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The Hundred​-​Thousandaire Hobo

by Jake Palumbo

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CHORUS: ------------- A hundred banging tracks with the SpaceLAB logo The Hundred-Thousandaire Hobo Made a hundred racks, can't finance a Volvo The Hundred-Thousandaire Hobo Got my deposit but the show is a no-go The Hundred-Thousandaire Hobo It's guns in the spot and I'm dolo The Hundred-Thousandaire Hobo VERSE 1: ---------- I've barely got 10 thousand fans, Lord Made a hundred racks & gave half to the landlord Live my best life on borrowed time Almost 37, I get carded buying wine But I'm breathing so I'm blessed, I I need to settle down & get the heathen off my chest, I Seen behind the curtain, aint like the conclusion On Instagram you winning, real life you a loser Accomplished more than you as a substance abuser, the The tallest midget ever made a living off of music - confusion I don't sell weed or drive an Uber I mix hit records - scratch from producing Ain't got insurance or a 401k S&P 500 - The American Way & It's a beautiful day to wake up & make a peso My queso depends on nobody else's say-so (REPEAT CHORUS) VERSE 2: ----------- Credit score 650, tax debt 9 racks Maxed out like a Mastercard banging on wax I was terrified but I ain't run Marathon man, might finish but I ain't done I don't play Fortnite, cuz last time I checked I don't get 3rd & 4th lifes A couple more years till I hit Culture Cypher Vultures on my tail tryna bite me like some vipers And the USA is in the hands of a wacko They won't sell me fonto it's un-taxed tobacco I learned how to move in a pack full of jackals, 5 more years till they un-strap the shackles It happens very often in the land of rape & honey Didn't often get my credit but I always got my money Made obscurity a profitable venture, so respect me cuz Very few people ever met me, forget me (REPEAT CHORUS)
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("Alex Jones" intro) VERSE 1: ----------------- Cement Jordan 4's & some bum-ass sweat pants Union plumber laying pipe in some wetlands Haphazard campaigns & bare minimum planning You ain't streaming platinum, you can barely handle spamming Handsome Hillbilly in a Hot Boys t-shirt You'd know my name if you did yo research Discount flee shirts & financial fitness, ....Cop a ounce of sour dee, supporting small business Drive bys in a Studebaker Traded in my Popeye's for sweet potato rutabaga Plant-based lifestyle, rampage buck wild Fans rage dumb wild, airplanes much miles Signed my first deal at 36 Joint venture good splits, I was already rich Grueling pace, pray to Jesus Did not attend college but I made a major thesis HOOK: --------------- Every day the same thing, rang rang rang rang But I don't answer the phone For some drive-by motorists, pretending not to notice Rubber-necking from the side of the road Everybody clout-chasing click baiting, stay hating I just focus on clocking my dough They tell me they owe me, at the show they don't know me But they all still watching my flow ("Alex Jones" interlude) VERSE 2: ---------------- This goes out to those with a love jones for the throne No success-story class bro I did it on my own So no bipartisan civilized banter, when ya Glaring red rockets like the Star Spangled Banner, I Never claim thug but I copped a couple hammers Don't talk bout my cock but I rock with great stamina, I Did this whole shit with no budget, no manager, this is Deep State Rap act like I can't banish ya ...Ya rap dreams in a junkyard So I don't sweat a SoundCloud diss from a Trumptard Why you acting like a bitch? Dead broke, smoking regs, tryna dress like you rich I'm rich & dress broke Stupid is, stupid does, 40+ doing coke Now any other test tube babies got jokes? Butt-pluggers, Get a job at Fuddruckers, yous a Rubbernecker REPEAT CHORUS ("Alex Jones" interlude)
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$50 Haircut 03:49
CHORUS: -------------- When the PayPal hits & I made my hits & I made my chips & I ate my grits & I blaze my piff I go & get a $50 haircut Razor finished, great precision, I'm the kind of jerk to do a song to let you know I got a $50 haircut Everywhere I go they asking who my plug, ooh I'm buzzed, mane I really Wish I had your $50 haircut 30-plus, I'm dirty, hush - thank you vurrrry much I'm just a Handsome Hillbilly with a $50 haircut VERSE 1: ----------------- Clapbacks on wax my passion, Snapbacks are not my fashion With a mop like this you get top like this & gwap it's lots of action Riptide no Joe Penny...plate of cheese, room temperature Henny Polo on credit my preference is met, reckless so I call it leveraging debt Phone bill I pay the past due, don't recall nobody asked you ....You could bet on yourself too but you don't have the cashews If she thick & she listen to dub-step...I'm coming over with a Plan B One-Step One step closer to piles of paper, when you cut my fade, please mind the taper Factuals, axiom, everything to the Maximum Backpack rap is really dumb, I get lifted - Helium, ....At Ruby Tuesday on a Tuesday catch a movie with a Floozie She my roomie at the Double Tree Jacuzzi Cuz I been getting nudes sent, since we got porn from Usenet ...These fools have not a clue how many dues the dude spent Rent the gym, but I built my locker, greatest MC of all time, Silkk The Shocker Built to prosper, get my pasta, expensive lobster, drive a Honda (REPEAT CHORUS) VERSE 2: ----------------- Thug rants on wax my passion, snug pants are not my fashion With a mop like this, you get top like this & gwap it's lots of action Ripcord, jumping out an airplane, FM dial, jumping out the airwaves Touchdown, baggage claim, nothing that I ever do is average mane, so don't Believe everything that you read in the news, Who's this dude? Is he confused? Boom Bap Trap with a Southern Accent....but he a crate digging, sample bastard ...With a ample prowess, ramble hours, trample cowards Polo on credit don't look at the label, I think he threw up at the dining room table Hot dam, chitty chitty chitty bang bang, Dick Van Dyke when I'm getting all my ends mane Insane, tabernacle, hi-hats cut thru your Adam's Apple Grab a Snapple, toast to the last days, long way since digging in the ash trays Bout all my bars are truthful, & my haircut is crucial... One guard, tapered, fade to skin, Pat Sajak I play to win World 8, I play to the end, cover the tab & I'm dust in the wind Plan B, wine & a pearl necklace, all part of this balanced breakfast Wylin reckless, diamond records...I got a smile the size of Texas (REPEAT CHORUS)
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CHORUS: I'm back - facts are facts Here to make noise, I'm a go-getter baby I'm back - and that's that Coming fresh out the fire, I'm a go-getter baby I'm back - facts are facts Here to make noise, I'm a go-getter baby I'm back - and that's that Coming fresh out the ashes, I'm a go-getter baby VERSE 1 - Ollie OX ------------------------ What's up my corn shuckers? I'm back like I never left Dope on that bass line, crack on that treble clef Ask your doctor if raw rap is right for you? Here's a list of side effects for you to cycle through I'm pillaging villages, killing millions of militants Coming ill with the brilliance And my name really is William News flash Oliver OX is the pseudonym Mad flavor stirring in that pot that I stewed them in I'm a student of the beats, stay zooted in the streets No brake fluid - fluent when I speak I've been known to stunt around downtown like I own it And blend in so they don't notice, yeah that's a bonus Pocket full of tokens, I'ma maintain focus And will run a bunch of game on these lame-brained locusts All work & no play makes Jack dangerous Swagger from the street & a vocab from Cambridge (REPEAT CHORUS) VERSE 2 - Jake Palumbo Tape deck memories, Maxells & Memorex Hypoglycemic, I tingle like Denorex Cocaine pore cleansing salicylic acid ...Taliban terror level, gunman on the grasses TD Bank where I increase my stability Tall glass of beet juice, increase my virility Never slow down with my damn animal antics Walking contradiction, kale smoothies & Xanax The whole damn planet unraveling panoramic Cam feeds from NASA, Neil Tyson a panic .....Send the check, send deposits, send nudes Why I bother posting selfies, all my damn fans is dudes Brigadier general, grown man tantrums And I ain't never stood for no damn national anthem ....Palumbo not for people with a heart problem War hardened, genuine article, bars chart topping (REPEAT CHORUS) VERSE 3 - C-Zar Van Gogh And I be speeding with a foreign with a foreign that's a fat boy Road head while I'm driving, get the Altoids How it's yours when I grabbed her off the backboard How you missing? She a free-throw & you Sheck Ward Taking trips, Reggie Miller on the wing man Same cut, different cloth, you a swing man I remember I was praying they would hire me I know, I know, I know, I know my mama gonna be proud of me I came from coke & Sour D Young nigga Mobbing deep Wreaking havoc since a prodigy Rest in Peace Prodigy, Rest In Peace Sean Price Spent long nights at The Carter - I need Sean's price Million Dollar Baby cooking dinner in my boxers Rock star lifestyle, patron of the Opera When I'm in your town, young boy what's the breakdown? CZ stand for Ced Cafe - it's a shakedown
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War Games 03:17
VERSE 1: ---------- No press release, no street date, no game plan but I'm cooking My crews the same, cain't lose my twang no matter how many years in Brooklyn Hillbilly Hoodlum, straight from the woodlands, tryna get involved in some scandals Paid my dues so I can't accept no slander from a man that's wearing sandals Hit the Mandalay, Art Vandelay, when slay the competition, hey My crates are stocked with every break but I can play the composition I bake the cake I pay the check, I wake & bake I pay the rent My lanes in place shit laid to rest...gimme $50k I'll fake the rest, & I'm gone ...Like Letterman slipped you ketamine A spoon fulla sugar compliment the medicine, a Veteran of bar spitting, Carhartts, no hard denim Heath Ledger, I'm a character actor with an addiction Harsh living brought wisdom non-fiction, past participle Partisan & partial to the chickens with the hardest nipple Pulling in they purses to purchase a mobile home, I'm Lurking with street urchins you searching for Roger Stone I'm gone CHORUS: ----------------- This that War Games, potent like that morphine Hope you making change, living more pain for your dream Oh brother, I'm man of constant sorrow, & Everybody died today, had plans tomorrow This that War Games, potent like that morphine Hope you making change, living more pain for your dream Oh brother, I'm man of constant sorrow, & Everybody died today, had plans tomorrow VERSE 2: ------------- One man band, one man gang, one man army, the got dam mane, my brain Flew over the cuckoo's nest & nothings been the same Ischemic attack of my transients, off-white is the ambience, I'm Trying not to sleep forever like eleven Ambiens I take the cake till I'm laid to rest, an eighth a day for my pain & stress I laid to waste the baseless claims that my place has not been set My uncle taught me how to walk a razor doing drugs Said all you gotta do is find an outlet, you the plug I got a letter from the government the other day I opened it, it said they want they bread in 30 days, threatening Levies & seizures, breathing heavy in seizures, my Name is Agent Johnson you can call me at your leisure, the Funny thing is this the 2nd time it's happened Autobiographical, factual, never rappin ...And you can burn in hell with Cas Walker Damn stalkers sending registered mail, up to my office, GO ON (REPEAT CHORUS)
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More Coming 03:51
CHORUS: ----------- I got a couple knots, but I know they gotta last me I'll find a way to get it, don't you ever put it past me I need to pay some bills, maybe treat myself to something I'm afraid to spend the money mane I hope it's more coming When I'm up against a wall with a negative balance Put my money where my mouth is & step to the challenge More sweating, more hustling, more running Ain't afraid to spend the money cuz I know it's more coming VERSE 1: ----------------- Sometimes I feel like I can never stop for one second Gotta balance out the checkbook & mix 11 records And the work was due Tuesday, I done passed my due date I feel my momentum slowing down like a Screw Tape Internal Revenue Service acting like it's Doomsday And $2Gs in dental bills started as a toothache I'm doing pretty good but I'm afraid to get complacent Got this mattress 9 years ago it been need replacing I only own maybe 10 pairs of sneakers, my Microwave is ancient, lab needs some new speakers But every month my mama getting closer to the grave So I gotta save my knots when they predicting rainy days I try to tell myself we been in business for a decade ...But it don't feel real until your debts paid Every year I wonder just how long it's gonna last But that's the devil talking, all my 'ccouts is full of cash VERSE 2: ----------------- Sometimes I feel like I can handle anything they hit me with Survivalist, I'm thriving under pressure like a viperfish But soon as people realize my days are getting sunny ....Everybody need to borrow money To whom much is given, much is expected Tryna do right while there's still some time to correct it And gold will always parteth from the man who gives it worry ...If it's a real investment you should spend it in a flurry You can't save your way to wealth, unless your money get to work & Mogwai multiply, you can't buy back your health You only got the memories & legacy you leaving with the People you meeting, who really listen when you speaking, know Exactly what I'm doing but my stomach's in a knot You not getting any younger Padawan, shoot your shot And empty out ya wallet in the name of really living Put cha money on the street like Dame said from the beginning, see I got a couple knots... (REPEAT CHORUS)
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VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo ----------------------------- ....Blessings out the hymnal A book smart nerd that learned lessons from the crim-nals Stage, lights, Queensryche, silent lucidity But these days I'm in the mood for violent stupidity I strive for liquidity, these tyrant hoodlums Time to burn Pennsylvania Ave, I don't mean Brooklyn, Hillbilly Crooklyn Dodger in a Karl Kani throwback Flawed human being Sam Cooke, Bobby Womack I got home addresses on all my girl's exes Still got a working password to Lexus Nexis Lex is the henchmen, Palumbo's the pastor Sting in 96 sliding down from the rafters Wholesale supplier like I'm Costco's nemesis Rain on your town like I'm Bombogenesis Direct to Exec, call me G. Gordon Litty...the Hood Politician make a living in the city (SCRATCH HOOK) VERSE 2 - Lex The Hex Master I could tell they wasn't ready for something dropping so heavy It's necessary I bury any cat claiming they adversaries It's not imaginary, busting through your capillaries Snow suit must be bulletproof before you catch this flurry I spits fire, Bruce Leroy HI-YAAA!!! Only fuck bitches with whips & spare tires I give you two pieces with this biscuit, deep fryer Street Fighter, muy thai ya face, nigga - TIGER!! I'ma be the rapper that other rappers is after For talking shit, it's embarrassing Tryna make a comparison Arrogant, cause half of these cats is below average And acting like they be smashing shit Lex turn 'em pacifist They so afraid of my style & my painted face They won't give me the time of day till I started wilin' with Jake No walls so I'm jumping out the gate again Fuck Trump, fuck great Make America Hate Again (REPEAT SCRATCH HOOK)
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VERSE 1 - Jake Palumbo -------------------------------- Used to sniff lines, I don't line dance Color outside the lines till my time pass Bypass the bullshit that come with conversating Withcha hating ass, filtered out my life like a high pass ....Hardcastle & McCormick Lay up in my castle, sip a handle of McCormick Like an Alcoholic Airwolf, Jan Michael Vincent Had a mini-stroke in March, sometimes I fumble wit my sentence Snapped backwards by the back of your snap back Only Snaps you get from Team Snapchat Ask that boy Jake Palumbo how he mastered this math class Cashed out some Carvel cakes with my ASCAP Lotta hard living, never did no bids Nutted in a lotta women I ain't got no kids Ring around the collar or the reel around the fountain Got a problem with Palumbo you can send it to accounting HOOK: ---------- Get yourself caught up, boy Ring around the collar We do this for the love but we still take the dollar The energy you give is the karma that follow You work with good intentions? Then holla!! VERSE 2 - Sadat X ------------------------ My sentence structure flucture All the time, caught all of this grime, boy Ring around the collar I sing a song about a dollar & show you actual proof I'm a monster in the booth The Black Lord Choke you with your mic cord, frozen The chosen, raw - fuck the law! The cowboy rides alone Feel the stone, & you gonna bury your own I'm from a scarier zone I'm not with mortals Go through chambers, portals Just to be reached You forgot I teach? The Creature Feature The great Dot X And Jake he got next He down with this team You better be down with our scheme Or you gonna fall where you stand I'm God & I don't fear no man... (REPEAT CHORUS)

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released September 24, 2019

PRODUCED BY JAKE PALUMBO

© 2019 SpaceLAB Recordings
℗ Palumbo's Escrow (ASCAP)
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered at SpaceLAB Recordings (Brooklyn NY)
Recorded by Mo Kofuma & Michael Goodwin
Mixed by Jake Palumbo
Mastered by Jake Palumbo & Dale Nixon

All songs written by T. Vick except:

Track 5 Written by T. Vick, C. Blue & W.J. Simpson II
Track 8 Written by T. Vick & J. Johnson
Track 9 Written by T. Vick & D. Murphy

Distribution by Soulspazm
A&R Direction by Ezekiel Bartholomew
Art Direction by Jack Simpson (@jackthestreet)
Cover photo by Rose Ciciora

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Rest In Peace to Ricky Lynch, Eddie "Eaze" Coleman, Jimmy Gentry, DJ Kaos, DJ Devastate, G.K. Ezeude, & everyone we lost this year.

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