Best Licki Ucroj selections from the early years (2010-2013).

Best of Licki 2010-2013

f0LLy2bYs

Merry Christmas, Myles!

Love, Aunt Lauren & Aunt Jill
Christmas 2021

MYLES - (laughs)

Jodie Comer Saying "Laura Neal" Until it Sounds Like "Lauren Neal"

www.soundcloud.com/getjacked  www.soundcloud.com/jack-mccrack

Licki's verse:

fuck that motherfuckah fucking his mother, Oedipus Rex
call my plot the candy flower shop (it's in your Rolodex)
bouquets of creamy milk chocolate lips: i got that edible sex
i play Princess Lay-her in da movies: Star Wars special effects

i fuck Nasty fuck white girls and haha fux wit Nicki
if ya man suck and flaccid you can try your luck with Licki:
sickly dirty but dayum that A-classy pussy clean
you wanna scissor the inseam? you can crop my pic out the magazine

put bluntly, fuck your constitution and your leaders
it's a free cuntry: where's restitution for poor pussy eaters?
hunting hungrayy, search "NRgAy" on Wikipedia:
the Hello Kitty law passed and i cannot wait to greet her

i fuck the word fuck, two fucks in a row
then i make fucks fuck each other (no homo though)
i fuck errthing EXCEPT YOU. fuck two heteros.
i fucked the ugly ducks grown up: Black Swan Natalie K.O.ed.

cuz two heteros is just (BOO!) hater hoes 
and i used to make toast with a fuse that explodes
when a few status quos get knee-view and then blow
fuck everythin 'cept men who don't listen to "no's"

i peruse waiter bows in event of a row:
tie the noose round your neck when you abuse me for sex
this the wicked bitch of the best

i fuck over villains -- (CONQUEST) -- and you're next

OUTRO: 

once upon a time a mixtape named Kush&SnowDay
was better than all others but received no radio play

part Kush was that arrogant hip hop you blast in your car
whilst wondering who can feel your bass beat
or tell you're blunt riding from afar

Snow spoke of truths only the bravely insane dare speak
reminiscent of homeless self-appointed preachers: 
schizo-frantic but like all flakes, oddly unique

now the Day has been written and all said
and it's time all the little kiddies went to bed
with pictures of crack, jack, and twenty sacks
stacked in their heads

Jack of Co.Z - Fuck Everything (ft. Licki Ucroj & Jack McCrack) [Tony Yayo - Ballin' Instrumental]

Quick & dirty bipolar remix of SOFI TUKKER's "Batshit" by Licki

***i've never made a remix before so i'll have to keep re-editing & re-uploading this as i improve da mix

Batshit (Licki "Bipolar" Remix)

SOFI TUKKER - Batshit (Licki "Bipolar" Remix)

Track number one from "P****/Cat," part 3 of 3 of the forthcoming CARPET MIXTAPES. Recording and mixing by www.soundcloud.com/getjacked

I do not own any of the rights to this Jacked beat and I don't want to.

LYRICS:

he will (not)

Ray Charles to bullshit but i can smell you from here
i hear your stank degrading shit, ringing motherfucking Helen Keller's ears
i was raised by a father who called his wife terms that endear
pussy doesn't get whipped it gets pissed and whips til "Glory" tears appear

so if i'm a bitch and a ho you can try to blow off or throw a bone
"this fuck got owned, Hell bought his ass and rezoned" will be written on your gravestone

he will's no match for she will, not
let's call that free will, fought 
for respect for life that was taught
by a failed murder plot
to shut me up and down, but i rocked on, jot 
words to show the world i'm not wrong
to wanna be the little bitty blonde that broke King Kong
to take my guts, guns, rage, and a gong
(hit it, never quit it) and put 'em in a song 

and go ahead call me a bitch --
and go ahead call me a ho --
but ain't no man better touch a woman:
blow to a head or scratch a fuckin itch when even a 'bitch' says "no"
and go ahead call me a bitch --
and go ahead call me a ho --
just know that this room's only Trojan
is a ho bitch who can kill with clips or kindness; it's your choice though

he will not think i'd look better in make up
shit's made up: no make up bed sex after a fake fuck
brake up 'fore i break up this gait and make you breathe from a trach, suck
from your own cake batter cup and wake up merman: lake slut

he will not stay green when everything's bleeding red: stop
he will not stay clean stabbin hydrocarbon needles, blood clot
he will not stay mean when i finger another cock: Glock
he will know fuckin with me's how you get yourself shot

she will not let animals loose on ladies, sodomy
she will not let fraudulent repenting in for bargain plea
she will not let a technicality beat the District Attorney 
she will not let every unlit street linger hauntingly

he will not tell me to pop, lock, and drop
i will pop a cap in his hard-headed knot and turn myself into a cop
who will lock up the corpse to rot: oops, i forgot!
then drop bail bounty so high not even Weezy got

and go ahead call me a bitch --
and go ahead call me a ho --
but ain't no man better touch a woman:
blow to a head or scratch a fuckin itch when even a 'bitch' says "no"
and go ahead call me a bitch --
and go ahead call me a ho --
just know that this room's only Trojan
is a ho bitch who can kill with clips or kindness; it's your choice though

swearin in as public defender with a very public agenda 
wound lick shit the only way to publicly mend her
any gentler image of me won't render, nothing tender
about a rocked bitch on stage with a mic and a Fender:
spittin in the face of a sex offender

pair sex rhymes with sex crimes
to find a way to make it fine when nothing is fine
my voice will keep the time, and if it must it'll stay unkind
to remind that this is not for you; it is mine

(your love
should never be offered to the mouth of a
stranger
only to those
who have the valor and daring
to cut off pieces of their soul with a knife
then weave them into a blanket
to protect you)

He Will (Not) [Drake & Lil' Wayne "She Will" Instrumental]

" A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L"

sociopathy... who, me?
read that in a fake news brief?
beauty got beasts and likes to sleep
personalities off duty

i prefer home absolutely
like Kansas girls in rubies
read Rumi and the moods cease
i am my own best groupie

i'm unruly and i'm choosy
choosing not to loot your cooties
boozin, loose, uncouthly bitches
are likely to get roofied
dislike fruits or movies?
well i just might make your tooth bleed
'cuz i'm goofy, i BIN LOONEY
but i already caught me a cutie (my wife)

A.I.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
i could RSVP; 'stead i'll lay low
A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
most my favorites wear it like a halo 

the macabre and my spirits: kindred
if i'm Brown, you're a Princeton
your cuntry grammar couldn't meet my grandma
(though i did convince her to get on Pinterest...)

could hop the pond to Westminster
be Meghan Markle's sister!
my follower counts hemorrhage
(i'ma) stay stateside as a spinster

i'm a twister in the midst of
a transition to the kitchen
i'm no christian but i pray to God
when i ever been stuck at La Quinta
conserve stamina, sheath cameras
can the internet gon' and evict y'all?
your news ain't fit to print, nah
i skip ALL the stories on your Insta
 
A.I.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
i could RSVP; 'stead i'll lay low
A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
most my favorites wear it like a halo

ain't gettin' outta this chair
nah
ain't gon' straighten my hair
pshaw
can't believe i'm not there
HA!

ain't gettin' outta this chair
no
ain't gon' straighten my hair
fro
ain't gon' meet chu there
ho
life after love ain't real cuz Cher say
so

ain't gettin' outta this chair
nah
ain't tryna be no player
ball
got fourteen pieces of flair
that's all
where my 40 acres? i’m da mayor
says my mom


A.I.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
i could RSVP; 'stead i'll lay low
A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L?
most my favorites wear it like a halo

ain't i social?
antisocial?
ain't i social?
antisocial?
ain't i social?
antisocial?

folly to be wise

A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L. (prod. IGNANT)

"jillay jillay" (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!)

white lady
might lay me
right crazy
nights daily

my baby
she wavy
pie tasty
s'like gravy

why hate me
you shady
i'm crazy for
(my) prize matey

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

she get off work i serve up a dish
da #1 bitch my bitch i'm rich
you cain't call her a bitch so shit
quit or get bitch slapped quick by da missus

never miss 
on a mission
fix to lick her in the kitchen
make her sing a song and
she sounds like she's singin
i scratch every itch
and her stevie nicks fix
ding ding!
like a bell through the night she ringin'

"but will you ever win?"
wait a min; whatchu mean?
in the ring wit a ring and a 10?
already winning!

she the match to my gas
the master to my class

the Casper to my black
the password to my stash

the pastor to my mass
the Aspirin to my whiplash

used to wish that
someone'd kiss back
love would slip past

broke a pact
with Sylvia Plath
now my head in jillay's oven
for an easy bake snack

white lady
might lay me
right crazy
nights daily

my baby
she wavy
pie tasty
s'like gravy

why hate me
you shady
i'm crazy for
(my) prize matey

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bed like a Vera Wang duvet

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her like i'm betting red in Atlantic City

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her like i'm fretting jazz: minor/major sevenths!

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

she a cat in the dark; i'm darkness
wear dat pussy round my neck like a harness
i'm O'Malley; she Duchess incarnate
we left coast livin like Central Park West

market to
market cuz i ain't no Marxist
get yo' own queen cuz
i do not share regardless
i bark less and bite with
a sharpness my conquest
i tear you apart yes
till you're just a carcass
oh dearly departed
hey it's just catharsis
dis natural blonde
lights my fire like arson

i married the best
ohhh... i married yo' ex?
boo hoo you stank rank and frankly i'm fresh

i treasure her chest
the heart 'neath the breasts
it beats like i'll beat any peepers i catch

right left right left 
here's the queen of the forest
lioness born on the fourteenth of august

white lady
might lay me
right crazy
nights daily

my baby
she wavy
pie tasty
s'like gravy

why hate me
you shady
i'm crazy for
(my) prize matey

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bed like a Vera Wang duvet

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her like i'm betting red in Atlantic City

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her like i'm fretting jazz: minor/major sevenths!

jillay jillay jillay jillay
spread her on my bread like PB & jelly

jillay jillay

jillay jillay (prod. IGNANT)

"caterpillin"

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when you home chillin like a villain
we call that ish 'caterpillin'
sittin in yo room
ain't no social butterfly: you ain't gotta bloom

wrapped up in a blanky;
comfy, not sweaty or stanky;
ain't out catchin cold,
so you won't need no hanky!
ain't even gotta prep or groom
'cuz you caterpillin in your own cocoon

sometimes we go out 'cuz we wanna get that high
but i don't smoke, need a whack-tastic guy, nor wanna be the victim of a drive by
don't toke? yeah i said it, you hadn't read it wrong
rather sit up alone -- not stoned -- and dragon slay egos with another song
plus y'alll i'm broke and it take work to roll blunts
operative word is roll: off your tongue, verbs make you run have to get off your bum

never spend more than a day on a vid (song, lyrics, track)
just practice for my future as a raze-r film actress
so believe me you i prefer to flow, show off, and let it go
fact is my mouth stacked: my words ain't your soft mattress
take your hot flashes, heart fractures and get out
words matter i mean meanest leanest truth don't p-p-p-pout

when you home chillin like a villain
we call that ish 'caterpillin'
sittin in yo room
ain't no social butterfly: you ain't gotta bloom

my dad want me to retire but i gettin higher (gotta blow dry her hair out?
pretend i ain't black to get on TV?! even just to get on top of Weezy?!)
ok Pops i'll do you a favor: won't curse (much) on this slow jam
oh youse a rasta mon?
let me take it a little faster then
at least the rap part, y'all know i ain't movin from this hospital ward
i have plenty of maxi pads thank God 'cuz i maxed me credit cards

mind's sexin your city, feet sprintin titanic blocks
through white chalk outlines just in time 'cuz i still look pretty
enough to climb back inside your box and rocks it rough
lookin u down so u can feel me up; what's in that bra? hope it's a D cup
Nicki Minaj wolf eats 'lil red capes --
i'm huntin, machete belly: i let grandma escape

Drake say "i'ma do me" -- that fake ish, see: i'ma woo me
take me out for steak when lil girls break my heart
apart in pieces so i'm peacin
Usain Bolt ready set: stop standin on my shoulders!
finished 'fore you start save time for real love when i'm older

(hit me when i come baby)

ha. ha. ha.

dis Licki, i'm a bad bra bitch with sticky fingers and always
lingerie-clad
won't see me: i'm caterpillin in utero (room womb)
ain't tryin to linger; still the best you never had

heart race million beats a minute maid
but caterpillin like a step from sun to shade
this (pain} ain't all in-vein

BPM still up cuz i'm always in love
not burning all the cals but who you? shallow Hal?
beats at one twenty like my weight but like bait i'm just
sittin villain waitin for someone killin enough to date

when you home chillin like a villain
we call that ish 'caterpillin'
sittin in yo room
ain't no social butterfly: you ain't gotta bloom

caterpillin

Stream

"sunset+bronson"

produced, recorded, mixed, & performed by Licki
featuring Paige Kay Nelson

"giant me: eight feet three
minding what matters
hope what matters minds me
walking the boulevard  
of shattered dreams
before i splatter on the pavement
and all that's shattered is me

(let’s take) a late night walk 
to a dark bus stop
on the sunset block 
i'm prey

subject to stalk
while distress is fraught
it's confession o'clock
i'm praying

compressed and caught
undressed in shock
"arrest him officers!"
i'm rage

suppress the thought
that death could’ve come
let it fester, press it taut
i'm pain
 
savor the sound 
of safe and sound
of city blocks walked topped
in a single bound
he stalks me 'round
"bitch get outta that gown"
and picks a plot on the ground 
to get down

chalk marks the spot 
the birth of punk rock
where some punk rocked me
sunk into the mosh
a sidewalk grave
where i buried my brave
proud posture laid 
in a concrete plot

studios sound away
balk at my frown say
"actors oughta smile babe.
and don’t be late”
i mock their front gates 
where one fifteen pounds
got knocked down and raped

light up the racists
kill all the rapists
the safest places aren't always home
silence erases
rage that can change this
all we really know is where we don't belong

"thank you for your service!"
a veteran victim
fighting my war in earnest but
keep forgetting my mission... 

October
radio plays "born this way"
would you say 
a man should've been sober? 
(no way!)

ain’t no other other way
baby i was born as prey 
baby i was born as prey

fourth year passes
court re-collapses
every good habit
i’d saved 

i pay taxes
get cross-examined ghastly
acquaint with Abraxas
i’d changed

despair i mask it
put myself lastly
right to happiness
i’d waived 

where can wrath live 
but a casket
who is the master 
to my slave

hunters will always win
til lions have historians
i’m not afraid of darkness
'long as i can keep this pen

light up the racists
kill all the rapists
the safest places aren't always home
silence erases
rage that can change this
all we really know is where we don't belong

i was different before
the war
i was different before
the destroyer
i was different before
the difference
i was different before
this admission"

ADMISSION

sunset+bronson (featuring Paige Kay Nelson)

Written by www.soundcloud.com/lickiucroj (and T.S. Eliot) featuring http://soundcloud.com/arnoldmaurmusic
Mixing and additional instrumental composition by www.soundcloud.com/getjacked


"how to do thangz with wordz"
from P****/Cat (part 3/3 of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes)

lyrics:

there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how

"Lauren, get up" why? i'm a homewrecking slut
"Lauren, stand: fight!" but for what? right?
fight to lie awake naked, drenched in self-hate 
lightning hot date with Lonely? every alienating night!

Licki? just an invention: her words my mafia henchmen
reprimanded in class: detention! cuz i'm not paying attention:
still writing that verse. my curse, i should mention,
is i can't let go of bullshit, brand it: anal retention.
my memories worst come to mind first and will last
till i'm immersed in that hearse and buried in a trench, then
electric pain will still surge with little to no apprehension
this rap shit? a suggestion: quit it. intervention. 

a post-trauma self-attack: never been to Iraq
still each day i battle the bottle begging me to come back
"maybe with a perfect body you'd want me
else i make it to shot twenty three so you won't haunt me"
waking up so groggy (ha ha) it's funny that i'm wobbly
when asked if i'm depressed intolerably the answer's always "probably"
how do i admit all of it? fact: that i'm an alcoholic
that i can't have "fun" or whatever the hell the rest of you call it

you're appalled? shit. well let's all nitpick
the girl without a lick of wick
at the end of the fire she lit
can't bend what's already writ
only spits truth in a fit, but honest vomit
doesn't make it any less sick

there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how
there are many things that i would like to say: they're true
but i don't know how
i don't know how

Licki defined in the dictionary as a simple misfit tearing
through a toxic mixture daring me to drink it, caring
for the scared like a missionary cuz for Lauren addiction rarely
lets her brain make deep inquiries so Licki is the witness blaring
sickness from circle prayers: sing to exorcise all fiction, bearing
gifts cuz this shit quits barely. half of me is heartbreak wearing [<-LAUREN],
other berates the bitches staring [<-LICKI] (she knows this is perfect pairing)
self-love's "What To Do When You're Not the Kind of Girl Ma Approves to Marry"

so go on you do you, cuz i'd do me too
so much i broke bone and split my own head in two
i Licked brain where there was pain and lipped a simple truth
left linked proof; check my ink, yeah that shit is tattooed:

you spit truth, i will respect you
you dare touch her, i'll arrest you
you try to fuck her, i will wreck you    
you in the gutter, i'll protect you
wake amiss, i'll leaven rescue
make a wish and heaven bless you
dis Licki bitch: the only fucking ship who's never left you

there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how
there are many things that i would like to say (they're true)
but i don't know how
i don't know how
there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how

"Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: 'I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all'"

there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how
i don't know how
there are many things that i would like to say: they're true
but i don't know how

how to do thangz with wordz (featuring Arnold Maur) [Lupe Fiasco "Words I Never Said" Instrumental]

Part One of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes 
presented by www.soundcloud.com/companyz & mixed by www.soundcloud.com/getjacked 
additional vocals and melodic composition by http://soundcloud.com/havilandstillwell

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this is for everyone with too many words and no one to give them to
so they keep you up at night
and if you're like me and you can't sing i give you permission
to sling words, hurl bells (ring!), wake 'em up
sting 'em til they give a fuck about you
impossible's never true
fling your poetry 'til your face is blue
this song
is still about you


when you try your best but you don't succeed
i'm just waiting to get better
when you get what you want but not what you need
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 
when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
i'm just waiting to get better
stuck in reverse
and the tears come streaming down your face
i'm just waiting to get better
when you lose something you can't replace
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 
when you love someone but it goes to waste
i'm just waiting to get better
could it be worse?

in one night, jaded: standin upright
to hastily wasted
in this space waitin Patient for the sight
of trauma satiated
"see me! abate this! " i prayed it. and had faith. shit.
your absence is abrasive
mouth still spittin out this taste in it 
white walls stained with my perpetual plight
and i hate it
you're evasive. i'm incubated. frightened
with breath bated
visitation rights are only for the wife
and we never dated
still
woulda been more than nice 
if you'd have made it

and i will try
i'm just waitin to get better
to fix you

in and out of class, years passed
i didn't notice
i asked, "you love me?" exasped
you said, "focus."
there's nothin i won't miss.
each new love's a cold kiss, 
bad blood, bad breath, halitosis.
an excuse to relapse feelin hopeless,
rhyming crass and too fast: roadrunning's
how i blast the urge to stay broken.
aghast, i purge. Hell, i already wrote this.
it's no miracle remedy, no hocus pocus
i'll have to ask myself just... who's the hostess
of this calamity and why can't we co-exist?
you're the doctor, you tell me. i paid my fee.
diagnosis this.
cuz

i'm just waiting to get better
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 

in Spanish "take care" is "cuidate" bitch.
mind panicked i ravage cabinets
in aftermath damage, liquor wreaking havoc
on quilted fabric of past not built to last:
drastically disastrous. 
heart bypassed, sickness moves south: gastric
the moment's past, trick.
i asked, pick me pick me pick me.
thank god you didn't so i could write this lick, see
it's just the art that keeps my skin thick, believe
even with my heart on it there's tricks up this sleeve
i'm not like the movies
at the end of this fantasy
kitty cat's no pussy
my beauty turns beast

when you try your best but you don't succeed
i'm just waiting to get better
when you get what you want but not what you need
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 
when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
i'm just waiting to get better
stuck in reverse
and the tears come streaming down your face
i'm just waiting to get better
when you lose something you can't replace
tell me: should i be afraid of me? 
when you love someone but it goes to waste
i'm just waiting to get better
could it be worse?


lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
lights will guide you home
and i will try
i will try
to fix you

i will try
to fix you
to fix you

you said, "there are things you are afraid of, most of them won't happen,"
true cuz were you wrappin me in love i wouldn't be rappin
i'm afraid of my pillow, i'm afraid of sleep
the day heals but you're there to break my heart in a dream
i'm afraid of future, i'm afraid of dad's disease
i'm afraid i'll get everything i want and nothin i need
i'm afraid to recuperate halfway, with no feeling
not afraid to die but can't live forever unhappily
"some of them might happen, you will probably cry if they do"
sometimes people die, it's stupid but why i say "i love you"
"and then i'll tell you what happens, you cry a whole lot" i do!
i did! bought Kleenex stock to mop the snot
"and the next thing is you get up" 
no matter how rough
"and start over"

lights will guide you home

(there are things you are afraid of. most of them wont happen. some of them might happen. you will probably cry if they do. this is what has happened to me a bunch of times. then ill tell you what happens. you cry a lot and then the next thing is you get up and start over.)

Free download

Waiting Room (featuring Haviland Stillwell) [Drake "Marvin's Room" Instrumental]

Part One of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes 
presented by CompanyZ & mastered by Jack of Co.Z

written, recorded, & mixed by Licki Ucroj

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now i lay me down to sleep
the Lord i pray my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake
i pray the Lord my soul to take

in your bed i'm sick
of my head i'm sick
not dead yet, stupid, just licked
Lauren's term might end
exterminate her
little friend
take the fumigator
and then
tonight's for 
wine and dine and dyin
rhymes designed to pine for 
the stars to align 
i never sleep tight
put up with all but can't put up a fight
the bugs the drugs the love 
they all bite

i'ma shake you off though
get up on that horse
ride into the sunset
look back with no remorse
there's no point to sleeping
bed bugs drug horizontal
mistook sex and blood for love
the Lord would never take this soul

my glass fillin cost my vision
at the altar of frothy religion
hittin Casper ceilings
causes frost-driven, frozen meaning 
jaws believin
they can unpause the thaw
and heal me
cursed so i'm the rawest livin
verses the rawest written
lips pursed, they lost all feelin
but swore first not to give in
reverse what God's willing
disperse the shots at women
devices lost to botched decisions
posh vices? i flock to 'em

self-made villain
cold-blooded ego killin 
bone chillin
mind's laws keep me imprisoned
in prison
lions tigers bearing kittens
all sick, shit. i've been bitten
licking wounded mittens
all my wires crossed within and 
spit's unholy water washin children tossed
a million from milk carton coalition
am i forgiven? for goin missin?
been sloshed from the beginning

i'ma shake you off though
get up on that horse
ride into the sunset
look back with no remorse
there's no point to sleeping
bed bugs drug horizontal
mistook sex and blood for love
the Lord would never take this hole

how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume to end?
how should i begin again?
how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume to end?
how should i begin again?

i'ma shake you off though
get up on that horse
ride into the sunset
look back with no remorse
there's no point to sleeping
bed bugs drug horizontal
mistook sex and blood for love
the Lord would never take this whole

broken sundown fatherless showdown
gun hip swollen lip bottle sip yeah i suck dick
lose grip on gravity falls sky blinding crumbling walls
river sweep away my memories of
children’s things a young mother’s love
before the yearning song of flesh on flesh
young hearts burst open wounds bleed fresh
a young brother skinny and tall my older walks
oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping
flowers in the water,
but i’m just his daughter
walking down an icy grave
leading to my schizophrenic father
weeping willow won’t you wallow louder
searching for my father’s power


Siren Song [Uncle Murda "The Warning" Instrumental]

Part One of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes 
presented by www.soundcloud.com/companyz & mixed by www.soundcloud.com/getjacked 
CocoRose "Smokey Taboo" remix instrumental by http://soundcloud.com/taylor-norton

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ain't a single white female rapping like this
spitting back the poison of an attacker's kiss
my thesis a call to hold myself up by my own wrists
prematurely miss the one man who always held me in his
still break my neck trying but i just can't die
actions speak louder but i'm paralyzed
bone tired, sun comes and stunned, i can't rise
tongue tingling, not fun: these life-long lungs on fire

they call me smokey taboo
i got your name tattooed
high like a helium balloon
midnight to noon
i'm a desert child
and mountains make me nauseous

still posturing fetal, baby, i'm crying "world"
no frills. life is fostering Daddy's girl
Will's bothering: "Baby, try to unfurl!"
what's real's if Daddy's dying then i'm a dying girl

this song's all self-medicating the wrongs
i'm Righting then dedicating long
to my father to levitate him. Mom
alone? The thought's devastating. GONE. 
life's work just relegated from calm
to pawn. (k)nights? race to evade them.
and we're too proud to ever debate it.
so i rap gifts just so i could say this:
repeat fond words until i can take it
no wand's magic can keep me breaking
dawn on days i regret my waking. yawn,
and smile. the feat is faking. 
oh, little Lawn
that's my name and
he's my core and he is shaken. 
that's the lesson-making:
do everything right. and. Life will quake it.

i like to look up wild at an infinite sky
twinkling with diamonds
it's true i get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness
thinking of the night song of your hair
premature as evening falls it calls to me
interrupted by the sirens in the street

this song's all self-medicating the wrongs
i'm Righting then dedicating long
to my father to levitate him. Mom
alone? The thought's devastating. GONE. 
life's work just relegated from calm
to pawn. (k)nights? race to evade them.
and we're too proud to ever debate it.
so i rap gifts just so i could say this:
REPEAT FOND WORDS UNTIL I CAN TAKE IT
no wand's magic can keep me breaking
dawn on days i regret my waking. yawn,
and smile. the feat is faking. 
oh, little Lawn
that's my name and
he's my core and he is shaken. 
that's the lesson-making:
do everything right. and. Life will quake it.

somedays you're like an anchor on my heart
they say that stolen water tastes sweet
more like rotten milk and rancid meat to me
i prefers when it is free
like looking at the stars
don't need no fancy cars
when we first
our kisses sparked
yeah i'm afraid of sharks
but not the dark

you did the music thing
and i would never sing
wanted to be good enough not to be embarrassing
i hit the lottery
knowing that you're proud of me
this is me on ground, not floundering
the sound of things not going how we wanted them
is paper thin
in my mind it was a win
and you?
i am you.

5. 8. 11. 22. 27. 32.

Tomb…or, Raiders of the Lost Heart [CocoRosie "Smokey Taboo" (N. Lights Remix by Taylor Norton)]

written, produced, & performed by Licki

blood breast brain bone
should rest but pain takes hold

colon tongue skin lung
hard pressed but ever young

they tell you it's impossible
or that it's gonna cost you more
so you back up in the hospital
licking popsicles
cuz you lost control
of your muscles in this struggle
but you mine out the rubble
and we're trying to discover
"why?" on the double
bubble bubble
toil and trouble
we believe in magic
cuz you sho ain't a Muggle

i am no sycophant
i am no sickness lance
i've got three wishes, friend:
(1) stop, (2) listen in, and (3) dance

follow the pathogens 
to the lab and then
douse what mighta been
watch us laugh again

let's attack this shit
till we fracture it
till its power's stripped
till the graft is set
till the master pet
till the rapture's met  
till the cactus wet

will you ride tonight? (yeah)
are you living right? (that's rare)
are you ready to fight? (prepare)
wherever you're going, i'll meet you there

will you ride tonight? (dare) 
are you living right? (scared?)
are you ready to fight? (it's not fair)
wherever you're going, i'll meet you there

blood breast brain bone
let me impress: you are not alone

colon tongue skin lung
it's no test; you've already won

i'm daring to discuss
what no one will discuss 
i'm discussing what's disgusting
disgusting discussion is dangerous
what's dangerous erupts
and what's dangerous is us
what's dangerous is burning alive with love
and i am flaring up

will you ride tonight? (yeah)
are you living right? (that's rare)
are you ready to fight? (prepare)
wherever you're going, i'll meet you there

will you ride tonight? (dare) 
are you living right? (scared?)
are you ready to fight? (it's not fair)
wherever you're going, i'll meet you there

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Cancer F.U. (for Keisha)

Lauren Neal -- Rap V.O. Demo

released 06 January 2013 

Instrumental production by Ignant Music (www.soundcloud.com/ignantmusic) 
Additional production & mixing by Jack of CompanyZ (www.soundcloud.com/companyz) 
Lyrics & recording by Jack of Co.Z & Licki Ucroj (www.soundcloud.com/lickiucroj) 

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I ain't never told no lie, oh wait, that's one

These rappers aint real, they're lights cameras and action
These fake rappers say words, sprayin em like a full clip
Talkin that cow patty talk, hanh? Bullshit

Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit

That rapper got a lot of money, but he'll be in debt soon
They rented that shit for the video shoot: the coupe, and the chick next to him
This rapper said he'd shoot me, bitch I just might test you
Run up on me with ya boy, followed by the media and the press too

Paparrazi take shots, while he's doing em at the bar
That fat rapper sells drugs, he's a criminal at large
But it's all a mirage, they took the truth and blew it up
They tell em what the label says to tell em, that's true enough...bullshit

I ain't never told no lie, oh wait, that's one

These rappers aint real, they're lights cameras and action
These fake rappers say words, sprayin em like a full clip
Talkin that cow patty talk, hanh? Bullshit

Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit

i eat beats on beats on beats, wit a side of industry beef
that #1 rapper's green ain't prime meat; sheeyit, not an ounce of protein
press release say you milkin mansions: why it look like cottage cheese?
i swallow warm fat raps, spit that shit back iced cream

when i said "tweet me" and indiscreetly, did i not ask sweetly?

put briefly, Vnasty's White Girl Mob is beneath me
Kilo, Banks, and Kitty: Tumblr teens just dreamin
former queen Nicki? seems she's nothin left to teach me
i'm rap's savior calling bluff: Jesus, please receive me 

I ain't never told no lie, oh wait, that's one

These rappers aint real, they're lights cameras and action
These fake rappers say words, sprayin em like a full clip
Talkin that cow patty talk, hanh? Bullshit

Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit
Talkin that cow patty talk, huh? Bullshit

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Jack of Co.Z. - Cow Patty Talk (featuring Licki Ucroj) [prod. Ignant]

produced by Licki
featuring Ill Chill & Ashkon

Every night before bed for a year I watched military history documentaries to fall asleep. Episode 3 of Oliver Stone's "The Untold History of the United States" focuses on WWII terror bombing and the dropping of the atom bomb on Japan. I could not shake the language and the images from my mind... This song started with the sound of a taiko drum -- a resounding representation of our military industrial complex. "Demon LeMay" was born of my obsession with our society's obsession with destruction.


Licki's verse:

"i go i grow i suppose in the throes of explosions
i'm owing all woes to this dose of propulsion 
rocked asleep by rockets we mosh in seas of toxins
the Emperor's got no clothes but tell me: WHO WILL STOP HIM?

if you are God's soldier 
then your God is a stranger
that village you burning
He already pillaged and raped her

Mother Nature meets her maker
and then I share her fate, sirs:
a woman torn apart by men
and trying not to hate them

build a wall? that's rich. let's all admit
we didn't hit or throw a fit now shit
we're all complicit in it
drop bombs (when cost permits)
a race of frauds and hypocrites
we covet calm but it's a myth
long as napalm exists

claim the others are lepers
i'll tell you who's infected

vow the Lord is your shepherd
but i know about misdirection

release your voting record (and)
it's clear who made this wreckage

swear it's all to get to heaven
but i know... you'll regret it"

Demon LeMay

Demon LeMay (featuring Ill Chill & Ashkon)

lickiucroj@gmail.com

Often ratchet, sometimes rapturous, always raw: Licki (FKA Licki Ucroj) juxtaposes the swagger and wit of contemporary rap with riveting, chaotic, and wholly unexpected production elements to cultivate a sound best described as "gift rap." Think Nicki Minaj's lyricism + Lizzo's performative prowess, raised to the power of an early-aughts indie rock band.

Licki

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