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The mattress is dusty samples all chopped up with punchy drums. The blankets are intricately woven lyrics that speak gently but urgently of loss, muffled trauma, being dope, and moving on with compassion & dignity. The pillow is that Jesse and Joey have been friends since the Roc era, ever since they used to freestyle with their friends on the Halifax Memorial Library steps in K’jipuktuk. Curled up in all that is you, and this music is your agitated dreams.

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released March 30, 2018

all beats programmed on hardware by Ambition
every song has rapping on it by Jesse Dangerously
“Home Team” has rapping on it by Ambition
vocalists all appear courtesy of theirselfs and wrote their own things to say
upright bass on “To Friend Too Fortunate” and “Translucence” by Klopfenpop
glockenspiel on “To Friend Too Fortunate” and Yamaha CS-01 on “Lush Karma” by jesse dangerously
saxophone on “Nothin Fri3ndly” by Emmanuel Kwame Aouad
scratched by Bad DJ Budget Cuts
voice samples by jesse and ambezee
cover collage and lettering by James Kirkpatrick
mixed by Tim Wallace at Fun
mastered by Dorc at Banging Masters

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Track Name: Home Team
Home Team
(J. Ward SOCAN / J. McDonald SOCAN)

Alright, all of my life, my pride and Ambition
Almighty, amazing.

That almighty amazing
My home team doing visitors in, you don’t test them

I did receive your wisdom. I did not bask in its splendour.
I wrapped it up and wrote "return to sender" on the envelope
I didn't need reminders, no I get it, your slender frame
will never know the strength of this majestic contender
Shame. I pull your card but this ain't Ender's game.
Of course it's not, and I ain't Orson Scott. I'm more like Fortinbras
I just sorta walked into a final act massacre-- vinyl scratch
What happened here? Did Joey's rap start?
I did your zodiac chart. Says you're a lying jerk
and only that. You just proved signs work!
Me? It says that I'm perf, a kind person worthy of
Impersonation… that's open to interpretation.
No perpetrating, I circle my perfect rating and the
First place ranking. I turn a soul clap to a
birthday spanking, might be slightly abrasive
Which reminds me, the phrase is almighty amazing

Broadcasting live to your station
once again for cats that been patient
three thousand cracking off in the basement
original, almighty, amazing

Alright, all of my life
Almighty, amazing
That almighty amazing
My home team doing visitors in, you don’t test them

Gather ‘round, figure out what the story is
Late to the party, but we still make it marvelous
Daily creation. Y’all doing nathan.
We do it all, my mind’s in three places
Simultaneous, most magnificent
Chopping up sounds, tapping on instruments
Live from the Atlantic, up north trip
Drop a new tape, make a buck or six
Me and myself overtime on the shift
No denying the gift, homie - I am the shit
The one through four, plus five and the six
Top ten all in one when I’m riding the kicks
Snares and the hats, looking in the mirror and I’m
Staring right back. Let me clarify that
I look to myself for the inspiration
That all-powerful, almighty, amazing

Broadcasting live to your station
once again for cats that been patient
three thousand cracking off in the basement
original, almighty, amazing

Alright, all of my life
Almighty, amazing
That almighty amazing
My home team doing visitors in, you don’t test them
Track Name: The Pit
The Pit
(J. Ward SOCAN / J. McDonald SOCAN)

Love, I don’t get enough of it
I need your love
Owe me back like you owe me
Nothing

I’m a bottomless pit, a broken record keeper
A ineffective affection seeker, I’m disaffected.
Increasingly disconnected, now is the winter of our
discontent, and I’m seasonally affective
I need the full spectrum, this little light of mine
I keep a itemized account of my colllllection
I learn a lesson then forget it in the time it takes to—
Wait a second, no I never learn at all, my mistake
Open up it’s been a stormy month of saturdays
Soak it up until you’re sure the sponge is saturated
Choking up I get a grip but I am sad to say
I am never satisfied my soul is agitated

Where would I be without the love that sustains me?
How can I make myself worthy?
How can I live with the heat in my heart
I’m so angry, I’m so thirsty

Love
I need your love
Owe me back like you owe me
Nothing

You won’t feel a thing, not the slightest sting
My heart would soar but for its flightless wings
That’s quite the singing voice, mine is hoarse from practically
yelling - I’d spell it out but of course, that would be telling
In the act of rebelling, I find a role to play
But three days later, the boulder will be rolled away
I’m going all the way, and I was
Born the same day as that song by Billie Holiday
Sure enough it's been forty years of everything
Hurry up I need more, I need my medicine
What do you mean I've had enough today?
Doctor I don't feel anything

Where would I be without the love that sustains me?
How can I make myself worthy?
How can I live with the heat in my heart
I’m so angry, I’m so thirsty

Love
I need your love
Owe me back like you owe me
Nothing

I don’t get enough of it
Love
Track Name: G.I.R.L. Guide Cookies w/ Robo Robb & Eddie Quotez
G.I.R.L. Guide Cookies
(J. Ward SOCAN / J. McDonald SOCAN / E. Piol SOCAN / R. Lauzon)

And if you're feeling what we're saying, say hey hey hey
And if you're buying what we're selling or you're finding it compelling
And you're smelling what we're cooking, ok (ok!)
ok (ok) and by the way,

[Robb]
I used to swear I only needed one track where I could
Shine, and show I was iller. You know, so you can compare
The represented lyricists side-by-side, and determine the winner
Many years have passed, many cold winters.
I’ve seen my peers surpass my wildest dreams, so I figure
I made it if they still lend me their ear. Young rappers
stepping over each other, but there’s no enemies here
This rap race in bad taste, pitted against one another
Label execs imprison cons in cage match with your brother
I wonder if I had a blueprint way back before pay-to-play
Telling every girl I met, “I rap”
Writing songs for every love interest, throwing shows with no
Interest. My juniors making my mistakes after I’ve impressed
Illustrate my lessons and hope they see them, Hindsight
Is 20/20, and now I put it in English

And if you're feeling what we're saying, say hey hey hey
And if you're buying what we're selling or you're finding it compelling
And you're smelling what we're cooking, ok (ok!)
ok (ok) and by the way,

I used to swear I would only need one verse
To show and prove I was the move even though I was younger
I never stopped feeling that way as my years advanced
Thinking that a voice from on high would say "here's your chance!"
Like I was waiting for engraved invitations
Great expectations for delayed gratification
Gravely mistaken, strangely impatient
Watching my train pull away from the station
whoo... Having that optical illusion
On the platform, feeling like it's obviously moving
And if I disappoint you and don't break through before my
Doom I'm sure my value will be posthumously proven
I talk with old slang, my costume is quaint
I'm a RIP mural, all it costs you is paint
No I'm sure I don't get it, I'll just watch you explain, but
I can't claim it's something I will not do again.

And if you're feeling what we're saying, say hey hey hey
And if you're buying what we're selling or you're finding it compelling
And you're smelling what we're cooking, ok (ok!)
ok (ok) and by the way,

you’ve got to pay to play

I used to swear I would only need to gig
And doing a ton of free shows, that would make me big
Or somewhat notorious, hook fans like the chorus did
Collect coins like Mario, and girls wanna marry me
Well, that was a fantasy, ‘cause now that my name grown
They ain’t wanna pay me dough, or pay me commission on
The tickets I sold, well, not for my service, though
Too bad, well, the curtain’s closed and I’m just like, what?
Ain’t you heard of word of mouth? Then I’m gonna be dropping out
And if you owe me money, I’ll be choking promoters out
I’m just kidding, I’m just way too nice to do something so violent
But it’s so sad like violins, and they just be hiding it
That pay-to-play disguised as a showcase or competition
Well, my decision is that I ain’t really be fucking with it
They’re slowly killing my ambition and always got me second guessing
OK, I learned my lesson - word to ELE and Emergenza

And if you get it, say hey hey hey
And if you're buying what we're selling and you're finding it compelling
And you're smelling what we're cooking, ok (ok!)
ok (ok) no pay-to-play
Track Name: Well Wishers w/ illGil
Well Wishers
featuring illGill
(J. Ward SOCAN, J. McDonald SOCAN, Gillian Anderson)

Some of us walked away tall, some of us crawled
I only wish the very best for everyone that was involved

I wish em well
I wish em well
I wish em well
from the bottom of my wishing well
I wish em well
I truly wish you well, I do
I wish you well
from the bottom of my wishing well

I've started to do the math, which as you know was never a strength of mine
but even I can start to see a pattern after a certain length of time
it's not all one big great design, but the tinkerings of
blind watchmakers with no sense of space and time

Moving forward by inertia, propelled by resentment
No purpose, disconnected
Assessing the merit of their narrative through comparative measures
Contestants with no essence

I've analyzed the short stories, the long cons, I've practiced how to
passively extract myself from strong arm tactics
Still can't stand poetry that lacks a formal structure
Still half-believe we're perfect for each other

Honestly, these narcissistic tendencies to meet my needs
By any means has got me feeling fatigued, to say the least
Now that empty pit, that cavity that can’t be filled
I craftily convert into capacity, and this is how

I wish em well
I wish em well
I wish em well
from the bottom of my wishing well
I wish em well
I truly wish you well, I do
I wish you well
from the bottom of my wishing well

Even if I don’t wanna, not fair, don’t feel it
I got it on repeat to myself like a mantra ‘til I mean it
Inspired by my breathing, I expel what I don’t need
I wish em well and watch em leave

I've started problem-solving, which I've always had a problem with
My double negative ain't nothing always but the struggle to be positive
I wish em well is the most I can muster straight faced
It's a damn shame, this hate-based campaign

I claim love, and that’s what I stand for
With my heart on my sleeve here, I got every hand up
Not because I know all the answers, but I do show all my work
There’s nothing left to prove, I self evaluate my worth.

I've learned from my mistakes, including my reluctance
to learn from my mistakes, headed for self-destruction.
The certain time it takes, plus diminishing of hurt and heightened stakes
The first of five stages, what's next? I guess

I wish em well
I wish em well
I wish em well
from the bottom of my wishing well
I wish em well
I truly wish you well, I do
I wish you well
from the bottom of my wishing well

Some of us walked away tall, some of us crawled
I only wish the very best for everyone that was involved

I’m a well-wisher, in that I don’t wish you any specific harm
Track Name: Translucence w/ Kamilah Apong
Translucence
featuring Kamilah Apong
(J. Ward SOCAN, K. Apong SOCAN, J. McDonald SOCAN, J. Klopfenstein ASCAP)

There are days when even the walls are like crystal
And you can x-ray specs right through
And other days the air is a granite tomb
And I feel like feel like (ya-ooh)
I know you know what I'm talking about
When you feel like (ya-ooh)
And then sometimes, well sometimes...

sometimes I don't know what’s in my mind
I think I tried but i feel unsafe and I just
try and try and try
Translucence, I get so lost in my mind
trying to read the signs

Opalescence, from some angles I shine
Trying to seem just fine
Sometimes you might ask me what I'm thinking
And I just close my eyes and become still
And stop breathing and die

I died,
and then I woke up like every other time
I'm tryna explain the nature of my mind
(oh, you were?!) that’s not how this works
But that's not really how it works
that’s not how any of this works
You only hear another verse
You know I hate to drop the ball
But my hands are so, so small (look at them!)
To try to lead you all the time
But I still need you all the while

Volatile objects fall and pile up
I'm a project, I'm a problem child with flawless style
Plus a polished smile I gotta file down to a point
Down to the point where if I frown I disappoint
I got a public, and for my public, I got a public face
It’s pretty, witty, and gay - they all say what a waste
I’m getting fitted and evaluated, what a waist
The one you hate to love to hate to hate to love to love to hate
I see the light glance through what’s translucent
I see their lips curling, they see my hands moving
I see the colours shimmer, dim across what’s opalescent
I cracked, you laughed behind my back and got me vocal lessons
I’m often still on the surface, I’m never calm inside
I’m still not perfect, I still got traumatized
The jury’s in to read the verdict, purge the perjury
I would certainly prefer thaumaturgy to surgery

ya-ooh
Track Name: Years w/ Nole
Years
featuring Nole
(J. Ward SOCAN, J. McDonald SOCAN, N. Kidd)

Capping off quite a year, you can hide in here
They say rust never sleeps, but that does not explain my career
Checkmate, atheists! No games like the New Kids
But the newest kids watch Let’s Plays instead of celebrity sex tapes
Don’t ever play peek-a-boo with leaked nudes, that’s a PSA
I clap back like no-one told you life was gonna be this way! Jesus H
I spent my thirties hurting, is that personal? I’ve seen the works
Like hurt people hurt people, and hurt people hurt the hurt people hurt people hurt!
What’s even worse? I am Weird Al in a fat suit, after all these years
A pastiche of the thing I love, a lottery loser, a volunteer
A fallen hero one day short of starting to save for retirement
This summer I fired a fireman, couldn’t find a tinier violin
Sorry

Starting out quite a year, I need quiet here
This shit hard to hear. I don’t need a safe space, I need riot gear
Right? I know how you feel about Nole, man, well I been aware
I was homeless with them face tats and I quit crack, I’m a pioneer
It’s never been done before! Well, maybe it really has
But I hit rock bottom, and baby, I made it back!
I paved paradise and put up a parking lot, then changed it back to trees and grass
I put Tim Curry from Fern Gully in a full nelson and kicked his ass, done
No contest. That’s all meta: Ron Artest
Hit em with that Dhalism, yoga fire, that long-arm stretch
I spent almost twenty-eight years dealing with that long, hard stress
I’m kicking thirty, Jesse pushing forty, May December that name don’t make much sense

We should that name to The No-Longer-Targeted Audiences
It’s catchy. It’s a good name, it rolls off the tongue.
Track Name: To Friend Too Fortunate w/ Thesis Sahib
To Friend Too Fortunate
featuring Thesis Sahib
(J. Ward SOCAN, J. McDonald SOCAN, J. McCreery SOCAN, J. Klopfenstein ASCAP)

Please now, be forewarned that the storm has a path and intention
Please will you be forward as a friend to receive this as heartfelt
Please now,

What's up with all the trouble your man starts?
Pull up to my bumper but my dance card's full
Pull it up from Hansard, my record is crystal clear
I'm dancing with the stars and I'll eventually disappear
Listen here - let's put a end to the confusion
I'm more myth than legend, like Christmas cheer or cold fusion
The old dude's in a mood junior, don't test me
you know who's in the who's who, but no Jesse?
Peep the effect of all this anger on my health, I picked the
wrong name. I should have stayed a danger to myself
Satan's in his Hell and everything in it's right place
Any way I point I put three fingers in my white face
and rightfully so, I fully know
I dodge a bullet, talk my bullshit while the rifle reloads
I'm saying Voltaire's prayer: let my rivals be slow
Like a three-toed sloth crawling down a gravelly road.
And I will happily go when I am sick of the scheming.
As a formality, though, I will be kicking and screaming
And I won't listen to reason, my position will be instantly freezing
And I don't even need consistency even! Nope!

Please, now
Time to hustle, use brains over muscle
I’m seeing more chips than Ruffles®

Using brains over muscle, blowing bubbles in my cane soda
Trouble is, I can't drain the swamp or it's game over
I got it under control so thanks Yoda, but
What's worse? The pain or The Hangover Two
Staying sober was never a challenge for me
My tape is high bias, so good luck getting a balanced story
My pals adore me when I'm giving them emotional support
But their patience for commotion is short! so I am
Closing the door, and god knows to keep my window shut
The time for testing me is over, put your pencils up!
I'd rather throw a tag on my toe than see your stencils up
Shout out to Mara Wilson though, you really blew my mentions up
There's no defending what I've done or what I'll do next
I knew Treach was talking to me so I keep it crewneck
No sweat, I got my blue check, I'm all set
To keep it true to being beautiful, inscrutable and useless

I used to have to pry boards off condemned buildings
to see characters painted by a enigmatic outlaw
twenty years later he's my best friend

Jesse D, I would join a cult for you
Grab ahold the tail of any Hale-Bopp unstoppable
Or fill a craft with helium and hope that it’s unpoppable
Loved Ones strung along the Clotheshorse, topical
Around here, I’m a bit of an individual
Living within a vigil for my visual sigil
Like the Bat-Signal, skybound and blasted out in clouds
Temporary, mysterious, and oh-so-proud
Comme ci comme ça, I’m saying SoSo loud
Shouts to Troy for putting down an L Dot town boy
Where every MChas to prove their stuff is not just stuffing
Cause you won’t get away with a fancy way of saying nothing
Word to my cousin, Buzzin’ Bee, for keeping me
In edible medicals let the words flow free
Unfortunately, we may see how they fuck it up
When it’s sold and distributed legally

Around here: Old south, OPS, HW
North End, Imaginary Friends
Around here: When the biggety-Backburner surround the mic
The illest style of speak will occur

Around Here
Rich Troy Jeff Jeff Sean Shaun
Kils Tim Timmy Jared Jake Hassan
Krysia Jason Dave Scott Cory Shane
Silk Shad Noah Noah Noah Sage
the Mayor Mikal Mike Shael Raheem Lars
chris Chris Dan Krista Buddy Mark
John Jon Joe John Jo Jon
Josh Joshua Kamilah Thomas Tom
Paul Matt Matthew Math Devon Lizzie Tanya J
Greg Catriona Damian Damien Jeannie Sonia Rae
Ceschi Erin Niles Gabe Euge Adi Louis Graham
i miss you dj stef god damn
Track Name: S. Morganstern w/ ginzuintriplicate
S. Morganstern
featuring ginzuintriplicate
(J. Ward SOCAN, J. McDonald SOCAN, T. Manning)

Life is pain, princess,
Anyone says different's a fraud.
Everybody hurts like REM said
Welcome to reality, see times is hard!

Every which way I look, I see struggles
Deep troubles, delinquency, blink and see doubles
From infancy into adulthood, even elders have a
Future so dark it's likewearing a welder's mask
When they tell you that, the laughter and the clapping's like a
Real smug told-you-so after the fact.
Every happy distraction haphazardly masking the
Casual tragedies snaps me right back to them

Villainous society, I’m all the way speechless
Seeing refugee children dead on far-away beaches
Partisan parody got ‘em lying for Jesus
Make America greater by disregarding the pieces
Cease this. Everything is empty at the pinnacle
Sometimes just existing is so difficult
I got mouths to feed, and they look up to me
So no, I don’t sleep to dream. That’s just a luxury

Life is pain, princess,
Anyone says different's a fraud.
Everybody hurts like REM said
Welcome to reality, see times is hard!

Got a king hell headache and it’s this big
No aspirin, I’m walking with a split wig
Everywhere around me, the talking heads defying sense
Nauseous all the way from Fox News to CNN
I got blues. People line their pockets telling not-truths
Knock the children off the Medicare for stock dues
They blame it on immigrants, blame it on feminists
Blame it on Black Lives that didn’t Matter when they said it did

It's water through a sieve, I wanna be positive
But I'm not religious, so I forget but I do not forgive
Something's gotta give says all litigious laws of physics
But I'm a politician, not a model citizen
If I could bottle bitterness, I'd make a dollar a minute
For all infinity, the smallest business is solipsism
But criticism's got its limits
I hit a wall of solid brick, this can't be all there is, my god

Life is pain, princess,
Anyone says different's a fraud.
Everybody hurts like REM said
Welcome to reality, see times is hard!

Life is, for some people, unbearable
You only live once and you’re calling it hell
Life is complicated
You mock my pain
Life is pain for some people
You only live once and you’re calling it hell
Life is complicated
Life is pain, Highness
Life is, for some people, unbearable
Life is pain and that’s terrible

Welcome to reality, see times is hard!
Track Name: Nothin Fri3ndly w/ More Or Les, Wordburglar, Swamp Thing, The Mighty Rhino & Ghettosocks
Nothin Fri3ndly
featuring More or Les, Swamp Thing, Wordburglar, The Mighty Rhino, and Ghettosocks
(J. Ward SOCAN / J. McDonald SOCAN / L. Seaforth SOCAN / J. Lepine SOCAN / S. Jordan SOCAN / P. DeFrancesco SOCAN / N. Goodbaum SOCAN / D. Pyper SOCAN / E. Aouad)

The end is near

Do you feel enraged and furious?
And would you like to destroy the world in acknowledgement of the hugeness of your rage?

I’m looking for a much more sinister noise, and when I find it

Put your hands down, play the background
Back down, we’re about to crack down
We’re about to crack down
We’re about to crack

Gray's Anatomy, a medicine man
I got a letter that said I saw your act, it's better than Cats
Editors ask for a draft, I blow a wind in the cracks
In fact, I boned your dad and jacked him for his Senators hat
Hit it from the back, I'm Prodigy and Havoc, audibly slapped
It's hard to be mad at me, ‘cause I'm probably an addict
Autocratic ruler, ISIS meets the opioid crisis
A short-circuited circus, priceless versus worthless

This is how I roll, and I’ve had less people tell me to switch lanes
Than to keep my foot down and just maintain
‘Cause nothing’s changed, so nothing friendly remains
What I’m saying is that pop is monoculture farming, harming the terrain
When your aim’s total market dominance, producing lames
Accept the next to step up sets some new production chains
No need for fame, we’re not even playing your game
We’re rocking Calvinball, you had it all, but now you owe for pain

Put your hands down, play the background
Back down, we’re about to crack down
We’re about to crack down
We’re about to crack

Are there times when you’d like to obliterate yourself?

Yo, I’m ace-symmetrical, ace up each sleeve
Catch you in a deep sleep, wake up, please leave
It’s Chokeules, find someone as ill as me
And I’ll rip off their mask, only to reveal it’s me
Say what I mean, and I’m mean when I say it
Nice with it, too, so it gets complicated
Y’all play the back, we laying the smack down
Colder than a kiss from a Rose before Jack drowned

I don't have a common occupation like a street sweeper
Look like I could probably be an extra on Leave It To Beaver
Cleaner than 2000 levers, all I need’s a mic and a receiver
Plus sweet speakers, make you a W believer
The procedure is to each reach and leave your seats
So you can be here. Not millionaire? Me either.
But if peeps need, I’ll bring a free T-shirt
Cause there’s nothing friendlier. I’ll see you in the ether

Unh, the cold winter makes my thumper numb
Big gorilla boss with the thunder plums
Same jogging pants until the summer’s done
Shorties out in France call me number one
Breathe real slow as I walk through the pathway
Dark parking lot, Porky Pig get the gas face
Four blunts on a bad day
Wig powdered up, gavel hit, that’s a sad case

I’m old school, give my life for the common cause
Burst into flames, crash when I kamikaz’
Drone strikes, autonomous slaughter-bots
You a wet fish, Oswald Cobblepot
Out the swamp, whole squad stay waterlogged
Pass me the conch, bout to put some lather on
Fin to blow up in your face like a Molotov
Timmy Bend Sinister, Vladimir Nabokov

Put your hands down, play the background
Back down, we’re about to crack down
Are you sad?
We’re about to crack down
Does hopelessness consume you?
We’re about to crack
Are you scared?

I mutter sullen oaths and keep the gutter close
They say it’s freedom or death, I guess I’m stuck with both
My company is monks, hustlers, thugs, and rogues
Rap vibes baptized in the blood of G.O.A.T.s
I’m the unkillable thorn that corrupts the rose
Bob and weave on the track like I’m Muggsy Bogues
Rhino, the people will be screaming woo shit at my funky flows
Until the motherfucking sun explodes

If I had to kick in the door on some Biggie, Rick Ruler shit
I’m waving two .44s like the square root of six
Your young brain can’t conceive a single line that’s ludicrous
Your mundane fantasies don’t even make my pupils twitch
Speak the body language of a pugilist and move swift
You’re claustrophobic as the church pews tip
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
If I have to hear your demo, I’m a demonstrate defenestration

Put your hands down, play the background
Back down, we’re about to crack
Are you impatient with being criticized?
We’re about to crack
Do you feel irritated at being judged?
We’re about to crack
Have you become very small, and ashamed of never being enough?

Would you like respect?
Track Name: Lush Karma
Lush Karma
(J. Ward SOCAN, J. McDonald SOCAN)

Sometimes I’d try to tell them something and they wouldn’t listen

Not with a bang, but with a whimper, though
My inner glow is down to cinders. My winter coat
Has silver tape to mend up the little holes
There's a twenty-sided die in one sleeve
How it got inside, I'll never know
The coat is old enough to vote in the federal
The stove is cold cause no one is ever home
My letter opener is broken, I'm left pushing the envelope
I endeavour to let her know what I never said and let it go
I mumble algorithms and the subroutine listens
I'm Uncle Alvarez when the drum machine kicks in
Under pressure like a submarine captain's cabin
After a accident, with passengers panicking
I'm the manager managing with little or no firm support
All I can do is just fiddle while Rome burns
No kidding though, kid, I'm a old person: Mopey
McMoperson, quoting verse from a ghost I'm the broke version of

This is the soundtrack to my second adolescence
This is the side of bed that I wake up on
Not to be clinical but this is my depression
Not to be cynical but every love song is a breakup song


I’m so glad to be with you today
I have the feeling that you like me
You like the way I talk and the way I look
And you know that I like you, too

In like a lamb, out like a lambchop
The Prestidigitator, handy with a handjob
Standoffish, can't profit from planned obsolescence
I'm the guy that sucks and got depression
Taught the lesson, those who can't. Not the best in the land
Opposite. fans got abandoned, man, stop projecting
Got the medicine, damn! Doctors hate him, godforsaken
Can't stand how he rattle his rants off verbatim, unh
Got complacent, occupational hazard, or
If you rather, rather a hazardous occupation, yeah
No, I’m not having this conversation, I'm talking here
The Rocketeer crossed with a auctioneer
It's rotten. i've forgotten the plot's thread
I misheard the word that was not said
My sermon is nonsense, serving is a permanent process
I haven't found the kernel of thought yet

This is the soundtrack to my second adolescence
This is the side of bed that I wake up on
Not to be clinical but this is my depression
Not to be cynical but every love song is a breakup song

Do you ever feel like that?
Track Name: GJHS
GJHS
(J. Ward SOCAN, J. McDonald SOCAN)

About: People say taking down a statue erases history, but if that statue was preserving history for 80 years, how come they don't know what he did?

They say it should stand as a reminder, but does everyone need reminding?
Who can never forget?

They say you can't judge history by today's standards, but who condoned slaughter at the time? The people dying? How do you think they judged it? Were they unfair?

Are white people just afraid to acknowledge our responsibility to make amends?

Annoy, distress, take & destroy

Genocide Junior High
Genocide Junior High, say goodbye
I went to Genocide Junior High

When I say I'm from
Nova Scotia, that's occupied Mi'kmaqi
Where people scoff at history and only speak it softly
I lived across the street from a big yellow building
Where we would go to learn the way things were as little children
With glowing hearts, they filled them with a patriotic fervour
If they'd be honest, furthermore, they would call it murder
The big yellow building on its face bore an important date
Two hundred years after seventeen forty-eight
When Edward Cornwallis came ashore, disgraced, and swore to make
A formidable stake to enrich the British Board of Trade
The Lord of Halifax put him in charge of the port that bore his name
And from there the law starts to distort and change
He spoke sweetly supposedly, but openly broke treaties
No person in his place had been so beastly so frequently
No thanks given, so call off banquets
From bounties on scalps to the smallpox blankets

Genocide Junior High
Genocide Junior High, say goodbye
I went to Genocide Junior High

October ‘49 he declined to declare war
He didn't see the Mi'kmaq as a nation, and therefore
The solution that he sought to their persistence was chilling
Ten guineas a scalp; men, women and children.
The settlers set after the bounty so wantonly
Within a year, the policy bankrupted the colony.
The injustice was just as foul as it sounds
They paid out hundreds of thousands of pounds.
This not a trick of latter day morals and politics
Even British officials at the time called it sick
In fact, they called it terrorism. It was terrible
Condemning children to die to scare adults
No part of the British command was innocent
The crown expressed misgivings and distaste but still permitted it
My entire culture takes up space that's illegitimate
And acts like it's none of our business - isn't it??

Genocide Junior High
Genocide Junior High, say goodbye
I went to Genocide Junior High

Take the monuments and statues down
Take the monuments and statues down

I'm glad there's a charter of rights and immigration
But who are we to celebrate confederation before there's reparations?
Let alone truth and reconciliation
No justice is taking place in the absence of restoration
The reputation of a nation is complacence
It benefits white supremacists, this tolerance and patience
The politics of waiting, consolidating, and taking up space
The city's waking up late.

Take the monuments and statues down
Take the monuments and statues down
Track Name: [A,Z]A+[A,Z]B+[A,Z]C to Infinity
[A,Z]A+[A,Z]B+[A,Z]C to Infinity
(J. Ward SOCAN, J. McDonald SOCAN)

Super-alphabetical style
Algebra

I toured with AA, played shows with BA, MC like CA
My friend's a prosecutor, I'm the rapper, he's the DA
Games by EA don't always get a lot of replay
For Qs that's FA, for every one I write a essay
Tribe One in GA can make me laugh like H A H A
As for IA, "Iowa" debt to reggae from JA
Shout out to emergency services, like K-A
And the West coast innovators, LA to the Bay-ay
Master of the Art I got my MA with no studies
List of my peers it just says NA, there's nobody
I tried to watch The OA,I was like no way
Oh, hey - what's up to DJSmilo down in PA
Like Freeway! I assure the quality, that's QA
RA is overR-A-T-E-D. That's true say
SA, don't you know I'm local? Please say
Yes to the dress, hand in your test to the TA
Now say a prayer if you thought it was unfair
That VA blew up after Mad Skillz was "from where?"
W A X, eh - gimme a
Sec, i'm record shopping from Seattle to Olympia!
I did it my way, your lies ain't even regular fiction
they're filed away under YA. and you couldn't think why, eh?

ZA short for pizza let's keep it moving

Let's AB the options, and buck em down with BBs
You used to hear my voice on the radio like CBs
Cranked to high decibels, open bracket, dBs,
Closed bracket, my elements of style are not EB's
I post on FB, then one day half my friends all left me
Professor Elemental out in GB, be easy
I'm not the hardest when I write, but I'm HB
I am I B, Fred Wesley with the JBs with the remedies
And memory is full at six hundred forty KBs
Don't want to know my LBs, it won't tell me if I'm healthy
My first HD was forty MBs, like half my friends is NB
It's NBD, it's twenty seventeen!
O.B. is a tampon brand, PB with the jam and bread
QB is a quarterback, Arby's with the sandwiches
Run SB underscore emails dot e x e
That TB cough is not sexy
If illin is what U B, like Which Doobie or Ubisoft
Believe me, I can drag and drop the code like VB
A Merry Melodie, bugs bunny leans on WB
XB... YB... ZB

I’m not a genius, I’m just kind of clever

Crank the AC from Wizard of Id to BC
Coffee and curiosities at CC's, Marvel versus DC
Or Eclipse, or wearing EC Lips, writing S3Ms
With instruments I stole from FC
GC? That's a GameCube. Johnny HC is a
great dude. Ah yes, I C! I had a breakthrough
JC Superstar, KC & the Sunshine
Gordski heard the LC Pirate speak one time!
How many MCs wannabe MCs
Neva be MCs ‘cause of the NC clause
Oh.. C, like Omar Credle it's word life
You think you are the mack and I'm PC, you nerd.
I told you how my boy is a QC, but truthfully
Back in the day, I knew he knew all the words to Juicy
No biggie, guys, all that and a Biggie fries and Frosty
Hit the corner for a RC cause they're not too costly
Rolling with a posse down in SC it's just Cecil
Plus me, I find it all too easy to trust people
I go til the rust sleeps, warm it up I'm about to
I'm TC Hayes, I'm Jay Bizzy, I'll house you!
Be the next Tuesday U C in the world
I'm VC Andrews, I'm a weird phase for girls
WC Fields Forever, kid, you bother me
Face like a capital XC in text-speak
My short-lived success at the time seemed stable
Like DVD players and the YC cables
I don't think I use the letters ZC too frequent
So I googled it, shout out to the Zadoff-Chu Sequence

Just because something’s systematic doesn’t make it meaningful,
but it is gratifying to find patterns, and mess with those patterns.
I could do this all day.
Matter of fact, at the risk of making myself irritating, I am gonna do this all day!
Strap in, motherfuckers

Got jokes like AD Miles, French comics is BD
LP over CD, the rapping Ramone was Dee Dee
Calories on menus gives the whole culture a ED
I shook up the FD and I do not give a GD
On a big TV that's HD I play Apogee & ID games
JD's the name, from where the KD came from

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