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
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?
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
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...
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.
BS & Doloresdae
from Nice Things,
released August 5, 2011
Produced by Jordan Graves.
Hook Vocals by Doloresdae.
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