Beat by SSK, Production by SSK and CRD, Homegrown Records 2014. 

Lyrics written and performed by SSK and CRD 

Tequila Sunrise (SSK + CRD)

Hot off the coffee from Saint Paul, Minnesota's DJ DubSmoke of the Homegrown Crew and Trilogy Productions. 

Finnagetta Coffee (DJ Awwwwww Shit!)

Generally Hitopical Lyrics, beat, scratching by SSK. ©Homegrown Records 2013. 

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Lyrics: 

Rappers wanna sit back and kick some fabled writtens
But all I hear is silence when I remove the fuckin' fiction 
(pause) 
Cause Kids Like them don't even listen 
Fishin' for compliments in the space between the disease and the condiments
Violence is optimally opposed to our function
So in a fortnight I'll forge a light powered by your frontin' 
Storms on the horizon wisen up my ill conceptions
So of course I see right through your clouded perceptions

We're officially ready to let y'all know, 
That I don't know how to go slow and I'm comin' and bringin' a head packed up with a rhyme flow 
Headed em off at competitors office, head editors getting in with the process
On or off the fence so henceforth, I hear a lot of-

Static in the background, noise in the white space
boxes of dusty records are blockin' the fire escape 
But I'm breakin' free, don't play with greed, I'm facin' me
And lightin' up and dissapearin' nightly out the back of the place to be 

Want it when I'm not there, but when I'm finally here I could care less 
Blank stare - why you so vexed? 
Oh I bet you heard that I hit it and quit it, I'm out the back door in a half of a minute
Hand a cigarette but my etiquette is elegant and eloquently brings about a good finish
and I couldn't fit it in a regular caske, in a single malt stash I'm the best of the batch, 
In a second I'd reckon I flash back to the past, go back to the block, and put myself on blast 

Yeah - cause that's how I like to handle my shit -
I'm a retrospective activist and pretty good philanthropist
 but I'm not talkin' myself up funk in the trunk gonna bump up bass at a gas stop pump facin' a skunk in the back seat, recline and pop the bottle - 

bottoms up girl, get down and make a stand 
I'll leave when the shit inside the liquor hits the fan
Strap up girl, with your pride by your side
You aint even got a chance kid, just walk on by

Lyrics, beat, scratching by SSK. ©Homegrown Records 2013. 

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