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Phone Sex II / Second Glance

by Buck Bowen

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1.
IntrOhio 01:01
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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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Is He Weird 04:24
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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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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My Grandma 05:07
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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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
7.
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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I Get Down 02:05
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Take Notes 03:30
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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All Things 06:51
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No Stairway 08:13
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Gray'd Skewl 03:59
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I'm A Mess 02:05
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Lonely Tooth 01:15
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An artful, entertaining, atypical Hip-Hop release fragmented with discontent, heartache, humor, and apathy.

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released December 4, 2004

Written, produced, recorded, and mixed by Buck Bowen @ Mom Dukes in Omaha, NE

Mastered by Doug Van Sloun @ Focus Mastering Omaha, NE

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"Trying to bridge the growing gap between 'would-be' and 'has-been.'"

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