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Mr. Floyd
03:35
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Mister Floyd, I don’t got a gun to shoot or point,
But I understand some don’t have a choice
You’re out there somewhere hiding
And I’m here writing.
Mister Floyd, maybe these bullets are like you and I
Born into war and forced to fly
Maybe we were meant to stand and be the living change
That we wanted to see right now, right here today
The detective’s on his way and he’s made up his mind
‘Said there’s gon’ be hell to pay ‘for ya serve anytime
If hell’s the currency they take- the check’s been in the mail
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Chorus
For the past four-hundred years walkin’ on thin air
In this American Nightmare
They advertised and sold as a dream
We don’t wake up ‘til we die in our sleep
Turnin’ the wheels to another machine.
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Mister Floyd, we can buy a lot, but there’s little we can keep
You can go for the ride, but ya can’t have the keys
Before they’d see a village rise against kings and queens
They’d condition a new drug and push it into your veins
We say it’s on, but from the looks it was never off
So we settle and say well that’s just the way things are
Have ya ever wondered what the hell we’re all here for
Yea, yea
Engine’s roll around the block droppin’ shells and keys
Thieves pick a lotta locks, but they never get free
Somebody’s puppeteerin’ all this mass hysteria
They set the stage up in North Philadelphia
Chorus
Mister Floyd
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2. |
Silly Guy
03:42
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Silly guy
With your shiny shoes
Silly guy
What are you trying to prove
He’s got a baby blue and white collar
Smiles like he got away with murder
Plays it colder than October
He does’t like to lose
Everyone respects the king
At least that’s what he’d like to think
Has his own definition what it is to be a man
Baby you don’t wanna light the fuse
Type’a guy with an appetite
for tellin’ women that they’re overweight and can’t drive
Trust he won’t settle- always has to one-up ya
Complex of a rebel or just gumption?
Either way ya like it or decide for yourself
The kid’s quick to preach heaven as he is to raise hell
Dudn’t got a fuse, he got a light switch
Ain’t a damn thing between smilin’ and fightin’
No need for reason, he’ll move off assumption
Poppin’ off Hurricane Kicks and Dragon Punches
Brash temper starvin’ for attention
Cocky attitude substitutes when defensive
You can tell he never spent time in the hood
Cos’ he thinks that any type’a hype is good
Folks that just met’em say “Isn’t fly?”
But those that know better just call’em
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Chorus
Silly guy, what are you trying to prove
Silly guy, what are you trying to prove
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Oh and he talks and talks and talks
Until he’s heard, and walks and walks
Like he’s sure, and talks and talks
Until he’s heard
Long before the land was took
Before guns, germs, steel and standards stood
Between justice leagues and bands’a crooks
It’s always been about the manhood
Where victory’s only made hungry self-esteems
Measured by beers and losses
Forever unfortunate to force destiny
Into fame, sex, and profit
He can’t get off it. He doesn’t walk the line, he wanders
With a pride fresh outta honor to offer
To these social flings, social unrest
A social king, emotional dysfunction
Would betray his boys
To squeeze another soul down to the last drop’a joy
For himself. Smilin’ at the flames and noise.
You get my exclamation point
All sorts and kinds of crazy
(Say word, say word)
Hidin’ behind the same grin
(Alright, alright)
Don’t mistake his heart for him playin’ the part
The only one he has is on his card
Chorus
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3. |
Twenty Somethin'
02:55
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Hangin’ on like the gray beneath a cloud after a storm
Movin’ my pumas faster than I can afford
I’m outta luck, I’m outta time,
I’m outta love, I’m outta somethin’
a-o-a-o
Nothins changed. Since the age of eighteen we’ve been runnin’ loose
Shootin’ at the same dream, we’ve been jumpin’ hoops
I’m only human, not much to me,
Nothin’ super but my pumas
a-o-a-o
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Chorus
You’re never gonna be
Twenty-somethin’ again
So while I’m runnin’ free
You’re stuck payin’ your rent
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Relationship after relationship
Walkin’ the line between commitment and addiction similar to favorite kicks
And it’s a hard sell and hard to tell
what’s real
Yeah- yeah- yeah- yeah
Cos’ it’s a hard sell and hard to tell now,
What’s heartfelt
Right- right- right- right
I never walked the aisle
I didn’t say goodbye
I just hopped on my bike and headed all the way back home
Graduation’s a state of mind
Ya say “next year”, I say tomorrow
Add it up (add it up)
Add it up (add it up)
Add it up (add it up)
Add it up (add it up)
Add it up- Twenty Somethin’ America
Yeah- yeah- yeah- yeah
Now it goes from strugglin’ to get pride
From rushin’ to pick a side
(Appreciated long as you’re affiliated)
When it comes down to pickin’ a fight
They’ll ditch ya quick to dry
(I throw it down without a crew or with a crowd)
I packed a blade just in case, brass knuckles for a ruckus
The city is a jungle and I do not live for nothin’
If ya walk the Northside of Minneapolis
I think ya get my drift and understand where this is headed
There’s no answers, there’s no closure
Not enough resolve to be so sure
That every ghetto has to settle, all attention is acceptance
That the world ain’t spinnin’ off its frickin’ axis into space
I never told ya “hi”, I didn’t say goodbye
I never gave ya anything to think it’s gon’ be alright
It’s a world worth savin’ or a waste of time
Ya say next year, I say right now
Add it up (add it up)
Add it up (add it up)
Add it up (add it up)
Add it up (add it up)
Add it up- Twenty Somethin’ America
Yeah- yeah- yeah- yeah
You’re never gonna be
Twenty-somethin’ again
So while I’m runnin’ free
You’re stuck payin’ the debt
You’re never gonna be
Twenty-somethin’ again
So while I’m runnin’ free
You’re stuck with your girlfriend
You’re never gonna be
Twenty-somethin’ again
So while I’m runnin’ free
You’re stuck payin’ your rent
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4. |
Light Of Day
04:03
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Just when thought the war was on its last bullet
She lit a cigarette, untied her smile and drew a full clip
She’s not the type’a gal you wanna spar with round for round
Because sparrings just for practice, not a W or L
It’s been a long off-and-on-cut-and-paste-straight-no-chase city romance
That stands against all common sense
From holdin’ hands over the fence to walkin’ miles through the fire
To cursin’ each others name through drunk text messages and dials
It’s the same Nascar, we’re just different drivers
Different drivers
And it’s the same busstop, we’re just different arrivals
Different arrivals
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Chorus
I stay awake all night and watch the stars and moon
Until they fade away into the afternoon
Ya can’t hold down somethin’ that’s meant to move
You’re waitin’ on me to wait on you
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At last minute I took my best friend on a date to the promenade
I think she’s cool, she thinks the same
She understands the girl and I don’t get a long all of the time
And that she’s comin’ to the dance with another
Musta got’em outta box ‘cos he’s a tool, or a parade ‘cos he’s a float
A flagshop- somethin’ to wave and gloat
I don’t respond, word is bond, I keep my cool, take my time
Before I could hit the punch bowl, she grabbed me by the arm
She said if you loved me, you’d fight for me
Fight for me
But what she don’t understand, she’s the light of day
And I can’t get the sunshine outta my veins
Chorus
I am more than yesterday-
more than debt to pay-
more than yesterday
Her eyes looked like night but the skied said day
Talkin’ bout she don’t need clouds to make it rain
Psshh- then why you always stormin’ out
Turnin’ up a tornado, got it upside down
Backwards and twisted
Ma, ya can’t talk at the same time and listen
It’s what it is- not what if
So stop blowin’ up the spot while it’s under construction
I know enough to just smile it through
But when you go checkin’ through my cell phone more than I do
I break it off but I still love’er
‘Cos she got the combination to my heart and my locker
Two weeks on, a weekend off to evil
Now we’re back together like the Eagles
-Live
Just close your eyes
She’s the light of day
She’s the light of day
She’s the light of day
She’s the light of day
Chorus
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5. |
This Party
03:54
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Jimmy and the best of the inner-city stress
Ain’t a blade dull enough they couldn’t put into your chest
Yeah, life is short. Skip the court date
Either blow a kiss or skip the foreplay
Hey the skills support weight and can take a few shots
Na I ain’t got five bucks, but I’ma take a few cups
Yeah, that just happened- we ain’t givin’ any threats
We throw down with the ease of brushin’ teeth and gettin’ dressed
We come from women that don’t speak too softly
Households either hangin’ on the edge or fallin’ off it
Past girlfriends that spit hot heat
With more tattoos up their sleeve than Riverwest Milwaukee
You’re takin’ caution and it hasn’t even started
You couldn’t take a sip without getting’ naucious
If I was you I’d turn around and start walkin’
Can’t bring an affectation to the hard copy- watch me
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Chorus
I hope you understand this party
Ain’t the type you wanna get lost in
Everybody’s jumpin’ on it
Now could ya try and keep up with me
In a crowded apartment
They draw lines just to cross’em
Ya wind up on the wrong side talkin’
That’s how ya get caught in the heart of the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
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Prominent constant popularity contest
Runnin’ accomplice with the common paper confidence
Collars are poppin’, mommies droppin’ thermometers
Whatever their style cost’em off’a store credit
Word vomitin’, vowels clashin’ to consonants
A crowd’s complex of talkin’ just to be talkin’
For sonorous dominance singin’ along not matter what song it is
Followin’ followings, but they don’t get it.
You coulnd’t breathe the heat without a lung collapsin’
You’re dealin’ with a band’a third-world-circus flame catchers
Straight-face crazy without the straight jackets
Your crew’s badass, this crew maneuvers plane crashes
Stunt bikers, alpha street fighters
Midnight-maraudin’-subterraneous graffiti writers
Veterans of the ‘yes yes y’all”
Makin’ the house jump off the foundation (c’mon)
Chorus
(Beat Box Solo)
Chorus
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6. |
How I Met Your Sister
03:34
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Chorus
Say what ya want, but my headphones are on
And I’m thinkin’ about turnin’em up
Ain’t nothin’ brand new but the shoes
Homie, it’s the same school, same rules tellin’ me what to do
Ya say you’d rather be suspended than in detention
You’re not the only one,
The only one, the only one
The only one, the only one
The only one, the only one
The only one
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She was packin’ up her backpack, lockin’ up her locker
In a hurry ‘cos the last bell rang. I was on my
Way to skippin’ class, gamblin’ without a hall pass
Ready to shoot dice on a pocket full’a lunch cash
Blindsided in our opposite agendas,
we collided walkin’ in the opposite direction
I said “excuse me” and she said “excuse you”
As I said w-w-w-w-w-what’s with the attitude hun
Then what she said next…
I’d rather not repeat in public
Then (hold up), in came the hall monitor and said
“ya just won tickets for two to after school”
(Awwww shhhhh) Now here we are in this room losin’ out
Strike one on her record and for me I’ve lost count
Because I could careless
B-b-but coulda swore I saw a tear drop fall from her
Pissed off eye
Passed her a note sayin’ it’s alright
She passed it back sayin’ you can die
That’s when I knew that it was more than spite
See when ya know- ya know
That what ya feel won’t
Compromise the truth
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Chorus
Say what ya want, but my headphones are on
And I’m thinkin’ about takin’em off
You gotta make due with what’s good
Work the little that ya got like the hood. Make it do what it do
Ain’t nothin’ to lose but ya cool
Before ya know it it’ll be thru, but to tell you the truth
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Suspension is vacation, but I’d rather be in detention with you
And so she took my word to negotiate a treuce
And vowed to never return to spendin’ time after school
I don’t got much to offer, but let me get to the point
Be my b-girl and I’ll be your b-boy
We ran hand-in-hand through the hallways of our youth
Although long-term relationships feel like servin’ time after school
We break and we mend better than we left it
‘Cos the most beautiful things grow from imperfection
My friends all say to let her know or let her go, man
I say my letter won’t be waitin’ on the postman
I’m gonna be the father that I never had
Be my woman, and I’ll be your man
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Chorus
Say what ya want, but my cell phone ain’t on
I’m with the girl I met in detention
Ain’t worried ‘bout makin’ the grade
There’s far bigger thangs at stake, take it easy
Ya say you’d rather be suspended than in detention
You’re not the only one,
The only one, the only one
The only one, the only one
The only one, the only one
The only one…
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Jimmy & The Threats Minneapolis, Minnesota
Jimmy & The Threats are the foster parents of A Capela and Rap. Melding a trio of harmony over beatboxed beats, the group has revolutionized a genre. Although it may be unconventional, The Threats are an experiment gone right, Asserting social justice, equity, and the occasional unlawful house party into their literature, Jimmy & The Threats makes their national debut Fall of 2013. ... more
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