Tales From The Mix Tape vol​.​1

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TALES FROM THE MIXTAPE VOLUME # 1

A rare collection of remixes and b-sides
that never found a place on any release.

All music recorded, sampled, arranged,
mixed & mastered by KABAL (K.Theodoropolus)
except where noted in the song information.
All lyrics written by KABAL (K.Theodoropolus)
Recorded at Necropolis Studios (c) Midian Music 2011
Cover art by: Kabal

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released January 15, 2011

Kabal (K.Theodoropolus)
(c)Midian Music 2011

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Oldschool hardcore underground producer/rapper from Brampton Ontario Canada.

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Track Name: JayPoolaDaButcha[MindLockRemix]
Kabal (K.Theodoropolus)
(c)Midian Music 2011
Track Name: Break Out
(intro spoken)
I've just sat there my whole life feeling trapped,I'm up shits creek in a bullshit society,
Trying to live my life of dreams but i keep getting shotdown, It's time to break out......

(verse 1)
Murder,Death & pain bring the tears of frustration
Danger lurking everywhere destroying our nation/
Images of fear can cause an icy frission
Chilled to the bone by a bloody vision/

Sitting too long in the dark it's time to break out
Spitting new songs to make a mark & earn my cake now/
Sick of being slept on I'm getting in your face clown
Bumrushing offices with demos & a shakedown/

I'm breaking out like a centre on the court g
Sports was boring I started with recording/
Spewing hate by the tender age of 14
Killing it with words that will crush you & your whole team./

I'm breaking out like the hell on earth
Appraise myself so I can see just what I'm worth/
I'm breaking out like the day of my birth
And now I'm still wrecking box with my length & my girth/

(CHORUS x2)
SITTING TOO LONG IN THE DARK - I GOTTA BREAK OUT
SPITTING NEW SONGS TO MAKE A MARK - I GOTTA BREAK OUT
SICK OF BEING SLEPT ON FOR YEARS - I GOTTA BREAK OUT
SICK OF ALL THESE PHONIES WITH CAREERS - I GOTTA BREAK OUT

(verse 2)
I'm breaking out like I was the Black Plague
it's My War but it isn't Black Flag/
I'm breaking out like a dealer with his crack bags
& still getting hate mail from myspace fags./

I'm breaking out like a 12 year old with acne
You hit puberty & thought that you could jack me/
You & your crew bitch like Lacey & Cagney
Spit your halitosis somewhere else with your plaque teeth./

I'm breaking out like I was crazy legs in Rock Steady
Go tell Chapelle that he better have the block ready/
I'm breaking out inside your dreams like I was Freddy
or better yet Jason with a mask & a machete./

I'm breaking out like Frank Norris from Alcatraz
Confusing gaurds with the dazzle of my razzmatazz/
I'm not the birdman but aliasly known as
Nightbreed Kabal breaking out the (unknown grasp)homegrown(stash?)raps./

(CHORUS x2)
SITTING TOO LONG IN THE DARK - I GOTTA BREAK OUT
SPITTING NEW SONGS TO MAKE A MARK - I GOTTA BREAK OUT
SICK OF BEING SLEPT ON FOR YEARS - I GOTTA BREAK OUT
SICK OF ALL THESE PHONIES WITH CAREERS - I GOTTA BREAK OUT
Track Name: My Space
(intro)
my space it's your space it's his space it's her space
The # 1 hot spot on all of the web base/
For scenesters & trendsters of every race & gender
& You can be a member, for no legal tender/
(V1)
Beware of the pretenders who add you on your first day
Cus they won't be the ones to send a message on your birthday/
So many flirts play & hide behind their fake smiles
Asking shit they'd know if they had read your fucking profile/
You wrote a bio, but it wasn't worth while
Cus everybodies only judging you on looks & your style/
You wanna fit in here? Let's get a few things clear
#1 take a picture of yourself in the mirror/
#2 use tom's editor to pimp your space out
With funny shit like "all your base are belong to us" now...../
#3 add some html
for tables & backgrounds & video & wack sounds/
#4 send 40 strangers a friends request
5 post 50 bulletins explaining why your so depressed/
#6 take some more random pics
that you think look cool, but really make you look a fool/(hahaha)/
# 7 add some pop 40 song
to your space and lie to friends about the time you went to Tom's place/
#8 contemplate 8 faces
to place in your top 8 to translate your mindstate/
#9 pay attention to his rhyme
Join groups with no cause so you can get your spam across/
#10 post the same things again & again
were not blind we read that fucking shit the first time/
(CHORUSX2)
It's my space it's your space it's his space it's her space
The # 1 hot spot on all of the web base/
For scenesters & trendsters of every race & gender
& You can be a member, for no legal tender/
It's my space it's your space it's his space it's her space
it's their space this place is everybodies space/
The population and their mother have a space and another
You and your brother fighting over the computer fall to summer/
(V2)
SO you think you've graduated from your my space classes
but you still dont have a pair of non-prescription black glasses/
Here's a white belt to build your ego and stuff
& some dick wouldn't add you cus your space wasn't emo enough/
I must admit some cool people are using it
to promote something positive while your posting 20 blogs & shit/
about your fake crew & what's been bothering you
and how Toms putting your song on my space records volume two/
Sluts re-adjust web-cams in drunk lust
& the pigs are searching for graffitti artists to bust/
Plus the kiddie porn ring is getting stinged in full swing
Meanwhile some pedophile is smiling at your child's profile/
A whole pile of goofs be starting whore trains
& the whore next door is at a party giving more brains/
Your outraged from e-beefing with a schmuck
While dudes are looking for the next random sluts their gonna fuck/
As long as kids keep bumping my songs I'll be a user
Try winning people over instead of adding them loser/
Bragging how your friends list is bigger than that guys
with 20,000 people that you've never met in real life/
You've abused this whole system & it's contents
Your like a bot with auto-generated comments/
So search the word Kabal and you'll find where I'm at
When Fox launches My Space: The Movie call me for the soundtrack/

(CHORUS X2)

(BREAK)

(CHORUS X 2)

It's my space it's your space it's his space it's her space
it's their space our space everybodies space (repeat)
Track Name: Only When I'm High
I get stoned and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up some dro to smoke when I'm alone
OHh shit, tow back, I roll another spliff
Only when I'm high I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma *cough*
Sittin by the fire
Hold on, put the blunt out [nah, keep it goin
Theo are you baked kid?] I'm just not knowin
I get high and start blazing mo' shit
And when I got a blunt in my hand you better hit it
Cause the weed just ain't what it used to be
Forget tryin to raitonalize, reden your eyes
Ah d-*cough*, damn I'm high
I need some lye, no better yet a stick of chocolate thai
When I get high I might act uncouth
But when I get high I always tell the truth
Yeah I'm blunted, I'm lifted, off dope, thats always fresh
I make all weed heads say ses ses
Kabal comin through, you know i cough a lung up
Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta...
*cough* Damn, false alarm
stonin all the ladies with my tree farm
When I get baked I might even sell my daddy some lye
Yeah, but only when I'm hi-*cough* high

It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
three for the ounces that I'm keeping in the freezer
Bust the one out, two out, [flips] type of rapper
snatch the weed out your bag(gy) quicker than a car jacker
Puff a blunt for the fever when I'm chillin with the villains
Got hoes in Cloud City like I'm Billy Dee Williams
cus i smoke like, i toke like I was Salvador Dhali
lookin for the bitch that suckerpunched my main man(homey) ollie]
All up in this spliff with early misty a.k.
I smoke more than cypress, redman & dr.dre
But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit
God damn the joints done so i roll another spliff
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Yeah, I get high and can't nobody see me
I'm trippin, off the pcp my homey slipped in
Kickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed the dust in
Cause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin
never too many, I reckon
Feel my heart beat pounding like 50 times a second
Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove
What the fuck was I tryin to prove?
I get a rep for burning mad o's
All the hoes knows them BOng Squad bros
Wiggaz call me dad cus i smoked since 85'
Might fuck a fat bitch yo but only when I'm high

I get high and start thinkin bout my friends
that passed on with every ounce i burn the memory will last on
Rich Polyzotis & my man Jay P
the two homies will always live in my memories
We used to clock dro, we used to rock bowls
And drink forty-o's, and chase after hoes
Damn I wish we 3 could blaze one again
But I know one day we gonna burn in heaven
And when that day comes it's gonna be live
I don't drink and drive when i can smoke & fly
K-Balls be getting funky when i be bluntin
Just a lil sumthin, to get the brain jumpin!
Track Name: Why'd Ya Hafta Leave[PrincePaullyRemix]
Mike C why'd ya hafta leave? Everybody to grieve & wear our hearts on our sleeve?
I just couldn't beleive that you had ceased to breathe / We've all been bereaved but received your memories

(V1)
He was not your basic, average all canadian boy / Although he loved playing hockey & loved playing with toys
Half humour half talent was his mixture / A stuffed Grover from Sesame Street in his school picture
A love for life, he was generous & kind / I could tell the first time when we met in grade 9
Mike was playing in The Stiffs & working for the city / but had the time to say "HI" when I was skateboarding by
He was a few years older than me but it didn't matter / cus it made me feel equal when I chatted with "The Chatter"
Started partying at Dove's and watched our friendship burgeoun / Went to every show he played with the Epileptic Brain Surgeons
Soccer after school with the crew smoking bowls / it was Rangers vs. Celtic with the greeks playing goal
freestyling by the flagpole dreams of being showstoppers / Graduation flashed by & then the death of Grasshopper

(CHORUS)
Mike C why'd ya hafta leave? Everybody to grieve & wear our hearts on our sleeve?
I just couldn't beleive that you had ceased to breathe / We've all been bereaved but received your memories (RIP)
Mike C why'd ya hafta choose? Not to give us any clues we were bruised & confused...
We used to drink brews, puff dubes, jam tunes / the who's who of your crew still be singing the blues (like.....)

(V2)
Now it's the very first time we're moving out on our own / and I was blessed enough to have you living in the home
You were like a big bro who would always console / & 3 n Pass had grown into Black Belt Jones
I remember New Years Eve it was the end of 93 / I was dating Sassy T we hit some bash up in the city/
we was smoking mad weed & swigging ginseng tea / & swailin' Old Milwuakees, Dos Equis & Kokanees/
You was blacked out asleep but still standing on your feet / Climbed & hid up in a tree so nobody could see/
That you was having dry heaves puking from 12 feet / Man there ain't ever gonna be another quite like thee
Night's gone dead pots gonna burn you'd croon cute birds you'd see (singing)
(RIGHT ON RED HOT MAMMA GIRL YOU SURE LOOK GOOD TO ME)

(CHORUS)
Mike C why'd ya hafta leave? Everybody to grieve & wear our hearts on our sleeve?
I just couldn't beleive that you had ceased to breathe / We've all been bereaved but received your memories (RIP)
Mike C why'd ya hafta choose? Not to give us any clues we were bruised & confused...
We used to drink brews, puff dubes, jam tunes / the who's who of your crew still be singing the blues (like.....)

(V3)
Time passed on we kind of went seperate paths / But you still made time to come & visit for some laughs
You were still dj'ing still truer than true / still jamming in the experience with gary & sue
Then we sorta lost touch around 2003 / but I would leave messages on your machine randomly
I wanted you to be there the day I got married / Never thought the next time I'd see you was the day you got buried
You wouldn't believe how many people came to your funeral / which proved without a doubt how many people truly loved you
It was like John Candy & Steve Martin both keeled (over) / Cus people came by planes,trains & automobiles (brotha)
It took two years since you passed to write this song / if I could find the right words it would have been 90 minutes long
I knew I wouldn't have closure until this track was complete / Had to load it up with samples that you loved as well as beats
We was all dumbfounded we didn't know what to say / Until Gary gave a eulogy that gave you perfect praise
Came to mourn you in death but we celebrate your life / Cus you were always positive and never bothered with the strife
Heard the story of how you got your first guitar & with ease / learned to play your moms favorite song (first) "Greensleeves"
But now your guitar just gently weeps / as do I everytime that I hear "Greensleeves" (RIP)

(CHORUS)
Mike C why'd ya hafta leave? Everybody to grieve & wear our hearts on our sleeve?
I just couldn't believe that you had ceased to breathe / We've all been bereaved but received your memories (RIP)
Mike C why'd ya hafta choose? Not to give us any clues we were bruised & confused...
We used to drink brews, puff dubes, jam tunes / the who's who of your crew still be singing the blues (like.....)
Track Name: Crazy Caker
(v1)
Let me tell you about a kid, and the kids name's bob
Pulling pranks on people is his full time job/

Be ready for a screwing when he gets the trouble brewing/
His dad george yelling "What the fuck are you doing?"/

Jumping on the bed while your sleeping & snoring
playing nicky nicky 9 doors at 3 in the morning/

Might catch an ass whipping but the kid doesnt learn
he'll return the next day with a bag of shit to burn/

(chorus)
Crazy caker, trouble maker/
born to break rules he's a high risk taker/
Crazy Caker, Caker's crazy/
Gonna give his dad a heart attack some day/

(v2)
Now George says caker's brains gone whacked
told his folks he wants to be a necropheliac/

His dad's an alcoholic & his moms a nervous wreck
Please Buy his dvd cus he don't get a paycheque/

Rolling naked in the snow or else he's swimming in the creek
Caker's getting crazy 7 days of the week/

He doesn't even care if he gets scolded & scorned
he'll photoshop his pops face on some internet porn.

(chorus X 2)

(chorus X2)