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Lyin to Yaself
(LYRICS) 



You ain't, You aint,

Bout that life 



(You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that life, you ain't, you ain't, you ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that life, you ain't, you ain't, you ain't, bout that, bout that, bout that) 



No frauds on this side, I swear I'm good,

Ain't got time for no people acting all Hollywood, 

I put my pants on one leg at a time,

What make you think yours are Betta then mine,

Big money, big booty bitches,

I get those too,

But I ain't gotta get a piece of ass just cause I buy em something new, 

Good looks and a hard body run in my genes, 

So I won't settle for a basic bitch, to get in those jeans, (naaaa) 

Homie why always fronting,

You steady bluffing, 

Stay up on that poker facing,

And showing nothin, 

Shorty why you getting crazy,

I ain't ya husband, 

Should start acting like a lady, 

And quit the cussin, 

From Brooklyn, you could tell just by swag,

I just keep it simple,

Wasn't one to ever brag,

Try to keep it real, 

So you won't see me talking reckless,

Cause Everything you say you got ain't really that impressive 



You said you was a rida,

But you ain't doing nada,

You said you was a model,

But you just poppin bottles, 

You said you was a hustla,

But you ain't doing numbers, 

You lieing to yourself 

(You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that life, you ain't, you ain't, you ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that life, you ain't, you ain't, you ain't, bout that, bout that, bout that) 



Why you acting so boujie like yo shit don't stink,

You ain't smelling like roses baby,

That what you think,

I love me a bad one, especially if she's stacked,

ain't got time to no attitudes, I ain't wit all that,

To get respect, you gotta give respect, and that shit is earned, 

So if you talking like you next in line, you Betta wait yo turn,

I don't care if your that entitled, Betta check yourself, 

Don't make go old school on ya and get my belt, (haaaa)

Shorty why you being shady,

It ain't for all that, 

Pull up in a new Mercedez, 

And get a call back, 

I get that to be successful is an attraction,

But why you gotta be so thirsty,

Wit your reactions,

want it, I ain't knocking all the work, 

Cause if you really live it,

Your deserving of the perks, 

Ain't nothing wrong being humble even when you got it, 

But even if you don't, then why you gotta lie about it.



You said you was a rida,

But you ain't doing nada,

You said you was a model,

But you just poppin bottles, 

You said you was a hustla,

But you ain't doing numbers, 

You lieing to yourself 

(You ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that life, you ain't, you ain't, you ain't bout that life, you ain't bout that life, you ain't, you ain't, you ain't, bout that, bout that, bout that) 



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Lyin To Yaself (Prod. 2one2)(Spotify Link in Bio)

Shout out to Cousin Stizz on a dropping a great project... Here's a remix to Headlock.

Lyrics:

5 got the game in headlock.
Me and rap game got wed-locked.
Really like to rest, but I can't stop.
I'm pouring up a cup and going egg nog.

If I'm not eating or sleeping I'm rapping.
But I never sleep like my place in Manhattan. 
I'm holding the flows like I'm keeping em captive. 
And got so much talent I'm clearing up cap space.

Jones want to me snap like crackle and pop.
And they want me to act like I'm average, I'm not.
Send me any shots I send em' back in a box.
Gift wrapped with a bow, see a tag for the cost. 

Flow illegal, Corey Seager with the 5.
Don't believe it when they see me on my grind. 
And it's all about the 5th letter alphabet. 
So much 5 like it's Cinco of the Mayo.

Now did I made my mark yet? Well I guess not. 
Might take her down to saks 5th ave just to shop.
Got the chase sapphire and my credit line high.
Need my 50,000 points and then I'm all up in the sky (X2)


Might just hit up South America to get my tan on.
Learning ropes, haven't been up in the marching band long.  
I've been walk over beats since the C's had Antoine. 
How I flow, how and I go, it's like I can't do wrong.

And I need everything I'm coming with to be a Bomb threat. 
I need millions coming off like a fuckin' prom dress. 
I want everything I say taken out of context.
Cause its never been my job to make sure you got it.


I just express like an artist does. 
A tight spot, but I park the bus. 
And no one ever sound close to me.
And no one ever sounds close to us.

I'm on M street wasted and wall-eyed. 
Got 10 tapes worth of greats in my archive.
I can't wait gotta blow like a Jaguar.
Set a match in my mouth let the gas pour.


(Hook)

It's time off when I drop, like a mini holiday.
Pure magic when I rhyme, Mr. Penny Hardaway. 
Espolon with a lime and some salt like the lake. 

Mind off in a Place Beyond the Pines when I shake.
I'm not Cooper I'm Ryan Gosling.
Don't need a desk or private office.
I rev the bike like I'm outta options.
Be that way till I hit the coffin.


And the night-time the right time to hit it.
I spent a lifetime faded in the distance. 
I knew I had it more than everybody in the room. 
Because they never had passion I was kicking. 


And they never had the smarts, the will, the heart, the brain, the savvy the list goes on.
And they always put the cart before the horse, that's par for course, knew it wouldn't be long.
And they know I'll never file divorce or climb into court saying I dont even want it.
I'm the one coming up that you hate to love because you know that I'll never go wrong.


I hope you still cheer for me when i make it.
I hope you understand the moves and embrace it. 
I hope you never say you want the "old Maeko" back.
Cause I'm changing, the times are changing 

Some day I might retire and do poetry.
Be the Cisco Rodriguez of this flowing thing.
Sugar Man, Sugar Man, Sugar Maeko.
Head lock up on the game till say they say so.

Headlock Remix

Frank Ocean - Self Control (Jack Henry Remix)

Self Control (Jack Henry Remix)

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sar0wtxmqZg

Off our debut LP, Slap Happy.

Mix & Master by Dave Chapman at Ugly Duck Studios in Brighton, MA

Lyrics:

1st Verse:

Do the carpets,
Match the rugs? (match the drapes)
Your apartment,
Catch the bus. (don't make me wait)
I'm an artist
Fuck the love. (and fuck the hate)
You should listen.
Whats it sound like? (Fuckin great)
Feel the motion.
Listen up (sit up straight)
If it don't make sense,
It might be us. (might be fate)
I can't deal with anything that maybe vibes low
And I'm with all of my dogs I feel like Shiloh.
A people's history
The people come (they come in late)
They bounce to me, I bounce back like I'm Lebron.
Nah... nah 
That was wrong.
I bounce it back like I'm Isaiah, give and go.
They Got me mumbling the melodies.
I come on every beat like I'm from Beverly.
There's hills and valleys,
peaks and thrills and pills and chills,
You try to chew it hurts like there's a cavity.

Like 

She mighta shreaked, at least I kill the beats I got some peace when I release and try to reach the mass so they can see.

Um X4


Dryer sheets.
Try on these.
You aren't fresh enough my friend.
Hi elite.
Hire me.
I would love to slave your ends.
Siamese, I and beats.
We're connected at the hip.
Criminy.
I believe I've been surprising all my friends.
So, when's it end?
When's it stop?
Not for nothing.
Call the cops
Tell em' come.
Bring the swat.
I've been getting off my rocks.
Coleman different on the keys.
Zingg and Livi just appease,
all the ears of all our peers.
And then we put out for release.  
Said who are we?
Funny you should ask, Winona and the riders.
Demo sooner than you think, it's Oklahoma how were grinding. 
Can do Hindu Kamasutra, aphorisms from the Buddha.
Catechisms didn't suit him, cause Jesus didn't do no rhyming. 
So how was I supposed to follow?
All my life I've been a ball of,
Inhibition till I went and dug a calling out the burrow.
And I'm thorough 
Not a rapper, I'm a calculated bastard.
More than anyone I'm faster, quicker, master, flipper, jabber. 
Jacket tight, cadabra abra, cause I dried the shit by acci.
Catch me spinning on the axis, till I'm spinning off the axis of the planet in catastra-
fees to hear me rap should happen.
But see first I need to grab ya.
Get attention like your shoulders and your back,
then get some mentions likes and @s until it's fact we got it mastered

Yeah- 

But it is already.
The kids aren't ready.
We've been building up a brand and a buis already.
Look like lids already,
I'm coming at your dome. 
And i plan to make it crash like you're browsing Google Chrome.
And the spotlights on.
It works like that. 
See the sound might bend,
but the words don't crack.
And around my pen,
it's a firework patch. 
In the middle of the jungle,
Where the lions don't pass.
I don't try to go fast.
That's my default setting.
Making moves for the throne.
Do you see red weddings?
Get with me already. 
Gimme Adderall focus.
Page one for ya soul keep the catalog open

.....And the Fire wood smoking (5X)

Candy Cavities (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Debut LP, Slap Happy.

Mix & Master by Dave Chapman at Ugly Duck Studios in Brighton, MA

Lyrics:

(Hook)
Four tracks down now, track tracks downtown.
This is not your time to waste.
(Hold on a minute what'd you say.) X2

I tell em',
Lemonade stand.
Then break-dance.
All the taste to have the damn place jammed.
Make em' rain dance.
If they can't dance.
They can fake apply like it's a spray tan.
All in sync now.
Gotta think now.
Every time I think I'm on the brink now -
I gotta' come down.
That's the ego. 
But I know we got it going more than these schmoes.

And I know that we can dance until the sun's down.
We can probably keep it going till it's Sunday.
And I know that we can dance until the sunrise.
Migraine, I'm driving off up in a Hyundai.
And we're proof that the aliens exist.
I sat down with my man to make a list.
"What you wanna be before 25?"
I said "you can be anything you pick?"
We just gotta speak the words up in existence.
We just gotta really listen when we listen.
We just gotta see it coming from a distance.
we just gotta really focus on the mission.
Sat down one night, made one track.
Sat down three months, made an LP.
And you know that Jerry's dancing like a fool to it.
Probably laughing and drinking up there with Matt Cream.
I might cough up lightning bugs.
I might jump off typing stuff.
I might let smile hit mouth and shout out that my life is good.
You might be right if you spoke.
You might not like how it sounds.
You gotta be where you are and that might mean standing your ground.
I'm in the place with some love.
Might stay up late with my brothers.
We're all alive and it's wild, just think about how fast we swum.
Keep your alarm out of reach.
You gotta stand on your feet.
You can't be hitting the snooze and we all just wanna be free.

(Bridge)
Ain't mine.
Ain't yours.
Same line.
Same fort.
Same type of day outside today.
(Beautiful)
The clouds came.
They lied.
They said the sun was not behind their shade.
All off, 
the track.
The beaten track.
If we relax and wait (we'd be better off)
Can't fool the world.
Can't lose the pearl.
And you can't fool yourself today.

Hook (X4)

Fresh Never Frozen

Debut LP, Slap Happy.

Mix & Master by Dave Chapman at Ugly Duck Studios in Brighton, MA

Lyrics:

(Intro)
I caught on, before long, I couldn't understand. (X4)

(1st Verse)
Said who knows me? Not myself.
Said ooo slow me, for my my health.
Said who told me, good die young?
Said who's lonely?
Bite your tongue.
And I spin my wheels all day.
And I shrink when I'm feeling grey.
And I hope my acts not stale.
And I hope I don't show up late.
On high notes I get by bolts.
And I coast when I hit west coast.
And I hate when the time zone change.
I get jolt out of my own ways.

(Hook)
Like spilling wine on a cream colored vinyl.
Like low blows when you wanna take the high road.
Like vertigo a hundred feet up on a tightrope. 
Like dancing round trying not to break the china.

Shout dot!
I walk, walk, walk, walk, walk. (X4)

(2nd Verse)
We dream in colors and palettes and I got lavender thoughts.
If I parlay for a palace, it's at the cost of my heart.
If I grab all of my talents, then writing is all that I got.
If I got gun to my head, I'm choosing a life full of art.
If you think you know me well, then well what am I thinking now?
If you got layman with terms well would you tell me go to hell?
If I start laying with you well you'd put me under a spell.
That's why I never came close cause I got a hunch, you can tell.
I dial back, I dial in, I dial like collect calls.
They tried to shoot me to space but I just hung on to a star.
Come on now look at my face and tell me how come did I far.
The drums bleed into the bass, the words bleed into the guitar.

That's so melodic.
That's so cathartic.
That's so pathetic.
That's so disarming.
That's so self-serious.
That's so sub-par for ya.
That's so not memorable.
That's not dishonest.

(Hook) X8

Shout Dot (I Walk)

Debut LP, Slap Happy

Mix & Master by Dave Chapman at Ugly Duck Studios

Lyrics:

Yeah, mhm (repeated)

(1st Verse)
I've been rhyming since the days of climbing fences.
Been threading needles since the 2v2's at Pentz's.
My english teacher told me writing should be life for me.
I can't believe it when I finish up a sentence.

I said more words up on this album than in real life.
If beats accompanied my convos, that'd be real nice.
It must be something like savant syndrome, Walt Whitman.
I feel like Cool Hand Luke, I'm Mr. Paul Newman.

You must have read my mind, I'm out here bugging out.
You  might not quite like us, but know you love the sound.
I let the beat slap words out of my fucking mouth.
If you want hospitality than bring it to the south.

(Hook)
Aye yae yae.
Ay Caramba, if I go under will you pull me out?
(Will you pull me out?)
If I go slumber and then I go under, will you pull me out?
Ay Caramba, if I go under will you pull me out?
(Will you pull me out?)
Ay Caramba said if I go under...

(Bridge)
And it's all smoke.
And I can't see too far ahead of me, when it's all smoke.
And I can't take anything too serious, when it's all jokes.
And I had to learn, unlearn, and then learn everything I know.
And I never swallowed one word so chances are, homie, I won't choke.

(Verse 2)
What you want?
What you need, man? A piece of my life?
I obsess over words, am I piecing them right?
I just slept then emerged when the thesis was right.
And I stole all your hearts like a thief in the night.
A little Oberst, little Duckworth, little Neil Young.
I went covert, jumping in while we were still young.
And here's to the accomplishments, but they're too few.
Winona coming in and fucking up the new school.
With no genre, just happenin', being honest.
With no honors, we'll slap it and do the honors.
I'm coming in with a product and I'm a monster.
With no commas I make an oath and a promise.
It isn't me, I always said appendicitis.
The thoughts don't quell, they only swell like meningitis. 
Dope and dealers.
Smoke and mirrors. 
Coke and feelers, nope.
Hope you hear us.
Don't come near us.
Unless you're used to smoke.
Flint and whiskey
Quick as Ricky Henderson I go.

Do I find shade under money tree though?
I don't think, but it might help.
I don't think that it'll help, but it might help.
I don't know if it'll help, but it might help.
I don't know if it can help, but it might help.

(Outro)
And I don't.
And I can't take anything too serious when it's all jokes.
And I can't swallow one word, I won't choke.
And I can't see too far ahead of me when it's all smoke.
And I never swallowed one word, so chances are homie, I won't choke.

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