1. |
Lites at Nite
02:10
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It's a Burning City Skyline (Gani B)
Baby I love fire
Baby I love ash
Honey burnt that city
Now hit that gas
Baby I love fire
Baby I love ash
Honey burnt that city
Now hit that gas
I've never ever seen such a sight (sight)
As my city burning deep into the night (night)
So baby won't you meet me by that light (light)
They live and let die and now I write (write)
I've never ever seen such a sight (sight)
As my city burning deep into the night (night)
So baby won't you meet me by that light (light)
They live and let die and now I write (write)
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2. |
One for Two
04:02
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I WAS TOLD HUSTLE HARDER
THROUGH THE WEAPONS AND THE ARMOR
GIVE A MESSAGE, GET EM’ STARTED
MAKE EM’ SMARTER, GET EM’ FARTHER
MAKE EM’ SEE SOME SUNLIGHT
LET EM’ FEEL THEY DONE RIGHT
STILL FIGHTING THAT GOOD FIGHT
STILL WRITING THAT TRUE LIFE
MIDWEST MAN
JUST A RIGHT TO MY BONE
TWIN CITIES FAM
MAKE MY MUSIC FOR MY HOME
INFLUENCED
BY THE GRAF AND PEOPLE UNDER THE BRIDGE
THIS MUSIC
COMES FROM GREY DAYS AND BEING BORED AS LITTLE KIDS
FROM THE STAINED TRAINS FACTORIES
SMOKE STACKS THAT KEEP PASSING ME
WHERE CRIME IS BLOCK BY BLOCK
EVERY ONE HERE IS FAMILY
WHERE WORKING AIN’T CHOICE
IT’S THE PRIDE IN YOUR STEP
WHETHER PUSHING ALL THAT WHITE
OR PUSHING PAPER BEHIND DESKS
WHERE CHURCH IS EVERY SUNDAY
AND MOSQUE IS EVERY FRIDAY
ALL SUMMER IS THE WEEKEND
EVERY WINTER HERE IS FREEZING
I WAS TOLD TO BE PROUD
OF ALL THE THINGS THAT I’VE DONE
NOT OF THE PLACE THAT I’M FROM
BUT FROM THE STATION OF ONE
I WAS TOLD TO BE HUMBLE
PRACTICAL IN ALL MATTERS
GOD ONLY KNOWS
WHY I CHOSE
TO BECOME A RAPPER
EGO IS THE EVIL
THAT REAPS THE WORST OF MY DREAMS
I CAN HIDE IN MY PRIDE
BUT I CAN’T HIDE FROM ME
THERE'S A LOT UNDERGROUND MCs
GO AHEAD AND CHOOSE ONE
THEY ALL SAY THEY PUSH WEIGHT
BUT EVERY WORD I GOT TWO TON
I’M THE REAL DEAL
WITH BILL McNEAL
I’LL ALWAYS TELL THE TRUTH
WEATHER HARD TO TAKE
HARD TO FAKE
I WAS MADE TO MAKE YOU MOVE
I WAS BORN AND BRED WITH WORDS
I WAS HANDED DOWN THE NERVE
TO MAKE A WORLD OF MY OWN
WITH JUST THESE NOUNS AND VERBS
I’VE BEEN HUNTING FOR A MEANING
SOMETHING TO PUT TO THE MUSIC
A SIMPLE RHYME TO CHANGE THE TIMES
AND I’LL LET YOU USE IT
I WAS TOLD COME FRESH
DRAPED UP IN SUNDAYS BEST
I WAS TOLD I WAS BLESSED
I TATTOOED A TARGET ON MY CHEST
GO AHEAD BIG MAN
TAKE AIM
IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE
BUT IT TAKES TWO MAKE CHANGE
ONE
FOR THE MIC
ONE
FOR THE BEAT
ONE
FOR THE HYPE
ONE
FOR THE HEAT
ONE
FOR THE ANGEL
CAST IN ALL OF MY DREAMS
ONE
FOR MY PEOPLE
ONE
FOR ME
TWO
FOR THE LOVE
TWO
FOR THE FIGHT
TWO
FOR THE BLOOD
TWO
FOR THE RIGHT
TWO
FOR THE DEVILS CAST
IN ALL OF MY DREAMS
TWO
FOR MY PEOPLE
TWO
FOR ME
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3. |
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THEY WALK WITH CLEAR
LUNCH BOXES THROUGH THE MEN
ASKING TO DO GOOD DEEDS
AND YOU CAN SEE THE MONEY WITH IN
MEN WITH PALE
CIRCLES AROUND THEIR RING FINGER
PAY HUNDREDS DOLLARS
FOR A PLACE WHERE LOVE LINGERS
HE STILL BARES HER
NAME ON THE SIDE OF HIS NECK
SHE STILL HAS HIS TAG
TATTOOED ABOVE HER BREAST
THEY STILL HOLD THE BLAME
FOR WHAT THE OTHER ONE SAID
A BROKEN HEART
A BROKEN DREAM
A BROKEN HOME
A BROKEN HEAD
THAT MAN THAT SITS ON
HIS PORCH THROUGH ALL SEASONS
MUMBLING AND HACKING
DRINKING, SMOKING AND WHEEZING
THE ONE THAT SPEAKS
TO LIVING GHOSTS FROM FAR AWAY
USED TO HAVE KIDS,
A WOMEN MAN HE USED TO HAVE IT MADE
AND THAT YOUNG WOMAN
CARRYING A BABY TO THE BUS STOP
GOT A MAN IN THE DESERT
FIGHTING TERROR IN THE IRAQ
IT’S BEEN A YEAR SINCE HE SEEN
HIS DAUGHTER
CATCHING SHRAPNEL
IN THE CITY OF SADR
Me and you lying on the tracks
Don’t know if love will come back
God would you take care of us
Oh this love is dangerous
Love is Dangerous, this love this love
ROSES ON GREYHOUND
SHE'S WAITING AT THE STATION
THEIR BOTH BEING PATIENT
FOR THEIR FINAL DESTINATION
I’VE FOUND MY LOVE
IN THE SOME OF THE STRANGEST PLACES
AS IT SHIFTS THROUGH
THE MOODS AND DIFFERENT FACES
GUN FLASHES IN THE DARK
A GREEN EYED REVENGE
THE SUN SPLASHES ON THE CAR
AS THEY FALL DEEPER IN
STRANDED IN A FEELING
AND WE’RE LOOSING OUR FRIENDS
A GIRL GRIPS HIS FACE
A TEENAGE WAKE A TRAGIC END
WE WRAP HEART IN PLASTIC
PUT SOME CHOCOLATE IN THE CENTER
WE GET SO HIGH WE WANNA DIE
WHEN THE OTHER ENTERS
AND THIS BED IS COLD
LONELY WITH OUT QUEEN
IN THE DARK OF THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
SHE NEEDS ME
LOVE’LL MAKE YOU HATE
EACH OTHER
LOVE’LL MAKE YOU HAPPY
LOVE’LL MAKE YOU NEED
THE OTHER
LOVE’LL START US UP A FAMILY
LOVE’LL MAKE YOU CRY
INSIDE
LOVE’LL MAKE US SMILE WIDE
LOVE’LL BE THE REASON
WHY
WE NEVER SEEM TO DIE
LOVE
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4. |
Detach
03:59
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TINY LITTLE PILLS
BLUE AND WHITE
I TAKE TWO EVERY MORNING
TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT
USED TO TAKE ONE
THAN I TRIED TO TAKE MY LIFE
SO THE DOC DOUBLED THE DOSE
NOW I FEEL ALRIGHT
COMATOSE BABY
SUSPENDED IN STATIC
NO HIGHS NO LOWS
JUST A NUMBING OF MY MANIC
PANIC STILL COMES
AND DRUMS AGAINST MY CHEST
FEELS LIKE A STROKE
AND STEALS AWAY MY BREATH
MY HANDS ALWAYS
SHAKING FROM THE MEDICATION
SO I SMOKE SQUARES
FOR A SMOOTH SENSATION
I CAN’T BE YOUR PATIENT
I DON’T WANNA BE CURED
YOU KEEP LOOKING AT THE CLOCK
I CAN’T TAKE YOU AT YOUR WORD
AND MISS MISERY
SHE TREATS ME RIGHT
I’D RATHER MAKE LOVE TO HER
THAN SEE ANY LIGHT
IF YOU ONLY KNEW
I SPOKE TO GOD LAST NIGHT
LYING ON THE FLOOR
HE TOLD ME TO HOLD TIGHT
DETACH
ALL THESE PEOPLE WANNA
MAKE ME BAD
STEAL MY GRAYS AND BLUES
AND BLAME MY DAD
THEY PUT ME ON PILLS
AND MAKE ME RAMBLE
THEY SAY THAT THEY LOVE ME
AS IF THAT'S MY HANDLE
"ON SCALE OF ONE TO TEN
HOW BAD DO YOUR
WANT YOUR LIFE TO END
ARE YOU GONNA MAKE
IT UNTIL NEXT WEEK
IF YOU CAN’T
WELL...WILL YOU PLEASE CALL ME?"
I’M IN LOVE WITH BLADE
STUCK IN PLACE
I DON’T EVER WANT TO LEAVE
I DON’T EVER WANT TO FACE
JUST LET ME BE
JUST LET ME BREATH
I CHAINED UP
TO BE ALONE
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA
MY HEART MAY BE MISSING
MY SOUL MAY BE TWISTED
BUT MY MIND IS MIND IS GIFTED
RHYMES GET EM' LIFTED
AND IF YOU ONLY KNEW
GOD SPOKE TO ME LAST NIGHT
SHAKING ON THE FLOOR
HE TOLD ME TO HOLD TIGHT
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5. |
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Oh don't you know me?
I've been waiting here a long time
Hustlers saying
"this winter's gonna be a long grind"
Yes I'm fine
Gimmie a minute to unwind
I feel as if my chances go like daddy in the summer time
Said my mind was gifted
Got em' lifted
Liked my diction
They insisted
I persisted
Said they listen
This time
But...
Every word was fiction
I got pissed and
Fuck every one of my rhymes
Every one of your lies
I wish my passion would die
Fuck fire, I'm ice, I'm nice, I'm right
Now say it
Fuck my music
Fuck fame, no gain, yes shame, got brains?
Now say it
Fuck my music
Fuck underground and mainstream
Now say it
Fuck my music
Fuck rock, pop, emo and hip hop
Now say it
Fuck my music
As yet another sun sets on this dreamless day
I create melodies for run and castaways
I have yet to claim this man made name
Just burn city skyline
burn, burn, burn
"Let me be your pusher man
Being isn't enough (Don Royal)
Life's got you in the cross hairs
Dreaming and seeing it (Don Royal)"
Don Royal
Welcome to my kingdom
Where we like to bring drums
And knock em' like we dumb
Lost our heads guillotine
Midwest is where we from
Twin Cities we're genius
Breath fire like phoenix
Monster, muscle, gasoline
Music is like Jesus
messiah it leads us
It will never leave us
Word for Word still a team?
Back at it like reruns
My attic is dreams up
New havoc and we bump
Knock-o-matic speakers bleed
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I stay up on em' hard I guarantee I wear em' down
Hit the ground running but we never run around
Innovative, creative and yes I make it pound
Spottieottiedopaliscious baby listen how
I'm floating through your speaker when I'm creeping through your town
Open from the minute that the metronome bounce
To the last second that the song makes a sound
Listen to it curve
In and out your curvatures
Encouragement feel the urge
Music swerving through you nerves
Let me be your pusher man
Don Royal this is my time
Build the music city
they shall come and burn the skyline
Dro'
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6. |
St. Paul Sunday
03:41
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FILM STRIPS ON A
EDIT ROOM FLOOR
GRAINY BLACK AND WHITE
AND FULL OF GORE
SO THEY SOWED EACH
FRAME TO FRAME TO FRAME
NOT KNOWING ANY STORY
NOT KNOWING OUR NAMES
AND I PRESENT TO YOU
OUR OWN LITTLE MOVIE
NO PLOT, NO SOUND
JUST IMAGES ALLUDING
AND THEY GATHER ROUND
THE FLICKER AND LIGHT
WATCHING THE END OF
ALL OUR LIVES
SCENE 1
IN THE BACK
CAPRICE CLASSIC
SMOKING MARLBORO REDS
AND FEELING MASSIVE
NO ONES ON THE STREET
SUNDAY AFTERNOON
LIGHT GREY SKIES
AND A DAYTIME MOON
SO WE CRUISE
AS IF GAS WERE FREE
NOT SPEAKING A WORD
LISTENING TO THE BREEZE
THE GRASS IS GONE
BENEATH THE SKELETON TREES
EVERY HOUSE IS IN THE SHADE
EVERY THOUGHT IS IN ME
SCENE 2
PASS BY
PASS TIME
SMOKING RILLO SKIN
NOT REALLY GETTING HIGH
JUST MELTING
INTO THE BACK SEAT
THE WAY I FELT WHEN
MAMA SLAPPED ME
HAPPY TO BE ON MY OWN
BUT STILL MISSING HOME
SAYING WE ARE MEN
BUT WE STILL AIN’T GROWN
NOW THE SUNS OUTTA SIGHT
BUT YOU CAN TELL IT’S SETTING
I WANNA TAKE FLIGHT
THE FEELING BECOMES MORE PRESSING
ABANDONED STREETS
DRESSED IN TAGS
THEY THIS CITY SLEEPS
AT A VERY SLOW DRAG
ERIE CHURCH’S WITH CANDLE
LIGHT
BLEEDING THROUGH THE STONE
AND INTO THE NIGHT
THE MEN ARE MISSING FACES
ASKING FOR CHANGE
DRESSED AS SHADOWS
HANGING FROM THEIR RAGS
EVERY STOP LIGHT
BURNS GREEN FOR OUR PASSING
AS WE ROLL SILENT
THROUGH THE HILLS AND TRAPS AND
(I MEANT TO SAY SCENE 3 HERE BUT FORGOT)
WE UNDERPASS RIGHT NEXT
TO THE RIVER
WE ROLL THROUGH A STOP
TO MEET SOME KILLERS
AS THEY CRASH
IN TO THE LARGE FRONT HOOD
SPINNING REAL FAST
THRASHED AGAINST FAKE WOOD
AND GLASS COMES WITH
THE FURY OF GOD
I SPEAK OUT HIS NAME
AS IF I AM NOT FLAWED
AND ALL SEE IS A
BURNING CITY SKYLINE
AND I GOTTA THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, THANK YOU
THANK YOU (GANZOBEAN)
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7. |
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I NEVER NEEDED COLLEGE
TO FIND MYSELF
NEVER NEEDED ANY LIQUOR
TO UNWIND MYSELF
NEVER NEEDED AN EXCUSE
TO ACT REAL STUPID
I TAKE WHAT I’VE DONE
IN FUTURE I’LL USE IT
NEVER NEEDED GUNS
TO PROTECT MY NECK
NEVER NEEDED ANY NUN
TO TEACH ME RESPECT
WHEN I CASH THESE LUNGS
GOD’LL CASH MY CHECK
WITH A SMILE HUNG
I’LL EXCEPT MY DEATH
NEVER NEEDED CASH
TO MAKE LIFE GOOD
BUT I COULD USE A LITTLE
TO PAY WHAT I SHOULD
NEVER SOLD ROCK
NEVER EVEN SOLD WEED
BUT WHEN FUNDS ARE LOW
IT DOES INTEREST ME
NEVER BEEN A PIMP
OR PLAYER AND SUCH
NEVER BEEN REAL HARD,
THUGGED OUT OR TOUGH
NEVER BEEN LOCKED UP
NEVER GOT HER KNOCKED UP
NEVER I HAVE I BEEN
SOME ONE NOT SON
GROW UP
LIVE LOVE
GET TOUGH
THAT'S ENOUGH
YEAH I’M HAPPY WHERE I’M AT
GROW UP
LIVE LOVE
GET TOUGH
THAT'S ENOUGH
YEAH I’M HAPPY WHERE I’M AT
I’VE ALWAYS NEEDED GOD
OR SOME TYPE OF HIGHER POWER
THEY IT SAY MAKES ME WEAK
THEY SAY IT MAKES ME COWARD
BUT BELIEVING IN SOMETHING
YOU CAN’T SEE BUT FEEL
AN UNTOUCHABLE PLACE
THAT’S MUCH MORE THAN REAL
I’VE ALWAYS NEEDED LOVE
A LOT MORE THAN MOST
A GOOD WOMAN
WHO IS HAPPY TO BE CLOSE
SHE’S REAL GOOD LOOKING
AND BELIEVES IN HOPE
AND SHE’S ALWAYS COOKING
BUT IT’S COOL IF SHE DON’T
I’VE ALWAYS NEEDED FRIENDS
THAT ARE MORE LIKE FAMILY
EVEN WHEN I’M STUPID
THEY UNDERSTAND ME
ALL COLORS AND CLASSES
TO KEEP ME GROUNDED
I DON’T GOT HOMIES
I GOT BROTHERS SURROUNDING
I’VE ALWAYS NEEDED
MUSIC SOME TYPE OF SOUND
ONE THAT CAN PICK ME UP
OR CAN LAY ME DOWN
I’VE ALWAYS NEEDED
SOME KIND OF PEACE
HELL…I GOT A LOT MORE THAN
WHAT I NEED
GROW UP
LIVE LOVE
GET TOUGH
THAT'S ENOUGH
YEAH YEAH I’M HAPPY WHERE I’M AT
GROW UP
LIVE LOVE
GET TOUGH
THAT’S ENOUGH
YEAH YEAH I’M HAPPY WHERE I’M AT
FRESH PACK SMOKES
FULL TANK GAS
YEAH YEAH SING YOUR HAPPY WHERE YOUR AT
A PRETTY GIRL WAVES
AND YOUR PASSING CLASS
YEAH YEAH SING YOUR HAPPY WHERE YOUR AT
FOUND LOVE EVERYONE
MAKING YA LAUGH
YEAH YEAH SING YOUR HAPPY WHERE YOUR AT
FEELING THE DIVINE
A HIGH THAT DON’T CRASH
YEAH YEAH SING YOUR HAPPY WHERE YOUR AT
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8. |
Starry Night...So Burn
05:21
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UNDER A SEA OF DOUBT
I WRITE THESE SONGS
UNDER A SKY OF GREY
I BARELY HOLD ON
AND AT THE BOTTOM
OF THE OCEAN I SIT
WATCHING BLURRY
FIGURES ABOVE AS THEY SWIM
I ONCE FOUND A WOMEN
WHO SAID I WAS GOLD
PICTURES OF US IN BLACK AND WHITE
GETTING OLD
I GUESS I’M GROWN NOW
ON MY OWN NOW
I GUESS ONLY GOD
CAN LOVE ME
WITH YOU STRETCHED OUT
IN FRONT OF ME
HONEY DIPPED SKIN
YOU SAY YOU BEEN LOVING ME
BUT BABY YOU CAN BE SO COLD
AT TIMES IT FEELS LIKE YOU RUNNING ME
AND HOW MANY NIGHTS
WILL I SLEEP ALONE
THINKING OF OTHER TIMES
WHEN WE MADE A HOME
WHEN THINGS WERE GOOD
AND DADDY DID NOT ROME
WHEN WE WERE BACK TO BACK
NOT STONE TO STONE
MAMA’S BEEN CRYING ON THE WEEKDAY NIGHTS
MAMA’S BEEN LYING TO HER BABY BOY
MAMA’S BEEN BROKEN CAST FROM LIGHT
MAMA’S LOST THAT THAT FEELING OF JOY
BURN MOTHER FUCKER
THIS IS PERSONAL
BURN MOTHER FUCKER
THIS IS PERSONAL HELL
MY BEST FRIEND
WAS DEAD BEFORE HE DIED
I WAS AN UNWANTED TWINKLE
IN MY DADDY’S EYES
AND I BEEN HIGH
SINCE JUNIOR HIGH
AND YES I HAVE LIED
MY DEVIL IS WHISKEY
AND A WOMEN WITH LONG BLACK HAIR
SHE LIKES ME A LOT
AND HAPPILY SITS THERE
SHE WATCHES ME
SLOWLY DISSIPATE
AND HAS A SMIRK
AT MY WAKE
IT’S LATE NIGHT
I’M WATCHING MY MOON
ON MY LEFT ARM
I HAVE IT TATTOOED
AND I SING TO HER
BUT SHE NEVER
COMES DOWN
TO POOR BOY
WHO’S SUBJECT TO
THE GROUND
MY HOMIES SO HIGH
THEY SEEN GOD’S EYES
BUT THEY WENT AND
SMOKED THEMSELVES BLIND
FORGOT WHAT IT WAS
THEY WERE TRYING TO FIND
GAVE UP
MY VERSION OF THE STREETS
IS LITTLE LESS DRAMATIC
BUT PEOPLE TO DIE
WHEN CAUGHT UP IN STATIC
MY RHYMES DON’T COME
WITH RAZOR SHARP LINES
THEY’RE LIKE A DULL KNIFES
CAN YOU FEEL IT
BABY BOY’S GOT BLOND HAIR AND BLUE EYES
BABY BOY HAS GOT A COMPLEX
BABY BOY’S GOT BROWN HAIR AND GREY EYES
BABY BOY GOT THE DOCTOR UPSET
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