1. |
Spinach & Acorns
02:56
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Leftwrite and Vishnu, we coming to get you
Leftwrite and Vishnu hit you with lyrics
Kicks like jujitsu, I know that you hear it
It was standard issue this old school spirit
Zed takes the Cake and creates, but don’t clear it
Clear fit, permit me to spit just a bit. Oh shit!
That’s sick, the quick click of the hi hats
Plus the punch of the kick
Conjunction junction, what’s the function of it?
A snare appears as a punch to the chin
No matter what state or country you’re in
As long as you live in comfortable skin
Then the rhythm also resides within
Amen! Hallelujah! Oh Lord!
A groove moves through ya
Smooth, but still nasty like a barracuda
We’re hot in Alaska, cool in Bermuda
Students of life, our minds right
No attitude of entitlement
My ascent’s dependent on my use of my environment
Vishnu’s burning midnight oil, someone open up a fire vent
We escaped the confines of conformity
Cut a hole in the wire fence
Getting acorns for retirement
Squirrely world we’re living in
Never giving in, deliver the energy
And the ends are out on a limb
We’ve come to kill it with all skill no gimmick
Turn critical cynics to to big fans in minutes
We’ve come to win it, master rap and quit it
But not before we grab a fat bag of spinach
Success and a check are meaningless without respect
Zed and Left want to be both ill and deft,
Skilled and def, still thrilled to death
(Step to the mic) To shred hot bars leaving heads impressed
We want to be our best foremost and first
We want to progress while most revert
We want to stay fresh in a host of turds
Most concerned to boast most gross earned
We learn everyday the earth turns
(Keep our sound) We squirm underground like earthworms
We burn every track with the sing-rap
Leave (bleep?) the bleep clack please bring back
Boom bap reminiscent of a time
Emcees were defined by busting rhymes
Straight crushing minds
Verbal blunderbuss, skill preposterous
Leaving them saying “In hip hop we trust”
And in fact we do
That’s why we rap and makes tracks for you
Leftwrite and Vishnu, one and one makes two
Two makes a crew, ANTI-GAME coming through
ANTI-GAME won't play by the rules of the game
All the same we came to win it
Won't act the fool or resort to gimmicks
For 15 minutes and a bag of spinach
No interest in fame and a check
Unless success comes with respect
And in that respect you can surely bet
Zed and Left want to be the next Red and Meth
We wanna be our best foremost and first
We wanna progress while most revert
We wanna stay fresh in a host of turds
That are most concerned to boast most gross earned
Honestly that bothers me
Hip hop is not another job to me
See it comes from the heart it's artistry
Partake of my art it's a part of me
We truly believe that quality’s
Always gotta be a hot commodity
And if not it certainly ought to be
It's odd to me that good hip hop is an oddity
So with no ambiguity
Spew truth no misconstruing me
To be a real emcee means mastery
Lyrically. You hearing me?
Leftwrite and Vishnu, get ready for round 2
Lyrical fitness. Spit it with a quickness
Rap’s no synonym for ignorance. No!
Stupidity will be met with resistance. Yes!
I've had it with apathy, now can I get a witness?
Hell yes!
Gotta say what I feel
A dope beat and ill emcee seal the deal
Stay real and keep competition on their heels
Build skills until they buy meals and pay bills
Lyrical misfits, rippin’ it’s our business
Listless lyricists can’t spit this
Yo, I don't get it dude
Can you not have hot beats and lyrics too?
The two need not mutually exclude one another
What a bummer having jelly with no peanut butter
Me and my brother hit the kitchen
With ingredients for the main dish and the fixings
Mixing complementary tones, now we're cooking
Surround a sound spectrum like a pair of bookends
Need more information? Look, listen, read
Study and practice then increase the speed
Zippy lips rip it, spit it like we give a shit
Witty lids, flip scripts, tell the truth, and never quit
Dap to rappers who've mastered the craft of gab
Props to producers making beats in the lab
Turn it up! Rattle the rear view on cars near you
Make it loud enough for everyone to hear too
If it’s too loud, you’re too old. Stay proud. Stay bold
Crank the stereo. Yo! Gimme some mo!
Woo ha! Boo yah! We brewed a brouhaha
Get the moolah by making you say ooh la la
Never chew fois gras. Reach heights and stay grounded
Well fed, well read, well bred, well rounded
The horn has sounded. ANTI-GAMEface on. What!
Our brag is tongue in cheek ‘cuz our music is fun
But don't mistake thoughtfulness for weakness
Dumbed down clown emcees should speak less
Weak flesh needs a strong mind. We got two!
Need fresh beats and dope rhymes? We got you!
Some say trap killed hip hop. No, it’s not true
It’ll clot soon. Just an unfresh flesh wound.
Eww!
Fire beats and lit lyrics are here to cauterize
Ears hear the heat, giving you the saucer eyes
Leftwrite and Vishnu keep sights on the prize
And we’re fully authorized to make everybody rise!
Throw your hands in the sky, feel alive
Live in the rhythm and do more than survive
Thrive, take a chance for a dream
Dollar, dollar bill, y’all. Get the money. C.R.E.A.M.
ANTI-GAME so fresh and so clean
Leftwrite and Vishnu, we said that we’d get you
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2. |
No Royalties
02:47
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Pay no royalties. Sample yourself
Find an old spice and believe in yoursmelf
It feels so nice achieving more wealth…
Or so I heard, I’ve been deceiving myself
Beats and rhymes have been increasing my health
During them times when I’m not breathing as well
Assuming that turtle temperament; not leaving my shell
Music and family came and they retrieved me from hell
That’s a whole different story to tell
Now I’m feeling so swell
Vishnu’s got my hands towards the ceiling, for real
The track’s completed, revealing our skill
The sample’s 7 years old. And yet I’m feeling it still
It’s nothing magic. We ain’t healing the ill
We are ill. And we’re stealing the bill
And that’s the dealy; the drill
There’s no concealing the spill
Hit you with the breakbeat fill
Followed by that squealy harmonica trill
ANTI-GAME
No budget
Making music for the simple fact that we love it
ANTI-GAME
No question
That we don’t give a damn about who we’re impressing
ANTI-GAME
No nonsense
Keeping it catchy without sacrificing content
ANTI-GAME
No stopping
Getting old fast. Slowing down? Not an option
Exhume a tune written one afternoon
Next to the half bathroom in the backroom
Just a tad soon on the downbeat a bad loop
We had to make do with what we had dude
Clean up the slop with pristine sample chop
Lay hot drums on top that pop off with an ample drop
Knocking your boots, high tops or sandals off
Lock it up, render it down and hand it off
To Leftwrite to write some tight bars
Rife with insight into life no trite memoirs
That incite me to write my parts
Original! The only style we bite: Ours
We might spar but never stray far from loyalty
We’re water and flour not water and oil, see
We royally broke with no budget for fees
So we sample ourselves for free; pay no royalties. Yo.
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3. |
Highwire
04:06
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Tearing down the path mad fast in a mad dash
Like a badass until I hit a bad patch
Almost had a bad crash, yes it’s true
Turned into a sad sack stressed and blue
Then I had a flashback of two cats who asked
When you're strapped for cash why choose to rap?
Why go through that? What if you’re too wack?
We’ll take the chance for the love, never lose that
Can I get a true that? (True that) That’s that
Forgot where we started let the mood get too black
Get a new crew track, get the groove back
Leftwrite, Vishnu, boom bap and a few laugh
Time to time you get caught in the grind
Tired, uninspired, distraught in your mind
Working overtime, trying to climb
Uphill and be ill but your skills decline
When you're inclined to whine and be resigned
To the bottom line, and just try to sign
On the dotted line, you gotta realign
The goal you hold with your soul and shine
Press rewind
Best be reminded of stress free times
Leave behind any mess we find
Lest we undermine fresh beats and rhymes
The quest to the shrine is one steep climb
Every track must impress and be sublime
Coalesce the skill and the will divine
They must not divide they must be combined
The heart is the ark where the spark resides
Leave that part in the dark and the art will die
Cut the root and the fruit withers on the vine
Don't blind the third eye leave it open wide
Keep all the plates spinning
Keep calm and keep grinning
Keep living and loving
Keep forgiving, keep sinning now
Wear many hats and play many roles
Seek to achieve peace, reach peaks,
Learn, teach, and touch souls
No time to rest my head. Get out of bed
Get my daughter dressed and fed
Kiss the wife, I see her off to work
This is where my idleness often lurks
Toys and cartoons, books and chalk
A mini me, see the ways she looks and talks
It’s hard to record when she wants to play
She’s stuck in fast forward. Can I pause today?
Hope and pray. Nope, no way
She read Dr. Seuss. I wrote two eights
Lay her down for a nap and lay down the track
I’m an acrobat practicing my balancing act
Rap and sing for the love and cuz I got the knack
I’m a Big Papa and I got my swagger back
With Vishnu, this crew serving up a fresh stew
A dish brewed using better produce than the rest do
But still not here to impress you
Just blessed to make tunes and express truth
We are youthful spirits with old souls
Cold coals cook no kettles (Heat it up)
Roaring waters won’t settle (Stir it up)
We’re speaking through speakers (Turn it up)
Eager to be heard, doing what we love to make a buck
Baby girl is waking up, I better get to making lunch
I need to help out more around the house
And do some laundry ‘cause there’s a bunch
Little lady’s telling me that she wants to play outside
It’s late October but the weather’s still nice
Hit her with the bug spray cause in the country
We gotta fight fleas, ticks, and lice
A slight breeze knocked down by my trees
Dances with my daughter in a shower of leaves
It’s hard to believe what can be achieved
My earbuds are bumping Vishnu’s new beat
The melody’s sweet and the drums are slapping
It’s on repeat. Maybe lyrics will happen
My kid is laughing and chasing the dog
I’m getting work done so it’s a good day off
If the hard work’s fun then it could pay off
If my head stays hard and my heart stays soft
She wants to hear what I put in my ear
So I say, “Come here,” and I give her a listen
It makes her smile. She starts to groove
Hands in the air, her soul position
Pure joy in a moment
Our sole possession, we own it
She teaches me what it is to be
Completely free with eyes open
Lyrics leap into my mind and mouth
Let’s go inside, I need to write these down
Dinner, bath, book, snack, and a little TV
Snuggles on the couch and now she’s off to sleep
Kiss the wife, now off of work
This is where my gratitude often lurks
My music, my life, my kid, my wife
My fam, my crew, my love, my truth
My youth is passed down to my youth
My truth is passed down in this booth
Today was a good day, just like Cube said
Get into bed, time to rest my head
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4. |
Themepark
03:09
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It’s Vishnu the true blue, half of this rap crew
That use skills to pay dues and break through
A no frills dude who builds ill grooves
That will thrill you and make you make moves
Vishnu the true blue, half of this rap crew
That use skills to pay dues and break through
A no frills dude who builds ill grooves
That will thrill you until you say WOO!
Before my ANTI-GAME debut, hey I prayed through
The mic to the rap gods that I stay true
To the art, to the science and ANTI-GAME too
May we always stay friends, amen, begin phase two
Pave new pathways that will amaze you
Blaze through and see drivel shrivel like sautéed shrooms
Leave cliché crews snafued in dismayed moods
Parlez-vous hip hop? Then bienvenue
Welcome to Rue Vishnu lame tunes will need new
Brake shoes upon rendezvous with Vishnu who
Aims to put an end to yay-hoo’s inane spews
So stay tuned for another round of his strange brews
No day too askew they can’t elate you
Lay blooms on gray tombs reanimate you so make room
For Vishnu! Say who? Forgot my name way too soon
One more time to remind you this is take two
Call me Leftwrite
I live a blessed life. A beautiful daughter
I got the best wife. I got peace of mind, so I rest nights
Inside this chest, pride. This is not a test flight
Necks might snap when I bless mics. Fresh, right?
Am I hype enough to excite? Yes. You guessed right
Leftwrite. Flesh white, but less like the next guys
On websites rife with unsalted French fries
But, braggadocio doesn’t suit me
Just move me with an uber-loopy beat and keep it super groovy
I love the Super Troopers movie
I never shot an Uzi
But I do enjoy a Gentleman Jack in a Jacuzzi
I grill a steak juicy. I’m laidback, loosey-goosey
I hold on loosely to the pen and tattoo me to the loose leaf
Truth speaks when I think with ink
Mucho prose flows when the hose unkinks
So distinct, crisp and refreshing like soda drinks
My sound slithers sideways like a cobra slinks
Again, it’s Leftwrite. Def tight, deft rhymes
Handwritten and text typed
Plus a voice that does more than just check mics
Call me Leftwrite, Leftwrite
Of Anti-Game we hit your brain like a lead pipe
Call me Leftwrite, Leftwrite
These rhymes are falling of the vine, man, they’re red ripe
Call me Leftwrite, Leftwrite
Of Anti-Game we hit your brain like a lead pipe
My name is Leftwrite, Leftwrite
We on the go, we know nothing ‘bout that redlight
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5. |
Somber Spring
04:35
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A laid back delivery fell from the giving tree
How cleverly man staged the death of chivalry
Riddle me this or riddle me that
Is is time to retire or just fix a flat
Mix and match an itch and a scratch
Yolk faces crack up when eggs don’t hatch
Maybe it means something
Maybe it doesn’t
Maybe it’s all related like brothers and cousins
Maybe it just sounds good and feels good too
Forever staying to thine own self true
A two man coup, a fu man chu
I feel the Earth spinning in super slo-mo
Which hobo just pitched the oboe? Oh no!
Uh, I did
Too many homosapiens
Gotta find a place to escape again
Let’s get some food. I’m thinking Mexican
Well okay then
I blow the harp on some Biggie Smalls
Not too loud, damn these skinny walls
Damn this cell phone too many calls
Getting to the goal without any stalls
Isn’t any life at all
Stop and smell the roses
From the petals into the noses
Those sweet scents are sent into memory
Before opportunity’s door closes
An owned moment with little spent energy
Time’s ticket’s first class, no delay to getting older now
Un-expectations are waiting at every turn
More weight upon them shoulders now
The ability to adapt comes with that live and learn
Fire burns, but that was already known
Being childish isn’t cool when you’re already grown
No happiness stems from a bitch or a moan
And egotism is a stinky cologne
Feels good to be home. Feels good to get away
Feels good to feel good. Good god, I gotta say
A lot of days run together, a marathon that carries on
Word is bond for everyone, but some glue isn’t very strong
Just waiting on epiphone’s appearance
But it’s mostly ideas cluttered with creative interference
One day from there, looking back at here
A few more grey hairs, a smile, and a story to share
Another season change, a reason to rearrange
The decor from the floor to the ceiling in your brain
Redesign your mind home before you find time’s flown
You gotta get up, get out, get going or get gone
Yo
I don’t recall procrastinating at all
I always hit the ground running never dropping the ball
Although I’m getting a bit older and I got a spotty memory
There might be a couple of times I’m not remembering
Who am I kidding?
I’ve been spinning my wheels since the beginning
Sleeping so hard on my dreams I shit the linen
Till I woke up in my early 30’s worried that I’m not making a living
Off the gifts that I’ve been given. Huh.
Hindsight is a funny thing that can leave you wondering
If you should remain a blundering underpaid underling
Scurrying for security that money brings
Cuz no one wants to hear 30 something guys try to rap and sing
That shit is real
That’s how I feel
But is it true?
What should I do?
Spit it like this I must resist the urge to be a pissed pessimist
Dwell on negative shit like missed goals tell myself that I must persist
On the path I’ve picked despite the risk, fully commit no asterisks
Procrastination is hazardous there’s no second chances after this
With mic in fist practice this craft until I master it
Love must be the catalyst no emphasis on avarice
Depression I ain't having it grabbing this chance to be
An alchemist and change my negativity to happiness
Metamorphosis of crappy crabbiness to lasting bliss
Therapy through crafting catchy hits with a friend
See our sessions through until our seasons end
And when we fall we'll somersault through the winter, then spring up again
Somersault through the winter, then spring up again
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6. |
Break!
01:50
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It seems like they're liking it
Yeah but they look hungry
And people got to eat
Whether they're city or they're country
Good thing we run our own concession stand
Yeah that's the plan!
Feed these people, thank them and shake their hands
A meet and greet, a bite to eat, and back to their seat
Full bellied and ready to hear the album complete
Let's make the announcement while the popcorn pops
While the drinks get cold and nacho cheese gets hot
This is the intermission
We appreciate your decision to listen
Head to the lobby for a snack
Or grab a drink from the kitchen
We will begin again in a moment
We’re here to spit it real
And provide you with audible enjoyment
This interlude is brought to you by those two dudes
Leftwrite and Vishnu
Cooler than the ice hole you fish through
Wish you were here, hearing us live
we’re just grateful you selected us
So many albums out there are just collecting dust
A brief pause to give the audience applause
If we’re rebels, you’re the cause
Absorb our oozing grooves
A head wound wound with gauze
Thanks for listening, from the real us
Zed and Boz
Two large cokes one popcorn and a nacho
Got it
One filet mignon rare with a bowl of gazpacho
What?
One corndog, one oysters Rockefeller, 86 the shellfish
You know we don’t sell this?
Yo, what the hell Vish?
We gotta give the people what they want
No we don’t, we gotta give ‘em real sound without a front
Truth
As a matter of fact this little snack, candy, and chip shop
Is closed for business
Let’s get back to the hip hop
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7. |
Treehouse
03:09
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If you step to Left and V’s treehouse
Heed the sign in the leaves you’ll see it reads
Wack emcees: Keep out!
No longer wee sprouts, can't believe we've matured
While others burned, a blur of growth spurts birthed learned firs
Undeterred when absurd things occur
With each somber spring, assured their stings bring rings earned
We’ve turned our attention to the forest from the trees
From cutting down to getting down on bended knee to plant seed
We understand man’s needs need plans B and C
Feeling antsy when we can’t seem to make life can’t grant the grand dream
So we’ve planned a grand scheme, planted the damn tree, a species
That will grow to be the evergreen L and V team
Speaking metaphorically will branch out and leave your crew defunct
With just a wee chunk of the rap sap we extract from our tree trunk g-funk
Throwing shade from the boughs of our treehouse
Whose roots reach out
From the Midwest to the edge of the deep South
Spout wack raps? We shout:
Weak steez emcees make like trees and leave
Peace out!
Honing skills in the treehouse, where wisdom seeps out
We sit and sip sap at the tip top, loving hip hop, wearing flip flops
Every drip drop of blood, sweat, and tears
Reappears and rings clear as music to your ears
These here wack rap hacks are not tough acts to follow
They’re all bark; their logs are all cracked and hollow
Containing no content; a shell of rotten nonsense
Constant incompetence creates a costly lost sense
Of what’s honestly quality and actually good
We carved a boom bap bat from I wish you wood
Vishnu would swing it. Leftwrite will sing it
We think before we shed leaves and we still bring it
Vishnu’s the woodsman. You better axe somebody
Chopping samples and cutting tracks til his stumps are bloody
Listen buddy, better climb down, it’s time to rhyme now
Better yet, leap out and keep out. Peace out! Be out our treehouse!
Heads in the canopy, feet on the ground
Co-Tree-E-Os, and our business is sound
Try to lumberjack our style but you can't strip our crowns
We stand tall (Timber!) while they all fall down
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8. |
Egohumble
02:50
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My spatula tongue turns words into omelettes
The phrases I can’t stomach, my mouth vomits
The comets comment on my star-like quality
But I’m in a hard place to rock solidly, so follow me
Follow me if you feel free, if you still breathe
I’m building on a feeling that won’t leave
A blazing internal inferno that burns so deep
Tireless energy fills me, I’m not concerned with sleep
I leap into the crowd, where I’m allowed to be loud
Proud to have found my own voice, my own sound
I break ground on a foundation
Constructing a bright future
Put on my sunglasses and grab my tools to do work
I’m a wiser man now, but I was a fool first
I mix heat flashes with cool bursts
Who’ll search with me for answers to lost questions?
Alone or with an army, to victory’s where I’m destined
I’m blessed in uncountable ways
Insurmountable raised ridges block pathways to the bridges
Climb, fly, swim, wait tables, and wash dishes
Vicious wishes for riches and possessions
Only lengthen my list of transgressions
And enhance my hatred for status obsession
I said Aha ha ha ha ha!
I make use of what I have
Before I harvest, I grow
Before I reap, I sow
So this so-so solar entity can truly glow
A hot cup of G.I. Joe and knowing’s half the battle
I’ll project my voice until rib cages rattle
That’ll be the day I can say I finally made it
So today I face fear, I won’t delay or evade it
I’ll parade it down the street and announce its defeat
One task complete, find another and repeat
I speak on behalf of the weak
On behalf of the dumb, the mute
I stand before the path pavers and salute
I don’t refute the obvious evidence
That my sentiment; it’s sediment
A thin layer in history piling up
Until that fateful day when my part is finally done
I’m just another one
There’ll be another one
And another one
Here comes another one
Yo. Yo
My runaway brain makes tracks out of raw cuts
Rehashed scraps and a tall cup of Starbucks
Caffeine plus rap fiend and a laptop
Brew hip hop that’s hot to the last drop
Cuz I'm going for mad props
While growing a cash crop
Sprout like a weed through the cracks in the black top
Spout heat with a backbeat as a backdrop
Criticize wack slop with a bit of smack talk
But rap pop’s not hip hop’s last stop
It’s just something new to amuse the youth so what’s the use
Of verbal abuse true rap though it may dilute
Recycles and reboots in an endless loop
And to tell the truth
It gets spruced up by the youth who give it a boost
That's what we need
Fresh faced farmers planting seed
Not grumpy old men like left and me
Especially when lyricists seem few and far between
So it’s up to you
If you're new to the craft here's what to do
Tip your hat to the cats that came before you
Bite styles of the past till you crack a tooth
Then find your own stee and trust your own groove
Then young emcees straight bust a move
Do what you do got nothing to prove
But you could choose to leave rap improved
Thus concludes my PSA
Please stay tuned I’ve got more to say
I’ll rock this mic till I’m old and grey
But before I proceed fold hands and pray
Om narayanaya vidmahe
Vasudevaya dimahe
Tan no vishnuh pracodayat
Invoke myself and then I rock the spot
But I am the spot
And I'm you too
Advaita baby, it means not two
It means Vishnu, all pervasive
No boundaries, no limitations
No individuals, no separation
But appearances are so persuasive
Go behind the mind past all sensation
Seek peace and release in liberation
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9. |
Oddyssey
03:29
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Take an Oddyssey with two of hip hop’s oddest oddities
Dropping these prophecies against thoughtless novelties
Shoddily constructing audio lobotomies
And calling it the hottest? Please. The best policy is honesty
Honestly, we lost the rap prodigy lottery
So we logically gotta be training mentally and bodily
Not haughtily assuming sovereignty, while planting seeds patiently
And making sure they’re all fed and watered properly
See our property is free of wannabee emcee weeds
That ought to be taught to see necessity of pedigree
They say, ‘Let rap history remain a mystery’
That’s why we’ll be remembered while they fade into obscurity
Oh! There we go with the old braggadocio
We’re breaking out the square while most rappers stick to do-si-do
Okee-doke. So you know, these bros oppose status quo
Dog and pony shows of phoney flows and baloney boasts
Left, he’s the homie most close to my heart, we’re paired
Like a joke that boasts both a dick and a fart
We’re rap counterparts, greater as a sum than apart
Partners that dispel the stark dark from the art
With the smart heartfelt spark we impart
We’re part bark, part lark, all emcee eating landshark
Upstarts working damn hard to make a damn mark
Brick, mortar, hammer, nails, boards on a hand cart
Rattle the gate of our castle with a ram of bland art
We’ll cackle, jump up to battle, slap hands and man the ramparts
Me and you (Leftwrite and Vishnu)
One odd two man crew
That’s sworn to not conform to well worn rap norms
Not brothers born this bond was formed
It’s me and you
It’s me and you
Anti-Game. Not the same. We gots a brain. Got the name? Anti-Game
Not ashamed to sing refrains or put emotion on display
Nowadays, rap music creates malaise and has parted ways
With its artist phase; now it only pays?
We don’t buy it. We don’t riot. We don’t diet and we don’t hide it
We can knock it ‘cause we’ve tried it. He who denied it supplied it
What up, Co-Pilot? Sup, Co-Pilot?
Hop in the hip hop chopper; Let’s fly it
Up, up, and away. What’s up with the date? Oh, how time gets away
There’s not enough in the day. Yo, we got something to say
Be yourself. Free your mind and seek peace
Follow love and chase dreams til the day that you die
Stay off the microphone if you spit it weak, emcees
ANTIGAME don't hate the game. We only demand a supply
Of tunes infused with good moods or hood grooves
To be moved to in Ugg boots or wood shoes
Just come original
Be a skillful individual. Let lyrics be literal
Remain musical. Remember, content is critical
Forget forgettable, stay indelible
May your actions never be regrettable
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10. |
Next Episode
03:46
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A passive agressivist stands on a precipice
Fisted pen and twisted grin in a blistering wind
A mobile home grew roots, it’s now an edifice
It's time for advice from a brother, sister, or friend
Spend no more moments wondering what’s ahead of this
Keep bright eyes peeled and keep listening in
After the genesis, must come the exodus
This one is for real, no longer just for pretend
A question riddled citizen is bracing to get hit again
Complacent comfort comes crashing down
Pay closer attention with Paxil and Ritalin
Pay up says the drug dealer, who’s laughing now?
So few sources, yet so many middle men
Stepping back from the edge is hard without asking how
But taking the plunge only ensures the villains win
Turn around the victory trumpets are blasting sound
And the guitars are in perfect harmony
Nothing can bring harm to me...at least not right now
And that sound, it never brings me down
And I’ve found that just the right keys
Can be the right key to opening the door
Artistry is calling, sick and tired of falling
Never too tired to get back up
The music is soothing and it keeps me moving
Even when obstacles begin to stack up
Clueless, without a to-do list
Rubix cube confusion, needing a shoe and tooth fix
Moonlighting as a monkey that can do tricks
For a few tips while showing the restraint of a Buddhist
Passion comes before cash in
Half-hearted efforts get left in a trash bin
No one can be spared without first knocking down the last pin
Vish, pass the aspirin!
My skulls throbs as my lonely heart sobs
My soul rests while my body lives life
My mind works out all of my problems
But always just too late, too late
Took some time to work on my timing
Filled a few books searching for meaning
Made some music and I saw a beginning
Still not finished, no, no, I’m not done
In fact I am just getting started
On this brand new leg of my journey
My story continues to be told
Stay tuned for the next episode
Just like that we’re back let the cameras roll
We all act in the cast of this lifetime show
Never know when the season's gonna to be done
It could last or go fast even ‘fore it’s begun
There’s no reruns so we gotta do our best
To live fully face death with no regrets
Nonetheless, one can still become depressed
Feeling powerless to grasp a lasting happiness
I digress, positivity is the best defense
When life leaves you in shreds, beats your head senseless
To end this, project your own sense of purpose
On a malleable world neither valuable nor worthless
Deathless, birthless, breathless, life breath, spoken and wordless
Soundless sound abounds around us now, have you heard it?
No. Maybe my mind’s playing tricks on me
There’s definitely a precedent of times that it’s picked on me
But with certainty I can’t un-see the unity
It certainly moves through you and me, proves we're true and free
New view of reality, no more fundamental mental
Fallacy of duality
Monumental mental malady of a personal me
Complete with a backstory to take personally
Replete with a deep sense of inadequacy
But I can't be a “me” existing only transiently
It’s my stee though I probably I ought not be
Awkwardly offering thoughts on philosophy
This is hip hop please stick to the proper themes
No one wants a wannabe hip hop Socrates
Want to rock with these green teens properly?
Just proffer up another offering of misogyny
Drugs and thugs busting slugs from their armory
On an auto-tuned harmony, how much harm can it be?
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Peace Out
01:45
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Before we say peace out to you
Your fam and your whole crew
Leftwrite and Vishnu
Wish to extend you another thank you
For choosing to use your time to listen to our tunes
Yeah
And if we may, shout outs are due
To our fam and our crew
There is no Leftwrite and Vishnu without you
Without a doubt you've seen us through
So these shout outs we send to you
For your support of these two cohorts
You know who you are and we love you
We say peace out to you
Your fam and your whole crew
We say shout outs are surely due
To our fam and our crew
We say peace out to you
Your fam and your whole crew
We say shout outs are surely due
To our fam and our crew
Okay, it’s time to go
The theme park’s about to close
Take the highwire down it’s the end of the show
Time to hit the road with no royalties to show
Spinach and acorns running low
But one thing you can know fuh sho’
We’re never somber spring forward the progress nevers slows
You can bet on deck are hot flows for the next episode
Another ego humbling oddyssey through L and V's Treehouse
Wait and see, for the time being, peace out
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ANTI-GAME
We are Anti-Game. A two man crew: leftwrite and Vishnu. We rap and sing. We write lyrics about real life. We love rock, hardcore, emo, blues, and R&B. But most of all we love hip hop. We want to speak words worth hearing while making heads nod. We are two dudes that have been friends for too long. Our budget doesn’t exist, but we do. We are Anti-Game. We make music. Thanks for listening. ... more
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