Valentine (with T-ACK and Haze-E)

Fuck Yo Couch

Open Ya Mind

The Trial

An oldie, revamped into greatness. Tri B and Haze-E used to have a group called 3 Drag Pass (3DP), in which many a kicking tune were made. Of those was Dirt & Ash.

During the recording process of Tri B's album Brighter Than You Think, he thought Dirt & Ash would really fit in on the album. It took awhile, but 3DP got back together to redo one of their best songs.

Tidbit: Even though it was the last song to be recorded for Brighter Than You Think, it is definitely the oldest song on the album. By about seven years!

LYRICS:


[Tri B]
Do I recall what happened long ago?
Do I remember what I was never supposed to know?
Do I recall how everything went down?
Do I remember I how this life came around?
Nature always gets the last laugh as memories flash back
Unless you follow the rightous path and always know how to act
Let's make a pact to never forget
The times we appreciate, and the times we regret
And bet, everything tragic that happened
Will come back so fast, you'd think it was magic
That faggot took her from me
They were so happy together, but I was pissed times infinity
Time goes by and the memory seems to fade
Day by day, new things happen and suddenly go away
All you can do is relax and relapse
Cuz everything comes back, from under dirt and ash

Memories from the past blast back from under dirt and ash
It's my last chance to give a rat's ass

[Haze-E]
So it seems to me that I just can't think
Of the means that be, as the thoughts, they sink
And I'll try to remember, as I slowly dismember
But the things that you sever, everything that I've ever
Been brought upon, forgotten and gone
Went carried on, and it wasn't long
Before this quit, I don't give a shit
I still stand to spit, and in words commit
To a time so dead, a man misled
Inside my head, I can still pretend
That the days gone by, left us deprived
And in these eyes you're seeing signs of suicide
But I don't care, you can stand and stare
Say that you were there when the world fell scared
And you tried to help, watching this hell
As it slowly fell, and you say you couldn't tell

[Tri B]
It pains me to know that a memory will be killed
Memories of enjoyment when our goals were fulfilled
A person I used to know, I can't remember their face
It makes me feel like an unloyal disgrace
I chase away the demons that fuck with the program
They don't care if you remember, even if you give a damn
Scrape away the dirt and ash to find yourself a treasure
A memory that will always bring you pleasure

[Haze-E]
The thoughts, they are, just as they seem
As the memories go passing by and tearing the seams
Of the lifeless man, with the bitter hands
That went forgotten about, under no great demand
Til the time we all get ready to die, we watch it pass us by
And carry on the problems, helping life subside
Will we watch it go on, just to get shit on
By the hating motherfuckers saying we're all wrong?

(I remember everything)




Dirt & Ash (ft. Haze-E)

Perfect Conversations

Produced by Insane Beatz

Lyrics: 

I'd like to think I'm unlike any rapper you'd envision
I walk into the venue and I raise no suspicion
But when I hit the stage they like what the fuck?
This motherfucker is tearing it up
There's gotta be a better way to go about this business
Every decision handed out deters until diminished
If I had half a mind, I'd have half a mind less
That's more than enough I guess, so I digress
I chalk it up to stupidity and bad intentions
Why can't other rappers have they own rad inventions
Rhyme schemes or personas like no other
All's I see is doppleganging motherfuckers
They seem to multiply, these rap cats with they snapbacks
But in my eye, that's a fast track to a backlash
But nope, nope, they don't catch heat
I must be blind cuz I didn't see that spreadsheet, saying:


This is what you gotta do so you can be a rapper
First and foremost, have delusions of grandeur

Rap about nothing but weed and money
You can fuck off if that's what you want from me

And don't forget to say that you're better than everyone
In every verse, every bar of every song


Original or not, you're not the first to kill it
And you won't be the last to develop that skill set 
Whether you chop and/or rhyme polysyllabic
Just remember that it's nothing but a parlor trick 
Be concerned with content, and that's it
All the rest, I consider plastic
And motherfuckers still seem to get a big head
I won't have a big head til I'm bloated and been dead
Don't think you're a king if you're a mere harlequin 
You won't go anywhere unless you have a following
Kings have command over the land
All you command is that mic in your hand
So you best respect it and quit your flexing
There's no humility in the game, It's depressing
The lesson's over, I hope you used a highlighter
If you didn't, here's a little reminder


This is what you gotta do so you can be a rapper
First and foremost, have delusions of grandeur

Talk about a lifestyle, but you're not living it
Oh, and don't forget to disrespect the women

Act like a hard-ass, really you're a sweet heart
Talk about your Lambo, drive a Nissan

Go ahead, make another song about twerking
No seriously, those songs aren't worthless

Believe it or not, this song is steeped in irony
I'm only doing this cuz McDonald's wont hire me

How to Be a Rapper

Farnsworth

LYRICS:

T to the B, call me tuberculosis
I'm starting to lose focus
My head is full of roaches
Sick to my stomach, the end now approaches
I think I'm the closest, time to test my limits	
Vomit up my innocence, relish in the pestilence
I feel it in my ligaments
My atoms separate, the wind'll blow away my filaments
I wish it were that easy
If only this sickness would finally release me
What's the point in feelings? Everything is fucked
I'd rather pop my head like a zit and drown in the pus
But that is not possible
Too many obstacles
And now I'm getting hostile
Stare me down, my eyes'll turn into shotguns
Do you see it on my face, bitch?
Still can't stand the planet, I need a fucking spaceship
Someone just erase it, right out of the galaxy
I lost my mind when it ran off with my sanity
So nothing you do can damage me
Neither you nor your cavalry
I shall shatter thee
With illness, sick shit, assault and battery
Write you off as a small cough
Unimportant like small talk
Rip a tiger's claws off
High five your face and knock your fucking block off
If you got the chops, dawg, we can maybe kick it
I can tell you how I give the bitches rickets
That's the fucking ticket, the ticket's ridiculous
I'm here to fuck life and give it a pearl necklace
I'm just so sick and fucking tired, man
The world's a fucking liar, man
Maybe if I had a tighter plan
I wouldn't be so sick and fucking tired, man

Sick and Tired

Produced by Empty Beatz

LYRICS:

Yo
I live life drenched in anxiety
Scared to death of this pious society
On the sidewalk I march with the zombies silently
Don't look 'em in the face, I can't take 'em eyeing me
Tenser than a brick, I let the speakers kick
All the stress in my day, yet again the weakest link
My armor's got a chink, I don't know what to think
If only I could see what I don't see when I blink
On the whole, we float through the cosmos
It's impossible to ever go slow
Thousands of miles a second, here we go
Yet we're stuck in a rut with seven billion people
Insignificant is an understatement
Yet people are still self-centered, impatient
I need a vacation, rehabilitation
The rest of my life maybe, a rough estimation
Incarcerated into other's contempt
Not a person listening deserves that punishment
You got yourself, that's all you need in this existence
You don't need their hate, like you don't need assistance
You got it on lock, appreciate the good in life
I know it's sometimes hard to follow good advice
But if you take anything away from my ramblings
I hope you listen and understand me when I say that:

Everything in life is a lesson learned
Everything's alright, rest assured
Stand up and shine, change the world
Enlighten, inspire, kiss the girl

Now, what I mean by that is you gotta capture the moment
Carpe diem, and quit your coasting
Wishing and hoping only go so far
You can be a little selfish, go ahead and be the Bogart
Like a blow dart, fly through the atmosphere
If you're comfy in your skin, it doesn't have to be lavish here
There can be magic here, if you're willing to witness
If you're really the realest it's silly to spit it
It's a pity, innit? Sadness, depression
All the self doubt and... second guessing
Relentless resentment, it's not worth the time
With all that darkness you can't learn to shine
It's borne in the mind, it transcends through reality
What you give you get, no matter the banality
It's sad to see so many give in and act a casualty
Our minds are the enemy, my own thoughts battle me
But the real tragedy is when anybody settles
Know this as a certainty: you can reach higher levels
I once thought I couldn't, but look at me now
My feet are on the ground but I can touch the clouds
Karma's come around, it's inevitable
Here's some advice, I said it before
If you take anything away from my ramblings
I hope you listen and understand me when I say that:

Kiss the girl

Kiss the Girl

Produced by The Passion HiFi

LYRICS:

Started as an anthill, now I am a mountain
Almost a volcano with this shit that I'm spouting
Try to find your mouth when they hand the mic to you
Let it flow through you, black magic voodoo, oohhh
Fire-starter on the instrumental, let it sizzle
It'll burn down the hizzle if you understand my riddles
I leave you in the dark, Dungeon Master
You can try to run, but, I'm running faster
I'm such a little rascal, me and my shenanigans
At least my own music is making me a fan again
I'm sick of all the copycats, nothing but twinsies
Money, bitches, shit, bitch please
I kill these beats like it gives me inner peace
Possessed by a demon but I don't need a priest
Three sheets to the wind and I'm high as a kite
I don't know why you don't know why I'm hella fly

I don't know why 
You don't know why
I'm hella fly

One for the music, two to get stupid
Three is for the student who learned how to school it
Never was the cool kid, it isn't my style
But if you see me at a show, I could dig it for awhile
Gimme daps, a high five and a headbutt
And this numbskull'll make you not get up
Put your fist up if you won't be told what to do
If you saw the irony, I'm so very proud of you
Literal subliminal, touching on the physical
I sound the same live as I do in your living room
I hope you get this feeling too, as live as I am
I did it myself, I am my own man
I devised me a plan, I paved me a road
I started walking down it, which way I don't know
At the very end I saw me a sight
A bunch of motherfuckers who don't know I'm hella fly

I don't bust freestyle rhymes
Cuz you don't wanna know what's on my mind
But if you have the time to listen to me paint a picture
You'll witness the universe, beautiful and sinister
I'm up in your neighborhood, passing in a stereo
The beat is a feast and I came to get a bellyful
Quote, unquote, hella fly, alright
Whether you think so or not that's quite alright




Additional vocals by Stamp3d3

Tri B

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