Ready for a Renaissance

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released July 4, 2011

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Track Name: Ambition
Ambitious, uncertain, pulled back the curtain
lookin at the world like a mirror saw my face in the oceans
i was young i was dumb, but i saw it clearly
since then i’ve been a bosun
years passed, all that’s changed is i’m a big fool now
i done the opposite of cool down
building a rocket ship in my basement
my pen point’s hot as shit bout to ignite pages
im transforming, dream of fans swarming to late night stages
filled with impatience, far away places
calling to me like Columbus sought the Asians
waiting for these new stars to fall in place,
make my own constellations
and i’m onto bigger things always innovating
like Davinci, but i’m simply too creative
not asking anyone to do me favors
absurd ideas stand out through the ages

open up the door,  cause you know that im knocking
and i know you need me bad like coal in my stocking
i’m that troublemaker, kid with the fire and brimstone
tortured by some sort of maniacal syndrome
you cant sway me, you cant stop me
call me crazy and everything, but i call it poppy
cause those words are bagels, i just cut em in half and eat em
and maybe i am insane but we all have our demons
and this is mine
and this is mine, don’t forget it
you’ll never take it from me i’ll hold on til my deathbed
i’ll never give up
cause i stand for something you can never prove wrong
stuck on that question? You’d better move on
i’ve found the love of my life and i’m gonna hold on
gonna hold on
i know disbelief i've heard it in surround sound
I'm a loud mouth can’t be drowned out now
i've worn the dunce cap, been there, done that
for all those disses i've finally got a comeback
fuck a rhinestone, nose to the grindstone
when i’m through with the speakers, i’ll have your mind blown
far as I’m concerned I’ve made it a reality
i don't need my fortune told by a salary
i’m not really sure how it'll make me a living
but the money ain't for me thats a given
i’m hell bent, maybe gonna burn like Harvey Dent
people saying keep it down--i’ve hardly leapt
fuck em, only takes a small noise to cause an avalanche
and even if i die alone i’ll be glad i had a chance
freedom is misunderstood, now I better understand it
defeat is an orphan and i’ve been abandoned
i’ve been fighting six years, still standing
nobody freer than me across this whole planet
biblical flow, God damn it
and He’s the one who can do so;
stranded, like Robinson Crusoe,
just a speck in the sea, i suspect no one’s reckless as me
what i do know: young pro will have you gung ho on this new flow
world hatin' on me like Pluto
i wont be stopped cause i can't,
the world made this monster i’m just a witness
you'll try to prevent it but you cant
invented a new plan? forget it i’m too damn ambitious

and do i bring it life
this passion i spoke of
failed more than you can imagine--so what?
history flows in my veins
i would know it even if i were going insane
ambitious in all aspects
i wanna be a king, emperor of the Aztecs
centuries-old classics, forget em
and i’m my father’s son
but if Mary was a virgin, i’m a bastard
and see how this lonely toiling
makes a slow drone out the phone boiling
makes the vines creep
i don't care who’s ahead or behind me by the time i sleep
i will have done, and will have made
more than the Romans with the roads that they paved
and when in Rome, so they say
fuck it you know the rest
and i'm not going that way
Track Name: The Plates Do It
mass plates rollin through cali
mass plates rollin through tornado ally
mr. cartographer, better take a tally
domination in the lower 48 established
self made cant even afford to pay a caddy
sleep in the car, cant help looking shabby
but that dont stop them proper folk looking at me
hair nappy, dressed badly, hating me for looking happy

if my ride dont get it done, the plates do it
and if my rims dont get it done, the plates do it
if my swag dont get it done, the plates do it
now what'd you say stupid? now what'd you say stupid?

old beat up sedan in the backcountry
got my clothes packed in a sack gunny
just driving, not trying to stack money
but i hope i might impress you with the plates, honey
though uh, i’ll be gone at the crack of dawn
i wont be hurt if you choose not to tag along
racing the sun like a true vagabond
i might be catching a few winks on ur back lawn
and i dont know what got you thinkin' i might stay
i’m always onto the next one like Jay, ay
it's freelance policy
whatchu know about that? ah shit they're onto me

CHORUS

out in the cold
but your heart takes you some places you’ve never been
push ya to the edge, and go everywhere in between
prom’s done, wheres the fun in a limousine
grab a backpack, hop a train, and make history
yo, i’m a man with a plan--that is,
i’ll consider the plan if one hatches
in the mean time i’ll practice crash landings
bushwhack through the wilderness like hatchet

and nothing compares
to standing on the stage feeling the stares
got your eyes on me would ya please keep watching
bet i even got my haters evesdropping
and you’ll see so many MCs stopping
me i’m not i’m just stop and go
jump like geronimo, flippin like dominos, go
wherever i please i just let the wind blow
Track Name: Mad Scientist
cauldron bubble
im causing trouble

i caution ya ill get you nauseous

a caustic substance

a nameless ooze

possibly i came from Oz

a monster rising out of a toxic bog
noxious fumes a raucous drummin

and i’m just exhausted, applause i love it
so pause i'm stumbling, wait for my trumpet
to come in i cause a bumpin inside ya, it's risin



its clear i control this beat,
i’m steering so hold your seat

got a full boat, i go slow cause i’m rolling deep

i’m kidding, just a bunch of ghosts with me

i’m chilling with your soul
and you don't even know its me

put your head down and go to sleep

i got some business with the moon cause she cold as me

i got a problem with the world and so does she

your night, my day, so goes the dream



mood swing, switch skins like a basilisk

order of things don't matter like The Court of King Caractacus 

Frankenstein rhymes take on lives of their own

put my head in a basket and get my mind in the zone

i slit my cornea, no sicker way to envision things

stick a blade in, get seven stitches,
i look like mad eye moody

curious cat, like the Curies in the lab when i rap

and it tastes like radioactive ratatouille

more absurd than Terry with the tattoo all i gotta do
is
speak plainly cause my thoughts are so weird

method to my madness, Zach Galifianakis

except i’m clean shaven cause i cant grow a beard



exposed to my brain like a gory car crash

close to insane probably am, but i’m on trak

weird shit don't follow rules or conventions

unspool my thoughts, light a fuse tied to your conscious
shit where did the rhyme go, better look in the lost and
found but you wont find it cause i lose my mind often

and i’m the kind of guy who will say “no problem”
pull out a pair of pliers, yank a tooth out your noggin

I’ll hit you with a bold proposition you old politician
Because these bolts in my brain are all outta position


Words are my blood and I’m totally typo
crisp like an apple you are soft like micro
I fuck up on the daily, no wonder they don’t pay me
Its fun to be so crazy, you like it? o- oh baby
you thought the ipod was neat? I’m the tree
the apple dropped from onto Isaac newton’s head
no snake attack, I gave Eve a snack
you’re lucky cause it could’ve been you instead


I’ll hit you with a bold proposition you old politician
Because these bolts in my brain are all outta position


Words are my blood and I’m totally typo
crisp like an apple you are soft like micro
I fuck up on the daily, no wonder they don’t pay me
Its fun to be so crazy, you like it? o- oh baby
you thought the ipod was neat? I’m the tree
the apple dropped from onto Isaac newton’s head
no snake attack, I gave Eve a snack
you’re lucky cause it could’ve been you instead

I’ll hit you with a bold proposition you old politician
Because these bolts in my brain are all outta position


Words are my blood and I’m totally typo
crisp like an apple you are soft like micro
I fuck up on the daily, no wonder they don’t pay me
Its fun to be so crazy, you like it? o- oh baby
you thought the ipod was neat? I’m the tree
the apple dropped from onto Isaac newton’s head
no snake attack, I gave Eve a snack
you’re lucky cause it could’ve been you instead
Track Name: Ready for a Renaissance
stripped of your fodder gotta say something quick
thats not just that predictable shit i can mop up with a paper towel
so get lit on some ganja and take a visit to God
cause no nun and no motherfucking pun can save you now

turn your counterfeit rhymes down a bit for a second
im about to spit some sick shit the sound of it is infectious
new sonic wave, modern day bubonic plague
clean slate, makin a real ugly mess along the way
i caught a virus and it spread to my sinus
spewing snot, sneezing out my brains
with a coup d'état mindset
topple the throne, sorry your highness
old stoner, those joints probably got arthritis

no hit that's wondrous
just a few singles in the midst of hundreds
just a few strings, drum kits, and trumpets
radical new things, is the subject

rappers with no heart, bout as hard as Mike's Lemonade
teenage  Disney shit cause that whiskey dick can’t penetrate
and what happened to that classic renegade?
puffing grass and passing out on your ass like you just can’t defecate
you're playing Candyland, go ahead and change the game
i fuck with history i doubt that you could say the same
i'd call you a cheater, and i'd pick a fight but
all you got is catchy beats to get drunk chicks excited

hail to the kings, no respect to the followers
seein’ the same things just with new monikers
honor the dead, but get on with the livin
if you ain’t changing minds you ain’t changing a bit

and we're ready for a renaissance…

i’ll lampoon your dance tune, stoner verbiage
cutting edge since an early age 
thats why my hands got so many scars on em
they've been burnt and singed
i play with chemicals i make a lot of mistakes but i learn from it
lyrical potency, acidic and i'm a cynic i admit it
mad scientist in the lab and i'm never finished
and my results bear the toll of the labor
enables me to be a whole ‘nother flavor
i come equipped with a toolbox, don't give a shit about the moolah
came to make fixes and Changes but i’ll always listen to Tupac
and i'm no badass but what i'm sayin ain't no zip a dee do dah
its got a kick to it, i’ll get cocky and get in a shutoff, verbally

Chorus

you can row, row, row, on that silly little flow
i’m flying above like a UFO
i zap words to smithereens, you best know
presto: i’m sticking these imageries 
in between odd and even pages and i don't even skip a scene 
words tremble like my uvula when i’m spitting em
you best remember, the future don’t exist till i’ve written it
haters whats up, haters whats up, i’m not waiting for love
ya’ll about to see what i’m capable of
and there will be
antidisestablishmentarianism, uh
like cant i diss a rapper with scary precision?
Sagittarius hand me your bow and i’m scaring em shitless
and by this i mean i’ll blot out the sun and bury ambitions

hail to the kings, no respect to the followers
seein’ the same things just with new monikers
honor the dead, but get on with the livin
if you ain’t changing minds you ain’t changing a bit

and we're ready for a renaissance...
Track Name: Vice
typical dude got them rude shoes and the blues
money on my mind sickly green maybe i got the flu
i speak my thoughts in twos and when i walk i brood
trying to find a rhyme
out of these words in my head that’re all confused
to all my dudes, from way back when they was in the news
they’d see me sitting in the rain with a soaking wet fuse--
i'm chilling in the booth and im feeling like Zeus
i could throw a few bolts now, but what would be the use

sun rise, galactic rays are splashing
irrational style you cant have it
yes, i gained another addict
sick like tobacco, too asthmatic
crazy vertigo, yea im really dropping it
and im better than Weezy im a motherfucking coughing fit
and i could get it bumpin, fuck talking shit
my words are pointless like nails in your coffin lid
forget that old buzz
i’m moving at the speed of light now because...

parents walk in the house hear the floor bumpin
know that the kids are probably up to something
come to the top of the stairs and peek in
but you'll never understand these riddles i speak in
and where did they go wrong?
i burnt the house down cause i left the stove on
i took a trip cause they wanted me to stay home
now i'm wandering, looking for a pay phone

lost my train of thought, mistaken, forsaken by God
forgotten conversation with my Momma when i was a little baby
i’m so wise now, but maybe i’m not
life gave me a shot
heart aching and shaking my fist at the air til they're breaking the ground with a spade
place me with care
have i begun? hardly. please tell the Marley’s save me spot
Track Name: Music Man
do you see the way the wheels on the bus go
around and around if you must know, like the count of monte cristo
on his grind, on his hustle
better count your money quick, though,
cause in the mind i'm Russel
and time goes, flying by like Crows
cant spare a second for fine wine and nice clothes
and as i rhyme these ice floes
you might catch a glimpse of many maestros
young simple country boy except the mind
see the school bus goes unnoticed almost every time
but every now and then you see powdered rims
rollin on the freeway teachin mr DJ how to spin

you see me, you see calloused hands, thinking green grass
then i speak a word, alakazam you see palace chandeliers
what have i done damn it here, he goes again
shit aint black and white like a panda bear, these soles are thin
even though my talk rich, see i'm not stitched, i dont hold it in
you dont wanna see an ink blot bitch, on your white oxford shirt
but i got dirt on my chin, and im vomitting
mr doctor, i'm sick, check me in
hand-me-downs got me cold in the wind
even if i had prada, it’d do nada
cant be inside a facade id tear it apart like a piranha

my thoughts are the sparks
my life is the potion
my mind is a chemistry lab full of emotion
mind you, whenever he raps you will be coasting
behind you, 76 trombones in motion