Tales From The Mix Tape vol.1

by Kabal

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1.	Intro 01:02	info	buy track
2.	JayPoolaDaButcha[MindLockRemix] 03:32	lyrics	buy track
Kabal (K.Theodoropolus) (c)Midian Music 2011
3.	Break Out 03:04	lyrics	buy track
(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
4.	2007 02:10	info	buy track
5.	Waisted 01:23	info	buy track
6.	Jackin' 4 Beatz 2K6 03:41	info	buy track
7.	Cortex Calls 00:51	info	buy track
8.	My Space 03:52	lyrics	buy track
(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)
9.	Mr. R. Sole[Produced By Artimetik] 01:11	info	buy track
10.	How The Belt Was Won 02:16	info	buy track
11.	Only When I'm High 03:08	lyrics	buy track
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 ------------------------------------------------- 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!
12.	Why'd Ya Hafta Leave[PrincePaullyRemix] 04:03	lyrics	buy track
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.....)
13.	Cortex Calls Again 00:31	info	buy track
14.	Crazy Caker 01:34	lyrics	buy track
(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 your bed while you’re 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 that 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)

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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