The Boiler Room

by Jarv & Thief

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    Jarv on the rhymes, ThiefofBaghdad on the beats
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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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Track Name: Welcome
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
Track Name: 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

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
Track Name: Hot Yoga
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
Track Name: Flossin'
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
Track Name: Oh-Lawd
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
Track Name: Sometime
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
Track Name: The Beat
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
Track Name: Bad Woman
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
Track Name: Love & Loss
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
Track Name: Hungry
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
Track Name: Velvet
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
Track Name: Flat-Top
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
Track Name: Lady Killer
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
Track Name: Cards
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
Track Name: Up
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
Track Name: Slack-Jaw
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"
Track Name: Cut Loose
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
Track Name: What a Life
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
Track Name: Move
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
Track Name: The Boiler Room
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