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MNtality Intro
00:27
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They call me MNtality 'cause I live in the Twin Cities and there's no place at all at all that I would rather be.
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(KRS-ONE) "WAKE UP!"
(KRS-ONE) "Now what I would like to bring out today is Rap Music as a revolutionary tool in changing the structure of racist America"
Verse 1:
(MNtality)
I kick a dope funky lyric for the kids to relate/
full of more loopholes than presidential debates/
I'll fill your brain with (huh?) a bag of junk for the trunk/
to drive that ass up outta town...nuck if you buck/
I like filet mignon but I prefer a chuck wagon/
My man'll suck a snake but say, "Yuck!" to salmon/
'cause it's too fishy and her climate's too risky/
and if he stepped out of his comfort zone...NO STIFFY/
The world's pretty, so I'm stuck up in Bemidji/
Yeah it's me against the Lac Du Bois gettin' down to Nitty Gritty/
(sample from song by KMD - "Nitty Gritty")
BLAOW!!!
My style is witty wiping butts with papyrus/
I'm like an Egyptian 'cause the way I walk is ear-muffs/ Hot!
Burnin'/
That means I'm redder than Hades/
I'm making inscriptions on your walls so you never can escape from these/
ditties and ditties upon riddims that come naturally/
indubitably infatuated by the Afrobeat/
That's Me, MNtality.
(sample from song by Fela Kuti - "Colonial Mentality")
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Verse 1:
(MNtality)
While King Tut's rolling in his grave/
dropping down some grains/
We'll be climbing up the food chain/
Top of the ladder/
Top of the pyramid/
My cat's are PHatter than any Porky's eating husky jean wearing kid from Midway/
That's how we play/
Frogtown hops to all the real DJs/
Shut 'em Down like University (Ave.) and Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. off the freeway/
yup it's D-day to all you ____ people adding delay to your vocals in hopes of some radio replay/
Yo we the Kool Senseis/
Let the beats resonate and be the veggies on your dinner plate/ "Yeah!"
stickin' in your system mixin' nutrients with what we sippin'/
"Hey man I like these guys, ya know?"
So dope like a black tar root beer float/
It's that real good shit you gotta help promote/
Word of mouth from tonight 'till the afterlife/
Chillin' with the Tutankhamun?
Go tell your mom tonight/
That you're in dire need of a gauze/
your palms are bleeding from the applause/
at the Kool 9 show where you got all rapped up/
just like the mummies underground with us/
Whassup Tut?
Chorus:
(K9L)
This is for the B-Boys and B-Girls the ones that come up quick - Root Beer Float Flow/
This is for the B-Boys and B-Girls the ones that come up slick - Root Beer Float Flow/
This is for the B-Boys and B-Girls the ones that come up thick - Root Beer Float Flow/
This is for the B-Boys and B-Girls the ones that come up quick - Root Beer Float Flow/
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Improvisation doesn't have a script.
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Verse 1:
(Enable Mind)
I'm so, curious to the glorious ways of the rhyme/
as well as my soul's true design/
and I'm not talkin' about my shoes, and how they're tied/
got a winterish grime.. but love like the sky/
very literate equipped with the thoughts from my ride which has been fine /
textured, and a journey that i had to weather/
life, I wrestle, but, I love. but, I don't really need no medals/
for displaying my human traits/
whenever I catch a taste/
of unexpected fate. I let my passion bless the day/
'Cuz, I don't pursue nothin'- unless my heart screams for it/
this way never does a mission go aborted/
from rightin' under my warm lamp. to writin' and recordin'/
i'm never dormant.. love performin' hip hop, and must flourish/
never conformin' to norms that have formed, kid/
just carressin' endorphins- by expressin' emotions/
i hope to heck that it's potent... and thought provokin'/
but- it's my whole soul's devotion/
YO!/
Chorus:
(K9L)
Some people say that they truly got heart/
but when it comes to assembling they aint got all the parts/
Verse 2:
(I S'pose)
I dissect through introspect/
memorize the step-by-step/
see through eyes that I respect/
the former times I yearn to reinvent/
The intellectual/
Non-conceptual/
Prize perceptual/
of society's misdirected fool
Who knew I'd choose to wanna institute a new school/
Do all that I can to represent a Kool example/
Ramble on in my own mental state of mind it feels dismantled/
Half the time I think I'll manage/
Scrape, Scruff, Scavenge/
Raised tough to brandish my own thought rule in pattern/
Taught true by parents who knew how to brew awareness/
Woven like my mother's dread/
Dense like my father's skin/
Sturdy like my brother's chin/
Stubborn like my sister is/
Consciousness inherit, I can do it if I dare it/
My name's Colby...I put the (?) in Life/
C-O-L-B is what my dunnies do call me/
I S'pose I'm alive livin' Psyche/
So me that am I 'N' I myself I do define/
and I myself I do define/
Chorus:
(K9L)
Some people say that they truly got heart/
but when it comes to assembling they aint got all the parts/
Verse 3:
(MNtality)
Once upon a time on a mighty fine day stepped up a nice kid by the name of Dub J/
He was a shorty growing up in the Rap World/
They called him white boy/
He fell in Love with a real women/
Something told him he aint going back again/
Cause people need to see the beauty past the color of skin/
The color of sin only knows White and Black/
He still raps about souls being rainbows/
He became me, then I became a man/
They say every man needs a women/
but on the other hand/
something wasn't right in my life that night/
so I had to change my name and go out with a bang/
I used to scream MDUBJ!!/
until I found MNtality/
I was like, "Dang Yo, Ill rep that any day!"/
My State Mind State/
Now and then/
That's why (mentality) is spelled with the MN/
drop the E y'all/
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Verse 1:
(Sean Sea)
Grabbin the microphone/
into the zone/
catch my drift like a pitch into the mitt/
Well, Whaddya Mean? What do you mean? What do I mean?/
I mean business bitch/
Let's go, spit that wet flow/
This that def cold sick track/
Fresh like six packs of tic-tacs/
Dig that while I sit back and rip raps/
I'm in that with impact on syntax - fact/
The word is burnin' a blur for sure ya huurd ya here dear/
Am I comin' in clear or do I gotta lace this q-tip with truth serum and shove it down ya ear?/
Ya Dig?/
Ya dig it like an excavation/
(MNtality)
An excavation? That shit's amazin'/
This is straight buttery margarine fat Hip-Hop/
I'm on that Crisco, gaining knowledge because I think alotta/
Beats produce Omega-3 fatty acids/
Known to give a dummy brain damage/
or leave his (*_____*) flacid/
Turned off, I'm at the highest point on all you humans/
I'm those gnats kickin' facts like KRS be doin'/
Use your noodle when you listen to MDUB/
walk that poodle if your fake, gangster rappin' like a thug/
I don't give a/
So don't try me/
Go rewrite some real raps and use your time wisely/
Then come find me once that duty is done/
tell me really what's on your mind/
Not how you hold your gun/
Or how your dance is fun/
Am I right Sean?/
(Sean Sea)
These kids is SPRUNG!
(MNtality)
Strung out on ignorance and glamour, they're done/
3-2-1 they cock back the lyrical hammer to blow off that skull that's already numb/
Ya numb skulls yer/
DONE
Done
DONE
Done
DONE
Duh Duh
DONE
Done
Done Done
Duuuuuhhhnnn
done
Duuhhnn
Dunn Brothers da-dun da-dun da-dun DONE
Chorus:
Hurry Up we're trekkin' on a mission/
We wish people would open up their ears and listen/
Pay attention to the flow we are spittin'/
So Finely Tuned, it's atoms that are splittin/ x2
Verse 2:
(MNtality)
I'm Wailing to be more bold than opaque colors/
see, I'm Humble as a Mumble in the jungle, I don't mutter/
Just an Outkast, like the twin that came out last or like those Two Dope Boyz that dropped Bombs On Baghdad from Atlanta/
You know I gotta match ya/
On this bowl we're about to roast because our emotions are at the peak/
You know that we are never weak/
You wanna know why we get high?
The ganji buds make us tweak.../
(Sean Sea)
Find a word for the feelin'/
it's healin'/
I'm dealin' the sound/
so from an old soul flow down in the underground/
profound in the meanin' seen in my emphasis/
I mention it's my soul, oh no! you can't censor this/
I hold strong and move on/
Sean keep balance like a neutron through song, who wrong?/
That's right I writes on pads and beats and find piece of mind that's unique through the life of time/
Chorus:
Come with us on a mission/
We wish people would open up their ears and listen/
Pay attention to the flow we are spittin'/
So Finely Tuned, it's atoms that are splittin/
Hurry Up we're trekkin' on a mission/
We wish people would open up their ears and listen/
Pay attention to the flow we are spittin'/
So Finely Tuned.
So Finely Tuned.
We're finely tuned in.
We're finely tuned.
Sean Sea and MNtality/
MNtality and Sean Sea/
Kooltikooltiiffitiffit Kool 9 Lives
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We Nice (Feat. KnoGooD)
02:34
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Verse 1:
(MNtality)
Now I've been doin' it all wrong for a while/
So Imma do it here right right now/
Listen up if you wanna take a little peek/
Peek-a-boo little baby I'll be here any week that you need me/
at a venue, First Avey/
Minneap- That's where I go sometimes when I'm having cravings for a party scene/
Otherwise I'll be chillin by the streams in the Paul/
That's where the Saints pray/
at The Cathedral, yeah I like to lay down some hymnals/
For me and my crew/
You and I know what these kids want to do/
They wanna grind em up, pass em out/
hard work is all that counts/ If you got it then you got it if you don't then, why you proud?/
You aint workin' if you off the clock jerkin'/
maybe it's you as a person/
money's just a curtain/
Blind folded by the greenbacks like its nothin/
check Let Us Live On cause we monopolize the function/
Yeah I got my homie Colby Swanson, bringin' the art to the street better than BRONSON/
You Beker Rekonize if your tag is whack/
Imma get you Shocked by the Crush gang/
Have your shit back!/
It's Yucky in these stree/
Where's Joey Kaiser?
"Rest In Peace"/
We climb the arches, under Ford bridge/
Thankfully never had to make it my fortress/
I digress, you know what I came to do/
This that real Hip-Hop, call me, "KRS-TWO"/
Chorus:
We Nice and We Nice and and WE nice and we AWWW YEAH x2
Verse 2:
(KnoGooD)
Just another day at the W.A. Frost/
Feelin' like a boss and I couldn't take a loss/
Call me KnoGood, or Mr. FuccTheCost/
I gotta go big, Shout outs to my Pops/
He made me a hustla/
I got some customers/
two 9-5s I aint playin with you busters brah?
Swag on 'em/ S-Swag on the regulah'/
I-I-I aint never heard of ya/
Kool 9 servin' ya/
Fitted Boy murdered ya/
Colb Jack, Matt Jarv...and BRAN MAN?/
They sleepin' on the team like the...Sandman/
I'm straight from Minnesota where the weather's getting colder
Built Ford Tough, man I'm something like a boulder/
Haters that be hatin' get the salt up off your shoulders/
You could catch me on the track/
I manufacture roller coasters/
Valley Fair, you aint there, and we don't care/
Spectators stop and stare/
Stars gleamin', High beams beamin'/
I'm livin' like a star/
But it feels like I'm dreamin'
"Wake up man"
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Slow Train
01:42
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Robo Buddy (Feat. Koosa)
04:58
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Verse 1:
(MNtality)
It's been a hectic week for perspective and adrenaline/
I don't know why but I've been watching too much television/
I saw this reverend preaching on FOX news/
With that little thing around his nex to prove he stays true/
For you, For me, No weather creeps quicker/
than storms we can see, bolts of lightning can get frightening/
Sicker than the Mississippi River/
Dead Hobos are lingering at the bottom of the under tow/
Check the flow to MExico if you're wondering/
Two-headed fish do exist/
This Monument is flourishing with teenagers/
Pagers are nearly obsolete, Throw up your Droids/
Thanks Verizon, 2012 is the place to be if you're mindless/
Peep the media, mediating/
Never promoting meditating, but constantly combining money making with Drug trading/
They gotta have your name in the system/
They already got my fingerprints digested in their system/
Fat FOX sits atop cops victims/
Broadcasting one sided stories 'cause they know that
Chorus
(MNtality and Koosa)
Money own land
Money own the seas
Money own the oil and the booming industries
It's the crack of the time and the fabric of the trees
It's the fat from the swine and the wax of the bees
Verse 2:
(MNtality)
We got Jews, Palestinians and American citizens/
fed up with society, trying on their silly grins/
Now how the hell did we become so frickin' needy?/
I see it's probably because we're all greedy/
Let's give the GOP three quarters of our sympathy/
and every single EBT card they shut down on me/
%2 is too much, some could give two fucks/
about a brother and sister struggling to eat a good lunch/
Now I don't watch T.V./
Our government is B.C./
Bull Crap, that's the industry, there are no freebies/
But you deserve a freebie/
Come cop my CD if you're needy/
Meet me discreetly behind Cheapo/
But leave your BB guns at home if you can beat me/
Ill be rollin deep/
With Kool 9 Lives/
Holdin' thirty rolls of TP/
So ladies can take a pee-pee/
and fellas drop dookies in Michelle Bachman's pool for me/
Just like that.
(Breakdown)
Chorus
(MNtality and Koosa)
Money own land
Money own the seas
Money own the oil and the booming industries
It's the crack of the time and the fabric of the trees
It's the fat from the swine and the wax of the bees
(transition synth sounds played by Eric Salone)
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Bird's Song
03:11
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tweet tweet
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Verse 1:
(MNtality)
It's no joke/
I gotta quit this smoke for a long while/
'cause it makes me act just like a dope/
I missed a gig/
A pretty damn big opportunity/
Pretty foolish of me to oversleep/
Not only that/
But I was too baked the night before/
To even realize that I'm a man with duties and chores/
Unreliable/
that'll be my rep if I keep being irresponsible and forget/
To mark every step in my booklet/
I'm not viable/
won't survive another day among the best/
That's why the clouds in my chest and brain need a rest/
I need to focus my head on what's next yo/
Now is of the essence/
I'm gifted with the presence of my mentors and legends/
I have the utmost respect, but so much more could be given/
So it's all on me/
It's all on me/
It's all on me to be the bigger man and change it for myself/
and clean my act up off the ground so I can live up on the shelf/
I aint apologizing, this aint no sorry song/
This is a promise to the good people that I've done wrong/
I solemnly swear, from this day, moment and after/
Imma be a whole new different type of Poet/Actor/Rapper/
You can trust me if you need a spot filled/
I'm buying a new calendar so I don't get my name killed/
Chorus:
(Paper Airplane Society Of America)
It's a shame that I'm always Do or Die/
God knows I'm pretty shitty but he likes to watch me try/
One day soon I will get up off my ass/
Getting out of this rut so tired of coming last/
All this time talking too much shit/ yeah
I know better than that
I know better than that
I know better than that
I know better than that
I know better than that
I know better than that
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(MNtality)
Thank you DJ MAS for this beautiful instrumental.
If only you could understand where I'm coming from/
Ladies played games with my heart, I hope they had fun/
But my beating piece of meat aint nothing to toy with/
Quit tinkering with my emotions I'm too joyous for that/
Yeah I'm happy, unless you attempt to slap me/
I'll do everything to make you feel the opposite of crappy/
I'm the nice cat/
But girls seem to want a dog/
Who will Love 'em and leave 'em and run off into the smog/
I wish she knew what she had before she c-cut me off/
'cause this cat it gone, moving on/
Her loss/
I took advantage of it then, but now I see that...
Nothing's Forever
Nothing turns out the way I hoped in the beginning/
But life takes it's toll, eventually I started grinning/
and then I took a dip into the danger zone for fun/
I thought it would relieve my stress, guess what it got done...
...the one thing I hate is when I can't grasp it/
The one time I Loved I had to get p-passed it/
The one trip I took I had to read by the book/
'cause everyone around me was blinded by what I overlooked/
(DJ MAS)
...and that's a true story.
Nothing's Forever
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Vaksine!
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the thinness escapes from the place where the overbearing barely covers the space
the doormat waits- empty handed on the porch
the solemn rocking chairs
the floating feel of translucence
I have been there, I have been to the blueprint
only to return to the surface to feel how my skin is useless
I shed the cuticles from my fingertips
my heart is a tapestry of stimuli
dancing orchards of seaweed, it's just you and i
the corrosion of the collarbones
the humming static of hollow bones
i pick lint from my sternum, with my eyes closed
my limbs wander inwards
like an acephalous serpent searching for its head
my alabaster shaded ribs kiss my wrists, when they graze
briefly, like the rare raindrops of a thunderstorm
the walls of my body crumble
the cavities, the vacancies, the inundated abyss
an expansive vessel of reveries
indiscriminate boundaries, i dream endlessly
of the end.
counting. down. with. my. teeth.
until my mouth is a cave, i open
the darkness takes comfort in the pockets i keep concealed like a covenant
i do not unlock doors, but instead swim through the keyholes
my skin gets caught in the opening and I am left with a naked soul
but it feels warm to be unclothed,
but it feels warm to be unclothed
it feels warm to be held and simultaneously to hold
to have been turned to gold and see through golden eyes
it feels warm when the feathers of my discarnate self fly
the heat against my faceless face
i am so synonymous with the lightwaves that i taste its pyretic taste
my alabaster shaded ribs kiss my wrists, when they graze
briefly, like the rare raindrops of a thunderstorm
the walls of my body crumble, i am searching for home
the place of unlocked doors and closure
where the ceilings and the tiles tiptoe towards each to be closer
the floors buckle and the chimes are elicited as the steel frame breaks
breaks loudly, breaks against itself
breaking apart to expose the areas that have yet to be felt
i dream endlessly, the unabated pattern of dream sequences
unable to withhold, the linings of the fabric unraveling
the spirals reverse circulating
until there is nothing, but heart, a tapestry of stimuli
naked, it's just you and i
the comfort of vanished skin
floating through the translucence,
through doors and keyholes
the space in between the floorboards
where our feathers gather
it feels warm to be unclothed
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(opening sample from the film - "It's a Wonderful Life")
He was never really here
He was never really there
He's trying to sneak through life because he really doesn't care
They were never really here
They were never really there
They're all sneaking through life because they really don't care
Verse 1:
He's ruthless, a con artist who leaves bruises/
He's toothless, the kind of guy who blockades the movements/
A man of power in his dreams, not in society/
Forgotten by his family/
Once, he even lied to me/
Right to my face he spat through denture-less lips/
He's pissed at his dad for abandoning his kids/
Now, come on man! Why can't you have some decency?/
He eats without a fork, spoons are his enemy/
Living at home alone with seven cats and a creaking ceiling/
All he listens to is RUN-DMC/
With so much anger bottled up inside/
He can't remember the last time he cried/
He wish he died/
But cowards can't kill themselves/
Too wimpy in the wits/
Gettin' closer to the edge with every conniption fit/
Sitting on the balcony looking down at all the people/
Louie has a revelation...his life is real/
Chorus:
Floating in this abyss of realness is bliss if you don't have anything
Verse 2:
Downstairs there's a man on the 35th floor/
who always keeps me awake by slamming his doors/
The smell of his cats rises up through the vents/
It sucks living in this apartment and paying rent/
Someday I want a big house, a big car, a big jet/
I'll fly far, I'll get checks and never come back/
but until that day comes I guess I'm stuck here drinking beer/
above an 84 year old man who can't hear/
Yeah he's deaf/
But he peers at the equalizer/
Getting wiser off RUN-DMC sound waves they get him higher/
Than meth amphetamines pushed into his father's veins/
Right through a syringe it only makes him insane/
Louie needs a crane, 'cause it's heavy on his shoulders/
Oh my goodness the warmth is getting colder/
One more Genuine Draft, two years since I've been sober/
Me and Louie on the balcony...should it be over?
Chorus
Floating in this abyss of realness is bliss if you don't have anything
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MNtality Saint Paul, Minnesota
Creative Producer from Saint Paul, MN born of the Hip-Hop generation.
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