It appears you are in posession of the digital booklet for Homeboy Sandman’s album First of a Living Breed – track list, producers, lyrics, credits and shouts. So let’s get to it: 1. “Rain” by Homeboy Sandman, produced by Jonwayne. Change the world / What's up with all these blonde sistas? / I pay my regards to only God's whispers / Because of that I'm calm playing cards with boa constrictors / I come from a star in the wrong system / The victors are all victims / Afflictions grow strong tryna solve symptoms / The head of the class walk the path of the last pharaohs / And carry the flag for the past, but the path narrows / The titans that clashed in the slums while they cast arrows / Were turned into giants by the sun as it cast shadows / I gathered my scars in the same battles / I swam in the same channels / With rather be slain than enslaved mam-mals / For some all the world is a stage with a stage manager / Others the world is a cage, hear the cage rattle / Complaining is played as a babe's rattle / I step to the plate like I'm Babe or Mantle, the babe that became adult / Want every platoon on the hunt, without a plaid flannel / Whatever buffoon wanna front getting manhandled / The rain isn't stuck on the way that it drops / The waves gonna welcome the rain / A girl with a fat booty that hardly could act in a whack movie / That hardly could rap tryna rap to me / That hardly could scratch tryna mix records / That hardly had tracks, maybe six records / They ain't eighty six 'cause she looked sick nekkid / She pouting her lips every six seconds / Promoters appraise like they playing checkers for who gonna take seconds / As sorcerers wait till they waive censors / We waiting to wave scepters / And showing our fangs, who's afraid of specters? / The colors I wave wouldn't stay in spectrums / We ain't even pay attention / We shoulder the weight, it ain't worth paying mention / Don't run with a dame 'cause a dame's fetching / We run with a dame 'cause her profession is playing her position / I'm not talking about hoes or staying home in the kitchen / I'm talking about queens, homey those different, they roll for the whole mission / My mrs. ain't submissive / A leader, I don't need her to do my dishes I need her to do my stitches / The rain isn't stuck on the way that it drops / The waves gonna welcome the rain / Don't ask me why my garb regal / Defiers of odds seen as odd people / They swarm on the swans, ducklings / The seagulls on bald eagles / Nobody'd have thought I would thwart evil / I weathered the storm / Fetal, my collar deformed I was born feeble / I made a decision while I's sitting in the incubator / To never cave in or hesitate to show em what I'm made of / Any plan that was B or C or greater, I'll see ya later / And lately graduated from alpha male to alpha omega / Neighbors I'll tell you how to spot a traitor / They answer to ultimatums / They famous for finding something to be

afraid of / They buckle, corrupting for a buck instead of honest labor / Any buck that needs claiming they pass it like a hot potato / That type of success is all accountable to sexual favors / They've tasted from strawberry to cherry, all the condom flavors / From Lifestyles to Trojan, play Lifestyles of the Poor and Dengerous / For em, lord, it's like playing a foreign language. 2. “Watchu Want From Me?” by Homeboy Sandman, Produced by Oddi-see. We ain't trade no vows 'fore we was intimate / I was only went down your blouse 'cause you was into it / Don't go thinking now I'm your spouse 'cause I'm a gentleman / All I gave you was a smile, not a child that's illegitimate / I ain't even saying our hanging was insignificant / But I ain't sign any documents, forms or certificates / We ain't even kick it but for a couple incidents / I was trying to chill, it was ya'll that was impetus / Yo watchu' want from me? / Who was saying this nation's indivisible? / I don't care what they say or if they paid, cats is miserable / Chillin while them chillun in jails to take a visit to / They was put there by cops who can't pass a physical / Ain't no beg your pardon, barging in your living room / Run up on your fam while your baby drinking Enfa-mil / Any day around the way these things are typical / Everything we say is in vain the days are biblical / Yo, whatchu want from me? – WATCHU WANT!? / Don't get mad when I answer do I vote or not / I don't mess wit none of these bastards, frickin autobots / I don't care if a candi-dates ass is black and puerto rock / Ain't no different from Puffy in ads tryna pour Ciroc / All them politicians are frauds and just an awful lot / Coughing up they mouthful but they never do an awful lot / If it was up to me I'd throw all them suckas off the docks / I don't give a damn if my opinion is unorthodox / Yo watchu' want from me? / I ain't never been scared to keep it real with you / 'Fore I signed to Stones I wasn't tryna get a deal with you / Similar to

Chaka Zulu, I won't kneel for you / Then again there's also Chaka Khan because I feel for you / You was writing bars part time now I don't hear from you / Don't be mad at me 'cause I was down to skip a meal or two / Now you throwing salt 'cause I'm exalted on a pedestal / I am not to blame if all this garbage is identical / Yo,

whatchu want from me? – WATCHU WANT!? / I am not antisocial / Music about

t killing black people makes me emotional / Everybody act like the sh*t is unnoticeable / I ain't tryna post up where I might go postal / But I am not hopeless, I stay hopeful / There's a big diff between the princess and toadstool / I'm not the cat talking take it back to the old school / I'm the cat talking take it forward where we supposed to / Yo watchu' want from me? / Yeah I know I ain't curse a couple albums ago / My life is all about just tryna figure out what's logical / Couple times I thought that I had found the pot of gold / May have took time to have found it but if I doubt it then it's time to go / Switch my mental plane, hop out and yell Geronimo / Maybe I'm like Pee Wee looking for the basement in the Alamo / All I know is it's in fashion treating my fam like animals / And that ain't gonna stop regardless of who's dating Amber Rose / Yo watchu' want from me? 3. “Couple Bars (Honey, Sugar, Darling, Sweetie, Baby, Boo)” by Homeboy Sandman, Produced by J57. I had a dream about you / It was bugged, soon as I woke I wrote it out / So I could roll it out before you like a red carpet / Not a carpet colored red, a carpet made out of the color

itself / Every strand was wove by summer itself / Lemme be as helpful to you as Santa's elf / I'm

rocking wedding bells, a wedding ring in my utility belt / I ain't tryna gas you, know you ain't tryna belch

/ I'll make waffles that are belgian, do my bestest for your breakfast in bed / Breath my breath upon your

breasteses and legs / Baby run for prez, I'll vote / I'm fearless from the feelings you evoke / Okey dokey you can open up my nose / I'll never put you second for a

second, you're no Robinson Cano / I don't know if you're into sports but I am hoping so / I noticed you're a glowing

indigo / It would be an honor just to roll with you let's make the honor roll / I'll run atop a rainbow and I'll snatch a pot of gold / I'll dump the gold and use the pot to make you platanos / I won't even pot a rose for you, I'll pot a grove / I ain't even got a home for you, I've got a globe / Solar system doesn't even got a lot of those / I'm your prince, princess you ain't gotta kiss a lotta toads / Genuine article, wish I was your articles of clothes / Just a particle of cotton on your cones / That'd be the most wonderful destiny ever / Only possibility possibly better than being a stitch on your sweater / Is being human and me and you together /

Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever / Now or never isn't true / I'd prefer now, but whatever's good with you, that'll do / We could date until the doc give a date when the baby due / I can call you honey, sugar, darling, sweetie, baby, boo / You're so hot / Sue me for being in hot pursuit / When a situation's opportune, I'm a proper troop / I step up to the front, I don't front though / I've got you under my skin, but nothing fungal / Perpetually I keep it on the humble / I ain't on the hunt, or only tryna hump / I'd be a monkey's uncle / I pray you don't mistake yourself for prey / Or me for lame and tryna kick some game to try to get some play / That'd be a shame / Next time I see you I am definitely gonna shave / Till then I'm doing pushups tryna get in better shape / And soaking in some sun to try and tan my skin a couple shades / Let's be a couple babe / Lemme keep you company / Let me in the door so I can make sure that you're living comfortably / I can practically guarantee that I'm your cup of tea / Follow my lead and take this loaded magazine and cover me / That's all I gotta say, at least for now / If you allow I'll say it every single hour / I'm not even single now / In my heart and mind we're already a duo / I've already switched from acting singular to acting plural / If I painted I'da painted you a mural / If I worked at Subway, my future mate, I woulda made a hero / To celebrate the miracle you are / But I'm aight, and because I'm a writer I wrote up couple bars. 4. “Sputnik” by Homeboy Sandman, Produced by Howard Lloyd. All I hear is honking horns / Behold a pale horse galloping on a honkey's lawn / Behold a pale corpse jacking off to zombie porn / Beneath a air force trained on playing Donkey Kong / Some-body's granddaughter ain't like her own tetas / Saved up ten grand, now she like the Grand Tetons / Her and her parents worse rivals than the Yankees/Sox / She really love johnson, even was a fan of Keyshawn / Winston Churchill said "carry on, keep calm" / But R. Kelly got room keys, I mean keycards / Pimps that rock bright colored gear are called peacocks / Hooker's johns are nothing like Jean Luc Picard / Going someplace mad people have been before / Dingbats even wind up in the bing because / Promised not sing the chorus if it pleased the court / You could tell it was a croc, 'cause he rocked Lacoste, uh / Knicks'ed down, listening to ODB / But for the mix down, this is what an OD be / I'm like the dude in commercials for Dos Equis / Or Duran Duran / Or Durant from OKC / When I meet some girlies they will not say peace / 'Cause they seen me earlier on OKP / I might give in if she got some okay cheeks / Even more so if she got so okay chi / Lotta cats get married when

they both gon' cheat / I am not sure what they think that they gon' achieve / It's like two potheads thinking that they both gon' chief / Once they got there, ain't nobody brought no trees / Or a sad dog who's owner ain't brought no treats / I'm the big dog, I ain't gotta show no teeth / I see hard rocks so afraid to play low key / All their art screams pussy like Georgia O'Keefe's / Pocket fulla copper / Copper helicopters / Cat divine in concert / Can't divide and conquer / On it, fly on caca / Sung la cucaracha / I dance the gun kata / I done a bit of bikram / I'm big on vinyasa / I'm big in Kinshasa / Posers move over / My pops was Mufasa / To check on que pass / Connect at Queens Plaze / Me casa, su casa / Or get here by the Goethals / But watch out for the potholes / Hear the cono carajos / Let out by the apostles / The world's oldest profession / Transpired inside the brothels / The proof is in the fossils / The troops is in the foxholes eyeing the gestapo / I step up to the plate like Placido Polanco / Ace is Ali Baba / Racist Johnny Bravo / Wrists might be rocky / Heart could still be Drago, ughhhh. 5. “Illuminati” by Homeboy Sandman, Produced by J57. Dear reader, for the “Illumi-nati” lyrics please refer to Chimera EP (Stones Throw STH2286). - Ed. 6. “4 Corners” by

Homeboy Sandman, Produced by Invisible Think. New York stories and vignettes / I'm still waiting out front, they ain't let me in yet / CSI: Criminal Intent / Where if you make the wrong left or right someone gon' write you a chin check

/ Feeling froggy? Leap, or find you a princess / Try to get you a kiss, light you a incense / Heaven

sent, but move secular in a sense / Boy Sand on the set, protecting the innocents / I'm just listing the rules / Supernatural, international without enlisting no mules / Bros and sisters tryna convince me I should listen to mutes / I be missing at the mixer, I be missing the muse / Tell you the truth, / Holding rallies in the allies how we rally the troops / We know all the chutes and ladders, ain't a badder platoon / So lemme get applause for the 4 corners / Of course / The chorus for the 4

corners / 4 corners / I'm not an X's and O's coach / I just go for the throat / I just go for

broke / That's my only approach / Can't hold me, I'm like the holy ghost / Holy smokes / Rolling stone, where papers

are supposedly for rolling stoags / I'ma roll these scrolls / Metrocard or paying these tolls, you gon' pay these trolls / Has anybody heard of Tony Robbins or Joel Olsteen? / That's a hell nah, cats are tryna blow off steam / Notebooks without subjects, just random work / In knapsacks that are subject to random search / That's how the coppers work / Since ain't no one the coppers serve I be the Papa Smurf / They'll have my family in the paddy wagon after improper search / And have the dragon breath and need to pop a Certs / So lemme get applause for the 4 corners / Of course / The chorus for the 4 corners / 4 corners / It's hot enough to catch a tan under grey

skies / Cradle to the grave, it's all relayed through the grapevine / Even though I wonder if the bomb

sniffing canines / Gon meet me at the pearly gates I'm having a great time / Catchers in the rye beware the batters that steal signs / Best to grap a Whopper, sit and watch it in real time / Cameras all on the wildlife / Zoom-ing in, zooming out / Move em in, move em out / Rawhide / I wake up in rush / Can't afford to take a

second, keep forgetting to brush / These girls be out already nekkid enough / Remind me of that Reggae record

"Tempted to Touch" / My mans be never up for breakfast and lunch / In his crib be all you see is Dr. Pepper's and blunts /

Kept his lady though she covered up his pecker wit bumps (Damn) / So lemme get applause for the 4 corners / Of course / The chorus for the 4 corners / 4 corners. 7. “For the Kids” by Homeboy Sandman and Chace Infinite, produced by 6th Sense. Boy Sand is for the kids / Lil bro and lil sis smoking cigs, quit / Shouldn't you go study for a quiz / STD is not pronounced "stid" / Who produced this? 6th / Kids 'tween 3 and 6 shouldn't have to tussle with the three sixes / Watching big chested vixens / Need to go and get they chest Vixed / Little black girls your hair is beautiful / You could leave it natural it's suitable / Forgive the adults that try to get you / To burn it, they've got self image issues / Turn off the TV and go to sleep / You're not a ugly duckling, you're a swan / I know you think that being different makes you weak / But being different makes you strong / This is for you / Think before you speak / Wash your hands before you take a leak / Don't be cocky when you take the lead / If you cocky light a match before you leave / Brush your teeth / Stop and smell the flowers seeds / Enjoy the sun showers seeds / Deshell your sunflower seeds / Don't crack when sides is pulling you 'tween either going to math or cutting class and getting drunk / Don't let nobody bully you, feels so

much better having someone beat your ass than being a punk / Say no to drugs / Never turn your back on your bruhs / The object of life ain't making bucks / The object of life is spreading love / This is for you / I take the time to teach the kids in the streets / For the children like Asa and Unique / Little sisters, you ain't gotta be a freak / Even Nikki Minaj wasn't that at 13 / Little broth-ers you ain't gotta be a fool / And I know they don't teach us nothing useful in them schools / But, if you hustle then consider school a tool you can use against the devil so he don't fool you / Uh, consider these jewels / For growth and development, guidelines and rules / The little homies need to know it ain't cool to openly disrespect the people that made you / Love your parents no matter the consequences / Before you go to sleep, don't forget to wash the dishes / And say a prayer before you eat something / That's a blessing because somebody get to eat nothing / This is for you. 8. “Cedar & Sedgwick” by Homeboy Sandman, produced by rthentic RTNC. I'm from Cedar and Sedgwick / Nubian not stressed for money nada, nah, stay on my J.O. Some ya'll don't / Ya'll suck / I'm from Cedar and Sedgwick / Nubian not stressed for money nada, nah, stay on my J.O. Some ya'll don't / Ya'll suck / I'm from Cedar and Sedgwick. 9. “Mine All Mine” by Homeboy Sandman, produced by 2 Hungry Bros. My lids heavy / My lid's corduroy / Size large in my sock drawer, dogs like yetti / My roots underground like veggies / My sound crack crowns from the soundbyte, sound type edgy / Underneath it's boxers so my di*k can breathe / On bike seats won't wedgie / On my tv it's Heathcliff and Claire / For skincare i still use Keri / Horn born way before Blackberries / My skin like bark / My bark mad lower than my bite / My hair'd depart / Rocked parts early parts of my life / My throat parched / Handle bars favorite parts of my bike / 'Cause it matches my grind / My mindstate's mind over matter / My mind pays matters no mind / My mama taught manners / My plans just matters of time / Mmm-mmmm mmm mmm / My 6th sense keen / My scenes the existence squeezed between the heard and seen / My urban streets got rivers and streams / Burgundy / My insurance is WebMD /

My cup runneth over / My tank runneth on empty / My man pointed out even though there's no "I" in "team" there's a "M" and "E" / My clique ride deep / My crib 5D / My kicks and my tops endorsed / My bop like a pedulum, back and forth / The law in my city done got it in for us / The laws in my city are not enforced / That's my 2 cents before i'm sent for / My liutenants don't tense up in the forth / 10-4 / Mmmmmmm mmm mmm / My lips don't flap / My flames ain't fake / Ain't no implants or nip-tucked fat / My idea

of success isn't bucks stacked / My right hand's on my nut sack / My left hand's on my nut sack, fu*k that / My seatbelt fastened / My bucket pass at a buck flat / My bucket list items all scratched / My limited vinyl's all snatched / My vinyl's all scratched / My knot's in my sock since i got more / Ben Frank-lins, my bank is my sock drawer / My top 5's me and

my top 4 / My bumper stickers explain what exactly i stop for / My tears, blood, sweat / Out my eyes,

cuts, pores / In this rhyme which is mine all mine not yours / Mmmmmmm mmm mmm. 10. “Not Really” by Homeboy Sandman, produced by Jonwayne. People ask me if my life changed / Here's what i might say / Not really / Just ran alongside a river in eastern Europe / Instead of 'round the lake at

Flushing Park / Similar scenario / Same cardio / Top billing at long last / I be chilling in first class / I was

chilling in economy / That didn't bother me / I meet a lot more women / Having about the

same amount of sex / Still a major shortage of cool ones / Sh*t, probably even less / Hard to keep a low pro at Whole Foods / It was hard to keep a low pro in homeroom / That

sh*t is old news / So / People ask me if my life changed / Here's what i might say / Not

really / Far as money I was always out / Now it's always money coming in / I never worry about

money now / I never worried about money then / I still don't let nothing go to waste / Leftovers any

given day / I spend about the same / There's just a lot more left over to give away / It occurred to me one

show, / I'm on stage where I used to be in the front row / That's like a ten foot distance / It's not a real big differ-

ence / Same guidelines as far as being the bigger man / Staying away from the yellow snow / I'm still Black Thought's

biggest fan / Just now I can call and tell him so / People ask me if my life changed / Here's what i might say / Not really / Folks make a lotta fuss / I got a lotta buzz / I still could be a bust / Same

as it ever was / Clearchannel FM / Can kiss my as*cheek / I said that last year / I said that last week / Same world peeps / Even the same words, peep / I've always kept it real / That's why I'm

earning some real keep / Same pants, different crease / Same pan, different grease / Same Sand, different beach / Peace / People ask me if my life changed / Here's what i might say / Not really. 11. “The Ancient” by Homeboy Sandman,

produced by Reality. (Tribal chanting) I be around brothers / Don't be around books enough to judge em by the covers / They been around cliques enough to judge em by the colors / My inner circle, circling right above us are the buzzards / Game is just a show, a game show, look at all the buzzers / On either side of the great divide, what's gonna become of, us / False

idols pop, something for the clobbers / The rest just need a title shot, something for the Clubbers / Half these cats

are spreading love, but they feeling hunger / Other half are feeling numb, but they're doing numbers / But how can they not feel like herbs saying "word to mother" / Then saying a bunch of words that they'd never say to mother / I'm some-thing like a sweeping tide quaking from asunder / I'm something like a sleeping giant waking from a slumber / It ain't like 'cause I know the ledge I'm talking down to others / It's more like I'm out on the ledge talking down the jumpers / (Tribal chanting) / If there ain't no God then how you nourished? / But if you believe in God then why you nervous? / That's word, it's obvious you better work on your endurance / If you got trouble working under duress / For all the world to see, don't get swept up with being current / All the world's a sea, don't get swept up in the current / Conjuring depictions based on fiction takes no courage / If that's your afflic-tion better figure how to cure it / You could stay up on your little piggies or be a hermit / Either way, watch out for the piggies like you Kermit / That's easier said than done atop the Mount that's Vernon / Finding solid footing up atop a mountain of vermin / Native Louisianan's might be lost in a bottle of bourbon / Visitors to Louisiana might be lost while out on Bour-ban / Newark cats take chances out on Chancellor and Bergen / Every country, every county, every borough got a burden / For certain / (Tribal chanting) / When you are blinded it is difficult to seek / It's difficult to dream when it is difficult to sleep / Anyplace that's worth going will be difficult to reach / That's difficult to learn, even more difficult to teach / That's why so many characters get caught up in between / There's way too many characters to put it in a tweet / In days of old kids understood the

concept of a team / Before they were done sucking on the teet / But now it's only suckas always sucking in they teeth / Does any village wanna raise a child? / No, everybody's smok-ing / Sometimes I feel like Smokey crying the tears of a clown / Enough to form a cloud / If only I could put you in my shoes to walk a mile / I'll break you out your lust for ka / Ka-ching and ka-pow / There's no concern for Tao Te Ching / Also known as the Dao / Your people are down and out / Don't drown em out 'cause you up in the Dow / (Tribal chanting). 12. “Eclipsed” by Homeboy Sandman, produced by rthentic RTNC. Get control you sun / They don't owe you they own you sun / They control you sun / Maybe bones they gon' throw you some / But you get bold and they gone bone you sun / You tryna blow you sun? / That's the reason why you blow you sun? / Try to take back what they stole you sun / Don't joint the show you sun / Don't you see they tryna hoe you sun? / That don't make you feel kinda low you sun? / For the dough you sun? / That's the reason why you sold you sun? / Listen here, lemme tell you something / All yous suck / Ain't nobody tryna be you sun / Don't nobody even need you sun / Don't nobody even believe you sun / You just in it to deceive you sun / You just in it to receive you sun / You just in it to receive a sum / You ain't nowhere to be seen in the scrum / You belong down in the sea with the scum / You nothing like a emcee you sun / You gets no play on Ready Cee you sun / You's a crumb / 4C you sun / All luck, door 3 you sun / OD you sun / Phony you sun / Holy moly you sun / That is not for me you sun / I know you's tryna get a deal you sun / And wasn't tryna keep it real you sun / But what's the deal you sun? / You ain't really gotta kneel you sun / Wouldn't you prefer to heal you sun? / We the domi-nant allele you sun / Where's your vigor and your zeal you sun? / You kick the same old spiel you sun / How dare you sun? / Beware, be aware you sun / I think you oughta say a prayer you sun / Except you tryna be player you sun / You let em tell you what to wear you sun / They tell you how to wear your hair you sun / That ain't fair you sun / I know you swear you prepared you sun / But it's clear that you scared you sun / I smell your fear you sun / They gon push you to the rear you sun / They gon kick you in the rear you sun / They gon smear you sun / Is that the way that you was reared you sun? / You think that honesty is weird you sun? / Sun where you from? / But let a couple more years pass and where you sun? 13. “First Of A Living Breed” by Homeboy Sand-man, produced by Oh No. Long as I make hits, can't miss me /

the bloodflow to unclog grease / Amplify the tight squeeze, go for the clean sweep / You're tuned in to the Sandman "I Have A Dream" speech / Let’s get ‘em / The father is Kool Herc / Hands up across the cruel world,

handle your school work / I don't curse in front of my old earth, but I'll drop a couple pointers holding my coin purse / At some point the lines blurred / Almost like it's Point Break 'cept that I can't surf / Only that it's break point and I ain't gon' lose serve / Let’s get ‘em / Big kids watch for the hand hook / Stiffing City Harvest canned goods is a bad

look / Badge tryna random search of your bag, book / Unless you ain't go no cans, just carrying your black-

book / In QB cats going kaput / Something like a QB throwing off the back foot / Way too many cats "pause," enough of the cat foot / Let’s get ‘em / More logos than Nascar / But remaking Juice starring assholes is the last straw / Atop the camel's broke back positive blacks barred / It's enough to make a broke cat barf at a cash bar / So I'm defending the casbah / Me and bunch cats that ain't had any caviar / Buncha cats connected to the ave like a avatar / Let’s get ‘em / The saga don't end / It make me feel at home, I know it like an old friend / Cannons warm up early and often / Love for war bucks / Annie the orphan / Cats blown for a portion / Things get blown out

of proportion / Next time cats bug be the Orkin / Let’s get ‘em / One of the biggest bummers in life I

call "laundry" / Separating coloreds from whites / I seen more screwed races back of buses and flights / seen more screwfaces than some husbands and wives / Many cats starved, puzzled turn to hustle and vice / It

might seem like hustle is a must to survive / Nah, God's cipher is the cipher divine. Mixed and Mastered by Alejandro "Sosa" Tello Jr. All tracks were recorded at Ampliphonic Studios. Executive produced by Peanut Butter Wolf. Additional Keys on “Whatchu Want From Me?” by Jud Nester. Thanks, God for

designing this entire charade which is a real ball and a real challenge. Pop, for being stronger and wiser and more loving than I could ever be so I've always got something to work towards. Mom, for never letting me down once ever, (though moving begrudgingly at times :), showering me with love, and for my sense of humor. Nat, for being my best friend, believing in me and supporting me perpetually, reminding me of whatever I forget, aiding me whatever way you can, and inspiring me with your

I exist where the blacks is, can't blacklist me / Come try me / I'm too boss, can't hire me / I'm free, can't buy me / Ya'll blow me / I found my own way, ya'll ain't show me / You cats don't know me / Try to ignore me / I grow in numbers on the Ave normally / I move abnormally / Spread rumors, but this cat lands on feet / Cats on feet, see? Pumas / Be gone / You can't throw me off, you ain't put me on / Put simply, ya'll ain't wanna play me, so how you gon' sit me? / How you gon' silence? / See I'm my own stylist, so how you gon' stop me? / I represent

the first of a breed / Can't hurt me / This is heaven to me / Brazen / The Matrix can't hold me 'cause I'm my own agent / It's all fair / Can't knock me off of cloud 9 / Ain't put me on air / So now I'm famous / But I ain't here to party ya'll ain't give me no favors / I made A-list, but drove my own spaceship / Kept my nose nowhere near Uranus / People told me I should not burn bridges before / But why I need a bridge someplace I ain't trying to go? / I's a new emcee, you ain't help me spreading the news / Now you need me, more than I need you / I do not need you / Fool of you to assume you could swoop

in and just soup me up / I'm not miso / But I'd be smooth like peep where I'll be soon / I represent the first of a breed

/ Can't hurt me / This is heaven to me / Now if you don't play me no one's gonna listen to you / You don't write about me

they gon' know you outta the loop / Don't credit my incred-ible ability and all you gon' manage is to damage your credibility / I move with patience and humility / Ignored by networks, put in my legwork like millipede / Still rocking sweatpants and a Dilla tee / But now I'm like the military / I'm still a man of little mean / But I don't know what little means / I wasn't little in the little league, literally / I don't know what being little means so you can not

belittle me / See I ain't need a middle man, to get the cynics to consider me / Not the kid that cracks or acts jittery / So how ya'll pulling this or that, riddle me? / Ya'll never gon' get rid of me / I represent the first of a breed / Can't hurt me / This is heaven to me. 14. “Let's Get Em” by Homeboy Sandman, produced by rthentic RTNC. This'd be the ending of Side B /

Angels walk beside me, practically siamese / I seen it like the swami, top of the swan beak / Bill / Let's build, over chicken and brocolli / Then up

strength and your talent. You are the perfect ally. Mia and Rico, for eliciting pure joy in me, renewing my hope everyday, and being yourselves. Sosa, Wise Mateo, Bang Bang, Dez, Dariel, Erick, Brad, Bomba, Leslie, Lissette, Jenny. I love ya'll. I love your children. I love your families. You can depend on me always. Just as I have always been able to depend on you. Rest of you clowns in no particular order, and you don't get no special attention: 2 Hungry Bros, Core Rhythm, Chris Faraone, Peter Rosenberg, Wes Jackson, Nick Rosenberg, Femi Shamz, Jake Paine, Jah C, Billy Jam, DJ Eclipse, DJ Spinna, Psycho Les, Gob Goblin, Chairman Mao, Danny Castro, CunninLynguists, Brother Ali, Company Man, Jonwayne, Peanut Butter Wolf, J Balls, Ciph Diggy, K. Gaines, Fresh Daily, P.SO, Coole High, Tah Phrum Duh Bush, Brokn. Englsh, Reality, K.O. Beatz, Sintex, Kalae AllDay, YC the Cynic, I Am Many, Kahlee, Kalil Kash, Mystro, Tom Sweetman, Kalila, Kane Mayfield, Ama, Will Eaves, Oh No, Open Mike Eagle, Jeff Weiss, Pack FM, Tonedeff, QN5, Brooklyn Bodega, Patty Dukes and RephStar, PremRock, Willie Green, PreZZure, Alias (alias Niles), Priscilla and Cypress, Raquel, Andrea, Reyn, Matt Caputo, Benji, Broke MC, Chuck White, Early, Eliel Lucero, Tidal Friction, Ben Grymm, Sanford Whiteman, Sarah Love, Gilles Peterson, Scrills, Sene, Slim Donuts, Sol Isis, Jise, Kooley High, Talina, TC, Teddy King, Problemaddicts, Tony Touch, TreZure Empire, Kaneza, Senor Kaos, Kevin Beecham, Khay, Knewdles, Dave Dar, rthentic RTNC, Lady Blogga, Lazy Jay, M-Tri, Leecy T, Lesliyan, Likwuid, Lethy Liriano, WHAM, Lisa Cardoso, Liv Marisco (Liphemra), Urban Juke Joint, Luis Valbuena, Manny Faces, Audible Doctor, James Niche, Rob Rogers (The Danger Onasis), Jarobi, Jason Melker, Jayforce, Jinesis, Jesse Abraham, Jessica Estevez, Jimmy Jung, JJ Brown, John Robinson, Jonti, Junk Science, Meka, Eskay, 54 Reality Crew, 6th Sense, Acrojam, Adam Bernard, Aggie, Amanda Velez, The Clubhouse, Deezu Music, April Pabon, AtLas, Babeydrew, Baldi and TruStatement, Baxter Word-sworth, Final Outlaw, EOW, Boyuan, Brad Hasse, Brian Wood, True Britt, Bronx Uber Villain, Divino, Tasty Keish, Matt Conaway, Matt Sonzala, Mazzi, Brian Knott, Mirandom, Moe, Mr. Beatz, Susan Little, Naheem Adio Kujenya, Natty S., Donovan Kasp, Nick Heller, Tony Santiago, Oddisee, Amelia, Brooke, Kristi, M Slago, Victor Lucia, Cassandra Rose, Cassidy, J57, Chace Infinite, Tanya Morgan, Black Plague, E Holla, Torae, Eagle Nebula, EE Delrey, Epic, Evie, Exile, Tati, New Rap Order, 3rd Party, Rabbi Darkside, IllSpokinn, Freestyle Mondays, Gus "Goose" Gauntlett, Why-G?, N.O. Islam, Illustrate, Julius Arlee, Fiona Bloom, Flex Mathews, Kosha Dillz, Fort Nox, Maya, Hamilton Nolan, Isaac Sawyer, Francy, FYC, Gavin Thomas, Robert Adam Mayer, TONE, Gee Notes, Steve Smith, Geko Jones, Ryan Bowers, Gods' Illa, WeStoleTheShow, Greg Thomas, Lorena Vasquez, Gumpy Gandules, Aaron Linton Chambers, Hasaan Mackey, all my Stones Throw brothers I named on the back of Chimera and also Trevor, Jodi and Ludi, HeadKrack, Howard Lloyd, Hubcaps, O.I.S.D., J Period, Jakop Nazareytan J the Suit, Silent Knight, Joann Gomez, Ruffa, Kyle Rapps, Sketch the Cataclysm, Moses Rockwell, Don Chiva, Brown Bag All-Stars, Soul Khan, General Steele, Jahdan Blakkamore, Jake Lefco, Conspiracy Radio, The Day Laborers, The Morpheus Soul Show, VerBs, Alice InWonderland, Nola Darling, Warren Britt, William Helms, Wille G., Sofija (WonderWoman), and XPlane. To all those I missed, you know the drill. In loving memory of Gordon Heron

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Stones Throw Records, 2012