Escape Goats

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released December 1, 2012

Mat Lee and Ev-G

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Mat Lee Tokeland, Washington

My name is Mat Lee. I'm a Washington Weed Refugee dab lab rat. I make talk, write letters, and rap music.

When I'm not in the lab producing the best cannabis extracts around, I'm in the lab making beautiful music together. Thank you for supporting independent DIY artists who keep the dream alive by making music in our spare time.
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Track Name: The Hero
Mat Lee! Ev-g! Listen...

In case you don’t know, my name is Mat Lee
crazy host with the most flows in the Valley
lucky you 406 is what I claim
even though I was born right outside of L.A.

I’m not a fan of California but i love the big sky
and I got sick beats and rhymes to make jigs fly
so don't reel up on me fishing for a compliment
cuz I’ll just nod my head and stare while zoning out off one hit

I got half my beats from the dert merchant
and the other half courtesy of ev-g’s fervent workings
on the mic I’m like a virgin purring
this perfect merger of words I’m inserting

so now you know I didn't come to fuck around
I just wanna spit a little rhyme and bump my sound
so if your down with Mat Lee give me a fist pound
a pound of weed and buy a CD so I can skip town

they call him the hero
fear level zero front line disappear-o
prime time session hijacker
I’m not a hero i’m just another white rapper

as the rain pours over this little spore of Satan
I'm the resident evil of this Umbrella Corporation
so you should save your paper
i got enough Google docs to ddos your latest caper

now can i please ask a favor?
i want y'all to chew on this like a now and later
why and how are there so many marijuana haters
haven’t good doctors published enough research papers?

everything's a conspiracy when your suspicious
of everyone's here say whether straight or fictitious
so take a sec out and picture this
the government lies to fit their fibs

I don’t wanna be the hero of this rap game
I just want a little taste of that fame
I’m happy to be here in the 406 rapping
to anyone that's happy to hear me rap my name is Mat Lee

they call him the hero
fear level zero
front line disappear-o

they call him the hero
watch him quick before he can hear you

the hero can hear you

and they call him the hero
rippin and rappin through your stereo he can hear you
he’s a weirdo
out of ammo with no fear of the past
and a career based on how big the splash

and so the moral of the story goes
Mat Lee will put a dampening on all your flows
when you listen to that shit then listen to this
I think its clear you’ll see who the winner is

they call him the hero
fear level zero front line disappear-o
they call him the hero
watch him quick before he can hear you

when i come through the door I'm hobbling wibble wobbling around
just a frown trying be the mayor of rap town
a little bit just to make you grin a bit when you visit this
magnificent mat’s rap pyramid

at the bottom that’s where the beat bumps
then going up from there you can hear the sweet stuff
I’m happy to be here in the 406 rapping
to anyone that's happy to hear me rap my name is Mat Lee
Track Name: Soft Cloud
Alright, I've had enough with this hero shit
it’s time to release the mean spirited
green bud killer bong water spiller from the coast of California
now found in the middle of nowhere... 406!

I write each and every day I’m alive
I strive to be the best worker bee in my hive
so stop sucking and spare me the wraith bit
I've been a hater since nineteen ninety eight kid

I don’t need wormholes to go back in time with
Ev-g tossed me the gate codes for this alliance
I try to make you nod your head while you think
so let’s take a sec and get a little deep

I take a bong rip while I contemplate existence
persistent when ink hits the fan it makes you listen
shit it makes me listen too
and I’m the one writing these letters to you

and I don’t ever want to come down
from my soft cloud

Now I’m home with eyes wide shut while I lay in bed
harry dick and tom cruise streets like the walking dead
that’s how it goes when you ignore dreams
and your whole life is spent on attempts to eat

You see, I've never really been down with that
the whole rats in a maze thing never sounded bad
but it never appealed to me either
I’d much rather live life like the teacher

no more chasing Velveeta for this mouse club cat
I’m sharpening my claws for the last round dance
so who’s in the house goes by the name of Mat
up on stage dropping facts in the name of rap

I take a bong rip while I contemplate existence
persistent when ink hits the fan it makes you listen
shit it makes me listen too
and I’m the one writing these letters to you

and I don’t ever want to come down
from my soft cloud

Lemme drop a little 8 bit on ya head
now go cop the shit I've made before I’m dead
knowing my luck though you’ll never hear this
till I’m six feet under and still preferring nervousness

If knowledge is power then what the fuck are we doing?
blank stares on cowered at the sight of life ruining
if it’s new to me then its new to you
so figure shit out or hold breath till you turn blue

I take a bong rip while I contemplate existence
persistent when ink hits the fan it makes you listen
shit it makes me listen too
and I’m the one writing these letters to you

and I don’t ever want to come down
from my soft cloud

so move with me until your all done moving
and groove with me until your all done grooving
then rest with me until the rest turns to sleep
then sleep with me until your chest learns the beat
Track Name: It's Me Again
Mat Lee! EV-G! Put this in your motherfucking car and ride...

We got sick beats bumping it’s me again
make you feel good to ride down the street again
smiles all around that's how we get down
and if you're lucky we might come and kick it in your town

YO

I got this sick beat bumping its me again
rhymes make you feel good to ride down the street again
windows down cruising through the sunshine
Mat Lee yo I got the cure for your dumb rhymes

I promise I’ll keep a clean slate
I’m gonna set the stakes in the rest of these blades
I want less talk more action less cock block more passion
and less stress when I’m writing the caption

and now I think I’m gonna rap about weed
and how candid I rap about all the things I see
like how the government takes full advantage
of every single poor person on their little planet

NAH

that's why I'm smoking these bong loads of hot notes
i love getting blazed in the haze of some pot smoke
so flip on some of that Mat Lee track three
sit back and listen to these rad beats and pass weed

We got sick beats bumping it’s me again
make you feel good to ride down the street again
smiles all around that's how we get down
and if your lucky we might come and kick it in your town

I got this sick beat bumping its me again
make you feel good to ride down the street again
windows down cruising through the sunshine
Mat Lee yo I got the cure for your dumb rhymes

all my party people put your hands up and grab clouds
we brought a little sunshine for this sad town
album sales going down like the sun in the sea
its hard to make money when they own all your trees

here's another little secret I hope you listen please
to my symphonies as I spit these little mysteries
companies like NBC and CBS
all I hear is we believe but all I see is BS

when little towers of babel fall over on cattle
and the communications monopoly is properly dismantled
I’ll be the first to change their channel, its handled
you got burned like a smoked camel

now, is that what you call being free?
is that what people die for over seas?
is that what you’ll die for here on your knees?
please I'm just riding down these streets

I got this sick beat bumping it’s me again
make you feel good to ride down the street again
smiles all around that's how we get down
and if your lucky we might come and kick it in your town

Right here I want a BREAK DOWN

listen while I re re invent my rap rap vision
spitting a little intelligent wisdom
kicking the mission into something a little more fitting
delivering the dopest words anyone's ever written

I manipulate the physical signal into something more digital
and brainwash the individual until they go critical
we’re living in a pivotal time online get yours I've got mine
living one bit at a time

I’m forgiven when I'm winning and spinning my traits
egos inflate so I drown in these dire straits
fire awaits for the one who bumps these beats
Please I'm just trying to write down these dreams

We got sick beats bumping it’s me again
make you feel good to ride down the street again
smiles all around that's how we get down
and if your lucky we might come and kick it in your town

I got this sick beat bumping its me again
make you feel good to ride down the street again
windows down cruising through the sunshine
Mat Lee yo I got the cure for your dumb rhymes
Track Name: How Them G's Act
about thirty years ago in the middle of October
was born a little lost loner destined to walk sober
laced up the cross trainers to cross over
proudly holding my cross to bear is making me walk slower

I wake up before the blades of the first lawn mower
start spinning around the block pushing your moms stroller
bishop to queen’s rook got your whole teams shook
check mate in three moves while wearing that pleased look

and you can...

walk it off with one foot in front of the other
rinse and repeat and when our paths cross thank your mother
road hit dust kicked up hair trimmed back
hat on straight and I’m sorry the brim ain't flat

and if you hate rap, blame it on the same cats
sitting around watching 8 mile while they blaze sacks
these are the same kids from the burbs
who have no idea how to use their words

you take a little bit of pissed and a little C rap
put it all together and mix it with a creased hat
this is how the g’s act wishing they could please rap
laughing out loud in their face as we breeze past

once upon a time I met a wise man who once said
people’ll be media overloaded so revise the plan
there too much supply, not enough demand
these kids think all you need are rhymes to be the man

YEAH!!!

now I'm here to help you see the error in your path
while you breath life into all this life i have to ask
do you consume or do you produce
or do you choose option three and steal the kings golden goose

for some its much easier to steal
than come up with the logic to support their own ideals
it was love at first sight, now we live together
in the dark hoping we both turn into light as a feather

but I fear the worst, looking forward to divorce
what good is the droid x without Liberty from the source
porous like a sponge I absorb the sun
the best lesson I ever learned was how to shut the fuck up

you take a little bit of pissed and a little C rap
put it all together and mix it with a creased hat
this is how the g’s act wishing they could please rap
laughing out loud in their face as we breeze past

and the earth still spins

and the earth still spins
and in the battles I've witnessed evil still wins
back in the saddle posting up in the wind
writing letters to my better off dead twin

i was blessed with a little gift of gab
mixed with a hint of fire water wind and sand
living underground trying nothing more
than to make enough money to pay for my awful chores

my rhymes state that when I migrate back
all the hip hop heads with spray cans will paint crap
on the walls the imitation of flattery
hooked to the bottom of this little Saturn battery

you take a little bit of pissed and a little C rap
put it all together and mix it with a creased hat
this is how the g’s act wishing they could please rap
laughing out loud in their face as we breeze past
Track Name: Open Your Eyes
sometimes this life seems easy
other times I wish it would release me
have a seat tell me whats on your mind, i wish
sleepy little people would just open your eyes

It’s nice when life completes me
and I can get a head without cheating
we’re the 99% to your one little slice
lemme be more precise, open your eyes

All the greedy little grabbers who can’t get enough
to all my rough tumble kids barely breaking bagged lunch
i carry around this sad hunch
lifes going down the crapper till we flush out this crap bunch

it’s a terrible time to try and be a white rapper
would’ve been better off on a hike to occupy to Iraq
watch your back here comes big brother
mission op to be wack and make the people suffer

sometimes this life seems easy
other times I wish it would release me

have a seat tell me whats on your mind, i wish
sleepy little people would just open your eyes

It’s nice when life completes me
and I can get a head without cheating
we’re the 99% to your one little slice
lemme be more precise, open your eyes

LYRICKAL

I been seeing all the protest, and reading the signs,
the Media suggest its a sign of the times,
all the while in denial, we go on with our lives
put on your blinds, single file, get back to the grind

billions of lives intertwined one future that’s on the line
millions of minds united, they call us the 99
willing to get violent, and fight right through the lines
make a stand against a tyrant, start denying the lies

no more enslaving our minds, call for the systems demise
they won’t listen to whisper, so we scream to the skies
insist we all dismiss, well fuck it lets occupy,
and listen to this bitch I'm resisting till i die.

sometimes this life seems easy
other times I wish it would release me

have a seat tell me whats on your mind, i wish
sleepy little people would just open your eyes

It’s nice when life completes me
and I can get a head without cheating

we’re the 99% to your one little slice
lemme be more precise, open your eyes

It nice when life completes me
other times I wish it would release me
everyone just do what their told,
the planets been sold, for a damn pile of gold

Riddle me this, whys-life-like-looking for a needle in piss?
I’m just needing some risk, your sitting there, feeding the tit
bleeding ya wrists, open your eyes and start seeing their shit
their eating your kids,

these people exist-creepin in shadows and mist,
where they shape and they shift, damn right their planning this shit,
I'm just a student in the dorm feeling safe in my place
the G-Dubs and John Pikes pepper sprayin in our face

it’s nice when life completes me
and I can get a head without cheating

we’re the 99% to your one little slice
lemme be more precise, open your eyes
Track Name: Don't Get Me Started
I’m flipping, dipping, tripping outside
got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
while I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
laid back walk into my B Boy stance

I’m flipping, dipping, tripping outside
got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
while I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
laid back walk into my B Boy stance

I drank brass monkey back when I was twelve
I didn't really like it so back on the shelf
Pull Jameson whiskey straight out the bottle
I’ll kick it root down with my hangover tomorrow

That straight Sabotaged plans for the day
and MC hammer said that’s why we pray
There's only one question on my mind still
what’s the time? Yo it’s time to get ill!

Got pulled over still actin chill
handed the cop my license to ill
he said oh snap I didn't recognize you
Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside
got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
while I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
laid back walk into my B Boy stance

Now y’all know me I be writing rhymes daily
I gave three albums away now pay me
so many styles you're barely finishing
I kick it old school like the young aborigines

I might let it get a little artsy
while I fight for my right to cry at my party
eyes glazed over looking all shook and its
because I ain't slept since Brooklyn

Hello Nasty now check ya head
packing that bop gun heater instead
it’s Paul's Boutique in a bad situation
which is why i practice ill communication

That straight Sabotaged plans for the day
MC hammer said that’s why we pray
Only one question on my mind still
what’s the time? Yo it’s time to get ill!

Got pulled over still actin chill
handed the cop my license to ill
he said oh snap I didn't recognize you
Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside
got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
while I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
laid back walk into my B Boy stance

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside
got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
while I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
laid back walk into my B Boy stance

On the internet these people like to argue
creepy little sheep mixed in a Polly Wog Stew
find me on Google because my Ad Rocks
and I got Hot Sauce Committee for these bland tots

the hills have eyes all spun out and ruthless
as the world turns for the Young and the Useless
that gets me Rock Hard drawing with chalk
blue ball bored, blacked out from our little talk

and then there’s rainbows, give chase
and follow the same bros who got lost trying to train doe’s
no wait, that’s not how the saying goes
to the five boroughs waiting on the painted snow

I choose sedate mode when I debate lightweight foes
and I’m sorry doesn't cut it for the ninth gate shows
I’m not here to tease your voicen but
pour out some liquor for the Beastie Boys

I’m flipping dipping tripping outside
got hands in my pockets and I don’t know why
while I stroll down the street can’t sag my pants
laid back walk into my B Boy stance

Got pulled over still actin chill
handed the cop my license to ill
he said oh snap I didn't recognize you
Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him
Track Name: Smoking Weed
I’m a cannabis sack smoking back pack totin
mad rap quoting mat show ya how bad ya raps are broken
facebook poking rhyme writing with that same gold pen
are we gonna be writing rhymes till we’re old men?

Mat lee nine to five,
five to three smoking weed
the hardest working electric eel
in this whole coral reef

damn mat that hole is deep
that’s why I’m smoking on the freq
just to keep
my whole wide world scoping breeze

I don’t buy that schedule one political hypocritical bullshit
commonly used to fool kids into thinking they rule shit
And if you do, your a silly goose on the loose
ripping through this excuse of cum and confusion

my eyes turn red, focus gets the best of my
attention to the detail how the fuck am I gonna to learn how to fly
to the moon, then NASA lost funding
now I’m sitting on the couch about assume the Al Bundy

So spark it up inhale slow pass it to the left
before you blow it out make sure to save your breath
i got the one hitta quitta make ya cough up and spit a
little drip drip dribble from ya lip and then ya

Pack up a bud light it up
i don’t give a fuck where we go when we roasting bowls
chilling like a villain in the middle of my street
feeling pretty good because that's just how we roll

So pack up a bud light it up
i don’t give a fuck where we’re going when we’re smoking weed
chilling like a villain in the middle of the street
feeling pretty good because that's just what I need

Now A lot songs been wrote about a plant
smoking bowls everyday step away but I can’t
inanimate love absurd but sir
have you ever puffed herb till your vision gets blurred

this green mistress injects straight from hibiscus
we insist puff pass left hit this
a little smokey smoke ain't never done damage
so I’m blazing for the nation now someone get me a sandwich

these overlords spend 500 bucks a second
to arrest your brothers and sisters now its your lives they’re wrecking
that’s over 15 billion dollars a year holla
hmm what shall we all do about this problem

smoke pot sit around and baby sit the couch
now at the pumps we’re all getting gouged
and look outside is there an enraged crowd?
if you work on wall-street its starting to get loud

So pack up a bud light it up
i don’t give a fuck where we go when we roasting bowls
chilling like a villain in the middle of my street
feeling pretty good because that's just how we roll

So pack up a bud light it up
i don’t give a fuck where we’re going when we’re smoking weed
chilling like a villain in the middle of the street
feeling pretty good because that's just what I need

Ok ok , so you wanna talk science do ya
THC may cause apoptosis in leukemia
cbd strains like to stop seizures
and if you want the nice dreams smoke a little Cleveland steamer

that might not be the best advice
addicts like to smoke pot to up their high
so fucking what in any way does it hurt you?
does smoking pot fuck with your virtue?

OOOooHH!

there ain't nothing like walking through a garden
with your honey and some money to make life a little less hard
but these wrecked tard’s like to keep me on guard
ya know nothing gets better when you erect dead shards

but that’s OK because you know I ain't stressing
second guess the key lesson and you’ll hit a dead end
compose then press send,
defend free land tree smoke for every working man

So pack up a bud light it up
i don’t give a fuck where we go when we roasting bowls
chilling like a villain in the middle of my street
feeling pretty good cuz that's how we roll

Pack up a bud light it up
i don’t give a fuck where we go when we smoking weed
chilling like a villain in the middle of the street
feeling pretty good because that's what I need
Track Name: Bubble Bursting
When we first met you know before bubbles bursted
whip needles behind our back both doing the bursting
then I burst in cursing the worst men
like me who gotta try to find that first in

I shoulda coulda woulda no time too busy working
sure sometimes that shits on purpose
year after year of being mister at your service
all the while still dealing with these serpents

On the surface cool calm collect
eyes darting around with every synapse I connect
searching for that fake piece of perfect
the jerk gets paid just enough to be worthless

bedrooms grow bored of our bitches
damn girl we even got the kitty throwing hisses
no love when I’m busy breaking dishes
so fake the good shit or move on with your business

LADADADA

and when I come home to cold empty apartment
time to depart from the rat race of art it
falls apart from the cracks in the parts
that’s how it starts now the mansion is ours

Lemme be honest I ain't got no plans
to trip and fall into a whirlwind romance
no chance, too tired to slow dance
smoke, mirrors, and a couple little programs

poison when a few of our genes mix
bones picked clean by this little double helix
found in the mud over millions of years
evolve or die no room for the in betweeners

we know best how to hide our fears
test the poor then stream line their tears
and make love on the backs of those
who've come before us to tax our shows

so tonight whats on the tv
another sad story trains sheep when their sleeping
a jaded war cry escapes from lips
so all the fall guys break the whips

my eyes are red my guns are bloodshot
pin pointy pupils staring at these bad mugshots
back and forth the have and have nots
argue over who can slam the slap shots

I shoulda coulda woulda read a book or two and
putta bigger piece of my heart into the book of me and you
seeing true blew past the warning signs
on my way to leap off the bridge for the fourteenth time

Tonight lets kill the tv
hot chop cable till the blood can see me
seething over sin conceiving
I’m in it to win it to change what your reading

So tonight what's on the tv
another sad story train sheep when their sleep
a jaded war cry escapes from lips
so all the fall guys break the whips

I shoulda coulda woulda read a book or two and
putta bigger piece of my heart into the book of me and you
seeing true blew past the warning signs
on my way to leap off the bridge for the fourteenth time

Tonight lets kill the tv
hot chop cable till the blood can see me
seething over sin conceiving
I’m in it to win it to change what your reading

You are, I mean... You are reading?
Track Name: Face Tomorrow
Why can’t I remember

I can't remember....

YO, YO
first things first I open eyelids invite the sun shine in
light a smoke pull the blinds down before the sun blinds him
i gotta list full of shit to do today I’m breathing
reading writing smoking weed and eating right

Barely surviving how's that life of yours been flying?
Every day it's safe to stay bright and shiny
trying to think of what i really want to say here
and how to say it loving life every day with no delay

no praying cuz I’m lucky enough in my own right
reason? I once heard you have to make your own right?
fight the good fight write some good rhymes
and be a decent human being while you still got time

but all this talk of mine boils down to just this
can I face tomorrow with confidence?

but all this talk of mine boils down to just this
can I face tomorrow with confidence?

its like in that one movie when they crossed the streams
at the quantum level it means we're all light beams
and light waves and a bunch of atoms that spin together
were one little insignificant galaxy

and that goes as deep as you can fathom
from the stars in the sky down to the individual atom
its the water we drink its the air we breath
It's a piece of you and drowning in the deep blue sea

So who you gonna call to put your little minds at ease
a bit of quick wit spitting blips to my machines
the last great ghost buster deed
photos of photons combust belief

but

but all this talk of mine boils down to just this.
can I face tomorrow with confidence

so please put your hands up if you've evolved
we're tripping over running but first we had to learn to crawl
and I don't know about what the rest are doing
full of rest doom and gloom showing up truant

so reach for the stars and barely grab the net
it’s not our fault its human to hedge your bets
never let the game get you down and
never let the town you were raised in make or break you down

always look up to the good people do
and please don’t start shit you can’t see through
i breath truth after grief colludes
with the pain and makes happiness worth the pursuit

but all this talk of mine boils down to just this.
can I face tomorrow with confidence
Track Name: The Horror
What time is it?
Yo, Ev-G, what time is it?

YO

start the clock countdown the seconds
calm yourselves then pass out the rations
farm or not we remain here planted
in caskets make it all stop because we've had it

I think of the horror seething seasoned in greed
another weeping willow left bleeding in the breeze
like a shiver, the cold breath of winter
running down your neck like the sweat from a sprinter

I eat rhymes for dinner, philosophy for dessert
mind delivers the images till l trip and hit the dirt
i miss the hurt, i miss the pain of loving
shoving to the front just to let em know I'm coming

I’m running and jumping ducking and diving
arriving at the show down nine lives and still smiling
grab a hold and blow until the flame goes out and
put a torch to every single thing I ever wrote down

I gotta stay on top of this apocalypse to stop a fist
and drop the hits on modern kids who bother with this columnist
i try to dissect matter to shatter the chatter and batter rappers
that get full off my pen and ink platters

i think it matters to me that I speak to splatter the weak
and i lift my stamina's peak rapping over sick beats
from the second she sent me the message to let me know
she left me alone i let it be known I'm sending a clone

start the clock countdown the seconds
arm yourselves then hand out the weapons
calm or not we’re no longer passive
in caskets make it all stop before we blast shit

I send her a letter littered with letters that better
let her know I'm veteran to these sensitive poems
plotting overthrow in the comfort of my own home
plan focused on the senators home throne

I’m in it to win it second to minute to minute
slip up and your finished pwnd at your own game of cribbage
sinning is winning ahead in the seventh inning
it’s pin heads pretty pin ups steadily levitating

making millions of little tiny skin cuts
piss drunk playing in the rain with your lips shut
four stroke shock paddles get you going quick
annoyed at how your peers treat you now they know your going limp

when your lips are loose you get to pick and choose
whether you win or lose make sure you get the goose
and grin and bare it tiger blood winning champion
spinning madly waxing moon fishing crappy

backwards in my chair pissing tragedy
on everyone who cares all of the sudden we feel bad to leave?
the damage to our planet we've caused is sheer madness
we eat shit fuck like a bunch of rabid rabbits

sit down and think about it for a minute
is this what you gotta do in order to win it?
belligerent bricks bashing brass bullet babies
desperately craving depraved tactical cravings

setup late in the situation room
this vacation doomed economic inflation too soon
and then it pops!

kaboom!

no one left to swoon
or watch the clock counts down our doom

start the clock countdown the seconds
calm yourselves then pass out the rations
start the clock countdown the seconds
arm yourselves then hand out the weapons

start the clock countdown the seconds
arm yourselves then hand out the weapons
calm or not we’re no longer passive
in caskets make it all stop before we blast shit

I compose these grammatical flows
to batter my foes and shatter my woes
with sporadical prose we scatter the bones
then smoke hysterical bowls of cannabis oils
and other exotic chaotic mind antibiotics

our own people they try to slow us
play chance like we're dice and they roll us
throw us to the dogs like a little bit of table scrap
and they gonna keep on doing it till we take this cradle back

start the clock countdown the seconds
arm yourselves then hand out the weapons
calm or not we’re no longer passive
in caskets make it all stop before we blast shit
Track Name: Zombie Apocalypse
I’m night time driving looking for the dead
this nightmare I’m living in never seems to end
so I roll to the spot where I know they been active
freshly sharpened my tools for attack

my two krull shurkens and dual 45s
homemade flash bangs to produce a little light
like a ninja I duck and dive through the rain
the dead came back to life to eat brains

see it all started back in 05
with genetic experiments on those who just died
they got careless with viral infections
it could have been prevented with a careful inspection

they shoulda coulda woulda but they didn’t
the minute they finished fillin petri dishes with venom
fatal mistake that dish hit the floor
fuck my life, hazmat suit torn,

This is the day the dead came back to life
now we’re the minority trying to stay alive and it's
all because of ZOMBIES!

when it hit gen pop rapidly spreading
it’s hard to eat brains without nasty beheading
the dead gain in numbers like the power of ten
so stay off the streets or get showered in red

there’s only one cure for the dead disorder
eyes bloodshot hunger raging like a boner
and if you get bit just keep this in mind

I’ll be the one to put a bullet in between your eyes!

look at all the dead piling up in the streets
night of the never ending living dead feast
priests? dead, well, what used to be dead
do you choose to be led to the pews to be fed

when your running looking back cuz DAMN!
the dead just seem to keep on coming back
just remember that....

This is the day the dead came back to life
now we’re the minority trying to stay alive
all because of

ZOMBIES!

Break it down!

Now who’s ready for a zombie dance off
throw arms in the air till you break your damn hands off
shake a leg or two while you cut the robot
when zombies smoke bomb trees they don’t rot

I am legend puffing on the pure
blow smoke in their face, and don’t feed em beer
now all the dead got the wicked munchies
but at least they’ll settle for some picnic lunch meat

time ticks down with no cure in sight
got zombies all around me but I’m putting up a fight
counting down shots pop watch the dead drop
make sure I save the last shot for my head nod

suicide, if the zombies can’t eat
game over we win let me die happy

This is the day the dead came back to life
now we’re the minority trying to stay alive

This is the day the dead came back to life
now we're the minority trying to stay alive
and it's all because of ZOMBIES!
Track Name: Exorcism
Brian Dunning from Skeptoid:

It doesn't just happen in the movies
throughout the centuries and in all countries
the faithful have always practiced Exorcism....

Exorcism from the latin exorcismus,
binded by oath quote the 13th code, choose to believe in god, or don’t
either way the book is just a bunch of shit some random guys wrote

I’m not evil, it’s the demon that’s inside of me
hide and seek inside the bleeding heart of my sobriety
I’m skeptical by nature keep an open soul
sitting on the fence watching how god lets the dice roll

when I see a bluff I get the number then I call it
as long as it involves evidence I can swallow it
hallowed be thy name now we eat the flesh
like a bunch of drunk zombies trying to cheat their death

a closet full of demons all scheming to possess me
send the SOS we’re stressed a titanic mess me
diggin in the junk drawer my own personal hell
thirty one to life cost never hard to tell

so I revel in the fact that I've settled for facts
in fact I’m headed for hell and never coming back
if I had it my way I’d test your lies
cuz all fat demons need is to get exorcised

Exorcism from the latin exorcismus,
binded by oath quote the 13th code, choose to believe in god or don’t
either way the book is just a bunch of shit some random guys wrote

I woke up one morning shit didn't feel right
looked in the mirror, like I was trapped on the inside
no time to reflect it’s my perception
I dream of nothing less than a three ply confession

Then I remembered one cold November morning
snow sideways walked to school against wind blowing
thin smile growing, demons kept me warm
don’t object to possession free to believe in porn

I’m the hardest working bee in this whole fucking swarm
head spinning around three sixty
lock and load evict Johnny demonic mole
stop drop and roll like this junkie never copped a soul

Holy water check, crucifix? Check
the one and only martyr tied to the bed about to wreck shit
remember one thing don’t believe his lies
it’s never wise to look a demon right between the eyes

Exorcism from the latin exorcismus,
binded by oath quote the 13th code
choose to believe in god, or don’t
either way the book is just a bunch of shit some random guys wrote

Sancte Michael Archangele,
defende nos in proelio;
contra nequitiam et insidias
diaboli esto praesidium.

Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur:
tuque, Princeps militiae Caelestis,
satanam aliosque spiritus malignos,
qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo,

I got your blessed sacrament RIGHT HERE
invite the rich and the white to some light beer
they like fear they eat it up and power corrupts
death releasing another demon just to spill your cup

belief is the key component
without that your nothing more than a bad omen
it’s insane to think you can stop this train
the demon lives inside our brains we need a fucking

EXORCISM!

Exorcism from the latin exorcismus,
binded by oath quote the 13th code
choose to believe in god, or don’t
either way the book is just a bunch of shit some random guys wrote
Track Name: That's Life
I step up to the plate and adjust myself
aim my gaze through the crowd to assess my wealth
tap the dirt off my shoes then point to the stands
both my eyes focused on one particular fan

over seven hundred something feet away
we make eye contact for what seems like a whole day
I won’t play, it’s so far, but the stage of excitement
brings me back to the pages I write with enlightenment

Sure, you know I’m in it to share a little truth
with anyone willing to listen to all my dumb riddles and clues
it’s a scavenger hunt and we’re third on the list
I try to finish up before the nerds get pissed

I am, therefore I like to think I exist
on this earth to mark all the right exits
It’s petty, but then I open my eyes
and I’m just in time to blindly catch this pop fly

then i close them again forever chasing
this peaceful dream state that keeps my mind up late pacing
back and forth my failed attempts stop hateful debates
they keep my brain, chained up and nervous about the evil they make

you know it, I know it, I've blown it, you know I’ll die alone it’s
called the crying game and I sold it like a pro
you know it, I know it, I've blown it, you know I’ll ride alone
down to hell laughing as the devil tries to slow my roll

please don’t get me started on religion
when you put all your faith in fairy tales, it never ends well
its never off into the sunset living happily ever after
it always ends with RIP when they catch ya

my sub conscious knows better than that
I sold my soul so no one can ever write better than Mat
and I’m so thankful my eyes were opened
before I got blindly trapped in hopeless devotion

you know it, I know it, I've blown it you know I’ll die alone it’s
called the crying game and I sold it like a pro
you know it, I know it I've blown it you know I’ll ride alone
down to hell laughing as the devil tries to slow my roll

You know I love sitting outside with the sun on my face
my pen scribbling down the rhymes I love their taste
words, verbs adjectives predicates
like i have to get my masters in magic just to rap my shit

I’m just a lyrical wordsmith from humble beginnings
from the time i was old enough to think my mind has been spinning
focus tries to creep up on my ADD synapse
so i keep connections sharp with hundreds of lyrical chin ups

Mat Lee has to be the hip hop equivalent
to DEA conducting raids so they can steal your shit

I wanna take a second to thank each and every person
that's ever taken a second to listen to all my words its

been a hell of a time, I've written rhyme after rhyme
while the government gets paid to spin us lie after lie
I’m completely fed up with this bullshit
the way they get away with treating the people you know its foolish