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by hauk$ne$$

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released May 7, 2014

MC yo$hi - knowledge & strength
DJ hatchetooth - love & laughter

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hauk$ne$$ Portland, Oregon

"brody quit the band cuz he needed some space, and i couldn't let the mic on the stage go to waste"

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Track Name: the return of HAUKSNESS (brody cant say shit)
yosh, yosh, yosh, yosh
yoshi, yoshi, yoshi, yoshi
guess guess guess who's back, make some noise
& watch out, it's the hauksness boyz
nan was never in this, the band's never been this
but now we're a hip hop group, DJ spin this
uh, uh huh, yeah, what up yall? uh
we're takin over this business
only the best can win this game
hauksness, it's the only name
the rest are too tame, they all sound the same
it's a S to the H-A-M-E shame
but that's all about to change
you gotta expand your peripherals, widen your range
you're missin the big picture, listen to my lecture
you were sittin on your thumbs, now somebody came & kicked ya
& up up up & away we go
we just started jumpin but you already know
i'm the master of flow on the microphone
i'm your ice, i'm your cream, i'm your god damn cone
i bury your rules & piss on the grave stone
cuz only a fool don't play by his own
i'm not a follower tool or some sheep-skinned clone
i'm the reigning king on the hip hop throne
hauksness rap, you might think that's wack
i asked brody for permission but he never called me back
i mosied to the kitchen just to grab a little snack
& then i got to thinkin, brody can't say jack
there's no registered trademark, no nothin legit
i'm stealin your name brody, deal with it
you know i'm in it to win it, you're trippin if you think i'll quit it
i rock the mic every day, every hour, every minute
but hauksness fans, they know where they stand
fully by my side cuz i take em for a ride
you're not aaron neville, you're poverty level
so let king riddim show you rhymes & how to spit em
everyone knows my tag is yoshi
but they call me quiznos cuz i'm mmm toasty
put an S on my chest, an A on my test
you're messin with no less than the best, this is hauksness
i'm a genius, a lyrical microphone miracle
i spoonfeed you knowledge like cereal
being a spiritual unique individual is more beneficieral than vitamins & minerals
rat tat, i bet you didn't know that
i only spit facts & i just spat
i'm forever at my pinnacle, i'll keep it minimal
4 words or less: hip hop equals hauksness
brody's too poor to sue, brody's too poor to sue...
when i say poor, you say brody
poor/brody
Track Name: set the DJ free
set set set set set the DJ free
Track Name: so many words (but nothin gets said)
rappin gibberish
i'm slippin flipperish
i'm ticklish
so sweet like liquorice
the spoon & pastry dish
cancer kid gets a wish
pet a fish
the trash collector's name is trish
i'm dangerish
the mangy yard bitch
gimme a kish
the rash on my tush is fictish
oh shish
house mouse blouse
we bounce on the couch
you pinch my pouch
ooh ouch
every day i say hey to the neighbor laday & her babay
we lay in the shade & sip sweet tay & drink to pompei
horse hay & pig's play with art class clay
cray cray
seasaws on the seashore eat maynay all day every day
all day every day
Track Name: the return of HAUKSNESS part 2: we all die tonight
hey man, you wanna get high?
(oh get high man? i don't know if i wanna get high right now)
aw cmon man, you should, why not?
(well, i mean, i haven't taken a shower yet, i mean, i still gotta make food, get to work, i mean)
oh i love goin to work high, what's wrong with that?
(i don't know, man, you get to work, you start callin your boss the wrong name, you take the hot dog tongs & you start puttin em in the ice machine &...)
oh i've been smokin weed since i was kid, man, ain't nothin wrong with it, look at me
(well ok man, well i mean, you don't look too good, but...)
oh i've been smokin weed forever (forever?) & i'm fly as shit
(tell me about it, tell me about weeed)
when life was simple
i was just poppin pimples on my dimples
a single track adol-
nah man, i'm fresh like moses from the mountain top
(oh yeah man, well tell me about it, tell me about weeed)
when life was simple
i was just poppin pimples on my dimples
a single track adolescent bimbo
a symbol of youth stuck in limbo
i made the choice to mingle with the resin/keef/sweet leaf/bud that made me tingle & tremble
searchin for a new level to disassemble my mind
& free me from the devil of boredom
my lungs inhaled like i taught em
& soon i was stoned, thrown far from rock bottom
& as i exhaled all these details prevailed over the veil & i could finally see well
yeah it's illegal, amigo, but don't be scared of jail
the lawman's lazy & plus: i got your bail
those whistles & bells that aim to derail us from our trail
all hail from old wives' tall tales
their lies are stale so just make that sale from the scale
breathe deep & easy with a big inhale
(420)
ooh crap, but there's 1 drawback
with a thwack you're hit with a panic attack
that fat sack that made you crave bad snacks is packed to the max with a void so utterly pitch black
you're too high to even try to relax
& you lack that special knack for cuttin yourself slack
you bragged about your drags, you could smoke like a chimney stack
now look at you, jack, your whole world is gone wack
& you're thinkin, was it crack?
all you can hear is clickity-clack, clickity-clack, clack
tik tok tak & you're sweatin like jumpin jacks
your mind's a yolk sac & there's no going back
so you try to stand up & everyone's starin
a weird walk to the bathroom & everyone's starin
you take out your penis & everyone's starin
the voices are blarin, the space fabric is tearin
every girl & boy's gettin paranoid
oh no, we might all die tonight
faded, dilated, our minds inflated
oh no, that's right, we all die tonight
you can't stop sweatin, with every drip you're bettin
oh no, we might all die tonight
but you're pussy shit if you don't take another hit
oh no, we might all die tonight
the chronicles of chronic
we're gettin baked like the plague, the bubonic?
yeah, the room spins like sonic
i'm on it, you want it? another fat bong hit?
don't monkey around, king kong it
cmon ignite it with the flame, don't pocket the light
let's take a flight like we all die tonight
the afghan kush & white rhino is tight, right?
but mixin that shite is dynomite
gets you so blazed, so confused & dazed
til your swimmin in a maze of a ganja haze
you'll always be trippin & flippin the page
you're skippin work today, fuck your minimum wage (no)
i'm the MC & i'm settin you free (no)
til you're so stoned you can hardly see (no)
flyin high like a black birdy (no)
wasted like a fat turdy (no)
every girl & boy's gettin paranoid
oh no, we might all die tonight
faded, dilated, our minds inflated
oh no, that's right, we all die tonight
you can't stop sweatin, with every drip you're bettin
oh no, we might all die tonight
but you're pussy shit if you don't take another hit
oh no, that's right, we all die tonight
hauksness is the green machine mothafucka
we all die tonight
(hauksness 2 point oh no)
Track Name: saying "yoyoyo" and "yeah" over and over to this fat beat
yeah yoyoyo etc.
Track Name: RACIST POLICE (dont call me a cracka)
(911, what's your emergency?)
yoyoyo my buddy just came outta the closet
(sir, you can't call the police if your friend's gay)
no, not the gay closet, the racist closet
(oh, well in that case, we're sending officers raw raw & hatchetooth up to your house right now)
well what should i do in the meantime?
(boy you better rap)
uh, bite your lip
don't call me a cracker cuz i never cracked a whip
a cracker to me is a cheese nip
so strip your vocabulary
you better skip every racist word outta your mouth
don't let em slip
or better yet, zip it
you yap & you yip
the other day i heard you say that you got mad gypped
yeah but you cover your bases, right?
you're not really racist
you get wasted, then maybe you might get racist lite
no one records your soundbytes so you deny & rewrite
til only traces of hate disgrace your opinions so slight
well fuck you, i'm a priveleged american white
male to boot, & i won't feed the racial flames you ignite
i refuse to capitalize on any people's plight
i'm forthright in hopes to unite
don't wanna be an offender, so you better remember
don't call me a cracker & don't you dare say the N word
your racist ass just got bested
we're the racist police & you're arrested
the lowest of low, you racist head
if this force had guns, you would be dead
i bet you didn't know this, i'm polish
but when you say polacks are knuckleheads it runs off my shoulders
man you're lucky i'm silent, not everyone's anti-violent
so if you're lookin for a fight then keep talkin cuz you'll find it
i hear you say shit like the K word, a.k.a. kike
take a hike, dick, you sound like the 3rd reich
i'm so sick of all your dumb racist remarks
you think i'll smile at your bile cuz both our skins isn't dark?
well fuck you again you sad sack of a man
we got nothin in common, let alone our tone of skin
we come from different places
when i was young & in braces you had perfect str8 teeth
but that's irrelevant you racist
we're all different colors from another
so uncover the loving truth & hug your sisters & brothers
let's love each other
whether you're black, white, or purple
it's unnecessary to shoot your crazy racist verbal
your racist ass just got bested
we're the racist police & you're arrested
the lowest of low, you racist head
if this force had guns, you would be dead
plow plow, plow plow plow plow
hauksness
Track Name: the return of HAUKSNESS part 3: we all die tonight...again!
all gonna die tonight
all gonna die tonight again
all gonna die tonight
we're all gonna gonna gonna gonna die tonight
darkness is everywhere
everybody's runnin scared
pour me a big cup so i can sip it up
pass the grass, i'm gonna smoke it, make it last
you don't wanna let the last night of your life pass
time is tickin, almost gone
this is the last hauksness song
i'm gonna rap tight, we're all gonna die tonight
i'm gonna rap tight, we're all gonna die tonight
darkness is everywhere, everybody's runnin scared
pour me a cup so i can sip it up
i'm goin down in a tailspin
this grenade ain't got no pin
you better repent for all your sins
they're throwin all the bodies in
justice is ready to steal, she's not takin any bail
heavy hands follow me, lost in dark misery
pour me a big cup so i can sip it up
down in a tailspin, this grenade ain't got no pin
run run for all your sins, throwin all the bodies in
time is tickin, almost gone
this is the last hauksness song
all gonna die tonight, all gonna die tonight
we're gonna die tonight, all gonna die tonight