Verba Volant (9th Anniversary)

by rap legend Jesse Dangerously

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The second, and accidentally final, installment in Jesse's split-producer EP series! Beats are handled half by Timbuktu, and half by Fresh Kils. Uncle Fester did all the scratches.

Just like Inter Alia, Verba Volant features two remixed songs from Jesse's even earlier catalogue! Tim made "Celebrity Nudes" much funkier, and while Kils's treatment of "Get Fresh" shouldn't responsibly be referred to as "electro-crunk," it's about 900% more body-movin' than before.

The guests are a hoot - ginzu333 and Johnny Hardcore, Don Brownrigg and Rez Villain, Choke and Psybo and Timbuktu, and Wordburglar and Apt and More or Les - hell even Ottawa's Atherton sneaks in for a one-liner! Jesus there's a lot of guests for an EP.

What was I thinking.

I'm including all the instrumentals I have. Celebrity Nudes and Butchershop Quartet are missing because I've never had them. They've never been performed live!


released November 1, 2007

mixed & mastered by Dexter Doolittle
front cover illustration, interior illustration & layout by Peter Diamond
back cover painting by Kate Walchuk

paid for in part by a grant from Nova Scotia Culture & Tourism




rap legend Jesse Dangerously Ottawa, Ontario

Genuine Independent Rap Legend (GIRL)

member of Backburner crew

partially culpable for the nerdcore problem

"Sapphire meets Sappho meets Saafir meets Jonathan Saffron Foer;"
"not the Black Frank White, just the white Frank Black;"
"Wiz Khalifa meets Pat Califia;"
"like Buck 65 but faster and fat."
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Track Name: Aww Shucks
aww Shucks, you can buy my record for a
sawbuck and take it to your gathering or
potluck, to prove that you and your friends are
not ducks, since the Burner got the city
locked up, drunk on power like
rotgut, while your records leave the people
non-plussed, you know why you're not dope?
you're not us! We're giving suckers the heave like
shot-put, even if they got the latest
hot cut, you didn't think we had it in us?
you thought what? You're judging by the package, not the
product, underselling us just gets your
spot rushed! Keep your eyes front and your
jaw hushed! Believe me when I tell you that your
squad sucks, you know it in your craws and guts
Now watch us and don't choke on the sawdust!

The Burner's in the building.

Come stand in the shine of the burner to get a
Suntan, you're better off trying to tie your shoes with
One hand! Don't tell me that your stagnancy was
unplanned? You're so unlikeable it's like you
Shun fans! You're underhanded, like a
hundred grand wadded in a rubber band is
Uncle Sam got 'em brandished, I'm on the
run like one-armed bandits in a
gun fight, I switch it up like Malachite and
Kunzite, my favourite song by Alpha Flight is
Sunlight, my peoples doing shit I know it's
done right, even if The Source would give me
One Mic, that's all I need like Nas
To feed my cause with idolatry like gods
Me Tchaikovsky, you try to keep light off me
Meet my posse beneath the streetlight, softly

The Burner's in the building.

I know you all thought I was prob'ly gay
But my girl's on the job and she got me play
Herded mass traffic to the dot CA, you can't
Put a scratch on my tracks if you're not DJs
Hook up my RCAs and pass the Courvoisier
Thataway, keep your herbals, this ain't Parsley Days
Word to Andrea Dorfman, I'm not remotely anti-
Abortion, I twist my rhymes in fancy contortions
With Fancy supporting on the ones and twos
It brands me important plus it's fun to do
Render unto Caesar at the rendez-vous
Run the teaser of the preacher in his Sunday suit
One day you will believe in me and follow dreams
One day you will receive the key to all the cream
One day you will acheive the goal of higher stations
One day you will deceive the whole entire nation
Fuck that, they scoop it up and never give a
Buck back, they're bigger crooks than thugs who jack your
hubcaps, if they traded their TV shows for
Rucksacks, the cops would call them burglars and
Bust caps, instead of at kids who didn't do nothing but
was black, where's the justice at then?
It's gut-wracking, man, fuck this rapping, it's
just distracting us from what's happening
Track Name: Celebrity Nudes (Tim Skin Moon Mix)
Tattered, ragged with vicious bruises
Trying to appease the capricious muses
Flying trapeze, excuses excuses
The type of guy you want nothing to do with
"Who's this unfortunate cluttering up the hallway?"
(Someone Christ, King of the Jews) "Yeah, that's what they all say!"
They all say, "Jesse," but they really can't see me
Since I got a little fame like Billy Danzini
One ring for Batman, one ring to RUN TINGS
One ring for fronting or flossing or something
I'm the unreliable, lovable laugh riot
You claim you got wits? I admit you're half right
Weedsmoker, living la vida loca, you're mediocre
Thuggin' karaoke Vivid Video curmudgeon
Sergeant to the corporal punishment, punk, I'm brandishing
Brand X blandishments. Complaints? Take it to management,
Dink. I write my rhymes in vanishing ink
On a medium that's flammable, I'm a manacled animal
Mandibles gnashing, my passion's understandable
Instinctive action, smashing like a cannonball
To the hundred and Nth degree, plus the fears
Play tricks on your perception when you fence the three musketeers
Hence if we formed like Constructicons and Insecticons
We'd be like snakes to Ireland, raining destrucion on the leprechauns
Instructions for the clever pawns on how to overthrow the rooks
And bishops using techniques that geniuses would overlook
I know the crooked path and I pervert it for the cause of good
My will is stainless steel while conventions and laws are wood
And sometimes necessity is the mother of ax blades and flak jackets
For fat rabbits in fast raising tax brackets
Sabbath, Black Sabbath, my abacus computes
Mathematical roots for all you fatuous galoots

Superman, Batman, Spiderman
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Coming original, I send a hot signal to the sonogram
Old school DOS box, flossing with a ton of RAM
Handkerchief monogrammed, monacled eyepiece
Baby grand piano if I wanna tickle the ivories
No political diatribes/dissertations, academia WHAT!
We're the Royal Macadamia Nuts!
You want zany? That's us! I must proceed and continue
I sold out, by which I mean I filled every seat in the venue
Nothing to eat on the menu so I synthesize recipes
Winterized tires, you'll never get the best of me
Jesse D, A N G E R O U S L and sometimes
Y... lamping in the sunshine to unwind
I... am imaginary, actually magical
Casually, I manifest the fantastical
STAR! I behave in a famous way
And rep for Backburner, even though the name is gay
(What a thing to say!) Such a shameless play
For controversial commercial success in a painless way
My other band's rehearsal cassettes went double platinum
Flying off the shelves so fast the stores had trouble trackin'em!
Back in um... (effect?) effect, thanks! Where
Would I be without my friends? I draw a lot of blank stares!
We aren't gangst-airs, we're just twenty-somethings
Who grew up on rap and won't tolerate any fronting
Moth to the flame, I came up in the Maritimes
Y'all shift the blame, I shift the paradigms
Of Saracen science, when you parrot it's embarrassing
Pearls before swine, horse before the carriage
No fair, it's like using the rod before the carrot
I'm sorry if I'm seeing the flaws before the merits
I'm not so sure Americans can overcome soda pop
You'll never be huge, so go photoshop celebrity nudes!
Track Name: So! Much! Fun! (Unh!)
Unh! We're gonna have so much fun!
You and me gonna have so much fun!

Unh! I know it's hard right now, but
You and me gonna have so much fun!
I know the hurt runs deep but
You and me gonna have so much fun!

Yeah, you and I are headed on the right track
We're adrift, gears shift, we fight back tears
Lift black veils of clouds part oceans of
Dark water. Hard rocks totter; we're heart broken
Charred, smoking wreckages of past lives behind us
For purity rank us minus; Security blanket Linus.
The worries can't confine us to the surface, we stand behind us
They're certain we can't combine? Too bad! They're perfectly bats with blindness.
Asinine assassins try and blast us just to pass the time
Charged with crimes of passion I'm a target you: your ass is mine!
Laugh lines drawn in the sand, we're getting on with the plan
You be my second in command unless you wanna demand
The starring role in our control tower. Give me a
Cold shower. What kinda power we got? Soul power!
No now or nevers, nah, we're too clever to sever ties
We soldier on, semper phi, we'll never die, the road we're on to
Better times ...

Unh! We're gonna have so much fun!
You and me gonna have so much fun!

And yo, what's done is done, we can't reverse fate
Roll back birthdays and search for the perfect first date
I'm straight, you're straight, we're straight as an arrow
But never narrow, together to weather peril and pleasure. Careful
Measure must be taken, we're lusty, brazen and plus free agents of
Such amazing substance we must be made a fuss of
My busty babe is tough, I had a crush from day one
Raving is faint praise and frankly I ain't misbehavin'
Patiently waiting for vacancy, taking a break and seeing
For the sake of me and you, you could say it's convenient
They can be engaging reasons making me impatient, speak and
State your grievance, even if it's major league I stay believing THAT

We're gonna have so. much. fun!
Track Name: Verba Volant (You Listen Too Slow) feat. Johnny Hardcore & ginzuintriplicate
Johnny Hardcore:
Radio! Cocksuckers never play me!
Want me to dumb it down and club it up and pay a fee
What's up? What the fuck you say to me?
You're like Funkmaster Flex but I know them punks cash them cheques
But so did every other chump before he reached his apex
Hey, let's stop being trendy!
Ain't safe like sex with latex when you offend me
I break necks with chin-checks, correctly
What you expect? I ain't friendly or hating dude
Rip the head off of Satan and I throw it at you
I know you do what you do 'cause you don't know no better
You were dope when thought lesser now you're hot it's like whatever
Used to be a mad rapper, enough! I've had with that matter.
So I'm staying neutral and praying somebody shoots you
(Woo!) ... I didn't mean it how it sounded
But if you disappeared, I wouldn't care if they found shit
You can't break something that's broken you ain't down kid
Like Quake getting caught smoking, I'm grounded
Jesse D, Ginzu and me: a Triple Threat
And between you and me, we ain't simple like the Dipset!
And soon you'll see that I ain't said shit yet
But when I do, my man, you'll respond by raising your hand
I'm taking a stand, writing about it like Stephen King
You're a fan like Stan, but that ain't even the thing
You ain't the Lord of the Rings, you're the Lord of the Flies
Tears seep from your eyes when on the beach I arrive
And you don't drop pro 'cause you're missing the flow
You think we're rocking too fast? I think you listen too slow!
If you're dissing like a ho, don't have to say, "I told you so"
We boldly go where you can't hold me low, homie, so
With no cash I got it going on
I don't even hate on those who hate me, I got Class on

Jesse D:
In a PUMA sweat alphabet, I AMP U UP, MA!
That's corny, sorry, but check my back story
In all my morning glory, I address the adoring hordes
I never met a chick who was too boring for me
Sororities sworn to secrecy swarm to sleep with me
I couldn't scorn them easily if I'd been born as recently
As yesterday. I get away with bullshit in my resumé, then
Step in the indian burial ground with grave reservations
Condescend from a raised elevation
On the mend from a crazed celebration
Dazed and amazed from the ways that I slays fools
Vibrator tongue and a mic made in Playskool
Hey Jude, I'm a make it bad as I can stand it
Stay cool, I'm raising up my status like a bandit
Grab a mic and slam it right 'cause that is my commandment
God dammit, the man is hard as malachite and granite
I had to find a planet that can handle the plan I have in mind
Radical stance to to stand behind, that'll be fine, oh man I'm divine
Capital crime, bind the criminal, I'm the digital mastermind
Bastards whine behind your backs and slash with a cynical ax to grind
I'm a bury the hatchet with the bad shit in the back yard
Gone with the wind and forgotten without a monument or placard
Rap started off as part of the art of forgotten tribes
Fast cars stock a high stack of sarcophagi
Walking by the office, I would often find a spot to hide in
With a hot girl who thought my thoughts and writing were nothing if not exciting
Modern enlightened thought might have got me off the charges brought and tried
If I was not as cute as the prosecutor or quite such an awesome guy
Lost in my philosophizing, it's not surprising I'm also nice and
Rock the mic so flawless, yeah I got some pride
And prejudice. I might have mentioned this type of hype
is my invention, kids, the sensitive fistfight device!

Yo, controlled logic; I'm all ones and zeroes on players
Eat up the ghosts and leave the dots in the mazes
With my ocular lenses and mutant pet centipedes
Effin' amazing describes sixty percent of me
Press out buttons in sequences like vivisection
Suckers get left into pieces... rippin necks oh
Messin' with genetical histories
Change you from humans to simians, chimpanzees, baboons
Don't call it a comeback when I sit in my
Four-cornered room and stab your pictures with thumbtacks
I drink a horrible mixture of rum, Jack Daniels
Superpower: transform into a bum
Backwards in my aluminum Batmobile
Smack the spit out your mouth, manouevre asteroid fields
I ain't maybe, I'm definitely.
Hugh Hefner said he got jealous respect for me
Out of your element like pagans in Mecca be
Best be takin echinacea daily for leprosy
Unh, you pick on girls like Hordak! You fuckin' herb!
I got a two-by-four, my friends are trucker nerds!
Fendin' off the honeys [that] wanna marry me? No, man.
They jump to their deaths for me like the bad guy in Conan!
The monster from Krull, defeated easily
The Last Starfighter, that bastard cheated illegally
Trophies on my wall: bears, lions and minotaurs
The heads of animals, celebrities, dinosaurs
And you can audition to be us
Pull the truth out your mouth like confessions to priestses
When the industry's rigged like presidential elections
We keep it stuck in your throat like Streptococcus infections
Step with a mop and a bucket (WATER!) let's mix it up
I'll take down Optimus Prime with my fisticuffs
Track Name: Get Fresh (Kils's Electro Crunk Embellishment)
From Babylon through Camelot to Avalon, the Battlebot
Busting out styles from the krush groove catalogue
Idiomatic king of all things radical
Up on it like static cling, fresh mode grammatical
Hardcore furious, game tight and affable
Soundclash bombastic, downright laughable
Baltimore, apple core, who's your best friend y'all?
Shopping for shoes at the West End Mall
Hallmark Sentinel, mental hysteria
Bad rap, hotter than Central America
Gentle of character, vicious vocabulary
Nice guy but a bitch of an adversary
Any means necessary, limited time offer
Only while supplies last, internet crime stopper
Spiderman spinneret itinerant webcrawler
Of general interest, inveterate yesh y'aller
With a fist full of dollars and nonsense
Willing and able from the table of contents
Through to the epilogue and any appendices
MCs never see my friendlier tendencies
Nice guy but a stinker of an enemy
Known to be the number one thinker of the century
Ego will eventually eclipse every orbiting
Satellite. Good call, forfeiting the battle!
Mic Controller, star-studded Granola bar
Red-blooded rappin' duke, steering by the polar star
Heavy metal Meadowlark Lemmon meringue pie
Hollowed-out pride, just an all-around strange guy
Followed outside of the petshop by kittens
No kidding, ciphers get pissed off by my writtens
Freestyle swimrace, coming in last place
Newborn babies give you the gasface
Zu! Zu zu zu! Zu-zu-zu-zu!
Trim the mustache, get plenty of bed rest
There is but one law and the whole of it shall be GET FRESH

I've been
Stylized five miles high with wild eyes
Suggest that I'm not fresh and I'll cry!
Sensitive modern man waterboy wondergirl
Part Lynn Thigpen, part kingpin of the underworld
Thinking of a master plan with sweaty palms
Landcruisers can't lose the man who's already gone
Steady on, champ, keep your eye on trophies
I run with a hundred percent Hawai'ian Sophies
And another thing, my posse's on Gottingen, rapping
Flexing and flossing, there's a lot that can happen
Guardian devout, but there's a ghost that haunts you
It's a party in my mouth, and I'll cry if I want to!
One, two, cheque please! Pimp of the nation
Wizard of Idioteque; Improvisation
This simple dictation runs roughshod over your steno pad
Nice guy but a godfather in Leningrad
I'm able to rock the mic viciously 'cause
I'm Bulletproof, the way Thom Yorke (Wishes He Was)
Jesse never squishes bugs, but insects hide
Nonetheless because he's Fezzik from the Princess Bride
The Friendly Giant, my theme song employs recorders
With patience, my rap destroys the borders of nations
Interactive insurrection, brake at the intersection
Given to introspection and keeping it interesting
Like it's going out of style and the fact is, it seems to be
No-one really understands what it means to me
It's not that I hate or am anti-rap
It's just that most rappers are wack and I stand by that
And the fact we all flip when we hear some dudes are cool
or interesting, that's the exception that proves the rule
New school wreck shop class clown home study
Well versed scholar and I rap like nobody
Hell's worst holler can't strain my vocal cords
High school loser but a baller on the local boards
Lord Rhythm, sporting traditional headdress
I've got my mission and you can't tell me it isn't to get FRESH.
Track Name: Butchershop Quartet feat. Chokeules, Timbuktu, and Psybo
Well this is it, everything I've ever dreamed of
A team of fresh MCs about to clean up
You've probably seen us up in the mix
We got a couple of tricks for Dos-double-oh-six
Turn rubble to bricks, bricks into brick roads
A picture of a thousand words is worth a shitload
Heads know it's not my habit to boast
But they might have to build a tunnel just to traffic this dope
What's the matter with Choke? Potent resource untapped
I love rap the way that some rappers love hubcaps
Call it a comeback, I leave and return
Knowledge and fun facts I need to get learned
Our duty to speak about the truly unique
Is why we've done more cuts than a beauty boutique
A butchershop quartet, beyond compare
Spitting game through your speakers, play along from there!

Deserve Academy Awards like Phillip Seymour
Get at 'em, leave 'em gored like a hapless matador
All aboard, pick a category, I'm the carnivore
and I matter more, let's go faster on this Matterhorn
I'm no Paduwan, still get your catalogue, I had 'em all
Slaughtered in the splatterhouse: Toolshed Abbatoir
Bonanza for the man who loves smackin' average amateurs
Canada's nomadic apparition like I'm Dracula
This Chupacabra or Chewie Chewbaccaa
Chewing off of your esophagus like corn on the cob
Hopped up on this product like I'm hocking narcotics
Synonymous with obviously rocking the hardest
Still modest, Living La Vida Tim Wallace
A leader, get to frolic with Alchoholics Anonymous
Arriba! Leave you like I'm Speedy Gonzales
Chokin' off on my exhaust, pissed-off and unacknowledged!

Christening the winter months with blue blood from dinner hunts
I catch a track and ravage that until the innards crunch
Instead of bitter slumps, we switch to sicker stunts
And kick the shit out of ambivalence, when we give 'er some we git 'er done
Like a direct hit liver punch, exactly what a sinner wants and the inner innocence
One too many meridians way beyond the maximum, all at once
We come crashing down something spectacular!
What's that you've been passing off? Bastardizing Hasselhoff?
Actual results I sabotage in my catalogue
Downright immaculate vernacular's how we set the bar
Ground out electric currents that could kill a horse
Don't count on no scrilla, just a pen in the forest
I'm a pounce on this thriller like a ravenous wolf
If you bounce to this rhythm like a pendulum ball
You can count on the next one making necks as sore!

Jesse D:
Here's a tip - I'm too big in the crazy fun department
For you to give me the slip or any other lady's undergarment
From pantyraids in 80's slumber parties to present day
I saw them play and frolic in what I thought was a pleasant way
And got away with knowledge I probably oughtn't cop to possessing
Not when I'm awesome and hot to death and especially fresh when I've caught my breath
All of you'd better have caught the message, I'm not gonna offer a false impression
I've got the blessing to rock the session with artifacts like a loss compression
Toss professionalism aside, the rhythm I ride is interdimensional
If your position just isn't defensible, your imposition is infinitesimal
Vegetable intellect, said with full disrespect intended
So if you get offended, a second of intense reflection is recommended.
Yes, my friend, I said it and meant it. No, I won't pretend to regret it in a minute.
We're in the building, where are your children? Mister Wilson! Dennis the Menace!
Doctor, make it all better with medicine! Not gonna take it, just let it replenish and
What could be better than Jess with the Shed again? Cutting a record and getting the Benjamins!
Track Name: The Day's Arc feat. Rez Villain & Don Brownrigg
Don Brownrigg:
All the ends rhyme and these words show
I'm a sign of the times and I'll let you know
To keep your head high and hands low
Your eyes to the prize and feet on the go

Jesse D:
You kids look, you were made in America by
Two bit crooks with a shave and a haircut
Stupid schnooks wanna brag in hysterics but
Soon this book will be pages and paragraphs
Long, tear a rap song out of the final chapter
This is not Spinal Tap, for I'm a rapper
My alacrity has to be shown in time lapse
I rhyme fast and actually half you can't see where I'm at
Mind the gap, for I'm a mastermind behind
Disasters like wine and gas combined
Diamonds that's been mined all cast a shine but
Half the time, you'll find that buying them has a fine
Attached in the form of a body count, keep an
Eye on the past and put your heart in your mouth
I'm starting you out with easy ones, believe me son
You'll be as puzzled as me when we get done
It's troubling me when I'm hustling CDs
And customers see me like I must have been greedy
Like what, is it up to me to keep the production cheap?
Stay stuck and weep with frustration while you fucking sleep?
It ain't nothing sweet.
Trust me, I don't make enough to eat
I been cuttin' a swath while you been cuttin' teeth
Tongue in cheek, now I'm cuttin' you off while my
Cousins speak from the cape to the rock to the
Lawrencetown Beach. Put the tape in the box and the
Boring sounds leak out, pouring like bleach on your
Favourite socks, lemme take a walk around the
Block to clear my thoughts and break patterns
Concentrate, stop and contemplate, gather
Strength to walk away and not complicate

Don Brownrigg:
In the day's arc or the night's loop
With the sun's sword or the star's fights troops
Coming 'round again killing residents
A minion's president to lord it over them

Rez Villain:
First and foremost, thank you, God
Never answered my prayers, I don't need your help.
I lost hope and then I dealt,
Allowing me to believe in myself
And you feel the same, but you won't admit it
Create change and you'll make a difference
Even when it feels like no-one's listening
Stand your ground, hold your position
Whatever you think, you can make it happen
It's not a big "Secret", it's the laws of attraction
Negative thoughts breed wrong reaction
Positive ones bring satisfaction
Now that you know this, kill with intentions
Use your mind, it could use the attention
Live by your word, die by the sentence
Find who you are, make that connection
Find direction, never second guessing
Judge no-one on a first impression
That's impressive, pure progression
Let's move on to a higher lesson
Soak it all up, the brain is a sponge
Guide your thoughts to bring abundance
Dig in your mind like a package of Fun-Dip
Learn to walk, then start runnin'
Ignorance is bliss, knowledge is gift
It's your choice to stand or sit
Decisions, decisions, I can't handle it.

Don Brownrigg:
All the ends rhyme and these words show
I'm a sign of the times and I'll let you know
To keep your head high and hands low
Your eyes to the prize and feet on the go
In the day's arc or the night's loop
With the sun's sword or the star's fights troops
Coming 'round again killing residents
A minion's president to lord it over them
Track Name: Naming Names
Here I go ah here I go ah here I go again!
I'm naming names just so they can hear I call 'em friend!
Here I go, here I go, here I go again!
Rhymes getting doper from the time that I spend!

Ginzu, 'Buktu, Hardcore, Thesis!
Of all the cats I creep with I'm down with you the deepest.
Rockefort Loopfrog, can you keep a secret?
Anyone who fronts on you can eat shit, believe it.
Bizzy, SJ, call me an elitist
But you two are why our crew could achieve the highest
Reaches; scooby doo. I believe this to be true
The Burner is truly huge, and booty crews are booing us
But won't say boo to us, who amongst the scum could test us?
Big up Uncle Fester the drum collector and funk molestor
Drunken boxer, Dexter is none the less ill
When the blood gets spilled don't run to Fresh Kils
Who said Toolshed wouldn't leave the fools dead?
You'd better hope to rival the rhymes of Choke and Psybo
Open bibles and sing a psalm for sudden calm, what could go
Wrong? I rest my finger on buttons to bomb suckers!
Hip hop disc jocks cuttin' it up swift,
Backburner Posse ain't nothing to fuck with!
Stuck in a rut, kid? Blow your nose in a hanky
I know the dopest flower that no-one knows and it's Frankie
De-luxe, chocolate chips, don't be a greedy guts
My rocketship's dropping apocalypse now: redux
Turn the heat up til we burn the street up
Really though, yo! you want to get with it? Here we go!

Here I go ah here I go ah here I go again!
I'm naming names just so they can hear I call 'em friend!
Here I go! Here I go! Here I go again!
Rhymes getting doper from the time that I spend!

Since Cal vacated his place by the L.C.
We never see his face like Ramellzee
Rest in peace to L.B., the kid helped me keep my
Attitude healthy which filled me with gratitude
And there'll be a part of me that always can smile
About when Deza ran wild with handstyles for his man Kyle
Party Time fanned out and covered the peninsula
And for a little while, brothers stopped being so insular
Kindness came in random acts, tributes were planned and scrapped
Abandoned after all because we felt like our hands were strapped
I'm a fan of Apt and altogether fond of Kimber
Not Jem's sister, Josh's brother, come on, remember?
Man listen, it's a long transition
But we could all take a tip from blond Ambition
And build our bets with elder vets and heads still in a stroller
Backburner's for the children, word to Rez Villain and Lola
Hold the phone, I'm rolling up with solo acts from Hamilton
Like Mayor McCA, BA Johnston and Wax Mannequin
I'm adamant, euphoric, in orbit like a sattelite
With Fax4, Half Life, Squaretown and Alpha Flight
CTG, PRD, KSK, Dead Beats and Universal
Soul, I try to see us all as units of a whole.
Shooting past the goal, my city, province and nation are hotbeds
With that said, you're sure to see that courtesy is not dead.

Here I go ah here I go ah here I go again!
I'm naming names just so they can hear I call 'em friend!
Here I go! Here I go! Here I go again!
Rhymes getting doper from the time that I spend!

Now that's dedicated, so copasetic that it
Made it so that credit goes to Soso and Epic
You want it? Go and get it, climb the ramparts
Put your faith in it like mine is in my man Heartz
Spread the rumours, rock with Kassy and Lunar
I'm proud of you and you're basically Jesse D, Jr.
Who in their right mind wants to lead a life like mine?
Kids who feel light shine when they write rhymes!
Fool, please. You'll be truly schooled each
And every time you endeavour to get clever with Kool Krys
Ooowee, you want a try some lame move?
Get punched out by Kelly repping Dice Champagne crew!
Praise due to Cosmo, surely none is finer
He'll serve you on the decks like he'll serve me in the diner
Right across from the Khyber where Krista used slang booze
While crews would hang loose and watch eachother paying dues
Gordski, Drunc Ness, Jorun and Bastid spun there
And when it shut down it felt SO UNFAIR
One way or another, even if you're unaware of him
Scott Da Ros had 'em all, it's unamerican
EMC, Andrew G and Dave P bravely rhymed
And there's a lot of Dave P's so that saves me time
I can't legally rap without a permit for a fire
And if you say I don't get down with Hermit, you're a liar!
Awww shucks, it's got to be either that or you've gone
Nuts and written off society like Jon
Hut, the wrong person to wrestle with
Is Flexxman - half rapper, half messerschmidt.
Don't you believe the lie that I only hate
I won't debate that I decry cloned remakes and phony fakes
But don't sniff and cry if this is corny to say
I live and die in my pride for moves that my homies
Track Name: Safe No More feat. Wordburglar, Apt, and More or Les
They got my style on file like a floppy disk
'Cause I be bringing the ruckus like a lobby full of lobbyists
"You got a lotta moxie, kid" Yeah, but my pops? He wished
That I took a hockey stick and did what Sidney Crosby did
Huh... I guess I kinda did the opposite
Concoct some modern hits that don't really see a lot of quid
"Yeah, but look at all the props you get!" "You know it's really awesome shit."
Yeah, except it don't exactly make my wallet thick
And there's a wall of shit it seems I've always gotta squabble with
Every time I flop my lips or drop some wicked awful licks
So I eat a lot of chocolate and dream of boffing model chicks
While reading comics with the first appearance of Apocalypse
And this cut is posse, it's all of us composited
A comedic conglomerate so bomb, it makes my noggin thick
So thank God I thought of it, sit back and nod a bit
It ain't safe no more, I be rockin' anonymous

They say it ain't safe no more so lock your doors up
Broken glass everywhere so get them boards up
And find more stuff to build a big window barricade
My life, my life's not quite like my parents' days
I make beats and rap both, one of the best at it
While the closest you've been to a lab is getting stabbed by a meth addict
And that ain't nothing to fuck with. PLO style W, man
Mister, ever since I was a child
This is dedicated to those who have a flow habit/hobby
And for no reason think that they're pro at it, oddly
Plans to get on wax now, thinking you're a fly god
Never even played as many gigs as your iPod!
So rap like a fucking asshole behind your advance and chase funds
While government thugs chase guns and victims stay young since day one
Boxing Day PM making your weekend sour
Where they shop 'til they drop, with the plane in the tower.

They say it ain't safe no more - whatever, cuz!
It never was. I seen you greasing your clippers to get a buzz
My level set above the aggregate, I love to aggravate
I'm picking up your girl for either eating out or take-away
Make your play or stay complacent, Amazing Grace
Wait'll I make arrangements, I'm fatal, you're placed adjacent to waste
Ready to get picked up in dustbins, kicked up a fuss when
The kid got sick of discussions and rushed in.
What you wanna do? Nuthin'.
Cry me a river like I'm the new Justin
Buy me some dinner and try to win my trust, then
Hide the slight adjustments of a liar when he's hustlin'
Biters? I crush them! Bust them in the chops!
I won't provide them sustenance, I'm not the guy to tussle with
You kids are like dust in a gust of wind; blow me.
You must've been only here for us to win, homie
Once again I ran out of rappers to smash, I need more
So bus 'em in and hand out a capital tax on resources
Sadsack, act like a ass, I call you Eeyore
Crawl before you walk, yo what you wanna fuck with me for?
Three-fourths of MCs swore they'd make me poor
I offered them the option to flee for their reward
Fourth quarter, I shipped to CD stores
And now they say it ain't safe no more!

More Or Les:
Kids, hold onto your hats whether tops or jims
In a world where I'm not convinced
That I'm a get anything that I'm promised on a TV screen
I'm trying to make my dreams real life scenes
Pressure's on and I'm trying not to lose my steam
But you know how it gets sometimes, when you get so blind
To your own abilities you can't see what you offer
My insecurities follow me like a stalker
I don't want it behind me (nope)
Better to put pain beside me is what they say
That's why I've got a picture on my shoulder of rappers I
Hate Factory in full effect, had to be what you neglect
That inspires me. That's either irony or a guarantee to poverty
Until the piracy of samples beats the lottery
And if you follow me, you know safety's just a luxury
That's why I'm on a beat, because risk taking is thuggery

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