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Nice Things

by Dollar Coffee

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1.
Comfy 03:52
Verse 1 BS: Comfort's the reason for my survival Stress is a virus, relaxing is vital Regrets are mistakes, treat mistakes like type-o's when live moves fast you need to drive slow   AR: No don't get it twisted, call me hedonistic... And here's the reason why: Pleasure ain't the sole goal of my endeavors I just think being comfortable is so fly   BS: Catch me at home, eatin' pasta Netflix on, rockin' boxers Sippin' Jameson, laidback posture On my do-that do-that re-re-lax-lax proper!   AR: I drink delirium tremens from a plastic sniffer Sittin' on the roof eyeing the big dipper in slippers No underwear, I prefer the open air Focused on my jewels like a debeer's picture   BS: Don't mind if I do make myself at home Piss with the door open, charge my cellphone Rummage through your fridge, peek in medicine cabinets Drink your last Coke and take your vitamin tablets   AR: I like booze that's easy to sip on I also like shoes, especially when they're sip on And that does not make me lazy... It's the 21st century: efficiency, baby!   Chorus:   If you don't care 'bout what folks think You just do what you do, drink what you drink Say what you say, go where you go Act like you act, know what you know Then you're feeling the way that I feel, And you like being comfortable. Then you're feeling the way that I feel, And you love being comfortable.   Verse 2: AR: I love being comfortable, muy comodo I'll trade you my blazer for a silk kimono I like to live life according to my ways So every work day is casual Friday.   BS: No Geechi Suede, cleaning maids, Cashmere sweaters or fear of being lame Fitted? CHECK SB's? CHECK Clothes are clean enough (sniff) ready to jet!   AR: Went to a bar in Soho, then I said "Oh no...", You step inside, I will not go. Porque?? A twelve-dollar corona is beyond loco, Comprende? I don't give a damn about your ambience Bartenders speaking French, though none of them come from France Mediocre cocktails flowing like a fountain, No one's horny, they just want out their uncomfy outfits.   Chorus If you don't care 'bout what folks think You just do what you do, drink what you drink Say what you say, go where you go Act like you act, know what you know Then you're feeling the way that I feel, And you like being comfortable. Then you're feeling the way that I feel, And you love being comfortable. Bridge: (BS & AR) So comfortable, so comfortable (x3) AR: Like having sex on top a unicorn that's riding a cloud!   Bridge: (BS & AR) So comfortable, so comfortable (x3) AR: PSA y'all!   Verse 3   AR: Comfort does not have to be unprofessional, Going to work smelling like sweaty testicles. You can be comfortable in your skin, Without it being slimy like canned fruits and vegetables BS: Your disgusting comfy, Makes me uncomfortable. You smell like rotten lunchmeat, left in the sun a month or so. Swaggin' about like your ass farts roses White-tee, pit-stains, hella' halitosis I'm standing and I STILL smell your feet, the wreak's reach has gotta be 5 feet at least! Dead-ass, you got t-minus 3 to hop up in the shower, get to brushing your teeth Earthy don't mean dirty, get that ass to the beach or we're just not friends anymore --- PEACE!   Chorus If you don't care 'bout what folks think You just do what you do, drink what you drink Say what you say, go where you go Act like you act, know what you know Then you're feeling the way that I feel, And you like being comfortable. Then you're feeling the way that I feel, And you love being comfortable. Bridge: (BS & AR) So comfortable, so comfortable (x3) AR: Like doing nude backflips on a memory foam mattress!   Bridge: (BS & AR) So comfortable, so comfortable (x3) BS: Like you're walkin' on water, rockin' satin silk slip-ons!
2.
Verse 1 AR: Hey, how you doin', my man? Down for a little conversation? Oh, you're too busy right now... Paper chasin' and rat racin' I'd proclaim “what a shame”, but we both know it's a game Pretend to listen while scripting our next phrase Now, on to the next one, my favorite bank clerk Smiling courtesy is just a part of your work You don't really wanna know how I have been, What I've been up to, who I look up to What I believe, what I hope to achive And if you did, who's to say I'd trust you? I'm just another transaction, required interaction In a trance we walk the earth, play acting passing for passion I'm asking that you let me past your outer defences Abandon the hand-dug trenches, give us a shot at genuine friendship. Our lives are far from endless and this much I know: A seed with no water lacks the impetus to grow. Let's go somewhere where small talk can't survive, Far beyond the rabble rabble...just you and I.   Chorus: (AR) So many lonely people, not enough time Let's discover one another one line at a time. So many lonely people, not enough time Let's get lost, see what we might find.   Verse 2 BS: Hold up...slow down Once more, then I gotcha I don't listen welllllll My thoughts are helicopter Blades cutting through your hot air It's not like I don't care Just between the static and the buzz between my ears   It all fades to a clear, blue sunny day Hello what's up all good? ok - word - i'm on my way It's normal to sache, past the passe in passing ques que ce? que pasa? what was it that you were asking? I blinked and lost your words Eyes linked, thoughts unheard Our heads nod yes but neither party's been reassured. There's no receipt of communication without impolite implications and we both care enough to stay complacent (word)   Yo I gotta jet - damn shame but I''m runnng late, Exit stage-left with a smile and a handshake. Walked away like "Hit me up if you're back in my hood" Thinking then I could tell you if it's really all good   Chorus (AR) So many lonely people, not enough time Let's discover one another one line at a time. So many lonely people, not enough time Let's get lost, see what we might find.
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My House 03:54
Verse 1   BS: Hour after dark, 10pm on the mark and it's frickin' cold out Union Square Park, when's the cypher start? Grey said 9 we said "No doubt"   AR: Should've known better than you show up on time, No reason to whine...more evening to rhyme I am most inclined to remind y'all here How hip-hop sounds when it's improvised   BS: Speech on the fly with a gleam in his eye Spittin' about anything within reach of his mind: Mullets on short skirts, gold chains, ripped shirts current controversy with the Catholic Church - Whatever's in range is free game and creates a verse no other moment could hope to contain   AR: Proponent of ownin' the moment, the only onus is on the shoulders of the bogus I'm ridin' donuts around opponents!   BS: WHOOO! Taggin' in, taggin' out!   AR: People gathered round, time to really turn it out   BS: 3 cheers to commandeered ears and no peers here to switch gears and drive away the crowd   AR: No doubt, emcees with ease I feel more at home than a set of draperies With a slew of new things and a cool winter breeze We're more welcome here than the birds and the bees   Chorus 1: No roof over my head - this is (MY HOUSE) Strangers walkin' around - this is (MY HOUSE) Grey bricks beneath my kicks - this is (MY HOUSE) Starvin' artists but we eat inside of (MY HOUSE)   Verse 2 AR: Hop a downtown train, Brooklyn-bound Exit the platform, follow the sound Walk into a building that resembles the city of Dresden – after being burned down.   BS: Jungle juice next to DJ booths laser lights, strobes, and projection rooms Bum-buh-bum goes BOOM-BUH-BOOM you can feel the bass shake foundation to roof   AR: Rattling rafters   BS: Chattering glass   AR: Crumbling plaster   BS: House of wax   AR: Dance floor packed BS: from the front AR: to the back, I need a drink BS: Yo i second that!   AR: DJ M-Tri rockin' proper When a drunk girl trips, spills a cup of vodka   BS: Yo that Goose is cooked! AR: So is the sound BS: Crowd now rowdy mulling around AR: If we're gonna do something it's gotta be now BS: If we're gonna do something, it's gotta be loud Let's hit the stage, give 'em more than static AR: Throw your hands in the air? BS: Classic! AR+BS: Throw your hands in the air, and wave them like you just don't care If you wish that girl didn't get so drunk everybody say "Oh yeaaah!"   Chorus 2 (BS & AR) Your roof over my head? - this is (MY HOUSE) People walkin' around - this is (MY HOUSE) Concrete beneath my sneaks - this is (MY HOUSE) Starvin' artist but we eat inside of (MY HOUSE)   Verse 3 AR: 5 blocks North BS: $10 at the door AR: No dough needed BS: We're hear to perform   AR: The bouncer, could not care less BS: Checks IDs AR: Nods BS: Point's left   AR: Step inside, ready to jam and spot more mean muggers than Homeboy Sand   BS: Stand by the bar, nowhere to post-up "We rockin' tonight" Bartender's like:   AR: "So what?"   BS: 9 bucks for a whiskey soda?! Fine, but when I sip mine, I only taste Cola!   AR: 5 later   BS: Still sober   AR: the lights dim so we saunter over the first cat rapped like a source mag centerfold   BS: Really well dressed   AR: But the music wasn't memorable   BS: Next cat, lyrics but no flow AR: Okay to read, but live... BS: Oooh nooo AR: Oh yes BS: If I gotta sit through another set... AR:: Ayo we're up next! BS: Rush the stage, dap the DJ AR: Start to rock without pause or delay BS: Heads turn AR: Moods change BS: Mean-muggers now call for replay! AR: Finish up on a Mic-L track BS: Walk by the bar, free shots of Jack!   Chorus 3 Any where roof over head?  - this is (MY HOUSE) Anybody walkin' around?  - this is (MY HOUSE) Anywhere that I go?  - this is (MY HOUSE) Starvin' artists but we EAT inside of (THIS HOUSE)
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Chorus: (BS, AR, & Rabbi Darkside) Wall Street and the banks fucked us when they had the chance, So I say 'Fuck the economy, let's dance!' Everybody steady sweatin' personal finance, but Fuck the economy and let's all dance!   Wall Street and the banks fucked us when they had the chance, So I say 'Fuck the economy, let's dance!' Fuck the economy! Fuck the Economy! Fuck the economy! Let's dance   Verse 1 BS: When economic symbols crash, not a single's in your stash All you can do is laugh 'til it starts to move your ass and your body starts to dance, can't count on an advance but I was never good at math anyway Current currency's back-breaking inflated and motherfuck the banks taking all of my paychecks They're song and dance tries to dictate our savings with words emptier than my monthly statements But Through song and dance, we make it through the payments Funds not needed for fun, this is a reclamation What I'm sayin' is we're taking the slave ship NOW By brute force of entertainment Ben Frankly, they don't care about us So in God we - No - in WE we trust Take that and generate some more interest Fuck the economy! Can I get a witness???   Chorus   Verse 2 AR: Are your savings in need of saving? Is the amount in your checking account not checking out? Check it out: one culprit was a lack of regulation, So I'll gladly get my Warren G on and start regulatin' Regulating what exactly, you ask? Well, for starters what America has done with its cash We gave a broke junkie a stash, with no questions asked, And then honestly expected it back? I'm lindy-hoppin' while the stocks are droppin', Forfeiting stock options for some poppin' and lockin', Cause why purchase no interest CDs, when I could cop CDs from MCs that interest me? FDIC...not a chance! DITC for breakbeats makin' you dance, And the only liquidation that I'm tryin' to see Is sweat pouring out your pores profusely, you follow me? Chorus   Verse 3 Rabbi Darkside: Everybody grab a partner No means No Here’s the party starter Dough see Dough Got my dancing shoes on tapping on corporate memos Capital gains get taxed stomping it like flamenco Risks undetermined internal revenue serving I'm doing the Pee Wee Herman while Disco Infernos burning Blame it on the middle men Punished is the little man Just your average citizen stuck doing the chicken dance I’m a rebel with nerve in the federal reserve Stash my money in a mattress while your cheddar turns to dirt I ain’t got no portfolio so maybe ain’t got shit to say Maybe it’s supply demand but I think that it’s kid and play Bank notes ain’t notarized bankers blowing conga lines Filling up their shopping carts I organize electric slides Lock em away I’m in the stock exchange with nothing but pocket change Fuck the economy!   Outro
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C.R.E.A.M. 03:14
Intro (Jimmy McMillan of the Rent 2 Damn High Party) (AR) You look mighty tired, bags beneath your eyes Love falling asleep, dread having to rise Dollar Coffee has arrived with the needed kick start A caffeine burst headed straight to your heart (BS) Drip-drop, double shot, right up out the coffee pot, sugar in the raw for flavor Steaming hot, sweet and dark, winter, spring, summer, fall, a la Cart or fresh from the bodega! (AR) Forget Dunkin Donuts and the Starbucks chain, Dollar Coffee tastes the same, can be bought with change And though this city may change, cheap java is a staple Drop an extra dollar cop a pastry or a bagel (BS) Right about there's where the mean-mug fades, Get ready, get set, start your day Body stimulated, if your mind gets bored, grab a pour of the other Colombian pure! ----- Coffee Rules Everything Around Me, Cream! Two sugars! Dollar dollar bill, y'all! (x4) ----- (BS) Can't slack on my coffee grind or my brain's plagued by withdrawal, headaches, and I j-jitter in place I chug cups of caffeine 'til my hands shake cuz I only see my dreams when I'm wide awake (so) Coffee stains my breath, coffee stains my clothes, Coffee caffeinates and hyper-stimulates my flows I read, I write, I listen Morning, noon, and night a dollar gets me a cup of ambition Bankers in pinstripes pay with crisp bills while bums cough-up nickels and dimes Nowhere else can you find these two walks of life at the same place at the same time NYC's IV'd to the dollar caffeine moving to the beat of the drops' drip Standing in line my mind drifts to my fix, eyes lava-lit, a buck and some dap and I'm back to my java-script ----- Coffee Rules Everything Around Me, Cream! Two sugars! Dollar dollar bill, y'all! (x4) ----- (AR) New York City, city that never sleeps Cause the nightlife is bumpin' and the coffee stays cheap From the Upper Westside to the streets of Brighton beach There's always fresh Dollar Coffee within reach (check it) In every borough, Dollar Coffee is ubiquitous Iconic blue cups picked out from great distances, Only one liquid is held inside A brew infused with those robust grinds So when you're way too drunk? Dollar, Dollar Coffee! When you need to wake up? Dollar, Dollar Coffee! Test you might flunk? Dollar, Dollar Coffee! Myth to debunk? Yup - Dollar Coffee! BS is Cuban, he's cafe con leche Albert's Irish, so pour that Jameson baby Dollar Coffee, your favorite legal drug dealers Caffeinated, educated, spotlight stealers ----- Coffee Rules Everything Around Me, Cream! Two sugars! Dollar dollar bill, y'all! (x4) -----
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Verse 1 AR: Another late night, rolling into a Slept-in morning and a deadline close in sight, I've got t-minus 2 hours not just to write - but polish and perfect so this piece is gramatically tight Otherwise I might swap a cranky editor for angry creditor And live an autentic but unpleasant bohemian life Homelessness really bites... Cell phone off and tossed in a desk drawer, Herbal tea to keep me aware and nothing more, Batteries removed from the remote and windows closed, Surely productivity must be in store when...   Bridge 1 Bang, bang, bang! Who's knockin' at my door? I already paid the rent and I'm the only tenant living on this floor...   Verse 2 AR: A food delivery? I didn't order anything so quite a mystery But it's pulled pork smoked over hickory, so I oblige in a simple act of chivalry now back to my artistry, Ten sticky digits later... a power-nap appeals to me more than an article for the local paper I need a miracle, I'm gambling with my gainful employment And cannot afford the wager. Major crunch time, embrace the subject, Get excited over the newly proposed city budget! One hour? Rhymestein you can do this! Wait...your stashed phone was on silent, right, stupid?   Bridge 2 Ring, ring, ring, who's blowin' up my phone? If that's not news of an inheritance than please leave me the hell alone...   Verse 2 BS: Work hard, play harder 3am just came home with somebody's daughter   It was as simple as some drinks and a cab ride All goes well, this won't be our last night   Arm around her shoulder, I'm leaning in to kiss her neck About to peck when her phone beeps, Which she checks, Turns around and says we should order breakfast Aight I'm with it long as I can get up in it when we finish   Things got hot and heavy, I'd say more but legally my gentleman's resolve's gotta hold steady I was an overready drunk and sober medley Eyes fixed on the hips of Ms. Older Sexy   Bridge 3 Bang! Bang! Bang! Who's knocking on my door? Dude's there but the food's not   Hold up, wait... "GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR!" I don't wanna die like Tupac!   Verse 2 BS: He points left, With his handgun Damn son I was on some different kinda Magnum 'ishhh   Stop to think and it hits, Pretty Miss is the missing link - Holy shit! -   Duffel bag, by the kitchen sink and half my things are between me and this player in pink   Son! I been set-up, that's what I get UGH! Never thought using my powers for libido'd end up like this!   Fuck it I'm pissed But I force my mouth shut and eyes reactionless. I got renter's insurance and there's more fish in the sea   This'll be over 'fore you know it B, breathe (when)   Bridge 4 BS: WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP! That's the sound of the police And they're right outside of my house Burglary reported by a man On his delivery route
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Verse 1 AR: Relationships are a curious thing, Like a big band dance who can't manage to swing And the difficult thing is they're harder to grow, Like orchids transported from tropics and dropped in the snow We took it slow...friends first, affection second Hand-crafted the needle then lowered it to the record Over the years grew together and separate Never separately, that's the key subtlety oft neglected My art, you respect it, you're a writer yourself, And all the books read and collected upon your shelf Physically reflect a passion for language and words So your criticism is genuine and keeps me at work. A dreamer met a genius in a universe of simpletons, Cemented to a concrete belief in superstition And when he stopped to listen, she started to sing My materialism is you...my want thing.   Chorus: (AR:) You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world (x3)   Verse 2 (Dru the Monster) I give you love, i give you pleasure/ You a star, the one i treasure/ Its hard for me to measure/ How far i am from heaven/ With these feelings that i got for you/ Call a doctor to....pull the plug i would make my heart stop for you/ But would you do the same? Different story/ I started sensing a change, the cash didn't bore me/ I dont mind spending bread if you're in your glory/ But now i wonder if you ever really did adore me/ A gold diggers attraction grows quicker, in fact/ Ya nose bigger, thats a known fibbers reaction/ actually i know you're lying even tho i still hope you're trying/ See the coats you buyin'? I work my ass off/ You checkin price tags for a skirt to match?! Please! I dont think so/ You ain't gettin' handouts, tryna live in my world? You ain't gotta stand out/ it's a want thing.   Chorus   Verse 3 BS: Second I saw you, knew we're getting married Through the misunderstandings twisting happy with the angry   I love you - HATE you 'til I can't even stand me Freebasing love attempting to avoid gravity   The royal 'We' never worked, still the pauper's spell-bound Stare stuck on rose thorns in the old crown Ripped off when coaster sprouted outta merry-go-round Buttercup build me up, don't break me down   Depression daily, mania nightly You caught dead middle of my mind cycling Still you stood by me and my changes in psyche 'Til I slipped, lit a cigarette and you caught my lying   The asshole had the princess Ace Rock once fabled but lost her when the ace up his sleeve fell on the table Still, the worst storm clouds birth the brightest rainbows That's why the other side of my bed stays cold 'cuz   Bridge AR: You're the kind of girl (x2) Want thing (x2)
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Verse 1 BS We need 50cc's of adrenaline STAT! Man on his back glued to the floor of his flat Jimmy Hendrix acid tab sweating through his fitted cap, Relapse rehashed through the flesh of a cracked back   When in Rome, act like a Roman Hit it once and the effects were sewn-in Wife phoned-in, paramedics flown in He left Earth with his words, holding his cojones Verse 2 Dyalekt I've got a tendency for elegant ideas that crawl to the finish When experts agree they wouldn't last a minute Like Iron Mike on VH1 when he lost his riches It's a contradiction (word to Robin Givens!) Spill it all like BP when the relay starts The wheels fall of and we skid and we make sparks And maybe we ain't smart or careful or reverential We're potent...'cause we make the most of potential Chorus Ihsan Potency, chemical reaction leave you scratchin' your head Potent the lyrics, but did you really catch what they said? If you wanna buzz, it's gonna hit you and then You'll need a lot more coffee just to get out of head Verse 3: brokeMC No need to brag, your feedback will leave your cheeks slapped It's hard to face like a free-balling teabag Rollin' up strong while your weeds whack We keep it dope, believe that (welcome to the relapse!) Steepin' the deepest of secrets, to cook 'em and eat 'em Sneak up on cretans to geek 'em Don't stop believing, it's a journey to sink your teeth in And if you're only so-so, then you better know that that's what you'll be reaping Verse 4: AR Bunson burners boiling beakers filled with mysterious mixtures, malodorous tinctures, Herbal remedies whose recipes never reach the populace like apocryphal scripture. I postulate the apothecaries of the known world were intoxicated when they first saw the fuller picture The possibility afforded those whose distillations and chemical combinations could cause fate's flower to whither... Chorus: Ihsan Verse 3: AR, BS, brokeMC, Dyalekt It’s potent, the spokes of the wheel we roll with It’s potent, the handfuls of clay we mold with The solvent to cut the BS on the pulpit Brimstone fire lit scripture left smoldering Scalding, bold like the wolves that close in The calling, transform energy to motion I’m all-in, walkin to the centipede solstice Buggin', wiggin' out til the spell gets broken Frozen, staring at the ghost of the poem Still underground, no wins for the molemen Pavlonian Molotov, kerosene, soak it The omens, the chosen, commotion, explosion Quoted, when thoughts dreams and hopes are cogent Spoken, sermons unnerving the theologians Laboratory vials, the gun still smokin' Alchemist, scorched earth re-birthed golden Chorus: Ihsan
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Nice Things 03:08
Chorus: BS: Damnit goddamnit AR! AR: Damnit goddamnit BS! BS & AR: This is why we can't have nice things! (x3) This is why we can't have nice things! Na-Na-Na-Na Nice Things!   Verse 1 BS: You want the flat-screen, you want the new apartment You could be saving money but you've mistaken your wallet For a roll of Charmin, without thinking twice Credit card swipe 'til your ass-set's wiped clean   I mean, dude, you can't freestyle a budget! Savings are for saving, that means before you touch it Last thing coming out your mouth should be "Fuck it" But you blew a thousand duckets to brew beer in a bucket!   (AR: Shut up!) I know this sounds like your Mama's rants but if your Mama saw you try to go to work in those pajama pants (Damn!) she'd slap the fear of God back into Dan and You'd go from beer snob to preacher like your Dad!   Man, You haven't worked out once in your life How's that beer belly saving you from thieves in the night? How you gonna protect that $800 bike you've used Umm...like...I think twice?   Chorus   Verse 2 AR: Bradshaw! You're about as fiscally responsible As Wall Street investors without morals or legal obstacle But at least they got dough, my dude When you were broke, what did you do? Cop two new tattoos... You've been rockin' those same dungarees For so long it's a miracle they ain't burst at the seams, Seems they've never even been near a washing machine, Started off a light grey now they're dark blue jeans... You love those black and milds I can hear it in your heavy breathing! You love drinking 'til you're cross-eyed, What stranger will you try to fight this evening? BS means Barely Sober, Boisterously Shitfaced and the night ain't over, I should go come earl-ay, but I'll end up behind bars Spittin' bars with you 'til it's bright and early like... Chorus
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Verse 1 BS: Hanging from my very first sun and my very last moon There's a pendulum swinging splitting my days in two:   Here and now, Came and went So I nickel-dime the knick of time until I'm all spent   'Til the top-half of my hour glass runs out of sand, I'm catching minutes by the second like it's tick-tock sleight of hand I'm funneling seconds to miles and son'ing sun dials 'Til Father Time turns around and calls me Dad   Time is relative Cousin to memory Governed by perceptions of cyclical melodies   You can save time, kill time, make time, waste time have a great time -- all at the same time   But I make sure I'm maxin out my face time If there's an after-life I'm sure there's a long wait in line To clock back and cross the great divide So I'm tasting every single moment taking my time   Chorus Jelani the MC: I move, you move keep it right on time Could be two steps ahead but a second behind I move You move Is time controlling you or you in control of your time? (2x)   Verse 2 Premrock: We living in intervals, integrated with Information the clock has indicated That I am late for my interview Fuck it I'm telling fate she can wait Cause I'll be damn if I'm forced leave the table without me scraping my plate We all quantatize minds in the eye of clock Synchronizing our rhyme try to thicken divine plots Now I'm Looking for my stitch in this time Before mine stops Cause it's all just a flick of the wrist to God's watch For losing my visceral grip And time stops Like which one is the shepherd and which is the livestock Sun groove to the metronome Click. Now bow down to the almighty measuring stick That goes tick tick Welcome to the Terrordome bitch Now move quick Like keeping me sequentially drunk as truth shifts But that noose doesn't fit, your confines don't define me Watch how quick I slip, go ahead you can time me Chorus   Verse 3 AR: I close my eyes for a moment and an hour is gone, Mesmerized by a playlist of favorite songs, I close my eyes for an hour and it's only been a minute, Bored behind belief in a meeting that won't finish. I feel a pawn when dictated by external limits and stuck doing the same routines. Runnin' around, steady sweatin' my entrances, when asked whether I'm stressed (who me?) It's all relative really, perception is king Strictly enforcing time is an efficiency thing Human experience, inherently subjective Is not subject to an alarm clock ring. Years ago, dinosaurs died in tar-pits This year? We're talking commercial starships Can you feel the disconnect? The enormity of change is poorly reflected by our intellect. Chorus
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Doc Brown 02:48
Verse 1 AR: It's 2011, we're riding musty subway cars I expected rocket cars folding into mason jars What a disappointment... Call the national academy of science and make me an appointment Cause ya'll got some explain' to do The child in me is frustrated with you Unless I've just been given the truncated view The promised future utopia never came true. I lived in a dream, awoke and came to In a fucked up world where it's easiest to blame you And I don't need a floating city in the clouds If there's a home for everybody I don't care what rock we're chained to... I wanna live in a world where Hungary is not a way people go to sleep, just a country So forget the Star Trek replicator, the microwave's fine for my late-night munchies.   Chorus 1 BS & AR:   Verse 2 BS: Son, where's my teleporter? and the TiVo in my brain to keep my thoughts in order? At the arcade the future only cost a quarter Little me had no idea Contra guns were 'round the corner   Thought by 2011 we'd build cities in the clouds Family vacay's literally blasting off Instead food's filled with things we can't pronounce While kids who can't afford to eat dream of being astronauts   I knew 'bout solar power when I left my T-Rex in the sandbox at age 9 Thinking later on we'll try to bring him back to life But when we run out of fossils to burn, I'll wish more dinosaurs died   I'd rather be a comet by far Shoot for the moon, and hope I hit a star If I get there I'll text you a postcard 'Til then --- I got 5 on the next one   Chorus 2 BS & AR:
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Verse 1 BS: Faded stage high, long goodbyes Bar tab open 'til closing time Roll next door - Corona, lime For the girl by my side the IPA's mine   After the party's the after party After that things start to get foggy Losing track of myself, I mean me By that I mean Dave, by that I mean - B   It's a complex, Superman vs. Clark Kent Battle for Park Ave, park view, penthouse apartments   Cuz,   Home is where the heart is   Beg your pardon but I got nothing to do Show's over and it's rained through my shoes -- your place? Aight, cool   Home is an address, Mine ain't a place   BS lives in transit, but my lease says Dave Gotta-gotta go although I'd love to stay I'm homeward bound, gotta get on my way   Chorus: BS & Doloresdae: Where you gonna go when the light's come on and the crowd's gone home and you're all alone? You can't stay here...   Where the lights get dim and the bass gets loud Wylin' out, high off the crowd You can't stay here   But you don't have to go home You don't, you don't, You don't have to go home But you can't stay here...   Verse 2 AR: Known to many by an alias, To many others the title seems alien Foreign, fake, trite, contrived A laughable, passable, masterful lie Like who in the world is Albert Rhymestein? If it's just you rapping why draw the line? Or maybe it's more than that... Maybe that line is a border that you're scared to pass Once you eliminate a pseudonym There's no questioning whether that's you or him Maybe I'm being melodramatic, but a penname Makes it easy to remain so passive. To brush it off as just another side of you When really it's show what's inside of you Excuses? Yeah I've tried a few But why hide behind stories when I could just write a few? It really ain't about a name Cause a name doesn't make you A name doesn't decide you A name along it won't break you I want to engage you off the stage Eyes locked together in a genuine gaze No self-indulgent marketing campaign Artist and man, one in the same. Chorus: BS & Doloresdae

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released August 5, 2011

Recorded, Mixed & Masted by JelaniTheMC@gmail.com at Home School. Harlem, USA.

Album photographs by VR Photo.

Layout by Dyalekt.

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Dollar Coffee Brooklyn, New York

A double-shot of hip-hop for the soul. A freshly brewed pot of body-rocking goodness. As if orchestrated by the gods of rhyme, the meeting of Brooklyn transplants BS and Albert Rhymestein was indeed the work of fate. Rooted in a mutual love for hip-hop, they began collaborating together in early 2010. Talk of a short EP quickly grew into Dollar Coffee and the debut full-length album "Nice Things". ... more

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