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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"
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
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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
02:44
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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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One Line feat. Verbal
02:48
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"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
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"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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MATLOCK Illinois
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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