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Watergate

by Thirsty Fish

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1.
Sounds Like Rap (free) 03:35
"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!
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Working the Numbers (free) 03:30
"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
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"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
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Girls... or... Like... (free) 03:56
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
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"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
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"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?
7.
Antique Blowed Show (free) 03:30
"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
8.
Initiation (free) 04:08
"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
9.
Ducks Fail (free) 04:13
"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
10.
The Like Song (free) 05:07
"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

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released May 10, 2011

Psychosiz, Open Mike Eagle and Dumbfoundead are Thirsty Fish
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