1. |
Intro
01:26
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2. |
Voices
03:14
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Cuts
“What ya know about…?”
Bridge
Choices everywhere that I turn
And all these voices are what leave me concerned
Mane Rok-
Lucifer to my left lets lies loose I need to learn
Never knew something this cold could also burn
Fighting the urge no more lighting the herbs
And in writing these words know what I like and prefer
Right and wrong distinguished but how do you see this
Does what they tell me really contain life secrets
Squimish ‘cause all the answers got me wondering
How much stock do I put in this option on the other hand
Reality to my right I realize what’s righteous
Unlike those that tell me to live in his likeness
I might just fight this to play the devil’s advocate
Ain’t having it ‘cause everything they say is inadequate
How’d they manage to get inside of me modern society
Not surprisingly isn’t gonna leave quietly
‘cause all of these suckas are raising a ruckus
And these are the voices I’m seemingly stuck with
Chorus
I hear voices (x2) (think about it, think about it)
In my ear is where I hear them
(do this-do that)
Cuts
What you know about…?
Bridge
InkLine
I’ve learned the hard way nearly all of my life
And I heard what ya’ll say what’s wrong and what’s right
And I-always seem to be causing a fight
Drawing a thin line between the dark and the light
And with all of my might I try to go with that gut feeling
Follow my heart it seems I’m anything but willing
It’s suicide with the demons inside and
Skeletons in my closet, yeah the whole nine
and being a Gemini gotta deal with both sides
how can I lose fighting myself, I dunno why?
it’s going down I face the facts with a nose dive
and hit the ground quick fast from a slow ride
choices come and go, but mistakes don’t die
you gotta live with them, deal with the realism
and all of the sudden life ain’t so simple is it
when the voices in your head done built a mental prison
Chorus
Bridge
Outro
(Cuts)
What to do?
Where to turn?
How many times?
Whose concerned?
When will it go down?
Why ain’t it happen yet?
Should we go now?
Have you passed the test?
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3. |
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Chorus
(From this moment on)
From this moment on, beyond our control we know that everything ain’t made of gold
(From this moment on)
From this moment on we on another level suited up and read(y) to go
(From this moment on)
From this moment we gone out on a limb and we might not ever make it home
(From this moment on)
From this moment on it’s all in what we know gotta do more than just set the goal
(from this moment on)
Scratches-Get on up!
InkLine
From here on out I got one up on the game
‘cause my main man Mane put me up on some thangs
We been at it so hard I think my brain is strained
But the homie Spoke In Wordz smoked some herb for the pain
I turned the page but the story aint changed
From this moment on target glorious aim
No jumping on band wagons or comformity trains (why?)
‘cause, being the same is so boring and lame
It’s time to make it happen, ‘cause we been waiting asking
“When? What? Why? When what it is, is lacking
Passive aggressive action, massive attack distraction
From now on, I can’t help but represent my passion
‘cause all I know is ya’ll can go to hell for patronizing
Ya’ll don’t know all the ropes sho yo stakes is rising
This moment on yo it’s on bets on surviving
Take my place in history so you’ll recognize me
Chorus
Mane Rok-
See I, took too many steps for me to turn back now
Back down or fade to black in the background
That’s how dreamers, usually end up
Awakened by reality we spend pretending
Isn’t ours eyes eye’s wide shut hoping
The grimest part I die gun smoking
If that’s the case slap my face so I awake wait
How am I trying to fix what ain’t broken
Then again gentlemen we don’t live lavish
Addicts to habits that manage to leave us manic
Depressed I guess, treated like we’re savage
‘cause all the work we put in on this right of passage
Seems to get us no where know this don’t go there
Stay focused devoted to get to the top and hope air
Welcomes you with a pair of open arms
But more so really that….”from this moment on…”
Chorus
Spoke In Wordz-
I promise from this moment on I’m staying strong no time for weakness
This ain’t no time for sleeping it’s time for the spoke to speak it
I spit the slanguage natural fast as the Puerto Ricans
Seeking beats he can heat it freak it leaving people speechless
Mane put me on now I’m giving ya’ll one hundred percent
Ink showed me how to knock heads with this mic when I represent
Spoke In Wordz I inter-weave with the mission agree with ambition
And add to the entire thing like addition no division
Different beliefs opinions different but still we won
We are united together steady keep it moving on
So many different obstacles and complications
So many things that are impossible but I am patient
And never do I give up I get up and keep on showing
Knowing this shit is harder than sit-ups still I am going
This moment is happening and this time is now
There’s no time for looking back ‘cause we too deep in this now…from this moment on…
Chorus
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4. |
Everyday
04:21
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Intro
All day every day (x4)
InkLine
I never dreamed of a better way I get paid
All day every day’s the only way this kid plays
Get all the money and women forever getting blazed
But I’m sober, broker than ever and never get laid
Needless to say things don’t always work out how you plan
‘Least we can that we never gave up and demand
Better days better pay with cheddar in hand
Over seas or at least on the road in a caravan
Been making moves for ever and a life time or two
Can’t tell you how many vibes it took to find a groove
But I’m the truth ain’t no reason for me to lie to you
There’s not many like me although you might find a few
Let’s set it straight in the mix this isn’t no cop out
Blaming education and saying it’s ‘cause I dropped out
I know I’m worth my weight in gold and I’ll be goddamned
If you never see what I am from what I’m not now
Chorus(x2)
‘Cause every day we sit and wonder why we ain’t paid (paid)
Like we always walking down a road that ain’t paved (paved)
We making moves but still sitting in the same place
Like “Everyday” but on the grind in every way
Cuts
“Sick of living life chasing dollar bills”
Mane Rok-
Sick of complaining that I ain’t got no dough man(e)
People staring at me like the subject is so strange
Not worried about birds or the fact I got no game
I wake up everyday with a queen in my bed it’s no thang
When the sun rises it’s my nose to the stone
‘cause I’m knowing my throne feels hella empty broke and alone
OK been known to groan but act like I’m holding my own
Watching others feast while I’m choking on bones
Indulging in scraps I ask “How do I fix this?”
The sickness that makes money stacking none of my business
Pissed it’s not based on skills I’d fill the list kids
If it in fact was but you know it isn’t
So in turn I had to learn how I was gonna make some
Duckets and bucks at the bottom is where I’d scrap’em
Busted as fuck being ignorant, Naw I played dumb
Heard what snakes said lifted my head and got my game up
Chorus
Cuts
Bridge
Cuts
“make dollars and cents”
Everybody on the grind
Everytime it’s on your mind
Everyday think of new ways to get a dime
Every minute wasted gone
Every bet we placed it on
Everyday that we waited took way to long
Everybody….grind
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5. |
Digi Cams
04:30
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Chorus (x2)
Everything in this world is very temporary
You want it you get it you got it and then you get buried
And all of this is really not very necessary
From every angle know every version is very scary
InkLine
It goes go go gadgets, digi-cameras and ipods
Cell phones, ring tones oh my God
Theres a million and one reasons to keep believing in hethens
that need to be able to clap to turn the light on
I’m obligated to tell the truth when my mics on
Grips on control with the hold of a python
Though it seems all real whether right/wrong
That reality is as synthetic as nylon
I know your kind right?! Caught up in the lime light
Blind mice type with 20/20 hindsight
When ever timed right, I got my mind right
Some say I sold my soul just to rhyme tight
The bigger better faster way just to get shit
They need to invent some new matches to burn bridges with
A good ol’ fashioned burning just like the witches get
Just ‘cause you read a fashion ad don’t mean you’re not illiterate
Chorus(x2)
InkLine
And I can barely care to be arrogantly following carefully
To see what’s new and cool to do and do it daringly
And apparently, most of you played the fool
But I missed that bus, man I’m way too cool for school
But I can never seem to keep up with technology
Or worry about in-store credit and return policies
And honestly being a technophobe bothers me
To the point where I fear satellites follow me
And probably I’m just being paranoid
But there’s proof of possibilities being marketed in every store
Thanks due to technological advances
Coming out with everything extreme no matter how outlandish
Hungry for more, our ego is famished
Malnourished, ill purpose, needing a bandage
Where were you the day they took over the planet
With a marketing scheme, consumers and corporate bandits
Chorus (x2)
Bridge
We need something else to believe in
The jokes on you, it’s no secret
Guess whose got your kids on the weekend
(x2)
-Not me
Chorus
Chorus2
Everything in this world is very temporary
Your house, car, clothes, wife if you get married
We desire everything that we dream
And in the end have it all but not anything we need
Outro
It’s the American way-ya know
You gotta get it (get it) gotta gotta get it while it’s hot
Gotta get it while the getting’s good, even if it’s not-and it’s not
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6. |
Babble On Breaks
04:08
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Mane Rok
As the world turns it for sure’ll burn
See these squirrels learned nothing when the tree fell
Each one of these nuts thinks it’s dumb to discuss
These things of disgust and they leave out the details
We fight the power every week, well speak on it
Makes us public enemies nothings changed hell be honest
Forty years no progress just a broken promise
Seeds of this land that created our crooked conscious
Capitalist when it comes to our state of mind
Stay on your hustle muscle your way in the line
Another day in our lives leaves us young and restless
See all of their messes, what gave us our head trips
And we’re subjected to the will of the tyrant
After cities of black gold, he kills for your silence
Leaves you filled up with violent tendencies meant to be
Eventually used towards all of HIS enemies
Chorus (x2)
We babble on (Cuts) “breaks”
These are babble on (Cuts) “breaks
When Babylon (Cuts) ”breaks”
When Babylon breaks man, when Babylon breaks down.
InkLine
It’s like humanity took a blow below the belt
Damaging calamity left hope for no none else
And with no sanity it’s loco to know yourself
How the tell granted we don’t know what’s left
How much time do we need to tell
And if ya led blind how do you see the trail
How much lies do they need to sell
Before we notice when history repeats itself
How will we prevail, with the all seeing eye
From secret societies controlling your mind
They follow the leader in a single file line
Don’t speak, don’t think, don’t question why.
The media controls what they want ya to know
That’s why we face reality wearing a blind fold
In a police state they made of robots and slaves
You sit back and watch tomorrow fade away
Chorus
3rd VRS
“We are Americans”
Staring at a reflection of demons heathens born
Tattered and torn
A fetus spawn see’s the dawn
Outside of the norm
“What is at stake is more than one small country”
Monkey’s in suits running the booths
It’s bigger than asses and elephants
Eloquent snake tounges
Treat their sheep as irrelevant
“We’ve done the hard work of freedom”
Bleeding red
Scared white
Seeing stars spangled
Strangled blue
Greater good eternal evil
Which pertains to you
“Facing down a threat to decency and humanity”
Answer me this
Riddle me that
Can it be anarchy is the way to react
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7. |
Come Back
04:32
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Intro
Come back(x4) Don’t Leave me (-all x4)
Come back (x6)
Bridge
Please don’t go leave me now
(come back, come back don’t leave)
Come back Come back to me
(come back, come back to me) (all x3)
Please don’t go leave me now
(come back, come back don’t leave)
Come Back(x6)
Mane Rok
‘Bout to lose it all really just walking away
Tail between my legs I crawl no option to stay
Hella frustrated that I’m not getting paid
While idiots on radio having you nodding like slaves
Makes me feel like this whole time it was nothing but useless shit
As far as Mane Rok goes it’s as good as my music gets
Those were my thoughts then, so there is no excuses kids
How am I financially strapped what can I do to this
See the strung out dreamer said my dreams were dying inside
Then Ryan arrived so now I try and revive
All those feelings I was killing slowly and softly they told me
It’s costly so what’s the price? Well homie it’s possibly
The tag on your soul, heads said to do it for love
Momma said, “Love don’t pay the bills” and that’s stupid because
Reality is you have to live off a check
Respect won’t cut it and that’s the reason I almost had to jet (bet!)
Chorus
Come back (don’t leave)
Don’t leave me (come back)
Come Back (don’t leave)
Don’t leave me (come back)
Come Back (don’t leave)
Don’t leave me (come back)
Come Back don’t leave me now
(come back don’t leave come back)
Come Back (don’t leave)
Don’t leave me (come back)
Come back don’t leave come back now
(come back don’t leave come back)
Come back (don’t leave)
Don’t leave me (come back)
Come back don’t leave me now
(come back don’t leave come back)
InkLine
Just when I thought I had it thought it was automatic
Thought it was safer in the dark to take a stab at it
It’s more than just a habit, I’m more than just an addict
I cut myself down to size chop and drop the hatchet
Can help but feel attached when we share the same passion
‘cause love is love in many languages and different accents’
But still she keeps on passing-me by
I don’t why it’s evident I think it’s releveant time to take action
It’s so sad it gets missed so fast
And if this don’t happen we will never evolve
And it it gets close grab it, if this goes bad
And if this don’t matter much it don’t matter at all
We gonna all fall, but you’re gonna say it’s my fault
But I fought because, I believed in what I say
And if you leave then we, will never know we’ll never see
What we can be we’ll never breathe easy again please don’t leave
Chorus
Repeat Intro
Bridge
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8. |
AWhat!!!
01:47
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9. |
Whuddup!!
04:26
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Chorus
Whattup gangsta?? Naw Imma grown man
Whattup gangsta?? I’ve also thrown hands
Whattup gangsta?? I do my own thang
Whattup gangsta?? Whattup?! Whattup?! Whattup?! Whattup?!
Mane Rok
Hurts to face the truth something ya hate to do
And I can tell from here your first mistake is you
Think you’re untouchable and will not break in two
So hard know so far that it’s a lame excuse
To think that taking a life is what makes you a man(man)
It’s more like making a life and having it placed in your hands (and)
Also facing your life not forsaking demands (Damn!)
You can fall in the trap and call it that Imma laugh when you hear that metal door slam
Seen the bottom of the gutter and I wonder if any of ya’ll ever really wanna escape(Fuck This)
Stuck in the clutches of the clucks that really run shit saying that you’re gonna but take (what’s that)
All of the wrong turns that makes your mom hurt all for your honor so quick to forget
Reminded that you’re blinded the moment you’ve been binded after it all feeling this pissed this is it
What does it prove and where does it leave you? Big Man Big Guns OH NO!
What do you lose and do you really need to prove you’re a gangsta jail house joto?
Eight million ways to die, you chose
Hate feeling almost like you lose
And in the end cost the life of a friend this ain’t pretend we grown men
Chorus
InkLine
Though I’m not like you, I’ve seen a fight or two
Don’t think I’m scared by now, don’t you get it confused
Think you’re on top of the world, keep doing what you do
Leave me be, leave me alone while I fight for truth
You got your colors that match, you feel like you belong (wrong)
Well maybe so but the fact is that’s the same old song (aawwee)
And you all know the exact words so sings along(ladidadidaaaaaaaa)
You can all justify to touch the sky Imma sit back and let you take that fall
All in all what really seperates anyway does anybody really have faith?? (whats that?)
Why does everybody have to reach for the piece when peace is what’s at stake (bust back)
Come on I dare you, try to compare it to, all the bad news stuck in a rut
You are what you see, unless you believe achieve anything and live that dream (but)
Where ya stand on with no ground to stand on, hit bottom with nothing to land on
We all bleed but some need tampons, gotta bigger, better game to put my man’s on
Hands on, hands off- Can’t touch this
On a whole ‘nother level of busting
Get yours, get something to trust in-redefine when enough is enough
Chorus
Bridge
Cuts
“I don’t gang bang-catching wreck is our thang”
Chorus
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10. |
Pushover Ft. Deca
03:52
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Mane Rok
Toes slip to the tip quick So pissed that I risked it
Hindsights twenty twenty don’t trip in this instant
Satisfaction that’s my passion focused to get lit
Peek over where the sidewalk ends, take a sniff kid
Put that boom in your trunk, quench that elephant thirst
Disasterous, naw just one helluva flirt
Can’t tell if it works, still enveloped with hurt
Already fell from heavens grace so to hell with the earth I
Johnny Cash checks-walk the dotted line
Satans preying and waiting, but it’s not my time
Rolled dollars in my nose coins dot my eyes
Avoid crossing the t’s YOU KNOW cops and swine
Spot the signs seen thru the window pane
Eyes blind inside dying shit’s so strange
On the verge the views voice spits your name
Only choice to back off like it’s no thang
Chorus-Cuts
“Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge”
Deca
Full moon fever’s in effect there’s teeth marks in the preacher neck
Animal instincts are too hard to keep in check
I slow dance with death but can’t keep in step
I ain’t leaving yet the vibes to sick when we connect
That LIFE Crew shit, getting Eiffel tower high
And looking down on the scene like the pupil in a cowards eye
Slanging devil’s snow, plentiful chemicals
With centerfold looking mami’s all on my genitals tenticles
Reaching out I’m trying to see what she’s about
I leave the house around the witching hour that’s when all the freaks come out
But the ox breeds a different kind of beast
That hates giving head but loves sucking off the time realease
I’m surrounded by foulness the wildest
Only concerned with the right now is childish
Got carried away with the carbon-monox
But the more emotion I put into it the harder I rock!!
Chorus
InkLine
I got a taste for living on the edge like nobodies business
Hard headed, set in my ways call ‘em addictions
Hit up the hedonist for technical support
A little pride to swallow, and self-esteem to snort
Fighting an inner-battle, in turn eternal war
The devils got my soul what will he return it for (I dunno)
I’m trying to get my game up, it’s my turn to score
But for some reason love’s seeing me burned and scorched
Too many times to close to being a tragedy
Sick in the mind trying to justify my strategy
But my addictive personality is challenging
Practically back to back casualty’s acurately
Blow out my birthday candles and I make a death wish
Know how to really make the best of being helpless
Tune out exes calling me selfish
Practice my sales pitch to sell tix to hells pit
Chorus
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11. |
Right Now
03:23
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Mane Rok
Right now I notice out in the crowd
There’s a group of people that didn’t think it’d go down
Look up nay sayers mane haters and open ears
Say later to the lies heard that have you cloaked in fear
Right now just south of the city
It’s ‘bout to get shitty in this house of misery
For this mother of four, who covers the floor
Bloody-face first, yes her husbands done this before (Right Here)
Right now death valley’s blanket the border
Survivors in shacks, chained to an orchard
Even ‘til this day it’s the American way
As long as prices stay low who cares that they’re slaves
Right now globalization is taking place
The use the internet to intercept your name and face
Cyber terrorist working outside the laws of the land
With no defense to start stopping their plans
Chorus
Right now in a world that’s so hopeless
Right now notice how down your soul gets
Right now in case you didn’t know this
Right here Right now Right here Right now Right here
Mane Rok
Right now next to you’s the best of dudes
Whose punishment from government needs a second view
For a couple of grams sir at least five in the slammer
Is a just sentence period that’s you answer??
Right now unsuspecting suburban homes
Educated dads think that they’re deserving thrones
Kings of their castle, shirt says worlds best dad
No one knows in his poker room there’s a meth lab (Right Here)
Right now sixteen hun Pennsylvania Ave,
Documents prepared for Bush and Cheney to back
Tax cuts another corporate government scandal
The writing’s on the wall so who’s really the vandal
Right now three years after invasion
No proof of WMD’s we’ve been patient
POW abuse a BS excuse
Why is it so hard to be fed the truth
Chorus
Mane Rok
In dark times a spark finds away
With hearts blind in part I’m to blame
If our kind would start trying today
We’d mark lines that aren’t crime displays
Optimism is optional
Obstacles a given to dodge I know
It’s awkward rhythm ‘cause life’s got no soul
Right here’s the only answer possible
Right Here you change
Right Now Today
Right Here Who’s Sane (Hussein?)
Right here Right now Right Here Right now Right Here
Chorus 2
Right now in a world that seems hopeless
Right now despite how down your soul gets
Right now in case you didn’t notice
Right here Right now Right Here Right now Right Here
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Chorus
In black/white, thats how the worlds perceived
Thru American eyes makes it hurt to see
We’re half right, the truth’s surfacing
Though we mask lies so perfectly
And that’s why it occurred to me
Everyday there’s a different emergency
Leaves hands tied while they search and seize
And rob more blind for their currency
Yonnas-
Americanize every spot on the globe
Get it with fries at McDonalds
We’re making them cheaply and cranking the mark up
Turning villages to sweat shops raping the market
And we do it ‘cause we can bitch, clean get away
We’d like to play fair but to cheats better pay
If you ever find out I’d be Kenneth Lay
It’s a good ol’ boy system we’d never say
I don’t care about your welfare care about your health care
I don’t even know why the fuck it is I’m still here
I can be up on my private island in the keys I call St. Elsewhere
In this country black is for Ni**er brown is for spic
Whites for the devil that figured out
that the best way to subjugate the people is divide and conquer
strip ‘em of their history, their pride, their honor
Chorus
Mane Rok
Where does that leave me knee deep in blood and tears
It seems to always happen almost every hundred years
Your neighbor whose skin is different is not the one to fear
Take a look in their books the more that come to here
The more you’re hating, degrading saying you don’t like
You kill for loot and your block-thugs in your own right
Conservative murderous border hawks with strobe lights
Minute men finishing racial cleansing hold tight
Get a grip the spics slipped past whips they trip
Lips stick to Dick Nixon tips legit
If it’s listed as honest tid bits
To get misfits pissed and on ship
No conscious pompous agree to build a border fence
This ordinance ornaments why we’re torn to bits
To make us forget war by supporting this
So they can jack countries in your defense
Chorus
InkLine
And I don’t care who you are or where you come from
Your social status, income or what you done done
What borders you cross or what laws you run from
We’re all the same ignorant dumb dumb’s
And you don’t know, either that or you don’t care
And it don’t show why you got your fist in the air
It’s a no go, ain’t nobody going no where
Time to evolve but we all stand there and stare
Scared to take it too far
When the next man is just as human as you are
It’s bigger than black and white there’s more than two parts
Who are you? Are you the new god?
Head first in a downward spiral
The white man’s the devil his handbooks the bible
We could team up increase chances of survival
Instead I’m looked at funny on Cinco de Mayo-like a turd in a punchbowl baby!!
Chorus
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13. |
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Chorus
I don’t know…
Chicka Bang Blaow-the time is now
What happens when you die gonna soon find out
I don’t know but I have my doubts
That you never really figure out what it’s about
Chicka Bang Blaow-the time is now
What happens when you die gonna soon find out
-Mane Rok
Does your dust turn to dirt when you’re stuck in the ground-I don’t know
Mane Rok
Invincible, it never crossed my mind
What I’d come across once I crossed the line
I pretend to know the cost of time
But it’s not defined told to watch for signs I’m
Preoccupied with just trying to make it thru life
Detoxified while until I escape to the night
Need lots of ice to stay cool fools are paying the price
Tree tops for pipes ‘cause I always fall prey to my vice
I see no consequence to liquid confidence
Just lack of common sense judgment and conciousness
Living each day not knowing if it’s my last
Party on in Mane’s world over ninety-nine’s passed
It’s hurting to say that this purple haze
Hella clouds my vision and is lurking for days
So I search for ways to find my soul
But…”I don’t know” ‘cause life won’t slow
Chorus
I don’t know…
Chicka Bang Blaow-the time is now
What happens when you die gonna soon find out
I don’t know but I have my doubts
That you never really figure out what it’s about
Chicka Bang Blaow-the time is now
What happens when you die gonna soon find out
-Inkline
Is it really worth it to stick around?? –I don’t know
InkLine
Let it roll let it go to get to grow
But don’t forget to know who gave you a soul
God’s a woman and mom I’m coming home
I shed this flesh let the vultures pick my bones
I never planned to have to die alone
But hand me a plan b and now I’m on my own
I woulda stuck around if I hada known
That I missed the chance at another shot blown
I’m sorry ya’ll are leaving me ‘cause I believe in me
Ain’t no need in even pretending that you ever even needed me
Plus everything really aint what it seems
No difference between waking life and a dream-I mean
Tighten the noose let the bombs defuse
Blow a hole in the sky ‘till we raise the roof
If I make it back I’ll try to bring proof
But until then take a wild guess at the truth
Chorus
I don’t know…
Chicka Bang Blaow-the time is now
What happens when you die gonna soon find out
I don’t know but I have my doubts
That you never really figure out what it’s about
Chicka Bang Blaow-the time is now
What happens when you die gonna soon find out
-Pablo Kee
Is return to dirt a rebirth, earth bound?? I don’t know…
PabloKee
Master piecing life together Pablo Kee Picasso
Draw from what I know paint the puzzle as I go
3 feet low and sinking opposite of De La Soul (man I don’t know)
What’ll happen when my two eyes close
I suppose I can never claim to know
The truth is that I can’t explain the unexplainable
But I’ve been told by a die hard Christian
That I’m going to hell for not following that religion
Still the moment I delve out of this realm of existence
The physical is there the spiritual metaphysics isn’t
It’s on going every
John Doe and Harry
Tom, Joe and Mary
Gone low and buried
In the dirt still flourish as we nourish the earth
Energy and memories is a form or rebirth
Despues la muerte is resurrection lo que pasa
If so I’m the Ill-Legitimate son of Che Guevara
Bridge-
We come and go
Some they hope
to stay aflot
don't get caught up in the undertow
I wonder tho
whose one to fold
Cuts-
"But I stay seeing bodies with the muthafukin chalk around it..."
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14. |
Young Bux Ft. Ichiban
04:39
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Ichiban
Back in the days like nineteen eighty three
In the month of May baby Ichi came to be
Pops named him one light, born to shine bright
He said to live life, travel and explore the sights
So the snot nosed seedling raised the measure
Learned about love, hate, pain and pleasure
Experiencing the world for the first time
Now looking back from a view that’s birds eye
Crazy how years ago can feel like just yesterday
And every second is another further step away
From the days of being that care free child
Family members would say that he was very wild
Untamed taking it all in, eyes and ears open wide
In a rush to grow up watching years blowing by
Remember summer time back yard barbeques
Remember begin that little young buckaroo
Chorus
Back-back-back-back-back in the days
Going back-back-back-back-back in the days
Going back-back-back-back-back in the days
Going back….(x2)
Cuts “Back in the days”
InkLine
I was the youngest of five was so by a long shot
Caught by surprise made it harder on my mom and pops
A wake up call from the sound of life’s alarm clock
Living off of hand-me downs, thrift stores and pawn shops
But things were still so simple, grateful for all I went through
Way back before I knew that nothing was coincidental
Just me and my Nintendo and GI Joe commandos
Hot wheels and baseball cards for example
Back in the good ol’ days prime time golden age
Only concerned with the color of your Kool-Aid
Before back pains and tooth aches
Before you ever had to by gas or had a bill to pay
Not concerned with what the rules say
Wet behind the ears, hard headed, trying to learn a new way
Care free from Wednesday to Tuesday (I miss ‘em)
Even when it rains your sky was still blue days
Chorus
Bridge
This is nothing new to me thinking how it used to be
(young buck) x4
Cuts
“Young Buck”
Mane Rok
What I wouldn’t give for things to be as simple as they were
As a young buck problems never really seemed that major
Scraps down the block right across from the church
Gave the neighbor kid a black eye while ma’s was at work
Doing what she needed to so that we would never see
The borders of being broke, the poorest we’d ever be
Shopping at the goonies, scrounging in the callejons
Hand me downs and hand outs, couldn’t wait to try them on
Playing up on hobo hill before I knew that popo killed
Low and behold, who knew I’d have no dough still
But anyways back then see it didn’t effect me
Plenty days laughing kept me from being empty
But since we’ve grown I notice the struggles that bubble up
Ain’t the lack of blow pops or sodas that trouble us
Gotta keep on trucking like we’d known back when
That’s what we do now as some grown ass men
Chorus
Outro-Cuts
“Years later, I’m still here…”
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15. |
Footwork
04:10
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Intro
Clap your hands everybody
And move to the music
Maneline done did step to the mic
And this is how we move it
Chorus
Move it put some pep in your step and do this
Fancy footwork if the shoe fits
This newness means no more excuses
Ladies and gents, this is the movement
Mane Rok
Wasted time complaining infected with complacency
Knowing all the while I could shake MC’s
But not taking a step where did that leave me?
Underwater just like the big easy
Underground with out a bumping CD
Understand I’m dope but who believes me
Not a soul so much more that I
Gotta go found I’m the only one
Responsible for my current positioning
Pockets on E and without a pot for pissing in
Somehow it seems that I know in the end
Can’t doubt these dreams no more pretending and
With out my team I’d be beginning, damn!
This drought of green won’t be the end of Sam
So I get in the swing to find that cabbage patch
Took my own advice and knew right after that
Chorus
Bridge 1
Ladies and Gentlemen (x2)
Ladies and ladies and ladies ladies and gentlemen!
Tense-Cuts
“Ladies and Gentlemen”
“now you gonna see some breaking and some rapping and some breaking and some scratching”
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt our program of dance music to bring you a special bulletin”
“Composition technician with a BBoys mind”
Bridge2
Move your left your right will follow
Not guaranteed to see tomorrow (x4)
Nothin to it but to do it it’s all useless music
If you don’t move it (x2)
Chorus
InkLine
Fluent is the notion for motion I’m here to second that
Brush the dirt of your shoulder you should expect that
Ain’t everybody gonna always show respect jack
And either make a move or get stepped on like welcome mats
Welcome back to the ManeLine theory
We just want you to move, it’s not a conspiracy
‘cause what we’re bringing is something really original
evidently invisible something you never will see
unless you open your eyes and set your mind free
let you body talk communicate through energy
moving to the rhythm of life to show you livin right
making sure your feeling the vibe and that it’s hitting right
Do what you do..just like that
When I move you move….just like that
When you snooze you loose…just like that
Maneline, LIFE Crew’s where the party’s at
Chorus
Bridge Outro
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16. |
Time Ft. Xencs L. Wing
04:13
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Intro
It’s about time…what is time….I was once told that time is an illusion…if this is true….then why is everybody in such a hurry…….to get no where…..
InkLine
Yeah-right now right here right no where
Right whenever you want I don’t care
What you wanna or don’t wanna hold on to
Running from the past like memories haunt you
We all know as a matter of fact that
Time flies we established that at
No time flat no turning back
Unless a miracle happens so where the magic at?-uh
Wish I had tricks up my sleeve
But by the time I get settled it’s time to leave
Consumed by time, no time to free
No time to burn, no time to breathe
I see, (I see) it’s all an illusion
it’s not how much but it’s how I use it
It’s useless to keep watching the clock
‘cause it don’t stop baby it just hurries up
Chorus
(Three part round)
InkLine
Time don’t stop it don’t quit (x7)(x7)
Xencs
It’s about time (x2)(x2)
Mane Rok
Time and time again(x3)(x2)
Bridge-Cuts
“The dark mystery of time and space”
Xencs
We take a step in fear of rejection
Then question our own intentions
The lessons come within time
Hit rewind
Do what you feel or wait for a sign
But, time keeps on passing us by
They keep on asking me-Why?
Still with faith waiting for a sign
Release the past in the back of your mind
Time
Keeps playing tricks on me
I believe you have a thousand tricks up ya’ sleeve
Releasing trails of dreams and blaming time for
What’s what, now you find you’re stuck in a rut?
Saying I wish I had better luck
While, what’s left is what’s next
Keep on moving till there’s no more requests
‘Cause it goes on even after your last breath
Chorus
Bridge
Mane Rok
Look to the wrist watch see if it tick tocks
Criss cross the hands to signal a pit stop
If not all of these moments well they’ll get lost
List cost according to the sticker the ticker it flops
Flips around, like a fish out of water
Hits the ground, makes you wonder why we bother
Punching the clock so we can wait for a time out
Need T.O.’s pay for O.T. that’s what we whine ‘bout?
Time and time again my time is running short
Time equals money it makes sense of course
That I’m left feeling cuckoo not knowing what to do
(Time’s) Fly as a bird in pair of some new shoes
With the clock running out wounds are starting to heal
Calloused by the ages makes it harder to feel
Part of the deal is not to call it out
‘cause only time will tell what it’s all about
Chorus
Bridge 2-Cuts
“Its about that time”
I keep on I’m running
Time keeps on it’s running
I keep on, it keeps on, we keep on,
Time keeps on keeps on running (x2)
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17. |
Till Then...
03:24
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Intro
Mmmmm ‘til then (x4)
-Its an automatic classic baby
-It’s an automatic classic (x2)
InkLine
It’s automatic baby, off the top fo sheezy
And this ones for those that never believe me
I work too hard but make it look easy
Can still touch the sky with ground beneath me
Ya see me and Mane is like one in the same
Side by side it says it all in the name
Throw Tense in the mix (Cuts) “Ain’t a damn thing changed…”
Except the level of intensity and the rules of the game-but hey
Ain’t nothing wrong with raisin the bar
Way above par not just playing the part
God left the door open like she raised in a barn
Our job’s to walk through it, making our mark
Since the start, conception was just an idea
On second thought connection is all that it is
Never expected to be more than a few gigs
Now it’s grade A automatic classic shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chorus (Ichiban, Yonnas, Mane Rok)
No I won’t let this be my life
And I won’t let this here suffice
Only done what I thought was right
(Deca, Xencs, InkLine)
I’m gonna make it baby, I’m gonna make it (x2)
Mane Rok
Threw the box to the heavens pieces fell together
Formed the puzzle why I’ve been in hell forever
Big bang boom It’s Mane oooooo
Questioning if I still rep the same crew
A home grown ozone B-Boy by birth
Made a guarantee to see toys die first
So place your bets reality’s survivor
Show me the money before I retire
Some greats wait, me I reached in a bag of tricks
Fam since ninety-nine InkLined to handle this
Far beyond normal averageness
Automatic classic abstinence
Unfunkwitable since ideal chemistry
Only wanted to put out an EP initially
With no industry it’s made it so interesting
Knowing that we’re taking our place in history
Chorus
Bridge-Cuts
“Forever or how ever you want it-Word!”
Chorus
Outro (intro)
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18. |
Just One More
03:32
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Chorus
Cuts
1,2,3,4 Hit it!
Just one more (GimmeGimme) (x3)
C’mon baby gimme just one more….
InkLine
“Just One More…”
Chance to advance and exceed the limits
Pushing boundaries, I found that we can take what is given
Take advantage of this time all I need is a minute
And I ain’t taking back jack if I said it I meant it
theres always one more thing to say
when I run outta words that’ll be the day
when I’m six feet deep or they put me away
I’m just one more line in a book on a page
Catch a hook in the face like a catfish, that which
Just bites bait ‘cause he’s never had a sandwich
That’s what it’s like making music for ya’ll
‘cause the garbage you call hot’s not music at all
And I’m refusing to fall victim to the sitcom of the sick con-game you call life
And all this big talk, little action and no fight’s
Like being scared to take a chance when you roll dice
Chorus
Mane Rok
“Just one more…”
Minute wasted away saying I hated today
Atrocities as such spoke across cities corrupt luck
Just about out if running on fumes
For so long they doubted it but what could I do
Somehow shrouded with the thought of something to prove
And not allowed to get briefly sunk by a few
So I stepped up just to keep my rep up and guess what
Said clucks heads shrunk but I’m still begging and pleaing
Thinking maybe I just gave them a reason
To go ahead and start make with the believing
That I reached the end of my rope losing grasp
Cornered by my options had to chose one fast
It was news to cats I’d pulled it out in the clutch
But it’s always been there and was bound to get touched
Just a piece of me Oneders what we run for
More for you to see but this is “Just one more…”
Chorus
Bridge-Cuts
“I’m the forever living-there’s no beginning or ending”
“sock it to me one more time…”
“I’m the forever living-there’s no beginning or ending”
“on and on and on and on and on and on and on…..”
“don’t stop get it get it”
Chorus
Outro
“C’mon…aww yeah”
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