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Get Off My Lawn

by Uncle Sam MC

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Livid 03:47
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The city’s got me pissed Dealing with this bullshit Let me make it clear Leave me alone, because I’ve had it up to here Can you handle that? Patience I lack, at both ends I’m burning candle wax Its simple facts keep the world in motion About as calm as the deepest ocean Bout to tsunami somebody Ready to flip Calm is for Ghandi Sam got an army of zombies Ready to trip So I spit the deadliest shit Tryna catch a grip I can’t slip I can’t fall. I can’t fail Can’t see it? Learn to chant brail Success is the only option Ain’t buying in to other’s doctrines Couple shepherds, bunch of sheep flocking I feel better when the beat’s knocking If you with me better keep watching If you’re not, then change the channel Lumberjack rap, rocking flannel Swear I’m feeling like a young Rambo I’m miles from home, minding my own But the seed’s already been sown Now you’re in my face, right in my zone Telling me I need to lighten my tone? Can’t you see that The city’s got me pissed I can’t deal with it It’s the same shit, different day What can I say? Stuck living in a world of grey All I wanted was to be happy Realized that’s not happening I said fuck it and I started rapping Now I’m mad at the world Take notice- I’m under pressure, starting to smolder Hot head atop cold shoulders Mt. Saint Helen when I’m yelling Like I don’t care if I’m ever selling I’m a stick to the facts Bone to pick with an axe But they feel it cause it’s shit you can grasp In the palm of your hand and just smash Right into the ground It’s going down, cracks in the pavement If they’re already dead are they worth saving? Well, that’s an answer that I don’t have Who knows the right from the wrong paths? Can’t see the signs through the smoke and ash Yet you take it in with a deep breath With each step sink deeper to a new depth Things you love you start to do less Try and reduce stress But every day brings a new test Who’s gonna lose next? It’s all a game to see who bends the truth best Can’t you see why The city’s got me pissed? I can’t afford to live in the city I was raised They came from out of state And they pushed us out the way Got me wanting to say fuck it, fuck it, just fuck it I gotta rise above it, find the source and then unplug it I wonder do I love it? Cause at times I really hate it But it might be a situation that I in fact created Distracted by the mazes and a drive for occupation Got me pacing round in circles, wandering off the reservation So I’m thinking to myself- is it worth the aggravation? Or do I just pack my shit and bounce without an explanation? Cause I’m losing all my patience; I can’t carry conversation Got me looking in the mirror like who the fuck I’m facing?? The city’s got me pissed.
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Who Told You? 04:21
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Who told you you could flow bro? You’re average, sorta so-so I’m hot as Acapulco Scramble like Tony Romo Off 20,000 NoDoz That’s date like the 00s These days it’s more like coco With keef and filtered photos No posing for the promo I’m deep inside the dojo I don’t know how to yo-yo I see the world in slow-mo Solo like Supermoto With styles by the boatload Before I lose my mojo… I’m breaking the glass With a foot up your ass, I’m taking out trash If you think I would crash Pack up your bags, step away from the tracks #MatterOfFact React as the elements crack Small acts keep the mental intact Hold fast as the pendulum snaps in half Wrecking all records of recollection Acceptance of adolescence Improperly placed aggression Wait- please pardon my digression One more time, let me ask you the question… Who told you you could flow? You don't have permission to be spitting Your shit is sounding like friction To my eardrums, I'd be near dumb if a dare listen To a poser, who I oppose I suppose, I should set this all on fire yo, I desire the riot flow On every track I ball out like a debutant You stay high, I stay on a higher echelon Cheffing some of that food for thought in your restaurant Your level on the mic's where I'm stepping to bike pedal on You livin the life, whenever you pick up the mic I feel like you pitching the dice, thinking your nice Wanna be on point, but what we spit is precise You wrote the song, I can't listen to your flow for long Introducing whoever told you wrong to my open palm What the five fingers say to your face? You won't survive if you playing it safe You got the drive, but you late to the race Supply the fries when I pay for my plate Cause you can't rhyme, you just takin’ up space Who told you you could flow? So now that that’s established I’m kicking backwards habits Progressing on to lavish Stay buzzing like I’m Maverick I’m unconcerned with status So please check your baggage And keep it moving down the line, don’t mind the apparatus We’re just checking to make sure Your presence is a pure Reflection in case you’re Projecting a face for the purpose of collecting evidence Ever since I’ve been flowing like this, I’ve been hesitant Of trusting other residents Cause embellishment is running rampant in these streets The shit is devilish I ain’t the one to enlist In your cliché little cliques I’d rather dive off a cliff Into a bottomless pit And fall ass over tits Until the galaxy rips And we no longer exist Are you catching my drift? Shit, I should practice biting my lip But I got a question… Can you guess what question it is?
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Kid Thinks He's Nice 04:04
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Oh yeah, I've seen your kind- #1 all the time And if you ain't there yet, it's just a small climb Man, I don't hate your drive And I don't hate your features It's just it all seems so God Damn elitist I am above nobody There is no one beneath me You do your thing I'll do my thing I don't like sounding preachy And I ain't necessarily even trying to help I'm just speaking some words, talking bout how I felt You probably heard it all before Let me guess- haters? It's not your fault, you can't help stunting on these spectators They are all so homely But if it wasn't for them, you would be so lonely Your friends are so phony It's sad really, no one cares enough to let you know You carry on and on and on and they just let you go Sit back, laugh, pop corn, and then watch the show Meanwhile I'm looking like "Well, I told ya bro" Kid Thinks He's Nice Yeah, I know your type Bet you got laid last night A second time, by the same chick, for the first time in your life And now you're thinking you're nice Now you're thinking you're on it Now you wanna talk slick Now you're making little comments Now you're starting to get cute Well, let's talk a little truth Buddy, those ain't your shoes You think I'm jealous of who? You think I'm jealous of you? Well, how's that gonna be? Cause I've never let another person's worth effect the way I felt about me And that ain't bout to change That's how you go insane Hard enough just to maintain Without playing those games I try not to complain I try not to notice, But these selfie taking motherfuckers act like they are all working in showbiz You're not cool and I know this Whole style's just bogus That's enough about your shit Cause now I've gotta stay focused On my message for today These cats are acting in a play When you see them round the way Now you know just what to say TELL 'EM
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Rules 04:10
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There’s rules to this shit, but I’m a bout to beak ‘em What up BIG? Thanks for inspiration But I gotta go my own way, own route, new day Delayed a minute, now I’m back on track You can’t deny the truth because the facts are fact And the fact is that The whole world got a system in place To keep up all stuck in a space It goes wake up, go to work, come home tired Drink as much coffee as you need to stay inspired Work just hard enough so that you don’t get fired Cause you gotta get money, buy the things that you desire That you’ve seen on the TV screen in between Running in place, playing your part in the scheme But you’ve know it since the Wu, it’s all about the C.R.E.A.M. And cash rules everything, there’s no question Number one rule in life, no second-guessing If you’re truly legit, you gotta know there’s rule to this shit There’s rules to this rap game, what they wanna hear What’s hot, what’s not Well, let me make it clear I ain’t had a successful career ‘Til you hear me on a track next to Premier I’m hear for respect, never lying for a check I’m above the wine and dining, see through it- that’s a bet I plan to be around for a long, long time There’s a hard road ahead, it’s a one big climb But I’ll be just fine- your vision’s just different than mine See I learned how to rhyme by a different design Remember I had the album with the Canibus sign Smif-n-Wessun, Boot Camp taught me the meaning of shine I was banging Big L, Screwball, and Cormega Lost Boyz, DMX, of course Jigga The L.O.X. had me wilding out non-stop I’d love to burn it down with that clique But it’ll probably never happen, cause there’s rules to this shit Now let me put you on to the rules I plan to play by Stay honest, even when they lie It’s been said before but it bears repeating All I got is my balls and my word, emceeing Play hard, any and all seasons Falling back on the team, is nothing short of treason Even in the spring sneezing gotta bless the tracks for the legions Of fans, AKA the Army One nation under hip-hop ya’ll, you can’t harm me I know you heard this before… Never get high on your own supply Nah I’m just playing, but don’t forget who did the paving Of this road that we’re on right now, know what I’m saying? Plus I get high as shit off of the lines that I flip Gotta be careful it don’t go to my head That’s code red Brain-dead, hit’s got you in a twist Think you might rise above the mix? C’mon, man, there’s rules to this shit
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Pioneering Burdens 03:12
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As the story unfolds, I’m on it like a hawk I’m seeing how they move and I’m hearing how they talk But something seems strange, just a little bit off While I’m laying down this pavement, keep popping up with chalk Writing out their names and scribbling their little art Yeah, it looks cool ‘til I’m pouring out my scotch Walking other folks roads and you wonder why you’re lost? I could spell it out for you, but really I’d rather not In the war room with my day-ones, laying out the plot As I stick to the script you rather would crew hop No foundation, so you’ll always be chasing a new thought Like a cat when a moth fly by You get tossed straight out the picture I’m raw- no mixture It really is simple, just stick to the scripture When the time comes you’ll find yourself a fixture While these cheat code cats still search for the elixir I am…a hero hibernating I’m a have you screaming like Eyes on the beast, I can’t find no release A hero hibernating Did you think that you would get me like that? I’m not even stressing, sometimes it’s just depressing Seeing people that you rock with never learn a lesson Or maybe it’s just me and all this second-guessing Got me missing out on simple solutions to tough questions Huh… I’m learning to count my blessings Keep my mind clean, meditate for perception Sometimes I think that I’ve lost my direction Step back, then I notice my progression Small changes like a bonsai tree I’m placing bets, never wonder what the odds might be And I’ll be damned if I let you play my cards for me Nomad, I’m not known to have a squad with me Gods and beasts, keep distance from the frauds and cheats Thorns or wreathes- as above, so beneath Dark nights spend searching for a worldless peace Long lost, on we march, no retreat I am…a hero hibernating I’m a have you screaming like Eyes on the beast, I can’t find no release A hero hibernating Did you think that you would get me like that?
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Hush 03:06
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Keep it to yourself, Keep it to yourself You know what? Just keep it to yourself Keep it to yourself, Keep it to yourself Why don’t you tell somebody else? Cause you talk and talk, but we’re looking for some action So we’re gonna assume that you’re acting Unless you show us something else Until then, just keep it to yourself You get the message yet? Stressed, puffing cigarettes Gears grinding, revving, red-lining just like a Chevrolet You can guess what’s next Guaranteed a wreck So slow down a sec or hurry up and press eject The corner’s coming and you’re moving too fast I can’t tell you how to live, but buddy it’s your ass So you better be prepared when you hit that grass Gotta stop, drop, and roll- it happened all in a flash Barely time to react That’s what they said when they talk about it It’s so sad If someone could’ve told ‘em, bet they wish they had Or maybe they did? You know you can’t always stop the skid Cause some folks don’t learn as quick as the rest Always seem to be surprised by what comes next And I’d love to hear your story, but more is less So maybe it’s best if you just held your breath You know? Keep it to yourself I’m sick of hearing ‘bout all this word of mouth He said, she said- well, I gotta air this out Either you will or you won’t So stop squawking bout your plans motherfucker and just do it or don’t Grab a paddle or make room in the boat If you jump right now you could probably still make the coast The sharks are starting to circle, yeah they’re getting real close And I’m trying real hard just to keep us afloat So I could do without the chitchat on this raft And if that’s too much for me to ask… Wait a minute- let me flip that If you sit back with a six-pack and some zig-zags and you rolled up and lit that Would you really care about my mishaps? See why I’m struggling with this energy? The type of shit that turns a friend into an enemy No doubt, you know I care about your health But some things you’re better off keeping to yourself Keep it to yourself, Keep it to yourself You know what? Just keep it to yourself Keep it to yourself, Keep it to yourself Why don’t you tell somebody else? Cause you talk and talk, but we’re looking for some action So we’re gonna assume that you’re acting Unless you show us something else Until then, just keep it to yourself
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LFOD 02:11
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Make this brief- I am great Least that’s what my pen states But I ain’t fucking with kids Allow me to demonstrate First I hit ‘em with a Stone Cold lyric Bet they curl up ‘round the time they hear it Hit with a stunner and the crowd’s all cheering 3:16 ‘bout time you beer him That’s when I spear ‘em in the head on some other shit Yeah flags fly, but the cameras are loving it Uncle Sam, man I’m bigger than the government Wall St, Main St, Democrat, Republican Lot of dumb shit done just for the fuck of it Buck got passed- guess who got stuck with it? Moment of silence for the ones left behind us Who continually inspire us to keep on struggling Yup, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout Head up, even though your stock is down Yup, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout Head up- I think we’re going down Back to the bottom where the bass is bumping No one really knows… I guess he’s saying something Sounds so smooth can’t help being sucked in Rally round the man when you see him at a function Left Right Left Right Left Right Left Only thing certain is your marching to your death One day at a time, so I’ll pray in these rhymes for the changing of signs ‘Til the future is mine L F O D This right here ain’t really my style But you know I rip it every once in a while Turn up my mic and I do it with a smile Gotta give my best for every man, woman, and child You know the future’s for our children And it’ll be a better one for them, Lord willing Now, back to the fact that the spot where I’m at on the map Is a place that’s lacking attention Least when it comes to this hip hop shit, But there’s a couple other things I could probably mention Sports teams are a source a negativity from the top spots that they’re constantly clenching Patriots, Bruins, Red Sox, and of course the motherfucking Celtics Yup, New England’s what I’m repping for Granite State, it ain’t no metaphor Yup, so what you waiting for? 603- roll with me, lets kick this fucking door Right off the hinges, get down to business Grind from the bottom to the top of the hit list Look back like oh, I did that? Somebody better fix this Right now I’m bout to twist this Been a while since I ashed out a lit spliff And my thoughts ain’t the crispest But I’m the first to admit this While rapid-fire rhyming while I’m blitzin Whoa

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The debut album from Uncle Sam.
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released June 22, 2015

Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Alex Allinson at The Bridge Sound & Stage, except Kid Thinks He's Nice, mastered by Mike Cip. All songs written & performed by Uncle Sam, except Who Told You? (featuring Bakari JB) & Pioneering Burdens (featuring Adam Horn). Livid was produced by Alex Allinson. Who Told You? was produced by Andy Mac. Kid Thinks He's Nice & Pioneering Burdens were produced by Latrell James. Rules was produced by Sutherland. Hush was produced by Dee Lay. LFOD was produced by Mity Maose & Killer Kowalski. Art by Spikepit Productions.

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