Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Work, work, work, work
Work, what do you twerk with?
Go and bust it open, show me
Where you think your worth is.
Lacking self respect and let them
Treat you like you're worthless.
Let them call you bitch cause it's
Not the first time you've heard it.
Abandoned your school then acting a fool
Having your ass shaking,
But you could've failed the final
And it wouldn't have been so degrading.
Thinking maybe having a baby,
Then everything would have been gravy,
But you're let down when he gets to your best friends house
Telling her he's gonna leave you and that she's amazing.
Stop letting people go and take advantage
They treat you like meat on their favorite sandwich.
Raised insane ways now your brain is damaged.
Do I gotta say it in Spanish for you to understand this?
Mira mamita que necesitas parar
En tu cara, sin pena, te lo voy a sacar
La mala costumbre que te dejas amar
Cualquiera que tenga un poquito plata pa' dar

[Verse 2]
I look up to you rap cats that rip it and rap fast
With syllables quicker than the speed that the Flash has,
But because you can spit it quickest that doesn't mean you can quit and just
Give up on lyrics that are worthy to pass back.
When you spit about cash stacks, riches and phat ass,
Letting your gun blast, and fat bags of grass,
There isn't a difference in what you say, you're spitting the same
As that miserable little kid Wayne on his wack tracks.
Sold your soul quick
As if being broke was impossible to cope with.
Please, by all means, tell me how it was hopeless
Having a bunch of talent that nobody'd even notice.
That ain't nothing new,
It doesn't mean you've got to get a knot in your Underoos.
Pick up and get up from the trivial little hiccup
Got to live what you love for it to come true.
Haven't made a penny off of it yet.
For all of the sweat all that I get
Is an absence of cash, as a matter of fact
If I'm honest, it's the biggest cause of my debt.
But what's the point in making money from something
When giving up on any honor that's left?
I feel like a mother with a hungry baby biting
I just had to get that off of my chest.

Self-Respect

Idiot Box

Lyrics:

I'm not a roach, I'm not a joint, but I might be a little blunt
Cause the person that I'm describing is a coniving little one
Manipulative little chic and though I should've given up
I wanna remind her that control over herself is enough
see what Marion wants is what Marion gets
But I'm weary of marrying maid Marion yet
Cause a spider like thread makes Marion's net
So she can pull on your strings, playing with you like a marionette
But there she forgets the beauty of being bare to the skin
With vulnerability she couldn't barely begin bearing again
Guards her heart with walls, but the barrier's thin
So it'll eventually collapse, trap, and bury her in
Feeling euphoric until it burn to the ground
Then blaming you for it, twisting wording around
Certainly sounds convincing, but absurdity surrounds
A ventriloquist skillfully putting her words in your mouth
Analytical criticism wicked and hypocritical
Getting livid over every individual syllable
Criminal how you're limited to the trivial minimal
Miserable you quibble, pessimistic and pitiful
Living within the fiction of egotistical subliminals
Blinded by the light and so the spiritual is invisible
Your quizzical, mystical logic is obviously cyclical
Sick of giving and giving when it isn't recipricol
My listening clogged and my vision is fogged
Treated you like a queen that was kissing a frog
Sinful and sinister since I entered your synagogue
Conditioned me to salivate like Pavlov's dogs
The reason it's something you repeatedly do and do
The reason you're never wrong and reason that you refuse
Is cause of a sense of insecurity through and through
And the reason I'm pissed off is cause I do it too

Marion's Net

Educate yourself, Google: 
"Seeds of Deception" by Jeffrey M. Smith
Samples taken from his interview with Thom Hartmann on RT's "The Big Picture"
You can watch a YouTube video of the full interview here:
Part 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FS72J9bDvPM&list=HL1361203286
Part 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6D3TUk-XX1o&list=HL1361203286

Partners in Rhyme

Live Right Now

Meet Me in Montauk

I've been a prisoner, for nearly ten thousand days
Trapped inside a mind and blinded by a clouded daze
I was so desperate to escape I climbed the mountain's north face
And when I got to the top I found that there was a thousand more in the way
I wanted to scream, I wanted to jump, I wanted to die
I wanted to bleed, I wanted to run, I wanted to hide
I wanted to be free, I wanted the peace of mind
Wanted to understand, why the fuck did I even try

Life's not a bitch, but desperation is
Sinks her teeth into a bleeding heart cause that's her favorite
Licking your lips it'll never be sweeter than when you first savor it
But the second you finally swallow your pride the after taste is flavorless
Sick of the dictatorship over the way that I live
I created my own cage and made myself the chamberlain
Trying to ignore the blood curdling screams, locking my chamber in
But the walls of this oragami dream are paper thin
So how long will it last?
Before a wolf with iron lungs happens to come along for a snack
My entire world is shattered to tiny peices of glass
And I realize that I'm the reason it finally collapsed

Life is rough enough that by the time you finally become lovers
The condom is made of sand paper instead of rubber
Screaming in sheer pain, eyes tearing I have to wonder 
Why she made the taste of dirt and blood become my bread and butter
Just another day in paradise
Where this feeling I can't has become a parasite
Self-limiting beliefs have me paralyzed
So I cop a quarter to compensate for my pair-a-dimes (paradigms)
Life can leave a lot uncertain
And the struggles can be troublesome and worsen
But before you go before they drop the curtain
Remember that failure is an event, not a person

Failure

barefoot on the dried beer after spilling the cup
and I fear how I'm feeling I'm stuck
living it up, but somehow still not living enough
my life lost sight like my internet sucks
never giving a fuck like a chastity belt
and I can't remember where the hell my sanity fell
all of it lost in tragedy falling apart and panicking
sadly i learned the agony of gravity well
hopelessly only focus on my record for bills
instead of the skill i blindly try getting a mill
I want bitches in the bag like Cruela Deville
but it's an addiction i'm sick of living with that never fulfills
incredible still's my level of devilish will
inevitable little rebel for pedal to metal thrills
the going is getting hard and opening every scar
so i go to the next bar like a melody fill

a little more nicotine and I wouldn't seem tense
a little more weed and I wouldn't be stressed
a little more green and I wouldn't be in debt
a little less addiction and I wouldn't be depressed
a little more sleep and I wouldn't need rest
and if I loved me then I wouldn't need sex
a little more truth and I wouldn't pretend
to use an excuse for things I regret 
but I'm better than these habits, better than my past
better than the sadness that I can't mask
getting up and going and I'm never looking back
in fact, I'm gonna be growing til even after I pass
my body'll decompose and then nourish a patch of grass
server as a fertile ground for a seed you manage to plant
develop into a tree that'll grow tall and stand
till you turn me into a book about how I became a man

Sticky Beer

I sailed the seven seas with a treasure map
documented discoveries in a book that was leather wrapped
severed the tether setting sail in the stormy weather
as I'm writing this letter with the help of a feathered back
soul searching in search for a better path
wondering what it's like and if it would ever last
imagined it being better than anything I've ever imagined
and then imagined it being better than that

I lost my pacifier, lost my bib
and at 21, I lost my crib
lost my mind when I lost my chic
went crazy looking in toilets but I lost my shit
lost my appetite and I lost it quick
proceeded to lost my lunch when I vomited
lost touch with reality and I lost my grip
lost in the thought of wondering if I could ever put a stop to this
lost my place lost in space lost my way
lost sleep lost time lost the day
lost something invaluable i could not replace
lost my dignity, lost face
found a paddle but I lost the boat
found a lovely tree to hang myself but lost the rope
found the yin to my yan and then lost both
but after I lost it all, i never lost hope 

searched for love in every place that they suggested
searched my texts daily but I didn't get the message
searched until I crashed and burned beneath the wreckage
in the hot pursuit of happiness I drove a little bit reckless
searched the Earth and waves, searched space
searched alphabet blocks while I was looking for wordplay
trying to find myself, but I was doing it in the worst way
can't find what you never lost in the first place

Divide by Zero

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