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Coffee & Cannabis

by MATLOCK

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"Let It All Hang Out" Written and performed by MATLOCK for Fly Pig Music (ASCAP) Verse 1. Get thrustin', disgustin' Fuck a host, don't need no introduction Startin' to sweat now, (woo!) I'm bussin' Off the perc-a perc-a percussion Another day in the city of Kick Rocks Bunch of clowns tryna' battle rap at the big-top Just then a voice came out the back of the gift shop (Oh shit that new Matlock shit dropped!) Hell breaks loose when I drop my single (yeah) Robbers chase cops, all the twats will tingle (ooh) Any motherfucker try to stop the gringo It's Doc Holliday meets Johnny Ringo (Bingo) But I ain't come to scrap or fight I came to kill the party like I'm Mack the Knife And I don't really give a fuck if you' black or white You gonna shake that big fat ass tonight! (alright!) Hook 1: Grab the mic and show you what It's about I tear it down no doubt (Let it all hang out) I boogie-woogie with a blunt in my mouth Party people in the house (Let it all hang out) I'm gonna shake it 'til my jeans goes south And all the white girls shout (Let it all hang out) C'mon baby make ya big butt bounce (And just Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce) Verse 2. Fool, peep, givin' you a new sneak peek (peek) Never have you seen such a unique freak (freak) I keep the "Five On It" beat on repeat (repeat) I chief a pound of the cheeba each week (each week?) Do I speak Greek? (eek) Not a gram or two (nah) Turn your attitude (what) into gratitude (yeah) Kill a show, make 'em say "ho!", then I slam a brew Leave with 2 broads (God damn what an animal!) (sound effect) Matty' moves to the beat of his own drum If you ain't never been dead you're no fun (none) Scraped me up off the road was so done Like ("Oh shit! How was hell son? Let's blow one") That's the medicine, reason my eyes are redder than A fire engine, higher than Willie Nelson has ever been I step in the dispensary, steady spendin' my Benjamins I roll that fuckin' shit up, I light up, and then I represent! ('sent!) Hook 2: Grab the pen and show you what I'm about I break it down no doubt (Let it all hang out) Run thru the beat like I run thru an ounce Party people in the house (Let it all hang out) I shake it shake it 'til my jeans go south And all the black girls shout (Let it all hang out) C'mon baby make ya' big butt bounce (And just Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce) Bridge: One two, you know what to do Three four, bounce some more It go' five six, get your fix Seven eight, percolate And now nine ten, grab ya' friend 'Leven twelve, shake your shelves All the guys on the side lookin' tough as hell If ya' don't like Matlock, fuck yourselves Verse 3. Back on the scene like Mister Kotter If you owe me money, better hit me proper All the baby-mamas go and fix your knockers Little rappers tell me how much that you missed you Father And I'm finna drop it like a bag of ice Do it for the love, not to stack the likes Hip-Hop's dead? You don't gotta ask me twice Let's shock this motherfucker back to life Hook 3: Grab the mic and show you what it's about I tear it down no doubt (Let it all hang out) Just boogie-woogie with a blunt in ya' mouth Party people in the house (Let it all hang out) I'm gonna shake it 'til my jeans goes south And all the brown girls shout (Let it all hang out) C'mon baby make ya big butt bounce And just Bounce, bounce (Let it all hang out) Run thru the beat like I run thru an ounce This ain't my first cookout (Let it all hang out) I'm Rick James bitch, fuck yo couch...
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"Tom (My Upstairs Neighbor)" Written and performed by MATLOCK for Fly Pig Music ASCAP Verse 1: I hear him walkin' back and forth all day long My upstairs neighbor, his name is Tom Something's wrong with him, think his brain is dead Or maybe there's some kind of metal plate in his head The village idiot, a loud-mouthed baffoon Rum-dumb, every day he's drunk by noon He's got a damn Christmas tree in every room There's nothin' wrong with that but it's the middle of June Out here with his shirt off, winter through the summer Talkin' to himself again, diggin' in the dumpster Pissin' off the plumber, chattin' up the cable guy Standin' in the lot with his tits out ("Hi!") Tries to talk to people that live up in our buildin' They rush to get away from him and shield their children Waterin' his fake flowers all day long My upstairs neighbor, his name is Tom Verse 2: Big sports fan, every touchdown and dunk He stomps on the floor, hoots, howls, and grunts I hear him fallin' over when he gets too drunk Rattle, smash, boom, bash, rumble, bump, bang, thunk His wife's real quiet and she looks like a man She got one giant fist and a regular hand She goes to get his beer for him at 8 in the mornin' He's outside waitin' there to carry the Coor's in The buildin' next to us got a crazy dude too They' posted up together like a crazy little crew Crazy as a loon, crazy is as crazy do Man them crazies stick together crazy like crazy glue The crazy thing is, the craziest of all Is that he never sleeps and I mean not a second y'all I hear him walkin' back and forth all night long My upstairs neighbor, his name is Tom Verse 3: Hey kid you want your bike back? It's probably in the bike rack In back of the apartments here 'cause fuckin' Tom's like that Got one with a basket, one with a side car Old bikes, broke bikes, yo' bike, a rickshaw It's a damn eye-sore, hope they come fine him Why you got these bikes Tom? You're too drunk to ride 'em I just want some peace and quiet, that would be nice But it's full-blast Christmas music every night And when he fights with his cat I have to listen And if you want Matt's opinion the cat's been winnin' I'm rappin' on the ceilin' with a baseball bat He yells "fuck you!" and I yell "fuck you!" back I can't kick him down the stairs 'cause that would be wrong And I can't call the law so I wrote you a song And I'm gonna play it real loud all night long My upstairs neighbor, fuck you Tom
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My Car 03:43 video
"My Car" Written and performed by MATLOCK for Fly Pig Music (ASCAP) Hook: I go near I go far Sounds blast, got gas n my cigar Shades on, heads up, stay off radar Sit back, sail out, on this guitar I go near I go far Up roads, down highways so bizarre North south, East west, next stop the stars Boy where you go well there you are Verse 1. I put my key in the ignition Gas combusts and thus pumps the pistons Then I shift it into drive and I'm outee And I mash the pedal 'til there ain't another soul around me And as my body is propelled through space and time It's the perfect medication to erase my mind You trying to hit my line I don't hear you As the drama and the bad news disappears in the rearview Got a clear view of everything in front of me Thoughts are growing their own legs and they're runnin' free Wanna run up in this office like "wake up!" And liberate these animals shackled to a pay stub No fake love, or any kind of penitentiary Could ever bind me, I'd find the exit eventually Was meant to be as free as eagles, I go soarin' by Just me and Bob Dylan, the thrill of the open road and my car Hook: I go near I go far Sounds blast, got gas n my cigar Shades on, heads up, stay off radar Sit back, sail out, on this guitar I go near I go far Up roads, down highways so bizarre North south, East west, next stop the stars Boy where you go well there you are 2. Now I'm higher than the tree tops Looking down on the towns, from on this steep rock All deceit stops and nothing is a mystery I see the here and now, what was, and all that is to be Energy is dead right, zen-like Next hundred miles all road, no red lights Then I barrel down the highway at astounding speeds Like the answer to life's meaning is out beyond these trees Now somebody please could you explain Forward movement and the affects on the human brain? When accelerated 9 hours plus Does the drive we take awake the drive in us? If you feel your mind is stuck, do yourself a favor Just get on the road and go, it could liberate ya' Thank me later, keep on driving 'til you reach the sky You see me rolling too just throw a peace sign to me in my car Hook: I go near I go far Sounds blast, got gas n my cigar Shades on, heads up, stay off radar Sit back, sail out, on this guitar I go near I go far Up roads, down highways so bizarre North south, East west, next stop the stars Boy where you go well there you are
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"Tough Love" Written and performed by MATLOCK for Fly Pig Music (ASCAP), and Wes Restless for Wes Restless (ASCAP) 1. Hey you, yeah you, walking with your head down Under that depression hoodie, sunk into your self-doubt Help yourself out, no need to be resentful It's just you see a void I see an infinite potential And, Life ain't gentle, there's soldiers coughing up blood Don't tell me 'bout your rough month or you ain't got enough stuff This is tough love, look at all that you've been handed Folks with less from down the hill would kill for what you take for granted Man, get a hold of your emotions Crying ain't gon' help you put back together what's broken, nah And neither is smokin or crackin' bottles It's a temporary fix, the stress will be back tomorrow Now if you're wallowing in sorrow thinking "Jesus How in the hell will I make it over this mountain?" you should peep this Cut it up into pieces, if I'm lyin' I'm dyin' How do you eat an elephant? (How?) One bite at a time, cmon! 2. Likes on Facebook give you a shot of dopamine And makes you fell you've conquered the impossible or so it seems Only thing you've really done is put off your passion And traded in your art for some heart emoji reactions And, you were jammin', the magic ceased, what happened man? You ever gonna paint us this masterpiece? Do you have a plan? Can you stand in front the mirror and say I've done my best To follow through and live the life I promised to my younger self? Nobody else ever done it, don't listen to 'em Naysayers words ain't got no power unless you give it to 'em Can't envision victory? Change your view The only thing that stands in front of your way is you You know it's true man you're a beast, what are you doin'? Snoozing on your skills when you should be showin' and provin'? So, what are you choosin', sleeping all day, or fightin'? What are you scared of losing, or are you afraid you might win? 3. The whole planet's caught up in the matrix We need to put them phones down now and get back to basics Like, how to raise kids, how to grow your own food Good nutrition is the medicine they never told you Get a whole new perspective on reality Don't trade your dreams and aspirations for a salary The tragedy is when I see you cave in to the pressure When I sure you're strong enough to persevere through any weather Your ancestors got by in the coldest winters Planted in Spring time and rode the rivers Dripped sweat when the Summer sun was the harshest Then Autumn came and they reaped a glorious harvest In humble garments they carried out insane feats With simple tools they built schools and tamed beasts Those same genes are in you homie you can do this Pull yourself together and rise above, no more excuses!
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"Coffee & Cannabis" Written and performed by MATLOCK for Fly Pig Music (ASCAP) Verse 1. It's time for the percolator Fire up the coffee maker Every morn' I take it back to nature Charlie, have you seen my pack of papers? I wake up, feed the dog, go to that spot Make a pot of Joe and a bowl of that pot Have a couple cups, chug it even though it's so hot Then I double up, another one you know I don't stop We used be thugs with drugs Now we're doing nugs and mugs Scientifically I dont' know what this does But that marijuana caffiene buzz is love Puff on my bowl, sip my beverage Puff, sip, sip, puff, sip, get the message? It's the cornerstone of any well balanced breakfast Cannabis and coffee, let's make some fuckin' records Verse 2. I pour another cup and roll up Both have a robust aroma That's why my crib smells like tons of doja Caught on fire right in the middle of a Dunkin Donuts You know what? Both are gettin' ground One will speed me up, one slows me down Both come in a bag, one's green, one's brown You prolly got played if it's the other way around The weeds for this damn psychosis The beans helps a man to focus Put em both together while I jam this dopeness I'll probably fuck around and write a magnum opus My vote is going for the candidates Cannabis and coffee, coffee and cannabis That's my favorite team from New York to Los Angeles Take a little sip of both, now I feel fabulous
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"Just Tryna Keep My Balls Out The Gutter" Written and performed by MATLOCK for Fly Pig Music (ASCAP) Verse 1. I'll come to your town and let you kick your sickest rap And give you 16 reasons why that shit is wack Then look you in your face and take the biggest crap Right inside your stupid fuckin fitted cap and give it back You want to build but never banged a hammer You're runnin' from work like you're evading capture Look at your new LP, I can't contain my laughter (Ha ha! Is THIS the crap you paid to master?) Make your favorite rapper my little bitch Treat him with hatred, malice, and wickedness Send him out for a weed run, and get me some of them chicken strips And one more thing pussy (what?) get some dips! To the tick tock of the metronome I scribble out these heaters 'til all the ink in the pen is gone Somebody get Deluge on the telephone Tell him I'm gonna beat that ass, (And once again it's on) Hook: (Hey Matlock how you been muhfucka?) Oh you know man, just trying to keep my balls out the gutter Eat food, live free like a birdy, burn bud And keep the bedposts rockin' all night (alright) Verse 2. You ain't knowing about these dues I paid How to get that pro sound out of a Super 8 Corny kids from up in Skokie trying to dupe my tape Man if Matt was still alive he'd punch you in your stupid face! But I been dead a couple years now Wanna bring me back to the big show? Here's how Put my CD in a ring of fire and real loud Sing every word from "Stayin' Alive" and I'll appear POW! Like a rattlesnake I'll shed my skin Show up at the local open mic night and begin again Set it on the best emcee, rip that fucker limb from limb Push up on your womenfriend and dog 'em out like Rin Tin Tin! (Woof!) Exactly Call me Lil' Bigfoot , Matty Ice if you're nasty Lightning in a bottle, bright sunny day in a baggie Mr. throw a party greater than Gatsby, dat me! (Hook) Verse 3. I heard your record man that shit's weak You need to do some soul searching, dig deep Go home and rub your baby-mama's big feet You should put the music down and drink bleach (preach!) Ayo somebody gotta spank these kids (Fuck Matlock, I don't know who he think he is) I'm the one that'll run up in your vocal booth and take a piss Tug on Superman's cape and cross out a Banksy bitch Dick, prick, yeah I'm all those You forgot asshole, and motherfucker also Yo, I hope you get kicked in the balls Joe I hope ya' bump into your dresser with your small toe! Yo I almost forgot, your dame's a thot She's fellate a football team for a bag of flamin hots Maybe you're nice as me on this mic or maybe not Maybe fuck yourself, peace out y'all, thanks a lot! (Hook)
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The Jam 03:30 video
"The Jam" Written and performed by MATLOCK for Fly Pig Music (ASCAP) Verse 1. Elbow macaroni had beef with shells And the 3 Musketeers fought the Keebler Elves Nerds wouldn't even leave the shelves Cause the mothafuckin' Lemonheads were deep as hell Patty Melt's on the stroll would ya' look at that Ben & Jerry asked Matt "Where the cookies at?" Quickdraw McGraw's on the wall slangin' Sugar Smacks (Mom can we get this?) (No baby put it back) Then Snap Crackle and Pop Told Chester Cheetah chill he was attractin' the cops When they heard Trix the Rabbit was back on the block They went up to 5th Ave and beat his ass on the spot Lucky said you'll never get my Charms And Mike was tryin' to do Ike harm Then Jimmy Dean, come intervene with his firearm And said "There ain't shit sweet here in Hillshire Farms" The Brawny Man was causin' a damn scene Italian Beef told him to scram please Brawny started trippin', slappin' the canned peas Beef locked the door on 'em "Now you's can't leave" Mr Peanut said "They gon' go nuts" Let's hit the Tropicana everyone knows us I said "That's nice and all but when the guns go bust The Gortons Fisherman's the only one I trust" Verse 2. Now Strawberry Shortcake and Toucan Sam Were gettin' hella butter off a food stamp scam And Wonder Bread sued canned Spam And bought a house in Land-O-Lakes and a new Trans Am Little Debbie RIP'd the Hostess For the cream now she sleeps with the Goldfish But ya' know that she was poppin' Pez Said she got it from Juan Valdez Now Apple Jack sailed out with Cap n Crunch But Jack was sick of Turkey always actin' tough He said "You got a bone to pick? I'll eat yo ass for lunch!" Franken Berry had to break it up like "That's enough!" In comes Paul Newman, like "What y'all doin'?" Umbrella Girl said "We got a big storm brewin'" Dinty Moore's stewin' and offered her some Cookie Crook got locked up by Officer Crumb Snuggle Bear was there break the static The pickle Stork's in, ain't a Vlassic Cracker Jack pulled out the Magnum, makin' it drastic Asked him "How you want it dog, paper or plastic!?" Blasted his Stove Top all over the pavement Salmon called the Pork, they got the aisle barricaded Mamba hollered "Sweet Baby Ray I can't take it!" Dr Pepper said "Yo I don't think he's gonna make it" Verse 3. Remember Slim Jim that used to flip them onions? He's in the Navy Beans on a frickin' gunship Chicken Nugget did some dumb shit And ended up in rehab for sniffin' Fun dip Kit Katt is dead? Gimme a break The Owl inquired "How many licks did it take?" Then Drake was like "Yo what's with all the murders lately? This ain't no kind of place to raise the Gerber baby" Now Famous Amos and Sloppy Joe Took a ride with Haagen Dazs it was a Rocky Road Twinkie the Kid was like, "Lock n load" And they caught Apple Pie slippin' he was a la' mode Oscar Meyer's a lyin' phony He's smokin' Pop Rocks don't buy his baloney "Loan me little bread" he said "I'm in poor health" I'm like "Man you better Hamburger Help yourself" Mr Clean had the Senoritas I'm talkin' Sun Maid to Miss Chiquita Said "I used to be in love with Michelina's Until Marie Calendar came in between us Back then I was a Hungry Man And Mrs Paul's got a crusty clam But she had a booty bigger than a country ham And I'm a bad mother Smucker PUMP UP THE JAM!"
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Bella 03:46
"Bella" Written and performed by MATLOCK for Fly Pig Music (ASCAP) Verse 1. Bella was a hell of a dog just let the record show She was better people than most the people I met befo' Long as I had my little shadow then I was never 'lone She was my buddy, the best dog I ever known That little ham-bone 'd' gimme paw, I'd give her biscuits We'd snuggle, I'd give her hugs, she'd give me kisses All in my business, want a bite of my deli-sub Then jump up on the bed begging me for some belly rubsShe'd come up with her rope, and want to play with you She knew if you were feeling sad and come and lay with you Press her pretty head on your chest and rest all day with you Stay with you, lick on your face and wash away the blues Family fueds, she always kept the peace But be quick to bite your face off if you stepped to me People'd say you slaving for that stupid dog like a fool And I'd say, who you calling stupid dog? She's smarter than you (it's true) Bella was a hell of a dog just let the record show She was better people than most the people I met befo' Long as I had my little shadow then I was never 'lone She was my buddy, the best dog I ever owned Verse 2. One day she was chasing birdies in the back yard I heard her yelp and I came running out so damn hard She broke her leg and I said baby it's gon' be alright I scooped her up, ran to the doctor at the speed of light The vet was like I'm sorry I got bad news Bella's got bone cancer and you have to choose Either we can take the leg or it's euthanasia And I said doc, anything that we can do to save her I picked her up from surgery, I got you Them other dogs are getting put to sleep but not you Then she looked down at her 3 legs and got blue I told her, "that's ok baby, look, I only got two" Hopped to, we hit the town, didn't let it get her down She was back to chasing birds before she got her stitches out And all the neighbors were amazed at how she zipped around (wow) Look at her go, that spoiled rotten biscuit hound Bella was a hell of a dog just let the record show She was better people than most the people I met befo' Long as I had my little shadow then I was never 'lone She was my buddy, the best friend I've ever known Verse 3. We got another year of memories just like they said Then the cancer came back, and it spread I fed her everything I could to try and keep her weight Made her a t-bone steak, you should have seen her face When she was dying I was crying a vicious rain And she was trying to comfort me, like "it's ok" Then she gave me one last look as if to say "Goodbye", closed her eyes, and slipped away Today I buried you beneath the pine trees Took all I had to keep from falling down on my knees Said my peace and the greyest sky just burst open I just stood there and wailed, in the dirt soakin' When I was broken into pieces only you could fix me This life, it's worth livin', you convinced me You'll be with me as long as this planet should twirl Here lies Bella the dog, she was a good girl Bella was a hell of a dog just let the record show She was better people than most the people I met befo' Long as I had my little shadow then I was never 'lone You were my buddy, my best friend, where'd you go?
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"The Last White Man On Earth" Written and performed by MATLOCK for Fly Pig Music (ASCAP) Verse 1: And he came from the sea with blue eyes and white skin With a cross and his book a white God his weapon He sought to civilize these so-called savages But their culture was so much more righteous than his And he lied he shook hands and backstabbed the redman And he gave him disease then he stole all his land The black man slavery took his identity (Warped his brain, whips and chains, don't forget the Chinese) They built the railroad and were shot in their backs That's why they say you ain't got a Chinaman's chance Divided people by class to keep them apart Enslaved blacks and poor whites they were down in the start He controlled media conjured up constant war To distract his people from the fact they were poor And put blame on a face that don't look like he do (Any lie that you tell long enough, becomes true) Hook 1: Lord knows I never done no wrong Told no lies I don't hate no one If I must die don't forget my song No it won't be long (it won't be long) No don't cry son you must be strong Dry your eyes try to carry on Say bye bye come tomorrow morn Baby I'll be gone (yeah I'll be gone) Verse 2: Time goes by and he sees less and less white faces More and more different people a different languange Studies show low birth rate steady year after year Now the whites we're in flight paranoid full of fear Mass shootings manifestos homegrown terrorists Killer cops KKK and the white, nationalists But he finally became the minority (In the year of his lord 2043) He circled his wagons and declared marshall law Lines were drawn many died in the new civil war His land was invaded like he did the natives The racists were then forced on to reservations Trail of tears, my oh my how the tables had turned Millions watched on TV as the white house it burned And white skin was outlawed then a new genocide (To mock their religion they were all crucified) Hook 2: Lord knows I never done no wrong Told no lies I don't hate no one If I must die don't forget my song No it won't be long (it won't be long) A nightime sky brings a whole new dawn Unify or we won't go on The truth don't rise come tomorrow morn' Baby we'll be gone (we'll all be gone) Outro: They knew that I still breathed and they searched and they searched And I ran for my life but was caught near a church Tomorrow I'm to die in the place of my birth For the crimes of my kind the last white man on earth

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"This is one of the dopest albums of the year. I've heard it 5 times already and I always hear something new. No project is touching this album right now"
- Ang13

"Some people think inside the box, some people think outside of the box, this album thinks fuck the box"
- Smoke Da Soulja

"Every song is dope!!!!"
- Yodarock

"Flow and creativity is still at a elite level…Bella choked me up and I don’t even have a fucking dog"
- Greg Grammar

"This album is a must have!"
- Brad Bailey, Hip-Hop Lifers

"This album is SHITTING on everything right now. A more thorough version of Bukowski. A great piece of art"
- Norml One

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released April 20, 2022

1, 4, 5, 6, 11 & 12 produced by DreamTek
1 & 6 co-produced by Matlock
2 & 10 produced by DJ Alo
3 produced by Kaz 1
7 & 9 produced by Panama Beats
8 produced by Obvious Bane

Cuts on 5 & 10 by DJ Alo
Cuts on 8 by The Original EF Cuttin
Cuts on 7 & 11 by Improv The Supervillain

Recorded @ various locations
Mixed & mastered by DreamTek @ Fallout Shelter Studios

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Matlock is an upper echelon lyricist, gifted songwriter and underground hip-hop luminary. He has spent more than twenty years making timeless material for his devoted fan base which has grown into what is now a worldwide cult following. His larger than life persona and independent hustle has gained him legendary status, and millions of plays without a major record label. ... more

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