back to boom bap, yo

where's the hip hop
we wanna know, where's the hip hop?
throw that crap in the trash

de la, black star, wu tang what's up
yo, tupac and biggie?!
yeah i said it, tupac and biggie
Rep your city, gritty committee pity the fool that
Rap shitty in the midst of the dope, the witty 

and no, i don't  appeal to the masses
voice make 'em turn around as fast as back kicks
stay true to old school living in  past tense
while you tools steady put  in work on  ratchets

surrounded by a bunch of underclassmen
mucked the craft up, and then  wonder what happened?
how'd it shift from significant tongues
to sippin' bub, dickin' the thickest chick in the club, huh?

somehow it feels invigorating
knowing my word won't get a "real nigga" rating
the group mind was built for infiltrating
i've been planting seeds deep, and they're still incubating

where's the hip hop
we wanna know, where's the hip hop?
throw that crap in the trash

redman, rakim, black thought what's up
yo, tupac and biggie?!
yeah i said it, tupac and biggie
Rep your city, gritty committee pity the fool that
Rap shitty in the midst of the dope, the witty 

what the hell's phil insinuating 
all depends on the color of the pill you're taking
it's done in bad taste, you're the swill that i'm tasting
nothing for the art, talks of all the millions you're making

kudos, you know, whoop-d-doo
responsible for deficits the wealthy put me through
the detriment that you're accused of could be proved
but you're blinded by what you're buyin' like "look at these shoes"

psssh whatever man, give it a rest
sad the dying breath of hip hop was never this fresh
your time is money, but you never managed to check
i'm spending my time i'm trying to handle the debts

the more and more i hear, the more of it's less
than what i can respect, the hornets flown too far from the  nest

where's the hip hop
we wanna know, where's the hip hop
throw that crap in the trash
big pun, nas jones, p monch what's up?
yo, tupac and biggie?!
yeah i said it, tupac and biggie
Rep your city, gritty committee pity the fool 
Rap shitty in the midst of the dope, the witty 

Where's The Hip Hop (simon says)

speeding down the wrong path, white knuckles
snug in a seat that wasn't quite buckled
dim head lights during night time's subtle
dead ends sick enough that some might chuckle
sure enough, hit a shank in the road
he jerked, swerved, but managed to regain control
while he was thanking God just for saving his soul
something prompted stomping the brakes down to the floor
brought to a halt, hear the violent screech?
the tires released before the next mile was reached
the sound system maxed spewing piles of beats
the windshield gave birth to a child of peace
onlookers witnessed and rendered the scene
recalling a short life, that was measured in feet
it was sickening to watch, but a pleasure to be
able to say "i saw it, but it'll never be me"
(does that make me crazy?)

some flirting at work went too far with her boss
the door was locked, sure shot that they wouldn't get caught
being careless is the reason that her stuff's in a box
escorted off the premises with the assistance from cops
and all she wanted was a little bit of lovin'
not good enough to say when she gets home to her husband
claimed she cheated once, it's been over a dozen
the guilt weighs so heavy she feels over-encumbered
she pulls in the drive way stomach's shifting sideways
thinking "what can i say? today isn't my day
no words for expressions written on my face
step forward instead of letting important time waste"
opened the door, hubby's holding the baby
he looked in her direction, for a while staring blankly
she began to speak "babe, you're gonna hate me"
he responded by coldly stating...
(I think you're crazy)

two people...madly in love
falling without concern for what gravity does
he nursed her heart back, she was glad that he touched
if he was pushed, he'd think, "least she's backin' me up"
everything was peachy with the boy that she found
he had great conversation, left the toilet seat down
agreed to go slow, didn't wanna spoil it now
his presence was a pool where she'd enjoy to be drowned
he thought, "it's too good to be true
she likes ufc fights, and scooby doo too?!
i don't have to ask, and she'll just scoot me a brew
she makes me think of  mistakes before i stupidly do"
took her by the hand, "this is a gift…from me
there's a big world i want you to come see
and since life isn't the same as a drum beat
come be unpredictable with me," on one knee
(maybe i'm crazy, maybe you're crazy, maybe we're crazy….probably)


Crazy Ft. Gnarls Barkley

great, looks like i'll be waitin'
procrastination', with no regard for being blatant
i'm over stoves, slavin'
trying' to turn noodles into something that satisfies a cravin'

misbehave, but they've raised the stakes,
the trump card is an ace of spades
all your bills got macy's paid
if we'd change the stage, there'd be no one to blame for these hellacious rates

so make a face, while i walk past ya'
disappointed, come home  and get plastered
think you got it hard, but real strife is massive
the boogie man grabs bags, no face, he masked it

my passion, began to face backwards
just before it was too late to take action
what's there to do when the debate's slacken'
besides get the big picture all framed and lacquered 
 
verse 2:
one of those nights, i go inside for a minute
running this rat race only to die at the finish
people don't realize supplies have limits
no harm in describing life from my end of it

and what's with all this censorship?
why am second guessing the mail and the guy that delivered it?
when did this mental shift stick it's two-cents 
 into a tin cup, i can't use it, needs a new lid

to hell with it, lots of people living broke,
find time to be in position, kissing under mistletoe 
then there's those, that get high from breathing pistol smoke
a life-style in the form of an individual  
 
...it's in the music you listen to
the whole time someone's been at work convincing you
until you take your part within the ritual
open your eyes…the clever bullshit's still visible

verse 3:
you'd rather get a stack of dollars than a glass of water
 grew up in a situation, where you couldn't ask your father
you're one of the many, so bring the lambs to slaughter
times rushing at you in the moment you're sans a partner

why's the desire for things larger?
anyone partially bothered?
there's angry kids hanging themselves  with car charges
large arm slits, couldn't have had a harder time carving themselves  at the barbers

i dunno…but maybe it's the medicine
swallow pills, they advertise the risk urging "let us in"
you bought in, cash, still don't know what's left of it
spent so much time "grindin'" life went with the rest of it 

man...the rap game needs an exorcist
small on the bible, reach my own brand of exodus
no baptist, catholic, or methodist
just doing something with ME while I'M a current resident
the news portrays my future as desolate
like the demons slated to win there's no use if i wrestle them

but i  place opened eyes on the recipe,
what's it mean to get through this time successfully?

Tutor (3am RemiX)

(thanks Krys!)

livin' it up, in this life of mine
i only get one, get it right this time
it blows my mind, i'm so confined
to the routine of this local grind
and time and time again, i find a place to unwind and vent
my nights are spent, with a room inside of it
thinking of  all the words that i can twist
my mind is fixed but i'm convinced,
that i exist like nitrogen,
unseen, unheard, no taste, no smell, though i'm alive, you're blind to it
floating away is a known mistake, 
if you don't relate that holds brakes
on whatever it means to have "social grace," 
you ever consider the toll it takes?
from work to home don't notice a face
seclusion's just  stone's throw away
 a recluse, but I'm open to change
just don't bother to  quote what i say, 
it's probable i'll start going insane,  
if i notice you're throwing my notebooks away
there's a good chance that i'll be going outside, 'cause i woke feelin' so hopeful today
poetry has me obsessed
openly madly depressed
void totally of happiness 
although living woefully puts me at my best
and it may not make sense,
'cause i'm guilty of  building this fence
addicted to writing, i find  more inviting than vibing out,  and just chilling with friends

these four walls are closing in,
i can feel them, growing nearer
i'm not where i'd hoped to get
but the picture's…getting clearer
i have thoughts, couldn't hold them in
a sensitive mind, i'm a feeler
still not where i hoped to get
but the picture's…getting clearer  

alone in my room,
molding a tune
don't know what else  i'd supposedly do
looking outside, there's a golden hue
the sun's rises unlike moments  with you
in love, not showin' so true
her eyes are  blue and they go with my mood
i'd spoil her like she's overdue
but i'm awkward in person, don't know what to do
there's you and i, no useful guide
and i'm usually quite the unusual guy
but i'd leave it open for you to decide
assuming aside, 
the beautiful ride, is speeding…
...nobody in range
that got me to say, that i'm probably strange
and now…feeling so odd that he changed
i blame loneliness that got me this way

these four walls are closing in,
i can feel them, growing nearer
i'm not where i'd hoped to get
but the picture's…getting clearer
i have thoughts, couldn't hold them in
a sensitive mind, i'm a feeler
still not where i hoped to get
but the picture's…getting clearer

ReclusE Ft. Krystina (Daddy-Kev reMIX)

feelin' loopy "lah dee dah" sun kissed insomnia
nauseous hypochondria, but i don't care, it's got me up
so who do i remind me of, nothing i can find up front
the only thing required was the fact that i can write it drunk

swimming through these lines of rum, drowning in the tides to come
a little ice to numb my legs so i won't bother tryin' to run
as the odor that lines my lungs my reason is "a night of fun"
i like the rush, so slide me some, i'll dry the cup and smile a bunch

i hate that i'm in love with these...fuckin' drinks, nothing's free,
buzzing bee, floating in the suds i see a corrupted me
but momma wanted something sweet
buried the thought i dug it deep
to the rim of the glass, where the bubbles reach
no inhibitions, with tough critiques
smart replies, mumbled speech

acidic liquid, crumbled teeth
frantic search for another beat
but become a recluse for a couple weeks
i haven't eaten, my stomach screams, "not cool you can't keep up with me!"
apologies for getting uppity
see i'm only pissed you interrupted me


know what,
gotta sober up
i'm old enough to control the cup

know what,
i gotta simmer down
i'm old enough to make decisions now

Killing Me (Prod. LiL BO WEEP)

I'm an every man, same pants, different shirt
gotta walk to spit a verse, no internet, take my shit work

Solitary (Planes Remix)

This Is My Prayer (Prod. James Halton)

Dino:
I guess I just needed a little time alone,
To tell the truth though, I've been getting high 'cause your boy's been feelin' low
everybody that I know is worried, Lord Knows, "what the hell yo? you ain't even picking up the phone?!"
Lately I've been sedated and medicate, faded, isolated, barricaded inside of my home
Steadily debatin' how to get motivated and vindicated contemplating wtf is wrong inside of my dome
I admit, I tried to roam...you can run from the cops but not from your own soul
Man, momma told me "your mind is like a war zone," 'cause you never wanna go down that road alone (no sir)
But I've perfected and mastered the art of this fire
Fuck the world, been so low since a knee-high
Blazin' it with the top down listenin' to Pac ride,
To the sundown me, myself, and...I


Genocide:
How could you call me heartless 
When I walk this
Thin line heavy-hearted
and the bad part is
I ain't seen a good part since it all started
It's all fallin'...it can't walk on its own
Can't talk on the phone...
Toss and I turn
I'm at a loss for the words
And my nerves are exhausted and hurt
It's a flaw that occurs
When a curve ball's tossed at a jerk
Scream that you wanna be loved
If it wasn't for the drugs, 
you would see someone already does
So God damned caught in the buzz
You forgot that we've fallen in love
...So, it's back to the lab for me
Back to the whole factory 
relapse over raps and beats
at least til you're back on feet
and maybe we...can relax in peace
until then...it's just ME


Badweather:
lungs charred i'm a smoker, 
bearing this weights getting hard on my shoulders 
don't feel great but aren't you supposed ta?
bummed by the fact, that we can't talk it over

...everyday wakin up
can't find the energy nowhere to take it from
haven't seen her face in months, 
i can say for once, this is patience hun,
so...I'd rather stay than hunt, 
just prove you can offer me a place to run
got problems on my own, gotta face up front
but i'm spilling my guts while you're making puns
is it your mettle that flakes and rusts ?
once i heard promises were engraved in trust
I understood the phrase "one enraged with love"
alone in a room...my glass...angled up

Me, Myself & I (REmix) Ft. Dino, Geno, and Badweather

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hook/bridge:
what would it take to make me a person?
the tools i'm using, just ain't really working
this heart's too soft need an angrier version
just do away with it, that makes me feel perfect
and…i'm lost.
i'm feeling the sting of the frost
learning you're not what i think that you are
the fog from your breath as you're seeing me off
i'm gone,

VERSE 1:
i'm a ghost
but i'd like to propose a toast
to folks that have one to hold close
and those bold enough just to say no
though,
i feel that inside
the beauty that's peeling my eyes
is misleading and feeding me lies
ironic knowing but still being surprised
but…i'll take it out on my health
you can't do to me what i do to myself
and no it's not a threat, i swear i'm meaning it well
a gentleman would never kiss and tell
i still got eyes for you, so see you in hell
i'm an artist, starving for pain
so i guess i owe you a margin of thanks

hook/bridge:
what would it take to make me a person?
the tools i'm using, just ain't really working
this heart's too soft need an angrier version
just do away with it, that makes me feel perfect
and…i'm lost.
i'm feeling the sting of the frost
learning you're not what i think that you are
the fog from your breath as you're seeing me off
i'm gone,

VERSE 2:
it's a diamond this truth, nothing as sharp
confined to a chair and stuck with these thoughts
ironic nothing we talked
about prevented you from rubbing me off
i live in this tantrum revealing
a child-like man in his feelings
the damage made no bandage is healing
i submit my worth, my hands to the ceiling
just take it…
wait no give it back
i still have music, i live for that
i'll take the loss but end with facts
you're just a small speck on virginia's map
i'm beside myself, but i'll get in line
recalling the pain from different times
just help me remember in the end i find
i ended up being just fine

hook/bridge:
what would it take to make me a person?
the tools i'm using, just ain't really working
this heart's too soft need an angrier version
just do away with it, that makes me feel perfect
and…i'm lost.
i'm feeling the sting of the frost
learning you're not what i think that you are
the fog from your breath as you're seeing me off
i'm gone,

The Frost

my bank account makes or breaks whatever you state is datable
well,  i think that's debatable 
i've tasted bullshit like that by the tableful 
and i'm so fed up with it, if i lift my shirt you'd see my navel's smooth
and by that i mean flush, i mean shucks
i can afford a steak and cheese sub
7 times a day for at least 3 months
jesus christ i never knew green bucks would ever mean this much
and good friends tell me i need to get over it,
i'll bargain easy as buy one get one free deodorant
see there's the reason for my fleeting soberness
well…i don't know…but at least i notice it
i have a room upstairs, with a bed, it's simple
i've got a drawer, with the socks, and pens, and pencils
this is a mix between bull dog and a shih tzu
so time is money honey, sorry the rent's due


so this is what's it's like on the lower end
one check for food, the other goes to rent
this sucks, it bites just like a doberman
please don't be offended if i won't invite you over then
(well,  at least the room's big enough for my clothes to fit)

i'm a dude don't need beautiful nails
digging my chewed fingers tips straight  through the mail
they got coupons, and those things are useful as hell
before i walk and window shop just to view what's on sale
dingy pants…the same ol' denim
fairly new shoes with a gapin' hole in 'em
though i'm not taking home the millions
don't get it twisted, and think that means i'm not capable of livin'
shooooot, i might splurge and buy a soda
craigslist me a cheap bike, buy it and ride over
with basket stacked with wine,get tied over
' till i recite lines like  beauty is in the blurred eye of it's beholder
i don't know..
but i know you get me
i have a room upstairs, just living simply
i should let you know, being broke won't offend me
i value what i need, can you pay my rent please? will you pay my rent please?

so this is what's it's like on the lower end
one check for food, the other goes to rent
this sucks, it bites just like a doberman
please don't be offended if i won't invite you over then
(well,  at least the room's big enough for my clothes to fit)

Low-End (Prod by Smith Smithers)

why write? 'cause i'm inside and the door's closed
surprised, an image of being alone becoming more-so
the battle inside my mind's a car bomb in a war zone
stare at the shrapnel in my stomach, but won't fund  my wardrobe?
why write? 'cause there's nothing else better to do
get more from it than the time i've invested in you
every neglected message is a clue and evidence used
hope it blows up in your face once i mail this letter to you
 why write? 'cause i'm a genius seamstress?
in the fabric of life my daily pattern in the sequence?
work in the afternoon, drink in the evening
tylenol PM, awake thinking, on knees bent "god when am i leaving?"
so why write, when i ask you to?
cause i wanna collab with you and i've already had a few
with no slurred word, but preferred attitude
an actual fact of how i travel down my avenue
so i write...'cause i'm afraid if i don't
i'll take of this blind fold revealing this tight rope
i've been walking on with my eyes closed
fall and have my spine broke shattered worse than a lime stone
hopin' tomorrow comes faster..than yesterday
i'm on edge, if it were a ledge i'd step away, let it rain,
 human body splatter reddish paint
news choppers, bright lights, my head it aches
twist off..self medicate

Why Write?

i'm In the pursuit of happiness, i need it
one day i'll grab it close, but don't believe it
and i know…and i know

VERSE 1: 
what haven't i said? next question
let my head spin from the liquid depressants
 life is a reference but time is of essence
my liver's quite infected, unbridled ingestion
and i'm sorry for saying the same thing
but venting pain the same way helps me maintain  
but more importantly
mom i'm sorry, you raised me accordingly unfortunately 
i record things about being drunk and disorderly
it's not funny…thank God i got no money
i can only talk what i know about
lasted two  days last i tried holding out
found myself holding down an ever-growing amount
the tattoos on my back a host to both frowns
i can't' lie when i prefer truth
theres a light somewhere, i'll continue to pursue

VERSE 2:

avoid the mirror, refrain to see
eyes peering back so ashamed of me
wear a smile on my face so angrily
can't show appreciation for what you gave to me
i'm inept in someways, doesn't mean i don't
care, wrong tone coming in the words  i quote
it's usually too late when i can find the soul
to display whats inside, 'cause it's time to go
and i'm told that i'm cold, no eye contact to provide them hope
my mind just grows, i'm lost in thick moss
sip shots for  thoughts that failed to get across, 
i'm drunk and pissed off
 a rocket man counting time down to his lift off
deep inside i wanna ball just like rick ross
but i think it'd be better if i get lost

VERSE 3 :

day in day out, i live in discomfort
lack of love life makes me sick to my stomach
no kisses or nothing just wishing for hugging
sharing private thoughts treated different in public
and isn't it something
the temp in the oven steadily rose
 until you shifted the buttons?
the sniffles were comin', watched the flame go out, 
now there ain't no doubt, wear my shame so proud
can't hear a heartbreak when it rains so loud
the story, i'm a forty, my neck angled down
not safe now, i'm a ship in a bottle
just an empty front, paint chipped in the model
after yesterday's loss, hope i get it tomorrow
if i don't, i've always got ways to kill the sorrow
it's called a pilsner, ironically it's not a tough pill to swallow


Pursuit of Happiness

Gangsta rap alter ego.

Michael Jackson Gang, nigga we all bad.

Book Of Ramens

Noodle- Seven Servings

Noodle-Seven Servings

made so much progress from jogging in place,
bent outta shape from promises, god give, god take
and all at one time my will begins to oscillate 
that's when my day from hell started feeling just like a holiday

anything on earth that has worth to have in life
just aint worth having without a certain sacrifice 
see..it's the squirmish in a savage fight
that brings a smile to your face, from  obstacles you had to climb

i'm just an average guy, who learned  from being asinine
humbled by combining  reality with what i had in mind
but what i lack is fine, fleeting goals i'll catch in time
a little further down this yellow brick path of mine

as rap declines, my stomach twists in knots
to watch hip hop careers launch from gimmicks lost
connection with the poetry  pictures  the vivid scriptures get across
there's gotta be significance behind these prolific thoughts
but….but i don't know…i don't know why


VERSE 2
let me ask, did you ever wake up 
with an intensity inside and not know where it came from
seeing things in a different light, still under the same sun
while the you experience the feeling of being afraid run?

well i have as a matter of fact
all my bad habits, automatic, i had 'em in tact
and as if through sorcery or magical act
i was smacked with answers to questions i hadn't asked

and happiness is just a breath away
there's a lesson within all the stress and pain
you can either cook or burn with the temp from flames
i was ready to cut my own line before this message came 

change the way you think, it'll open gates
the world will roll off your shoulders no longer holding weight
problems will remain...they'll never go away
but believe in this word and it's called "motivate"

MotivaTional Speech

Must be the wrong station, concerned when it plays.

Rain Inside

The Wrong Station (prod. by Hadi Adel)

once upon a time, thought i reached the end
little did i know, that's where scene begins
i once missed the passion, the sheets would twist
but this ex lover hasn't been  a decent friend

if i could do it all over, i'd leave again
and relive all the pain and the grieving fits
it played in my mind, either side teetering
i'd support and disagree with my reasoning

this yueng ling ought to calm my nerves
feeling that it's all for the birds
'til this thought would emerge
that i can find a partner for sure, as long as i'm  wandering earth

just on the faith that's it's all gonna work 
eye on the big picture, on top of a perch
in spite of the doubt, this monster that lurks 
gotta take the first step i'm starting my search,

behind these eyes, is the kind of guy
that would blindly dive into your line of sight
coming on too strong, so it's fight or flight
from a nice guy who can't get his timing right

failed many times over, tried as i might
i desired a life, from this fire inside
that only brainwashed and rewired my mind
after all these heart breaks, i'm too tired to write

and sighing is like…deflating my ego
setting a date, then flaking when she goes
leaving me home enraging this emo
tendency to lash out at neighboring people

sad i believed what never seemed so
thew it away, like tim tebow
rhetorical asking where we'd go
when i already know, begging no please don't     

VERSE 2:

the new freedom feels amazing right?
too elated to take time to wave goodbye
since parting ways right where this lane divides
we'd speed past the chemistry of exchanging vibes

and taking flight has changed my life
for the better since committing to taking strides
away from the cold stare of your angered eyes
and all the kind words placed just to patronize

i just realized, change i crave it
there's something about us that's made me abrasive
all of your games has made me a sadist
don't wanna get caught but enjoyed that i chased it

disturbed by the thought that i just couldn't shake it
slap myself for the time that i wasted
ashamed to overlook something so basic
they say love is blind, so i can't explain it

it doesn't make sense, and clearly you'd see
in lieu of this nonsense that neither do we
i've picked up on what you've alluded to me
whatever it was you couldn't mention through speech 

no more talk the conclusion's been reached…
ending this nightmare, pursuing my dreams
if you wanna exhale, well excuse as i leave
i'm giving you room just assuming you'd breathe

and believe you me, i've settled for worse
i've paid the price, one hell of a purse 
so i'm moving on to where this mettle can work
i hope for both of us, this lesson was learned

just the surface on this shell of an earth
you beg and plead with irrelevant words
being a couple has a decimal's worth
when i'm left behind, PERIOD, you put yourself first

Please Don't Leave Me (Prod by Kami)

One night, we were drinking beers and having a conversation around a fire in our backyard. An angry neighbor yelled out of her window "THIS IS A CITY NOT A FARM!"

inspiration to make a song called "Farm City."

Farm City

A buddy of mine let me play around on his MPC and keyboard.

Hypermax

Harder Ft. Andy What

Dean Diligent- NFG Ft. Badweather

In order of appearance:

Badweather, Genocide, and Pazij

Misunderstood  Ft. Genocide and Pazij

recorded in '07 or '08 this one never made it on the bugs raleigh mix tape.  Lou Tully says it's "dated," maybe so.

Too Busy (Resistance)

I just write what I live, and hope you can relate.If you like what you hear, download it. If you love what you hear, share it with your friends. 


Badweather

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