Rjd2 Complete Lyrics Archive

B i o g r a p h y
(by Charles Spano)

RJD2's music is a collage of cut-and-paste hip-hop that combines disparate elements to make for soulful, moody portraits of the world. Born in Eugene, OR, on May 27, 1976, he moved to Columbus, OH, a few years later and was raised there. He first busted out onto the hip-hop scene in 1998 — a time when producers were emerging from the shadows to seize the spotlight — as the DJ/producer for the Columbus-based group Megahertz. MHz had two 12" singles released on Bobbito Garcia's Fondle 'Em Records and the group was mentioned in Vibe Magazine's "History of Hip Hop." In 2000, RJD2 produced Copywrite's debut single, "Holier Than Thou," on Rawkus Records. In the spring of 2001, he made his first formal appearance as a solo artist on the Def Jux Presents... compilation, proving he could hold his own alongside such luminaries as Company Flow, El-P, Cannibal Ox, and Aesop Rock. RJD2's debut album, Dead Ringer, followed on Def Jux in 2002. One of the best underground hip-hop releases of the year, it melded dirty samples and a classic approach to song structure for an end result that gave DJ Shadow, DJ Spooky, and Moby a run for their money. Since We Last Spoke followed in 2004.

Notation:

(...?) lyrics I can't figure out
(???) I am unsure about lyrics on this line
{note} notes
[ ] denotes either time stretching or scratching of incapsuled words

Nearly complete list of samples for Dead Ringer :
(rjd2 track, element) - original artist - song

(Smoke & mirrors Intro lyrics) - Marion Black - Who knows
(chicken-bone circuit, talking) - lovage - tea time with maseo
(f.h.h.) - mystic moods orchestra - universal mind
(final frontier, strings) - yes - roundabout
(final frontier, vocals) - evelyn 'champagne' king - the show is over
(find you out, main sample) - tyrone davis - a woman needs to be loved
(ghostwriter) - elliot smith - i didn't understand
(ghostwriter) - walter carlos - time steps
(ghostwriter, horns) - betty wright - secretary
(ghostwriter, violin) - william tell - overture
(here's what's left) - david matthews - silent running
(here's what's left, vocals) - the intruders - memories are here to stay
(june & salud, background) - samson and delilah & the boss city people - there's a dj in your town
(june, guitar)
(let the good time roll) - brian auger - tiger
(let the good times roll pt. 2) - brian auger & the trinity ft. jule driscoll - tiger
(rain) - cannonball adderley - dat dere
(rain, intro) - pink floyd - echoes
(rain, piano) - bobby timmons - dat dere
(rain, vocals) - astrud gilberto - the gentle rain
(shot in the dark, piano) - the incredible hulk - the assassin
(silver fox, vocals, music) - quincy jones - behold, the only thing greater than yourself
(silver fox, vocals, music) - the manhattans - follow your heart
(smoke & mirrors, drums) - steppenwolf - jupiter child
(smoke & mirrors, vocals) cris williamson - waterfall
(the chicken-bone circuit, drums) - mongo santamaria - cold sweat
(the horror) - first moog quartet - hey hey
(the horror) - gershon kingsley - hey, hey
(the horror, horns) - scooby doo theme
(two more dead, horns) - billy eckstine - third child
(two more dead, intro) - syl johnson - concrete reservation
(work, organ) - grover washington jr. - the black frost
(work, vocals) - alvin robinson - something you got

The Horror

[time, time, time, time, time] Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the monster! (monster, monster, monster, monster)

[hey, hey, hey, hey, hey]

[time, time, time, time, time] Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!

[hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey]
I will amuse myself with terror
(amuse myself with terror) (heh heh)
From what graves did I come?
For what evil next was I compounded?
I have time. all the time I needed to put an end to you.
You've come to find me to destroy the monster (monster, monster, monster {only on left channel})
I am real.
[No, No, No] No more.
No one is safe!

[hey, hey, hey, hey, hey]

[time, time, time, time, time] Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!

Salud

[o,o,o]Okay. This is the first record I've made under my own name.
The first one I've made under my own control entirely without anyone else telling me what to do in certain places.
Some of the stuff I like very much. Some of the stuff I quite like. and I don't hate any of it, so I've settled for this... music.
I can't decide which piece to start with, so I won't start with any of [the piece, i've already started.]
I hope you like what you hear [hear,hear,hear,hear,hear...]

Smoke & Mirrors

Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Maybe sunshine and maybe rain
But as for me I'll wait and see
Maybe it'll bring my love to me, no

Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Maybe sunshine and maybe rain
But as for me I'll wait and see
Maybe it'll bring my love to me, no

Sometimes it takes a rainy day
Just to let you know
Everything's gonna be alright
Alright

Good Times Roll Pt.2

Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard the soul for sound [part one.]
Now, part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo] {both at the same time}
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo] {both at the same time}

Part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

Part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

Part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

[noooo,noooo,noooo] {fade out}

Drifter went into my mama,
Before I was born.

"You got a poor child comin',
and the world's gonna know."

got my black cat (bone).
got my mojo too.

(tricked all he came in)
"I'm gonna mess with you."

Drifter went into my mama,
Before I was born.

"You got a poor child comin',
and the world's gonna know."

got my black cat (bone).
got my mojo too.

(tricked all he came in)
"I'm gonna mess with you."

part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

[noooo,noooo,noooo] {fade out}

[i,i,i,i,i]
[wah!]

[yea, yea, yea] {random scratching}

Just won't work (no more). {x5}

Final Frontier

( Featuring Blueprint on vocals )

Yeah, what up
[the show is over]
Welcome to the final frontier
Soul Position
RJD2 on the beats plus myself, Blueprint, on the
rhymes
[the show is over]
Live and direct

We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier

We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
Life begins when the record spins and ends
When blended into the next with scratches
RJ constructs the canvas, I find a color that matches
Outline the rhyme and increase the content
Blueprint the piece that completes the concepts
Sequence the song steps to make it more complex
Soul Position in, sole possession of
Poll position, hold your breath and listen
While I resurrect these twenty-six letters
A lesson to beginners that tend to pale in comparisson
You're not ill, and if you are
[My notepad's full of medicine]
Plus my freestyle is [Excedrin]
Take two hours and call me back with a new style
[And show me you're prepared for the final frontier]

We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier

[We breathe adrenaline,] elevate organically [right]
My pen like a turntable arm moves mechanically
Even when the groove shifts or skips dramatically
I accurately etch out my welded fine fantasy
Across a skyline covered with sound
I move into position like a cumulus cloud
Acid rain slang still a part of my emosis
My first demo, known to soak instrumentals
With brainstorms, capable to break in the calm
Created by strange tongues that praise the norm
But while they make a living giving false testimony
I often impress the ceremony with an exercise in exorcism
First I ride the rhythm, then I spit a venomous
Open mic sermon for the trife vermon
That had a hard time learnin'
How to properly prepare for the final frontier

We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier

We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
Escaping out of milk crates with modern-day tragedies
Of lost verse, or crews you coulda looped first
But refuse to do the work when the whistle blew
So in a world dominated by the digital
The metrinome I listen to beats inside of my chest
It speeds up with a level of stress
It's built to last, but analog at best
Ingest another measurement of time served
My lifeline swerves kinda like a sine curve
Time blurs, during my breakneck ascend
To apex and then slows during my lows
Tone-deaf soundmen work my shows
The ass of my artform's always exposed
But I'm inspired by the front rows
They're the reason I prepared for the final frontier

We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
[the show is over]
[the show is over]
[the show is over]

Ghostwriter

--in strum mental--

{words denoted}

-Lord I know.
-oh yeah.
-you.

Cut Out To Fl.

Girl :
Is there something wrong?

Guy :
Ahhh.... I was just sorta, you know, thinkin' about tomorrow.

Girl :
Tomorrow?

Guy :
The lawyer said I'll probably get off; you know, probation or something like that
But he might be saying that afraid i'll jump bail and take off.

Girl :
What are you gonna do?

Guy :
I was thinking about cutting out to Florida tonight. [night,night,night,night]

Guy :
(i said) I'm thinking about getting lost down there.
You know, it's real warm down there;
[if i moved down there i could get a blanket and sleep]
Out on the beaches at night.

Girl :
Where will i find you? (what if i want you?)

Guy :
Yeah but hmm... I'm used to being independant
I couldn't be put in a cage or anything
And besides, you'll never wait.

Girl :
Yes I will.

Guy :
You say that now, but you don't really mean that.

Girl :
I will. i promise i will. [promise i will] {fade out}

F.H.H.

( Featuring Jakki Da Motamouth on Vocals )

{chorus}
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip hop!'
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?
It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth

Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats
So it don't sound like another brother's rap
I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren't able to bite
What I bring to the table is height
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got
Reason I'm hot, there's no other raw season of pot
While most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101
Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun
Not following rules, swallowing crews
Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps
To all you fake dictionary MCs, get off that
Half of y'all don't understand your own rhymes and soft batch
They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street
Take away their dope beat, let 'em rhyme and they weak
And the mic can be a decieving device
Muffle your rhymes so they ain't clear and concise
Have niggas thinking you nice

With battle I'll crack all your gear and all your wack raps
You can't be saved by your babbling or your backpack
Doing it for the love is great but you fake
And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make

{chorus}
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip hop!'
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?
It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth

Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping
For some clown they don't understand
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he's hip hop

Y'all convincing me that most of y'all are brainwashed
Dug in old hip-hop history
Some cats are crap without their tracks 'cause they weak
I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit
When even they family got a tape and they won't open the shit

I got a big mouth and I ain't scared to use it
One person's key style allows everyone to abuse it
So what the fuckk is your definition of underground?
Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound

Well I ain't part of that, I'm tired of rapper's garbage
I'm the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit
And I can take a nigga out regardless
You can bring your hardest artists and I'll make 'em heartless

Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that
Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack
And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends for
Don't fuck around with me, if you can only fuck with keyboards

Just 'cause lazy niggas use recognisable material
Don't mean the dope samples are not original
'Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks
Keyboard beats aren't that original, lets face facts

That shit was overused in the G-funk era
Don't give me that excuse, real MCs want better
You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder
Like kids who think they words rhyme 'cause they the suffix

Must bitch niggas be fragile with facts
You bragging 'bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap
What you angry for, and acting all tense
If you innocent be cool, only the guilty's catching offense

{chorus}
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip hop!'
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?
It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth

Shot In The Dark

[shoot to ki-kill, to-kill] {x4}

[shoot to kill]

Chief :
Let's go.

Officer 1 :
He's got his hands up, Chief. Take it easy.

Chief :
Alright you!

Man :
No need to shoot me officer, I was just--

Chief :
Don't you be tellin' me what not to do, man.
Just walk foward and keep them hands high.

Man :
I saw the man... the assalant.

Chief :
Shut your mouth.

Man :
But I was just chasing him

Chief :
I told you shut your mouth! (Phantom) arrest him.

Officer 2 :
He's clean.

Chief :
Cuff him.

Man :
But wait, I'm not the one you're looking for.

Chief :
Shut your mouth, boy!

Man :
You're making a mistake officer.
The man you want is getting away.
He's about 5'7". [5'7"] He weighs---

Chief :
Get him in the car!

Man :
Now look, my name is Benson.
I just got here from-- {punch in face}

Chief :
I asked you to shut your mouth, boy.
[mouth boy] You gonna do it? [do it]

Chicken-Bone Circuit

{women @ ~1:20}

Woman 1 :
They really (slaggy)... wasn't just the one.
I mean, they were really great.

Woman 2 :
And the hair attraction

Woman 3 :
They were little boys and they were cute

Woman 4 :
But when he first came to town... last night

Woman 5 :
{laughs} the full clattered jaw...
And he's the guy with the hit record.
'Cause there is a definate (...?) breed in the music.
Some chicks were really fooled.
The Beatles really started with (a lot of people started with) something else.
And it's the influx of english roots (...?)

Woman 3 :
They were little boys and they were cute

Woman 5 :
The full clattered jaw

Woman 2 :
And the (hair) attraction

Woman 4 :
And they played records.

Woman 6 :
It's better when a group isn't playing

Woman 7 :
Just went to the music

2 More Dead

Two more dead {x5}
(I've got you) {x2}

Two more dead {x7}
(I've got you)

[get nice ya'll] {x5} [ya'll,ya'll,ya'll,ya'll] {fade out}

Woahh... we're gonna do. is. where we gonna go?
Aww yea. oh... aww yea.
Ahhh... we're gonna do. is. where we gonna go?
Run away.
What we gonna do? ohhhh
Oh... I'm down on my knees. ahh yea
Run away.
I ain't hard, lord no.
Ohhhh.

Two more dead {x5}

Oooo {x9} {fade out}

Take The Picture Off

[brain damage]
[oh shit]
([trouble])

Sellin' a lot of records
But he'd sell a lot more, man
If he'd take his picture off the cover.

( Featuring Copywrite on vocals )

RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much shit on my mind
From fake motherfuckers to my future I'm trying to get in line

And doing Hip Hop in this life and time
Ain't all nice and fine
At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme
Full of punchlines and jokes
Fuck-ups and punch-ins
It's like I just can't get shit right
The first time or somethin'

When no one knows your name
And your vinyl's still in stores
Once you get a little life
Through arguing over who feels it more

We got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbage
Wanting to keep you for their personal private artist
We don't do shit for the clubs -
It's for us 45's go RJ's archaeologist diggin 'em up
And I'm the saint sent {Saint-Saens}
To vinyl when it gets set to bash
And it's for life until my final mic check is cashed

Yo
I can't fully become my mother's guiding light
Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is like

I keep the things you taught trapped in mind
I know you cared even though you weren't here half the time
But who am I to blame
I'd probably do the same in your shoes
I never held that against you
Complained or assumed
You never went through what I'm living

Hell who am I kidding?
Depression is practically
A part of family tradition
So I keep the time we shared close

It sucks to lose
It also sucks we had to share the month of june
I woulda shared eternal time before I left
Each month I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your death

Work

Something you got baby,
Makes me work all day,
Something you got,
Keep me bringing you all my things.

Something you got baby,
Makes me work all day,
Something you got,
Keep me bringing you all my things.

Something you got baby
Makes me work all day
Something you got
Keep me bringing you all my things

Something you got baby
You oughta know
I said, my my
Oh oh
I love you so. [so, so, so, so, so] {fade out}

from B.B. King's Something You Got

Hidden Track

You are gone.
I'm so all alone.
Here's what's left of my happy home.

"She'll be back"
That's what i said
As i stare at the ceiling.

'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby.
'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby. [baby,baby,baby,baby,baby] {fade out}

'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby.
'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby.

You are gone.
I'm so all alone.
Here's what's left of my happy home.

"She'll be back"
That's what i said
As i stare at the ceiling.

'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby.
'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby. [baby,baby,baby,baby,baby] {fade out}

Exotic Talk

[ooo yea ooh]
[ohh lah lah lah]

(x3, repeated three time)
it's the song
this is the time
it's the sound (???)
(...?)

1976

Istanbul
...denn schön nach...
Istanbul
...doch weit und...
Ich sah nur Deine braunen...
...denn schön nach...
Istanbul
...doch weit und...

[2x]
Da sah ich Deine braunen Augen

Istanbul
...denn schön nach...
Istanbul
...doch weit und...
Ich sah nur Deine braunen...
...denn schön nach...
Istanbul
...doch weit und...

Da sah ich Deine braunen Augen
Ich sah nur Deine braunen Augen

--- Information ---

1, 2... 1 2 3 4 [oooh! ahh!]

{during the first 25 seconds it sounds like there's an "uhn" with the snare hit}

And now,
Don't pull me down on you.
I be the woman of a consume.
Comes from the saught desires,
I can be loved.
Follow those pleasures,
There she goes.
Please lover stay.

(eyyy AHHH!) x4 {AHHH! is faded out with the snare hits}
{the below onomatopoeia-type samples occur during this next lyrics section, but are very low in volume. Same with below}

My love for a woman from (...?). (???) (x2)
I be the woman of a consume.

(x5)
Ahh!
Jump up!

Ahh!
[pu pmuJ]

Ahh!
Jump up!

OHHHH! {only four time}

{Verse}
My love for a woman from (...?). (???) (x2)
I be the woman of a consume.

Making Days Longer

( Vocals - Rjd2 )

It's nice to hear you say "Hello,"
"How are things with you?"
"I love you."

But very soon it's time to go.
An office job to do,
And I'll be writing songs for you.

It's nice to hear your voice again.
I've waited all day long,
Even wrote a song for you.

It's strange the way you make me feel,
With just a word or two.
I'd like to do the same for you.

Strange how a phone call can change your day,
Take you away.
Away from the feeling of being alone,
That's the telephone.

(verse)

Someone's Second Kiss

Alright! [(whistling)]

(x2)
What may be,
We've been here (forever)

What may be,
...of this place, yea. (???)

After knowing,
Which way you going?

Out of this place, yea.
We've been here so long.

[We're goin'] {several times to fade out}

To All of You

To all you kind!
And to all of you sad!
To all of you ladies,
And you call yourself playing.

Ain't nobody knows the game you wanna play,
believe me when I say.

Let's keep some good!

To all you kind!
And to all of you sad!
To all of you ladies,
And you caught yourself playing.
And especially to all of your living! Living! Living!
And you call yourselves pimping.

To all you kind!
And to all of you sad
And especially to all of your living! Living! Living!
And you call yourselves pimping.

[Play that beat.]
[Hard day.]

Clean Living

Everything you are to me.
Makes me think that you could be,
The end to all my...

Everything you touch turns right.
Underneath your very eyes. (???)

Everybody's life rolls by,
Like a melancholy song.
Can you see me differently?
I believe that you see Me.

Everything you are to me.
Makes me think that you could be,
The end to all my...

Everything you touch turns right.
Underneath your very eyes. (???)

Intro

Wait a minute!
I forgot my introduction!

in-in-in tro-duction duc-duc duction

Here it is, everyone else... thank you.

Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you very much.... welcome.

Is everybody feelin alright?
Is everybody feelin alright?!

Right on!

Say 'Hell yea!'
Hell yea...

Say 'Hell yea!'
Hell yea...

I'm alright! Yea!

Ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you very much.

Welcome to the album.

As you know I play records in the air,
And about two years ago, a record plugger brought me a record and played it for me.
And I said, 'you must be out of your mind!'

Through the Walls

(verse x2)
Girl I know you won't come back.
I've got to get a hold of this.
But if it won't work out,
What will I do?

If I could have my way you would,
Be just a memory to fade,
Until that no one here would ever find.

Girl I know you won't come back.
I've got to get a hold of this.
But if it won't work out,
What will I do?

Could've loved you.
What will I do?

One Day

I know I said it,
Many times before
I've always said that some day i'd leave,
And never come back no more.

Maybe one day,
I have the strength to leave.
I know you told all your friends.
What a fool, he'll always be.

But as soon as i try,
Something takes a hold of me inside.
Yes, it does.
Oh baby!

Can't let [go]

I'm not trying to threaten you baby,
That's not something i would do.
But maybe the thought of losing me,
Should show you i'm your fool.

Maybe one day,
I have the strength to leave.
I know you told all your friends.
What a fool, he'll always be.

But as soon as i try,
Something takes a hold of me inside.
Yes, it does.
Oh baby!

Can't let [go]

I've been a [fool]! (x6) {fade out}

On m'envoie-t-à l'arbre, c'est pour y cueillir
Au chant de l'alouette

On m'envoie-t-à l'arbre, c'est pour y cueillir

Je n'ai point cueilli, j'ai cherché des nids
Au chant de l'alouette

Au chant de l'alouette, je veille et je dors
J'écoute l'alouette et puis je m'endors

The Third Hand

You Never Had It So Good

I wanna give you the full regalia
No stone unturned to please this woman
So can you keep the buzzing to yourself
'Cause when it starts Mr. Nice Guy's done

Now I don't mind your mother's talk
Maybe I should
I really need your men to stop
You never had it so good

Now she can get plump off a beer and meatloaf
One lost a tooth, but kept a nice grin
Bought two pairs of shoes just for one weekend

Now I don't mind your mother's talk
Maybe I should
I really need your men to stop
You never had it so good

We grew up quick
We get drunk quick
We got smart shoes quick
So lets slow down
We can ill afford to live alone

We grew up quick
We get drunk quick
We got smart shoes quick
So lets slow down
We can ill afford to live alone

Now I don't mind your mother's talk
Maybe I should
I really need your men to stop
You never had it so good

Have Mercy

My goodness
I've been waiting for a train all morning
Lord Almighty
I got a downtown job to get to
Oh please
Got no car to bring me

God damn it
Now who's the strike really getting back at

Lord have mercy
Have mercy have mercy
On these poor fools
Lord have mercy
Have mercy have mercy
'Cause I'm one too

Lord have mercy
Have mercy have mercy
On these poor fools
Lord have mercy
Have mercy have mercy
'Cause I'm one too

My goodness
I've been waiting for a cheque all morning
Lord Almighty
Got healthcare bills to get to
Oh please
I'm praying you to do
But I guess it's getting back at you
God damn it

Lord have mercy
Have mercy have mercy
On these poor fools
Lord have mercy
Have mercy have mercy
'Cause I'm one too

Reality

Reality
(Don't ever change
Don't let me change a thing)

I keep your letters
I save your messages
It's a beautiful scene
I can find
A method to keep time from resuming

Reality
Don't let me change
(One thing)
Reality
Don't let me change
(One thing)

I don't take pictures
I don't know chivalry
I watch you sleep
If I can't find
A method to just keep time from moving
Maybe I can sleep

Reality
(Don't ever change
Don't let me change a thing)
Reality
(Don't ever change
Don't let me change a thing)

Work It Out

Take it easy
Don't worry 'bout it
I got this
I got this
Let me work it out
Let me work it out
Take it easy
Take it easy
Take it easy
Don't let me bother you
Nope no nope no no
Don't let me bother you
Nope no nope no no
Easy
Easy
Don't worry 'bout it
I got this
I got this
Let me work it out
Let me work it out
Take it easy
Don't let bother you
I got this
I got this
Let me work it out
Let me work it out
Take it easy...

Laws of the Gods

When the caution voice
Are just another part of you
It's time to put down your TV

When the bedsores
Don't even bother you
Open the shades a peek

Whoa, lazy man
You broke the laws of the gods
Whoa-oh, lazy man
You broke the laws of the gods

If you lay awake at night
And you shit where you sleep
Don't get a job, go get a few
Don't come home for a week

We would see it that

Whoa, lazy man
You broke the laws of the gods
Whoa-oh, lazy man
You broke the laws of the gods

Whoa, lazy man
You broke the laws of the gods
Whoa-oh, lazy man
You broke the laws of the gods

History, science, philosophy
These channels all deserve a platinum trophy
Or an Emmy

Whoa, trust that I love TV too
Whoa, trust that I love TV too

Someday

This is a wonderful time
We made for us
Let's spend rest of it close
You're my ticket to the sun
Someday I'm gonna make girl a wife
Someday I'm gonna make girl a wife..

Beyond the Beyond

This good thing will soon be ending
Beyond the beyond, beyond the beyond
These cold winds will leave you empty
Beyond the beyond, beyond the beyond

This good thing will soon be ending
Beyond the beyond, beyond the beyond
These cold winds will leave you empty
Beyond the beyond, beyond the beyond

This good thing will soon be ending
Beyond the beyond, beyond the beyond
These cold winds will leave you empty
Beyond the beyond, beyond the beyond

This good thing will soon be ending
Beyond the beyond, beyond the beyond
These cold winds will leave you empty
Beyond the beyond, beyond the beyond

Sweet Piece

It's too easy
It's just too easy
You made it easy
Just too damn easy
Just believe it
No resistance
No longer needed
Sorry you missed us
Please understand it
We just can't have it in the family

Sweet piece
I knew her cousin
She'd been over and over and over and over

Sweet piece
Who knew she wasn't
She'd been over and over and over and over

Little princess with memories gone bad
You should ask him about the dates she had
Mr. Legend, Dr. Civic, and Mr. Lexus
Don't think I'm bothered, what you is gonna be
I'm not your father, thank God it's not me
So call up Maurice
Let 'm know you've got a story to te

Sweet piece
I knew her cousin
She'd been over and over and over and over

Sweet piece
Who knew she wasn't
She'd been over and over and over and over...

Rules for Normal Living

And don't
Ever
Be afraid
Of a little label

And don't
Ever
Forget
To tell your woman she's your favorite

Oh, she's your favorite
Oh, she's your favorite
Oh, she's your favorite
Oh, she's your favorite

Just When

You had such a pleasant evening
And I was happy to oblige
If we both feel great about things
Why's it not the time

In my early years
I was terrified
Now I'm a grown man
I see it would be so nice

Just when, just when
I don't mean to push the issue
There's no young'uns without you
Just when, just when
I need a little one to pass the name on
Before I'm dead and gone

Now we both like sunsets and scented candles
And this'll only hurt a long time from now
All the housework I can handle
You can just try motherhood out
We could be a family
Love some family planning

Just when, just when
I don't mean to push the issue
There's no young'uns without you
Just when, just when
I need a little one to pass the name on
Before I'm dead and gone

In my early years
I was terrified
Now I'm a grown man
I see it would be so nice

Just when, just when
I don't mean to push the issue
There's no young'uns without you
Just when, just when
I need a little one to pass the name on
Before I'm dead and gone

The Evening Gospel

The evening gospel for you
Thunder and lightning in a big black box
Sun's gone down, fantasies in a great cemetary
Keeping time, with you in a room with no windows
Your eyes like, glitter in the dark

Games You Can Win

(Featuring Kenna)

You greenhorns might cruise your way
From the basement at mom's
To a little face time someday
With the man and the clowns, but

Will it last long
Long
But will it last long
Long

Path of ambition's a field of gray
But then it won't clear
And the decisions that make grown men cry
Are waiting right here

In the wings to appear
Appear
In the wings to appear
Appear

Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin

Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin

Nobody gets to know the one right way
'Til they do the wrong ones
You can only foresee your own quaint
Little fears and problems

In the hopes to become
Become
In the hopes to become
Become

And with his own handicap at hand
He's a reckoning force
He'll eat alive all the young he sees
Who aspire to be

The proud and the sure
The sure
The proud and the sure
The sure

Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin

Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin

Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin

Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in
Only play the games you can win

Let's begin
Let's begin
Let's begin
Let's begin
Let's begin
Let's begin

The Glow

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
The clothes are neat
The women are beautiful

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
The stride is long
We got somewhere to go

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
We take weekends
Up in the Poconos

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
The pocket's full
The wad is set to blow

No need to vote
Business leans our way
No need to drive the block
We got valets
The work is lucrative
It's done with ease
No point in wishin' when
Weather always clears

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
We don't pay tax
We pay to get loopholes

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
Future's good
When there's nothin' else left to know

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
Skin is bronzed
The wrist is bathed in gold

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
If you serve us
The tippin' is mighty low

The steak is rare
Tablecloths are real
Breathe the clean air
Accounts are overseas
The crowd's all part
As we come through
The hangers-on
All come around to mooch

Come around to mooch

Our friendships end in a petty clash
We make new friends and they won't last
Let's celebrate this life of leisure
Who really cares if it lasts either

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
The clothes are neat
The women are beautiful

Got the glow!
We got the Glow!
The stride is long
Cause we got somewhere to go

The Shining Path

(Featuring Phonte)

If your friends only knew
How bad they stare
By not being you
There would be bloodshed
So you keep it to yourself
The comfortable life you live
Don't make it look easy
Hide the means you achieve

It's a shining path of light
Through your secrets
It's a shining path in your mind
To run free

If you walk among them
As a comrade
They won't see the albatross
That lives in your shadow
But maybe your worry
Is just a red herring
And all this time you're
The only one caring

Crumbs Off The Table

(Featuring Son Little)

Ain't no time for pride these days
Put one foot down, then step in place
It's a cold world we're livin' in, here
Makes you wonder how the hell we got here
Ways you knew, to earn your keep
Just don't work now -- a change in scene
It's all the same, city to city
You can't hold out on the [unintelligible]

I'll walk it off, if this dream's just a fable
But if it ain't
You need it done, I do my thing before they would
I don't mind, I take the crumbs up off the table
If it gets me to the table to eat at all

'Bout to feel some real hard times
Might get raw for yours and mine
Don't let your spirit get to thinkin'
Might find yourself up on the brink, and
If you see your folks need you
Do whatever you've got to do
There's fire and brimstone in these four walls
And your diamond will is gonna rub off

I'll walk it off
If it gets too cold, I'll walk it off
It won't take my soul, I'll walk it off
However long the road

A Son’s Cycle

(Featuring NP, Catalyst (Producer) & Illogic)

Good morning
They say I'm over the hill, but get real
Cause I ain't even 24 yet
It's a new day, bringing the heat to your doorstep
Get your alarm set
The way a nigga shine it can burn skin
I'm only growing brighter as the world spin
Up in the morning while you snoring in bed
I'm making moves on the come-up while you yawning instead
So late that when it dawned on you
I'm a bigger star than you
Somehow, I'll still probably be over your head
Cause it's my time
No, I mean, it's my time
And right now can't nothing else eclipse my shine
It's too colorful
As hard as artists try to recreate what I do
Can't duplicate, So I'm sonning you

I know you sleeping if you don't feel me
Gotta be sleeping if you don't feel me
East coast to worldwide
All sleeping if they don't feel me
I know you sleeping if you don't feel me

I was shining, riding high for what it's worth
The words in my mouth were like sunlight to warm the earth
The world witnessed my rise so it was hard to hide
The brilliance that I projected from those piercing eyes
The horizon is my stage it's like I'm standing on the ocean
Now I'm floating free, my presence alone makes history daily
Everyone's a critic but it was easy to see
Without a doubt that the worlds revolve around me
At my peak, my zenith, every dream I had came true
Thus far, I mean, how many people become stars
This cycle is changing me I'm no longer the same
Just ninety-three million miles ahead of the game

You see
It was all good just a week ago
So I need to know how can one cease to glow
I once reached a globe
???
Now they think son weak so they treat me cold
Feels like I have no choice
So I sink below
And fade to black
Like peace, I'm ghost
I laid my tracks
And brought heat to folks
But state the facts
You see, from the east I rose
Then I broke from my leash
So this beast could roll
My buzz would increase
Cause my streak was long
But the love I once received
Don't seem as strong
It's like they had enough of me
I can't believe it's gone

I couldn't believe it, just like that
Everything was gone, it was all over
He's gone, he's gone
Everything was gone
He's gone, he's gone, he's gone
Everything was gone
He's gone, he's gone
Everything was gone
He's gone, he's gone, he's gone
Everything was gone

Gypsy Caravan

Downtown on a thirteen train
A free ride hangin' off the frame
These people been waiting years and years
They been up drinkin' beers and beers
I came along for the sights to see
They came down for the victory
A molotov cocktail ready to jam
We came in like a gypsy caravan!

Run for the hills hide your gold
They got sticks that'll break your bones
Tippin' cars like dominoes
No stoppin' when they're in the throes
Lootin' places in the old city
It's like the moment's on lsd
God came down to kick the can
And all he saw was a gypsy caravan!

No regard for tomorrow's comeback
Leavin' nothin' in town intact
World champs for a long time comin'
Too bad somebody's gonna get done in
People swear they believe in this place
Always threaten to leave but then stay
Can't treat it like their own homeland
They run through like a gypsy caravan

Walk With Me

Let's take a little time, we can head up north
Walk the tracks again
Step aside for the trains, and put some coins down
Get to talkin'
It's the same old place, the thoughts all change
With the scenery
We can clear our heads, or converse instead
On the times changing

Walk with me
Walk with me

Let's take a little time, we can head out east
And drive the little roads
Flea market weekend, watchin' people
See how the hagglin' goes
Might pay a princely sum, if it's alright
And it's on my dime
Or we can chat away, in the parking lot
Either one is fine

Walk with me
Walk with me

Walk with me, and we can speak of things
And all those things, that people just don't see

Walk with me, and we can see those things
That came to pass, were never meant to be

Walk with me
Walk with me

More is than isn't

Temperamental

(Featuring Phonte)

I made my bed and tried to sleep
And still my eyes are opened wide
Inside my head can't find my peace
And all this hurt I just can't hide

Maybe I'm a victim of my own defenses
And maybe I don't care about the consequences

I'm on fire, baby
But so temperamental
I burn it all down
Burn it all down

This violent heart inside of me
It twists and turns and takes me low
I played my part so silently
And now I find I lost control
Cause I should've known
That telling you the truth would be forbidden
And I was a fool to ever think
That all would be forgiven
And if I could have a better day
Well, I'd just inhale, I'm living
But oh, no, it's not enough for you
So you can run and paint this town
With the color of your lies
And I'll keep sharpening myself
Bleed you slow until you die
Oh, why do we lie to ourselves
Saying it's all in the name of love
When my indifference knows no bounds
And I have had enough

Maybe I'm a victim of my own defenses
And maybe I don't care about the consequences

Maybe I'm a victim of my own defenses
And maybe I don't care about the consequences

I'm on fire, baby
But so temperamental
I burn it all down
I burn it all down
I burn it all down, yeah
I burn it all down
I burn it all down
Burn it all down

See You Leave

(Featuring Khari Mateen & STS)

(yeah, alright)
You know I hate to see you leave
(Hate to see you leave yeah)
But I love to watch you go
(Love to watch you go yeah baby)
You know I hate to see you leave
Hate to see you leave
Girl I'd love it if you don't
Stay with me, yeah.. yeah

Ok
Break up, break up tempo
Someone adjust my levels
This don't sound like heaven
You must be cool with the devil
I got this chick from Vegas, bitch
Runnin around with them rebels
Swears she really gets me
But the proof is in the shovel
Shorty's smooth as Ketel One
Hard as heavy metal
The way she ride my dick
You'd think my shit came with some pedals Uh uh
She tells me ain't no one better uh
STS, she only knows me by them letters uh
Thats rock in roll shit
I must think I'm Eddie Vedder
I know she fuck with other niggers
I don't sweat her
She said she'd only fuck with me if I would let her
I ain't no hater honey go 'head get yo cheddar uh uh
That type of shit just get her wetter uh uh
She just hope I don't forget her uh uh
I told that bitch "bitch, I would never" uh
Man I ain't seen that bitch in for forevers uh uh

I never thought we'd meet again cuz I'm a cold nigga
A couple years later here we sippin cold liquers
Surrounded by the chronic smoke a couple gold diggers?
We had a show in cali just me and my gold niggas
I seen you with your homies
Couple other hoes wit cha
They dont even look the type that even roll with ya
I see you took your weave out
Ya got ya soul sista
Now the carpet matchs the drapes
Shorty, I'm just fuckin with ya

Whats up with me and you tonight
Oh, is you walkin in and out my life?
You know I hate to watch you go
But if you do, promise to walk slow
She said that we should talk more
I think that we should talk less (yes)
Tonight we should just make love
(You know I hate to see you leave)
And tomorrow have goodbye sex
(Hate to see you leave)
(I hate to see you leave baby, no)
*I love to watch you go*
See here we go again
(I love to watch you go, where you going?)
You know out of all the places in the world
*you know I hate to see you leave*
(I hate to see you leave)
Come back, you ending up with me tonight
*girl I'd love it if you dont*
(You ain't going nowhere)
(I know it. HA)

I got things to do
You got things to do
I got places to go
You got, you know

I just want to take this time out
See if we can just get together, you know
I dont know whats going to happen tomorrow
I dont know whats going to happen in a week

All I know is tonight girl
It should be you and me
It should be you and me X3

(no where, no where)
I hate to see you leave*
(I hate to see you leave, where you going)
But I love to watch you go
(I love to watch you go cuz im going to bring you right back to me)
I hate to see you leave
(I hate to see you leave darling)
Girl I'd love it if you don't
(Love it if you dont, come back to me baby, yeah, oh)

Love and Go

(Featuring Son Little)

This one's got amnesia
This one's got a broken wheel
But you should see it go
Don't get close to the sickness
I am my own witness
You should take your love and go

Every other Christmas
I am begging your forgiveness
Sorry Mama from the bottom of my soul
And if I ever reach you
I'll be sure to give the credit
Where it goes
Where it goes

Don't worry about my friend
He's not so schitzophrenic
Seems like he is good to go
Don't need to hide my jackals
Since you've never read those books, no
I'm a yellow fever
Something's in the ether
Seems you will believe and go
Don't say I never said it
Right there in the vibrant note, no

Every other Christmas
I am begging your forgiveness
Sorry Mama from the bottom of my soul
And if I ever reach you
I'll be sure to give the credit
Where it goes
Where it goes

Every other Christmas
I am begging your forgiveness
Sorry Mama from the bottom of my soul
And if I ever reach you
I'll be sure to give the credit
Where it goes
Where it goes

Dirty Hands

I don't believe in sin
And neither do you (neither do you)
I can't begin to see
The thin line between what I do and you do
Fool once had thought that he
Never need you (never need you)
Fall in the water
But you'll go up faster than we could have ever knew

Caught between what I know (what I know)
What I still not understand (understand)
Little man has got my heart (my heart)
In his dirty little hands (little hands)
Caught between what I know (what I know)
What I still not understand (understand)
Little man has got my heart (my heart)
In his dirty little hands (little hands)

You came like a boat from the sky
And entered my heart (and entered my heart)
You wiped out the memory
Of who I was before you were born
Focused on old man stars
You didn't know (you didn't know)
Cleaned out the cobwebs
Turned off the lights and left the place looking whole

Caught between what I know (what I know)
What I still not understand (understand)
Little man has got my heart (my heart)
In his dirty little hands (little hands)
Caught between what I know (what I know)
What I still not understand (understand)
Little man has got my heart (my heart)
In his dirty little hands (little hands)

It All Came to Me in a Dream

(Featuring Blueprint)

It all came to me in a dream
Pull off the biggest heist that the world's ever seen
Put word on the streets and faith in the team
That if we execute we can take the whole thing
Synchronize our watches to 2014 that's when we fall in for the conquest and cream
Confident cause we mapped out the whole thing
And even if they find out, they can't do a thing

My right hand man from back in the day, is fresh out the can and knows how to crack safes
I put him on hold cause this ain't quite the same, but the skill set is similar to people robbing banks
Bold enough to take food off somebody's plate, put camera's everywhere that catch every frame
So we walk through the door in the middle of the day and gave notice to the gatekeeper standing in our way
Way X3

They have fat bank accounts, too much cash to count, at the mercy of our five finger discount
But as odd as it sounds we go a different route, cause sticking people up ain't what this is all about
There's money, magic, diamonds, and rides, but nothing's worth more than people's hearts and minds
It's what we came to take, it's all by design, the fame is temporary but respect is life time

The Roaming Hoard

One big voice
Slowly emerge
No escape
To the woes I word
Peace and calm
No more exist
For bedlam
Has it come to this?
Sometimes you need to know its your time to rock
Sometimes you need to know its your time to run
Sometimes you need to know its your time to rock
Sometimes you need to know its your time to run
For Bedlam
Has it come to this

Peace of What

(Featuring Jordan Brown)

(Peace)
You don't want it
You can want it, naw
(Peace)
You don't mean it
You can't mean it, naw
(Peace)
We can't have it
(Peace)
But the world willed the shots
And the tears come like clockwork
(Peace)
We built a world where the pain
And the fears run like water
(Peace)

Does freedom comfort you at night
While you read the news by candlelight
Rounds and rounds, will load another
In the land of duck and cover, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

(Peace)
We don't believe you
Can't believe you, no
(Peace)
You can't mean that
You don't mean that, no
(Peace)
You can't want that
You don't want that
And the tears come like clockwork
(Peace)
And the fears run like water
(Peace)
The more fortunate are watching on
(Peace)
While the mourners are marching on
(Peace)

The sea of graves are monument
To full and total armament
Ease the fears of your good mother
Teach the young to duck and cover
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

A New Theory

A new theory had to be born
A new theory
Had to be born
New, new, new, new, new, new theory
A new theory had to be born
New had to be born theory
New theory
Had to be born
New, new, theory had to be born
Be born
New, new theory had to be born

We Come Alive

(Featuring Son Little)

I know your face
Know you're always up the road
It never comes
No-one to hear you anyway
You know my face
Think i stay up north of here
We never need
Why would we talk if there's no need
Comatose nine to five
But then we come alive
Split off and catch a ride
Three strangers side by side

You
Just living life
There's only rock and roll
Besides
They'll stoop so low just to get so high

Diamonds flashing all in my eyes x2

Faces lit up from this grow?
In sync with most of the throne?
We never speak of its pain
Not for you, me, or anyone
We all escape somehow
The mundane an' day to day
Simple dance- it's on
That's just you to give me a moment today
Comatose nine to five
Just to feel death comin' right
From uptown train arrives
Three strangers side by side

You
Just living life
There's only rock and roll
Besides
They'll stoop so low just to get so high

Diamonds flashing all in my eyes x2

Finally once the smoke has cleared
So blind
We'll have to shine a light
Heaven 's close to here
I can feel it in my bones
Been searching for so long
To find it right
In between my ears

You
Just living life
There's only rock and roll
Besides
They'll stoop so low just to get so high

Diamonds flashing all in my eyes x5

Saboteur

(Featuring Phonte)

She struck by the fire and there's no retreat
Too tangled in your wires, this is my defeat
I am waiting for forgiveness for the past
A little empathy is that too much to ask

For a lifetime I've tried
All they said was be your best
(be your best)
But when their blueprint goes right all they say it's your mess

I am waiting for forgiveness for the past
A little empathy is that too much to ask

I laid across my bed with open eyes
And searched to find out why
I find the way to the darkness when it seems so bright

For a lifetime I've tried all they said was be your best
But when their blueprint goes right all they say its your mess
(it's your mess)

Give it time
One day you'll look into my eyes
Just when you think that everything is alright
I will find a way to break our hearts
Break our hearts
I will find a way to break our hearts
Our hearts
Maybe this is just the process love me
Guillotine of fire what will it be then
Is it now or never
Is it too late to see more

Up in the Clouds

(Featuring Blueprint)

Look at you now, in the air, off the ground
Don't look down, eyes ahead, up in the clouds
Look at you now, in the air, off the ground
Don't look down, eyes ahead, up in the clouds
Up in the clouds...

The bright lights and the sun's glare
Feel like he hadn't seen it in a whole year
Looked to his right and saw a wheelchair
But he had no idea what it was doing there
Sluggish and drugged from god knows what
With machines and colostomy bags up to his gut
Body so stiff he want to stand
But he realized that he couldn't feel his legs
Looked to his right and saw his mom's there
She smiled back, shed a tear
Reached out, then held his hand
He saw her do it but he couldn't feel a thing
Physically numb, but he felt fear
Funny how this one time tough guy was now scared
The doctor calmly made him aware
That he'd been in a coma for a whole year
Car accident on New Year's
He was designated driver for a few friends
Who needed a ride after a few beers
But he hadn't had a drink in a few years
They was almost home when he got clipped
Spun out of control then the car flipped
Now all he could do was sob with his mom
Said the other kid with him came home fine
Been about three years since that event
Been picking up the pieces ever since
Nobody expects him to walk again
Ride a bike, stand, or play ball again
But he about to show them what's up
Went from a wheelchair to a walker in nine months
To a walker to learning how to stand up
And today he takes his first steps

First steps
First steps

Look at you now, in the air, off the ground
Don't look down, eyes ahead, up in the clouds
Look at you now, in the air, off the ground
Don't look down, eyes ahead, up in the clouds
Up in the clouds...

Band of Matron Saints

(Featuring Josh Krajcik)

Sisters of the son, who want to know the ne'er
Bring love to all, who still press on
Hold to see, just one more wrong
One more time
One more time
They state their penalties, and hide the awful truth
Where they peer and in much to prove
To build tributes to a better you
Depend on matron saints, and come to here for me
With no-oh breeze, to bear more strife
Bring in air, two holes maybe
He holds his women dear, not your man of stone
Purest soul n'sullied names
Build the things that we can home

Pull Up on Love

(Featuring Khari Mateen & STS)

Ain't no bitch in my blood
I'ma make it do what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make it get on up
Ain't no bitch in my blood
I'ma make it do what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make it get on up

She's thicker than Snickers, I ain't no candy rapper
I'm suited and booted, I'm talkin' Dandy Dapper
She a cutie patootie, I don't know what she's after
Don't judge a book by its cover, at least try to read the chapter
She's got the sweetest laughter
I'm caught up in the rapture
I'm tryna play it cool, smooth in a Donny Hatha-way
The type of woman that you wanna make her day
She dutty wine like a bitch is beaujolais
She pretty boojie but I like it that way
Ay, 'cause I don't want no broke bitch (No way)
And shawty, you a dope bitch (Okay)
Come correct when you approach, bitch
Don't fuck around and fuck it up
We hit the club just to fuck it up
I fuck around and call it love
Don't be scared to fall, shawty, baby knuckle up

Ain't no bitch in my blood (Naw)
I'ma make it do what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make it get on up
Ain't no bitch in my blood
I'ma make it do what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make it get on up

We started more parties than Ron Bacardi, right? (Right)
She like to get busy, she live a party life (Life)
Oh, what, she got body? That new Ferrari type?
I'm talkin' curves and the headlights
Energy's electric like the boogaloo
Don't hit the breaker, we breakin' like Breakin' 1 and 2
You know it's shakin' like bacon, we goin' HAM, ooh
We off the Casamigos and the culture, too
Walkin' like I talk it
Bad bitches only
Smooth ones, babyface, I came up on a tenderoni
She told her mama 'bout me
I let her meet all the homies
It's a live broadcast they carried just like the Tonys
We bubblin' hot bologna
We kissin' like we the only motherfuckers in the club tonight
Can't leave you alone, there's some wolves in this bitch
Tryna be a player but there's rules to this shit
Better check the records, I'm a fool with this shit

Ain't no bitch in my blood
I'ma make it do what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make it get on up
Ain't no bitch in my blood
I'ma make it do what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make it get on up

On the good foot
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
Amen, like the good book
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
On the good foot
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
Hallelujah, like the good book, yeah
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
Went to the doctor, today
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
They did a blood test on me
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
You goddamn right
So, baby I'm comin' for ya
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
Ain't nothin' to be scared
Get to it
Know what I'm talkin' about?

Ain't no bitch in my blood
I'ma make it do what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make it get on up
Ain't no bitch in my blood
I'ma make it do what it does
I'ma pull up on love
I'ma make it get on up

Get on up
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
Ain't no bitch in my blood
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)
Ain't no bitch in my blood
(Ain't no bitch in my blood)

The Freshman Lettered

It just came to, you know
How am I going to define myself
During this time where, you know I'm paying
My family's paying, where I'm paying
To be at this expensive university
And I allowed music to flow through me
And then despite what anyone else said
I dropped out of college
You know, with a one song demo
And apparently I did so at the right time
You know like, I think to myself sometimes
I'm like
Man if I dropped this like a day later
Or like a month earlier, or whatever
And I sent that demo tape to, you know W.E.R.S.
You know, at a different time
Maybe I'm not here today
Maybe I don't have all this
These adventures of traveling around the world
You know, maybe I don't know you

Itch Ditch Mission

Every time I turn around
I can see your face just a-looking right through me
Every time I turn around
All the things in the past feel so brand new

My Very Own Burglar Neighbor

Well I will say this
We're blessed to be, you know, at the age we were at at that time
We are the direct descendants
I mean it captivated the imagination of the whole world
And we helped progress that
Like I wouldn't trade those memories for anything

A Salute To Blood Bowl Legends

You know not too long ago I had an epiphany
That
Musicians from our era
We are like the direct descendants
Of the Rakims and Tribe Called Quests
De La Soul, Kool G Rap, you know, Gang Starr
And, you know
There have been times where I have felt like
Ok there's a new generation that doesn't even know that music at all
You know, in face they're just not really into it
And you know the game has changed
And there's no value to what I do anymore
There have been times where I've thought on that side of the spectrum
But then a light bulb went off that's actually like
Our generation, we're actually the holders of a boulder man
Like, like we
I feel like a burning desire to actually keep that torch lit
You know of being like, you know
Maybe it's not the most commercially viable thing
But you know what
I possess a skill that only a few do
You know what I mean
In a certain capacity
Based on yes, like there's a lot of cats who can rhyme
You know what I mean
Just like of course there's a lot of producers out there right
That make dope beats
But I just feel like
There's just something you know
Our generation, and then for me in particular that I'm able to manifest
A certain lens that I'm looking through
That I feel like whether or not it's the most commercially viable thing
Could have a positive effect culturally, for the culture of hip-hop
Which I still love
That it's worth it to me to add on