GOLD WOOD Radio Fire Mix 028 pt1 ::

“thisiswhatwegethigh4”
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Bring it, ping it, sing it!
This is what we get high for...life, love, happiness, goodness, health, wealth, awesomeness, rawsomeness!

$$$ on the 1’s and 2’s!!
Slicin’ and Dicin’, Poltergeistin'!! Exercisin’, devisin’, resizin’, realizin’, it's not what we say that counts, it's what we say after that haunts.
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Order of track selection: $$$, $$$, $$$

TRACKLIST:::

01) It Ain't Easy, It Ain't Easy | Beast Coast ($$$)

02) Loud | Mac Miller ($$$)

03) Shook Up | FARR, Joey Bada$$, and erick the architect ($$$)

04) Okay) | Atmosphere ($$$)

05) Dirty Harry | Gorillaz ($$$)

06) Thoughts from a Balcony | Mac Miller ($$$)

07) Fall | Eminem ($$$)

08) Clint Eastwood | Gorillaz ($$$)

09) Party Crashers | Atmosphere ($$$)

10) Desperado | Mac Miller ($$$)

11) if and when | Mount Kimbie & Dom Maker [feat. Wiki] ($$$)

12) Lock & Load | MNDR ft. Killer Mike ($$$)

13) Worry No More | Diplo ($$$)

14) 4th Dimension | Kids See Ghosts ($$$)

15) Clarity | Mac Miller ($$$)

16) Get Your Roll On | MF DOOM ($$$)

17) K.Y.S.A. | Phantogram ($$$)

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GOLD WOOD Radio Fire Mix #028 "thisiswhatwegethigh4" pt1 LYRICS

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01) It Ain't Easy, It Ain't Easy
by Beast Coast
Track 1 on Escape from New York

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler

Ring came from Russia, spread you like mustard

Feeling no pressure, yeah, we get slept on

Quick and my bread long, I'm in it like tampons

Jet late to San Juan, pink like I'm Cam'ron

Carats like Anwar, bitches know fare ones

Bitches like Flintstones, I see them big stones

Ballin' like Jim Jones, Flatbush, that is home

Talk out yo' mouth, front and that bitch gone

Damn Zombie, got like ten hoes

Grabbing ass, that's a handful

Zombie show, line around the block

Hard work took us to the top

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
Uh, it ain't easy, it ain't easy (Nope)

Used to be my ace boon coon and now you coon on TV (All bad)

Swear the shit I'm seeing, don't believe the seasons (Why?)

Only way I fall is if I crack my kundalini, sweetie

Here's a tip, form your own opinions out this bitch

Herd of niggas on the side and they don't hurt my confidence

I'm a born sinner winning, everything I gotta be

I'ma wear the thing out, like New York fashion week

She a freak, fit physique, she done came up on the beat

For the block, got the Glock tote, designer boxer briefs

What you see? She bougie? She don't wear no D&G

Freakily, hold your key, in the suite I'm counting sheep, sleep

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]
Bitch I'm a hustler (Yeah), don't fold under pressure (Woo)

After I fuck you, I'ma forget ya (Forget ya)

Not gonna text ya (Nah), flex like a wrestler

Give me a whip it (Yeah), that's ruthless aggression (Woo)

Feel like I'm Usher, this my confession ('Fession)

The rest of you as weak as the closer you get to suspecting

[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Bitch I'm a hustler, tall like a wrestler

Reach and my bread long, gon' fuck like a porn star

Sex is impressive, she be coming in seconds

Counting my C's, skippin' my blessings

So much aggression, take a look at my necklace

Take a look at my life, nigga, you can't do better

[Verse 5: Kirk Knight]
You see my reflection ('Flection),

I need a whole section (Section)

Bottles and bottles and bottles and

bottles, I know it's excessive ('Cessive)

She call me a jerk, she getting rejected

Spent that dough, I get injected

Keep that toolie undetected

I keep count of all my blessings

Get in tune or disconnected

Look, you see in my eyes, I'm not lazy (Lazy)

Beast mode, you can't tame me (Tame me)

Never sold my soul, are you crazy? (Crazy, haha)

I'm on the road, with the gang, Beast

[Verse 6: CJ Fly]
I want you just like you want a man

You reference how you might want a man

You're her boy toy but she want a man

You more like I was subordinate

Line you up, son, like an ordinance

Went to PR 'cause I want a ten

I'm a twenty on a scale of one to ten

We got matching rings like we the Wonder Twins

I am not playing like I'm on the bench at the game

'Cause the ref held me out for a tech

I shoot the trey in they face like you jumped up

I'm puttin' the points up 'cause I've been the best

Please cut the team though, I'm not with the Nets

I shoot my shot, every time it's all net

If we overseas, then I Euro step

You Warriors, all my guys shootin' like Steph

[Verse 7: AKTHESAVIOR]
Run you over if you in the way, there ain't no beep-beep

Quick to bang and I'm with the gang, strapped like a CP

Switched the lanes, yeah,

my rap done changed and ya'll get street sweeped

Hit the stage, she gon' suck the team, just for a retweet

Niggas be clones, but they ain't the owner

Fathered your style, now give me my tokens

It's been a while, like I was in coma

Now that I'm back, I'm king like a cobra

Sipping the Act, and y'all get it slower

She say I'm tense, got knots in my clothing

Diamonds they dance, she bending it over

She got a man, but live in the moment (Uh)

[Outro: Zombie Juice]
Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler

Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler

Songwriters: Kirlan Labarrie / Samuel Wishkoski / Jesse Cordasco / Demetri Simms / Tyler Dopps / Ak / Antonio Lewis / Erick Elliott / Chaine St. Aubin Downer
It Ain't Easy, It Ain't Easy lyrics © Swish You Were Here Music Llc, Publishing Of The Dark, Erick The Arc Elliott, Bengal Yucky Publishing, Isaac Blaze Publishing

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02) Loud
by Mac Miller
Track 3 on Macadelic

[Intro]

Whoop

Ladies and gentlemen

This is Macadelic

You motherfucker, hahahaha

[Verse 1]

I got codeine in my cup (Cup), you can bet your ass I'm sippin' (Sippin')

Groupies fall in love, I'm like, "Bitch, you must be trippin'" (Trippin')

I'm just tryna fuck (Fuck), and she just need tuition

Why you tryna stunt? You need to play your own position (Woo)

Never gave a fuck (Fuck), and nothin' 'bout me changed (Changed)

Still roll up them blunts (Blunts), got diamonds in my chain, haha (Chain)

Yeah, you heard me, I got diamonds in my chain (Chain)

And it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain (No)

Two hundred shows, I'ma kill more, I just sold out that Fillmore

Got a million, make a mill' more, then a number one spot on the Billboard, yeah (Woo)

[Refrain]

People lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close

Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke

[Chorus]

I like my music real loud, real loud

Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?

Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes

If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low

I like my music real loud, real loud

Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?

Here she come, there she go, never chasin' after hoes

If you didn't, now you know (Ah), never keep your pockets low

[Verse 2]

I'ma get that Grammy soon (Soon), fuck your magazine

Jordan gonna hand me shoes (Shoes), still fuck your magazine

Have my team in that pack with me, got a Jerm beat bangin' and a glass of lean

When I went to every high school class, would be tryna fuck the female faculty

I'm a crazy little fucker, think my head done ran away

I experiment with drugs but I won't ever fuck with yay'

I just made a million dollars, still I think I'm underpaid

Fuckin' with me? Kid, no way (Okay)

When you meet me, better stand up straight

Pump out raps (Raps), yeah, I got raps (Raps)

Tryna talk shit? Better think about that

For the pesos, gettin' bank roll, I'ma lay low, chill (Woo)

Then let that stack, ah

[Refrain]

People lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close

Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke

[Chorus]

I like my music real loud, real loud

Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?

Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes

If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low

I like my music real loud, real loud

Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now?

Here she come, there she go, never chasin' after hoes

If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low

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03) Shook Up
by FARR, Joey Bada$$, and erick the architect

[Chorus: Roméo Testa]
I'm shook up, I don't know what to do (why?)

'Cause every time I think about you (no)

Can't deny the burden of proof (burden of proof)

I'm swingin' for the fences, you got me defenseless

Lust or life? You can choose

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Birkin date, birthday cake, blunted

Drop her off, no recourse, stuntin'

Immature, slam the door, frontin'

London or Tokyo, we comin'

Constantly on my mind, runnin'

All this worry gotta mean somethin'

All this jewelry gotta mean somethin'

Off the wall, I'm just bein' honest

I was lackin' in my past, baby

Auto pilot, we gon' crash, baby

My new shorty got some ass, baby

Let me see the camera flash, baby

So conceited, she beyond her years

Couple tears, couple fears, couple kisses on her stomach

Now she cryin' to me like, a'ight, I'ma change, you just ain't want me, damn

[Chorus: Roméo Testa, Joey Bada$$]
I'm shook up, I don't know what to do (why?)

'Cause every time I think about you (no)

Can't deny the burden of proof (burden of proof)

I'm swingin' for the fences, you got me defenseless

Lust or life? You can choose

Lust or (uh) life? (Yeah) (Badmon!) You can choose

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Everybody wanna know my business

Who I been fuckin', who else on my hitlist

I don't kiss and tell, tell me, why the hell would I do that?

Lord as my witness, I just need peace and tranquility

Shouldn't have asked it, lyin' her only ability

She ain't an asset, swear I lost interest right after I taxed it

Hold up, wait

Back of my mind, I still think 'bout it

Fuck around, pour a whole drink 'bout it

Go to sleep, have a whole dream 'bout it

Still probably shoot it up, make a whole scene 'bout it

Gun on my hip, and it's already cocked

If I blast off with this rocket, tell me, is that out of pocket?

If I pull up on your block like I ain't on your block-list

Tell me, does that make me toxic? (does that make me-)

[Chorus: Roméo Testa]
I'm shook up, I don't know what to do (why?)

'Cause every time I think about you (no)

Can't deny the burden of proof (burden of proof)

I'm swingin' for the fences, you got me defenseless

Lust or life? You can choose

Songwriters: Romeo Antonio Testa / Jo Vaughn Virginie / Linden Jay Berelowitz / Erick E Elliott
Shook Up lyrics © Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Joeybad Publishing, Stellar Songs Limited, Dynopub Music, Songs Of Universal Inc., Electric Bell Publishing

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04) Okay
by Atmosphere
Track 1 on So Many Other Realities Exist Simultaneously

Alright

Okay

It's gonna be alright

It'll be okay I think that needs to be established

For all of us that are easily distracted

Impatiently waiting for that American dream

Staring at the cracked screen of my anti-facts machine

Crash landed where the woke intersect with the exhausted

They asked if I'm depressed I don't doubt it

I was told it all began as a quest for some knowledge

Progress after you process the conflict

I'll be okay and if I got one wish

I'd probably waste it trying to make mysеlf an optimist

It's ironic because most of my thoughts are positivе

Just hop in the whip I promise not to drive off of the cliff

Happiness is my favorite physical feature

But I'm afraid I'll figure out that it's a mythical creature

I need to believe in the simulation that we're living in

Spent the whole stimulus check on some stimulants

I'll be okay just freestyle the answers

If you feel it put your hands up in front of surveillance cameras

Okay I don't take the buffet for granted

Make you understand it when you see me licking my plate

We gotta travel through space to keep the family safe

Check your connections can they can handle the bass

If they reflect your face it amplifies the existence of your significance

But only if you survive the collision

It'll be okay

Even if you're feeling like there ain't no way

You're still with us today

It's gonna be okay

Okay, alright

It'll be okay

Even if you're feeling like there ain't no way

You're still with us today

It's gonna be okay

Okay

I think I'm feeling alright

And I'll admit that sometimes I'm probably tongue-tied

Got me staring at the sun like my shoes ain't come untied

The clown face got replaced by this mountain of the

Midwest average from the mid-2000's (huh..)

And being the best was never the intended destination

I just want appreciation for my presentation

Even if I was the only human left in population

This is dedicated to the dedication

You better love yourself today because tomorrow will be harder

Put your guard up don't let them penetrate your armor

Collect whatever crumbs you got and keep them in a bread box

You knew I was the one when I was sleeping in the wet spot

And baby if you had a dollar for all of your doubters

Maybe you could grow a salad and water the flowers

I know the zookeeper seen my leash and my collar

I'm in a tuxedo smoking weed in the shower

It'll be okay

Even if you're feeling like there ain't no way

You're still with us today

It's gonna be okay

Okay, alright

It'll be okay

Even if you're feeling like there ain't no way

You're still with us today

It's gonna be okay

Okay

I think I'm feeling alright

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05) Dirty Harry
by Gorillaz
Track 5 on Demon Days

I need a gun to keep myself from harm

The poor people are burning in the sun

But they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance

I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance

'Cos all I do is dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm

The poor people are burning in the sun

No, they ain't got a chance, they ain't got a chance

I need a gun 'cos all I do is dance

'Cos all I do is dance

In my backpack, I got my act right

In case you act quite difficult

And you are so weaken with anger and discontent

Some are seeking and searching like me, moi

I'm a peace-loving decoy, ready for retaliation

I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under

Impulsive, don't ask wild wonder

Orders given to me is 'Strike' and I'm thunder

With lightning fast reflexes on constant alert

From the constant hurt that seems limitless

With no dropping pressure

Seems like everybody's out to test ya

'Til they see your brake

They can't conceal the hate that consumes you

I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa

Chill with your old lady at the tilt

I got a 90 days digit and I'm filled with guilt

From things that I've seen

Your water's from a bottle, mine's from a canteen

At night I hear the shots ring, so I'm a light sleeper

The cost of life, it seems to get cheaper

Out in the desert with my street sweeper

The war is over, so said the speaker

With the flight suit on

Maybe to him I'm just a pawn

So he can advance

Remember when I used to dance

Man, all I wanna do is dance

Dance, dance, dance

I need a gun to keep myself from harm

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06) Thoughts from a Balcony
by Mac Miller
Track 4 on Macadelic

{It was all about a dream

Turned it to reality, Double cup of lean}

Let me get a one-way ticket, haven't picked a destination

I'm just tryna catch the train before it has to leave the station

Packin' no bags, nothin' but the clothes on my back

With a Cognac, let me sip it, tryin' to relax

Red wine up in my glass, plus Filet Mignon

I got a army right up under me, I'm Genghis Khan

Yeah, it's me against the world, I guess I'll take them on

I might stop and see my girl, but I ain't stayin' long

What if I'm gone, what the fuck you gon' think then?

I told my story, put my life inside this ink pen

Said I'll make it big when everybody know me

Well, I made it big and everybody phony, ha

So could you pour me? I need a cup

No, none of that liquor, mix some purple stuff

I could talk my pain, but would it hurt too much?

Go 'head, judge me, hate cost money, but this love free

They just dreams, turn 'em to reality

Double cup of lean, standin' on my balcony

Lookin' at the sky, thinkin' it could all be mine

All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?

They just dreams, turn 'em to reality

Double cup of lean, standin' on my balcony

Lookin' at the street, thinkin' it could all be mine

All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?

What the, what the fuck is time? (Ha)

Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? (I don't know)

What the fuck is time? I ask 'em, what the fuck is time?

What do you do when you think you could be a icon?

'Cause all these people get to screamin' when the lights on

Like they just seen a ghost, earn my stripes, zebra coat

Racin' to the gate but my flight gone

And now these writers takin' shots without a Nikon

But I don't fight though, figure it's a typo

Seems we in some shit now, gonna be alright though

Potion in my Sprite, then my night slows down, down (ha)

See, that's exactly what I need

My khaki's filled with cheese, my homie Sap is on the beat

Like it was "Donald Trump, " a fuckin' hit but I just call it luck

They throw it on when I'm walkin' in the club

Hey, this the 'Burgh shit, I don't deserve this

Well, I don't think you lookin' far beyond the surface

Learn quick, now I'm big time

Fill your cup up, and I'ma sip mine

Fill it up with dreams, turn 'em to reality

Double cup of lean, standin' on my balcony

Lookin' at the sky, thinkin' it could all be mine

All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?

They just dreams, turn 'em to reality

Double cup of lean, standin' on my balcony

Lookin' at the street, thinkin' it could all be mine

All we got is memories, so what the fuck is time?

What the, what the fuck is time? (Ha)

Ask 'em, what the fuck is time? (I don't know)

What the fuck is time? I ask 'em, what the fuck is time?

Aight

Songwriters: Adrian John Lim-Klumpes / David Bowman / Jonathan King / Laurence Ivan R. Pike / Malcolm McCormick / Neal Francis Sutherland / Richard Anthony D. Pike
Thoughts from a Balcony lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

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07) Fall
by Eminem
Track 15 on Curtain Call 2

[Intro: Eminem & Justin Vernon]

[Eminem]

You know, everybody's been tellin' me

What they think about me for the last few months

[Justin Vernon]

It's too loud

[Eminem]

Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them

[Justin Vernon]

Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot

It's too loud

Three's not a crowd all up in it

Slow fire

[Chorus: Justin Vernon]

Don't fall on my face

Don't fall on my faith, oh

Don't fall on my fate

Don't fall on my faith, oh

Don't fall on my fate

[Eminem & Justin Vernon]
Don't fall on my–

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Gotta concentrate, against the clock I race

Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace

Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre

In that first marijuana tape—guess I got a chronic case (Yeah)

And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face

I know this time Paul and Dre

They won't tell me what not to say (Nope!)

And though me and my party days

Have all pretty much parted ways

You'd swear to God I forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" (Yah)

One last time for Charlamagne

If my response is late, it's just how long it takes

To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away (Woo)

These rappers are like Hunger Games

One minute, they're mockin' JAY (Yeah)

Next minute, they get their style from Migos or they copy Drake

Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away

But all the hate, I call it Walk-on-Water-Gate

I've had as much as I can tolerate

I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience

I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once (Yeah!)

You wanted Shady? You got him!

[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Eminem]

Don't fall on my face (Yeah)

Don't fall on my faith, oh

Don't fall on my fate (Line 'em up!)

Don't fall on my faith, oh (Rrr!)

Don't fall on my fate (Ha)

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it

Or have his body bag get zipped

The closest thing he's had to hits is smackin' bitches (Pump it up!)

And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks

Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted

Like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly (Yeah)

Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot

Lacking with it, "He ain't spittin' like this on his last shit"

Ho, you better go back and listen

You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up

Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup

Hopin' that you rappers fall in that

Dre said, "Hold your head up!" (Huh?)—Kathy Griffin

Stackin' ammunition, slap the clip in, cock it back on competition

This is how I shot ahead (Pew)—Gabby Gifford

My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, back in business

Tyler create nothin', I see why you called yourself a ******, bitch

It's not just 'cause you lack attention

It's because you worship D12's balls, you're sack-religious

If you're gonna critique me

You better at least be as good or better

Get Earl the Hooded Sweater

Whatever his name is to help you put together

Some words, more than just two letters

The fans waited for this moment like that feature

When I stole the show (Ha), sorry if I took forever (Haha)

[Chorus: Justin Vernon & Eminem]

Don't fall on my face (Yeah)

Don't fall on my faith, oh (I won't)

Don't fall on my fate (Light 'em up!)

Don't fall on my faith, oh (Haha)

Don't fall on my fate (It's too easy)

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Just remember, I was here before you

And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you

Detractors, I'ma have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew (Ah!)

Just what the doctor ordered

Revenge is the best medicine (Yeah)

Increase the dose, from least to most

And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves

They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches

So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the show

Every parasite needs a host (Ha-ha)

Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of

All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered

Time to separate the sheep from goats (Yeah)

And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts

When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer (Huh)

A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air

Somewhere some kid is bumpin' this while he lip-syncs in the mirror

That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest, I don't really even care

But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket

How I'm buryin' these artists

On a scale of 'turnt' you're 'minus'

Mine says 'very', yours says 'hardly'

And what's scary is you prob'ly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started (Woo)

And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the Hell alone

Or I'll show you an Elvis clone

Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone

Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote

Put my feet up and just make myself at home (Yeah)

I belong here, clown! Don't tell me 'bout the culture!

I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the

Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh

Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan

But I'm not gonna fall, bitch! (Yeah)

[Outro: Justin Vernon]

It's too loud

Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot

It's too loud

Three’s not a crowd all up in it

Slow fire

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08) Clint Eastwood [feat. Del the Funky Homosapien]
by Gorillaz w/ Dan the Automator
Track 1 on Clint Eastwood 12” Single

[Damon Albarn]

Oooh hooh hooh oooh

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad

I got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless but not for long

The future is coming on

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad

I got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless but not for long

The future is coming on

It's coming on, it's coming on

[Del the Funky Homosapien]

rrrrRRR..Yeah..haha!

Finally someone let me out of my cage

Now time for me is nothin', 'cause I'm countin' no age

Now I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scared

I'm good at repairs, and I'm under each snare

Intangible (ah y'all), bet you didn't think

So I command you to, panoramic view (you)

Look, I'll make it all manageable

Pick and choose, sit and lose all you different crews

Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kicking tunes?

Picture you getting down in a picture tube

Like you lit the fuse, you think it's fictional? Mystical? Maybe

Spiritual hero who appears on you to clear your view

When you're too crazy

Lifeless to those the definition for what life is

Priceless to you because I put you on the hype shift

Did you like it? Gut smokin' righteous with one toke

You're psychic among knows possess you with one go

[Damon Albarn]

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad

I got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless but not for long

The future is coming on

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad

I got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless but not for long

The future (that's right) is coming on

It's coming on, it's coming on

[Del the Funky Homosapien]

The essence, the basics without did you make it?

Allow me to make this childlike in nature

Rhythm, you have it or you don't

That's a fallacy, I'm in them

Every sprouting tree, every child of peace

Every cloud and sea, you see with your eyes

I see destruction and demise

Corruption in the skies (that's right)

From this fucking enterprise, now I'm sucked into your lies

Through Russel, not his muscles

But percussion he provides

For me as a guide, y'all can see me now

'Cause you don't see with your eye

You perceive with your mind, that's the inner (fuck 'em)

So I'mma stick around with Russ and be a mentor

Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember

Where the thought is, I brought all this

So you can survive when law is lawless (right here)

Feeling sensations that you thought was dead

No squealing and remember that it's all in your head

[Damon Albarn]

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad

I got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless but not for long

The future is coming on

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad

I got sunshine in a bag

I'm useless but not for long

My future is coming on

It's coming on, it's coming on

My future

It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on

It's coming on, it's coming on, my future

It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on

It's coming on, it's coming on, my future

It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on

My future

It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on

My future

It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on

My future

Songwriters: Teren Delvon Jones / Damon Albarn / Jamie Christopher Hewlett
Clint Eastwood lyrics © Happy Hemp Music

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09) Party Crashers
by Atmosphere
Track 9 on The Day Before Halloween

[Intro]

Hey bartender, how you gonna put me in the dirt tonight?

[Chorus]

Crash a party, crash a party

Catch a body, catch a body

Crash a party, crash a party

Catch a body, catch a body

[Verse 1]

(Go)

I didn't come to dance here

I'm not looking for answers (Go)

Gotta move around with the anger

Go ahead and let 'em down like the anchor (Splash)

Another hot summer for the ice devils

Got me pushing on the bike pedals

If loving you is wrong then I might be right

I don't wanna be around when that lightning strikes (Right)

And we still the same a whole life time trying to kill the pain, (huh)

Now put my name up on the back of the train

You can watch it pull away out of the camera's frame (Ayy)

Can't complain when no one hears you

Trapped in the belly of the hourglass

Made of the same grains of sand inside your mirrors

Move back and give me space before the planets crash

[Chorus]

Crash a party, crash a party

Catch a body, catch a body

Crash a party, crash a party

Catch a body, catch a body

[Verse 2]

(Ooh)

And I don't even know why I'm here

Two tears and a bucket of beers

Stuck here trying not to hear what you're saying

The music turned up my love disband (Uh)

Whatever you believe in is fine with me

Ain't trying to argue ain't trying to agree

I want the big payback but can't afford the tax

Got nothing to stand on the floor collapsed (And I)

And I don't mean to be unsociable

But I prefer to be alone in my own bubble

So subtle, you can't roll a broken stone

I probably should've stayed home for my fucking troubles

I feel the temperature max out

I'm on the couch, I rock and I lean forward

Look around and when I finally tap out

I hit the porch and crash through the screen door (ooowhooo!)

[Chorus]

Crash a party, crash a party

Catch a body, catch a body

Crash a party, crash a party

Catch a body, catch a body

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10) Desperado
by Mac Miller
Track 2 on Macadelic

Chyeah

Uh, uh

Dedicated to, this dedicated to, fuck it

Uh, I got a pocket full of posies

Some devil with a pitchfork keep talking like he know me

I'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome piece

Get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so weak

I stood before an angel as he told me bout the glory

Put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be lonely?

I only get money, these labels tryna clone me

Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete

So, I try to keep 'em in my head

It's sad to see when everything that you believe is dead

Word to Heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pass

Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last

A bunch of stress, you see, this mic is like my punching bag

Rock 'n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath

Sucka ass mothafucka, mothafucka's sediment

Doper than the shit that killed Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents

Desert rhymes, homie, riding beats, I'm on a camel

I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals

You want a war? I got a lot of ammo

You ain't a soldier 'cause you rocking camo

Young Rambo, hundred million fans though

And I do it big, you a iPod Nano

Fire on wax, look like I rock candles

Yeah, you got a show, but you ain't on my channel

That's HBO, bitch, you gotta pay for that, haha, your channel's free

Haha (I'm gonna fucking kill you)

Uh, IMAX some shit motherfucker, yeah, suck my dick

Hey, ayo, I'm 'bout to start gambling with Ambien, I'm dutch smoking

That's a strike, but fuck bowling, I could tear a pin of Maryland

See, I'm American, apparently it's damaging

To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn

Monroe, looking dumb hoes, who want to much dough

And come close to have you straight tripping when you jump rope

Don't rock the love boat, this business fucking cut throat

And it's gonna crack if you just paint the wall with one coat

Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog

These rappers who be hating probably need to get a job

See, me I'm with my squad, getting money, living comfortable

I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly, though

Fuck a toast, y'all is fucking broke, cut ya throat

Judging me is nothing dope, boy, you lying under oath

God made the world, why did man make the scriptures?

And if he created Lennon, why'd he go and make a Hitler?

I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a picture

Of the one Laurence Fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters

I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold

If my skin gets filled up, I'mma tat my soul

Running out of paper, writing on my hand

Hundred thousand haters writing 'bout my jams

Want a number one independent album? I'm your man

I'mma hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand

Songwriters: Eric Dan / Jeremy Kulousek / Malcolm James McCormick / Richard Pegue / Zachary Raymond Vaughan
Desperado lyrics © SC Publishing Dba Secretly Canadian Pub., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, The Administration MP, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

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11) if and when
by Mount Kimbie & Dom Maker [feat. Wiki]
Track 10 on MK 3.5: Die Cuts | City Planning

(Prelude)

[Dom Maker]

I get drunk (and drunk)

I get high (so high)

No thought in my mind

Each day could be

The last I see

[Verse 1]

[Wiki]

Head ain't straight

Bed ain't made

Ain't got head in days

But never threw in the mic if it was handed had to do what was right

Even if I′m getting booed tonight I'm getting booed tonight

I′m with my crew tonight

Even just me and Sammy were my crew tonight

I got a life to live say it like I had a wife and kids

And I don't but I won't if this is how my life persists

I gotta wipe them prints

Got to move on let go of the life I lived

I′ve got a bone to pick

I got a zone to get

Ain't you gotta let me hone this shit

[Chorus]

[Dom Maker + Wiki]

If and when I get my shit together, find my center

Get in my prime

Only time could tell ya

If and when or will this be me till the bitter end

As the gods cry rise my umbrella

Well I prayed for rain, stayed my self, shit don't stay the same

If and when I make a change, stake a claim

If and when I and I won't know till that change is made

Shit I'll try anything to take away the pain

[Verse 2]

[Wiki]

Apologetic or not

If you got it I get it

If not I got it

Get out the spot

Dip

You could talk your whole shit

But shit always gotta give the credit to Akh

Salt and pepper with the ketchup on top

For those days that was the only thing my ass would get up and cop

It was bacon egg and cheese or bacon lettuce with the cheddar and pop

Soda on the side but shorty always tryna make eat better and stop

All of the drinkin′ what is she thinkin'

Really what better than shots

Until you get up your head in a knot

No bread in your pocket shit

In bed with a bop

[Verse 3]

Or on the A on the last stop out in Far Rock

Wake up face covered in snot and the place all covered with cops

Yeah that's a ticket now that′s on top

Of all the bridges you burnt when you was all sauced

All of the friends lost, all of the ends gone

Mm mm

But paid the cost to be the boss

Paid the cost to be the don

Who you?

Yeah me motherfucker, the one with no teeth motherfucker

You goin' see

Told the homies growth is key, lock it down throw the key

On these sucker MCs word to mother every word I mutter tryna seize

A single moment and how it seems, a single breeze

The birds and the bees

Here and now you heard it from me

Which version of me do I need

And which is a burden to be

Shit we gonna certainly see

[Chorus]

[Dom Maker + Wiki]

If and when I get my shit together find my center

Get in my prime

Only time could tell ya

If and when or will this be me till the bitter end

As the gods cry rise my umbrella

Well I prayed for rain, stayed my self, shit don't stay the same

If and when I make a change stake a claim

If and when I and I won't know till that change is made

Shit I ′ll try anything to take away the pain

[Outro]

[Wiki]

Let it be, bad bitch

Chemistry, I have this

But savage

Rather, chemically imbalanced

Shit, might ruin a life (oh, is that right?)

Shit, I ruined mine twice

Left it in ruins

Any advice

Cause I ain't doing shit right

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12) Lock & Load
by MNDR [ft. Killer Mike]
Track 8 on The Alchemist and Oh No – Welcome To Los Santos

[MNDR]

Oooh

Boys and girls in the front get your guns out

Got heart, got style, got a lot of mouth

Do ya, do ya?

It’s full now,

Perplex what they talk about

Bust another shot

Show me whatcha talkin' 'bout,

Do ya, do ya?

Do ya, do ya? Do ya?

Lock & load, fire

Oh, stand your ground

Wait for it now, standin' your ground

Oh, stand your ground

When bombs rain down, they're comin' for you

Fire, fire (comin' for you)

[Killer Mike]

(hey, hey, hey)

Shit's fucked up said the cards of the tarot

They ain't know my DNA match with the pharaoh

I exact revenge at the end of a barrel

Eyes on the prize

It's the young black sparrow

Aye, I cannot be stifled

Grippin' on the rifle

Team movin' through the concrete

Jungle like we tribal

'Cause life's a vicious cycle

As toddlers played with Tyco

Now we robbers goin' psycho

And shootin' at our rivals

Black suit like the minister

Marvin with the carbon, yeah

Sucker came to finish ya

AR handler

AK manager

Make 'em shoot and harm 'em

And now who the fuck gon' handle 'em?

Principle and pistols on these

Pussies in Atlanta, bro

Please man

When I pull it in I pray the bullet damage ya

I'm a bad black bastard

'Til I'm in a casket

A bully with a fully in

A Buick on some baskets

Gymnastics how the bullets got

These bitches doin' backflips

[MNDR]

Oh, stand your ground

Wait for it now, standin' your ground

Oh, stand your ground

When bombs rain down, they're comin' for you

Fire, fire (comin' for you)

Ooooh

Songwriters: Alan Maman / Amanda Lucille Warner / Michael Santigo Render / Michael Woodrow Jackson / Sr. / Peter W. Keusch Lock & Load lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc, Royalty Network

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13) Worry No More
by Diplo
Track 1 on California

[Intro: Lil Yachty]

I don't wanna worry no more

[Verse 1: Santigold]

Stop messing with my money now

Like a walk in the park

I got love til it runneth out

Cuz being rich is hip as fuck

I got friends I got fun

Got no worries til it all dry up

And I can make it rain

Wash away the pain

Any doubts I might not be enough

Shit I know what you mean

Everybody want it

It’s not the cash though its freedom

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]

I don't want to worry no more

I just want to ball like the big leagues

I just want a nice house on the shore

I just want a big house like Gatsby

So catch me if you can

I'm chasing after my dreams

I want to be the man

I want to be the star on the scene

Cuz I don't want to worry no more

I just want to ball like the big league

I just want a nice house on the shore

I just want a big house like Gatsby

So catch me if you can

I'm chasing after my dreams

I want to be the man

I’m gonna be the star on the scene

[Verse 2: Santigold]

Tell you what, I'm chasing something never was

Rich Dad Poor Dad

Ain't got one to pull me up

Feel the panic kicking in

I know I can't stop

Higher I get closer it seems to where I was

Give me some time

Make me happy give me love

If money buy me then I'm never letting up

Forget the fame keep the phony canned applause

I'll keep on dreaming keep on rising high above

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]

Cuz I don't want to worry no more

I just want to ball like the big league

I just want a nice house on the shore

I just want a big house like Gatsby

So catch me if you can

I'm chasing after my dreams

I want to be the man

I gonna be the star on the scene

[Bridge: Lil Yachty]

I don't want to worry no more

I just want to ball like the big leagues

I just want a nice house on the shore

I just want a big house like Gatsby

So catch me if you can

I'm chasing after my dreams

I want to be the man

I wanna be the star on the scene

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]

'Cause I don't want to worry no more

I just want to ball like the big league

I just want a nice house on the shore

I just want a big house like Gatsby

So catch me if you can

I'm chasing after my dreams

I want to be the man

I’m gonna to be the star on the scene

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14) 4th Dimension
by Kids See Ghosts
Track 3 on Kids See Ghosts

[[Intro: Louis Prima]]

[Down the chimney, he will come

With his great big smile

And you'll find that even the kiddies

Are swingin' in the latest style

Oh, oh, oh

What is Santa bringing?

Oh, oh, oh

?gnignirb atnaS si tahW]

[[Verse 1: Kanye West]]

It feels so good it should cost

Bought her alligator, I ain't talkin' Lacoste

Made me say, "Ugh, huh"

Like I'm mixing Master P and Rick Ross, uh-uh

She seem to make me always feel like a boss, uh-uh

She said I'm in the wrong hole, I said I'm lost, uh-uh

She said I'm going too fast, I'm exhausted

Now drop to your knees for the offerin'

This the theme song, oh something wrong

Might need an intervention for this new dimension

That's too new to mention, or fit in a sentence

If I get locked up, I won't finish the sent-

[[Louis Prima]]

Oh, oh, oh

What is Santa bringin'?

Oh, oh, oh

?gnignirb atnaS si tahW

[[Ye]]

eehheeeheeeeheheeee

eehheeeheeheehheeee

eehheeehaaaahahahaa

eeaahheeeehaaahahaa

[[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]]

Gettin' loose while I'm on the deuce, see me roll out

Watch you surf, hit the coast, and this feelin', I got

Plenty of bitches for the evening, we could journey, we off

For the light that guide us home, we in the moment, oh-oh

Such a lost boy, caught up in the darkest I had

What's the cost, boy? Losing everything that I had

She been on me, boy, unless you got something to tell

Sittin', waitin' for me slippin', yeah, I'll see you in hell

Tell the cougar get up off me, no, my soul ain't for sale

All the evils in the world, they keepin' on me for real

I really hope the Lord heard me, we all live in sin

Kids See Ghosts off the ropes, Ric Flair on your bitch

Now this the theme song, this the theme song

Now put the beans on, get your, get your dream on

But you don't hear me though, drama, we let it go

Watch the guitars roll and let your friends know

[[Intro: Louis Prima]]

Oh, oh, oh

What is Santa bringin'?

Oh, oh, oh

?gnignirb atnaS si tahW

[[Outro: Shirley Ann Lee]]

[Just do that and then let the music do something

And then do that again, that'd be enough for a record

I mean, you only want two and a half minutes

If you can get it, you know, three minutes max]

Songwriters: Kanye Omari West / Louis Prima / Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi / Mike G. Dean
4th Dimension lyrics © Reservoir Media Music, Emi April Music Inc., Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Dust Index, Board Member Music, Noah Goldstein Music, Please Gimme My Publishing Inc, Hifi Music Ip Issuer L.p.

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15) Clarity
by Mac Miller
Track 15 on Macadelic

(Clarity)

Clarity

Clarity, figure all this out, I ain't gonna take a charity

Marry me,

Wish everyone could shake and play the tambourine, perfect

I know I love you I ain't trynna let those words slip. Pure bliss,

I knew that we would stay together, we in cursive

[la la la la la love]

[la la la la la love, love]

Infatuation,

When every single move you make is fascinatin'. Gravitatin'

Towards anything that gives a sense of happiness. Act of Bliss,

Love, act of Bliss

Sendin' my love for girls who got some cuts at their wrists

Hope you found what you lookin' for

I hope you found what you lookin' for

You take away the pain and I thank you for that

If I ever get the chance, bet I'm paying you back

I'mma be waiting for that

Misery,

You represent love, you the epitome. So wish for me,

I'll come out of nowhere, your epiphany. Disconnect

From everybody

Who don't understand my vision yet. In a jet

Is where my mind is so I light another cigarette to calm me down

[la la la la la love]

[la la la la la love, love]

So calm me down

Everybody who can save me now is not around, chopper down

Busy today, but can you tell me how tomorrow sounds? In between,

Purgatory ain't as bad as it would seem to be

Live a dream

That's so cliche, but I can't tell you what it means to me

You take away the pain and I thank you for that

If I ever get the chance, bet I'm paying you back

I'mma be waiting for that,

Said, I'mma be waiting for that

[love, love, love]

{And so it is to the printing press

To the recorder of man's deeds

The keeper of his conscience

The courier of his news

That we look for strength and assistance

Confident that with your help

Man will be what he was born to be

Free and independent}

Songwriters: Brent Reynolds / Eric Dan / Jeremy Kulousek / Malcolm McCormick / Zachary Vaughan
Clarity lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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16) Get Your Roll On
by MF DOOM
Track 11 on Special Blends NºS1&2

[original sample of Big Tymers]

(Metal Face)

[Verse 1 Manny Fresh]

I..fuck..these...hoes

Af-ter...our...shows

Big...dicks...we...sling

Freak...bitch...do ya thang, do yo thang

Benz...Vettes....Hummers....jets

Ro-Lex...Mo-settes

Tele-visions…..head...rests

Twenty...inches....nothin...less

Every...day.....iced.....out

Nigga...play....lights...out

M...period...fresh...comma

Yo wife is...my......baby...mama

God.......damn...mother

What...the....fuck

Hold-on.....everybody (scribbles)

Get yo' roll on

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

[Verse 2 Baby]

Be-atrice.....bitch....please

You....know....who I.....be

Nothin....else.....none....other

The...number....one...stunna

Nigga...I....pimp....hoes

Fuck....toss....flip....hoes

Show them....bitches....no...love

Ridin 2g lacs....on......dubs

Ounces....quarters....halves...bricks

Nigga I done sold all that shit

soon as....my....tour....stop

Bought five Bentley Zoras.....props

TV's....must...buttons....must

CMB...platinum...plus

What the.....fuck...hold...on (scribbles)

Everybody get yo' motherfuckin roll on

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

[Verse 3 Manny and Baby together]

I...like...loud...pipes

Big....rims....mo...ice

V-twelves...or...better

No...it's....strictly...leather

Play...station....DV...D

Don't worry about your bitch

She comin wit' me

Leavin stickers on the Bentley

To show the price

Arm out the windows

Just to floss my ice

Fresh....wait...hold-up

That's that bitch....we...fucked

Nigga.....what yo...bank...bout

Dog i've been....lost...count

Pop that Kriss.....pop that moe

Slap that bitch.....punch that hoe

What the...fuck....hold-on

Everybody get yo motherfuckin roll on

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

Everybody get your roll on

Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what

What, what, what, what...

Songwriters: Bryan Williams / Byron O. Thomas
Get Your Roll On lyrics © Reservoir 416, Money Mack Music, Songs Of Universal Inc., Concord Road

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17) K.Y.S.A.
by Phantogram
Track 5 on The Alchemist and Oh No – Welcome To Los Santos

Air. Never ever seemed so far away.

And the eye of a hurricane, eyed. And I tried.

Death. Never have I seemed so touchable.

I'm a dart caught in your cable’s eye. And I tried.

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive.

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive

For a minute...

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

So brave, will you wanna hurt your face tonight.

In a hall walking to the bright light, dissect belt.

Chafe me, cause you know it's not the end of us.

I'll be gone until you get it right.

Impossible, impossible, impossible.

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive.

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive

For a minute...

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

(I won't give, I won't give, I won't give, I won't.)

Keep yourself alive

(I won't give, I won't give, I won't give, I won't.)

Keep yourself alive.

(I won't give, I won't give, I won't give, I won't.)

Keep yourself alive

For a minute...

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive.

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive

For a minute...

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive.

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive

For a minute...

(I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't leave, I won't)

Keep yourself alive

For a minute...

Songwriters: Alan Maman / Jake Portrait / John Barret / John Barrett / Josh Carter / Joshua Carter
K.Y.S.A. lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc, Royalty Network

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