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'Year of the Hog' album lyrics track 1-8
Because their are people out there that still can't understand rap I wrote all my songs down
1.HELLO FROM ARIZONA
INTRO
Hello everybody in the place to be/
You’re now listing to a funky fresh MC/
Coming straight out of the Southwestern streets/
Bringing the fire of the Phoenix and the Arizona heat/
VERSE 1
I thought I told you but you must have not been listening/
Only you can get yourself up out the s**t your in/
So quit bitching and moaning, stop your whining and crying/
It’s time to do what you got to do in this survive in this life/
And if you’re tired of trying, you should give it a rest/
Talk about it, be about it and forget all of the stress/
Because life’s never been about the best dressed /
Or how many stupid humans you can impress/
So I’m blessing the beat, from my man Konsent/
Wrecking shop for the hip hop movement/
So who’s new kid? Rocking the block hard/
Dropping these hot bars,/
clobbering icons/
Call him the MIC HOG/
HOOK
So what do you know about hip hop culture?/
Do you think we all rap for money and exposure?/
Come out to the Southwest and kick it with a solider/
Because we got this on lock out in sunny Arizona/
VERSE 2
So what the hell is going on in the world today?/
I sit and ask myself as I watch the clouds turn grey/
I’m pretty sure it’s going to rain /
I can smell it in the air and feel it in the way the winds shift and change/
See the desert is a place that seldom sees water/
In the winter nights are cold and the summer are hotter than a mother f**ker/
I said it, I mean it/
I live in Phoenix which means this will probably be edited or labeled explicit/
So check this kid if you want to step into the rhyme bout/
It will be lights out, the time is now/
The year or the HOG, here in the city of smog/
In the valley of the sun, no this isn’t Cali. I’m from/
It’s Arizona man the land of the cactus and sand/
So I stand ready to rally at a moments notice/
Totally focused on change/
Even though I don’t know most of your names/
I hope that you feel the same way/
HOOK
I see so many people in a hurry just to wait in line/
I contemplate my decisions and take my time/
It’s difficult deciding between wrong and right/
So I put my heart into my pen and write/
OUTRO
Because I’m not from the Mid-West not from the Southeast/
I’m not from Brooklyn and not from the Bronx/
I’m not from Compton and not from Watts/
This is Arizona hip hop and it’s not going to stop/
2. WELCOME TO THE DESERT FEAT. MIDKNIGHT
VERSE 1
So let me try and paint a picture/
Of this place that I’ve been living in/
Since I was just an itty bitty kid/
It gets a little hotter every summer/
I see so many suckers/
Running and ducking/
To cover under umbrellas from the sun/
I think it’s funny as f**k/
That it’s money we trust/
In the valley of the sun/
Where we got plenty of drugs/
That is smuggled in trucks/
And the government funds/
The running of guns/
Hustling get rough/
When you’re living the slums/
So I quit giving a f**k/
Cause these women just suck/
I keep digging in the mud/
Sifting for love/
Ending up swimming in lust/
Admitted disgust/
And if it isn’t enough/
All of my friends are drunk/
Sick in the gut/
Spitting up blood/
Saying they’re living it up/
And isn’t this fun/
But when the spinning is gone/
They’ll be listening to my songs/
While I’m getting it done/
In this desert metropolis/
HOOK
Welcome to the Desert/
A place lost following a mirage to golden treasure/
In a city where there never any snow in December/
The temperature is really nice/
You should stop by and say “Hi”/
Welcome to the Desert/
MIDKNIGHT'S LYRICS
Living in the hottest weather can’t escape the pressure/
Living here forever music measured images remember/
Silver cords are severed/
buried in the cellar but never forgotten/
stay here till we’re old and rotten/
VERSE 2 (MIDKNIGHT)
We painted our picture/
On the village in the valley/
Tainted fixtures in the ally/
On a rally in the desert/
With the cactus in the weather/
Staying sunny in December/
Masses moving in the number/
Music moving us together/
Units’ playing us forever/
Till technology is severed/
Wake up walking in our Graceland/
It’s taking me, awaking me/
Into this whole waste land/
Throwing me and showing me/
That all of its same plan/
Same stance, same man/
Shaking you and holding hands/
From the seller to the addict/
When the times are getting drastic/
Move our message with the magic/
Learn our lesson from the savage/
Till it’s burning up in ashes/
Like the rappers that are actor/
With the groupies that they capture/
Turn the chapter to the factor/
That they’re preaching like a pastor/
Pinching money praying master/
Acting like a spell caster/
Hidden in face plaster/
Kids with no grey matter/
Jacobs fallen off the ladder/
From the deserts to Alaska/
HOOK REPEAT
VERSE 1
I woke up this morning in the back seat of a car/
As far as I could tell it was decent place to park/
Safe place to take a leak, stretch out and yawn/
I decided it was time for me get up and move along/
Keys in the ignition, turned the vehicle on/
Let the engine run for a minute to let it get warm/
The radio hit me in the chin like a brick to the jaw/
I immediately got pissed and had to turn it off/
These days it seems like MC’s and producers are lost/
Their all dying to get rich and famous no matter the cost/
You can shit in a box,/
Wrap it in expensive paper,/
But in the end you know exactly what you’ve got/
A shitty job working long hours at the quick stop/
Slaving everyday for corporation and you know it’s wrong/
So I use song to help the soul stay strong/
In hope that the spirit will live on after the body is gone/
VERSE 2
So I try to drive forward and abide by the rules/
A solider of no man that only rides for truth/
The property of no ones a sovereign individual/
And put your fist in the air if this description fits you/
Keep them high if you like music that makes you wanna
grove/
And love listening to MC’s rap and have nothing to prove/
Standing on stage broke and happy in a busted pair of
shoes/
But ultimately the choice is up to each and every one of
you/
We all struggle and have a different point of view/
Some of us juggle job and others just sit a sip the brew/
I’d rather hang solo sometimes than kick it with the crew/
Cause in the moments I spend alone I figure out my next
move/
Everyday is a blank canvass for me to start brand new/
A chance for me to everything I haven’t had a chance to
do/
So while I’m alive I’ll treat my mind like a jewel/
VERSE 3
Everyday I wake up with one thing in mind/
Create a replacement to the same old daily grind/
I channel inspiration, put the pen to paper and write/
By sun in the day and candles during the night/
I’m flying high like a brown eagle in the sky/
Observing every tiny detail of life keeping my eyes wide/
Making something out of nothing with these hands of mine/
Even though only one tiny grain in the sands of time/
I’ve been addicted to self inflicted pain and foolish pride/
I dug a whole deep enough for me to crawl into and hide/
I grew up from that foolishness and put it aside/
Cause it left me alone, cold and empty inside/
So many questions to ask so I turned to the divine/
But with no answers I had to finally realized/
Life is what I make it you make and stocked full of
surprise/
And I can only changed the world if I open my own mind/
3. THEY SAY
{Not Afraid}
VERSE 1
Now people say that we fear what we don’t understand/
But we also use fear to maintain the upper hand/
They say I smoke too much and I drink too much/
That I hope too much and I think too much/
They say I use weed as crutch/
They say I’ve been abused and that I need a hug/
And that I’m in desperate need to be loved/
By someone deep and it suck/
Cause in reality I need none of the above/
Eventually I’ll be six feet in the dust/
Beneath the floorboards/
I’ll keep in touch through speaker cords, Ouija boards,/
Drug corner liquor stores/
and the rawest freestyle lyrics born/
Written on bits of torn paper bags/
I’ll be the train yard tags/
And the courage of the bravest lad/
That escapes the grasp of the government hand/
Project Patriot Act on this sacred land/
I’m not afraid to stand and fight to be free/
By any and all means cause I truly believe/
HOOK
Life isn’t guaranteed I could die any day/
Whether living on the street or wealthy and paid/
So I do what I please and say what I wanna say/
And I am NOT AFRAID/
Life isn’t guaranteed you could die any day/
Whether living on the street or wealthy and paid/
So I say do what you please and say what you wanna say/
And be NOT AFRAID/
VERSE 2
I’m not afraid to play with razor blades/
and spit in dangers face/
I blaze J’s in the strangest place/
and play games with death on a daily basis/
I stay in the basement/
creating clay-mation/
For a television station/
that broadcast in the early A.M./
When no one watches,/
I’ll open up your brains with lock picks/
And pull out the garbage and toss it/
This vessel is a lost ship and the cock pit/
Doesn’t got anyone inside of it/
and I’m fine with this/
Trying to find a grip/
has always been my kind of trip/
I might slip, but I’ll get back up/
And if I get stuck I’ll eventually be undone/
I love running drunk in the streets during the evenings/
Like a demon I scream obscenely,/
but that doesn’t mean I wanna die/
I just wanna live my life/
and not be bothered by obnoxious flies/
That stalk and spy the conjure up lies/
So often times I talk in rhyme/
So I can stop my mind/
From walking away from me/
Cause I really believe/
HOOK REPEAT
4. GET ‘EM
HOOK
Get ‘m Get ‘em,
Hit ‘em Hit ‘em
VERSE 1
I travel through the mist like a gorilla in the Congo/
Battling the pigs and the children of Diablo/
The saints and the sinners dine for dinner at the same table/
That an artist painted a picture capturing images from every angle/
My sanity dangles between two techs and a mic/
I’m giving everything I got holding on for dear life/
I know that time is going to take its toll on me /
I plan to be the oldest MC still rhyming for free/
I keep it old school like Kool Herc and Run DMC/
Shell toed Adidas and E.P.M.D./
I plan to leave seeds that breed deep rooted trees/
So every time that I speak you know I strive to be unique/
Cause there no need to be anything other than me/
The M-I-C to the H-O-G I stay low key/
Out here in the desert heat/
Produce a legacy so the people will remember me/
I’ll forever be cleverly woven into the pages of history/
For the way I rhymed to the rhythm of the beat/
HOOK REPEAT
VERSE 2
Hold up I’m back again cause I knew you were missing me/
Pay attention closely cause right here I’m making history/
No mystery the dominance is obvious /
This lyrical faucet broken so there’s no stopping the flood/
I get nothing but love no matter where I go /
From the stoop to the club you know how I roll/
I hold the mic like a samurai blade /
Slicing and dicing any MC that stands in my way/
Because I say what’s on my mind and don’t have to play/
100% independent and nobodies slave/
To made in shade having a good life /
A house in the hood and a cute little wife-y/
Nice dreams but that’s not where you’ll find me /
Cause I’m getting high as can be off the pipe weed/
You can call me insane or crazy as hell/
Because when you see me on the street I’ll be talking to myself/
So don’t pay me any mind, keep walking on by and/
Go on with your so called life /
HOOK REPEAT
Verse 3
Yo it’s the MIC HOG and I got the block on lock/
The true heads know where to go for the freshest hip hop/
So to think that I would stop is simply absurd/
I got the illest beats and I’m gifted with words/
See you standing on front street slinging straight garbage/
Wack ass rapper you know your not an artist/
I’m out here on the grind hustling the hardest/
An educated man so I know I’m not the smartest/
Going from broke to ghetto gold with the quickness/
Cause you already know that the flow is the sickest/
I kick-flip the game like a 20 foot gap /
Leave kids dumbfounded like” How’d he do that?”/
Cause I always kick the facts and I never play the part/
Being honest on these tracks coming straight from the heart/
Part good, part hood,/
Part book, part crook,/
Part punk, part funk with that bump for ya trunk/
Show love for ya boy if you’re feeling the vibe/
And wyle out like you lost your mutha f**kin’ mind/
HOOK REPEAT
