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1. |
Stockholm Nights
02:43
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Today
I dreamt about a place
So far away
I can not take you there
Through the looking glass I see
Where I want,
To be
I'm waiting
And maybe
I'm looking for
A Place To Call My Home
Tell me
How many times you've seen
You Pray.
Your hands to reach
This ribbon
In
The
Air
Such a perfect
Lullaby
When you touch the sky
I'm Waiting
And maybe
I'm looking for
A Place To Call My Home
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2. |
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1
Hiphoppocratic Oath
from the catacombs
Phil Phanatic:
Green
Phat
up in a classic pose
Put the record on the platter
spin it backward though
track isn't revolver
aint chaps from Abby Road
Flip ya
weak cypha to a magic show:
all rappers on the mic into jackalopes
holy mackerel
pack em down rabbit holes
back in the day I’d be a beat poet daddio
Symbiotic with the city's physiology
Busy bodies schiz out to pizzicato strings
Reppin repetitions
Split like a bishop incision
To the rhythm
Get to gripping
Temper flipping
Skipped out on the dinner bill
Snatched the apple pie chilling on ya window sill
Yelling bring it back:
What things used to cost
Mooching the land
Speed off like supercross
2
I'm the type
sit back with a flow
rap japanese poems
like backwoods with 'dro
Martina
like class without having a loan
or attached to the grid
no fracking and coal
Me an you:
apples and os
got game like
Attack of the Show
no sleep whether rapping or code
whole week on the motif notes speak
old crows feet have dramatically grown
Spread the sonnets
set tectonics: Stetsasonic
Left deposits like
episodic economics
Bless it honest
rep the culture like a strep throat
test those
from the folds to the epiglottis
If i'm spending dollars
it's eating empanadas
defend against the men who attempt to demagogue us
The little things
sticking to the truth
Broke the fiddle strings, pa
yo I'm spitting on the roof
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3. |
Dance For Me
02:49
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Dance for me
Why don't you
Dance for me
You know I got
You Under my skin
1
Yo Loverman
Can't understand
You play The Wall like Pink Floyd cover bands
Lookin stubborn and
After a couple jams
No chance of
getting up to dance
You a sucker man
very uptight
whole merry ol night
the white stereotype
No karaoke
derriere very low
Not really feeling it till i carry the mic
Sorry Darling
to borrow from the Carlton
many things I know finer than the Charleston
On Rhumbas
no maneuvers
rumors that he’s grooving like a Goomba
Redheads, blondes, brunettes
say he either got two rights or two lefts
You bet
when I stomp off cue
no clack of the tap or the soft shoe
Dance for me
Why don't you
Dance for me
You know I got
You Under my skin
2
Can't mash potato
I’ll step on toes
Can't do the twist
Chubby Checker knows
Wreck your style and address the clothes
In the soul train line never next to go
To the textbook look for clues
brown out on Electric Boogaloo
won't chow down with a Wild Style
not even for the pickupchickabowow
Now Now
I'll curb the antics
No absurd romantics Dirty Dancing
Or the nerd advancing
on girly anthems
won't do the jerk
or the Jersey Tantrum
Fan degrees if you would, Stoupe
Temperature rising
not prying the Footloose
Good news.
Grab that stance?
Emcee motions n not jazz hands.
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4. |
Rhythm and Rhyme
03:35
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(Hayley Cass)
Everyday
I Can hear your smile
Open my door and stay for awhile
Come close to me and drink my wine
Endlessly escape the rhyme and rhyme
Rhapsody
Taking over me
Gravity
Slipping from underneath
So I Know
As It goes
And the Story's Told
Listen to me, very carefully
Come with the wind
and crash like the sea
Open your mind and set yourself free
Take a lot of time but don't plant your feet
Rhapsody
Taking over me
Gravity
Slipping from underneath
So I Know
As It goes
And the Story's Told
Everyday
I Can hear your smile
Open my door and stay for awhile
Come close to me and drink my wine
Endlessly escape the rhyme and rhyme
Rhapsody
Taking over me
Gravity
Slipping from underneath
So I Know
As It goes
And the Story's Told
Listen to me, very carefully
Come with the wind
and crash like the sea
Open your mind and set yourself free
Take a lot of time but don't plant your feet
Rhapsody
Taking over me
Gravity
Slipping from underneath
So I Know
As It goes
And the Story's Told
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5. |
Spit Fire
02:23
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1
For practice
I write with ashes
in pitch blackness
on flip sides of matches
The sparked friction
my pen spits to the sound of ya life's film strip when it ends
Infinite Zen
Turned sober civillians.
Soaked gasoline over Golden Pavillions
The fire and cloud
admire the style
higher than
mt.
zion
I acquired it how?
Locked in the dollar bin anonymous
conquering your solace with Saladin politics
Stretching out: Ottoman colonists
Spit lyrics hotter than your bottomless choleric
So
If you got a minute then im rocking the cold
to two-twelve-little o on thermometers
omens show flows dont expire betwixt spliffs myths not pitched prior spit fire
2
Come through
forces slamming the stars
torches to your rhymes
damage your art
Paper up in flames
checmicals collected
besiged your city
while the emperor slept in
Burned at the stake
eternally waste
return thermal energy
I procured for my race
Historians shift stories victorious
grip glory in the form of lit warriors
Origins obscurred on quests with breathless
swords from the forge of Hephaestus
Lest us open wars
like the trojan horse
coaxing frozen domes into glowing orbs
So, of course you not mentioned when they pen quotes
They made reference to your death in the end notes
Sent low over rich fibre
thick wire
come by I whip up a quick choir spit fire
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6. |
Seasons Change
02:46
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Seasons Change But I Know Better
The leaves will come
The snow wiIl fall
Seasons change but I know better
Turn your back when you are gone
I know something yall dont know
and it begins with the pressure
ends with the snow
I say something yall cant say
and it starts with the thunder
ends with the rain
I hear something yall can't hear
it takes too long to arrive at your ear
I been places yall aint been
towns off the map
blown by the wind
I got dibs on the storm name
lids on the door and
kids on the board game
Jim kept the score
threw ribs at the tornado
old fashion fun till winds hit the chord change
Hi hats turned cymbals
Scientists on the line graphs weren't nimble
Mind that grind capsule
Bind the didactical wisecracks:
ain’t no time for time travel
No line of mine babbles like her
type of night throw the spike in your apple cider
Chills from drum fills
The last lesson that ever came to pass
Jazz from the brass section
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7. |
One Track Mind
02:56
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I got a one track mind
It follows me wherever I go
It follows me whatever I do
But I do not want you
Low-Lifes in Vogue
Stobe Lights the road
Dudley Don't Rights
Rouge types in droves
Cold nights of code
Grown gripes are groaned
trying to stand tall:
stove pipes on domes
No dice.
Alone
So trite the tone
compared to drone strikes
or flights unflown
Unknowns knowns that’s sewn in the hustle
heap tons of fructose for the doses of the doublespeak
Back to grand fades
AMPEG AMSCRAY
band turned fans and plans turned man-cave
handmade sandpaper
laminated bland
in the land of basic, damn
many paper-laden champs.
Eric wanted Gibsons
parents wanted pigskins
merit-based
cherish serenades for shin-splints
As for me
my one track's been set
move the goalposts until I find the net
Have you ever had a compromise witcha
Never gon Rise witcha
Never gon fly witcha
I will never let you concentrate
You can never ever run this way
Tell me how you're gon’ break
I got a one track mind
It follows me wherever I go
It follows me whatever I do
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8. |
Roll Down
03:19
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Roll Down
(Hayley Cass)
Don't got a dime for you baby
Swear no pennies here
Your money's got the best of you baby
Your wallets just not taking you there
And roll down your heart now
against the sea
Roll down your heart now
So bittersweet
(Noesis)
No I don't want fancy cars
Trying to keep a hold on the handlebars
Still up on the ancient grind
Find a place in space and time
Dang near empty
Bank on the fritz
Pulled rank and I’m out
Thanks for the fish
Maximum greed
Waxing poetic bout tracks like they actually gas up unleaded
Graphic.
Mass collapses are the average
Rap Blackfish
The trap has got us captive
Laughing.
Lapped us fast up in the Aston
Add by subtracting
Have by imagine
It’s sad when nighttrippers live backwards
Light tippers ice grin kick habits
Set my sights:
Men and Mice-lavish
Still trying to get yall to tell me bout the rabbits.
In the bindle trees and the lead sheets
Meet greets: ‘‘BT is the bees-knees!’
Easy.
Ougia say squeegie
hood still fiending for the cheese from the VCs
No I don't want fancy cars
Trying to keep a hold on the handlebars
Still up on the ancient grind
Find a place in space and time
(Hayley Cass)
Don't got a dime for you baby
Swear no pennies here
Your money's got the best of you baby
Your wallets just not taking you there
And roll down your heart now
against the sea
Roll down your heart now
So bittersweet
(Emcee Noesis)
Costly toil
Dank to the lips.
Coffee
Oil
Tank full of grits
Grip to the crank
Anx on a drip
Peace
and I’m in like thanks for the shift
Age old Make-A-Mockery-Of-Lay-Schlobs
Get paid to tell cats not to do their dayjob
C’est la vie
Monopolies finna get saved
Legislate the minimum wage
Take me away
rumble with regents
drumming and screaming
scrumming and thieving
not one to the precinct
on the double whats up with that
cold crushin policing on these other cats
Takin cover
cause its rainy days
making music is my saving grace
don't ever try to put me down like crazy eights
in the shady race where everybody has to pay to place
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9. |
Against The Wall
03:23
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Spend all of your time against the wall
Carry the weight of it all
It aint gotta be so personal
Give strength to the merciful
It'll never ever be your treasure you can hide
It'll never ever be your glory on the side
Spend all of your time unbreakable
Give and take your wayunshakeable
Turn back on the truth to see it fall
Win to lose again erase it all
It'll never ever be your treasure you can hide
It'll never ever be your glory on the side
Spend all of your time to slow it down
One note to rewind
it can't be found
Steal a key
got to figure it out
Seek the other way around
It'll never ever be your treasure you can hide
It'll never ever be your glory on the side
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10. |
Bandwidth (Summer Mix)
02:50
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Bandwidth
1
Yall can't do the math
groove to rap
pass music class
without Google Glass
Loosing tracks
keep moving back
Ya’ll data corrupted with the goofs and gaffes
Battery pack loss juice elapsed
Anatomy app is off
You collapse
After the catalog
shoes and slacks
backlog on back, arms, tooth and caps
Brute force hack on your organ valves
Crew attacking ya storage cloud
Loops get snatched from ya working files
While i move the crowd by the word of mouth
Whats that sound every three seconds?
Dont know how to diagnose read records
Two meanings of laboratories:
I check the mic
yall check warrantees
2
Voice commands with choice commandments
Support the band
Now, support the bandwidth
Import the jams with portions mammoth
then court ya ma'am with cordial manners
Every poem worth jack
packed in your random access on demand to rap
Semi-glowing facts and maps
at a grand establishment
candles flashed.
Dimly lit, indie tip feel
She was real late so he ate two meals
Paid bits promptly
Tipped to the dime
Auto-review:
Wine list's a crime
Called for his car
Drove till dawn
Crashed till the post it notes were gone
Stopped on the curb
Left in the keys
Parked itself and it went to sleep
This for the brain full of wafers
Snooping eye spy cam on the neighbors
Bots excused from the convo
Scheduling conflict: Please Leave Pronto
Kids with a tube in they face
Pumping the gruel no worry ‘bout taste
For the body temp all knowing
Three degrees and ain’t gotta throw the coat on
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11. |
Stone Soup
02:25
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1
Upper-middle class hood american dream
Double heart attack the parents relieved
Stripped the attic of its centenial steez
carried worried woes symbolized by heavy LPs
First stop: pawn shop.
Second: safe deposit
Third: garbage dump, record store, closet
Combonation unlock
Stuffin up their safe
never really knowing pops unique musical tastes
Now, Mr. Bryer's no fan of the rap
has no idea about the production on tracks
I step thru with mysterious vibes
he sells me stacks for a pair of the fives
Then I reconstruct you
rush through what I'm up to
mutt music bluff
the broken up and krushed grooves
even with the standard compositions
writing choppy style standing on tradition
2
We join Dustin
Studio scene
Musicians tripping off the LSD and the green
Hey, it’s the Seventies
Trying to ripen the love
Turn the last decade's folk into pyshcadelic funk
Engineer fumbles with patchbay cables
Who knows what’s through what
Stray labels.
I’m not really sure how it sounded to them
Played off vinyl now:
be a powerful blend
We're back.
Find the rightsholder in a rocking chair
Excuse me, got a John Handcock to spare?
Don't want to rob you, just want your name
so you can get paid and play with me on stage
I mean not to invade
I mean not to attack
like a gas man wanting all your land for the frack
Only seeking your consent so you can finally speak
and join up with the others -
several thousand deep.
Best not get sampled my friend
Lest your music becomes a tool wielded by producers
Mixed up with other broken intros and breakbeats
Windows into ya soul been closing lately
Dont get sampled my friend
Or maybe you will be a bite of something bigger than your little parting fugue
Cut, scratched, triggered, replayed, or looped
Thanks for your contribution to this stone soup
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12. |
In The Ruin
03:03
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Sometimes I feel like I don't have a clue
Lover, lover, lover won't you tell me what to do
Serenade me in the heart of the world
Don't you be mistaken, I was ne'er your girl
(carefully)
And now I'm praying
(I believe)
We just can't say it
(follow me)
Found in the ruin
(serenade)
Everyday
If I could tell you
I would tell you twice
Strike a match on concrete
Just to see it light
Open your eyes
But don't tell a soul
Your story is mine
It's already been told
(carefully)
You know I'm praying
(I believe)
We just can't say it
(follow me)
Found in the ruin
(serenade)
I Got It
Let Me Show You My Light
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13. |
Come On Home
03:14
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Philadelphia is a helluva town
Prisons go up and the schools'll go down
to lose ya cool isn't unusual
beautiful views soothe until the news about the hootiehooable
Police rough like Please Touch
so ease up
Yall love beef
it’s fat and never e-nough
Emcees is reading terminal lunch
Digest by blessing a personal dutch
Start it off
like The Gang Gets Interviewed
I got heart like the Franklin Institute
The most rappers crying
Try to diss?
Bones in the academy of natural sciences
Throw litter down
The spit a round
Three cyphers at the same time in Rittenhouse
Fly:
Derrick Pitts
Hanging with the stars
Flow stands Rodin
Beats Banging in the Barnes
2
Where peeps stay
deep in unique tastes
at these rates we’ll replace Fs with a PH
Jawn'd be the key phrase
Mean weight don't seem great
three plates eaten
Damn, coulda had a V8
DJs with B.A.s in beat breaks
neat names deface walls that are crawling up the freeways
Wheat paste posters with release dates
Throw emcees in East State Penitentiary without a delay
Ls on kelly drive
seventy five
lemony-lime
yosemite sending me vibes
Heavenly
stressing aside
mecca of rhymes
phat lines like
Jerome, Reggie and Clyde
We aint never care
You get hung by the zoo balloon
dumped in the Delaware
sunk in the Schuylkill
Dr. J dunk on your noodle from the strip
write rhymes in traffic on Seventy Six
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1
Hiphoppocratic Oath
from the catacombs
Phil Phanatic:
Green
Phat
up in a classic pose
Put the record on the platter
spin it backward though
track isn't revolver
aint chaps from Abby Road
Flip ya
weak cypha to a magic show:
all rappers on the mic into jackalopes
holy mackerel
pack em down rabbit holes
back in the day I’d be a beat poet daddio
Symbiotic with the city's physiology
Busy bodies schiz out to pizzicato strings
Reppin repetitions
Split like a bishop incision
To the rhythm
Get to gripping
Temper flipping
Skipped out on the dinner bill
Snatched the apple pie chilling on ya window sill
Yelling bring it back:
What things used to cost
Mooching the land
Speed off like supercross
2
I'm the type
sit back with a flow
rap japanese poems
like backwoods with 'dro
Martina
like class without having a loan
or attached to the grid
no fracking and coal
Me an you:
apples and os
got game like
Attack of the Show
no sleep whether rapping or code
whole week on the motif notes speak
old crows feet have dramatically grown
Spread the sonnets
set tectonics: Stetsasonic
Left deposits like
episodic economics
Bless it honest
rep the culture like a strep throat
test those
from the folds to the epiglottis
If i'm spending dollars
it's eating empanadas
defend against the men who attempt to demagogue us
The little things
sticking to the truth
Broke the fiddle strings, pa
yo I'm spitting on the roof
3
King of the kings
sting like a bee
bloom like a monarch
hydroponic to the heat
kinks in your thinks
eye-roll
phonics on the brink
head nodding
hypnotic not the drink
psychosomatic
see me
on light posts
on avenues
repeat
my nice tone in magnitudes
peeps with the cheat sheets
sacrebleu
deep whether sunny morn
foggy afternoon
me and the e-street
decleating half of you
other half of you
get featured on the national news
not for the cash n jewels
snack on
rappers like macaroons
knack for the new jack elaborate
while most doing it for the swag and acronyms
as sure as they tracking the chattering
we roll phatter than Abba-Zabas to abdomens
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15. |
Bandwidth (Winter Mix)
02:22
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Bandwidth
1
Yall can't do the math
groove to rap
pass music class
without Google Glass
Loosing tracks
keep moving back
Ya’ll data corrupted with the goofs and gaffes
Battery pack loss juice elapsed
Anatomy app is off
You collapse
After the catalog
shoes and slacks
backlog on back, arms, tooth and caps
Brute force hack on your organ valves
Crew attacking ya storage cloud
Loops get snatched from ya working files
While i move the crowd by the word of mouth
Whats that sound every three seconds?
Dont know how to diagnose read records
Two meanings of laboratories:
I check the mic
yall check warrantees
2
Voice commands with choice commandments
Support the band
Now, support the bandwidth
Import the jams with portions mammoth
then court ya ma'am with cordial manners
Every poem worth jack
packed in your random access on demand to rap
Semi-glowing facts and maps
at a grand establishment
candles flashed.
Dimly lit, indie tip feel
She was real late so he ate two meals
Paid bits promptly
Tipped to the dime
Auto-review:
Wine list's a crime
Called for his car
Drove till dawn
Crashed till the post it notes were gone
Stopped on the curb
Left in the keys
Parked itself and it went to sleep
This for the brain full of wafers
Snooping eye spy cam on the neighbors
Bots excused from the convo
Scheduling conflict: Please Leave Pronto
Kids with a tube in they face
Pumping the gruel no worry ‘bout taste
For the body temp all knowing
Three degrees and ain’t gotta throw the coat on
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