Escape Goats, by Finn Martin

Escape Goats

by Finn Martin

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1.	Intro 01:29		buy track
2.	The Hero 03:36	lyrics	buy track
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
3.	Soft Cloud 03:22	lyrics	buy track
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
4.	It's Me Again 04:05	lyrics	buy track
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
5.	How Them G's Act (Prelude) 00:46		buy track
6.	How Them G's Act 03:27	lyrics	buy track
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
7.	Open Your Eyes 03:21	lyrics	buy track
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
8.	Don't Get Me Started 03:32	lyrics	buy track
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
9.	Smoking Weed 04:25	lyrics	buy track
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
10.	Bubble Bursting 03:27	lyrics	buy track
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?
11.	Face Tomorrow 03:31	lyrics	buy track
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
12.	The Horror 03:38	lyrics	buy track
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
13.	Zombie Apocalypse 02:59	lyrics	buy track
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!
14.	Exorcism (Interlude) 01:04		buy track
15.	Exorcism 03:35	lyrics	buy track
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
16.	That's Life 03:33	lyrics	buy track
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