Mixed Tapes

by Wheelchair Sports Camp

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1.
Intro 01:34
2.
15 Steps 02:55
in 5-4 time signature from the miniature 3-2-1 now it’s time to get more immature we need read more literature they smell like vinegar war picketers can’t even show it anymore cus they’re sick of her black magic, but i’m wickeder dag nabit, fuck a bigoter bad habit is a hatchet man savaged tatted like a listener this ain’t Christopher Williams still some people need to feel some real shit, chill so we’ll heal some competing, beating, reading between the lines when i’m breathing rhymes leaving minds feening for the 2nd time since the screaming 9 8-7- sick shit this is cake bisquik tisket a tasket last maybe on the charts but i’m first on your list kid twist, kick, move, break, let’s get and groove shake give ready for the rude wake stay fly, live till it’s too late checking savings in a food bank leave lunch if you got the hunch that he might be a loose case it’s a moose race can’t ketchup flustered we want mustard, it’s a set up gots to get up, get out, get something hip-hop 15 steps then a shear drop 15’s pristine this means 14 is shortening lurking 13 overworking 12 hell hours spell yell when 11’s descending Ben 10 times 9 8 great lakes 7 levin 6 licks high 5 4 more 3D we be 2 Wu one
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Still Night 04:20
(the room is so pale and the night is so still you can’t begin to know all the things that i feel) (welcome to the next level) turn on the night light cus it’s bout to gets real dark in the right life that we living when the sun sets low energies at a height stop to question you might (what makes the mothafucker so damn fresh?) who knows, from paint fumes i’ll sleep when i’m dead ain’t nothin but a faint bruise already for the night ahead play my best while the rest buried their night in bed contrary to them I’m carried to die or ride instead or guide my threads w/ more style than ten men profiled in ten pens that couldn’t track my annotations or relent end of admiration Laminated my fate n animated animation (the room is so pale and the night is so still you can’t begin to know all the things that i feel) (break) (you can’t begin to know all the things that i feel) in the still of the night i find will more to write on a wall or a pad never steal form to bite less i steal from a mil than i will take it like it’s mine will fake it like i’m lyin will make it ill when i kill on the mic to rhyme time to shine my environment alkaline just a free fellow myka 9 reaching for gold dreams hike the mind waiting on the regular for some change like a dime drawing lines just completing the full circle to cycle trade in the hurtful for exciteful now life’s delightful with caliber close to rifle unsigned fame toppling trumps from trifles broke as a joke and it ain’t cus i paid dues i swear to jobs it must be the paint fumes shake it up shake it up wheat paste it up throw it up even if you have to make it up let’s see whose brave enough big time rak it up want beef in the streets girl you better back it up day time modest reclaim the territory my crew goes hardest regardless any fancy artist creatively harnessed top me not likely go ahead tho and try your darn darnedest arrested facing felonies for bombing on the wall legally wipe a whole country with one call that’s permanent mark no sand could blast back to peace in the east no land could last past The same way My rhymes long for my beats My H art forever belongs to the streets (it doesn’t matter if your gonna stay it doesn’t matter at all)
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i feel electric yet there’s self directed hectic bets that i’ll leave the microphone infected w/ a septic guess i’ve been accepted yes tomorrow don’t expect it less dissected into territories glory intercepted west put your phone down calm your sound and your erected get some smaller pumps don’t get me started your neglected dress needs corrective steps to calm the nerves turned collective mess reflected in your ruined movement faker than injected breasts (Acezi’s verse) i cant think of any reason why i’d some problems i don’t want no problems i don’t need no problems i can’t think of any reason why i’d want your problems too tired to solve one and i don’t need no problems i cant think of any reason why i’d some problems i don’t need your problems i don’t need her problems i can’t think of any reasons why id want some problems i don’t need no problems and we don’t need no problems (Acezi’s verse) should probably tell you where we’re coming i have to tell you itty bitty hello kitty there is no other city with as much or as pretty mile high above shitty disagree suck a titty misery’s company is humpin me tryin to take a mixtape and bump for free (Acezi’s verse) take 10 20 30 steps back take 50 if you have to we don’t play that count from 10 9 8 7 6 inhale quick before you bleak life slips count 11 12 13 sheep probably need more sleep right now you reek whores cheap and make my speak-ers weep I’m not affected, your tape's long ejected while i wrecked it learn the terms of the electric worm
5.
Cold Steel 03:48
yObama, my moma might be a little crazy but even she knows that the oil spill is wasting time of the prehistoric spine and it's lazy to sit back and blast the east to keep chasing peace keeps me pacing the future that we're facing drills though Alaska bet on polar bears racing they got us right where they want us heading for each others throat steady tote and that’s how they flaunt us telling generals and federals all alike that we're fed up incredible devised plans n nice get ups it's all a set up food for thought that’s not edible wack MC’s are on the move like a vegetable corrections need correcting on levels more than several cock back blaw killing never felt so got damn incredible go head and tell me how it feels when u get your record deal and u get your shiny wheels, wearing tiny heals u ain’t real i’m too cool for cold steal, too hot for oatmeal your sneak peaks weak like the old feel i ain’t a killa tho i’m still learning how to walk i’ll never be realer than J. Dilla bumping down the block abuse listeners, n glass lens, get rocked we independent splendid watch those rims get hawked here’s a song to sing along i never would have dropped if it wasn’t for donuts and a rough draft copped a hat to the back or the side slightly cocked locked to the pads till the heart-rate stopped a spirit found not lost the biggest bridge now crossed the most eminent goal to reach through the boombox at all costs from the land of the hard workin motor city bars lurkin right around the corner vacant homes and a large curtain not a lot of jobs certain they call it slum village play your cards right or catch a shot get robbed pillaged their ain’t a rhyme or reason health conditions unpleasing an MPC and wall of records life’s more appeasing with stress increasing even on dialysis he had the boom bap to send cats into paralysis no more analysis too tough of calluses amples of samples this is wonderland where Alice is down to the spinal chord where vinyl’s more when it’s spun leave em stunned like your staring at the barrel of my gun the battle’s just begun incurable diseases Go hard, live and die in LA with a legacy and credible thesis
6.
Sgt. Pep 02:24
i write for the cause with my paws and no regards for the laws that they wrote I'm too sharp for their clause too large for my bra too cole for the slaw u know how i roll I'm too soul for a flaw too sharp for the point im tryin to make and i'm too sharp for the stars thats crying n fake i got 9 rhymes on my waist and 22 lessons for the fine line behind signs signed do you reckon? while mine wasnt stepping, my mind was exception rewind to the time where we find all the questions expecting us to beat the recession and keep regressing every second distressing is testing sessions of aggressions professions got me guessing my college degree ain't hot enough for corporations wallets n cheese so mac please ronald donald waddle to another model follow to another planet vanish suckle on my knuckle sandwich got damnit i did it again i cudnt make through a song without breakin my pen it's been a hard days night you can't me buy me love or help and shot gun shells are still bad for your health I am she as you are he as you are me and we are all together see take me on a yellow submarine where walrus meets the eggman strapped with a revolver solved to pump him like a keg stand my waistband spans fully loaded with more chambers than shaolins crew wilin on self absorbent gangsters here's for all the pranksters with rubber soul's supported at otis reddings wedding steady rockin till deported
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credits

released March 10, 2011

Stevie Wonder, Peter Frampton, Radiohead, The Beastie Boys, Pretty Lights, J.Dilla, The Beatles, Nirvana, Kalyn, DJ B*Money, Link

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