*Phone ring* D-Menace: Hey, yo, Pat, listen man, I got this new track coming out, from, uh, you know, this new album that I’m releasing, and I want you to hear it. I think it’s some really good stuff dude! PXW: Word, word, let me hear it. I'm just relaxin...up in Aspen... Colorado, in my maxima... But I think I’m being followed Cuz I almost just swallowed A whole bottle of aspirin, now I’m sitting here gasping For air, and I’m thinking about the action I speak with a slight accent That's on point, like a decimal And I'll decimate you, cuz you're infinitesimal... Step on your genitals, like a gentleman A veteran, who likes to chew edible medicine And spew general venom in The direction, of enemies Leaving them in the breeze Till their energy is fatigued And I consider this...a heavenly deed D-Menace: Uhh yeah...Alright dude, so what did you think of that? PXW: Well man, it clearly had a lot of technical skill, but shit, what are you talking about?! You’re just rhyming random shit together, like a nursery rhyme basically. Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose-ass bullshit! And the beat didn’t go anywhere, it just repeated endlessly. And it was generic as fuck. You’re just copying Slim Shady. I-I don’t know what to tell you man, you gotta get your own style. D-Menace: Man, fuck you!

When I first heard Hip-Hop, my lip dropped in shock I didn't know what time it was, checked my wristwatch Just like that, the match was scratched and it was The moment I was trapped like a fly that gets caught In a web of intrigue, it was in me indeed To explore what I'd found to astound with quick speed At the time I was 6, with my mind in a fritz But no real method to fulfill my fix Or my craving, but it was something worth saving In the back of the head, I wouldn't let the flame that had been lit go dead So then a year goes by and I'm just chillin killin time Just a bored little kid and I'm fillin nine Hours of the day with cartoon programming Little did I know my heart would soon start jamming As I click that button, not expecting nuttin I hear the sound of drums and the bass starts thumping *Boom Boom Boom Chicka Boom Bow Wow* I know I can't beatbox, ain't no need to frown But anyway, I was struck, was it just dumb luck? If I hadn't been 7, I'da said "WHAT THE FUCK?!" And from that moment on, every day I kept watching Cuz MTV back then played real music quite often I would stare every morning at the screen intently Watchin 50 Cent get up out of a Bentley Or Snoop in Brazil telling girls they're beautiful Slim saying without him, shit wouldn't be near as cool Yeah those were the days, you could say the genesis Of who in the FUCK that rapping kid named Dennis is Pre-Chorus (4x): In the beginning there was the skies and the earth And power to paint the picture with the rhymes and the verse So that was the genesis, how it all got started But my knowledge was limited, not fully imparted At the time I was also a big fan of Rock From the classic era, ain't no need for shock Cuz like Ice Cube said, it's got the same spirit Rebellion, outside-the-box, you gotta feel it Making something new, the older ones don't get it But you still lay it down, cuz if not you'll wish you said it So anyway, yeah, I was privy to some rhymes From crazy Slim Shady to violent gangsta gun crimes But it wasn't up to par with what a true rap fanatic Is expected to have in a crate up in the attic Then at 15, I had a second revelation When I realized Hip-Hop as a form of creation It all started with Pac, and moved on to Big Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg, then to Nas and Jig Outkast, Cool J, Wu Tang Clan, and more But that still wasn't all the genre had in store For a young fiend, but not of the drug type The kind that fiends for lyrics from behind a mic I made it a point to explore to the utmost No I'm not an expert, but why not try to come close? Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, and Ricky D MC Lyte, Tribe Called Quest, and BDP Big Punisher, Mobb Deep, Jeru All the greats from history, the least I could do I would listen, learn, and study like homework Thinking to myself why not make my own work? I got some skill, and I got some talent I just need to organize, put in place some balance Cuz even if you're lyrically skilled, with no vision Your shit will crash and burn like a 17 car collision So with this new state of mind, and some guidance I decided to create, and mostly stay silent Yeah I told a few people, here and there, whatever But I'm doing this for me, not just to sound clever Man these ARE the days, you can CALL them the genesis Of who in the FUCK that rappin kid named Dennis is Pre-Chorus (4x): In the beginning there was the skies and the earth And power to paint the picture with the rhymes and the verse Chorus (2x): The genesis But not like the scripture The genesis Let me paint you a picture The genesis You could call it a start The genesis Of my rhyming art Now there's way too many artists out there committin blasphemy Neglectin the past, all about the cash, it’s trash to me Back in the days, it was thought that you had to be Skilled in a certain way, not saying do that for free But the cash shouldn't be, your number one motive 20 years from now the shit you say, who's gonna quote it? Or remember who wrote it? Just because it's explosive For one moment, don't mean it's got the power to last against opponents And when it comes to the microphone, you better hold it With some fucking dignity and that's not a figment of the Imagination, listen to the real artists talk about creation I saw an interview with Rakim the other day when He praised Em's, intense commitment and dedication If you don't treat your work as a craft, it don't make sense To even pursue it, you had that one moment or opportunity - you blew it Cuz all you wanted to do is, say something stupid, say screw it Lay back and tell your friends you made some ends and blow thru em Like this shit is a big joke, but you ain't Big Pun You talk about having respect, go out and get some That shit isn't given, it's earned like a check sum Without a set of skills, you ain't getting not a bread crumb So either come back with philosophy, or get gone Instead of posing tough, like society's biggest menaces I think YOU motherfuckers need your OWN genesis Pre-Chorus (4x): In the beginning there was the skies and the earth And power to paint the picture with the rhymes and the verse Chorus (2x): The genesis But not like the scripture The genesis Let me paint you a picture The genesis You could call it a start The genesis Of my rhyming art

Chorus (2x): "If I said it, I meant it" Bite my tongue for no one "If I said it, I meant it" Bite my, bite my tongue for no one "I don't know it's just the way I am" "I don't know it's just the way I am" "It’s just the way I am" I'm like a serpent, with a snake’s tongue and a man’s body So while you’re standing over there with your nose so damn snotty I'll be thinking up rhymes to attack your whole body Mind, soul, and spirit if you let me get near it You don't gotta fear it, it's just something you deal with Like a viral infection, man check your inflection Before your pretentious lyrics make you select protection I come from the depths of hell to destroy the villagers So hide your children, cuz I plan to be diligent And if you come ill equipped, you get slaughtered like Kip Winger Oh wait hold on a second, I think I mixed up my lead singers Ehhh that's alright, I don't really care for hair metal But when I'm on the mic I feel like a daredevil I’ll wait till the air settles Around me, then proceed with my next line It's okay that you failed, I guess just try better next time Chorus: "If I said it, I meant it" Bite my tongue for no one "If I said it, I meant it" Bite my, bite my tongue for no one "I don't know it's just the way I am" "I don't know it's just the way I am" "It’s just the way I am" In a fraction of a second, I draw my deadly weapon But this is not an automatic gun I'm representing I don't condone violence but that don't mean I'm silent It's called using your wit to spit some shit, you should start tryin it I'm too legit to quit like MC Hammer, you can't touch this And just like Wu-Tang Clan I'm known to bring the fuckin ruckus Your lyrical ability’s hysterically silly, see Your mind is playing tricks on you, I guess I’ll call you Willie D Except you lack the skill you need to really be as ill as he Probably cuz your stupidity is fuckin killin me You ain’t no Compton City G, you sure as hell ain’t Eazy E I know he didn’t write his shit, but he had a cool delivery But when you’re on the mic it only leaves me fuckin shivering And not like "oh my god his shit is really fuckin riveting" It's more like you're a toxic hazard polluting all the rivers, G It's not that I dislike you, you're too weak to be my enemy Chorus: "If I said it, I meant it" Bite my tongue for no one "If I said it, I meant it" Bite my, bite my tongue for no one "I don't know it's just the way I am" "I don't know it's just the way I am" "It’s just the way I am" I'm miscellaneous, zany, insane, and nuts I’d say I'm dangerous, but that still ain't enough To describe my persona, this ain't a crazy bluff It's just me being honest, that's why I say this stuff It's not just for riddlin, but Ritalin Would be a damn good middleman Between my thoughts and this notepad My focus is so bad, in 20 minutes I can go from happy, to so mad I always had, ideas that never came to existence What is this? I'd say it’s a lack of energy that's mixed with An instance, of not giving a fuck, that's my inference But back to the point I was getting across See I'm already lost I've had a lot of trouble with concentration, in past situations But with rap it's a blessing cuz no thought is wasted It's all interconnected, if I said it, I meant it Now I’ma strike... PXW: ...with a vengeance I got a lesson for you Dennis You middle class whiny ass Can't even fire shots without repentance Can't even finish the sentence So it's no surprise I'll be the one to end this “LOL random” empty threats, I'd wage my bets, that’s a path to defeat How you gonna battle wits when I got the impetus to stop the beat? What's that? You can't stop the show Pat? I thought we'd take a break from the routine crap Endless repetition, pummels minds into submission Mass attrition is your favorite style Real communication, more than surface information, learn it it will take you miles Speaking of Miles how bout we teach you how to windmill Piles upon piles of hyper-blasting overkill Two of a kind we can bring your schemes down to nill And now it's time: Phil, fill! Chorus (2x): "If I said it, I meant it" Bite my tongue for no one "If I said it, I meant it" Bite my, bite my tongue for no one "I don't know it's just the way I am" "I don't know it's just the way I am" "It’s just the way I am" It’s just the way I am… It’s just the way I am… It’s just the way I am

I've never been the type of person to refrain from cursin Or speakin his mind at like all the wrong times If I thought it, I said it, in some cases, regret it And yeah I wish I had a little button called edit In some situations, when my mind was racing And shit that I said caused me much aggravation But at the end of the day, that's a flaw I can live with Work on it somewhat of course, but I'll still give One hundred percent, pure uncut from the cranium And when I let loose be aware there's no zanier Even when I'm pessimistic I still find the silliness In most situations, the comedy's really just The flip side of tragedy, and you couldn't imagine the Ways I can flip shit around, you just have to see The world with some clarity, and that's really a rarity A notion that is kinda scary And it leads to antisocial commentary Sometimes I get in the mood where everyone is an idiot Cuz they can't keep up with my wit but it's really just Miscommunication in most situations And the meaning most likely got lost in translation You can speak the same language, same grammar and punctuation And not comprehend a word of the person you're facing So that's why I get critical, I'm not really that cynical But when I feel I'm being ignored I just can't seem to pity the fool Like I just said something funny, so why the fuck aren't you laughin? At least a couple of chuckles dawg, I ain't askin for no gaspin For air or anything like that But give me at least a sign that what I'm sayin is on the right track Because I've been known to get mad quite unfairly, that's one common theory For just why I start my antisocial commentary Chorus: “Dennis, man, you ain't seein shit clearly” I can see just fine, open your mind, maybe you'll hear me “Pfffffhhhh really? You're like 21 barely” Being old don't make you wise, so that shit, it doesn't scare me “If you don't got nothin nice...ever heard of that theory?” Man fuck that...I’ma say it and you'll bear me “Man I'm done, you're too young to be this weary” I guess you're too young for my...antisocial commentary *Guitar Solo* Chorus: “Dennis, man, you ain't seein shit clearly” I can see just fine, open your mind, maybe you'll hear me “Pfffffhhhh really? You're like 21 barely” Being old don't make you wise, so that shit, it doesn't scare me “If you don't got nothin nice...ever heard of that theory?” Dude fuck that...I’ma say it and you'll bear me “Man I'm done, you're too young to be this weary” I guess you're too young for my...antisocial commentary

*Skit 1* I masterfully craft catastrophes so dastardly that cops is after me I smash MC's so fantastically they collapse and bleed, then I dash and flee I used to be clean, then I relapsed on speed Which led to coke, shrooms and a dash of weed Yeah...I'm psychotic Name a mental illness and I got it I carve pentagrams in my eye sockets Then I puke up dry vomit I'm back at it An asthmatic crack addict tryna fuel his habit Yeahhhh well I've had it Cuz when I talk to god all I hear is black static A mental patient, STILL waitin for satan So I can murder him and make myself the replacement Dawg you better face it, you know I don't fake shit This is just who I am and I'm about to go ape shit Pretend I'm Slim Shady, take a ride to my basement Ahhhh best brain that I've tasted Chorus (2x): Ahhh...best brain that I've tasted Cook it up fresh, not a scrap to be wasted Best brain that I've tasted And I'll eat yours too, so just give me some patience So here I am again chasing these monsters They're only in my head, but they're making me bonkers I tell em to be quiet but they keep talkin non stop But I'm acting like there's nothing wrong, I deserve an Oscar I'm getting hungry but, not for soup or pasta There's only craniums on this maniac’s roster I slurp them up with a plate of a nachos Then throw the rest back in ya head like "ha ha gotcha!" Yeah I'm crazy but I haven't always been this way Everybody in my family thinks I've been okay Cuz I'm too scared to bring them all over for dinner, hey! Cuz if they saw what I was like then I’d get sent away So I'll just keep being a lunatic that's in dismay And I'm the biggest fuckin villain in this business, bae I really wish I didn't fuckin have to live this way But insanity's a real fuckin bitch they say Chorus (2x): Ahhh...best brain that I've tasted Cook it up fresh, not a scrap to be wasted Best brain that I've tasted And I'll eat yours too, so just give me some patience *Skit 2* I don't know if there is a point to even write this verse Cuz by the time you hear it you'll probably be in a hearse As they're preparing to put your body down in the dirt Was it a painful death? Nawwww it didn't hurt They don't know that you're in your coffin but you're still alive And all the horrors that you've witnessed, man, you can't describe And you don't wanna die but you just really can't decide If you should try to leave this grave and try to fuckin hide But now the funeral is over, everybody's gone You're feeling sick and you know it ain't gonna be that long Plus you don't know if you can even really be that strong You're havin post traumatic stress like you're in Vietnam But then you finally decide to fuckin leave this bitch You manage to get out the coffin, you don't even twitch But then you notice me there standing and I've got a blade I'll eat my lunch and throw the remains right back in the grave Chorus (2x): Ahhh...best brain that I've tasted Cook it up fresh, not a scrap to be wasted Best brain that I've tasted And I'll eat yours too, so just give me some patience *Skit 3*

"This pig harassed the whole neighborhood, this pig worked at the station/This pig, he killed my homeboy, so that fuckin pig went on a vacation" "Mr. Officer, crooked officer…" "Fuck the police, comin straight from the underground…" "I'm fed up with that bullshit, bullshit" "I'm fed up with that bullshit, bullshit" "I'm fed up with that bullshit, bullshit" Cops be ready to bust the musket at a suspect Specially if the suspect be darker than the dusk get And even if the ruckus is all about some dumb shit It's criminal justice, so fuck it It's just another drop in the bucket This country's corrupted Motherfuckin public, afraid to disrupt it Sycophant mentality got its hands up its Ass like a puppet Show some sass and they'll cuff it "Not so fast, son, you're bluffin" Harassed, for nothin What a great system to put your fuckin trust in Don't ask no questions, just start fuckin bustin But somehow the suspects the one who's disgusting? "He's got a mean mug and, I think that he's thuggin" If that's enough to cuff him, who's the fuckin thug then? Who's the fuckin thug then? Who's the fuckin thug then? *Guitar Solo* Who’s the fuckin thug then? (8x) Motherfucker!

You all fucked up by lettin me make an album (PXW: How come?) Cuz I just got on the mic, and let my fuckin style run No, for real, uh, I can’t believe that I actually just made a professional level record This has been my dream ever since I was like 7 years old When I first started hearing Eminem, you know, on MTV and stuff like that And I always wished to make my own music, and I never got around to truly doing it And I don’t know how it’s gonna be received But you know, I’ll be damned if I didn’t try my best To express when put to the test, no stress, nothin less than a mess Anyway, um, yeah I just want to thank everybody who worked on this album Pat, for providing the music to this whole shindig And, you know, playing the instruments and everything Helping me, coaching me through some of the rapping involved with it And giving a lot of great ideas for how the beats should go And just how to make the songs, uh, something that will really stand out amongst You know, other, other rappers and things like that And I wanna thank Phil for recording this fucking album I wanna thank Miles for doing the drum fill on “If I Said It, I Meant It” And also for playing the entire song “Who’s The Fuckin’ Thug Then?” He did a great job on the drums for that song And also I also wanna thank everybody that I knew since I was a kid That was aware of my obsession with Hip-Hop music and they looked at me like I was insane Like you know, why was I even bothering with this Rap crap, you know? That asked me, you know, are you aware that you’re white As if that determines skill level or anything like that And, you know, they just thought of me as that annoying rapper kid who would somehow tie any discussion into Hip-Hop That laughed at me when I used to make really corny songs and record them on my Macbook when I was like 16 Okay, that I can’t blame you for, those songs, they did suck But nonetheless, to all you motherfuckers that told me that all this rap shit was just a fad in my head that was gonna pass sooner or later when I came to my senses And I can name names but I’m not a jerk like that so I’ll just keep it anonymous But anyway, for all you freakin people, I dedicate this album Adios and saya-fuckin-nora Enjoy your lives never having one unique thought of your own Peace!