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The Boiler Room

by Jarv & Thief

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1.
Welcome 01:53
Sittin' in The Boiler Room x4 Come down to The Boiler Room C'mon Take a step into The Boiler Room That's right x4 Vibe to the rhythm and the sound Sound Nod to the kick, get down Down Thief on the beat, makin' pound Pound Live from The Boiler Room under the ground Ground x2 Come down to The Boiler Room C'mon Take a step into The Boiler Room That's right x4 As the pen strokes move freely, Yet in sync with the rhythm provided by ThiefofBaghdad, The eyes roll back in the head and the soul controls the movement So put down the phones, open your eyes, ears and minds And listen Welcome to The Boiler Room
2.
Commercial 03:47
Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial Actin' like life is a big commercial x2 Introducing the uncoordinated Bruce Lee- Jarv, retard on tracks, by ThiefofBaghdad from New Zea- Landing on branches like Leo in The Revenant While rappers get branded, I stay contractually hesitant Standing on my own two, dismantle a pansy- thrown through paneling of fake wood, I'm hotter than rockin' snow suits In July or August, gotta' teach 'em- taught 'em raw shit Temperature will be goin up Hotter than any dumb hoe with some large tits Grab 'em, ahh, motorboat (brrrr) slap 'em Not the tits, the rappers braggin' about their massive lack of talent Riding on a hover board, elastic ankle slouch pants Smedium shirts and snap backs, doin' the dab dance How much were the shoes that your parents bought you? Haven't worked a day in your life, it's so ironic you're a tool man, who you trying to impress? Have you not a shred of virtue? Actin' like life is a big commercial Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial Actin' like life is a big commercial x2 Act now and we'll throw in an extra set for free Call the number on your screen and buy my shitty CD Grab your fire suits because this mixtape's fuego, Act now and you'll receive a stale everything bagel Taste-testers open up your mouths real wide We've got a little something that we wanna put inside It's great for all occasions, especially college parties Best enjoyed while you're chompin' off your tongue rollin' on Molly Get your glow sticks ready, autotune comin' at ya' Baalooaaloooaalooaalooo Who's your new favorite rapper? Give me all your money, invest in my clothing line Fashion over rapping, in my skirt I'm feeling so divine I made it, thanks to all of the kids who donated I'm poppin bottles, sippin' syrup, gettin' so faded I'm famous- most played on your little sister's playlist My listeners are dumb and they're easily persuaded Man, fuck that- You suck and you're only getting worse, dude Thief and I will break down walls, bomb and then burst through Bother and hurt, vomit and purge on your purse, dude You're actin' like life is a big commercial Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial Everybody rappin' like it's a commercial Actin' like life is a big commercial Actin' like life is a big commercial x4
3.
Hot Yoga 03:36
It all comes together, man- it feels so perfect Saturday, kickin’ back, sittin’ on the surface Worthless? Never that- do yourself a service, Man- come on, get down to the earth tip 70 degrees under evergreen trees, at the park till dark Every evening street shredding, Nahte got the Cavillac ready Tribe Called Quest, Beck - Beercan steady Got a betty on my side, backseat when I ride with the homies Ain't no surprise the guys know me Typical Jarv, Deuce Bigalow goes hard with a so-so hoe Gettin’ dome, drinkin' 40s Cops roll by while I powerslide hills They hate my skills, I love cheap thrills I go wild in the streets, runnin’ up until- The homies hit me up to chill Hey, it's the same ol’ same Walkin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin Feel the funk and let the fun begin Hey, it's the same ol’ same Skatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin Feel the funk and let the fun begin Got my hair in a bun like Samurai Jack Hot yoga in the park, ooooh, would ya’ look at that Feel the breeze, life is such a beautiful thing I find a quiet ol' tree and take a nap Ahhh, how lovely, livin like a sundae with nuts Yeah, I'm nuckin’ futs- tell me that ya’ love me Honey, let’s go and take a dip Sun-bleached hair, with the bubblegum hips Ahhh, get a grip Jarv- can't get this hard Rockin’ gym shorts, swimmin’ with this broad Good god, gotta stop lookin’ at the bod Or homegirl gon’ tell Jarv to get gone Rope-swing, hoping to see the ravine You’ve been my dream ever since I was a pre-teen fiend Fantasy may be happening or so it seems, “What do ya’ say we go and get a bite to eat, huh?” Hey, it's the same ol’ same Walkin’ 'round town, it ain't gon’ rain I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin Feel the funk and let the fun begin Hey, it's the same ol’ same Skatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rain I got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skin Feel the funk and let the fun begin I don't wanna grow up, No, I don't wanna get old I don't wanna do what I'm told x4 Hot yoga in the park x8 Yoga pant booty-bootiful, I'm a fool for you baby boo, Hello, how do you do? I am not the man, but I will treat you like a woman Number 1, you will never be number 2 You’re definitely divinity, Let me buy you dinner To you, I promise- I will always be true After dinner we can head back to your pad and I will do whatever you want me to do Who am I? Another stupid guy who would try to to get in your pants and wave goodbye? Oh my, I never would I never could even begin to imagine leavin’ you defeated I mean it, better believe it Heated up a little candle wax, drip it on my back Ooh, ahh, you a freak and I like that We hit the sheets, then I hit the streets And skate down to the station for a night-cap Hey, it's quite alright Out goes the day and in comes the night With the moonlight gleamin’ on the side of her butt I love life, man- aww shucks x2
4.
Flossin' 03:46
Dead man buried in the basement Basement Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship Spaceship Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' What? Man, whatchu you talkin' about, my dentist is amazin' Why you talkin' 'bout the dentist in the first place, man? I dunno, I'm just a little frustrated Sittin' in the waiting room, gettin' sick of waitin' Space the umff out, 'till I'm thinkin' about the placement of waiting room chairs and the places that they're placed in Pickin' out the toys, if I was younger, I would play with But I'm no longer a boy, docile, complacent What a nice place, cleanliness, organization Excluding the crooked plaques, making me insane, shit to the right of them, sittin' a pretty paintin' This one is level, it is properly situated Posted in my chair, yes- I'm sittin' in my station What's takin' 'em so long, man- I'm gettin anxious Just as I'm thinkin' all about evacuation The nurse walks in and she calls out, "Nathan" Dead man buried in the basement Basement Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship Spaceship Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' What? x2 Now I'm sitting in my chair with a hat on my hair Sunglasses on my face and a dead man's stare At the light right in front of the teeth Pearly white like a light bright device type-machine Now I'm waitin' once again and I'm lookin' outside At a basketball court and an overcast sky And nobody around save the cars in the lot And the freeway through the trees way out past the park Hygienist walked in with a tone I could tell Said, "Nathan, it'll be a couple" Oh, what the hell Now I shift my focus to the window itself Tissues, a fan and some books on the shelf Absolute Beginner's Guide to the Bible And World History are among some of the titles 120 Banned books, wonder how many I know It's only 10 in the morning and yo, I'm bored out of my mind bro M.C. Escher, that's the one I'd like to read At least I know it has some pictures I would like to see Pamphlets on the right that might not apply to me Bite Soft and Straight Talk About Crooked Teeth The dentist comes back, to scrape upon the plaque I'm uncomfortable, burdened by the sweat upon my back I hate the feeling and sound of them peeling through my mouth I got a cavity? I'm glad, good B Y E See y'all around G'bye Dead man buried in the basement Basement Gold-plated spinners on my spaceship Spaceship Sharper than the scaler that they scrape with When you're at the dentist and they steady hatin' What? x2 I'm steady flossin I'm steady flossin I'm steady flossin Orally awesome x2
5.
Oh-Lawd 04:02
I woke up in a wreck on somebody's back deck I stumbled down the street- beer and weed on my breath "What happened?" is the only question I could fathom asking As a stumbled in to vomit in the gas station bathroom Crusted in my mustache- I must ask the cashier Where I can find a trash bin to throw this condom wrapper in Least there's a possibility I wore one Who's the lucky lady? What may Natey have contracted? As I leave, I'm trying desperately To unweave this tapestry and pick up every last puzzle piece But I can't do it, I'm ruined and I cannot reassemble I blame it on the pain in my temple I've been to the bottom and here I am again I gotta find my car and I gotta find my friends I feel like shit, man- I feel so alone I got high last night and I didn't go home I'm tryina think back to the beginning of the bender The last I remember was Sam the bartender Trek down the street through 90 degree weather Skin color- green, I should be on a stretcher Walkin' down Mainstreet, a car pulls up Pizza face baby weighed about 3 bucks "I had fun last night, you got my number, hit me up" I looked her in the eyes and I replied like, "yup." I make it to the the bar- find my car is parked The only problem is, I don't know where the keys are RETARD I would to call a homie, but hey- wouldn'tcha know The phone in my pocket could desperately use a recharge I step into the bar and ask if I can use the phone They were like, "Nate, after we cut you off- where did you go?" Uuugh, man- I really wish I knew, but I don't All I know is I got high and I didn't go home" I called up Teece, I was like, "Ayy, wassup I'm hungover at the station, please come pick me up My car's out front, but I can't find the keys" He was like, "Dude I took 'em- remember? You tried to leave" "Well, dude- you couldn't gimme a ride?" "Man, I tried, but you left with that fat chick, insisting that you were fine" Noooo God why Fuck me I ran outside and dry-heaved in the street Who coulda seen? I hope nobody knows I'm beginning to think that I'm outta control I oughtta get it together but I know that I won't That's the way the cookie crumbles, that's life- I suppose So there I sit, basking in shame 'Till Teece pulled up and he laughed in my face He handed me my keys, "Hey, thanks- I gotta go I got high last night and it's time to go home" I'll wake up in a fog- god dang, good god I'll put it all together like "oh-lawd" I hardly ever smoke, it's a fact that I drink Put 'em both together, I'll be yackin' in a sink x2.5
6.
Basics 03:35
7.
Sometime 03:41
Sometime, when the sun rise You gon' shine x8 Everything is alright Everything is all good Everything is alright, now Everything is all good Everything is alright Everything is all good x2 Kick it the backyard or somethin' Back on the grass, birds chirpin' and bees buzzin' Power to the few who do the do in the noon sun Flowers in bloom, the moods boost when the crew come Enlightenment means- fightin'll cease when the day hits Vitamin D invitin' me up out my basement Make it whatcha want it to be, I'll make it work I go with the flow, I throw my soul over the words And I like it I'm havin' a ball, havin' a blast Man, I might get- Wild for y'all over the Jazz Outta sight with this tight shit, sweeter than Mike and Ike With pizazz, Relax- I'm quite nice with the mic Can you dig it, dude? That's good 'cause we can dig it too Thief and I got various styles for you to get into Listen to the the lyric, bob along to the beat Don't sweat the minuscule, keep this song on repeat Sometime, when the sun rise You gon' shine x8 When the time is right, we'll all shine bright Findin' the rhythm and the rhyme to life inside sunlight Aligning all that is outta place, I can already validate That I'm able to adjust and acclimate my eyesight And you can too, no jokin', just gotta keep 'em open Don't allow the rain showers to get your favorite towel thrown in Just put on your rain coat and wait for the storm to pass Raise the umbrella 'cause when the clouds part, you'll be warm at last Underneath a clear blue sky with my friends Is how I'm tryina spend my time till my end Vibe to the rhythm, write rhymes with the pen Keep my eyes on the future and I'll ride with the wind It's amazin' when the rays hit the skin and warm the mind I say this, the day is yours, ours and mine It's time to come together, time to open up the blinds We can all grow, at least we gotta try Sometime, when the sun rise You gon' shine x8 Everything is alright Everything is all good Everything is alright, now Everything is all good Everything is alright Everything is all good x2
8.
The Beat 03:39
Rock the rhythm, move your feet Everybody gettin' loose to the boogety-beat Be free to the kick, high-hat and snare Discrete, slow, fast or flare Take care of yourself, don't push too hard Don't get stuck, baby- gotta be smart Let it come natural Whether mellow or fast Ya' gotta match the pace About face with the fashion Action, never passin' out, smash and dash And when the beat drop, collapse Into the vibe intermittent With the rhymes that I'm kickin' Lifetimes symbolized by the high-hat tickin' Get it, got it, good Understood what it gotta be Not a comedy, on an odyssey With a bundle of bottom feedin' Poverty stricken people bodily wobblin' Wantin' to find a better day With melodic equality Promising nothing Gotta blend in- To flow of the river comin' 'round the bend I can, I kick my steps- I jam All alone with a head full of friends You bend to the rules, I bend to the beat I've been extending a dead end street Rain falls a drizzle Makin' ripples in the creek Keep movin' as one And the cycle don't cease Be free to do Be free to be- you Do whatever you see fit, kid- breath Sigh of relief, yeah, a breath of fresh Keep it movin' to the rhythm Till you learn the steps Left to right, now right to left Spin like a cyclone, break ya' neck Don't look at your feet Ya' gotta keep lookin' forward The dance of life has no end Move your feet Free your soul Speak your peace And free your soul Must adhere To the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete control Move your feet Free your soul Speak your peace And free your soul We must adhere To the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete control No end in sight I speak, I write Part of a cycle- Spark in the night Found my rhythm when I was just a pre-teen Gotta fuck the scene up and show my light My life is this, my life is that A bit of blues A little jazz A boom and a bap, fact is Doing it, ruinin' cats, Fuming in fact, grabbin' ahold of the rhythm And I never lose track Poetic inevitability is livin' within me Infinity- finishin' anybody with a simile I really be feelin' an innovative bit of energy, I dare anybody to Kick a rhyme in my vicinity I'm witty with it, really killin' All of my shows I suppose you don't know Well, I guess I gotta show You how the fuck it goes Alright, I speak, write, read, I flow Move your feet Free your soul Speak your peace And free your soul Must adhere To the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete control Move your feet Free your soul Speak your peace And free your soul We must adhere To the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete control x2 Rock with it, rock with it Non-stop with it Clock tic-tocs- I'm still on top with it Watch it when I kick it up A couple fuckin' notches Stop in and you'll find that I be killin' all the gossip Destiny That's a real big word Testin' me Rest in peace to the herbs I merged with the force When I came to the fork The river took hold and I lost all form It set my course Now I got a path For the back and the forth Never givin' in until I master the sword And I'm heard from the west- to the south- to the north Contort it with a white cap In event of an emergency I'm sure to be murderin' Any hurdle inadvertently Drowning? I'm never bound to be bringin' it down I'll be found flowin' on the surface Permanently Move your feet Free your soul Speak your peace And free your soul Must adhere To the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete control Move your feet Free your soul Speak your peace And free your soul We must adhere To the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete control x2
9.
Bad Woman 03:58
One month ago a hun done approached After one of my shows, said she funked with the flow "Why, thanks" "No problem, your rhymes are phat Nice to meet you, I'm Jasmine- my friends call me Jazz" "Wow, that's real cool, yeah- I'm Jarv, it's a pleasure" "I know that already" "Pshh, c'mon, yeah whatever Don't butter me up" She said, "I would if I could You wanna get a drink" "Yeah, we probly should" She got a mixed drink, I got a beer She whispered in my ear, "Wanna disappear dear? Got a house down the street, you can see it from here" She downed her drink, took my hand and steered With each step down the sidewalk, I felt the glow grow Feelin' in the chest, I could never let go I felt the skin and I stroked with the thumb It's been a long time since I was in love Might sound dumb, but it might be true Took so long to finally find you We arrived at her place, her eyes and her face shined bright We're climbin' the staircase to her room Then we entered and I sat upon her bed She pushed me back, you know what happened next No one in the past came close, compared To the light of the moon on her hair I'm so serious, she got me delirious Long brown hair and the scent of spearmint I fear for the day when she leaves my side Reminded of a Futawn line, I tried to contain myself But any attempt would fall through cracks When her red silk voice spoke volumes I call you Jazz, I call you the one Jazz, you so bad, I'm stunned You a bad woman You a bad woman You a bad woman I got it bad x2 Called you last night, it was late, I know Felt the ring pulsatin' the pain in the dome As I lie in my bed, with my eyes on the ceiling If you ain't home, then where the hell'd you go It's been a month, I know it ain't that long But I can't think straight and I can't write songs Give me a call, Jazz- I just wanna talk And hear that red silk voice tell me what went wrong I know that night mighta been unplanned But it felt too right for a one night stand Feelin' in the gut, can't stand, can't breath Take a step outside and everything I see is- You From the cloud to the grass The one time I wasn't tryina pound it and pass I'd been lookin' for love and thought I found it at last What I found was a frown and a flask I'm a mess, feelin' helpless, swore we connected The more that I felt it, the further I fell in Clutched by the grasp of Jazz the bad woman Now I'm askin' myself what I'm doin This ain't like me, but girl- your boy's frail I'm callin' your phone just to hear the voicemail As the red silk voice turns to black velvet My heart breaks and I can't help it It's all over, I'm so hopeless Thought you completed me, now you're leavin' me broken Howl at the moon like a lone wolf, bruisin' my soul took You could never undo, true that I'm so shook Whatever, I guess it was never destined to be And it'll be testin me until I'm restin' in peace I promise this call will be the last one Jazz, you so bad- I'm done You a bad woman You a bad woman You a bad woman I got it bad x2
10.
Love & Loss 03:42
Alone Caught up in the mix of an unknown city Yet it all felt vaguely familiar As though he’d been there a past life, or in a dream He wanders aimless Set adrift from the bus stop Amongst traffic lights and cops The sound and lights hit his face like waves He remains unphased, navigating alleyways With a strange sense of recollection As he enters the great divide Between two scrapers of sky A cold wind rips through his clothin’ And brings a tear to his eye Frozen, he shivers from the bitter cold wind As he pulls his jacket tight and his hood low, Tugging at the drawstring He heads for the closest bar and takes a seat Orders up a cold one and somethin hot to eat He takes out a book of poems and begins to read But with his old eyes and with that dull light, it’s easier to look at that mirror and think A lone traveler, an artist Lookin’ for life, love and happiness In a glass half-full of hardship And with the words “love and loss” Inscribed inside his mind, he sighs deep Closin’ his eyes, all he really needs is sleep He awoke, noticing the chick on his left, two seats down Couldn’t be anymore’n 22 at a New York bar, no one around Somethin’ about the scene was so profound Yeah, he saw the beauty in the truly broke and low-down “Hello” he says, “what’s your story” The chick looked over and said “I was on my way to Burma-Shave, I just stopped to get some rest” Not wanting to test the patience of this girl he just met He looked back into the mirror, when she looked over and said, “You from around here?” “Naw, it’s my first day” the man replied “I just arrived on the greyhound and I’m only stayin’ one night” “Oh, that’s cool. You here for any particular reason?” “Not really, I just wanted get away- Change the scene, catch the breathing” “Yeah, I know the feelin’ When you just gotta do some soul-searchin’, it’s so urgent You gotta purge- search Earth for the worth in person I can assume, as you get older- it only worsens ‘Cause every passing day, I feel the erosion from the whirlwind” Ya' know at first the man was taken back by that response He just couldn’t figure out why, It was kinda like this chick had read his mind It seemed apparent they shared some sort of other-worldly bond He couldn’t put his finger on Almost like they had met at one time And so he studied her every move, looks, dialect and attitude Kept asking her questions- grillin’ her, feelin’ her vibe and mood “Who are you? What’s your story? Where you from? What do you do?” “I’m a writer with a vision on a mission to find the truth” Replied the chick with perfect diction while she scribbled on a napkin The man was so distracted by everything that was happenin’ He didn’t catch the words, but when he looked he could see three ‘Cept it was too dark in the room and far away for him to read She handed the man the pen, demandin’ the man’s attention- Said, “Nathan, I know you know me- and you know we’ll meet again” Like that the girl was gone, the man woke up, pen in his palms To his left; a napkin, he read it- "Love and loss" When you’re out on your own And you’re travelin’ a road And you’re never gonna stop Never gonna go home No home, not anymore You ain’t got nowhere to go You ain’t got no one to hold; Love and loss You look into a past That is shattered and cracked Scatterin’ years, laughs, Tears and fears and no cash Toe-back, shoe-lace ripped, Brain snapped at stem Flash back to the when; Love and loss Hold back, no, hold tight The slow draft, the cold night The show might not proceed Unknown flight- meet your needs The foresight cannot see The light at the end of the tunnel Troubled, under- Love and loss The lonely one, the only one Who seemed to hold and mend Was gone a long time ago I know, I can see you hold it in And now you’re wishing you could Befriend the breeze and the wind Man, you had that dream again; Love and loss
11.
Hungry 02:41
I'm going hungry Grab the microphone and spit the bungee- Chord flow, contort and control the country Not a lot of proceeding with portions that they brung me So I'm treatin weak MCs as a substitute for lunch meat The problem is- the time that I'm squandering Pondering rhymes, fondeling dimes Not trying to get a job again I wanna stop until l I start feeling properly confident Stomping sense into martyrs, using their blood as a condiment I wander in a state of oblivion Livid, livin' in a schism landscape You better not get in this man's face Trainin' his way to becomin' incredible When will it happen? I can't say Pay him for his damn tape, put fame on this man's plate No matter the case- nobody could make Nathan overlook his morals or forfeit or break Buckle or bend Fuck it, I've been bucklin' down Hearin' em chucklin' until I give 'em somethin' to suck again What now Bust it Seasoning the track, leaving 'em dusted Add a little spice, it's nice and the ladies love it All these cheesy rap cats'll get scrapped, trashed in the rubbish It's the easy mac daddy, fattening y'all up on a budget Crushed in - the mortar bowl, the kid is sorta bold When it comes to makin' a mess with the pestle, death'll unfold Get to steppin' bro, I ain't no steppin' stone Lethal weapon vocal Keepin' these heathens steaming like vegetables Healthy Come and help yourself to a helping that is heaping Muy facil, simply speaking Believe me- Tabasco So hot that I'll make hell feel like it's freezing Till you begin dreaming of me when you're sleeping Wake up, punk- time for breakfast Next up on the guest list, J A to the R V, set to wreck shit The eggs get scrambled, MCs get burnt toast The timer goes ding, I'm ready to eat my meal and go I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting I'm hungry I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting I'm hungry I'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting I'm hungry Eat any punk MC Until I feel my meal is complete x2 - cuts by Crusty Cuts Trust me, I'm gonna look really full soon
12.
Velvet 04:03
Smooth as velvet, you can tell it's too true Do whatever you do, the dude dwells in the- Cellar where the bass and rats be Since I quit my J O B machining at the factory Great like Gatsby, eeh-gad, the cat with the phat speech Clear a path, he's running the track like an athlete Sway to the vibe, Thief and I provide Come down to the Boiler Room Take a step inside of the rhythm Baby, lose your mind to what I'm givin'- You, the lyrics and the patterans that are within In the cut- I lie, but I will never babble with them Leavin' MCs scatterin'- infallible, bow to victims If ya - begin listenin' to what I'm tellin' you I'll never have to send you and your yellow crew to hell But through the fire and flames, you will cry in pain Gift given to those using my style in vain We be them fellas who- Do dat shit Do dat shit The cat is fantastic, mass lyrical backflips Nasty with it, in fact batshit, mad skill You cats tryina rap, will catch a javelin in the back Do dat shit Do dat shit Huh? The cat is fantastic, mass lyrical backflips Nasty with it, in fact batshit, mad skill You cats tryina rap, will catch a javelin in the back Still dope Still smooth Still relaxin' Still havin' fun with this rap shit Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme And I laugh with the crowd Laugh with the friends I have a lot for that I'm proud x2 Smooth as velvet, dude is well-writ and well-read Grab the microphone and melt heads You're steppin' on egg shells A wrong don't make a right, but two rights make a left Well-said (you mean 3?) Ahh, yes, yes- you guessed it, I'm Kickin' it, I'm posted A mad scientist in his lab mixin' potions to get 'em hooked You cannot learn this in a book Yes, I've been a crook- but now I've got the rhythm- women look Nobody's smooth these days Their music makes Nate want to rudely crusade and say What he gotta say It's obvious you are a novice, Wait a minute, maybe I'll display how to properly operate Check it out now, no- check it out then I'm ready to go back in time with my pen But never that, I'll go with the flow one mo'gin Real rhymin' is timeless, it knows no end No bounds to this Bros pound the fist Gotta make it pound Until the hoes bounce to this Gather 'round and get Low-down and dip, Step in the Boiler Room You know it goes down to this x2 Still dope Still smooth Still relaxin Still havin fun with this rap shit Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme And I laugh with the crowd Laugh with the friends I have a lot for that I'm proud Still dope Still smooth Still relaxin Still havin fun with this rap shit Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme And I laugh with the crowd Take a step into the Boiler Room Come on down Come down to The Boiler Room C'mon Take a step into The Boiler Room That's right x4 Vibe to the rhythm and the sound Nod to the kick, get down Thief on the beat, makin' pound Live from The Boiler Room under the ground x2 Come down to The Boiler Room C'mon Take a step into The Boiler Room That's right x4
13.
Flat-Top 03:51
Last night in Winterfell, drinkin' white Zinfandel The story of ages- I might live to tell Gettin' paid when I play, baby- I'm famous and it's swell Gettin' laid to the backtrack of Saved by the Bell I be drinkin' red on a memory foam bed Pinot Noir, get up in broads- I palm flesh Your mom is a crack whore, bomb till the back's sore School any fool, he be fully takin' wrong tests Gelatinous ass, matter fact- I'm compatible Data batterin' any cat actin' bad on the avenue Catapult scatterin' a bad attitude back to Malibu 100 proof Absolut, doggin' hoochies like a Malamute Yeah.. WOOF WOOF, BABY Big dog on the block got the verses and the hooks, baby Lately I can see that you've been glued into your seat Please get up up onto your feet and then begin groovin' with me I know whatcha wanna see Come to the show, come flow wit me Get down y'all Get down y'all Make it fast, gurl make it quick Shake ya' ass and break ya' hip Get down y'all Get down y'all Kickin' it, cocked back- the tom-tom talkin' The kick and the high-hat- your mom pop-lockin' Rhythm- I got that, who gwan' wan' stop him? Y'all either fall back, or y'all start rockin' All the ladies drop it to the rhythm on the radio Natey may be insane, he's evading mainly the crazy hoes Jaded off every Joe claimin' he know like, "ain't he dope" I bet a no, I'm set to go, I throw them in Locker of Davey Jones Run 'em in, summer's in and he turnin' up the temperature Plug 'em in, punishin' speakers, people and their predecessors Done being bummy, she at the show, I know I will impress her Come wit me honey, the professor- lyrical skill endeavor Aux cable and all that, figgety-fall back The flows blast, hoes control the ballsack Lambasted, jaw-jack Joe- you so whack Toe-tag the flow, Jarv bad and you know that Plenty skill People sweat me like, "ain't he real" VT, VA, SD, Amityville And he still- At it, combatin', battle and build Candy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled x2 Fill it in Uh, uh, uh x4 I know whatcha wanna see Come to the show, come flow with me Get down y'all Get down y'all Make it fast gurl make it quick Shake ya' ass and break ya' hip Get down y'all Get down y'all I wanna grow a flat-top A flat-top fade I wish I could grow a flat-top A flat-top fade x4 Plenty skill People sweat me like, "ain't he real" VT, VA, SD, Amityville And he still- At it, combatin', battle and build Candy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled Fill it in Uh, uh, uh x4
14.
Lady Killer 03:05
Open up your eyelids, look at the horizon Tell me what you see, do you see me smilin'? Naw, probly not, my spirit is right here Sittin' my captain's chair with a bottle of beer And it's good, yeah it's great, for heaven's sake, I love the taste Of a cold one- chillin' at 8pm on Sunday writin' poems That the people love- it's what the people need It's me Jarvy on the rhyme, man- Thief is on the beat Heat the masses, at least the nooks crannies Someday I'll fill an atlas with cats who understand me Rambling off a lesson trying to make it all fit Profit is not the focus, but I won't oppose it one bit Don't throw shit that you can't pick up I'm quick rip that shit up In it for the rhythm, never spittin' to make a quick buck Yo, do you get it yet? 'Cause I can do it all day Man, I can do it till your ruined or your hair turns gray And long after, I be the rafters Swingin' back and forth on vines- divine rappers test it I guarantee I'll wreck ya' body while I'm restin' Best to check your head and get to steppin' Say, what's all the fuss about? Jumpin' and jivin' and buckin' about? Jarvy the man- he be rockin the benefit better than y'all Somethin' about the way he moves the tongue If it was a comp, he woulda won- dun dada Thinkin' he got it, wanna stop him, but he buggin' out What's all the fuss about? Shut ya' mutha-fuckin' mouth Don't even consider gettin' close He boast a bunch about the skill Sure, maybe some of it is filler- But the kid'll still get your girl and drill her Lady killer Smooth as margarine, Jarv is harder than army men Well maybe not, but watch as I'm- Gettin' props from your mom and them Them being her friends, hot damn, they on some cougar shit They tell me that they love my hair, they tell me that I'm 2 legit "Never quit, Jarv" "You da shit, Jarv" Oh, you're too kind, I'm blushing and my dick's hard Uhhhh woah, stop- now go Back and attack whack cats with that flow You know what I'm 'bout, yeah- you know how I feel You know I'm a fool Crackin' jokes coppin' a feel upon the bossoms 'Mmmmm, damn babeh you pretty I'll marry you and carry you throughout your favorite city Or town- Baby, I'm ready to settle down- start a family But she didn't like the rambling of clown So my sad face overcame my dad face Mad haste made to her sister with the braids Say, what is all the fuss about? Jumpin' and jivin' and buckin' about? Jarvy the man- he be rockin the benefit better than y'all Somethin' about the way he moves the tongue If it was a comp, he woulda won- dun dada Thinkin' he got it, wanna stop him, but he buggin' out What's all the fuss about? Shut ya' mutha-fuckin' mouth Don't even consider gettin' close He boast a bunch about the skill Sure, maybe some of it is filler, But the kid'll still get your girl and drill her Lady killer Yeah, I guess I'll tell the truth- I ain't cool and I'm weak I'm a shit talkin' bitch, lady killer? Never me But I love 'em, somethin' about the way that they walk We don't have to fuck, we can just talk x2 You can ride with me You can buy me things You take me out And pay to fine dine with me x4 Lady killer
15.
Cards 03:58
Like a known fable I'm a psycho- unstable Leave a clone hangin' from the Microphone cable x4 Like a known fable I'm a psycho- unstable Leave a clone hangin' from the Microphone cable If you really wanna play Lay your cards on the table Really wanna play Lay your cards on the table x2 Ooh lookey-loo Lil' Jarv makin' it hot again I kick my feet up And turn a rapper to an ottoman I lost it when you dropped that track Y'all could not of flossed that phat- Shit like nasty Nathan Dick Now get up off the ballsack, Jack Practice up If you're gonna attack the master, punk I'm sick of these whack ass chumps Kickin' their bullcrap and junk continuously I'm busting these rhymes and breakin' backs You must think you're funny comin' With some trash like that Fuck it I'm sittin' in the Boiler Room Mixin' up a witches brew For little punk bitches like him and you Thinkin' you're ballin' I'm callin' 'em all to get in the cauldron It's appalling Y'all should not be wantin' to walk Before you're crawling Possibly I'm too harsh Probably I'm not Any contender pretending to- Be better than me- shot in thee dark Never could any competitor vest me Never be thinkin' of trying to test me Its not a dis, you just don't have the heart Beeitch Like a known fable I'm a psycho- unstable Leave a clone hangin' from the Microphone cable If you really wanna play Lay your cards on the table Really wanna play Lay your cards on the table x2 Who's in charge here? Jarv, dear (sup?) Who's the all-star startin' shit Parkin' part of his car here Huh? Iunno, fuck it Upchuck in a bucket and suck a dick Like a jam about a man from Nantucket Advanced pumpin' of the lyric'll leave you Ridin' on the tide I have oversight Leavin' wise guys tryina survive I, the prize fighter rhyme-type Rhymin' in the mic might Be leavin' these weak MC's Sleepin' with night lights That is a fact, bitch Jarv got that phat shit Tear any microphone- Up into tiny bits and fragments Your bound catch a massive chunk of- Shrapnel from the rap skill Need a thousand gallon vat- To catch half of the blood my track spill I'm that ill I spaz till I make my points known My track'll snap your whack ass in half That is how my joints go My voice blows holes Through monitors and microphones Leavin' a spoiled bitch soilin' drawers While they whine, cry and moan Don't come to fight it I funk the tightest You cannot run You cannot hide I've got you in my sight, bitch Get your Vicodin 'Cause I'm a Viking when I write the shit You got a touch of downs But kid, I've got the touch of Midas It's gooooold Whether or not that's where it goes I'm platinum when I'm rappin' I don't need a plaque to show I'm smackin' various foes From all area codes Mastered in masterin' miscellaneous variables Like a known fable I'm a psycho- unstable Leave a clone hangin' from the Microphone cable If you really wanna play Lay your cards on the table Really wanna play Lay your cards on the table x2 Yo check it out man Word Yo what's the deal man What Yo how you doin man Good Yo how ya feel man Great x8
16.
Up 02:26
Get up Get up Get up Get up Jump (get up) Jump (come on) Jump (get up) x4 Said, mother-fucker, when I get up- I'll stick you the ditch and bitch, you get stuck If you really be thinkin' you're dope Well, I got a rope that you can piss up Like a Ween song You ain't on the shit I've been on Couldn't even begin to sing a piece of my theme song Rock with me now, get caught up in the rhyme Get up, and when I say get up- ain't talkin' gettin' high I be talkin' gettin' fly, fresh- yes, whatever you call it Terminology gotta be on the dime and in the pocket Not a prophet, I ain't gonna cure no damn disease I just wanna get up and hit the ceiling when the beat hits- Me I get a feeling so serene when I'm beastin'- Flows that these people cannot compete with Now peep it Keepin' it loud like Ethan's car Speakin' in the ring till the king departs They all wanna see Jarv and the beats he keeps in charge If we can start to vibe with it, I would get by- With a mind on a rhyme and a diamond design Meaning it's strong and it bond with the- High-degree heat beat that Thief provide Get up Get up Get up Get up Jump (get up) Jump (come on) Jump (get up) x4 Hey listen man, you know it doesn't matter what the victims say I rock to the rhythm any given day never been even a bit afraid To contain em with a phrase They could never begin to say I spray with the mind flow, Nate on a dyno Couldn't register- man, I break it and I go Home with another poem on the dome Soul of a ghost and a horn of a rhino Oooooo Tearing a hole in your back Nowhere to go when the flow's intact Double backflip when I bash in your skull cap with a vocal axe Slash, so bad- get it open In fact, you'll be broken and holdin' my sack Roping 'em in, lassoing the cattle, Jack Ain't nobody holdin' me back It's like that with a flow-type-phat Double-bogey, the foe get exact Nobody know where the bro Coulda known how to flow like that No hope for the whack So many go with the loco notion they might attack But I fold 'em in half when I rap like a madman Slapped with a backhand They're in a herd, but I'm over the pack Yeah, that's good I wanna stay over heads I don't wanna say what they woulda said They could never make me break or deflate Nate's gonna be great- no less Unless you get your skills up- You don't wanna feel it build up Gather round, feel the sound I ain't down, I'm still up- yeahh
17.
Slack-Jaw 02:42
Ya' goddamn slack-jaw Pick ya' ass up off the asphalt How many times I gotta pass y'all? Hats off to who? You know it's me- The bro wit the poetry, Leave a chode MC- Lying on the floor, he crying, "woe is me" I'm throwin' these- Totally proficient with flow and ease Go and see- noticed you thinkin'- You got the potency to roll with me Homie, you know you will get broke and beat I'm dope indeed I grab the microphone, you grab your rosary beads Who came to see me speak? The soul in the boiler room, mold to the beat Had the flow since a fetus- I'm dope, please believe it Zoomed out the womb, boom box and adidas tryina break My mama called me Nate I walked out of the hospital and bought a can of paint Ever since that day, nothing has been the same Became the maniac upon the mic that you cannot contain Mentally, I'm better than everyone Never met anyone tellin' me different I mean it, I beat it up, eat it up, we get up- Even the beat isn't ready for me When I begin to speak in the mic And I'm freakin' it right away Never be havin' to breath I'm competin' to be the one biddin' a bitter goodbye to an idiot thinkin' he king It ain't really a thing when I'm bringin' it out- But the people, they love it- that; I'm all about And if I could defeat every bit of the weak in a weekend, I'd do it and then I'd be out With a negative agony down in my belly I'd be disemboweling all of my enemies Draggin' 'em back to the pad in a bag I'm attackin the whack and I'm leavin' 'em empty Tempt me I'm a nice guy, but who knows, I might snap When I kick flows, these thick hoes get sewn to my sack I write that with an intention to bend it and lean it If I say it enough, it'll become true, do you know what I mean? It's like I walk through valley and I'm askin' for sex I finally got to Leb and then I'm askin', "what's next?" I bust heads, but in a nice way- I might stay and rest Or maybe I'll head back to Windsor, so I can play with my friends Sup Teece, sup Ethan Hey Nate, wassup Drew Hey nick, what's up nick Futawn; fuck you I'm just playin baby ♥︎ I cannot be taken serious But if you want a lyricist, look no further here he is Steerin' his vehicle into the ditch- pitiful Miserable little idiot fillin' the rhythm full- Of everything he got, will he give it up? No sir Everybody wanna see him swimmin' with a toaster Overhead, I fly like a missile Soar like an eagle, I'm so official This'll maybe hurt a bit, might even tickle Either way it doesn't have to be made into a big issue If you wanna get down to the beat I'm the clown for the job You have found what you need I compound with the sound I confound and defeat From the nose to the toes From the ground to the beak x2 If ya' just got paid Or ya' just got laid And you're havin' a good day, say hooooo "Hoooo" All the people in the place Who are feelin' out of place Who don't really wanna play say noooo "Noooo"
18.
Cut Loose 04:23
I'm throwin' a party- baby, you can come Even out the ratio, maybe we'll get some Tell a friend, tell a couple- this party will be fun 20 people here already and the evening is young By the flock, people show up and they file Singular into the Boiler Room to get wild Turn it up, c'mon baby, shake yo' butt My mom said if I dwink too many beers I'll get weal sick, fwoe up But it's cool 'cause I know limitation when I flow- Down a stream of beer, please don't come here if you don't Noooo, please hold your composure If it's too much, you punks should be sober yo, I'ma party like the world ain't gonna end, uh-huh I'ma party Donald Trump ain't runnin' for president I'ma party like its 1993 and I'm a little-bitty-baby lookin' fly as can be Party people in the kitchen, people out back Pong in the garage, I sink it and re-rack Lotta people in my pad, yeah- I think that I'm bad Party like an animal, drink like a dad I'm a maniac, askin', "where the ladies at?" Bought an 80-pack, Natey found a way to say, "we bad" Never take it back- ayy bay bay in the Baby Phat Lay her back, leave her labia aching insanely bad I'ma party with my people I'ma party witchu Did I tell you what I'm ready to do? CUT LOOSE Break stuff, fuck rules Stand up, bust moves When I cut loose, what do you do? CUT LOOSE x2 And there she is, ooooh, she be walkin' through the door Into my humble abode with the rumblin' floor Damn, she's so fine, gotta give it some time I let the bitty unwind before I begin kickin' lines I wait a minute- maybe 15, maybe 30 Then approach, lookin' oh so clean, yet so dirty She see me comin', we lock eyes and at first it- Felt like fire comin' alive on the surface "Umm, excuse me miss, I've truly been- Unusually lured to your juicy hips Your beauty is superb if you do exist And this isn't a dream, could you maybe do me this- One favor- tell me your name" "I'm Clare" "Well, Clare- would you maybe wanna talk downstairs?" She followed me through the party, the body of a Porsche Into my room, the mood went fusia when the door shut Cut loose Cut loose Cut loose now Cut loose Cut loose Baby, cut loose now x2 We embrace in the moonlight- Pourin' through my basement window Man I swear, I didn't know Clare was a nimpho She grabbed my butt "She grabbed your what?" She grabbed my butt, she grabbed my butt And then we moved to the bed With my hands on her hips and her hands on my ass I told her she could squeeze Yeah, she could squeeze on the cheeks as long as it's just that She grabbed my butt "She grabbed your what?" She grabbed my butt, she grabbed my butt Now I'm takin' off her shirt And now she's takin' off my pants I look like a pale spider-man Daddy long legs Daddy long legs crawlin' over yo' body Don't worry, I won't bite ya' too hard, baby And when we hit that climax The flowers bloomed and the volcano erupted That's the difference between makin' love and just fuckin' I said the flowers bloomed and the volcano erupted That's the difference between makin' love and just fuckin' I love you (yeah, whatever) Cut loose Cut loose Cut loose now Cut loose Cut loose Baby, cut loose now x2
19.
What a Life 04:45
12 A.M. He's at that punch clock again It's been a long night “What a life” he says, stepping into that parking lot Walking across to where his car is parked The autumn chill leaving it’s mark with frost upon his windshield He starts his engine, sets his front and back defrost at 4- And begins to think, of course- That same thing that he thought last night and the night before that Like, what if he gets on the highway and Puts the pedal down on that floor mat and just goes, Yeah man, he just goes Yeahh, he could be on the west coast in a couple days With rubber on the road and a soul on the way to a new beginning Living, listening to the low rumble of the radials spinning But fear is real, and uncertainty is fear And here he is, a man with a plan and a career "Who knows, maybe next year" He hears himself say into the rear-view mirror As the windshield clears for the moon overhead He pulls out of that parking lot, taking a right, instead of a left- He's Headin’ home "Seize the day" they said He's Headin’ home He puts on the radio and about 15 minutes in, he begins to feel it The winding yellow serpents The moon, the stars, the auburn leaves fluttering passed- Making it seem as if he were traveling hyperspeed fast; Relaxed And with eyelids like boulders- He begins to fold into the droning of the old 5 cylinder motor But he's halfway home and this ain't his first rodeo, no sir He knows he’ll make it Just keep going Just keep going, man What a life What a life, man Twisted up Spun Bathing in bright lights What a life Yeah- what a life, man Hovering over the wreckage, With a bird's-eye view of an empty vessel He thinks back and he wonders, “Man, what would have happened if I had taken that left? Too late now I guess” “What a life” he says, turning his back and laughing at the irony of his current state- Based off a decision he'd made for the sake of being safe ‘Cause when the array of lights that he may have made- Shaved the night and gave shape to a frayed landscape He died What a life
20.
Move 03:36
Move Feet carry me where I'm goin' He cannot see me, we cannot know when- It's time to go in the primordial soup Pot bubbles- walk till it caught up with you Move Groove to my style in particular Ride in the passenger side of my vehicular I can drive hyperspeed- open wide, I can see Rubber in the rear view, squeal, downshift and burn Move Ride rails on a train of thought I cannot stay stationary and gather moss Currency that I've accrued is a pocket full of change To make real change, gotta get real lost Move Pedal like your life depended on it 'Cause it does Hit the starter, rev the throttle, pop the clutch If you lose it on the loose gravel, pick it back up Don't get caught up in a bottle and a buzz Move Each step carries me further down the path The path that I've laid out, the path that is untracked The feet cover the grass and the grass becomes flat I will leave a trail behind me, but I'll never look back Move Push with the right, stand left Can't stay inside my lane on this insane quest Feel I gotta move around a bit, I'm moving in and out of it I'm trying to be like water, I am tryina manifest- Moves Make 'em for the people in my crew Make moves for the things that we've been through Make Moves Make 'em for the people in my crew I will do anything that I can do Make moves Make 'em for the people in my crew Make moves for the things that we've been through Make Moves Make 'em for the people in my crew I will do anything that I can do Make Moves Wade down the class 6 rapids Gaspin' for air as the white caps crash in Splashin' your way until it all mellows out There is no other option, cannot pick a different route Move From the paved to the dirt The concrete, the blacktop, the blades and the turf The ways of the Earth got you waging the worth- Of every single lane that you merge Make Moves Shift the transmission into drive Don't keep it park, kid- it's your time to shine You're only alive for a very short time Are tryina live or just tryina survive? Make Moves Whether you run or you walk You can take a small break, buddy- just don't stop Each step brings you closer to the spot you gotta be If you need a little help, follow me Make Moves Make 'em for the people in my crew Make moves for the things that we've been through Make Moves Make 'em for the people in my crew I will do anything that I can do x2 Move
21.
Sittin' in the Boiler Room amongst cobwebs and heat Do the varmints in the wall like the beat? Scurry left to right- I can hear them while they walk Nibble and bite at the wires- they admire how I talk My sight split The pipes drip onto the concrete Following the mellow streams, hollow as a zombie Shallow castaway, feel the flow of the blood Dirt coagulates, sink my toes into the mud It's fun when you between the time zones With rhythm and rhyme tones Similar Brothers Grimm and divine poems When I go to the outside world I feel my eyes go to fully refined side notes I devise my own arrival With the stealth of a Thief, I feel the feet beat above me The crickets dig the melody, they're tellin' me it's lovely And something inside sparks like steel and flint I feel it when I really begin dealing with life between real and pretend Extend a hand from out my cage- the barbed wire is cold It tears the pruney skin, the ruby red liquid exposed It flows to the beat of life that Thief and me provide I need a plate of food for soul and I'll remain insane inside And I can tell you now as data travels intercontinental through foil tubes We do this for a divine and royal few Who dig the swell messages dwelling within the interstellar stew Independently produced within this Boiler Room It's the Boiler Room As the pen strokes move freely- Yet in sync with the rhythm provided by ThiefofBaghdad The eyes roll back in the head and the soul controls the movement So put down the phones, open your eyes, ears and minds Listen I mean, really listen This is the Boiler Room Walk lost Pace around an open concept The air is damp, the lung is strong My song- it isn't sung yet I promise, when it is, you will know All of you will Recognize the real inside the Boiler Room atop the hill And when the sun rains on the mass of land And the master grabs the man I plan to live forever, beneath the grass and sand And when the day comes for the next big thing to finally find control They'll dig beneath the Boiler Room- My story will be told

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released January 1, 2017

Rhymes by Jarv
Beats by Thief
Mixed by Jarv
Mastered by Jer Coons
Art by John Garoutte

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