Marriage Tequila Diamonds

by Forty Psychic Frames

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Marriage Tequila Diamonds, or MTD, is the first full length album of Forty Psychic Frames. The beats of the twelve tracks were composed by numerous producers that DJ D knows. Xplicit said "we came up from Raleigh and my man Dizzump brought the beats with him because he thought the Frames needed them. Psychic Squad represent!"

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released 20 May 2004
Wyatt Furtherton, DJ Dizzump, Scurvy D, Xplicit, Forrest Jameson, Anthony Jackson

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Track Name: Gangstaish
Wyatt:
up in the cellar stairs
ghosts chill in eternal chairs
break dancing to the beats by Ol' Dr. McSnare
we heard the chains rattling
it sounds kind of like my Gatling
and now I'm just chatting
with the ghost of Pimp Tap Tapping
but look at me
we are just three
plus two and Drew if you count Daniel and Ste-Steve
pimp masters supreme
Asian girls jeans
cream cream
Hot Dave and Mr. P

DJ D:
blazed so much I can't stop blinking
forgot my name so I better start thinking
Thoughts so cold they make you shiver
knife to the gut removes your liver
piss on your brain, throw it in a river
dropping kids at the pool, yes you'll discover
more tokes from the bong, so I'll recover
DJ D off the mic with a flash of the finger

Scurvy D:
How many times have I hit this weed?
My head spinning round like its a dream
gotta break out-- and feed my need
for fly ass shorties and paper green
We ride strong, all day long
and you won't see us 'till the bud is gone
Like gold pressed latinum we're here to stay
so its best to just get out of our way

Xplicit:
My name Is C.H., but they call me Xplicit.
I'll be busting rhymes that other nias couldn't compete with.
I'll have everybody guess what state I'm in.
I'm into making records that spin like rims.
Uh, I hope you heard, I be choosy with my words.
Throwing pennies at all the has-beens begging on the curb.
There was Forrest, in a Taurus.
He pulled before us, riding his brakes, I ate a snack cake.
On the way.

Forrest:
DJ Dizzump and Xplicit now rapping with Psychic Frames.
We be running up and busting up, blasting all through your game.
We be snatching all your fans and robbing your fame.
Till suddenly nobody even knows your fucking name.
Got Xplicit in the Teg hotboxing it up.
DJ Dizzump Counterstriking man he's sniping shit up.
Pass the Ciclon over here, pour it in my cup.
Cause I'm driving to your momma's house to ask her whats up.

Anthony:
mafia_is_coming
Egyptians lock up your daughters
or you be giving interviews on that show with Barbara Walters
My ninja be crazy
Fuck the hos in the pyramids
Get ready
And everywhere he go he be getting in to the pussy
Nothing no more
Drive-bys get old you know?
I'll break your fucking back with a bat you fucking ho
John Ritter
Don't be a bitch-ass quitter
Eight Simple Rules needs you like i need your sexy sister
Track Name: Frames of Fury
DJ Dizzump:
droppin kids; smoke grass; kickin that flava
kick comin atcha like a supernova
kick putting down beyond yo cova
angels bustin in like a 4 inch sofa
prophet is my tag; killin fools is my bag
motha fucka's runnin like a seafood schwag
slice through; guts strew; biscuit yep
roundhouse kick comin like a turbo jet
one kinetic shield keepin me from harm
all yo momma's chickens are in the barn
bout to set a fire and blaze that shit
hook left; roll right; now suck that dick

put up; left out; punching them reivers
drama comin atcha like ole Ben Seavers
beyond dumpin beats I dump this feva
all alone; by myself; on this riva
saw that vision that made me shiva
made me take the path of least pork liva
jumpin shit; kung fu kick; nuts hiss; holy shit
had that martial arts by the dick
now i'm the masta and you be the student
fuck this; i'm out; eat a bullet bitch

Anthony:
Oh Daniel San, made in Taiwan
come on Jackie Chan. do whatcha can
bust that shit
round house, jump kick
throwin fists, harukan
back back high punch
Scorpion throw that arrow
pull em back upper cut
now what? what you got?
Johnny Cage is enraged
sunglasses broke
Kano tokes
Liu Kang busts in
flying kick wickey wick
take it out the oven
that shit be done bitch

Wyatt:
So I was watching it all on channel 39
Do you watch kung fu? Oh yeah all the time
Not Jet Li or that new school shit
My favorite kicks are on the Fury of Fists
I give up with these new techniques
using wires now instead of their feets
What about those days with a punch and a kick
no bullshit graphics or turtle ass shit
Lee had it right cause that shit was tough
koo pow yeah he will fuck you up
drop your fist now
through a stack of bricks
do for the love
not just for the chicks

Forrest:
Once I start to get drunk I tear your frame up.
Long stick, jump kick, one inch punch.
Saint here...and I smoked your crew.
Beat up every one of you...and your leader too.
Think you know Wang Chung like Wong Fei-hung?
Step off bitch...yo ass better run.
Cause I'm...bustin in with a right and a left
And the ugly ass mother fucker? He be next.
CRICKITY-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK bitch CRACK-CRACKA-LACK!
You've just been slapped, fool. SMIGGITY SMACK!
Best be givin up now because yo ass is grass.
I just tapped up on your grill with the sassafrass
Stick...twist and flip and kick while I sip
This...Rummin's more yummin' while I'm drummin on your lip.
Now I gotta meditate while houses renovate.
I be tradin spaces, tradin laces off your hockey skate.
As I said before, you can find me in the rafters.
And I'm rappin, tappin...you gaggin before your neck be snappin.
Is you blabbin? Last words is what you will be havin
Worry no more....I'll tell your family how it happened.
Track Name: Lies as Ammunition
Forrest:

I'm the king of this land and I'll kick your fucking kickstand
Fall to the ground. Now your bike is fucking mine, man.
Peddle to the sand, watch the girls as they tan.
Anthony be on the lot with the rest of the band.

He was showing off his G-Ride to a random hottie
in a thong, he was giving her some glasses of Bacardi
She got tipsy and was wooed by Ant's charms.
In fact, it wasn't long until she rode off in his car.

Me and the rest of the 40PF Crew.
Hung out in the parking lot, not knowing what to do.
DJ D started thumping some beats.
So we pumped that shit up loud and started rapping on the streets.

Not two minutes in, a crowd gathered around.
They was chilling, feeling on that 40PF sound.
Soon, they realized that Jay-Z is pretty lame.
They were shouting, cheering, screaming our name.

Anthony:

Got back now
from myrtle beach
trick on my Johnson
like a fucking leech
I be in my caddy
for fucking days
my ass woke up
in a cloud of haze
blazed last week
with Scurvy D
that gangsta be set
on the fucking green
toke toke toke
thump my system spoke
dissing my shits
did you know that body's float?

Wyatt:

well it's true that I'm married to a rich girl
a widowed girl.
Her husband died in 'Nam so now I'm her whole world

I can't read the license plate on Dizzump's bike
because all his bitches asses were blocking my sight
and I'm going to move just to Myrtle Beach
a shitty beach house and a stack of pancakes on a plate

We buy lies as ammunition
break glass eyes with perdition
smash the kick drum but stop
and begin the intervention
"My name is Wyatt"
and I'm addicted to certain memories.
Close your eyes, I can't breathe
just ignore our failed recovery

Winner of the *****-Nobel Phsyics award
you've won five or so before
you win a bucket of Coors
these cars are yours
not only just for
your patientience
here's six more.
Chili Davis for Griffey '94? (dumb trade)

DJ D:

Crack ninja.. coming at you bitches
Just off the rock, scrathing them itches
gonna fuckign roll around tonight
silent, stealthy and hidden from sight
clipping your wings, making trouble with flight
your the type of fucker who thinks he's right
laughing and mocking, to gain you height
but i'm not the one to, bark first, then bite
you think we care, you think we lay low
but the anger builds, ensuing violence grows
no thanks for the judgement, no thanks for the "care?"
no thanks for the words, only pity from my stare
what the fuck is that? like dust in the air
stick to your own, evil worries if you dare
when the time comes, all your sins will be bare
its my life to live, its fucking ending right there.
Track Name: Elite
Wyatt: It is wicked.
Forrest: Forty PF.
Scurvy D: I'm on watch out.
Forrest: Forty.
Scurvy D: Forty PF y'all. It's another track.
Wyatt: Another track.
Forrest: Uh.
Anthony: Ramsah what you want baby skank?
Wyatt: Another track. Another track.

Scurvy D:
Who's House? (Who's House?!)
That's right its Scurvy D's
It ain't easy being so elite.
Grand master ox body technique
jokes feel easy to the beat.
(bom bom bom)
Marijuana is a cash crop now
Trippin' out shrooms make ya go buck wild
Crazy bitches costly like Italian tile.
More than a Puppet's better than 8 Mile.
Die Karl!
Fuzz holding me back
Grab Ant
Go kak kak kak kak kak!
Weed making me feel relaxed
Spin down the rims, just dropped another track.

Wyatt:
I'm just going to fuck this shit up
So skip this track if you want typical stuff
Like the Gettysburg Address
we will instill you with this mess
Revolting like youth and my boy Nick Twisp
Overuse my similes
help make up realities
to create certain fallacies
to make certain salaries
we're under-valued like the dollar
controversial like the collar
Fambrough always holla
from his low ride Impala

Anthony:
And this is how we mother fuckers roll.
Fuck the toll.
And if you can
find Uncle Sam and shoot him in the head.
Bboycodes and fucking Gamepros.
EGM was better.
Trickboys bitch is still wetter.
I know straight edge is a bitch.
One Hundred proof shit
still sitting on your desk.
and yo
Holla back now
Phil's shits still loud.
Cock get the fuck out.

Forrest:
You'll have to roam, listen to dial tones
Got too many ladies calling on our cell phones
Got the paper green to be tossing out the loans
House fifty times bigger than the home on Home Alone.
True to your roots no leets, loots, or woots
Rings better than dings, aw shit I'm the king
All our fans are teens, I'm Lord of the Blings
Dissing Beans, while I'm stealing the scene.
Sound the alarm, toss me my sidearm
Pirates of the sky stealing planes off the tarmac.
And kak kak kak it's a fucking Shaq attack.
Racks and gats, packs, coke and jack.

Anthony: That's my code with ya.
Forrest: Whats up?
Scurvy D: Holla back now.
Wyatt: Mix the coke and jack.
Anthony: Cocaine.
Forrest: Bitches.
Scurvy D: Bitches.
Anthony: Cocaine.
Wyatt: Mix the Coke with Jack.
Anthony: Sniff sniff cocaine.
Wyatt: Coke with crack. Coke with Jack.
Track Name: Haunted Hell
FORREST:
Holloween night, 2 thousand and three.
Whole crew vanished, it was Wyatt and Me.
We was all by ourselves in this haunted house.
Nothin was stirrin, not even a mouse.

We wandered round the crip to find Scurvy D.
But He and Anthony were nowhere to be seen.
We looked for the Dizzump and X-Plic-it.
But hell...that shit was dark, it won't even lit.

We walked around the house and couldn't find no-one.
I could tell by Wyatt, that this shit was not fun.
We searched for Poody, but of him no sign.
Then the clock struck 12:00, it was freaky ghost time.


WYATT:
Oh my god
it was a ghost we saw
only this one was naked
and she looked like Goldie Hawn
like the cover of black beauty magazine
my boy Forrest and I were getting nervous like crazy

we danced for a while
and she decided to leave
and we kept on walking towards the light we see
only to find
it was a ghostly trick
we fell into a hole of hellish shit

Like seeing blood on the walls
from demons in the halls
of pagan castration embededed with statans balls

I am so very scared
Just get me out of here
Where's the PF team
I think I'm dying of the fearrrr


***BREAK****


FORREST:
Well yeah it was scary, but it wasn't that bad.
This was the closest encounter with ghosts I've ever had.
Like that windy night up on Helen's bridge.
Scurvy D and me, 'cept I was askin about her kids.

But shit! There was ghosts poppin out the walls!
Zombie threw a baseball and hit Wyatt's balls!
Wy Man went down to the floor
I drew out my sword and through that bitch I tore.

Parry, thrust, jump kick to the lip.
Land that shit, turn round, break it's hip.
Face another zombie, blade be causin some strife.
Draw out my knife, and put an end to it's un-life.

Pullin Street Fighter moves, shri-uken and haduken.
I be killin them zombies much faster than you can.
I was just about to kick it, bust it's grill up.
But then Wyatt...shit he stood up.


WYATT:
I'm givin classroom discussions
on keyboard concussions
to these zombie mother fuckers who better know who their fuckin with
now if they want fresh meat
they won't take it from me
becaue I'm trained in ass kicking and I'm make them see

I'm not here
to stir up some shit
you are undead and that's what I'm trying to respect
I just want out
and I wanna go to bed
just not forever like you the undead

So I run real fast
like taking steroids that last
Forrest play catch up cause he smoke to much grass
Past the haunted mirrors
and the ghostly paintings
I almost have a heart attack
and I almost start fainting...


***BREAK!***


FORREST:
We glanced up ahead, shit what was that light?
It flashed in the distance, a beacon from the night.
Me and Wyatt start to sprint, run as fast as we can.
Increase the distance between us and zombie clan.

The ghosts began to howl, the gouls began to moan
But our attention to that shit we did not loan.
Wait, what is that that we're headin towards?
Oh hell yeah, Wyatt...the back door.


WYATT:
Trip and flip over ghostses grip
we make to the door but we had to fight for it
slam and cram ghosts legs and hands
behind the oak door that we politely slammed

out of the house we took a deep breath
we thought we saw the gang somking up some shit
but when they turned around
it was then we seed
that they were not who they were
they were ZOMBIES

ayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!