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Love... (Skit)
00:09
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You
03:33
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It don’t matter if the rain falls down, cause I’ll be beside you,
And if you ever do get wet, I’ll be the one to dry you,
I need to see your face; I need to see you when you awake, I need you, I need you,
I need to keep you safe, I need to need you and need you to need me babe.
Honey dew, I need you, I need you in my life,
Call you my sun cause you have been my light,
Call you the one, cause you have been Ms. Right,
So every-time we speak, I gotta come with my limericks tight, (with my limericks tight),
I speak-nice, I delight in writing shit she likes,
She likes it all because it’s Nick she likes,
She is an angel, angel, sent here to save me,
Gave me two babies, she is my lady,
Lady, never leave me alone girl,
Talking to my wife, yeah I’m talking to my home-girl,
Home girl, that’s where my heart will be at,
Be at, I know that you see that, see that,
See that? That’s how you write a love letter,
When you know she loves you, every time her love lets her,
Stay home while you on stage, unwatched and un-caged,
Every week, calling you to tell you what your sons say.
It don’t matter if the rain falls down, cause I’ll be beside you,
And if you ever do get wet, I’ll be the one to dry you,
I need to see your face; I need to see you when you awake, I need you, I need you,
I need to keep you safe, I need to need you and need you to need me babe.
There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do, I’ll be ya tank,
I put that on the diamond that I used to show my thanks,
My feelings are so conflicted; I swore I’d never trust a chick, and stuck to it,
The problem is you gave me kids; you could never be just a bitch,
Well okay, I’ll admit, there’s some days where, just a bit,
But that’s to be expected when your husband’s always such a,
Prickly rose bush, addicted to his sickness and his notebooks,
Simmered in his life so long, it seems he slow-cooked,
He’s no good; I don’t know what you see in him,
But girl I’m glad you saw it, cause it eased the pain of being him,
My life was mundane. You saved me from the tedium,
I wrote these lines, just so I could picture you repeating them,
I’ll be your man; I’ll be your friend and I’ll be your fella,
I’ll be your raincoat, your flood-pants, your umbrella,
Ella and all you ever need to be is you,
Cause baby, you are all I need to ever need for me it’s true.
It don’t matter if the rain falls down, cause I’ll be beside you,
And if you ever do get wet, I’ll be the one to dry you,
I need to see your face; I need to see you when you awake, I need you, I need you,
I need to keep you safe, I need to need you and need you to need me babe. (X3)
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3. |
Falling Out (Skit)
00:27
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4. |
To Chase an Angel
04:01
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She wanders in and out of consciousness I follow her with faith, trying to steal her song,
She sings hauntingly, mockingly, angel wings taunting, but she’s done no wrong.
I need her in my life, but when I speak to her she laughs, then continues with her beautiful,
And I know that our wedding will occur on the day that I see my funereal.
I can hug her but can’t hold her, I can see her but to watch her,
Is a pleasure I’m not getting with, my angel’s come to Earth,
She brings life with what she sings, a wife without a ring,
We can never be together cause there’s poison in my verse,
It hurts, I feel I’m cursed, though, many say I’m blessed,
They rarely see beneath the surface of the person I protect,
Excuse me, person I neglect excuse me, person I reflect,
It’s truly sad I know, cause I don’t know one person that I’ve met,
So to meet the first one I connect with then lose her, is detrimental,
I’m losing what’s left of mental, stability, temperamental,
It’s killing me, fate just keeps us apart,
Cold and calloused and hard, with no regard for the heart,
With no regard for the situation I’m hating to the fullest extent,
I’m all alone cause my words make bullets of pens,
She is an angel, she’s on another level,
Untouchable by one who has been touched by the devil.
Devil on my shoulder, two more on my back,
But my other shoulders bare I got no angel to match,
So as I lay me down to rot, I try to find her in my thoughts,
And as her footsteps fade away I wish I’d watched, I wish I’d watched…
Devil on my shoulder, two more on my back,
But my other shoulders bare I got no angel to match,
So as I lay me down to rot, I try to find her in my thoughts,
And as her footsteps fade away I wish I’d watched, I wish I’d watched…
I need to see her again I need to hear her sound,
I need to breathe her in I need to pull her down,
Miss Angel, can’t you just forsake your halo,
Clip your wings, and come and help me make the days go?
Don’t say it I fear I may break if you say no,
Call me putty in your hands; I’m play-dough,
I lay hopes mine on the line every-time to get dashed,
It’s a long fall down, but I’ll climb to get back,
You’re a dime among pennies, sure sign of a heaven,
You’re a queen amongst peasants; your design is perfection,
You deny my affection, so, resigned to depression,
Am I, you got me sicker than a sinus infection,
But, girl, it seems, I’ll only mind for a second,
Cause I’m mindless for you, so I find I forget it,
In minute or so, til then, fine then, forget it,
Like I never said it, medic, what you got for my soul?
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6. |
Rock Bottom 2010
02:40
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Could I make you feel my pain?
Can you relate and have you felt the same?
I think I finally hit rock bottom, yeah,
I think I finally hit rock bottom…
I’m bottoming out. I’ve hit my lowest point,
Probably hit the bucket too much, I need smoke a joint,
Re-assess, maybe quit, so my breathing’s best,
Stop the smokes, cease the cess, drop the dro, ease my chest,
I’m a mess, just a ball of stress and aggression,
Caught between self-reflection and this Smith ‘N Wesson,
That I’ve been caressing while contemplating death and,
The consequences therein, my kids, wife and parents,
It’s kinda depressing and I’m kinda depressed,
My flow’s kinda divine, still I’m trying to impress,
When I’m, head of the line, maybe ahead of my time,
I’m ready baby, I’m ready! So lemme just shine,
Cause I speak from the mouth what I write with the heart,
Put my coeur on my sleeves, like new tattoo art,
Still I’m stuck going nowhere fast, at light speed,
Soon I think I’ll have to take a torch to this pipe dream.
Could I make you feel my pain?
Can you relate and have you felt the same?
I think I finally hit rock bottom, yeah,
I think I finally hit rock bottom…
It’s looking like the only place to go is up,
So can you blame me if I seem a little broken up?
Or if I’m smoking up, I mean I’m joking, but,
What if I wasn’t and the only way I cope’s with bud?
On top of that imagine I’m starving and broke as fuck,
Thought I was a smart drink of water until I broke the cup,
And I am old enough to know what’s up, know corruption,
Mostly cause I am so corrupted and it was so seductive,
And then I learned a game for dope I hustled, posted up,
And sold a couple even though I hated it and know it’s trouble,
And I hate to fuel stereotypes,
But it was either that or back to stealing stereos and bikes,
That scenario’s not right, am I right? Alright,
So to deal with my self-hate for that, I write,
If you haven’t felt my pain by now, you haven’t lived,
Rock bottom, gotta see Hell to see what Heaven is, its life.
Could I make you feel my pain?
Can you relate and have you felt the same?
I think I finally hit rock bottom, yeah,
I think I finally hit rock bottom…
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7. |
Stairway to Hell (Skit)
00:11
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8. |
Suicidal Sunday
02:10
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Looking down, I’m imagining death from off this rooftop,
Sure I’ll miss my kids but I’ll get to meet 2pac,
With one fast move, I could be a legend,
Problem is, if I jump, I ain’t seeing heaven,
But I feel like this is hell, I’m trapped in depression
Cracking around the edges cause I’m lacking direction,
Which way do I go from here? It’s unclear,
Got a screw loose and my transmission’s missing some gears,
Like Bluetooth, I’m hearing voices whisper in my ears,
When I turn around there’s nothing, like the speaker disappears,
Still I hear it crystal clear, like I’m schizo of the year,
Bout to blow up in your faces, like a missile in the mirror,
So my mission is for dolo, need to roll out on some Michelin’s
Need to fire up the pistons, get guapped, get an assistant,
But it’s daunting when you see what you’ve been wanting in the distance,
And your past is chasing, racing just to haunt you to the finish.
Which way do I go from here, it’s unclear,
I’m spinning, spinning, spinning out of control,
I’m outta control, I’m on a one way,
Hell’s looking tempting, suicidal Sunday.
Mortuary Monday, toe-tagged on Tuesday,
My wake on Wednesday, dead, but with dues paid,
Funereal on Thursday, family in disarray,
Viewing me with distaste, body still on display,
Three sons to kiss me, three sons to miss me,
I’ve already be-gun to be-come history,
Gone with the wind, on with the sin,
I’m off to fight the Devil, only armed with grin,
Too lost in my daydream, barely heard the footsteps,
Knew it was the cops already, didn’t even look yet,
Turned around, wondering what they could wanna ask me,
And suddenly a Rodney stick knocked me into last week,
Knocked me on my ass cheeks, kicked me, gave me crack teeth,
Yelling “this is punishment for every single bad deed”,
Don’t know why I’m getting it, or why they want me crucified?
They beat me til they booked me for attempted suicide……say what?
Which way do I go from here, it’s unclear,
I’m spinning, spinning, spinning out of control,
I’m outta control, I’m on a one way,
Hell’s looking tempting, suicidal Sunday.
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9. |
Sentencing (Skit)
00:28
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10. |
Sonic Therapy
02:29
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Uh, It’s like spittin’ in the wind,
The way you keep abusing yourself, over and over again,
Yeah, yeah it’s sad to see,
When someone so close to triumph clutches tragedy, no,
No, you ain’t glad to be living,
Wake up everyday asking why you had to be living,
Uh-huh, I think it’s classic depression Josh,
Sit your ass down please; class is in session josh,
Uh, don’t let the past lead to present probs,
Last thing you need is people having to get involved,
Yeah, you got a problem you’ll hafta sweat to solve,
Bets are off; I can let you off if this gets resolved, no,
No, can’t take the cuffs or the pressure off,
Not until I see the full scene you elect to draw,
You’re running on fumes, so switch to ethanol,
No need to get gassed up Josh; be an electric car.
[I think you have this….this whole picture of me that’s just not…not…not representing me the way I should be represented. I just…lemme put it this way….would you be willing to have your future dictated…by a bunch of people who could never really know you? Seems like I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t, you know?]
Excuses, excuses, they’re fucking useless,
You’re stuck with me, Josh, as if you were cuffed to me, Josh,
You’re utterly flawed, nutty or you’re nothing at all,
It must be torture, really, let me make the suffering halt,
You can trust me; you can trust me with your secrets,
Nothing goes past this room unless I see fit,
Most people I can read, but I can’t read you,
I need you to open up, be totally see through.
{You want me………to be open with you……really?
Hmmm…..ha, alright man….I’ll do my best.}
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11. |
Just Another Day
03:01
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It’s…just another day in Loon-don Ontario,
Blazed out of my mind,
It’s…just another killer tune for your stereo,
Baby, I’m on my grind.
Day, Light, whatever man,
I hustle, I hustle,
Late, Night, whatever man,
I hustle, I hustle.
From the eyes of Mr. Wolfe it seems,
We’ll see the best. Let it play like a movie scene,
He is depressed, thus dangerous, Nuts, no not crazy,
It’s just he’s real angry, and just as frustrated,
His luck, is never with him enough, to ever lift him,
Corrupt, is what he isn’t, he’s nothing like his image,
He’s tough because he has to be, because he needs the cash to feed,
His children, so necessity is really why he’s grinding,
But in the early days, his reasoning was different,
The influence of gangsta’ rap, had got him wanting diamonds,
And so he hustled, yup, yup he hustled,
Got switched up and went from using brains to muscles,
Still, he never lost his edge, nope, never lost his head,
No-one ever had his back, so he’d watch his own instead,
The fast-life, so fast in fact that past his life he sped,
Singing “I hustle” while he’s tracking down his bread.
(Hook)
Hustle he does, he states the facts,
Everyday, on the block where he’s stationed at,
Whether rain, sleet, snow, tornado or hail,
He posts up in the trap house, waiting on jail,
Schizophrenic, a paranoid hypochondriac,
Man’s scared to die of a wound he hasn’t gotten yet,
He doesn’t sleep much, nope, nor does he talk a lot,
He’s going through a transformation, like an Auto-bot,
Maybe Decepticon, raps, but he gets slept upon,
Acts like he deflects it, but actually connects it,
With the fact that he’s black, so these assholes expect it,
Let the mattress reflect that they have napped on the bredren,
So he’s snapping, all he can say is “I’m a hustla”,
Both hands bustin, gats yelling out “WHASSUP?”
Strays hitting people, people hitting the ground,
They went from hating on, to hearing his sound. (Shots)
It’s…just another day in Loon-don Ontario,
Blazed out of my mind,
It’s…just another killer tune for your stereo,
Baby, I’m on my grind.
Day, Light, whatever man,
I hustle, I hustle,
Late, Night, whatever man,
I hustle, I hustle.
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12. |
Whereabouts
03:19
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Another day another custie, my story it must be,
Sick of hustling, sick of wondering when I’ll get busted,
I’m sick of being sick and sick of being frustrated,
Not sick of being Nick, but I am sick of waiting,
For my shot, so I’m taking it, the speed of sound, I’m breaking it,
So listen up and witness the beginning of some crazy shit,
I dream of making it, but lately I been hating this,
Dependency on penning these venomous paper statements,
And I wonder if it could be, too little, too late,
Fuck, I’m hungry enough to eat two plates,
But I got two sons and a wife its like,
Battlin two guns, with nothing but a knife,
You can’t win, it’s no flick there’s no stand-ins,
Just fam and no team, so no hands in,
No hand-outs for a rap stand-out,
So I’m picturing my son and wifey camped out.
No-one cares about me, cares about you,
Except you and yours, when you’re hungry and poor
You can’t expect me to care about you,
Where you’ve been and what it is you do
Cause no-one cares about you, cares about me,
Except me and mine, and that’s just, fine,
I don’t expect you to care about me,
Where I been or my whereabouts be.
I need to break free, go on tour and make beats,
What’s this album 3 after Shaving the Sheep,
It’s frustrating ‘cause everyone who hears me flips,
Yet here I sit, typing on this piece of shit,
Not liking how I’m fighting for a place to spit,
Can’t afford a mic cause wifey just had my kid,
So I’m at a crossroads, and I’m feeling no love,
Back to a wall that got tagged by Bone Thugs.
No-one cares about me, cares about you,
Except you and yours, when you’re hungry and poor
You can’t expect me to care about you,
Where you’ve been and what it is you do
Cause no-one cares about you, cares about me,
Except me and mine, and that’s just, fine,
I don’t expect you to care about me,
Where I been or my whereabouts be.
Who, what and where am I? Do you care?
I’m no-one, I’m nothing, I live nowhere,
I do not exist, you’re not really hearing, this,
Which doesn’t ever really spew from, my lips,
So it shouldn’t bother you a bit, if I bitch,
Should it, no it couldn’t cause I didn’t write, it,
So it must have been another with my likeness,
My brightness, or my need to guide the sight-less,
Or those walking in the darkness, light-less,
Before they fall down and wake up life-less.
Fall down and wake up life-less….
Fall down and wake up life-less….
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13. |
Backwards
03:34
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My worlds all backwards, nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
It’s backwards! Nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
I guess they wanna see me pissed off, my mind-state it is so frail,
I’m irate; I can’t keep these primates off my coattails,
Talentless, apes, swinging off the nuts of a great,
Wouldn’t know original if it was fucking their face,
Rap around here’s a fucking disgrace,
A bunch of fake-gangsta’ gossip-queens, nothing but fake,
A little substance to their shit is just too much to ask,
So there’s nothing to their spit, it’s just too butt, its ass,
Their flow’s been used up their crew’s fucking trash,
I’d smoke these little bitches, like two puffs and pass,
To prove what, for starters I grew up too fast,
Mine mind wrecked, I learned life, through cutting class,
I’m too fucked, spent youth cuffed, abused, sloughed,
Went through much, awaiting the day that I blew up,
Who to trust? Apparently no-one that doesn’t know me,
My circle is getting smaller, suspicious of all my homies.
(Bridge)
Am I blind, am I deaf, am I dumb no I’m not,
I can see ‘em all for what they are,
They’re in line, think they’re next and they want their shots,
But they’re small fish to a shark.
My worlds all backwards, nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
Not new and no nuisance, I’m more like a new scent,
My two-cents, is two and ten-tenths times that of you gents,
And maybe I’m just too tense, or maybe it’s just good sense,
But really I don’t need a thing, especially not a new friend,
It’s backwards, the dog meows, the windows now a wall,
The cat just growls at me and I’ll fly before I fall,
I will sink above it all, until I crash down into first place,
It’s backwards, like these so called rappers taste in wordplay,
It’s backwards, like a girl not fucking on the first date,
I sat back and watched the scene get wacker every Thursday,
It’s backwards, how do y’all suck worse with practice?
Spitting like you chop rocks, looking like some addicts,
Waiting for a dude who is dope you can collab with,
If not me then e-mail G and see where Shad is,
It’s backwards, how is it they’re showing no progression,
No forward motion, no passion, just pussies with no direction.
My worlds all backwards, nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
It’s backwards! Nothing here looks the same anymore,
Everything is opposite from the way it was before,
Backwards, how is it that I keep working hard,
Driving everyone I see but they won’t put gas in the car?
Am I blind, am I deaf, am I dumb no I’m not,
I can see ‘em all for what they are,
They’re in line, think they’re next and they want their shots,
But they’re small fish to a shark.
Am I blind, am I deaf, am I dumb no I’m not,
I can see ‘em all for what they are,
They’re in line, think they’re next and they want their shots,
But they’re small fish to a shark.
Keep swimming, keep treading,
Keep swimming keep treading,
Keep ya head above water
Keep swimming, keep treading,
Keep swimming keep treading,
Keep ya head above water
Keep swimming, keep treading,
Keep swimming keep treading,
Keep ya head above water
Keep swimming, keep treading,
Keep swimming keep treading,
Keep ya head above water
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14. |
Which Wayz Up?
03:34
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I’m spinning in circles don’t know which way’s up, (which way’s up)
But I can’t go down,
And If my life was a fight, I wonder if I’d stay up (I wonder if I’d stay up)
Or would I hit the ground
I’m spinning in circles don’t know which way’s up, (which way’s up)
But I can’t go down,
I got the champ where I want him I need one more round (One more round)
And I’m taking the crown.
I’m bout to rise up and lose this depression,
Used to think that wise up was the stupidest question,
Then abruptly about-faced and flew in new directions,
Consumed by what I knew and what you now know I was blessed with,
This gift with the text, this special way of speaking,
I’m a beacon in the darkness cause my deepness is exceeding,
What I’m seeing in these quote garbage unquote artists,
Some dope, most not improving, none go harder,
Some flow smarter, some don’t and some won’t ever,
No, never know, what it’s like to get a fan letter, Oh!
And so, I am the jewel in the trash,
Will I be found? Or is my future doomed to be my past?
Am I soon to be relapsed and retracing my tracks?
And not the ones I write, but the ones that take me back,
To my life before I rapped, at about the time I snapped,
Stopped caring bout my burning world and laid down in the ash.
(Hook)
I’m taking it, as if it wasn’t mine already,
There, I finally said it out loud I’m king ‘til my beheading,
And I’m Shaving the Sheep, leading the lemmings,
Master of the Mogwai , so I’m teaching the Gremlins,
I’m lethal, inventive, plus I think my speech is just venom,
I cash cheques for the text y’all got a freeze in your spending,
I’m a master of my craft, these emcees are apprenticed,
I should seize ‘em ‘til they seizure and I’m seeing a sentence,
Plus I’m Caesar when I’m speaking a sentence; I’m like a seer,
Spit flames, leave ‘em lightly seared, now my place is likely clear,
You’d be stupid, but you’re welcome to come fight me here,
On any day of any week, through every month in every year,
And since my ship is sailing in a steady gear,
I Guess I’ll steer, or float into this mist until I disappear,
So while I’m here the biggest difference made is in the mirror,
I went from young and dumb to being older than my living years.
I’m spinning in circles don’t know which way’s up, (which way’s up)
But I can’t go down,
And If my life was a fight, I wonder if I’d stay up (I wonder if I’d stay up)
Or would I hit the ground
I’m spinning in circles don’t know which way’s up, (which way’s up)
But I can’t go down,
I got the champ where I want him I need one more round (One more round)
And I’m taking the crown.
Now I’m finished with the spinning and I’m circling,
I’m beating on the champ’s head, I’m positive I’m hurting him,
The problem is: I’m worse than him; I’m going against the odds
Even though I’m working him, he’s still smirking at my shots,
Cause he’s virtually a God, more deserving of his spot,
My diversity’s a plus but his work has seen applause,
And he’s worthy of my awe, but I’m worthy of his throne,
And he’s wordy and I’m wordy, must be surely where we’ve grown,
But I’ve come too far to be force-fed defeat,
It’s a war, like horse-head in his bed while he sleeps,
It’s not him it’s the place that he’s in which I seek,
Business before friends, I need these ends for my seeds,
So it’s left, right, left, right, jabs and my hooks tight,
Something in his eyes don’t look right, look right,
Left, right, left, right, jabs and my hooks tight,
Something in his eyes don’t look right, goodnight,
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15. |
Progress (Skit)
00:05
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16. |
Schemin'
03:18
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It’s like I’m screaming, but I’m trapped in a box,
Still dreaming, scheming on hatching my plot,
If they listened, looked close, and actually watched,
At the top, they’d whisper that I hafta be stopped,
Until then, lemme gather my props,I’m just chillin,
Writing everyday watching custies gag on my crops,
And I don’t got too many friends, but I keep it on lock,
So everywhere I go they hang from my crotch, yup, yup.
How long I’m s’posed to sit and wait for my shot, before I take it,
How many shot’s can I take, before I’m under the table,
How far can I crawl, before I’m cuffed by a cop,
And how far is the wall?, I haven’t come to a stop,
I’m in a crises, I feel I’m the nicest existing,
A born writer but I haven’t yet achieved recognition,
So I get tighter, and build skills with multiple projects,
Madhattr, Rugged One, J-Dub, and Logik,
And the beats go on, that’s only oh-seven,
I’m only 25, when I die I’ll be a legend,
I cast a presence that you feel when I walk in the room,
When haters see you face to face, they wasn’t talking to you,
Cause I’m the type who’d turn the club into a coffin or tomb,
I offer you doom, speak truth often it’s gloomy,
So sue me, sorry that I put life to light,
But tell me, why’d you buy an album you don’t like?
It’s like I’m screaming, but I’m trapped in a box,
Still dreaming, scheming on hatching my plot,
If they listened, looked close, and actually watched,
At the top, they’d whisper that I hafta be stopped,
Until then, lemme gather my props,I’m just chillin,
Writing everyday watching custies gag on my crops,
And I don’t got too many friends, but I keep it on lock,
So everywhere I go they hang from my crotch.
The days grow so short, it’s always night here,
And it always rains, but I’m always right here,
And I’m, doing alright okay? Say what you saying,
They just wanna bring you down, with this game that they playing,
You see ‘em and they groupies, all on the jock,
But the second that you leave, they all wanna talk,
That’s why not too many can hang in my circle,
The closer that they get, the more they can hurt you,
I’m concerned with my life, not with making friends,
I just like to make music, plus I get the ends,
So I’m chilling, living out my life like a dream,
Pen to sheet always just about to burst at the seams,
Cause my dreams are extreme, even when awake,
I expect a lot from me, and that’s what it’ll take,
So I practice and I wait, until I can escape,
Off the weight of these I statements I make.
(Hook)
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17. |
Think Too Much
03:55
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I think I’m crazy, I think, I think I’m crazy,
I think I’m past the brink and think I’m sinking deeper baby,
I think I hate me, I think, I think I hate me,
I think, I think I’m nuts, I think I’m thinking too much lately.
Lock me up, throw away the key,
Can I still be saved from me? Probably not until they,
Lock me up, throw away the key and,
Leave me alone with my crazy, my cra-e-azy.
Is part of me, contributes to my artistry,
Conjoined to my soul and attached at the heart of me,
It’s in my veins and my blood and my arteries,
Operates my brain, am I thug, well, partially,
Not really though, I think I’m probably too smart to be,
And plus, growing up in Canada wasn’t too hard for me,
I’m just naturally fucked; that’s what I’ve figured,
Since my white half first called my black half a nigger,
I’m a snap happy half black, backpacking, pack rat,
Rap writing, mass-tatted, ass, who works with Madhatt,
I think I’m crazy. They probably should lock me up,
I, me and myself; we’re happy just to talk to us,
Cause we’ve been called a lot of things, most often nuts,
Never had it bad, we just had the most awful luck,
By we; we mean me, I and myself again,
Someone aim straight for the brains, cause there’s helping them.
(Hook)
Could you, could you leave me alone?
Could you, could you, could you leave me alone with my cra-e-azy,
Could you, could you leave me alone?
Could you, could you, could you leave me alone with my cra-e-azy, {Bridge}
Please? It’s all I ever really knew,
My crazy, your crazy, his crazy too,
I absorbed the world’s insanity and spit it back out,
People work or they chop or they get cracked out,
Or worse they do nothing ‘cept watch life pass,
Play vids, be depressed, Burn pot, write raps,
Josh Wolfe, if Mary had a lamb I woulda stole it,
Hacked it into gyro meat, then packaged it and sold it,
I calls em like I sees em, I’m an asshole and I know it,
Plus, imaginative, passionate and masterful with flowing,
I’m the dopest but I think the high doses of doja,
Caused psychosis to fry my mind’s eye’s focus at high voltage,
And still I’ll die smoking, I been the champ,
They call me High Hogan, Blitzed all day, but with my eyes open,
This is what I’ve chosen; this is how I’m closing,
I’m done I see your opinion through your bi-focals.
You think I’m crazy, you think, you think I’m crazy,
You think I’m past the brink and think I’m sinking deeper baby,
You think I hate me, you think, you think I hate me,
You think, you think I’m nuts, I think you’re thinking too much lately.
Lock me up, throw away the key,
Can I still be saved from me? Probably now that they have,
Locked me up, thrown away the key and,
Left me alone with my crazy, my cra-e-azy.
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18. |
Pick a Letter... (Skit)
00:09
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19. |
Shades of Gray
03:53
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These days, all I see are, shades of grey,
Still hoping, still praying that you’ll save the day,
Even though you said I made my grave. (X2)
I see life in many shades of grey, I’m never happy,
And I’m writing you this letter, hoping that you’ll come and take away,
The pain that you have left me with, sorry and sad,
Like a robber nabbed, partner left me holding the bag,
You see my point of view as twisted, my talent as a sickness,
Even when I’m fitting in, you treat me like a misfit,
Even though I’m gifted, you need to keep me distant,
You hate my existence, even though you’ve missed it,
I don’t know myself, yet you act like you know me,
First you cast me out, now you’ve out-grown me?
Please, you’ll never have the satisfaction,
Of knowing that you’re right, one day I’m going platinum,
I’m gonna be a star, I’ve never been a thing,
I don’t care if I’m a star I wanna be the king,
I was born for this, live for this breathe for this passion,
You’ll die not knowing life, that’s just tragic.
These days, all I see are, shades of grey,
Still hoping, still praying that you’ll save the day,
Even though you said I made my grave. (X2)
You think I waste my days, I think you waste your breath,
You want to be respected; I want to be the best,
You wish you weren’t you; I’m trying to be me,
It’s ironic ain’t it? You were the one to teach me,
And now, I’ll be the one to teach you,
Bridge the gap between us; I’ll be the one to reach you,
In your view, I am the one beneath you,
That proves, you’re at least, twice blinder than see-through,
Vampire, when my light shines it’ll eat through,
Your lifeline, it just might kill you to see proof,
That he who you speak to so disrespectfully,
Is lethal at what he choose to do professionally,
Uh, how’d we ever turn to what we are?
When we could have been so much, how’d we let it get so far?
I mean, our interaction is sub-par,
We’re supposed to be close, so how’d we get so far apart?
These days, all I see are, shades of grey,
Still hoping, still praying that you’ll save the day,
Even though you said I made my grave. (X2)
I’m just hoping that you’ll save the day; you can pick the date,
That you want to save my life, I see no escape,
And you ain’t gotta dress up, so you can skip the cape,
I just need your support, my life’s in disarray,
I need to get away, that sounds familiar,
Without an ounce of filler, this is me sans familia,
As I sit here, blazed, at this desk just spacing,
I can see I’ve been frozen out, extricated,
And it drives me to try and be the next to make it,
But your pessimism drags me to depths amazing,
We don’t ever know when we’ll go, it’s so true,
That’s why it’s so dumb, my foe is you,
Woe is you, you have to live with the facts,
Me? I just gotta’ live with the past,
If this is what you call life, can I give it back?
Are there refunds on life? I’d rather get the cash.
These days, all I see are, shades of grey,
Still hoping, still praying that you’ll save the day,
Even though you said I made my grave. (X2)
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20. |
Questions (Skit)
00:07
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21. |
Reel 2 Real
04:41
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I can’t leave here because these streets keep calling my name (keep calling my name),
I can’t see clear, see clear, got my eyes shut due to the pain (due to the pain),
Felt nothing nice in so long, I don’t know how it should feel,
I don’t know which way to go. I know my life is too real.
My vision’s obscured, can I be cured?
Can’t see past my troublesome self, everything’s blurred,
Word, my skills are absurd, need to take verb,
Otherwise I surmise, I’ll spend my life on the serve,
The way I’ve lived, you would think I liked it in dirt,
Open your eye lids. My life has had me fighting since birth,
So I’m cursed, doomed to live forever through verse,
My soul will surf for the serfs, til the airwaves burst,
I’m alone here, eyes shut, tripping through my dark mind,
Tryna’ get my asteroid lit - give it some new-star shine,
Streets love me cause I’m many parts, two parts spine,
The game is fubar and me I do fubar fine,
I’m like two cars, driving when it’s too dark, flying,
On a collision course, no cops, the highways mine,
Can’t see clear, I hands free steer,
I need to get to where I’m going, cause it can’t be here.
I can’t leave here because these streets keep calling my name (keep calling my name),
I can’t see clear, see clear, got my eyes shut due to the pain (due to the pain),
Felt nothing nice in so long, I don’t know how it should feel,
I don’t know which way to go. I know my life is too real.
Directionless, head-spinning like exorcist,
Making music seem effortless, anxious to see my exodus,
Angry inside my chest, so I dangerously repress it,
It’s nagging to be expressed and it’s dragging me to depression,
But nobody knows I’m snapping, I’m close to the edge, an accident,
Waiting on a location that’s safe for me to have happened at,
The world went crazy, I said wait for me,
Had a dream I blew up and escaped this scene, awake now so let’s wait and see,
Never make believe! Me? More like take or thieve,
Maitre D, faithfully serving any fake emcee,
Is it my fate to be placed with the greats? Or majorly,
Disgraced, forsaken, looked over and hated tastelessly?
I’m on a pace to be, basically, King and Ace of these,
Jokers that I let play with me, chase me or face to face with me, hoping,
That they could take me, but lately this rage is making me,
Lose my sense of composure, my coolness and complacency’s over.
I can’t leave here because these streets keep calling my name (keep calling my name),
I can’t see clear, see clear, got my eyes shut due to the pain (due to the pain),
Felt nothing nice in so long, I don’t know how it should feel,
I don’t know which way to go. I know my life is too real.
Reel to reel my reality could fill a film,
Flame spitter, so hot, I probably could kill a kiln,
But my potential is doing nothing to kill the bills,
So I’m working harder to see to it that I still distill,
Ill is ill, better duck cause I fit the bill,
Yup, yup, still I’m stuck, fucked up and never chilled,
Happiness I never feel, darkness keeps me all in black,
Screaming at the voices, but the problem is they holler back,
Telling me I’m falling flat, failure, loser, all of that,
Self-destructing, schizophrenic, discontented, ball of rap,
Circling, but can’t go straight, which way, which way is up,
I cannot, I could not tell and my circle became a rut,
My rut became my cage my cage became my tomb,
My tomb became my inspiration, will be vacant soon,
I’ll rise again to flip the world off its axis,
I will resurrect and become God of this rap shit.
I can’t leave here because these streets keep calling my name (keep calling my name),
I can’t see clear, see clear, got my eyes shut due to the pain (due to the pain),
Felt nothing nice in so long, I don’t know how it should feel,
I don’t know which way to go. I know my life is too real.
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22. |
Tears of Stone
03:08
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I sit and cry these tears of stone,
Because I stand here all alone,
I’ve paid my dues, I’ve broke my bones,
I walked this path lemme take my throne.
I only live to be the best, I breathe to speak the text,
I’m a lethal breed, so easy street is where I hate it best,
I’m so hateful and depressed, that just seeing me can wreck a day,
But people can’t ignore me, cause I spit raps in a special way, it’s,
Nothing to defecate on featherweights, I’m heavyweight,
I brag a lot more than I deprecate on myself,
You either feel me or you don’t, but my talent can’t be argued,
So go ahead and put me down, I make it hard to,
Cause lyrically they fearing me, my vocab is clear to see,
You’ve heard of a monopoly, this has gotta be tyranny,
Eerily reminiscent of idols I grew up cheering,
I’m speeding towards my goals, but destiny’s the one steering,
I’m hearing them say I’m good, and some acknowledge I’m imperial,
I eat beats, like others eat cereal, I’m starving,
I’m all alone here, undiscovered like Martians,
Dues paid, so who I gotta slay, let’s get started.
I sit and cry these tears of stone,
Because I stand here all alone,
I’ve paid my dues, I’ve broke my bones,
I walked this path lemme take my throne.
Lemme take my throne I been waiting patiently, But hip-hop doesn’t know what to make of me,
Rap is, what I gotta thank for saving me, and jail was what I had to thank for raising me,
My trail went off of the beaten path, if you knew me you would never see me laugh,
Got a seedy past, but I’m past that, now I got future as long as the C.D lasts,
I’m trying to see me last, it’s easy cash, when you speak nice slow, and you speak clean fast,
I do both, I’m different, I’m nouveau, so listen, I’ll pole-vault positions, just like that,
I buss nice tracks, write cuz I must write, bite if you must bite, but I’ll bite back,
Y’all write – lies, I write facts, I write classics, y’all write –crap,
All right, you don’t all write wack, but to me y’all weak cuz I ball like Shaq,
Speech been crack, Bin Laden of rap, every single time I spit, make a beat collapse,
Heat on wax, I get you jumping up and down, to the point where ya can’t relax,
I can’t be matched, my boys think it’s funny, when they come around they calling me the anti-Shad,
That ain’t a jab, even though were nothing alike, I think he’s tight, so it can’t be bad,
And I can’t be mad, if I caught half the shine that he’s getting, you could paint me glad,
But I’m antsy, yeah, antsy, still trying to take what the world won’t hand me,
Cuz my wife and my sons, need a better life to come, I do this for my family.
I sit and cry these tears of stone,
Because I stand here all alone,
I’ve paid my dues, I’ve broke my bones,
I walked this path lemme take my throne.
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23. |
By a Thread
02:07
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Gotta get my shit together,
Gotta make my own life better,
Gotta get up, I gotta get up,
Because it seems like I’ve been down forever.
I can’t let go, can’t lose my grip, I will not slip or fall,
I will hold on, I will spread wings I’ll rise above it all,
Sky high - I’m bout to fly, fly, fly,
Sky high – I’m’ bout fly sky high
No rest for the weary or the wicked,
Hanging on dearly, but clearly I’m slipping,
Nearly I fell, but an angel came,
Said, “you can’t die Nick, gotta’ save the game…”
“Get up, you gotta get up and spit flames,
Just get up, never let up and make change,
Shred up what the world would call different,
Embrace what the world would call strange,
Show ‘em what you got nigga, make em want more,
Just make it so hot that they beg you to make it pour,
Said okay I re-loaded, tried to recall who it was I quoted,
Then winded up, for the climb back up, to the grind, got right back on my quota,
But I fell right back to the same shit,
Same cliff, looking down, Josh Wolfe: aimless.
You gotta fall to get up, be on the bottom to rise,
There’s nothing you can show me, I’ve seen it all through these eyes,
I’m hanging on by a thread, I ain’t about to let go,
I’m at the end of this rope. This is the start of the show.
Since it’s the start of the show, I thought I’d switch it up a bit,
Show y’all that I’m better than good. I bet I’m better than sick as fuck with it,
Um, that’s why I’m frustrated, I, I think I’m nuts, maybe,
Cause, cause I am stuck…! Chasing down my chance to blow up, baby,
Flow’s so crazy, just like me, the best in Canada, just might be,
Still I’m unsigned, still I’m unseen, need direction, need to call Spike Lee,
I’m on the bottom and the place to go is up,
I, gotta fly, this earth is so corrupt,
I gotta go, or I will explode,
But I’m still stuck here, getting high for the road and…
You gotta fall to get up, be on the bottom to rise,
There’s nothing you can show me, I’ve seen it all through these eyes,
I’m hanging on by a thread, I ain’t about to let go,
I’m at the end of this rope. This is the start of the show. (X2)
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24. |
Before the Fall (Skit)
00:04
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25. |
To Paper: From Pen
04:00
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It ain’t too funny when you’re falling down,
And ain’t a person coming here to pick you up,
And painful memories are all around you, (AY)
-All around you- (X2)
I really need a helping hand; I don’t think I’m healthy man,
Help me man, I’m dying, to just become myself again,
I think, I think I’m nuts, I think I’m crazy,
And I don’t think that anyone can save me,
I’m seeing ghosts, memories that eat my soul,
Waking up soaked and sweaty, desperate just to keep control,
Breaking up inside my head, reaching out to seize a hold,
Still I end up falling down, not the type to be consoled,
Something inside I is wrong, some piece of my mind is gone,
Some people get kicked when they’re down; I get shit piled on,
Still I try to smile on; even as I lay alone,
Knowing no one’s coming, cause it’s normal that I stay at home,
I don’t really like me, done a lot of bad stuff,
Probably a bad guy, everything just adds up,
Spent my youth gassed up, stealing cars to smash up,
Bouncing in between bad decisions and bad luck.
It ain’t too funny when you’re falling down,
And ain’t a person coming here to pick you up,
And painful memories are all around you, (AY)
-All around you- (X2)
So many nights I couldn’t rest, stressed, capital Depressed,
Tried to capture a deep breath, trapped in my weakness,
Couldn’t escape, you can trace my tracks through the sheep shit,
And then you’ll see why I lace my tracks with some deep shit,
The sun can’t shine here; the black has it eclipsed,
And my world, is only whole smashed into pieces,
A whole life at war, can’t imagine what peace is,
Cause I’ve seen days harder than a slab of the streets is,
Locked up, I learned how deep the madness in me lives,
And now I’m worried sick I might have passed it to three kids,
A lifetime of badness in dreams, battling demons,
Ups and downs, so consistent that I’m actually seasick,
Deserted, disconcerted, as I’m passing with the drift,
Hopeless I float; nothing here to paddle the creek with,
Nothing and no one coming here to chat or to speak with,
Josh Wolfe, I hold in me the wackest of secrets.
It ain’t too funny when you’re falling down,
And ain’t a person coming here to pick you up,
And painful memories are all around you, (AY)
-All around you- (X2)
The walls have crumbled in the house that I built, but never bought,
So I lay in ruins, hoping I die before I rot,
Gazing at a clock, thinking of craziness I’d forgot,
Due to pot, I don’t know who I am, just who I’m not,
And the memories, just flood to the top, breaking the dam,
And it’s so clear; I swear I feel them hate me again,
I’m crying cold tears, lying here, awaiting the end,
Transferring my thoughts to paper from pen, yeah, to paper from pen.
It ain’t too funny when you’re falling down,
And ain’t a person coming here to pick you up,
And painful memories are all around you, (AY)
-All around you- (X2)
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26. |
Once Again
03:18
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Feels like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place,
I’m living like I’m stuck between a cop and a car chase,
I’m sick of these dark days, so could you bring me light,
And could you make everything be right? Cause it,
Feels like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place,
I’m living like I’m stuck between a cop and a car chase,
I’m sick of these dark days, so could you bring me light,
And could you make everything be right, once again…
Yeah, yeah, once again,
I’m feeling claustrophobic baby, walls closing in,
I keep pushing but there’s no give back, I’m just trapped,
Me, myself and I, wishing we could die just to try that,
I need to fly away and never fly back,
Leave you with my fly songs and a tip of my hat,
I’m just, sick of this place, so I need, to pick up the pace,
And change this view that I have won before I even get to the race,
Flow so grimy, flow just changes,
Still I’m slept on, still not famous,
Still straight grinding, without knowing,
What comes next and where I’m going,
Blind faith’s a hell of a thing, makes people believe God,
Makes me just believe in me, no matter what the fucking odds,
My chance of success is something like I was fist fighting Jaws,
Hit the switch, shine on me, lately all the lights been off.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place,
I’m living like I’m stuck between a cop and a car chase,
I’m sick of these dark days, so could you bring me light,
And could you make everything be right? Cause it
Feels like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place,
I’m living like I’m stuck between a cop and a car chase,
I’m sick of these dark days, so could you bring me light,
And could you make everything be right, once again…
`
My world ain’t right it’s wrong,
I would have exploded if I didn’t write this song, c’mon,
My world ain’t right it’s wrong,
So please don’t disturb me until the lights come on.
Cherry lights, camera, action, welcome to the show of my life,
No actors here, just closed captions,
Just real hip-hop and real broke rappers,
Real folks, real wheel spokes, like real matters,
But real don’t, so I’m in a box, locked in,
Thanks for not feeding the animals and not knocking,
Thanks for being here to watch and thanks for not talking,
Thanks for not drinking and driving, or trying to think while walking,
I’ve spent so long on the bottom I possibly might have lost it,
Got problems with pot addiction, but when I’m sober I’m nauseous,
I’m stuck, and thinking I need to speak to a doctor,
Cause people say that I’m crazy, that there’s a line and I cross it,
Or overflow like a sink clog, after I broke the faucet,
My past infested with ghosts, got skeletons in my closet,
Add that to me dealing dope, not able to make deposits,
And that’ll explain me snapping, I’m trapped in the life I authored.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place,
I’m living like I’m stuck between a cop and a car chase,
I’m sick of these dark days, so could you bring me light,
And could you make everything be right? Cause it
Feels like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place,
I’m living like I’m stuck between a cop and a car chase,
I’m sick of these dark days, so could you bring me light,
And could you make everything be right, once again…
My world ain’t right it’s wrong,
I would have exploded if I didn’t write this song, c’mon,
My world ain’t right it’s wrong,
So please don’t disturb me until the lights come on.
My world ain’t right it’s wrong,
I would have exploded if I didn’t write this song, c’mon,
My world ain’t right it’s wrong,
So please don’t disturb me until the lights come on.
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27. |
Question, Answer (Skit)
00:07
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28. |
What I Deserve
03:26
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I have been through Hell trying to find my heaven,
Watched better men die while I kept on living,
I have been knocked down as I walked this earth,
Trying to find my place, trying to get what I deserve,
-I don’t want a thing I haven’t worked for,
Even if I didn’t give my life to the work force,
I put my life to words and it burst forth,
This is my purpose; this is what my birth was for.
I used to wonder why my parents didn’t want me,
Still wonder if it haunts them like it haunts me,
I used to ask God why he ever made me,
No-one really loved me, until she had my baby,
Never thought, maybe, he’d be the one to save me,
The world that I inhabited was crazy, crazy,
Everything was upside-fucked up, yup yup,
Anything for money, ask somebody I stuck up,
I had to learn living, earned jail, spurned prison,
Burned bridges, shaky past gave me a firm vision,
Concerns distant, now my sermons serve difference,
Right down to my name giving certain slurs inference,
On the surface, I’m disturbed, but my words deter mimics,
I just work, trying to open each mind, insert image,
Put my life on a page, put my soul in a sonnet,
Put my heart on my sleeve and bet my shirt on it.
I have been through Hell trying to find my heaven,
Watched better men die while I kept on living,
I have been knocked down as I walked this earth,
Trying to find my place, trying to get what I deserve,
-I don’t want a thing I haven’t worked for,
Even if I didn’t give my life to the work force,
I put my life to words and it burst forth,
This is my purpose; this is what my birth was for.
My speech torches sheets, I speak forceful,
But so deep, to beef with me, you’d need dorsal,
Fins, attached to your spindly limbed torsos,
Many men hate, too bad they’re mere mortals,
Me, I was put here for one thing only,
No man’s slave, there’s no chance that one thing owns me,
I am programmed to go hard, fear no man, fear one God,
Fear no hand, fear no word, fear no work; work no job,
I’ve seen Hell, I wonder if I’ll ever touch heaven,
But I’m asking that question as I’m cutting up a session,
Damn, it seems that I may never learn my lesson,
Cause I learned to burn for stress instead of dealing with depression,
Place pressure on myself to be the best that I can,
I work to separate myself from the rest and advance,
Getting knocked down has only made me strengthen my stance,
I was born for this game; y’all at best are just fans.
I have been through Hell trying to find my heaven,
Watched better men die while I kept on living,
I have been knocked down as I walked this earth,
Trying to find my place, trying to get what I deserve,
I’ve come too far to stop now,
I taste it. I’m almost at the top now,
Yeah, I’ve come too far to stop now,
Greatness! That’s when I’ll start to top out.
I’ve come too far to stop now,
I taste it. I’m almost at the top now,
Yeah, I’ve come too far to stop now,
Greatness! That’s when I’ll start to top out.
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29. |
Can't Do That
03:25
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My pain speaks to the masses, my life’s an open book,
Every day’s a different verse and I’m just here to write the hooks,
My muse is life, so my music rarely proves to soothe the strife,
I wrap myself in darkness, so my tunes consume the light,
I’m the groom and this gloom is my wife, til death parts us,
One of the best to live and spit at least til I’m carcass,
I’m an artist, not the most complex or the smartest,
But my heart proved to be larger than my hardship ever bargained for,
Sure I dug some holes, did some dirt, caused some shit,
Been there, done that, bought the beat and slaughtered it,
Recorded that, sat back and watched as y’all applauded,
Got the people drunk on testers, before I bottled the product,
Now my soul’s sold on every tape, so cold but never shake,
Levitate above the rest, and sever chains they’d never break,
I elevate, because the rest can drag you down like metal weights,
And that’s a trend that’s never safe, that I will not perpetuate.
I can’t do that, I can only do me,
I could never be fake, So understand that,
I can’t turn back, gotta continue to move,
Cause I can’t lose, it’s not allowed man
I can’t do that, I can only do me,
I could never be fake, So understand that,
I can’t turn back, gotta continue to move,
Cause I can’t lose, it’s not allowed man.
I can’t do that, naw ya understand?
I can’t turn Back, ya feel me?
My bitterness is comfortable, that’s why I keep my fangs out,
My misery loves company, so who wants to hang out,
I’m running short on true friends this noose end is choking me,
I’ve seen how this movie ends, with view lens un-focusing,
I’m due my ends, still I stay broke, trying to chase shows,
To make dough, to pay for this simple life where I lay low,
My halo isn’t bright anymore, closer to day-glo,
Unstable, like chemicals mixed, they say I may blow,
My game knows no bounds, my statements are profound,
My pace has been crazy from jump, I don’t slow down,
I hold down this whole town, from rooftop to cold ground,
So all I need is a plat plaque and this gold crown,
So call on me when the rap’s wack where you at,
I got nuff tracks, for all who swinging off my nutsac,
Trust that, even if you trust nothing else,
And trust that I will stand when all the rest have fell, because I…..
I can’t do that, I can only do me,
I could never be fake, So understand that,
I can’t turn back, gotta continue to move,
Cause I can’t lose, it’s not allowed man
I can’t do that, I can only do me,
I could never be fake, So understand that,
I can’t turn back, gotta continue to move,
Cause I can’t lose, it’s not allowed man.
I can’t do that, naw ya understand?
I can’t turn Back, ya feel me?
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30. |
Need to Fly
02:49
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(Hook)
I’m over inspired and under stimulated,
So I’m feeling vindicated saying life is simulated,
Almost to the point that we’re assimilated,
Thinking that we’re innovating, but really we’ve been mistaken,
And really we’re imitating, well within our rights and limitations,
But let’s face it charisma’s last defense is litigation,
Love stays blind, justice stays just as racist,
Come let’s discuss my disgusts while I blaze this,
I, need to fly, need to find me a better way,
The process that made I me, I don’t regret a day,
No, I just credit faith and fate, like everyday,
Grateful for living through the times I was led astray,
Used to be crooked, now I just live to set it straight,
But, this town corrupts, so I need to get away,
Yes, I am fly! But I need a lesser weight,
So that I can fly and I mean to outer space.
I need to fly, I need to fly,
I need to fly, I need to…
I need to fly, I need to fly,
I need to fly, I need to…
I need to fly away,
I need to fly away from here,
Because these skies are gray,
I need to fly away from here.
Haven’t you ever needed to take flight?
And if you hate the way you’re living, do you hate life?
How many fake smiles crack daily, safe-like?
Shattered dreams lead me to believe in this steak knife,
I, stay awake nights, wishing I could spread wings,
Just another prince, trying to prove I was bred king,
But not the bread King; like Asher Roth,
More like the king of the half-bred, bastards y’all,
I guess talent isn’t everything is it? You gotta balance with business,
End of the day, they judge your talents in digits,
So it really doesn’t mean much, how I can spit it,
You’d rather see the dough than hear how I get it, there I said it,
But you probably didn’t get it cause this isn’t the hook,
And when I see you, you’ll be tripping to be kissing the cook,
Then when I leave, you will be quick to be dissing and that’s okay,
Cause I’m bout to get what I need, I’m bout to fly away.
I need to fly, I need to fly,
I need to fly, I need to…
I need to fly, I need to fly,
I need to fly, I need to…
I need to fly away,
I need to fly away from here,
Because these skies are gray,
I need to fly away from here.
Fly, fly-fly away,
I need to fly away from here
Fly, fly-fly away,
I need to fly away from here
Fly, fly-fly away,
I need to fly away from here
Fly, fly-fly away,
I need to fly away from here
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31. |
Teaching Lessons
02:55
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I see a page I get an ache, then sit awake rhyming,
I’m sick in ways doctors haven’t named yet, try me,
I flame spit, fire breathe, still, they deny me,
Still I’m arriving, so I’m undeniable,
I have no rivals, struggled a couple miles,
Tribulations and trials liquidate those and smile,
It’s toothy, so hate it it’s too sweet I taste it,
My life should have been a fucking movie, so rate it,
And digest everything that happened to me di-rect,
And I guess, you’ll see why I never seemed to do my best,
I digress, if I lied more and tried less,
Conformed for the radio and substituted my text,
I might expect to find success, still I’m vexed,
Because I’m drawing for nobody, still ill I sketch,
The real deal I’m blessed, took a three month rest,
But now I’m back to pursue my quest.
I won’t ever be done, that’s a lesson to my sons,
A battle’s lost a million times before it’s won,
So I’m taking all my lumps, aiming for the crown,
Cause you can’t keep a good man down.
So I sit and wait, get the itch and pace, or I flip a phrase,
Hit a phase, spit it sick as aids, then I twist and blaze,
Sift through praise, rather listen to the whispered hate,
Through wispy haze, so it’s easier to drift away,
I feel a pressure, like I’m never gonna get my say,
Dangerous dog, still waiting til I get my day,
I set my pace, way back when I was left to waste,
Now I create, but the masses love the cut and paste,
It suffocates as I’m growing I see nothing change,
I feel I’m cuffed and gagged, dying just to cut the chains,
In fucking sane, as I’m begging for this cup of change,
I write the dopest verses, and plus I crush refrains,
Steady in the slush and rain, nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Rapping in my sleep, and then back to it when I’m up again,
Thankful I’m not suffering, bitter that I’m still hustling,
Dealing with my corrupted brain, you could reach out and touch my pain.
I won’t ever be done, that’s a lesson to my sons,
A battle’s lost a million times before it’s won,
So I’m taking all my lumps, aiming for the crown,
Cause you can’t keep a good man down.
I let it go, and it’s special yo’, so check the flow,
I ain’t Shad, but just like him I’m getting set to blow,
I’m like a weapon though, etching prose in my nest of crows,
Underground, mainstream, homie, I’m the best of both,
Yes I boast, cause my breath is smoke,
NGAJUANA SUCKS, that’s the kinda talk that could get you choked,
When I talk on mics, nobody forgets I spoke,
But still I’m sitting here broke, while people saying I’m dope,
So I’ve been feeling provoked, like a spirit invoked,
You couldn’t navigate my tears with a boat,
And many travelers are here, cause they believe I’m a hoax,
So I’m embattled for my years, clutching dearly to hope,
I’m not nearly a joke, but all this time I devote,
To these rhymes has kept me out in cold when I’m soaked,
So I’m starving, that’s why I’ll go for the throat,
Beg ya pardon, but you didn’t wanna share from your garden.
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32. |
None Like Me
03:23
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This road goes on, I see no end,
But I still just keep on keeping on,
A few know me, but too many,
Insist on sleeping on what they’re sleeping on.
And that’s me baby, rise and shine,
Pull back the covers it is time to grind, (Yup…Yup)
And that’s me baby, rise and shine,
Pull back the covers it is time to grind. (Josh Wolfe)
I grind hard, there’s nothing they can say to me,
I’m carving out my niche, still I’m as starving as I’m sick,
And I’m ill with my every breath and particle of spit,
Genuine article, gem of the generals of the audio,
Stand-out, cast out, thin line in between,
Balanced it my whole life, you could say I walked the beam,
I would say I walked the fire, funny that I’m barely burnt,
‘Specially cause I’m always high, bet you’ve seen this very perch,
And when the chips fell, no one helped me pick em up,
Taught myself the way of the world, by screaming stick em up,
You think I’m losing sleep? Not over that at least,
The opportunity presented itself and I had to eat,
I’ve come a long ways, longer than you’d ever guess,
Still I’ve got a ways to go, not to where I’m going yet,
Even though the road is long, I’ve gotta keep going strong,
Gotta climb the ladder, I’m not satisfied with holding on.
(HOOK)
Those who know me, know me and those who don’t, don’t wanna,
Josh Wolfe in five words, never liked you, never gonna,
Nope, always been anti-social, yup, always been kinda angry,
So, could there be any wonder, why I walk this road alone,
Nope, I’m just a bit too bitter, yup, I’m just too sick or sicker,
So, I really do not question, why I’m always on my own,
What’s the sense in questioning the way things go?
You reflect, you move on and that’s the way things grow,
Inside your mind, inside your heart, inside your soul,
That’s how you learn from life, that’s how I gained control,
Of my life, my situation, my world,
Take a look at my kids, gaze a bit at my girl,
Hate on me if you want, I won’t change a damn bit,
Specially how I’m evolving or how I think you can’t spit,
But I don’t see an end, to this road, that I run,
I don’t know, where it goes, I’ll just go til I’m done.
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35. |
A Foreshadowing (Skit)
00:06
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Ngajuana London, Ontario
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected. ... more
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