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I love you guys!
-Psycho

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released May 10, 2011

Psychosiz, Open Mike Eagle and Dumbfoundead are Thirsty Fish
executive produced by Busdriver

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Track Name: Sounds Like Rap
"Sounds Like Rap"

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

They say the sound makes the man
I say
Say again
I don’t copy that
I cut and paste
I’m ALT-Xing all of that
(Boi)
Holla back boy
Don’t be scurred
Just throw a little bit of this right thur
(Shawtie)
Behind yo’ ears
Yo’ neck
Yo’ back
Yo’ hands
Where your eyes can see me riding durty
Fuck the police
Like Chris Brown
Beat a bitch down
Uh... I heard Rhianna got herpes
DANGER!
Watch yourself
Don’t go chasing waterfalls
When it’s hotter broads in the sauna
All day
Guppies tryna’ swim with the big fish
Man I did this in my mom and dad’s garage on Garage Band
And I ain’t even mix it
You ain’t gotta’ mix it right
You just gotta’ remix it tight
Tada!
Uh… Tadow!
How do you like it now?
It needs something
A leather
A white tee
Ze feather
A wifebeat
A message from Spike Lee
A necklace that’s icy
…Better writing

If you can make it sound like
They need to be naked now right
Before they bring down the house lights
We can get laid

If you can make it sound like
A Jamaican style like
Booyaka, shoot’em up boi, who wan’ wat!
We can get weed

If you can make it sound like
An electric sound byte
Like 0_0133t0_-
We’re in the game

If you can make it sound like
Every other rapper I like
And avoid the copyrights then
We can get paid

OPEN MIKE EAGLE VERSE

You guys are so challenging
Dismount your high balance beam
So you can satisfy my album needs
And don’t go down into the sea
Like 5,000 Leagues
That’s far too deep
For my squeamish boundaries
Dumb and Mike had to be on drugs to write Alchemy
On dialysis or mescaline or SMACK IVs
And you guys are obviously not the Black Eyed Peas
So tell Open Mike Eagle it’s pretty annoying when he rhymes and sings
So I guess I shouldn’t then
I apologize
But I would have been more sensitive
Except that I’ve got this wooden skin
I couldn’t blend with the men with the bankrolls
Even with a Kangol
Surrounded by skanks pointing there stank holes
At a mini DV camera mounted atop a maypole
Scaly skin is one day older when taped in HD
I tried to make an escape
But I tangled my bathing ape strings
And sprained my ankle
Painful
And it was shameful
Me and hipster rap
At a perpendicular angle

If you can make it sound like
The fashion crowds wrapped around
Your plaid and brown matching shrouds
We can get clothes

If you can make it sound like
The gangsters is up here
Nigga, fuck yo’ rhyme scheme
We can get hoes

If you can make it sound like
Every other rappin’ rapper out
With a rappity rap rapping style
We can get shows

If you can make it sound like
The same shit they dragging out
But a little more swaggered out
We can get dough

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

I can make it sound like
Rap, jazz, blues, funk, classical, electro, dubstep or punk
What’s next to come
We’re one step above
Music you can bump
Making drunk sex for love
From the flat beds to rap heads
To the nerds with blackheads
Who have dreds
With that said
We can make it sound like rap
And underground and back
Got Califormula stored inside
White powdered packets
Give me a power jack and a mic
A Sour Patch and a Sprite
With DJ Zo on Pro Tools
Tracking me right
Love raps
Bud raps
Gun raps
Rap raps
Been there
Done that
To the OGs who want old raps to come back
To the young cats with one rap they run back
To the rugrats with the potential still untapped
Come rap
No don’t
This promo’s a Dumb track
Just go run laps and become an athlete
Or join a rapper’s entourage and take a backseat
Bitch!
Track Name: Working the Numbers
"Working The Numbers"

Working the numbers ‘til I’m sick

OPEN MIKE EAGLE VERSE

Monday
Tuesday
Oozes off the clock like Dalí’s
Canvases and watch hands freeze
And cease
Stuck like money
In a dead man’s squeeze
As Wednesday’s tick tock
Pace is quickening
With images of digging
On your own self interest
FLASH
So it’s not that bad
The weekend’s coming
And you need that cash
One last chance
Last show of the summer
So you gotta’ get a number
Cause the tickets go fast
The five day work week
Kicking your ass
Friday evening
And you’re finna’ go smash
Buying drinks
To your last nickel-and-a-half
Michelob
Bud
Miller Genuine Draft
Bought your golden ticket
But you ripped it in half
If they call your number
Then you’re gonna’ get mad

Win or lose we’re all in
Win or lose ‘til the end
Win or lose we’re all in
Win or lose ‘til the end

Pay your dollar
Take your ticket
Holler if we say your digits
If we call your name
Just come on stage
And take your place with winners
Do your dance and take your picture
It’s your chance to play
Don’t miss it
Please don’t cast away your ticket
You might throw away your riches

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

This is for that old woman
Working at Olive Garden
Holding a lot of á la cartes
Against her Dolly Partons
Blue collar
Poppin’ children
Home alone
Modern day Macaulay Culkins
Mommy’s all alone
Harassed by nasty pervs
And everyday after work
She plays scratchers worth
Another scratch or worst
Scratching backs
But no one is scratching hers
The fifteenth and the first on calendars
Is all she’s asking for
More tips go to younger Mandy Moore
She sees no grand reward
Like scrambled porn
But one day after buying Big Spin tickets
She bought her way into fame
For fifteen minutes
Three matching numbers
Now this means winning
Became rich
Like those sweet sixteen children
Or Richie Simmons
Sixteen million
In sixteen seconds
Do you get me?
Pimpin’
Punch in and punch out
Something that’s done now
She’s moving on up
To having luncheons at Run’s house
She done bounced
Out of the slums
You dumb dumb
That’s an easy one now
And not some conundrum
Is it something inside us?
The luck of the Irish
Something decided
Shut up
Just go and ride it

Pay your dollar
Take your ticket
Holler if we say your digits
If we call your name
Just come on stage
And take your place with winners
Do your dance and take your picture
It’s your chance to play
Don’t miss it
Please don’t cast away your ticket
You might throw away your riches

Win or lose we’re all in
Win or lose ‘til the end
Win or lose we’re all in
Win or lose ‘til the end

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

I’m just tryna’ get my number called
Like the Wondertwins
Falling outta’ Wonder Woman’s Wonderbra
I wanna’ be the one to awe at
And all that
You ain’t wit it then fall back
I ain’t really tryna’ get up on all that
I’m just tryna’ go hard on these hoes
When the lottery closes
And my numerical’s drawn
No drama
Obama inviting you to the inaugural balls
Prodical laws
Hotter than lava
Water from tropical falls
Tell Michelle
I’m outta’ my drawls
Like
Jackpot
You just won the nation one debate at a time
Redundant statements
Pundits hatin’ on my grind
If you never bought a ticket
You never would of won
Or would of lost
Or could of thought
About what you should of done
Or could have come close
With one digit off
Like the thumb
From the loss
Of the funds
From the boss
Cause the drugs get to talking to you
In the parking lot of the bar
Where they thought they knew you
Sitting on ass
And tripping on acid
Putting your chickens in one basket
But it’s a bad fit
Get off that shit
Track Name: Director's Cut (feat. Swim Team)
"Director's Cut"
featuring Lyraflip, VerBS and Rogue-Venom of the Swim Team

Star of the first scene
Shoot to the next scene and cut
We're going where the action is

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

When the sunset hits
The Sunset strip
Mild mannered Michael
Becomes Psychosiz
Five Six Two One
Three Two Three One
Oh, believe I’m in L.A.
Where I’m supposed to be
Catch me in the PJs
In my PJs
Where the white tees
Is longer than the hoodrats’ nighties
And nightly
Shit gets grimy
(PAUSE)
When they cross colors and get they clap on
Like it’s the 90s
But it’s not though
Switching the spot
Catch me at Lucy’s
Copping some tacos
In the parking lot after dark
Chillin’ with the vatos
Like nah homes
Them is not yo’ nachos
But we can throw your sister in the whip
Cause a nigga fistna’ dip
Fuck dinner and a flick
It's 3:30
And I’m chillin’ with a bitch
Like we got a connection
I can feel it in my dick
(SKIP)
Past the luxury parlor
Fuckery hour
I ain’t even catch her name
What should we call her
An extra
And that’s as hard as it gets
(STOP)
Any (w)rap party
I’m the star of the set

Star of the first scene
Shoot to the next scene and cut
We're going where the action is

(Lyraflip)
If your fitted cap’s
Sitting back
Over your do rag
Don’t trip homie
Cause yo’
You can do that
The hood is gon’ remember
Like they putting on your sister
That the Fish bring the fire
Like they put in on a swisher

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

I got me a club card
Got me a ghetto pass
Don’t leave home without it
If you plan on getting blasted
Bleeding sleeveless drunk
Echo Park punk gigs
To the Westside scene kids
Wearing neon green kicks
Star Trek
Neptunes
Klingon jean fits
T-shirts
Reverb
On overdone screen prints
Everybody’s been there
Done that scene once
Backyard bangers
Booties shakin’ to G-Funk
Swiggin’ on 40s
To sippin’ on Chardonnay
Made my rounds
Gave daps
Hugged bitches
And parted ways
To the Do-Over
Root Down
And Low End Theory
Clearly young people envy me
And grown men fear me
From point A to point B
I ain’t enjoy A
So I joined B
Point being
Whose gonna’ join me
Fade to the next scene
Faded as SP
House party
High-top fade
‘Til your head bleeds
You get me
This is L.A.
More than a weekend
Open up the doors
Let the foreigners sneak in
This is Thirsty Fish
Exploring the deep end
Keep it poppin’
Theatre hoppin’
As soon as the scene ends

Star of the first scene
Shoot to the next scene and cut
We're going where the action is

(VerBS)
If your pants all tight
Then that’s alright
We gon’ make sure
All y’all niggas
Dance all night
When they at the door hatin’
On your underage friend
The Fish is fistna’ get scene ravin'

OPEN MIKE EAGLE VERSE

I done rocked ridiculous art shows
With pompous hipsters in sharp clothes
Hocking apocalypses in charcoal
That’s art
And misogynistic spoken word
So absurd
The Frida Kahlo posters
Turn themselves away in shame
Bare-footed lame
Bohemians tell the same
Old stories of how they was lonely
And held away the pain
Like
She was my sun moon and stars
With a hippie plucking grooves
On a blues guitar
Now all the scenesters wanna’ leave
For a decent priced Hooka bar
Then we come through singing
Like Jesus Christ Superstar
Y’all turning water into wine
No the opposite
Cause we can turn an open bar waitress
To an octopus
And make sophistocrats
Reach into they pocketbooks
To purchase something other than buttons
And philosophic books
And what do you know
They hollering out for more
When we bounce
The crackticity follows us out the door

Star of the first scene
Shoot to the next scene and cut
We're going where the action is

(Rogue Venom)
Whether you on some baller tip
Or tryna’ buy the bar
To impress the broad you with
Less she calls it quits
When you try to hit somethin’
And all you gets nothin’
Water in your whip thumpin’
Keeping shit jumpin’

Star of the first scene
Shoot to the next scene and cut
We're going where the action is

Star
Shoot
Cut
Track Name: Girls... or... Like...
Thirsty Fish - "Girls... Or... Like"

Our Time is limited tonight
But I got to send love
To all the women in my life
From the innocent and bright
To the independent type
But after we finish
You’ll see ‘em in a different light
That’s right
The girls… are… like…
You know the girls…

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

The girls… or… like…
First edition
Vintage prints
In Mint condition
With inscriptions
Cursive written
Personally penned in... by Stan motherfuckin’ Lee

She was incredible
But green with Envy and couldn’t let it go
Always wanted to smash on bitches
The shit was terrible
Territorial even
I mean, we’d go to dinner
The slightest thing would set her off
All bitter off her temper
Don’t let her have her friends with her
Those bitches Defender
Then get all West Coast
And want me to Avenger
So I kicked her to the curb
Absurd
My mistake
In hindsight
I should have shot her into space
But I got an Amazing broad
To follow in her place
Baby was Spectacular
They call her Sensational
And they should know
She was all over the place
Bouncing off the walls
The friendly neighborhood waitress
With traits of a stripper
Upside down
She put her legs behind her head
Then let me take pictures
Had to park her
She couldn’t let the Mary Jane go
Tryna’ fight the high
The glide took her on a ride
Ran out of fluid and died
From the very same blow
In a web of lies
But I guess that’s how the game go
From Surfer broads
To Runaways
To underrated Strange hoes
It’s uncanny
The way these Rogue chicks Dazzle me
Storm in and Psy locks ‘em down
Week after week
It’s genetic
They hate being called freaks
Different shades of blue
It’s all the same Mystique

Our Time is limited tonight
But I got to send love
To all the women in my life
From the innocent and bright
To the independent type
But after we finish
You’ll see ‘em in a different light
That’s right
The girls… are… like…
You know the girls…

OPEN MIKE EAGLE VERSE

The girls… or… like…
Sick and attractive but I’m sick of the traffic
Keys to houses and jeans and blouses
So she ain’t stuck on shoppin’
She’s just browsin’
I knew this girl named Rapid Sheryl
She worked at Cracker Barrel
Wearing some witty dingy black indie rap apparel
She has a legion of exes
She was in need of protection
She had the world’s flyest CD collection
So let’s just say she would lace heads
With all the new music but none of them fools had to break bread
But they turned red in the face and gave chase
Occasionally the CD didn’t match what the case said
So brothers ran like a base-head chasing a jumbo
To the other homegirl Megan Upload
Now Megan had to keep it cutthroat
Because her home address was well known
So to protect herself she switched the letters on her bell code
And Lucendit was too business
If my package was too big then she’s trippin’ on who zipped it
Plus she wanted a subscription
Not like the sister Viv-Share
Her spot’s nice but I keep hearing viruses live there
Kinda like Z-Sheri’s place
Cause she’s a freak too and runs around with half-naked chicks offering previews
(Dat don’t mean I’m a freak, Boo)
I don’t believe you
How you got all these rap niggas lead singles?
As a youngin’ I would mingle but I’m wiser in old age
Ain’t nothing worth bringing a virus back to my home page

Our Time is limited tonight
But I got to send love
To all the women in my life
From the innocent and right
To the independent type
But after we finish
You’ll see ‘em in a different light
That’s right
The girls… are… like…
You know the girls…

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

The girls… or… like…
Remote controls and the Oprah show
Digital cable you steal from your neighbors
Broadcasting live to all the broads passing by
Who watch OC but won’t read the Los Angeles Times
The blonde plastic types like the ones on Real World
I’m down for a Blind Date
Deal Or No Deal, girl?
You obviously ain’t heard Blowed heads on Pro Tools
Cause if you did you’d probably give road head on Road Rules
I’m Old School
I Love Lucy
Cougars like Judge Judy
Hug groupies
I’m just a player like Doug Flutie
It ain’t even playoffs
I love New York
But there ain’t nothing like Cali hoes
Right Too $hort
I’m looking for a Top Chef to give me the five o’clock news
Waking up to Maury telling me the father’s not you
Remember
It’s the Man Show
The old Jimmy Kimmel
Act up and you’ll get replaced like Conan did Leno
Don’t you get sent home
I’m the one with the last rose
Better entertain me
You know what happens to bad shows
Cancelled
Track Name: Grind It Out (feat. Busdriver)
"Grind It Out"
featuring Busdriver

You’ve got a pretty hairdo and fancy pants
Better take advantage of your chance to dance
Look around the room for a Dapper Dan
Grind it out now

And tell your big girlfriend to clap her hands
If she’s unfit then unhitch the camper van
We’ll show you where it’s at like an ampersand
Grind it out now

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

To the big girls with footmeat sticking out they pumps
Changing they whole wardrobe straight out they trunk
Dancing the night away
Perspiring with a powerful funk
And intimidate the wallflower
Cowardly punks
She’s the leader of the conga line
Conductor of the Soul Train
And works the shit out a stripper pole
Likes to roleplay
The whole place looking at her like it’s her showcase
Let’s go back to your place
I’ll show you my O face
Watch her grind out
Drinking that Amy Wine-house
This ain’t no white blouse
One-Fifty-One Death Proof
Grindhouse
Soon as she set two lines out
In the restroom I bounced
Girl you being bad now
It might get you time out

You’ve got a pretty hairdo and fancy pants
Better take advantage of your chance to dance
Look around the room for a Dapper Dan
Grind it out now

And tell your big girlfriend to clap her hands
If she’s unfit then unhitch the camper van
We’ll show you where it’s at like an ampersand
Grind it out now

OPEN MIKE EAGLE VERSE

This is the most important rap I ever wrote
Cause it’ll make women on NordicTracks and Depakote
Cast away their assorted hats and leather coats
Manifest their inner-porno actress to whatever folks in the room
We hold in so our souls’ been consumed
Ever since we broken through the womb
We’re told to control our inner urges to commune
And keep the appearance cold as the surface of the moon
You should howl and swoon
Yell loud and croon
Or growl
You don’t need a costume or a cowl
Just a towel to wipe the sex sweat from your brow
And after this scene maybe a new evening gown

You’ve got a pretty hairdo and fancy pants
Better take advantage of your chance to dance
Look around the room for a Dapper Dan
Grind it out now

And tell your big girlfriend to clap her hands
If she’s unfit then unhitch the camper van
We’ll show you where it’s at like an ampersand
Grind it out now

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

What’s all the Locomotion
The Joker broke in
Shimmied it and Twisted ‘til it opened
Cranked that
Then he Electric Slid
So we thought we’d call you
It’s best you did
They call me Bruce Wayne
Cause I Mack the poosi
Like Desi when he’s slapping Lucy
You could Superman a ho
But to catch a true thief
This looks like a job for the Bat Watusi
Get low
I’m fistna’ Rick Roll to his hideout
Lean With It Rock With It
Dip in and slide out
Uh-oh
The Jerk tried to do the Hustle
Threw a rubber Chicken Dance at me
Then he Shuffled
Did the Running Man
But I caught up again
No more Hokey Pokey
I’m taking in you in
As for your life of crime
You’re all out of time
You last chance to Bat Dance
Form a Conga line

You’ve got a pretty hairdo and fancy pants
Better take advantage of your chance to dance
Look around the room for a Dapper Dan
Grind it out now

And tell your big girlfriend to clap her hands
If she’s unfit then unhitch the camper van
We’ll show you where it’s at like an ampersand
Grind it out now

(Busdriver)
You want to hit the pussy with your battering ram
So you can lure some girls to your Astrovan
(Fool, get your hand off my mammary gland)
And just Grrrrind it out
You’re seeking action like a Girls Gone Wild cameraman
But dressing like a broke ass Bagger Vance
Even if the pussy smells like rancid ham
You’ll eaaaat it out

DUMBFOUNDEAD

Call your homegirls on your family plan
Got a spiffy haircut from Fantastic Sams
Make you say my name like I’m Candyman
We can end the night in an ambulance

OPEN MIKE EAGLE

Standing in the shadows like the Cancer Man
The little philly doesn’t stand half a chance
I can wear a gold medallion and some Hammer pants
Butt-naked sweating is the master plan

PSYCHOSIZ

Flavor to the game like I’m Van De Kamp
Something new for my dames and fans and fam’
Stylin on ‘em cause I c-c-can
My pimp hand’s like the Mandaran’s
Track Name: Amateur Juggling (feat. DJ Zo)
"Amateur Juggling"
featuring DJ Zo of the Swim Team

Now (Hold that)
(And that)
(And that)
(And that)
(And that)
(Gimmie that back)
Now, Now, Now, Now, Now…
I don’t think they ready for a decent metaphor
To desynch metamorphous into a prehistoric beast (Here catch)
With Abelisaurus teeth at least three enormous feet in (Think Fast)
Breach diameter (Recap)
Beast-in
Like a Manticore half man Centaur fish-formed featured (Hold that)
Split horned creature (Throw it back)
Featured in a vintage theater with no screens or (Hold that)
Seats for shows that don’t keep dope acts booked (Let me get that)
Or on tap (Again)
Or on staff (Once more)
Or on deck (Look)

Catalogs scare me as of late
Cause songs should vary
But cats don’t innovate
So rats go in the gate
And smash on your cheese like it’s Tom and Jerry
Pre 1958

Yeah, that’s dope
Yeah, that’s tight
Yeah, that’s fly
Yeah, that’s hyph
Yeah, that’s crunk
Yeah, that’s right

But, can you juggle with no hands?
Can you juggle with no hands?

Let me tell it to you awfully thug
I’ll melt your ego down into a liquid
Then sip it through a coffee mug
Ice cold winter time
Or Eyes Closed
Semi-visored
On my toes
‘Til I’m gold
Like Kimmie Meissner
Your crew’s full of bitches
Like a lesbian hideaway
I’ll disregard your lyrics
Like pedestrian right of way
You fire
I lit it
Sparked it and spit it
Set the roof on fire
To fight fire with it
Show’s over
Blowed’s closed
Or blowed and blown over
It’s dry logic
Wet it
It’s a live socket
Got bitches in nylon teddies
In line and ready
To tie my shoe
When it’s tied already
Blaze’em
Now my name’s on her yacht
Where’s the L.A. Underground
Ew, it’s everywhere
Catch you outside of Pottery Barn
And do you bodily harm

But, can you juggle with no hands?
Track Name: Antique Blowed Show
"Antique Blowed Show"

OPEN MIKE EAGLE VERSE

Found a book of rap verse in my suburban apartment
How much is that old style worth on the market?
Next to grandma’s ceramic urchins and starfish
She said my grandfather worked it from birth to a carcass
Look, there’s serpents and Martians perfectly carved in
Purchased for dirt at a Leimert Church auction
Cause it’s covered in birdshit and smells like an armpit
Sure the verses are tarnished just hit the surface with varnish

DUMBFOUNDEAD

This style is valued about…
Can we get an aisle price check on it now?
Since Wildstyle it’s gone up a bit
The Dow’s down and it’s not made in Mao’s town
Better buy the vowels now and the consonants on Christmas

Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Goin’ three times
Style sold to the rapper in the long tee
Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Goin’ three times
Style sold to the rapper on the blog links
Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Goin’ three times
Style sold to the rapper wearing all pink
Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Not for sale
Where you think you goin’ with the mic?

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

My attic is as classic as a Nina Hartley feet apart scene
To rent to the youth who enter the booth
Vintage Taboo
They say it’s depreciated
Nay-sayin’
Inebriated
They just can’t appreciate when greatness isn’t bling related
So get you varnish out
Change the bulbs
Up the watts
They ain’t never seen a style polished out the box
It’s time
I don’t care what I can get for it
I care what I can do with it
It’s mine

OPEN MIKE EAGLE

Incredible audible elements
What is your bid?
Your attempt to style is a guttural wind
A pitiful verse with nothing but stuttering ends
You’re where urban development ends
Hard fella with delicate skin
Stealing bright pink pelican limb relics from ghetto museums

Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Goin’ three times
Style sold to the rapper bitch in lip gloss
Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Goin’ three times
Style sold to the rapper with the pimp talk
Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Goin’ three times
Style sold to the rapper fistna’ crip walk
Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Not for sale
Where you think you goin’ with the mic?

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

What style is that?
Where can I purchase it?
That finger movement and nervous twitch
That Thirsty Fish wordplay that makes perfect sense
That Leimert intensity
Which comes with a certificate of authenticity
No Brian Austin Green
Blossom meets Dawson’s Creek
More like Slauson Street
Gotham geeks on awesome beats
The Blowed is not for sale
We ain’t go to Oxford, Yale
We’re from the school of hard knocks, cops and shotgun shells

PSYCHOSIZ

Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
SOLD
To the cat in the back four rows with the black cornrows
SOLD
To the ragtag Linux holder with the Mac bag backpack on his shoulder
SOLD
To the effeminate gentleman and the women friends who bid with him
We’ll open the bid again and when the bidding ends
We still won’t sell out

Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Goin’ three times
Style sold to the Project Blowed enthusiast
Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Goin’ three times
Style sold to the honor role student list
Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Goin’ three times
Style sold for the solid gold crucifix
Goin’ once
Goin’ twice
Not for sale
Where you think you goin’ with the mic?

That was my favorite style as a youth
My bid is one aged bottle of island Vermouth

No, no, no
How uncouth
To waste such a style on someone as vile as you
I raise your childish brew a thousand proof

Howdy doo
I raise you two chickens and a goat
Oh, seventy-three virgins and a ticket to a Blowed show

Ay, I see you and I raise you three tickets to Paid Dues

My old rap magazines, Ego Trip and Blaze too

Weezy’s lean and a pair of Kanyeezees space boots

An L.A. to the Bay cruise and Pelé’s grass stained shoes

An 8-Track tape of Dave Mustaine singing Strange Fruit

A Jesus Will Save You chain made by Ma$e phase two

SOLD

To the gangsta dude in the Kangol kangaroo training suit

Wearing Gazelles from nineteen eighty-two

With a Dangerdoom facial view
He must be making major moves

With the girl in uncovered fanny and candy colored gator shoes

Amplifying her rehabbed Eve tats on her paid for boobs
Track Name: Initiation
"Initiation"

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

Who's the next to Martyr?
Check the charter
Respect is garnered
You're hard but it’s extra hard to rep and flex in water
My aquatic sponsorship got the Loch Ness monster in
I sail the seven seas without a thing to conquer… left
Straight up and down
Riding around
Like my ciphers
Without mics
From Bristol Crown Heights
My Flintlock pistol sounds like
Lightning striking the ground twice in the same spot
Missile-bound swiveled rounds from swivel-round
Cannon-mounts can’t amount to the simple style of the grapeshot
Everything else?
Watered down and modern now
They put wheels on the Cutlass
But when I see it
I’m drawing down
Make 'em stop in they tracks like Holland did France
Cause when I hit Paris (Zax)
I've got big plans
Too many parrots black
Not enough ship hands
Stand on your own two
Or you're prone to a kickstand
Fellow's the ship
Blowed is the crew
But the whole team can hold a sword
And Swim when overboard
Provoke a war
Invoke a local lore and choke a whore
And most importantly do it all offshore

Haters head nod, stomp, glide, dap
Paper, scissors, rock, lock, slide, snap

First things first
It’s still kinda’ early
You're unworthy
‘Til you can prove you're thirsty

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

It’s the stonecutter brothers
Blowed cold bustin’
(Shut up)
Don’t utter another word or you'll be shoveling your own grave
Gutter is my hombres
Let him in he's okay
We ain’t playing that Dungeons and Dragons sissy roleplay
Cloaked in black hoodies
Ski mask to jack goodies
Act goody-two shoes and I'll beat that ass, cutty
Money couldn’t buy your way in
Even if you try to weigh in
The alliance of lions
Will deny and annihilate 'em
You're a member or you're not
This is death do us part
‘Til you're laying horizontal in a decorated box
The handshake’s the language
What’s the set you claiming, Ak?
This statement goes beyond the drama you get on dangerous blocks
Take a shot
Tater tot
You're messing with Flavor's clock
Watch this big timer rhymer
Who be getting major props
If you cant beat ‘em
Join 'em
That’s the motto you should follow
A billion rappers served
Like the mottos of McDonald's

Haters head nod, stomp, glide, dap
Paper, scissors, rock, lock, slide, snap

First things first
It’s still kinda’ early
You're unworthy
‘Til you can prove you're thirsty

OPEN MIKE EAGLE VERSE

It’s a secret rebellion
(Don’t tell them)
The underwater order of Greeks dressed in elk skins
You got a week left ‘til hell ends
One week ‘til you reach your TF lapel pin
(Chosen)
Then you can crawl from underneath the rock
And learn how to squeeze raw from a speaker box
Every fall we taught some the secret knock
One new member every Autumnal Equinox
When we bang our drum the people watch
The needle drops and the skins get a vicious beating
As will you
If we hear your lips repeating
Any information heard at the interest meeting
(Silence)
If you're down raise your hands ‘til you lift the ceiling
That nigga’s a weakling
He's running home bugged
If your buddy's a different frequency
Come alone son
Cause we're more hieroglyphics reading than skull and bone thugs

Haters head nod, stomp, glide, dap
Paper, scissors, rock, lock, slide, snap

First things first
It’s still kinda’ early
You're unworthy
‘Til you can prove you're thirsty
Track Name: Ducks Fail
"Ducks Fail"

Icy bright pink stunner shades
When will ducks learn?
Ray-Bans
Lasers
Aeropostalin’
It’s a duck-blur

OPEN MIKE EAGLE VERSE

You ever squawk and flap like a duck?
I wouldn’t dream of it
Preferred mode of travelin’
Is Open Mike Eaglein’
And the quack epidemic
Might be running the scene
But shit, I can’t wear they uniform
I don’t think the sneakers fit
Even if they loosen the pre-requisite jeans
I can’t be duck, duck goosin’
Cause it’s circular reasoning
Some Launchpad McQuackity rappers
Landed last evening at the Bar Exam
We roasted them with secret ingredients
They tried to get us waddling
To rock with it
Lean with it
I swear I got as low as my two arthritic knees can get
They so sophisticated
Cause they listen to Queen
When they be up in Nappa Valley
Tastin’ different Rieslings
Cheatin’ us
They walk around like musical geniuses
I tried to put ‘em on it but they so unappreciative
Cheesy as the ballads they make
Or maybe it’s sour grapes
So peace to all geese, mallards and Drakes

Ducks Fail
Because they always out there frontin’
Like they upscale
They go to work and eat bologna
From a lunch pail
We told you on the last album
That we hunt quail
They better tuck tails

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

Don’t feed the ducks at electro bars in Echo Park
Wearing eclectic retro scarves
Metros driving electric cars
Ugly ducklings in the pond with vintage dresses on
Muddy chucks and tummy tucks will turn’em into a princess swan
Silver Lake to Cinespace
Get your duck wiggle on
Duckies with scrunchies
I’m plucking feathers with no jimmy on
Dinner at the vegan spot
We can get our veggie on
Let’s get our edgy on
Let’s share an Evian
Perrier
I’m everywhere
Get our bougie beverage on
Guest list?
I’m getting on with kids cutting
Kid Cuddi look-a-like with his chick buddies
Hip druggies think you’re fly?
Then book a flight
They do this every single day and night, day and night
They say it’s not a trend but a way of life, way of life
They might be blinded by the laser-lights, laser-lights
You ducks are stuck with the bill
So pay the price, pay the price

Ducks Fail
Because they always out there frontin’
Like they upscale
They go to work and eat bologna
From a lunch pail
We told you on the last album
That we hunt quail
They better tuck tails

Icy bright pink stunner shades
When will ducks learn?
Ray-Bans
Lasers
Aeropostalin’
It’s a duck-blur
Ciphers like a hurricane
It’s a twister
Fucking up your indie scene
Mister hipster

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

Lady was crazy as fuck
But maybe my luck’s changing
You can be a Daisy
And still be a duck, baby
My number one dyme
My Junior Wood Chuck Tailors don’t scuff up
Rain, sleet or Snow White snow bunny
No money
I’m broke honey
Don’t pat the pockets ho
Buspass
I’m fistna’ go where the drama goes
Launchpad
Hand me my top hat and monocle
Like fuck pants
I’ll go naked before I sport your little skinny jeans
Ruffle your feathers
Thinking you fly
With your pretty wings
I don’t hear anything in our scene worth sparking
I might as well fly south and listen to Darkwing
Throw that Black Pete on
Bump me some Chickadees
Nigga please
Nigga
Negaduck please
I’m tryna’ see a hundred and one puppies unleashed
And I love my mermaids
Cause they love me
I’m searching for a Belle that smells like Jasmine
To take her to Mulan and back again
Hit her with the Chip-n-Dale
Un-zipper
Rangers to the rescue
Monterray Jackpot
And bang her in the restroom
Track Name: The Like Song
"The Like Song"

This isn’t a love song
It’s more like a like song
When you were getting your club on
You were the one I had my eyes on
(I like you, you like me, is it love? unlikely)
You let me cut like a buzzsaw
We did it with the lights on
And all your girlfriends was wrong
Because I actually might call

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

I never knew a l-l-l-like like this
You're the type of girl I take to sci-fi flick
Or watch a Monday night fight with pints and spice dip
Labeled ‘booty call’ under contacts in my sidekick
If you're looking for love
Why you up in the club
Stuck up?
Start loosening up
Sip this Grey Goose
Duck, duck
This ain’t a shot at love
This is just straight shots
Buck, buck
I like like much better
(Whatever)
Love sucks
You're the type of girl that I wouldn’t take home to mom
But you can meet my uncle and he'll give me loads of props
Cause you were oh so hot
But let’s close up shop
I'll probably forget about you
Like Robocop
Now you think I'm an asshole
So insensitive
If you thought you were the one
Go-go and guess again
You say let’s try to make this work
But I'm a pessimist
So I use like instead of love to avoid messiness

This isn’t a love song
It’s more like a like song
When you were getting your club on
You were the one I had my eyes on
(I like you, you like me, is it love? unlikely)
You let me cut like a buzzsaw
We did it with the lights on
And all your girlfriends was wrong
Because I actually might call

I wrote a whole like letter I can read you
You don’t need my number lady
I know how to reach you
And just so that everything's understandable and see-through
I don’t wanna’ meet your mom

This conversation is between me and your cleavage
So why don’t you leave us alone
My concentration is bad as it is
And your sleeveless tee is just taking me home

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

You like it?
I love it
You love it?
I'm above it
I suppose
West coast
We don’t like them hoes
My like-life's like life
Only more lifelike
I love it
(Nigga if you love it so much, why don’t you marry it?)
Why don’t you shut the fuck up
We don’t gotta’ like you
Cause we aren’t like you
We’re like me
And like me
Do we like you?
Unlikely
For you to be as fly as me
You have to get your pilot's wings
I build skyscrapers out of sky pagers
And text the sky 911 at my leisure
I ain’t tryna’ be liked
I’m more like
Like, who you doppelgangers try and be like?
Celebrity life every night
If everything is everything
I hate everything twice

OPEN MIKE VERSE

If I didn’t answer your call
It might be an emergency
I've got a real old phone
It’s likely that the circuitry is rusty or overblown
I'll text you back with urgency
It’s something really important
(He was signing up for Turkish Teens)
(What did he say?)
That I was climbing up a turnip tree
To find us the perfect leaves
For grinding up some herbal tea
Either way
What’s up with the third degree?
(That is not what the fuck he said!
You think I’m stupid or something?)
Don’t I give you everything that a steady date deserves?
Shit, check out the artist list on this medley tape I burned
It’s entitled ‘The Sentiments That I Dedicate To Her
So Long As She Only Listens To Every Other Word’
I mean, you're pretty high on my priority agenda
Hell, I went to your house to hook up your digital antenna
And I was just finna’ let you use my favorite smoothie blender
And get your name tatted on my neck... in Henna

This isn’t a love song
It’s more like a like song
When you were getting your club on
You were the one I had my eyes on
(I like you, you like me, is it love? unlikely)
You let me cut like a buzzsaw
We did it with the lights on
And all your girlfriends was wrong
Because I actually might call