The Lonely Talent Show

by Señor Gigio

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about

Album: Gigio, "The Lonely Talent Show".

Talent alone speaks for itself. At least it should anyways.

This album was recorded during a time I imagined nobody was listening to my music. So with the idea of nobody listening, I felt safe to bug out & act a fool. It's kinda like being naked in the confines of your home, all alone, running around the house, freestyling, singing, dancing, saying & doing absurd things you wouldn't otherwise if you knew people were around.

These songs were made in the spirit of fun & in the spirit of self expression. I originally had no intent of sharing a lot of these songs with anybody. Realizing I was onto something dope, however, I got it together & decided to go, shall we say, balls out. After finishing this thing, going back & listening, I'm really proud of this project & surprised at how dope the shit turned out. I guess that's the thing, I wasn't even trying to make a dope album. It just happened.

Peace to Dren Doh, my long time co-conspirator in this hip hop movement. Dren's been lacing me with the grimiest, funkiest beats in the game since 2007. The rest is history. It's been an honor & a pleasure.

& to the Hip Hop culture, I wanna shout you out & borrow some lyrics from Sly & the Family Stone & "thank you falettin' me be myself again!"

One love,

Gigio

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credits

released December 31, 2013

Rhymes: Gigio
Beats: Dren Doh

Songs recorded & written in Vacaville, CA.

Featuring Jaymar aka All_Key, Hollywood Keefy, Scotti Wilson & BPos, plus Young Hungry Dee playing trumpet on the skit, "Screaming!".

Artwork by Lady Clove.

2013/2014.

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Señor Gigio San Francisco, California

Whether it be through rapping highly-technical yet funky dope flows, crooning bluesy soul ballads or experimenting with bold alternative sounds, Señor Gigio doses his audience with the pure magic that life itself is made of.

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Track Name: American Idle
I make money disappear in thin air
(What else?) I got ya honey by the rear on my chin hair
That's what I call musical chairs
She reign on my throne like she rulin' without a care
Coup d'etat, No cooties aqui
Who be the one or the two or the three?
I can see the future (What it look like?)
Sad for you, No booty emcees
I can make a lil' freak outta square
I milk a cow for its goods with some evil to spare
(Damn!) I know, I'm so genius, it's rare
& you should make music for the hearing impaired

American idle
Ain't worked a beat but wearin' the title
So cry sheep while you swear on the Bible
Still can't compete with my werewolf recital

I'm a man of many hats, Bitch I'm goin' bald
Bitch I'm versatile, Bitch I'm goin' off
Bitch I'm sayin' "bitch!"
I know my feminists gettin' pissed
but where was you when I was gettin' dissed?
Now I'm hard to resist
like the good revolution how we party & mix
Nah this ain't for the kids but it might as well be
Like Disney Channel's any more healthy
Mickey Deez & Carl's Jr., R. Kelly crooners
Sex in the classroom, It's hard to maneuver
& Rihanna's a role model
White Jesus loves Chris Brown like coke bottles
& Obama, Mitt Romney, I vote Arnold
Yeah trick, give me your number yo, I won't holler
This the only style I know
So stick around for the flow
It's the Lonely Talent Show

American idle
Ain't worked a beat but you wearin' the title
so cry sheep while you swear on the Bible
Still can't compete with my werewolf, my werewolf
American idle
Ain't worked a beat but you wearin' the title
So cry sheep while you swear on the Bible
Still can't compete with my werewolf recital
Track Name: The Lonely Talent Show (Intro)
Intro!
Ambidextrous
Canned defective
Mechanical random tantrum, Breathless
When I ran them the anthem, they banned the message
Now I'm phantom, Making my exit
So what this be 'bout?
Crabs in a bucket gon' kick me out?
I tried to tell 'em all how they got us by the claws
for the fire now they lost
Chase 'em witha side of tartar sauce
Bet they miss me now
Lonely ass G feeling miserable, Wow!
Everyone's dead!
Gotta figure out how to get along, How?
Well, one day I say
I found myself by the dock of the Bay
Singin' a tune kinda like the blues
in my zone & then it came my way
When you're alone, there ain't much to do
Beside be on your own 'cause you're stuck with you
So I'll better myself, I won't rust or screw
I can do hella shit, Lemme bust a move
& do them thangs that I like to do
'Cause it makes me feel good
like the radio should
but it don't any more
'cause they don't play the songs
that relate to my world
Lemme keep it goin' on
while I'm strong
Hey man! What's wrong?
Used to be friends but we ain't no more
I don't cry, I don't care
Nobody writes my songs except moi
So check yourself before you wreck yourself
That ain't a threat, That's a blessing, Tell the others as well
'Cause all the birds be chirpin'
Please don't disturb me, I'm currently workin'
I used to do art on the freebies
'till I seen these suckas treat my CD's like frisbees
Same ones we did work fo'
Said "Peace, Love" & cashed in jerk-mode
Actin' all hurt tho
Whatever, I gotta batch of beats from Dren Doh
& I'm buildin' on the illest show, bigger than the circus
Death defyin' raps on stage with ninjas behind the curtains
& I bare the weight of creative diffrence
so this time, you gotta pay to get in
Track Name: Opening Act ft. Jaymar (A.K.A. All_Key)
Chorus:
Raise your glass, Share a toast to the raps
Heaviest headliners on ya opening act
Yeah we keep it moving, No need for looking back
Take a shot, Ready or not, Watch my crew react

Vs 2 (Gigio)
When I react, It's a chemical response
to radioactive airwaves the military launched
They conditionin' the Bay, I'm a bad apple spawned
Love don't live here, The tabernacle's been stomped on
by the steeltoe boot of Power Lust Industry
Senselessly, Suckas out of touch with the energy
Yo that's off-balance, I'm built like a bomb
Remain calm, Don't nudge me, You'll ring the alarm
& all I hear is Armageddon hype
The end of days & hella strife
Calls for World War, the Devil & Christ
& peasants always pay the price
Surrender they rights to live a life
hardly promising progress, Death at the end of the light
got me feelin' like fightin',
grippin' mics like we hittin' heists
while you fairies rhymin' like the men in tights
We got the scope on your resources
Freak your merch girl, remorseless

Chorus
Track Name: King Kong Napalm
Raps be like slang-uage sandwich
Extra mannish, no mayonnaise, we crave for this cabbage
with the bread, But suckas brought the beef instead
So I str8 up swiss cheese these meatheads
Bet you bleed kool-aid sweet red
I see the new age through my Kool Moe Dee shades
You fools all weak, No self sense of respect
Play yourself out like culo, cliche!
What else to be said, huh?
Oh well, copy that cat's style
Spit his life story like that's y'all
Step in my shoes, Feel the so(u)l(e) if it's really real
'till I come back & slice ya Achilles' heel, you imbeciles
Grown men rhymin' like little girls
Spilling code word for Bilderberg
Step into a world & get killed for spitting skills still immature
I deliver the steel to ya grill like, "Dinner's served!"
Yeah, & that's a dinner for schmucks
Rappers disintegrate in the center of the flux
You suck, like impotent limp dick tryna get a nut
I'm militant, rhythmic, driven to bust fatals
Just to see the look on ya face, Priceless
I bully the bass, enslave the mic hostage
Make the crowd hostile, Ape like Tarzan
Thirstin' for this blood from daylight to darkness
Molotov to ya cracker jack stinkbomb
Grabbing the intercom like Bring it on!
Fuck braggadocio rap, My nuts hang like King Kong's
My breath stank like Napalm, Flame on!
Track Name: U Get What U Paid For
Now I can probably sell you the shirt off my back
But when I really think about it, it ain't worth all of that
They say this country's changin'
But everybody where I live is money-chasin', It's kinda funny, ain't it?
Take it easy, Slick, This here ain't the big city
Work all week & you're lucky enough to save up a couple pennies
Ain't really nothin' pretty around these parts
Better use your cabeza, boy, you gotta be smart
All that raisin' a fuss, hootin' & hollerin' ain't gon' do nothin' to get your dollar back
Just cut your losses, mack!

Thank you for your service
All these gangstas on my block makin' me nervous
& the water runs fluoride
What I call weird science, Fuckin' up my third eye
I wish thangs could be different
but if it's too hot for ya then stay the fuck up out the kitchen

Lord, come take me home
All I want is to change my life
& if there's one thing that I know
We will always pay the price
You get what you paid for
I can't get no
satisfaction
I pound my fists
only to no reaction

Dear Foodstamp Jesus, Feed us
Hook me up with the loot & the cheeses
Picture me mackin', EBT with two bad divas
I'm from the Flats, dawg, I got jungle fever
(Yee!) I say what I wanna
I don't give a fuck, ho, I voted for Obama
Livin' the life, with two big titties in my face
Doin' dumb shit until I catch a case
Jackin' off on company time
Just do yo' thug thizzle, pimp, & quit fuckin' with mine's bruh
Got me hella greedy so now I'm a crumbsnatcher
Drownin' in my sorrows, gettin' buzzed like a bug zapper
Richard Pryor dawg, my pockets is funny
& a mothafucka like me built this goddamn country
Every dollar goes to the same place
while I break my fuckin' back on the job for this slave wage


Lord, come take me home
All I want is to change my life
& if there's one thing that I know
We will always pay the price
You get what you paid for
I can't get no
satisfaction
I pound my fists
only to no reaction
Track Name: Come Here
Gigio, Go harder than yo' baby daddy
Make you say you shoulda had me badly
But it's too late, You gettin' married
Just turned 23 in Cali
Livin' life, Tryna be happy, Lookin' at me
Gotchu callin' up the babysitter
Playin' around like you single, drinkin' hella liquor
You wanna run witha rebel & feel a little danger?
Back of ya mind, you shy, like Maybe you should reconsider
'Cause I ain't ya father figure, I'm much harder
I look better, I rap better, Naturally I bogart the
spotlight where you saw me, showin' off ya bodonka
like you can hang witha wild man takin' shots like water
Ha-ha! No you can't, but I know you gon' try
Go ahead, I ain't mad, You hella grown, I
be the rollin' stone in my throne, I keep it so fly
Alice in Wonderland & it's lookin' like a long night

You wanna hang with the good guys
Never got a taste of the good times
Str8 out of highschool, You've been wound tight
Shackled down, in an apartment with yo' boyfriend
4 years pass & it's almost like you don't know him
& the restaurant you workin' at be workin' you
Stressin' out & they say, Business ain't personal
Homeboy a bum, Grabbin' that money out yo' purse & you
tryna save up so you can enroll in nursing school
& I know that shit be hurtin' you
Girl you don't know what to do
competing with yo' friends, keepin' tabs, hella miniscule
& a player like Gigio complimented you was beautiful
Wooh! Now you all up in my face like an interview
Slow it down, mama, I don't like dat
You hella funny, Ain't never tripped on a nightcap?
Been missin' out hella much, You want yo' life back?
Well I can put you on the right track, just bite that

My ex-girl hella horny
Hit me up 4 am in the morning
Panties wet & she's lonely
Her new dude hella corny
He a man-gina
No skills, No stroke, Peter Pan kinda
Suspect, Wonder why he don't eat the cooch
or do them thangs that I showed ya when I beat the goose
I tried to tell ya but you needed proof
(Whoops!) It's too late to seek the truth
'Cause nah, I don't lie, I don't sell them ol' wolf tickets
I don't pitch no sales or cop girlscout biscuits
I'm a str8 shooter, Message received with no computer
You can have me now, not later, I bank how I maneuver
You should follow suit if you tryna live for tomorrow
We can start now, Here is the place, Spin the bottle
Now you really gettin' to know yourself
It's your world, girl, It don't belong to no one else

You be workin' so hard
Every day you make that money
You be workin' so hard, my dear
I gots to give you some honey

& when I pick you up from work
I rub your shoulders & your neck
But first thing's first, pull out your purse
'cause it's time to cash your check

Just hold on tight, we'll be home soon
but I can't let you forget
'Cause first thing's first, Pull out your purse
'cause we going to cash your check

To the bank
& I'm-a get you to the bank
to the bank
& I'm-a get you to the bank
to the bank
& I'm-a get you to the bank
Better fill up my gas tank
What you think?
Track Name: I'm a Jedi, Bitch!
I don't go out a lot
If I had a female counterpart
She'd be about this guap
I'm a player but I don't even fuck a lot
I average two kills a season
I jack off a lot
You save sluts like Lancelot
I don't shave my nuts, I'm str8 Sasquatch
Hoes still on the jock tho
I don't even trip bruh, See me chillin' like an ol' vato
Danny Trejo
She asked, What's my line of work?
I'm a Jack of all trades, ho!
Anyways tho
You hella borin' to a brotha that's foreign
I never been a sugar daddy
& I ain't shook 'cause you wanna throw the pussy at me
I know mind tricks, I know telekinesis
& if you wanna see them, you gotta pay me descent

I be on some otha shit
I'm a Jedi, bitch!
I be on some otha shit
I'm a real Jedi, bitch!

Yeah, real geishas recognize true samurai
Treat a ninja good, Get me back so I can handle mine
Understand how the world works
& where the war's at
& why we speak in code words
Bitch I'm a Jedi!
Nah I don't trick, I don't pimp but I gets mine
I got some real queens on my side
Right now, I'm out of bounds & you don't need to know the reason why
That's confidential
I don't wanna offend you
but I keep a hard-on 'cause there's no competition
Yeah baby, in this bar, you's a 7 piece
Sexiest freak I seen in this shitty town all fuckin' week
But on a worldly scale, you a 3 piece nugget
& yo' baby daddy str8 McLovin
I'm sick of doin' research on retards
I'm retirin' the X-Files, I'm about to flip beyond!
Ding!

I be on some otha shit
I'm a Jedi, bitch!
I be on some otha shit
I'm a real Jedi, bitch!
Track Name: Trachea
Pussy is gold, I'll make yo' throat go platinum
Just one second, I'm-a blow out this magnum
You know it's yo' song soon as that shit star slappin'
Big ass balls on yo' chin be clappin'
Like a church song
I got my shirt on
& my socks on
Coconut juice so I keep my cock strong
Pornhub Dot Com
Doin' research, Every scene is rawdog
Hmm real interesting, Quite intriguing
The lies that they feed us are quite deceiving
Most chicks don't know but all the real pros do
& for an extra fee on the low, I'll show you

That trachea, That trachea
I'm a fool when it comes that trachea
That trachea, That trachea
Way much better than the labia

Ooh dem tonsils ain't been removed yet
Most chicks gag, Some don't have no reflex
Some don't mind to gag
Hell yeah, you a trooper, my kinda girl
That esophagus, Them vocal chords
Pussy went gold now we onto more
Little bit better now, Little bit wetter now
She says you won't find another 'cause her pussy's the best in town
Well I heard it before, & I tried it out
& through all my journeys, I've been finding out
that it's way much better when you dine me out
Facial pussy, (Cock) inside yo' mouth
I be inside the house
Two places at once
In my room & in yo' face like a blunt
You want sugar, You want stability
Then house me up inside yo' throat facility


That trachea, That trachea
I'm a fool when it comes that trachea
That trachea, That trachea
Way much better than the labia

That trachea, That trachea
Keyword if you want me to stay with ya
That trachea, That trachea
& if you don't give it to me then we breaking up
Track Name: My New Song
Ay-yo check out my new song
I know it's been too long
The past is the past though, We gotta move on
& get our groove on
Gigio get his savings like coupons
but I'm on some soul refinement
Even in the coldest climates
I'm known to be a riot
& she treat me like I do mic's
Holdin' me tight, Let go!
You know I'm special
Too fresh for the dress code
My rebel manifesto drive the people's spirit, Echo
my lyrics, regional westcoast
International thinker
The passionate ambassador, The activist dreamer
& as fast as you can blink, I be mashin' on a beat
You might catch me on the streets like Saturday night heat
Mackin' on a Vacaville freak, She wanna get romantic with me
But she's a Jerseyshore bopper, Kim Kardash no class imitation
& she got no imagination
So I hit it & send her back to the pavement

You know I'm still with the same crew
I guess a couple things ain't changed, Especially when you stay true
But on the real though, I gotta new outlook
Hip Hop gotta come together, You know it sounds good
& I can teach an old dog new tricks
See me reachin' through the fog, Oh my God, who's this?
The nuisance, to them new kids, making music
Tryna prove something like I give two shits
Funny style on a pile of money
Meanwhile, little mouths is hungry
Tryna chow down on something
So I'm 'bout to come in & out you
It's not no game, Stay in the house, fool
You ain't even done your chores yet
I pour sweat like a war vet
My songs get the underground buzzin' like a hornet's nest
I'm born to rep
My new rhymes gon' with the times
My mind bright infinite shine, Riddle the blind

My old girl said she gotta new boyfriend
Ha! I'm sorry y'all, I had to laugh
Gigio is the head of his whole entire class
You be trickin' on a beezy with yo' Oscar Meyer ass
Str8 wiener schnitzel,
Frontin' like you ain't seen my missiles
Launch off like Dren Deez with the instrumental
How he took something old & made something new
What you know? That's a Hip Hop move
& I'm a Hip Hop dude
witha little rock-n-roll & blues
A lotta funk, A lotta soul influence, I'm pullin' in
my old friends & my new friends, doing the right thing
Who in their right mind would choose to invite me
to a freestyle rhyme bout?
I need not find out
no info on their person, I'm-a burst 'em in their face
Right there like a real man,
& if you feelin' my last jam
then get with this here, fam
'Cause I ain't growin' old, I'm bold!
Track Name: Get Dat Get-Dat
Get dat get right
Spit dat real life
I'm wit' dat
Bring dat shit back
Get dat get-dat!
(What?) What's the get-dat I'm speaking of?
Manyg, you gotta get it 'fore yo' time is up!
Don't just talk about it, Hit dat!
OK I'm in there, No mismatch, I fit dat
Ooh! I'm doin' the fool now
Goin' hella dumb but I'm cooler than you clowns
Stupid!
I'm feelin' myself, bruh you clueless
Man I do this!
I get off!
Watch me set the shit off!
Punch in & go to work, Rollin' with the big dogs
Gassin'
Ain't shit for free, Quit askin'
Man I'm smashin'
Not crashin', I'm yokin'
& you can drop a stack on it if you think I'm jokin'

You betta get dat get-dat
We gotta get dat get-dat
Get it together now lemme hit dat
Get dat get-dat
We gotta get dat get-dat
Get together now lemme hit dat

So who are you? 'Cause I don't even know
& I don't even care, Oh you seen me befo'?
Well never like this, so lemme hit you up with the style
Think positive, Quit fuckin' around
Handle yo' bizness, trick
If you really wit' da shit
then you don't need a witness, Sufficient
Pimpish when I'm double dippin', Smell my finger
Don't try to salt up my game because my demo's cleaner
You gotta get in yo' lane, Work on yo' own thang
Before you flex on 'em, you gotta train
Manny Pacquiao, Money Floyd
Fuck what you yappin' 'bout, I'm hungry boy!
Even if you unemployed
Yo there's resources out there the government don't control
God made man from mud
So don't be afraid of gettin' yo' hands dirty, cuzz wassup?

You betta get dat get-dat
We gotta get dat get-dat
Get it together now lemme hit dat
Get dat get-dat
We gotta get dat get-dat
Get together now lemme hit dat
Track Name: Unbreakable
I'm hard as nails
I'm cold as ice
I'm all alone
but you won't see me cry
& I won't pretend
this is more than a game
You can stay or leave
It's all the same
& I love you
You love me
It sounds so sweet
but really what does it mean?
I won't wait up
'cause the shit don't matter
My heart cannot be shattered

I'm unbreakable, Unbreakable
I feel no pain, I'm incapable
I take it witha grain to the brain & blow
I feel no love just the hate below
Unbreakable, Unbreakable
Nah you won't hurt me 'cause I can't no mo'
Nah you ain't that mean, you just playin' a role
I'll break yo' heart & make you hit the doo'

My heart can't be broken
My heart can't be broken
I'm all by my lonesome
I can't faded by no one
My heart can't be broken
My heart can't broken
I'm all by my lonesome

I could have been your man
It's out of my hands
This is all I can stand
We would have been so good
We could have did so much
It's out of my hands
It's all out of my touch
So much

Long once ago, I shed a tear
I felt the pain of a thousand years
I fell to my knees & saw all my fears
I shuttered in weakness & called my dear
but she didn't come back 'cause she didn't want that
I went to pieces, I went to bed
I cried for nights, I slept alone
Confused & upset in my empty home
My heart turned black like a lump of coal
Trust no one, I don't trust myself
Kickin' up dust down a busted road
Lookin' for lust on the rush when it comes, it goes
I play them games, I fight to win
Got no shame, girl, my plight is grim
I stand in the rain & I walk the storm
& I never look back when I'm out the door


My heart can't be broken
My heart can't be broken
I'm all by my lonesome
I can't faded by no one
My heart can't be broken
My heart can't broken
I'm all by my lonesome

I wanted to be your man
Now you're out of my hands
This just won't ever stand
I would have been so good
I would have did so much
But now you're out of my hands
Now you're out of my touch
So much

I'm hard as nails
I'm cold as ice
I'm all alone
but you won't see me cry
& I won't pretend
No I won't pretend
Track Name: The One ft. Hollywood Keefy
Vs1 (Gigio):
Firstborn son
California King, No surfboard cuzz
Third world turmoil in my blood
Destined to persevere the funk witha personal grudge
I'm turned up, Workin' these drums
Man I'm servin' you punks, Chump!
I am the one to make a positive change
I am the one who be droppin' that flame
I am the one kickin' knowledge & slang
I am the one, guilty as charged, your girl callin' my name
& we are not the same
I'm the real deal McCoy
Skills like Roy Jones Jr., Feel it in ya bones bruh
I'm iller than ya boys
& that rap you kickin' in ya living room
Sounding like you need to quit & hit the kitchen witha broom
Jackin' my style, son, I oughtta make you pay for dat
In the Bay, We gotta name for dat
See we call y'all j-cats
Non-progressive suckas got the world spinnin' backwards
I am the one like Jet Li who be the determinin' factor
It's Gigio
Track Name: Denied!
Introducing my rebellion
They reppin' hip hop like jackin' off's the new element
"G, where ya been?"
All these cyphers look like circle jerks
All these rappers sound like Urkel, nerds, Squirts!
(Damn!) I'm feelin' lonely, dawg
No emcees to play with, All hope is lost
Rappers knockin' at my door
(Come out & play ball) I don't want to no more
I'm tryna record
Write songs in novelist lore
You just be cockblockin' my aura
over a whore
Jockin' G, tryna get raw
Rob the knowledge, Now that's cause for a war

Friend request denied!
Message received, Steve, I need not reply
Read between the lines, I was learned since knee high
The Jedi knight steez what you really wanna be like

Shit! These Sith Lords is gettin' old
I guess it's been awhile since the last episode
All mangled, decrepit, Half-steppin'
Thirstin' a teenage love rap session
I turn the mic into a light saber
Frontin' like I'm hypeman, Better open up yo' eyes, Major!
I find that idiots are geniuses at playing dumb
Dick Cheney emcees tryna fade me, son
It's all good, I'm hella young
You tryna kick trap-rap to adapt but I'm strong with the funk
like the Force, Freak nasty whores tryna lure me in
You don't love me, ho, You love my midichlorians
Prepared for battle
So when I see you lookin' like an old pterodactyl
I'm finna shoot an arrow at you
It's for the kids yo, the future of the culture, ahk
Doin' what I'm 'posed to while you vultures gawk


Friend request denied!
Message received, Steve, I need not reply
Read between the lines, I was learned since knee high
The Jedi knight steez what you really wanna be like
Track Name: What U Expect?
Ronald Regan was never a pal of mine
I bust raps for little kids in Palestine
Slingshot Hip Hop, Yin Yang criss crossed
Filth flarn Bill Cos
Poetry sound like Iceberg Slim pimp talk
so who's keeping score?
Gigio broke the rules just being born
Santeria baby voodoo doll
I seen things that would spook you all
True to the cause, no pause, this that Bay'd out slap shit
SevenOhSeven don't know how to act, bitch!
Flippin' off la policia with the kids on piggy back
This is the way I really rap
Some say I need a shrink for the things I really think
I say you yuppies is yellerbellied pink
I can't stand you prissy pussified privileged punks
I get love from the kids in the distant slums
What u expect mothafucka?

I represent the grunt workforce
We turnin' out punk rock church girls
I gotta crew fulla single mommas
Big middle finger to you primadonnas
Ain't nothin' cute 'bout this bankrupt defecit
That's why I'm callin' all gangstas & militants
Long time we been spicks, spades & peckerwoods
About time we get paid, rebel resolute
Gigio stand with angel wings & devil hooves
Do dirty only to innovate in the ghetto hoods
I be feelin' good though I be spillin' blood
It's my life to live, I gotta live it up
I'm on my Don Killuminati shit
Jedi mind tricks, the way that I be flippin' politics
A lotta brothas joining the police academy
So when you see me ridin' dirty, don't be mad at me
What u expect, mothafucka?

They wanted me for they army or whatever
Picture me givin' a damn, Nah I'm a Rebel
Yankee Doodle Dandy, Ain't foolin' me, family
I'm revolution moody, bankin' booty like it's candy
Indoctrinating children's minds with these illin' rhymes
A hero & a villain in these times
Surround myself with like minds & free thinkers
Party animals 'til the darkness is relinquished
Yeah, Broken English, Hoodlums with manners distinguished
Mars mackin' on Venus
What is this? Mic checka dialect
Why hecka, I wreck 'em by the sec
Ring 'em by the neck
& choke a joker tryna divide the set
I eat rappers for the side effects
So now I'm high as fuck 'cause they diet on drugs
Brain fried like Idaho spuds
What u expect, mothafucka?
Track Name: Secrets
What's the science?
Peep the mastermind at work
A mental giant, I'm like a satellite when I chirp
While the pastor spreadin' lies at the church
I'm on the other side of town like Curt
vandalizin' perpetrators, scandalizin' verses
for no purpose, playing games with the God
taking holy names in vain
The pandemonium's odd
Chasing fame & luck
Dead end to the mirage, Sabotage, Self destruct
Corruption at large, Now you know what the cause is
Catapulting my squad, Rally savagery hard
Necessary evils, Yes it's messy people
Get ready, the heavy steelo
This ain't for the weak tho, G-Code!
Square nuts, Pussy whipped, You should wear cuffs
I'm uncut teargas through your air ducts
Amerikkka, Worldwide & then some, When what?
Won't quit until I have it all, Fair cut
Relentless

I got dem secrets, dem secrets
Everybody wanna know
Dem secrets, Dem secrets
The flow & the beat
got dem tweakin', intriguing
I go so deep, levels with no cheat codes, ho
On citaz, Believe this

OK where was I? Relentless
Ah yes, Relentless, To my apprentice,
Remember this
Potential is endless
The mental is infinite, Self universal capacity
We metaphysically traveling actually
Heaven & Hell, they be sellin' us tragedy
Trickery, like build your own jail & live happily
Really B, it's all relative to the math with me
That's how I steady be gassin' so passionately
Money ain't the native custom
& still we came up hustlin'
Before the age of hoodlums
we innovated systems of survival
Soul sophisticated function
Tracing the constellations above us
Communicating what it was & wasn't
Trust it, The government don't love ya
Listen up, young'n, I'm sayin' somethin'
It's a long hard road ahead like Sade
Listen up, compadre
Vamanos!

I got dem secrets, dem secrets
Everybody wanna know
Dem secrets, Dem secrets
The flow & the beat
got dem tweakin', intriguing
I go so deep, levels with no cheat codes, ho
On citaz, Believe this

Vamanos! I'm a ghost!
When it comes to rhymin', ain't no tellin' where I'm-a go
You can search high and low
or maybe go far & wide
Maybe you oughtta take a bizarre ride to the Pharcyde
Hip Hop's gentrified with apartheid
Sith Lords lurk from the dark side
Rapublicans, troublesome
but I be bubblin', check the archives
Timeless, Dynasty
My mind conceives the finest dreams
Rewriting history, Outshining these mere mortals
Fear mongers & they weird slogans, Bogus
G be bombin' 'em while they sleep, That's all day tho
Your girl jockin' but she might not say so
I'm telepathic, telekinetic, super psychic
Indigo child, Infinite style, Buddha type shit
Threats of reptilian plight slip when my mic's lit
Words so powerful
Heard throughout the astrals yo!

I got dem secrets, dem secrets
Everybody wanna know
Dem secrets, Dem secrets
The flow & the beat
got dem tweakin', intriguing
I go so deep, levels with no cheat codes, ho
On citaz, Believe this
Track Name: Geisha House
(Sometimes) Samurai fuck & (Sometimes) Samurai don't fuck
But when it's time to fuck, I handle my own
What you think don't matter, You ain't on my level
I follow a code, I live like a rebel
When I'm in the geisha house
They break out the hot towels 'cause I'm gangsta'd out
They already know what the song & the pain's about
They see the scars that I wear like a mainey crown
& my nuts are so heavy, sometimes it weighs me down
Can you hold 'em & let 'em rest?
Mouth first 'cause the pussy's second best
Grope one titty & move onto the second breast
Make it last my money's worth & not a second less
I got shit on my mind, I been hella stressed
That's how it is on the grind, yo peep my sentiments
When I see yo' behind, it made my denim stretch
from the front by my pecker, I gotta represent

When I'm in the geisha house, they show me love
When I'm in the geisha house, they know what's up
When I'm in the geisha house, they show me love
When I'm in the geisha house, they know what's up

Most dudes won't stroke the cooch right
Most bourgeois pooches don't know the true pipe strength
Crying shame, Fine dames be mere cumbuckets
From here to Nantucket, They bluffin' with hella weird husbands
Borderline suspect homos
One minute buster gong shows, Those dudes love bros
So hoes ain't never been dicked down proper
Whatever, I'm a Samurai, I have an agenda
I don't get bored, I have a Nintendo
I know magick, bitch, Abracadabra
This one slut wanted me to stab her
with the Sword of Justice, It really don't matter
If you don't know how to fuck, I'd rather not fuck
If you don't suck on my nuts, You gettin' dropped off
Hoes try to criticize wise
Shit! I know a spot where they widdit, It's hella live

When I'm in the geisha house, they show me love
When I'm in the geisha house, they know what's up
When I'm in the geisha house, they show me love
When I'm in the geisha house, they know what's up
Track Name: Everybody Loves Hip Hop ft. BPos
Vs1 (Gigio):
They snappin' photos, Say cheese!
Back for mo' tho, Potatoes & gravy
Act like you don't know, Pay me
'Cause Hip Hop don't hustle for fee
What I learned in the Bay where they raised G
"No Toto, this can't be!"
Chill Dorothy, We build for the same dream
I been filthy since 18 years old
Slangin' these rhyme schemes on the low but they pure gold
Free your soul through your earlobes
the way that I pierce those
Used to be a Fat Boy like Prince Markie Dee
Now I'm bad news to ya darling's heart artery
Funky as I oughtta be, Nasty without a "Pardon me"
Please it's to the groove how I keep the people partying
Caucasians, Africans, Latinos
Filipinos
Yeah we need those
'Cause everybody loves Hip Hop
So hit the floo' when I blow, feel yo' soul lift high

'Cause everybody loves Hip Hop
I said everybody loves Hip Hop
You gots to play your part
Everybody loves Hip Hop
I said everybody loves Hip Hop
You gots to play your part
Everybody loves Hip Hop
I said everybody loves Hip Hop
You gots to play your part

Nowadays you gotta stay sharp
Work hard & don't slip for no counterfeit art

Everybody loves what the funk goin' on, yeah
I don't see you when I need you, baby
Please don't stop now
Oh keep the beat movin' strong, yeah
You gots to play your part for me
Track Name: Firebird ft. Scotti Wilson
Clay meets Cassius, Rise from the ashes
Firebird
Thunder beat drum inside of her
heart corridors, Feel the heat, Annihilate
any opposition on the creep in spite of me
Chop through the Matrix, Digest snake venom
Detox haterade when I protest villains
then that means I'm cap peelin'
like native rituals of the past
Man you can't get rid of me with yo' ridicule
Cursed be the shills who belittle the spiritual
all on TV making men look pitiful
Plottin' for centuries how to extract the God in G
Distract the odyssey I'm on
Tryna polish these songs
so I can live long, Maintain the artistry
Deeper than the beats & the slang I'm hollering
Almost had me got with they strange lobotomy
But I can't be contained, know what I'm sayin' or yaddaimean?

Chorus (Scotti Wilson):
Roll me over, I'm your ghost, I breathe
Ashes covered dust & bones, You say

Clay meets Cassius, Rise from the ashes
Firebird
Gigio soul proprietor
Symbol of the people like "Ali bomaye!"
Grab the mic kinda like Confucius say
For the children of Africa, Children of Asia
Latin America, Europe, All the way to Australia
Take it back to Cali, In fact, Ask about me
In the Flats, Man you rats betta back up off me
When I sway on the streets, the chaos I peep
I don't prey on the weak, the weak pray on me
Ay-yo your beezy's a bombshell, she blow me to fragments
Severe head trauma, I forget what happens
like a seizure, so the next time, I see her
It's amnesia, Sorry ma'am, but I don't know ya
I follow a code that got me out on the road
Sometimes I break down but then I explode

Chorus (Scotti Wilson):
Roll me over, I'm your ghost, I breathe
Ashes covered dust & bones, You say

Jesus of Nazareth, Rise against the fascists, Rioter
Firebird shriek like silencer
Heatseek targets, Deceased sleep dormant
I soar orbits, Wingspan enormous
Third eye absorbent, Galactic reinforcement
Harpoon the corpses, Hardcore performance
My girl's a sorceress, Yours whores in worship
servicing mere mortals
I'm Merlin with the forcefield
Merciless when I hold steel
Yield the power to heal
Behold the furnace of my soul, I'm prone to ill
That's why I got my license
Fire type hyphy where the zeitgeist ties in
Wide awake plotting as the night time's frightening
I'm bold as ever, stay writing rhymes in crisis
A god I must be in the eyes of Isis
Ain't a damn song in yo' iPod like this

(Scotti Wilson)
Bait it, Trade it lately
'cause I'm a cicada slayer
It's awful when you're a player
& always, always on fire
Track Name: Times of War
It's the proletariat rollin' in a chariot
Snake ass mothafuckas don't know where he went
Intro, the latest homegrown experiment
Peep the scrolls, Gigio be bold as the pyramids
But much mo' mysterious, Old soul mischievous
Low & behold, The role of a lyricist for the people
Definition lethal, Repetition elite diesel
In the belly of the beast with the measels
meaning I'm Sicko, The evil I harness'll do damage
Cuttin' ya lines like rude manners
Bad people, Bad man, Hella mean tho
Mainey, Ruthless, Whatever, Anti-hero
Chip on my shoulder I carry grudgingly
All up in Amerikka where scary freaks be judging me
Either I'm too dark or too bright for the color scheme
or what it seems
Don't overthink what it means

In times of war
You gotta get raw
Nobody said it was positive, dawg
Rise or fall
Pick a side, I'd rather die for the cause
Since I'm fightin' to live, what you hollerin' for?
I said, Get up, March on strong, The time's now
Gear up, Hit them hard, Don't break down
This is your call, It's your move
It's all on you, I come through

My yin kill your yang
My sins rinse away when I penetrate your brain
JFK you lames
All is fair at love & war, Stevie Wonder
Sometimes it's the same thing when you feel the hunger
Comin' from the under, I seen scenes movies don't depict
Strange fiends you seen in dreams like they don't exist
& California's grown a cold abyss
Shadowed in lies & schemes that spell out hopelessness
Hold on bruh, Keep strong, Don't quit tho
Gotta keep it lit for the kids before they get grown
I make the shit know, You got the power, girl
Situation critical, Clones runnin' out here, world
My mouth Satan like Mao Tse Tung
Rock the bells L rung, My slang weigh a ton
like Chuck D's uzi, I make ugly "oogly"
for you stoolies, corrupt me, I bust unruly

In times of war
You gotta get raw
Nobody said it was positive, dawg
Rise or fall
Pick a side, I'd rather die for the cause
Since I'm fightin' to live, what you hollerin' for?
I said, Get up, March on strong, The time's now
Gear up, Hit them hard, Don't break down
This is your call, It's your move
It's all on you, I come through

Still reppin' hip hop in the apocalypse
while all my heroes flip flop & do the opposite
pushin' poison on the populus
from the slums to the metropolis
in the ways of the monopolists
Globalists, wanna come take control of this
but couldn't hold they piss
when I'm closin' my fists
B-Boys, Keep the uprock, Keep the graff hand
DJs, Turn it up a notch, Bring it back, fam
& I'm-a keep leakin' that gas can
Mouthpiece unfiltered, That's how it be on the ave, man
Shit's drastic, Guns goin' off in the school halls
But don't let them dum-dums fool y'all
Succumb to the new laws
Religion unhealthy, They use y'all
Don't pray to they gods or pay the guru
Shit's some major voodoo
Blatantly fatal way to bamboozle
Peace, Love & may the jam move you
Track Name: Can We Make Love Now?
I
give it all I got to give, I gots to give it up
Girl I want you bad, I want your kiss, I want to feel your fuck
Am I sexy enough? Am I dirty enough?
Am I worthy to love?
You'll be the first one to judge
Should I wrap it up for ya?
Do I have to ask? Am I black enough for ya?
Am I latino enough for ya?
Am I white enough?
Can I light you up like some type of drug with the Midas touch?
I can take you to the yonder where the stars hang out
or I can give it to you hallway style
Point to prove, I let it all hang out
I need access
Backstage, VIP, Everlasting

Can we make love now?
Can we make love now?
How about now? How's your mindset?
Is it the right time yet?

Let's speed things up, You done judgin' me yet?
I know I'm way too much, You had enough of me yet?
Can I come closer? Do you trust me now?
Do you like what you see? Do you lust me now?
I been starin' in the mirror, working on a routine
Thinking nasty things about you, practicing my mood swing
God I can't go without it no mo'
Been starvin' for so long, it's outta control
So hard to hold on, Gotta let this shit blow
Besides, I'm better than the rest
I chow down on ya onion & let you smell it on my breath
Travel Man, I'm known to go the extra mile
Blow the show with hecka style
I'm doper than Elvis now

We makin' love now
We makin' love now

This be the moment that we come together
Freaky mother nature, the more juice, the better
No conspiracy when we control the weather
Make it rain on the streets, Come & get us
Sex is a weapon & love is a revolution
I'm a soldier for the cause, I'm-a go out shootin'
We can make magic & we can make babies
Born to be wild, child, Don't try to tame me