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released 01 April 2012
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- Track Name: Everybody Sucks (but me)
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everybody sux but me
i'm the best, most well-dressed and freshly expressed mc
dressed to the nines, fine threads
hemrajani tailor designed turns heads
yeah, alert the feds i ain't nervous
they know my style is a public service
its all tax deductible, irs can't stop it
no bible or qu'ran so call non prophet
never gon' come off it, i'm flying
ain't even trying, so pretty ladies break down crying
guys try to cop my style with the peeping and spying
but i'm inimitable, i trick em til their irritable
my fab vocab paints it subliminal too smooth to be criminal
i flip y'all to a liminal state, my rhyme rate
makes your date wanna stay out late
y'all blue ball as i sate her thirst
for the silk smooth verse
girls dancing while you're holding her purse
i'm never terse, got more to say
explaining the human mind, shades of gray
its a canvas that i paint, so fine you cain't
even see the lines, cut up to make your butt shake
i break out, tricky like braces in a makeout
cooler than a spook in a CIA stakeout
chiller than a cal state hot box bakeout
i'm a five star dinner in a world full of take out
everybody sux but me
i seen a girl come by like slow mo
i know she's just my type, like hands on home row
i deliver my lines at full throttle
down a road no mc follows, i run while they waddle
like a recent prius i can't stop, lead feet
green at high speed propelled by a homebrew beat
police all confused cause i flew so fleet
the man left standing like they're glued to the street
in contrast, my buick don't roll too fast
but the subs do blast and and its got bench seats
teak, the color of the faux wood dash
a sweet ride had for two grand in cash
odometer past 180, did i mention
i treat the engine better than you treat your lady
more patriotic than tom brady
american steel i fixed up myself
oozing sex appeal, not that i need help
busted muffler rattling the grammies off the shelf
everybody sux but me
break it down!
lemme make this a lil more clear
by means of some comparisons
check it out
i'm large diamond, you're the lead of a pencil
i'm a swank cadillac, you're a rusted up edsel
i get the good girls while you chasing hoodrats
my mama looking thin and your mama looking fat
i keep a mean beat steady, but your timing aint right
i'm napolean bonaparte, you're napolean dynomite
i'm a hard drive, you're a floppy disk
i'm a multicore processor, you're a 386
i'm basking in the sun while you huddle in the shade
you're a michigan winter, and i'm a california day
i'm batman you're robin i'm clean and you're slobbering
i'm running you're toddlering, i'm new shoes you cobblering
tell me again about your drinking habits
cuz when you paying in cash i tell the barkeep tabit
you got problems, i got solutions
you just fish in the sea, and i'm the new evolution
everybody sux but me - Track Name: Extremely Dope
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breathe deep, i'm bout to blow old soul flow
all over the whole stage and take this show on the road
just a few psi to go, meter measures the pressure, says its never been fresher
i take the key to the city, put it in the ignition
turn it into the rubber burn position, push pedal
and accelerate the tape of a funky drum break and settle
into a nice groove crooning the tunes smooth look at me
do it, some people watch dubiously-
how could this dude be proving his talent so balanced and beautifully
a philosophical question, not impossible
for me to give a lesson but i'd have to stop the session
and times pressing, so lets drop the topic
i've got thoughts hypnotic like an acid trance,
pop into the stance for a hot dance, draws attention better
than michael jackson prancing around doing jazz hands
lets have fun save some for me honey
that last song was money go and ask somebody
i'd rave with these dames over playboy bunnies
ain't trying to be funny, its just facts, first class acts,
that's the draw man, clicking your glass at the bar
just relaxing, cool as a pool hall
west coast style, effortless never get stuck up
make a tshirt and jeans looks like a million bucks
if your chilling in the house make yourself at home
cause your homeboy killing on the micorophone
got a trick flow slick like a slippery slope
slide right into a night that's extremely dope
Where's the wallet at don't stall boy
order something local instead of a tallboy
bud light's brotastic, complements your pop polo
a tip pro bono, you gonna leave the bar solo
you know, i like my women like i like my brew
real flavor and locally produced
she gotta stand out among the knockoffs
she gotta be fresh when she's got her top off
lets put all the clocks on rewind-
you say you gotta go? i say one more time
dj provide another loop, lets get the group set
to do shet they'll never forget never regret
i'm betting we can set records, beat every party before,
like reading art of the war, easy to conquer the floor,
lights shine brighter than blondes, i'm like cooler than fonz
this time everyone, doing whatever they want, so
if your chilling in the house make yourself at home
cause your homeboy killing on the micorophone
got a trick flow slick like a slippery slope
slide right into a night that's extremely dope
whatcha call when you talk real slow? screwed down
where do all the most bad dogs go? the dog pound
whatcha call when you talk sped up? a chipmunk
how we do when i fill my cup? get crunk
if your chilling in the house make yourself at home
cause your homeboy killing on the micorophone
got a trick flow slick like a slippery slope
slide right into a night that's extremely dope - Track Name: The Mission
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My baby came dressed up in an American flag
and that's all, saying she was in conservative drag
i put a hand on her wrist, i put a bolt on the door
we did it heavy on the carpet and it felt like a metaphor
We laid there spinning from the heat in the room
The summer sun still pounding the aluminum roof
she turned the shower on, started spelling words in the mirror
i was leaning out the window with a bottle of beer
i saw a bum with dreadlocks carrying a boombox
a greenpeace advocate standing on a soapbox
a man with a taco stand selling cheap bites
i said "hey i'm your neighbor!" and they said its alright
This is the mission these are the days
This is the mission these are the days
that i just can't help leaving the plans on the shelf
say this is the mission and it's where i'll stay
My baby's out the shower and dressed
I think I like her with her hair down best, steps
Two flights to the street, two blocks to the corner
taqueria with the vegan beans we walk
take a seat. squash tacos and tofu sour cream
down the street mariachis sing
its been a year since i even got mud on my shoes
here goodwill shoes last as long as new
got groceries, stock up on dollar avocados
i'm in a city where you don't even have to have an auto
mobile to see trees to get work to eat
got the BART and a bike, take me anywhere I lik e in
This is the mission these are the days
This is the mission these are the days
that i just can't help leaving the plans on the shelf
say this is the mission and it's where i'll stay
This is not the city of the 60's
children of the flower power need
social security for paying that fixed-rent
condo worth triple the money that you spent
the gray haired hippies still smart
blow weed play jazz get bored maybe start a company
If the city had a heart it would be south mission
Hot like nuclear fission, a good places to listen
to the hum of ordinary life mixed with
technology, art and streetlights
urban high life, bars, scarves, hoodies and jeans tight
beans refried in lard, even the bums are polite
i'm never gonna leave, i'm never gonna age
my whole neighborhood is on the same page
don't worry if you'll make it, you already did
you and your girlfriend live in the right district its
This is the mission these are the days
This is the mission these are the days
that i just can't help leaving the plans on the shelf
say this is the mission and it's where i'll stay - Track Name: Man Without a Gun
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theres a lot of people and places you can go to
if you want something broken
a lot of faces who if you pay them to break this
they'll leave it smoking
but when you need
someone to work for free
to build back what broke
you need
a man without a gun
metal is a cowards threat
i get further with pure blood and sweat
i'm a man without a gun
when i give my word its kept
i know that i don't need bullets to protect
i'm a man without a
street stories fables for gang war glory
just another war of the poor on poor
carried in hip hop lore sacred text
misspelled lessons of fame out of the violence
tell me whats next teens toting their automatic weapons
but they're holding the grips incorrect
cuz even if your wrists broken you still look cool there smoking
surrounded by shells freshly spent
bullets are expensive. whats the price your life
whats the price of your freedom whats the price of your pride
does the smell of gunpowder provide the right kind
of support, will it make you strong, help you conquer
more than you bargained for or
just for taking pot shots at next door
you tell me. it might seem strange but i believe
these empty hands can cause change
i'm a man without a gun
i heard its cool to have enemies
to start beef because someone drinks the wrong hennessey
born on the wrong street, prefers coke over pepsi
name starts with an A, has a pair of BK shoes
forgot to say excuse me as they perused
the wrong corner store accidentally made a gesture to the door
seconds later stormed by you and a couple more
bulges in your pocket say it all, can't stall, waves to call for
some kinda support but everybody left at sun set
back to the block west of 21 and gratiot
bad odds, caught with wrong colors, flop sweat
doesn't even talk, wonders if theyre gonna pop 10
no cops popping in to stop it, this could be the end
no gang signs made, moves hands to pray then
who saves the day but the little sister of the gunmen
running in, saying dinners ready come and get it
brother does a little math, whats worth more: a guy
from wrong side or his little sisters eyes
eight years old is pretty young to see man die
friends poke him in the side, better choose
he could lose reputation, if he doesn't follow through
can he say he's just in a good mood, let him go
he really doesn't know, makes his sister go home, don't see
as he takes aim, he wonders if he could be
a man without a gun - Track Name: Be Strong
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no traction, peeling out, rubber on the wheel
squeals who feels the tension now
bent suspension, you can feel the ground, neck wrenching as the car
plows senseless towards the crowd, spins out,
see the reflection in their sunglasses lenses,
fans stand defenseless in the stands,
admission tickets didn't mention this particular risk,
weekend bliss shattered as the slicks skid sideways off the caged highway,
the wall set to flex fenders, and render the whole thing
into debris, flaming machine shines all of the eyes
lined up to see metallic shower of sparks
broken parts a streak and a flame every neck craned
to see ya as the end nears, no tears to make your eyes bleary,
no rewind, no fame no sign you drive
blind and the white light gets brighter to shine
at the end of the lane racing line strained flames licking
at the gas tank with one aim, a last blast
to make a funeral out of the game, giving up
your vision fades, but someone saying your name
in the panic a man with hands sure cracks the door
with a rescue axe, cuts your seatbelt straps,
unwraps your slack body from the rollcage safety trap
cradles your back and pulls hard dragged from the car
nascar's racing star close to gone
you're laying on a stretcher on a hand truck, leaving the hot rod
the wall of fire parted by the rescue squad
you all roll off then down comes the hand of god
the explosion throws you forward and you land on the green grass
lawn still breathing, every chest heaving but none left grieving
the whole audience screaming you leave and spend 9 months healing
then you're back in the seat, your eyes on first place, you're ready to race
Be strong, you gotta be strong
Wanna stay long, you gotta play long
Anybody don't believe is gonna be wrong
No matter the odds we gotta dream on
a young guy walks into the bar
got a song in his brain, gonna play if his names called today
tonight's open mic lineup, got signed up, trying to find
patience inside waiting for his assigned time
lips move silent, running over words so often rehearsed
so worried and nervous he'll forget the line of a verse
other bars were so loud nobody heard
this is the first crowd to ever pay attention
so hes sweating from the tension, real thirsty slugs water to quench it
but his mouths still dry when his name gets mentioned
mc polite hands over the mic, good luck man
kid puts down the cup and he gets up to the stand
he's gotta go. hands shaking but he stares straight forward
at a room full of people with their eyes turned toward him
noone warned him how high the stakes could get
is it possible to rock with a one song set
can you beat back the fear that pervades your head
will your heart still hurt when the words all said
can you keep down your dinner, can you keep pitch centered
will the girl in the front ever be your friend
song plays and you stutter like you're eating peanut butter
mutter don't know what utter you stumble over the start
til a familiar part pulls you back, you're alive
and the inner fire gets brighter, the words fly
all signs of life shine, no need to rewind, you ride
the line between embarrassment and all-time high
you got the need in your eyes, pins and needles inside
everything you ever wanted pouring into the lines it goes
on and on song's verses purposed to help you
belong for one night, a desperate sound bite sounds right
the crowd's down for helping you take flight, hear
your words coming outta their mouths around the chorus like
Be strong - Track Name: Drunk Driving
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when you had a lot to drink and you're driving a car
drunk driving, drunk driving
when you can't drive straight but you're laughing hard
drunk driving, drunk driving
when you're hoping that the cops won't make ya blow
drunk driving, drunk driving
when you're endangering the lives of the people on the road
drunk driving, drunk driving
you had a few drinks at the dinner table
now you're leaning on the wall cause you can't stand stable
all your buddies throwing back the brews
feel like michelangelo, cuz you're party dudes
your girl assures the host didn't mean to be rude
whyntcha smoke a lil bud what we toasting to
host says you better ghost, and she grabs her broom
soon you're on the front porch with your whole damn crew
idly you check your iphone for text messages whats next
more friends downtown saying come get wrecked
so you pile in the cars and you pump ignition
gone swerving down the street like its pole position
six drunks in the car, going way too fast
scaring the pedestrians, friends all ask
man, when'd you learn to drive with such style and spunk
tell 'em ever since i started driving drunk
drunk driving, drunk driving
trying to get there in record time
you take a mean shortcut through a crosswalk sign
running all the red lights, dodging all the police
car goes a little faster when your wheels greased
pulling e-brake turns, feel the tires lift
this mofos making his tahoe drift
your bumpers falling off and your tires bald
but you make it to the bar well before last call
and just as your pulling out your id
you see your friends bent over on their hands and knees
you assume that the stains on the wall are theirs
cause they still look fresh and its the color of beer
so you share a good puke and get ready to rally
sharing vodka from the bottle in a nearby alley
saying this bar sucks, man screw this dump
let's get back in the car, i'd rather drive around drunk
drunk driving, drunk driving
take a nice cruise downtown
mighta hit a few bums but who's keeping count
just keep the car level, that's your primary goal
so you can play flip cup on the center console
y'all say holler if you're feeling alright
cause We all gonna get stomach pumped tonight
til suddenly you see those red and blue lights
its the cops, and you know they wanna harsh your vibe
so you squeal to a stop on the side of the road
cop says, please step out of the car real slow
mouth full of breath mints, eyes full of visine
is there a problem officer? as you swaying in the street
well we got a few calls about an suv
heard girls were doing body shots in the back seat
30 people in the hospital critically injured
describe a young white male trying to chug a whole pitcher
driving a truck with a shopping cart stuck in the fender
hanging naked out the window yelling "never surrender"
While the liquor store owners all gather in the churches
Their kids can go to college cause of one nights purchase
son y'all must have had a hell of a bender
the death count alone set a new county record
Got anything to say before I throw you jail?
yeah-does the 5th cover being drunk as hell?
drunk driving, drunk driving - Track Name: Jacob's Ladder
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We were born in the wrong year
Just missed the bubble of the stock shares
Just caught the trouble of stolen planes
That brought New York so much pain
Look up there was rubble in the rain, crash to the ground
All the jobs dried up and the laws came down
Disallow noise, walking in the streets no sound
Pat downs, wiretaps and crackdowns
The money came back to the bank execs
All crying to obama hanging off his neck
They got their checks off our national debts
But who's gonna pay for the mess
Yours truly, me, you and you girlfriend too
We got no lawyers so we aint gonna sue
I heard it gets worse but I hope it aint true
Gonna keep on working til the light shines through
So, my girl sends out her resume
Moms take kids to the park to play
And even if we looking to a darker day
This time I ain't afraid
Heaven
Is not too far from hell
But i'm a little bit too short to reach the top shelf
I need a ladder
I'm building one myself
I'm just a couple rungs away from ringing the bell
I guess I'm doing well
The white house, put up saddam
and took down saddam, we trained Mujahadeen
They blew up some things.pretty good training,
Cuz osama got ten years free
Now we still got troops all over the world, two wars
Spend a lot of money just to even the score
I say wipe the scoreboard, I want peace
Meantime brown kids get beat
Just for saying As-Salaam-Alaikum
That aint hate they offering their hands, man
We oughta go shake em
Not of shake em down in fake security lines
X-raying the brain when there's nothing to find
And all the guys with rifles wanna vote palin
Praying for the spirit of ronald reagan
Like he could turn back time to when things made sense
Ha, if we could go again
I'd a bought high tech in 95,
I'd a talked a lil more to the girls i liked
Would've bought a nice coat with fleece inside
I'd a drove the same car though, love my ride
Could've hit a different school with the profit of the stocks
But god damn detroit rocks
I'd've bought wool socks, got the same degree
Would've picked the same coast, with the salty breeze
And ended up back in the valley satisfactory salary
Talleying my many blessings and devouring calories
Grass fed steaks watching the city like a gallery
2nd floor apartment, only a start
I'm lucky, very few regrets on my heart
My life's quite nice and I try to do my part
Got my horse before the cart, used to call Noah crazy
Look now-I'm floating on a homemade ark
Heaven
Is not too far from hell
But i'm a little bit too short to reach the top shelf
I need a ladder
I'm building one myself
Just a couple rungs away from ringing the bell
I guess I'm doing well
