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Death of Forever - #CorpusCallosum - prod. @redhooknoodles

Dubby’s 6th solo project, Corpus Callosum has an evenly balanced combination of calm and wild as well a different producer for each song on the tape.  Show you support by sharing the track using the hashtags #teamloko or #corpuscallosum.  ENJOY!

Blindsided back-hand strapped to my morals but,
It’s a damn shame that it wasn’t forever love love love
I know sorry doesn’t cut it, but it sure seemed sharp enough,
But a blunt blade never kills the pain, no a blunt blade never kills at all.

Verse 1

It was my mistake and I take full responsibility, to justify my actions would be lacking that integrity
That I was taught to have when I would handle situations, but I’ll wait in patience
Take my hand whenever ready mentally, can show you there’s a better me
I know the trust is rubble, but I’ll build it up again, attach a laser to the top so any thot will not be entering
Took your heart for granted now my heart’s my biggest enemy, he hates his relocation,
But remains in my throat and chokes on overdosing jealousy…
But I’ll wait it out and do my thing
Don’t be mixing signals and get raddled when I do my thing and I’ll try and do the same
Rather hear about your day then get laid
No other broad want a cheesesteak after bangin, plates ready on the table
Always end up eatin naked, chewing while we conversating
And you were saying within that moment that perfection was an understatement
Need to bring my baby back now

Verse 2

This is for the past shit, this is for the last kiss
This is for the anger that made you delete my number and shove my letters in the trash
And assuming I’m a bastard, took a different path, back road, if you crash
I’ll be there in a flash, cuz I told you there’s no mileage on love, I’ll pay the gas
Even walk if I have too, got me running out of actions
Believe in me like you used to, take a leap, I’ll be there to catch you

Blindsided back-hand strapped to my morals but,
It’s a damn shame that it wasn’t forever love love love
I know sorry doesn’t cut it, but it sure seemed sharp enough,
But a blunt blade never kills the pain, no a blunt blade never kills at all.




Death Of Forever

Minnesota Cold prod. @JRHiTMAKER

DGB’s 6th solo project, Corpus Callosum has an evenly balanced combination of calm and wild as well a different producer for each song on the tape.  

That’s AP and they d-backs, so their knee caps at rib level
My truck stick, like a fork lift, poor kid had his chin at rim level
They heatin up, but I’ve been devil, But in hell you graduate
My GPA got way better, my degree, shit was like 108
Had a ghetto girl from around the block in my bed, and I met her on south street
Cuddy kind of cool and I wasn’t being rude, but, had to scoot her where the couch be
(Minnesota cold)
Cuz I left the AC blowing high,
But blowin high puts ice beside my brain, it may have slipped my mind
Conserving energy, need that for, fuck you expect
I been had the drive, be cold as ice, present day polar express
I got a first class ticket, but I always show love
Minnesota cold when I’m on that’s Kev, let’s get
Ricky when I dish it like we livin in the kitchen
Told my team we gonna eat til the death,
Put a buffet in my coffin
So cold I preserve that shit
Pretty soon, Ima burn that shit
Elevator go down, but I earned that shit
How could a devil be cold like him?
Turn it up fuck boy, I know you heard that shit
I got a flow so cold that the track so hot
All my hot shit cold, Minnesota temp
Let’s get it

Minnesota Cold

Vagabond prod. @SinimaBeats

Dubby’s 6th solo project, Corpus Callosum has an evenly balanced combination of calm and wild as well a different producer for each song on the tape. 

September 3rd, 2006, it’s been a week since leaving the crib
It’s been a week since eatin something decent, I been
Runnin my fingers through the crease in my ribs
But rather see my ribs, then have to have daddy beatin em in
I’ve never seen a man commanded by a demon within
I’ve never seen a woman tatted black and blue on the skin
Refuses to admit the bruising came from 2 of his fists
It’s been, about a year since Bobby’s flag was delivered
Two service persons handed my dad a triangular figure
Pain that was given resonated, invading his system
The anger within him made me and mom the easiest victims
Bro was a lieutenant, daddy was a vet
So naturally he wanted me to follow in his steps
But I actually developed sketching intellect with pen
And now my writtens all consist of how my family met its end.

HOOK

Put his thumb to the west on a Tuesday
Caught a ride to the city and now he’s gone
Broke free from the evil, but who’s gonna tell mama
Better off gone away, vagabond for the day

VERSE 2

September 5th, 2006, in a pick-up bed, city million miles ahead
Back roads over grown, fingers flickin the wind
Sketchin with the last drop of my pen
We stopping again, man said, “Gotta get out”
Pulled over slow, now I’m walking on the shoulder of a road
Cold shoulder from a home, no, I meant to say a house
Cuz the two are opposites, I finally know the difference now
Digging for some chow, on the ground by a stop sign
Tryna catch a break just waiting for that pop-fly
Peak of this depression feet swellin I cannot climb
Any further, sleeping by the surface of the tree line
Hit a bee hive, and got a couple stings,
But they felt like kisses to how my daddy swings
I was numb to the pain, need a gun to the brain
Better off gone away, vagabond for the day

HOOK

Put his thumb to the west on a Tuesday
Caught a ride to the city and now he’s gone
Broke free from the evil, but who’s gonna tell mama
Better off gone away, vagabond for the day

VERSE 3

June 2nd, 2011.  Thought I could write an entry that was sort of a lesson
Sort of aggressive, important, but ignoring depression
Progressive explanations on ways of exploring expression
And learn to accept em
Life short, so never stop progressing
And never let another person hurt your forward effort
Never give up, you just gotta keep your chin up
Cuz the finish ain’t a given, life is all about momentum

Put his thumb to the west on a Tuesday
Caught a ride to the city and now he’s gone
Broke free from the evil, but who’s gonna tell mama
Better off gone away, vagabond for the day

Put his thumb to the west on a Tuesday
Caught a ride to the city and now he’s gone
Broke free from the evil, but who’s gonna tell mama
Better off gone away, vagabond for the day

Vagabond

Fixx prod. @canismajor_

DGB's 6th solo project, Corpus Callosum has an evenly balanced combination of calm and wild as well a different producer for each song on the tape.

-----------------Is ya back ok?
How’s it feel to have a knife in ya spine? But uh...
It didn’t seem that deep til I pulled it out.
--------------- Is my baby ok?
I really miss that smile but um,
All alone in the sea can you turn around…please please please

I broke innocence like a pool break
8 ball hit the corner pocket on the first take
First date, gotta pie, second date, second base
O’s game 0-9 right behind home plate
Nice time with my dime only rhyme I could make
And my dime wanted change but I tried but was late
My game, but in time she would learn how to play
Finally caught a line drive full of lies from a fake, what a shame

Baby I can fix this
You got to let me fix this thing I did
Baby I can fix this
You got to let me try right…

Don’t you hate it when she’s right and she makes it known?
Piss and mown, daily convo on the telephone
Hardly change, but in ways make you feel at home
So far away, but that kind of love goes show to show
She like the stroke and the passion that’s attached to it
And after smashing, just relax and watch a bad movie
The appetite for a snack just increased
So we eatin in the sheets, ice cream and fell asleep scoopin
Bumpin drill music, playing Durk, while I swerve
She bob her head, even though she think that shit absurd
But she dig what I dig cuz I dig it
Ride or die, man that shit’s a given.


….You got to let me fix this
You got to let me try for that
You can’t tell me you don’t miss this thing,
That we had
We can handle this, we can handle this thing
We can handle this
I wish I could press rewind but…

Baby I can fix this
You got to let me fix this thing I did
Baby I can fix this
You got to let me try again

Fixx

Welcome to the Show prod. @Twanbeatmaker

Welcome to the Show OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO - 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSj2ijlM8WQ&feature=youtu.be

DGB’s 6th solo project, Corpus Callosum has an evenly balanced combination of calm and wild as well a different producer for each song on the tape.  

Welcome to the main event
My profession’s kind of funny cuz I’m paid to vent
But when you’re venting free crack, like I had to pay the feds
Fans high as attics, attics watch me on the stage again
It’s TLA I hate it when they rep it to my face
Round their people make it seem as though they’ve never seen a weight 
It’s getting late
We won’t wait when you decide to chase the train
We’ve been boarded, you were snoring
Sleepin on my gotta change, we wake em up
I was up
In the morning had my lady catch the bus
Bubble butt, poppin those are fun
I told em bout the show I said that you should come, you should come
We bout to spark up
Love it when the broads come
Think I want a blonde one
That loves to go to Starbucks
Plus I get her star struck 
Can tell by how her jaw just
Been open for the show, I fill that hole, that’s not a problem
I get it man
Trigga said we doin this, I told him I’ve been on my shit
TLA no second place, now fold ya hands as we bless the stage

VERSE 2

Welcome to the show again
Tonight we gonna have a little fun
Show me where the women at
Meet me round the back when we all done
I ain’t done, peach Cîroc and tattered lungs
Coke and weed, a decent plug
That thick codeine gonna leave him dumb
Cut the check we needed one 
Then split the cream, like caffeine cups
A laughing stock, that’s never us,
But if it was, I’d pay them bucks
I’ll buy a share, 
The faith I got in my whole squad is strong as fuck
Kriotene the team, our hands and feet are tough and callused up
Please lord forgive me for my sins, the bread is broken chalice up
But I repeat cuz I’m influenced by these broads that say what’s up
They sayin what?
Said you’ve never been?
They was at my show, how you liking it
Hawaiian in the bowl, my homie spiking it
Loosen up these hoes man, let loose on the road man
Hope I know the code, now I’m typing shit
Get it then we roll, like I be dicin shit
In the cut I know that, told you I’m dicin shit
Loosen up these hoes man, let loose on the road man
Welcome to the show.

Welcome to the Show

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Lyrics to Fryer Grease

Verse 1

Handle my business like bicycle hand grips
Defining the actin rappers as feminine Brad Pitts
Unintelligent pelicans say they flyer than Southwest,
But they’re Nigel in finding Nemo, their people are clown fish
Predecessor in training just wait til the crown shift
They think it’s a Hail Mary, just wait til the route switch
On my plate is a cow hip, gimme beef, I devour it
After dinner finger ya girl like the honor a scout gives
Then beat because I’m bored
Yawning I barley sleep, been dreaming of a war, 
Future’s the enemy
Confusing myself with these people that ain’t bout it
Say it proudly, cocky adjectives have filled my apparatus
Practically a cactus, actin cool, but to heat I’ve adapted
Critics pick and nag my passion, all they got is that I’m raspy
So I challenge any asshole talkin trash to rap a beat
So I can hear the crickets chirp when it’s your turn to fuckin speak

HOOK

The game taking all my energy, but stayin Loko til the missions over
Any rapper wanna get at me, then somebody can get fried tonight
See em actin like celebrities, talkin down when they only local
I’m just only tryna better me, but somebody can get fried tonight

Verse 2

Lining up the bullets like a list in a Word doc.
Shots at the crown king’s mouth get a curb stomp
Actin fly, get you baptized with that red line 
Aim to the sky, Elmer Fudd to ya bird flock
Simple simile kill em simply similar to Pac
Conflicted with thinkin violent, Red Baron pilotin my thoughts
Shutter Island can’t get off, heat the oil, fry em all
Mardi gras sauce, faster than Louisiana, here we go 
Give em nothing but a rubber ducky in my tub of money luckily
I’ve been stickin clovers in my fuckin salad bowl
Eat the greens, bend the rules and then your knees, leap of
Faith for your belief no reason for us livin in that rabbit hole.
Sick of “real” mother fuckers, bunny ears, both knuckles
They appear to me as nothing so I put em in a quote
Cheetah feedin on impalas, see the fleet of my armada
While they paddling with goggles, artists swept under the boat

HOOK

Verse 3

I heard em hating through the grape vine, while sippin on a bottle from the same place
Define greatness, so I had to age right, fruity artist’s garbage, sick of listenin to the same grapes
Puttin em in buckets I’m jumpin on em with callused feet
Engine in my fingers from written lyrics is raddling
I’m getting Miles like Tony throwin in Dallas heat
I started from the bottom, but the bottom’s seen the last of me

HOOK

Fryer Grease

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