THEOKOLES

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about

THEOKOLES

This album is dedicated to the memories of
the late great Clarence "BLOWFLY" Reid
and my good friend David Wroblewski. RIP.

All music & vocals composed
& arranged by: KABAL
(Kevin Theodoropolus)
unless stated otherwise within
individual song information.
Mixed & mastered by: KABAL
for Midian Music(c) 2017

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released June 8, 2017

Kabal (Kevin Theodoropolus)
Neil Young
Schoolly D (Jesse B.Weaver,Jr.)
DJ Moves (Brian Higgins)
Rezső Seress
Billie Holiday
Diamanda Galás
Stew Gunn (Stewart Gunn)
Upperkutt (Tyler Hinton)
Mach Spitz (Cory McCallum)
Tank Diggs (Paul Caruso)
Lil' G (Gabriel Theodoropolus)
Blowfly (Clarence Reid)

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Oldschool hardcore underground producer/rapper from Brampton Ontario Canada.

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Track Name: Intro
"Intro"

(spoken word)

There will be days when you are forced to make
decisions that effect the lives of everyone you love.
Choices that will change you forever.

You reach an age when you realize being
a man isn't about respect or strength,
it's about being aware of all the things you touch.

Children face inward, wallow in their own selfish needs.
Men face out, take action on the needs of others.

I'm at that place boys.

I'm staring one of those decisions in the face
and it looks back at me with historical eyes
and it calls me a coward.

A killer.

A fraud.

It wants me to crack,
and run from the servers of my fate like a broken boy.
Today I will not do that.
Today I will be the man my father tried to be.
I will make you proud.
Track Name: Theokoles
"Theokoles"

(V1.)
No stopping me, I'm popping a Monopoly,
You're crushed under foot like a piece of public property/
I'm living properly, I've given up robbery,
If it wasn't for bad luck I'd probably win the lottery/
Your rap is comedy & lyrical mockeries,
Musical debaucheries, & hip hop hypocrisies/
Your broken glossaries and half assed philosophies,
That make me transform from Kabal into Theokoles/
Went from poverty to quality economy,
My glowing red eyeballs ignite with my ferocity/
A human oddity, albino monstrosity,
A Titan of a legend from the depths of Greek mythology/
This ain't Socrates, born with anomalies,
Twisted and deformed,
destroyed my mom when she was dropping me/
No apologies, I'm taking out colonies,
Of foes in the arena and fulfilling all the prophecies/

(V2.)
Full of animosity, thoughts & quandaries,
Pondering ways to make your day end promptly/
Strongly, step onto the sands so calmly,
Then I take you out just like the trash and dirty laundry/
Ornery, brawny, flaunting all jaunty,
Make the wrong move and lose your head from your body/
Cauterizing cuts that'll lead to viscosity,
Sloppily, mopping up your guts like broken pottery/
A hot commodity, coming with velocity,
Remove you like a letter from a word with an apostrophe/
Fuck a monarchy, my only generosity,
Is smiling in your with face
with twin blades cutting & chopping thee/
Never scholarly, or full of camaraderie,
A tattooed pirate, making aquatic graves all watery/
Straight slaughtering and going for the arteries,
Then the crowd adorns me throwing every gold & copper piece/
Track Name: Big Trouble
"Big Trouble"

(V1.)
Now everybody gather round cus I'm about to break it down,
For all you stupid muthafuckas who think they got the super sound/
Now...these days the underground ain't even underground,
Can't even move a free mix tape without the runaround/
People buying followers could you be any hollower?
No power with your words while feeding all these dick swallowers/
Keyboard warriors, click & share it,
The next man don't like it, then you won't like their shit/
Narcissistic hipsters with their gimmicks,
Making a living of their image
when they got no business in this business/
Always quickest to be cynical, diminishing and critical,
When someone else is ripping cus they're just so fucking typical/
& Hypocritical, nobody flowing political,
Every pitiful, pimple faced DJ & MC is digital/
So live it while you can making no clams,
While I remain unseen like my man David Lo Pan/
More fake b-boys taking these toys,
Hate to break it to you toys, but you ain't real B-Boys/
"Everybody rapping like it's a commercial,
Acting like life is a big commercial"/
& still none of you got the time to give the time to any body,
with an illin' rhyme that's dropping lines & catching many bodies/
Too important so you're never patting someone else's shoulder,
No supporting anyone just try to get your fucking selves over/

(Chorus)
Breaker 1-9, we're headed for Big Trouble,
For all of mankind, hit the rigs on the double/
The Devils working overtime, everyone in overdrive,
The mutual solution is to vote for global genocide/
Breaker 1-9, we're headed for Big Trouble,
Another 11/9, and we're lying in the rubble/
Everyone is wearing blinders, to the government behind us,
And a planetary sanitizing is where they're gonna find us/

(V2.)
Sometimes I sit and wonder why I bother bringing thunder,
With my pen upon the paper when I'm just another number/
Scrutinized, for not being a brother,
When you gonna realize that music doesn't have a colour?/
Still I'm blacker than most the crackers
who be boasting that they're rappers,
You couldn't hack it getting roasted in battles, it shows your wackest/
Your delusions of grandeur, fueling your fandom,
Block 'em & delete 'em if you can't command 'em/
Never gave a god damn about your god damn fans,
Or extended a hand so you could help another man/
So you take another selfie, everybody being selfish,
With your dreams of being wealthy,
while you kneeling on the helpless/
All because you couldn't help this, gluttony consuming you,
Consumerism ruler of the world forever dooming you/
Social media, feeding paranoid twits,
See a man with a suntan, you're screaming out "TERRORIST"/
Asians ain't VCs, Muslims ain't SandMen,
Germans ain't Nazis, but your family owned a black man/
"So this is what I got to say to you all,
Be true to yourself and you will never fall"/
& still none of you got the time to give the time to any body,
with an illin' rhyme that's dropping lines & catching many bodies/
Too important so you're never patting someone else's shoulder,
No supporting anyone just try to get your fucking selves over/

(Chorus)
Breaker 1-9, we're headed for Big Trouble,
For all of mankind, hit the rigs on the double/
The Devils working overtime, everyone in overdrive,
The mutual solution is to vote for global genocide/
Breaker 1-9, we're headed for Big Trouble,
Another 11/9, and we're dying in the rubble/
Everyone is wearing blinders, to the government behind us,
And a planetary sanitizing is where they're gonna find us/

(Breaker, breaker 1-9)
Track Name: Old Boy
"Old Boy"

(V1.)
He was just a young man, when he graduated,
Football & basketball left his knees aggravated/
Drafting blue prints, architect meets art,
And falls in love with his high school sweet heart/
From the start they conceived under a woolen cover,
So he does the right thing and makes an honest woman of her/
City Hall, for this joyous occasion,
His own parents never came because she was a Caucasian/
Stubborn Greek Orthodox, living in a paradox,
Moved into a humble apartment, but still be sharing socks/
Making ends meet any way they can to pay,
Until there daughter is born, now it's a brand new day/
Relocate from the city to the burbs in a town house,
His gorgeous baby girl and his night gowned spouse/
Who's got another in the oven, then the stork flys in,
He looks into his new born son's eyes and sings.../

(Chorus)
Old man take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you (X2)
Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were...

(V2.)
Sacrifices made for the greatness of the cause,
Fear & loathing of his fate, now that his life is on pause/
Giving everything and getting nothing in return,
Filling with resentment and he grows to be stern/
Slaving 9-5 for another 20 years,
Fading on the drive home with 24 beers/
Doesn't even greet his family, eats his dinner in silence,
Commutes to the chesterfield and television violence/
Chain smoking cigarettes, mad man, couch slouch,
Only opens up to put the bottle to his grouch mouth/
On his days off, up before the sun was,
Takes his son to his hockey game,
that's where his only fun was/
Treat the family but generally tight & thrifty,
Had a couple heart attacks and then retired at 50/
We were never really close, acting out to spite you,
But it all makes sense now that your old boy is a Dad like you/

(Chorus)
Old man take a look at my life, I'm a lot like you (X2)
Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were...
Track Name: Two Crows
"Two Crows"

(V1.)
Now in 1985 I met a new friend,
I thought he'd be around until the god damned end/
We pulled a lot of shit, we pranked a lot of fools,
Then he moved out east before we even started high-school/
Years passed & we crossed paths,
So we bought a bus pass & got lost in laughs/
Catching up reminiscing while we're visiting the city,
But then we lost touch cus of limited mobility/
I always knew that he had battled a sickness,
But never really went and stuck my nose in his business/
More years passed & our paths crossed once again,
Now my intention friendship never lost once again/
A new period, neither one inferior,
But little did I know still fighting old leukemia/
I thought he'd beat it if the truth be told,
Then he was stolen from the world at 22 years old/

(Chorus)
One crow, black crow,
Know you got my back crow
Never really knew crows,
Till' I seen you go
Everywhere I dare crow,
You are always there crow
The side of the road,
& outside my window crow

(V2.)
88' met another great friend where,
I used to partake in Friday night late benders/
He was a couple years older but we hit it off classic,
Find us peeking every weekend tripping acid/
We started rapping & jamming in two bands,
Always laughing & banging up new plans/
True fam who was game for whatever,
Even ended up living in a place together/
With a couple other buddies then we moved into another home,
Started up the Jones, he's on guitar I'm on the microphone/
Rocked shows with the burst for thirst,
Even wrote a song about our dead homie in the first verse/
Ran shit until we called it quits,
But we'd still get together for some drinks & spliffs/
Then we kinda lost touch but we still let loose
Next thing I know they found him hanging in a noose/

(Chorus)
One crow, two crows,
I know you souls
See you every season
On a tree or a goalpost,
Always got my back crows
Always talking back crows,
The side of the road,
& outside my window crows

(V3.)
I truly couldn't believe another brother was gone
Time to grieve, self medicate, commemorate in song/
I'd lost another acquaintance shortly after graduation,
We were never really close but still I felt the situation/
First dance with death I was affected,
Honoured him in music though we weren't really connected/
Not like the other two, who were like family,
Always in my thoughts & making visits to me randomly/
My only explanation why I only see a pair of them,
After my cremation hope I'm flying in the air with them/
Reincarnate re-born free souls,
But hope I'm grey and old before I'm seeing three crows/

(Chorus)
One crow, black crow,
Know you got my back crow
Never really knew crows,
Till' I seen you go
Everywhere I dare crow,
You are always there crow
The side of the road,
& outside my window crow
One crow, two crows,
I know you souls
See you every season
On a tree or a goalpost,
Always got my back crows
Always talking back crows,
The side of the road,
& outside my window crows
Track Name: K is for... (Schoolly D cover)
"K is for..."

Yeah, check it out..

(V1.)
Sit on back and watch K-Balls' letters,
Stupid dope, and def, and so clever/
Dropping props to "Schoolly"(D) cus it's right,
Always pay homage but I never bite/
You might of seen me on tv, with Wiggaz A.D.
& UWA counting one two three/
Dope as cain with these lines,
Putting Kevy-Kev all up in your minds/
There's never been another roll this way,
You know Kabal but now know the K.../
K is for the kicks with the bass so thick,
And K is for the way I kill with my dick/
K is for Kid Dynomite,
& K is for the way I keep it going all night/
K is for King Kong & Killer Klowns
K is for the knees that are knocking em out/
K is for Kraken kilos of Kush,
& K is for the kids never getting the push/
K is for kudos I've been given,
Step back when I'm spitting my venom/
K is the first letter in my name,
(DJ) "Code Money" used to get insane like.../

Check it out...

(V2.)
Never played the part on the mic slick talker,
K is for the way I keep it real for the stalkers/
K is for the Knicks killing parquet floors,
K is for kinetic energy and K is for.../
Die Kruezen with verbal illusion,
I'm a keep winning while you keep on losing/
Still getting wiser as I get older,
Forever kicking as an underground soldier/
Knowledge in words are deep like the ocean,
My devotion embody emotion/
I got the notion from poetry of ghettos,
Us free thinkers are known to be some rebels/
Hip hop ruler, barely making moolah,
Still butcher tracks like my name was Abdullah/
To my boys that are lending an ear,
Code Money put the needle in fear.../

(V3.)
K is for the kind I grind and get blind,
K-Balls getting busy on em' one more time/
Give it to you daily, nah no maybes,
See a mic and I go a little crazy/
Schooling, ruling, all you newbies,
Roll you up and smoke you like doobies/
Oldschool revel on my own level,
All the white crackers keep on calling me the devil/
On and on and on flowing like a stream,
Never drink 40s but I'm puffing the green/
Making rhyming look simple, pop you like a pimple,
K is for the kisses from the girlies on my dimples/
Hip hop ruler, barely making moolah,
Still butcher tracks like my name was Abdullah/
To my boys in the back, still flipping wax,
Code Money getting wicked on a scratch.../
Track Name: Double 0 Seven
"Double 0 Seven"

(V1.)
I start another day coughing my lungs up,
Brewing up some coffee and a blunt puff/
Fire up the Xbox, you getting done punks,
GTA online, I'm doing dumb stuff/
I head into the shower for a soap scrub,
Wash my hair, brush my teeth, and trim my goat up/
Socks & underwear & pick some clothes out,
Gotta rock my Long-johns because it's cold out/
Tying up my boots and do my coat up,
Find some gloves & toque, it's time to go but.../
I can't forget my headphones so I can flow rough,
Steady fresh routines right off the dome tough/
Breathe a breath of fresh air, then light the skunk up,
Try and take a step near, you getting sonned chump/
Finally made it to the spot and felt the sub bump,
See the mic, I'm like 007 when I run funk/

(Chorus)
When I run funk, when I run funk,
I'm like 007 when I run funk/
When I run funk, when I run,
See the mic, I'm like 007 when I run funk/
When I run funk, when I run funk,
I'm like 007 when I run funk/
When I run funk, when I run,
See the mic, I'm like 007 when I run funk/

(V2.)
Running with the funk until the spots hot,
Rum & Coke, White Russians, & a lot of shots/
Couple brothers in the corner dustin' pot, pause...,
Everybody hit the floor, they busting shots off/
I run a few miles & then I jog cause',
My insides are feeling like they gonna combust/
Finally made it back home then take my dogs off,
I grabbed the pen and paper, break my thoughts off/
While I'm sitting in my vapors, dropping logs off,
Gotta text from my neighbour for the crop dust/
Steady rolling with the flavor, ripping bongs off,
Until some other player hater tipped the cops off/
Had the music so loud, dropped the swat boss,
Burning up like microphone like I was hot sauce/
The fuzz finally backed off, I cold let the sub bump,
Hear a beat, I'm like 007 when I run funk/

(Chorus)
When I run funk, when I run funk,
I'm like 007 when I run funk/
When I run funk, when I run,
Hear a beat, I'm like 007 when I run funk/
When I run funk, when I run funk,
I'm like 007 when I run funk/
When I run funk, when I run,
Hear a beat, I'm like 007 when I run funk/

When I run funk, when I run,
See the mic, I'm like 007 when I run funk/
When I run funk, when I run funk,
I'm like 007 when I run funk/
When I run funk, when I run,
Hear a beat, I'm like 007 when I run funk/
When I run funk, when I run funk,
I'm like 007 when I run funk/
Track Name: Super Funk (by DJ Moves)
"Super Funk"

(V1.)[Kabal]
Back again with the F-U-N-K it's super,
instant replays with no end game bloopers/
No "S" on my chest, yet I'm blessed with the best,
mad skills to burn your mics up like blazing some ses/
Dusted out, the whole truth, cooking thai so high,
busting out the phone booth looking like Blowfly/
You got a funk emergency? I'm on it with the urgency,
but first give me the courtesy to adhere to my perversities/
A white rapper with claim to shame clowns,
I'm like the bastard love child of Etta James & James Brown/
In 95' Hip Club Groove & Black Belt Jones ruled,
20 years flew you're still getting home schooled/
Taking kids jewels I spit jewels & rock pits,
making big moves with Moves, Tank & Mach Spitz/
Consummating pen & paper, rhyme plans, chasing dreams,
cos' my shit is funkier than 9 cans of shaving cream/

(V2.)[Tank Diggs]
They call me Super Funk but I'm not Terry in a cape,
but I'm so hardcore that I'm as scary as a rape/
Don't ever fuck with Diggs or you'll get stomped on like a grape,
forgiven in confessional by myself for Heaven's sake/
Understand one thing I came to take all I can take,
just to line them up to see how many I can break/
But wait... must speak my mind before it is too late,
Super Funk gave me the power just to simply devastate/
Shift reality, ascend to altered states,
bend it backwards but do not let it break/
Ride the bass line till' it get funkier,
Super Funk in her trunk, watch it get chunkier/
Parliament, Tankadelic,
the end is coming soon you'll need to call a paramedic/
With anesthetic, my rhyme flow poetic,
I'll leave you all indebted to the Super Funk & then I jetted/

(V3.)[Mach Spitz]
Step off the cape 'fore I give it the mad tugs,
Smoke like the bad nugs and bite like the bed bugs/
Right to the funk heat Trash with the junk beat,
Bass snare piano and yer Mano pair of clunk feet/
Road less travelled? Yes I blow the whole path away,
Still the Undebated underrated don like Hathawa/y
Showstopper popper dropping sick riffs like Steve,
Limb loppin cropper with the thick whiffs believe/
Still blowin tweeters flow like the Meters,
Rap form of Gap Band fast passed the speeders/
String up the geeters I bury Paul and Peters,
Long time laughin the tracks all repeaters/
Every song you start again we comin from the heart again,
We here to play the part again in Venom shirts and cardigan/
You ackin the retardagain we hack you with a shard again,
We deep man you derp man you end up in the yard again/
Track Name: Gloomiest Sunday
"Gloomiest Sunday"

(V1.)
Gloomiest Sunday, with shadows I spend it all,
Sit and wonder why you decided to end it all/
The grief I still know is beyond consoling,
Your heartbeat stopped and the bells started tolling/
Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you,
Would they be angry if I thought about joining you?/
Nothing in this world will ever awaken you,
I know where the black coach of sorrow has taken you/
It feels like yesterday we were ripping up raves,
Still haven't made the time to go and visit your grave/
& haven't really figured out why I've waited and waited,
To sit and reminisce about the things we created/
I'll pour a drink on your dirt and blow a super on your tombstone,
For now I'll just settle celebrating with the gloom tone/
Sad Sunday until a crow came to find me,
I don't belong in a church, and so I left you behind me/

(V2.)
Gloomiest Sunday, my hours are slumber-less,
Dearest the shadows that I live with are numberless/
My bell tolled and the wind whispered "Never",
I made it this far but I won't be blessed forever/
Candles and prayers are soon to follow I know,
But let them not weep as I'll be happy to go/
Cus death is no dream once it's finally embracing you,
Can catch you anytime but prefers to be chasing you/
It waits until your spirit and your heart are broken,
Flowers all dead, and the words unspoken/
My eyes could not see the one I wanted to love me,
Amongst the crowd of people that were standing above me/
Here's hoping in the black that I'll be haunting you,
But when I take a look back I realize I never wanted you/
Sad Sunday, turn in my grave & damn the living
"Tell the muthafuckin' worms it's Thanksgiving"/
Track Name: Stick To Your Gunns (by Stew Gunn)
"Stick To Your Gunns"

(Chorus)
Old school blazing, burning like Hades
Flipped it with great ease, & ripped the mic daily
Slim before Shady, spitting for the 80s,
Critics never praised me, "or slipped you no gravy"/
Now it's all fake Gs, Internet scabies,
Who never see stages, running rampant like rabies/
Rumble pack babies, mumble rap lazies,
Acting Jay-Zs "Makes my dad go crazy"/
Do it greatly, but never do it for the ladies,
Never do it for the safety of the cash and the Mercedes,
Swagger like Swayze, daggers can't phase me,
Face a man bravely "that's how my dad raised me"/
Older and achy, still I lace with the racy,
Still be blazing and hazy, still be pasty & glazy,
Kill a microphone greatly, rope a dope gravely,
Still you don't play me "Hope my Dad pays me"/

(V1.)
Back in the day, before the main stream was faking,
I was a metal head boy who saw Beat Street & Breakin'/
I was taken by the culture, started scrap booking raps,
Started scratching on the records and never ever looked back/
Never ever turned my back, or played a stereotype,
I kept the stereo hype, stayed well aware that I'm white/
Writing fresh routines, the only sum of a scene,
Turned 13 & earned my fist drum machine/

(Chorus)

(V2.)
Nowadays kids will rap for all the wrong reasons,
Spit with no meanings your tracks are song treason/
Weened off of passion, obsessing over fashion,
Flash but no action, selling out to cash in/
A flash in the pan, my man you're doomed from the start
Cos' when your ego is that big you got no room for the heart/
So live your life for you , & pick your love right true,
Pursue until you're through & stick to your Gunn like Stew/

(Chorus)
Track Name: Stoned Cold Turkey
"Stoned Cold Turkey"

(V1.)
It started off with green, curious from nicotine,
looking for some hashish and cooking B.T.s for the team/
Stealing Dad's brew, I'm reeling after just a few,
hanging with the skinheads in the forest who all be sniffing glue/
Huffing PAM in baggies, my fucking hands are clammy,
Feeling like I could skateboard from North York down to Miami/
I need a cheaper buzz, immune to weak bud,
until I ate a magic mushroom in a Reese cup/

(chorus)
I fuck with drugs, but tomorrow I won't date you,
in love with drugs, but in the morning I will hate you/
I fuck with drugs, but in the morning I won't date you,
in love with drugs, but tomorrow I will hate you/
Fucking drugs...

(V2.)
Psilocybin, popping pills my doctor ain't prescribing,
hallucinations, now my brain & body coinciding/
"I need a hundred sheet, of white blotter LSD,
California sunshines, and purple double barrels chief"/
And then the rave scene introduced the extacy,
but it ain't effecting me, my tolerance is legacy/
MDMA got me floating round' like a spirit,
you got some mescaline? I'm getting near it/

(chorus)
I fuck with drugs, but tomorrow I won't date you,
in love with drugs, but in the morning I will hate you/
I fuck with drugs, but in the morning I won't date you,
in love with drugs, but tomorrow I will hate you/
So true...

(V3.)
Always said no to blow, until I got a stash bro,
Now I'm saying yes, only on other people's cash flow/
Dope with opium, codeine, amphetamines,
No heroin or crack, but dusting bongs with phencyclidine/
Popping blues, a few bennies and a quaalude,
Percocet & oxys, couch & television, stay glued/
Still smoking blue cheese, clean since my thirties,
the only drugs these days is cold turkey/

(chorus)
I fuck with drugs, but tomorrow I won't date you,
in love with drugs, but in the morning I will hate you/
I fuck with drugs, but in the morning I won't date you,
in love with drugs, but tomorrow I will hate you/
God damn... I'm so done with this shit...
Track Name: Under The Radar (by Upperkutt)
"Under The Radar"

I was a fiend, before I became a teen,
Beat Street between episode of The A-Team/
Painter caps, a batter's glove on my hand with,
Zipper parachute pants & Dad's old pair of Stan Smiths/
Spinning on linoleum, spinning on the cardboard,
Spinning on the grass cus I was just that hardcore/
Totally in love and obsessed with the art form,
Dreaming of success as I'm touring on a barnstorm/
Lip syncing in the mirror with a hair brush,
Forget where I was until the toilet there flushed/
"P.S.K. We're making that green",
People still asking what the fuck does that mean?/
P is for the pre-teen me that be thinking,
Of ripping up microphones and contract inking/
"S for the way you scream and shout"
K for the way that I knock you out/
Dads turntable wrecking vinyl with the cutting,
Spitting bullshit but wasn't really saying nothing/
Rocking over riffs from my man Craig Beattie,
Garage, Boombox, spray cans and graffiti/
Herby Hancock, Grandmaster Flash,
See me body rock, and hand spin so fast/
The treacherous three, Africa Bambatta,
Spinning on my knee then transition to the crab walk/
Moon walk, robot, pop lock, so hot,
Hip hop, dope spot, tick tock, don't stop/
By grade 6 everybody was breakin',
Grade 7 eliminated everyone who was faking/
By grade 8 I was one of the few pale faced,
White boys watching rap grow beyond a Snail's pace/
Blowing up but still under the radar,
30 years later still dear to my grey heart/
Track Name: Golden Heart (f.Mach Spitz)
Golden Heart
(featuring:Mach Spitz)

(V1.)
I was born with a heart from the start of my conception,
Poured it in my art from the start of my reflection/
Fell in love with tunes soon as they went in my ear hole,
Coloured in the lines up in my room at two years old/
A heart of gold for my first two passions,
All I need is a pen & paper & some FrankenBerry rations/
Plus the headphones blasting,
The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Clash, & Black Sabbath/
On the Sabbath looking for some answers,
But all my standards were stymied by cancers/
Highest manner of betrayal was the aftermath,
Filled with darkness now I'm going down a blacker path/
Contemplated suicide, but I'd rather do than die,
Still a kid in middle school, scrutinized & crucified/
Brutalize is my only way to neutralize,
Searching for solutions stupid juvenile on glucosides/
Tried to fight it but the only way to hide it,
Was to lock it up inside but now I'm wound even tighter/
Like a powder keg with a really short fuse,
And if you're standing to close, blown out your sport shoes/
I'd just lose it & fill you with contusions,
Tombstone piledriving all of my confusions/
Black Heart you can call me Owen,
A fork in the road now which way am I going?

(Chorus)[Mach Spitz]
Keep me searching for a heart of gold,
My feet keep beating hard on every road/
& if I'm breathing when I'm grey and old,
Keep me searching for a heart of gold/

(V2.)
The path stops at the darkest of spots,
North Park, freshman, now I'm back at the start/(on your marks)
I went from shark to the bottom of the food chain,
Trying to change so I'm plotting up a new game/
Parties and dames, started up our own band,
Fueling the flames, shady backstabbing underhanded tactics/
And people made from plastic,
My heart changed drastic from black to blackest/
You could say "Blackened" cracked & fractured,
Ass backwards on acid, wrapped in rapture/
Lost in laughter, my thoughts get dafter,
My old black heart put it out to pasture/
Just turned 19, now I'm on my own time,
Opening my door, open my heart, open my own mind/
Socialize and let my insides mobilize,
Still in love with microphones allowing me to vocalize/
The confinements that's deep in my mindset,
I make the blind see lines that I dissect/
The whole time always looking for the one,
To put the fun & the loving in, the bun in the oven with/
But every hit was a Miss, the one who got away,
Every page of every chapter was another shade of grey/
That was painted till my heart turned black again,
But now I'm going for the gold once more and never packing in/

(Chorus)X2
Keep me searching for a heart of gold,
My feet keep beating hard on every road/
& if I'm breathing when I'm grey and old,
Keep me searching for a heart of gold/
Track Name: Porno Freak (Blowfly cover)
"Porno Freak"

(Intro)
While sitting at home playing with my prick,
I decided to take in a flick/
Only dirty movies for this bone,
Like Deep Throat & The Devil in Miss Jones/
I've been called a genius, I've been called a bastard,
But I'm known around my borough as a nasty rapper/
Seka makes a man feel so damn fine,
But her mouth was too small for deez nuts of mine/
No man can resist Miss Sasha Grey,
But she ain't got enough ass to pass this way/
This dick of mine get hard as stone,
Call me Mike Longborne, muthafuck John Holmes/
Being fucked by me, leaves your pussy all calloused,
& if you don't believe it ask Debbie Does Dallas/
All of you freaks no matter where you are,
Listen as I rap about the porno stars/
(It goes...)

(V1.)
Well I was watching my homeboy Johnny Holmes,
Sticking all of that dick in Mrs.Jones/
Now old Johnny Wadd blew his load real fast,
When he crammed that wang in her big ole' ass/
Now they say the Devil taught her how to fuck,
& she got more pussy than you can carry in a truck/
But still that bitch she was never pleased,
When old John asked her what she needs/
(She said a...)

(Chorus)
A porno freak, who can fuck all week,
Hard dicks I seek, I need a porno freak/

(V2.)
Miss Linda Lovelace from Deep Throat,
Can make a man cum with just one stroke/
She can do miracles with that tongue,
And suck your prick till' your ass get numb/
But she ain't ever had no dick like mine,
I'll ram it in her throat 'till it come out her behind/
All the dick she sucked in that movie,
Had her hearing bells ringing but her pussy wasn't groovy/
(She need a...)

(Chorus)
A porno freak, who can fuck all week,
Hard dicks I seek, I need a porno freak/

(Break)
Now when Debbie did Dallas as a cheerleader,
All the football players was just dying to eat her/
The coach of the team even tried to fuck her,
But she looked him in the eye and said "Listen here sucker"/
I need a porno freak,
Who can fuck all week/

(V3.)
Lemme tell ya 'bout a chick with hella-game from hell,
She goes by the name of Emmanuelle/
The bitch is so fine she put a 10 to shame,
She could fuck the devil and drive the Angels insane/
When it came to screwing she couldn't get enough,
She liked getting stuffed real hard and rough/
One look from her could set your ass on fire,
She can make you cum with just the bat of an eye/
(You know what she was?)

(Chorus)
A porno freak, who can fuck all week,
Hard dicks I seek, I need a porno freak/

(Outro)?
Every time I see a chick with a lot of ass,
Old K-Ballz can't help but laugh/
He do something like this, he go...