This is an archive of The Clean Up Hour. Tonight's mix is the second of three odes to 2009, focusing on a wild summer -- Michael Jackson died, Alfamega got outed as an informant, Eminem came back, and the mixtape scene was becoming more prominent with notable releases. We were still a couple of months away from the XXL Freshman list, but still, the world was clearly changing; whether for the better, or not, is an ongoing debate.

Also, there's a story I have about Chamillionaire's "In My City Mayne" that I gotta tell y'all sometime. 

Part 1:
Freddie Gibbs - Midwest Malcolm (Inhale)
Slaughterhouse - Sound Off
Method Man, Redman, & Saukrates - A-YO
Fabolous & Kobe - I'mma Do It
Busta Rhymes & Ron Brownz - Arab Money
Black Eyed Peas - I Gotta Feeling
Pitbull - Hotel Room Service
Chamillionaire - Internet Thugs Attack
Cam'Ron - My Job
Paul Wall & Marty James - I Grind
Maino & T-Pain - All the Above
Dom Kennedy & BJ the Chicago Kid - Of All Time
Mos Def - Quiet Dog Bite Hard
The Cool Kids & Ludacris - Pennies (the Updated Rosters Remix)
Chamillionaire - In My City Mayne
Charles Hamilton - Crack a Blogger
Mac Miller - Get It On the Floor
Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y - How Fly
Jay Rock - Magnificent
Fabolous & Drake - Throw It In the Bag (Remix)
Freddie Gibbs - How We Do (93 Til' Freestyle)
The Alchemist, Evidence, Blu, Talib Kweli, & Kid Cudi - Therapy
J. Cole - World is Empty
J Dilla & Blu - Smoke
Eminem - Mr. Mathers (Skit)
Eminem - Deja Vu
XV - Mirror's Edge
Casey Veggies & Rich Hill - Euphoria
Eyedea & Abilities - Smile
50 Cent - Funny How Time Flies 

Part 2 (transitioned into via the Yusuf Amir scene)
DJ Drama, Gucci Mane, Willy Northpole, & Lonnie Mac - Smoke
Pastor Troy - Georgia Swag
B.O.B - Patron and Swag Freestyle
Ace Hood, Akon, & T-Pain - Overtime
DJ Quik, Kurupt, Problem, & Yo-Yo - Whatcha Wan Do?
Twista, Gucci Mane, & OJ Da Juiceman - Walking on Ice
Red Cafe, Jadakiss, Rick Ross, OJ da Juiceman, Fabolous, Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks, L'orel, Busta Rhymes, and Satan - Hottest in the Hood (Remixes One and Two)
Tony Yayo - In Motion
Satan Jr. - Turn My Swag On (Remix)
Bow Wow - I'm Goin In (Remix)
ScHoolboy Q, Tyga, & Mistah F.A.B. - Can't Wait
Snoop Dogg, Beanie Sigel, Freeway, & Soopafly - Dodo (Remix) [this joint's older but got included on a Snoop tape from around this time, figured I'd still include it]
Killah Priest - 3 6 Freestyle
Nickelus F - SOMEBODY WATCHING ME
Busdriver - Quebec & Back
Freeway - Crack Rap
Sheek Louch, AZ, & Hell Rell - What Up
Nipsey Hussle - Rap Music
Kendrick Lamar & Lil Wayne - Mr. Carter 2 (New Wayne Verse)
Hodgy Beats & Casey Veggies - Pink Magic
Laws - Electric Eel
Nickelus F - Play This on the Radio
U-God & Large Professor - New Classic
Wale, Big Sean, Mike Posner, Ken Starr, & 9th Wonder - Wonder Why
Hilltop Hoods - Fifty in Five
Q-Tip, Kanye West, & Consequence - We Fight We Love (Remix)
50 Cent - I Gotta Win
Raekwon & The Game - Flashback Memories
Tyga - RIP Dolla 
Ja Rule - It's All Hood Now [was supposed to release in 07, but Ja leaked The Mirror in 09, hence its inclusion here]

The Clean Up Hour

The Clean Up Hour, Mix 286 (October 4, 2024): an Ode to 2009, Part 2 of 3

Just put the pen to the pad, don’t you got another verse for your dad?/
Or a million other reasons you pretend that you’re sad?/
Scribble sixteen bars you can throw in the trash/
There’s no getting mad, you’re the one who wanted to rap/
You got a head full of ideas and a knack to create/
But can’t organize your thoughts enough to actually make/
A track that would take, anybody by surprise/
You know it yourself, that’s why you're always hiding your rhymes/
From time to time, you stumble on an actual note/
Something useful, introspective, and objectively dope/
Energized, penning rhymes, then you suddenly froze/
Twice a day is twice a day, the clock is still broke/
Now you’re ticked off/
Go listen to those another shitty rapper you can rip off/
Never make a sound again, I wanna hear a pin fall/
Before you lose your fucking voice, dust your pen off/

I don’t wanna write a hook, I got writers block/
I don’t wanna write a hook, I got writers block/
I don’t wanna write a hook, I got writers block/
…Writers block

You can talk all day, always with something to say/
A joke or a phrase, or something you just thought of today/
You could make your jaw fall off, babble away/
But when you see that blinking line, it’s like a monkey on your spine/
Okay, you write your day away, right or wrong, a change of pace/
Words that tingle up your spine, dribble out your stupid face/
Hardly missing thoughts that rhyme, know that that’s your saving grace/
It’s okay to take your time, no it’s not a fucking race/
Next thing you know it’s been a week or two/
Start to question if you lost the vibe, who are you speaking to/
Wonder really if these words are mine, like can I speak the truth/
When the truth is really hard to find in a vocal booth?/ 
Now your words are choking you, am I just a vessel to be spoken thru?/
Well if I am give me a pen that I can bleed into/
Cus I got things on my mind that I wanna say (like what?)/
It was the lack of words that made me write a verse today/

So when you're sitting alone, stringing letters from the top of your dome/
Playing beats back on repeat trying to get in the zone/
Looking for pieces to complete the shit you already wrote/
Try to give yourself some credit, tho you probably won’t/
Whether it’s problems at home, another fire you stoked/
You gotta try to find the beauty in the eyes that behold/
Writing is digging thru shit in the hopes of finding some gold/
One percent spit out a hit and buy a luxury home/
Something you wanted to say, for which you wanna be known/
You know it won’t be today, because you’re not in the zone/
Now that pen is looking heavy while anxiety grows/
You can barely hold it steady while you're scribbling notes/
Something that nobody knows, have a good time with the bros/
Wondering how this could flow, if you should slip in a joke/
When the depression gets to creeping, creativity chokes/
Only way inside the castle is to swim thru the moat/
For a starving artist, music never stops/
While the well fed sing about writers block/

Writers Block

2024

Produced by Mahtay

https://traktrain.com/mahtay

Lyrics:

I don't miss you, we ain’t never really met/
7&7s, scent of a burning cigarette/
Troubled knowing that I see you when the glass reflects/
And I can feel you in my blood when the habit negs/
People telling me that you were such a great man/
Coulda used some of your lessons in my game plan/
But it’s okay man, I struggled with that shit too/
And knowing better, I’d prolly say that I got it from you/
When I got nothing to do, I try sort thru my brain/
It’s overwhelming so I tend to keep that beast in the cage/
You left me with some fears that fuck with me like every day/
I cycle thru depression, blame, and unexplainable rage/
Don’t know the pain that you felt, or what the time has erased/
I don’t remember your voice, barely remember your face/
Me and my brothers were strays, we drove our mother insane/
Maybe it’s easier for me if you would shoulder the blame/

To all the people that I leave behind/
Know I got you on my mind/
Body and my soul is working overtime/
Didn’t forget, I just hope you know what you meant/
Appreciating all the moments we spent/
Cus you’re immortalized/

A story old as me, now tell me where should we begin/
I shuddered every time I seen you stick the needle in/
When it was sink or swim, I always kept the ships in sight/
Now we commemorate your life under these Christmas lights/
I couldn’t win my fights, and so you had my back/
How you could burn so bright, nobody met your match/
Born with a brilliant mind, set on a perilous path/
Told for the millionth time, them drugs will you tear you in half/
Nobody blames you for that, we barely made it ourselves/
Left our mistakes in the past, nobody gave you the help/
And flipping thru the memories is harder than I can tell/
It's got me talking like I coulda saved you all by myself/
Today we’re all doing well, but you’re just lost to the void/
Amazing stories to tell, the ones I try to avoid/
I wish that I coulda helped, wish there was more than I did/
I'm thinking back to all the people that I loved as a kid/

I think about your sticky notes and paint on plates/
Remember showing you my scribbles and you said they were great/
Illustrations in the class room, failing my grades/
And when I gave up on my drawings, never threw them away/
The only person in my life that had encouraged my art/
And now I hold onto those memories so close to my heart/
When I start, writing a verse it’s like you’re here in my brain/
I’m thankful for the things you gave me, and the blood in my veins/
And if I had more time, I don’t know what I’d say/
I’d love to pick your mind, dementia took you away/
I never got your green thumb, all my plants turn grey/
Guess I was born too young to know Joe and Faye/
And today, it’s hard to think about the people that passed/
I put my feelings in a bottle that I threw in the trash/
And now I’m rummaging thru black bags searching for the memories lost/
God I wonder what the therapy cost/

Left Behind

2024

Produced by Mahtay:

https://traktrain.com/mahtay

(Celebrate this night with me
Although it's not the last time
There's fire inside me
I wanna burn for you tonight)

Started from the bottom and we still here/
Dog limping, debt blimping, good year/
Dull vision, all wishing to disappear/
My boss bitching his bullshit in my good ear/
I spend my money on gas, taxes and lexapro/
I spent my better years on subutex and methadone/
Lunch a diabetic mess on a hoagie roll/
Popping adderall so I can make a coffee, yo/
Outta bed, half dead on the highway/
Same folks, lame jokes, hey Joe, Friday/
Dream about a one day six figure pay raise/ 
Waking up to aching from, being fucked sideways/
Corporations squeeze for the last drop of toothpaste/
They're shaming us to keep us from discussing what we got paid/
Chief a doobie with a newbie from the late crew/
Trying not to have a breakdown in the break room/

Phone buzzing, road running, annoyed/
Shirt buttoned, still fucking, employed/
This dudes bugging, my boss plugged in his third cousin/
He stole something and they gon transfer him to Illinois/
Put my car in park, now it won’t start/
Bezos moving out to Mars, we just play our part/
Knowing in ours head and hearts we should be the star/
While we pay our credit cards with our credit cards/
And whistle dixie to the beat of the oars/
Only us moving the ship but never seeing the shores/
While you scream into a screen about what’s keeping us poor/
Poverty is the disease, they been hoarding the cure/
Instead of fighting for more, we’re just fighting to live/
Fuck an attendance award, you're not allowed to be sick/
While they run off with a check so they can piss in the wind/
They lift the boot off of your neck so you can lick it again, bitch/

Cus we haven’t been paid yet/
For shit we haven’t made yet/
I can’t take a day yet/
I really need my paycheck/
Cus we haven’t been saved yet/
I can’t afford the chain yet/
I haven’t gone insane yet/
I guess I gotta pay rent/

Pay Rent

2024
Produced by GloBeats:

https://globeatsmusic.com

Lyrics:

I count money, you doordash food/
Your girl's warping to the pipe, four dash two/
It's Doug Funny on the mic, all my homies blue/
I'm Steve Burns with my dawgs, can you spot the clues?/
Come and get your girls hands outta my pants/
Sniff a blue V, chase it with a vyvanse/
Stick it up a bitch nose like a Zicam/
She thinking it’s love, Funny Girl, Streisand/
Bitch flex in them acid wash/
You got a face like Shrek but it’s the ass that talks/
I got the Farquad cut and some massive balls/
I’m talking to her like it's coat check, jacket off/
Musk money, fuck the nazi shit/
I’m getting photos of your girl, paparazzi shit/
I think the bitch might blow, kamikaze shit/
I got brains from the hoe, on some zombie shit, yo/

Cus I’m ignorant/
Tryna meet a young lady, pay her rent/
Wanna go to the bar, figure out who are/
But so far I am not impressed/

Kup’s out the psych ward/
Tryna make another wrong move with the right whore/
Not enough to go around, finna make em fight for it/
Spin around, make her wipe me down like a whiteboard/
Time for, some passion sex/
I killed the cat nine times, you can have what’s left/
I fill the glass to the brim, my accountant wept/
I’ll take her ass to the gym, do a thousand reps/
High noon, drank booze with some gay dudes/
Had me screaming like a baboon for some fake boobs/
Gotta win, left it on her skin like a tattoo/
Second wind, hit that shit again, I can rap too/
I’m giving up on the thoughtful raps/
Cus if you tryna blow up, write some awful trash/
I been putting in work like a maniac/
I shoulda did this first, I’m just speaking facts/

Tryna fuck a young bitch with a old trojan/
Fuck her while we stand up, but I’m not joking/
If you see my side chick, we have not spoken/
Suck a short bald dick, blow Rogan/
No time for a call me, maybe/
Got her waiting for the cash like a nepo baby/
Drive a bitch like a Benz, that’s my friend Mercedes/
She a fiend for the Ms, they should call her Shady/
New lady in that see thru shit/
I eat box cus I’m not a misogynist/
So kick rocks if you not tryna slob the dick/
It’s backshots to a thot, that’s just common sense/
Gargle spit, hot and heavy/
If you can’t afford a bitch, pick her up in a Chevy/
And if a bitch don't shave, gotta keep a machete/
I hit her ass with the Reggie when her body is ready/

Ignorant

2024

Produced by GloBeats:

https://globeatsmusic.com

Lyrics:

I’m just feeling fucking happy girl, now how bout you?/
I’m in a wonderful place, I’m a wonderful mood/
And can’t nobody bring me down, I swear to god that it’s true/
Wish I could share this feeling, you’d be wonderful too/
I’m surrounded by the sunshine, rainbows and shit/
And now I’m looking for someone to share my happiness with/
So if you’re feeling fucking happy let’s start making some moves/
The only thing could make me happier is being with you/
I swear to god that I’m not desperate as fuck/
I swear to god I’m not a psycho who’s just down on his luck/
I swear to god there is a heart that beats inside my chest/
And I don’t wanna murder every single person that I’ve ever met/ 

I’m just feeling fucking happy girl, now how bout you?/
I’m in a wonderful place, I’m a wonderful mood/
And can’t nobody bring me down, I swear to god that it’s true/
Wish I could share this feeling, you’d be wonderful too/
And I could see the bright skies on a dark day/
If you would be the sunshine that scares the clouds away/
I’ve always been a little quirky, know I like when it rains/
And we can be happy together for as long as you stay/
And if you leave I hope you know I’ll be fine/
That I will not obsess about you til the ending of time/
Know I think that happiness is just a pillar of health/
I swear to god I never once considered killing myself/

I’m just feeling fucking happy girl, now how bout you?/
I’m in a wonderful place, I’m a wonderful mood/
And can’t nobody bring me down, I swear to god that it’s true/
Wish I could share this feeling, you’d be wonderful too/
I’m surrounded by the sunshine, rainbows and shit/
And now I’m looking for someone to share my happiness with/
So if you’re feeling fucking happy let’s start making some moves/
The only thing could make me happier is being with you/

The Happy Song

Produced by GloBeats:

https://globeatsmusic.com/

Lyrics:

Every day I pass a building with a big glass pane/
Dissolve walls all obscuring your frame/
I see your phone buzzing, lip reading telling people your name/
I miss your face when I can’t see thru the rain, pain/
Stuck at the light, watching wipers move from left to the right/
It flips green, means you’re gone for the night, fuck/
Chest tight, really wishing we could speak from afar/
Don’t even really need to know who you are, damn/
Sometimes it feels like me and you are from a different planet/
Like if I drive right thru the glass you’d maybe understand it/
And if we cross each others paths then I’ma just be candid/
I’d probably just profess my love instead how I planned it/
God dammit, love the hair up, I’m a sucker for red/
The other day I really fucked with your threads, dead/
Thinking of you when waking up has got me stuck in my bed/
I think I fell in love with someone I made up in my head/

Dressed sharp, body sculpted from your knees to your chest/
Suppose to her I’m just a creeper I guess, bet/
To me you’re missing from my life it’s like I need to inject/
We’ve got this barrier between us causing me to reflect/
I put my feelings in this text as if you’d welcome my words/
But if we met you’d think I’m fucking absurd, blurred/
Something is stirred inside my heart I really hope to explore/
But that is not enough for me to open up those doors/
My hearts torn, quick gazes hopes of catching your eye/
Don’t have the courage to wave, the favorite part of my drive/
I know I might seem insane, I’m just a regular guy/
Who wants to smash your window in so I slither inside/
I’m in a bind, maybe one day I should figure this out/
I thought taking of the bus, maybe a whole different route/
I’m really stuck in a rut, thinking of skipping this town/
Maybe it’s better for my health if I just keep you around/

Every day I pass a coffee shop on my way home/
Couple of blocks from where I spotted your dome, roam/
Up to the counter, order java and then I slink in my booth/
My mouth is lava, picking pastry pieces out of my tooth/
I felt loose, dozing off when someone walked in the door/
I swear to god it left my jaw on the floor, score/
This is my chance, use my pants to wipe the sweat from my hands/
It’s been a while but I remember the dance, let’s go/
Excuse me miss, now I don’t mean to interrupt your supper/
But I was wondering if I could maybe get your number/
Silently suffer while I watch you try to form a reply/ 
You wrote your number on a napkin to my shock and surprise/
Now I’m embarrassed thinking back on all those fits of passion/
I must admit you’re not exactly how I had imagined/
The grass is greener, other side is where the cold wind blows/
I liked you more before when I would only see you thru the/

Limerence

This is a banger with featuring Jay Fehrman BEATS and Mizzy, Qwent, and the Butcher on vocals.  Catch the vibe!!  Upcoming track on the Johnny Jetpack LP

Ouchyaelmn

Produced by Buddy
2025

Lyrics:

Stuck inside my head/
And I can’t let you in/
Not til it’s safe again/
I let these bad thoughts pass/
Reflect on all my sins/
I’m trapped behind this mask/
Don’t ask me where I been/
Stuck inside my head/
No I can’t get you out/
But if you leave right now/
I’ll let these bad thoughts win/
I’ll let my demons out/
I feel it in my skin/
I fucking need you now/

Something to say you been keeping from me, it’s fucking tragic/
I miss the days we could see each other without the madness/
I felt your pain, something broken in you, I had to have it/
I’m barely sane, out in the rain, you’re keeping me distracted/
I’m on your mattress, my habits lead me to troubled waters/
Poker face, I just violated your lovely daughter/
Now I’m a goner, love is harder, I’m growing older/
A womanizing piece of shit, I guess nobody told her/
Lay on my shoulder, the consequence of a selfish man/
Only in it for confidence and attention span/
You held my hand, helped me up when they beat me down/
I left you stranded, still wishing that I would see you around/
Weak to the sound, broken hearted, you pull me closer/
Look what you started, just play the part til you fucking ghost her/
It’s never over, feel weak when I see your face/
I guess it speaks to all the memories I tried to erase/

Race to the bottom, you only won cus you beat him there/
Coulda forgot him, you cut him off, he just reappeared/
Another shot, young and dumb enough to lend him an ear/
Covered in rot, guess he forgot that he left you in tears/
Couldn’t conquered his fear, wouldn’t step to the plate/
He never owned up to the damage that he left in his wake/
And every stupid mistake, he just repeats it again/
Blowing his chances, something rancid creeping under his skin/
Blow in the wind, where weather takes me, you seem to follow/
You left me dead, can’t find my head inside this sleepy hollow/
A message in a bottle, but you just block my texts/
You were addicted to the drama, I’m a sucker for sex/
I’ve struggled for less, you hit my number and break me open/
But every time I check the phone I know I’m only hoping/
Barely coping, hold my breath til I take my last/
Like if I wrote the perfect verse then you might take me back

Stuck

First track from an EP we're working on (if I ever finish it)

Produced by Mahtay:

https://traktrain.com/mahtay

Lyrics:

A sea of people I’m drowning out and the musics blaring/
A thousand voices all fighting over the air, I’m swearing/
It’s overwhelming, I’m barely lucid, I hit the chair and/
Momentary glance across the room and seen some ladies staring/
I’m in a mood cus my homies ditched me, I can’t be bothered/
If you’re in need of a broken man, you should calll your father/
It’s time to trade in my solo cup for a bottled water/
Gave myself a moment, sobered up and then it’s my departure/
It’s getting harder, I’m growing jaded, I dap the brothers/
Appreciated the invitation, they’ll be another/
I’ll be the bummer, I’m really bad at just being happy/
Blocking the exit was the girls that was staring at me/
I see them giggle and pointing, one of the ladies laughing/
They broke the huddle, I’m nervous, what is about to happen/
She’s coming at me, she’s mouthing some words that I can’t hear/
She grabbed my hand and started leading me somewhere, oh dear/

I was just about to leave, but you said come with me/
I got somewhere I gotta be, but you said come with me/
I saw the light behind your eyes and now I cannot breathe/
Cus you said come with me, cus you said you come with me/
And I was just about to leave, when you said come with me/
I had somewhere I had to be, when you said come with me/
I saw the light behind your eyes and now I cannot breathe/
Cus you said come with me, how bout you come with me/

She led me round for a couple minutes, it felt like hours/
We’re stepping over the little debbies and debbie downers/
I’m freaking out, are we hooking up, cus I haven’t showered/
Wonder what would made a lady fall for a wallflower?/
She found a room, it was dark and empty, I’m feeling nervous/
Becoming clear that we’re only here for a single purpose/
I said I feel the need to tell you that I’m half a person/
If you ever wanted something more, this not worth it/
I really want you to just consider the circumstances/
I always fuck up my first impressions and second chances/
I’m only hopeless, I’m thorny roses, I’m not romantic/
'preciate that I’m the one you chose, I don’t understand it/
You’re looking at me like your hypnotized, our eyes both lock/
Whatever I was gonna say, I guess my brain just dropped/
Hand on my chest as you push me over and climbed on top/
You kissed my lips, I felt my heartbeat stop/

Come with Me

Eyedea - It's Like That (DNB Flip)

Produced by Masked Man:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Neighbors fighting thru the walls, I can hear em/
Someone else had got involved and now it’s all a wash/
All that time is gone, disappear it all, cannot be resolved//
Then I, heard him just explain it all away/
Talking like it’s just another day/
Nah, I’d never do that to you bae/
It’s all in your head, this is so insane/
And the loud voices drift off and a lightswitch then flicks off//
Take my ear back from the thin wall til the next night when it kicks off//
When a pin falls I can hear not, when that whore comes I’m in earshot//
Then she peels off and the door locks, til his wife’s home then it’s gunshots//

The ups and the downs, the wrongs the rights/
I pray for that couple like every night/
I think of something I could say to his wife/
Or pull him aside, to give him advice/
I don’t/…
There’s milk in the coffee, there’s booze in the kitchen/
The neighbors are fighting, I don’t wanna listen/
They both go to sleep and I start reminiscing/
I made some decisions I don’t wanna own/
They make me a person I don’t wanna be/
I’m out of that prison and now that I’m grown/
This shit got me hurting, disturbing my peace/
I’m grabbing the bottle, I’m twisting the cap/
I dream of tomorrow and sip from the glass/
I’m watching a brother that slipped thru the cracks/
They live in the present, I’m stuck in the past/

You’re dealing with loss, there’s nothing to win/
You’re wearing a cross, it’s burning your skin/
You gotta move on, you let it dissolve/
You’re trapped in those walls, its all paper thin/
Missing back when I could hear em fight/
Thinking maybe he could make it right/
Prolly down another bottle, bitter pill to swallow when you sleep alone at night/
And it’s alright til it’s all wrong and it’s all fights til she moves on/
Hit the gin right til it’s midnight hit the bed right but it’s not warm/
No time to recover, you’re facing it now/
He’s calling your number, he’s pacing around/
He’s pouring another, he falls to the ground/
Neighbors knocking telling me to keep it down/

The Neighbors

Produced by MaskedMan:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Me and my best friends headed for dead ends/
Boutta write that very last message and hit send/
Worry bout some drama if you tryna be misled/
I got some bigger problems than whatever some bitch said/

I guess I’m pissing everybody in the world off/
Ain’t ya daddy teach ya how to treat a girl, dawg?/
I’m in the basement, basically braindead/
Tryna get some girl to drop the knives like I’m K-Fed/
Ay man, learn to love yourself, that’s when freedom comes/
Thru the sickness and the health, I wish you peace and love/
I wish it was as simple as all that/
Now I got some karma in my future like Mallrats/
Aw snap, I get it, I’m not committed/
Ground unstable, I fall back, I didn’t/
Misunderstood, so wave to the critics/
I came for the good, but stayed for the riddance, huh/
I’m on that trash heap, sleep in the back seat/
Paid wage slave, made of liquor and caffeine/
Cradle to the grave, which is quicker to catch sleep/
Neck is to the blade, might be quicker to blast me, blam/

There’s my collection of the women that I used to love/
You acting out for the attention, ain’t give you enough/
Even throughout all the madness, I owe you a hug/
Shoulders heavy like I’m Atlus and I’m bout to shrug/
Forget the drugs, a buzz or a little fame/
Baby I was born with the mic like my middle name/
I penetrate your brittle frame like bullets thru a dinner plate/
I’ll fold a rapper in half then put him back just to set him straight/
I’m on that bad luck, ads at the gas pump/
Pinning all my problems on my past cus my dad sucked/
Tryna a hitch ride inside the back of a Mack truck/
Tryna catch a high, rock bottom me back up/
Aw shucks, never knew the mirror was the face the evil/
Closer than I may appear to all my favorite people/
Never learned to face the fears that made me flick the needle/
Now I’m chasing all those wasted years like lemme write the sequel/

Bigger Problems

Produced by maskedman:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Hide the pain with a balled fist, call missed/
FaceTime turn to time to face it, aww shit/
Casually coexist, codependent hostages/
Tie me down, burn the bridge, this is what adulting is//
Fuck a situationship//

Full of questions that have answers that I already know/
Never present, always make me question where you really go/
Really though, shake you down for clarity, sporadic words/
When the going gets tough, I’m where addict turns/
The yearn to make me wonder, I fight to be your lover/
You’re using me for comfort, I might delete your number/
Pull me under, only love me when the lights are off/
Phone’s dry, use me to survive, then you shrug me off/
Piss drunk, here’s a heads up to your next ex/
Play dumb and follow bread crumbs out to dead ends/
Healing from the loss, surviving knowing love is dead/
Thankful for the moments that you used your words to fill my head/
I see you searching for some shit I think you’ll never find/
Looking for the answer to the yes I will and neverminds/
Blur the lines, kept it casual until it might be real/
Detaching slowly cus I dared to tell you how I feel/

Survive the dry spell, I miss your texts, yeah/
Can’t walk on eggshells, these kicks too fresh, yeah/
I’m such a mess, independently break myself down/
Overanalyze every fucking word that you said now/
I knew inside, you’re barely mine, the rest was only coping/
You change your mind, you hit my line, you the know the door is open/
And maybe I should close it, but are those windows locked?/
I’ll tear it down to the foundation to make it stop/
Was never asking for deeper purpose, just reassurance/
Was never asking for someone perfect, just be my person/
I’m screaming, cursing, I’m hurting knowing that love is dead/
Knowing I can’t ask you to carry me with some broken legs/
Roses red, early Feb, bloody finger, kiss your face/
My throat is aching from imitating some Three Days Grace/
And fuck space, if we wait to pick up the pieces, bet/
Spend a couple months writing raps, hoping we reconnect/

Situationship

Produced by Buddy

https://soundcloud.com/rizztar

Lyrics:

Told her leave the whole bottle, I do not need sips/
I seen some shit along these concrete strips/
From sunny days to when it rains, you know that time still ticks/
And it reminds me we’re all just blips/
I catch a glimpse of their lives, humans just passing me by/
Moments you may overlook, that stick around in my mind/
Another page in they book, only a sentence to mine, not like I’m trying to pry/
No rhyme or reason, I’m just always reading between the lines/
I seen a kid, maybe 5, almost hit by a bus/
Lucky for him, his mother snatched him up/
And she was standing at his side, he bolted off on his own/
He almost died cus she was stuck on her phone/
And just a moment ago, I…/

I seen about a thousand people stepping over a bum/
With one leg, dead asleep while he just cooked in the sun/
I haven’t seen him in a minute, wonder where you are/
But then again, I guess you really couldn’t get too far/
I seen a kid with new kicks, he tried to sell me some dope/
He spilled his bag because his drawstring broke/
The cop was standing on the corner, threw his ass in the cuffs/
Don’t confuse bad karma for luck, I hope he’s cleaning it up/
I saw this girl I used to know, ya know, from way back when/
I used to pray that I would see her again/
I had a chance to say hello, but chose to keep it within/
Another moment, let it blow to the wind/
I let it blow to the wind/

Moment

eyedea - play dead till they kill you

spockz mulder/jaw/eyedea/me$$age/täubling

aa-line

Jesse Jaze aka Jaze is a northern Minnesota hip hop pioneer and DJ, emerging in the scene in 2002 with his group Kritical Kontact. Since 2010, Jaze has been building his solo catalog—performing, booking shows, and DJing across the region. In recent years, he’s expanded into EDM, with a focus on bass-heavy sets and house music. Jaze is also the official DJ for the Duluth Harbor Monsters arena football team, bringing energy to both the field and the dancefloor.

schwärzeste verse seit erfindung der empathie

words that rhyme. producer info in description, please check them out

Archives of The Clean-Up Hour, every Friday at 12:00 AM, hosted by your boy Mophead on CKMS 102.7 Listen here: https://radiowaterloo.ca/listen/

Also doing slowed + reverb music now lol

To those of you looking for the slowed + reverb version of "Benji the Dog" by Mac Miller (RIP), it was copyright claimed after 15,000 plays. If you're desperate for the mp3, dm me here and we can work something out.

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