1.Finality (foreward By GTB)
(Dude, it's like… it's like when you wake up and your skin don't
fit right, you know？
I mean, what do you do？
Their words don't mean nothing, man.
Nothing.
Hear everything is knowing that this world ain't right for you？
Man, that's fucked.
So fucked.
What kind of security blanket is faith that at the end of the
day the end of the tunnel is blackness？
Man, we ain't all meant for greatness.
I know that.
I ain't stupid but I mean, how do you cure what to you, with
each breath, equals sickness？
Maybe there is a second life.
A new chance, you know？
I aint gonna know it til this one's through.
That's what it is.
That's where we at.
Joshua：
That's what's up.
What do you know
Of a troubled man
Who's also strugglin
Sore of this, the script he follows
But also coupled within
His heart and the lump in his throat when he swallows is
hardening
And no one hearing him
Is what's really killing him
So sick of the outside world
He's always staring in
He told the only girl that he loves
She should have married him
Empty was his pocket
And the engagement ring that he carried
And he kept it in a locket
To keep it from damaging
Though he never took it out
Out of his anger
He punched the walls with his fists
That actually made his paper
He was actin like he's made of nothing
Love ones should have seen it comin
Buried deeper in his southern
Knife was twisting in his stomach
He tried desperately not to desecrate his destiny
Less it be him or them
He put all his blood and energy
Plenty
Into every single step along the way
Why would he pray？
He said God wouldn't listen anyway
He tried to tell them things that they don't want to know
Although their eyes are open he thinks that they're closed
When his mother wakes up
She might have to clean up
This little mess
That her boy has turned into
He tried to tell them things that they don't want to know
Although their eyes are open he thinks that they're closed
When his mother wakes up
She might have to clean up
This little mess
That her baby boy has turned into
The second son
Was treated second to none
So right off the bat
He does not blame anyone
There are just some things that will never add up
If he listened to his father his dad would have said to man up
And stand up
There are things he can't touch
Or put his finger on
In other words kept them stashed up
Til it grew into an all consuming
Looming darkness different tuning
There is nothing that can stop him
He's decided he's gonna do it
Gonna go through with it, and that's it
Of his sin he is conviced
Started saying his goodbyes
Giving away all his shit
Turned his cell off
Told his ex-girl off
Said good riddance to a planet he can't wait to get hell off
He'd deny it
But he already once tried it
But he couldn't get the knife to pierce the skin without crying
But this time he had a foolproof plan
To disband
He would never see his parents or get picked on again and…
He tried to tell them things that they don't want to know
Although their eyes are open he thinks that they're closed
When his mother wakes up
She might have to clean up
This little mess
That her boy has turned into
He tried to tell them things that they don't want to know
Although their eyes are open he thinks that they're closed
When his mother wakes up
She might have to clean up
This little mess
That her baby boy has turned into
He sits all alone in his room
Door is locked
Gun in hand
Sweaty and tremblin
He is now not sure if he even can go through with it
Tries to find the mindset of when he's sure he was doin it
He looks at the posters on his wall he's had since he was a kid
Now black light Led Zeppelin, and one of Jim Morrison
He puts on
His favorite song
Listens hard and long
And thinks back on the details of what went so wrong
All those hardcore shows he used to go to as a kid
And I feel so alone
All a sudden don't mean shit
And all the money spent by his parents on the doctors
To try and stop the sickness
But it only got darker
Thinks to himself
Whatever's after this
Has got to be better than here
Cause this is madness
So with that he counted down from ten
And with his last breath whispered
“Goodbye and amen.”
[A gunshot, and a woman screaming “Joshua! Joshua please! Oh
God! Please! Open this door Joshua!”]
He tried to tell them things that they don't want to know
Although their eyes are open he thinks that they're closed
When his mother wakes up
She might have to clean up
This little mess
That her boy has turned into
He tried to tell them things that they don't want to know
Although their eyes are open he thinks that they're closed
When his mother wakes up
She might have to clean up
This little mess
That her baby boy has turned into
He tried to tell them things that they don't want To know
Although their eyes are open he thinks that they're closed
When his mother wakes up
She might have to clean up
This little mess
That her boy has turned into)
2.Everything's Wonderful？
3.Outro
4.Slacker
5.L1 Leader W／ Majestic And Gangstroph The Baptist
6.Intro
7.Drugs
8.The Voices On Prince St., Kingston, NY 12401
I've got another story to tell
Check, check
Wake up get out of bed
I put the third and fourth eye on my head
Made my way to the fridge for some breakfast
But the fridge was empty, so man, check this：
I made my way out the front door
Alls I had to do was head down to the store
But the voices kept nagging me that I need more
I got out my phone and called my drug dealer
(Hello？
(Yeah, for sure bro, head on over to the crib.)
Instead of eatin' I walk in the streets
And I cant help but feel like I'm just kinda defeatin'
The purpose of my existence, but these goddamn voices are so
persistant (C'mon!)
I get to my drug dealer's house ('Bout time)
And as usual he lays one out
Damn, I do feel better
You voices really know your shit man, go figure (That's right!)
We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than fuck with you until
you're dead
We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than fuck with you until
you're dead
I dont know how you guys knew
But I really do feel awesome so shit, thanks dudes (No problem)
Hmm, now what to do？ I could eat something or just start drinkin
at noon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Choices, choices, voices what you think？
(You should get some cocaine and definitely go drink)
Yeah, fuck it what the hell
So I head on to the only bar open at twelve (Lets go!)
And as I head inside, put my head on the table with my pindot
eyes, n'
It should come as no surprise that this occurance it became my
every day life (So what)
But I dont see nothin wrong with it (What)
The voices said that it was totally cool and shit
(It's fine, do another line, have another drink)
Ahh, fuck it all right (Let's go!)
We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than fuck with you until
you're dead
We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than fuck with you until
you're dead
And as the clock hit five
I swear I musta drank twenty shots no lie (That's nothin')
Man, it's gotta be time to go home
But the voices again, man, they just said (NO)
Well okay, how long are we gonna stay？
('Til you fuck another fat chick)
Oh, please not today
I cant do this anymore I got records to make
I got shit to do, got a new plan to break, but (Whatever)
Fuck it, I guess if we're gonna hang
I'ma need some more cash to make this long night last
'Til my wallet's empty, so what do ya'll say？ (Fine)
Take my ATM, go get some money
You know the code, and please hurry back
'Cause I'm coming down fast and I need some more coke
As quick as it left it came back
We were looking for some blow but we settled for some smack
Man this bar is the size of a living room
And they're all drug addicts (But Josh, not you!)
But you guys wont stop 'til I'm the brokest dude (Nope)
'Til my toe's been tagged and I'm bagged in blue： dead
We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than fuck with you until
you're dead
We are all the voices that live in your head
And we've got nothing better to do than fuck with you until
you're dead
(We are, we are)
9.The Zodiac (Underground Rap Killer)
I drop a diabolical verse in the session
Led biological weapons used by tyrants or peasants
There's no measurements to measure my settlements
Set them inside of the setting reflecting my past n' present
tense
I'm on a mission, prepped for battle condition
Inflicting pain in ways that make your mates compromise your
position
Listen, I've an itching to stick my shit in rotation
Watch the competition cower cause ？？？？
I'm always hungry; there's no nonsense
I wanna eat beats forever and a few MCs in the process
My conquest is to rip through their head office
And construct a concise offer that'll continue to counter the
contents
I'm bored out of my mind all the time and
Can't find why I've never been able to fall in line so
My proclamation for annihilation：
Take these whack kids, mix them with gas and matches
Now
This is what will happen to you
Keep fuckin round, every time you rap all I hear is
Blah duh duh, let the duh duh duh
Stupid is as stupid does, now stupids fucked and
Now
This is what will happen to you
Zodiac, underground rap killer
Where they at, come up with the rap filler
The time is now, we're breaking out our whack filter
Like 'HA'
I blow like a thermal detonator explodes
Across the Universe like John Lennon wrote
There will be no hesitation, I approached the booth post-hasty
Aggressor, cant slow down what moves quicker than fate
I fake nothin, I spill my guts in these raps
Take my twisted up insides and turn them out for these wolf
packs
A pack rat, I packed away everything that could come back and
haunt me
I live inside of a trap
I'm a snake in the grass, Adam and eve
I'm an apple I'm a macintosh, mac and PC
I'ma ball of gas and elements and overgrown settlements
Ready to fuck your raps up so bad, you're gonna say I was
celibate
？？ settle the eloquent and ？？
Malevolent mastermind behind these beats, they're not delicate
You should respect that I could dissect your dialect and
Inject your intellect with microchips from Initech
Now
This is what will happen to you
Keep fuckin round, every time you rap all I hear is
Blah duh duh, let the duh duh duh
Stupid is as stupid does, now stupids fucked and
Now
This is what will happen to you
Zodiac, underground rap killer
Where they at, come up with the rap filler
The time is now, we're breaking out our whack filter
Like 'HA'
We are the academy, the hierarchy of savagery
Takes more than a little bitter energy to manage these
Thoughts and intuitions, it's the paranoid that mixes it
Tries its hardest to destroy the boy that it sits in
But somehow I prevailed, don't ask me how
There's still a couple things that I cant live without
And that's beats, lyrics, pads, pens
Snare drums and 808's to make the fuckin speaker bend
I send a message to throw your head in different directions
Use your ego as a fuse, your crutch is my weapon
Sling-blade, little degenerate ingrate
Soft from a young age, their love will always disintegrate
And hate will stay and make its way through ya
And burrow into your heart until that's all that's left to ya
Listen, I've regressed, I've tried my best
But the Zodiac will cut til there's no rappers left and
Now
This is what will happen to you
Keep fuckin round, every time you rap all I hear is
Blah duh duh, let the duh duh duh
Stupid is as stupid does, now stupids fucked and
Now
This is what will happen to you
Zodiac, underground rap killer
Where they at, come up with the rap filler
The time is now, we're breaking out our whack filter
Like 'HA'
10.Dear S.A.M. I'm Dead To You
When we first met, she was all that I wanted：
A light that reflects off the B.S. I started.
I tried to state this a plan, this is when it begins.
Even public places I would kiss this girl in and
She was just so beautiful,
And I would act so unusual.
And as usual I couldn't stay neutral.
I think about the things I said and still get goose chills.
My instincts told me not to fuck with her,
Let alone fall in love with her.
What was once a hollow shell
Now is filled with a purpose. Boy, it must be cold in hell
'Cause I swore it'd freeze over colder than cold shoulder.
Shoulda thought about it first 'for I got down on my knee for
her.
Oh well, nothin' lasts forever.
The cut is still deep and it's barely gotten better, so I go：
Don't turn around, I won't see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Don't make a sound, I can't hear you
No more, I'm dead to you
Lettin' you know, buried and gone.
Now, as the story moves on, I know it's not like me to write
love songs.
But I guess this is kind of a song of love gone
'Cause every love in my life has gone way wrong.
Not before too long I had to find out
As deep as I fell, I couldn't climb out.
But fuck it, back then I'd just break another line out,
Pour another drink, try to forget til it's lights out.
But I guess that's what happens
When you start mixin' the heart and physical attractions.
I remember when you cried you were acting
To make up for the actual feelings you were lacking.
And as things spiraled further downward,
How could I overhear you tell another guy you go down good？
The love of my life？ Yeah right.
Just a party girl–somebody's drunk fun Saturday night
I go：
Don't turn around, I won't see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Don't make a sound, I can't hear you
No more, I'm dead to you
Lettin' you know, buried and gone.
Now I tried to understand where you're comin' from.
Was it all the daddy issues that you runnin' from？
As far as chances with me, you got none of 'em.
Your legs never closed like you only had one of 'em.
And if it came quite evident, the mounting evidence,
The emptiness, see there's no way to replenish it
And any intelligent human being would've bounced.
But I stuck around, constantly tried to figure you out,
And guess what？ (What？) It's not likely.
Sometimes I think you did this dirt just to spite me,
But you're guilty (fuck you!), that was the verdict
If you ask most girls they'll tell you I deserved it.
And I go：
Don't turn around, I won't see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Don't make a sound, I can't hear you
No more, I'm dead to you
Lettin' you know, buried and gone.
11.Baby Parts
This is a letter to God,
I know that you love children but you seem to have an awful lot
Whether this is Jesus Christ or Allah
One of you guys needs to tell these bitches to stop,
Stop!
Plenty of people think I was dropped
On my noggin when I was a kid 'cause that would explain a lot,
Fed a diet of potato and paint chips,
A god-fearing atheist;
Nobody can fix this
This ain't 'Brenda had a baby' this is 'Brenda shoulda waited'
Maybe Brenda shoulda used a contraceptive like a lady,
She's another baby havin' a baby at a young age
Tryin to raise it on minimum wage
If God was smart,
He'd have taken out your baby parts
And let you live so that you can't have a kid.
If God was smart,
He'd have taken out your baby parts
And let you live now that you can't have a kid.
Now speaking of statistics,
Where I live it's normal for chicks to have kids who suffer from
the sickness,
We've all seen 'em at the store with their kid by the arm
Pullin 'em around,
Threatenin' them with bodily harm,
Like 'Oh my God!'
It's a regular occurence,
Word, it's no secret why these parents make me nervous,
Cause their little ones are more than a little off,
God should come down, take their baby parts and rip them off,
Now certainly I don't mean all women
But why is it the brokest bitches who have the most kids and
One in the oven, two in the sink in the kitchen
Three in the bathroom wondering where their daddy is hidden？
？
CHORUS
Mama sells weed just to try to make their ends meet,
All her friends smoked it, now the kitchen's cupboards empty,
(What？)
Come friday night, drinking money？ There's plenty,
She lets the first guy hit it, who claims he's gotta Bentley
This '81 Honda's just a loner,
His gold chain is plated but she loves the way he talks to her,
So when they get home, he tells her that he loves her
But he says he gets irritated whenever he uses a rubber,
She pays it no mind,
Of course he cums inside,
Three weeks later she can't seem to get him on the line,
What a surprise - the guys in the bar lied,
You think that she would have learned the second, third or
fourth time.
CHORUS
12.Clap If You ＜3 Someone
13.Shootin' Up
14.Speedballs (Kingston's High)
15.XOXO Hugs N Kisses
Oh, man, guess who's back？
Through my travels as an asshole,
I've had to grab hold of anyone
Who pulled me in out of the damp cold.
Feel like I got hit with two bad blows
By Rocky Balboa, and that guy is sixty years old!
So you can take your shots at me,
I got no respect for you dickheads
And plus I drink free,
Fuckin' retards listen to the Black Eyed Peas,
End up with two black eyes from kids like me.
Seriously frustrated whenever I'm agitated
I made it this far without you so now I'm just marinated
I waited this long to tell you kids exactly how it is,
Under medicated and ready to scream it in your ears!
Fuck black people! Fuck white people!
The truth comes out, I don't really like people,
I hate 'em!
What you think Jesus is gonna save 'em？
Maybe God'd come down but even she won't take 'em!
Fuck Chinese people
and Puerto Rican people
Stab me in the back, God damn people are evil
Money's the only thing that these motherfuckers love
So how come I have to pretend that I like anyone？
You see it goes both ways,
You don't like me and I don't like you neither
Go and sniff your cocaine
I've had it up to my neck with you fuckin' people I swear
It's killin' me to even have to be around here
Get the fuck out of my face when I come through
I thought I told you on my first record, man, fuck you
Well, much easier said than done
'Cause anywhere I run, you motherfuckers just come
I don't know where come from but you dumb-dumbs
Better do a to vrum vrum 'fore I'm sick to my tum-tum
I'm done telling you, you've got to realize on your own
Everybody knows some assholes
Go about your home town, write it down, look around,
Yep, study that shit, you'll find out
Whether you're dirt bag or high brow
Regardless, you ain't got the spit
To put out the fire that I start, bitch!
Fuck black people! Fuck white people!
The truth comes out, I don't really like people,
I hate 'em!
What you think Jesus is gonna save 'em？
Maybe God'd come down but even she won't take 'em!
Fuck Chinese people
and Puerto Rican people
Stab me in the back, God damn people are evil
Money's the only thing that these motherfuckers love
So how come I have to pretend that I like anyone？
Stuck in a rut,
People that don't think they're assholes,
Usually they're butt-fucks
It's fucked up how much stuck up cunts that I had to see
I was a real nice kid back before I was obscene
So as it seems I'm similar to your similarities
I guess we're one in the same like fat bitches and calories
Oh, I'm one of you guys, oh I can't forget that, uh…
Aw, fuck it, I'm just glad to be back
Weerd Science, right back where he belongs
With his asshole friends in his hometown that he loves
The only thing that I hope don't go wrong is,
I look in the mirror and all a sudden I'm a sick kid!
Fuck black people! Fuck white people!
The truth comes out, I don't really like people,
I hate 'em!
What you think Jesus is gonna save 'em？
Maybe God'd come down but even she won't take 'em!
Fuck Chinese people
and Puerto Rican people
Stab me in the back, God damn people are evil
Money's the only thing that these motherfuckers love
So how come I have to pretend that I like anyone？
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