1.Thinking Out Loud
2.Food For Mic Skills
Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on tracks with skate
kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind your melon for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate but I'll deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary
lacks the word losin'
Contusions are placed across the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A＆R's just to get their platinum chains and
cars,
I'ma keep on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a Philly
gets,
I've had enough of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased with violent
sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the
dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will burn and blister you boy
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't
necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Travis McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker
than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker than that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to hard to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness with an army of creeps,
Caffeine ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front hard like Charles
Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a
lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I make you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't
necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us？
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us？
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us？
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us？
GCH will make it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's hands clappin'？
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet
over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these lame
clich？s and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me？ I'll beat you to death with black
books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic？ You better hide
it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a star that just got his fame stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll leave your name swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll just get to the point first, cause frankly
You're shit is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't
necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
3.Oh My God
4.A Beautiful Day
Yo, My morning showers like a rebirth; reflections of the womb
Crazy sentimental floatin' in lukewarm placental
Now I chop a burden on the sink trying not to think about what
Lies before me but the sun just reassured me that
Everythings gonna be allright, the last thing on my mind is
tonight
Its like a sintch and getting Zestfully clean not to mention
Scrub my ass and armpits for a bit and then I split over to the
mirror
Wipe the dew to make my vision clearer
Then I moisturize my face with some aloe Vera
This is that type of day cause I can feel it that
You ain't letting bad vibes invade your spirit
Anyway it's time to get the breath right
So I grab the Crest and toothbrush, circular motions to the
left, right
Just enough to see the teeth sparkle a bit
I fill my grill with Listerine and then it's gargle, gargle,
spit
And now that's good hygiene, you know what I mean？
And my mouths the definition of so fresh and so clean (clean)
I feel it's only right, since my words all I got
And nobody wants to listen when your breath is hot
But that's a story in itself so I head to my bedroom
Throw on some drawers and pick out a costume
I think ill rock these blue jeans and this tee shirt
And whats a little polo sport gonna hurt？
C'mon
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your
spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It's like I'm right back in my momma's womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
Shall I continue where I left off？
I'm feelin' kinda lovely but my
Tummy is growlin' so I'm feeling kinda hungry
So I hit the kitchen and I'm wishin' there's some food in sight
What do ya know？ I got that Cinnamon Life
And now I'm real happy, fill my salad bowl up with cereal
To my surprise it's Jackson Five up on the stereo
I turn it up my words can't describe my reaction to
Wakin' up and listening to prepubescent Michael Jackson
Open up the Frigidair what do we have here？
Seems like just enough milk to fill my morning craving
Peep out the window just to see if Izzy is misbehaving
He's staring at me with a grin like 'Yo, let me in man!'
So I begin to fill his dish with Kibbles N' Bits
Let him in so he can eat, and I'm eating my shit
So now we both full and well fed
Happier than that fat rat Templeton from Charlotte's Web
And now its time to get our walk on
Izzy can get his bark on
It's a beautiful day maybe we'll get our state park on
I know the lake is at its finest (you better take afvantage)
I'll grab my backpack, this leash, and maybe make a sandwich
I better grab my ghetto blaster and a few tapes,
A thurmos full of water and a bag of fresh grapes
Some more tapes cause you know that music comes first
And what's a little Jackson Five gonna hurt？
C'mon
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your
spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It's like I'm right back in my momma's womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your
spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It's like I'm right back in my momma's womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
5.Extra Extra
Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt,
Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work,
Eventually I'll master the craft and sit back, grab the phone
and tell the boss to kiss my ass,
You won't see me in the mornin', 8 o'clock on the button,
I'll be on the lake fishin', blazin' fire with my cousin,
(THAT'S IT) As I become one with the fish,
Collect my thoughts for a bit until I'm ready to spit,
Pick up my celly and shit, then proceed to hit up my kids
and connect 'em voice dialed through sprint, I tell 'em meet me
at the spot with some hot ish,
They say 'Jimmy you got lyrics？', SON I GOT THIS!!
Continuously the past two days kid I been writin',
Had to polish my game to make the stage show excitin',
It's frightenin', while y'all hang loose we keep it tightened,
Y'all talk like thunder, we show and prove like lightnin' ,
Aight then, why you always hatin' on me？
I'm doin' my thing on stage, I make the crowds move for free,
I ain't getting' paid nothin', so why you frontin'？
With all that hard talkin' you're about to start something
You don't really wanna get into,
I'll disassemble your nose, and possibly puncture a lung too,
With a one then a two combination you're through,
Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit,
(SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess the
skills
To rip mic's, when I'm sober, when I'm schwilled I keep it real,
With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill,
Like Hyundai cause I Accel,
Whack competitors get whaced if their style's an act,
It's been a long time but I'm back on the GCH track,
I speak on fact while most of y'all cat's be preachin' fiction,
The way you rhyme and live in life's a contradiction,
You need to listen closely to the words I speak,
Also get accustomed used to the word defeat,
Bless beats like a Roman priest from dusk 'til dawn,
My written flow be holy water, I spray shit 'til your gone...
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Ring the alarm, cause Travie Won is shining,
Ring the alarm, cause I've begun refining,
Ring the alarm, cause GCH is coming,
Ring the alarm, and hear the drummer drumming,
Ring Ring the alarm, bring it back to react and respond,
I'll Pierce your teflon vest with Double O's like James Bond,
Me say 'Mon, it be no problem', like a Jamaican,
You ought never to try and compare this to you because you
fakin'
(BUM-BA-CLAHT) You must have been so severely mistaken,
If Hip-Hop today's a yard full of leaves, its time for rakin',
Ain't no time for playin', pay attention to these words I'm
sayin',
Cause these might be the feet which to whom you will be prayin',
Verbal slayin', the last be first, first shall be last,
In like 2 point 5 I get medieval on your ass,
Play on the grass, but you know you're bound to step in doo-doo,
Never no need to front, cause we don't be frontin' like you do,
On some real shit, you don't wanna do nothin' now do you？
So screw you, we're true warriors like Shaka Zulu,
With that juice, not like Tupac's Bishop but Desmond Tutu,
And there you have it, most of y'all be quick to speak on
Travis,
Not even knowin' the full capabilities of his madness,
You thought you had this, when you can't even come near me,
In fact just you thinking that shit is kinda scary,
I'm leavin' heads Gratefully Dead like Jerry.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Everything's in the process, mad stress no rest,
You could test but you'll never ever penetrate this lyrical
crest,
I'm armor, you'll get slapped with this fat rosey palm,
Ask your mama, about that last soap opera drama,
Son I'm wicked, do you want a first class ticket,
To a beatin', show your ass and I'm inclined to kick it,
Keep it real, that's just another bum ass deal,
Sometimes I feel it makes me get a little crazy like seal,
But I'm survivin', ain't drivin' cause I just got my license,
All I got to my name is lint, a Herkimer diamond, and 79 cents,
And a mountain bike that's just about as broke as my pockets,
I'm broke to the point that I'm about to pull my own eye
sockets,
But there's more to life than just them new Jordan's, and right
now
I'm rockin' anything my Dad's affordin', I come complete
Whole like Vitamin D, while cat's just Skim the surface,
If 2% is real the other 98 is nervous,
Open your eyes, take off them shades you ain't the secret
service,
Don't be surprised, realize that 'No disguise' can hide your
worthless,
I've tried and cried a million times to find my sole purpose,
I've tried and cried a million times to find my soul purpose.
6.Crab Apple Kids
7.Happy Little Trees
8.How It Was
9.Noah
10.This Thing Called Life
11.Eighty-five
It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his
prime,
It's like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm sweatin' bullets,
see the plug but I can't pull it,
This belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against these ropes,
and ain't no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' clocks is chasin',
got me dodgin' obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm livin' lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love me,
There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate time put before me,
They say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is racin'？
Put yourself in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right through time's
abyss,
And start to see visions,
memories you really miss, simple things,
Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend,
Your first love,
Your first French kiss,
Your first time feeling hate,
The first time you got dissed,
Your first day of school,
Your very first college class,
Your first time touchin' titties,
First time you got ass,
Your first time learnin' wrong from right,
First lonely night,
The first time you got your ass whooped in
Your first real fight,
Your first triple-double dare,
Your first pubic hair,
Your first time watchin' Jason,
Your first nightmare,
That's when you realize that time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why ain't life fair？',
You get closer to the bottom,
see the end of your line,
Your first time ever losin' this battle with time,
But right before you meet your death,
one more memory left,
The only one that's obsolete was your first breath,
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest
shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the
illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan
with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I
got is eighty-five.
A clock can kill motivation,
that's why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own time？
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I never grow up,
my mind is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned this grown-up shit is for the birds,
So pass the skittles,
JuJu Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm livin' happily. So why you mad at me？
Cause your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they could
ever say,
Forever playin' video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm young at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the movie big？
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in
my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
Your mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get
the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them thoughts out your
head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I relate wit',
But if it comes down to it,
to deal with cat's that I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest
shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the
illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan
with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I
got is eighty-five
12.Wejusfreestylin
13.Pig Latin
14.Eighty-five Sie One Remix
15.Hey Mina
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