1. |
Same Old Radio (Intro)
00:55
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2. |
Listen
02:20
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Stop for a second, let me introduce myself
The Science - means I'm not biased
Hypothesis, experiment, try it
And come to the conclusion that man I'm just fire
Who the fuck are you to tell me how to act?
And who the fuck are you to tell me I can't rap?
And who the fuck are you to tell me I can't play guitar
On the same track, stay back man, way back
Or get laid flat - flat out
I'm coming to take your job, your money, and your brain out
I'm coming to take your whip, your world, and your girl out
I'm coming to take your first born, man, so pull your thing out
There been a huge drought
So I'm coming to flood the market with my new sound
Ooh wow, blew out - Your candle
At the end of the day
While the clock ticks life away, seems like just yesterday
I got to hearing your sound
Then I got to playing around
Now I'm just changing my style
And I got you listening now
Standing on the edge of a cliff, should I jump now?
Sick of wondering if I can bypass this slump now
I'm getting tired of chasing, so you could run now
But I might just get in your face, so pull your gun out
And I might just snap and attack, you better step back
And I might just never come back, bet you would like that
So if it's me you're gunning for, I don't do that shit
On a whole different type of something more that I get out of it
Some pain in the frame of my brain retains emotions
Protons and electrons are bound to make explosions
When it's just right, with the light, when it's bright, invites devotion
Straight heat from a mouthpiece like me creates commotion
But I aint getting credit for it, and you get all the credit for shit
This gift that I got, you aint receiving it, let alone believing it
So I feel lost when you toss me aside, though our paths on the map just crisscrossed
So I give it what I got, make sure that you can't start or begin to write me off
I got to hearing your sound
Then I got to playing around
Now I'm just changing my style
And I got you listening now
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3. |
Aint A Damn Thing
03:13
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The industry's fucked up if you ask me - because real music comes from the streets
And they say from the ghetto you must be - but I'm coming from the suburbs, that's just me
Invincible to musical principles or its rituals
Divisible like triplets, you getting it? I'm killing it
I'm betting it I'm ripping it
(Devil worship)
On some scientifical experiment, we're burning it
Learn to quit - Cause we don't give a fuck
Clip the bumps in the trunk - 15's hit em up
You slip in shit, I pick it up
Runnin circles round these clowns
Bloodhounds hunt em down and spray the round
Sprayed a brand new sound in a brand new town
Lookin for the heat now, this beat now, will get a beat down
Done pissin on the track? Put the seat down - I mean now - You bleed out
You see how I rearrange the flow
So deranged and inflamed, aint a thing
To drop a melody on some strings and blow your ears out, reroute
And I'm out - but then I come right back
You on the same old path, I'm on a whole new map
This that brand new crack - undigested by the masses
So you could guess that I'm settin a trap to try and grab it
I'm trying to blast it - I'm trying to smash it out the park where nobody can catch it
And there you have it - chemical reactions not paralleled in any fashion
By anybody rapping - Aint over stop your nappin
I'm just gettin started the throttle just relaxin - Make it happen
Feeling a bit of the friction, no kiddin so feel the traction
Feeling a twinge of the jealousness and your hesitant to come back in
I don't blame you for your actions - Pickin it up, the slack, is just a bit of my passion
I'm happy to oblige, no lies, you gettin half right now, you get the other for a fraction
Of what it costs to manufacture it
Lyrical rapture and that's about it
That's about it
There aint a damn thing you can do to be me
There aint a damn thing you can do to be free
There aint a damn thing I can do about it
So I shout it from the top of my lungs up to the clouds
I need to strengthen my spine - or rather my mind
I splatter my rhymes like bloodsplattering crimes
I have trouble and I stumble but I still remain humble
I mutter and I mumble but I still do not crumble
Keep it blowin and smokin - til the motion got you going
To a notion of commotion floatin through this deadly ocean
Of diseased ridden roaches - I'm hopin I can cope with
Peoples cold shoulders - Shoulders gettin colder as I'm gettin older
I don't think it's over cause I'm all but stoned sober
No more luck, no more four leaf clovers, I'm a roamer
I'm a loner, motherfuckin smoker til death
I'm a mess but I flex with the best
Put it all together, make it fresh, bless the cess
Feel it in your chest
There aint a damn thing you can do to be me
There aint a damn thing you can do to be free
There aint a damn thing I can do about it
So I shout it from the top of my lungs up to the clouds
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4. |
Like The Water Does
02:58
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Start it off with a boom as I clear out the room
You better move before the music smack your face, and leave a bruise
Lose yourself in the heavy groove
Lose yourself in the water when I spit it fluid
Hip hop and it don't stop
If it don't rock then I'm out the door
Tick tock on the clock
If it slows down then I'm in the ground
God damn so bright with the future
Don't let me lose ya
Don't let me bruise your contusions
Movin with the newest
Of the luminous
I'm provin that I'm doing what I'm doing to the truest bitch
Watch the time flow man stop when the water does
Let the time go man just let the water flood
Now I know it's too soon to consider I'm immune
From all of you goons, shit talking like a monsoon
12 noon to the new moon until we commune
And I let you know how good I'm feeling
Time after time and rhyme after rhyme
You're getting nowhere near my best
And the rest is left behind
I guess I'm feeling fine
Cause I'm only getting better with age
No need to rewind
Hey. Okay. What did I do?
You know what I did
I spewed it so fuckin fluid like a waterbed
So stop or I do it again
I'm moving it, I'm losing it
Then a massive flood is coming and its nothing
Cause I'm hella prepared
Watch the time flow man stop when the water does
Let the time go man just let the water flood
Now I know it's been a little delayed
Been gettin played
Everywhich way, every day
Something fluid
I do it do it
Keep moving through it
The truth it stupid
You fuckin blew it - I knew it
I'm sick and tired
The tide is rising - I'm higher
You liar - The light inside me
Is fucking brighter
The Science is hydrogen
And mixed with fire
A sire to silence the waves
As they crash and expire
Through the wire
I kind of just feel like fuck all you rappers
When all of yall are slackin on tracks
And rockin wack furs
For dollars I'd be mackin in the lab and then smash her
For now it's just a hobby, the attack on the back burner
Watch the time flow man stop when the water does
Let the time go man just let the water flood
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5. |
Chasing After You
02:10
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6. |
Omnivore
02:16
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7. |
When The Lights Go Out
02:49
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8. |
Who You Are
04:04
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9. |
Breather
05:01
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10. |
Smoke Break (Interlude)
00:48
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11. |
Roll It Up
04:04
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12. |
B.W.L.
02:16
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13. |
G-Box
04:02
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14. |
Elbow Macaroni
01:48
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15. |
Paper Planes
04:00
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16. |
Your Face
03:51
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17. |
Scissors
04:29
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18. |
Life's Deep
01:22
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19. |
Do You Know
05:24
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20. |
Easy
03:35
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21. |
Back Off
01:07
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22. |
Disappear
03:47
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23. |
The Same
04:33
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24. |
Cruise Control
04:09
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