The Best Man

I got the liquor bottle in my left hand
I know I'm not the model of the best man
I got the marijuana in the next hand
please forgive me lord I'm not the best man x2

I'm not the best man
I cram before exams
demand that I'm the man
when i can't even stand.
I break plans
so I can tape 40's to my hands
yellin fuck y'all to an audience of fans.
Me and my my mans
sit and dine and ditch from Tam's
quick to tell a dumb punk bitch to scram.
I ditch cops, sit up on the roof
and pitch rocks. Raise my middle finger
when i roll and miss stops.
I SMOKE daily
while i'm guzzlin Baileys,
obnoxious in the morning
when I'm stumbling crazy.
I think I'm made-
that's to call a spade a spade,
kick unsuspecting targets to display my rage
when it's judgment day
maybe that's when I'll pay
until then i'll be sinking in your ship for free.
I stay up perked till six-oclock in the morning
and deprive my epidermis of its melatonin.
I disrupt silence/ perpetuate violence
and what's worse I'm tellin everybody to try this.

I got the liquor bottle in my left hand
I know I'm not the model of the best man
I got the sticky ganja in the next hand
I know I'm not the model of the best man

I'm a new-fangled monster red of tooth and claw.
Flesh rippin fangs bone crushin jaw.
Raw lyrics ain't from my body, but my spirit.
I ain't passed on, but won't last long, so you fear it.
I can do more sets than you can do reps.
Gentlemen place your bets if you up to the test.
One of the best.
Only second when next to the:
F-O to the N-I-X.
Rolled up in the car down to smoke a b-legitimate,
I gots two or three eigths down to roll every bit of it.
Its just a kick back where we rip raps.
Don't get our beers taxed by lame suckas with no cash.
Even though we got evicted my homies stay lifted.
We smokin like its nobody's business, and it isnt.
SO why you actin so damn concerned,
with the styles that we kickin and the life we observe.
You should learn what you preach every person as an equal,
or every hateful tragedy will have itself a sequel.
Evil neighbor, hateful labor, opposite of a home maker, suenos breaker.
Ain't got enough paper to stop this hater, so we lay low and deal with Larry later.
We tried to live how we live,
gots treated like kids and kicked straight to the curb and told thats how it is.
But not on my watch.
I gots a full grown cock, my nuts done dropped, guaranteed to rock the spot.
How you gonna tell Mac-K to stop?
If this was the wild west I'da filled you right full of buck shot.
With me on the stage coach, puffin on a fat roach.
With your cash in the back and your wife on the track.
So keep your hands off my mike.
Cause its reserved for rhymes that ride rhythms out of site. A'ight?

Music

Well I spark from the start
Did you ever know?
My musical collection is endless in its growth.
Billy bobs, techno-snobs, post-modernist grunge,
classical to swing, early rock, be-bop, and smoking guns,
jazz, harmonic fads, country, bluegrass, electric,
hardcore punk, funk, salsa, anything eclectic.
Music?
I think it's the essence of my soul,
a harrowing clarinet and snare drum slowly rolls.
Feel it in my body
hard to put the feeling in words,
sweeping like the tide
eardrum inside a steady surge,
if I was to arrange all my favorite tunes-
it would unfold poetic
like a flower in its bloom.

Music. sticks close never lose it
Music. reigns supreme don't abuse it.
Songs. Ephemeral perpetual bombs.
Songs. With every dusk and every dawn.
Life. Reduced to a rhythm.
Life. I think the angels are singing.

I can see you right now
You're sittin in your room.
Your dad hates my tunes
He's from the baby boom.
But hold on a second,
it will take 5 minutes max
as I express 20 minutes of thought
in times passed.
So grab your parent, a lover, or a friend.
Let em know about the words
Encourage them to Listen.
Don't pretend
If you groove defend my stance
but don't forget to decode my scripture
like when you enhance.
Dance hard with passion
tell a kid if he's asking,
cause 8th graders won't catch it if you're kickin it passed em.
Blast em with advisory
ask why adults are trying me,
reason substance applies to all ages cause I try to be
universal.
Without corporate oligarchy in a circle,
emanate teachings in role reversal
with ensuing rehearsal.
So from hip hop heads
stuck of Low End Theory
or De La Soul Is Dead
this is my probe do you feel me?
To children tuning in thinking days are history
Tupac and Big are classics,
should you be asking me?
I'm just a student to the movement- hip hop revolution
you're in included but deluded screamin fuck institution.
music is my soul, music is my mind.
music is my freedom stuck in social confines.
So seek it, lack of tunes is a weakness
girls can get down but vibration is the deepest.
Feel it, all genres unite.
one nation, one groove, one tune, one mic
at a time
we climb instrumentally boundless,
atmosphere full of life cause the music has found us.

Music. Hold her tight never lose it
Music. It's the truth don't confuse it.
Songs. Make it right when it's wrong.
Songs. Play each day and beyond.
Life. It's reduced to a rhythm.
Life. I think the angels are singing.

Music. sticks close never lose it
Music. reigns supreme don't abuse it.
Songs. Ephemeral perpetual bombs.
Songs. With every dusk and every dawn.
Life. Reduced to a rhythm.
Life. I think the angels are singing.

Mack-1o, Eric Clapton,
Talib, Stevie-Ray,
Tchaikovsky, RBL Posse,
Jobim, Marvin Gaye,
Billy Holiday, Hancock, Rolling Stones
and The Roots,
Bob Marley, Bob Dylan, Bob Seger in Cowboy boots.
A wildflower passion for artistic expression
running all in tandem
overcoming the tension.
Take a ride on this wheel,
melodically connected,
never stops spinning- every soul will be affected.
Browse a record store:
extend your life for decades,
pick up on motifs-
the way the sounds are often replayed.
Feel the artist's message,
dance with their unique vision,
lyrics to communicate
transcendence & superstition.
19 years old: bold and belligerent,
yearning to discover
yet sometimes still ignorant.
Fonix and Blondehat-
add this CD to this abyss,
just another recording in this nebulous matrix.
Finding our own niche,
digging another ditch,
joining this tapestry that is
endlessly being stitched.
So to the listeners: dare I ask?
Turn your volume to the max
hypnotize you to a trance
rhyme flows delivered, tempo's fast.
one song one pen one feeling one mic
three heads chillin, listenin, somehow we all unite.
play a note, play a chord, pick a string, blow a horn.
translate your emotions to a sound, you'll feel reborn.
Music is my mind but it's also in my heart,
so let's all sing this chorus- turn our feelings into art.


Music. sticks close never lose it
Music. reigns supreme don't abuse it.
Songs. Ephemeral perpetual bombs.
Songs. With every dusk and every dawn.
Life. Reduced to a rhythm.
Life. I think the angels are singing.

Dana Point

Together we cross the desolate road.
A tattered group of disaffected youth,
silhouettes in a sun of gold.
We're at a turning point, our lives will change forever.
The helm of a bloodless revolution impending
like the coming weather.
So here we stand, hand in hand,
trust no god, just our hearts and this land.
I can see so far
It's Dana Point,
the point of no return under the north star.
Well it's time we've had too much
and it's enough, gonna pack our stuff,
ride the highest cloud puff.
We're young and we're so resilient,
a brilliant crowd, together
our souls will spawn millions.
We have the power to change this whole fucking world
and we're only a group of 4 guys and 3 girls.
Well I can see it
we can all see Dana Point-
the surfers ride the waves
and the old men roll the joints.
Call this a revolution
an evolution of the free,
Dana Point Darwinism will stomp hypocrisy.
I know what you're thinking:
I'm an egotistical being,
you think I know it all
and every girl wants my blue jeans.
But the truth is this-
you can dis
or you can lead,
and it's the latter part
of which I wholly believe.
When no one else steps up I will hold the torch,
the flame can be seen from your California porch.
We're moving to a place where the sun meets the moon,
harmony and balance, a season in full bloom.
We'll all serve a function that exceeds simple commerce,
do what we please
a family of shot-callers.
Make a culture that denies social distinctions,
stop the perpetuation of animals' extinction.
Be just See just pee in the wind.
He loves she everyone can be friends.
No more shame in this game
Take pride in the fact that we're not the same.
We look to the point that's becoming so vivid.
Dana Point is the point
can't you all feel it?

Why do we look to the point?