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Lost

by BK James

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1.
I'm back baby, in the flesh It's like like I never left But If you forgot why I'm the best There'll ever be Allow me to refresh Your memory Ponder this Sometimes my mind wanders when I take a piss A quick minute in which to reflect and reminisce And it's been a minute since I tripped But the afterglow still shines like phosphorus Shit, maybe I slipped I wish I lived A more prosperous existence I wish my philosophy Was a lot less kafkaesque This instant Yeah, I'm still a ganja head These days who isn't? Still burning herb While the outside world has gone to bed I tended to count my accomplishments But then again who didn't? Never been the type to ask permission My cognition paid a price for mental enrichment Might cost me my life or be the best decision I ever made in my life, no in the middle devision Seen enough derision for a million moods I don't fuck with haters mad about crocodilian shoes Been a social chameleon who Been dropping doodoo Through vocal voodoo Since I was prepubescent Before the presence of phosphorescence But that shit hasn't affected my message If anything it only brought me back to the essence And I'm not saying I learned my lesson I'm just grateful I had a moment to address this Quick as they accept you they reject you Try to find some refuge to protect you Where there's no room for your cousins or your nephews Out past neptune Just do you Might as well be asexual Cuz I just do me Watching movies Smokin' ooh-wee I could truly do this shit till turn 33 But I don't think I'm gonna see 34 I was raised on the floor of dirty store Pure of heart now I'm bored, bitter and sore Gimmie filthy whores galore Or 72 virgins and I'd still need more I like to snort shit that come in a pill form I like drugs so hard niggas kill for 'em Fiending for their next fix while the corpse still warm But on some cold shit you shoulda been born stillborn 2:24 And yet you were still born Infinite prayers later and yet there's still war I only care about what kind of person you are at your core Despise what you adore Ignore what you implore Offshore accounts unaccounted for for sure We off that, I inform the lore That's assured I'd die before I lived under someone else's terms That's my word I just wanna nice bird to burn the world with And go down with my when we hit the iceberg As an adolescent I ate too many anti-depressants But I was still depressed Anxiety omnipresent Reality tested, the road had seemed endless Until I was illuminated by phosphorescence I'm still reckless, Smoke bogies till I'm breathless Vapor hangs around my throat like a necklace Death beckons me daily I live every day like it's my last Right down to the second But I reckon there's no heaven And I don't fear a death or life sentence So until I catch that charge I'm a keep poppin' Phosphorescence
2.
Falling 01:20
Oh, baby I'm falling Falling Falling like the first time I smoked a boge or the second or third line I put up my nose Man, I don't know what it is with these hoes No offense This is a rap song you know how it goes Felt like I'd been knocked down By hellhounds Got a missing piece Not when you're around Get it? You're so loud But you don't make a sound This shit is gold Are you writing this shit down? Are you up to your neck in it Ready to drown? Got jokes Guess I played the clown I'll never love you more Than when I see my first son's head crown So get on and get on Or get out of town Oh, baby I'm falling Falling Oh baby, I'm stalling It's so appalling You like Look like this one girl in this drawing Are we done dawdling? We should hang out Like bats in an awning Cuz an idea is dawning On me baby maybe We should do that thing That results in spawning I hope this don't sound alarming But my heart is in the abyss And I'm still falling
3.
Wake Up 02:40
To wake up in the morning that's a motherfuckin' blessing Got your bitch caressing my neck Professing I'm the best thing Since the West Wing Undressing me Night terrors, Night terrors Had a dream i worked my whole life for a slice of white cheddar And a pair of all-white jesus-christ nikes God asked me "is you rollin'?" Said "Bitch, I might be." To tell you the truth he looked a lot like me Chillin' smoking' pot rocking' a white T Throw some chains on me I'm the white Mr. T My whole genre mystery Droppin' prophecy in my lucid dreams And when I wake up I rock stupid beats All day I blow trees I'm so dope I don't read I just speak and show steez Haters turn cheek Don't bring that weak shit around me Unless you wanna wake up with a horse head in ya sheets Not even ya birth certificate believes you were born in the streets I'm real Pussy don't proceed Nobody doubt my damn creed And if they do they get the stampede I been spitin' sick 16's since I was fourteen Now I do they same shit with a little more weed I keep my actions balanced You lack and practice abstinence Nothing happens in my absence but in the mean time I'm a continue pouring absinthe over sugar cubes through a slotted spoon for all my goons You wanna trivialize both of are lives that's fine But you won't chew my ear off on my dime I don't give a fuck what you do in your own time I don't give a fuck if you never wake up and realize I'm dopeness realized So Jesus I could heal broke minds While my own kind is a veritable fuckin' goldmine You fuckin' vegetables whither on the vine Go die already I ain't even smoke and I'm high already Wake up baked up already You fake sluts need to get your cake up already My nutsack sweaty I'm in the kitchen cookin' chicken parm wit spaghetti Listening to symphonies You're so petty, what a pity I hope you overdose And either die or go comatose So you never wake up to see That your inner face is so ugly I be yelling' "fuck you" You be yelling' "fuck me" Wake the fuck up freak Your hoe wake up next to me Gimmie peck on the cheek Then she gimmie good beak My weed reek, I admire her technique I be screaming "fuck you" She be screaming "fuck me" Wake the fuck up freak I be screaming "fuck you" She be screaming "fuck me"
4.
Blitzed out the gate with a blunt on deck Spitting razor blades And blunt objects Came from waste Waded through hate I'm a slave to bad taste And it's way too late What'd you expect? I suspect your next Don't look perplexed I'm only on point cuz I took my meds Ain't it good to feel fed? I bet you'd suspend your respect For a treat and a pat on the head On a leash, being led I never followed no leader Which made me a stranger With a broken sobriety meter I don't feel safe unless I'm in danger I smoke eights for no reason Evoke White Jesus, no manger Straight out the aether I did the math and Found no remainder No time for whiny rigid rhyme schemes I keep 6 sixteens in the chamber And I'm slightly slimy Highly grimy Don't make me lash out in anger cuz I'm mean Blimey I mean I'm colder than some fuckin' ice cream Smokin' out that pipe dream Bitch you could get this Instant gratification on ya death wish Whenever I spit I inflict Agony on the murder rate I don't even have to spit One bar to kill half of these invertebrates You gon' learn today I be sittin' on the couch Fuck what ya earned today I got way too much pot to burn away I'm way too hot, you couldn't burn BK I laugh out loud when your loved ones pass away "Slipaway" on my resume I sunbathe in gamma radiation Rap game abomination Dominating every conversation I participate in Still haven't met a white bitch I wouldn't stick my dick in Bad reputation but I brush off criticism Cuz I'm thick skinned If I lost an eye I'd be Snake Pliskin The last thing I ever wanna be is a good Christian And this beat's a very generous lover In the streets I'm the next Crispin Glover But in the butt I'm Brando "Get the butter" Goin' commando, not even a rubber I might get smashed and smash your bubbler I might get smashed and smash your mother and let all my homies hit it like we super smash brothers I might get smashed and smash your bubbler I might get smashed and smash your mother and let all my homies hit it like we super smash brothers Chillin' wit my girl Samus The world is my canvas It's outlandish how These lyrics deserve to be in religious pamphlets Hit 'em wit the up-B, stomped a praying mantis Hollered where the ass at Bitch turned around And the thing was mad fat Conducted some fucked up stuff Put a gun to your dad's dome Said "where the cash at?" He was talkin' shit So I sealed my plantains with a chip clip And filled that bitch with a banana clip Now I'm headed to the mall I'm a clap santa quick Fat nigga know I been naughty If I ain't the best I aught to be Cuz I slaughtered mad niggas And mad niggas wanna slaughter me Street philosophy I been got my degree So tell ya mom to lay that diseased Pussy right on me
5.
The Routine 02:43
Swag game nasty Bills mad crispy If I ain't ballsy At least I'm cocky Risky business Frisky bitches Hits be milky Nigga I'm foul Actually filthy Accidents happen Sometimes you spill weed Sometimes you hit that motherfucker With too much dill seed But as you can still see I'm of an ill breed Kill dweebs Just to see if they bleed I pulled a fish out of water just to see if they breathe Been droppin' more bars than broken slot machines Too obscene for 16's I'll piss all on your dreams, please Stop pretending your daughters not gonna be a slut for me Rap game wolverine Rated X on the team Like we ream teens in a yellow submarine Got cream, shit you know the routine Shit, you know the routine As a child I was a child predator As a teenager I was dope peddler As an adult I still smoke on the regular Never had time for anything secular There is no God, don't shoot the messenger Thermometer's can't measure my temperature My structure ain't molecular I spit all non-sequiturs And the next time I see your mother I have to have sex with her Bitch, I'm the number one breadwinner She just the fuckin' head giver She eat my dick raw Like red liver No ribbed for her pleasure my nigga And If I am on my last lap In this rat race Whatever nigga I'm only in it for the bread And the cheddar nigga I never strived to be a better nigga I never strived to be a better man Cuz I don't think I can I'm in damn fine form tho This shit right here is what Jesus fuckin' died for yo This shit right where is what Jesus ended his life for So you could live out youR life in that eyesore And buy whores I oftentimes find myself forced to scrape off the floor All different flavor bitches on my dick, smorgasbord All I hear is harpsichords Shit, you know the routine Came from nothing now I'm supreme Smokin' weed, that's the theme The bitch is greed I nut then leave Shit, you know the routine
6.
Light up another one Little fuel for the engine Takes about a dime just to loosen the tension I could a been a reverend Look at me today I ain't no fuckin' legend I don't give a damn if you don't pay attention to my lesson This one goes out to all a my fake brethren Who were smoking blunts when I was forced to scrape resin Watching 7 Again When I was 7 I used to count my presents Proof that I'm a peasant Never been to Lake Pleasant My presence is reminiscent Of halloween like Donald Pleasance Sentiment venomous Memory sediment rings resonant Burning earth elements resurrects nostalgic remnants Artificial intelligence Paying for temporary transcendence With perpetual pestilence These bars are the evidence And now I'm an outcast That stands out in a room full of elephants Devoid of elegance Annoyed with excellence A paranoid menace Dragging myself down still grasping nostalgic remnants Dragging myself down still grasping nostalgic remnants I think I ingested too many phosphorescents Ahh, I wasn't paying attention to that mofif anyway I like to dip my toes in to get a taste Of diagnosis thrown my way They told me I might have diabetes Went out and bought white cake that day I fully comprehend every mistake that I make Nostalgic remnants composed of ironic elements Are the only things I save I tripped acid on honorable men's graves I stoked the flames in the allegory of the cave Still stay steady smokin' and that's mandatory Playin' scategories in my laboratory With some hoes around to straddle on me Move like cattle for me Yeah, that'll be the day My vocabulary's so inflammatory Four years gone by and everything changed Can't ditch the addictions we gained Cuz the shit ingrained in brain Smoked sick strains But the shit stains in my jeans are all that remains I still ain't breathed the same since all that cocaine Tested my intestines Should've invested in more romaine All those things done to stay entertained Should've preordained The insane mania wore away And the nostalgic remnants are all that remain And this desolate tenement Reminds me of the graveyard And I still feel depression is imminent And every shred of criticism I take hard And even though I've long discarded the emotional attachment To what I had when it happened I'm still bombarded With nostalgic remnants Of fragments of projects I started And I still laugh when i think about your face and how I farted in it What a heatless, vivid image I harvested from the carcass of living Nostalgic remnants never taste the same Like week-old scraps Thanksgiving
7.
I rise as the night owl I fall at dawn Stayed awake so long And all I found And all I smoked And all these songs Are just reminders Of my failures I could have had her But it don't matter She made me mad I made me madder It don't get bad until after After it's too late to unmake Bittersweet mistakes (just reminders) I try pretending they're fake Till they blow up in my face I've been a wasteful disgrace Detached and distant Everything I do is in bad taste Isn't it? This shit is sour mayonnaise Slathered in pidgin shit (just reminders) That ain't nice If I think I'm so intelligent Then why do I act so ignorant? That ain't right This shit weighs me down wherever I go That ain't light Now my friends are telling me I need to change who I am to get high That ain't life They're Just reminders Of our failures Just reminders Of our desires Just reminders Of our secrets Just reminders Of our past The people of Metropolis will listen to whatever Superman has to say In 1938 he told them women had the right to vote, smoke and be gay So if his words still ring true today How do I ever have a chance to pray That my own words slip away? (slipaway, slipaway, what a waste) I have to know so I can decide if it came out wrong Tell me What the fuck is the purpose of even making this song? Just reminders Of our failures Just reminders Of our desires Just reminders Of our secrets Just reminders Of our past Just reminders Of our dreams Just reminders Of our dreams
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9.
Restart my beat heart I need a spark that's not a drug A large part of my grave is already dug If you make out with a shark It's bound to bite your tongue off There's a hole in my head I'm just trying to stop the runoff Been doing this rap thing for a minute Still ain't made the playoffs Still ain't seen the payoff At least I can't be laid off At least my dick don't stay soft Some people are cheapskates Some people are drug addicts I'm all that and an emotional eater A walking bag of bad habits First I tried whiskey Then I tried weed Followed by bogies then E Xanax, cocaine, LSD Perkaset, adderall, DXM, Ambien, 25I, and mushies The only thing I didn't try was me For a minute there I lost myself Kids will be kids And I will be too And that's the way it is Till my days are thru If you keep chasing a high You won't change your point of view Till' you feel like Woody in Toystory Nobody wanna play with you You think you're the bomb But you never blow-up So mature in your head Even when your friends tell you to grow up I wouldn't listen to anyone Drink until I throw up You know what? For a minute there I lost myself Trip after trip Perpetual falling I thought the phone was ringing Ignored my calling Searching for something By searching through stalling I found thousands of answers And they were all appalling Crawling through the sprawling Universe which almost proved Too heavy a load to be hauling Impaled upon a flaming sword Sorry darling It's back to drawing board Laid out in a puddle of charming gore A horde of goblins harvesting my spinal cord And they all scream "what you crying for?"
10.
"Freedom" 03:45
I'm free I'm free I'm free Hey Freedom Hey I love my freedom Ooh, Freedom Yeah, I love my freedom You can't take that from me You'll never take that from me I've got money You'll never take that from me I can be what I wanna be cuz I'm free Ooh, Freedom Yeah, I love my free Freedom Yeah, I love my freedom Ooh, Freedom Yeah, I love my free Freedom Yeah, I love my freedom Ooh, Freedom Yeah, I love my free Freedom Yeah, I love my freedom Ooh, Freedom Yeah, I love my free Freedom Yeah, I love my freedom I love puppies and porno And kittens and women And niggers and children I love the living and the dead Milkshake or soda Vodka or Soco? Too much freedom to choose Too much freedom to lose Freedom is a lie We need money to survive Which is why I feel contrived If there's a price to stay alive I don't want to even try I drink but I don't drive Cuz I failed my road test twice Got too high both times First time bitch hated my vibe second time forgot to turn on the lights Now I gotta retake the 5 hour class Cuz my permit's expired and it makes me mad tight You know freedom is a lie, right? Freedom is a lie We need money to survive That's why I feel contrived If there's a price to stay alive I don't want to even try One time I took a little drive Down to the station, i knew why I was drunk when I arrived That's probably no surprise 1 minute of violence Cost me 4 hours of silence And countless time paying it back in cash The court want 4 stacks On top of that All for a little broken glass They want all the bread I got And I can't even try to put up a fight You know freedom is a lie right? Freedom is a lie We need money to survive That's why I feel contrived If there's a price to stay alive I don't want to even try They be tracking me online That's fine ain't got much to find Cept when I torrented some porn And they hit me with some fines Caught me by surprise a chill ran down my spine knowing they had eyes on me the entire night You know freedom is a lie right? Freedom is a lie We need money to survive That's why I feel contrived If there's a price to stay alive I don't want to even try

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BK joins forces with the renowned Space Squad (Laidback Meech & Mayo Nice), for a collaboration two years in the making.

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released November 16, 2014

written, performed, and mixed by BK James
tracks 1, 5-7, 9 & 12 produced by Mayo Nice
tracks 2-4, 8,10-11 produced by Laidback Meech
recorded in 2014 at Newport Pleasure Studios II in New Paltz

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BK James New Paltz, New York

BK James is the infamous co-founder of Three Penis Productions, an experimental music label, and has been steadily releasing music since a handful of BK & KGC songs appeared on Youtube in 2010. For more from BK, check out:

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