Sammy J & Austin Green EP

by Austin Green / TinFasco / Sammy J

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released 09 February 2014

Thank you Sammy J for producing everything on this EP.

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Track Name: I. This That (Intro) (Produced by Sammy J)
I. This That (Intro) (produced by Sammy J)

I'm that padawan,
Obi-wan kenobi, son,
On my own sensai swag with that Jedi mind, son/
But depicted from the dark side and raised upon that pedestal,
You're jousting with a Jedi with them red eyes who's been after you/
After two, I might have made an ass of you,
But I've planned that too, making moves with that storm troops and force choking your homies too/
Reflecting blasters back at bastards who's been shooting me with blasters,
Take a second to inspect my tactics as a Jedi master/
I sliced you with a saber, who to save you when your face is two,
Pick a tool, no colonial mustard in this game of clue/

This that old school knocking hard,
Modern shit, Joan of arc,
Sammy J and Austin Green batting out this ball par/
First I park my car and then you know that part,
This that dirty Diana, the Howard stern after dark/
This that after hour, happy hour, looking for that chaser,
That O.P.P. Shit, we be naughty by nature/
We take that double 5-9 just to make something from nothing,
But the politician speaking, but all I see is them fronting/
A bunch of bullshit on my kind,
Bullshit on the tv, bullshit all the time/
Track Name: II. Morning (Produced by Sammy J)
II. Morning (Produced By Sammy J)
Chorus:

Waking up early, this is my morning,
Everything's the same but we share a different story,
Waking up early, this is my morning,
I keep my days simple with a cup of joe and stogies/

Verse I:

I'm living in it, I'm so indigent, I'm just a figment-
of your imagination almost finished,
But it doesn't matter when the clock is slowly ticking,
Every minute of the hour is something that we compete with,
The city lights don't stop when the road is settled,
So when the time is fully right, we won't know so,
So keep it local and indulge the bifocal,
While you be doing that, go grab a coffee to sip slow/

This that Ol' Dirty Misfit, gifted on the Weston,
Smoking Marlboro reds, to his head a smith and Wesson,
This is where I rest in, take a couple seconds to realize that you're alive and it's okay to just settle in,
Who that, who that,
A stranger in the major league,
A stranger that will make believe,
But Austin Green is who I be,
A sunny day in the Autumn shades,
I reassure the lost souls for another day/

Chorus:

Waking up early, this is my morning,
Everything's the same but we share a different story,
Waking up early, this is my morning,
I keep my days simple with a cup of joe and stogies/

Verse II:

I picked this up from Sammy J, he wants me on his interlude,
Cramming in coronas, all you others are convenience food,
Acting out of state, man,
My mind's in outer space, man,
I'm on my sensei shit, son, get out my face, man
Because that's what keeps me going,
A 40 ounce of the E, helps me balance out the lows,
I keep my gang close, there's no in n outs, animal style, the funky homosapiens, providing the sounds,
We bring heat to break beats for you people to sleep to,
Surround yourself with real, there's no time for things see through,
Or steep through,
I slept through my alarm this morning,
Another day in paradise, but paradise is boring,
But none of this worthy,
Catch me in valley, posted hard up with my corgi/

Chorus:

Waking up early, this is my morning,
Everything's the same but we share a different story,
Waking up early, this is my morning,
I keep my days simple with a cup of joe and stogies/
Track Name: III. Lucifer (Produced by Sammy J)
III. Lucifer (Produced by Sammy J)

Verse I:

Too much pride to put that pussy on a pedastool,
How much time does a lie take to reconcile,
This is my time, this is how I highlight,
When you nagged about the times I never read between the lines,
This love is blind, take a photo for the future,
You're a monster but I support the local creature,
Eyes wide shut, lips hotter than a kettle,
And I hate it, because your make up hides your inner devil/

I wake up from a nightmare of a mere vivid of you,
I was dancing with the devil and the devil was you,
A ring around the Rosie's, I watched the ashes fall down,
We lived inside a town where the people wear frowns,
It's a small town, what lucifer created,
Sedated since I lived here, there's nothing much to take in,
Besides the fact that you set it on fire,
My hopes and desires, stripped with a plier/

Chorus:

Eyes wide shut, lips hotter than a kettle,
And I hate it, because your make up hides your inner devil,
Lucifer, I prefer, I know you see my struggle,
Lucifer, I prefer, I didn't mean no trouble/

Verse II:

I grind down my coffee with the little bits of demons,
Diluted my surroundings with the hopes of grim reaping,
The stress is overwhelming, she keeps me up at night,
She's the bottom of my coffee, so sweet but a sad sight,
It's every night that I come across her path,
I relapse on the laps that she runs deep inside my head,
Too many times that I let her slip my mind,
But every morning that I wake up,
she's the reason for my smile that helps me stay away from my frown,
Okay, it's confusing, she's a beautiful lie,
Lay lady laying just right in front of my eyes,
Her thighs with goosebumps, she looks pale, and colder than ice,
But if you take a closer look, she's wanting and willing to die,
That's how she always looks, deep inside of her,
I've been there and done that, raced tracks and been back,
So don't feel special if you see her,
Be more cautious to approach her but don't you ever fucking leave her/

Chorus:

Eyes wide shut, lips hotter than a kettle,
And I hate it, because your make up hides your inner devil,
Lucifer, I prefer, I know you see my struggle,
Lucifer, I prefer, I didn't mean no trouble/
Track Name: IV. Running (Produced by Sammy J)
IV. Running

Verse: I

Forever money on my mind, it's that money all the time,
It's that money is too nice but the money ain't my life,
I lived enough, I've lived it up, nobody can tell me what to do,
I'm living life up so drastic,
Compensate my soul so I won't burn up like plastic,
Molasses kiss is so magic, dodge it, roll up and ignite it,
I'm frightened from my night dreams,
CREAM, CREAM, CREAM,
The creatures rule everything around me,
This is how I really live, nothing so astounding,
Bump my sound, but don't follow me up,
Smoke a stog, but don't lip it on up,
Man, I'm broke, going to COS and just working all at once,
This is just tough and just so fucking overwhelming,
But I originated the traits of a normal human being,
believing the deepest thoughts, but I don't panic attack,
I don't speak the slightest tongue, so I don't fake in my raps,
Don't deceive me, my eyes remain chinky, but behind my contact lens I'm the last of a dying breed and/

Verse II:
That's true, that's fucking true,
I don't put labels on myself,
I see certain people neglecting me just for being myself,
I went through a couple dozen phases just thinking that I could change,
The sad, happy, mad or lonely was the shit that I brigade,
It was a renegade for my inner mind to single handedly get paid,
But I ended up depressed forever, until this very single day,
I hate the way that I'm living and I hate the way that I've changed,
A bunch of chances got handed out but it was repeatedly played,
Over aired, a misfire, a corruption in the making,
It's that nonaggressive bitch that puts make up on her feelings,
It's that so called homies that kick it whenever that you're alone,
It's that late night, 2 AM, booty call that's picks up the stupid phone,
It's that premeditated murder before both your eyes are shut,
It's the wires in your brain, the flu shots that makes you nuts/