i'm sorry i couldn't live up to
so sorry i couldn't be like you
i'm sorry i couldn't become
what you are
I couldn't have tried any less
I hate becoming your regret
I kinda like what you put me through
Maybe you're not like them
Maybe they're not really your friends
Maybe you think too fucking hard
Too fucking hard...
You can't take it from me
How can you take what was never mine
i could have done so much more
i could have been so much more
Now I'm one person less than I used to be
So what am I supposed to think
So what am I supposed to think
So what am I supposed to think
So what am I supposed to think
I couldn't have tried any less
I hate becoming your regret
I kinda like what you put me through
Bitch!
Hoe!
Cunt!
Slut!
Tramp!
Liar!
Whore!
You can't take it from me
How can you take what was never mine
You can't take it from me
i'm sorry i couldn't live up to
so sorry i couldn't be like you
i'm sorry i couldn't become
what you are
I couldn't have tried any less
I hate becoming your regret
I kinda like what you put me through
Maybe you're not like them
Maybe they're not really your friends
Maybe you think too fucking hard
Too fucking hard...
You can't take it from me
How can you take what was never mine
i could have done so much more
i could have been so much more
Now I'm one person less than I used to be
So what am I supposed to think
So what am I supposed to think
So what am I supposed to think
So what am I supposed to think
I couldn't have tried any less
I hate becoming your regret
I kinda like what you put me through
Bitch!
Hoe!
Cunt!
Slut!
Tramp!
Liar!
Whore!
You can't take it from me
How can you take what was never mine
You can't take it from me
How can you take...what was never mine
[P.O.S.:]
It's been a bit; you look a little sick
You got the vibe of a ghost and I'm not equipped
But I can host, or I can drive
And a ride might be right, just hit the gas and crash
Tonight, must have been a beast
I bet you still rock a sweater in the heat, right?
And you can stand like it's not that bad
But I only hear from you when it is, and you know that
[Slug:]
My agenda is pure, I'm sure you remember
The dialogue that occured, I would render
The whole campus blue
If it was just another blender to manage through
Guess it depends on the day to day
Most days I don't even wanna see your face
Don't say that you don't need love; it's old
Act tough but your blood's exposed
[Chorus: Slug]
I like the way you comb your hair
And I love them stylish clothes you wear
You've got some lights you're down to share
It seems as if you want to care
Good luck; the game you play ain't fair
Still stuck on why you standin' there
We'll keep your name inside the prayer
Tear down that self-made cross you bear
[P.O.S.:]
I've been your ride the last few years
I've seen you through when no one's there
I finally get why that's the case
We let the liar lie in wake
Up, it don't deserve my sleep
And I can't catch a wink 'til you stop, 'til you think
'til you're clean, 'til you quit, 'til you're done
This is it; I'm at the end of my rope
You're at the end of your wick
[Slug:]
Midday with your bright stage light and your
Mistakes, more weight and the frame might
Give way to the offbeat dance 'til the
City and the concrete cracks in here
I still watch you 'cause I believe
There's somethin' true beind your teeth
It's in them secrets that you keep
Fish outta water trying to breathe
[Chorus: Slug]
I like the way you comb your hair
And I love them stylish clothes you wear
You've got some lights you're down to share
It seems as if you want to care
Good luck; the game you play ain't fair
Still stuck on why you standin' there
We'll keep your name inside the prayer
Tear down that self-made cross you bear
[Slug:]
Bear with me, it's wrong to stare
But somehow I'm on it like it's what you wanted
Now I'm here, whistlin' a song and tears
Might fall on a pair of distracted ears
Are you, listenin' it's the sound of toy hancuffs
And another voice you can't trust
Disrupt the self destruct
Waitin' for the ball to hit the ground
Just to watch it bounce up
[P.O.S.:]
Up, and down the same steps
We've both have climbed that bind and connect us
I still feel the itch sometimes, but it lets up
You scratch 'til you bleed; you bleed just to prove life
So you can see it with your own two
But it's mixed with a mess and it's not you
Can you hear me past the heartbeat?
Or do you only know I care when our eyes meet?
[Chorus: Slug]
I like the way you comb your hair
And I love them stylish clothes you wear
You've got some lights you're down to share
It seems as if you want to care
Good luck; the game you play ain't fair
Still stuck on why you standin' there
We'll keep your name inside the prayer
[P.O.S.:]
Okay...
Peasant like a peacock, hesitant like heroine
I barrel down whatever barrel's aiming at me
How sick? All sick all three-sixty-five days in ways
Radio plays, don't relay, don't behave, fuck 'em
We been without 'em, couldn't need anything less
Ate what they feeding, still hate to feel it, digest
They, they're like "Get it while it's good
Get it on demand, get it just to get it now
Get it while you can, live a little, ay"
[Chorus]
We don't want nothing from no one
We don't need nothing you're selling
We don't see anything moving
We don't have the time
We just need something to eat
We just need some place to sleep
We need the basics and baby we are gonna be
Alright [x8]
[P.O.S.:]
Hah, they can't do nothing for you man (sorry)
Keep talking heads, just work that wordplay while you can
They'll listen too, huh? Break 'em if you can
Sleepwalking ain't really a hobby, it's just so damn eaaaaaasyyyy to get good
Beat up a bag, eat, key a Hum-V
Draw something pretty on some really, really nice things
Can't take it with 'em can they? Can't break that rhythm can they?
Chewing Chantix or handling madness, cramming that baggage
[Chorus]
[Instrumental section]
[Verse 1]
Okay, Tom
Bring a pen, a pad, a couch, a blanket, pillow and I'm out
I wrote this thing from 31st to Clinton, foaming at the mouth
Can I sleep in your den? I'm mad 'bout how she's shanking me with my house
I wrote this thing from amongst the best
She aimed it out, the time
Give me the biggest fucking shot of disastrous ass-backwards
Triple X 1000 proof shit in a glass
Better get the whole bottle
Better yet I'll get water, I don't drink
Just give me the keys to your Civic
It's the director's to the brink
I'm, um..
I'm kind of in the mood to get shot
I'm sort of kind of in the mood for suicide by cop
The little fake hold up the clerk but I'm not loaded
The jerk at his work at my worst
By the burst, it's a loaded gun
And when the cops come
I'll aim it at they face until they lay me to waste
People will blame it on race, riot, and fuck up the place
Deface all in they path and
That's what I call a crime of passion
Tom, give me some NyQuil and a Tylenol
I wanted you in space
But not the shit that I do to the wall
And maybe I should call
And maybe I just fuck the fuck off
Cause, it's my fault, and I fucked it all
What am I, 10 again?
This shit was messed up from the beginning
And I knew I'd fall in love and then I'd lose it
And lose a friend
Maybe it's her fault
She never seemed to try
Tom, give me a second, I've got something in my eye
[Bridge 1]
Love to the next hugs
Kisses to the sex life
Hot with emotion, baby, tell me what you need
Sex to the love to the thing
Not enough, to the anger
How'd you lose your love for the leaves?
[Chorus]
Drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
[Verse 2]
Until she turned and can't sleep
I'm sorry to keep you upright
Never mind man
Hey, what's up
Good night, good night, guys
My bright eyes ain't shuttin'
I'm sick of arguing, so barging in seemed like it
would help something
My puppy love turned to a leash dog and a steamer
I'm on a plank, she's riding pistol in a Beamer, yo
I'm thinkin' my best plan involves a meat cleaver and a steak knife
Someone's gonna die tonight, but not her
Not my princess, not my baby bird
Not my sweet chickadee turned angry vulture, clawing nerves
Red, tough, black and white and dead all over
Ask the hour, "How many licks does it take before it's over?"
"Twice is nice"
I asked you, "Please, toss my taped up clover"
Neither of us listen
(Neither of us listen)
I asked you, "Please, toss my taped up clover"
But neither of us listen
Till we both pay the price
Like
[Bridge 2]
Why you never listening?
Why don't you care?
Why it gotta be like this?
Why don't you care?
Please, baby, talk to me
Please go away
Please, will you look at me?
Please, baby, stay
Can we stop this shit?
Can we try?
Can we make a go of it?
Please don't cry
Can we stop this shit?
Can we try?
Can we make a go of it?
Please don't cry
[Chorus]
I'm not waving, I'm drowning
[Verse 3]
I remember
Bruised head, and a bruised heart
And I remember
Tossing with tears, cause the sleep's hard
If you remember
That face smell on a pillow cover is not the smell of
love anymore
That's loss and pain
Vain happenings, you're
No longer the recipient of casual looks, I see
They say you're all I see
So much compassion in her stare
How can it be in the back of my eyelids, haunting me
A picture featuring your fat lower lip, and brown hair
Yo; your side of my bed is cold and will be
Remember when you threw my side with "So?"
and so you bought that bed with me
You picked the Sheets, and spent the time
You broke in the springs with me
Your first decision now change up your life and give it a try
With all the guys in the world, remember that you chose me
My best...you can have it if you want it
[Outro]
I gotta know, I gotta feel like this
Cause life goes any day it can
Any day that it can
I need a knuckle to absorb
It's a different kind of love you're missing - best friends
[P.O.S.:]
Yeah, yeah...
Don't let 'em get a handful, see 'em with a handle of jack
Or crossed fingers on the hands behind their back
And with a knack to trust then disrupt
Lose trust then change the rules up
And who's up for tax cuts? (Crime pays)
Hidden estates with like really long driveways
Crime pays, rats in the hallway
Aim for the crack, fuck minimum wage
It goes, anyways sipping on a dry gin
Heavy headed living in and out of my skin
And living livid, glad for the chance
Glass full of gas with a rag in the other hand
Wild like a Taliban
Wild like a child slapped in the grin, black be the skin
Packed full of carbon
Packed full of carbon and starving again, c'mon
[Jason Shevchuk:]
There's eyes in the back of my head!
[P.O.S.:]
Yeah, hold up, the buck stops disintegrating here (yeah right)
The fear generator's here y'all warmer
Deviating clear past the consumer, room for improvement
Trade space with some doom and gloom
Renovate with the renegade
Skate like the centigrade dropped
Consider the cold "copped" like a motorcade
And roll away contagious
And infect the vacant, good the fuck gracious
Gotta debase the basic, erase the facelift
Taste a bad case of the breaks and heal
Gotta create the makeshift
Swagger like it's yours and debate whatever you don't feel
And don't come "Knock knock, who's there? Boo, boo, whoing"
Live a little better than a bad joke
Who ruins? Chew through your wrist
Come on, let's do it, let's, let's, let's go
[Jason Shevchuk:]
There's eyes in the back of my head!
I want them blinded, I want them blinded
But if I find the man who put my foot in the sand
And other heavy hearts, oh, oh, oh
Make it impossible to cleanse his sins
So unforgettable, so unforgettable
I-oh, oh, oh
I-oh, oh, oh
[P.O.S.:]
Yo, so when they can't stop, won't stop, who keeps the tank topped?
Who reaps the good sleep, keeps the receipts?
I see 'em sucking up the last drops, drop-top H2
Stretch H3, where the party at, democrat?
Sitting on a muggy summer bench, sipping muddy water
Peeping Newsweek and see what's up with Sergeant Slaughter
Hotter days on the way, turn your A.C. Slater up
Burn Aloe Vera green, apple now and later? yup
Pass that sweet, Mike Mictlan, where the mask at?
Hand over what? Hand over yours, run that
Man overboard with the same cracked frown
Dehumanize communities like Black Hawk Down
They realise immunities, then rape them towns
So we speak our mind so fluently with raw rap sounds
Alright tykes, a Klondike bar's on the line
We need a blind eye turned, keep it simple, refined
For the black gold Texas tea, ha, you're kidding
Ain't been good oil in Texas for a minute
That's why we knocked over our thrones and watch it combust
End up in free speech zones, that shock and awe was on us
Watch me expat Brazilian
If eighty-five per cent in Guantanamo is civilian
Blood pumps vermilion, beats dump all over the chump populace
Keeping they focus on Paris Hilton
Prada dead, guilty as any Internet threads
Big check, probably got a lot of bad head
All night vision, all night missions, all right
Christ risen? Tight, nope, call the prisons, yikes
Middle picking the simple drivel
The riddle's a head ripper, suburbanites gonna get the kibble
Yeah, the double speak is legit
They on some "Stand up for yourself, you worthless piece of shit"
Bet it all, lose it all, forget it
And saying "Fuck Bush" gave that douche a splash too much credit
But smoking on kush make cats who apathetic
Can't beat 'em with a bat, so we join 'em and spit the ethic
Or, beat 'em with a bat, P.O.S. steadily wreck it
For anybody who raps or naps on facts
Fill the inline six to End Hits
The oval office and the lobby probably listen to Fugazi singing
"This one's ours, let's take another"
"This one's ours, let's take another"
"This one's ours, let's take another"
[P.O.S.:]
I'm trying not to slip, been trying not to lose footing
Loose land keeps that pressure on my kicks
But when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks
Stand like a man made of concrete and sediment
Like fuck your skin, nobody needs it
There's bones, muscle and blood, what's realer than fat and tendons?
It's raw, no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it
So far flesh ain't the truest at all, let's rip into it
We all sick of the missed shots
Passed over like the last man picked, no team, so pissed off
That's not honesty, that's just soft curves
Got your world flipped, got you making mixtapes for girls
And that's the skin again, let's blame the skin again
Stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward ligaments
And I didn't shave today, I probably won't tomorrow
When it's safe to say I'm never gonna shed these extra... yeah so
[Chorus 1:]
Fuck it, back to the wall
Crush it, laugh at 'em all
Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face
Yeah, something more than a song
Hating? Aww come on
Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the bass line
[Chorus 2: x2]
Aww, but when the words don't change
We don't sing with what will fade away
Yeah, we do our own damn thing
We don't blink at what tomorrow might bring at all
[P.O.S.:]
In us we trust, no rush for bucks
No sweat, just enough, them words from love
No hits, I let the track stand
Like how it was written is how it hit me
Or road cycle kids with the grip to skid fixies
A rogue wild kid with a stroll that let it roll like whatever
Huh... they kick that gingivitis, them rappers got the itis
Catch me bumping Isis in a crisis
Instead of watching y'all count and lead sheep at the same time
What's the science of that?
I know that [shit] is sweet, but where the movement is at?
We in that coma capital, spotless home team
With hands steadily purexed but never quite clean
Bloody as hell, rarely will I care... for that haha
I don't know man... me and Joe like real shit
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 1]
It was buried under a flask and uh
Caught it peekin' from the bottom of a glass
All this nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence
Indulgence in bourbon, this herb, a Twin City kid's
Just disturbed
I look around and see the same shit from her
She could sit silent, watch her life just pass by in a
blur
Ain't it funny?
We can sneak into our lives and then stir
Over the perfect things to say
And then just choke on the words
Everybody wanna be the next
Everybody wanna be in step
Everybody wanna fuck
Everybody want the consequence of playin' the fence
Everybody's got shit luck
Everybody wanna move to they own beat
Everybody wanna make a dent
Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing
Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend
Everybody hates me
Everybody wanna fight
We can't stand to wake up in the sun
But can't sleep in the moonlight
I'm right there wit ya
I'm sick of my own skin
I got the clothes and the jaded grin
I'm at the bar with the coffee shop
But I don't like drinkin'
And I fuckin' hate coffee shops
So I'll just stop the world
It's best spin like a twist-a-whirl
This ain't amusment, I'm a lose it
Two cents? It was bullshit, uh
Got two cents
But everybody seems to have the same change but can't
break my five up
Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm
holdin' the cup it's like
If you calm down and just breathe, and just breathe in
and out
You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Disappear, if you can't see them, then they can't see
Right, close your eyes
I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man
Nothin's even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man
Nothin's even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand
A voice,
And It's strained to think
It might break
Scratch, Crack, Silence,
Voice,
And It's strained to think
It might break
Scratch, Crack,
I Live in the city, like any other
We all live alone
The only difference is we don't seem to know it
Frozen and lonesome,
When it's cold
In the summer gotta wait for the loathing
Holding, our posture so low
And we drink so there's not much worth noting
Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so gone so
mistaken
So broke, so, so complacent, so worn out, so worn out,
so worn out
So full of doubt, so full of restrain
So full of that self-control, or the lack thereof
That we thought was soul
If you come down and just breathe, and just breathe in
and out
You'll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes
Need to see if you can't see them, then they can't see
Right, close your eyes
I can never be what I wanna be
Nothin' but a man
Nothin's even inside of me
Nothin I can understand
If I try, and so I try
[Chorus:]
Cate-cate-categor, cate-categor, category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of categor-cate, I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate, I'm cate-cate-category
[P.O.S.:]
He never liked classes, he was always a social cat
The cutest kittens forever where he at
The rudest men held positions at the flat, momma loved him
But momma want a man that help assist with this boy
This boy swing and a miss, bright-eyed beautiful lips
Pumped with lies, ma stumped and crying
But he don't ever ask why, just kisses ma goodbye
Zips his jacket up and goodnight, skateboard or bike like "peace"
[Chorus:]
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
[P.O.S.:]
You know why? Cause he dislikes the strife so avoids it
Don't trust teachers cause they don't trust him
Don't trust motives so he don't trust friends
He can't tell if most other people cold or just don't trust black skin
Displaced the race card, shuffled the spade
Ace into a place where cards stayed blank
But not to say without a face, more like a lack of color
Not really too certain how to go about a brother
It wasn't always like that though
But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb so he wouldn't wash away
He didn't seem to get that though
And momma wasn't really pulling in that butter so his bread came another way
Yeah and if he couldn't have nice things, fuck 'em, he didn't even want 'em
If he needed 'em, he found a way to got 'em
Since everybody doubt 'em, he happily obliged, bide his time
Find his little piece of peace at the bottom, like FUCK y'all!
[Chorus:]
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of categor-cate, I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate, I'm cate-cate-category
[P.O.S.:]
He built his self-esteem up off some tricks
Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids, it seemed they didn't mix
There seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him
Rebel yelling girls tryna make they daddy pissed
So ain't nobody on his buddy list
Cause they would probably give him business about the shitty sweater he lives in
So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne
And other people feeling all alone, hold your heart
[Chorus:]
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
[P.O.S.:]
When he found punk rock that first time
He rode either the nine or eleven bus line, it slips the mind
But that way they didn't need to fit in
He asked if he could pull the bell and said "Ma, I wanna be like them"
Found his kin, brothers at school thinking tryna rewrite skin
Other are fools, never seen some shit like him
So far he's been a bitter boy, living like litter
No choice, no quitter, so cue the noise
Ain't nothing like a Mohawk to show off your fuck off
And kick off the Reeboks for boots to keep the block off you
He could see how the re-route of style made the eyebrows raise
Not for nothing wasn't changing you
He'd seen his daddy with a pipe, too young to understand
Life ain't coming from this man holding hands with him
He probably didn't mean to hit him
He probably didn't even mean to plant his seed
Is his picture in his wallet with him?
He's thinking probably not, and even so
It's probably rolled up with some coke in it, old and out of focus
So nope, the road they chose was not his
Nobody will ever be like him, hold your heart
[Chorus:]
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of categor-cate, I'm out of categor-cate
I'm out of categor-cate, I'm cate-cate-category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of category, I'm out of category
I'm out of categor-cate, I'm out of categor-cate
[P.O.S.:]
Yeah, yeah [x6]
I pick a lotta locks, rock a lotta shows
Build with the moms, hang with the broken crow
Been hurting the same heart since I was like two
I use sarcasm freely, bark at the greedy
Bite what feeds, shy from the seedy
I'm bold in approach, so rely on my hope
That the average emcees can't fuck with the sound like me
I never been down with the king
It's never something I wanted to be
Never better than the work than the toil and the reap
But the work for the wants, not the suffer for the needs
Nothing's tougher than the... dreams and good sleep
Trying to teach my son to reach, damn right
Cause it gets a little darker every night
And the rent goes up, they gon' cut out the...
[Chorus:]
Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make, they all so
Afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd, only shake with the quake
And uh, times like this are up
We break their stride cause we break our mirrors
They hugging that pride like it's all there is
We make our own and if they don't feel it
Then we are not for them (and that's cool)
[P.O.S.:]
Yo, I made this beat for Alegra Oxborough
She showed me how to do the thing with the cups
I wrote the verse on a triple double Tuesday
Riding in the van in the back lot
I never made it in, never really can tell the friends these days
Telephone don't sleep some days
Someday I'm a be peaceful again
Till then keep speech to a min
Shed a little skin, I'm a bet it all and win
I'm a set it off and run, I'm a kill it till it's dead
I'm a do it till it ain't fun and words don't come
Then I'm gonna find another hobby
Probably find love, probably find trust
Eighty-one young with a little bit of rust
Clean interior, Minnesota plates
Money in the bank with a lot of you to thank
Relate to the...
[Chorus:]
Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make, they all so
Afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd, only shake with the quake
And uh, times like this are up
(Up for whatever, how are you?)
WE BREAK THEIR STRIDE CAUSE WE BREAK OUR MIRRORS
THEY HUGGING THAT PRIDE LIKE IT'S ALL THERE IS
WE MAKE OUR OWN AND IF THEY DON'T FEEL IT
THEN WE ARE NOT FOR THEM, WE COME WILD
[P.O.S.:]
Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make, they all so
Afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd, only shake with the quake
And uh, dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make, they all so
Afraid and safe, in need of space
[P.O.S.:]
Dragging a lake, dragging a kettlebell, nothing ever gets done
Nothing ever just makes, so much dismantle, nothing ever gets done
Never people in place, every never is now, every never is now
Find a base, hold your space like a Spartan
Never fill in the blanks, let 'em hang in the ranks, let 'em crowd up
Never cut to the chase or skip to the bullets and blaze, watch 'em get loud
Take it title to credits, every never is now, every never is now
Clear the space, let it out... okay
Chew at the trap, just a hobby, a fact, an option to counter the doubt
I'm so cozy without, watch 'em gather what's haunted and shove in they mouth
See the trouble is humble is over and modesty suffers it out
Honesty tougher than tissue is now, leather is gone with the horse and the plow
Never better when better won't do, bet on that, they gon' pedal the cure
Coca Cola gave how much to who? Words subvert subdue, let 'em sell it to you
You, you, nothing's better than aiming at nothing and hitting your mark
Everyone's famous, now we can just sit in the dark, and wait
Dragging a lake, dragging a kettlebell, nothing ever gets done ay
So quick with the take, so quick with the show and tell, everybody is number one
Never nothing for you huh? Every never is now
Take two and call when you need a few more, you can beat at they door
They don't sleep, they don't need it
Killing the shakes, keeping the spins huh, nothing ever gets done
So carried away, now carry the burden, nothing ever gets done
Never no one for you huh? Every never is now (every never is now)
Every never is now, every never is now (every never is now)
Dragging a lake, keeping the cool clothes, nothing ever gets done
Skipping the change, keeping the fools gold
Everybody's so shiny and new, new, new, look at you
You got so much to show for the work you put in, look at you, you
You stay helping yourself fill up on the bread, that's how they get you
[Judah Nagler:]
I'll be the ground... nobody gets me down...
I'll be the bridge... I'll fall from the highest ledge
[P.O.S.:]
Rubbed so raw, so wrong, so vigorous
Twist that bleed, that venom, get rid of it all
Every never is now [x4]
Don't sweat nothing, don't mention it
Don't wait, anything but forward is a waste of time
Every never is now [x6]
[Judah Nagler:]
I'll be the ground, nobody gets me down living in the crowd
I'll be the bridge, fall from the highest ledge, sleeping in the ditch
I'll be the ground, nobody gets me down living in the crowd
[First Verse]
I write ryhmes then rhyme, right?
Yea, that about sums it up
But while some of them get crunk, I gets
Stories and truths
I share views
See I, See why
Crews choose the Fox News
I see in CNBC
CNBC and other shows
It's crystal clear without a PCS phone
P.O.S. is known for heart
Spit from my whole
Put it to music, (heartbeats)
And let you download the ringtone
And from a broken home, stories are hard times passed
And in a broken home
That ain't a breeze it's a draft
Because the window is cracked
It's where the heart is
Broken or not, I won't turn my back
Word to Grey Storks(?)
Thanks for the room and support
let's see that smile
You ain't gotta worry no more
We ain't gotta worry
We're tough
and we can deal with whatever comes up
This is for those who can't pay the rent
[Chorus]
Run out of toilet paper
Find the sunday paper
Wipe your ass with the President
This is for them thugs
Who done crack, but stopped
Cause they saw first hand, what crack does
This is for all the artists
who know their work is just a drop in the ocean
but do it anyway, hoping
This is for everybody who carrys the world's weight
But stands up straight
Put a hand up, Try to relate
[Second Verse]
Is it the money or past dues
The switchblades and stab wounds
Why's it always gotta be bad news, huh?
Why's it always gotta be bad
You choose
Want some new shit
or fix what you have?
See, Growing up, I shook the bobber on the poverty line
But wait, I got away with the bait
To this minute
I'm dealing with nightcrawlers who rule my mass
So what you think?
New shit, or fix what I have?
A Finger hooks
Right lines in sync with the times
Get fished in, caught by the decline
I fought only to find
I'm not right in the mind
I'm left, I mean I'm fine
Just not so fucking blind
Rather be forgotten
Than remembered for giving in
Refuse to lose my name like Sanjay (he's a hero!)
Away with spirits, I am fear personified
No place to hide if you're locked in your mind right?
You ever feel like you've got a closet to clean?
You can't find the key, you look but you lost the damn thing
You ever feel you know exactly where the fuck it is, But don't want to see?
Yea, me too
I don't care where, just far right?
I'm escape personified
Drop the P from pride and hop in my car
Just drive far
I'm escape personified
Drop the P from pride and hop in my car
[Chorus]
Run out of toilet paper
Find the sunday paper
Wipe your ass with the President
This is for them thugs
Who done crack, but stopped
Cause they saw first hand, what crack does
This is for all the artists
who know their work is just a drop in the ocean
but do it anyway, hoping
This is for everybody who carrys the world's weight
But stands up straight
Put a hand up, Try to relate
[Outro]
That's a little rhyme, get that rhyme?
I put that rhyme in
because quite often dropouts come in to catch the show
[Verse 1:]
Ladies and Gentleman
Alright, the crowd looks pissed
There might be a problem here
Who's the scrubby new jack
Loud mouth little fuck, up there?
Hi,(HI!)
My name is promise of stress, skill
I rep the midwest still
I run from the rest, like
King little(?), who that?
Who the fuck he think he is?
I don't know him
so I'll show him little more than nothing
Nope, I will not have that in a song, flat
This place will be about as stable as Iraq
Wide tracks, similar to your girl's hair
Rock socking these, but only got one pair
Just stop mocking me
Just trying to get this place stirred
Just trying to keep it live
Do it up in the Air Force One
Like George Bush
Get retarded
Like George Bush
Wether you're drinking, or bang cocaine
Like George Bush
You've got no room for face (uh-uh)
Who you think you are, George Bush?
Stay the fuck outta my great lakes
Wanna be known from the cities that quake
To the cities that never put on my breaks
Come on!
Rock Kuwati, playing the bombs
Raps and hand claps
They're so long, it kinda worries my Mom!
Till I'm gone, I'm rapping DoomTree
etcetera and so on, and so long
as I can still
Hold a pen in my hand, I will
And I'll write too
spit some shit to excite you
[Chorus:]
Peace to the Uh-West
DoomTree!
On this laser beat
No, We keep it Live, Live, Live
Don't stop the body rocking
And keep the head nods nodding all night
Live, Live, Live
When you sick of they shit
Put up a fist
Cause we the people who try to keep it
Live, Live, Live
Come on, who's world is it?
The world is their's
Too many of you think
"It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"
[Verse 2:]
So, how many of you
Ladies and Dudes
Check the news
Say "It's fucked up"
But do nothing but say "It's fucked up"
I'm just like you, but to
Tell you the truth
I'm thinking about asking (oh no!)
What he thinks of my nuts
I'm like "tea-bag the government"
But that don't fix our predicament, does it?
Shit makes me sick to my stomach
General populace numb
and that's all folks
How many of you realize you're the butt of the 9-1-1 joke?
Blessed to death that you be better off for us
I'm gonna lift up on your head
So you can wake up
And smell that herb and be cleansed
And get get to get down
It's like get up, and get get to get down
[Spoken:]
Nah, I mean like really get really down
Get low, get the fuck under something (Sims!)
They throwing fucking fire-bombs at me
Alright, Now wake up, stretch!
I'm like fuck, FUCK!
It looks like a blue day outside
Yea,blue
[Chorus:]
P! to the O,S
DoomTree
On this laser beat
No, We keep it Live, Live, Live
Don't stop the body rocking
And keep the head nods nodding all night
Live, Live, Live
When you sick of the shit
Put up a fist
Cause we the people who try to keep it
Live, Live, Live
Who's world is it?
The world is their's
Too many of you think
"It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"
P.O.S. (Live!, Live!)
Wake up the kids and open eyes (Live!, Live!, Live!, Live!)
I hope to see ya
Too many blind (Right!)
And not too bright (The Time!)
To bring a fork and a knife to get their free meal, yea
[Chorus: Modified]
Who's world is it?
The world is their's
Come on
(Whose world is it?)
The world is their's
Come on
The world is their's
Too many of you think
"It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"
DoomTree
On this laser beat
No, We keep it Live, Live, Live
Don't stop the body rocking
And keep the head nods nodding all night
Live, Live, Live
Peace to the Uh-West
DoomTree!
On this laser beat
No, We keep it Live, Live, Live
Who's world is it?
The world is their's
Too many of you think
"It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine, It's fine"
(Alright!)
It ain't, Fucker!
[Outro:]
[Sims:]
Yeah, uh...
Barrel full of powder, ship full of tea
Closer by the hour, bringing sick to the seas
Bellies full of barder, think with the thieves
Once they hit the harbor it's a wick in the breeze
There goes another one (whoa!), right out from under 'em
Different seashore, same thirty stores
There goes another one (whoa!), right out from under 'em
Worldwide mining town, steal it up, sell it down
And not too long ago, mom and pop owned a shop
Prognosis progress, the Dow owns the block
Here to sell 'em salvation or elevation sort of
Signal disorder, it's celebration Florida
They got the medicine to fix your mood
Till you learn to mind your place and eat that Sysco food
You crave the arrogance the rich folk ooze
Take life, waste life just to get those jewels
[Chorus:]
Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals, rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower
Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals, rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder
[Dessa:]
It seems we've fallen out of favor, the era ended on us
Now the money's just paper, the houses all haunted
We had a hell of a run before it caught up
For all the corners cut we got an avalanche of sawdust
Life of the party, we're death of the novel
The glass is half-empty so pass the next bottle
It's flight of the salesman, death of the bumblebee
Nothing left for the attorneys and the tumbleweeds
They say that God's on the right, so goes the rhetoric
But I think that cross is like a kite that left a skeleton
And I think that Russell was right, but that's irrelevant friend
For all I know there'll be nothing left to defend tomorrow
Sugar in the gas tank, nothing in the cashbox
Thought that we were so sick, looking like it's smallpox
The bullets are still on the shelves
But when the armory empties, we're melting down the bells
[Chorus]
[P.O.S.:]
It's the end of law and order, Dick Wolf
Aware in America, rocking a cheap sheep suit
Pulled wool, weave through
Stay on course till pulled over by that pulled pork
Cops keeping the peace/piece... cocked
Catch and release like a sportsman, see 'em in the court then
Piss poor paying them a portion, huh
Funny how they distort extortion
Never better, P.O.S. dance to the rhetoric
Lean to the left, call me terrorish, rock with it
Dance fever got 'em peeping out the prints on the floor
True believers keep they eyes on the horizon
Catch me sizing up the silent, check the crooked grind
Watch me 50/50, keep the balance between the coping and the feeble mind
I hope the broken folk rewind
Nothing left for token jokers here, skate off, we doing fine
[P.O.S.:]
Sorry I took so long, yeah
There ain't nobody to be pretty for a fuck it, let it rattle
Let the clatter kill 'em, let the cataclysm wash
Who really listens? Precision with a verse draws a crowd
I draw a line between an easy melody and piece of mind
I keep the game tweaked, freak the same
To it's own thing, spit the plain pain
Econolines for the dime class, it's a goddamn recession
(C'mon) Show a little respect you Pfizer babies
Look at how they hate, pilled out, bounce they liver off they top eight
Who got a fix for the fix? Bush no more
Nobody's like Dufrane, search party of four
Tell me, who's eating? I mean well
Who's beaten shell toes kick a hole in who's cheating hell?
Need it while you can, serve, get swerved, get sleep
Buy it up c'mon, uh huh
They out for presidents to represent them
You think a president could represent you?
You really think a president would represent you? (right)
They call me P.O.S., bold from the go to the goal
To them ice cold bones, freezing in that Minnesota snow
Heating up the winter with the flow
They make it rain, rain, rain go away
Come again brave, or when you bring a bit to help us grow
(Meanwhile) We them pro parade-rainers
Presented by the Doomtree, sponsored by the Rhymesayers
No-brainer if you aim at the aimless
The same small change big drain on my patience
(It's) my act, my scene, my play, my stage
My lines, my way, all day, all style plus guts (c'mon)
Cap cut, no fresh, no clean, all press, yes mean
Swoosh, removed, lose the cool, choose whatever behooves the dude
Move through any mood with ease
Ravage the rules, ravishing mood, Randy Savage the fools
Handy with tools, cutting my own key
Cattle to meat, sheep splitter, kennel killer
Handmade handgunner, fanblade runner, huh?
Promise of skill, better than blessed, promise of stress
Living and breathing, motherfuck all the rest
Now what do you do... exactly?
N-not, not exactly like you don't do anything exactly
But more like, what exactly do you do?
[Chorus: x2]
They hide their eyes and can't describe what they been missing
They fire-blind and can't describe what they been laying down
They laying down
[Drum section]
[Chorus]
[P.O.S.:]
I can't tell if it's the bees or the sting
The honey or the wax on the wing
But people just Wall-Mart what they worth, roll back
They don't get to pick what you deserve
What exactly do you do Sir? (we serve)
What exactly do you do Miss? (we take)
Tell me who the hell are you? You're out of your element Donny, shut up
Double, double eat up, ride, the Dude abides
[Verse 1:]
I know they hungry
But, I don't think they want it inside
Well, I'm gonna keep force feeding them till comets collide
They vomit they lies and act all astonished when I
Spit blood on a verse that is honestly mine
Right from the atery
A part of me courses through these blue veins
I'm starving in the lunch line
Eating up the food chain
Giving anorexia a new name
It's for the people who get full
After a few grains of loose change
So whose to blame
Fools who hang on what the people said
Or maybe it's they sidekicks
Who try to keep their ego fed
I got the needle and thread
Sewing up they windpipe
So maybe they can stop inhaling other people's insight
I'm midnight snacking on rapping
To feed my appetite
I see you jokers acting like those crumbs will keep you satisfied
Yo, they must be on a passion strike
I see the picket signs shouting
Everybody who wants some props, just get in line
Serving number 37
All of y'all just wait
Good job, now pat yourself on the back
And attach your vertabrae
Slip a disk
Your three-inch floppies make me sick
Need to reboot quick
Cause now you're dealing with the zip
And a hard drive
The live fire-wire taking the scsi(scuzzi) out
They thinking about making a big noise but never shout (Shh!)
Let's wake the baby with a baseball bat
At least the screaming has a meaning, cat
Consider that
[Chorus:]
Consider it
Consider it a
Consider it a promise not a threat, that we wreck mics
Consider it
Consider it a
Consider it accomplished, keep your windpipe sealed tight
Don't eat
Don't eat
Don't speak
Can't speak
Can't eat
Can't eat
Can't speak
Don't eat
Force feed [x6]
All of y'all anorexia
[Verse 2:]
Dude, they might be hungry
It seems they would rather shrivel and die
Well, i'ma force feed 'em, treat 'em
Till they choke on their pride
They shielding their eyes, but no complaints
These fucking stow-aways catch a free ride
Like chim-chim in the trunk of the Mach 5
Backwards I'm bending and mending every broken stitch
Steady, fending off bulemics
Rock the same shit
Well, I think it's all they got man, so won't you let it live
Nah, they can watch me kill this fucking beat
Cause I created it
Why is it that they never take a risk
When they laying bricks?
My weight alone will serve them
While they serving my favorite dish
Spanish rice burritos and a plate of fish
Damn, that sound good as hell man, I'm tasting it
Now is he making sense?
We eat, sleep, and pay the rent
To make a track
Wreck a show
And laugh at y'all that play events
Like, ha, HA! [x3]
Now, Yo, Let's rap man!
[Chorus:]
Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics
Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight
Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics
Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight
Consider it [x8]
Consider this
Consider that
Consider this
Consider that
Consider this
Consider this
[Outro:]
"I say fuck em"
Yo [x3]
(I'm auditioning for Charles Bronson's part in Death Wish Six
You know what I'm saying? I'm taking it over.
We gotta give him a big rest in peace though, right?
Matter of fact, this one's dedicated to him
This shit right here? Alright)
First of all, FUCK BUSH
That's all, that's the end of it
Second, give it up to R.S.E. for hookin' up a kid
I got the two best, the newest plus the truest;
Doomtree/Rhymesayers Entertainment (you know the name!)
Red from quality control, from your burrows to your borders
Dropping hack emcee's off balconies like Tony Rocky Horror
The (ooh) baby-dangling, words hangling
Heart exasterbated off the back of the neck of my (?)
P.O., you know the dirty one disturbing categories
The matador in black, killing bullshit allegories
Provide the hurky jerky beats, these storied stories make em
Get up, get out, get up and get something done!
I spray terms like throw-ups,
I'm 'bout to spit a feeling
Cause me and Turbo Nemesis are soon to be arthritic villains
Still instilling hatred laced with manifesto modes
And our back beats to beat your heart beat off beat
Let's go!
Excuse me
Just turn it on, and leave it running
Nation under the gun and
Nothing lining our pockets
We frontin' like 'Who want it?'
Something so simple spoken
We wait, but nothing's coming
Chrome in our fingertips, eating shit, like faulty plumbing
Just games for days, busy bees making our honey
And skee ball tickets still don't count as real money
It's something so ridiculous,
Funny, so fucking sick of this,
Consistent lack of vision from children claiming they listening
Still I'm sitting in stitches laughing while they omission this
There's still songs about bitches from 9/11 witnesses
So here I am in the Middle West
The heart land motherfucker
Sipping whole milk motherfucker
Our nights are colder right?
Minnesota nights, but our frost-bitten fists
For the smile stings twice so um,
Fight or flight
Who gives a damn anyways?
Does it make a fucking difference in these apathetic days?
They tell em 'Lean back, just relax'
We tell 'em 'Get Up, Get Out, Get Up And Get Somethin' Done!'
We don't dance, we just pull up our pants, and then we,
'Get Up, Get Out, Get Up And Get Somethin' Done!'
(What, you want something like a cake? Want a Guinness or something?)
'Get Up, Get Out, Get Up And Get Somethin' Done!'
Something so ridiculous,
Funny, so fucking sick of this,
Consistent lack of vision from children claiming they listening
You look sick, homie eat a gun (that's terrible...)
I'ma eat a gun - I look tired
It's probably the insomnia
I sleep like Tyler Durden
(Sticking feathers in your ass does not make you a chicken)
Holla if you hit the bottom running
A fool among the scholars
Bumping something about clubs, bubs, and hubs
I got a message in a bottle written in gas and oil
Signed with a rag and a match - here catch!
Slap to rebel yell
The rebels fell, embedded in brick
Ain't no fucking marble memorial
For pissed-off kids waiting for death wish six
Like Bronson ain't got enough to flip his face to vigilance again
We sit and spin, the fifth amends
Barely our friends, who think about what's up with Jen & Ben
We sit and spin...
(I think we've been up in this club a little too long - get the fuck outta here!)
They tell em 'Lean back and relax'
We tell 'em 'Get Up, Get Out, Get Up And Get Somethin' Done!'
Put the muhfuckin Fresca down
'Get Up, Get Out, Get Up And Get Somethin' Done!'
(God damnit, what the fuck?!)
'Get Up, Get Out, Get Up And Get Somethin' Done!'
Something so ridiculous,
Funny, so fucking sick of this,
Consistent lack of vision from children claiming they listening
(God damn, Joe
You like Fresca? You're fired
Don't let them tell you what you think is cool
Don't let them tell you what you think is right
Don't let them tell you what you think you should do
(I receive the right)
Do you recognize when the world won't stop for you?
Or When the days don't care, what you got to do?
Or when you weight is too tough to lift up, what do you do? head on your shoes for you, don't let em choose for you
Do you recognize when the world won't stop for you?
Or When the days don't care, what you got to do?
Or when you weight is too tough to lift up, what do you do? head on your shoes for you, that's on you
Yeah, another day another dime, another state another mind, 48 moves to choose but no matter what coast we all, toast the same to who we are so much settling for ours, there's so many lives and so many lines waiting, there's only so much time, so many die patient, so many skate only when the ice is thin we too nice to not dive in right after them we too right to not swear a little wiggle from the path middle up foot up on the gas like the past's in the rear view last laugh lands on the man with the plan to do, all that he can to do, all that he can.
And we all say face in the face of our friends and we all bent backwards to make amends
And we all take chances to change us
Simple with yourself, hate just won't do
Do you recognize when the world won't stop for you?
Or When the days don't care, what you got to do?
Or when you weight is too tough to lift up, what do you do? head on your shoes for you, don't let em choose for you (don't let em choose)
Do you recognize when the world won't stop for you?
Or When the days don't care, what you got to do?
Or when you weight is too tough to lift up, what do you do? head on your shoes for you, that's on you
Alright, a lot of my friends shake when they don't drink all my friends wheeze on they sleep all my friends think green but can't afford to live it, can't ignore the cynics can't explore the gimmicks can't afford the dividends limited only by the need to stay fed and giving up is like Latin, it's dead, it don't happen don't even cross the head lost in our own web but it's our bed, sleep sucks, I mean or least until I try or least until I'm right but at least until I'm flyin' (let me get it on tight) but at least until it's mine, but at least until it's time let me set em up and knock em down com' on but at least until I'm fine but at least until I'm warm but at least until I have a piece to call my own but at least grown but at least until gone say (goodbye!)
Do you recognize when the world won't stop for you?
Or When the days don't care, what you got to do?
Or when you weight is too tough to lift up, what do you do? head on your shoes for you, don't let em choose
Do you recognize when the world won't stop for you?
Or When the days don't care, what you got to do?
Or when you weight is too tough to lift up, what do you do? head on your shoes for you, that's on you
And we all say face in the face of our friends and we all bent backwards to make amends
And we all take chances to change us
Simple with yourself, hate just won't do
Do you recognize when the world won't stop for you?
Or When the days don't care, what you got to do?
[sample]
Well, some of you might be sayin' like they tryin' not
to like us
But we want you to know we good
I am a gun
[Verse 1]
Okay frustration takes a fat cat
And slows 'em down like a bullet forced through layers
of disgusting Biggie Smalls fat
Still gets the job done
But only now it takes like ten gun claps to stab the fat of just one
The effort of a bullet through a hero sees kick armor
Doesn't make him less a hero, more a metaphor for life
My effort works in full clips
Only hero's a farmer
Cause he helps me fatten up and that's my bullet into strife, you know?
I knew this guy, hell bent on getting over
I said help me paint this viz shit
"Oh my god it's fun!"
But it wasn't...I called him Huckleberry Fuckup
Cause he pulled that crap like every day and nothing ever got done
The frustrated, crumble under the way to their own
bungling hate of their own brain
Effort's like a gunshot - a split second of manmade perfection
Dial up speed and direction
So..
[Chorus 1]
Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun
Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
Gimme all that work, gimme age spots
Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news
Kill the wet words, give me effort
Let me give a little cause to the bickering
Then stop stop the short short for flickering
Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
[Bridge]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna fuck with DoomTree
[Verse 2]
I've got ambitions of a rider
Like another famed victim of effort
Less effort though
Well...I guess he took it and smiled
Five shots couldn't stop the knowledge dropper
Turned posh in his Tiff jar and clone donor
But fifteen could
Maybe it was fortunate
Give me the strength to pierce flesh
The highest caliber of focus that'll give me death
The hammer pin, powder push
A simple try'll do, I won't lie to you
I'm simply trying to let that blood goosh
I'm simply trying to slip past medocrity's lips
Just wanna kill that bitch from the inside, you know what I'm sayin
The thorny Doom branch on the side of every blank loaded
Armchair thinker, and backseat liver
You perish my people like Anne Rice
You parody passion
My bullet will will not think twice before before bashing (I won't)
Thank God I put effort into everything (seriously)
Doom
So..
[Chorus 2]
Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun
Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
Gimme all that work, gimme age spots
Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news
Kill the wet words, give me effort
Let me give a little cause to the bickering
Then stop stop the short short for flickering
Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
[Chorus 3]
Let me give a little cause to the flickering sun
Stop, drop, then gimme props, gimme gunshots
Gimme all that work, gimme age spots
Gimme all that hurt, gimme snapshots
Lemme get a photograph and laugh under your bad news
Kill the wet words, give me effort
Let me give a little cause to the bickering
Then stop stop the short short for flickering
Gimme work, gimme hurt, gimme effort
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme gunshots
Kill the weak plots, gimme gimme g-gimme g-gimme gimme
gimme gimme guns
Bang
[P.O.S.:]
Get smokes... we ain't got bodegas, we got gas stations
Choke, steady rock, ready for whatever pops
Split the surface like machete chops
Better lost anyway... okay
Slash fast getaway, crash whatever path
And stop whether it's caskets or gas hits, last drops
I'll stash whatever math I've added in a basket and bury it
You let 'em pull the wool, I pull the chariot
Faster, lungs like California raisins
Singing some type of blues version of "Search and Destroy"
I'm talking Stooges, weathered tissue and bruises
Iggy "Raw", respect or step back, cute is what we aim at
Haha, aww... haha... I'm on some Ichabod Crane raps
Scared of the headless gaps in any audience
Maps exactly where I'm a bucket a whole frame
Knuckles up, the ruler's coming to measure
The rudiments of your struggle by the inches, quit bitching
Keep building, sheep sleep still
Shepherds don't peep dreams, reach till it's real
Thoughts breach seams on a 59/50 clipped bill
Keep the uniform wrecked, trends kill
Necks bend still when I step, bend steel when I flex
Head kneel to the next, near never
No kings ever, nope, sever all that...
[P.O.S.:]
Just a hair too abrasive for a nation on soft
Dirty when the style ain't
Bringing that bomb squad density when irate
Digging in the crates full of sodium nitrate
Like this I'll... burn up my fingertips, roof's on fire
Fine, just let me get in and find a good place to sit
It's fucking freezing out, who got a cigarette?
Who's got an 'Ove' Glove and a hard hat for me?
All I got is, dirt on the jeans, ash in the cuffs
Scuffs on the skate highs, keep 'em laughing at us
Trust that I keep [knives] that will land in your guts
If your touch is not welcome, pacified pacifist seldom
Someone took the nook, keep yelling on 'em
No telling what'll happen if you pass the fifth
And keep your flash pasteurized, mines like fresh outa the tit
Ick, Schick sharp, shards for darts, promise of skill
Arms up, guard your heart, f'real
High crime, low art, protect your neck
Face sparks to the... no time to waste
Take down, clowns in the fake crowns
Sound the loud siren, get off my island
Doomtree consume the loose silence
[First Verse]
In fuzzy focus, he sees downtown
A blue pick-up that's kinda rusted
Mystery formed a process of pain with faces dusted
Or a red cap to a crack vial in front of a crack pipe
He sees a cat on it's last life
A Father, never mistaken for a dad
Never mistaken by a guy that never had
He sees Heaven's fallen angel place a hand upon a mother
and wipe the tears away
Tell 'em it will be alright (alright!)
So, sleep tight, cus sleep might
Be the perfect escape for a man who leaves you in the night
So, sleep soundly and sleep good
It's the last words before he clips his wings for good
Arch-Angelic, My chemical hard apprenticeship
You can't learn to be outspoke by another marksman's shit.
That's inherent
It's build things or hop in the crosshairs.
Hard to kill an Angel, that's apparent.
[Chorus]
Mama drinks pepsi, Papa drinks gin
Papa gets drunk and a relationship begins
Papa, lady, Liquor form a love that won't break
Mama caught them cheating, it was too much to take
Baby had an angel, baby had a dad
Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad
But Baby's got a Mama and a roll of duct tape
and that's something, They got a love that won't break
[Second Verse]
Bringing it right back to the wrong fucking side of a man
Bringing it right back to a psalm and a backhand
A sad man, got up, waited by a trash can
What is he? Five or six years old?
There is no angel no more
Just a Devil with a jones that he can't stand.
A level pass high, passed by, he can't land.
Last chance, Last chance, last possible second to advance.
But you left him in the distance, nothing but resistance
Nothing but pissed pants and anger
How can you explain that you're dead when you're a stranger.
You talk to it, you dodge bullets, thank god you're swift
They cough up blood and choke on it
You're not needed, you're not welcome back here in Minneapolis
You're not worth shit, you're not worth shit, You're not worth shit
Put that in your crack pipe and smoke it the fuck up
Alright
[Chorus]
Mama drinks pepsi, Papa drinks gin
Papa gets drunk and a relationship begins
Papa, lady, Liquor form a love that won't break
Mama caught them cheating, it was too much to take
Baby had an angel, Baby had a dad
Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad
But Baby's got a Mama and a roll of duct tape
And that's something, they got a love that won't break
[Whispered Chorus]
Drinks Pepsi, Drinks Gin
Gets Drunk, Begins
Papa, Lady, liquor form a love that won't break
It's too much to take (to take)
Had an Angel, had a Dad
Baby had nothing but a reason to be mad
and a roll of duct tape
and that's something
They got a love that won't break (won't break)
[Modified Chorus and Outro]
Mama drinks pepsi, Papa drinks gin
Papa gets drunk and a relationship begins
Papa, lady, Liquor form a love that won't break
Mama caught them cheating, it was too much to take
Baby had an angel, baby had a mom who could take the pain for him
Duct Tape, Duct Tape, Duct Tape, Duct Tape
[P.O.S.:]
P.O.S., Doomtree Crew
Rhymesayers Crew
In a world where the world ends at the end of your block
And them uh, little whirlwinds spin friction round the clock
I'll be savage, hunt and gather the average rather cadaver
Cock back hammer, splatter matter all over cell phone and calendar
No peace, yeah, in the middle of a war zone, riddle when the norm thinks slow
No sleep, yeah, with the shades down low, on the down low fighting with a dream
I creep, yeah, all secrets please, I don't need to speak
I'm paranoid like a man in the land of the free
To set up and let us burn and turn cheek, damn
Stop with the octagon, top your block, I'm gone
Off my rock, no songs, no more locked, yeah
Just a little bit a prison for everyone of us
We won't listen till there isn't any more of us
These days we quick to part ways with rights like "okay"
Here, let's be clear, for the record I did not sign up for lockdown
Or any kind of shock and I'm so bored
[Chorus:]
You must have forgot just who you were dealing with
Nothing less than aggression so naked, so crystal clear with a
Trust in absolutely fucking nothing but Doomtree
Step up your thought game lame, we're all thirsty!
[P.O.S.:]
It's like they leave us no option
Walking these streets, heat is watching
These preachers speak from they pockets
These teachers, bring it back c'mon
These teachers reach but can't stop it
Seedlings so poisoned, so lost and
Follow these prophets to nonsense
Tossing what's right to the dust
And I ain't no casualty
Got no surface with spotless morality
My dirt might have to cover up my grave
But I keep my fear of faith
And filth clutter up my cave
Got me looking for disinfectant
(I don't know how to behave)
God, I'm bored!
[Chorus:]
You must have forgot just who you were dealing with
Nothing less than aggression so naked, so crystal clear with a
Trust in absolutely fucking nothing but Doomtree
Step up your thought game lames, we're all thirsty!
[Crowd:]
Mooooooooore!...
I am P.O.S.
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes off this land corporation’s rape
From that life I’m tryin’ to separate
But I guess I’m livin’ dreams cuz my rent’s always a month late
Product of an East German Black
Who kissed the neck, of a pretty woman named Grace
But he lkeft my life just a little too soon
Didn’t see me catch the Doomtree fame
As we go a little somethin’ like this
Look mom, no protection, no I got a baby boy by the name of Jake
And I been tryin’ to play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
When I think I’m getting’ better every passin’ day
I’m not an early bird, plus the feathers’ all black
So by the time I catch an apple, usually it’s rind
But it’s a must to decipher one’s girl
From the round, sweet apples that are rotten on the inside
I cherish my free time
But I maximize so my soul needs to unwind
I wanna see the stars be the moon to my sun
(But I’m always on the run, run, run)
I fake to all these hard-case kids
I raise a black fist
But won’t say (nigga) in the things I write
And I don’t say (faggot)
Cuz I don’t think it’s right
I know my boy struggle with that for over half his life
I guess we got our own lives to live
But I’m stretched too thin, tryin’ to build a kingdom to rule
And I think to the past sometimes
And dag man, it’s bad, see I kinda acted like a fool
But I’ve apologized to the lives that I’ve touched
Wrong pride, to the back, move ahead strong
But I can safely say
I’ve never played a woman without karma catchin’ up later on
I try to walk the right side of the tracks
But I’ve hopped a couple trains
Mom would cry if she knew the haps
But I can stand who I am
And face the day straight
Knowin’ not a thing can change what our beat singin’
[Chourus:]
No one will ever be, like me
No one will ever be, like me
And I know I’m not (?) but when I try to do what’s right
Everyone who comes to me don’t understand or see my plight
Everything I’ve ever done, and all the plans I’ve had inside
I was Mr. Gone Wrong in way, so I gave up and said
(Alright)
So now I do what I can, I’m
(Alright)
Stand up like Mama raised me
(Alright)
I was dope from the bottom
And pulled a flush
I’ve been livin with my chips all in
And I’m still in see
[Chorus]
I am P.O.S.
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes off this land corporation’s rape
From that life I’m tryin’ to separate
But I guess I’m livin’ dreams cuz my rent’s always a month late
And lookin’ back it seems I’ve always been a step behind
Little off-track and feelin’ no one shared a frame but mine
Listenin’ to records in my room to escape
Found some things I could relate with, I wore out the tape
We said
When I lose, every time I win, cuz
No one will ever be,
Messin’ up stuff or doin’ things wrong
Quite like me
[Intro: Slug]
Auditon?
Yeah I got this...
Yeah I was at your show
Yeah... No I mean no I didn't like it
No I'm just saying I was there
And a... Doomtree!
You suck ha ha ha...
Alright... Cecil Otter, P.O.S., Sims
Dessa, whatever the fuck she calls herself
Paper Tiger, Swedish name for a Japanese punk band
Joe Mavin, you look like Alanis Morissette
[Verse 1: Slug]
Sometimes I feel like a bastard surrounded by fathers
Fasioning themselves to resemble action figures
Passing opinions across the pasture like we asked you
Like we have to have your last pieces gathered, like it even matters
Like we're trying to climb this ladder a little bit faster
Like I'd rather let the captain lead us into disaster (crash)
Like the bladder never adapted to laughter
Like I won't be the first rapper thats sent to your plaster casters
And after the new dawn is gone
My name is Sean, out on a lawn(?)
Put my songs in these coupons
I lost my soul and watched it drip down her futon
I lost my gardens(?) out of a bush that sprouts snook bombs
Now I'm looking for a word that don't exist
To help disrout this selfish pride that I hide inside this fist
We've arrived to loosen up this noose that keeps us lifted
And rip these stictches while I introduce this piece of...
[Verse 2: P.O.S.]
Yeah stand back (stand back)
Let me be the target, let your bullett hit, I'll handle that
Let me see you flex aggressive ignorance, see half these cats
Stagger like the simple common sense to put one foot before the other
Hop, trip, slip
Slid into home base base like you planned rehearse
Some kind of celebration dance, you got tagged at first
And kept running
Jumping the gun for what you got coming
Homie no handout's til' the pitcher hits you
Your acting like your stitches rippin'
I got nothing but what my crew and open folks are bumpin'
Trustin' their trust and feeling bastard for trusting their trust
So fuck it, everything else gets tugged under rugs
Til' I get something like a crowd of cats mumbling my words
Show me some heart, let me tug
(Slug: Give me a pound or a hug)
Hear the sound like a drug homie
Just free-based beats, life's cheap
If you live it right, right?
If the words are tight, might
Bright the head in the dark, kill the night ride(?)
[verse 3: Slug]
Stand back, no piggy backing with the mad mats
A mini apple road warrior give me that hand clap
From the hash back to amtrack to aircraft
Ransacked every city that the kids be at, the furgomack
Jumping hurdles that you carried in your back pack
The love curdles at the match books last act
Licking the stamps back just for physical flashbacks
The times of writing rhymes to get my cats and my plants back
They tell me I deserve to be happy, now doesn't seem valid
'Til we get rid of half of
How many are doing nothing but sucking on flavours?
I'm try'na edit the credits while their critiquing the trailers
So I'mma rant like theres something to say
Making up my own dance I'mma do it this way (watch me)
And I'mma try and take it all around the world
(While I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl!)
[Verse 4: P.O.S.]
Sometimes I feel like the bastard son
Oh where the fucks my father
Like a shattered shoulder
Like the chick got smashed off my class
at the door with my shoes and my coat
So now I'm here again, I brought the clown, we came to rock the boat
I hold you down, you set them up
I'll set the bar and drive around
We'll let your style do the knocking, here's a pen go to town
Paint it with big broad strokes, I'll study your path
And hope your pride can take a joke when I say its dope with earcoats and laugh
Man I'm pleased to shit the ass
How can I add you up, devide your crew and still be horrible at math?
Now answer that and stay fasionable (just try it)
Go bash the bricks and stomp them ? kid the princess still ain't at this castle
Mr Of Course, the youngster hoarse from screaming on him
But shit, I toss the lozange quick and drop my fullbacks(?) on him
Turning teens into fiends from the beats to the bear hugs
I got the stuff to get some buying up the ear plugs
[Outro: Slug]
(Close up your ears... Close up your whole face...
This will melt your brain... Oozing
[P.O.S.:]
Yeah, million-dollar baby girl in the lower middle class
With a Maglite right beneath her pillow
And no, she's never been a boxer by choice
She's known to act oak, he'll never catch her a willow, nuh
She the calm type, you see the small scars
Creeping down her arm, peeking from her rolled sleeves, right?
She keeps him weak in the knees but she out stay out of sight
And when that school bell rings, it's goodnight
Or might as well be, he never sees her around
But he looks, for weeks now he's been maybe tomorrow
But he's shook, he sees them bruises and he needs to please her
Plus he don't wanna go home either, gives her a look
They pass, copies down a poem from a schoolbook
Gives it to her after hesitation, whoops his ass
She took it fast, lost like all sensation in her hands
Then braces herself gracefully, sturdy where she stands
On some humble mumbling, pass the words, fumbling
Nothing discouraging, just nerves, drumming up the courage
Something bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds
Something, something that he read
It caught her right beneath the armor
Cauterized thought of any blunt forced trauma
Ain't no way that he could harm her
[Chorus: x2]
When the curse leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales
Some people seem to call that home, but some souls roam
Keep riding till the cycle is broke
We don't got to go through nothing alone
[P.O.S.:]
She's in the weather, the whole storm
Hugging on her prince, his hands to skin warm
Quick out the door, no note, no forlorn
Cause all they heard was "Papa don't hit me no more"
But they couldn't seem to keep the swelling down
How they regretting ever letting out this third child born
But things are getting better now, yeah cozy sweater now
With her thumbs through the holes in her sleeves worn down
And the boy similar, noise minimal, toy criminal
Joy simple when someone's found it in you
Somehow it boost the individual, that bluish hue is mutual
They make love gently, so aware of each other's bruises
And sorta scared they can lose this
Trust, bury the blues somewhere it won't bear roots
But is this boy where the truth is?
She's spooked, see fruit never seem to fall far from the useless
Branch that it's attached to
And quacks say if he's beat up, he's bound to smack you
She's down to step back now, if he ever got loud
She couldn't be proud of whatever she might do
But it's the first time she ever felt touch
That didn't bring her to hush like something was being done to her
That unscrews her, she loosens with the booze
Her hinge can stay bent addressing her dude's wounds
Regressing to bedrooms where fools ignored don't
He's not one of them tools that screws, nuts and bolts
And she know that... and she know that
But she holds back and she hope that he see the way she flinch
Cause it's knee-jerk to brace for attack
Even if he's only rubbing her back
I mean, and even if it's like the deck has been stacked
It's not an act, he's been loving her back (hold your heart up)
Never raise your hand, he says that with a grownup's voice
I'm yours now, just like a child
Please don't be scared now, it clicks
A piece finally fits, I love you
They said that with their lips
Never raise your hand, he says that with a grownup's voice
I'm yours now, just like a child
Please don't be scared now, it clicks
A piece finally fits, I love you
Break Down, the walls in your head, until you
Break Down, not tears instead, you need a
Break Down, on your page and pen stay to you to really hold a
Break Down, on the stage
I'm talkin... ta ta tata ta
I'm talkin feelin' every single one of you in this room
I'm talkin I know and I feel I have my right to this mic
Feel it, you feel it the dealer's deal has been sealed it's alright
The flow will keep comin (for real) it's alright
And see I'm not like every other motherfuck with a mic
I'm on my own (Doomtree)
Feel like the... Feel like the words are comin' feel like the style is gettin' tight
See for awhile I been beside myself with I and me and me side-by-side
Say to spit it, I spit it, kill it with all of my heart now
The only way I know to keep away from the
Break Down
The walls in your head, until you
Break Down, not tears instead, you need a
Break Down, on your page and pen stay to you to really hold a
Break Down, on the stage
I'm talkin... tock tick tock tock Boom
I'm talkin feelin' every single one of you in this room
I'm talkin I know and I feel I have my right to this mic
Feel it, you feel it the dealer's deal has been sealed it's alright
Cuz now the flow will keep comin for real it's alright
And see I'm not like every other motherfuck with a mic
I'm on my own
Feel like the... Feel like the words are comin' feel like the style is gettin' tight
See for awhile I been beside myself with I and me and me side-by-side
Say to spit it, I spit it, kill it with all of my heart now
The only way I know to keep away from the
Break Down
the walls in your head, until you
Break Down, not tears instead, you need a
Break Down, on your page and pen stays to you, you can really hold a
Break Down, on the stage
I'm talkin... BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA
I'm talkin feelin' every single one of you in this room
I'm talkin I know and I feel I have my right to this mic
Feel it, you feel it the dealer's deal has been sealed it's alright
The flow will keep comin, for real, it's alright
And see I'm not like every other motherfuck with a mic
I'm on my own
Feel like the... Feel like the words are comin' feel like the style is gettin' tight
See for awhile I been beside myself with I and me and me side-by-side
Say to spit it, I spit it, kill it with all of my heart now
The only way I know to keep away from the
