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Jake It Till You Make It

by Jake Palumbo

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On a pistol-whip trigger, tryna live in harmony 4th official LP, what the hell is wrong with me? Jake It Till You Make It, I'm running outta chances I'm in my 30's now, there ain't no advances Advance myself forward like a knight on a chessboard Successful corporation but my bed don't have a headboard Not from the projects but got much in common Learned to use chopsticks eating Top Ramen This the last album rapping about pills and side-chicks Time to move on, plus I tend to self dry-snitch But it's been a lot of both since my last official album Gotta get it off my chest, this my last official Valium Even drugs getting gentrified like Brooklyn & Harlem Lost on the long road to F-List Stardom For 5 years the SpaceLAB a block from the Garden Now we in court fighting big business, that's a problem Cashing cashier's checks like the reign will never stop But I'm racing against the clock and my vein's about to pop Paint a picture with a sample, make a sketch that's composite But I ain't chopping one loop without a deposit See my salary is hourly Always face my fears, whether brave or done cowardly Bad at cashing in karma, but I gotta make amends Hope my beats meet receptive ears & proactive pens
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HOOK: Born at the bottom of the mountain in a manger Stuck to my guns even in the face of danger Unemployed intern, to Captain of the Squad I defied authorities & then defied the odds I was too old, too weird, too country, too smart Too tough to die, Iron Man with a new heart Life give you NOTHING, gotta mask up & take it Get it how you live Jake It Till You Make It VERSE 1: Whirlwind train ride, elevated speed Last of a dying breed, least likely to succeed Tell me how this hillbilly prick nabbed the title With a bottle of barbiturates & Frank Zappa vinyl A little bit trippy that this trip been a decade Me & Jak Dizzle splitting half a chicken sandwich Went from bedroom producing to Manhattan real estate I'm tryna make a million in change & then vanish Never signed a slave deal, my servitude indentured Made obscurity a profitable venture Payed as an engineer, slept on artist Production conquers, my slaps slap hardest I need to rehabilitate & make some confessions Why am I still in this godforsaken profession? If you've got a little time I'll try to make this story brief 40 chapters underneath from these Tennessee streets (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 2: The winter was cold, my pops just popped himself God bless the dead, ALS just stopped his health I became a cold calculated being Handpicked my comrades with amalgamated dreams Moms lost the house had to move into a trailer I feel like my family's only hope, I can't fail her In the midst of Armageddon I was rapping with the passion of a reverend Jak moved in, combined our efforts I gave $800 to a dude named Travis The statue has passed plus we paid our damn taxes He got robbed with my money but eventually flipped it SpaceLAB Recordings was officially scripted I faxed in an order for 1,000 CD's Quit my job at Sears, told my boss to see deez Ambitiously anticipate markets I ain't conquered yet But there ain't a local rap scene, I damn near starved to death (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 3: Tried to put Johnson City on the map to no avail Drug problem, 110 lbs. looking frail 2006 it was die or get a new bag of tricks Packed up my '93 Jeep said goodbye to the sticks Headed up I-26 $80 to my name, found a job the 1st week On the N Train, greasy from the air compressor shop Nothing bout me was fleek Oldest intern employed by Progressive Music Studios In the Film Center building A year of volunteering got a job as a manager At Play Studios on the hunt like a scavenger With a coke head owner & a lot of bounced paychecks Still played my shows every state that would pay me In business for myself cause the industry drained me But I outlasted every asshole that tried to play me
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VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo Balancing bugets to ball fierce Sale rack Polo, 34, Paul Pierce Precision-made playbooks, my board of advisors Decisions made high off a horse tranquilizer My side chicks' is eating, treat em like a Quain I dont sweat her bout deep throat, but the trachea is trained 4 Deep In A Honda, 10 Deep in a Van(e) Wire the chicken in advance cuz to me it's all the same Loved by everybody but I got some vile enemies I can't fight for shit but I got some violent tendencies Sonic mercenary, Serve em for a fee All a sudden cab drivers acting nervous round ME It's Tuffalupagus - you motherfuckers couldn't kill the beat if it 14) Keeled over & died right in front of yas Let me eat my sushi in peace you stupid imbicle Invincible, can't kill me with 10 tentacles HOOK: Smoking on the finest, focused on the commas Poking on a dime, if you don't know what to call it Tuffalupagus You know you're loving this, you can't fuck with this Hundred dollar bills, can't even buy a soda Let me in this game, now it's over, I'ma show ya Tuffalupagus You know you're loving this, you can't fuck with this Tuffalupagus VERSE 2 - C-Zar Van Gogh Winning in every inning & every outing Work start piling up the scale, each & every mountain What I'm up to every day Sipping bar, tipping tities, hitters with me And we be getting great at my getaway By the way, all the prices that I'm getting Getting bent while I'm sitting straight Shifting weight Tripping up and down the interstate Real n**** s***, when we talking look me in the face Chinky from the drugs, give a f*** about your feelings, so Motherf*** the Feds, get the phone call, INTERPOL I look in your soul, then I raise the weapon I own Young n**** but my texture is old Blue denim still kill 'em even fresher with holes My OG told me lesser is more These days I ain't banging nothing less than a 4 Now I got 'em under pressure for sure Load the bases (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 3 - Jake Palumbo & C-Zar Van Gogh I got a goon for every bump in your face I got a b**** for every bump in the road I smoked an O for every one that I sold Hot winters & the summers is cold These extendos, fammo - don't underperform Hit the Wendy's on a windy day, ReTweet from Wendy Day Mixed too many hits to do ya mixtape for flimsy pay My revenge is getting rich, selling out without the switch, own the masters & My b**** is frying fish in the kitchen And if you catch me with a vixen, it's a mixed one Only time I took an L it was a lit one And you ain't really worth mentioning This jerk behind the counter say he can't break this Benjamin Jake Affleck, Palumbo produce The Town And Ceddy Roosevelt rejuvenate the juvenile And we could shoot it out, but this gonna have to do for now Girl scout cookies, thumbing through a thou... (REPEAT HOOK)
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HOOK: Record game crazy, loops is the dirtiest Making money in my 30's, Wolf Of 30th Record game crazy, loops is the dirtiest Making money in my 30's, Wolf Of 30th Quaaluded up But still handle business like you're all suited-up I'm all zooted up Quaaluded up But still handle business like you're all suited-up I'm all zooted up C'mon VERSE 1: District Selectman, product of September Not just the President I'm also a member Who'd have ever thought a Hillbilly would have a lab Next to MSG? Used to barely catch a cab back to Brooklyn I'm a legend in my own mind Necessity the mother of invention to a zoned mind Multiple instances, with mistresses Keeping clandestine from Instagram witnesses Rest in power to Rowdy Roddy Piper My Triple 6 tapes said that powder make you hyper My prescriber provides a performance enchancer My effect on the cypher is fully on point But you should probably check my eyelids Cardiac party pack the worst shit that I did My Boston babe text me, she want me in the worst way But still deals to close before the end of the workday (REPEAT HOOK) Blessed to wake up with new pics from new chicks Inbox of emails from industry new pricks Phone ringing, but I don't feel like talking I'm in the Continental like I'm Christopher Walken I live a life of Pulp Fiction But still handle business, act a fool in the kitchen I cracked two ribs on stage in Philly, man I should stop trying to be Brian Pillman Jesus, room temperature cheeses Release seeds in whatever womb I peases Pleasing my psyche's gonna bite me Cause all of the above is all that's left that still excite me I'm in the studio nightly So the Chase Checking high & the wifey mad, writing me So how'd you get your recognition? With a Penzoil flow & retard repetition (REPEAT HOOK)
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VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo I tried to tell ya, ya didn't listen So I'ma kick back and grab the last piece of chicken The city & the country gave me a weird vernacular But it's backed money-back by the fact my rap's spectacular Forgive me, I'm not media-trained I make an honest living but seeking seedier fame Lawsuits, fly suits, multiple wives I'll be on the no-fly list by the time I close my eyes I expend energy, you are just expendable My technical ability and pen game's commendable And you just sit there like a got damn vegetable I'm eating up Brussels sprouts, burning up broccoli Check account swelling and the blogs start clocking me Hard work conquers, back the f*** up off me I've got a bad habit, of turning up in public But I need that gasoline when I'm preaching to my subjects (SCRATCH HOOK) VERSE 2 - Shabaam Shadeeq S heavy on the weigh-in, in big coupes they play this I'm a favorite in they playlist, some of you dudes are plagiarous Always taking major s***, verse is an extended clip I slap it in when I begin and let the words rip Move out the way though, my flow greater I keep it bubbling hot like the Earth's Equator Let her taste major flavor, I'm a major player One of the saviors of this art form Any beat's a platform to transform The topics that I speak on get, get me sets at the UN Ambassador, raw, nominated I'm a shoe-in When I was young I was a truant I still passed with A-Plus Tagged my name on every one of them crosstown school bus Fashion icon, triple fat goose on You a lame, might as well put your noose on and hang I was in you and your people's conversation They wondering how I stay blazing With them ladies waving my flags (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 3: So don't get comfortable cuz I'm a humble student Who stumbles in the party looking fumed and awful zoomed It's stupid to think Jake Palumbo won't school you Don't let the hair gels & button-ups fool you Brooklyn took me in when you were still scared to move Carved my own little niche, there's very little left to prove You can't hustle in the park, the damn camera's panoramic the SpaceLAB signal, round up my band of bandits My kick drum, my snare drum, my high hats my shakers Are lifted off the breaks of the original makers Hustle hard - I'm never making beat tape rejects Did a record with Sahdeeq & my fee increased 3 steps The keepers of the lost art, built from integrity Selectman, Future Dead F-List Celebrity Catch me on your local cable access channel Drinking up the free liquor when I'm speaking on your panel (REPEAT HOOK)
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Duke Evers 02:34
VERSE 1: Good morning Brooklyn, Hillbilly Banksy Catalog speaks for itself when I'm cranky Snare drums crack they recorded close mic'ed-ed I really only care if like 20 people liked it Couple pairs of Nike's, couple fly Jordan's Couple DC's & the rest is unimportant Get accustomed to calling the office You wanna speak to Jake that requires an appointment Brace ya self, your bank account blossoms Then lose it in a sample suit from Wah Wah Watson It's a little harder pressure with a larger world watching I'd give it all up to see my Dad in his Datsun But God said nada, so we gotta keep it popping Soma's on the picnic it's probably time to pop em Karate Kid, older dude playing younger Trained by Duke Evers not to never lose your hunger HOOK: -------- Older duke playing younger Trained by Duke Evers not to ever lose your hunger Winston Wolf, you should never lose the number Trained by Duke Evers not to ever lose your hunger Karate Kid, older dude playing younger Trained by Duke Evers not to ever lose your hunger Winston Wolf, you should never lose the number Trained by Duke Evers not to ever lose your hunger VERSE 2: I move my weight like a John Deere tractor You should never let the impossible be a negative factor Clean rap sheet, no space for rabid vultures Made my own lane, had to cultivate my swagriculture G.I. Joe in the field, spraying lasers Faded, passing out on my subway neighbor It's done been a decade of mischief & mayhem A misfit, I'm Todd Shaw, Get In Where You Fit In Gotta politic political, my time capsule's critical See our drama doesn't ever leave the locker room SpaceLAB rocket center, supernova sonic boom The clock my nemesis, respect is my rocket fuel To everybody who showed us love When we were guests in their hood And the heads that came to shows every chance that they could And every person spread the word My wordy words is dirty, street And every housekeeping made that had to clean my dirty sheets (I'm sorry!) (REPEAT HOOK)
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HOOK: (I throw ya brain in the Cobra Clutch) The humbleness is over They think I'm sober when I'm high Think I'm high, when I'm sober Make $100,000, probably never drive a Rover The rest can make you wanna dive Off the Cliffs of Dover The road's been rough, but so the fuck what We still here holding up Same plan, never change Put the game in the Cobra Clutch Till the whole globe knows what's up VERSE 1: District Selectman, my bulls*** I'm back at it Full clip of kicks, count my failures & laugh at it What else can you expect me to do? When I'm broke, I'm probably still more effective than you Too rich to quit now But still struggle to pay rent Still hit the slab soon as shoes hit the pavement SpaceLAB - my hits & my chips made in basements Had a fan base before any major placements Select few can do what we do Like Calvin Coolidge water-skiing in a SeaDoo Instead I hit the slaloms in my nostrils, preposterous Exotic pastas, with Bob Costas Antidisestablismentarianism Hands high on the stage, or your stereo system Nowadays I'm playing Tetris on the hardest level Gargamel demeanor, JP ain't got the heart to settle (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 2: I'm just a Southernplayalistic Bacharach making music Bat-crack activist, please don't make me use it Back catalog or new single, people choose it Rough business, good p****, gotta work not to lose it Stock ticker, tryna beat the clock ticker I absorb liquor quick as Billy Joel's liver Got a glimmer in my brown eyed soul, Hall & Oates Your politics determined by the way your dollar votes Mix it down analog, 2-inch to 2-Track Put it on the street & generate your revenue back Studio vet, I don't have to front to prove that I'm the reason shitty rappers still sound pleasant sonically It would take too long to catalog it chronologically You probably owe me money, owe me props or an apology Never went to college, but I was always very scholarly Hood politician spending bands at the Dollar Tree (REPEAT HOOK)
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I like a natural woman, I'm not attracted to lipstick Respectful conversation leads to lips on my dipstick White girls love Dipset, but don't be a dips hit Nothing unsolicited, demos or d*** pics Wait till they request new material I ask 'em how her grades & baby what's you're favorite cereal? Can I use your shower? Make a smoothie in your blender? Plenty women off the internet Never used Tinder. I'm so lovable but scummy For big-ticket shopping best to have your own money But I always got the check Always eat it in the morning She tells me I'm a jerk, but she sorta miss my snoring And it's been 10 months since I seen her in her bra So let's exchange clean test results & schmang raw We about to get it in on the ride home "Yo who the fuck is Jenny??" Man why she ain't dial the iPhone?!?!? HOOK: Only one life to life, gotta f*** while you can Sensitive but rough, baby girl I'm your man Dial 867-5309 I ain't Tommy Tutone, I'm Tommy Two-Phones Two doors down in Room 269 It's only two tickets & the show's all live You gon' love me, you gon' hate me You gon' love me again Love buddy, best friend She gon' f*** me again VERSE 2: The internet's a big place, be careful when you creeping GPS & check-ins disabled for a reason But these DM's are active after PM She need to see him, can she maybe be my BM? I catch a lotta flights or a bus or an Amtrak To hammer out hamstrings & beat out your damn back Move into my casa, at least until tomorrow But you can even leave an extra toothbrush and Tampax I'm all about safety but fuck non-complacent Let's complicate our lives to your Spotify playlist Obamacare insurance, my women get provided With an oral contraceptive, OrthoTryCyclin Got a Latina side-chick with a T-Mobile SideKick Password protected so she can't see through my pics Take out & Netflix, get it popping back at my home "Why is your ex texting you? I thought you didn't talk anymore?!?!" ....man why she ain't dial the iPhone!?!? (REPEAT HOOK)
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VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo Big dreamer, small business '88 Beamer, heat seeeker, tall Guiness I am living on the edge of panic rooms & busted windows With a mustard colored jumpsuit Seducing younger womens Spend my days in the basement avoiding the super Cornbread, peach tea, burning sour, eating grouper Spiral out the staircase leaving on the creep Sometimes I wish that I was dead, just to get some decent sleep Time to pay my loan shark, Hudson & Horatio Cigar bar owner with enforcers on the payroll Emeralds in the headphones, exchange manila envelopes Handshake agreements, my pops taught me to honor those Move in total silence, so I'm never like "your honor", though Ostinato bass line, copped a box of Optimos Cops is like the Octagon, choke without a care In the lab I'm Dr. Octopus, engineer extraordinaire HOOK - Innocent? Look - I don't know what these motherf***er's expect You carved your name in this game, they gotta show you respect Traveled across lands, demand they cut a check You so up to your neck, might light up a cigarette (And you don't even smoke...) They say you insane in the membrane, & yep There's a couple screws missing But homie ain't done yet I make you a bet that the day before you go You get a million-dollar check in a manila envelope VERSE 2 - Jake Palumbo Smash pumpkins off the necks of dumb fellas Country bumpkins buying guns at Cabela's Switch the vehicle cause they memorize your patterns Rap is lackluster, never memorize your patterns Snooping neighbors, overdue favors But if I'm on the clock, then there's food on the table My mood is unstable, sampling Dave Brubeck Dance like I'm crippled with palsy, I can't two-step Cripller crossface, true story - I sold Chris Benoit groceries in 1999 Before I ever sold a record, before he snapped & went gory Met my idol as a teen, the Wolverine said go for mine Bumped my head a few times Suffered two concussions But cracked $80 Thou on the strength of my percussion Last year, JP Midas Touch, Golden Ear Old enough to know better, young enough to see it clear (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 3 - Roc Marciano Ghost guns from the Philippines These white b*****s is feeling me like Ryan Philippe Whip a blow-up in the kitchen, this s*** is chemistry It's risky business, we did wickedry with the chicken feet Switching V's, $50 G's is chicken feed We in a different league, I cop my ice from Tiffany's Drive-by's in the Lotus, the 6-speed The 5th will bend your knees like Christopher Reeves Getting the breeze is just routine My shoes from the boutique They cool as Kool G, they run a cool G Just copped a new blue SUV We don't lose sleep Was a jewel thief I popped the tooly at your booty meat Play your position, I'm playing mines I'm playing God, you could never take the baton My young shooter Juan he from San Juan Said Duece was on the arm After he blammed your car, he died his hair blonde BRIDGE - Innocent? What do you do when your back is against the wall And you're down so deep, no reception to make a call All you got is a couple of bags of raw Brown liquor, one mic & a button that says record Second hand got me high as my first toke Don't even think Travis Scott come equipped with the antidote Dungeon of rap, these chains will never be broke All because of C-Notes inside manila envelopes
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VERSE 1 - Ruste Juxx Deep from the depths of the dirt, I’m a demon Terrorize your nightmares, bitch while you dreaming J-U-Double-X, you motherf***ers next Suplex, n***a, break your motherf****ng neck Murder-One case-beater, walk out of court laughing Lead shower your corpse in a blood-bathing Vampire, nocturnal beast with it Murder rate increasing, wack rapper deceasing You fragile, I’m wild with that mad style Been a bad seed, Juxx was a bad child My enemies die slow, it’s torture 3rd degree burns on your body when I scorch ya Sunblock, Ong Bak, elbow to forehead Double back, reload, empty out more lead You duck, dive, dip when I’m dumping N****s fronting, got that shotgun pumping HOOK: I storm through your fortress with the force of an elephant There’s not a b**** bone in my Exoskeleton Two puffs of petro, my brains turn to gelatin Grind 9 to 9, the city is all mine If I die tomorrow, or they throw me in cuffs I will not back down to a couple of local tuffs So no, we won’t hang around to hear your metaphors Get the f**k back, Jack Stand clear of the closing doors VERSE 2 - Jake Palumbo Never walk with the sheep, I’m avenging the herd You expecting Dawson’s Creek? This Revenge Of The Nerd Before Netflix & Chill, it was Blockbuster Nights I used to date a White Russian up in Killa Crown Heights Mix a White Russian out of breast milk & Nesquik Mix a hit record on an SSL desk, quick I’m Destro, you some Cobra Commanders My snare drums get frequently mistaken for hammers Beats By Palumbo, Thorazine to your Thorax Fleetwood Mac, I cut your cocaine with Borax Dr. Seuss flows, getting shows for 3 or 4 racks Poet laureate for the groundlings like the Lorax Send my mail to Gravesend, Bucktown When my grey-haired uncle plays with guns You should Duck Down Ruste, Smif-N-Wessun in the SpaceLAB, what now? Touch down, take the money & run, POW! (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 3 - Tek of Smif-N-Wessun: P***y h* wanna test I, must be ready to die You’re f**king with the Prince of the Stuy I’m just another great from the 718 It’s the silverback, outfit all BAPE I point fingers & bodies drop Leg, chest, head shots Come thru any block Let the Mac Milli rock I remember days when I was at the Days Inn Bagging up, tryna make a G before a day’s end I never spoke that N***a where the smoke at? (Where the smoke at?) 40-Calli on my waist, don’t provoke Tek I told the banker that I got that Shoot that light s***, n***a threw a 5 and I threw 6 Ohhhhhh….. Diadora’s killed the game that’s for certain Curtains, waves so thick that you can surf in You see my n***as, them my n***as for life Don’t get yours cut short Rest in Peace Sean Price Smoke…. (REPEAT HOOK)
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Red Rover, Red Rover Send Jake Palumbo over In a Toyota Tacoma, with a Dodge Dakota motor On The Airport Speedway I did speed at airports Fly as f**k, lost soul, Amelia Earhart Raised in the backwoods, with Backwoods & beats Handicapable - gotta take my chain off to eat Always been a little strange More Prince than MJ Smoke the chalice with the Sensei from NJ Masked avenger, toxic, sinister I squash your mix with an Oxford Limiter I got caught creeping with a chick named Jennifer At the Sheraton in Maryland at a buffet dinner SpaceLAB!!!! In the kitchen making chicken Jake Palumbo from the wrong side of the Mason-Dixon Pace car piston, with a race car engineer Carhartt & Timbs, Dale Earnhart edition, c'mon HOOK: Fish stay grilling, shrimp stay jumbo You may not understand me But I definitely ain't mumble Off the top like we in the Royal Rumble Gravy like gumbo, Beats By Palumbo Catch me in an unfamiliar city rocking solo Or the Coney Island boardwalk Probably rocking Polo Politic with legends, get bread with the young's Get head from my lovers More bread in the oven C'mon VERSE 2 - El Da Sensei (SCRATCH BREAK) (REPEAT HOOK)
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HOOK - Mike N.O.T.E.S Try to let go of the pain, try to let go of the pain But it's not going away, but it's not going away And things fall apart, but you left me here with these pieces And things fall apart, but got damn you know you're my weakness VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo Dropping off a package in the mail at 34th Street Returned back to the office, got the link that you divorced me Refresh your social medias every half hour Like I'm looking for an answer that somehow won't make me sour Wish you understood with great power comes responsibility But I really should have called you F*** I got? A disability? I know he's not as trill as me But he's probably more stability But knowing that you're happy out there without me Is killing me... VERSE 2 - Ed Ward Wonder why I'm feeling so different? Cause your way of healing is so distant Make me feel like maybe you need distance Think the grass still greener? Then move fences And every fight that we had always been near-death But two wrongs make a wrong, not a right or a left Word to the wise, fall in love, be weak & be stressed But the one in control is the one who cares less HOOK - Mike N.O.T.E.S Try to let go of the pain, try to let go of the pain But it's not going away, but it's not going away And things fall apart, but you left me here with these pieces And things fall apart, but got damn you know you're my weakness Try to let go of the pain, try to let go of the pain You got me going insane, you got me going insane And things fall apart, but you left me here with these pieces And things fall apart, but got damn you know you're my weakness VERSE 3 - Mo Kofuma You are my Truman Show Can't do this scene without you Cause deep in my subconscious where I dream about you I know that you're an Aphrodite in disguise Verse 4 - Mike N.O.T.E.S I could die from your looks No, I know we not perfect Yeah, so why do we push? Push along with no purpose if we know we not working All the time that we took? Now we throw it out windows with the rose from that bush Keep the thorns in them fingers Pain will make the love linger, pain it makes the love VERSE 5 - Mo Kofuma You better than all of these drugs All I see are my dreams Addicted to all of your love Feel like I'm a fiend I must be so chemically Drawn to your energy, endlessly Your love is the end of me VERSE 6 - Mike N.O.T.E.S Middle of winter I'm out in the cold Nothing but darkness ahead on this road Headlights is off with the pedal to floor I'm playing chicken with nowhere to go Why would you ever leave When you know I need you beside me I'm gonna bleed Cause I know the seed that we planted forever gone And I don't agree with your logic I wanted you, thought you wanted me? VERSE 7 - Jake Palumbo Heavy is my head like Yokozuna doing stunts These Somas got me slow as Mo Kofuma pass the blunt They appropriate my culture of pharmaceutical usage It's a beautiful disaster & musical revolution so... Tick Tock, I just paid the check But my brain replays all the painful texts Heartache, regret Such a shameful mess Ran from my demons like evade arrest Had to swallow my pride cause I ate the rest So every other day it's an eighth of stress See I can't let go cause I made this mess But I'm going insane trying to pay the debt VERSE 8 - Ed Ward So hurting me just helps you With all the petty shit that you do But how that work when we through? Now I'm lost & f**ked up like you Never thought about it, till I wrote this s*** Now I'm broken-hearted & broke as s*** Cause I sold my soul so you could own the shit Now I aim a gun & then I blow a kiss (REPEAT CHORUS 2X)
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VERSE 1 - El Gant When I'm walking on the scene Like Akeem The African Dream, mean Fuck your life and sipping lean I been in the hole like I overdosed on Ketamine Then jumped up out with a better scheme Full-steaming ahead and headed to get this team to scream You ain't agreeing? We ain't being civil lil' b*****s like Cybil Shepherd We freezing 'em with weapons like Duncan in Double Dribble Brittle plate of vittles, get your body broke Jake Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat Over the ropes, choke, no hope Just toke like a chief does I been dealing with these childish angry underground angry artists So long that I know they need a brief hug And I'm over the emotions and Different Strokes my favorite show So I don't watch these Re-Runs Watch us leave guns, leave blood in a crisis Leave you lifeless like a pre-cum Got a license for this mean drum, I'm Seagram's We run this racket like Acolytes Terry Bradshaw, this the sacrifice HOOK - Jake Palumbo This is Rated E for Everyone Wolfenstein 3-D, cheat codes for every gun For every schmuck that say I'm too hard to market I'm Jackie Shell with his eyes on target And if I had a guarantee I wouldn't go to hell and fry I'd have illegitimate kids & bad people would die Try to hold my liquor, long run thinking bigger Jackie Shell, Bounty Hunter with his finger on the trigger VERSE 2 - Jake Palumbo It's a stick-figure line between genius and insanity Every day I lose my keys plus my faith in humanity Faceless, Sean Hannity, bar-faced lies Spoiler Alert: Life ain't fair, Scarface dies I'm a product of the 3rd worst schools in America Where they break into Rite-Aid with butter knives & a Derringer Brutal staff sergeant in Platoon, Tom Berenger I'm 11 years down, can I last another decade In this god-awful oddball occupation I'm obsessed with slinging cock and balls in mid-ovulation Hit my side-chicks raw, wear a condom in the hot tub What kind of sense does that make? My logic is impossible Get high and preach the gospel, Jake The Snake Roberts Never let a lazy artist disrespect my pockets I'm booked too solid, circuit judge got the docket full Why settle for crack? This amphetamine rocket fuel (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 3 - Ras Kass I'm B.B. King calling out your TV screen Contorted like that bitch from The Ring, the blue scene Lead guitar string gets picked On the chitlins circuit I paid dues till I paid off all debts, but still never get no service My credit score should be 851 Caribou Lou with the 151, go dumb Feeling so numb, I can't feel my Face-book This bitch sniffing Adderal on my iPad That's why I hate Brooke, but thanks, Brooke You gave me some life bars It's just another day at the beach like being a lifeguard Homies pack blammers, so when you feel the burn It won't B. Sanders Guerillas with bananas, we shoot Tarzans And peel your wig back like George Costanza Call the ambulance or meet up at the rapture Adapt to evolve & conquer tatted on my bicep I'll probably f*** my country up like Wyclef
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High tide is rising Life is a movie, hope yours is exciting Even though the outcome of this film was tragic At least we made a classic Dealt a hand, rare as a pair of aces Testament to finding love in strange places Been almost a decade, a few hundred setlists I’m back to square one like I’m searching on Craigslist? I know you prolly don't miss me Loved me unconditional, I miss the way you kissed me Listened to me cry when the music bizness used to diss me Asked for so little and it was "Not now, I'm busy" Wish I could travel, back in a DeLorean Tryna find solace, meditating like Gregorians Future me is the only dude I'd prolly listen to If he'd articulate the empty feeling I have missing you I wish you could have met my nephew, Rand Alexander Kids' smart as hell, I even changed a few pampers You'da laughed at me fumbling, bout to throw up Peter Pan Syndrome, I don't want to grow up I never took lessons to engineer on Logic And I don't learn lessons from good sense and logic I only learn a lesson by falling down a staircase Only see the bigger picture looking down from an airplane I used to have a princess I used to have a wifey but now there's just a distance Cuz I don't operate at a pace you can measure You dealt with my bullshit with grace under pressure Held me down when your fridge held my only cheddar No excuses, I was old enough to know better It seemed to always rain each time we were together ...Never once complained about the weather You would cook me talapia With couscous and veggies, I’d lick on your labia After dinner, dead broke, felt like a winner Pretty in the summer, you were stunning in the winter The Ginger Rogers to Jake's Fred Astaire Ginger Loves Rocco, the Steamboat to my Flair Not an expert on wrestling, but you'd still get the reference Stimulate my brain and my sexual preference Perpetual breakups & reconciliations If I could take it back, I’d make you dinner reservations Try to be the man you need, no more reservations Said I love you in the kitchen, you looked at me strangely All them jokes on Twitter bout having 9 wives Thought I had a second chance, but I'd exhausted 9 lives Played it off for a while with movie nights and great sex I just wish you’d had the decency to send a "Dear Jake" text I know I dropped the ball, I should have sent my letter sooner Fuck that, I should have said it to your face You left my bed 3 weeks ago with tears down your face Find out with the world you got a man on Face...book That was dead ass wrong, and you know it Bullet through my ventricle trying not to show it Recycling our dates I never took a girl to... ...was our spot, my heart’s pounding thru me, yo Try to move on, but save your pics on occasion But if you could see the films that play in my imagination Every time you get tagged by your dude in a pic That's what happens having 17 mutual friends Thanks to Instagram's algorithms An automated robot tells me how you're living I gotta stop the madness, but I can't look away It’s what I get for every time my only lover felt betrayed Certain shit wasn't worth it The best part of all is realizing you deserve it Since then I tried hard to be a better person My grandma asked about you as her condition worsens Memories clear as day, my life lost the light in it Of course I got options, but I’m really not excited, shit Trust me I debated even writing this Hesitant to pick at old wounds while I'm typing this But speaking out my troubles in public is how I cope A genius still fucks up, give a man enough rope Doubt I'll get ever get chance to make it right, we’ll see But if I ever do, Atlantic City’s on me High tide is rising Life is a movie, hope yours is exciting Even though the outcome of this film was tragic At least we made a classic
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VERSE 1 - Ollie OX I'm just tryna prove that my childhood wasn't a glitch Cuz now if I can't Google it, it doesn't exist Sailing in circles through minuscule little pools Won't be the first captain that has sunk with the ship of fools Keeping an eye on all the introverted jealous folk Looking at the world through the wrong end of the telescope Why so serious? Just lighten up, tell a joke Or get over the fact that I am indelible My next plan's to flee the scene & go analog But I'm stuck, cuz that part of my brain can't evolve One's & zero's falling out the crack in my skull cap Nothing to catch me besides dirt when I fall back Dead phone, can't call it like I see it On a workaholic plan, got free nights and weekends The rest of the time, my line's disconnected Struggling torn paths & trying to find an exit HOOK: Clap your hands to the malady Implant the chip, hit the switch, cap your salary Download the app, it's called Actual Reality Looking at the world through the wrong end of the telescope Stuck to my cell phone, tryna get the hell home Elections paid off, corporations this is well-known Man vs. machine, sipping lean outta styrofoam Looking at the world through the wrong end of the telescope VERSE 2: They say it's best to stay indoors And take it back to Orwell, 1984 With an OX by the first name of Oliver Stuck to my cell phone like pasta in a colander Good amount of gwalla, small amount of followers Break down your blueprint to every last polymer Chemistry set and a Remington revolver Revolution televised, Facebook scholars I only plug in when I need it Got a Super NES, 27-inch Zenith These days I don't need porn to set the scene I just go to Instagram, hashtag #PregnantTeen I been stuck in the Matrix Since Steve Jobs was jobless, and Apple iiE's ran BASIC The Oregon Trail to the Benjamin Franklins The banks are bankrupting so I hope you stacked some paper (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 3 - Ciphurphace Scandals & cash ploys, channeled through tabloids Neglected kids, Mom's drinking, the boy rattles his damn toys Perverted verdict, life's shattered when you hear the gavel and man's voice My generation & your generation is comparing Apples & Androids The world's burning, we're all in Hell's Kitchen like Matt Murdock Stuck in this failed system, I'm the rap sure-shot Just give me shots of Whiskey & pots of Kimchi And take me back to the era of Pac & Biggie Or the days when I first heard Cannibal OX get busy Aesop Rock get gritty Oh you wanna be an emcee? Well that job is risky The day we lost a Prince from the sky, falling Purple Rain Everything in the journal is flames Salute Colonel James Swinging on a Soundcloud, catch me in the sky soon Bumrush your Bandcamp, Illmatic on iTunes Popping on Pandora, spazzing on Spotify Get gully on Google Play, you'll get digitally sodomized (Pause) (REPEAT HOOK)
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VERSE 1 – Jake Palumbo I smack a hipster back to DUMBO Unsportsmanlike conduct, Dikembe Palumbo Regretfully never acting my age World Television Champ, Lorenzo Lamas – Renegade I'm vexed & left hanging in the vestibule You'll soon be regrettable for questioning my vision Unquestionable I got more heart in my left testicle Moved to Brooklyn back when that was still a questionable decision Back when Giuliani was getting rid of Orange Julius I was fool enough to think that I could really do this Buster Keaton, with a deadpan expression Deadpool ambition, Part III Lethal Weapon Mene Gene interview, off the head, hexed stupor Superman's cool, but we influenced by Lex Luthor Shoot the fair one? Never. Rather shoot you for tresspassing Test pressing, white-label, money order, check cashing HOOK (Scratching): Onstage with the planet in the palm of my hand Whatever I'm spitting on Get with the quickness Royalty from the county of Kings I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse And you'll be first to catch this beat-down I got Brooklyn manners, & Tennessee tendencies Deep discussions turn to deep concussions Professor, pound in my dresser Overstand the underhanded ways of my camp, B VERSE 2 – Sean Price Welcome to Brownsville, my kids it ain't a jungle Got a lot of blocks, Ahk – Dikembe Mutumbo French Spader gun blow, Timbs beige & gum-sole Got blood on the bottom, thugs up in Sodom Savage life, appetite for destruction Bagging white, smack a hermaphrodite in the function Conjuction Junction, you f***s is pumpkin Pie, I am fly, awesome Henny consumption Too old for bulls***, playtime is over Grey 9 with the mule-kick, playtime for doujas Rap real life, life really's a wrap Your s*** b**** weak, 16 is 6 feet deep Baby bar, par, crap in your diapers I'm crazy, I don't play with y'all Crack in the pipers Get the memo Sean been hard since the days of “It's A Demo” P! (REPEAT HOOK) VERSE 3 – Jake Palumbo Respectful honky, amicable Anglo Productive junkie, eat a Xanax with a mango Annex your assets by any means needed Half this board meeting don't seem to realize I'm weeded Southern hospitality, humble to a fault But you push the wrong button, got no problems with assault You getting mushy, spending money on your lady I'm getting pussy wearing clothes from Old Navy But my Ralph Lauren Polo's are pressed up like vinyl Address me as Your Highness in the presence of your rivals Electrified Blanka, fighting M. Bison Finally earned a shot for 16 with Mic Tyson Jake Palumbo, Jake Steed, Jake Lamotta Jake It Till You Make It, take the money, make it hotter Born in Tennessee you tend to see a lot of firearms Fire out your speakers guaranteed as long as I'm on (REPEAT HOOK)

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PRODUCED BY JAKE PALUMBO

Recorded at SpaceLAB Recording Studios NYC by Mo Kofuma, Kelly Rodriguez & Michael Goodwin

Mixed by Jake Palumbo

Mastered by Dale Nixon & Jake Palumbo

All songs © 2016 SpaceLAB Recordings
℗ Palumbo’s Escrow (ASCAP)

Sample clearances by Miss Kincade & Miss Carmichael for Adam Schiff, Esq. & Associates

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released November 18, 2016

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