“Progress comes to those who train and train; reliance on secret techniques will get you nowhere.” 
Morihei Ueshiba
PHYSICAL ACTIVITY

[INTRO]: Physical Activity is good for the brain, it’s good for the brain…

[VERSE 1]: TV will suck you in, damn near it’ll tuck you in; I love it, can’t get enough of it, I spent my day off watchin’ the playoffs now my schedule is way off, I should a stayed off the couch, during commercial breaks, I found myself cravin’ burgers, fries and shakes, givin’ in, livin in a glamorous prison, watchin’ DVDs and music television, wastin’ the time away, sittin’ up in my room like I was on a hideaway, but there ain’t no beach and there ain’t no sand, yet I’m posted up in my EZ chair like I’m an old man, but I’m not! I’m a son of a gun! I’m a turn the TV off, I’m a get something done! Exert some energy to ease the pain; Physical Activity is good for the brain…

[HOOK]: Physical Activity is good for the brain (feel this) it’s good for the brain, Physical Acivity is good for the brain (let’s get physical)

[VERSE 2]: Once again, it’s on, it’s me, Raja, Mr. Rolls Royce with the golden voice, stealth bomber, save the drama for your mama, I’m tryna get the function bubblin’ like a sauna, wearin’ faded jeans and a silk white hankie, my wordz are soft on your skin like Aloe Vera lotion, I put my poetry in motion, to keep your candy-painted spaces ships coastin’ in the open wide, just let me riiide, just watch me sliiide, electrically, vertically, the time is now, that’s the reason for my sense of urgency, either you’re helping me or you’re hurtin’ me, I’m a worker bee, performing open-heart surgery burning up the track to the third degree…

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]: Fumigating on a microphone, activation of your hip bone, critisized for being monotone, playa, please, my style is marmalade baritone in the Twilight zone, hippie chics, whip it real good, gangstas and rydahs, I got the beats to make you feel real good, no lie, so high, am I, Excuse Me While I Kiss the Sky, sometimes I miss the sky, I know the sound of ground zero, it’s a full moon black as a sparrow, fender bender #1 contender young tender with a hidden agenda coming my way, hummin’ Sade with that Paradise body, talkin’ all that blase, that and this, this and that, when you add it all up, it’s a calculated risk, let’s get physical.

[HOOK]

HANDZ UP
(REPEAT AFTER ME)

[VERSE 1]: Giddy-up, giddy-up, I rip the city up, put the pretty up on a pedestal like a brain surgeon to the medical industry, my incision is full of precision and ingenuity, we used to be like so tight but then you had to go and mess around with the low-lights, no night is complete without a bomb beat, tonite I hope my toes neva touch the concrete, hardcore, when it comes to dancefloor grooves, guaranteed to make you move plus I soothe, like aloe vera nobody can do it better, healing-appealing got you Dancing on the Ceiling like Lionel, like vinyl I Got your Head Spinnin’ Round and Round like a Record, Baby, either way; Dead or Alive, I’m gonna make sho’ that the party stays liiiiiiiive…

[HOOK]: Bang your body to the beat and put your Handz Up, glue your ear to the street and put your Handz Up, come on, shuffle your feet and put your Handz Up, now, Repeat After Me (that’s the way)…

[VERSE 2]: Quenchin’ your thirst with lyrical bursts, in and out with my flow like smoke to blow from your purple lungs, your circle stung, my brain neva go numb, let the bass humm come and taste some, I lace em’ like fat shoe laces with new faces in old places, gold braces, sunshine in my eyez, heat the set up, put the sweat up, neva let up, you betta get up! and shake your fanny from Jamaica to Miami az I blast like a jammie ’till you hand me your secret codes and the keys to your hiding places, VIP membership on a permanent basis, let me in and let me holla, the good stuff coming straight from a golden-state balla and a scholar not just a beast with a mouthpiece, but a crease that won’t cease, shinin’ bright, dynamite, grinding mics, blinding sights, out all night, get it right! soak it up, whatchasay? Holidaaaaaaaay…

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]: Diamondz for your jukebox, suede shoes for your new socks, my crew rocks like misery on blue blocks, haze gone, days gone by, isolation like raised on lies, my eyez, ex girlz, risk, all things angels won’t kiss, don’t miss my dopeness, focus, notice my lotus position, boss dreamz, deep thought, not that cheap-bought gimmickry imagery, come and swim with me, dive iiiiiiiiiiiiiin.

[HOOK]

SO SERIOUS

[INTRO]: This is Serious. I’m not playing around with this one. What I want you to do is, bounce. Come on. Bounce. Come on. Bounce. Come on. This is serious…

[VERSE 1]: Try and write me off and I’m a ink ya out. If ya dig my style, I’m a pimp ya out. You’d think I bricked your house the way I lay it down, man, I’m hard to kill, see, I stay around. It’s nothin’ personal; I’m tryna bake my cakes. I’m tryna get paid, and stay sikk-made, and keep my game sharp like a knife on a switch blade. Which way you wanna go? I got your mid-range, your highs and your lows. I surround ya’ll with soundz ya’ll to pound ya while you ride around in your hometown ya’ll. Let’s get down ya’ll, we got no time to waste. What’s really good? How about some rhymes and bass that’ll massage your face and ease ya out? If ya get too hott, I’m a breeze ya out, Serious…

[HOOK]: Serious (Serious) I’m So Serious, I’m So Serious. Serious (Serious) I’m So Serious, I’m So Serious. Serious (Serious) I’m So Serious, I’m So Serious. Serious (Serious) I’m So Serious. This is real Serious.

[VERSE 2]: These haters don’t stand a chance. I Don’t Dance, I Boogie. I didn’t ask nobody I just took the opportunity to drop what’s soon to be considered a gem that shines like new jewelry. It’s the Cool in Me that’s got me not acting dumb even though these birdz wanna snatch my crumbs just ‘cuz they lacking funds and I’m having fun to the maximum without packin’ gunz. I’m not a gangsta’s son, see, I’m a bastard child and I don’t give a damn just ‘cuz you got a faster style. Just ‘cuz you spit it quick don’t make you legitimate. I got no choice at all, see, I’m the critic’s pick. And I’m from the sikkest clikk. That’s right, the 9-1-6; home of the capital flow and the getting rich, and yess, I’m getting sikk of all these pretend-to-be’s, tryna scratch me out and put an end to me, Please!!…

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]: Rhymesayers are a dime a dozen and I know that. That means my dayz are numbered like a throwback. But I’m a keep it coming and neva hold back. Keep these streetz a buzzin’ with these slow raps. I’m the epitome of laid back. Fresh like a summer’s breeeeze on your radio playback. Some say rap is dead. How can you say that? We none come from crumbs to an 8-track, to an ADAT to these Pro Tools. Pimpin’ that’s so cool. Dude, that so rules. I love the old-school. I dig these new cats. Keep grinding and spittin’, playa, go head and do that. Keep expanding this hip-hop landscape. Keep stackin’ your paper like a plate full a pancakes. No more hand shakes and bootsie contracts. From here on out it’s ownership and valid contacts.

[HOOK]

[OUTRO]: Serious. This is real Serious. This is real, Serious.

ALL IT REALLY TAKES

[INTRO: All It Really Takes is…

[VERSE 1]: I don’t condone violence, but behind the wheel so many creepz without a road license, cock-blocking me ‘cuz I drop classics like a low rider, without a gun, without a script, without a ghostwriter, my heartbeat is my co-signer, first of all, I’m reppin’ Norcal like a curtain call, I’m back to recoup take it personal, I don’t hide, I don’t stoop when dirt’s invoooooolved, the West is back like Snoop like Dre like “Let Me Ride” like Tech like Sway like the freshest rhymes all night and all day turn up your radiooooo, reality rap, what you know about that, see, I’d rather Kill you Softly like Roberta Flack than drop a murder track, then pull the curtains back and let the sunshine in with the drumz n’ rhymin’…

[HOOK]: All It Really Takes is a little bit a pushin’ a little bit of shovin x2, I’m gonna work hard to hit the jackpot so I can stash rocks in the cash boxx. All It Really Takes is a little bit a pushin’ a little bit a shovin’…

[VERSE 2]: I spit, I rap, so of course I’m gonna talk that and I don’t need a dance or a gimmick or a contract, between your earz and in your tearz that’s where my aim’s at, inside my bank and in your amps that’s where my games at, like a train track the snubs I get, I’m a transport em’ to a town called gl-gl-gl-glitch, you know where I stay, you know what I’m bout; in the trunks of your rides, wearin’ your speakerz out, tearin’ your speakers out like a car jacker, ya’ll are star actors when it comes to the hard yappin’ your chops, like corrupted cops your name is philth, from the ground up, that’s how my, game was built, yourz was created in the halls of the hated, right next to the redundant, the drunk and overrated, ya’ll ain’t stuntin’, ya’ll just frontin’ like a door knob and doin’ a poor job at that, fall baack.

[HOOK]

[OUTRO]: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah.

KRANK ME UP

[INTRO]: Baby, Krank Me Up…

[VERSE 1]: Nah, Hips Don’t Lie, neither do I, I wanna see your handz high, I wanna see your sweat fly, I wanna see you in the midst of prosperity, feelin’ hella good like massage therapy, be it meditation or medication for the user, I’m just tryna soothe ya, by any meeaans at my disposal; be it exuberance or raspy vocals, whatever the trick is, that’s the ticket, if there’s a button to push, then, I’m gon’ click it, let’s just Whip It ’till the crack of dawn, baby, dip that thing ’till the early morn and…

[HOOK]: Krank it up now, Krank Me up, Listen! krank it up now, Krank Me Up, Listen! krank it up, Krank Me Up listen, a little Louder a little Louder…

[VERSE 2]: Remember that Kid that got bullied in high school? Well, that Kid’s grown up and got fly jewelz and bomb lyrics, I’m known to calm spirits, you must be on the syrup or hard of hearing if the column of your steering ain’t bruised and battered from my bass that’s a beast like a woolly mammoth, I’m tryna boost your cannons and light your fuses like a Bay Area Hyphy Movement, this is flight music let’s blast off into outer space like Nasa, you betta stand up and put your hands up, if you’re looking for the remedy I got the answer here…

[HOOK]

[BRIDGE]: Rhydahs, dip that thing ’till the early morning, dip that thing ’till the early morning, rhydahs, dip that thing ’till the early morning, let me see you scrape it baby, dip that thang ’till the early morning, dip that thang ’till the early morning, dip that thang ’till the early morning, let me see you shake it…

[VERSE 3]: I’m back on the track again, tryna stack mo’ endz than mean dunks on basket rims, when I’m in the saddle, I don’t compete or battle, I just, ride the beat; I got seas to travel and lands to conquer and cities to build, chrome on the grill; now that’s Whip Appeal, my life story’s like a movie that’s so fo’ real, doorz open up; now, that’s Looks That Kill, I know crooks for real, so ease back, I got that laid back sound that’ll make you Lean Back, I drop my science at a slow speed, buckle up hella tight, Krank Me Up, yeah, yeah ’till your nose bleed.

[HOOK]

[BRIDGE]

YOU CAN RUN

[INTRO]: You Can Run but you’ll never find your way. You Can… You Can Run but you’ll never find your way…

[VERSE 1]: Man, I suppose, I drop prose for the lost souls, ‘cuz I been stuck between holes and a crossroads, like fossils I’m proof that time flies, I’m merely here to shed light like fireflies and tell my side, it’s the only one I really know, One Love, it’s the only thing I really show, ahh, far from a boss, I’m an underdog, deadly on the medley and I do it with no gunz involved, call me the peacemaker, call me emotional, I don’t run from my feelings; I jus let em’ flow, and speak my pain out and let the rain out, get down on my knees in the dark and I pray loud to the sky to release me from my fears, “Make me strong as an ox through my wettest of tears!” and dry my eyes and make me new as a virgin, and heal my wounds like a priest or a surgeon…

[HOOK]: You Can Run but you’ll never find your way…

[VERSE 2]: The doctor told the mama of my dear friend, he said, “Ma’am, your son’s never gonna breathe again, it’s not looking good,” the doc continued to say, a wet rose, tearz streamed down her face, she found that the taste of her own sorrow, said directly to her, “No one’s promised tomorrow.” Not even your oldest son, who’s considered by the family to be the golden one, see he’s a soldier and a good man, he once told me that prayer was his best medicine, he didn’t Run from the light, he bathed in it, he gave himself to Christ and it saved the kid, call it a miracle, call it what you may, out of the darkest times he found his way, many props to him for neva givin’ in, it’s a spiritual world that we’re living in, LOVE…

[HOOK] 

[VERSE 3]: You can keep numbing your senses, ’till you feel nothing, fakin’ the funkin’, walking around like a zombie, it’s okay to be down like the economy, that’s the time to latch on to me, act ornery, act irritated, just give something REAL, I wanna know how you feel, without the pills talking, I recommend escaping but there comes a point when you can run too often, away from the pain; you gotta deal with it sometime, they say, after the rain comes the sunshine, and I believe that cause I’ve seen that with my own two, look, I’m a grown dude, what you gonna do if I try and hold you? Will you trust love or let your past control you and own you? Break the chains; make a change for the better, be a trendsetter, follow your heart, girl.

[HOOK]

MY FREQUENCY

[INTRO]:  Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-Uh. This is Raja puttin’ it down. Fumigatin’ on your microphone. Come along with me on My Frequency…

[VERSE 1]: Bass amazing, invasion of your privacy. Come along with me. Take a ride with me. Glide with me, slide with me down your block; got your Zapco heated with electric shock. I let it rokk like the pouring rain. Beats so ill it’s a crying shame. Sustain, hydroplane the pain into the trash, man. I want the Juicy Fruit and the cash, man. Don’t crash, man- don’t trip off my bank roll- it wasn’t long ago that I was dwelling in a stank ho: roach motels and leaky faucets, closets full of third-hand clothes, no tissue to wipe even a snotty nose, but I rooose to the occasion; made a pact with myself to make a stack for myself. So I can make sho’ the rest of my family doesn’t have to endure this poverty/insanity…

[HOOK]: Come along with me, come along with me, take a ride with me, take a ride with me, come and creep with me, come and creep with me and get twisted on My Frequency… 

[VERSE 2]: Hell No, Potna, don’t you dare try ta skip it when I flip it come and get it just admit it, you know you wanna light me up when I spit it cuz’ I hit it like a homerun did it like no one. What’s my secret? How do I do it? I spot that hole in your soul then I run right through it. Fluid is my flow, first class is my twist, you might wanna buckle up for safety cuz’ you’ve neva taken a ride like this. You might wanna hide this from your moms and your pops, cuz’ the bombs that I tick-tick-drop might make your head spin like a top. It don’t stop and you know this, man, if you got love for your folks then show this, man. From side to side throw your handz in the air; I’m coming to getcha oh, yeah! with a little bit a sugar and a little bit of spice; 100 percent pure bliss and my mic soundz nice…

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]: Uplift and shift ooh-ah and sink like a ship into the bucket seats of this here hooptie whip. Slip this tongue into a waay-foul tunnel till’ it be reachin’ the dark that shines on a hyped-ass instrumental. Orchestrations, elevations of a brain cell. The sun went down, suga, No Doubt and then the rain fell. I remove the Heartbreak from the Hotel. East, West or not, I still rock the spot so well. So bail in your Cutlass and pump this as I focus on the world’s most broken English for your rowdy-ass rumpus. Might be the drunkest, but I’m still gonna funk this, ain’t gonna let no intoxxication violate my Capital M.O. Double “B” corporation. Can I get some cooperation in this arena?  No one comes cleaner.  Not Ivory, Dove or Joy, competition I destroy! Come along with me.

[HOOK]

[OUTRO]: Shouts out to the cities of San Jo, San Fran, LA, Seattle, Sacramento for showing me love, when NOBODY else was. Of course, I gotta send a shout out to DJ Deryck D for providing the Edible Sounds as usual And just shouts out to everybody who’s down with My Frequency And I’m out.

PIMP NOISE

[INTRO]: LISTEN…

[VERSE 1]: It’s been a long road; so many highs and lowz. My ambition’s to make a living on a mircophone. I can’t give it up. I can’t pack it in. Don’t say nothin’, just let me sting the track again. I’m a Cali playa with a British blend, here to wake the walking dead until the living end, with the peace signs and the rhymes and beats and like dirt n’ dust I’m always on these streets. I’m out here pushin’, I’m out here shovin’; I’m not VIP or so and so’s cousin. I got no famous singers or a fancy show, I just grab the mic and let the lyrics flow. What? You don’t know how hard it is to etch a tiny little dent in this music biz? It’s a lot of work and a lot of pain- rewind me back and all you hear is…

[HOOK]: If you see me on the streetz and you show me no love, what you hear is Pimp Noise. If you’re on your cell phone and the signal goes out, what you hear is Pimp Noise. If you’re peepin’ TV and the channel goes down, what you hear is Pimp Noise. If you’re hatin’ from the sidelines ‘cuz I got a little bit a doe, what you hear is Pimp Noise…

[Verse 2]: I got nothing to lose and everything to gain, so young and innocent, wet between the left and the right brain. Going off the rails on a crazy train, I remember, it was the 24th of December. The next-door neighbor committed suicide; he killed himself. In the middle of the night, he put a gun to his head and took his own life, even his own wife, she didn’t mourn him she scourned him, see, he used to beat the woman, he used to mistreat the woman. Now he’s 6-feet deep. Now she weeps and weeps for weeks and weeks. She doesn’t eat or sleep much. She lies all the time, flat on her back, staring at cieling fans, track after track, strung out on pills, trippin’ off of Pimp Noise…

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]: I don’t make fight music, I make flight music, I wanna take you higher than a bird on a wire. Yes, I come from dirt, but I’m a black rose bloomin’, an overachiever who just keeps on movin’. I don’t battle MCs, I rattle MCs, I free MCs, I see MCs for what they truly are; shinin’ starz in the making. Keep breaking new ground, shaking new ground, crossing the globe, rockin’ the old and the young, like Rakim said back in the day, “Competition is None.” As long as the music play, then the sun shine bright even on the darkest night. If the mic’s within reach, thEn I’m feelin’ peace; war will always occurr if unity is a blur. 20-20 can only be seen if we come together az a team and cut out all the Pimp Noise.

[HOOK]

HIGHER

[INTRO]: (Oh, oh!) Flight music. Yeah, yeah, flight music. C’mon, flight music; I wanna take you HIGHER and HIGHER. (What you wanna do?) Flight Music (music). Yeah, yeah, flight music (music). C’mon! Flight music; I wanna take you HIGHER and HIGHER…

[VERSE 1]: S-soak it up. M-most of us, gr-growing up, rode the bus and smoked the dust on campus between classes with other brain-damaged teenage bad asses. I was labeled as a nuisance by college recruiters, I was hailed as a born loser by honor roll students; instead of studying for tests like them, I was at the mall playing video basketball. See, I was neva a jock and I was neva a thug. I was the loner type, spaced out on drugs, skipping class, and if and when I showed up, you’d probably find me in the bathroom stall, throwing up my guts. My family was dirt poor, either/or, I was in the farmers’ lot with the gypsies, stealing berries or I had the headphones on, peepin’ out flight music…

[HOOK]:  (Yeah, yeah) Flight Music. Yeah, yeah, flight music. C’mon. Flight music; I wanna take you HIGHER and HIGHER. Flight music. Yeah, yeah, flight music. C’mon, flight music. I wanna take you HIGHER and HIGHER… 

[VERSE 2]: Check my thermostat, I burn tracks with raps, possibly/perhaps, I’ll making your buildings collapse, then we can recreate brand new cities from dust, I make your speakers shake like weak knees from lust. I’m the seducer of cuts; I’ll get inside your mind like a dirty thought when you’re on the grind, you’re trying to stay composed-you’re trying stay alert but instead you see yourself digging in the dirt, for a brand new beginning/for a shiny day, where them ladies lay and them playas play, in timeless sand next to ocean shores; I’ll whet your appetite-I’ll open up your doors. So you can come on in and rest your weary head, no more seeing red, come get your daily bread, swallow me whole, I’m here to soothe your soul, I wanna take you HIGHER and HIGHER.

[HOOK]

[OUTRO]: ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS. WHAT WE HAVE HERE IS, FLIGHT MUSIC. WHAT I NEED YOU TO DO IS, UNBUCKLE YOUR BELTS, AND LET’S DANCE. LET’S DANCE, C’MON, LET’S DANCE…

BUTCH CASSIDY

[INTRO]:This is a Shakedown. See, I don’t spit like them, see, I spit like me, Uh, Uh…

[VERSE 1]: C’mon now, you know how I do it, I flow like fluid, I got scruples when it comes to this music, you gotta learn something to earn something but I’m not at a university tryna earn a degree, instead I work the beats like the birds and bees, I keep the vocals sexy like Drew Barrymore or Halle Berry, Like Malcom X by any means necessary, from here on out my notes is promissory, I made a pact to paper stack to take chances for my cash advances I’m not afraid of that, see, I was made to rap like some of ya’ll were made to ball, to win a championship I would trade it all, but I’m not athletic and I’m not that nimble but I’m worth my weight in gold when I drop a single,so playahs, go head and mingle, girls, conversate to these songs I make while I bomb the break, oh…

[HOOK]: Goodness gracious, take two paces and turn, the house we about to burn, this is a shakedown (shake it), it’s a shakedown (shake it), it’s a shakedown (shake it), it’s a shakedown (shake it)…  

[VERSE 2]: Shouts out to My World, Ali, Code 3, M.O.E., Surabian, Dizz and Smackola, it’s been a minute but I ain’t forgot about ya’ll, main event, showcase, slow bass is what be seeping into your bone structure when I flood your block, with my mellow rock, you know how fellows talk all macho, thus, you better watch yo’ slippery women when I start spittin’ my poisonous venom from the top of the dome, I, you will spot on a camera phone, capturing quick shots of sick spots to lip lop with a slick foxx for the rendezvous later on, the plans I’m making always include breath mints and finger prints left on the body and mind of a foxxy lady on a grind, Purple Haze is the color of my aura when I score a digit paper, when a playah out on a caper I’m a take you to places reserved for kings, queens, spades and aces. Get it? Dig it? Try to keep up as I creep up…

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]: Some of ya’ll been wonderin’ what I been doin’, man, I been pursuin’ my paper like an ex-Laker that got traded to Miami, on the microphone I’m handy but some of ya’ll still ain’t come to grips, with my ear candy, Sweet Emotions is what you get when my game spit, the deepest oceans is where I dip in the Scion whip, Hey, listeners get high on this like you was smokin’ dro while you fill up your lungs I’m a collect my doe, here we go, once again, and it’s on, and you wrong if you think you gonna halt my progress or throw salt and tryn’ dog this foundation of mine, man, I’m gonna slide your spine like roller skates on a Saturday night and it’s alright for you to flip out and work your hips out like aerobics, as flow this and stay focused on Violets and Roses that Strike Curious Poses at the shakedown, the shakedown, uh.

[HOOK]

[OUTRO]: Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it.

POPPIN’ THE BEST

[INTRO]: (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!) let’s get it poppin’ (Rave!) poppin’ (Rock Out!) let’s get it poppin’ (Yeah, Yeah!) raise your glass, make a toast for really doin’ the most…

[VERSE]: I’m here to innovate the room, kick off brand new, realign your whole crew ’till my frame goes vroooooom, throw your arms in the sky like crows into space like Harman Kardon I’m always gonna bring the bass, on a permanent deal, ’till the wheelz fall off, in the candy-painted spaceship, I like to floss with the system blastin’ like a 50-piece orchestra; you’d think I was a vapor the way I creep UP…

[HOOK]: Let’s get it poppin’, POPPIN’ THE BEST, let’s get it poppin, let’s get it POPPIN’ THE BEST, let’s get it poppin’, let’s get it POPPIN’ THE BEST, a little fun a little luck while we layin’ in the cut, let’s get it poppin’, let’s get it POPPIN’ THE BEST, let’s get it poppin’, let’s get it POPPIN’ THE BEST, let’s get it poppin, let’s get it POPPIN’ THE BEST, raise your glass make a toast for really doing the most.

[VERSE]: I’m all about a anthem, okay, I am a phantom, I want a crystal mansion and the people dancin’, I want the crowd advancin’ to another planet, I call this mind expansion; we all got our habits, I make the disco panic, I make you hella fall out, I got that Northern Cali; I got that neva stall out, I keep your engine running; that’s the sound of music, if nothing else your subconscious will find this therapeutic…

[HOOK]

[VERSE]: Some say life is suffering; I can relate to that, hop on this Double Dutch Bus, Bounce, Rock and Skate to that, I’m tryna getta way; I’m tryna rendevous, like that poet Jim Morrison I’m tryna Break On Through To the Other Side, where the eagles fly, where the Purple Rain falls from the sky, feel it on your face, feel it in my bass, feel it in your mind like a dirty thought on a Vegas trip.

[HOOK]

OUT THERE

[BRIDGE 1]: Everybody that ain’t ever done it wanna tell me how to do it, I just roll up my sleeves and then I get to it, take a few “L’s” while taking mental notes, then come back stronger with the antidote, nocturnal animal creepin’ on the late night, choppin’ up the studio; confessions ’till the day light…

[BRIDGE 2]: I’m just a gambler in a saddle, trippin’ scanners and glitchin’ channels, look, ma, no handz tho, but I’m still poppin’ wheelies like Caesar in sandals, but instead of when In Rome I’m a represent my city get up in my zone, go face-to-face with my own raw data, when I drift into space, nothing else matters, I’m Out There…

[PREHOOK]: I’m Out There X 8

[HOOK]: I’m Out There (Going for mine) I’m Out There (Blowin’ your mind) I’m Out There (Givin’ 100 percent) I’m Out There (So your boy stay fresh) I’m Out There (Going for mine) I’m Out There (Blowing your mind) I’m Out There (Your boy stay fresh, your boy stay fresh) I’m Out There…

[VERSE]: I’m Out There like a spaceship, far from basic, while they’re tracing I’m innovating, invigorating, getting cake like a baker, scrapin’ for the paper, funding my own way, nothing could be greater, got no time for a traitor or a hater, If I sense that you’re dense then I’ll see you later, hop the fence in my Chucks I ain’t Kiddin’ like the Bucks, if you ain’t about much then it’s deuces on the clutch, peelin’ out dealin’ out aces from the deck, counted out but I bounced it out like traces on a check, here’s some words for my recipients, “Don’t listen to the idiots, I’m not dead yet, nah, I’m killing it!”

[PREHOOK]: And I’m Out There x 4

[HOOK]

[BRIDGE 2]

[BRIDGE 1]

[OUTRO]: I’m Out.

ASTRONAUTS

[INTRO]: Yeah, we’re all Astronauts, Astrounats. A piece of my mind, I’m about to break off. Yeah, we’re all Astronauts, Astronauts. This is our launching pad, we ’bout to take off…

[VERSE 1]:Tranquil with handbills, I gotta pay these damn bills, if i don’t then I’ll float in a boat down the river with bad credit and a rotten liver from sippin’ too many Heineken and Corona bottles, my role models growing up were TV show actors and actresses now I dream of Genies between my sheets on mattresses, but the fact of life is I don’t have a wife and kidz just some tragedy eyez, I got few family ties I’m out here on my own I’m from a broken home with broken phones and leaky faucets and empty cupboards on the weekend my chaperones were out clubbin’ maybe that explains why I’m so stubborn, cuz I had very few restrictions except for in the refrigerator of the kitchen, ditchin’ class used to be a hobby of mine; I used to pitch rocks at the school just to pass the time…

[HOOK]: We’re all Astronauts, Astronauts (Uh, Uh). A piece of my mind, I’m about to break off (Transmission). Yeah, we’re all Astronauts, Astronauts (Uh, Uh, Uh). This is our launching pad, we ’bout to take off (Launch)…

[BRIDGE]: So we shoot for the stars until the night fades away x 6 (Uh)

[VERSE 2]:Touch the bill on your cap if when my raps interact with your spinal tract “ah-ha” you feelin’ that, winning combinations I’m dealing that on a daily basis you can try all you want but you can neva replace this, you copycats can try and duplicate this but you neva will cuz I’m one in a mill; ya’ll run of the mill. The only reason you even got a Deele iz cuz you know how to cling to bizallz so tight, but despite the spite that you pop open like a Sprite every time you see me on Two Occasions: day and night. The truth will rise and shine like a light, hella bright, you’re nothing more than a nervous element, irrelevant like when Stella went against her Groove, frontin’ proves nothing. so bluffin’ is an invalid part of this discussion, while you keep hater hustlin’ Im a keep crushin’ the percussion to pass the time, get em’ up!

[HOOK]

[BRIDGE]

LOUD & CLEAR

[VERSE 1]:I ain’t that dude, that ain’t my wave, but I’ll still make you swerve on the highway, a little hip-hop, a little club-rock, whatever you do, just don’t stop, keep grindin’ keep slashin’ keep scrapin’ keep skatin’ in the driverless with the top off or the low-low with the hot sauce, haters be cautious, watch your wordplay, don’t get your wig shook like an earthquake, lord, have mercy, goodness gracious, I’ll be the DJ, now switch places…

[HOOK]: Keep it simple, keep it raw, nevamind what you heard or you saw, I got the remedy right here, make it bump, make it Loud & Clear, make it Loud & Clear, make it Loud & Clear, I got the answer right here; If you stunt make it Loud & Clear

[VERSE 2]: Yeah, I’m a loser but still I’m a rhydah, even in a hooptie I still get liver, than those fake ones with the new whips, to the superficial I’m a nuisance, I get deeper, I turn the heat up, I’m a saviour to your woofer speakers, you gotta love, I came from nothing, here is iz ya’ll flexin’ in public, Chucks on my feet, runnin’ from the squalor, while you bounce up and down like an Impala, come get caught up in my breezy flow, once again it’s on, here we go…

[HOOK]

[BREAK]:

[VERSE 3]: Life is hard, man, we all know this, the world is mo’ cold than a frozen wrist, so I cherish moments full of peace and love and show much respect when I rock the club, we all up in here, all shades and shapes, for that fantasy for that great escape, so close your eyez and dream your wildest dreamz, anything’s possible if you just believe, just look at me, see, I’m living proof; a pocket full of gold from a troubled youth, go on and spread your wings and let’s fly away, this ain’t a rap track this is a hideaway.

[HOOK]

PHENOMENAL

[INTRO]: Phenomenal, Phenomenal, Phenomenal, Phenomenal (Here we go, here we go, here we are)

[VERSE 1]: Mischievious grin, do my thing, let the games begin, slim and lanky got no time for the hanky panky, don’t thank me just toss the duckets in my direction then you’ll see me twistin’ and shoutin’ in your intersection and searchin’ for island breeze and the caravan of love icky sticky lost keys that open up doors that lead to plushed out ultraviolet dance floors, mix it up rip it up lick it up, I got the juice to get you loose, get your neck out the noose why you wastin’ time complaining? You could be raining down like monsoons I bomb tunes all the time, I don’t whine or pay the playahaterz no mind, lyrical bump n’ grind, “Never Say Die” fly design and heavy metal guitars flowin’ from the trunks of punks cars, Phenomenal…

[HOOK]: Phenomenal, Phenomenal, Phenomenal, Phenomenal (They said we wouldn’t get far, wouldn’t get far)
Phenomenal, Phenomenal, Phenomenal, Phenomenal (Here we go, here we go, here we are)

[VERSE 2]: I’m rolling like a stone, sticking my 9 inch nails in your back giving 38 revolvers heart attacks, when I spark tracks it feels like octopus tentacles rippin’ up stages at rock festivals, high decibels low test scores, got your sea shores feelin’ my ripple effect, we jet, me my, B. U. double “Z” and I let out the tension, my apprehension is to fail and fail until I get it right, I get it tight like Egyptian Lover bumpin’ in the dirtiest parts of your town all night, surround, gather around, my sound is a parade but sometimes, the beats make me feel freaky like mischievious devious chain smokers playing in the shade, ashtrays are for butts but tonight your derriere is mine, shake it down, make it Phenomenal.

[HOOK]

[OUTRO] PHENOMENAL, PHENOMENAL, PHENOMENAL.

TIDAL WAVES

[INTRO]: Tidal Waves x 4 (DJ Deryck D- “Let me know if you need more volume.”) “Okay. Nah, it’s good.”

[VERSE 1]: It’s been a long time since I rock n’ rolled, I shoot to thrill so I lock and load, like a Coupe Deville I got a classic flow, when I’m crushin’ crushin’ nice and slow…

[BRIDGE]: What you rushin’ fo’? Where you tryna get? Here’s where it’s at, man, I sware to that. I got this energy and these magic keys, this atmosphere I create is like a Cali breeze, like a Cali breeze. It’s like a Cali breeze…

[HOOK]: I don’t trip; I just dip, I don’t trip; I just dip, I don’t trip; I just dip, I don’t trip; I just dip. Tidal Waves

[VERSE 2]: So chill on out while I spill my guts, crazzee is as crazzee does, I’m clearly nutz, with all this chaos around us in these final dayz, I don’t trip; I just dip on these tidal waves.

[Bridge]

[Hook]: I don’t trip; I just dip.

[OUTRO]: I mean, if nothing else I got these Tidal Waves. My ride’s been bumpy; many Tidal Waves. Sacraficed to get that money; endless Tidal Waves.

Tidal Waves x 13 (I don’t trip; I just dip on these Tidal Waves x 3)

YOU KNOW

[INTRO]: You Know you can’t fight the feeling, You Know the real is what I deal in, You Know I ride with no ceiling, Black Chucks on my feet like a villain…

[VERSE 1]: It’s a miracle, we ain’t supposed to be here, see, people like us cry so many tearz, hear so many lies till ears get numb, chill like the ocean, sometimes I swell on the drumz, to hell with a gun, I’m a die when I does, if it’s my time to go, give my loved ones a hug, see, I’m ready for the flood cuz I been through the storm, my skin is kind of thick but my heart is still warm, heat it up, break it down, show me love, show me more, you really that pure right down to the core? I think you is fly as hell, something I can tell, we are one in the same you know me all too well, pockets swell, drinks flow, cheerz are made, nights fade, into oblivion ‘til the red light parade, we fall asleep, wake up only human, despite that we fight back, you know we do it all again…

[HOOK]: You Know you can’t fight the feeling, You Know the real is what I deal in, You Know I ride with no ceiling, You Know it’s on once I step in the building, You Know you can’t fight the feeling, You Know the real is what I deal in, You Know I ride with no ceiling, Black Chucks on my feet like a villain

[VERSE 2]: Okay, my verse goes, where the earth flowz, the squares I run em’ in circles, even though my girl says I’m stuck on pervo, I’m a diamond in the sky raining purple, even more so with all these doors closed, computer love killing me by the download, so I hit the road with the homies, interact with the crowd like it’s ’03, under an oak tree starved and bony, contemplating, waiting for the dirt to console me, back then an ink pen was my best friend, the words I wrote on the page were my engine, now I’m trending, universe defending, spreading love with a buzz never-ending, all these pit stops finally paid off, sing the hook if you’re ready for the take off…

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]: Dance the night, via satellite, at the discotheque, I’m the panic type, I like to spazz to beats like a juvenile, make you tap your feet while I move the crowd, this is deuces wild, rugged harmony, got a bullet-proof soul ain’t no harming me, eat the heart of me like a gourmet dish, drink my wettest tears quench your gorgeousness, breath, in my air it don’t get fresher than this, see, for yourself it don’t get better than this, let’s grow some wings n’ fly away to another world where lies are slayed, where opportunities are plentiful, and the fruits of our labor; edible, incredible, indelible, Uh, sometimes just to leave your mark it all starts with a dream; a shot in the dark, Blououou!

[HOOK]

All Lyrics Written by Raja Seivwright