1. |
IntrOhio
01:01
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2. |
To Start It Off
03:34
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To start it off, let me state a fact
No label gave a fuck about Hip Hop till it made them cash
So now you got, all these fucking idiots
That rap about bling bling and sing on some sissy tihs
Your shit sucks but you’re saying that it’s hot
And the only reason’s ‘cause you keep eating tabasco sauce
So face the fact, you ain’t creating rap
Don’t start with me it ain’t hard to see your shit is R&B
Apart from weak you lack heart and emotion
While I’m relying on talent, not marketing and promotion
‘Cause if a dope lyrical flow you could bust
I wouldn’t write songs all night long to diss you stupid fucks
So get a grip ‘cause this shit’s getting ridiculous
Your album sales is based off of lies and pretty bitches tits
I’ve tried to spit some sense like tongues and dimes ‘cause
No label or emcee could ever fuck with me, like a nun’s vagina
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3. |
Is He Weird
04:24
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I’m ‘a start throwing all my porno mags inside the trash
From now on I’m jacking off to pictures of your bitch ass
I’m ‘a start throwing all my porno mags inside the trash
From now on I’m jacking off to pictures of your bitch ass
Now when you see me walking naked hating that fake shit
It’s pro’ly because [I’m having a bad day bitch]
So walk away quick don’t say shit ‘cause I don’t play bitch
And I ain’t tough [I’m a little skinny mother fucker] but I don’t take shit
Now if life was a game I would have quit long time ago
But it isn’t so I eat cheese wizdom in hopes my mind will grow
A minor blow to the head causes a major pain
When it rains sanity I’m under the vanity trying to stay insane
So pass me that bath towel
Before I have to make like mascara and lash out
Anti up or watch my posse mash out
To drive a spike below your spine to get you to back down
So who raps fast now
‘Cause I can do anything you can do better by rolling my tongue and that’s how
And I suggest, that you take it with a grain of salt
‘Cause if a bitch gets raped with a condom then it’s a safe assault
Man that shit was intense (in tents)
Like leaving a crap inside of a sleeping bag on a camping trip
Here hit this, ‘cause suckers I be vamping quick
To give them cotton mouth and never leave them with a chance to spit
Plus this mic is what my hands’ll grip
You conquered your fear of clowns and now you think you can handle IT
Shit I’m eating fried rice with Jaime’s dad
The ladies man ‘cause we two boozers smoother than a baby’s ass
So get the fuck out my face
And swallow a clock, so you can watch what you say
With your bitch in the back laughing at you
Butt naked, with your bitch in the back laughing at you
Butt naked, with your bitch in the back laughing at you
Butt naked, with your bitch in the back laughing at you
How the fuck you gonna criticize me when you don’t know my height
And I’m not a critic so if you did it then it would be a lie
And what’s up, with all these cats thinking they’re music critics
When they don’t know the half about rap or the music business
So quit fronting like a pair of tits
I’m fighting like Mike Tyson when I bite your fucking ear and spit
But Mike T lines be played out I keep a clean house
And you forgot to shut the fucking closet when you came out
I’m only rhyming when there’s seconds left
I put a net to my chest, just so I can catch my breath
So here’s my verse check it
You need to quit keeping it real and try to keep it in perspective
The facts of life are I’m first and you’re second
And I bet you can’t guess where my third leg’s been?
Nope, it hasn’t been kicking dirt up on stunts
And if sex was a woman, she’d be pretty as fuck
But all chics are stupid
‘Cause stupid chics are lunatics
They’re always messing with crap, just so they can ruin shit
I’m not the radio I’m not in tuned with it
I’m going to shows frozen to show you I’m the coolest kid
And I’m ill, plus my music’s sick
So my tracks need a vaccine before I can produce a hit
So get used to it
I’m kind of like a tailor to this rap game, because I’m ruling it
So who you fooling kid you’re stupid
You’re acting like a bag of fresh coins you’re just a nuisance (new cents)
I’m ‘bout to end this like I’m cutting my wrist
‘Cause yo I’m done (dun), like saying son with a lisp
I don’t give a fuck, ha ha ha ha
You ain’t about shit
I’m ‘a tell you this for your own benefit
I don’t give a fuck, ha ha ha ha
You ain’t about shit
Try to battle me and get your mouth split
I sit and wonder in my room if gays wear straight jackets
I want a refund on my life but it ain’t happening
I stay trapped in my room bored as heck
Call me a dummy screaming nobody loves me clutching a Portishead
And it seems I can’t afford this debt
So I pay attention with intentions on ignoring it
But what’s more important is
I’m sick of notorious Christians fronting like they’re born again
And yeah that’s a subliminal diss
‘Cause all you do is produce a bunch of miserable kids
So shut the fuck up or get lumped in the head
And don’t be thinking something’s right just ‘cause nothing’s fucking left
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4. |
2 Cups of Chocolate Milk
01:31
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Buck: ‘ey yo Snake them kids out there seem mad thirsty.
You got something for them to drink?
Snake: Yo we can wet up some chocolate milk!
Buck:
Arm to the hand hand spoon to the cup
Yo stir up in the mix and then you take a little chug
Snake:
M to the I to the L-K chocolate
As I take a drink out of the cup chug-a-lug kid
Buck:
Don’t pour it down the drain carnation’s my thang
I grab the Nestle’s Quick out of the case
Pour it in, get my spoon and snatch that fat cup
Don’t give a fuck let’s see a sucker drink that much
Snake:
As you decipher which milk to try first
Skim is lethal, it’s evil
So grab the 2% we can drink some more
Or warm it up to keep all your brain cells warm
Buck:
Oh shit hold this yo that’s the old mix
I drink Nestle’s dump it that shit is bogus
Snake:
Even when I’m old and hairy, dairy’s consumed
The Quick’s in the cup mix it up drink it soon
Buck:
Yo, testing testing all y’all get ready
Here comes the powder out of the Nestle’s
Drink! Guzzle two cups, Oooo that’s too much
Just to let you know Buck and Snake coming through ya
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5. |
My Grandma
05:07
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My grandma, is so ill
My grandma
My grandma, is so ill
My grandma, is iller than yours
When I say ill, man I ain’t talking ‘bout a sickness
I’m talking ‘bout some sauerkraut and dumplings in the kitchen
Your grandma sucks when compared to mine
So when you go to her house be prepared to dine
Because she’s very polite, and yes I’d have to say so
But if you act up she’ll smash your ass like a mash potato
Which brings me to think that every time she cooks I be fiending to eat
Like damn, what is this? A cooking cat-o-strophe
I mean catastrophe pass the peas and the macaroni
What? You think that I’m joking?
My grandma’s never cheap like a pack of bologna
And when the traffic is flowing, and everybody’s distressed
My grandma’s so dope she goes slow and gives a shit less
Yeah, so go on and pass her
But don’t honk at her unless you want to get that ass hurt
My grandma, is so ill
My grandma
My grandma, is so ill
My grandma, is iller than yours
Now there ain’t no reason you should sit and bicker
‘Cause it’s the season she cooks the Christmas dinner
Mmm, I watch the damned time pass slow
And stuff my face with the ham and pineapple
But grab slow, ‘cause if you rush she’ll clutch your neck to grip
And regulate ‘cause she won’t even hesitate to get the switch
Watch out! Everybody’s pushing to eat
‘Cause the food is so good and sweet it’ll put you to sleep
I’m like dagwood, the food was that good
I went to conversate but wait, step back look
And what do I see? Everybody’s asleep
It must have been from grandma’s cooking ‘cause it wasn’t from me
So I begun to proceed to eat the flavory steak
And made a vowel that I’ll be staying awake
But I’m a liar, ‘cause as I walked through the house
I felt tired, I think I’ll take a spot on the couch
My grandma, is so ill
My grandma
My grandma, is so ill
My grandma, is iller than yours
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6. |
Theracation/Eduputic
07:10
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Soft lips beautiful eyes and the prettiest smile
Isn’t enough to just keep me around
‘Cause I’m gonna need more than some material things
Love will blind you I remind you appearances will deceive
And no matter how much you think that she’s different
She’s still capable of taking a hold of your heart and ripping it
Ridiculous, can’t describe the situation
But it might describe the flavor ‘cause the flavor’s bitter tasting now
Sit sit back I’m ‘bout ‘bout to begin
Let me speak raps on brief facts about this chic
Young and immature, dumb and insecure, typical
Probably the qualities you’d find in a little girl
Now I’m gonna take you, back to the beginning
When I gave a fuck less about her, or any other women
‘Cause I was smart, I knew they was trouble
So whoever thought that I would have sank in the love boat?
It’s tough tho, to reflect on the past
And realize I was second, and left in the trash
The chic’s pathetic, how she acts insane and shit
When she finds another guy that she can act infatuated with
Do you remember, February 15th?
The day that I kissed you, and you kissed me
And you said it was real, and I knew I was stuck
But what I didn’t know is I was stupid as fuck
But everyone else did, in fact they laughed at me
And I was like damn, man, what does that mean?
And all my friends told me, just to get rid of the chic
But I didn’t listen I believed that she was different
And I was right, ‘cause I’d been dissed in the past
But never had a chic grip my heart and rip it in half
And yeah that sounds corny, but what I say is real
‘Cause how else am I to explain the anguish and pain that I feel?
A brain collision, mind was in a head wreck
You can ask my friends they’d say I was lying on my death bed
I get stressed, ‘cause I know you knew about it
But you was having fun acting drunk out of town it’s
Obvious, you need to get some help
How can you respect me? You can’t respect yourself
The deck’s been dealt, there’s cards missing I think
So who’s that girl with them little tricks up her sleeve?
And I just can’t believe how much I cared for you
‘Cause no matter what would happen, I’d be there for you
But where were you? I was abandoned, helpless
You were no where to be found, ‘cause damn it you’re selfish
You’re gonna do, whatever it takes
To get whatever you want no matter if it makes
Another person, hurt deeply inside
And I can see clearly now so don’t think that I’m blind
And you wanna know, just what the fuck that I’m saying?
Well I’ll give you the skinny on our shitty relation
‘Cause it was only real, for prob’ly under a month
Until you got distracted and went after another someone
But it wasn’t like, you guys had never talked
‘Cause it isn’t that hard to find someone that you never lost
Blinking lights, warning, I should have read the sign
I was just a bridge for you to pass what was left behind
But what’s behind didn’t want you
He must have seen something I didn’t and got rid of you pronto
This shit is absurd
You fucking weirdo how’s it feel to get kicked to the curb?
And yeah I said it, and you thought I was strange?
Man you got a fucking problem, what’s wrong with your brain?
I’m freaking serious, step back, slow up a minute
Look at yourself from the outside, behold what I vision
It doesn’t matter if he has tattoos, or his pants sag
The bottom line is, you just want what you can’t have
And some how, I don’t know how, but you got me
And once you had me, that means, you don’t want me
And so without telling, me how you feel
You left me out to dry and I’m about to get ill
‘Cause there’s a whole in my heart, I’m missing a piece
And I know that you have it so give it back to me
‘Cause frankly, it makes me sick
How you can give me the shaft and act like it ain’t shit
And I wonder if you think about me, and the things we did
I doubt it, you’re prob’ly thinking of him
And as mad as I am, to be honest, I don’t hate you
I just feel bad for any cat that tries to date you
I’ll say too, that you have an addiction
And it needs to be corrected so get up, and fix it
Prime example, remember when you said to me
How you’ll hang out with a guy, and hate him after two weeks
Well there’s a reason, why you do these stupid type things
‘Cause you like the feeling of something new and exciting
And after a while, shit gets real
And you start to get scared, and head for the hills
It’s just another guy, getting dumped again
But you need to realize just what the fuck you did
‘Cause these are people, with feelings and emotions
That you tamper with, ‘cause damn it, it’s bullshit
You got me pissed again ‘cause you’re selfish and ignorant
It’s been too long time to move on because I’m sick of it
And don’t try, to pride yourself
‘Cause this song is about me, and how I survived the hell
That you put me through, and made my days somber
But actually, it only made me stronger
So check it out, I’m done what I’m doing here
So please keep the piece of my heart, as a souvenir
My move is clear remember what you asked me that night?
Well here’s the answer, peace, have a nice life
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7. |
Get On My Skateboard
03:14
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I’m ‘a take you back to those days my favorite season was late fall
We used to ride the half-pipe at night with Jake Hall
I’d loved it to ‘cause me and my cousin Luke
Would skate and never hesitate to bust a move
And I felt safe, ‘cause he would punch a dude
Plus he invented putting double tongues up in your shoes
And some of the shit, I remember the best
Was stomping the competition at Septemberfest
I never won, ‘cause pro’ly I stank
But name another cat that busted an ollie off of the bank
So drop me off at the place where me and Abdul just met
And tried to teach me wall rides all night at one step
I never got it, and till this day I still can’t
But you can find me on the brink like the ill pants
I used to rock, everyday in the summer
Go check the forecast ‘cause everyday it rained was a bummer
But that never stopped me, from skating the street
‘Cause all I did was find a dry spot up under a tree
So it’s no wonder why we, never gave a shit about school
I’ll smoke through my homework time to skate ‘cause I’m out dude
Now before we had any drama filled whack skateparks
We used to always stop and get ill at Capehart and skate hard
Annihilating for hours
And if my sweaty ass got dry I wasn’t taking a shower
‘Cause that’s how I’m living, and most don’t know this about me
But I was one of the few cats who started Salvation Army
Damn, man you remember those one days
We used paint then skate in the basement of Subway
When I was younger always hit the city and skate
But since I’m older I flip thoughts on my memory bank
Plus you know, what I’m about kid
It’s me and Jaime, straight skating the fountain
In downtown with the new board and grip tape
The lighting reminded me of Zoo York Mixtape
Volume 1 and since I saw it son
I can’t stop watching because it’s not enough
That’s the best video, that’s ever been made
I played it so much I fucked up the tracking display
I’m gonna go back to those days ‘cause that shit was great
We gave a fuck about nothing ‘cause all we did was skate
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I’m searching for that girl a parallel to a dope break
She’s one in a million original like a snow flake
She’s never been sampled or ever heard in a track
And I’m searching, for a girl like that
Now for the sake of this song, I’m ‘a be realistic
‘Cause where I’m from chics be materialistic
Always more worried about, smearing their lipstick
It’s pitiful, they’re so stereotypical
And I’ve dug downtown, but this city is useless
‘Cause it seems every chic listens to the shittiest music
So I got a question, from little ol’ me
Where’s all the chics into M.O.P.?
Man you know that type of chic, doesn’t exist
Yeah maybe I’ll try the Pharcyde to find some other fish
‘Cause at this point, it’s just a wish
And if she’s been sampled that’s something I ain’t funking with
I see a lot of dudes always, sweating some chics
Looking desperate to get with whatever they can
I’m tired of wasting my time with these nickels and dimes
I want that $2 dollar bill with the knowledge filled mind
Sometimes I think, I need to get help
Is it too much to ask to meet a chic with a Tech 12
That has an MPC with wax on the shelf
Maybe a microphone,
‘Cause I’m convinced I’m gonna die alone
And maybe it’s kind of ridiculous so why give a shit
I’m never ever gonna find the illest chic
And I found a few samples but in due time
It was proven, they just couldn’t loop right
And so I guess the saga continues
To filter out through all the chics with all the drama and issues
I’m searching for that snowflake type chic
That represents a mother funking dope break like this
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9. |
I Get Down
02:05
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10. |
Take Notes
03:30
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Haaaaaaaa, ugggghhh, ye what?
Dog, dog, don’t make me wipe my face with your ass
I mean my, my, damn it!
Yo, I practice two things: abstinence and gluttony
So I’ll be damned if you think that bitch is fucking me (what bitch?)
Man I don’t know and I don’t give a shit
The main point’s to stay poised your boy is a little bitch (word)
Look at him jock my style
I’ll throw stones at your home just to rock the house
You gonna knock me down? ‘Cause my flowing is sick
My name is Buck Bowen, I’m not a bowling pin
Are you going again? Watch you stutter stall
Nice strike, sike, more like a gutter ball
You suckers fall trying to copy and take
‘Cause you need to realize your rhymes are sloppy and fake
You should watch me and take notes, on how to stay fresh
And just because your set has gifts doesn’t mean you have stage presence (presents)
I be the kid with the crazed hair party with R. Kelly picking chics up at day care
You’re watching me, you’re watching me
Take notes, GET OFF MY DICK
You’re watching me, you’re watching me
Take notes, GET OFF MY DICK
You’re watching me, you’re watching me
Take notes, GET OFF MY DICK
You’re watching me, you’re watching me
Take notes, GET OFF MY DICK
Check it out, like a library card
It’s evident you’ll never win you don’t try very hard
Man I don’t give a hoot, what you pussies believe
‘Cause fucking with my promotion only push me to succeed
You wanna battle me? You get me to laugh
I wouldn’t waste a fucking rhyme trying to split you in half
You like a dick in your ass you want it crooked or straight
Now bounce onto your house and get put in your place
‘Cause you would have erased me, but your verses stink
And it’s clear to say I’m on here to stay like permanent ink
Ha ha, so get used to the style
And shut the fuck up and look stupid and smile
‘Cause I’ve been doing this a while and now you just getting started
My crap is mentally ill because my shit is retarded
I’m done, trying to fight these cats
You want to burn a fucking bridge I’ll help you light the match
You’re watching me, you’re watching me
Take notes, GET OFF MY DICK
You’re watching me, you’re watching me
Take notes, GET OFF MY DICK
You’re watching me, you’re watching me
Take notes, GET OFF MY DICK
You’re watching me, you’re watching me
Take notes, GET OFF MY DICK
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11. |
All Things
06:51
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12. |
No Stairway
08:13
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14. |
Gray'd Skewl
03:59
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15. |
I'm A Mess
02:05
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16. |
Lonely Tooth
01:15
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17. |
Brush Ya Teef
02:42
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18. |
Your Song's Pathetic
03:27
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Buck Bowen Long Beach, California
"Trying to bridge the growing gap between 'would-be' and 'has-been.'"
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