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For your patience, yeah
For your patience, yeah
For your patience, yeah
For your patience, for your patience
For your patience, my patients, a token of gratitude
Traced ancients I'm placing, toking to gain latitude
Lacing stations with well-thought abnormality
If Mac Miller's the standard, I'm gonna stab normality
Take tabs or cordiality, Thought won't redden a dime
Take dabs, originality comes not from the unmentioned dime
From within the mind, creation is created
On Food For Thought y'all dine, show appreciation
Demonstration of my lyric laceration maddens the faking
Saddened by separation of the nation from their whack presentation
Representation of the real people, where my hip-hop heads?
Bumping Thought cause I ain't in it for cash or a bitch in my bed
Several stitches, medical card got me my meds
When the opportunity comes, I'll be talking at TED
Watching the Dead, walking ahead of the passerby
Gasser sty, acid flies, keep me floating on the sky
On the rye I want my sandwich, when I die I hope I vanish
Y'all nasty like bad radish, no wonder rap's so famished
Purple cabbage in my salads, purple grammage in my salads
Urkel's bammage by the gallon up the ass of Drake's whack ballads
Khaled ain't no disc jockey, he just jockeys dicks
Fags everywhere in the game, bitch take your pick
Bitch, take this hit, go show it to your girlfriends
Itching to take the summit as mine until the world ends
J-CLAUD done learned trends, where has that got him?
Twenty-eight, still before the fame, waiting for autumn?
In the summer of his lifespan, Summer, gimme hummer, later sodom
Combined Jay-Z and Akon, that's the fap-fap-rap masturbator totem
I rot them when I blow out the underground, already grown
Dropping tracks to blow sub-woofers you punks all already blown
Writing songs in my iPhone that don't work as a phone
Aim to give them hos moans, don't fuck with that monotone
Just that moan-OH-tone, just that marveled flow from Dena
Tryna hit the game as hard as Ike was hitting Tina
As hard as Bob was hitting Whitney, just to represent
Raging on the stage just to teach y'all what temper meant
So what's my temperament? Fuck man, I don't really know
Check my temperature, I usually run about Ninety-Six-Oh
Got that Ninety-Six flow on them Twenty-One-Four beats
As white as the falling snow but fuck y'all this here's some sleet
Now take a seat, everybody, lemme show you how it's done
Here to do it right, not just here to have some fun
Not just here to make some muns, but damn right that shit's expected
Watering the ganja plants y'all motherfuckers done neglected
Thought gonna remind you that the old school's resurrected
Imagined Herbal, purple cabbage, y'all's passage been rejected
Imagined Herbal, purple cabbage, y'all's passage been rejected
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Forestry ft. Shako Speel & Mozenraff
Holla to the kickbacks, smoke down racks
Gonna stack the tracks til' I got the greenbacks
Weak lats, but a strong voice, true emcee
Lemme count down the “one, two, three
Four”, want some more? Hit the dance floor
I promise on my whore you shan't be bored
These chants been stored, tour around the
World rocking all the cities chorally
Chlorine in my eyeholes can't kill this vibe
Got lean on that White Owl, puff it in stride
Puffing stuff inside, huffing ain't for us, you see?
Smokey Bear's mad, we burning forestry
Blazing trees, hazing the wannabes
Like Brandstetter logic, it's impossible to see
Kim Possible could rhyme your masterpiece
Thought stirring y'all into jealousy
And I'm like “oh my fucking god”
Let Go! Of the bullshit baby
(Let Go Of The Bullshit And You'll Feel So Good)
And I'm like “oh my fucking god”
Let Go! Of the bullshit baby
(Let Go Of The Bullshit And You'll Feel So Good)
Scoop it up if you can find a bag big enough to fit it
fuck a critic, it ain’t swag, I’m just pumping lyrics
Into those that wanna hear me out, I’ve come to reign and heal the drought
About to see what I’m about and learn to love it
If it’s only coming out your mouth, you need to add some heart
Tag along and I’mma play my part in bringing back the art
Keep it simple, not keeping it complicated
I lead with a proper statement, this leaping across the nation
This is hardcore, domination of the art form
Take it however you wanna take it, it could start wars
Part floors, on another spectrum I go off course
Rocking every day, I’m dedicated and give all towards
What I live for, there’s room for that
Take my time, putting letters over booms and baps
You know we just getting started with it, fool relax
The medicated got you faded off the shrooms and wax, huh?
And I'm like “oh my fucking god”
Let Go! Of the bullshit baby
(Let Go Of The Bullshit And You'll Feel So Good)
And I'm like “oh my fucking god”
Let Go! Of the bullshit baby
(Let Go Of The Bullshit And You'll Feel So Good)
Jamming straight, gonna rock it steady
Gonna hit that bowl if the weed is heavy heady
Never burning as a Me, only burning as a We
Loving Mary's loving, got that nuggetry
Nothing bugging me, nothing wrong with today
In a rare mood, talkative and saying “ay!”
Wanna find a girl to lay across my big, warm sheets
Tossed like an empty ziplock, honey, please
Gin rummy knees, “He's stoned, don't mind him”
All the homies ask “Who got the lines?” “It's him”
The Thought got the rhymes, Thought rocks all the time
No white lines and no bammer weed
Only that rasta pine, for dinner? Pasta's fine
Boss the wine, time I taught y'all how to rhyme live
Confidence in ability, competence is ability
For real it's the destination, cue the journey
Yo, yo, drop it like it’s hot
Drop that bullshit like fresh dung from a bull’s buttocks
All these lies are blocked by my dreadlocks
And they wonder why I never put my hair up
Anyway, this is audio screenplay, minus the acting
Real life is attracting, hold on tight to your problems
And you will get no action! Let go of the bull, it’s distracting
It is extracting good vibes within good measures
Bullshit covers up life’s treasures
Don’t chase the pleasures, like money, better watch yo clock!
I’ll spill the Shako on the thirteenth floor that’s just the Thought
I couldn’t peel like a Jack-o’Lantern, that’s just a bar
Shit, I could give a fuck about being a star
A five-pointed symbol for war
More than shining is what I have in store
Oh my fucking god, just let it GO
Let it flow, let it glow
The meaning of life is higher than the Tower of Babylon
Higher than pearly gates, higher than what we can see
But if you let the bullshit weigh you down, it won’t feel so good
FORESTRY
And I'm like “oh my fucking god”
Let Go! Of the bullshit baby
(Let Go Of The Bullshit And You'll Feel So Good)
And I'm like “oh my fucking god”
Let Go! Of the bullshit baby
(Let Go Of The Bullshit And You'll Feel So Good)
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I just wanna tell you something
I just wanna tell you something
I just wanna tell you something
I just wanna tell you something
I just wanna tell you something
I just wanna tell you something
I just wanna tell you something, pumpkin
You know, I've been dreaming of that blumpkin
You gave me, you saved me, oh baby
You're something I hadn't found before, a lady
I'm hazy, I know, so I'm taking it slow
Still tryna decide where I want us to go
But you just drop it low, get me going good
I'm infatuated you the hottest bitch in this hood
And your tits good, nah they goddamn great
Even though we only rendezvous late
Had to wait about three weeks while I was in LA
Even though I fucked a bitch bout five of them days
But hey, when I'm here, you're my favorite
Finna ask you out, buy you a bracelet
The matrix is favoring you out of the mixture
Shall we share this elixir?
I Just Wanna Tell You Something
Tell You Something
Tell You Something
I just Wanna
(tell you that I dig you baby) Tell You Something (I just wanna)
(get up underneath you baby) Tell You Something (I just wanna)
(tell you that I dig you baby) Tell You Something (I just wanna)
(get up underneath you)
I just wanna tell you something
I just wanna tell you something
I just wanna tell you something
I just wanna tell you that I think I need you
I'm an accomplished liar but this I believe is true
Figured what I should do, was open up
So here I am lyrically trying my luck
I'm just tryna get it in with you, get an interview
Every inch of you is what I'm in, getting to
Commit a sin a two, but it's worth it right?
The way we get together is out of motherfucking sight
You're beautiful, you're damn fine and you're smart as fuck
You find me the same and you've mastered how to suck
Let's start a ruckus in the bed
Let that beat ride, focus on what I've said
Euphoric vibes for what you do to me
Floral choral chorus I'm Horus in the sheets
I think you're what I seek, I'll give you a week
But in the meantime let's freak
Take a peek and what you and me could be
It's a perfect ID and this the land of the free
Don't plan on marrying thee, just being truthful
But I think dating each other would be most fruitful
I just wanna tell you something, girl
You're the most perfect thing in this frozen world
I just wanna tell you that you're special
Get on my level
I Just Wanna Tell You Something
Tell You Something
Tell You Something
I just Wanna
(tell you that I dig you baby) Tell You Something (I just wanna)
(get up underneath you baby) Tell You Something (I just wanna)
(tell you that I dig you baby) Tell You Something (I just wanna)
(get up underneath you)
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Jason
I'd like to think that he would say “I'm sorry”
But the inanimate cannot speak
Daydreaming of a sorry for the starry-eyed safari
Into a jungle of tweak
Heroin is no Heroine, villain to the lifespan
Cripple those who stand, and cripple me
Trickle-down theory, but emotionally that the
Favorite Mabie kicked the can
Picked this man, man, from the family
Only relative relatively brave enough to be family
Never trading love for majority approval
Chosen mentor during my removal
Ostracized was I, by the death of my lies
But now your dead eyes haunt my blue skies
I tried to warn you of relapse, steer you back
From the cliff, tracks collapsed, out of grasp
Into a coma's lapse, universal gasp
At your casket, the clutch-est cousin lacked
Now I'm wracked, with sorrow, hollow
The usual intoxicant's sleep I borrow
Gotta get my Z's somehow
So I'm just blowing on them weed clouds
I wept like a child from the seventh aisle
While your miles-cleaner sister spoke yesterday
Told us of the turtle of clay, feel of bile
Rising up my esophagus, your sarcophagus paid
Tribute to inhibit tunes with exhibit you
Limit my rigid self-control, with images shown of you
And Kasey, who like I, boo-hooed, wish you
Could see how much I've grown
I finally finished Tis The Season, but guess what?
I had to dedicate it to you, open and shut
You choked on your vomit, you damned ironic sonnet
Now I'm smoking bubonic chronic, sipping tonics
To frolic in non-solids when all this makes me need to vomit
Come and gone... Halley's Comet
Holistic denial of egotistic beguile when I'm broken
For sanity I'm hoping, in the meantime toking
Tolkien's saga, Lady Gaga compared to your Mana
Not literal magic but your energetic support
I'd kill myself tonight to see you Manana
But I still need to drop the album, of course, of course
I don't know if your parents' faith is true
Whether there's another life after this
I doubt it, think exhalation is the last thing you do
But I'll grant them belief, admit my guilty wish
Listen up cousin, from the heavens above
I'll forever return your unconditional love
Unconditional shove, if we ever meet again
For causing me to lose my only blood related friend
Damn you, but somehow, blessed be
I confessed the guessed divinity denies anti-theist me
Less is more, poor is free, is mourning permanent
Cause it's just a couple months now since Grandpa went
And a couple months hence then, Amelia fled
The demons I introduced her to, wrists ran rivers of red
I didn't even get a chance to tell you that I'm dying
To hear your voice calmly state to “stop crying”
But I can't stop, or I won't, I can't tell any longer
Still loathe cops, still rely on my bong for
Emotional stability, when my will to live wanders
You got my smiles laundered, your passing, nothing feels wronger
Staring at the blue yonder, asking why?
Staring at the blue yonder, asking why?
Staring at the blue yonder, asking why?
Staring at the blue yonder, asking why?
Staring at the blue yonder, asking why?
Staring at the blue yonder, asking why?
Why'd you have to go and die?
What pain pangs the loudest anguish
Is your actions' language languished suicidal
No one's willing to admit it at the banquet
Behind the church just two years post-bridal
Idle unemployment, but the ablest mind
One of a kind, stable, compared to mines
But as time after time the best of us are stolen early
You were the next in line
I chime in with these rhymes beg for the effect of wine
Leg or arm offerings for you lifted from your pine
You were gifted, we all knew it, but you done screwed it
Screwed the pooch, hit the hooch, went too loose, shit
And left behind for your cousin, kind though you were to him
A desire to crawl out from beneath this skin
I fucking hate you for your addiction
But I love you cause you're still the only Mabie who listened
It's no fucking fair, only you were there
Now it's only I that for I cares
Jason, I'm just asking why?
Why'd you have to go?
Why'd you have to go and die?
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Back Home
Going Back Home
Sixty credits from Back Home
Gone so I'm going Back Home
Got homies down to get a pad
Back Home
Got bitches, ain't sad
Back Home
No reason to stay: perfect reason to go
Man I swear I transferred all my classes, dean of students need some glasses
Cause I done got fucked bad with it, now I'm mad ditching, mom's bitching
While I bust this mission, moving back where I was raised
The city of my everlasting praise, place where I got pepper-sprayed
Place where I got tazed, bro
I crave for LA, raving for days about the way I used to live
Man I used to live, now simply existing
Trying not to give a fuck that I'm starving, that blood I've been barfing
My skin has hardened from the winter just restarting, I beg your pardon
Gotta drop my guard and let y'all in my personal garden
Smoke myself retarded tryna force out my mistakes
Channel my anger through diss tapes, pissed at fate
For deciding such an early list date for the Reaper
Oh the Reaper, closing in so reefer, inhaled deeper, THC-per
As I count down, painfully slow, hounds at my heels
Where shall I go? How do I feel? I feel betrayed
By the sound of what I say losing ground without pay
Time I found a way to display that Montana State
Flays and fillets their student body, Quite oddly
As we're the ones who pay their salary
Trey malarkey, like Gnarls Barkley, say “Fuck You” with some backbone
To BZ, heading back home
Going Back Home
Sixty credits from Back Home
Gone so I'm going Back Home
Got homies down to get a pad
Back Home
Got bitches, ain't sad
Back Home
No reason to stay: perfect reason to go
I got fucked over, what luck of the Irish? What four-leaf clover?
My girl, I wove her a portrait of my life, caused her to slit her wrists with a knife
Oh strife, how rife must suffering be? How long til' I meet Phife?
How long til' I gain recognition for these rhymes I type?
Trying hype, flying kites in my mind cause it's just too cold outside
Bowls of pine, burned down daily, feeling frail lately
No safety, but I'm fine, Once a day I dine, away my life I'll sign
Just for a chance to live before on my Soul, Satan dines
Hating time for melting before my eyes, I bore with lies
Though I tell them often to get by,
Even when it's blood I'm coughing, I just claim I'm high
Hi, I'm Jack, master of disguising myself
Masturbate in stealth, death got a date with my health, I'm late on some wealth
But I got knowledge, not from college, from collages of causes
For my psychiatric lozenges, need some gauze for this; the wound I keep hidden
The truth that my mind with anxiety is ridden, my piety for lyrics I've written
Is truth, but a smidgen I left out, that my doubt of a God in the clouds
Is why I puff clouds and worship the sound of the crowned champion verses
Headed for the hearses, for opportunity I'm searching
Fuck the curtains closing, I'm toning my flow and going Back Home
Going back to chrome skylines and seascapes
For dome from black bitches not just blonde sluts who're tryna date
Who tryna escape? Mouths agape
Thought sought no scandals, All them Watergate
As I scrape the bottom-feeders off my plate
Serve them up on KIIS FM, Steph FM, Replacement Ref FM
I'm blessed, not them, can't stress the gems enough
Enough, it's time to call this, tough
Montana it's been rough, so I'm going back home
Go ahead and try to call my goddamn “Bluff”
I'm going going, back back to Pasadena, California
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Play My Part
There's a drink called Jack and Coke, now that's irony
Cause this here Jack spent a few months snorting ivory
MacGyver-y diary of snow-stained memories in this bank
Riddled with holes from when I took xanies and still drank
But I done walked that plank, now The Thought's stoned
Giving me creativity with which to lyrically hone
Throw me a bone, not a boner, I'm sober though a loner
Muscle-toner I may not be but I damn well be a donor
Y'all thought I was a goner, I was just about to phone her
Call her up for dinner to find out if she's a moaner
Awkward? I, Mabie, may be the word monster
Concocter of Hades but no Frankenstein Doctor
Boppers are over at the show, I'm a show-stopper
Don't let her in the show, stop her, pop, lock and drop her
Then plop her on they ass, demand the tab in cash
If they try to flash or dash, toss them in with the trash
Smoke a ball of hash, preferably in the gas mask
If The Thought can't snap it, it's an impossible task
Sip on a flask, tickle they ass, get promiscuous
Back off that smack talk or I might diss you, bish
Toking on the ish, my dick be a dozen bitches wish
Here like a cigarette, she gotta scratch that itch
Finna be rich, enough so to bankrupt Texaco
And buy a couple hundred hos down in Mexico
Got that “whoa, look at that white boy go!” flow
And that “whoa , where did the ceiling go?” dro
Rolling forty percent, let these haters ferment
Here to remind the hip-hop privates what “Sir!” meant
Her booty bent so I break out a can of booty sweat
Cause you can booty bet I make her pussy wet
Gimme bout a year, I'll be on them charts
I'm the King on the board, just here to Play My Part
If you're looking for beef, Don't even start.
The Thought is the King, here to play my part
Spending my days rapping from the heart
I'm King Thought, just here to play my part
Whatchu gon' play? Whatchu gon' play?
Whatchu gon' play? Whatchu gon' play?
Whatchu gon' play? Whatchu gon' play?
I'll take the lead part, but only if you pay me double
Could you suck my dick? Or should I be more subtle?
Smoke a couple double-bubbles, don't get in trouble
Make them fuckers quiver, T-Rex to your bitch-made puddle
Looking confuddled, oh you know it's the psilocybin
Skydiving, still rhyming, knock y'all the fuck out like Tyson
Rap game Donkey Kong, this honky rips hip-hop songs
Nickname Jack the Ripper for how I rip that bong
Bang a gong and get it on with Asians in thongs
This bitch and I ain't nothing but mammals, nothing wrong
Thirty-two bars long, but also got me eight inches
Just for the bitches, but my pride is in my thickness
Both of dick and vocabulary, rap game truth fairy
Got a cat named Gary, my balls kinda hairy
But I'll never tarry and don't even try to overthrow
I've been a King so long I'm kind of over thrones
Drugs I condone, but I consider me a role model
Mainly because I abstain from desires to hit the bottle
Hit the throttle, bump that old track named “Wobble”
Gobble a meal cause I got the munchies, no toggle
Got some goggles, but that's for Big Sky
Just here for the bitches with them thick thighs
And I like them multicolored eyes, even if she Bi
Always hunting cherry pie, I ain't gonna lie
Don't know why you other rappers are so damn weak
On a decade-long losing streak of rap-game tweak
So take a seat or take a peek, if thrills you seek
I just bought about a half ounce, so yeah I reek
Oh no The Thought, go, go, we caught
Warned y'all about jacking my tracks, best be taught
The lames I've fought, fame I've earned
Just here for the pot, because it is time to burn
TEK.LUN TEK.LUN TEK.LUN
Whatchu gon' play? Whatchu gon' play?
Whatchu gon' play? Gon' Play My Part
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and I got too high tonight, waiting on them sober lights
Woken from my dreams by a stream of light through the window
and I know it's all better
Let the sun shine and glare, let the sun dry my hair, soul's kindle
and I know it's all better
Let no one sigh and stare, let no one try and dare, Nintendo
and I know it's all better
Toking on blue dream with a beam in eye, burn the Indo'
and I know it's all better
I may waste hours tasting flowers, daily powered by ganja,
Mary wants the marijuana so I'm gonna swoop through
I stay baked, shower, late bite, maybe BAUUER on my walk to
Simply, rarely wanna, less Mary love me, love you too
Wake and baking, getting stone-y to the dome-y with the homies
And you know we know nobody can tell us not to
Straight no breaking, hitting phonies with the only microphoning
That show we go buddy-buddy with them well-thought dudes
Ain't no faking, stoner might die overnight, so in my fright
I delight in delighting hip-hop heads and boo-boos
Fame, I'm waiting, boner sight, fried, sober lights go “this alright”
High gets twice as many credited views on YouTube
Stakes is raising, broke? I'm breaking, dope? Just tasting
All the naked ladies who quote this tape lately, making some snu-snu
Take this amazing ho I'm dating, coke and JD, mixed-drink making,
Baby, two coats of crepes, Bailey's, drinking on YooHoo
Dark Night's gone, now the light is racing, raising at me
Dark Night's gone, now the light is racing, raising at me
Dark Night's gone, now the light is racing, raising at me
Dark Night's gone, sober lights are racing, raising at me
Dark Night's gone, sober lights are racing, raising at me
Sober lights are racing, raising at me
Sober lights are racing, raising at me
Sober lights are racing at me
and I got too high tonight, waiting on them sober lights
Too high!
The sun’s coming up, the night is over!
God damn it, I had to much, I’m never sober!
Somebody bring me down, you don’t know what I’m about, I need Jehovah
God damn, god damn, I need to sober up…
I don’t know when to stop, god forgot to build an off switch
Need to keep it calm, honestly I do this often
Damn, man, I might end up in a coffin
Saucin, gotta keep it lean, need to toss it
Feeling pretty good, but this good got me talking
Vision getting tricky at the Liq, now I’m chopping
Popping, pills left and right, bad option
I think I need to stop it, OW
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Bullet In A Crackpipe
The homie Andre used to roll with a crew
Ain't my place to share details about what they used to do
But he was thugging hard, had a brand-new .22
Thought himself hood, he good with Broadway 52's
He was slanging, he was smoking on the rock
Made that billfold, not no tweaker sucking cock
Ran a dozen blocks, where Vatos strapped with Glocks
Came down an alleyway, he heard a “pop, pop, pop”
Andre's homie dropped, Andre gets to moving
Not clean of mind, no time to ponder what he's doing
Got red on his blue tee, so like the gang movies
The terms of Justice and Vengeance were confusing
Hit a store down the street, got some ammunition
Getting psyched up, for his revenge, Andre's itching
In his mind it didn't matter if he went to prison
The homie had tunnel vision, he'd made his decision
He bought a box of lead, he had it in his head
That he was gonna pull the trigger, shoot those fuckers dead
He figured Bloodstones, he pictured tombstones
Hit his phone, said “we gonna hit these goons at home”
They pull a drive by, villains got a party inside
Andre shouted “This is for Jerome!”, killed about nine
He felt fulfilled for a time, but remembered their cries
A murder's a burden, let alone nine in one night
He says “I'm fine” as right up, he lights
A small rock propped up in his crack pipe
Been a few hours now since the shots were fired
Andre's three puffs in but he's finna get higher
He lit the bowl, one final time, to take a hit
When a loud “BANG” was heard, then “Holy Shit!”
A .22 cap had gotten lodged in his glass
When he bought ammo while thinking too brash
Those cripping with him saw the gash and dashed
Less occupied with Andre's injury than escaping from the brass
Found about an hour later, inches to death
Laughing bout poetic justice, said he was Macbeth
It flew straight through his mouth, out through his neck
The doctors failed to save him, his moms was a wreck
Take a sec to think clearly, that's the lesson I write
Lest you end up like Andre, Bullet in a Crackpipe
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Dead Man Walking ft. Electroma
On and on and on and on
Flirting with death 'til the break of dawn
On and on and on and on
Pissing by minutes while I'm alone
On and on and on and on
Pain won't stop me, staying fully stoned
Singing On and on and on and on
Dead man walking on the frosted lawn
Learning to maintain my psyche amidst the ominous threat
Common sense maintains I proceed to fight these debts
I owe, the line I toe, the lines I show off to feel alive
I know, the time is so the mistakes of mine don't kill the vibe
Done killed the vibe before, while with that white whore
The white lines I adored brought me to the floor, praise the day
I opened up my door, watching for what more the wind had worn
Than the celestial soul, pour my heart into a flask, I just may
I must say, dearest goddess with your might, where's the light?
At the end of this tunnel? At the vast horizon of my sight?
I see nil but blight, I still be chill, alright, but my mind's contorted
Into a face of anguish, ancients lavish in my pain they've hoarded
All my mind's windows boarded to keep the hungry demons out
In denial I'm truly stored in that very hungry demon's mouth
Being chewed alive, broken down into the mix
Olden oaken drowns in the rich, down another bottle of Vicks
I'm just skipping stones on the River Styx
Teasing breath off the Devil's lips
Revel an eighth or a fifth to fight death and exist
Blow out the candles, let the smoke drift off the wicks
I'm just skipping stones on the River Styx
Teasing breath off the Devil's lips
Revel an eighth or a fifth to fight death and exist
Blow out the candles, let the smoke drift off the wicks
I'm just skipping stones on the River Styx (I'm a Dead Man Walking)
I'm just skipping stones on the River Styx (I'm a Dead Man Walking)
I'm just skipping stones on the River Styx (I'm a Dead Man Walking)
I'm just skipping stones on the River Styx (I'm a Dead Man Walking)
Step by step we walk through hell
And breath by breath we run to death
Step by step we walk through hell
Breath by breath we run to death
On and on and on and on
Flirting with death 'til the break of dawn
On and on and on and on
Dead man walking on the frosted lawn
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Re:Animation (start of the B-Side)
Reach through the dirt, pull myself to reanimation
Back to life, back to fight these knights of regurgitation
Rap might be your hobby but it's my consecration
Pained to see you fail, I need workman's compensation
You claim you're the best, here's my recantation
Are you truly real or merely a vivid hallucination
It seems your falsification in achieving glorification
Was just dissociation from your honest adaptation
Add footnotes to your identity to validate your fame
And simultaneously contaminate the entire game
Your persona a la fabricate
You'll soon cease to fascinate
You've made hip-hop dilapidate
Damn right you be inadequate
Gotta activate your mind, calculate to navigate
Not hip-hop assassinate, I demand y'all fucking abdicate
Hop off the throne, we done throwing you a bone
Time to step down to one whose talents been honed
I'll let you live, but your life is on loan
On condition you get out of town, pick up and go
Don't pick up a phone, your old life is dead
Get the idea that you'll be missed up on out of your head
It done been decided, music's better off without
The lyrical equivalent to a bad case of gout
Homie, what's the dilly? Why you tearing up?
Need a binky? Need mommy to come and hold your cuck?
Hold your fucks, please don't gimme none
It was easier explaining to Pauly Shore that his career was done
You been outperformed, Thought out's the norm
Yo, get the popcorn, let's make a show out of this storm
Yo, worship my form, my style and my words
Thought to the Mainstream? Live revenge of the Nerds
Y'all call it quoting tracks, I call it masturbation
To Thought the master mass word mason of this nation
My password secret but my ass herd, the public
Giving out more to my people than a socialist republic
Socialites repugnant is how I'd describe the so-called “best”
Those formally real, such as Eminem and Kanye West
Such a shame that former greats sell the fuck out
Shamed, shut the gates on their tour dates that sell out
At the brim of hell's mouth, the lips of The Pit
I've reanimated talent to save y'all from this shit
Nothing wronger than all the garbage they been spewing
Longer than on a jawbreaker any be chewing
The rage in my bones for the stage and the throne
More deserving of victory than Caesar of Rome
I said I'd Play My Part, didn't figure I'd have to take it
So blessed be the Thought, may the gods let him make it
Y'all thought I was dead, but I'm not
Reanimated, still The Thought
Gone straight to the head, like some pot
What to eat instead, Food For Thought
Food For Thought
Food For Thought
Food For Thought
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Baby Mabie
This One's For The Baby Mabie
This One's For My Little Bro
This One's For The Baby Mabie
This One's Gonna Take It Slow
Maybe I'll be famous, or maybe I'll fall off
Either way the Baby Mabie gonna make it to the top
Maybe I'm just crazy, Maybe I should stop
Maybe I just gotta come back and do The Hop
Yo fuck the cops, they masters at the stop n frisk
Bitches acting frisky, baby, stop asking for the dick
You ain't gotta beg and plead, Thought just here to please
Thought myself the dankest till Baby Mabie took the lead
Stay Tuned for his tunes, y'all ladies bout to swoon
Won't be no debating when SEITO rocks the room
Shot up to the moon, don't shoot up drugs or thugs
Remember your humanity, grab on and give a tug
We got baggage, we lug luggage, but keep that shit at home
I for one don't think it's hip-hop if that shit off the dome
Take a little loan, no autotune no monotone
Phone you up your homies “ay let's book it to the show”
What's shown is shining, what's to come is liquid fire
Thought just getting high, Baby Mabie thinking higher
I won't drink a drop, but I might cop an eighth
I won't fuck no bops but if you're classy we can date
The movies Open Late, go catch a midnight showing
Once it ends, we'll walk home, she'll get to blowing
But truth be told she's into me cause she already knowing
Both the Mabie Brothers steady flowing
Maybe it's the Genes
Maybe it's the Lies
Maybe it's the Sum
Of all the bullshit we been through
Maybe it's the Genes
Maybe it's the Lies
Or Maybe it's Youth
And Young Manhood... And Young Manhood too
I used to beat you up for nothing, best believe I regret
I passed it on from dad, but they're my actions, it's my debt
I used to fret, both night and day
Whether you approved of me, and knew that I would say
“I apologize for the past, alas, I know it's unforgiven”
You're too kind to have kept low blow aspects hidden
I've been sitting on a sorry for far too long, So here it is
I know I used to lie to you a lot when we were kids
Maybe I protected you, or maybe I did more damage
But either way I know my anger was poorly managed
I was too naive, I was far too weak
I sought, I seek, a healthier relation so to speak
It's tense and awkward when we share a space
I feel your eyes trying to peek beneath my face
I know you're right to chase, but I want you to know
Big Brother's got your back, this face ain't for show
I mean this face ain't for show, not this face ain't fosho, yknow?
I'm not just here to show face, baby bro.
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Oldest Child
I try to never talk about me
Try to keep conversations skin deep
I try to never talk about the
Vivid imagery that stalks my sleep
I avoid speaking of the memories that haunt me all day
Devoid of freaking everything that flaunt life as okay
The frayed nerves are here to stay
Taunted by the leaking thoughts I accidentally say
Mentally, every day's another mission
Barely play for bitches, only play the wishing game
Barely muster energy to get from bed to kitchen
Witches brew of rape and stitches is where I place the blame
Wish to stray from the same, the same old shit
Being poor, a ways from fame, damn I always bitch
Four months no ditching, steady staying in the kitchen
Hey, now listen, I'm ready to forfeit the game
Portrait of insane, dissociate from the pain
Lames laugh back from Mirror, negotiate the gains
Exfoliate my brain, appearing not to have aged
For someone so self-loathing I seem so fucking vain
Wish I could visit Spain
But my wage too low, my rent's my ball and chain
My bills been running train, and I been stressing out
Less is more but rest been less than easy to attain
No doubt I'm troubled, my bouts of bliss I learned to feign
Kissed by drought, routed, buckled, turned to flame
Subtle struggle, yearn to flee the deathly route
Stomp some puddles in the rain til' redferns dress my grave
I try to never talk about myself
I try to never talk about my health
I try to never talk about my past
Gonna run this race and finish last
I try to never talk about my dad
Never talk of why I'm always sad
I try to never talk about myself
Never gonna tell you how it felt
Cause it burned, burned me down
Down to ashes on the ground
Cause it burned, burned me down
Down to ashes on the ground
And the rain came pouring down
(it put the fire out)
And the rain came pouring down
(it put the fire out)
And the rain came pouring down
And the rain came pouring down
Rotten to the core, foundational corruption
When at five you're seeing hell, you can't believe in nothing
Not peace, not even heaven, your mind too busy fussing
Over whether yet again today, spontaneous combustion
Termites to the soul, a light draft could break you down
But God fucking Help you if you let them see you frown
Keep your posture straight, mask your proper face
Knowing all that waits at home is a four letter noun
I lost my youth to weekly rounds of the cruelest acts
And five years since I left I'm still dueling panic attacks
The urine in my mattress reminds me often of the tax
The toll your actions took on me, the coverup of facts
I had a knack for lying and you reinforced that well
To the point where I think back and I can't even tell
Whether I ever loved another human or if I just said the words you taught me to, and forced myself to smile
The only clarity remaining in the brainstem you were staining is the trauma you created when you raped your oldest child
It still hurts to tell the truth, but slowly I've been gaining
Back my efforts to get from riled up to mild
Anger issues haunt my life, anxiety haunts my love
All the while you're taunting me with a constant pile
Of checks and texts, claiming love for your former bitch
Pissed attempts to mend our rift with gifted guilt trips
I missed innocence, now I'm dying, wrapping gyros
All because of your abuse yet you front like you're a hero
I never talk about myself, I keep my sorrows quiet
But truth be told, emotion-wise, I'm near about to riot
I was a baby when you raped me, and I'm still crying
Ever since it started, all I dream about is dying
Cause you fucked, fucked me up
You fucked me up in the head, pops.
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Petrichor
It's the smell of the concrete after it rains
Only reason I have ever smiled without pain
It fills my nose with waves upon waves of nostalgia
Saves me from the present, past and neuralgia
Take me to Tegucigalpa, let me escape this place
Let me escape this life, this unwinnable race
Against time, against my mind, yeah, yeah, I'm fine
A quotation I have repeated and always lied
I did lines hoping I would die from an overdose
So my family wouldn't blame themselves for suicide
I kept shoving powders up where the odors go
Cause pops laughed as I drowned beneath the tide
The first cried drizzle after the sizzling summer
Like the fiddle's worst, A wide blithering bummer
Shot a bullet through my heart, and didn't feel a thing
I'm dumb, dumb and dumber to think that I can sing
I smoke dope to cope, choke on my hidden tears
Tore what I wrote, sunk my damn boat, winter's nearly here
Love the smells of autumn, but it is damn fleeting
My heart's beating, my soul's weeping, my mind's seeping
While I'm keeping together only by the force of glue
Ironic rain's a memory I don't remember blue
It's the smell of dew on grass after a shower
Behind my shield of marijuana smoke I tend to cower
Burning flowers, hating cowards of the moral variety
Feel as if I'm damned for at seven losing my piety
I damn the deity y'all worship, for this hardship
For I'm marred with the tarred witches I've had relationships with
The bitches, the horrendous paternal as well
Most time cause no nostalgia, see such as hell
But it's just as well, guess time will tell, can't be predicted
Whether I'll have time to live, whether I'll see what is depicted
Hope I'll be picked by the masses as deserving of love
For this short life is all I'll get, no heavens above
Feathers of doves burned by my inner fury
What I have to suppress lest it release in flurry
Not a worry though, I've got it under control
Strange that when it rains I wish to go for a stroll
It's the smell of tears on your hair after I cry
The kind of hauntingly romantic memories that make want to die
But I'll just sigh
Cause even though this life has sucked, it's still mine
I hate the smell of gasoline for I can still feel the burns
But the smell of petrichor is one I tend to yearn
My mind learned by conditioning that it's good
It means the storm has passed, sunshine on my hood
I stood and flipped the bird at the bitch of life
Just because I'm overweight don't mean I ain't lithe
The keys are gorgeous so I try to write poetry
Lucky I got high today, rejoicing the potency
Never cut myself, unlike many in these positions
Well, not physically, but I'm still depression's rhetorician
I've known the hellish cold of a scorned childhood
But somehow this aroma makes me feel mildly good
Petrichor got me feeling mildly good
Petrichor got me feeling mildly good
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Schmeep Schmoop Schmop ft. Mozenraff
And my mind goes Schmeep Schmoop Schmop
When I got a bag of shroomies to drop
Trippy Thursdays have got me feeling on top
You know that on mushrooms you never stop
And my mind goes Schmeep Schmoop Schmop
When I got a bag of shroomies to drop
Trippy Thursdays have got me feeling on top
You know that on mushrooms you never stop
Tripping on shroomies with the homies, smoking bleezies
Staring down at Los Angeles, my favorite city
La La Land, city of angels and fucking elves, delve
Into these lyrics, a bag shroomies, now empty on the shelf
Now I'm back in the BZ, the 406, while you act a silly bitch
Pitch a hundred mile per hour fastball gimmick, no glitch
Blundered and stuttered, while I'm cooking with cannabutter
You lame life-boat rudders in the gutter while I plunder
Mutter interrupted by little children, well then step off
My coughs off toked smoke, I choke, cope it you soft
Mind-fucking ability, bitches, trippy Thursdays with me
Are often lyrically malicious and delicious get itchy
Suffering from withdrawal without my balls to rap honestly
Tonic-free, hydroponic THC, Mozenraff is in with me
Monastery of rhythm, lyrical pluralism, mysticism
Blimp-ism soaring, Brainstorm's pouring, bomb system
Churn out these burns to those, yet to of me, learn
Stern express for their earning, they fans been turned
Cremated by my rhymes, in an urn, decorated in honor
To the fool brave enough to challenge my lyrical fodder
Hip-hop robot, er, Spotter of nuggage for that high rubbage
Luggage, Carry along, high from a bong, no more curmudgeon
Cooking tea on the oven top, beezies want more rubbing, stop!
I know once I take me a sip, I'm tripping balls, bop
Going Schmeep Schmoop Schmop
Cause I had a bag of shroomies, I dropped
Trippy Thursdays have got me feeling on top
You know that on mushrooms, you never stop
And my mind goes Schmeep Schmoop Schmop
When I got a bag of shroomies to drop
Trippy Thursdays have got me feeling on top
You know that on mushrooms you never stop
We’re shrooming, my conscious is moving
My Thoughts are a movie, my mind is repelling Lucy
Caps got me woozy, The Thought said chop em up
And throw ‘em in a smoothie, fucking Schmoomie
I see boobies, I see dragons, I see planets, where’s my doobie
Jack, why is time oozing out the atmosphere?
And staring us down like we owe it something, get out of here!
I let all fears go via stems, vision cleanse
My third eye don’t blink past three grams
Bird’s-eye view, check my wingspan
Ante meridieum, Mufasa’s my wingman (sup Aramak?)
My brain is free from prison
Feels like I’m stuck in a prism, as I’m dissecting the system
My mind open got your morals choking that scene ‘til chaos
Mosif, I always ask cause it pays off
Until the eighth hour when the caps wear off
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What Went Wrong? I Still Love U
What went wrong?
it's been three years since we last had a chance to speak
it's been three and a half since I last landed a kiss on your cheek
I miss you like it's going out of style
what went wrong, amelia? Why couldn't we go the mile?
was it just my cowardice? Was it just the cannabis?
Whatever happened to our youthful smiles?
What killed the bliss? What put to rest the myth?
It seemed so real but fell apart, put ourselves on trial
but did I fuck it up the worst by fleeing to exile?
Possibly, younger me tended to be a bitch
which reminds me, I told the stories I keep off file
was it the painful truth that drove you to the switch?
The switch to the switchblade, the flood of your blood?
I guess it was a mistake to tell the truth, I wish
I could'a kept my mouth shut, instead I'm bewitched
we couldn't last, then broke up, so was our love a dud?
I don't think so, I don't wanna think so
What Went Wrong?
truth be told, I told you the truth, I needed to
wasn't all my fault it fucked your world up, i'm pleading you
I didn't know your sanity relied on the lies you told yourself
I didn't realize the shine of your eyes was danger in its stealth
please understand, for our love to work, I needed you
to know the life I lived, to understand the pain of my youth
as basic information as to why I'm so aloof
but as you unraveled, I thought I felt outta love with you
I'm such a fool, let love slip through my fingers
By being such a selfish dick to you
By being such a selfish dick to you
I pushed you away, or I guess I pushed myself
Left you for Montana, I put my feelings on the shelf
I left you by yourself, all alone and broken, crying
within a couple months, you were on the verge of dying
rather, killing yourself, too damaged to heal
couldn't manage or control the way you would feel
lost faith in God, lost faith in family
all because of me, you found life to be a fantasy
so in your moral atrophy, you committed blasphemy
you took your life, took yourself to malady
RIP, I can't believe your selfish fallacy
I loved you... And now it's agony
I loved you & now it's agony
What went wrong, Amelia? Was it really just me?
I loved you & now it's agony
What went wrong, Amelia? Was it really just me?
I don't think so, I don't wanna think so
What Went Wrong?
I gotta get over her, I gotta get myself laid
it's been a year and a half, why have I stayed
so chaste, so long without the favored taste?
Of the place between thighs, the place decored in lace
it's been ages, three stages of growth at no pace
no love in the winter, no saving of face
drop a bunch of bimmer, august twenty thirteen
honestly, what came over me? Where's jack in the beanie?
Frosting his weenie, freezing in the tundras
it's been blunders to find a beezie willing to go under
but not just that, I haven't really even tried
to keep it a hunned, I cockblock myself all the time
I focus on the rhymes, somehow never distracted
Hermit on his grind, gotta let myself get at it
I used craigslist like a simp, trying to find action
she's ancient with big tits, but I need satisfaction
she comes over for some playtime, chubby and she thirty five
I get it in, I blow her mind, but can't get mine
no matter how hard I try, even stuck inside
the truest side of my person was breaking down, lying
to myself, I tried to fuck my way to moving on
but only broke the dawn, realized my fatal flaws
I tried to make love, but wasn't up to task
slowly tears broke forth, pushed aside the mask
I can't go through with it...
I still love you
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Wintersick / Oldest Child Reprise
Just got off work, I'm just tryna make it home
Just put in work, I'm just tryna take the throne
Covered in dirt, tired of spending nights alone
Can't quench this thirst, just a dog without a bone
Damn my head hurt, I'm just tryna smoke a bowl
I can't get turnt, I ain't tryna bite a flow
As my pipe burns, I could cop another O
But I just work, sift through thoughts to find some gold
My bones still hurt, outside's young but inside old
Got home, fuck work, came inside from out the cold
It's winter, warm yourself with splinters of this sinner
Inner melancholy as I grow my roots beneath these cinders
Never a winner, but a grip of ties keeps me unhindered
Ain't got no game, but I'm steady staying up on Tinder
I might be lame, but the talents I profess ain't fiction
Grab a homie, sit 'em down, play Food For Thought and beg they listen
Half the time y'all missing the point of how these words are pistons
Move the vehicular rhythm, storytelling is the mission
I flirt with kissing the ground every day which I'm still living
Just a matter of time 'til I kill myself or make a killing
Sick of wishing, sick of blisters, sick of bills and sick of itching
Life been throwing shade, she said “you better catch what I've been pitching”
I didn't
“Yo Thought!”
What?
“Quit Bitching!”
What?
“I said quit your bitching!”
My bad
and so begins the story
of what, pray tell had lit the fire.
did not the devil bore me?
but what, if not the hellish liar?
who else fits the category?
which had set aflame the pyre?
Immaculate or aleatory?
I'll share the magnifier.
1961 the oldest child was newly born
the youngest child of seven children of the corn
the eldest aged at seven years
the second youngest barely one
all seven raised with irish catholic fear
of the priest up the street and mother, former nun
soon another youngest came, dead within a year
as the oldest child became acquainted with the fear
peered again at one, fully reared to pray at five
by then the eldest siblings had been twisted by the lies
they'd been twisted by the pain, rotted by the cries
for help, while twisted men taught wicked crimes
trauma and hormones pushed them to find
something to fuck, they did as assigned
the youngest ones, six, five and four at the time
were out of luck, molested, as father had designed
the second youngest, broke inside his mind
a survival-born psychosis blossomed and refined
to feelings, he was blind, pushed them all aside
the most human part of him quickly died
by ten, the sociopathetic side had taken hold
of his soul, or what lied, shriveled up and cold
and then his brothers stopped, lo behold
the moment he became the oldest child in the fold
he smiled when others did, he did what he was told
set on holding power, set on holding gold
sat on holy order, and everybody knows
sat on brick and mortar, and everybody knows
to everybody show your perfect veneer
to everybody, know, you're perfect, it's clear
to every body, show, or purpose you'll near
to everybody, grow, to purchase your peers
to nobody, show, your personal tears
so nobody knows, the perfect career
was built on a lie, as was the marriage
as was the baby boy you strangled in his carriage
The twisted Oldest Child
even though the brothers
had long since ceased their crimes
the oldest child was smothered
by memories of dying
the sound of baby's crying
had triggered a disease
a mental deconditioning
to feeling empathy
right then, at that moment, he sentenced me
to dying the slow death of PTSD
he billed an infant, let his psyche break free
decided for me what life I would see
bided his time, ‘til the baby was five
needed his mind, not enough just alive
he started with beatings, ended with lies
spoke christian speakings, ending a life
followed with beltings, ended with lies
spoke christian speakings, ending a life
followed with beatings, ended with lies
spoke christian speakings, ending a life
followed by repeating threats on the lives
of my brother and my mother, if I were to whine
finished with the screaming,
the bleeding and the cries
as he forced me,
and stabbed his flesh between my thighs
The twisted Oldest Child
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Eyes On The Road ft. Electroma
The meaning of life is to find meaning in life
I found life's meaning in the rhymes that I type
I'm not here to typecast a flow or a style
Figured deeper in my mind is where I'd go for a while
I recognize I got a lot of anger issues to work out
Wasn't an immaculate Atheist, I learned doubt
I turn out on occasion, evading the laziest route
Jason's death, a year ago, in his memory I will tout
The legacy of Mabies, save it from the rabies
Instilled in the name from the bishop in the eighties
Or the priest, the story's long stretched and muddled
Many stamping truth like some toddler to a puddle
Unravel the puzzle, find out pain is the key-code
Heard the gavel, confuzzled off that c-note
My meaning in life was to rhyme of depression
Bring to light the damage of incestual transgressions
Some whites may have the money
But they long since lost the soul
Sometimes I pray for Mary
Sometimes I pray for gold
I often wish for platinum, but not off marketing
Off the lyrics speaking to your inner, darker thing
We all got our Demons, We all just shy away
We all been at a point where We cry out in pain
We all got our Demons, We all just shy away
Keep in mind your Demons are an illusion of your brain
A mere hallucination, chasten and restrain
A tear's evaporation, baste, cook, and display
We all got our Demons, We all just shy away
Cry in pain, I know how you feel, listen to what I say
The meaning of life is to find meaning in life
Keep your eyes on the road, find time to do you right
We all got our Demons, We all stand up and fight
We all been at our darkest, racing for the light
Racing for the light… eyes on the road
Haunted by my younger self, haunted by my father's wealth
Haunted by the running race against my health
Taunted by the memories I force to my subconscious
Flaunted it at first but so personal, I found obnoxious
The noxious fumes of my room from terrifying dreams
Daunting task to sleep, still nauseous, lying, crying streams
Finding basic effort is Atlas underneath his boulder
With every passing day the warmth I used to know grows colder
No way to say if I'm a boy, a man, or something older
I play with toys, I pay my dues, I ice my shoulders
I try to keep my eyes ahead, praying for a future past
Where my Father said I'd max before his days is last
I never wished to be a carbon copy of my demons
Or use my elementary toilets to deposit semen
My meaning in life is to reassemble all my pieces
Scheming for a new identity, reinventing all the seasons
I used to reason with my demons, asking them to leave
I used to cover up in blankets, I used to kick and scream
I used to translate all my anger into twisted deeds
But I found one must fight themselves to succeed
Some kids may have safe havens
But I fell straight down the well
Some days I pray for Jason
Some days I pray for hell
I often damn myself for this, that, and other things
But, chew your Food For Thought, Jack, it's time for you to sing
We all got our Demons, We all just shy away
We all been at a point where We cry out in pain
We all got our Demons, We all just shy away
Keep in mind your Demons are an illusion of your brain
A mere hallucination, chasten and restrain
A tear's evaporation, baste, cook, and display
We all got our Demons, We all just shy away
Cry in pain, I know how you feel, listen to what I say
The meaning of life is to find meaning in life
Keep your eyes on the road, find time to do you right
We all got our Demons, We all stand up and fight
We all been at our darkest, racing for the light
Racing for the light… eyes on the road
No matter the rise, no matter the fall
Keep your eyes right on the road
No matter where you’ve been or where you’ll go
Keep your eyes right on the road
No matter the rise, no matter the fall
Keep your eyes right on the road
No matter where you’ve been or where you’ll go
Keep your eyes right on the road
Keep your eyes right on the road
Keep your head out of the clouds
And keep your eyes right on the road
No matter where you’ve been or where you’ll go
Keep your eyes right on the road
Keep your head out of the clouds
And keep your eyes on the road
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don't be confused if you're from the alternate reality where this album is still two and a half hours long, that's just the Mandela Effect
Food For Thought was an overindulgent, overweight, ineffective, clumsy mess: just like I am! I've been trying to better myself in a lot of ways, including exercising and dieting for the first time in years and taking some of the toxicity and self-destructive bullshit out of my life (or at least my behavior). In doing so I have come to realize how many songs on the Double Disc version were more like candy, cigarettes or soda than they were entrees and side dishes, and the whole point was to serve up a buffet, not open a convenience store.
This is admittedly also related to the way I went about using these beats, which I am no longer in the habit of doing. All of my future releases will be direct collaborations with producers and artists, not simply recording myself over the beats I'm inspired to write to.
I ask forgiveness from those producers who are still on here, especially those whose names appear multiple times, as though I'm cutting 19 of the tracks from the tracklisting, I still fully believe that the contents of this project are a number of stories worth telling and songs worth singing and I hope anyone who listens to this new and improved sequence, where the fat is trimmed of the meat and the vegetables are served with brown rice instead of dessert, can appreciate the vision of the project and the themes of the struggles I've faced in life. It took five years of penny pinching to afford recording the 42 songs on the original cut of the album, and I know now that money could have gone better toward selectively recording the best material and paying as needed for the production, but hindsight is 20/20 and I don't want the brainchild I was incubating for five years to die in infancy.
An infinite amount of love and idolization to everyone involved, directly or indirectly, with the creation of Food For Thought. I can't wait to share some of the material I've been working on in the last six months.
BLAQKNOIZ
AFFILIATED MINDS
