Gigio & Dren Doh are The Scorpion Kings in the Field of Schemes

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From the wizard Dren Doh's secret archives, we bring you a much-needed-to-be-heeded story (more important than the Bible) nearly lost for an eternity.

This is the tale of two drifters, Scorpion-born, looked down upon by society and disowned by their families. Living on the grimey outskirts of the Field of Schemes amongst thieves and lepers, they formulate a scheme of their own to rise above the corruption & the politics and rightfully gain their ranks amongst Field legends as The Scorpion Kings!

RATED F for FIELD SHIT: FOUL FLATLAND LANGUAGE, HEAVY MARIJUANA ABUSE, ULTRA HYPHY ACTIVITY (baby mamas slappin' baby daddies, dancing on the hood of your partner's caddy, etc;), EXPLICIT GROUPIE LOVE SCENES, AMERICAN FLAG BURNING.

FOR AUDIENCES 18 DUMMY +

STARRING:
Gigio & Dren Doh as, "The Scorpion Kings"

CO/STARRING:
Roxanne as, "Roxy Brown"
Young Stamps as, "The Swamp Thing"
Leeban as, "Bruce Lee-Ban"
All-Key as, "Kream Abdul Jaymar"

Original score by Dren Doh, with special soundtrack contributions by All-Key on "Around the World".

1. See Me Die
2. King of the Flats
3. Take Heed (co/starring Roxanne)
4. Zodiac Killers
5. On the Porch
6. Damage At The Dojo (co/starring Young Stamps)
7. A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints
8. Royal Rumble (co/starring Leeban & Young Stamps)
9. Catch Me
10. Around The World (co/starring All-Key)


Composed & recorded between Fairfield & Oakland, California, circa 2007.
Released Nov. 11, 2009.

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released November 11, 2007

Rhymes: Gigio & Dren Doh (with special guests)
Beats: Dren Doh (except "Around the World", produced by All-Key)

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Track Name: See Me Die
Verse 1 (Gigio):

California Dreamers slingin' that country ass feel
Gorilla slap you across your monkey ass grill
Always expected on time like ya monthly tax bill
Two brothas with mad soul from the Funky Ass Field
It's Gigio & the big cuzzin Doh
Got somethin' fo' the scrubs, hustlas and hoes, plus dozens mo'
You gotta love it, bro!
Peach optimo, 'dro, fou' dollar tolls and flows,
That's all a brotha knows,
And I'll be damned if they try to take it away
You wanna play high stakes? We can make it today
Fuck waitin' for the rain to go away
It's here for a reason:
To blend your tears in with the severity of the season,
It might appear that I'm teasin',
OKAY, you got me - NOT
'Cause I don't pay no mind to what you say about me
I gave you real in a bag and I never played nobody
You like what you see? Come spend a day in Cali

CHORUS:
I reach the clouds in the blink of an eye
Cut through the atmosphere and let the stars bleed from the sky
And I don't even know why, but I'm feeling so high
It must be the fire I got blazing inside

YOU AIN'T GONNA SEE ME DIE (NO)
AIN'T GONNA PULL THE RUG FROM UNDER ME
WON'T HEAR ABOUT US BEIN' LEFT BEHIND
WON'T READ ABOUT THE TIME WE'RE GONNA NEED

Verse 2 (Dren Doh):

So, at daybreak, we take office
Won't bring any AK's, just payment on a promise,
made back in the day in the Age of Adonis
when it was safe to be honest and paid to make progress,
Just watch the rust on your gutless muscle
It ain't much, but you still won't touch this busted hustle
Built on marshland by a marked man,
Hard to charge when all they found was a D.R. carved in the Sergeant's hand,
And people started screamin', "Let 'em live!",
but cheer up, Charlie,
we finna party like it's November 5th
even if ya iPod crashed
or if I have to take time off from my job to pass out
every last one of these free Guy Fawkes masks,
Easier said than done, funny 'cause I walk fast
as a tight wad's cash
into any ol' nice broad's grasp
or how you might try to talk trash

CHORUS (repeat):
I reach the clouds in the blink of an eye
Cut through the atmosphere and let the stars bleed from the sky
And I don't even know why, but I'm feeling so high
It must be the fire I got blazing inside

YOU AIN'T GONNA SEE ME DIE (NO)
AIN'T GONNA PULL THE RUG FROM UNDER ME
WON'T HEAR ABOUT US BEIN' LEFT BEHIND
WON'T READ ABOUT THE TIME WE'RE GONNA NEED
Track Name: King of the Flats
Verse 1 (Dren Doh):
And they're off, with victory in arm's reach
So I'll do some stretchin' over the Salute the Serg beat
Pardon me, barkeep, but I'm need the keys to this heap
No charge, chief
so yo, go and start the car, Geeg

(Gigio)
I stick my key in your ignition!
Girl, I smash the black in a smashed up drop
Freestylin' like I can't be stopped
Blastin' hip hop and turn it up when I'm rollin' pass the cops
Pretty Young Thing with me just so she can stash the pot

(Dren Doh)
And watch, they only got half the Flats on lock,
yellin' out they're sellin' tree, but who holds the Skeleton key?

(Gigio)
And I'm Off The Wall - Bad, ask Dirty Diana
Straight Beat It with Billie Jean 'till the early manana

(Dren Doh)
They always walk in, like you ain't got no drama?
I can check my stocks, but off the top, I'm-a say nah-ah
Nope, not really, guess it never fell through
This ain't Narnia, so sorry, bruh, looks like I can't help you

(Gigio)
Man, I go stewey on these cats,
From the Suiys to the Flats,
I'm ill as fuck like Bruce Lee with an axe,
You newbies spittin' wack,
typical - predictable,
like handjobs from a groupie at the movies in the back!

CHORUS:

FROM I-80 TO AIRBASE
FROM RALEY'S TO SAFEWAY
LA CHARITA TO THE MARINA
FROM THE DUCKPOND TO ROCK ON
JELLY BELLY'S TO PEPPERBELLY'S
AND ALL THE WAY BACK
YO, THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A KING OF THE FLATS

Verse 2 (Gigio):

I'm a rebel, so I rebel against -
the standards, Otherwise, vocalize beat telegrams
You clueless, we outclass you clicas and clans
I speak-a, you understand?, Remove your teeth with my hands
You cornballs really believe you da' man
But you got fifteen year old fickle feeble females for fans
And I prevail to slam - divas & actresses
Wakin' up to beats on my email attachments
Brotha, what's happenin'?, You fallin' off, cuz!
But I guess Go Stupid is as Go Stupid does,
Bruh!, You betta pray I won't hurt you
'cause when I stomp down, I make the whole earth move
My soul sista don't even play with those twirp fools
They say they got purple, but they ain't gon' serve you
But me and Dren Doh, we bring it all the time
Just write my number down, baby, and keep me on ya' mind

CHORUS:

FROM DING'S TO JOLLY KING'S
TRIPLE H TO EZ-8
ADALBERTO'S TO BALDO'S
TO THE STATUE OF CHIEF SOLANO
ACROSS THE RAILROAD TRACKS
AND ALL THE WAY BACK
YO, THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A KING OF THE FLATS

Verse 3 (Dren Doh):

Or bling on this track,
with matchin' backpacks and a pink cadillac?,
Now lemme tell you what I think of that,
You can sing some crap about how your engine cracked
but how about bringin' back
times when more people wore thinking caps?,
Disappearing ink was black,
And you were first experiencing rap,
Funny, it's been a minute since I been jinxin' cats
and sinkin' battleships, while wingin' tracks
on some phantom shit,
Yeah, I guess I can drink to that!
And give the kid a chance,
he used to thizz dance and pissed his pants
when he got caught stealin' shit from Champs,
Traded his toy machine deck
for a real magazine in the clip,
after stealin' the whip
Told his folks he had a clean piece to pull licks
We can only hope he actually sees through all the bullshit
in a friendly game of slugbug,
or in the name of tough love,
All I can say is you're in the way, bruh-bruh

CHORUS:

FROM I-80 TO AIRBASE
FROM RALEY'S TO SAFEWAY
LA CHARITA TO THE MARINA
FROM THE DUCKPOND TO ROCK ON
JELLY BELLY'S TO PEPPERBELLY'S
AND ALL THE WAY BACK
YO, THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A KING OF THE FLATS
Track Name: Take Heed (co/starring Roxanne)
Intro (Gigio):
Come down & witness the fall of Babylon and see the rise of Zion overnight!
The revolution shall be acted upon by the sounds of the original bad boys, Scorpion Kings!

CHORUS (Dren Doh & Roxanne):

BEFORE THE WORLD TURNS 'ROUND,
I'LL BE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN
WITH YOUR BURGER KING CROWN
TURNED INTO BURNING ASHES
'CAUSE WE MURDERING EMCEES
AND LEAVE 'EM BLEEDING BY THE MASSES

Verse 1 (Dren Doh):
And as we continue to gain speed
while aimin' for the lead, you betta (TAKE HEED)
On some caged bird, break free
Say word?, You make beats and play keys?,
They may need to (TAKE HEED)
I take turns and emcee,
burn tree and stay cool
as watching the lake freeze, you oughtta (TAKE HEED)
Or like a day at the beach,
cake-eating way out of reach,
and still stay street, say playa please (TAKE HEED)
Or wait and see us do it right
Chase dreams, don't lose your life
and buy into some fake schemes, so hey! (TAKE HEED)
They pump fear into our brains,
make cheese by creatin' needs,
I'd hate to be the one to say but (TAKE HEED)
It's more than makin' means or tastin' cream,
but slidin' across home plate safely
with great ease, you crazy!
Before you say you can take me,
you may need to breathe,
rethink your game,
I wouldn't blame ya if you leave
once you...


CHORUS (Dren Doh & Roxanne):

BEFORE THE WORLD TURNS 'ROUND,
I'LL BE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN
WITH YOUR BURGER KING CROWN
TURNED INTO BURNING ASHES
'CAUSE WE MURDERING EMCEES
AND LEAVE 'EM BLEEDING BY THE MASSES

Verse 2 (Gigio):
Come breathe in this Bay Breeze,
I see you're eager to make cheese
before you waste steeze chasing dreams,
(TAKE HEED)
We got you covered from A to Z,
Demonstrating bravery
and teaching this breed of babies to (TAKE HEED)
'Cause ain't shit free in this day and age,
You can't eat if you cheat just a little bit
but you betta (TAKE HEED)
Don't feed into these TV screen rave scenes,
The mainstream has raised sheep, slaves and fiends
(TAKE HEED)
So I see why you play king,
'cause reality may seem like a long dwindling daydream, but (TAKE HEED)
Before your phase fades into the extreme,
We can change things,
We can see Cheney in chains if we (TAKE HEED)
And be icy cool as a brain freeze,
Remain eased, as we flip the script like James Dean,
just take heed,
We'll make it rain, Don't it taste sweet?
To the break of day, we take it eighteen, just...

CHORUS (Dren Doh & Roxanne):

BEFORE THE WORLD TURNS 'ROUND,
I'LL BE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN
WITH YOUR BURGER KING CROWN
TURNED INTO BURNING ASHES
'CAUSE WE MURDERING EMCEES
AND LEAVE 'EM BLEEDING BY THE MASSES

Verse 3 (Gigio):
Jack of all trades witha ace up his sleeve,
My words cut deep like I'm spittin' razor blades through my teeth

(Dren Doh)
And most ladies say he'd make a great king amazingly,
so go ahead and take a knee before you...

(Gigio)
Come blaze tree with the chief,
I don't raise my hand to speak,
That shit makes me angry

(Dren Doh)
Survive earthquakes daily
so there's no way they can shake me,
no if's, and's, or maybe's so...

(Gigio)
Rebel funk got this military base goin' crazy
They can pay me into slavery, fool...

(Dren Doh)
I'm slangin' beats out the back of the bakery
Puttin' producers in they place, straight to sleep, so..

(Gigio)
We set a fire to this racist regime
All hail the burning flag, God save the queen!

(Dren Doh)
And there's no spot we can't seize,
especially the Flats or the tat
on the lower back of your main squeeze
so take heed!

CHORUS (Dren Doh & Roxanne):

BEFORE THE WORLD TURNS 'ROUND,
I'LL BE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN
WITH YOUR BURGER KING CROWN
TURNED INTO BURNING ASHES
'CAUSE WE MURDERING EMCEES
AND LEAVE 'EM BLEEDING BY THE MASSES
Track Name: Zodiac Killers
Verse 1 (Dren Doh):
'Cause they think commit murder can't lock my vote
Well, I go a bit further and rock the boat
Shit disturber, known to stop the show,
Quick learner, 'cause if not, well then, I'd probably get smoked
in the game of life, you can't possibly go
entertain the thought of rockin' a little league roster so,
if opportunity knocks then I already know,
I've been sick, scribblin' lyrics on the back of doctors' notes,
that I never actually gave to the teachers
just had better ideas and saved it for the beats heard
on cassette right here, even if they needed work,
You'd still need t-shirts with verses to re-word
Whatever you swear you keep keeps you cursed
while you stay street first,
I come of age and give 'em deep earth
On some "See you at Church!",
Be nervous, cheap as dirt service,
even a week's worth would serve the urge perfect like...

Verse 2 (Gigio):
Heaven sent angel, raising hell out the nation's brain cells
I ink spells of intel, These flames are real
Save ya'self, while my soul escapes to maintain like Dave Chappelle
Third eye lids blotted with spots
to block the thought process,
while I broaden my optic vision!
UGH, The octaves my esophagus hits
proves that God lives so as the opposition slips,
I do the opposite, and I pop snares open while you pop thizz
Drop it at the top of the morning, Pop Quiz!
Bring the sun out for the lost kids,
and for the un-conscious held hostage in a closet fulla cobwebs,
Constantly under watch by the monsters of the darkness,
This is for y'all who thought that I was on some soft shit!,
I build a coffin out of sixteen bars, it gets drastic!

Verse 3 (Gigio):
I can't betray my passion,
in place of cash to waste on a mansion,
I'm here to save the masses!,
I display the tact of an aged assassin,
as I rule the sky like a god from Ancient Athens,
I'm too Raw for Monday Nights, I'm the Main Attraction
What you lack in rappin', you replace with fashion
Those are the traits of a faggot,
You tag to the wagon
while I'm with an actress
engrainin' love stains in the matress

(Dren Doh)
I'm what the cat dragged in,
with a half mast flag in flames,
I plan to plant on this makin' the bandwagon,
just couldn't catch their names, with my pants saggin'
He's no Last Dragon,
I'm all that and a bag of you-can't-imagine,
No fall back, so if my shot ain't accurate
I'm take off my hat and do a few magic tricks,
and play the Zodiac to my advantage
and leave ransom note raps scattered
throughout both the slues and the Flats like...
Track Name: On The Porch
Verse 1 (Gigio):
You say I'm too good to be true,
Perhaps I'm too true to be good,
You want the future to be
how it used to be, just you and me,
me too, cutie, I ain't tryna do you brutally
Sweetheart,
I ain't tryna eat your heart
out, You're a piece of art like Mona Lisa,
but I need to start to leave my mark!,
I can hear the people in the village cry,
The criteria for the children is filled with lies,
I save the old lady before the building fries,
I'm healing lives,
I bring justice 'till every neo-villain dies
for spillin' lies,
To see my people dumb and ill-advised,
We will arise!,
Still I try!,
Still I drive my full-size
in between ya thighs!,
I'm-a always be ya boy, but God needs me to be a man
and raise my hands, take a stand,
The righteous son of Abraham
that I am, and when I'm screamin' about the world
I'm on the road rollin', daydreamin' about you, girl!

CHORUS:
I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU CRY,
SWEET WOMAN, BUT I'M OUT THE DOOR
YOU SEE, MY SOUL'S BEEN ACHIN',
THE WORLD KEEPS CALLIN' ME
AND I CAN'T TAKE IT NO MORE
SO I GOTTA FIND A ROUTE
WHERE I CAN GRIND IT OUT
AND TAKE EVERYTHING I CAME HERE FOR
AND IF I MIGHT HAVE TO LEAVE TO BE ON TOUR,
MAKE SURE YOU LEAVE A KEY FOR ME ON THE PORCH

Verse 2 (Dren Doh):
You know and I know, it's never only a minute
and it only takes seconds for me
to get so distant
It may seem like I'm out of my mind
when I get in the zone,
Sometimes, a lot of times, I don't pick up the phone
Might be in outer-space when you're in the mood for small talk
Sounds like that's the case as soon as I call off
a day to flake for no reason, on any occasion
Or you could say it's day to day even, with Adrian
So I might be late, and you might get worried
but you'll be okay 'cause um, I'm-a be early
Just unlock the door, and I'll appear in the night
I'll put you in my arms once I put down this mic
See, I've been dreamin' about this moment
and it's so close
So if possible, I'd often go and get these shows and hit the road,
You may think you're missin' out entirely
but when I'm choppin' beats
for songs with Geeg,
if anything, you inspire me!


CHORUS:
I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU CRY,
SWEET WOMAN, BUT I'M OUT THE DOOR
YOU SEE, MY SOUL'S BEEN ACHIN',
THE WORLD KEEPS CALLIN' ME
AND I CAN'T TAKE IT NO MORE
SO I GOTTA FIND A ROUTE
WHERE I CAN GRIND IT OUT
AND TAKE EVERYTHING I CAME HERE FOR
AND IF I MIGHT HAVE TO LEAVE TO BE ON TOUR,
MAKE SURE YOU LEAVE A KEY FOR ME ON THE PORCH

ON THE PORCH (YEAH, AND I'LL NEVER LOSE MY LOVE FOR YOU) (repeat)
Track Name: Damage At The Dojo (co/starring Young Stamps)
Verse 1 (Young Stamps):
A penny for ya thoughts, a dollar take conviction
Sold ya soul, now you can afford to pay attention
A masculine master, A force to be laid back
Actions just shout loud, Of course you can say that,
They livin' up the wild life, packin' the eagle
Knowin' the only time you shootin' with a strap and a needle
You just distractin' these people, from the three course meal
Magic act raps get to see court real?
I get prestigious, and I don't even need four mill
I'm gettin' real big, and I don't even eat cornmeal
Yeah, I do, 'cause I ain't even got ice in the freezer
Still I talk like a giant, with a titan demeanor
While you bitin' the nina, Steel heat, they ain't got any in 'em
I keep it smooth, penny loafas with the pennies in 'em
BANG! BANG!, The sound of my balls connectin'
Darth how I Maul a session,
plus I got a drawers collection!

CHORUS (Dren Doh):
Man, this ain't no Panic At The Disco
No gimmicks, no gadgets, no gag-reels, no gizmos
Just Gigio, Young Stamps & Dren Doh
With the advantage there could only be Damage At The Dojo

Verse 2 (Gigio):
Damn, is it hot or is it me? I think I got mic fever,
I'm off the meter, and I ain't gotta polite neither
Put my foot in your ass, but I don't fight divas
I'm ready to fuck like R. Kelly in a button down wife beater,
and some butter stained boxers,
You Butterbean boxers,
'till I Larry Holmes ya' dome with the uppercut opera,
And it ain't over 'till the fat lady sings,
so make Jill Scott President and crown Etta James Queen,
'Cause in this everyday stride, I'm very obliged to get high,
Searchin' for a real love like Mary J. Blige,
In the Field, no one's in my form or realm of performance skill
It's almost like we're stealing home, It's home sweet home still
I'm so damn ill, I'm Kim Jong Il,
So make like a Bin Laden snake charmer and head for the hills,
Before I straight dookie on you kid newbies,
Gay groupies lookin' goofy as fuck
like Ice Cube when he did kid movies

CHORUS (Dren Doh):
Man, this ain't no Panic At The Disco
No gimmicks, no gadgets, no gag-reels, no gizmos
Just Gigio, Young Stamps & Dren Doh
With the advantage there could only be Damage At The Dojo

Verse 3 (Dren Doh):
You can spend half your life trying to get another turn,
and only end up with a farmer's tan, summer sun burn
How and what I have to rhyme about, sure, you'll wanna learn
and you're goddamn right I fraternize with customers
And with the shit you on, I'm the poupon
You're just a pack of mustard that's gone unnoticed too long
Only to become stuck to the bottom of my Stan Smith's
while you wanna wear matching Vans with plaid,
as if you can't abandon fads,
jump on deck and fall back to the canvas,
Meanwhile, I'm blindfolded and can't miss
Plus the type to write with no type-o's
If you like, go ahead and just send 'em right over
But get me on the mic and more than likely, I might pose a
threat, plus I got nice posters
For those who been doin' this stuff for 'bout a minute,
I'm takin' out you suckas and you don't know how I did it!

CHORUS (Dren Doh):
Man, this ain't no Panic At The Disco
No gimmicks, no gadgets, no gag-reels, no gizmos
Just Gigio, Young Stamps & Dren Doh
With the advantage there could only be Damage At The Dojo
Track Name: A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints
1st Verse (dREN dOH)

pull up bumping DREN DOH, no one even knows
so i jump out with a burning stog from my lip
pop the trunk and hope i didn't forget
my brand new deck at home, cuz that would suck dick
now most the time i gotta stretch guess i'm getting old
good thing, still aint broke no bones yet
and some cats can just make it look easy
for example, this fool, T BLOOD, JAMES, and you know STEVIE?
i see NAPPY riding ledges with BLACK JON
saw WHITE JOE and rode the mini bowl with DEON,
seen that WHITE KID MIKE, HESH ROB tried to beat up
wanted me to drive him to the store says he needs a blunt
but i'm already lit, man. finally change the subject, when up rides ANN,
gives me a hug, you know, asks me how i am
then i yell, hey! when i see SPIDER with a tall can
arguing with some little kid over how much is a gram
then, MIC, PERRY and BAM, JAIME and whoever else they could cram
show up with RAY CHARLES in that busted grey mini van
thought i could make no mistake til NO TOOTH JAKE
sells me and HESH ROB a point three of mostly shake
i don't sweat it i just take a time out
then head around the corner to TONY and GUY'S house
the kind of place you walk in like you been there before
but i see BERN ONE smoking with LEE at the front door
go inside to light weight rage, GUY on guitar,
KILLA K and JK at the bar and KJ, say hey, can you throw some fade?
JORGE and FAT JAKE and said PHAEDRA's on her way
laughed and passed the bleez to SMALL HEAD
got up and said when i come back you're all dead
go back to the park, before it got dark
run into LOUIS, WHITE CHRIS, ADOLFO and MOOK
roll around, cruise, TYVON trying borrow shoes
and ALEX from next door look like she 'bout to pook
and i even manage to skate a little bit then,
whether or not someone calls the cops, never made a difference.
i wouldn't stop even if i seen NATE STRICKLAND
but then again, i only skate in hopes of a date with MS. GRIFFIN.

2nd verse (Gigio)
and I pulled up bumpin' GIGIO, bass is pounding
My eyes red, but it ain't from no allergies
See I was just inhalin' my reefer
when I stepped out the jeep, beat, smellin' like pizza
That's when I was surrounded by a crowd of kids,
givin' me pounds, tellin' me I'm down for tellin' it how it is
No doubt, but peep, I left my heart on San Marco street
so before I park, I pray JAN my soul to keep
And I'm gone, but I mean, not for good
just 'till dawn, I just gotta couple of spots to hook up with the dawgs,
Gotta proper amount in the pocket account,
so I go five with MIKE, it's the thought that counts
And if the comic book captions added up,
I'd have to say we been major since Mexico, all the times we don't laughed it up,
No wonder my rapbook's all tatted up
GABE told me to Flip The Skript and teach wack rappers to back it up
And since I read the Guide To Recognizing Your Saints,
I been highly obliged to reach out to DANIEL & say, "Thanks!"
We been clownin' since MATELLI beat CEDRIC'S fat ass,
Word up!, And PANJABI ROBBIE taught me how to smoke grass,
'Cause KOJAK was just so slow in that golf cart,
He couldn't catch us, we was way too fast for that old fart,
Sometimes I stroll Laurel Creek Park just starked
on how I'd get head in the bleachers after dark
Ask about me, in every teacher's heart with my smart ass remarks,
Fall asleep when class would start
'Cause I could always rely on ANNALISA to wake me up
and remind me she had soul, I thought that most people sucked
She sent a piece of Spain with my name on a postcard,
'Cause You Can't Take It With You, we usta roast BOB
And of course, SCOTTI witha marker workin' out his nerves
He was backstage high on herb, writin' dirty words,
And I was thinkin' dirty words to flow,
"Real Gangstas Live In 2 Story Houses", Let mothafuckas know
about my backpack hustle, five dollars to underscore your struggle,
Girls like, "Gigio, I love you!",
And I love 'em back, I went to prom three times,
Tried to get laid, and I bombed each time,
Well, not exactly on the third
but there came a time I tried to be happy 'till it hurt,
That's when it hit, 'cause I didn't think we'd ever be
on our knees, beggin' to see CHRIST at IAN NETTO's tree
Carvin' his legacy, with knives, leavin' our fingerprints,
And it seems to me that we ain't been together since...

CHORUS (GIGIO & DREN DOH):

THE MOMENTS SEEM FAINT, BUT I HAVE NO COMPLAINTS,
I READ THE GUIDE TO RECOGNIZING YOUR SAINTS

AND PRIDE IS DISGUISED AS RHYME IN A PICTURE I'LL PAINT
BUT FIRST, THE GUIDE THE RECOGNIZING YOUR SAINTS

I AIN'T MOVIN' ON WITHOUT YOU 'CAUSE I CAN'T,
IT'S IN THE GUIDE TO RECOGNIZING YOUR SAINTS

BUT BEFORE I READ THIS LIST OF NAMES OF PEOPLE I'LL THANK,
I'LL READ THE GUIDE TO RECOGNIZING YOUR SAINTS
Track Name: Royal Rumble (co/starring Leeban & Young Stamps)
Leeban:

Watch how I pop it off.
All you midgets need to knock it off,
before I stomp in yo ass like it was mazel tov
Leeban, the fucking boss,
that can get on your neck like an icy cross,
that these gay rappers floss.
Try to go to war with me would be a fuckin loss
Try to hand me your cd, it gets fuckin tossed
I dont buy what you're sellin'
unlike them, I never follow like a dumb ass lemon.

Dren Doh:

well then,
before they make room on this nice couch
take em out like the last tablespoon of rice in the house.
now they like who turned the lights out
with or without a mic, make sure every single line counts,
like they might bounce
early from the sermon
inside the church to find work
while ya girl still trying to buy a shirt
and made into an example
ya style's hyper but like a minor, to the bar,
just can't go.

Gigio:
Mother of God, these children got to move
Lock down the house, there's killers on the loose
The Fiddler on the Roof plucked his strings to the downbeat
so if I was a rich man, I'd invest it all into
a new studio, soundproof, with dope equipment
Kosher spitters, my whole existence boasts on old tradition
The most efficient coalition on a noble mission
Doberman Pinshcer's, cookin' fuckin' TOFU in the kitchen

Stamps:
Compress my shit, I'm so outspoken
Lost inside the eye of the storm but found focused
How you stand in front of yo' men and sound hopeless
like you probably gon' hit with a switch when the scouts go in,
I don't know this, You know he's just another brown poet
Frequent with my frequencies, niggas I'm out-flowin'
They come at me close minded and leave with they mouths open
Stamps got buzz like what you know about locusts?
(BZZ Nigga!)

Stamps:
(The best, the first, the last, the only)
You think you the shit, you right, you been caca
You ain't fuckin' with Fidel or Idi Amin Dada
Dren Doh on the beat, the sound as sweet as hershey
We fly as Desert Eagles, You grounded with the turkeys

Gigio:
Matchmaker, Matchmaker!, Make me a match,
No cats can dare to out-rap these labrats on tracks,
EMCEE SQUARED, Four perpendicular points
Muscle for the mud wrestle, makin' you little piggies oink

Dren Doh:
So where in the world is Adrian Obando?
Maybe in Beirut in an astronaut suit breakin' banjos
Gotta give a hand though
He made his first beat on a dual cassette tape deck made by Sanyo

Leeban:
You're now rockin' with your Highness,
Bay area's finest,
Severe more heads than King Leonitus,
The Titans, who can block your moves like a sinus,
Because there's no purpose,
Enjoy the fuckin' silence...
Track Name: Catch Me
(GIGIO)

Intro:

Now hold on, pretty mama! You know I take care of you!
Ain't no reason for you to put me down like that, girl!
I mean, do I really gotta explain myself to ya?

Verse 1:
I'm the new edition, Buddhism fused with the views of a Christian,
the cue for you gimmicks to tuck in ya rusty crucifixes,
Old soul of a gentleman, Don't bring out the ruthless villain
'cause I've seen it all and I got the proof that Lucifer's livin',
I chased the Devil out my life, so imagine me battlin' emcees,
That'd be a tragedy, Daytime TV after three,
And I don't mean to sound too religious
but I fill up with spirit and turn the weak minded to superstitious,
Don't entice me to confrontation, I'm excited at invitations
to show them my brain's mutations, Fuck Fighting my Temptations!
Mindfreak, I'll show you Sunshine on a Cloudy Day,
And When It's Cold Outside, I'll bring you the Month of May,
You mothafuckas still don't think that I'm real,
I'm real as these thizz pills, infiltrating my peoples in the New Israel,
or what my fellow believers call the Flats,
because the Roman Empire been tryna scratch us off the map

CHORUS:
WHEN THE TIMES GET HARD, GIRL, YOU KNOW WHO TO RUN TO
HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS, MAKE ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE
AS LONG AS I KEEP DROPPIN', YOU KNOW I'M THINKING OF YOU
SO DON'T BE MAD AT THE WAY THAT I LOVE YOU

Verse 2:
Fuck it!, Life is a Bitch, Tough Titi,
Don't Pussy out, PERIOD, My committee will put you men-on-pause quickly,
Don't be threatened by dominance
to find the perfect homicidal homonyms to harmonize harm in hymns,
Slip these harlots out of their garments to skin,
Got 'em hot and bothered, Givin' up the funk like the Parliament,
I display perfect posture and prominence in my providence,
while you knock off pimps be lookin' corny like Puffy doin' the Harlem Dance,
This is the chant of a champ, an anthem of amps, the phantom who rants,
Your camps fulla cramps,
So I stretch you out in place but I don't pamper you tramps,
I scant on you ants, and fuckin' stamp on 'em with Stamps!,
I'm the creme de le creme,
A single glance will have your cutie shorty pants in a trance,
'cause I'm as handsome as Samson,
Take my hand for a dance,
It's the mental flex pencil, the Sex Symbol
who lets cymbals and snares direct signals
for me to launch off my next missile

CHORUS:
WHEN THE TIMES GET HARD, GIRL, YOU KNOW WHO TO RUN TO
HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS, MAKE ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE
AS LONG AS I KEEP DROPPIN', YOU KNOW I'M THINKING OF YOU
SO DON'T BE MAD AT THE WAY THAT I LOVE YOU
YOU KNOW I DO YOU GOOD, WHY CAN'T YOU BE HAPPY?
I GIVE YOU ALL I GOT, BUT YOU'RE ALWAYS MAD AT ME
YOU KNOW MY HEART IS YOURS, THERE'S NO REASON TO TRAP ME
SO WHEN I FALL DOWN, WILL YOU BE THERE TO CATCH ME?

Ooh mama, you just...
Go on with yo' bad self!
Ooh mama, come on down!

Verse 3:
I'm Gigio, I'm so cool, I freeze emcees to snow
I got 'em in autumn, I'm the reason trees' leaves blow,
as seasons go, Girlfriend, don't let that fever grow
'cause I'll work ya like Halle Berry & Benicio
Del Toro, TORO!, I'm the Matador,
Laddy, do what daddy told ya, and be passive as a Labrador,
before I get raw, and cuss you out like Michael Rappaport,
This is the rap report on these half asses in Northern Californ,
Hot weather and purple trees, but sometimes, it's not as warm
Sometimes C-A be lookin' like Millennium Babylon,
so the Scorpion gotta hard on 'em and tap they dome,
because they can't be mad at Papi if he's bringin' the bacon home

CHORUS:
WHEN THE TIMES GET HARD, GIRL, YOU KNOW WHO TO RUN TO
HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS, MAKE ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE
AS LONG AS I KEEP DROPPIN', YOU KNOW I'M THINKING OF YOU
SO DON'T BE MAD AT THE WAY THAT I LOVE YOU
YOU KNOW I DO YOU GOOD, WHY CAN'T YOU BE HAPPY?
I GIVE YOU ALL I GOT, BUT YOU'RE ALWAYS MAD AT ME
YOU KNOW MY HEART IS YOURS, THERE'S NO REASON TO TRAP ME
SO WHEN I FALL DOWN, WILL YOU BE THERE TO CATCH ME?
Track Name: Around the World (co/starring All-Key)
1st verse (All-Key)
We all dying for the cause
But who's eating from the lion's paw
Just for scraps
And who comes back with a lion's roar
Societal woes
So i spit maniacal flows
To encourage those that don't know
Peace it be the adhesive between species
Coexist and remain easy
War an absolute
But you don't have to shoot for a home
Religion is a way of life not a profit zone
I know, it's easier said than done
Cause big wigs won't shut up and let us enjoy the sun
All_Key, Dren Doh and Gigio
We bout to touch every cavern and valley, peak on the globe
It's like..

Chorus
People all around the world
We got something for ya boys and girls
Not to mention, the men and women
Now just hold on a second
Yeah....


2nd verse (Dren Doh)

rapid city, south dakota
everyone chanted for me to rap
one last time
think i was pounding a soda
in the bus, before heading back home
i had busted some rhyme about yoda
da nang, viet nam
got offered massages,
mcdonalds and marijuana
the air was different there
told to be scared of the water
but really didn't care
cuz i was there with my father
shoulda seen the view from the pad in north van
of both the lions gate and the second narrows
was like the bay bridge
and the golden gate from the east bay in a way
i would say i stayed extra careful
in boracuy phillipines
when the hotel next to us
went up in flames
joined a bucket brigade
what a first day
at the beach
one day i'll have to make my way
back for a stay, so i can meet...

the people around the world

Chorus
People all around the world
We got something for ya boys and girls
Not to mention, the men and women
Now just hold on a second
Yeah....

Verse 3 (Gigio)
There's a story about a boy who had a choice
He could swing from a cloud hoisted,
or he could live without a coin,
until he cracked the code, and sold all his toys
Put the money on the mic, and made a lotta noise
See he'd rather bag it all up then live without a voice
Just to do what matters most, and if it's cheap, that's the point,
And you been slappin' these Flatland joints
since I been inventin' tactics, and now we inner-galactic
So whether it's a fascist pack of oinks or an asteroid,
we could live through it witha little bit of practice
When I ink the feature, it's a real distinct procedure
Link with something deeper, and when I reach it, I think, "Eureka!"
Even my English teacher seen me like, "Yo, you rappin' still?"
Hell yeah, it don't stop, I'm at it for real
Until the empire's rollin' downhill like Jack and Jill
All-Key & Dren Doh, we sellin' it for its worth
witha piece of funk, and you can tell 'em you smelled it first
Breakin' the curse, touchin' lives everywhere on the earth

Chorus
People all around the world
We got something for ya boys and girls
Not to mention, the men and women
Now just hold on a second
Yeah....