Альбом Atmosphere

[Slug]
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All right, all you players and player haters, once again it's time for the "Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live right here in lovely snowy Minnesota
this is the game where we make the average player a star.
Now, if you'll join me, let's give it up for the host of the "Sep Sev" game show
that's right, here he is, Mr. Sep Sev...

YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, YO, fuck the money, everyone on the floor drop
I want all the food in the bag, and I ain't tryin' to hear that soar talk
Stole the dinner and freaked it to the freeway
Flipped the screenplay, and made every love scene a three-way
Sound track recorded here in Minnesnowda
Tastes like ambrosia
Disinfects pen holders
Yo, let's hold our breath and show your chest, if you're proud of it
And wake me back to safety if you see me falling out of it
Under a full moon, the color ?of mind is a mucous?
See your in the distance, the images riveting
Given the way the clouds moved, it fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled me tight like a kite string

All right, let's hear it for contestant number one
What's your name sir?
Yo, MC famous, the killer

Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to play the next round for a new Lexus with matching socks?
Or air on the horny Miami based video
or do you just want to take the phony looking fifty dollar bills and run with money?

Yo, I want the sex man, just give chicks man, just, just let me touch 'em man!

[Slug]
Now what If I spent, my whole day ?, on getting bent, and now I can't afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar to your back door (Back door)
or hit up Super America for the cash drawer? (Fast forward)
I should be honest, cause even my outer conscience,
Knows the odds of blowing up are equal to people waking up from sleeping,
Keeping me from retrieving kingdoms and bed time stories,
Used to bore me with, positioned in the orbit of my imagination
Small portion, even that much, flustered by the drug fell in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe somewhere in it I became a cynic,
but your sexy grin gets less attractive by the minute
The planets in my head now rotate around the mind
The substance, the bug shit, all in my circumference
And I function
Like I don't give a fuck if you grasp it
Resent the bitch that don't and cast it under the masses;
I asked, "Is that right?" I answered, "Does it matter?"
I was glancing at how you fancy the passion, bastard
How fast you scale the ladder to jump
I'd rather just flunk than gather your junk
(Yo dog, you should blast that punk)

Alright, this next round our contestant is gonna have to slam
a whole bottle of expensive firewater, chase it with a forty of malt liquor
smoke a blunt, load a gun and sell records to 14 year olds all over the country
And the first one of you genocidal fashion fantasy fucks to go platinum wins

Wins what!?

Mr. Announcer, tell them what they'll win!

Well, they'll win respect, lot's and lot's of props!

[Slug]
Pissed on the Asti Spumonte, sippin' kamekazi
Shoulda called mommy when you saw me pull up in ?
The rest of you're life's a flashback when I jump out that hatchback
Here's your tape, give me my cash back
I'm on tracks, and that's that, in fact that's all you need
Either take some kind of lead, or fall to your knees and bleed
How's your scene?
And how's that rental running?
And how's the weed selling?
And how's the demo coming?
Me and my participants, be the reason why you and you crew bit your lips
Stick this in your mouth to cleanse it
The fuckin' prop is too expensive
Make's me want to end it (Repent kid)
My advice is from here on out you purchase yellow boxers
That way when your bitch does your laundry, she won't tell her moms about the stains created
when I skated across that flat service you refer to as lyrical endowment
That content, that conscience, run down to that ?

(Get Down)
Round and round, upside down
Living my life underneath the ground [repeated]

I never had the skills that it took to sell weed
I was too generous, too understanding to your needs
As far as school, I lacked the motivation for the occupation
Preparation, guess I'll never catch that bacon
I need to find a duty doing sales or some shit
Cause I was always good at talking people into dumb shit
Fuck it, just program some drums
I'll be honest to myself and take the wealth if it comes
Run baby, run baby
Because its metro its destined to ruin
Let go of that echo, baby what are you pursuing?
Priorities are twisted and heads not on straight
I think I'm gonna pop if I don't stop and take a long break
And find time to reflect, I need to take a second
Quit breaking my neck to get this fat paycheck
Because money is the root of all people
Ayo most people are evil so I'm on a roof shooting at bald eagles
LyricsAdrenaline, mescaline, ephedrine and apple sauce
Ain't no way to hang a platinum records on these battered walls
Every man's a faggot and all women are sluts
So I'm a hold out my love for all a y'all to shake your butts and

Round and round, upside down
Living my life underneath the ground [repeated]

Somewhat exotic how a lotta these cats went about it
And when they got crowded let the boundaries cloud it
I doubt that if they only knew how I was coming through
Probably be the oasis they was running to
Fashion, the lifestyle, around the fashions and lifestyles
Of entities you don't know much less trust judgment
Judgmental, the soldier with the common pencil
So say what's up when you see me on the bus
Ayo, the worst is yet to come, in fact its on its way
You better go and get you some before there ain't no more today
And hey I'll be just fine, trying to bust rhymes
Got my eye on my son and my hand on my nine
The clock stops, for everybody that you know that got shot
And eight o' clock the seconds get hesitant for every cat that went in an accident
And seven o' clock time stands still for everyman killed by the planet's build
Consumed by the elements, water, earth, wind, fire
When I die I wanna go like that, fuck the devil's development

Round and round, upside down
Living my life underneath the ground [repeated]

(Get down)
Run away, come away from the land of Sodom and Gomorrah
Run away, come away from the land of the sinking sand
[repeated]

Round and round, upside down
Living my life underneath the ground [repeated]

(Mr. Gene Poole)
Lovin' this sound comin out to yo system

I spark to get yall off to a good start. Show me some heart, walk through my hood after dark, dodgin' poison darts catch one in the left lung I hope that (? ? ?) by itself tracksmart. Act like a part of this you'll find yourself a victim of the rhyme bombarde'ment weak shit I have the tolerance. I write the best rhymes in my sleep. Dreamland beats and freelance techniques fuckin' up the sheets. Ink spots. Puss spot niggas tryin to stop this think not (get big not..?) and listen for your bank knock. We do a lot of this activity in my city, get a job in my world, join a futuristic commitee. Weak assistant of three had to be persistantly equal in order for it to work out in a balance which comes down to a question of natural talents. Cant keep those gifts isolated in tablets. It's not about rap ballads or who can flow the best, what kind of dressing you gonna have with your life salad? French...yes..thank you very much..On to the next

(Slug)
Yo you rappers eludin' but that's nothin' new. I still stick to my duty, to kick something true. Still if you wanna boo me we can do this in a circle of peers, tell your bitch to kick a beat so I can work you to tears. I've made a full of strangers throw hands in the air. I know you sense danger I can see it in your stare. Don't provoke anger when the mic's in my hand, cause if I get that spark i'm quick to rip apart your plans. Yo Ant, let's keep this one accesible. Take the fruits that wanna test these bros and make em' vegetables just to let em know that the course tastes pure. Pissed off all the local rappers so it's time to go on tour. I'm sure, so I never break a sweat when a fate steps instead I break that snake's neck and take his breath. Half the time half of em don't catch the rhymes they need they friends with to show em how we wax behinds. Please fool, hella stupid i'm assumin' probably couldn't even rock your own family reunion and i'm through with the politicket. Rhymesayers on a mission, watch the following thinkin', motherfucka

(Mr. Gene Poole)
I stick two fingers through his nostrils and a thumb through his mouth and swing em' like a bowling ball make em' strike the fuck out. Take a hook and stab it through his back and curve it around his spine and throw em out by the lili pads and wait for a hit on my line. Cause this rap shit makes me wanna catch niggas like catfish, chop em up into steaks and sop em up off the plate with biscuits and rice. I put the hand of the one that likes to hold mics in a vice, make sure he never writes in his life. When its time for me to display(stay the fuck out the way), and when its time for you to dj you gon' play what I say. The word for the day is Fette cash lessons. Get ready to mash when I give the word don't ask questions. Pack yo shit, dont smack yo bitch, leave peacebly cause these'll be vital elements of livin' feasibly. ? ? ? the urban ? ? mocha latte, Saint Paul nigga rockin the uptown partay like coca angel vatte, I provide that mental rush and that physical feelin like yo whole worlds being dusted. Be hushed when you see me in deep thought, hand clutched interrupt and you just might be caught then crushed

(Slug)
Yo yo I quit frontin' really really
I know wrong and right, wrote my songs, shed light to promote a longer life. When I reflect that night I seek light in the confusion, I stick to the music and skip the baggage of delusion. Managed to come through and i'm in the minimalism yo the damage is due it's time to climb to catch a vision. Yo i've had it with you and the terms which I work cause it matta to you, the flight's cursed, I might burst challengin who? Balance the mood, yo Stress let's gather the crew, commence to wreck shit then exit. I'd rather that you, throw your hands in the air and if that's too demanding you can stand there and stare.

This one goes out to all of those that want success
Wait, wait, not just the ones that want it
This goes to those that feel they deserve it
And this one goes to all of those that make the moves
and those that have paid the dues
To all of those that walk the fine line on the edge
To all the heads about to break it loose

And you don't want to come close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
After a minute, within it, they start to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they hear not what he speaks?"
They don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping amps
Let me spike the ball because I don't like to dance
Let me paint a picture on the surface of your mind
I got a job at the circus and I quit writing rhymes
Now I travel from city to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, folk lore and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to pay some of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't ever look back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you should trade that Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
Don't forget what chocolate milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover?
Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the lard that cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before they get a chance to hear me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory

[Chorus: 4x]
Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the frame
Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame

It never settles, the constant grinding of metal
against complicated timing, developing my threshold
Touching the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo
to add extra flavor like pesto
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my hand
Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to stand
The anger felt as I look across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand
Move past, the berry is set, the previous sets
carry me through the meaninglessness
Here I am with the word extracting nerves
Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur

[Chorus: 2X]

Put your head on the pillow and shut your eyes
Take your mind out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then come ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love
Instead of flame, crying tears in the rain
The thunder came, and it drowned out the hunger pains
Numbed the brain and played life like a numbers game
Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last ones fastened to the bottom of his guts
Yo, they don't know me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday
This child is your fate so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can guess your weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and straight?
And why the hell ain't you tripping to make some ripples in the lake?
I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case
as it irritates my prostate, and when I sit home alone
I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial tone

[Chorus]

(There's your little dilemma, right there.)

In my city, there's too many of you that don't really want it
And since I ain't hooken' em up,
I'm one that doesn't give back to my local hip-hop community
If I did have something to hand out,
Don't you think the last person I'd give it to is you
Little busted-ass weekend MC's, talkin all that noise
When you don't even come to my shows
What the fuck did you ever do for me?

Yo, and this goes to watch too many rap videos
And those that don't support the local shows
And those that wanna hate my crew based on the fact that your ass is stuck
And you don't know what the fuck else to do
And those waiting around for someone to put em on
And those that smile in my face but talk shit when I'm gone
And those that grab the mic just because they got flows
Go work on your fuckin demo
Go get drunk and crash your fuckin rental

With the sweepin
it's the look on her face, that's got me displaced
plus the fact that she's probably got no clue I'm peepin
she's deep into routine
cleanin off the sidewalk
infront of the shop she works
1:15 am, me parked in the car
on the street, maybe 30 feet from the spot she sweeps
emotions achin', who is this human?
and whys she chewin my attention
the action, unaware, innocent, purely accident
and whom I askin this?
I'm alone, in the passenger seat of this [this part is bleeped out]
awaitin' my companion, but damn man, she's got me distracted
and it's not just the fact that she's attractive
it's the whole kit-n-kabootle
from the look on her face, to her taste in shoes, to the way she moves
it inspires me to sit and doodle, so
while I write
she wipes down the tagged up picnic tables outside of the [bleeped out]
it's missin not a spot
and here I sit again, with a pen
and a desire to be entirely lost in a world of them ..

[spoken] "what do you mean you just wanna be friends.."

[Нет текста]

(What I'm sayin' is the most. I'm a player from coast to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Here's to you, you, you you. If the truth is what you need, baby, check my pedigree. Come and take me on a shopping spree… you, you, you, you.)

[4x]
Hoes and tramps
Fucks and sluts
Bitches, scams
Tits and butts

Bitches be screamin' for this eight inch demon
And when you hear me screamin'
I'm about to free the semen
Wipe myself on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I flash my box cutter
Cuz I'm rougher
Than any pimp you've had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill that bullshit
Cuz if baby gets spiteful
I'm lacing the liquor
With some piss and some Lysol
Roll in a shit brown Lincoln
Eatin' a sticky bun
Spot check the block
Pick one that's gonna gimme some
Cuz I'm a freak
I like the girls with tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King drive thru
I take ‘em two at a time
Make ‘em both say my name
Ain't never had three
But best believe that I'm game
And that's the key: game
Girl I fit words like Scrabble
The inner city cowboy
With the thick herds of cattle
Crusin' Lake street
Gene Pool ridin' shotgun
Got the flyest trickies
From the Mississippi to Boston
I got a house full of porn
To keep the vibe warm
The door's always open honey
Come outta the storm
Yo, I got daddy's little girls
Ones that always stay true
Got an Uptown girl
She dyes the pubic hair blue
And I gotta bitch that lives in Kenwood
Rich townhouse flavor
She travels on business
I'm gettin' down with the neighbors
I gotta freak drives the bus
Shows me love with the free rides
A hundred hoes in St. Paul
But only one from east side
Gotta a Bloomington bitch
With a pool at her apartment
Rug burns all over
From fuckin' her on the carpet
Got the mega mall hoes
Make ‘em all work the food court
Hit me off with a chicken soft taco
And a couple of Newports
Stripper bitches
Bodies, jewels and fake tities
And a hoe that lives in Fargo
For when I escape the city

[Chorus]
But my favorite one
Out of all of ‘em is your girl
I sway the tongue
Never once have I been forceful
She lays it on
Like it's a job that she loves
Yo who's lips are these?
The response is always: Slug's.

The Richfield bitches
Freak the lip-gloss and hairspray
Downtown women
That like to fuck on the staircase
Northside chicks
Southside chicks
Suburban chicks
Love to open married women
Up to the pervertedness
Disturbin' your relationship
Excuse my morals
I work it with the way I trick ‘em out
Silly mortals
The words I kick
The sport I play
Know what to say
When I'm sittin' at this buffet
With all these tasty morsels

[Chorus]
But my favorite one
Out of all of ‘em is your girl
I sway the tongue
Never once have I been forceful
She lays it on
Like it's a job that she loves
Yo who's lips is these?
The response is always: Slug's.

Crusin' down the street
In my baby's mom's Caprice
February got the windows cracked
Wearin' a fleece
Hit the bus depot
Yo boo, you kinda cute
Give me nine and a half weeks
I'll have that freak sniffin' too
Distributin' cum
Across the rotten fruited plain
I know it's hard bein' young girl
Let me soothe the pain
I understand you baby
Straight up I understand
Now lift up your ass
So I can pull these fuckin' pants down
Now the ones I don't do
Are those under eighteen
Or at least I keep that shit a secret
If you know what I mean
I got sluts that love to give head
And I like to watch
The way they move their tongue
Up and down my—

“Mother fucker! I can't believe you're sittin' down here recording some bullshit like this!”

“It's just a song man, it's just a song, it's like a joke man shit. Nah, it's just a joke man.”

“Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? Well you better pimp your way over to that neglected girl you got there.”

“Goddamn man, why you always trippin' on me in front of my friends man?”

“Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you gonna be rhymin' about some bullshit like this shit, man.”

[Chorus]
But my favorite one
Out of all of ‘em is your girl
I sway the tongue
Never once have I been forceful
She lays it on
Like it's a job that she loves
Yo who's lips is these?
The response is always: Slug's.

“Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, damn. Yo Ant, I gotta go man. I'll be back next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, I'll drive. Gimme the fuckin', no, fine you drive, fine.”

Black pantyhose, pink lace
Showin' through the holes, fishnets
Black pantyhose, pink lace
Showin' though the hole…

(Drop my drawers and the bitch said, “Shit!” Skinny mother fucker with a fat ass dick.)

Hoes and tramps
buts and sluts
bitches tricks
tits and butts

[Verse 1:]
Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon
and when you hear me screamin, I'm about to free the seamen
wipe myself off on your couch cover
if she talks any trash I'll flash my box cutters
cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
kill that bullshit cause if baby gets trifled
I'm lacing the liquor with some piss and some Lysol
roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun
spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some
cause I'm a freak, I like the girls with tattoos
I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru
I take 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my name
ain't never had three, but best believe that I'm game
and that's the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble
Lyricsthe inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle
cruisin' lake street, gene pool ridin' shotgun
got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to Boston
I've got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm
the doors always open honey, come out of the storm
yo I got daddy's little girls, ones that always stay true
I've got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic hair blue
and I've got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavour
she travels on business I'm gettin' down with the neighbors
I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides
one hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side
got a Bloomington bitch with a pool in her apartment
rug burns all over from fucking her on the carpet
got the mega-mall hoes, make them all work the food court
yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports
got a stripper bitch with body jewels and fake titties
and a hoe that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city

[Hook:]
but my favorite one, out of all of 'em, is YOUR girl
I sway the tongue never once have I been forceful
she lays it on like its a job that she loves
who's lips is these? the response is always slugs

[Verse 2:]
the Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray
downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase
north side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks
love to open married women up to the pervertedness
disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals
I'm working with the way I trick 'em out, silly mortals
the words I kick, the sport I play
now what to say when I'm sittin at this buffet with these tasty morsels

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
crusin down the street in my babies mom's caprice
February got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece
hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute
gimme nine and a half weeks and I'll have that freak flippin two
distribute and come across the [?]
I know its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain
I understand you baby, straight up I understand
now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin' pants down
the only ones I don't do is those under eighteen
or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean
I got sluts that love to give head, and I like to watch
the way they move their tongue up and down my...

[Outro:]
Motherfucker! I can't believe your sittin down here
recordin' some bullshit like this

(Hey man it's just a song, it's just a song, it's like a joke)

Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take your ass over
to that neglected girl you got there.

(Why you always trippin' on me in front...)

Motherfucker, you got a kid, how you rhyming about some bullshit like this?

Follow me, everybody spread around, I want you all to hear this
Join me, sit down, sit down
I wanna tell you guys something, I got story listen
I knew this girl named Roulette-lette-lette
The coolest woman I ever met, met, met
I never tried to hook it up, up
But I used to fantasize about the guts
Fuck, bust nuts, rush
Grab the gold and carry it in your mouth
But I'm a try to hold the microphone and turn the party out
And if it's the type of crowd that doesn't like to shout, fuck it
I'll give 'em something to chew on, something to talk about
Snap, crackle pop rock, never had a sawed-off
Don't never wanna blow up, cause I never wanna fall off
Adjacent to that vacant lot, next to the weed spot
Sits a head shop, beneath a tree watching peace talks
So let me catch a round of applause
So maybe I can persuade some lady out of her bra (come on baby)
Ladies and gentlemen...
We now ask that you give a warm Minnesota nice welcome to MC
I've your man on the mic, you know...
LyricsLadies and gentlemen, give it up
Put your hands together, put your hands...
Cause if we can't do it together
We'll do it apart
Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start
But that's a given
Now within the distance of your vision measure the persistence
How are you living?
I'll smack the whack and sell 'em crack while I'm laying down my mack
(I'm trying to tell you homeboy)
I'll get sick on a trick, talking shit firm grip on my dick
(Ayo bitch I got what you need bitch, yo, yo)
I make moves and get loose wearing a camouflage goose
(And that's juice, like what, what, what, what)
Yes, yes, I never stress
Make a mess on the mic sipping a Becks, wearing a vest
Cause well, you know
It's that Rhyesayer with a razor, truck jewelry, Chuck Taylors
(Yo man, pass that blunt kid, yo kid, kid)
Tall sharp and handgun, paid a ransom for these pants dun
So step off kid you're playing me too close
If we can't do it together
We'll do it apart
Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start
But that's a given
Now within the distance of your vision measure your persistence
How are you living?
Killed all the thoughts about killing all the cops
No longer get as pissed off when I have to jerk my dick off
I just want a mic and a crowd and if that's asking for too much
Fine, lemme just have that mic and I'll be alright (I'll be alright)
Stuck, between a rock and the sky
With an option to buy and I got lost in a lie
Tossed them fakes out the door, I ain't your whore
I make music, can you feel it?
Cool, then I'm a make some more
Yes, yes y'all you are now rocking with the best of the mess hall
In root to the basement, while Ant drives the vessel
All apologies to those insulted
By the repulsive vultures that fly loose when I'm seduced by the impulses
(By the impulses)
Defense mech in effect, protect the rep
From all forms of public infliction
But listen I love the ripping, so fuck the friction
it takes focus off what's the mission
(Yo tell 'em what's the mission)
To be the man on the mic, to be the man on your mind
To be the man that made you push rewind
To be that mother fucker over there on that mic
You know what that means?
That means I can show you what I need you to see, see, see
(See here, what you need to do is follow, follow us baby
Before you can... what you need to do is see, see, see, see, see)
If we can't do it together
We'll do it apart
Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start
But that's a given
Now within the distance of your vision measure your persistence
How are you living?
Measure your persistence
How are you living?
Measure your persistence
Higher living
Higher living, higher living
How you living?
Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher than heaven
The music's gonna take you there
Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher than heaven
The music's gonna take you there
Higher, higher, higher, higher...

You rap for a living but you wish you could sing

Ayo Ma
People are starting to support the music
Self-esteem getting a little boosted
Me and Derrick, we made a record, a lot of our friends bought it
RSC, we built a label and heads parted
Yo Mom, I'm grinning
But most the time it's fake
Too much of my head, it makes the thought ache
For God's sake Sean, take a capsule, painkiller, Advil
Tame your bad self, quit being an asshole
Hey Moms, I could use, just a few more hours of sleep, I think I need to push snooze
There's no way I can lose, 'cause it's not a game
I'm confident; no matter where I land it's all the same
It's all insane
And I'm beginning to adapt
Stepping around the potholes, time-bombs, and mousetraps
And when I fall flat I'll smile
I gotta go, I'll call you back
I'm teaching Jacob how to freestyle
Lyrics
"To The Break of Sean"
Tell everyone I'm doing alright Mom
Its goes "To the Break of Sean"
Tell everyone I'm doing alright Mom
Its goes "To the Break of Sean"
Tell everyone I'm doing alright Mom
Its goes "To the Break of Sean"
All night long

(7 Summers Old Lovely Like I Told...)

I Know A Lotta People But Not Many That I Trust
And Outta Those I Trust Not Many I Would Touch
They Say I Talk In Circles But I Write It Line By Line
And If I Don'T Really Know You I'Ma Lie And Say I'M Fine
And I Spit Rhymes Hoping That Someone Who Thinks Like Me
Related To The Emotions Interlocked Within The Phyche
Spit Rhymes To Catch Chicks To Catch Hope
To Catch That Ear Of The Kid Who Says 'Damn That Shit Is Dope' (Damn That Shit Is Dope)
Not To Mention I Love The Attention
Went From Hidin In The Boxcars To Drivin The Engine
And I Sit In The Same Chair Under The Same Light
Round The Same Time A Night When I Write
Probably Will For Life
25 And I Ain'T Gettin Any Younger
Living To Survive Can You Spare A Penny Brother?
Now In The Name Of All World Wide Rhyme Sayers
I'Ma Drive Pass ? Park And Spray The Soccer Players

[Chorus]
LyricsHow Many Licks Does It Take To Get To The Center Of Your Universe? [x4]
(Let Thy Moon Arise While I Close My Eyes...)

Finally Finalize The Line By Line Of Tryin To Climb In Between Your Minds Thighs
Self Esteem Watch It Grow Like Mold
Watch The Loads It Holds
As The Soul Unfolds
Track My Faith As I Wade Through A Pack A Day
Have To Wait Call Me Back Next Saturday
Pass The Steak I'Ma About To Stick This Vampire
Touch The Heart And Lay The Carcass On The Campfire
Burn Baby Burn And Take Your Cents With Ya
If The Shoe Don'T Fit Ya Remove It To Lose The Business
Get The Car Started Warm It Up For The Journey
Wake Up Abuse And Shake Of The Blues
And Make Stops To Fill The Tank Stops To Urinate
Stops To Meditate And Let The Thoughts Resonate
Stops To Celebrate Stops Just For Heavens Sake
Stops In An Attempt To Make The Bad Shit And Get It Straight
The Ashma Regualtes The Breath Control So Thanks For The Tapes
And Eat Your Vegetables And Yo I Write It For Me And If You Like It That'S Love
And If You Don'T That'S Life Cause Life Don'T Like Slug

[Chorus]

Its The Super Unleaded Imbedded Within My Head Trips
Kept It In Check With The Skeptics And The Essense When It
Festers Infection Fills With Fluid
Apply The Pressure It Burts To Satisfy The Thirst
20/20 Sight So I Got No Excuse My Soul Is Broken Lose From Over Use
Tell Me Who Can Hold The Noose While I Make Certain It Fits Me
Judgement First Impresstion Naturally Shifty
Each One Tried To Teach One When It Begun
Struggling For Freedom Tryin To Build A Kingdom
Now Your Sippin Segrums Tryin To Fix A Threesome
Between You Your Girl And That Freak With The Nissan
Wheels Keep Spinning Accelerator Sticks
So Sugar Up The Coffee And Celophane Your Dick
And Lace The Spliff And Make Sure That Dosage Is Right
Cause Lifes A Bitch (Lifes A Bitch) And I'Ma Hold It Tight

[Chorus]

Wise men couldn't see it in their dreams
But up rose the poets from the speed cleans
And the weed fiends, speakings dissected
Deciphered by the undernourished purists
No longer is it a get over situation
What are you really saying? (Do you think she's listening?)
What are you really saying? (Do you think she's really listening?)
What are you really saying? (Do you think she's really listening?)
Do you think she's listening?

If it makes you feel better, go head
Make me feel small
I know what you're up to
Baby, build your wall
You think you've seen it all?
And life has no surprises
Until you call out my name and return you get (silence)
She's a high plains drifter, loner
Baby's a rebel
Cool disposition getcha, shows you new level
Crazy, abrasive, enough to make me wanna taste
LyricsTo figure out what makes it tick
So I can dig it out and break it
Curiosity killed the cat
But liquor helped me build back all of the confidence dripped
Intrigued by the fact that she could fuck, shower and bounce out my house like that
Left me sleeping with my doubts
Okay, wait I know her skeeze
Self-inspired detachment
Keeps her cold like a breeze
She needs a heated passion
Good bedroom stabbin'
Break your back kinda fun
Wild, buck, turn the beats up
I'm loud when I cum
And outta no where, she says, “Word, I'll go there”
“Should we leave now, or do you want to stay a while?”
She says, “I don't care”
Instant-ly my jacket is on and I'm a wreck
Gent with me, “Baby where'd you park, let's jet”
Yo, she's the kind of girl that doesn't want no relationship
But damn I think she's kinda cool
But damn just be patient kid
Regular basis for sex for quite a while
Puppy chased his tail carded
Yo he wants the idol now
Never shoulda brought it like that
'Cause now when I think about it and look back
I'll never forget the way she laughed
When I asked if the only way I'll ever get to see her is when she's on her back
B-b-but the first time we fucked was shaken
Wow, Digital Underground style
No lies, no exaggeration
“Glad to make your acquaintance
What's your name again?”
“Molly”
“Good golly Miss, here take my digits please call me”
She was cool like that
“Yo how'd you get like that?
I've never had a date that gave me head like that”
And it was said like that
And she replied with a “thank you”
“Before you leave Molly, let me kiss that tattoo on your ankle”
And she was out, didn't see her again for the week
No call
And when she see me, no attempt to speak
So like a good bitch I make the example
“Baby, how you been?”
Half an hour later we're in a park, fucking like old friends
Turn on a dome light
To get my pants on right
“Travel safe, see your ass around, have a good night” (bye)
That's it, no conversation, game playin' over some coffee
She's out, moments after she pulled that body off me
I'm stressed, I'm stressed, I'm so confused
She doesn't seem like the type that's that loose
So maybe she does, realistically I don't know her that well
But if you let me, I'd fondle that sexy ass to Hell and back
Tell her that (tell her that)

Yo, you think she's really listening? [x4]

If it makes you feel better, go head
And make me feel small
I know what you're up to
Baby, build your wall
You think you've seen it all?
And life has no surprises
'Til you call out my name and return you get silence

"Dungeons and Dragons" by Dr. Demento

Narrator: Dungeons and Dragons, Satan's game. Your children like it or not, are attracted in their weaker years to the Occult and a game like D+D fuels their imagination and makes them feel special, while drawing them deeper and deeper into the bowels of El Diablo. This afternoon the Dead Alewives watch tower invites you to sit in on an actual gaming session. Observe the previously unobservable as a hidden camera takes you to the inner sanctum of Dungeons and Dragons

Graham: Galstaff you have entered the door to the north. You are now by yourself standing in a dark room, the pungent stench of mildew emanates off the wet dungeon walls.

Nightblade: Where are the Cheetos!

Graham: They're right next to you.

Galstaff: I cast a spell.

Nightblade: Where's the Mountain Dew!

Graham: In the Fridge. DUH!

Galstaff: I wanna cast a spell.

Nightblade: Can I have a Mountain Dew!

Graham: Yes, you can have a Mountain Dew just go get it.

Galstaff: I can cast any of these right, on the list?

Graham: Yes, any any of the first level ones.

Nightblade: I'm gonna get a soda, any one want one? Hey Graham I'm not in the room right?

Graham: What room?

Galstaff: I wanna cast magic missile.

Nightblade: The room where he's casting all these spells from!

Graham: He hasn't cast any thing yet.

Galstaff: I am though if you'd listen. I'm casting Magic Missile.

Graham: Why are you casting Magic Missile, there's nothing to attack here.

Galstaff: I- I- I'm attacking the darkness.

(laughing)

Graham: Fine fine you attack the darkness there's an elf in front of you.

Picard: Whoa! That's me right?

Graham: He's wearing a brown tunic and he has gray hair and blue eyes.

Picard: No I don't, I have gray eyes.

Graham: Let me see that sheet.

Picard: Well it says I have, well it says I have blue but I decided I wanted gray eyes.

Graham: Whatever, ok, you guys can talk now if you want.

Galstaff: Hello.

Picard: Hello.

Galstaff: I am Galstaff, Sorcerer of Light.

Picard: Then how come you had to cast Magic Missile?

(laughing)

Graham: Y- Y- Y- You guys are being attacked.

Nightblade: Do I see that happening!?!

Graham: NO! You're outside by the tavern.

Nightblade: Cool, I get drunk!

Graham: Ugh. There are there are seven ogres surrounding you.

Picard: How can they surround us? I had Mordenkainens Magical Watch Dog cast!

Graham: No you didn't.

Nightblade: I'm getting drunk! Are there any girls there?

Picard: I totally did. You asked me if I wanted any equipment before this adventure, and I said no, but I need material components for all my spells, so I cast Mordenkainens Faithful Watch Dog.

Graham: But you never actually cast it.

Nightblade: Roll the dice to see if I'm getting drunk!

Graham: Ugh. Yeah you are.

Nightblade: Are there any girls there?

Graham: Yeah!

Picard: I did though; I completely said when you asked me...

Graham: No you didn't. You didn't actually say that you were casting the spell so now there's ogres. Ok.

Nightblade: OGRES!?! Man, I got an ogre slaying knife! It's got a +9 against ogres!

Graham: You're not there, you're getting DRUNK!

Nightblade: Ok, but if there's any girls there I wanna do them!

Narrator: There you have it. A frightening look into Americas most frightening past time. Remember that it's not you children's fault that's their being drawn into a satanic world of nightmare. It's their gym teachers fault for making them feel out cast when they couldn't do one single pull up.

(For all those, who's cares have been our concern.
The work goes on.
The cause endures.
The hope still lives.
And the dream shall never die.)

(It's always good to have that instrumental)

- Looking forward to it
- Very much so.
- Looking forward to it.
- Very much so.

Take my hand;
Take my hand.
Take my hand.

The candles flicker.
You handle your liquor.
The nerves quiver.
Wish my band had some sticker that I could give ya.
Blistered.
From a
Endless list of complaints.
Tainted; Consumed; Fainted.
In a room full of paint
Spell negative.
LyricsBut tell me how far can I take it.
Egnraved in my brain
Hold the pain like it's sacred.
Snow fall covers all that's immobile.

I try to bring the plow
But it tends to come out boastful
Kill the sayer-hatin'
And kill the flavor-fakin'
Partake in that forsaken game,
Fuck you and your neighbor's sake

Now waken.

The early bird apprehends the circuit.
Gotta catch the train, mah.
Gonna join the circus.

Call It love, call it love, call it what you will, I don't give a fuck just call it somethin' so we can build

Call It love, call it love, call it what you will, I don't give a fuck just call it somethin' so we can build

I got your interest, pessimist, guinea swined;
Over exerted emotion to he point of feeling fine.
Inner mind travel;
When I awoke, the feet hurt
Scared to drive.
Scared to fly.
I wrote the speaker wired.
When the rival is desired,
I'm smiling at the the fire that's contrived in and inspired in the eys of desire.

When the cries take me higher
I look across the globe and asize of what's dope And drop my low.
Set baby.
With the head gravy.
Better get lazy,
Cause if you step, you get wrecked baby.
Yet maybe I should feed'em line like trout
Put my rhymes in they mouth,
That's what I'm about.

Truth be told.
Not from the new or the old
I'm from the now watch me while I make your whole crew explode
Super nova style.
Hold your pin to the mat
From the grin to the chin to the limbs to the back
In a fist full of steel I express how I Feel
Blinded by work
Searching for the best kind of deal
Gotta find the angle
In a circle of hopeful
Apply a choke hold
And set the locals running in holes.

Call It love, call it love, call it what you will, I don't give a fuck just call it somethin' so we can build

Call It love, call it love, call it what you will, I don't give a fuck just call it somethin' so we can build

Call It love, call it love, call it what you will, I don't give a fuck just call it somethin' so we can build

Call It love, call it love, call it what you will, I don't give a fuck just call it somethin' so we can build

Advanced Communications.

[phone call]

Slugo!

Yeah this is Aaron.
Umm... Duel. I mean... I mean yah.
I mean... I mean like uhh, I don't have anything in the mail yet, man.
And I'm like, eager to do my versing and stuff because... because I've been taking testosterone pills.
Uhh...
So like, hi.
Where is it?

Give me a call.

And uhh if you caught me last weekend on your phone from my cell... umm... yeah I was kinda... piss loaded drunk and stuff... and I can't even remember what I said. But my girlfriend had to remind I called you.

Anyways, nifty huh?

Peace out, honkey, bye-bye.

[End of Message]

Yo can I get a Seven and Seven over here?
Yo can I get a Cranberry Citron?
A tall one?
No, no, lemme get a Newcastle, a Newcastle

Yo homie
Had I known
That you'd a grown
Into a full-blown example of how to act like an asshole
I never would have introduced you to booze and skipping school
'Cause right now I feel responsible to find an answer

Yo, yo, back in junior high when you and I started getting high
Life was just a joke, we was too young to know the punch-line
And you would sooner die then realize you're running out of time
Who's to decide there's no more recess after lunch-time
Bam, here you am, intoxicated again

Yo, how you doin' man?
Yeah it's good to see you

LyricsBam, here you am, intoxicated again
He used to be my man, understand?
I believe you've slightly exceeded (slight exceeded)
How many of them drinks that you think you need when
You're trying to boost the bonus points and reinforce your voice
But I'm not trying to walk within your obnoxiousness (hell naw)
We used to be friends back in the day when you had direction
But that was before your brain felt that infection
And I ain't claiming innocence
I was right there with you then
I'm just sayin'
While we was waiting to move up, some of us grew up
We all knew what the difference between wrong and right was
Sometimes the line blurred, when we was influenced by a light buzz
But from what I see, you've established the persona
Basis, built from foundation, for emulating the genre, drama
Without taking a moment to ponder, the trail of karma that you've weaved
Through the field that you've wandered
No longer am I shocked by the things you do
I'm just confused as to why it's gotta be me to confront you
I guess nobody else gives a damn
So I gotta go for self, 'cause I'm a man
Understand?
And you can take it as concern
Or you can see it as your ego getting burned
Either way, tonight yo, one of us is gonna learn
And I guess nobody else gives a damn
But see I do
Because you used to be my man, understand?
And even if it means you beat me down to the cement
It's all love, I need to see you stick around until the end

Bam, intoxicated again (right?)
Bam, intoxicated again ('cause I'm a man, understand?)

One of those nights
warm beer, cold women
I just don't fit in

It goes 1, it goes 2, it goes
3-2 red dog in the hoodie
too much "person" in your "ality", the friction could be
Should we continue with dialogue as I study these new faces
I would fix my shoe laces, but the room place was
Shoes cut loose at the front door
got dirty socks, I'm on the floor
and thoughts is what I hunt for
Driftin in and out of conversations I know nothing about
Fuck your topics, I didn't come to see you
But yo I'm here, might as well make the worst of this warm shitty beer
and I'm nursin it, and cursin it
I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and sippin it
Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' shit
So here I sit, inside my atmosphere
I don't know a single motherfucker here
but maybe that's my fear
Pull out my notebook and let go
Intro-spectro cep
Not so pleased to meet you
and I hate techno

I only came to see the girl that lives here
TW #11, cold women warm beer [x2]

[Slug]
I wanna follow the footprints across my lover's stomach
I wanna call out her name before I plummet
I wish I had a map of the terrain so I could step around the landmines
Avoid the beasts under the bed that bring they bad times
I wanna find this here so-called treasure
The pleasure, the trinkets, the never-ending weekends
Acknowledgin that I'm still just a piece of the sequence
But seein these different footprints got me needin to show my weekness
The timeline, the time zones, I cross them with my eyes closed
Memorized the landmarks and learned the cycles
The weather patterns, how the seasons affect
the East and the West of each region learned the cycles
Forget about the fact that many trails have been tracked
Maybe it's a plus that there's a path
If this was some uncharted land I'd have to be a smarter man
willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest
and natural resources are unlimited
exploration only requires some desire and initiative
take your time and find the right way to climb
it ain't safe to play games with natures mind
Lyrics
If I could show you, you would never leave it
And if I could show you, you would never leave it
If I could show you, you would never leave it
And if I could show you, you would never leave it
If I could show you, you would never leave it
And if I could show you, you would never leave it
If I could show you, you would never leave it
And if I could show you, you would never

I wanna ride a train up my lover's arm, stop off at the brain
Then hop out and find out what's going on
Cut through trees and ride through rocks
And synchronise the universal sun down to my watch
I've seen a lot, but not quite as much as her
The top went of the memory and the imagination blurred
But I know she's been put through hell, I can feel it
And I know she's touched having this well, tryin to steal it
It came on and it tought her a song
It's strung her along and it caught her when the god was gone
Now to the break-o-dawn she's tryin to feel that fix
And all the family and friends is tryin to seel them lips
But I ain't dumb, I can hear that train come from miles away
Setting obstacles to stop the arrival
I'm gonna blow up that iron in wood rogue
From what I understood those be the aura fits of his survival
My recital another tantrum
because she's highly excitable swinging wings of red nova
Happy endings always off to a bad start
Addictive voyeuristic to the trackmarks

And if I could show you, you would never leave it
[fades until end]

Went From The Papermate To The Spray Paint And All The Way Back To The
Papermate
Run Through The Fate, Excuse Me
Went From The Papermate To The Spray Paint And Brought It All The Way Back
To The Papermate
Thanks For Buying The Tape

Excuse Me My- Excuse Me, My Friend
Is That Your Pen?
Is It Cool If I Use It To Duel With My Skeletons?
Is It Proper For Me To Use It To Prosecute These People?
Is It Wrong For Me To Caress It Against My Ego?
Eh Yo, Can I Use A Ball Point Just To Make My Small Point?
Are These Mechanical Joints Anything Like Hollow Points?
Old Fashioned Number Two And I Need That Shit Quick And Steady
But That's Assuming I Ain't Chewed Off The Eraser Tip Already
If I Touched Or Felt It, Believe I'm 'bout To Make Hell Flip
Computer Friendly Only 'cause That Deadly Bitch Helps Me Spell Shit
Scribble, For The You, The Me, The She And The Politicians
Aerosol To The Wall, Write It Tall For All The Vision
Yo, He Wrote It In Jail, She Wrote It In Braile
LyricsI Wrote That Shit, Named It, Recorded It
Eh Yo, I Got One For Sale
And If I Truly Feel I Got Something To Show Ya
I Pull Out A Blank Sheet Of Loose Leaf And Draw It Out In Crayola
I've Grown To Keep An Extra Utensil In My Sock
And I've Been Known To Mark It On The Sidewalk With Chalk
Most Times I Write With A Pen, Sometimes I Write With A Buzz
And If I Ever Go Gold, I Must Have Wrote That Shit In Blood
And If I Ever Go Gold, I Must Have Wrote That Shit With Blood
And If I Ever Go Gold, I Must Have Wrote That Shit With Blood
And If I Ever Go Gold, I Must Have Wrote That Shit With Blood
Multiples, Level Four, Courtesy Of The Slug

Eh Yo, It's All About The Penmanship, Baby
It's All About The Penmanship, Baby
Eh Yo, It's All About The Penmanship, Baby
Eh Yo, It's All About The Penmanship, Baby

Tomorrow's forecast (flurries motherfucker)

snowman in full effect so play the odds out till April
the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples
i bet that kid Slug will bust flows if you ask nice
its friday night, point me to the party wanna grab mics
used to get queezy when it was time to rock that peevey
but nowadays im just tryin to get musab away from the tv
cuz i cant fuck with the Zenith i rather critize tuesdays releases
with the elitists at the fetus
yet another factory film is what we present
bitch needed a ballpoint no grievance
lets all point our fingers towards the path we venture
minneapolis natives taken the rap of winter bad contender
let me catch a luke warm triple mocha to reach the speed
of the (dunno) thats crashed on my sofa
and in the green room is MC's and in the kitchen is dirty dishes
and my postion is blurry vision
and im livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff
and these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit
since the first time i met you backstage in the game room
Lyricsi knew that i did not want to occupy the same room

i drive for a living but i take the bus to work
auditioned for the roll of jesus, got the part of jerk
armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i

simply took a left at Nicollet
sucking on a cigarette did some pinch hits before i left
and now the nicotine is liftin it
choke at the last drag and flick remains at the gutter
flip up the hood just to keep the brains covered
im trying to grow a mountain out of a foothill
i see people rockin my tshirt but im still shopping at goodwill
in a stuggle in a warzone grew some extra personality
now i wont have to flee or fight alone
the microphone thats my weapon and im on a quest for heaven
or rent me some comprehension
its busy as fuck just gimme a three hour lead
so i can reflect maybe rent a flick and relearn how to read
well we turned up the sleaves and found a bunch of tricks
and used a cleaver to relieve all these unnecessary limbs
misplaced the gems and jewels i meant to give you
to lift you and lost my mind inside the issue

and im livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff
and these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit
since the first time i met you backstage in the game room
i knew that i did not want to occupy the same room

i drive for a living but i take the bus to work
auditioned for the roll of jesus, got the part of jerk
armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i

think now i got spies positioned at varios chivos throughout the city
lots of people thats down with me cuz the evils out to get me
its easy to decipher who can taste me
alot of locals used to hate me but now i think the tolerate me
you can only hear what i feel when my eyes are shut
mistakes are piling up excuses they lining up
im trying to fuck reality but im impotent i cant get it up
cuz shes a duck and her personality sucks just my luck
i caught the wrong bus guess ill get off at the crossroads
and take a long lunch
next month when i got my head right im gonna grab a lead pipe
and beat some life into this dead mic
so let the tape roll and extract all the juices
read the hatemail in the bathroom and place wages on the losers
in the begining you cant help but wanna be innovative
but eventually the oppostion leaves you jaded
like hell no i dont wanna be a baller
im six foot three their aint no need for me to be any taller
i just wish those cats over there at Phobia would hit me off with some free gear or somethin....

cuz im livin in a section where heads is frozen stiff
and these skinny powerder sniffin kids is posin talkin shit
since the first time i met you backstage in the game room
i knew that i did not want to occupy the same room

i drive for a living but i take the bus to work
auditioned for the roll of jesus, got the part of jerk
armed with a walkman and a fake grin and a basement mindstate when i
think of how simple it could all be

"You see what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses
And now it came to my ears a low dull sound
Such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton
I knew that sound too.
It was the beating of the old man's heart."

Man, I'm telling you, some motherfuckers just have no kind of heart man.
Serious man, motherfuckers, man these motherfuckers have no self respect.
Don't wanna pay no dues, just wanna drop like a fuckin LP tomorrow..
And then to top it off these motherfuckers they don't have no heart to their music
You know what I mean? Like, fuck, sound like little girls and shit..

If you respect yourself
Do you?

Now it started off rather basic
Just some small scale dabblin confined to the basement
Never knew I'd grow into this full time user
Never figured that I was a winner or a loser
Only did the due to have fun and only got with the crew
Because it seemed natural to have one
Captured the life in the form of a grip around the mic
Hold it right, like a love, hold it tight
The plight fortifies my existence,
Reinforces my position in this course that I'm stickin to my path
Now I can see it all laid out in my past,
While trying to catch what it's about and my last breath pulled the toxins in,
And I bet debts about to box me in, but before this bitch comes to get some,
I'mma do my job on this M.I.C. and feed you a thick one

You can have all the heart in the world,
doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya,
I'm getting older and I'm knowing better

Let a piss rapper step ta this cap to get up off your head kid,
I'll bitch smack you, have this?

Now, I'm about to put Slug in show business,
And if everything goes right I'm leaving no witness
I hold this inside the chest so big it hardly fits,
It trips between the truth and the party shits
Quick, to lace a track with substance
For all the young guns that's really listening at the functions
See, you can love it or leave it, fuck it or keep it
Either way I'll be here trudging through the deep shit
I've done well over one-hundred cuts
And gotten the feed back of love from some of the ones I've touched and thus,
I'm not quitin, never stop rippin, you gotta be kiddin, shit we was on a mission,
Is it possible, the mics got my soul?
I'll make em all say hoe and Rhymesayers rock the show,
Let em know that it's more than a career goal,
Cut that zero and let the hero in your ear hole, yo.

You can have all the heart in the world,
doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya,
I'm getting older and I'm knowing better

Let a piss rapper step ta this cap to get up off your head kid,
I'll bitch smack you, have this?

MCs please excuse the Q's and P's but I grew up on the B.D.P.E.P.M.D.
Run DMC's I don't believe you should hold the mic
And I rolled up with a bus full of friends that think alike
I'm havin a hard time trying to keep it simple
Just for the fuckers that don't seem to read between the ripples
It's all nipples and clits in this rap shit
Catch you lickin if you lay back passive bastard
It's like that ya'll, it's like that ya'll
Art imitates life and most of it is whack ya'll
You gotta learn how to read the info the individual provides
They probably won't dig me till I've died

Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Die
Dead
Hehehe

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[Chorus]
Yo we travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain
We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain
Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the curve
Expand the kingdom, all heads of the earth

[Slug]
Once in a great while one has the heart to approach us
But usually comes up close, he didn't know who it was
The name travels further than the face
He did not recognize the profile
Only saw an mc for him to waste but no child, that ain't the case
Go find yourself a cause
I take advantage of your flawsand climb into yo drawers
Now didit damage your jaws
When it dropped and hit the pavement
It shot, thats why they keep me locked
Underneath the basement alot
Letting me out jus to eat and shit
And ever so often jus to keep me fit
They gimme a new mc to rip to pieces
Grip their neck, release is out of the question
Maybe theyll let me out if I make a good impression
So please don't make it personal when I flush me through your vains
Consider youself a big part of that great mc food chain
And take your spot in the circle with pride
Reps die, with dignity if you let em
And when they do, I respect them, welcome
The cure for your suffering, tell them it's pure
No subtle hints of weak substances cuttin it
I chuckle when evil and pride collide with judgement
Add that to your buzz and the results is malfunction
No longer should I listen to your babble
Too many coming off the deep end
Where it's steady, stream, and shallow
I have no remorse for those that drop some, they all drop
Until then Imma stay on top of heads like a bald spot

[Chorus]
We travel like the wind across the rotten fruited plain
We travel like the blood that surrounds your brain
Atmosphere has landed, demandin that we raise the curve
So unravel your thoughts and come across in a verse

[Slug]
Yo I sold my car to the junk yard, couldnt fuck with the insurance
Gave me forty bucks, bought a bus card and lunch at bergins
For fun I drain the essence from life forms of messes
Deal with daily stresses, and keep my mic warm with message
Ive learned how to hack my keys in the matter of arrogance and confidence
Contributing to my ego trips and accomplishments
Hes on some shit, no not yet, I'm jus follow my path
I don't eat my words as often as I swallow my laugh
Apollo is back, landed on the 4-shay, and everythings okay
According to commercials for the lowback yoplay
And I know that theres no way to say what you need to hear
So I take the long way to your brain and put some flavor in your ear
Like using a clever on cantalope, leave your plans at hope
On the shoudler with the road-kill carcasses for those skilled smart-asses
Atmosphere coming clear to the ?runway to entertain?
?blast the bag? and scoop up all the brains

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[woman singing]
You can hear the clock inside the ticking and tocking
[x7: fading out]

(man speaking)
So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible
An alamanac...and a prayer book
My friends this story is true
I know
I was that soldier

[Slug]
I use to know this kid named Jesse
He could get wild on the mic but his lifestyle was sketchy, Always messy
You could catch him on the corner of 19th and 3rd
Until the cops caught him first, with pockets of rocks and herb
But there was once this cat name Ivan, he was the man
get the digits from your bitch before you could say pussy diving
Driving home drunk from the front one night
he tied his '84 Tempo round a street light
Me and Mike
LyricsRemember that scary chick Caroline
Very careful when you met her cause you knew she fucked with heroin
Mother of two, no one knew, because the twins stayed with her mom
but when they finally found the bitch still had the twist round her arm
Shit, I can't forget about that big kid Gino
fucking diesel, do damn near anything for a seno
His older sister talked his twisted ass
into killing Steves girl so she could get with Steve faster
Oh yea, speaking of Steves girl, the one that Gino killed
her name was Phadra, she use to stand on tables down at Deja
Tits and clits and car payments and rent and emcee seek tuition

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And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl
or be down with my crew, or be part of my world
Be leary of what you wish for
cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door
Oh yo yo-yo-yo-yo yo
I know this kid named Moses
Use to buy all the tapes and say that Headshots was the dopest
When up for raping a chick in a mall parking lot
Now I hope he gets a dick and broomstick in every orifice
Free Love
Thats what Heather use to say
but when I took her up on it, she said that she was gay
Well, wait a minute, why you shake your ass to any cat with a link
looked me in me eye, smiled and said Free Drinks!
My man Todd had a tight studio up inside his home
and if you had some coke you could come and bless the microphone
Starting selling equipment to fill the pipe
fuck this life, Todd hung himself with a cord from that mic
Cynthia wanted to travel, drive around the country
left the city on a journey, came back with a junkie
He use to beat her, if it wasn't physical it was mental
He didn't leave her until she tried to stab him with a pencil
That kid Jay he was a thief, stole bikes and cars
Use to get real high and try to drive to Mars
One night got hot while approaching a road block
shut his eyes, hit the gas and ran right over a cop
Damn!

And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl
or be down with my crew, or be part of my world
Be leary of what you wish for
cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door

Its the blood clot blues, the gun-shot wounds
the needles and spoons, doomed from the womb til the tomb
For whom the bell tolls, this will pay for the toll free calls made
underage, she said that Jesus gave her AIDS
Now and days the life of fuck follows folks
in my city and some flip their trucks over center meridians
Some do their drugs to float above the stress
and some overdose so they can finally rest
Many walk around like they blind to the mishap
talk-show gospel, smell the tic-tacs and Simulax
Six pack to make the good and bad balance
Walking tall is a gift and steady breathing is a challenge
Adaption, domesticated bitch to your surroundings
you quit singing along but the ball kept bouncing
Now we keep to self and step over the vermon
found me sleeping in a pool of my own sweat and urine
I'm determined to find a path so I can leave you all
I miss the rise and I ain't trying to see the fall
So this goes to those that trying to rest in peace
save me a seat and we'll play chess when I get released

And this goes to those of y'all that wanna fuck my girl
or be down with my crew, or be part of my world
Be leary of what you wish for
cause its more than rhymes and good times behind this door

These are people who tried, tried
These are people who tried, tried
These are people who tried, tried
All my friends, they tried..

[man speaking]
So you see sir, my deck of cards serves me as a bible
An alamanac...and a prayer book
My friends this story is true
I know
I was that soldier

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[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)]
Beyond and Slug got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up the dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want)
It's the barge baby (yo, yo, you can touch it if you want)

[Beyond (Slug)]
Yo, check it out
After I lacerate, what you think you coming back to take?
You aggravate tryna bite me, but I don't feel it
My philosophy is to keep all the lock and keys
Everything I got, conceal it, so they don't steal it
I'm stuck in poverty, but I keeps my head banging
So my kind of life keeps me aware of the trifling
(Bitch, you bitch) Is that the only thing you pay attention to?
And if it wasn't then I probably wouldn't mention you
It's like that, listen (money) now to flock in
But I told you (use your brains) my SoundScan's dropping
There's only two options, huh, die while grovelling
or be a man and stand to these bitches and coward men
Now and then it's gonna happen, you can believe me
So retreat before the barge comes to street sweep
Slug and Beyond, thus dawn of the end
Snatch your family, your friends before the monster's descend
We've been planning to take the world for a long time now
(It's time now) so all opposition lie down
I'm dying to plague the world and every city and angel
Let's come in this pretty girl's face, and then jet

[Slug (Beyond)]
First to beat the uncertainty
Working the verses free for the purpose provided by props
Personally, I never gave a fuck
for the mucky murky mass that you're walking through (to get some pudding)
Been standing here for eternity, for a damn long time, forever
Somehow my patience grew muscular
Must be a side effect to the mental exorcism
Maintain, warm up this torn up brain
Strain, struggle, painkilling guzzle
End in poison, just to push the progress of the puzzle
And I'm looking for a quarter-piece, got the corner pieces perfect
Forcing me to see there's more than meets the surface
Mercy me, check the level of the mercury
Must begot the fever man, my helmet really hurting me
Circuitry twisted by a bitch named greed
Now all proceeds is going to smoking more weed
Please, you need to force-feed your head
and set your sights straight ahead and hit warp speed instead
of the foreseeable hate that you've got aimed at my crew
Pull your noble gown and get your shit together

[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)]
Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
Yo, Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)

[Beyond (Slug)]
What you thinking? Wait a minute y'all, don't answer me
Cause by chance you'll be, the same as the other ones
I'd love come out and play with you, waste a day with you
But something's fucking up my life, I gotta say it's you
In a day or two, hopefully I'll be away from you
You're too dumb to see the roadway that I've been taking you
Blow away the ashes, throw away the trash kid
Everlasting to be the ones forever blasting
(Yo, yo, we crashing that party on the north side)
(Tryna have that shit the dame day as ours?) Look at how they played their cards
Quarterly, all you little bitches better report to me
This is our city, I ain't playing or you'll see

(Take off your bra) Or you'll see
(Okay now bend over) Or you'll see

[Chorus: Beyond (Slug)]
Beyond and Slug got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (you can touch it if you want to)
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
Beyond and Slug's got the shit you love
So go to your tape store and pick up a dub
It's the barge baby (yo, you can touch it if you want to)

They be asking (yo, you can touch it if you want to)
They be asking (you can touch it if you want to)
They be asking (you can touch it if you want to)
(Yo, you can touch it if you want to)
(Yo, you can put your hand down my pants)
(Rhymesayers, big dicks, big dicks)
(We got room for all y'all to fit)

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