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released 24 September 2013

Written by: Mr. J. Medeiros, Stro Elliot (- Guest Spots)
Produced by: Stro Elliot (Trk 4 w/ Logan)

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Track Name: Foreword
Foreword

[Verse 1] Mr. J. Medeiros
Through the blogs mags flossed out tags
Music will cost you exhaust you leave you lost with no bags
Meaning you back where you started from
Rapping aint an art to some
They bar you from the fast track
Scar you when they laugh at
An artisan disregarded when the mind and heart is one
To pen a rhyme they want a pantomime I mean a harlequin
Alcoholic pimp pusher prostituting mics
Man I have to call it quits when it convolutes the light

[Verse 2] Stro Elliot
Stand for the overture, how bout a more mature attempt
At making a mark, for a start
I beg your pardon, I'm off
My own target, I lost faith in a market
I bought cake and it's awful
I'm taught, take when it's offered
It cost, a stomach ache and a loss
Of good taste and for what
Name on a side of a truck?
They never bother with us
Until we bothering that dollar they trust
One follower at a time for bout a dollar and up

[Verse 3] Mr. J. Medeiros
Through the radio schemes scenes and T.V. screens
You see a payday don’t mean streams will see these jeans
You can tell by my outfit I aint selling out quick
Shame I blame the name that they can’t spell or pronounce yet
It’s Mr. J. Medeiros if you can huh then you can hear this
Not who I was or I appear as
Fear has the many viewing mirrors in masks
Half full or half empty still you need a clear glass

[Verse 4] Stro Elliot
Pick a lane, put your name inside of the game pool
But watch these moderators they don't follow the same rules
Between a rock and a hard place and i can't choose
I'm tryin to find a documented receipt for these paid dues
I made room, inside of a box but I can't move
Lookin for that Parker Lewis life where I can't lose
A synchronized watch with a pocket of earned profit
I'm awfully worried? Stop it I'm not, I'll learn something watch me
Track Name: The Fringe
The Fringe

[Verse 1 Stro Elliot:]
Disillusional fool stuck in menial moonstruck museums
Seeing nothing but the back of a tool truck
Believing I could fix somethin, gon' get somethin boy now fetch that
Cheese on top of that mouse trap, but we ain't no clown rats
We built this city on sound tracks
And drive the locomotives around that
Promoters and town reps, claim to have a stake in it all yet
They only place a stake when the ground's wet
They sit and clap for this custodian rap music
And use it for amusement and lack the means to do it
In jest, throw a nickel in the hat as a gesture
Court of a couple kings showing their rings to jesters
And bet money they bleed before they leave get relieved
Of these things, out of need not of greed you breed theives
And blame us, offering a piece of that fame
But, the owners of the masters became us
So now what.

[Hook:]
What's that
We want a little
They want it all
They gonna get it
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
What's that
I want a little
They got it all
I'm gonna get it

[Verse 2 Mr. J. Medeiros:]
I got'em stuck off the purchase price
Hustling a verse that's twice that of the worth
Of any corny rappers merchandise
They outta luck and couldn't work the dice
Bustin' through the surface ice
Must've been they trusted in the worst advice

[Stro Elliot:]
That folklore the broke where a yoke for
That's choking these throats sore with hope'd for's
Closed doors and glass ceilings
Asked to mask feelings
With a flask half full of that trash and bad dealings

[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
Villains get made when the minimum wage is
Lower than the minim for living these days its
No wonder why these kids in a daze

[Stro Elliot:]
They out number the rich

[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
But on the fringe living criminal ways

[Stro Elliot:]
Not on the hinge where the pendulum sways
From these towers

[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
These cowards who bleed these hours to feed powers
Ain't a thug I believe in

[Stro Elliot:]
Drug I could breath in

[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
Strong enough to beat this love for reason
When everything I've heard is perverted
I preserve my words from absurd and blurred verdicts
The curb servants see her skirted inside the moon light
Flirting with goons burning spoons
See how the fumes bite
Streets like a balloon fight
Eatin' with two teeth got two blue feet that don't move right
Extortion when rappers glorify this misfortune
I abhor the lies that walk the line of distortion
Get your check voided paying respects
To get you exploited

[Stro Elliot:]
Wept for it they faced death and traded sex for it

[Mr. J. Medeiros:]
Explore it see the text get exported
See we ignorant no contest or context for it
Ignore it
Play it loud and vicarious
Too important to be proud in all carelessness
Some blame rappers but I blame their fans
They both making a name off the chains of man

[Hook:]
What's that
We want a little
They want it all
They gonna get it
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
What's that
I want a little
They got it all
I'm gonna get it
Track Name: Today feat. Shad
Today

[Verse 1: Mr. J. Medeiros]
New self he just wanna be a whole person
Old self found cursing him for soul searching
Other self writing poems on how the world hurt him
Too close to home he gotta hold it down in third person
Now who’s the first person I’m saying I Am
Give me a second and you will know why I’m dammed
It’s in the record our youth and every blind hand
Our recollection of truth within our time span
Cus when you add am you just attach you
Build a bank, build a church, build a statue
Build up rank, Bilderberg, fill up that shoe
With one foot in the grave is how it has you
The one you couldn’t save now how is that true
No one stood in the way of having that fruit
It’s 11:28 I mean in Mathew
They say we gotta go back
But what we got to go back too

[Hook:]
Today

[Verse 2 - Stro Elliot]
I used to say that by the age of 31 I'll be long
Long gone from here, far away from the year
That I decided I would live a live a life divided and clear
Of any threat or danger aiming at my life or career
Some call it fear and a prison I barely fit in It's true
Who am I kidding I've been hiding in my tiny igloo
Outside it's frigid, but it's life, and I ain't living it right
Without some cuts and bruises
I blew a life with Susan, I was afraid of moving
Too fast, and out of a situation that I was cool with
Now maybe I should do it, but now she's married stupid
Blame it on being young timid or maybe clueless
But 31 came and went with very little improvement
What am I left to do with the rest of my time breathing
I'm leaving Las Vegas without a gamble I'm breaking even
I kept the dice and this seven eleven that I'm squeezing
Got me thinking of dreaming
Or Dreaming, of leavin

[Hook:]
Today

[Verse 3 - Shad]
Yeah this got a nice sound
And this is real life not a lifestyle brand
No nikes - I'mma just do it
Right now
Im in the booth
And it's kinda like a fight how
Im saying hit me with the beat up
Knock the lights out
I fight doubts like bouts
Spitting live rounds
No grill and still what comes out the guy's mouth
Is brilliant as the rings on a king or a viscount
Im feeling like a million
Little children singing
In the building when
My quill pen is spillin
In the moment not beholden to past
Gotta let it go
Not talking forever-ever cuz ya never know
And life ain't a bed of roses, it's a ebb and flow
And one spectacular spectacle
Til youre head to toe medically deaded
Bless the show til the credits rolls
Check it: procussions/shad k make the record dope
Track Name: On A Mountain feat. Logan
On A Mountain

[Hook:]
I'm stuck on a mountain
Only way down is up
In the sky
Not coming down until I'm done

[ Verse 1 Mr. J. Medeiros]
Girl, have you ever been told it's a pipe dream
Cus you never won gold and it might seem
That your feathers won't show in the right scene
When the weather goes cold and the lightning
Is the only bright thing you have in this night
Sing for the dream you have
When you would write things in the palm of your hand
Is it like wings to the arms of your plans
Aint it frightening when you standing in the circle of a light beam
And the camera aims to hurt you in their sightings
And a man is trying to serve you up a white stream
Do you follow with your noes or do the right thing
When they hand you new clothes and a hype team
And demand new lows in them tight jeans
When your friends and your foes look alike think
Of the hand you hold and keep fighting

[Hook:]
I'm stuck on a mountain
Only way down is up
In the sky
Not coming down until I'm done
With this mountain
I can see it so clear
Until them I'm here stuck on a mountain

[ Verse 2 Stro Elliot]
He said.....
Ugh.....another one of these songs
gonna tell me how I'm living this life wrong?
Nah youngin even though I ain't quite grown
I done seen the dimmest star shine when the night's on
The road gets rough, turn them brights on
both eyes on the sky when the flight's long
you feel like your energy's to fight's gone
everyday a brand new beginning just like dawn
You'll never see the world if you stay home
the earth's much bigger than your front lawn
Yeah....and you can feel safe from afar
but you'll never get far till the dice rolls
might get a little dirt on your new clothes
dust that get it off your back then move on
it really doesn't matter where you from
game recognize game even if you lose some

[Hook:]
I'm stuck on a mountain
Only way down is up
In the sky
Not coming down until I'm done
With this mountain
I can see it so clear
Until them I'm here stuck on a mountain
Like a beautiful sundown
That's how I come down
With a message for all
Not a treacherous fall
But a glorious call
Track Name: Badges feat. ¡MAYDAY! and Phoenix Troy
Badges

[Verse 1] Mr. J. Medeiros
He’s an attack charmer in black armor
Call him the guardian
Who stacks karma with a knack for drama
A hardhearted man
Cardigan father bothered the bar again
The night prior started a riot
Fired for targeting the students
Masked in prudence brutally bruised him
They youtube’d him
So even the affluent could view him
Felon or cop he’s milking the spot
Selling the pelted with rocks story
To cover the gory
And the yelling to stop
Surely they got it and understood it
The plot wooded
Could it be the block stood in it hooded
And shot footage
While he took shots at a good kid
Who fought still
Taught to foot a bill but he wouldn’t
It’s a bon fire when you baton a child in line tired
Of being conned fired withdrawn and blind sided
And gone with a sign on the lawn
It’s non-violent but warned
You in the eye of the storm
That U N I formed

[Hook:] Phoenix Troy
Whatcha Whatcha Whatcha want
I guess you’re funny with that badge that you flaunt
So where’d you get your information from huh
Where’d you get your information from huh

[Verse 2] Bernz
Live in a world without heroes
Living without ethos
Doin what I gotta so I'm protecting my peoples
Who sellin more kilos? Who really bandidos?
Who's really gone reload a clip and then face evil?
I hate a pigs ego
Thinkin they see all
But never seen below
I'm writing some new credo's
See absolute power corrupts all the nino's
Who's really gone save us from us with no zero's
Money for freedom see them scramble for quota's
And motive's I'm an Iota fedora to cover face for em
Cuz they know I know em I went to school with a couple
Even chiefed with chief at the beach on the humble
Under every warmonger's a scared lil f**ker
Either that or hunger runnin the beasts and bloodsuckers
And ask Mrs. Tucker whether she seen a few in the struggle
In the bubble only fear exists in hot summers
Just another number slumber and death can come love ya
I'm bust a flare in the District of Columbia
Whens it's all said and done bacon cooks on pavement
And my black friends shook to even drive the north end
Its real

[Hook:] Phoenix Troy
Whatcha Whatcha Whatcha want
I guess you’re funny with that badge that you flaunt
So where’d you get your information from huh
Where’d you get your information from huh

[Verse 3] Wrekonize:
Snapped outta my daydream to flashing red wattage
Pulled over baked beans knocking on my cottage
With a glazed eye gaze and a smirk that was satanist
Playing mind games with him
To ease all my patience it's
Getting insane
They way treat us in vain
My cynicism's been stained
By they chromed out pimp cane
Disperse pepper spray in 5 new flavors
Then they all Chris Angel what they say to newspapers
New electric boogaloo tazer on kill
Gimme another excuse to chew this place is unreal
Conceal true feelings now at first that kinda seemed great
But silence keeps the violence vibrant in this here police state
Long live the Pros for Beats sake
The memories my keep sake
Until they try to each take
A piece of me away and lock it up in evidence
It's evident my efforts in these 20 bars are better spent
Trying to stay in front of bars running from their f**king cars
Undercover sucka squads beating me with rubber laws
Gauze wrapped around another brothers jaws
While We Suffer hard corrupt is stuck at large

[Hook:] Phoenix Troy
Whatcha Whatcha Whatcha want
I guess you’re funny with that badge that you flaunt
So where’d you get your information from huh
Where’d you get your information from huh
Track Name: Insomnia
Insomnia

[Verse 1 Mr. J. Medeiros]
My lady by my side I got my arm on her
The night is like my mistress and she don’t like what this is
If she did I’d get along with her
Her body burns into that night fire
Set up camp so I can write by her
Hoping there’s a chance I can do right by her
Sometimes the hurt in me is so consuming
I loose myself in the security of false illusions
Until I slip into that bed
With my eyes up at the ceiling and my arm under her head
Thanking God for every feeling
Even those that went dead
At night they come alive and fight inside my head
Did I really think I was going to rap forever
My mistress she breaks the day
I hear her say now put that back together
What am I fighting for can’t tell tonight from the night before
All I know is that I’ve been writing more
My lady’s eye’s could steal the might from Thor
When their open she got me broken
Like I have never seen the light before
But they are closed now so I am closed down
Back to the unrest protest and being hosed down
Questions in my mind they echo in this ghost town
What is hers and what is mine nobody knows now

[Hook:]
Questions in my mind they echo in this ghost town
What is hers and what is mine nobody knows now
Two alone one awake writing these flows down
We make the most noise when there is no sound

[Verse 2 Mr. J. Medeiros]
I wonder if in death I’ll be forgiven
For the times I never gave my best when I was living
Maybe it’s odd but I’m afraid of God
So many hurt me in His name
Shame I don’t know who to blame it on
Waste of time trying to find them
The fear is my own
Space and time facing the sky
Where is the line drawn
And if I find it will I know which side that I’m on
To many times I picked a side and they said I’m wrong
But these are bye gones and I am lying on my bed
Like a lion on the lawn with a fire in my head
And this iron in my palm writing songs
For every day short there is a night long
Insomnia my lady by my side and I am armed with her
My mistress see’s the dawn and knows that I’ll be gone with her
By morning the skies forming wanting me to lie with her
I touch my ladies thigh and hope that God will let me die with her

[Hook:]
Her eyes are closed now so I am closed down
Back to the unrest protest and being hosed down
Questions in my mind they echo in this ghost town
What is hers and what is mine nobody knows now

Two alone one awake writing these flows down
We make the most noise when there is no sound
Track Name: December
December

[Verse 1] Mr. J. Medeiros
In my of gods and girls days
I was at odds with how those girls played
Many betrayed with a facade to have it her way
Ladies love it the way we covet name your puppet
James or Bobby same old hobby blaming the pulpit
For the tenants of freewill we’re meant to be equal
In street intelligence and our propensity for evil
Begging for her acceptance in my repentance
For every man that ever sinned her though I was sentenced
To do the sacrifice to please so I ask if I’m naïve
Though it’s true that in the past I wasn’t half of nice with eve
I had advice to leave but I thought I had to lead
So I dragged us through the sadness thinking I had to believe
Leaves used to cover our shame how the colors have changed
When only one for the other remains what’s thunder and rain
But a poor metaphor a door with a knock and a box on the floor
Full of things I’d forgotten before it got rotten
Spring summer and fall and now I’m not him
Her wings summoned it all see how the plot thins
I think under it all I saw the topspin the way I dropped in
And couldn’t bounce back in 2004 I wrote the soundtrack
It’s where I found that strength to break through
And for that pain I thank you

[Hook]
We couldn't see it through the fire, fire
We couldn't see it over our heads, not yet
We couldn't see it through the fire, fire
She was so cold
She was so cold

[Verse 2] Stro Elliot
I run the risk
I run the risk of sounding bitter on this verse
Reminded of a time I shed a tear over this skirt
See this is too heavy
Already calling you out of your name, ain't that funny?
Ain't thought about you in years, and here I'm still running
Trying to get away from the adolescence you took from me
Here's what I'll do honey
I'll change your name to something random for the sake of the song
Hmmm let's call you Shelly
A Name you hated.
It's petty ain't it? But a perfect illustration of this love we painted
By the numbers, and I wonder why we couldn't see it
In frame, but out of focus, this scene void of emotion
What's my motivation?
Is that your body or manipulation?
"Hey, let me pay for that darling" triggered the revelation
But I'm in love right
Or maybe young and quite oblivious
To love and what it's really supposed to look like
Till that December night...
5 minutes later, I never would have noticed that other man's busted tail light
Running that stop sign to escape, I should have followed suit
I quickly ran out of cards and ceased to follow you
But I ain't angry at all, and that's the honest truth
These women in my cellular phone provide the final proof
Shelly...
My inspiration, my muse, my excuse
My explanation for excess, my next you
Track Name: Modern Warfare feat. Jonathan Korszyk
Modern Warfare:

[Verse 1] Stro Elliot
So you want a revolution huh?
Left turn sign up over this way
Right turn to the masses
About face to the firearm display
Better make up your mind, you ain't got time better get your coat
She got lines that'll cut your throat
Release that pain on a branded note
A sip of that wine might calm her, disarm her
What's that pointed at your armor?
A vindictive attempt to eliminate signs that she might attack your honor
She ain't never laid a finger on you
And you ain't never laid a finger on her
But these words, these words burn tears on that Estee Lauder
Cry, and it's over later
Tried but it's overweight and
Find that it's harder to make it back, once that map is faded
She hollers. you holler
Now look at this turn we've taken
A 4 letter word choked by another 4 letter word use your imagination
Neither one of them listening, but it sinks in to that distant silence
Delayed reaction violent
This day defeats that promise
Forever you, forever me gone beyond our reach
Release that gun, or release that need to release that death in the form of speech


Hook:
I'm dying today
From this cold war we're fighting
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
Now it's too late
T change my target now, I'll watch you die
With me
With me


[Verse 2] Stro Elliot
The future of this world in dire
Straight shooter on a roof sets his sight on a target
A killer in his own right
A father of two and a birthright
Inherited discourse
Like "what did I have these kids for?"
I'ma tell him this too when he gets four
Will he get sore?
Or will he get more angry than I did
Good, have a life kid
Get a house and a dog and a wife then
Have one of your own then right this down
When he gets older recite this
Tell him when he gets mad act like this
Let him figure out this is what life is
Disappointment around you
Hate from another hate what it all comes down to


Hook:
I'm dying today
from this cold war we're fighting
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
Now it's too late
To change my target now, I'll watch you die
With me
With me
Track Name: Iron Vox
Iron Vox

[Verse 1 Mr. J. Medeiros]
You can’t trust a rhyme
Take a young rapper’s head from his mustard spine
See’m hanging on the ledge wonder’n what’s the line
Need a “Q” aint nobody said cut this time
I see through it like the bullet hitting Custer’s mind
Beat the truth out a bully leave a busted eye
Like I was McFly try to cut the pie
Break a tooth on the crust kid lose your bicuspid
I’m out the trunk and all jewels are trusted
You out to lunch and your fools are rusted
You a tool a husk who must choose a ruler
Who you trust the new or old schooler knew the rules
Were made by those who only use the laws
To get paid off those ruled applause
So if the rebel and renegade must get paid off rap
Hm, marinate on that

[Hook]
This that hardcore, that real
it's that medication that heals
I make that ghetto music they feel
I got that alternate for that pill
They want that

[Verse 2 Stro Elliot]
You got alot of belief in his stanza to become the answer
The antidote in a man's hands demands
A little more than a couple of lines on this beat
Nice watch, you get it from that speech?
Find your teacher ,the poet ,the preacher
take notes when the ticket is sold for this feature
The prophet who done profited a fortune
He's pro life on his own life's abortion
Highly competitive, morally relevant, benevolent
But negative when he clocks out
Beware when he taps out
The choke hold, count below four
For no dough? He ain't feeling it no more
Cut the ribbon but cut the check
Nurse, can a man make medicine out of a sick verse?
Beats, rhymes, and life, but life first
My mic it sounds nice but it might just hurt ya

[Hook]
This that hardcore, that real
it's that medication that heals
I make that ghetto music they feel
I got that alternate for that pill
They want that

[Verse 3 Stro Elliot]
I'ma laugh at the face they brand
To take another lap in the race they planned
A villain in a mask, a leash on a lamb
To keep that relevant truth from a man
This fella got a wired heart
A night in dark, he shoots with a liars dart
Aimed at a mired art
I'ma I'ma

[Verse 4 Mr. J. Medeiros]
I’ma hack at that passé caste system
With a class A craft till the last victim of the math
Division in a graft decisions on a path for dominion
I’m a blast
This ghetto with a giant Sharp
A lion’s heart defiant with my iron box
Fire from the Krylon top with my style on wild
And my dial on Rock
Can’t stop pariah beat the block till it pops
Be to mock your sire be a notch in my Hi Tops
Cops for hire try to stop me
But can’t make me drop my pliers
Gonna crop you wires if you’ll not retire
We are not inspired we are not admires
If your eyes ears and mouths are not the wiser
You an idolizer
Track Name: Track 10
Track 10

[Verse 1] Mr. J. Medeiros
Track 10 got your mind like bang
Talking bout a 10 not a 9 like bang
Your back wanna boom like the boom wanna a rang
Till you hear it back like a boom a rang
Talking boutta bang but you know you gotta pop
Cus if it don’t bang it aint ever gone pop
You see I gotta grand so they call me grandpops
You aint gotta grand so they call you grandnot

I go hard like things that go hard
Think of things that go hard I go hard like that
Track 10 posted up on your blog like that
You see that post up see that yall like that

I’ma drive in my car like vroom
See me driving by in my car like vroom
People wanna ride but I aint got room
They see me in my ride cus I play that boom
Now blame that vroom when I vroom right passed them
But I got one two many vrooms if you ask them
But I got 122 on the dash and
I’m gonna run these 22’s right passed them

I get cash like people who get cash
See people who get cash I get cash like that
Track 10 You know I gotta stash like that
You can’t even grow a mustache like that

[Verse 2 Stro Elliot]
Cheddar cheese on my linguini
Pigs in a blanket with them little weenies
My watch cold, ice creamy
Coco pop like shimmy shimmy
Bird chest I don't need a shirt
White cap white pants like a swag Smurf
Bleep Bleep nanoo nanoo in my UFO
Yup, but I'm still getting paper though
Yum, I got a Cup o' Noodles
Call me the dog catcher cause I'm cleaning up your doo doo
Bulldogs dumping on them all white poodles
Turn a Lady Ga Ga to a Ga Ga Goo Goo
Tricks like parlor, prick like barb wire
Binks binks Jar Jar, space like Star Wars
You want to hang like this
Have you ever played a grown man's game like this?
iI goes......
Track Name: Phantasm feat. 20Syl
Phantasm

[Verse 1] Stro Elliot
Look baby I'm a star, a city full of billboards
You know who we are in a place many would kill for
Portable lifestyle, right now leaving on a flight
Even though tonight, I ain't gonna sleep for 3 days running
I'm burning that midnight oil and I'm not complaining
They saying that I'm so spoiled that i got
3 candles and a watch
Payment for 30 hours of entertainment
Tonight, I feel famous
But, tomorrow this pain they tell me ain't important
Got me feeling out of order, I ain't bleeding I ignore it
See I really can't afford it
Gotta play with no insurance, got a quarter tank of gas in my '98 accord
I ain't poor, but really
I ain't shopping for much, honestly I'm not
Rolling monopoly boardwalk property
You name it, I've done it
And if you want it it'll cost you
More than it ought to
They say it's the life

[Hook:]
You see me now
it's a living, it's a hard life
and it's alright, but you gotta
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
you see the lights
they shine brighter when they're on
when they turn em' off
you gotta get on
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go

[Verse 2] 20Syl
On dit qu'il est né dans un cocon, le cul calé dans du coton,
qu'il a pris du galon sans talent ni talon d'Achille
qu'il le bras long et la réputation d'un frelon d'Asie
qu'il a vite pris le melon 20syl
Allons ! tu crois vraiment qu'le soir j'emballe une ou deux belles au bois ?
Et qu'au petit matin je chie des oeufs de Beluga
J'la joue pas mélodrame, mais gars tu crois quoi ?
Qu'suis là depuis trois mois et qu'j'ai la gold de lady gaga?
Tu t'égares t'as pris du bois pour du métal
Tu crois que je suis là où tu n'es pas, du névada ou du népal,
Tu m'vois déjà balle dans le crâne ou comme une épave
Ca m'est égal.
J'suis le même con que celui que tu aimes
donc lève ton canon, ton verre, qu'on trinque
On a les mêmes ponts, la haine qu'on traine
contre X ou Y, et les mêmes contraintes.

[Hook:]
You see me now
it's a living, it's a hard life
and it's alright, but you gotta
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
you see the lights
they shine brighter when they're on
when they turn em' off
you gotta get on
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go

[Verse 3] Mr. J. Medeiros
Never laugh at a dreamer whether your grass is as green
Or your passage is clean or clear it has to be seen
Nor should you covet your neighbor when your chucks are your tailor
And your truck needs a trailer to make a buck you gotta shut up
And get started cutting your neighbors lawns it aint a favor
Who yawns at getting paper when them greens
Be buying them greens you seem to favor
It means you need to labor no plan B’s get up off your damn knees
Unless you a man seeking his Savior then stand please
And take what you can from a land that don’t hand things
Freely to those who understand these never forget
Clever is death when you were burdened by the treasure you left
Measure your steps with integrity some people need celebrities
Some people need the meds that these people feed to their pedigrees
The Beatles singing “let it be” will let them be them
If every man has got a melody well let it be penned

[Hook:]
You see me now
it's a living, it's a hard life
and it's alright, but you gotta
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
you see the lights
they shine brighter when they're on
when they turn em' off
you gotta get on
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
Track Name: The Drum feat. Blame One
The Drum

[Intro 1] Mr. J. Medeiros
I got a ringing in my ear
From banging on a drum all these years

[Intro 2] Stro Elliot
I got a ringing in my ear
From banging on a drum all these years

[Intro 3] Mr. J. Medeiros
Conscious rap is a gimmick
Are you conscious of that
You sell an ominous black cloud
They’ll promise to act now
Kids just be honest and rap

[Intro 4] Stro Elliot
Wow, is that your meaning of a rap song?
You talk loud say nothin' what 's that for
Krypton or clark
Green or Bill Bixby
Who let ya'll in without a key you sissys

[Verse 1] Mr. J. Medeiros
I’m the straw man arsonist
Are all men narcissists
Monsanto’s needing more land to plant arsenic
Big pharma with pig farmer
See how they dig karma
Put a lid on ya mute ya suit ya
Kamasutra future with a fruit ya aint use ta
Truth aint the truth it use ta be man
Damn right I’m angry
Cause this Ayn Rand fans
Got a hand that aint ever fiend the pipe as a baby
Military conquest millions in a contest
Stub-born children I mean literally armless
Some learned to win but then it killed them in their conscience
Love burns within until you spill it’s very contents
Name now what’s a name with no consequence
Shame they say the blame is in our confidence
Change they say it never knows constant
Them chains been the same since the taming of the continent

[Hook:]
Put up, what up
Bo Bo Bo
Suckas wanna flow but they got no show
So drop that, low end
Hands up, show them
Stand up, throw them
Fists in the air now
Hold them up
Hold them up
Hold them up
Fists in the air now
Hold them up

[Verse 2] Stro Elliot
I'm more Frank Zappa than Frank White in a limousine
A leaner Peter Griffin comedian in a scene with 20 actors
Romantic comedy drama action types
I'm laughing like
"Oh you must be doing this for practice right?"
Oh you're professional?
Nah. I know what a rapper's like
Authentic and raw with a Lion sized appetite
Ya'll fall flat and start actin like a rhyming N'domukong Sue
You blame me, I blame you ooh
An NFL reference, Must mean that I'm a man that shoots deer
And drinks six beers for breakfast
Nah. couldn't be further from the truth
A word concerning you
Some of you rappers need to move further from the booth
And learn to turn that noose into a tourniquet removing
Circulation from that part of the brain exaggeration moves
My diagnosis? your dialogue is appalling
Take 2 of these when your falling
Never call me in the morning I'm sleep

[Hook:]
Put up, what up
Bo Bo Bo
Suckas wanna flow but they got no show
So drop that, low end
Hands up, show them
Stand up, throw them
Fists in the air now
Hold them up
Hold them up
Hold them up
Fists in the air now
Hold them up

[Verse 3] Blame One
I be the blame first number to the right of zero
I got the sight to steer you, no hype or hero and despite dinero,
Coming and going I perfected my flowing fluently.
Mobb with the Procussions, there's nothing you can do to me.
You or me?, I usually kill it about two to three,
Barz in. Your sparing with arson. Tom foolery.
Snatch up all your jewelry and hand it to the homeless.
My condolence to your raps I body bag is just a bonus.
Labels wanna own us, we could never be a sound slave.
Walking down the path that I paved upon the ground laid,
Years ago. With many years to go, cheers so here's to those!
Peeps that persisted, don't get it twisted I'm here to grow.
Time is never over till the most high decides it is.
Think I'm getting weak or at my peak? I be surprising kids.
Sliding lids back, vibing as I spit raps
Switch back to writing graff and cats be like "he did that?"

[Hook:]
Put up, what up
Bo Bo Bo
Suckas wanna flow but they got no show
So drop that, low end
Hands up, show them
Stand up, throw them
Fists in the air now
Hold them up
Hold them up
Hold them up
Fists in the air now
Hold them up
Track Name: DNA
DNA

[Verse 1] Stro Elliot
There I was about less than a year old
According to the story that my mother told
She couldn't get her little boy to sleep
Till my father put that Ronnie Laws record on repeat
The beginning of a love affair that I chose
To keep hidden till my grandfather exposed
The love letters he would find every week
In a laugh, in a dance, in a nod to the beat
Yup, this one is a leader
The 1st chair drummer tri-toms with the feet up
Somebody told me bout a rap song turn the beat up
I'ma need her, that Baum Applebaum that Bonita
The lunchroom table got applause, and the teacher in the hall
Made a call saying, "ya'll need to meet up"
We all got together in the Fall Pangaea
It all fell apart when the summertime freed up
The otherwise dedicated guys from the lunch line
Started looking at me like naw nevermind
Well that's it, can't perform without a line-up
My brother telling me that I should still sign up
He put his money on a studio recording
Back then so important, even though we didn't know it then
So hey brother, when that child starts yawning
I'ma play a lullaby and put them headphones on him


[Verse 2] Mr. J. Medeiros
Aint had a dime at the month of nine
In my mind I see my Mom when I hunt for lines
Punching time at a Gessi’s at a time when them penny’s
Combined don’t add much to a family of five
Said I was barely alive had to burry the knives cut me out
Whatchu know about carrying lives
Out of doubt and needing chances
Aint seeing advances my Parents stance was these stamps aint the answer
Momma braved through it but her head was pained after
Got a brain tumor but they said it aint cancer
Father gave to us the Word obey master
Honesty and truth are the words that came after
Honor for the troops he’s a military man
Taught the skill of every hand must be paid for, crafted
It’s in my name why the fame aint matter
It’s a family thing being a day old rapper
It’s the hands that it brings like the Saints in old chapters
Together in sync like the paintings in old chapels
Press on the ink I’m playing these old samples
Blessings that link old days to new sad ones
Happy to have them saving my thoughts
From the day that they bought that album and gave me that box
I was playing the King of Rock like the king of the block
Not knowing they had to save for the things that I got
Track Name: Shouts
Shouts

[Background] Stro Elliot
You you out to you
You you out to you

[Verse 1] Mr. J. Medeiros
I want to give a big shout to everybody who supported our Indiegogo Campaign
Yall made this record possible
Thank you very much
So we’re going to get into these shouts right here
Make sure everyone knows we appreciate them
If we missed you
Give me a call

Alright
I want to give a shout to the family out in Colorado
The Medeiros’s
In Rhode Island
The D’Abroscas
Out in France the Verts
In Milwaukee the Robersons
All my Colorado fam
Q, Nate Travis, Chris Church, Luke Atencio, Ben Ashe. Josh Abeyta, The Ross Brothers
Seth Lockard, Tim Gladfelter, Jason Gaulden, Kris Harlow, Brad Abyeta, Loui Iantorno,
Corine Hawkins, Candace Bachara, Gary Bates, Amada Reyes, Uh…

Another shout to the friends and musical family, Solomon Vaugn, Rez, Reese, Ali Shaheed Mohamed, 20Syl, Hocus Pocus, C2C, Deux Process, DJ Vajra, Jonathan Korsyzk, Blame One, Shad, Damien Bolo, DJ Atom, Omegah Watts, Mayday, Timmy Shakes, Giannina Ashe, Roslynn, Sammy and Edith, Charles Songue, Ben Kurish, Francois Hertzog, J.P., Ryan May, J Kyle Gregory, Jason Frerking, Yann Bigay, Yann Nedelec, Everyone over at Yotanka, Caroline from 3C, Eldoie Rama, Dadoo, James Logan, Ozay Moore, Kyle Kraft, Phoneix Troy.

A big shout to all the sites that have been supporting us, Okayplayer, DjJBooth, Kevin Nottingham, 2DopeBoyz, Rapgenius, Sphereofhiphop, Potholesinmyblog, Dart Adams, Soul Culture, Paris DJ’s, Donuts and Milk, Ruby Hornet, If I missed you call me.

Can forget Jesse Johnson, J Kim, Kim Kleps.

Now The Procussions we have to thank a special group of people right here, people who made sure we made this album, I want to thank you guys personally- here we go.

Koran Dunbar (Greencastle)
Mike Ellis (Dade City)
Jeremiah Adams (Sarasota)
Patrick Griffith (Palm Cost)
Nick Bartholomew (Oswego)
Nicholas Peterson (Wala Wala Washington)
P Nigel Brown (Out in Cambell)
Stephen Eldredge (Middleboro)
Kingston Prescott (Linthicum)
Eric Trout (Wilmington)
Daniel Bentley (Birmingham)
Brian Gonzalez (New York)
Daniel Rubio (Los Angeles)
Menot Guillaume (Paris)
Jeda and Filipa Rodrigues (Hawaii)
Raphael Jimenez (Saint Helena)
Tafara Golding (London)
David Frum (Denver)
DeeJay Kaz (Tokyo)
Gabriel Wicki (St-Blaise)
Daniel Helland (Mandal)
Cameron Meredith (Echuca)
Julien TEA (Saint Denis)
Kriss ThaLoveBird (Mandal)
Raphael Jimenez (Cali)
Daniel Rubio (Los Angeles)
Eric Meiri (Lincolnwood)
Luis Subia (Peublo)
Anthony Uribe (Miami)
Bill Peterson (Longmont)
Kenton Olson (Renton)
Paul Comrie (Seattle)
Wilmer Barraza (Oxnard)
Micah Betts (Alabama)
Krzysztof Burek (Gogolin)
Joel Goodwin (Kentucky)
Emilio Taylor (Florida)
Dino Goldie (Bath)

[Closing] Stro Elliot
Yeah, special special thanks to all of yall
Without yall this album would not have been possible
And we thank you sincerely from the bottom of our hearts
Special thanks from The Procussions yall
Peace
Track Name: Phantasm feat. 20Syl - Atom Remix (Bonus)
Phantasm

[Verse 1] Stro Elliot
Look baby I'm a star, a city full of billboards
You know who we are in a place many would kill for
Portable lifestyle, right now leaving on a flight
Even though tonight, I ain't gonna sleep for 3 days running
I'm burning that midnight oil and I'm not complaining
They saying that I'm so spoiled that i got
3 candles and a watch
Payment for 30 hours of entertainment
Tonight, I feel famous
But, tomorrow this pain they tell me ain't important
Got me feeling out of order, I ain't bleeding I ignore it
See I really can't afford it
Gotta play with no insurance, got a quarter tank of gas in my '98 accord
I ain't poor, but really
I ain't shopping for much, honestly I'm not
Rolling monopoly boardwalk property
You name it, I've done it
And if you want it it'll cost you
More than it ought to
They say it's the life

[Hook:]
You see me now
it's a living, it's a hard life
and it's alright, but you gotta
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
you see the lights
they shine brighter when they're on
when they turn em' off
you gotta get on
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go

[Verse 2] 20Syl
On dit qu'il est né dans un cocon, le cul calé dans du coton,
qu'il a pris du galon sans talent ni talon d'Achille
qu'il le bras long et la réputation d'un frelon d'Asie
qu'il a vite pris le melon 20syl
Allons ! tu crois vraiment qu'le soir j'emballe une ou deux belles au bois ?
Et qu'au petit matin je chie des oeufs de Beluga
J'la joue pas mélodrame, mais gars tu crois quoi ?
Qu'suis là depuis trois mois et qu'j'ai la gold de lady gaga?
Tu t'égares t'as pris du bois pour du métal
Tu crois que je suis là où tu n'es pas, du névada ou du népal,
Tu m'vois déjà balle dans le crâne ou comme une épave
Ca m'est égal.
J'suis le même con que celui que tu aimes
donc lève ton canon, ton verre, qu'on trinque
On a les mêmes ponts, la haine qu'on traine
contre X ou Y, et les mêmes contraintes.

[Hook:]
You see me now
it's a living, it's a hard life
and it's alright, but you gotta
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
you see the lights
they shine brighter when they're on
when they turn em' off
you gotta get on
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go

[Verse 3] Mr. J. Medeiros
Never laugh at a dreamer whether your grass is as green
Or your passage is clean or clear it has to be seen
Nor should you covet your neighbor when your chucks are your tailor
And your truck needs a trailer to make a buck you gotta shut up
And get started cutting your neighbors lawns it aint a favor
Who yawns at getting paper when them greens
Be buying them greens you seem to favor
It means you need to labor no plan B’s get up off your damn knees
Unless you a man seeking his Savior then stand please
And take what you can from a land that don’t hand things
Freely to those who understand these never forget
Clever is death when you were burdened by the treasure you left
Measure your steps with integrity some people need celebrities
Some people need the meds that these people feed to their pedigrees
The Beatles singing “let it be” will let them be them
If every man has got a melody well let it be penned

[Hook:]
You see me now
it's a living, it's a hard life
and it's alright, but you gotta
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
you see the lights
they shine brighter when they're on
when they turn em' off
you gotta get on
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
get up, go
credits