Twelve Filmography

• Tha Eastsidaz (2005)

• Elenium
• Seven Nations
• Jurassic 5
• Peter Heppner
• Gay Dad
• La Dispute
• Illectronic Rock
• I Would Set Myself On Fire For You

Is this the town you're looking for?
There are only dead
I've kept my eyes closed
But sometimes I peek
Twelve,
To get us through the night
I'd turn back if I could
You should
There are only dead
Until...
You'll lose interest
You wither
And one day
You're one of the dead

Out from the ashes of gray desire
Out from the dream and into the fire
I said a lot, it won't mean thing
After she's gone these words will sting
No gods could be that cruel to me
No gods could be that cruel to me
Six minutes gone and I'm still alive
And who would have thought that I could survive
With pieces of eight and odd bits of string
Are all I remember when I hear her sing
No gods could be that cruel to me
No gods could be that cruel to me
And I blame the sun
And I blame the moon
I blame myself
And I blame you
Twelve minutes gone and I'm still alive
And who would have thought that we would survive
With all lines repeating and nothing rehearsed
I feel so stupid; I feel I'm cursed
I don't want to think anymore
I don't want to think anymore
No gods could be that cruel to me

One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for
Yo, my pleasure principle from the streets of South Central
Ghetto hip-hop, nonstop fundamental
Urban curb servin', vocabulary surging
Rebel with the turban and the street corner sermon
I keep it working for certain, close curtains
Renegade bought up a troop when I'm dispursing
That body rock moving, ghetto baby music
We eat together with the inner city coolness
Yo (Who's this?) Slicing a rhyme in square bits
Burning through open skin like newly prepared grits
It's 2na Fish, I'm bringing the bad news
And changing your bathroom if you thinking that cash rules
Oooh, pumpernickle blow words like snot speckles
When shots echo, some duck and hide like Doc Jeckyl
Like Don Rickles, I'm kicking rhymes that stop heckles
Correcting all them bumbaclot specials
Yeah, I got my mind on my money for those that comprehend
And my money on whatever I think I look fresh in
Questions, is he stepping authentic?
Controller of the panic, break a senate lieutenant
Spit it, yo, despite your critic comments
Knowing it ain't a hotter verse than Zaakir Mohammed
Whether last or first, or bottom or top
Now is it "Stop hip-hop" or "Hip-hop don't stop?"
You need to protect your neck
You the kind of brother who be chasing checks
Me and my crew crash through and get nuff respect
Basic bet takers I'm beyond your average thinker
Break and MC down, like my name was Dr. Shrinker
Passion fake MC's, wearing mink MC's
On-the-brink MC's, you need to think MC's
Bout to sink MC's, don't even speak MC's
Cause half the shit you kicking sounding weak MC's
Yo, it goes one, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for, ahh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for
I razor sharp with mindset, sunset til sun
And I admit, I used to bite people's shit when I was young
Back in 83rd, before my style was preferred
Now my connectionw with the word is preferred
Primo, my AC, 310
The first confidential, inscribed my initial
The Z double A K-I and R
Submerge in submarine words near and far
Cause I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds like me
Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel the flavor at ease
Degrees of melodies, typewriter MC's
They on their Q's and P's withing my vicinity
Department of Correctional Rhyme Ability
Keep the biters on lock, rock no silk
Still shock, rhyme around the clock
You schmucks is out of luck, I'm ready to run amuck
Ayo I'm lampin, I'm lampin, I'm cold stone lampin
High pitch, beat drumsticks like Lionel Hampton
The champion, fly shit, the anthem
5'11" with dark skin and tantrum
Handsome never, not even as a kid
The girls used to say "Oh his nose is too big"
Yo, you'll get bruised, kid, ghetto blues, you'll never refuse shit
The show's good, pinching MC's like rosewood
I'm shrinking you rap characters into die-cast minitures
I'll blast ten of you while my rhymes while my rhymes harass senators
Through TV monitors, brains and glass dinner jaws
Verbal vinegar for you biters down at the salad bar
The combat that's making your mom mad
I'm feeling a congrat for burning his mom bad
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door
And give the party people what they came here for, ahhh
One, two, Jurassic Crew
What we bout to do, brothers have no clue
Three, four, tear down the door

They were twelve of the bravest men that I've ever seen
They were waiting on a mountain top to defend their queen
Against the rambling troops of bandits hiding in the
stormy night
And when they heard hollow steps nearing they knew they
had to fight
They were twelve and they were fighting. Their blood
covering their hands
Against the growing crowd of enemies no one of them could
stand
Just the oldest of our brave men was resisting in his
rage
But when he also fell he left this world at fifteen years
of age
They were twelve of the bravest men that I have ever seen
Much too young and much too courageous and much too

pain I had as a child
dark sky I knew for a while
thoughts I have as a man
take me back there again
could I forgive you
I know that I can
could I survive you
I think that I have
well I burned all the bad news
that was a weight off my mind
that was a weight off my mind
pain take a look at me now
see me back from the blue
shake the dust from my shoes
only the hurt there to harm you
peace be easy
I know you could use it
it wasn抰 that hard getting by without it
I burned all the bad news
and that was a weight off my mind
a weight off my mind
you抳e got your trouble in mind
you抳e got your trouble in mind
trouble in mind
you抳e got your trouble in mind
trouble in mind

Walked into find you sitting in your kitchen, softly singing,
“Someone carry me away.”
If there’s always someone leaving.
Will we ever stop believing that the winter fits us perfectly?
Isn’t someone always coming?
Once the summers up and running
Won’t you feel warm with me?
But we’re so tired of when we don’t make mistakes
But things get torn away.
And we’re so scared of losing faith
That we can’t put things back together when they break.
Walked into find you staring out the window at a city
Holding memories of older times and how’d she’d gone away.
And we sang through smoke and rum and coke and
Promised with our pity, man, one day, I swear we’ll be ok.
Walked into find you sitting in your kitchen, softly singing,

it's almost day my breath is cold
the clock looks old
I smell the gave my dirty home
and fall asleep
clear turns to black black turns to white
as I sleep
don't wake me up when I sleep
cause I'm so deep in my dreams
don't wake me up
I drown my thoughts and lose control
when I'm awake
my heart is deaf my mind is blind
as I sleep
don't wake me up when I sleep
cause I'm so deep in my dreams
don't wake me up when I sleep
cause I'm so deep in my dreams
I drown my thoughts and lose control
when I'm awake
my heart is deaf my mind is blind
as I sleep
don't wake me up when I sleep
cause I'm so deep in my dreams
don't wake me up when I sleep

12.1
No, well not patiently serenade and await the coming of
all that is ours for the taking. No come-hither cooing
from our lips escapes; no soft, whispered wherefore-
art-thou poetry. Well accent our lives! This trials so
desperate and dire. So hackneyed, held hardly together
by our hoarse screams heard only between whats sewn in
song: the stitching seems so severely immaterial, im
sure. But this is ours. Produced for our pleasure, not
yours. Not yours!
12.2
On these words of our evolving truth weve patterned our
lives, building bolt by bolt, laying floorboards and
walls with our sweat and our blood and our ten
blistered hands to uproot our old plans, to throw off
and leave. To leave, yes, we will leave this place for
a life not contrived by those that came before us
12.3
Our hour nears, just watch the way the hands
circumscribe the face. Then we will fly, we will flee
this thirteenth colony when thirteen bells ring.
12.4
This is our plea: to the blue-suspended cirrus stirred
by arrowheads of sparrows flight, make room for me. To
the tangles of the forests viral vacuoles knotted
lives, make room for me. To the horizon forever afoot,
the waning western light, make room for me. To the
oceans open bellies, black and swelling, starving,