LYRICS

COOKIN FROM SCRATCH


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SULU
Play it once again for old time’s sake
Sam, hit the keys
And the chords that make
Love to the ears
And the words I make
Let the verbs vibrate
Take a certified break
Put your drinks up. Cheers.
One down, two down, and then thirds.
Step to the side to exchange some words
You can’t understand ‘cause my speak’s all slurred
Memory’s blurred, but you’re getting disturbed.

UN-G
hard to say i’m sorry, now really what’s my story
am I just to proud or it’s just to loud
in hear to say what I need to say
these parts we play, day to day
one more shot for the burning hot
got a stubborn soul that won’t let go
of the words unheard to make this flow

SULU
I see her walk in
With her friends talking
And I start to hesitate
Don’t matter the last
That I seen her walk past
It’s not commensurate
If I had that doubt, should’ve shut my mouth
before it’s ass out and the cat’s out. It’s on today.
Should’ve said pass.
First time to meet and it ends up the last.

CHORUS
Nobody’s gonna say they’re sorry now.
Out of all the ginjoints in this town
Why’d she have to go walk in mine?

VERSE 2:

J-BOMB
You drinker. You drunk her.
You stinker. You stunk her.
You’re a drunkard with no word
to get you out of trouble.
You’re sinking in the rubble
And you can’t do the shuffle
Cuz your time is on the double now you’re stuck in that bubble.

UN-G
As she walks on by
like her name was Dionne Warwick.
I turn to my drink-n-think
I got to be more on it.
with these faces n places
‘n these water holes I frequent
the name is peter cetera
wearing special gold sequin

J-BOMB
Just a man living out his word
Trying to get by with abstract and absurd
I know what it is to understand and to mean
but I run this ship I don’t want to careen
off the course or into the water
I hear it now. It’s an engine sputter.
Something’s not clicking
the gear’s off line!
You say it’s your gin joint and I say it’s mine!

CHORUS
Nobody’s gonna say they’re sorry now.
Out of all the ginjoints in this town
Why’d she have to go walk in mine?

Halftime break

SULU
Here’s looking at you it’s true kid
Flowing like fluid
Memory froze so we gotta reboot it
Gotta troubleshoot it. But you refute it.
Now we’re at a party where the people just viewed it.
That’s fine that we had to uproot it
Let’s try to soothe it.
Should’ve just eluded.
Had to walk away and that’s just what you did.
Screwed by my true id.
Play it once again for old time’s sake
Sam, hit the ivory
Chords that make
Misty-eye slobbery
For the sake
Of the format. Wake-
Up heartburned.
Can’t afford that ache.
My words that make
Little or none
In the sense column
Alcohol got the hum.
Goin’ in the blood –
Sam, play it on the keys
Cuz I said what I said
And I’m all apologies.

SOUNDCHECK

CHORUS
We didn’t think you’d understand us.
And that’s exactly why we planned this.
So what’s up with the ambivalence to the sibilance?
And are you liking the sound? (uh-uh)
How bout now, are you loving the sound? (uh-uh)
How bout now, are you?

SULU
So this is why we’re doing these
I could be that person who is screwing these
Line checks but truancy
For true mc’s
Are fueling these impunities.
I got an opportunity that’s a boon to the
Sound checking lunacy that is soon to be.
True indeed.
Thinking about the next step
What’s the opening rhyme
Am I preceded by a rep?
When I drop a little line
Will you hit me with some feedback?
Positive or negative or man I can’t believe that?
Heed that as a warning – catching what I say?
Am I running on delay?
Return to zero, hit play.
Start again with waveforms through the vocals
Hoping that you realize that you’re the only focal
Point of my performance
You’re watching in abhorrence
As I’m playing in ignorance
On the vocals and the horns
An audience of one and now she’s leaving with a shrug
Next time I need a sound check or do it unplugged.

CHORUS
We didn’t think you’d understand us.
And that’s exactly why we planned this.
So what’s up with the ambivalence to the sibilance?
And are you liking the sound? (uh-uh)
How bout now, are you loving the sound? (uh-uh)
How bout now, are you?

J-BOMB
Mulligans, Do Overs, Practice Shots, and rehearsals
When it’s all the way live there’s no time for reversals.
Your fortune’s not told. There’s no putting it on hold
You got to come bold when you’re going for the gold.
Prep in your mind the words you want to find
As you said it in the mirror. This way you won’t fear her
As you step to the mic -Check
Let me start again. Check.
Impress in 7 seconds.
Actors on stage can always get a run through
but to be on point you know you got to come to
the pre-show sound check check check
This way you’re ready, cuz slugger you’re up on deck
And no there won’t be a second guesser
The engineer will not hit the de-esser.
Like life and romances you got to practice dances
because in this world there are no second chances.

CHORUS
We didn’t think you’d understand us.
And that’s exactly why we planned this.
So what’s up with the ambivalence to the sibilance?
And are you liking the sound? (uh-uh)
How bout now, are you loving the sound? (uh-uh)
How bout now, are you?

UN-G
allow me to interject as I make the intersect
intertwine crossing line seeing all that is mind
lover and a fighter expressing as a lighter
sparking flame to maintain that fight for the love
you feel it in the rub you taste it in the marinate
chew it slow let it flow let the flavor incubate
in your city in your state halo halo is the fate
come on now let’s create push it up higher rate
girl you got a little taste of the current mind state
do you dig or do you hate
i see i’m coming way too late
expression of your silence
tells me not enough violence
in the words have you heard
keep the life clean of the matter
that is fecal
never living for the sequel
failed to impress she walks with no interest
on these import car models never had a great effect
maybe next time i gotta do a little sound check

CHORUS
Kickstand my man
‘cause you gotta keep it up
And try to take a stand
And
Don’t fold it up
Cuz the kickstand will hold it up.
Kickstand my man
‘cause you gotta keep it up
And take a stand and man up.
And if you throw your hands up
Tighten up your belt and keep your pants up.

SULU
I write rhymes
And it’s all in my delivery
Incite minds and throw a lifeline
And call it chivalry.
The revelry we’re bringing on a night to night basis
To get you off your ass to fight whatever might face us
So let’s move, put some mettle in the pedaling
There’s no time to coast and even less time for settling
So – Are you down for whatever?
Are you down for the count?
Or are you just plain down?
You can’t complain now
If I catch you laying down
You better get up, put up, shut up, instead of
The usual excuse people always use includes
Could’ve, would’ve, should’ve, a bit of
Drive is necessary and it’s in my bike chains
Direction in the handle bars up on my bike frame
I’m on the mic laying the truths to my claims
And if you need the fast track then find the bike lane.

CHORUS
Kickstand my man
‘cause you gotta keep it up
And try to take a stand
And
Don’t fold it up
Cuz the kickstand will hold it up.
Kickstand my man
‘cause you gotta keep it up
And take a stand and man up.
And if you throw your hands up
Tighten up your belt and keep your pants up.

J-BOMB
There’s a flat on my racer and on my BMX.
How am I going to flex and make it to the next
level or location?
Cuz here’s the situation
My life is in need of some good vibrations
My ears are filling up with all the negativity
It travels through canals to infect my E-Y-E.
And I’m blind as a bat and I’m wearing my glasses
I can’t read the notes that I took in my classes.
Yet I hold you up high, yeah high in the air
And I’m doing the job like I was a circus bear.
The force between us you me and the road
It’s a bit off balance because of maxi-overload.
No post, no rack, Can’t put you on a pedestal
Can’t leave you on the ground cause then you’ll be forgettable.
So I hold there keep you in my right hand
Then I remember to let go
Because you have a kickstand.

CHORUS
Kickstand my man
‘cause you gotta keep it up
And try to take a stand
And
Don’t fold it up
Cuz the kickstand will hold it up.
Kickstand my man
‘cause you gotta keep it up
And take a stand and man up.
And if you throw your hands up
Tighten up your belt and keep your pants up.

UNISON BREAK
I switch gears on the micro-phone
When it’s on I keep it tight like lycra.
You tighten up the pace.
Keep it moving, tighten up the pace (and win the race)
REPEAT ONE MORE TIME

UNISON VERSE
Now there’s all kinda falling-
Falling down, falling for
But now you’re falling behind
Fall in line
It’s all in store
Waiting on the road ahead
You’re falling hard, a fallen soldier
Shooting fallaway three’s
Fall in love
And falling over

Now there’s all kinda falling-
Falling down, falling for
But now you gotta kickstand
To keep from falling to the floor.

CHORUS
Kickstand my man
‘cause you gotta keep it up
And try to take a stand
And
Don’t fold it up
Cuz the kickstand will hold it up.
Kickstand my man
‘cause you gotta keep it up
And take a stand and man up.
And if you throw your hands up
Tighten up your belt and keep your pants up.

SULU
My mind is racing like an Earnhardt
trying to fight the burn heart or heartburn
flip it make a hard turn
the hard earned
salary
starts to burn like calories
it’s bait man, like Malarie
on Family Ties, dramatized.
You got the nicks, the cuts, the scratches and the bruises
and everybody chooses
the winners and the losers
depending on the rules that you’re playing by
the game will be decided and the fools will be laying right
next to each other in the bed that they made
I’m writing all these rhymes right off the head they surveyed
what was said was conveyed
under physical duress
the rest I think is lacking and it’s causing the stress

CHORUS
whatever they say
we find a way
whatever they spray
we find a way
whatever they pay
we still find a way
we find a way
we find a way

J-BOMB
back in the ring
do it one more time
the bell has rung it’s calling for my rhyme
touch my gloves together
come out of the corner
dance across the canvas so that you think I’m on a
trip back to a life eons before
with white knights, baseball cards, and plastic dinosaurs
where roads led to dreams and loves were called receptive
when girls were little ladies and gentlemen had to give
up their seats and not smile for a camera
when on the other end wasn’t someone scamming ya
we been there before we’ll be there after then
it comes and goes in tos and froes and
spirals back again.

CHORUS
whatever they say
we find a way
whatever they spray
we find a way
whatever they pay
we still find a way
we find a way
we find a way

UN-G
in the, pursuit of love and happiness
angry heart surrounded by glamourous crapiness
i’m asking this, what’s up with all the ass in this
who be this, pumping all the bootiness
pushing one dimensional
on the intentional
sambo agenda
i’m the one to bend a
mind
and hit from behind
with the unexpected actions
causing distractions
what the fuck reactions
a new kind of faction
beyond satisfaction
hidden among the ranks
pulling crazy pranks like im in
the project mayhem
distruptions i’ll make them
hegmonic norms
you know i’ll play them

CHORUS
whatever they say
we find a way
whatever they spray
we find a way
whatever they pay
we still find a way
we find a way
we find a way

 

EL NOVA HUSTLE


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J-BOMB
Trouble’s a brewing why you’re stewing
In the recess of my mind
Clear cobwebs, dark clouds away
and all you’ll see is new sunshine
It seems to me, that all I be
is one for you to make screwy
Let’s play no games
We’ll be the same
and neither of us will have to change
Hands free wheel
No need to steer
Let yourself go
We’ll play it by ear
I like you much just as you are
No need to keep your heart so far
The magic between us can light a star
[Your] glitter-full eyes break glass to shards
Love like ours can rival the bards
I call the table let’s see your cards.

CHORUS
The kind of loving that we’re looking for ain’t what we’re gonna find.
Unless we’re out of our minds.
I wouldn’t try to do that.
I shouldn’t try to do that.
I couldn’t try to do that.
I wouldn’t try to do that that that.
You dropped into my lap and snap, I found the one to take on.
I found the one to take home.
I found a home to do that.
I found the one to do that.
Another’s gone to do that.
Alnova try to do that.

UN-G
i got the motion like chow yun fat with two gat
subliminal kind of motion is where my speed is at
the evolution revolution starts with the lap
just go with the flow like the year of the rat
you make me wanna stand on a pole and do a crane stance
i’m raised on 80s cheese so i got a silly sense of dance
i’ll step to the cypher and do the pee wee herman
hand me the magic mic and i’ll make noises like a thermin
number 00322 is the song i’ll do for you
check the falsetto that’s the style i’ll do for you
i’ll fight for your honor like karate kid two
but these hoops you set up i just can’t jump through
stressing that unspoken thing that’s between us
shits far to gone now I really can’t believe us
is there gonna be a way in the day that’ll relieve us
or are we lost and nothing can retrieve us, baby

CHORUS

SULU
Contrary to the popular notion
that the sort of things we find attractive ain’t just ’bout coasting
on the good looks. Good hook.
But not good enough for top ten, so I think i’m gonna drop them
and let’s talk about going shopping at the grocery.
Tell me how it’s supposed to be
when I got a price check on a mostly
nice package with no substance.
Got like, but go no love
since you’re unpredictable,
not particular ’bout what you’re gonna say to ridicule your b-friend.
So you’ll befriend another fool, then “let’s just be friends”?
Cool out.
If I wanted to play these games and say these names, then school’s out.
Ain’t no class. And paint the glass, ’cause I see right through you.
What happened to the carefree spirit?
I don’t know, but we’re not near it. We talk a lot, but we cannot hear it.
We used to be cute and quite endearing. But we’re not now.
What we got now’s like a pageant and you are now crowned “princess.”
Ain’t no instance when the Sulu don’t need that distance.
Down to earth is what a man wants,
but girl you’re just like an astronaut.
Lost in space and you’re last to flaunt
entry to my world, so blast it off.

CHORUS

SULU
Yo I got an idea –
How’s about we make a band and pick up all the fly gear?
The hipster thing’s in full demand for indie rock so I’ll wear
The skinniest clothes and eyeware that’s horny-rimmed and I’ll tear
a hole in my wallet for my flared pantalones.
Sanctimony’s got a hold on fashionistas.
Kinda resigned to be the student,
but don’t you want to be the teacher?

J-BOMB
All style no substance, retro glasses on my nose
90 dollar sneakers, three hundred dollars within my clothes
Sitting at my desk, I daydream my whole life away
No plans for the future -cuz there’s nothing left to say
Knowing that’s not true, Lights blink on and off inside my head
Filaments red hot, it must of been something teacher said.

CHORUS
And if it were cool, I could never get on the bandwagon ‘cuz I’m part of the band.
And if there’s one thing that I can’t figure out
it’s how the coolest cats just don’t understand who’s the man.
Gotta throw your thumbs up.
Step into my office.
Keep your hands up off my leather.
And if you were cool, you would try to be Arthur Fonsarelli
But you’re trying in vein, it’s a shame.

J-BOMB
What class is this? Yo, where am I?
How did I even get here?
Must’ve burned braincells away after having 3 beers
Didn’t think they worked like that. It could have been the mescaline
But wait I don’t do that stuff, yet, now some how -Wow! I’m in.
Merry pranksters, freaks and geeks
Clever slaves all walk in bliss
Must’ve been the girl in glasses
Go on and sign me up for this?

UN-G
Now i had a thing for you for really long time
Thoughts of you occupying every thought in my mind
Thinking of ways to get some kind of attention but
all those times you called were just too few to mention
I figured it out clearly it was just the way you seen me
a funny brown monkey and that couldn’t be me.

CHORUS

SULU
Listen to the coolest clothes
Wear the music while you pose
Who’s the frontman that you chose
rocking the mic in lederhose.
The cooler the cat, the warmer the kitten.
The less you smile, the more that they’re smitten.
Written in pages of fabulous rags.
Fabulous ladies wear fabulous tags
I’m mad with these fads
But still I’m producing
Music to rock and still we’re refusing
To follow the standard and break up the zone
Try define a style of our own.

UN-G
don’t wanna be seen as a second class person
so on this F train I’ll always be cursing
out the situation were i remain the outsider
pick me up cherry valance and I’ll be your rider
resist the coercing and work reversing
on the mental with credential staying gold thats essential

CHORUS

UN-G
im on the fast track with multiple attack
so i’m never looking back and you’ll never see me act
as a passive captive
in a funky victim narrative
what i got to give
in this life I live
with a scowl and a smile
and original style
is a little bit of the
old pma what i say
i’m flowing throug live with the obi wan cunning
forever i’ll keep that death star gunning

J-BOMB
Running on empty
I still got my foot on the gas
There is no finish line, but they all still pass
Me by like the rats that they are
Infest my mind, my house, my home, and my car
They took the time to do 2-a-days
The man plays to win,
but I play to play.

CHORUS
I’m a hard look case
but i don’t look hard
so take a hard took at
how i throw the cards
cause I just don’t.

SULU
What’s the matter, tell me why you got the hard look?
Latin polyrhythms in the breaks with all the mod-look
Horniness attached to this.
It’s like the mambo kings and more than just the averages.
Because we’re fighting all the odds in the
attempt to make the glutius
Shake until you’re studious with knowledge of what the duty is
And that’s to just keep on playing the game
and play the right way,
With even playing fields
no matter what the haters might say.

UN-G
8 million voices and personal choices
got you… in a surreal context
feeling like… your up on next
to inhale… from that cookie cutter bong
mind is a fog with mediocre songs
deep down inside feeling all wrong

CHORUS

SULU
They say the taller the tale,
Well then the harder the look.
So then you must be telling stories
trying to look like a crook.
And at the start of the book,
I’m gonna write a page turner
Gotta keep the words flowing
So I can be a wage earner
The age burner –
where the hell the years all go?
But still we’re playing in the game
Without a fear I’ll fold
And now this beer I hold, and
I’m gonna keep dealing
With whatever I’m dealt,
the stakes are heading for the ceiling.

J-BOMB
I go to work and watch the machine all day
Stare at its cogs with the features set to play
Lights flashing on I hear the whirrs and the grumbles
I’m hooked in, my noise is less than a mumble
Twisting through the gears my oil is not needed
Got to wait twelve hours till the master says, “Beat it!”
Somewhere along the line I fell in, but out of range.
I’m part of the inner workings, but I still feel quite estranged.

UN-G
Rearrange away from that segregation
react to the world with a han relation
with the last name solo I blast them greedos
keep my shit tight like a pair speedos
a glitch in the flow of the mass consumption
living life beyond.. all them assumptions

CHORUS

SULU
It’s more than aggression
when you’re waging war that’s minimum.
Endeavors that will sever
any kind of help we’re sending them.
Preventing them from mending them.
Ties when you’re inventing them.
Lies when you’re commending them.
You realize befriending them’s a lot of nothing
For the wrong kinds of reasons.
The wait can seem forever in the wrong kinds of seasons.
In the songs rhymes are breathing.
When it’s wrong I’m competing.
But the war is just beginning
So it’s on, I’m believing.

J-BOMB
For those clear in the head
For all the walking dead.
Wake up! Wake up, You damn automatons!
It’s Defcon 1 and we’re not even done!
You’re stuck in a rut and it’s all messed up
You’re not ready to sail
You’re dead as a doornail
Now you won’t post bail
because your goal was to fail
No reason
No order
Stop the brains at the border
You’re ready to fire the mortar,
but you’re a reverend’s daughter.

CHORUS
Put four on the floor with agression.
It’s like a war on more than progression.
Like a sore that’s raw with infection.
It’s like a war on more than progression now.

UN-G
Work the grind to earn the respect
Only to find to be labeled reject
Commit the fouls now I’m a eject
My big wins on the undetect
kayumangi is coming correct
shiftless minds I will infect
chose your character
press select

JBOMB
Talk to the hand was the line in the sand
Where the band had to stand and try to make it grand.
Presenting inspiration to a divided nation
It’s time to choose a station because this is new creation.
My rhymes are just a guide for war’s a long ride
If you’re going to take a side then try not to hide
Sandinista/Contraboy
Pakistani/McCoy
Put away your war toys.
and make a brand new noise.

CHORUS

SULU
Gotta have the scapegoat
Gotta have the pair of boots to walk all over people now
Gotta have the parachute sewn up with the golden lining
Gotta have the fall guy
Gotta have the middle man
You gotta have it all.
My opinion doesn’t matter but my actions always do.
Some opinions won’t divide but the fractions always do
You’re always screwed when you fight a battle of the “whats” and not “wits”
You’re not fit to gain from all the profits.

UN-G
Ignorance is bliss and the knowlegde is pain
I got the visions beyond the mundane
Marketing plans cannot explain
Cause I got taste and use my brain
feel the breaks going straight to the vain
check me in the caravan going in insane
at orchard and stanton i ask for plain
food for the brain that’s how i maintain

CHORUS

UN-G
one up with the
ignorance action predictable
got a burning desire to be more than equivocal
calling out of work and talking that typical
am i just seeing things being too critical
heart attack america getting kinda ofscary
grooves unheard unless it’s wild cherry
friends or foes based on the monetary
unconscious player to throw the hail mary

J-BOMB
Diving into the endzone is coming way too easy
I like it when my hands come back a little bit greasy
I come at this game with my gloves already off
Bareknuckle- Tumble Tucker- I’m darker than a Goth
Bend the damn rules. Create Flexibility!
Ripple through wormholes to destroy your stability.
Sliding through your world like it ain’t no thang.
Get your money from the jar.
I’m at the bar.
Let’s hang.

UN-G
the moral square with angles obtuse
bear witness the mold and fall back to abuse
the message transmitted for the holy uncommitted
can you eat in the same place you know just shitted?
so you ring the cocaine bells and you know they due tell
that depth of the well so your thirsty for the soul
i’ma stray cold to the neo colonial
performing that wai is more than ceremonial

JBOMB
American excess has planted the seed,
I watch the TV to know exactly what I need.
There’s a sign on my chest that reads, “Do Not Feed”
I worked with mad skills to get love tactfully.
I paid mad bills to get love factually.
I gave up cheap thrills to get Love Actually.

CHORUS
You wanna keep up with the Joneses?
Try to keep up with the loans
It’s hard to keep up with the Joneses
So you make the Joneses wanna keep up with the Smiths.

UN-G
let’s get physical like a newton john
i feel it in the heart like my name was bulosan
remain for the brain from here to bulocan
thoughts so appetizing like a fresh plate of naan
rock the objectify and i’ll stand and defy
many wondering why i continue to try
former disciple of the dollar and the holla
strive to live beyond than living hidden squalor

JBOMB
Easy as changing channels on my TV.
I close my eyes and you know it’s pure fantasy
Two girls, a swimming pool, a piece of chocolate cake
Sacajewas from heaven, and a house on the lake
I got it all right here within my mind’s eye
Internet, On Demand, Imagination, I don’t buy
into nothing else, I keep these things for myself,
it’s back room, lock and key, I call it top shelf.

SULU
Like the sands to the hour glass,
you never know how long the chowder lasts
until you need more clams.
And more hands just to keep digging
deep into the pockets
but the pockets aren’t big in the inseams.
Then themes
recurring and preventing
maturing and cementing
deferring never ending.
Depending
on the things you wanna get.
Is it salary or bragging rights or fame you wanna hit?
Sort of like a monolith
and we’re just a bunch of primates
trying to toss a bone in the twenty o five dates
my lyrical participation dropped upon this matter.
From what this man can gather,
the cheaper thrills I’d rather partake in.
Making decisions kinda difficult
‘cause I don’t want a life that is typical.

CHORUS

SULU
Gotta take a pass when I got the humidity
Move with the caution – too much fluidity.
Don’t second guessing the bodily lucidity.
If I take a chance onthe flavor man, it’ll be
A whole lotta hurtin’
What did I get into?
Why was I flirting?
Wasn’t like I meant to,
Make a situation get worse by theminute.
Not the first to resent it, I curse that I’m in it.

UN-G
i just wanna taste of that diary goodness
maybe this should be the last time I try to do this
everytime i try to embibe it really does me damage
necessary to survive i guess ill have to manage

J-BOMB
Glucose!
Galactose!
Come together and form that Lactose
Come take a dose
From the sweetest host
and see if you end up comatose.
Carbon and water are gonna make it butter
with a little bit of aldehyde
If you do abide then metabolize
and break down that disaccharide.

BRIDGE
Don’t talk about it. (This time)
Don’t scream, don’t shout it. (This time)
Don’t laugh, don’t doubt it. (This time)
I swear and vow NO MORE MILK.

CHORUS
Don’t frown when you ‘re hearing that sound
And your gut don’t feelall the best.
No more milk.
Keep calm when you think it’s that time.
‘Cause your gonna be put to the test
No more milk.
Move slow when you think you gotta go
And smile so they don’t gotta clue.
No more milk.
Ice cream don’t make a nice dream
But you gotta do what you gottado.
No more milk.

SULU
Flirt with the Dairy Queen, now she ain’t a stranger.
Love what she is and I couldn’t even change her.
Hellafied Walker, like a Texas Ranger.
The more that I’m with her, though, the more I’m indanger.
So I moved on, that’s how I met Tofuti.
She’s a lot safer but she’s lacking on the bootie.
Lacking on the taste. Even lacking on the gumption.
I’m hooked on the dairy even with the malfunction.

UN-G
i feel the intolerance you know it going down
i face all the ridicule with them familiar sounds
dairy land gives that special kind of awkward grin
i’m on the outside and i’ll always be looking in

JBOMB
Sugar in dairy can be a little scary
If you body don’t know what to do
Lactose goes punk and does and slam dunk and your system goes
Woo-Hoo.
It can cause some fuss, but you can adjust and eat the cream and not go bust
When it comes to the milk.
I go for the silk or soy of a similar ilk

BRIDGE

CHORUS

SULU
7 am and the phone starts ringing.
I can pick it up by in my mind I think I’m singing
“I Can Dream About You” from the Streets of Fire.
I make my means en route to drive the streets for hire.
But what I’ve seen about you’s making me desire.
And so I’m waking up and picking up the phone and going
“Hello this is car service, can I help you this morning?”
And on the other end I’m hearing a voice that is familiar
Poised to be fulfilling a dream, and what I mean is
You’re my regular business clientele, and hell,
I’m driving you to fly Laguardia to buy and sell
On your business trip
I’m like your business whip
We cruise the BQE shooting from the hip.
But can it be that I’m just a driver?
Gets me all pumped like Eye of the Tiger.
Fix us all up like I was Macgyver,
But am I just outta my class? Lady I’ve
Driven you from A to point B, can you C?
We should keep this ride together off the clock without the fee.
So I’m keeping up the gab. I know it’s really bad,
But you’re the sweetest little ride that I ever had.

CHORUS
Take her to work
Take her to play
Take her to the aeroport, and
At the end of the day,
Sometimes I’ll take her home
If I find she’s in the mood.
But if not well then that’s cool
’cause she gots no attitude.
Just call me up.
Dial the seven sixes for the Carmel Love.

J-BOMB
Dropped off one at Rhode Island Train
Saw another one that looked like Penny Lane
Her thumb was out and her hair was down
It took 10 seconds to turn my van around.
She hopped in the front seat and said, “How ya doin’?”
I said, “I’m fine.” It’s time to start wooing.
She told me a story about her sick mother.
That she was in the hospital waiting for her brother.
I told a dumb line about dunkin’ on Horry
Blocking his shots and stealing his glory.
Enjoying our convo we passed the drop point.
I flipped a U-turn and pulled up to the joint.
Moment of truth was 3 inches from her hair.
Paramedic-security yelled, “You can’t park there!”
Ambulance wailed sirens I had to move on.
Next thing I know my girl was about to be gone.
She shook my hand and then closed the door.
I never found out what the future had in store.
She thanked me twice for picking her up.
I told her, “It’s my pleasure, buttercup.”

CHORUS

UN-G
she needed a lift to the bar where she was spinning
at this is the time I couldn’t stop grinnin’
record crates and all in the turbo diesel
asking who’s car is this I couldn’t weasel
the fact I had herb alpert in the deck
told her it’s the moms and silence came next
said I like her selections in her milk crate
and if she’d take a listen to my debate
i wanna a big ride with the rims all shiny
chrome everywhere, till it straight blinds me
message to the world that package be tiny
working the mouth piece that’s were you’ll find me
people come at it but don’t combat it
solving them problems by throwing money at it
life on automatic producing static
chasing that high that like a shabu addict
now she’s asking me if I’m a smoker of the shabs
i’m just up all night just making music in my lab
love potion nine must ta did it’s thing
cause later on she’ll giving me a ring

CHORUS

CHORUS
My mama said I got an old sole
So now I’m looking for some kicks
And a place to go.
Don’t matter if the shoes are rockin’ all the holes
Because the old soul’s original.
My lady says I got an old sole.
So now I’m looking for some kicks
Just to make the goal.
Don’t matter if it’s off ’cause I’m on aroll,
Because the old soul’s original.

SULU
I find the words and express ’em in the form of this-
Rhythm driven verses. But I wasn’t warned of this-
Timepassing in a blink and now I’m finding this
Reminiscing’s ominous.
The yearI find anonymous
Because the life I’m fond of is
Slowly passing to a different kinda chapter.
I find the revenue is a harder thing to capture.
Now I’m after a different kind rapture that is needed.
I try tofind a calling and the warning’s aren’t heeded.
And indeed it’s coming to uncharted territory.
I’m looking at my kicks to see if they can do it forme.
Should I try to change ’em up, or can they take me to the distance?
I love these old soles ’cause I’m all about persistence.
And either way you gotta break ’em in,
And I’ve been breaking in this soul
since the day I’ve been
In Nueva to the York trying to make amends
With the old style.
It all begins and starts again.

CHORUS

UN-G
The Un-g in high school battled asian stereotypes
with a low C average it’s a wonder how i managed
to achive that higher ed,
even my hippie counciler said
that my shoes make me look like im
destined to be homeless
oh little did she know this
how dear i would hold these
ollie worn size 12’s with the socks showing through
nobody really didn’t have a clue
how the soles had to be ready for any type of session
that could be considered my footwear obsession
but that special
kind of thinking be the life long lesson
with board in the trunk
i’m dissing all the junk
cleansing that bunk
and pursuing that funk
now it really doesn’t matter
who was bad or who was badder
if it was shell toe adidas or chinatown tsnilas
it don’t take no genius
to use that soul that’s coming from within
and the original soul to life that always has been

CHORUS

J-BOMB
Ain’t the same as in college as I was in third grade
Now I’m thinking 40 years ain’t too far away
Highlander outlived it and so can I
if I have a fountain of youth
sitting in front of my eye.
I’ll drink in its juice and gulp it on down
Invigorated to live off its neverending mound
I won’t grow old or just fade away
I’ll be the only one around to see the Earth’s last day
When there’s nothing left what am I going to do
float in the emptines of space without a Xanadu?
I seen little kids with an adult inside
They talk full grown like they got nothing to hide
Throw a party in the summer
Call it Old Man Day
claim to be a hundred on their myspace page.
Keep an old soul young and live forever,
Can I change the course and pull the lever to never?
Keep an old soul young and live forever
Can I change the course and pull the lever to never?

SULU
Hey, Miss – Can I get a dance?
It don’t take too much to move
Just groove with a little horse stance.

UN-G
now, watch – keep your eyes on the hip
im the flashy old manong in the joint
as i point with my upper lip

J-BOMB
Live life out on the town
Like it’s your last night here
And it’s the only time to get down

SULU
Haste, Waste – You gotta take your time
That mantra’s full with the tantra.
It’s all about stopping on a dime.
It’s all about stopping on a dime.

CHORUS
That’s cool if I play the fool
Dumbdance is the golden rule.
That’s cool if I play the fool
Dumbdance is the golden rule.
Get on gawin’ you fool
Dumdance is the golden rule.

UN-G
hold close – not too far apart
move one with the music
we’re off to a really good start

J-BOMB
Press more right on the spot
It may feel a little funky,
but it sure has got to be hot

SULU
two feet – on the left side
This distance’s fighting with persistence
But I’ve got nothing to hide.

UN-G
up, down – aint no secret code
live one for the moment
and you drop that heavy load
you drop that heavy load

CHORUS

J-BOMB
Luke, I can be your Dad
We’ve been fighting all this time
And it really makes me sad.

SULU
Chris Penn told the world to cut loose.
No faking when it comes to Bacon
I can see right through your blues.

UN-G
hop kee that’s inside of me
gastronomic mayhem 4am
with a capital G

J-BOMB
Land onyour own two feet.
It’s a perfect dismount
Go and add 10 points to the beat

CHORUS

CHORUS
Hold on – I can’t wait
‘cause I’m sold on the real estate
‘cause it’s mine, not yours
Let’s keep it behind closed doors.
Keep your pants on.

J-BOMB
Helter Skelter is the norm in my shelter
Got to live with the life the cards have done dealt ya.
No ace, no face, the numbers are all base
And I’m having trouble living in this place
The cost is too high
The ceilings too low
There’s a sign on my do’
That says I have to go
I was a good tenant, did my own repairs
Said, “Hi” on the street and as you walked downstairs.
Made some noise on the weekends only.
Invited you to the party, so you wouldn’t feel lonely.
I’ll get a good lawyer and fight the good fight.
Got my R.E. license so it will be all right.
Need to get my toes on some stable ground.
Or I’ll be high steppin it the hell out of this town.
Just looking for living, L-I-V-I-N
And a smart place I can call home, again

CHORUS

SULU
We can break it down
Break it down like acid
Got yourself a question then ask it
Never plastered
Upon the masthead
Of this newspaper that I last read
‘cuz I’m casted
As a bastard
In this open house that has lasted
All year
Yo slow down you just passed it.
Just like Astrud
Gotta let go,
If we get harassed. It’s
Based upon our look, because the realtor’s a dastard- ly
Individual – now I’m like the last kid
Picked for the team. I’m feeling a little shafted.
‘cause I ain’t a bro from manhasset. That’s it.
Open house party is the way that we’ll get past it.
You can bring the whiskey, get stoned and alabastered.
Dj in the corner now you know he’s gonna blast it.
If the cops come, then we’ll have to get arrasted
They’re knocking on the door, but now the party will outlast it.

CHORUS

UN-G
one flight down i got the
indy pharmicist
one flight up i got a super model miss
and next to my
bedroom
working on his boom
dj euro techno
on a 3am workflow
i ain’t hating
just saying
i’m up at the same time working on rhymes
with a pabst blue
mind
from the halal bodega
4 for a 6 now thats some alpha omega
my door is
closed but you’re welcome to come in
we’re lit to pharcyde’s runnin
keeping
the vibe golden of the golden era
people come around and look at my place in
terror
asking me why? oh why? why oh how?
cause the rent be low and the
action be high
it’s certainly not the value of this place
just how you
relate to the real estate

CHORUS

UN-G
I trace my steps causing me to remember
it was sometime early september
something I had disintegrate with one vision
deal with the damage equate with division
feelings unrequited
got me committed
listening to beats
walking these streets
down to the tenths left with remain-da
a fool am i to think i could change ya
latitude towards the one called unagi
strickly platonic you the shit got me
a horny bastard walking alone in big city
10 million faces ain’t one of them pretty
I thought is was me like a bel biv devoe
too blind to see just blinded by the ego
still living large like the one brother iz
stuck singing songs in the key of the biz

CHORUS
ahhh
got me like
ahhh
hit me like
ahhj
shook me like
ahhh

SULU
Now in the back of my mind,
yo I’m thinking about the gains that we’ve made.
But I can’t help but think about the games that we played
where we kept on spending quarters just to move on to the next level.
But the devil’s that there’s no context for the marketing plans.
So you forget originality and target the fans based on calculated fallacies.
You sound alike and look alike.
I found the mic and hook despite
the shaky ground in sight.
The book I write is never getting read
because we’re lacking any class-i-f-i-c-ation.
Now we’re losing our gas.
But not losing our car, or even losing our direction.
‘Cause we still got a far way to go to reach perfection.
It’s kinda hard to realize that this is what you wanna do
when every moment is a battle and a battle that you lose
seven times of the above.
But we do it out of love.
And you know that you’ll prevail
so you gotta exhale.

CHORUS

J-BOMB
I asked for the steak, but you only brought me gravy
You put me in charge, but you treat me like a baby
Smoke and mirrors, say I’m living the next dream
If dreams are the sundae then where’s all the cream?
I pray to the Lord, and hope that things go well.
But my brain power sux, so I’m living in hell
Pull me aside, you say I did a good job
But I listened to your ego, and feel like I got robbed
With a positive attitude, I think you can go far.
I’m at the 50 yard line. No life! No job! No car!
I would aim for the sky becuz my head was in the clouds
My feet are on the ground. My hands are pulling at the shrouds
Trying to bring life away from my delusion
Apply that energy so I can lose my illusion
Now I have no sight. Come to think of it that’s vital.
Knowing where I am I’m lucky to have had a shot at the title.

CHORUS

 

SEXY PICNIC


Click on song titles to read the lyrics

People gather ’round!
We got a sight for sore eyes.
It’s got that Jerry Mathers sound
that’ll make your temperature rise.
And if you got a leather gown and
like to throw butter knives,
come join the circus,
let’s go work this so the folks realize!

Da shizzle for my nizzle
you came to my house to fizzle
must you bizzle on my dizzle
cuz I’m trying to work the grizzle
You slipped under the gate
to try and liberate
the things you inflate
for a double-date
Now I want to reinstate
that isn’t isn’t ain’t
You may be a holy man
but you know I’m not a saint

CHORUS
Come on, welcome to the circus.
You’re badass, man.

Back on track and killing ears
While feeding upon your deepest fears
I wash it down with just two beers
So maybe my language aint’ so clear
Sleep in the hammock at the back of Rick’s
Hit the bar at a quarter past six
Leave the party cuz of too many dicks
so I can drop the dollars to the girls as Slick’s

Mahal means expensive and love at the same time
that duality can blow the fearful mind
no need to classify no need to define
just watch the freaks as the songs unwind

CHORUS
Come on, welcome to the circus.
You’re badass, man.

listen to the melody within the chaos
it’s highly dramatic like episodes of macross
receive a lapdance for little or no cost
if you’re coming to floss you’re gonna be at loss

Sulu’s on the mic like P.T. Barnum
Come to the circus!
J-Bomb’s luring ’em into the tent.
Un-G is resident turntablist supreme,
and the beat is evident.
Mark Concerto’s strumming on the Fender.
Horny Jeff is the sax man tenor.
Rice on the keys with no pitch bender.
Bringing up the bass – the one and only Rick Fingers!

CHORUS
Come on, welcome to the circus.
You’re badass, man.

Un-G: the love i got is from the jungle so its
oh we oh in these conversive flows
and its the conscience that acts as a lever
for the release of the socio political
booty expressions the lesson to be learned
and the ego be burned with the mind used as a weapon
fully testing the boundaries of the lyrical license
with the fortunate unseen and i’ve been meditating
like stephen hayes to find better ways to improve my game
yet it’s all the same it’s a thought word deed indeed the need
for the sugar plan in effect and i’ll bet
i’ll speak with big d styles all the while remain versatlie
like a verbal hypnotise hoping you’ll get the gist but i miss
the point i’ll be making totally forsaking the plan.

Sulu: If I have a slap coming – I don’t deserve it.
A disservice to the fact’s running and I get nervous.
Shoul I try it and objectify it? Yeah sure.
But apologies will rectify your stature.
Hidden under where the beer, went my fear went.
Call the term endearment.
Nothing more than purely interference.
In adherence to the rules but now the rules are biased.
I’ll continue dropping sugar ’til the Sugar’s realized.

CHORUS:
I can’t call you sugar…sugar…sugar.
Complex carbohydrates gonna migrate, and dehydrate.

Sulu: Confession is the bane professing to the brain
that the name is just a name and only given for the fondness.
If I wasn’t honest, I’m bound to be admonished.
If you were the finest, it’s deserving of a title
but the Sulu lacks the vital signs needed for recital.
So I’m idle, and thinking of a diferent kind of pronoun.
Unless you’re gonna throw down, I promise that I’ll go down
deep into my conscience and decide if I was smooth enough
to keep the name calling but I haven’t yet proved enough.
Carbohydrates will come in complex chains
guaranteed to make you thirsty for that rhyme exchange
that’s coming line after line.
Provide the motivation.
Start it off with the sugar, keep an open invitation
to what’s in my mind. Then my sign is capricorn –
the goat with a fish will make the most of your dish.

J-Bomb: See me on the plantation
chewing on some cane
the girls ask me,”Why don’t you give me a name?”
Now I expound on your beauty, but that just ain’t enough
You want me to go on and on
with all that gushy stuff
The eskimo, the hornrim, the crackbitch that’s real
Now you want to hear something that you know you can feel
Just run with my money cuz you know it ain’t funny
Now you look at your nose and it’s bloody bloody runny

CHORUS:
I can’t call you sugar…sugar…sugar.
Complex carbohydrates gonna migrate, and dehydrate.

J-Bomb: You got me all fired up
Girl I should be tied up
Can’t play the game cuz you know what
Time’s up
Dreaming of flying
My chills are multipling
If I’m lying I’m dying cuz girl you got me crying
Empty like an orange rind
Girl you’re blowing my mind
Wanna say you’re so fine
Cuz you know you’re not mine
In a lace nightie you’re the mighty Aphrodite
You’re better than Kate and Heidi
So don’t be so flighty
I treat you like a lady
You’re gonna call me crazy
Wanna call you baby
But you know I’m just a shady cat
Who’s ready to take you to the mat
with a clothesline
cuz it’s about time
I dropped the wine and the dime
and the lime and a rhyme
and my White Zinfandel goes well with red meat
But I can’t call you sugar cuz you’re just too sweet.

Un-G: like the famous pinoy painter blue chilling at the bar
calling them angels from afar i put to rest that inner lech
on a path of undiscovered best
like lauren the sweetest thing i’ve ever know
now i got new kind of tone for the o one
like jimmy castor’s group we’ve just begun
got honolulu kind on the mind still burning five hours behind.

CHORUS:
I can’t call you sugar…sugar…sugar.
Complex carbohydrates gonna migrate, and dehydrate.

Sulu: Talk.
Talk is what you’re saying.
You aren’t saying much so there’s never been parlaying.
It’s been a major pain as if you’re name was Damon Wayans.

Un-G: I’m delaying
. Driving to connecticut.
People wanna hide because they say I lack the etiquette.
But now I’m rapping funny and some other type poetic shit.

J-Bomb: Pathetic kid.
When you talk what you don’t know about.
People should recycle instead they’re gonna throw it out.
wasting earth resources make me wanna scream and shout

Sulu: Mad is the man that tries but can’t please.
Please is the word that people will say.
Sat what you want but say it with ease.
Ease with the words is something you fake.

Un-G: FAKE is the feel the feel that you create.
create mystery on supposed rep
rep with the b.s. and asphyxiate
vacate to the left where the trash it kept

J-Bomb: Kept, like flowers in the attic
Attic dark and wilting ain’t to attractive
Attractive like the mermaid that I always see
Sea of the salt she makes me feel free

Sulu: Sweet, saccharin –
talking sugar-coated.
Confessions of a smooth talker that has been demoted.
You’re talking all the talk, but yo, my man, you never showed it.

J-Bomb: I ho’ed it
like the pimp that I am
make you stay inside like the summer of sam
see me on the street you can say hot damn

Un-G: man
i do i really gotta hear it?
expressions of the self so baby don’t fear it
it’s all the way live so we don’t gotta clear it

Sulu: People can’t listen but like to do the other.
OTHER people know but can’t pick and choose.
CHOOSE to be smooth, but now you can’t stutter.
SHUDDER at the fact that you had to lose.

Un-G: LOSE with the snooze and the tools you use
use cock with the talk you ain’t got the walk
walk turgid paths with a expensive booze
booze to lubricate your superfulous talk

J-Bomb: Talk, too much with nothing to say
Say you are mute with cats running away
Away with your tongue and it’s there to stay
Stay nice and quiet it’s a good way to play

CHORUS :
Talk.
blah…blah…blah…blah….
Just talk about (talk)
any words’ll make (talk)
keep it cool with smooth (talk)
love (talk) or whatever kinda (talk) it’s just… (talk).

blah… blah… blah.. blah…
like to hear yourself (talk)
like to call it pillow (talk)
acting hard with tough (talk)
sex (talk) or whatever kinda (talk)
it’s just (talk).

Sulu: Life
Puberty. Pursuit of the giddiness.
Protection of the talk that’s providing all the prettiness.
Now I’m all confused by the geriatric wittiness.

Un-G: Getting this?….
a form of masturbation
self proclaimed auteur with a style for pornification
j to the bomb can you give a translation

J-Bomb: Damnation
I think I curse to much
Got to feel the space with words like such and such
Skip to the rhyme and I try to do the double dutch

Sulu: Gotta take the chance when talk’s going fine.
Fine is the woman you’re talking to now.
Now is the moment of quality time.
Time ain’t your friend, but Steve gots the tao.

Un-G: Tao of mic amplified voices
voices incognito audible to many
many feel of the flow with natural choices
choices out of love dont see a penny

J-Bomb: Penny is the cash, you got to have one
One plus one is going to make a sum
Sum isn’t all, but the order is tall
Tall for my age and I’m not going to fall

CHORUS :
Talk.
blah…blah…blah…blah….
Just talk about (talk)
any words’ll make (talk)
keep it cool with smooth (talk)
love (talk) or whatever kinda (talk) it’s just… (talk).

blah… blah… blah.. blah…
like to hear yourself (talk)
like to call it pillow (talk)
acting hard with tough (talk)
sex (talk) or whatever kinda (talk)
it’s just (talk).

UNISON:
Route yourself around in times of displeasure
Pleasure is the principal of this damn school.
And who’s the damn teacher, and how can you measure
the fact that the class is turning out fools?
Minds are all closed
everybody knows
that the pants all dropped, but the p.i.c rose.
And so the story goes.
Don’t you dare doze on the pic that is chose-
zen with the flows.
Talk is what it is but you gotta just listen.
’cause talk is just talk unless you understand the mission
of little known intentions. Talk without pretension.
Let’s keep up the talk with the verbal contraception.
Protect the comprehension. Don’t forget to mention
the microphone’s place in the hall of invention
as a tool for the talk
a tool for the talk
a tool for the talk
a tool for the talk

CHORUS :
Talk.
blah…blah…blah…blah….
Just talk about (talk)
any words’ll make (talk)
keep it cool with smooth (talk)
love (talk) or whatever kinda (talk) it’s just… (talk).

blah… blah… blah.. blah…
like to hear yourself (talk)
like to call it pillow (talk)
acting hard with tough (talk)
sex (talk) or whatever kinda (talk)
it’s just (talk).

Un-G: i’m the uncle cheapy like chapelle on a date
in half baked monetary constraint negate them
places of high profile locale so i’m a entertain the
in the places that are natural.

UNISON:
Now there’s a bunch of things in mind
that I know you can spread.
Like a blanket or the news,
or peanut butter on bread.

Sulu: Or you can even spread a rumor
like the miracle whip that I’ve been
spreading on my bread.
We got hysterical trips.
For esoterical quips,
I got maniacal grips
upon a whole wheat bun
attached to viable hips.

UNISON:
Greasy ass adobo makes you move in slowmo
like MinMei singing songs in the Robo.

J-Bomb: Twenty drinks past, I did ten in an hour
I got the blueballs don’t want them to go sour
See the fille I cross the room I try to be incognito
Talk to her I ran she got breath of Dorito

CHORUS:
Who says it’s gonna make you go blind?
I got a sexy picnic in mind.

Un-G: step to my checkered paradise that’ll treat you nice
and smooth i got a funky funky rhyme so i spare
you the lines in this time we be spending
sexy picnic we’ll be remembering

UNISON:
Now don’t forget to bring all the condiments we need,
Unless you don’t mind another picnic goer to feed.

Sulu: And I may be packing beef, but I ain’t got it with you.
My bee is sitting on a loaf, and girl, I got it for two.
And if you got yoursel a friend, just let them know
and understand, that I got plenty meat for three –
vienna sausage, and spam.

UNISON:
Maintain the flex, check the sex.
Keep your tongue on top.
What’s beyond the lips
will make your taste buds hot.

J-Bomb: Get the dance. Get the kiss
Me thinks me gets to take her home
Get the number say I’ll call
Then my eye it starts to roam
Always need a link to bring me to the sexy stuff
Because that drink and food it never seems to be enough

CHORUS:
Who says it’s gonna make you go blind?
I got a sexy picnic in mind.

UNISON:
Ain’t no cheese in the sandwich.
Ain’t no pop in the can, my man.
Only thing we ofer on the real
is an afternoon thrill
with a culinary twist, understand?
You can make a spicy proposition with pepper.
But we guarantee that it’s already hot.
And a lot of picnic goers go wild
for the p.i.c child
that’s born outside of the pot.

CHORUS:
Who says it’s gonna make you go blind?
I got a sexy picnic in mind.

Sulu: Word is the same as courtesy’s name.
And for the record, Curtis’ name reverted to fame.
And so I check it.
Spelling’s a must until it’s a bust, so I’m proceeding.
Telling you such, enveloping much ’til you’re conceding.
Sulu’s the title. Recital’s vital for names.
Harder than the walls of arteries, but part of me’s vein.
Sort of like a capillary ’cause I’m bringing O2
And if it’s cut off, work my butt of
just to make it go through.
I know you never knew about a ghoti or fish.
Quote me on this. Because you know I’m totally honest.
I heard you’re spelling for a ghoti, and you’re using an “f”
instead of using a “g”.
No alphabetics are left in a different type of grammar
that is totally complex.
Pronunciation for a nation that’s erasing the text.
And what’s next?
Alternative phonetics second to none.
I spell it all on my own and use a “g-h” in fun.

J-Bomb: Hey, wait man do you really have to go?!?!
There’s something brand new that I think you should know
Just sit right back and take notes on the show
But be patient with me because I have to take it slow
You see this hear it could be the letter “O”
Cuz it goes round and round just like so
You see that man he could be the PoPo
because he carries a box of nuts de dough

CHORUS:
g-h-o-t-i spells fish
g-h-o-t-i ‘s my dish
g-h-o-t-i spells fish
g-h-o-t-i

Un-G: live to intiate kinetic poetic on b-boy aestetic
navakov i’ve read it so i’m lyrically litterally pervered
thinking inverted as i receive fat checks from industries
info tech now i’m living copesetic
on a quest to unlease the freak to seek higher states
of unconciousness while i’m rock this like like africa bambata
you know i gotta look for that perfect beat that’ll complement
life and makes it complete
i’m a master of my realm and a slave to my vices
i’ll hump musical instruments like my man rice is
bring back the buggin like my eighty-five double o mac
that is the center of the sports magic animals
love it when plans come together like my name was hannibal

Sulu: I can never tell, because I’m busy flowing.
I can never spell, because I’m lost knowing
“t-i” is going to make a “sh” sound.
And now I’m lost.
Tell me how a “ghoti” must sound.
I can’t enforce laws of grammar.
I can’t enter spelling bees.
Faults don’t matter. All these people telling me
G-h-o-t- I can’t figure out whether it’s all misspelled.
I’ve been always told that

CHORUS:
g-h-o-t-i spells fish
g-h-o-t-i ‘s my dish
g-h-o-t-i spells fish
g-h-o-t-i

J-Bomb: Running red lights as if they would fall down
and it doesn’t even matter on this side of town
with my free-range chickens and their call for free speech
“A cluck-cluck-cluck we need a new coop on south beach!”
Knock off and over a pull my cards from a Rolodex
Scrap my love handles with my brand new Soloflex
Slang spittin’ hittin’, I’ll put the change in your game
P.I.C, ghoti what’s in a name
Prince letter number speak I got words to diminish
I’ll tell as many lies before I get to the finish
Drop the cube in the solvent and you try to get the dense
Play monkey-in-the-middle I’ll be running interference
I’ll be Carmen Miranda in a Bugs Bunny outfit
See me on stage you’ll be like, “Oh my God! It’s Holy Shit!”
See what I’m saying it’s right before your eyes
My True Lies is James Bond and everybody dies!

Un-G: burst on the scene with the power of the p
pic will blow your mind with ghoti philosophy
member of the new york rush i’ll you see
sulu faking shots from the top of the key
i remain vivid like my name is hirsch
got makers mark whiskey to quench my thirst
yo my verse aint insipid even with out the curse
yo hand me a stick and i’ll always come first

CHORUS: g-h-o-t-i spells fish
g-h-o-t-i ‘s my dish
g-h-o-t-i spells fish
g-h-o-t-i

Un-G: hibiscus patterns of blue and white
got you feeling alright with aloha and mahalo
follow the funk to timonium parking lots
as we activate nano bots to infiltrate and dialate
never the less let the chanllenge comence
as we shave ice on the puti palette sense
expanding perceptions beyond governed cheese
these are the keys to unlock and body rock

Sulu: A different kind of species found in the parking lot.
They like to eat their reese’s and fight the argonauts.
A battle never ending. And music’s on their side.
They got the clever vending. Shaved ice they will provide.

CHORUS:
Hello people of Timonium
In the parking lot, you never feel alonium
You wanna backspin?
Bring your own linoleum.
We’ve landed holding ukeleles.

Sulu: People of this place, I call them Timonilites
Always like a party so they’re never alone at night.
If you need companionship, they got a bowling alley
and they’re fairly entertaining,
but they couldn’t quite prepare me.
Do they breath the same gas that I do?
I try to inhale the atmosphere.
It might do the right to a different colony
that is always calling me to volunteer.
But they’re never calling here
because the pollen scare.

Un-G: blocking off the bathrooms as we begin
disco lights flashing causing me to grin
realize the reinassance alley i’m in
floating in surreality up to my chin

CHORUS:
Hello people of Timonium
You wanna speak up?
Step up to the podium
You got the brown flow?
Bring your own Immodium.
We’ve landed holding ukeleles.

J-Bomb: Timonium foil wraps it up
Slicing away like Scuzzlebutt
My deli meats make fine cold cuts
You’ll leave my store with a dancehall strut
Hey don’t finish my dessert
Life is short I eat it first
Looked up in the sky and your eyes starburst
Now you’re riding inside your own hearse
Forget your planet’s little plight
Come with me I’ve got your flight
Hurry up now we ain’t got all night
And bring the chaplain for last rights
It’s the perfect time to find your God
With the fellas in the back and their heads to nod
Girlies in the front and they’re shaking their bods
I’m not Moses, but here’s my rod

Un-G: b ball assists in full effect
steaks at the house what comes next
silly ass slow jams in the name of beck
no shots taken so what the heck

CHORUS:
Hello people of Timonium
In the parking lot, you never feel alonium
You wanna backspin?
Bring your own linoleum.
We’ve landed holding ukeleles.

Hello people of Timonium
You wanna speak up?
Step up to the podium.
You got the brown flow?
Bring your own Immodium.
We’ve landed holding ukeleles.

Sulu: Folks get riled and wanna battle.
Hit the ground. Got beef like cattle.
Steady on the ride, keep in the saddle.
It’s all gonna stick like fiddle-faddle.

Un-G: kama ina for the those who lack
1 4 5 in the key of slack
angry samoans brings me back
hair cut style like my man kojack

J-Bomb: You schlep around town
like the Hip-Hop Charlie Brown
Everybody thinks your down
But you’re acting like the clown

Sulu: dale earnhardt on the dome
part of the armor in Timon
Wear that shirt with the flowers shown.
Halo-halo in a cone.

J-Bomb: Soft focus K.D. Lang
In the bathroom drinking Tang
She turned her head cuz the telephone rang
Now Billy the Kid is ready to Bang

Sulu: Who’s prevailing?
Ukeleles got Sixth Sense like that robot, Haley.
Feet – don’t fail me. Cops – don’t tail me.
Shopping carts get pushed around daily.

J-Bomb: Wolfgang Mozart’s on TV
He’s selling rhymes for you and me
He tries to act like he’s P.C.
But we all know his philosophy

Un-G: read the language of the body
from the very defiant hottie
sending all with the stacks to the back
with a command that demands affection
Kimba Lang resurrect with a new direction
get on down with the love that’s brown
feel the wrath like it was coming from
khan my girl lang is going beyond

Sulu: Took a little picture with my I-Zone
Mail it with the sound of the dial tone
wait for the comments on materials.
It’s like butter but it’s more like imperial
margarine. Large in the ego but the sargeant
busts upon her work with a tone that’s encouraging.
Emerging stars never took the tone lightly.
Seeing past the smile don’t seem too frightly.
Almost on a nightly basis it’s Kimba.
So much goin’ on you can’t remember
sulu with the oddysey. Tell me how it oughtta be?
Braggadocio with a subtle hint of modesty.

Bridge:
All the fine people with the fine passions
keep the fine jobs without the fine line
Only time equals what will bring cash in
Kimba Lang works, but can’t be defined.

CHORUS:
If you gotta kiss something,
got a fist pumping,
you just gotta kimba lang.
If you get no respect for your intellect, girl,
you just gotta kimba lang.
And even if you ain’t brown
you gotta like how it sounds, you just gotta kimba lang.
So if you gotta kiss something, you just gotta kimba lang

Sulu: Let us reminisce about Kimba Darling.
Savvy in the brain like Clarice Starling
Gotta play the game, but she ends up quarreling.
Temperment spawns like Todd McFarland.
Gots an older brother by the name of Clubber
Keeps her all protected like a trojan rubber.
Looking for promotion but they don’t think of her.
Kimba ‘lil Lang, man don’t they love her?

J-Bomb: Utility wing or the point guard
like the classic rhyme I’m coming at cha hard
Hard to the net
You wanna make a bet
well you better get set
and ready to go
for I changed my priorities from high to low
Now you want me around, but I can’t make a sound
Well you can’t hold me down on the underground
Cuz I’m knockin’ at the door like a battering ram
Shield shattering ham
Kimba lang flattering can
It won’t be mattering man
For it’s too little too late
For today is the day I’m going to change my fate
Yeah, today is the day I’m going to change my fate.

Bridge:
All the fine people with the fine passions
keep the fine jobs without the fine line
Only time equals what will bring cash in
Kimba Lang works, but can’t be defined.

CHORUS:
If you gotta kiss something,
got a fist pumping,
you just gotta kimba lang.
If you get no respect for your intellect, girl,
you just gotta kimba lang.
And even if you ain’t brown
you gotta like how it sounds, you just gotta kimba lang.
So if you gotta kiss something, you just gotta kimba lang

J-Bomb: Your apathetic is pathetic
Don’t listen to their rhetoric
You can’t forget the chick who won’t take any dick
from her superior
She said, “Kiss my posterior!”
It’s time for them to pucker
and be treated like a sucker
It’s dandy like candy when you can be a little randy
You got to hand it to me
For letting you see
That you don’t deserve this
Raise the proud fist
and tell the whole world it’s my black ass you can kiss!

Un-G: To keen for the unseen
Distance in between
What’s said is not felt
In quests for wealth
Like my name was Hall I can’t go for that
With the smell of it all I’m bringing it back
To Junior high crushes and getting like kids
in short school buses
Vicious in it’s cycles so I let loose
ponder with the wander in that kind of use
representation lost in equation
fuck the formulaic you know I’ll say it
kimba lang is my kind of style an impecable gal
that’ll make you go wild

Bridge:
All the fine people with the fine passions
keep the fine jobs without the fine line
Only time equals what will bring cash in
Kimba Lang works, but can’t be defined.

CHORUS:
If you gotta kiss something,
got a fist pumping,
you just gotta kimba lang.
If you get no respect for your intellect, girl,
you just gotta kimba lang.
And even if you ain’t brown
you gotta like how it sounds, you just gotta kimba lang.
So if you gotta kiss something, you just gotta kimba lang

J-Bomb: Here’s the situation.
There’s a fish in new rotation.
He’ll be working at your station
as the head of transportation.
Now you’re overheated
You can’t repeat it.
If it’s still alive
then you’ll just have to beat it

Un-G: i got the focus
i’m bout to blow this
then you’ll know this
complex simplicity
a rhythmic frequency
p i community
two step reaction
one person faction

Sulu: Stand by for atomic weight
Isotopes gonna radiate
Half life of the bottom cake
Add heat and they elevate.
Wear gloves when you got hazmats.
Contaminants get past that.
Sulu’s gonna tip NASDAQ
on the lab with the new fast track.

Un-G: feel the one burst
from the ung burst
internal chaos
a mental maalox
vacuum of the dome
the mind free to rome
you’re not what you own
beyond being a clone

CHORUS:
Laboratory hazmats
Exploratory labrats
Distorted story’s have lacked informatory truth.
Laboratory hazmats
Exploratory labrats
Extorted for the past fads exploited for the youth.

J-Bomb: Lose the math
Cleat the path
Give me your homework
let’s see what you have
Parabola over Coca-Cola
New mix flavors for my granola
Sodium oxide tetranitrate
What’s wrong here?
You carried the eight!
That’s good Will Hunting
You were close
It’s back to the lab for another dose

Sulu: Got heat like a BTU.
E-mail dot EDU
for the lab that’s feeding you
with the chemical breeding phu.
Phu Nom, Phu Bar, Phu Lish-
Quantitative styles fuel this –
Be careful ’bout what you wish
pic grows in a see-through dish.

CHORUS:
Laboratory hazmats
Exploratory labrats
Distorted story’s have lacked informatory truth.
Laboratory hazmats
Exploratory labrats
Extorted for the past fads exploited for the youth.

Sulu: Sulu’s got triplets. I flip it to time it out.
Collards and riblets are tidbits to rhyme about.
Find it out. Catch me with alternate recipes.
Cauldron’s all hot and the witches are next to these.
Bubble and boil. Troubles will soil.
Pass the elixir – the party is royal.
But back to these witches, they’re blind but they’re never bored.
Lady’s got charm but the magic is ever more.

Un-G: it’s my mission when you’re kissin
i’ll be dissin’ when your fishin’
hey you listenin’ i’m still standing
i’m demanding
a word to be heard make it a verb
an act in fact it’s time to react
bring it on back to goofier times
innocent minds pull up the blinds
all see what you’ll find

J-bomb: tell the tales from days of old
about the men worth their weight in gold
you’ve heard it before cuz it’s already been sold
but I pull back the curtain for it must be showed
He carries a cane and walks with a limp
takes care of three girls his hair in a crimp
He doesn’t hit women so they call him a wimp
Little do they know he’s the lesbian pimp

CHORUS:
We designed it.
You rewind it.
We refined it.
And it’s ever more.
Don’t assign it.
If you find it.
Never mind it.
‘Cause it’s never more.

Sulu: Back to topic of rapping it’s not because
I can keep snapping and tapping in morse
code. What I rode is a chariot of gold.
What a sight to behold and I’m staying the course.
Waters are high and the temperature’s rising
surprising the rappers with lyrical spells.
A clash of the titans. Who’s riding Poseidon?
I’m writing, confide in what miracles tell.

Un-G: got a complexion the color the color of coco
rich in flavors like loco moco
travel the planet like marco polo
patron the stage the one called gogo
having lunch in stranger places
looking for smiles in different faces
sport the glove i cover the bases
check out the kicks i wear fat laces

J-Bomb: Trapped in a bottle with a brick on the cap
Waiting for someone to make the neck go snap
Once I am free I’ll be ready to sap
the blood of your people all across the map
Leave me in here for your person’s display
So all I can hear are what my echoes can say
Once I am free you shall rue the day
For my enslavement you shall dearly pay

CHORUS:
We designed it.
You rewind it.
We refined it.
And it’s ever more.
Don’t assign it.
If you find it.
Never mind it.
‘Cause it’s never more.

Sulu: Binary outlook on my life has got me hesitant.
No matter what is evident,
I keep it on the lowdown.
Living for eternity has set its own precedent
for all robotic residents
and they can never slow down.
Teach me how to love and guarantee
I’ll do it better.
Make it swifter than Loretta,
whether human or machine.
Got a plug in that’s erogenous
in any kind of weather.
Multiply it all together
and the product’s going to seem obscene.
Take another look into my better half.
The fact is that I’d rather have
capacity to love
moisture vaporators, power droids, or sprockets on the hovercraft.
I talk it while the others laugh
and ask to be above other human kind.
I am only partly machine.
It’s hardly a dream to party unseen
It’s starting to seem a little bit different when I look into the mirror
because I can’t compute.
Love error.

CHORUS:
I’m part digital, part analog – I’m a robotic youth lifeform.
I gotta database I gotta analyze – I’m a robotic youth lifeform.
I’m part digital, part analog – I’m a robotic youth, I’m a robotic youth lifeform

Un-G: I’m a big man in a little league with cybergenetic seed
Zeros and ones love exists in my boolean creed
Equipped with the knowledge on how a heart can bleed
So i feed off of eletro magnetic stimuli
Transfer the bootilicious data that can make hef cry
Wonder why variable array make
My heart stay on the one.
See you got the crazy intellect
Matched with style that defines sex
Boost in energy when you’re next to me
Love it when you call me wasmabati
Something in the code cause interface to disconnect
Antivirus application can’t correct
Heavy on the processor multiple string tester
No positive results getting freaky in the mind like 3rd world cults Put it to internal drives to compute and dispute this data
That feels like terror love error

CHORUS:
I’m part digital, part analog – I’m a robotic youth lifeform.
I gotta database I gotta analyze – I’m a robotic youth lifeform.
I’m part digital, part analog – I’m a robotic youth, I’m a robotic youth lifeform

J-Bomb: Man and machine were not meant to come together
In the 21st Century they’ll be like birds of a feather
Give me a Robocop that mows a 13 acre lawn
and I’ll take a pleasure droid that won’t tell me that I’m wrong
A black pontiac that knows my handicaps and pars
or a Transformer gun that makes a drink at the bar
Your Deep Blue upgraded new model brain
can predict the weather and has a sensor for its pain
It knows the jersey colors, player’s names and the numbers
but might have trouble calculating in the late summer
Overheater, crash course, website support
take it downtown and walk it through the tennis courts
The simplest solution is to treat it like a dog
Keep it free of moisture and that includes the fog

 

HIPHOPUNKFUNKMAMBOSKA


Click on song titles to read the lyrics

All one motion fueled by emotion
Landing of the fist eat this cake to take to the hospitable
Admitable evidence hence I’m guilty with a smirk
Dealt a hand with out meaning
Scheming for the plan unlike the man
There’s no faith control understand
Telescopic poles to unfold and swing
Sing a simple song to make one happy
Slap me when I got the writhing contriving itch
I switch to the couch
I don’t fill the pouch
Ask me once again
What’s it all about

The flavor of the raver
has modified my behavior
should I step into the batter’s box?
For the eye of the fox
has got me in it’s locks
so tell me man what’s your plan
Well I’ll stand my ground and
take a look around and
hopefully the answer will be found
Well don’t fear the slap
just think up a rap and
tell her how you can get down
Now that sounds great
for it must have been fate
stepping in to place my win
But there’s ick on your fin
and your destined to sin
so wipe off that silly grin
But I’ve already got par
and I see another star
So how do I fit these pieces in?

Listen to my call because you know I fall.
And if it’s your eyeball saying that it’s not my fault
that I’m sorta like Tybalt, come into my vault.
Then you say it’s all my fault that you drank all of my malt liquor?
For the record – I could not be sicker.
Try to get the picture – mine is for the lecture.
Cool is for beginners, Yul is for the Brynners,
food is for the thinner, and you gotta get into the p.i.c.
I see it’s kinda risky. Yo – who’s that fool breath stinking like whiskey?
“Phunom.”
Your rhyme is committed with the rest.
I may be a phu, but my intentions are the best.

Y! cause I gotta understand who’s gonna be the man in the plan
Don’t wanna be no stalker on the corner saying damn
Never got the cat in the bag so you know I never lag in
attention cause my intention’s for some real
How bout eightish for a meal
Got stood up so what’s with that mother fuckin deal
Made time for the mackin but your presents was lackin
So I’m jackin a vowel cause I gotta cry foul
But there’s no ref in the game so I try to keep it sane gotta keep it tame
As I maintain a cool but I’m still played like a fool
Don’t know whats in store but I’m coming back for more
But you’re not giving gotta check how I’m living
or else in the dawn you’ll see I took a dump on your lawn
It’s do or die and sometimes y
But the rhyme ain’t over with just a mention of the bowels
as the disonance turns to usual incidence
With trips out west to test the psychosis
Got pictures of your abode but you don’t know this
Spot you a block a way, not to say hello
But to follow you to your next rendevous
Then on that corner I stand I gotta God Damn!!

A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y
A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y
A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y
A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

I’m bringing it back around again.
And like I say, back when I was a little kid, I’ll tell you what I did.
I’m singing a song of ridicule, yo it wasn’t cool.
You know the Sulu played the fool who gave out his love and got the finger.
And still it lingered around on the DL, so p-l-ease….
it didn’t stop because the Sulu’s way too low. I know I shoulda said hello so that she’d know that I am a Filipino man that
can comprehend the plan to make some beautiful brown kids, and she did.
But with some other Filipino, he knows that I’m crooning for a love song
that went wrong.
And now that shit is so gone that it’s like Calgon take me away.
And I would hate to say that it’s taking me away to a place that I can hide.
Where there are no laws of wooing that I’d have to abide to.
‘Cause if I flew the koop, I’d have to run the risk of missing out upon
another scoop of my favorite type of flavor,
but behavior’s kinda played.
Or am I asking myself a question so that shit is all delayed.
Is it watered in the musk that’s dead on my neck or was the chance like
never taken so I was dealing with a deck of cards that were all jokers.
And if I were a psycho, yo I’d stock her like a broker.
Crazy yes I am, but psycho no I’m not.
And as I’m rapping about this shit I’ll tell you the choices that I got.
is it A, I can come back for another day, and if I had the chance you know
I’d say I got room in my bed for her to lay.
But if that girl doesn’t want to play, I’d do her like that chick
Tammy Faye Baker and make her just look the other way.
Because you’re know that the shit is always true because of aeiou.

A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y
A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y
A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y
A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

Hell no, brother I can’t dig into the pockets of my pants.
Shallow pockets run dry. Gonna have to give hambo a try.
Cash flow – money for the moves. Scrawny ass body with a gut to lose.
Aw yeah…. bottom cake’s served straight from the oven.
Moves absurd. Lasso – get on the horse.
Ride full speed while I use the force.
Guidance computer turned off when I do the lasso.
Head up north, switch off targeting computers.
Do my hip move, pull out my shooters.
Sugar mamas in sight. Hit ’em with the laser for the night.
Shower me baby with the green, chill in the basement cool alright.
Rock with the e-lux can’t be clean, but we chill in the basement cool alright.
It’s cool alright.

Keeper of the scape of a 14 Red Coach Lane
Ask me where I’m from and I’ll think I’ll tell ya the same
A smooth operator like Big Daddy Kane
Reluctant balut eater with a spanish last name
Hiphopunkfunkmamboska is what you hear
Persona in a musical form in the last frontier
Captain of the ship started sailing with beer
Engergized with 45’s now I have no fear
Travel to that foreign land with the hambo in plan
Tantilizing alien forms in the rhythm of Stan.

Come on ride the horse and do the lasso
Come on ride the horse and do the lasso
Come on ride the horse and do the lasso
Come on ride the horse giddi up now

Slipped on my trip
this old man came rolling home.
Scratching at my door
He wanted a doggie a bone.
So I tossed him a milk biscuit
and he finally left me alone,
but if he comes back later
than I’ll have to check his tone.
Yo, Could I get by
if I had to fly
taking it all the way
to the sky
See the blinkin’s
Connect the dots
Refocus
and we’ll see what we’ve got.
Swirling Matrix
Great Adventure ride
See me here
No need to hide.
Can you trust it
Never before
Better look out cuz I got a little more.
Hear the snap. No need to crap.
Because it’s the beat behind my little rap.
Eyes are bugging
No one can tell.
Because they’re bloodshot from the flames of hell.
Blowing up. I’m out of control.
The old man rolls, but I pay the toll.

Come on ride the horse and do the lasso
Come on ride the horse and do the lasso
Come on ride the horse and do the lasso
Come on ride the horse giddi up now

All I wanted was little bitty taste
Something stimulating like the flavor of toothpaste.
But all I got was some dried up chicken
thus and so I’m not even close to finger lickin’
I’m just lookin’ and lackin’ and packin’ and rackin’ up
all that’s good and maybe I should
not deserve this and not deserve that
for when it comes down to it i think it’s all crap.
Well, maybe he’s a just a not happy.
When you stick the pipe in him he’s pretty damn snappy.
Or snapless Another fine mess that you’ve gotten us into
Whatcha gonna do Because you don’t know where you’re going
Does it look like I’m rowing? I’m not even growing. I’m totally stagnate
I don’t even rate on the Richter scale
I need the ginger ale to bubble me up
Cuz I don’t know what’s up. So I say what the fuck!
I’m flat as a flapjack. Tied to the rack of a five-door stationwagon
and you know I’m just dragging my ass like
I was going to class. Dare I say Mass. I want to pay the toll fare
Try to keep it rare or should I say raw.
I’m just trying draw something new Like I know how too.
I say, No, Don’t go Just stop and let the song flow Kiss my grits!

I like peanut buttter on my white bread
I like jelly on my butter
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread
I like peanut buttter on my white bread
I like jelly on my butter
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

Step into the A&P wonderin’ who is payin’ me
I got the flat pockets, man, I guess I’ll have to wait & see.
Bait and seafood, man, you’ll find in aisle 9, but what the hell
is waiting for me with a smile in my line?
Is it my imagination or is the peanut butter staring?
Flaring with my are my nostrils.
Like the 12 apostles, ask her to my last supper as I put her in my cart.
Then it starts – an idea – as I push around the mart.
Head into aisle 7 for some sticky sweet stuff.
You need stuff just to eat stuff ’cause I’m a complete buff
of non meat stuff.
Enough of this stupid rediculous talk because I’m seeing what I want
from afar and it’s in a jar.
Stars abound to fulfill my constellation.
Elation has been reached to celebrate my culinary creation.
Peanut butter, jelly and me rolling in my head,
but I forgot the one thing that I’ma need is some serious bread.
And I already established that my man is flat broke.
Got smoked as I had to put a lid on my hopes.
Put the 2 jars away, thinking about the plan which failed.
Sandwich smelled damn good but I could not even afford.
Steven’s a poor damn mutha.
When’s the next time that there’s going to be another opportunity?
Soon to be closed is the store, so I floor to the freeway,
thinking about that ill fated three………

I like peanut buttter on my white bread
I like jelly on my butter
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread
I like peanut buttter on my white bread
I like jelly on my butter
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

Who’s got the bread I got the butter
I’m steering this jam like a skipper on the rudder
The breads in the box so I put it where it’s hot
Yo I slide into the oven a hot it’s become
A running the knife on the sides till in coincides
with the jam that’s the plan to spread it like jufran
Blam pass me another slice cause this single toast won’t suffice
A wouldn’t it be nice to complete the three you and me you see
It’s the sandwich, a plan which requires a magic number
So I’m a runner of a race as I pick up the pace
But I stop as I drop cause I see the most beautiful sight
But the shit ain’t right cause the toast I wanted the most was someone elses toast
O smothered with jelly, hurting like Telly, on a perfect plate
How can I relate when…

I like peanut buttter on my white bread
I like jelly on my butter
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread
I like peanut buttter on my white bread
I like jelly on my butter
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread
Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

Word to the essential from the environmental
ever expanding like a lunar landing
cause my space is like 1999
and I’m demanding the voice cause it’s my choice
to roll my r’s like my name is ramon cause
I’m the one and only only one with the un
so you leave that mediocrity at the door
call me mister speaker cause I got the floor
my congress is in session I got the funkin’ lesson
like my clan was the x
but the pic is on the flex
my mic rocks with out a glock
you know I don’t stop with the flip hip-hop

Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown
Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown
Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown
Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

There are clouds in the sky and the sun is on my back
would you believe that today I’m feeling like The Mack
Trying to stay sane in an insane world
Walking down the street my stomach’s gettin’ nurled
But I got to keep movin’ cuz I can’t stay in place
Keeping one eye open for that pretty face
The sight of the world is pretty incredible
inevitable, forgettable it’s got to be regrettable
It’s bettable that I could come back on another plane
parallel to this world no strain no pain
OK OK I’m coming back to reality
Stick in another quarter I can’t live with fatality
Coming back strong can I really go wrong
with my picks and my clicks and my roundhouse kicks
give me the joystick
cuz you know I’m living forever
look out for my lever
cuz it’s never been better
Check it
There’s a KO up on the screen
I turn around the world is looking pretty green
There are things out there that I’ve never even seen
Yo, take me to the places that I’ve never been

Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown
Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown
Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown
Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

I tend to pretend that my pretense is a grievance when I leave.
Hence, I turn around and look in disbelievement that the
only thing that keeps me from displacing my saneness is the
same miss, my band a forty, then I’m glad I came this time
to the party as if it was the ’92.
UnG was spinning on the vinyl but the bout was never final.
Like Lionel Richie, yo I step and said hello.
You look so fine, so pretty, so cool, so crazy, so far……
So swell.
So I will spill all of my guts until you will for the better
that we’re going to be together for the duration of the efforts that we’re
bringing.
And so I’m thinking, why’s a man rapping when a man should be singing like
this.

“Girl, come on and sit on my lap” Awww yeaaaahh.

In this church of people’s inspiration, moderation for duration’s tough.
Especially if you’re avoiding all that crazy corny stuff.
But I’m arranging for the breaks to be dealt with by the two, because I know that
know one else will no me like you do.
Let’s get it straight as I relate upon this subject at its end.
Because we wear a coat that can tear but also mend.
And if it mends and keeps the 2 away from harm, the cold will stay away and then this coat will keep us warm.

Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown
Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown
Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown
Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

It’s been said, stated as an underlined fact
that tracked across the tape is a convoluted map
The snap of my retort as I recall upon the play
will stay momentarily until the next day
when I can change the trends of my day to day attitudes
Find direction using my latitude
Too many fools are living life equatorial
at zero degrees like their lives were memorials
Take it up a notch, got to use the blood of youth to sooth
the broken dreams that’ll seem to be uncouth
when you use a different method that seems criminal minded
while looking for that gold pot. Man you’ll never find it
You’re blind. It’s always gonna feel mad faulty
Advantage being taken at a higher type quality
Uncertainty’s laden for the coming of the new
When the future rolls ’round, tell me what you gonna do?

It’s the master of the blaster
The bringer of disaster
como se dice, me say, Esai Morales
Bob that La Bamba bad ass
so pass that knowledge to Alice
But Alice don’t know a character from fiction or fact
Cause she reacts in a wonderland, She’ll never understand
She has that right to step to that microphone stand

Places and Spaces I’ve been
Never know it’s out till it’s in
Places and Spaces I’ve gone
Never know it’s off till it’s on
Places and Spaces I’ll go
Never can tell without a show
Places and Spaces I’m at
I’m at, I’m at, I’m at

Off the runway I’m making my own way
Resigning from the model gig
Don’t need no preconception
cause the preconception is just a
misconception of the actual being
Meaning blind of obidient fools consuming
with out a thought just caught
In the margins assuming
subservient position now it’s the mission
of the indios with the conquistator smarts
to return to the sleeping masses
Show them mothers how to sing
and swing with their asses
I say once again original individual
Projecting the mind through the beat and the rhyme
Like enemy mine, Jasmar is universal
Once you feel it right, You need no rehearsal
Performing reversals on brain wash victims to open ear drums.

Flat on my face I had to pick myself up
because I realized my life was just going off the cuff
Here we are living in the 9-lucky 7
and P.I.C is supposed to be going straight to heaven
We may have been out, but we’re not quite down
So turn that sad frown around and around
because we’re coming back in a brand new age
Adding more words to the end of the page

Places and Spaces I’ve been
Never know it’s out till it’s in
Places and Spaces I’ve gone
Never know it’s off till it’s on
Places and Spaces I’ll go
Never can tell without a show
Places and Spaces I’m at
I’m at, I’m at, I’m at

Back again extending on the chapter
Read between the lines and I’ll think you’ll hear the laughter
Because when I got smoked I went over the edge
My mind kind of broke when I was hit with that sledge
I floated around in the vacancy of space
when I landed I was in a brand new place
This dope spot had just as much sewage
had to learn to walk again living in the new age
Take two steps and run through the scat
it’s hard to move forward, but you can’t move back
Oh my gosh, what the hell’s that knick-knack
Yo! Pull in the reigns pick up the slack
Come on son you’re dancing on the cusp
Close the emergency exit on the school bus
Choose your weapon cuz the new age is coming
You don’t have to fight but these rhymes you’ll be humming

Folks get raw with the image they process while they change
what’s real unaware they lost this to other forces unexplained
Of course this shit is pained with losses understand the causes
Unavailable to the chance they’re taking
Just stay in one place while their thought’s mistaking
a chance to move ahead for the rope that’ll bind
You’ll find you get caught. Play it back in your mind

Places and Spaces I’ve been
Never know it’s out till it’s in
Places and Spaces I’ve gone
Never know it’s off till it’s on
Places and Spaces I’ll go
Never can tell without a show
Places and Spaces I’m at
I’m at, I’m at, I’m at

What’s up with the sausage as I step into the room
But my fears are all gone when I’m supplying the boom
with an eclectic vinyl collection
need a gyration inspiration for the next selection
giving the crowd that lesson
in the taste of U-N-G music use don’t abuse it
Bitters will find fatality in their unoriginality
Don’t give a shit about the pop shit polluting frequencies
Will drop the cheese as long as shit sounds go to me
Conquest to be will enter through
the subversive inversive inquisition
absent after doesn’t matter
cause the latter will
subsidize fantasize giorgio position
Later
Care more about the mixing than the fixing of dates
to relate aspire to inspire Tanya optional fest
So I’m on a quest with 243 Henry
2 for the uno you know
The laser please

Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular
Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular

Be it the rite of spring Or the last summer blast
If you’re hanging at our party I’ll be looking at that ass
On the dance floor since you came thru the door
With a drink in your hand Now you’re friends with band
And I’m light as a feather Got my mind off the weather
Cuz it’s hot as hell and there’s only one fan
but the cops won’t ban, cuz they’re all on the lam
and we got the god bless down on the L.E.S.
But I’m too care to drunk And this boat won’t be sunk
For I think when I drink There must be vodka in the sink
I Need another sip with three sheets to the width
Un-G’s got the beats going up and down the streets
Who’s playing in the mud I need another bud
Or a forty from the fridge We’re about to take it to the bridge
Whatcha drinkin’ there wine? Corona with the lime
Are you having a good time? Yeah! I­m feeling fine.

Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular
Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular

What’s up with all these faces I can’t remember?
Pretend to know them so I show them
that I’m a member of this Country Club.
Annoint them with my beverage of choice.
Raising up my voice to let you know that I have lost my poise.
“Boise, Idaho? Well what do you know? I’ve been there……”
Or was that Ohio?
Yes it was ’cause I got kin there.
Precisely the Minister of Rage.
It’s hard to gauge the drunken sage that will wage war
upon the page of written rhymes not remembered ’cause intoxicants.
And so I freestyle about myself and my flatulence.
Forget dancing with the ladies ’cause like Hades I’m hellatious.
I dumb dance in all kinds of places.
Shy cassanova’s back with the drunken mode.
While in my abode sausage is the code.
Henry is the road where the party will reside.
Bring your own beats, and the rhymes I’ll provide.

Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular
Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular

Let me go and take those years back
I let my ears fall flat every time I hear the beat attract
Never lacked for grooves, smooth moves cool dudes never rude
when macking on an interlude.
Clued in early on that the parties were on.
My must do list, I must do this before I’m gone.
Put it down on hot wax. How I feel about the jams stay jam packed
The p.i.c ran and that’s fact. Downtown clowns get down on the tip that’s brown.
At the top at the drop of a dime What goes around
is the beat we used to rhyme to. Everything on Henry Street’s fun times 2.
Too many times to think back. For all those we’ll be back, we love that.
Manifest essence of hip hop within four walls and for all
x marks the L.E.S and the nest with the rest of these furious fests.

Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular
Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular

People see me grab for my drink.
I think that under my sink is
why I wonder why stink is always underlying.

I’ll think I’ll make it louder prouder father I am
brown brother man control of the wax no blundering

Unlock the key ring
want to try to make it sing
Can’t get the dong-ding
and we have no posturing

Horny Jeff is on the dance he gots himself a lasso.
Rice just wants to drink some more but yo he gots no cash flow.

I know the remedy readily but if I have to U-N-G will treat the laser easily

So what’s the fuss
Get off the bus
Cuz we got the crafter-hove
Hit the high gear and you know we got a fact-of-love

Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular
Ease back I can’t believe that
I am not the one who is going to get down
Feed back and you’ll see that
All of our moves are spectacular

The word’s not bond unless you know the prophecy.
With velocity you go the hell off of my posturepedic mattress that was made
by Sealy. And when we’re on the floor, girl, I won’t get feely or touchy
because it isn’t much, see, to push the button that will send the blood
flowing.
So I’m knowing if I step to the left something big is gonna show.
I cannot jump around or else my bomb is gonna blow.
I can’t mambo, so to hell with the slow jam
because the way she’s dancing, I don’t think no man will tuck in his shirt
or else he’s gonna hurt when he tries to turn around and flirt.
And if you’re wondering why I got a funny dance,
it must be all those keys in my pants. Or is it my wallet?
I can never tell because I fell into my recall.
Is it all the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard before?
And there’s more of me.
In ways you know I’m hard core because my core is hard.
The card I pulled has never been an ace.
At least I face the lady while hiding my disgrace.
Of course the force of nature seems to drive,
but I’ve seen the last of this lady in the five times.

Chorus: Time same shit gets old, when your little pal don’t do what it’s told
Shift gotta play it with finesse or else your guilty pleading no contest
Shaft rising like an elevator crazy is the state of mind so evade her
I need a remedy for this situation
Gotta shift the shaft
shift the shaft
shift the shaft
shift the shaft

Driving. Grinding over this here beat
Got my windows rolled up and I’m sitting in my seat.
If I wasn’t working the pedals I’d be tapping my feet.
I’ve got crowded streets, but I’m in control
I can’t stop now you know I’m on a roll
A tap of the brake a lift of the nose
anything can happen you got to be on your toes.
But now I got my groove on so I’m moving right along
Always prepared like a good boy scout
For any horny toad who takes to the road
without his blinders you know he’s going to find hers
with an image in his mind of a firm behind
that will jump the subconcious and make him obnoxious
and use words like ahnkious and Lola Folonxious
But now I’ve got the blood and you know I’ve got the wood
thus you know I should and you know I could but BAM
there’s no better distraction than the action of a beautiful woman
Yo who him crashing in the wall layed out and sprawled
all over the avenue what can you do? Because you know you’re going to crash
when you’re looking at that ass. You know you’re going to crash when you’re looking at that ass!

Time same shit gets old, when your little pal don’t do what it’s told
Shift gotta play it with finesse or else your pleading no contest
Shaft rising like an elevator crazy is the state of mind so evade her
I need a remedy for this funky situation
Gotta shift the shaft
shift the shaft
shift the shaft
shift the shaft

I grab to the undulation
cause you know this Asian
bears the Asian red face as
I draw my ace to step back
a way back to the mesmerizing textures of the black
It’s a 321 contact my connection becomes broken
Remain unspoken to the dress I rest in my reaction
to make no token
Smoking like a markie
it’s my biz so we create them new relations
in the zones that are hidden
Forbidden to be in my selection
No time for correction
No room for expression
So I voluntarily steer
Readily clear with the ideal so fresh and dear
I hear the voice of ridicule
Don’t play no cool
Have the art degree but I’m still like a fool
A new performance to hinder romance that’s created in the dance
But the shit still enhanced to be braved and save for flipsided rhymes
Like chunky monkey sucking limes everytime
The minds been gifted, my hearts bin lifted but uhhh
That shafts been shifted.

Chorus: Time same shit gets old, when your little pal don’t do what it’s told
Shift gotta play it with finesse or else your pleading no contest
Shaft rising like an elevator crazy is the state of mind so evade her
I need a remedy for this funky situation
Gotta shift the shaft
shift the shaft
shift the shaft
shift the shaft

What a crazy place for Esperanza to be born
as I look upon the pages of this book forlorn.
Like a fable written up by a light incandescent,
adolescent with desires that remain incessant.
A blessing as it was, this music seemed to hold place
for the smooth brown face of a Sulu out of place.
And trace upon the lines between the black and white.
People tend to ask me questions, but, my man, I see why
a kid is taken up in to the arms that can warm.
I also can see how that kid can conform to the rigid type of rules
that are set by the street and, in a sense, we’re incomplete
by a few indiscreet type critics.
Politics will ruin your agenda.
Render wack-ass rhyme and in the process,
you can end a man’s career and sustenance,
Stand for real and toughen since a man’s ego and his style’s fragile.
Tell me little lady – was it really worth your while
that the music crept up and took away your smile?
So I’ll look for the end before I start and give it up to the girl with the
hope in her heart.

E-S-P-E-R-A-N-Z-A

I see I should mention a name
searching for reaction with a fraction of fame
Vampira sucking souls leaving bodies cold
Cause they’ve never been told
So I say behold
The wisdom of the deconstruct
Intense like a thrust from a fuck
With a plan to deprogram even a man of a clan
Losing that ignorance you pay with that innocence
Projecting a false profile
while mentals offset by them attractive flanks
Frankly I can’t give a damn man
rescind my subscription cause your posing through your diction
Facing implosion
erosion of my emotion
till I feel nothing at all
strangely enough I’ll wait for your
call that’s all

E-S-P-E-R-A-N-Z-A

I tripped out of bed
Put my alarm on sleep
Last night’s high
Had me going deep
I was dreaming of the girlies
That are so sweet
Wouldn’t it be nice
if I could just meet, beat meet beatmanifesto
One two maybe even three
Always got my eye open for that one fine fille
That one girl eho could just change my life and not stab me in the back with
a dagger or a knife
Can I forget the chicks
I rather stick with bricks
Cuz you know I got plenty
Possibly more that twenty
I’m just going off, jumping from the top loft
Like the Sulu on the high road I keep it on the comeback road
Hey! it’s just a blast from the past
A brother like me has to have the last laugh
Ha ha Ha a hee hee hee
You can’t catch me for a bumble bee

E-S-P-E-R-A-N-Z-A

Well I got myself a woman and I got myself a band on the other hand.
Because I can’t stand when folks take my happiness away.
I sway like I was the wind blowing and I’m not glowing anymore.
Sore is my mood, and mood is my emotion.
Emotion is my food, so what’s with my pollotion?
Or shall I say pollution?
Because me resolution for the new year is cheer,
so let me endear to the simple little things that can get me hard.
Like waking in the morning and spraying Right Guard in my underarm.
Warm is the feeling when I can tell that I don’t smell.
Don’t let shit prevail with the post intelligence control.
What’s the goal when I’m speaking on poetics from the soul?
The truth is that my happiness is rapping this in all of the splendor.
For the feminine gender, I’ll render rhymes in complexity.
The crowd is standing next to me because they’re enthralled by my lyrical
ecstasy.
Just call it love, man, it happens all the time
when I get drwn to the beat and my rhyme.
Mine is yours, and the mic is our connection.
Make that shit sweet with the p.i.c confection.
Sort of like a drug without the bodily harm, make it warm with the funk
lifelong.
And sing a happy song.

Happy song got it going on
Happy song got it going on
Happy song got it going on
Happy song got it going on

Take me out
Out on the town
I want to be loved
All night long.
Walking on the east side
I couldn’t hail the cabbie ride
Had to use my feets
to walk these streets
So I’m heading towards avenue Z
But I couldn’t cross the river E
So I made my way to Tommy Square Park
Sitting on the fence at the Dog Run Bark
That’s where I said hey to Jungle Jim
Saw this girl I’m like why you with him.
She said leave me alone you big scrub.
You got the back and I got the rub.
Running away she got into her ride.
Leaving me alone on the happy Slide.

Check out my face and see my grin is wide
I’m savoring the flavor from a private place
Butterfly tattoos and white panty lace
I’m spinning off the taste of the Caragay wine
My secret elixir to the U-N-G mind
Soul showing through the flowing
So everybody’s knowing I’m the pinoy b-boy kind in time
Kept the bounce going on from here to Luzon
Counter acting negativity like a proton
PIC lasting long like Anna Bell Chong
Good for the body like Tai Chi Chuan
Happy song got it going on

Happy song got it going on
Happy song got it going on
Happy song got it going on
Happy song got it going on