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Intro & Big League Chew
02:11
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i'm on that big league chew while ya'll just barely jaw
wanna beef? (ha!) i'd make stew, but you look too weaksauce for even broth
leave 'em speedin' off, steamin' like a hot potato;
practice! practice! practice! is how you spit my way though...
yeah, i'll divulge my secrets, got a nice lead thanks to the head start
and between me and you and everybody else in the universe? you obviously lack the heart
it'd take to match my pace, let alone start catchin' up, kid
so i'd say stayin' outta my lane is what you lames should be trying to fuck with...
i'm hyperbolic. i get hyphy, i'm hype when i grab a mic and wish i was more brolic:
(though i doubt it'd keep them hos callin')
i'm known for awkward sweet nothings, lewd pictures texts,
and an unabashed hip-hop honesty that's fairly prone to move necks...
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so fuck them "who's next?" funky bumpkin's here
for frosty Grain Belts with women even colder than the beer
b-b-b-bolder by the minute; uh-uh older by the year
but the chip on my shoulder? it ain't goin' nowhere... (yeah!)
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Excuse My Manners
01:35
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if you would please... excuse my motherfuckin' manners?
i'll just ride another dope-ass track with an eccentric dialect and vulgar grammar
so prepare your oohs and ahs, though comin' from you? i may lose it brah,
and laugh in your stupid-ass face, i remember when lance was younger? all you had was hate
and guess what? i still got the angst installed while all ya'll nut-huggin' fakes
rode from fad to fad while i stayed true and did my own damn thing
so now that my phone's gonna ring off the hook, you think you gonna catch me shook?
let me know how that works out bro; i'm busy stealin' queens and pawnin' rooks.
ain't playin' chess, but they sayin' "yes" while i testin' all the lames who check
to see if their name's on my tongue, but ain't really where i'm from, more like a maniac
some TALK TALK TALK, but when i want somethin? i'm done rappin'
ain't shit gonna come out my mouth 'bout it, it's just gonna happen
so yes, remember it forever, the look in my eyes
if you try to wedge yourself between me and my dreams, they reside in the sky
which is to say? aimin' high; i'ma name my ride after my dame at the time
i was inspired to go get it and leave my hang-ups behind (yeaaaaah)
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Lulz
01:53
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all i see is emcees with heads empty, evidently, 'cuz they continue to tempt me
gonna get a motherfucker flowin' then probably resent the immense set of skills i'm showin'
the way it's goin? just be glad all i'm throwin' is this vernacular up against your domes
'cause twenty-four-seven i'm revin' my engine and hopin' ya'll lame ass cats wanna go
iggy pop has a lust for life, you have a lust for vice, i have a lust for bustin' these nice
flows over beats that'll carry them generously, and in all probability entice
with showcased ability? what amounts to my fill of these phillies openin' mouths;
and if it ain't so? i'll grab a kangol and cane, let a dame know she done fucked up now
jimmy hart was the mouth of the south, i'm the norse of the north who's prepared to air out
these dorks who endorse lame shit ad nauseum, got 'em scared for their safety, pow!
and OH! you think you gonna race me now? well keep pace, you lil' wannabe basic clowns
show face but ain't really comin' at it like this, so keep your distance, i'm in it for makin' pounds
and dubloons; i'ma soon come through goin' "ZOOM ZOOM!" but not a mazda
call me nelson muntz 'cuz i'm hellspawn munchin' your hopes and goin' "ha-ha!"
the floor is now hot lava, so i implore you: only flow proper
and you can try to do what i do how i do it, but they'll all call you an imposter
it's all 701 on the roster, while your crew looks copypasta
and it's true: our granite chins stand the winds, yours looks much softer
so get it hype if it's like that: mean-mugs ain't really mean shit to either side
one more inch and my bark turns bite, then your lil' buddies go run and hide
number one when i slide into buns like a hot dog: wooh! more funds when i pop off
true; stunt frugal, the dude with an eye for cruisin' through to
somethin' just brutal, from lyrics to kicks to fits of oodles
of attitude about you wannabe badder dudes whose actions are so futile...
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5. |
I Used To See You
02:14
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6. |
Breathe Deep
01:57
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this is for the times in life when you can't see the light
this is for the moments when you're close to givin' up and meanin' it this time
the lost souls just hopin' to wander home
and the broken spirits who'll never hear it, only feel it in their bones
for the lonely lovers, the never-kissed, never-hugged ones
the always-stay-belowers, the never-been-abovers
the misguided human beings who think they can't affect change
the outcasts, the bastards, anybody feelin' hunger pangs
there's been some times in my life when i'm like "journal entry:
can't take this anymore, it hurts too much, feel too empty.
i wish that i was handsome, i wish that i was smart.
i wish i had some answers when i got lost in the dark.
some money i get to keep would be nice, but prices keep rising
so every day it feels slightly harder to stay surviving
and hey journal, don't get me started on this broken heart
tried mending it so many times it's more stitchwork than body part."
then i breathe deep, think of all the beautiful places i've seen,
beautiful faces i've seen, beautiful memories that i keep
of the apexes i've reached, the cool people i've met who've helped me,
the people i've helped and felt rad, and all the awesome friends i've had and have around me
the handful of nights when life actually went pretty nice
the feeling of an adoring woman in your arms, or laying by your side
the joy of summer sun and the flavor of a cold one
cracked open with some close friends 'round a bonfire at four in the mornin
the smell of spring rain, the sound of your favorite song playin'
those sunrises and sunsets when mother nature's palette is amazin'
your best friend's ringtone, knowin' a lover's gaze
and i mean honestly, there's like a million other ways
to stay strong and remember that it's possible to hang on;
can't become who you're supposed to be overnight, and yes, it might be hard
not to stray sometimes, but if you slip up? you can find your way again:
listen to your heart, even a broken one can take you where you're meant...
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7. |
Summer Night Bummer
01:31
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8. |
It Ain't Over
03:41
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Lance Deep
punk rock and hip-hop have had a few fuck-up children of varying ages, and i might be one of the oldest to act this young.
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