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released March 1, 2013

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Track Name: Hi-Tech World, Lo-fi Life (prod. FHTB)
high tech world
lo fi life
living just to die
that's how you do it
do it right x2

spy with the little eye
find the man whose lost inside
time it right, conspire lies
simulate the concept ties
tie the knot, elope the shy
horizons come in broken jive
chance the fall with the locust eye
the storm don't shop for one good shine
with the bolts for the lightning
sound for the thunder
boat for the right king
left to get under
get alone and mope
write about the rainbows
never get a home
just a house where the rain goes
hang those
childhood photos
drawn to the smile
now you cover not show those
how you covet the style

high tech world
lo fi life
living just to die
that's how you do it
do it right x2
Track Name: Said It Before, Say It Again (prod. Vanilla)
with the "pay me" chain and the pocket watch
say that something ...and talk as soft
about the blocks we build
with the rocks and stones
hiphop's just talk, don't break the bones
diss about an empty threat
then take it home
miss another shot
but the bullet's slow
pull it through the hole
and sow the seeds
two of these knocking
just to shit what you eat
come up behind
while they're rapping on the door
I'm talking about the bullshit
just show 'em some more
show 'em the door
the lines of
mahogany boards
and the time flies
when the clock is deplore
so don't waste mine
taking stock of the source
pick pocket the poor
'cause you want the lint of the floors

i said it before, i'll say it again
don't wait with the floor
just play with the pen

forget me not these fiddlestix
forget me what the riddle is
might he be forgetful
truth is, rap is my reality
but just a fistful...
an alibi for crimes that take place inside my shallow e-
-go
weak rhymes, dope rhymes
don't matter how you float mine
it's sleep for the peep-hole waiting for the show time
keyhole for the lock that never breaks
key choke on the shock of a lojack on that place
found the secret—now there's no way to go back
I slow that revelation
recollect the trepidation
only seconds from the bacon
making up a latent statement
and I take it to the press
have it pressed upon a tshirt
show it to the world
so they say what he heard

[murder on the links
no sausage in the universe
christie got her hand tied
hastings got his feelings hurt]

i said it before, i'll say it again
don't wait with the floor
just play with the pen

ju calls it his realness
says he's on the rise
so high, he
hires me to deal with his problems
but I'm on the bottom
don't feel it
with the rope tied to the ceiling
a feeling of sheep
walking in sync
covered in sheets with slit eyes
sulking to blink
a klan of the one hit-fits all
mind spinning in pure bliss
got the songs for the smokers
but the puzzle piece don't fit
when you long for the so-good-you-can't-ignore-that shit
Track Name: Bombs Away (prod. Evil Needle)
if it's bombs away
when the future's looking bleak
find a cool, dry lonely place
to put my body down to sleep
x4

I'm down to breathe
like the tree
so lonely in a silent forest
I look for us
in the green leaves that hold the knowledge for us
carbon dioxide
monoxide exchange
down to the rocks
I toss out my change
caution the toss and make it so plain
that I spoke it aloud and made it my name
my pain
is how
I'm out of the game
tore up the rules
and made it my fame in no place
take it or leave it
nowhere's better than somewhere we've been
still reading all the lies
in between the mark is why

if it's bombs away
when the future's looking bleak
find a cool, dry lonely place
to put my body down to sleep
x4

sip the elixir of life
feel it inside it feels quite nice
I feel it alive I feel it alight
burning the surface of the all that's within
i fight the finish before it begins
and like the finnish I fight with sticks and skiis
no motorized tricks in me
so sew the right end
lift it up
pride in prejudice
prick the thumbs
I reddit and shake the wrung from right
no light gets in when the candles are lit
and everyone licks the same little bit
no dry spot to sit
note writ by the mouth
ripped it cryptic and left it out
so listen to the sound of blabbering hounds and wolves

if it's bombs away
when the future's looking bleak
find a cool, dry lonely place
to put my body down to sleep
x4
Track Name: Around the Minute (prod. Ghetto Cow)
looking for a place to find my peace of mind
I speak in riddle-like rhymes
that say a bit about me but my speech impediments are a self-inflicted edifice of pound cake
and giving all the ground space
I'm tipping
the scales at 140, ain't no one in sight looking for me
flipping a coin
I write like they saw me, but I'm really still forming an opinion while longing
for the rack and pinion piston
whatever it is I'm flipping
got my minions on attack
so I defend what I got hidden
that's a matter of match
whether or not I press a statement
impress upon my face an expression that states
I made it to some place
so no one looks for my shaded hate
taking away a book and a page
a jacket, a pad, and some bait
go fish for the card I make
my business is a sizzling affair
like eggs benedict I'm a traitor to the fair
trade a playing card
my pocket monster's staying hard
no pocket lint, just change in it
keep a changeling clean while he makes image
scheme my way around a finish
tell it like it is, abrupt and dim wits
I pluck a feather, live with a weathered plant, dead
pick three, little lotto please pick me
brittle
applicable to little
petite
like my placating vent of bubbled up heat
I bleed through my skin holes
they make it seem so simple
it goes on forever
levitate my pay grade
so minimum wage rises
while the cost of living stays high
with the populace
masses are asses for politics
I majored in nothing and everywhere
yet who will hire me to roll up my cuffs and stare into piety
pair up with a pie and chow down
my favorite it apple but i also like that chocolate cream shit

try again to refit the same words in reason
the pain hurts but we did what ways work for days lived
get paid dirt and stay with the parents who trade work for days been
never get back
mail off your hit track
never hear back
never here?
sounds better to me
always busy
never to be seen
maybe dead
rumored about
when the nail gets hit upon the head
bent out of shape
replace with another likeness
wonder where he went
maybe finally the right fit
boom
burn away the simplex
study it careful
and turn away from syntax
semiotic language
metaphors to hang with
similes and similarities
you get smells
I stare for free
hell, I wear my free
not a patriot
I fail to believe in our system of checks and balance
one bounces, another's just a ballast in a ship bound to sink
captain abandons his boat to have a drink
supposed to really think about it
but there's no end game
everybody dies
no one gets to send blame
got the yarn spinning
all around the men and
who's arm is it
wrapped around the minute
it begins
I pin it up on walls where no one watches
and boards blocked with flyers of mock shit
it's all this and nothing more
here i come, up knocking upon your floor
got the yarn spinning
all around the men and
who's arm is it
wrapped around the minute
it begins
Track Name: Velcro Kicks (prod. Handbook)
v1:
if time is money then i'm on welfare
and change is coming
but i've felt there's
a weight in the air
feels like purgatory
too afraid to be scared
just a made up story
where the where doesn't matter
and has-been's are saturdays
everyone is flattered
by the last thing you had to say
but the days are short
and the nights are long
gotta build up that rapport
make the poor man money strong
writing songs with no aim
I'm shooting blanks into pages
I erase with a click and I forget I ever say this
but it sticks
in my head like gum underneath a table
not there until it's a fable, long lost
and only tales, you touch and find notes sealed
by a man you barely know still
these feels on a flat surface
make you remember what you had to work with
purchased a no-good
first lip
and the second came after too long to live
I'm too strong to quit
no matter how many jelly reddit donuts don't know it
I'm only home

hook:
i am a knot tied in your new shoes
i come undone
when you walk through
all that you've become is nothing more than doom
all that you've become is nothing but you

v2:
so don't point out my flaws
I see them when I listen
as if I didn't, as if I cook without a kitchen
no stove to burn my gruel on
I earn it, but school was just a furnace
for soul burning
I got by but a bit singed
gainful employment is working on what's within
got a friend that won't move if he's on fire
streets and sanitation for life is what he aspires
but he's tired of waiting for rain
to put out the smoke inside his ears
and drowning in his own train
of javelins stabbing him
won't pay for what's no chain
the room is so secure with a rope from which you hang
if you never leave
block out the memories
i remember he
never moved
made the nation a place to chase that rubber room
but i'm a two
on a scale of terrible
don't confuse this paraphrase
with parable

i am a knot tied in your new shoes
i come undone
when you walk through
all that you've become is nothing more than doom
all that you've become is nothing but you

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