T.H.I.E.F.
by MOOSE x Sprinted Enthusiast
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The Kingdom feat. R3D
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Be A Man feat. KG
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Afternoon feat. EPonym
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Letter To Home
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T.H.I.E.F.
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released 29 February 2012
executive produced by: MOOSE
recorded in Las Vegas, NV
mix & mastering: MOOSE
executive produced by: MOOSE
recorded in Las Vegas, NV
mix & mastering: MOOSE
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- Track Name: The Kingdom feat. R3D
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[R3D]
Feeling like a militant takin over the government
Feeling like a soldier takin over the kingdom
Feeling like a normal nigga working at the mall
Feeling like a president figuring out the system
[SE]
You disappoint me, municipal three
I’m calling you out like you’re coming for me
Hungry for beef? Manwhich of you beasts
Planted on our planet an infested disease
You’ve gunned up the streets
Put war in my dreams, you whore in the sheets
I’m drained of my energy in the morning
Our national news is both dumb and boring
Pick a category...
We’re all being raised like the cattle who graze
On a battlefield of belligerent strays
From different, systemic, anorexic, dependent pencil-pushing messes
Positions which we are enslaved to the grave
(Endorsing the violence) I’m on autopilot
I can’t take the silence, they let us keep quite
When a silencer aims, it’ll calm us for days, are we on the same page?
If we feel there’s a riot up, bring the towels up
Waterboarding methods, we are unpleasantly tying up
No denying this, one more day shy from the sky crashing down on us
All are indebted to the ones we let rob from us
They took our jobs from us, hope to raise dollars up
There lies a problem, insert there, a comma but
This was a list so large, that it was racked on an Obamacus
We’ve got no more time left, our money all borrowed
In sorrow we learn that there is no tomorrow, fuck!
The butt of the joke, we smoke on the butt
Of a cancer stick, management!
Capitol Hill, faculty built with their hands in a pit
You pitiful snakes and arrogant pricks
Surpassing our power to slam on the breaks
Collect our money deposit in their banks
(Breaks) I’m sorry I can’t
[R3D]
[MOOSE]
MOOSE F Kennedy, leader of the free world
Rapping hard to free us, from Master Card and Visas
Free from all the lies that they telling through the media
I could free your mind, if I’m free to roll my weed up
Never say never man, yeah I told Selena
To get rid of Bieber getting in between us
If she ever let me, I could pop her fucking cherry
Promise that she won’t forget me, get her high of the sativa
I tell Miley come and re-up medicine
Every president had Monica’s and Marilyn’s
Down the street, man they built a Merrill Lynch
I burnt down, hope that they feel everything
The problem isnt government, neither is it Congress
Illuminati bullshit, or anything in office
The problem’s every Fortune 500 company
They tryna buy your soul, population control
Bury you alive til you six feet deep under me
I can’t fit my words into sixteen under G
So I’ma drop the drums, and kill the fucking beat
I know what I got to do, I feel it’s up to me
My whole life they lied to me
Tryna distract us with conspiracy theories, secret societies
That ain’t shit to all the truth that I’m tryna see
Cameras in my room so they can keep an eye on me
That’s why I tell you come and listen close to every song
Cause one day their gonna take away my letters home
But the music carries on when we forever gone
I’m a T.H.I.E.F. totally here in every form
You lose some, you win some
April 3rd is the day, we take back the kingdom
400 million people we gotta defend em
Screaming at the top of my lungs fuck the system
Words of wisdom - Track Name: Pine feat. JusBlue & Jeff Bernat
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[MOOSE Chorus]
That pine boy
Roll a heap of that pine boy
Put that weed up in your blunt, that's pure man
Put that CD on your tongue, yeah that's pure man
Put that weed up in your blunt, yeah I'm sure man
Yeah that's pure man
[Sprinted Enthusiast]
Yo, this thin ice and really cold air
I really am feeling quite bold here
I’m alongside those who feel alone
Confident on my own then
This shit just hits oh, so clear!
Stay tuned, it could really be a dope year
Waking up’s been so fulfillin…and the end feels close near
Mostly clear is how I clean my mind
Most clean’s when I clear my throat to these open times
I’m hoping my mindset doesn’t outweigh this smoke that blinds
You say it’d be best if I closed my blinds?
So clear, the bud’s what left it fried
You’re so deep you fear not to swim
Not the reaction of an optimist
Or one who only partially wins
God, these niggas just could not resist
Yeah, well…uh, mo’fuckas don’t know me
But…mo’fuckas wanna blow trees
This feeling’s important, the lush greenery is imported
Got different from all of my sources
Grant me more than
Not yet martyred, but overly awarded
We up in smoke like trees
Now we gotta wash away all the disease
We now how a generation, and man I hope they read
Can’t have any ifs, buts, or maybes
Just make life a little more crazy
Insane heights, we explore you’re crazy
By force pay me, hope yours ain’t free
My nigga I hope yours ain’t free
[MOOSE]
Riding as the plot thickens, bumping that John Lennon
Driving in John’s Lincoln, press box where they shot Lincoln
Presidential tint, rolling up that medicine
Posted on that grassy knoll, smoking Marilyn Monroe
Right on MLK, driving with Lorraine
James Earl Ray said he tryna cop an eighth
Look for the kid with the Malcolm’s on, 8 ball of that powder soft
Old enough for the alcohol, but sobered up just passes bongs
Reagan knew what the crack was for
So by any means, we tryna clean the streets
What you think I made this album for?
Just wanna kill time, just wanna relax and think of a rhyme
Don't really like sippin cause I get to trippin
My ninja just roll up a heap of that pine, boy
Buy a couple zips, four hundred legit
Only the purest shit, man you’ll never ever quit
Get you flying satellites, sell it to you half the price
They only push half as dank, my shit gotta bag it twice
Making love with your daughter playing Barry White
[JusBlue]
Listen up, I got that fire that u need
But they wanna shut me down, tryna get me off the streets
But my roots are too deep in the game
Want the best shit, nigga hit my name in ya iPhone
I've grown, from a seed to a full blown tree in a matter of minutes
And I'm in this so I could be everything you need in ya life
My dro will make you lean like Promethizine with the Sprite
See, I be pushin hard around the clock
Day N' Night
Niggas know I got that killa, it'll leave you feelin right
Like Mike, Air Jordan
Be prepared to take flight
Gettin caught up by those lights, that's on you,
Alright?
I'm not important
An no my weight is not imported
Ima homegrown nigga, flippin eighths, flippin quarters
But I'm showin no love to them niggas outta order
It's a cold, cold world, and I'm really takin notice to it
Risky business, so that's only why the boldest do it
It's all I got, so you know I put my soul into it
So gone is ya body and mind
An we havin one hell of a time that's...
Call me that anything you need supplier
Ol' school pusha man that's supa flyer
And I swore by any means I would get you higher
Than any other nigga that compare they shit to mine
Jus hit me on my cell if you wanna free ya mind
Bud broken down fine, mean I'm really on my grind
Say you lookin for me? I ain't really hard to find
No thanks, don't fuck wit the lines
In the cut wit a place to recline
I'm prolly jus chillin my nigga
While sippin some Lipton
An Rollin a heap of dat pine boy
[Jeff Bernat]
Roll a heap of that pine
Roll a heap of that pine
Roll a heap of that pine
Let me know whats on your mind
Relax, just take a puff, and talk to me
Post up a second and just roll it up
Let the flame just interact with Mary J
Anywhere theres a connection, any day or anytime
That'll take you to another a place - Track Name: Be A Man feat. KG
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[MOOSE Hook]
On sitas, sitas
Mamacita, cita
Give a good brain, I swear that she a genius, genius
Said she sick of dealing with all bitch ass men
Acting like divas, divas, damn
Homie just be a man, bro
Why you act like Mia Hamm though?
Put your shirt back on and be a man bro
[MOOSE]
I ain’t the type to wish she take care
So while she say goodbye
I ain’t the type to wish she stay here
I’m more the look her in the eye with a blank stare
Love is a game, and I learned never to play fair
I ain’t the type rhyme bitter, or stay with only one
I’m more the type to switch up
When all my nights are filled with shots of liquor
I split the swisher, dump the filler, replace with killer
Replace her with a lady who knows why I stay with her
Lord knows I been trying
But if I said I gave a fuck, lord knows I been lying
Got a bunch of teeny boppers saying that I embody them
When all I ever really want to do is body them
I take offense when they put me next to these YouTube rappers
I don’t even laugh at their booboo acting
Cause they know who’s acting and who ain’t rapping
I run over kids who play in traffic
I ain’t even dissing, but I ain’t really kidding
Cause to be honest I don’t pay attention
So that’s the end of that
I don’t care about views, Tumblr notes, subscribers, online friends you have
Real recognize real
Tryna be an underground king on my lean keep a Texas sized trill
Minus the purple drink, I’ma burn until it hurts to blink
And never give a fuck what you think
[SE]
I’m a blank canvas with an open mind and a focused grind
You must be totally blind, crossed the line, now hopeless to find
Another guy who’ll blow smoke high to the sky like I’m nowhere near down
Although that can be true, you just can’t hide behind the tears of a clown
How unfortunate that sources spit, that you act like a poor little shit
Gotta grow up now or never, had to be better than a Fortune 5th (500)
I was always told at a little age, that I should have kept all my thoughts closed in
But fuck that nonsense, I’m conscious of all the high scores I get
I’m a real nigga; you can see it in my eyes if we hold a conversation
Nothing about me is fake, except for the guys I am accidentally placed with
Too many niggas out here rejecting the lives of they future sons
Our sun ain’t gave up on us, what makes you think your shit’s done?
Look back on history, how it filter feeds all what we think we know
Only a man would get the epitome of how vividly we need to grow
So ignorant, so negligent, we heckle all of what is innocent
Tear down the trees, now I can’t breathe, now we all cease to exist
The universe is pushing me much harder than I’ve ever been pushed
More pressure on the brain as I strain harder than ever to read these books!
Literary compilations, close to annihilation in hieroglyphs!
Cultures worldwide open eyes together, could it be that we all resist?
I can’t help that I grew up poor, fuck it; I ain’t need to have more!
This of course was an act for those who had no one that’s what I had my fam for!
And although we don’t see eye to eye, and we pry damn near half the time
I’ve learned to be a gotdamn man with minimal resources and half the time!
[KG Chorus]
Why do they always, why do they always seem the same
They don't even have to change
But they always, why do they always seem so strange
Why do they always, why do they always
Need a drink to have some game
Boy, don't you know you have to grow to be a man - Track Name: It's What Happens feat. Lenon
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[MOOSE]
Guess who’s bizack?
Smelling green crack on my clothes
Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes
Getting money, blowing smoke man that’s all that I know
Guess I’m just another act in this reality show
Guess I gotta go convince you that there’s the more to the picture
That my habits as a rapper were from shit that I been through
From all that I live through, there is more to unveil
I got a story tell and a glory to sell
I’m the first my brothers hit up when they calling for bail
And I know its vice versa if I’m thrown in a cell
But two things I learned from my faggot pops lessons
Never go to jail and don't get no bitch pregnant
Well shit, my other brother got another on the way
And he taught me that I gotta look trouble in the face
He told me if God meant it, why would he regret it?
So now I’m Uncle MOOSiE man supporting forever
I won’t change the world
I’m just tryna to teach em that there’s more than getting money and fucking some girls
Not tryna to preach or be holier than thou
So until you try to learn I’ma smoke a half an ounce
Does that balance our shit out?
[SE]
If I’ve learned anything I my life it’s that I aim to please
Relaxing on the beach, my mental is trying to speak
High off of nature, she grants me a favor
Sunny days, greenhouse effect, the plants that I savor
I wake up in the abyss of all that’s missed
All I need’s a bong and a blitz to outweigh the laws of physics
We’re struggling to be productive of our environment
On higher and flier shit, more or less than a tyrant can depict (Bitch)
Here I are to discharge, sick bars
Mannerisms dispersed, telling pricks to get lost
We’re merciless to stress God, yet begging that we get ours
Mixed scars, tripped over a stripped cause, piss off
I don’t believe we’re brain dead since that’s what they said
I woke up early the next morning feeling humbled with greatness
Impatient, with the game, so I called its bluff
No more callous disagreements, nigga I’ve had enough!
Flu of the mind, migraines would leave me on the edge
Bluest weather the moon will shine and keep me stuck in bed
But I will stop at nothing to make sure that peace is gained
Bullet to the brain, they aim, hoping to restrain... me
[Lenon]
They say patience is a virtue, well patience is a virtue
Hate is often acquired from the people who always hurt you
And while it's tough to admit the shit that concerns you
How can u teach something, if u never learned to
The pursuit, of stability
Willingly, doing all I can, regardless if you feeling me
I feel the need, to kill the beat
Not cause I hope y'all hearin me
But because it's been the only time I've ever been real wit me
Ya see I'm tired of the fake shit
Mu flow got the same shit that a crack brownie is laced with
And I won't waste it, they hate me and I love it
And I'm no longer mellow I'm feelin like the nuggets
I trust this, but fuck the racial profiles
It's like I'm left wit no space like the songs of musiq soul child
The time is right
I think my girl now fucks with girls too cause all she ever says is bye
See I promise ima die cool
She begin for me now but didn't look at me in high school
But I feel like every days my birthday
If hip hop is dead to you, you wasn't alive in the first place - Track Name: Afternoon feat. EPonym
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[SE]
Forget this place of ignorance
Brown nosing bitches should wish to get a whiff of this
It’s 2:15, feels more like 4:20!
Heading to the kitchen. Must be on to something.
Inhale me,
As I recite this Invictus, bigots will change their perspectives
Of the female breed
Rolling up on the rooftop, not contemplating losses
From dirt wood floors, to resting on comfortable carpet
You could never pay me, enough of attention
Shout out to you niggas, inside it was tough to mention
I planted a seed so deep in your cranium
Germinate that bitch, preserve the Unobtainium
I’m an Enthusiast, I’m a lone stray
And now I’ve grown greyed out from them long days
This mental attitude, I made it to rattle you
Alphabetized, mathematically in an afternoon
[EPonym]
what lovely weather we been havin
daps to my fam n them cats clappin
early bird in the laboratory burnin the wax
both ends the action plus ends we stackin
holla wheres the king at? tell me whos askin
n who be… the most likely to murder up on a beat
n be the, immaculate pattern speakin emcee
here ye, from southern cali to the top o the peak
retreat to stars and suns, and the sticks on the drums
they love work
preach son, only what is practiced
get a casket you aint tryna see me on this rap shit
might find me kickin grass fixin the frame
paint the photo with that f 2 decimal 8
a lass up in the back of a lack… grippin ass
lickin til the lips smack, dab with the napkinss
beat it… like mj is stuck on these air waves
thats what i call a Tuesday
[MOOSE]
Driving home from work they aint pay me enough
So when they asking me stay I ain’t gave em a fuck
Either raise me a buck, or you just wasting you’re luck
I got the main squeeze texting me waiting to cut
Got my windows rolled down, the music is so loud
The 5-0 know that I’m Vegas as fuck
Cop Arizona teas, Trojans by the three
Plus my tank on E, I gotta pay at the pump
Yup, Circle K where I was
I see Metro tryna pull up, I’m here lay in the cut
Couple warrants on my car, I ain’t trippin at all
Tryna mind my damn biz, they ain’t getting involved
North Town where I’m headed, lay it down in her beddings
Couple of hours of wrestling then I’m headed for home
Spend the rest of my day at a studio session
I make money, make love, then make history lessons - Track Name: Letter To Home
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[SE Verse 1]
Speak up like I’m not saying enough
Simply put, is this not layman enough?
Erase all the gut feelings, do it naturally...how could I be making this up?
You want immediacy? Pay at the pump!
I’m investing in life if it pays me enough
My leniency overflown like a genius on congenial terms teeming the cup
I’m feeling like a King on my turf
You niggas feeling weak, I can see that it hurts
My thoughts and actions, caught in a whiplash
When I turn back and I see that it’s her
The reason that I wake up, the reasons that you break up
I owe it all to you, what’s more illogical is how we grew
And made us...
World famous, is how I wanna feel
Damn well knowing it could very well change us
Damn right, never have to exchange buts
If you want something, any store I will pay up
You invested in me
You’ll be feeling like more of a child again, Destiny.
I hope to change your world, thanks for accepting me
No really, thank you...
[MOOSE Chorus]
Here’s my letter to home
My letter to home
I wrote forever ago
I hope they get it at home
You know my love never gone
I promise I’ll come back soon
Until then I hope you write back too
Here’s my letter to you
[SE Verse 2]
Been a long damn road, I’ve been a handful too
I was able to carry you, through miscarriage, look what my hands can do!
I left to learn the ways of the world, deal with the hate of the world
And you stuck it out, somehow I’ve managed too
I know you’re upset, but you don’t see my success
I don’t need to be stressed; don’t ever allow me to repress
Let this be a thanks and praise, for my brothers and sisters, all who get me.
I’m willing to touch millions of lives, just hope individuals let me
Too much pain goes in this, how much more exposure grows with it?
You know this is dope as shit, your closure just roller-coasters it
Fuel me with your ignorance, ignore those fueled by your inner threats
No bigger exceptions, compliment the direction that we set
Reset the comments of regret
Get more than wee respect, we expect, definitely tears...
I’m not giving up, not here, not anywhere
Stop me here if you want, plot against what you hear if you want
But I’m ranked in front
Sprinting on, with no hit and runs
To follow such laws you shitted on
I’m moving forth, like the fifth is gone
I’m getting strong, you probably weak
Climbing up on that summit I’m sitting on...
No more downhills for me it’s gone
Cannot afford to lose when my first win is done
[MOOSE Chorus] - Track Name: T.H.I.E.F.
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[MOOSE Chorus 1]
(Don't you know that we thieves, don't you know it?)
(Yeah you know that we thieves, girl you know it)
And I ain't tryna be your man after all that you need
Girl you know it's real
Girl you know it's real
[MOOSE Verse]
Fuck it, you think that you living the fast life?
Man, have you been into that life?
Where you be hearing em laugh like
“You foreal? man you lack height, you aint shit when you grab mics”
Thinking it’s easy for us to rap right
Nah, you ain’t really about that life
Oh, you be thinking you hitting that right
My dude, where you figure she hit up last night?
Uh huh that’s right… yup that wife
You Win Some, You Lose Some, I figure that’s life
I win some, you lose some, I figure out like
I was a funk soul rock star in my past life
This is pre-conceived, this shit is pre-determined
We done pre-rehearsing, we are nearly perfect
Think about it, I am 20 years old
I got forever to go, but shit I’m already home, damn
[MOOSE Chorus 2]
(Don't you know that we thieves, don't you know it?)
(Yeah you know that we thieves, girl you know it)
And I ain't tryna even rap or just smoke me some weed
Girl you know it's real
Girl you know that we real baby
[SE Verse]
You’d think this is living the fast life, not like my past life
All our memory stored, thriving off of a flash drive
A man can only hope to get his cash right (in these times)
You gonna miss calling me a nigga
Especially when this little nigga done out did em!
How much more vile can I get
How many of ya’ll are like “I just won’t listen!”?
Well I don’t get you, and hell I never did
Ya’ll listen to me though, even with hesitance
I’m glad you at least try, let me pencil you in
How long you been here, how did you get there?
Too many questions from the crowd
Yet not enough chairs
Bring up more speculation, hope to raise up hairs
With my tomfoolery, I’m outdoing the whole, never will stop speaking what is
True to me
[MOOSE Chorus 2]
[MOOSE Chorus 1]
