Lyrics by Neal Whetstone
Produced by Christian Madison
Sampled Joey Bada$$

So on a non serious note 
Life has me strangled with an invincible joke
Keepin myself laughing with ambiguous jokes
Magnificent host, 2 ghost and ridiculous folks 
I wrote that note about 4 months ago. 
A lot has changed since then because 2 weeks is the same as
Way back then or way back when or way back when i didnt really care about what you said
Heartbreak and confusion usually (or always, cant remember lol) 
I try to move along like a vagabond but instead 
I focus on whats petty not stayin steady 
The wait is heavy
Lift levy i think im finally ready to say I'm not as cool as i thought i was 
Yo im not as smooth as i thought i was
I should have a suarez in bombay
To celebrate my moral decay 
I used to rock bald fades
Didn't stop till I was like 12, or eleven 
The time when I was on the right track to heaven 
Went to usher board 
And sunday school at 11 o clock 
Read verses, ate pizza with my wise man pops
While blowin shot into my good ties 
Thats around the time I orchestrated good lies
Now just vibe
Puttin in excellent work 
Using my adequate girth
Pollinating the earth 
What is my life really worth
How do I stay happy for eons
Rollin dirty with a blonde girly in a Nissan 
These signs, Im trying implent 
Will have this mic right here begin to fervent 
Put work in 
Tryna battle the serpents 
I have always have to work with 
Search with the flashlight, gotta find whats within 
But i guess I have to prove it again and agan and again 
Its so monotonous
Trying get the opulence 
My depression is ominous 
Providence, vibe with this, promise this, talkin shit
All of what I just said lacked a lot of common sense.... too many broken promises 
Tired of feeling like a bad guy when I force myself to be apathetic 
The real reason I do it is because i feel so pathetic 
I can give love, can't seem to accept it
Selective pain, I'll go to another exit
Im in the cut, whats up? Letting my chakras jut
Wanna be more than just cool enough for the cool enoughs

Cool Enough For The Cool Enoughs - Christian Madison & Neal Whetstone

"Stereo Fresh" by Christian Madison and Neal Whetstone off their upcoming mixtape.
Sampled "Movin' On Up", the theme song from the classic TV show "The Jeffersons"

These lyrics are just plain stupid silly having fun. Hope you have fun too.

Lyrics:
*M.A.D coughing*

Chorus:
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da (lol)

Neal:
Way too long I've been understated
Diversity is an understatement 
Killin the beat softly, go ahead and comence the lament 
Yall prosaic, we never faded
Perfect patience with out the payment 
Shinin bright we never jaded
Elvis Presley, oh baby
coming back on the doublee
I dont care what you say, 
right time like lemon and lime 
and sorry dude you too late
Shut em down like foreclosure 
I do whats minimal, and still get exposure
Luke Skywalkin, 
got haters gawkin 
With pac 2, writing haikus in a coffin 
Im sinnin, With crazy vision, 
I think im trippin, making haters livid.
Coach k we winnin, got u in yo feelings 
Chillin with archvillians and livin to make a livin we killin, ha... I'm kiddin

Chorus:
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da 
Turn it up now, tell me who this is
Stereo fresh, never heard of these two kids
Don't know what to expect, can't even comprehend
Stereo Fresh, someone play that song again

M.A.D:
The best thing about bein unknown 
is that no one knows how to go
When you hit that floor like a number one. 
Words shootin out like a tommy gun. 
Didnt see it coming like Shamalan, 
we the villains that you love like like Donkey Kong. 
Straight to the top, ring the bell, strength in the mind but weak in sales 
that's okay cuz we're rich in our rhymes, a garage band duo just loving life. 
Nothing to rap about but bein loud. 
Respect in the ring like Pacquiao, 
haters come along we knock em out, 
rock Em sock Em robots your head pop out, 
playing games but hungry for this, unlikely victors like Katniss,
it's the story that still bein told 

Neal: SPOILER ALERT! 

M.A.D:
lightning bolt! 
Search and destroy like a missile, 
coming from the back like a blue shell, 
go another round like a carousel, 
a 45 single on vinyl, 
The M.A.D is what you call me, 
new to the game but on two feet and that's Whetstone with the afro, 
hey Neal how's that chorus go?

Chorus:
Turn it up now, tell me who this is
Stereo fresh, ever heard of these two kids
Don't know what to expect, can't even comprehend
Stereo fresh, someone play that song again.

M.A.D:
Turn the soul up, hey now.
Working hard like James Brown
homage to the greats because we wanna be the same 
so hand over the reigns and well drive you insane. 
Is that cliche? is that overplayed? 
Don't care it is we're not serious anyways. 
Ain't full of ourselves we just mess around 
but if we're gonna do this let's vibe good sounds. 
Can't hear the haters cuz the beat's loud 
can turn the knob but ya can't turn me down.
I'll keep on screaming, singing, spittin dreaming, 
coming at you live from Htown. 
Hey N E A L whetstone I wanna know
how's that sound?!?

Neal:
Ohh- kill em terio 
Title fight in my stereo 
Cant sleep, just wanna rhyme and collect antiques
Im hands deep in this sick beat
Take a seat and walk asleep , 
Control alt delete 
Dont be so discrete 
Say it loud and accept defeat
All I know is that my mojo, is so dope
Its makes mo jo jo jo jo, quit his day job and work at pollo loco
And eat froyo with a hobo

Stereo Fresh - Christian Madison & Neal Whetstone

"Twice On Sunday" by Christian Madison & Neal Whetstone
Sampled:
"Florist" by Kirk Knight
"Have You Ever Had A Dream Like This" (Youtube Video)
"Hurt A Little Everyday" by Brenda Hollow
"Sunday Bloody Sunday" (Acoustic) by Bono and The Edge
Lyrics and Performance by Neal Whetstone
Beat by Christian Madison

Boy:
Have you ever had a dream that you could do anything?

M.A.D:
All day, every day, twice on Sunday
All day, every day, twice on Sunday

Neal:
Uh, hey guys! I hope you like this track!

M.A.D:
Bahahahaha!!! (what a white guy!)

Neal:
Im tryna get Aflac to cover the anthrax 
Im tryna get penicillin for feelings I wish I lacked 
No time to relax 
This beat is getting at my bones 
So i figured I'd get me a pen and write me a song
Greek women are the best
4"10 brown hair i go crazy 
Imma mess
I'd do anything to see you in that bright colored dress 
But your parents would send out a warrant for my arrest 
Refresh and respect 
I gotta take action and wreak havoc
Be sporadic and automatic 
Like inspector I'm using gadgets 
Cookin sweg acclaim from zagat im at it
Burnin lactic acid
Flow is so emphatic 
Fanatics do acrobatics 
Lights camera, action at the sound of a klaxon
Bellicose fructose, mad flow you mad son
Im liable for looking a little tribal 
Feel it through my spinal, hearing lionel on vinyl 

M.A.D:
All day, every day, twice on Sunday
All day, every day, twice on Sunday
All day, every day, twice on Sunday
All day, every day, twice on Sunday

Fossils, diggin up raptahs
Snatch ya, zap ya, unzip, then bash ya 
You might be fast but I am just faster 
Like dred scott, ascott like a bachelor 
If I get too cold, I wont catch a cough 
Imma love college dont need asher Roth 
Glasses off, Microsoft, 
david to the hasselhoff 
flippin on and off
Imma say this one time Im gettin bread
And you standin in the lunch line
Wont bite till its crunch time
Imma bring it to ya like a punch line 
One time. 

M.A.D:
All day, every day, twice on Sunday
All day, every day, twice on Sunday
All day, every day, twice on Sunday
All day, every day, twice on Sunday

Neal:
Im sounding ribald, while eating skittles with Tybalt
Then strummin on a fiddle with Billy Crystal 
And Stuart little 
Gettin sick of the drama at Glenda 
Im just a sinner like john bender 
But thats just life, gotta force myself to remember 
My flow is thorough, like Henry David Thoreau
too many bozos saying yolo its time to fold
Like origami 
This is the swami 
La di da dee
Napoleon Born to party 
Whippin in the rari
With Chevy chase and Chris Farley 
Ho ho ho, your so naughty 
Hanging 6 plus 4, im so gnarly 
Im Aussie
 
Got my Yankees hat on 
Tryna sleep with a beauty like gaston 
Gettin my saves on like Nicklaus lidstrom

Chillin with a sistah
At your local barista 
What we havin for dinnah
Said Kelly ripa
Follow me and mad on Twitter 
And keep screen shotting those tweets 
You talk about the same stuff you were on last week
Thanks for leaving me at the movies 
that was groovy
We still friends, just had let it out don't sue me
You vultures keep waiting for us to make mistakes 
So I wont be late to make your world quake 
Next take. 
*Breathe 
Resuscitate

Boy:
That, that you, that, that, you, wh, yo, whit, that, you, that you could do anything?

hou_nd

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