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This is a different kind of hip hop, I'm givin you a drip drop
Of what it's like to never flip flop or let the hits stop
Fans call me Clinical, some man called me cynical
For reading senate meeting minutes and getting so critical
But listen, pay attention to politics where men in suits are runnin shit
Passing laws protectin using all these drones and guns and shit
Like peace is illegal, you American or you a bitch?
Choose wise or get lost in the mix
And pay attention to economics where men in suits are runnin shit
Passing laws protectin them from taxes help with selling shit
Your fleece has an eagle, that's gotta mean that you are someone
You're still anonymous and lost in the mix
See kids rockin the kicks that had Rick Ross gettin rich
Meanwhile the real boss was a man in his 60's with cuff links
it's all smoke and mirrors, unspoken terrors, and the joke is clearer
When you get a view of bygone eras
Cause history is cyclin while we get broken down like glycogen
And Mike 'n' Ike's have dye in them, who knows what cancer lies in them?
I'm just a cop cockin a glock in a post apocolyptic ocean mist
In other words I'll shoot you into the future with my prcociousness
I vomit andromedas you see my intelligence quotient is
Higher than thermometers you see chicken stuck n roastin with
So keep your hands ready for the spectacle, observe listen and learn
And we can ALL get Clinical
Free speech brings out the flower child in me, totally copacetic
But Clinical's so mimetic, so you never really know what you're gettin
My myelin hits the ozone, I'm a violin virtuoso
On the vocal folds, smokin to Paul Oakenfold
Got the hot noggin, not the Haagen Dazs and we been droppin bombs of trauma one day we'll wonder they're bombin us, Obama
Drones with civillian flesh residue
I'm a one man obsessed protest and expect no less of you
Topple monopolies, mephistophele comedies
Heckle records with sodomy, dick through the 45 hollow piece
Hike up thermometers, vomit comets kilometers
Been a monitor of the people ever since I was taught to pray to steeples
Got a momazon who expects me to be a phenomenon
So I strap the helmet on and vroom vroom kick start the rebellion on
Pit and the pendulum, dope, put a big ol' bend in the end of the rope
So if the sickle misses the throat, that's how I'm endin 'em
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2. |
Sunshine
04:04
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[Verse 1]
He's so nebulous, reputation is everything
Myopic, forgot to see the forest for the oaks and
The maple leaves swingin' to the ground like the feather
In the Forest Gump opening credits, he wants to get it
So bad he sometimes forgets to be a fan first
What made him rap in the first place, that damn thirst
To publish verbal puzzles, between his herbal guzzles
Lookin' at the purple skies nightly in his blanket huddled
All he wanted was his self expression
Fell in love with hip hop and learned a bunch of lessons
Now he's tryin' to stay focused
But he's bound to be hopeless every time he hears that little chorus
Tellin' him he can't do it, screw it, Steve
Too many fish in the pond, why did you believe?
In the first place, prolly 'cause since my first race
I've been eyeing first place
I got a mind to push envelopes,
Feel my heartbeat in every kick, ears are the stethoscope
My biggest fear is to let my hopes fade
How about you? I got a feeling it's the same
[Chorus]
Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we go to bed
As depressing as it seems, at least we got to dream
Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we, go to bed
As depressing as it might seem, makes you never wanna fight dreams
[Verse 2}
Step one, sit down and write a verse
Step two, got a joint, hell I might as well go light it first
Permission granted for isolation participation
It's not the healthiest, God grant me emancipation
Try to tame Great Dane level temptation
Guess I'm afraid of being lost when I run out of patience
I'm just a young man getting older
Got a job and a hobby and a school diploma
So what I want when I wake
Is the same thing I wanted with my mom cooking steak
When I was little, a mansion by the ocean was her favorite
But lately I've been barely makin' paycheck to paycheck
Played it in the tape deck, Guru and Primus
And now the mic and me are like the blanket and Linus
Used to be a boyscout back when I was young
Then on to track and now I'm on the track attackin with my tongue
[Chorus]
Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we go to bed
As depressing as it seems, at least we got to dream
Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we, go to bed
As depressing as it might seem, makes you never wanna fight dreams
[Verse 3)
I got the vocal box with the locusts
My only hope is that I'll never ever lose focus
I go by Clinical, stop in to drop a miracle
I can be serious, and I can be hysterical
Wifey's an Aquarius, prolly cause I'm a marigold
Siphoning life from hearing her pipes when the Holy Spirit goes thru 'em
And I wake up to a voice so beauteous
One you'll get it why I said I rap for the two of us
In the meantime we'll go to skating rinks
And wonder if our future child is gonna have the sandy kinks
It doesn't really matter in the end, couldn't be gladder
Won't pretend I wasn't sadder in the past and that it won't last
That's the unpredictability of being human
You wanna last, you need agility, a proper view and
Tolerance of pain instead of hollerin' insane
Up in the parlor with the neck vains swellin' 'til you split your melon
[Chorus]
Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we go to bed
As depressing as it seems, at least we got to dream
Sunrise, and sunset, we live then we die, then we, go to bed
As depressing as it might seem, makes you never wanna fight dreams
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3. |
Spoke on the Mic
04:42
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[Chorus]
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
[Verse 1]
Scratch tickets on the ground, come on now people
Look around and think about it,
How many people lookin down on their luck?
How many lookin stuck in a rut cause a WIC check comes then what?
I'm sick a hearing about little babies, and ladies with no men, no rent, and no sense
About how to get out, how to set things straight
It's kind of funny what I heard once in a debate:
[recorded voice] "Gosh but to tell our kids that before you have children, you oughta consider getting married first, well that's a great idea."
(laughing) Like it's that fuckin simple, you don't understand
I know that I'm just one man
But the whole damn country is tramplin upon the weak
Why are Republicans red? Oh yeah, blood on their feet (laughs)
I'm not a spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cause he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
How many problems can I fix, with the he said, she said high jinks?
None, nada, zip. Gonna take to the beat like Jack the Rip
And spread education, I get a standing ovation with the motivation
I'm facin topics with, bird droppings slip, from the sky I don't mind I'm already the shit
[Chorus]
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
[Verse 2]
Look up at the sky, you and I we're not alone
The U.S. got domestic drones
See it's fucked up and dangerous like junkies on angel dust,
Is it supposed to be safe for us?
Presidential kill lists, no due process
Sounds a lot like police in the projects
An understatement to say it's obnoxious
But not an overstatement to say it's obnoxious
[voice recording about military industral complex] (that's fucked up)
I've heard of the words 'protect and serve'
But drones in the sky? What next will emerge?
I'm not about police states
I'm about makin sure that our freedom stays free these days
It might sound like ramblin and nonsense,
Look how senators respond to comments
Always evading, with no apologies
Half study law, so you know their psychology (laughs)
[Chorus]
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
[Verse 3]
Last verse, to sum it all up
We still got folks in the slums, comin up
As little kids, 'believe in your government'
They won't protect you, but they might suspect you
Makes it irrelevant, doesn't it? Oven mit hot topics
Never touched like they're celibate, hot rockets
Watchin you, what could come of it? Someone's gettin paid
While you get a lump of shit
Off defense equipment, I jump the fence and
Rip it all off like a stripper and kept it
How clever, inject it in your skin like a virus
Watch the color change in your iris
See it's silent now when I spoke
Obama gotta give you credit for the drones in our homes
While the poor still shredded, indebted to masters,
No lyrical edit
This is dirty version
Lyrical insurgent with a mind probe like a surgeon
Clinical, I'm not cynical, I'm hopeful
Words of insight, you know I gotta coat full
Don't stop fighting, connect the dots
People speakin outta all fuckin sides of their mouths
Weed through the jungle, machete with a pen
I'm just doin my part, spreadin the news to you friend (ooh)
[Chorus]
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
I'm not a Spokesman, right? I'm just a man who spoke on the mic
Cuz he felt compelled to say what he believes and whether or not
You agree, I must bust this so hush, kid
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4. |
Smoke Screens
04:42
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[Chorus]
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious
[Verse 1]
The powerful and humanistically deficient, often elude conviction
Through a rude addiction, blowin the bugle to show depictions
Of the proletariat as do gooders workin for common good
I search the noggin good, bobbin for something Robin Hood
The patronizing is stabilizing like vaporizing
So as we labor, the man with the saber's paper's rising
Christmas bonuses, only a loan cause business owns us
See the onus is on us to show no one controls us
I'm boner pills to blue jeans, riddled with semen stains
Pop off the top, swallow and then I watch the demon drain
The subtle slight of hand, man behind the curtain
This is the real evil, backroom deals, smoke screens and serpents
Converging interests, nepotism is incest
Rapid rhythms of business cause palpitations in men's chests
Capitalism sins best after we happily invest
Trapped in an algorithm where the mathematics has been fixed
[Chorus]
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious
[Verse 2]
We're deactivating unions and captivating the humans
With the crap factories make, detach realities and tune in
Approach singularity, businesses with the power, we
Fightin for workin hourly, letting a few in
And keep the rest out, while we beat breasts about
Being the best, eagle crest, but the nest is out
Of many people's reaches, ignore what Jesus teaches
Depart to places of poverty with the regal beaches
Rewarding greedy leeches, who steal when they reach us
With credit cards, we sit at bars and drink away the stress that slowly eats us
We take the sins and maladies of the seniority
Fuck it, I'm spinnin a vision, original tragedy, my story see
I'm solid gold, acknowledge boldly my influence
In a country that's stolen from the cousins of the Inuits
Some hangin by the boot straps, the noose cracks the neck
That's the true tax, this view has the youth packin techs
[Chorus]
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, taught ropes and chain gangs
It's all smoke screens and pipe dreams
To keep the dope fiends on opiates, deception is copious
[Verse 3]
A meritocracy is like Heaven, so hard to see
Cause bureaucracies tend to block vision in botched democracies
And our greed's simply like God risen with the power to build Byzantines
We say our mission's clean while we keep our prison's mean
Control with mortar, we order wars at the border
The drones touring and slaughtering children, oops, at the corner
Call it necessary casualties, we're less than fragile, see
We're blastin assholes east for everlasting peace
And everywhere I see a sedentary population
People controlled by the roles of Uncle Sam's narration
New Jim Crow, a throwback to those who
Told Blacks to go and don't act like you don't know
I got the focus, though, to see the hocus pocus go
A plague of locusts, no, it's just the age of hopeless so
On the stage my opus blows, under the dopest flows
As I retire to the pyre, catch fire and smoke
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5. |
Solid Gold
05:54
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[Intro]
Let's get into it, let's get into it
1, 2, 3, 4
[Chorus]
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
[Verse 1]
So, my dreams are solid gold, large and bold
Impressed upon the mountainside, go out and cry, they echo out and multiply
You sit with sunken eyes, and sulk and try to look alive
To rectify your hellish 9 to 5, I couldn't justify
Denying all my early life in in search of chasing money
Replacin friends with business buddies, wrestlin deadlines every Monday
I'm on my own path, do not come ask me what my plan is
I got myself this far, I'm pretty sure I'll get to finish
And I got my savvy smarts so that preceding caveat
Should ward off any self assured and preachy types, I carry lots
Of reason to go on with music, the first bein
How I choose to use it, reinvent the world and how I view it.
Picture like when your mother uses those electric beaters
And the metal bars rotate while the batter hits the ceiling
That liquid cake is like my energy, a sweet nectar
Penetratin everything, the sugary sweetness hemorrhaging
I got a rhyme cadence flowin and a stage presence going
And it's time that I'm showin everyone what I've been knowing
All along to every songs instrumental section
That I could wreck it like my job is really demolition
Hallucinations, delusions of fame and fortune
The incorrect reason to pursue entertainment, just watch me
You gotta have some irons in the fire, but you also need to gather tinder
To bring it into existence in Winter
[Chorus]
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
[Verse 2]
Where am I going? What am I doing? Boy, I'm lucky
Easily could become 'where are my royalties? Who am I suing?"
All for nothing
And I'm not plugging that you keep from climbing the ladder
But I'm just trying to analyze methodically my future
If I DO do good with music, how could I confuse it
With a lavish lifestyle and synonymize it
With happiness, trapped in a facsimile
With rappin it's worthless if life becomes purposeless
Encirclin me
When I was once in control, now I'm curled up in a ball
Feelin like I was in school, so isolated, alone
But if I could rock an open mic like every single night
And mingle in the crowd afterwards, yeah I'd be alright
And get paid just to do it, no question I'd pursue it
But so would everyone, I know I'm sayin nothing new
But still my blood boils like insurgencies, a military coup
That burdens me, like everytime I think the perfect world for me
Would soon arrive, and I'd revive the local music scene
Restoring power to the people to decide what sinks and swims
And I would recommend you come to see me
Don't have to buy a CD, just be the one twistin like the screw of Archimedes
Expressing verbally you need me, and I'll be on stage
With the nerve to serve the ladies and the gentlemen
Hot like Hades, Beelzebub, the Devil sings, spurtin outta my mouth
Thunderin loud like the kettle drum
[Chorus]
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
[Verse 3]
So in the end when all is said and done the war's within
I pay no attention to those who decrease motivation
I take the pen and get to spillin ink silly
Paper's fillin, so it's clear that what you really think is nothing
My ability is something that is humbling, I rise like finished dumplings
Despise the men in cufflinks, financial district men get assimilated
It's rough and, tumble livin hand to mouth, but at least I feel
I'm a man with clout when I stand with open mouth
Approach the stage with a rage, came to cave em in
With lyrical intensity like Im quotin the Raven man
I'm staring out the windows, to see which way the wind blow
I guarantee I'll see a thousand rappers go where it goes
I make originality my top priority
How many raps you know use the acoustic with authority
I bring the clarity in ways you couldn't fathom
I'm scarin em with a smile like my name is Wednesday Addams
I'm splittin atoms and hittin Saturn in gritty patterns
I treat detractors like Bilbo Baggins in little wagons
Get carried off while fans rally around me
Down the alley where I started rapping, have you heard me lately?
Grapey apey in my mind, spreadin rabies in the rhymes
Like scabies in the skin, give me your ear and then I'm in
What a career I'm just beginning, it's definitely not the ending
Used to dream of this and then I made it happen, now I'm ranting
[Chorus]
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
My dreams are solid gold you're never gonna stop me
Battlin the people saying "rappin's just a hobby"
Tellin me to give up, shut the fuck up, you copy?
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6. |
She's Crumbling
04:08
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[Chorus]
If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me (Cause she's crumbling)
Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl and I don't see who can help me
If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me
Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl, just a little girl
[Verse 1]
Lisa drinks a lot with her husband,
But her husband's not who she's lovin
Her husband's not good at something like trusting her out in public
Got his name on the sublet, he makes the money that runs it, so she's
Bound to him, a gag order don't frown at him
And don't give him lip, cause he'll make it split drowinin in his prescription He's her addiction, fuck her conviction,
Everytime he gets convicted, she tricks the system
And bails him out, so he can wail and shout
Sometimes her son is home, so she behaves until her cousin takes him out
And then she eggs him on, it's like she likes it
They're drunk and she takes his ear and then she bites it
Who do ya know who goes to work black and blue, that's a clue
But no one said anything like "shhh, that's a clue"
You don't know how hard it is to stare right at the bruise
I worked with her at the drive-thru, 6am to noon
[Chorus]
If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me (Cause she's crumbling)
Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl and I don't see who can help me
If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me
Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl, just a little girl
[Verse 2]
His nose is runny, suppose it's funny, but now it's bloody
Always corroding, this dope is broke cause coke is money
We're slow like honey to him, his world is super sunny
His daughter wanted a pony, he told her, 'okay, Jenny'
She's savin pennies for rabbit food, her mother doesn't
Have the heart to break it to her, Daddy's breakin that one, too
He's busy wallowing behind a closed door
And he's comin to you no more, unless you are his paid whore
He's still a deadbeat, his bed wreaks like dead meat
For ten weeks, he's been on a binge, he calls it a winning streak
There's still nothing in his fridge, so when his little peach visits him
it's out to Mcy D's and then the town beach
He gives her just enough hope and rope to hang herself
She gives him just enough hope to fuckin kid himself
He's too deluded, inflated to go and kill himself
But he's goin and flurtin with death dirty like his bill of health
[Chorus]
If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me (Cause she's crumbling)
Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl and I don't see who can help me
If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me
Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl, just a little girl
[Verse 3]
Life gets weirder and weirder the more it goes on
She just found out he's not her real dad, wait hold on
Always noticed no resemblance, but never asked questions
She's light headed on the night he said it and has to role on
With school, the eighth grade, where secrets even friends say
She just started to wax her eyebrows and now the wax and wane of life
The ebb and flow has come and scooped her up, is this God with punishment
Cause she used booze to loosen up?
At the party the other night, she's starting to feel a bit
A squeeze in the stomach, now vomits comin up she's running
Barely made it to the bathroom, mother's in the staff room
And when she punches out, she's comin home to feel the wrath soon
What made him choose now, she moves to the ground
A carousel of emotion, inhaling aerosol motion
What other secrets are kept from her, it has to be destined
That the man who rejected her is out there expecting her
[Chorus]
If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me (Cause she's crumbling)
Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl and I don't see who can help me
If you see me, just walk by, please don't mind me
Cause I'm dust to the world, just a little girl, just a little girl
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8. |
Feel the Love
03:30
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[Verse 1]
It's hard to break down your family, look my family's made me break down
So angry, like face down in the pantry, I'm talkin about those
Many heavy tensions, resentments don't get talked about
That maybe should, maybe they'd do some good if we could work em out
But you know the past what with its wicked shackles
I look at the past and what we been made to tackle
Some are insane obstacles (what?) I mean obstacles, gotta give props
To Mom, phenomenal, she operated with child support lacking when Dad was optional
And sister and brother got issues they wish to uncover
No tissues when I had discovered, just shock, felt like I had fists of rubber
Wrists of blubber, body limp, damn my family's been through things
That changed my whole perspective like plot twists to show detectives and
My head's in a knot, my depression is hittin the spot
It's a blessin, believe it or not, my mama's wonderin what I'm talking about
It's better to rot than confessin your innermost thoughts
That's what I thought til I grabbed the mic, now everyone's wonderin what I'm talking about
[Chorus]
I learned to sing cause there are things in life that sting
And what we bring to the mic is topics that I thought you'd wanna talk about
Cause we got problems in our family, broken bottles if you feel me
I wanna feel the love so we can work it out
I learned to sing cause there are things in life that sting
And what we bring to the mic is topics that I thought you'd wanna talk about
Cause we got problems in our family, broken bottles if you feel me
I need to feel the love so we can work it out
[Verse 2]
I remember this one fight in the car, sucks, it damaged me
Ran behind the nearby Starbucks, and cried until my mom's text
I got inside the car and everyone was silent,
sister reachin back to hold my hand, no opening my eyelids
We got home, I told her we can't seem to all go out together
Without settlin out whatever, or these shouts will sprout forever
Don't think my family wasn't close to me, the opposite
We're stars up in the sky until a comet hits, how hard is it?
To understand the push and pull of family roots that fun deep
I think I have a few fans who know exactly what I mean
Dysfunction's nothing new, it can be subtle or subdued,
But it's always been conspicuous, rich or poor some ridiculous
Shit is happening right now, legal battles in the court
Could be divorce, restraining orders, or a fight now,
Down to depression, anxiety, tension, broken sobrieties
We all got family issues, mine inspire me
(Talkin) What else can they can do? I'm through with them beating me down. . .
[Chorus]
I learned to sing cause there are things in life that sting
And what we bring to the mic is topics that I thought you'd wanna talk about
Cause we got problems in our family, broken bottles if you feel me
I wanna feel the love so we can work it out
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9. |
Tiny Violins
04:16
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[Verse 1]
8am, another day in bed, while we all get ready for work
He works on another reason to stay in bed
10 'o clock and 11 both pass by
You'd never know he's been awake since past 5
Quick sand in his blanket, webs in his head
He's like a mummy, why isn't his tummy fed
He's hungry, but hungry's not enough to get him running
Red eyes from the rubbing, meds dry up his tongue and
Bed wetting is a side effect, if there was anyway outta this
Wretched lethargy he'd get up, pack, and fly direct
But all he knows is what he knows, sweaty toes, smelly clothes
Damp socks, he's toxic anywhere he goes
His friends left in the dust by his apathy
His bikes now covered in rust, and barely has a seat
And helpin mom out with the rent's outta the question
He cannot hold a job while he's held by his depression
So he just stays there, glazed by the sun rays,
Another year down, another one to waste
Wanna break the shackles, doesn't know where to go
Paralyzed by the fear of the unknown
[Chorus]
So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins
So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins
[Verse 2]
Ballet for Shima, that used to be her passion
Well that and fashion, first to go to college,
Study both was her hope and that hope was everlasting
Until her friends introduced the concept of fasting
Now she's calorie counting and every plate her mother
Places in front of her looks like that of a mountain
But, no one's suspecting her, she's naturally thick
She's got a little way to go until she looks really sick, but
Fast forward a year later, she's on the radar
Her mother's technique now is just to yell at her
She's tellin her she's too heavy, that those White friends are too petty Now she wants to quit ballet, she's too heavy
In her mind's eye, blinded by something,
She doesn't even know, an elusive beauty goal
With a solid foundation of feelin no control
Quest to regain it lands her in the hospital
With tubes pumpin the liquid nutrition into her
Her dreams slip away from now, will they remember her?
Before it's too late, all day she ruminates
She's got the wrong body type, she wants a body like
A ballerina. . . One of those skinny ballerinas, she used to dance with
[Chorus]
So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins
So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins
[Verse 3]
He's locked in a box in his heart
Conditioned by his environment just to rot
In his cell, he fucked up in life, fucked up with his wife
Got fucked up on white with a cop one night
Oops, like father, like son the way his life runs
Parallel to a weak vein, every weak rain
Cocaine made him sane, gave him great fame
Everybody knew Dane until the case came
Then they all disappeared, no he's friend impaired
Ratted a dealer out, his sentence now is just a year
Shitty state drug rehab, imagine
In and out, easy relapse, and now he's back in
Jail bars close, you bet the guard knows
Dane's one of a million, his brain's a chameleon
Changin permanently with the magic dust that he needs
That keeps him in the unjust system, in the weeds
Labeled a criminal, really a victim
Remembers when he got his dad coffee and he kicked him
Cause it was too cold, now they're too old to make amends
That's how his story ends
[Chorus]
So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins
So many suffer in silence, we suffer from blindness
When we look, all we see is our own eyelids
So many suffer in silence, marooned on an island
All they get is tiny violins
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10. |
Wat 1 Kin Du. . .
04:34
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[Verse 1]
Some didn't know that Clin could chill out
In time my frame would fill out
Haven't sold many records so I
Keep tellin myself I'm no sell out
I shop for vinyl, drop lines in style
Got beats in piles
I'm so blood thirsty that I just spit viles
Trails for miles
I'm down with radical cause
And question definitions of probable cause
Don't mess with prodigal politics
When it comes to stocks and wars
And all those bottles that I would drink
Had to give it up, now it's gone
Had to develop another rappin style
Had to just get up and now I'm back for a while
Got a release, a little EP for you,
Smokin it up and watchin CB4
Grip the bic, inject ink so sick
I'm hip to shit that gives off that stink
I could rap flowers for hours
Embarrass the sourness cowering
Under my feet, I will repeat
I'm not gonna retreat, keep getting deep
And turn those pickles to pickled beets
I rap over them, and they will see
A map showin them how to be free
Not how to me, arouse you like Cialis
And I see Alice come to me one night
Give a flash of my left ring finger
Fitted with a silver ring from my lovely lady
Sit back, relax and enjoy these phrases
[Verse 2]
16 bars, 16 bars, bite one of my lines
End up with 16 scars
It's not that serious, look at Clinical's drive
They don't know quite what gear he is
No pantomime, when I'm on my rant rhyming
Got cancer climbin, look at my sample's timin
It is clearly driving this damn assignment
Unravel my tongue like a red carpet
Head to head's where I wanna start my heart gets
Blood pumpin, my gut is rumblin
Got a fuck all stuck and stumblin
Cause he sucks but he won't stop mumbling
20 bucks says he won't stop pummeling
With the words that'll make or break you
Done on take 2, Clinical break thru
Takin your finicky, cynical shit away
Tricky with remedies, lips sticky from the Heavenly nectar
That I am spitting all day
Getting all gray cause I'm getting old saying that a Clinical track,
Yep is good for your brain
Stick a thermometer, hit em phenomenal, I'm a bit a Mohammed Ali, and that is insane
What I say is plain as rain on African plains, I'm not for that fame
I'm out for that pang, pang in the heart that went bang bang right, right From the start.
See I'm kinda dangerous, a gladiator, monster in the attic with strangers
And I'm a gladly cater to no rapper's flavor, just cause they're famous
[Verse 3]
This is sicker than a 'hit that ass, click clack blast, big fat blunt smoke rap
That's cashin in on those formulas that keep seepin into those cochleas
I'm baskin on top of those patios, to listen to some college radio
Cause too many mainstream radio waves will assimilate you like daily
It's all just a fad like the Paleo diet, maybe I'll buy it
Then again maybe I'll just stick a fuckin knife in my left eye socket
Strap my tongue to a mother fuckin rocket
I lock it, and pocket the key, cause no wack rapper's gonna cop it from me
The secret's believing and not bein meek
You be you, cause you're not bein me, stop copyin me
The cigarette burnin your feathers, the minute you turn I'm a get it
Usurpin the senate with purpose embedded in
Certain kinetic linguistic features, rip shit preacher
Stay cool and calm cause I need you
When the needle drops believe you me
I'll heave n ho til the people go
Obscene at my show and streak-ah
That's Clinical, needs dental and medical
Spit so strong that his teeth broke
But that's minimal, I once totaled a rental
Spit til I got my steering wheel soaked
With a crash, bang suck a predicament
Up in the thick of it, thinkin I like the stink of it
I'm on the bring of it, don't even think of it
Dynamite, saw me lickin on the tip of it
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11. |
Path of Life
04:40
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[Chorus]
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
[Verse 1]
The stress of opening back up the past
They say it's complicated, that term will never be outdated
If it was a race, I would crash and come in last
Tryin to run away from it, the guilt that left me devastated, see
See my father was a smart man, charismatic
Everyone in the town knew him, I was proud about it
I used to stay up with him, late, forgot about it
He chain smoke, while we drank coke, shouldn't a done it
But at the time when you're a kid it's all normal
Like hearin Mom,, tell me things about him that were horrible
He went to work sometimes, sometimes he didn't
My mom got child support, 'cept when she didn't
She was so stressed at the time, yelling at me
Dad, cool and calm, I liked him always happy
Tackle football in the yard, we'd wrestle on the ground
Two peas in a pod, jeez, I really miss him now
[Chorus]
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
[Verse 2]
So what's the song about, it sounds like pleasant reminiscing
Well, at 25, I'm sick a sulkin over this thing
Sick a staring at the wall numb, it's all dumb
Sick a wondering if I'll ever get a call from him
Sick a figurin it all out,
When It just comes down
To how things got blown out of proportion, when I turned 10, things shifted
He started getting pissed off, so I started drifting
More and more to my mom's house
Realizing how much time my dad was spending on the couch
I saw a hypocrite who couldn't be a real man
I heard the stories how he's steal money from the fam
The 5th grade was a coming of age
I guess my mom thought she saw the turning of a page
Talked to her lawyer, who told me write a letter
I just wanted some space, now it's a legal separation?
(Damn, I didn't plan for that. I didn't plan for that. to happen like that)
[Chorus]
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
[Verse 3]
So I sit down and pen a letter to my father
Still terrified to face it, there's a copy in my mom's basement
'Dear Dad, I love you but I'm gonna stay with mom for now. . .'
The rest I repressed and I'm
Not sure if there's an encore in store for us
I never heard back, didn't know what ignoring was
Supposed to mean, Now I know he did not have the
Capacity to be there, he had his own demons
And I grew up dreamin that I tore us apart
But in hindsight, maybe I just saw in his heart
That his heart wasn't in it, but my heart wasn't finished
fully growing, fully molding, at 10 years old
And in a minute I would take him back
That's what I grew up thinking
But I jumped ship, so instead I grew up sinking
And everybody's got their stories, that's one of mine
If you ever think about me, Dad, I'm doin just fine. . .
[Chorus]
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
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12. |
Devastating Mechanism
04:58
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[Verse 1]
King of linguistics, semantics, in case you missed it
My wicked rant takes fanatics to the most sadistic
Addictive, seductive, prolific spots
Manipulative plot to wreak a wicked, wretched hot
Shot, plan, serving skeptics verbal neuroleptics
They didn't think the track would make 'em go insane
Lemme pick your brain, lemme rearrange everything you think you know
About a sick and wicked flow
Stickin out your nose, stuck up, delivering the lowest form of prose
Couldn't hold a candle to Clinical it goes
Without saying, without berating, I'm operating late at night coop the saying
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, so I combine the two to make noise
When given opportunity to voice opinion, I'm feeling comfortable in my little dominion
Will I awake in the Dominican Republic with a million dollar mansion and a ranch with an extension for a quest?
Or will I pray to God to get enough cash for rent? Wait, Lemme write a verse first
Yes, Let me shape a little piece of model clay
Outta my way, I forgot how to play nice
Late nights in the same seat brings heat
Need to release these beasts, gotta bring peace
Peace be with you, peace be with me
Peace be with clouds, peace be with trees
Peace be with frisbees flyin outta the hands of the youth into man's best friend's teeth
[Verse 2]
Peace to the custodian, who opened up the music room
So I could bury these things like a funeral
All skills final, immutable, indisputable, like a rhino
Chargin with the tool to kill
You fold a hand when you think that it's losable
I'm like John Proctor in the Crucible
I'm cocksure when the clock turns over to
Daylight savings, ain't nothing like makin a new day
Great,elated a raving, lunatic soon equipped with a studio to move a load of tracks
Massive attack, like a big acidic batch, fatale wait til Clinical gets paid in full
They don't know, the industry still sells stems, seeds, and hemp leaves
If they don't go, expanding the goals, or raising the bar, I'm raging a war
Marketing plots target low denominators sellin shit I wouldn't buy in a parking lot for later
Pickin locks and pickin pockets, hope the people think about it
He could drop a friggin bomb and still they couldn't live without him
Back in action, acrobatic rap assassin, moving fluid rhythms suitable to ruin solar systems
Over hills and open fields, holdin global wisdom
Showin all his focus and his hocus pocus mysticism
His only mission is existin in his current myth n,
Makin music entertainin, rainin down upon
With any subject you could fathom, he could take it on
From immigration, all the way to bein beaten on
[Verse 3]
Last verse cursed worse, in any order order setting borders order all the mortar, sorta like a call to war.
Torturous the water boarder fortress, causing only boastin when I'm roastin most of rappers with an attitude
Sad and rude beatified, canonized, flying through your mind with a can of gasoline to let it atomize
Mescaline illusion eyes, Aleutian Island paradise, hallucinate with lucid eyes
Posin like your crucified, mystifyin education I provide
I risk annihilation, sighin all the whie, when I collide
With the cochlea to soak it to the follicle
Like Annie Oakley, poking it so accurate, maniacal
Tyrannical like icicles, sharp cold and wild tones
Can't be contained by a metronome, can't see my name
I'm a letchu know, Clinical, the clinic is a second home
Where my verbal treachery is takin hold
Catch my breath, let mind rest, in my zest, the zeal is real
Is that my best? What do I have left? What do I access, to seal the deal?
Every line an homage to my dreams, communicate by pedagogical means
Why? I'm more than mere mirage of a sea to a heat stroke victim, I even resurrect him. . .
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Clinical Boston, Massachusetts
Clinical is a Boston based rapper/producer born and raised in Rhode Island. Coming from independent, underground hip hop and garage band jams, Clinical joins different musical influences, creating beats that incorporate live instruments with virulent samples. Clinical raps in relentless conversation style, hitting everything from corporate and government control to family love and tribulations. ... more
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