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by ChronicPhonics

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Intro 00:27
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Vaporcini feat. Spacelion 02:12
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Rip a nugget up, fuck it Im just loving life pumping J-5 out the side of my curent ride Curve my mind like a bullet pull it to the right, full of light way too white to rock a hood at night So I just take the exit roll into the suburbs, Assert my comfort with retired love birds Hit the parking lot, find a spot make a non-profit donation to my higher god, so burnt Acting covert to overt the crisis disordered borders like martyrs of ISIS I only fight with explosive devices, controlling the minds of the kifs of the righteous Tight fists, hit you with an uppercut butter up your buns girl I gotta rubber bustin nut but I wont date a slut that mistake was made enough Maybe if I take a lil angel dust x3 Dust up off his Shoulders and his ass up off the pavement Sun's already way up and he wonders where the day went Try to remember the night, see if it was better spent But that bright skylight's the opposite of heaven sent got him a liter of cola, sparking up a pre-roller chest soda damn puffy, acting all high roller but only got tree fiddy in his pocket, in his other his mommas heirloom gold locket And he gonna hock it, pawn it for his next fix man whudda ever thought it'd ever come to this see its kinda ironic, he momentarily iconic but that's the stage he sets when he up on it He a sob story but not one for a sonnet he gonna leave you blue like the hedgehog sonic more bout the knuckles dude, his life too many chaotic tales, and too many true.
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Clear Day 03:18
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Outrageous, contagious aberration Tamper with the faith embrace the complications make no mistake we've come to face our limitations Reshape our fate with the tools of innovation But food of all the nations consumed by holy pagans The fluid of the naked in tune with the vibrations of Oden Like the north pole opened, a moment on the stone when the time went frozen Comatose, pour the soap in the ocean Foam up the folks that revolt with devotion A potion of focus, hocus pocus Stifling plaque like a choking locust Won't promote this, look what moses spoke With the Acacia bush flame that his nose was smoking quote the poets of the oldest notion evoke emotions of our locomotion The television is a lie, Its a fantasized pantomime that we cant defy that we emphasize in symbols that the old men provide, all been gentrified, kept inside confines of our mind Cause they're petrified of what we might find out, If we get up off the couch really test our clout, put the money in our mouth Used to run out the door every time the sun come out Now complain of being bored when our mind show any doubt I dont need no fuckin therapist to tear at this embarrassment A stick and carrot parable of arrogance has led me to this heresy Now the terrorists are scaring me Apparantly im just a merry fiend of popularity looking for a parachuting bitch to come and marry me drop in and compare me to an ancient egypt pharisee that's buried underneath the bustling muscles of a Heracles Dare I see my fake reality?
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The Freshness 03:21
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I was erased as a stencil pink stub on the tip of a pencil left my frame all bent and left my brain half mental I aint worried bout paying for beats when I get to laying these sheets of music upon it they'll all be left to decay in the streets got no Cane but I am Able to cripple step Hit the ocean til there's nothing but ripples left Been a little venemous pent off adrenaline tryin to form my chaos to societal medicine but Im too kind sometimes when I design a rhyme I wanna Kill it like my lyrics made with cyanide So come on climb inside my Time machine of tiger eyes Feel the anger of a bengal with the Viper strike Now I've been known as quite the focal point for local life so i aligned this whole career for you I hope you like Got some copious emotions on my psyche Fight me bitch, you know you wanna be just like me You want some punchlines? Well sometimes I snort Koolaid its a funtime I put the lemon under heaven til Im sublime Im on endeavours in the moonlight or the sunshine for fungi, mychorrizal overcome by the confines of new horizons in my dumb mind Mr chronic, im melodic only sometimes hit my karmic outline, promise I'll turn out fine Yo, I'm just an ice cold gangsta, wait a high roll banker Hell if I don't make it. I got my propoganda mask on,fancy suit, leash of servitude is strapped, just like you And Imma hop into this race with a conglomerate of faces but its only fair if we compare the presence of our sameness Right?? I think its finally time to take this flight into the soaring outer space of night
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Liquid Gold (interlude) 00:51
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Sand Canoes 02:47
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Generic American Terror Its the era where the parents apparently tear at the foundations we inherit and bury the merit fuck a diamond, you're a rabbit stuck chasing the carrot But the lion set a trap now he's waiting to snare it Can't defy it you're a lying repetitive parrot And I've been dying to delete the tv screen you stare at heebie jeebies of embarrassment is what you're scared of But I don't care if what the narrative is saying is imperative for playing all the characters we created for this fairy tale domain, I'm the pharaoh of the plains got the area contained renovated education they buried all your brains like a carrier of aids, when malaria invades see hysteria in varying levels of urban rage Attempt to turn the page circumvent the current age Left with vengeance on my face I'm so thirsty... Kid the Earth is dead, emptied every river in the search for beds Sand Canoes x2 Turbidity risen, going to sleep thirsty is a common condition we got the Mediterranean sea red with refugees and we emptied up the amazon to fill olympic seats Coral bleaching is an epidemic, just sit back don't panic, I mean the coca cola bottle's gonna go organic But ill be damned if we just piss away our water cycle Nature's false preachers thinking we had earned the Godly title they call me psycho cuz I care about the planet But they planned it in a way that you can barely understand it so we need to put a dam up so that you can plant a plant and then we need a power plant so we can build a bigger dam To power all the cities, so i can write these diddies to bump on peoples speakers while they peek at stripper's titties Just being general, elements and the minerals are what we all are made of material, don't be cynical. Sand Canoes
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Poison feat. Lewis 03:03
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Baby, you got no soul, you got no Poison Baby you got no reason to be so Baby you know I need no other, I'm Freezing And baby I got no reason to go I love Earth On top the third rock from the sun a militarized people with apocalypse guns the cout has begun, funded by monopolies sums to control the life blood of the mechanical ones I standby as societal witness Prohibition only mixes crime and business While the lowest of the poor do their time in prison its the true drug dealers who designed the system Flying high in the sky by drones above tapped wires of Verizon phones There's a light burning brighter in the white house home Eye of Sauron upon the empire throne But Nooo, in the appearance of Rome Empirical gold, hold it like a spiritual ohhhhmm You know that tone that you feel in your bones? x2 Baby I got no point I got no seasons Days they come, they go Honey, I got no thinking to be treason And I just, I just got to let you know Goddammit only got one planet Shooting nukes when we go bananas Dropped the poop now we be throwing hammers, Bazooka tubes til our boobs got cancer Look around don't know an answer but we send our garbage to outer space. Filled a bowl with the milky way And then we spilled the cup that's the human race We only build it up so we can tear it down Only have a head so you can wear a crown When you go to bed, you best be bowing down, From the hail of the lead that gonna shower down From the infinite heaven, living indebted, Feel it in the soul but the people don't get it. Spreading like a plague til the place infected, Listen to the heart when the brain don't check in. Take me, just take me. Take me, See. x3 I just, I just got to let you know.
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For tha Lean 02:29
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Slingin' Webs 02:54
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Caribbean Joe 03:49
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Cruisin feat. Big Bare 02:59
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Costume Power (interlude) 00:50
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Reconciliation 03:03
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Brothas feat. Juan Guzmán 02:43
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It goes left foot, right foot, left outta breath I'm obsessed, complications of an early death Internal neurons go inferno as they're burning holes through my dome then explode into a curly mess External visions of a worldly quest An absurd request given by the villain living in my chest though I digress that the earth is not for rest take your best intentions, lay em on the pavement the Devil's test. ChooChoo, see you at the finish line Borrowed all the paper but the pen is mine Blood from my spine, it's a fucked up design but you must recognize that the Sun soon will rise up. Feel the vibe of the moon within the tide let the lunar coincide with the voodoo of your mind See the visions, let them guide your decisions Chop off your top like a pride circumcision Its the fight that we're living Rise up and Light up and drive off the villains Keep your eyes on the risen Climb up and size up this life you've been given x3 Oh, help me testify. Are we living in light of lies? Got me feeling so high so I got myself deep in searching why. Is it love or is it comfort? Is there worth in what we work for? Thinking back to the times we had 'Cause life's a bitch but she ain't so bad No oh so bad No ohhh... Flirting with the past Got me drowning in all the thoughts Looking for a way to forget my faults I'm afraid to fall, gotta me feeling so high so I, you got me feeling so high so i just, got me feeling so High so I just climb up x2

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Collaborative Mixtape from ChronicPhonics and Yahtzen

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released January 18, 2017

Produced by Yahtzen Beats
Masters by Joonas Pestraama & Rayne Drop
Bass: Seth Harris
Vocals: Tiff Butler
Featuring: Lewis, Juan Guzmán, Big Bare, Spacelion

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