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A Full Tank 03:23
A FULL TANK VERSE they said quit…go ahead and give up, but since I’m here, you can tell I didn’t give a… I ain’t even gotta say it – you can fill in the blank I’m risin’ up through the ranks – I gotta full tank yall runnin’ on empty – that was one of your many mistakes you never know when you’ll be challenged to a race I’ve paid hella dues, well, look at my shoes they remind me of all the battlefields that I’ve walked through …and I keep on reppin’, keep you guessin’ every step of the way …even if I’m stressin’, I won’t letcha see the sweat on my face …I’ve had the blessin’ of bein’ tested – that’s how I was raised now I teach lessons with the passion of a sage like the blastin’ of a gauge, like rap is in my veins my words’ve been accused of verbal abuse, they’re locked in my rib cage they’ve been enslaved and as they escape my mouth they behave as if filled with rage I am to blame, but I can’t erase the way that they view life as a maze …and I got my family surroundin’ me yellin’ “take a break” …and my candle’s burnin’ at both ends…my health’s at stake, but I am stubborn when it comesta the struggle with a muzzle, you can’t keep me muffled, competition crumbles never fumble, and if I do…best believe this I’ll have my elbows up like I’m in a Jacknife mosh-pit fists balled up – wishin’ I could avoid drama gotta stay One Up, inflictin’ Blunt Force trauma goin’ off on a tangent, managin’ to turn a new Leaf when I get to where I wanna be, maybe then I can breathe maybe then you’ll believe that Hip Hop Helps Heal while I pour my soul out like Odis, I will force you to Feel not a Lejend yet, but ya better document my footprints an extraordinary Emissary chantin’ Dallas Got Next recitin’ lines in my Sleep and sleep’s the cousin of death, so when ya lay me to rest in my casket, I guess I’ll be a Dead Poet yep…I’m so obsessive with my manuscript, you betta get a Sniper to Merk me out before I raid your fellowship hibernatin’ in the lab with a pad and a pen voices in my head turned into my Imaginary Friends in a surreal Nev.r.land – I got my Roots and Wings, so I stay grounded, but I can fly away within my Lucid Dreams and I have Multiple IDs that jump my ego daily a gang fight in my head – that’s why my memory is fading it’s Masquerading…making right look wrong when What We Deserve is a Stepping Stone and you may dream…big, but I Dream Bigger I Don’t Drink the Water – stay LIT wit the liquor double-shot of 80 proof Absolute Truth if you disapprove of me, remember I’m Not You if you Neva Dug me, dude, I ain’t trippin’ gotta new set of Good Years and they still spinnin’, the Lord gave me strength to keep on truckin’ I survived that wreck…and I feel so lucky gotta grip on the wheel and a lot on my mind, and ain’t nothin’…EVER gonna stop my grind ain’t nothin’…EVER gonna stop my grind ain’t nothin’…EVER gonna stop my grind I gotta grip on the wheel and a lot on my mind, and ain’t nothin’…EVER gonna stop my grind I’m tuned up…hope you ready to ride – it’s crunch-time the grind’s swimmin’ in my bloodline …embedded in my genes, encoded in my DNA I make love to the mic – that’s how vocals get laid
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JUST ANOTHER THOUGHT VERSE I you’ve got this whole CD to get to know me unless I’ve seen you on the street and sold you a previous EP …and whatchall know about three6t you mighta met G-O-A, but maybe not to the T …and if you’ve copped one of the past 19 projects that I’ve been involved with, then I appre- ciate it…and if I was drunk, I probably gave you a disc I’m a lil’ more giving after I drink a 5th of liquor – I pull the trigger only if it’s Fate’s gun Russian-Roulette…the past 5 times, it’s been all luck, so on this 6th round, I think I’ll sit out I don’t know – whatchall think? good idea – gia, no doubt every track I put out is just another thought you’ll get to know me better and better with each one g-g-gia, and we’ll keep ‘em comin’, don’t you worry ‘bout that hold up main…gotta let me fill up my glass CHORUS I gotta bottle of liquor…and nothin’, but time, so let’s sit back, relax, and enjoy each other’s mind, hey… I gotta bottle of liquor…and nothin’, but time, so let’s sit back, relax, and enjoy each other’s mind, hey… VERSE II I know you’ve seen my Grades, but what about Absolute Truth you know if you test me, I’ll make an A…plus I’ll test you I’m runnin’ past, lookin’ back, laughin’ atcho ass started wheezin’, stopped smokin’, started eatin’ grass I put the bottle down, until my work is done then I pick it up off the ground and down another round that’s how it’s goin’ down…I give my patnaz pounds and give the ladies hugs, an occasional kiss to show ‘em love I’ve always lived my life by the Golden Rule do unto others as if you’d want them to do to you if you bathe in dirt, karma catches you quick, so I rinse myself off every chance that I get my name minus “at,” plus “d,” please be more conscious of what you feed these kids, they eat whatever’s put in front of them from the start trust me…I work with kids – that’s why I speak from my heart most in this game say they’re “soldiers” of the art-form, so they should know – there’s no erasers in the art of war oh…you gotta go? wait, 1 more drink don’t run off so quick, have another shot on me CHORUS
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AIN’T FELT NOTHIN’ VERSE I my senses must be off – yall ain’t got no taste you watch T.V. to see what fashion you’ll embrace lack of originality – invadin’ my space reach down, grab my shoe, and sock you dead in the face pff…give me a break, better yet, give me a rake as I comb through fakes, only few will escape right before I wage war on the corporate race pray to the Lord I’ll be respectful at the Industry’s wake I’ll bury the hatchet, pull a weapon out my mattress draw up new blue prints full of Grade A tactics with practice, you drastically less than average gotta bulletproof plan and…you can’t match it boy I know at least 10 artists from Dallas that’ll lyrically slap you stupid-ass cats backwards let’s be honest – if talent really mattered much, a few of us wouldn’t have to scrape up change for lunch CHORUS I see your lips movin’, but I ain’t hear nothin’ I heard you makin’ moves, but I ain’t seen nothin’ you got a lil’ buzz, but I ain’t felt nothin’ I ain’t seen, I ain’t heard, I ain’t felt nothin’ I ain’t seen, I ain’t heard, I ain’t felt nothin’ Grades Of Absolute Truth’s in the booth whisperin’ a lil’ somethin’ Yall ain’t ‘bout nothin’, dude, yall frontin’ VERSE II I heard you got that truck, heard you got that car stereo system thumpin’, bumpin’ up and down the boulevard looks like you got wings when your doors are ajar 20, 000 dollar rims – that paint job is so raw guaranteed to get pulled over as you leavin’ the par- king lot behind the bar, now you behind bars much more money spent on bail to build up your image that ride looks nice in your garage when your license is suspended haha, naw dude, I ain’t tryin’ to be funny it’s just ridiculous how much emphasis you put on money and I can’t lie, I try hard to break bread cause I gotta make sure that my family is fed so instead…of worshippin’ material things I push positive vibes and live life like a humble human being when I give a friendly smile, ain’t no grill in my mouth I’m flossin’ pearly whites, welcome to The Intelligent South CHORUS BRIDGE if you lovin’ what you hearin’ and you feelin’ what I’m doin’ say yesir – yesir if you lovin’ what you hearin’ and you feelin’ what I’m doin’ say yesir – yesir sorry to say – you’re too little, too late p-p-please plead guilty, I am closin’ your case runnin’ that rat race, even at this calm pace I hit golden goals, homie, yo, I’m in first place CHORUS
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OUTTA MY HEAD VERSE I I can’t really explain it, but I know that it’s there the connection between us is intense as hell it’s weird for me to not be able to write how I feel cause I write so much, I have so many ideas, but with you doll, it’s hard to put into words probably cause this situation has never occurred…in my life …and we’ve known each other for a while, but this chemistry is foreign, I ain’t gotta fake a smile I ain’t gotta sneak around, ain’t gotta act all loud hearin’ “you and me,” yeah, I like how that sounds and now that I’ve established how I’m feelin’ inside I gotta taste you again – I wanna lick you dry haha…I gotta craving that I need fulfilled if you down, let me know, that’s real I’m bein’ honest…what more do you want? straight up and blunt – I’m fiendin’ fo’ yo’ touch and… CHORUS baby doll, I can’t get you outta my head when…will I see you again I…wanna taste your skin…yeah baby doll, I can’t get you outta my head when…will I see you again I…wanna taste your skin…yeah even though we consider ourselves just friends VERSE II thoughts racin’…tossin’ and turnin’ in bed tryin’ to figure and damn way to get you outta my head not that I dislike you bein’ in there I just don’t know, when I’m gone see you again you live so far away…and so far today you’ve derailed my train of thought – I’m disengaged unfocused…and that ain’t an option for me cause in my life…I’m far from where I’m wantin’ to be this is unacceptable GOAT, get a grip, and think get a hold of yourself – dude, give me another drink d-d-damn…I can’t stand this much longer gotta confession to make before this goes any farther… CHORUS VERSE III baby doll…you bad for my health baby doll…I want you all for myself baby doll…you always on my mind baby doll…you gonna be all mine baby doll…I’m tangled up in ya web baby doll…we claim that we’re just friends baby, baby doll…can’t wait to get you home baby doll…gotta get you alone, eh, yo… CHORUS
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Mileage 04:05
MILEAGE VERSE I a long time ago when I bought my first pawnshop guitar I was deep in thought, pluckin’ strings at the park pen and pad in my lap, piecin’ poetry together when you’re that young, you constantly search for stormy weather then a man walked up with a face like leather dark, wrinkled skin that was rooted from within you could tell that he spent his whole lifetime strugglin’ eyes were bloodshot from day-to-day hustlin’ smelled the scent of last night’s whisky on his breath figured he wanted some change, but I didn’t know what to expect sat down on my tailgate and listened to me sing half way through my second song, he interrupted me and said boy… CHORUS I know you’re young, but I respect yo drive all you need’s a lil’ mileage and I’ll tell you why cause wisdom won’t come ‘til you’ve paid your dues, so get out on the street and stomp yo feet walk a mile in my shoes walk a mile in my shoes walk a mile in my shoes and once you’ve walked a few miles, you have the right to smile, yeah… VERSE II he said, “son, aren’t you supposed to be in school?” I said, “yeah, but its hard for me to follow their rules” he asked, “where’d you get that bottle of Beam?” and started laughin’ I stole it that mornin’ from my Daddy’s liquor cabinet passed it back-n-forth, as I read him some rhymes strummed a chord progression that I’d like to call mine he wasn’t too impressed, but he felt the groove and could see that I was passionate by the way my hands moved looked me dead in the eye, said talent don’t mean nothin’ if ya think ya know it all, might as well have crutches no body in this life gets a free meal ticket so get up off yo ass – go out there and get it CHORUS BRIDGE back then, I never really knew what he meant thought he was a drunk, babblin’ some non-sense I was just a lost kid, obsessed with a dream convinced I knew it all, but didn’t know a damn thing no that I’ve ripped holes in a few pair of shoes got a couple bruises and some faded tattoos and several scars that make me who I am I fully understand what he meant when he said… CHORUS
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LOST VERSE II in life, there’s no instructional manual and no guide, so I just hop in my ride and just drive and when I approach the next intersection left, right, or straight – those are my only questions I try not to look back, although I do sometimes my roots are grounded…planted deep inside to envision where you’re goin’, you gotta know where you been to keep that positive vibe around you, hold on to true friends and I wish I could say that that’s all that you needin’, but it ain’t, in this journey, there’s not standard procedures it’s all gamble, no leisure, no cuttin’ slack in this region random visual seizures, can’t get mad, just get even I’m breakin’ ground ‘til I’m leavin’, no matter what the season the reason…I’ve gone too far to be seated been a decade plus and runnin’, still ain’t made no money, but I’m in top gear, and I know my time is coming! CHORUS I don’t know where I’m goin’, …but hopefully I’ll dig my way outta this depression the truth will set me free I don’t know where I’m goin’, I’m…lost in lies and I can’t find the time to live my life…
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CLEANSED IN DIRT CHORUS TEASER trust me…I wanna be free, but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be trust me…I wanna be free, but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be VERSE I I’ve tried…to see…the world the way you see it there’s a big ball of guilt – there’s a big ball of guilt but vertigo leaves my vision blurred and tainted there’s a big ball of guilt built – there’s a big ball of guilt built …I thrive on obsession – it is no secret there’s a big ball of guilt built up – there’s a big ball of guilt built up while my imbalance leaves my head full, but I’m still speechless there’s a big ball of guilt built up in – there’s a big ball of guilt built up in …these addictive manic episodes’ll be the death of me there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my – there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my like a fiend I’m needing, like a fiend I’m needing, like a fiend I’m needing the needle of negativity there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest - there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest VERSE II I’ve tried to kill it with pills, I’ve tried to drown it by drinkin’ both of those routes failed, what the hell was a thinkin’ I’m an educated man – I know it hurts when you try to flirt with the pain, but instead, you make it worse main course was depression cleansed in dirt hesitate for a second – have remorse for dessert don’t forget about…that appetizer of guilt that started this mess – a past filled with filth and I’ve begged for forgiveness to diminish my sins and I’ve pledged to have my blemishes be finished within, but that don’t erase the places I know I have been at the end of an amazing graceful race, I’ll find myself there again, interrogating friends with a pad and a pen and a bottle of gin, which is my next of kin, taking it on the chin knowing I can’t, but pretending I can win I give in…I think they call that compromising a trend in relationships – I call it lying make-believing you’re happy with your life, but inside…you’re on a steady decline not too below the surface, you’re runnin’ behind chasin’ truth like it’s an object that YOU have designed in a mind-numbing project, your roots are alive with Robert Johnson in the deck, the blues have revived something that you love…from something that you hate debate it all you want…I know that it’s fake an illusion of a memory you didn’t enjoy now that it’s in the past, you wanna play with it like a toy never happy in the moment, but remembering it as perfect the very thought of it…makes me shaky, anxious, and nervous …the conclusion I’ve come to it’s better to fake happiness than to try to resolve your issues …so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises Fade Out…so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises …so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises …so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises …so instead of being an actor with surprises, …I’ve become a master of disguises CHORUS there’s a deep dark part of me that’s been buried in a hole Lord knows that I’ve tried to let it go the more I try to repress, the more it tries to progress the less attention I give it, the more it grows there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest there’s a big ball of guilt built up in my chest trust me…I wanna be free, but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be there’s a deep dark part of me that’s been buried in a hole Lord knows that I’ve tried to let it go trust me…I wanna be free, but I haven’t…quite…figured out how to be the more I try to repress, the more it tries to progress the less attention I give it, the more it grows
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THE WRONG ROAD VERSE I I observed it from a distance, but never got close I didn’t dare to analyze situations that arose everyone around them knew they veered down the wrong road, but those rose-colored glasses blur ya vision fa sho …from the moment they were introduced, a dangerous chemical cocktail was produced they dove in head first – no lookin’ back livin’ in the moment like nothin’ could knock ‘em off track and that same lack of fear is what led ‘em to a place filled with an uncontrollable lust for pain once you open that door, there is no escape ya can’t erase those cravings, its embedded in your taste young and dumb, with an obsession for extremes to the point that they would push boundaries ‘til they would bleed sadomasochistic – biting instead of kissing if it peaked their interest, they did it… the pollution of the purity of that adolescent love flipped the needle of their moral compass more than once that magnetism was euphoric to them, but in the end it transformed into something they couldn’t comprehend feeding affliction, nursing an addiction a ravenous urge that distorted daily decisions their intimate appetites would never be the same that trait was unleashed and it could never be tamed CHORUS doomed from the start, inhibitions put on hold the path that they chose was the wrong road they never thought twice about the cage of pain shackled to their sins, self-inflicted slaves their souls sold before they knew they were for sale bounded to a sick, twisted, perverted hell now as his box is being blanketed by the shovel the fork unfolded by the silver-tongued devil VERSE II it was like watchin’ the nastiness of oil infect a glass of purified water – what do you expect you can’t ever get it clean, can’t wash away those things the original sin became an animalistic instinct so they rationalized it…as long as they could and figured if they stayed honest, it’d be all good experimenting with others to bring excitement back instead it…ripped and broke their bond in half they tried to back track – it was too late the damage was irreversible and filled with unforgivable mistakes they’d already been exposed to a dark underworld where the disturbed need for dominance persistently poured where guilt and shame overshadowed innocence where power exchange was braided into compulsiveness where…erotic rage was now their norm and paraphilia…was like a well-needed storm CHORUS VERSE III little did they know, this relationship would affect the rest of their life it poisoned many connections, couldn’t tell wrong from right couldn’t tell love from lust, dishonesty from trust plus their grip on normalcy was so outta touch after they split, she quickly became a mystery I stayed close to him cause we had history I witnessed him evolve from a good dude to a fetish fanatic he would scheme on women – he made it seem attractive portrayin’ himself as prey – it was a poorly painted portrait playin’ ladies like a game, they had no option to forfeit pursued ‘em like a predator in a non-chalant way had the charm and the character – so suave like a dealer, he’d lure them and once they got hooked they became a loyal slave in his little black book self-control out the door – the yearning couldn’t be ignored he could never be fully satisfied, he always wanted more in the process, he fell into a self-destructive phase cause he felt that there was no way he’d ever be saved the hallucinogens he ingested helped him see so much cleared he finally admitted that there was a hideous monster in the mirror what he saw in that reflection was something he would grow to hate his disease would never allow him the healthy capacity to date he withdrew and dove into an intense study of religion in preparation to wipe his slate clean – an ablutionary baptism his parents were proud, as the priest ducked him down, to put his past to rest, but he never came up, liquid filled up his lungs, as he took his last breath
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Highest Low 03:20
HIGHEST LOW VERSE I you gotta face it…some folks highlight hatred ‘stead of steppin’ up the stairs, they stuck in the basement hatin’, waitin’ for somebody to give their life a facelift …knowin’ damn well that ain’t gone happen they complain ‘bout how their little world was blackened in reality…they’re the ones that lost the traction on the road to success—blamin’ others for regrets you gamblin’…and you the one that lost the bet well it’s in your court…YOU dropped the ball hell, you failed to pick it up so you destined to fall dog and that ain’t me main—I’m fightin’ to breathe the Lady of Death came for me twice, but I ain’t leavin' I’m here for a reason, I see sin and please Him I will stand strong as long as I’m still breathin’ …grasp absolute truth through all seasons no gain without pain, so stab me—I’m bleedin’ CHORUS how low will you go… to get as high as you can be? VERSE II I woke down, not up, which is usually the case eyes open, already hustlin’, runnin’ life’s race gotta do this, gotta do that cause life don’t stop for you to catch up, with your luck, you do dirt, you get caught watch…one thing after another, you’re smothered death comes in threes…first your homie, now your grandmother you’re guessin’ one more’s on the way—you strugglin’ hope for the best, but expect that the worst is comin’ karma’s catchin’ up with me…my past is resurfacing and I must confess the stress is almost leaving me grieving the next person that pushes me must be craving a beating having visions of negativity—leaving them bleeding still I take a deep breath, focus on the next step keep my head to the sky and my eyes on the prize and when I remember I gotta crib…and food in the fridge I paint a smile on my face and continue to live—that’s real… CHORUS
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2nd Half 03:51
2ND HALF VERSE I every mornin’ I wake up and open my eyes hopin’ that someone will be layin’ by my side wrapped in my arms, tangled up in my body feelin’ the warmth of my skin, makin’ life worth living, but there’s no queen filling this king-sized bed I’m patiently awaiting to meet my princess I ain’t afraid to admit it – I know I’m sensitive there’s multiple sides to everyone, visible or hidden I don’t hide much – I try to be as honest as I can Truth is in my name…and I live by my own hands, …but they’re empty, they long to be filled it’s simple – all I want is someone who truly cares one who doesn’t let jealousy take over their realm one who loves unconditionally – someone who’s real I know you’re out there…just know you will be found or rediscovered…it’s just not our time right now CHORUS my 2nd half’s missing…am I meant to be, uncomplete? I’m torn down and broken, will you help me to me feet? where is my angel to fly me away? from this life I’m drownin’ in…this hole full of rain my 2nd half’s missing…am I meant to be, uncomplete? I’m torn down and broken, will you help me to me feet? where is my angel to fly me away? from this life I’m drownin’ in…this hole full of rain… VERSE II it’s really depressing cause I know I’ll be a man that fulfills a certain woman’s dreams in every way I can I just need someone to care for, someone to look over someone to be my girl, so I can twirl they world no matter what happens, we’ll be by each other’s side from now ‘til death…and in the after-life let me touch your face…and I’ll wrap you in my heart then the only one that can break you free is yourself then I’ll know who owns me, I’ll know who really frees me I’ll know who is the missin’ half of the puzzle in me that’s it – that’s all I want – is that too much for me to ask? if it is, tell me God, it’ll be a part of the past, but I would love to inhale the essence of one’s presence I’d acknowledge that it is a lesson and a blessin’ for my lungs to be filled with the aroma of their aura with all 6 senses, I would thoroughly explore ‘em CHORUS BRIDGE I gotta find the perfect woman for me I need for her to be the piece that makes me complete I gotta find the perfect woman for me I need for her to be the piece that makes me complete CHORUS
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THESE PEOPLE VERSE I it’s a Thursday night and I gotta work tomorrow had a bad day, tryin’ to drink away my sorrows runnin’ late by mistake, but I can’t cancel if you rock it like me, you always got your hands full bottle in my left hand, shot of Crown in my right both feet wobbley, guzzlin’ the Bud Light put the mic on the stand – stumbled off the stage then I heard a pretty young thing say – “HEY!” I loved 2nd Half – that song was so sweet can I please buy you and three6t a drink? how ‘bout you buy me 2 cause girl, I gotta have it support my music through my alcohol habit CHORUS these people don't know me, but they keep buyin' me shots these people wanna tell me how my crew just blew up the spot it's impolite to turn 'em down, but I know I should stop these people don't know me, but they keep buyin' me shots OUTRO get me as drunk as they can – think I’m 21 again I was on my 12th step man – my sponsor’s disappointed, damn…
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Slow Down 04:21
SLOW DOWN VERSE I we always in a hurry to get where we goin’ ‘til somethin’ slows us down and keeps us from glowin’ prevents us from showin’-n-tellin’, inhalin’, exhalin’ watch yo ass or you’ll be beggin’ someone to bail you outta jail, man… hey…that’s how it usually goes down walk, jog, run, trip…face down on the ground wake up and smell the concrete… why kids gettin’ high huffin’ freon—the answer is beyond me, but the question rings oh, so clear I worry about my speed-freak friends, while I’m guzzlin’ a beer yeah…and then I have a real disturbing realization… everyone’s addicted to somethin’—ain’t they—face it… it’s the truth and that’s all I’ll speak absolute truth, that is, G-O-A-to the T it’s plain to see…some things are beyond reach speak up, enounce clearly ‘stead of blurrin’ your speech—take it slow… CHORUS wake up and smell the concrete…everyone’s addicted wake up and smell the concrete…everyone’s addicted to somethin’, ain’t they? VERSE II I’ve got more than 1 scar on my face from stupid mistakes even had to have plastic surgery—stitches didn’t seal my case and after that, I still take 5 shots of Patron in a row and not think twice before I drive home alone at 25 years old—my doc’s tellin’ me—it’s real got blood work done—liver levels high—I need to chill at this rate—tolerance steep—could drink a river in 10 years, my liver’ll be shriveled from liquor I betta slow down…and take time to smell some of the agriculture…maybe we’ll live to tell a lil somethin’ to our children…or maybe someone else’s make specific distinctions ‘tween Heaven, Earth, and Hell we gotta fucked-up focus—all ‘bout money, but what can I say? hunger pains in my tummy it’s funny…not really—reality sucks well when you’re not livin’ it right, it sure does CHORUS fucked-up focus…I need to chill…tolerance is steep…could drink a river fucked-up focus…I need to chill…all about money VERSE III ay, do me a favor…at least once a day tell your blood you love ‘em and say it straight to their face or even through an email, text message, or phone call death creeps closer every breath…there’s no stalls, but honestly, I don’t know what I’m preachin’ I betta listen to myself, hell, I’m my own teacher and you’re your own teacher too… no body listens to one another, we all seekin’ our own food we hungry—in this heat, its cold dude I ain’t say shit, but I told you—shoooot… and best believe I’ll tell you again follow your gut feeling and stay close to your kin—slow your roll main… CHORUS I ain’t say shit, dude, but I told you…shoot
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DAMN NEAR ON EMPTY CHORUS you ain’t gotta dig too deep to find dirt on me and if you look real close, you’ll see the mud on my sleeves I’ve been truckin’ along down this dusty road singin’ these songs, hopin’ I can get back home, but I’m damn near on empty VERSE I I have a huge problem askin’ other people for help so I end up tryin’ to take on everything by myself feel like the world’s against me, hope it’s just in my head grippin’ the rope of sanity, but hangin’ on by a thread and if my body is a vehicle for my soul feel like I can’t make the payments, ‘bout to be repoed and my tires are worn, interior’s torn so when my lease is up, I’m afraid that I’ll owe more that I’m worth and it hurts, could be a curse so I repel the hella negativity through verse ‘bout outta gas, but I can’t stop cruisin’ in neutral with the A/C off sweat’s pourin’ in this Texas heat – could be a flood made need a pull if I get stuck in the mud weavin’ in and out of life’s lanes, swervin’ at times if I get pulled over, sure as hell ain’t walkin’ the line CHORUS VERSE II I usually roll with the punches, but my inspection is out my engine needs a tune-up, gotta take another route feelin’ broke down, slowly coastin’ ‘round town even catch myself complain’ – “your system’s too loud” I should shut my mouth – feelin’ lost because I sure as hell ain’t the man that I used to was ’08 was rough – it overflowed to ‘09 to my surprise, multiple medical problems arised had a headache for 8 months, finally broke down went to see the doc to get it checked out probably from stress – maybe from anxiety did a scan anyways to put my mind at ease unexpectedly found a lesion on my lobe referred me to a surgeon, nerves are about to explode is it AIDS or a tumor – is it plaque from MS? is it cancer…that’s spread from somewhere else? MRIs, blood work, co-pays, and consultations deductibles, yeah, losin’ patience as a patient not to mention the spinal tap and its side effects feelin’ like a pin cushion – depressed and stressed like a tiny pebble popped up, put a crack in my window my Papa’s at Charlton, so I’m keepin’ it from my kinfolk pills for the pain, bills pilin’ up don’t get paid for another month, still won’t have enough plus paranoia’s gettin’ the best of me been 2 break-ins in my neighborhood since last week and the rumor is – one of them ended in sexual assault ain’t no runnin’ from it, makin’ me sick to my stomach every time I leave my lady at home alone havin’ visions of men breakin’ in…and you know last night both of our cars were broken into talkin’ to cops is the last thing that I want to do finally got an alarm installed in the crib and bought a Sig 9 and some hollow-points to keep by the bed prayin’ to God I don’t ever have to pull the trigger, but best believe I will if there’s ever an intruder haven’t slept well lately – regardless of this between teaching and the studio, I’m workin’ double-shifts gotta maintain relationships with family and friends, but when you’re runnin’ on fumes, you’ve got nothin’ left to give my loved ones are sayin’ I should see a shrink – wait… I don’t see the point in that when I can self-medicate I vent through music to get it off my chest, but I do realize that I’m blessed… took a few wrong turns, but that’s how we learn when you smell the oil burnin’, gotta refuel the furnace It’s imperative that I restore positive habits create art with love and watch it blossom into magic I’ve whined in the past ‘bout the holes in my shoes ‘til I met a man with no feet, gotta lot more to lose paid my dues – been through plenty gone from a full tank to damn near on empty

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In the current landscape of redundant music, a compelling CD has been made by Dallas-based independent artists GOAT (Justin Griffith) & three6t (Ricky Cantrell). "Mileage" is a 14-track collection of captivating songs that showcase their talents and astute ability to bridge the gap between multiple genres of music. "Mileage" is unique in that it is accessible to mainstream and underground music fans alike. Narrowly defined genre barriers do a disservice to the broad and exceptional songs. Indie Rock, R&B, Blues, and Hip Hop sensibilities are seamless throughout the contextual and sonic approach of this CD.

Dirty South music, as a subgenre, has been widely successful for many years, but is limited in focus and lacks topic diversity. "Mileage" takes a different path and offers interpersonal insight from GOAT with varied lyrical content as a foundation. He cites Stevie Ray Vaughn, poet Edgar Allan Poe, Outkast, and Brother Ali as artists who have influenced his creative drive. The CD was produced, recorded, and arranged by GOAT & three6t.

"Ain’t Felt Nothin'," the first single slated for release from "Mileage," is an ideal track for the clubs. The song showcases GOAT’s smooth yet urgent rhyme flow amidst heavy live bass, unique echo effects, and an eclectic beat. It introduces listeners to his witty intelligent south style. GOAT is an artist whose lyrics offer a stark alternative to the heavy emphasis on materialism found in Crunk or Dirty South music, and more specifically the music that mainstream hip hop audiences associate with Texas artists.

"We'll be executing waves of promotion and are planning a tour of surrounding states,” says GOAT. “Most of the hard work happens after the release, and that's what we've learned from previous projects.” GOAT is constantly proactive with his website and stays connected with fans through myspace, facebook, youtube, and twitter.

"Highest Low" is a provocative and pensive song about seizing second chances in life despite the negative challenges we all encounter. It has a harmonic blues influence that is emboldened by GOAT's multilayered vocals, live acoustic guitar, handclaps, and a chorus that quickly draws in listeners.

"When I listen to music, I want to feel like I know the artist and go through life with them. My music is alike in that way. People can relate to what I’m going through and feel as if they’re not going through their trials and tribulations alone. At the same time, it’s a needed outlet for me to stay halfway sane," GOAT explains.

In addition to broadening his core fan base in Dallas, GOAT seeks to expand that base to a larger regional and national level of exposure. Many of the songs were debuted during his recent summer tour. The early reception of songs from "Mileage" was received with immediate positive feedback from audiences at venues such as Babylon in Fresno, California, and Copper State Tavern in Glendale, Arizona.

Steve Wick, who has received nice reviews in URB and Accelerator Magazine as an artist/producer of "Made Into Itself," says, "GOAT & three6t work well together like Guru and DJ Premier. I've seen their live shows and they are very good. Both are diligent and hardworking and I see great things happening for them in the future."

The official CD Release Party for "Mileage" will take place on November 7th at the Curtain Club in Dallas, Texas. Director Teddy Cool will begin production for the video of "Highest Low" in mid-November.

By Brian Carr

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released November 10, 2009

All Songs Produced, Mixed, Recorded, Edited, & Arranged by GOAT & three6t for The Intelligent South (ASCAP)

All Vocals Written & Performed by GOAT (Justin Griffith) unless noted otherwise

All Music Written & Performed by GOAT (Justin Griffith) & three6t (Ricky Cantrell) unless noted otherwise

Mastered by George Geurin at DES Mastering

Graphic Design by three6t

Photography by Dylan Hollingsworth

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