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released August 21, 2012

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Track Name: In Hopes That We Make It Through
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
Track Name: Go Get Em Kid ft. Madchild of Swollen Members & Obey The Crooks
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!
Track Name: The Grizz ft. Kyprios
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
Track Name: Baby Duck
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.
Track Name: Demi Moore
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