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released March 1, 2010

Kalyn - MC/Beats
Abi McGaha Miller - Sax/Vocals
DJ Whitelabel - Cuts

recorded & mixed by Kalyn
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Track Name: Wedontwana
Chorus:
we don't wana go to sleep to early
and we dont wana go to war thats for surely
we don't wana vote for moe or curly
unless we detest dont let ur chest press burly

try to injest this i will not accept this
reckless routine that were all forced in between
cant god hear me? aw forget it
i know ur made up and i probably shouldnt said it
you'd have my voice if i let it but i got the choice
to regret it and i most likely wont
so dont try to tell me that you cant help
im way too small to hold the world by my damn self
hands melt when i grab the mic this tightly
land sell 1st i dnt take so lightly
fiesty yes but sheisty no
i drown out the news n take high speeds slow
they care about the convicts more than our kids
close schools gentrify the place we once lived
it must give, hear the cries of the voiceless
slow mo i flow so pro choices

we're the rolling stones but rock a little harder
we're the wolfgang to bang but way smarter
cool like coltrane and getting hotter
got love for kids like trick and clean water

Chorus
Track Name: I Smell Funk
here's some logic let me drop bones on your noggin
my tools are too pro for fools when im rocking
jaws im dropping, like drawers on a Sargent
cant stop, we wont til the troops stop marchin
so get live-er than im ableton-ight
and cue the bass for the funk cus the rythm is tight
what?
get live-er than im ableton-ight
and cue the bass for the funk cuss the rythm is tight


theres a table to the left
a table to the right
a fader in the middle finger
we dont wana fight
i got my headphones on let em walk right past me
best rapper u last seen the kids ask me

the kids ask me
Are you done mixing yet?
they say I mix too much, but i don't mix enough
are you done mixing yet?
got my headphones let em walk right past me
are you done mixing yet?

listen in quick the next words pivotal
my sample rates top direct stream digital
lo-fi sound doesnt have to mean pitiful
with dynamic range dont lean too limital
automate to dominate, I equalize
heavy weight champ, shit, water weight fecalize
legalize green longitudinal time code
104 degrees west, best in the rhyme mode
pulsate shake move clap now jitter
displace randomized noise add dither
process analyzed quantized litter
got 16 plus? want beats? come hither

pulsate shake move clap now jitter
displace randomized noise add dither
process analyzed quantized litter
got 16 plus? want beats? come hither


Are you done mixing yet?
they say I mix too much, but i don't mix enough
are you done mixing yet?
got my headphones let em walk right past me
are you done mixing yet?

i don't need 5 mics, when i got 5 pins
for my MIDI private license
I'm just an analog girl in a digital world
turning flat waves dead to inhibit a curl
you ought to give it a whirl
give me adequate headroom
9 decibels full scale up in the bedroom
they're bossy and lossy, I'm lossless
convert to dirt, but I'm sure that they can't signal process
spicy, pan to the left or the right see
distort artifacts refers to aliasing
contour lines read mine much louder
need a 48 volt, to holt my phantom power
be the first to get yourself a free sandwich
know another flow with this wide of bandwidth
those that suppose radio's in these days
oscillate off the globe radians out of phase
those that suppose radio's in these days
oscillate off the glob radians out of phase (repeat to fade out)
Track Name: Madd
Chorus:
i hate to say goodbye but i have to
i hope you keep our memories to last you
i hold on to everything we had
good and the bad happy and sad
i wana say one thing but it's too late
besides all that i gota new date
it's hard to let go and change
but when the beat drops this is public domain

intellectual property stoppin me
from copying so im lobbying
sampling on two wheels of steel
wobbling dj bleed cut real
tough deal tough term to swallow
property implies scarcity follows
how can ideas be scarce tomorrow
if we can share our works and borrow
crooks take our books away
and look how the walls are sprayed
everyday over artistic expressions
gifted weapons shifted lessons
lifted by a free culture
would u pay for ur eyes to see sculptures?
might as well if u pay for ur health
if u cant let it go keep that shit to yourself!

chorus

i share peer to peer
smiles ear to ear
cus i know we're all here to hear
we don't fear the near
we should fear the man
fear the outcomes for those who don't fear their plan
yes we can i know it
it's almost here i feel it
if you can't afford music or food steal it
it's yours to keep forever, have
everyone here is mad

now break

Chorus

Everyone here is mad
everyone here is queer and perfectly glad
repeat
Track Name: Party Song
hold up stop there, let me wax it like you got hair
the cleanest most meanest emcee list to beat it since roc wear
rob like its not fair shake it bunny hop hare
gamble like a scrambled egg and drop it like a stock share
call me if there's not stairs im tryna get my party on
and blaze the herbal essence reminisce like marley's gone
this is my party song and these are my party pants
maybe if ur lucky i will show u my bacardi dance
dont stop get it get it
rock let the midget hit it
cops on my jock make em cough
cus im sicker with it
dont stop get it get it
rock let the midget hit it
hip hop's flop mocked shocked that im still committed


Chorus:
party
and bullshit
and party
and bullshit
and party party party party



we dont even have a reason
to get dressed or jobs this season
thats why we're not owners leasing
i should give up, naw I'm teasing
we don't even have a reason
to get get dressed or jobs this season
thats why I'll be steady breathin fresssh
while you're little wheezin
im with stephen and we're hawking our hair
we're in middle of the break circle lockin our chair
cus in this brief history of time, quantum gravity is mine
I eat a mic with relativity and dystrophy to spine
outa line sometimes, but im fine mostly
dont let me catch you parked to my minivan too closely
crip life tatted on my stomach getting toasty
I'm from the place where we got the most without coast B!
stylized, idolized, the party starts when i arrive
throw ur hands up, my oh my, you think you're blazed? try mile hi
down with corporate lies i'll be free till my demise
guess we'll have to do it medically before they legalize

Chorus:
party
and bullshit
and party
and bullshit
and party party party party

(stephen hawking quotes)
Track Name: Daughter's 1st Diss Track
another late night recipe
try to find a lesser me
yes it be the hottest on the streets of the sesame
i guess wrestling me wouldnt be hard
if i didn't eat spinach and this mic couldnt reach far
i eat bars like i eat stars and i wont sleep on a beat
till i reach mars pause
find a better diss track to get back your lips smack
on the floor chapped a mishap
i sick back for a minute to finish another 16 lines
to make a lemon diminish i rip these rhymes
give these dimes a quarter to play
cus if i win most likely hit the border today A
B C D i don't mess with E
I don't mess with rapper's with two p's
there's now 2 shoes i dont want to be in
so don't fuck with this m that you aint even seeing!

reach one to teach one
cant lead a march with the sound of a weak drum
reach one to teach one
u couldnt stand a day let alone a for week huh
i reach one to teach one
u cant lead a march with the sound of ur week hum
reach one to teach one
bringing power back to the people power to impeach one

take a shower cus u stink
scour back extint
i can't even think bout the minks cus im on the brink
you've never found ur missing link like a broken chain
hoping sane comes the day u aint busy smokin brain
theres no hope for change so i had to set it straight
how you gonna grow up when u cant even cultivate
holt stop it while i rock it pay attention
process im the tip of the toppest
rhymes big as lockness try top this
i dont think so u put on a stink show
way too emo for me el primo
aint half what you outta be now finismo
so great that i gotta enough flow to fill a lake no mistake
all i need is one take
i'm a smooth operator u sound more like a sandy rasp
hope u think twice next time u diss the handicaps

chorus
Track Name: Cans
Chorus:
I believe in questions
without answers, but i won't throw my cans away
got a heart full leaving
lungs full of breathing
living for a reason even, even today
Repeat x2

even today
a summer fever like a meeting in may
my rhyme is only getting higher like I'm eating a J
cheating to stay on top honesty aint botherin
to keep my modesty in check shot callerin
is followin the hollarin im just not tolerant
of moderate kobe bryant fans fake ballerin
im much taller than the pros get the signal
the pirates are soft as cotton wack without a spindle
premadonna denzels process without intel
no vacancy replace mcs more daily than a rental
they recycle rhymes i only recycle my cans
and samples to tackle the late 80s like michaels the man
you want beef i got bison and spam we get ill on the mic with license in hand
i'm mike tyson em man n just fightin for fam
im the incarcerated arsonist for lighting the jam
please approach me as mam im too beautiful
for wack rap crap get back thats not suitable
i believe in questions put down your weapons
i havnt seen the people unite since the elections
unity is key i want my people to be free
of monopolies on top of me no stoppin me you see
its a robbery of theives there's a lobby full of greed
its a hobby for a week laddie daddie we likes party
and the rhymes are watery indeed
like an onomonopia
i wouldnt wanna be ya
prayin for a better day on one knee-ah
nother day another dollar with no goods to barter
and i wish i was a lil bit taller
i wish i was a lil bit taller
i wish i was a baller
i wish i had a girl
oh i do i should call her
i wish was a lil bit taller

chours x3
Track Name: Harmonica Jones
so what's rap and hip-hop because i cant tell the difference
You got enough trees for the band? bring the swishers in
servin splinters 4 winter cooler than North Michigan
comin up with more lines & hooks than a fisherman
listen in quick don't move unless it's funky
i might stop to say hi, but only if your lucky
we passed the class with flying colors the rest were flunkies
i can count more tracks on my arm than a junkie
dancin' round the stage like a drunky i cant stand it
the foundation that was laid is always took for granted
I never walked but on this here track i ran it
Sports Camp's the crew and we rock harder than granite
damnit i can't act hard i have to smile
and always be myself confident it took while
it's hard to get down when ur high above the mile
So when i ask how u feelin?, they love it like the lyle

talkin' chains, talkin' cars, spitting game but i don't need to
like 1, 3, you hungry? let me drop some thought to feed u
television's Simon says do whatever he do
The winner's been decided but they’re asking for a redo?
I see through that facade my vision looks like infrared
chasing close behind but can't catch me like the ginger bread
rappers getting fat on cash and checks like they're printer fed
i swear wouldn't be hot even if the winter's dead
eyes wide open, you squint instead, i can write w/ lint or lead
every morning feeling fresh as mint in bed
blowing smoke stacks like Flint in Feb
this would all be easier if u just got the hint and fled
ahead of your time, to rethink those rhymes
and take the lack props you get after each show as a sign
No need to yell throw your hands up every line
so when i ask how you feeling? i know you're just fine