1. |
Diagnosis
02:38
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Mr. Sweet
leave the nazrene in a nalgene
im out the water how
bad dreams nicotine like tangerine
little bit stronger now
shed the pain monger ay momma
no sacred cow
aim farther hate drama
name karma take a bow
he gones like candlestick
n niners
child labor camps
canaries n miners
I feel some way..
Jay-Z
no bullshit or whiners
(all rhymers.....)
no needs no wheeze I cant forget
hate this disease its creed so fuck cigarettes
been a drunk a stoner
not done livin yet
not done swimmin yet
ima son of a gun
n im not gettin wet
im out for vengence
end this like fall climbers
then shelf it like small binders
Jay-Z
no bullshit or whiners
(all rhymers.....)
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2. |
C.L.I.F.F.
03:44
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INTRO
one time for west palm
jupiter north flow
birth of a nation
let the west know
two times for n y
flushin to bedstuy
let the fam see my dead eye
HOOK
cant live if father fails
pain
my plot derail
disease
beyond the pale
walk
im on the trail
grief
life on the run
death
duty of a son
two
now weve become
(i need someone)
VERSE 1
im a lonely boy takin care my moms
n mons cant walk so its fuckin with my job
n my job is teachin littles not to rob
n im robbin these rappers
who cant write songs
when life get critical
i focused on material
6 mill 6 months
in n out my vehicle!
go ahead
yall can wait for a miracle
ima drink to get drunk
black out
get satirical
sober like a slug to my leg
six calls in a hour
same shit again
trickster
why you playin with my head?
im filled with dread given something that he said
pops missed the plan in ohare
dont know what youre doing
but hit me when youre there
just put mom to bed
no need to scare
im at the door tho
call from the air
HOOK
VERSE 2
dont sell my properties
thats my oath
dont fight with brother
thats my hope
learn to smile
thats my vote
get your mba
dats my quote
any structure will buckle
when i start to touch em
cuz my mental is metal
n ive become disruption
the kings destruction
my fathers instructions
my third eye buzzin placin the puzzle
some times when i rap
i ask if im the problem
but if i tell you bout my dad
im hopin you can solve em
the glory of god the pain of evolvin
my gift n my guilt ive found my callin
these songs is a love letter
the storm is weathered
writing wit adrenaline
fitted a cliff sweater
took a lot of punches
but we hit better
anderson silva
feel the gold n the leather
HOOK
VERSE 3
alzheimers stage two
thats what kaiser say
diagnosis n death
thats my birthday
i wrap my arms around you
i need my dad
this is worst pain
but work got me outta town
be back by thursday
my mind busts n folds
as i watch the black road
i know who the devil is
make the call to sell my soul
she said no deal kid
you need to let him go
thats when i called you Dad
so glad you answered the phone
HOOK
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3. |
Eye 2 Eye
01:50
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HOOK
the air is so hot
i can no longer breathe
the sun has risen
but i can no longer see
agony that comes thru my dreams
god why me
god why me
Verse
the blood on my cheeks
says this is real
pain in my eye
is all i can feel
i can barely scream
so i squeal
jim pulls my hand away
to reveal
the rock
roscoes slingshot
whistled like a 20 ought
burned like a crockpot
then my heart stopped
blind n abandoned
covered wit a bandage
cant afford a doctor
way too much damage
mom says im handsome
hands me some glasses
what were the chances
a life fulla asteriks
roscoe hates himself
but i dont blame em
when i have sons
ill never play favorites
kill giants like the great king of david
n accept love as my payment
HOOK
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4. |
Jupiter
03:53
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VERSE 1
We in the dirty dirty
south early
gun proof
sun roof
am four thirty
gettin ghetto n nerdy
ratchets play catch up
n ngas got thirsty
town to town
fitted crown
get down derby
my redbone swirly
my dental work pearly
my wet work get church
step the water worthy
chronic n sonics
milk shakes n curlies
im dominant on the road
tour game throwed
makes me miss koncepts n kirby
(do you remember)
how it all began
how can i begin
dirty raps funny caps
to my b town friends
back then
i had a real passion to serve
pops liked the music
but he hated the (words)
2live, geto boys, the bay was a sleeper
screw driver scooters
traffickin stolen beepers
southern drawls
yes yes yalls
game got deeper
ugk
sun rays
lost in the reefer
HOOK
Windows go down down
Seek with our sight
Not for suicide
Drama waits down town
Sneak and we hide
Its hot thru the night
Speakers go boun boun
Feed n we fly
Build and we sigh
Kids is like now now
Think as we ride
Can't keep it all inside
my pops from jupiter
west palm, flowda
gators n cobras
saints n soldiers
profiles n quotas
murders n sodas
maskin the madness
in mansions that motor
cliff had a dream
wester had a scheme
i came to the scene
to get my soul clean
look what happen
hear the blues in the rappin
payin dues while u trappin
9 ngas in a cabin
sweet as fuck
sweet is luck
he dont save these babies
sweet'll beat his butt
jones n the rental
foot to the pedal
books n mementos
teach in the ghetto
box like bento
shadows of raygun
patois pulleys when promptin
these paygons
silent respect quiet play dumb
808 slave drum
this is what i came from
HOOK
VERSE 3
i spit this fukishima
for clifford the dreamer
aint wit my hunger games
you can suck my peter
turn doubt to believers
turn a class to arenas
its nothin to me
over beats by fatima
powder to the people?
people to the pen?
born to destroy till this bullshit end
tour round the country
wit a few of my friends
call spaceship up
and we'll do it again
its like
HOOK
rest in peace trayvon martin
rest in peace jordan davis
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5. |
The 101
00:52
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LC Nunley
And Bret let me compliment you on bringing him back alive here
In this place today
Um…
Had it not been for Clifford
I don’t know whether I would have had a place to stay in San Francisco
I ran into some real interesting experiences trying to get a room in San Francisco
Clifford and I tried together
That’s why we stayed together even after he left Hastings and went to Lincoln
We remained room mates for the additional two years
But I would let him talk when we were trying to get a room
I guess we must have tried a hundred times in San Francisco to get a room
And we were probably denied a hundred times
And because he spoke we did get a room
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6. |
Day Nooning
03:34
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Basalonious Funk
Mr. Sweet. Belated happy birthday youngster
That’s about it
Bas wizzle
Man I feel you Bret
Should have been born in a chalk outline
I got so much trouble on my mind
A public enemy
The day my birth certificate was signed
Living life confined to a guide line of rules on scrupulous
School of hard knocks has never been pupilous
You wanna talk heart ache? Heart break?
Since we dealin with real talk, I’ll talk about the family I hate
And the mother I can’t wait
For an over due fate
And how I’m a 40 year old black man with all this shit on my plate
Suppose this song might scrape the surface
To elevate one’s mind state circumstances and purpose
But wait…..
Seems that I deviated from the topic at hand
I’m life everyday like Ponzi scheme
Fucked off from a 401K plan
Executive
I know the world is against me just never thought it fam
Damn
My uncle was a man who built his home literally and actually with his hands
He worked graveyard shift because he truly loved his fam
So all the kids at one point stayed with him and my aunt
But when it came to me I was the nga she never truly want
I was six years old in age
A youngster in rage
Expelled from the school district
Socked the teacher in her rib cage
Phone call was made
To have me removed from mom
I came home was given my belongings then told
Nga…..get the fuck on
Took in by this uncle
So began the kinship friendship for two and half years my aunt was where this would end with
Her and her daughter despised a nga a lot
I was scared
I’d go to sleep each night
I’d hear them bitches plot
Psychological warfare
I’m placed in place where every day these women were trying to literally erase
A nga of the face of this planet
I’m telling ya straight!
I was fucked from the gate!
The irony of this tale
Has a twist of fate
Sit back chill…….maybe you’d relate
I been gone for four years
Now this uncle lost weight
Due to his pancreatic cancer state
I accompanied to him when he received the official prognosis
Told about the seven months he had to live
Tear drops from eyes, I take notice
The disease did him in ferocious
I was his personal care giver when no one else was there to give the
The baths that he needed or clean his urine from him
He barely had strength to stand
He knew his end was coming
So these women were there to watch as I proceeded to put talk to action
With compassion
As each breath he breathed he was graspin
Gaspin
Tragic ain’t it
And these women couldn’t imagine that this would happen
After doing me so wrong
That now I’m the only one that it could truly be counted on
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7. |
Mexicali Rose
01:43
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VERSE
The slow death is kind to him
cruel to me
my father will never know he tried to murder his seed
i guess thats a plus of watching memory recede
im not losin him when hes lost in disease
i came in with a nurse
we supposed to mri
im fearin the worst
n cliff wants to hide
i hate this kinda work
but i aint want him to die
i see his arm jerk
it slices my breast like pie
chest cut open
shirt soakin
wrestlin gropin
hollerin n hopin
hard as a bokken
nothin spoken
wish he was jokin
no stoppin his vote
the man is potent
knee to his wrist
pissed he drops the blade
swipe he missed
i sweep his legs
fall on cliff
he cries out my name
help me bret
beggin for my aid
nurse breaks it up
cliff is looking stunned
a man broke in
n stabbed his baby son
my chest gettin warm
my pulse starts to run
i pass out
dialling 9 1
woke up
ambulance
gettin stitched
no health care
now im their bitch
hospital full
off to kaiser in the rich,
im told im lucky
off my heart by an inch
i was told hed get violent
but i never saw the switch
we sorry this happened
there wasnt a hint
when the needle goes in
i dont even flinch
if heart break is a market
then that is my niche
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8. |
Fog On The Bridge
03:13
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HOOK
Look for me
in the eye of the storm
Newly crowned king
but the brow is worn
Flag is torn, ego is gone
To the fool on my throne
You only keeping it warm
VERSE
My word play hurt, look Wikipedia
Too easy subvert, work in the media
Even psychics like fuck all the readin em
Cuz he reflect, first light, worlds first medium
Write with an eye patch
Bring nicks n dimes back
rhyme hat?
blue
de bono
brain stormer
Born in the summer,
humid like a hummer
oh eight former
Oh nine owner
GRAPESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Raisin in the sun, razor in the night
My a-alikes, be depth, weight and height
Like an open mind, like cake n white
Humpty hump shotgun, doowhutchulike
Shit
Its way too simple
Slow it down
keep it small and nimble
I cant really
my own favorite riddle
I think too much
You think too little
HOOK
Big Ka, draw lines from north star
To a boulevard of gross bars,
( I throw hard)
Till the pain bogart,
slaps open most hearts, prick I pick off nose guards
Froze
No flows no bart,
no ticket, no charge,
no kick it, no chart
(You are a vic-tim)
Of how Im rippin it apart
pimpin im the art
give me ya heart for i have ya livin outta cart
real like a movie
blend like a smoothie
rap on facts backed by new dreams
flow so soothingly
show n provin
stories so moving
now whole room grooving
bloom in the winter
enter as me
need room n a dinna
winna is sweet
fool ima printa mint this heat
hot n cold currents
breathe out wu wei
HOOK
Relax your mind,
let your conscience be free
get down to the sounds of Mistah Sweet
You should keep quiet while the MBA rap
but if you tired -- then go sell crack
Aint talking wreckless,
eat doubt for break fast
Lionhead next to Sekmet
Sexist, nada, get this
Globe trotta,
4 1 Feva top shotta
Holla at gebs daughter
Text, swerve
right turn, bridge traffic,
whippin it
Ya love how the flow so intimate
Value,
her spill, wet dick,
lickin it
Face down,
she came hard in a lil bit
we cook again
steadfast silently tai chi
mind be battery
invention engine
fundamental hyjinx
soarin to high peaks
beat?
now im synced
CHORUS
Look for me
in the eye of the storm
Newly crowned king
but the brow is worn
Flag is torn, ego is gone
To the fool on my throne
You only keeping it warm
VERSE
My word play hurt, look Wikipedia
Too easy subvert, work in the media
Even psychics like fuck all the readin em
Cuz he reflect, first light, worlds first medium
Write with an eye patch
Bring nicks n dimes back
rhyme hat?
blue
de bono
brain stormer
Born in the summer,
humid like a hummer
oh eight former
Oh nine owner
GRAPESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Raisin in the sun, razor in the night
My a-alikes, be depth, weight and height
Like an open mind, like cake n white
Humpty hump shotgun, doowhutchulike
Shit
Its way too simple
Slow it down
keep it small and nimble
I cant really
my own favorite riddle
I think too much
You think too little
CHORUS
Big Ka, draw lines from north star
To a boulevard of gross bars,
( I throw hard)
Till the pain bogart,
slaps open most hearts, prick I pick off nose guards
Froze
No flows no bart,
no ticket, no charge,
no kick it, no chart
(You are a vic-tim)
Of how Im rippin it apart
pimpin im the art
give me ya heart for i have ya livin outta cart
real like a movie
blend like a smoothie
rap on facts backed by new dreams
flow so soothingly
show n provin
stories so moving
now whole room grooving
bloom in the winter
enter as me
need room n a dinna
winna is sweet
fool ima printa mint this heat
hot n cold currents
breathe out wu wei
CHORUS
Relax your mind,
let your conscience be free
get down to the sounds of Mistah Sweet
You should keep quiet while the MBA rap
but if you tired -- then go sell crack
Aint talking wreckless,
eat doubt for break fast
Lionhead next to Sekmet
Sexist, nada, get this
Globe trotta,
4 1 Feva top shotta
Holla at gebs daughter
Text, swerve
right turn, bridge traffic,
whippin it
Ya love how the flow so intimate
Value,
her spill, wet dick,
lickin it
Face down,
she came hard in a lil bit
we cook again
steadfast silently tai chi
mind be battery
invention engine
fundamental hyjinx
soarin to high peaks
beat?
now im synced
CHORUS
Look for me
in the eye of the storm
Newly crowned king
but the brow is worn
Flag is torn, ego is gone
To the fool on my throne
You only keeping it warm
VERSE
My word play hurt, look Wikipedia
Too easy subvert, work in the media
Even psychics like fuck all the readin em
Cuz he reflect, first light, worlds first medium
Write with an eye patch
Bring nicks n dimes back
rhyme hat?
blue
de bono
brain stormer
Born in the summer,
humid like a hummer
oh eight former
Oh nine owner
GRAPESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Raisin in the sun, razor in the night
My a-alikes, be depth, weight and height
Like an open mind, like cake n white
Humpty hump shotgun, doowhutchulike
Shit
Its way too simple
Slow it down
keep it small and nimble
I cant really
my own favorite riddle
I think too much
You think too little
CHORUS
Big Ka, draw lines from north star
To a boulevard of gross bars,
( I throw hard)
Till the pain bogart,
slaps open most hearts, prick I pick off nose guards
Froze
No flows no bart,
no ticket, no charge,
no kick it, no chart
(You are a vic-tim)
Of how Im rippin it apart
pimpin im the art
give me ya heart for i have ya livin outta cart
real like a movie
blend like a smoothie
rap on facts backed by new dreams
flow so soothingly
show n provin
stories so moving
now whole room grooving
bloom in the winter
enter as me
need room n a dinna
winna is sweet
fool ima printa mint this heat
hot n cold currents
breathe out wu wei
CHORUS
Relax your mind,
let your conscience be free
get down to the sounds of Mistah Sweet
You should keep quiet while the MBA rap
but if you tired -- then go sell crack
Aint talking wreckless,
eat doubt for break fast
Lionhead next to Sekmet
Sexist, nada, get this
Globe trotta,
4 1 Feva top shotta
Holla at gebs daughter
Text, swerve
right turn, bridge traffic,
whippin it
Ya love how the flow so intimate
Value,
her spill, wet dick,
lickin it
Face down,
she came hard in a lil bit
we cook again
steadfast silently tai chi
mind be battery
invention engine
fundamental hyjinx
soarin to high peaks
beat?
now im synced
HOOK
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9. |
Mobbin On Crutches
03:32
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MR. SWEET
Im always wrong
theres never enough space
my brains or my race
im always outta place
calculate stakes
in an altered state
ignore the pain down in back
so my body wont ache
cuz im mobbin on crutches
steps like lunges
bag fulla books
and some tuna punch lunches
the sicker the winter
the bitter december
step pennies to glitter
walk shoes to slippers
guesses n gun claps
stresses n come backs
wheeze like 8 tracks
breathe im hvac
got contacts n networks
who bomb back when brets hurt
delegate n test perts
off grid in dress shirts
so its back to the road
back to the cold
braggin dont matter
when you haggard n old
so its time a job
duty to my parents
n if i die on this road
man im just not carin
HOOK
Coffee from philz
contracts n bills
got a heart fulla fire
but my veins fulla chills
Coughin and pills
Doctors and ills
Death all around me
Just collections and wills
JOSHUA CHAMBER
Coffee in the freezer, water in the kettle
Let the ground settle I’m breakin down the reefer
Numbers on my beeper
Stakes higher than Jesus, if you scared call the preacher….
I comb my beard up
Overhung like soldier numb, with a broken lung
Last night I was feeling it and I don’t sleep for shit
Look at these fools I put em on
Look at the thanks I get
Whatever I ever time I gave a shit man its anc-ient
I fantasize bout this back in the east bay
Minus all of the deep hate
All I want is to eat a plate some good rest
A cheap date and some good neck
I got a lot shit to keep straight
my seeds safe, tryin me
All I can do is kneel and pray
Ease back I been working through a lean day
Fuck outta way less you fuckers wanna meet fate
HOOK
BASALONIUS FUNK
You can’t bring me down, no more
We fight for our rights (X4)
We cannot be moved
We fight for our rights (X4)
HOOK
Coffee from philz
contracts n bills
got a heart fulla fire
but my veins fulla chills
Coughin and pills
Doctors and ills
Death all around me
Just collections and wills
OUTRO
we on
we on
the roooaaad
(x2)
u broke my heart tho
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10. |
The 280
01:27
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James Sweet
I was really happy to hear that aspect of Clifford come out because he loved me and loved him.
He would follow me anyplace. We used to go out on our Louis and Clark expeditions – going out in those swamps. Going through the little ravines and creeks. We got lost and got loud then.
That was the beautiful part about it. At that part I didn’t understand that Jupiter could be a paradise. I just thought “wow why not New York? Why not Chicago? Why not Los Angeles? Why we gotta be out here fightin these mosquitos, snakes and all other kinda things”.
Anyway….
I am very pleased to know or hear from other people on their perspective of who Clifford Sweet was because I see in all the things they’re saying….just….(sigh)….my father all over again. Only he was not….I don’t…..well I heard that too…..he put a few head locks on people. (wisftful chuckle)
But…but…but….he also had a beautiful side, my mother’s side, he could always bring you to his chest and love you after he already teared up your hide.
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11. |
Eight Count Rule
03:42
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VERSE
when i left you
i grew back my eyes
n so i send this note
i am.... no longer blind
this is a final thought
no second tries
you tried to kill my shine
now i kill your mind
you have no idea
where ive been
what i did
what it meant
you hid behind
police and internet
destroy it down
build it back
my invent
this is a movement
a righteous union
dont play with it dood
i am no longer human
let you think my whole life was ruined
instead ima tap ya
for attackin while i was wounded
i forgave
i aint forgot
i was behaved
you licked a shot
i engage
shut down ya spot
dont be enraged
nga i am the plot
ROCNESS MONSTAH
To every one of you who counted me out
Ya’ll laugh
Thought it was funny life was poundin me out
I’m back bitch
Who celebratin? Drinkin, rounds on the house?
While ya’ll suckas duckin round to ya house
Boom boom boom
VERSE
youre a good soldier
kept me distracted
promises of power
flaccid with inaction
i played stupid
studied your reaction
i was born again
free will murdered your entrapments
you got my back?
well i got my back too
plenty got my back
but they aint fuck me off like you
i learned the game
then i broke the rules
if i refuse to play
how can i lose?
i can change the frame
any time i choose
rough turbulance
or a breeze thats smooth
an interstella fella gettin back a groove
divine intelligence
u know my ngas moves
im invisible
unpredictable
out the game now
no longer visual
hate the symbol cues
n your rituals
hurt me you hurt you
god indivisible
ROCNESS MONSTAH
To every one of you who counted me out
Ya’ll laugh
Thought it was funny life was poundin me out
I’m back bitch
Who celebratin? Drinkin, rounds on the house?
While ya’ll suckas duckin round to ya house
Boom boom boom
VERSE
n im an asshole
put you on blast mode
witch wit a horse back
bitch fit your simple lasso
my wit whips your cash flow
til you broken
beggin by my castle
i froze ya enemies
you showed me how
gotta a leg up
then you sold me out
im ya head fool
you cant throw me out
n since im here
we'll use fear to show me round
this my victory
this my rally
ill step on ya neck
from florida to cali
so you look twice
down every dark alley
knowin my shadow
haunts on ya way thru the valley
i store up
tons of hard secrets
every half decade
shift back reveal it
made it hard for you
to steal or repeat it
partial ass ngas
i refuse to complete it
ROCNESS MONSTAH
To every one of you who counted me out
Ya’ll laugh
Thought it was funny life was poundin me out
I’m back bitch
Who celebratin? Drinkin, rounds on the house?
While ya’ll suckas duckin round to ya house
Boom boom boom
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12. |
So Hard (Now I Cee)
04:37
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VERSE 1
festuned wit goons in a guestroom n yes I caught a case
shame in a test tube swept by a deck broom beyond a slaughter face
my water weight
my honor state
exonerate
im on the 8
my god of hate
my goner state
do better
nu letter
I do relate
flippin shows slangin dem tapes
rippin flows tryin to make
teachin kids, own my biz
what it is
restore ya faith
my ideas have got me
I want badly to be your copy
but my intro was sloppy
n now I see
HOOK
Now I’m living life without you
And its so hard…
VERSE 2
Woolsey Benvenue
I been renewed
mlk
bend the rules
I been to school
degrees in twos
I smoke I float mend canoes
yes dudes get chest tubes
a mess lose my nest soon
got less room
for the cess pool
this music shit hell's restroom
switchin codes raisin babes
sippin cold love the fade
videos pretty hoes really tho?
really no
aint makin dad money
n its funny cuz I thought
when I was bummy n caught
that I was catchin up to his plot
n now I see
HOOK
VERSE 3
mainline
main time Addison Adeline
Madison and hang right
hanged by
ive changed my
lane and my aim high
flippin roles inking grades
hittin goals freeing slaves
Sweet is good but Dad is great
Bret is fucked Bret is late
what date I dip dementia
quick silver
erik lenshar
drinkin battles in a pincher
ima lecher who lectures
bout measurin treasures
your company played u
we get em together
the weather the fountain
together were clownin
n now I see
HOOK
VERSE 4
Telegraph Temescal tell me how
how u figure out it
im good for now
im good for crowds
u was hood without
im in denial
lemme bow your style advice'd
be nice
how I live life? tell wrong from right?
how I win this fight
givin this stride ribbons of strife
grippin close give n takes
switchin modes givin thanks
sorry son harm was done
I was wrong I own mistakes
but u own estates
n zone the place
u comb the rates n hone debates
please help me
n now I see
HOOK
VERSE 5
Alcatraz Ashby
grown man latchkey
alkaline acid
alcoholic raspy stacatto
gave up the bottle
put down the nozzle
got the call fuck it all
had the balls like the lotto
on auto wit bravo
like a con man in cabo
skippin tolls feel insane
credit loads mbas
hella days never wait
see ur face in every state
make it work
make it rain
on the road
in the pain
the shots the pills
n now I see
HOOK
VERSE 6
San Pablo diablo diagonals diaspora diagnosis diaster
ur a memory like Casper
real to the touch
feel is too much
thrill n rush
trill wit the mush
mention the man
enter the stuff
hit on the chin
its never enough
sittin thrones rulin lands
givin loans gettin grands
makin speeches
u in the stands
u take over
u in command
HOOK
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13. |
Fear Of Silence
06:07
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Bobby Grand
Check
I wanna be heard I wanna be different
I want you to listen so I can go missing
Just wanna go fishing
Not talkin about bass talkin bout jewels ass and cash to drool over
Type to turn fool over
I just want to win and win and win and win and win times infinity
Drop ten classics to make sure you mothafuckas remember me
I just want Grammys and Grammys a Tony an Oscar a BET award
YEP!
and another damn Grammy
I’m drop a movie where I just fall asleep and dream on that shit
Write an audio book called listen up and scream on that shit
Respect the art don’t judge me trust me
You won’t like me when angry
Make me write a verse to fuck up your day like that can of beans in ya pantry
I need an audience to prove I ain’t fraudulent
The last of mohicans with this lyrical shit
I’m a guardian
Second born still at attention
Been this way since birth
Green light my project Mr. Exec
Let’s plague the earth
KB
It’s too many choices
Yep Nope
For an MC it’s tough to cope
Could be a ray of hope but you spray is dope
But you staying broke cuz your sales is a joke
Steadily peddle kids mental sedatives
Body’s ornery mind’s celibate
Even better yet parents let em get hooked when they young and mind’s delicate
Up in the spot popping bottles
Do a few lines when I need the hit
Lay wit models grab the throttle
They all gonna love me when they hear me spit
Its diabolical every follicle of every hair in ya head
And every molecule of blood in ya veils that courses through
Tryin to get away
but its courses you
Now they yellin it now they feelin it now they fiendin it
Now they screamin it now Im selling it
I’m supplyin it no denyin it I love the high
But now I’m fiendin to hear them scream it
Puttin out shit to chase the feeling
Mass appealin labels creamin
What about the art?
You must be dreamin
The only reason to get out of bed
Can’t stand the silence in my head
Gotta keep it chill and keep it fed
Find new ways to say the same shit I said
See? I gotta an itch I need to scratch
See? I gotta beat I need to catch
See? I gotta trend that I need to match
I need to write write write write write
HOOK
my friend of violence
i fear the silence
the noise leaves me noid
but i still have to try it
hooked by denyin
addicted to lyin
cheatin two timin
im fake cuz im rhymin
Big Vic
Vic went in the lab with a pad and a beat
I been trying to find a way for silence to delete
I don’t want my name to play a game of hide and seek
When I’m dead and gone ya head and phones play minds that leak
My goal is to make the Ninos of the world obsolete
While this industry try to turn me into Pookie
Competition really cannot compete
Also while I get me some I feel like Mookie
Paraphrasing while I’m narrating all these accolades
I know it’s there waitin
I keep getting high on my own supply
It’s almost as if the silence was there to spook me
Trophies come in the form of walla oochie
I want more in some respect
I cannot afford Prada Gucci
I will not conform for a check
Still my fingers searchin for my neck a mirror round my steps
I’m walkin like a fiend
This industry predicted this correct but I will never let it intercept the dream
Sober thinking got me open thinking now I put my thoughts on a note sack
Used to wanna turn up for the weekend
Now I’m tweakin damn I wrote that?
Metaphors similies auditoriums fill up like assemblies
And my story ain’t even close to being Sweet
Fuck all that silence you seek
Now quote that
Walt Liquor
My ngas fraid of what they made up
Different cloth a whole different shade of
Fine fabric my mind defines magic
Odds have it times tragic
Blonde savages color blind can’t see us
But crawl all in ya body like trying to be us
Even in the news Facebook live still won’t believe us
Until the Lord opens up the heavens to receive us
Bare witness mo gift than gab mo riff than rab go Mr. Fab
Hot getting cold get hot living on the Mission Ave in a kitchen lab
Hook it up don’t know look it up told me don’t rock the boat so I shook it up
Won’t float so in boat show ere body broke tryin to hook it up
Since we the one’s we been waitin for
Might as well as give me that paper doe
427 yo favorite show captain of the team on save a hoe
Pass on the lean and blaze the dro
Fashion a meme that save the show
That basic flow we ain’t racin tho
I’m right here in yo face and you silent!
HOOK
Gutta
Couple tickets for the flight
No bags for the plane
Only bags and a jay
Ya’ll not in my lane
I’m politickin in the sky
Barack Ogutta still in office, my 16 Steve Austin
Got 16 in my pocket
I make the Jolly Rancher drown, ice cubes spin around
I keep the cup doubled down
I keep a pair of shades around
I wake up stretch crack and sell
I ain’t stretched bout the package deal
I ain’t stretched that you lying still
In another words I’m need a mill
In another words I push dafodills
In another words I can use my words
I body bag ya whole career
Get that other shit up outta here
I gas the thot
Bitch I’m outta here
A visit like from another light year
All that shit he got on all this slangin
It don’t come out for another year
I make a check make it disappear
Half a P make it disappear
Behind the bars like a prison year
I be wild like engineer
Look at this lil nga here
I just made it to the coast
F H be the boat
Guttaman he be the goat
Mr. Sweet
we dont hunt power
we bump powder
gel caps
gun claps
synthetic flowers
front for hours
counter contracts
consortin wit cowards
winkin whisperin weirdos sippin whisky sours
sufferin sucka tash
baby moms n broken glass
frontin like its fresh
stead it smell like open ass
taken to task like i took from the flask
the flare n the flash stare in ash
oh my god were we gassed
when we took off the mask
minions en masse
opinions that blast
i pity the past
that committee'd my caste
committed my caste but never my craft
no really its so shitty
this industry's crack
its equal opportunity
but its unusually bad for blacks
my community is fueling me
wit duties of the math
society
but its the addict who matters
to teach sobriety
HOOK
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14. |
The 880
01:18
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DJ: This your boy Paper Pig. Up her oinkin a lil coin. Your favorite DJ at K-W-A-K the peoples station
DJ: Its that time of year. Its getting hotter than a Jon Jones pee test. You know what that means player. I got those tickets. Call now so I can give them away to you and a lucky friend.
DJ: Caller one oh five
AFRICAN: I dont want tickets but i would love an internship. Im currently here on a visa and I can build satellites with my….
DJ: HAHA player. You sound like youre from the culture but I do this for the culture. You feel me?
DJ: We got Poppin Bottles off dat Squat N Gobble Volume 2. Go out and download that now.
<song>
DJ: Paper Pig on KWAK. You know what caller you are?
GIRL: oh ma gawd. Did I win?
DJ: thats right baby girl. You and a lucky friend are going to Summer Scam.
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15. |
Medicine Man
03:30
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HOOK
pulse leavin fam grievin
no time now
not believing dawn evenin
cant figure out
im the medicine man
im the medicine man
I got dead fam
I got sick friends
VERSE 1
when your mom scream for help
it pull apart your core
kidneys light up
cant taste no more
if dad go missing
feel time in your pores
sublime with remorse
you grind with a force
leapin up stairs
walkin through doors
slave to the love
dedicated not sure
talkin in fours
half asleep like dem tours
emblazin
amazin
gainin no rewards
car is a coffin
maybe a spaceship
leave the job wit out warnin
nobody say shit
trapped behind the wheel
heat and gridlock
too loyal transform
bumblebee grimlock
flippin over cars
rippin up tar
hate waitin
should leave 880 wit a scar
but we stuck where we are
like a bug in a jar
off bend at your end
when it starts
HOOK
VERSE 2
dad dad
mom mom
guilt got me uncalm
fumbled wit the ball
n it landed like a bomb
wait
how the fuck this happen
when I pay for your trackin
not sneakin n the snackin
nurses got me vapid
one in a million
medicare blue cross
fuck a kaiser building
dodgin death
gloves comin off
aint comin home
all that im fearin
dots in the ceiling
I been shot wit a feelin
now he wont swallow
body will follow
no tubes in the throat
we swore up in tahoe
into his eyes
givin me his life
with one final sigh
everything he tries
draw up truth
leave out lies
spirit is alive
science bill nye
cant die
cant cry
reject the end
best of friends
I accepted him
BRIDGE
appointments n promises
nurses and hospices
deep in regret
n gets no stoppages
blood clots and seizures
bed sores and leisons
she aint breathin
n he aint eatin
HOOK
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16. |
The Long Good Bye
03:18
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HOOK
so i say goodbye my highness
flee the world but leave your kindness
gave me sight thru your blindness
n ill finish all assignments
n we keep your oath inside us
one name not divided
no matter how they fight it
our future is what we writin
VERSE
but we got five
beat the odds for the cause
by the way that you died
so now that ive cried
i certainly apply
i see thru your eyes
now i master time
the youngest of nine
the runt of the litter
the sage half blind
the opposite of quitter
most quoted devoted
way before twitter
misbehaved from slaves
far from a nigger
you taught me reason n facts
a season for acts
even teasin
your schemin
got me on the map
our dreamin in pacts
freedom relaxed
now youre beamin
the meanin of contracts
i wanna thank you
rank you
picture n paint you
roll not fold
cock back spank fools
make moves
not blank clues
seek sustain rules
i love you dearly dad
ima stay cool
HOOK
VERSE
Respect my attitude
the1 jr cliff
beef with the bullies
bound to start shit
know the truth is the light
i aint caught in the myth
got weight on my shoulders
but my mind bust chip
when i spit
i bind scores
climb chords
tugged by blind morse
huggin mines corpse
knocked from a high horse
i apply force
travellin my course
askin what was time for
(nah what the fuck im cryin for)
ere speed i need to feed to the poor
my dad is my flag
im like a mag to a door
i open up locks set up shop
with plots fulla lore
our thots like oo-ops we spray when we bored
dad writes raps i adapt n record
clifford sweet so street
master of noise
his seed my deeds
your action voice
beat disease
this ya actual choice
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17. |
Quality Of Life
03:21
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HOOK
The things that I dream will always remind me
Of times when your life was glowing and shining
The jewels that you left still sparkles so brightly
The wounds go away
The new day defines me
Critical Akklaym
Who’s to blame for names fallen
Pain’s calling flooded like the rains in Nawlins
Hurricanes and mornings
Tidal waves enormous
Brighter days are dormant
Silent planes we torment
Final phase death don’t exist
Like prayers for a wish I declare I insist
That my parents make appearances
When I call my inner lyricist
The spirit just…
Carries through my areas
Interior
Exteriors
Notty present never scary I-
Am what I am that I am
That I decree
Master degree with a seed from a sacred tree
I found the truth between love and peace
But be sure that that you return what take from me
Or my culture or my ancestry
So let us hug my future children
Blessed it be
HOOK
Mr. Dominant
There’s a new saint in heaven sprinkling cinnamon on my pain
I remember the thangs I gained
From the way you raised me up
With the unconditional love
Thinking bout the stuff we used to do before your brain was abused
But your heart never refused the energy
Regardless of the brain chemistry
Your remained a gift to me a monumental entity’
Some days you would forget
But most days you would remember me
And what a thrill it would be
To talk to my Grandma
Help you with your bathrobe and put on your sandals
Set you in your chair
You would stare out the window
Tell anecdote that show you would remembered
And though I’m on my grind
Gone till November
The sixteen of August
You glow like an ember
The day you were born
I take solace forever
Think of you and cry
Your life was a treasure
HOOK
Mr. Sweet
neurotic gecko mental couldnt let go
justified insecurities within
its sinful
repent tho set goals eventful
pavillion building under fathers tent pole
a farm at twilight
trees n skylights
degrees n eye sight
we laughed the whole night
your clasp was so tight
a dance n no fights
your chance to go right
I advance n hold hype
my selfish thoughts
wants to keep ya longer
my hope helps me cope even stronger
mind to mind
my soul starts to wander
life n death
my heart starts to ponder
your body cant punish you
i smile
this song is my love for you
i style
this album is your legacy
our trial
thank you for walking it
our mile
HOOK
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18. |
The Eulogy
06:18
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Mr. Sweet
Today, I intend to talk to you about the spiritual values of the Westers and the Sweets. When I speak, I speak for the Westers. When I speak, I speak for Sweets.
As I considered this moment, I've come to realize that this is probably the letter, which you'd ask for instead of a eulogy. And I'd find myself left with a huge list of bullet points, and other than some bullet points I can't really articulate, what I just went through for thirty-three years. Other than to tell you that Clifford Sweet you are an experience. So, I am going to add some more bullet points to our list and they're just going to be about Clifford.
If nothing else you are a talent magnet. You not only knew how to harness your own potential that you saw in people around you whether using accurate drives that white car or sitting on your own front porch reading the newspaper people knew where to find you right when it counted. You brought greatness, masters of their craft, you trusted them enough to help raise and benefactor your children. Now these same candidates you saw potential in, seek out talent of their own to develop.
Every time you would do that, we find ourselves that much closer. When I think of you, I think of the word father who raised your own children, which you enjoy doing to. I’m told over and over again; take a pause before you say your words choose them correctly. As if you couldn’t believe you got so lucky. Well I have to tell you, Julian and Bret feel very much the same way about you don't mind this addition, as I look around, feeling very stunned how many men and women called you dad. I love Clifford Sweet far more than I love my own grief. To articulate what I love about you is to identify the energy, a principle, an aspect of humanity that we all know as Clifford Sweet. Between myself and this room assembled to honor you, how can I really say you're gone? Tomorrow is a new day and what will not be new is the aspects of all of us that look to find a winning combination of collaboration, and leadership and tactical thinking that are all towards one common good.
What will remain is a host of three generations that realizes to practically take care of myself; we have to take care of our neighbors. Money in of itself cannot create the neighborhoods nor for our children.
What will remain is a belief that we have time to be selflessly and ask ourselves when is my time to be that grown figure that shows up even when no one else will? The attendance and assistance at this event are a fit example of that.
What will remain is a collection of one who is hilarious and taught stories about the man we all adore. I refuse to say goodbye not when I know you helped so many of us emulating these aspects that we love about you so dearly. There's no way I can stand here and consider you gone when your best work still lives in all of us. My passion draws up all your wisdom and understands that collectively, we are Clifford. Forever Clifford. You are the best I could expect to hope for in mankind. A potent, ethical man, who is the foundation of everything I am. The greatest teacher mentor and best friend I could ever asked for.
I want to honor you for this gift you bestowed on me this last six years and I look forward to seeing you again because this is certainly not going to be the last time. Thank you very much to everyone for coming here today. My name is Bret Alexander Sweet and Clifford Charles Sweet is my father.
Corwin: I may never know but I’d like to think that I finally saw what you are and I met someone that I like, someone I could trust and that was with you. I wish that I might have known you even better but I thank you for this much.
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Mr. Sweet Berkeley, California
A debut for Mr. Sweet but the return of Karma Chi, founder of the Kemetic Suns. KarmaChi was introduced through 30 Daze and A Plane Ticket. From there, he had appearances on Patternfall Wars, Project Ambershine, Stop The World, Rapitalism, Prayze The Sun and Savage ... more
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