theres the album from the producers point of view, heres the album from the writers point of view.
track for track.
You ready? not that I actually give a fuck if you are actually ready...Im just asking out of courtesy.
here we go, fuckas.
“Back On My Shit”
This is me actually getting into the swing of making an album. I wanted this to be nothing more than me having fun and getting ready to put in some work on this album. I also wanted a very unorthadox structure for the chorus, so i made it with bars that ran on into the next measure so it can sound cool.
“We’re Through”
This is where I talk about people I hang around and what complete assholes they can be. but while they can be complete hapless jackasses, that live off of gossip and fuckery, theyre still cool peoples. I also talk about how dealing with female drama, and writing about it can become addicting. So this is basically my "I'm through with your bitchassness. Im gonna sit at home and play bushido blade 2 so I wont have to deal with your shit" song. Groovy.
“Capricorn”
This is where I delve into how I feel the world works. Basically how this world is powered by the desire for power, influence, control and luxury at the cost of the lives of many. The primal need for survival and hedonism overpowering your love for your fellow man to the point where you can and will fuck him over to get what you desire.
and why after the sign "Capricorn"? Easy.
I wasnt thinking about the actual sign, I was thinking about the tarot card thats aligned with it, which is the "Devil" arcana. (dont worry, Capricorns are not aligned with the devil. let me explain further.)
The Devil Arcana talks about how we can be so blinded by desire and controlled by our primal instincts that were willing to go against our principals / fellow man in order to get what we want. So there possibly isnt a nigga with horns on his head sittin in a boiler room that makes you do bad / evil shit. Maybe its just us blinded by desire and shit like that...
who knows.
“Heavy Guns”
This is the basic "coming up" song. I use guns as more of a metaphore for ambition. like the shit might be hard to aim, but aim high and dont stop shooting.
damn, Im a deep nigga.
“Rich Or Poor”
This is me taking a bunch of stories, thoughts and statements that resulted out of being broke as fuck. I also talk about the "glass ceiling" concept. a staggering feeling you get when you cant do anything to improve your quality of life and feeling that your gonna be stuck in a small area surrounded by petty bullshit.
"Peace of Mind"
This continues from rich or poor but talks about more than just being broke. I basically talk about the bullshit you can get caught up in as youre broke as fuck. From drugs, weak rappers, job hunting, how religion has never brought me peace, and a host of other shit.
this is my "its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under" joint.
“Kick Rocks”
I dont like niggas. I can barely put up with bitches either. So this is just a fancy way of saying "Kick rocks, with open toe shoes".
“What It Is (You)”
This is actually a remix of a song I did about a year ago called "Competition" which is me going off and experimenting with wordplay and shit like that. I wish I couldve re done it, but hey. it is what it is.
“Machine Gun Rap”
This is just ment to be a hard hitting battle track. I made the bars so they had more of an emphasis on saying grimey shit rather than crazy wordplay.
"With a chainsaw to my skull, see sparks HEARTLESS...So many forms, Im Formless
behind bars, with knives baked in the cornbread...."
son....niggas got bars.
“You Got Issues”
I just wanted a song to document my experiences with females so far, and all the entertaining shit that comes along with it.
"Game"
enough with the songs about spooky experiences with bitches. lemme put yall up on game and infect ya mind with this 2010 space age pimp talk.
ya diiiiig?
“Night Music”
This is a collage of all that shit I've done at night. from hooka, trees, drinking, performing, talking to drunk girls (Im still mad I left the venue that night...like a dumbass...) looking at lame underground rappers on stage (some on coke), deep conversations, strippers (possibly on coke) people getting whipped / beat on (voluntarily) and a bunch of other shit.
“The Death Of Broken Pen”
I heard the beat he sent me, and i knew i had to make something epic over this. So i decided to do 100 bars over this. I wrote one 100 bar verse in 2008, but i ended up not liking it and wrote a new one in 2010 and it ended up being one of the more intense peaces of writing ive done in a while. It involves me constantly dying and waking up to a new scenario everytime, talking to the devil, selling my sanity so i can keep my soul, and a bunch of other crazy shit. You have to listen to it to understand how it all flows together. I might say fuck rap and write stories.....I got it like that.
peace.
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