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"Xmas Is A Crime" by Zweng

This is a public service announcement from your local art(h)ist(ory), about Christmas in the future. Does it snow in the future?

I went ho ho ho / home for the holidays, found out that my Momma paid too much for some clothes/ I aint ever gonna wear less its socks and underwear/ I aint the type of kid who looks to find what he is in a store/ Woah, home for the holidays, got this Christmas tree thing ringing in my ears/ like bling, bling, bling, sing Jingle Bells/ How many trees you get to cut before you got no more to sell?

Xmas is a Crime

I said ho ho hold up, who's been a bad boy?/ Who's Momma still affords to buy her baby toys?/ Mine don't, I can't pretend iPhones get me any closer to the premium freedom I call Joy/ cause when I was younger, was never taught Love was the only gift that we'd ever need/ and now that I'm older I'm trying to re-order how objects get placed in an ever-expanding space*/ Man all these things that we waist/ baby nobody is safe from this disease/ and that's including me, my family, no money to plot/ so we killed our trees on a Payless parking lot.

Xmas is a Crime

It was immaculate conception/ I bring the song as a blessing (repeat)

Fresh back from Ghana man so I've seen Christmas trees in a hundred degrees

I did the flood plain march to the New Orleans

Man you talking to me?

I said, Jesus said it

Santa: "Ho ho holy sh_t, this is a job I'm quitting children/ the north pole's melting so soon I won't have a home"

Kids: "No!"

Hello people, the world is changing / all I'm asking for is a little bit of, hmm, how would you say/ Intellectual acceleration/ All I really want to know is: why can't the West celebrate without getting paid?

*cite: Hawking, Steven, A Brief History of Time. Bantam, New York; 1988.

“Walking The Wall” by Zweng

At the end of the day/ I’m still sitting all alone/ I ask my friends in outer space/ to pick me up and bring me home/ You see I’m too young to die/ but I’m too scared to try for her/ she’d probably just hurt my pride/ Take away the mirror that scar our smiles/ cause I’m too tired to pay the price/ for turning out the light/ tell me why/ I’m turning out the light

Ya at the end of the day/ I’ve got no girl to call my own/ I ask my friends on the way/ to pick me up and keep me close/ You see I’m too young to die/ so I’ll just keep on trying/ Ya take away the mirrors that scar our smiles/ cause I’m too tired to pay the price for turning out the light

"Nostril Solver" by Zweng

Please leave/ I want to be left alone/ you must cease to seek solving problems through your nose/ no clue no right/ white kids building lives/ with their parent's lies

Please leave/ the demons turned my TV on and off/ watching Johnny Wadd getting 14 inches soft and hard/ how odd and scarred/ I miss cars I miss cars

I thought I could grow/ faster than my nose/ could have been the sole survivor/ your own nostril solver

"Free Kneeze" by Zweng

Get free on your knees/ take an uptown train to the wrong other place/ Then you'll know/ just what I see/ then you tell me girl if you still love this world/ if you still love these things

Cause I know that there's a man/ who will lend me his hand for every dime I spend/ And I know that for a price/ I could be the next big thing/ you're dead james Dean/ oh these forgetful things

...enter Spirits

"WrollinTuduhBowlinAlu" by Zweng

I pack 9 when I'm rolling to the bowling alley/ Bus ride when I'm rolling to the bowling alley/ f'k the club son/If you want to get a party cracking gotta bounce downtown and roll into the bowling alley

You find me in the far lane/ strike away from perfect game/ causing such a spectacle rolling with the heavy ball/ Go and hit my last strike/ hit it for 300 times/ hear my name announced then see my face ESPN/ Step into the pro shop/ try some bowling clothes on/ thinking bout my new kicks/ how they got the longest slip/ Step into the dressing room/. trying on my new shirt/ till I see a bowling groupie/ knows that I been rolling smoothly/ She asked me for my autograph/ asked me "will you sign my back"/ asked me "will you tell me this"/ asked me "will you take me there"/ I told that girl "no shame/ you talking about the pro game/ talking to a pro player/ I've got to keep on bowling"

I'm knocking down 10 pins/ hit em with my left hand/ take my rings off/ put it in my bowling ball/ I'm thinking about my gold teeth/ could have been a wide receiver/ got such special handling they want me ball in Cincinnati/ Call my dog Welch up/ wanna play some beer pong/ he got me taking pictures of bowling bitches with cell phone/ He said it be a half an hour/ I told him man it aint no hurry/ once a bowling party gone get started/ the people swerve to the early morning

Long lanes/ long legs/ Long lanes/ long legs

You know man it aint easy being league MVP/ they need you for them movies/ Big Labowski 2 maybe/ The crazy things I do on lanes the reason why Hall of Fames get started/ I bowl so good it makes you sick/ got so much dough bought a Cadillac/ From Redwood Lanes to Hollywood Bowl/ every night I'm striking using all 3 holes

the complete lyrics for the album:

"Sinning Souls" by Zweng

Well I had a darling/ but she was full of sin/ so I took out my razor/ and I cut her clean of it/ And there were puddles of trouble/ and white lies staining tile/ the jealousy dribbled gently/ all over my bright smiles/

I've never seen a picture/ but I know that heaven's nice/ I've never been to Denver/ but I heard its mighty high/ woah oh oh my darling died/

Well my little flower/ she grows under ground/ she eats lunch with spiders/ the worms hired her to get around/ And they say in the good book/ A cheater's liable to die/ well I've never been a reader/ but I sure like to write/

I've never seen a picture/ but I know what Hell looks like/ I've never been to Denver/ but I heard its mighty high/ woah oh oh my darling died/

And down in town/ they are ask ask asking around/ where oh where has Jenny gone/ And here at home God's with me so I'm not alone/ Woah oh oh you poor sinning souls/

Well I had a darling/ but she was mean to me/ And now that girl's starving/ Lord salvation isn't free

"2 Pens" by Zweng

Well if you want to paint a tree/ try 2 pens then/ branches and leaves/ and they all look so different/ We got markers and in(c)ks/ and Crayola crimson/ Iv'e got two tops/ they never fall off

Well I've got 2 pens/ And I use them like one of a kind/ when I'm drawing I never ever use my mi- i- i-i-nd/ I've got 2 pens

Well if you want the dogs to walk/ you lead them by the leashes/ they'll sit, they'll shit, they'll bark/ whenever master pleases/ We got mountains of pens/ come (w)ri(gh)te down with them/ Everybody gets stains on their shirt some times

Well I've got 2 pens/ And I use them like on of a kind/ when I'm drawing I never ever use my look at the time cause everybody's so right

"Further South" by Zweng

I'm gonna change my style/ gonna find a new scene/ I'm moving further south/ where the chicks know my name

I'm gonna get a new suite/ and buy some new shoes too/ start wearing bolo ties and suspenders too/ Ya you'll see what I do

I'm gonna change my style/ gonna buy some new tunes/ Gonna smoke for a while/ gonna get a tattoo

I'm moving further south/ where the chicks know the score/ I know I've got enough/ but I can always get more/ Ya you'll see what I'm for

I'm moving further south/ Where the sun don't set on the pretty pictures in my mind/ and you just can't figure out/ where the sun goes down

"The Choke" by Zweng

Well I'm trying my best to get addicted to cigarettes/ it hurts my throat but it helps my head/ I've mad up my mind/ I'm gonna die trying/ the folks back home know I need to unwind

And if you see me around Ill be outside/ with my head on the ground you see. no one will sit next to me

Well I'm taking it slow/ blow by blow/ the smoke, the choke, anything goes/ and if you call me a fool I'll just think I look cool/ alone, stoned, anything goes

And if you see me around/ I'll be outside/ with my head in a cloud you see/ the people just stair at me

I roll away the best part of my day/Sit in vein and play with papers all day/ I bought a light/ I bought a case you see

And if you see me around/ I'll be outside/ with my head on the ground you see/ no one will even talk to me/ pretty please

"Push Love" by Zweng featuring MC Dino

Light streams down on her face/ so she thinks of love/ and she sings do do do do do do/ and she thinks/ do do do do do do

Who will give they're love despite the space between their hearts and minds/ Try to separate in time the truth that lives inside you/ Who will let their love divide the line between whats wrong and right/ Who will push the love through/ you can push the love too

Sun beams down on her feet/ Lay down sleeping/ so she dreams do do do do do do do/ And she thinks do do do do do do

(RAP) Its just something about the way she looks so deep inside/ brown eyes blue skies/ keeping me so close doesn't have to try/ I really want to show you how my heart is in this/ never want to stop till I show you how I'm feeling ya/ So misleading life got you down when you should be feeling up/ Up in the clouds when I'm feeling like this/ Just one shot and I cannot miss/ just one life with you miss thats me and you thats it/ Yo L-O-V-E turn the lights off and you'll see you and me is what I breath/ its the angels above me/ Just for you/ keep it rolling tight because I'm so into you/ had another girl but she aint like you/ all I can say is do do do do do

"Raskolnikov" by Zweng

Feeling Mother Mary but she don't love me/ Steel tip staring at my head/ revolving in my hand/ canvas for my name to stick on/ Swinging through the gallows to hang with my favorite friends/ Sitting in the scene of the best vending machines/ waiting for some change to fall/ and it does

Running through the streets screaming Naomi's name/ what happened to the few good ones the floor took to crawling through school hallways/ while you're picking up dope games/ falling in these sinning streets

Raskolnikov is dead/ he's fallen off the bridge/ never learned to swim/ some say we never did/ See him chop chop chopping heads/ he never went to bed/ Raskolnikov is dead/ and his axe is in your hand

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