The Boiler Room, by Jarv & Thief (2024)

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Sittin' in The Boiler Room x4Come down to The Boiler RoomC'monTake a step into The Boiler RoomThat's right x4Vibe to the rhythm and the soundSoundNod to the kick, get downDownThief on the beat, makin' poundPoundLive from The Boiler Room under the groundGround x2Come down to The Boiler RoomC'monTake a step into The Boiler RoomThat's right x4As the pen strokes move freely, Yet in sync with the rhythm provided by ThiefofBaghdad,The eyes roll back in the head and the soul controls the movementSo put down the phones, open your eyes, ears and mindsAnd listenWelcome to The Boiler Room

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Everybody rappin' like it's a commercialEverybody rappin' like it's a commercialEverybody rappin' like it's a commercialActin' like life is a big commercial x2Introducing the uncoordinated Bruce Lee-Jarv, retard on tracks, by ThiefofBaghdad from New Zea-Landing on branches like Leo in The RevenantWhile rappers get branded, I stay contractually hesitant Standing on my own two, dismantle a pansy- thrown throughpaneling of fake wood, I'm hotter than rockin' snow suitsIn July or August, gotta' teach 'em- taught 'em raw sh*t Temperature will be goin up Hotter than any dumb hoe with some large tit*Grab 'em, ahh, motorboat (brrrr) slap 'emNot the tit*, the rappers braggin' about their massive lack of talent Riding on a hover board, elastic ankle slouch pants Smedium shirts and snap backs, doin' the dab danceHow much were the shoes that your parents bought you? Haven't worked a day in your life, it's so ironic you're a toolman, who you trying to impress? Have you not a shred of virtue?Actin' like life is a big commercialEverybody rappin' like it's a commercialEverybody rappin' like it's a commercialEverybody rappin' like it's a commercialActin' like life is a big commercial x2Act now and we'll throw in an extra set for freeCall the number on your screen and buy my sh*tty CDGrab your fire suits because this mixtape's fuego, Act now and you'll receive a stale everything bagel Taste-testers open up your mouths real wideWe've got a little something that we wanna put inside It's great for all occasions, especially college parties Best enjoyed while you're chompin' off your tongue rollin' on Molly Get your glow sticks ready, autotune comin' at ya'BaalooaaloooaalooaaloooWho's your new favorite rapper?Give me all your money, invest in my clothing line Fashion over rapping, in my skirt I'm feeling so divine I made it, thanks to all of the kids who donatedI'm poppin bottles, sippin' syrup, gettin' so faded I'm famous- most played on your little sister's playlistMy listeners are dumb and they're easily persuadedMan, f*ck that- You suck and you're only getting worse, dudeThief and I will break down walls, bomb and then burst throughBother and hurt, vomit and purge on your purse, dude You're actin' like life is a big commercialEverybody rappin' like it's a commercialEverybody rappin' like it's a commercialEverybody rappin' like it's a commercialActin' like life is a big commercial Actin' like life is a big commercial x4

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It all comes together, man- it feels so perfectSaturday, kickin’ back, sittin’ on the surface Worthless? Never that- do yourself a service, Man- come on, get down to the earth tip70 degrees under evergreen trees, at the park till darkEvery evening street shredding, Nahte got the Cavillac readyTribe Called Quest, Beck - Beercan steadyGot a betty on my side, backseat when I ride with the homies Ain't no surprise the guys know me Typical Jarv, Deuce Bigalow goes hard with a so-so hoe Gettin’ dome, drinkin' 40sCops roll by while I powerslide hillsThey hate my skills, I love cheap thrillsI go wild in the streets, runnin’ up until-The homies hit me up to chillHey, it's the same ol’ sameWalkin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rainI got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skinFeel the funk and let the fun beginHey, it's the same ol’ sameSkatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rainI got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skinFeel the funk and let the fun beginGot my hair in a bun like Samurai JackHot yoga in the park, ooooh, would ya’ look at thatFeel the breeze, life is such a beautiful thingI find a quiet ol' tree and take a napAhhh, how lovely, livin like a sundae with nutsYeah, I'm nuckin’ futs- tell me that ya’ love meHoney, let’s go and take a dip Sun-bleached hair, with the bubblegum hipsAhhh, get a grip Jarv- can't get this hardRockin’ gym shorts, swimmin’ with this broad Good god, gotta stop lookin’ at the bodOr homegirl gon’ tell Jarv to get goneRope-swing, hoping to see the ravine You’ve been my dream ever since I was a pre-teen fiendFantasy may be happening or so it seems,“What do ya’ say we go and get a bite to eat, huh?”Hey, it's the same ol’ sameWalkin’ 'round town, it ain't gon’ rainI got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skinFeel the funk and let the fun beginHey, it's the same ol’ sameSkatin’ ‘round town, it ain't gon’ rainI got sunshine sittin’ on top of the skinFeel the funk and let the fun beginI don't wanna grow up, No, I don't wanna get oldI don't wanna do what I'm told x4Hot yoga in the park x8Yoga pant booty-bootiful, I'm a fool for you baby boo, Hello, how do you do?I am not the man, but I will treat you like a womanNumber 1, you will never be number 2You’re definitely divinity, Let me buy you dinnerTo you, I promise- I will always be trueAfter dinner we can head back to your pad and I will do whatever you want me to doWho am I? Another stupid guy who would try to to get in your pants and wave goodbye? Oh my, I never wouldI never could even begin to imagine leavin’ you defeatedI mean it, better believe it Heated up a little candle wax, drip it on my backOoh, ahh, you a freak and I like that We hit the sheets, then I hit the streets And skate down to the station for a night-capHey, it's quite alrightOut goes the day and in comes the night With the moonlight gleamin’ on the side of her butt I love life, man- aww shucks x2

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Dead man buried in the basem*nt Basem*ntGold-plated spinners on my spaceshipSpaceshipSharper than the scaler that they scrape withWhen you're at the dentist and they steady hatin'What?Man, whatchu you talkin' about, my dentist is amazin'Why you talkin' 'bout the dentist in the first place, man?I dunno, I'm just a little frustratedSittin' in the waiting room, gettin' sick of waitin'Space the umff out, 'till I'm thinkin' about the placement of waiting room chairs and the places that they're placed inPickin' out the toys, if I was younger, I would play withBut I'm no longer a boy, docile, complacent What a nice place, cleanliness, organization Excluding the crooked plaques, making me insane, sh*tto the right of them, sittin' a pretty paintin'This one is level, it is properly situated Posted in my chair, yes- I'm sittin' in my stationWhat's takin' 'em so long, man- I'm gettin anxiousJust as I'm thinkin' all about evacuationThe nurse walks in and she calls out, "Nathan"Dead man buried in the basem*nt Basem*ntGold-plated spinners on my spaceshipSpaceshipSharper than the scaler that they scrape withWhen you're at the dentist and they steady hatin'What? x2Now I'm sitting in my chair with a hat on my hairSunglasses on my face and a dead man's stare At the light right in front of the teethPearly white like a light bright device type-machineNow I'm waitin' once again and I'm lookin' outside At a basketball court and an overcast sky And nobody around save the cars in the lot And the freeway through the trees way out past the parkHygienist walked in with a tone I could tellSaid, "Nathan, it'll be a couple" Oh, what the hellNow I shift my focus to the window itselfTissues, a fan and some books on the shelfAbsolute Beginner's Guide to the Bible And World History are among some of the titles 120 Banned books, wonder how many I knowIt's only 10 in the morning and yo, I'm bored out of my mind broM.C. Escher, that's the one I'd like to readAt least I know it has some pictures I would like to see Pamphlets on the right that might not apply to meBite Soft and Straight Talk About Crooked TeethThe dentist comes back, to scrape upon the plaque I'm uncomfortable, burdened by the sweat upon my backI hate the feeling and sound of them peeling through my mouth I got a cavity? I'm glad, good B Y E See y'all around G'byeDead man buried in the basem*nt Basem*ntGold-plated spinners on my spaceshipSpaceshipSharper than the scaler that they scrape withWhen you're at the dentist and they steady hatin'What? x2I'm steady flossinI'm steady flossinI'm steady flossinOrally awesome x2

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I woke up in a wreck on somebody's back deck I stumbled down the street- beer and weed on my breath"What happened?" is the only question I could fathom askingAs a stumbled in to vomit in the gas station bathroomCrusted in my mustache- I must ask the cashier Where I can find a trash bin to throw this condom wrapper inLeast there's a possibility I wore oneWho's the lucky lady? What may Natey have contracted?As I leave, I'm trying desperately To unweave this tapestry and pick up every last puzzle pieceBut I can't do it, I'm ruined and I cannot reassemble I blame it on the pain in my templeI've been to the bottom and here I am again I gotta find my car and I gotta find my friends I feel like sh*t, man- I feel so aloneI got high last night and I didn't go homeI'm tryina think back to the beginning of the benderThe last I remember was Sam the bartender Trek down the street through 90 degree weatherSkin color- green, I should be on a stretcher Walkin' down Mainstreet, a car pulls upPizza face baby weighed about 3 bucks"I had fun last night, you got my number, hit me up"I looked her in the eyes and I replied like, "yup." I make it to the the bar- find my car is parkedThe only problem is, I don't know where the keys areRETARD I would to call a homie, but hey- wouldn'tcha knowThe phone in my pocket could desperately use a recharge I step into the bar and ask if I can use the phoneThey were like, "Nate, after we cut you off- where did you go?"Uuugh, man- I really wish I knew, but I don't All I know is I got high and I didn't go home"I called up Teece, I was like, "Ayy, wassupI'm hungover at the station, please come pick me upMy car's out front, but I can't find the keys"He was like, "Dude I took 'em- remember? You tried to leave""Well, dude- you couldn't gimme a ride?""Man, I tried, but you left with that fat chick, insisting that you were fine"NooooGod whyf*ck meI ran outside and dry-heaved in the street Who coulda seen? I hope nobody knows I'm beginning to think that I'm outta controlI oughtta get it together but I know that I won'tThat's the way the cookie crumbles, that's life- I suppose So there I sit, basking in shame'Till Teece pulled up and he laughed in my face He handed me my keys, "Hey, thanks- I gotta goI got high last night and it's time to go home"I'll wake up in a fog- god dang, good godI'll put it all together like "oh-lawd"I hardly ever smoke, it's a fact that I drinkPut 'em both together, I'll be yackin' in a sink x2.5

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Sometime, when the sun riseYou gon' shine x8Everything is alrightEverything is all goodEverything is alright, now Everything is all goodEverything is alright Everything is all good x2Kick it the backyard or somethin'Back on the grass, birds chirpin' and bees buzzin'Power to the few who do the do in the noon sunFlowers in bloom, the moods boost when the crew come Enlightenment means- fightin'll cease when the day hitsVitamin D invitin' me up out my basem*nt Make it whatcha want it to be, I'll make it workI go with the flow, I throw my soul over the wordsAnd I like itI'm havin' a ball, havin' a blast Man, I might get-Wild for y'all over the Jazz Outta sight with this tight sh*t, sweeter than Mike and IkeWith pizazz, Relax-I'm quite nice with the mic Can you dig it, dude?That's good 'cause we can dig it tooThief and I got various styles for you to get intoListen to the the lyric, bob along to the beatDon't sweat the minuscule, keep this song on repeatSometime, when the sun riseYou gon' shine x8When the time is right, we'll all shine brightFindin' the rhythm and the rhyme to life inside sunlight Aligning all that is outta place, I can already validate That I'm able to adjust and acclimate my eyesight And you can too, no jokin', just gotta keep 'em open Don't allow the rain showers to get your favorite towel thrown inJust put on your rain coat and wait for the storm to passRaise the umbrella 'cause when the clouds part, you'll be warm at lastUnderneath a clear blue sky with my friendsIs how I'm tryina spend my time till my end Vibe to the rhythm, write rhymes with the penKeep my eyes on the future and I'll ride with the wind It's amazin' when the rays hit the skin and warm the mind I say this, the day is yours, ours and mine It's time to come together, time to open up the blinds We can all grow, at least we gotta try Sometime, when the sun riseYou gon' shine x8Everything is alrightEverything is all goodEverything is alright, nowEverything is all goodEverything is alrightEverything is all good x2

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Rock the rhythm, move your feet Everybody gettin' loose to the boogety-beatBe free to the kick, high-hat and snare Discrete, slow, fast or flareTake care of yourself, don't push too hardDon't get stuck, baby- gotta be smartLet it come natural Whether mellow or fast Ya' gotta match the pace About face with the fashion Action, never passin' out, smash and dash And when the beat drop, collapseInto the vibe intermittent With the rhymes that I'm kickin'Lifetimes symbolized by the high-hat tickin' Get it, got it, goodUnderstood what it gotta be Not a comedy, on an odyssey With a bundle of bottom feedin' Poverty stricken people bodily wobblin' Wantin' to find a better day With melodic equality Promising nothing Gotta blend in-To flow of the river comin' 'round the bend I can, I kick my steps- I jamAll alone with a head full of friends You bend to the rules, I bend to the beat I've been extending a dead end streetRain falls a drizzle Makin' ripples in the creek Keep movin' as one And the cycle don't ceaseBe free to do Be free to be- youDo whatever you see fit, kid- breath Sigh of relief, yeah, a breath of fresh Keep it movin' to the rhythm Till you learn the stepsLeft to right, now right to left Spin like a cyclone, break ya' neckDon't look at your feet Ya' gotta keep lookin' forwardThe dance of life has no endMove your feetFree your soul Speak your peace And free your soulMust adhereTo the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete controlMove your feetFree your soul Speak your peace And free your soulWe must adhereTo the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete controlNo end in sightI speak, I write Part of a cycle- Spark in the night Found my rhythm when I was just a pre-teenGotta f*ck the scene up and show my light My life is this, my life is that A bit of bluesA little jazz A boom and a bap, fact isDoing it, ruinin' cats, Fuming in fact, grabbin' ahold of the rhythm And I never lose trackPoetic inevitability is livin' within me Infinity- finishin' anybody with a simile I really be feelin' an innovative bit of energy, I dare anybody to Kick a rhyme in my vicinity I'm witty with it, really killin' All of my shows I suppose you don't know Well, I guess I gotta showYou how the f*ck it goesAlright, I speak, write, read, I flowMove your feetFree your soul Speak your peace And free your soulMust adhereTo the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete controlMove your feetFree your soul Speak your peace And free your soulWe must adhereTo the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete control x2Rock with it, rock with itNon-stop with itClock tic-tocs-I'm still on top with itWatch it when I kick it up A couple f*ckin' notchesStop in and you'll find that I be killin' all the gossip Destiny That's a real big word Testin' meRest in peace to the herbsI merged with the force When I came to the forkThe river took hold and I lost all formIt set my courseNow I got a path For the back and the forthNever givin' in until I master the swordAnd I'm heard from the west-to the south- to the northContort it with a white cap In event of an emergency I'm sure to be murderin'Any hurdle inadvertentlyDrowning? I'm never bound to be bringin' it downI'll be found flowin' on the surfacePermanentlyMove your feetFree your soul Speak your peace And free your soulMust adhereTo the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete controlMove your feetFree your soul Speak your peace And free your soulWe must adhereTo the rhythm of life The beat maintains complete control x2

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One month ago a hun done approached After one of my shows, said she funked with the flow"Why, thanks""No problem, your rhymes are phatNice to meet you, I'm Jasmine- my friends call me Jazz""Wow, that's real cool, yeah- I'm Jarv, it's a pleasure""I know that already" "Pshh, c'mon, yeah whateverDon't butter me up"She said, "I would if I couldYou wanna get a drink""Yeah, we probly should"She got a mixed drink, I got a beerShe whispered in my ear, "Wanna disappear dear?Got a house down the street, you can see it from here"She downed her drink, took my hand and steered With each step down the sidewalk, I felt the glow growFeelin' in the chest, I could never let goI felt the skin and I stroked with the thumb It's been a long time since I was in loveMight sound dumb, but it might be trueTook so long to finally find youWe arrived at her place, her eyes and her face shined brightWe're climbin' the staircase to her roomThen we entered and I sat upon her bedShe pushed me back, you know what happened nextNo one in the past came close, comparedTo the light of the moon on her hairI'm so serious, she got me delirious Long brown hair and the scent of spearmint I fear for the day when she leaves my sideReminded of a Futawn line, I tried to contain myselfBut any attempt would fall through cracks When her red silk voice spoke volumes I call you Jazz, I call you the oneJazz, you so bad, I'm stunnedYou a bad womanYou a bad womanYou a bad woman I got it bad x2Called you last night, it was late, I know Felt the ring pulsatin' the pain in the domeAs I lie in my bed, with my eyes on the ceiling If you ain't home, then where the hell'd you goIt's been a month, I know it ain't that longBut I can't think straight and I can't write songsGive me a call, Jazz- I just wanna talkAnd hear that red silk voice tell me what went wrongI know that night mighta been unplannedBut it felt too right for a one night stand Feelin' in the gut, can't stand, can't breathTake a step outside and everything I see is-YouFrom the cloud to the grassThe one time I wasn't tryina pound it and passI'd been lookin' for love and thought I found it at last What I found was a frown and a flaskI'm a mess, feelin' helpless, swore we connected The more that I felt it, the further I fell inClutched by the grasp of Jazz the bad womanNow I'm askin' myself what I'm doinThis ain't like me, but girl- your boy's frailI'm callin' your phone just to hear the voicemailAs the red silk voice turns to black velvet My heart breaks and I can't help itIt's all over, I'm so hopelessThought you completed me, now you're leavin' me broken Howl at the moon like a lone wolf, bruisin' my soul tookYou could never undo, true that I'm so shook Whatever, I guess it was never destined to beAnd it'll be testin me until I'm restin' in peace I promise this call will be the last one Jazz, you so bad- I'm doneYou a bad womanYou a bad womanYou a bad woman I got it bad x2

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AloneCaught up in the mix of an unknown cityYet it all felt vaguely familiar As though he’d been there a past life, or in a dreamHe wanders aimless Set adrift from the bus stop Amongst traffic lights and copsThe sound and lights hit his face like waves He remains unphased, navigating alleywaysWith a strange sense of recollection As he enters the great divide Between two scrapers of skyA cold wind rips through his clothin’ And brings a tear to his eyeFrozen, he shivers from the bitter cold windAs he pulls his jacket tight and his hood low,Tugging at the drawstringHe heads for the closest bar and takes a seatOrders up a cold one and somethin hot to eatHe takes out a book of poems and begins to readBut with his old eyes and with that dull light, it’s easier to look at that mirror and thinkA lone traveler, an artistLookin’ for life, love and happiness In a glass half-full of hardshipAnd with the words “love and loss”Inscribed inside his mind, he sighs deepClosin’ his eyes, all he really needs is sleepHe awoke, noticing the chick on his left, two seats downCouldn’t be anymore’n 22 at a New York bar, no one aroundSomethin’ about the scene was so profound Yeah, he saw the beauty in the truly broke and low-down“Hello” he says, “what’s your story” The chick looked over and said“I was on my way to Burma-Shave, I just stopped to get some rest”Not wanting to test the patience of this girl he just metHe looked back into the mirror, when she looked over and said,“You from around here?”“Naw, it’s my first day” the man replied“I just arrived on the greyhound and I’m only stayin’ one night”“Oh, that’s cool. You here for any particular reason?”“Not really, I just wanted get away-Change the scene, catch the breathing”“Yeah, I know the feelin’ When you just gotta do some soul-searchin’, it’s so urgentYou gotta purge- search Earth for the worth in personI can assume, as you get older- it only worsens‘Cause every passing day, I feel the erosion from the whirlwind”Ya' know at first the man was taken back by that response He just couldn’t figure out why, It was kinda like this chick had read his mindIt seemed apparent they shared some sort of other-worldly bondHe couldn’t put his finger onAlmost like they had met at one timeAnd so he studied her every move, looks, dialect and attitudeKept asking her questions- grillin’ her, feelin’ her vibe and mood“Who are you? What’s your story? Where you from? What do you do?”“I’m a writer with a vision on a mission to find the truth”Replied the chick with perfect diction while she scribbled on a napkinThe man was so distracted by everything that was happenin’He didn’t catch the words, but when he looked he could see three‘Cept it was too dark in the room and far away for him to readShe handed the man the pen, demandin’ the man’s attention- Said, “Nathan, I know you know me- and you know we’ll meet again”Like that the girl was gone, the man woke up, pen in his palmsTo his left; a napkin, he read it- "Love and loss"When you’re out on your ownAnd you’re travelin’ a road And you’re never gonna stopNever gonna go homeNo home, not anymoreYou ain’t got nowhere to goYou ain’t got no one to hold; Love and lossYou look into a pastThat is shattered and crackedScatterin’ years, laughs,Tears and fears and no cashToe-back, shoe-lace ripped, Brain snapped at stem Flash back to the when; Love and lossHold back, no, hold tightThe slow draft, the cold nightThe show might not proceedUnknown flight- meet your needsThe foresight cannot see The light at the end of the tunnelTroubled, under-Love and lossThe lonely one, the only oneWho seemed to hold and mend Was gone a long time agoI know, I can see you hold it inAnd now you’re wishing you could Befriend the breeze and the windMan, you had that dream again; Love and loss

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I'm going hungry Grab the microphone and spit the bungee- Chord flow, contort and control the countryNot a lot of proceeding with portions that they brung meSo I'm treatin weak MCs as a substitute for lunch meatThe problem is- the time that I'm squanderingPondering rhymes, fondeling dimes Not trying to get a job again I wanna stop until l I start feeling properly confident Stomping sense into martyrs, using their blood as a condiment I wander in a state of oblivion Livid, livin' in a schism landscapeYou better not get in this man's face Trainin' his way to becomin' incredible When will it happen? I can't sayPay him for his damn tape, put fame on this man's plate No matter the case- nobody could makeNathan overlook his morals or forfeit or break Buckle or bendf*ck it, I've been bucklin' down Hearin' em chucklin' until I give 'em somethin' to suck againWhat nowBust itSeasoning the track, leaving 'em dusted Add a little spice, it's nice and the ladies love it All these cheesy rap cats'll get scrapped, trashed in the rubbish It's the easy mac daddy, fattening y'all up on a budget Crushed in - the mortar bowl, the kid is sorta bold When it comes to makin' a mess with the pestle, death'll unfoldGet to steppin' bro, I ain't no steppin' stone Lethal weapon vocalKeepin' these heathens steaming like vegetables HealthyCome and help yourself to a helping that is heaping Muy facil, simply speaking Believe me- TabascoSo hot that I'll make hell feel like it's freezing Till you begin dreaming of me when you're sleeping Wake up, punk- time for breakfast Next up on the guest list, J A to the R V, set to wreck sh*tThe eggs get scrambled, MCs get burnt toastThe timer goes ding, I'm ready to eat my meal and goI'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting I'm hungryI'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting I'm hungryI'm ready to bust ass, I'm done fasting I'm hungryEat any punk MC Until I feel my meal is complete x2 - cuts by Crusty CutsTrust me, I'm gonna look really full soon

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Smooth as velvet, you can tell it's too true Do whatever you do, the dude dwells in the-Cellar where the bass and rats be Since I quit my J O B machining at the factory Great like Gatsby, eeh-gad, the cat with the phat speech Clear a path, he's running the track like an athlete Sway to the vibe, Thief and I provide Come down to the Boiler RoomTake a step inside of the rhythm Baby, lose your mind to what I'm givin'- You, the lyrics and the patterans that are within In the cut- I lie, but I will never babble with them Leavin' MCs scatterin'- infallible, bow to victimsIf ya - begin listenin' to what I'm tellin' youI'll never have to send you and your yellow crew to hell But through the fire and flames, you will cry in pain Gift given to those using my style in vainWe be them fellas who-Do dat sh*t Do dat sh*t The cat is fantastic, mass lyrical backflips Nasty with it, in fact batsh*t, mad skillYou cats tryina rap, will catch a javelin in the back Do dat sh*t Do dat sh*t Huh?The cat is fantastic, mass lyrical backflips Nasty with it, in fact batsh*t, mad skillYou cats tryina rap, will catch a javelin in the back Still dope Still smooth Still relaxin'Still havin' fun with this rap sh*t Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme And I laugh with the crowd Laugh with the friends I have a lot for that I'm proud x2Smooth as velvet, dude is well-writ and well-read Grab the microphone and melt heads You're steppin' on egg shells A wrong don't make a right, but two rights make a left Well-said (you mean 3?)Ahh, yes, yes- you guessed it, I'm Kickin' it, I'm postedA mad scientist in his lab mixin' potions to get 'em hooked You cannot learn this in a bookYes, I've been a crook- but now I've got the rhythm- women look Nobody's smooth these daysTheir music makes Nate want to rudely crusade and say What he gotta say It's obvious you are a novice,Wait a minute, maybe I'll display how to properly operate Check it out now, no- check it out then I'm ready to go back in time with my pen But never that, I'll go with the flow one mo'ginReal rhymin' is timeless, it knows no end No bounds to this Bros pound the fistGotta make it pound Until the hoes bounce to this Gather 'round and get Low-down and dip, Step in the Boiler Room You know it goes down to this x2Still dope Still smooth Still relaxinStill havin fun with this rap sh*t Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme And I laugh with the crowd Laugh with the friends I have a lot for that I'm proud Still dope Still smooth Still relaxinStill havin fun with this rap sh*t Laughin' when I kick a dumb rhyme And I laugh with the crowd Take a step into the Boiler RoomCome on downCome down to The Boiler RoomC'monTake a step into The Boiler RoomThat's right x4Vibe to the rhythm and the soundNod to the kick, get downThief on the beat, makin' poundLive from The Boiler Room under the ground x2Come down to The Boiler RoomC'monTake a step into The Boiler RoomThat's right x4

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Last night in Winterfell, drinkin' white Zinfandel The story of ages- I might live to tellGettin' paid when I play, baby- I'm famous and it's swellGettin' laid to the backtrack of Saved by the BellI be drinkin' red on a memory foam bedPinot Noir, get up in broads- I palm fleshYour mom is a crack whor*, bomb till the back's soreSchool any fool, he be fully takin' wrong testsGelatinous ass, matter fact- I'm compatibleData batterin' any cat actin' bad on the avenue Catapult scatterin' a bad attitude back to Malibu 100 proof Absolut, doggin' hoochies like a Malamute Yeah.. WOOF WOOF, BABYBig dog on the block got the verses and the hooks, babyLately I can see that you've been glued into your seatPlease get up up onto your feet and then begin groovin' with meI know whatcha wanna see Come to the show, come flow wit meGet down y'all Get down y'all Make it fast, gurl make it quickShake ya' ass and break ya' hipGet down y'all Get down y'all Kickin' it, co*cked back- the tom-tom talkin'The kick and the high-hat- your mom pop-lockin'Rhythm- I got that, who gwan' wan' stop him?Y'all either fall back, or y'all start rockin'All the ladies drop it to the rhythm on the radio Natey may be insane, he's evading mainly the crazy hoesJaded off every Joe claimin' he know like, "ain't he dope"I bet a no, I'm set to go, I throw them in Locker of Davey JonesRun 'em in, summer's in and he turnin' up the temperature Plug 'em in, punishin' speakers, people and their predecessors Done being bummy, she at the show, I know I will impress herCome wit me honey, the professor- lyrical skill endeavorAux cable and all that, figgety-fall backThe flows blast, hoes control the ballsackLambasted, jaw-jack Joe- you so whackToe-tag the flow, Jarv bad and you know thatPlenty skill People sweat me like, "ain't he real"VT, VA, SD, AmityvilleAnd he still-At it, combatin', battle and buildCandy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled x2Fill it in Uh, uh, uh x4I know whatcha wanna see Come to the show, come flow with meGet down y'all Get down y'all Make it fast gurl make it quickShake ya' ass and break ya' hipGet down y'all Get down y'all I wanna grow a flat-top A flat-top fade I wish I could grow a flat-topA flat-top fade x4Plenty skill People sweat me like, "ain't he real"VT, VA, SD, AmityvilleAnd he still-At it, combatin', battle and buildCandy rapper tryina bite'll get his cavity drilled Fill it in Uh, uh, uh x4

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Open up your eyelids, look at the horizon Tell me what you see, do you see me smilin'?Naw, probly not, my spirit is right hereSittin' my captain's chair with a bottle of beerAnd it's good, yeah it's great, for heaven's sake, I love the taste Of a cold one- chillin' at 8pm on Sunday writin' poems That the people love- it's what the people needIt's me Jarvy on the rhyme, man- Thief is on the beatHeat the masses, at least the nooks cranniesSomeday I'll fill an atlas with cats who understand meRambling off a lesson trying to make it all fitProfit is not the focus, but I won't oppose it one bitDon't throw sh*t that you can't pick upI'm quick rip that sh*t upIn it for the rhythm, never spittin' to make a quick buckYo, do you get it yet? 'Cause I can do it all day Man, I can do it till your ruined or your hair turns gray And long after, I be the raftersSwingin' back and forth on vines- divine rappers test it I guarantee I'll wreck ya' body while I'm restin'Best to check your head and get to steppin'Say, what's all the fuss about?Jumpin' and jivin' and buckin' about?Jarvy the man- he be rockin the benefit better than y'all Somethin' about the way he moves the tongue If it was a comp, he woulda won- dun dada Thinkin' he got it, wanna stop him, but he buggin' outWhat's all the fuss about?Shut ya' mutha-f*ckin' mouthDon't even consider gettin' closeHe boast a bunch about the skillSure, maybe some of it is filler-But the kid'll still get your girl and drill herLady killerSmooth as margarine, Jarv is harder than army men Well maybe not, but watch as I'm- Gettin' props from your mom and themThem being her friends, hot damn, they on some cougar sh*tThey tell me that they love my hair, they tell me that I'm 2 legit"Never quit, Jarv""You da sh*t, Jarv"Oh, you're too kind, I'm blushing and my dick's hardUhhhh woah, stop- now goBack and attack whack cats with that flowYou know what I'm 'bout, yeah- you know how I feelYou know I'm a fool Crackin' jokes coppin' a feel upon the bossoms 'Mmmmm, damn babeh you prettyI'll marry you and carry you throughout your favorite cityOr town-Baby, I'm ready to settle down- start a family But she didn't like the rambling of clownSo my sad face overcame my dad face Mad haste made to her sister with the braidsSay, what is all the fuss about?Jumpin' and jivin' and buckin' about?Jarvy the man- he be rockin the benefit better than y'all Somethin' about the way he moves the tongue If it was a comp, he woulda won- dun dada Thinkin' he got it, wanna stop him, but he buggin' outWhat's all the fuss about?Shut ya' mutha-f*ckin' mouthDon't even consider gettin' close He boast a bunch about the skillSure, maybe some of it is filler, But the kid'll still get your girl and drill herLady killerYeah, I guess I'll tell the truth- I ain't cool and I'm weakI'm a sh*t talkin' bitch, lady killer? Never meBut I love 'em, somethin' about the way that they walkWe don't have to f*ck, we can just talk x2You can ride with meYou can buy me thingsYou take me out And pay to fine dine with me x4Lady killer

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Like a known fableI'm a psycho- unstable Leave a clone hangin' from theMicrophone cable x4Like a known fableI'm a psycho- unstable Leave a clone hangin' from theMicrophone cableIf you really wanna playLay your cards on the tableReally wanna play Lay your cards on the table x2Ooh lookey-looLil' Jarv makin' it hot againI kick my feet upAnd turn a rapper to an ottoman I lost it when you dropped that track Y'all could not of flossed that phat-sh*t like nasty Nathan DickNow get up off the ballsack, JackPractice upIf you're gonna attack the master, punkI'm sick of these whack ass chumps Kickin' their bullcrap and junk continuously I'm busting these rhymes and breakin' backs You must think you're funny comin'With some trash like thatf*ck itI'm sittin' in the Boiler RoomMixin' up a witches brew For little punk bitches like him and you Thinkin' you're ballin' I'm callin' 'em all to get in the cauldron It's appalling Y'all should not be wantin' to walk Before you're crawling Possibly I'm too harshProbably I'm not Any contender pretending to-Be better than me- shot in thee darkNever could any competitor vest meNever be thinkin' of trying to test meIts not a dis, you just don't have the heartBeeitch Like a known fableI'm a psycho- unstable Leave a clone hangin' from theMicrophone cableIf you really wanna playLay your cards on the tableReally wanna play Lay your cards on the table x2Who's in charge here? Jarv, dear (sup?)Who's the all-star startin' sh*t Parkin' part of his car hereHuh?Iunno, f*ck it Upchuck in a bucket and suck a dickLike a jam about a man from Nantucket Advanced pumpin' of the lyric'll leave youRidin' on the tide I have oversight Leavin' wise guys tryina surviveI, the prize fighter rhyme-typeRhymin' in the mic might Be leavin' these weak MC's Sleepin' with night lightsThat is a fact, bitch Jarv got that phat sh*tTear any microphone-Up into tiny bits and fragments Your bound catch a massive chunk of-Shrapnel from the rap skillNeed a thousand gallon vat-To catch half of the blood my track spillI'm that illI spaz till I make my points knownMy track'll snap your whack ass in halfThat is how my joints goMy voice blows holes Through monitors and microphonesLeavin' a spoiled bitch soilin' drawers While they whine, cry and moanDon't come to fight itI funk the tightest You cannot runYou cannot hide I've got you in my sight, bitch Get your Vicodin 'Cause I'm a Viking when I write the sh*tYou got a touch of downs But kid, I've got the touch of MidasIt's goooooldWhether or not that's where it goesI'm platinum when I'm rappin'I don't need a plaque to showI'm smackin' various foesFrom all area codesMastered in masterin'miscellaneous variablesLike a known fableI'm a psycho- unstable Leave a clone hangin' from theMicrophone cableIf you really wanna playLay your cards on the tableReally wanna play Lay your cards on the table x2Yo check it out manWordYo what's the deal manWhatYo how you doin manGoodYo how ya feel manGreat x8

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Get upGet upGet upGet upJump (get up)Jump (come on)Jump (get up) x4Said, mother-f*cker, when I get up- I'll stick you the ditch and bitch, you get stuckIf you really be thinkin' you're dopeWell, I got a rope that you can piss upLike a Ween songYou ain't on the sh*t I've been on Couldn't even begin to sing a piece of my theme songRock with me now, get caught up in the rhyme Get up, and when I say get up- ain't talkin' gettin' highI be talkin' gettin' fly, fresh- yes, whatever you call it Terminology gotta be on the dime and in the pocket Not a prophet, I ain't gonna cure no damn disease I just wanna get up and hit the ceiling when the beat hits- MeI get a feeling so serene when I'm beastin'-Flows that these people cannot compete withNow peep it Keepin' it loud like Ethan's carSpeakin' in the ring till the king departs They all wanna see Jarv and the beats he keeps in charge If we can start to vibe with it, I would get by- With a mind on a rhyme and a diamond design Meaning it's strong and it bond with the- High-degree heat beat that Thief provideGet upGet upGet upGet upJump (get up)Jump (come on)Jump (get up) x4Hey listen man, you know it doesn't matter what the victims sayI rock to the rhythm any given day never been even a bit afraid To contain em with a phrase They could never begin to say I spray with the mind flow, Nate on a dynoCouldn't register- man, I break it and I goHome with another poem on the dome Soul of a ghost and a horn of a rhino OoooooTearing a hole in your back Nowhere to go when the flow's intact Double backflip when I bash in your skull cap with a vocal axe Slash, so bad- get it openIn fact, you'll be broken and holdin' my sackRoping 'em in, lassoing the cattle, JackAin't nobody holdin' me back It's like that with a flow-type-phatDouble-bogey, the foe get exactNobody know where the bro Coulda known how to flow like thatNo hope for the whackSo many go with the loco notion they might attackBut I fold 'em in half when I rap like a madman Slapped with a backhand They're in a herd, but I'm over the packYeah, that's good I wanna stay over heads I don't wanna say what they woulda said They could never make me break or deflate Nate's gonna be great- no less Unless you get your skills up- You don't wanna feel it build up Gather round, feel the soundI ain't down, I'm still up- yeahh

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Ya' goddamn slack-jawPick ya' ass up off the asphalt How many times I gotta pass y'all? Hats off to who? You know it's me-The bro wit the poetry, Leave a chode MC-Lying on the floor, he crying, "woe is me" I'm throwin' these-Totally proficient with flow and easeGo and see- noticed you thinkin'- You got the potency to roll with me Homie, you know you will get broke and beatI'm dope indeedI grab the microphone, you grab your rosary beads Who came to see me speak? The soul in the boiler room, mold to the beat Had the flow since a fetus- I'm dope, please believe itZoomed out the womb, boom box and adidas tryina breakMy mama called me Nate I walked out of the hospital and bought a can of paint Ever since that day, nothing has been the same Became the maniac upon the mic that you cannot containMentally, I'm better than everyone Never met anyone tellin' me different I mean it, I beat it up, eat it up, we get up-Even the beat isn't ready for meWhen I begin to speak in the mic And I'm freakin' it right away Never be havin' to breath I'm competin' to be the one biddin' a bitter goodbye to an idiot thinkin' he king It ain't really a thing when I'm bringin' it out-But the people, they love it- that; I'm all about And if I could defeat every bit of the weak in a weekend, I'd do it and then I'd be out With a negative agony down in my belly I'd be disemboweling all of my enemies Draggin' 'em back to the pad in a bagI'm attackin the whack and I'm leavin' 'em empty Tempt meI'm a nice guy, but who knows, I might snapWhen I kick flows, these thick hoes get sewn to my sackI write that with an intention to bend it and lean itIf I say it enough, it'll become true, do you know what I mean? It's like I walk through valley and I'm askin' for sexI finally got to Leb and then I'm askin', "what's next?" I bust heads, but in a nice way- I might stay and rest Or maybe I'll head back to Windsor, so I can play with my friends Sup Teece, sup Ethan Hey Nate, wassup DrewHey nick, what's up nickFutawn; f*ck youI'm just playin baby ♥︎ I cannot be taken serious But if you want a lyricist, look no further here he is Steerin' his vehicle into the ditch- pitiful Miserable little idiot fillin' the rhythm full-Of everything he got, will he give it up? No sirEverybody wanna see him swimmin' with a toaster Overhead, I fly like a missile Soar like an eagle, I'm so official This'll maybe hurt a bit, might even tickle Either way it doesn't have to be made into a big issue If you wanna get down to the beat I'm the clown for the job You have found what you need I compound with the soundI confound and defeat From the nose to the toes From the ground to the beak x2If ya' just got paid Or ya' just got laid And you're havin' a good day, say hooooo"Hoooo"All the people in the placeWho are feelin' out of place Who don't really wanna play say noooo"Noooo"

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I'm throwin' a party- baby, you can come Even out the ratio, maybe we'll get some Tell a friend, tell a couple- this party will be fun 20 people here already and the evening is young By the flock, people show up and they fileSingular into the Boiler Room to get wild Turn it up, c'mon baby, shake yo' buttMy mom said if I dwink too many beers I'll get weal sick, fwoe upBut it's cool 'cause I know limitation when I flow-Down a stream of beer, please don't come here if you don't Noooo, please hold your composure If it's too much, you punks should be soberyo, I'ma party like the world ain't gonna end, uh-huh I'ma party Donald Trump ain't runnin' for presidentI'ma party like its 1993 and I'm a little-bitty-baby lookin' fly as can beParty people in the kitchen, people out back Pong in the garage, I sink it and re-rackLotta people in my pad, yeah- I think that I'm bad Party like an animal, drink like a dadI'm a maniac, askin', "where the ladies at?"Bought an 80-pack, Natey found a way to say, "we bad"Never take it back- ayy bay bay in the Baby PhatLay her back, leave her labia aching insanely badI'ma party with my people I'ma party witchuDid I tell you what I'm ready to do?CUT LOOSE Break stuff, f*ck rules Stand up, bust movesWhen I cut loose, what do you do?CUT LOOSE x2And there she is, ooooh, she be walkin' through the doorInto my humble abode with the rumblin' floorDamn, she's so fine, gotta give it some time I let the bitty unwind before I begin kickin' lines I wait a minute- maybe 15, maybe 30Then approach, lookin' oh so clean, yet so dirtyShe see me comin', we lock eyes and at first it-Felt like fire comin' alive on the surface "Umm, excuse me miss, I've truly been- Unusually lured to your juicy hips Your beauty is superb if you do exist And this isn't a dream, could you maybe do me this-One favor- tell me your name""I'm Clare""Well, Clare- would you maybe wanna talk downstairs?"She followed me through the party, the body of a Porsche Into my room, the mood went fusia when the door shut Cut looseCut loose Cut loose nowCut looseCut looseBaby, cut loose now x2We embrace in the moonlight- Pourin' through my basem*nt window Man I swear, I didn't know Clare was a nimpho She grabbed my butt"She grabbed your what?"She grabbed my butt, she grabbed my buttAnd then we moved to the bedWith my hands on her hips and her hands on my assI told her she could squeeze Yeah, she could squeeze on the cheeks as long as it's just that She grabbed my butt "She grabbed your what?"She grabbed my butt, she grabbed my buttNow I'm takin' off her shirt And now she's takin' off my pants I look like a pale spider-manDaddy long legs Daddy long legs crawlin' over yo' bodyDon't worry, I won't bite ya' too hard, babyAnd when we hit that climax The flowers bloomed and the volcano erupted That's the difference between makin' love and just f*ckin' I said the flowers bloomed and the volcano erupted That's the difference between makin' love and just f*ckin'I love you(yeah, whatever)Cut looseCut loose Cut loose nowCut looseCut looseBaby, cut loose now x2

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12 A.M.He's at that punch clock again It's been a long night “What a life” he says, stepping into that parking lotWalking across to where his car is parked The autumn chill leaving it’s mark with frost upon his windshield He starts his engine, sets his front and back defrost at 4-And begins to think, of course-That same thing that he thought last night and the night before that Like, what if he gets on the highway and Puts the pedal down on that floor mat and just goes, Yeah man, he just goesYeahh, he could be on the west coast in a couple days With rubber on the road and a soul on the way to a new beginning Living, listening to the low rumble of the radials spinningBut fear is real, and uncertainty is fearAnd here he is, a man with a plan and a career "Who knows, maybe next year" He hears himself say into the rear-view mirror As the windshield clears for the moon overheadHe pulls out of that parking lot, taking a right, instead of a left- He's Headin’ home "Seize the day" they said He's Headin’ homeHe puts on the radio and about 15 minutes in, he begins to feel itThe winding yellow serpentsThe moon, the stars, the auburn leaves fluttering passed- Making it seem as if he were traveling hyperspeed fast;RelaxedAnd with eyelids like boulders-He begins to fold into the droning of the old 5 cylinder motor But he's halfway home and this ain't his first rodeo, no sirHe knows he’ll make itJust keep goingJust keep going, manWhat a life What a life, man Twisted up SpunBathing in bright lights What a lifeYeah- what a life, manHovering over the wreckage, With a bird's-eye view of an empty vesselHe thinks back and he wonders, “Man, what would have happened if I had taken that left?Too late now I guess”“What a life” he says, turning his back and laughing at the irony of his current state- Based off a decision he'd made for the sake of being safe ‘Cause when the array of lights that he may have made-Shaved the night and gave shape to a frayed landscape He diedWhat a life

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MoveFeet carry me where I'm goin' He cannot see me, we cannot know when-It's time to go in the primordial soupPot bubbles- walk till it caught up with youMove Groove to my style in particular Ride in the passenger side of my vehicular I can drive hyperspeed- open wide, I can see Rubber in the rear view, squeal, downshift and burnMoveRide rails on a train of thought I cannot stay stationary and gather mossCurrency that I've accrued is a pocket full of change To make real change, gotta get real lost Move Pedal like your life depended on it 'Cause it doesh*t the starter, rev the throttle, pop the clutchIf you lose it on the loose gravel, pick it back upDon't get caught up in a bottle and a buzz Move Each step carries me further down the pathThe path that I've laid out, the path that is untracked The feet cover the grass and the grass becomes flat I will leave a trail behind me, but I'll never look backMove Push with the right, stand leftCan't stay inside my lane on this insane questFeel I gotta move around a bit, I'm moving in and out of it I'm trying to be like water, I am tryina manifest-MovesMake 'em for the people in my crewMake moves for the things that we've been throughMake MovesMake 'em for the people in my crewI will do anything that I can doMake movesMake 'em for the people in my crewMake moves for the things that we've been throughMake MovesMake 'em for the people in my crewI will do anything that I can doMake MovesWade down the class 6 rapids Gaspin' for air as the white caps crash inSplashin' your way until it all mellows outThere is no other option, cannot pick a different route Move From the paved to the dirtThe concrete, the blacktop, the blades and the turf The ways of the Earth got you waging the worth-Of every single lane that you merge Make MovesShift the transmission into driveDon't keep it park, kid- it's your time to shineYou're only alive for a very short timeAre tryina live or just tryina survive?Make MovesWhether you run or you walkYou can take a small break, buddy- just don't stop Each step brings you closer to the spot you gotta be If you need a little help, follow meMake MovesMake 'em for the people in my crewMake moves for the things that we've been throughMake MovesMake 'em for the people in my crewI will do anything that I can do x2Move

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Sittin' in the Boiler Room amongst cobwebs and heat Do the varmints in the wall like the beat?Scurry left to right- I can hear them while they walkNibble and bite at the wires- they admire how I talk My sight splitThe pipes drip onto the concreteFollowing the mellow streams, hollow as a zombie Shallow castaway, feel the flow of the bloodDirt coagulates, sink my toes into the mudIt's fun when you between the time zonesWith rhythm and rhyme tones Similar Brothers Grimm and divine poems When I go to the outside world I feel my eyes go to fully refined side notesI devise my own arrivalWith the stealth of a Thief, I feel the feet beat above me The crickets dig the melody, they're tellin' me it's lovely And something inside sparks like steel and flintI feel it when I really begin dealing with life between real and pretend Extend a hand from out my cage- the barbed wire is cold It tears the pruney skin, the ruby red liquid exposed It flows to the beat of life that Thief and me provide I need a plate of food for soul and I'll remain insane inside And I can tell you now as data travels intercontinental through foil tubes We do this for a divine and royal few Who dig the swell messages dwelling within the interstellar stew Independently produced within this Boiler RoomIt's the Boiler RoomAs the pen strokes move freely-Yet in sync with the rhythm provided by ThiefofBaghdadThe eyes roll back in the head and the soul controls the movementSo put down the phones, open your eyes, ears and mindsListenI mean, really listenThis is the Boiler RoomWalk lostPace around an open conceptThe air is damp, the lung is strongMy song- it isn't sung yetI promise, when it is, you will knowAll of you willRecognize the real inside the Boiler Room atop the hillAnd when the sun rains on the mass of landAnd the master grabs the manI plan to live forever, beneath the grass and sand And when the day comes for the next big thing to finally find controlThey'll dig beneath the Boiler Room-My story will be told