San Dólar

Well I don't wanna be just the sand between your toes
Alone on a beach sans those cheesy sandals ads and those
fake Hollywood dreams with that synthetic silky sheen
(Can we ) Dream up a new dream
And whip up a new scheme?

All they do is spit us out, all they do is spit us out
All they do is spit us out (chew us up) and spit us out

Well you know that enough is never quite enough
We done drained the whole damn swamp and shot Nessie through the heart
We could turn our beets to meat but lost all the salad to the heat
Microwave up a new batch and code a new world from scratch

All we do is
run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run (All we do is)
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run 
run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run (All we do is)
All we do is run , run, run, run, run, run, run, run

And we run around

Everyday they try to hustle us, cant be soft these days gotta toughen up
First they act like they in love with us, until they spit us up and had enough of us
I don't know what the recourse is, they see humans as resources
They get cash and leech of us, in the pursuit of mansions and Porsche's
Speeding through life tryin' to catch a care while running on a treadmill
You could have all the money in the world but one day you gonna be dead still
How you gon' act when things turn upside down and dead real?
When everyone folds n' you standing strong, they act like you in left field
Feeling like I'm Max Sheffield the universe is my nanny
This setup wasn't built for me to win, but I am so they can't stand me
You never gonna stop me dog, you're best bet is that you might ban me
But until then, I'll be on your head, underneath my feet like the sand be

Her Venus-flytrap mouth tries to spit that culture out
It's getting darker in her shady sundown town
A garden, a fence so white, and picket lines that melt
Is this just a daydream, too much L in the bloodstream?

Lyrics, Vox, Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar: L Niño
Bass: L Niño
Mixed, Engineered, Mastered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
Mastered by T Sandwich at Mobley Studios 
© Major Capers, Arunesh Ghosh
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San Dólar

They are Ninjas Now
by: Major Niño
Story: Track 3: We get our ass kicked at the tourney
Lyrics:
(Major Capers)
I was on vacation on a five star island
Trying to relax when all the patrons start eyein'
Cats in all black at the same spot I'm in
At the hotel bar the ninja stars start flyin
I'm sharp and I'm stylin, your style is inferior
Your blade can't touch me with those shoddy materials
I'm well trained, so I was ready when the hell came
You can't rise above us 
I got chops that are like hot knives through butter
Might upper cut a sucker in a tussle pucker up from my knuckle
I'm in the zone now, they saying I need to tone down
Cuz I'm a thousand miles from home now

I was talking wild til I got mowed down
With a bottle of Patron to the dome now I'm toe down
Then I realized I'm alone now, and surrounded looked around and all my dogs are gone wow

(L Niño)
Sunlight hits your eyes again, survey the scene again
Deep breathe in let it begin
Kamikaze mission, showdown with the Shogun
Time slows down let's see who will win

(Major Capers)
Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth
Hand to hand I canned two but couldn't finish all three
I'm on the run jumping fences reckless as all hell
Knocking over tables refusing to call help
Hid behind a bush and I caught a quick breather
Jumped back out and I'm ready to serve ether
Headbutts, punches, elbows, spinning back-kicks
Caught him in the temple and that fool did a backflip

He sent a couple shots back not too shabby
Went to knock him out and then the manager grabbed me
Saying "BREAK IT UP!" Karate chopped him, he ain't waking up
Now I'm right back to facing up

An intense stare down his gaze was devilish
He shot a dart at me, that thang was venomous
I pulled a blade out cuz I aim to end this shit
Before I could even strike I get kicked off the premises

[Sir you have been nothing but a nuisance to this resort GET OUT]

Lyrics, vox, and composition: Major Capers and L Niño / Major Niño
Guitar: L Niño
Produced, Engineered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
© Major Niño 
All Rights Reserved

They Are Ninjas Now

Title: I'm so Fitness
By: Major Niño
Story: Track 2: We train for the tourney, they won't even know what hit 'em
Lyrics:
(L Niño - hook)
I'm so fitness, I'm, I'm so fitness x8

(Mr. Capers - verse)
Woo!
Just hopped out of Crossfit, been trying to get ripped since the McDonald's ball pits.
Whoopin on my competition until they forfeit
When you on the rise everyone wants your portion

I be in the gym doin' reps pumpin iron
These fools say they gettin it in those suckas lyin
Go pound to pound with me you're fuckin dyin
Only speak when I say, I'm fuckin Simon

I'm raising the bar, I'm on the loose
You thinkin that I must be on the juice, not at all!
No delaying or stalling when in the booth
Some may even say that I'm the truth, gotta ball

I'm on the wave, I don't care what your ripple brings
Pierce through the competition like nipple rings
Uh, no time for ball baggery, I put more plates on the bar than an Applebee's

(L Niño)
I'm so fitness, I'm, I'm so fitness x8

(Mr. Capers)
I'm a beast I'm a lion in the wild pouncing
For breakfast I'll have Cheerios and climb mountains
On the treadmill, I got a million miles counting
The Scouter says my power level is over 9000

House protein shakes, like lunchables
In the Zumba class, I'm untouchable
Spin Class? I'll give you the details
When you stop my legs keep spinning like Sprewell's

You more fitness than me? That's hogwash
I do more power cleans than a carwash

You disgracin' the gym, the name of the gym
Boy I stays in the Gym raised in the gym
Dog I bathe in the gym, shave in the gym
You might even think that I'm paid by the gym

But honestly, I'm not gonna front
All I do is lift haven't seen my family in months

Lyrics, vox, and composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar, Bass, Synth: L Niño
Produced, Engineered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
© Major Niño 
All Rights Reserved

I'm So Fitness

Ep. 7 Carpe DM

Suckle on the nib of my ink pen, and drink down my thoughts as they were when I wrote them
Nibble on the words on the tip of my tongue, notes dribble down your mouth when this song is sung

Ooo girl what's up, I'm tryin to holla at ya, kick it, grab some vodka after
Swipin' left and swipin' right and up and down, I've seen it all and had to have ya
I holla'd on the gram, the snap, facebook, pinterest, what's after twitter?
No matter how much mail I send to you, you insist I don't deliver

Don't even try to front with some fixed gear bike, 'cause you ain't ready to get heady with questions like,

Is it bad luck to have got struck by a truck or good luck to have survived?
Is destiny where we're meant to be or where we've just arrived?
x2
  
You curved me hard when I tried to flirt, fallen and cant get up, need life alert
Two first responders 'cause the thirds preposterous, you remind me of my jeep or my first Impala
I just wanna ride beside ya, but you don't even bother to return my calls, thought I was born yesterday and learned to crawl but I got no concerns at all

Guzzle down the puzzles that we solved when we said that these words aint got no meaning and it's all in your head
Keep your eyes open as you try not to blink, you know the pen is kinda sticky icky drips with ink  
 
Lyrics, Vox, Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar: L Niño
Mixed, Engineered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
Mastering Engineer and Mastering Studio: Curtis F. Jones [SoniQ NDRGRND]
© Arunesh Ghosh, Major Capers 
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Microwave Society

Carpe DM

Ep. 6 B98.6

Roll my windows down it's a balmy night, not a single care
The trees all whiz by as my fingers grasp at the summer air

It's all I know x4

Rolling up to Tawasentha Park, down the banks we descend
We're painting with the colors of the wind, around the riverbend
 
Time moves slow x4

Gotta move on from the winter, hang up my coat put the Timbs up
The danger of an idle mind, the devil can't catch me on island time
Reminiscing of past summer's, the times of wild youngster's
The good times and bad blunders, no sleep until the Sun's up

You either found someone that had a pool, play ball all day or play Street Volume II
Now we just work long afternoon's, can't relax 'cause there's always more left to do.
But today I'm gonna chill a little bit, for some reason they get mad if you live a little bit.
Pour me a glass and let it spill a little bit, the fun ain't done baby there's still a little bit.

It's all I know x4

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba x4

Lyrics, Vox, Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar: L Niño
Mixed, Engineered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
Mastering Engineer and Mastering Studio: Curtis F. Jones [SoniQ NDRGRND]
© Arunesh Ghosh, Major Capers 
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B98.6

Ep. 5 L Fin

It's the start of starting over, begin again

Don't blame the blotter you'd been warned to stay away
Now your brain feels hotter, boilin' all the excess fluid away
Your ego melts today

Fresh from the ashes reborn from the dust, realized my wicked ways weren't taking me up
Restructured, and rearranged my life so I could change, the strange and the deranged, to focus and maintain
Looked at my reflection pointed out the blemishes, pros cons and benefits, advancements and settlements
Bounced back from the bottom straight to the top, crabs in the bucket grabbing me, still refusing to stop
Every yard counts on the field, I'm tryin to score, every step I take feeds the hunger, I want more
Stop being a cog in the system, stuck to the floor, I'd rather be in the Caribbean on the shore
Levelin' up, stayin' blessed ain't no devil in us, your bullshit not measuring up
Artificial ingredients, fake lifestyles, and trolls is all they feedin' these days but they don't feed my soul

The emerald leaves in fall turn over x2 
It's the start of starting over, it never ends

Revival, return from what I thought was the end 
In a spiral, no control just flow in the wind
To survival, sun sets but I rise again
Arrival, the day that my life begins
It's clear that they want you to succumb to your fears, you're ugly up in the air but you're fine right here
Don't believe everything that you hear, 'cause Claudius tryin' to pour that poison up in your ear

I veered off the path where many stumbled and crashed
Rose from the valley I'm up the mountain at last 
Some will stall, to fall in the winter, bumblin' fast
Heat it up to spring into action foot in your ass
To my surprise my Timb boot came out clean, the greatest comeback that you've seen
I burned out but the train didn't lose no steam, feel as if I just hopped out a dream

So climb back up, brush the dirt off your shoulders, rinse out the cracks in your mind.
You're growing up, that's fine, but no sense in getting older, just try to keep that spark alive
Ya gotta keep that spark alive

Don't let the microwaves cook you alive

Lyrics, Vox, Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar: L Niño
Mixed, Engineered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
Mastering Engineer and Mastering Studio: Curtis F. Jones [SoniQ NDRGRND]
© Arunesh Ghosh, Major Capers 
All Rights Reserved

L Fin

Ep. 4 .....Microwaves? (feat. Josh Knight)

Yo, yo but like, on a serious note. Like, I feel like, a hundred years from now, people are gonna look back today, like in 2018 and be like "Of course motherfuckers were getting cancer ya had microwaves in ya house!" 'Cause like, what the fuck is a microwave? It's like ya know like a nuclear reacti- I mean, don't know, I failed science so...I dunno, what I'm tryin to say is...I dunno like it's a common myth that if you like stand next to a microwave it might fuck your kid up. And like that's a joke and a myth that we all share and understand. But it has to have some meaning, it has to be true somewhat, I mean...somebody's kid got fucked up by a microwave....I dunno. I mean. I just feel like, when it's on, it's definitely giving us cancer. And then when it's off....I mean what the fuck is it doin? I dunno...I mean, the numbers are still on, so it's gotta be doing something. I-I dunno I'm just really paranoid and uh, I guess what I'm tryin to say is....

Fuck Microwaves.

Lyrics, Vocals: Josh Knight
Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers (Mr. Capers)
Mixed, Engineered, and Recorded by: Major Capers (Mr. Capers)
Arranged by: Arunesh Ghosh (L Niño)
Mastering Engineer and Mastering Studio: Curtis F. Jones [SoniQ NDRGRND]
© Arunesh Ghosh, Major Capers 
All Rights Reserved

...Microwaves? (feat. Josh Knight)

Ep. 3 French Honey

Burning up the candle, from the lack of oxygen
Is it more than you can handle, there's no way that we can win
No way we can win

Thursday night and it's gridlock, running on this hamster wheel think it's 'bout time for a pitstop
Pulled up the to the quick stop to cop me a six-pack, then I saw a snack to make a brotha forget that uh
Closed the fridge now I'm stalling the glance at a pack of honey gum-drops imported from France
Tried one and I was caught in a trance, doesn't matter that the cashier tried to warn my ass in advance

Said "That, french honey warps your mind" 
Said "That honey gonna hit you in your pocket so you cant spot a dime" 
Said "That honey gonna pull your card"
"Honey jealous, even think of other snacks honey keyin' your car!"

"Honey sweet, but it can be a drag"
I said "Shut the hell up, take my money put my things in the bag"
Hopped in the car and dashed in the night, too naive to realize how that honey tried to ruin my life

Take the photo off the mantel, take a swig and take a spin
'Cause you know it's warped and mangled, you're the cushion I'm the pin
And I just take it on the chin

Several months pass and honey's pressin' me, thinkin that I need to invest in other recipes
I play it cool but Honey's got the best of me, day in day out Honey's testin' me
I came home late working OT, walked through the door and Honey's spazzin OD
Sayin "Baby boy you don't know me!" I felt it was best to back away slowly
When dealing with beasts stay low and don't show teeth
But before I knew the scene was lit, tried to bounce but too late things got thick
Sweet turned to sour no chicken, no wings, no ribs

I thought I saw police outside, I closed the blinds turned to honey said "You must be high, been trippin all year!"
Honey said "That's not police that's immigration"
What? How'd she get me deported when I was born here?

I just take it on the chin
Throw it all away in the dustbin
Made of molten metal a heart of tin
Burning down the candle, low oxygen

Lyrics, Vox, Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar: L Niño
Mixed, Engineered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
Mastering Engineer and Mastering Studio: Curtis F. Jones [SoniQ NDRGRND]
© Major Niño 
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French Honey

Ep. 2 Golden Fried

(These social media sites are outta control man, people doin' it all for the likes, the retweets, the reposts, the shares, the comments, the emoji's with the heart eyes, the thumbs up, all that 100 post, all that nonsense
people gotta chill out they're fakin the funk....no deodorant though)

Uh check check it out
You already posting throwback vacay pics, it's the 14th and you flew back on the 6th
Fitness models the same old naked chicks, selling their fit tee's it's all a sick tease
Scrolling down my timeline, the same old thing, everyone's playin it cool but they're goin insane
Things are off in the this life and I scoff at the site of people not showing love but can offer you likes. 

I ran into someone I knew at the store, when I spoke they acted like they never seen be before
Hopped online the next day psh look what I saw, a message "Was that you I saw yesterday around 4?"
Ridiculous! Listen I was shocked and appalled I said "Yup!" Then I hit 'em with the block and report
I got an angry text that could not be ignored, yo I laughed so hard I almost dropped to the floor 

You can run, but you can't hide, cook until golden fried
You can run, but you can't hide, cooked until golden fried 

(No longer hunched I'm back in action baby)

Yo I'm fried from using these phones, in this never-ending scroll fools gold who knows what's real
On the inside you keep secrets locked and sealed but you kill to keep the real you from being revealed
A whole 'nother life when the curtain is peeled back, the facade doesn't trick us from knowing you're still whack.
The world so crazy you'll be dying to shine, smiling in your photos but you're crying inside uh

Show your teeth when you smile wide, look alive but you're dead inside x2

Saccharine sweet cyanide, with a spoonful of honey to make it slide...

Lyrics, Vox, Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar: L Niño
Mixed, Engineered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
Mastering Engineer and Mastering Studio: Curtis F. Jones [SoniQ NDRGRND]
© Arunesh Ghosh, Major Capers 
All Rights Reserved

Golden Fried

Ep. 1 Microwave Society

Oooo girl I see you lookin' at me
Oooo girl you wanna come home with me
Oooo girl I'm just too fly for tv
Oooo girl let's get freaky

Oooo girl Microwave Society x4 

(Foil in the microwave?)
(A fork in the microwave?)
The Microwave, it ain't workin'
(The spoon in the microwave?!)
The Microwave, it ain't workin'
The Microwave, it ain't workin'

Don't grab on it if you ain't ready haha!

Lyrics, Vox, Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar: L Niño
Mixed, Engineered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
Mastering Engineer and Mastering Studio: Curtis F. Jones [SoniQ NDRGRND]
© Arunesh Ghosh, Major Capers 
All Rights Reserved

Microwave Society (Intro)

White on the Screen

Clap your hands everybody, everybody just clap your hands
Pull up to the party, drink in my cup
If you got the loud, roll it up
Fellas on the right, ladies on the left
If you ain't here to ball, then your ass got to step

Weatherman so, what's the forecast yo
Don't give me that snow, if it's stepped on though
Radar is white on the screen, but I'm so squeaky clean
(So fresh and so clean clean, so fresh and so clean, clean, clean)
Yeah you know what I mean? I'm so squeaky clean
(So fresh and so clean clean, so fresh and so clean, clean, clean)

Stepped out the Navigator in black gators
Hit the bar and spent up all of my paper
Dripped in jewels, all gold and bright
Am I the flyest, shoor you right

Got shades on in the black of night even a blind man can see they shakin ass tonight
Got my glass poured up to the brim it's light
Baby I ain't tryin to spend the night

Fool if you ain't sippin' what I'm sippin' you ain't livin right
You broke and tryin to party get your business tight
Might hit the Virgin Islands on a business flight
If you can't see me get your vision right

But back to the lecture at hand
You skipped that that shit so y'all don't understand man
Y'all can't hang with your man damn
Too focused on me ya better pan, fam

So raise your cup up high and say eyo
So raise your cup up high and say eyo
The beat make your brain feel like Jello
So raise your cup up high and say eyo
So raise your cup up high and say eyo
The beat make your brain feel like Jello 

Funk on your head  

Lyrics, Vox, Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar: L Niño
Bass: Michael Amador
Mixed, Engineered, Mastered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
© Arunesh Ghosh, Major Capers 
All Rights Reserved

White on the Screen

White on the Screen

Clap your hands everybody, everybody just clap your hands
Pull up to the party, drink in my cup
If you got the loud, roll it up
Fellas on the right, ladies on the left
If you ain't here to ball, then your ass got to step

Weatherman so, what's the forecast yo
Don't give me that snow, if it's stepped on though
Radar is white on the screen, but I'm so squeaky clean
(So fresh and so clean clean, so fresh and so clean, clean, clean)
Yeah you know what I mean? I'm so squeaky clean
(So fresh and so clean clean, so fresh and so clean, clean, clean)

Stepped out the Navigator in black gators
Hit the bar and spent up all of my paper
Dripped in jewels, all gold and bright
Am I the flyest, shoor you right

Got shades on in the black of night even a blind man can see they shakin a** tonight
Got my glass poured up to the brim it's light
Baby I ain't tryin to spend the night

Fool if you ain't sippin' what I'm sippin' you ain't livin right
You broke and tryin to party get your business tight
Might hit the Virgin Islands on a business flight
If you can't see me get your vision right

But back to the lecture at hand
You skipped that that sh** so y'all don't understand man
Y'all can't hang with your man damn
Too focused on me ya better pan, fam

So raise your cup up high and say eyo
So raise your cup up high and say eyo
The beat make your brain feel like Jello
So raise your cup up high and say eyo
So raise your cup up high and say eyo
The beat make your brain feel like Jello 

Funk on your head  

Lyrics, Vox, Synths, Production and Composition: Major Capers and L Niño (Major Niño)
Guitar: L Niño
Bass: Michael Amador
Mixed, Engineered, Mastered, and Recorded by: Major Capers
© Arunesh Ghosh, Major Capers 
All Rights Reserved

White on the Screen (Radio Edit)

White on the Screen (Radio Edit) [Sans Sycho Sounds Version]

White On The Screen (Radio Edit) [Sans Sycho Sounds Version]

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