Tema: E-Dubble - Tekstovi Pesama

Board Game


[Hook:]
My life's a board game, but I'm never bored mayne
I lose my keys, then I'll just smash in through the door frame
I'm writing stories while I'm living' life in real time
I'm fightin' for the glory even' though it's undefined-
Stop plagarizin' all my shit
I just made another lane and I done paved that shit
Put a hammer to the game and rearrange that bitch
You need to feel a little pain so you can tame that shit

When we fall for shit, we fall hard for it
Caution to the wind and I'm off again
Bargain bin sale for the Band-Aids
Better buy bulk cuz' I'll rip skin off again
No doubt, never stop with the scrapes and skids
Feels like I just been raking in shit
This ain't money and it sure ain't fun
And it feels like I been bathing in piss
No golden shower this the hour
We stand up tall like a fuckin' tower
And get so hard these fuckers back down
None of us even had to pop Cialis
Take 2 sips from the pimpin' chalice
Wonderland sans that trip with Alice
Walkin' hard so my feet get calloused
More pain than pleasure but we'll find a balance
I'll tip my cap to those people that
Can put 25 different things on their back
And still toe the line and keep on track
Disciplined passion hate on that
No white towels, have to wait on that
Stronger than them put some weight on that
And I'll never get rusty but if I do
I have pabs help me go and throw some paint on that

[Hook]

Board games and mortar paste
My mind's more cluttered than a hoarder's basement
I'm about to clean house, figure out how to go about
Selling these mind erasers
Time is wasted when I am wasted
But I keep thinkin' bout the time and place
When I get to go grind and sip mai thais
All at the same time and avoid the shakes
Find the pace, shake the hate
I'm a dirty guerilla no bathing ape
Keep your style I'll abuse all the substance
Bath in wine- while you squash the grapes
I'm draped up and dripped out
My verses get shit out
I write so fast, that the ink can't dry
My keyboard's my friend now
And fuck yeah I been down- but now I'm gon' stand up
The Blackhawks may have won, but P town knows what's up
I'm in the B but I'm from the P
And I'm workin' on repping that DMV
Don't bother lookin' for me on your TV
They want the free, but don't love the speech

[Hook]

Hampden Parks


Yeah some days, I feel unphased
Like when I'm with my friends with a cup raised
But come monday, I got a gun raised
Suicidal do or die until hump day
Then I go right back at it like an automatic
More drinks, more songs, more beats to rap to
Need a shrink, I'm gone more time keeps passing
No watch no thoughts at all just a hat
New era, rep my P's and those O's
Need a phillies with the orange and black to feel home
From citizens bank back to camden yards
Its the tale of two cities and TRUST we go HARD
Trust we go HARD
Yes we go HARD
You said we go HARD?
I said we go HARD
Rockin' my bob cousey's
Stockin' UP on the looseleaf
The lyrics come easy but the life is a dousy
And yes I'm choosy and no I don't settle
But I still take pop-off over that kettle
Cuz' im talkin bigger picture
And yes I'm gonna hitcha
With that -
No shittin'
Speak- When necessary no I never been a loud mouth
Introvert but I insert a few wow- outs
No nick cannon- david banner when I pow-wow
Hennessy but hold the hip I'm bout to have a brown out
Clowns runnin' round with the make up on they face
To that I'm astringent - I been this way
New bars, new beats, yeah that's me all day
New cars, new freaks, no you keep that mayne
I'm a business man, and a business- MAN
Obstacles made me who I am
Let loose, no truce, my boots come off
Once black paisley has made my- families fortune
With a corner office and the greener pastures
Sip cheap liquor till' I'm leaning backwards
Grip this dream you can see my passion
Rep my city no beef with asher
Blue bell, ambler help me write the chapters
I'll be home soon and we'll toast the asti
Sip ME-Mosas till me no, no my name
E-V-A oh shit I'm gone ag-AIN
Back to the mansion and yes I'm home ag-ain
Rockin' in hampden and yes you know the name
Young english, black paisley, irishtoothache
Who they be, who they be, who they be, who they be
They be US
Poor english, screwed up semantics
I am talking real shit speak my language
Celebrate the blemishes
Throw away the tenative
I be on some other shit so go and tell the other kids

The In Between


I think I'm bout to make a dance song
I been up on my introspective shit too damn long
And I just wanna' get it in, with my friends
And watch the girls ride the subs
Cuz' their boys are just treble
But the bass can make them come
And it's looking like a power hour, freestyle session
In the cipher with my sidecup
Pabs found some resin
So we bout to blow this thing up
Highness beckons
And we answer to the call, don't stall you're next So
Go twaster, go faster
Why the fuck you think I'm rockin' my astors
I'm strapped up for the movement
So when they slow down I just chuck the deuces
Get loose with the tall boy cans
No pause, I'm a tall boy man
Just cause you're the ball boy
Ain't no reason to beef with the tall boy fans
They are good people just relieving some stress
And we kicking here as equals hope your beef is in gest
Cuz' if it isn't I'm a pacifist on paper
But by nature I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Now aren't we just the greatest?

[Hook X2:]
Alive til' we die...
But we're living so we grind to get high
Enjoy the in between
Cuz' time passes by
And you can't get it back
So why live a lie
Just do your thing cuz' we're

Abusing 808's till they put the hate away
I'll be sipping on my starburst until I fade away
shit ain't funny david spade
Cuz' we're living for today
And tomorrow we'll go harder and charter a fucking plane
Till... we flier than the rest of them
Keep your fuckin' dexatrim
We get our weight up
No biggest losers cuz' we keep besting them
Cardiac arrest, half ton teen trippin'
Off of fumes from the jazzer breath
The truth is in my spittin'
Whip game is improper but the boppers still salivate
Passively undress me agressively I retaliate
Elevate the celebration
Throw it up for no occassion
Just one sip's like livin' on mars, I'm out this world
Your spaceship's late
So, pip, pip, pip, cheerio my friend
I lose myself to inkless pens
My thoughts and dreams and sovereignty
Are things that make me think again
So when you play the game, and you're trying your best
Just know we only play to win and we murdered the refs

The Grey


Go hard like hammer did (I will?)
I'm with those hammerheads (I am?)
I'm swimming with those sharks (You are?)
And they ain't getting fed (They ain't?)
Shout out to - shout out to -
No one you idiots I did this by my fucking self!
All caps, all caps, no raps, all track
D-I-Y 'till I D-I-E
No bullshit, I boss tracks, I boss tracks, kielbasa
That's that shit I'm on for
I'm all in, feel awesome, so bang bang, we mashed up

[Hook x2:]
I'm a Two Tone Rebel with my hand up to the sky
Got a 40 in my hand I pour some out for those who die
Grey suit pants, never on fire
If I said then I meant it and I might just start a riot

I'm feeling good, I'm feeling I could kill a wolf dead
300 put me in that fucking wolf den
2 minutes come out with that fucking wolf head
And I ain't even tripping you should hear just what that wolf said
Liam Neeson when it comes to getting grey though
Fuck a formula, I signed a fucking [?]
Took a breath and now I'm backing, yeah I stand up
Never fall again, never tripping off a pair
Sick of running on "E", sick of running on empty
I fill my cup, it's never luck when you can put in the work
Bring the preacher to preach, shit I'll listen to stories
I find myself in different words but when I come back to Earth…

[Hook x2]

So come and see me about a beat
I charge by the snare, Air horns come free
Pocket full of dank, fuck saving that Keef
No Sosa, no guns, no murder, just peace

I'm feeling good, I'm feeling I could kill a wolf dead
300 put me in that fucking wolf den
2 minutes come out with that fucking wolf head
And I ain't even tripping you should hear just what that wolf said

[Hook x4]

The Dude


With a hand in my pocket, my jambox is knockin'
Sixteen spitter, no quitter, I'm locked in
Get away with murder, you're Cochran
Who plays OJ? I call not him
Not lifeless - biteless, no cockin'
White verse is twisted like Top Spin
Hope for the best, prep for that pop shit
I'm unconscious, you're just mindless
I'm mindful, rhyming on time
It's appropriate when I yield to that dime
I'm fine, she's fine, chug two beer steins
Coitus sounds neat, leave clothes behind
So nuts, my fresh is jammed up, bandana collection is straight up, ugh!
I'm sick, I spit the bird flu
Introduction time, you wanna meet this dude?

[Hook:]
Who are you? (What?)
I'm the dude! (Who?)
I'm the dude (What?)
I'm a dude (Yeah?)
I'm the dude home breezy, I spit it 'til it's lights out, if you feel the same, say it right now
Who are you? (What?)
I'm the dude! (Who?)
I'm the dude (What?)
I'm a dude (Yeah?)
I'm the dude little lady, and I could be your dude
If you feel the same, then you're cool

My bread's not sweet, I believe it's not butter
But who the fuck cares, compared to no other
Your shutter speed's slow, no flow, just stutters
Put yourself next to me, I'm Scatman Crothers
Bee-ba-doo-dop, call Sally Struthers
You need a new job, you've blown you cover
I'm after the thighs like Suzanne Somers
To the point where the ladies try to break my rubbers, what?
That unfortunate, my spit keeps burning, I'm scorching it
This beat's had enough, yep, I tortured it
About to go numb, that darn morphine drip
Old school, my game got no rules
Some food for thought, I got brain and whole foods
Pro tools is how I pay dues
Stay away from fakes, I don't drink the O'Douls

[Hook]

These brand new cats with these real cool beats
Synthesize bass lines 'til they sound real mean
I ain't hating homeboy, I can move my feet
All I'm saying is I was chopping samples at sixteen
With my Doctor sample, my 3-0-3
Trust me, it didn't sound nothing like 3Oh!3
Became a spitter when I couldn't find an MC
Now I do it all, go hard, two cribs, no renting

[Hook]

Hard Bargain


The danger sets in just above the vest
Below the hairline, and above the neck
Thoughts get tangled, you look for angles
While the pressure builds up inside your chest
No rest for the ones who are not complacent
Push aside all the other ones who hate it
Robot cynacism, nerves of steel
And that's how you separate yourself from the rest

Throw up the fractions and analytics
The pie gets chopped up by the cynics
With a dumbed down trend you can reach the masses
Get massive attention without the spinach
Talk shit on the machine when it behooves you to
Make sure its real easy to google you
Open yourself up like a can of worms
Now your whole world's spinning like a hula hoop
Used to think that you were the last bastion of hope
Like a pastor thinking his last passage was dope
But then you figure out that the same guy with his hand out
Has also got the mask and the rope
And now you're fucked up cuz' the hope inside
Just left and you feel like you been excorsized
And you finally realize that the ghost inside
Was the one little thing keeping you in hiding

Drive a hard bargain, never get stalled
If you want it less than you'll never have to say pardon
Rockin' them jawdens, take flight never look back
And they'll never have to ask who's all in
Keep your flaws in, you can write the small print
Fuck a lease you know why you bought it
Keep on roarin' heart of a lion
And you stay away from sirens while the rest get lured in

Rather be rapping over beatles tracks
You're still in the hay while I just build upon my needle stack

I'm the heart of the bargain
I want it less so you better not start it

She sold her love to a modern man
Cause solid currency's the hardest to love
All other modern hels you cover your eye
Don't let the lady finger blow in your hat
Di-da

Feel like a daughter
She's like a star tonight
Without warning
She gave up
The ghost inside

Just like a whiskey bottle drained on the floor
She got no future, just a love to endure
This gives some matter to shaking her hide
'Too late to leave him' are the songs in her car
Di-di-da

Feel like a daughter
She's like a star tonight
Without warning
She gave up
The ghost inside

They call it chivalry
Never pull a punch for free
You ever wonder why it had to move on
This phony article
That put you on the floor
A double standard
You envoke when you want

Feel like a daughter
She's like a star tonight
Without warning
She gave up
The ghost inside

Was it all for show?
To turn into all of them
Turning a page
Trust me darlin'
I'm carving 'em up through the dust in your town
Crawling over rubble just to sound me out
Tend to wonder why?

Taking My Time


[Hook:]
Well I'm takin' my time
I'm just movin' along
You'll forget about me after I've been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more

They wanna rush in, and cause a stampede
No handles, flyin' like a banshee
They use cheat codes, but we don't cheat though
No cliff notes homie we don't need those

Well I'm takin' my time
I'm just movin' along
Well I'm takin' my time
I'm just movin' along
Well I'm takin' my time
I'm just movin' along
Well I'm-

Come on - Come on - Come on - Come on and just
Take the high road, I'm trying to fly though
Wanna touch the sky, but still lie low
Never watered down even with the hydro
Vaporize the hate so I don't have to keep my eyes low
Hit Oslo, get it in in Norway
Cleanse palates with a callous man's sorbet
Doorways open up - yup more cake
Soon enough the sweet turns sour more court dates
We burn it down though - and just live it up
It sucks ass when they ask about a living trust
I don't have one, cuz' I don't have shit
And when I do I'm probably gonna just stash it
It takes time for the interest to make cents
It makes sense for the linguists to invest
I've been blessed with a brain and some rhythm
Those hares too square I'm the tortoise and I'll win it - come on

[Hook]

Get on the plane but
No carry on's but we carry hope
No politics but- y'all should prolly vote
Don't involve me I live for the stereo
Right side, left side, middle path adios
No label when you living independent
Rent is too damn high for my pension
Like the lottery the way it just rubs off
Opposite of Jimmy McMillan I take the gloves off
And take some cheap shots, fighting for the beat box
I'm throwing down harder than the dude who beat Brock
I'm more able though, but still murderous
On the beat at least I'm bleeding the encouragement
Living like a rebel all intents and purposes
Practically a rapper whose broke but still virtuous
At least I hope so, y'all can be the judge of that
I know you're on a special team so just run it back

[Hook]

Down


Because we can all cheese, and we can all wild
And when you see Davis, tell him I'm Miles
Cuz' we can play cool, and we can play loud
And even if you're geeked up leaning stay down
Cuz' we live on that
Ground, ground, we stay down
Even in the clouds you know we stay down
Yeah we gon' trip, trip, yeah we gon' clown
But when you need back up, you know who's down

We be standing up tall for balloons and parades
The shoulders of giants pursuits and persuasions
The long path of the greats wasn't paved
But we loyal to the soil that we moved for the graves
And we digging in- yeah we down for the cause
And the calls from the friends who were down from before
We step back looking at the messed that we caused
Hoping that they know you'll be down when it's on
As the plot thickens... that timepiece glistens
As it mocks every glance like a chance went missing
That milkbox mission with that milquetoast motherfucker
He prolly trippin' over grace at his last supper
The stammer the stutter we Geoffrey Rush
We index cards as we work that clutch
We carpe diem but it's never enough
Little Caesars runnin' wild who delivers the trust
Everybody to the totem pole, and draw straws
They all the same length so toast and don't stall
New past, new future, sutures don't fail us
Trust tree strength deep roots and no ailments
Flailing arms and careless days behind us
Forward steps the next we let define us
Let the trumpets blare and live it up
Cuz' you know we always down and we never givin' up

Down like electric grids after the storm hits
Down like investments is in all our school kids
Down like your brain cell count after the cool whips
Down for the dumb shit- even, though it's foolish
Tryna find a bottle with a bottom get a message out
Taking off the blinders, ray charles do the mess around
- pink slime for the mind get a better cow
We can ground beef cuz' that peace got a better sound
But I ain't trippin' like a hippie sippin' cough surp
I'm just sick of seeing cellars with the mossberg
Half cocked, unlocked, better knock first
Second amendments just get a second til we bratwurst
Complicated handshakes for the mock birds
Mimicked by the cynics keep it simple til' we drop a verse
Dense enough to put a lil' dent inside of momma earth
But we ain't tryna hurt, we got alot of work
I'm tryna fill a void, I'm tryna plug a gap
And I ain't talkin' bout some graphic tee's or chino slacks
So let em' lean on that, just like the mannequin
A friendly face someone that they can share the panic with
So take a deep breath, and let it all out
That new soul is something they could never call out
We all down like a bank full of stick up kids
Chicken nugget luggage sweet n' sour through the bitterness

Space River


[Verse 1:]
They going all in, they got spurs out
Like they doing something that we ain't heard about
Well we heard about it and its been done
We what's happening, you're just just re-run
So get a new schtick and get a q-tip
I'm pretty sure that you're gonna wanna hear this
I'm talking bout going HAM they Sam I Am
They doc seuss to my hemingway change of plans
They just oggle we write novels
They just flash pans we wear goggles
Then when the flame burns out they grovel
Tryna find a spot on the motherfucking roster
But we grip up our big pictures
I'm not bending don't play twister
I thought leadership was my mistress
Now she's posting all my twit pics and she says

[Verse 2:]
I'll make that motherfucker UNCE UNCE
Leave yall fuckin' punch drunk
Shake your head til' you forget
Just where you fucking come from
Where you buy or where you rent it
If you paid or still indebted
Fuck the money fuck the credit
This is why we get together
Chop a beat to techno still wreck it
Jop your feet till you feel invested
Cop a feel on your freak, put phone on vibrate
Place strategic... text it
Spandex looks quite impressive
Whale tail leaves no one guessing
That's not you shorty but you did a really good impression

[Verse 3 - Peter Muth:]
They put the past in the present
And the present in the past tense
Say the same thing and they only change the accent
Black holes where we headed till we pass this
Only open eyes when they finally close the casket
Stay gone... tripping off the alarm
Tryna fight your way back... cuz' you finally found home
One thought changed the meaning and the reason
Now your breath has got a purpose and you know you're gonna need it

Hip-Hop Is Good


Rip off the plastic, unpackage the madness
Try to figure out what happened with rappin'
People clap gats over words and beats
Rap music isn't art anymore its just beef
I'mma go vegetarian, keep my nose clean
Get our protein from powder, feed my whole team
Let the beef settle in and when atrition gets reached
I'll swing for the fences, steal the damn ring
Like a veteran, hoppin' on the pedestal
I am so ready to, do what melle mel would do
Be the opposite of a flash
I'm not running the dash
Motherfucker this is marathon and I'm gonna last
Call me Pheidippidies, I am so sick of these
No spittin' pre-written freestyle emcees
See- if you ever catch me on the street
And you wanna battle battle this is what I'm gonna teach
Speech is my shit, and beats are my bitch
Fisher price with the mic I was beating my fist
So check on my dues and see if their paid
Chris wallace with the knowledge hip-hops my forte
And you have just entered a session of tension
Hip-hop is my therapy, it's a blessing
...it's how I keep my screw tight
And you better pray to something that I keep that shit screwed right

[Hook x2:]
Hip-hop is good, I'll 2Pac your hood
Please thank the people who invented the mic (staggered)
16 spitter, no quitter I go hard
Power from my people we're lethal, trust no god

Bail out for nobody, my water is so muddy
The faces they make the flow is so ugly
How's he gonna two face us, act one way in the workplace
Then reverse the tape
Instrumental to my bee eye, you look knee high to my persona homey
You don't know shit about me, keep them ears puckered
Till your cochlear's pokin' ya out them chuckers
Cuz' I'm off it, toss shit, off my back
If I need it, pack it in my napsack
Throw a label call it backpack rap
Rip it off me, awfully fast then smack
Consciencious- no just densely packed
With a sentence I invent new rap
Call it new new, doo doo
Call it fuckin' poo poo
Just know I got a symphony just like the effing juice crew
And I killed the conductor and stole that wand
But I don't need a dumbass wand!
All I need is this voicebox and these beats
To keep the sanity while we crumble beneath
The edges hold tight to the thread that bred you
Cuz' in the end you don't know just where you head to
All I know is I keep asking my friends
To bury this g with some beats and some headphones

[Hook x2]