reminds me of Psyche Origami. if you haven't heard him yet give him a listen

LYRICS:

Get up 
Get up 
Get up 
Get up 
Jump (get up) 
Jump (come on) 
Jump (get up) x4 

Said, mother-fucker, when I get up- 
I'll stick you the ditch and bitch, you get stuck 
If you really be thinkin' you're dope 
Well, I got a rope that you can piss up 
Like a Ween song 
You ain't on the shit I've been on 
Couldn't even begin to sing a piece of my theme song 
Rock with me now, get caught up in the rhyme 
Get up, and when I say get up- ain't talkin' gettin' high 
I be talkin' gettin' fly, fresh- yes, whatever you call it 
Terminology gotta be on the dime and in the pocket 
Not a prophet, I ain't gonna cure no damn disease 
I just wanna get up and hit the ceiling when the beat hits- 
Me 
I get a feeling so serene when I'm beastin'- 
Flows that these people cannot compete with 
Now peep it 
Keepin' it loud like Ethan's car 
Speakin' in the ring till the king departs 
They all wanna see Jarv and the beats he keeps in charge 
If we can start to vibe with it, I would get by- 
With a mind on a rhyme and a diamond design 
Meaning it's strong and it bond with the- 
High-degree heat beat that Thief provide 

Get up 
Get up 
Get up 
Get up 
Jump (get up) 
Jump (come on) 
Jump (get up) x4 

Hey listen man, you know it doesn't matter what the victims say 
I rock to the rhythm any given day 
never been even a bit afraid 
To contain em with a phrase 
They could never begin to say 
I spray with the mind flow, Nate on a dyno 
Couldn't register- man, I break it and I go 
Home with another poem on the dome 
Soul of a ghost and a horn of a rhino 
Oooooo 
Tearing a hole in your back 
Nowhere to go when the flow's intact 
Double backflip when I bash in your skull cap with a vocal axe 
Slash, so bad- get it open 
In fact, you'll be broken and holdin' my sack 
Roping 'em in, lassoing the cattle, Jack 
Ain't nobody holdin' me back 
It's like that with a flow-type-phat 
Double-bogey, the foe get exact 
Nobody know where the bro 
Coulda known how to flow like that 
No hope for the whack 
So many go with the loco notion they might attack 
But I fold 'em in half when I rap like a madman 
Slapped with a backhand 
They're in a herd, but I'm over the pack 
Yeah, that's good 
I wanna stay over heads 
I don't wanna say what they woulda said 
They could never make me break or deflate 
Nate's gonna be great- no less 
Unless you get your skills up- 
You don't wanna feel it build up 
Gather round, feel the sound 
I ain't down, I'm still up- yeahh

The Boiler Room

LYRICS:

Last night in Winterfell, drinkin' white Zinfandel 
The story of ages- I might live to tell 
Gettin' paid when I play, baby- I'm famous and it's swell 
Gettin' laid to the backtrack of Saved by the Bell 
I be drinkin' red on a memory foam bed 
Pinot Noir, get up in broads- I palm flesh 
Your mom is a crack whore, bomb till the back's sore 
School any fool, he be fully takin' wrong tests 
Gelatinous ass, matter fact- I'm compatible 
Data batterin' any cat actin' bad on the avenue 
Catapult scatterin' a bad attitude back to Malibu 
100 proof Absolut, doggin' hoochies like a Malamute 
Yeah.. WOOF WOOF, BABY 
Big dog on the block got the verses and the hooks, baby 
Lately I can see that you've been glued into your seat 
Please get up up onto your feet and then begin groovin' with me

I know whatcha wanna see 
Come to the show, come flow wit me 
Get down y'all 
Get down y'all 
Make it fast, gurl make it quick 
Shake ya' ass and break ya' hip 
Get down y'all 
Get down y'all 

Kickin' it, cocked back- the tom-tom talkin' 
The kick and the high-hat- your mom pop-lockin' 
Rhythm- I got that, who gwan' wan' stop him? 
Y'all either fall back, or y'all start rockin' 
All the ladies drop it to the rhythm on the radio 
Natey may be insane, he's evading mainly the crazy hoes 
Jaded off every Joe claimin' he know like, "ain't he dope" 
I bet a no, I'm set to go, I throw them in Locker of Davey Jones 
Run 'em in, summer's in and he turnin' up the temperature 
Plug 'em in, punishin' speakers, people and their predecessors 
Done being bummy, she at the show, I know I will impress her 
Come wit me honey, the professor- lyrical skill endeavor 
Aux cable and all that, figgety-fall back 
The flows blast, hoes control the ballsack 
Lambasted, jaw-jack Joe- you so whack 
Toe-tag the flow, Jarv bad and you know that 

Plenty skill 
People sweat me like, "ain't he real" 
VT, VA, SD, Amityville 
And he still- 
At it, combatin', battle and build 
Candy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled x2 

Fill it in 
Uh, uh, uh x4 

I know whatcha wanna see 
Come to the show, come flow with me 
Get down y'all 
Get down y'all 
Make it fast gurl make it quick 
Shake ya' ass and break ya' hip 
Get down y'all 
Get down y'all 

I wanna grow a flat-top 
A flat-top fade 
I wish I could grow a flat-top 
A flat-top fade x4 

Plenty skill 
People sweat me like, "ain't he real" 
VT, VA, SD, Amityville 
And he still- 
At it, combatin', battle and build 
Candy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled 

Fill it in 
Uh, uh, uh x4

Flat-Top

LYRICS:

Smooth as velvet, you can tell it's too true 
Do whatever you do, the dude dwells in the- 
Cellar where the bass and rats be 
Since I quit my J O B machining at the factory 
Great like Gatsby, eeh-gad, the cat with the phat speech 
Clear a path, he's running the track like an athlete 
Sway to the vibe, Thief and I provide 
Come down to the Boiler Room 
Take a step inside of the rhythm 
Baby, lose your mind to what I'm givin'- 
You, the lyrics and the patterans that are within 
In the cut- 
I lie, but I will never babble with them 
Leavin' MCs scatterin'- infallible, bow to victims 
If ya - begin listenin' to what I'm tellin' you 
I'll never have to send you and your yellow crew to hell 
But through the fire and flames, you will cry in pain 
Gift given to those using my style in vain 

We be them fellas who- 
Do dat shit 
Do dat shit 
The cat is fantastic, mass lyrical backflips 
Nasty with it, in fact batshit, mad skill 
You cats tryina rap, will catch a javelin in the back 
Do dat shit 
Do dat shit 
Huh? 
The cat is fantastic, mass lyrical backflips 
Nasty with it, in fact batshit, mad skill 
You cats tryina rap, will catch a javelin in the back 

Still dope 
Still smooth 
Still relaxin' 
Still havin' fun with this rap shit 
Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme 
And I laugh with the crowd 
Laugh with the friends 
I have a lot for that I'm proud x2 

Smooth as velvet, dude is well-writ and well-read 
Grab the microphone and melt heads 
You're steppin' on egg shells 
A wrong don't make a right, but two rights make a left 
Well-said 
(you mean 3?) 
Ahh, yes, yes- you guessed it, I'm Kickin' it, I'm posted 
A mad scientist in his lab mixin' potions to get 'em hooked 
You cannot learn this in a book 
Yes, I've been a crook- but now I've got the rhythm- women look 
Nobody's smooth these days 
Their music makes Nate want to rudely crusade and say 
What he gotta say 
It's obvious you are a novice, 
Wait a minute, maybe I'll display how to properly operate 
Check it out now, no- check it out then 
I'm ready to go back in time with my pen 
But never that, I'll go with the flow one mo'gin 
Real rhymin' is timeless, it knows no end 

No bounds to this 
Bros pound the fist 
Gotta make it pound 
Until the hoes bounce to this 
Gather 'round and get 
Low-down and dip, 
Step in the Boiler Room 
You know it goes down to this x2 

Still dope 
Still smooth 
Still relaxin 
Still havin fun with this rap shit 
Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme 
And I laugh with the crowd 
Laugh with the friends 
I have a lot for that I'm proud 
Still dope 
Still smooth 
Still relaxin 
Still havin fun with this rap shit 
Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme 
And I laugh with the crowd 
Take a step into the Boiler Room 
Come on down 

Come down to The Boiler Room 
C'mon 
Take a step into The Boiler Room 
That's right x4 

Vibe to the rhythm and the sound 
Nod to the kick, get down 
Thief on the beat, makin' pound 
Live from The Boiler Room under the ground x2 

Come down to The Boiler Room 
C'mon 
Take a step into The Boiler Room 
That's right x4

Velvet

LYRICS:

I'm going hungry 
Grab the microphone and spit the bungee- 
Chord flow, contort and control the country 
Not a lot of proceeding with portions that they brung me 
So I'm treatin weak MCs as a substitute for lunch meat 
The problem is- the time that I'm squandering 
Pondering rhymes, fondeling dimes 
Not trying to get a job again 
I wanna stop until l I start feeling properly confident 
Stomping sense into martyrs, using their blood as a condiment 
I wander in a state of oblivion 
Livid, livin' in a schism landscape 
You better not get in this man's face 
Trainin' his way to becomin' incredible 
When will it happen? I can't say 
Pay him for his damn tape, put fame on this man's plate 
No matter the case- nobody could make 
Nathan overlook his morals or forfeit or break 
Buckle or bend 
Fuck it, I've been bucklin' down 
Hearin' em chucklin' until I give 'em somethin' to suck again 
What now 

Bust it 
Seasoning the track, leaving 'em dusted 
Add a little spice, it's nice and the ladies love it 
All these cheesy rap cats'll get scrapped, trashed in the rubbish 
It's the easy mac daddy, fattening y'all up on a budget 
Crushed in - the mortar bowl, the kid is sorta bold 
When it comes to makin' a mess with the pestle, death'll unfold 
Get to steppin' bro, I ain't no steppin' stone 
Lethal weapon vocal 
Keepin' these heathens steaming like vegetables 
Healthy 
Come and help yourself to a helping that is heaping 
Muy facil, simply speaking 
Believe me- Tabasco 
So hot that I'll make hell feel like it's freezing 
Till you begin dreaming of me when you're sleeping 
Wake up, punk- time for breakfast 
Next up on the guest list, J A to the R V, set to wreck shit 
The eggs get scrambled, MCs get burnt toast 
The timer goes ding, I'm ready to eat my meal and go 

I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting 
I'm hungry 
Eat any punk MC 
Until I feel my meal is complete x2 

- cuts by Crusty Cuts 

Trust me, I'm gonna look really full soon

Hungry

LYRICS:

Rock the rhythm, move your feet 
Everybody gettin' loose to the boogety-beat 
Be free to the kick, high-hat and snare 
Discrete, slow, fast or flare 
Take care of yourself, don't push too hard 
Don't get stuck, baby- gotta be smart 
Let it come natural 
Whether mellow or fast 
Ya' gotta match the pace 
About face with the fashion 
Action, never passin' out, smash and dash 
And when the beat drop, collapse 
Into the vibe intermittent 
With the rhymes that I'm kickin' 
Lifetimes symbolized by the high-hat tickin' 
Get it, got it, good 
Understood what it gotta be 
Not a comedy, on an odyssey 
With a bundle of bottom feedin' 
Poverty stricken people bodily wobblin' 
Wantin' to find a better day 
With melodic equality 
Promising nothing 
Gotta blend in- 
To flow of the river comin' 'round the bend 
I can, I kick my steps- I jam 
All alone with a head full of friends 
You bend to the rules, I bend to the beat 
I've been extending a dead end street 
Rain falls a drizzle 
Makin' ripples in the creek 
Keep movin' as one 
And the cycle don't cease 
Be free to do 
Be free to be- you 
Do whatever you see fit, kid- breath 
Sigh of relief, yeah, a breath of fresh 
Keep it movin' to the rhythm 
Till you learn the steps 
Left to right, now right to left 
Spin like a cyclone, break ya' neck 
Don't look at your feet 
Ya' gotta keep lookin' forward 
The dance of life has no end 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 

No end in sight 
I speak, I write 
Part of a cycle- 
Spark in the night 
Found my rhythm when I was just a pre-teen 
Gotta fuck the scene up and show my light 
My life is this, my life is that 
A bit of blues 
A little jazz 
A boom and a bap, fact is 
Doing it, ruinin' cats, 
Fuming in fact, 
grabbin' ahold of the rhythm 
And I never lose track 
Poetic inevitability is livin' within me 
Infinity- finishin' anybody with a simile 
I really be feelin' an innovative bit of energy, 
I dare anybody to 
Kick a rhyme in my vicinity 
I'm witty with it, really killin' 
All of my shows 
I suppose you don't know 
Well, I guess I gotta show 
You how the fuck it goes 
Alright, I speak, write, read, I flow 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control x2 

Rock with it, rock with it 
Non-stop with it 
Clock tic-tocs- 
I'm still on top with it 
Watch it when I kick it up 
A couple fuckin' notches 
Stop in and you'll find that 
I be killin' all the gossip 
Destiny 
That's a real big word 
Testin' me 
Rest in peace to the herbs 
I merged with the force 
When I came to the fork 
The river took hold and I lost all form 
It set my course 
Now I got a path 
For the back and the forth 
Never givin' in until I master the sword 
And I'm heard from the west- 
to the south- to the north 
Contort it with a white cap 
In event of an emergency 
I'm sure to be murderin' 
Any hurdle inadvertently 
Drowning? 
I'm never bound to be bringin' it down 
I'll be found flowin' on the surface 
Permanently 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control x2

The Beat

LYRICS:

Sometime, when the sun rise 
You gon' shine x8 

Everything is alright 
Everything is all good 
Everything is alright, now 
Everything is all good 
Everything is alright 
Everything is all good x2 

Kick it the backyard or somethin' 
Back on the grass, birds chirpin' and bees buzzin' 
Power to the few who do the do in the noon sun 
Flowers in bloom, the moods boost when the crew come 
Enlightenment means- fightin'll cease when the day hits 
Vitamin D invitin' me up out my basement 
Make it whatcha want it to be, I'll make it work 
I go with the flow, I throw my soul over the words 
And I like it 
I'm havin' a ball, havin' a blast 
Man, I might get- 
Wild for y'all over the Jazz 
Outta sight with this tight shit, 
sweeter than Mike and Ike 
With pizazz, Relax- 
I'm quite nice with the mic 
Can you dig it, dude? 
That's good 'cause we can dig it too 
Thief and I got various styles for you to get into 
Listen to the the lyric, bob along to the beat 
Don't sweat the minuscule, keep this song on repeat 

Sometime, when the sun rise 
You gon' shine x8 

When the time is right, we'll all shine bright 
Findin' the rhythm and the rhyme to life inside sunlight 
Aligning all that is outta place, I can already validate 
That I'm able to adjust and acclimate my eyesight 
And you can too, no jokin', just gotta keep 'em open 
Don't allow the rain showers to get your favorite towel thrown in 
Just put on your rain coat and wait for the storm to pass 
Raise the umbrella 'cause when the clouds part, you'll be warm at last 
Underneath a clear blue sky with my friends 
Is how I'm tryina spend my time till my end 
Vibe to the rhythm, write rhymes with the pen 
Keep my eyes on the future and I'll ride with the wind 
It's amazin' when the rays hit the skin and warm the mind 
I say this, the day is yours, ours and mine 
It's time to come together, time to open up the blinds 
We can all grow, at least we gotta try 

Sometime, when the sun rise 
You gon' shine x8 

Everything is alright 
Everything is all good 
Everything is alright, now 
Everything is all good 
Everything is alright 
Everything is all good x2

Sometime

LYRICS:

I'm takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Takin' it back to the basics 
A beat and a rhyme 
For these MCs fakin' x4 

Hold it 
Huh? 
Hold it right there 
Nowadays MCs just don't care 
Talkin' all that bullshit, y'all could never pull this 
Flow similar to my golden hair 
Go nowhere 
So sincere 
Grab the microphone, make you show them tears 
Rip it to the rhythm with a bit of competitive nature 
Nate gonna make it oh so clear 
On stage rappin' with your whack-ass crab walk 
Thinkin' you're slick 'cause you can kick a little fast talk? 
I can too, bitch 
Run through crews, bitch 
Whatcha gonna do 
Who ya' gonna run to, bitch? 
It's true most rappers suck 
Word to Slug, number 2, Bad Dub 
When it breaks it'll all come together 
When I take ya brain, I'm gonna shake, rattle, sever 
Get a plate for the feast, get a coat for the weather 
Get a way for the means and a hope for the cheddar 
Get away from me, kid- I don't wanna be together 
I'm takin' the beat 'cause I flow to it better 
"He don't know any better" 
Yeah, he must not 
'Cause I flow to the bitter end and never gon' stop 
Might blow up, but it won't go pop 
Word to De La Soul and all that real Hip-Hop 
No, it won't flop, 
No, and it ain't never gon' change 
All of that tough talk soundin' the same 
Sick of thy idiot bidding, goodbye 
My advice might be to try a different lane 
Feel the pain, 
Yo the game nowadays is a big ol' maze 
Full of robots, no motherboards or brains 
Synthetic MCs are pathetic indeed 
Especially when you see 'em placed next to me 

I'm takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Back to the basics 
Takin' it back 
Takin' it back to the basics 
A beat and a rhyme 
For these MCs fakin' x4 

Nowadays, most MCs ain't shit 
Tempt me, bitch- I'm gonna come to grips 
With the microphone 
Might smite you despite the clones 
You came with, the second the bass hits 
Sick of the carbonated copies and lame kids 
Kickin' the the same flows, sayin' the same shit 
With the same stance, wearin' the same clothes 
You tryina rap, or get into fashion? 
Take your pick 
Single out a million idiots in a video 
Gimme the visibility, really willin' to kill it 
Showin' anybody up 
Who really be kickin a wicked flow? 
Admit it, you bit it, you better get up out the vision, bro 
Devoted to the rhythm, it's a miracle, there we go 
Daredevil upon a microphone, he blowin' out your stereo 
paired up with a pen and a pad, he bad 
He had a massive amount of attack packed in a track 
That is that 
This is this 
Class dismissed, grow a sack and a dick 
Fuck a Rolex, fuck a Jag and a hit 
My rhyme'll leave an average cat with slashed wrists 
When a Thief track hits, mad kids get split 
By the thick bassline and the phat drum kit 
Kid, the faculty ain't got jack on me 
Word of advice, move back when I begin 
Yeah, back up 
It's my turn to talk 
Grab the microphone 
I be burnin' hot 
Set it on fire, don't matter if I'm cool 
I'll be burnin it down, bound to rock the spot 
Everybody wanna talk that phat shit 
(Phat shit) 
But they could never hack the tactics I smash with 
I'm back with that rat-a-tat, batterin' whack cats 
Rhyme fully-automatic, you're an old bolt-action 
I bust that shit, you be jammin' up 
You could never match half of the stamina 
You steppin to this? 
Yo, I'm wreckin' your shit 
DTM talkin' that garbage? 
Man, you dumb 
Tough luck, fucked up, now you're takin an L 
Name's Jarv, kid- I vacation in hell 
Wanna battle me? That'll be a fatality undoubtedly 
I laughed at the fake when he fell 
Ha

Basics

LYRICS:

I woke up in a wreck on somebody's back deck 
I stumbled down the street- beer and weed on my breath 
"What happened?" is the only question I could fathom asking 
As a stumbled in to vomit in the gas station bathroom 
Crusted in my mustache- I must ask the cashier 
Where I can find a trash bin to throw this condom wrapper in 
Least there's a possibility I wore one 
Who's the lucky lady? What may Natey have contracted? 
As I leave, I'm trying desperately 
To unweave this tapestry and pick up every last puzzle piece 
But I can't do it, I'm ruined and I cannot reassemble 
I blame it on the pain in my temple 
I've been to the bottom and here I am again 
I gotta find my car and I gotta find my friends 
I feel like shit, man- I feel so alone 
I got high last night and I didn't go home 

I'm tryina think back to the beginning of the bender 
The last I remember was Sam the bartender 
Trek down the street through 90 degree weather 
Skin color- green, I should be on a stretcher 
Walkin' down Mainstreet, a car pulls up 
Pizza face baby weighed about 3 bucks 
"I had fun last night, you got my number, hit me up" 
I looked her in the eyes and I replied like, "yup." 
I make it to the the bar- find my car is parked 
The only problem is, I don't know where the keys are 
RETARD 
I would to call a homie, but hey- wouldn'tcha know 
The phone in my pocket could desperately use a recharge 
I step into the bar and ask if I can use the phone 
They were like, "Nate, after we cut you off- where did you go?" 
Uuugh, man- I really wish I knew, but I don't 
All I know is I got high and I didn't go home" 

I called up Teece, I was like, "Ayy, wassup 
I'm hungover at the station, please come pick me up 
My car's out front, but I can't find the keys" 
He was like, "Dude I took 'em- remember? You tried to leave" 
"Well, dude- you couldn't gimme a ride?" 
"Man, I tried, but you left with that fat chick, insisting that you were fine" 
Noooo 
God why 
Fuck me 
I ran outside and dry-heaved in the street 
Who coulda seen? I hope nobody knows 
I'm beginning to think that I'm outta control 
I oughtta get it together but I know that I won't 
That's the way the cookie crumbles, that's life- I suppose 
So there I sit, basking in shame 
'Till Teece pulled up and he laughed in my face 
He handed me my keys, "Hey, thanks- I gotta go 
I got high last night and it's time to go home" 

I'll wake up in a fog- god dang, good god 
I'll put it all together like "oh-lawd" 
I hardly ever smoke, it's a fact that I drink 
Put 'em both together, I'll be yackin' in a sink x2.5

Oh-Lawd

LYRICS:

Dead man buried in the basement 
Basement 
Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship 
Spaceship 
Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with 
When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' 
What? 

Man, whatchu you talkin' about, my dentist is amazin' 
Why you talkin' 'bout the dentist in the first place, man? 
I dunno, I'm just a little frustrated 
Sittin' in the waiting room, gettin' sick of waitin' 
Space the umff out, 'till I'm thinkin' about the placement 
of waiting room chairs and the places that they're placed in 
Pickin' out the toys, if I was younger, I would play with 
But I'm no longer a boy, docile, complacent 
What a nice place, cleanliness, organization 
Excluding the crooked plaques, making me insane, shit 
to the right of them, sittin' a pretty paintin' 
This one is level, it is properly situated 
Posted in my chair, yes- I'm sittin' in my station 
What's takin' 'em so long, man- I'm gettin anxious 
Just as I'm thinkin' all about evacuation 
The nurse walks in and she calls out, "Nathan" 

Dead man buried in the basement 
Basement 
Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship 
Spaceship 
Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with 
When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' 
What? x2 

Now I'm sitting in my chair with a hat on my hair 
Sunglasses on my face and a dead man's stare 
At the light right in front of the teeth 
Pearly white like a light bright device type-machine 
Now I'm waitin' once again and I'm lookin' outside 
At a basketball court and an overcast sky 
And nobody around save the cars in the lot And the freeway through the trees way out past the park 
Hygienist walked in with a tone I could tell 
Said, "Nathan, it'll be a couple" 
Oh, what the hell 
Now I shift my focus to the window itself 
Tissues, a fan and some books on the shelf 
Absolute Beginner's Guide to the Bible 
And World History are among some of the titles 
120 Banned books, wonder how many I know 
It's only 10 in the morning and yo, I'm bored out of my mind bro
M.C. Escher, that's the one I'd like to read 
At least I know it has some pictures I would like to see 
Pamphlets on the right that might not apply to me 
Bite Soft and Straight Talk About Crooked Teeth 
The dentist comes back, to scrape upon the plaque 
I'm uncomfortable, burdened by the sweat upon my back 
I hate the feeling and sound of them peeling through my mouth 
I got a cavity? I'm glad, good B Y E 
See y'all around 
G'bye 

Dead man buried in the basement 
Basement 
Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship 
Spaceship 
Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with 
When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' 
What? x2 

I'm steady flossin 
I'm steady flossin 
I'm steady flossin 
Orally awesome x2

Flossin'

LYRICS:

It all comes together, man- it feels so perfect 
Saturday, kickin’ back, sittin’ on the surface 
Worthless? Never that- do yourself a service, 
Man- come on, get down to the earth tip 
70 degrees under evergreen trees, at the park till dark 
Every evening street shredding, 
Nahte got the Cavillac ready 
Tribe Called Quest, Beck - Beercan steady 
Got a betty on my side, backseat when I ride with the homies 
Ain't no surprise the guys know me 
Typical Jarv, Deuce Bigalow goes hard with a so-so hoe 
Gettin’ dome, drinkin' 40s 
Cops roll by while I powerslide hills 
They hate my skills, I love cheap thrills 
I go wild in the streets, runnin’ up until- 
The homies hit me up to chill 

Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Walkin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 
Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Skatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 

Got my hair in a bun like Samurai Jack 
Hot yoga in the park, ooooh, would ya’ look at that 
Feel the breeze, life is such a beautiful thing 
I find a quiet ol' tree and take a nap 
Ahhh, how lovely, livin like a sundae with nuts 
Yeah, I'm nuckin’ futs- tell me that ya’ love me 
Honey, let’s go and take a dip 
Sun-bleached hair, with the bubblegum hips 
Ahhh, get a grip Jarv- can't get this hard 
Rockin’ gym shorts, swimmin’ with this broad 
Good god, gotta stop lookin’ at the bod 
Or homegirl gon’ tell Jarv to get gone 
Rope-swing, hoping to see the ravine 
You’ve been my dream ever since I was a pre-teen fiend 
Fantasy may be happening or so it seems, 
“What do ya’ say we go and get a bite to eat, huh?” 

Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Walkin’ 'round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 
Hey, it's the same ol’ same 
Skatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain 
I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin 
Feel the funk and let the fun begin 

I don't wanna grow up, No, I don't wanna get old 
I don't wanna do what I'm told x4 

Hot yoga in the park x8 

Yoga pant booty-bootiful, I'm a fool for you baby boo, 
Hello, how do you do? 
I am not the man, but I will treat you like a woman 
Number 1, you will never be number 2 
You’re definitely divinity, Let me buy you dinner 
To you, I promise- I will always be true 
After dinner we can head back to your pad 
and I will do whatever you want me to do 
Who am I? Another stupid guy who would try to 
to get in your pants and wave goodbye? Oh my, I never would 
I never could even begin to imagine leavin’ you defeated 
I mean it, better believe it 
Heated up a little candle wax, drip it on my back 
Ooh, ahh, you a freak and I like that 
We hit the sheets, then I hit the streets 
And skate down to the station for a night-cap 

Hey, it's quite alright 
Out goes the day and in comes the night 
With the moonlight gleamin’ on the side of her butt 
I love life, man- aww shucks x2

Hot Yoga

LYRICS:

Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Actin' like life is a big commercial x2 

Introducing the uncoordinated Bruce Lee- 
Jarv, retard on tracks, by ThiefofBaghdad from New Zea- 
Landing on branches like Leo in The Revenant 
While rappers get branded, I stay contractually hesitant 
Standing on my own two, dismantle a pansy- thrown through 
paneling of fake wood, I'm hotter than rockin' snow suits 
In July or August, gotta' teach 'em- taught 'em raw shit 
Temperature will be goin up 
Hotter than any dumb hoe with some large tits 
Grab 'em, ahh, motorboat (brrrr) slap 'em 
Not the tits, the rappers braggin' about their massive lack of talent 
Riding on a hover board, elastic ankle slouch pants 
Smedium shirts and snap backs, doin' the dab dance 
How much were the shoes that your parents bought you? 
Haven't worked a day in your life, it's so ironic you're a tool 
man, who you trying to impress? Have you not a shred of virtue? 
Actin' like life is a big commercial 

Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Actin' like life is a big commercial x2 

Act now and we'll throw in an extra set for free 
Call the number on your screen and buy my shitty CD 
Grab your fire suits because this mixtape's fuego, 
Act now and you'll receive a stale everything bagel 
Taste-testers open up your mouths real wide 
We've got a little something that we wanna put inside 
It's great for all occasions, especially college parties 
Best enjoyed while you're chompin' off your tongue rollin' on Molly 
Get your glow sticks ready, autotune comin' at ya' 
Baalooaaloooaalooaalooo 
Who's your new favorite rapper? 
Give me all your money, invest in my clothing line 
Fashion over rapping, in my skirt I'm feeling so divine 
I made it, thanks to all of the kids who donated 
I'm poppin bottles, sippin' syrup, gettin' so faded 
I'm famous- most played on your little sister's playlist 
My listeners are dumb and they're easily persuaded 
Man, fuck that- You suck and you're only getting worse, dude 
Thief and I will break down walls, bomb and then burst through 
Bother and hurt, vomit and purge on your purse, dude 
You're actin' like life is a big commercial 

Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial 
Actin' like life is a big commercial 

Actin' like life is a big commercial x4

Commercial

I'm Jarv. 
I'm an MC / Producer from Windsor, VT.
Sup.

Commercial

Jarv.

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