Live recording byKasper @ home studio in temecula,ca

lyrics:
lyin in my makeshift bed, remeberin things that were so beautiful to me. now see that im changing.
life was so simple then, no worries of war or peace just eat ur peas.just chasin dreams
n hope it seems to fill up my head with...

silly notions of travelin the world by the ocean. silly notions of dragons witches n potions.
you must grow up or ur life will pass u by. but once ur up ur feelin down
what happened to my silly notions?

todays the day that decides my fate, come on brain why wont you concentrate?
im sorry i cant, i slept too late, and stayed up too late tryin to find my soul mate.
but she was just a...

silly notion that wasnt was it seemed to be, a silly notion of someone to love that loves me.
you must grow up or ur life will pass u by. but once ur up ur feelin down
what happened to my silly notions?

im just a man. whos tryin to change the rhythm of his step and his tune,
so please dont wait for me my loves i wont be back no not very soon.
cuz sometime people they have to die, to reap the benefits of this crazy crazy life.
o wut happened to...o wut happened to...my silly notions...

Just a Man

lyrics: 
you know i, love the way she be lookin at me, but i know that she dont give away her lovin for free.
i gotta spend my time n spit my game through verse, i know u gotta man but bein friends never hurts
just,

take my hand, honeygirl! soon we'll be in hawaiian sand,
drinkin sex on the beach, thinkin up dirty dirty things.
lovin u all the time but never the same, got my head spinnin like a hurricane.

lovins all i got n all u'll get from me, its free. soon ill be on mtv, you'll see
and then u can have anything you could dream but til then, lovins all i get n wut u'll get from me
so just,

take my hand honeygirl! soon we'll be in hawaiian sand.
drinkin sex on the beach, thinkin up dirty, dirty things.
lovin u all the time but never the same, got my head spinnin like a hurricane.

it took so long for u and me to happen, its like a love story that i should be dub rappin
i want to  keep u around for a while, even when i can be such a child,
please stay around for a while even when i can be such a child...


Hurricane(Sex on the Beach)

song ft. Suga Shane West
lyrics;
freedoms in the air smell the reefer, under machines that got arms to reach ya,
my whole click hot in the head fevers, so sick we'll disease ya just look at our features.
and yea it feels good to realize ya livin, the paradise life nice night like sippin
n i could be a cork, or a forty cap twist, cuz like everyone else i cant afford me shit.
so pop deez gets the party poppin, n i'll get ur body rockin, bacardi brought in
damn i love bein suga shane fuck y'all, i make it bump til the last fuckin cup call
i like to smoke n watch fast cars make cash our like rap stars livin outta glass jars
n yea class hard but its higher learnin, riders earnin like nascar tires turnin

aint nothin but a good good day, the kinda that seems to erase all ur troubles
bring a smile to ur face

its just one a those days that u wake up to the sun to watch this kingdom come undone
watch the fire fall on babylon
ur bodies like a conduit, tells the world ur life n soul come on let us respond to it
i know the music do somethin to u come honeygirl, jam by me i'll jam wit u
now u and me become i like hip hop joinin with rastafari
now mother mary jane take us away, mother mary jane come n take us away

aint nothin but a good good day, the kinda that seems to erase all ur troubles
bring a smile to ur face

and damn its a good day, its goin sugs way, so how u feelin deez?
ha how i should be...n wut we got?
lots of beer more weed, lotta women n the jams on me
girl put em up if aint hands on me, they say i do my thing so handsomely
i ask how they day go n they answer me, its a good good day, all hands up please.

aint nothin but a good good day, the kinda that seems to erase all ur troubles
bring a smile to ur face

Good Day

Mixtape track recorded at BigPapa Studios in La Habra ca.
instrumental "this plane" originally performed by wiz khalifa
Also check out:
www.soundcloud.com/soulpapa
www.soundcloud.com/beng803
www.soulpapamusic.com

chorus: r u down, down down, for me n everything yea
r u down, down for me, n all of the weed yea

verse: its pop deez need a girl thats down for the team/ down to sharee my nightmares n down for the dreaam/down wit the long hair and owit the scene/ down wit the tats, bad back, n all of the lean/ down wit them pills, them cheap thrills, n all of the weed, all the weed/ basically i need a girl thats down for me and everything that gets left unseen/ im unchanging/like a lion there is no taming/ no poker gaming/ play the cards all on the table/ the ace of hearts is in the stable/now r u willin n able to stick by my side/while im ridin this last wave through the high tide/ yea u stayin dry/ got my back/ roll it up so we can get our minds right/ green to black babygirl light it up n get live

verse:now 4am will never stay/ no matter how hard u try/ sein reality collide/ wit the orange colored sky yea, the orange colored sky/ blindsidin the horizon wit a cloud of smoke/ thats ridin wit the risin/ i take a toke/ n let it soak in for a moment/ its closin time so save ya change/ cuz talk is cheap/ n all my lovin is for free/ so come wit me/ n rise above everything/ wit the irie love yea, the irie love/ imma be wakin ya up/ just to put ya to sleep/ i make ya toes curl up n ur muscles seize/ like n epileptic spectacle then vegetable/ babygirl if u down its inevitable/ wut u think?


Down for me

Track ft. Jeff Sharpe, Andy Grether, Jonny Beat

verse:rollin on the east side in the summer sunshine, 
so sublime killin time while the weather is fine
west coast take a toke, money go up in smoke
watchthe hoes drop it low low low....
chorus: its just them pimp summer nights, 
where the boys are all in line, and the beer it flows like wine
its just them pimp summer nights, when the boys are all in line, n the women r so fine
verse: u gotta grab life n shake it up right w/ the SoulPapa style so tight uh
lets party tonight with the snowy white powder,
 its that boogie-woogie-booga-suga up all night
fuck me right girl, fuck me right girl... my head is covered in them pimp curls,
doin it right til the evenin turns to light
chorus:
verse:im hittin uptown when the sun goes down aint no 5-0 around
all the girlies get to bangin when they hear that sound so get down
everybody groove, just move ur feet
so look around the gangs renowned they wound so tight they tryna fight
grabbin girlies asses, oh, makin a million passes
spit the game that i dont got, just come with me n u will see the way to paradise...

Pimp Summer Nights

need 2 twin queens for this california king 
aint a dream, its a scene outta  hustla magazine
feeling like my pencils full of lead, #2, she a lil bored, got some bed head then fled
n now im ridin solo, smokin doja, dont know which way to go
drivin down beach blvd. n drivin super slow
got me chokin, smoke blowin out the window
my homies got my back, 40's chillin in the console
n i hate tryna talk like im a boss because im livin modestly
just slang enough of all of this so i can do my shit for free
am i imagining the change in the color scheme?
or is the limelight really turnin to a blue dream...

underneath the starless sky where u can find me
street lights be guidin my path, drama behind me 
feelin free from all the devils dressed as 5-0
burnin up the herbal remedies cuz im a pyro.
a pirate washin up onto the sand, my eyes split like a chinaman
too faded to try n stand, found my spirit at the bottom of a bottle
swrvin full throttle, tryna see hugh hefner crashed my ride into the grotto
askin all the models if they wanna take a ride down the 55
to where the newport rats reside.
or maybe fly down pacific coast highway, im way high, boltin to san diego
pebble beach party im on my level dreamin of cali...

Cali dreamin

originally by beastie boys
ft jon from 200west

yo they call me jon dizzy im from rancho city
meditate it up until the time i get busy
n when i get busy, im always on the mic.
makin hunnies dream of me all through they night 
1 for the money and 2 for the clubs, 3 for the weed , everybody wuts up?
i walk up in the buildin feelin like i need a buzz
bounce to the beach feelin higher than above 
up on the freeway rollin doobies while i drive, 
hopin that the coppers never catch me alive,
im on a mission only fishin for the music inside
n if they hand me a mic imma rip it all night

guada-La Habra where i grew up, kicked down the 909, now im holdin the 562 up
tryna describe the type of high that i cop from the spot light, 
kinda like runnin a stop light...never know if u gonna rock right,
or if u gonna crash n burn w/ the jack knife.
the audience is kinda like ur guardian angel in this scenario
the angle changes dependin on where u go.
and im broke as a joke but this shit aint funny.
starin at the clouds, sittin, wishin it was sunny,
aint even worth workin 9-5, literally searchin for my pulse just to know im alive
so i unleash my vibes through music n rhymes 
in the forms of rock pop dub club reggae n hiphop
and uh, this aint a cheers episode, just anotha show, anotha name nobody knows

u cant deny it or even try to fight it,
 love it or leave it u know im bouta breathe the fire
up on the mic til the midnight minute, 
when the moon is makin music yo i gotta be up in it
uh like a sex scene, im a fiend for the nicotine, roll a blunt with some lean
i hop out my car higher than the stars, 
lookin at some booty as i skate to the bar
once i hit the bar i get a drink just to chill.
hear a  guy rappin bout No Big Deal,
so im retired i get a bit inspired
thinkin that this dude is a mhfuckin choir...

handlin anotha jam in a smoked out room,  w/the man screamin, 
"dance monkey dance!"
jukin tunes out the speaker box from nothin w/ my hands
hopin im dope enough to throw some change in my empty can
suddenly the door swings wide open, the heavy scent of kush got me chokin...
who do i see? but a homie leaned out w/ his eyes low just like me!

yo, the musics movin my feet closer to the stage
feelin like im bein fuckin raped by the bass,
open my eyes yo n wut do i see? its homie pop-deez n hes higher than me

next thing i knew the dude flew up on stage
said i can spit too lemme free a lil page
lemme introduce a bad mc, my boy jon d, and he got somethin to say

"yo everybody get the fuck down right now,
stop the fuckin music its about to go down."'
from my sock, toss my glock, to the big homie pop.
he said somethin like, "homie dont get shot!"
u heard wut he said everbody on ur knees,
we need ur cash, weed, and ur cell phones please...
n like that we was quick and out the door,
screamin,"heyo hope y'all enjoyed the show!"

 

Enjoy the Show

instrumental by grammatik

u got me all wrong cody! it was big ed! he told me to do it...you wouldnt kill me in cold blood would ya? 
nahh i'll let u warm up a little...

do i catch a nice to five, collect retirement? 
laid up in bed dependin on my check from the feds?
nah, i want my legacy to be legendary
passed on through words, a mythical journey like hercules
not quite a man no not yet a god, where do i stand? o where do i belong?
see the promised land fuck the fame its bout the thought
tryna make my way through someone elses game
and im so fuckin lost.
all these serpants urgin me left or right,
i gotta stay steady ahead to the light, they speak friend n then they bite
i may be limpin but u aint walkin away from this fight
i'll live to limp anotha day but u aint walkin away
say im a musician they ask me how much money u make?
i dont make shit, give my soul for free while everybody takes
w/ a lil piece n a lil piece there...it could be toxic so everybody beware
like a pinata come take a shot its fun ya gotta
i spill my guts but then wut is left for papa?
just a torn n tattered empty shell, hangin from a rope, a rotten hell
battered mail yea i know the feelin real well
imma stand strong lightning rod style
channeling everything that be hittin me into electricity and frequencies
then through the speakerbox
droppin the bass and the beat until the tweeders pop pop

dr. simpson speaking. o yes, warden, ive just finished my report.
violent, homicidal. he may have recurring periods of normal behavior but...
sir our psychiatrists are coming tonight. they'll commit him to the institution.
warden i suggest you prepare the release...

Murder He Wrote

instrumental by Medeski, Martin, and Wood "Church Of Logic"

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