This song is about people knowing me for all the good things I've done and not knowing about all the bad things I've done...

What Should I Spit About feat. Slik

verse1
check your caller id, the truth is callin, quit stallin\ like internet speeds, without wifi they crawlin\ take a look at me, put on your glasses or your contacts\ you better believe, like a pastor at a church mass\ my identity, it is unforseen, like a scary scene, never saw it coming, so unexpectedly, when im on the m.i.c., im not your average (mean) type of rapper ooh wee\ go ahead and tell your friends tell them that im back rappin\ like it's christmas time and i've got some gifts and they madeit on santa's nice list\ go ahead and play pretend that you didn't just send a mass text to your friends with my name and a fire emoji, followed up by a #hellalit

verse2
i'm feelin good, feelin great, like i took some ibuprofen for my pain\ like i met the love of my life for the first time again, hi, nice to meet you, thank for you comin, come again\ thats what i hear from my fans, thank you for bringing me the experience\ i put on an event to remember like their homecoming dance\ like when they take their partner right after to the back of their parents van\ you can see the fireworks in the sky, you can see the sparkle in their eye, take a step back and you'll realize, my rhymes ignite, your hypothalamus excites\ feel the adrenaline pumpin through my veins, when i take the stage i know you feelin the same\ with every word that i say i'm like an allergen\ your getting stick and stuck you better bring or brought an epi pen

verse3
what should i spit about? spitting bars after bars like a bar hop\ more like a zombie pub crawl cause i be killin yall, bring yall back to life like a defibrillator\ i'm not used to being this full of myself, but i'm getting pumped up like i pulled up at a shell\ like at chevron i go the extra mile, keep it 100, no 76, i'm like fred meyer\ what's on your list? i'm ampm, too much good stuff you can't resist\ i'm imax theater cause i think big\ i'm like levis cause quality never goes out of style\ aint got no patience for air play, too busy pitching these sound waves, i'd say that i'm pretty generous, because i'm sharing my genius\ and i'm not even that serious, but if it'll get you to see us, then i'll keep actin conceded, like i really believe that i'm jesus

verse4
and i'm not even that serious, but if it'll get you to see us, then i'll keep actin conceded, like i really believe that i'm jesus\ like i really decieved all the demons, like i really relieve all diseases, like i really concieved all ideas, like i really am leader of leaders

chorus
go ahead and tell your friends, tell them that im back rappin, been mia since 2006, been 10 years but i'm at it again\ go ahead and tell your friends, tell them that im back rappin, and i'm still keepin it real, in 10 years i'll be doing it still

Tell Your Friends

we wrote and recorded this song in about an hour after having a conversation about the presidential election... we were just playing around but it came out alright... for real tho, fuck trump, feel the bern... make sure you go out and vote... oregon primaries coming up soon, ballot due may 17th...

verse1
everything i see is made up of politics\ all i see on tv is "who's gon be the next president?"\ is it hillary clinton? or is it ted cruz?\ did donald trump just say we should execute all the jews?\ nobody paying attention til there's a meme on facebook\ people don't realize they affected even if they don't vote\ maybe i should run for president some day\ my executive branch would include mr. kanye\ his first law would be "drive slow homie"\ teen accidents improved (supposed to say decreased... woops) by 50% the next day\ i mean, it doesn't take much to express your opinion\ politicians at the capital is all they do for a living\ but they get paid a bunch, while i'm trying to make enough to not eat bologna at lunch\ my education cost too much and i don't make enough\ but if i suggest a raise in the minimum wage, people be like what the fuck\

verse2
can you see the problem\ can you answer these questions\ look at my resident\ future president\ look at my precedent i hope you can focus in\ i'm tryna be a journalist\ but if your campaign come around\ could i become a realist\ would i, fall into the game of politics\ would i then fall victim\ to a master of puppets\ a slave to your words, gestures\ rhetorical arguments\ all caps, exclamation points\ cheap slogans\ paid for by the media\ wolves in sheeps clothing\ the mic your holding\ the card they dealing\ there's kings, queens, jacks\ then under cards\ then theres you folding\ under pressure\ under a house of cards\ under buried treasure\ short of any measures (what ballot)\ under the weather\ while your air force one\ lands via traffic controller\ last question\ how does your election\ effect my situation\

feel the bern... feel the bern, feel the bern...

#FeelTheBern (feat. Slik)

chorus
i’m with it, who is that?
who is that? i’m with it

verse one
let me introduce you to my favorite rapper/ his name is l.a.c. and he’s a fuckin monster/ his style is straight rippin like a velociraptor/ he’ll rap so smooth, so cool, he’s gonna mesmerize ya/ i know, you’re gonna love it when he comes around/ you’re gonna dig it when he puts it down/ you’re gonna ask him for his autograph/ you’re gonna act like you ain’t never had/ flow that’s this bold/ rhymes that enchant/ words that embrue your ears with straight class/ a style that’s rough and rugged like denim pants/ but still silky and sexy like velvet underpants/ he doesn’t know how to stop like a broken watch/ watch him ride his raps lyrics all the way to the top/ soarin over falcons, his strength won't collapse/ too slik, hope the parachute expands/ he’ll make you turn your head, like “what did he say?”/ he’ll make you double take like “wait, what’s his name?”/ he’ll make you come right back, like “is there more of that?”/ he’ll make you want to chant “i’m with it, who is that?”/ uhh

verse two
he called me slik since my adolescence / when sick he gave me convalescence/ that's on my grandparent, ever since my dad been absent/ slowly i'd grow/ gained wisdom, knew the ledge on my own/ cast away’d this abscessed tooth on my own/ drank the milk all on my lone/ skipped school intolerant, that was forsho/ lacked what school was teaching, so, i reached for the door/ and gave life plenty more/ and sure i still got some empty holes/ but i'm drilling for that metal gold/ they tried to set me up with goals/ but i kicked that ball and let it roll/ some want to fit the mold/ some wanna sell they soul/ but if one can know the game in whole, this heart be foretold/ see i'm slick like oil/ i don't mix, i'm gone toil/ from ground up, feet buried deep in the soil/ i ain't fixed, that’s why the letter c out my rap name/ no crip, but i kill em, alik my blood family name/ so it's simson, simon? don't forget the s/ connect s to the l.i.k./ that's slik, now rip just taught you how to r.i.p. this beat/ falcon show em how to fly with em wings/ that's who’s who in case you ever ask me 

verse three
let me introduce myself, i'm know as falcon/ and when i get on this mic it's always happenin/ especially with slick and rip/ like old times, this was my click/ and we still with it/ who isn't, not you/ cuz you bumping this, fool/ and there's only so much you can really do/ when you play by the rules/ but me, i never do/ never lose/ even though i got the tools/ and i skipped school, like a fool/ just for the fuck of it/ and now i would think it would catch up but it hasn't yet/ just like my record deal, shit still hasn't yet/ even though i keep reminding them/ and instead of them finding me I'm finding them and yes it's like my friends shit what ones they all took a run except the boy menace i wish him freedom wellness for that one other than him i can't find none of them harder than Waldo rushing to find my self like hurry up pronto getting lost in a land i've never been toronto shit is getting rocking colorado but ima fight my way out to with the same gloves i committed that crime dude if i wanna see tomorrow

I'm With It (feat. Mr.Falcon & Slik)

another song we've been working on for about half a year... the longer it takes, the better it comes out! this one's for the haters from 10 years ago and the haters out there right now lurking like they some rare pokemon...

hook- slik & mr.falcon
if i go on this road i’ma keep going/ and if i stay on this road i’ma keep going/ and so these wheels keep spinning/ and so this road keeps turning/ i know this destination coming should my car keep running/ if i go on this road i’ma keep going/

chorus- l.a.c. & mr.falcon
if i say that it is, then it fucking is/ if i call this the shit, don’t fucking question it/ instead, bump this shit, ‘til you get off the road/ and put the tape back in when you get back home/

verse1- mr.falcon
i hope they keep bumping my shit, even my old/ cause i’ma do this ‘til i’m ugly as fuck and cold/ but my vocals will keep me warm with this heat that i speak/ so simmer down, capiche?/ cause my patience will take a leap and leave you hella weak/ i think i’m pretty unique the way i do this every week/ getting on a track to attract those who talk about me and what i’ve done/ trust me homie this thing here ain’t nothing but fun/ but you wouldn’t know that ‘cause you’re walking down a road that’s upside down/ trust me homeboy this here ain’t your town/ it’s a little rough, but that’s what makes you tough/ i don’t bluff, this right here the good stuff/ that makes me reminisce why i haven’t done this in way so long/ but it feels good being back on a track/ don’t get me wrong, i still feel like i’m gone/ ‘til i open up my eyes, i see the mic again and a contract at the end of this road/ i’m gonna keep fighting ‘til i’m old/

verse2- slik
if they telling me, showing me, should i go? should i roll?/ but it's me, only me where i found it skin deep/ a lot of people say but ain't saying nothing/ so i’ma go, i’ma show and prove/ out with the old, in with the new/ and i'ma run it, drive it, speed it then cruise/ like a well oiled machine, why you think they call me slik?/ i'm just all over this shit/ i just write a rhyme and spit/ then i incline to make a hit/ climbing mountains, four wheeling it/ running down the hill, skiing it/ or whether on the road eight speeding it/ i'ma climb, drive, eat, finish, and get mine/ however, i'm hip for the ride/ so it's me, and only me, that decides/ and if you back me i'll back you, shotgun passenger side/ or freestyle in the back, it's go time/ and it's time for the show, you should know that it's time to go/ i’ma keep going, keep going 

verse3- l.a.c.
people telling me to do something that’s a little more hype/ i’m like, naw man, fuck that, it ain’t my type/ i rap about whatever the fuck i want/ and when i’m done people still gonna be like “damn that’s hot”/
not trying to be too braggadocious/ i’m saying my songs are for me to clear my conscience/ and i’m not saying everyone should try and upstage they peers/ but if you do it while being true, you keeping it real/ gonna keep going though some minority said that i’m wack/ but when i talk the majority say they happy i’m back/ i’m gonna spit my rhymes to please myself/ don’t really care if they ain’t the type that normally play on the air/ a friend way back said homie you do you/ so i’m doing me, i’m being free, and that’s the truth/ so if i say that it is, then it fucking is/ no one got the right to tell me that it fucking ain’t/

sample- kanye west
now i can let these dream killers kill my self esteem/ or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dream/last year shopping my demo, i was trying to shine/ every motherfucker told me that i couldn’t rhyme

Keep Going (feat. Mr.Falcon & Slik)

feeling really down on a friday night... reflecting on how my anxiety has been coming up a lot lately... tired of starting projects and never finishing them so i had to see this song through it's finish and i think it came out pretty good for a song that took three hours... dedicated to my family and friends who have ever dealt with mental health issues... a struggle with no cause and at times no resolution...

verse1
don’t you ever think just for a second that you’re worthless/ don’t let nobody take away any of your confidence/ in this life all of us have made mistakes/ it’s a part of life, just like living and just like death/ so while you’re sitting there holding your breath/ trying to make the most out of that cigarette/ don’t forget, there’s a reason for you being on this planet/ don’t stress it if you feel like you ain’t see it yet/ trust me, hey, i’ve been there done that/ i spent my life waiting for someone to text back/ i’ve stayed up all night, feeling sleep deprived/ looking for some meaning in somebody’s eyes/ but i kept on blinking, could not realize/ that something was missing, it was trying to hide/ i was trying too hard to love somebody else/ i forgot that first i needed to love myself/

hook
i need to tell you that it’s not your fault/ you need to know that it’s gonna be okay/
i need to tell you that it’s not your fault/ life will move on, i swear/

verse2
i had a scar above the tattoo on my left arm/ from years ago when i engaged in self harm/ “i burned myself trying to cook” that’s what i told my mom/ i’m not sure why i did it, i’m not sure what was going on/ i’ve always suffered from depression and anxiety/ i’ve spent several years trying to live life normally/ but sometimes the panic sets in/ i start breathing heavy, i’m feeling restless/ i’m hoping that no one will see me or start noticing/ cause they’ll start asking questions and i won’t know how to answer them/ “hey are you okay? what’s happening?”/ “do you need some water? quick call a doctor, he’s hyperventilating!”/ i start to feel like this is my fault/ like i did something real bad and now i’m paying for my flaws/ it makes me appreciate the good things in my life/ cause it’s anyone’s guess when depression strikes/

bridge
sometimes life doesn’t go right/ you have to battle to survive/ there’s always an ending to the night/ hold on a little longer, it’s gonna be alright/

Not Your Fault

this song is about going to work...

verse1- l.a.c.
it’s time to put in work/ though i probably shouldn’t be spitting bars at work/ slaving away, day after day/ sitting my ass at this desk, staring at a screen/ i am controlled by the mouse clicks and the keys/ pulling up email accounts and google sheets/ trying to be productive but i ain’t motivated/ i’ve been taught all my life to be lazy during my summer breaks/ but i’ve gotta get paid, i’m on my bone thugs-n-harmony/ cause i’ve gotta pay rent, or be forced to live out on the streets/ i guess i could move back in with my parents/ but that would make my commute longer than the eiffel tower in paris/ now, that don’t make no sense/ like i’m paying all on credit, that don’t make no cents/ sorry to the bum on the corner, i ain’t got no change/ i’m still stuck in my ways, ya, i’m still the same/ forced to take a lunch and my two 10 minute breaks/ instead i think i’ll take off early and tomorrow i’ll be coming in late/ when i get in my car, i’m calling everyone out/ it’s so frustrating when i’m in a hurry and everyone is going slow/ one day i’m gonna start up my own company/ i’ll be an entrepreneur like steve jobs or andrew carnegie/ i’ll make a gajillion, fa-fillion dollars/ and all my brown people will be there, like the staff at trump towers/ they say immigrants stealing jobs, hell ya i am/ but at least i’m not stealing someone else’s land/ y’all can go and get angry, do as you will/ i ain’t really stealing work, i’m just selling my skills/

hook- l.a.c. & slik
i’m gonna be living in riches like you can’t believe/ not even a recession is gonna depress me/ my wallet gonna be stuffed and begging for mercy/ i’m gonna be making that kanye kind of money/

verse2- slik
i'm gonna be making that ignorant kind of money/ the kind that don’t care about any color except for green/ abe, george, jackson, frank all looking at me/ like you about to spend me on all material things/ and you'll climb and rush for more/ amount to something and more/ and you gotta hit the store/ drink the fountain and more/ never again will i be poor/ it will rain like a horde/ i will buy a mansion, lamb/ some of that and more/ but with more comes less/ a horde becomes a mess/ i imagine taxes through the roof and savings in my mattress/ get out your yardstick, how do you measure success/ do you wrap it around your lips and say i suck cess/ do you bite a chunk of apple and say i success/ saying i got jobs, saying i got checks/ saying i got wage, saying i poke chest out/ saying i got something new/ saying i got next/ but see your eyes got you like annuit coeptis/ your heartless- how could you be rich in your spirit/ what you really be smoking on, weed or cigarettes?/ laced with carcinogens/ you just a cancer like the rest/ you can have whatever kan earning and currency/ just saying some exploit it to kill others/ any other way you put it we all gone die in the end/ so until there’s no more left go on spend spend spend/ my kinda money enables me to stay above/ just above, just enough/ to give a little shove/ to everyone i love, to everyone i hug/ this way i've earned every little pen/ since we were little hogs/ that’s why i write this/ for my future employer, kids/ the only one i'll save for/ the only one i'll slave for/ if i can work a desk job writing something like this/ and be happy with that success/ then ima get them quick dollars and cents/

Kanye Kind Of Money (feat. Slik)

just to make it very clear what my stance is on the 2016 president elect...

intro- l.a.c.
i'm sitting on my couch/ i'm swiping up and down on my fb account/ i'm looking at status updates about this fucking trout- i mean trump/ he's talking all of this shit but i don't think he knows what the fuck he's talking about- jump/

verse 1- l.a.c.
let me tell you about this motherfucker/ i mean this mother lover/ i mean this daughter lover/ he said he'd bang his own daughter if she wasn't his daughter/ i feel so sorry for this guy's mother/ cause, he's one sick demented prick/ who the fuck appointed him to be the president/ fucking hypocrites, trump supporters are ridiculous/ he doesn't know the last fucking thing about running a country/ he doesn't know a goddamn thing about what it is that the people need/ he's talking about tearing down obama's executive orders/ he's on a mission with his goons to come on out and deport us/ there ain't enough bricks in the world that can build a big enough border/ we gon dig underneath the ground and appear on the white house lawn like we some gophers/ you wanna call me violent/ i'll show you the true definition of a bad hombre/ anyway, i'm getting a little carried away/ the country is angry and frustrated and trump paved the way/ islamophobes homophobes and xenophobes at every intersection of my day/ racist right wing radical republicans, agents of tyranny/ little color kids innocent asking mommy about if it's okay to go out and play/ me and my people are agents of resiliency/ we will conquer and prosper- just wait and see/

chorus- slik
i'm about to go in, and i'm about to go all out/ i hear the wind blowing and i feel the drought/ i see the waves splashing from the south/ and now these waves come crashing, out comes the trout/

verse 2- slik
i mean, who wants a trout? who wants a trout, when you can get osalmon bin laden?/ who wants a sprout when you can get ladened with apples/ fruits of our labor, things of our nature, nothing's in our favor/ they cut the tree, and we get stuck with plain paper/ they sign a lease, trade, and we get vetoed legislatures/ it's a trap, and I'm an oregon beaver/ they ain't here to save us, they here to keep enslaving us/ enculturation, the new segregation. acculturation, the new separation/ the same shit, different generation. same precedence, different president/ they cease to exist, they just seize the whole process/ then fall on a new dollar mint coin, ain't no preference/ you can buy the app, supply the whip, adjust for new kicks/ but they viacom, cbs, disney corp, fox news, and now trump tower/ more money more power for him. his enchantment? free enterprise/ but it's really capitalist. we disenfranchised, the 1% owns the rest/ my case rests/

The Trout (feat. Slik)

i'd rather say it through this song/I won't be able to say it at my funeral/i'm not the perfect guy you know at all/just trying to live life and move along

LAC

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