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THE BORNLESS ONE
00:42
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DAMIEN
03:07
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Look at how I get painted
Talking down on my name 'til I took it out and then banged it
Shook the town when I came and I put a frown on their faces
I'm Damien
About to put them down in their places
For all the misconceptions. You're wrong with them perceptions
We are not the same, I'm at the top of my profession
Something in my brain said I should follow its direction
And raise hell for the problems they have left in
My path again, I was always so adamant
About getting the bag from a classic record and cashing in
20 years later, I'm steady imagining
This could be my Illmatic. Watch it spread like a pathogen
I hit the scene and they had a fit. Envious of the wrath of it
This is me when my back's against the wall
And they'd rather see me fall before getting cream for my raps and shit
Try to kill me but I rise up like I'm Lazarus
They say, boy, you out your damn mind
Because I'm in the deep-end with my hands tied
Niggas is mad because I can't die
Lot of people got murdered for being Anti
Y'all left me no option
Now they all flee when I pop up
Yeah, boy, I'm out my damn mind
Jesus Christ, I'm Anti
They say, boy, you out your damn mind
Damn right, yeah. Damn right
They say, boy, you out your damn mind
Damn right, yeah. Damn right
Y'all left me no option
Now they all flee when I pop up
Yeah, boy, I'm out my damn mind
Jesus Christ, I'm Anti
Swallowed my pride
Sat with myself, prayed to God for my time
Been elite, at my peak, since I got in my prime
But I might be too Real / Reel when I drop a highlight
I'm tryna' rise 'til I glide like I'm Clyde
In the air just like Mike or LeBron from the dotted line
Why do they treat me like I don't belong
Egregious, but I'm dope as all them weak MCs that keep on being promoted all week
It seems like the culture's gone. Either that or I'm really a demon
Yeah, I read the tweets you be posting, dawg
That's why I'm going off. Limits, I don't know it all
Blow your brains out for pretending that you're a know-it-all
Because I got the juice, I'm B.I.G with a Pac influence
With a little Nas & Wu. Won't miss with an opportunity
The devil must be living through my raps and shit
Out your fucking mind tryna' bury Lazarus
They say, boy, you out your damn mind
Because I'm in the deep-end with my hands tied
Niggas is mad because I can't die
Lot of people got murdered for being Anti
Y'all left me no option
Now they all flee when I pop up
Yeah, boy, I'm out my damn mind
Jesus Christ, I'm Anti
They say, boy, you out your damn mind
Damn right, yeah. Damn right
They say, boy, you out your damn mind
Damn right, yeah. Damn right
Y'all left me no option
Now they all flee when I pop up
Yeah, boy, I'm out my damn mind
Jesus Christ, I'm Anti
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SNUFF FILM
02:49
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I'm for the nonsense. I've got no conscience
John Wick with a silencer, poppin
No sound; now the room's quiet. All crickets
Better not get me hype, bitch. I'm off-kilter
When I'm lost in the moment,
targeting anything walking in motion
Ya'll wanted Batman, but I'm the Joker
Cutthroat – end up with your jugular opened
This is cinema
Stephen King, Stanley Kubrick with a gun
You gon' have to face the music. Once I aim & shoot it
Like we're making movies when I come
Defiant as ever. You woke up the giant
I'm down for the violence whenever
I checked out the scene and these guys ain't too clever
There's way too much garbage and I am just better
I promise you
This is cinema
Snuff Film that your kids ain't finna' love
Eenie, miney, moe
Line them up and give the people what they want
Killshot. It's an execution and you're witnessing the fun
This is cinema
This is cinema
This is cinema
This is cinema. Line them up and give the people what they want
This is cinema
I'm still insane; with wicked, sick behavior
Niggas trippin' when I'm in their area
Pull up to your city like the savior
Hometown heroes hit with bangers
YUH. YUH
I can't help being a villain, baby
You can end up meetin' with your maker
In the industry, I'm like a tape-worm
I crawl through cassettes,
creep through your CDs and claw through your headphones
start to infect you until you can't help but to bob
And then get way too lost and go deaf, yo
You are now in my chamber
My voice bouncing off of the walls as it echoes
It was bound to be danger
All you'll see is "Note" carved on their head-stones
This is cinema
Snuff Film that your kids ain't finna' love
Eenie, miney, moe
Line them up and give the people what they want
Killshot. It's an execution and you're witnessing the fun
This is cinema
This is cinema. Line them up and give the people what they want
This is cinema
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DAHMER
03:16
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I'm off to the races; mask off but I'm faceless
Bad thoughts in my cranium; black aura like Damien
Maxalt for the pain in it. I get migraines when I start to get angry
And go Leonardo with painting
I am dynamite. I am Dahmer-like
I am Bache with the compositions. We're not alike
When in Fight-or-Flight mode, man, I gotta' fly
Artificial Intelligence: I am modified
Phantom of the Opera vibes. Blood-type not defined
Walk in the radio-station, head-shot a guy
So I'm not gonna' question why you're not entertained
Just watch me hock up disdain and vomit onto a page
Nothing I jot is a waste. Ink-blots full of rage
I am the ghost inside of your speaker-box every day
For not hittin' play when I'm on top of your playlist
Fuck it, I'm breakin' in
Whole town full of vampires, -pires
I'ma set the city on fire, fire
Gas-can and a Bic Lighter
Words are weapons and the situation is dire, dire
They want me to chill. That ain't in my DNA
Poking bears been a trend. I'ma dead that shit today, yeah
Whole town full of vampires, -pires
I'ma set the city on fire, fire
Alienated and hated like Em on Renegade
They want me dead for the crowd to see on the center-stage
I'm Immortal. I'm Superhuman. I levitate
They put me down but I made a habit of elevating
So many bodies in the basement
Skeletons that I hid in retaliation
Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy, or Jeffrey
I'm deadass. You're dead, buddy. I'm that gully
A black skully. The Bladerunner, your face bloody
A buck-50 can change the tone and make the place ugly
It ain't funny. I want it all, but I'll take something
They shunned me, so it'll never be safe, dummy
I am dynamite. I am Dahmer-like.
I am Bache with the compositions. We're not alike
When in Fight-or-Flight mode, man, I gotta' fly
I cannot be ostracized. "Put 'em in a coffin"-like…
They want me to chill. That ain't in my DNA
That ain't my DNA
They want me to chill. That ain't in my DNA
That ain't my DNA
This mind is a haunted house
Enter and you won't get out
You're trapped in
You're trapped in
This mind is a haunted house
They keep on scratching the walls and ground
You're trapped in
And I'm laughing
Whole town full of vampires, -pires
I'ma set the city on fire, fire
Gas-can and a Bic Lighter
Words are weapons and this situation is dire, dire
They want me to chill. That ain't in my DNA
Poking bears has been a trend. I'ma dead that shit today, yeah
Whole town full of vampires, -pires
I'ma set the city on fire, fire
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STRAIGHT LIKE THAT
02:40
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Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Let me talk my shit
Straight like that
I came to be King like James
Knock them out the box and then the frame
Picture me tryna' be tame. Ain't no way
Huh. Straight like that
Got a fetish for achieving success
I know there's levels, but I've got the passion
I need my jersey hangin' in the rafters
Envisioning being a Champion
Ain't talking David, but I need a Banner
Ring, ring, ring, rings
Don't nothing else even matter
If there's a ceiling, I bet that I'll smash it
My name in lights whenever you're passing
I want it all. I won't settle for rations
Gimme' the bag 'cause I don't do fractions
No way
Straight like that
Straight like that
I know there's levels, but I gotta' pass 'em
I need my jersey hangin' in the rafters
Ring, ring, ring, rings
Don't nothing else even matter
Straight like that
Straight like that
I know there's levels, but I gotta' pass 'em
I need my jersey hangin' in the rafters
Ring, ring, ring, rings
Don't nothing else even matter
Yuh. Straight like that
Going straight for the cheese like mice traps
Mad nights on my knees hoping I cash out
If I ever leave, I'll be right back
'Cause I got no quit in me. That's called resiliency
Do not offend me at all
Addicted to winning. I piss off my enemies
Epitome of a Dog
Envisioning being a Champ
And they give me The MVP and I'm dancing
Ring, ring, ring, rings
Call up my phone and I will not be answering
If there's a ceiling, then it'll get shattered
They gonna' say that my journey was magic
I want it all. I won't settle for rations
I'm sure you know better than that
Straight like that
Straight like that
I know there's levels, but I gotta' pass 'em
I need my jersey hangin' in the rafters
Ring, ring, ring, rings
Don't nothing else even matter
Straight like that
Straight like that
I know there's levels, but I gotta' pass 'em
I need my jersey hangin' in the rafters
Ring, ring, ring, rings
Don't nothing else even matter
Straight like that
Straight like that
Straight like that
Straight like that
I know there's levels and I gotta' pass 'em
I need my jersey hangin' in the rafters
Oh yeah
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YOU KNOW THE VIBES
04:02
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Where you at, where you at
Where you at, where you at
Hey, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Wondering if you hear me. No, we ain't been talking clearly
Been a little bit down and weary. Where you at? Where you at?
And I just can't shake that feeling. When I look up at the ceiling
Is there anyone out there listening to me
I kneel by the bed and pray for breakthroughs. But, talk is cheap. I may just make moves
It's hard for me to wait for angels. And God can see the way I stay cool
Cause I could've went crazy back when my Momma had passed, and followed her fast
Took what you gave me then threw it all in the trash, but nah: I took that
Made "endless solitude" after BUTTERFLY STITCHES and continued walking the path
Stuck to the plan. Still holding on with my heart in two halves with blood on my hands
Warrior; Steph Curry with it. Yet I'm getting worried 'cause I don't see your steps in the sand
With mine. Can I weather whatever and be the best that I can or be left 'cause I can't
Wondering if you can hear me. No, we ain't been talking clearly
I'm asking you so dearly: where you at? Where you at
If I fail, I swear it'd kill me. So, I gotta' make them feel me
So close, I can taste it really. That's why I beg and I plead
This my shit; you with me or not
You don't gotta' give me anything. I got my wrist in the pot
That boy is working whip-working. That boy is working whip-working
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
You know the vibes
That boy is working whip-working
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
I can't depend on nobody but me. I put my faith in the shit that I speak
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
You know the
I'm Bad; Mike Jack. Dangerous when I get up in my bag
I'm Him. Yeah, they know I'm like that. The main-stage event they wanna' typecast
I been on a new wave for the longest. Some say you should aim for the stars and
I wanna' shoot straight through the cosmos. Spark another Big Bang when I drop shit
Yeah, that's my plan. Mic, pad, and pen, and then I fly past
Every peer that thought I might crash. Now I'm up and all them guys mad
Not askin' you for it. I'm taking it. I'm cookin', so hand me the apron
I'm done being patient and praying. That ain't gonna' save me. I'm back and I'm shaking shit
They know that I never needed favors. It'll be that way until I meet my maker
It's no wonder they're impressed with me. Don't need a press-release 'cause every record's leaking flavor
Still feeding them. I've been great from tapes to when CDs were bumped
to the MP3s, and this streaming stuff
In whatever era, the fans gonna' see my hunger
Wondering if you can hear me. No, we ain't been talking clearly
I'm asking you so dearly: where you at? Where you at
If I fail, I swear it'd kill me. So, I gotta' make them feel me
So close, I can taste it really. Can't no one do it but me
This my shit; you with me or not?
You don't gotta' give me anything. I got my wrist in the pot
That boy is working whip-working. That boy is working whip-working
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
You know the vibes
That boy is working whip-working
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
I can't depend on nobody but me. I put my faith in the shit that I speak
That boy is, that boy is, that boy is working whip-working
You know the
Where you at, where you at
Where you at, where you at
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NEVER GIVE A FUCK
02:48
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Turn up the noise. I want 'em amped up
This is that shit I know that they can't touch
Come on and we gon' see if you that tough
Take it there, but I promise it'll be bad luck
I get the itch to be actin' savage
Consider this an audio-visual that I captured
Never been with the gimmicks. My image ain't manufactured
They be fishing for clicks while I stick to getting the bag first
Cash. I light a cig to relax, and speak my mind
I don't rock with that political trash
I'm a Lone Wolf: I ain't ever mixing with rappers
I engineer my own path and remain distant from actors
I'm not a pessimist
I'm just not impressed with pests and their pestilence
Never been above me pressin' impressionists
The internet cannot protect you from weapons. Don't mess with him
Just know that I will Never Give A Fuck
Never
Just know that I will Never Give A Fuck
I let it go while they kept it in the tuck
Never
Just know that I will Never Give a Fuck
Turn up the noise. I want 'em amped up
This is that shit I know that they can't touch
Just know that I will Never Give A Fuck
Never
Just know that I will Never Give A Fuck
They want to cancel the culture
I tell them "give me your best shot." My hand's on the holster
Two twins like the Olsens. Cold shivers down your spine'll make your bones hurt.
Roll you in a pack and then smoke. Damnit, I'm so turnt
My soul burns from the fire inside
They tell me I'm deadly as Cyanide or Nas in Belly
I see our society through the eyes of Makaveli
Raging Against the Machine. Peep how I rock a medley. My body's ready
I am lit to the max. I freed my mind,
redesigned it, and then put it back
They wanna' penalize people just for kickin' the facts
I will spit in your face, film it, and rap about the shit on a track
I'm not a pessimist
I'm just not impressed with pests and their pestilence
Always been this way. Don't think I could ever switch
The internet cannot protect you from weapons. Don't mess with him
Just know that I will Never Give A Fuck
Never
Just know that I will Never Give A Fuck
I let it go while they kept it in the tuck
Never
Just know that I will Never Give a Fuck
Turn up the noise. I want 'em amped up
This is that shit I know that they can't touch
Just know that I will Never Give A Fuck
Never
Just know that I will Never Give A Fuck
Just know that I will Never Give A Fuck
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COLORBLIND
02:42
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Yeah
These days, I be uneasy
NWA, thought it was easy
I just wanted the fame and the money
And some respect on my name, but I'm not greedy
Yeah. Been stuck in a way & the love's cheapening
Cause some of them say that they wanna' see me
Go up into space and be succeeding
But, they ain't bumping my CD
I won't 'cause a ruckus, I'm leaving
This shit isn't fun when you're needing
A couple bucks and it repeats
High difficulty with feeding my family.
Food-stamps can be a bit tough to completely
Fill everyone's stomach. It seems bleak
How do you expect me to be the best I can be
When a stream's worth less than a penny
I'm so stressed that my head keeps
Hurting
I'm so tempted to get me a weapon, then enter and tell this clerk
Empty the register
Sorry to press you, sir – but, I'm fed up working
And not earning what I'm meant to
Worst thing is, I don't want to do this to you
I'm almost thirty, upset that this music ain't lucrative
And now I'm losing my cool
Just put everything in the bag
And I promise you I won't shoot
You prolly got your own wife and kids at home
So, don't fight or move. I'm no goon
Just heartbroken and Broke. Feelin' so hopeless, I don't
Really gotta' do this to you
So I guess that I won't and I'll go
Maybe I have failed
Only time will tell
I am not so well
I dream in gray
Praying that I see the day
Colorblind
Colorblind
Colorblind
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Notebook. Morgantown, West Virginia
Notebook. is an Alternative / Hip-Hop Musician that has been breaking down the boundaries between genres for seventeen years, all while putting his graphic, movie-like journey sonically on display. Limitation in Art is not a rule that he abides by, and the extreme highs and gut-wrenching lows of Notebook.'s life-experience is what also makes his work so relatable. ... more
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