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The Place to Be

by BTNKS

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1.
ft. Peter the Whaler, Sir Spectacle, Hooligan, and Sergeant Spin I was born just Peter, but was abandoned at birth So I ended up on a boat headed for the city of Perth, And all of a sudden the boat crashed at sea And a pod of blue whales swam up and adopted me. They taught me to swim ,and to breath underwater Even to speak whale, and became smarter Than any type of arid land dwelling mammal I lived with them for years, so I thought I was an animal But one day they came to me and sighed, "WHHAHHAHAAAAOOOOAHHH" And broken hearted, I replied, "WAHHAOOOAHAH" But after some discussion, I understood what they meant, That’s when off to the U.S.of-A. I was sent So that I could meet humans, some other of my kind But moments after I relearned to walk and got a dry land mind I heard a bump of a beat that made me tap my feet And a flow so smooth it reminded me of the sea I asked the guys speaking what it was they were doing But they pushed me aside and just kept groovin’ I learned from onlookers that what that was was hip-hop And after the song was over, I begged them pleace don’t stop They said I could come, come and cipher with them And when it came my turn, I started spittin’, “WAHHAHOOOAHHA” Immediately they stopped me then and I asked, "What was that for?" They told me to stop that wailing,son or they’d leave me beaten on the floor I told them my story of my life, living with the whales and that it was the language of my people, that this wail was of the whales they didn’t believe me, and that became the norm and that’s how my name Peter the Whaler was born This is who we are, head heart hand This is who we are, head heart hand This is who we are, head heart hand BTNKS man I was born in a small town to a simple fam Had a farm and some livestock and a little land My father he had wished for a strapping young lad That could help him with all of the farm work that he had Unfortunately, you see I wasn’t quite that While I wanted to help him out, I was blind as a bat I tried shearing sheep; they ended up dead My dad said, “I can’t sell wool when it’s red!” I was alright at milking the cow until I found out That it was actually the bull and got kicked in the mouth One day when I was six, I got lost in the field Cried out for help but all I heard was a squeal From a pig that I accidentally stepped on There wasn’t nothing to do but keep walking so I kept on Trekking for hours, and eventually I ran into what had to have been a tree I smashed up my face and landed on my ass When my hand ran across something laying in the grass I picked the thing up, wondering just what it could be And the thing that happened next, you would never believe It flew out of my hand and landed on my face A magical pair of spectacles that came from outer space All of a sudden, for the first time ever I could see All of these beautiful shapes and colors surrounding me And it didn’t stop there, I could see other dimensions And terrifying things, which I will not mention Fast forward 20 years, I’m visiting the queen When a monster appears the likes of which you’ve never seen No one else could see it, just its path of destruction So I slayed it, didn’t bother with introductions The queen said “Young man, your bravery was exceptional; Thus, I hereby dub thee ‘Sir Spectacle’” This is who we are, head heart hand This is who we are, head heart hand This is who we are, head heart hand BTNKS man Check yourself- Don’t act a fool again Cause I’m poppin pills every day Hah- no worries just my allergins Red hair don’t care, been pale since my origin I’m spillin out the womb and yellin “Yo my name is hooligan!” Haters say they make a millie, yeah I’m makin ten Fools misuse their words they try to harm me man Well keep it comin’, I won’t deny it take it in Cause all their foolin’s simply fuelin’ ink into my pen A white boy rapper in a cardigan, a fad again? Fancy lookin like the inside of the Raddison Regardin’ me, cause I’m playin the game Let me tell a little story how I got my name I was on the street tryna live a normal life Find a job make some money maybe even find a wife But little did I know that I would be straight thuggin Mixed up with the wrong crowd, side arm huggin For defense from these haters Cause I’m da streets hottest Not Tryna brag But I aint bein modest Start to run around with all the fly honies No complaints here- just makin’ money You think its funny? It aint always sunny on my side Flip side, rip it like a joy ride A confidant that you cannot confide In, cause I’m here to win, not make friends So I started going by a different name Cause my cruel and foolish life had really changed the game So I’m not runnin fast Only slow again Cause now I bear the title of the Hooligan Since then the rest is history Missin me? Bliss to be a rappin appendectomy Takin vital organs Cause where the best of whats around So I’ll lean and I’ll roll and I’ll bounce to the BTNKS sound This is who we are, head heart hand This is who we are, head heart hand This is who we are, head heart hand BTNKS man Raised up by the government Born by the President Taught never to be hesitant This is obviously evident Woke up wired, thought I was hired, never tired Wasn’t long till everyone was thrown into the fire of my desir1e Ring ring ring.. Hello, may I help you Sir, everybody just escaped from sector 2 What do you want me to do? I just woke up in this zoo Of blind insanity, under this canopy, can not we, find somebody Else to do the job, but had no idea my identity had just been robbed Like the really annoying dude in what about bob Shuttled off to the soviet My country I must lead it But not leave it to beaver Or else death by a cleaver Neither were we told the plan Just given instructions in a can Not to return to the motherland But when I do I’ll be the man. Walked into the city, the city I would soon learn I should pity Because the capsule had made me giddy, just call me chiddy chiddy Bang bang rang my gun, Now I’m just having fun A laser coming out my arm, and this was to my alarm People screaming in the streets, Cause I was the symbol of defeat As the fire burned around, and I was standing my ground Against the rain of bullets coming overhead, In my youth I would have probably wet the bed, and that’s hard to hear said. In all honesty I destroyed the city, and went home and showed my witty Remarks, like finding rainbows in the dark of a park. The President came in to meet with me, and he I was happy to see So to explain this grand masterpiece, but he just threw me up for lease. When I questioned why, he put his hands up to the sky And asked if I was so blind, for myself I didn’t find Than the gears began to spin, I wasn’t like normal men Wasn’t one to fit in, Like Jesus dealing with sin The president just grinned, because he saw the robot within Then he turned to me and said, welcome home Seargent Spin. This is who we are, head heart hand This is who we are, head heart hand This is who we are, head heart hand BTNKS man
2.
ft. Sergeant Spin, Peter the Whaler, and Sir Spectacle Richard Simmons in shiny spandex Cleaning windows with my new Windex Changing the time on my gold Rolex Finding mewtew with my Pokedex Next day shipping got here with Fed-Ex Sex-ed flipped around would be ed-sex Climbed a mountain got to the apex Finished off the day with some tex-mex Racin fast like Sebulba I’m into girls named Lola But scared of girls named Olga Olga or Helga I don’t really care just playin some Zelda Just go back to playing Jenga Janga Langa come in back like a bangaranga Orangutang Downing some tang Fallin down a drain Like dang I make it rain In Hawaii I don’t lie Like Chicken pie I mean Chicken soup for the soul In a bowling for soup In a coop This beat is just loops Y’all are being dooped Like the spy kids got flooped Having Premonition Yall wont listen Just watch me pistin In a cup, like a piston cup Sorry mater But ill see you later Alligator I love haters Cause they get madder Madder hatter Full like a bladder This just chatter I rap Dark Nighttime aardvark Shark out a bear Flippin flapjacks New backpack New back replacement New beat arrangement Arraning spaces Trading places Tying up laces Running races Around town Get downtown Richard Simmons in shiny spandex Cleaning windows with my new Windex Changing the time on my gold Rolex Finding mewtew with my Pokedex Next day shipping got here with Fed-Ex Sex-ed flipped around would be ed-sex Climbed a mountain got to the apex Finished off the day with some tex-mex I’m at my top, yeah I’m the pinnacle The zenith if you will, my words are never typical Fear ‘em if you will, but where I am there’s a way A safari out to see the big five, o.k. K.O. when I see you, battle with the big cheese I’m polite and say gesundheit whenever you sneeze Chester cheetoh plays chess with the cheshire cat Shisha smoking caterpillars smile cheerfully back Mad hatter at a tea party, his accent is atrocious You want some “cwowfee” son, he hoped I wouldn’t notice But it’s hopeless, my vernacular is loaded Croaking like a locus, I bend words like the lotus Half moon, or lord of the dance, If you got a question son, please lower your hands Some call me Auntie Anne, I’ll leave you bent out of shape Or Al Pacino, cuz I'll blow you away like scarface Richard Simmons in shiny spandex Cleaning windows with my new Windex Changing the time on my gold Rolex Finding mewtew with my Pokedex Next day shipping got here with Fed-Ex Sex-ed flipped around would be ed-sex Climbed a mountain got to the apex Finished off the day with some tex-mex Whip it like a miracle, spirit of the spiracle Sound it out - lyrical, round it out - spherical We're a cool pool of experts, my neck squirts Ketchup all over your best shirt, my chest hurts Burt wert about Ernie? He's derd on a gurney Ermagherd, Er'm so surry Surely there must be -- Don't call me Shirley.. Temple.. Of Doom.. the Doctor was early Fairy fightin feather titans sippin on a leather lichen Bikin over over-ripened island ogres overnight In spite of all the wicked weather, Pidgeotto pluckin feathers Lookin like a lump of leather, chewin on a chunk of cheddar Wetter than Atlantis on a two-to-one advantage Micromanaging the plannage while speaking only in Spanish Under canopies of granite trees and multicolored manatees A panoramic semistatic much-awaited masterpiece Richard Simmons in shiny spandex Cleaning windows with my new Windex Changing the time on my gold Rolex Finding mewtew with my Pokedex Next day shipping got here with Fed-Ex Sex-ed flipped around would be ed-sex Climbed a mountain got to the apex Finished off the day with some tex-mex
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ft. Sergeant Spin, Peter the Whaler, Sir Spectacle, and Hooligan So I went to this place down by the mall Actin real big but the honies was small Ordered me a pizza, of course with extra cheesea They said dude you gots to leaveza, I said first you must say pleasea. The schizo mouse was goin loco So I put him in a chokehold, All his buddies came in and stopped it Then I woke up in the ball pit. Straight went nuts up in that cell Because every time I fell, I couldn’t tell Whether I was fine or struggling up a well. Like the one my mother kept me in, till the day I wouldn’t sin But wait just listen I didn’t mind cause girls was kissin me all on my face like I wasn’t no disgrace, and I was rippin at their lace like a cat on a mouse chase. Getting my chuckie chuckie chuckie chuckie Cheese is the place to be, is the place to be Roll up to my spot: Chuck-e-Cheese, Chuck-e-Cheese Got my eyes on the prize: Chuck-e-Cheese, Chuck-e-Cheese They say ticket-wise, I need four thousand and three For those nun-chucks and throwing stars I desperately need Make my way over to skee-ball Grip it and rip it, 10 after 10, I sink ‘em all They call me the master You can’t do it any faster After 20 minutes, I hit up the pirate’s chest I walk up, close my eyes, let my fingers do the rest Jackpot again, and again, and again, that’s right i’m the best Now I’m in the ball pit, which oddly smells like piss And a mechanical mouse, yeah, is sprayin’ all the kids What tha’ h, is this Mickey Mouse and R. Kelly mixed? I’m confused and musky, I need to get out of this So I quickly get out, steal pizza out of a kid’s mouth Head over to the counter, and throw the tickets on the glass A pimply boy asks, "What would you like?" I tell him those, and point to my chucks and spikes He tell me that he needs parental consent So I smash his face into the glass, shards destroy his face Tell him next time don’t mess with me, and you won’t end up all over the place Give the tickets to some little kid I don’t even know And ride out real slow They ask to see my hand, so that I can’t escape What is this Alcatraz? and I bust out of the place Getting my chuckie chuckie chuckie chuckie Cheese is the place to be, is the place to be Welcome to the fun zone, gonna have a blast Tokens all day so my high score lasts Spittin out tickets like stacks on stacks Upchucking cheese pizza, too many snacks Let me see the prizes hanging on your racks You know I can afford it, you don't gotta ask Alien invaders better step back Run and hide from my laser gun attack Tunnel, slide, ball pit, jump, run, crawl, sit Freethrow, toss it, another miss, aw shit I like my bands to be animatronic What's that? Birthday cake? Already on it I ride the kiddie rides, you climb up and down the slide Go in the ball pit and hide, c'mon, let's go get Chuckified I’ve got a nack for pizza covered in some pepperoni Phony food watchin cartoons like Fred Flinstoney Reembracin childhood I wish I could so I think I can Hoppin in the car with my crew to hit up chuck e cheeses man A big fan of games, winnin tickets by the gillyans Cause Imdabes at whack a mole my high scores in the millions I got my sweatband on with my eyes on the prize But I don’t always need tickets to snag the people’s eyes I got my quarters, cause people know who we are BTNKS by night, but in the day we’re playin DDR Getting my chuckie chuckie chuckie chuckie Cheese is the place to be, is the place to be
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Howl 06:16
ft. Hooligan, Sergeant Spin, and Peter the Whaler (poem: Allen Ginsberg "Howl") Hear me talking bout this new sensation A hip hop nation, my Beatnicks Generation My country’s on vacation with their Americanization Destroying my reputation but I rise to the occasion I don’t know limitations, my flow knows no hesitations I rhyme with sophistication, no need for clarification I may be new on the mic, Navigatin’ narration With my complecatin’ conjugation, lyrical liberation I have the highest expectations in this hip hop situation Rappers try to drop the beat but I’m lookin’ for restoration For my soul a holy transformation, its like regeneration So I speed up my rhymes like acceleration Regardless of affirmation or some kind of appreciation But watch how you talk or end up in visitation Choppin’ off limbs arms and heads like decapitation Steppin back to my illustration of my fascination of Our federations implication their domination of desperation But I’m keen to their games of devastation, Their information pollutin’ dissertations and graduations So keep your head up, eyes open, contemplation But for now I’ll take a break from my demonstration And spit about the provocation of this rappin rhyming reformation No Martin Luther correlation, configuration But I guess you could call us a collaboration No discrimination, but to say were black’s exaggeratin’ So check your occupation, specilization This ain’t kids games like coagulation My reexamination, is self determination My Music? I’m Reevaluating. My Rehabilitation’s caused a little bit of a white boy rappin’ transformation "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving, hysterical, naked Dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix Angel-headed hipsters, burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night" This is to the ill-informed I just want you to conform Like a new babe just being born, new shoes being worn Nothing to think and nothing to say Just follow me in the maddest of days in the maddest of ways let this beat sooth you Move through you, could you, should you Follow me, follow we, Btnks, yeah follow we Will provide all your needs, don’t ask, or beg, or plead Plenty to share, and we care, like a care bair Braided hir, tortoise beats hare, ten out of ten And we’re in to win, more lays than a hen And I’m not talking bout sex, but more signing some checks To nurture and grow, not to torture whole Loaf of Rainbo, listen to the wind blow These chimes and listen to these rhymes And loosen your mind, sink in to the nighttime This planet is mine, and yours We can split the chores, makie rugs out of bores Slip into costumes, sucked in a vaccum, passing stars And eating mars bars, beat up chumps named lars with our rocket power We never have to shower, our purity does it for us And by the end everyone will adore us So forget the rhyme scheme and remember how it seems To feel when your alone, dog without a bone, just bob your head Soak up soup with you bread, get in line instead And wait for us to lead the newly wed It’s now or never, and if never than bad weather Like being made into leather, but cheaper than pleather Seargeant Spin follow me, get off your knees for the sake of dignity Don’t hide in little italy, or like an old man stuck wittling And whistling and figgitin, just to flee from his fix did he Clean up, I’ll give a buck to help If he needs because remember we are all family And we need each other to promote this blind insanity "Who pass through universities with radiant cool eyes, hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-like tragedy among the scholars of war Who were expelled from the academies for crazy and publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull Who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the terror through the wall" i’m an aboriginal, but in this age of the digital the original must be so loud that it’s pivotal to change the style from the runway to the thrift shop with the jingle of the change, ringing to the hop that is put in the hips of the ones on the street so the hip-hop won’t stop when you kill the beat cuz these beat poets won’t quit until the day is done screaming to the world, come what may come so uh, mr. ginsberg, will you howl at the moon with me and jack, let’s go get on the road until we can’t see- straight straight off the presses, the papers keep coming being sold on the corners with the pushers and the honeys (rhyme with coming) they call my generation the greatest in the world, but each generation before has heard that lore so lure me in as i commit the greatest of the sins to stop what i begin, to stop what i begin we’ve become the ninety-nine percent but we’re in love with the idea more than being in love with it so we sit and wait, hoping that something will turn and the wheels will start spinning, to create the yearn for a better future for the future and all of us here but the problem is when dreams are left between the ears instead of being right and realized with your own two hands we hand off our dream to the imaginary others of the land how can we claim we’re the ninety-nine percent when we pray to the one, and hope to depend we’re the future, we’re the hands, the dream, the feet, the broken poets who spit and twist the beat with the hit of the kick, and a smack of a snare ensnaring more fear than we can ever bare so bear with me, as the grizzlies start roaring and climb with me, as our dreams start soaring "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving, hysterical, naked Dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix Angel-headed hipsters, burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night"
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Sprightly 04:14
ft. Sergeant Spin, Hooligan, Peter the Whaler, and Sir Spectacle It was September the first… or second I don’t remember but it was full of life lessons Hopped right out of bed to find my goldfish had died And to also find out that my father had lied To me about stayin around for ever and ever Any type of storm and any type of weather But whether or not it was up to me to keep him I just had to cope now and try to find the meaning Of life, or whatever we call it Pursuit of happiness, more like pursuit of quickest death Cause right now, I can’t see 10 steps before me But so are we, metaphorically, diving into the sea Of dreams of being someone you can lean on Lean on or pee on, I’m just sad my mom still calls me leon All y'all posers think that you know us Walk a mile in our penny loafers They say you can't judge a book by the cover The smile I put on don't mean I don't suffer It was a cold day, a brisk December morning No Sun rays- Just tears and mournin Among the cloudy skies, the rain kept pourin’ That day was anything but borin’ No old man snoring, the kid was asleep but In a land that was foreign swept off his feet As a child to a different place, Tears streamed down his face Disgraced, All that he could taste was fear Bold and crippling, Tripling his chances of survival he ran out on the street and let out a shout If anyone can hear me will you please help me out! Realized he was now in a desert kind of land, Misstepped and was buried alive in violent quick sand Kidnapped, and now stuck from his head to his knee But little did you know, that kid was me All y'all posers think that you know us Walk a mile in our penny loafers They say you can't judge a book by the cover The smile I put on don't mean I don't suffer I spilled my latte on my prada bag Man that makes me mad So I went and wiped it up, and threw away the cup Of a carmel macchiato with just a hint of cream I’m so pissed I just threw away the bag of my dream I chipped a nail, didn’t have any mail, and there was no wind for the sail Of my yacht that I was hoping to get out, but to no avail Maybe an oatmeal soak could revive me, How about a cucumber mask, Then a mani and a pedi But the lady didn’t speak Engrish, so she couldn’t understand I pointed up, said those to some poorly french tipped hand My french tip turned out looking like my fingers were dipped Into some whiteout and then rubbed with a q-tip Got in my 2013 Escalade that i got today Surround sound and plush seats made out of suede, That heat up when it’s too cold outside And drove on back to my house and my pathetic life. All y'all posers think that you know us Walk a mile in our penny loafers They say you can't judge a book by the cover The smile I put on don't mean I don't suffer
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ft. Peter the Whaler, Sir Spectacle, Hooligan, and Sergeant Spin Scooter Club, Scooter Club, Mothers love our Scooter Club You wanna be a part? Get yourself a scooter bub A yellow elite, or a checkered metropolitan, or get you a buddy to ride around in Scooter Club, Scooter Club, Mothers love our Scooter Club You wanna be a part? You just gotta call us up It's Siloam Springs Scooter Club, and we don't give enough! Next thing you know the club started growin' I guess the word was out cuz the others started showin' up To our meetings where we'd sip chilled 40's Smoke black and milds and listen to the story Of the latest scooter member and how they became awesome The buds of our club, then began to blossom A bike gang came from the next town, heard of our fame Came down from Tontitown, swinging metal chains I said, "Listen bitches, this is our territory." Mothers hide your children's ears, because this next part is gory I flipped my b'n'm into the leader's eye, Ripped the chain from his hand and started to brutalize Turned his face into mutton, his bike to shards of metal And when he came too, i said, "Don't ever meddle In the affairs of a club, as great as we The Siloam Springs Scooter Club, a.k.a. Trip-S C" Scooter Club, Scooter Club, Mothers love our Scooter Club You wanna be a part? Get yourself a scooter bub A yellow elite, or a checkered metropolitan, or get you a buddy to ride around in Scooter Club, Scooter Club, Mothers love our Scooter Club You wanna be a part? You just gotta call us up It's Siloam Springs Scooter Club, and we don't give enough! Scooter club dawg, you wish you were in it Run these streets half a mile per minute No competition, we already win it Feelin second best? Now you’re starting to get it I’m just scootin aboot, ya fruit, scoot-by Better duck when I shoot, shoo fly Ooh my, they lookin too fly Lookin like the shit on wheels, what do you spy? Don’t even try, you could never scoot like us What’s that up ahead? Just our scooter dust We reppin Siloam and the 479 Scooter club’s eternal; we will never die Poppin wheelies like pills Stoppin freely at will Our Swahili is ill Hatari! Pikipiki! Scooter Club, Scooter Club, Mothers love our Scooter Club You wanna be a part? Get yourself a scooter bub A yellow elite, or a checkered metropolitan, or get you a buddy to ride around in Scooter Club, Scooter Club, Mothers love our Scooter Club You wanna be a part? You just gotta call us up It's Siloam Springs Scooter Club, and we don't give enough! Yeah you know I’m reppin scooter club Fourth quarter clutch sub Put me in the game So famous like a movie stub Lookin fly ridin by on Peter’s wheels We bring the static Shock- like electric eels I got my gang We crusin’ through the street The siloam springs scooter club cant be beat I don’t have a motor But it’s name is “Lazer” It’s still my scooter Cause I’m rollin on my razor I may not go as hard or as far With their gas tanks But I’m workin out my legs Cause their sayin’ thanks So I still rep the name Even if my scooter game Is less about the motor And more about the fame So hear my cry until I die As long as the clubs alive Loyalty I can’t hide Always down for a scooter ride Scooter Club, Scooter Club, Mothers love our Scooter Club You wanna be a part? Get yourself a scooter bub A yellow elite, or a checkered metropolitan, or get you a buddy to ride around in Scooter Club, Scooter Club, Mothers love our Scooter Club You wanna be a part? You just gotta call us up It's Siloam Springs Scooter Club, and we don't give enough!
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ft. Sir Spectacle, Peter the Whaler, and Sergeant Spin 3 in the morning, jump a train Let's take a little journey through my brain And feign the pain of the vericose vein Until we make it rain like David Blaine The main event, I came and went Spent too many dollars to make sense Intense with the ladies and gents I got the hot air blowing through the vents Propensity to density, so close like it was meant to be I lent my keys out, sent them accidentally To a man with an accent, went to leave But he persisted with a please, so I succumbed Played a little bit of bongo on his drums Till the day was done. Barrumpumpumpum. Some would say, I don't understand why he acts that way But they lack the facts he got packed away All back in the back since back in the day I'm just snacking away, and I'm not gonna say I'm not shocked by the chocolate packets you gave me As a matter of fact could you save me A little bitty piece of that ruthless baby A white and gleaming unicorn, guiding us right into the storm My uniform gives me the authority To inform you I am putting you under house arrest For trying to break into my treasure chest This chest of drawers, unless they’re yours And then of course you can open up the doors and be my guest A forest of flourescence with the essence of the present Present me with a conundrum that’s no fun Fundamentally abnormal I slow down the formal Into the presence of the normal Round out what I want, round out what I get There’s a turtle with it’s shell made out of baskets Push and pull, pull it and push it, Underestimate that there’s no time for music. Twinkle-twinkle little star, I wonder, wonder what you are Could you be Mufasa’s face, floating out in outerspace Skeletons look and dismember, but I’m quick to remember It’s raining it’s pouring, forget the old man Manage to get your hands dirty when the clean squeaks early earlier and earlier, I match dollar for dollar, Spices rack me up, and make me want to holler Can I eat this? Can I eat this? I think I can eat this... No I shouldn’t have Racks on racks on racks Miles of miles of miles Stacks on stacks on stacks I’ve been here for a while That voice, was it God? It was distorted enough, I think not I think it was Telling me wisdom from above To clean up my act, I don’t understand that I whisper in the morgue, where the dead meat all lies They bargain for the thighs they bargain for the thighs Tear it up, tear it up, rip rip, the bag lady sprints I don’t understand, what is this land? Can we ever know? I don’t think so. Help me out when i’m trapped You opened the door, that released that Monster of monstrosities An anomoly of hypocrisy The man tries to be But can never see Sea salt and the crackin’ Pop me up Mr. Flinstone Your pushpops were amazing And now I'm craving, and orange and lime snack I hope they got that, I hope they got that Uhh.. so many lights, bright lights, white lights at the end of the tunnel, visions getting funneld, funnal cakes, funnal shakes, I’m getting the shakes and quakes from the man comin for me, I bet it’s because he can’t help but adore me, war he- ro, getting low, low blow, crouching low finding prey, to take away, scratch and sniff the hay on the black mat, top hat, the dudes wearing a top hat, tom cat, tom and jerry plus a fairy, minus the hairy lumberjack in the back flippin flap jacks doing black magack, slippin drugs into my back pack. Man this is getting whack. Getting colder than a bear in the polar, opening doors that are fuller, and bolder than mints, do you get the hint. Pulling lint from the kangaroo pouch, hey roo can I hang with you, me and you could be coo, like Winnie the pooh, Buy some jerky chew and walk around like without a clue, but this will have to wait for later, cause I got haters sittin on me, making me want to pee, but I can’t aim because I’ve been hit with a cane, and I’m bound like Bane with a hand over my mouth and hands held tight by some metal bear trap, now I’m getting zapped, I’m gone.
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ft. Sergeant Spin and Sir Spectacle Game time, this is mine, 4th quarter finish line Do a line, sit back unwind, and rewind Emotions in slow motion, man I’m wavy as an ocean Sea sick, butterflies, I’m last picked, pick up sticks Shot clock, tickin down, clickin rounds I’m onto it I’m onto this, no time to piss, just pick me coach I’m on the list Hold up, wait a minute, Can’t stop now I’m in to win it Roll around, roll bounce, bow wow on me bout to pounce, But cock, click, boom, Shocked everybody in the room, Wrong game, so lame, now I’m fallin to my doom. The streets look a lot like the lane, blood now pourin down the drain Innocent bystander droops his mane, grippin the hole where red liquid poured out his vein. I’m ready coach, put me in. No, take me out! ...this again Throw up a prayer, miss again, now I’m double dribbling Try to pass, I turn it over, it’s like I want their team to win Coach is screamin at me, I can see his patience wearing thin Man, what the hell happened to all of those hours of practicing? Can’t take the pressure, I’m even less sure than I was back then But now I’m here, I feel the fear, when will this nightmare end? I’m even worse at scoring than my feeble attempts to defend Time out, I call out, 15 seconds on the clock Run into the locker room, man I wish it had a lock Coach is right behind me, says “Sir Spec, you need to knock it off Your body’s in the game, but where’s your head? I think it’s lost” “Intimidation, coach; gets me every time Seems the only time I have a shot is at the free throw line” “Son, step up your mental game! Why you think these fans all came? To see you put yourself to shame? You little bitch!” Spectators are heckling as I run back onto the court It’s quite alright though cuz it only makes me want it more I take the ball, I’m angry; I try to force it, nope Almost lose possession but I sure as hell ain’t losing hope I pull it back and I breathe, moment of serenity Out of nowhere, can it be? I see an opening I don’t think, I just act, go for broke and don’t look back Fade away, follow through, alright ball now it’s up to you Sailing in slow motion Dancing on the rim, bouncing round again Buzzer sounds, and all around the crowd is thundering It drops! It’s good! But we are still behind We lost the game, oh well, there is always next time
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ft. Hooligan, Sergeant Spin, Sir Spectacle, and Peter the Whaler It's time for clever wordplay DJ lay-dem beats People so impressed when I sit down they stand to their feet So haters take a seat- ballin' like my name is LeBron Flyin' Solo like hahn but you still can't even take my heat! Nah im just joshin, makin a funny face like chris boshin Bashin my name? It's only you that'll end up squashed in the ground So check my past cause my dirty laundry's washin I do my best with what I'm given but I'll never be Paul Baloche man That being said I invite all kinds of criticism But be warned my wits pretty quick when its faced against your cynicism Speakin' my mind with lyricism, no time for petty arguments Like if i chose my own words or they were predestined by hyper calvinism But I am willing to free your minds from predispositions Like not every middle eastern is on a holy destruction mission were missin the point our hate is a weapon, we're always wishin were better, but the truth is, our words are our own ammunition Oooh, learn a thing or two We're cool because we're new We're just some dudes Doing what we do I bet you wouldn't know that I have flow, smoother than the wind blows, through my halo, like pouring down a drain with drano Cuz they know, that I reiterate with repetition, reppin' ritz and bitz with my alliteration, alienation, always answering and asking about an arrangement of doubt blasting out a spout because in this rap game's a drought of meaning, we're leaning, I'm being an icon of a dream, so it seems that we are trying to be the next best thing Underestimated, underdressed we made it, laid it under a beast that thundered and I just can't help but wonder whether or not you understand the symbolic psychotic tick that we get from spittin' lyrics that mimic all the bites that we bit Now back to the plan, secret plans like Iran I ran races, got first places, waved at all the smiling faces Joined the BTNKS, just so I get my fix of being fixated on a goal no longer lost without a role like Oooh, learn a thing or two We're cool because we're new We're just some dudes Doing what we do I spit like a camel, my grill is enamel Hotter than flannel, and I can take longer than a preamble that rambles Man I can handle a handful of damsels in sandals I'm scandalous, grand, a mammal, and on demand like the channel I see you're eager for me to leave and relieve your fever My pricy ice opens your eyes wider than a receiver Move over Stanley Steemer, I'm cleaner than leave it to beaver Over-achiever, and then minus the over, I'm neither Gracious me, it would seem as though I giving you seizures The way that I'm making you shake like you're stuck in a freezer And I don't care about making a name for myself, fame, or the wealth Cuz I'm less about the business than leisure I'm saying sentences like the jury's made their decision My spectacular vernacular's accurate like precision And if I ever happen to make a mistake when I'm rappin You know that I'll be taking it from the top like division Oooh, learn a thing or two We're cool because we're new We're just some dudes Doing what we do The aesthetic in my rhetoric is symmetric While radially radiating the superior, Dur Fuhrer Of fury with a hung jury, tons of spice, courier With a message, no massage for the uptight Got a knot, not it An anecdotalist, fabulous but not a fabulist This is my rhapsody, free-form with free-style You're a nocturne, I’ll sleep while Sabotaging the saboteurs Pogonotrophic, I’m hairier than you Weaving in and out of lines, I’m looming about Don’t ever expect to understand what comes out my mouth They say it’s nerd rap, but I’m not N.E.R.D. So tread lightly, scribble quietly Your confined to your crayola box, my colour is Peter the Boss With lyrics so potent, there’s potential in my stops You think your street cuz you said “purp” over a beat? Congratulations, you’re what vienna sausage is to meat. Oooh, learn a thing or two We're cool because we're new We're just some dudes Doing what we do
10.
ft. Peter the Whaler, Sergeant Spin, and Sir Spectacle Goodbye Earth, I say farewell It’s time for space travel, it’s time to sail With aliens who are already probing me Wondering how I got to be so good at rapping They stick me, they want to learn How I basically crochet with the alphabet and these words I tell them I just do it, it somehow comes natural They say that’s preposterous and scientifically impossible They take out a ray gun, blast me on the toe I said, “Ouch! What’d you go do that fo?" I wondered if they would ever let me go I asked them twice, both times they said, "No!" They took me to their planet, that’s run by giant hamsters Put me on a wheel, and said run quicker That my quick metaphors, similes, and words wouldn’t save me Nor would my spectacular and savory delivery I'm just running and running and running Blasting past the stratosphere In the face of all your fears Soon to see what lies ahead Your wildest dreams or is it death? 10,9, 87654321 we have lift off swing by our gift shop and listen to this ill hip-hop hop on pop, I drop a lot of change, out of range where no danger lurks and jerks about, the perks are out perched on the table, please don’t put a label on me, imagine what we could be you and me, no room for three in this vacant lot, Polk a dot dress our hairs a mess, lets forget the rest and move to space and lose memory of the faces of the ones who brought us down, and tracked us through the mud through the blood, through the crud, through this old town, with no more frowns, just take flight with me, now don’t you see. Space is much better when we are we and I am you and you are me, and I am he, and you are she, and we intertwine like a double v. Double you is fine for me, but I’m just happy where I can be with you, no gravity, find some longevity, whether its naturally made or artificially sculpted, like a volcano that’s erupted and the magma’s pouring all around, and I would bless you with crown, and a bouquet of flowers, the sun is your shower… Blasting past the stratosphere In the face of all your fears Soon to see what lies ahead Your wildest dreams or is it death? Outer space, my favorite vacuum Careful when you use the bathroom Handshakes with some extraterrestrials Charting a course into the celestial Orbiting around in a circular fashion Throw away space trash in our chrome trash bin Turn a few knobs, incoming transmission: “The moon is the sun, with lesser ambition” Traveling at lightspeed, fly through a wormhole Instruments are jammed, patch a hole in the thermal Meteor shower, satellite shampoo In outer space there is nothing you can’t do Practical joke poke a hole in your helmet An oven mitt from hell is known as an oven hell mitt Technical problems, internal combustion All of us die in a fiery explosion Blasting past the stratosphere In the face of all your fears Soon to see what lies ahead Your wildest dreams or is it death?
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released December 9, 2012

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BTNKS Siloam Springs, Arkansas

Pronounced beatniks, BTNKS is a collection of artists who love to write hip-hop music, drawing inspiration from everything we see or do. Drawing inspiration from Allen Ginsberg to Chuck-e-cheese, we're here to make good music, while also having a good time. Come to a show, dance with us, and try not to get hooked! ... more

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