1. |
Ground Zero
01:15
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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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2. |
The Presentation
02:57
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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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3. |
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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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4. |
LevelUp! (Aspirations)
01:19
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5. |
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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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6. |
Great Expectations
04:25
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7. |
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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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8. |
LevelUp! (Conflict)
01:23
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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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10. |
Mental Blocks
04:03
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11. |
LevelUp! (Rebuild)
00:58
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13. |
Chillax feat. Genius
03:27
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14. |
Hey Young World
01:44
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15. |
LevelUp! (Discovery)
01:20
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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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16. |
Catcher In The Rye
03:57
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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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17. |
Shook Up, Shook Down
02:57
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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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18. |
Fly On
02:34
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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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