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Chorus One (Rhymer/Educator): "Will I lead, will I be, what I've been called to be? What'll I be? What'll I be? (2x)"
Verse One (WittiestMC): "He puts on his headphones, his home away from home, that he can't quite leave, cuz he's not quite grown. When it hits, speakers start to blast rhymes, he calms down like the eye of a Cat 5, parents don't neglect him, peers don't disrespect him, his heart's not broke, girlfriend didn't reject him, flippin' through tracks helps keep him on track, to focus on the future and move on from the past, confidence from the hype raps, hope from the light raps, strength in the words, finding courage to fight back, anxiety, depression, fear, down, deception, and self-hatred of an inward projection, if music is the most important therapy session, crank it up and let it heal, that would be my suggestion, to anybody going through it, anybody hearing this, I feel your pain cuz I'm speaking from experience."
Chorus Two (Rhymer/Educator): "I've often wondered what it would take me to just feel normal, to fit, be mortal. Still there's a voice that's been whispering you're meant for more. Oh, what is in store?"
Verse Two (Rhymer/Educator): "My eyes open and it's brilliant, like Marvin Gaye in the rain, What's Goin' On from refrain to refrain, granted a masterpiece'll treat you that way, but it wasn't really the music that floored, it was more a door to escape, open the hatch and then descend into breaks, wait for the scratch to bring it back so that another track will treat you the same, said I was rude cuz I'm not hearing my name, I'm blocking out a world that's less in tune with me and trading it for the fame, you call'em earbuds or Air Pods, I call'em Take Me There Pods, a crown upon my hair that's barely there but lets me sit upon a chair next to our shared gods, of yester-year, present tier, odds suggest I'm probably the future here, my formidable days were menacing, my self-esteem was low, a Lil' Jon call-and-response, it's not Tennyson, understand the genre to get the ambiance, music has been a blessing and saved me more than once."
Chorus (Rhymer/Educator): "I've often wondered what it would take me to just feel normal, to fit, be mortal. Still there's a voice that's been whispering you're meant for more. Oh, what is in store? Chorus One (Rhymer/Educator): "Will I lead, will I be, what I've been called to be? What'll I be? What'll I be? (2x)"
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Verse One (WittiestMC):
"Crack the windows let the bass out. Cruise control, I ain't tryin' to race out. Comatose on the vibe, with a ride, I'm inside, nothin' I'm tryin' to find, I just want to take a drive. Forget the highways. Back roads only, all by my lonely, the beat's tryin' to show me, lyrics, a vision, a story, a mission, the purpose, I'm given, the reason, for livin', should I do it mellow, or go hard on the instrumental, tear the beat up like I don't know how to rhyme gentle? Be easy. We tryin' to put out this CD. Compatibility, make it an mp3. On point like the man CP3, but I shine like the man C-3PO, when I roll down the road, gotta glow, let it show, gotta go do a show, gotta flow when I'm home, reflective like chrome, bright like you've never known, inspired by the Gold Dome"
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"This night is Infinity. It's that scene from the Perks, David Bowie in the tunnel and it somehow works to awaken, stirring in me something so right, looking at her like she at the right hand of God tonight. Adoringly I glance at her clutch, she laughs in a blush, keep it cas(ual) as we touch, I look back at my lane, turn the volume clockwise, this night is the best of times, this night is Infinity"
Verse Two (Rhymer/Educator):
"This night is instrumental. This night is Matt McConaughey level in a Lincoln Continental, this night’s a smoky room with a crush, this night is a martini at the bar, this night is Bogart film-noir, it’s every Billie Holiday song, it’s Papa Hemingway with a bottle, we can save the crazy for tomorrow, this night is sweet news from a herald, F. Scott Fitzgerald, she in my view with Daisy like apparel. No need to put the 20’s on my ride when the 20’s at my side, we roaring as we cross the county line, she Paris Was a Woman, I’m her Gertrude Stein, She Rose is a Rose is a Rose she my poetry, my prose, and a song in the Bose, invincible all night until we dose, but not until the whole world knows, but not until the whole world knows."
Chorus (2x)
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Verse One (WittiestMC): "Now this a laid back instrumental, kind of like a Tribe vibe, feelin' sentimental (yeah), but my style is temperamental, this is smooth hip-hop, opposite of heavy metal, I wanna be considered as a lyrical genius, and just to clarify I'll tell you what that means is, I wanna stand up, gotta stand by my thesis, one of rap's meanest but also the cleanest, it ain't too hard to drop f'bombs and cuss words, I wanna build up therefore, I'm using plus words, create, advance, progress, enhance, circulate a plan, go as far as you can and wow, my dude I'm in a good mood, gotta new beat that means I had to come through, and kick the verbal kung-fu, microphone check, one-two, one-two
Chorus: "And sum’ bout the day, gives me what I need to say, I feel invincible (3x), yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, I feel invincible"
Verse Two (Rhymer/Educator): "The sun’s energy in full-effect, Vitamin D convinces me I’m Superman like what happened to Clark Kent, relaxed and laser-focused kickin’ back on a park bench, when I was at my lowest ain’t a Lois to park next, to me but now I’m in my Lane, I’m feeling all but plain, she Daily on my Planet, eased the pain she lidocaine, she ain’t a Brainiac, Luthor Lex, but still complex enough to know Manchester Black, she’s got a mind for useless facts, baby I’m Similac, I got the formula for her to tour a Dora explore the weekend in Bora Bora, reasons to ignore her, I’ve got a not a one, she not the type of girl that tends to have a lot of ones, sweet like gelato, sing staccato when the day was fun, and I’m a better emcee, when the sound check is done, hey is that mic turned on? One, two, one, two, the day has just begun"
Chorus: "And sum’ bout the day, gives me what I need to say, I feel invincible (3x), yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, I feel invincible"
Verse Three (WittiestMC): "Now Zeus got the juice and Pan got the flute, Persephone got the fruit but I got the truth, poetry in motion, drank the flow potion, lines in my rhyme'll run deeper than the ocean (yeah), and we can ride to Infinity, for my craft I got a real proclivity, approaching the vicinity, I've got an affinity for rap validity"
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Chorus: "Where'd ya come from? Where did you come from? Where'd ya come from? Oh, come from, come from."
Verse One (Rhymer/Educator): "A little man-to-be, Stranded on a makeshift canopy, Index on the radio, Waiting on a fantasy, Circle with a red fill, Underneath my hand to be, Pressed it when a rap tune rang into reality, I saw the duality, people acting childishly, blurred the lines of character and storyteller stylishly, mom and dads were not the biggest fans so naturally I would sneak cassettes of artists I would seek into my pillowcase and sleep, that kind of contraband must've made me creative, it made me guilty of loving the innovative, if they'd have found em they'd probably play the plaintiff but I was determined greater than their detection could favor, I never wanted their narrative for my own, no care to give for the colors they wear or sign that's thrown, the marriage I opted into was not what I would condone, but rather pictures they painted made me want to paint my own."
Chorus: "Where'd ya come from? Where did you come from? Where'd ya come from? Oh, come from, come from."
Verse Two (WittiestMC): "Where does the inspiration come from? When I'm in the studio until the sun comes. Thinking back to when I was a young one. Lying to Moms thinking that she was the dumb one. I told her that parental advisory didn't, and rappers didn't cuss, it was more for the matter and the themes and the images that they project, it took a lot of work to get her not to object, but deep down I knew she wouldn't really approve because of the way she raised me to have values, I put nothing on the record that I wouldn't say on record, I take pride in my content as well as my effort, music is like a window to the soul, and integrity through the pain is the goal, so I'm going all in, I won't fold. Cuz that's the only way my story will be told (for real)."
Chorus: "Where'd ya come from? Where did you come from? Where'd ya come from? Oh, come from, come from."
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Chorus: "Put in work, go hard, grind all day long, go big or go home, superize, King Kong, go crazy, go nuts, no guts no glory, go big or go home as I write my story."
Verse One (WittiestMC): "I ain't ever gonna back track, and you ain't ever gonna hear me spit a whack rap, going in like I'm flowing on a fast track, 'Who am I?' That's Witte if you ask that. I'm going in, going in, going in, going in, it's my shot to miss so I'm going for the win, they be like 'Where he at?' 'What he doing?' "Where he been?' fair enough, I was M.I.A. for about 10, the Rhymer said he get back to it, I said 'Come on down to the Natti, let's do it' we had a lot of fun made a lot of good music, now we in the stu cuz it's time to prove it, and I'm out of my comfort zone, doing new things on the microphone, I don't ever act fake, gotta leave that alone, but I appreciate help, cuz I'm on my own, and I ain't really trying to show off, but I got a lot of steam I gotta blow off, all the critics they make me wanna go off, gotta keep going hard, can't flow soft, trying to quote, all the rhymes that I wrote, can't quit, won't choke, can't sleep, stay woke, I'm on the grind but I stay broke, cuz real life ain't no joke, I made a lot of progress but I ain't finished yet, coming at you Solo man you could call me Boba Fett, speaking the truth and I'm feeling no regret, ain't no rookies over here man we some hip-hop vets"
Chorus: "Put in work, go hard, grind all day long, go big or go home, supersize, King Kong, go crazy, go nuts, no guts no glory, go big or go home as I write my story." (2x)
Verse Two (Rhymer/Educator): "Alright, Rhymer/Educator, put that flavor, right back in your ear, R.I.P. Craig Mack as I bite the lyric, Sick Day should have played FM stereo, put that beat on'em Rey Mysterio, eat all the rest like a breakfast cereal, they the losers is sore venereal, cuz they can't do what I do I'm lyrical, photogenic, monumental, call the medics, I hospitalize, when I spit with the heat that emits, what you get is to pick, Let it Burn, Usher hit, or just stay out the kitchen, social convention, shows that the latter is in your best interest, cuz I put the spirit, all appendages, in every word, phrase or period, winning is what I do (what I do), you couldn't write a verse that competes with the purpose in my syllables or with my IQ, don't ever say that the Phase, or Noname, Destination, Rhymer/Education, does not have a place in the booth I can spot lies too, this is what I do, that's why the spotlight should reside here on my mic, you're a nursery rhymer like Goodnight Moon, that's a sonic boom, R/E a safari, you could drive up inside your car, b, but if you go and take it too far b, I'll have to shoe you like Cardi"
Chorus: "Put in work, go hard, grind all day long, go big or go home, supersize, King Kong, go crazy, go nuts, no guts no glory, go big or go home as I write my story." (2x)
Bridge: "Go Big, or go home, go big, or go home, go big, or go home, go big, go, or go home"
Chorus: "Put in work, go hard, grind all day long, go big or go home, supersize, King Kong, go crazy, go nuts, no guts no glory, go big or go home as I write my story." (2x)
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Verse One (WittiestMC): "Hey, can you tell me where, did it all go wrong cuz I ain't felt like myself in so long, did I grow, did I change, did my brain rearrange, like I'm a different person, I'm feeling kind of strange, no joy in past times, no time for rhymes, stuck in a 75 hour a week grind, that's the kind of drive, I gotta wanna provide, a quality lifestyle way higher than survive, dream versus reality, frivolous necessity, trying not to let the little things get the best of me, all I want is a chance, to utilize potential, I have the abilities, but not the credentials, I'm not good enough? No thanks. You can't judge me; Phillip Banks, I've gotta move past all the things of the past, if life is a test I've gotta know that I passed."
Chorus: "And the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by"
Verse Two (Rhymer/Educator): "Disappointed then repointed, a brand new direction I’m now enjoying, I wanted perfection, my definition tho was poison, I held a position that was a prison made of choices, but I’m finally free back on my mission here’s the story, started music in college, thought I was going places, dreamt of the finer things and thought that work was a waste of my time, maybe to make some money service the grind, but the grass was never the greenest there, I wanted to rhyme, and if it wasn’t to rhyme, then I wanted to entertain, writing, acting, and rapping in some way that would further my name, I had a family, not trying to complain but that added an extra layer, and so I had to refrain, because I wasn’t going to be my father, my blood was not a bother, I wasn’t certain how to parent, but absence was not it, I wrestle with the promise, to be a father bonded, I put my wants aside but still had a lot to accomplish"
Chorus: "And the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by"
Bridge: "The days go by, bye-bye (the days go) the days go by, bye-bye" (2x)
Chorus: "And the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by (they go by), and the days go by, by and by and by" (2x)
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released June 21, 2019
