1. |
39er
01:50
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Irish when I sip it, rye when I mix it
Add another year, subtract friends to visit
Scuffed up the lenses, (a) new point of view
Fang Over Fist, and I’m long in the tooth
Cruise through N.A.U., as I bump MF DOOM
Sober to me, (is) still a Jameson or two
Rather chill with you, maybe hit a Green Spot
Take it outside, cypher in the parking lot
Good to the last drop, like you do with shitty mics
Captain Save-A-Nothing, so I never rock tights
Not scared of heights, ‘cause I know I won’t fall
Hit the courts, with some friends, but it wasn’t to ball
It’s inevitable, when the pieces just click
Barry White said it: “quittin’ ain’t my shtick”
With the flick of a switch, start another movement
Try to nurture the Arts, especially the Music
‘Cause too many truant, (during) life’s greatest lessons
Don’t do the research, won’t ask the questions
Hoping for the best and, that’s just it
Pissing in the wind, but shocked that they get wet
Preposterous at best, yet I haven’t lost hope
(They) say it’s sink or swim, I’m still chilling on this boat
Pass the bank note, won’t get the class vote
I got the bag [smoke], no practical joke
(Stay) close with my folks, don’t run like egg yolks
Sip Mexican Coke (and) sit on my porch
Known to throwback, not the “old hat”
Control, like thermostat, real talk, no chit chat
More facts than almanacs, cassettes I got racks
Close to Two stacks, of discs that’s compact
(But) enough of all that, only Eight bars left
(Kind of) silly if you count it, and I ain’t about the clownin’
Spend the weekend moving mountains, which I’m sure you never doubted
Never drove an Audi, but I whipped a Winnebago
Then ate a plate of Remoulade, with Fried Green Tomatoes
Familiar with the fable? Watch me flip it on its face
Finest of ingredients, won’t leave an aftertaste
Erased the doubt and then I found, replaced with confidence
Might not have a lot of money, but got plenty common sense
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Chorus A (Donivan Berube)
Tomorrow isn't here
I've been holding that in front of me
I was thinking I could turn around and carry on
With what it was supposed to be
Verse 1 (.smallz.)
Pops played guitar, Mother was a poet
Talent in the DNA, but surface didn’t show it
Potential for the glowin’, though it took a back seat
Dreams are more than movies that you watch inside of sleep
Potential at its peak, isn’t reached from the couch
Get up off your ass, take your feet out the house
Your body then will follow, of this I have no doubt
Amazing what can happen, when you change your daily route
Let’s hear a shout, if you’re growing up while still be getting down
If they told you that you’d never leave this town
Took the statement and you wore it like a crown
Never to be a clown, turning it all around
You can tell the world is changing, hear the sound
They pollute the truth and serve it watered down
What we need is a stiff drink
No straw, no link, less talk, more think
Chorus B (Donivan Berube)
Is it all that you wanted?
Is it all that you wanted?
I don't think you're being honest
I don't think you're being honest, with me
Is it really why you're calling?
Is it really why you're calling?
I don't think you're being honest
I don't think you're being honest, with me
Verse 2 (.smallz.)
Two-stepping in Texas
My last fond memory
Hungover on the wedding day
It was nothing in comparison
To what followed in the coming months
Truer colors, never shown
I sent a Three-page letter
You responded with a text from your phone
I’m moving on, oh so clear you never feel you did me wrong
Try to vent my feelings, put ‘em in a song
But oversimplified, the words they don’t belong
Don’t feel as strong, so come along
Follow me down the path that’s least taken
It was heartbreak, indeed, no mistakin’
Unshaken, my faith’s been renewed
Forgive but won’t forget, that’s the current attitude
Chorus B (Donivan Berube)
Bridge (.smallz.)
Sit back and observe where you at
Take a breath, take Ten paces back
No rush, just cool and relax
Peep facts, get on track (x2)
Chorus A (Donivan Berube)
Chorus B (Donivan Berube)
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Chorus (Moltensky)
Would you stay
Open your mouth wider
Wanna feel the side that’s softer
Verse 1 (Moltensky)
We were cold on a hot day
But we walked down anyway
Got your hand on my shoulder
Feelin my heart tryin to explode
When your gaze has me in focus
You’ve got me split three ways
Now you got me all sloppy
Can’t stop this unfolding fling cliche
Ay
And what’s more is I can’t say no I can’t say no
Chorus (Moltensky)
Open your mouth wider
And you already know how this all goes
Feel the side that’s softer
I don’t wanna let you let me go
Verse 2 (.smallz.)
Please tell me ‘bout your life and how it’s going
Please tell me where you’ve been and what you’re knowing
Please tell me everything will be alright
I look up to the sky at night, but all I see is satellites
Is belief the thing that makes us human?
Is it the need to be so all-consuming?
We would rather hear the lies and rumors
Gimme gimme gossip, there’s no profit without the viewers
Reporting live from the abyss, it’s
Holding hands and open kisses
They want to see us separated
But the Love that we’ve created, it could never be debated
They know we’re better, when together
Fight so hard to keep apart
In darkness, we ignite the flames
Without aim, all the same, only took a single spark
Chorus (Moltensky)
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4. |
2014 Demo
03:40
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Verse 1
I was a barfly at Mia’s, don’t drink Tequila
Explorer of Thesaurus, when I’m smoking sinsemilla
Spent up the per diem, before the checks were written
Slept on concrete floors and I slept in finer linens
Not much of a difference, a couple aches and pains
It gets hot here in the summer, people always throwing shade
On the surface I’m unfazed, but everybody’s human
Though I’d never trust a person, if they say they don’t like music
We use it for the heartbreak, we use it for the healing
The soundtrack when you’re hiking, or just staring at the ceiling
When you’re feeling all alone, like nobody understands
Always solace in the lyrics, written by your favorite band
Whether something that was planned, or you’re seeking land uncharted
Trust you must include the tunes, ‘fore your trip has its departure
You don’t have to be an author, to enjoy the written word
All you gotta do is listen, for musicians to be heard
Chorus
Stand up! Run through it again
Because we holding onto something real, no make-pretend
Step back, burn that slow
Because we’ve got a lot to do, still no place to go
Verse 2
Barrell-chested, full-bellied, fan of pop punk
I can still taste the burps, from the last time I got drunk
I don’t need to fake the funk, I just skip a couple showers
Or I go and see my dealer, for bouquets of pocket flowers
In the sours, I lose hours, but it’s not my favorite dish
For it’s in-between the headphones, where my world really exists
When the speakers start to shift, and the woofers start to shake
Find my heaven here on earth, and I start to meditate, wait
Hold up for a second, reckon, no time like the present
For too much of anything that’s good, it starts to lose its essence
What’s your method when you’re down-and-out and need a pick-me-up?
(I) turn the volume to Eleven, dance like I don’t give a fuck
Can’t corrupt it, don’t disrupt it, no the song remains the same
When every one has up and gone, the music’s still around to play
It’s the only thing that stays, in a world that’s everchanging
Might speak a different language, but through tunes communicating
Chorus
Verse 3
Got a passion for the arts, on this soapbox I will bare it
If these kids don’t feel me, I just blame it on their parents
Incoherent? Oversharing? You know that’s not what this is
Everybody’s catching vapors, but don’t even know the Biz
This is more than just a friend, this is pop culture opera
Riddle them, with written gems, forever like Schumacher
Then take them to the Dr., you know Octagon is Kool
If you cannot catch the reference, what you’ll get, is ridiculed
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5. |
The Taurus & The Geek
02:52
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Chorus
You don’t know me, I’m not like you
We weren’t ever friends in High School
No disciple or protégé
Found my own path, you should do the same
Verse 1
Take a seat, it’s really nice to meet
The name is Colin Haviland, a Taurus and a geek
Took a couple losses, but I’ve never met defeat
Known to surf a sidewalk, but also hit them streets
Maybe hit them sheets, with a lady friend or two
Make it sound so simple, but don’t get it misconstrued
Won’t just give it away, like a Chili Peppers tune and
I’m more inclined to stay inside, than head out with a crew
You see, I will never be a piece, for someone else to move
If I gave it to you simple, then I’ve done all I can do
Multimedia consumed; Read, watched and listened
Put a lot of me, in this Mead Composition
Rimshot rhythm, percussive vocalism
Met with the addition, of precision and tradition
Dictionary definition, of limited edition
Two minutes of your time, that’s the price of admission
Chorus
Verse 2
Such a shame, to many just a game
Been doing me for decades, just gon’ swerve into my lane?
Not the same, no we are not the same
Looking for the proof, it’s written right here on this page
There’s no ego in the phrase, I had that shit removed
No spoonful of sugar, for the truth to be consumed
Easier to swallow, when it’s glass you have to chew
Time cannot be stopped, it changes everybody’s tune
I got skin tags, I got stretch marks
I got a bald head, I got a big heart
The kid’s whip-smart, but you don’t see it every day
Read between the lines, it’s in the things he doesn’t say
There’s always something else in play, a magic that’s unseen
What works for Person A, won’t always work for Person B
In this life no guarantees, except that nothing’s fair
So learn to Love yourself and know that no one else compares
Chorus
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Chorus (Moltensky)
You’re different now or maybe it’s just me
Can’t forget the time you begged me to leave
Wandered in your shadow
Nippin at your feet
Verse 1 (.smallz.)
This is everything but the kitchen sink
Three-Six-Five since the last drink
Did a deep dive, in an eye blink
Since then, can’t seem to catch a wink
(I) put pressure to the pad, (the) ink starts to bleed
One person says it’s true, then Three more believe
Huh… so easy to deceive
When there’s limits to the lengths, that the naked eye sees
Why is life only defined by what we achieve?
Was this a seed planted, or a notion preconceived?
Do we only grieve, if emotion’s shown
Is a king only a king, ‘cause he sits upon a throne?
This another skipping stone, thrown, just for the hell of it
Irrelevant, even when you look at the intelligence
The evidence, is so obvious and clear as day
Swagger’s not something you say, rather something you display
Chorus (Moltensky)
You’re different now or maybe it’s just me
Can’t forget the time you begged me to leave
Verse 2 (.smallz.)
Time after time, the thought brings me back
What life was like as kids, and the innocence attached
Before we wore the masks, true self exposed
Inner light shined, no need for fake poses
Here, take these roses, you deserve to smell ‘em
When’s the next chance? There’s really no telling
So we yell it from the rooftops, speak it in the streets
No need to compromise, with originality
If you ever met defeat, and lived to see the next day
What did you really lose? Was it something that you gained?
Do you play the game to win? Is the game just here to play?
I don’t make a lot of rules, but I break ‘em all the same
You can take away the stage, but performers will perform
A need to create, without conforming to a norm
Any port in a storm, I’m a ship lost at sea
Waiting for the siren’s call, to carry me
Chorus (Moltensky)
You’re different now or maybe it’s just me
Can’t forget the time you begged me to leave
Wandered in your shadow
Nippin at your feet
Wandered in your shadow
Nippin at your feet
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Verse 1 (.smallz.)
Whoa! That’s a hot number, cooler than a cucumber
Shine like a real stunner, old soul, what do I know?
Without a path carved, I’ve amassed mad scars
Dive bar seminars, hundred proof, there ain’t no truth
(So) roll another one, light it when the day is done
Setting of the summer sun, battles won, what have we gained?
Without the unity, they separating you and me
Some toxic tomfoolery, but I can see, the tickets is wolf
(So) what they selling, we ain’t buying, multiplying, not dividing
Forward with the roar of lions, and we free from our chains
(The) gang goes by the name of FANG, (we) came to let the music bang
From out the trunk or on the stage, in your headphones as well
(It’s) not a mystery, more spins than a rotisserie
With spit so fresh, it’s glistening, how interesting, we still D.I.Y.
(Been) known to crack the spines on books, cast a line without a hook
A brighter shine than Overlook, it’s all work with no play
Verse 2 (Tré Orona)
Bars 24 karat gold in liquid form
Pour ‘em on ya salad or ya soul if your pallets born
Your magnetic infected, I'm post mortem connected
How you breathe with the essence?
We're all spiritual chemists indebted to peasant fetish relics of modern tech
All these robots on screens, I ain't seen one honest yet
Kaczynski bars if we playin’ on that theory card
But I was saved on a summer day maxed with mushy gods
Solar flares out the jugular, (jugular)
Damn right I'm a son of a..
Most beautiful strong woman you'll ever come across
And the squad silent killers lemme bend ya ear
Slime spit w the force of a thousand years
And my dawg smallz ain't no body on par
How many albums and crews do you know of off top?
It's mind boggling, 7 stackz full of oxygen
Never needed a pot to piss, rock steady till ctrl alt deleted from consciousness
Verse 3 (Prosodic)
Check the meth
Got to have it when there's nothing left
Through and through paying dues got a be a step
Choice of moves all depends on who leaning with
And how handle stress when they aren't around to witness it
Fuck a win, a nomination and achievements yo
Been asleep for 29 trying to see 3 more
But I guess it isn't in my hands
If it's longer, no complaints I'll just flip the tape and take a drag
Finish fast nothing lasts that's a bitter truth
But to have what you had that's as deep as roots
In the face of what you've had to dap
This shit can be hard hitting like Canseco bats
Gotta see it through
My life is like a warped 45
Through the bumps and the crackle still out here keeping it live
Flashing my fangs over the fists flexing the stride
CoCec Bitch life sucks but the music's divine
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Verse 1 (.smallz.)
One time, for the Two-time felons
Third time is the charm, they telling me
Four times for the Fifths they selling
Six feet underground, that’s the burying
What a scary thing, when your time’s up
All I’m carrying, is some blind luck
Never shaped up, so I shipped out
Never say Love, if there’s been doubt
What I been ‘bout, remains unchanged
With my day Ones, since 7th Grade
See a blank page, gonna get it filled
If you got beef, gonna get it grilled
We can only build, or it breaks down
Learn every day, no cap or gown
If you’ve been around, then you know my steez
All lower case, s to the z
Bridge (.smallz.)
Your boos mean nothing, ‘cause I’ve seen what makes you cheer
Don’t think you have the courage, to stay and face your fears
The hour draws near, the curtains they will close
Upon the stage, remains, a single solitary rose (x2)
Chorus (.smallz.)
This is folk trap, witta soul clap, and that Tso slap, c’mon bring it back (x4)
Verse 2 (OHM AOTA)
One time for the OG stylers
3 times for the freestyle ciphers
4th Rhyme for the 5th time remembering
6 feet away from the stage
Kingz of the Jungle, we some UGKs
Stay close in cecoc
CoCec psychosis
Some single solitary roses
Interwoven within the focus
Make the most selling hope, conscious leaves we smoke
Healthy tokes, spitting healthy quotes
Cadence within the notes
Maintainin' is no joke
Against this evil behind the cloak
Give him this folk trap, smoke, small axe, stepping razor, AOTA crew
I'm the stone that the builder refused, that's why they boo...
Bridge (.smallz.)
Chorus (.smallz.)
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Verse 1 (.smallz.)
Careless crumples of cloth, sorted and separated
Wear the garment with pride, not really knowing who made it
Sometimes the graphics get faded, after multiple washes
Other pieces come out looking better than the day you bought it
Possibly it was gifted, second-hand store thrifted
To you, the world, a pearl, but other people wouldn’t miss it
Might not know that it existed, or for instance made a difference
But you’ve read the specialty instructions down to the last sentence
If persistence is the penance, my due diligence is rendered
The simple things in life, in which I find the greatest splendor
In this era that I’ve entered, with awareness of agenda
I know the value of my time, and the best ways to spend it
Won’t pretend I like the chores, but I don’t mind the laundromat
If my life sounds like a bore, your perspective’s wrong, in fact
Quite content with where I’m at, my people and my surroundings
Even when we’re apart, I’m finding strength in the boundaries
Chorus (Moltensky)
Don’t try to hand me down
Gettin' caught up in your cold water
Just try and hear me out
Gasping for air but you keep pouring
All the times you walked right by
Feels like I’m drowning I'm drowning in your cold water
Verse 2 (Carnage the Executioner)
It’s properties, humans can NOT control, maybe hot & cold/
Save life, act deadly, Moses parted the Red Sea-
Helped kill dinosaur, life-stage in Ice Age, vital war/
Don’t consume it for 3 days, you might panic, sanked the Titanic-
Drown in half a cup, dissolvable, Earth is just/
Covered with it, Jesus defied its un-walkable surfaces-
40 days, 40 nights of it brought Noah & cargo nautical turbulence/
WATER can serve multiple purposes-
MY **psychosis** began, as a minor, timid/
Splinter appearance of ice looking like it had spiders in it-
Then almost died in a high pool, water wasn’t a nice dude-
Later influenced by O’Shea Jackson <WHO?> Ice Cube!-
Not afraid of it crave a bit, with my called-old ass/
Now chug it down quickly, in a tall, cold glass-
Hotter to cleanse the skin, sleek-blacker with Soul Power/
If have to, bruh, lather up a teeth-chatterin’ cold shower-
Remember whence I came, stand Herculean with game plan/
Take the blame and, care not about your name brand-
May not enjoy a rank, of well-dressed, but hell yes/
Avoid the stank...Launder smarter than Deutsche Bank!-
Wash pants & logo shirts inside-out, with other vices/
Cold water only, hang dry to maintain the color brightness-
Give supporters who buy Carnage garments the same referral/
Be proud while you wear them, play “Ravenous” & change the world!-
Chorus (Moltensky)
Don’t try to hand me down
Gettin' caught up in your cold water
Just try and hear me out
Gasping for air but you keep pouring
All the times you walked right by
Feels like I’m drowning I'm drowning in your cold water
Bridge (.smallz.)
Wash, dry, fold, repeat
Wash, dry, fold, repeat
Wash, dry, fold, repeat
Cold with heat, cold with heat (x2)
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10. |
Another 44
02:56
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Chorus
Cecil said rap, so .smallz. did just that
Verse
A bowl of tuffy rice, chopped meats and sauce
Early morning/late evening, hour-long walks
Shoe full of rocks, thoughts lost in time
Sporadically erratic, but I keep it all confined
What’s a lemon to a lime? Lime to a lemon?
I haven’t slept since Brooklyn, but I spent Seven in heaven
Denim is the only choice, when talkin’ ‘bout tuxedos
To rid yourself of hangover, just eat breakfast burritos
The realest of placebos, I’m a genuine tall-tale
To find a shirt that fits me, I’m still hunting that white whale
Full-scale invasion, unknown assailants
Toxic inhalants, with a side of some pain pills
Decided that some thrills, (are) just not worth pursuit
You can dominate the court, still ain’t shit if you can’t shoot
Drink my whiskey by the boot, Seven months since last sip
Might have tried air dusters once, yet I haven’t done ‘cid
Please forgive, when off the grid, the mind tends to wander
A bit like smoke and mirrors, with the spirits that I conjure
Cheat codes for Contra, don’t help in real life
Which one cuts deeper? Is it the pen or the knife?
These words that I write, do they ever ring true?
Do they cause more damage? Hollow points going through
Rendezvous, at the Brew, are now impromptu
No more Scenario, all plans been cancelled
The norm’s dismantled, and don’t believe that it’s returning
Even if it does, I’m sure we’ll see a different version
That’s for certain, draw the curtain, on the things we knew before
Gathered goods with stick and bindle, then just headed out the door
This another Forty Four, we ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Barack
This is more like “Pistol” Pete, shooting from that sweet spot
When I have a train of thought, always seem to lose the cargo
Searching for Pepper Potts, what I got, was a pothole
Nacho, I’m libre, get down ¿qué dices?
Record the whole track, then run it back on replay
Run and tell the DJ, that you’ve got the latest jam
It ain’t Smuckers, motherfucker, unapologetic rants
Know exactly who I am, every mistake and flaw
Same things that haunt my dreams, are the things that make me strong
Unflinching and raw, convincing? or nah
The higher that I climb, just further I have to fall
With music I stay involved, it’s never been complicated
Don’t create it for awards, trophies or nominations
So thank you for your patience, apologies for waiting
Might be the last words, but won’t be my final statement
Chorus
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