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Homeboy Sandman – Dusty

Picasso claimed that the purpose of art is to wash the “dust of daily life off our souls.” Homeboy Sandman asks on Dusty, “Why would I complain when I’m alive making art?” In the course of his Mello Music debut, the Queens virtuoso answers himself with 15 soul-assessing confessionals that sweep the entropy and daily static, the distortion and psychic silt of modern life onto wax. This is sacred dust, alchemical practice to convert anxiety into the highest form of creativity. It is rapping ass-rapping rapped better than your favorite rapper.

Let Sandman tell it: the sound is dusty. These bars are his id. He’s not trying to save the world on this record or even save himself. These are the unmasked impulses and desires locked away for a long time -- some of them from before he ditched the legal world for decapitating mediocre MCs. On Dusty, he says “ I unlocked myself and let them out -- dusted them off -- for better or for worse.”

Of course, it’s infinitely for the better. This is a therapy session without coming off remotely indulgent. Sandman remains both the master carpenter and architect, writing verses with lapidary precision, inventing new flows and cadences at brilliant angles that no one knew could be found.

This is the latest chapter for one of the most storied underground rappers of his generation. A versatile talent who has checked every last box: Unsigned Hype in The Source, Chairman’s Choice in the XXL. Rolling Stone hailed his songs as dense and word-drunk, spilling past the margins, demanding repeat listens as he re-works rap forms and functions into something truly personal.” Pitchfork said that in the all-star game of the new subterranean, “he is the guy with flawless fundamentals, wearing his socks high and his cleats sharp and polished.” His solo catalogue is sterling and over the last two years he’s mastered the group dynamic in tandem with fellow legends Aesop Rock and later, a brilliant psychedelic slab done in union with Edan.

It’s all on display on Dusty. Pick almost any track and you’ll hear the synthesized fusion of four elements hip-hop and Jamaican toasting, Nuyorican flavor and an experimental dead bent to expand the parameters of language. When you listen to Sandman, you hear the echoing boom of the South Bronx park jams of Kool Herc, the avant-garde wild style of Rammellzee, the technical perfection of Rakim and Big Daddy Kane, the infectious jazz hymnals of A Tribe Called Quest.

Produced entirely by Mono En Stereo (formerly known as El RTNC -- the moniker used when he produced Sandman’s Kool Herc: Fertile Crescent), the beats rumble and snap, the basslines are rubber-thick and funky, the drums rugged as a butcher knife haircut. Sandman boasts the kinetic gift to tailor his flow to each, his voice an instrument in his own right -- able to switch between conversational and wrathful, debauched lothario and philosophically righteous. There’s “Far Out,” where he kicks off the album wondering if he’s better off living in Siberia, then references breakdancing on cardboard, the Never Ending Story, and how the smell of boiled eggs reminds him of the Queens Halloweens of his childhood. “Noteworthy” finds him suffering from insomnia trying to figure out which rules to break and risks to take. He proposes toasts for the spirits and ghosts and flips old MC Lyte lyrics into modern koans. “Yes Iyah” finds Boy Sand boasting about clutching mountains by the peak over a tribal polyrhythmic breakbeat, kicking a pyroclastic flow that would even make Black Thought offer a bow in tribute. There are raunchy sex raps and existential midnight of the soul wanderings alike.


It amounts to a clarion statement of purpose, the arena stepped into and all challengers vanquished. Rap containing multitudes and cosmic dust. Exact as a science, loose as an improvised spiritual.

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released October 18, 2019

Produced by Mono En Stereo

Additional Percussion/Production by Andrew Esposito
Recorded & Mixed by Andrew Esposito & Ryan Bress at Sung Moon Recordings, Buffalo, NY
Mastered by Alejandro "Sosa" Tello at Ampliphonic Studios, Queens, NY

Cover Art by Sarah Mattmiller
Concept Execution by Lisa Wollter
Layout by Austin Hart
Photo by Johnny Navarro

Special Thanks to Perry Hill
Executive Produced by Michael Tolle
2019 Mello Music Group

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Homeboy Sandman’s favorite song is “Knocks Me off My Feet” by Stevie Wonder. His second favorite song is “I Know You, I Live You” by Chaka Khan. His favorite Michael Jackson song is “Lady in My Life”. He prefers Low End Theory to Midnight Marauders, but adores both. ... more

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Track Name: Far Out
Fuck yeah
Homeboy Sand, long walk off a short pier
From reading all the signs on all sides for a light year
Seems like it's time for another bright idea
More than too many y'all light in your nike airs
Wonder if I'm better off living is siberia
Been a long time grown tired of your nightmare
All of this might and nobody to fight fair
So now I'm low profile severing all ties
I'm like fee foe fie fum at these small fries
Caught wind how my mind's open as both eyes
And that I'm all wins
No losses and no ties
They said you can't make fashion out of faux pas
They said what goes up must end in a nosedive
But now they whole staff 'bout touchy as Joe Pa's
Cause it's all lies

AND YOU CAN COP IT QUASARS
YOU CAN STREAM IT ON STARS
YOU CAN HEAR IT ON NEPTUNE
YOU CAN FEEL IT ON MARS
FAR OUT
FAR OUT
FAR OUT

Hole in one on a par 4
I'm boy sand, i could break dance without cardboard
While aboard a flight on the concord
Then do it again for a encore
People holla "hey you" at the outlaw
But i be like atreyu riding on falcor
Might switch into southpaw
Without cause
Cleanup on aisle four
Passion of the pasteurized processed cheese foods
I don't wanna be associated with these dudes
Take a peek inside the dossier of a recluse
Who ain't gonna pretend a serving size is a teaspoon
Superpowers of the truth seeker
Hour in the shower wit the waterproof speaker
Things that make you go eureka
Let go my urethra

AND YOU CAN COP IT QUASARS
YOU CAN STREAM IT ON STARS
YOU CAN HEAR IT ON NEPTUNE
YOU CAN FEEL IT ON MARS
FAR OUT
FAR OUT
FAR OUT

I'm from Queens
The smell of boiled eggs reminds me of Halloween
Not the Queens is more special than any other place
Maybe it is
In any case
At any rate
Heavy lie the crown
Became a out of towner from so much time outta town,
I hope you don't mind me dropping by unannounced
My only interest is doing things that are not allowed
Lookit, lady luck isn't just a friend
Whole charade about not being crazy was just pretend
Won't find my tail tween my legs, i nail it on one attempt
Come from asunder to pick a number from 1 to 10
Without no worry, I'm in no hurry to pay the rent
I take no part in the undercard I'm the main event
On the voyage that's maiden I'll go where no one has made it, you wanna make a bet?
Say it again!

AND YOU CAN COP IT QUASARS
YOU CAN STREAM IT ON STARS
YOU CAN HEAR IT ON NEPTUNE
YOU CAN FEEL IT ON MARS
FAR OUT
FAR OUT
FAR OUT
Track Name: Name
My name was this
My name was that
Now that my name been nixed
My aim is wisdom
No more parlor tricks
I’m too hard to track
Nonetheless I exist
Outside the system
I’m too blessed to stress
Too strong to wrong
I am too cool to fool
Too calm to con
I am too fresh to fetch
Too healed to heel
I am too free to flee
too real to kneel
Now that the time and place
To corrupt time and space
Has become commonplace
I’m on the case
This is all just a game
There ain’t no need for shame
There ain’t no need for change
No need for pain
Thanks to my guiding grace
I’m alongside the greats
I am inside the gates
Ain’t no more sour grapes
Where’s I before’s askew, now I’m straight
Where I before was screwed
Not I’m chaste

CANT SOLVE ME
I DON'T EVEN CARE
TRY AND CALL ME
I DON'T EVEN HEAR
I AIN'T EVEN HERE

Gather round boys and girls
Lemme tell you a tale
Of a new kind of brain
That does not have a name
But will always prevail
Give in and give it up
Don’t mind overriding your serotonin inhibitors
Leave on the lights
All the stars are aligned
At this time I would like
To thank god i’m alive
On the day I was born
Everything was foretold
When the first thing I saw
Was my own broken mold
When it gets late at night
Sometimes I lie awake
Sometimes I’ll take a hike
Sometimes I hibernate
All that I have is now
I do not have a past
I do not walk a path
I do not have a plan
I remain free to choose
That which I want to be
That which I want to do
That might be news to you
But it’s not news to me
So let’s cut the crap
Go ahead zip your lip
While I go bridge the gap

CANT SOLVE ME
I DON'T EVEN CARE
TRY AND CALL ME
I DON'T EVEN HEAR
CANT SOLVE ME
I DON'T EVEN CARE
TRY AND CALL ME
I DON'T EVEN HEAR
I AIN'T EVEN HERE

Had to turn off the screen
Put down the phone
Which was good for my health
When I’m all by myself
I am still not alone
When I go overseas
I remain overseen
When I go down the road
It is all kings and queens
When I keep company
I don’t go after things
I let things come to me
Till they land in my hand
Because it’s rude to grab
That is the way I got
Everything that I have
None of which I will keep
‘Cause I like letting go
Much like the autumn leaves
Much like the fallen snow
Or the clouds overhead
Must continue to move
Or the day and the night
And the sun and the moon
I don’t ask how or why
But observe what and when
I am not one of you
I am not one of them
I am a one of one
That’s for sho'
Being me 101s
All I know

I DON'T EVEN CARE
I DON'T EVEN HEAR
I AIN'T EVEN HERE
Track Name: Noteworthy
Sometimes at night i lie awake
A preponderance of pondering the rules i gotta break
And what lies atop the laundry list of risks i gotta take
I admit i think it's noteworthy

I'm patient with the people that i love
I'm careful wit the word's i use to tell em when they bug
When dirt gets mixed with water
Sometimes water's thick as blood
It's thick as mud
I think that's noteworthy

I'm sorry when i slip
I'm way too used to shooting from the hip
I's tryin to be slower on the draw but more and more seems like a loss to draw at all
I think that's noteworthy

I stay away from periods now
Is it that i'm growing up?
Or that i'm slowing down?
I haven't put it down more than an hour in quite a while
I think that's noteworthy

Propose a toast
Let's hear it for the spirits and the ghosts
Rejoices for the voices in my gut and in my dome are why i never drink alone
I think that's noteworthy

Just as with any plant that grows roots
All my adventures from the center of a closed loop
Sometimes a point becomes more poignant as it grows moot
Noteworthy

When i say family i mean friend
Advertisements say "save" when they mean spend
Why do people say "you" when they mean them?
Noteworthy

At first we flirted now the world's mine
Saddening tho, nothing is as maddening as mankind
But then that doesn't really matter since my girl's fine
I find that noteworthy

Apples and oranges are both sweet
And both round,
When reference is made to comparing fruit ignoring simple truth's communication's broke down
That is noteworthy

I plan to never plan
And work at being clever when i cram to understand
'Cause every situation that i think's not worth a damn is well in hand
I think that's noteworthy
Track Name: Easy
My breakfast is lunch and supper
I don't remind you of nothing sucka
No discussion I'm fuckin stubborn
Hard to stomach but you love it
Pull a couple from out the cupboard
Who know what i'm about to commit
Believe me i've got it covered
Muthafuckas have got it coming
All a sudden
Pop up somewhere down below the summit
Hop out the car wit the motor running

IT'S NOT DIFFICULT

Remember to check the peephole
Remember to check for people
I been wit made people, connected people
Professional grade people, respected people
I be done changed people, affected people
I be done saved people, protected people
I done arranged people, directed people
Filleted people, dissected people
I be done tamed people, aggressive people
Insane people, demented people
All type of deranged people and kept em peaceful

IT'S NOT
IT'S NOT DIFFICULT

Keep the pot stirred
Worries is not word
Lotta feelings just got hurt
Fuck it they gotta learn
I don't never be not alert
Show you how to lurk
Reconfigure the pot worth
Do my figures, clockwork
I don't ask for permission first
Doubters, dishing dirt
Make me doubt that they vision work

IT'S NOT DIFFICULT
Track Name: Yes Iyah
Johnny on the spot
Wit the downhill powerwalk tomahawk chop
Wit the moxy and chops to pull up on your spot
Or your proxy's
Pop
And put it to a stop
Constant
Every toc we take it from the top
It's that 1 2 3 o'clock 4 o'clock rock
Get your app open
Plot the course you gotta trot
When the mad potent drop of course you gotta cop
Been a hot minute since i pulled up on the scene
Mad events was not foreseen
Next thing that i knew i was laying on a beach
Next thing that i knew i was balanced on a beam
Last thing that i knew i was rhyming on a beat
Now everything's back to how it oughta be
No problem to clutch a mountain by the peak
Now that i can touch the bottom of the sea
Stuck in my prime, full time heavyweight
Three or four hotties chillin poolside anyway
Me and mono done sold game to gave game away
Found the hypotenuse
Barbecues labor day
Stones Throw done gone off the deep end
Wit enemies like that well who needs friends?
Christians told me to repent
But i ain't too pressed
No reason to pretend
My bad pastor and deacon
Signed, boy sand, grandmaster of weekends
Widespread hassle and nuisance
Not enough time spent following blueprints
Not enough time spent tying up loose ends
Every joe schmoe wanna put in they two scents
And every jane schmane wanna throw in they two more
Nonsense, they was my scent but i threw em off
I do it all
This and that, such and such, way too much to recall
31 flavors come visit and do the waltz
Nosey ass neighbors stay listening through the wall
Not your regular booty call
Ain't no thing to dig in the booty if duty calls
I be beating the booty like it was the booty fault
Pull out spray on the beauty a beautiful waterfall
That's TMI i just realized, me and mine
Fast track, SESAC, ASCAP, BMI
Just wasn't in the cards until the stars realigned
All the way, on our way's gone away, we arrived
The reason why is it's about time
People think of planets like there's just about nine
20, 30 more you can expect to find expect to find life
Talking just about mine
Seated head of class the first and last of my kind
Then i hit the s'mac up for a nosh of alpine
Don't knock it till you try it
You may ask me what about the government lying
I would answer to you that's your problem not mine
I'd be not lying
Listen i got mine so i do not mind
Before i got mine i had to stop trying
Before i got mine i had to stop crying
Blink of an eye look what has transpired
Find me and my camp around the camp fire
Sat hatching a plan to build a empire
Ain't one yesman
Yes iyah

YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH

Johnny on the sphere
If anybody asks i was never here
In the lunchroom sitting alone my whole career
Wear my pants so you cannot see my underwear
Clad in scuba gear
When i bounce i never bring back a souvenir
When it come to kick and the snare I'm never scared
You could tell by smile i wear from ear to ear
Kinda weird, now and then 12 months of the year i'll grow a beard
Wish you good luck finding the rules to which i adhere
Take my last buck, give it to a bum to buy a beer
Shed a tear for my once luscious glorious full head of hair
It did not help getting it back to say a prayer
But thank god that it didn't stop my being a player
Is that clear
I try to always keep a pad wit a Pam Grier
I'm known to always keep a flask of the panacea
I'm known for dropping in and crashing on Pangea
Down and dirtier than Bill Lambeer
Pull up looking like the president of Zambia
Must have caught a pine needle in my pineal
Bust off on your couch and now your couch from Ikea
That don't make sense but rest in peace in Phife
Type to throw a bee hive in a street fight
Just the type to bee-line into deep night
With a policy to decline to any e-vite
Only deep flies
Never three strikes
Never deep fried
Only green lights
World tour all of outdoors
Every drop of hot sauce
Nothing outsourced
Cry out for a encore from the hardcore
Introduce your in-laws to the outlaw
Greatest look since dinosaurs and the protozoa
Greatest hooks since southpaw rocky balboa
Before i lived in Brooklyn i was livin in the Lowa
Chicks that look like Selma Hayek dancing wit a boa
Always interrupt and run up on me outta nowhere
Take em to Chipotle and get extra barbacoa
Just 'cause i'm the object of they passion and desire
Doesn't mean i'm splurging on they fashionable attire
Honey got reliant, started calling me a liar
Had to tell her no ma'am
Yes iyah

YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES IYAH
YES YES YES YES IYAH
Track Name: Step Inside
I give a shout to all the legendary rappers that are broke
‘Cause living happily ever after didn’t happen
‘Cause this planet run the gamut of shenanigans
Various hilarious significance of ignorance and arrogance
Admit I taken part in it
I know that god’ll pardon it
‘Cause I was even charming as a charlatan
I was fire even as a liar
Had my moments at my most bogus
At my most vulgar
As a stone cold stoner still solar
Those are days I seldom ever speak about
The fact they may not yet have ended doesn’t have me freaking out
Though pee be sometimes leaking out
From when I had that STD and didn’t have no medical to rescue me
It also holds the precum ‘fore I nut which helps wit coitus interruptus
Saying all clouds have a silver lining is very presumptuous
But saying all of mine do is a proven fact
Keeps my sense of humor in tact
Helps me find amusement in how humans act
I take it slow when life be moving fast
I beat the shit out of my moviepass
Pull up a chair instead of walking through my lair because it’s boobie trapped
I stay aware and say a prayer wit every loogie spat
Acquitted via trail separation
Pursuant to my ruined reputation
I used to write a chorus in accordance with the rules and regulations
Now I’m Banner out the gamma radiation
Waving banners for
Oranges at the apple store
Going back and forth 'tween moving back and forward if there are any more
Or maybe I’m the only
Which doesn’t make me lonely
It makes me wise in helping me realize nobody owe me
Sometimes I get so sick and tired of being a phony
Ashamed that I’m not sponsored by saucony
And all these new perspectives disconnected from my homies and my cronies and my buddies
Sound like a bunch of dummies
Could it be that cuffing season’s an actual natural phenomenon?
Sighted at the Brooklyn Heights promenade
Sensei M. Day Shayamalan
Track Name: Picture on the Wall
I love the baby no if’s ands or maybes
She don’t love me ‘cause I drive in a drop top Mercedes
Any time I feel like taking a break, ain’t nothing to her
Each and every time she step in the place, I wanna do her
When I go outta my way, she’s always worth it
Ain’t a single thing about her I’d change
She’s simply perfect
Any time I go without her i last for just a while
Ain’t no limit to the things that I’d do, to make her smile
Don’t sweat us ‘bout PDA, that’s just the way we act
See my babygirl is a genuine nymphomaniac
And prettier than girls that I grew up watching on mtv
And hungry for my nut and won’t finish until she empty me
Ain’t no arguments or debating
Later to the haters my baby is just the greatest
The greatest at making playlists
Or taking it in the anus
And never be actin heinous
Or going on no hiatus nope
She’s the baddest girl ever
Baby feet are the prettiest feet
Tastiest treat

I GOT YOUR PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL

I love my cutie and oh my the bootie
Way more juicier than juicy fruit, making porno movies
is what we mostly be doing for exercise and enjoyment
Since neither of us don’t have no sort of regular employment
She the coolest and never cause me stress
When I’m rocking she’s the loudest member of the audience
She’ll be my baby until i am a cadaver
The first time that I saw her I knew that I had to have her
She loves me even tho I’m bald
Us two are the truest love that you ever saw
Ain’t no fronting or facades
Together there ain’t a problem we couldn’t solve
And so I always keep her close
In the throws of passion I co be catching the holy ghost
I be out crusading but can’t be waiting for getting home
I be farting she don’t be departing even tho it’s gross
She the best babygirl
She the best in the borough
She the best in the world

I GOT YOUR PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL

We sleep naked we sleep close
We have nothing in common wit none of these folks
Always fighting and always trying to cut each other down
And dissing, in fact I miss her whenever she’s not around
Which isn’t much
She make me breakfast and dinner she make me lunch
Sometimes she be a klutz
But it don’t make no difference ‘cause I’m addicted to her touch
My baby be the softest sweetest
I can’t wait to squeeze it and eat it believe it
All she gets is special treatment
I make records but she’s my greatest achievement
She got a zillion different pet names
She stimulate both my right and left brain
She see inside me like a X-ray
Way more magic than I could ever explain
Baby
You drive me crazy
You saved me

I GOT YOUR PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
PICTURE HANGING ON THE WALL
Track Name: Pussy
Pussy
I love it more than rapping or eating
I love it more than napping or reading
I love it more than new kicks
I’d be happier in bare feet wit a few chicks
I love pussy more than my immediate family
When pussy is my plan A
Pussy in my plan B
Pussy is the mission
In any non pussy situation pussy is what’s missin
But always pussy wit permission
Very rigid on that provision
It’s just a given
You ever be in yoga chicks be doing half pigeon?
Sometimes I see they pussy wit my pussy ray vision

I would never pay for pussy
But if I could get paid in pussy I would
I fly to pussy on virgin, and delta
I prefer pussy to food , water, and shelter
That’s a really easy pick
If posed with that scenario I’d make it super quick
And I would never second guess
Pussy is the fuckin best
I break night for pussy I confess obviously I prioritize pussy over rest
And over paying student debts
Yes

Pussy is nice
Socrates said it best, pussy is life
Or was it Aristotle?
I’m not sure but I’m still down for playing spin the bottle
I go for pussy full throttle
I hop into the pussy head first wit no goggles
This is not bravado
Pussy is what keeps me warm when I’m in Colorado
Pussy is what fuels me when I’m riding my Shimano
Pussy is what feeds me when I’m out of avocado
Adrian pussy is the reason how come rocky beat Apollo
And Drago!!
Track Name: Live & Breath
this just came to me
coolest calmest
the artist that you claim to be
ain't a statement or a phrase that y'all can say to me
not in the faintest, all you fakers sound the same to me
a line's the shortest distance between A & B
big up the misfits and the mystics that's the way to be
all existence where i spray the seed
quite a distance now that's something folks'll pay to see
keep my math shaped like a t
make it last or make me laugh and make like a tree
nothing in between
so if you sucking teeth
take a sec to reconsider what you thinkin 'fore you sinkin like a submarine
someplace i will not agree to keep you company
no losers in my lucid dream
keep it movin
not the first to think the tube was more amusing than the human beings
thank god for pbs
helena rubenstein
the difference between you and me
could fill the sun and earth, moon and sea
when I'm deceased
ride into the sky in ill bucket seats
every comfort, not a ducket squeezed
nothing cheap
stuck in fifth, lucky stiff, something sleek
front seat, yummy treat, chubby cheeks
nah mean
you know how it be
don't have me come and getcha
have to hit you with the high beams
oh mys, gollys
hawaiian lays and papaya trees
me and science are like siamese
i take a sec to change the frying grease
next one's a supersize and if i decide to look you in the eye then you can die in peace
in denim I'm the deadly venom with the iron feet
wired from the wine and cheese
i sit considering alliance wit the liars and cheats
without your love than what could i achieve
when it wanders that reminder puts my mind at ease
that's how i sleep and eat
that's how i live and breathe
Track Name: Wondering Why
Why you bring it up if it wasn't that great?
Why you wanna hate?
If she ain't game when you say hey why you wanna go on that date?
Why you eat that if you wanna lose weight?
Why you sit there if you got the whole train?
Why you wear those if you know it's gonna rain?
Why you want mine when you got your own plate?
Why you got rice knew you wanted lo mein?
Why you cop that when you know it's low grade?
Why you go pay when you knew it wasn't okay?
Why you make plans when you know you gonna flake?
Why you say gold when you know it's gold plate?
Why you facebooking all your flames?
Why you take tums 'stead of takin rolaids?
Why they ain't give Puerto Rico no aid
Yet this weekend is the Puerto Rican Day parade?
Hey

AS HOURS GO BY
I LOOK TO THE SKY
I'M WONDERING WHY

Why there ain't no more rap groups?
Why i don't know the real ways just back routes?
Why do little kids got tattoos?
Why do vegans act like meat taste like jackfruit?
Why do everybody got bad news?
Why do everybody wanna be bad dudes?
Why you on line for a pair of shoes?
Why is it so hard to find plain raw cashews?
Why are people so fickle?
Why do chicks get so strong when they being tickled?
Why do sandwiches have pickles?
Why do men have nipples?
Why do planes make me fart?
Why would i complain when i'm alive making art?
Why could lois never tell superman's clark?
Why did zack and slater never try to bang lark?
Tell me!

AS HOURS GO BY
I LOOK TO THE SKY
I'M WONDERING WHY
AS HOURS GO BY
I LOOK TO THE SKY
I'M WONDERING WHY

Why my mind so dirty?
Why i'm up late if i gotta wake early?
If nobody asked why you giving advice?
Why are folks embarrassed that they neighborhood nice?
If Thanos care about people so much why he ain't just snap his fingers and make twice as much stuff?
Why you keep looking when you know you can't touch?
Why you keep hooking up you know you have bumps?
Why you rep celebrities instead of friends?
Why they even make non peanut m&ms?
Why do children always say wanna make a bet?
Children don't have any bread
Why do people make the bed?
They just gonna mess it up later
Why don't anybody ever vote for ralph nader?
If Apollo landed why there wasn't no crater?
If Apollo landed why that shit seem so made up?

AS HOURS GO BY
I LOOK TO THE SKY
I'M WONDERING WHY
Track Name: Lookout (feat. Quelle Chris & Your Old Droog)
Boy Sand on the muthafuckin lookout
Beat was so ill that I had to take the hook out
Anytime I lost, recount there was a miscount
Anytime I floss, you could bet I got a discount
Two out every two sleeves I could pull the tricks out
Me I nail the routine also nail the dismount
Drop it in the tip jar I be taking tips out
Homies I don’t give a fuck
Ladies take your tits out
When I’m on the hill there isn’t any pitch count
I don’t give a fuck 'bout anything you bitch bout
Never in the big house, often in a chick blouse
Often get a chick mouth looking like a fish mouth
Afterwards I dick down
Other words I digged out
I could write a list down
Fantasies I lived out
After it done fizzled out
Some of them done flipped out
Shit I get a kick out
Shit that get em kicked out
Not the type of cat to beat a hoochie in the head
I don’t barely move except for coochie or for bread
On it like quicker picker upper on a mess
Back up in this muthafucka like I never left

Bet
please on deceased you could fuck with these
They love me long
longer than 2003s tees
Blacker than colored kids knees
Rock it then I’m out like every item on a golden crust menu but the cheese
Want all I can eat markie dee
I run em out the yard sharkie eek
What a guy gotta do to move his commas two to the east
And Sporting yabba doos on the beach
I’m balling Sydney d
You holla foul and reach like a snitch
Get that shit out my house son a bitch
You can’t be top spitter when you leech
suck
You in town and they don’t want you around
buck
Sound
burn ya real world to the ground
puck
I be making pounds while I’m lounging it’s nuttin
You either begging pardons or you cuttin
You either on the list or you discussing
Who’s listed
Rhyming since bodegas slanging mystics
Rhyming since the sega was a flex
Everybody coming at me talking bout they got the new prescription
all you bout hear from me is next
next

yall know who it is, grammy award winner
in the foreign, with a foreign, listening to foreigner
touring a new city nightly, rightfully i'm very paid
one feature had me ineligible for medicaid
don't work with bums for crumbs, i'm past that
Everyday you say today's your last day doing verses, tryna gas cats (loser)
only jacking the traction
cant believe you bmi the way yo ass cap
They used to play me like I’m Arab or Latin
Now white people wanna claim me like fast rap
and they tried to say droog was over
still getting dollas like alla pugacheva (who?)
model hoes in my palatial estate
24 hour chef on call we just ate
live good, give a damn bout what you got
It won’t ever compare to what droog, you fucking stugotz
It’s like a mansion to them little one bedroom spots
I’m above u like the dots on umlauts
If you fucked up then go see my doctor, you know my doctor, dr vinny boombatz
Track Name: Always
I found a place that you can’t touch
I found a high where I don’t come down
Carved my name wit a pocket knife
Stroll my lane
Comb my mane when it’s dark at night
I and I’s in the cosmos
Most
Beautiful I’s that I ever did see
That remains when my mark erased
Like a moth to a flame for the market rate
Wade in the tide
Times, not, willing to wait
But I just don’t care
Good afternoon
After yous
I deal in the absolutes
Exact as a science
One synapse at a time’s how I spend my whole life
It’s a spirit thing
It’s in here
It keeps me from hearing things
There’s not any match
There aren’t any maps
So I go my own way
Always

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