Rjd2 Filmography

• A Spaceship for Now (2010)
• Seven P.M. (2010)

• Walk With Me - Rjd2
• The Shining Path - Rjd2
• The Horror - Rjd2
• The Glow - Rjd2
• Making Days Longer - Rjd2
• June - Rjd2
• Gypsy Caravan - Rjd2
• Games You Can Win - Rjd2
• Final Frontier - Rjd2
• F.h.h. - Rjd2

Let's take a little time, we can head up north
Walk the tracks again
Step aside for the trains, and put some coins down
Get to talkin'
It's the same old place, the thoughts all change
With the scenery
We can clear our heads, or converse instead
On the times changing
Walk with me
Eh-eh! Eh-eh!
Walk with me
Eh-eh! Eh-eh!
Let's take a little time, we can head out east
And drive the little roads
Flea market weekend, watchin' people
See how the hagglin' goes
Might pay a princely sum, if it's alright
And it's on my dime
Or we can chat away, in the parking lot
Either one is fine
Walk with me
Eh-eh! Eh-eh!
Walk with me
Eh-eh! Eh-eh!
Hoo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Walk with me, and we can speak of things
And all those things, that people just don't see
Walk with me, and we can see those things
That came to pass, were never meant to be
Walk with me
Eh-eh! Eh-eh!
Walk with me

[Phonte:]
If your friends only knew
How bad they stare
By not being you
There would be bloodshed
So you keep it to yourself
The comfortable life you live
Don't make it look easy
Hide the means you achieve
[Chorus: Phonte]
It's a shining path of light
Through your secrets
It's a shining path in your mind
To run free
Lah-lah-lah-lah-la
Lah-lah-lahhhhhh, ohhhhh
Lah-lah-lah-lah-la
Lah-lah-lahhhhhh, ah-ohhhhh
[Phonte:]
If you walk among them
As a comrade
They won't see the albatross
That lives in your shadow
But maybe your worry
Is just a red herring
And all this time you're
The only one caring

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

Got the glow!
We got the glow!
The clothes are neat,
The women are beautiful
Got the glow!
We got the glow!
The stride is long,
We got somewhere to go
Got the glow!
We got the glow!
We take weekends,
Up in the Poconos
Got the glow!
We got the glow!
The pocket's full,
The wad is set to blow
No need to vote,
Business leans our way
No need to drive the block,
We got valets
The work is lucrative,
It's done with ease
No point in wishin' when,
Weather always clears
Got the glow!
We got the glow!
We don't pay tax,
We pay to get loopholes
Got the glow!
We got the glow!
Future's good,
When there's nothin' else left to know
Got the glow!
We got the glow!
Skin is bronzed,
The wrist is bathed in gold
Got the glow!
We got the glow!
If you serve us,
The tippin' is mighty low
The steak is rare,
Tablecloths are real
Breathe the clean air,
Accounts are overseas
The crowd's all part,
As we come through
The hangers-on,
All come around to mooch
Come around to mooch
Our friendships end in a petty clash,
We make new friends and they won't last
Let's celebrate this life of leisure,
Who really cares if it lasts either
Got the glow!
We got the glow!
The clothes are neat,
The women are beautiful
Got the glow!
We got the Glow!
The stride is long,

It's nice to hear you say "hello."
And how are things with you, I love you
But very soon it's time to go
An office job to do, I'm up here writing songs for you
It's nice hear your voice again
I've waited all day long, even wrote a song for you
It's strange the way you make me feel, with just a word or two
I'd like to do the same for you
[Chorus]
Strange how a phonecall can change your day, take you away
Away from the feeling of being alone, pass the telephone
It's nice to hear you say "hello."
And how are things with you, I love you
But very soon it's time to go
An office job to do, I'm up here writing songs for you
It's nice hear your voice again
I've waited all day long, even wrote a song for you
It's strange the way you make me feel with just a word or two
I'd like to do the same for you

[Verse One]
[Copywrite]
RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much shit on my mind
From fake motherfuckers to my future I'm trying to get in line
And doing Hip Hop in this life and time
Ain't all nice and fine
At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme
Full of punchlines and jokes
Fuck-ups and punch-ins
It's like I just can't get shit right
The first time or somethin'
When no one knows your name
And your vinyl's still in stores
Once you get a little life
Through arguing over who feels it more
We got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbage
Wanting to keep you for their personal private artist
We don't do shit for the clubs -
It's for us 45's go RJZ archaeologist diggin 'em up
And I'm the saint sent {Saint-Saens}
To vinyl when it gets set to bash
And it's for life until my final mic check is cashed
[Verse Two]
I can't fully become my mother's guiding light
Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is like
I keep the things you taught trapped in mind
I know you cared even though you weren't here half the time
But who am I to blame
I'd probably do the same in your shoes
I never held that against you
Complained or assumed
You never went through what I'm living
Hell who am I kidding?
Depression is practically
A part of family tradition
So I keep the time we shared close
It sucks to lose
It also sucks we had to share the month of june
I woulda shared eternal time before I left
Each year I celebrate my birth

Downtown on a thirteen train,
A free ride hangin' off the frame
These people been waiting years and years,
They been up drinkin' beers and beers
I came along for the sights to see,
They came down for the victory
A molotov cocktail ready to jam,
We came in like a gypsy caravan!
Run for the hills hide your gold,
They got sticks that'll break your bones
Tippin' cars like dominoes,
No stoppin' when they're in the throes
Lootin' places in the old city,
It's like the moment's on LSD
God came down to kick the can,
And all he saw was a gypsy caravan!
No regard for tomorrow's comeback,
Leavin' nothin' in town intact
World champs for a long time comin',
Too bad somebody's gonna get done in
People swear they believe in this place,
Always threaten to leave but then stay
Can't treat it like their own homeland,

You greenhorns might cruise your way
From the basement at mom's,
To a little face time someday
With the man and the clowns, but
Will it last long,
Long,
But will it last long,
Long,
Path of ambition's a field of gray,
But then it won't clear
And the decisions that make grown men cry,
Are waiting right here
In the wings to appear,
Appear,
In the wings to appear,
Appear
Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in,
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close,
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin
Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in,
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close,
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin
Nobody gets to know the one right way,
'Til they do the wrong ones
You can only foresee your own quaint
Little fears and problems,
In the hopes to become,
Become,
In the hopes to become,
Become
And with his own handicap at hand,
He's a reckoning force
He'll eat alive all the young he sees,
Who aspire to be
The proud and the sure,
The sure,
The proud and the sure
The sure
Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in,
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close,
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin
Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in,
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close,
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin
Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in,
And only play the games you can win
Play your hand close,
Like you had a glass chin
Now let's begin
Keep your mouth shut 'til you get 'em in,
Only play the games you can win
Let's begin
Let's begin
Let's begin
Let's begin
Let's begin

[Blueprint]
Yeah, what up
["The show is over"]
Welcome to the final frontier
Soul Position
RJD2 on the beats plus myself, Blueprint, on the rhymes
["The show is over"]
Live and direct
[Chorus]
We're here ["The show is over"]
The Final Frontier
We're here ["The show is over"]
The Final Frontier
[Verse 1]
We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
Life begins when the record spins and ends
When blended into the next with scratches
RJ constructs the canvas, I find a color that matches
Outline the rhyme and increase the content
Blueprint the piece that completes the concepts
Sequence the song steps to make it more complex
Soul Position in, sole possession of
Poll position, hold your breath and listen
While I resurrect these twenty-six letters
A lesson to beginners that tend to pale in comparisson
You're not ill, and if you are
My notepad's full of medicine
Plus my freestyle is Excedrin
Take two hours and call me back with a new style
And show me you're prepared for the final frontier
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
My pen like a turntable arm moves mechanically
Even when the groove shifts or skips dramatically
I accurately etch out my welded fine fantasy
Across a skyline covered with sound
I move into position like a cumulus cloud
Acid rain slang still a part of my emosis
My first demo, known to soak instrumentals
With brainstorms, capable to break in the calm
Created by strange tongues that praise the norm
But while they make a living giving false testimony
I often impress the ceremony with an exercise in exorcism
First I ride the rhythm, then I spit a venomous
Open mic sermon for the trife vermon
That had a hard time learnin'
How to properly prepare for the final frontier
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
Escaping out of milk crates with modern-day tragedies
Of lost verse, or crews you coulda looped first
But refuse to do the work when the whistle blew
So in a world dominated by the digital
The metrinome I listen to beats inside of my chest
It speeds up with a level of stress
It's built to last, but analog at best
Ingest another measurement of time served
My lifeline swerves kinda like a signed curve
Time blurs, during my breakneck ascend
To apex and then slows during my lows
Tone-deaf soundmen work my shows
The ass of my artform's always exposed
But I'm inspired by the front rows
They're the reason I prepared for the final frontier
[Chorus]
["The show is over"]
["The show is over"]

[Chorus]
Keep tryna keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream "FUCK HIP HOP!"
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?
It's Mota mouth (who?), it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth
[Verse 1]
Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats
So it don't sound like another brother's rap
I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren't able to bite
What I bring to the table is height
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got
Reason I'm hot, there's no other raw season of pot
While most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101
Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun
Not following rules, swallowing crews
Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps
To all you fake dictionary emcees, get off that
Half of y'all don't understand your own rhymes and soft batch[?]
They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street
Take away their dope beat, let 'em rhyme and they weak
And the mic can be a decieving device
Muffle your rhymes so they ain't clear and concise
Have niggas thinking you nice
With battle I'll crack all your gear and all your wack raps
You can't be saved by your babbling or your backpack
Doing it for the love is great but you fake
And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping
For some clown they don't understand
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he's hip-hop
Y'all convincing me that most of y'all are brainwashed
Dug(?) in old hip-hop history
Some cats are crap without their tracks 'cause they weak
I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit
When even they family got a tape and they won't open the shit
I got a big mouth and I ain't scared to use it
One person's keystyle(?) allows everyone to abuse it
So what the fuck is your definition of underground?
Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound
Well I ain't part of that, I'm tired of rapper's garbage
I'm the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit
And I can take a nigga out regardless
You can bring your hardest artists and I'll make 'em heartless
Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that
Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack
And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends(?) for
Don't fuck around with me, if you can only fuck with keyboards
Just 'cause lazy niggas use recognisable material
Don't mean the dope samples are not original
'Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks
Keyboard beats aren't that original, lets face facts
That shit was overused in the G-funk era
Don't give me that excuse, real emcees want better
You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder
Like kids who think they words rhyme 'cause they the suffix
Must bitch niggas be fragile with facts
You bragging 'bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap
What you angry for, and acting all tense
If you innocent be cool, only the guilty's catching offense