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Passalacqua

by Passalacqua

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1.
I don't sound like Bon Iver, Sam Beam or Dallas Green No, that is not me, see, I ain't got the pipes to entice come nighttime My voice isn't soft-light outlining your thoughts despite signs That I am passionate...all the while called a "fag" 'Cause I don't feel the need to go and brag about the ass I get I care about you too much And I know that I cannot complete with those whimsical fucks So I sound the way I do, the way I do right here Here's hoping that my cd ain't under your root beer Here's hoping that my cd invaded your two ears 'Cause, uh, that's all I can expect With my genuine sentiment set to a tune that is relevant to me However, evidence would lead to elements of those three in certain scribblin's It's not necessarily fibbin' But listen lady, I don't see myself working on my whisperin'... What you lookin' for? Sniffin' me out like a German Shepard Diggin' in my yard, now who the dog? Who the lesser? You so pressed for, that upper echelon Magna cum laude from Pepperdine Decathlon for your love to be successful XOXO, I won't text you every hour on the hour That's way too stressful, I don't have time I'll put my feelings into escrow I'd rather spend my time giving you the death stroke If you don't like it fine You still bite it, why? Just throw it away like egg roll Too much pride, you lust I You full of yourself you Prego I'm feeling myself, I'm Pharaoh while I'm sippin' on my Faygo Ey girl gon, like goo gong Look I don't mean no harm But I am my father's son and my pimp game is too strong I'm two-toned, divided Near-sided so come here closer I'm a different kinda cat - I use the ashtray as a coaster Poster child of the wild, smitten with mental stress Take a sip, take a hit and I flick it on your dress I'm a mess. . . I just wanna get high And drink my Pineapple Faygo...
2.
Bad Grammar 02:37
Can you believe in what you can't see at a long distance? Something's wrong, different, like early stages of autism Small children with birth defects The earth's rejects Sporting the dunce but we artistic The narcissists, the architects and tall christians All dissin cause I ain't have no Bar Mitzvah (I'm still the man) And what you lack is what I call wisdom (I'm feeling it) To get it back that's when I call Mister Cause a lot of y'all I can't fuck with Can't be trusted dumb shit Motives suspect And who would think that your best friend Would be your worse enemy and your enemy your best friend? Stare into the air - inspiration from the weed They laugh as my thumbs bleed But I pay em' no mind, though I pay em' no mind I gotta keep moving, nah, I ain't got the time... When I jump in, in a place that feels appropriate Time slows down, like I'm up to my ears in opiates I'm an intergalactic hobo searching for a soundscape to call my own little utopia, and I weave 'em together as one Though never will I claim to be a laureate Barely literate in my DeLorean Casually gliding in some sort of cosmic haze after losing all coordinates Stressing these whiskers grey Would be a waste of time and energy that I cannot replace, so The glide be taken in stride With the green-label Visine sitting by my side Watchin' for deer in high beams, y'always catch a few But they don't dip - it's all beef, no au jus I pay 'em no mind though, I pay 'em no mind I gotta keep movin', nah, I ain't got the time...
3.
Tom & Bootsy 02:54
Fallin' down to cold, cold ground on foggy nights In towns with no cheer beside my broken bike Anywhere I lay my head, go an' call my home But please wake me if that girl from Istanbul's on the phone Lonesome towns need a new coat of paint Call me small change, waiting for the one that got away Down there by the train, might face a little rain That's the way the gravy stains, no complaints Signed, ice cream man under a grapefruit moon Diamonds on my windshield, saving all my love for you Unfortunately, you're my invitation to the blues At the corner of Heartattack + Vine with old shoes Or possibly Kentucky Avenue, I don't remember Jitterbug boy, succumbing to strange weather, Warm beer and cold women, home, home I'll never be Wishing I could believe that the world was green... *scratch scratch* Stretching out it a rubberband If 6 was 9, I'd be a stubborn man Pinocchio Theory I get vocal so hear me, watch me body slam Those talking loud But ain't saying nothing on Kevin Nottingham Yabba Dabba rappers I'm on another frequency Naughty and nasty with audio classics I'm a, star in these glasses Haughty but passive Wind me up PARTY ON PLASTIC! Roof peeler, suit feeler Back in the day, The Best Of Bootzilla I'm standing in the shadows of Motown P Funk the beat I'd rather be with you in a showdown Shino-Myte rag-poppin Take a lickin, keep on kickin Bootsy get it live like ham hockin Man stop it I'm jam fan Hands down I'm catfish, I'm Clinton Listen, I'm James Brown
4.
Footprints 04:00
She never gets to rest a wink It's like she's always on the go And sometimes, she doesn't even know If she can hold off the landlord just a few more days Before he gives her the ol' heave-ho This is no way to live, but There ain't much in the way of options She keeps a, steady stream of boxes Wherever she's at, reminding her: no relaxing Never settles in or finishes unpacking Most of her belongings remain in storage And the storage space, she can barely afford it See, the paychecks dwindle every single week, and After bills are paid, she's broke the same weekend No family to lean on, or lover to believe in, Gas in the tank or food to be eaten Parting ways with, anything worth redeeming To keep her afloat, before the freezing.. I sold all my memories Everything I've ever seen Does that count for anything? His life is under construction He try to purge out the bad, Like a city under corruption To the repugnant republic - subject... A saint that ain't remembered for nothing Take his world and measure the circumfrence More than anything he earns when he punches Barely functions off two parts grind Two pots black and two parts luncheon Now and then he likes to sit up in the break room out of it Lord of his land want them dollars in Kicks his feet up on the table like an ottoman Smokes a hundred, while he crack open that bottled gin He lift it to his face - His face lifts like it's collagen Following the road of a common man Finding meaning in his lifetime Lost in the world, but found in his right mind Where do I go when I am all alone?
5.
Passalacqua 04:37
Never been the one to talk Always been the one to walk by myself As I talk to myself Like a bump in a log keep my thoughts to myself Let me off right here where it's dark but it helps To relieve any thoughts of me offing myself Dissention, closing dimensions Did I mention my visions pint it But the tensions clipping I keep it all to myself Thrown in water, thrown in fire My desires journey to a level higher Hear the voices, hear the choir Fear the gospels, fear the sirens I am passed my threshold in the den of the lion Silent, try not to trip the wire Go crazy If these angels lift my grandmamma up from Gaia So I march to Zion with my blinders on Please turn it up it's my kinda song Hard at hearing, not at home I ride alone Gone where sane and the insane meet Gone where the dreams are for real, can't sleep Gone where the paranoia's grown And the serotonin's strong in my body And the pain is deep Ain't it sweet So it seems (Exhale) Check my pulse, breathe Moving at my own speed Part of me is of that cold breed Pardon me and all my nose bleeds My soul needs peace in the holding tank How much shit am I suppose to take? When I go in my mind It's an easy way to get away When I go in my mind I don't want to turn off the lights See, it's often troublesome to start Pen drags, but direction, it lacks And direction is needed for me to be at least Remotely pleased with the track So back I go, Peddling through the scribbled-up papers Lookin' for a line to save me and Be my hero It used to happen all the time, but it really hasn't done so lately I gotta keep movin' I can't keep my demons at bay or appease anyone that I love For it's never enough, anything that I do So the writing distracts and remains the essential tool of my arsenal I can't believe I ever let a single motherfucker render me inaudible And maybe that's why I'm speaking at a pace That I won't slow down, no matter what you say I shouldn't be pointing fingers I should be pointing the ink To the blank of the bone-white pages 'til they're all stained Goddammit it, it feels like I ain't rhyme for ages 'Cause I'm always thinking a bunch But a lot of the times, I tend to hate it "It" meaning the rhyme, if the rhyme in question Is egregiously articulated Yeah, it's a domino effect from there The pen will stop moving and I just won't care If I finish a verse that is halfway done Or put a hurt on my lungs beyond repair This ongoing battle of decision-making is an understated fact And just when I've all but lost every ounce of my hope Something clicks in my head and I roar on back
6.
It's been a minute, since we were menace Vintage imprinted in my mind free Running like Dennis Kucinich, going nowhere Peeking out the window to get in it Now we snappin' on the records like Guiness Brilliant Pull wisdom like oral hygenists Now you got your own practice and I got my own clinic Bidness Seeking prophets Like folks falling on hard times to find answers Stimulis Check my sentence, I be doing time But I be doing, I be doing, I be doing fine Cuz I be working out, while you sharpen your mind Behind these bars it's survival of the Fittest My shark tale's been growing enormous The buffet is open, I can eat all the fish Fillet To the top, till the gas pump stops Till I'm full, till I'm bout to pop Finish *scratch, scratch* It's like, hey dude, where do I start? I had to part with the North when my throat was parched Shit, all that I did was meander in the dark Look, lookin' for a light, search, searchin' for a spark Found it Then I saw the full scope, and it was at that point that I was utterly astounded Sought refuge in the ink As I was introduced to the vixens, to the smoke, to the drink And admittedly - not much of a surprise - At one time or another, all three done crippled me Retreated to the Mitten when my vision was blurred Thankfully I never stopped referring to written word For advice and, you know as well as I, Some of the stuff that comes out of your pen is hard to describe It's got me out of binds that sideswiped my concentration Ten years condensed to an 8-bar summation? Hmm. Last time we saw one another, neither of us would have expected this Speaking our minds so readily whenever we please Sashimi raw, reaching almost unattainable bliss Every road has a bit of a wind Each one with a specific design Many a difference between yours and mine And yet, we ended up following the same signs Now whenever times get tough, we bust out with the rhymes like UH!

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Mister x Blaksmith x Dr. B

HEYITSMISTER.COM
COLDMENYOUNG.COM

Additonal vocals from Alicia Martin and James Linck (House Phone)

Scratches supplied by DJ PrimeMinister

Recorded by Matt Jones @ The House of Wax - Southfield, MI

Produced by Dr. B


Artwork by Jerome @ hellofreaks.com

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released January 11, 2011

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