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1. |
The Cage (Intro)
01:08
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2. |
I Can't Wait
03:08
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I Can’t Wait (repeat)
he said he would do it, he’s so set in his ways
when he says he’ll pursue it, he’s gonna show you the way
haters won’t get in the way, we never felt so awake
later they’ll say, oh damn, they did do whatever it takes
ok, all we have are the words; all we have are the word
so have you heard, that sheep was running the herd
last one to leave, know that we’re coming in first
at the finish line, we won’t wonder what we've done for the world
nothing is sure; except effort and passion for work
pass me the mic — and tonight, we gon’ show ‘em a verse
we’re nobody’s saviours — we all participate first
we could be brave with the hurt, you’re here, there is reason for birth
we belong; with a song, make meaning on earth
he’s been meaning to have a meeting with god, show ‘em a verse
When you’re blessed with a curse, you know yesterday’s worth
So whatchu heard? You know we do it to serve
Prechorus:
I can’t go back if i wanted
I’ve been at it for too long
Turned my back on my demons
Now i’m redeeming my soul
Turned my dreams into really really real
Y’all dont know
I only do what i wanna
Whatever’s good for my soul
And i can’t wait for it, no!
he said he would do it, he’s got something to prove
watch him using the music, he’s got people to move
a human to be, a truth to uncover, he’s building a team
that’s feeling the dream, with good rhythm and vision to see
in position to teach, within him, there's a mission to reach
and ambition to be a leader with the team that we keep,
and the blood & the family that’s been given to me
to listen is free, so i lay some wit and wisdom on beats
offer ignition to each, i could do this in my sleep
really do this in my sleep, i wake up to dreams,
Not as hard as it seems, even if some years pass,
i know who i’m determined to be, you can’t deter me
my crew's feeling real dutiful, make something beautiful
I’m making mixtapes so I can rap at my funeral
This is for my day ones, i won't need vacations
cuz imma live em days that i don’t need to escape from
(Prechorus)
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3. |
How High
02:40
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Chorus:
One day I´m gon´ touch the sky
Time flies but so do I
Oh my my, oh my
Now I decide just how high
Verse 1:
People messing with energy, let’s keep sentiments straight
settin’ em straight, when i got my own M.O.
tryna calibrate, my time you waste
this life is short, so my kind of space
ain’t got idiots in it, i count the minutes until my fate
my spirit is sacred, until i meet my maker, my way,
imma keep on making, i stay
tryna meet my greatness halfway
i´m tryna awaken my state
the situation is telling
hell, sorry i can’t hear you over my ancestors yelling
Pre:
We gon’ rise
We on the come up
We´ll be fine
We’ve had enough, uh
We gon’ be ok
We gon’ be ok (say)
we gon’ be ok (Say)
We gon’ be ok now
Chorus
Verse 2:
My name’s inconvenient, ay
that’s how i like it
it holds experience, stories, fights and my life all inside it
i like my skin how it is
i sing when i feel pain
rappers claiming that real talk, but i rhyme with my real name
see here
i know the feeling is there
see my people dreaming, exceed in the face of despair
beating the evils that keep us seated
we’re clearing the air, fearing no man
and people fighting to see what is theirs
Pre-chorus
Chorus
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4. |
All Good (ft. Wundrkut)
03:27
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This is for the lessons and the stresses, everything I’ve been defeated by
for my beating heart and the parts of us that we redefine
no longer sleep deprived, i just wanna see me rise
i feel alive, and now i got more drive than the Sea 2 Sky
i breathe a sigh of relief, i see the signs and believe
i’m feeling fine because i’m finally realigning with me
divine and dreams i’m finally finding in reach,
we could listen to ourselves, i think it’s time that we speak
when we finally see ourselves, i think we find what we seek
they’re called reflections for a reason, so we mind what we mean
new directions that you dream before you’re laid to your sleep
are you playing yourself or are you playing for keeps?
are you paying attention into your own energy?
and staying out of the way of being your own enemy?
and being the reason that you can love yourself when it seems
everything’s falling apart at the seams, it’ll be
all good, all good
i walk the talk, so when they jock, i tell em get to stepping
i’m up at AM, at the radio i’m yelling FM
stationed on my patio chair, rocking’ denim
i condemn ‘em with their penning, shades on, son never settles
the sun was never raising, i thought i’m never rising
but we can't rush horizons, timing leads to lines aligning
i’m just trying get higher, uh, not tryna get hired, but
i’ll raise every lion up, and make it happen now
feeling awesome, think i’m the common denominator
uncommonly dominating, offing haters often
soon as i was off hiatus
rockin stages to bobbin’ faces, giving ‘em comp tickets and some odd sensations
thanks for compliments but i don’t wanna get complacent
no competition, cuz it ain’t a competition, face it,
vis a vis, see me in first place, tete a tete, be so ahead, forget it
only credit's on your Visa statement
we might put the whole city on our back
where the jerseys at
they ain’t seen us work at that,
or heard the raps, or serve the scene, or learn the craft
i ain’t seen a better team to earn the rep
or burn a set
i can’t name a team that held court since the grizzlies left
i get mine
and i still get busy assisting
the game’s different we ain't playin' with the same vision
we gon make the game listen
ain’t with us in the gym
we came with it
Irving knows
i only practice game winners
so tell me why the loudest ain’t got nothing to say
cuz now the quiet gotta riot just to offer a way
been lost and i thought that i lost my timing but that rhyming would help
when i went looking for an answer, i was finding myself
like who would expect that dude would come and ruin the set
these dudes couldn’t get how Kuya was getting used to respect
only the realest had a clue that their Kuya could flex
Vancouver’s best kept secret, y'all can tell ‘em who’s next
all good
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5. |
HEATCHECK!
04:06
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i’m feeling real good
so i gotta tell you a story
i dropped two mixtapes and my fam was for me
yet my name gets missed,
i don’t wanna make your lists
think i’m in a whole different category
dawg, whether or not you think i’m dopest
i’ll make a living with the homies i was broke with
i’m speaking to heroes, and fearing no equal
and keeping appearance while hearing my people
cuz i could show you what’s good
and i thought i had nobody to be
til i realized nobody is me
so that really means it seems that nobody is you
so find something to do, just know i see something in you
most laughed when i had ‘em hear
my first drafts, can i have ya ears?
now you wonder what happened here?
i did in half a year what most cats won’t have in their whole career
now come on
Chorus
now he’s that dude that
do that smooth rap on the boom bap
and he use rap to move cats
and now his name all in your group chat
swoop
and when the ask who’s got next
look ‘em in the eye and yell heatcheck
because i look around the whole town
nobody else lookin’ like they got now
be the rapper that you adore
baddest bars, even better with the rapport
mad scores, if ya wonder if i’ll rap more
i feel like steph curry from half court
i won’t say that i told you so
but you should listen to your older bro
imma beat your bets, ya ain’t believe me yet?
they call me keith in the street
see my heat make the people sweat
heatcheck
oh you’re digging me now
why the deepest gotta be underground
cuz the vision is loud, i’m just reverse engineering it now
i bet in 5 years, still tryna figure it out
do i have to say the accolades, the path i paved
the maps i made i laid in raps
like i think the way that chess plays
and when i say heatcheck, dawg i really mean checkmate
Chorus
what if i never leave my day job
i mean i'm killing it without having a day off
now imagine what happens after this pays off
do a good job, or else they better lay off
i knew this wouldn’t be a way to the wealth
but i knew it was a way outta hell
ain't no telling dreams will ever come true
i might sleep and i'll never come to,
then at least it was a way to myself
so what’s next
they think i’m cooking with magic
damnit this reality’s happening how i planned it
francis
ain’t a whack millennial rapping
this one has more drive than two millennium falcons
i ain’t even stunting i’m just telling the truth
cuz now everybody’s frontin, while i’m still still in the booth
i can’t stop so tell me what i’m supposed to do
ya boy making more waves than the ocean do
so what’s good?
Chorus
i gotta put my family on
when the cat got the knack bad crafting a song
clapback whack cats when they slacking and wrong
i grew up with karaoke, so you’re rapping along
y’all sloppy it shows, been watching your shows
no beef but you're looking like the sloppiest joes
--cocky when you rocking, but you’re chicken in flow
i got WSDM in the chops like the barber i go
the farther i go, the further i see
i learned to believe all the flames that were burning in me
the purpose to be, the best-verse version of Francis
now i’m sparked with the fire that you ain’t matching
my heart never tires, that dude can’t catch him
show my whole hand, and they still can’t catch it
ohh
y’all better get used to this
even the industry’s curious
whenever kuya spits
Chorus
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6. |
Sunrise at Mt. Pleasant
04:31
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(mean what you say and what you portray)
what is this, what is bad
what is good, what good is that
what is my purpose, and what is its purpose
what's tryin too hard, what is imperfect
what if my works worthless, what if my worth wordless
what if they draft me on the first version
am i the third charm, or the worst wordsmith
what if my hurt surfaced, could i subvert burdens
Or my herd heard this, got some birds perching
then my verse worsens, damn - curse my verses
But i will verse hurdles, and think to urge persons
to murmur words early, and hurl their worries furthest
i’m on the verge sergin, i need a stern talking
got the nerds bobbin, i got a firm offer
what if i earned purses, moreso my terms earned em
what if i writers block, i could avert curtains
i will emerge earnest, could i merge verdicts
I spit that burn sternum, reflection eternal
what if i tried hard, what if i found god
what if these lines fall flat and my minds gone
what if my crew loves or hates all of it
or the world does the opposite
what if my crew loves or hates all of it
or the world does the opposite
Chorus
what’s living if i ain’t getting no peace of mind
why try if the people won’t even see the shine
i’ve been trying i’ve been trying, but at what cost
i guess i’m just a lost cause
(repeat)
i see it’s all changing now
with bigger stages now
...plus you’re looking relatively famous, wow
played for crowds
a couple thou made you a couple thou?
so now you call it quits, and you go all in, you might double down
face the doubt
who really knows how this is playing out
what’s the point of wealth
if you can't help yourself get outta hell
the fame don't feed you
the pain don’t need you
the game don’t see you
would you tell a peasant to aim for crowns
— now you’re waiting on some payments now
when a year ago, all you had were dreams that some people would hear you flow
people know your lyrics
at the concerts, they sing em loud
came to make music
is that the reason you stay in town?
What? do you need medal now?
and you’ll never plan to settle down?
cuz no one’s at your level now?
settle down, one day you’ll set it down
Chorus
what’s living if i ain’t getting no peace of mind
why try if the people won’t even see the shine
i’ve been trying i’ve been trying, but at what cost
i guess i’m just a lost cause
(repeat)
so what they think they talk bout
all they do is talk doubt
but you dropped out of college
to listen to college dropout
learning most lessons
out the classroom, goin' on bout
dreaming one day with all the music you’ll help your moms out
i know you're going all out
now you're going all in
and then some
maybe more the outcomes might be income
and you could make your mom proud
and build fam a kingdom
or queendom
and now your dreams
they don’t even seem dumb
these plans are unreal
they ain’t even seen them
so think it up
imagine if ancestors were seeing us
keep singing the songs
spent too long being unsung
your soul was feeling empty
hole was greater than some sum
knowledge in your dreams
and found wisdom in your genes
and found poems in your skin
and found freedom in your team
when you call it quits, might be the city’s best to do it
but don’t sweat it for now, somebody's gotta make the music
Chorus
what’s living if i ain’t getting no peace of mind
why try if the people won’t even see the shine
i’ve been trying i’ve been trying, but at what cost
i guess i’m just a lost cause
(repeat)
(break)
sorry what i said before
i called to settle scores
i know you metamorphed
and i don’t wanna meddle more
i don’t think i’ve met a more
driven dude with metaphors
from this town
i get your sound
i'm headed out
i’ll get the door
i listened to your mixtapes
and hit em more than i’ll say
no you ain’t a disgrace
i take it back, now i’ll say
i hope you eat well
sleep well
get your ass out of retail
you’re damn good
say what’s up for me
i hope the fam's good
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7. |
Open Gym
02:50
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In this rap game, i'll get mad play
While im that free agent, it’s FA
OK see, they made their own cuts, you know i had to post it up, guess this that new dub, call this JP
they be the NBA trying to play me, all up in your RTZ
y’all weak as Harden D, bet Lavine couldn’t throw down hard as me
feel like OG convinced Carter plus the Carter 3
just been layin’ low, been doing’ my R&D
Buggin for a Lola, chill listenin’ to R&B
We could lay up, Redick or Thompson 3
Bibby on the mic, feelin’ vancouver grizzly
pardon me, I mean apart from me — like, who puts better bars to beats
and gets wilder on the mic than Charles Barkley
I cross words, Crawford, CP3
these benchwarmers comin for the starters seat
So who got next? (You got next!)
i guess it's me tonight, cuz last time somebody 5’9 brought kryptonite
between the lines just like this: Nate was clearing Dwight
put it on the webb like Spud, we gon’ dream, we gon’ leave all them judges stunned
Best believe that it's me who'll be pulling stunts,
and when they see that i’m flu game sick, imma hit em with a MJ shrug
you know they had to scheme in they huddles
way i’m taking shots that's deeper than curry from the tunnels
while they think of their rebuttals, i ain’t TD or Russell,
but catch me at your local Timmy’s getting that double double
jokes in your post - what? it it's the off season
i'll feed the post while postin’ the feed
feeling’s life’s He Got Game, i'm playing Jesus
spit like KG, screamin’ where the screen is
So who got next? (You got next!)
Rap game podcast longform, Durant was a longhorn
i was a sophomore at home before games at 4PM
workin my form watching more vids of Jordan, Coach Carter encores, and dreaming of 4th quarters until i was on floor
now i’m AI the way i get to the lines, and break em down how the rhymes get em shook
at times, i handle the talk how Chris Paul handle the rock, and then i feelin like magic, just singing my baby hooks, uh
These days I'm more Bll Murray than Steph Curry
No hurry, why I hit the gym early
Oh you in the gym wow, how you're so slimmed down
You trim now, that rim lookin real big now, ball out like K Low
body em! playin’ good D, except im reaching out
Tryna make a hit with the refs, while they speakin’ foul
Offensive, hanging on the net like a ledgie
John wall on the breaks, the way that they couldn't get me
These tracks go from DNP to MVP, I'm Javale McGee actin’ a fool
Lifes about taking shots, I mean following thru
Rap game Efren Reyes way I’m callin’ em too
So who got next? So who got next?
I'm on point on guard, on par with the monstars
Used to relive my glory days, now I write tomorrow's golden age
You're mistaken if this music is a dang phase
Squad been making tunes put that space jam in your jam space
When I was in my Kobe year, I was trying not to fadeaway
Now I feel the lane opening, the beat’s feeling like an open gym
game
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8. |
Back At It
03:27
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ya boy's bringing the bars back
with the force of star wars menacing rocking all black
where’s your heart at? this that brown brother
under cloud cover at night like yelling out where the stars at
i thought celebrity meant you made it cuz y’all rap, aw man
when i’m on it, i’m honest, comments go aw damn
been building, gon need a hard hat — who you kidding
i'm literally teaching children this art rap
so fall back
come on dad
tell em that all fam are killing whatever they chose to go on at
i go on stage with my songs, yet
they sleep on ya man
i leave ‘em in my wake, while waking up the squad, damn
heard ‘em say they so ahead of the game
dawg, in kindergarten, 4 years ahead of my grade
see, they really had to hold me back
shouldn’t have told me that
who else can say that they make clichés slap
ya boy’s back at it
uh uh, ya boy’s back at it
Vancity’s ambassador's rap magic
i’m at-bat and i’m feeling like stat-padding
i burn whacks like candles, with gas in it
craftsmanship carpenter’s can’t match with practicing
expanding trains of thought, rap jim pattison, dawg
ya boy’s back at it
peep the passion, now i’m active with it
cats getting curious
but you know what happens to em
when all of this hits the fan
my hits hit my fans
imma be the last one standing with em
make it happen with us
i’ll make ‘em happy spitting
mark my messages, i move the net like Messier
i’m playing everyday until they’re messing with it
there’s no settling, the rap game’s alien
i can’t find life or intelligence
y’all better check the kid
i have the whole demo rocking my demos, digging the depths of it
ain’t a betting man, but til you find a better man
i strengthen grip
you better tell the kids
no more celebrities, celebrate your relatives
who’s dat in your neighbourhood? ooooh you know my neighbour’s good
won’t try to be relevant, i'm tryna be related to fellow kids
who didn’t know they were meant to spit
truth like a weapon, give ‘em spectacles with spectacles
imagine what 2020 is
we got more to live
and got more to give
i’m back at it
ya boy’s back at it
backwards...
i’m not getting flexing if
you’re just another "male voice" forgetting about checking your “messages", dawg
i found my “calling", so get to it, y'all
this might be the answer to your questions, so "pick up” the song
imma keep on spitting til the new school’s ripping me off
and the old school is giving me props
my own school calling me Prof
ya boy’s back at it
ya boy’s back at it
effortless, i’m pensive with the penmanship
independent repping and spending sessions to better it
now get with it
trust i'm getting better at not getting competitive
but it gets to me when everything’s getting repetitive
ever forgettable with topics i'm not getting
cuz they rap about things that they’re actually not getting,
y’all tenants with all of this property i see you renting
that vancouver special, i said it was me building
cuz i own it when i’m on it, like francis like whatchu saying?
i go all in when I'm touring cuz the game’s all imitations
i’m being patient — whose line is it anyways
i call it mockery, Colin would make a better MC
jocking these empty imitators like anyday
sensei sensing all the sentences a better way
uh uh ya boy’s back at it
ya boy’s back at it
y’all shouldn't get a nice guy mad
especially when he rhymes like that and writes like mad
and stubborn kinda like my dad
you’re surprised i rap
you ain’t heard right, only nice guys last
cuz who else is nice and actually nice like that
somebody said that i rhymed like cats
i said thanks, but i disagree
and only i rhyme like me
they say i’m better if i leave it alone
but i be in the zone
and spitting gives me reason leaving my home
imma lead til i’m gone
somebody leave the cameras on
who else gonna rap
and say what i can
how i can in a song
somebody tell me i’m wrong
cuz years from now when i’m gone
hear em saying it was me all along
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9. |
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Tell 'em you're cookin' with magic
They talkin' 'bout practice
And don't know the half
This is our living room, home court advantage
You're walking your path, and finding your balance
Trusting your map, challenging rambles
Questioning answers, stray from the pack
Fam are your anchors
Because if life isn't art, then what are we crafting
What does it mean to be happy
What is a dream without action
You’re flipping with the script, and you're asking
Can you really live without acting
Cuz you cannot spit without dancing
Your life is your canvas, channel your passion
Change all the channels, channel the planets, dammit
Be your own living example
Keep bumping your drafts, and try to keep channelin' Zac
Put wings on your back, and things in your bag, and sing ‘em some magic
Understand where you're standing, they couldn’t stand it, raising the standard
Give ‘em a sample, this is resistance
Laugh at the system, laugh at the system
Make your sandbox, just never build your castle on sandlots
Can’t kill kingdoms just by saying lots
Life full of chapters, we are the authors
We got water and air, they take it in often
Let us pick up on our calling
All of us really have something to offer
When there ain't no rain
There ain't no flowers
(repeat)
Do you (repeat)
What if I wait but my day ain't coming
Threw it all away and I'm made for nothing
I know what they say, am I wasting something
No way
Just do your thing
Just do your thing
What else there to do
Do you
What else there to do
Do you
What else there to do
Do you
We like rhymes reaching and teaching
We like reason when it’s rhyming
The future is written in our eyelids
But we're wondering where the sign is
You are the love of your life
When you need guidance
Look inside and
Come with compassion, mission of passion
Companions to ride with
Community striving to guide you
A compass for deciding, something to remind us
When the fight gets tiring, and light starts dying
We’re still here and still smiling
We threw a pair of dice at whatever paradise is
like if paradise ain’t apparent
I’m fine, daring til I find mine
Paradigms in my state of mind
I hope that you know this
All my homies, I hope you know this
You shine, and you got your soul still
Shine homie, you’re on your solstice
Paradise could be wherever you thrive
Oasis could be like somewhere inside
Find it, wish you rhythm and timing
Everything aligning
When there ain't no rain
There ain't no flowers
(repeat)
Do you (repeat)
What if I wait but my day ain't coming
Threw it all away and I'm made for nothing
I know what they say, am I wasting something
No way
Just do your thing
Just do your thing
What else there to do
Do you
What else there to do
Do you
What else there to do
Do you
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10. |
Slam (Interlude)
00:56
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papa was a rolling stone and mama was a solid rock
remember when we lost our green, our choices costed us our moss
i got busy penning poems, i was always one to talk a lot
unknowingly mom got me the smallest book of some poetry from Pac
rose that grew from concrete, i didn’t know then it would mean a lot
in between skipping classes, hopping jobs, or working on my stop and pop
thoughts of when i used to watch my pop get the ball
and beat the clock with me watching with dreams of shots
daydreams kept me sane, i filled the margins with schemes to not
remember homework doesn’t matter when home hurts and you fear your thoughts
used to hang in hallways early flirting with this one girl who got
why i wrote these poems always, even when my homies thought
“nawwwww, you the smartest jock, all this nonsense gotta stop
why you off in corners writing corny songs on your own a lot?”
one time she asked: “why you always writing or balling? don’t you want all of this?”
i thought i’d polish songs to save my life, ball for a scholarship
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11. |
Watch Your Mouth
02:22
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i knew it’s true that i do move in silence
but they’re foolish when they introduce me that's the problem
when I do get acknowledged, it's often some
"umm, Francis is from… uh... some dude with the cool projects?"
that multi-hyphenate, with multis rhyming with
elegance, intelligence, eloquence with a smile and wit
the gift of gab in a childish fit
catch me in the lab writing the wildest shiii
chilling with the finest witch
this your sign to sit, silencing critics
i’m so outside the box, forgot how to be in it
see that y’all been out of line, out of time for a minute
i got business on my mind while I’m minding my business
won’t say i’m one in a million, but it’s silly i feel a way
when really i’m still the only one this ill in the building
they don’t know that i’m brilliant, they don’t know what i’m building,
all they see are the ceilings, while all i see are the children
and my community winning, against the usual villains
get used to the feeling, might get used to the millions
success to me isn't me eating with wealth
it’s all my people and their people eating as well
not just feeling myself, I just feel like myself
i don’t need to speak out, results speak for itself
so watch your mouth
so watch your mouth
i'm doing things different cuz i'm wanting something different
i keep it moving even only if two people listen
i’m speaking truth, that's on you if you miss it
i’ve had the dreams, schemes, teams, the movement and the vision
the attitude to see it through
drop out of your business school, guest lecture in a week or two
nothing that i need to prove, i’m knowing me best
see i’m the type to drop out so a white man can't claim my success
yess, all i do is make change and magic with winners
and make space to make sense of the wisdom within us
i make bets, take chances, knowing nothing is given
all while some still over claim and just underdeliver
i’m so under the weather with it, cynical spit is ill-fitted
to the industry’s illnesses, but i’m still kickin
free and stylish while people tryna sign a deal
i’m here sick and cold, but they're tryna go viral still
i don’t know what i don’t know, unsettling
like what if i’m wrong and they’re all so far ahead of me
what if i don’t glow up, blow up or show up t'everything
i’ll still get my dough up, grow up in longevity
---y’all are stressed out, and are stressing me
i’m just testing out what works out for all of me and my legacy
hero systems in the industry, but y’all won’t hear the truth
i’ll see you in a year or two, I’m moving how my heroes do
watch your mouth
so watch your mouth
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12. |
Good Game
03:09
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At the core of it, we're thinking of an applenum
we mac pro on any bonita macintosh
this that guy called best, don’t get it wrong
put me on like those jeans of yours or your favourite song
when those days are long and all you do is daze along
while your playlists and your make-up are fading off
itunes into you and you give me pause
do it off the record, then recline and rewind it all
do i mind it? naw, honest the reason
yuh, i’m done shuffling, i’d rather repeat one
get with the program and update you now
cuz casual OSX softwares me out
full of punchlines, but really it’s serious
looking for an answer, wish i could siri us
they hardly use their pads, on the real
like some thick old models has em spinning their wheels
perusin’ YouTube tryna find some new...boobs?
don’t need no B.S., i think i mean a new ‘boo’
tradin’ in my Fubu for whatever dudes do
to get a nice steal like records up at Zulu
thinkin’ that some new shoes improve my game
like, should i buy new Jordans? ladies love cool J’s...don’t they?
the image of me today
is stupid singin’ ‘bout women like B2K
so if this love’s a game, these players would know
we’re endin’ up board, we’re messin’ with x’s for oh’s
We get more down, a pass for the next goal
we hail Mary’s but we end up in the friend zone
she said so, i’m playing it dead wrong
now i gotta reboot, need Andraia to my Enzo
now did you get the memo in the innuendo?
i’m a nice fine fellow and just lookin’ to mellow, so hello
but past the hormones and all of the corny poems
i'm on the floor alone listening to Norah Jones
girl i couldn't pick up, our connection’s broken so
all my lines were twisted way more than a corded phone
in a dorky tone, no cojones, hoping no
shoes, no shirt, i’m at your service, check ya open clothes
hopeless - i'm calling singles with my Solo phone
runnin’ after women with my English, call that Lolo Jones
jones on the track, thinkin’ bout marryin’
one photogenic as Jones, so duh/soda i'm picturing
to drink her in thinkin’ that the prob with it is
there's no magic, if she thinks i'm just looking for tricks
so i’m singing Me and Mrs. Jones low into my bedroom wall
got a jones for you, mighty gone ‘til the break of dawn
a daft punk, no odds getting a lucky doll
that dating game's bingo, there's some numbers that are never called
then i'm goin’ Crazy playing K-Ci & JoJo songs
like if fly chicks fly away i'm supposed to yell "YO-YO" 'til she's in my palm
like i ain't a man if i ain't backstage at the pro-bono show
After raisin’ the roofie, rockin' mad logos, holdin' a Solo, with Jo Jo pouncin' on my PoGo bone
singin’ "Started from her bottom!" while yelling YOLO
gettin’ brains thinking she's a dodo
and gettin’ frisky risking the Maury show
oh no
I think I found my Carmen San Diego
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13. |
Sunrise at Creekside
02:50
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when im looking back on my rapper days
it won’t be for awards or the accolades
or the racks or massive plays
i stayed for the fam i made
and every single thing i had to say
before the day i pass away
what I’m trying to lay - this stays more than rhymes
and i’m tryna leave my legacy immortalized
and not forget to stay hydrated and moisturized
with a longlist of homies, lookin' like Polaris Prize
I’ve been seeing signs not seeking to sign
And even being more mindful of me and just reaching for mine
I don’t need a break, catch a break, or a break from my drive
I stay in my own fine, now that i’ve been aligned
And shifting in my mind state, flow rhythm and timing
I’ve been at home, working, trying to understand the assignment
Never bout the medals, staying focused to finish lines
Just a bronze boy finding gold in the silver lining
when the beat’s on, i’m to be noticed
life’s too short to be loosely focused
i out rhyme every dude that’s local
i move through every mood, bipolar
i’m bout time, when i do seem closer
i might put through my two week notice
on toonie postage, follow dreams and be RV coasting
i’m softly open, the hard part’s having hearts that’s hoping
i find balance in my dreams like beams when coping
i’m writing my two week notice
because i’m trying to find my locus
i mean i'm trying to find my place
a space where it’s safe, i can stay and recognize my face
cuz like, i'm tired of being hopeless, and from my lowest
i found hope one moment, then i changed approaches
remembered magic, i mean i regained pocus
move slow, i know i’m getting closer
When I don’t make the team, I just make a team
Dreaming out loud while scheming everything, make a scene to change the scene
imagination as liberation in everything
We make real change, and dreams real, when we change the game
I’m not playing, I say what I mean
mean what I say, cuz everyday playing is really what gave me means
they might stay for vanity or aim for fame but see
i play for my fam and me, feeling free in our agency
I’m spending countless days in the booth
as I’m making these days count while always saying my truth
I blaze trails but real aim’s to pave the way for the youth
I may fail but if I find myself, then what did I lose?
So what if I choose to sign myself, align what’s felt
or help and redefine what’s wealth, prioritize being well
I deeply wonder what we’re able to do
stay independent, i’ll let these records make labels for you
lately i’ve been thinking what my inner child needs
wondering what’ll give the kid a smile, help him feel free
when it’s feeling wild, what’ll help him feel grounded, breathe
what does he feel, what does he know, what does he see
it’s this inner wisdom, that’s feeling true to me
it’s this inner rhythm, that’s moving through to me
now i’m moving with him, and there’s room to dream
showing up for me is showing up for my community
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14. |
Get Buckets
04:45
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(there’s fire in the water, never let me go)
Y'all think i'm so whack, i’m wondering what that’s bout
Say my flow's weak, and I'm sure your drafts tap out
Vancity Buzzed, i get you roasted you like a fat stout
Simba's bagging it up, you shouldn’t have let the cat out
ain't on shazam now - polish, shamwow crowds
from the 90's spitting hits, kids dig my Smashmouth
town digs my own sound, I’m in the zone now
that lost amateur, loud, bound to be profound
Listen I'm more now, i'm Motown, your O-town
I shoot straight, dude don’t even bother getting your gats out
When I got my Mac out, I spray lines, so how 'bout
You're finished dog, pow bow wow, i go pow pow
Pass - while I let the passion out you're asking how
This game's all in my palm: "haw haw di karabaw"
News: is I'm filling in you blanks, so just know while
You’re sleeping on my band's camp, i rain on your Soundcloud
Whatcha say Lupe? They told me dumb it down
these fiascos' heads still be spinning now
they’re seeing stars with no bars, no celebrities
you can't take the stares, yet that's what you get when you step to me
versus me, turn adversity to more verses, please
you advertise iffy verses, deservedly this turf is me
Coarse as hard sand paper...on the surface, I mean
This paper's hard to understand, I’m a course in university
Dawg, he be the wildest, beastiest that we know
So deep and so childish, gamble on this bambino
"Sino siya?" that ego, hot doggin' this tocino
Primo, now I guess your favourite rapper is Filipino
2 and 2, no equals, do the math, I never force
you’re banging on yours, i’ll be bangin' some doors,
cuz when opportunity knocks, smash it to the floor
I’lI be ignorin' decorum, my whole team we storm in
I lead to broken homes, scene's horrid
you gotta redo the flooring, and hide the carnage in storage
you should probably re-decor, hire plumbing and some florists
'storing the drawers, reboarding the walls and hang portraits
unfortunate - i smash glass ceilings, but i hope you get
extended metaphors, but ehhh - that’s a stretch
Flex - my vocal cords loud 'til my throat is sore
'til they swarm in hoards and exploding me in the local stores
I’m in the Rose Garden listening to Rose Garden
jams slam hard as old Roy at the Rose Garden
see, beating me's like Jay-Z and B divorcing:
it's unlikely. dislike me I and then I’ll "put you in the ring for it"
Bet on my lines, way I rip a mic, spitting like
You shouldn't take the gamble dawg, I wouldn't let you pick a fight
wasn't in the cards, can't deal with it damn
He gets no applause, casino he don't get no hands
I go ham — i grill y'all, lit as some brochettes
Got bars on cue, until I'm Q, yes
Blast like four jets, i’m in tune as a quartet,
Rap tight as corsets, Rev spits Corvettes
You're trucking through buddy, pick up your slack please
You think my drive's annoying? kid, stay in the backseat
to get the point across i ride the beat like i'm on tour,
Mean i go for days when i'm so gassed, do you want more?
(there’s fire in the water, never let me go)
Nah, my effort don't lessen a bit
i'll be posting more singles than plenty of fish
OK Stupid, download these pro files and listen in
arch nemesis be repping this to his next of kin
Lyrical chillin' spree — how am i friendly?
It's cuz every single one of my enemies is into me
but oh oh what you would do for a
eva eva, for eva eva, longoria
but i'm preoccupied you ain't got no benjamins
at least I'm a big boi, and i cast out you negatives
forecast: lemme show you on a paragraphs
My lines are off the charts and my hits outperform cats
you can't run on, lock down the premises
y’all stuck in my bars and i’m giving ‘em long sentences
No darin' him when he's garish as Mr. Garrison
got audiences jumpin’, got ‘em sprung as hot as Harrison
You're sincere with you thinking that my flow's weird?
oh dear, step back, I'm trying to do a show here
monikers for marketing, dudes just call me dope
Francis, then it's Michael Canton and Arevalo
let 'em know, tell 'em go, stop the dudes spittin' game
Why front? MC’s literally my middle name
Why front? MC’s literally my middle name
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Francis Arevalo Vancouver, British Columbia
Francis Arevalo is a Filipino-Canadian artist and producer based in Vancouver, BC. Known for his personal storytelling, clever lyricism, and colourful production, he makes music to uplift, inspire, and energize himself and his community.
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