Recorded
by DJ MF Shalem at:
Nicola’s Trattoria
(Keene, NH),
Carriage House
(Dublin, NH),
Yellow Clover
(Keene, NH)
All keyboards by
DJ MF Shalem
(except where noted).
All scratches by
DJ MF Shalem.
lyrics
7. LAZY You so fly/ What you go by?/ I’m a
multi-millionaire, yeah I thought so/ You so dry,
what you fall by?/ The wayside? Yeah I thought
so/ The core of your apple bottom is rotten/
You just got going, no sign of stopping/ Touch
that bubble till we get it popping/ Take stock
in the fans, they gonna give you options/ You
got that gift of sweet-talking/ You’re way into
a corporate office/ On the charts, good god,
you’re a rocket/ Too bad no one told you to
stop it/ You so high/ You smoke right?/ You
can miss me with that homie I’m straight/ You
so shy, but you a goldmine/ Nah, You don’t
understand they own every hit you make
(chorus)
Y’all lazy to the bones/ No good when you
are stoned/ No one ever taught you how to
rock a microphone/ Y’all lazy to the bones/
No good when you are stoned/ No one ever
taught you how to rock a microphone/
We’re just trying to cut some records, just
trying to have fun/ But you lazy all you
doing is that bare minimum/ I guess my
standards are too high/ I want my music so
fly, that it changed my mind/
It’s shame what the game has made you do/
Blame everybody else while you speaking
the truth/ Backstage your crew sounds like
the view/ Buzzed off the red bull and the
mountain dew/ But hey it’s all free, they
sponsor you/ Watch your mouth who you
think you’re talking to?/ Watch the press, yeah
right, I gotta keep my cool/ Money like this
will make you think it through/ Sitting on the
couch, trying to understand/ Why every rapper
out got a 10-step plan/ Steps 1-9 leave you
broke and blind/ But number 10 is a beast of
a different kind/ Kind of like a puppet, strung
up with duct tape and spray paint/ Looking
for the big break, from a suit or saint/ While
the dead demo, flies on the hook as bait/ A
devil in a 2 piece seals your fate/ You’re doing
great though/ Killing it so soon/ Why make
an album when you can just make itunes? Oh
no, bad news, the hard drive died/ Now we
got no proof you were ever alive/ My vinyl on
the wall is like a bar room brawl/ Feels good
when you break it out and see it strong/ Sorry
if this all of the sounds premeditated/ I waste
most of my freestyles being old and jaded/
But I am a product of the indie revolution/
mom and pop gave me the solution/ So it
makes me sick, when I see you twist your
hips/ On the tele, for somebody’s institution/ I
was there when Atmosphere took over/ When
Co Flow funcrushed your lives/ The day the
Jugganots saw those clear blue skies/ You
wouldn’t know those names/ Passing trains/
Hiphop didn’t died, it just went insane//
Now I visit it anytime I can, we talk about
our plans// To make it big one day and say,
at least we tried everything we could/ But
history shows, especially with flow, the talent
is misunderstood/ You so smart/ You got
so much heart/ What you go by?/ Emcee
waste my time/ Yeah I thought so, don’t it
always go/ Just like this when your money’s
involved/ You see what you saw, you want
it, and it’s gone/ From the song to wrong
to all the hits on your blogs/ I’m probably
overprotective/ If nothing I’m selective/ I got a
mind I speak on the record/ That’s something
you cannot question/ I appreciate when
good art is mentioned/ You’re slow, you’ve
been half stepping/ You’re a penny trying to
be Ben Franklin/ Hold your breath, your boat
is sanking/ You tried to iphone it in, but you
don’t have the bars/ I don’t need the fame
and fortune cause I’m large in my homies cars
(chorus)
Recorded
by DJ MF Shalem at:
Nicola’s Trattoria
(Keene, NH),
Carriage House
(Dublin, NH),
Yellow Clover
(Keene, NH)
All keyboards by
DJ MF Shalem
(except where noted).
All scratches by
DJ MF Shalem.
I'm not really sure why I slept on this album for so long. Oh that's right, I prefer the blue pill to the stark reality of our morally defunct society as presented in this brilliant piece of work. This album is a poignant combination of rage, desperation, and just enough hope to force my eyes open. Jay-Radd
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter
Sometimes you come across an artist that is compelled to do what they do.
I appreciate the musicality and the arrangement and the artistry of the songs. He sings and plays like his life depends on it. I appreciate the humanity of the lyrics… Like reading Tortilla Flats, or watching Nobody’s Fool.
Ceschi is a bright star. I’m glad he’s loose in the world. oldtruck