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1.
(hook) Life's no joke, it ceases, we don't own, we lease it so-called religious folks provoking Jesus to return and seize it, it seems hopeless, but don't believe it the problem is, we're so hardened, we only open when we're broke in pieces! trying to cope with treasonous leaders that's high on coke who lied and smote innocents with fire and smoke though we don't notice or won't perceive it so we blindly grope when we could expose our eyes and see it (verse 1) this is Abaddon's millenium, the end of the aeon, battling Saturn, these rabid patterns men play on, pentiums, pentagrams, pentameter, pentacost, penitentiary, prisoners, produce profits, what gets lost in the shuffle is that thought is the muscle that moves the body politic that's why I hardly care about parties, cuz all that shit is what it is, but I am what I am, too, we've been stressin preconceptions, what we can and we can't do but the fact is, we're limitless, rap's just an instance of this at least when its practitioners get back to genuineness I see it all like panoramic vision, kids start off with bright eyes but by the time they're 36 they're just shells, like the copper casings pistols eject the pain spreads like when hollow tip missiles connect to tissues and enter your flesh, by the time it's an exit wound it's five times bigger than the first hole that was left in you and that hole I'm talking about is inside pretend to deny the emptiness? Many men tried to this end, we lie and influence just to bend lives tentative to try the percentages, it's pretty grim, why? cuz we're not honest with ourselves, accumulate possessions with no appreciation for the real cost of wealth so now our thoughts are jails like we're jacked in the Matrix, exchanging cash for fake shit, but authenticity is not for sale (hook) Life's no joke, it ceases, we don't own, we lease it so-called religious folks provoking Jesus to return and seize it, it seems hopeless, but don't believe it the problem is, we're so hardened, we only open when we're broke in pieces trying to cope with treasonous leaders that's high on coke who lied and smote innocents with fire and smoke though we don't notice or won't perceive it so we blindly grope when we could expose our eyes and see it (verse 2) many times, I've felt a funny vibe and heeded it immediate, cuz people can be devious, money and lives cancel each other out often over beef when it becomes apparent the two must cross like crucifixes America is a ruthless business, believe in this our market theology got us all becoming hedonists and when we live only for pleasure, we do what's expedient the people leading us aren't the best and the brightest, they're the greediest got uniformed thugs beating us, reallocating resources that really oughta be for the neediest so when your wages ain't enough to make it, and you've gotta feed your children then you're gonna make it happen even if you gotta be the villain cuz the fact is, nowadays, the law's a fraud whether or not it's legal, money gets made in foul ways cuz violence stays the means to an end, not the cause to crooks running this country I love, it's child's play (hook) Life's no joke, it ceases, we don't own, we lease it so-called religious folks provoking jesus to return and seize it, it seems hopeless, but don't believe it the problem is, we're so hardened, we only open when we're broke in pieces trying to cope with treasonous leaders that's high on coke who lied and smote innocents with fire and smoke though we don't notice or won't perceive it so we blindly grope when we could expose our eyes and see it
2.
The Deep End 03:46
(hook): what do you do when you're deep in the deep end? it depends: when men speak feminine, friends tend to beef, then everybody's reaching, the heat thumps like drumbeats, and leaves niggas leakin' the same scene again what do you do when you're deep in the deep end? it depends... we gotta draw lines to read between them see through a clean lens, stop actin funny, start craftin some peace, to prevent the same damn scene again (verse 1) The party's hella crackin, everyone is having fun all of a sudden you hear screams "oh my God, he has a gun" and as you hear the blasts, you run, after six claps it's done but even though you were a track star, you ain't as fast as one of the bullets that carves a burning spiral through your flesh learning survival rules ain't fresh, concerning lives of who gets blessed and who don't makes you consider the chances that you won't as you run and more of your blood soaks through your new coat til you're feeling light headed... this is the night you dreaded, but the you could be me so I know any time I could get it so until that day comes I'm James Caan in the Way of the Gun prefer to converse to spraying the snub but if they wanna play rough, and escape is not an option I'll put led in your lid like the nails in your coffin cuz even though I'm an author living in a midtown apartment, I'm from the South Side of Sac, so I'm still a marksman (hook) what do you do when you're deep in the deep end? it depends: when men speak feminine, friends tend to beef, then everybody's reaching, the heat thumps like drumbeats, and leaves niggas leakin' the same scene again what do you do when you're deep in the deep end? it depends... we gotta draw lines to read between them see through a clean lens, stop actin funny, start craftin some peace, to prevent the same damn scene again (verse 2) I was getting ready for a show one day and though I don't do crimes, I was inclined to tote the eight cuz the spot was in a hood I almost got blown away in in eleventh grade, I ducked and sprinted home when they sprayed but the fear of the experience all those years ago stayed I asked N.O.N. if he thought I shoulda brought, and he said "no way, cuz what you bring out of your home sets the tone, so play it cool, prepare for peace, fuck bustin heat, I'd rather pray" and I felt him, but the concerns still don't go away cuz I've learned kids you've known for days smile to cloak their hate til they're standing behind a pistol they're holding to your face so when I debate whether to take my toast to a certain place, it's not because I'm out to hurt and waste some perp, or jake, catch a murder case and a face a horrid fate, nope, it ain't, honestly I just hope I'm safe I'm sure every average Joe who owns chrome relates (hook) what do you do when you're deep in the deep end? it depends: when men speak feminine, friends tend to beef, then everybody's reaching, the heat thumps like drumbeats, and leaves niggas leakin' the same scene again what do you do when you're deep in the deep end? it depends... we gotta draw lines to read between them see through a clean lens, stop actin funny, start craftin some peace, to prevent the same damn scene again (verse 3) I'm not a violent person. I'm far more likely to spend a night in church than a minute in a shootout 'cause I've seen niggas die and hearses carry 'em off to underlie the surface, what's the purpose? scared of being soft, now they're hard and stiff, was it worth it? becoming your dream is all being an artist is so fuck going down for what some dumb partner did, I'm trying to live, I haven't even really gotten started, kid so now it's constant expansion, though to be honest, dancing with my demons is wearing me down, feet don't fail me now I wanna carry out plans to bail this town and play for crowds make hits so hard they'd make Junior Seau cuz in Sac I feel cramped up, plus every man acts tough, like "hands up!" I've had enough of the crap, I can't stand this damn stuff, the stress and despair.... gotta get some fresh air, but the question is where? (hook) what do you do when you're deep in the deep end? it depends: when men speak feminine, friends tend to beef, then everybody's reaching, the heat thumps like drumbeats, and leaves niggas leakin' the same scene again what do you do when you're deep in the deep end? it depends... we gotta draw lines to read between them see through a clean lens, stop actin funny, start craftin some peace, to prevent the same damn scene again
3.
The Oooweee 02:54
(verse 1) yo, the trash cans stunk, even the waste made us high, inhaled cannabis skunk and got that first taste of crime from a nickel to a dime to an eighth at a time & finally weight, 'cause three point five for fifty ain't fly the war on drugs is a money-wasting disgrace, the state's why using guns to tell consumers what they-could-buy, and couldn't based on lies, printed on paper made of wooden pulp I opened the vaults, took a look at the books and gulped 'cause William Randolph Hearst, the real Citizen Kane, used the newspapers he owned to say it drive your kids insane and motivates caucaisian daughters to give niggers brains and that it has no legitimate uses, which is strange cuz to this day, a doctor can use heroine or cocaine but it's a federal crime to prescribe hemp for pain which made sense to me when I learned later a machine called the decorticator was hurtin' his paper 'cause instead of wood pulp, it used hemp, which was cheaper and produced printable product with superior features we believe spurious teachings screamed by furious preachers I can't help but think humans are quite curious creatures (hook) Crack a satchel and pack a fat bowl light it up crack a satchel and pack a fat bowl light it up crack a satchel and pack a fat bowl light it up crack a satchel and pack a fat bowl (verse 2) life can leave you scarred and detached, for Mic it got hard to relax on guard 'cause in Sac it's real like a heart attack between carjacks and jakes trying to smash my hardhat I could feel myself start to crack, and I wanted no part of that so I break apart a wrap and spark a sack then step back a bit from life and try to see a broad perspective like how we teach odd directives that keep us all raw and desperate so I say thank God for lettuce... anyway, I can't afford a psychiatrist plus they say 'put the hay away,' then turn around and tell you 'try this shit' as they put a can of pills in your hand, for real, man? I don't feel that plan, I prefer a no-frills plant to pills that can't treat depression without causing side-effects doctors provide that shit to patients but can't say they've tried it yet so I say, shred the grapes to get away from the oppressive weight just don't fuck around and smoke so much you end up stuck on section 8! (hook) Crack a satchel and pack a fat bowl light it up crack a satchel and pack a fat bowl light it up crack a satchel and pack a fat bowl light it up crack a satchel and pack a fat bowl
4.
The Real 03:35
(verse 1) I got a savage flow, so don't try to test me you'll find out: I'm not your average Joe, like Pesci the game is sick like Magic so prose don't stress me I control crowds like referees especially with the rest of the Levis next to me it's so foul live evil, turn the Nile into Bile, steel into style, skill into vials of lethal substance but you expose your child to violent people, so what's with the accusations? Focusing on this matrix placed us within the hands of Satan trying to escape illusions we make when delusions replace real viewings which we achieve in dreamscapes, pursuing escape from this obscene state of confusion meaning imagination gets smashed by laziness since the public loves dumbness, why kill yourself making crazy shit? i see crowds lose their minds over rhymes with a baby's wits inarticulate artificial shit they spit lately makes me sick! (hook) some people write about facts that are real some people might act in ways they think that you'll feel me, I'd rather chill still, the world turns like fortune's tragic wheel hot enough to even scorch a man of steel some people explain their experience some people stay insane or delirious what we say to the curious is pimped for luxurious lifestyles, it's type foul but the jury-is still out, 'cause real life requires realness (verse 2) Like Beanie Sigel said, everything is real already including ideas, that why thoughts are called heavy when they carry weight that make you break em down like a Chevy or a Ford, and we go towards the Lord when we're ready and we worship God because He/Her/It creates us in the image of Itself, thus empowering us to make up things we snatch from dreams, but when we wake up we take stuff back into the material realm and make it shape up but we're actually scared of shakeups to avoid earthquakes we stay in ruts, as if that could save us So is it all about a rapper's flavor? Do I even have to say 'word'? Should I? Is what I'm hearing even worth the paper of the contract that enslaved ya to your major? I'm underground and struggling, so you say I'm a hater I'll say you're straight garbage, you don't deserve fame, I wish you'd try to talk shit, I'd turn your name into a crater (hook) some people write about facts that are real some people might act in ways they think that you'll feel me, I'd rather chill still, the world turns like fortune's tragic wheel hot enough to even scorch a man of steel some people explain their experience some people stay insane or delirious what we say to the curious is pimped for luxurious lifestyles, it's type foul but the jury-is still out, 'cause real life requires realness (verse 3) What we read and write confuses; do our movements work as planned? it's been greed and strife, abuses, since us humans first could stand it might seem like life is useless as we're cruelly murked, but fam, even the speed of light reduces as the universe expands! What we speak in spite refuses to just lose its hurtful brand so we bleed and fight, ruthless, proving who's the worst man and our screams and frightened cruises through this ruined earth's lands are a secret rite, producing crueler, murderous hands on the street, the plight is rooted in the sewers, turf is damp and the creeps and shifes that's putrid do this ghoulish circle dance while the demons delight in ruinous acts of doom, eternally damned we all weep and bite our blue lips, while pursuing purple grams but don't seek to right misuses of our earnings and lands can we see this blighted ruse or construe it as circumstance? I believe excitement moves through my music, work, and fans so I think of giant huge shit, then do it with words like Bam! (hook) some people write about facts that are real some people might act in ways they think that you'll feel me, I'd rather chill still, the world turns like fortune's tragic wheel hot enough to even scorch a man of steel some people explain their experience some people stay insane or delirious what we say to the curious is pimped for luxurious lifestyles, it's type foul but the jury-is still out, 'cause real life requires realness
5.
The Flesh 03:51
(Verse 1) I'm lying next to a woman that I don't want around fantasies of true loves invade my thoughts and I frown 'cause I gots ta get down... at least that's how I trained myself because the chase and the hunt is just a game and I play it well but I wonder if I'm creating hell, custom-made for me I feel the darkness calling whenever we touch and play, 'cause see, I hastily pounced when the cat was displayed, and seized but I want to turn away when I hear her voice say to me anything resembling emotional attachment instantly I'm grimacing while posted on her mattress i feel fiendish 'cause I know I'm stoking sadness 'cause I don't care about her feelings, so what we have is not special or sacred, we're just dealing with animal urges, realizing that is revealing 'cause the relationship looked open but there's a glass ceiling so what we do is sexual, but isn't really healing (Hook) these are my confessions for I am weak in the flesh i lose sight of what i really ought to seek and get stressed so now my heart is cold although her body is hot I can't have what I want, so I settle with what I've got (Verse 2) My tongue is made of silver, my dick is made of diamond my words can break a strong woman's will like her hymen I have the hands of a lover, but the heart of a killer the feeling keeps em coming back like a crack dealer She's looking for a thrill, and I provide her with plenty She says that I'm delicious but I leave her feeling empty my game is hella vicious like I'm dealing with an enemy she wants me for my kisses, I just want what she can give to me but immediately afterwards, I'm saying I gotta bounce 'cause I feel uncomfortable even staying inside her house I work the cat till she's squeaking like a mouse, then I'm out, 'cause my affection lasts just long enough to cum in her mouth and leave her with a frosted face, but me, I'm lost in space I'm a fraud, a fake, a monster, though I never caught a case I'm the man who wasn't there, my identity is erased in this race to the bottom, I've gotten scared of the pace (Hook) these are my confessions for I am weak in the flesh i lose sight of what i really ought to seek and get stressed so now my heart is cold although her body is hot I can't have what I want, so I settle with what I've got (Verse 3) Not too far in the past, when my hardening heart was smashed into shards sharp as glass, my mind started to crack I collapsed, I couldn't cry, but it wasn't hard to laugh wondering if this darkened path was the mark of God's wrath so the pain I cause is an artifact of hard knock class artifice is hard to resist with a broad in your lap and I do believe in love, but don't know if I deserve it observing the courses of these forces made me absurdist so I laugh as they hurt us, 'cause the pain is what connects us I used to be so faithful, but became such a slut it's strange how we change just to fuck, getting service is all that makes sense when our ideals become worthless kisses become curses, memory's a savage biz 'cause I died inside, but don't know if I'd rather live was it guilt that built this sadness? Does it matter in the end? Because all I know is heartbreak, so that's all that I can give (Hook) these are my confessions for I am weak in the flesh i lose sight of what i really ought to seek and get stressed so now my heart is cold although her body is hot I can't have what I want, so I settle with what I've got
6.
(verse 1) This is the last tear I'll shed, the last fear or dread, that which I hold dear is dead, fuck love, I'll pursue my career instead cuz my thoughts are too dense for my peers' heads they'd rather have King Kong than King Lear, they said so I give 'em MacBeth: a swift death, witches caress a nigga's neck even kisses are threats, to call this shit stress is an understatement understanding makes me wonder hating had me going dumber now I'm damn near speechless, police get budget increases but it leave kids optionless except the very thing they cautioned us not to get caught up in pickups, drops, niggas get popped and flipped, shot, and clipped the fear holds our consciousness hostage, and our consciences ought to get loud but they're too shocked to spit it's a holocaust with a twist, the murder is institutional the twin towers fell--poof!--where the fuck did our future go? where's the answers? People act like it's rude to probe when we follow the way the money moves, we know when the truth gets suppressed, then the movement grows the people we're seeing on TV, leading, are our true foes leaving our minds like their hearts--with huge holes got us playing the fool's roles, illusions steal our lessons while our constitution collapsed like world trade building seven we were busy killing brethren If it's really true that Man was made in God's image, I bet it's hella ill in heaven (verse 2) Life is uglier than modern art I often walk through parks on sunny days but still my thoughts are dark you gotta have a destination to really be called lost and I'm too broke to afford a Molotov bottle's cost, to say nothing of the gas to put inside of it life can whup a square man's ass, I wonder how crooks survive the shit I guess plenty don't, getting money's no joke 'cause I don't find many things that are funny when broke except the fact that my college degree cost a hundred grand, but was it worth it? I really gotta wonder, damn it's a bad feeling in the air, like the Summer of Sam I don't run for fun because it makes me feel like a hunted man and if you say to me "J-beez, you're going crazy", I'll say just play Jay-Z because soon you'll understand it's really not cool to have a view of the future where computers run schools and the rulers are even crueler the barbaric deeds of the past are what we'll see in the path of the crisis on its way to leave society smashed so why do we laugh? Well it's not because it's amusing more like, losing our sanity to movies on viewscreens giving unruly teens foolish dreams of loot and cream if it ain't wool for pulling over eyes, it's sure fooling me so tell me what's success, is it collecting a check? The love and respect? or is it just stress that corrupts our interests?
7.
(hook) somebody said once that life was a dream but to me it seems more like a fight in the ring but I'm wise to the schemes, to uprise and redeem takes the heart of a lion and the mind of a king (verse 1) When we're kids, we live in the moment, which is great, but mistakenly associate that with fate waste opportunities to relate to human beings make movie screens we populate with ruined dreams instead of trying to truly see who you could be, so we chafe brushing up against nothingness, because we know escape is impossible, as time passes, losses grow sleepless nights, hospitals, and black suits, tossin soil that's a part of it, but don't think it left me heartless, just know that that's what it took for me to grow as an artist, shit I asked for this when I begged God for gas to spit to manifest magic tricks and massacre manuscripts but it's only one way to gain substance: to stand beneath assumptions, look up and ask "what's this" it's so much-it-twists comprehension, but if you discover it, you get honest wisdom and that's why I love it (hook) somebody said once that life was a dream but to me it seems more like a fight in the ring but I'm wise to the schemes, to uprise and redeem takes the heart of a lion and the mind of a king (verse 2) You'll be surprised what you can find in a book if you take time to look you ever visualize a scholar with the mind of a crook? you see the ideas are the line, and the rhymes are the hook when I reel-to-reel you in and that's why they're shook 'cause they acknowledge the power of hip hop to connect us it undermines the system of separation they've set up they try to knock us down when we step up that awful sound as the next judge sentences brothers that he's locking down guards your thoughts around the idiot box you're watching, pal we have identities, but want to be lost in crowds is it to duck responsibility? Don't pass the buck, be honest, really see instead of closing your eyes and lying to yourself willingly I got bigger fish to fry and more important things on my mind than whether or not you're feeling me corporate mergers, tortures and killings, poisoning air our children breathe the signs are converging chillingly, where will we go? (hook) somebody said once that life was a dream but to me it seems more like a fight in the ring but I'm wise to the schemes, to uprise and redeem takes the heart of a lion and the mind of a king
8.
The Opening 03:08
(verse) I was still small when my pops taught me how to kill fish, fowl, and beast of the field, it all was real waiting to exhale, pull the trigger, jerk the line, the first time, I cried like I was forced into crime my pops took me aside, smiled & wiped my eyes off and said "it's alright to cry when you empathize with loss and that's not a weakness, understand as I speak this conclusion took me half my life to reach, my belief is the secret of strength is sensitivity, but to achieve this you must go the length, listen and see your unique gifts. it's a one-degree shift to tears from deep bliss some leave their peers, even quit careers, they reach this limit where they're forced to confront thoughts they bottled up or get lost, follow the darkness and get swallowed up so recognize the real even as you stay in the moment and thank God for every meal and each day that He loaned us in the best of times, kneel to give praise for the bonus but even when it's time to kill, you still pray for opponents we were created as one, and one day we'll become aware that we were never actually divided, my son. so the pain that you feel for the death you brought about for us to eat this meal is what respect is all about but understand, as we grow we all have to make choices and a real man's agenda is deeper than pain avoidance use your brain to frame the hurt so your heart stays rejoicing because the flipside of this ride we're on is great enjoyment!" that flipped my whole wig, because my pops was a G since I lost him I've often thought about his talks with me hard knocks when I forgot what he taught me about honesty my tale is one of tragedy, drama became comedy rapidly, I stay trapped in these strange qualities then fade to black when the plot plays out beyond my scene staying calm, I want to scream at the top of my lungs scared I'll burn like I was shot by a gun, I'm not the one no Neo, just a cold negro who used to boldly seek to go toe-to-toe with evil now my goals are equal to those of old people knowing that the close is close, hoping for a dope sequel so we kneel and beg for absolution from our avarice dealing slaves and pollution, ravaging, ravenous, savages we deserve whatever fate we get but in His grace He may take me yet I don't pretend that I know which way I'll get will I be vibing in the Presence, hella relieved and shit, or in Hell screaming 'what about the good deeds I did?' Humans don't deserve Heaven, except a very few that's a fact that's both scary and true so I wonder, when I'm buried and my part of this story is through will memories of me still be carried by you? (hook) so have an open heart, and an open mind you'll meet love with open arms, at least that's what I hope you'll find (repeat)

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released January 21, 2014

all lyrics and vocals: MICjordan (J. Beasley)
all beats: Hippie Sabotage (J. Saurer, K. Saurer)

all songs recorded and mixed by MICjordan at Metroplex, Sacramento, CA

cover photo by Lyric Verse

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