yo​$​h toasties​.​.​.​just in time 4 tha holidaze

by hauk$ne$$

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released January 27, 2017

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yo$h - toasties

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"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: upst8 st8 of mind
(yosh toasties
sad face emojis
flight of the snowbeast
with my dick in your mouth, byitch)
5 1 8, upst8, capital city, mad money
got that OG in me, the blood of Albany
the best pizza was featured on every corner
you bought a slice every day, you never thought it would go away on ya
in autumn, when leaves are fallin
the red & the green & the yellow mellow out the scene like a comfy pillow
wasted youth livin quick, burnin up life like a wick
now how i miss those beach trips & the picnics but
that's just nostalgia, you deal with it or your life will fail ya
you can't be givin up, livin life in the past will kill ya
but i'll tell ya, i care about my family so much it's scary
would it be better if we lived closer together? very much
but now i've settled down in P-town, it was bumpy
somehow i found a girl, i love her & i know she loves me
we share a house with a turtle, 4 cats & Brody sometimes
i ain't about to flake, i'm just in that upst8 st8 of mind
(i grew up in frederick maryland
this song has nothing to do with me)
Track Name: slush it along (is killin worth it?)
slush it along
slush it along
slush it along
puddles & puddles & puddles & puddles & mush
crushin ice like picks & my kicks is gettin flushed
won't hush, won't shush, i spit coldly cuz i must
at the moment i'm so full of pneumonia that i could bust
forecast was slush, so i adjusted as such
trusted in my boots with the super glue over the cuts, plus
double socks, no holes, thick wooly ones
surely i thought i had this f-f-frozen game won
not a chance son, just 1 step & i was done
soaked fully, no joke, like some bloke in london
now it's colder than a polar bear's cold shoulder
hold up, all my toes just froze off & crossed over
(ring ring ring ring) yo that's my phone
some jerk from work callin, wonderin where i roam
yo, i'm down the fuckin road, chillbro baggins sucka
mothafucka
as i rush both soles feel the gush of old snow
that's why now my flow is cold to the touch, yo
why's the weatherman never bein' a better friend?
let it snow, son, now you wanna melt again?
chillbro, just go slow 'cross this chilly earth
that's the nature of slush on killinsworth
slush it along
popos be ready with that white chalk
lotta frozen hobos on these nopo sidewalks
aint just squawks from the hauks, it's real talk
noah built an arc, we ain't even buildin shelters in the park
we tell em to hell with em & the holes they fell in
like they're felons str8 outta bedlam, oughta let the cold kill em
well i envision a better land, man, with free sweaters &
spanish cocoas so those folks can get loco
in times like these people easily freeze
so don't be a penny squeezer when you hear a friendly sneeze
seize the moment, spread that middle class cheese with ease
don't dismiss homelessness as an incurable disease
if you got the xtra Gs or coats for the winter
pretty please look up & visit a nearby donation center
cuz too many enter this cold world with not enough
while too many others don't ever learn how to love, what
we all deserve to live, so give give give give as much
as you're willin, fuck this killinsworth slush, yo
why's the weatherman never bein' a better friend?
let it snow, son, now you wanna melt again?
chillbro, just go slow 'cross this chilly earth
that's the nature of slush on killinsworth
why's the weatherman never bein' a better friend?
let it snow, son, now you wanna melt again?
chillbro, just go slow 'cross this chilly earth
that's the nature of slush on killinsworth
slush it along
slush it along
slush it along, yeah
slush it along
Track Name: eazy EZMA
yo yo whattup yo, it's eazy ezma on the prowl
watch your back guppy, mouse & fowl
she ain't pussyfootin around, she'll fuck your ass up
or at least meow til motherfuckers back up
no words, all fluff, begs to be heard, keeps dreads tough
pick her up too rough? you get purred
with mad fur she's a pillow, rockin ab jello
she for real though, guards the front yard like a scarecrow
a hairball doll, her cat calls shake the walls
sittin stoic, yeah, the only pussy with balls
all yall bitch kittens, look at the sitch & reexamine
her paws turn to claws quick, so don't touch her salmon
yo yo whattup yo, it's eazy ezma on the prowl
watch your back guppy, mouse & fowl
you'll wanna find a new place to hide the marijuana
no obstacle's impossible for this pot prima donna
total ganja fever, seen her get more retarded
than a wal-mart greeter, ezma the weedeater
sendin birds threats & fish cold sweats
she gets off your lap, then back up to get pet
shush, man, no sound, she's off in dreamtown
makes no plans other than nap, sleep & lie down
yo yo whattup yo, it's eazy ezma on the prowl
watch your back guppy, mouse & fowl
shits & sheds & shoots glares at the neighbors
that breakfast you gave her? half now & half later
ain't about doin' favors or hard labor
check your feline translator, eazy ezma's a player
nappin on laundry, curled up with the socks
lives a life of hard knocks, she rocks her litterbox
with style, buries her pile & passes slow,
with her nose up, this diva knows she got flow
yo yo whattup yo, it's eazy ezma on the prowl
watch your back guppy, mouse & fowl
she ain't pussyfootin around, she'll fuck your ass up
or at least meow til motherfuckers back up
she's seriously a really good kitty, i love her dearly
she never once bit me or at least not severely
& if you ever hurt her, you best not get near me
cuz i'll murder your entire fuckin family, you hear me?
cuz i love her
Track Name: freak winter/upst8 (DA CODA)
1987, early winter winds rippin
heat up the car, it's revvin, yeah they gotta get steppin
cuz a baby's on the way, her water broke, but she's golden
she's a pro, it's her 2nd since her wedding, but it's cold &
a little icy for these tires, & her sitch is more dire
than she knows cuz the baby inside her
will never be exposed to the home that's now behind her
his folks'll be divorced by the time he's outta diapers
but for now it's all about them windshield wipers
clearin up vision so dad can safely drive her
& it's mission accomplished, mama, now to action
contractions, contractions, contractions, contractions
the cryin, the screamin, the cuttin, the bleedin
the miracle of a mom & baby's first meetin
doctor spoke honest, "your son has got jaundice
& he isn't breathin, sorry folks, you gotta leave him"
so mama to the nurse whispered thru teary eyes
the name she rehearsed, then said her 1st goodbyes
now it's back in the car, feelin just a bit thinner
the winds bit hard during that freak winter
(verse 2)
life at 25, mama didn't drive
& freak blizzards were preventin her from gettin rides
to visit her son she felt she had abandoned
what else could she have done? the guilt inside demanded
but guilt turned to dread when at last she got to see him
with needles in his head & a mask to stop the wheezin
didn't know how to act, but she knew her heart was achin
& it didn't change the fact that her family was breakin
she finally brought him home, but home was not the same
together but alone, they had no one else to blame
then the real storm came, losing years to court battles
passin back & forth that bag of binkies, bibs, & rattles
winter winds blowed in, bitterness began showin
confusion & accusin & some temper tantrum throwin
thought it was abuse, she used to discipline by slappin
one day he returned it - with a backhand
like mad thunder clappin
too much fear & unclearness had been trapped in
he wanted to but couldn't take it back once it happened
so he split, & that freak winter kept draggin on & on & on & on...


















(verse 3)
so today i'm askin was it worth it to flee the st8 of my birth
at the time it hurt not to jet but now some regrets are surfacin
the opportunity rang true with me to search a new part of earth
at the cost of feelin lost like ernie with no bert
9 years have passed, couldn't ask for better friends than those i've amassed
but memories urge me to be with people from my past so
now i yearn to learn to grow, turn with the flow, & reap these seeds i sow
because you never know when there'll be no tomorrow
i'm tryin to find some peace of mind, a sign to draw the line
between what's real & fantasy, can it be that nothing was ever fine?
if that's the case then the choice i face is a waste
i'll never find my place no matter how many steps i retrace, basically
& honestly, the only thing stoppin me from livin positively is me
i know it too well, what the hell is up with me?​
shit i'm 29​, fuck all this frettin of mine
i'm sick of sweatin this upst8 st8 of mind
(i was born in pasadena)