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Open Your Eyes [EP]

by Black Smith

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[Intro - Queen] Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy [Verse 1 - Black Smith] They say patience is a virtue, and I wear it like a jacket Now it's thin as onion layers, and malleable as plastic If they test me any further, I'll probably end up in a casket Dear Lord, I pray forgive me-- I can't stand much longer of this racket You ask me, "Why?"-- you blind as hell, how can you not see it? Niggas baskin' in the glory of a kingdom built from slingin' How can niggas brag about paper that they got from sellin' ki's When they own families can't even breathe a single day as fiends? That's why I can't relate to that shit a ton of these rappers pushin' Understand I hold no malice towards ya, but it's time to eclipse the bullshit Your talent may be heavy, but it's supposed to be upliftin' Your music may be dope, but the tale's not really grippin' And now they say I'm trippin', but this high's a different zenith Tryin' to get up on my level, but their attention spans is driftin' Shout-out to Nottz and Queen for the instrumentation that I'm rippin' The mic turned to polygraph, the truth has no limits [Hook - Queen] Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy [Verse 2 - Black Smith] Lonnie Lynn said that life should not be measured in material wealth 'A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness, and his health' Kweli told me that determination is the key to masterin' self And while ki's might open doors, bricks open more without the stealth Got that from two dope boys who changed the cards that they was dealt Toast to the douchebags now, 'cause the haters already failed Would shout "Free my nigga" too, but the boy's already bailed All hands on deck now, but the outcasts already sailed And I'm the joker sailing in a sea of spades and diamonds Not a heckler nor assailant could block my forays into rhymin' Now the Jack-of-all-trades is up on stage and ooohh he shinin' A slim nigga from the Shady 580 is up here wylin'! This must be how Jermaine was feelin' right before the signin' Flow so cold, my bars are cool for you to stomach like good wine is Yeezy said it's like bein' somewhere between church and a sane asylum Well it must be if I'm where I'm at and got you niggas vibin'! Uhh [Outro - Queen] Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy...
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[Hook - Queen] Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy [Verse 1 - Black Smith] They say patience is a virtue, and I wear it like a jacket Now it's thin as onion layers, and malleable as plastic If they test me any further, I'll probably end up in a casket Dear Lord, I pray forgive me-- I can't stand much longer of this racket You ask me, "Why?"-- you blind as hell, how can you not see it? ****** baskin' in the glory of a kingdom built from slingin' How can ****** brag about paper that they got from sellin' ki's When they own families can't even breathe a single day as fiends? That's why I can't relate to that **** a ton of these rappers pushin' Understand I hold no malice towards ya, but it's time to eclipse the bull**** Your talent may be heavy, but it's supposed to be upliftin' Your music may be dope, but the tale's not really grippin' And now they say I'm trippin', but this high's a different zenith Tryin' to get up on my level, but their attention spans is driftin' Shout-out to Nottz and Queen for the instrumentation that I'm rippin' The mic turned to polygraph, the truth has no limits [Hook - Queen] Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy [Verse 2 - Black Smith] Lonnie Lynn said that life should not be measured in material wealth 'A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness, and his health' Kweli told me that determination is the key to masterin' self And while ki's might open doors, bricks open more without the stealth Got that from two dope boys who changed the cards that they was dealt Toast to the douchebags now, 'cause the haters already failed Would shout "Free my ****" too, but the boy's already bailed All hands on deck now, but the outcasts already sailed And I'm the joker sailing in a sea of spades and diamonds Not a heckler nor assailant could block my forays into rhymin' Now the Jack-of-all-trades is up on stage and ooohh he shinin' A slim ***** from the Shady 580 is up here wylin'! This must be how Jermaine was feelin' right before the signin' Flow so cold, my bars are cool for you to stomach like good wine is Yeezy said it's like bein' somewhere between church and a sane asylum Well it must be if I'm where I'm at and got you ****** vibin'! Uhh [Outro - Queen] Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy...
3.
[Hook: Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me, livin' out our dreams We're all right where we should be With my arms out wide, I open my eyes and now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters, a sky full of lighters [Verse 2 - DJ Doo-Bay] Uh, yeah! By the time you hear this, I'll already be gone You know that all you gotta do is gimme a phone call, I'm home Yeah, that's how you do it-- just hit me up Just dial (*scratches*) and I'm up! On the phone, I'm gettin' it Gonna listen to what you have to say Because I don't play Baby, you're my only one true, only homie You know that I'm gonna go, all the way No phony, you know you're my homie And this is how I do it, I'll be in the clouds for you I'm flyin' so high and baby, you could be there too Yeah, we've done it, we've made it, we're comin' up Graduated from everything we've been through The bullshit, no fakin' Yeah, that's how I do it, I'm cookin' these bitches like bacon I'mma eat it up, spit it out-- y'know, no bakin' I'm takin', everything, and goin' further with this I'm doin' it for you, and you know I'm never givin' less I'm givin' 110% -- never goin' down We're gonna go up and you know I'm never gonna clown Around with you, baby; you're my one true boo You know I'mma do it every day, errday, all day for you This is how I do it; the lights are so bright But I'm seein' clearly now, more than I've ever seen, tonight And I'm lookin' outside at the stars, but you're right next to me You're my one and true only star, baby; come sing with me This is how we do it: raise your voice ever louder I'm never dumbin' it down, and I'm never gonna go sour Like a Sourpatch Kid, I'm sweet, now-and-later I'm gonna do it better than you've ever seen, no fakin' You're my lovely-- my true one lady, I'm gonna give you all of my heart and my soul, baby Come with me, fly away, G6, fuck the Westside I'm goin' everyday, all day, you and me, ride or die! [Hook - Bruno Mars] This one's for you and me, livin' out our dreams We're all right where we should be With my arms out wide, I open my eyes and now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters, a sky full of lighters [Verse 2 - Black Smith] By the time you hear this, I'll probably already be enlightening Burning bright, throughout the night, look to the sky For that lightning strike, that ignites the spark inside your mind To steady stay up on your grind, keep up the fight And never ever sever ties with Father Time And that is why I write these rhymes To break the binds on you and I My third eye's no longer blind Peek through the blinds, beware the times Subtract from crimes, sustain the mind Keep life sublime, stay in your prime, And you won't even have to worry about how you will attract the dimes But I digress, I must confess, must stress affects The crib that beats inside my chest But I need no bib, baby, 'cause I spit the best Rip through this vest, like Clark Kent, He will divest, on how far opposite of left, I do this Zest-flavored lines overflowin' with jest, Jess don't need no bling layin' on his chest! Standin' head-and-shoulders above all the rest, With a jheri-curled 'fro and some threads so fresh, His peers be thinkin' he another Mr. West Holla, at ya boi! He fell in love with the hip and the hop As if it were Helen of Troy Declarin' war on this track with joy I'mma try and stay humble, but I won't be coy: To all the haters who said that I'd end up on the street, It's time that you fell down at my feet and accept yo' simple defeat Haha, with lyrics so slick like Rick Provin' fools like you wrong is how I get my kick But nah, hold up, I just can't end it with that I'm not a loser, I'm a Fiasco, and that's a wrap! [Outro - Bruno Mars] You and I know what it's like To be kicked down, for us to fight But tonight, we're all right So hold up your lights, let it shine, because This one's for you and me, livin' out our dreams We're all right where we should be With my arms out wide, I open my eyes and now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters, a sky full of lighters
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[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Welcome to my whirlwind, turn like Tilt-A-Whirls I be throwing up my set, yes, earlin' up the world and Going out, we goin in', say "hello" to my girlfriend Vomiting and conquering, that C-Class is a "girl Benz" My class is overseas, I be on "all around the world" rims Women's international, my will is like my girl then Goin' in is goin' wild, goin' in is goin' strong Going for the gold, some world-class goin' in is goin' on I can do this all day, I ain't got it all, 'kay They all say I'm one wall short of a whole hallway One Halls short to keep from coughing all in y'all face Man, I'm so appalled, I can keep them all safe I can really ball and put titties all in y'all face That was Robert Paulson, and that deserves a pausin' So that's Blart, Pierce, and all that's missing is a bearer For the coffin that is needed for this beat when I'm done talkin' Balling in the morning, this feel like my callin' This the new bitches brew, fall off in my cauldron Lupe's going crazy! Flow is going almonds We going back to goin' in, you gonna need a Garmin Then go and get a car to put your Garmin and my broad in Destination everywhere, reputation everywhere Music drop, music stop, one man take up every chair I know that that ain't very fair how one man take up everywhere But it ain't for long though, it'll be some closure Or maybe I'll be everywhere after I'm all over Say goodbye then start the show, fall on off then start to blow Acting like I'm rapping, it's that Joaquin Phoenix Facebook flow Flow is in the microwave, call it Michael Tyson flow Killing is a dirty job: Michael Myers, Michael Rowe Bring it back like Michael Fox, see how far them Michaels go I feel like I'm Michael Crichton writin' with a microphone I ain't saying you should die but you should leave your life alone Maybe borrow one of mine, fast life, life at home Life is like a box of chocolates, pockets full of Toblerones Pocket full of wallets so what continent we shopping on? [Hook - Lil Ronnie] I'm killin', I'm killin', I'm killin' this beat (x4) (Yeah) Don't you hear it screamin'? This that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix This that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix (Don't you hear it screamin'?) On that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix On that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, on that Joaquin Phoenix [Verse 2 - Black Smith] Excuse me, Lupe! (Huh?) This here is your biggest fan Now don't get all that twisted-- I'm two letters from your biggest stan And please don't misconstrue that into somethin' else disparaging Consider it a toast to you I'm helpin' further spread your jam Consider it a testament, this new cat's in your regiment The game here has been misinformed; we carry little weapons, bitch Child rebel soldier and I'm still this planet's immigrant Demigod without his props, man that shit is some sacrilege Payin' homage to Allah, Christ, and Yahweh-- that's my heritage And of course the Lil Based One's in the kitchen of my residence Cookin' up a meal for Satan, but since the Devil's such a pest I'm convincin' B to fill his soup with an extra doe of poisoning You gon' need a Webster for this audible conspiracy 'Cause "Chef" is my true middle name, my rhymes are a real delicacy They even call it "Super Coldplay Expert Lyricality" Peace and much love to my KanyeToThe family! Married to the melody, and damn, she is a dime piece Some say I'm such a Looney Tune, let Warner Brothers sign me 'Cause I ball so hard that all these motherfuckers wanna fine me But I'm Daffy's second cousin, tell Elmer Fudd he'll never find me Waldo Emerson and Wasalu are the types I find inspiring To not give up, no matter what-- similar to Wile E. A marathon runner on a road you niggas would find trifling I'm Bogartin' the beat, stole the shine from the likes of Cagneyyy And I'mma keep on my Bacall till Dick Tracy body bags me Then I'll resurrect like Common Sense-- with passion so divinely That you won't have no other option BUT to enshrine me And then of course Saint Peter won't have no problem with co-signing me Kreative Tendencies in full effect, the Black Smith in my own field Tell Doo-Bay to keep his production up and wage war on the phonies' guild Publish or Perish is here to stay and this game is now a battlefield Collect our L-A-S-E-Rs and brand these niggas with the kings' seals A couple dope boys reassured me I was kinda like a big deal So I drop this like it's hot, dogg, and let the buzz and bees build Ca-ca-career on stilts, Braveheart: no kilt You can hear it screaming "freedom" as the beat get killed! [Hook: Lil Ronnie] I'm killin', I'm killin', I'm killin' this beat (x4) (Uh-huh) Don't you hear it screamin'? This that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix This that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix (Don't you hear it screamin'?) On that Joaquin Phoenix, nigga, this that Joaquin Phoenix Chyea, Chyea, motherfucking genius

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The first official release from the hip-hop collective Publish or Perish offers a taste of what is to come off their debut mixtape "The First Meditation."

Publish or Perish is a hip hop collective and record label formed and founded by Austin Dobbins (a.k.a. Kreative Tendencies), Grant Dube (a.k.a. DJ Doo-Bay), and Jessie Smith (a.k.a. Black Smith). Associated acts also include Jason Quaynor (a.k.a. QUAY), Tyler Sutherland (a.k.a. CT), and Quentino (a.k.a. Quentin Roberts).

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released December 20, 2011

Vocals: Black Smith, DJ Doo-Bay, Bruno Mars, Lupe Fiasco
Production: Nottz, Queen, The Smeezingtons, Eminem, Soundtrakk
Additional production: Travis Barker
Mixing and Mastering: R.o.B. a.k.a Hiko
Single Artwork: Jáel Lloyd a.k.a Hachi
Special thanks to: Kreative Tendencies, Pusha T, Eminem, Royce da 5'9"

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