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1. |
Lifestyles (Intro)
03:17
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[Verse]
From Minneapolis born and raised the kid is here
Been a long year but I'm handling my business, yeah
I need a minute here, ahem
Okay let's get it in now that I'm finished and my phlegm is clear
Life can be roller coaster
So I'm holding close the bars hoping it don't throw me over
I swear I must have gave my self a full grown ulcer
'Cause I been up stressing, shaking like a holy ghoster
I'm talking Sallie Mae, I'm talking late bills
I'm talking landlord breathing down my nape still
I'm talking broken homes and exes
Learned the hard the way that what best is to face the world alone
Crashed the U-Haul when moving out
Thought I'd move to Queens but the landlord a bitch, I had to do without
Right before we signed the lease he threw it out
Next thing I thing I know I'm homeless looking for the newest couch
I got a new spot, roommate stopped paying rent
Straight disappeared and flew off
Fights with old friends, life with no ends
Nights with no light, drifts of cold wind
Plus my pal from high school he passed away
Why the good gotta die, I question what the pastor say
Despite my accolades from my graduation day
Still working a shitty job to pass them days
But now I'm moving on, I'm in a different zone
Mind on grinding, tryna’ see my vision grown
And if ain't staying awake to scribble poems
I'm prolly blowing O's while I'm getting thrown
Looking for chicks to bone
Maybe if I spit this written yo she gon’ dig me and I'll bring her home
Feel like I'm getting old
Life got me so distracted that for rapping, well, I feel I might forget to blow
But I'm living though, getting stoned
Hit my phone if you wanna ball with single digit dough
We ain't got them bigger rolls but we hunger now
Lifestyles of the almost broke, completely underground
Looking at the thunder clouds tryna’ read the weather
For any signs that me fame are meant to be together
Me and my pen we used a Ouija board and it spelled
“Jonathan, you know what to do, the fuck you need me for?”
So now I'm cooking food for thought for your beats cans
Each jam laying down the law like a policeman
‘Till any doubters rest in peace and
I know I may never see success, but can't I reach, damn
Head in the clouds like I fell out a Leer
'Cause I been stressing hitting cess until my melon is clear
The say the grass is greener and fellow can peer
So here's to new beginnings and a hell of a year
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2. |
Belligerent
04:18
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[Intro]
Are you ready quartet?
All right, let's go
Drink to me darling
Not with thine eyes but with Pabst Blue Ribbon beer
'Cause if you toast me with Pabst Blue Ribbon
I'll know that your love's sincere
[Verse 1]
PBR in one hand, whiskey in the other
Motherfucker I don't give a fuck I’m pissing in the gutter
Hit the blunt or pipe I’m flying higher than a pigeon hover
Gliding round Orion’s belt no lying, did I fricking stutter?
I'm cruising through your party boozing and I’m moving hardly
Without scooping brews that been abandoned by a loser parting
Getting stupider than turtle Tardy, grab a handle of Bacardi
Crash your brand new blue Bugatti into Arby's
Yeah I’m getting bent, getting ripped, getting lit
Ignorant, getting belligerent, I don't give a shit
Vomit on the floor out until they kick us out of bar
And if I see a cop don't stop me cause I’m shitting on his car
Yeah I’m mobbing out to Waka Flocka clock you in your jaw
I'm boxing more kids than popped up out the Octomomma
Yeah I brought the drama, blow up the spot like I stock Osamas
Rolling with a crew of goons like walking with Barack Obama
[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck (nope), I’m feeling ill as shit (yep)
Yeah I’m getting drunk till I get belligerent (what)
Just lemme get one night to get ignorant
Middle fingers up to ceiling if you feeling this
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, I don't give a shit
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, I don't give a shit
[Verse 2]
I'm fighting with this bartender but he won't surrender
He try and slap me so I’m cracking him some broken fingers
Fuck low key, me and my homies we the broke Avengers
Soaked in liquor, holding dro and toking, we some dope offenders
Token binger on your couch with a broken liver
Choking members of your fam for fucking up my okra dinner
If you looking for wholesome figure
I hate to have you shook but you looking at a hopeless sinner
Tonight I’m getting fucked up beyond your comprehension
Starting home baked something like your momma’s kitchen
Bongs I’m hitting till my balls are tripping while I’m vodka sipping
Shit the walls are dripping, fuck one I’m on a million
It's the weekend so I hit the streets chiefing
Geek tweaking, starting beef with any weakling in my sight speaking
Scope a motorcycle, the ignition got the key in
So I’m thieving, weaving to liquor store for more to steep in
[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck (nope), I’m feeling ill as shit (yep)
Yeah I’m getting drunk till I get belligerent (what)
Just lemme get one night to get ignorant
Middle fingers up to ceiling if you feeling this
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, I don't give a shit
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, I don't give a shit
[Verse 3: MADic]
Now about this part of the night
I’m down for starting a fight and I’m partial to sight
Vision blurry, I’m swerving each serving a surgeon serving to
Certain insert in my person aversion to straight thinking on urges
Chopping your chick, wit sharp as a knife
Fingers crossing my heart, if I bark she gon’ bite
Let me put blunt like the carcinogenic arson I light
She like dark meat like sharks in the night
We at the club spot, the nugs brought been loved hot
I dumb dropped dire dollars on some rum shots
Tongue locked, slurring wordses to birdses that young flock
To the bar, posted toasted been done chopped
Now security be peering g and leering see
Apparently I am way too fucking drunk to be here you see
But I don't give a flying fuck, I light a blunt
Middle finger high and stuck ‘till my ride arrive with iron cuffs
[Interlude]
“Get your ass down on the ground!”
“Fuck the police, this America, bitch!”
[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck (nope), I’m feeling ill as shit (yep)
Yeah I’m getting drunk till I get belligerent (what)
Just lemme get one night to get ignorant
Middle fingers up to ceiling if you feeling this
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, I don't give a shit
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, getting fucking belligerent (belligerent)
Belligerent, I don't give a shit
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3. |
One Hundred & One
04:37
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[Verse 1]
I only play with the truth
If I'm saying I did it, I lived it, I been it, what I say in the booth
So you can stay with your crew
Faking, making paper, disgracing the culture and fabricating your roots
I be faded its true, light in the lab
I’m a writing type of a lad, got a mic that's spliced to my hand
I'm a strike ‘em lightening fast like a Michael Tysony jab
A damn poison pen like it's ricin right in my pad
But I never been a Glock shooter on blocks
Ducking shots like Tupac, rocks stuffed in my tube socks
Neither have you, only difference you spitting you did
You stinking like bullshit and your writtens are ripped
(You a) sickly prick nipple sucking the industry tits
Stick with the shtick, you a hit if your mission is this
Magician with tricks, a slithery Slytherin bitch
Riddle me this, how I keep it so fricking legit?
[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah this the proof and the fact
Killing illegitimate kids in booths when I rap
Ugh, yeah, so sick of bumbling bums
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Habitual fibbers they getting stumbling stuns
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
[Verse 2: MADic]
I keep it true to myself
If you following all of them awful trends, well then you stupid as well
I'm a Doogie, you tell all of your friends
That Howser targeting them, I send your crew to the shelf
And I've proven I'm swell, go peep the EP
I'm speaking freaking so freely, I keep that heat with my CD
I'm deep I'm sleeping with seaweed, can't cease the seizing of repeats
Ain't letting secretly seedy skeezy people defeat me
Me and E.T., we one the same
Separated at birth, but sir we stuck by the brain
Alien flow, outcast now I'm disrupting the game
MAD to the jump in frame, words tug at your brain
Fuck conformity, most of the radio it is boring me
I party to it, but recognize that this is war me
Your warranty ain't covering me, I coming for more emcees
With corny beats, I keep it a hundred, stunting, we royalty
[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah this the proof and the fact
Killing illegitimate kids in booths when I rap
Ugh, yeah, so sick of bumbling bums
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Habitual fibbers they getting stumbling stuns
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
[Verse 3: MADic]
Third verse, a great fucking charm
Got rappers cowering, showering sweat from they underarms
'Cause they know they cover about to be blown asunder
Nothing but shit come from they pipes, go get ‘em a plumber
Listeners number, I wonder how they figure
These niggas need to get bigger, too busy checking they Tumblr
They sleeping, with my Apple I wake em out of they slumber
The summer number one hit, Dumb featuring Dumber
Slum creeping, I’m coming to any mic in the city
I'm getting hype and I'm busy, you spitting tight then get with me
I'm living life to the ending, I’m spilling guts and my feelings
Don't give a fuck who the fuck I be motherfucking offending
Cooking cuts in the kitchen, it’s me, I'm keeping it real
Get me and minus the truth it's like Key is missing a Peele
Or Peele is missing a meal, that fake shit tire on tracks
What's the appeal when you reinventing the wheel
[Chorus]
Ugh, yeah this the proof and the fact
Killing illegitimate kids in booths when I rap
Ugh, yeah, so sick of bumbling bums
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Habitual fibbers they getting stumbling stuns
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
Ugh, yeah this the proof and the fact
Killing illegitimate kids in booths when I rap
Ugh, yeah, so sick of bumbling bums
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Habitual fibbers they getting stumbling stuns
(A hundred and one?) A hundred and one
Motherfucker keep it a hundred and one
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4. |
Stress
04:34
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[Chorus]
Stress weighing on my chest
Tryna’ stay alive until they laying me to rest
Drinking Heineken and blazing up the cess
I need to get away just a need the space to take a breath
Stress weighing on my chest
Tryna’ stay alive until they laying me to rest
Drinking Heineken and blazing up the cess
I need to get away just a need the space to take to a breath
[Verse 1]
Last night I got so drunk
I woke up in a pool of vomit and I don’t know when it’s from
Half my night is missing, I ain't tripping, this just how I’m living
On a mission for getting ridiculously fucked and lifted
My parents raised my Christian, I didn't fucking listen
If only they vision could see me now, they'd up and visit
Mr. Pastor to pitch a prayer for this ignorant bastard
Getting plastered, fricking asshole, look at how them duckets spending
I ain't got no savings, every day when
My boss turn away I flick a finger singing fuck you pay me
No I ain’t chained in slavery, I should be thankful daily
But that don't that change the fact that actually it stays degrading
This ain't exactly where I thought I’d be when late night paging
Through them sheets, on top my sheets, before my teachers placed my grades in
Maybe this is just an angsty phase and I'll go back to acting happy
But reality slap me and got me saying
[Chorus]
Stress weighing on my chest
Tryna’ stay alive until they laying me to rest
Drinking Heineken and blazing up the cess
I need to get away just a need the space to take a breath
Stress weighing on my chest
Tryna’ stay alive until they laying me to rest
Drinking Heineken and blazing up the cess
I need to get away just a need the space to take to a breath
[Verse 2]
Me and my girl, we got our issues
Bring another box of tissues, we got a lot to get through
It ain't really felt the same and I don't want to diss you
But you've changed and it's the old you I that often miss, boo
How many times we have to fight for things to be alright?
Remember when I tripped? I called you bitch, I thought you'd leave that night
So I don’t like to get that drunk around you and that ain't no fun
But I get angry when I’m with you, so let’s keep it numb
We had a great run since high school
But now it seems all we do is fight and cry too
I don’t think we understand each other, not at all
We ain’t the same nerdy kids running through the halls
Yeah, we grown now, living on our own now
Oh how the past sitting fat on it's throne now
I don't know how long this gon’ last
So I kick back with a six pack and blow hash
[Chorus]
Stress weighing on my chest
Tryna’ stay alive until they laying me to rest
Drinking Heineken and blazing up the cess
I need to get away just a need the space to take a breath
Stress weighing on my chest
Tryna’ stay alive until they laying me to rest
Drinking Heineken and blazing up the cess
I need to get away just a need the space to take to a breath
[Verse 3]
I'm talking to you, Jonathan
Peering in the mirror, all the thoughts of what I outta been
If I had worked a little harder, gone a little farther
Been a little smarter, fuck it, let's take a shot again
Another day of working, this work it got no purpose
Self worth working to assure I’m for certain worthless
Going to the store like, did you really earn this?
Like what you done so that the earth is better on surface?
You used to have ideals, now you just average at it
Mr. MADic, please add it up how having no passion feels
You’ll never get your ass a deal, man, they'll pass for real
Tell your story through these raps and cats'll laugh and squeal
Why are you even trying? You know lying?
They never gon’ buy in to buying the high that you supplying
So I step away to break from this reflective pane
And lose my brain inside the haze of this special hay
[Chorus]
Stress weighing on my chest
Tryna’ stay alive until they laying me to rest
Drinking Heineken and blazing up the cess
I need to get away just a need the space to take a breath
Stress weighing on my chest
Tryna’ stay alive until they laying me to rest
Drinking Heineken and blazing up the cess
I need to get away just a need the space to take to a breath
(Fades out)
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[Chorus: MADic]
Late night, no sleep
Strange sights, slow creep
Brain like no peace
So I’m a write ‘till the light come and glow free
No sleep, no sleep
No sleep, no sleep
No sleep, no sleep
No sleep, no sleep
[Verse 1: MADic]
It's late as fuck, spent all day tryna’ get my paper up, now I lay in the cut
Just tryna’ make it to the other side where them dreams made in, but
I'm staying up, can't find peace, I’m displacing my sheets as I pace in my briefs
I be grating my teeth 'cause I’m craving the sleep, unbelievable like priests to an atheist
Can't get no rest in, work got me stressing, this girl I been texting don't seem interested
I'm mentally wrestling with pent up aggression, weight of the world heavy caving my chest in
Blazing the cess then, yeah, packing the pipe, grabbing the light, bags to ignite in the night
High as kite, call me a smoker you got me too pegged like the back of bike
Lost in my mind as it twist and wind through a mixture of vixens and wine
Fixing for dimes, looking to master the scripture for getting with chicks that are fly
Itching for living the life of a guy with riches that mine, tint on the ride, Benzes to drive
Craving to make bank, pocket full, rolls like the Michelin guy, wishing it mine
Sleep the escape, but everything that keep me awake
Now caked in back of the space of the trap that encasing my brain and it laugh as I’m facing the facts
My subconscious on some nonsense, keep it locked in the stocks on some wrong shit
So even in rest there's no escaping the weight on the chest
[Chorus: MADic]
Late night, no sleep
Strange sights, slow creep
Brain like no peace
So I’m a write ‘till the light come and glow free
No sleep, no sleep
No sleep, no sleep
No sleep, no sleep
No sleep, no sleep
[Verse 2: JSB]
I’ve been lucid dreaming, kind of hard to tell if I’m sleep or blinking
'Cause I hear the world loud and clear as I speak with demons, I speak with angels, spark the weed with the light off the halo
My reign is the reign of Palestinian kids tryna’ run and hide from the payloads
When I was trying to protect my innocence, societies sharpest shooters had me in they sights from every angle
‘Stead of forty winks I count forty ounces, five finger discount to bounce it
What it’s like in counseling, I lack the courage to not to down it so I rebound with
Three double shots, whatever you got, take it to the head now I’m seeing double
I hope I don’t piss in bed, fall out in trouble as I wonder what’s with all this moisture on my crotch
Oh I forgot the tears on my watch, ‘cause it's the pain of the crock of the shit
But now I feel like the Sandman in this bitch, while the land it flourishes of milk and money
Wet dreams to women, they milk and honey, I wish my reality consisted of meals and money
But really just finding stills and funnies, these shadows in the streets so cunning
Sharp tongue even in my sleep stay cutting, my wavelength moving through shields too putty
Spinning that lightning, fuck a thunder buddy, never slept ‘cause my third eye stay on overdrive
My life in the booth is overtime, that buzzer beater dunk to the rim is me dunking the rim
My vision is very vivid, your vision is very missing, bitch
[Chorus: MADic]
Late night, no sleep
Strange sights, slow creep
Brain like no peace
So I’m a write ‘till the light come and glow free
No sleep, no sleep
No sleep, no sleep
No sleep, no sleep
No sleep, no sleep
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6. |
Chunk Up The Deuce
04:12
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[Intro]
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers! I'm gon' tell you something straight off the motherfucking press. I ain't coming for no foolishness
[Verse 1]
Yo, you know I got it, my comments sharp as Mufasa grill
I'm out to kill with Ebonic shots through impostors still
My sonic skill drowning cowardly herbs in my words
'Till they popping gills like slopping coffee from toxic spills
I keep it real, fucking Judases the apostle will
Hock out hypocrisies, talking nonsense to cop a deal
So at they concerts I stalk ‘em, sock ‘em, bop ‘em, rob ‘em
And pawn they pendant then go Bugatti shopping with Dr. Phil
Ain't no concoction of Oxy pills gon’ match the dope I'm pedaling
Rappers settled in get ready for Hell again
Got melons numb, swelling, swear you selling Excedrin
But I'm an outlier like Ed, Edd, and they Eddy friend
Ain't your typical tippy toe pigeonholed individual
Sitting low, getting dough but spitting like Twinkletoes
Nah, I’m different yo, ink thick in my ventricle
Drip linked to the pens I hold, quick blink and the mission go
[Chorus]
I never have a truce so look out
You occupying my top ten, I'm moving you out
Taking your spot, face it I’m the hot you claiming but damn it you not
Stop, chunk up the deuce and be out
I never have a truce so look out
My noodle on super duper, don't give your doodles no clout
Got the MapQuest, yes, I’m computing the route
For you to ch-ch-ch-ch-chunk up the deuce and be out
[Verse 2]
Please believe I wear my heart on my sleeve
Taking over the underground, that's a part of my scheme
So pardon my dream if you ain't a part of my team
Sever the hand holding the apple in the garden with Eve
I ain't down with the snakes and the rats chasing the Swiss in the traps
The fakes and the acts, I race my fist to your mask
I ain't afraid to say nothing
While passive poets they flushed and huffing, puffing, and bluffing
Lyrical tyrant, eye in the sky hired to spy on you
While I sit ready with the spear or the trident
So have fear there's no hiding, I’m hungry
No comfort I come for thee, dump raps ‘till we hearing the sirens
I'm a consumer, maneuver though your manure
Pursuing sewage lure, I skewer you babies bitching in bloomers
I do it truer, you fake like the paper Jordan logo you Google searched
Printed then superglued on your Pumas
[Chorus]
I never have a truce so look out
You occupying my top ten, I'm moving you out
Taking your spot, face it I’m the hot you claiming but damn it you not
Stop, chunk up the deuce and be out
I never have a truce so look out
My noodle on super duper, don't give your doodles no clout
Got the MapQuest, yes, I’m computing the route
For you to ch-ch-ch-ch-chunk up the deuce and be out
[Verse 3]
You come bearing a wreath, well I’m bearing my teeth
Bury a barely bearable bore barren on beats
I’m terror to terribly poor, tearing up sheets
Paling but dare to compete arrogant erring emcees, capisce?
My loose leaf scattered with bars, I go hard
You fools need batteries charged, you sew scarves
While I’m higher than Saturn and Mars
Holy cow, bitch, I’m sicker than cattle with SARS
So many niggas biting it's likely
Twenty eight days later my rage behavior gon' hit and it's frightening
No need for hyping you light men, I’m heavy hitting
No shit, I’m fricking busy spaghetti splitting you petty bitches
You ain’t hot so just give up, you ain’t on top you a hiccup
So this a stick up for your spot, you get got you don’t give up
So hop away cause rebut any thoughts I won't rip up
A fellow competitor, tell ‘em I’m knocking, the jig up
[Chorus]
I never have a truce so look out
You occupying my top ten, I'm moving you out
Taking your spot, face it I’m the hot you claiming but damn it you not
Stop, chunk up the deuce and be out
I never have a truce so look out
My noodle on super duper, don't give your doodles no clout
Got the MapQuest, yes, I’m computing the route
For you to ch-ch-ch-ch-chunk up the deuce and be out
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[Chorus: MADic]
Last night (last night)
Last night (last night)
Last night I can’t remember, but
Last night (last night)
Last night (last night)
Last night I’ll never forget
[Verse 1: MADic]
(Last night) Last night I lost my mind
It was tossed aside for an awesome ride
And once them shots arrive then you crossed the line
There’s no turning back once you burn your pack
'Cause then you certain that you wanna chop them dimes
And when my eyelids fall to block my eyes
The world spinning, beginning to think I'm stopping time
But that is not the sign for me drop the wine
Nah, it's the sign for me to drop them rhymes
Them words in fact and when she heard my raps
She was searching fast for my cock to climb
So we finish our little our little bit of ethanol in a minute
I remember hers Cîroc, was scotch in mine
The rest is a mystery, ain't stressing but this could be
A lesson of history, but I ain't stopping, why?
[Chorus: MADic]
Last night (last night)
Last night (last night)
Last night I can’t remember, but
Last night (last night)
Last night (last night)
Last night I’ll never forget
[Verse 2: MADic]
(Last night) Last night I abandoned my sanity
With a plan to get hammered we hit Manhattan and ran to the
Liquor trafficking man at the business after we handled these
Fifteen Pabst Ribbon cans that we spit in half and we slammed 'em each
Now we buzzing like McLovin with sham IDs
Ain't it something, the ignorant plastered manner we
Get attacking the damn whiskey, sip and pass ‘till we barely see
Lit and lacking in grander dreams
So we grip and fasten our hand on the fix in fashion ‘till stammering
Mix and matching with strands of weed, thinking last of the damage
We kicking back in the anarchy, living fast in a fantasy
Now I'm really smashed to a mad degree
In a battle with gravity, vision lapsing I'm crashing deep
Think I'm packed in a cab with three figures I don't know, actually
Then it's black and I’m back in sheets, inner MADic is asking me, why?
[Chorus: MADic]
Last night (last night)
Last night (last night)
Last night I can’t remember, but
Last night (last night)
Last night (last night)
Last night I’ll never forget
[Verse 3: Cranky.]
(Last night) Last night’s lost in the bedlam
I woke washed up with the flotsam and jetsam
We flew too high, must have thought we The Jetsons
That’s when the buzz done crossed into messed up
Crawled out a dumpster, not feeling fresh, but
Keys on the ground, hauled off in a bread truck (true)
Pit stop for a bacon, egg, cheese
And I break it off, squeeze in a hot sauce and ketchup
And I gotta get my coffee, right?
Jumping out the bread truck, park it, right?
Sunglass, beard stubble archetype
It’s been a long dark night, now the morning light
Got me tryna’ remember something important, right?
Oh shit, I’m supposed to record tonight
In New York City, oh really, gotta go rabid
Calling up MADic, yo, I’m on the next flight, that’s tight, last night
[Chorus: MADic]
Last night (last night)
Last night (last night)
Last night I can’t remember, but
Last night (last night)
Last night (last night)
Last night I’ll never forget
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8. |
Get Higher
04:16
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[Intro]
Brass tacks
Yes, yes
I just got a shipment of the dopest dope I've ever smoked. Hands down, dopest dope I've ever smoked right here
It's not better than the Blue Oyster weed. It can't be. I don't think - I can't handle better than that
This is like if that Blue Oyster shit met that Afghan Kush I had and they had a baby. And then meanwhile, that crazy Northern Lights stuff I had and the Super Red Espresso Snowflake met and had a baby. And by some miracle, those two babies met and fucked this would be the shit that they birthed
[Verse 1]
Rolling it, lighting it, packing the pipe with it, whichever your favorite means
Dro, I'm igniting it, stash where the lighter sit, nigga, I'm blazing that weed
Homie I'm high as shit, actually flying with pigeons, I'm hanging in trees
Float in the sky, I sit back while eyes squint, figures I'm faded, believe
I hit the gravity bong, I’m gone, I’m a Romulan, pass the baton
To the next one asking for strong, I’m on a mission for sticky icky so pass it along
I'm stacked deep with the rap pack but back track, we need a beat to massacre on
Getting buzzed, boy, magic Patron got me back in my zone, attacking the song like packing a chrome, yeah
Here we go, fuck a slow flow, brain so full of that Mary Jane, dang, he be so stoned
So cold, let the vocals explode, hold, grab cover 'cause he going for global
Where the weed at, I need that, blunt better be fat or someone gonna end up in chokehold
Smoke dro 'till my throat swole, reckless, swear I see a midget hanging from your necklace
Check this, I’m a wreck shit, finna turn up 'cause my crew, uh, heard that we swerving
Now they wanna come through to get dumb too, run fool if you ain’t fixing to burn one
We losing our minds and we cruising through time with the booze and the dimes, where the brews and the wine?
Getting stupid and high 'till I'm blind, get insane, high as cranes 'cause my brain getting murdered
[Chorus]
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get (I got to get)
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get (I got to get)
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get (I got to get)
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get higher
I got to get higher, I got to get higher
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get higher
I got to get higher, I got to get higher
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get higher
[Bridge]
Ohhhhh
What, do you wanna bathe in it?
I Just wanna live in here
Yeah, do you wanna be it?
Oh my God, I just wanna shove it up my nose and have that smell all day. That's amazing
Shove it anywhere you like
Beautiful. What's it called?
Pineapple Express
[Verse 2]
Smoke weed, nigga, roll these, blow trees till your whole steez
Be about how keep you floating off to the clouds with a pound of this OG
Hold please, I’m tripping, my body is sinking, it’s dripping, I’m gripping the sink in the kitchen
I'm slipping, my vision is flipping, I’m thinking I’ll be the first victim to OD
Ho please, I’m a smoke more, toke tour with a strain from west but we rest in the east
So we resting in peace any cess that we meet, keep it stuck to my lips like a cold sore, what a throat for?
Top five reasons, that’s weed, weed, weed, weed, weed, weed
Shit, that’s six, get a spliff with the handle I’m grabbing to pass, no closed door
Thoughts flying, uh, Ryan, why I’m talking to Optimus Prime?
I think I’m as high as Barack in his prime, I cash but I can’t quite walk in a line
I’m stuck in a swisher, the magic elixir that whisper to hit her
Then stick in your mental and get you enter her mystical center narcotic adventure
Put my weed down for what? I stopping till a fat chick offer up
An awesome cut, a dope ass hash theme song for my bong at the opera
Or the day pigs fly through the clouds looking down like, hell froze, awful, huh?
Until that day I’m a hit this J, if you disagree you get these balls to suck, ugh
[Chorus]
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get (I got to get)
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get (I got to get)
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get (I got to get)
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get higher
I got to get higher, I got to get higher
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get higher
I got to get higher, I got to get higher
I got to get, I got to get, I got to get higher
[Outro]
I got to get Bubba Kush, I got to get Sour D
You want to find Narnia? Come on then, just follow me
I'll show you a whole new world, a magical a carpet ride
Just take a hit of this and let the smoke park inside
I got to get God Bud, I got to get L.A. Cheese
You want to find Middle Earth? I got the only keys
We can meet Dumbledore, watch out for Moaning Myrtle
Just take a hit of this and you gon’ float in circles
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9. |
Exitus
03:17
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[Verse 1]
I remember the first time our eyes met
And I remember the first time I rhymed that
But times change, that love song I arranged
It just don't seem the same, but it ain't outta my mind yet
How do you un-intertwine when the webs spin?
For the past seven years been my best friend
It's been a blessing, but we’re stretched thin
So I guess your right, it's time to do the next thing
Can we flashback, back before the stressing?
Back to backpack straps, sitting at desks when
We were innocent kids, flirting pretend we just friends
Passing notes, it's joke, they all knew that we end
Up together, ate lunch together
We both been through so much together
I always thought our love was set in the stone
The hardest thing I ever had to do was letting you go
[Chorus]
I always figured we'd grow old together
Have kids together, make a home together
But what happens when you fall out of love
And everything thought you have swept under the rug?
What do you do when everything you known
Get thrown to the wind and you know winter is cold?
But you can't see the spring
What then, where the fuck do you begin?
[Verse 2]
We never used to fight at all
Back as teens holding hands in the hall
How did it get from feeling like we flying
To me getting used to the sound of your eyes crying
It's not that I stopped truly loving you
But I used stress as an excuse to get comfortable
I had no passion, if I can be honest
I lost it, that original sense of attraction
I kept wondering, have I been missing out?
Only seeing you since seventeen, like what's that about?
Catching my eyes wandering
Staying one step ahead of my mind following
I respect you too much to cheat on you
But it's hard when it's painful to be with you
Tryna’ control me, threatening to dump me
No wonder that you left, we don't even like our company
[Chorus]
I always figured we'd grow old together
Have kids together, make a home together
But what happens when you fall out of love
And everything thought you have swept under the rug?
What do you do when everything you known
Get thrown to the wind and you know winter is cold?
But you can't see the spring
What then, where the fuck do you begin?
[Verse 3]
So why would I wanna fall in love again?
I've seen it how it start and now I’ve seen it how it end
I've seen it from the spark and now I've seen it when it hit
Rock bottom and you hollow so you swallowing the gin
Sometimes you feel like it's intolerable to live
So you wallow in your sorrow and the bottle is your friend
Jameson is crazy when it's all up in your skin
When a round of alcohol you think it bound to help you mend
Nah, fuck it, helping you forget
Fuck dealing with the pain when your self is in the pits
Seven years, when met were just kids
When you left I was a man, I can't help but reminisce
I can't wake without feeling like pure trash
That's why I stay here gripping the beer glass
I still remember all the love and all the laughter
But it's time to turn the page, it's the end of the chapter
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10. |
Potshots
04:31
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[Verse 1]
Fuck the world, fuck a slice, I want the whole piece
On my Tupac shit popping at police
Fuck the game, fuck your chain, fuck your gold teeth
Fuck a lame, fuck your brain, you don't know me
You don't know me, not me or my clan struggle
Optioning operative plots to get you and your man muscled
Swear I swore off hand-to-hand tussle
But the musk of your bullshit got me cracking my damn knuckles
What's the plan? Hustle, sleep when I'm dead
Window-shopping at Chase to get sneak peaks of the bread
Don't keep peeps in my spread that eat, sleep with the Feds
Paranoid, I want a permit for sweet heat by the bed
Can't let the man get the upper hand, it's real out here
Living one day at a time like Keefer Sutherland
Niggas plotting they plan of escape back to Wonderland
I took the red pill, I'm happy where the fuck I am
Uncle Sam got me struggling
He and his bitch Sallie Mae wanna rape me for my duckets, man
That's why I'm up again, four in the morning
Liquor pouring, drinking, gone with a couple grams
I ain't fucking playing, do you see me laughing?
Everything I'm rapping is how I'm actually acting
Putting passion in tracks that half of you cats laugh in
Catch that, got shade for you maggots to bask in
I'm Basquiat with Dali thoughts
Toss on top to top it off blotters I prolly dropped
Live from the gutter, ain't rocking the federale bop
Karate chop your poonani flock
Spock lock hip hop by the pressure point
Knock my block off, get clocked by an extra joint
Beyond buzzed, light years from earth
Ain't coming down, so I can't feel the hurt
[Verse 2]
It's been a minute since my brain paid a visit
I meant it, kid, it missing, bring a search and rescue mission to get it
Word to my dentist, wanna earn me some spinach
So I can floss, either way, when I'm graying I'll still be a menace
Sinister chemist, Walter White in the lab
Schematics for killing rappers the shit I write in my pad
You rightfully mad, the way the mic strike and it jab
On the Ave doing my two-step, I light then I drag
Got the pipe in my hand, J in the other
Flying high hitting the sky, I blaze with the Hubble
My writtens having physician hands stay on they stubble
‘Cause I'm slaying brain blubber tucked under cranial covers
I ain't Mr. Lover Lover, nah, I'm mister fuck love
Jaded and afraid to fall again I'm a sucker
Now I'm a spitter sicker than catching a feeling
Swimming in a pit of liquor, too stressed to be healing
And lately I been thinking stressing my destiny
Blessed to be depressed with not a extra second to breath
Knee deep it don't cut it, I'm so deep the in shit
The depth next me level to where my temples be
That's why I pour out my heart on these tracks
Blood spill in the inkwell, scribble calligraphy raps
Fam prolly wish I'd hit the ministry fast
Instead I'm hitting this wax, drinking 'till vision is black
So where that leave me when I'm leading my life
I’d like to believe it all end up being alright
I been stuck in the tunnel and I ain't seeing the light
They tell me it's there, but I don't believe in the hype
‘Cause every day it is hell, that's why I'm down with devil
Inner demons pulling my strings, I got a crowd of Gepettos
Want the crown on my level, but my brain in the clouds, I'm a rebel
The game mad, but I been clowning the kettle
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11. |
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[Verse 1: Cranky]
It’s Cranky, dropping verbs, young Papa Smurf
Looking at you like long hair, not concerned
Y’all gon’ learn today your man ain’t popular first
Placate populace, radiate waves off of the verse
Payday, stack bills like I’m bad at Tetris
That’s real, y’all pop pills like a fifties housewife
I’m outright bout mine until the chalk outline
No downtime, that’s upside down like bad investments
Or headstands, untying my sweatpants waistband with my left hand
Face-planted in great legs wetter than eight kegstands
Great chance it’ll make PornHub
Sure ‘nough like fake friends that’ll snake your love
Sure ‘nough like eight grams of the cake snort up
Ain’t doper than the shit in my rhyme pad that I’m bored of
Than listen to these fuckboy rappers
Well, I’d rather cut off my dick and slide a catheter cord up
But yo, let me tell you all ‘bout me
See boy I’m Fallout 3 crossed with like all three Beastie Boys
So call out me, better be ready to be destroyed
I’m all out, peace be just a copout, keeps me ‘noid
I be on my suit and tie shit
Y’all be on your suicide shit
Your crew’ll die quick, if you alive quit
Tryna’ meet your maker, dude well I’m it, fuck y’all
[Verse 2: Miky]
I’m a large arsenal that’s filled with God particles
To destroy emcees till they spill out garbage juice
The misfits that’s mixed with liquid
From Adamantium, Vibranium in the pigment
Yeah, meaning that we beyond humans
They clashing with armed mutants
Energy rising, hit ‘em with Hadoukens
Confusion is leaving 'em all clueless
Don’t get hit with the head shaker
Chest crater, breath taker, the death maker
It will help you meet your crypt keeper
They just mad I kill everything I touch like the Grim Reaper
But I’m bout to go on, my Mighty Morphing
The ones to assemble the team like Voltron
Man, I’m just speaking the truth
Even as a cell I was sick, you seeing the proof
So just gimme the loot before I give you boot
‘Cause it’s the clash of the gods, Justice League versus Legion of Doom
I’m thinking futuristically
Cut off they halos, they never gonna be ahead of me
It’s the beginning of rap with some sinister facts, my intelligence way ahead of them
It’s a treasure chest, archeologist of the ones that’s steady digging the raps, ugh
With the wickedest traps and the militant act
Seven deadly sins, but they’re the ones that’s feeling the wrath
[Verse 3: ZEPS]
Yeah, ha, listen to that as I be ripping the track, oh what a vicious attack
Holding the mic like I’m gripping an axe, chopping the flow then I’m switching it back
Like I was watching Sports Center and then my girl changed it
Words dangerous, freestyle until I’m world famous
'Till everybody knows my face
And in this game put down my stuff to hold my place
Bro I’m great, flow migrate, make the ground shake
They feel the aftershock through the whole Tri-State, ha, ha, ha
I’m a hit ‘em with a proper flow, gotta very dirty mind I’m about to show
It’s eleven thirty five and I gots to go to the bodega on the corner for some platanos
(Y’all sweeter than maduros) I’m crispy tostones
(Damn this guy got balls) So you licking my cajones
Now, who got the best charm, rappers causing ZEPS harm
Nah, never that, half these cats they shop at Dress Barn
Fresh beats like you would get from a farm
Peep, if heads sleep you better set the alarm
(Tick tock) Hip hop's my incredible path
When it first started people thought it never could last
Raise the volume up higher so the levels can blast
So sick, don’t trip find the medical staff (where's the nurse?)
Kinda thirsty, if you got some Henny pass it quick
This beat is grimy on some New York City classic shit
The kid he’s passionate with that witty rapping, bitch
I ain’t letting none of y’all eat like skinny actresses
[Verse 4: MADic]
From Minneapolis, MADic bucking, the stage crazy
Blunt in the booth I be puffing thicker than Jay’s lady
So the crib when we spitting in it be staying hazy
Deranged bangers, my brain hitting the page lately
Keeping it gutter, creeping the with the freaks and geeks
While the Jack D sleep in my stomach
Eating you suckers, fiending for a piece of you fuckers
Knife in my grip, slicing your mix CD cause it’s utter trash
Packing the Mac in the back of the Ac
Strapped with a laptop, cracking your stats when attacking a track
'Till I’m stacking the platinum plaques and I’m that nigga like
The past jiggy thriller M. Jack, back when he black
Half of you wack, the other forty nine point nine nine
Percent of you guys pure shit in disguise
But I’m that point oh one percenter
Occupy members copy my figure, burn my effigy, but ain’t stopping this nigga
This vodka I'm gripping assaulting my liver
Put a sock in it talking you bigger, I spot you, binocular vision
I'm rocking with Rakim when you clock in my spitting
Loaded, ready, exploding poems with my octopus ink pen
That Optimus living hype it looking something like
Another day in the life of the motherfucking tight
Of the rubber glove and knife, the surgical structure writes
Searching for cervixes, swerve on surfaces drunker type
I'm getting crunker right, can I still say that word?
The Earth birthed me as a Space Invader gamer nerd
Took a turn, met the creator when I blazed the herb
Endowed to me his powers, now I’m bound to slay these major herbs
My brain, it staying colorful
Displaying my Super Saiyan way of creating a painting of what I do
Rearrange the earth under you, I'm coming get cover, fool
Stunt and get stung by a stunner, we motherfucking cruel
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12. |
LAB
07:05
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[Verse 1]
Life is like a box of chocolates
Meaning you choke and you die
So I open my throat and throw up my hopes to the sky
Hoping that God’ll hopefully open a door for my pride
A door to a ride, maybe some dough to provide
My grandparents with a pad, fam close by they side
Cover the loans of my sister and then you know some of mine
If you ain't with it what I'm spitting, ho, you closed in the mind
My quotes and my rhymes float in the ocean of time
You may get a little salty if you open your eyes
This for the regular guys, no trust funds, just creditors
Predators indebting us, we broke or behind
Hold your token surprise, I been rapping since oh five
Wheeling and dealing, I’m a spoke on the grind
I'm focused on motion, hoping when spoke it'll shine
But how the fuck am I supposed to survive and then thrive when my
[Chorus]
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why I'm out for presidents to represent me
Tryna’ get my ass from ashy to classy
But it seem that path keep passing me by
Said life's a bitch and then you die
That's why I'm out for presidents to represent me
Tryna’ get my ass from ashy to classy
But it seem that path keep passing me by
[Verse 2]
Dro in my knapsack, ducking the police
Puffing I blow trees with a couple of homies
I ain't stunting or showy, no please, no Chloe
My reality been keeping up with the groceries
I wanna get rich, hit my dentist, so sweet
Show him my gums like, bitch, stuff ‘em with gold teeth
Don't get stuck on the old me, I've grown mean and bitter
The cynical figure spitting, clutching a forty
Writtens rupture your whole spleen, listen up closely
On close reads my flow be deep enough I'm below sea
But what's the point if nobody gon’ hear it
So here it go, hitting the stage, spirit fucking feel so free
But the world it been busy juxing my soul see
I'm jaded but ain't fated to jive and shuck for the fogies
I been faded from crime I stuff in a stogie
I'm low-key dolo and solo suppers get lonely, but
[Chorus]
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why I'm out for presidents to represent me
Tryna’ get my ass from ashy to classy
But it seem that path keep passing me by
Said life's a bitch and then you die
That's why I'm out for presidents to represent me
Tryna’ get my ass from ashy to classy
But it seem that path keep passing me by
[Verse 3]
So what's the meaning of life?
Is it money and hoes? Is it gleaming with ice?
I could live twice, never make all the green that I'd like
What I make I'll probably spend cause I'm a fiend for the night
We all got greed in us right, rats with plans for the cheese
Scrambling to get free, the trap keep us in tight
So we hustle and grind, I can sleep when the sight
When I scope it the moment of me seeing the light
So when my album is finished listeners peeping the strife
My effort live forever when I'm speaking in mics
Sparking in the dark lab, beats is the mice
I just wanna meet peace like beef and a knife
Why do it seem every emcee is alike?
What the shit, it's a trip, I don't believe in the hype
So I frequently fight to get my frequency right
That's why I'm spitting till I'm sick, until I bleed from my pipes, cause my
[Chorus]
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why I'm out for presidents to represent me
Tryna’ get my ass from ashy to classy
But it seem that path keep passing me by
Said life's a bitch and then you die
That's why I'm out for presidents to represent me
Tryna’ get my ass from ashy to classy
But it seem that path keep passing me by
[Bridge]
Man looks in the abyss; there's nothing staring back at him. At that moment man finds his character, and that is what keeps him out of the abyss
[Verse 4]
Open your mouth till your grin it is wide
Then leave it, you'll need it when me and mine spill in your mind
Coming fresh like the condom I'm filling with pine
Fuck your familiar lines, heard ‘em a million times
Fuck your spotlight, you not tight, I'm stealing your shine
Smoke in my throat, head float on the ceiling, this fire
Weed I be chiefing indeed got me feeling sublime
Fuck out of here, steer clear if you killing my vibe
I'm weird, an outcast, a menace to guys
That trend jocking, you copy, you caught me illing with rhymes
Go head, tell me I'm different, you bigging my pride
One step away from alien reptilian kind
Kicking it, chilling, cheesing like we Sicilian pies
Shit ain't funny, sit and listen, the crickets they chime
Ignorance is a hit, yeah, that's the bliss of the blind
But I'm spilling my DNA with these seminal lines, ugh
Yeah, you prolly never heard of me
So this your courtesy precursory thirst verse from me
I'm here to stay and I'm killing cuts in the first degree
The murder scene, gruesome, the snare, I snuffed him in surgery
Kick the color of burgundy, but I'm lost
'Cause this verbal holocaust come at a cost
I'm talking lost friends and lovers, lost ends I smothered
Loss stings but it fuels the things I utter
So here I am now scribbling songs
Demolishing logic while I'm singing along
Egad, he so brolic when he enter the zone
Seesawing the silence and a venomous tone
Hee haw they laughing, but I been practicing
Scrapping, grappling, getting ready for action
Me and my mad friends attacking the rap pantheon
Coup on you fools, salute your new captain
Poop on moot rapping, sick of slacking
I'm in to win it, you finished then get packing
Did my first tape, never got a handout
Recorded in my bedroom by my damn self
Look at me now, the studio wild
I got that groovier sound improving my style
But still ain't really got a crew for cruising around
No, no, it's solo dolo when I'm moving a crowd
But I been building a team that believe in the dream
See cats Tweedledum and you Tweedledeeing
I'm done feeding the scum, they just need and they need
They don't give you shit in return but a reason to leave
So if your bleeding is green, I refuse to compromise
I can only hope this spotted by some watchful eyes
Realize I throw my soul up when I launch a line
I can only dream it's seen as being hot supply
But truth is I do it for the art
I do it for the culture, I do it for the spark
In your eyes, for the rise when the truer spitting start
I do it to survive and I do it from the heart
So if you feel it then its mission success
I’m just a regular guy with a pencil I guess
Who spitting obsessed and I said what I need
Until the next one, please, I wish you the best
Now I got this shit up off of my chest
So until the next one, please, I wish you the best
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MADic New York
MADic is a rapper & producer based in Brooklyn.
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