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Home Team 02:45
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
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The Pit 02:48
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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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!
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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?
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Lush Karma 02:52
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?
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GJHS 04:22
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
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[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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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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Operating out of Toronto, Canada since 1996, Hand'Solo Records is devoted to releasing quality hip hop that is creative, clever and often experimental. Early releases, now out of print, include Buck 65, Sixtoo, Moka Only, and others. Currently home to Ultra Magnus & DJ SLAM!, The Mighty Rhino, The Dirty Sample, Touch, Tachichi, Primordial Emcee, royceBIRTH, 51nine02, More Or Les and Backburner. ... more

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