Get Up

Summertime in Minnesota I need to feel the breeze. Another Winter gone, it was a long one, Everything’s frozen, forgotten by the sun, But there’s a new dawn, Spring has begun, Plants start poppin’, animal migration, But the cold ain’t done, the battle’s just won, Old Man Winter’s son, Spring’s on the run, Heat’s ascension, June has just sprung, It’s time for all the party people to have some fun. (chorus) Summertime in Minnesota (X2) (chorus) I need to feel the breeze. Coolers are to fill, mosquitos are to kill, Rollin’ down the window, rollin’ through rollin’ hills, Hot and humid, don’t need our sauna, I be in the woods, you be in Mall of America, Just need a spark: fireside in the dark, Or dressing all slick goin’ to Paisley Park, Best in all 50, you just don’t know it, Come for pop and hot dish, we’ll go out in the boat. (Chorus) I need to feel the breeze. Up on the North Shore, Superior’s a beast, Or hikin’ in the bluffs, down in the Southeast, Goin’ to see the Twins, in the Twin Cities, You are what you eat, fresh roadside veggies, At the State Fair and my pants tore, It’s cool though cause I’m watchin’ music outdoors, Thunderstorms boomin’, fireworks bangin’, The Cokato Tornado got this whole nation sangin’. (Chorus) I need to feel the breeze. (X3)

Gary Webb ’81, the year, Reagan became president, The ends justify, the means: irrelevant, Central America is filling with communists, We need to treat this, with an iron fist. (chorus) X2 Died from suicide, two shots to the head, Investigative reporter, Gary Webb. (chorus) Ideological Warfare Ollie North, sold cocaine, for the commie wars, Blandone, Menasis, Freeway Rick they sold it to the poor, Rock it up and through the ghettos, crack it tore, The profits trickled at first, then they began to pour. (Chorus) Depletion of the inner cities, just say no It started as a tip to the San Jose Mercury, Webb dredged up a puddle and he came up with a sea, The more he published, the more they tried to drown, We found out about corruption, but this is what they found: (Chours) That’s Gary Webb: G-A-R-Y W-E-B-B. Check the sources, Read Dark Alliance, Don’t believe the hype.

Kick It Off Imma kick it off with that old school sound, So you better pay attention I’m about to throw it down, I wasn’t right then, but I am now, Comin’ in slick, like DJ Quik, can I get a pound, pound, You got the pound, now can you get a bump? Feel the flute in your caboose, now shake your rump, Gotta make you smile, looking down in the dumps, As the verse winds down, now the chorus thumps… (chorus) Dropping on a dime, We ‘bout to kick it off Two rappers on time, We ‘bout to kick it off, With our shoes in the sky, We ‘bout to kick it off… (chorus) Why don’t you just try us? A barefoot defiance, By trade Imma word guy, but this here is science, Anti-violence, cause I’m down with the alliance, Rap battle, battle of the bands, this is compliance, No need to be pious, don’t frown just to spite us, Pushin’ our foots forward, me and him make one plus, Feel free to invite us, we proceed to be the tightest, Fit to bust, ‘cause you can’t divide us. (Chorus) Boombow and Turtle T, now that is synergy, We’d be glad to be on time to your next party, We’d have to ask a fee, drop a dime if you please, Cause we need fuel for the tank, got mouths to feed, If it was up to me, we’d bust till our lungs bleed, But the times runnin’ down on a clock we can’t beat, We hope that you can see, we’re not your enemy, Two rappers kick it off, get comfy. (Chrorus)

Amazonian Spiritual

I Ain't The Best I ain’t the best at anything (but I’m damn good), Grew up in Buffalo, it was kinda hood, I was never one to have them dreams of Hollywood, No glitz, just clockin’, man, I do what I should, I work my fingers to the bone when the months are cold, But when the warmth comes I’m on a summertime roll, You can roll with me, I ain’t got AC though, That’s okay cause a man like me like the window (wind though). (chorus) I ain’t the best at anything (but I’m damn good) (X3) I ain’t the best at anything… (chorus) Man I ain’t the best at Pictionary And I ain’t even the best at Mariah Carey, Now I ain’t the best at hackey sack, But I’m pretty damn good at kicking back. Man, the best? A tall mountain to climb, One way down, a slippery slope, I mean a slippery rhyme, At the top there’s nothing left, to discover, to find, Plus your head is getting big, oxygen hard to grind, There’s a lot of other folks, who have you outshined, So put away your polish, my little friend of mine, But you got to bust it out when the dust starts flyin’, We may not be the best, but man we’re tryin’. (Chorus) Now I ain’t the best at enunciation, And you know I’m not the best at propagation, And I ain’t the best at running this here nation, But I’m pretty damn good at . . procrastination. I’m the better rapper so you have to listen, I know that I be looking drunk, but I’m just VanLithing, Ain’t no dissin’ on me, ‘cause you be dissin’ all three, Plus messin’ with Jeff and then my best friend Turtle T. (W.C. Wright County and I’m the second best), (So, ah, don’t doubt me, you can put me to the test), (And ah, find out that, I’m all about it), (I got clout and I’m about to get it started). (Chorus) I ain’t the best at catchin’ flies, I ain’t the best at tying ties, I ain’t the best and that’s no lie, But I’m pretty damn good at gettin’ by. I ain’t tryin’ sound, like some bragging radical, In the latest cut from my most recent sabbatical, I don’t mean for these lyrics, to sound egotistical, Just realistical with a touch of hypocritical, This ain’t an expression of low self-esteem, I just pursue, not sit on, shit on, my dreams, Never be satisfied, you always be a fiend, I’m always building man, you get my scheme. (Chorus) You know I ain’t the best at water polo, But I am the best at being humble.

Trump You're Wrong [Wrong] There was a business man, back in the 1980’s, All his deals were huge, and he handled the ladies, He had a reality show where he said, “Unt fired.”, To presidency he’s aspired. (chorus) X3 Trump you’re wrong [Wrong] (chorus) [No puppet, no puppet, You’re the puppet] Man can’t take criticism, his tiny hands on the button, Totalitarian dreams, falling in love with Putin, Bombastic entertainer, how have we gotten here? God damned tangerine nightmare. (Chorus) [Build that wall! Build that wall!] [They’re bringing drugs, they’re bringing crime, they’re rapists] He’s wrong on females and his inner city pity, He’s wrong on immigration, law and order, Orwellian divinity, Wrong on Muslim ban, on foreign policy quit, We’re building walls: we’ll pay for it. (Chorus) [Grab her by the pussy]

How to Make a Terrorist How to make a terrorist, Need just a dash of the iron fist, Two tablespoons religious intolerance, Cup and a half of foreign conquest, Throw in a generation with no daddies in the mix, Fold in the means of accomplishment, Mix it all up with entitlement, Open the oven, this is what you’ll get. (chorus) (X3) How to make a terrorist (chorus) Selling weapons across oceans, Support brutality, rig elections, Say you’re moral, but fuel oppression, Corner the resources, economic suppression, Bite the hand that feeds, the impression, Impressed with your God complexion, Act like you have all of the directions, A sure recipe for destruction. (Chorus) Foreigners landing on our shores, Welcome to the land of blood and gore, Finally using that gun for what it’s for, Find fellow Americans to fight the war, The land that you loved then goes away, Gotta make those invaders pay, We’ve come to a pretty pass today, You’ve become the terrorist that you hate! (Chorus)

Tornadic