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1. _ Concentration
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2. _ Hott People
For all the late night peoples out there
"Rock rock y'all.."
"Rock rock y'all.."
"Rock y'all.."
"Rock y'all.."
".. and let's do it!"
You know there comes a time in everybody's life when
we just need a little bit of guidance
You know we get a little lost in the fog
and it sort of impedes our vision
But there's a way that we can figure it all out
and make it happen, make it work
The purpose of producin beautiful soul music is two-fold
One is fun - two goes to mute all the roof hogs
Let's build, useful tools, find some resolution in our lives
Three's to get your groove on, but it ain't like there's no
particular order, this ain't a true/false, answer only part of it
Everything's got an art to it
So we bottle it, market it, it don't hold water
well then we sharpen it, carve a little niche where we can all exist
as ourselves, not our sales
Despite our ails (OOH DO TELL!)
Cause I can't part with the alcohol, no doubt bruh
And on that note, I'm like my Southpaw Grandpah
He used to get his lamp on, he used to giggle at Tampons
And I'm probably not supposed to talk about that part
who cares though that's not important
I really broke all the sample laws with this damn song
so now I'm an outlaw
But it's time, we started talkin havin dialogue and bein honest
What's the other options - walk around, bottled up all hot and bothered
Makin assumptions and nothin gets accomplished
Can we set it off properly please?
[Chorus]
Lyrics Born (repeat 2X)
To the people, the people
To the people, the people
To the people people people
To the people (You're HOTT)
Yeah.. feelin good.. ("rock rock" .. "rock rock y'all")
The purpose of producin beautiful soul music is two-fold
One is fun - two goes to glue all the loopholes
Music is fuel, to get us where we goin in our lives
Three is still to groove on, but it ain't like there's a
paricular void, that's true though, that's my whole argument
That's where I'm at, there's where I've always been
Cause we've made accomplishments, we just need to proceed
with the utmost confidence - so, whether that encompasses you
signing up with your community nautilus
Buy a couple joggin suits, hop up on that pommel horse
and burn some ounces off your gluts, your upper abdominals
Openin offices, in major metropolises
Get some flossy cards, your logo embossed on em
Not the cost effective models
where you gotta cross the old pager number off the bottom
and draw, all kinds of lines all across it
and write your mom's spot, on top, and along the side of em
like, "Aww man, my pencil's not sharp -- know what?
Let me, let me just get your card, tight
Also, is it possible, can you run me by a Jack in the Box?"
Like I should, open office, minimize losses
Reinvest profits, we refine the process
by readin all the options, keepin all we promised
So we not caught up, all the fellas with the pants down
ladies caught topless, showin they casabas
Ignore that garbage, that was just some old nonsense
Strictly off the top shit, measurin the progress
The heart has the yardstick, anything else? Uhh yes..
"rock rock y'all.. a rock rock y'all.. and let's do it!"
Chorus 2X w/ variations
[Lyrics Born]
Yeah
This is the message that I'm tryin to get out to all the people
(What's that?) Just that we gotta stay positive, why'know?
Keep it (HOTT) Yeah (KEEP IT HOTT)
That's right, keep it sizzlin (REAL HOTT)
What? (REALLY HOTT)
Hehe.. SSSSSSSSSS (SSSSSSSSSSS)
(KNOW WHAT I MEAN?)
"ah rock rock y'all" (2X)
"rock y'all", "ah rock rock y'all"
"rock y'all", "and let's do it!"
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3. _ One of a Kind
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4. _ Mic Break 2
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5. _ Mic Break
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6. _ Golden Rule
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7. _ Mic Break 3
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8. _ People Like Me
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9. _ Extravaganza
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10. _ Bombonyall
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11. _ I Changed My Mind
Well I came into a young boy girl with no experience
And here in here out, we had our ups and downs
But I always took it serious
I made the jokes, I played the fool
I took time made all the plans
I know I told ya that we were supposed ta have something booked for this weekend
But I changed my mind
Chorus:
I changed my mind, I changed my mind, I changed my mind
And I changed my mind
Well it started getting cosy girl
I let you control the reigns
And despite what I knew to be true
Well I'd hoped that things would changed
I'd even say I can't completely blame
But I hesitate 'cause of our situations
In retrospect with the things you say
Would shift direction when put into action
But I just let it whiz on by
People say help me it's going a wry
And I'd flip out and say that's not right
Now I see my shit's stacked high
And I changed my mind
Chorus
Well looking back now as a young man girl
In hindsight I've been blessed
I never listened to my better judgement so my blind sight got the best of me
But we'd live and learn what you did in turn
Make me never ever settle for less
And what I deserve and once you mature girl
You'll always be second best
Chorus
It really pains me to see things change
But your limitations would of held me back
The things you say, try to under rate me
They were just a reflection of your self-respect
But now I let it whiz on by
Can't tell me hell me can't fly
Kiss my wings you can't me hypnotise me
Hear the MC a saying this bye bye
I changed my mind
Bout this here relationship that you've become so complacent
I've changed my mind you'd sacrifice everything we had
For a low price
I changed my mind, plain and simple
Now take me ????? girl
Changed my mind I tried, I kept it quiet
But now why the hell d'ya want to go and hypnotise
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12. _ Jada's Vengeance
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13. _ Divine Intervention
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14. _ Storm Warning
Check it
It began at sea
Three cross currents concurrently
Started turning creatin' the mother of all tempest to be
Excess precipitation and ionization
The cloud cover hovered ground 2000 feet
Listening swiftly to meet the ocean's wave peak
Along the jet stream was a fog
Sparkin', rollin', and pourin' needles of rain
Thunderin' like god's bowlin' lane
Crashin' and collidin', the master of craftsmen
Passionately expressing his anger with his angst
Then flashes rains
Insanity in fastening are rationally lashing out
Blossoming from his majestic means
Patterns and waves gravity couldn't tame
Battling seas with seas the skies were stale
The light light rain of lightening veins
Brought in gray clouds with bright silk, then fade
Devistating
The dark, thick, all bliss, cumulus
Looked more like swabs of cotton in a chalk cold ditch
Stretched across all four tips of the horizon
Yet its movement was swift
But then there seemed to be a shift
A small pause with and oddness and a stillness that felt
Ominous
Now if the storm was the servant under the earth's surface
The congregation was stirrin'
Nourishin', swellin', like a serpent turning
Like a burning furnace yearning
It was churning perturbed and quite determined to be heard
So the ocean floor bursts the earthquake emerged
And it formed a network of corridors
Which made the earth porous, the force urge forth, the surf warm
And the storm that served above it assumed the same course
Now as the rain poured waters the basin tore its corners
And they both aimed toward the northern california shore
And as the wind whispered warning, the ground hinted authority
The long shore men leaned forward, also were corneas
Quadruple in proportion he was lord by his formal introduction
To the forth coming force
That afternoon the appetite of the catastrophe beast cooled
Began by snacking on the panoramic view, the population of people
Every single house so feeble in the mouth of the storm
The needle of the richter scale teetered and trembled
So beautifully warned
Picturesque hale shot through the windowsill
The glass splinters sailed through the innards of little children
Waitin' for dinner, they entered then exited
The earth split like dry flesh and then engulfed two whole blocks
The roofs flew off like screw off tops
The school for the arts, the schoolin' docks
Plus few supermarkets and all its human contents
Of ruddy is screwed on top like you throw blocks
Now if you're alive to announce true accounts all over your mouth
Of rumble mills spouted keep your mouths and dollars damaged
The doom, the trials, the tribulations
You can do without the balance between life and total devastation
Everything around you shakin' and you quakin'
And you feel the rocking of the foundation
This madness slanted vibrations
And down you go, your mind's been slow around you so
Dishes flying out of their kitchen cabinet door
A few crashin' when they smash in the windows
That's when you recognize
The warning isn't just the terror in your eyes
Or fear between your ears
It's thunderin', the rumblin', is it all over you're now wonderin'
That's when the telephone pole rips through the roof
And adds a wide stake through your living room
Nature's heavy burden is now passed on to you
Your world eaves and pulls, you watch the house next door
Swallowed by a sinkhole, it's out of control, wow
Riveting whirlwinds gripping the world
Women and children wait a minute we're all in jeopardy
The wind brought the rain
The rain cleared the lane for the quake
And still made room for more rockin'
The quake shook the state, the state took the bait
Then sank, but still made room for more rockin', rockin'
It's like the bible says, the final days, the tidal waves
The earthquakes, the storm that breaks, simultaneously
Smack the landmass, orderin' california
The pourin' rain , the smoke and flames
The earth engaged in open man, from growin' pains
The broken mains regurgitating all in vain, pain
Your orphan daughter screams in vain
The block you came rectangular lace, from people grievin'
Neighborhoods that hydroplane, heavy breathin' can repeat
From passenger and everybody trying to escape on half a tank
Hearts palpitate, valves breakin', gas tanks, fault lines, open wine
We fall flyin', nose line
Behind us a car is blindsided by a semi
Fallin', cascadin', golden gate totaled, spiralin', spiralin'
Until the hemorrhages fall
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15. _ Looking Over a City
EL-P Speaking:
Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon everybody!
This is it
LATEEF:
Looking, over a city, that's gritty, and rather pretty
A pity, it's hard to find, but inequity, cover
Every itty bitty square diamond of jiggy
They givin ??, up to woodsy
Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways
These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats
They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere
Some brothers is overstandin on a hot black rooftop
Freestylin for they GOT damn lives, the spirit, it gets live
And answers the question why God blessed the Earth
But, buildings block out the sky, and the children
Are oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies, try to put it together GET
They pieces of the pie, hope they clever and tough
Make it better before they die, plant the next seeds
Somewhere in the South Bronx, or Patterson ??
The baddest with sharp chomp, to splatter when mouths-off
Retali' and swear he could damage em Dunn
But that will shatter his Mom's faith
In the art that she burns, herbs and candles of perm'
It's hard to call it see cause times change and the world turn
Some end up slangin dope, some end up strung out
On coke and sherm, some party every night for the rest of they life
And some learn, go corporate all professional rhetoric
With sensational glory, let me tell you all one day
That it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it
Cause any day in this fork, that they callin New York
Based on nothin but currents, you can find yourself a failure
Or a success story
On the subway, at three in the mornin, huh
Or on the corner, or up on a rooftop yawnin
Meditatin upon it, lookin over a city that's gritty
And rather pretty, a pity
It's hard to find but inequity covers every itty bitty
Square diamond, the engine, of America, inchin
Toward hysteria, pimpin, every fate
EL-P:
My friends are the faces you sit on, lickin a profit popsic'
Where food is just a necessity between sitcom watchin
Soak up quick image instead of black marks on papyrus
Fabric logic, where true to dirt perps go incogninant
Think of Soup Nazi, empatzi project hard copy
Books will suffer Farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced
Omega daylight quota, pop luck lottery info
GigaPet rapist, internet pedophile disco
Sensationalist function of truth, dirty ass fetish
Glass bubble lo-cal profile, the year's fiscal
Workin family, Social Jowe, boot camp
Rehab group home kid, idolized cartoon missile
Mostly, lonely, plant life
Cement arena scream when you don't listen closely
Switchblade amaze young gun Brooklyn blood transplant
Immature Menendez fashion
Crystal Method lover, buy the bottle, jungle captive
Where MC's got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets
Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon
Shoula packed a plastic handheld lead shark repellant
I sense the tension building, since canvas killing
K-9's roam trained our district
Culture murder politic sadistic
Policy all tough backtrackin', caught up in a tune from rockin fat cap
I told him it was art but just got laughed at
Burner liquid concoction on hot celsius
And kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you
Sooner than never, most lawless progress together
Fuck the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive junk
Brain rape train bottle burners or books, FUCK THAT!
LYRICS BORN:
Imagine this, Angeles, or San Francisco
And everybody sandwiched in, can't stop here and ambulences
Don't nobody ass-kiss, ain't practical bein passive
In the city you ask so much ass and mo' asses
It's a batch of latin girl, actin rappin off the spanish
English quest, can't understand, as the languages clash
And every ad is vandalism, the trash gets aneurysms
It's delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
Les-sons to the younger people stoops that double as bleachers
And I'm part, of an elite fleet, of MC's, and Truth Speakers
I import, concrete beats, that just speak, when my moods flavor
My peers I beg forgiveness, I just don't buy twelve inches
Too many independents, they share the same resemblance
Too hard to make decisions, I built up a resistance
Like I'm fightin off a sickness plus they just don't hold my interest
But, mission'in out, to the indigineous birthplace
The first day, I inched below the sur-face
And found, inspiration, in surplus, in my, in-terpretation
Of dis-turbed crazy world, of love, dope shit, attemptin contemplation on
Uniquely woven and continuously flowin intricately sewn into
The fabric of the nation New York City keep on mowin em down baby!
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Magyar 
