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Doc Savage

by Willie Green

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Bronze Intro 01:14
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Verse 1 (PremRock): Can you feel the hand’s twitching Pan’s Labyrinth position Damnit the sand siftin’ Piercing through my hand’s shiftin’ Man…. Listen! It’s a game of ambition Pill powder pop drippin’ Sacrificial lamb fishin’ Dip into the livestock Hologram Pac Risen Plots thicken Clock stop ticking Pop Lock Who got rhythm ? Empty handed painter from your streets Keeping what I gather drawing patterns on your sheets Counting sheets into the wind Grit my teeth until the end Spit my piece until it blend Keep it brief is my intent Livin’ life like it’s quill driven Still life I’m still living Real life in reel to reel is real different Dripped ink… Interpretive vision Now tell me what you see It’d take a nation of a million deities to stop my belief Mach 3 speed I achieve when dragging my feet React to a fleeting moment of deceit Chorus (x2): Like this is my conceit do with it what you will But best keep the receipt No returneth from the deep it’s getting deeper still I speak that head nod, no woe is me Camus’ ‘Stranger’ motif Like all this fuss over little old me??? Verse 2 (Milo): That’s when the old gray cloud burst. That’s when the old gray cloud burst. That’s when the pernicious symbol of oppression let itself defecate endlessly on our standards Pen the draft how Pharaoh eats grapes Recite the return date To blue suede cheapskates I think of Jack Gilbert’s tiger eating pink melon in Pinkberry, With my older brother who’s now a felon. And just as genial as he ever was Tho still quick to ask what merits the staring cuz Told Willie Green clock the beat so the feelings right Milo rap with an aura of healing light and a pop filter of clear topaz Kept a satchel packed with ornate doodads for unplanned camping trips Paid for by mp3 streams and candid rips of unbalanced sample flips (That’s as ample as it gets??) Chorus (4x)
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Verse 1: Poison poison Serum come from poison Bad dreams go that away don’t boomerang Path you on got cobras on it That coil on it and use the fangs Up ya food And your shoes you lace Car jackings and coup de Graces Bar smacking your face Like smack… SMACK! Bars stools'll break your back Don't be so mean in your retorts luv, take it back c’mon Caveat sentence may run on Caviar roe eat the young Shhhhhhh big money keep quiet bout it pump poison Sticky pot wit’ no twig nor seed I brought noisin My skin as black my sin but fairer than hoisin My arrogance And paranoia and cynicism my buoyance Waaaaaave Chorus: Poison poison Serum come from the poison Poison poison Serum come from the poison Poison poison Serum come from the poison Serum come from the poison Serum come from the poison Verse 2: I pledge allegiance To my bag In God we trust Big face four fathers mug My Allah my dollar my obelisk My finger snap and collars up My cynicism’s on fleek all week My wall of trust and my guard is up N word You don’t believe me, the nerve You must have seen me on TV On YouTube, on Daily Motion On PBS, on GPS, on Waze Wave Say Aloha to the badman with big chain it’s like Leis With the foot on the neck of the natives Got diseased blankets for trade And dogma so brave Behave Sing the song of Amazing Grace I’m Captain Hook Scratch that I’m Captain Save A Wretched Cro Magnon I declare my word is so Canon What’s a rock and sling to a canon? Bang The strange fruit on your family tree is my shade Hang I can help you out with your poison I got serum all in my fangs No justice juice for niggas just Tang Here drink the Kool-Aid it’s great Yum yum That’s ETY and that’s E The Young and that’s gang Just me myself and my fangs And my serum all in your veins Chorus: Poison poison Serum come from the poison Poison poison Serum come from the poison Poison poison Serum come from the poison Serum come from the poison Serum come from the poison
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Verse 1 (Henry Canyons): longing on a large scale is what makes history body heat of a great city, at least it used to be tonight’s unusually sharp sun taking a cat nap, dogs showing teeth, hear the arc of their howls giving me a chill of eeriness, cocktail bitter with weariness hoping for another drop.... all i see is the landscape, all i feel is the sand scrapes desperation on this man’s face no need to hide it, because it all evaporates the weather man claimed it’s waiting game the devout congregate as they pray for rain, and that group grows fewer, a statement that they lost their faith hearing whispers of an oasis, goodness gracious tales of a well, well beyond the end of yenavelt it’s quite the voyage, boy it’s something that you never felt heat crashing my cranium, hear the sizzle of my clever melt questioning my sense of self, as if i dwelled in hell, splish splash in the River of Stix, if i ever get back from that trip trapped in my synapse, to feel the moisture from mother earth’s french kiss rehydrating, eyes dilated, ‘cause we finally made it, elated holding onto the sacred the profane wanes in waves, feeling faint with the promise of this great lake Chorus (Likwuid): Habibi them say pray to Allah... Rastafari say Jah I and I Mamma 'nem raised me Christian When you talk to God do you lose your religion? I say Ashae Ashae Oh Lord, pray I haven't lost my way My way In this lost oasis Verse 2 (Likwuid): My cup runneth...over Tearing thru the terrain A tug of war with one's heart and the brain. We climb mountains to escape boulders Only to tongue kiss lava molten The days are long but the years are shorter In mother earth's miscarriage The lactic acid in your chalice is Lilith lying in your barracks Too real to close our eyes surreal is suicide It's asinine to try to journey to the other side. Catty cornered by the catacombs... the catacombs In Babylon we get our battle on and babble on Catfished by cadavers, who teeth chatter Not from cold or conversation, but to meet their cattle. Meat tethered and twined tied to a never ending appetite Using your wish bone to pry Your soul from my palate plied and bind by bile brine Show fangs to protect the young The hunter is the hunted what's the world become? Chorus Verse 3 (DefCee): Like a two-headed snake chasin’ its tail, we hunt what's easiest to kill after braisin the quail. We're the big fish dyin’ in a dry pond, knockin need to the side like a pylon. What you get for the man who has everything germ-free? What can you grow in the everywhere that he's burned clean? Where being a ghost town is a weak wish, and there's only blood in the water when you drink it. Now he's gon run the grill till the plates gone, till we're sick with the smell of melting flesh and steak sauce. If you're poor, he's gonna cook the all of you cuz if there's anything Uncle Sam knows, it's how to throw a barbecue. Hook-and-ladder plays to trick the cameras on the field. Quick trials, heavy sentences, verdicts, and long appeals. It ain't about what you poison...it's who. A re-election for the vulture that's poised over your food. Chorus
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Verse 1 (ELUCID): I know the games you play But I don’t know who you are I know the games you play But I don’t know who you are I know the games you play But I don’t know who you are I know the games you play But I don’t know who you are I know the games you play But I don’t know who you are I know the games you play But I don’t know who you are Let it all hang out I am I be I trail I lead I share we eat This weed is gold No like really gold I push I pull His hair like wool I’m on my toes I’m on my square I’m scared of heights I’m used to lows I know I know Don’t remind me No shorts Please take the side streets Had the same rap name since the 90’s Nowadays I teach black kids how to sight read If ya man shake hands like a Pisces Nah I’m aight B From the era of the 5X white tee Sharing French Fries on a project bench with wifey Nike check on the uptown Show me love when I come round Kinda buzzed, don’t want wanna come down Doing what it does I be thinkin bout what I’m thinkin bout Tryna make a queer girl’s top 5 Tongues tied Here comes the sunrise Revolution to be dead dropped on a thumbdrive Zip file narrated by a Gil Scott-Heron hologram In gentrified Harlem Let’s hear it for the man Verse 2 (Open Mike Eagle): One time For redemption One time For the hero’s journey One for the story Or torn apart One for the pain For the glory part Body broken down What was in his heart? New to the throne Rain finna start Took another fall Nail on the head Brow beaten Y’all heard? Never did Black scorpion Float leatherhead Busted open Lord bloodshed Oh my God We wanna follow and he wanna lead He want the people to know when he bleed Room recognition for what he achieved They don’t believe They think he done Somebody said he was down for the count Man what the fuck is they talking about? Rested for two How could they doubt? Lifted it up and y’all thought he was out He was a scorpion They started to panic and thought he should hide He coulda died He coulda lost Bought him a mast but what did it cost? I heard a bell but they’re waving it off Don’t interfere with it, they getting tossed Don’t get involved when that brother is taken It sticks cause ain’t nobody taking him off He was the champion He told them straight out the gate he would never submit He too legit Thought he was woofing? Don’t ever look at him crooked You wouldn’t believe In spite of the book And they pushing the clowns Just look around He somersault with a foot on the ground Some of em talk but he puttin’ it down Give that man his gold Let it be told Best on the globe Look at his boots and his robes Every opponent is shipped to his sole Took the control Holding the cage His fingers is broken The door wouldn’t open and stayed Locked with a rope and a chain Face split open The puddle is starting to stain His face is exposed Ain’t nowhere to go Everybody in the audience finally knows They know They can see now
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Verse 1: Last week I found a Painting/ last week I found a painting/ All up in my daydream/ urrything the same things/ That's why it keep it gate key/Hollowed in the safe piece/ Wash y’all in the moonlight/ we can paint the day sleep/ You know my position by the stitch in my side/ and my own Ambition by the lyrics and the spit when I write/ My benediction on a mission of spite I feel that sickness in that very thing/ All dead everything/ Back yard bully brought his garbage out to bury things/ and I'll stress anything/ It’s my coked out panic stee / That's why I keep it canopy/ covering my fantasies/ & Cannin P's and Q's along with paid dues, sand and breeze Chorus: These eyes More bloodshot than they’ve ever been I can see all seven deadly sins Broke down to a thousand pieces No more to be severed And I’ve died so many times Now I’m gonna live forever Verse 2: That's my centralized components No rings around no roses and don't whistle round the homeless Once you find the problem out you own it/ don’t give glass houses to the stoneless, they'll break out with their own fists There’s more attention paid to parts of me I never mention/ So pardon me if I ain't barkin' up your bad intentions/ I"m too big for bullyin' and young for tension/ So I sit up in my the studio and count out my defenses like/ One/ Most people is dumb/ i keep it breadcrumb by choice not ‘cause I get too drunk/ Yo they know me/ Yo they know me cause I holy shits in fits ain’t been a bitch since 86' and six around me know my sitch but stick around me though (Chorus) Bridge: I’m gonna live forever I’m gonna live forever (Chorus)
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Verse 1 (junclassic): Grew in poverty Great Depression stressing the economy His father made a martyr outta honesty Said son… “Only way to stay out the slum Is by the way of the gun One wave and ya done” Youngin’ knew a rich woman But the lady ain’t help him Ran wit’ The Tape Bandits Baby Face Nelson Did robberies Nelson caught a body and laughed Pop was sloppy Got hit by a shotty and passed Wit no Mommy Fate made him a ward of the State He escaped a foster home As sweat poured from his face Had to steal to eat And got down with a gang Grabbed a gun and fell in love With the sound of the Bang Rose through the criminal ranks With brazen acts Never did a bid the kid Kept his game intact And that made him legendary And a boss in some rough towns Many cemeteries Raised their cost when he touched down Verse 2 (PremRock): He passed his trees off to his man Blade in hand, pleading like Brooks Hatlen is a reasonable man We all bleeding fam He spoke between Pall Mall’s Now tell your story walking planting seeds in the Sudan It’s whether or not you choose to fasten the clot Stands to reason Only one of us is leaving with achieving their plan Thickening agents for the plot And it’s often all for naught Speak your piece or kick rocks Left a trail of broken hearts, smoking guns and picked locks On the road to perdition probably held up the liquor spot Got his loving on the run No need for hurdles up Spilled milk ain’t a tragedy ‘cause it tends to curdle up Never trust a man so willing to grant a favor… And never leave that phaser on stun Come for the benediction but you’re stayin’ for the show And you purchase for the purpose but you’re paying for the glow… Traveling medicine show Sipping on Old Crow, adage age old DT couldn't handle the caseload He did it for the pesos Revolver in the trench like - “Don’t nobody move until I say yooooo…” I was born like this Sight’s on won’t miss Light’s on don’t switch Is this mic on? shit. Torpedoes be damned I’ma light that wick You can fight back if you want you better bite that lip Verse 3 (Warren Britt): Waking up at five he Get to work at eight Just to get ate by eight different parts of his plate This is great He don't see no escape The bills late always Plus he gotta tell this to his date, who he hate Showered in sour grapes and spilled milk Got him feeling like the bride at the start of Kill Bill Will feel victorious one of these days Baby say he got a baby on the way Is it mine? Is it his? It is what it is, getting pushed out the place that he lived since a kid And he still gets piss from the pigs when he gives To the city and the state just to fix up their crib Verse 4 (Urban Miracle): It is what it is It what it was He says you make moves But the result ain't up to us Can't give up Gotta keep it motoring right Faith in God and the plan Stay holding him tight And He see the prize all in sight Within his grasp Gorilla arms with monkey wrench Right up in his plans It's just him Trying to advance Sick of nothing but lint In the pockets of his pants But each scheme Meets its end by ironic means It’s hard to keep the faith When you on a losing team Can't lose the dream If needs a re-work Don't fall for reactions like a knee jerk Consider it the rebirth A re-cert He keeps forward, never revert Sometimes it's new lessons for the teacher In defeat it’s a form of grace Follow suit If it's brief Solve the case He makes moves Avoiding buffoons He the rusty fork Wanting the silver spoon Soon A jester to a grand imperial From the condemned to a miracle
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Verse 1 (BRZOWSKI): Architectural salvage, hallways of classy wood painted over uneven boxing the compass left me awash under the frozen buckets of Nor’easters collected Qliphoth and husks, shells of god, memorial seating exercise the rope-pull, enough torque to burn yankee forearms Severed heads of the 5th Estate to decorate the galley with reminders Improper action will earn the enlisted man a swift plank or terra-formed gallows Saint Sebastian counting his arrows, masking elder powers, I keep rowing Weeds of the sea, a tool for augury but no revolution around swole star worth controlling Sold off lands, title, and holdings, for a life on a shelf, a night on the tile, a mouth sans smiles, a wife no eyes, a chant no vowels and a dip with the dying Dopamine will bring me back- all is fine, catch salt in peripheral Ahab pursues Leviathan prior to capsize Chorus: Row, if you can't row better Bail, if you can't bail learn to Tread water, tread water Tread Water, Bread and water Verse 2 (billy woods): Precious memories safest in Soft Places where you can't quite make out their faces somewhere in the ether like un-caught cases case-by-case on an ad hoc basis basements where bodies remain in stasis statements made through lawyers arrangements arranging the game with detached disengagement prow of the ship, she's stripped and faceless cut my own switch, clenched fists, eyes razors live in a Philly Shell, hermit crab black cloud, oil spill, burning man watch son dip from jungle landing strip abandon ship with whatever they can grip and that indeed is the thanks you get bills came due Bill came thru Nigger-rigged Time Machine whip seem new but you still smell glue Chorus x2
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Chorus: Bravo! Hip hip hourah pour le heros “Hip hip hooray for the hero” il a merite a sa medaille “He has earned his medal” et le bonheur est dans ses yeux “and happiness is in his eyes” Verse 1 (Henry Canyons): early morning mid june.. tanks got the streets rumbling.. platoons stationed in front of the Louvre, wondering whole family had our ears glued, hearing the news of our worst fears true on the broadcast we all prayed for God at long last, my father’s storefront smashed forced to wear gold star on our armbands, community of trembling hands frantic escape plans and caravans, damn nightmare’s just begun mother told me i had to run, January ’41, frozen hoping she’d again see her only son Verse 2 (Googie): They lockin’ us up in cages Strap muzzles to our faces I can’t take it my plan is escapin’ this plantation Breakin’ outta my shackles Patient I wait for massa to count his sheep and when he’s sound asleep is when I make a dash into the forest Gotta follow polaris The sounds of bloodhounds are echoing bellow into the morning I gotta make it if not they’ll be hangin me from a noose by my neck Just so massa doesn’t lose his respect They call me Bravo Chorus: Verse 3 (Googie): These lashes on my back are more like a symbol When all faith dwindled The candle was meant to be rekindled War is far from Civil Confederate flags wave in the red sun Run to the pulse of a dead drum I can’t stop now I've made it way too far paid in scars can't believe I even made it this far little further I'm considered a free man where each hand is valued the same for what it's worth for what is gained A brand new name no longer a slave just call me Bravo Verse 4 (Henry Canyons): je suis parti au milieu de la nuit “I left in the middle of the night” aucune idée de l’avenir de ma famille “With no idea of my family’s future” seulement l’espoir de les retrouver au Brésil “Only the hope is reuniting in Brazil” dix mille bournes... “10,000 miles” nothing was forewarned or for sure, hiding under floorboards, in stalls in farms all aboard to cross shores, the reward of seeing my family once more peur qu’ils sont morts, notre puissance est trop fort. c’est mon médaille en or “scared they were dead, but our resilience is too strong. That is my gold medal of honor” Chorus
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Verse 1 (Curly Castro): Ezekiel Rawlings Devil inna Blue calling Segregate, colored only Call on Mouse if you have a problem And now yo ass really drowning Pimping ain't ease it's a mountain Dealing with anything Half-Back Enter thru the Back, Bull ConnER Take it to the Head, Selma Place Dynamite, No Thelma Just four little girls, dawn at a church Spike had to fuckin’ tell yah? But a Panther only gets Blacker And the Night plays a factor It swallows all the white wrongs And the Meek kills the Master So the reckonings a'coming Word to the ghost, Bobby Hutton So stand strong, Juan Carlos Or you free fall for nothing Pardon, We could take it back Dogon, so gather alla yah photons, for the phone con, and so on Tough to kill like LoGone Power to the P. Malcolm Boogie Down like the South Bronx/ with a Falcon On my Gun Arrrrmmmmmmmmmmm! Verse 2 (Lauren Kelly Benson): Would you send your kids To our kids' school? Is Trump about to win This stage of fools? Do Black Lives really matter Or do they don't? Dirty blood, curly hair Like my President. Is it true East New York's Coming up and hot? Can you touch my Afro? (Ha!) You may not. Polluting my Earth, my food Mind and more. Healing foremother's wounds Your forefather's whores. Verse 3 (Cavalier): Waltz with the invisible man The elephant in the room I need me a sensible plan They trynna sentence me to doom If it had not been for the lord I woulda had a not a now nada Nat Turner on a quiet night From the back burner or the pilot light Cause of one drop of this Black blood You know the hood different now seen White girls coming out the chicken spot lookin thick Or was it one drop of this Black nut? That got them open season on my progeny For the fear White ovaries might meet The Nightmares of an overseer or a housewife of an officer They like “Why you go there so often?" "Pardon, can’t cloak this awful truth, dispute even our ocean's haunted" So to call me going overboard Thats old news sung from my sad song Tongues at the bottom these deep blues And the cotton in my denim bleeds too My pain regressive your strain recessive I'm just trynna be, I'm just minding me I ain’t trynna be rude Waltz with the Invisible Man... (x10)
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Verse 1 (billy woods): Original Man wave from Ghanaian sands Human traffic jammed up like 80s crack wave hand-to-hands When God asked after my brother...deadpan Xeroxed your cover sold it two-for-five my part of the gutter along with Best of Jadakiss Cruel Summer South African Embassy Danny Glover You should know, your mother took a lover Old Leopold, Congolese Beyonce Knowles laughing somewhere cold Or in Dubai's fake snow Didn't look up as he rolled, asked in Portuguese how much the hold hold Laughed as the translation came in; all systems go White gold black gums white teeth Canal Street white heat bright Sudanese son Hammer'n sickle in his blood so the Mosquitos don't come Milo in a tin cup, splash of west indian rum Chorus 1 (Andy Koufax): Laser on a paper tray a cover smothers sheet and it's gone Copies in the office personal use like the weed in the jar I'm a god I'm a wolf and a pig and a dog It's the weight of the world that made me strong Verse 2 (ELUCID): Black doo rag with the cape out at the Wu Mansion Stranded Hand stitched enchantment I answer to my name I got nothing to lose but these chains Millyrock in the flame Cash for gold, funny money at the jewelry exchange Shit for brains I’m confused in this thang Fuck u and ya mans Stay true with my aim He’s no killer Their posse's on broadway doing death drops I would play collecting red tops Shortcuts through open lots South Jamaica cop killer Queens No shirt slapboxing in the street I am who I seek Delusion draw the line between facts and belief Mathematic supreme For niggas who walk with a toothbrush keeping their white kicks clean Team Elohim Coke dreaming Black powers for Black men I been reading Caught a body east of Eden Still breathing, keep squeezing Dozed off in something sleek on the Major Deegan Chorus 2: Laser on a paper tray a cover smothers sheet and it's gone Copies in the office personal use like the weed in the jar I'm a god I'm a wolf and a pig and a dog It's the weight of the world that made me strong Con a game lose sight which way is the wrong Turnaround still frames each head is a song I'm a god I'm a wolf and a pig and a dog It's the weight of the world that made me strong
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Verse 1 (Zesto): Lost and found, no place to rest comfy, Stroll down the ave, with the half mast to custies, Bust me, like they just left bookings, Ain’t puff a C.I. , Fits of anxiety, Landscapes will change, Bombs erode, Versions of cat-calls, make germs implode, Family trees, multiply lovely, Member your mans, they last stand was he, Phantoms, like I support the edifice, Structures remain, leeches consume, Memories implant to hard drive tombs, It’s like shells, And the metaphor is literal, Waves of bloodshed, the remnants are tricking you, Holographs like street side windows, Innuendo, pay taxes to nymphos, Fuck your ones like -------- date rapists, Fall into traps of the abstract famous, Cookies, They rob fortunes, the shameless, Lifestyles, of the lost entertainment, for real Chorus (Barrie McLain): We used to be something We used to be anything We used we used we used to be... Verse 2 (Uncommon Nasa): Ornate necklace flash til it disappear Sounds bounce, dash through the inner ear Hide your inner tear, let em see you smiling Compiling memories like dream pieces Marched ‘til feet pace extreme teachings Darts fill neat places, themed meetings Then emerge from the basement through cellar doors Hella raw, in search of fates that's ornate No matter real or fake or replaced Whether or not on the take, gimme the intake Burlap sacks and metal cases Words react in several places Find me in the middle of the bank, in the middle of the city Counting out tens, ones and fifties If you can, maybe you can catch me With a sixties super hero, so fitting Frankly, I just don't see it These cops are mostly pigs and they just can't be it They on my side in an abstract way In the retro future, we must stay paid Chorus
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Wide awake now. Motivate now. (x8) Out in the whip on I­95. Sky in the sunroof, hide my eyes. I look back. Mind's eye, my life I look at. Might look cracked, but it might be fine. I need mine. Spend the whole thing 'fore the check ink dries. Money won't cure my stress, but I got debt(s). Money gon' buy me time... Write a rhyme...lay it down, build that buzz. Really ain't much to all, just grind they say. Team no days, ever wonder if you('re) gon' feel that love...? Or will I just be stuck...? Or will I still need bucks...? Or will a friend and a plus one be the sum comin' to my shows that month...? If the top is lonely than the top must feel like here <here> (x4) I used to know for certain. I question everything. My brain and heart are fightin'. I question everything. I fear the unknown but. I'm everything I fear. I live behind this curtain. Nobody knows I'm here. I tell the world I'm breathing. Nobody seems to hear. Maybe I'm nothin' special. I'm nothin' controversial. Might be I'm just commercials. My type of thoughts'll hurt you. You think I'm nothin' like you. You think I don't concern you- Runnin' and runnin' is all that I do. Summer to summer, I summit the booth. (You) summon, I come in and cut it in two. How was it when rubber's up under my foot and the other shoe plummet(s) you('re) tumble from view? I done been givin' my life to this shit. I done been tempted man, I could surrender, be finished the clenchin' and fightin' and shit­ truthfully, usually I don't be likin' this shit. I'm just survivin' this shit. Swingin' and dippin', defense is intrinsically in us, my engine is grindin' and grippin' and grittin', I try and I trip and it's killin' momentum, my vision, my nigga I hear ya, I'm wit' ya...feedin' this feelin' is bleedin' my spirit, my body and soul...I'm so- Wide awake now. Motivate now. (x8)
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Borrowed suit, I pop bottles in hard bottoms sip juice from Tiffany coupes watching white women raise the roof pour something for old friends who always pick the wrong men and make the same excuses again and again and again “he's not like this when it's just me and him” had to suppress a grin classical music no need to go out on a limb cognac and gin Stay Up Late with Womack and Friends On my own damn planet The little prince Ignore me it's yourself you gotta convince because your fiancé is a bitch open bar get my crutch dance like crip they wanted a speech I let 'er rip all i heard was "preach brotha!" on my Big Gipp dabbing forehead monogrammed handkerchief “this won't take all night” sunk cost fallacy counting the days till I'm paid to rap in a gallery drug war almost over nobody wanna be the last casualty arresting officer laughing casually like "is you mad at me, or yourself" Bad situation like you grabbed the belt sniveling, legs starting to welt and all mom said was let go, or else
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Verse 1 (Pastense): You don't see it? Don't look down It’s opposite the cement / The past shines a beacon A time when / from where the light reaches Pierces the firmament / opticals process the heavens internally Wilted or unfurled / the former frees I'm the wings of a bird before a storm at sea For me , it's hard to move forward Stuck in a shell / taking turtle steps Stuck in a well / hitting a wall Hard times One Nine Eight Two burners Faded to hard lines / don't stop for park signs Live keep swimming / dark binds with light I'm a shadow with shark spine Sit on stoop / the street lamp flickers Vine climb brick wall / red cup liquor Eyes rain salt water / thoughts flow inward Abyss pitch black, vast Walking in circles with my last lit match Chorus (Dan Dillinger) (x3): Granite, planet, falling from the clouds Landing on the shoulders of the most, the sick and proud Blocking out the sun rays, so some days it's dark But embark on spreading heart and there's still hope within the art Verse 2 (Skech 185): Chewable air halos atop the glut of humanity. Gutter tongues stuck in the mouths of the children killing before their wings leave. So how does your desert god explain a hemorrhaging planet of ex slaves that trade in excess and brain chemistry? Envision these obituaries under pressed flowers in bibles. Survival is an industry! And viral or facsimile of a “Paradise Lost.” Reinforce glass ceilings. Now let’s see what these upcoming screams will shatter. It seems a “feast or cancer” between the kings and every home. Bitter grandeur unevenly spread across a grid. The sicker they answer! Like “there are only so many cemeteries.” The Twentieth Century was heavy! It’s cracked their neck on nudging an avalanche. Folding the flags matching a millions ways to bury inconvenient truths. Roots ensnaring themselves within the shells of fallen leaders feeding strange fruit. But, perhaps, these are just fading thoughts of a war hawk half blinded by the yellow cloud of yesterday.
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I’m tryna get to the Man of bronze Stand next to God He gotta be the chosen 1 So don't you ever try to compare lebron How many wanna go against the odds? Can't go against the Doc I'm trying to get him on the phone He usually on the 8-6 flo But he ain't been there though I'm tryin to get up in there though He got something the whole world want But he do stuff the whole world don't He the one to call before the whole world blow Make you wanna show soul But he the only one to serve... But How many really wanna put in the work.. After work But when I look up in the mirror and I realize They can't stop you guy You got that Tom Cruise drive You gotta do it big and do it 2 times Boy you just gotta take a leap of faith and just fly Take a leap of faith and just fly Take a leap of faith and just fly

about

Doc Savage is the new album from Brooklyn producer Willie Green. Inspired by the retrofuturism of its 1930’s pulp fiction namesake, Doc Savage is a hip-hop epic. A classically-trained musician with a resume full of indie-rap bonafides, Green built this album from the ground up, seamlessly melding live instruments into his head-nod aesthetic, and handcrafted the sound every step of the way, from production to mixing and mastering. Instead of just handing rappers beats to choose from, here Green is a producer in the truest sense of the word.

“I wanted to challenge the artists as well as myself, these aren’t some regular old beats. I wanted to take a lot of musical chances with Doc Savage, and the results are wild,” Green says. “I spent a long time hand picking each emcee for their particular songs, pairing them together and discussing concepts.”

For a celebrated producer & engineer with some noteworthy credits under his belt, Willie Green has kept a fairly low profile. Look around the last five years of indie rap records though, and his name pops up in important places like Open Mike Eagle’s breakout single (Nightmares) and billy woods seminal History Will Absolve Me. Doc Savage is a platform for Willie Green to showcase the depth of his unique talents

“This album is the culmination of all my previous work, expanding on styles and production techniques I’ve explored before. It uses samples, live instruments, orchestration, loops; sometimes all at the same time,” Green explains,” I wanted to make this album because while I’ve always had a vague idea in my mind what all these different parts of my experience would sound like together, now I finally had the capability of putting it together."

Doc Savage features some of independent hip-hop’s most celebrated voices; Open Mike Eagle, Billy Woods, Denmark Vessey, Milo, Elucid, PremRock, Henry Canyons, Junclassic & Uncommon Nasa amongst them.

The album also includes a beautiful 20-page lyric book featuring paintings acclaimed Canadian artist Graeme Borland. Five years in the making, Doc Savage is truly Willie Green’s opus and is available Sept 23rd via Backwoodz Studioz.

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released September 23, 2016

All Songs Produced by Paul “Willie Green” Womack for Paul Womack Media (BMI)
All Songs Recorded*, Mixed & Mastered at The Greenhouse by Paul “Willie Green” Womack
*Unless otherwise noted
Assistant Engineer: Cedric Wilson
Flute (Tracks 1,8): Erik Elligers
Album Artwork: Graeme Borland www.graemeborland.com
Graphic Design: Patric Mersman for PEM Designs www.pemdesigns.com
Executive Produced by: Willie Green and Zu
Label Director: Phantom Power
www.BackwoodzStudioz.com
www.WillieGreenMusic.com

Thank you to all the artists for lending your tremendous talents to this project. It’s been a long process, but it’s finally done and you’ve made it brilliant. Especially Graeme, you brought my sound to life better than I ever imagined. Thank you everyone at Backwoodz for your hard work, and even more for your patience. And of course, thank you Alessandra for your infinite support.

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A producer, engineer and sonic artist, Paul "Willie Green" Womack has built a discography boasting names such as Wiz Khalifa, The Alchemist, The Roots, Billy Woods, ELUCID and many more, and established himself as one of the top names in independent Hip-Hop & R&B. ... more

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