Get In The Van 3

by Psalm One aka Hologram Kizzie

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This is the 3rd installment of "Get in the Van"...a music series dedicated to getting on the road!

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released 30 August 2011

Psalm One: Raps
Mulatto Patriot: Mixes
Fluffy: Business
Suburban Bird: Photos

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Psalm One aka Hologram Kizzie Chicago

Psalm One is the first woman signed to the prestigious independent record label Rhymesayers Entertainment. While studying chemistry at the University of Illinois, she self-released her debut Bio:Chemistry in 2002 & signed to Rhymesayers in 2006. Since then she has self-released a slew of music & created her own mentoring program, Charm Lab. She is currently finishing an album with producer Oh No. ... more

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Track Name: Better Than My Last (Remix)
H1:
mama journalist, I don't read the papers, so I'm fixin that MORE & MORE & MORE
daddy pimp a girl, i can't be a whore, so you know i’m fixin that MORE & MORE & MORE
ex said i'm an angel, i'm a monster, and that hater hate me MORE & MORE & MORE
i don't know how to really act
but you know my next showin will be better than my....last

V1:
climb up the stairs
step up to the plate
pocket full of tens
canvas full of grey
girl my back hurts
how much do i owe you?
((owe you owe you))
I’m guaranteed to grow soon
luggage in the corner
portable me
sub-ject sus-pect
the chorus agrees
somethin like a road cat
somethin like a flee
in the ear of the big dog
(at times I’m a bit large)
year of the frequent flyer
year of the screwy
ran away so fast
i swear i never knew me
didn’t look back
just gettin to that
moved 6 times in 3 years, fool
you unpack...
i gotta lot goin on
a great idea can be a borin song
so i wake up from near death most nights
in a russh cuz i’m worried about my near life
you hear me right
i’m cuddlin my crazy
it’s harrd to trust me but i cook amazin gravy
tastes good on anything you willin to bang out
you can have it later when your fav-o-rites flame out...

break: hey, what you talkin bout?


H2:
mama journalist, I don't read the papers, so I'm fixin that MORE & MORE & MORE
daddy pimp a girl, i can't be a whore, so you know i’m fixin that MORE & MORE & MORE
ex said i'm an angel, i'm a monster, and that hater hate me MORE & MORE & MORE
i don't know how to really act
but you know my next showin will be better than my....last


V2:
(gunshot)
Another rapper found dead
i guess brothers don’t mind tradin lead for lead
i know why you chose rap:
get out from the struggle
not knowin what they SAY
that nukka in the club DO
..so pardon moi for the flossin
when i get off the road i toss dollars to the wind
but i couldn’t see myself dyin for the cause
cuz alotta lines that i tend to rhyme get lost
(LOST....LOST...)
or is that a shame?
or is that the game?
oh, that’s the same thang!
yall be changin
tryin to change what?
they comin for ya shit
and they aimin for ya gut
i warm up tummys
my product stay love
you scorn-fucked dummies
should get your hate up
or ya ni-cest spi-ces
get your plates up
cuz i’m better than anything you have a taste fa (for)

break: that's why I'm better than my last..

H2:
Step 1 (gotta get yaself spun-nobody gunna know you better than you hun,) (huhn?)
Step two (you gonna need better shoes i know its stupid but those are the rules) (new shoes!)
Step three (decodin your pedigree just know what you're facin in your worst enemy) then we go to..
Step four (you ain't heard this before--next year's pimp is last year's whore)..so I'm better than my ((last))...
Track Name: Get In The Van Intro
They can't make me recognize (recognize) where I can't go
Revolution televised it's a glam show
I can make you love a part of me to make yo man grow
But that ain't why I'm here though, just love my jam, bro
Illinois is colder than a summer in San Fran so
I bundle up my jugular and fire from my damned throat
Pamper up my camper with the trappings of my plan Yo
Commercial is annoying only toying with my staff hoe,
Rhymesayers, Hieroglyphics, Charm Lab, Vandals,
Catch me in your city tryin to come up on this fan dough,
Truly in this music and my business gettin' handled,
Beautiful influence from my Vincent Van Gogh, Go!

So now The Only Plan
Is to get in the Van
And now my only Plan
Is to get in the Van


Hello to being inspired
Hello to keeping this high up
life in this indie is so under fire
So death to the frequent flyer…..
I got a right to be pissed, y'all shittin on my turf
You know what they say bout Chicago? Y'all shittin' on yall's worth
I will not go dot com, but I will not hold your hand
I am a champion winner, and you are not golden, fam
You can just play with your form, and follow your stupid trends
Then when the trend is over, shit what you gon' do then?
That's what I thought, you'se a Richard
A Dick who thinks he's important, you fit the description
You wanna play this game, but lettin' it game you
I'm playin' all over the world, you ain't in my lane, fool…

hook

Hold up
Wait a minute
I'll show you what
I'll go the distance
Hold up
Wait a minute
I know you love
Don't fake the feelin
Hold up
Wait a minute
I'll show you what
I'll go the distance
Hold up
Wait a minute
Just smoke ya puff
Look out the window..
Track Name: Need Love Too (Snippet)
Sometimes I get with a person just to commit a perfect scene,
and I wring 'em till they bleed and it gets on me, am I a (freak) ??
I don't know but I guess it flows in a way that pricks you and makes you think,
And I guess I'm cool with the ones who don't catch my G, but I'm still a (freak) !!!!
And I play left field in a park full of kids who don't know how to follow trends but we all win with the rawness,
I call em kin, a buncha (freaks)
So I fly my flag and I warn ya, that I'll warm ya and be loyal, cuz the other side is the borin, I can't be normal, I'm a
((freak))


Tonight I'm yours, and dreams do come true, you know what they say, nerds need love too……..
I got your mind, show me what it do, you know what they say, pervs need love too………..


With a convo similar to music I know what I'm doin' I charm with a truth and the booth is the proof,
I can't stop me so I can't stop you, you love what I (freak)
And I promise I don't water down for no-thin,
word to my bra size, and my dark eyes,
So you know I don't bluff man, You really coo--kin' with a (freak)
And I bet you come with a warning: don't get dirty don't get mean
But I swear you look much better when you ain't clean, *sniff* ((freak))
And I had a perfect day I'm two seatin', Lou reedin'
Juke Me & Fool Me & Ooh, wee, and you ((freak))

hook
Track Name: I Did RPM
you just keep makin it easier for me to get ahead
while you worry about that little chicken with the bread
while you scrapin' by, you know you got debt
i be stackin my cheese so you know i'm longevity
want the recipe? don't be givin a fuck about what a nigga talkin bout and you'll be hea-venly cuz a girl gone sing what a girly gonna sing and I'll never be the bitch that you think
try to hold me down, you know I'm gone rise
and I'll bust yo head fella two strong thighs
foolish pride, goof-ass team
Gonna get you tossed right up out this scene
And I'm make you sweat, cardio pays crowd packed like
fat people at a buffet and i wave to the haters
luhya right back
and you'll never be able to spit like me on a track
back
like i leff(t) out the house with the phone on charge, yeah and I go so hard
not a millionaire but i tell you I'm not far off, boy cuz the girl so smart
Never be broke cuz i'm fuckin with the science
fuckin with the math and my numbers keep climbin
don't get that, get a map, keep silent
i'm takin you to town I rep the mothafuckin' Chi, bitch!

And I got them steaks
and i got them taters
yeah we got them breaks
yeah we got them tables
you busters make me laugh way deep down inside,
you like a cubs fan livin on the south side
yeah we got them jakes
and we got them players
stay up on your toes and be careful when you weigh up
Fugazi's make me crack up deep down inside
You like a Cubs fan on the south side..

Never in a rut cuz I'm always in a trance and ya man lookin' at me girl I think he wanna dance
Said I had them steaks and the nigga caught a pain in his stomach but I'd rather count my money with a plant -damn-
Cristalle musta went through somethin' - yeah-
Cristalle had enough of the frontin Fran-ken-stein ass niggas need a monster..
find another lame to conquer
Bounce back, a woman at work with her sights on the King where the crown at?
Found that, spark I need with a little mo green in a loud sack and I'm bout that out that illinois- go
if we breakin up, where you really gon' go
cuz when you get old i'ma still be gold, pickin out a different throne! Joe!
Track Name: Absolute Drunk
I got an absolute crush on this absolute hunk
I rolled with him for hours in an absolute trunk
We were absolutely gone at this absolute time
smothered in a feeling of an absolute bind
recognize the moment when you absolutely slide
to the drunker side of things in an absolute tide
so I gave up the keys to my absolute friend
and told my absolute guy
thatI'm absolutely In
My driver's annoyed cuz I'm loud and drunk
I suggested that we ride in an absolute trunk
And my crush so sweet he absolutely agrees
and my absolute driver does what I please
So we ridin along in this absolute trunk
And we both really feel like we absolutely won
So kids take a note from your absolute rapper
Give your keys up creative and you'll get home faster

Absolute flash
Absolute lights
an Absolute Blast
for an absolute night
In the party biz
In the party biz
Recognize the moment when you start to Live..
Track Name: Forgot 2 Smoke (Ruff)
Good head on my shoulders
Good foot down,
Anatomy built for nice pedigree
The essential elements for good style
I'm officially tellin' you what's good now
Bigger pistols gunnin for the most,
From the mid mid, kids comin' for the coasts
Style so rich I forgot I was broke,
((And I'm so high I forgot to smoke))

Verse 1:

Never let a dictionary define you,
Thesaurus beat me, but I survived, ooh
Stripes like Denzel back in Glory
Sent back to jail, that's your story ?
Take a look at these fashionable amateurs
Kizzie nailed it, without the manicure
Follow trends? Them trends gonna die too
Try to Go HAM and drop dead from swine flu
Fly hard, my wings gettin chunky
Bout it Bout it since P been ugly
Tryin' to work in my city like pullin' teeth
So you won't see me lurkin' in your "cool scenes"
Ooh wee, the view is so Awful sweet
I don't sulk, I wallow in my Joie de Vie
Look it up, brush up on your Francois
While I do my patented moves on the dance floor

hook:

Good head on my shoulders
Good foot down,
Anatomy built for nice pedigree
The essential elements for good style
I'm officially tellin' you what's good now
Bigger pistols gunnin for the most,
From the mid mid, kids comin' for the coasts
Style so rich I forgot I was broke,
((And I'm so high I forgot to smoke))
I'm so high I forgot to smoke
I'm so high I forgot to smoke
Took 2 hours to finish the bowl
U Try to cook without lightin the stove!
I'm so high I forgot to smoke
I'm so high I forgot to smoke
Style so rich I forgot I was broke
And I'm so high I forgot to smoke

Verse 2:

Oh, don't go messin' up my high G
Try definin' Chi chicks quite like me
Dig alotta dice-y thangs that I cry about
So I detox more than Doc Dre lie about
A Master to the Cleanse, I'm an MC
Bleed all over terms like femcee
That's the dumbest word I ever heard..
You cannot find me a better turd
Get hers, while I kick back with two ferns,
Roll 'em up then sprout a new verse,
My world so sweet like Sucre
Complete with the swirl you knew it, ooh girl!
I know you hear the talent in my ballad
Noshin on beautiful sammiches and salads
Not broke but this woman you can't fix
Know you wanna spank me but I never knew my dad, bitch!
Track Name: I'm My Favorite
I got the one thing that matters (matters)
extras like an ampersand
good gracious
for the ladies like a tramper stamp (ooh)
mood ranges from a baby to baby tiger
who's to say who's the victim in this crazy lifer (who?)
ooh, joey, i'm so fed up with your average
that's why I got extra ranches for my cabbages (ranch)
built a universe 8 clouds high
so when I yawn and stretch I'll be touchin cloud nine
Chi oh chi, where you been all my life?
Cause I been right here waitin for you to arrive (to arrive)
where your secrets at? (where?)
where your fears are? (are)
just cause you buzzin
doesn't mean you a real star (ooh)
pile 'em all in (in)
pick the best out (out)
I bet you left with just a fraction of the turn out
so don't burn out
put ya strong arm in
i'll say a prayer for your career little darlin'...

Outta all y'all
I'm my favorite...
Ain't into savin (hoes)
But I'm savin 'em

i got more horsey in my thorobred
horseys in my stable
verses in my diary
and courses on my table (aye)
what it hittin fo'? (aye)
what you got left
psalmie be a cross between
a madame and a top chef (yes)
i got your bravos (check)
i got my two step (check)
pull the rugs out and let's do this
i'll put you up to something
i'll hip you to the game
i'll give your life some purpose
you'll never be the ((same...))
right on you left off
caught a bop in my absence let's see your best ((walk...))
...that's cool, nice shoes
but it takes more than that to do this like i do (so)
kick 'em all out (out)
bring the best in (in)
I bet you came with more women than you left with (ooh)
you better learn out
get ya mind right (and)
i'll say a prayer for your minute in the spotlight


Prayer:
Lord, whoever you are
please give these emcees who just happen
to have inward genitalia
the strength to rock with fire,
the rules to being sexy,
and the wisdom to understand they could never fuck with me..
Amen
Track Name: 48 Bars
I never been one for stormin in them poker rooms tell you the truth, I'm still fuckin' with them focus groups
a spent a birthday afternoon at one, you think it's funny?
checkin my traps, gettin' my scratch i used it for bar money,
was cryin on the BART in San Francisco once
had to do it in public, cuz all of my friends were dunce
cappin my feelins poppin them beans showin that I could stand it
Runnin' from what, strong as a fuck I know that man planned it
Got signed and I just hopped a van before I knew it
I'd do it again in a heartbeat, cuz I was called to do this
blessed to be around a team lettin' me figure my angles
Y'all killin' ya'll selves for a label to label, you..
While I'm signin for another package
Another rapper called and I don't wanna help him manage
That sucks cuz it's a Boss lady civic duty but
I'm filmin documentaries they shootin' kids movies
I really do LOVE y'all, I'm just busy
I just haven't been through, enough cities
You may think that me and you travel same
But I'm workin on my wings while you tweetin' on the plane….
You a lame and I'm lamer cuz I don't go to Lumen
But I just illuminated 500 students
More like a thousand when I'm countin those logged in
You got a shelf life and to a shelf that's a problem!
Popular? No but I won't stop poppin' up
Growin so much they re-calculate my commas what
don't tear you down build you up so I'm buildin that
Turnin' blind ears to your party party trendy rap
Bend it back break it down tear me off a piece of that
Featuring the fearless, Intelligent chic black
Bumpin Cap lookin' at cap and gown
Touchin' rap, you got a deal but what happens now?
Sellin several thousand ain't the outlet that it once was,
So you kiddin…..I keep comin with that funk, cuz
Boostin my numbers puttin folks up on Psalm shit
They radar doin' That? I don't care to be on it (2:15)
Callin' my mama and ventin I'm simply addicted to bein a factor
After the rain and the sun and the rain I'm beginning to see just what that does
Bettin' it all on the fact that I'm Psalm and I know that I'm needed in rap cuz
The people are sleepy and bored with your horrible lies and your terrible act, what?!?'
Cristalle take the prism and the colors keep the light around
Blues and reds and greens and I'm just talkin bout the high I'm on
Kept in isolation but I'm fightin through and shining strong
Show you how to live a life and do it through this microphone
Kids be gettin MADE just to listen how I do
So if you think that ain't the truth, you just ain't in the LOOP
Pickin up philanthropy to help repair the damage….
While you 'gettin' money' niggas still Spammin!!!
Track Name: Hermit with a Permit (feat. Del)
Psalm:

I got my carbonated water, syrup, vodka
shoes tied up, corset on proper
i'm goin at the town like I just got outta hell
or I just got outta jail and I just made bail
streets on siz(zle)
hustlas on the slab
walkers walkin often, the cutty on yo' tab!
what I need that for, I got extra biz
Don't need too many posers or them hep-ster kids,
I ain't discriminating, my taste already there
gotta fetish for the lettuce, a front row chair
nuggy nugs in the O2, Oh, you gotta friend?
tell him bring another bag or he ain't gettin' in
see I ain't comin' out less it's funner than a mug
I run tings well, I got some mothers on my drugs
and some nuns on my doctrine, doctors at my table
a spread at my pad and some hot ones in my stable

I ain't comin out without a guaranteed time
I ain't gettin' down without a guaranteed grind
I'm a hermit with a permit, I party when it's right
Cuz I live inside a party and it's hard to top mine!


Del:

they call me a hermit/tell the truth i heard worse words spit
out tha/mouths of babes/with mentally challenged ways
tha countdown is days/and they don't know it yet
slo-mo effect/go into debt
showboatin cashflow/rowboat with regret
to tha island of/never never land/i got a better plan
instead of/going out ta/clubs and spendin
my personal maintenance be my/priority agenda
see i/work at home/i had ta earn it though
gettin jerked to and fro/i had enough tho
everytime ya/leave tha tilt/everythang cost
i sat down for a/moment and/seen tha loss
plus my gig/also keep me from tha crib
for so long i damn near/forget where i live
i need me-time/so i can think up new plots
tryin ta have me a/catalog of/music large as tupac

next time i come outside I'm gonna get it
come back with 100 stacks, dead presidents
mission accomplished, later for that nonsense
free from negativity I leave undaunted
Bi Zi Ci Need my
Own destiny perplexin me since I was knee high
Maybe I got the game all twisted, yall may be right
Wastin half ya life, partyin until the wee night...

Yeah!
Track Name: Night Games (feat. ThaiOne Davis)
Psalm up (Psalm Up)
Let me be (let me be)
You can't get a truth better than me (let me see)
My trust (my trust)
kinda weak (kinda weak)
came back people frontin on me (overseas)
lime green (lime green)
Can it be (family)
got me knowin who on my team and they yellin
Psalm Up
Psalm Up
Psalm Up
Psalm UP!
got them veterans lovin my scene
((and they lookin for them freaks ..
(where they at (where they at?)
we right here motherfucker right here!!))

Verse

he textin me askin me do i think about him
i smiley faced him and said only when i think about him
my soul plate is mahalia with regalia
bailing your corny dramal-tudes my army is lou's,
runnin the city duckin them ducks fightin the rush to rush my lessons
blessin the jah jargon be duff pardon me but you little fucks can gobble me up
your-squad-is-the-suck… a bad mixture
of fake frat sister sorority post college hipster
visitin wicker, michigan ave, goin' broke
back to the block, the burbs south side or north poles,
livin' that faux life, havin' ya family jilted
you gotta be fresh to def, I know, but even Amber wilted
with ya cameras tilted, gettin that money shot
i'ma be chillin up in the cut, stuffin my honey pot,
or is that money pot? either way, I'ma fill it
i'm painting to get the oil, so don't be so acrylic

ThaiOne:

Strong back pillow talk
breakin her spine makin her waltz
Makin her walk a little bit strange
drippin the sauce bodily frame
pardon my slang
haven't we met before? of course I'm sure
the darlings love to go explore
the after hours connoisseur
it's hypnotic can't you tell they erotic
stare in they optiks
I'm the stichin that just curve around their inner thighs and pockets
switch the topic, the top of the prophets, closin discussion
bustin for the sake of bustin
tell ya potnas this is nothin'
class has never been in session before
see i declare war on these weaker motherfuckers we can settle the score
it's predetermined we flippin sermons earnin more than what's on the surface green light specials in the back
mississippi burnin galaxie official psalm credentials over instrumentals love to play the post the plan is not coincidental this is flashin lights, huh, sodium acid
a deadly combination here's the flowers for ya attic, bitch!
Track Name: Pommes Frites
If you put it in the grease you would float to the top with a little bit of heat and
If you wanna real talk you can put on any beat and I'll make you look weak man
Wanna get self esteem stop actin like a bitch when you claim you're not
Wanna shine like me then stop rappin' like me since you claim you're hot
Little people wanna try a giant
But whats a drip to a fire hydrant?
Wanna change your flow and try my old style and try to deny it?
I don't hang with you vultures, i know enough musicians
And I don't need your suggestions, bitch, I know enough beauticians
and Everybody want the life style, and everybody got a team
I'm a just count your minutes: thirteen, fourteen.....
And I'm a realist, one of the realest chicks you'll ever lift
Like you broke your fucking hands....you played your wrist (plagiarist)
And i'll never doubt you for a second first things first let me check your 'G'
and looky here you just what I thought you another cool chaser; effin' corny
So i'll forget about about you, but you won't forget about me
you just another small potato to me: pommes frites
Track Name: Minutes (feat. Ang 13)
Psalm:

I gotta i-dea
It tastes even sweeter than Ice cream is
Wanna change yo life for the better then dig
Cause I'm fixin to talk to ya why would I fib?
now baby
she'll never be rail thin
but what's that really gotta do with nailin him?
nobody's perfect; straange, Balki
even I gotta couple thaangs about me
I'd like to change; I be changin em for me
gotta be healthy when I'm workin, tourin
can't be purgin bingin lunchmeat (no wonder)
we the furkin biggest country
ladies love me, girls adore me
but if i'm fat then that's another story?
that can't be baby that's so weak
cause about one-third of the country obese
and where's the love? what are we eatin?
what, you anorexic? what are you bulimic?
maybe you a gym rat, maybe you sick
or maybe you just wanna super size number 6
maybe you don't have an eatin disorder
back to your diet after eatin this order
i really don't know what we tellin ourselves
gotta be somethin good that we tellin our health

Hook:

Get your minutes in
do that little thang that keeps you all in, maintain
Get your minutes in
flash a lil fang then squeeze in that outfit I'm goin out, bitch
...minutes in
do the next level and prove to your se-delf who's best
get your minutes in
cause you ain't nobody til you shake somebody and you make somebody go

Stretch (sweat)
Stretch (sweat)
Stretch (sweat)
Stretch (sweat)

Ang:

Baby I'm curvaceous hips ass spacious
hood love the goods industry loves to hate us
gotta keep my weight down just to get my weight up
cameras add ten pounds i bubble on the frame up
morbidly obese, oh please
i'm physically so beast
and verbally i bust like annie oakley
they turnin down they nose if you swole like anna nicole, no matter the flow:
size 9 and below
gain a pound God forbid watch em talk that shit
even mami models catchin the pink slip for this sis
you are a temple, image of your kinfolk
i don't see nothin wrong, hollywood folk have been broke
i am not yo gossip girl resident st. melrose industry can go to hell they smoke and i been broke
i could look better but that choice is mine and i don't like the mo' you chose what I hold is fine
and every inch of me explodes in my own design
and i got mysteries under these to blow ya mind
yeah
i'm not a size 8 size 7 size 6
but i'm strapped with them yummies want a lick?
dip in the gravy, baby
and i don't look sick chick thick n healthy
and callin me a heifer won't help me just increase my helpings increase the cardio in sets of 16 reps just for the physical whatever, elliptical I'm breakin out the Vizio ball and get it crunchin just for me, i don't do it for yall
but you focused on me, what that focus gon' be?
it ain't me you should be focused on, focus on YOU..

Psalm:

How can I spit if I eat i eat hearty
smarty gotta lotta thoughts mixin with some dark meat
bring her on down to the track let her run some
holdin weight for ransom, dreamin of a sub gum
chow mein, now man, break into this business
break into the gym, girl gotta get some fitness
this is but a thought of a Psalmie on a pre-tour
cuz if you ain't bangin then they treat you like an Igor
Uncle said: sweat if you wanna be right
look what happened Kelly Price
look what happened Angie Stone, Olivia Raven Symone..
Give me bones and burgers cheese
murder these prejudices
battled weight since '88 so where you think I claim my steaks? Ha!
I gotta flabby anatomy in the grabbiest fanatical calories in my gallery my fantasy catches me on a level 10 frenzy I'm smart, you can keep the fries, 6 wings are plenty!
Don't let me discourage you from bein big, baby
I just want a comfort I can calculate on stage see?
See? Now give a thick girl time
Truly yours, Psalm One, Master Cleanse, Day 9

Hook...
Get your minutes in
do that little thang that keeps you all in, maintain
Get your minutes in
flash a lil fang then squeeze in that outfit I'm goin out, bitch
...minutes in
do the next level and prove to your se-delf who's best
get your minutes in
cause you ain't nobody til you shake somebody and you make somebody go

Stretch (sweat)
Stretch (sweat)
Stretch (sweat)
Stretch (sweat)
Track Name: Get Right!
Hook:
You will never get achievements like this rapper
You will never have a voice over this slapper
I will turn myself around and get you pissed backwards
I keep makin my cheddar and you gettin' madder...
What you doin' don't get me hype
You don't really go HARD, you the SEMI type
What you say you wanna fist fight?
Naw baby don't get mad, (nigga) Get right!

Verse 1:

I will take the place of anybody you follow
Fill a void in Cleveland, fuckin with them Rollos
Tell 'em to forget all them people who wasn't Gellin'
All you gotta do to them suckas is show some Melon,
Word to Jim but ya Slim lookin rad
as in ra-diculous, the things y'all do to pass
like you cookin but you in the club pushin to the back
we been back here, and we ain't feelin' your ass,
Get the rental get the bar get the bitches in
Forgive me if I don't really give a shit
Word to Budden put your credit in a twitpic
And even then I problly still won't give a shit!
Cris! I got my chemist and a business
Gotta catch a flight, won't be comin' to your shindig
Sometimes, a chick get ignant
Won't give you mine but I'll take ya funky digits

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Hook:
You will never get achievements like this rapper
You will never have a voice over this slapper
I will turn myself around and get you pissed backwards
I keep makin my cheddar and you gettin' madder...
What you doin' don't get me hype
You don't really go HARD, you the SEMI type
What you say you wanna fist fight?
Naw bae don't get mad, (nigga) Get right!
Nah babe don't get mad nigga ((get right))
instead of gettin' mad nigga wontcha ((get right))
said you bored ' and you wanna know what Cris like?
naw babe don't get mad, nigga ((get right!))
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Verse 2:

I see ya thieves in a whirlwind
They ain't chose and it's three in the Mornin
Chicks go for the cock sure not Yourn
So have fun, go home and beat your dick
It's morbid how I kill what you livin' on
See I thrive on the vibe of a different song
Different trees with different bongs
Complicated how I bomb with a simple song
Nigga gon', you non-essential
I lent you all the style that I'ma lend you
And mama special, and you's tight
Nah babe, don't get mad, nigga get right
Track Name: Juke Me (Snippet)
Verse 1:

let me tell it i been runnin for awhile......
can't let you tell it you ain't never been inside....
take a ride in my shoes,
a walk in the jeep
where you hide is where you choose
boo and talk is cheap
how smart you is?
how rich is you?
i got a sentiment
you sippin bitches brew
you sniffin baby powder
you talkin hella trash
i been around the globe
makin bangers with my mash.....
i'm buildin universes
i'm spillin different verses
perfection takes time
and you are just rehearsin
i've done so many runs
i've tasted many dreams
i've cried a lake of rivers
i'm basically a scream
i used to be a student
i was a scientist
i tried to be a rapper
but i'm iconic, trick
you people sicken me
with all your trendy twitters
i'd rather sit at home
in all my silly splendor


Chorus:

You could try to know me
you could read my story
but see you never knew me
so you could never juke me

but you could never juke me



Verse 2

I'm jukin in the pale of moonlight, guess who the lucky sailor is?
I'm pukin on your fashion sense so guess who the fucking tailor is?
i been on some amazin trips,
i've seen some amazing things,
so don't be surpised when i pull out my thing and clip your angel wings
who the hell am i............?
who i think i am............?
i'm a very special girl
with a very brilliant plan
with a very pretty mind
in a very private world
with a very sexy time
fill-in your public void
ha! i'ma hide on you
come back around then style on you
go away on business then fly on you
fuckin with the sun i'll shine on you
people wanna think they got you pegged
Make you all up in they little heads
but little do they know i'm never scared
and i don't wear rouge so i'm never red,
but i do make green and i do make sense so you haters bleed
right down to the white meat make a scene
and i'll be right there with my fangs and cheese...
yellow bellies...
stupid black hearts
you wavin' white flags
come get this black art
Track Name: Through a Phase (Snippet)
it's steady on my brain, my people keep me sane
but i keep takin' planes, everythang's changed
they took my little cousin and my homie went away
Guess I'm goin' through a phase (2x)


My culture keeps me runnin all the time, time
I keep my legs stretched in them flight aisles, ow
My best friends they don't know me right now, now
It kinda hurts so I supplement my smiles, wow
I got a half-day layover in Prague, ya
I got a spliff and some Janis in my IPOD
I never trip but I vacation for life, right,
So I'm never caught up on your stripes, yikes
Bill Murray lost, teach me
I'm in a speakeasy
I only speak english but my style speak freely
I'm out here gleaming, don't care if yall see it
But my passport's freaky and my jansport's geeky,
A little tech a few books and a lotta notes
Plus this article from the 90's that my momma wrote
She always prayed for a Job at the Tribune,
Instead I just keep gettin' pressed for these interviews…


Steady on my brain, my people keep me sane
but i keep takin' planes, everythang's changed
they took my little cousin and my homie went away
Dang, I Guess I'm goin' through a phase (2x)


Drivin down my old block, barber shop, Tire shop
All shut down 'cept the Arab and Chinese spots?
Alderman dropped a station on top of the Park
Yet we can't get food delivered after dark?
My granny stay in, didn't used to be that
Used to be heroin, didn't used to be crack
Built my repper way up, didn't used to be jack
And now I'm gone all the time so I'm used to the flack
Pop another for my Daddy, Mike and Woody please
I'm chillin' in a open French bar with Veuve-y Cli
Spillin all over my kicks, they ain't Louis V
I spent that on a better suite, cooler things
I see smart silly people chase stupid dreams
Swimmin in a pool of debt, willy talk is cheap
I put my money where my mouth is and press some shirts
Hop a bird, Flip a show joe, and get to work

Steady on my brain, my people keep me sane
but i keep takin' planes, everythang's changed
they took my little cousin and my homie went away
Dang, I Guess I'm goin' through a phase (2x)