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Live, Build, Shape

by Petty Tyrants

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7 AM, everyday. I get out of bed and get way too baked. Forget to shave, put on some shades, and then to my dismay I'm off to be a slave. This cage of mine has paper bars, and the prison guards drive expensive cars. While other inmates are watching stars I'm not allowed to peek, I don't have the right cards. But the scars on my arms aren't made of silk, the way I'm built make me move like silt; and in my younger years my mamma made me drink milk, tucked me in under purple quilts. I'm seeing flowers wilt as I move along, they decay around me like I don't belong. I'm prone to yawn at the crack of dawn, with 2 pots of coffee, can't go wrong. but I keep my kicks tied tight just in case, because you never know when you gotta run a race. A ball of water and dirt spinning in space, some people call it earth, I think I like this place. But if I don't have to work the alarms not on, old news, no snooze, and the shades are drawn. I'm fond of righting wrongs and I came from beyond, so open your mouth and sing this song! 7 P.M. kick the shoes off. Lose my focus for a moment, cough. Kind blind, everything's fine, time will tell 'till ten we'll tell them we're turning in tunes that bruise brains who can't hang. Blame it on the pain and suffering in other countries when you can't love anything enough to be somebody that cares enough to stare into space dreaming of a better race. Place your thoughts properly, not sloppily, on a paper mache representation of life today. Go to sleep and forget to pray. Just play in your thoughts for another day, just play in ya, play in ya, play in ya, play in ya... but I keep my kicks tied tight just in case, because you never know when you gotta run a race. A ball of water and dirt spinning in space, some people call it earth, I think I like this place. But if I don't have to work the alarms not on, old news, no snooze, and the shades are drawn. I'm fond of righting wrongs and I came from beyond, so open your mouth and sing this song! I guess that's just the way it is, I'm lookin' through the eyes on my disguise and lovin' life under technicolor skies are falling, calling out my name in shame and blaming me for distributing this rain. I never ride the rhythm, rather rabble-rouse the drum track with tongue techniques for weeks, 'til other crews look dumb wack! Stacking facts till were cracking backs, and slapping flat hats off of stupid brats who drink way to much jack! I'm still acting like a kid though, all I do is kick word play 'cause things will be okay, even if the Sun don't shine today. There's a good chance it won't, so I stay positive until tomorrow. Diggs chops the vinyl, Twat & Bee-Bop KILL the rhyme flow! Homicidal smiles don't look as big as a child's soul in the flow no real reason to act old. Just roll another joint and stay positive, positive, positive positive, positive, positive until tomorrow. but I keep my kicks tied tight just in case, because you never know when you gotta run a race. A ball of water and dirt spinning in space, some people call it earth, I think I like this place. But if I don't have to work the alarms not on, old news, no snooze, and the shades are drawn. I'm fond of righting wrongs and I came from beyond, so open your mouth and sing this song!
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Blast Off 02:24
The air tastes dead, we're hiding behind closed doors. Blaming each other to feed the flames of silent discourse that cut across my heart like kids running through a backyard. There's a lot to be said, but silent red faces just act hard. I feel like that star is bright enough to be a grown up, but it only take one 'So what!' to make that hot head supernova. Now the spot's blown up like puppies steppin' on landmines. Cause in this day and age "keeping it real" is just a tagline. 'Cause you can't keep it real when your afraid of reality. Sadly see the past color, present bruises badly portray to stay in a familiar way with a life that left that day; and I hate to say what? You've lost your passion. Now you just don't give an effort to get hurt doing what you love. Come down from above to my level, several things are wrong with this. I guess these arms were made with just too strong of fists! Ten second to blast off! Blast off! Blast off! Ten second to blast off Blast off! Blast off! Blast off! Blacklisted behind a wall of proud irrationality, You're the one who's steppin' on cracks, so don't get mad at me! The impending fall depends on how we dance with gravity, but I can't help but get the feeling that you've two left feet and one right hook. So glad you chose me to be your punching bag, and ordering me to gag for waving a white flag. Go take your trash talk out next to the curb with the dog shit, 'cause your obnoxious fits make me want to vomit on our promise. Surrender and end, fender benders of rage. Raging 'til the stage is set to break both my legs for standing up too tall and calling you out on your bullshit. These hits with wit stick quick, it's getting a little thick. Sick from the start, you're too hardened to have a heart. Made for apology, you'll probably see both sides of me; and in the end we'll call it good, and act like we're understood. Found peace in nothing you said but it's all good. Ten second to blast off! Blast off! Blast off! Ten second to blast off Blast off! Blast off! Blast off!
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FriEND 04:43
No! Shut your hole, it's too late for apology. I smell the shit you're selling, but I don't want any. The ant colony turned their backs on my chromosomes. Feel the darkness get darker, hide inside of your glass home. I'm throwing stones at the sky in hopes it will fall down. C'mon now, The Brady Bunch had to break up somehow! I'm just keeping up with the Joneses, show me where you hid the bones and MAYBE I'll let you live. Gimme room to hold my breath, watch your step; 'cause I'll wipe that look off your face even though I didn't make the mess, but I digress, In my dearest dreams I'm soaked in your screams. The plot twists have become a familiar theme. My feeble wheels ground to a halt and shattered my harmony joyride. I'll take my axe to the 99, cause 1 percent stood by my side. I tripped so hard I lost my marbles and swallowed my pride, now I double knot the laces to keep my shoes tied. I do lie, but only for the sake of conversation. The grungy gears inside my head have very little lubrication. There's no patience left for time theft; you drunken munchkins can cry till your makin' faces like you've been munchin' onions. Do I look like I give a liquid shit about your take on it? I give you a place to sleep and this is the thanks I get?! I'm near the point of breaking back the walls that you hide behind, and I sank my ship near the shore so you wouldn't know when I arrived. Is it all so unimportant son? Yeah, so just tip that bottle back and get so plastered that your able to hide from the facts. Dirty laundry belongs in the laundromats, not my fuckin' closet! I've watched you slur and drool, act a fool, then pass out in your own vomit. Staring at my wound is a morbid form of acupuncture; waiting for the storms to come with clouds I can attack you under. I guess this is goodbye, you're inebriated again right? Hope you brought your flash light, 'cause some things ARE black and white! Go get wasted, pull them covers high, and wrap em tight! Even the boogeyman knows that's only way you'll get to sleep at night. Go get wasted, pull them covers high, and wrap em tight! Even the boogeyman knows that's only way you'll get to sleep at night! Friend's a funny word 'cause friends don't act too friendly. My confidence is brittle, so it's not too wise to bend me. Novelty apologies thrive in the land where destruction is imminent. Now I wear my sleeves on my heart 'cause it's so cold in your frigid wind. Passion: is this a new concept for ya' kid? Or did you fake it like all those girls? You're fucked up now! You're proud of being the slacker in the pride; we decided we're gonna get rid of you somehow, if it's the first thing I do when I show up now! How indescribably obnoxious, imbibing those toxic nonsense fumes, 40's; let's get drunk, get lost, and wake up with our pants off! It's a fun situation when living in a nation that supports their children when they're too drunk to stand for themselves! Mental health is not an option when drinking this concoction, all values go out the door and puke off the porch! Into the ground where we'll find you around 30 not hurting anybody, or at least that's what you think until you took it to the brink and dove into the drink. It doesn't matter if it sinks in, I'll really be impressed, because you weren't displaying your best self last time that I checked in! But I'll forget you even existed with your lack of passion; constantly distant, reflecting the people who created you. Yeah right! If you only knew how you've lost your way in an unconditional haze. We praise behavior that favors lack of thinking; fucking and drinking booze till you lose your friends and pretend they suck, but if it wasn't for your luck you wouldn't have had one person in this world who cared enough to try to impart some trust: broken with rusted locks not to keep anything inside! What your feeling is hurt pride: did I do that? or did you do it to yourself? Go ahead and decide! 'Cause it helps to have a hand, it helps to have a plan, it helps to have a helping had to plan for understanding this shit man! You don't need that drink, it takes you to the brink; just waiting for you to sink, look back and think! You don't need that drink, it takes you to the brink; just waiting for you to sink, look back and think! You don't need that drink, it takes you to the brink; just waiting for you to sink, look back and think!
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Everyday I get out of bed with wonder in my eyes, if life doesn't amaze you, kid, you might as well die. It's a free ride, one way, your ticket's already been paid. So live your life, build your dreams, shape that ball of clay . Everyday I get out of bed with wonder in my eyes, if life doesn't amaze you then you might as well die. It's a free ride, one way, your ticket's already been paid. So live your life, build your dreams, shape that ball of clay . I was walking on a trail when I realized that air wasn't stale, and the feeling that it gave me brought the brave inside out to play in the skies. There's a reminder to find a kinder nature, so begin practice of a new situation where you're conscious of the consequences of comets colliding. Deciding your fate in an instant to late to bring pride into the equation. Abrasion was your persuasion to deal with the real situations in a fake form of mind! Kind of scary feeling wary of being in your presence, that's why I present to you a wooded view of life and all it has to offer. Softer gaze upon this beautiful landscape, take what the universe has given. It's the only provisions we need, and yes we bleed but it's only now so just remember how, it's only now so just remember how to live! Everyday I get out of bed with wonder in my eyes, if life doesn't amaze you, kid, you might as well die. It's a free ride, one way, your ticket's already been paid. So live your life, build your dreams, shape that ball of clay . One foot in front of the other foot, I will never stagnate. Good and bad with me in the middle, hide and seek at a snail's pace. I know how the nails taste, I've dug with the earthworms and broke my frail face trying to figure out where my hurt burns. I guess I'll always learn, love, fuck and fight. The Sun is keepin' this side bright, so now I'm swimming in the light. The frightened fool I used to know? He's drowning in the undertow, they used to call him me, but that was before I felt my hunger grow. Sometimes I wonder though, why is everyone crying? Every breath is a sigh of relief, yet you're gasping and dying! You can empty bottles, build sorrow, and say you'll change tomorrow, but there's very little time to be borrowed. Are you trying to rain all over your sunny days? Break your frame of mind, kid, go outside and play in the traffic, break a bad habit, write a graphic novel, take a weed nap, start trying to solve your problems - happiness will follow! Everyday I get out of bed with wonder in my eyes, if life doesn't amaze you, kid, you might as well die. It's a free ride, one way, your ticket's already been paid. So live your life, build your dreams, shape that ball of clay . Live. Build. Shape.
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Certain moments in life seem to stick out like bone fragments. Whether beautiful or tragic, humans have a habit of obsessing over and wrestling with memories in hopes of them freezing. Dancing and screaming in flames; it makes him wish he were dreaming. Never thought about the conflict, it seemed more like a fable, plus all that peace talk nonsense doesn't put food on the table. He was willing and able bodied when he read the contract and signed it; but looking back on it he knows he didn't read the fine print. Time went out the window when he went into boot camp, and dialogue with people back home only happened with a stamp. He'd go through basic training, and he'd go through enemy gun spray, but nothing could prepare the things he'd see that day. Of course they'd wash away the blood, napalm, and tears; but he'd remember the fear in their eyes for the rest of his years. He covered ears and of this he is ashamed, He's convinced that remembering their screams of pain might make their deaths less in vain. You can't just be a witness, you can't just stand by; He looked into their eyes and watched them die for a lie. He saw it, he lives it, he knows he'll never get away. Cause if you see it then you live it, and the pain is there to stay. Then the pain is there to stay. Then the pain is there to stay, and you can't wash it away! It's like the pain is there to stay. Soft emotions, he sits now crossing oceans in his mind to find a burning flame of light he watched define his cries. He cries out for help, but the hell he felt will never feel better than the guilt. Thought he was doing good when bad things happened, but it happens to be that life will treat you with no special insights to the fight of our fathers, mothers, brothers. Lovers and Gods lost the concept of loving the conflict, congregate around a constant state of hateful leader- ship out to sea and never comeback to me. Never come back to an understanding out there trying to figure out why change must happen in this strangest way it's nonsense, but I'll remember this today: That love will hate, and life will kill, and you don't know it; but that's not the reason we all feel down on our luck stuck in a depression, obsession with never letting go of the memories of lives you lost, never letting go of the memories of lives lost. You can't just be a witness, you can't just stand by; He looked into their eyes and watched them die for a lie. He saw it, he lives it, he knows he'll never get away. Cause if you see it then you live it, and the pain is there to stay. Then the pain is there to stay. Then the pain is there to stay, and you can't wash it away! It's like the pain is there to stay.
7.
Fly 04:43
Givin' up the chance to dance with the stars in my head want me dead, and I'm fed up with the stupid fucks who think the worked so hard to play that card; but it was luck that struck when life was dealt! Help make this fake fucking facade break 'til the little man you are cries for far out feelings. Stealing honesty, honestly lost, with no measure of the cost. Because you sold your soul to fill that hole, and they held you up like a newborn pup; but I heard the cries of a wingless fly, thought you were a star but that's not how bright you are! An afterthought taught to act tough, but I'm calling you out on your bluff: Stuff that shit back in your hole! Glue on some feathers, don't check the weather just try to fly the nest; it's you best protest, expression, or whatever! They sayin' you fly?! Then go try, try, try; throw your ass off a building and prove that shit guy! You make a mockery for money, thinkin' it's all cream and honey; but you're lackin' lyrics dummy, so watch out for us 'cause we're hungry! You've got bad brains son, you've forced me to play the regulator. Pen to paper, I bend flavor, leave you needing a respirator. I'm a player hater? Nah, that's what you and your men do. I've played more fucking shows than your hater ass has been to. Did I offend you? Shit son, that wasn't my intent; (but) don't pretent you don't know I'm hard enough to reinvent cement. I'll bend your shit like a silver spoon, no one will even miss you, flush you down the toilet like tissue for rhyming missuse. That's my issue! Corny rapper's 4 letter words smell like poop, acting like a touring toupe when you aint ever left the stoop. Here's the scoop: You're producers loops resemble gallows nooses. Diggs leave 'em shook with bruises, and then we cook their gooses. Resistance is useless, stupid, it's filler in your mixture. Lickin' so much jock I'm surprised your lips aint blistered. Mr. Bean's got more to say than you, I'll staple your lips closed. Throw these fairies out of the window, after they get they' wings clipped though! They sayin' you fly?! Then go try, try, try; throw your ass off a building and prove that shit guy! You make a mockery for money, thinkin' it's all cream and honey; but you're lackin' lyrics dummy, so watch out for us 'cause we're hungry! So hungry, in fact, I'm chewing the wack, picking up slack. Put the whole world on my back to get my crew back on track. Love is divinity: that's the type of truth that comes with years, that's why I'm trying to wax these facts and shove 'em in your ears. If it were up to me your substance lacking clique would disappear, but I can deal with smiling ear to ear and watching you live in fear. It's clear to me you've never heard the term "droppin' knowledge", but I'm sure your bitch ass knows a lot about dropping out of college! Heads up! Your trust fund has run out, and I doubt you even know what this trust is all about. Tail between you legs, begging for some change. So you sever ties and try to fly the nest, but don't even know why. Flapping your wings, trying to sing, pushing the air to the front in hopes it lets you float above it enough to love it even once. Become the free fall, numb, and don't even try to stall what's done! They sayin' you fly?! Then go try, try, try; throw your ass off a building and prove that shit guy! You make a mockery for money, thinkin' it's all cream and honey; but you're lackin' lyrics dummy, so watch out for us 'cause we're hungry!

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released January 12, 2013

Walking With Balance & Gerko - Raps
Diggs - Beats & Cuts

Cover art/design by Kendall Voltattorni
Recorded in December 2012
Engineered, Mixed, & Mastered by:
Brandon Snyder at Walking With Balance Studio

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Petty Tyrants are a hip hop group hailing from Upper Michigan. Diggs makes the beats, Gerko & Walking With Balance spit the words.

Diggs' instrumentals are accented by very tasteful cuts, and his excellent sample choices blend together seamlessly to make boom bap beats that aren't the least bit monotonous. Gerko & Walking With Balance's varied vocal styles make for a provocative combination.
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