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001intro 00:30
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002staycool 03:55
002staycool In Cali, where I'm from, even the ghetto is beautiful the sun shines most of the time, and you can grow oranges, grapes, dates, onions, and avocados in your yard, chillin on your front porch reading a novel two hours of driving I'm-in mountains like Colorado or sampling vintages in Napa, popping bottles choppin it up with chicks who oughta be models brainiacs cuz all my knowledge is an awful lot to swallow I stay in Sac, where it's known for trees, chrome and weed it's not perfect but for what it's worth it's home for me sometimes I used to zone out and roam the P alone, just me, taking mental notes of the folks I'd see and no, dope fiends, hoes, OGs, nosebleeds, broken homes and dreams weren't the only things that I was shown so please, save the pity, just party, out west we stay relaxed it ain't the hash, creative raps are what make bangin tracks! And it's cool even when it's a hundred outside, roll down the window and ride And it's cool even when it's June or July and you're sweating, you're fine, And it's cool D-Boys on the block who know the spot's hot, but don't stop like it's cool and even if it ain't, why hate it though? Just try to make it so (breakdown) It don't make sense to stay tense in one of the world's most beautiful vacation destinations where the skies are blue and the grass is green or purple, hairy orange, or frosted white, grasp my mean- ing? It's early, light up the coals, birds are singing the vegetables are steaming, where's Poor, I heard he's bringing about 24 cold ones... but with more than eight of us rolling cones Js and blunts, I'm pretty sure that ain't enough we got Tyler on the barbecue with Mo me and NON dropping dominoes on Bru and Dro acting a fool making stupid jokes 'cause dude's moving slow to mark my score, as Mutt arrives with Mark from the store with Ghost holding another case of beer, I'm saying 'bring it here' as my lady pours a clear glass of water and leaves a smear of lipstick as she breathes on my ear to kiss it I slap her ass, I'll be back after we disappear a minute And it's cool even when it's a hundred outside, roll down the window and ride And it's cool even when it's June or July and you're sweating, you're fine, And it's cool DJs with the cuts and chops who just drop HIP HOP 'cause it's cool and even if it ain't, why hate it though? Just try to make it so
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003lostforwords I was raised off the Bully, Stockton to be exact right behind Touch'A'Class, I never hustled packs never wanted much as a kid, just to laugh wet my hand, rush and slap my oldest brother's back he rocked a 'do-rag to keep the waves tight, I'd do homework and play all day, then say goodnight then lay under the covers with a flashlight and my favorite writers trying to discern how they gave life to words up at 6 and off to school, crunching frosty dew on lawns getting older, moving on from the things that I knew were wrong that somehow seemed to raise few alarms among those who seemed amazed at the idea they were doing harm keeping people low, slinging blow, doing our duty as pawns of bankers, gangsters with suitcases, two-faces who place us in harm's way just to laundry their putrid papers Tea Party, sublimated racist anger fuckin hate we makin bangers, they don't think broadly in an age when you're blacklisted if you speak Godly refusing to demean our art to cheap commodities but our polity's policy's to convert our populace into property until products are all we see, that's the Beast's masterpiece lack of peace is how we know we need freedom now among these foul deceivers, trying to conceive of how we got to here from there, I NEED to know if God hears our prayers, so I seek Him out When I'm lost for words In this network of bright lights, sound, fury and motion, how do we direct words to express disturbed notions? shell casings, vials and syringes collect on curbs the real thing ain't a building, no disrespect to church, I'm just contemplating God, doing introspective work then extroverting, inside out, hiding out from FBI spies who silence the mouths whose words empower, murder flowers who dare to grow through concrete cracks careful though, when you speak on that they compare us with terrorists for dropping bombs on these tracks you know you're like a poltergeist when you flaunt haunting facts Amityville horror, any man can be killed for-a, key, what he sees, a man's belief, a damn quarter! I never ran the streets, just grew up in a family that handled beef and had a deep insight they passed to me: sankofa, look into the past to see what the future means, the faces of the ancients through computer screens using theoretical physics just to shoot at things we're technologically advanced human beings with brutal dreams no wonder why what we try's undermined by ruthless schemes Now we're lost for words
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004inductionspeech freestyle like "is it live or time-delayed?" cold cuts like a freeze from a line of yay but not coca make it clap then drop it like it's hot chocha patois-talking toaster, my selector's selection impresses inflections stretchin your section, no question checkin freshmen like red pens, my perplexing directions stay stressin em they're too hard to follow like instruction manuals what's a savage to a fucking cannibal? a stone-cold animal, not Steve Austin's dog bloggin with my laptop on my lap while dropping a log the boss' daughter's hot and bothered, I never bother to call and she was ready like when you toss pasta on the wall and it stays there got game like the white man, I don't play fair my baby face makes ladies stare but my grey hairs place my years, Courvoisier and Marnier chased with beer til I'm wasted, tasting tears wondering if my career's a mistake, debating peers lumbering through this maze hoping someday the haze will clear I'm crazy scared 'cause I'm afraid our fate is near but that's okay 'cause I stay prepared to take it there... yeah
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005backtoback To everyone who ever slept, faked, fronted or hated anybody who bet against me--guess what? I made it to the hall of fame fools, don't think I'll let you slide you're the fuel that ignited the fire I kept inside fuckers who act like they got my wax, play and love it with a truckload of crap they're too scared to say in public but if anything has ever been proved by history it's that bitches will talk shit soon as they think it's cool to dis me switching their story, "oh I knew he wasn't nothing" you wasn't saying that when it was my weed you were puffing up in the club when I showed love like a friend now I'M a prick, so why was it MY dick you were suckin so to speak? Every MC swears they're so unique. Every freak thinks she sits on a throne and speaks with the authority of royalty; well, I hate to spoil things but I'm air tight, so their type of rapper can't foil me (hook) We're the back to back rap champions of Sac so how will you haters handle that? We're the back to back rap champions of Sac wanna flap your gums? run and tattle that We're the back to back rap champions of Sac I'm the Sinatra of the black Rat Pack We're the back to back rap champions of Sac so for sleeping, all of you saps get slapped It's sad to me that you think your tracks are slapping when they're sappy, bad acting craftily grafted to crappy rapping what's more, when content shows up as a show, the flow sucks it's so fucked, look junior, petunias never grow nuts just flowers, your remote's the only time you touch power you'll be a dust shower once you get crushed to powder the way you play this game is like you're saying "fuck the founders" of the culture and artform, corrupting what was ours it seems like we've run for hours, already gone a hundred miles you'll be Banned-in the Green Room if you don't come with Styles feeling Blu, drinking Bru, spazzin like a Crackbaby talkin 'bout your Burner, that's why you're hella wack maybe that shit makes me Noshes, fuck jewelry, I'd rather cop a cool Z, vintage make, twistin grapes and tops cruelly] with no gun, I make the heat glow give 'em the biz, peeps know, I discipline kids, 'cause like Twiz I'm a Beat Pro (hook) Fuck saying what we've done, 'cause it really ain't shit but straight up: we make hits, we're favorites, bang this deranged mix of strange flips of words and insane scripts in dangerous places, you'd need a noose to hang with us! We don't get crazy much, but the stuff we say is nuts Blue Diamond, Sac is like a huge hymen we're finna tear so of course we got all of you bitches scared, cuz we're the biggest dicks here, it almost isn't fair listen, we're in position, I suggest you better get prepared for limitless pain, so fuck what you're saying if you buttfucked the game sodomized artists' lives into dishonest lies fuck what you claim too, it's really about who claims you call it right, cause the heat won't leave you cauterized display some gang you bang to 'til the day they bang you you reprise how your father died while your daughter cries congratulations, now there's a new synonym for lame: you (hook)
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I was born here and raised here, my mother and my father found their way through the maze here fell in love and spent their final days here I gaze years back, to day care, before hard work I played here learned the world ain't fair but still ain't care, honestly it was great here, spittin game at the state fair, I got great grades and went to LA where I tried to get paid fair had fun but found heartbreak there, after I blew my back up, found out my pops was sick, so I returned to Sac but I'd changed, years away in the southern part of the state cleared my brain, I realized I could find my fate here fame, around my way they recognize my face and stare so one day, when I've got my place atop the game with my creative peers I'll boldly state where I'm from and make it clear that I claim here the capitol of the peerless State of Cali and finally make people from the valley proud to say they stay here yeah Sacramento the city, my city Sactown the city, my city Sacto! the city, my city it's my city, the city of Sac (picture that!) It all started with a man who killed natives and traded slaves who was the father of a plan to steal papers and take away land from Mexico, he said he'd protect 'em from Americans instead he double-crossed 'em, this might have been embarrassin' if the plans hadn't been derailed by a hold up: the rivers around his settlement were full of gold dust, if you'd go up into the hills you'd find the motherlode, what Johan Sutter could never have planned for was the gold rush So what? You're probably asking by now, well, cats are loud about how Sac is cramping their style, but I often ask how that's possible when the flow is golden I've seen major acts upstaged and outclassed when the locals open eliminate implications like modus ponens and you'll know when you're told real game; well, that's what this vocal's soaked in! So knowledge this history, 'cause this city authored it It'll quickly make the politics behind the poems obvious (hook)

about

This EP was the brainchild of Westt Kraven, AKA TheGreenRoom. He produced, sequenced, and titled the tracks. I (MICjordan) simply executed the ideas he set forth. Writing, recording, and mixing took about three full days' work; the entire album was conceived, created, and released in November, 2011.

I chose Thanksgiving Day to release this album as a symbol of my appreciation for my family, friends, and all my fans as well as the Sacramento underground scene and hiphop in general. Enjoy!

This album is dedicated to the memories of Rachel Ellis and Heavy D.

For more of MICjordan's music, videos, and info please visit:

ensitenonstop.bandcamp.com
thebarexam.bandcamp.com
www.reverbnation.com/micjordan916


for music by other TPR artists, please visit:

Tribe of Levi at tribeoflevi.bandcamp.com
Agustus ThElefant at soundcloud.com/agustus-thelefant
Bru Lei at soundcloud.com/bru-lei
Century Got Bars at century1.bandcamp.com
Mahtie Bush at mahtiebush916.bandcamp.com
MICjordan at www.reverbnation.com/micjordan916
MLS (Monotone and Lou Slug) at soundcloud.com/wearemls
Nome Nomadd at www.reverbnation.com/nomenomadd
NowOrNever (NON) at www.reverbnation.com/noworneveroftol
Old Ghost at oldghost1.bandcamp.com
Poor Majesty at poor.bandcamp.com
Styles1001 at styles1001.bandcamp.com
WesttKraven (AKA TheGreenRoom) at westtkraven.bandcamp.com

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released November 24, 2011

beats: TheGreenRoom
rhymes: MICjordan

recorded by MICjordan at Metroplex, Sacramento, CA
mixed and mastered by Pete Space at Sound Cap Audio, Sacramento, CA

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Serving food for thought, salmonella and cyanide pills since 1997. Repping Sacramento, TPR, Tribe of Levi, FreexUvNature, Secret Recipe, Super Smash Bros., TheGreenRoom and Dank Chamber.

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