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Carousel
01:04
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2. |
Get Down! (Re-mix)
03:01
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Equinox 2 Solstice
03:16
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“Equinox 2 Solstice” Lyric Sheet
I been tearing up floors since Zoltan Home/ east of the south land I roam called my own/
Land of the mother brought birth to the humble/ mack-a-doshis now incorporated/
Psyche- Oh Zee be the right side the brain/ brothers know my name cuz the heights that I ascend/
Cloud ten… but then again/ what goes up must come back down to hear the fuckin’ bass pound/
Sounds like brothers don’t know me no mo’/ but yo, I put it you like this bro,/
A ho be a ho my peeps be my peeps/ ya got to talk shit like a bitch don’t sleep/
I’ll roll Mr. Sand and take you for your dreams man/ fearing the nightmare that’s off Bolton Rd./
Mores code I unload point style/ mad deep a good mob is with that I creep/
Haunted Fatty Labz Inc./ pass the holy chalice put ya cup in my sink/
Think before actin’ unless I’m blackin’ out/ never backin’ out on the Guinness Stout/
And Bass Ale it never fails/ if I ain’t at home you can try me in jail/
Free at last I bounce to the brew shop/ do not stop but pass go collect my doe/
With one ragged sneaker and a wheel barrow/ I’ll unload some tracks to cause the masses hysteria/ “say what!” What. A hernia I caught/ cuz shucks man my uzi weighs more tons than Chuck’s and/ God damn my O.Z. worth more funds than clucks can/
Imagine so I send ‘em on to the next/ bless like the apostle with who’s name I guess/
Is shared like Buddha with good company/ but now you sold ya soul god bless the emcee/
Equality… me I see through three/ two to the one Zero Mosher scrolls flippin’ over/
See the true meaning to the words they be speaking/ learned ways seem strange when they change like the seasons/ But I bring equinox 2 solstice/ the ignorant get pissed/ but man I must dis/ No other color but them red appendages with the thick skulls attached/ heart attack reacts/
Bring on ya fuckin’ gattlin's man I’m bullet proof like Brinks/ as ya ship sinks/
The gats unload/ ya send an SOS but I scramble up the code/
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4. |
Beat Off/ EveryWhen
03:38
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“Beat Off” Lyric sheet
Aye yo it’s not every day you get robbed right? This shit is tight/
They got my ass twice the same night/
First a crack head caught the post dread slippin’/
Ran inside the cut with my sun roof chillin’/
On four inch open crackie was scopin’/
Hopin’ to reach in and get the door open/
And grab my lap top bag/
Got up in my ass like a piedmont fag/
With no lube this shit has got me in the mood to drink/
Carouse till I can’t even think straight/
I’m swervin’ run into the curb and/
How did I get to Spring St. from Irwin/
Avenue what I have to do/
Is stop by the club and drink some more brew/
So I step out my car like a super star status/
Thinking I was the baddest run up on some bad asses/
Busted my whole head took my whole fuckin' loot/
Ta boot they took the wallet off the chain/
And the ID with the name plate Zee/
I can’t buy no more brew/
Tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?/
“EveryWhen” Lyric Sheet
A thought that God is every man and woman in this human race/
Can lead to overstanding ignorance erased/
Replaced with power not obstructed/
Power to shape reality and awake/
Take a look around at what you see/
The same things are viewed by the next man differently/
And I’ve learned not to take one’s beliefs too seriously/
Even ones that matter to the mind of I/
Try to take whatever from everwhen then/
Put it in my crucible start to blend/
Send my energy through out the galaxy/
And come back more enlightened like the time of pre/
Fall of man green skin won’t even begin/
Towards the science of chloroplasm gold filled in limbs/
“Oh Shit” going on some science been known/
by the rabbi cabalists passed down from Elohim/
Through stages ages hard drives tablets to pages/
CD roms dot coms scrolls from sages/
Information been recycling/
360 the cipher seasons the yang and the yin/
I been way too deep in death them slices of sleep/
So far removed that all I’ve said is disproved/
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5. |
Some White
03:05
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“Some White” Lyric Sheet
Oh Zee coming out the pockets/
Got no gats you wanna battle bring ya wallets/
What’s up with that? Mine’s got but a stack/
Of a 20 a 10 a 1 a little bit a change/
Could of used my card ta charge but the account’s on E/
No bling-bling I swing that bill back ta B.G./
See times way back I rocked the mic while grippin’ on a bald nut sack/
I’m livin' hip hop most ya’ll livin’ wack/
“This is some white dude ain’t it?” comin' back/
Getting rough tough rugged/ my dick I drug it/
Through the sand like a side wind snake leaving Z’s/
Got my flow back gee I drink my brew out the green bottle/
“This is some white dude ain’t it?” yeah that’s my throttle/
gas ya up and then crash/ keep it on and just laugh/
Calculate god’s wrath with the aid of sacred math/
The type of guy that’s so fly if I jump at the sun/
I’d orbit around the shit and get my skin tan done/
On a first step mission admittin’ I’m most ill/
Intoxicate more than demons from right coast still/
The past been hazy the years stay rollin’/
Like the cars I stolen like the memories forgot/
For all the chicks that I fucked all the veins that I stuck/
Distract and disrupt foam from brew cans erupts/
Flows like lava holes in cloths from hot ash/
Burnt up all my cash keep my car in crash position/
Listen man I knew not what I do/
Must have been the devil in me drank a trough of his brew/
I got better things to do than spit lies at you/
“This is some white dude ain’t it?” true/
getting rough tough rugged/ my dick I drug it/
through the sand like a side wind snake leaving Z’s/
got my flow back gee I drink my brew out the green bottle/
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6. |
Empty Space
05:05
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“Empty Space” Lyric Sheet
My focus crazy short I’m living gamma rays/
Babylon rising it’s the last of days/
Some times I feel myself as worthy of praise/
Other times the pain’s so great that in my mind I stay/
By myself but the voices be clear and/
I’m hearing words instilling more fear and/
My god my god damn why have you left? /
We forced you to hide your face and we forced Christ to death/
But since my god’s my bitch I’m wondering which/
Interpretation of the word brings the heavenly gifts/
I’m living hell on earth in some flesh that’s a curse/
If I become like Christ could I ascend in this life? /
Mystically speaking I’m keeping the faith/
But in a universal conscious not a god with a face/
In cabala and physics I’m finding similarities/
Like big bang Kether singularities/
Quark and anti-quark like the light and the dark/
Of Chokmah and Binah proportional to Allah/
Will Tipharet cool down to form a neutron star? /
I don’t know some times my heart feels like a black hole/
All hope abandons ye who enter me here/
Event horizon staying static I’m crushing my beer/
God will see my end through eyes with out a face/
Virtual melanin filling up empty space/
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7. |
Dayze
02:54
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“Dayze” Lyric Sheet
Girl I live tomorrow I don’t live today/
So what you trying to say about the steeze I display? /
Get these everyday when I roll out my grave/
All in ya jaw before I step out my cave/
Polar tactics Magnum prophylactics/
Horse reaming ass squeezing breasts full of plastic/
Don’t feel right I’ll take a regular hun’/
And I’ll take my damn chances in this piece with no gun/
I mind my own style get wild with low profile/
Bitches talk shit behind my back and they smile/
In my face humans being mad fake/
While I keep it more real than most y’all can take/
Zesus I walk the path of the Christ/
Then shift change my level walk the path of the devil/
Ways of angels & demons storing essential semen/
In the jewels I’m holdin’ concocting a potion/
In a goddesses mouth esoteric motion/
A tantric state relating complete god/
Unio mystica butt naked pranya
Unborn male souls for the sacrificial/
Slaughtering tracks with the mic as my pistol/
“ I don’t need no gun” son I’m yin yangin’/
Fuckin’ up heads with esoterrorist slangin’/
Rocks the size of earth universe astro-turf/
Throw a sun like a nerf an old school soul from birth/
To death my soul encased in quartz/
Both sides of the force is with I Am/
The Abba and Amma mad love for Black and Rama/
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8. |
Know Thyselves' (Part 1)
02:56
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“Know Thyselves” Lyric Sheet
Yeah I’m wack smoke crack close to status of black out/
Drinking not thinking of a spiritual route/
But being the drunk monk claiming 4th ward Atlantis/
I’d down man cervesa score tar off the Spanish/
But this ain’t Univision more like double vision/
From too many drinks and Valium in my system/
I must have missed my day of fast/
Cuz my central’s full off nothing like the third eye gas/
After pranayama I’m finding samadhi/
In the back room sniffing crystal at ya party/
And laughin’ ya girl’s ass I’m grabbin’/
Smoking mad squares ‘till my lungs is collapsing/
Sometimes on stage drop my pants/
Down to the ground pull out my dick wave it around/
Mad brews I pound esoteric sound/
My label I cling to myself like static/
And if you heard get down you know that I’m an addict/
Use to shoot the boy use to shoot 'cain/
Now a days all I shoot is fly rhymes out my brain/
And shoot for the stars I travel space at a smooth pace/
Paying for my ancestors sins cuz of my face/
Environmental elemental magician/
I’m fuckin’ out so I hope that you listened/
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9. |
Da Tip
02:33
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“Da Tip” Lyric Sheet
I bees the one who bring or brung/
No fiction surrealism in my diction/
Word flows ta the pros and cons/
Word life points ta five remove ya heart with five knives/
Held by five surgeons generally I’m purgin’ on binges/
My ‘Didas kick doors off fucking hinges/
Coliseums packed for some shit that’s wack/
While I be keeping raps running my shit defact-/
Oh Zee’s chillin’ Rama’s chillin’ Black’s chillin'/
Like ice cream floats n’ scopes collide/
We divide like seas conquer emcees/
Take thrones and reign nourishment for seeds/
[Getting mad tall like trees and beets get done]
You’ve got to listen to keep from missing/
The meaning to the shit I write at night/
It’s the kush and the bush that I push like/
Drugs by some hard rock thugs psyche/
I use a mic transduce and get loose/
Chicks dig the voice others can’t hear/
Put q tips ta ears and man it gets clear/
Like some Zima or zomething take a zip and Zee
Oh shit represent brew like Billy D./
T’s be shakin’ up my steelo mad libido/
When I get some labium/
Dee heads to vulvae down my shaft don’t sway/
Zee pat that ass no wreck a whole fuckin new hole In ya/
Call it ya virginia/
When I get to trippin’ and mad brew sip in the mix/
Camcorders and chicks lickin’ dicks/
Fuck around and do some shit ya wouldn’t figure/
Like “ John Holmes the X-rated nigga.”/
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10. |
Eye of Wisdom
03:39
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“Eye of Wizdom” Lyric Sheet
Eye of wisdom wide open on track/
No feed back just Stat’ik pullin’ books from the attic/
Blow dust from pages ageless knowledge of sages/
Know vodoun like Haitians cast spells like mages/
Alchemical science so fly girls get my essence/
Merge into a higher presence and go senseless/
Some suggestions... #1 you is that: universal masses/
Solid liquid and gasses/
#2 I am so take it personal/
Identify with consciousness that’s Universal/
In the beginning there was a page n’ pen/
And then the word of god which my thoughts would send/
Through the microphone the words I sound transduce/
Like a breath to third eyesight or the breaks on ya Coup DeVille/
Back in the day refining my rhyme skill/
Riding bus 59 to the end of the line/
Over to Bolton strolling to 2009/
Fatty Labz Inc years ahead of my time/
I dwelt in spirit filled rooms/
Kept a chalice my mind balanced/
No malice just a will to complete a work that’s greater than all others/
Defame no others/
So brothers don’t get vex when I say/
Ya ignorance be the flip side of my/
“Ageless wisdom of the sages ignorance is…"
The flip side of these
“Most important scientific findings of our recent decades.”
Yo hold your breath/
And focus all attention to the place of the third eye/
When I practice what I preach on the mic I’m no lie
Word born of skin producing less melanin/
Than other shades of hue-man yet I overstand/
That it functions best through out my CNS/
Yes my eyes and ears and I still drink beers/
And I still do drugs circuit 4 through 8 trigger/
My aura grows strong taking hits from the bong/
Drop a dot of the mesc’/
Plant a bean of the X/
Crown chakra O.G. Oh Zee ‘pon LSD/
Paradigm free/
I ain’t rockin’ one view/
Of the world that I accept as absolute true/
I mix theory and myth up in a satellite dish/
The origins of man yo how (did) we get like this?
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11. |
Never Eat Shredded Wheat
03:23
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N/A
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Christ Poze
02:25
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For some reason the lyric sheet is not in the folder, and I am not typing them out again. My apologies.
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13. |
The Ethereal
03:13
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No lyric sheet for this one either. "I tour ATL in a bus sponsored by Reebok). Must have been 1996 when Defacto was playing Centennial Olympic Park!
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14. |
All Shook (Us)
02:40
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Everything rhymes with "Us" or "Zee" (for the most part).
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15. |
Get Down!
01:59
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N/A
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