(Chorus)
I've been so many places
In my life and time
Yes, I've sung a lot of songs
I've made some bad rhymes
Top of the world
Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back
Every second page is anthem
Perfected writ mood
In the perfect world I set the perfect mood
And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue
Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love
Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and
The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen
My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some
Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come
Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure
No aggression, why they've got to learn,
if they don't things won't get any better
Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating
in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit
Walking the surface of my red carpet
These are distress signals spanning you and I
Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization
A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess
So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains
My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn
This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East,
well then why did I end up on the West?
Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence,
and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc.
ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind
More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement
So when the chain still smells
like a million dead corpses and kerosene marching
To burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle,
run up the damsels
Take 'em to the river, now we can spawn
This aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time,
On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride
A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood
To live and die a thousand times
(Chorus)
Ever been to Hell?
This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments
The infrastructure is dead
Instructed look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,
no beggin'
No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast
? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalk
Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad ones
This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill
Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my hips
And this is Sole, and we're makin love right now,
so I don't need to take her to the hotel
This is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my flesh
It's like these are groupies, I'm a mammal,
my whole life's a freestyle set
The Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R;, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,
So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real name
Hip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack,
indie hip-hop's a demo fair
Keep your sights set
What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors?
I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga
It's springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirts
This is the verge, the melting point
When your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore
This is psychopath, this is psych rap
With violence, violence
My life is stranded on an island with no food
and beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is left
No, this is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttoned
We're stealing moments of brilliance in the limelights
choppin' up keys to break the floodgates
Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up
Or maybe this is turntable music,
scratch the I's and I'll scratch yours
Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I say
Don't take anything literal, out-of-context,
just take it for what it is
If you want labels, we can divide, I'll still be strong
Bottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter
with shattered glass in my voice
writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still
counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket
in fact I make love with electric outlets
In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead;
when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us
the battle wages over future addictions
Something's missing, and I can't quite focus on it
Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams
They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off into the background
And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see
who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight
so they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches
(Why is everybody sleeping on benches?)
I've been a rock as long as I've lived
since everything has to be a nobel prize winner
I should've quit when I saved the ozone
I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest
and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in
Barely alive, and you want me to lighten up?
Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden
Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano
record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands
Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time
watching friends drag by 'cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes
Burned to hell covered by locusts, they're trying to quote us
now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles
I won't forget, the little things escape
through the pores in my skin so I can pour it on thick
And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection
and have a life of their own, well get rich you'll hate it too..
I promise..
[Chorus]
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
it's not that heavy, make pretend
it's someone else's party, what a gas
Shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet
At this present elevation, I can't see past my feet
between God's bald spots where the sky stops
I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones
despite all the America going on, it's all Rome
Go get unstuck, don't lose sleep 'til you cant find solace
in the fact that you can barely control yourself. Let alone
we're all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can't sing enough
In the party that never ends, 'cause no one knows how to clean up the mess
What's up with all the gags?
Everyone around me has these holes drilled through 'em
and someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. Dying to be someone
killing to be recognized as something that you're not
Well since we're all so into introductions, don't forget your names
Since you love yourself so much, keep it away from me
'Cause I've baked under artificial lights with artificial girls
and that sinking feeling there's someone sleeping inside my sleepless body
Quit playing kid games with your old tongue
'til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. Here's one:
I live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all TV
After all is said and done, we barely have memories
so I write what I feel, sue me if it's empty
Imagine that, I'm barely human, I'm barely human..
[Chorus]
In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
it's not that heavy, make pretend
it's someone else's party, what a gas
a good portion of devotion on sale
to the stale-skinned rummage-happy
everyday troop
got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing
and peers watching
wishing i'd stop
quietly judging with my mouth open
and hands on the switch
so when they stop the earth
who's ass will your head end up in?
it's most likely you'll never get
the perfect tip
or learn to take hints
i want a new television
'cause my books are getting old
and i'd watch the "news and advertisements"
and find a new way to change my life
guaranteed of course
because the names we trust
have, and will always be, the only answer
girls like to hold hands
i had my life squeezed out once or twice
so let's call it even...and well-balanced
like a crock of shit
or a hell of a life
on a walking mess to the upscale
where they sniff dreams off fingernails
and rate life on a scale of personal gain
mapping out the universe:
a wife and kids with no name
and a big house atop a hill
that blocks out the sun for those
who can't afford it
throw some crumbs to the starving idealists
do they not bleed the same? are they not men?
we got bigger desks now
and all my ideas are carefully hidden
on crumpled paper at my feet
starving for attention
when the demon barely blinks out of this life
now i'm on the north shore
laughing at my dot com buddies who got laid off
who needs references anyway?
i've been working for god
in all the wrong social circles
i could have been a programmer
but this much i still am:
not a man or a teacher
just a student in denial
with more to give then they could possibly take
when there's nothing left to disagree with
i'll drop off the face of the planet
and give mtv-land back to its rightful owners...
you can have it
there's a replica of comfort
and a false sense of stability
the difference between a blow-up doll
floating in a bathtub with slit wrists
and a lost friend
only calling to borrow money
all these days are beneath you
there are floors to slip
and break your neck on
and bottles of vodka you can't see through
parasite to parasite
what's eating me is eating you
the absolute hardest thing about being here
is how you wish you could fast-forward
the way it drags
now they got drugs and computers
to do that for you
until they can be you, and replace you
and convince you that they love you
never meant to harm anything so innocent
that you can't help but hope
it gets killed crossing in traffic
i promised myself
i wouldn't kill anything on this song
but you leave me no choice
'cause i can't complain
and can't believe i'm still
waiting for people, waiting for people
who overextend themselves by saying "hello"
i underestimated greediness
and how loneliness
will drive entire blocks to pigpile on television sets
all the clap-on distractions
and fade-away inspirations
are the reason i can barely
hold a one-sided conversation
or sit still without knees shaking
i pull the hair out of my head
and wait for bats to fill the room
but all i get is a receding hairline
and another shit-eating grin
it's sad to leave anyone...
seven thousand day cough.
seven thousand day cough. my lungs of an old woman
of a racist race called man, i'm a word machine
without enough words to be composed or the worms to decompose.
my old song body pretty for the showing. party women with painted faces
only pretty for their lawyers, everything's illegal
'cause they're pretending to breathe.
better to be sick in the head then sane in the city
like there's a difference or a reason to stay in the city.
sell the mob to the king, sleep with the dragon,
slay the princess, lay peaceful in the nothing nest.
laughing outside my opinion, permeates and lives forever.
the way people live to be remembered, then and only then
see me perfect, more perfect than the sidewalk,
more expensive than my shoes, more meaningful then hidden messages.
in a quite safe quiet walk
you forget your personality when they birth
in the after-birth, i still fake it like i'm naked.
if you got the right sunglasses, i wrote this on cough drops
with the secret conveyer belt in the sidewalk
and the big laughing gaping drooling lipsticked up
and dressed like the lighter side of death.
neon eyes, cold to the touch and there's salt on (pssst).
salt on everything. salt on...salt on everything.
melt me a princess thought like an open wound.
to bleed to sleep, to plead to work, to heal no loyalty
to things that don't keep clean.
weather my old tongue or old tone
to the man making all the new shadow puppets,
i like your style more worthwhile then rubbish.
a big break for bad taste acting like faith is a face,
a dumpster man singing a dumpster song of redemption,
share the broken note, it's the only note.
people here got thick skin to hold the nothing in,
there's salt on everything. salt on everything. salt on everything.
but i put it on nothing.
lick your merry lips off and hum it all in a bowling alley,
headaches and hogwash going on in my ears dizzy, dizzy infected of worry.
it's never my body, my friends, or my brain,
or my fault to be stranded in a utopian wonderland
for three minutes i could sit still and stare at the wall and let it (die).
this is my favorite mini-series, well-written, under-funded when it all dulls.
never decaffeinated dream and i love a big bleeding heart song we can all learn.
some days we almost feel alive and most days we forget to live.
for some reason, that's all i can bring myself to say and
you know what on everything, everything.
My phone rang, I converse with the busy signal
Why can't they let me die in pieces?
I don't want any more food or condolences, let my people go
Burn off this useless flesh and make meals of my pestilence
Lessons are my tournaquets
maybe I've seen too much and not had enough
Either way, this is my last entry forever
Please don't let my children read this
I was meditating when I wrote this
the first time by interrupted by my screaming walls
Hard to concentrate in my 7 x 12 cell
Everyone watching my every move
Even with these shrouds, I feel naked
The windows talk to me and tell me that I ought to leave
Only one way out the door, it's too risky
Someone might not see me, be careful
We used to paint, the canvas made me feel alive
Oh how they marveled at the spectacle I made of myself
I made it for them, but it was really communication to conjure up through
Forever immortalized, carbon dioxide chokes me
and I fear no man but my shadow
There are a lot of things I've learned not to say outloud
If my parents were still alive, they'd still be proud
Sometimes I imagine myself as a loss
The leftover remains of a cast-away god
If I'm homeless, there's no Earth
Someday I'll be famous, and you can put that on my birth
My word is worth the demons that raped my being childhood, didn't happen
I was made as this, my walking prison
Guarded by my life on a limb, mood swings
Enjoying my whim, take it for what it seems and much more
Must find maker, how am I? and who did I?
And how did I wake up on this bench covered in mud?
Taking a shower won't aleve my stress
I can't even lift my brush to paint my long-awaited good-bye
Yet I'm feeling optimistic, relatively
this is my testimony and it tests the past miserably
Why do I keep dying in public places?
The medication should take two hours to take affect
But last time, I was killed eating my last meal
It's embarassing and I die inside
This is my favorite rock
I come here to think about all the things that make me
This is my favorite poem
I wrote this before I died last time
These are my favorite friends
they don't talk much and probably aren't even listening
This is my favorite place
so I hope that I don't last here too long
The other night, I was doing my everyday things
trying to find a girl to take to my apartment
She's beautiful and clearly cares for me
She likes my work, and wants to understand what fuels my art
We lay side-by-side
happy knowing that there was only thirty minutes left of this to endure
She spoke typical things and gave of herself freely
I started freaking out as I convulsed during oral sex
Concerned for me, she held me
and I laugh at those tears, for a while
The next day, I was still dead and she had joined me
How honest I recall of how she gave of herself freely
As I drank my orange juice, I began to study all of her beauty
We danced and made love for hours
Talked about important things and how our children would grow up and die also
And how futile it was until we finally fell in love
I'll never be alone again and she will never leave me
I've forgotten why I write these things down
Even as I write this
I'm realizing how useless it is to put ideas to words
water to wine, stupidity and valor
The streetlights I pray to and the gutters I fish in
My wife is no longer good at sex, her body doesn't speak to me
and I'm getting sick of her attitude
There's other fish in the sea
and I haven't stopped breathing for three days
I hope everything is alright
Today I downed 90 miligrams
After 20 i could feel the head rush
I raced to my gallery roof
Gazing at the beauty that we always take for granted
Its my opening night
Spinning
Everyone will be there
Whos anyone to bear witness to my newest latest and greatest work
I'm a comet human cannibal swan dive never has the air been so clean
I inhale and exhale to become one my ends on the sidewalk
A vivid display of a 170 pounds of blood sweat and tears
Critique away
But my greatest work is in the pavement
I made it for you
This is my favorite formance
And i hope nobody ever bites it
This is what i've been working up to all along
Finally alone at last
This is my favorite person and she will always be with me in spirit
These are my favorite words
[Sole]
Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place
how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away
Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert sands
There I lay in a dust storm, brain storms
Some day we may form a massive collective mind with no bandages
I kneel down to fantasy of what is real
Thus far the only signs of freshness
I came across upon this quest was nothingness
possessed to find truth at all costs elementally
I walk a thin line of good and evil coincidentally
We all believe in god and nature and higher levels
Yet we dwell with devil's machinery in lower levels of raped scenery
It's seemingly endless
Demeaning and mindless, we're friendless and meaningless
Living in darkness walking with candles
And while I'm on the subject of difference is lame
I've noticed the more things change the more things stay the same
To stay in focus
It's hopeless to go against the grain while new to this
Till I'm menopaused and then ejected from the uterus
Chorus
And I've seen so far into the night
And lingered in the land of no night
Day two I've left the earth and all is alien and foreign
Females are wailing and I'm swimming in a cest pool
It's pouring
It ain't dark no more, no more worth the fight
My old candles turn to sunglasses, I can't stand the light
Yet I can't stand the rain these bodies I live with are numb
And I can't stand the pain these children I play with are dumb
A figure points a finger and whispers, "leave"
This small porcelain tomb
It will be all I will have achieved
And I refuse to be excrement
dash to the left and to try to and break for my life
A large hand grabs me now, there's no escape
I'm thrown into a whirlpool, spinning until infinity
Grasping for an oxygen breath, but I don't breath that yet
Inhale the H20 and thank life I'm still living breath
Giving death a hell of a run until the movement stops
Bubble to the surface almost dead ass out
Starving cold and alone until I pass out
chorus
Living ain't all that, I want to go back to non-existence
The womb was not meant to be a tomb, but once I've gone the distance
Won't sleep to see revenge for my dead sibling, I miss her
I watched my brother be impaled as I held the hand of my sister
Kissed her when she was void
Missed the missile, I'm docile
Amongst dead soil and fossil till I'm deployed
None of it ever happened
As far as I'm concerned I'm barred
Should've died months ago in the condom
and this wouldn't have been so hard
Should'nt of, but it's not that way
I fought that way
I lay until I no longer thought that way
None of this was worth the fight, I should have been disposed
At night time, laying only half of the trash can
Not white trash in a trailer park
Or a dismembered rash lashing utter last sole
member of a coathanger tailored art
With no formed identity blanketed by newspapers
Remedy be levity, life be the penalty
This body in a mask grow fast carry out the masquerade
I lay in the cut to hear lies, pawns, peons, and tricks of this trade
In this eon let me be on and beyond the next decade
There I stayed remain of flux to be another child saved
(fan)
Hey, Sole, man! Wassup dude?
Yo I came all the way from the suburbs man!
Yo I love your shit! How about a free tape, dude?
Support the underground!
Woo woo! Yeah man! Yeah! Yo man!
I usually dream about gold chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray
Instead I wear a tie and fix computers all day
In this dream I trusted everyone
and I was in the spotline for the lifeline of real life
People are vampires and Sole only exists in the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite, and I'm tired of not falling asleep
And I'm tired of morons that say I'm too abstract or I'm too deep
(drums)
Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in thought
Falling off the deep end without a bungee (Wooo!)
'Cause life is a circus and the girls on Haight Street are way too funky
(true!)
Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer (Sole, wassup?)
With idle hands idolizing every instrument I hear
But I've got red hair and a fucked up beard, overgrown goatee
Been keeping it real, wearing the same clothes since 1993
This world is an empty refrigerator, full of wasted skin
So I maintain an empty stomach and magnets to place everywhere I've been
"But I can't understand why the world is covered
with frost queens with blue eyes"
Blazin' is good, and we can be winners, if we compromise
I'm always complaining, these'll be the days when I get old
Thanks to all the industry parties, now I got cassingles to dub beats over
Overwhelmed at times, couldn't fit these songs in a CD boxed set
Signed rappers: if you're so dope, then why ain't you been dropped yet?
Kids say it's all about battlin', and braggin' though it's masculinity
Freestyle means diddly, and cameos provide validity (you don't freestyle)
Any hiphop is a joke, except for all purpose I'm leaving soon
When fools call up asking for the promo department
I'll connect you with the living room (hey, hold on)
Live it up, pour a brew, pull up a chair let's politick and speak-spearean
We can talk about rappers and discuss alien abduction conspiracies
Nonsense is fun, rhetorical conversations are amusing
When speech leaves book and industry thought most find it confusing
So smoke more weed, and read more novels, and watch more cable
And so we'll still remain skeptical, cause sensible means
(chorus)
Aiiyo I talk a lot of shit, I can back it all the fuck up
Get along, let's all hold hands and sing the song
So I'll talk a lot of shit, hey, I can back it all the fuck up
(Cause I love you, and you love me)
And we're just one big happy family
Well it's day four, sentence six, (uh huh) and everything is clicking
People are cliquean and talking cliches too much, touche
Today I took a holy shower and washed away all my indecencies
Even sat in the sun, to try to cook up the beast in me
But it's still there, eating away on my people skills
But fuck it, we can build and I'm not stressed out
And play the field 'til I'm 'X'ed out of every guestlist
and put on every blacklist
Well, I guess that just means more names on the 'People I Gotta Diss' list
I love everybody, but I've run out of kind phrases
So if I see you and act sarcastic, take it personal, and personally
I wanna play the horses, but ain't got enough gambling ends
And I'd like to see the pigs, but all of them got boyfriends
We can be friends or arch-rivals or we can share ideas
Or sip espresso, until we both have diarrhea
A lot of people are cool, and some are less intellectual
I like having a girlfriend and like them more when they're bisexual
Battle rhymes don't hurt people, battling AIDS isn't enjoyable
There's something about goth girls in short skirts I find delectable
So come back to my shelter you horny little pale raccoon wearing three chains
And I'll give you some more stupid sayings to put in your keychains
(chorus with variations 2x)
(drums cut)
I've grown to love stability, (uh huh) been anything but lethargic (true!)
Constantly increased abilities and found a soft spot for hardship (so so)
Discovered that "enjoyable" and "happy" are both relative terms (true)
Come to terms with the fact that while on earth all people are worms
(drums)
But hey, the early bird remains tracing the smog and acid rain
Actually, all acts of selfless is serene rested in mundane
I enjoy simple things, like computers and tropical fish
And indie artsy women that succumb to my every wish
Since the devil's a misogynist I try to act like Too $hort (biiatch!)
But if God was a bitch, I'd make it a point to pay my child support
But/And since I don't have kids I can (simply) act irresponsible,
Buy a grip of useless shit/items, and eat foods that are unpronounceable
Keep me unaccountable, 'cause counting my obstacles has been depressing
And undressing prime notions, that adolescent peers teach me added lessons
To the mass, (son) simply I'm the God, in the earth
Being from Maine has been a blessing and being bitter has been my curse
The only cure: separate Sole from the ills that spoil my surroundings
You were raised in manure, so it's only right that we be on our own shit, sure
And since I ain't shit, and you're convinced to be in its elements
Take part in self degradation when you're facing Sole-ful eloquence
You've got a lot of time to think, that's not necessarily a bad thing
Just think of all the joys a bottle of Windex, a pen and pad could bring
I say think before you speak, and think before anything you do
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you, son they shook *
(*vocal interpolation of Mobb Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II")
(chorus with varations till fade)
(fan)
Oh. oh. what? Ohh, did you hear that? Oh, this kid is crazy!
Oh man. oh shit. Listen man, y'knowahmsayin'?
We just chillin'. chillin' yall. chillin'. wooo.
Yo man, oh yo, just fuckin' crazy dude! Oh Lord. Yo man.
Listen man, you ever interested in some guns? Y'knowahmsayin'?
Listen! My boy. wants to hook you up! Y'knowahmsayin'?
Yo man, 'cause I know you're motherfucking hard!
Shit, listen dude, I could hook you up with a gun, man!
Banging rocks together makes sunshine
Banging heads with rocks 'till blood comes: the writing process
Everything has diapers on and smells like
It's time for a change
Or for some holes in the flag
My whole perspective relies solely on questions
That can't have answers
Like everyone oin their assumptions
A big bigpen driven by dead dogs;
If that's your site
Put up a superhero with a better pokerface
This noble cause reeks of self-gratification
But it's more like no satisfaction
So when I die
The fessin' go to college
And the writers go to Heaven
If you wasn't born on this planet
Blame the World for being there
I'm not assuming responsibility for everyone lost in the shuffle;
My whole philosophy is based on moodswings
Limited attention spans and an expansion pack for everything
Am I feeling it?
Mostly full of it
Selling my cuts for the art of it
Placed all of my faith in these heretics
We're all futur presidents;
Nobody knows it yet
That's the beauty of it all
Welcome to my desert island
The wheather is glorious
Take a picture
(No one reads the articles)
I need music with texture and
Someday, a happy meal
Rude awakening after rude awakening
I'm asking y'all to be police until
I match the blood on the battlefield
With the gleam in my eye
If I could make it stop raining
This whole damn place wouldn't know
What to do with all the sunlight
I've been saving up for a life like this
Your God is booing you offstage
And your heroes don't respect you
It's all in vain and can't be bought:
Hung from the ceiling and often attached to the first thought
She gave me a handshake full of empty promises
Now I'm thirty minus something
Plus I wrestle demons down to the ground in my spare time
It's a new day
The pigeons no longer fly yonder;
They make rappers out of messengers and text from all the classics
Meet the archangel with two minutes to live at all times
I hold a mirror against a mirror against a mirror against a mirror
What I'm saying is:
Word is deceased
Work is slavery
They're saving asses for the big layoff
Where they lie you down to take it like a native colonized
By search and seizure
The grass is always greener and when you make it there
It dies (if getting there don't kill you)
And the people there don't share
This is what your bones will sound like when they play 'em in space
If I could make it stop raining
This whole damn place wouldn't know
What to do with all the sunlight
I've been saving up for a life like this
Your God is booing you offstage
And your heroes don't respect you
Thank the loyal servants for being so loyal,
soon they'll be happy and very safe;
if not, sent off like a pigeon with his head cut off.
if it wasn't for the guillotine, there would be no umbilical
cord. isn't it pitiful? at our pinnical,
they make it sound so pinnocchio.
that's how i know it's so dumb, it could even write its own article.
give me a break, the great big break that breaks your back
and chews my fingers off
'til it's safe to laugh again, or at them.
put the coals back in my eyes again,
and away from the fire that burns out our loved ones
and takes its toll out on me.
'cause good luck is always keeping minutes
we gotta stay in play, so don't run out of tokens.
plus the machine needs warm bodies.
plug the pipes if you still got skulls;
if there's time to muddy the hands
then there's time to study the flow of the blood in the lay of the land
running off and eroding our relatives
with red, white, and blue christmas lights
in the greatest kingdom. i say it's a crop and i'm a lousy meal,
a lousy liar amongst so many bad actresses
and not enough stimuli left to light an oven pilot.
so how can i not be negative?
my own cliche, my would-be peers
more caught up with image than speaking than truth,
and if that's the only truth you can come up with, go fake some bravery
like the rented camaraderie in the human lottery.
whatever year it is, i'm still sick.
can't hate the sky for being gray
or the bad poem that we live out every day.
twenty minutes outside the city, or fifteen years from over the hill,
with enough time to kill braincells to fry;
you all gonna fry with me.
it must be, you all gonna fry with me...
We who die in more flying accidents than firefights;
no cure of the overkill.
Forty year-old women with cakes and carriages singing bible hymns
ain't fixing anything; get your picket signs,
go on strike, get a five cent raise; your a champion. now
they're making model citizens out of your children,
mapping personal growth through frivolousness; so seperated,
yet drugged up to nowhereland. even love feels artificial;
happiness, my loaded pistol.
in the '20s, i'da been a socialist in a colorado coal mine,
but it's 2000-something and the rats love their mazes.
it's all so ethnospecific and opinionated,
divided we take our antidepressants and make our appointments,
let the dolphins die, but who's gonna save the humans?
i've been to a million cities and they're all the same:
people laugh and talk the same,
girls all flirt the same, employees all dream the same.
love your grid and your comfort zone,
look out for the white-girl suicide bombers,
look out for your time or your piece of mind
or entertainment above the fifth grade level.
stay ignorant and easily corralled through conservative reforms
'til we're broke from the half-measures,
taxed to the teeth to fund the caste system.
living it up for our stereotypes
and i know nothing, but at least i know;
while they vote green and drink their espressos,
discussing film festivals, all as a write-off. off with your head;
body loves the dirty work,
love your job, but it will never love you like an automobile,
fetuses, peoples, and angels hang the same on the mobile.
if it wasn't for the blindfold, you'd ask,
"what am i looking for, living for, breathing for?"
"who's them? not i, but it must be the plutonium in me."
It must be the plutonium in me...
Blank page, blank space between the space and timex count down to nothing, no pop, no big bang theories of post modernistic expression the new impressions of devils and angels both I stand silent, I disattached from my antennas up somehow I lost and missed the point hence the resting out on the lowest slight chance we€™ll make up the broadcast news at eleven, and maybe see some blood inside the city gutters
And through the sewer drains I feel the discontentment of the universal channel system that hasn€™t faded to blackness, not yet. Yet not quite enough comfort to ease the swell vision of sporadic patience for one moment that€™s passed, in an unnatural semi-neutral anti national, loose cannon now swivelling awaiting for the happy heal giveaway
I spent my thanksgiving with a fork in my eyeball, and stabbed my motivation (?????)
Dying cast oh we€™re crying it€™s the end of the night, lying I swear it ain€™t lying, it€™s the end of the world, staggered thought, staggered dream time as the seconds tick tock, staggered rotations corroding, all aboard to those futuristic jump ships, stop the idea, jump ship, jump ship, we€™re landing in the toughened glass body buddy finder(?), community based whorehouse, public service reminder, leave your impression if you€™re crying to rejoice (?) scream loud and could we have a broken fucking baby, and the dancing baby blue eyed jesus statue corrodes because the Christmas lights have burned out the shells of the condos, and the still standing schoolyards block the smell of the fireworks, and the mistletoe now stinks like a thousand miles of baby ass, and if the baby asks why it€™s cause she looks cute in the oven, and that same community whorehouse can€™t provide affordable lovin€™, close bracket, end of idea, no end of the world has passed now we€™re suspended in animated ideas, lost in travels of a distance not reached, set up camp in the greatest sweatshop under any omnipotent beast, and at least we€™ll have a broken glock party to play with, hence putting together for the giants, drink out the thumbprints in silence, happily snuffed out yet easily get slave under an empire of peasants, so we were all left in a state of eternal entrophy and my sources indicate there was no ending of the century, as strange as it may seem nothing fell apart (x4)
[Tricky]
Yo Sole' where you going boo
[Sole']
I'm going home, I'm tired
I got a session tomorrow
[Tricky]
You high you buggin the fuck out
[Sole']
I'm out
[Tricky]
You out?
[Sole']
I'm out
[Tricky]
Holla at ya man tomorrow
[Sole']
Aight I'll get up with you tomorrow
[Tricky]
You get up with me tomorrow?
Aight I'm going up in here
Coming out of 112 one late night
Seen some scandalous hoes in my eye sight
Now being the bitch I am, payed it no mind
Gave niggaz that then hoped in the ride
Pulled out the heat from under the seat
Make sure the doors locked and the guns cocked
Pulled out the lock
Now I'm leavin the spot
Made a right on Cheser Bridge
Now I'm rollin down the block
Floatin across 80 by north
I seen some headlights rollin tight behind the Porche
MotherFucker bumped my shit
Oh now it's on
Thinkin it's an accident
Though I could be wrong
(motherfucker) Payin myself if niggaz really want it
Hit another exit so a bitch wouldn't get cornered
Couldn't keep going, niggaz will follow you home
Smack you with the chrome and take everything you own
I was taught better than that
So I grabs the gat
Holds my own
Don't need no one to watch my back
Lookin towards the heavens through the sun roof
Shit, I know I ain't untouchable and I know I ain't bullet proof
But I'll put it on these niggaz if need be
Your dead, On some two to you chest and two to your head
Lord please don't let it go there
All I see is a BP and I'm in the middle of nowhere
I'm ready for whatever and I know the routine
Before I get out the whip I check the gun magazine
Hoped out like "What the fuck ya'll got to be crazy"
Some tall nigga talkin bout "Yo hold on baby, it was just an accident"
I can't believe this happening
Then I see the Cherokee pull up in the back of him
Now I'm really on p
Oh, that's them same bitches from the club that was grilling me
So I pulled out the fifth
You niggaz coming for me
Money had his hands up, I smacked him with the heat
Thats when one bitch hoped out the jeep, I fired a shot
I missed her
But it cornered the drivers side and hit her sister
I ducked behind my whip
Bitch still popping
Wait for her to stop so I can hit her with a hot one
It's getting hard to maneuverer
I kicked my heels off
Had him knocked out
Stumbled to his shit and them he peeled off
Perfect distraction
GS is passin
I rose platinum sounded like a round of applause
I pack a line when a cock it back and I rore's
Now I'm the type that will get at the drama to it's gone
You bitches wanna dance then they playin our song
I'm done fucking with you
Jumped behind the dumpster
Reload the pistol
Pucker up until it kiss ya
I can't explain why this is going on
But tonight ot's on
Fuck who right and fuck who wrong
I got you in my sight, gun in my palm
Surprisingly calm
Lick of a shot, hit her in the arm
She running got my gun hot
Try to escape she pulled her dead friend out of the driver's side
Licked off a shot
Put it in the leg
I ain't gonna kill you quick, bitch I'm gonna make you beg
She still got in though and mashed the gas
I put four in the door and got out of the way fast
The jeep swerved and started to stray
Heading for the gas tank guiding my stance
Hit it with the last one, contact,it blows up
I bolted out before the APB shows up
Throwed my shit and fifth
Bucked forty on the dash
In my rear view
I seen the aftermath of the blast
To protect mine I send demons to hell
Stay strong just to live long
Those who weak they and fell
Knowing happened shouldn't have went down but it did
If it's me and you, bitch I gots to live
I know with guns hell
Only one can prevail
Either it's a done deal
Live by steel or behind steel
Ain't nothing fair
We in this for real
Could have ended up dead tonight or ended up in jail
Pacing in my cell
Trying to raise bail
And on top of all that, this bitch made me break my motherfucking nail
Fucked my shit up
I told Tricky ass I ain't wanna go out tonight
i hope you like my stupid painting
it won't be here next time, you'll burn it
i'm no matisse and never said i could paint
the way things are going..i dunno if i'm gonna finish it
i graduated with passin' colors
into the world and directly through the other side
fitting in isn't about what you know
it's what you don't know that makes you a team player
so many ways to freeze but never teached us one.....
[Intro]
Yeah, at one point, I thought I couldn't live without you
But now, I don't how the fuck I lived with you
But I just take that shit as a lesson learned
That what goes around, comes around
And yours is comin' muthafucka, believe that
[Sole']
Nightmares of love gone wrong
Got me writin' this song
Played it out, back in my mind and heart you used to belong
Rewind it back, thought it was nice when 2 became 1
Bet you never thought Sole' would turn and leave you with none
Woulda thought I gave you life, had me bent like a comma
Love turned to hate for fillin' my life with bullshit and drama
Played games, told me lies, steady pullin' these strings
And put me up in fly ass cribs and had my flossin' them things
While you was runnin' wild, had me busy shoppin' and shit
Hittin' the clubs with my girls, wasn't no stoppin' a bitch
Throwin' bills like I'm Mickey, I was spendin' it fast
Sure money nice but sure as hell don't make relationships last
Gave my all, did it all, tryin' to make sure it worked
While you ran the streets and even had me doin' your dirt
Dumb tricks and dumb skits I was pullin' for you
A dumb bitch and dumb shit I went through
For the love of you
1 - [Tamar]
And you know
I didn't wanna live without you babe
Never thought I would throw your love away
Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame
But I did it for the love of you, babe
Repeat 1
[Sole']
Woulda gave my life to save yours, nigga
Push came to shove
A bullet with your name I'd change to mine
And nigga, that's love
Prayers that you'd be spared from wickedness that lived in the streets
And when them niggas you was beefin' wit start bringin' da heat
I got involved in dumb shit that didn't involve me at all
Had bitches scratchin' up my car and then you havin' the gall
To say it wasn't your fault and that you wasn't to blame
Thought you would come home after drama, have me screamin' your name
Young and dumb, I took you back pretendin' I couldn't see
You havin' babies on the side while you still fuckin' wit me
Things was never right, forever fight that's what we would do
Then I saw the light my game was tight from runnin' wit you
You had me stressed out and thinkin' that its time that I quit
So I wouldn't leave, had me believe I wasn't worth shit
It's crazy, yo it amaze me, these afairs of the heart
I look back and realize it wasn't love from the start
Repeat 1 (4x)
[Sole']
How things can change, one day infatuated, washin' your drawls
Another day, it's screams and fightin' dishes breakin' on walls
Walk in relationship, I'm sane thinkin' that you were too
A year later, I'm fuckin' crazy, throwin' glasses at you
And scratchin' up yo car, I take it far, I'm cuttin' yo tires
Don't understand it, why my heart is steady playin' wit fire
I turned psychotic, you got it, in this sick relationship
I'm tryin' to run you off the road, you and that broke-down bitch
I'm too fly for that shit, I'm lookin' back in disgust
The nights I cried, the times you lied all blown away with a gust
Things I did for your love, they was never returned
Gave all the jewelry to my moms and then your pictures I burned
You can't turn no little boy into no grown ass man
So change yo game and get it tight, if that's your previous plan
Boots is made for walkin', finally learned what life was about
Pulled it together, grabbed my Gucci boots and stepped the fuck out
Repeat 1 to fade
Cops ain't shit to me
Jobs ain't nothing but free pens and long distance calls
Thought I had it all, the God got birth control
I've never paid parking ticket:
It's 20 dollars now or 300 then;
You want your money, come and get it
But better bring 200 guns and a 100 men
I've killed a million pens and thrown some stones, but never lost a bet
Looking at the fossil on my wrist like
"Is my five minutes up yet?"
Got more time te relax now;
So I can say, "Fuck the industry."
Went for Rupert Murdoch's throat and left with Rawkus trying to sign me
You can't buy me
I'm holding my chips 'till I land on last base
I didn't burn any bridges;
I never needed none of 'em in the first place
'Cuz money made is money gone is money never had
Money here only pretends to care for the people we leave around
Always pack light 'cuz the guns are packing suckers
All mad 'cuz someone else paid' em
Shaking in their waste-your-life-away stance
'Cuz it's cool to be tragically hip:
Fools rule the Universe - it's O.K.
You say you want blood but drink piss all day
I say hang the queen from every streetlight on every Washington Street
Tell 'em it's difficult to have sex on waterbeds
'Cuz most of us can't afford waterbeds
And if we could, we'd move out the hipster settlement of Oakland
(The fine line between low icome and no income)
I can't read no lips 'cuz I am stone
Always wanted to be a rapper
But when I finally made it there, no one wanted me
Since no one wants me here
In the immortal words of Ice-T:
"You should have killed me last year."
Bit in the mere mortal words of me
I've torn up some rebuttals and lost some friends
But like the old saying goes
"If you can't nuke 'em... starve 'em or drop food on 'em."
I'm half a novel, half a brothel, half a one-man army
MC's don't want beef, they wnna shake my hand
Then make a diss song about me
Idiots live to outdo their shortcoming
While my inner Napoleon is frying the biggest fish
I hold the gridge like a mic and a girl like a cross
People say I'm vague
But we know who's in vogue and when the revolution comes
All you'll know how to do is beg
The white man... is the fucking Devil
The white man is the baddest poet
[JT Money]
Yo, what's up?
What's up baby?
Dis yo nigga
[Sole]
Nigga, where da fuck you at?
[JT Money]
Mr. good dick, what you say?
[Sole]
I said where da fuck you at?
[JT Money]
What how you feel?
How you say you feel?
[Sole]
I feel like you need to get home before yo shit be outside
[JT Money]
You say you daddy to come through and regulate?
What? Put his thang down, what? It's all good
[Sole]
It could be 4, 5 or 6, you bet' not be nowhere laid up wit no bitch
You betta bring that home to momma, don't be playin and shit
If you get horny when you out, no need for eyein' them hoes
Why eat a burger when you got steak and potatoes at home?
A short drive is all it takes, I'm just a phone call away
Ain't no excuses mutha fucka for you runnin astray
I give it to you when you want it aint no other's like mine
Yo ex-bitch can't fuck with this, so don't be wastin' yo time
The Indian, black mix, boy like I told you before
And we can ay yi yi the fur rug on my living room floor
And ain't nan hoe gon' bring it like you know I'mma bring it
And ain't nan hoe gon' freak it like you know I'mma freak it
And ain't nan hoe gon' shake it like you know I'mma shake it
And aint nan hoe gon' take it like you know I'mma take it
So don't make me come lookin for you, pull you outta some mix
Then turn around and bust you in yo shit for 4, 5 or 6
[Chorus]
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you gettin horny
I don't give a damn bout who you with
Just as long as you aint givin up my shit
Repeat Chorus
[JT money]
You know me as your player, your pipe layer, your all night stayer
All up in your sauce when you need your rocks off
Knock your socks off, baby off the chain in this bitch
Have your wide ass open while I'm slangin' this dick
Got you lovin' this shit, suckin and fuckin this dick
Wanna go and make some bucks for this dick
Fightin' all in the club for this dick
I'm that player that you chose
Long as you satisfied, baby fuck them other hoes
Just keep my pussy horny so you can put it on me
Girl you know I'm the only one who can satisfy your monkey
Ain't nobody gon' do you like I do when I put this love stick inside you
Money man guaranteed to satisfy you
Have you open all night like a drive-through
So bring yo thang on so I can get my bang on
I hope you likes a good fuck because my game strong
And I ain't lyin' girl you wouldn't if you could quit
I signs my name on that pussy, Mr. Good Dick
That's my shit
Repeat Chorus 2x
[Sole]
Now nigga what you gone do, ugh, let me put this good lovin on you
We can do everything that you want to
'Cause I like it real freaky, nigga don't you
That's right, don't make no promises
Can't find none better than mommas is
Stay wet, stay tight, keep you comin' back
Go all night feelin' right, you be lovin that
Hell yeah, like wanna make enough moves
Fuckin you boy like I got something to prove
Runnin loose, fuck it nigga gotta pay dues
Make you wanna tell ya boys all about whose
No talkin' now, come get the good shit
Make you never wanna fuck another hood bitch
Have ya breakin' off plans to come and lay me
Mutha fucka, don't ever try and play me
Repeat Chorus to fade
Go bananas if you lickin my split with the lavender six
Sexier than calendar chicks my voice is orgasm to mix
Have my money accurate
I don't want my cats to flip they clap and shit
Real nails, no tips, lips you love to kiss
And for Amereda sour get my thugs to crisp
Front row cheering the Knicks illegal pit
Stack my arithmetic, ridiculous
I like hard and stiff can you handle it?
Sole' burn tracks like candle wit
Independent woman so you don't have to trip
Baby we can go dutch half pay for it
[Kandi Burruss]
[1:]
We can do anything that you wanna do
Go any place that you wanna go
I ain't no money hungry hoe
Sole' don't need ya dough no no
[Sole']
Yo we number one for months
You tryin to catch up like hunch
Yo we up front and personal
I heard ya label jerkin you
Feel like hurtin who
Lord have mercy on you
Only female out the crew
5'6" and petite rockin baby blue and the navy two times two
With twenties on it, get up on it
You want it but they ain't no how
Bitch brigade, I'm fittin' Cal
Have you hoes feel trapped when faced with hot tracks
I take my hails off, you takin dirt naps, I heard that
Make you work pass ATL home of the lats
Bringing real Hip Hop back now who can top that
Need to stop that we top cats where my niggas at
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
You don't really wanna face me
I had to smack a bitch in the dressing room of Macy's
You don't wanna make me put my hands up
Get yo man what?
You know we buck misery, pull the truck up
He ran like a duck, now it's me and you boo
And you shit out of luck
Open up and meet these nuts
Now you lumped up for what
Talkin out ya lip now the next thing you kiss is peroxide Miss
Rappin ain't yo style you need to switch
Read your top ten list Sole' on top of this
What what yo yo and you know that I'm the soloist
I'm rollin dice make 'em clap to this
[Repeat 1: x4]
Make 'em clap to this
Make 'em, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
I've been doing this for too long to keep
Singing the same song
This is another one of those happy moments not made for anyone
I don't rap in bumper stickers, I'm witty with 40-liners
Every breath is a chorus, sing along if you're still breathing
I've got gods, I've got issues
Nowadays I've learned to not criticize
Ever seen my foot-in-mouth stance I'm a g walking
Broken token, something of little appreciation
To truly see where all of this aggression stems from
You gotta always play the nice guy and get shitted on
Everyday's a gavin convention with no one to see
Everyday they put up new doors and I don't want the keys
If I'm not getting black-balled I'm getting white-boyed
You can condescend me but you can't offend me
I'm sure i'll get all the secret codes
When showing love to sole becomes trendy
Poor me, I dig myself holes
Somebody marry me, I'm getting old
Somebody remind me why I continue to press on
I need a flamingo to put on my front lawn, I need a front lawn
I need to stop feeling sorry for myself
I need to stop repeating myself
Everything is fading slowly
No longer selling out, I'm buying in
Redefining my grin
Making new medicine and now I'm sick of it all
But I can't get enough. hating females less
Accepting the fact I'm slowly dying
And can't make any songs that glitter
Or be happy in a roller skating rink
So fuck the revolution, it's all about starcraft
Palm-pilots, and meaning what you say
So if you don't understand it, I can't explain it
And if you don't understand it, I can't explain it
If you don't understand it, I can't explain it
Picture perfect, picture perfect picture
The perfect way to spend a perfect moment is all alone
I live here, I'm putting my life here, I'm selling my residence
So I can eat out occasionally
I don't spend enough time here, it's the alien in me
All this paying dues is buying advertising space
Don't call it commercial, call it logical progression
Because I work hard for the critcism
Picture perfect, picture perfect picture
The perfect way to spend a perfect moment is all alone
I live here, I'm putting my life here, I'm selling my residence
So I can eat out occasionally
I don't spend enough time here, it's the alien in me
All this paying dues is buying advertising space
Don't call it commercial, call it logical progression
Because everything sucks
Picture perfect, picture perfect picture
The perfect way to spend a perfect moment is all alone
I live here, I'm putting my life here, I'm selling my residence
So I can eat out occasionally
I don't spend enough time here, it's the alien in me
All this paying dues is buying advertising space
Don't call it commercial, call it logical progression
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen...
We're gonna do a song that you never heard before"
[Intro]
Yeah, it's on some cool shit, some laid back shit
'Bout my young nigga
Work the tongue nigga, ya know what I'm saying?
Yeah, he want Sole'
Many times seen him coming my way
Casual conversations was all that came into play
He had a girlfriend, or so them other niggas would say
Ex-girl was more the word, trippin back in the day
Know what I mean?
Time to scheme on him, sexy as what
Young nigga, work the tounge nigga, checking my butt
I see you looking like you wanna touch, making the cut
You wasn't sure, work the back and I'm working the front
You had to jump, tight white baby's cuffing her ass
Little waist, real brest complimenting her ass
When I pass cocomo from the day at the beach
French manicured feet, hair was highlighted from rocking the bleach
I left him speechless, he wanted, but he baby to me
Spitting lines but I think he still a maybe to me
No time for games but I want him, can't be shady wit me
I breast feed him, and he want it on a daily wit me
This young nigga.
[1:]
Oooh, Sole' give me one more chance
You know I really wanna be your man
Cuz ain't nobody do what you do
I put that on my mama, girl I'm gonna stay true
[Repeat 1]
Flirting wit him, I should leave him alone
Give it to him and he'll wanna try and call me his own
Ringing my phone saying that he wanna kick it wit me
When he know he really only wanna stick it to me
The dime piece, cool, heard that he was working the lots
Several, so I think he might be hitting my spot
Several, knock knock and the movies we watch, boring
Watching me while I'm watching the clock, snoring
Think he slick while he rubbing my leg, butta soft
Tease him back, feel him wanting to beg, lay me down
Here's the oil, he massageing my back, young gun
Full of cum, yea he loaded and strapped
Lick me from the back, working he was putting me down
First night did it right, wasn't no stopping him now, got him sprung
On the couch now he wondering how
Sent him home wit a smile and I gave him a pound
This young nigga.
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Just a tad bit younger than me maturing, the mental
But I had to school him to keep, was real gentle
When I showed him things he never had seen
Turned him out, now he open, yeah, you know what I mean
No round about got him rocking game he never heard of
Foreign languages that he never spoke a word of
Took him places, just the best of them what I preferred of
Any other girl would never even be concerned of
My young nigga
[Gipp]
Hey, look here
[Sole']
What's up?
[Gipp]
Shorty, I don't think this thing between us is gon' work no more
[Sole']
Oh, you don't think it's gon' work?
[Gipp]
[Sole']
You tryin' to say that's it?
[Gipp]
Man, it's over shorty
I gotta move on
Ya know, be gone, ya know
[Sole']
Ya know, I think I was feelin' the same way anyway
So it's over?
[Gipp]
I'm out
[Sole']
Cool
[Gipp]
We been down this street
Down this block before
Bout to let it all go and hit the front door
Down and up, up and down
Told you I was in it big
This the last time that me and you will have this conversation
In a situation goin back and forth
About, who right, who wrong
The same ol' song
See I'm a fresh hit
Anotha girl gon' get
Slow rides, through the park
Gettin hugs in the dark
I know you don't trust me
That's why you beeped my thirty times
But I wasn't doin nothin but in the street gettin mine
And everytime I tried to explain you wouldn't listen
So I left irratated, confused on what to do
You, used to bring light, now you bring pain
So I gotta let you go and let you do ya thang
You used to bring light, but now you bring pain
So I gotta let ya go and let ya do ya thang
[1: Dani (Gipp & Sole')]
We've been trying too long
(Uh, yeah, to get it right but it just won't work)
We've been trying too long
(Yeah, uh, to get it right but it just won't work)
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
Don't mean to press ya but I'm needin to know
If this the end
And if you leave, am I your friend or your foe?
Don't wanna go, you see me turn and look
I walk away slow
Motion be the way
Make sure you catch the kisses I blow
I see you lookin like you wanna take me back in yo' arms
Like when you used to hold me tight
And you protect me from harm
But now we can't resolve the problems that we share
It's a mess
I thought we'd work it out
But now it seems I have to confess
That this the end
But you still knowin that I wish it's the start
You slowly breakin my heart
I gave you everything, you tore it apart
Can't go in circles anymore 'cause we been trying too long
Sometimes you just can't work it out
That's why I'm crying this song
You, used to bring light, but now you bring pain
So I'ma have to let ya go and let ya do ya thang
You used to bring light, but now you bring pain
So now I gotta let ya go and let ya do ya thang
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Gipp]
Me and you, used to be cute
But now we paint a different picture
Love'll get 'cha, and leave ya deaf, dumb, and blind
Everytime, we had some good days, remember those
Momma told me that's the way love goes
So I'ma leave it at that, get my hat, get my strap, get my bags
Be gone in the wind, baby girl
[Sole']
But now I hear you so I guess it's nothin left to be said
It's time that I fled
It's feelin like a blow to the head
I thought that soon I'd see the day that you and I would be wed
But now the end has come, the love is gone, I'm cryin instead
And you, used to bring light, but now you bring pain
So I'ma have to let ya go and let ya do ya thang
[Gipp]
Nah, you used to bring light, but now you bring pain
So I gotta let ya go and let ya do ya thang
You used to bring light, but now you bring pain
So I gotta let ya go and let ya do ya thang
Please remove my name from your rap popularity contest
Take this however you can. look at me, but don't look at me
I woke up on the wrong bed, a wrinkle in time
Remember the times we had? the human satire, yo I'm out for sacrifice
I could make a shirt for this occasion look at me
I'm an mp3 fully rendered absorbing my poor earthling brethren
I have two arms you have 2 thousand dollars
and 30 sentences but not a clue these are hints
I'm talking to be heard, being to get seen
So if you wouldn't mind looking for someone else
Normal people are learning trades and trading tapes and changing tastes
But strange people are making points
Connecting thoughts to make a point and we're laughing At 'em
Arrogant people are talking shit, well people like me got a lot to say
The post futuristic pre-modernism bottle of ragged tortured soles my wretched face
You're rich and out of place, I'm very serious today
[Chorus]
We're all in an aquarium feeding on negativity
Wanting to bury them but there's nowhere to put the bodies
Let 'em burn, the ashes make a wonderful gift
It's a tourist trap I hope they buy this shit
Choke, choke, the world don't stay in touch with my tempo
We thinking big but the status quo moves slow
Everybody's on an upward slope for cosmic slop
Stop them from choking on stage
Over the years perspectives have become idiotic and numb
So it seems like the only way to break ground is the trendy way of breaking ground
I suggest you remain aware then monotonous
Don't make me speak out of turn you're out of touch, so don't complain
There is no difference, digital bootlegs, dubbed tapes or iron on chest plates
I'm almost starving and out of patience
Get your prescription to bottle of humans renditions
Revisions, I'm revisiting my resting place
But I can't rest in any case
I'm probably guilty 'til proven apathetic
If I only had some anesthetic or an aesthetic
or some idiot to just validate my credit
I've earned it although most of you from where you stand
You probably wouldn't see it
[Intro]
2 triple O
Sole'
S, uh
O, ah
L, yeah
E, accent
S, yeah
O, uh
L, yeah
E, accent
[Sole']
Ugh, it's the brown cocomo mama
Call shots, 12 room yachts
Cruisin' the Bahamas, Pocahontas
Strictly out for dollas
Sole' serve it up hot like Benny Hanas
You's a TV dinner, gots to come hard
You seein' me nigga
Wanna freak me, eat me, can't treat me nigga?
No answer, you besta be on your way, uh
Money tossed and you got nothin' to say, yeah
Round the way in the SLK
Sittin' on 20 inches, get money, fuck niggas
Stack flows, got cats with cash flows and dough
All night in the flow, tight
Another pretty face that you bet' know
I'm the illest Cherokee to ever slap a ho
I drop four in your dough, your hard-on?
Get it straight
You can't fuck around on your best date
Now what the deal?
[1: Mr. Raja]
Get your money and your life right
It's a cost to be boss, get the price right
Playas hold it down, then keep ya game tight
Say what you want, but spell her name right, uh-huh
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
Cashin' chips in, all best down, in the Lex now
Decked out, make 'em sweat now
Never let down, precede caution
Had it with flossers, sworn a stinkin' nigga, toss it
Soon as they saw it, shit nigga
I ain't no freak ho, I ain't no duck ho
I ain't no "took me out to eat so we gon' fuck" ho
FUCK NO! I'm a look-but-don't-touch ho
The baddest, one shot of ? fire cabbage
The maddest, the ill flow paterant
In and out the pocket, write it down, 16 drop it
Make a mil when the pants fill
I step it up, when I talk I back it up
I put that out there
In case you bitches start actin' up like y'all fit for action
Cut the mics off and we can get to bitch bashin'
If not, stop talkin', then start walkin'
Cuz real niggas out here like talkin'
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
You little girls is childs play, I bring it to your man
Sole' got it locked from the block to Sound-Scan
Fuck his tummy up, stay off us, ya hear
Red Zone gon' show y'all how to ball this year
I'm big like bottles of Crys and foreign whips
I'm more like more street bombs and stock tips
Bigger than your fox and your bricks
I'm more like Vegas, bet a hundred dollas, got the red chips
If you call me a ho, you better say "Miss Ho"
We can get it on rat scraps or the pistol
If you call me a bitch, you better say "Rich Bitch"
Cuz can't NAN HO fuck with this!
So what you want nigga?
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
S, uh
O, ah
L, yeah
E, accent
S, yeah
O, uh
L, yeah
E, accent
S, uh
O, ah
L, yeah
E, accent
S, yeah
O, uh
L, yeah
[Intro]
Yeah, feel my pain
Filled with pain
It's a struggle everyday
Did I walk in the right door?
I don't know
Yeah
I never back down, I do what it takes me
Things gettin' shaky, can't let it break me
A lot love us, some hate me
Some friends snake me
Sometimes the shit just make me
Wanna grab the tote and lose it
It ain't just tracks and raps
It's a whole other side to music
Things you can't see on MTV, but it's here
Lord, what's happened to me?
I'm really out there
Was this the right door to walk in?
Lips movin', but ain't nobody talkin'
I plead and I cry to the Heaven skies above to show me love
Wish that I could backtrack and make it like it was, but I can't
[1:]
When the pain's in me
I wish that it would let me be
But where can I run and where do I turn
When it's chasin' me?
[Repeat 1]
I got to deal with the what IS, fuck what IF's
Got to put it down and make it right for my kids
How many parties, how many bottles gotta pop?
How many more gots to die?
When this shit gon' stop?
I feel it in my heart, but I plays my part
It's a whole bigger picture so stay true to your art
Until I'm hauled off in the car
Swear it wasn't this dark when I got my start
Internin', been chart burnin', kept learnin'
Kept earnin', and the wheels kept turnin'
But after all the hit songs and the fame is gone
Your money right, but everything else done gone wrong
You're lonely, a lot of bitches is phony
Wanna know me just to tell niggas we homies
Whole time bitch schemin' on my Rolley
It's hard to watch everyone you with
When you rich, niggas with you try to get you
Plenty wanna hit you, I learned it now
It was no way out, now it's no turnin' around
Niggas that was with me, I praise 'em now
A toast to the Red Zone, raise 'em now
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Silence, all eyes on me
But I can see through 'em like I knew 'em, so I walk to 'em
Extend my hand, try to talk to 'em
Stand while others ran and try to understand
Two sides of a story, let me tell my side of it
It's evident, it's there, I can't hide from it
How much for the soul in the window?
Most wanna be rich and famous
It's dangerous, you'll find out in a minute though
I love the close ones, sometimes feel like I got no one
Those that was there, I know I owe 'em
Backstabbers, I brush 'em off
In a room with straight faces, can't trust 'em all
Rush and fall, pause, let nature take it's course
Stand firm cuz I serve a higher force
And I can scream 'til I'm hoarse, hear me Lord
See I'm ? like 3 dice, riskin' it all in street life
At the fork in the road, I made a hard right
I put the work in, then escaped the hard life
I put it down 'til it's time to lay me down
Wanna be free, but a lot of shit weighs me down
The light's dimmin', who gon' save me now?
It's all good, but it ain't gravy now
We gots to do it for the babies now
And bring 'em up to correct all the wrong we've done
And don't let 'em sing the same song we sung
Like, killin' each other off one by one
And turn 'em from slangin' the drugs, into some'in
You can make it out the ghetto in more ways than one
But for now I'mma pray for better days to come
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
Yo yo, yo I come cook and cut
5'6" and buff
Not an ounce of fat
Have you fiendin' like smack
Love to hit it from the back
Knew you way before I tips that
First friends, then lovers, undercovers, I plush flats
You copped the bezels that match
That ice your Rolley to the max
Understand for you, I'll be the man, let alone the bitch
Let me catch you out cheatin', I'mma cut off your dick
Yo, nigga, I'm serious
[Lo...]
Baby, you sick, this your shit
And I'mma label you mine
Plus you a dime, always shine
Be involved with my crime
We had to grind, never understand it's woman and man
We're from the land to the escalades (nigga get paid!)
Lemonade, Tangaray, never change your ways
Cuz you a dame, keep me sane like a walk in the rain
Taught to the game from my perspective
Had you checkin' for snakes
With a mutual agreement that we in it for cake
[1: Lo...]
This is our world so I'mma ride for you
Would you ride for me?
Would you die for me?
[Sole']
This is our world Lo, I'mma ride for you
Would you ride for me?
Would you die for me?
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
Yeah, I got your back to the end
Boy, over backwards, I bent
Any argument, we commend
When I needed money, you lent
I'll be your lover and friend
You did your dirt then I grew it
I stayed there helpin' you through it
I fucked up too and you knew it
Many times I thought that you blew it
But then you'd always make it right with me
No fight with me, forever kept it tight with me
Sometimes you ditched the fellas
Just to come and ride with me
Then stripped me down, licked me up, every night with me
You never made me feel I owed you for the deeds that you done
Re-payed you with my loyalty, promised to give you a son
Can't nothin' come between us ever boy
You know you the one
And love I give you everyday, you know it's second to none
So come and get paid with me, runaway with me
Anytime you need it, come and lay with me
Every day with me, nigga stay with me
Anytime you want it, have your way with me
I'm yours
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Lo...]
For you I'll stack these chips
Keep every gat on spit
Give you the ring, nice things
Without the marraige and shit
You blow the bitch, I blow her man
Never expose our plans
Holdin' hands, rockin' Timberlands
Your feminist stance
Got me trance baby
Donna chick, don't fuck with Old Navy
You couldn't pay me to find another lady, load the 380
These hoes is crazy
Fuck a daisy when I got me a rose
Chalked up, stock broke, still rock our own shows
Phenominal, me and you
Give you the keys to the coupe
Bubble baths, rub that ass
You'll be squeezin' me too
No need for you to stress out, this nigga holdin' his form
Love my son, I love your daughters Q, Cypress, De'jan
Your man at arms, born the same day, Lo with Sole'
Red zone, we held it down
[?] for this hot day
Here to stay 'til we lay 6 feet in graves
Whoever blow first, hold a torch
And speak in our name
[Repeat 1]
[Intro]
Yeah, heh
You know it's funny
The more things change, the more they stay the same
I'm sittin', watchin' these things around me
People doubting me, people questioning me
But everything's falling into place
Yeah, everything in time, feel me?
Never thought I'd be this fly, what
Never thought I'd be this tight, what
Never thought I'd have my time, what
Never thought you'd hear me rap, what
Everybody wanna a piece of my cut
That record deal got sour
It's a trip how people change in this game
But it's still the same
[Repeat 1]
Never caught behind, twist-ups of the mind
Why I can't bring that body ?
Flipped it last time, press rewind
Script it, that time, got ya mind
Boys wasn't wit it, had to recline
Laid back, fade back plenty of times
Tommy Boy's filled with plenty of rhymes
Back there niggas never called me fine
One of the guys that scouts the scene
Roughed up, stuffed up, left the scene
Y'all bitches wouldn't never believe
That their niggas was checkin' for me
Little girl, curls, that was me
Little world, swirls, that was me
Drama unfold, that was me
Drama fun, girls that was me
Scrawny little thing, as a child
Men would chuck, runnin' wild
Me called names?
Not allowed
Gotta be something that was vile
Wide eyed, cried, takin' 'em blowin'
Start ridin', cried, ??
Flip that, start lookin' for shows
Spit that, time I have to go
On the car 'round the block, runnin' with boys
Only girl got Slick McCoy
Had a little crush, name was Troy
Got a little rush, loved the joy
Bent adolescent tryin' to get down
[?] to wearin' a frown
Steady comin' up, wonderin' how
Never been as fly, so look at me now
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Started growin' up, started to bloom
Same damn thing, chased out the storm
E-lay C-lay caught at noon
Write more, fight more, stay in my room
Gettin' with the wrong guy, never again
Get it from the wrong guy, never a friend
Try to go straight, world tryin' to end
No such thing, cuz I'm tryin' to mend
Niggas try to see me, never before
Bitches wanna be me, never before
Niggas that would dis me, tryin' to score
Bitches now jealous of me whore
Heard they relay many of lines
Got played, got laid many times
Crushed inhibition, lookin' for signs
Love didn't live here, it was blind
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
"Who's she?" Everybody askin' me
"Who's she?" Everybody ask to see
Who? Me? Everybody tryin' to be
Game ain't never been a thing to me
Was broke, now tote plenty of G's
Got mad, get with L-O-V
Me be mellow and sweet
[????]
Came up, has lots of luck
Came up, heads like destruct
Write more, don't get stuck
Write more, then make a buck
Bitch can't be heard, ?or a thing?
Been that shit, heard runnin' schemes
Now I'm the hottest thing on the scene
Straight line, got mine, know what I mean?
Keep it on top, not a raid
Hope it don't fly, masquerade..
Myself from them days of play
Stories like this that I relate
Hopin' that, don't start to slip
Hopin' that, can keep a grip
Write rhymes that I can flip
Mothafuckin' business, it's a trip
Learned that life ain't a game
Passed up, passed by, it's a shame
Never let ya life go insane
Time go by, it's chain
Look up, look by, it remains
Still be sittin' there, still complain
Gold digger's dream ??
Look up at the sky, say my name
[Repeat 1]
[Intro: Sole']
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sole', never saw me comin', uh
My brigade, some bad bitches
[1: Sole' & Bobbi]
If ya get doped with bezels
Your neck, wrist and fixed clothes
You spit flows, your click roll
And ride with Lorenzo's, say
Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)
Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi
[Sole']
Ugh, got these niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, I'm about to roar
Spittin' at the sad nigga with the cup of Dom, wha
These mothafuckas can't see me
You mothafuckas can't be me
These mothafuckas can't read me
You mothafuckas, you need me
Followin' with that Who Dat, it's true dat
Rip shit like a true bitch, you knew that
Call to my girls, we gon' do that
Any bitch that's havin' a clue that
9-9, time to shine, comin' with the fine rhymes
Line, line, hang it up, here comes
Mine's mine
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Miss Toi]
Wanna get paper due
Chicks mistake the doo when I sway through
Any nigga in the place gon' hate, so I make mom and pop and diamond case
So I be mucho Luciano, true low
You know B-O be in Montigo Bay sunbathin' topless, out in the tropics
Eatin' good, what's for lunch?
Crab licked, and lobsters
Runnin' with many cats, Sole' (probably blazed out)
Get that cheddar, nothin' better
Y'all keep talkin', yeah whatever
Keep yappin', we gon' continue to make this party happen
[Bobbi]
I'm fittin' to cake now
Check it out, break down
All ya dogs, startin' to act fake now
First album dropped, but ya ain't nuttin'
Bar slangin' for the take-down
Oh, you wanna hate now?
Shut me down? Fuck y'all clowns
At y'all now, bust em down
Sole' evil, Bobbi Boss platinum bound
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Miss Toi]
You irritating hoes don't stress me
And try to cop a fit, listen to my shit
And trick split when you show these suckas you ain't havin' it
Max to this, quit your dis, this a new chick, you familiar with
It's frequently comin' from this sis Miss Bitch
That's what I gotta be, my soldiers full on side of me
Oh they ain't scared to ride for me
All my niggas will die for me
I place these niggas inside of me
So raise your hand real high for me
Don't let no pussy slide with me
Oh, you think you gon' roll with me?
Just any ol' nigga can't roll with me
Wanna see your niggas ??
Don't need no monkeys sworin' me, huh
You feel the pain, pain?
We droppin' game, game
You'll go insane, feelin' the heat from this mic
Comin' real real tight tight, ah-ight?
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
Ugh, bitches, now what you know 'bout this?
These niggas wanna taste the best of licks
The led filled chick, that spit this raunchy led filled shit
See, I'm that "niggas wanna eat me on my period" bitch
I'm serious bitch
That stray ho gettin' curious, bitch
Got kiddies shakin' in their boots, they scared to fight me in this
This Pocahontas bitch got bitches straight re-writin' they shit
I'm Iy Yi Yi 'n on this mothafucka, keepin' you lit
Got veteran niggas in this mothafucka ridin' my clit
See, Tricky shine on this shit
Got nothin' but dimes in my click
And 2 of the baddest mothafuckas out here 'round on this shit
Think you come hard, come with it
Then hear me ballin', forget it
Don't put the mic down and quit
Then ain't no bitch can fuck with it!!!
Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)
Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi
Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi (woo!)
Iy yi yi yi, iy yi yi
We off the chain nigga
We runnin' game nigga
You wanna bang nigga
It ain't no thang nigga
We off the chain nigga
We runnin' game nigga
You wanna bang nigga
It ain't no thang nigga
Yeah Yeah
Sole'
Bitch Brigade comin
Throw 'em up throw 'em up now
[1:]
Wanna Iy yi yi tonight
See me make a nigga mine mine mine tonight
See ya check ya nigga, why why why tonight
Make a nigga dump a hoe for this
Roll with this
Get up in it
[Repeat 1]
The shower when the phone rings lookin for me
Now that figures
Then the door bell, who could it be?
It's my niggas
Wanna get up in my closet and floss it
Make a move never used but i'm grabbin and tossin
Comin too, still new, but I'm lookin fo shoes
To rock wit it
Get the tightest jeans, Gucci the theme
Lock wit it
Little panties but I'm ditchin the bra
No back in it
Got the tightest strings know what I mean
No slack in it
Yell for KC, see if she ready
Let's ride
Hear my other girls pull in the drive
Outside
Last brace, see the angel will last
All night
Check the locks, blow this nigga a kiss
>From last night
Get my keys and I'm droppin the top
Blowin in the wind, wavin or not
Parlay
With the range and the six in the rear
It's all woman, we stunnin
Niggas runnin, my Bitch Brigade comin
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Roll with nothin but the finest of bitches
In my crew
Havin niggas throw the finest of riches
At my crew
Hit the club, ain't no standin in line
Stroll through
Have to shut it down so the Brigade
Can roll through
Sayin nothin and these niggas is sweatin
Come wit it
Know they want the ass, Watchin 'em bettin
On who get it
It's a no go, if you no dough
Fo-get it
Don't like, you can roll the fuck out
Or roll wit it
'Bout 5 of the finest you seen
In yo life
Make you question why the ho that you wit
Is yo wife
At the bar, niggas spillin they drinks
On they slacks
Comin through, we just stoppin they women
In they tracks
Entourage, lookin like we a page
In Playboy
Hear me flow sick, knowin that
I'mma stay, boy
It's Sole', what I'm sayin for us
Ya pay, boy
Pocahontas and my Indian bitches
Don't play, boy
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Pack it up, now we leavin the club
Let's ride
Screamin niggas follow closely behind
Outside
Time to go, leave 'em wonderin why
Dreams die
Thought you come wit me, heard it from who?
Damn lie
Got to take it home, workin tomorrow
Laced track
Puttin it down, me and Santa forever
Blazed that
Hit the door, and my nigga is waitin
I'm wit that
Put it on him like a champ
And ya never forget that
Epilogue read the sole epidemic spread seeds giving hope
Casting selections and suggestions of success to my oppressors
If hip hop is a movement, I am the moronic reincarnation of kinetic energy
Siphoned within toleration without a face
You wanna know where I stand it's over your head
On your face. in this chrystalis I gestate
Just so you can mock my wings
I've done too much slithering I'm now claiming skies
All this concrete wasn't made to trap my sound and mute my cries
Absorbing one another's lies perception is the window we shatter
Pick up the pieces everything is clear
I've got a thousand ways to say nothing
So I cherish lyricism and freeform through farce
My odd facade iconoclast no longer enslaved by the concept of bars
But still excited when the beat drops
Read me between the lines, I'm not blank space
Case and point; blank stare. I stare into space filling in the blanks
And I don't brainstorm, I shift cerebral plates until the rain comes
So do you doubt me, or do you look around and you talk about me?
And are you afraid to make the same mistakes I never made? trick question
I'm a riddle, a.d.d. riddling daily routines mainly seen in the wanted ads
Somebody left my freestyle before the abridged
Paid toll, troll under bridge I gets gruff with a mask on
Dancing on flames until the clouds cry and crowds eat churning charcoal
Anticon, still fresh with a barcode
Moodswing9 still the static tie electron that bonds my vehicular molecular structure
Through ions, eons till the millenium bla bla bla
You wanna join my revolution?
Then wipe that stupid look off their billboard
See there's a war going on for airwaves, props, and smart girls
It's a small world a lot of big heads and small minds
All competing to see who's got the biggest dick
Well I vie to see who's got the biggest plan
I've got big words and catch phrases for emergency situations
A couple of minutes ago I was chilling
My insurance company dropped me, the other night I had my car stolen
What the fuck are you gonna do to me?
I've had my ass kicked so many times my spine is in line
With the ability to only exist within my own sandcastle point in time
Get it, shallow threats and knives can't kill me
I am the ideal of sole, the idea of being my own idol
A superman superceding superficial people
We can't do lunch I refuse to be fed or eaten
[Intro: Tech]
Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this
Tech Niner, Sole'
Bout to make that ass hot baby
Like this, yo
[Female singing]
I heard the party didn't stop
'Til Tech Niner got ill one man crew, runnin' through you
Niggas let their cash drop, ladies made that ass hot
Make 'em say "ooh", that's what we do
[Tech]
This one's for the niggas' in the club
Fucked up, full of liquor
Fittin' to let the Tech N9ne feelin' hit ya
Everybody respect mine when I step up
INSANE (ish)
Killa, killa, doin' damage to a nigga BRAIN (ish)
Haters can't maintain
[Sole']
Killin' everybody with the murderous flow
I'mma let a nigga know 'bout fly Sole'
Bad to the bone with the fucked up jump
So we all get drunk and crunk all day
We hard, let's keep all this marvelous shit
We killin' everything
And Tricky started all of this shit
[Tech]
Ay yo, get paid, never get sprayed
Takin Sole', be the brainiacs
[Sole' and Tech]
Warner Brothers and DreamWorks
So I guess we're Animaniacs
All the niggas in the back get with the ladies in the front
From side to side, we gon' survive and get what the fuck we want
That's right
[1: Sole' and Tech]
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough
And make it rougher
Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka
[Repeat 1]
[Tech]
I'm dancin' with this bitch with an ass so fat
Had to dash to the back, hit that ass from the back
With that ass in my rap, put that ass on the map
I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's
All of my killas can't see, fill the niggas on the drive-by ki's
Ask me to bomb and I will
Ask me to be calm and I kill
I got that bomb style and your shit ain't real
Your shit is simply - unrealistic
Your bitch seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness
This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this dick
In a minute, I'mma bust this flow
I'mma let these suckas know
Nine millimeter is about to blow
And I'm out to get your ho
Puncuate the first to shake that ass and get that cash stack
All the playa haters better stand back when I flashback
Ish hot, knowin' ??? in your club and I'm kinda scold dragon
Yo, I thought you heard Tech Niner got that ground control
All up in your bitch's roll with that ass exposed, yo
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[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
Na na na na na
You can not fuck with Tech N9ne and Sole'
Comin' with the rough shit
Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely
Lots of killa thugs be wishin' they could fuck me
If you's a hustle man, throw your hands up
Throw my hands up, I did it cuz this ho just ran up
The way you bustas try to step to me, it's killin' me
Stank breath, mackin' law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no
Yellin' about ki's and dope, broke
I hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat
Scope, wash your mouth out with soap
Ladies dressed with power, awfully remote
Time, nigga it's wine, throwin' rhymes, killa be mine
Blowin' nine, and I'mma shine, growin'
Hella ass I'm showin'
I see you in the back freakin'
Everybody in the front tweekin'
While me and Tech be peakin'
Off in the club scene every weekend, we the shit
Throwin' rough ride full of grit, ass that you wanna get
Twit, beware my bite it truly venomous when I spit
Beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the street
On the back seat of your Jeep, over peak rollin' deep cuz...
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[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Outro: Tech]
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
This nigga Tricky got me drunk
Off this mothafuckin' Hennessy and Alize' baby
We off in ATL kickin' it for Sole' baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
Too much ass in one room baby
Shake what your mothafuckin' mama gave ya
Tech Niner in this bitch
For the year 2-thou baby
It's all delicious, Tech N9ne
Bitch
[Intro]
Yeah, at one point, I thought I couldn't live without you
But now, I don't how the fuck I lived with you
But I just take that shit as a lesson learned
That what goes around, comes around
And yours is comin' muthafucka, believe that
[Sole']
Nightmares of love gone wrong
Got me writin' this song
Played it out, back in my mind and heart you used to belong
Rewind it back, thought it was nice when 2 became 1
Bet you never thought Sole' would turn and leave you with none
Woulda thought I gave you life, had me bent like a comma
Love turned to hate for fillin' my life with bullshit and drama
Played games, told me lies, steady pullin' these strings
And put me up in fly ass cribs and had my flossin' them things
While you was runnin' wild, had me busy shoppin' and shit
Hittin' the clubs with my girls, wasn't no stoppin' a bitch
Throwin' bills like I'm Mickey, I was spendin' it fast
Sure money nice but sure as hell don't make relationships last
Gave my all, did it all, tryin' to make sure it worked
While you ran the streets and even had me doin' your dirt
Dumb tricks and dumb skits I was pullin' for you
A dumb bitch and dumb shit I went through
For the love of you
[1: Tamar]
And you know
I didn't wanna live without you babe
Never thought I would throw your love away
Now I'm gone and you're lonely, it's a shame
But I did it for the love of you, babe
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
Woulda gave my life to save yours, nigga
Push came to shove
A bullet with your name I'd change to mine
And nigga, that's love
Prayers that you'd be spared from wickedness that lived in the streets
And when them niggas you was beefin' wit start bringin' da heat
I got involved in dumb shit that didn't involve me at all
Had bitches scratchin' up my car and then you havin' the gall
To say it wasn't your fault and that you wasn't to blame
Thought you would come home after drama, have me screamin' your name
Young and dumb, I took you back pretendin' I couldn't see
You havin' babies on the side while you still fuckin' wit me
Things was never right, forever fight that's what we would do
Then I saw the light my game was tight from runnin' wit you
You had me stressed out and thinkin' that its time that I quit
So I wouldn't leave, had me believe I wasn't worth shit
It's crazy, yo it amaze me, these afairs of the heart
I look back and realize it wasn't love from the start
[Repeat 1: x4]
[Sole']
How things can change, one day infatuated, washin' your drawls
Another day, it's screams and fightin' dishes breakin' on walls
Walk in relationship, I'm sane thinkin' that you were too
A year later, I'm fuckin' crazy, throwin' glasses at you
And scratchin' up yo car, I take it far, I'm cuttin' yo tires
Don't understand it, why my heart is steady playin' wit fire
I turned psychotic, you got it, in this sick relationship
I'm tryin' to run you off the road, you and that broke-down bitch
I'm too fly for that shit, I'm lookin' back in disgust
The nights I cried, the times you lied all blown away with a gust
Things I did for your love, they was never returned
Gave all the jewelry to my moms and then your pictures I burned
You can't turn no little boy into no grown ass man
So change yo game and get it tight, if that's your previous plan
Boots is made for walkin', finally learned what life was about
Pulled it together, grabbed my Gucci boots and stepped the fuck out
[JT Money]
Yo, what's up?
What's up baby?
Dis yo nigga
[Sole']
Nigga, where da fuck you at?
[JT Money]
Mr. good dick, what you say?
[Sole']
I said where da fuck you at?!
[JT Money]
What how you feel?
How you say you feel?
[Sole']
I feel like you need to get home before yo shit be outside
[JT Money]
You say you daddy to come through and regulate?
What? Put his thang down, what? It's all good
[Sole']
It could be 4, 5 or 6, you bet' not be nowhere laid up wit no bitch
You betta bring that home to momma, don't be playin and shit
If you get horny when you out, no need for eyein' them hoes
Why eat a burger when you got steak and potatoes at home?
A short drive is all it takes, I'm just a phone call away
Ain't no excuses mutha fucka for you runnin astray
I give it to you when you want it aint no other's like mine
Yo ex-bitch can't fuck with this, so don't be wastin' yo time
The Indian, black mix, boy like I told you before
And we can ay yi yi the fur rug on my living room floor
And ain't nan hoe gon' bring it like you know I'mma bring it
And ain't nan hoe gon' freak it like you know I'mma freak it
And ain't nan hoe gon' shake it like you know I'mma shake it
And aint nan hoe gon' take it like you know I'mma take it
So don't make me come lookin for you, pull you outta some mix
Then turn around and bust you in yo shit for 4, 5 or 6
[1: Kandi]
I don't care if it's 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 in the morning
Boy you better call me when you think you gettin horny
I don't give a damn bout who you with
Just as long as you aint givin up my shit
[Repeat 1]
[JT money]
You know me as your player, your pipe layer, your all night stayer
All up in your sauce when you need your rocks off
Knock your socks off, baby off the chain in this bitch
Have your wide ass open while I'm slangin' this dick
Got you lovin' this shit, suckin and fuckin this dick
Wanna go and make some bucks for this dick
Fightin' all in the club for this dick
I'm that player that you chose
Long as you satisfied, baby fuck them other hoes
Just keep my pussy horny so you can put it on me
Girl you know I'm the only one who can satisfy your monkey
Ain't nobody gon' do you like I do when I put this love stick inside you
Money man guaranteed to satisfy you
Have you open all night like a drive-through
So bring yo thang on so I can get my bang on
I hope you likes a good fuck because my game strong
And I ain't lyin' girl you wouldn't if you could quit
I signs my name on that pussy, Mr. Good Dick
That's my shit
[Repeat 1]
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[Sole']
Now nigga what you gone do, ugh, let me put this good lovin on you
We can do everything that you want to
'Cause I like it real freaky, nigga don't you
That's right, don't make no promises
Can't find none better than mommas is
Stay wet, stay tight, keep you comin' back
Go all night feelin' right, you be lovin that
Hell yeah, like wanna make enough moves
Fuckin you boy like I got something to prove
Runnin loose, fuck it nigga gotta pay dues
Make you wanna tell ya boys all about whose
No talkin' now, come get the good shit
Make you never wanna fuck another hood bitch
Have ya breakin' off plans to come and lay me
Mutha fucka, don't ever try and play me
[1: J. Weav]
Your girlfriend's lyin' baby, it wasn't me
Your girl said I hit it baby, it wasn't me
Your girl wants to do it to me
She wants to give it to me
She will not stop until I let her come and do it to me
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
I need to ask you a question
This thing that I heard, it got me stressin'
I'm guessin' baby, comin' to you for your confession
If you did it, then you besta tell me, straight up
Cuz what I heard completely overwhelmed me
Don't try to sell me, then compell me to be packin' and gone
Or better yet, I'll pack you up before the end of the song
But if I'm wrong, then my complete apology, you will see
This can not happen, now you know that I don't wanna believe
That you would be forever lettin' other women recieve
The love you give me everyday, I find it hard to concieve
But if it's true, then I'mma have to tell you this is the end
I'll ask you once, not again
Was you fuckin' my friend?
Tell me now
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
Now let me tell you what she told me
She said that you was fake and phony
Fuckin' my homie, actin' like you don't even know me
Sayin' time and time again that you was leavin' me lonely
Ridin' my pony, Angie and this chick named Romie
Tellin' me the way you hit it when I left for the Keys
Talkin' 'bout the carpet burnin', she recieved to the knees
The multiple orgasms, with the greatest of ease
And orally the way you had her screamin', beggin' you please
And she was trouble from the start when I met her one night
If I leave, "Dear John" will be the letter you find
If you want her, you can have her, it ain't wetter than mine
It be another man's gain, it ain't better than mine
Now tell me
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Sole']
I know she lies, but the details was all too clear
And I know better than to run with everything that I hear
Trust was never a problem for us, it was perfectly clear
It's been like happy ever after for the past 2 years
I know she wants you though, she said it on the night that we met
Now she takin' drastic measures, tryin' to see if she get
She fightin' in a battle that she know she never could win
Step it down to a 6 when you workin' with 10
Wanna walk in my heals?
Wanna walk with my deals?
Wanna know how it feel?
I'm just bein' for real
I take your word for it this time, I'm stayin' with you
Make sure it never happen, I ain't playin' with you
Now tell me
june 11th, saturday, we were laughin', 1 year later,
it took me 21 years to make this album.
but i did 3/4ths of it in the last 2 weeks.
notebooks after phone calls, cars lined up to be extinguished in the office place.
embarcadero is the biggest mauseleum imaginable,
this house can't stay clean.
too many superstars on the rug, too many tags on the fog on the mirror.
this is it, and i can see them when i see me.
reflection is relative, nothing can be finished by then.
these phone bills pile up, forgotten half of the convos anyway.
sole is idol worship, these songs are all different sides of me,
i dont know if that's a good or a bad thing.
but this is cleansing, a baptism in babylon.
a broken bottle of humans where idiosyncrasies are fiestas.
it's party time, and i forgot my hip-hop hat,
cut off all the heads quietly naked screaming for attention.
used to wear my ego as a sweater,
now it's the cape that follows me throughout the atmosphere.
keep your eyes to the ground, swallow your pride.
talk to the voices in your head.
how did the alarm get 2 hours ahead?
it's been like that for a minute, my hands are dirty.
and somehow i manage to separate that from the keyboards and melodies
that swallow up my fantasies.
smoke on these phrasings, i dont wanna be amazing.
just leave me, so i can record album number 6 next month,
and always remain inspired.
i'd promise the outro but i don't want to spoil the moment
i'd promise the outro but i don't want to spoil it...
i picture chubby deaf girls dancing in a black and white freeze frame.
i hear galaxies as communities i shall never see.
oh no, it's those creatures with the big heads and eyes and they're coming for me.
i think of pages burning, and lots of light beaming from an unseen source.
i'm more like this giant making boquets,
the bullet just entered and she entering pain.
it don't rain, it splatters, that's why my data remains after the pain.
don't blame me if all my songs sound the same.
i'm a product of envy and turmoil roller coasting insane.
trying to change the world 5 pages at a time,
calling green lights stops signs, it's all aura laborious.
my aura and story is static like clouds are sculptures.
humanity is too much cotton candy.
here's some food for thought in digestion decompose.
we compose, here's another patented product for your collection.
language is action packed, come on let's picnic,
and nitpick between factions, fact, fiction and mineral.
sink fast, the uprise goes on without us.
i'm all ears, all here, blind to you and your puppeteer.
everyday is truman show,
true men show their face and expose flesh.
who made the cut? my pen is the sax, so the horn blows the grand scheme. relax.
i'd promise the outro but i don't have any time.
i'd promise the outro but this is only the beginning...
sole is the protocol, sex symbol, fly on the wall.
this a pre-emptive strike, match struck.
awestruck beyond comparison, white collar barbarian,
telling the librarian; these are the papers to bury the sky.
it's christmas time, bring in styrofoam cups filling outside of the lines.
these are scribbles for an older exhausted pulse.
it's the return of the never been there.
give me 5 minutes we'll melt you're 12 dollars we stupid crackhead cupids.
milking the earth for what it's worth, with my family or single handedly.
this hand breaks things, this hand molds things.
son i'm in my own shadow,
the mold that breaks the glass.
your ears are my walls and these are mere paragraphs.
follow the architect, sure we're erecting art and texture.
now sole is only human, enjoy my imperfections.
put a red dot on that, slaughtering articles, pen and pixeling particles.
here's your entry, posing makes participants feel practiced, so keep them skills dull.
i bang symbolism off doldrums and still spare minutes.
check my postcards these are letters from god.
i've been practicing this face for centuries.
these are acts of pretention.
i've been practicing this face for centuries.
how you like my grill?
how you like my smile?
She pulls each string attached to vital organs with a crippling chuckle.
He shrieks until it's no longer worth mentioning.
There's a blizzard outside the dollhouse that permits man from simple rituals.
Inside it's not much different,
The hammer smacks his knees and he's forced to prey to the demon's insecurities.
On a pathological, uni-dimensional system of devilish symbols.
Which means it doesn't get more disgusting
Then a moaning desperate soul screaming please don't go until the life is gone.
I know the light are on and i used to light cigarettes with 'em.
Make a sacrifice humans are vices too,
Comfort is a lesser-civilized form of confirmity.
Let's dance to pincushions birth control pills shall be a prison cell.
All it wants is an engagement ring circle of fire another devilish ceremony.
She's wearing a black cloak to the wedding,
And he's wearing a glue on tie to match the body cast.
And every member of the family is lonely and happy,
And doesn't have anything to complain about,
But never shuts the fuck up 'til he's bathing in a puddle of urine;
The cast beautifully fitting.
Get well soon i wrote on the chest in the same shades we used to paint walls with
'Til modern technology made the arms obsolete.
I imagine she's standing on a toadstool built from the same family tree of broken branches
But the lovely leaves keep them from falling below.
The fruits grew up rotten spoiled and spawning parasitic tendencies.
My friend, i fear the juices might kill you,
But i can't help you.
My make pretend crew, runs thicker then fake blood in horror movies.
Man and woman is killing babies.
Man and woman still beat each other.
Man and woman can barely rarely speak.
Honesty is the key
Did I get crossed out? absolutely,
Everybody's etched in a little piece of themselves, we're sweating though.
Fountain of youth like isabelles and jesabelles, no wedding bells, queen elizabeth.
Holy motherfucker smack your gauntlet into a labyrinth.
Escher crustified seen through walls hand carved puppets
Don't make a madman out of god's gifts.
X marks something magnificent if it's meant to be,
And I'm meaning daddy kev, well welcome to my odditorium.
Let's make molehills of insecticide what dreams are made of in and about
With all limbs dancing as one it's a masterpiece and you're invited, who's sweating?
Wake the waves we throwing tantrums who's catching this jathan vs the spicegirls
Ideas thrown at random time is to waste and I'm an archangel.
Slaying every cliche I've ever thrown where's the diss in that?
I'm dissing languages, what's the point? everyone is called out.
Numbers in everything, decode my dick, I ain't linda tripping this is my stadium.
Another gift of gab I suppose everyone oughtta change their clothes
Oh these girls are angels apparently god lives in seattle.
Jathan is the ceo in a desk of air, salute the aliens before they melt omega6.
I've been sacrificed to a volcano check it out,
I'm a big word paraphrasing moments of genius.
Imagine my eyes burning every time I'm reading this,
If it's meant to cry, and I guess all people are meant to die.
What is it you're looking at? there's a hole in my chest call it heartache.
Sole's a ventriloquist, antagonist, wanna be soothsayer, rhymesayer, so the irony is whatever.
Oh look I slit my wrists so I'm supposed to be a lantern landing in animation abandoning all my human traits.
You're all in bondage, bon voyage we keep it in accompaniment,
Suggest professionalism, throw up your w's ask questions.
This is a questionaire what you've abandoned your god, where we all godforsaken
In a makeshift writer's workshop all alone,
We in a makeshift writer's workshop all by myself.
Where are my planets we are all planets in plain clothes
Walking in line where's the irony in that?
This is my office who are you yelling at?
Drink your santa shit, take that smart shit elsewhere.
I'm practicing being dumb, don't tempt me. I can take off my shirt,
Black and yellow photographs that shit is dead.
Sole is my epitath that makes this the farewell slash entrance
Like never before so do whatever.
Everyone is on the floor this is a stickup you're being raped for your innocence,
So I'll rob you blind for what that's worth.
I love my mother and amanda's dreadlocks it's over, take your picture leave me alone,
This isn't even me.
Paint tim holland naked, read it and weep.
Wipe that thought off your face I'm on an ego trip.
So where's my trophy who wins humanity 1999 1200 hobos those numbers make sense.
We make up a percentage a defense brainwashing pestilence.
It's all about advertising, can I rent space in your mind?
It's all about merchandising I'm so underground everyday I wake up at 7: 30 and I still ain't dead.
It's all about if I don't come down up off of this irony coming off hard,
One thousand ideas of sympathy. let's dance, sex symbol symphony time for ambush.
Eight twilights in a frame, all eyes on portland, maine m.e.
This is my god complex and you're all shareholders.
Hold hands, can I get an om, or a loan?
I'll pay you back over my dead body resurrected, still torn and stillborn,
I'm still adding names next time it will be more like "dear society."
I'm a live poet still fermenting and ending any explanation on an expedition
We call hiphop and I think it's the greatest waste of time ever shat.
Where's my sarcasm, it's actually sincerity when I rap it's what I do.
All hip-hop is something I listen to when I know what I'm not talking about.
Or insinuating disclaimer everything I write is a diss song,
This time I'm talking about the things I can't change.
We'll always be hungry and pointing fingers
When in the end we should have been building skyscrapers. this is my planet,
I'll have my people talk to your people I'm not weird and everybody's bored
So let's be important while we're writing hand gestures give me some oceans.
We're orphans and organs in a well in a porn like carousel
This is a trampoline springboard.
An idealistic "isn't it worth the time it took to step off?"
Someday this will be an ancient society.
I'm doing this in hopes of never getting crossed out, so where's my dotted line?
J. Fopp
The sole disciple
Of a forgotten faith
Buries the last survivor
In a fading soil
Bleeding black, I'm bleeding black
Wounded
A hope is falling apart
Beneath the sacred surface
Cracks in the eggshell
Called life
Still feasting on this solemn moment
Descending... to a narrow place
Fevered dreams
Inside this immortal asylum
Eternal yearning
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