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Building Blocks

by Walter Kronkite

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Ground Zero 01:15
He showed for the show, cause he couldn’t let it go The beat just grew, then he had to let it go Sold the material, doesn’t remember the foggiest Any less oblivious, you’d think he was a THC lobbyist cheap whiskey, couple puffs off the great bake Likes to gamble more than dollars when he can get his Ace straight Leaves the bar running, electric bill higher than the gas price Beats with mad slices, then I come in with mad nice-ness Ebonics for phonics of liberty, your killing me Your hearing me, steering you spiritually, tenderly Sending me vibes with they eyes, trying to kill me Records a lead, two stacks, but bet he’s noticed in no more than 3 weeks Masterpiece leading the epidemic, some call a mass disease As he rocks the show, in the freezing cold, just know he’ll never sneeze Brought the black out, and then he bagged the stove Watched you all squirm, as his laughter grows, whoa
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One, one into the two, two into the three, three into the four We are wanting more, we are wanting more, we are wanting war, we are wanting war, what did you come for Four, four into the three, three into the two, two into the one You are all done, you are all done, Guess whose got the gun, Guess whose got the gun, Bitch you better run The illest one out by any comparison It’s like trying to talk to Crocker… about wrestling Maybe I should really start taking my medicine I won’t let you down though, I’ve got too much invested in I come through like I’m driving an army tank And please quit asking, I’m done with that army skank I only sell Reggie, but I smoke the purple dank I’d rather drive high, than to be on that purple drink I know my limit, and no I haven’t reached it And if the sky’s the limit, then I’ve been done peaked it I pray to God someone gets my mixtape and leaks it Say you understand it, and this time you really mean it White kids will claim they know me, give me dap, and call me homie But its my brothers from another mother that sat back and told me Just do you fam, nobody’s seen your struggle Now do what you do best and get on your hustle, just remember its One, one into the two, two into the three, three into the four We are wanting more, we are wanting more, we are wanting war, we are wanting war, what did you come for Four, four into the three, three into the two, two into the one You are all done, you are all done, Guess whose got the gun, Guess whose got the gun, Bitch you better run I’ve been doing a little thinking and been doing a lot of drinking Maybe grab a back pack and hop a train this evening Take the disc up to ‘Kiss around the New York area Cause where I’m from, if you rap, I’ll bury ya It’s scary brah, my mind’s playing tricks on me Since I’ve walked on the floor, I think the hits on me Know I’m only here to make history Call Kathy Bates, I’m a re-write misery Everywhere I turn, I got to turn down my music Why can’t you just vibe and listen while we’re cruising Why do I care about somebody that’s losing If your going to open your mouth, at least say something amusing Patience I’m losing, MTV’s boiling points Roll a joint, shut the fuck up, cause you know you suck punk Time is up chump, you can call it a night Just nod your fucking head cause you know that the songs tight, as I say One, one into the two, two into the three, three into the four We are wanting more, we are wanting more, we are wanting war, we are wanting war, what did you come for Four, four into the three, three into the two, two into the one You are all done, you are all done, Guess whose got the gun, Guess whose got the gun, Bitch you better run
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Holy smokes, get the water, someone quench my thirst I’m get on this track and show you how I work Papers sent back, like I’m going to court So go ahead and turn around like you came up short No change, no game, no play today No James, No Wade, no heat, you lame I win, I’m in, that’s all I’m going to say You lose, that’s cool, but sure glad you came Sippin’ on that Remy, puffing on a jimmy Soul of the 70’s, so you can call me a hippie No, I’m not your pappy, don’t want to be your daddy But hell, I’d gladly give you a whipping This here, Is my craft bitch, career long lasting I’ll tell you when I’ll quit, just get on the mattress Ivanna, I wanna, but I gotta finish this track Just head back to the park, while I finish this crack Hook Oh hell naw son, you can't smoke here You know its Sunday, you can't buy beer Your too damn high, you can't fly here I tried to tell you that this is our year Oh hell naw son, you can't smoke here You know its Sunday, you can't buy beer Your too damn high, you can't fly here I tried to tell you that this is our year
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(Verse 1) I roll with the impulse, the impulse guides me/ I long for the normal, but the normal's beside me/ Or rather bereft, I only feel it in steps/ And when I stumble, then I tumble, then it's onto the next/ I think about Uncle Robert, all his brother's had left/ So he drank, tried to hold, and put one in his head/ Met em at the gates, either heaven or hell/ I pray that it's the former, that his pain had dispelled/ I think about Adam, died banging a flag/ In and out of Juvie, rage masking the sad/ Remember we was young, were inseparable friends/ You were still too young, what a regrettable end/ I love you lil cousin, put that on our niece/ I shoulda went to your grave, I just didn't believe/ Couldn't bring myself to see, you at negative feet/ Shannon wiping tears, I woulda wished it was me/ (Verse 2) /For every blunt rolled, I wish I'da passed/ For every pill popped, I wish it would last/ Wish Mom could look and crack a smile when I pass/ And not worry when I'll crash and if tomorrow's my last/ Not look into my eyes and be reminded of Dad/ So she wouldn't have to hide another sigh when she laughed/ Wish I didn't love him, never knew he exist/ That my name wasn't his, that I wasn't his kid/ I envy all my friends that never knew of their father/ If it's gone, you never know, no memories haunt ya/ Don't dwell in your brain, and continually taunt ya/ Like Dad, not again, goddammit you promised/ Ain't picking up the phone, start praying he's coming/ Like what's more important than your boy who is suffering/ For the umpteenth time, as if it matters or something/ What is this time, your high or busy with fucking/ (Verse 3) /Do you think of me how I think of me/ And I want you to love me, the only way you can love me/ I’m staying up all night just to text back and forth/ I don’t want it to ever feel like it’s becoming a chore/ This is something I’d give my whole heart for/ They just want to fuck and toss it aside like a whore/ Me, I’m different, can’t you see that/ Only thing shining in a room full of pitch black/ And that’s not a pun at the fact that I do rap/ And in fact am white, and some how I rule that/ You drool fast at slim fast, and I do laugh at you cats/ But it’s not cause you wack, it’s cause I snapped/ I’m not feeling the love, Dangerfield respect status/And you probably didn’t get that, and I’m suffering from madness/ The whole lot of you is tragic, couldn’t make it as a bastard/ Fuck you all, let’s go ahead and move on to the next chapter/
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Two Adderall pills and mike to excite me Throw in an X to get me writing Eyes big like we celebrity sighting Crystal Meth toke to fight the fighting I see colors that would thwart off painters Lyrics in a dimension that don't contain gangsters Lie like a Oscar winning actor with no kids And when I don't win, blow up and throw huge fits Incorrigible, despicable, yet suave Punch in & out, stay fighting for a job I noticed from the first time that I was addicted I knew from the first time that I shouldn’t have hit it And I knew from the first time when she licked it No other feeling would ever get me this lifted Girl, you gifted, you make me wanna black out We wrestle in them sheets, til she makes me wanna tap out But back to the plan, and the plan at hand Remotes for me to move forward as far as I can Fell from the plane, landed in the ocean, But I know I'll swim till I reach dry land I'm just saying, for your peace of mind Everyone who cares for me, I'll be just fine Won’t resort to my old ways; those are stuck in the old days In the past like old Flav, Clint East, and low fades And its time to point out that you acknowledge that I haven't harped About the new age not once today Cut the beat like the deck, miss deal, no spades I like my girls like my grades, all D’s no A’s Always willing to go the extra mile of course When, in the end, I know its all worth wild to the source (Talking)"Excuse me, I'm a little hoarse What else do you expect?" Wait till you get a load of this Wait till ya till, ya till, ya get a load of this Altitude is rising, higher and higher we are climbing They sky is a giant, and we are all facing Goliath I mean, can you see the irony, we’re so small But to each and everyone of us, there’s no one else at all So in return, we got to ball, Caddy driving, shop the mall Waiting on the check to clear, baby daddy in the car Cash gone in one day, even if she paid on Sunday But has dreams of getting the right chance, and one day
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/I rose from a pose on the floor to uphold the match that sparks the fire that lights the gas in your stove Me, I’m the chosen, the weak are merely frozen, this week seems like it’s frozen, everyday I need scolding You take it to easy on these guys who try and push your buttons then hide They try to cut you with knives, feed you nothing but lies Cause me nothing but sighs, then ask if I’d like fries Crayola clockwork, I’m a tan they hides Carolina pride, and no please don’t give me lunch meats I love Carolina, I’d love it more if I was in North Beach This state’s law enforcement’s got me thinking it’s time to go Florida, here I come, til Canada can move close Shit, the west coast of Thailand, bare knuckle boxing Maybe over to England, where hip hop’s really rocking Anywhere but here, cause apparently they don’t like me I mean, the people love me, but there parents despise me Girls treat me like a animal, they just want to ride me And the guys treat me like daddy, trying to hide behind me Every single person says I need to stick to rhyming Get the fuck out the ‘Burg, and don’t come back without something shiny So if you believe in me, I got you brothers and sisters And if you don’t and never did, so sorry we won’t miss ya Kronkite
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The Forest (For the Trees) I’m going to try and do this justice, Hope you got your speakers up to an audible level Shit just got real, now I’m the mother fucker to take over Watch me run this shit, like motherfucking Imodium ad (In the background or DJ Cut) …Drop the fucking snare Grew up with no money, so I was raised to stay hungry And since I’m always broke, nobody will ever front me There’s a mark on my back, everybody wants to hunt me They can’t see my talent, turning nothing into something If I stay at the level that I’m on right now What the fuck ya’ll gonna do when I break new ground Dude, said you gotta turn that fucking bass down But I was made in the 80’s so I love that bass sound I got dreams that would light up the whole night sky Working, Number One on my list, Being that guy Funeral apparel when I come thru, black tie That way if they get me, you know I’m ready to die Ready to fly, but can’t afford a plane ticket Main mistress, keeps complaining about the same business I hate kissing ass, and I hate ass kissing So don’t start kissing my ass cause I won’t listen I’m hoe tripping, hoes listen, if you won’t fucking move for me Then I’m a leave you hoes limping, and hoes missing I been working for years trying to get into your ears Proctologist for those who don’t like me, stick it in there rear Most can say they dope, but they never touched a needle Me, I’m like Clorox, too much and I’m lethal But just the right amount and I’ll clean you Get you to work next week, so you can go smoke with your people’s There’s a lot I need to do, get my ass in a steeple I’m a big fan of religion, not so much of the preachers I always have a thing for falling for teachers Maybe I wanna fuck those who gonna end up fuck our future leaders Light a cig in the restaurant while I got my fucking mask on While I’m double park in the handicapped spot, this shouldn’t last long Who wanna stop me, my only fucking question Please, oh please someone come teach me a lesson Bigger fish to fry, then you little dick cocksuckers I learned at an early age that life is 90 percent struggle But people don’t want you, they want your butter If you gotta say some hard shit, you better do it subtle I spent my whole life being the kid that was left out The kid who was picked on, accused of being methed out And as crazy as this sounds, maybe I was just stressed out Maybe it was weed smoke I held in my chest now Juggling real life, for a spot in the spot light Blow up real quick, and marry me a hot dyke The name that should be on the edge of your lips is Kronkite The same guy that’ll fuck that emo bitch until she dress right Waving the .45 in the middle of a knife fight My mind’s right, all these other people crazy Wonder will I ever be Number one like Jay Z But then I realize really all I want is for you to play me Hundred and one pills I took all at light speed Fuck the DJ’s and whoever don’t like me If you have a fucking problem with me, fight me Get the cops involved, all he’ll do is cite me At that time, I could only ask why me Dirty little secret, why you wanna hide me I’ll be right on time, go ahead and time me I’m looking in the sky for the cloud with a silver lining Stressing over testing, not one of them I’m failing But when I have a needed an answer, you said results need mailing Telling the truth is so much easier in the booth I feel like I can come in, sit down, and just let loose They say I need the right angle, and I’m stuck in obtuse I looked in the eyes and said you trying to be a… a… acute? No sweetness over here, homie don’t play that Rick Ross-in’ over here, homie don’t maybach Am I thinking about the future, maybe I shouldn’t say that But lets be real honest, who the fuck is gonna hit play back Calling on the Lord cause I need him now Talking 3rd person, I say relieve him now Ever since he came in, its been beats gone wild Verses filled with curses, yeah, Nino Brown The only fucking dude that’s the talk of the town But still fucking hungry cause I don’t own the crown I’m a keep it on Indy labels cause I love the new sound I’ve been hired by the pound to put all you mutts down Name one listener who isn’t instantly a fan I can’t name one person, who didn’t say I was the man I love what you doing, keep doing you fam Running on adrenaline, tell ‘em to turn on the fans Tank Abbot never had any extensive training Look at that fat fuck, he made it famous Beats for Krosswordz, while I’m making songs for the ages I got a new pair of cleats, and I’m tying up the laces I’m on advanced while your stuck on the basics Who is Walter Kronkite, the Best Pat Sajack The very best at what I do, just ask any body Put me in front of a mike and I’ll body anybody The very best at what I do, just ask everybody Put me in front of a mike and I’ll drop everybody Dishonor everybody
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Damn you Ion So fucking dope and they have no idea Hotter than the desert, scorching, me, I’m on fire The man with no face, so I want yours for my attire If I’m here you better compensate Women I penetrate, but not when they ovulate You dogs can’t get out the gate, Kron half way round the track Smack my penis on her back so hard, it left a permanent mark like a tat Tell them give me everything cause I don’t plan on coming back If this don’t work, guess its back with P in the park where I left him at Imagine a young Chan the way I be kicking these tracks I swear I’m a go crazy if I see another candy bar on the side of a lac Or a box Chevy, and I’m chasing like Chevy, and I’m breaking the levy, I bet ya thinking, I need to run this shit back, I wasn’t ready Got the tambourine a rocking like ya’ll about to sip the kool aid I can tell most of these rappers are like George Kastanza’s taupe Too fucking easy, yeah I know, but most of yall are simple minded Like it when I simple rhyme it, time it then try to deny it Memorize it while crying then say try to say that I’m lying If you need a song, I’m writing, and I won’t say I’m writing Tell your sister I said hello, if you don’t have one, then fuck it Got a tongue that kills, I stay shooting at the public I told ya’ll from the beginning, for me, this ain’t nothing Even rhyme over Indian music, and have all of ya’ll love it Son
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Cool blunt passing, crash my reaction Now all I think about is rapping and smashing Butter your popcorn, get ready for the action If I roll one up, you better be matching Disaster, new tragic incident, benefits None, how'd the fuck did I get in this shit Fun times I'm not remembering at all They'll come when I climb, but leave when I fall I sneeze at the small, wipe my ass on the tall And when they lock me up, there’s only one who I'm a call (Pause) Lethal injection, masking all the weapons But one finger away from shooting then texting Everyone I know wants to take jobs from the Mexicans But no one wants to work as hard as the Mexicans Jail house rock, my cracks been caged Rhymes like wine, I had to let this shit age Hook: Bitches jumping on me like I'm the new craze Days of ours lives as were blinded by the mace Fuck the judge, and the jury, and the lying prosecutor Trying to fuck me over and make me the first shooter Bitches jumping on me like I'm the new craze Days of ours lives as were blinded by the mace Fuck the judge, and the jury, and the lying prosecutor Trying to fuck me over and make me the first shooter A young bitch will flip, that's why I love fucking cougars One with technology, I'm making love to my computer Oops, I meant microphone, look at what I am on A 100 yard touchdown, yes I am in my zone No need to respond, yes, I know your mind's blown At least you had yours, mines been gone Run, jump the fence, and take a shit on your lawn Use a belt to tie my leg up, work over an old con Trying to get in green, caused I'm tired of being pinched And unless I buy a tent, guess I gotta pay rent And I thank god for my flow, cause I know its heaven sent Now its time to make these other mother fuckers repent Normally, a rapper would say he killed it when he didn't put a dent In that shit, but I'm quick to disagree Prime example, me, No rip off to Electronica, but here is exhibit d, To get exhibit b, your gonna have to pay the fee Hook: Bitches jumping on me like I'm the new craze Days of ours lives as were blinded by the mace Fuck the judge, and the jury, and the lying prosecutor Trying to fuck me over and make me the first shooter Bitches jumping on me like I'm the new craze Days of ours lives as were blinded by the mace Fuck the judge, and the jury, and the lying prosecutor Trying to fuck me over and make me the first shooter Bitches jumping on me like I'm the new craze Days of ours lives as were blinded by the mace Fuck the judge, and the jury, and the lying prosecutor Trying to fuck me over and make me the first shooter Bitches jumping on me like I'm the new craze Days of ours lives as were blinded by the mace Fuck the judge, and the jury, and the lying prosecutor Trying to fuck me over and make me the first shooter (Faintly) Bitches jumping on me like I'm the new craze Days of ours lives as were blinded by the mace Fuck the judge, and the jury, and the lying prosecutor Trying to fuck me over and make me the first shooter Bitches jumping on me like I'm the new craze Days of ours lives as were blinded by the mace Fuck the judge, and the jury, and the lying prosecutor Trying to fuck me over and make me the first shooter Bitches jumping on me like I'm the new craze Days of ours lives as were blinded by the mace Fuck the judge, and the jury, and the lying prosecutor Trying to fuck me over and make me the first shooter
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The slow frame rolls out on to the strip in the night air The colors of the whip, fight and collide there Stories of a beast meets the east, we agree to the feast I agree, I’m unique, some what sheik, are you pleased They calling my name like “Father!” on they knees Leave the taxi’s for the rich, I’ll use my two feet We are now cruising with the music at a cool speed I’ll be your guide for the night, Let me introduce me! Kronkite, the captain on this spiritual endeavor Leather where you rest your head, make you feel light as a feather No matter your ancestry, we all tether together I’ll share my connection, to make the music that much more better I try and knock out the park every chance I get Point up to the stadium for the little kid whose sick If you look out the window, you’ll see your not touching the ground That’s just how we live life up here on cloud 9 Captain’s Voice “If you look out to your left, you’ll see where the Americans in the 1800’s panned out to for the quest for gold… And to the right, you’ll see the Atlantic Ocean… Little History for that ass. Now who wants a pretzel?” I’m so excited, and I’m so gone, this feeling got me feeling so wrong Can some one please tell me how I got so gone, for so long, damn wrong Tell me how many times I gotta count bars And throw up bricks from half court Bicker with this bitch back and forth Temper on this shit, far from forced I mean I was born in 88, then we moved in 89, found a house in town, and moved out in 89 in 93 I was learning, 98 I was burning 99 I was working, slaving for a earning I could see them lights, I could hear these flows In my head, beats beating, my dreams they consuming This music I’m feeling, right now its so amusing Cause all I can hear is the sounds of you losing Ya egos I’m bruising, like a week old banana Breaking they hearts, like I told ‘em the truth about Santa Cotton mouth, can’t talk, here, try a Supplement I paid the Mckie D’s clerk to choke, ha, I’m loving it
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Fly On 02:34
I’m as high as a kite, I’m am just feeling right I’ve waited all day, cause this is my night I know I’ve been wrong, seems like I’ve been gone That’s why I called Ion to help with this song I can feel something strong coming through the speakers I’ve been elected by you people who need this To help you drown out all these public speakers And rappers, an factors, that misuse for evil Twitter and face book, radio and, needles DJ’s are afraid of what I might teach you But at the same time, I’m trying to use them to reach you So please don’t get mad when all of your people leave you There’s always enough room for at least one more Here is my inventory, let you know what’s in store They wanna see my heart, They wanna see my core Got a story to tell that’s far different from yours Mom’s with her chore boy and little glass rose At least one third of my family hitting that vein in there toes Choices with no options, aren’t really choices at all We stand around the seated, while the seated never fall I can sit all day waiting on a phone call And hear another person tell me how he use to ball If you about shit, then be shit, don’t just talk shit My flow’s strong like a fat man’s armpit, my level, soaring My technique, hoarding, Scoring, Jordan Tie you up, got some water, and thinking about boarding I get all the info, get head like a nympho Don’t aim for the dimples, I am for the temple They callin’ me Kronkite, and yes bring news It might not be good, but I bet you can use My pops said the green is gonna cause me to lose That if I wanna a better life, then I have to choose But what he don’t know, is I use it for a muse The same he did with coke, when he had something to prove Music’s my passion, alcohol is my reaction Tell stories of passion, club moments, and tragic Memories that send me to place I don’t wanna go So I breathe in and exhale real slow …I’m here The funny thing is I didn’t know how I would end up here, but I knew that I would, it’s funny how things work out

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A cover of Ion The Prize's instrumental release "Building Blocks"

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released February 27, 2013

G. Buchowicz, C. Diamond

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