The Grendel: The Little Monster 1

by Saint Tellah

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The latest album from Gainesville, FL hip hop crew O.N.E.

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released August 8, 2011

Daniel Linton, Albert Love, Robert Waelder, Tim Craig, Jude Bailey, Johnny Sylvester , and Dave Melosh

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Saint Tellah Gainesville, Florida

SaintTellah is a battlin' emcee who freestyles, performs, and writes songs for you, from his perspective on the world.

He makes progressive hip hop, this ranges in flavor but is essentially rooted in: jazz, funk, classic rock, blues, and hip hop elements

SaintTellah often seeks producer's (beat makers) with different flavors in aural pleasure. He likes variety.

He hopes you like the music.
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Track Name: A Better Way Feat. Eye-Q
Verse 1
I ain’t the best but, I’m better than most and,/I can get that crowd waving like the Indian Ocean,/Get a tsunami of poonani wanna be up on me,/ But I got a girl I wanna make my wife and not just my baby-mami,/A lot of rappers seem to barter their soul,/Guess that’s why they say they’re hot with a moderate flow,/This next line will in no way be subtle,
Your lyrics are lame, let me sell you a couple,/‘Cause when it comes to my lines, you’re color blind---you can’t match it,/That’s why I’m reeking havoc with a machete and a hatchet,/Took the road less traveled than the one that’s trampled upon,/
Stepped off the path, cut the branches ‘til I got a cramp in my arm,/ Set the world on fire just so I can watch what happens,/ And laugh at reactions to my passive-aggressive passion,/Couldn’t decide between the red pill or the blue one,/Searching for a better way, so, I cooked me up a new one

Verse 2
Over and under then through the village I/ see the way of the world and what its coming to/ remember back in the day when I was a little guy/ evil weasled its way in, I was a troubled youth/ daddy ditchin’ and dippin’ until I was five/ then he came and he went and that wasn’t nothing new/ started sniffing thighs/ inseminated a wife/ he didn’t father his first and he left my uncles to/ I swore I’d never do the same and live a simpler life/ and if I ever had a fam’ we’d never come unglued/ I had love in my heart so I tried really hard/
A bubbling life promise she knew and didn’t care/ so playing the part she told lies all the time/ I had love in my heart and played the fool/ till I couldn’t igore/ the war lonely nights and the scent of a whore/ and quick fast tore my family like I did it before/
Track Name: Pikers and Pansies
Verse 1
Man listen I’m more than fully equipped/ taking candy from the babies and I’m bullying kids/ the punks begging for a handout and refusing to work/ dig it bitch its the truth and it hurts/ for every lazy motherfucker working hating there job/ who turns around and says that immigrants are making hard/ most citizens are fat and couldn’t hang at a farm/ the Saint had a stacked deck now I’m playing my cards/ and this my favorite part/ guppies I’m playing the shark/ I can smell ya blood for miles my senses state of the art/ what little focus we had has went the way of the fart/ ten minutes after shift starts/ you show up for work with your pants all wrinkled and an odoress shirt/ you never come sober and you text on the job/ and even though i smoke doja I’m not a fumbling slob/ your lifes the only one thats hard and now its falling apart.

Chorus
2x
I’m sick of pikers, and pansies/ douchebags and hoods/ I hate snotty yuppies and women thats no good/ the systems breaking down in need of an over haul/ nation on their knees with ‘D’s in their open jaws-



Verse 2
Ready set? Heres another twist/ I aint a democrat or republican both can suck a D!**/ whats good is good and whats bad is bad/ if you think you got a say so then you all been had/ living day to day your neck up under the axe/ inside control mechanisms that were born in a lab/ ego-centric self importance slanted news and a slave view/ giving up rights so big brother can save you/ it says take one they know that you’ll take two/ thinking that you’re smart but playing a straight fool/ falling for the same tricks that made germany hate jews/ I’ll burn at the stake too/ though burning I play cool/ with capitalistic priests no sermon can save you/ to beat a nation as a whole you have to weaken the mind/ and quell the seek and the find/ its why our teachings behind/ they’re no longer pulling wool instead they skeet in our eyes/

Chorus
2x
I’m sick of pikers, and pansies/ douchebags and hoods/ I hate snotty yuppies and women thats no good/ the systems breaking down in need of an over haul/ nation on their knees with ‘D’s in their open jaws-

Verse 3
If I pissed you off good if I made you sick throw up/ die jump off a bridge I’ll chalk that loss up as a cold cut/ aspartame for nerve gas/ sugar substitutes for ice tea/ round and round we go alone like gerbil wheels and taichi/ fluoride in the water has the masses dulled and weakened/ the plans are working perfectly its likely that you’ll sleep in/ just as likely that you’ll eat out/ add some puberty and hormones and most the girls will be ‘down’/ while boys are on that chi sao/ sticky hands and she meow/ bust a nut a be out/ reverting back to Sodom /roman lawyers and politicians/ collectively we’re blind to the problems thats in the distance/ I do believe in god but I aint waiting on go to fix it/ solemn but optimistic / pollen snot and I spit it/ walking cock in my fist shit/ talk the talk and I live it/ keep your organized religion and all its denominations/ while I say a prayer tonight for the slaves thats trying to make it.

Chorus
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I’m sick of pikers, and pansies/ douchebags and hoods/ I hate snotty yuppies and women thats no good/ the systems breaking down in need of an over haul/ nation on their knees with ‘D’s in their open jaws
Track Name: Sugar Baby
Verse 1
A lil’ angel she/ wasn’t nothing but a twinkle/ daddy sought to be the best of all types of people/ some thought em decent and others said he was evil/ her mama saw in him a king and she wanted be regal/ having only known life broke and her mother single/ she didn’t want to just survive she wanted to reach eagles/ she didn’t just mingle she wanted to be equals/ not necessarily Hebrew/ but one of the chosen people/ so she chose to see through/ how he satisfied his sweet tooth/ objectitied her body turned her kitty into Pringles/ pop’ pop’ it never stop/ stop make her body tingle/ the ring was heavy and the money that it brings to/ beautiful cars crafted from the hands of a man/ dim lights flickering candles in france/ they both knew before he asked she gave her hand in advance a piece of her soul died and the ambulance danced/ a piece of her soul died and the ambulance danced/-

Verse 2
Taking the road back home back home / and traveling down her spine out of the fountain of her mind / curled and the serpent poised to strike / she knew what the boys were like and liked that the boys liked how she felt / fit that tip in the belt and said they’d never love anyone else / next day new girl and he ringin her bell wit a brand new story to tell / champagne, in glorious hell / auditioning sortin out the seasonal help / sunset and the evening fell / night spread all the bad feelings he felt / feeling alone feeling afraid/ feeling his shoe size not his age / still in the zone, still in a daze / killin a poem, pissed at a dame / can’t turn the page / trying to find a new chapter/ so they never learned what happens after/ giving up a soul that glow ,that glow/ having a feel good time/ thinking its really not so bad as long as nobody actually dies/ with a rose exposed to the blistering cold morning dew drips to a spike/ petals grow sharp with the edge of a knife and now every kiss is with ice/ when your worlds like dune and the water runs dry you’ll still be in search of the spice/ be pissed if you like and dismiss this advice but there is a consequence
Track Name: Mirror Monster
Verse1
Dissatisfied with the life that I’ve subscribed/ constantly question whether or not I’m living right/ if this is truly living underneath the city lights/ let me dodge the ending let me skip the finish lines/ given a little time maybe I could mend the pieces/ complete it/ reach a brand new zenith/ phoenix and ashes rise/ ya’ll know the meaning/ even if I acted like I cared for a minute (meee-nut)/ grab what you can and if your strong then you should squeeze it/ run into the east suns dawn and you could reach it/ dreams exists for touching/ beats are meant for freaking/ seams are ripped from busting and bleeding like autumn leaves/ I got the type of luggage that you carry underneath/ but I share it with the public so people are scared of me/ and though they act disgusted really its therapy/ cause I dare to be a rarity ferrying clarity-
Chorus
2xLooking in the mirror and I thought I saw a monster/ broke my own reflection and I started staring longer; / barely father, barely son, barely man, barely one/ hardly living though the job is barely done.
Verse2
My yin and yang are at a stand still/ that war will be the death of me/ its nothing I can’t handle/ I’ll cross the Delaware in heavy freeze/ pulling my axe up off the anvil steady chopping cherry trees/ I used to be handsome but now I’m rocking harry cheeks/ singing a fools anthem til’ the day they bury me/ born in the angst and the tidings of youth/ and a mother with disdain for the life that she knew/ fortunately pain became primordial soup/ and the mortar was thick laid with Kevorkian tool/ we all lambs to the slaughter I’m just given em’ food/ nudie magazines cigarettes and liquor to boot/ deaths a certainty I’m trying to get in the mood/ by watching movies that are deep because the viewers confused/ getting my yellow five on while I’m doing the dew/ with differing views/ embalming a tune/ Anubis imbued/ its all in the proof and the proof is in the/ looking-
Chorus
2xLooking in the mirror and I thought I saw a monster/ broke my own reflection and I started staring longer; / barely father, barely son, barely man, barely one/ hardly living though the job is barely done.
Track Name: Stephie
Verse 1
Yo, what up stephie/ pleased to meet you yeah you were kinda sexy/ but you were messy to jimmy you’re the D up alter S. T./ a lime rind bitter and kinda sexy/ nightmare on elm street brought to you by Freddie/ chill out and grab a pepsi/ would you like a nestea? / you don’t make sense like the windows after xp/ so far up his ass your not a girl you’re a wedgie/ and word from the inside is that you wanna “F” me/ and so you text me requesting if you could peep the set scene/ yes please check things its really quite refreshing/ you were jumping on the bed with the wrong batch of monkeys/ fell off and bumped your head cause you thought that you could punk me/ you aint nobodies flower you a full blown ‘cunt’ tree/ I wanted to eat but now I’m really not that hungry…

Chorus
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Bad girl, she was lying thought she was telling the truth but she’s defiant
He had to have sugar and the spices he had to have shes one of his biggest vices
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One lie two lies three lies four she was lying when she was crying on the floor
Five lies six lies seven lies eight she would give you sex and plotted to say its rape



Verse 2
Um, well pardon me / I know you’re a modern girl and its hard to be / living in a rotten world in search of hearts to feed/ your lust for combat harkens of Spartan seed/ and karma for darker deeds/ sorry well pardon me/ the assailant was whaling/ launching off the harpoons/ large enough to carve though/ even the wisest smart dudes/ not a lick of culture but posing like a an art prude/ shark tooth relationship resulting from a bar room/ conversations on how you argue/ love dead like dinosaurs drowning in a tar pool// contemplating the part two/ mending issues and indiscretions sentimental suggestions tempered in a moment/ of fleeting fickle expression kissing and dick stroking/ learned the art of clouding vision by giving him stiff motives…

Chorus
2x
Bad girl, she was lying thought she was telling the truth but she’s defiant
He had to have sugar and the spices he had to have shes one of his biggest vices
1x
One lie two lies three lies four she was lying when she was crying on the floor
Five lies six lies seven lies eight she would give you sex and plotted to say its rape

Verse 3
I’m on a mission/ exposing your light through the prism/ before he bounced to N.M./ you had him in a prison/ always used your venom whether kissin’ or jizzin’/ convinced him you were broken and only he could fix it/ victim, vixen, fire up the engine/ maniacal deceptions just a starter on your menu/ acting brand new when every particle has been used/ not that, that’s an issue against you we all people/ no body likes the ice cream unless they get the sprinkles/ you wouldn’t get shit but coal from Chris Kringle/ you manipulate the world but the earth aint on an easel/ ya evil axe murdering fruit of the devil/ so mean you make ya puppy tinkle when he see you/ abusive in ways they haven’t found to make illegal/ said he beat you and he was controlling but real control is influence without a human knowing.
Track Name: Sport Phuckin'
Verse 1
C’mon clear present vile venomous violent/ step behind the serpent spun the top off his spine/ ya’ll messing with a one of a kind/ heroic first knight when the trumpeter sign you know his vigilant sound/ sticking my ground I aint budgin’ an inch/ the fuckers a flinch/ baby it ain’t lotion keep on rubbing it in/ tumbling through the sandbox/ rappers hopping cox and giving handjobs/ but if its about a dance off i’ll holler at Dido/ he’ll holler at ya lady and then you’ll be single/ I aint just an ego/ rappers in my shadow don’t even look feeble/ don’t even look like girl scouts/ on the outside of a peephole/ carlo rossi vino/ private bailey beetle/ your what happens after precious long after the “Schmeegle’/ I’m who they call Saint Tellah – crush kill an destroy em’/ from hell breathing rhymes and puzzles for your enjoyment’

Chorus
2x
Just another boy wonder sport fucking/ grab a planet crush it to dust and then I love it/ I be the emcee with the steeze they all covet/ I be the emcee when they see, they all jump in-

Verse 2
And if you know me on a flowchart/ I’m a james dean Mozart/ sasquatch up out the Ozarks/ from hell with a couple of postcards/ I goes hard like a crowbar in sammy sosa’s forearms/ while pansies rap with no charms/ they’re blow pops/ I goes off/ but I got the arm so go long/ these cats cant fuck with “Lo Jong” (djrobzillas cat)/ the ronin brought his smoke bombs/ but he coudln’t hang with ghost dog/ fucking with this is what the French would call a faux pas/ you’ll get turned out like what the Spanish call a chocha/ and if she was a model her poster never saw the first pin/ or first pump of jergens/ c’mon lets be honest/ the only way she’d see a lense is if she started squirtin/ you was all like “dog you should a seen the way I worked it”/ I was all like dog its why your itching dick is burning/ rumbling with a scum bag/ I been there and I done that/ so take ya tale and tuck that/ and if you bust I’ll bust back/ I know you think that your a man but punk I’ll cut your mustache-

Chorus
2x
Just another boy wonder sport fucking/ grab a planet crush it to dust and then I love it/ I be the emcee with the steeze they all covet/ I be the emcee when they see, they all jump in-
Track Name: Due East
Verse 1
When the world gets cold I know where to go/ deep inside my body and til’ I find my soul/ harvest every bit of hope and then I’ll row/ harvest every bit of hope and then I’ll row my boat/ hold my own/an know my thrown/ is just beyond the valleys and the mountains of snow/ through the wrath of hell/ we chose the road/ the fold we hold closed/ through trolls and pay tolls/ and shows that straight blow/a stage and angels/ looking in your eyes I’m seeing the same glow/ breathing fog in the frost ya iris’s halo/ lost in labyrinths of passion and classical trade shows/ where people only go to see folks that they know/ sooner my demeanor is that of a jade stone/ angry and alone I’m singing the same song.



Chorus
2x
A cool breeze heavenly fan/ due east and I steadily ran/ steadily ran


Verse 2
I’m/ Embittered/ like Tabasco and a chicken gizzard/ the longest winter always has to have a blizzard/ and every blizzard needs some cognac warming in a snifter/ and every glass needs a set of lips to kiss her/ parle off my knack to be a trickster/ gesture off a twister and another sip of liquor/ slip into the distance after dinner with a sinner/ under my skin like she’s splinter and she cursed me with the ‘thinner’/ and a picture ‘just a memory’ the scent of sleeping with her/ fire to the ashes now I only have an ember/ but we’ll always have December/ moving past the timber line to where the air is thin/ voices in the night have the hero scared to live/ normally he’s arrogant/ but its obvious he’s broken and a single parent kid/ subconsciously he molded another three the same as him/ so they would know the world form the way he had to live.

Chorus
2x
A cool breeze heavenly fan/ due east and I steadily ran/ steadily ran

Verse 3
So we run and we run and we never look back/ til kingdom come lightning rains and a thunderous crash/ the nightmares and drunk slumber attacks in numbers that pass/ Fortunado of Amontillados’ Cask/ when the thicket turns to grass and I reach my destination/ my crowns within the walls of a castle thats in blazes/ and my fascination lingers/ as I’m half awaiting singers/ to tell the tale of dreamers/ fighters and believers/ fathers turned to paupers/ glass slippers turned to sneakers/ and a life that steady poppin like the signal in a speaker / the teacher turned to chaos to bring him to the ether/ a god that fell from heaven for a dayjob and a fever/ the monster giving blessings on the pulpit with the preacher/ the saga living legends and a melancholy meter/ on my honor through incarcerated peasants a speaker/ I’ll fall from heaven for a day job and a fever/

Chorus
2x
A cool breeze heavenly fan/ due east and I steadily ran/ steadily ran
Track Name: Auuugh
Verse 1
We break the barrier sound/ with our varying styles / eerie I carry the smile/ lauching my soul to outward patients/ in thoughts subliminal baking/ faking acts we acing/ renting out the pocket and though its not a Seiko/ ya’ll should watch it feeling playful/ toxic shock behind the navel/ cradle rock the caine to able/ thoroughbred up in the stables/ now a staple in ya pantry fuck the pansies and the pikers bless the single moms and babies/ saint tellahs a spriggan? Maybe/ hazy vision missing kissing the wife and children playing / ‘angry’ find an emcee break em’/ blatant disregard for self esteem/ we’ll piss upon your ego/ ‘oh you’re the primo in your people?’/ now your the hunch back begging for sanctuary on the steeple/ fire bleeding from the iris, lighting popping from the fingers/ gods inside the man/ ominous flows inside the ether/ grimreeper sensameah/ got you tangled in the speaker / now the salines intravenous nurse screaming ‘we got a bleeder!’.

Verse 2
For all intensive purposes I spit the illest verses/ with the chillest persons merging words to points like I’m an urchin/ words to lines like scripting cursive/ getting off while herbs is jerkin’/ flirtin’ with the skirts in certain/ lights she kinda worked it/ we were on the dancing surface/ popped a cabbage patch then smurfed it/ parked it then reversed it just to make the passers nervous/ I’m proud of Lisa Jervis / props to Raymon Roker/ hope to coax my angry cobra/ overdose on staying sober/ but if you truly know me then you know that pact is over/ rap to bolster back for shoulder cannons bamming class is over/ ashes smolder , ravaged soldiers/ examine damage that’s the poster/ got a wig that’s made from Samson, made a witness slap Jehova/ antagonistic activist a classic pissed provoker/ the booth is like my ‘boiler room’ and raps are stocks to broker/ on tracks that’s made by mister robzilla on a coaster/ a star about to die so ya’ll can watch me super nova/

Verse 3
With a wish for death the bitches test the high and mighty/ trying to quench their thirst they found the cyanide in iced tea/ taking the head of motherfuckers saying that ‘I can rhyme so buy me’ / victory ain’t likely/ sissies I’m in your psyche/ nobodie’d be on your shit if it had a sign that said ‘ride’ / scary enough to make the crocodile hunter say ‘kreiki’/ lithium an alkaline flowing through my I.V./ wanna hear the sound hears that toys button try me/ busted a couple of jabs and then I stuck em with the right piece/ sent em bloodied to his mamas house broken down and crying/ you aint gotta like me but kid you gotta respect me/ because I’ll take an ugly situation and make that shit sexy/ telling the bullets ‘S’ ‘D’s/ holler at ya text me/ then I’ll ignore ya message like the news that comes from WESH 3 / so heres to the lords of war gunpowder and squeeze pull it/ cause the pussies in the stores keep releasing that weak bullshit.
Track Name: The Bravehearts
Verse 1
So lemme hop up in the middle of a tender instrumental/ and put it behind bars judge jury no acquittal/ then I gave her heavy flow at least more than a little/ fickle trickle of soul/ it was cold but the temperature rose/ Saint Tellah trying ta make a name with piss in the snow/ champagne with a vinegar nose cristined the boat/ with my middle name Christopher CO/ iller than most listen the gulp that’s my foes with a dick in the throat/ Kung fu like po/ deliver crippling blows/ every time I spit shine the adrenaline flows/ if my rhymes had a smell it’d bare the scent of a rose/ with blood sweat tears coconut and cinnamon notes/ Drive- like I rented the road/ rhyme like I invented the flow/ telling myself lies cause I try to be simple and don’t/ succeed at ever saying a damn thing in terms for lamens’/ I could walk and catch you as if my name was Jason

Chorus
2x
Hooo!The planet could stay dark/ damnit we play hard and safe guard the scrolls commanding a braves heart/ stay sharp O N E hit the track and make sparks we’ve both gotta full house we’re playing the face cards - RAH




Verse 2
I had to take it back to flavor blasts from my fa-vo-rite snacks/ paper backs ‘lord of the flies’, bugle boys , and tapered slacks/ prize pupil grade the math/ stayed the path and found the finish/ made a blast without the gimmick/ and I’m always down to rip it and my steeze a mile a minute/ squared and energy’s kinetic/ I;m not bound by laws of physics/ stare and witness the majestic/ headless horse man eating breakfast toast and texas birthed my ego/ then my ego hopped a steam boat to catch up with my dick head/ drank creation through my ears and now I’m known to piss fresh/ Princess, ya’ll birthing styles off incest/ plastic rappers autta try some semtex/ -text traffic and a slurpy gas and tragedies occurring/ lifeless garbage is beating and now the galaxy is burning/ and I’m proud to be dis-tur-bed/ but your majesty I’m nervous/ all reclusive and a hermit/ I’m tank but not a ‘sherman’ / saints an Abrahams blastin’ A1 with a fifty cal of Cajun- spices.

Chorus
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Hooo! The planet could stay dark / damnit we play hard and safe guard the scrolls commanding a braves heart / stay sharp O N E hit the track and make sparks we’ve both gotta full house we’re playing the face cards – RAH
Track Name: Big Bang
Verse 1
Outta the darkness carving reality into the margin I/ started to burn the parchment imparting my starving/ I’m bargaining with a starship a genie aladdins carpet/ I’s dotted T’s crossing an all of the M’s arching/ Eye’s honest and they targeting hearts behind the cardigan I’m/ the sea parter seeing farther up on the garter I/ yai yai baby me oh my rhyme pineapple lime mai-tai’s/ thats healing like Cedar Cynai Yai/ Grind time is all the time I work for my yai yine/ I told em all before they doubt the highflying I/ I’m always down for goodtimes I’m dy-no-mite/ I’m a holler for a second promise I wont bite/ the high and mighty taken lightly like some cyanide/ I’m climbing the vine into the sky and finding the giants wife I/ I’m on my ninth life so watch me die yai yai / I’m on my ninth life baby watch me die yai you

Chorus
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You can keep the flash cash fly girls and their big ole ass/ don’t even ask for that no!/ I want the habitat where it happens at and if an ass that’s fat happens than that’s that so/ snake I throw the game I choke/ never aim high so/ the shots never graze by YO/ steady my pulse baby then I squeeze don’t pull/ steady my pulse baby then I squeeze don’t pull

Verse 2
Is it the quality or quantity, querulous, and the quandries seem, quarried in the oddysee war is within the god in me/ tortured as he fathered me/ orphaned but not forgotten me / poor but then a prodigy pushing beyond the probably/ pissing upon ya prophecy/ spitting sans the pardon me/ sentimental and sorry she sent a simple apology/ and admitted atrocities/ ashes answers and atrophie/ add an animality/ asphyxiated avatars/ clans of cannibal crack fiends/ crippled criminal convicts/ chipper winning the cash three/ commence to coughing a comet/ chilling choking and lastly/ live a little and love it/ level upping and lucky/ leary lurking lamented/ lovely lilacs and lily’ letting light in the lenses/ fire fanning ferocious/ fit and fighting the fiendish/ frying fish on a Friday/ feeling fine as I’m feasting/ final faded finales/ finish fizzle and freeze em/

Chorus
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You can keep the flash cash fly girls and their big ole ass/ don’t even ask for that no!/ I want the habitat where it happens at and if an ass that’s fat happens than that’s that so/ snake I throw the game I choke/ never aim high so/ the shots never graze by YO/ steady my pulse baby then I squeeze don’t pull/ steady my pulse baby then I squeeze don’t pull
You can keep the flash cash fly girls and their big ole ass/ don’t even ask for that no!/ I want the habitat where it happens at and if an ass that’s fat happens than that’s that so/
Classical kicking it with Wax and Goat/ O N E, Scum of the Earth we back that flow/ when Zilla and Saint Linked it was; scratch rap go/ it’s the big bad wolves out the tres five dos.
Track Name: The Regatta
Chorus
Full sail regatta/ if you got it then you got it/ if not then its not an option/ most people settle never fulfilling their callin’/ spilling the milk and bawling/ turning yellow and jaundice/ penny loafers and pampas


2x
I’ll beat the brakes off and ape it the top of the eighth/ and pull the spine out the swine in the top of the nine/ and by the end of the game they’ll remember name Mr.Saint at the gates been dangling chains

Verse 1
I never learned the meaning of quit/ fully equipped/ swinging them fists/ never seen me in a grip homie I rip/ don’t think I’m rude because I’m speaking in spit/ an breath flame til the ceiling is lit/ speech game got ya team in a grip/ neverstop hell’ah raw when I’m getting it on/ emcee’s in the corner and they pleading the fifth/ Tellah on bet it all man I’m ready to fall/ emcees in the corner and they pleading the fifth/ been poor been broke like most my life/ I aint quite black and I aint quite white/ I don’t speak Spanish so the spicks don’t like me/ they threw a bottle when I was kid just riding/ on my bike outside excited/ mama inside at night she fighting/ and she’d holler and shed scream/ that and stomping were the sound of my dreams/ so homie you don’t scare me not a little bit ‘of’ barely/ ya sweeter than Ben n’ Jerry’s/ ya needing a lil’ fairy dust to be fly/ seed in a cemetery while I lust to be live/ confused? Company move/ a little bit of liquor got me feeling the mood/ ready willing to prove the illest villain you knew/ an see the name Saint Tellah wasn’t nothing to them/ but I made a name spitting not sucking a dick/ coming to grips ya girl nutting to this/ and if you wanna get it busy gotta couple of fists/ and nothing to lose/ so step inside the grinder and I’ll crumble ya crew/ an it’s not like I’m the brightest but ya’ll bumbling fools- In this life you gotta hustle/ tooth nails an knuckles/ juke fail to fumble/ two bells to rumble/ in truth these fools is too frail and buckle/ fuckin’ punks-

Chorus
Full sail regatta/ if you got it then you got it/ if not then its not an option/ most people settle never fulfilling their callin’/ spilling the milk and bawling/ turning yellow and jaundice/ penny loafers and pampas
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I’ll beat the brakes off and ape it the top of the eighth/ and pull the spine out the swine in the top of the nine/ and by the end of the game they’ll remember name Mr.Saint at the gates been dangling chains




Verse 2
Going for mine/ I ain’t pillaging schools/ adrenaline fueled/ the mission is you/ the listeners who/ deliver the oohs ahhs and the sinister views/ getting’ in tune/ and steadily move / the heavenly muse/ better me fool? /never happen less you rappin’ and a referee too/ Subaru move/ G-Reddy to tune/ a Mario Andretti when I get in the mood/ putting the pedal to the metal never setting the cruise/ its funny rappers only spittin’ while I’m ‘effing’ the booth/ I know its questionable/ you can’t wrestle the truth/ I’m a bad man in a regular dude/ so what you ready to brew/ eleven dub an a deuce/ it aint nothing muh-fucka when I’m ready to roost/ already in the lead and I’m pressing the boost/ on some hot rod vroom/ knock knock who?/ killing em soft when I’m a tick tock boom/ quickdraw dude/ and the dick strong too/ licking a shot you only spit raw juice/ hitting the stars and I’m a lift off soon/ big strong moose and a pissed off bull/ add a little abuse and then you got yours true/ you already had the pudding/ heres alot more proof/ that i’m the goose get loose puke top shelf booze/ and when i put my shit together then the cocktails smooth/ I came to bring the pain/ aim to please your dame/ take your piece of steak/ an make your beef fillet / illah, realer, and harder hitter The Saint/ claiming that they rappin and not full filling the name/ claiming that their rappin for rocking a grilland chain/ I wish they’d fall asleep in traffic and crash on the interstate…

Chorus
Full sail regatta/ if you got it then you got it/ if not then its not an option/ most people settle never fulfilling their callin’/ spilling the milk and bawling/ turning yellow and jaundice/ penny loafers and pampas

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I’ll beat the brakes off and ape it the top of the eighth/ and pull the spine out the swine in the top of the nine/ and by the end of the game they’ll remember name Mr.Saint at the gates been dangling chains
Track Name: AUP
Verse 1
I cant tell you about your birthday and I don’t know your last name/ With that alone for speaking more most’d say that I’m insane/ But its not insane to see a flower that gets your spirits lifted/ to walk away feel connected and shortly after missed it/ as a kid to feel like Disney world is right within your reach/ because you knew that it was magic and didn’t understand machines/ or the first time man found himself upon the perfect beach, it didn’t have to have a name because its beauty took his speech like(inhale)-

Verse 2
You can appreciate the waves having never swam the sea’s/ so that’s kind of how it fits every time your face I’ve seen/ its been like gorgeous waves crashing on the perfect beach/ a mist that kissed my face and it happened just for me/ a flower guarded in the thicket behind the thorns and heavy shrubs/ I never knew I missed it till I could see it in the sun/ so there I have a taste for you though never tasted once/ and I also have place for you its right beside my lungs-

Verse 3
An/ I also wanna see how often I can make you laugh/ hell I just wanna bring what you forgot to take a bath/ and though I know I try I cant express it all on paper/ but see you hold me captive with your cutesie bashful nature/ and I’m sure if you were ice cream then you’d be my favorite flavor/ I want a chance to grow with you through hard times and the good/ I want to comprehend you when you feel misunderstood/ and if you were my angel I’d always kiss you cause I could.
Track Name: Thoughts Official
Chorus
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Suppress your inner fear and bite your aura’s bottom lip/ take a picture every couple seconds then I’ll stop and miss/ the clock will tick , the tick will pop from sippin’ bullshit she stallin/ the clock will tick the tick will pop from sippin’ bullshit she stallin’

Verse 1
On my back the thoughts official/ and the case a basket the thoughts would cripple as once again I’m facing attachment/ and fashioned idle tears so I could quell my eyes expression/ the light was irredesent and my fist retained a necklace/ I stalked my phone for sudden movements so it would pass the message/ but results were inconclusive so my mind was running recklace/ I wasn’t crying I was congested/ suffice to say my mona lisa really had my head sick/ I need that alkaseltzer effervessence for breakfast/ I knew that insecurities infringed upon my senses/ and codependence had me sitting on the benches/ like a blunt she had me twisted and engulfed me like a incense/ was it the way that she answered or the way that she missed it/ caught the message in a bottle that drifted/ she makes you feel like you won the lotto with lipstick/ gotchu thinking gimme’ cuz sugars smoking like chimney

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2x
Suppress your inner fear and bite your aura’s bottom lip/ take a picture every couple seconds then I’ll stop and miss/ the clock will tick , the tick will pop from sippin’ bullshit she stallin/ the clock will tick the tick will pop from sippin’ bullshit she stallin’

Verse 2
You’re more than just a prêt-ty glittering pond lily/ got me thinking wrong really neglecting my dog billy/ in the land of lost feelings and towers of tall dreams/ its hard to say a word without saying the wrong thing/ let the wind play chimes listen to palm trees/ swim in an ocean of your eyes and give me a small piece of your beautiful heart/ ya cute as a maltese/ even when your pissed off and using that strong speech/ my private getaway or personal long beach/ at least that’s what I think/ but you refuse to believe and I will never persue/ because I need for you to think I’m feeling better than you/ an your in me like sodium in vegetable soup / I aint peddeling moves when I;m steppin’ to you/ your thoughts wake me up like coffee an exceptional brew.

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2x
Suppress your inner fear and bite your aura’s bottom lip/ take a picture every couple seconds then I’ll stop and miss/ the clock will tick , the tick will pop from sippin’ bullshit she stallin/ the clock will tick the tick will pop from sippin’ bullshit she stallin’