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Taken is this album's Burn Unit. I spent so much time writing verses and recorded so many different versions, I can't find the original on my computer. Fortunately, I was able to locate the lyrics and hit up the studio to properly lay them. After experimenting with various approaches, I opted to go for the throat. As much as I dig this beat, it was not easy to write to. One of the many versions featured verses about people I met in California who gave great lessons about selfishness and duplicity.

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Ill-the definition of, it’s twisted sick and rough
Wicked with enough guff to rip an insipid grip of schmucks
Plus busting up the guts of ducks swearing that their man’s fresher
Expensive gear but open mouths and it’s all Fran Drescher
Congratulations, to the latest greatest next to be forgotten man
better spend that high interest loan wisely
my microphone timing might condone your bone breakage
I'm not content to pose mean a styrofoam sadist
I'm wild in zones made with breakbeats that grace streets
the abrasive breed breathes a masterpiece to slay creeps
pretend to wager but you know that's money down the drain
mumble mouth mush macks on the dial all sound the same
my reign's police brutality-it'll never cease to pour
the megatron conquistador beast in a feast of war
wreaks havoc from eastern shore boards to westerly spots
hot now, but you're next to be dropped, stop

when I started rapping, I did so as a dark assassin
taking a carcass, carve it marvelous with heart and passion, patched in
coming out of the sound booth with Kashal-Tee flipping
vowing to keep ripping the wack rappers while the beat's kicking
My heart was starving but my craftsmanship was sorely lacking
so I locked the pen in solitary, core reaction
the more music made the less I enjoy rap
and I still wish the DOC would get his voice back
Indiana Jones in the tomb, I've seen enough snakes
and enough people claiming roughness with a tough face
I'm here to touch base, moving onward trust fate
no PR bust acting up on the such date
I don’t have record advances to pay for legal costs
I make songs as life preservers for the people, lost
Shouting out the heads fiending for the needle’s drop
Bound a take an L the day a donut goes and eats a cop

back when I was 8 years old, the rain started falling
so I told God to make it stop with the darkness calling
sure enough, the clouds parted and I kept playing
a child with a king's arrogance, but less patient
the gestation of powertrip magnified
resulting in the vagabond-minded bragging guy
fish and chip shop, bag of fries, sated face
potato cakes, 808s in a state of grace
back in '86, I first heard the songs play
Morris Minor & the Majors' Stutter Rap my entree
walked to K-Mart and bought the 7" with my allowance
I spun the record forever, just watching time devoured
Head nodding, before my soul and mind had soured
looking back, it prolly was my finest hour
It used to be about dope, but now it’s rife with cowards
Got me thinking about the rifle scopes and Eifel towers

I make loose leaf lose sleep daily
Writing to the sound of a thousand trees wailing

I couldn't figure out how records made that strange sound
I'd put the speakers next to my ears and just lay down
Music was my therapy of sorts, alienated
Call me slightly nuts, maybe escapist
The kid with his trachea traded for an insane machine
That would spit raps at the wick wack in their Mabelline
The Flavor Unit, before Channel Live became wack
Black Sheep number nine, goosebumps, the train track
what's success? I asked myself the definition
is it enough to have fun if they never listen?
or is it sheep using my words for their repetition
and it's enough to have fun, let them never listen
I’m back to win with the certified authentic
El Keter banging out the track, it’s the raw blended
The stupendous lieutenant with two tenants, subdued Lenin
The tomb’s spinning, with doom grinning in blue denim

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from The Tortoise Hustle, released September 8, 2008
Beat by El Keter c/o Imageyenation.com

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