My first live performance at Epicentre is on Saturday, Oct. 15th. Here are the lyrics to most of the songs so you guys can learn them, or at least the choruses haha
CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO THE SETLIST (SOUNDCLOUD.COM)
1. Antarctic Circle
Get hyped up, with your white cup
Pink or purple, it don’t matter, turn the mic up
Cuz when I set it on the stage, people jumpin in a rage
People jumpin’ in the Range, kickin’ white dustBig in spite of, they probably spittin’ little lies
Live in times, where the truth don’t even matter on the mic
And if you live it how we kick it, then you’ll probably realize
That the movie that I live in is a Fight Club
You gotta fight tooth and nail, pay to make bail
Sell soap, then you hope to choke a bloke, ‘til he croak
And the quotes will show, what everybody wanna know
‘Cuz if you focus on your stroke then the ball will set sail
Keep the ball rollin’, hopin’, US Open
How To Make It America, the words have been spoken
Don’t matter what you’re blowin’, or even if you’re floatin’
‘Cuz to get bank notes, you need to get promotion
Hope for high eminence, you chokin’ on the cinnamon
It’s eminent, I get if you didn’t even spell it in a
Correct order, head to the border
The American Dream requires a few quartersSo you nickel a dime, spit a riddle and rhyme
And in the middle of time, you might, live on your rhymes
But if you don’t, that’s fine, it shouldn’t happen to me
‘Cuz everybody’s gonna wanna see me on the TV
You can hop on a song if you spit it like me
Or if you come correct with free
Or if you’re ambition’s comparable to me
Or if you wanna have fun and learn a few things
How do you spit it antarctic?
And if it’s parallel, how do you park it?
The secret to this, is not only it’s a gift
But you gotta do it quick and you gotta do it swift
Coach Krzyzewski, you’ll never wanna test me
Cuz your best bet is hoping for an ESPY
Man of the year, with a plan not a fear
If you can’t even hear, just stand and cheer
Fade to black then clear, you a square in a sphere
But the audience is gon’ stay clappin’
‘Cuz the double time you’re hearin’ is troubled yet revered
as the best technique in rapping
2. Keys, Dreams & Me/Doper Than Syringes Intro
[VERSE 1]
I’m 19-92 (too) ill, but here to kill the plague
11 AM, June 30 where I first showed my face
Raised in Japan until the age of three
Then we lived on the beach, man life was carefree
So you might compare me, to how another kid was livin’
‘Cause until the age of 12 I never thought about spittin’
All I knew was Kan’ West, Eminem and 50 Cent
AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith
classic rock was all I heard until I took the school bus
Heard the radio was tippin’, getting chunked and screwed up
The Dirty South showed me the mainstream
Then I realized there was much more to the scene and
Tony Hawk’s Underground is how I found MF DOOM
Atmosphere, El-P, and the Def Jux crew
Pete Rock, Cl Smooth, MURS, Visionaries too
Hieroglyphics on the face of this black and jap dude[VERSE 2]
I’m the proctor, the doctor, the Loch Ness poet
Prescribing the public a dose of dopeness
The fiends are hopeless, but I’m always here for y’all
Blocking whack rappers’ shots like Pau Gasol
But my imagery beriddles me, it’s something you just lack
When your pitch to me is little league, my rhymes’ a metal bat
And you’re feelin’ me, revealin’ me, killin’ the feelin’, peelin’ me
Digging too deep past the skin, man, you’re drillin’ me
And even though I don’t fuck with weed
Take this Hogwarts kush, “Hufflepuff” these trees
We roll 10 Deep, so Obey the UNDFTD
You can’t Rock in my Republic, your swag will be deleted
So back up your programs, my memory is dope man
‘Cuz all I ever knew was how to kill ‘em with the flow man
Best peep my fresh
Get a hint of this, and you could see what’s next
3. Hot Thang
[VERSE 1]
I want a little and a lot, spittin’ riddles on the spot
Heart dribbles then it stops, can I kick it or not?
‘Cuz you a hot thing, hot thing,
hot thing, hot thing.
And now we fly, trace the timeline,
Excited ‘cause we light each other at the same time
It’s a hot thing, but I’m not sayin’,
we should stop playin’
You got the valley voice, and an angel’s eyes
Height matching mine, but in heels you’re 5’9”
It’s all good, you a hot thing,
Settin’ me on fire like some hot wings
Take you to a spot where I could probably show you off
I don’t even wanna chop, but will I give it a shot?
I bet you think I’m crazy? Trippin’ you gotta lace me
Embrace me, fallin’, I hope you save me
[CHORUS]
Good love you a sexy thing
And all I’m sayin’ is you got something I like
Love that you like it
Love that you like it
Love that you like it
[VERSE 2]
Giving me lip, in every kind of way
Bring you a bouquet, spittin’ all my cliché’s
So come my way, my way,
My way, and I might say
Like, you got a band-aid? I need two
I hurt my knees ‘cuz I was fallin’ for you
And you say shut up, ‘cuz it was stupid
But at least it, got you talking
I can take you to a place that I can’t mention on the song
We’ll always head right, so you’ll never be wrong
Allergic? I guess I can eat all the pecans
I’ll hold the jacket when you say it’s too hot
I’m a master at this rapping, I got it on lock
Heard it first time, now you sittin’ in shock
I’ll make you want to untie the knot
Then I’ll give you a story to tell at the salon
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
If another man got eyes on you
I ain’t mad, ‘cuz you ain’t one I’m gonna lose
So keep walking, walking
Walking, walking. Word.
I ain’t the jealous type, but other fellas might
Act like you single, but later tonight
You’re coming my way, my way
to my place, my place
I ain’t trippin, ‘cuz I fancy your type
Cancer, but I could be a Sagittarius tonight
You could be Miss USA, so come my way
Miss Brazil can come over to my state
Tonight, you might even be Miss Francé
But one Miss I’ll never call you is a mistake
Thinking of your cat is making me want to quiver
Pop open that meow mix, please deliver
4. Wave At Me (Shortened Version Not On SoundCloud)
[VERSE 1]
My city is hella ill
We got our own slang, this place is hella chill
Equivalent to tenements, the evidence is relevent
To residents, invested in, dreamin’ like Americans
Even playing fields because life is pretty stable
More laid back than an operating table
Invest in my words, as the heat dissapates
Thinkin “wait, his diction is like 20th grade”
When did he say, no wait he never said a thing
He just sat there, stunned, pondering, and wondering
How swimming in the winter is a normal occurence
At it never ever snows as the temperatures flourish
Summer days are more calming than ever
The rays go away, Summer nights are even better
…Without the ocean, life ain’t complete
We live in the water, life is living on a beach
[CHORUS]
We be livin’ like never before
The sun shining from the roof to the floor
And I’m starin’ at the shaded trees
While the ocean waves at me (x2)
[VERSE 2]
Life’s an interesting pattern, I can tell when I can’t-can’t
Stop, cuz I’m skating on the rings of Saturn
They say every grain of sand was once a rock
And every day planned was worth a shot
Forget the past tense, it won’t occur often cuz
If you’re living in lament, then you’re living too cautious
It’s nonsense… the day is too beautiful to
pass up, knowing this experience could be new to you
That’s only if you give up the days
Where tommorow and today look kinda like yesterday cuz
That’s what we say, when directions aren’t known
Constant sunshine, So I ride on the banana boat
Sittin’ starboard as the moon shines away
Chillin’ with my krusty crew, thinkin’ “Damn I feel great”
Recollect past visions as you stare into my cornea
Thinkin’ this is how it feels to live in Cali-for-nia
[CHORUS]
5. With Finesse
[VERSE 1]
On life I have a new lease, and
I’ll replace the fountain of love with Kool-Aid, call me Mr. Deeds
The world spins, but I spin opposite
So I’ll never grow old, let’s take a look at the composite sketch
Brown skin, small eyes, and black hair
The way that I’m walking and talking is not, similar to the art, of Toro Y Moi, compare
The waves I ride are chill. I’ll take your cousin ‘Ashley’
at ‘Will’, and I don’t care how your ‘Uncle Phil’ (Feels)
On a track I’m never passive
Amass a massive attack of erratic fanatics, and practice our passion of rapping so fast it’s
Amazing how you couldn’t see past that
It kills my brain? Then my flag will always be half mast
And I bet you wish you, could use a tissue
Hit you, with a brick to, open your mind, split you
Not to kill you, eat you, up like seafood
Then the beating’s repeated on the mic, sike, I could never be crude
[CHORUS]
1, 2, 3, Nik Bates on a beat
4, 5, 6, quit talkin’ that ish7, 8, 8, pupils dilate
9, 10, light up again
again, again, again, and then, and then, then
watch your pupils dilate, ate
ate, 8, 9, 10, 10
I spit it with finesse[VERSE 2]
I’ve never been the type to hold a grudge
I’ll throw it back at you, make sure you have a catcher’s glove!
I’m the type to do it for the love
Getting stunned, Fortunate Son, watch as I hit a home run
I’m a ‘Giant,’ in a ‘Mets’ hat
‘Brave’ enough to ‘Dodge’ a ‘Brewer’ and skewer a mad ‘Diamondback’
But relax, in fact I wouldn’t do that
I’m an animal lover, my hot dogs always bacon wrapped
I might as well join PETA
Eating meat, and bring my dog, in a leather leash to the meeting
And I support Greenpeace
Smoke a tree, dump in the sea, throw trash in the street, easily
And if what you say is not true
Then your view on what I do contradicts what I am telling you
That didn’t even make sense
Play it back, because this track will help you see it through a new lense
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Issues? solve ‘em. But to bring it to light
I got 99 Problems, 98 are in my mind
That doesn’t mean they don’t exist
Assist in sippin’ laq and perpetuating you’re your eventual end, quick
I’ll solve the problem between us two as people
Greater than sign… That just means we’re not equal
The heart of a lion and the eye of a tiger
The breath of a dragon and the fist of a fighter
The blades of Vega, and Dhalsim’s Fire
Can’t compare to my heat, like lighters, they’ll expire
Just retire, it’s time to call it quits in this art
“This time for sure!” looking like Brett Favre
I’ll only run one route, do it for fun now
Like Jay-Z I run towns, Like Rev I’ll run house
I won now, I’ll come out, with the ball I dump, sprout
10, 5, Nik Bates touchdown!
6. Dope (AYEEMCEE Tribute)
Style’s prolific, a mangnif- individual
Vomit perfection, and then spit the residual
A visionary with lyrics, skippin’ the visuals
With even God saying: “Holy shit! That’s a miracle!”
I’m sick, can’t figure it. Hotter than tips of cigarettes
Shit on kids daily, you have to piss in it
I’m making all the shots that you cats are missin’ in
Leave them on fatality, screamin’ “I’ll finish him!”
Except I’m never caught, the steady pace I’m finishin’
Fuck a race bitch, what’s a rabbit to amphibians
A cold blooded animal, so check the symptoms and
my face, for a trace of these man eating illnesses
And I’ll eat a rapper up for breakfast (breakfast)
Chomp on his jewelry, and vomit his necklace
Honestly, I’m beyond careless, so wreckless
Yeah I finished first, but there’s always room for seconds
[CHORUS]
‘Cuz I’m.. Dope dope dope dope dope dope
7. Golden State
[VERSE 1]
They’re callin’ me the pick of the litter, like I didn’t know better!
Walking down the street , on my feet, patent leather
Stuck in a ‘Space Jam,’ traffic for days
Comets on the highway, ‘cuz we’re blowing up the subs
This is-this is-this is looking like some Computer Love
Getin Zapped like Roger if you’re fuckin’ with the blunt
And we bassin’, tracin’, rockin’ all the speakers
Lookin’ for a spot on the LA Leakers
Chokin’ on my best lines, lookin’ asthmatic
Cop a shirt on 5th Ave, when I walk past Attic
You couldn’t hear that, through the telephone static
(Hello?) This is him, but you should probably call back and
My verse cured AIDS, my name should be Magic
Johnson & Johnson, you thought that you had it
This Mac wants Cheese, Ima go ahead, Kraft it
Life without rapping, it would be tragic
[CHORUS x2]
Kraft it, cheese and mac it
Kill it, we the illest
Kraft it, cheese and mac it
Kill it, we the illest
[VERSE 2]
Top of the class, trying take control, but I
Burned my tongue drinking out the Devil’s Punchbowl
Mad ‘cuz I Don’t Realize, B. Sigel
I spoke, heard and saw all three evils
No ham, but on the tracks I go Meat
We can meet at the tracks, or even at the track meet
Like, train stations, or the relay races
Doesn’t matter as long as I can see your faces
Won’t be long until I give you the boot
I’m Quick to draw like McGraw at the video shoots
I’m the ace of spades, an outlaw on the loose
Shoot up the saloon, drink the Shine of the Moon
Put a quarter or two, in the Box of the Juke
You thought that you knew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Act like you know my passion
Life without rapping, it would be tragic
[CHORUS x2]
[OUTRO]
We killin’ the beat, and so they yell “Finish him!”
Are the kids alright? Of course dude we’re livin’ it
8. Wax On Wax Off
[INTRO]
Hear the neighbors talking, talking ‘bout all of the thumping sounds
Banging on the walls, we are the subject of discussion now
Fuck it, now I’m runnin’ and I’m never coming back
The confines of my mind won’t ever let me spit it whack
[VERSE 1]
Hear ‘em talkin’ loud but they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Didn’t fuck with me now all of a sudden they my cousins
Put me in that video you makin’ over summer
Trying to join the family tree, actin’ like you was my brother
I can’t be beat like the logo on my tee
Asking Alexandria but she only told me
These dudes Less Than Jake, trying to step Against Me!
Killing the game, I threw it in the Dead Sea
Check the grade, going from fair to worse
Shoe Game vicious, I went and copped a Paramore
The mad hatter, blasting all the backpackers
It doesn’t matter, clapping all the whack rappers
That’s the applause, in awe at the star
With the au-dacity, actually I’m going far
Not even Scar could stop this high king from laying down the law
I ain’t playing games, it ended at the first Saw
Throw my tracks on…
[CHORUS x8]
Wax on… Wax off
[VERSE 2]
I’m, spinning a yarn. Jenny is right beside of me
Weaving a picture for you read what’s inside of me
These lines I entwine are about as ugly as sin
Eli Whitney, I got my hands on the cotton gin
Treat haters like dice, you know that Nik Bates shook ‘em
Ask me ‘bout my bread, then I’ll tell you that it’s cooking
Keep looking. Don’t turn, because you might miss the good part
Dictionary minded, that just means I’m looking book smart
This crook art, don’t look far for a good start
Gashes from the lashes of my flow, yeah it should scar
Blocking all your shots, even though I’m not the tallest
Braggadocios rat, yeah this Mouse is not Modest
The waiting room is where the beat will be emitted
When we listen to the track, this the part we revisit
Rewind and reverse, show the nurse and your friends
Drop it off like it’s hot, bring the beat back in
I’m sitting in the office, waiting for my turn
The pen is the scalpel as I split open the verse
Doc comes in asking why I feel absurd
I got a sick flow, and it’s starting to get worse…
I’m just making sure…
9 & 10. Bonus Songs
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ENTIRE EPICENTRE
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