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Hearing A Truth Serum

by Andrew Huang

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Unsigned 02:39
i'm not signed to record label, unless you count when i put my name on my vinyl 'cause i'm lending it out still on the internet i'm bigger than kahuna and sometimes make it deeper than flawed scuba heads ask how i can rap for so long without breathing the trick is my oblong medulla forget cheddar man, i got gouda stocked through the shelves this week because i shopped sooner and found the deals on prunes and raw tuna helping with my cents like guitar tuners helping with my scents like not going to perfumers some stranger miss spraying my wrist with a flavored mist? buddy i call that dangerous i'd rather let my pheromones dart through yo, welcome to the terrordome, part 2 but my enemies are private, independent unsigned like me, except i think it's splendid suburban kids spitting gangster buffoonery won't hone their rap craft, they only write eulogies meanwhile i'm turning parties into jubilees hot enough to change the temperature by two degrees centigrade, and it's way sweeter when i do it without the help of my space heater bring it on a spaceship drive-by with eyes wide shunned in favor of 2001 so-called "hot" crossovers rock talcum-y buns i'm dropping five albums a month i'm unsigned i had contract from vh1, basically saying "if you sell us your soul, you could be great, son" and i'd already wrote them tunes, never got a dime so there's no way my name would end up on that dotted line though i'm hype with a pen, striking again like a teacher's union with a vicodin bent but for me fine art is the antidote i don't just get on the mic, i get on the michaelangelo i wanna make the whole world sing, like manilow there's a breeze like the manitob- so let your banners blow the grannies know how the anthem goes and if they can't or don't we crush them like a can of coke i wrote that to fuel all the oil fleets so if you boycott, i can't collect the royalties that's a fun time, imagining i spun dimes off of one rhyme no punch in punch out just punchlines vacay come find us getting our skin sundried not true, i do this hungrier than lunch time 'cause you know i like it unsigned
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1-Up 02:00
bump it, bump it, tracks in the hundreds unblitzed, don't know how to act like i've done this size up this vibe's one fits all won't deny you, i know withdrawal you wanna talk about how i do it just a part of my self improvement these dogs never learn those new tricks gotta push forward with my music always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) princess'll come into the room like woo like oh princess'll come into the room like uh like ha princess'll come into the room like woo like oh princess'll come into the room like uh like ha you get high, she goes higher you let sparks fly, she sets the fire you got buzz and she got smashed you got good luck but she got cash you got a story, she got the glory you like hard rock, she was at the quarry you make ends meet, she makes them do lunch you almost got enough, she got too much always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) princess'll come into the room like woo like oh princess'll come into the room like uh like ha princess'll come into the room like woo like oh princess'll come into the room like uh like ha make me think less these rules these drinks that i ingest can't invest can't resist resist this thin dress so my mouth is running, i'm trying to impress human nature, learned behavior code of conduct to turn away from any of this trouble but others persist and burst the bubble of bliss lovers in trysts always coming to this always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up what up! always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up what up! always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up what up! always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up what up!
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Mass Appeal 02:44
let me kick it off/ like soccer baseball/ wait/ that makes me sound a little soft/ let me kick it up/ a notch/ picking up speed/ i can kick it like the jocks/ don't talk about sportsmanship/ i'm just more prolific without forcing it to shape/ from back in the day/ when if it was too short/ you had to flip the tape/ press record and press play/ formed the best ways/ to set chords and let blaze/ a torrent of blessed craze/ dividers fell/ before the stress came/ developed my intel/ to deal with these clientele/ i collect-without trying to sell/ but sometimes these invoices stay unpaid/ for a few days/ which turns to one week/ which turns to monthly ignored reminders/ i'm hungry/ cut me the cheque from your binder/ you wanted to see some sweat/ i played a blinder/ captured by the viewfinder/ this is my daily/ i'm the sharpest grinder/ bloom like a daffodil for a crowded bill talk to my catholic friends, i got mass appeal so let me do this one about my rapping skill with paper and ribbon you couldn't be half as ill hey, let me do this right, hey let me cook up something with a crunch/ kitchen to myself/ all these other producers are out to lunch/ talking about cheese/ but i'm a chef devout/ so knives out/ now catch the mouse/ i throw a candy rapper in the garbage/ who's all about trees/ like i'm up against a partridge/ trouble gets started/ when he's at the bar fridge/ but his ink's worse than my bubblejet cartridge/ you got a swift ride/ i'm long-lasting/ with more edge than your fingers on the cliffside/ so hands up/ lift high/ spit rhymes hotter than the lit side of your spliff, guy/ still coveting/ while you're plummeting/ and i'm reaching more heights than the summit brings/ amateurs get damaged worse/ better be bandaged/ i put your cheddar in a sandwich/
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Rhyme 02:06
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Nostalgia 02:05
if i were a kid, still dreaming up scheming up ways of beaming up casts of television into these attics limited edition action figurines of plastic giving me some spastic play time i'm in the basement i'm doing backflips i'm in a park jurassic growing up in the nineties defined me as an alternative kid my clothes shiny hair dishevelled i revelled in the infinite sadness teen rebel angst filling up the bass to the treble a few green leaves in the kettle wasn't 'til my twenties that i really settled a bit of me always jittery epitome of the awkward songster mind a monster recalling my ex-girl written these songs full of acidity when i lost her bitterly, no but if i could go back, i wouldn't even shouldn't life wasn't meant to be perfect but we put it in a box could it be that the categories that we scatter with ease pass/fail/win/lose/shatter/appease have been plaguing us since like adam and eve how much do my regrets really matter to me they all say we can learn from the mistakes but so many people would rather see them erased i'm leaving a trace of where i came from what i've made, done, destroyed the blame sometimes stings but i have to rise above the noise 'cause there are more important things than the past to wallow in a pill that too many are not swallowing sometimes you have to hang up and never call again looking at life now you know what they say about all that ends well
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2-Wheeler 01:13
on my 2-wheeler/ souped up after seeing your parachute dealer/ free fall/ and hearing a truth serum/ i get the news clearer/ she's not the one for you/ as i hold the booze nearer/ it's not so much what i look like, but who's mirror/ smashed glass the battle collateral/ become animal/ fast cash for casual cattle to kick a half ass/ i pull through last laugh cul-de-sac bull's tombs/ holding back 'til i shoot a full moon/ a galaxy to make me the starry-eyed argyle barfly/ searching far and wide for the start line/ asking who's on our side/ a far cry/ from an archive of albums on a hard drive/ can't trace the sediments/ flush away the evidence/ i set the precedent/ my time to shine/ my time to make a mess of it/ every time i level up/ the devil struts by/ with a kettle, cup and saucer/ wanting to be boss or a friend or a doctor/ but i'm trying to get proper/ if i could foster better environments i might prosper/ rhyme royal like chaucer/ fly like a saucer/ everyone's an imposter when i'm the whole roster/ but sometimes i just don't bother/
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The Movement 03:02
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bump it, bump it, tracks in the hundreds unblitzed, don't know how to act like i've done this size up this vibe's one fits all won't deny you, i know withdrawal you wanna talk about how i do it just a part of my self improvement these dogs never learn those new tricks gotta push forward with my music always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) princess'll come into the room like woo like oh princess'll come into the room like uh like ha princess'll come into the room like woo like oh princess'll come into the room like uh like ha you get high, she goes higher you let sparks fly, she sets the fire you got buzz and she got smashed you got good luck but she got cash you got a story, she got the glory you like hard rock, she was at the quarry you make ends meet, she makes them do lunch you almost got enough, she got too much always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) always gotta 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) 1-up (what up!) princess'll come into the room like woo like oh princess'll come into the room like uh like ha princess'll come into the room like woo like oh princess'll come into the room like uh like ha make me think less these rules these drinks that i ingest can't invest can't resist resist this thin dress so my mouth is running, i'm trying to impress human nature, learned behavior code of conduct to turn away from any of this trouble but others persist and burst the bubble of bliss lovers in trysts always coming to this always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up what up! always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up what up! always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up what up! always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up always gotta 1-up what up!
9.
i'm not signed to record label, unless you count when i put my name on my vinyl 'cause i'm lending it out still on the internet i'm bigger than kahuna and sometimes make it deeper than flawed scuba heads ask how i can rap for so long without breathing the trick is my oblong medulla forget cheddar man, i got gouda stocked through the shelves this week because i shopped sooner and found the deals on prunes and raw tuna helping with my cents like guitar tuners helping with my scents like not going to perfumers some stranger miss spraying my wrist with a flavored mist? buddy i call that dangerous i'd rather let my pheromones dart through yo, welcome to the terrordome, part 2 but my enemies are private, independent unsigned like me, except i think it's splendid suburban kids spitting gangster buffoonery won't hone their rap craft, they only write eulogies meanwhile i'm turning parties into jubilees hot enough to change the temperature by two degrees centigrade, and it's way sweeter when i do it without the help of my space heater bring it on a spaceship drive-by with eyes wide shunned in favor of 2001 so-called "hot" crossovers rock talcum-y buns i'm dropping five albums a month i'm unsigned i had contract from vh1, basically saying "if you sell us your soul, you could be great, son" and i'd already wrote them tunes, never got a dime so there's no way my name would end up on that dotted line though i'm hype with a pen, striking again like a teacher's union with a vicodin bent but for me fine art is the antidote i don't just get on the mic, i get on the michaelangelo i wanna make the whole world sing, like manilow there's a breeze like the manitob- so let your banners blow the grannies know how the anthem goes and if they can't or don't we crush them like a can of coke i wrote that to fuel all the oil fleets so if you boycott, i can't collect the royalties that's a fun time, imagining i spun dimes off of one rhyme no punch in punch out just punchlines vacay come find us getting our skin sundried not true, i do this hungrier than lunch time 'cause you know i like it unsigned
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Dream World 02:30
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released July 20, 2011

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