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1.
Gangstaish 02:42
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
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Wyatt: Press the button on the wrist to swallow the frozen Iron Fist a play at home plate with Chris Sabo and Carlton Fisk in the bottom of the third Pull back to make your neck snap open with cat's [who are] clawing at your spine SNAP! And then twelve feline being will clean their paws of your blood and seven more will moan to eat the dirty mud And days will past faster than you'd ever would have liked and you'll want to die more than you should So just sit back without attack or lack for reading decent paper back books and we'll go to the place where you watched the horse race trample two jockey's hoof straight through the face Scurvy D: You can never take me whole if you catch me at all I put ninety percent of myself in these bars every rhyme I write is written in blood every time I grab the mic prepare for a flood a torrent ever growing deluge of bad breath that reeks of chronic and booze a short tempered artist with no fuse for fools Master! Controller! Paid more than his dues! I'll say it again, "Got a group with no bitch." everyone a player handy in a pinch each a mic wrecker ready to sin on constant lookout for the next piece of trim
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DJ D: Silent night, moon light, casts light from above As my eyes shine bright, feel the darkness of love Felt my heart drop as I drew that line in the sand And had to watch you walk right past... So I walk out to the road, fired up the whip Choke down those feelings that amass within It was the longest drive since my life began On that dark road, where my rampant thoughts run cold Rolled up creeping, cut down the bass Finish up that 40 track just to slow my heart race Open the door, step out, one foot at a time Head to toe in black, a metaphor for my mind Same night, same light, but it casts you out Take a look at my shadow, watch evil smile back Take a little solace with a simple act, caressing smooth cold steel strapped to my back Forrest: Blue-green eyes, locked onto white lines passing by through the light, perforated like your lies I can still hear your sigh, no matter how hard I try to block it outta my mind Tonight you will cry And no amount of tears will ever conceal The fact that you're with him (tighten my grip on the wheel and steer) Blow through a red light, next left, then right No police in sight, think I just might have to take your life, take back what you took of mine Tell myself that I'll feel just fine if I leave no sign that you ever had my heart, that we never grew apart, that I didn't have to blast you both Getting close, driving past the park where we met I won't forget the beginning of the end Check the nine at my hip, fully loaded clip Pull up, into the night I stealthily slip DJ D: One or two blocks down, third house on the left takes a quick burst of courage to take that first step I stare up to the sky and then I stare right through takes a moment to shake that haloed vision of you But I have to slow my breathe and relax There's no dodging the swing, executioner's axe Forrest: As it falls down, my blood runs cold through the trail of my veins The thought of you, my unholy angel with another man Cunningly holding another's hand I know he's here, cause I can see his blue van parked out front and I fuckin' know what's up You better fuckin' believe I'll interrupt, my love DJ D: House looms up, plenty of bushes for cover Feel adrenaline surge, tingles flesh all over While outside...in the dead of the night that single bay window is shining awful bright That picture...is worth a thousand words There you are, my shining star, sat across from another Forrest: And I can tell he's your lover, cause the way you look in his eyes is the same way you looked in mine And I can feel the fatefull chill up and down my spine, a sharp, urgent reminder that it's almost time So I climb the steps, foot down on the floor of your front porch, then I walk to your door Never once before did I think it would come to this I smash it open with a kick And a kiss, the bliss that I miss the most...do I perceive? Ghost of what I used to be God, how could you deceive? And you know. Your eyes grow wide as I step inside, my heat high Your partner in crime lets out a cry and I eulogize, three last words Moment nigh, finger flinch, and then I...AND THEN I... DJ D: Collapse to my knees, carpet soft to the touch Take in this vision, it's almost too much But the blood spray tells the tale better then words I can't pull my gaze from steaming holes in your skirt And life speeds up and then slows to a crawl It's hard with muddled thoughts to make sense of it all But in all... it's just all that you can expect I shake my head and awake I got decisions to make and those last two steps are the hardest of all I got to walk through that door and down that hall Look in your eyes, see the void in mine About that time for that steel to shine And the door slams shut. Is that moment enough? Cause I need it to be, cause I need it to see the clear path you're about to walk with me, it's a conscious decision on a dead end street
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The Shit 03:28
Poody: Poody here with a mic attack, make my voice heard on a another forty forty track. Got something to say about the way I play, I’m going to live my life, like it's my last day, ‘cause players fuck up, and sometimes get caught, by the police looking for a quota spot. I can't run away, I got to face the day, pent up in the motherfucking prison, Grey suit that never fits, what the fuck did I do that no one gets away with? It's not who you know, but what you got to pay, to break through the bars to feel the light of day. On your shoulders and on your feet, showing liquid gold even though it's concrete. So listen up, here's my advice submerge your life in a sea of vice. You never know when it's going to stop, just on a hunch of an asshole cop, that shackles wrist in a silver cuff, spouting evidence that's clearly a bluff. Flash my finger to the law and judge, that lock me up with an empty shrug. Just know someday that I’ll be out on a covert mission to make you shout. In ever lasting pain and agony, revenge for the year you stole from me. Scurvy D: Ghostwriter, I think we going to cipher, deliver more hits than Rowdy Roddy Pipper. Lay it down with my brothers in the Trifa. Add one more 40 Frame just to spite you. I'll knock you around, hit you in your dome, docs will send you home with Russian syndrome. your speed twice weak, you play half strong, we do it much better, while taking shifts from the bong. It won't be long, you'll be pumping this song, it’s no surprise, we've been the kings all along. But it’s okay Chets, this ain't the end yet, new song to get, so just don't sweat. We got the greed, and the need, a good blend of weed, we got the jams to make your ears bleed. Now you a fiend, hooked on this scheme, we just a team, with the need to get C.R.E.A.M Anthony: If you want to get fucked up, I’ll tell you what's tight: Mix everclear with Gatorade electrolytes. Experimental jet sets the decibel level. Crunk up the bass and beat out the treble. My shit be high rise, investing enterprise. Stock market crash, Booyah taking cash. Find your dictionary, look up ‘thug’, There's a picture of me. Take time out to please. Lady on her knees, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, all night long. Sweet as the creme inside my ding dong. Like Rob Lowe, I’ll be an outsider. It’s hot burning up in St. Elmo’s Fire. I’m tired, blood be thick in my veins, this beat blow your head off like Kurt-Kurt Cobang. Phallus in Dallas to Angelica Houston. Everything's bigger in Texas right? Break me off a piece of that ass. Beta 58 I’ll pass. Wyatt: On the mic, on the blunt, not the cunt, or a Vicodin in the back of the label's trunk. 3 plus 2 plus the ten run rule, e-i-g-h-t plus or minus a few. I swallow three pints of blood, it's sick and I'm sick with this shit floating through my brain liquid. Tell me I'm done, I don't recollect I just forget about what I'm done with. It's just do re mi, can I still see? With this s-h-i-p, without the sea? Cash flow broke more than your eskimo knows life more dead than the hair your barber knows. Drilled through this, look at these! I got bloody fists and I've got more than three. Drilled holes and a half of a fifth, is this death or just sickness. Care is harder than wear, and bare is worse than the New Jersey toll fare. And I can see it in the air tonight, and we're "ready to fight" so don't choke when you bite.
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Scurvy D: One for the money! Two for the show! Three it's gettin' heavy! I ain't holdin' back no mo! Got a grip on the mic gonna let the flow take control this shit is necessary like green in the bowl This music is classless it's impact can shatter rich ass bitch or broke fuckin' bastard it can teach not to quibble over shit that don't matter when survivin' the game minus TV cameras we don't get a prize to live out lives so whats it matter to you if I choose to get high when nobody s hurt tell me wheres the crime the last time I checked its not yours its mines Nothing Man: Yo let me take to a place where we're coming from The sorry side of nothing equals nothings yo that's where we're coming from The farther living from the point of living from the closets star Fuck a car, I take a bus to the next star and when I get there its all the same anyway We'll give a fuck someday, yeah we'll give a fuck someday yeah we'll give a fuck someday, we'll give a fuck someday Hey thats the way we are, yeah, thats the way yeah thats the way we are Scurvy D: That's the way we are we say fuck your car and catch scars in bars and by far the most def at this we rock shit pass the spliff DJ D two hits Forty Frames the demps and when I break it off no need to get cross bitches drop ya bras Nothing Man is in charge my boys large headin' out to stars beats by the barge Scurvy D is hard I'll take the next boat and gloat when ya ass boasts that your music is close but heres a real does of a thing that brings a spine ting and makes ya ears ring while sirens sing Catch the bus it's a must no fuss real life or bust suck on our dust and TRUST that that's the way we are That's the Way we are! Nothing Man: Yo let me take to a place where we're coming from The sorry side of nothing equals nothings yo that's where we're coming from The farther living from the point of living from the closets star Fuck a car, I take a bus to the next star and when I get there its all the same anyway We'll give a fuck someday, yeah we'll give a fuck someday yeah we'll give a fuck someday, we'll give a fuck someday Hey that's the way we are, yeah, that's the way yeah that's the way we are
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RBC 03:43
Forrest: Ain't nobody going to hold us back this time, do or die. And we're going to fly, raise your hands to the motherfucking sky. Just so you know, we are the Forty Psychic Frames, Never the same, but we always maintain, And our rhymes bring pain like a shot to the brain, And I'm hardly sane, lighting flames with the propane. Psychic Frames with the style of the Crane, Aim, take a shot, whatever you got, You can't match our expertise with cash. Hack and slash on a 20. Naturally apt to bash, and smash your ears in with these lines, all the time, it's a sign That my words turn water into, into DJ D: Rhyme shows up and its ready to bust, it's about to set it off, straight adrenaline rush Rush right past and you're ready to blow, it's a kick crack cracking fucking 40-p show Right to the left, and left to the right, put your ear to the speaker fucking sitting front row Real fighters in the front, spinning discs in the back, your mind explodes, 40 psychic attacks Bounce to left and bounce to the right, put your hands in the air, fucking feeling the might Bound to your feet when you hear the track, it's easy to remember the name and react Bout to set it down, set it up, set our sights, it's so easy with the lyrics so right Bout to set it down, set it up, set our sights, we make it look easy, with a crew so tight Crack, crack-a-lack, as my boys attack, Wy-man on the beat and it’s a criminal act CH isn’t here, but his storm explodes, I’m sure he’d say something bout blowing your loads Counteract Fojay and he’ll cause you pain, flipping your shit is the name of the game Can’t have a track without Scurves and Ant They be the illest fucking killers since fucking sliced bread Wyatt: Take back the books that you left the vinyl, the secret notes those enclosed in envelopes bereft of anything sincere so here you go my dear I'm going to say what you don't want to hear or do you? "I do!" "No you do not" this stopped at the drop of a cliche "Let's talk" you left behind all your Fitzgerald's and you didn't end your subscription to the Sanford Herald that sit soaking wet in the driveway I can't pick up yet every Wednesday the walk weighs down on me pulling the trash can back all I think is the RBC you held in your mouth and the sounds of the south bound train hitting the windows like a warm summer rain I'd kill to know his name and then myself because there's nothing left here and it's all a goddamn shame Scurvy D: Guess what y’all feeling good today got beats, got bud so we feel no pain We rock, don't stop fuck hooks fuck chains fucked our brains with the fruits of grains. Pack the pipe with Scurvy's leaf earn a frame when we roll 40 deep Three sheets they new and we keep them clean get ripped up when we spliff them bleems Roll Back Cracker Frames on attack can't slack hot tracks got to reach the racks no cell phone I can't be tracked on the d/l when the lighters flash notch a point when the nets get crashed Me old Phelps always make a splash hit up the R for another bash live every day like tomorrow is our last. Anthony: Breaking out my shell, smashing Crystal Skulls. Cause for applause. Got more balls than a Shobiz Pizza Ball Crawl, or was it Chucky Cheese? Fuck pizza I'm a go Chinese. Gangstaish. Scorsese. I'm a Goodfella Wack-a-mole. Karen Hill, Pack-a-hole. Cops trace the line, Ant runs out the back In disguise without my hat, make them think, "Oh who that?" Oh shit my accent slipped, oh, sometimes I do that. Money stacked like Legos, Let go my Eggo Where is Carmen Sandiego? Under my gumshoe bitch, I'm a stomp you. Ain't no one want to fuck with me! Catch me on TMZ in the limos fingerbanging chicks 'cause they go commando Maybe it's laundry day, get my facts checked I know they do it for the easy access. And I do it 'cause they got great assets. And we do this for the indo' grasses. Bombass track and tight beat made by Wy-man and a couple puffs and six packs.
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Wyatt: I've got human hands, human glands, human legs to stand, and a robot head programmed by a mad man. My first breath was beside a dead man; all that I saw was a gun in his hand. Waste can make me fake the taste. "Don't you hate the way your head makes your neck chafe?" Born from screws, that's S-C-R-U-S, through and through with cold soul, no clues. The diagram maps me out: just capacitors and LEDs for a mouth. The pages torn from my book are blank and the heat sinks deep in blood stained grout. The sea can't feel me because I'd die from the rust and trust that death brings R.I.P. So I put on this bag (it's paper) and you're singing, “That's so sad!” There are flaws and good lord I can't find the cause. Not with Faust or a shotgun in my jaws. Everyday I read and every tree will fall before me I get sick counting to infinity. I've fallen F-I-F tee stories high. I see everything broke in perfect symmetry. (Side note - this shit is confessional. Head back, watch what you think is professional.) It's just a matter of time before I take this fake ass life of mine with a nine. But where's the rest of us? They must've been crushed when I first woke up. And I won't choke up because I'm man-made and my life's already lost. Every breath ends with death as the cost. It must be just when it's all just part of waking up.
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Gracelyn 03:37
Chorus: It's how I feel It's how I feel and nothing's gonna ever, ever take that away DJ D: Roam no longer You just came home Take her in your arms that feeling makes you always feel strong It's about the bond the mighty thing we always build on Rise from the ground to the top It defines home Like the chorus sings, it's all about how you feel There's nothing higher then the journey to an ideal It's about the love and the lights, it's the real deal Forever after and the rest, comes respect filled Forrest: There's a connection in your hearts Effervescently art Ever since the start there ain't a single thing to keep you apart On roads unknown there ain't a reason to ever go alone cause there's a Light home, wherever you roam And from the east to the west doesn't matter where you rest cause you're blessed with these confessions bound and professed Keep shining on and on illuminate lyrics in your song It's for real, raise your voice up with us singing, "It's how I feel!" CHORUS: (It's how I feel) (It's how I feel) (and nothing's gonna ever, ever take that away) Last time we'll ever have to walk this road on our own Gonna make it home Light shines in the darkness of the night Guides us no matter where we roam Wyatt: Here we go 'CLICK' Mental picture, like Cam lit from the sun on the soccer field It's the one that I've kept from the back of Governer's Hall where you two are face to face with the light, the call the beckoning that I don't yet see Still, it was there (and I'm trying to be good at remembering everything) But this stands out and into now at the ceremony I'm so glad I'm here to see everything then come true now! Scurvy D: You can't break what you didn't make and the bond you share is solid state Fate gave shape no rage, no hate Love paved the path you take You steered clear of the fear of change that besets even the sharpest of brains And remained true all the same feeling no pain Love is best served straight to the vein CHORUS: (It's how I feel) (It's how I feel) (and nothing's gonna ever, ever take that away) Last time we'll ever have to walk this road on our own Gonna make it home Light shines in the darkness of the night Guides us no matter where we roam (Light home, wherever you roam...)
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Hot Night 02:35
Scurvy D: You got blue lights I got a mic I can take a hike where ever I like Cause this shit sets me off no wasted thoughts on cost ever chill like Bob Ross? You got reasons to fear I could end your whole career your cuts crystal clear deciphered your cipher my intelligence hyper hot on your live wire tired of your truth quit stealing my youth with your lack of couth got pull like a tesla measure and test you see you just a jester tobacco hotbox weed on the rocks holy like the cross glamor from the dross... Chorus: Don't fuck with the big four oh we the stars of this show just know we want to flow watch as our plans unfold Anthony: Infamous it's the same old us Filling your bitch's tank 'till she's all filled up What? Mental image I'm all brain damage I be the meat Inside of your sex sandwich On the throne the king of donruss. Holla gram back (kak) We ain't no mockups Take it and make it what you want? Your figure wavy A camel's hump Get your phone now you can call me Legs will shake Like the hands of Ali Caddy's top shelf Wheels are made of chrome Intergalactic ET Phone Home Wyatt: Dropped to his knees, he can't breathe HA choking on the corner of his sweatshirt sleeve and this is my impression of Anthony "My mother fucking bike was gay ass purple G" So I sing in a low hollow a flat key B S S A F D F D F I bet Chet would bring your life heck all night, that right? Thumbnail covers up the kite. and the days are cold and I'm still old I'm told and I could fold up into coal and burn so watch me jump from the towns tallest trees watch me swim until my lungs break free and watch me watching people watch tv just watching, so watch me Chorus: Don't fuck with the big four oh we the stars of this show just know we want to flow watch as our plans unfold Wyatt: I draw a point five line through the center of a duck so what? I must bisect this motherfuck set fire to your jade esclade truck I can't shut up take me away before I self destruct. Chorus: Don't fuck with the big four oh we the stars of this show just know we want to flow watch as our plans unfold
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DJ D: Dust swells up as I ride the brakes I see two growing lights coming at me from the right As the grit settles down it's my boy FoJay One step at a time on his own weary way Couldn't be a better time nor a more perfect place an extra set of hands in this dirt and shovel race Unsure where to go No way to say no A coin in my pocket pays Charon my toll Forrest: Black laid out like a blanket in the night No better concealment for this grim plight The grave always tells the tale better than the act The stars and the beyond are no different when you're lying on your back In a bodybag, cursed with regrets you can't let go of Time passing through the timeline No way to make it slow Down to the last rope Unsure where to go No way to say no So... Chorus: Two paths converge as the journey unfolds Spade to the ground, another grave grows cold Never deep enough to hide it from the light Never far enough to keep it out of sight Two paths converge as the journey unfolds Spade to the ground, another grave grows cold Never far enough to hide it from the mind Just deep enough to hide it from blind Forrest: Death is creeping up behind me patiently I urgently tend to the grave so that my thoughts don't bury me in guilt, I sail a ship on crimson seas of blood spilt With no sign of land, only the shovel in my hand I gotta finish the job, no matter what the cost Put the past behind me, make up for time lost and found The resting place isn't safer on high ground In this town of grim reapers, Deep Sleepers unbound DJ D: To roam, direction unknown Travel along I feel a cloak and a scythe so I travel not alone A dusty wave crashes in a sea of sand Its tidal flows are controlled by the steel in my hand My shadow seems darker than it did yesterday, its back weighed down by the debts to be paid Imprints of its steps fall faster then mine on fate's guided lines, take the one less traveled by When... Chorus: Two paths converge as the journey unfolds Spade to the ground, another grave grows cold Never deep enough to hide it from the light Never far enough to keep it out of sight Two paths converge as the journey unfolds Spade to the ground, another grave grows cold Never far enough to hide it from the mind Just deep enough to hide it from blind DJ D: Red mist seeps through a stretch of zippered cloth It's since been too long, too long to put it off The eyes don't even open when my fate cries wolf It's like a shallow whisper in a crowd of thoughts lost A beacon to the times, a reason for the ryhmes It's the cloud upon my mind I simply made forever mine by the actions ill or kind made unable to rewind Death's blade, glint of light and that was my only sign Forrest: Memories burn red, cross the container The dirty schemes, the prayers are rising like steam to cover dead dreams Not flattering. I'm flattening fiends Supposedly wicked doppelgängers of me I turn to see the city lights of the freaks as they pursue the tracks of my feet, dance in the shadows mischievously Dust rolling like the ocean as they walk in their sleep Drive the tombstone in the dirt, oblivious the journey's worth As... Chorus: Two paths diverge as the journey unfolds Spade to the ground, another grave grows cold Never deep enough to hide it from the light Never far enough to keep it out of sight Two paths diverge as the journey unfolds Spade to the ground, another grave grows cold Never far enough to hide it from the mind Just deep enough to hide it from blind See/Hear them walking in their sleep and they're following after me Never far enough to hide it from the mind Just deep enough to hide it from blind
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Wyatt: Well you left and I think of the last day I clutched your chest and the things I forget, like: December 9th, March 8th, July 6th when I showed up late to your pop's funeral date. I'm a reprobate, I know, and you still forgave, but I'm here to make it up, change it up, or believe I’ve got the will to still stand tough. There’s a cow in pasture. I can’t breathe much faster. I’m just a ghost you can’t capture. Box step with me. Let’s take it 1-2-3, I’ll take the first step back, then repeat. I’ve got a friend at war, pride written like the lore of old soldiers. As he stares at his feet, in a trench, feels his stomach clench at the sight of a flying finch. Slugging master cylinders with cinder in your hair, don’t act scared. Don’t think no one cares. Kicking a dead man with an old shoe making sure the dead are dead is what you have to do! Cash in your checks, places your bets on anyone but me I’m a second place man. The future’s not ours to see… I’m the best man to be asking you please. Please, please, please. 1. I’ve got nine millimeters, one cigarette, a fully loaded clip. 2. I feel the bullet through my head and ask, “Is this what you were born to do?” 3. I was never keen on the idea of being half human, half machine. 4. I could go to war, kill everything, or nothing to destroy every being. 5. I’m lucky to be alive, to be born, to even dance waltz next to you. 6. I got six shots left and I’m pointing them directly at their chests. 7. You belong in heaven. It’s so obvious in that dress, that blouse, those shoes. God ain’t got a fucking clue if he don’t take a minute to choose to save you. So all we’re left with is this message, this visage. We’re invested in a half-a-beer and past-due postage. Oakracokage! Scurv’s on the smokage. And some days I can’t wake up. Wait three days before I shake that dice cup. Blink once for yes, twice for no. All I know is that I can’t let go. Please please please.
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Down South 04:14
DJ D: Slow down, take a flash frame, take it all in the scene, moment goes by moment goes , ‘cause it'll never be the same. Pan across the image of a day in 40 life, Wy-man in the headphones weaving the beat right Got Forrest, no more Taurus, still keeping the lines tight. Anthony in the distance still raising the name's height. Got Scurvy D in his patent Red Wings, He's talking hockey like a jockey after-a triple crown victory. The rest is rather self-explanatory, it's our story Repping mid-atlantic, we float icebergs to Titanics. It’s semantics, don't you panic, I’m hypoallergenic but satanic, still romantic ‘cause the flow it flows gigantic. Forrest: Like back in the day, back in 220 at UNCA, back when we rocked the flavor like a novice. DJ D brought the beats via the mixed CD’s, We peep the cheese, rhyme we seize, and then we smoke some trees. We try to appease and bring the listener to their knees. Got the chops, drop top, lyrics rain, don't stop. Going to make your body rock, whether it's granite, eclectic, we'll always make it phonetic. We're flow-centric, we never cop out, until the flame of time drops out. 40PF, we reign the treble clef and bass, We proudly represent the south. Stationed here within the North Cackalack, we shall attack with a kak kak kak, chillax, we'll puff that wacky tabac. Elite, you have been thrilled with a yummy rap treat. Our beats creating heat on the cold concrete. Got Wy on the Studio, me tickling keys like Cooby, another verse, if you please. Wyatt: Coming through the frame of the door, I walk out I can't remember what I was saying, so I stare at the floor No doubt It was important, I hope it wasn't a portent of what's to come Like 40PF on this track, you better run To here, to fear, to write Dear Abby about I've lost the address so many times that I can't even count. And that's not something I do I can't remember everything except you and me, and all the things I never took you to see. But that's not here or there, close but not entirely bare, naked in the bathroom, it's impossible not to stare. Do I dare take a minute to stop and think, think about what I'm about to do, while you're brushing your teeth over the sink. Suds upon suds, cud chewing cud, my mouth is like a dark whole filling up a porcelain poetry tub, with brass feet, the only kind you see in magazines, on the cover of the next Source, you'll see me and everybody. Scurvy D: Just another day around my way staying hella blazed and chilling with the Frames. Scoping out the honeys, living with no shame, no laze in our game, be prepared to rearrange. When the core busts down your door, like Forrest with the dough looking for some whores. I hope you’re fucking ready to change your fucking drawers shit running down your leg and dropping to the floor. Rapping ain't tough when you puff puff puff, on that dope ass shit that really fucks you up. Lay low in the cut, but take your chance to strut, the end of your life is gonna be abrupt. Anthony: First of all, I don't give a fuck. Second of all, yo what?, I still don't give a fuck. That's how it goes in my neighborhood. Walk a mile in my shoes, Glock shots to your head. Kicks stolen from you and tied in a knot, thrown over power lines to mark the crack spot. Six bullets in your head keep on firing, reload the clip 'till it becomes tiring. Blowing off steam I be a fucking train, Head shaking, eyes red, I'm going insane. Rhymes coming out, who the fuck's gonna stop them? Chugging down 40s 'till they empty out the bottom. Brown bagging on the corner of 5th and King. Bitches getting paper and blowing up my pager. Bling bling I'm so icy call me Snow Man. Holla at your boy if you need some blow man. Scurvy D's got more bricks than the home on home alone, so if you looking for green, you know who to phone. Creep up slow, and get my nine, ready to blow they brains all over the fucking road. First of all, I don't give a fuck. Second of all, you know, I still don't give a fuck.
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Wyatt: 220 is the room where we cut our teeth (except my teeth...HAH! I keep this shit tongue-in-cheek) I always go back to yellow-stained walls, reek of chemicals and songs that still echo in the halls of this paper bag head Things we said The ink that bled through plain white sheets that read, "WE ARE HERE! 40PF!" and nothing elsewhere means anything more than when it hits your ear I'm in a Nook writing another E A R rhyme and we're all frozen standstill in my mind To keep forever the pleasure and the pain, condensed into every single one of the Forty Frames that plays constantly, shaking me to the core The rapture of a verse, and from anyone unrehearsed, is more than enough to remember one time in a place I loved living with face to face CHORUS: You, thrown in all directions You, epitome of perfection Scurves: Do you believe that its been so long? 5 years kickin' and we still stand strong Every move plotted, no turn was wrong Now tell me you don't gain from hits from tha bong Time Stands still in 220 Mills You can do what ya want, but ya betta keep it trill Reality's a dose of that jagged little pill But wit our rhymes man, we aim for tha kill DVD Broke, it's goin' in ya Points Jot it down, Ant Wyatt Wyatt on tha joints Forrest on tha mic, he won't disappoint and me, Scurvy D, servin' up match point This legacy was made in a cloudy haze You can lick tha paint and get high for days It's seen a lot of weight, this room will neva change The OG home of Forty Psychic Frames CHORUS Anthony: BRRRRAT A KAK KAK! There went my gat You under my wheels and your body goes SPLAT! Bling bling on my mind Got rims on my ride You can see em shine when I do my drive-by (kak! kak! kak!) Tear posters off the walls Phillip Horner suckin balls Play Bone again, crack ya mother fuckin skull Dave Grohl will play with Motorhead's Lemmy Y'all be retarded cause Y'all go, "Timmay!" My nine's outta place cuz it ain't in ya face Shittin out Cici's "Welcome to Feces!" yo Lil Sis, still runnin' red lights? Odds ain't great on Win, Lose or Die! Cruisin Myrtle Beach chillin with some blondes Break out the 40's, they all give me nods Here y'all go You remember dis, neah? Cause If you don't, I be blastin you to shit-TAH TAH! CHORUS Forrest: Even though we've parted ways, I hearken back to the days Straight chillin at Mills, the birth of Forty Psychic Frames Anthony, Wyatt! Wyatt!, me, and Scurvy D Fantastic Four, form the core, the incredible emcees from the 220...pack up the herb Quadrangle to Botanical, master nouns and verbs Chow down at the Caf, beer, fun and flicks Big Daddy J with the anime and SUPER GRAPHICS!!! Go to school with Gimbiambi Tennessee River Run and Turn Back to the Hottie Snow days, essays, and ashtrays Dank smoke and Heaven cloggin up the airways Fog's gone, sucked up out the bong But the memories live on through the guise of our songs Even after all these years, damn right it was good Cause in my mind it's still our Permanent Neighborhood Chorus: Day I knew you would leave... Knew you would leave...Knew you would leave...Knew you would leave...

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