amaterasu
Unless we speaking financial aid
Keep fraudulent funding away from us too

I’m so fucking sick and tired 
of being denied and being deprived
I’m trying to ride the fuck out the wave
I won’t even wave, I never behave
Worst behaviour way before Drake
We dropping in May, the fuck they gon’ say
They actin like college the only way
But like Kanye West I registered late so

Emory cut all this shit
you have been fraudulent long before this
⅗ of this work is considered a blessing
yet instead we stressing, 
Wait did i mention, the only spirits in here are Dooley 
and my own demonic depression
Everybody just passes their tests and 2nd guesses intentions

So move, you are too close to the red
Emory says off with my head
I’m off my head, i should still be on my meds
Poppin so many pills they callin the feds
Hop on my scooter, take you for a ride
And scream from the handlebars Scoot or Die

Fraudulent Fraudulent

EMIRICUS x Young Itachi - FRAUDULENT THIRD PARTY (Prod. Mubz Beats)

[LYRICS]

The name’s Ellie G
Y’all know me
I’m the best MC
at Em-o-ree

Habesha mobbin’ like 
time never be stoppin
I’ma goddess in progress
Droppin’ bars like a prophet

Here to bless yall with
a quick 12 bars
Cause FTP 
Really goes hard

[INTERLUDE ONE] Ellie G x Young Itachi x EMIRICUS - 12 Bars That Go Hard

E V I S C E R A T E (instrumental)

is it obvious i cant sample for shit

Summer (instrumental)

ABEBAYEHOSH FLIP BOOM BAM (WIP)

unstAble

THEM

Emiricus Brown-Murillo Gonzalez (vocals, keys, production)
Morissa Wisdom (vocals, drums)
Jordan Henry (guitar)

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