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1.	All Parta Da Joke (Intro) 05:04	lyrics	buy track
(Verse 1) Cause we’re floating in a ball in this thing called space Unsure if we evolved from religion or apes But we go about our days just complaining it’s not fair And the funny thing is no one even knows how we got here Swore the Earth was flat, but it’s proven it’s one sphere We’re over in Iraq, but our motives are unclear I ain’t a genius, but I know I ain’t stupid Just a passivist who seems to have grown from his nuisance Just a passionate MC who puts his soul in his music With a graduates degree that I don’t know what to do with It’s all a big joke, that’s why I don’t give two shits While others sit at home on their phones and don’t do shit Cause we ain’t living to work, we’re working to live That’s why I’m either marking a verse, or serving a bid Slaves to the ways of an impractical White House Just pawns in this game living laughable lifestyles (Hook) So when your lighter fluid’s low when you’re lighting your stoge And when you can’t afford lines from the college you chose And when you’re flat out broke and it’s harder to cope Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke And when a cop gets you pulled on the side of the road And when he finds all your dough an the pot that you’ve smoked And you’ve lost all hope and your heart has a stroke Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke (Verse 2) So I analyze life while I’m passing these blunts And haven’t had a genuine smile in actual months But I told my father I was ready to blow And promised to always keep my best days ahead of me so Yo, I hear the baseline and rhyme with haste So I don’t waste time, cause I ain’t got time to waste I’m just tryna get by and hoping I don’t get screwed Living like the whole world’s waiting on my next move I puff pot and I rap for pleasure And get by at these jobs with sarcastic effort Learn from experience, get better equipped Ain’t nothing come free kids, we ain’t guaranteed shit Except death, so try not to get stressed You ain’t promised your next breath so you mine as well get sessed Cause everybody’s got their go to medicine And I don’t judge much but just don’t do heroine Just smoke pot, I promise you won’t die You probably gon’ vibe, add bop into your stride Cause you can thrive if you choose to pursue it And the first step’s to just stop talking and do it (Hook) So when your lighter fluid’s low when you’re lighting your stoge And when you can’t afford lines from the college you chose And when you’re flat out broke and it’s harder to cope Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke And when a cop gets you pulled on the side of the road And when he finds all your dough an the pot that you’ve smoked And you’ve lost all hope and your heart has a stroke Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke (Verse 3) Yo I was raised with the mentality of “fuck that” “free speech” So no I ain’t ever giving up that easy I’m calm, but I swear that somebody’s gon’ get killed If I start a morning with an orange slip on my windshield Like fuck cops, real problems they don’t solve Still poverty gon’ strive, economy gon’ flop Survive or you gon’ die, they profit off our lives These are all signs I’ve spotted with both eyes Abusing privileges they strip and they search Like giving a promiscuous jerk permission to flirt They’re supposed to serve and protect and search for a threat But instead they work for a check and burden the rest Fuck Em, they ain’t concerned, they ain’t phased, they ain’t care It’s like car tires soon they’ll have us paying for air Yeah, that’s why people get high and they sniff coke Cause most live with little to slim hope, it’s a sick joke So don’t stress it’ll make you grow furious The worst thing you could ever do is take a joke serious My best advice would be to try to find some weed to smoke Cause until they day you see the joke, you gon’ be the joke (Hook) So when your lighter fluid’s low when you’re lighting your stoge And when you can’t afford lines from the college you chose And when you’re flat out broke and it’s harder to cope Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke And when a cop gets you pulled on the side of the road And when he finds all your dough an the pot that you’ve smoked And you’ve lost all hope and your heart has a stroke Just go along with it bro, it’s All Parta Da Joke (Verse 4) Sometimes you just gotta relax with the imagery Sometimes you gotta sit back and laugh at your misery So raise the mic height to my level You only get one life right, so why settle? You ever notice when your habits are drugs How a bunch of bad shit always happens at once Went from retail, weed packing pot on my breaks To working landscaping, weed whacking rocks in my face, ahh So yeah I’m gonna write flows and go get stoned And no I can’t receive videos on my flip phone Man I should get a ‘I could give a shit’ wrist tat And give spliffs and six packs in Christmas gift wrap I’ve gone my whole life playing all these damn games People think I give a shit, we ain’t on the same page It’s all love, but the luck still gon’ stay It’s like the road to life is uphill, both ways Cause even optimism loses the odds We’re all at the expense of the sense of humor of God So live life don’t let life live you And go along with the joke or the joke’s on you (Bridge) So when you’re running out of weed It’s All Parta Da Joke And when you can’t afford to eat It’s All Parta Da Joke And when your tank’s on E It’s All Parta Da Joke It’s All Parta Da Joke It’s All Parta Da Joke And when your boss let’s you go It’s All Parta Da Joke And when you’ve lost all your doe It’s All Parta Da Joke And when you walk and stub your toe It’s All Parta Da Joke It’s All Parta Da Joke It’s All Parta Da Joke So I Smoke
2.	Hip Hop Heaven 05:18	lyrics	buy track
Let’s take a walk through the record shop Come on, Let’s take a walk through the record shop Come on, Let’s take a walk through the record shop But they ain’t got no more record shops (Verse 1) I’d like to welcome everyone to Hip Hop Heaven Sour Deez, Kush, what’s your zip lock preference Only true MC’s and DJ’s on the guest list Now I’d like to introduce these Hip Hop legends I’m talking lyricists who stayed and remained I’m talking Slick Rick, Big Daddy Kane’s of the game Not to be confused with these new and whack amateurs I’m talking Big L, Pun, Kool G Rap caliber’s Thumping Onyx and LOX bout to pop rounds Fuck the cops, bumping Pac with the top down Tryna rhyme over Premo in the Golden Age That’s like tryna ride a high tide ocean wave Turn up the base in the Chevy and thump proper Puffin weed with Method and Reggie the Funk Docta And down the block I see Ghostface booking it GZA playing chess while the Chef stays cooking it N.W.A. on a musical stage That’s like playing Masta Ace on a beautiful day Ayy, That’s like swaying to a B.I.G. melody That Wu Tang, Killer Bee, EPMD remedy That stand for something Chuck D was the best to come KRS Knowledge Reigning Supreme Over Everyone Plus Melle Mel could teach lessons and help lives I’m on an L high riding bumping Elzhi (Hook) I’d like to welcome everyone to Hip Hop Heaven Sour Deez, Kush, what’s your Zip Lock Preference Only true MC’s and DJ’s on the guest list Now I’d like to introduce these Hip Hop legends I’d like to welcome everyone to Hip Hop Heaven Sour Deez, Kush, what’s your Zip Lock Preference Only true MC’s and DJ’s on the guest list Now I’d like to introduce these Hip Hop legends (Verse 2) On the East, mic’s groove as we light trees On the West, Ice Cube’s in my Ice T’s Beastie Boys, that License to Ill bomb shit Tryna B-Real taking Cypress Hill bong hits For cats like AZ who never do it for the dough And Brother Ali for making music for the soul I love rap from rhymes to stage antics Appreciate the realness from Slug to Sage Francis Originators who first rocked in the park All praise Allah, known as Rakim the God Alotta people say the down South ruined it So I must be an Outkast cause that trash is Ludacris From Cunninlynguists to Sticky Fingaz they bring the sickness No shady business, no shitty gimmicks, no pretty image And even though I didn’t know it I was part of something And now I’ve grown into a poet, I’m a product of it Hardcore written rhymes, raw beats intertwined MC’s, different vibes, got me on an instant high Cause I remember tryna rhyme but I was missing lines Cause I was only 4 in 95’ it was a different vibe (Verse 3) I learned quickly that this music shit was more than banter Behind the mic there’s a whole side of life that I’m unaware of Apparently this world’s corrupt and filled with bad shit Watch this friendly rap game turn into a bad trip The base knocks for all the lost dreams and bad decisions Echos off the shadows of the addicts in the allies twitching Through the passages of savages in crappy living Traveling through traffic up to Static in the Valley spittin’ Hip Hop’s your best option when your only choice is evil Creates optimism through the voices of the people Created leaders who refused to remain silent Dead Prezidents presence alone caused race riots Eliminates the need to grab a weapon off the shelf Vocab and wit becomes a battle weapon in itself Watch me enter cyphers and increase the crime rate Boppin’ through the Bronx with a Nas/Jedi Mind state That’s like starring down a pistol with a barrel I’ve been listening to Pharaohs since the Ritual of Battle You a gimmick with apparel, I actually could body I’m like Tragedy Khadafi while he’s rapping in the lobby With a gat or with a shotty, I’ll splatter anybody I’m like Crooked I with Demigodz Apathy beside me With Styles of Beyond leaping through portals Spittin’ Diabolical with the Technique of Immortals This is real life, Non Phixion when they had the booth near em Taking a pill dosage of Ill Bill truth serum Till I’m at a point where you can’t drive with your car Till I’m in Outerspace looking at a Binary Star Or maybe Black Starr, Black Thought, Mos Def remained raw Hip Hop Guru got me feeling like Gang Starr I keep it blunt like a gutted cigar Like RA the man who’s keeping it Rugged and raw Or Killah Priest, Papoose, Sean Price staying reckless Slim Shady, Slaughterhouse, Obie Trice, Shady Records 3 grand Andre, 50 cent, Lloyd Banks Doc Dre giving Kanye little boy spanks Hip Hop fuck your butter soft retro Vinnie Paz, Tech N9Ne, Jus Allah, Necro Shout out to Statik Selektah and Terminology We should do an album together and call it Prophecy Plus Eric B the President’s about to get elected in With M.O.P., Mobb Deep, Alchemist, & Evidence Get clocked out when I spit hot wattage On my free time gain a lotta Hip Hop knowledge, Partner So check my repertoire, best believe I’m extra raw Bringing death to all of ya’ll if you ain’t spittin’ up to par So get to work son, rhymin’ takes practice Shut your shit down, we don’t tolerate wackness
3.	Substance Abuse 04:41	lyrics	buy track
(Verse 1) Yo I just had a long week, 7 days as a cook I gotta bag of bomb weed, smells as dank as it looks Got some vodka in my flask, purple haze and some kush I gotta pocket full of cash getting paid off the books I got some spending money, I’ma hit the club tonight Blow, liquor, molly, ecstasy, a little something light We’re getting lifted till our vision is frail Cause my dealers got the friendly prices tipping the scale, Yeah So now I’m burning all the dollars in my pocket Gin and Tonic sippin’ shots of Cvedka Vodka till I vomit Their ain’t an ounce of decency or soberness that’s into me Poppin’ pills and not to mention smoking cigs consistently If it’s not subboxin I obviously got a problem My mind is probably rotten from lots of toxins and oxycontin I’m tryna win the battle, conquer what’s controlling us Pop a couple opiats and ponder on my phobias I see a vein so I’ll stick a needle right into it I need a flame shit we’re almost out of lighter fluid Going astray, now I’m taking a trip So roll a J, matter fact, go and make it a spliff, shit (Chorus) You don’t know the first thing when discussing the truth Cause every time I try to stop I got another excuse Cause we pop pills resulting in dysfunctional views So we practice Substance Abuse, what the fuck is the use? Mix the uppers with the downers, the anti’s with the depressants The puffers with the powders and the pills with the injections We’d rather see the world through dysfunctional views So we practice Substance Abuse, what the fuck is the use? (Verse 2) 10 o’clocks the coffee shop, 11 I’ll be smoking bogs 12 o’clock I’m coppin’ pot, at 1 I’m probably blowing coke 2 o’clock I’m doing shots to gather my emotions 3 o’clock I’ll need to pop an aderol to focus 4 o’clock the door is locked, this shit is detrimental Now I got time for something extra special, I’m ahead of schedule I’m coming down and feeling saturated So now I’m fatigued and aggravated unless my body’s caffeinated 5 o’clock I’m passing spliffs and taking massive hits After 6 we’re packing dips then taking tabs for acid trips Veteran, trippin’ on the same shit as Merilyn Injecting medicine then at 7 I’m taking heroine (Chorus) You don’t know the first thing when discussing the truth Cause every time I try to stop I got another excuse Cause we pop pills resulting in dysfunctional views So we practice Substance Abuse, what the fuck is the use? Mix the uppers with the downers, the anti’s with the depressants The puffers with the powders and the pills with the injections We’d rather see the world through dysfunctional views So we practice Substance Abuse, what the fuck is the use? (Verse 3) My mind is not complacent so it’s worth it to me My eyes are dilated so I’m slurring my speech Cause my connection’s only getting that Grade-A caliber So I gotta continue just to maintain stamina Peer pressure gets to me especially if they push me So I’ma take another just to prove I ain’t a pussy So if I choose to use it ain’t nothing but business But honestly at this point what the fuck is the difference? It changed to pain when I jeopardized my own defense You ain’t the same can’t even recognize your closest friends In my veins I put the poison, drug specials low at cost My face is in the toilet, blood pressure’s off the charts I keep on using but I need to probably stop it The shit I’m on is doper than a beat by Teddy Roxpin The weed that I be coppin’ is the least of all my problems But I ain’t ever stopping, I don’t see a better option (Chorus) You don’t know the first thing when discussing the truth Cause every time I try to stop I got another excuse Cause we pop pills resulting in dysfunctional views So we practice Substance Abuse, what the fuck is the use? Mix the uppers with the downers, the anti’s with the depressants The puffers with the powders and the pills with the injections We’d rather see the world through dysfunctional views So we practice Substance Abuse, what the fuck is the use? (Verse 4) What happens when you owe someone dollars that you ain’t have What happens when you’re broke and you promise you’ll pay them back What happens when your best friend’s selling you out What happens when you ain’t given the benefit of the doubt What happens when a knife or weapon’s in position to flex What happens when your life is questioned with legitimate threats What happens when you’re light of breath and you’re living quite distressed Cause the decision between right or left could mean life or death They’ll bum another cig in cancerous fights Just another kid tryna find the answers to life They said they cared for me but were never their in the nights I guess in retrospect I should’ve took my parents advice Some are looking for a smile, some are looking for care Some are living in denial, some are fully aware Cause I’m friends with many addicts who inject themselves with harmony But then again what the fuck you expect I’m from the pharmacy
4.	Break The Stigma (Interlude) 02:10	lyrics	buy track
I only say it cause it’s as disgraceful as it sounds That’s the nickname we’ve been given by our neighboring towns So don’t be fooled by the views of this beautiful destination Cause behind the picket fence, what’s the truth of our reputation? They say that it’s under control, but I doubt it They call it heroine, but there’s nothing heroic about it Another epidemic spread that we choose to oppress Another teenage death, we refuse to address Another daughter taken through the clouds up in the sky And died from the same drug she vowed to never try So now we’re forced to think it happened for a reason How were we supposed to know that’d be the last time we would see them? So who’s to blame when the user becomes a liar? And who’s to blame the consumer or the supplier? Either way it’s too consistent to conceal it And these shouldn’t be the issues that our children have to deal with But since we don’t want the concern to ever turn public We never see the cause of grief or ever learn from it Regrettable, cause I feel like it’s preventable At least there’s gotta be a way to make it less accessible But we’ll never get protection from above For prevention of a drug, when it’s swept under the rug It starts with the peer pressure that’s affiliated Mixed with self-hate from being publicly humiliated Isolated thinking God was never watching Cried till suicide became a better option Just tryna find a different place to stay Running away from pain, scared to face the day So it seems that it’s a disorder of the genes Like for every addict clean, 20 more become a fiend As we stare up at the screens of our cameras and phones While teens overdose destroying our families and homes We’re all in it yet we’ve still been scared to talk about it While these rehabilitation centers getting awfully crowded It starts by asking what we question the least How did these poppy seeds from overseas get in our streets? We feel depleted cause we don’t have the answers So the hope is we can change it through some vocal awareness Knowing very well that it could never be enough But I vowed to never give up for Evan McNutt Cause there’s no way to cope from this defeated sense of hopelessness I send you my condolences cause I can feel your loneliness But staying silent is a horrible option Cause we’re either trying to solve it or we’re part of the problem So let us draw from this dark pit of emotion To maximize the meaning for the ones we miss every moment And until the day justice for every victim is spoken May we fight and come together till this stigma is broken
5.	It's Just Life 03:55	lyrics	buy track
(Verse 1) I’m reaching goals before the reaper shows And so I keep the flows hidden in the rhythm that the speaker holds defeating foes until my feet are froze Until I’m freezing cold, head to toe, deep beneath my sneaker sole I’m thinking deeply, jot it sloppy in a verse Cause it seems we’re all in need of a smile or a smirk So when you seem scarred at the bottom of the dirt No matter who you are just know somebody’s got it worse We all suffer amongst misfortuned majorities Who get bored with maturity, don’t conform with authority Most are poor, can’t afford any, some are born with deformities We all got individual definitions of normalcy But more importantly see through a dream’s optics We all just tryna eat and sleep with a clean conscious Shout out to Marxman, homie this beat’s monstrous Makes me wanna strive for change and preach progress so don’t sob when the clouds and the rain comes Poke your chest out, walk proud till the day’s done I’m living life by the bass drum Give me a crumb and I’ll make a bigger cake from which it came from Certain and positive their verdicts are deadly Cause we’ve murdered many and most didn’t deserve it, if any It hurts in our memory, histories of personal envy From burdens we carry to the insecurities we burry (Chorus) It’s Just Life, and that’s why every night we clutch mics Then spit our guts on a track till our gums slice That’s why before we got to pass it, we puff twice Just tryna get our funds right for some fun nights So quiet down, I want silence when the drum strikes Silence all the drugs, knives, violence and the gun fights Stop tryna hide from the sunlight Behind blinds tryna question God’s eyes, man It’s Just Life (Verse 3) Sometimes it’s sad so you sob with depression Stop tryna focus on the bad, should be counting your blessings Don’t recreate the past, all you got is the present Sometimes you need to blaze some grass for some honest expression Some are probably drinking cause they’re poverty stricken From these hypocritical businessmen who copy the system Watching all these abandoned buildings from failed businesses Just represents the lack of job security for citizens It’s shady, battering woman, kidnapped babies And daily convincing myself that I’m not crazy Like maybe there’s hope for us surviving this hell So at times I write rhymes to inspire myself Cause freedom only means that it’s free to be dumb So each one must reach what they need to be and become Everybody plays a part you can thrive and be excellent And I’m just using common sense and logic as my evidence So gain momentum and velocity Cause you can learn a lot through the simple acts of generosity I’ll keep on spittin’ but I doubt they’re even listening So I’ma rise and write my way up out of this predicament So stop labeling people, we’re all lunatics And stop always pointing the finger, we’re all new at this My proposition’s rockin’ rhythms to shred it And strive to always be positive, optimism’s infectious We’re all one memory away from a cry And at times we all feel alone and empty inside Cause those ain’t your boys, they just use you and you use them Quit tryna get new friends and tie up some loose ends Too many real friends lost over dumb fights And if you lack a love life, you can still love life You’re contradicting yourself and start acting strange and fake Imitating the same exact behavior you claim you hate Cause happiness ain’t found in money if your wealth’s constricted In fact most of the stress depicted’s often self inflicted So keep your head up through the highs and the lows With your eyes on the road till you both arrive at your goals We all got our own domains we’re confined to It’s up to you to break out of the barriers and climb through Use your past struggles as the basis to guide you No matter what they say your mistakes don’t define you It’s Just Life
6.	Die With A Dream (Owe It To You) 04:06	lyrics	buy track
(Verse 1) Follow your hear over the popular theme Most impossibilities are often not as they seem You should strive to be the king, be the crop of the cream Rather that then to Die With A Dream Yo From the days in the cradle when my Momma would sing I was raised by an Angel, a Goddess, a Queen Wish I could go back again just to know what it’s like You’re the reason I exist so I owe you my life Before the shows and mics and all the fights persisted Just know deep down we’re more alike than different Cause I don’t wanna bring trouble, I want you to shine So stress not mother cause the struggle is mine Cause you’ve had a rough past with emotional pain And vowed to never have your own children go through the same Always sacrificed to be with us, smothered with huge hugs Your only flaw as a mother was loving us too much Two great parents your presence is so sacred Just know I love you both as much as I don’t say it I know it doesn’t show cause I’m embarrassed to let it So this is the only way that I know how to express it Cause you’ve worked hard to raise us and send us on a clean path Always gave love, rarely was received back So as of now, for you there’s no replacements I’m starting to come around and I thank you for my patience Cause I’ve been watching and learning while looking up to you And I still got a lot of maturing and growing up to do I’ll make you proud when I flow in this booth Cause I appreciate your efforts and I Owe It To You And That’s The Truth (Verse 2) I was lucky enough to grow up with nothing but the Two best sisters in the world, I’m the youngest of three Growing up with you was like being an extra in musicals Both smart, both strong, independent and beautiful Dependable, reliable, exceptional, admirable Intelligent as minds could grow, and caring with kindest souls At times maniacal when tensions arrive That’s what happens when personalities of passion collide You both inspire me, regardless of my legacy Beyond the common pedigree, you are what I could never be You set the bar higher than I thought you could put it You’re the reason that I’m respecting these women I shouldn’t But you’re the reason it’s a Queen that I’m looking to find Was raised by women, I couldn’t hit a girl if I tried And not being a better Brother’s a recent regret Cause I hate to see you unhappy and see you upset But I’ll always look forward to meeting up again back home Been together for mad long, you girls are my backbone But through the highs, lows, ups, downs, and the pain You always want what’s best for me, and I wish you the same (Verse 3) Yo I was taught to not always follow the popular theme Most impossibilities are often not as they seem You should strive to be a King, be the crop of the cream Rather to live with a purpose than to Die With A Dream So that’s why I gotta follow through, and honestly from me to you It’s something that I need to do, that’s why I gotta see it through I only speak if I mean it, or else remain silent So if I give my word, as a man I’ma stand by it I dedicate this to my fans and my struggles To all my extended family, my aunts and my uncles My cousins long futures, your dreams are within you grasp My dog Cooper, you’re the best friend I’ll ever have And Zoo follow you passion do whatever it takes Never sacrifice your heart and leave potentials to waste And to all my past friends I hope you dream and never stop Yo Babin, What’s good homie? I’ma see you at the top I’ma hold on tight, I’ma ride this stream I’ma prolong life, I’ma find my dreams I’ll reject false living, I’ll refine my schemes And I’ll respect all women till I find my Queen For the elderly and old, for the life of the youth I’ma question what I’m told, I’ma fight for the truth Every message in my soul, I’ma write as the proof And every lesson’ll be told through this mic and this booth
7.	Rockin' Wit Da Best (Featuring MC Bravado) 02:52	lyrics	buy track
(SC Static’s Verse) I apologize in advance I ain’t prepared for these discussions I’m a bit jet lag from an alien abduction I barely can function yo your kid is a mockery As I’m plastered in public to puke and piss on your property Carving my niche up in this bitch, vision is Godly So pardon my spit, but I’m a bit syllable sloppy Cause most Earth rappers are corny ass cowards Who be frontin’ like Hank Aaron with warning track power But I ain’t tryna take a visit to the morgue yet So I’ma walk my dog and have him shit up on your porch step A problem, a cross between a God and a goblin You common, like off duty cops drunk driving Just stop it, I ain’t a fan of your arrogant race I may appear as a human but homie that ain’t the case I ain’t the same as all you cyber dummies The name’s Static bitch, half Cypher Junkie, half spider monkey (Hook) New ways of rhymin’ we gon’ redefine So lay back, blaze that and keep your feet reclined Yo all we want’s a little doe, a little props Type of shit you already know’s gon’ be dope before it drops All we had to do is put Roxpin to the test Lay a verse, hit up Bravado and Junkies on a text So get your radios and copy to cassette East out far as the West, you’re now Rockin’ Wit Da Best (MC Bravado Verse) Ayo you’re Rockin’ Wit Da Best, all your followers are dead I’m about to drop bars like I’m spottin’ and forget Distracted by the treadmill jogger in the sweats And all the body builders reppin’ gettin’ brolic with the bench Press, Yes, squattin’ on the legs Pecks I’m the opposite of Arnold but I flex Indispensable pen, pencil a target on your chest Margin of my error larger while you’re marginal at best I will face fuck your Mom till her esophagus is red Then toss her in the Halls with Lozenges for her breath Ya’ll are novices at best, I constantly progress While I’m watching your recession like you’re baldin’ in the flesh Yo take your lady and the W too She’s done with you and seeks a refund W2 I’m ready rumble WW2 Runnin’ with goons Presidential as the ‘W’ II (Hook) New ways of rhymin’ we gon’ redefine So lay back, blaze that and keep your feet reclined Yo all we want’s a little doe, a little props Type of shit you already know’s gon’ be dope before it drops All we had to do is put Roxpin to the test Lay a verse, hit up Bravado and Junkies on a text So get your radios and copy to cassette East out far as the West, you’re now Rockin’ Wit Da Best
8.	Namin' Nuts (Interlude) 01:15		buy track
9.	Bumble Funck 03:49	lyrics	buy track
(Verse 1) My name is SC Static I’m from the middle of Bumble Funk Where we gotta bunch of drugs and everybody’s fuckin’ up Ladies with bubble butts, punks tryna knuckle up Fake tough guys throwing blind side upper cuts Beer muscles equals false found confidence And everybody talks shit, small town politics Could give a shit bitch, keeping the splits lit Bunch of hooligan misfits, looking for mischief We got feins and FED’s and teens on meds We got reefer heads and the best weed connects We got dro for the whole summer, doe driven dro smugglers Hope missing dope lovers, coke sniffin’ nose runners Crash our party and happily get your ass kicked Add some freakin’ excitement acting enthusiastic Running from the cops, they’re too slow won’t catch me Sprinting through the woods like “Lay Off The Donuts Fatty” (Hook) Cause their ain’t much to do chillin’ up in the outskirts At any moment we’re due for another outburst Like fuck authority, we’re making them disturbed It’s getting a little boring so we’re shaking up the burbs My name is Static, I’m from the middle of Bumble Funk Where we gotta bunch of drugs and everybody’s fuckin’ up So get some dubs and some nug, leave it crumbled up Roll two blunts into one, call it double dutch (Verse 3) Ayo we all that, we got skittle snacks and tar wax It’s raw rap, mixed with wiffle ball bats and straw hats So fall back, leaving miss scorched, destroy shit Keeping the torch lit for more cigs and oil rigs Us Orange County Goons always into lots of shit Telling us to do one thing we’ll probably do the opposite Ain’t a limit to what we’re doing to get cash The type that went to school just to booze through gym class I’m getting blazed playing ball on the court I get the pass, try to dribble, trip fall on the floor They call me dork, like fuck it I’ma go and write some poems again I’m sorry Momma I don’t know when I be home again We in the city sticking out like sour thumb wiggers Broadway smoking broad day with my one hitter So take a drag of this compact concoction Just Static and James spazing on the track with Roxpin (Hook) Cause their ain’t much to do chillin’ up in the outskirts At any moment we’re due for another outburst Like fuck authority, we’re making them disturbed It’s getting a little boring so we’re shaking up the burbs My name is Static, I’m from the middle of Bumble Funk Where we gotta bunch of drugs and everybody’s fuckin’ up So get some dubs and some nug, leave it crumbled up Roll two blunts into one, call it double dutch (Verse 3) Man I’ve been reppin’ this valley for 12 years Felt love, felt hate, heartbreak and felt tears Yeah, destroyed fears as I haunted my past Put my persona on the track and gave you all that I had But you can wish harm, stay bitter and diss Cause my purpose and messages are way bigger than this All from imagination that’s sketched on paper So you can be down with it now, or you can catch on later Never lent me a hand or dealt care So peace Adios cause my fans are elsewhere Such as Australia, Brazil, and Japan Gotta find a way to reach my fans there if I can So the plan’s to be rewarded while showin’ no pity Cause a prophet is never supported in his own city So I ain’t mad I’ve already forgotten half of you And I’m a keep on rappin’ till Static is international (Hook) Cause their ain’t much to do chillin’ up in the outskirts At any moment we’re due for another outburst Like fuck authority, we’re making them disturbed It’s getting a little boring so we’re shaking up the burbs My name is Static, I’m from the middle of Bumble Funk Where we gotta bunch of drugs and everybody’s fuckin’ up So get some dubs and some nug, leave it crumbled up Roll two blunts into one, call it double dutch
10.	Therapeutic (Featuring James Salvato) 04:12	lyrics	buy track
(Verse 1) So all your aggravation - Let it go, Helpless Stress - Let it go Imagination - Let it flow, Self Respect - Let it grow All insecurities, urgencies - Leave them at the door All burdens and baggage you carry - Leave it at the door Cause we ain’t having that, acting like a half a fag Rappers get your maxi pads, as this acid tab reacts Contaminating habitats, represent to bare the facts What’s done is done, what’s there is that Feeling content with where I’m at I’m still alive, Hip Hop in the flesh So you can find me head noddin’ with a bop to my step All you need’s beats, weed and it completes the equation As we treat each session like a mini vacation We stress-free like jet skiis on West Beach With the best weed and beats from Tribe Quest please You fuck with them you getting nothing like your neighbors cousin You fuck with us you getting extra like a baker’s dozen Without a doubt, I won’t bat an eye or brow Fuck worrying about the then I’m tryna satisfy the now Cause most talents will never grow, most passions will never show Some have it but never know, some grab it to let it go Revisit innocence, licking on some liquorish LSD drips feeling tingles in my fingertips Cause it’s the same stress causing you pain, Yes Chasing them paychecks and ain’t taking a days rest (Hook) So turn up the bass, tremble, and the levels to it And check the method as it’s professionally executed Cause some got all the talent in the world and never use it Ayo that’s why we make better music, it’s Therapeutic Cause money is the root of misery and huge suffering Working our asses off just to afford to do nothing And some would rather not try just to make excuses Ayo that’s why we make better music, it’s Therapeutic (James Salvato Verse) Now see I’m all about the message and your verse is so wit it But what good is a message if the person don’t get it? First off, spit your verse dawg and be specific We don’t need a physics class, we need beats and rhythm The schemes you spittin’ better match up with the dreams you vision These are all must do’s for a lethal written At least envision your own shit as if it’s not you Then you check the message to make sure it got through A lot of fools not doing half the shit they got to But they’re focused on their costumes with coke up in their nostrils Follow these steps, if you wanna keep your quality fresh If not you’re just a Hip Hop zombie at best I’m kinda repressed from whack fucks who copy the rest You ask us? We laugh cause it’s obvious. Yes Part of your failure with sales is how you market yourself We keep our bars on point like the department of health (Hook) So turn up the bass, tremble, and the levels to it And check the method as it’s professionally executed Cause some got all the talent in the world and never use it Ayo that’s why we make better music, it’s Therapeutic Cause money is the root of misery and huge suffering Working our asses off just to afford to do nothing And some would rather not try just to make excuses Ayo that’s why we make better music, it’s Therapeutic (Verse 3) Yo you can tell by my first 8 lines I’m here to take the misguided and reverse great minds It’s only right and this work takes time But these are God’s verses homie, yo these words ain’t mine So I spoke to the skies, closed eyes, as a lost man Bent over, interlocked fingers as I crossed hands Confessed sins as a liar of some false scams Surrendered ego and desire to Allah’s plan To be given another shot at a lost chance To be driven enough to travel across lands And spread the message of good intentions and park jams Even if the final result is that it’ll cost fans I’m bout to walk on the ice waters and hot sands With strong faith, a mic cord, and a fly stance Armed with the heeded timeless knowledge of a wise man’s So I just do what I can, the rest is in God’s hands (Hook) So turn up the bass, tremble, and the levels to it And check the method as it’s professionally executed Cause some got all the talent in the world and never use it Ayo that’s why we make better music, it’s Therapeutic Cause money is the root of misery and huge suffering Working our asses off just to afford to do nothing And some would rather not try just to make excuses Ayo that’s why we make better music, it’s Therapeutic
11.	Living Proof (Baby Steps) (Outro) 04:08	lyrics	buy track
(Verse 1) For what it’s worth, I’ve never regretted writing a verse From my first moment on this Earth, I’ve been fighting this curse I’ve been told what to believe, what I can and I can’t do But never stopped writing in my life and I don’t plan to Like hopefully my actions send me on the right path But unfortunately passion’s always got a price tag Seeking paradise, grabbing mics for making hits Receiving bad advice as I sacrificed relationships Extended travels of persistent devotion Fighting constant battles with conflicting emotions I’d never second guess what the future entails So I don’t got a backup cause I ain’t planning to fail I’ll put forth my best efforts just to rap for a budget Give it five hard years, if nothing happens then fuck it But the longer the journey seems the better it gets Cause I just want to live my dreams and I won’t settle for less So Check (Chorus) Cause every moment that I’m flowing while I’m in this booth I make my dreams come alive and that’s the Living Proof Don’t ever let them say you can’t cause that isn’t true So when I say that I’ma do it, you can do it too And even though I haven’t made it yet Just know I live without a day’s regret, steady taking Baby Steps Just know the rest is all up to you To make your dreams come true, and homie I’m the Living Proof (Verse 2) As humans on this Earth amongst the planets and galaxies You can drive yourself crazy tryna fathom reality You can either take advantage of it as it occurs Or spend your whole life complaining staying mad at the world You can see yourself as blessed, or you can see it as stressed So yeah I want success, but not at someone else’s expense And just understand, my good intentions are directionless But wish I had a plan where everybody could benefit But the truth is that I’m as lonely as you Like I ain’t got the fucking answers, I don’t know what to do So nah, I ain’t as confident and strong as I portray myself And I ain’t supernaturally gifted, I just convey it well We all need life vests to keep us afloat And only wish that I could give a little glimmer of hope You only get one body, one mind, one soul One life, one try, one drive, one goal Like (Chorus) Cause every moment that I’m flowing while I’m in this booth I make my dreams come alive and that’s the Living Proof Don’t ever let them say you can’t cause that isn’t true So when I say that I’ma do it, you can do it too And even though I haven’t made it yet Just know I live without a day’s regret, steady taking Baby Steps Just know the rest is all up to you To make your dreams come true, and homie I’m the Living Proof (Verse 3) So I’ma do as I desire, I’ma break through the trends Cause I’m a do or die writer, still enslaved to the pen Ain’t just in it for the ride, I’ma open up some lanes I’ma swim against the tide, I’ma go against the grain I’ma give it all I got whether I win or I plummet Yo I’ma literally spit it from the pit of my stomach I’ma be the sunshine clearing out the cloudy cluttered skies If hope is in your eyes, don’t let them convince you otherwise Just be content with yourself, you ain’t perfect But never let the pressures conclude that it ain’t worth it I’m isolated but aware of my surroundings From the depths soldiers overcame till they’re crowned kings We all got unique skills we can offer So find your purpose as a person with your mind as the author Don’t be nervous, don’t be doubtful and just know that it’s ok to fail Cause really we’re just older versions of our younger selves So be yourself, never pity for a man I ain’t gotta fake nothing, this is really who I am Adrenaline rush, self dedication is a must But your genuine love gives me inspiration for the month Let me take a step back and lay it down for the record Let me put this marijuana pipe down for a second So with all sincerity I put my soul into this music For those who don’t believe in their dreams, I’ma prove it