Say Something

by Dopamine Rush

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"If anybody here doesn't like what I just did... then Say Something!"

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released April 18, 2014

Lyrics by Dopamine Rush

Production by Premethius, Nacho Valentine, SK-ILL, BC Product, and Tones

Mixed and Mastered by Henry D. at Velvet Room Studios

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Points Of Ellipsis Music Foundry is a beat production enterprise founded in 1995. It is not only a crew-oriented business, but a mindstate. The Points represent the unspoken state....where no opinions or judgements have been forged. This is the thought position we choose to create from...where pre-judgements are irrelevant. ... more

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Track Name: #IsItMe?!
The common courtesy, after you, master two methods of the attitude,
Counter move - splatter crews till bladders loose.
The height of fright make it matter to,
The brave soldier slave from the cowardly commanded troop.
Train dodging bars, I'm in charge fuck Charles,
Suckas get blown out your own circle like marbles.
Secondary method: At the door, first, check it,
Employ it, tighten lips, ships stay buoyant.
Further T’s uncrossed, that's undone structure,
Too late, bring it in, “now I gots to cut ya”
Time for the growth aligned, its all used,
Too fly for the tarmac fine lets just move.
Steadily, pre-rolls and Hennessy to ready me,
Collectively, keep paper chopped like confetti be.
Divy through amounts only move makers privy to,
Short ended stick for the missing few, is he you?
Better get your stance firm, status not concerned,
Wit the posturing you learned in the mirror, thats herb shit.
Tighten up the skill whether wheels of steel,
Cardboard, sealing deals, krylon, soundboards, or verb spit.
All this time to troll, but no time to visit me,
Joystick control in a cold bowl of misery.
Is it new that I harsh judge? True, consider me,
Is it you slackin up the energy or is it me?
Track Name: Get My Belt
Burn one, laid back, skip the jump shot and lay up,
The beast don't turn up, I stay up.
And you'll rue the blue day u questioned it, str8 up,
Free shows and downloads were credited, pay up.
Think we need a slicker invention for pockets,
I'm feeling exposed, throws off controls for the profit.
Mystery blown, cellphone unlock it,
Snowball my roll call of peeps and never stop it.
Swerve right over the youth that's kickin' no truth,
Stay in your lane homie, but mind the toll booth.
Yell "break" after ya'll team huddle,
Means the motherfuckin' bread need to break on the double.
Marketing guru, sold it in the rap itself,
See in the present if you gifted gotta wrap yourself.
It's presentation, worth what u make it,
Not wit fake chains kid u oughta slap yourself.

Admit it young bruh, you need the help,
Or just an ass whooping, lemme get my belt.
Think you know what's good? U that felt?
I'll show u what's felt, don't make me get my belt,
Smack fire out your face and yourself,
Grown man health, ima have to get my belt.
This beat bumps, you bumpin wit welts,
Had to put it on that ass, had to go and get my belt.

That's the sound when the men's,
Ego crawl under they skin, they falling from within.
Beautifully constructed as my best disaster,
Crews get slashed in jest I put the 's' in laughter.
Yes, let's get passed the compare fight,
This like child abuse, it's not a fair fight.
Y'all don't know shit, if so, that's a rare sight,
Think you next level hype? I already bought the air rights.
Shits getting alarming, too common,
I'm on some pay homage or fuck that I'm bombing.
He called me old nigga!
But steady sucking off my style, I'm the one that you owed, nigga.
Gotta study up do's and don'ts just like the rest of us,
You can't pay dues just by showing to the Festivus.
And next time u act like a little bitch,
Im'a take you out back, make you pick your own switch.

Admit it young bruh, you need the help,
Or just an ass whooping, lemme get my belt.
Your parents dropped the ball, you lack stealth,
Your ego just melt when I go and get my belt.
Smack fire out your face, out yourself,
Grown man health, ima have to get my belt.
This beat bumps, SK-ILL's felt,
Had to put it on that ass, had to go and get my belt.
Track Name: Stank On Shit
I mean my left Adida, it got more cheese than Velveeta,
Funked up fungus for the fuck of it, I need a
New foot like versus new socks wit the purchase,
Of a cool tooth, replace the one wit doo doo on the surface.
I’m allergic to deodorant, motor’s been jilted,
And the vision of my aura stays filtered.
With the vapors from my odor it tapers as I get older,
Old man stank promoter make the dough and rank the folder.
That means paper gets sticky wit my ecto,
Plasm, the -gasm is org-nized from retro-
Active reflex Yo, no disrespect tho,
Farted in the elevator, blamed it on a fellow hater.
Respect move like I already been the martyr,
Death Star breath melt the mask off of Vader.
Year of the Rabbit when they pushed me,
How’s he clean on the scene still smelling like badussy?
Watch...

Snott RockIt put the Stank On Shit,
Best Kept put the Stank On Shit,
Biochemical: Stank On Shit,
Dopamine Rush put the Stank On Shit.

Yup, bluntly distinctions in sync,
Its depletion of trust that flushed the fucks down the sink.
And I wink at the prejudices, flirt wit the stink,
Cause I never gave a fuck what they think.
Rebel note, like they jailed me for the quote,
Level up tho, either u smell me or you don’t.

Jesus smelled similar to boost,
Big rock for a hammer, small rock filling in a tooth.
No time to screw wit ya there’s work to do,
Thats my afluvea, this is what’s due.
Break bread, or I’ll put the stank on you!
Track Name: Swear Jar
EXPLETIVES IN MY EXPLANATION,
EXPEDITE THE VIBE WHEN I BREAK THE LANGUAGE.
EXTRA ORDINARY EVENTS, PEEP THE SLANG IT'S -
EXEMPT, OFF THE RECORD, ON THE PAGES.
X2

GUIDE-LINES MINES SCRIPTED FROM COUSIN'S VERSE,
CAUGHT WHEN IMPRESSIONABLE, TAUGHT DIFFERENT LESSONS - FIRST
STAY RESERVED, NEVER JUDGE A MAN IF HE WASN'T WORSE,
NUMBER 2, NEVER TRUST A MAN IF HE DOESN'T CURSE.
KEEP THE SIDE EYE LIVE, QUESTION EVERY MOVE,
WHY YOU AIN'T UP ON YOUR MAN TALK? WHAT YOU TRYNA PROVE?
AND TO WHOM... WHO DO YOU CONSUME WITH THIS FRONT?
THATS THAT FUNNY MAN SHIT THAT THE CHURCH DON'T EVEN WANT.
HIT THIS MOTHERFUCKIN' BLUNT YO, STR8 TO THE FACE,
CHOKE A BITCH LAYER OFF THAT THROAT, YOU NEED SOME BASS.
IS PM DAWN IN THE PLACE? OFF THE STAGE, I'LL MUSH YA,
BERNIE MAC'S IN THE PLACE, TOLD YOU DO SOME PUSHUPS.
MAN REGARDLESS WHAT SIDE THE EXCEPTION TO THE RULES ON,
FOOLS COULDN'T FIT INSIDE MY SHOES WIT THEY SHOES ON.
TRUE SONG SPIT, TEND TO GET A BIT SKEPTIC,
WHEN FUCKS GET REPLACED WIT FRICK, SHITS PATHETIC.
WHERE THE REAL COWBOYS GONE? THERE'S A DROUGHT,
ALL THESE BROKEBACK BATTY BOYS, DAMN I LOST COUNT.
SEXUALITY ASIDE, IS Y'ALL FAGS OR WHAT?
YOUNGBLOODS NEED A STRONGER IMAGE, GRAB YA NUTS.
MAN UP

HOOK X2

CASE: 47, ARCHIVED, DOCUMENTED,
DARK TORTURE TABERNACLE, CAPTURED, LOCKED UP IN IT.
ORANGE CLOCKWORK TYPE DEVICE TO VICE AND PEEL YOUR EYES,
ON VIDEO OF ME SAYING "FUCK YOU" A MILLION TIMES.
DRILL YOUR MIND'S EYE WIT PROFANITY, BUT CREEPIER,
THE IMAGE SHIFTS FROM INVERT, BLACK/WHITE, TO SEPIA.
PROCEDURE URGING YOU TO HEED YOUR INVOLUNTARY NEED FOR,
EXPRESSING SOMETHING DEEPER, WIT FOUR GLYPHS,
YOU'RE GETTIN LOOSE, EFFECTS FROM THE OPIATES,
WANNA CALL ME NAMES? "MOTHERFUCKER" FITS APPROPRIATENESS.
NOW SAY IT BACK, ONCE AGAIN WIT SOME VIGOR,
IT'LL SOUND MORE CONVINCING AFTER MORE BEER AND CIGARETTES.
CHAINED BACK TO BACK, BACK TO BLAC-U-LUNG'S FLAT,
WHERE HE HIT YOU WIT THE BUBBA KUSH SACK, INHALE THAT.
THEN REALIZE YOU FELL FLAT WIT THE CENSORSHIP,
TALKING LIKE A BITCH, FUCK AROUND GET YOUR DENTURES SPLIT.
PARENTALS ADVISED IF I DIDNT SAY "FUCK YOU ",
SIDE EYES WEARY OF THE LIES, WHAT'S HE UP TO?
GUIDE-LINES MINE SCRIPTED FROM COUSIN'S VERSE,
CAUGHT WHEN IMPRESSIONABLE, TAUGHT DIFFERENT LESSONS FIRST.
Track Name: Given: Take
Two feet, sloppin’ through the crust,
Face flushed from activities, not to be discussed.
Bottom secret links trust and it just got compromised,
Must not harmonize envy with disgust.
Keep it hush, we back on our muddy writers,
Plus brand new Sperry Topsiders, y’all biters!
Lighters to the fuse of your obvious moves,
It blows up only for use that hobbyist choose.
This more of an implosion, governments closed in,
Coveted, holds like the supplements frozen.
None of its cold nor hot to the physics,
That’s balance, tightrope the yin-yang’s pivots.
More bitches than your website's visits,
Nah, that’s just rap shit, isn’t it? (it isn’t)
Given, the gift the keeps takin’ time,
While I’m makin’ a living, not fakin’ rhymes.

HOOK

Five times for your brain’s dead cell remains,
Gains on the level for your eardrums pains.
It's that cocaine piling, I’m still on ‘em, stylin’,
Playing maze games in the sane asylum.
File ‘em in the “done” folder, over,
Back on the liquor, more fucked up sober.
Drinks on us then rock shows in a zone,
If we're not chiefing blunts its bongloads to the dome.
Wizard piece stays bubbling and stinking,
Can’t tell if I’m levitating or these dudes shrinking.
Snott blocks ya shots from the skybox, highlights,
Of wax dabs in my night flight, made a wide right.
Over the Ox where everyone walks,
Wit the funk's bounce rhythm chops down in they socks.
They given, the gift that keeps takin’ time to perfect,
The rhymes will keep coming correct.
Track Name: Say Something
Vintage sickness, on a critic its relentless,
Logged into my shitlist.
Your scheduled interview could turn appointment to the dentist.
When I target your overbite,
Over writing over biting-ass motherfucks you're spotlighting.
Opinions ass-gasket, harassed as that shit pass through,
Over struck and them ducks getting gassed by you.
Then I hear that bullshit while I'm bent, cashew,
Fucking up my whole high like 'Who the fuck asked you?!'
But me? I'm never questioned on the throne he inhabits,
Get in my business and I'm lauching, fucking faggots.
Disregard any status minus savage,
Bottled up liquor and ganja in my baggage.
And all he had is incentive to engage,
The Zephyr reappears just to make the seasons change.
And whenever it range from deranged to pissed off,
Cut transmission to your Truman Show.
Playing God more and more as I get older,
My hands got too big for the PS3 controller.
Order codes ---- attack default to trig.
Swig, drag the cig, this wack button config! (rage quit)
Watch as he skids through the blocks for the cause,
Tagged himself The Wiz, OX not OZ.
Heavy word on the course, gots no boss,
Spammed up the twittersphere, hacked all the blogs.
Ahhh not ya'll again! Juggling some balls again,
Biased all opinion, mouth full of shit, collagen.
Nonsense, guess no point of pride left,
How to train your braggin'? Smack the dragon out your breath.

To be stuck in a lane where the energy's drained,
Roads paved our terrain to keep you fucks out the way.
They post up, suck the vibe, don't provide or contribute,
Not insinuating needs, but feeding off what we been through?
Nah, dont come to OX,
Camarillo sane clinics helps kids dropping E's,
And fucked up they brain wit it.
Can't see the sun from how thick the smog is laid,
You're getting even further at the bottom of the grade.