Open Your Eyes [EP]

by Black Smith

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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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Track Name: Open Your Eyes (Explicit Version)
[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...
Track Name: Open Your Eyes (Clean Version)
[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...
Track Name: Lighters [Freestyle] (feat. DJ Doo-Bay & Bruno Mars)
[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
Track Name: Joaquin Phoenix Facebook Flow (feat. Lupe Fiasco & Travis Barker)
[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