1. |
Cooler BnB Jingle
00:20
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It'd be way cooler
If you stay cooler
At the Cooler BnB
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2. |
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Ha, ha, ha, haaa, check out this bizarre
Rabid style made by me, J to the T, you bring
Money, I'll get you skating, this is not a plaything
Maybe stay within your lane to keep hospitals waiting
Industry been watching, our facts of life blossom, from
Big bang to jeopardy, kinda like Mayim Bialik
Since we made it awesome, lots of haters lost some
Posers all adopt the style, because they want some
Cops tried to stop some, rippers with their prop guns
Lucky that we got a grip and don't get up and mob some
Only sport that every cohort, is supposed to flop some
Envy me like MVPs or lsd and drop some
Lackluster and wanton, shipwrecks set to rot some
Derelict problems - lagan, jetsam and flotsam, we're
staying alive, opposite of playing possum
Shit's changed a lot son, the Industry is on one
The industry, is goin' off
The industry, is goin' off
The industry, is goin' off
The biz, it goes on, it goes on
Hey there everybody and regardless of your partying
Some of us are old enough to be the culture guardian
Not saying I'm smarter than, aged like Atari and
Represent the plain states, LAX to La Guardian
When I started riding, skating was arising
Variflex was dying, Nash was high and dry and
Powell started thriving when Peralta retired and
Santa Cruz was shining, SMA was Blinding
H-Street was surprising, Hensley was my guy and
Anything he was trying Natas was no complying,
Sliding into slappies and spinning on fire hydrants
Hook-Ups were beguiling, Birdhouse started flying
Thrasher was reciting, the letter of the vibe and
Baker Boys were high and, Zoo Yorkers were fly and
Vans was driving, while Vision's license was expiring
Nike tried climbing in with, no rider mileage
But they're still surviving, just one more Goliath
Red Bull keeps on hiring, and Monster is a tyrant
Money keeps us hungry enough they can do the firing
In the end, we make the rules they must comply with
The industry, is goin' off
The industry, is goin' off
The industry, is goin' off
The biz, it goes on, it goes on
If you kill the metaphors and inside jokes, all I'm saying is
Without us, they got nothing, never forget that
We don't need them, they need us
In the end, middlemen don't matter
Skate to create, DIY or Gator die
Let 'em try, don't think, just ride
Rip in peace, Jonas Wray, Phil Shao
And of course, the greatest of greats, Biz Markie
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3. |
Monopollie
02:16
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Drive past some shack, looking like a box
Stepping on the gas, I don't wanna get shot
Jetting fast, catching cats, doing what I want
It's Capo's ass, that's my man, buying up the block
Fresh off papers, I made a way with a
Lot a weed, coppers stole my ganja on some highway
Robbery, seeking to wager a favor, maybe get a
Property, gotta roll the dice, if I wanna play
Monopollie, had a chance to flow, so I took it to a
Loan shark, got the advance to go, booking on my
Own arc, skating and rapping until I happened into
Board talk, copped Baltic Avenue, rehabbed it to a
Boardwalk, crypto gotten gains, started sizing up the
Block chains, Joe's got some back hoes, bulldozers and
Stock trains, all these damn ams skating, making too much
Yard waste, swam the Mediterranean, drained it for a
Park Place, see boards everywhere, I need boards
Everywhere, carry three boards with me, drinking Keefer and
Perrier, got Christian Slater hair, rock top notch
Skater gear, KDHX let me put their antenna here
Pirate radio's in the air, not every single
Neighbor cares, if you see Gabe near, make sure he's looking
Very scared, stay the fuck away from here, next time I'm not
Playing fair, hog tie you up, onto the train tracks and
To a chair, still get B & O from a Short Line,
No more court time, weed and skateboarding is no crime
It's go time, Reading Railroad goes by the
Cooler Complex, community chest is so kind
Shout out to the Always Hard guys and my man Bryan
The learning curves, slow grinds on my own dime
All roads lead home, when you pave Rome with lime
Adding bromine, helps keep the stoke alive
Now that I got the block locked, it's like a gold mine
All mine, yup, it's all mine
Once I connect these vertebrae, it's all spine
Vying for best in the state, greatest of all time
Bob Cassilly pride, Frank Lloyd fucking Wright
3,6,9, Tesla divine
These pumps are forever primed
Skaters by design dude, don't shoot
Now we jumping off the roof, do, do, do, do
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4. |
Sk8 Liborius Roll Models
02:31
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Lurking as a lark, for the pure enjoyment, or
Working at the park just to get your boys in
All spots exist to skate, and destroy them
Adrenaline, sex or drugs, pick your poison
Getting your fix from 10,000 flowers
Or hitting your tricks for 10,000 powers
The fog of my war from 10,000 showers
Logging installments of 10,000 hours
Killing old codes, Xbox to locked chests, ceasing
The search for Animal Chin and Loch Ness
Some feeling old, wishing to adult less
Competing for gold, if you can pass a drug test
Anarchist athletes who win those lottos, and
Find soulmates who swallow whole bottles
Party goers put on the brakes and slow throttles
Wind up in pole position - call 'em roll models
Tunnel vision is the norm for a cyclops
Or, if you're into boards and buying blocks
For the sake of skating itself. Lord why not?
Use your wood, before you end up with dry rot
Change happens, don't let it begrudge you
Some become men, others become dudes
The laws can't be undone, just because you come to
Don't homophobe, long boarders need love too
Scavenger hunting, clips and a script
Managing one thing for furthering bliss
Gathering yunguns for these nerve-ending whims
Probably gonna need plenty of surgical pins
Leaving black and blue prints like Blues Clues or
Doing Yutornados to bruise crews
You know? To go there, you are what you ate
I think, therefore, I am what I skate
Crusty or smooth, kinky or straight
Don't take it personal, this is the way
Carving up cake with the pros all day
Cops showed up, cause the neighbors are lame
First time? Let it slide and forgive 'em, but
If they're trying to keep us off the grind, evict 'em
The truest way to exist - barter system
You know what your problem is? Yeah, narcissism
No excuses, like pumping the loops, or
City politics got you jumping thru hoops
Rumor mill full tilt, dumping the scoops, if your
Mind's full of shiz, guess you're nothing but poop
Vain glorious stuff to get into
My man's Delorian is clutch when the rent's due
Straight notorious, don't let a father bend you
Sk8 Liborius, the saga continues
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5. |
Kickflips
04:43
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Kickflips, man, what a concept
Ollie, a lil' flick, and land on it
A board is difficult enough, just to stand on it
I'm gonna have to tough it out, I plan on it
'88, slated as double infinity
I made skating my thing, cause it doesn't limit me
Forged with fire, and soaring dragon energy
Born a wood tiger, this cat's got tremendous chi
Fourteen, and loving every minute of it
More dreams coming true, like sticking manny shuvits
Danny Way's my age, and up and coming
Going pro for H-Street, jealous, but still love him
Any day child, I'll figure out how, to
Land this trick, like the Mack came the town
Running these streets, and ready to take a bow
Come on feet, step it up, let's make it now
Fuck you! By now I shoulda stuck you
Is my grip tape done, or is it these dumb shoes?
All I got is clues, like a gumshoe
This shit is unlearnable like kung-fu
Fuck me! Until I get lucky, I'm a
Poser, and all these motherfuckers are above me
Seems like it's just me, out of everybody
Come on board! You're supposed to be my buddy
Fuck off! Is it me, or am I a dummkopf?
Is this how Jordan feels, losing a dunk off
Every time? My brain's fried like tater tots
Every line I try gets stymied by this skater block
Fucking hell! This is not going fucking well
My stock is plummeting, don't make me fucking sell
Seven months of talk, nothing to fucking tell
Like I'm dyslexic, still trying to fucking spell
Holy shit! I nearly landed it
Don't get too excited yet, keep practicing
Damn that was close, stay focused, keep tracking it
It'll be the key to my city, once I'm handed it
Golly gee! Another rad attempt
Ollie, ollie income free, like I'm tax exempt
This'll be the best me I've ever been
Try number hundred and three, and I'm spent
Wake up again, hit the pavement
Take a big breath, visualize making it
Not quite, but close, just take it in
No more monkey business, no more aping it
Unlock the code, bit by bit
Wearing out my clothes, fit by fit
Patiently awaiting to get my gift
Then...
Landed! Oh my God, I landed it
Like an alien from a half pipe planet
What a year, I could barely stand it
Haven't hit puberty yet, but I manned it
Whew! I took my board and slammed it
Over one thousand flips before I finally snagged it
So many sad trips and over blown gaskets, I
Laid it and hatched this trick, like an egg in a basket
No wonder, all these up and comers had quit
Almost two summers I spent, mad as shit
To think some states banned this, as if!
One blink, and I'm a skater for life, that's it
That's the shit
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6. |
Always Hard
02:41
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Always hard, carving every last carbon shard
Silica forged, masonic youth, basilica charged
Italiano born, pasta carbonara
Our plants fuck you up - little shop of horrors
Skipping past the whores, finna fiord explore her
Flipping boards, more tricks conscripted in the torah
Moon walking over runes, borealis aurora
Nuke Nagasaki, puke soddom and gommorah
Dune, shoots from muadib's aura
Making stone out of sand, we're terra-forming
Spice from the worm, to harness electric storming
God's gift with true grit it takes to make a foreman
Conquer the desert in general, stormin' norman
And climb cliffs like vets storming normandy
Normally, normies can't touch us morally
Boring me, shut your glory hole cheeks and pour the 'crete
Always hard, always hard
Always hard, our word is bond and always ours
Like good slappy curbs that are always scarred
Once upon a try, there's nada reward, but
Once you try 10,000 times, for 10,000 hours
It's on, adversaries get the gong
Piss off back to your sewing circle-jerk, spin the yarn
Our only victory is building, willing to brave the norm
There's a lonely history of sissies betting the farm
No regrets, that's French, a coward with arms
No forgetting the war men who profit off the harm
Survival of the fittest isn't the best for the barn
Before we blow the roof off, the calm before the storm
When our bus pulls up, get on, but
If you're a dick or a cunt, get the fuck off
We respect more action, and less talk
Except for Bedwell, long as he's talking, he's the boss
Tony Danza! He's Tony Danza, you know what I mean
Always hard, always hard
Ay yo Adrian, we won
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I was gonna go skate today
But I couldn't put the plate away
The pipe kept calling my name
That was June, now it's May
Just got fired from my job
They caught me on the nod
It's alright, I wanted time off
Then my ex-boss got robbed
I'm trying to eat something
Actually, I don't need nothing
As long as this speed keeps coming
My dealer hooks up the brethren
He used to skate too
Won a contest, made the news
Then he got hooked on booze
And they kicked him out his crew
Last trick I learnt, can't remember
My clips had a fireish ender
I used to love Neil Blender
Back in '83 December
He had the best style
Made me wanna copy, and test it out
Then I caught West Nile
That's was caused me this mess mouth
I'm alive, but damn tired
Can't drive, my tags expired
Downhill, I'm a go-fast rider
Long as I kill those glass spiders
I'm paranoid of the shadows
The people watching me are assholes
I ain't afraid to wrassle
But going outside's such a hassle
Some day…
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8. |
Walkabout
01:55
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When he's
Down and out, he has to talk it out, but the
Voices in his head, try to drown him out
Inebriation hurts, he found it out
Meditation works if there's no sound around
Get off the couch, for a walk about
Get out the house, get outta town
Better than taking it out on your spouse
Or using more drugs than the law allows
If only he could sit down and plan it out
He just wants to get down and have it now
Accrue the clout, and do the bows
Turn the party out and move the crowd
And what he found out is, this is now his
Job, sounding off on topics that allow him to
Talk, common ground lots like a roundabout
Turnabout is fair play to loud mouth airplay
When airplanes with snitches are fair game to business
Taking trains hinders their aim the kill the witness
He made gains with crypto, encrypted like Egyptians
And takes the reins when schizos forget their prescriptions
Done with Love, his Missus is his mistress
Both are doves hawks are not allowed on the premises
Up above, they own the sky until it finishes
Down below, their home is none of your businesses
Keep the circle close like nemeses
Make believe, once he makes friends with his
Takes it on the cheek, but no blemishes
Three strike rule, then you get banished
It only happens when they go treacherous
He has to, revoke their bro membership, we're
Teammates, bettering, sisters and brethren
Dream mates, who finish each other's sentences
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9. |
If I Do It feat. WTR
02:50
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Shoot, if I do it, I do it
This is the all-star list
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
Any of these guys will do it, they helped get it done
Bedwell, Frenchy, Brownie, Jimmy
Anthony, Skelly, Matthew, Binky
Adam, Eddie, Jordan, Kenny
Cameron, Andy, Brian, Sammy
Chaz, Pat, Eli, Raph
Sean, Zack, Daniel, Rasp
Nick, Nate, Eliot, Tate
Shelton, Dave, Connor, McCrae
Ben, Crucial, Dane, Kari,
Boar, Louie, Aidan, Jabari
Capo, Mark, Randall, Joey
Wyatt,Trog, Michael, Tony
Space, Grindz, Joker, Raney
Brad, Brady, Bruce, Casey
Dieter, Peter, Tweestopher, Stiv
Uncle John, Emillio and Tim
If I do it, I do it, that's them
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
Attention you filthy animals
We're not finished yet
Report back to the Cooler as soon as you can
Before I can't afford ya
If I gotta do it, then it's gonna get done
If you wanna barter, then it better be fun
Nothing hits harder than landing on a bum
Vagrant ollies are as cheap as they come
Safe in the fold, go share a hug
If you're going bald, don't wear a rug
Definitely rough compared to some
Asking what's up, like Wheres The Rum
All we wanna do is skate this place
Honoring the rules to create this pace
Christian skaters, will pray for grace
Haters can sit on satan's face, we
All graduated, for making the grade
Waking up late, still chasing the day
Party on Garth, party on Wayne
Showing our sass, and showing our age
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
If I do it, I do it
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10. |
Intern Interlude
00:55
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Vertacular, skater vernacular
Not for every blader, a hater spectacular
Massive handrails are extracurracular
Passive bails, better than lunching your sacular
Skatelite riders, skate quite higher
Wheel biters tend to generate slight fire
Caveman sliders are instinct deniers, but
No riser misers guarantee trip wires
Skate betties who skate are heady
Steady as she goes, and gently, deadly
Medleys of everready lines are heavy, and it's
Tempting to veg on anything but veggies
President Hawk leads the boardroom talk
He skidanked his legs, but can still air walk
Healed with homie hype, no balks
Anarchist monopolists bought the blocks
Your up against gravity hacks, do the math
Stuck up activists who prove the path
Speed wobbles suck, some drugs are bad
Karens don't care, honeybadgers laugh
Yearning to turn that exclusive course
Learning curves by using the force
Lose your computing when improving scores, like
Cooler duty, Chop Louie doing chores
All of these mates on training grounds
Sponsor me tapes still making the rounds
From Southern Cal to Puget Sound
Mecca, Medina and Houston bound
Any idea, they have to tackle
Many might see 'em as manic rascals
Every night dreaming 'bout radical passels
Apple dapples keep the doctor less hassled
Sick, you did what I wish I could, not
bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good
Daps when you break your bones on the wood
Maps to the skaters, Holmes in the hood
Get those 900s landed by midday.
I want footy on my desk by this evening.
Get your content up brothers, no excuses.
Snoochie boochies. All good? Gucci.
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12. |
Edge of Tomorrow (again)
02:13
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Come on board, no more tries, let's get her
Ow! Fuck! Right in the shitter!
I did not consent to that mister!
Stab me like that again, you're going in the wood chipper
Again
Fucking hell, I'm trying to get this shit
I'm sucking well, like my friends with benefits
Attempt after bloody attempt, killing myself
I won't shoot and tell, like William and them
Again
That is until I make it of course, And
Then I'll have to take my clips straight to the source
My love for this board is hard to divorce, and I
Want our club to score more than par for the course
Again
I'm not a golfer, got nada game
Don't go to doctors, even in a lotta pain
When my ride doesn't function in the proper way, I
Tend to get grouchy, like winning nothing on Oscar day
Again
Come on bro, come on fam
I know we can go where no man has
Not on flow, but I know I can, I know I can
Hit a grand slam out the park when I go to land
Again
I played ball, no longer all in it
Coach caught me skating after I called in sick (I am)
Now I'm the player and the ref, that's all win-win
If my soldier follows orders and falls in, lickedy-split
Again
I'm not a dick, like some skaters are
But I'll focus this stick, if it doesn't make par
This shit is difficult, I got eight scars
Two twisted ankles, and jammed fingers from skating so far
Again
How do these tards keep on practicin'?
Are they into self-harm, like some masochists?
Am I handicapped, cause I can't stand this shit?
Did Tiger's dad have to slap him to master this?
Again
Fuck this madness, I'm not having this
Bastard won't obey my commands, like I'm asking it
Last attempt, and then I'm grabbing it and snapping it
Lands the trick, oh my God, I landed it
Mom, mom, I landed it
Get the camera, get the camera quick
Oh my God, I know I can land it again
And again, thank God I didn't take the piss
I love this, I love this shit, I love this
Fucking fuck, I fucking love this shit
Thank you God, thank you for giving me this
I'm doing this forever, I'll never quit
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In today's episode of history in the making
We explore skateboarding
In particular, the urethane revolutions of the 1980s
And how they affected change
Slash and turn, on some average curves, be
Sure to wear pads or don't crash and burn
Downhill bombers didn't trust the burms
Freestylers weren't concerned with being food for worms
Old school rippers had exclusive cliques
Listening to punk rock, dipping the Smiths
Pipes full of good hitting acid licks
Ride up the wrong hood, your man was kicked
Sidewalk surfing was like a new age
High on the way from wave to wave
Ollies were around, but not yet the rave
Cruising thru town was a still lazy day
California set new precedents
They traded rip curls for pool cement
Style was the king of the contest vet, but some
Robots brought tricks not invented yet
Vert got crowned as most important
Pools were downgraded to purist but potent
Tours cross country had lucrative moments, for the
Cool kids at least, not their putrid opponents
Older heads all became jealous pricks, when the
Youth forged ahead bringing hella new tricks
Was it their age or their balding heads?
Some kids were forced out and told to get bent
Money was a nothing to the aging set
Running from the law, often chasing death
Competition mattered, but it came and went
Culture vultures kept on taking their reps
Posing occurred, faces bled
Most got scared when the streets ran red, only
Those of the hardcore faith were left, would
Skating survive, or was this the end?
Penultimate at first, it became the church
Ramp riding birds got knocked off their perch
The streets were on fire, left vert in the lurch
Unusual suspects went from last to first
Videos became quintessential for birth
Especially in climates with perennial girth
Masonite cost a lot more that it's worth
Asphalt was preferred best surface on Earth
Earlier on, McTwists got you a purse, but
Hand plants couldn't satiate their thirst
Flamboyant clothes were replaced with terse, if you could
Ollie trash cans, you were king of the universe
Big companies were looking like lurks
Treating everyday skaters sort of like serfs
Big money makers making something off quirks, now
You could go to jail for skating the wrong turf
Awe yeah, let me kick it, kick it, feel the pop
Awe yeah, let me kick it, kick, feel the drop
Awe yeah, let me kick it, kick it, feel the pop
Awe yeah, let me kick it, kick, feel the drop
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14. |
Fiji
01:25
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Have you been to Fiji?
Come, come again, come see what we
Built for ourselves like me, me, me
Elementary, A, B, C, D, it's the
St. Louis Fiji BnB
Masons behave in 333s
Made in the ways of the ADDD
Specialty needs meeting frequencies for a
Spectrum, seeking these freakish beings
Pissed off creeds, of we we we
Peeing in the pools, tee-hee-hee
Fiends for some concrete PCP
Ruthless dreams like Eazy-E
Believe me, or don't believe me, it's
T-N-T, like AC DC
Living in the city, we need these scenes
Even the police let Fiji be
It helps when they live next door
The Cooler is one big store
Live music and lots of boards, we
Kicked out the bitches who got too sore
They were jealous, that we got to soar
And called the cops, so we went to war
Daring to stop us, such a bore
Karens, busybodies, fuck you whores
It just goes to show in due course, when you
Love thy neighbor, you can't do more
Lore been blowing up since the Dew Tour
We fenced in the porch when cement got poured
Skate at your own risk, so hardcore
Explore this culture, that's more than an art form
Naysayers hating we weathered the storm
Whether they like it or not, it's our norm
Meet Norm aka Fiji born in 2022
From me to you and yourn
Bring your wood, like Bjorn Borg
Oh, that is so good
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15. |
Play S-K-A-T-E remix
02:01
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Hey you wanna play Skate?
You playing? You guys, you wanna play skate?
Y'all are playing? I'll play
Can I play? I'm really good
If you can do a kickflip, I can do a kickflip
If you can do a heelflip, I can do a heelflip
If you can do a switch flip, I can do a switch flip
Even though I missed it, I'll go and learn it real quick
If I can do a front flip, you can do a front flip
If I can do a blunt lip, you can do a blunt lip
If I can do a front shuvit, you can do a front shuvit
So what if you tripped up? We still seem to love it
If you can do a nosebone, I can do a nosebone
If you can do a ho-ho, I can do a ho-ho
If you can do a pogo, I can do a pogo
If you miss your primo, I'll forgive you bro bro
If I can do a half cab, you can do a half cab
If I can do a fast plant, you can do a fast plant
If I stick saran wraps, you can stick saran wraps
Even if you can't catch it yet, I'm sure you'll bag that
If you can do a tre flip, I can do a tre flip
If you can do a stale fish, I can do a stale fish
If you can do a gay twist, I'll just let you claim it
Politics are not invited, when we're playing skate
If I can do an indy, you can do an indy
If I can do a shifty, you can do a shifty
If I can do a misty, you can do a misty
Unless you had no hands, then I wouldn't do a misty
I don't have to dance man, skating is the facts ma'am
Altruistic and anti-climactic for the tax man
Going skating keeps you bustin nerves like a battle plan
Procreating and touching some curves like a mammogram
Don't do it for me and, don't do it for them
Choosing you, makes a better life and better friends, in
Stead of following the flyest, stick to setting trends
This athleticism gets better and never ends
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16. |
Get Uhp feat. Jay Jonson
01:58
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Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, wake, wake, eggs and bake
Colloidal silver in your shaky
Coffee, Kush and pastry
That's a morning in the making
Get up, don't be down with all the hating
Get up, ask me now, believe me maybe
Get up, get a life, why are you waiting
Get up, bro, it's time to go skating
Get up, mega ramps and then you're flying
Get up, on the heels of Koby Bryant
Get up, good concerts when you're vibing
Get up, and stay up like meth heads before they're dying
Get up, come back to us friend, it ain't over
Go get some rest and stay sober
With big bird, snuffleupagus and Grover
No Manolo, Scarface or Sosa
Get up, sunrise on the horizon
Get up, like my Signal on Verizon
Get up, like Bitcoin after your buy in
Get up, like soccer players, when they're all diving
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17. |
This Is It
01:37
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Hey Mom! They put me on
You know, my local skateboard shop
I practiced and practiced a lot
My tape got watched and they gave me a spot
I know it's not your favorite thing
But it's happening, I'm making my dream
Come true, and you of all people can see, a
Regular nine to five just ain't for me
So, what's it gonna be, are you gonna hate, and
Criticize your offspring, until I move away, or
Can you please accept that my choice isn't fate?
All I wanna do is skate and skate and
Skate this board all day until the paint fades
Or it breaks, or I catch a rain day
Or I take a fall with such great pain
I ave to hit a hospital for some lame stay
I can heal, I'll make it stick
Don't worry for real, I can take a lick
I know I'm still little, but I will make it big
There's no maybe mom, baby this is it
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18. |
Keep the Stoke Alive
02:25
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Spark that jint, keep it lit
Embark on a path that's steep as this
Don't be afraid, don't reel it in
Know that grade, go feel the dip
Explode on the pavement, reek of it
Show those bros whose team this is
Grow cojones and swing the dick
Goals to be scored still need assists
Stoke that flame, keep it lit
Stroke that dame, til her knees give in
Blow that fame, go be legit
Troll that game, be a beast in it
Hold that place til your keeping it
Grow that space til their peeping it
Know whatever they think isn't this
Otherwise they'd be the king of it
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
How dark can it get before dawn?
How hard can it get to stay calm?
What do we care if they don't play fair?
Face the fear, throw your hands in the air
Tear down walls that shouldn't be there
Spare all souls that want to be spared
All of us know, that we wanna be here
Or else, we wouldn't be here, we wouldn't be here
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
Run, get along, get along, get it on, get it
On, don't worry 'bout none we'll see
Come bring it on, come bring it on, gonna be a
Long one bruh, sing along with me
Dum, diddy dum-dum, here we come, come have
Fun, rum-pa-pum-pum once, you'll be
Ready the for ones who need the most love, when they
Come from a scene that's not so fun
Ugh, give 'em some hugs, and not just
One, they've been waiting for it, praying to
Above, hoping some comes, looking for
A dove, the hawks want some, and not just
Bugs, we're on a different plane and they can't
Come, until they admit that we're all
One, it's a done deal as long as it's
Done, only love, only love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, only
Love, love, love, only
Love, love, love, love
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
Keep the stoke alive, keep the stoke alive
Only love, only love, only love, only love
Only love, only love, only love, only love
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19. |
Dooks of Hazard outro
01:02
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Just the good old boys, never meaning no harm
Fighting with the law since skating was born, but now it's a sport
Making the curves, bombing the hills
Someday death is going to catch 'em but for now, the law went and chilled
Paving their way, with some 'crete and a trowel
Making the impossible possible long as gravity will allow
Just the good old boys, wouldn't change if they could
Riding the system on some urethane wheels and wood
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20. |
TED Talk
02:52
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Today on animal planet, meet Ted
See Ted here, see Ted there
Ted could be anywhere, now he's square in the
Dojo, outside's a no-no, very rare, little
Evidence of a ginger kyoto, not just any hair
Here pretty kitty, no need for a spare
Teddie's plenty, and there's critters to snare
He's like an itty-bitty, little bear
When he's on his back with his paws in the air
Ted doesn't talk, let alone rap
Ted doesn't take walks, he's a cat
Doesn't have a want, doesn't need a strap
This is his kingdom, this is his trap
This is what he can versus what he can't get
There is no tad bit when it comes to catnip
Some tell it as is, he passes as if
Ted doesn't yell, he scratches-n-sniffs
His stickers hurt, thorns of an orange rose
Smells like blood, your own, the more you know
He's a gatekeeper, Fiji is his home
He's a great sleeper, if your aura is known
Everyone that's anyone, knows about Ted
He's a loved and well respected feline friend
Knows cat-fu, not afraid to throw hands
Scratches eyes out, so it won't come back again
Just protecting the territory
He goes and gets the vermin before they set their moorings
Sometimes in between walls, carpets and floorings
Ted knows these things already, basic, at best boring
Don't bore Ted, he finds it uncouth
He'll pad away, that's him being aloof
If you're lame, he'll let you know the truth, and
When your gone, his little paws raise the roof
That's Ted
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J-Toth from Hoth Saint Louis
Jonathan Toth was born on the planet Hoth. Since his arrival to Earth, he's been making his own form of music. He's a big fan of sampling movies, especially good science fiction. Human beings are so creative with film. He's also noticed that Earth has many of the same problems that his planet Hoth had... but they figured it out. Evolution is inevitable. ... more
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