LYRICS/LINER NOTES FOR 'THE LITTLE HAPPY/ FOOL'S POOL'-double-Compact Disc The Little Happy: By the time Jason & I record this one, there are still a lot of questions (does this ever stop being the case?). But this time around, I have a better grasp of which questions to ask. I find myself searching for something…It seems that many of my vices, proclivities, nasty habits, & even good habits all seem bent on addressing this issue…at least partially…so here I am once again with my best friend, deejay 4am aka Jason Chavez opting to forego the ever-winding, circuitous, ‘scenic route’…yes it seems I’m still searching but this time around I know I’m in the right direction & I’m taking the full opportunity to smell the Dandylions, take in all the amazing visuals, & just enjoy the journey, with the bumpy roads & all… Thanx4listening… Dopestyle

TRACKLISTING-'ThE LIttLE haPPY'

Dopestyle -“The Little Happy/Fool’s Pool” Double-Album CD: Label: Daly City Records Catalog No: DCR-122 track listing: 1ST disc “The Little Happy” 1.The Little Intro 2.Welcome My Friends 3.We Put It Down (feat. Pro the Leader, Opio f/ Souls of Mischief/Hieroglyphics) 4.Wrap It Around Me 5.Dominator D (Me & You) 6.Halogen (Song for Jacob) 7.Wake Up In the Morning 8.Patty Cake 9.Situations 10.Sleepless Babes 11.Stress Reducer 12.The Little Happy 13.The Last Party (Old Man Blues) 14.The Little Outro

1.THE LITTLE INTRO 2. WELCOME MY FRIENDS

uNDeR sEpTEMbeR (dopestyle & 4am) “the little happy” 1.THE LITTLE INTRO 2.WELCOME MY FRIENDS WELCOME MY FRIEND, LET ME GRAB THE MIC, SAY, HAH, COME AGAIN, HERE WITH MY BEST FRIEND, JC, JAM IT LIKE 3, EVEN THOUGH, WE ONLY 2, ROCK LIKE THE TRINITY, WE SEE, YOUR LOWLY PEDIGREE, WHY YOU CHARGING A FEE, INSTEAD, SHOULD BE GIVING AWAY, YOUR SHIT FREE, OH, IT’S A PROMO COPY, I DIDN’T SEE THAT, STEPPING THROUGH THE DOOR, WITH MY SUIT, AND TOP HAT, TOP CAT FROM THE ALLEY, REPRESENT MY CALI, DILLY-DALLY ON A BUSTER, SAY, FUCK A TALLY, NO MATTER, WHAT SONG BOOMING, OR WHAT YOU’RE ASSUMING, ALL I’M SAYING TO BRO, IS JUST DO YOU, ALL I’M SAYING TO YA BROTHA, IS JUST BE YOU, COMING FROM THE BAY, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, THE 2-MAN ARMY, SAY FUCK YOUR CREW, THEN LET’S BE FRIENDS…HAH SAY HELLO, HELLO, WELCOME MY FRIENDS, GET DOWN TO THE GROUND, LET YOUR KNEES BEND..IF IT’S YOUR GAL, I’LL SLIDE RIGHT IN, NOW IT’S 4AM..PLEASE COME AGAIN… NOW BACK FROM SABBATICAL, RHYMING IRRATICAL, TAKE A CHUCK D QUOTE, I’M A RHYMING ANIMAL, DAMAGE YOU, HAMMER YOU, SHATTER YOU, HUH, CLAMMER YOU, PAMPER YOU, TAMPER YOU, DRINK XANADU, ON TIPPY-TOE, POPS DON’T KNOW, CAUSE I’M DRINKING HIS SODA, SAME-SIZE AS YODA, RODE A STYLE PIGGY-BACK, TO THE CALSTATE, PALM TREES, FINE GIRLS, AND THE WEATHER IS GREAT, THEN I WENT TO THE BAY, TO A RECORD STORE, FRISCO, AMOEBA, MAN, I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT, MET JASON WITH THE LOOK, THE EYE OF THE TIGER, HE MAKE THE BEATS, I MAKE THE RAPS, AND SHIT IGNITED…HAH… MY STYLE, CAN’T LET IT GO, WHAT THE HELL, WHAT THE HECK, WHAT’S PLAYING ON YOUR TAPE DECK, DOPESTYLE, 4AM, 2 HANDYMEN, 2 HOOKS FOR OUR HAND, CALL US CANDYMEN, SAY MY NAME 5 TIMES, I’LL GIVE YA 5 RHYMES, AND MAN, JC, GIVE YA 5 DIMES, TO CATCH THE DAMN BUS, GET’CHA’ BUTT OUT OF TOWN, START SHOOTING IN THE WEST, WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN, AT THE OKAY-CARRAL, YOU FIND DOPESTYLE, SEE, DRUNK AS A MOTHER, WIT A KOOLAID SMILE, MILES WALKED LIKE EL TOPO, MY STYLE IS A POGO, DIED, CAME BACK TO LIFE, LIKE ALEXANDRO JODO…

3. WE PUT IT DOWN (OPIO f/ HIEROGLYPHICS, PRO THE LEADER) 4.WRAP IT AROUND ME

3.WE PUT IT DOWN (feat. OPIO from SOULS OF MISCHIEF/HIEROGLPHICS, PROFFESSIONAL) 4.WRAP IT AROUND ME SEE I LIKE THE WAY YOU WRAP IT AROUND ME, KEEP A BRO WARM IN THIS FRISCO COUNTY, WITH THE FOG & THE WIND, THEN COME ON IN LIKE BILL COS, SIDNEY PORTIER, LET’S DO IT AGAIN, I’M WITH IT, WE DID IT, WE DID IT, COME HERE LISTEN…WILL YOU BE MY CHERRY-PIE, I WANT COMMITMENT, I KNOW IT TOOK ME AWHILE TO GET TO THIS POINT, NOW I’M HERE & READY, LET’S BREAK THE LEVEE, I MEAN LET LOVE FLOW…SATURATE YOUR BODY, I MEAN I BEG YOUR PARDON, COME IN MY GARDEN, HELD BACK FOR SO LONG, SUNG THE SAME OL’ SONG…EVERYONE SING…”DON’T WANNA BE HURT NO MORE, ZIG-ZAG THROUGH RELATIONSHIPS, PLEASE DON’T SLIP…FROM EVERYONE WE’VE DATED, WE CARRY BAGGAGE, I’M JUST A WORKING-CLASS MOFO, I FOUND MY GIRL, PLEASE WRAP ME UP IN YOUR LOVELY WORLD… IN THE PAST SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE COME AND GONE, SOMETIMES….LEAVE AS ENEMIES OR BYGONES BE BYGONES, SEE MY HEART’S BATTERED LIKE A ROLLER DERBY, OTHER WORDS I HURT YOU & YOU HURT ME, TOO MUCH MORE OF THIS, MY HEART WILL FALL TO PIECES, KEEP IT MOVING LIKE THEY SAY, DON’T LOOK BACK…YOU LOOK BACK, SEE THE PATTERNS FROM YOUR PAST, THOUGHT COMES…YES-YES TO BREAK THE CYCLE, SO NO MORE PSYCHOS & JUST LET GO, I MET YOU IN THE CITY AT A THRIFT-STORE, I SAW YOUR SMILE…I KNEW I WANTED YOURS…I’M JUST A WORKING-CLASS MOFO…I FOUND MY GIRL..PLEASE WRAP ME UP IN YOUR LOVELY WORLD… CHORUS: I LIKE THE WAY YOU WRAP IT AROUND ME, KEEP A BRO WARM IN THIS FRISCO COUNTY, WITH THE FOG & THE WIND, THEN COME ON IN LIKE BILL COS, SIDNEY PORTIER, LET’S DO IT AGAIN

5.DOMINATOR D (ME & YOU)

5.DOMINATOR D (ME & YOU) DOMINATOR ON THE MICROPHONE, SEE I’M NOT ALONE, DO YOU HAVE A DIME, I E.T. PHONE HOME, MY HAIR I COMB, WITH A HOT STEAMY COMB, MY HAIR FELL OUT, NOW IT’S GONE, PUT MY HEAD IN THE OVEN, MY SKIN COMING OFF, SLAM MY HAND IN THE DOOR, ALL I DO COUGH….HELLO CRUEL WORLD, BOYS & GIRLS, GOT KICKED IN GROIN, FELL DOWN, START SNOWING BUT I’M STILL….THE DOMINATOR D LIFE TRIBULATIONS, LIFE IS A VACATION, IN ITSELF, LOTS OF TURNS, LIVE & YOU LEARN, HOPEFULLY POSITIVITY IS YOUR MAIN KEY, CHAIN OF KEYS, ONE FOR EVIL & ALL YOUR WEAKNESSES, PEEP THIS FROM VANTAGE POINT, NOW THAT I’M OLDER, I THOUGHT IT ALL, ONE MORE YEAR STILL DUMBER, I DON’T KNOW MUCH BUT I KNOW HOW I FEEL, THE WORLD AROUND YOU WANT TO TEACH YOU HOW TO FEEL, KEEP IT REAL, WHAT YOU SAY, REALNESS IS KILLING THIS, SELF-PERSON, OWN THOUGHTS…NOW YOU GET LOST, CONFLICT WITH YOURSELF, ALONE WITH NO HELP, NOBODYS YOU…SO YOU DON’T HAVE TEACHERS…LIFE GETS TOUGHER…IT’S TIME TO GET TOUGHER…DOMINATOR D.. I LIVE MY LIFE IN A VACUUM SO I CAN PURSUE, THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY, SO I KEEP TRUE, BUT OF COURSE I’M IN A WORLD WITH BILLIONS OF PEOPLE, RELATING TO MY FELLOW-PERSON…THAT’S BEAUTIFUL, ON SOME REAL-TALK, NOT LOLLIGAG YOU GIVE ME, DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU SEE ON T.V. BUT THE REAL MELODRAMA CALLED LIFE, SO TELL ME…HOW IS YOUR SPIRIT & HOW IS YOUR WIFE, WHAT ABOUT STRESS THAT EFFECTS YOU, TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR LIFE…I’M HERE FOR YOU…DOMINATOR D.. CHORUS: DOMINATOR D…D FOR DESTINY, TAKE MY HAND, COME WITH ME, I’M YOUR SHELTER IN THE STORM SEE, WE TOGETHER FOREVER, NO MATTER THE WEATHER, STAY POSITIVE…MAKE BETTER FOR THE FUTURE…

6.HALOGEN (SONG FOR JACOB)

6.HALOGEN (SONG 4 JACOB) I WALK, VALLEY OF DEATH, KREPT, STEP, MY HO-TEP, MUMMIFIED BREATH, KEPT THE WAITER AND CHEF, AT BAY, TO FACE, A TRACE, OF THE MARMALADE, RECIPE I SHOW TO YA’LLLLLLL, WAS THE GUNPLAY, SAY, GIVE IT TO ME, SLOWLY, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW ME, TOLD ME, TAKE IT ANYWAY, WE CAN SEE, YOU’RE HUNGRY, MY RIBS SHOWING, NOT FUNNY, LOOKING FOR MONEY, NIGHT-TIME OVER SUNNY, LOOK BAD, AND BUMMY, TUMMY ACHE, NOSE RUNNY, TODAY NOT LUCKY, THE NIGHT COMES, LOOK UP, MAN, SO CLOUDY, THE RAIN, POURED SO MUCH, I’M WET, AND SOAKED UP, IN MY CARDBOARD BOX, LOOKING UP AT THE STREETLIGHT, HALOGEN… I LOOK BACK, WHAT WENT –WRONG--, SINGING THAT –SONG--, MANY DAYS GONE, I LONG, I YEARN, TO STAY STRONG, SEE, FOR SURVIVAL, AGAINST MY RIVALS, I SAY FUCK THE 5-0, NO MORE BOTTLE, ONE TIME, MARRIED WIT KIDS, I START DRINKING, SO LITTLE BY LITTLE, MY SHIP START SINKING, NOT THINKING, BOUT’ THE ENDING, I KEPT DRINKING, LOST MY JOB, FAMILY, NOW I’M THINKING, WHERE MY KIDS BE AT, DAVE, SHANELLE, 5, 6 OUT-OF-STATE, THEIR MOM, WILL NEVER TELL, HELL…I GOT THE BLUES, WIT CEMENT-SHOES, NO MATTER, WHAT I TRY, SEE, I’MMA LOSE, LOOK UP, AT THAT STREETLIGHT, MEMBER’ BETTER TIMES, SAME LIGHT FROM THE RAIN, WASH AWAY MY PAIN, HALOGEN…. SOME NITES, LIVE IN THE SHELTER, GRUB FROM THE FOOD BANK, I THANK, ALL OF THOSE, WHO GIVE ME CHANGE, RE-ARRANGE, CHANGE MY LIFE, WIT THE HELP OF LORRAINE, A STRANGER, I MET, THAT SAME RAINY DAY, SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS HOMELESS, BUT NOW’S SAFE, ALL THANKS TO A STRANGER, WITH A KIND FACE, NOW, I WANNA PASS THE BUCK, AND GIVE YOU A CHANCE, BUT THE CHOICE IS YOURS, TO CHANGE YOUR CIRCUMSTANCE, I TOLD HER, MY LIFE STORY, BROKE DOWN AND CRIED, MANY DAYS, WALKED THE EARTH, I WANTED TO DIE, HELP ME WIT PAPERWORK, GOT ME SERVICES, NOW WIT A JOB AND A PLACE, OUT OF THE RAIN, NOW, I WALK BY MY ALLEY, LOOK UP AT THE STREETLIGHT, ONLY TAKES ONE PERSON, TO SHOW ANOTHER LIGHT, HALOGEN…

7.WAKE UP IN THE MORNING

6.WAKE UP IN THE MORNING SEE I NEVER SLEEP TOO MUCH, MAN I’M ALWAYS CRABBY, DREAMS OF YOU STABBING ME, ME STABBING PATTY OR ABBY, HADDIE OR MAXINE, MAN I’M JUST A FIEND, MAXINES’ MY HOMIE’S GIRL, BUT IT’S JUST A DREAM, SEEM KING ALEXANDER, WHEN I MEANDER IN MY MENTAL LANDSCAPE, SPORTING A BLACK CAPE, WAIT, GIRLS OVER, OH TOUCH ME, TOUCH ME, COME FEED ME GRAPES, NOW LOVE ME, LOVE ME, IN MY DREAMS, SLEPT WITH 5 MILLION ON CRUSHED LINEN, NOW MAKING WAY FOR THE GROUPIE MEN, STOMP’EM DOWN LIKE GODZILLA ON TOKYO, THEN HIT’EM UP WITH A KUNG FU GRIP-FLOW….. NIGHT DIRGE WITH NO SLEEP, PEEPING TV, INFORMERCIAL FOR CRAB-RAPPER, LOOKING FOR BEATS, LOOKING FOR STEEZ, LOOKING FOR A POSSE, LOOKING FOR CHEESE, FOLLOW ROLE-MODELS WITH NO ORIGINALITY, I SEE STRAIGHT FROM THE FACTORY, NO MENTAL FACULTY, YOU’RE JUST MARKETING, BRAINLESS, NO SPARKS, CENTRAL PARK, SEE ME ROLLING, STROLLING, ALWAYS GOING, LATE-NIGHT INSOMNIAC KNOWS, WHERE THE PARTY AT, GIANT MICROPHONE SAY HEY, WHAT’S UP BRO, WOKE UP IN GOLDEN GATE PARK, WHAT HAPPENED LIKE DONNIE DARKO…. SEE NIGHTS, THEY TURN TO DAYS, NEED MY Z’S, TAKE MELATONIN, GOT ME ZONING, CAN’T WAKE UP IN THE MORNING, SNORING, SNORING UNTIL NOON, WHAT NEXT SHALL I DO, NEXT SOLUTION, LET ME TRY VALERIAN ROOT, OOH, SMOOTH GOING DOWN MAN, BUT I HATE THE SMELL AND, START WORKING FAST, FLOATING LIKE PETER PAN, DAMN MY MIND STAYS AWAKE NOW, COUNTING THE COWS AND THE SHEEPS, AND FAT BEATS AND TIRED BODY, I’M LIKE MIKE & SPIKE, I’M SICK & TWISTED, NOT ENOUGH SLEEP, TO KEEP MY FLOWS ON BEATS, OR MY LIFE ON TRACKS, I MIX UP FACTS, I ADD ON TAX, ACCUMULATE LIKE PLAQUE, HEAVY LEVY ON MY BRAIN, TURNING ME INSANE, NO SLEEP, HARD TO CONCENTRATE, HARD TO MAINTAIN CHORUS: WAKE UP IN THE MORING, GO BACK TO SLEEP, CLOSE MY EYES TIGHT, LET MY MIND CREEP, SO I’M COUNTING SHEEP, I’M COUNTING FAT BEATS, GOT SOMETHING FOR THE KIDDIES, MY BAG OR TRICK-OR-TREATS…

8.PATTY CAKE

7.PATTY CAKE PATTY CAKER, KISSING WIT THE BAKER, SHE LICKS & FLICKS, BIG MONEY MAKERS, CANDLE-STICK MAKER, AND THE BRICK-LAYER, BUT HER FAVORITE’S, BIG BREAD MAKER, AND THE COFFEE MAKER, HER LATTE’S ARE FREE, AND HER CAPPUCINO’S, BUT WE KNOW, NOTHING IS FREE, IN THIS WORLD, BABYLON, BUY FOOD, BUY CLOTHES, NOW BABBLE ON, OFF-BEAT, ON-BEAT, SHE GIVES HIM, THE TREAT, AND THE TRICK, AS TIME GO, TICK-TICK, A PAGE FROM RICK, (AND A) CALL FROM VICK, TOLD A LIE, SO SHE CAN SPLIT…THE PATTY-CAKE… RAISED IN A HOUSE, SAW HER MOM BEAT UP, BY MANY MEN, DID NOT PRETEND, TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS, WHEN HER MOM SAID LOVE, IT SEEMED LIKE A DRUG, GOT’CHUU FUCKED UP, WIT NOTHING TO SHOW, BLACK-EYES & TEARS, THAT SAME DAY, SEE, PATTY SWEAR, NEVER GO SOFT, WHEN IT COMES TO MEN, GET’CHA WHAT’CHA GET, HAVE SOMETHING IN THE END, SEE, THEY WANT FOR YOUR LOOKS, THEY WANT YOU, FOR YOUR SEX, WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR MIND, THEY DON’T GIVE A SHIT, RAISED IN A WORLD, WOMEN, ARE OBJECTS, SO SHE GETS THE MOST, SHE’S….LIKE FUCK IT….PATTY CAKE HER BEST FRIEND TAMMY, CAUGHT WIT A JAMMY, A 4-5 LOADED, FOR HER BOYFRIEND, SAMMY, SO, SHE WENT TO JAIL, AND, NEVER SNITCH, WHEN SHE GOT OUT, HE CALLED HER A BITCH, SLAPPED HER, MACKED HER, THEN FUCKED TABITHA, THEN GOT CLAPS, AND BROUGHT IT BACK, OTHER FRIEND, TABITHA, NOW SHE PREGNANT, SAMMY THE POPPA, BUT HE SAY NADA, BOTH GOT PLAYED, IN MASQUERADE, PATTY SAY FUCK IT, I GOTTA PAID, GOT BILLS TO MY KNEE-HIGHS, LOVE (LIKE) TO DRESS FLY, GET’CHA WHAT’CHUU CAN, LIVING THE FAST LIFE…PATTY CAKE CHORUS: PATTY-CAKE, PATTY-CAKE…FIND YOU A MAN… AND TAKE HIM FORRR…ALL THAT YOU CAN… AND DAMN, WHAT THE PEOPLE SAY, WHAT ABOUT PAY, THAT’S THE KIINDA WORLD, WE HAVE TODAY

9.SITUATIONS

9.SITUATIONS 60 HOUR WORK WEEK, TIME FOR LITTLE SLEEP, PEEP, HE’S CATCHING Z’S, ON THE TRAIN TO HIS J.O.B., NAME’S DARRYL, HE’S 18, HAS THE WORLD ON HIS SHOULDER, MARRIED MAN WITH A DAUGHTER, THAT MAKES HIM A FATHER, MARY-ANN, HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART, KNEW IT FROM THE START, HAD THEIR CHILD AT 16, NOW SHE’S 17, LITTLE GIRL NAMED MABEL, NAMED AFTER HER GRANDMOTHER, PARENTS THREW MARY-ANN, SHE MOVED IN WITH DARRYL, SO THEY GOT A STUDIO IN THE PROJECTS, SEE THE MONEY IS TIGHT WITH SO FEW PROSPECTS WITH A SMALL KITCHENETTE, CRACKED PAINT, AND SHOWER, RUSTED PIPES, NO GOOD VIEW, AND PROBLEMS WITH THE POWER, FLOWERS BROUGHT (LIKE) EVERY DAY FROM A SHOP ON THE WAY BACK HOME, DARRYL WOULD BRING WITH A SMILE AND A KISS, WALKING THROUGH NEIGHBORHOOD, SEE THE FIENDS AND STREET FOLK AND THOSE WHO SELL COKE, SOUNDS OF THE CAR SPEAKERS BUMPING…SITUATIONS.. SO LIFE GOES ON, THEY STILL STRONG, BABY GROWING UP, LIFE, IT KINDA SUCKS WHEN YOU START FEELING STUCK, NO OPTIONS, MARY-ANN STUCK AT HOME WITH THE KID, LONG HOURS IN THE WAREHOUSE, DARRYL STARTS DRINKING, THINKING IT WOULDN’T HURT MUCH, (HE) WANTS TO LOOSEN UP, SO STRESSED, HIS JOB, NEVER SEEM TO MAKE ENOUGH, THEN A PUFF-PUFF-PASS FROM HIS HOMIE BRAD CO-WORKER, HIGH SCHOOL BUDDY, SO HE TAKES A DRAG, STARTS HANGING AFTER WORK, START ACTING LIKE A JERK, BETWEEN THE MOODSWINGS, POTSMOKING, AND THE DAMN DRINKING, THINKING WHAT TO DO NEXT, MARY-ANN’S VEXED, SO SHE PRAYED ON IT, TO LET THE LORD WORK ON IT…SITUATIONS… ARGUMENTS GALORE NOW, IN FRONT OF THE CHILD, MABE’LS NOW 3, RARELY SEE DADDY, THE LAST ARGUMENT, THE LAST CONVERSATION, DARRYL LEFT AND SAID DON’T WAIT UP, MET BRAD AT THE BAR, COLUMBIAN CIGAR, AND VODKA, BRAD SAID LET’S GO MEET MY PARTNER, LATER ON A DRUG DEAL WITH 2 OTHER DUDES, BRAD SHOWED THE PRODUCT, ONE ACTS RUDE, THE OTHER PULLS OUT A GUN, ROBS HIM FOR HIS S^*&, BRAD SAID F&^* NO, I’M NOT HAVING IT, NOW IT’S A GUN SHOOT-OUT, SO TELL ME WHO’S HIT, WRONG PLACE, WRONG FACE, UNFORTUNATE, THAT NIGHT DARRYL DIED WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES, LAST IMAGE, HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER, BEFORE HE DIED, ON A SUNDAY IN THE MORNING 1:25AM, IN A BACK ALLEY ROOM WITH NO FAMILY OR FRIENDS, JUST THE RAIN POURING DOWN, MUFFLES THE SOUND, ANOTHER PERSON IN THE CITY, BEING SHOT DOWN, MOST TIMES, LIFE IS HELD ON A BALANCE BEAM, IN JUST ONE MOMENT, YOU CAN LOSE EVERYTHING…SITUATIONS… CHORUS: (YOU) SEE, LIFE SITUATIONS…WE FIND OURSELVES IN, THEN TELL ME ABOUT YOUR STORY MAN, I CAN’T DO A THANG, HANG MY HEAD UP, SIT UP, GET UP, SWELL UP, SHUT UP, CUT UP, FESS UP, SOMETIMES, YOU SEE LIFE, IT NEVER LETS UP…

10.SLEEPLESS BABES

10.SLEEPLESS BABES SHE PRAY, LORD HER SOUL TO KEEP, BUT SHE CAN’T SLEEP, NO WEEPING AND NO SOUNDS, WHEN THE DEVIL CREEPS, TEA BAG STEEPS…MMM…GO DOWN DEEP, WET SHEETS, BED SHEETS, QUIET BODY SCREAMS, TEAMS OF PEOPLE, NOT PEOPLE, BUT MANY VOICES EVIL, FROM THE LONGLEG SPIDER, WITH THE WARM CIDER, WARM TOUCH, BUBBLE UP, TWINKLING SENSATION, NOW PAIN IS FELT, UPON PENETRATION, SEE, NIGHT AFTER NIGHT, THE DEVIL INCITES, MICHELLE SEES IT HAPPEN TO HER SISTER, BECKY EVERY NIGHT, SEE BECKY MOLESTED, AS A CONSEQUENCE, DAD NEVER TOUCHED MICHELLE, NEVER GAVE HER ATTENTION OF ANY KIND…SLEEPLESS BABES… SAY WHO CAN REALLY SLEEP WHEN DADDY GOES….UH-HUH SAY WHO CAN REALLY SLEEP WHEN THE STRANGER GOES…UH-HUH SAY WHO CAN REALLY SLEEP WHEN THE DANGER GOES…UH-HUH SAY WHO CAN REALLY SLEEP WHEN THE PAIN GOES…UH-HUH NOW YEARS LATER, SISTERS GROWN WITH LIVES OF THEIR OWN, CIRRIOSIS OF THE LIVER, DAD’S LONG GONE, MOM ALWAYS WORKED THE LATE NITE, GRAVEYARD SHIFTS, HERSELF KEPT BUSY WITH CHURCH AND HER FRIENDS, BECKY HAS A SON NOW, ESTRANGED FROM THE FATHER, MICHELLE LIVES IN THE CITY WITH THE DO-WAH-DIDDY, IT’S A PITY, WHAT SHE DOES FOR THE ATTENTION OF A MAN, WHERE DID IT COME FROM, I DON’T UNDERSTAND, GIVE SO MUCH OF HERSELF, GET SO LITTLE IN RETURN, SO GULLIBLE, EACH TIME, SHE GETS BURNED, SHE NEVER LEARN, I GUESS, GIVES IT HER BEST, NOW WITH A SON ON HER THIRD MARRIAGE, WITH NO SELF-ESTEEM, AND LOW SELF-WORTH, NEVER FELT GOOD ENOUGH, SHE GIVES TIL IT HURTS, SEE A LIFE FULL OF LIES AND SO MUCH DRAMA, IS SHE RIGHT OR WRONG, STILL THAT’S MY MOMMA….

11.STRESS REDUCER

11.STRESS REDUCER STEP IN MY CAVERN’S MIST, TAKE MIC & SPIKE IT, MAKE SURE YOU DON’T MISS, KISS FROM BLUNT-SPLIFF, GOT’CHA MIND TWIST, LIKE A CYST, IN YOUR CRANIAL, IT’S HARMLESS, NO MATTER LIKE WHAT THEY SAY, DO IT TIL MY DYING DAY, NAGGING FOR 2 HOURS GIRL, PASS THE JAY, MY ACE BOON-COON, I SEE BLOOD MOON, MOM PUFFING ON GREEN, WHILE ME IN THE WOMB, NOW I GOT LAZY-BRAIN, SOMETHING LIKE LAZY-EYE, VERIFY MYSELF AS YOUR URBAN SAMUARI, KILL MARY THAN UZI-FIRE, SHE’S MY MESSIAH, SAVE MYSELF, AND STRAITS OF DIRE, SPENCER FOR HIRE, FIND THE BEST STUFF IN THE WORLD, GIVE ME CHOICE, I PICK BUD LIKE OVER MY GIRL, OH NO JUST BUGGING GIRL, WHY YOU MEAN-MUGGING, ASK AGAIN I DON’T KNOW WITH MY SHOULDERS SHRUGGING….. HOW LOW CAN YOU GO, I’VE BEEN TO THE LOWEST, LIFELESS, WANNA DIE WITH NO MOTIVES, SCROTUM-HOLDING, I JUST GOT BURNT, BACKGROUND-BDP…YOU MUST LEARN, LEARN TO FUCK UP MY LIFE MORE, THAN I’VE DONE BEFORE, LOST JOB, LOST GIRL, AND I’M SO POOR, HOMIES LEFT ME LONELY, WHEN NO MORE MONEY, BUMPED INTO DAVE, HE SAY LIKE WHAT’S UP HOMIE, HOMIE FROM THE BACK IN THE DAY, WE WERE CLOSE IN GRADE SCHOOL, KIDS ON PICKING ON HIM, SO I BEAT THOSE FOOLS, GOLD RULE, REMEMBER SOMEONE DOES YOU A GOOD TURN, HE RETURNED THE FAVOR WITH SOME GOOD HERB, SLURRING MY WORDS, SHIT, AS I TAKE ANOTHER, AND ANOTHER HIT….I’M RIPPING, KICKING, FLIPPING FUNKY RHYMES OFF YOUR WALL, SENSATION MORE BETTER THAN GOING UP YOUR SUGAR-WALL, DON’T PAUSE, SEE I RUN THROUGH IT LIKE TRACK-MEETS, COME OVER, WATCH THE FIGHT, BUT BRING YOUR SWISHA-SWEETS… NOWADAYS PUMP MY BRAKES ON MY PAST-TIME, MODERATION, SO I DON’T PASS TOO MUCH TIME, WITH THIS RHYME THAT I WROTE, ONE DAY SMOKED, GOING THROUGH HARD-TIMES, SO I KEPT THE HOPE, SEE I JIVE FOR A MINUTE, NOW IT’S TO GET IT, MARY BY MY SIDE, DIDN’T TAKE IT SERIOUS, HAPPY WITH JOY, WHEN THINGS GOT BETTER, MARY-JAY MY GIRL, THIS IS MY LOVE LETTER, I GOT TO KNOW HER BETTER, SO I DON’T SWEAT HER, BEFORE NOTHA’ NERVOUS BREAKDOWN, WE COME TOGETHER, LAYS ME OUT LIKE A DRESS-SHIRT, IRONS ME OUT, PERM-PRESS, WARM LIPS….OH I’M DIGGING THIS.. SEE I ADVERTISE, #1 STRESS REDUCER, RELAXES YOUR MIND, HELPING YOU GET LOOSER, SEDUCER OF SNOBBY TYPES, DOWN TO THE LOW-BROW, PEOPLE LIKE MYSELF, BOY PASS IT AROUND…

12.THE LITTLE HAPPY

12.THE LITTLE HAPPY SEE I’M LOOKING FOR THE LITTLE HAPPY, COMING AT YOU ILL, SEE MY STYLE IS NAPPY, WHAT IT MEAN, SEE, BRO ON YOUR SCENE, LOOKING FOR A THRILL, PASS ME AMPHETAMINE, OR PASS ME THE SPEED, OR MAYBE THE WEED, COME SEE, WHAT IT BE, TELL ME WHAT I NEED, TO MAKE ME FEEL ALRIGHT, TIGHT WANNA TAKE FLIGHT, STUCK WITH LEAD SHOES, THING CALLED THE BLUES, I DO WHAT I DO, BUT I WANT TO DO MORE, DO MORE OF WHAT? OH I DON’T HAVE A CLUE…. LET ME TRY HOBBIES, GET ME IN MY GROOVE, PLAYSTATION AND SPORTS, NOTHING IMPROVES, I WONDER WHAT IT IS, SO MY HOMIES I ASK, THEY SAY COME TO THE CLUB, AND GET SOME ASS, SO I GOT SOME, 1,2,3, 4, & 5, DIDN’T FEEL BETTER, AS I STILL TRY, FIND MY LITTLE HAPPY, MAYBE IT’S MONEY, MADE A BUNCH, STILL, DON’T HAVE A HUNCH, I WONDER WHAT IT IS, THAT I REALLY CAN’T FIND, NEW CAR, NEW CLOTHES, I MUST BE BLIND, I GOT A NEW GIRL, I GOT A NEW STYLE, I GOT A NEW BEAT…LET ME THINK FOR AWHILE…. SEE I’VE BEEN ALL AROUND, LOOKING FOR THE LITTLE HAPPY, GUESS WHAT? MY STYLE STILL NAPPY, WHAT IT MEAN, SEE, BRO ON YOUR SCENE, JUDGE WITH THE VERDICT, LET’S CONVENE, SEE I LIVED A LIFE OF THE SUPERFICIAL, TRENDY, WANNA-BE, NOT BEING ME, KEEPING UP WITH THE JONES’S, BUT I DON’T KNOW THEM, EVERYTHING’S IMAGE WITH NO SUBSTANCE, SO I FOLLOW THE MASSES, AND THEY ASK’EM, WHAT THEY DO FOR-FOLLOWING, SWALLOWING, BUT NOW, I THINK THAT I GOT THE COURAGE…LISTEN TO MY HEART, THAT’S GOOD FOR A START…. CHORUS: THE LITTLE HAPPY, SAPPY, SICKY, STICKY, WORLD-TWISTY, MR. PAIN, MR. RAIN, PLEASE MISS ME… THE LITTLE HAPPY, SAPPY, SICKY, STICKY, WORLD-TWISTY, MR. PAIN, MR. RAIN, NO KISSES FROM ME..

13.THE LAST PARTY (OLD MAN BLUES)

12. THE LAST PARTY (OLDMAN BLUES) WELCOME…THE LAST PARTY-PARTY WITH SUIT, TIE, AND SHOES, SON OF LADDI-DAD-I, YEARS PASS, I DON’T HAVE MUCH TO SAY, WRINKLES ON MY FACE, DIABETIC, AND MY HAIR IS GREY, IN THIS CONVALESCENT HOME, BUT I WANT TO GO HOME, FAMILY SAY I’M BETTER ROUND’ OTHER OLD FOLKS, THEY SAY I’M FEEBLE, THEY SAY I’M LOSING MY MIND, SOMETHING CALLED ALZHEIMERS, HAPPEN TO OLD- TIMERS, THEY SAY MY MIND IS IN AND OUT OF REALITY, SO I THINK FOR A MOMENT, HOW CAN THIS BE? I WAS SO INDEPENDENT, WORKING FOR MY WIFE MY 2 KIDS, BRINGING THE BACON, THAT’S WHAT I DID, A FATHER, A HUSBAND…NEVER RAN FROM MY DUTY, LIKE MY POPS LEFT ME YOUNG…CHASING BOOTY, TOUGH-TIMES CAME I STAYED, I LOST MY JOB, CAROL GOT BREAST-CANCER, WE PRAY FOR AN ANSWER, OR MY DAUGHTER BRINGING HOME DUDES I DON’T APPROVE, OR MY SON IN JAIL FOR DRIVING WITH BOOZE, AND THE FAMILY VACATIONS, AND THE CHRISTMAS’S, LET ME TELL YOU THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I’M MISSING, MY WIFE CAROL, AN ANGEL FROM ABOVE, FOR SUPPORT, AND LOVING ME, THE GIRL WAS TOUGH, EVEN IN HER FINAL DAYS, SHE SAID TAKE ME HOME, WANT TO DIE IN MY GARDEN NEXT TO MY HUSBAND, SHE DIED, I COULDN’T CRY, THOUGH INSIDE, MY HEART LEFT HER, YESTERDAY, I KISSED HER, BUT MY DAUGHTER SAID, POPS, NO ONE’S THERE, SHE DIED A YEAR AGO, YOU NEED TO TAKE IT SLOW… JOY OF MY LIFE, MY GRANDKIDS, ALL 5 OF THEM, FORGET THEIR NAMES, I FORGET THEY’RE MY GRANDKIDS, A BURDEN ON MY FAMILY, I HEARD THEM TALKING, SO I PACK MY BAGS, OUT THE DOOR I’M WALKING, BUT I FELL & HURT MYSELF, NOW I’M THIS HOME, SIGN SAYS HOME SWEET HOME, BUT THIS IS NOT MY HOME, I SEE NURSES IN WHITE, FLOAT BY WHITE GHOSTS, AND PEOPLE LIKE ME, SITTING ROUND,’ MOVING SLOW, MY NURSE BETTY IS NICE, BUT SOMETIMES SHE’S NOT, WHEN SHE’S MAD, SHE WON’T EVEN LIKE CHANGE MY POT, OR FLIP ME OVER HARSH, SOMETIMES, SHE SHIT-TALKS, TALKING DOWN TO ME, HANDLED LIKE A PIECE OF MEAT, THAT’S WHEN CAROL CAME BACK, THEY GAVE MORE DRUGS, NO MATTER WHAT THEY DO, CAN’T SEPARATE OUR LOVE, ‘REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST MET’CHA AT THAT PARTY, YOU CAME WITH YOUR COUSIN, THEY PLAYING LADDI-DAD-I, THAT NIGHT MY LIFE BEGAN, NOTHING ELSE MATTERS, I THINK IT’S TIME, THAT WE BE TOGETHER, SO I GRAB MY SUIT & TIE, GOING TO A PARTY…I’M GOING HOME YA’LL BE WITH MY BABY…. 13..THE LITTLE OUTRO (INSTRUMENTAL)

14.THE LITTLE OUTRO (INSTRUMENTAL)

LYRICS-'FOoL's PoOL'

‘The magnificent 4am & dopestyle the court jester presents:’ Fool’s PooL Fool’s Pool: In 2004 shortly after the release of Kutmasta Kurt presents Dopestyle 1231, Jason & I started recording this earlier album. This was a very koatic time for me (it still seems that way sometimes…). A lot of questions permeated thoughts & these thoughts seemingly took refuge in my bones & joints, my behavior & actions. The kinship between Jason & I strengthened exponentially during this troubling & challenging time in both our lives. Our compulsion to ‘cut loose’ & swim out & abandon all sense of ‘sense’ was our holy grail, (& still is!) not to mention we had soooo much fun… Thanx4listening… Dopestyle

TRACKLISTING-'FooL'S POoL'

track listing: 2nd disc “Fool’s Pool” 1.Baby, Baby, Baby 2.The Bald Head Brute & The Long Hair Laymen (feat. Motion Man) 3.Drunk Phunk 4.Power of the P 5.Here It Is…Herpes (Johnny’s Story) 6.Thrillers N Killers 7.Peekaboo 8.Yellow Jello (Crack Cocaine Blues) 9.No Hope (Fool’s Pool part 1) 10.I’m A Big Fan of Yours 11.Riding Shotgun (feat. Fathed & 4am) 12.Without You (I’m Only A Loser) 13.When I Die (Fool’s Pool part 2) 14.Untitled bonus tracks: 15.Mr. Malaise & Friends part 2 (feat. Human Beings, Casual f/ Hieroglyphics)-Mochipet remix…orig. version featured on Malaise the Mongrel LP 16.We Put It Down (feat. Pro the Leader, Opio f/ Hieroglyphics)- Yoko Solo ….Grindbender remix

1.BABY BABY BABY

uNDeR sEpTEMbeR (the magnificent 4am & dopestyle the court jester presents: “FoOL’s POoL” 1.Baby Baby Baby yo I’m smoking a blunt, hey miss what’cha want, front on a niggaro, like Figaro Figaro, singing it bringing it without static clean, Mean-Gene with Afro Sheen, cold stepping on the scene, Jack-Bean guzzler strutter, favorite dessert, custard, bilingual in cusswords, favorite writer Clive Cussler, mustard gas, zyklon, acidnine with rhyme, punch promoter, slap engineer, hit’cha bitch from behind, squirt in her butt-crack, squirted a fly rap, made her shit wide, now go up in her, you feel lost inside, low tides of my life came, high tides come & go, its gotten to the point, don’t give a fuck no more, next see me on the show ‘Cops’ running from the Po-Po, running my fucking ass off, like my girl Flow-Jo…saying baby baby baby… see I wake up in the morn, yawn, say the fuck the world, though a punk named Bush, fucking beat me to it, screw it, later buy crack-rock, come home, blast boom-box, stir fry emcees in a wok, drink saki, never punch a clock, live at home with momma, age 35, she love drama, alcoholic with track-marks, middle-finger to poppa, I’m a uni-bomber on Dali Lama, rapist of karma, bedfellow with Christianity, she brings out in the evil in me….saying baby baby baby… now punk police stupid politicians red, white, & blue now motherfuck you… I say bitch where’s my doe, better give me an answer, though celphone I use, slowly giving me cancer, prance on the rooftop, concoct plays for jocks, see my touchdown pass will land dead in your ass, see I’m a friend to the, big man enema, he’ll clean you out, let me ask you, are you kin to the, uncle Thomas, cause the way flapping jaws for applause, stepping to me like brick wall, give him band-aid & gauze, pause then play the record, then get naked, skinny dip in my fool’s pool, like drowning in fatman’s drool, cool dude with attitude, see I’m always rude, finger-fuck slut, lick my fingers…cause it’s finger-food…while she says baby baby baby…

2.THE BALD HEAD BRUTE & THE LONG HAIRED LAYMEN (feat. MOTION MAN) 3.DRUNK PHUNK (FREESTYLE) 4.POWER OF THE P

2.The Bald head Brute & the Long Haired Laymen (feat. Motion Man) 3.Drunk Phunk (freestyle) 4.Power of the P jimmy’s happy, between 2 slabs of meat, greet jimmy/Juanita, first time like beef in fahita-pita, rita, tina, maria, michelle, my bell-shanice, some vacancies for rent, & some selling the lease, bad critique, hell no cause my fuck-style mandingo, star shining down on your beatle, big nose like ringo, I’ll sniff your body odor, & drink your red cream soda, that time of the month, call me Dracula, I don’t give a fuck, suck toxin from fallopian, experiment like Kevorkian, blow air through pussy, reach skull, expand forehead like Ethiopian, big toe in doody-crack, white feather tickle spincter, usually break the condom…but I’m 9 on the rictor….. always walking the walk, giving tough talk, ‘P’ outlined me in chalk, my heart on the sidewalk, enthralled by little missy, everyday act shitty, starving student, thrifty, hypnotized by titties, the snatch, a special batch, but these little eggs hatched, crabs grabbed my dick, each with a face of little missy, when I told her, she said no, I’m so faithful, pressured me to go down on her, she said it would be tasteful, but the crabs grabbed my mustache, while she grabbed my cash, flashbacks how she played me, I was in love with the pussy, let my boner marinade in her puss all night, right, feel high for the rest of the week, & not wanting to fight, man I was just learning the ropes about the power P…. see I find you must get burned, to learn, focus concerns, things always change, when I’m drunk, smoking sherm, permed pubic hair or braided, got me stimulated, titillated, pierced lips, oh baby, let me watch you masturbating, voyeur behind the mirror, while you fuck other nigga, raw style in the sushi, now he’s at the clinic, would let you suck me off, but I see herpes on her lips, by the way lil’ girlie, what about your little sis, cause I’m telling you now, if her test negative, let Scotty beam me down, see I’m a let my dick live, in her womb, hopefully not a tomb, no matter, me not the first man on her moon, long as the girlie’s clean, if you know what I mean, shit, since a nigga born, I been in love with pussy.. chorus: man it’s about the Power P, & what it do to me, man I’m just paying my dues-just paying my fees

5.HERE IT IS HERPES (JOHNNY'S STORY)

5.Here It Is Herpes (Johnny’s Story) Guess what, I caught something didn’t know, I’m young, only live once, going for gold, payday Friday I’m paid, sporting my suede, tassos, cowboy boots, fresh fade, for dinner, ate sloppy joes, drink koolaid, concentration meditation, wanna get laid, head to the club not tripping, my boy working the door, stamped my hand inside, now I’m scoping for hoars, who I met not a hoar, or the best looker, but with crazy personality, far from a hooker, but hey I’m no Denzel, it’s all gravy, organized my best lines, so I can deposit my babies, in that thick chaste with a condom of course… First night, didn’t get the boots I still pursued, gentlemen, gave me email, so I shot it through, a week later at Chevys, enchilada, margarita, pretty gal with style by the name of Tina, boobies bubbled out halter-top, blue-jeans, flip-flops, and head on her shoulders, she know where going, fulltime school, and staying home yo to save money, Pre-Med, driving prelude, far from a dummy, she’s like the girl next door, but with major flavor, start liking her, opened my heart, time together I savored, told me about her ex-boyfriend, last one was a player, the one before him was possessive and a damn stalker, didn’t lay down to make love til a month later, not tripping cause I’m spending good time with my baby… Splish-splash touchdown, I’m walking on clouds, screwed my brain, toes curled man I’m like wow, a technical foul on my full-court press, months later, stop wearing condom, wanna feel the flesh, you know what many couples do, after like a month or two, stop using protection with a false sense of security, weeks, months later I’m itching and little bumpies, went to my doctor, I’m like what could it be, had me take some tests, the results you have herpes…I’m like doctor motherfucker this shit ain’t funny, give me another test, the results the same, got my celphone to cuss out my damn girlfriend, I’m like bitch, why you give me this shit, outbreaks for the rest of my life, man I’m so pissed, of course we broke up because I felt so hurt, even today man, I still love to flirt, not romantic when you’re spitting game to a dame, say before we get down…I got this virus-thing…ouch! Chorus…hello people, hah here I is, in the background, creeping in your party function, caught something, didn’t know, just being young, dumb in love, soaking up the body passion, now I’m ass-in…

6.THRILLERS n KILLERS

6.Thrillers n killers Me & JC-thrillers n killers, chill out at bar, sipping on Draft-Miller, see you bastards feel us, and wanna kill us,…pretty boys make raps for the bitches, which is all I give a fuck about, rough-necks start to pout, why come a little closer, I put this sock in your mouth, turn you over to my little homie Fifi, known through the Castro and all of Frisco city, bathhouse-rappers running out, bleeding from the anal, hardcore on your records, man you faking, represent streets til you sign with a major, then you turn tail, start giving up R&B flavor, me never front, I’ll be straight from the jump, in it for myself, the cash, & the rumps with bumps… People say my shit is off & I sound oddly, peep what you say, while eat tamale, drinks Koolaid, get hair braided, of course I’m faded, stupid motherfuckers wanna rate shit, whether you give my shit a ten or even a one, steal your hoe, slap mayonnaise, on her fucking buns, partly because of you, hip hop sucks so much, walk around so much with a fucking god complex, some maintain status quo, and so-so flows, same sounding shit, & same fucking videos, need to blow a bunch of you up like in that Fight Club movie, let people think for themselves, your politics is booty… Keep making raps til I’m lifeless, come & fight this, in flurry not worried, never met mr. midas, no gold your shit went wood, mine went reservation soil, reaped what I sewed with my own sweat & toil, boil potato in pot, & eat my sardine, payday on Friday, I buy jimmy-dean sausages, get off of this, hip hop apocalypse, when life imitates art, & starts mocking it, faster record deal if you shoot somebody, even bigger promotion if you kill somebody, some bodies won’t come to the party, last time they’re rowdy, somebody got stomped & shot with bang of the shotty, people stay home, stay safe-watch their videos…way better than their motherfucking live shows, Chorus: We thrillers n killers, chill out at bar, sipping on Draft-Miller, see you bastards feel us, and wanna kill us, non-jiggy mofos but we still lady-killers…

7.PEEKABOO

7.Peekaboo Peekaboo…now we’re here…shoot dope rhyme in your atmosphere, shit’s plain wack, your track lack heat, my flow rise to the top, yours falls to the street, convection what they call it, mess around don’t bother, rappers cold to the touch, why I pack Garlic, scarlet letter, D for dopestyle…profile when I strut, King Tut shaking the funk with Elephant tusk, from rappers hunted down in the safari, not ready for my Serengeti, batter ever-ready, what it means, intervene cause drama on your scene, commercial break for your tv show…just let it go.. Peekaboo shame on you when my style coming through, clean suckas tainted nigga by my mildew, finger smudgen on your silver sterling, when I’m earling, vomit in the kitchen sink, tell me what you think, blink once at your style…yo it’s so pretty, dopefiends suck rap-dicks in the city…first dickie to licky…man that’s me…pocket full of stones like pimp c & bun b, shun me from rap seminar, too bright quasar, smoke Rocks on the Hudson, you’re more like gay-stars, prim-proper niggas refrain, your beats are lame, I rip the mic, & then I be like say my name, drop underwear on stage, air-out my nutt-sac, niggas staring at my sausage, step the fuck back… Peekaboo I see you from the valley below, place where the rap-buffalo always roam, unhibited by regulation & your sanction, like Blues, Rock n Roll…now it’s rap exploitation, to 9th power feel sour, take cold shower, what I hear on radio sounds like flower-power, I wanna hear cusswords in primetime & some obscenity, it sounds so good to me, & what means to me, the shit is erking me, you want some flavor…you can come jerk on me, globules white cream coming out your speaker, looking for a lesson but I’m no teacher, but I’m your preacher-man with a keener plan, straight aim when my shit hit your fucking fan…

8.YELLO JELLO (CRACK COCAINE BLUES) 9.NO HOPE (FOOL'S POOL PART 1)...INSTRUMENTAL

8.Yello Jello (crack cocaine blues) I see the people the people, it’s the mr. crack-a-fiend, pain in my heart, shoot it up with Thorazine, but doesn’t help like much & I never stay in touch with my step-mammy & sister even though I miss’em, never understand me damn it so why even try, live so low for so long that I wanna die, too scared for suicide, yellow coward in the mirror, wipe away mist from hot shower, see myself clearer, see I look like different person-scabs on my face, lost weight, clothes don’t fit, always fidgety, see my hair used to long, press it, call me the Goldie the Mack, but queen Delilah, she cut my shit back, that girl Delilah my alibi my secret spy, took on all my troubles cause I was too scared too shy to face myself & my nasty habits, just like when I’m stabbing, never using protection, cold night in Illinois, somewhere near Great Lakes, down to my last straw just me & 4 walls, no one tangible to talk, nobody to hold but queen Delilah came through the front door, I grabbed her hand the pipe, lit the flame of our passion, once that happened, start laughing like I found my soul-mate…crackfiend….. Chorus: My world wobbles like Yellow jello…yellow cause I’m coward to face myself & nasty habits.. 9.No Hope (fool’s pool part 1)…instrumental 10.I’m a Big Fan of Yours… It’s the return of daddy dopestyle… Big fan of Tomb Raider, video game I broke it, I take the mofo & of course soaked it in chicken grease, cook it until it’s extra-crispy, suck the bone like eating out-Laura Croft the boss, little Bruce gets bigger, springs clean on my mattress, me nigga Copperfield let me show hat trick, make rhyme disappear, reapper in your rear, gerbils coming out your ass like my man Richard Gere, lick your fear like lollipop tootsie roll, what’s in center, clone consumer follower & a so-called sinner, no backbone for microphone, Velcro for your heart-stem, new style coming out…these niggas & start clinging… I’m a Big Fan of Yours Big Fan Oakland Raiders so don’t misquote it, I take a funky style & of course I soak it in Black & Silver, record crate is pilfered & filtered, me & jay gang-bang tracks til they’re off-kilter, he’s the producer-deejay, while me Paxil popping loser with a heart of stone since I fucked Medusa, hepatitis since I fucked Pam Anderson, headaches take Anacin, & to make myself feel better,Martinis for medicine, tell me when it’s time to die, call up Kutmasta Kurt, last request-do remix of Chuck Berry, and the ‘Cool Jerk,’ get my last skirt, I’m John Doe & I got the money, while I’m with her…think about the girls I dicked around the country, on rooftops, spit loogies on people walking by, say I’m terminal…& this my way of saying goodbye, life’s a bitch with a pretty smile, always giving you grief, I turned around & knocked out her two front-teeth…now she don’t smile no more, that’s when I started to flow…looking for inspiation…turned on radio…. Hey bitch…I’m a big fan of yours, I say bitch I mean niggas that be flapping their jaws, never pause let another get a fucking in…who’s that nigga come around your bin, it’s dopestyler profiler, shout-outs to Divine Styler, R.I.P. to my momma, poppa, & Gene Wilder, come to my chocolate factory, so check out my melody, Amityville Horror, welcome to my Sodom & Gomorrah, see my Gobstopper will clog up your Trachia, Latchkey kid in Ghetto raised by media, you can sell me doo-doo on a stick, long as it’s on my tv screen, ends justify the means…all about mighty green, sex sells…drama too, I’m a drama sex-fiend, long as you keep feeding…I’mma keep eating, I’m the monster you created…tell me why you hate me so…a toe-tapping young Frankenstein…I hope you like it… I’m a Big Fan of Yours 11.Riding Shotgun (feat. Fathed & 4am) 12.Without You (I’m Only A Loser) Before I met you me a loser, dogged by bully bruiser, first time saw you passing you on my scooter, trying to make some moola, dropping apps at fast food, then I saw you on lunch break wit’cha crew, sunny delight in my vision, like stuff that I’m drinking, smiled & blushed at me, but man I’m steadily thinking-must caught on good day, you not really smiling, not really me, oh never minding, but I got job-would you like fries with your order, came in about a week later with your co-workers, now you’re looking, staring at me, smiling & blushing, now I’m thinking to myself, this must be a joke or something, started talking to me all the time, talk here, talk there, finally asked you out…surprised when you said hell yeah… Never brought you home, its’ a shack, parents don’t know how to act, they cussed you out but you were cool with that, made me feel stronger than I was, first taste of love, made me feel that I could really like rise above, environment and situation, & pre-occupation with drugs & depression, low-esteem feeling lesser, looked me deep in my eyes, and see the better parts, say you saw my potential, plus you gave me your heart, so I tried hard I guess didn’t try enough, demons from the past came back to huff & puff, blow down our happy house like wolves, if I could’a would’a take back things I did to you cause I fucking hurt you, slept around on you, and I lied to you, said mean things to you, plus I didn’t trust you…. On my knees on your doorstep for the 55th time, saying with my heart & soul would you please be mine, yeah I fucked up so much & drug you through the mud, let me prove myself better, I let go of my crutch, and what did it was your love, & the years that you rolled with me, after all this time do you still miss me, life in hell without you close, my heart’s comatose, showed me I could love & be loved girl, I love you so, before I met you I was loser, but you made me a winner, without you in my life…I’m just another loser… 13.When I Die (Fool’s Pool part 2) When I die…come to my grave & take a piss, look at the full moon, then take a spits, I ain’t shit, but a bitch, & a derelict, stopped the drugs & the drinking, right now I’m straight tripping, dipping in my grab bag of thoughts, some say I lucked up, now that the fog clears, now I see what the fuck is up, wake up one morning, look at my life, what have I done, 10 years same fucking shit, focused on having fun, see I got nothing to show, no goals, no doe, I’m low with the same homies know how the story goes, many friends drugging up, talk shit, & fucking up, always making excuses for the shit they’re never doing, won’t you stop the puff-puff-pass, & get off your ass, not in high school no more, that old shit will never last, now you wonder why I don’t hang out like I used to, try to get my mind right giving back to community, plus I lost my girl my world, special pearl, hanging with you flossy niggas, til this day still miss her, as I listen to your jams, they telling me you the hot shit, is that why so many sounding like your cousin you bugging, talking about things that I can’t relate to, your clothes your beamer, and fly girls you run through, how can I feel good when I know people in my hood starving with no lights or water man, shit gets me bothered, in my city of Frisco with so many homeless, give my little nickels sometimes seems hopeless, in richest country in world people still living under, there’s enough for everybody…don’t it make you wonder, and the less-fortunate people oppressed worldwide, bloodshed & suffering but we’re all the same inside, can’t listen to your jiggy no more, I don’t feel like dancing, motherfuck your dancefloor…there’s too much happening in the world that a nigga can’t ignore…the jig is over…feel like drowing in the pool with the rest of the fools… 14.Untitled bonus tracks: 15.Mr. Malaise & Friends (feat. Human Beings, Casual f/ Hieroglyphics)-Mochipet remix. Orig. version appears on Malaise the Mongrel (dopestyle, magz, deejay laloe) ‘Saturn in the Summertime’ LP. 16.We Put It Down (feat. Pro the Leader, Opio f/ Hieroglyphics)-Grindbender remix

(10.I'M A BIG FAN OF YOURS 11.RIDING SHOTGUN (feat. FATHED, 4AM)

10.I’m a Big Fan of Yours… It’s the return of daddy dopestyle… Big fan of Tomb Raider, video game I broke it, I take the mofo & of course soaked it in chicken grease, cook it until it’s extra-crispy, suck the bone like eating out-Laura Croft the boss, little Bruce gets bigger, springs clean on my mattress, me nigga Copperfield let me show hat trick, make rhyme disappear, reapper in your rear, gerbils coming out your ass like my man Richard Gere, lick your fear like lollipop tootsie roll, what’s in center, clone consumer follower & a so-called sinner, no backbone for microphone, Velcro for your heart-stem, new style coming out…these niggas & start clinging… I’m a Big Fan of Yours Big Fan Oakland Raiders so don’t misquote it, I take a funky style & of course I soak it in Black & Silver, record crate is pilfered & filtered, me & jay gang-bang tracks til they’re off-kilter, he’s the producer-deejay, while me Paxil popping loser with a heart of stone since I fucked Medusa, hepatitis since I fucked Pam Anderson, headaches take Anacin, & to make myself feel better,Martinis for medicine, tell me when it’s time to die, call up Kutmasta Kurt, last request-do remix of Chuck Berry, and the ‘Cool Jerk,’ get my last skirt, I’m John Doe & I got the money, while I’m with her…think about the girls I dicked around the country, on rooftops, spit loogies on people walking by, say I’m terminal…& this my way of saying goodbye, life’s a bitch with a pretty smile, always giving you grief, I turned around & knocked out her two front-teeth…now she don’t smile no more, that’s when I started to flow…looking for inspiation…turned on radio…. Hey bitch…I’m a big fan of yours, I say bitch I mean niggas that be flapping their jaws, never pause let another get a fucking in…who’s that nigga come around your bin, it’s dopestyler profiler, shout-outs to Divine Styler, R.I.P. to my momma, poppa, & Gene Wilder, come to my chocolate factory, so check out my melody, Amityville Horror, welcome to my Sodom & Gomorrah, see my Gobstopper will clog up your Trachia, Latchkey kid in Ghetto raised by media, you can sell me doo-doo on a stick, long as it’s on my tv screen, ends justify the means…all about mighty green, sex sells…drama too, I’m a drama sex-fiend, long as you keep feeding…I’mma keep eating, I’m the monster you created…tell me why you hate me so…a toe-tapping young Frankenstein…I hope you like it… I’m a Big Fan of Yours 11.Riding Shotgun (feat. Fathed & 4am) 12.Without You (I’m Only A Loser) Before I met you me a loser, dogged by bully bruiser, first time saw you passing you on my scooter, trying to make some moola, dropping apps at fast food, then I saw you on lunch break wit’cha crew, sunny delight in my vision, like stuff that I’m drinking, smiled & blushed at me, but man I’m steadily thinking-must caught on good day, you not really smiling, not really me, oh never minding, but I got job-would you like fries with your order, came in about a week later with your co-workers, now you’re looking, staring at me, smiling & blushing, now I’m thinking to myself, this must be a joke or something, started talking to me all the time, talk here, talk there, finally asked you out…surprised when you said hell yeah… Never brought you home, its’ a shack, parents don’t know how to act, they cussed you out but you were cool with that, made me feel stronger than I was, first taste of love, made me feel that I could really like rise above, environment and situation, & pre-occupation with drugs & depression, low-esteem feeling lesser, looked me deep in my eyes, and see the better parts, say you saw my potential, plus you gave me your heart, so I tried hard I guess didn’t try enough, demons from the past came back to huff & puff, blow down our happy house like wolves, if I could’a would’a take back things I did to you cause I fucking hurt you, slept around on you, and I lied to you, said mean things to you, plus I didn’t trust you…. On my knees on your doorstep for the 55th time, saying with my heart & soul would you please be mine, yeah I fucked up so much & drug you through the mud, let me prove myself better, I let go of my crutch, and what did it was your love, & the years that you rolled with me, after all this time do you still miss me, life in hell without you close, my heart’s comatose, showed me I could love & be loved girl, I love you so, before I met you I was loser, but you made me a winner, without you in my life…I’m just another loser… 13.When I Die (Fool’s Pool part 2) When I die…come to my grave & take a piss, look at the full moon, then take a spits, I ain’t shit, but a bitch, & a derelict, stopped the drugs & the drinking, right now I’m straight tripping, dipping in my grab bag of thoughts, some say I lucked up, now that the fog clears, now I see what the fuck is up, wake up one morning, look at my life, what have I done, 10 years same fucking shit, focused on having fun, see I got nothing to show, no goals, no doe, I’m low with the same homies know how the story goes, many friends drugging up, talk shit, & fucking up, always making excuses for the shit they’re never doing, won’t you stop the puff-puff-pass, & get off your ass, not in high school no more, that old shit will never last, now you wonder why I don’t hang out like I used to, try to get my mind right giving back to community, plus I lost my girl my world, special pearl, hanging with you flossy niggas, til this day still miss her, as I listen to your jams, they telling me you the hot shit, is that why so many sounding like your cousin you bugging, talking about things that I can’t relate to, your clothes your beamer, and fly girls you run through, how can I feel good when I know people in my hood starving with no lights or water man, shit gets me bothered, in my city of Frisco with so many homeless, give my little nickels sometimes seems hopeless, in richest country in world people still living under, there’s enough for everybody…don’t it make you wonder, and the less-fortunate people oppressed worldwide, bloodshed & suffering but we’re all the same inside, can’t listen to your jiggy no more, I don’t feel like dancing, motherfuck your dancefloor…there’s too much happening in the world that a nigga can’t ignore…the jig is over…feel like drowing in the pool with the rest of the fools… 14.Untitled bonus tracks: 15.Mr. Malaise & Friends (feat. Human Beings, Casual f/ Hieroglyphics)-Mochipet remix. Orig. version appears on Malaise the Mongrel (dopestyle, magz, deejay laloe) ‘Saturn in the Summertime’ LP. 16.We Put It Down (feat. Pro the Leader, Opio f/ Hieroglyphics)-Grindbender remix

12.WITHOUT YOU (I'M ONLY A LOSER)

12.Without You (I’m Only A Loser) Before I met you me a loser, dogged by bully bruiser, first time saw you passing you on my scooter, trying to make some moola, dropping apps at fast food, then I saw you on lunch break wit’cha crew, sunny delight in my vision, like stuff that I’m drinking, smiled & blushed at me, but man I’m steadily thinking-must caught on good day, you not really smiling, not really me, oh never minding, but I got job-would you like fries with your order, came in about a week later with your co-workers, now you’re looking, staring at me, smiling & blushing, now I’m thinking to myself, this must be a joke or something, started talking to me all the time, talk here, talk there, finally asked you out…surprised when you said hell yeah… Never brought you home, its’ a shack, parents don’t know how to act, they cussed you out but you were cool with that, made me feel stronger than I was, first taste of love, made me feel that I could really like rise above, environment and situation, & pre-occupation with drugs & depression, low-esteem feeling lesser, looked me deep in my eyes, and see the better parts, say you saw my potential, plus you gave me your heart, so I tried hard I guess didn’t try enough, demons from the past came back to huff & puff, blow down our happy house like wolves, if I could’a would’a take back things I did to you cause I fucking hurt you, slept around on you, and I lied to you, said mean things to you, plus I didn’t trust you…. On my knees on your doorstep for the 55th time, saying with my heart & soul would you please be mine, yeah I fucked up so much & drug you through the mud, let me prove myself better, I let go of my crutch, and what did it was your love, & the years that you rolled with me, after all this time do you still miss me, life in hell without you close, my heart’s comatose, showed me I could love & be loved girl, I love you so, before I met you I was loser, but you made me a winner, without you in my life…I’m just another loser…

13.WHEN I DIE (FOOL'S POOL PART 2) 14.UNTITLED

13.When I Die (Fool’s Pool part 2) When I die…come to my grave & take a piss, look at the full moon, then take a spits, I ain’t shit, but a bitch, & a derelict, stopped the drugs & the drinking, right now I’m straight tripping, dipping in my grab bag of thoughts, some say I lucked up, now that the fog clears, now I see what the fuck is up, wake up one morning, look at my life, what have I done, 10 years same fucking shit, focused on having fun, see I got nothing to show, no goals, no doe, I’m low with the same homies know how the story goes, many friends drugging up, talk shit, & fucking up, always making excuses for the shit they’re never doing, won’t you stop the puff-puff-pass, & get off your ass, not in high school no more, that old shit will never last, now you wonder why I don’t hang out like I used to, try to get my mind right giving back to community, plus I lost my girl my world, special pearl, hanging with you flossy niggas, til this day still miss her, as I listen to your jams, they telling me you the hot shit, is that why so many sounding like your cousin you bugging, talking about things that I can’t relate to, your clothes your beamer, and fly girls you run through, how can I feel good when I know people in my hood starving with no lights or water man, shit gets me bothered, in my city of Frisco with so many homeless, give my little nickels sometimes seems hopeless, in richest country in world people still living under, there’s enough for everybody…don’t it make you wonder, and the less-fortunate people oppressed worldwide, bloodshed & suffering but we’re all the same inside, can’t listen to your jiggy no more, I don’t feel like dancing, motherfuck your dancefloor…there’s too much happening in the world that a nigga can’t ignore…the jig is over…feel like drowing in the pool with the rest of the fools… 14.Untitled

BONUS TRACKS: 15.MR.MALAISE & FRIENDS (feat. HUMAN BEINGS)-MOCHIPET REMIX 16.WE PUT IT DOWN feat. OPIO, PRO THE LEADER)-YOKO SOLO REMIX
	bonus tracks: 15.Mr. Malaise & Friends (feat. Human Beings, Casual f/ Hieroglyphics)-Mochipet remix. Orig. version appears on Malaise the Mongrel (dopestyle, magz, deejay laloe) ‘Saturn in the Summertime’ LP. 16.We Put It Down (feat. Pro the Leader, Opio f/ Hieroglyphics)-Grindbender remix

DOPESTYLE SHOUTS

DOPESTYLE shouts: My nephews Lamar, Zavion, Donovan, Marcus, Broderick, Kahlil, my sis Pam, moms Janice, Kiyoko Shiosaki, Jason (4am) Chavez, Sarah Menefee, Anthony marin, Tim & Black Fiction, David (Mochipet) Wang, Daly City Records, Terrorbird, Bloody Snowman, The Bad Hand, Drummer Reed, my Grindbender crew Yoko Solo & Pu22le, Jacob, Eugene-Pro the Leader & Elizabeth, Unagi, Kutmasta Kurt, Fathed, Opio, Casual, Tom C., Motion Man, Yo Midas, M-Smooth, Mike Nice, Mike Howes, Clayton Glad, Smurph, KZSU, The Drum, Magz, Concept, Deejay Laloe (The Human Beings), my Amoeba homies ( Louie Soria, Dax aka Op Mantis, Leah, Corey, Gabe/Gabu-Chan, Rant, Lucy, Nero, Black Metal Steve, Uni, Shayde, Folklore), Junichi, Ken, Yoshi (We Nod records/Japan, Deejay Yaso/SOUNDEATER, Kiryu, Japan, The Flanders Family, Liza Davis, Danita, Apriel, Tati, Shaggy Manatee, B-Child, Kyrian Smith, MakeAVirus crew, Mike Dineen,& Sunlight & Streetlight Records, Aquarius Records, Hek, Jonas, Tim Whiteside, Mike Boo, Nicole Malina, Pernilla & Mauricia, Spencer, Staceys Books, Circuit 73, Z-Moon, ARC, much appreciation to Denise Dee for the 2 fabulous album covers & Ozzie Rosales for the wonderful layout design, XL8R, college radio, UK hip hop scene-thanx 4 da support, THAN YOU VERY MUCH to you the listener, Rest In Peace 2 Adrienne Lucille Powell (mother), Chester C. Smith (Father), Glinda Harraway (sister), Maurice (brother), Ken Hamiltion aka Deejay Spiderman (KFJC)….if I forgot someone…my apologies…. Hey Ozzie…for the 2nd CD title & heading…instead of malaise the mongrel, etc. I want printed: ‘The magnificent 4am & dopestyle the court jester presents:’ Fool’s Pool Fool’s Pool: In 2004 shortly after the release of Kutmasta Kurt presents Dopestyle 1231, Jason & I started recording this earlier album. This was a very koatic time for me (it still seems that way sometimes…). A lot of questions permeated thoughts & these thoughts seemingly took refuge in my bones & joints, my behavior & actions. The kinship between Jason & I strengthened exponentially during this troubling & challenging time in both our lives. Our compulsion to ‘cut loose’ & swim out & abandon all sense of ‘sense’ was our holy grail, (& still is!) not to mention we had soooo much fun… Thanx4listening… Dopestyle uNDeR sEpTEMbeR (the magnificent 4am & dopestyle the court jester presents: “FoOL’s POoL” 1.Baby Baby Baby yo I’m smoking a blunt, hey miss what’cha want, front on a niggaro, like Figaro Figaro, singing it bringing it without static clean, Mean-Gene with Afro Sheen, cold stepping on the scene, Jack-Bean guzzler strutter, favorite dessert, custard, bilingual in cusswords, favorite writer Clive Cussler, mustard gas, zyklon, acidnine with rhyme, punch promoter, slap engineer, hit’cha bitch from behind, squirt in her butt-crack, squirted a fly rap, made her shit wide, now go up in her, you feel lost inside, low tides of my life came, high tides come & go, its gotten to the point, don’t give a fuck no more, next see me on the show ‘Cops’ running from the Po-Po, running my fucking ass off, like my girl Flow-Jo…saying baby baby baby… see I wake up in the morn, yawn, say the fuck the world, though a punk named Bush, fucking beat me to it, screw it, later buy crack-rock, come home, blast boom-box, stir fry emcees in a wok, drink saki, never punch a clock, live at home with momma, age 35, she love drama, alcoholic with track-marks, middle-finger to poppa, I’m a uni-bomber on Dali Lama, rapist of karma, bedfellow with Christianity, she brings out in the evil in me….saying baby baby baby… now punk police stupid politicians red, white, & blue now motherfuck you… I say bitch where’s my doe, better give me an answer, though celphone I use, slowly giving me cancer, prance on the rooftop, concoct plays for jocks, see my touchdown pass will land dead in your ass, see I’m a friend to the, big man enema, he’ll clean you out, let me ask you, are you kin to the, uncle Thomas, cause the way flapping jaws for applause, stepping to me like brick wall, give him band-aid & gauze, pause then play the record, then get naked, skinny dip in my fool’s pool, like drowning in fatman’s drool, cool dude with attitude, see I’m always rude, finger-fuck slut, lick my fingers…cause it’s finger-food…while she says baby baby baby… 2.The Bald head Brute & the Long Haired Laymen (feat. Motion Man) 3.Drunk Phunk (freestyle) 4.Power of the P jimmy’s happy, between 2 slabs of meat, greet jimmy/Juanita, first time like beef in fahita-pita, rita, tina, maria, michelle, my bell-shanice, some vacancies for rent, & some selling the lease, bad critique, hell no cause my fuck-style mandingo, star shining down on your beatle, big nose like ringo, I’ll sniff your body odor, & drink your red cream soda, that time of the month, call me Dracula, I don’t give a fuck, suck toxin from fallopian, experiment like Kevorkian, blow air through pussy, reach skull, expand forehead like Ethiopian, big toe in doody-crack, white feather tickle spincter, usually break the condom…but I’m 9 on the rictor….. always walking the walk, giving tough talk, ‘P’ outlined me in chalk, my heart on the sidewalk, enthralled by little missy, everyday act shitty, starving student, thrifty, hypnotized by titties, the snatch, a special batch, but these little eggs hatched, crabs grabbed my dick, each with a face of little missy, when I told her, she said no, I’m so faithful, pressured me to go down on her, she said it would be tasteful, but the crabs grabbed my mustache, while she grabbed my cash, flashbacks how she played me, I was in love with the pussy, let my boner marinade in her puss all night, right, feel high for the rest of the week, & not wanting to fight, man I was just learning the ropes about the power P…. see I find you must get burned, to learn, focus concerns, things always change, when I’m drunk, smoking sherm, permed pubic hair or braided, got me stimulated, titillated, pierced lips, oh baby, let me watch you masturbating, voyeur behind the mirror, while you fuck other nigga, raw style in the sushi, now he’s at the clinic, would let you suck me off, but I see herpes on her lips, by the way lil’ girlie, what about your little sis, cause I’m telling you now, if her test negative, let Scotty beam me down, see I’m a let my dick live, in her womb, hopefully not a tomb, no matter, me not the first man on her moon, long as the girlie’s clean, if you know what I mean, shit, since a nigga born, I been in love with pussy.. chorus: man it’s about the Power P, & what it do to me, man I’m just paying my dues-just paying my fees 5.Here It Is Herpes (Johnny’s Story) Guess what, I caught something didn’t know, I’m young, only live once, going for gold, payday Friday I’m paid, sporting my suede, tassos, cowboy boots, fresh fade, for dinner, ate sloppy joes, drink koolaid, concentration meditation, wanna get laid, head to the club not tripping, my boy working the door, stamped my hand inside, now I’m scoping for hoars, who I met not a hoar, or the best looker, but with crazy personality, far from a hooker, but hey I’m no Denzel, it’s all gravy, organized my best lines, so I can deposit my babies, in that thick chaste with a condom of course… First night, didn’t get the boots I still pursued, gentlemen, gave me email, so I shot it through, a week later at Chevys, enchilada, margarita, pretty gal with style by the name of Tina, boobies bubbled out halter-top, blue-jeans, flip-flops, and head on her shoulders, she know where going, fulltime school, and staying home yo to save money, Pre-Med, driving prelude, far from a dummy, she’s like the girl next door, but with major flavor, start liking her, opened my heart, time together I savored, told me about her ex-boyfriend, last one was a player, the one before him was possessive and a damn stalker, didn’t lay down to make love til a month later, not tripping cause I’m spending good time with my baby… Splish-splash touchdown, I’m walking on clouds, screwed my brain, toes curled man I’m like wow, a technical foul on my full-court press, months later, stop wearing condom, wanna feel the flesh, you know what many couples do, after like a month or two, stop using protection with a false sense of security, weeks, months later I’m itching and little bumpies, went to my doctor, I’m like what could it be, had me take some tests, the results you have herpes…I’m like doctor motherfucker this shit ain’t funny, give me another test, the results the same, got my celphone to cuss out my damn girlfriend, I’m like bitch, why you give me this shit, outbreaks for the rest of my life, man I’m so pissed, of course we broke up because I felt so hurt, even today man, I still love to flirt, not romantic when you’re spitting game to a dame, say before we get down…I got this virus-thing…ouch! Chorus…hello people, hah here I is, in the background, creeping in your party function, caught something, didn’t know, just being young, dumb in love, soaking up the body passion, now I’m ass-in… 6.Thrillers n killers Me & JC-thrillers n killers, chill out at bar, sipping on Draft-Miller, see you bastards feel us, and wanna kill us,…pretty boys make raps for the bitches, which is all I give a fuck about, rough-necks start to pout, why come a little closer, I put this sock in your mouth, turn you over to my little homie Fifi, known through the Castro and all of Frisco city, bathhouse-rappers running out, bleeding from the anal, hardcore on your records, man you faking, represent streets til you sign with a major, then you turn tail, start giving up R&B flavor, me never front, I’ll be straight from the jump, in it for myself, the cash, & the rumps with bumps… People say my shit is off & I sound oddly, peep what you say, while eat tamale, drinks Koolaid, get hair braided, of course I’m faded, stupid motherfuckers wanna rate shit, whether you give my shit a ten or even a one, steal your hoe, slap mayonnaise, on her fucking buns, partly because of you, hip hop sucks so much, walk around so much with a fucking god complex, some maintain status quo, and so-so flows, same sounding shit, & same fucking videos, need to blow a bunch of you up like in that Fight Club movie, let people think for themselves, your politics is booty… Keep making raps til I’m lifeless, come & fight this, in flurry not worried, never met mr. midas, no gold your shit went wood, mine went reservation soil, reaped what I sewed with my own sweat & toil, boil potato in pot, & eat my sardine, payday on Friday, I buy jimmy-dean sausages, get off of this, hip hop apocalypse, when life imitates art, & starts mocking it, faster record deal if you shoot somebody, even bigger promotion if you kill somebody, some bodies won’t come to the party, last time they’re rowdy, somebody got stomped & shot with bang of the shotty, people stay home, stay safe-watch their videos…way better than their motherfucking live shows, Chorus: We thrillers n killers, chill out at bar, sipping on Draft-Miller, see you bastards feel us, and wanna kill us, non-jiggy mofos but we still lady-killers… 7.Peekaboo Peekaboo…now we’re here…shoot dope rhyme in your atmosphere, shit’s plain wack, your track lack heat, my flow rise to the top, yours falls to the street, convection what they call it, mess around don’t bother, rappers cold to the touch, why I pack Garlic, scarlet letter, D for dopestyle…profile when I strut, King Tut shaking the funk with Elephant tusk, from rappers hunted down in the safari, not ready for my Serengeti, batter ever-ready, what it means, intervene cause drama on your scene, commercial break for your tv show…just let it go.. Peekaboo shame on you when my style coming through, clean suckas tainted nigga by my mildew, finger smudgen on your silver sterling, when I’m earling, vomit in the kitchen sink, tell me what you think, blink once at your style…yo it’s so pretty, dopefiends suck rap-dicks in the city…first dickie to licky…man that’s me…pocket full of stones like pimp c & bun b, shun me from rap seminar, too bright quasar, smoke Rocks on the Hudson, you’re more like gay-stars, prim-proper niggas refrain, your beats are lame, I rip the mic, & then I be like say my name, drop underwear on stage, air-out my nutt-sac, niggas staring at my sausage, step the fuck back… Peekaboo I see you from the valley below, place where the rap-buffalo always roam, unhibited by regulation & your sanction, like Blues, Rock n Roll…now it’s rap exploitation, to 9th power feel sour, take cold shower, what I hear on radio sounds like flower-power, I wanna hear cusswords in primetime & some obscenity, it sounds so good to me, & what means to me, the shit is erking me, you want some flavor…you can come jerk on me, globules white cream coming out your speaker, looking for a lesson but I’m no teacher, but I’m your preacher-man with a keener plan, straight aim when my shit hit your fucking fan… 8.Yello Jello (crack cocaine blues) I see the people the people, it’s the mr. crack-a-fiend, pain in my heart, shoot it up with Thorazine, but doesn’t help like much & I never stay in touch with my step-mammy & sister even though I miss’em, never understand me damn it so why even try, live so low for so long that I wanna die, too scared for suicide, yellow coward in the mirror, wipe away mist from hot shower, see myself clearer, see I look like different person-scabs on my face, lost weight, clothes don’t fit, always fidgety, see my hair used to long, press it, call me the Goldie the Mack, but queen Delilah, she cut my shit back, that girl Delilah my alibi my secret spy, took on all my troubles cause I was too scared too shy to face myself & my nasty habits, just like when I’m stabbing, never using protection, cold night in Illinois, somewhere near Great Lakes, down to my last straw just me & 4 walls, no one tangible to talk, nobody to hold but queen Delilah came through the front door, I grabbed her hand the pipe, lit the flame of our passion, once that happened, start laughing like I found my soul-mate…crackfiend….. Chorus: My world wobbles like Yellow jello…yellow cause I’m coward to face myself & nasty habits.. 9.No Hope (fool’s pool part 1)…instrumental 10.I’m a Big Fan of Yours… It’s the return of daddy dopestyle… Big fan of Tomb Raider, video game I broke it, I take the mofo & of course soaked it in chicken grease, cook it until it’s extra-crispy, suck the bone like eating out-Laura Croft the boss, little Bruce gets bigger, springs clean on my mattress, me nigga Copperfield let me show hat trick, make rhyme disappear, reapper in your rear, gerbils coming out your ass like my man Richard Gere, lick your fear like lollipop tootsie roll, what’s in center, clone consumer follower & a so-called sinner, no backbone for microphone, Velcro for your heart-stem, new style coming out…these niggas & start clinging… I’m a Big Fan of Yours Big Fan Oakland Raiders so don’t misquote it, I take a funky style & of course I soak it in Black & Silver, record crate is pilfered & filtered, me & jay gang-bang tracks til they’re off-kilter, he’s the producer-deejay, while me Paxil popping loser with a heart of stone since I fucked Medusa, hepatitis since I fucked Pam Anderson, headaches take Anacin, & to make myself feel better,Martinis for medicine, tell me when it’s time to die, call up Kutmasta Kurt, last request-do remix of Chuck Berry, and the ‘Cool Jerk,’ get my last skirt, I’m John Doe & I got the money, while I’m with her…think about the girls I dicked around the country, on rooftops, spit loogies on people walking by, say I’m terminal…& this my way of saying goodbye, life’s a bitch with a pretty smile, always giving you grief, I turned around & knocked out her two front-teeth…now she don’t smile no more, that’s when I started to flow…looking for inspiation…turned on radio…. Hey bitch…I’m a big fan of yours, I say bitch I mean niggas that be flapping their jaws, never pause let another get a fucking in…who’s that nigga come around your bin, it’s dopestyler profiler, shout-outs to Divine Styler, R.I.P. to my momma, poppa, & Gene Wilder, come to my chocolate factory, so check out my melody, Amityville Horror, welcome to my Sodom & Gomorrah, see my Gobstopper will clog up your Trachia, Latchkey kid in Ghetto raised by media, you can sell me doo-doo on a stick, long as it’s on my tv screen, ends justify the means…all about mighty green, sex sells…drama too, I’m a drama sex-fiend, long as you keep feeding…I’mma keep eating, I’m the monster you created…tell me why you hate me so…a toe-tapping young Frankenstein…I hope you like it… I’m a Big Fan of Yours 11.Riding Shotgun (feat. Fathed & 4am) 12.Without You (I’m Only A Loser) Before I met you me a loser, dogged by bully bruiser, first time saw you passing you on my scooter, trying to make some moola, dropping apps at fast food, then I saw you on lunch break wit’cha crew, sunny delight in my vision, like stuff that I’m drinking, smiled & blushed at me, but man I’m steadily thinking-must caught on good day, you not really smiling, not really me, oh never minding, but I got job-would you like fries with your order, came in about a week later with your co-workers, now you’re looking, staring at me, smiling & blushing, now I’m thinking to myself, this must be a joke or something, started talking to me all the time, talk here, talk there, finally asked you out…surprised when you said hell yeah… Never brought you home, its’ a shack, parents don’t know how to act, they cussed you out but you were cool with that, made me feel stronger than I was, first taste of love, made me feel that I could really like rise above, environment and situation, & pre-occupation with drugs & depression, low-esteem feeling lesser, looked me deep in my eyes, and see the better parts, say you saw my potential, plus you gave me your heart, so I tried hard I guess didn’t try enough, demons from the past came back to huff & puff, blow down our happy house like wolves, if I could’a would’a take back things I did to you cause I fucking hurt you, slept around on you, and I lied to you, said mean things to you, plus I didn’t trust you…. On my knees on your doorstep for the 55th time, saying with my heart & soul would you please be mine, yeah I fucked up so much & drug you through the mud, let me prove myself better, I let go of my crutch, and what did it was your love, & the years that you rolled with me, after all this time do you still miss me, life in hell without you close, my heart’s comatose, showed me I could love & be loved girl, I love you so, before I met you I was loser, but you made me a winner, without you in my life…I’m just another loser… 13.When I Die (Fool’s Pool part 2) When I die…come to my grave & take a piss, look at the full moon, then take a spits, I ain’t shit, but a bitch, & a derelict, stopped the drugs & the drinking, right now I’m straight tripping, dipping in my grab bag of thoughts, some say I lucked up, now that the fog clears, now I see what the fuck is up, wake up one morning, look at my life, what have I done, 10 years same fucking shit, focused on having fun, see I got nothing to show, no goals, no doe, I’m low with the same homies know how the story goes, many friends drugging up, talk shit, & fucking up, always making excuses for the shit they’re never doing, won’t you stop the puff-puff-pass, & get off your ass, not in high school no more, that old shit will never last, now you wonder why I don’t hang out like I used to, try to get my mind right giving back to community, plus I lost my girl my world, special pearl, hanging with you flossy niggas, til this day still miss her, as I listen to your jams, they telling me you the hot shit, is that why so many sounding like your cousin you bugging, talking about things that I can’t relate to, your clothes your beamer, and fly girls you run through, how can I feel good when I know people in my hood starving with no lights or water man, shit gets me bothered, in my city of Frisco with so many homeless, give my little nickels sometimes seems hopeless, in richest country in world people still living under, there’s enough for everybody…don’t it make you wonder, and the less-fortunate people oppressed worldwide, bloodshed & suffering but we’re all the same inside, can’t listen to your jiggy no more, I don’t feel like dancing, motherfuck your dancefloor…there’s too much happening in the world that a nigga can’t ignore…the jig is over…feel like drowing in the pool with the rest of the fools… 14.Untitled

4AM SHOUTS

4am shouts: a few words from an "artist" self-named 4am: the music you're listening to, about to listen to, or completely ignoring is the result of a nearly 5 year unhearalded collaboration of two complete musical fuck-ups. the honor and privelage i've had collaborating with dopestyle aka mongrel mason aka floater knip aka the count of monte frisco has been a long and eventful one which in the very least has never been boring. dopestyle is quite possibly the only emcee i could ever have a long term association with because he has no boundries, i don't freak him out, in fact, he pushes me to care even less about what others might think, you know... shit your pants and jump in the pool. it's really good to see this material finally surface in a major way, because in retrospect, these two albums are the proverbial shit...words, so for my shout out i'll say thanks to fam and friends no doubt and above all thanks to my boy chester for not giving a flying fig about rules and daring to challenge a frankly, scared hip hop audience... THANKS MAINE!!! -JASONCHAVEZ AKA 4AM AKA CHARLES BUKAKI AKA DJ SCRATCHTASTIC...I LOVE YOU ALL MADLY www.myspace.com/nightmaresoul

UPCOMING PROJECTS
	Upcoming projects: *DOPESTYLE 1231 & 4AM-"WANDERERS IN BLUE" L.P. *DOPESTYLE 1231, DIGDUG, & DEEJAY D-STYLES-"SACRAMENT" L.P. *DOPESTYLE 1231 & DEEJAY D-STYLES-"B-BOY DOMINION" L.P.