1. |
Getting You Up To Speed
01:23
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It’s The Amalgam
Staking a claim, I’m back, taking aim
At the wack and the lame like back in the day
You saying you top tier, I gotta disagree
It’s a new beast riding the beat
Designing a chaotic array of malevolent melodies
That I keep hella neat to defeat MCs
Y’all ain’t gonna wanna keep speaking to me
When I reiterate what it means to be
A top caliber cat, cat-calling a wack act
To the back of the venue, the cat’s out of the bag
Back to the basics, y’all ain’t playing the same game
Young Nate coulda told ya that
Cause I’ve been dope, I’ve been fresh
Y’all been knowing that I been the best
I been sent with a pen and a plan
To be sending your man down to Hades, may he rest
Yes, it’s just that motherfucking simple
This amalgam is leaving you cowards dented in the mental
And if you try to understand it, I commend you
But I recommend you never test it, kid, this shit’ll end you
So tend to your own device
Or go ghost when I roll like a poltergeist
So tight with a mic in my hand, I could never panic
I would kick another rhyme and align the planets
I’m ill and I’m dope, I got flows embedded in my genetic code
It’s inevitable, the benevolent will never know
Until I peep the program and free my soul
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2. |
Eclectic Slide
03:03
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Hello, greetings, salutations
It’s Nathan, broadcasting live from the basement
Take this moment, breathe and reflect
For your knees will begin feeling weak in a sec
This is a public service announcement
To make girls’ cervix spurt like a fountain
The earth, it is round and your verse is astoundingly wack
Cut the cable and I’m out
Can someone get me a Stella
Pass the poison, Myrcella
Putting down these yellow-belly fellas- Old Yellar
Hell or high-water hipster pants
I’m in my cellar gripping mics in my blistered hands
Shit g’damn, g’day, “I’m the man” ya say
I disagree mon amie, get ya mans away
I got a plan to stay in the barrel getting pitted
Told you not to do it, who knew it, ya gone and did it
Kid, I pump the bass so, punk, pump your brakes
I eat chumps like roast beef on a lunch date
must stay up to date, son fluctuates
When Jarv get hard he finna funk your face, uh
God dang if I had one wish
I’d be driving a black Mustang like John Wick
That I purchased with rapper cash
That’s a two-in-one, son, I have to laugh- ha
Fuck making it, I’m making it happen
I’ve accepted that I’ll never get to get paper stacking
Fuck making it, I’m making it happen
Kid, I’m putting on a clinic with this rap shit
But still I’m hoping that I blow up
So I’m drinking Coke and Mentos
Eating oriental food and freaking instrumentals
I want candy painted Cadillacs, I wanna be in Caddyshack
“That came out in the 80s” Yeah, time- I wanna travel that
G shit, yeah, gorilla style
Cruella de Vil’s illegitimate child, uh
Break me off a piece of that Kit Kat
And while you’re at it, get daddy a six pack of Switchback
Oh yeah baby I’m finna get loose
Slide left to right, excite with my moves
Who fi gwan test? Yes, them bound to lose
Leaving too many clues as to who got the juice
Dude, I flip shit like meat with a spatula
Look at me reenacting scenes from The Bachelor
Capture the stamina, too fast for cameras
“Daddy got his juice” I flash the gas canister
One day I’m gonna find my niche
I’ll never sell a million records and I’m fine with it
One day I’m gonna hit my stride
At your record shop, do the eclectic slide x2
Fuck making it, I’m making it happen
I’ve accepted that I’ll never get to get paper stacking
Fuck making it, I’m making it happen
Kid, I’m putting on a clinic with this rap shit, yo x2
One day I’ma hit my stride
At your record shop, do the eclectic slide x4
I’m sliding out
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3. |
All Day
04:06
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I grab the mic like, “It is I, son!”
Cleverly rhyme, sever the ties when the time comes
And when tides roll and swell, I’ll be caught up in the current
Currently I’m sure to be working instead of worthless
Production is produced, seduction is induced-
Under the fluctuating moods of the cuts and drum grooves
Just like the grooves in a record, I’m smooth with my gesture
Simplify the syllable and vilify my mind’s efforts
What is time? Does time exist? No?
Will it stop if I put a hole in that clock with my fist?
The fabric rips, the fabric tears
Flattened by the kick, cut in half by the snare
It’s the bass track that blows my face back
I’m in the speaker moving at light speed
You might need to replace that burnt fuse
Words move to the music in a free sense
We spend time creating rhymes with these pens, what
Yo, skull crush with a subtle touch
I bust ’til dusk, I guarantee I’ll tear MCs until I’m dust
But never dusted, I naturally function
On a higher level, fuck that devilish and dumb shit
Up into orbit I’ma send it
Surrender to the sentence, exit through the entrance
Entranced fans demand pen tricks
Tear whatever the pen hits
Test the kid, expect to get slammed, hammered and dented
sent it, like a full send, yadadamean?
Just gimme the microphone, I’ll shred an MC with ease
I’m the cool breeze rolling down your neck, giving you goosebumps
The new and improved dude raising the roof up
I like writing and I like making beats
Combine the two and then my cypher is complete
You want it free? naw, nothing’s free, fuck the luxury
I’m doing whatever it takes to clip
and cut these fucking puppet strings
Don’t get mad at him, cat is anti-establishment
Haphazard inhabitants lack half of the acumen
Fracturing all you thought, even shit you thought you knew
Asking, “Who the fuck is Jarv?” I’m asking who the fuck is you?
CHORUS
I just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day
I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write rhymes all day
I just wanna make beats all day, I just wanna make beats all day
I just wanna write rhymes all day, I just wanna write like right now
so check it out
If you really wanna sweat it, come and get it, kid
I’ll deaden your rep and jettison whatever resembles it
I’ll piss upon your silly-hoe style, so wild when I’m riled up
Put it on the file, I trust that you’ll never come back
Might get slapped with a vinyl
Sever the wack like Iron Mike snapped spinal
I’m through listening to what you’re telling me
I’m dwelling deep under the surface
and burning with hellish melodies
The furnace’ll roar, furnish a war with the weaponry
I’ve heard it before, laborator-style recipes are what I kick
Spit scripts until you split, when the thunder hits
Please heed warning, get up and dip, ya gotta go
I love flipping a sample with some upright
Uphold the utmost control of the mic
The blunts light themselves when my song comes on
I’m dumb tight when I write and I go on and on
Non-stop I throw statements, rolling in my spaceship
Getting top from your mom, GoPro taping
You know that I’m making average joe lame kids
So petrified, teeth-chattering, bone-shaking
Loe and behold my flows control souls
And ravages hoes’ holes, whole battling broke clones
I’m grabbing a choke-hold and tagging a foe’s toes
Imagine an old soul unraveling whole shows
CHORUS
It’s The Amalgam, son, it’s The Amalgam, kid
It’s The Amalgam of sound that I found within
It’s the Amalgam, son, it’s The Amalgam, kid
The Amalgam of styles that I proudly flip
It’s The Amalgam, son, it’s The Amalgam, kid
It’s The Amalgam of sound that I found within
It’s The Amalgam, son, it’s The Amalgam
And it’s bound to be astoundingly sick
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4. |
Busted
03:22
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Step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaw cats acting foolish
“You’re gonna remember me for the rest of your life for this”
CHORUS
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step to this and yo, you’ll get cold busted
Step up, kid, you’ll get cold busted
When I grab the microphone and bust it x2
Busting lyrics on tunes I made
You tried to sing along
and now you’re blue in the face
What, you didn’t know I was a superhuman?
Baby, what the fuck is you doin’??
Yo, c’mon quick, get your shit right
bitch, zip your lip tight
I know you’re gonna trip when it’s in sight
Like, “No, he wasn’t ready!” The flow like a machete
Put holes up in his belly and windpipe
Ahh, well never mind ya
If you’re broke, I will assign ya’
Tough guys a size 9 to your vaginas
Rise up, ahh never that, stand down
I look ya in the eye and ask ya, “Who the man now?”
Damn, wow, Jarv is a freak
And he spouts more heat than a gallon of Knob Creek
Or Eagle Rare, if we so dare
We should take it to the basement
I’ll meet you there
PRE CHORUS
Step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaws acting bad-natured
J stay smashing the place up
Yo, step your game up, don’t test the flavor
Check the way the rap activate a-
Pack of slack-jaw cats acting foolish
Staying uncouth, y’all knew this, yo
CHORUS
Busting a pattern with immaculate short chops
That’ll have an MC chugging a gallon of Clorox
One thing that my style has in common with your mom
Is probably that it’s fatter than a warthog
You’re not ready to rock the style of a-
Top caliber cat cleaner than hand sanitizer
I’ma get ‘em all hooked when I sign a deal
And I ship rhymes like a rap Pfizer
I saw rappers dropping dead
Author’s orders the doctor said
Toxic waste, spewing sewage, y’all are sooo stupid
Leaving ‘em booting when I lace this
Instrumental with molten traces
Strumming a shoe string, fucking your face in
Leaving your bed frame with busted bracing
Y’all are basic, flood your basement
Talk to God, make love to Satan
Make some magic, madness made it
Call your momma, your daddy’s wasted
Karma caught ya, caught ya slippin’
Catch a bad one, talk some fiction
Pot to piss in? Fill the pot full
Make some cash flow, kill the gospel
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
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5. |
Blue
03:25
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Another night, lonely, lazy and drunk
Trying not to go crazy in a bit of a slump
The going got tough, I’m having a hard time
Thinking, “Man, I’ll never get out of these blues alive”
I’m feeling pretty blue, man, I’m feeling pretty beat up
New chick I’ve been talking to don’t wanna meet up
Double D cups, I’m ready to feel my N U Ts bust
But she’s suss and now she got me living in a deep rut
Deep blue hues from the mood to the balls
Ex-girl refuse to move when I call
I’m sitting in my room and I’m leaning on the wall
Staring at the ceiling, hoping that it falls
Looking for happiness in all the wrong places
Half of me wants love, the other wants to run bases
Needless to say, life’s quite the predicament
I focus on the rhyme and I apply it to the rhythm
and I get a good feeling for a moment or two
But I go back to blue when the flowing is through
I’m shallow and I’m deep and I don’t know what to do
I’m torn and I’m feeling so blue
I’m so blue x4
Sometimes when I’m crafting the tunes
I’ll hear a sound that takes me back to my youth
When I think of where I am now, I haven’t got a clue
And often that’ll put me in kind of a blue mood
I miss being a kid, man, I miss having fun
So the other night I hit the playground just because
What have I become? I’m drunk and high
Hanging on the monkey bars, running up the slide
Jumping off the swings, I was running on the structure
I wish I had a time machine, I wish that I was younger
Didn’t think it would be this much of a bummer
Didn’t think that I’d be twenty-something
Living with my mother
It’s hard not to feel like a loser
When they ask me what I’m doing and I have to say, “Music”
It’s not fun feeling like a dumb slob
I should get a haircut and possibly a real job
I shoulda went to college, I shoulda got out of-
The small little town, now bound by nostalgia
All my friends growing up and beginning to move
But I’m still a little kid with the blues
I’m so blue x8
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6. |
Style
02:23
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Uh hi, my name is Nate
and fuck a long walk on the beach
I’d rather be hanging out
in this basement making some beats
Non-stopping, my mom’s gotta find it obnoxious
This constant knocking of these audible collages
Plus the hawk-spit of rhythms hella proper
I design prime-time lines, the rhyme author is too nice
Unless I’m faded off the brew, speaking of which-
That’s another thing I really like to do
Getting driggity-drunk with my cliggity-clique
When I’m chilling at The Station I get busy ya bitch
Find me in your vicinity, I’ll be swigging a fifth
But since I’m sober at the moment
I’ma spit it like this, uh
I don’t be drinking when I gotta rap
Because I just don’t wanna be sounding like that
I can take it up and away, kicking it quicker than y’all
And if y’all got a problem with that
You can take it up with someone giving a what, kid
When I get upon the mic, I begin bugging
And freaking out, leaving the beat in a pile
Ain’t a single MC who be seeing my style, uh
Pardon me, I ain’t tryina spaz, I’m not a fast rapper
I’m an MC who can rap fast when I see fit
I’ll make your people come to Jesus
When I freak a slow flow and leave a beat in pieces
So peep this, what, my fleek steelo’s-
Nineteen hundred and ninety-three degrees below
I’m ice-cold and someday I’ll be on
Until then I’ll switch the beat
and keep it moving along
Because, “That’s basically my style”
And y’all don’t even know what it means to be
What it means to be an MC
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7. |
Victrola
03:56
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Jump, jive, gettin’ jiggy in the basement
Jarv jaws give a true feeling of jubilation
July to June, son juggling jewel statements
Julie the june bug and jugular juice Jason
Are jamming out, Nate J can account
Jenna Jameson and Janet J. oughta joust
I jerry-rig a jock-jammed J to the jowls
And I chug a jug of Jack and I chase it with stout
Now Jarv’s automatically awesome
I’m dropping anvils from Andover Vermont down to Austin
Assembling an amazing array of anthrax and arsenic
The art of advanced arson
annihilating Anyone as I’m annoyed
at all of y’all androgynous androids
Anthropomorphic assimilations
Aren’t anywhere annexed or adjacent
To rhetoric really rad and hella rich
Robust rats rip raps irrelevant
Religious republicans reticent
Ready-writhe in the reticle of my Remington
Relish in raw, repugnant refuse
Rock-roll rhymes rough, rugged and rude
Revamp ramps and rev rally race rides
Reluctantly raggamuffs cut loose and vibe
Divide viles of vast verses
vamp various vile-verified versions
Vex and vent; veer void, violent vipers
Veni, vidi, vici; venemous verbalizer
Vigilance; vilify villages
Increase the volume, I’ll get villanous
And vicious like Invader Zim or Darth Vader
The way Vin Vega’s veins been-
Straight vitriol spinning on a victrola
On the track I’m sicker than Ebola
Post up and get roasted, son
J A to the R V’s dope as fuck
It’s straight vitriol spinning on a victrola
Shit’s sick, man, I thought I told ya
Show up and get roasted son
J A to the R V’s dope as fuck
It’s the jump off; jawbreaker jump ball
Juvenile Jarv in a jukebox junkyard
Jerry can judo journal-jacking junkies
Judas jumped Jesus, juxed him just cause he was judgy
All of y’all are actors affluent in Aspen
Actively adopting Alabama accents
Asinine adverts and adolescent apathy
Y’all amateur anesthesiologists aren’t attracting me
Rack ‘em, rack, rack ‘em, rackball
I’m in a Range Rover reciting some riveting raps, y’all
Roll out red rugs, roll reefer and resin
Relax with the resident relic
relish and rep his-Very vast vocabulary
vapid, vital and vulgar
Vibing in your vixen’s Volvo
visualizing the vulva
Then voila; vanish in a vaginal vortex
The verbally vascular vernacular vet
Will claim victory
spinning on a victrola
I’m a king, please get me a mimosa
I roll out and don’t show no bucks
Cause J A to the R V’s broke as fuck
I claim victory spinning on a victrola
When I was young I used to drink mad soda
But now it’s H20 because I’m so grown up, what
My name is Jarv and y’all can hold my nuts
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8. |
Preschool (ft. Wax)
03:46
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WAX: Big Wax, needle in a hay stack
doing it since way back
Big like The Payback or any other break track
I’ma decimate that, fill it up with great rap
call me Pat Sajak
Fortunate wheels of steel
torching the reel to reel tape or the ADAT
Force you to feel the real deal like a face slap
Into your brain, I engrain that
Fucking with me? you should refrain from that
JARV: It’s Nathan, that cracker with the dope shit
Master with the flow, sick, nasty and atrocious
Smacking up a foe, acting like I’m Hulk Hogan
Pass the microphone, get it cracking like a broke wrist
Pros get mowed with those slick poems I cold kick
Hopeless hoe-bitch, hold this whole dick
Go get gone, I’ll piss on your whole clique
Kick it on a lower plateau where you’re supposed to sit
WAX: Deodorant fresh
me- known to impress
We the coldest and the best
east over to the west
We ain’t knowing when to rest
keep flowing with finesse
When the beat’s over I’ma need to load another session
JARV: In time like a tick-tock-metronome-wristwatch
Keep it on the tip-top
summit of the Hip-Hop mountains
I touch clouds and hit flocks of birds with words
Herbs deserve to kick rocks
WAX: I spit hot, pristine, spectacular sixteens
JARV: Rapping on the ceiling at the Chapel of Sistine
WAX: Your worst nightmare
But the cat of your chick’s dreams
JARV: You’re no match for me
WAX: Get back yo
BOTH: Bitch please, half these MCs
get thrown back to preschool
JARV: People hear me rapping and they say..
WAX: Yeah, he’s cool
JARV: Half these MCs get thrown back to pre-k
WAX: People hear me rapping and be like…
JARV: Oh, he’s great
WAX: Half these MCs get thrown back to nursery school
JARV: They hear me rap and be like…
WAX: Word, he cool
JARV: Half these MCs get
thrown back in the uterus
WAX: People hear me rap and be like…
JARV: Who is this??
JARV: Yeah, yeah, back at it again
Young Jarv rapping like he downed a pack of Extenze
I’ll last ten rounds battling a pack of your friends
A mack daddy with slags, a jackass with a pen
I backspin like a B-Boy, back cue like a DJ
Spit like a fat cap writing graf on a beat break
These takes oughta be inducted in the library of congress
Jarv steady dropping that bomb shit
WAX: Pass the mic like you pass a baton
I’m in the house like you had
bought me at Bed, Bath and Beyond
If any rapper get to yapping, I don’t have to respond
I got a million songs I would rather be working on, I’m-
Magnificent, doing it mad different
Mad sick as if I had syphilis, my passion’s ridiculous
My craft is perfected and such
That people say that, to the beat I add an excellent touch
JARV: Sitting ducks, hit the rug
y’all ain’t got the skill
Cornier’n that girly on Dr. Phil
You catch me inside the cyph cause I’m ill
The mic is my scythe, I stab, slice and kill
WAX: Ask those in the know
who the illest with the ballpoint
Towards me, will be where they all point
Old school, action-packed, rapping really raw joints
If it was a movie it’d be one of them Steven Seagal joints
BOTH: Half these MCs get thrown back to preschool
JARV: People hear me rapping and they say..
WAX: Yeah, he’s cool
JARV: Half these MCs get thrown back to pre-k
WAX: People hear me rapping and be like…
JARV: Oh, he’s great
WAX: Half these MCs get thrown back to nursery school
JARV: They hear me rap and be like…
WAX: Word, he cool
JARV: Half these MCs get thrown back in the uterus
WAX: People hear me rap and be like…
JARV: Who is this??
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9. |
True Love (ft. Mr. Lif)
03:09
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MR. LIF: It’s true love like two doves represent peace
Wave my finger in the air then your rhyme is deceased
You feel grief- This is not a time for mourning
Or then I release the agent orange
Portions of thoughts went missing with no trace
Removing my grill, feel the man with no face
My identity eventually marked a century
What I conquer mentally defines where you’ll find me
Somewhere between the past and mega-blast
A tangible feel on what man can’t grasp
Release my grip then time slipped to silent
I write poems ‘til my dome’s an island
A land mass that’s composed of ash
Volcanic rushes consume all planets
Blackholes are left behind by my antics
Never build my self-esteem based on what the fans pick
Semantics, boy, gimme a break
When I’m sipping the continuum and drinking a lake
You may break, yes
I’m talking compound fracture
Masher, who kill him, the white boy Hatcher?
Yes, you’ve been marked for death
I monopolize ears then you’re charged for breath
Now your doctor wanna claim that I’m your cause for stress?
That degree was hard-earned, good times, nice guess
You’re wrong; I can rap all night long
can’t envision what my life would be without these songs
From the crack of dawn, ’til the sun is gone
Two words that can express the heart of this art form is true love
JARV: Young Jarv in the place to be
I rip the mic and I make the beats
Independent ’til death
yes, my property Is intellectual cause yes-men are obsolete
I’m probably way ahead of my time
Severing heads with indelible rhymes
You could try dissing him but when listening to the wax
Opinion’s irrelevant in the vicinity of facts
Back to basics, moving into the future
The fact to face is; my brain is a computer
A super computer with style and humor
That would never make a video rhyming inside an uber
Hip-Hop is not a novelty
It might be to you, but it’s not to me
So you can save the click-bait cause I got news
Respect and props don’t reflect the views
Who’s who? Well, it definitely ain’t you
I’m lethal with the pen and the pen is the weapon I choose
So boost the bass until it moves your face
Remain in tune and never lose your place
And my place is in the middle of rhythm
In the pocket I keep it rocking to the knock of the system
If the breakers wanna pop then Jarv will assist them
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida God’ll deliver the venom, uh
Yeah, it burns when I’m rubbing it in
I been fucking with words since I was a little kid
And yeah, I’m grown now and I ain’t never gonna quit
I ain’t never gonna stop cause I love this shit, it’s true love
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10. |
Focus
03:39
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Praises be by the grace of God
Little Nathan raised in a racing car
Underneath my seat is a mason jar
Full of weed that I raised in my neighbor’s yard
While I’m cruising around I let my music blare
Pedal to the metal, get it moving, yeah
You’re looking in my car like, “Who’s in there?”
I said, “Ooh my dear, I do declare”
Me, myself and hurricane Irene
Hitting VT like deers in high beams
Smash on the gas, take it up on a grass lawn
Having my fun now cause I know it don’t last long
"Let The Horns Blow", Dillon has been dope
I’m ‘bout to fill y’all in on some villainous info
I’ve got a brew in the cup holder, me and my kinfolk
Slug ‘em on backroads and chuck ‘em out windows
Yo, I called shotgun
My good friend Nate M is able to pop cans with his thumb
I wish that I could do it but I guess I’m just a punk
Fuck it, pop another one and turn the volume up
Cause we’re cruising ‘round in my car, it’s an ’08 Jetta
We’re cruising ‘round in Nate M’s car, it’s a silver Mazda
We’re cruising ‘round in TC’s truck, it’s a Chevy Silverado
We’re cruising ‘round in Ethan’s car, it’s a two thousand and six
Aww yeeuhhh- feel that
One hand on my lap, the other where the steering wheel at
Forreal jack, I think I need a meal or a snack
Cause we’ve been blazing and it ain’t often I’m weeded like that
And so we whip it out to Hartland, you already know
Gonna hit Mike’s for six packs, chicken tenders and jojos
I go slow when I’m stoned and fast when I’m buzzed
Unless I’m in the heart of town watching out for the fuzz
I know my limits and I know when to call it quits
I’ll arrive home alive, it’s survival of the fittest
I rise to the occasion and keep it in the lines
If I’m rolling with my guys then I’m fine- Why?
Cause we’re cruising ‘round in my car, it’s an ’08 Jetta
We’re cruising ‘round in Nate M’s car, it’s a silver Mazda
We’re cruising ‘round in TC’s truck, it’s a Chevy Silverado
We’re cruising ‘round in Ethan’s car, it’s a two thousand and six
Ford Focus x4
Check it out, I said praises be by the grace of God
Little Nathan raised in a racing car
Underneath my seat is a mason jar
Full of weed that I raised in my neighbor’s yard
While I’m cruising around I let my music blare
Pedal to the metal, get it moving, yeah
You’re looking in my car like, “Who’s in there?”
I said, “Ooh my dear, I do declare, let’s cruise”
I said cruising ‘round in my car, it’s an ’08 Jetta
We’re cruising ‘round in Nate M’s car, it’s a silver Mazda
We’re cruising ‘round in TC’s truck, it’s a Chevy Silverado
We’re cruising ‘round in Ethan’s car, it’s a two thousand and six
Ford Focus x4
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11. |
Can't Say
03:08
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Yo, I’ve been up in it a minute
And now I’m beginning to lose my patience
But that don’t mean that I’ll in any way
Be reconsidering my vocation
I’m doing it because I love it and buddy
That bit ain’t about to be changing
But once in a while I just need a reminder
To tell me I’ve already made it
When thinking about all the people
That’s living in terrible situations
I’m reminded I gotta be thankful
I don’t gotta be getting all the praises
Everyone can’t be on top of the planet
And damn it, I can’t be complaining
Maintaining and underground haven a tape at a time
I’ll be taking a page and then making it rhyme
I’m fine minus the limelight’s guidance
I’ll design my finest lines with the fires of applied science
Fly shit coming from inside your box
Busting’ outta the center of my skull and crossbones
Flow be disgusting
And they bite it and get all the credit
My homie recognized it and said it
“Man, these lines taste like Escargot”
Ha, what a shocker
I probably oughta cop a rocket launcher
And then pop off at all of y’all Jarv imposters
But then and again, fuck it
I’ll forget about it and keep it moving
Killing this music, showing and proving, building a movement
Skills improving with every rhyme I write, kid
It’s the sleeping giant keeping these MCs quiet, y’all-
Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop x4
Once in a while I can remember the day when I begin this rapping
And what I was feeling inside of my brain
And then what it was ended up happening
I can remember the weather
The way that the room had been decorated and the grade I was in
What was on television
The color of ink in the pen I was grasping?
Blue; Who woulda knew I just stumbled upon this eternal
Method of putting my heart and my soul
Into rhythm by flipping these words yo
I couldn’t even begin to imagine
The feeling that baby Jarv woulda been having
If he’d have known when he got older
He’d pick up a mic and ignite and inferno
I remember the journal
And how, when I got it I thought it was girl shit
It was a holiday gift and I thought to myself
“What I do to deserve this?
I want a video game and a mini-bike
You really don’t have a clue what a kid would like
I wanna do anything but just sit and write
It really doesn’t seem worth it”
Perfect, it sat on the shelf it was submerged in
Waiting to be unearthed, it seems simple on the surface
But thinking about it I can’t even fathom
How different it all would have been
If I never had opened it up out of boredom
I picked up a pen and was given a purpose
I’m a high roller
I’ll crush you like a bolder
Sucka, you ain’t cool man
You so stupid, seems like you
never even went to school
Fool, what you trying to do?
Can’t say shit about this Hip-Hop x4
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The Amalgam
04:13
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Yeah, it’s The Amalgam
I remember back in the day I would play video games
While I listened to this mixtape my big sis made
It had Bus-a-Bus, Del The Funky Homosapien
DMX, 2 Live Crew and Wu-Tang
Picture me, second grade, in my room rapping along
Playing Banjo and Kazooie with my boombox on
Ha, yeah, I can’t forget it to this day
It played a rose-colored role in what made me this way
And then in sixth grade I started skateboarding
And after the first day, nothing was ever the same for me
I found new music, I made new friends
Most of ‘em quit, but shit, I wish we could do it again
I mean, we could but that’ll probably never happen
When people grow, they tend to redefine what makes them happy
But I loved those days, I wouldn’t be the same without ‘em
Another chapter I have found bound in my amalgam
Now I’ma skip ahead to when I was twenty-one
Chilling at the bar, getting buzzy with my buds
MV just started rocking them shows
So I developed confidence when talking to them-
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, yo
I’ma try to keep it wholesome
I’ve been told that it’s good for the soul plus-
I’m in my mid-twenties and I’m tryina to show I’ve grown
One percent less self-centered and self-indulgent, ha
Yeah, that’s quite a feat, ya see-
I’ve been an MC since I was seventeen, which means
That I’ve been talking trash for years, even to my peers
Drunk battles at the Castle while I’m pounding some beers
Those were the days, but these are the days too
There ain’t no use living in the past, dude
You don’t get a take two
Make new memories, live it and be proud, son
Add some elements to your amalgam
It’s The Amalgam; Facets of life compound and become you
Whether or not you like the outcome
I hope it’s one you’re proud of
Sadly, the average person
Doesn’t appreciate the sun until the clouds come
But such is life, everybody got a vice
Finding my relationships falling by the waist side
Growing up is hard but you can’t forget to make time
Focus on your squad so that if you shine, they shine
And that’s what I’m trying to do; I’m trying to get ahead
I’m trying to have some fun with my friends
I’m trying to make bread; I’m trying to break bread
I’m trying to focus on the road ahead and keep my soul in check
I know the best days are yet to come
I don’t doubt there’ll be dark days as well, but I don’t worry about them
I’ll hold my head high except to bounce to the song
Keep it on, become one with The Amalgam, uh
It’s The Amalgam, son, it’s The Amalgam, kid
The Amalgam of sound that I found within
It’s the Amalgam, son, it’s The Amalgam, kid
The Amalgam of trials in this life I live
It’s The Amalgam, son, it’s The Amalgam, kid
The Amalgam of sound that I found within
It’s The Amalgam, son, it’s The Amalgam, kid
Live in the now, yet vow to dream big
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