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1.
Chorus: I got my backpack, windbreaker, snapback Time to hit the road so that people know that rap’s back I really hate to leave but I gotta pay my dues In hopes that we make it through, In hopes that we make it through Verse 1: You got me creeping your profile It’s been a long time with no smiles, whoa child You got me gripping my mobile Getting paid off rap, so wild! All I ever wanted was to be on shows See the lights with the neon glow Yea every single evening yo! But now you got me questioning what I’m leaving for Nikes on big stages why’d they ever leave your floor? Lonely artist with a bill full of roaming charges Shallow girls chat me up like they’ve been the ones that’ve know me longest Give me the eyeball, until it’s last call But I’m just trying to sell a shirt, give em size small Then I stick and move, to a different route And try and block out the fact that I’m missing you Gas station food, cheddar smokies I’m gone now but when I come back this country better know me! Chorus: I got my backpack, windbreaker, snapback Time to hit the road so that people know that rap’s back I really hate to leave but I gotta pay my dues In hopes that we make it through, In hopes that we make it through Verse 2: I’m seeing all these passing city signs My voice so shot, that I’m sounding like I’m 65 Buck that is, not age wise I dunno if I’ll make that long in stage life Ya it can pay nice Or it can pay none But you just grind out Until the day’s done One night you play for kids who all want your autograph The next night you play a show for nobody except the staff It’s weird how it goes but like our beards how we grow When we slap hands with rap fans til they clear out the door Grab a glass raise a toast to the mighty West Coast Then onto the next show, Red Bull, Espresso So when I’m doing important stuff just know I’m not ignoring ya You very hard to find like jobs in Victoria So I will never board it up or bring tears to your cornea As long as you don’t Courtney Love and stop me from recording stuff Chorus: I got my backpack, windbreaker, snapback Time to hit the road so that people know that rap’s back I really hate to leave but I gotta pay my dues In hopes that we make it through, In hopes that we make it through Verse 3: Misunderstood, just trying to put my city on I’ll never get as much play as a Diddy song But that pop is corny like Jiffy Pop In someone else’s shadow like I’m Diddy Kong Too secular to Christian too Christian for secular Forget genres compare me to a nebula Cuz my shine will never be recognized til after I’m gone Now that’s some call and response! So when I say hip... You say replacement Cuz hip-hop is old and fell down in the basement And I don’t have enough money for a nursing home So I moved it into my heart, fed it verses and poems Now it’s regaining strength from my nourishing flow In 2 weeks, we’ll be out on the road In 2 weeks, we’ll be out on the road I put on for the west til they lay me to rest, it goes! Chorus: I got my backpack, windbreaker, snapback Time to hit the road so that people know that rap’s back I really hate to leave but I gotta pay my dues In hopes that we make it through, In hopes that we make it through
2.
Verse 1 (Transit): I’m flippin the script, internet kids Are now my syndicate yea I kick it old school, like it’s kick the can In ya neighborhood I’m translate to paper good I made it on the charts next time, I’ll stay for good They call it college rap, they need a bigger campus I’m more than studying and partying and liver damage They need an inner bandage when I deliver Transit That dude you saw your favourite bands with or on your bandwith But still, I aint no youtube hit, No Watsky that’s nerdy like bluetooth sets No, this aint nerdcore, and this aint hardcore This is far more doing parkour on the Earth’s core I went from rockin’ em open mics to giggin’ at a coffee house While they sippin’ their Polar Ice, I’m on defense like Gordie Howe Rappin about hockey now? Probably just so cocky now Soon he’ll be laying the the same garbage down Like Bobby Brown and Pacquiao rhymes Cuz all the rappers use the same punchlines But I wanna say more like Wyclef sayin’ one time Yea so every city I travel in & every bit of calloused skin I do it for the people sick of anthems with mandolins & violins Bringin’ the beats over on top charted land Hip-hop Alberta fam, That’s the circumstance Chorus (Obey The Crooks): Put my city on the map, put my city on my back, every time I lay a track & they keep on yellin’ out (Transit) Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid, Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid! So to them, I am heaven sent cuz I came with the real & I came to represent! (Transit) Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid, Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid! Verse 2 (Transit): Rappers claim to be the king of 403 Like they ignoring me, & all my royalties Like they forgot all the things I’ve done for Calgary From formal speech to meet & greets to reppin’ the city cordially They get caught up in their own head like coral wreath But turn the dial to Much & I’ll show you where my chorus be I put Calgary hip-hop in Maclean’s Magazine While these dudes put rhinestones on their baggy jeans You got rhymes you got lines ya that’s great to see But my product erases your lines, call it aging cream & it’s not just that I’m being boastful It’s that I’m hopeful, that the West Coast of Canada will reach more than locals & that my city will rise up as hip-hop moguls Take the game over, Waddup Jaynova Waddup Natural Ensemble this aint over! Chorus (Obey The Crooks): Put my city on the map, put my city on my back, every time I lay a track & they keep on yellin’ out (Transit) Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid, Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid! So to them, I am heaven sent cuz I came with the real & I came to represent! (Transit) Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid, Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid! Verse 3 (Madchild): Look I don’t care if you show up in a black Bentley Your whole style sound wack & you rap gently Chain hit ya chest, bangin on the dashboard Kid I’ll erase your whole career like it’s a flash card Kings over Devils, I’m a sober rebel Spittin’ venom like a cobra you’re below my level Transit put his city on the map I put my country on the map you’re like a dunce they way you rap I hate hipsters with shape shifters & real hip-hop record crate lifters Til fingers get blisters The whole world’s gone to Hell so I’m a bandit It’s Mad Child & Transit smashin’ on these panzies & I’m an underground legend you cannot harm me, I was messed but now I’m straight & I’m in God’s army Youth is wasted on the young, that’s a true gift But now the kids are listening to me to hear the truth spit! Chorus (Obey The Crooks): Put my city on the map, put my city on my back, every time I lay a track & they keep on yellin’ out (Transit) Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid, Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid! So to them, I am heaven sent cuz I came with the real & I came to represent! (Transit) Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid, Go Get em Kid, Go Go Get em Kid!
3.
The Grizz ft. Kyprios (free) 04:14
Verse 1 (Transit): In 1995 I was 6 years alive When my Dad told me the news I got a sparkle in my eyes I remember it, yea It wasn’t just any day When I found out Vancouver joined the NBA It was a big deal for Canada With thumb tacks & tape I put the banner up I dreamt of the jump shot while they dreamt of the gum drops Slam ball on the trampoline while others did the bum drops I loved watching the Grizzlies do their thing It was a new regime when we got Abdur-Rahim But the season got locked out in ‘98 & when they came back Big Country gained a lot of weight They never won every season was tragic But in ‘99 man we got the second draft pick So maybe things, were looking up after all & we could be more than the laughing stock of basketball Chorus: In my room (Kyprios) In my room I sat & wondered (Kyprios) I sat & wondered Where could my baby be? (Kyprios) My baby left me, she went to Memphis Verse 2 (Kyprios): The gave me the rock it’s like the same day they took it away Vancity, when the team came, embarassed our name Apparently blame, the errors that came Started with a white boy, drafted, with no game Who needed rogaine, footwork & had a fear of traffic They drafted him for marketting & demographics They coulda had Ratliff with that draft pick They chose Big Country & we got our ass kicked As if, Heisley ever gonna, Leave the team in the town of Marijuana Now them was goners Memphis go to work boys! The jerseys sucked, but still I rocked the turquoise It was the politics that got us after all & they tease us like a new team is coming back to y’all I’m mad they had to fall, Francis w/ the casket call Love my city, but man I miss the basketball Chorus: In my room (Kyprios) In my room I sat & wondered (Kyprios) I sat & wondered Where could my baby be? (Kyprios) My baby left me, she went to Memphis Verse 3 (Transit): People ask me: “So do you cheer for Memphis?” That’s like cheering when dudes french-kiss your exes That’s like cheering for Lex Luther or dem looters After the Stanley Cup giving a bad name to Vancouver I’d love to sit with David Stern & maybe have a word Bout how he let the team leave how could he have the nerve To move the team pre-mature & give Shareef the word To load the plane next to Dickerson & Tony Massenburg & to be super honest, they even moved the Super-Sonics So being a fan in Western Canada is super awkward I mean we still have Steve Nash But all I really want is for them to bring my team back & nowadays, the dollar is stronger So if they moved em back we’d get some stars on the roster Mr. David Stern, bad move Sir, signed sincerely The fans of Vancouver Cuts by DJ CrossWalk
4.
Baby Duck (free) 04:23
Chorus: Scar tissue that I wish you saw My heart miss you but I wish you well Me I’m nothing but a lazy mutt, with a little Baby Duck Swirlin’ round my paper cup, so go and fly Go and fly little birdy, make a few friends on the way on the journey I’ll be eatin’ BLT’s, playing VLT’s & that’s the way life’s supposed to be Verse 1: You left your jacket at my house Gum packet in the pouch I remember when that piece went in your mouth & it transfered to mine when I laughed it fell out So many memories, it used to be “you ready b?” (Jay-Z voice) Now it’s let it be, that’s why I walk around town like I got heavy feet Cuz these anxiety attacks won’t let me sleep I heard you got a new man, ya that’s awesome Another set of ears to bleed off your problems If he’s Donnie Osmond then I’m Rodman Chillin’ at the bar with the Goblins & Conmen I wish you nothing but conservative happiness May you settle down & avoid all the rowdiness As for me, I’mma stay up til 3 o’clock Order a pizza and watch Seinfeld re-runs! Chorus: Scar tissue that I wish you saw My heart miss you but I wish you well Me I’m nothing but a lazy mutt, with a little Baby Duck Swirlin’ round my paper cup, so go and fly Go and fly little birdy, make a few friends on the way on the journey I’ll be eatin’ BLT’s, playing VLT’s & that’s the way life’s supposed to be Verse 2: Ya you’re all I really ever knew Ya you “R” like what comes after letter Q You make me wish, that I was just a better dude Instead of scoping other tables looking for left over food I’m like a tuxedo t-shirt, I mean well and I might get a cheap smirk But you want someone to bring home to Mother well, You’ll never see me being towed by my cumber belt, naw That aint my style of ball, I live off Michelinas and Tylenol Not like those other rappers who go and buy the mall I’m tryna buy it, next day return it saying that the size too small I’ve been done over, love hung-over For you I bleed myself dry, blood donor There’s plenty of fish in the sea But I feel like I’m drowning I never like swimming anyways Chorus: Scar tissue that I wish you saw My heart miss you but I wish you well Me I’m nothing but a lazy mutt, with a little Baby Duck Swirlin’ round my paper cup, so go and fly Go and fly little birdy, make a few friends on the way on the journey I’ll be eatin’ BLT’s, playing VLT’s & that’s the way life’s supposed to be Verse 3: Was our time too long like a geek bandname Or was it short & sweet, like cheap champagne? I can’t decide all I see is your Grandma’s eyes Super happy, that you finally pushed that man aside So walk away, ya heel-toe And smell a real rose Only flowers I smell is Febreeze in my steeled-toes But I would rather wear a blue collar than one attached to a leash Kapeesh? It’s time to up & leave So happy that I let it go, no more Glee episodes No calls interupting all of Aaron Rodgers throws I used to be a dog chasing a girl like Coppertone Now I’m on my own clickin’ my heels on the Cobblestone But still every time I hear Scar Tissue, I swear I really miss you, I really miss you PSYCH I freakin’ hate you! Chorus: Scar tissue that I wish you saw My heart miss you but I wish you well Me I’m nothing but a lazy mutt, with a little Baby Duck Swirlin’ round my paper cup, so go and fly Go and fly little birdy, make a few friends on the way on the journey I’ll be eatin’ BLT’s, playing VLT’s & that’s the way life’s supposed to be Outro: Blood on my pallet Love is a callous That only grows tougher When life is so tragic I need to write a ballad Cuz at least heartbreak was cool in the days of Poison & White Snake Insteada white-faced drinkin’ poison til the night breaks That’s why I carry round my heart in my mic case It’s hard with you, harder without you Scar tissue, time to sing it without you It goes, Scar tissue that I wish you saw My heart miss you but I wish you well Me I’m nothing but a lazy mutt with a little Baby Duck Swirlin’ round my paper cup So go and fly, go and fly.
5.
Demi Moore (free) 04:12
Verse 1: They say they don’t even know you anymore They’ll either bruise or cut ya, like Demi Moore Tryna keep a level head like steady pour While still tryna blow up before I reach 24 That’s the life of an entrepreneur Half addicted to fame, half alms for the poor It went from hobby to a mission To earnin’ enough to live with Now I’m tryna stay humble, not a cocky contradiction Kinda cool, cuz I’m hangin’ with celebrities Inevitably, friends turn to enemies Over jealousy Movies on the rise to success are inaccurate The path to it, is longer than 2 hours, no closed captionin’ But these kids just seem adament, on money and the baddest chicks Immatating Mac & KRIT & look at all the props they get From the very few, who said they would be there for you But couldn’t stick around now there’s nobody to share the view Chorus: The night time is almost ours Verse 2: And there’s a reason why these kids love Scarface Something out of nothing you can see it over our face We’re students of the game, study even the vocal dubs Til’ we rock at local pubs & dream of gettin’ global love First time recognized at a restaraunt, feelin like a star Like Cancers & Capricons They don’t tell you that the biz is like a battle up in Babylon They just tell you keep calm & carry on The baggage is too heavy, for a carry-on That’s why we lose so many friends on this road we travel on I used to only do shows for my friends & family Now at my shows there’s nobody that truly knows me Dear God please humble me! Before I get animated like bubble speech And if I die before this drops let em know I had good intentions But Satan’s inventive with tainting incentives Chorus: The night time is almost ours Verse 3: All we want is a little bit of validation Signin’ autographs feels like graduation A crowded room can cloud your view of those not proud of who You amounted to, down a round or two in padded rooms All I wanted was to see my name on venue signs And then I saw my name on venue signs Now these so called “friends of mine” Who claimed they’d rep til the end of time Claim that I’m not genuine so let it die It goes the show then the after-party Chachi kids in abercrombie Maserati’s, Daddy’s Audi, drive around crashin’ parties It gets old but we love it That sense of adrenaline That’s why we keep peddlin’ & work to stay relevant From pre-teens to college kids & anyone who rocks to this The night time is almost ours It’s ours if we don’t call it quits

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Calgary Chamber of Commerce www.calgarychamber.com
Converge Studios www.convergestudios.ca
Market Collective www.marketcollective.ca
Mercury Recordings www.mercuryrecordings.ca
Metro Magazine www.metronews.ca
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Sofa Media www.sofamedia.ca

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released August 21, 2012

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