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INTRODUCTION

backstage pacin' (instrumental)

one spark [prod. by mr. master]

no one's ready to deal with us.

It's startin’ to feel like every week is Shark Week. 
Great White Shark bitin’ with sharp teeth. 
No grass stains stainin’ the golf cleats.
Came a long way from that carseat. Now I’m servin’ 
plates, I let 'em all eat. Interns paid to fetch me 
coffee off of how I write these raps, how I 
work this app, how I lounge my trap, how I 
keep so thoro when West is all that I rap. Know the 
Ridge that I rep. Practically mayor of the Nat. Since 
Encore, rappers couldn’t’ve mirrored me back. Hearin’ me 
rap is like hearin’ Hov rap in his prime. Multiple 
meanings when I say that whip’ll turn on a dime, I mean. 
‘Bout to stunt at my five-year. Like stop everything, 
I’m here, with the Bimmer in the lot like I'm really 'bout to 
pop. And even if I'm not, I know regardless, I 
swear I'll be the happiest there 'cause of this art, it's real. 
Her face looks like Hermione Granger's, but she’s 
quick to hit you back if her life is in danger. One pop, 
still five in the chamber. You won't like when I'm angry. 
I might hang me a Banksy. I'm reckless. I might 
rob the gift shop and just exit. I might document it. 
Tryna talk behind my back like God ain't omnipresent.
Triple lock it. Got it all protected. Ask Six Flags 
how much it costs to rent it, get it and then Project X it. 
We Star Trek of the next generation. Y'all Degrassi, 
playin’ Rick, tryna shoot for what Drake did. I'd 
rather be into the trap shit than have my head so 
far up my own ass that I would trash kids 
for tryna have fun and do what kids do. 
Talkin’ ‘bout how you miss the 90’s with a box of tissues. 
Y'all really sweatin’ music too much. I gave it 
up. The reason why my shit is so tough now. I 
bust down, bust back. News won't run that. 
All me up down left right front back. 
California, I'm the king of the south. The reason 
why she got this tip in her mouth. I just hit me my stride. 
Bitch don't kill me my vibe. Since I picked up this drive, 
it's just been “Gimme a ride.” I might go Fullmetal Alchemist. 
Might go Full Metal Jacket. Only speakin’ the truth 
to you. I just happen to rap it. I let my people tell 'em. 
I let the brain, I let the fear, I let the voices tell 'em. 
I let my family, let my friends, I let my tortoise tell 'em. 
I let my club, I let the Nat, I’m lettin’ Northridge tell 'em. 
Never stoppin’ 'cause there's always something more to tell 'em. 
I'll assassinate the president. I said it clear 'cause 
nothing fuckin’ matters anymore in this election year. 
Donald Trump is havin' foreign people dread in fear like 
European bastards didn't get 'em here. That's all I'ma say. 
I'll leave the politics to people who care. Got my 
heart inside the music, I'll just keep it in there. I just 
wonder why I'm workin’ with the hearin’ impaired. You probably 
couldn't catch the beat if it was tied to a chair. They call me 
Mr. Master. Mr. Hollywood. I'm Version 2, 
ever since I hit the factories to earn my suit. Been a 
goon since Toontown. Do then what I do now. Music 
loud but not too loud. Shoutout Long Beach for rejectin’ 
me. Shoutout San Jose State and 
UC Santa Barbara for acceptin’ me. Said no to both regretfully 
at first, but the Ridge is where I’m meant to be. Would 
never be in the place I’m at mentally if I went somewhere else. 
Would never get for myself this sense of identity. 
Plagued with a head disease medicine couldn’t remedy. 
In the midst, I drift through it effortless. No dependency. 
Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is

no escape (freestyle) [prod. by nastradomas]

4:44 got me thinking.

Don’t talk to me, I’m an asshole and I mask 
it as being bashful. I made a big mistake. 
I cut a lot of people off to do this shit this great and I 
think about it every single day. Why would I ever 
forget? Why would I lie and say there’s nothing I’ma ever 
regret? A lot of apology texts I haven’t written yet. 
You’d think I’d have no feelings with all this talk of the internet, 
but I can’t tell where the truth starts and the lyrics end. 
Like I’m supposed to just let this music fade in and 
laugh at it until I make it. Like I’m supposed to just keep 
pursuing performing and yearning for these stages, but what 
happens when I look into the crowd and see their faces? Is nothing 
sacred? People you’ve known for years and you just 
disappear like nothing’s different here. You don’t deserve 
to have those friends again. Just stay in this self-imposed 
solitary confinement until the bitter end. What happened to 
love? What happened to trust? What happened to 
us? Alcohol in the cuts. Marijuana 
my lungs, I should be coughing up blood. 
I need to pick it back up. By myself. 
‘Cause guaranteed I won’t find any help in all these 
strangers who won’t entertain the lies I tell. I’ll start over 
and do better from here on out and carry 
the weight of every word that leaves my mouth. I 
changed. Whether it’s for the better, I’ll know eventually. 
Sacrifice myself to the entropy and blame it on the 
cards. Like that’s just how it was meant to be. Seems like a shaky 
kinda strategy but I guess we’ll see. I never stopped 
loving anyone, I just stopped showing up. How’s that excuse 
holding up? Maybe I’m just not old enough. 
Maybe when I finally settle and my soul is crushed and 
I’m truly alone, then I’ll know what’s up.

homecoming [prod. by mr. master]

photo by martin gonzalez
LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-character-assassination-lyrics

LYRICS ON GENIUS

character assassination

Music by nelward
Art by Noxlof (twitter.com/Noxlof)

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pots & pans
the sound u hear each morning
song and dance
amid the myriad snoring
drops of jam
are spilling on your dress shirt
but you understand
that life is just a concert

pots & pans
the odds and ends that lead you
and I need you here all the time
I hope it won't impede you
I just need you here all the time
I just need you here all the time

Stems & seeds
we stopped before we started
and I just wanted to be
The pot you plant your heart in
Pods & peas
Can wilt before the harvest
but our hopes and dreams
will lead us through the hardship

Pots & pans
The aria of wanting
But I need you here all the time
And if my song should reach you
Just know I need you here all the time
I just need you here all the time
I just need you here all the time
I just need you here...

I'm but a wave to say I love you
Swept into the sea

DL on bandcamp!

pots & pans 🍳

concrete angel (yep yep yep)

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Funny thing about motivation.
It’s not a week long seminar 
at some beachside resort and spa. 
Ice breakers with nice strangers. 
Distrustful trust falls. 
Seven easy, twelve easy, 
twenty-five easy steps and that’s all. 
Some people need that. 
A format, a road map. 
They’re so lost about where they wanna go, 
they don’t even know where they’re at. 
And it works. 
But once you dig yourself out of that hole, 
it’s not like the film ends and the credits roll, it’s- 
The funny thing about motivation is it’s not a party. 
It’s not a drum beat in your chest 
echoing through your body. 
Each day isn’t a dragon to slay, 
a battle for your army. 
Temporary life mottos 
scribbled in permanent Sharpie. 
Some people need those. 
Credos. Words to live by. 
Metaphors and allegories to fit yourself inside. 
And it works. 
But take away the glitz and the guts 
and let that luster get a little rust... 
The funny thing about motivation is… 
is that it’s disappointing. 
All it really boils down to 
is strengthening your inner voice 
and that’s not loud, that’s not bright, 
that’s not an interesting story. 
Books don’t get written about 
small personal victories 
because that would be boring. 
But small personal victories 
are what’s truly human. 
Funny thing about motivation is that 
it’s not a crowd chanting over moving music. 
It’s a single pat on your back saying, 
“You can do this.”

It’s muted.
It’s quiet. 
Sometimes it’s silent.

Funny thing about procrastination. 
Sometimes it's not 'cause you're lazy. 
Snoozin' your alarm so you can stay asleep 
every day of the week until the due date's reached. 
Stayed up all night to turn it in late, incomplete. 
Some people do that. 
Who can't? 
Chapter 2 Math 
sounds so much sadder than 
afternoon nap. 
So you don't work. 
But it’s not just putting off for later 
so you can watch some vlogger’s day first. 
I heard somebody 
who studied decision making 
for years get asked, 
“Have you gotten better at 
making decisions in your own life?” 
He said no. 
Right? 
Like if he was researching this whole time, 
how does he not know by now? 
But the funny thing is
being smarter doesn’t make you more productive. 
You just get better at justifying your poor judgement. 
More convincing excuses. 
More lenient sentences. 
Better intentions to pave the road to hell with. 
All this to say that I’m not lazy. 
I just trust that tomorrow me 
will be wiser than today me. 
Blindly, faithfully. 
Trusting the process. 
But if I give it all to God, so to speak, 
what have I got left? 
If I keep pushing the deadlines back, 
I’ll be dead by the time I react. 
And that’s not laziness. 
Or maybe it is that. 
Funny thing about procrastination. 
It hits back. 

It’s a tought fight.
And I’ve lost sight. 
But I’m still tryin’. 
I’ll be alright.

funny thing [prod. by mr. master]

LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-shambles-lyrics

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