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Fire (2NE1)
03:44
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Grant Damon, track's in the oven. Anything I make, you know you're gonna love it. Store bought pasta? Yeah, I'm above it. Flour, eggs, water - yeah, Grant does it. Author, I wrote the book on ill, already did a song about my cooking skills. Time off, took a couple months to chill, now I'm classing it up, Hillary and Bill. Fireless, I have an electric stove, wired, I went to the Grand Central Joe, tireless now, I am ready to go, and it's pop-rap so I stole Flo-Rida's flow. How does he do it? Nobody knows. I write the music that nobody chose. Tell Ian Curtis 'cause I lost control. Lyrics all joyfully spring from my soul. Yeah, except hardly ever. this whole song took a lot of effort. Bars stretch forever and my lines are shit, running out of rhymes, should be time to quit. But it's up to CT with an hour left, brought nothing to read and my phone's half head. Really makes you think what President Taft said - "Help me, I'm stuck."
Peerless, ain't nobody near me, write real life like Jhumpa Lahiri, Pulitzer Prizes too, but not really. Just wanted to say that she's brilliant, you feel me? Gotta write before I'm fenced in, switch up my life like I'm Kal Penn. In the White House with some old white men, play Nice Effort - "not that again!" Energy of a basement show, less street, more space video. You didn't ask me but now you know, see the future like that show with John cho. Freestyle off the dome? Hell no. Write it all down, but the payoff is low, can't do it as well as them, so... let's go.
Just checked my iPod - Arcade Fire, Friendly Fires, Comets on Fire. It's almost September, Earth Wind & Fire. Call me Scott Stapp, I can take you higher.... actually, never call me that. You could call me Damon or you could call me Grant. Facebook.com/grantdamononthetrack - leave a wall post, I promise I'll holler back.
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Turn It Up (T.O.P.)
03:30
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Looking like a baller, even though I'm jobless
always been the smartest, and my body is flawless
maybe i'm a cylon, male lucy lawless
school hasn't started so you might say that i'm lawless
ego's on collagen, got a problem, call it in
used to work with cops, i got night stick confidence
write with my left hand, west coast origins
east coast swag like shirts with a collar, then
no new york - me and lydia lunch and them
kicked out of clubs for pretending i'm a punk in them
fuck arlene's, i never had fun in it
going down to doc's, getting drunk with a bunch of friends
danny meyer with the fast food chain
it's afternoon, got the shack on the brain
congrats to earl's - new york mag all the way
so now i'm back on the right coast, left from the left
i could say a la droit 'cause i started learning french
that's all i've got, been slacking off on my french
mixtape's maladroit, short and really not the best
now i'm back at school, something like rivers
big netflixer, coffee shop sitter
need something to do besides destroying my liver
year is starting soon so be careful what you wish for
half project pat, half country grammar
half woody allen, but all the way badder
mood is up and down like a game of chutes and ladders
turn it up now? burn it up, cotton mather
growing up now, but badly, going from drinking to dressing natty, gotta press my khakis
a lot of things that wouldn't pass back in cali
turn up the douchebaggery? yeah, i'll do it gladly
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I Am The Best (2NE1)
03:27
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i am the best at lazy-ass k-pop rap
best at being stressed, i'm never laid back
bad at facebook, so i fell off the map
all my friends, sorry I never called back
instead i record tracks with cl and all that
bored, but i don't need to be telling y'all that
just went all the way to hell and all back
if by that you mean new haven, it's not bad
shout out to my unhip father
fuck you to the la dodgers
fuck you to the arizona d-backs, fuck you to the braves, and i mean that
to my giants, that's my team, man
it's called a slump, new york times, you've seen that
it's a slumper, hyphy, bring it back
park bom on the hooks, she could sing that
i'm on the metro north, back and forth to new york
words getting forced, verse too short
can't stay away from the meta, of course
why i gotta be mean to me? i'm hip as a fixie, single speed
but with brakes, i'm hip but i'm safe
kids, look both ways, shit, i'm so great
rappin' rodney, fuck all of that
this is back to school after college rap
'cause i'm jobless but not for long, and still awesome, and...
nevermind, i wouldn't call it that
i've been meeting people all of this week
an opportunity to talk about me
yeah, basically all about me
like this mixtape, all about me
am i paranoid, or is it in their eyes?
I know he looks nice, but fuck that guy
two minutes is enough of that guy
who thought you'd meet self-involved people in law school?
i got international swagger, that's what i say when i'm throwing back magner's
that's right, i'm a guy drinking cider. you're all like, it doesn't really matter.
so i run the bar like i'm ted danson
always deliver, the guy who played hamm
toy story and cheers in one simile? damn
yeah, that was pretty bad
so let's forget about that
pretend this is kanye west on the track
write my curses in sms when i rap
grant is the best and the best is grant
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Knock Out (GD & T.O.P.)
03:24
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mama said knock you out, but I'm a nice guy
So I try to make you feel good, white lies
But there's only so much I can do, nice try
So put your gloves on, it's gonna be a fight night
Though the match might be a little one-sided
Like meet the mat, you guys are gonna be so tight
Isn't this swell, like what I'ma do to both eyes
You'd never guess I've only been in like no fights
But no lie I'm more a lover than a fighter
And your mother was a fan way back when I should probably writer
and your girlfriend's coming up this semester to pull an all-nighter
And your exes sending text-es, you're unconscious, i'm on fire
Too many rap songs about boxing metaphorically
I could win that categorically, but I'd call it talking boringly
Wanna win a real fight, like disfiguring you horribly
Of course I only mean that metaphorically…
So when I beat you up don't take it to heart
I find it hard to stop any good deed that I start
And you don't need an audience to tear it apart
'cause bitch, I'm the boss like Teddy Park
I'm full of contradictions,
I love Diplo, but I hate Major Lazer
Bitch, I'm a knockout, look amazing in a blazer
You're underseasoned, I've got a lot of flavor
Or you're overseasoned, i'm intricately balanced
ottolenghi's mee goreng, topped with fried shallots
Like the game from college, when you get the giant mallet
Dammit, it's a knockout, motherfucker, captain falcon
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Can't Nobody (2NE1)
03:28
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tiny pants, gingham shirt, french boat shoes, doesn't really work
Part hipster part tool part nerd
If I'm friends with your friends, forget what you heard
GMD remix YG, this is fine art, tell Swizz Beats
tell Jay-z, hell you tell me, to tell you the truth, um…
Let me tell you all my problems, back to the couch
Poked my head out, now it's back underground
I was hot lava, back to magma now
Plate tectonics and continents - wow
Didn't do it right the first time around
So I turned the gimmicks and silliness down
K-pop album will cancel that out
But can't nobody hold me down - ha
I got a week up in CT before I start working on my JD
Nobody wants to hear that in a song, but if someone's gonna do it, it might as well be me
Nobody's gonna hear it all, like most of my songs it'll probably just be me
This EP's egregious, Hold Steady's "Heaven is Whenever" or T3
I kinda thought last spring it was my time
But in the spotlight I freeze up, ice nine
So instead I got bitter - quinine
And went underground like Chinatown rice wine
Was it maybe a mistake, too much self-deprecation to fit on one mixtape
yeah, but i fixed that now, i'm the only one who was holding me down
Another monday basically wasted, week and a half until orientation
196 Mansfield, third floor, patience
tomorrow complacence replaced by creation
Write on the train, down to New York, verse so mundane, even i'm bored
If anybody plays this, praise to the Lord
Thank you BasedGod, and I'm damned by the Lord
Right now if you looked this up, you might be like "what the fuck?"
Can't do it as well as CL, but fuck it, turn this up
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this is the life that you hope to live, don't you
drinking rose by the seine, wearing boat shoes
friends on a blanket spread with fresh bread and chevre, the brie's here too but it's old news
Hour left till the sunset, just let time pass in france you do what you're supposed to
my crew looks like a J Crew ad, Ray Bans
Day has, like the laziest cadence
New friends come by, fuck it, shake hands
If the rose's gone, get the chardonnay then
Spread another blanket, have you had the grapes yet
Standing up to find out you're unexpectedly wasted
Sitting down to fill up another cup with former strangers
and conversations you're lost in on the way back
I used to be proud of my lack of a passport, now I regret it
Didn't want to be in the leisure class, so instead I was just sheltered
Had my life all planned out exactly, Thomas Keller
No ad hoc, no time off, now I finally know better
Used to be ashamed of being given more than others
I didn't stop taking, just didn't let myself love it
That's just being wasteful, share it with your brothers
and take it to the floor if you're gonna pay the cover
so this is a celebration of being able to have things like education
and this is exactly the type of hip-hop I hate, but I'm still gonna make it
Take my old habits and break them, and make an effort to make things better, make this life a great vacation
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