Tema: E-Dubble - Tekstovi Pesama

In The Bag


[Hook x2:]
A'yo. It's in the bag. Look, it's in the bag
Open up and peep what I brought back
Nothing but the dopest shit. Straight filled
To the brim. Just peep what's in my napsack

I make something out of nothing. Call me Jesus
A tall proud heretic, damn behemoth
And I stand in these jeans with creases
Don't blame me; blame the god-damn Levi's genius
These 501s are the uniform
Keep me mythically invisible - a unicorn
Nope you can't see me chilling on the deans list
With the A.P. classes. Y'all still C.P
To college preps I'm a graduate
Put my diploma on a t-shirt to laugh a bit
Bachelors in rap tactics. I mastered it
Put on my seat belt and I fastened it
Cause I ride that beat like a fucking big wheel
Big deal. I throw back like a [?]
Spinning all around like a fucking wind mill
I'm conscious of the sickness. I know I've been ill

[Hook x2]

I'm no backpacker. More like a carpet bagger
Peel off new constituents. Peep my swagger
And I'm not talking Old Spice. This is my right
To passage. Wreck mics till they call me average
Meal ticket gets ripped and often [?]
But I promise that day will never come to pass
I can run too fast, and my pace is awkward
You're a great white hommie? We're a pack of dolphins
Stay tight nit like an emo sweater
Don't need no beef. E' knows better
Don't need your hype. Just need the mic
Beefing with you is like riding on a seatless bike
It's useless. My true fans boost my music
So when you see me out just chuck the duces
When you drink a jazzer, go dumb, you doofus
Till the line gets blurred and your dreams are lucid

[Hook x2]

Yeah
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Okay they're rhinestones, but they look cool
I am more fresh than Paul Simon
I am so bent, yet I'm rhyming
Freestyling to any beat that comes on
Daft punk, James Brown. I don't give a fuck
White boss speaks proper. Spit so fly
Been waiting to talk shit since Ready To Die
Since Ready To Die, I've been ready to fly
Uncle Crips spits slick so I mimic the guy
And I'm a Wallace myself, so I polish the ???
Chasing the dream, so it seems that I follow the wealth
Yeah I diminish my health, but the vices keep me writing
Drunk verses shock me, so I call my pen lightning
Yack. Yes the lyrics get frightening
Freddy Kruger letter head. Never sleep lightly

[Hook x2]

Running With Blades


[Hook:]
No razor blade under the tongue
No noose tied round my neck
I tied a shoestring to that knife
And prayed one day I would feel that threat
But that day just would not come-
So I put the knife on that shelf
I had become what I feared the most
Looking in the mirror I don't see myself

It's grayscales, recongnition is permissive
And right now it seems that I don't really have permission
I tied my hands by myself with my mouth
Now I'm bound by my words and
And they bound to come out
Top down's not an issue
I don't have a whip, cept' the one I beat myself with
Puglistic fit
Nuts enough to go Kliscko. 85 and 0
Tryna ohh, potato vodka's a no, no, so
I try to keep it one hunid sitting in the burbs
Where nobody recognizes me, lacking on the herb
So replace it with another vice
Legal kind this time, enough to kill a horse off
Warsaw type crime
Embellish til' I'm Belly up, absent tee problems
I've been fighting with myself for 10 years to try and solve them
82 to 2012 build up to the grandiose
They think I'm a replicant, wait until the overdose
Of overeducated, never hesitated extroverts
Public servants serving the public that's just a fucking joke
4 years can't start a revolution
So fuck a presidential election let's let em' boo em'
Til' the PAC funds dry up, Cold Bears rise up
Christie when I bully shit, Obama when I wise up
My trigger fingers for the varmints when I'm feeling gully
The bigger picture still can linger but it's getting blurry

[Hook]

Lonestar state, ready for whatever fightin' pennsatucky luck
I'll trade a bullet for a sweater
...never hate, cuz' my cheeks stay turnt
Even though I been burnt keep the swagger on learnt
on my own two feet... I cut these teeth
I get aggy I get sad, I get happy I eat beef
Dodge chickens... respect and love women
At the bottom of the barrel the pharoh is not living
Not blessed by no fraud, but blessed to stay hard
Knock off any chest that's pressed to bogart
No flexing, no jawing, chuck bark don't start
Put the SNL cast on blast when I star
musical guest, and comical host
Cue cards are not cute, the drugs dope
But not mine... this script is unkind
So passionately natural with buds of my kind
I smoke that new hope, turn that next page
I'll blaze on the day when I feel we're all paid
reperations for those that can't say it
Philip k. dick dickens for those who hate hate
I love who love's love, the next day will come
Pray to your god, I pray to that sun, in that way I'm frayed no star and no funds
The kool aid is done, who stays and who run's

[Hook]

Jambox


Well- my- vocal chords are a bit strained from- singing soprano- AND
Making it SKRAIN
Scratch that, nix that that's insane, I never go to strip clubs they're too plain
Boring like mormons, chillin' in the UTAH rather not pay a chick to like this goofball
Rather find a lady, who likes her dudes tall, loves hip-hop and got back like Ru-Paul
Not that one
I'm talkin' bout the one from round my way, it's spelled a lil' different but it sounds the same
And you can talk shit but that would be ashame cuz' I could serve you up like ham and eggs
Hollandaise and english muffin's, ca ll you benedict arnold when you get to huffin'
Cuz' you left your crew lookin' like some artic puffin's, with their chests stuck out can't speak or nothin'
Enough of that dumb shit, I'm on my juice and gin, I got my cup and I just chipped in
Tip a cup to the sky and toast my jambox
Cuz' we all got an urge to get jammed up

80's babies, join me in celebration
No exclusions, excuses or genres to shun
We're inclusive, elusive but still remain one
And I'mma do my damn best to make sure you have fun
With a mic and beat we get hype on our feet
Dance all you want fuck what's gangster or chic
I got a mean pop-lock and I love to perform
Sweat out the details on the damm dance floor
Cold blooded, low budget but we still get flooded
Rail drinkers, non -thinkers but we seem star studded
This life just ain't enough so we keep on dreamin'
My thoughts and my people are the things that I believe in
No- god, no prob find me looking for a job
Stop prayin' on the day when they called the lynch mob
Huh' what you know about a dude from the burbs
Put it down harder than your favorite hip-hop nerd
Little friendly competition for the people that be wishin'
For a battle emcee I freestyle in my kitchen
And walt's inn when the mics are free I might be
Spittin' sixteen's with mister salvador denali
Straight wowin' foul shit apologize now
For some shit I'll say later cuz' I'm on the rebound
So kid sister if you're listening, dump A-Trak
He's too short for you and I'm the dude that you should smash

It was the days of cassette tapes and SK-8's
The casio keyboard with the sampler my faith was shaped
Aethesist as shit, and when you get me in the booth
Give me five good minutes convince ya' god is a fluke
And sinners are cool, winners are too, but life's alot more fun
When sometimes you don't follow the rules
When you a lil' tike, fisher price, farting in the mic
For a kick drum like, that "toot, toot's" tight
I been nice for minutes, but now I'm ready to kick it
My shell's been broken, look at those empty cans of spinach
I'm popeye, you not fly and even if you were it wouldn't matter
You're white noise, just another herb
So many blurs in my vision they're starting to seem artistic
Colors mixing together, ink falling off of my shit list
People starting to get it, words starting to spread it's
Miraculous apparently rap ain't dead
Gotta laugh when I hear that phrase uttered
Cuz it's utterly retarded to think hip-hop was dearly departed
It merely didn't show up on the Billboard charts in 2007
And to me, that was a blessing it gave these independent acts
A chance to shine, and let these mainstream rappers start clothing lines
Diversify, and hope to god that their ugly ass jeans hit bargain bins, nationwide
And with that being said, respect, it's all love, hip-hop finally fell off
Now back to square one like...

Reset


When the bell tolls and the chunker sings you would probably think that it's over...
But the bell tolled and the chunker sang, and we dumped the pig in the ocean...
Cuz we-
LIVE LIFE, do it til' we dead
Runnin' out of lives so we hit the Reset like...
Dark thoughts, Grey Skies...
Hit a little button everything will be alright like...

With the games that we play and the buttons that we press
We be moving just to level up, never impressed
With the past win column or the days we got em'
What you done for me lately is the phrase they follow
But hey- reminisce- ignorance is never bliss
Neither's leaning on achievement's we ain't' seen in a minute
So go- pat backs, high fives, dap daps
Find a balance with your ego cuz' that needle gon' scratch
Cuz' hey- every party stops, even if the party rocked
Leaving Hans Solo on the quest for the bodyrock
- no biggie but I'm fiendin' for the private stock
Red and black lumberjack blunts getting fired up
Til' we tired out, liquor store dried out
- we thought we hit a homerun but we lined out
We chalk it up to the glitches in the system
I be hitting reset just to freshen up the pixels

Batteries included, exclusions don't apply
So we power up the movement like a mushroom from the sky
- get a life, wish it were that easy
Disbelief is just a symptom so suspend it like Luigi
- and hey keep your shirt on you'll get some better service then
Unless you're lawless or you're lucy with a better set
- we in the future with the truth to help us settle bets
Hindsight's nothing with a black swan temperment
Two tone living in the valley of the grayscale
Absolutes refuted from illusions in the payscale
We playing catch-up with a bottle full of dayquil
And that don't cut the mustard for the people tryna pay bills
- I'll find a clear head somewhere in this vortex
- I know there's something going on up in that forehead
- that chicken coop is stupid crowded with the force fed
- angry bird button pushing rush in for endorphins

Karaoke Night


[Hook:]
Whats up girl, how are things
Its karaoke night so you got to sing
I'll go first, take your time
Hungry like the wolf when the crowd is mine
4 more shots, now you're good
Singing attitude like I know you would
Spill your drink, thats just fine
Cause we're singing karaoke in the summer time

I grip that mic, but never when I'm sober
Feel'in like a rich man that never drove a rover
Thats ok cause I never need a whip
When the bar is the only place I ever have to get
So lets get comfy, lets get friendly
I love the way you dress like a nerd thats trendy
Just like me cause I do the same thing and I wear the same jeans but I never feel plain
So put that drink down, we gotta dance now
Olivia Newton has got me in a trance now
I throw back brain washed as a little guy
12 jackin gingers now I'm just a little high
Feel good when I'm movin them feetskies
You look great as you shake to the beatskie
DJ please play another jam, and mix it right so I don't stop dancing

[Hook]

I'm on that ray Charles go hard type shit
Look at me [?] ya I got perfect pitch
Not really but the booze is my auto tune
[?] then I caught a few
Rock that mic, got so hype
With the backup dancers walking the moon like Mike
Ya, no drinks on my tab, let the [?] buy those
My credit is quite bad
Ya, but I'll still tip you're pants off
Yup, now lets get those pants off (what)
My room is a dance hall, and I'm the selected peeped the damn dance song
Ya, top hats and silk scarfs, we got no money but fuck it we live large
We got no money but fuck it we still stars

[Hook]

The illest kid with the cordless
Flippin 80's hits in the mix is gorgeous
2010 cool hurt can't ignore it
Shits enormeous
Nobody wanna follow me so they forfeit
And Evan's, watlzin
Look at us get it in
We take a shitting bar and make it dope like heroin
[?] for poor sales yah we the medicine
On a better crowd then we are the veterans
[?] into Hampden [?]
Put the ll on ill rock the bells boy (eugh)
I'm a monster like hell boy, squads on my back so relax the deltoid
Keep pullin the old strings, you were playin the wall you're girl bought me my drink
She likes the way I sing
And we about to dip out so you better not blink

[Hook]

Plan A


Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was right
Maybe obey. Maybe don't sprite
Maybe don't hate on some shit you never knew about
All these mother-fuckers in the gutter took the sewer route
I'm tryina speak truth. I'm tryina get through
All the while still find time to get loose
All the while still tryina make my way to Idlewild
Green grass. Thick milfs smoking. Call em pot-o-files
I be fucking bars up. Especially when I'm charged up
Backseat blogging. Big body on the charger
Two tone rebel, like some level headed armor
Fucking up some destiny. Indebted to the karma
I can peddle backwards. I don't rock a fixed gear
I don't need to pump breaks. I just stay in sixth gear.
Yeah
Cold chilling. Winning. Some losses
If you never took an "L", then you'll never be a boss
Fuck plan B
We got plan A
And hell yeah I be going for it all day
They concede. We conceive. Let the band play
Only give it up for a seed or my death day
I'm tryina move dreams out. Tryina see the dream house
While they all gassed up we be in the greenhouse
Yeah

[Bridge:]
Cold chilling. Winning. Some losses
If you never took an "L", then you'll never be a boss

[Chorus x2:]
No plan B
We got a plan A
And hell yeah I be going for it all day
Hell yeah I be going for it all day
Hell yeah I be going for it all day

Fool proof mirrors. Lights so bright
That money look good and that song sound nice
And I don't see a reason over feinding for a fight
So I'm playing these cards. Hope I'm playing them right
Right, yeah
But no prob. with it. I just bob with it
Step out thankful. Hell yeah - I got a job in it
Like Black Rob, we oh'd just like woah
With a hand to the sky for shit we don't know
Cause we take our dreams, put them in 3D
Take them out that box. Put them in that street
Let them do that work. Let them all just breathe
Hell yeah I'll be on it, cause them two tones cheat
It's grey scales 'til flat line
'Til I start to like golf and rock derby's while I'm chilling on the back nine
Rocking a Jesus piece that's ironic
Reading Richard Dawkins, sipping tangere and tonic
Like a boss might. I set it off right
That two tone rebel never takes an off night
Paying dues for a minute. Get the cost right
Keep my shit cold. I ain't in it for the frostbite
I'm in it for the green grass. In it for the good times
In it for the plot twists. In it for the story lines
Yeah

[Bridge]

[Chorus x4]

Klitscko


Miracle lyrics even when the beat go dumb, (dumb)
Got me thinking 'bout all my old songs
Old jawns, new flow
20-20 two tone
Hip-Hop Is Good, and I'll take that to my tombstone
Still a Wallace in the afterlife
Music lives on, never gone, no half-life
Imma drop in, like I'm in a half-pipe
Then I'm gonna skate on tracks until they act right
All up in your living room, who's that fucking ghost though?
No comparisons, but B.I.G was how I coped though
All my fuckin' hope shit, let me on this playlist
All of the above, no pigeons, no hate shit
Put me on the radio, let's just see what happens
When a rack of people turn up, and the president is clapping
I ain't talking assassins, I'm talking bout the passion
We got it entrothed, if you want in on any action
You can...

[Hook:]
Two 15s in the trunk (in the trunk)
7 grams all in the blunt (in the blunt)
1 dime piece in the back (in the back)
3 grown rappers when I smash...
18s all on the whip, though
I keep them stock cuz I really don't trip, though
Yo, I swing it like Klitschko
Rolling through your city and I bet your whole clique know

I'm right back in this bitch with a fucking attitude
Spit flames when I'm aggy like Raditude
Nardwuar fame is a game I would rather do
Fuck questions, I don't talk platitudes
I can see the nitty gritty, 4 40s, I'm getting shitty
Big bad cheques ghost writing that Diddy
Gimme that loot like B.I.G, just kidding
Who's kidding? I'm living, no dreams, big visions

Still a Wallace in the afterlife
Still a Wallace in the Afterlife
Music lives on, never gone, no half-life

[Hook]

I hit that reset button
No games with the fame they covet
No lames in my lane stay buzzing
Stay running, stay hungry
My passion; I love it
Uh
So I stay all up on my business
Type away, never play about my business
So maybe stay up out my business
I put it in my music, it's never from a distance

[Hook x3]

Let Me Oh


[Intro]
Ok here we go
Freestyle friday number nine
Now before you jump the gun on anything
This is suppose to be like a house party type of song
Like 2004, so sing along when you can

[Hook:]
That clock keeps tickin' like a metronome
And my thoughts keep tellin' me to get me home
But my balls keep tellin' me to let me OHH
OH - just let me OHH
That clock keeps tickin' like a metronome
And my thoughts keep tellin' me to get me home
But my balls keep tellin' me to let me OHH
OH - just let me OHH
That clock keeps tickin' like a metronome
And my thoughts keep tellin' me to get me home
But my balls keep tellin' me to let me OHH
Fuck all that shit just let me GO

Ohhers and tastemakers, makers no chaser
Gets the blood flowing like a fuckin' pacemaker
Cut the middleman and inhale the vapors
Mad men (ha ha) oh ten don drapers
Cut the jukebox on make sure the woofers blow, blow
We gon' sit here until them heffers go, go
Holler at the tens, then spend a little dough
Not on them, no, they can buy their own drinks (ohhh)
Shake that work week off, 5 days in the bucket
Fuck it, you got a boss who's a jerk who doesn't?
Throw on some wu-tang bring the mothafuckin' ruckus
There is no pretext we are living and we love it
On a budget nevermind, we just nudge it to the side
Give the kids a little time we are living till' we die
We are focused and we hustle but we still be getting high
No exception to the rule do what you do to get by cause

[Hook]

At a house party gettin' jammed up
You are Tony Danza
When they ask whose the fuckin' boss, put your hand up
Never put it down cause you're banging to the anthem
2010 trend put the iPod on random
Wonder why it tried to play this instead of Hanson
Probably cause it gets the people moving like a handgun
Just like the little white fellas up in Hampden
Happy easter from the mothafuckers livin' in the mansion

Yea, freestyle friday number nine
Thanks to Ratatat for letting me steal their beat
It was very kind of them
They're nice guys
Anyway happy easter weekend I guess, I'm about to go up to Philly
I'll tell you why I chose this beat
I was driving around it was really sunny the other day
And it made me feel like it was a sunday morning after church as a little kid
When a my pepper used to buy me and my sister slurpies

[Hook]

Yea, freestyle friday number nine
It is April 2nd, everybody have a great weekend
Go Phills, go Os next week
And if you have time go to reverbnation.com/edubble
Maybe be a fan on my facebook page
Facebook.com/edubhiphop
Thank you guys for listining
And uh what what was the other thing I was going to say?
Damn, this outros are stressful aren't they?
Stressful for you, stressful for me
Stressful for everybody
Anyway, I got I got to go I gotta do my laundry, I'll seeya

Miracle


[Hook:]
I'm a fuckin' miracle, I should be in a museum
People should study my body to figure out what I am
A fuckin' miracle
I had to say it again, give me a pat on the back
You're lucky just being my friend
A fuckin' miracle

I had to write a little song just to get my Kanye on
Cooler than a cold day with the shade drawn
Some days you gotta feel your oats
And when the self esteem is low, really gloat
I really float my tracks are clouds
I'm like a care bear flippin' when I'm spittin' moving packs of crowds
I haven't done it in a minute, but I'm back for good
So excited and delighted that I'm packing wood
Held my tongue for too long
Need some new songs
Middle school rappers back your bag and move on
The summer is gone and hip-hop's alive
I feel envigorated like when big pop arrived
Sloppy rhymes have got me pissed off
Now grown folks are convined hip-hop is this soft
Respect your elders, read a book
Stop thinking speaking English is being shook
I'm hip-hop to death, but I rock so hard that I shock the left
And the right side, same time popping shit
'till my tongue turns brown can't hold my breath

[Hook]

The modern day j. cash all I wear is black
And blue jeans, new things don't compare me to that
No addictions cept for spittin' and comparing the facts
Socratic method when I question why you fallin' for that
Monotheistic, simplistic, thoughts get shifted
Pushed to the back for rhetoric that's uplifting
Sift through the text for some shit that you like
Then trash all the rest cause the left can't be right
I know it's hard, know your god
Ponzi scheme the oppressive new fraud
Depression is a human way to test your will
So you grip upon your bible and ingest that pill
I'd be a hypocrit for shittin' on some substance abuse
Man we love the abuse, mix the vodka with juice
Stay sippin' inhibitions stop grippin' the noose
'till you toe up and throw up from bending the truth
But your keel stays even from the demons that you fight
From your yin to your yang its the reason your right
With a fist in the air, and your ear to the tracks
Keep your eyes open knowing you ain't falling for that

[Hook]

No chips on my shoulder as I get older
But real life keeps telling me to just fold up
And shelve my hope, like my shit's past due
But fuck it I spill ink, let it bleed right through
The paper, clinched teeth 'till the verse is spit
26 years of shit is why I'm merciless on the mic
A clown in real life the strong silent type
That's why I sit back and chill 'till the time is right
And right now, I'm up in this mic booth
With my foot jammed up in an aircast boot
Turn tragedy to triumph, I can't spit it through the wire
But I'll beast a fucking taxi cab and its rolling tires
I hold back to speak when my thoughts are lucid
Tryin' not to get addicted to this oxy bullshit
But shit I've been spittin' real satirically lately
Pat yourself on the back, you're a miracle baby

[Hook]