1. |
Whatever
02:40
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Even in 2020 there's still no hindsight...
It sweeps the nation, mass paranoia
Texas to Michigan, New York to California
Yeah I hate the right wing, the left wing too
These one percenter politicians say they want what’s best for me and you
What-Fuckin-Ever
What-Fuckin-Ever… yeah its whatever…
Cause what you see ain’t what ya get
They’re all sellouts man and I ain’t buying it
They blow up schools and then they act
Like they ain’t trying to wipe that 3rd world off the map
What-Fuckin-Ever
Republicans,
Goose stepping out
Right of the fucking White House
Billionaires they won’t ever,
Understand why one man's trash is another man's dinner
What-Fuckin-Ever
They say Antifa are a bunch of fascists
And the racists deserve their freedom of speech
You believe everything Fox News tells you?
You ain’t no punk...
What-Fuckin-Ever
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2. |
Back At It Again
01:52
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This life you living you ain’t lived it till you lived it fast
And tonight we on a ride down to hell and back
Six pack, a ball bat, a can of gas
And we ain’t stopping till the White House painted black
Ey Briggs keep that tape rolling like the stones
Codones got me tripping in my twilight zone
Repeat offender, klepto that rock the microphone
Yo this that shit you need to download
Wild wild west when we scalping on the next
Bonehead with the reddest neck, its time to lynch
Nazis, Alt-right, Ku Klux too
Gotta represent and give these motherfuckers the boot
We running on em like (Jessie) Owens, he used to do.
These independents will knock your grill loose.
Whatcha need? Whatcha want?
Yeah the drummer with the funk
Got these suckas breaking teeth while they biting the dust
I walk a thin line, yeah I defend mine
So if you with it then let’s get it, here it is
The livest, hi-tech, rhymer on the mic yet
Coming live and direct on the world wide web
Don’t listen to the song motherfucker memorize it
Now we on your block got that car alarm going off
Quickest on the drawl that I bet y’all ever saw
And I’m known to keep it raw, always on the nod
Wash down fentanyl with syrup for a cough
Strong arm ya like Stallone in Over The Top
Hey get it straight or get the fuck up out my face dog
Cause I’m over and done with the shedding tears
And the pressure that built me done broke my peers
Hard years, hard years, after hard years
Peace to Nick and Michael hope to see you when I get there
Wrote this song at the Suboxone clinic
Cause this is way more than lyrics I fuckin lived it
From the fent in the dope, battery acid in my smoke
The war in our nature to the pain in my soul
The cutter in the coke, the over in the dose
The ending in my story that damn near came close
Yeah I was almost done before it even begun
That's why music tastes like freedom when it rolls off my tongue
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3. |
Martyr
02:21
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And when I was 15 going on 21
I made a habit of fuckin everything up
Became a felon before I could shave
But I think that’s just because
Life’s unfair for a troubled kid
And you’re on your own, through the thick and thin
Got my punk rock hand me down from my brother it was his only friend
If I had any they’d say I’m just like him
Check this shit out
It's Me Against The World... and I don’t care
At 18 I thought I knew it all gonna find out quick
Got jumped for sucker punching a motherfucker
Guess I was asking for it well
It feels like a lifetime since then
At 24 years old now
Wasted my youth getting strung out
But if I’ve learned anything it's that
You are what you do when it fucking counts
Check this shit out
It's Me Against The World... and I don’t care
No, no, no, no, fuck no
It's Me Against The World... and I don’t care
No, not at all
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4. |
2017
02:27
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2017
We need the scene like we did at the start
It’s the same 3 chords with just as much heart
I don’t wanna wait for the world to change
While history repeats itself with nothing to say
Frustrated, kids are all out of patience
But were learning to use it through the music
And if we can do it then anybody can
Do yourself a fuckin favor, start your own band
And the hipsters say the scene is dead
Maybe for y’all but we never left
Cause were about it
Were About It
Representing for my scene since 2017, yeah
Were About It
I was about it when the rednecks at school called me faggot
When I always caught shit about it
No I never had no time to doubt it
Behind my back you talk a lot of shit
But if you walked it like you talked it, you’d never walk again
It won’t be long few years you’ll be gone
So if you used to be a punk you never were one
It’s not something you can take on and off
And the hipsters say the scene is dead
Maybe for y’all but we never left
Cause were about it
Were about it
Representing for my scene since 2017, yeah
Were about it
Fuck shit up
Don’t talk about it, be about it
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5. |
Studcounter
02:57
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There's a war in my scene now that spikey jacket's dead.
These Studcounters are just like the jocks that used to ask me shit like
Why do you try to be different than the rest of us at school?
I guess I don’t know so I never end up being like you
When I stepped into the scene, thought it’d be a whole new thing.
Found only the clothes and faces changed
Plenty be counting studs to measure up
But you can’t ruin my aim, fuck you
In our social circle, there’s this pressure from our peers
But they’re the ones who can’t pick a side when shits about to get real
I saw you wearing it and claiming it
Time came you rode the fence
Now racism has become fashion and
Swastikas the latest trend, bullshit
It's plain to see, you’re just scared of what people might think
If I was you I'd dress right
cause you're the one the pressure on your reputations on the line
Your full of shit
And fitting in
Yeah man I know it's nothing more than sticks and stones
And for you it's just a phase, Studcounter
Starting to think you don’t even believe all that shit you talk.
We say it don’t matter what punk is cause all that counts is what it's not.
Don’t give a fuck about your band, what your jacket says
Who’s in your fucking clique
Yeah, yeah you think your cool, I think they’re all fools
So we’ll see in the end, stay dekt
It's plain to see, you’re just scared of what people might think
If I was you I'd dress right
cause you're the one the pressures on your reputations on the line
Your full of shit
And fitting in
Yeah man I know it's nothing more than sticks and stones
And for you it's just a phase, Studcounter
You wear it like a badge you might as well be a fucking cop
A phase,
Just a phase,
A fucking phase,
It’s all a phase
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6. |
My Life
03:28
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This, This, This Is My Life
Oi Oi
No shoes, no shirt, no service
My uncle he’s an alcoholic
An alcoholic, yeah an alcoholic
At grandma’s house this how is how he lives
With the sun's glare bouncing off his specs and
He slams a six and its onto the next one
His life a blur that’s how he prefers
Listen up cause he's only gonna say this once
It's a blurry line, between wrong and right
When all you want, is thinner blood
Thinner blood...
No Shoes And No Shirts Then Can't Get No Service
Pay No Mind At All
This Is My Life And I Can Fuck It Up
All I Want
It’s all that I want...
He’s talking shit to the cashier
Cause he slurs so bad he can’t buy the beer
Can’t buy the beer, no he can’t buy the beer
What the fuck are y’all doing here?
Well they’re never gonna let him live it down and
They’re always gonna have to kick him out, yeah
He’s having seizures sitting on the curb
10 years before he took my brother to the bar
With no money at all and the cops get called.
My brother's on parole, so he broke his jaw.
Broke his jaw...
No Shoes And No Shirts Then Can't Get No Service
Pay No Mind At All
This Is My Life And I Can Fuck It Up
All I Want
Here comes those red and blue lights
He’s passed out on the sidewalk
Im 14 in handcuffs
Somebody’s going home in an ambulance tonight
So what the fuck are you going down with your life man?
I don’t know... drink it the fuck away
No Shoes And No Shirts Then Can't Get No Service
Pay No Mind At All
This Is My Life And I Can Fuck It Up
All I Want... Go
It's My Life I'll Fuck It Up All I Want
Ey it’s all that I wanted
It's My Life I'll Fuck It Up All I Want
It’s my life, its fucking life, man
It's My Life I'll Fuck It Up All I Want
Yeah it's all that I wanted
Its My Life I'll Fuck It Up All I Want
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7. |
Grandma's House
02:58
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At Grandma's House
Oh, Were All Strung Out
At Grandma's House
Yo at Grandma’s House, a syringe is a hand me down
And the magnets don’t stick like they used to on the fridge
When we still had TV dinners, stolen cable on the antennas
I saw my family on a breaking news from a mattress in the living room
That I shoulda thrown out right? First time it gave me lice
Now there’s no there’s no electricity and the bulbs been burnt cause they’re pookies
Food stamps don’t get no Sudafed, no Anahidris
But my cousin could be Chef-Boy-R-Dee cooking speed with his dad's recipe
At Grandma's House
Oh, Were All Strung Out
At Grandma's House
Aw... Me, Grandpa, and the Dog saw a kid get stabbed on the lawn
Witha screwdriver by the next door neighbor throwing up his set
And his girl’s got six kids from five dads and home is
Four corners and a door when she ain’t getting beat on the porch
Way back I dated that chick now she’s on dope or pregnant
Or both, no one knows, where all that child support goes
But her pupils meet the white of her eyes under a million sneakers on a power line
So every night cops get called for domestic assault by my Grandma
Ey let’s call Aaron to skate, wait he caught that murder case
He’s doin 4-0, no parole, sorta like my primo
Together me and him used to laugh a little harder than
Ever before, I knew it he ain’t there no more
At Grandma's House
Oh, Were All Strung Out
At Grandma's House
At Grandma's House
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8. |
A.C.A.B.
02:55
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Yeah cops are at my door
But I don’t know what for
Its an 808, another noise complaint
Ah fuck em turn it up
ACAB
ACAB, ACAB
They like the crime black on black
So if you got skin like that
It’s guaranteed, triggers gets squeezed before they say freeze
Yeah, you know that pig will walk
ACAB
ACAB, ACAB
Bang, bang, bang
Testing, testing, yeah the mics checked
Bouta flex straight wreck this shit
Cause I gotta keep it moving, gotta keep it off the hook
Stirring shit up, anarchist cookbook
Yeah, the band been a getting out of hand.
No love for that policeman
Do ya know what Im sayin? Do ya understand?
They kill my buzz like Narcan
Texas is a police state we’re living in it
Heard Denver got that Rotten Blue Menace
Crooked ass cops with the K-9 unit
They tried to pin it on me but I didn’t do it
Living fast, skating faster
Dropped outta school cause my bible is a Thrasher
No gods, no masters
Don’t cha know all cops are bastards?
Running in gun ya down in your own crib
With no hesitating, they spraying the badge to back it
So, case closed, don’t talk with the boys in blue
Anything you say can and will be used against you
Court of law will do ya raw
Impound your whip and shoot your dog
This is for Eric Garner, Botham Jean, Marsha P
Noogy’s up here just doing our thing
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9. |
Robin Hood
03:01
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Me and Nick, we went out skating down by the bar
When this guy said “hey lemme see your board"
And the whiskey on his breath put the blood on his rings
Gave his last cigarette to me, that white boy he was crazy from the start
Hey, Hey, Hey
Breaking into cars, alarms going off
Ain’t Jamaican but we skanking on the city sidewalk
My backpacks like a RadioShack, cameras, stereos, shit like that
But hey we’ve done worse for a hell of a lot less... Go
He's Like Robin Hood
He skipped parole for the first tour to California
Jumping Nazis and skating, don’t say I didn’t warn ya
And this party ain’t got no alcohol left, so he said “hold up i’ll be right back”
We all cheered when he brought back a few 30 packs
Hey, Hey, Hey
All night long we speaking on the economics of staying high
Over the whistle of the lighter hitting our empty pipe
He was playing this song on tour, I swear I’ve heard those chords before
He said “thats cause its lifted fuck it, it’s yours"
He's like Robin Hood
In front of the 7-11
We pass that 40 back and forth
No I ain’t thinking about tomorrow, no way
Here's to stealing from the rich to give to the poor
Gotta another DUI, yeah man that’s his third strike
Gotta call that his baby mom's got too high
Used all nine of those lives, now the baby is his
See the past been catching up with him
You can take it from me man it was never no question of if but how and when
Good to see you thought you were dead
Thought I was the only hooligan left
But we’re out of jail and it’s right back at it again
He's Like Robin Hood
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10. |
Who's Laughing Now?
02:22
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All four years, never learned shit
That’s probably cause I barely went
Ask for my freedom yeah fucking right
We’s too clever for that but hey clever ain’t wise
They say Anarchists are just idealistic
Too naive to know playing games they can’t win
What I know for sure, even if they’re right
God dammit that don’t mean we can’t try
No it ain’t no use
Trying to prove to them what we know for ourselves
So tell me, who the hell is laughing now?
Who the hell is laughing now?
Who the hell...
Is trying to break up our scene?
I remember when the pit was just you and me
Studcounting, yeah they’re all talk
Do you cause you can’t be something you’re not
It’s like as if we need permission from them
Did it ourselves yeah, brick by brick
Came a long way, a long way to go
Futures calling for change just gotta listen close
No it ain’t no use
Trying to prove to them what we know for ourselves
So tell me, who the hell is laughing now?
Who the hell is laughing now?
Yeah, who the hell...
Can you trust when ya got friends like this can’t turn your back
Ima get that last laugh yeah, believe that
It was all for the love, hey straight from my heart
If I gave a fuck what you thought id never made it this far
Through the withdrawals, tears and heartache
Oh, hope to find common ground one day
Did it the only way we know how
Won’t you tell me who the hell is laughing now?
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11. |
On The Way
01:41
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12. |
The Real Thing
02:30
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What I got with this girl, it's the real thing
No other could come between
With what we have now, could never fuck around
When some girl throws it my way
And I know
That she knows
That I know
Yeah this girl knows
No blond or brunette could ever get between our Real Thing
Her and me, birds and the bees, no other could come between... our Real Thing
No funny games with this relationship
What we have is so much more
Oh she’s so cool
So fucking cool
This girls so cool
Yeah she’s so cool
No blond or brunette could ever get between our Real Thing
Her and me, birds and the bees, no other could come between... our Real Thing
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13. |
2020
01:35
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For the year 2020, future ain’t lookin too bright
Still no hindsight on that rate of decline
Of a western civilization, where your free thought is dangerous
So for your own good your under constant surveillance
In this microwave society, it’s psychological warfare
You get played by the system cause the system don’t play fair
Through plexiglass its clear to see
Freedom is only there for the ones who can afford to be
Yeah so when they... kick in your front door.
How you gonna come?
We’re just the product of Guns, Germs, and the Steel
How we destroy what we build
Soon to be extinct, cause we shit where we eat
Ain’t nothing real on reality TV, no poverty or WW3.
Nothin bout, systematic attack on human traffic, or how
These cars, the boats, the planes and the trains all became
Part of a railroad that runs straight through the underground
So I pray for an end to it all but I'd be lying if I said I knew which side he was on
Once wrote a letter to god
He never wrote me back but I never considered the fact
With him the more that you ask, well the less that you get
Or maybe it’s been Sunday here, all these years
Trash island sits on an oil spill, the forest burns while the ice caps melt
The four corners of the world got no choice but to close in on themselves
Humans? Just cancer to the planet
See, even history has an ending, we just lack understanding
Were unsatisfiable, man’s most crucial flaw
But you know all in all in the blink of an eye, we’ll be gone
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14. |
Teen Idol
01:24
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Dallas Texas
President's dead
If it happened once then
Why can’t it happen again?
On my television
No reality
But the president with a firing squad
Now that’s something I’d pay to see
Two Shots, He's Dead
It Happened Once, Why Can't It Happen Again?
Wanna be a teen idol, wanna a star
A star on Hollywood Boulevard
Why join the army?
There’s a war right here at home
Chance to serve our country
New way to get known
Two Shots, He's Dead
It Happened Once, Why Can't It Happen Again?
This time you’re gonna see I’m not just like everybody else
Cause I’m not just anyone, no I’m not just anyone
They’ll gonna have to cut
To commercial break
Your scheduled program
Ain’t taking fucking place
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15. |
Pessimistic
02:20
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Here I am in Fort-fucking-Worthless
Everyday’s the same and it makes me sick
See what I call realistic, they call Pessimistic
Yeah I guess I’m Pessimistic
Cause people always say
To change my negative outlook
I try but I know it won’t work anyways
Here I am stuck like this held back by opinions
Society made me anti-social with its broken systems
Yeah they told me, Pessimistic
That id never amount to shit. Pessimistic
Yeah so here’s thanks, Pessimistic
Yeah, thanks for nothing
Yeah, I'm Pessimistic
I woke up today
I quit before it fucking started
Gonna turn out like shit anyways
They told me, man keep my head up but I got no motivation.
What goes around tends to come around and what I’ve done has been catching up
You’re naive optimism, Pessimistic
Won't let you see, Pessimistic
That the glass, Pessimistic
Its half empty
Ahhh fuck it I quit, who gives a shit about this anyways?
How can I know anybody else when I barely know myself?
Yeah I can see
My enemy is in my head
My mind is set on negative, that's the way it’s always been
It seems that my hate has no direction so it's just coming back to me
Yeah, I fight my war but I don’t know what side I’m on or what it's for
It’s way too late to ever change the way I think
I gave up long ago just to say to myself that I told you so
Yeah I told you so
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16. |
Crazy White Boy
01:37
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Crazy White Boy
He’s Got It Tattooed, If You Need The Proof
Out on bail for manslaughter
Sock full of nickels to the fistful of dollars
He's got more 8 balls than a pool hall
He's got more glass than a chandelier, y’all
Dirty police, run the streets
Out his mom's crib he’s slanging that speed
Better be packing that heat
Cause loyalty don’t mean shit on a triple beam
Crazy White Boy
He’s got it tattooed
Hell yeah, the judge corrupt
They don’t put him in the cuffs.
It's one big cover up
Judge said deal done flipped, no anonymous tip
He’s an informant... he's a fuckin rat
Yeah, he’s a rat just like that
Peckerwood star witness on the stand
Went to go cook dope
For the Siniloia’s in Mexico
Then he split with that brick
Motherfucker's as good as dead
Cartel cut off his head
Sent it to his mom's doorstep
Crazy White Boy
He’s Got It Tattooed, If You Need The Proof
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17. |
Country Club / New Crew
03:03
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Country Club-
I wanna fuck a cheerleader and be captain of the team
I wanna waste my life working 40 hours a week
Keeping up appearances, looking out for #1
Blending in with Ken and Barbie at the country club
Climbing up the ladder like we're supposed to do
Im proud to be exploited, yeah I’m proud to be abused
The rules are simple, follow the only way
But the rules have been bent and now they’re bout to break
Been bent… bout to break
The rules have been bent and now they’re bout to break
New Crew-
Crew…
New Crew… Who The Fuck Are You?
Our time, yeah yeah yall’re over and done
Our right, to think however we want
These days, every show is 21 and up
Club says, play by the rules or you don’t play at all
This ain’t no Three Links
It's not no Seventh Circle
Tear down Gilman Street
For a House Of Blues
Washed up, they’ve been living in the past
Fed up, nowhere left worth playing at
These days, it's all bout selling alcohol
Club says, play by the rules or you don’t play at all
This ain’t no Three Links
It's not no Seventh Circle
Tear down Gilman Street
For a House Of Blues
New Crew… Who The Fuck Are You?
I can’t believe wants happened to the scene what we need is a New Crew
Used to be all age, now it's pay to play… New Crew
Its running out for every one that pops up two get shutdown… New Crew
Rednecks were not, skateboard we do… Were the New Crew
Dallas, Austin, Houston, Texas… build your own scene… This is New Crew
New York, L.A., Denver, Vegas, S.F. … start your own New Crew
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18. |
Redemption Song
02:20
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Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
Were all I ever had
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Free yourself from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause these motherfuckers couldn’t stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Some say it's just a part of it
We've gotta fulfill the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
Were all I ever had
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption…
Free yourself from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our mind
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause these motherfuckers couldn’t stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Some say it's just a part of it
Gotta fulfill the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
Were all I ever had
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
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19. |
Far Outro
04:08
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Jam
Freestyle with Nick beatboxing - Lyrics from Fat Lip - What's Up, Fatlip
2020 Acoustic with Nick on Calhoun
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