Fifteen minute freestyle.Javon Edwards-Turner (freestyle, guitar), Mano Camatsos (picking string, yukele, flute), Christian Chapman (erhu), Giovanni Giusti (percussion,vocals) , Amaya (JA! The Movement), Jason Zimmermann (percussion), Mauricio Diaz (percussion)
"EYE (Neversleep)" - BrokeNOTbrokeN - JET THUMAN
I care enough not to give a shit. Why waste all this raw potential on disappointing you? Go to bed. I’ll watch while you’re out.
I just won’t… I will never sleep
three in the morning up since last week
I just can’t… couldn’t give a damn
better off at a salon tryna get a tan
I just don’t… don’t really care
I feel so cold ice box Frigidaire
I just don’t… don’t give a fuck
I once thought I could, since then nothing much
momma don’t like me, i really can’t blame her
she sees i’m selfish; she can’t see a failure
thinks i’ll rule the world or at least become mayor
she loves my potential; that’s just mother’s nature
i’m a piece of the shit (no offence to the creator)
i just know i’m a bastard really i’m my biggest hater
my lil bro’s asthma don’t need no inhalers
that’s a dub, we just puff, put clouds in the air
i never paid attention, he hungered for the influence
now i can’t pay for shit, actually let’s not get into it
the past is not the present so his older brother’s dead
it’s irrelevant; i am only pictures in his head
sorta like just what my father is to me
not to say he never bothered; pops is pretty fatherly
plenty babymommas, so there was no time to father me
i wondered, ‘is he proud?’ regardless, now i think, ‘probably’
but it doesn’t really matter, nothing ever did
We’re all gonna die. Some of us will live.
They are alive; the rest are undead.
The youth, forever young. I won’t ever go to bed.
I just don’t… I don’t ever sleep
I just can’t… couldn’t if I tried
couldn’t even look like i care if i lied
I just won’t… I will never know
What’s going on, why I feel so cold
Of course I love the ladies maybe love is lust
most times I wanna smash but I’m lucky if I bust
I love ass that’s no lie if you got one I can trust
take a seat next to I and maybe you can meet a nut
I gotta be crazy [right?] just a lil retarded
slightly stupid northern lights straight out of a garden
lit up on a sidewalk under arrest me beg your pardon
sometimes i can’t talk this gets the conversation started
Can’t tell you what I’m thinking cuz you’d think I was a ghost
how did i die, or will i have a rest from this smoke
with thoughts so well-baked no wonder why i spoke
i been philosophizing yes or no and if i’m grown
then why do i live at home, i could walk the earth
fuck it forty oz for forty winks for what it’s worth
no rest for the wicked and the rest of us get dirt
mass introspection on the tv wrestling with truth hurts
I just can’t… Won’t you let me sleep
shut the fuck up it’s already three
I just don’t… don’t know what to do
fuck the planet, captain, I’m going to the moon
I just won’t… I will never rest
Brain all gone, grey smoke in my chest
Once thought I could, since then nothing much
"D E D" - JET THUMAN
Dying every day because one day you’re dead; every day after that. Constantly under attack, the body endures and the body gains strength. The body is injured and the body heals, only to inevitably lose form, function, power, then die. However, the fatality of living should cause one to forbear saying life is futile. We’re all gonna die but some of us live. They are alive; the rest are undead.
a student honor rolling getting high before school
now i’m so broke so being smart helps whom i need more
money so I can smoke more weed buy more food
I’m a useless eater did you need another clue
sleeping in the morning waking up in the afternoon
baking brain cells blazing up under full moons
NEET delinquent defined so well
neighbor kid grew up used to be so swell
flanderize the NEDs flatter me diddly-doo
juvenile case for the feds family missing me too
somewhere parallel to a bed i’m missing you
however i’m so clever i can still derive some pleasure
by dodging inclement weather keeping warm with the booze
a real charming charlaton ditching the shelter
staying up call your friends they like me cuz i’m like you
or better cutty spots easy cheddar run yo pockets
for my 40 oz i rock it rough my leather you can’t stop it
cuz this hell is my fuel living for a nicer death
all gold tomb but for now i’m a lifer needing rest
so much potential ponyboy stay golden
it’s instrumental you achieve all them goals man
keep it on the mental who knows where you’ll go man
tell the world what you been through
tell your people where you going
top notch credentials corporate thunderstorm flowing
cash in on the festivities thassa festival performance
uncle festers couldn’t mess with me i’m undead not dormant
the youth within the aged within the wise within the foreign
the moves which one should make are all comprised of schemes to score man
aw damn workaholics anonymous never called him
whos snoring gotta be dreaming if you think you’re more
harder core fam you go ham i go kill pigs aim shots at the law man
take care of ya damn kids they just may find the porn cams
destiny’s child benefits ain’t paying for the car man
she suffers at the lazy hands of one raw man
entire continents in flames just one wrong plan
don’t worry don’t fret tommorow we’ll forget
we could rule the world tonight but tonight i gotta GET
333 666 999 ain’t trippin yet
go ahead see the signs i ain’t look behind me yet
you can try relive the past if you don’t have enough regrets
i’d rather make the dash grab the future in a grip
is it odd this ride ends in death? the rest is worth a trip
"5150 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Fifty)" - testingunfinishedproducts - JET THUMAN
Fuck friends, get famous. Get old, kill yourself. Celebrity and suicide— insane, wouldn’t you say?
threats ain’t shit locked up death wish
that i got call a cop he gon want the assist
get me pop gimme a shot check the aim can’t miss
head for the top prepared to drop fame painless
brain rot famous thoughts on display shameless
maguiring the truth i’m only crazy not stupid i am dead
motherfucking liars can’t keep your lies straight
fuck you staring at better keep your eyes straight
madd dogg grillas mike vick’d punks fake
hot air pumped fake tryna kick it punts nay
don’t ever get it twisted slick i’m tight type braids
blowin minds scalpin witches selling wigs toupes
this is it my way need a lift gotta pay
theres a toll on this road i flow for free all day
what you see’s what i made know i breathe lethal spray
lil bugs hop to it elmer fudd with the raid
catch a feeb slippin ‘round the fiends by the bay
or you can find the king broiling beef BK
they done fucked up now they done fucked up now
i’m on a 5150, three days then i’m out
what i say from my mouth only what i can imagine
when i say i’m crowned best believe it’s gonna happen
somebody gon be clapping somebody gon be clapping
hate me after death cuz when i’m gone i’ll take the magic
don’t wake me up yet it’s best you leave him napping
sleeping dog’s lying in asbestos killer wrapping
camera lights action don’t ask me what happened
i just wanna see the other side plus ya reaction
that’s rich try dying split wrist while flying
only takin the piss well shit’s fine why you crying
suicide doors all open while i’m driving
drive-by-bye new noose necktie
kevin bacon pussies foot loose tryna talk jive
no faking machaveli why you tryna stay alive
in the BGs can’t eat couldn’t see
i repeat martydom dummies crash tests be weak
i’m an elite leader omega male of the cult
don’t worry what i’m about alpha kilo clear em out
kill em all let it rip tear em up burn it down
beyond the benefit of a shadow of doubt i know how
"Bad Advice" - WHO ARE YOU - JET THUMAN
Good advice only gets given if you’re half-listening
"Unspired" - WHO ARE YOU - JET THUMAN
Uninspired Rap Lyrics
what do i care
piss a stream of consciousness
i can upload it with no fear
i’m a convict’s wish
last words: it’s no fair
they ain’t teach him how to fish
who cares plenty in the sea
i’m getting free never gonna run outta fishsticks
that flounder’s a faggot whats on its wishlist
how-to dvds (learn to swim with a switch)
let the pond scum freeze skate past competish
son youre young gunning for revenge; u kno thassa dish
best served cold lil dudes wanna diss calm down young bo
swing and a miss guess ya can’t go home
mrs dash for the plate she ain’t eat all day
hungry man do ya job give her skeet get paid
whatchu earn with the sperm bank’s not great
you can still hit the salon gwan don a toupe
try nuh get bombed; a fiasco (lupe)
either be black or white; youre too gray
like you know what i’m on right dat shit cray
empathize inebriation save on drugs
buy porn master bateman psychos need hugs
yeah right i’m a male dyke
my butch carry guns she strapped on tight
she even let me bust one thasthat shit she don’t like
s’all good just fun get high as a kite
embrace cliches brother fly like the wrights
going thru a phase where i just can’t write
feelin blocked hit the block for that rock cocaine
it’s just a fad top of the pops cock back and aim
so gnarly no name mad cool without chain
‘bout time they sent some links check my domain
address my complex call me lil rain mane
i’m retarded only got a quarter brain
15 minutes that’s a quarter 4 fame
you know i mean it when i say i’ma control the game
easy as american pie fuck the mainframe
no lie killin w/ the crew
that’s me myself i and i not you
jah know star of david impress some jews
let em in on the payment purchase some jewels
work the streets beat the pavement my haircut new
dark caesar i’m faded in rome i rule
in god you trust but gods don’t trust fools
grabbing dosh it’s a must if ya fuss fuck you
so posh stuck up witch you can stick that broom
up ya snatch gotta match if ya wanna smoke too
bad batch have that cuz molly want some shrooms
bullshit her w/ shitakes put on some cartoons
network in the underworld met some goons
at my beck and call beckon beckinsale
vamp tramp drinks jizz like white zinfadel
she want it fresh to death to all infidels
castro district eat a dick in hell
swallow up my flows nuts i spit it well
know life i live it well mine is a joke
i got a whole world to tell. i’m what she wrote
i’m murder yea thats me
nothing in the front pimp thasplain to C
pat me down playboy bunny got a magazine
fulla tranq darts fulla amphetamines
never bet on black i bet on green
can’t rap i’m wack need a better scene
stack on racks give her double Ds
Ed’s dead baby Kankers come with me
Coocoo for Cocoa black bird fling
black snake make ya moan this one make ya sing
sam jack on the phone on a muthafucking plane
i’m tired of these cars in my muthafucking lane
super mario kart hit em with the fucking flames
fireball’s in your court who gonna make it rain
yea say pause like you tryna press start
if i ever sound the same i prolly sound like a fart
"I Am Cool" - WHO ARE YOU - JET THUMAN
self-esteem, confidence, self-image; it’s all malleable.
im cool yea im fine go on do you
cuz ima get mine drain a pool
wax a ledge im about that grind
make pleasure my business work is playtime
like what is this with this ill skillset
all beef gets grounded & tossed in the skillet
leave em lost & dumbfounded i kill shit
i’m astounding like the loud that i’m piffing
i’ve not got much to say to politicians
set tripping ghetto senate hearing hope ya listening
another death by what he grip another day another shilling
crime scene hi def push play make a killing
what more can i say top billing
headlines made & them papers need filling
plus filing cuz the cash we talking’s to the ceiling
if you don’t feel that i must say fuck ya feelings
what i spit’s cracked call a dentist for some fillings
chipped tooth on my shoulder in an outbreak; i’m bitten
this undead youth is so immortal catch ya slippin
soon don’t sleep hope ya technique’s efficient
dude not a peep im a fool leave them dogs alone
reapers gonna reap & i’ma give these bitches a bone
bring on the demolition man; sylvester stallone
expendables need depends i shit on the throne
get famous fuck your friends leave ya people at home
Me gente es la raza no hableis cabrons
blowing holes in instrumentals elemental watson
no shit sherlock i gotta rock the microphone
i’m in your ear why not put me on ya iphone
ain’t it clear i’m hot a new tropical zone
i’m such a nerd i scream for nice weed cones
bad thoughts make good dreams it might seem wrong
what’s right nine to five family or die alone
that’s right live a lie never do what you want
oh please no not i once i make it i’ma flaunt
remain non-chalant & buy a house for my moms
piss her off with the cussing in all my wap songz
discover new cousins once the press gets buzzing
put me on big L tuff gong ring off mi bell
i needa ward off discussions & tell my own tales
i’m rushing let this commie calm himself
i’m cool call me brule cuz i do this for your health
i’m the toolman taylor gang wizard spells
pass the pabst blue ribbon first place i won’t fail
"Playsmarter" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN
Learning to flirt is supposed to be a natural thing. How males and females interact with each other is a constant curiosity.
WIZARDRY AND WITCHCRAFT.
QUICK TO KISS A BITCH ASS
ON YA LIPS, TALKING SHIT.
THAT WITCH MAKES YOU A BITCH-ASS
BRO YOU CAN GET MAD.
99 THINGS ON MY LIST SAY ‘GET CASH’
MONEY FIRST THEN HASH
SKINNY CHICK THIN ASS
SMOKE A GRAM WITCH FUCK YOUR MAN
THIS WIZARD’S GOT A MISSILE BLAST
HE’S GONNA ASK WHO KISSED HER LAST
I’M JUST GONNA HAVE TO LAUGH
YOU GOTTA BE A GENIUS
BITCHES FRONT, EVERY MONTH
WHAT YOU THINK SHE DON’T WANT PENIS
KEEP TELLING ME SHE CATHOLIC.
SEW WHAT, SHE AINT NO SEAMSTRESS
SHE TEASING AINT NO ACCIDENT
SHE AINT NO SAINT YOU AINT NO JESUS
SAYING IT ONCE; PLEASE BELIEVE THIS
EITHER I GET OFF OR YOU GET OUT
NO DOUBT I’M SPLITTING KNEES, WITCH
OPEN MOUTH IT’S OPEN SEASON
WITCHES WANNA CURSE ME
THEN I GIVE ‘EM COTTONMOUTH
NOW WHO THE FUCK IS THIRSTY
FUCK WHAT YOU TALKING ‘BOUT
BITCH YOU DON’T DESERVE ME
GO AHEAD AND WALK IT OUT
YOU CAN GET A RIDE ONLY IF YOURE HEADING SOUTH
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE
SWEAR THAT I’MA GET YOU HIGH
YOU WANNA LOOK INTO MY EYES
I AIN’T THE ONE THAT’S STARING NOW
I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU HONEY CHILD
TRANSPARENCY IT’S CLEARER NOW
YOU ONLY FUCK WITH A WIZARD CUZ I’M WELL-ENDOWED
PLAY SMARTER WORK HARDER FUCK DAUGHTERS
STEAL DOLLARS BREAK ORDERS DON’T GET CAUGHT UP
CHASE COMMAS BREAK ORDERS DON’T GET CAUGHT UP
WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDY
AINT THESE WITCHES SICK OF ME?
DONATING DICK TO CHARITY
DICTATING TERMS TO TIFFANY
SHE WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE
CALL MY PHONE WHEN I DITCH THE SCENE
LET THIS BOY COOK UP A BITCH MOB FRICASEE
UNDERAGE, SHE LIL, B AND SENTIMENTAL; KENNY G
I’M LAUGHING AT THE BANKS WITH THIS SKANK NAMED HILARY
I GOT YOU TO THANK FOR MY CHAUVINIST CHICANERY
ARROGANCE APPEALS TO THESE MUNROE WANNABES
YOU WANNA BE WONDERFUL I’M JUST WONDERING IF YOU’LL SWALLOW THESE
NUTS AND THIS NUT WHEN I BUST IN YOUR CHEEKS
IT AINT MUCH DTF YO WHATS UP WITH THE FREAKS
TRYNA FUCK WHERE’S THE SLUTS THEY THE FRIENDS I NEED TO MEET
GET IN THE VANS LEMME SKEET FROM THE WINDOWS OFF THE WALL
I’M IN YOUR HEART LEMME BEAT SENDING SWIMMERS TO YOUR JAWS
LOOKING FOR DINNER AND A CALL BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY
WE CAN DANCE TO YO SONG BUT THESE DRINKS AIN’T FREE
WELL I DID STEAL THESE BEERS BUT YOU STILL OWE ME
SO WHAT’S THE DEAL WHAT IT IS BITCH YOU DON’T KNOW ME
STILL DEALING WITH THAT STRESS I KEEP A LOUD OZ
SISTER SISTER INCEST THAT’S TAMERA MOWRY
AND YA TIA NOT YO TIO GIMME MILFS AND AUNTIES
ME FRIO, YOU FRIJOLES TOGETHER WE COOLBEANS
BRITNEY PLEASE SPARE ME YEAH I KNOW HOW IT SEEMS
I’M SUCH A WOMANIZER MY WORDS ARE INSULTING
IF IT’S SUCH A SOCIAL ISSUE YOU CAN BLAME SOCIETY
I’M STILL FUCKING WITH YOU YET YOU AIN’T TIRED OF ME
"Feelbetter" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN
This life is wrought with distressing experiences and hopeless feelings, but those terrible times make the good ones last longer.
Living in the future; the present’s a past reality.
Can’t wait; I’ve gone to the day I can happily
look back on all the people that were mad at me:
haters, hangers-on and fake bitches. So sad to see
someone expecting something when only death is guaranteed.
Yeah, death is guaranteed, so life is a formality.
Embalm me in formaldehyde. When I die I’ll casually
look toward the sky, knowing why life has handed me
these cards and these lemons. I pucker up my poker face.
If there’s a god and a heaven they’re waiting for my mixtape.
Yeah, make no mistake, they’re shaking with the jitters.
My flow’s amazing grace. You can put that on your twitter.
140 characters, that’s not enough figures.
Colt 45 damager, drunk off the bitters.
Homie, if you’re feelin’ low just know we gonna get ‘em.
Here, hit the dro. Sneak-a-toke, one hitter.
We’ll reach the top smoking cigarettes; no quitters.
They say life’s a bitch, then you die and forget her.
So live with no regrets and maybe life becomes a pleasure,
but if you’re still stressed then I hope you feel better.
Yeah, I hope you feel better, cuz we deserve the world.
Ain’t no reason we should settle when we’re sweating from this work.
Shout out to the Go-Getters. Go get what you deserve;
can’t nobody get it for you. That’s a hard lesson to learn.
I gotta kill the stress, just roll it up and let it burn.
Since we’re all in this mess, you’re entitled to what you earn.
When liars lie to you it’s only natural. Friends turn
their backs on you, thinking you need ‘em to return.
Fuck that, I ain’t concerned. Politically correct pussies
must be on that sherm. Players think that they can push me,
like buttons on controllers. They don’t know. They can’t move me
cuz I’m stuck. Thanks to good kush, I stay groovy.
Yeah, I stay groovy. Do you; I’ll do me. Cliches are true, B.
They say people want what they can’t have. Well, do we?
Cuz I just want some peace, a piece of ass and a doobie.
Is it so much to ask? Is this life a movie?
All these actors and actresses, all acting screwy.
This film is such a mystery.
Dogs eating dogs still tryna be cool with Scooby.
Save the snacks, hear my hunger on this track.
Soon, you’ll see.
I’m the man, I’m the best. I’m a different Mr. West.
Understand? I’ve covered wars. Baby, why cover your chest?
Ain’t we stars? Shine bright. Diamonds in the limelight.
I’m tight, and my boo has a tighter behind, aight?
Hindsight; 20/20. Rhymes? I got plenty.
Looking back, I had some fine times. So many
white girls in the line. Oh, Wendy. Dang, Izzy.
Meagan’s love still rains; does Tovah still miss me?
Kelsey, stay healthy. Some day we’ll share this whiskey.
Hope you felt me; you damn sure can’t kiss me.
Girly, if you’re feelin’ low just know we gonna get it.
I say life’s a sister. You’ll miss her’s how I figure.
So live to love cuz I know I’d hate to forget her.
And maybe once we’re gone we’ll finally feel better.
"AsthMatic" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN
Smoking, even when it is obstructing your progress, is nice.
The need to breathe, in- and exhale.
I agree good weed never fails.
Don’t trip we ain’t rolling; no pills.
Fire-hot— paradox; we so chill.
Fort Knox, gold blocks, the flow builds.
Show up the game, sho nuff, deal or no deal.
A machine in a dream, with a twist for the tale.
Can’t see beyond the sample what the beats tryna tell.
The story’s only boring if you think you know it well.
Originality’s dead. So’s my lungs. Get killed off this kill.
Cherry red, light fire. Tight cipher: killa kill!
Rap lifer traps biters. Call ‘em out for eating DOOMs FOOD.
Wack shiestas. Rude dude rolling up doob tubes,
snapping crack lighters. Lil papa popping up on YouTube.
Can’t stop, no control; I’m on cruise. You can’t touch my flight, sir.
Over seas, aeroplanes, farewell.
Overseas, feel the breeze in the sails.
We’re between here and hell
with a clear view of pearly gates.
So sure you’d faint from the spells.
It’s the bliss like a wish from the well.
Green kisses are the best ones to tell.
Hold up, park the car; we stopping rightchyea.
L sparked and the lass rightchyea rated R.
So you know she gonna spend the night, yea,
and if she like the cinema, I’ma show her some stars.
Not even that into her, I’m just down for the cause:
Friendly pussy is practice, I unhook your bra.
I’m only 22; got plenty time for the broads.
Screw the game, condom off. Rawdog for the blogs.
Never soft. Softserve ice cream for the N.E.R.D.s.
Check the verb. That’s action from my words.
Enough clapping. Ambience for the audience;
atmospheric reactions. All the ants,
all the slugs know the curse. They said I got a lot of nerve
from the way I handle curves. Tokyo Drifting on these witches
til I splurge. As an unknown I’m unheard. My rules are unwritten,
cuz I switch ‘em for the worse. No room for feelings,
only catch ‘em for the nurse. You got no clue what I’m dealing
with. You wouldn’t be the first to tell me how I’m killing it.
No discussion; end of it. So disgusting; isn’t it?
My arrogant depression’s impressive.
Are you feeling it? Am I the realest yet?
I could’ve sworn that my swords steel is the best.
I’m sure I’ma vet, cuz the war never rests.
Clips drop, this hip hop’s aiming for ya chest.
Whichever poof pops shit takes a bulletproof test;
hope you got them iron lungs, young hesh Phelps.
Let the trees burnt leaves serve my fill
until I am the smoke and the smoke is my self.
We agree good weed never fails,
so, please give me the details:
Why I love it, why they hate it, why it sells.
Separating what I did from what I will.
So my soma is a plant, not a pill.
Thank Ford I can afford a little peace of goodwill.
Never bored; reap stress, rolling in the fresh scrill.
A world full of danger, yet this can’t kill.
How could I be a stranger to Mary Jane? Je t’aime.
Flames for my love, fuel for my pen.
Same old drugs abused yet again and again and again…
"Slave 2 Smoke" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN
“Well, Stan, the truth is marijuana probably isn’t gonna make you kill people, and …it most likely isn’t gonna fund terrorism, but… Well son, pot makes you feel fine with being bored and… It’s when you’re bored that you should be learning some new skill or discovering some new science or… being creative. If you smoke pot you may grow up to find out that you aren’t good at anything.” - Randy Marsh, South Park
Yeah, I’m gonna twist it up.
What you feel like?
This is what makes me feel right.
Yeah, I need them nights when the radiator hiss
match my lips as I snatch this bliss;
crushed buds for crushed spirits.
Lungs on the sleeve; only way to wear it
until I am aware it’s the only chain I’m wearing.
Make my gold green before I put it on.
I figure if I go green there’s really nothing wrong.
Build the spliff, hit the bong, cook the blunt, turn it on,
Til i write the world another weed song.
Let it in, don’t let it out.
Ghost them hits til Exorcist comes with a friend to get it out.
Hit the switch, I’m feelin’ it, I’m turnt up, I’m gettin loud.
I turn me down, I’m tryna chill.
Got a full cup; I’m finna drown, but I ain’t spill.
Crossfade; fire at will, this shit is kill.
Everything is Purple Haze; Hendrix swagg.
I’m gone for days. I kiss the sky, I’m there a while.
Said she won’t fnck but ditched her guy.
She in denial, I’m in her now. Say I’m too long; I’m the Nile.
Leave her walkin’ Egyptian style.
Crush a bit, a whole lot, roll it up; it’s only pot.
Take a hit, how you feel? Feelin it? Yeah, it’s real.
This is it. This is what the ancients did. What’s your deal?
Baby, THC ain’t where Satan live; opposite.
Kill the devil, burn the stress. Call us rebels and we worry less.
Real boys, real girls, no strings attached; wireless.
Smoke will curl around the back while we lose our breath to this.
On the precipice of where we’re at and where we’re tryna get.
"BBY" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN
Women are often concerned with being degraded, and, thanks to our media, females have to project appearances they may not want to. However, appreciation for women’s bodies and admiration of the female form is hard to express without coming off as objectification.
You’re so pretty
(A picture of perfection)
And if you’d let me
I’d give you that connection
The kind people only have with their reflections.
Come on, don’t be shy. My eyes are detecting
you want a good time but still need protection.
That’s why I’ve arrived; the dull days are through.
Put the cat in a hat, take a picture. That’s cute.
We can do this, but that’s fun too.
Don’t stress, sweetheart. Beauty becomes you.
Bottomline: there is no undo.
Even the undead can see it’s untrue
To say you aren’t it: the shit, Winnie the Pooh,
Gets a Tigger mad quick but I don’t act a fool.
That’s impractical when trying to impress
the witch, beautiful. Just one last caress
of Ms. Fit, cut the bull; bull-fighter finesse.
No switch to pull to get you to undress;
I can push your buttons BBY dial down the stress.
Heard the word on the street yet, girl? I’m the best.
You’ve dealt with the rest but I don’t ever sleep,
like a cop on the beat always walking the streets,
and pillow talk under sheets leaves sparks
to burn deep in the heart. So, you see, from the start
it was me that noticed you but a blind man feels,
and he’d notice too. So what’s the deal, baby boo?
Let’s be real. Ain’t it true
you’re a salty lonely heart looking for something brand new?
I can be your Pepper. Doesn’t spicy get you wetter?
If it do, it’s my pleasure. Tell me if you’re hot;
Cool kisses make it better and you’ll want all I got.
Oooh baby— B B Y,
lookin’ grade-A; please tell me why
you would ever shed a tear
when your body’s so prime.
If anything’s missing from U it’s I.
Don’t lie. Can you deny that the chemistry
between you and I is just right?
If it’s love you need I can make that all night.
Foreplay for gods four years three strikes
like two high school baseball teams
everything I’m pitching to you’s only what I mean
no matter how it seems when you catch me staring
gleam from my eyes makes intentions apparent
a little obscene but attention is caring
and I’m only paying as much as you did to what you’re wearing
Your elegance is obvious; no beating ‘round the bush.
I’m sure you keep it neat and trim, good puss.
Nice kitty, tight tush
For sho’, you already know I’m after dat ass
Baby ain’t ready though. So let’s step up the class
Romance in the garden; I work the hoe. No Frenching?
Beg your pardon. Can’t you see, Butterfree?
My Metapod hardens. Get a grip on the sitch.
A helping hand, darling. That’s fine, use your lips
I don’t care which; you can rock your body
or you can start bobbing. Your head keeps nodding.
You tryna tell me something?
Cuz I should let you know that I think I’m falling.
It’s love. Look at what you’re starting.
I feel I better spell it out before I die
As sweet as skittles, you’re my new prescription;
I need you like they say I need Ritalin.
Just hit them high notes and I’ll keep fiddlin’.
Your panties and your bra still in the car
we play padiddle in. This feeling’s getting bigger than
the tent that I’m pitching in my jeans;
‘bout to bust through the seams. You know, you’re even fitter than
the girls in my dreams. Didn’t think you’d be a spitter.
You’re a winner. Don’t you wanna suckseed?
If you make a mess, then I hope you lick it clean.
If you don’t smoke cess, lemme help you go green.
Girl, you’re a treasure, was your chest made for me?
I got a key. Does it fit? Come, let’s see.
Meet me halfway; do the splits, sweet pea.
You’ve been locked away all day (that’s NEET)
but I know you wanna play. Wouldn’t you agree?
Or would you rather be alone; man in the boat at sea.
"P B V" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN
I used to drink a lot.This is a song about how alcohol affects your life and relationships.
12 minutes past 6, the sun burns my eyes.
I feel like shit; dunno why I’m outside.
Woke up in the park, passed out on the slide,
pretty far from the crib, so I gotta catch a ride.
Guess I’ll hit up Joe cuz he’ll prolly know
what I did last night. So I get up off the flo’,
shut my eyelids tight— my head’s about to blow;
it’s so goddamn bright and my mind’s dimmed low:
another hangover. I’ve had lots of practice.
Got a headache the size of Zach Galifinakis.
Cellphone’s dead, dunno where my contacts is.
Can’t charge the mobile: no cash, no plastic.
But it’s not so drastic, I head down the street
looking for my memories in the concrete.
I could really go for a green swisha sweet,
so the next alley I reach I gotta be discreet
cuz I meet the weedman, Tito, on the beat
and he’s got remedies for 10 or 15.
I owe him 25 to get a grip on the scene,
watching the smoke rise, wondering where I’ve been.
Now that I’m stoned and effectively faded
I’m hella ready to go to the home I shoulda stayed in,
but Joe’s pad’s closer— I’ve already made it,
and Joe’s got a story that’s bound to be amazing.
I got a couple bowls left so we’re blazing,
he’s telling me how I showed up to the party:
Already raging; a handle of Bacardi,
hitting on fat chicks (flattering their bodies),
downed a couple beers with the old-fashion shotty.
It was cool. Apparently, I was doing fine.
After three brews it was all a good time.
Then somebody said Tequila and I said I got the lime.
Six shots later I’m a Colt 45,
revolving and turning and spinning round the room.
Had to chill with an L of some loud, like boom.
Crossfaded on the couch, got stuck too soon,
cuz the cops come through and everybody better dip,
but if I ain’t slippin in some witches, save that shit.
So I’m grippin on a kitten named Princess Brit,
and Brit’s got a bottle (looks like ‘bout a fifth).
Our princess helps this pissed kid ditch the pigs,
dip to the cut, slips the drink, offers me a swig.
The Peanut Butter Vodka harder than big Popov hit.
I said “wtf is this?” and vomited.
Now it’s clear as day; instant replay.
I can recall ralphing up and wrecking it.
Oy vey, the juice I eliminated with the gin
mixed with the eighth (smoked to the face for the grin)
switched and replaced my daze and confused inhibitions
with ways to win, plus perks after the mission.
So, subsequently, given the intermission,
Princess decided it was high time she went missing.
Told the chick to listen, she quit chirping and tripping.
I whipped it out, asked if I could kindly put the tip in.
She kinda laughed, sipped the PBV then said she’d lick it
but only if she and me don’t bone nor ever kick it.
‘You’re cool and whatever,’ she says she respects it,
but not to expect everybody always feeling the funk.
‘I recommend a real hobby. Some folks drink,
but boy, you get drunk.’
"This Game Sucks" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN
Personally, I find the current system does not work to the benefit of industry. I demand satisfaction from the ones that claim to drive the economic machine because media, medicine, food and weapons shouldn’t be sold the same.
This game sucks, kinda like this beat does.
Time to switch the game up. Go back, press B cuz
these lame ducks all lined up? I hunt them; we eat up.
My doggs in the grass for that ass and them zebras.
Survivors’re no liver with lessons from Aretha.
Sack all these hacks if they can’t keep up.
Alley cats crack wise til the pussy get beat up.
I’m so Frank. West would try to be us,
but that chance’s slimmer than Hank Hill’s urethra.
Come catch fade with a young dark Caesar.
If ya feel underpaid just throw them G’s up;
Grove Street money in the GTA-Trust.
Roam streets til they bust or they waste us.
A future we created that’s so outrageous
No murder, black birds; that’s so Raven.
Can’t you see beyond the words,
who is paid to say them?
Who is paid to explain? Who we pay to relay them?
Everybody playing’s either paying or evading.
Ammo over money in the multiplayer mayhem.
Ain’t it funny? These NPCs think they’re playing.
What’s the deal, Guild seal? No red pills; I’m awakened.
Two 4Lokos, six shots (am I mistaken?)
American Clay idols, lost souls, belly Aiken
mortal’s buy dirt. I guess the sun is Satan’s
and, as long as we’re Earthbound,
I won’t be stuck home
rating all the worst sounds.
Rusty Ventures on the trombone;
The album just went brown.
When I touch tones phones get whipped out
and the tunes cross time zones.
Hollaback. No Doubt. Yo, holmes, smell ya later.
Here’s a letter to your sister, just Bill the Haters.
Sorry, Mister. Saturn’s rings ain’t enough to pay us.
Sleep on me if you want, Death suggests you stay up.
Through a screen, darkly, constantly making my way up,
Grinding XP til my Windows go foggy.
Rapping, fapping, bowl-packin: three hobbies.
Harry’s House Party with Kid, Play and Dobby
La-di-da-di check it, Slick, you can call me Wreck-It Rick.
Gonna Ralph; you make me sick. Find me? Change your hopes
Even with your rectum on my dick I’m still Gary Oak:
You just can’t catch ‘em, Ash. Just ask.
Ashy elbows? That shit makes no cash.
So, this game sucks, but it won’t be the last.
I can switch it up: a Swisha blunt fulla grass,
a Switchblade makes the cut. Burn a chomp, never pass.
I’m the biggest Bully in my Rockstar class.
Grove street money in the GTA-Trust.
"CRITICAL (MassKilling)" - TESTING UNFINISHED PRODUCTS - JET THUMAN
When you’re tired of your elders telling you how it is (yet you know how it could be) sometimes it feels like all that’s left to do is get fucked up and wait for change.
Here we go. Deep breaths, let ‘em last.
Exhale. Get up fast. Cheap rest, out the do’h.
Inhale. Get to class, cheat tests, courses passed.
Burn Ls. Bell rings, Streets next.
Smoke rings we blow. Outta cash.
Retail. Five fingers find things fine.
You know, split fast. Me gets mine.
“Why?” they ask. We tell:Fixed on the mind but passed them details.
Asking, “How can one be so gone?”
You know what I’m on. Same shit, different week:
fuck a bitch, or jerk off, write a song, go to sleep.
Wake up, burn a J, jack a beer, skate ruff.
Same day, different year: start a brawl, act tuff,
dgaf who cares? Same month, different planet:
What? You thought intelligence with life could withstand it?
Animated greatly. Manic; living Wakko Wishes.
Raised so vicious; never planned it. Wash them dishes,
understand it. Treat a bitch like a turret;
don’t be surprised when I man it.
Energized bunny bandit hopping on hips, between thighs,
on demand since these chicks realized
if you give a fuck, then you might get a prize.
Someone blows up, someone loses their life:
She chases dreams. He’ll get a wife.
We rape the scene, fuck the game with a knife,
play insane, rip the seams, creep at night,
shame Lois Lanes (Clark can’t beat her right).
It’s all in the teeth. You can’t eat her wrong.
Going hard like granite. Make the folks go, “Dammit,
what’s the deal with these kids? Is it sex? Should we ban it?”
If the dick she’s sucking fits did the puzzle come damaged?
Survey that. And the survey says, “Black and white hats
ain’t much without head. Give into the lust; get into a bed.”
Made to penetrate. Must climax long.
What? You think life with intellect would ever understand it?
Busy building the bazaar cuz your gramps ran it.
Trade encounters at the swapmeet; it gets handed.
Who plays Jaffar, the Genie, and Aladdin?
Bouncing stage left to get some Abu from Jasmine.
No creeds; only assassins. Go green; high fashion.
It’s greed; stop asking. Who needs to buy it?
Who wants to tax it? Who’s gonna sell it?
Where’s all the action? They tryna burn it all
and they ain’t even matching. PICs packing—
well, soon, death willing. If I put the Light to this L, who’s the villain?
Couple more feet at the beach; we’ll be chillin’.
Best ice age yet. Ain’t that cold. No kidding.
New chief, same ways. No gold, new children.
Go dumb, stay faded. Keep fucking, keep building.
No space, can’t move. Get down, start diggin’.
Hit core, flood race. Critical Mass Killing.