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1. |
Bring It Back
03:19
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I’m so bad at these intros, man, I got nothing to say ever
Yo
It’s Chaddy
Ay
Yo, Gumshoe, man
Lemme talk to these fools
Yo, hey, yo, ay
(Verse 1)
Yo, some say that fate it can’t be chosen
So I’m up late when I’m smoking, somehow the two it just correlates
Pull out the uniball, do damage to an open page
Still haven’t hit my stride as an artist, stuck in the growing stage
It’s not a thing for me to have to learn to live without
It's just a common theme, a part of me I’ve figured out
And spending so much time searching to fit the puzzle piece
I had to just get at my man Gum and fuck up a couple beats
Every city’s got cats that be talking tough
Then call their bluff face-to-face and it’s not so much
Tough as it gets, still be letting some stuff affect me
And it's deadly…..
See all I wanted was a Pepsi
Though my tendency’s not suicide, rather it’s simplified
See, I’m still waiting for the day Xzibit comes to pimp my ride
Just hit me with that boomin’ system
Aluminum spinners, some ground FX, and a hot plate to cook my dinners on
(Hook)
(So what we do?) We bring it back
(For all my peoples) We bring it back
(The time is now) We bring it back
(Come on and get up) We bring It back
It’s time to wake up if you think it isn’t bad
‘Cuz most of us don’t have a plan or even stick to that
(That’s why its time to) To bring it back
(That’s what my focus on) To bring it back
(That’s what I’m feeling like) Bring it back
(‘Cuz it’s been gone too long) Yo, bring it back
A lot of peeps won’t use their voice the shit is wack
I often wonder if I didn’t have the gift of gab
(Verse 2)
Compared to me, most of y’all are not as nice
It’s like pitting the fucking jaws of life against a pocket knife
And though my talk is righteous, my heart is a block of ice
And know that you and me are not alike, still think I got it right
Just another legend, you’ve never heard of, though got my stripes
Globe-trotting baby, just bought a flight and I’m off tonight
Not a lie, last year was feeling I lost my stride
Until that break-up just gave me a second shot at life
Because of that been chasing dollar signs, no model wife
Some maybe say I’ve lost my mind but ain’t no compromising
Y’all shit is not as spicy while I got a hot device
Just waited ’til it dropped in price and then I copped it twice
Wrote this in my kitchen while making some chicken topped with rice
The sauce is spice but if it’s beef lets get it popping like
And everybody’s got their vices, boy, I’m not surprised
The lesson taught was when the iron’s hot you gotta strike
And know for sure, I got a type but you are not my type
Make no mistakes, I’m trying to break 'em if the locks are tight
There ain’t no stop in sight, just possessing a lot of light
Still rocking mics until everything that I drop is priceless
When the clock it strikes, I hit you with a shot precise
Won’t be no wound to cauterize, you just gon’ drop like flies
I walk the blocks at night, you just might pay the costed price
Looking at rap that’s modernized, to me its not exciting
(Hook)
(So what we do?) We bring it back
(For all my peoples) We bring it back
(The time is now) We bring it back
(Come on and get up) We bring It back
It’s time to wake up if you think it isn’t bad
‘Cuz most of us don’t have a plan or even stick to that
(That’s why its time to) To bring it back
(That’s what my focus on) To bring it back
(That’s what I’m feeling like) Bring it back
(‘Cuz it’s been gone too long) Yo, bring it back
A lot of peeps won’t use their voice the shit is wack
I often wonder if I didn’t have the gift of gab
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2. |
Flow State
03:02
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Waking up, waking up
Rise and shine
Early bird
Time to get that worm
Yo
(Verse 1)
It ain’t embarrassing ‘cuz in comparison consumption’s mini
Since I cut back on the blunts and then I started smoking skinnies
Ain’t that much a difference ‘cuz I feel the weed up in me still
And if I didn’t quit, it’d be the habit that’d get me killed
So still might fuck around, man, even though that I know better
Because some part of me thinks that I’ll live forever
Don’t know what’s more unhealthy, lying to my selfie
Know the moves to move away, ain’t trying to find no one to help me
Still feel like life is a flow state, on tracks I’m trying to go ape
No piece of pie, want the whole cake and blow my smoke in an O shape
Try to make the most of each day, figure might as well
I guess that time will tell, the clock is sliced, divided twelve
Still it’s not surprising that the futures in our eyes
Mine includes some yearly CT scans and MRIs
While you keep making boring stuff next year, I’ll do some touring
Get back to shit that’s important, this year I’ll kick the doors in
(Scratches by Chaps)
(Verse 2)
Hey
Built to be devastating, shit, on tracks I’m levitating
Couple years it gets delayed but now I’m back to wrecking stages
Had to move away, taking care of my mental state
Constantly teaching myself ’til I’m reaching Heaven’s Gate
Folks in my city hella fake though full of friendly faces
Felt that I had to get away and now it’s better days
Ever since second grade, possessions in a pencil case
Only escalate to special places
Long as I come correct
And know that I’m never coming with nothing less
Hundreds get served on the daily, baby, your number’s next
Just give me some respect, I told you none can test
Especially when ya coming with a stylee that’s been done to death
So fuck your face, homie, I’m punching necks
Put any money up and what you’re left with is a bunch of debt
Another story of a kid who wanted next
Think they serving me, ain’t look who they up against, they too dumb to check
(Scratches by Chaps)
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Yo yo yo
This is A double squiggle Y
AzraelRapsGood with my man Chad P
My man The Gumshoe Strut
Let’s go
Yo, you just sent me this beat, I’m recording it right now
(AzraelRapsGood Verse)
Life isn’t a competition
You can take the loss or win, but that’s your heart’s decision
Try to convince your judgement with a strong conviction
This isn’t a sprint or marathon, I’m on a mission
I bottle it in so that I can pour it
No where else to store it
My time is pretty short but Rich English affords it
Life can be a lucky horseshoe or it can be horse shit
Play my game Taylor made like it’s form fit
From here to Flin-Flon, ain’t a fight with the fist fought
Bigger fish to fry like finding myself, and if not,
Well, actually there is no not
In my time it’s been a crazy spin so far, disco ball
Everything I want, it doesn’t come easy like Ringo Starr
So I’m always staying hungry like a hippopotamus
I ain’t even hearing them and that’s not a diss
I’m just on a mission accomplishment not convinced yet
More to go before I’m impressed
Dropped out and never really caught on to school
Fish nets
Cruising down on marine drive
Sipping Aquafina by the river on the east side
How ya have ya hands at ya hips, baby? Reach high
I don’t see why not, you might as well at least try
A lease on life most people should get a new one
Your age in life don’t always show how much you grew up
Grow up
Yo
Yo, Azrael, man (what up, P?)
I know I been saying this shit a lot lately
But, yo, lemme talk to these fools
(Talk to ‘em)
(Talk to ‘em)
(Talk to ‘em)
(Chadio Verse)
I’ll be the first to admit, I ain’t the hardest with my writtens
But that’s cool to me ‘cuz life it just isn’t a competition
I ain’t about to start no bitchin’, when things it don’t go my way
Cuz I’m just happy to be breathin’, seeing another day
I’m just chiefin’ another J with my peoples, the vision’s grey
And I’m sorry if I been distant, just needed that given space
And I been working on forgiveness, telling myself it’s okay
Its not a race that I’m gon’ place in, I’m at peace now with my pace
But yo, until that, I’m deceased? On this mic, I’m still a beast
It’s not that I’m unsure, I know that at that very least that
Peace is for pacifists and I get active as a Cali Crip
Still friendly as an acid kid who has his trips on candy flips
You know the modus operandi, get the bag and dip
My pen is catching flares just like the spray can I been tagging with
So even though I’m not big as some, I could be doing worse
So after all is said and done I’m a fan of this music first
And I can’t stand when shorties ask me what I do for work
‘Cuz I ain’t never got no bonuses or stupid perks
Talent is honed now, the onus is on myself
To put that focus on the shelf ’til I’m anonymous like Tone is
Once that I got that figured out, know nothing bothers me
Or gets me down, upset, though some things I might still regret
‘Cuz after all this shit’s over, I’ve made my bed
Some stuff I’ve got to live with spit in every verse I’ve said
Yeah
Life is not a race, be at peace now with your pace
Although we all just want the good things, it’s something we seem to chase
X4
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Fuckin’ telling you, man
Living at this new crib has been
Nearly impossible to get any recording done
Fuck, I got the dogs running around all the time
There’s fuckin’ noise happening constantly
But we do it
You know we find these little windows
To fucking get shit done
Thanks for bearing with me
Yo
(Chadio Verse)
Look back a decade, man, the homies we all had some fun
But nowadays it’s changed and never too involved in rapper stuff
And life is tough, I fucking wish somebody told me that
Cuz that shit only holds me back, go kick it with the homie Pat
Ya style is flimsy thin just like my Kingpin rollie wrap
Thought of it then I wrote it down, recorded it, it’s spoken fact
Still tryna grasp why you wanna just split my hope in half
You must be smoking crack or throwing stones in homes of broken glass
It’s like I went to bed or something, when awoke it’s wack
The straw you do your coke from is the one that broke the camel’s back
Sometimes it’s all that it takes to your put perspective
So im’a sprinkle game in this bitch 'cuz I’m feeling festive
Those couple tings were ultimately unimpressive and
Fuck you, roaches, smoke it down ’til nothing left
Heed my words or he ain’t even deserve some respect
The speak is perfect, even servings and your numbers next
(Epic Verse)
Thinking of the girl that grew up on the farm
Dopest MC in Vancouver, my tattoo on his arm
Obviously die with it like Prodigy
Avoid those who do things dishonestly
But up in Western Canada we got the real rap
It’s coming back, speak the spoken facts
Here to hit the home run with a broken bat
C’mon, you don’t remember my songs with Pat Skene?
All across the city know it’s a quiet night
Chadio, we’ll collaborate when time right
I know we’re dealing with some personal shit
Pops passed away when corona virus hit
Life is funny, sometimes I don’t know where to go
Defeat the cancer like he prevailed on morning show
Heed my words, this old man gets some respect
And please let me keep those in check
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5. |
Expiry Dates
02:36
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(Verse 1)
Looking for a clock with hours on it
Something to make me feel that time is left
Some things I gotta get done, I write a rhyme instead
Take a little vacation inside my head
To fulfill the promise I made to myself, cuz no one else is counting
Screaming and shouting when reach the top of the highest mountain
Kick it with whiskey jacks singing and then I’m climbing down it
Couple of times I done lost my mind man I’m glad I found it
Because some things have been tough to just wrap my head around
Healthy to let it out, if I don’t then it gets me down
You see this time it be moving minutes and seconds now
The clock is always ticking tick tick tick it stress me out
Cuz nothing’s sweet, I still got some stuff to complete
While you wonder what to believe, I’m just keeping it tucked and underneath
No spilling wine just trying to explain how I feel inside
So gimme five before I shoot this fucking clock and killing time
(Hook)
Right now I’m feeling good, it never lasts
See my mood is always changing with every second that passes
They say that haste makes waste
And yeah we all gotta face them expiry dates
They say you’re better when you’re older and to that there may be truth
But looking back at every season of summer the days were youth
Time is money also better get it while you can
Hours on the little, minutes on the bigger hand
(Verse 2)
Don’t think that time is on my side no more
Wake up every morning wonder why that I am sore
And every shift I work the money made
Im underpaid, it barely gets me though another day
It ain’t too much that I can change about it
When I’m hanging out I write a verse where I complain about it
And thinking back on why I do this shit, it makes me proud
Cuz hella time has passed our musics still my favourite out
So maybe you just ain’t hearing me like a pocket dial
There’s clocks on everything that’s why I’m wearing watches now
Through all my life I guess my favourite colours navy blue
They say that time can heal the wounds and yeah that may be true
Some get subscriptions to mortgages with a couple kids
I’m on some shit where no one can fuck with this bucket list
I wanna eat all the food and travel the planet
But time it just keeps on ticking tick tick tick tick damn it
(Hook)
Right now I’m feeling good it never lasts
See my mood is always changing with every second that passes
They say, that haste makes waste
And yeah we all gotta face them expiry dates
They say you're better when you’re older and to that there may be truth
But looking back at every season of summer the days were youth
Time is money also better get it while you can
Hours on the little, minutes on the bigger hand
(Scratches by Chaps)
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6. |
That's How It Goes
02:48
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Yo
Yo,Gumshoe man
You know sometimes you don’t wanna hit ‘em
With that same old, rippity rap, rippity roo
Sometimes you wanna style on ‘em
Like this
Yo
Don’t know what to make of it but call it indecision
Searching for a person ‘cuz I feel like something’s missing
Every puzzle piece is perfect? Nothing’s fitting
Guess I gotta make do with what was given
Dealing with the hands, muthafucka, so I’m living that
Isn’t really bad so I’m facing what is, in fact
Feel like Stella when she lost her groove, I gotta get it back
Bitches with the ass, stick and poke like a prison tat
The only thing that’s on my fucking mind is what’s next
Hoping that it sucks less
I don’t wanna have this feeling anymore, I wanna throw the towel in
Rip my shirt off at the moon, I’m fuckin’ howling
In my age I’m getting wise like an owl been
Posted for a minutes but I’m back and dropping albums
Dopest on the mic and got my focus right
Still attractive irregardless of my overbite
Nothing like, rocking crowds when the shows are tight
But I could give a fuck about an open mic
Punching rappers in their gold grills
Bag ‘em like a bunch of groceries, fuckin’ no frills
Got a job, living at my moms and I smoke still
Never had no money so you know I know how broke feels
Every race I participated in never seen first
But things could always be worse
Chilling for a couple years now getting busy
Toured a little but I never moved or left my city
Even though the weather’s shitty, man, it’s hella pretty
Fuckin’ fully grown adults collecting Hello Kitty
So I guess that you could say I got my boxes checked
But if I can be serious, no talking jest
Living with a psycho never doing that again
Double check it doesn’t happening on accident
If there’s nothing else you gotta know your self worth
So I’m always put myself first
Look at all the positives although sometimes it hurts bad
You know the pain of the worst mad
Squish into a ball and kick that motherfucker out
Tell me how ya living now
Gotta keep it moving even when that its a hard thing
Man, and I be searching for my darling
Kinda hard though when I’m stuck in my apartment
My ex would say I lack in that department
Gotta say that I been living kinda dark since
Cuz I wonder where my heart went
Yo
That’s how it goes, that’s how it goes
And got no more drama now but had a bit of those
Do my calistylics when I’m rapping all my flows
Brush up in the mirror when I’m practicing for shows
That’s how it goes don’t put all ya eggs up in the basket
Cuz if it doesn’t hatch then its nothing bad
Since an undergrad, I been wearing the colour black
And not because I’m sad, what the fuck is that
X 2
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(Chadio Verse)
Yo
Leaving any rapper roasted, yo, ‘cuz that’s the motive
Relax and lamp at home and sip a magic potion
Just do this no specific audience to cater to
Secure my spot as the best ’til its not debatable
Since 97 my investment’s been in rhyming methods
Radio sessions, wait my turn until it’s time to wreck it
Looking back, it’s 20 years now, I guess that stuff was weak
Still grateful for the places that gave me the chance to cut my teeth
‘Cuz if it wasn’t for dudes like Maximus Clean
Letting me rep on his show, not sure what type of rapper I’d be
Playing hella shows and the experience that goes with that
I knew that after my first one there was no going back
Most people my age got homes with a wife and kids
It’s probably like this ’til I die ‘cuz I’m a lifer with this shit
Ever since the pen hit the paper in 96
Felt that it’s something I wanted to try and get
(AzraelRapsGood Verse)
Yo
Ballin on a budget when the business isn’t boomin’
Paying dues monthly, no membership of a union
Just a few kin, working ’til I’m wearing myself too thin
Like bulimics puking, tuna not no bluefin
Maybe catch me at the end of the line
We come from the same school of thought
Fuck how you been taught
Trying to shoot a moving target
Working through my hardships, everything is karmic
From, the start of it since the days of the Piccadilly
With Needle Knieval before Ziggy was living with me
This is indy like I’m doing laps
But there ain’t no Google Maps, take this long route and use this gas
That’s how I stay pumped up
Chill with Chadio, light the blunt, eyes are bloodstruck
Fly to Winnipeg, meet with Yy and Gumshoe Strut
Shit I’m like a work-horse, used to be a young buck
(Yy Verse)
We can get no better even when we stay the same
Killed ‘em with one letter, didn’t need to change my name
Been this way forever, didn’t even change a name
Stuck around, staked a claim, check ‘em now, aches and pains
Weight is stronger, got some nerve to be complaining
‘Fore ya go against the grain, get from like you were shamed
No, not one shit on what you say I shoulda
Done a little study the past on what ya waiting on
Ain’t all fun but it can be
Playing shows for beer and the experience, plan b
In 99, what kinda guy, if I’da climbed
Would I become, the guy you like was mighty fine
Connect a Y to y took a chance to be ‘em, never thought
When am I broke I’m at the wax museum
Hit the spot , write a rhyme but don’t go for mass appeal
Swear to god, fly to fly gonna show, how’s it feel?
(Gumshoe Verse)
How to get to where we’re going, check the GPS
This is The GS
Chad P address
With the full court pressure, Azzy raps good
Quoted Motives for the win, Turn The Gun, now look
That’s your brother (who’s brother?), check the history archives
Been crashing parties since millennium hard drives
No part timing, gainfully employing
All the experiences we just play for the enjoyment
Plus a couple bucks slid on the sly
Divide it up, Break Bread, the homies Pipi and Yy
That’s no word of a lie, my plan b was cloud 9
This is what is always was from the beginning of time
Just wanna rhyme, yo, surviving all the highs/lows
And all this in between ‘em, live at wax museum
Back to the vinylist, the gear, and where the vinyl is
A never-ending story with a tray you serve the finest dish
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8. |
Been A Minute
03:22
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Yo
It’s Chaddy.
Yo, yo
(Hook)
A lot of folk I used to hang with in the past
’Til we switching up different paths, I’m just wondering where they at
‘Cuz I miss ‘em, and know the homies are focused on making ends
I just wanna know how ya been, been a min’ since I seen ya, friend, yo
A lot of peeps I used to roll with in the past
We should catch up like we used to, just wanna know where you at
And how’s the missus, my mellow, it’s been a minute
Wish we could kick it more often, man, all my homies, I miss ‘em
(Verse 1)
There used to always be a squadron that I’d roll with
Got some mates at my disposal, never catch me riding solo
Never used to be a problem getting too destroyed
Now looking back on life choices, some fights we should have avoided ‘cuz
People come and go in life and that’s the realest shit
Plenty acquaintances, only closeys I’m dealing with
For all the folks I ain’t seen a bit, hope you’re feeling missed
Just trying to make it to the top until the ceiling’s hit
I hope that y’all don’t get it twist, this isn’t blame
To anyone who never reached out ‘cuz honest I did the same
Sometimes this life ain’t the greatest and gets me down
So I’m making an effort now and reaching out to every pal
Maybe hard to relate a bit, to some that have settled down
And that’s an obvious answer when the question’s “where are they now?” 'cuz
We all go through different phases, rearranging
Thugs change and love changes and close friends become strangers
(Hook)
A lot of folk I used to hang with in the past
’Til we switching up different paths, I’m just wondering where they at
‘Cuz I miss ‘em, and know the homies are focused on making ends
I just wanna know how ya been, been a min’ since I seen ya, friend, yo
A lot of peeps I used to roll with in the past
We should catch up like we used to, just wanna know where you at
And how’s the missus, my mellow, it’s been a minute
Wish we could kick it more often, man, all my homies, I miss ‘em
(Verse 2)
Some of my friends would get together every weekend
Not sure when it changed, it went from that to never speaking and
It might be me I know some folks that may be soured
So I don’t get invited to weddings or baby showers
I wanna skate around and paint some tags with Forfa
Hit up Duffins with my man Shaungoose and eat a torta
Listen to my neighbour, Dan, sing and play his piano
Of his favourite song until the rain is gone like Frankie Ano
So some are just distant memories, some were bad but then some were fun
So if you’re still alive, we should link up and make some other ones
I hope your parents, siblings, wife, and kids are healthy
Something I’ve learned is possessions don’t make you wealthy
The people do, the more that time goes on it’s feeling true
So what’s the status of relationship in me and you?
It’s not a diss, I hope my folks all get the picture
Just want you all to know I really miss ya
(Hook)
A lot of folk I used to hang with in the past
’Til we switching up different paths, I’m just wondering where they at
‘Cuz I miss ‘em, and know the homies are focused on making ends
I just wanna know how ya been, been a min’ since I seen ya, friend, yo
A lot of peeps I used to roll with in the past
We should catch up like we used to, just wanna know where you at
And how’s the missus, my mellow, it’s been a minute
Wish we could kick it more often, man, all my homies, I miss ‘em
(Scratches by Chaps)
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