Side X

Hello
You are one of a species called man
I live in a land known as America
In a city called New York
Many find it hard to breathe here
Breath is life, y'know?
But also, truth is life
And well, the inability to breathe is what this record is all about
(I can't breathe! I can't breathe! I can't breathe!)
This is the fourth day of the fifth week
In the fifth month of the third year
Of the seventh decade, in the second millennium
After what has been reported by some
As the death of a man
Named Jesus
But this is not Christ's fault
I'm not the devil
I'm man-made
Living on this planet called Earth
It's a rather small and very crowded planet if you're not a curse
Perhaps even too crowded
By so-called human beings
They find it so very hard to live in peace
But I think I've found a way
Harmony does exist, y'know?
There's just a small cost that I make some pay

Well, I am sealing some of myself
A little bit of Red Burns in what you may call an album
Which itself has been sealed with bad luck
Well, you know that sound, don't you?
So you know what to do
Go on, do it
Go ahead and do it already

I'm feelin' mellow
I'm feelin' mellow
I'm feelin' mellow
I'm feelin' mellow
Yeah
I'm feelin' mellow

Red Burns coming, baby
Red Burns coming, baby
Red Burns coming

New shit! Standing on the Corner!
Y'all niggas locked outside
We live from Medina
Fuck!

Oh baby, oh lord
I know you're feeling so bored (so bored)
And I heard you agree
Since you've given up on me
And I won't make it a sound
That you let the world
Oh, shit!
We should
Can I do, just to stand?
To maybe

Oh honeybee (Good God almighty)
Tired of that phony smile they do
And I'm tired of feelin' myself grinnin' back too
Duckin' 1-2, oooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh

Turn that cocaine to a Benz, or shootin' 'em out the gym
'Cause I sold crack, and it go bang bang
And shoot it out the window
Let them shoot me down, I'll shoot it out the window
Yeah, turn that cocaine to a Benz, or shootin' 'em at the gym
'Cause I sold soap, and they go bang bang
And shoot it out the window
You let them shoot me down, I'll shoot it out the window

Baby, we make the same sound
Just tryin'

We back!

We back!
Gio, what time is it?

Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time
Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time
Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time
Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time
Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time
Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time
Pass time, pass time, pass time, pass time
Pass time

Yeah!

There's them that remember their loved ones when they see a flower
Some claim that comes down on 'em at that good rockin' hour
Some say a rainshower brings it all back home
That's the way it goes, I suppose
Only that ain't the way it goes with me

I remember
Oh yes I remember
Lord knows I remember

Down on 'em, down on 'em, down on 'em
Down on 'em, down on 'em, down on 'em
Some claim it comes down on

You know these young niggas run up old school
With a gun and a mask
And the cops don't stop 'cause they scared
And the kids skin they knees
And somebody daddy barbecuin' on the sidewalk
In the summer, somebody gon' miss they daddy
Somebody always gon' miss they daddy
And it's still light out 8:30 and the clouds turn pink and orange
Like a grapefruit, and red
And red, and red like the invisible stop sign on the corner
That niggas drive by
And somebody mother crying for her baby

Somebody got a new baby, sadly
Or happily, you can never really tell

God damn!

Check, check, check
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la... la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (oh)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la-ah

Que triste, es mi vida
Cuando caminas las mismas islas
Cuando tengo mi tiempo
Y un casita por...
No me mientes

I feel happy
Feel unhappy, unhappy
This that Brown Marv Whoremonger
Happy

Red Burns comin'! Red Burns comin'!
Red Burns, burnin' red like he hate the sun
Because he can't stand in it
Because it burns, it burns, it burns like hell
Know what I'm sayin'? (Hell)
Red Burns, Red Burns comin'! (Hell, hell, hell)
Ooh, y'all not ready! Red Burns comin'!
But ready or not, here he comes!
And I'm tellin' y'all, I see him (I see him)
And I can see everything, from the... (I see him, I see him)

I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him
I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him
I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him
I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him
I see him, I see—
—him
I see him, I see him, I see him, I see him
I see him!

Drive-by

On, let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Get it on
Get it on
Let's get it on, get it on, get it on, -it on, on
Get it on
Baby, wit yo' fine ass
Get it on

I remember me and you, baby
All the things we used to do, baby
Go from the back or from the front
Your bond was my goal
Let's get it on, let's get it on, get it on, I said
Oh little momma, get it on for me
Just get it on for me
Just get it on for me
Just get it on for me
Just get it on for me
I'll get it on for you
Momma, get it on for me
Just get it on for me
Just get it on for me
Just get it on for me
Just get it on for me
I give it all to you

Ahh, ohh, ahh baby
Ahh, ahh, yeah
Just get it on
Just get it on for me
Just get it on for me
Ahh, ohh

And don't forget my new number
Just don't forget my new number
Let's get it on, let's get it on, get it on
Let' s get it on, get it on, let's
La la la la

—Jersey, what it is, Brooklyn
Now available
The West Indian American Day Pa—pa—pa

Welcome back boppers, hip-hoppers, crack-rockers
Welcome back to A143, The Corner
Brown Marv got it crackin' with Red Burns
Reports indicated that Rojo slid over to Brown Marv's block today
Askin' his whereabouts, whoabouts, whatabout
This, that, and the third
And Brown Marv allegedly caught wind
And went to press Red Burns himself
Eyewitnesses from The Corner stated that
The two of them engaged in a brawl and chase situation
The altercation extended to all four corners of the block
Damaging property and obstructing traffic
Police were called to try and defuse the situation
But neither Red Burns nor Brown Marv could be stopped
But that's just what I heard
I don't know nobody, nowhere, no-how
Don't come knockin' on my door
Don't ask me no questions
'Cause all I'mma tell you is that's how life go

Well
Here we are on a city block
Any block
Perhaps it's your block
In the city round my way
Sometimes there's no play
I don't even see a country tree
I never even hear a bumblebee
But one thing I can be sure, it's hearing
Buss it
Puff and roar like lions
Playing in their den
Bup bup bup bup
Won't they ever stop?
Grr
Oh, when?
When?
When?

Bumpity-bump!

You don't want no smoke!
Stay in the house!

You don't know me
Bet you'll never get to know me
Niggas don't know me at all
It's tricknology that makes the world spin 'round slowly
Niggas don't know me at all
You don't own me

Lil monkey niggas turned gorillas
I forgive you, I forgive you!
Hustlin' just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars
Honeys that shake they ass in bars
You know you wouldn't be involved
With the underworld dealers
Carriers of mac milly
East coast bodiers, west coast cap peelers

It's a shame when
You never gave it
All you had
(Fuck)
Never gave me an honest fair chance
(God damn!)
Set up against
Like some canned pears
Where to?
Where you never gain
Set up against
Like some canned pears
You never gave me an honest fair chance
What good does that do?

Yeah, it's heaven and then there's hell, niggas
One day you're cruisin' in the 7
Then the next day you, your alibis ain't matchin' up
Bullshit catchin' up
Shit was all good just a week ago
About to start snitchin', ain't you?
Ready to start bitchin', ain't you?
I forgive you, I forgive you!
Hustlin' just ain't you

Like some canned pears
I love you
What good does that do?
I love you
Maybe I do
What good does that do?
Nothing's changed, nothing's changed
What good does that do?
What good we are too
I'd love to get it
I love you
But what good does that do?

It's a shame that
Love was wasted
On you fool, and now
(Fuck!)
Spoiled and promised, that thing
You never gave it
All you had
You never gave me an honest fair chance
(Ha, ha!)
Like some canned pears
(Yeah!)
Like some
Like some
Maybe we ain't just stars born
(Money)

I love New York, but why don't it love me back?

Nigga

With a stack
New shit!
New Standing on the Corner!
New shit!
New- shit- on the Corner!
-Ing on the Corner!
New- shit!
New- s-
New Standing on the-
Lord have mercy

How does one kill oneself without knowing it?
Tricknology
A human hunts for wolves by putting ice over a razor blade
And the wolf licks the ice out of thirst
But at the same time cuts its tongue until it bleeds to death
-Gy
A human puts a worm on a hook
And then throws it in the river waiting for the fish to bite the bait
Knowing that the hook will go through the fish's mouth
Trick-
A human get a block of cheese, put it on a mousetrap
Waiting for the mouse to try to eat it
Knowing that the trap will kill the mouse
-Gy
How humans use -gy against animals
We make the wolf feel pleasure in its own death
As far as the fish and the mouse go, we tricked them
By showing them something they want
Like cheese or a worm, just to kill them
To kill a mouse not hard
'Cause a mouse don't have a brain that's as smart as a human's
But the mouse does have enough brain to sense death
If you pick up a broom and try to kill the mouse
It's gon' run, right?
Even a roach gon' run when it sense death like a human
Sense is essential to us in tricknology
Who and how is tricknology performed? On us
The devil is that spirit which lives within you
Not a red man with horns
It's a piece of the soul which all humans have
Have you ever heard the saying
"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled
Was to make you think he didn't exist"
It's true, it's the basis point for understanding trickn-
There's this analogy I really love that I think I told you before
How does a boxer know how to fight when he steps into the ring?
I mean, have you ever witnessed a boxer
Step into the ring by himself and start fighting? No
Because something has to exist in front of his eyes for him to swing
If he can't sense something there or see an opponent
He's not gon' fight or run away from harm
This is how that piece of the soul in trick- works
It's something you can't see because you believe it's you
You can't imagine a world where people can sense the devil in them
Sense the tricknology and fight it off because it's destined to them
What Red Burns is about
Men abusing dope no different than a wolf who lick ice
And constantly we're fish craving a worm
Nothing stop the hook from getting in the mouth
Because it has been destined and this is how the devil fights
The art of -nology is when we can't fight the enemy
When you think the enemy doesn't exist