Rain

8x
Tip tip tipper tap, tip tipper tap

Drops hit the sidewalks, tip tipper tap
Gray skies stretch long, tip tipper tap
Hot cup of coffee, tip tipper tap
Chattin on the morning, tip tipper tap

Roadways slick lights, tip tipper tap
Wool coats pulled tight, tip tipper tap
Razor winds blow tough, tip tipper tap
Warm stream toes up, tip tipper tap

4x
Sittin on the porch listenin to tipper tap

Gray clouds roll along, tip tipper tap
Sit low on the hills, tip tipper tap
Sky like a dull mash, tip tipper tap
Winter made of soft light, tip tipper tap

2x
Walk thru the streets in between the tipper tap
Keep my head in some beats, boom tikka clap
Grown man’s boots walkin on a wicked path
I stay in SE like that pickup by the trap

4x
That good Rose City life, tip tipper tap

Grim

Some things constant, don't change in the drift
I stomp my lanes all the same in my shift
The game and the gift I was drained at the rift
but remain I exist on the plane, I insist

Forever with the fanfare, common folk, street level
Type cats who didn't catch Obama's hope
Son of a native son who don't trust your promise note
Still makin all ends meet, domino

See me out there with the heat, it's improbable
Duct tape with weight on the street, it's illogical
I would not wait on a beef, keep it topical
And I'm away on retreat with a popsicle

Gangster shit, I'd rather not but if the plot
Will rot through the floor like acid blood through the slots
I don't know a lot but my fam in some blocks
Will not tolerate that mess oh no they will not

And some dude will wonder why he's mopped on the spot
Lights out for good he went wood when it popped
Street legend immortal the talk of the shop
A lesson for those who feel destined to top

Still a restless day dreamer, heathen and a true believer
Raised in an age where you could die for sneakers
So it's hard to hold faith, turn away the seekers
The trope is a fiction, the killer’s not a preacher

I’m not one either, we are the everyone
All indulge in fantasies of what we’ve never done
I’ve got a thousand ways I could have been a better son
Some things sidelined for days that never come

Arena

Now it's now, how now brown cow, the
Leader loves a kow tow from yes men downtown
Showdown at high noon, it's quarter past ten and still
Half the room about to die soon before it ends

They love pretend in virtual Colosseums
But then it still spends cuz it's where we all see em
Meanwhile the real world is crumbling to Eden
Now more than ever we all scream for freedom

Moms says it all moves in cycles, the flags and the rifles,
Small men who start war over trifles
They demand loyalty, like off brand royalty
Let's go kill some brown folks and set their oil free

Vox of the metropolis and farmland fury
The hands that keep em aggravated, stirring up the slurry
If you spin it fast enough it all stays blurry
The ones who built this mess will never see a jury

What, me worry? We're cracked to the core
Cornered and the world flipped, we're back to the floor
Got the values you need, racks at the store
As long as you can afford, slaps to the poor

Fake faith in Christ makes a joke of belief
Claim to love life while guns choke the streets
Cowboys stories, the good guys in white, with gats
And clear eyes, but they love a dirty fight

Beacon

3x
Beacons, beacons, I'm just dropping beacons
Beacons, beacons, I'm just dropping beacons on the weekends

Nos

I accept the things I cannot change and can't get pressed
If the world ends next week I got plans for the rest
Take my daughter to the ocean in a hella cute dress
If we all die anyway then fuck that extra stress

I cherish every second that I’m with her
Even when she’s bratting out and jumping on my triggers
The little hands that reached out to gain understanding
The little eyes that shined from her first moment landing

Everything changed from the morning she dropped in
They say it’s a cliche but the world really stopped on a pin
The difference that a day makes when new love begins
The truth is I wouldn’t want to be the same again

Now we shine brighter, it pushed the sky wider
The path got clear and I straightened out my visor
Proud son of South E, scenester survivor
Now with my greatest glitch, a bona fide franchiser

, Cruzat and father ain’t even bothered
Tiny tyrant toddler and her favorite furry monster
Best gig of all time, Papa
Every day stronger like a young Queen Kong

Latest in two long lines of scrappers and boxers
My loopy little goofy, dainty dolly doctor
Best addition yet to the roster, she sees and she
Conquers and prospers, my clever daughter

Sol

Some folks determined to live their lives in conflict
Even worse they stoke it all for profit, the turn of a terrible
Topic, keep em addicted and myopic
It’s all about the butter, bay-bay, who gonna stop it

I accept the things I can’t change, this much is true
We won’t change each others’ minds and you’re wrong, so fuck you
Whole gang of hypocrites on thin ice, fuck you
Pick and choose the scriptures you like, fuck you

I was taught to fear G-d, I don’t think that you fear G-d
Or if G-d were to speak that you could even hear G-d
Your daddy is a devil in the deep, this much is true
You choose the company you keep, so fuck you

Cowards who don’t want to feel the shame, fuck you
The powers that seal us in the game, fuck you
Grandad was a racist and a lame, fuck you
And you’re turning out just the same so fuck you

My grandfather was kind of a racist too, fuck you
I can love him and recognize that it’s true, fuck you
We’ve all got some work we can do, fuck you
And it’s not all about your little bruise, fuck you

Some folks determined to keep fighting
Big Brother Dave told me don't ever stop writing
We’ve all got our callings, this much is true
And I’m gonna keep talking my shit, so fuck you