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Sideline Story - EP

by Quentino

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[Intro] Yeah! This right here... The story of my life. To how it all started out... To where I am right now. Uh-huh! [Verse - Quentino] 11/20/92 That's when I came through Ended up seein' nothin' but the lights from the hospital room Didn't understand what all was goin' on After that, man, life ends up goin' straight on Then all of a sudden, three months later, they end up tellin' me That I've been diagnosed with sickle cell anemia But I ain't understand what that was We thought it was just somethin' that ya live with Or somethin' that could be finished But instead, as life ends up goin' straight on--... Yeah, I'm playin' sports But instead, finally seen that something's goin' wrong! 'Cause I end up wakin' up around the midnight Around my fourth grade year, all of a sudden (that ya understand!) I end up goin' to the bathroom, fell over Didn't know what was goin' on durin' times Then we hafta rush me to the hospital They finally said, "Oh, he's just fine..." {echo} But they don't understand--- This is Ardmore, man! So they can't be able to see the whole entire idea But instead family end up havin' to rush me All the way to the OKC Hospital; The Children's Hospital, yeah--- And then, all of a sudden, they end up sayin' That I had a stroke and I wasn't going to make it That I was gonna be handicapped, in a wheelchair But look at me: I'm still standin', And yeah, I'm still talkin'! So, understand the difference, 'Cause I'mma still keep walkin' Gotta keep on tellin' my story till the day I'm gone They end up tellin' me that this ain't even a miracle But then again, I know that it's such a miracle! Because I, couldn't be able to speak Couldn't be able to walk, couldn't be able to, Do things that I'm doin' today! So understand: When I end up tellin' my story Y'all best believe that this is all true, ain't no stories! But instead, man, as years keep on goin'... End up in depression, next thing ya knowin' Mama end up hearin' that I'm suicidal Almost cut myself with a knife And almost took my life And y'know what? It was so depressin' And for real, we end up cryin' our tears Sheddin' our tears, and everything else, all through the years I'm still strugglin' with it, but I'm doin' the best I can To be able to survive, during all of these times, and knowin' That I'm losin' all of my family members They say they got my back, but I don't really even see it 'Cause you know what? There were times I really need 'em and they already gone They on the other side, too busy in doin' their own thing And y'know what, man? I'm too busy doin' my thing But yet I don't know what I'm doing 'Cause I'm gettin' all caught up In nothin' but trouble And that, ends up makin' it double Knowin' that this is my life--- Yeah, I'm just wonderin' why Why me, God, why am I still livin' though? But yet, he done told me you gotta be able to make music He spoke to my parents---said I gotta be able to make music Even though, at the beginning (Yeah!) I wasn't gonna be able to make music But now you can see, that they Ended up, bein' my inspiration And now I'm gonna keep goin'!
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[Intro - Quentino & Black Smith] QUENTINO: Yeahhhh! BLACK SMITH: Testing, testing... OK! QUENTINO: Q-Teezy!!! 'Bout to make it easy...! BLACK SMITH: Who dat, who dat? Ay!!! QUENTINO: Who dat, who dat, dats comin' through? BLACK SMITH: Who dat, who dat? S.D., nigga! Cole World! NC... all right, all right, all right...! [Verse 1 - Black Smith] Guess who's back? It's the Smith who's Black From the P.o.P., Publish or Perish pack All you trill O.G.'s, I salute and dap And as the facts come forward, watch the fakes fall back Yo MCSmith Raps! Wow this Cole beat slaps! Damn right, dumbass! Cut all your vain chit-chat! While you concern yourself with all these rims and racks Watch your bad main bitch go head 'n' erect my flag: "I claim this planet in the name of that Young nigga J-Bird!" --dead center of the map And as you Houston niggas waste your time with that I tell yo 'bitch, "Bown down, pucker up, and smack!" "Too far!" you say? "What you mean by that?!" Look, yo bitch's all Game, so I know I run that I'm here to stay, touchdown! New stat! And before I peace out-- R.I.P. Spence Datt!" [Hook - Black Smith & Quentino] BLACK SMITH: Ay! So, who dat, who dat? Black Smith got that flame, ay! QUENTINO: Who dat, who dat? 'Bout to come right in! BLACK SMITH: Who dat, who dat? Black Smith got that flame! QUENTINO: Who dat, who dat? 'Bout to come right in! So you already know my fuckin' name, nigga! BLACK SMITH: Got 'em sayin'... [Verse 2 - Quentino] Who dat, who dat don't really give a shit? Knowin' that these niggas here down South don't really hear me 'Cause you know what? I be spittin' so fast, they can't get it And you know what? It don't really matter, I still spit it Spit it on you like I'm 'bout to spit out a loogie But instead, people end up hearin' that I lack fluids And you know what, bro? This is the difference Of knowin' when to think they ready for this! But this is a little different, when I end up comin' in You'll probably think I'm goin' like Krayzie Bone But end up even like this song! Know I'm 'bout to hit it like I'm Bone Thugs-n-Harmony 'Bout to bring it deeper harmony Don't even hate upon the game---ignorin' that they hatin' But I guess that's just what haters do: they hate upon me You can hate the whole crew if ya wish But guess what? Shoot! I'm goin' in next, mayne! Who dat? Nah. Who dat? Then again, you wouldn't even know who that is Because I never hit the South so hard, but I'm about to bust through the fuckin' wall, bitch! [Hook - Quentino] Who dat, who dat? Bitch, I'm 'bout to hit 'em up! Who dat, who dat? BItch, you should already know! Who dat, who dat? I think I lost the tone But I don't really give a fuck, though So fuck y'all all! (Hahaha! All right! Nah, I can keep goin'!) [Verse 3 - Quentino] Now I'm about to let y'all know somethin': Yeah, still a nigga strayed off of it (Keep going) Yeah, still a nigga still reppin' ChromeOmega though (Keep going) But who knows? I might sign with a different deal, though Just bein' honest about this whole thing... Yes, indeed, the whole thing... You know what? I'mma just go ahead and say it: I might end up tryna get with Publish or Perish. How bout dat? Yes, indeed, I'm just another person End up tryna make the producer a little looser But you know what? People out here think they dealin' with losers I might be a loser, but I WILL be known as a winner, nigga! You know me now. You should know it Know that I'm 'bout to come through with new swag, yes! It's so hot out here, but yet I still got shorts on But niggas be thinkin' they got more then they Poles on! [Outro - Quentino] Who dat, who dat? Yeah, it's the Q-Teezy! Who dat, who dat? Yeah, it's the Q-Teezy! Who dat, who dat? Yeah, it's just Q-Teezy! So worry 'bout this motherfuckin' dick, nigga! Ya bitch!!!
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[Intro - Quentino] Testing... testing! Hello, world!! It's Q-Teezy on the mic! You know what it is, man! No, no, it's Q.T.! Yeah, yeah...that's right! [Verse 1 - Quentino] I come right in out the gutter--- nobody know my story You thinkin' you know me, but you really don't know the story So lemme tell ya somethin', man: I'm not Notorious Not even a thug or a gangster, so understand when I came in And you know what, man? I end up bein' like a caveman 'Bout to bust people straight in the face like it's the amen Nowadays you end up hearin' about my other name But then again, it's only two! You talk about the names You end up callin' me Q-Tip, Quen-Ton All this--- well you know what? You're wearin' fuckin' thongs! I don't really give a damn, nigga I'mma come in Best believe, I'll end up makin' you feel you had twins And I don't even give a shit what niggas might think 'Cause I'm the realest nigga that ever your thoughts will think Nowadays you end up hearin' that you fuckin' stink Your rhymes end up comin' in like it's the Voila But instead, man, I end up comin' in like fly Flyer than Drake Flyer than The Shakes But then, y'knowhatman? I'll make you feel colder than blisters So most like y'all end up bringin' winter upon the December! Yes indeed, you'll end up wonderin' what my name is You know who, mane---I come through with the pain, and Don't really matter 'bout my veins, man 'Cause I'mma come through: game end! Game on, like people be commentin' a song Y'knowhat? Y'all people be thinkin' about The Wrong Don't even start with me about this shit But I'mma bust niggas like this ain't shit, at all! [Interlude] Yo nigga! What was up with that shit?!?!! Nigga, you better keep on goin' 'round this beat!!! Don't give up right now!!! [Verse 2 - Quentino] You end up thinkin' that you ready for the realest Y'all'll end up wonderin' 'bout that other guy from Gene Autry Well, you know what? I ain't 'bout to say shit But if I end up sayin' somethin', best believe I leave him with this: Know he thinkin' that he is the greatest rapper But instead I'll be thinkin' that he is a disaster Comin' in outta after, math, And you know what, man? It's comin' just like fax Knowin' 'bout this nigga--- I heard few things about him But I'mma just shut up before I keep on talkin' bladder And you know what, man? I might as well splatter His whole entire career--- Then again, he never had a career... How can you call yourself Faymus If you never knew been to Fame? 'Cause you know what? Y'all niggas end up thinkin' like pedophiles... Bitch!!!
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[Intro - Quentino] Yeah! Yeah, shout out to Lupe Fiasco! Pete Rock, you too! Shout out to you, bro! Uh-huh...! [Verse - Quentino] Now I live in a different generation But yet they talk about the old school generation But everything ends up having interaction From the people that end up thinkin' about the way it's gon' end I end up pickin' apart flows---yes indeed, man I end up doin' my own flow---but instead, bro They end up talkin' about... "Wait, there is another generation comin' in!" They end up takin' about the Generation of Y Why is this? And everything else... But then again, bro...I don't even know But I'm just hopin' that the whole entire flow Be able to hit those that are in need Because, y'know what man? We livin' in the streets I finally see a bunch of niggas too busy bein' hood Sellin' drugs, and all of that other shit that we shouldn't be doin' But I guess that's the life of a gangsta And y'know what? I ain't livin' no gangsta life You gotta be able to understand: This is Quentino Yes indeed, you'll be thinkin' like I'm Al Pacino But then again, niggas end up hearin' 'bout my name They'll end up thinkin', "Oh, this nigga like the mafia?" You could say that if you wish to But I ain't rollin' with a fuckin' mob, nigga It's just me, myself, and I! Run the whole generation 'round the whole entire world Best believe we all a part of different generations But it don't matter, 'cause we still part the same thing One world, one peace, everything mayne! One religion--- all that, but nobody ends up hearin' 'bout the rate That these rappers are killin' it; hold on a second! I'm just hangin' with the best of the left, and, Yes indeed, man, I been taught by the best And you know what? I'mma learn from the rest I've learned our whole generation's history And best believe that it an't nothin' but misery Nothin' more! I end up hearin' 'bout the niggas that are bein' racist Against their own kind of generation Their own racism, their own color What kind of shit is that, nigga? I don't understand why we doin' this shit to each other Pull the gun out on the nigga that whooped ya But yet, I guess it's just life, because a nigga think "Oh, I ain't havin' this shit, I'm 'bout to bust his ass!" Well, you can't just bust a nigga that whooped ya ass That's just a part of life, nigga--- that's part of life But I guess none of these niggas wanna listen at all Because you know what? They think they gonna buck a ball! And all that other shit... they too busy thinkin' that "Oh wait, we a bunch of punks" You end up bein' a punk that pull out a gun And end up shootin' some innocent nigga; yeah you won/one! Not a game! Nowadays, All of a sudden these niggas killin' each over them colors Red, blue, orange... what kind of shit is this, nigga? I wear black and white. What you got against that? Not a bit, but yet we a part of different generations in this And knowin' how the older generation is They talk about, "I'll whoop your ass and beat the hell out of ya!" I really believe that, because you know what? My mamma part of that old generation, and you know what? Shit, I'm not about to get my ass whooped Over some shit, that I done, that caused a bunch of trouble But yet, even then, when there was trouble, These niggas end up thinkin' about that double--- Shit, double my ass! And knowin' that niggas end up makin' it triple And quadruple, because you know what? When the system gets us, they always End up makin' sure, that they makin' examples out of us Through all the bullshit. I done seen so many of my niggas in jail All niggas in jail! It's a damn kind of shame how we up in jail! Too busy endin' up a momentary thug Too busy tryna be nothin' but gangbangers Throwin' up our sets, I'mma throw up mine But I ain't bangin', nigga, so understand my line: Yes indeed, I'mma stay on my side You stay on yours, and there won't be no problems But I guess niggas end up thinkin' that I'm threatenin' I'm just tryin' to keep the peace, but you steppin' in You too busy steppin' in on a nigga That end up thinkin' that he ain't got nothin' but the trigger I'm not pullin' triggers--- y'all niggas better believe it I'm 'bout to be bustin' through some niggas like some semen But y'know what? Too busy tryna feed our generation But the goverment ends up bein' a bunch of bitches And you know what? Suck it! I ain't even trippin' 'Cause niggas end up knowin' That I'mma really, kill the whole beat But then again, you know...! [Outro - Quentino] But then again, you know It's the Quentino! No Al Pacino! Scarface on me... Nah, I'm bullshittin'! Fuck the shit, that a nigga might say You can suck on a dick then!...
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Dreams 03:32
[Intro - Quentino] Now I got somethin' to tell y'all, man: Y'all gotta dream, bro? You better get to it! Live it out! 'Cause I'm tryna live out my dream, too! Hear me out... [Verse - Quentino] From the beginning of time, yeah, I ain't gonna lie I was too busy tryna make sure that I do this and that Sometimes my dreams end up changin' on me But I guess that's life Because you know what, man? I have to think twice Or three times, just before I could be able to make an action And everything else that people be thinkin'---like a reaction But I'm still gonna be able to do what I do best But you end up thinkin' that you ain't ready for the test But yet, even God will put you through a test I ain't gonna lie to y'all people, 'Cause you know what, man? It's all true, to the eagles Everytime that I be thinkin' 'bout it, man, I'm tryna be able to see Mars Be able to reach for the stars Sometimes I be thinkin' that that sky is the limit But it ain't the limit for me...I'm goin' deep into the space Yes indeed, you could say I'm outta this world, bro 'Cause I plan on bein' deep, outside of this world, bro! Regardless of what they be thinkin'---boxin' me like styrofoam Nowadays I be doin' things almost like an All-Star But instead, you know what man? I'm makin' my own kind of records Makin' sure that I do things in my profession like that level! Even though I'm with different people It's still ChromeOmega till the day that I'm gone It's already in my veins, what you know isn't gone And everything else that these people thinkin' of (my) tone Yeah, my tone might be deep in the gutter {Deep in the utter} But y'all don't understand what it's like to be another Person that's an outcast Sometimes I be thinkin' that I'm an OutKast But do I care if I'm known as the outcast? Nah, I really doubt it Rarely believe that at all 'cause y'know what, man? This is my life that I'm livin'. I'm hopin' to be able to reach that dream That goal that I've been dreamin' of! And if y'all think y'all can get in the way, try me! But I doubt you'll be able to stand in the way--- why eh? Ignorin' the way y'all thinkin' that I end up livin' my life, Y'all too busy goin' after all these other Faymus rappers You can't even give people from the underground a chance And if you did you probably gave 'em, like, one chance Yeah, I done seen it so many times We barely get a chance to do anything with our lives We too busy bein' judged, too busy bein' stereotyped I done seen it so many times... Man, I just respitted my line! And every time that I think about it, I don't get it Why do we speak of death, when we don't even know what happens? I'm sick and tired of hearin' about death I'm sick and tired of havin' this whole damn world on this chest!!! Because you know what? This life that I'm living Is full of the bullshit that niggas end up puttin' us in, and Nowadays, that I think about it... shit, We put ourselves up in this life... shit! And this a damn shame, though But I gotta get goin' till the day that I finally reach my main goal Gotta keep on racin' to the finish line Yeah it's a long way there, but I'm tryna be able to reach it Regardless of what they think, regardless of what they say Don't let nobody tell you that you can't reach your dreams, bro! 'Cause I'm reachin' for mines, too, and I'm hopin' that you reach for yours also! ...
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[Intro - All Star & Quentino] ALL STAR: Yo, bro! QUENTINO: Wassup? ALL STAR: You know how cold I am? QUENTINO: Colder than you? ALL STAR: Nah, I'm so cold that you can't even touch me in basketball.... #23... I'm just playin'! QUENTINO: Nigga... you is not a Michael Jordan. ALL STAR: I'm not. QUENTINO: I know you not!!! ALL STAR: Let's get it crunk, though, bro! QUENTINO: All right... ALL STAR: Go to the hook part... let's do it! QUENTINO: Uh! ALL STAR: Omega! QUENTINO: ... I said "Uh," not "Chrome"! ALL STAR: It's ChromeOmega here! QUENTINO: ... I know it's ChromeOmega... ALL STAR: We're that cold, though. We're that cold! QUENTINO: Chrome. O. Mega. Cold. As. Ice. Nigga! [Hook - Lou Gramm] You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love [Verse 1 - All Star] So cold as ice, I got the people lookin' at me I got so much ice, and I'm blingin' like a champion You know what's on my mind? The business of bein' "That Guy" Like the people lookin' and chokin' on my balls! Nah-nah-nah! Man, just pass me the ball! I'll make the last shot I'm #13 on the block And I'm gonna get to that spot It doesn't matter what the people do They wanna pull out, hammer blare! Like you niggas don't even know what the fuck I am there? Yes, I'm cold as ice, cold and like People lookin' at me like I'm somethin' that you people think I'm just never happenin' Yes, I'm comin' from the desert Bro, you wanna ray? Like the people lookin' at me...sprayed everywhere! But the people gonna know--- put their hands up in the air Like you think you real or somethin' Like you can come around the ball Like a judge without a robe I'm not like you, I run the whole globe Like the hook said!... [Hook - Lou Gramm] You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love [Verse 2 - Quentino] (What's up with y'all, bro? Quentino! No Al Pacino! No frappucino either! Y'all ain't gettin' hype off of this? Y'all should though! But I guess, bein' cold as ice, I'm a frappucino... Haha! Nah, here I go... Wait... wait...nigga!) It's the Quentino, y'all should already know the name Knowin' that I've been goin' so fast, put the Blaze up in the game! Nah, I'm playin'... I'm cold as ice! Yes indeed, I be brinkin' the ice Ring the game, You'll be end up wonderin', Damn, where that ice at? I be bringin' in the ice like y'all need ice sculptures But instead... y'know what? You look like ice sculptures All the way in, knowin' that my heart is The One But then again, people be thinkin' that I brought a gun Now I ain't the type to go like, "Blaow, blaow, blaow!" But I'll still probably be the one to plo-- plo-- plot against ya You people end up wonderin' what my name is You'll probably think that I'm part of a mafia Or maybe a mob, maybe the leadin' mobster Then again, a monster Then again, they wouldn't know because I'm like the consta- Ble, indeed, I'll throw a blaze in your forester Then again, you'll end up thinkin' I am a monster! Cold as ice... [Hook - Lou Gramm] [Interlude - All Star] ALL STAR: Ahhh, man... That's cold, that's cold right there! QUENTINO: I'mma stay cold, die slow, on flow... nah, I'm just playin', I'm done! Haha! ALL STAR: All right, bruh, we're gonna do it together! QUENTINO: What we gotta do together, all right? ALL STAR: Can you handle it? I don't think you can... [Verse 3 - Quentino] Never ever in life will they ever wanna deal with us 'Cause you know how I be doin' it: ChromeOmega is the realest Then again, you know what, man? We just like a gorilla I told All Star go ahead and kill the beat, bruh! [Verse 4 - All Star] Kill another beat Like it did somethin' very demeanin' Like a female kitten tellin' a lion "Oh wait, I'm just lyin'!" Runnin' up and roarin' like I'm beatin' on my chest I guess I'm King Kong in this bitch What else can be said? It's like... [Verse 5 - Quentino] He's like King Kong, but I'm like Godzilla Put a blaze in your place, almost like Monstilla But instead, it's even worser 'Cause I'm like that freakin' monster End up hearin' 'bout the way I'm whirlin' like anaconda! [Verse 6 - All Star] Call me another monster, and call him Leader Monster Goin' for ya head, gon' head and callin' the doctor My flow is so sick, it's so fuckin' retarded Got people lookin' so smart 'cause I be lookin' gnarla! [Outro - Quentino & All Star] QUENTINO: ... That was retarded.. That was so retarded... ALL STAR: Yeah, that was the whole point, though. That was the whole point... you know that was tight, though. You know that was fly! QUENTINO: Haha!!! It really was, bro... ALL STAR: "Cold as Ice," guys... QUENTINO: Whew!!! You know... it's supposed to be cold? But it's actually hot. Nah, I'm just playin'...my heart is cold. You wan' know why? 'Cause I'm with the crew! ALL STAR: C.O.! QUENTINO: Yep!! ChromeOmega! ALL STAR: It's burnin' in this bitch...!
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[Verse - Quentino] 65'in' everytime, and knowin' that I'm doin' the rhyme But yet these people don't get it when I be goin' in like it was that street Nowadays they end up thinkin' about that street But instead I be goin' so hard that these people can't even go that far And everything else, and knowin' that life ends up takin' me on routes And you know what, man? I'm wonderin' if it makes me wanna pout But I guess that's life 'cause you know what, man? That's how we livin' Every time up on these ghetto streets, ignorin' how I live it, man It's really killer out here, I don't see so much shit happen Done lost a lot of family members but we still happenin' Still gettin' live, still on the drive, knowin' that people be thinkin' they on my highway But I'm hittin' up the fast lane And y'know what, man? It's the life that I'm livin' You can't even be able to stop us Everything that I end up thinkin', Yeah, we still rockin' the whole entire house Like it's an earthquake Yeah, you'll be thinkin' the earth shake Almost like I'm hittin' up "Yonkers" But instead I'm callin' my Father Nowadays, I been wonderin' Do I even look like Him? But yet I'm just hopin' that I'll be able to make it up outta here Tryin' to be able to hit the north side, not the other side And you know what, man? They end up hatin' on my style But it don't matter, though. 'Cause you know what, man? I still go Still keep on goin' with the flow These people can't stop 'cause I hit 'em with flows That they can't even see You could end up thinkin' I'm Twista But nah, I don't leave blisters upon these hitters Ignorin' that they be thinkin' I'm an assasin And you know that I be hittin' 'em like Aladdin Yes indeed, I'll be flyin' on the carpet You'll be thinkin' that I'm on The Other Side With these niggas, who end up hearin' about The way I end up breakin' the flow Motherfuckers think they ready to be fuckin' with a ho And you know what? Shit! I ain't fuckin' with no bitch or none of that shit 'Cause you know what? I'm just tryna watch my temper When it get tempered, But instead, knowin' that I'm in a blaze You'll be thinkin' 'bout them days I don't give a shit what a nigga might say 'Cause it's all just a fuckin' daze Yeah, still wearin' the same ole kind of swag, though But I guess these niggas think they have room to brag, though You could brag if you want to, motherfucker, but you know what? Shit I still rep the same thing: Chrome Omega up in this bitch, nigga! Don't, really give a shit, yes indeed, oh go figure! But you'll end up thinkin' that you been drinkin' a lot of liquor I don't really give a fuck, and you know what, nigga? Don't make me have to end up killin' the beat And knowin' that people be thinkin' that I'm King of the Speed But you know that I'mma be bringin' the heat And you know what, man? It's a motherfuckin' Encore Nowadays I been thinkin' that I'm On But instead, I be end up wakin' up after hittin' 'em with this Yes indeed, I be breakin' in the AK-47 Like a rat-a-tat-mother-fuckin'-revvin' Nowadays you'll be thinkin' I'm a reverend 'Cause I really don't give a shit And nigga, I'm ready To, wreck the whole beat Fuck this shit! Nigga, fuck all y'all niggas that be talkin' shit But you know what, motherfucker? Suck a dick And you know what, man? You're gonna end up bein' one of them cockblockers, Them cocksuckers, And everything else that ends up rhymin' with Roc, suckers! I'm out!
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[Intro - Kreative Tendencies] Uh!!! (*Publish or Perish* TAG) Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym! Uhh!!! Boss! Rick Ross, Triple C's of my yayo! [Verse 1 - DJ Doo-Bay] (All right, fair enough) Yeah, stay schemin', stay believin' I'm doin' this shit, stayin' up late every evening Almost there, man-- it feels like I'm still dreamin' Leavin' was somethin' I never wanted to do But you pushed me till the only thing I could say is, "I'm through" I hate the way you make me feel The way you treat me, you brush it off like it's no big deal This is somethin' I gotta do I'm sorry, baby, but maybe later we can start anew If I was Drake I would say all the things to make it right The only pussy he gets is the ones that watch Nick at Nite Or was it Teen Nick? Man, I don't really know How can you be hard when hockey is the hardest thing out of Toronto? Are you black or are you white? Meh, we don't know How can you start shit with Common? You're not even in the same league, so stop it The best move you made was gettin' off "Degrassi" Now lastly, I'mma quit before shit gets real nasty! [Hook - Kreative Tendencies] I ride for my niggas, uh! I ride for my niggas I ride for my niggas, dawg! I ride for my niggas (BLACK SMITH: Stay schemin', niggas try'na get at we three kings...) [Verse 2 - Quentino] (Quentino!) Lemme start off by tellin' Rick Ross a little somethin' Bro, you need to be able to understand this: You go from bein' a correctional facility officer to somebody who be hustlin'? Nah, fuck all of that! (DJ DOO-BAY: You're fucking stupid!) 'Cause you know what? You on stage and you pull of your shirt--- Nigga, put your shirt back on! Don't nobody wanna see that black hole! 'Cause every time we look at it we like, "Oh my God!" Your face is tattooed on it like it's The Rock. Then we go into Drake... Nigga, just stay sober 'Cause last time you wasn't sober, you was throwin' bunch of bottles! Shit! I feel sorry for you, nigga, 'cause Chris Brown probably would'a knocked that ass out! (Uh huh!) But then again, niggas thinkin' they ballin' like Kobe You can't ball like my nigga Derrick Rose, outta Chicago Yes, indeed, these niggas heard of Murciélagos Like my name is Twista, but instead I be bringin' them blister(s)--- But instead they'll be thinkin' about them niggas That bring back Bone Thugs-n-Harmony And y'know what... I don't even know... I guess... In some cases Krayzie Bone really did kill these niggas! [Hook] [Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies] (Yeah!) Retro kicks, fast cars, and temp fades On my grind on the road to anything that pays Yeah! Dead faces makin' sense to me In essence I guess that's how it's really meant to be Logically, niggas wanna stop me But that ain't want the fuck they want. I'm from O-City Where we load the shells and shoot, see? O-City, we don't give a fuck about your co-signs If we see it and we like it, nigga, it's ours! Uh-huh! I'm from the city where the city slicks ride horses and pop nines/Nas A mixture of New York and Montana, bitch! It's my city's time to shine... This world mine! [Hook] [Outro - Kreative Tendencies] Man... fuck Drake! Toronto, Ontario, Canada? Fuck yo' city got three names for?! And it ain't that I don't like you, Drake-- It's that I don't respect you. There's a lot of people that I don't like-- Well, that I like, but I don't respect One of 'em's Al Sharpton ... You know what? Fuck that. Don't nobody like Al Sharpton Got on the fuckin' Jena Six thing and made it completely worse! Talkin' about... "Martin Luther King said... That he had a dream... That White people, and Black people..." ...Bitch shut the fuck up!!! You're fucking stupid! (What'd that even have to do with the situation?!) What did King's speech have to do With two people gettin' into it and beatin' the fuck out of each other?!? One got their ass whooped, got mad, and pressed charges Shit...and you wonder why nobody don't like you? We don't trust yo' ass! You a politician, with a jheri curl! ...Who the fuck wears a jheri curl anymore?!?! One: We don't trust politicians. And two: We don't trust anybody that wears jheri curls anymore! Motherfucker! AND you've gotta fuckin' bald spot! Bitch, it's called Rogaine Foam!! (Background laughter from Smith & Doo-Bay) Shit...got me fucked up... Fuck Al Sharpton!!! ... Possum-faced motherfucker!!!!
9.
[Verse 1 - Quentino] My life is full of situations in the life I'm livin' But I guess I'm hopin' that I'll be able to find salvation Probably not in this world, because it's full of material things That I'm seein' in life's narration I end up wonderin', Will I ever see another day? Nothin' every promises tomorrow, from what they be tellin' Then again, that's what they say Even my mama had told me that she ain't gonna be here forever Yet it still brings tears to my face And I'm just wonderin' if God will ever take me to the gates Of Heaven, but yet I can't even be able to understand What's this world gotta do me with me up in its plan? Can I be an angel, at least for once? Instead of livin' in this life full of chaos Where I end up dealin' with a bunch of demons goin' deep into my head But yet I'm hopin' God that I can follow your lead instead! [Hook - Joe Budden] I don't need the money (money), I don't need the fame (fame) I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain (pain) I don't need the clubs (uh), I don't need the cars None of that really matters to me (whoa) I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain (nope) I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain I don't want whatever's gonna help me be sane I just wanna follow your lead [Verse 2 - Quentino] Wonderin' about the life that I've been livin'---yeah, it's full of chaos Because niggas is Bloods and Crips and Hoovers But I guess that's just my life and the end means of situations Man, I'm just prayin' for all of my family members, I'm prayin' For my kinfolks that are involved in all of that Prayin' for everybody that ends up bein' in that But I guess that's just my life, livin' in these same times Nowadays I'm wonderin', why am I still alive? I shouldn't even question God, 'cause he is the main person That has always ended up givin' me answers and gave me blessings But I guess that when it came to every other lesson That I done failed, I end up wonderin' Am I really payin' attention, Or am I thinkin' of fishin'? But yet, y'know what, man? I'm just fishin' off deep in the sea, dodgin' all the sharks, But yet I'm still hopin' that I can stop and get away from the black ink of the darkness, ya know? [Hook - Joe Budden] I don't need the money (money), I don't need the fame (fame) I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain (pain) I don't need the clubs (uh), I don't need the cars None of that really matters to me (whoa) I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain (nope) I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain I don't want whatever's gonna help me be sane I just wanna follow your lead [Verse 3 - Black Smith] You sayin' follow my lead, follow---follow my lead Pen in my hand, your word strapped to my knee That gift that you gave me was the freest therapy Now the phrases I coin are the freest currensy Sanity, once a tempest, now the cleanest vision possible Temper's evened out--- oddly enough my biggest obstacle Was my own mindset, yeah; my own sword of Damocles Threatenin' to slice the cells beneath my own damn follicles The stones life cast at me, the roads I stumbled on Bumpy that they be, made one hell of a rumble zone I wrestled with my demons, body-slammed all their tag-alongs Cleaned the big picture, edited my very own travelogue The strength to carry on---yeah, I got that from you Experience the hardest teacher, but it's shapin' my view On the way toward the top, grass ain't the greenest hue But I know I won't stay blue as long as I keep on searchin' for the truth [Hook - Joe Budden] I don't need the money (money), I don't need the fame (fame) I don't need the lifestyle, I don't need the pain (pain) I don't need the clubs (uh), I don't need the cars None of that really matters to me (whoa) I don't want the bad bitch, I don't want the strain (nope) I don't want the highs, enough shit on the brain I don't want whatever's gonna help me be sane I just wanna follow your lead [Outro - Quentino] They say I've been lookin' for the King of Kings I can't help but look for him because of this world It's full of salvationlessness (I guess) and a late feder' rate (just) Nowadays I'm wonderin' about people of Matrix I'm too busy bein' all in a fantasy world Too busy thinkin' about the "main one" kind of girl But what's the difference of everything? I don't need even need immaterial things I don't need...

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The third official release from Publish or Perish is an abridged EP version for the first installment in the "Scorpio" trilogy of mixtapes. The 'Sideline Story' EP chronicles the journey of up-and-coming Ardmore rapper Quentino as he sets out to establish a name for himself in the city he both loves and hates.

**FREE** DELUXE VERSION OF THE MIXTAPE WITH DOUBLE THE AMOUNT OF TRACKS is available @ chromeomega.bandcamp.com/album/scorpio-vol-i

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 Quentin Roberts (a.k.a. Quentino).

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released September 10, 2012

VOCALS: Quentino (all tracks); Black Smith (tracks 2, 8 and 9); All Star (track 6); DJ Doo-Bay (track 8); Kreative Tendencies (track 8)

PRODUCTION: Quentino (exec.); Black Smith (co-exec.); J. Cole (tracks 1 and 2); No I.D. (track 3); Pete Rock (track 4); B-Side (track 4); DJ Simonsayz (track 4); Str33tbeats (track 5); B.o.B. (track 6); KB (track 6); T-Minus (track 7); The Beat Bully (track 8); J. Cardim (track 9)

MIXING AND MASTERING: Black Smith (tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8 and 9) Quentino (tracks 5 and 6)

ALBUM AND SINGLE ARTWORK: CT (album artwork); StealthDesigns (@ElephantStealth) [alternate artwork]; YeezyWorldPeace (track 2); Lyrical (@LSXN_Lyrical) [track 4]; R.o.B. Hiko (@robertontenient) [track 8]

SPECIAL THANKS TO: ChromeOmega; J. Cole; All who listen

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