No Rush

Songs is produced by James Wier

Song centers around the idea and explanation of Cognitive Dissonance (which is the discomfort a person feels when their behavior does not align with their values or beliefs).

Hell Nah

Lyrics
(Mossy Mcfly):
“To be fake for social safety
Is while sad
Understandable

But when done for no reason other
Than profit
Is where any sympathy dies
Even the thrill chaser
Acts on passion
Or something
That dies with him
But I understand this

Money does a good job at adjusting one's connotation
A broke monster is just as such a monster
And possible worse for
But a successful one
Well

There's something to be said
According to one steady wave of time

Connotations is in capital
Connotation controls
Capital is control

In music
And many avenues of life
It seems I can only find myself
In relation to people
An opp
Or an opportunity”

-written by Topdown

The 1st track for the album. 
It is composed of straight piano picking up where the b-side of Man up ended sonically.
The track is spoken word to emphasize the idea of artistry.  
It touches on the issue or stance against  being fake but mainly the focus is how one is controlled by capital. 
And how it feels one has no true friends in life or in music: the fear Topdown has of just being used as a tool and if he isn’t that then to the other he is an enemy/obstacle. 
The name broadcast is a play on of a “broad-cast”.. that it isn’t a true way to fix or help heal it is just something given out to appeal to a broad amount and appeal broadly.
The name is another way of saying a podcast which is a reference to “Pay Us No Mind Podcast” which is a music industry tip podcast.
The poem is read by Mossy McFly, who is both a representation of Topdown’s inner mind but also is a narrator/overseer. In a way he has both the observer and the observed.

issa broadcast intro (ft. Mossy Mcfly)

Lyrics
(Topdown):
Why you kill the vibe
Why you kill the vibe, vibe
Why you blow my high
Why you blow my high, high
Why you kill the vibe
Why you kill the vibe, vibe
Why you blow my high
Why you blow my high, high
Why you kill the vibe
Why you kill the vibe, vibe
Why you blow my high
Why you blow my high, high
Why you kill the vibe
Why you kill the vibe, vibe
Why you blow my high
Why you blow my high

You cannot slide with us
You cannot ride with us
Why is  you acting tuff
Know you don't act enough
No you won't pull no trigger

No you is not my nigga

Can you take the hoe to dinner
Is you really who you figure
Oh

You don't pass the vibe check
The vibe check
Leave(Live) your whole in debt
See in debt
You don't pass the vibe check
The vibe check
Leave(Live) your whole in debt
In debt
In
(james Wier):
i'm sidetracked, that's why I didn't slide
What I tracked the take, don't compare a side
To a full production, you a parasite
I don't take one, but I will decide
From your take one if it's your good side
Yeah it's raining hail, better step inside
Call me Marry Poppins with a metronome
Cause everybody knows that I'll step in time
Going big time without losing time
Like I'm lil Wayne, come in just in time
Give me Mac and cheese and the Cole slaw
Indecisive I could never pick a pick a side
Will he be the greatest? That's for you to decide
Can't pretend unless I'm acting, take my time
Ran out of excuses shut your mouth
Your apology card just declined
Multitask, double entendre
I got something for the sports and long drama
You ain't paying for beats, you're con artist
You're a Drake fan, you're a pawn pawning
Oﬀ your prized possession for couple dollars
I would separate the valid art form Artist
But talent's lacking you abscond what's popping
And make out with it, hallmark drama
Yeah your shit flopped, that's called Karma
Call the coroner, there's some bodies dropping
There's some photos now that your probably cropping
You don't pick out beats, you're window shopping
I don't need a lease because i own the project
If I make it big I get all the profit
I'm a major bitch, you're a minor prophet
Do I look like I'm Jacob Collier?
I make big music for a small audience
You can't top that, if you tried to stop it
Using both hands when you're trying to clock in
Got a chokehold on what makes it godly
This is serious, this ain't non toxic
Everything I touch gold, man fuck Midas
I just need a mic and the will to fight it
Got the willpower over rule a Lion

The naming is set up like a last name, first name format  for the song: “Just Like Heaven”
Which I am referencing to a song by the band called “the cure” which is like saying/acting like this is the cure for these feelings of isolation or that being the mindset
  
It’s also a reference to the film “just like heaven” which is about the girl who cannot accept she is dead which plays into the ideas of not wanting to admit being dead on the inside

It starts out with a piano but builds up in instrumentation to play into the idea of adjusting more for others.  
The first half is Topdowns inner thoughts of what it feels people are saying to him: singing in unison that he doesn’t pass the vibe check 
Vibe check is used as a symbolic representation for the ultimate goal one should try to reach. That to do that is to truly fit in. That one just be a part of a collective vibe. An almost numbing hive mind  
Topdown is cut by James Wier to symbolize they are done hearing from him, that they rather vibe to James or what James embodies.

Heaven, Just Like

Lyrics
(Topdown):
Aye
50 years of rap
50 years of trap
50 years of boom bap
50 years of what
Hey
x2

50 years of rap
50 years of trap
50
x3

I'm ill from ya'll rapping
I'm ill from ya'll cappin
On life support
Cause of these trappings
Ain't no more 50
The doctors say that I got at best
A year and a half and that's only an average
I peep this bragging
Got myself a plan of action
Run up with Uzi
Post office
The piles sent back
That's how we find out your address
Kick the damn door down
This hoe is just vacant
This hoe ain't no mansion
But fuck it we searching for mattress
To find all that money
You said you had up in your captions
And just imagine our faces when we seen nothing
But bundled bed bugs scrambling
Cockroaches crying in corner
The atmosphere cabbage, depression
You still think the president Hoover
Now I don't expect everyone to be a savage
But never imagined even those 42
Doubling down
Acting forever 21
This is just numbers son
Living for living
Unless it be lavish
Ya'll make it a challenge
I went to get your bitch to flip on the script
But it turns out that hoe
Already an actress

50 years of rap
50 years of trap
50 years of boom bap
50 years of screaming
Ohh who the fuck that
50 years of me working 50 times harder
Had to get more plays than a white act
x2
50 years of rap

i don’t need rhyme nor reason
So lucky they counting it treason
Little more music than business
Is what I am sensing
They asking like
Top
Where the fuck did we go wrong
They ain't playing his song
Sorry I can't play along
Try to just quarter my talent
I double the average
Just boxing the
Opposition
Now listen

 want to be the one
A bastard's son
The last sober mind that'll you find
But if you want some smoke I won't decline

Was sick of playing sideline
In life
All I ever need is just
One mic
One phrase
Tired of living in Hughes' Haze
Imma make it out my own way
Paying homage to
Kendrick, Bertrand, Mozart, Marvin Gaye
Leaving little time for you to get your shit straight
Coming 1 by 3
Don't you ever try to play me
Less it's through a CD
Studying
I want to be the one
I'm going be the one
Once that I'm done

50 years of rap
50 years of trap
50 years of
50 years of
Balp Blap

The song in broad essence is a celebration of the 50 years of hip hop.
The name 50/50 means multiple things
To say James and Topdown have created the project 50/50 as it is a collab between the artists
The multiple reference or saying of 50 within the song
The term 50/50 is being used to say it’s neither a joyous or sad existence Topdown is in currently. That everything seems to fall in-between gray state or even mediocrity. That he feels damned if he do, damned if he don’t 
The song is in the traditional sense Braggadocious but in a more old school hip hop way, still showing reminiscents of the not for profit mixtape era. 
It represents Topdown trying to appeal to the wider crowd but still holding onto his roots.

50/50

Lyrics
(Topdown):
Ummm
Ummm
Fuck
My rent is due
(what)
My old ain't new
(what)
My heat is cool
My bangs are hush
(what)
What
What should I do
(what)
My bitch just knew
(what)
I just hit raw
Who could have saw
Good man would plan

Be cautious
These bitches
These snitches
Will hop on opps for opps

Drop him
Then fuck him
Then sue him for his cot (plot)
Plus everything he got
Or will get
Make sure he regret that kid
(girl you know)
Lid closed
And
Oh my god please
Just

Everybody shut the fuck up
(oh my god please)
x3
Shut the fuck up
(janes Wier):
hands too cold, I wrote this with an all black puﬀer jacket on
Everybody shut up in this country, turn that racket oﬀ
She said that she is a cancer, I said "yeah I bet you are"
Hands inside my jacket anti social I don't want your alms
I got gifts to give, and they're my potions held inside my palms
If you want advice then you should open up the book of psalms
If you want critique, trust me don't open up that can of worms
I was born with talent, it's not something that was added on
All inside his feelings emo boy, he's getting bent like elbows
Made him take this L and now call him mother fucking Elmo
Ask me for a feature he won't get a thing but just a hell no
You would take this verse and have the final line rhyme with Velcro

I'm way too done with everybody
Everybody needs to shut up
I'm way too done with everybody
Everybody needs to shut up
I'm way too done with everybody
Everybody needs to shut up

I'm and sick tired ,don't you got some dick to unsuck

(Topdown):
Everybody shut the fuck up
(oh my god please)
x3
Shut the fuck up

The track itself in name is meant to represent both the audience in telling Topdown to shut up..,that they don’t want the style of 50/50, that he still doesn't pass the vibe check.

The song itself however is a commentary track based off an example topdown portrays a man talking to his friend complaining about irrelevant/ contradicting things and how his girl is pregnant again as well claiming ignorance and lack of responsibility 
The friend tells him to tread carefully and watch out for himself.

The song the transfers from the friend of the guy to the friend of the girl friend telling her that she should ring him for everything and he owes her everything and even if not that just “make him regret the child”

The song in its first half is meant to commentate on the selfish nature of the couple/people who are so concerned about how it will affect them they never consider the child except how they will exploit them.
Topdown is saying within the hook for them to shut the fuck up and by that merit talk an what really matters as it is his stance/hate for when people talk about things that don’t matter.

James Wier verse again acts as what the general public want again cutting off Topdown (telling him symbolically to stfu).

STFU!

Lyrics
(Topdown):
Hey
Hell Nah
Hell Nah
x6
Hey
Hell Nah
Cuz aye

Bitch I'm the best in the damn south
Bitch I'm the best with just no clout
Running this shit like a trap house
Fucking your bitch till she tap out

Leon we beyond and heat just like neon
Invisible acting you know that we see em
Lean on this world this world so you know that I claim it
BK on bail so there ain't no complaining
Nights to forget just to tell all the ages
Innocent fun but you know we love mayhem
Fucking on Jane or whatever her name is
She live in this trailer with yellow wallpaper
Wondering bout wedding rings
Miss me with all of that
Don't take advantage my good Christian nature
Parents didn't want ya
I cannot just save ya
I'm super
No cap'n crusader
Like aye
Bitch I'm the best thing that you done saw
Hop on verse and this shit get like saw
Telling his momma he gave it his all
Really he didn't, he couldn't even finish
I gave em a chance
Olive branch out of my hand
Willow switch aimed at your man
Don't say you changed when the shit getting grave
On your grave imma do my lil dance
Like aye

Bitch I'm the best in the damn south
Bitch I'm the best with just no clout
Running this shit like a trap house
Fucking your bitch till she tap out

My shit is just golden
I know that you weighed it
Fuck trying full me
My methods is tested
Every sap you'll just find me and James
Thankful to god that this shit never change
Like

Hey
Hell Nah
Hell Nah
x8

track itself is a reply to the previous song title. 
Topdown is still fighting to be accepted and still trying to convey and rap about braggadocio esq things. 
But within this state he is saying things he doesn’t believe or follow. Creating a sense of cognitive dissonance.
The separation of Hell and Nah is to imply this kind of life is a internal hell but Topdown is writing it off (to say nah)

The middle bridge is the personification of cognitive dissonance essentially talking to the audience and Topdown as he begins to lose himself more and more.

Song is partly an homage/parallel  to cognitive dissonance experiments that were conducted by Leon Festinger and James Carlsmith. In existence as a hype song they are having the crowd participate in cognitive dissonance.

song ends with audio from Dalia Dippolito speaking to her husband who she tired murdering through a hit man. She was not only caught by a undercover cop but they got it on video. Her plea to her husband I felt represented cognitive dissonance and can be looked a her commentating on the lies told in Hell Nah. she even says they barley gave her 2 minutes to explain, hell nah is under 2 minutes.

The song makes subtle commentary on the toxic relationship between men and women, in a societal frame and especially in regard to ones carried throughout the south. Making connections with the short story “Yellow Wallpaper” for example.

Hell Nah!

Lyrics
(James wier):
If being insecure was a crime, baby I'll break the law
I don't care about a fucking thing that you saw
I don't care about a fucking run from the cops
I don't care I'll drown in woes
I don't care at all when I'm consumed by the thoughts, hell nah
Yeah you know I'm bout to break the law
I dont care about the fucking cops
I don't care I'll drown in my woes
I don't care at all when I'm consumed by my wrongs hell
Nah, hell nah
And why I gotta die to feel alive?
x2
And why I gotta die this time?
And why I gotta doubt it this time?

(Topdown):
Tell my why got to plea the seventh
Huh
Probably cause I'm two steps ahead of
Em
Jury of my peers
Know they cheer
Though I'm better
Fuck the system
Fuck you talkin bout
Evidence
itch I never be caught dead
Living life homestead
Nother augh on meds
Just to get out of bed
Don't you fucking call the feds
Snitch made
Bitch made
I ain't
Man upped
Shut the fuck up
Airing bodies till we real cool
50 cent bail
50 year sent
Price of nine for one (941)
Got Florida man beat

Bitch I never be caught dead
Living life homestead
Nother augh on meds
Just to get out of bed
Don't you fucking call the feds
Snitch made
Bitch made
I ain't
Man upped
Shut the fuck up
Airing bodies till we real cool
50 cent bail
50 year sent
Price of nine for one (941)
Got Florida man beat
Beat Tennessee man on his beat
Everything for me is competit
No apologies
Astonish me
How the stars lining up
Only fucking bitchs
Who into astrology
Ion front
Ion lie
I entertain
Energized
Ion lie
615
423
As him
He's he
Wanted poster put me
Have my name in the street
Please don't have me cut short
Forgot
....

(James wier):
if being insecure was a crime,
baby i'll break the law
I don't care about a fucking
 thing that you saw
I don't care about a fucking run
 from the cops
I don't care I'll drown in woes
i don't care at all when I'm 
consumed by the thoughts, 
hell nah
Yeah you know I'm bout to break
 the law
I dont care about the fucking cops
I don't care I'll drown in my woes

Beat Tennessee man on his beat
Everything for me is competit
No apologies
I don't care at all when I'm consumed by the thoughts, hell nah
Yeah you know I'm bout to break the law
I dont care about the fucking cops
I don't care I'll drown in my woes
If being insecure was a crime, baby i'll break the law
I don't care about a fucking thing that you saw
I don't care about a fucking run from the cops
I don't care I'll drown in woes
I don't care at all when I'm consumed by the thoughts, hell nah
Yeah you know I'm bout to break the law
I dont care about the fucking cops
I don't care I'll drown in my woes
I don't care at all when I'm consumed by my wrongs hell
Nah, hell nah

And why I gotta die to feel alive?
And why I gotta die to feel alive?
And why I gotta die this time?
And why I gotta doubt it this time?

Everybody has their opinions on me
Everybody's writing a law about things
They don't understand,
I might rob a motherfucking bank for 4 grand
Just to buy an outfit to cover all my sins
The gavel on the table destroys my confidence
If being insecure was a felony, I'm in the pen
If being out of my mind was crime you know the rest
I might end the song with this verse to make a stance
I make a better beat to make the people dance
I might move the crowd to sing and people clap their hands
If being insecure was a crime, I'm going in

Break the Law

Lyrics
(mossy mcfly):
“When I create
I too create a need for validation
Which my own unsatisfaction sinks in on itself?
And thus a void is formed

This void is labeled beneath me
And so I fall and plummet for not looking

While left sunken
Endlessly

I start to store the momentum made from fallen
Which I use to create
Which I use to uplift myself
Out void

But aye

Ion mind

-written by topdown

The interludes serves to represents the quitting and death of the last Remanence of Topdown’s true self (his artistic self)

Mossy reads a poem/spoken word that lightly reflects on the themes of Not For Profit and expands on the idea of cycles.

In this spoken word it reveals that this artistry or call to art still stems from this sense of wanting to impress and is both cause and cure for his depression which is as well a cure and cause for his artistry.

The song uses piano in its sound. A Recurring theme and use of sonic symbolism is Topdown use of piano to represent and act as his true self and inner mind (the sound of his mind)

ion mind interlude (ft. Mossy Mcfly)

Lyrics
(topdowm):
We real cool
We lurk late
We shoot straight
We Jazz June
We're gonna
We're gonna
We real
We real
We real cool
We lurk late
We shoot straight
We Jazz June
We're gonna
We're gonna
We're gonna
Fuck
Fuck
x2

I remember when
Ion know who I am
Broken English so
Holes in sheets smolders (small da's)
Dad cussing cause of socks
Mom mad wasting make up cover up my arm
Walmart parking lot we cruise at twilight
Till we find the place
The real

We ain't bitch men (bench men)
We don't lean
Cause eyes bloodshot
Mean we was boys that don't cry and
Bobby's truck translucent
So when with
We was cool
The vibe we is his
All this freedom make me smile
Reason is a
Gold plated incantation
Thank god world got no justice (just as)
Fuck it

We real cool
We lurk late
We shoot straight
We Jazz June
We're gonna
x2
Fuck
Fuck
x2

What we gettin into
Put my stock in the
Reunto, new tenant (tented)
All is rent in the city
Keep it pushing as we go
El rodo hotel dreams as weekend (weakened)
State might help just keep by the fires
I yearn, seem to burn, fuck it e the real (ethereal)
Where the at, inno (it no) after glow burn lost
Cross the cater (Decatur), twist my ankle (and cool)
Blood is tainted, so we no rush to the ER
Course they know who we are then (than)
Aye you're tics, in this section (aortic dissection)
Impression what we pressing
Gen breaking what we hoping
Broken English what we know is

We real cool
We lurk late
We shoot straight
We jazz
We're gonna
We're gonna
Fuck it we gonna die
x7
Fuck it we gonna
I love the weed smell
I love the retail
I love to retell
Forgot the details

Wait let me
x2
Aye

I love the weed smell
I love the retail
All of my
All of my
All of my
Wait

I love the weed smell
I love the retail
I love to detail
Forgot the details
Wait let me retell
Wait let me retell
Fuck
I love the weed smell
Forgot the details
Love working the retail
Wait let me retell
Wait let me retell
Re

Knew a Christian bitch who went to hell
Threw herself into to know how dick felt
Went from all A in abstenance
To failing all classes she absent in
Fuck in the bathroom to piss off the principle
Mainly for me to say fuck all my principles
Proof of the dead me
My parents resentful
The circles was full
But I was resourceful
I was the source of the fun
Set em on fire
See how he run
Pushing us to the lim X (limit)
The city limits
I wish that I could forget
I wish that I could protect
I wish that I could neglect
Oh wait I can
Put this bible (bottle) back in hand
And finally feel like I got a just reason to never be
Never be
Never

Song is spiritual successor to Gwyneth Brook’s poem, “we real cool”
The poem is from the perspective of a group of seven pool players and this is the 7th song in the album listing 
and it’s about living fast and dying young. At first, they seem like they are satisfied with the alternative lifestyle that they outline throughout the poem, but that defiant mood abruptly ends at the last line, when their death seems to be an effect of all the responsibility they had been putting off over the years.

The song is too a tie and homage to Terrance Hughes “Golden Shovel” poem. 
The poem was the invention of a form of Poetry in which you spell out a poem using the last words of another written poem. He did this with We real cool. 
The song lyrical spells out his two poems he wrote using we real cool in its first and second verse.

Within this song, Topdown has fully plunged into this lifestyle and its glorification. As he feels he is finally with the cool kids and proclaims to have what he wanted. 
The song has an overarching story of Topdown and friends going out at night to party, drink, and drive recklessly 
Which Topdown again uses a car metaphor for one’s life
The song shows the derailing of the night. And how one of them ends in the hospital but no one is in town is too concerned as it’s per the norm.

We Real Cool 2.

Lyrics
(topdown):
Pay us no mind
x4

Aye I chromed a niggas brain out
Now his blood dripping cold on linen
I guess he thought he be warned (warmed)
But that boy was doomed from beginning
You know
Metal head, scrap his brain
Go to war, hundred was
To kill, feed dogs
Rubber Stakes
A1
Got hemming ways (Hemmingway's)
Nigga stop

Hey

Ignoring that invisible acting
Mane
Go tell it to the mountain
Mane
Fuck a trip to Saint
Augustine
Ain't no youth in a never
Land
Maybe it's time we find new
Chains
No class, run when the bells do
Rang
Locker (Lock her) in place
I can't carry
Everything
Everything

Get in a wreck it's a fendy
Isley my brothers
They wanna in just everyone sheets
The samples be sounding so nicely
That bitch do a double Splitz
All on this dick
Catch an interference young
I'm still in love with the Benjamins
Regiment for the kin and friends
Wave for them, part the circle (particle), 
light in my eyes
Let me just double Dutch
I wanna a house

No a mansion
I wanna bitch
That only drink venti
I wanna car
That scream like a banshee
That would do me so nicely
Wanna FT
You can pay me
Ain't giving no fuck
Ain't sending no fuck
Count yourself lucky
No sending no 50
I went to the Jiffy
Just bought me this ice, see (Icy)

Call it sin (Collinson)
Richer than (Richardson)
It's a barter (En Sabah Nur)
It's a father
Member when
Was human
Full of nothing
But confusion
Let me measure
In Ōba
Hit nitro
Hoe's (HOs) together
Menthol(metal) gang
Cruise control
Mama called
Aye
Just sike
Go

(James):
I see the blood in the sky outside
I wrote tens songs, I laid ten lines
I played ten shows, I lived ten lives
I changed my girl, she didn't sit right right
She sit right next to me on my island
No man is one, but know that's lies
I feel like shit, I feel like dying
I see the bloodshot in my eyes
I don't want love I don't want your shit
Tryna get love while I empty these clips
I don't give a fuck bout a girl who'll switch
She a little bit crazy this might go to shit
Prod by me tryna get my cheese

I charged Topdown a light little fee
I'm a real bag chaser, I won't chase no bitch
So I don't give a fuck what you say bout me
This my story my leitmotif
I play this back, I know it's heat
Not one person can say I'm not
I'm know myself, I make these beats
I write this shit, too much too free
When the pen goes down
Their hands go up
When I'm down they'll say "man this too tough"
When I'm at the top, they gon' say I suck

(James wier and Topdown):
Man, What's your problem?
We all have them, don't act too conscious

But I ain't got no option
Time be setting (sitting)
And I can't just watch em

You should just work harder,
I know friends that could double your oﬀer

Man fuck that hoe ass oﬀer
I was just taught
I gotta work smarter

You can't work smarter if your head's not in it
Pay us no mind,
That's a whole diﬀerent meaning

Fuck is a head without a brain in it
Can't stand on your own,
That's why you leaning

i won't lean on anybody
Nobody ever gave me shit
If I did I owe another man for this
And I couldn't live with my wits like this

But I'm at the end of wits like this
Don't know if I can live my life like this
Mona Lisa face (fate), for the sake of a pic
Told you, don't want a grave in ph6

You're at the end of your wits like this
I'm at the end of my wits like this
Can't find nobody who don't mind people
Who won't give no one two shits like this

Don't you wanna be cool like everybody
(Yah)
Don't you want not mind like everybody
(Yah)
Don't you wanna break the law like everybody
(Hell Nah)
Shut the fuck up then
x2

Pay Us, No Mind
(pay us no mind)
x7
Pay Us, No Mind
....

(topdown):

Dough make me repeat it all
Don't make me repeat it all
x2

When rain comes
Can we evaporate
When the drought comes
Can we participate
Rain comes
Can we evaporate
The drought comes
Can we participate

You can go if you want
That is all I ever want

Pay us no mind
x3
Pay us no
Never mind.

Pay Us, No Mind

Topdown
A artist in hope
Let's see how fate fairs. 

Topdown

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