1. |
Denneny (Skit)
01:21
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2. |
Green Skies
03:41
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Rich rappers talk about dope, cars and cash
Imam spit about all the money I don’t have
Trying to make a living on minimum wage is tough
Cant afford to go out or buy any nice stuff
Growing up with kids who were forever spoiled rotten
I’d say Ive worked hard for most of the shit ive gotten
Barely getting by, might as well be picking cotton
But imam make it out okay, that’s a promise
Cause I know ive got potential
Anything that happens now, is sequential
Saving leads to money, and money leads to power
Power leads to fame and making thousands by the hour
En, but for now, im still struggling
Wish I had the balls to do illegal shit like smuggling
Living paycheck to paycheck is actually quite humbling
Is it any fucking wonder the economy is crumbling
HOOK
Oh ive been poor for so long
The difference from right and wrong is
A tricky thing to grasp when
All it does is haunt you
Ive been digging so hard
This holes too deep, its left me scarred
I know
The grass is green, the skies are blue
Everybody knows that the cost of living is high
Ever since 911 the prices hit the sky
Nearly impossible to keep up with the intensity
Of rying to make ends meet, on 10 25
Minimum wage is a joke
25 percent of our nation’s considered broke
20 percent of those people have jobs
for the work we put in, were all getting robbed!
Every Canadian overworked and underpaid
The only jobs available, within the skilled trades
American companies invading all of our space
Feeding off the system we worked hard to set in place
I guess you could say im speaking for all of us
Harper creating more jobs, that was all a bust
This is for everyone whos struggling at home
All I can say PC, throw us a bone
HOOK
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3. |
Rattled
04:20
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HOOK:
What is wrong with the world today?
People harm eachother, nothing standing in their way
Oh, this madness has overcome society
Pointless fear strikes us hard
The 21st century’s a fucked up time to live in
With everybody squandering the chances that theyre given
People try to fight their problems with bombs, and guns
I think its disgusting, I’ll show ya with bombs, and puns
Im on a run, to show the people a time will come where
Peace and love collaborate to give us a brighter sun
A time with no crime, a time with no murder
A time where bullshit is on the backburner
Not sure when that’ll happen, it wont be today
Every 2 minutes, someones getting raped
Im not really sure what these fckn people are on
When theyre settin up crock pot to blow up a marathon
People are fucking weird
What do they get from seeing civilians in tears
The earths been around for millions of years
Why is now we live in a world of fear?
HOOK
Fucked with my head when I watched bowling for columbine
Whats even worse is this shit happens all of the time
2 kids walk into a school, and shoot 13 in the face
injured a shit load more, they shook up the place
they must have know what they did was useless
they took their own lives so they didn’t have to face this music
kill the ones who never had a chance, quite coward
People rallied and stood tall, Dwight Howard
What about 911 or the holocaust
Kanye wasn’t kidding, that was millions of our people lost
This is shit that just doesn’t make much sense to me
I know its not now, but just wait, eventually
The world’ll be a much more suitable place to live in
As soon as people learn to be a little more forgiving
Patience is the key to co-existing peacefully
For now theres just one more question, at least for me its
HOOK
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4. |
Paper Trees
03:30
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Sippin’ on that sizzurp, poppin’ shots just after dinner
All the liquor in the world done got us feelin’ like some winners
Drinkin Jagermeister straight from the bottle
You only live once, that’s the fucking motto
Or at least its what drake live by
Make a couple milly, and live so high
They preach that happiness don’t come from money
but id be much happier if I was a rich guy
you’d find me at the Gucci store, poppin’ tags
spend my time fillin’ thousand dollar shopping bags
be the freshest outta, Cornwall
that city’s below me I was, born tall
it’s a city full of rape and welfare
in the mall I feel like I’m the fresh prince of Bel-Air
head to Carleton blow some dough at the cheen
don’t bother calling Phil, cause there’s no helping me
(HOOK)
don’t mind me when im in the zone
do my own thang, you can do your own
only live one life, so live it free
imam climb up to some paper trees
ain’t that what life’s all about?
Go and do whatever, never have a doubt
Bad luck and consequences weigh you down
That should never stop you from runnin’ your town
Flows like the hair on the great one
99 problems, the record book ain’t one
Canadian icon, that’s what I set to be
Will it ever happen, we’ll just have to wait and see
For now I live the party life, shotgunnin’ beers
Never lookin’ back, livin’ the glory years
Goin’ hard in the club, tossin’ cheers
And throwin’ down the rhymes that perk up your ears
You know this shit is fresh
My style can be compared to the best
Style like this ain’t from the east or the west
Eastern Ontario is where I’m at rest
HOOK:
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5. |
Monopoly Money ft. Focus
03:54
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(TMC) Chilling at the crib man, trapping out the whole house
Stacks in the clip man, cash looking so brown
Hundred dollar bills in the bathroom, I can wipe my ass
Looking swagged out at the mall, we the cool cats
(Focus) Rocking Jordan 11’s man, looking so fresh
Feel like Antarctica is hanging on my neck
Jaromir Jagr flow man, but I ain’t from Czech
Feeling like I work for Nike man the way I get the cheques
(TMC)Gunning for the top, you can call me Tom Cruise
Trapping unreal, man, its like its cartoon
Wheeling all the bunnies like my first name’s Hugh
No we ain’t bears, but we still bad news
(Focus) My boys don’t like to do crime, but we still tight
I don’t like to drink, but my buds are still light
Opposite to Christian Bale, I’m the white fucking knight
Opposite to 911 cause I’m about to take flight
(Hook)
Wallet white, pink, blue, monopoly
Community chest, getting outta jail for free
Catch us up on boardwalk, that’s where we fucking be
Pass go, now we getting that monopoly
Money, money, money, cash, money, money, money, gwop
Money, money, money, cash, money, money, money, HEIN?
Money, money, money, cash, money, money, money, gwop
Money, money, money, cash, money, money, money, HEIN?
(TMC) Driving so fast, Daytona 500
Hauling darts, drinking coffee, man, call it growth stunted
Stunting on 14’s, balling out in the Sentra
Taking back roads, going on an adventure
(Focus) Got a big black D, P.K. Subban
I’m broke, so no coupe, I get the sedan
My dope stinky, so I keep it in a tuna can
I like green, but not green bottles, no Heineken
(TMC) Green bottles, green shades, Green Eggs and Ham
Dropping bombs, like a nuke over Japan
You know in the summer, I can rock a mean tan
Dad fucked my momma, so my momma fucked the mailman
(FocusNumber 1, not 3, no Iverson
Knock you out, you’s a baby, call you Wah Wah
My pockets so fat, you can call me Rosanne
I bring my cat to the vet, for a cat scan
(Hook)
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6. |
Image ft. Charron
03:54
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Something’s there that you’re just not seeing
Were all just different species of human beings
(TMC)
Bigger lad, white boy, dope behind the mic
I was always told to do whatever it was I liked
Around these parts, one of the rawest in sight
And no one takes it for real and its all because im white
Yo he doesn’t fit in, he doesn’t fit the image
Image shouldn’t matter if youre not a fucking gimmick
People focus too much time on whats seen on the surface
Image is irrelevant, the message serves the purpose
If youre not saying nothing, whats the point in talking
If youre trying to turn heads, you gotta say something shocking
The reason I don’t rap about pussy money and drugs
Is cause im sick of hearing the same shit from all these duds
Turn on your radio, its all you’ll ever hear
Its what every listener is bumping through their ears
So listen real close to what you hear in this recording
Forget about the artist, it’s the image youre supporting
HOOK:
How you look can be deceiving
Peoples looks don’t always carry meaning
Something’s there that you’re just not seeing
Were all just different species of human beings
(Charron)
Got me thinking while I’m sipping on a brew
They judge me for my image, but can’t picture what I do
Worthy of the fame, spitting with the flu
Murdering the game and I ain’t giving them a clue
Probably should acknowledge that all of us the same
Living insecure, its got me locked up with a chain
They said I wouldn’t make it but I fought through all the pain
Colab with Mitch Collins, now they calling out my name
Zip it like a Zippo, all I got is flames
Switch it I’m a schitzo, awkward and insane
All of you get slaughtered if you talking ‘bout this way
Calling this colostomies, I got you all in bags
Picking on my image, looking like no other
This is what you get judging books by the cover
Blurting out the words, don’t worry, you ain’t heard of me
I’m underrated, overcoming adversity
HOOK:
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7. |
On My Mind
04:43
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8. |
Just Do You
04:38
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Never been a quitter, that’s why I still smoke
Never backed down when I was against the ropes
Anything I had in mind, I was always told to do it
When it comes to talking perseverance, I can speak it fluent
Set the bar low and you’ll never be disappointed
That can work two ways, like an arm that’s double jointed
You can either live a happy life where every day’s a struggle
Or live beyond your means, a false sense of enjoyment
When you raise the bar high, you realize all your potential
You’ll see what you’ve been missing, its enough to make you mental
Listen close to what I’m saying on this instrumental
Its meaningful, you best believe this isn’t accidental
Cause I’ve lived in the past, I see it in the now
Create your own paths, carve them in the ground
Figure out your life, write it in your vows
Only get one chance, so go out with a bow
HOOK:
Life can be hard, it can leave you smacked up
Whenever you’re down you gotta get back up
Never stop what you’re passionate about
People can be harsh, that’s what people do
Don’t let that stop you from always being you
Be yourself, that’s what life’s about
Pause, raflect
The words I just said to you, did they all connect?
Pull up your pants, and strap up your belt
Cause this here’s a lesson on being yourself
Its fairly easy to do
All you really need is yourself, and you
Find things out about yourself you never thought you knew
Put your haters on the shelf, fuck what they’ve been through
You gotta focus on the task that’s at hand
Haters only hate because you’re doing what they cant
They do it out of jealousy, they’re people that I pity
They’re thoughts about as twisted up as Oklahoma city
You better not let them give you a beating
Make em eat their words so what they say is what they’re eating
This here’s a verse that people will be repeating
I just did a verse on haters that actually had some meaning
(HOOK)
Feel good beat as I’m spittin’ real talk
Big shoes to fill, big feet, big socks
It’s a big fucking world, big doors to unlock
You got the tools and the time, big keys, big clocks
People make it out that one life’s not enough
80 plus years and they still find it tough
to do all of the things jotted down on their bucket list
cause critics in their ears telling them “yo, you suck at this”
that’s why I preach it, don’t listen
if you do, then its your whole life that your missing
they say time flies by when you’re having fun
so instead of waiting till you’re older, live while you’re young
here’s the limelight, take a second, strike a pose in it
in the fight for inner happiness, stop opposing it
you’re here for a while, so you better make the most of it
might as well open life’s door instead of closing it
(Hook x2)
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9. |
Archies (Skit)
01:03
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10. |
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(FOCUS)
Growing up in the lonely streets of Ingleside
Hard working people working just to get by
Outsiders take on look and think this place is a dive
Well I disagree, sit back and relax, let me change your mind
Made lifelong friends in a one hallway school
Spending our last dime to leave school and eat some food
Nothing can change us, we are the definition of unity
This town made me so I’m giving back to my community
Some of them cowards left this town, but I will never run
Were like brothers, even their mothers treat us like their own sons
Road trips to Cornwall, freestyling just for fun
Doors unlocked, windows down, this town never made me have a gun
This town created a winner, I went toe to toe with the best
And Im never gunnna leave if youre looking for me, I’m right here in the flesh
Mitch and I are the future, hungry as can be, tell us whats next
Speaking for Ingleside, this is a warning, were coming for you next
HOOK:
Throwin’ it down, from my hometown
From the streets of Ingleside
Home to nothing, yeah were buzzing
Cause today, nothing kills our pride
Yeah, this town can leave you bruised and broken
Don’t care, this town is where my home is
(TMC)
I did not grow up here, moved to town in grade nine
Caught me like a young deer, staring into headlights
People all so new to me, only knew bout 2 or 3
Gave me a chance to find out, exactly who I want to be
Used to be a good kid, brought up in a bad town
Ingleside, that new life, somehow turned me around
Never thought of doing drugs, walked right through the gateway
Fuck you hard without you knowing, just like a date rape
People say I’ve changed, call it growing up
Always used to party, now I hate showing up
Used to smoke weed, now I hate toking up
Used to live fast, but I aint slowing up
Not the town that raised me, but it is the town that shaped me
Into whatever it is that I am today, into whoever it is I’ve been lately
It’s the town that always taught me that whenever I’m approaching something that you might as well do it bravely
To anybody that I’ve known and anyone who helped me know that I appreciate it greatly
(HOOK)
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11. |
Fame and Fortune
03:40
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Isn’t it crazy how this game can make you out to be a hero
But the ones who play it best have control over their ego
Young, poor, but im motivated
Yet to drive these roads im paving
Set the bar real high so
I live up to the hype that ive created
Now im waiting, for the day my
Shit takes off like a concord
Like to stir up controversy like
Smoking crack with rob ford
Soon I’ll be rocking tom ford
First I need some cash flow
Puffin’ on a Cuban
Ballin’ out like castro
Some call me an asshole
I say more like ab soul
Cause you know a motherfuckers steppin up behind the mic
Illuminating, lighting up every fans soul
Cause you know I got the fire
Just depends if I wanna spit it
Listen to the way the words are rolling off my tounge
Even all my haters would admit it
Murdering the beat, never been aquited
Pleading guilty as charged
Focus said it best, sayin rappin’s not a crime
That’s why theres still a killer at large
That’s TMC,
Out your fucking mind if youre beefing with me
Growing up was tough on Ontario St.,
Playing nicky nicky is where I would be
Going door to door just to get some attention,
Spent recess writing lines in detention
Then it got worse, got a couple suspensions,
Me a golden boy, that’s a misapprehension
Hook:
Isn’t it crazy how this game can make you out to be a hero
But the ones who play it best have control over their ego
Fame can grab ahold of you and turn you to a monster
But I do it for the game, the one that I set out to conquer
This tracks burning up like gasoline, got a bitch with more issues than a magazine
Anybody saying they don’t like this, they must be fucking living in a fantasy
Think im need of some nicotine, guillotine these mother fucking hippys
Who be fronting on some jealousy
Tell me g, who you think youre fucking with in tmc
Honestly dude, why the fuck you disrespecting me?
Slowin down the flow on real talk, something bout this track just feels hot
Maybe it’s the flows, or maybe it’s the beat, combination that you need to be on top
Of the rap game, I got em both so I ant got no worries
TM in this bitch, everybody should be worried, haah
Turn on my swag when I woke up this morning
Beats always fresh like they’de made at tim hortons
Got my adidas on, fuck those air jordans
Tonight were getting drunk as fuck, callin’ it mayor fording, hah
No crack tho, not on some plumber shit
For me this is a different light, IUsed to be that drummer, mitch
Used to rock out metal, now im On some up and comer shit
Plans of making cash Till my driveway’s where a hummer sits
(Hook)
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12. |
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Sup girl, have another drink
The way im feeling’ now its like I cant even think
The way you’re grinding on me im about to go off
Such a little tease when you lift up your top
The way you swing your ass is leaving me mesmerized
Loving everything that I can see with my eyes
I wanna lay you down and then spread open your thighs
And tear that ass up, cause that thing be supersized
Girl, we can have it all
Give it all we got, we can hit up a stall
One hand on my back, one up on the wall
Get goosebumps when shes touching my balls
Cause when im with her, its like she blows my pistons
Shes the type that makes me wanna go the distance
When im not with her I re think my existence
I think I need some help hashtag assistance
Hook:
Pop bottles in the club, girl shake that ass
Liquor gotchya feelin’ dumb, girl shake that ass
Got junk in the trunk, girl shake that ass,
Shake that ass, shake that ass
Pop bottles in the club, girl shake that ass
Liquor gotchya feelin’ dumb, girl shake that ass
Got junk in the trunk, girl shake that ass,
Shake that ass, shake that ass
(Click)
My rhymes are so huge, theyre just like a boulder
My personality’s huge, like im getting bolder
Im important like every sentence starts with a capital
Im the government of rap, I write in my capital
Im at the strip club, and im paying my fare
She tells me not to touch and I say baby that ain’t fair
She needs more money and I ask her whats a few
Shes getting more dirty, thank god, phew
Can I get another stripper, theyre lined up in a queue
After every time she finishes I smile and say thank you
Open up the curtains and im bringing on the next
And after that, im paying with government cheques
Every weekend is the greatest downtown
Getting wasted off the best of royal crown
Until the next day, usa government shut down
Strippers cheques bounce, I just shut this bitch down
(HOOK)
(Focus)
50 cap on as I step in the room
Too many drinks, gunna pass out soon
All black on, look like a vicious killer
Paparazzi snapping more than MJ in thriller man
Let me ton it down, let me grab a drink
Haters talking smack, don’t care what they think
Coming with everything, even the kitchen sink
Don’t lie im nice like Bobby Orr when hes on the rink, fucker
Lean back and take another sip
No trouble round me, got a mack 10 on my hip
Dumb bitch talking, but she aint saying shit
Easy like Ryan Miller on a 3 game road trip
Cant blame her, she’s intrigued by my hustle
Cause my pockets always full, and I aint packing muscle
See a man across the room looking like he wanna tustle
Shes a gold digger, bitch has more rings than Bill Russel
(HOOK)
(TMC)
Poor child eating Kraft Dinner and hot dogs
Fab 5 wheeling young bitties and hot moms
Spitting mad flows like Mac on the rest of the beat
Got down bitches, all be wanting the D
Drop the mixtape, getting paper bills like Buffalo
Spend some of the cash on my girl, when I stuff the hoe
Take her across the river, maybe head down to the falls
Shes wet like Marineland, I never miss her calls
(HOOK)
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13. |
I'm Out
04:32
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Real talk, cruising through the wood, ballin’ out
My piece of shit Sentra wont stop stalling out
Problems got me stressin’ as im sparkin’ up a dart
Waiting for the day that this thing just falls apart
It cant be far, not too worried, got some money comin’
Shit could hit it big, I can almost see the labels runnin’
Big but im cocky, skin white and chalky
Bombs Nagasaki, I dont lose like rocky
Yeah im childish, like my name is Donald glover
My style, flexible, like its made of rubber
Bad bitches talk to me bout how they want on top of me
But if they want the cock from me, they best be fucking oxyclean
Oxy Codeine, laced in weed we smoke in bushes
Hit the cedars up, smoking on the finest Kush
And Section.80? Fuck that, Paper Trees is what im pushing
Its getting kinda late, almost time to hit the cushions
Before that, gotta spit a dope rap
If my style’s the jacket then youre just the coat rack
Im hanging up on these rappers, my rotary land line
So tight, if im Nagasaki youre just a land mine
Don’t try to step and mimic this boys glory
Got a big woody, but this aint no toy story
It’s the real live thing, like i said in growing up
When I listen to chief keef, im my mouth im throwing up
How this kid got famous blows my mind like “bang bang”
Even Soulja boy tell’em had me thinking the “same thing”
If these guys can make I guess anyone can
I out write these rappers with my fucking left hand
By the way im right handed, thoughts are kinda candid
Can do, whatever it takes to leave me stranded
On top of this rap game, coupled up with mad fame
Just bodied the so called artists that givin’ rap a bad name
And I keep it coming heavy tho
A maxi pad a foot thick doesn’t stand a chance against my flow
My words are silky smooth like some Gucci made pajamas
It puts you in a state of shock, it puts you into trauma
Spit so many flows, theres just no time for a hook
Listed off just about every rhyme in the book
That’s how we rhyme in the hood, better make that the country
Eating all these rappers, but im still fucking hungry
And that’s a big pill to swallow
Already said so much and im still feeling hollow
Everyday im reaching for the stars like Apollo
If I can be a leader, why the fuck would I follow
Im so far ahead that you can barely follow me
Youre stuck in yesterday morning, im at tomorrows eve
When I think about it I guess im pretty polished
Just take a look back to what this mixtape has accomplished
Hit on touchy subjects that were fucking with my brain
Tryin’ to find a brighter side to other peoples pain
by shedding a different light on things, it seems insane
but I cant control creativeness that’s flowing through my veins
And I featured the boys from fab 5
The boys who keep it real, never spittin’ on bad vibes
Theyre the boys who got me started this rap shit
If It wasn’t for them, paper trees wouldn’t exist
Lucky to have this, I stumbled on a clover
Im really sad to say that the records is almost over
If you think it sucked, or you thnk it was fantastic
All I can say is it was fun while it lasted
The last four bars on this mixtape
Give yourselves time to think about how my fucking shits great
After writing this out, its safe to say I cant wait
To ask the rap game how my mother fucking dick tastes
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