Bad Time Zoo
by Sims
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Future Shock
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Burn It Down
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Bad Time Zoo
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Too Much (feat P.O.S.)
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One Dimensional Man
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In My Sleep
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When It Rolls In
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Good Times
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LMG
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The Veldt
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Weight
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Radio Opaque
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Sink Or Syncopate
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Hey You
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about
Bad Time Zoo is the second full-length record from Sims. It's his best work to date--a culmination of his talents as an emcee, imaginative lyricist, and thoughtful commentator on American culture. Lazerbeak made every beat on the album; his larger-than-life production features spine-cracking snares, full-tilt horn sections, and catchy synth lines.
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released 15 February 2011
DTR-028
All songs written by Sims for Sims Is A Business (ASCAP)
All songs produced by Lazerbeak for Legend Recognize Legend (ASCAP)
"Too Much" features P.O.S for Half A Kidney Half A Lung (ASCAP)
Additional vocals on Future Shock by Muad'dib, Joe Mabbott, P.O.S and Dessa
Additional Bass on Good Times by Sean McPherson
Staring Down The Ocean produced by Cecil Otter
Scratches by Plain Ole Bill
Executive Producers: Lazerbeak, Sims and Doomtree
Engineered and mixed by Joe Mabbott at the Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Magneto Mastering
Art Direction, design and layout by Adam R Garcia / The Pressure
DTR-028
All songs written by Sims for Sims Is A Business (ASCAP)
All songs produced by Lazerbeak for Legend Recognize Legend (ASCAP)
"Too Much" features P.O.S for Half A Kidney Half A Lung (ASCAP)
Additional vocals on Future Shock by Muad'dib, Joe Mabbott, P.O.S and Dessa
Additional Bass on Good Times by Sean McPherson
Staring Down The Ocean produced by Cecil Otter
Scratches by Plain Ole Bill
Executive Producers: Lazerbeak, Sims and Doomtree
Engineered and mixed by Joe Mabbott at the Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Magneto Mastering
Art Direction, design and layout by Adam R Garcia / The Pressure
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Restless and passionate but with an unflinching realism at his core, Sims has seen enough of life to know there are no easy answers. His second full-length release, Bad Time Zoo, out now on Doomtree Records, reflects this rapper’s ongoing quest for solid understanding in a society on the brink of dystopia. ... more
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Jun 14Minneapolis, MN
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May 2013 -
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Jan 2009 -
Jun 2005
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- Track Name: Future Shock
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I was born in 82
about the time of the Cold War flu
born when the world was small
before we connected the zoo
look at the way we grew
dropped the borders but we kept the walls
the things we made to pull us close push us all
we hear the ring but screen the calls
so close we could almost touch
but so far we don’t speak on the bus
so close I can almost see your breath
but so far I can’t hear your words
I don’t go a day without a button pressed
the years go by in a blur
it’s the time of plenty, inbox full
so why do I feel so goddamn empty?
but look at how connected we are
the whole globe at your fingertips
speed the pace it’s an instant fix
Space Age but I feel boxed in
and it’s wide open
and I’m dying to know
why I feel disconnected
am I dreaming demons, alienated
or do I just get what I expected?
they say it’s greed that keeps people turning
feeds the lonely and the beasts of burden
East of Eden but at least we’re earning
the ice is melting and the trees are burning
reporters all say it’s all but lost
and all we can do is watch
so I walk with my shoulders dropped
watch these blocks stack up with stores
is this what we’re working for?
filling that hole with goods, what’s good?
but the chokehold ain’t local no more
it’s global and closing its doors
it ain’t about right or wrong
what side you’re on
but the things we traded
how many sights for many sights
how is your life?
I was born in 82 but I live in 2000 and now
all the things I thought I knew
turns out they were never around
and all the people I met today
well, they all the same feeling that emptiness
fill it up with Fendi till the trendiness fades
then throw that thing away
I want the one with the new features
until the next one out then
bury it a little deeper
add on to that man-made mountain
you could have it all, the campaign touting
the cars and the champagne fountain
but that pool’s only deep enough to sink
but these fools don’t even stop to think
they just want that bubbly
now they spilling on you
ain’t that lovely?
what a mess since they jumped in
now they scream save me, save me to the public
but we barely know the subject
we’re all out doing for us
in so far, so far in fact
so near so packed we don’t speak on the bus
loss of love, loss of mind
loss of love, loss of mind
running out of time
loss of love, loss of mind
loss of love, loss of mind
damn near out of time - Track Name: Burn It Down
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all the heat pipes cough, speech freeze like water
sheep led right to the bleach-wipe slaughter
even the doc couldn’t see it in the blotter
four walls starve each eat like Donner
feed on each other, speed through the red lights
sleep in the gutter, cameras on the great heights
a sea of brake lights
every door locked tight
keep them locked down tight
what will you call your home?
what will you call your own?
where will you lay them bones
lay them greedy bones?
which one will save your soul with your sight
on solid gold?
oh hell no, can’t feel that hallowed ghost
with his hands wrapped around your throat?
this window seat is loud in the city where
the weather is howling
outside there’s wolves on prowl, in the
belly growling
me I’m just over the line, under the gun,
out of my mind
everything in its right place
watch me slice through the night
race time and space alike
it’s mine to shape it, right?
everyone stepping sideways to the
cheapest sleight of hand
play to your weakness, see the darkest side of man
and it’s up to you supply those hollow dreams
or make your own Halloween,
so how about that?
off with their heads, make our own mask
let’s howl on back’
let’s get it going
less emotion more emulsion
burn it down
let’s get it going
less emotion more emulsion
burn it down
let’s get it going
less emotion more emulsion
burn it black
down to the ash, start from the scratch
build it all back
let’s get down
let’s get down
let’s get down
let’s get down
down to biz, down to work
come back down to earth
it’s down to this
put down the arms, hands down in the dirt
let me get you up to speed
it’s up to us to up the need
upheaval tucked up the sleeve
it’s a sudden thrill that the hunter feels
when they’re on their heels
and the hunted yields
you run on fumes, you grind the wheels
the tunnel’s sealed but you’ll never kneel
no making deals
but the wolves have eyes
and they smell the veal
and what’s revealed is each one out for meals
and don’t care which one’s skin they peel back
so I keep the blade sharp for real
because you never know when it comes on back
all the swine turn a blind eye; sign of the time
sold to the highest bidder who command
the supply
stamp it up fine with that Hollywood state of mind
we bought wings out of clay and wondered why that wouldn’t fly
let’s get it going
less emotion more emulsion
burn it down
let’s get it going
less emotion more emulsion
burn it down
let’s get it going
less emotion more emulsion
burn it black
down to the ash, start from the scratch
build it all back
what will you call your home, what will you call your own?
where will you lay them bones?
the bell just tolled
this is heaven, this is home
this is heaven, this is hell
this is home, this is hell
this is heaven, this is home
welcome to the veldt - Track Name: Bad Time Zoo
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how the tedium eats
can’t stop the feeling that creeps under the sheets
under the skin where that city just sleeps
over the wind people are afraid to speak
chameleon cummunicado, generation now
got to hit the lotto, got to sell it on out
get it all at once, living out the front
putting something in their lungs, nose
something in the vein
numbing the pain to break the modern refrain
what to claim?
lost control, lost restraint
most just float until they hit the floor
live in the abandoned houses of the ghosts of war
so repaint the place to reclaim the space
but there goes that stain you can’t erase
ergo, call me Rene Descartes to the faint of heart
it ain’t to make a mark it’s to draw a map
this is where we’re living at
live from the Minneap
everybody run around the city trapped
act like you knew
this is the Bad Time Zoo
Sims bring it live on the check one, two
everyone’s yelling get free, get free
everybody yelling get fresh, get fresh
everyone caught the same old sickness
spent all the change and there ain’t no difference
this is your captain speaking
this ship is rapidly sinking
this mission was lost from the yard
so thanks for the help, watch for the sharks
shots in the dark I pray for health
but I’m running out of places of where to
send that prayer
I hang a thousand mile stare in the bended air
then bend it back over kicks and snares
I keep it moving call me piston flare
watch me flip the miles
nah, call me Ishmael
I’ve got a bigger fish to snare
this is wildlife in the bright light
caught up in a different glare
everybody everywhere so disrepaired
up all night up all night
trying to make it right
but as it demands we keep on moving at
the speed of life
this is wildlife, close claws no cause
my mic sounds right, no pause
act like you do
show me the Bad Time Zoo
Sims bring it live on the check one where
he’s living at
live from the Minneap
everybody run around the city trapped
act like you do then
show me the Bad Time Zoo
Sims bring it live on the check one, two
everyone’s yelling get free, free
everybody yelling get fresh, get fresh
everyone caught the same old sickness
spent all the change and there ain’t no difference
everyone’s yelling get free, free,
everybody yelling get fresh, get fresh
everyone caught the same old sick
spent all the change, ain’t nothing changed - Track Name: Too Much (feat P.O.S.)
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I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much
I’ve seen, I’ve been
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS
I woke up late again, walked down to the bus stop slumping
last night rained buckshot and I barely made it in
thinking to myself I can never find space
then the bus came late but I left my change, damn
left foot, right foot then
looks like I’m walking, too much
too many folk, too many high, too many low
city breathing down your neck
then it grabs your throat and it won’t let go
but I know this road won’t ever let you be
then I saw his heap, is he dead or asleep?
tourniquet tied right around his bicep
tighter than a vice-grip squeeze his sleeve
teeth held the cap of the hypodermic needle
arm leg a leg a arm head lay feeble
tar make a man look dead like beetle
but he’s high like an eagle when he asks for change
anything I give him out the venom in his vein
send him into heaven courtesy St. James
and well, that ain’t my name
I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much
I’ve seen, I’ve been
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS
don’t hit the snooze ever
I’m like 47 deep and that’s not even decent sleep
I’m dreaming bout robotic sheep, I’m later than that
whatever type of late you think you is, show your references
androids like you got a whole lot lot of messages
yeah yeah yeah this is what I slept in
up and out coffee in the mouth jetting
catching up pedal to the floor texting
metal up expressing sections
pressing hexes learning no lesson
flexing like every intersection, wait
oh my god I almost hit him with a car
little kid ran quick to the middle
I was fixed in the middle of a text maybe
fiddling with knobs,
god, what are the odds I could of ...
pulled to the curb, head to the wheel
sweating artillery, don’t pack steel
look up to a situation similar to opening an
invitation asking you to die
Dad’s like die, Mom’s like die
I’m like fine little boys like crying
step out to a fist in the eye
took it like a champ didn’t even ask why
didn’t even flex, didn’t even ask twice
he didn’t put together that I wasn’t trying to fight
I said please accept my apology, I’ll just leave
here responsibly
I’m glad your boy’s okay
I’ve seen, I’ve read, I’ve hoped too much
I’ve been, I’ve owed, I’ve loaned too much
I’ve seen, I’ve been
I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS - Track Name: One Dimensional Man
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neon and strobe, the eyes don’t go beyond
the glow
they want to protest but lost the focus
now they’re latching on to any cause
snapping down like any jaw
mulch from the demagogues
acting like they’re demigods
it starts with the link
moves to the sinking
moves to the chain gang moving to the brink
rules are the same
game speak in doublethink
with the action based on guilt
holier than thou type thing
but you did your part
you gave your hundred bucks to NPR
you joined the co-op now
bought the hybrid car
switched to peace coffee
went to three rallies
then wiped your hands with sanitized solution
good deeds tallied
consumer movement seeking absolution
redesign the treadmill, still ain’t moving
desperately run in place
reapplied the laws of the bluest eye
and the made the truest shade of grey
so we truly fade away
like it or not you’re standing here stranded
you didn’t buy the tape and plastic
still copped the panic
you switched it up now you’re buying all organic
screaming save the planet
but you won’t even save your neighbor dammit
so where do we go
now that we know who’s paving the road
oh no no no
are you saving your soul
or braiding the rope that’s making you choke?
and so it goes
they throw the line our caustic
they’re rolling out the product
they hit you in your heart aiming for you pocket
you can’t ignore the profit
Michael Moore the topic
now tell me that your time is really all
that philanthropic
neon and strobe the eyes don’t go beyond the glow
they want to protest but lost the focus
it’s a cycle, no less
out of place, grotesque
step with cold flesh towards a cause with
warm breath
seeking comfort in the moment, missed the omen
everyone screaming change but rebuild it the same
new wording same adage, go ask Alice
grab your mallet, you better get ready to
earn your callous
the master’s tools will never dismantle the
master’s palace
so where do we go
now that we know who’s paving the road
oh no, no, no
are you saving your soul
or braiding the rope that’s making you choke?
and so it goes
they throw the line our caustic
they’re rolling out the product
they hit you in your heart aiming for you pocket
you can’t ignore the profit
Michael Moore the topic
now tell me that your time is really all
that philanthropic - Track Name: In My Sleep
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I dig my feet in deep
I make the rivers move
I wrote this in my sleep
this beat is…
they say it’s toil and reap
I play it win or lose
same as it ever was
last week I bumped into this dude I used to
go to school with
hadn’t seen him in a sec
said he moved around the way trying to make a name, all he made was a mess
this world like the weight around his neck
anyway, how you Sims?
where you going, where you headed,
where you been?
what direction you in, have you been with the wind at your back?
are you still laying tracks? still playing with fire?
has it burnt you back?
still carrying that old axe? I thought you’d bury that
are you still going in the same circle in the state where it rains purple
is it working, was it worth it, what you earning, slow burner?
you know I heard you had a taste of the
charmed life,
what’s your ego and karma like?
tell me what’s it like from that height,
you thought it was right when you left us behind?
I’m still here locked in the same old spot
same old slate and chalk and the rain that washes
I told him ain’t no stopping man, push that rock
I dig my feet in deep
I make the rivers move
I wrote this in my sleep
this beat is…
they say it’s toil and reap
I play it win or lose
same as it ever was
the same life in stage light ain’t as bright
when it’s you
ain’t they nice when they like what you’re doing?
the same love that they lust and they want
but can’t touch
they judge through the hush, keep on moving
the same life in stage light ain’t as bright
when it’s you
ain’t they nice when they like what you’re doing?
the same love that they lust and they want
but can’t touch
through the rush or the hush, keep on moving - Track Name: When It Rolls In
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when it rolls in it will break you down
it will roll in and leave nothing in its wake
and when it rolls in it will break you down
so how much can you take?
from here the birds seem so full of grace, so full of finesse
but they’re just like the rest, surviving the storms
that’s the song they’re humming up
these days are fleeting but the song is beaming
and they sing with all the spirit they summon up
and the ugliness never leaves, true enough
that’s the beauty and the pain that’s coming up
and all I’ve learned is that it never ends, buckle up
so I’m getting better at building that rubble up
and the clouds rolling in, thunder rumbles up
the warm mist kisses my face while I’m looking up
the wind whips through the nest, it ain’t took enough
then the drips hit my chest and I scream
let the rain pour down on me
let the rain pour down on me
let the rain pour down on me,
and for the first time in my life I believe it’s okay
through the mouth of the pliers
the birds on a wire sing so desperately
and it brings you to your knees
it gets so painful, it’s okay though
let the rain fall
let it wash away
it’s okay
it’s not if but how it will break you down
and how attached you are to that shaky ground
will you let it take you to where it wants you to be?
when the wings are too heavy to fly
and there’s no refuge in sight
the ones who will survive will be brave enough to stare it back in the eye
through the mouth of the pliers
the birds on a wire sing so desperately
and it brings you to your knees
it gets so painful, it’s okay though
let the rain fall
let it wash away
it’s okay
when the storm comes it might take you, it might break you
let it break, let it break, let it break
it’s okay
it gets so painful, it’s okay though
let the rain fall
let it wash away
it’s okay - Track Name: Good Times
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the future’s looking bright
and wouldn’t I be exactly what it’s looking like
you can get it if you get it right, damn right
I’ve never felt so alive
I’m all guts, let the glory catch up
you’re small cuts
self-applied catchup
what a mess
vain tragic broken-hearted self-absorbed
no magic, look at you, boo hoo
makes me so fucking bored, let’s move
I’m on the new shit, that shit that you
producing is so oh four
I can rap circles around you with my
eyes wide closed
my flow hydro, live show mind-blown
now you know how it goes, let’s go
the future’s looking bright
and wouldn’t I be exactly what it’s looking like
you can get it if you get it right, damn right
I’ve never felt so alive
for the good times
altimeter so high, living up my life
loving it like it might leave tomorrow
the minutes are finite, the time is borrowed
no limit no telling what I might do
wild card like Charlie Day
wild style like Crazy Legs
I don’t play the game, I change the game
are y’all okay?
the world keeps turning
the future is coming
if you want it got to earn it
no running
but instead of moving your legs you
move your mouth
still nothing new to say
got to move to shake
got to pull your weight
no time to waste come on get down
the future’s looking bright
and wouldn’t I be exactly what it’s looking like
you can get it if you get it right, damn right
I’ve never felt so alive
you don’t fuck with lions
even when they’re eyeing we hear silence
or you get the riot
I am a giant, even when I ain’t trying
I keep it stupid hot,
hotter than your block in August when they holler officer down
we keep it booming ain’t no fronting allowed
hit em Beak, let me speak, we are beasts literally
let us eat or get the teeth, this is DT - Track Name: LMG
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I need someone a little stronger than a Suicide Girl in this do or die world
where the suicide rate has got me sitting sideways
high stakes, and two of us thinking that it’s
too much is too much
I need a girl about as bad as Badu
not just pissing off Daddy with those back tattoos
oh that’s you love? sitting at the pub
wondering when that drink is going to
swallow you up?
that’s why I love my girl
she makes me feel sexy, makes me feel warm, she makes me feel cool
that’s why I love my girl
she gives me that feeling sun up to evening, show down until high noon
run it back six months
Red Dragon, late night, full cup
girl from the corner store and I can hardly
stop the jaw from dropping
finally got my chance to see if I can make her laugh
but she pulled a couple Oxycodone out the
pockets of her cotton dress
swallowed a bottle now she hollowed a cockpit
eyes popping off like bottle rockets
pride and pills straight slipping down her hatch
damn, just when I thought I had a match, struck with another ball of wax
and I’m slipping out the back because
I can’t get down like that
rail drink chased with a rail, off the rails
alcohol hues and a mute aura
party girl you make me puke for you, who are you?
and maybe it’s the way you laying low
that ain’t no angel, she’s just playing in the snow
that’s why I love my girl
she makes me feel sexy, makes me feel warm,
she makes me feel cool
that’s why I love my girl
she gives me that feeling sun up to evening,
show down until high noon - Track Name: The Veldt
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this is The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell
liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt
The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell
all the signs read save your damn self
The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles
pigs and boars help themselves to more
this is the Veldt, home where we know the score
ringing bells, the angels singing send help
this is the place where we landed
where the drama is heavy handed
home of the heavy metal hand cannon
politicians bantering ban it
put their slogan on the banner
assessing the damage, never offering answers
around the avenue officers act like savages
but any animal ravenous in the face of famine
offer them eats during election season
grandstanding, pleasing, show the reach
of the pandering
there’s going to be an accident
but the ambulance was privatized
so you bled out by the time arrived
No handouts writes the jet in the sky
mercy on the seeds left behind
it’s over at helm, over diagnosed, over medicated
over sexed, overrun, all the boundaries overstepped
all for one is over now, waterboard art of war too overt
man overboard, over and out
this The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell
liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt
The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell
all the signs read save your damn self
The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles
pigs and boars help themselves to more
this is The Veldt, home where we know the score
ringing bells, the angels singing send help
live from the bottom, gasping for oxygen
the biggest fear here, dying anonymous
honest as open caskets, honor is out of fashion
Klonopin in the water, piranha management
all gummed up so numb, so cool
keep the schools without tools now the
aim is on you
the blades gaze through the haze and the fog
it’s all fair in the days of the brave and the dog
it just goes on and on, pray for the break of dawn
so we make love and song
keep mind and spirit strong
but when the summer is hot, the pistols pop
it’s murder for martyrdom--or someone
started some
and they’re going to clear the spot
wrong or not so we’re sliced in nice in the
year of the ox
keep it moving like the gears on the clock
birds of a feather flock
never knock, pick the lock, they’re licking shots up the block
and the strays ain’t always hitting clay pigeons
any day could be your last, grips with the flame in it
borrowed time, take minutes
and the air is so thick you could write
your name in it
the sharks will find you folly in the three card molly
it’s all yours if you play it right dolly
home of the locked doors, come and stay the night
but vultures feed on the weak and the brave alike
The Veldt, home where the wild things dwell
liquor stores on the corner make the plan felt
The Veldt, hell what the werewolves sell
all the sign read save your damn self
The Veldt swells, lions and gazelles
pigs and boars help themselves to more
this is The Veldt, all live and all right
ringing bells, the angels singing all night - Track Name: Weight
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stop wait a minute, get em get em
pull that weight from in em, drop that cynicism
take the weight off, take that weight off
take the weight off, take that weight off
you’re so cynical
thought you’d play a pivotal role
but instead you insist on digging that hole
now your soul just aches
your body wakes
taking all the weight
voice shaking like a shoddy tape
you use that crutch to hold you up
to hold you down
but I’ve seen that stroll around
you ain’t breaking no new ground
just hanging onto old luggage
digging for a gold nugget
if you missed the subject
hold up, let me slow it down
I wake up to staying positive
in the face of all that could point me opposite
honesty and openness the policy
yeah, there’s work to do
lay aside all that that is hurting you
one, two, maybe you don’t get this,
maybe you don’t listen no way no how
insistent on digging your own way out
well grab your shovel then, boy
stop wait a minute, get em get em
pull that weight from in em, drop that cynicism
take the weight off, take that weight off
take the weight off, take that weight off
the biggest struggle learning how to unbuckle that muzzle
drop that burden, stay hungry stay humble
jump that rope before it grabs you by the throat
makes you choke
now you know you’re in trouble
when your troubles make you crumble
too much weight in the jungle make you stumble
it’s a long road better learn to rock the uphill
and all these heavy things are weighing down
your everything
but how much weight you trying to bring on you when the levee springs
but you’d rather bleed than plead for help
better watch what you say
because evil things will feed inside the veldt
you can get it if you get it right, I mean
I dropped the load and left the weight
right behind me
stop wait a minute, get em get em
pull that weight from in em, drop that cynicism
take the weight off, take that weight off
take the weight off, take that weight off - Track Name: Radio Opaque
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you hear that sickly sound creeping through
that there vine?
you find the ticky-tacky taking up the air time
see it’s a fickle racket built by nickel snatchers
trick em like fashion, then pinning their
casket airtight
flavor of the month swimming deep through
the sea of sick
couldn’t feel the plastic if you stabbed me
with the needle tip
let them ego trip
so sick, money cash hoes
is that what your ethos is?
hey little rap star, rock star, narcissist,
how about a little self-respect?
what did you sell, what did you tell yourself
which piece of you sold to get that check?
how many songs about clubs and bottles,
drugs and murder can we take?
watch them climb and fall until the
vertebrae breaks out
Doomtree birds of prey, tell your city it’s
the takedown
this is radio opaque
leave them so sick, better call Saint James
this is radio opaque
in a transparent industry they’re looking so vain
so crisp and clean, so crystalline
Doomtree so thick we let them rip at the seams
fall from the web they got them in
and twist with the fact that their existence
is fraudulent
the sound is all rotten not to mention pretentious
no filter no taste call you Benson and Hedges
you took the stencil and traced the edges,
penciled in feathers
I heard the eighteenth letter and learned to
make that bird fly better
la di da di you can act like the Fonzie
but inside you’re Fozzy Bear, find a new hobby
duck the button-up-shirt-gluttons feeding
greedy mouths
we do it on our own and leave the majors
bleeding out
who you needing now? those numbers
don’t match mine
I flat-line the sign-on-the-black-line body
write rhymes and capsize the white-line-lobby
shit, don’t believe the hype man
this is radio opaque
leave them so sick, better call Saint James
this is radio opaque
in a transparent industry they’re looking so vain
what’s sick - Track Name: Sink Or Syncopate
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I got a friend who says the end is near
there ain’t no time to hold back
and he’s feeling good today might smoke the whole pack
eight fifteen and we’re waiting for the bus
then Jake tells me he ain’t waiting for nothing
missed too much
all the running and franticness for who for what?
he said I don’t get them folks, they just fit like spokes, I just drift like smoke
so to the breeze I go, flow like them concrete roads, roll, I just do my thing
I cleared my throat and said okay but know
what you throw
everything boomerangs
he said save the ten cent zen-isms for the
dopes in the circus tent
time is the only thing permanent and its looking late my friend
so here we are surviving in the city’s vacant ends
where the wild things are and the pavement ends
we say come what may one hundred percent
here we are looking lost today
trying to find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt
and the feeling of being washed away
you could swear the whole world’s a stage
another day in the masquerade
you can see both sides of their face
a day short and a dollar late
here we are looking lost today
trying to find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt
and the feeling of being washed away
the way the ache permeates
its sink or syncopate
i walk with you, you walk with me
you won’t find what you want but you’ll
find what you need
hard land, heartland, speeding the plow
grinding all day cops beating him down
big dreams someday he’s going to
reach new ground
but he’s smoking all day to even him out
we greet with a pound he’s like what up ock
ten to ten I’m up and down this block
I said why you let them rocks weigh down
your socks
then he looked at me and stopped
he said look at the ants doing the downtown dance
I vowed to God I’d never bow like that
this is what was left for me
call it entropy, glamorized relentlessly
this is what the white kids love to buy
but they turn a blind eye to the ugly side
no help I’ve mouths to feed
but you know, die on your feet on
live on your knees
it’s like a jungle sometimes, see how the
jackals can hide?
they even shackled our minds,
we grab the saddles and ride
on stitch at a time, make a wing from a
nickel and dime
side by side until we finally arrive
here we are looking lost today
trying to find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt
and the feeling of being washed away
you could swear the whole world’s a stage
another day in the masquerade
you can see both sides of their face
a day short and a dollar late
here we are looking lost today
trying to find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt
and the feeling of being washed away
the way the ache permeates
its sink or syncopate
i walk with you, you walk with me
you won’t find what you want but you’ll
find what you need
ten pm, whistle blowing, the day is growing dark
I met the homegirl SKS o the bridge at Loring Park
we stayed up late drinking, smoking,
talking backwards
laughing under a moon of alabaster
looking at downtown smiling
that bright battleship on the horizon
we talked about dying, legacy, infamy,
abandoned industry
feeling strangled, peoples angles
we spoke on angels, heaven and hell
while the church across the park rang
its twelve o’clock bells
and she sighed to herself, another day in the veldt
pulled the dagger from her hip and turned it in
scratched another notch in the cracked
leather on her belt
she took a pull of whiskey and said I’ll play
the hand I’m dealt
and I’m going to get there you know,
even if I have to put the feathers on myself
side by side one stitch at a time until we find it, over that line
we go side by side one stitch at a time until we
find it, over that line
here we are looking lost today, trying to
find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt and
the feeling of being washed away
washed away, washed away, washed away but we’re on our way - Track Name: Hey You
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even my kinfolk caught the syndrome
time dwindles, it’s that simple
read the signal, see the swindle
see the cycle turn like twelve inch vinyl single
treat a ceiling like a glass window
put it on smash like a crash symbol
and let what’s broke hit the ground
everybody get down
so get it, go get it
it’s all there for you no kidding
get it, go get it
if you want it don’t waste those minutes
get it, live it, until it’s finished
go get it ain’t nothing infinite
time keeps ticking and
the world keeps spinning
tomorrow ain’t promised
today’s just a visit
hey you, looking like you’re way past due
don’t let the days pass you
dedicate, make your way through that zoo
and the path you take got to pave that too
hey you, there’s those who want and those who do
push it until the screws come loose
got to draw that line, stand up high, pursue
and the end of your life how the time just flew
sounds like the message held true
too much and ain’t no Midas touch, so what it do?
I don’t believe in luck
I’m digging for fire until my time is up
how about you?
got to take that old and make that new
be that pin, push that round
go for yours there ain’t no time like now
everybody get down
so get it, go get it
it’s all there for you no kidding
get it, go get it
if you want it don’t waste those minutes
get it, live it, until it’s finished
go get it ain’t nothing infinite
time keeps ticking and
the world keeps spinning
tomorrow ain’t promised
today’s just a visit
hey you, looking like you’re way past due
don’t let the days pass you
be that pin, push that round, make that sound
everybody get down
before your time runs out
come on now, come on now
dig it up, hands in the ground
everybody get down
