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Light Polution

from Back Up, Black Out by E. Oks

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[Intro: Falling asleep]

[First Dream – E. Oks]
Now right before I walk out
And the whole crowd goes crazy,
I’m chilling backstage with a few chicks,
One of which is my lady,
Telling me that I’ma do sick
Cause my music’s so wavy,
(E. Oks) “But what if I were to loose it,
my mood’s shifting daily,”
She said, “Chill, don’t worry ‘bout shit like that,
You freestyled a show,
You surely gone’ spit tight rap.”
And I said, “Na, you don’t really know that
Stop acting like you do!
Man, fuck, can someone get me
Some grass to lighten my mood?”
She said, “Wow what happened
To don’t give a fuck and let go?
Evan at the end of this
There’s nothing you know?”
(E. Oks) “But what if the man with
The drum in his hand has trouble with flow?
Or something don’t go
According to plan and the trumpetest man
Is speeding it up? Or someone is slow?
Or what if the man who is strumming his hand – ”
(Her) “Only plays half of the chord?
Evan, listen, I can’t deal with your nagging no more.
Every since you dropped that mixtape for ‘shit’s sake’
Your ass has been sore,
Plus you ain’t really been rapping at all,
Just ragging on rappers…or bragging.
Yapping your trap about going platinum
When your track hits the stores and
I like the Evan who likes to laugh when he’s bored…”
I gasped, ‘cause I had just asked what passion is for,
And I could hear them rustling now,
Only a curtain ‘tween us and the crowd,
Hundreds of people that love to get loud,
Jumping so high they got stuck in a cloud,
From where they shouted,
“It don’t matter no more!”
So I hopped on stage
As the crowd splashed on the floor…

[Second Dream]
I wanna be the type of famous
Where everyone in the crowd has their camera out
Adjusting its position, lens blocking their vision,
So no one would really listen as I ran my mouth,
And after when I asked em what I jammed about?
They be scratchin on they head to get the dandruff out,
But hey, dried up, flakey’s what they’re used to,
Trade me, for HD in the future,
But I bet a billion bucks,
When they blast it for their buds,
They see what they used to:
A little bit of me and a lotta bit of them, word,
That’s your model citazen-ship-wreck,
Bitch, yes, I’da been offended
But I often sit the Zen temples out of business,
So I know not to put up a down payment on the rental of a slit wrist,
That’s the reason I got everyone of my Ego stencils on a hit list.
Word, I got many of them, plenty are dead,
But I still got plenty to come
So ready the rum and steady the drum,
I’m ready to gun down the one who’ll out confetti the Sun.
Son, see, even if I jam for the crowd
With big speakers booming your camera’s too loud
So put ‘em down. Leave the future behind.
And fall face flat into the music of rhyme
Then say what up and give a dap to the dude by your side…
Word up. Like that.
That just happened, there’s absolutely nothing
You can do to rewind, we’re moving through time,
Sun waves booming as we’re pursuing smooth grooves to unwind,
Some waves to listen to as we just float back,
So when this is done don’t clap, just move with your mind.

credits

from Back Up, Black Out, released August 26, 2013
Lyrics (written & performed) - E. Oks
Tap Dancer - Jason Reitman
Pianist - Sam Friedman
Bassist - Sam Friedman
Beat Box - E. Oks

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