The Place to Be

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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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Track Name: Introductions
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
Track Name: Richard Simmons
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
Track Name: The Place to Be
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
Track Name: Howl
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"
Track Name: Sprightly
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
Track Name: Scooter Club (Family Fun Zone Version)
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!
Track Name: The Sergeant and I
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.
Track Name: Attitude Reflects Leadership Captain
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
Track Name: Previous Small Nothings
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
Track Name: Goodbye Earth
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?
Track Name: Watch Where You Step
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