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AESOP ROCK "NONE SHALL PASS"




Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist
Wither by the watering hole, water patrol
What are we, a heart huckabee, art fuckery suddenly?
Not enough young in his lung for the water wings?
Colorfully vulgar poacher at a mulch like
'I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt.' (Fine)
Sign of the time we elapsed
When a primate climb up the spine and attach
Eye for an eye, by the bog's life swamps and vines
They get a rise out of frogs and flies
So when a dog fights hog-tied prize sorta costs a life
The mouths water on a fork and knife
And the allure isn't right
It's gore on a war-torn beach
Where the cash cows actually beef
Blood turns wine when I leak for police
Like 'That's not a riot, it's a feast, let's eat.'

Chorus

And I will remember your name and face
On the day you were judged by the funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky like 'None shall pass.'
None shall pass, none shall pass

Now if he never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix
he wouldn't relate to the rouge vocoder bliss
How he spoke through a no-doz, motor on the fritz
'Cause he wouldn't play roll over, fetch, like a bitch
And express no regrets though he isn't worth the homeowners piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz (Fine)
Sign of the swine and the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform


Miles outside of the eye of the storm
With a siphon to lure and a prize and award
While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war
True blue triumph is more
Like wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold
Let it break the walls of Jericho. ready? go.
Sat where the old cardboard city folks
Swap tails with heads like every other penny throw

Chorus

Okay, woke to a grocery list
Goes like this: duty and death
Anyone object, come stand in the way
You can be my little Snake River Canyon today
And I ran with a chain of commands
And a jetpack strap where the backstab lands if it can. (Fine)
Sign of the vibe in the crowd
When I cut a belly open to find what climb out
What a bit of gusto he muster up
Make a dark horse rush like enough's enough
It must'a struck a nerve so they huff and puff
Till all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck
And it's a beautiful thing
To my people who keep an impressive wing span
Even when the cubicle shrink
You gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed
NY chew through the machine

Chorus

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DEAD MAN'S BONES "IN THE ROOM WHERE YOU SLEEP"


I saw something
sitting on you bed.
I saw something
touching your head.
In the room
where you sleep.
In the room
where you sleep.
Where you......sleep.

You better run.
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better run.
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better hide!
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better hide!
(You got me runnin'. I'm runnin' out of time.)

Oh.......You better run.

Oh....

I saw something
sitting on your bed.
I saw something
touching your head.
In the room
where you sleep.
In the room
where you sleep.
Where you......sleep.

You better run.
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better run.
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better hide!
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better hide!
(You got me runnin'. I'm runnin' out of time.)

Oh..........You better run.

There's something in the shadows
in the corner of your room.
A dark heart is beating
and waiting for you.
There is no open window, but the floors still creep.
In the room where you sleep.
In the room where you sleep......
Where you....sleep.

You better run.
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better run.
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better hide!
(You got me runnin'; you got me runnin' hard.)
You better hide!
(You got me runnin'. I'm runnin' out of time.)

Oh......You better........run.

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BREATH written by The Grouch

Well you can make any day the greatest day
Just visualize peace when you play this
I'm not saying my whole life's a meditative state
but I was calm, cool, collect when I layed this
Call me The Grouch
but I don't get upset
Kick a verse through the speaker get my gooda then jet
Back to my fam
I live the life of a man
2 cars, 2 dogs, a wife, and a plan
I told you I was makin' sense
All else will make you crazy like following trends
But keepin' up with the neighbors won't save ya
I'm deep enough to know myself now that's major
And I'm proud of me
No male figure to teach me how to be, oh well
Too eager to reach outerly, I should've known
If all was good at home I wouldn't have grown
I put it in poem to show em' a better way
Something abstract and clever not let astray
Break bread, make good awaken
We takin' this hip-hop back to self creation
Meaning I can say whatever I want
And I don't gotta act a certain way to make a chunk
Ain't a punk
Just because it's not the same as before
Temptation lures, but my aim is pure

It used to be stress, now it is breath
It used to be broke, now it's invest
It used to be fated, and now it's controlled
It used to be underground, now it's known
It used to be young, and now it's classic
It's still good music, and it still is magic
I still am feelin' true to myself
My family, my friends, my everyone else

And now I'm smarter
I put a filter on my water
And I bless my home cause I'm raising a daughter
Can't be a porn addict no more that's smaller
Then who I'm supposed to be
Hoes, please don't holler
I can hear the call of the wild
Another man down, swallowed by the mob of the crowd
But I hold my ground, speak loud
Tell 'em simple is the new cool, young fool
Sober is the new drunk, pregnant's new skinny
How long you gonna fuck the world and ride on enemies?
Supplied amenities, I use 'em
I don't rely on crutches, though plus it's oozin'
Out the pores of my skin, pure truth
And when combined with a beat
You feel the music
Literally heal in movement
Watch the expressions change from blank to student
And all the people say "Don't stop doin' it"
So I won't be one to badly influence them
Again, just feel my soul just ink from the pen, I think
Filled a hole from every now and then

It used to be stress, now it is breath
It used to be broke, now it's invest
It used to be fated, and now it's controlled
It used to be underground, now it's known
It used to be young, and now it's classic
It's still good music, and it still is magic
I still am feelin' true to myself
My family, my friends, my everyone else

 

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APPLE PIE written by Goon Moon

Hear the sparrow, sing the song
See the clouds, the setting sun.
Feel the breeze blow through your hair
Dream of me and I'll be there
Count the sheep above your head
The end is near, we are the dead
Smell the lillies, drink the wine
Drape the bodies with the lye

Bake the children in the pies (be yourself, be nice, be nice)
Sip the tea, watch your demise
Tip your hat, don't be ashamed (be yourself, be nice, be nice)
We're all afraid

Read the broken book backwards
Greet the breeders with false words
Taste the sulfur on your tongue
Weep the willow, pierce the lung
Spread the jelly, break the bread
Stitch the evil mark with red
Stare the bulldog in the eye
Listen to the mothers lie

Bake the children in the pies (be yourself, be nice, be nice)
Sip the tea, watch your demise
Tip your hat, don't be ashamed (be yourself, be nice, be nice)
We're all afraid

Scratch the pedals pull the cord
Search the medal for the lord
Throw the brothers in a pile
Rest the wicked for awhile
Fish the foul and dunk the lead
Plant the roses in her head
Slice the pig and kill the rich
And toss the sisters in the ditch

Bake the children in the pies (be yourself, be nice, be nice)
Sip the tea, watch your demise
Tip your hat, don't be ashamed (be yourself, be nice, be nice)
We're all afraid

Be yourself, be nice, be nice

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NOTHING LESS written by Living Legends & Slug

"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams, come along"

[Chorus]
Nothing Less, nothing less

[Grouch]
Well I bet you that I get the last laugh
Bet you that my funerals packed
And the tune you all blast is my crew's shit
New shit or old it don't matter
Bold I get swole in the zone where you gather
I'm alone but together with the folks
Not really knowing where I'm going
But my goal's to provoke thoughts
Devote lots, show some fools the ropes to hop
Scope the top from above it
Love it, then leave it alone
I believe that I'm grown showing the way
Owing the bay for going astray, now I'm blowing away
Like that bag in American Beauty
Truly blessed and nothing less

[MURS]
I'm nothing less than a criminal
With minimal convictions
Serving up my customers a hustler of the diction
Crushing my afflictions, I'm sick in the mind
Depends on how you ask
And I can do anything depending on the task
I tend to be on blast more often than not
Between a rock and a hard place
I soften my spot, talking a lot
That's if my CD's get played
But if that's not the case then I had nothing to say
My crew been tight since we was up in the bay
Been down for a while, now watch us
As we take it, up and away
Something to play when you're laying on back
Felt the love when I wrote this
So I know y'all feel what I'm saying on tracks

[Chorus x3]

[Slug]
The first step was birth
Now forever cursed to analyze his self-worth
The second step was belief
He had to make that move before he even grew teeth
The third step, respect awareness
He could trip over the next step if he's careless
That next step, number four, was love
Can't touch it without stepping the other three above
As he froze for a moment
Ignoring the remaining ones
He was approaching, focus stolen
Looking down at his hands to see what he was holding
Nothing, empty
No choice but to keep going
The fifth step felt like a misstep
It was a re-evaluation of the first four
The anxiety, fear of what it hurts for
Caught in somewhere between the earths core
And the first floor
When he finally made it to step six
He could no longer see it for what it is
All of his views and family and life were askew
Number six had been twisted by the previous two
The last step, the seventh
Was the only thing left that kept him outside of heaven
One last breath and everything could be pleasant
Life through death, man's final lesson

[Chorus]

[Sunspot Jonz]
Nothing less, god bless the days I rest
In this mess called life
Trying to be the best for the best dressed
Female, but she just brings hell
In the wishing well, I drown pieces of my soul
Born to rebel
I'm the black James Dean of the underground
Yelling at shows
Like rallys in Cali, I blow rhyme under the trees
Wanabees talk shit all day
But don't got a tape to play
Nothing genuine to say
So they bite the next man
Like they gonna make him the best man
In this crusade the future looks black
Like Taye Diggs' forehead
We can't go ahead and let the whack break our spirit

[Chorus]

[Scarub]
I know my expectations are high
But I refuse to lay low
No compromises only improvising
From what I manifest in the mind
Even though they say no
I follow through if it's true
You know those type of serious questions
That are asked in a playful manner
So if assumptions are wrong
They can act like it's a joke?
"What do you do for a living?"
That's the words they spoke
When they first heard that I wrote to stay alive
While they work a 9 to 5
I work just as hard as you
But got a different focus
And while you focus on me I'm gonna be all that I am
All of SIAM, while others run at the mouth
With nothing to show
I'ma use what I know, manipulating my flow
From here to there
I origami the situation from what is considered
Unsuitable to something beautiful
The outcome is legendary, and nothing less