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Mark's Wild Years

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You need to step right up with that extra buck. Capitalism baby get in a rhythm it gets nuts. Credit Card, Debit Card.. Get it fast, let it charge. No Dough? Don’t sweat it dog, Layaway today! We got the best interest rates and we got faith you’ll pay And if not we’ll take your place away.. Hey… Hey.. Why you worried bout that? Don’t worry bout that… Put the item in the bag! Holiday season can you prove your love? You need to Step right Up girl choose your drug. Move to the fiscal groove let’s cut a rug You see that remaining balance you need to use that up. Don’t nobody like a stick in the mud.. Step it Up. Treat yourself to a necklace and facial scrub It only takes one swipe Go and name your price. What’s it gonna take to put you in that car and drive away tonight?? (It’s effective… It’s defective…) How do we do it, How do we do it? We need your business! Prove to remove any trace of doubt Discounts for the overconsumption let’s get down Who cares if you forfeit your mortgage The smorgasbord of preorders is gorgeous Secure it now… Lock it down… I prophecize profits we’ll pocket now I mean “spread to community!” We’ll all get down Let’s globalize how we mobilize Now how that sound? Sever older ties, suffer no demise Get it NOW NOW NOW NOW Want a kid with a wi-fi crib? How can you see the world without a wide eye lens. Break free get it HD The latest trend, cut that ribbon let’s make it an event It’s self-cleaning, self-helping, self-destructive But oh so important!!!
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Drunk off my Bourbon I can gaze into my past The role for my soul been openly miscast No more holds on control You can nail me to the mast I’ll be on my way and don’ worry I ain’t never coming back I can tango till I’m sore Drink till I hit the floor Take me to my rest Forever more Fallin outta window with Confetti in my hair I can feel the ever ready ready to sever whatever’s there Watch the whiskey levitate Never break whatever’s fair Average height, Debonaiire Silver Tooth, metal glare Feel it in the air, the doubt the wearing out. Bartender double up on this glass Let’s take it there Pick apart the nightmares Leave em at the step Let’s enjoy the evening Before the demons collect And with this last drink I will dedicate my past Everyone in this saloon please elevate their glass Some soldiers earn medals, Some never make it back Some allocate the facts to manufacture a path I can tango till I’m sore Drink till I hit the floor Take me to my rest Forever more Promise me you’ll bury my Clarinet in the ground When I return to my essence I’ll be in need of the sound It seems my life’s progression’s been played in the background Like datatatataatattadatt.... How that sound? It’s storytime children We buildin’ let’s gather round... We dance the tarantella Live this night forever we gettin down The Cubans hit the floor Like what you did it for? I did it cuz I’m livin’ I get it... Let’s get it more Drunken off my Scotch I can gaze into my past The role for my soul been openly miscast No more holds on control You can nail me to the mast I’ll be on my way and don’ worry I ain’t never coming back I can share every part of which my dreams In which I bleed became tethered to my sleeves Rip off the patches between the seams Tonight we dance till were dead Step outside of our heads Leave behind the past and soak up all the regrets Bury the common sense Live in the present-tense Exonerating the facts drinking to it’s success Funeral parlour tricks Caught up in the bliss Oh ye Of so little reason to exist Get me to New Orleans or whichever will suffice Paint my name upon the pew in celebration of life
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Temptation that Adam and Eve Basic Fall for every Mademoiselle In hell’s basement For whom the bell rings We pay attonement’s tolls at the great fork in the road To break the spell waiting Different Funeral parlour tricks Caught up in the mix Gotta get that fix Bleeding for that Bliss Yep the reason we exist Believe what you believe in Call a heathen a heathen It can stand to reason But the reason we can’t stand We all bleeding from the wrist Heart of Darkness set off Like Modern Marlowe Chasing after barcode receipts Into the unknown we retreat Believe it it’s gets deep The demons love to play when we sleep And they play for the keeps No return, no receipt Burns from the heat But we woken now Tales of the broken down And that Apple is sweet. Tempted by the serpent Lust, desire merging Harlots are starving for product as if they hardly eat.
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Singapore 02:21
Tonight we sail for Singapore We’re all as mad as hatters here I’ve fallen for a tawny moor She shatters all my atmosphere I’m Drunk with all the chinamen Amounts were never moderate With Rice Wine and Plum juice chasing down the vitamins Took off to the land of Nod To wander is our punishment Guided by our errant thoughts Product of the wonderment The Sewers under Paris stalk God’s behind the thundering I dance along a colored wind Living on the run again Dangled from a rope of sand Humming on my drum of sin Rhythms of a broken man Hold it down, understand You must say goodbye to me Cry me a river And Pry me from this society Bid farewell to piety Burning all the liars w. fire Til it tires me The irony ain’t lost on the one’s who pay the cost Through the alley Back from hell When you steeple bell You must admit it’s time to go and assume it’s just as well It goes wipe it down with gasoline Till his sides are hard and mean You can have the art of war He’s mastering the art of speak Beat…..Heart Beat Pardon me… Talk’s Cheap Speak only what you afford Off in Singapore It goes Sing a song of sixpence Sittin on a brick fence Six pack for the mission Inhibition to the wind friends Off in Singapore Who can haggle with the merchants The price you pay is life In the abyss of the uncertain Close the curtain on the Russian Roulette And forget your purpose Don’t worry the madness Will carry every last one fo your burdens And you can dance forever more Live and die in Singapore Gone with the wind… Godspeed my friend Awoke with a hand gun vigil Still as a whisper Knowing that God don’t love you Left in a huff, rush strut of a struggle Douse the flame but still gone in a flicker Broken seams of that same damn fixture Hopes and dreams and now it burns a little quicker Arsenic w.in the veins explains A firestarter by trade I was born in a blister Walked in the village to find the blind merchant Talked to the vision aligned to find serpents Caught in a pitfall, disengage Whiskey sips, grip today… Tailor made slipknot, fit just right… Watch me, watch me… Fade away Another apparition born of bad religion Dismiss tomorrow as a product of today.
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Lady liqs that shady bitch She make me sick right… Somedays I'd like to take my fist right to her windpipe I never hit a woman But if you know what she's doin you'd reconsider to and… Look at all she ruined No matter what I'm always back up on her doorstep Fresh set of roses trying to coax her back my rest smell her up on my breath Every time I feel the stressed She took it all… Every last red cent and the last rent check All weekend spent wrecked with her Can you believe it? I fell for the tricks up her sleeve She is So deceiving... I’m seething I’m gone I’m leaving I shoulda been doing this, I coulda been doin that Instead I'm with you not doing shit at my pad I wish you, wish you, wish you, wish you leave me alone In the morning all I got is your receipt and you gone Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone My resentment is strong But still I hate it really cuz I don't really hate you at all And Everytime I'm going out I got to keep you involved You're the reason I am late My Visa, my escape The reason for the amnesia I'm feeling, But still Im feeling great!! Lady Liqs you are a shady bitch How you get away with this Make me wanna…. make me wanna… make me wanna Cash in my change And do away with this Feeling of sobriety, prying me from piety I seen your ways you spying me Liar, Liar.. Absinthe on fire higher power Let's write it down like Dear Diary I swear gonna leave right after this Whiskey Sour I promise, I promise Staring at a hourglass drowning in your sour mash How long will your power last??? It's anybody's guess… Taking what you. Taking what you, Taking what you Want I don't need to, I don't need to, I don't need to FRONT Lady Liqs…. You shady bitch I know your ways and shit Ain't no need to babysit Takin what you… taken what you…Taken what you Want I don't need to….. I don't need to…. I don't need to FRONT I… am mesmerized by the time that we spend intertwined And in miiiiiiiiiiiiiind Girl I don't really have the time Agave barley or hops Can I borrow a dollar ? For tomorrow Scotch holler! If not… I probably drop But she cares not She knows I’ll find a way Go away she knows I won’t I’m always inclined to stay One shot, 2 shot, 3 shot Four I gave her everything that she wanted and much more Every time I turn my back Take a call Or burn a match She learning a diff. trick to pin me further to the mat Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone My resentment is strong But still I hate it really cuz I don't really hate you at all And Everytime I'm going out I got to keep you involved I had enough of her act She calls my bluff and I’m back The oldest trick in the book She’s slick, she’s a crook Thinks she’s a queen and steady plays the kid like a Rook Now Im sitting on the floor just look at all that she took The reason I sing the blues Laying here feeling used My ego foreever bruised Relationship’s ina daze hazy I feel confused
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Alice 02:50
I must be insane I wanna give you a ring in exchange for my name I just return back like I'm trained Your smile brings madness With metal hair you swing like iron in the wintertime As if I was never there Just prey lioness feast upon at dinnertime My heart my only offer I am just a cliff-note It's a testament to the author Named Alice Figure 8 upon my soul to demonstrate her control And didn't have to lift a finger I know, I know, I know…. You ripped apart my heart Alice…. With every part of your metacarpi and ya sharp talons Knocked him off-balance Folded into your scarf My desire held with in ev-ery part of your Chalice Within your name I am engulfed. And watch your frame engrain the madness As your departure becomes my own imagined ocean of my sadness Molded into a shape of these inappropriate actions Holding to the faith that you'll integrate with my passions One day… I will say You and I will never sever Noone could ever explain The amount of un-forecasted inexplicable rain I stand underneath to cleanse the pain and I must be insane And I must be insane I must be insane to go skating on your name But I traced it twice And plumetted through ice And now slave to the name for life… Alice How does the ocean rock the boat? How did your razor find my throat? How'd the savior leave a note On my table written on paper then she disappeared into smoke Screens disguised as Alice Broken hopes and dreams Tp part the seas of the imbalance And every smile brings madness to my mind Sinking through the loopholes the most tragic of designs Is her frame I go skating on her name Only to plummet Hard to stomach the contents of her remains named Alice And I still see your silhouette Engulfed in the mist of a most elegant cigarette My vision became listless In need of the stimulant As the crows gather round it I am only 1 But I was hoping that number and sum would become rounded And you an I would form a relations but this relevation is unfounded But IIIIII fell for your trap and I''m wounded consumed by the essence Of you telegraphed my every single past and present Gone… nothing will outlast this confession Written on my bones Stick stones and catacombs of memory I roam I carve your effigy from stone so I'll never be alone And together we can be forever They will never have to know I exist in the stormiest weather and let it known
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Davenports and Kettle drums Thick skin and metal lungs Listen for grenade serenade falsetto hums This one’s for the bravery This one’s for me Everything costs a dollar but the violence is free This old knife is rusted My old life is distant Even cold night’s taught to hold tight position Knitted the inscription On the fabric I’ve enlisted The madness I have shifted To a walking juxtaposition Tryna to pound this dent out of a hood So I can park straight through this gate and maneuver how I should A soldier’s things Jump from the coldest of emotional swings Give provisions to my vision While I’m holding this drink Cuff links and Hub Caps Bad dreams and love cracked Flights depart daily w. no plans to come back Metal gear on the landing strip Settle fears w. some comatose powder in my amulet Dog tag describe Prior name past occupation is just another manuscript That I’m bleeding from my gut One you can’t sew up But it seems my decision’s been made I’ve heard this rhthym been played Live by the blade the acquire similar fate And if I ever make it home The only thing I’ll ever carry is love I’d rather spare this territory And hold a child not a grudge
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Now I don't go to church on Sunday I don't memorize no script, or no verse. Don't kneel inside a pew I will leave that up to you I got a different way to keep up my search I don't study them books of the bible I never looked at my neighbor as a rival I feel good about my plan Walkin' hand in hand My savior don't need no title Call it what you want I just call it how I see it Your beliefs are your beliefs And Mines are all I ever needed We all bleed the same We all experience pain I just got a diff. way to speak to Jesus I'm Just saying... No numbers or Deautoronomy no alter boy sodomy No chronological propped up prophets of piety Just me….. just him I rap to him my sins he tells me sing it again I been baptized by the waters of my mind Cause we all sons and daughters no borders no lines No short order salvation ways to define Just the waves that we allign through spacing and time I rise up the morning with the strenght in my bones Knowing my man’ll hold me down If I can’t do it on my own And we don’t gotta talk in public We holding our own discussion We just do it our own like Fuck it I know Jesus Loooves Me… Maybe just a little more, more No sinners, no saints Meet me at the middle of the day We can dance outside the liquor store Its goes… I know Jesus loooves me Maybe just a little but more, more You can miss me the judgment Sorry I'm not budging I'll be ready for my curtain call.. It goes 1.2.3 As you lay me down the sleep My soul is mine we all gotta earn our keep All 7 days I view the same at the end of the week Now this ain't sacreligous in the least bit I'm just trying find some answers to my questions Now you can try to shout me out when you're preaching And pass my sins around as collection Check it…. Escape through my faith Though considered second rate Gossip during lecture breaks Eavesdropping by the collection plate To the set the record straight Ain't no life Im trying to replicate Heaven is a state of mind Is easy watch me elevate You demonstrate your ties to lord Disguised inside all the flaws you ignore Claim you don’t discriminate but I can read the signs on the door He was bound to the cross For the blind and the poor I’ve never been a man for semantics The life I’m leading now ain’t unexamined Call em agnostic or disenchanted We don’t see the same handprint It’s no great tragedy Let’s have an understanding I walk to the beat of my own concrete Talk’s cheap son we rolling to the gates to squad deep I find a nativity in all creativity Don’t need religious imagery to liven up my Christmas tree No Slanted century bias Can’t pin this on Jews or Pontius Pilate But I’ll wear the badge of heathen If your hate needs a reason You yourself should define what’s inspiring
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Doing the Mayan Meringue The flight of pious Eye of the Sensei As the Earth died crying Stripping Mother Nature of her Birthright… right? Look into my eyelids I incur The eternal silence Silence….. listen to her speak The tears roll down her cheek That is the sound of release Never granting relief Stick my hands into speech like man it gets deep The panic'll creep Panoramic visions of damaged mystique Peep! while you preach World Peace The World is in a state of eternal sleep It's gets deep. WEEP FOR YOUR MOTHER! Am I the one for my brother to keep I'd rather compete capiche I thoughts peeps were being facetious Drawing for the blind like Venetians And the Chorus will rejoice when the Earth dies Screaming! And I can the voice muffled inside of the trouble It slides down what you heard And the rebuttal is far from subtle Down, Down, Down Will you listen to the sound The Earth Died Screaming the day we all turned around If I ain't looking… that it ain't happen If I ain't looking… than it ain't happen Foretold in the scriptures of crossroads Death by the carload the damned lost souls The earth died screaming I lie dreaming of you I wonder if these demons are bleeding like me and you And do we have the same the reasons for belief and seeing us through Stuck in the rubik's cube We live seeking the truth Or not…. Heartbreaking characters of paradise lost Jotting down the caricatures The day the lights went off>>> The reaction Hellish Factions of zealots Display a lack of tact and every single action is selfish Turning their back I can feel the sky falling melting to medal pellets Like fuck it... we didn’t get it Now we all gonna get it... I get it.... I get it....
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Drunk on the moon Cause I ain’t got you Got no choice but to finish my beer And write this tune Existing in emotions that’s getting harder to find Slide down the slope that’s getting harder to climb But it’s part of design In the heart of my mind And I’ve been blinded by the neon Trying to chart what I find But it’s hard enough with these feeling untapped And Im on another greyhound Not sure if this one coming back Held in my flask the guarded memories of past Everything will come to pass I’ve been told relax But I’ve holding it back scolding By emotions That’s seem to hold only their selfish motives intact Can go anywhere on this globe but the only place I want to go is back Instead I wrote down this letter Stiching together we what had And if comes return to sender I’ll address it right back Cause im not given up until I see that moon collapse Tonight Im drunk On the moon But I ain’t got you Got no choice but to finish my beer And write this tune… It goes Never let the one you love leave without fight But you better start tonight And the bartender understands the nature of your plight Sometimes you got to fade to black To gain your sight And you complain all night But Charlie knows Your promises are empty You just want your beer cold. As you stare down the storm drain Or Memories blended with ignored pain Eyed glues to floor board Cant get out of your own way And it’s that one that got away Same song old refrain Nothing much had changed You’d rather count losses than acknowledge gains And it’s product of rain You standing dodging drops And the old man McMillan says he’s gonna call the cops But you don’t really care… They can drag you by the hair But because you’re drunk on the moon And the only one that matters isn’t there She ‘s somewhere with another Getting treated better than you And everything was sewn together but you let it unspool Now the fabric you owns torn Downtrodden forlorn Almost like you knew it A conclusion foregone One more for the road Ok you can kick me out… I never really liked this place anyhow… Down the street I walk Watch the Moon’ callously mock The life we had together outlined it in chalk Better yet a silhouette Shaded perfect with regret You knew this happened next fate it waits with baited breath You take as you step But ain’t nobody there to direct You’ve done this dance before You mine as well have the made the steps Everybody plays the fool But the foolin in you been foolin’ you So long In fact he’s hasn’t been honest yet You consider what she’s given And didn’t ask for nothing back You feel like yo;re doomed to forever live in debt Get it through the thick-headed Like you didn’t get it yet? You deserve what you got shredded And it’s better she forgets Matter fact as long as you got a pulse and a breath Better call her up and only hope that she accepts
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A tribute to one of America’s greatest living artists of any medium, Mark’s Wild Years is a diverse collection of songs from the depths of Tom Waits’ catalog reinterpreted in hip-hop form. Whether re-creating a narrative of death and dancing from Rain Dogs’ “Tango til They’re Sore,” Or tweaking a gut-wrenching homage to “Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis,” Mark’s Wild Years offers the glimpse into the mind of one of NYC’s more promising hip-hop artists as seen through the lens of Mr. Waits

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released November 7, 2012

1.) Step Right Up Prod. By: Yuri Beats
2.) Tango till You're Sore Prod. By: Yuri Beats
3.) Temptation feat. billy woods & Jeanette Berry Prod. By: Zilla Rocca
4.) Christmas Card from a Hooker in Prague Prod. By: Steel Tipped Dove
5.) Singapore Prod. By: Mr. Simmonds
6.) I Don't Wanna Grow Up Prod. By: Yuri Beats
7.) She Took All My Money Prod. By: Steel Tipped Dove
8.) Alice Prod. By: Spills
9.) A Soldier's Things Prod. By: Talpas
10.) Jesus Loves Me Prod. By: Willie Green
11.) Earth Died Screaming Prod. By: Adam Selene
12.) Drunk on the Moon (Ain't Got You) Prod. By: Willie Green
13.) Dirt in the Ground Prod. By: Taj

I Don't Wanna Grow Up features additional vocals by: Elijah Timlin
Dirt in the Ground features additional vocals by: Jeanette Berry, Corina Corina & Willie Green

All songs written by: PremRock except where noted.
Recorded Mixed and Mastered By: Willie Green for Paul Womack Media (BMI)
Executive Produced By: PremRock
* Additional digital edits by David Noel Jr. on Earth Died Screaming & She Took All My Money

Photo By: Gianna Leo Falcon
Layout Design By: Jus FCA

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A barstool prophecy has come true. After years of collaborative efforts with a who’s who of the indy rap vanguard and the striking pairing with Curly Castro as ShrapKnel, it appears PremRock is ready for his closeup.
The New York City-based, Pennsylvania native is widely lauded throughout the hip-hop underground for his strong presence on tour, ever-evolving catalog and tattered, oft-used passport
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