Tema: E-Dubble - Tekstovi Pesama

Alive Til' I Die


[Hook:]
I'mma talk that shit. Why? Cause I'm alive 'till I die
Hands in the sky cause I'm just so high
Drink beers. Why? Cause I'm alive 'till I die
Life's too long; give the kids a couple years
Get 'em high. Why? Cause they're alive 'till they die
They're never going to live if you never let 'em try
Get 'em high. Why? Cause you always sell 'em lie
Fill up a cup with something stupid and we sip it till it's dry

Redundant and rethorical. Rhymes metephorical
Carbon and borium. Science is adorable
When humans are babies they're really just trainees
Figure out the hustle so they don't seem lazy
Crazy and desperate. Looking upset
Always let shit go 'till it turns to a mess
It's fucked up and painful. Them little things change you
Chained to the common definition of an angle
You're never going to make it. Just accept it
So you try to live a life where you don't regret shit
Moving rocks to the top of a mountain just to
Throw 'em back down. And when you get knocked down
Pull your ass back up. Life's tough, but that ain't no reason
For cheating. Fake freedom keeping them heaters tucked
In your tool-belt. If you really wanna be rough
Figure out how to squash pride. Even a punch
Can give you jail time. That's why I studied up
How to live life between the lines till Armageddon comes
If it does, scratch that verse; I will have guns
Mad Maxin' mother fuckers till [?]

[Hook]

When the sun goes down and the girlies get dressed up
I'm dressed down with my homies getting messed up
Pre-game, pre-fame, so we drink shit beers
But I guarantee you're going to hear about us this year
Six white boys trying to make noise
With enough street cred. that we could sleep with toys
I'm not Mike D or [?]
But while it's safe to bet that we could be your hip-hoper
(ugh) Like my name is Frank White
My *** noise have got you saying “that's tight”
Slap a hater like my name is Bob Knight
And with a hand this big you'll be saying good night
Good night to the dicks O'Rilley and [?]
Hip-hop lives, and you'll never out shine us
Flip flop kids with the [?] and binders
Back street peeps and the d-boys like us
That's a cool group, and we're a sweet team
And if you really like us, you should join the street team
All you gotta do is send me an e-mail
With a poorly drawn picture of a naked female
And you're in

[Hook]

Hip-hop is good. I'll 2Pac your hood
With “thug life” on my belly, cause I signed with Suge
Not really, but my feeling is I probably could
Cause I could serve Snoop at rapping, and at fatherhood
No disrespect meant. No dis-service done
Just nervous lips service from a disgruntled dunts
I walk through the valley of the shadow of life
Realised I gotta spit cause I'm really too nice
Hiding talent from the masses. Reclusive Marshal Mathers
Is a sin, but I'm an atheist so you can do the math
Addition of the shit, and calculus might be a bitch
If you mastered binary then you're going to be rich
Control the fucking robots, master all the pop songs
People in your pocket praying that you last long
Two thousand and eight. They've been hiding their faith
When the real deal shows up they'll hate on the fake
Hypnotized too long by the loudest hammer
The kick and the stand mesmerized like Obama
The can-speak scares peeps like Osama
Think without re-[?] we're going to get hammered
It's all intertwined, and all on the line
You can buy a used book, and still read it just fine
Politics is entertaining. The music is politics
But it's all bullshit so please don't follow it
Come on!

[Hook]

Big Ships


Big ships still flow on my blocks
Hands up high for the one who know
I'll get by for the one I know
To drink up high for the one I know
When I stand and talk
The lights in the dark
And I 'm feeling like I'm '
So tonight it's on
And ..feels like home
'
I'm strong enough to kill that'
Sometimes I worry that we '
Sometimes I worry that we '
'
As long as we '
Smoking that good life

Animal


Animalistic with your insticts
Walk around confident that your shit stinks
Leave your mark on em'
And you can't be bargained with
Shit's so butter but they sellin' you margarine
Don't buy it, keep trying
Save your strength for what you been eyeing
Both eyes open, patches ain't pirate
Caribbean dreams are unseen but I digress
Into the present tense, we all hesitant
Ain't one of us heaven sent
Emotions build up so you better vent
Stick out like sore thumbs in that leather vest
But even in that thing you are not an an-imal
Even in hampden on the avenue
Fanny pack looking like a kangaroo
Whatever you need to keep up that mandible

I change shapes just to hide in this place
But I'm still, I'm still an animal
Nobody knows it but me when I slip yeah I slip
I'm still an animal

Ups and downs with the peaks and valleys
I reach my palace and its in the alley
- no cage, more like my jungle
Thoughts run free but my ego's humbled
Wish everyone still could hope for
The things they dreamed and could leave that dope for
But I'm a realist and I'm revealin'
The things that cut me, so fuck these feelings
Cut the reeling, it's time to cast again
Blast off, mask off, fuck the oxygen
Time continuum my mind is asking when
The pain will stop we fade to black again
Shades of grey absolutes no truth to em'
- no line in the sand I cruise through em'
That troll that bridge I'm used to em'
Pay no toll easy pass never lose to em'
Price is wrong so I shop for deals
No carrey cuz' barker has got the wheel
Long road but we never gonna stop for meals
We just hammer on - like a glockenspeil
Cop a feel on the tits of life - I just might
While I relish the hate I taste it's like spice
On my tongue my ven-om does not require spite
Unliked - thirst is quenched without sprite

Underdog


Things fade everytime you switch days
With your back against the wall: no balls, no pay
On call and you're going insane
Nothing new, repition living Groundhog Day
Like Bill Murray life is blended: McFlurry
Watch for nuts because the shock is anaphalactic
No worries
The epinephrine pen sitting by the bottle of gin
Is proof your parachute is purple, bomb the bay, sapphire skin
Your blood is blue, your heart is gold
Thoughts are new, your soul is old
Overload the toblerone
Take the throne
They know you're home
You shake the ground you walkin' on
What the fuck you think they barkin' on
Them dogs are pissed you stole they bone
The "I" in team you ball alone
Your pride has seemed to overflow
Hold the phone with dreams on hold
Live the shit that writes the poems
You go for gold but end up broke
Fuck a bronze: you're not LeBron
No gilded path to walk upon
You spill caraffs and drop the ball
You missed your match you underdog

[Hook x2 - Peter Muth:]
Watch out for the stubborn little underdog
We keep it going even when they try to cut us off
Fall down, back up- brush our shoulders off
They throwin' stones but we bigger than a boulder

Six Million Dollar Man, Lee Maj, I am not him yet so just let me rephrase
Ionic bonds rolling all day, bionic 'til the tonic has my vision freeze framed
We battle through our vices, dodging bigger crises
Through vacations that show up twice every 7 days
And we some underdogs cussin' at the overlords
Wonder why they sluff us off, deductible they wrote us off
I soldier on thru no's and dongs
Avoid the streets with pipes and bombs
Fist to sky, my wrist is fly
With no Rolex I'm rich inside
Pistol whip the sun to shine
Nudge the moon: it's quitting time
Get some rest, I need my coffee
Decaf for your pregnant wife

Ephedrine in my Slurpee, I am tired of the lurking
It is time for me to pounce upon this shit and get it twerking
I wonder if they heard me, wonder-wonder if they're nervous
Wonder if they understand exactly what's about to surface
A ripple in the water and some shit's about to start up
Put a target on my back because I won't be saying pardon
I won't be saying 'scuse me, might just piss up in jacuzzis
Cuz' the underdog just found roids and he's gonna abuse em'

[Hook x2]

[Outro]

Two Steps From Disaster


[Hook:]
They see me, They see you
We stay two steps from disaster my words
Stay free, stay true
And we don't look back we packed enough rations
For me, and you...
If they need our help then they can come get it
But we, are cool
And we never get bored surviving this story like

Two tone rebel - peddle through til' armageddon
Arm n' hammer habits cuz' they'll beat you if you let em'
2nd gets the minutes but the 1st amendment's better
Yeah that gun can really talk but he sucks at writing letters
Incommunicado - heart colder than old gazpacho
I'm sippin' on that hard and I'm living for a motto
Looking for a reason to appreciate the breathing
But I'm only coming up with all the women in Ibiza
Not a bad one-
Goddamnit I need a bad one
One that hits me twice a day then hits me with an and one
Futuristic in fluorescent vicky secrets
With a penchant for the purple looking good with that cohiba
Yeah- we blowing pine trees thinking bout' the landscape
While the world is burning cuz' they turning from the handshakes
Diplomatic deflation- no more pageants or facelifts
We be losing our minds- no more homeostasis
No more cities that work - Work
No more leaders to lead - Lead
No more coagulation
They just leave us to bleed
They just leave us to wonder what the fuck we're doing wrong
They just needed to keep us underneath their fucking thumb
So no more thumbelina
And no more stumbling either
Handle emergencies - with or without the FEMA
So adios - syncratic
Idiosyncrasies
They want us all the same, but we think differently

[Hook]

So cut a tree down, and make a life boat
You're gonna need it when they cut the fucking tight rope
They look anemic when they fienin for the white vote
Fuck a voter card I burn it up inside my pipe bro
I let the smoke clear, then watch the sunrise
They vacay hallucinatin' with them fungi's
But fuck that we work
Two tones is first
I'm Black Pais til' my ass gets murked
We keep it moving til' the death
Reach another depth
They take away our rights
Then we hit em' with the left
I ain't speaking on the parties
I ain't really got authority
Independent's how I'm leaning
Cause they scheme with their reporting
Politicking for pennies'
Congress be trippin' plenty
Smoking that campaign
Legalize it already
Fuck reppin that Akin, I separate him like bacon
Got 6 degrees in my corner that turkey's ready for basting
I meet him I grab a broomstick cause told Biggie told me to do it
Legitimizing with justice that puppet's lucky I'm foolish, huh
That two tone's got a ring to it
Grayscales they bail cause' of the chin music
I ain't playing around I've fuckin' been truant
They no shows, no class, they fuckin' live stupid
I broadcast like that little Ted Koppel guy
Fillet chicks but dammit I'm done with waffle fries

[Hook]

Tired


[Intro: Tom Petty]
I'm tired of srewin' up, tired of goin' down
Tired of myself
Tired of this town

[Verse 1: E-dubble]
Small pond, big pond, the fish are the only difference
City outta harmony lingering on the dissonance
Fisherman, wrapping up citizens with their fishing nets
Sometimes chemical, some plain old imprisonment
Dissidents laughing at themselves as if they had a voice
Acting like technology really gives them a better choice
Protect our borders as we stack up our elitism
Defeatism is what we pretend that we keep believin' in
I'm straddling both lines, the quietest re-volt
Politicians fake like they caring that we-vote
Legalese ver-bose, cause if its plain english
Then us add, ritalin, riddled children might get it
And if they do, then your fucked, when they know what's up
You might start seeing public servants dressed as little punks
No tie, no suit they just lookin for some truth
Campaign funds came from hacked ATM booths
Talkin' grass roots, man they talkin' run and shoot
I just sit back and figure out what the fuck to do
And of course I want the loot but everyone should have the freedom first
Tryna find a balance between callous and liberal bleeding jerk
One hand in my pocket, one fist in the air
White guy from the suburbs like I probably shouldn't care
But fuck this establishment, I really ain't havin it
Manipulate like machiavelli until I'm grabbin it

[Hook: Tom Petty]
I feel summer creepin' in and I [3x]
I'm tired of this town

[Verse 2: E-dubble]
Me too Tom
Shift gears, 6th gear, mash it until I get there
Illadelphia state of mind until I get my head clear
DMV stand up, Baltimore and what
The politics of everything suck, so just man up
Don't know what to stand for at least I'm still upright
Even those on the down low can be uptight
Not me, I'm me, balls in my hand
When I'm spittin' cause my potency's stronger than any mans
And I'm never laying down, my feet are not in the sand
Only vacations we get are at the bottom of a glass
Top me off again, poppin' vodka for a tan
This fifth is like a time machine or a weekend in japan
Line by line my rhymes revealin' just what's inside of me
Nothing to be proud of but at least I get it outta me
How did he, trick the doctor out of a lobotomy
Whatever he's got should probably be put inside a bottle please
FDA approval then it fixes the economy
Rationality becomes the standard for the commonry
Less bombings and a sharp decline in whose in poverty
Suddenly the nobel peace prize goes to a rhymer like Bang!

[Hook]

Arcade


Livin' life like minute by minute
Strong arm cynic
I pop eyes sans that spinach
Forearms big no tats bout business
Feelin' grown when I sip a glass of that Glenfiddich
Pronounce it right like an announcer might
Avoid missteps like a fuckin' towson fight
Cuz those cops like to lock you up and lose keys
Cipher in the cell police like who's he
I am - a lot less than what I strive for
Life stalled - but I got a lot to ride for
I know what truthfully holds the key
To my drive but my ride is rolling on e
And I don't feel a need to even fill my tank up
Life lookin bleek but I still say thank ya'
Cuz' all we got now is that fuckin' moment
Can't wait for great and you will not blow this
We live

[Chorus:]
One day to the next day
No light living life in an arcade
Stop playing those games save that change
What you need a joystick for you are Pac Mayne
Runnin' circles, jumpin' hurdles
Playin' what you live but the real milk curdles
And that shit stinks, so stop drinkin' it
Can't you feel the lumps come on homey think a bit

And I ain't with the frontin'
I'm tip-top hip-hop and I'm on to something
Tip of the chapeux to all those who know
What's really good with the music
In the veins it flows
And for me, it's more cuz' when it rains it snows
Overcast like a cloudy day is my prose
Like the weatherman couldn't predict this
Vernacular spectacular peep that diction
- yeah so just peep that scripture
No bible, but I will, seek that wisdom
Humbled by real life, fumblin' to feel right
Gettin' hammered till I'm buried like a fuckin' steel spike
Weak reference, but keep guessin'
Next time around no room for any questions
No press conference and no interviews
Keep my head above water sans boat or inner tube like
We live

[Chorus]

Top- ON, I don't have a convert
I got a car that works and that's my word
Point a to b I might converse
Shoelace express your best is still my worst
I'm not caked up, at least not yet
But I plan on baking better than the top chef
Cuz' I'll beat the best, no teacher's pet
I leven dough like a yeast infect
No massengill needed I couldn't never be douchey
Omnipresent everywhere stan tucci
Touché, parlez vous mon genre-
Hip-hop is good, live, breath it eat it all day
Eat, pray, love fuck it I'mma stay good
Put my people on a little like che would
But no marxist still shop at target
My revolution's quiet not silent like your farts is

[Chorus]

Get Out Of Park


Headlights on high beam, look at what's behind me
Nothing nevermind, I apply a little Visine
Timing my drive interstate 9-5
2-1 fifth to 4-1-0 the cop's are turning blind eyes
Thank you- my itinerary is obliged
And my waning patience never thought that you would be so kind
But you were so, thank you cuz' now I don't have to murk those
Fuckers in the fast lane driving slower than church goers
You know the ones who wanna die and pay taxes
Never have cash but if I'm dead you can have it
Stash it- up in your mattress it'll last
Just about as long as it takes you to premature ejac, so

Go- Get out of park
- You gotta march
So Go- Get out of Park

They're smokin' pot till the kettle's black
I could never bet on that
I'm callin' people out go ahead and take the rental back
That car ain't yours homey, you and I know it
Have a little transparency apparently they towed it
Never know when cards are gettin' pulled- we're trying to get through
Keep the car in drive cuz' if you park they might get you
Let you- patiently suffer until you're muffled
Only laurels I can rest on are Hardy the boys buffer
Than the rest of them concave unflexed chests
I ain't talking bout muscle the hustle is complex
Thoughts are convex and they bulging til' expulsion
Even with a pop-stopper can't EX my plosives like

Go- Get out of park
- You gotta march
So Go- Get out of Park

I'm feelin' like I'm on neptune
We grinding harder than the people who in charge
Who allege they got the best tunes
Allegedly I am never gonna concede until I find a new deal
I'm mister 52 weeks
FDR with the rhetoric, but I'm Teddy when it comes to getting heavy
Speak soft with the big stick
I'm thinkin' big pic- Tom Hanks with the stature but it's natural
Imagination's a big kids
I hope you dig this, but if you don't that's cool
Not everybody is happy in the pig shit
But I'm satiated hopefully ingratiated
Toast to anyone who is driven I really hope you make it

Go- Get out of park
- You gotta march
So Go- Get out of Park

Drinking With My Headphones On


[Hook:]
The hands go up, but they always come down
That's the sad truth when you're living for the crowd
The show's been over, but you still wanna bow
You really should hang it up but you're just too proud
The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud
Even in the booth you've been havin' little doubts
You put your headphones on and drink 'till you pass out
Praying for a drought help you shake your dark cloud

[Bridge:]
I've not even been around the block
Not even once but I look out the door
The corner's right there, the coast is clear
My eyes are open but I'm hating the chore
No reason to stop now there's nothing but pop clowns
So put your money down put your neck on the table
You feeling so hot now, you're calling the shots now
Switch things up, you gotta shake that label

Call it what you want, call it what you gotta
It's a struggle in the booth to make the truth sound hotter
Make you feel proper make you feel just right
And it's some insecurities just to help you sleep at night
So fall back if you don't feel me. I don't even feel me!
Sometimes I think that I do this shit to try and heal me
Maybe be appealing maybe grow a fan base
But honestly I only make this music for my own sake
You want my own take? Here's my two cents
I don't need your recognition just a record with depth
An intense one that just lets me just vent
One that knows when I'm happy or I wanna get bent
And guess what homeboy? that's all I ever need
Introspection over beats and a party for the fiend
A city full of a songs and a mic for me to speak into
If music speaks to you please take heed:
Think about it, write it down, find someone you can teach it to
I'm not preachin' dude, I'm just trying to cleanse
A lyrical colonic, shake the demons in my head
Sometimes you've gotta purge yourself to make it out of bed

[Hook:]
The hands go up, but they always come down
That's the sad truth when you're living for the crowd
The show's been over, but you still wanna bow
You really should hang it up but you're just too proud
The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud
Even in the booth you've been havin' little doubts
You put headphones on and drink 'till you pass out
Praying for a drought help you shake your dark cloud

Inspiration don't come cheap these days
So I go the opposite direction tryin' to keep this faith
No religion but hip hop has given the opportunity
To put a hundred percent into something that is true to me
And Usually my muses show up so I start sippin'
Allow me to gas myself so I stop trippin
And overthinking and analyzing everything I do
So I can find out what life looks easier for you
How the hell did I develop all of this social anxiety
And fuck a zoloft! I roll off and get high
With these bottles and beers, trying to forget those years
I don't need a script doctor, but let's just say cheers
And tip that, say sip sip sippin' on the jazzers
And when your people join you, then you know it's going to be magic
But when you're on a vision quest, they say that it's a hazard
But trust me, I would never let it turn to something tragic
There's been to many kids lost in my home town
Must be something in the water shed, 'cuz I know now
Suicidal teens ain't born, they're bred
So give them something to hope for instead of pullin' the thread
Unravellin' all of their dreams at the seams
I believe in doing for self, but it's nice having a team
That's why I self medicate just to help meditate
Introspection is arrestin' when you can't catch a break

[Hook:]
The hands go up, but they always come down
That's the sad truth when you're living for the crowd
The show's been over, but you still wanna bow
You really should hang it up but you're just too proud
The beat's too low, and the vocal's too loud
Even in the booth you've been havin' little doubts
You put headphones on and drink 'till you pass out
Praying for a drought help you shake your dark cloud

The 16s we rip 'em, the pen's scribbles explicit
Mic booth is a closet until the studio's finished
Gaurenteed that when we get legit I'm going to miss it
But until then we circle the rag and stay on the mission
A hotbed of ideas, our pens are best friends
I've driven through carpal tunnel, that's hell but the road ends
We've blazing our own path, we work as our own staff
No paychecks get cut, but fuck we'll get past
I stay sipping the bourbon and even though it's a weakness
I need it to find the freedom to make real what I keep dreamin
I mean it, I promise I can surely keep my seams sewn up
As long as I only have to pretend to be a grown up
These headphones are worn, the paint's starting to fade
High's starting to clip, lows starting to wane
But no need to worry, the musics gonna get made
And even when we pass out, wake up to a new day like
bwwwooaaaahhh...

Changed My Mind


I went to sleep and I woke up dead
But I changed my mind- and I want to
I went to sleep and I woke up dead
But I changed my mind- and I want to

Live my life, a to z
Fill up all the vacancies
Feel the vindication from the hate you get for chasing dreams
I’m major league with or without any cosign
Stealing 3rd base, no coach, no go sign, AHHH
That's why I'm feeling how I'm feeling now
Music's my escape but it's feeling even realer now
Grassroots, fuck that, we are on some other shit
Call it what you want but motherfucker you know what it is
I’ll fucking bleed for it, ask them, they know
Color me in sepia they are fuckin' day glow
Shades on, shoes tied shortcuts never work
In it for the long haul, pot shots never hurt
Thick skinned rhinos, elephants we don't forget
What's important overall, no withdraw we don't regret
Pushing forward even those this life sucks sometimes
Fucking with this noose I promise I can get it untied
You made it outta bed, task one, crossed off
Step 2, show them that you ain't gone be a rag doll
Stand up, backbone, strong enough to break falls
Ref is tryna make amends look at all those late calls

[Hook:]
I went to sleep and I woke up dead
But I changed my mind and I want to live
I went to sleep and I woke up dead
But I changed my mind and I want to breath
I went to sleep and I woke up dead
But I changed my mind and I want to ohh
I went to sleep and I woke up dead
But I changed my mind and I want to go [2x]

So many people with the wrong intentions
We've been living with a selfish vision
But I guess it's how we get through it
We take a lesson from the hardships
Bet on ourselves, grit our teeth and hurry up and get to it
We only get a minute to figure out what our business is
Your bucket list is getting long hope you finish it
And in your movie they ain't cast Mr. Nicholson
Stumbling over jaded plots, better making revisions
It's a different kind of feeling when you're doing what you wanna do
Charity is great but you can't help until you make it too
Or maybe that's the reason you've been all broken up
Vanity keeps you panicked your image isn't focused up
Open up and talk about, walk it out and talk again
Closing off is why you see those fucking walls closing in
Break em' down and go outside
Live your life don't live the lie
Lose the attitude and prove that you know how to be alive
And prove that you can thrive, get your money, buy the things
But know that honesty and guts is how you bought the ring
And now your married to it, scarred up a changed person
Reward the hard work looks like the pain was worth it

[Hook]

I'm riding with a heart up on my sleeve
I ain't even sure it's mine but I'm gonna let it be
No instructions to this shit so I add another piece
Playing legos with my life I am tryna build a dream
Arts and crafts day build it from scratch
Construction paper for the skyline, the buildings are matchsticks
Uh, Michel Gondry with the imagery
And I ain't pop a single pill today so who's to say just who can limit me (nobody)
Old soul more like a spring chicken
When them gears start turning and endorphins start kicking
Who's to say what's on the other side
Not me, not you
You don't need to bless me, I just need to ha-chu
sick with it, pandemic, get with it
We are in the same boat we should prolly go fishin', fishin'
And I am feeling like I'm on a mission
So when I wake up please don't tell me any different

[Hook]