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Bombay

by Swamp Lake

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1.
(Just) There was once a time that I believed in our government Working so hard like the prisoner of a mothership All day long, and no play But that’s no way for us to spend our days So I learned to walk the other way haven’t looked back No matter what your friends say We were born to spell it out So mother fuckers in the future learn to figure it out (Skope) As a good little busy bee I didn’t see it as a prison see Were all differently programmed But the missing piece of My own damn mind Left me incomplete I didn’t waive a white flag or admit defeat But they don’t fight fair so a victory Is quite rare If you don’t know your history And block out all the pain and misery (Just & Skope) Indigo Feel the flow Of the voice that’s inside Let it go, in and out First were born then we die And I try, but the truth is a lie From the guy in the sky That you talk about - Blind in the eye On your forehead, Mad blood shed for the cause Theres a clause in the contract Lost in the fog Null and void man., Lost in the fog Head straight clogged and your lost in the fog And they say, they want to teach our kids how to be leaders But how can you lead the troops, If your not a believer ? and they say they want to teach our kids how to stand up and how to be leaders, but you can’t really lead the troops, if your not a believer (Skope) How do you cope when your dreams are shattered ? No hope, it doesn’t even matter it seems like the seams are splitt and the scene is shit why do I need to even exsist everything I believe is a myth and I’ve fallen deep in the abyss but im crawling out of the myst to prove to all of you its not a bottomless pit (Just) chemicals dropped from the planes that keep us stressed out time is of the essance 2010 is in the past now its somehow been leading to this two years left what the myans predicted its kind of like looking at the hour glass staring at the last grains of sand as the minutes pass you by before its all just a memory living as a mystery deep inside infinite CHORUS And they say, they want to teach our kids how to be leaders But how can you lead the troops If your not a believer ? and they say they want to teach our kids how to stand up and how to be leaders, but you can’t really lead the troops, if your not a believer
2.
BANG BANG (Just) Theres a dozen reason why you keep your head in the sand Because ignorance is bliss, Yeah I get man I understand Its really difficult To be have an individual identity When everything original is criminal And ridiculed by major publications and such Cause parallases without proper analysis Busted by a loose change video That cripples corruption Distract the people by pushing a red button of Who said, who did it He’s a terrorist finish him with a deadly attack of snake venom by a lyrasist while the rich get richer from stocks the middle class staying warm from a blanket full of small pox same story and its written in code of double talk illuminated by the few who control ive got a remedy to nullify the fear they ignite you can hear the bang echo in the dead of the night and it sounded like bang bang bang (x4) (UsVsThem) feeling short of breath like I’m in a sleeper hold cant slow down doing 90 over pot holes exposing plot holes in the fold of what your used to pick up shattered glass and hold it fast with some crazy glue you got to be at least a little crazy to get through you got to stand out of the pack or they gonna forget you on the attack never slack but I stay cool can’t let the day to day, pay to play rattle me and get a salary and hov mentality loose your grip and you flip on reality you can casually walk into a casualty pink slip and end up stepping off a balcony no man is safe from what you’ve become when you’ve got to fight for every crum and the snakes acting fake with a fork toungue trying to help some, but you looking out for number 1 (theres a war going on outside no man is safe from / you can run, but you cant hide forever) and it sounded like bang bang bang (Skope) We come packing heat, cause its cold on the street And you got to make a fire if you want to eat You got to catch a rat, cook it with a ketchup packet Pack your shit and go before the pigs come and snatch it Put the ball in the basket Nail in the coffin Closed casket For those bastards
you got to fight for it, you can’t quit or forfeit Or get fucked by a thug Chuck Norris Theres a war going on inside You can’t escape from - filthy kisses with snake tongues In the 510, you got to keep it live Or get swallowed whole, and end deep inside the beast Instead of inside riding beats Is where you’ll find me til’ I’m deceased With rabies or lime disease Or maybe freeze When its 95 degrees (chorus) And it sounded like bang bang bang
3.
(Chorus) (Just) In the Middle of the Night When your terrified with fright You can turn on that light And be calm again (Just) And become again – what you want to be tomorrow and become again, because your dreams should be followed dont settle for a dead end job inside a cube working for a jerk, with a lousy attidude that ain’t you –no no man that ain’t you, or what you were born to do (Skope) Nah na na, I was born to be free No man stands as god above me We must live collectively together That’s how its meant to be We all make our path Everyday that’s past Is a day that we can never take back We walk that path as the seasons pass Knowing that we can never go back (Chorus) (Just) So step out the dark, and step into the light let go the stress, and let it ignite We are all born equal & were all different people This is the first page, of your lifes given sequal In the Middle of the Night When your terrified with fright You can turn on that light And be calm again (Skope) Sun rises New days dawn Surprised to find that the mood aint wrong Hope fills the air Instead of dispair Don’t feel the pain, and forget it was there Nobody said it was fair The struggles seems endless it left me hopeless, broken and friendless But so independent, I fight for each second Lifes too short to focus on the exit (Just) & we comin w the boom bap rap you like bumpin in your ride All alone on a drive by the Oceanside Windows down, volume up Is how I like it to try to keep it so my shit will thump From here to where you come from Try to make it so you feel it in your soul and achy breaky ecto skeleton Its just a piece of me I want to share, And I don’t care if you pick apart the stuff we put out there Its for me, more than its for you Unless you let it soak inside of you, and let it in your attitude And theres a chance that you get it, and it clicks Like when your out skating, and you land your first kick flip (Skope) After 1000 tries you’ve got it now, So don’t give up and don’t let down Not now man Your almost there, So live your dreams and forget your nightmares Chorus (Just) In the Middle of the Night When your terrified with fright You can turn on that light And be calm again
4.
Bombay 04:01
BOMBAY (Just & Skope) It’s the very first page in my rhyme book So I’m a bring it bring it back Right back to basics (Skope) Yo its Just and Skope-a-nator In the home of the Oakland raiders We’ve got trees like all day Got a new strain call it Bombay Our warriors will raid your ark Like 49 giant sharks Sunsets in Richmond And if you want Mexican check the mission From the Height to the Golden Gate The shit is great man, no debate I like hiking and fishing trips High on the rock down at mission cliffs Man life is too short and that’s the same from the bay to new york They say life is too short, and that’s the same from the bay all the way to new york (Just & Skope) Living in the hills of Oakland California We got trees like all day Fools spray shots I think I better warn ya’ Got a new strain call it Bombay Living in the streets of Oakland California From the city to san jose Fools spray shots in think I better warn ya I love it here, call it Bombay (Just) Living in the hills of Oakland California, 510 thumb tack on your map fools spray shots I think I better warn ya – cops killing kids (cops killing kids) Living in the streets of Oakland California 510 thumbtack on your map Fools spray shots I think I better warn ya – cops killing kids , O Grant on the train tracks Revolution rise up, one time for your mind Population getting sized up Got a rock steady fist Drinking water by the fifths, Captivating hope that you can handle this I think not, I’ve got a lot of information locked away to keep your mind molten hot Smash fools hella hard to make em crazy Ghost ride your whip, just like your Patrick Swayze (Just & Skope) It’s the very first page in my rhyme book So I’m a bring it bring it back Right back to basics It’s the very first page in my rhyme book So im a bring it bring it - back - right back to basics Living in the hills of Oakland California We got trees like all day Fools spray shots I think I better warn ya’ Got a new strain call it Bombay Living in the streets of Oakland California From the city to san jose Fools spray shots in think I better warn ya I love it here, call it Bombay
5.
DON’T LOOK BACK (Just) Open up just a little bit Keep it simple for the idiots You know im fuckin with you if you are illiterate, but if you are… Than I’m really sorry that the system failed you Nailed you to that cross-road situation your in kind of like the cross you’ve been praying to ever since you was a little kid but now your sad and sorry, got your nuts in the glory hole, wishing that your hand was just a little more powerful so you can go all in, one swoop instead your getting head in the stall of the bathroom chillin with a picture of jenna Jamison inside of your head getting brain and then complaining bout the woman that you married at home, got you feeling alone broken car, and got a sky high phone bill from roaming on the road no minutes till 9 for 3 weeks but that’ll never work, cause your girl will beef if she can’t reach yo ass within the first three rings got her thinking that your probably kicking it & doing things with other girls, because they come a dime a dozen especially the ones that you seem to fall in love with but that’s another conversation for another time always on the grind, got her always on your mind got me thinking all about the rhymes I could kick all the ass I could get, if my ass got legit and I got my shit together but for worst or the better this is how it has to be but it will change like the weather driving in the fast lane, moving hella slow acting like an asshole, talking through the whole show & for the record this is a strict violion if I’m ever put into a single situation – I’ve got no patience for an idi-ot So don’t spray no allegations I hold it down, when I moving towards the final destination Don’t Look Down Don’t Look Back (Skope) The names Skope, incase you didn’t know Right now were living out in the east O, yo The weather’s nice, and the rent is low And its just a bart ride from san Francisco, so I got time to work on my flow, oh And smoke herb, your herbs so lets go, woah Pack it up with Just and Rick Steezy Lifes hard but we make it look easy 9 to 5 makes me queezy its like a cd that keeps repeating over and over, I’m closer and closer to sticking a fork, inside of the toaster but instead of rolling over, I decided to control all the pieces of my life that are part of my soul if you go for your goals, go hard or go home more holes in your plot than they got in the o zone your like a snow cone in the sunshine running slow mo from popo... one time for your mind a new Skope and Just song known to bust flows from dusk till dawn, and dawn back to dusk pack it up, in the bong or the bowl I don’t give a fuck (Just) what about a spliff or a blunt? yeah, that’s the ticket c’mon don’t front Don’t look Down Don’t look Back
6.
Ghost Rider 02:54
GHOSTRIDE (Skope) Yo this is my hyphy track Gotta take your wifey back To the studio, but I promise that we’ll be right back Just gonna smoke a sack Of that Oakland crack I’m talking weed, just a feign for the greeny green And purple orange kush, Man fuck george bush With dick chaney’s dick Damn those two make me sick Back to the weed man, Fucking thc man Luckily the police man don’t fuck with me in Oakland (Just) Living where its medicated As a sleeping aid a patient Went to get a bag of herb and smoke it with his friends In the studio Where we took your girl, and she took it like a champ I don’t even think she gagged a little bit,… mmmm But I saw her spit it out when she went to get a drink In the bathroom, on another gully type of trip In the backroom, she was sucking like a vacuum Hover buster busted on her like an improv joke Lincoln loggin cabin fever, got a cleaver shaving beavers on a marijuana carpet ride a long time that’ll make your mellon split, give you change without no counterfit material because we on some Oakland hyphy shit and it makes you want to ghostride and it makes you want to ghostride (Repeated twice)
7.
AUDIOPRO (UsVsThem) Eyes adjustin to the sun, Hard to see Drank my whisky now its on the coffee Can’t let the daily grind me up Into broken pieces zoned out like a zombie Trying to make something from nothing A disease, an obsession, a fight, and a struggle How my lip get busted Life is hard, and its knuckles are dusted But I strike with a box cutter type C4 switchblade pipe bomb dynomite Final fight, and the fight gets dirty How do I plead to homicide, lyrics and fury Lights low like a say once Try to find a pattern in the chaos Things are moving but I stay calm Find an eye in the storm against all odds And you can try to play god, sometimes it gets colder than a graveyard You get burned you get scarred, you give up, you swing hard And you can try to play god, sometimes it gets colder than a graveyard But than you find a shelter and a few more pieces put the puzzle together (Just) And he’s known to the town as a starving artist Posted on the corner where he works his hardest Surviving on the tips that we put in his box Steady on the path, most consider to be lost Covered in ink, conspiracy nut to make you stop and think About alien abductions, builderberg functions, lost inside a rabbit hole of digital destruction Hes an analog guy, likes to move slow Likes to get high Work with his hands whenever he can, and have great conversations with those who understand him But the sad part is, to most he’s a ghost where the black crows live Goes against the grain Got your brain, up in a vice grip Few complain about the novacaine, pumping the pain to keep your mind numb Fluoride dumped inside the water that you drink from Blast the news and catch blues Wonder why wifey’s got a bad attitude But he still likes to smile Hitchhike a ride to go the extra mile, Performing at a packed show, in addition to an artist he’s an audio pro (Skope) Back to the streets to make ends meet, If all goes well he’ll eat this weak, Got a box of tapes, a box of cd’s and a hard drives full of mp3’s Pockets packed with the trees He’s on his way, back to the breeze Necessities, he sells recipes and has purpose in every breath he breaths His flesh, it bleeds and if disease takes whats left he’ll still believe In the path he took on foot just gravel No judge or jury or gavel Badly wounded full of shrapnel Barely got one wheel on its axel But he’s got a meal on, and that ill Cause its cold in the graveyard and that’s real (Just) And you can try to play god, sometimes it gets colder than a graveyard You get burned you get scarred, you give up, you swing hard And you can try to play god, sometimes it gets colder than a graveyard But than you find a shelter and a few more pieces put the puzzle together
8.
Fishermen 05:51
FISHERMAN (Just) Almost everyone I know, they try to stack chips One false move, and it all disappears quick And that’s the good and the bad, How the cards fall Taking everything you have I’m not no pro, but yo I got a bankroll And I’m not the kind of person to fold A good hand when I’ve got it You play weak, and I’ll spot it Put you all in, call your bluff like an audit You see, theres shark’s in the tank know a fish when they see it Try to take you to the bank So, you’ve gotta learn to play a little more tight Cause a fish out of water get’s consumed every night I like to play at bay 101 Eating all the little fish, Like a dish of fresh salmon High steak’s on the side You got some luck, let it ride Just know when to step aside (chorus)(Just & Skope) lay em down lay em down, down, down, gotta learn learn to lay em down lay em down or go all in, and feel your heart poundin’, lay em down, down got to learn, learn to lay em down down lay em down or go all in, so how you feel now ? (Skope) Hands sweaty Heart beatin, the sharks start eatin When they smell blood, stuck in the deep end Floppin’, twistin and turning’ no insurance And now river feels more like a furnace Your all in, but over your head You glance back at your hands They’re covered in red You got a lot of heart, but watch with dread As the last street leads to a clover instead Hold em’ or fold em, the moment is golden They try to finish off a skittish opponent As the minutes have slowed to a crawl, and all the fish – try to make a bold call so many dreams have been flushed take the bait and straight up get crushed by a fishing magician – I say now you gotta know when to push , and when to lay em down (chorus)(Just & Skope) lay em down lay em down, down, down, gotta learn learn to lay em down lay em down or go all in, and feel your heart poundin’, lay em down, down got to learn, learn to lay em down down lay em down or go all in, so how you feel now ? (Just) Focused on the cards Straight stuck in the zone, Just won a tourney in the comfort of my own home full tilt on the cell phone sitting with the big dog’s throwin em all a small bone yup re raise em like I was a knit wit actin like I’ve never played before and I don’t really even know shit and that’s far from the truth though not like a hot shot, really I’m just so-so at it backdoor flush to crush I’ve got the ace in my hand So I know I’ve got the pure nuts I check, they bluff – Put their whole stack right in front, So now I know I’m bout to double up yup it’s a real easy read, when a maniac is raising frequenly without no strategy its fun to take em out with a sell now he’s screaming bloody hell to his friends about the way he fell – down, down, down (chorus)(Just & Skope) lay em down lay em down, down, down, gotta learn learn to lay em down lay em down or go all in, and feel your heart poundin’, lay em down, down got to learn, learn to lay em down down lay em down or go all in, so how you feel now ? (Skope) I feel like the king of the castle When a pair in the pocket came to hassle my queens So I took em to battle, this fool didn’t seem to know How shallow these rivers run Just before the flood And paint the entire board red as blood, yo And before its all said and done You realize that you can’t trust anyone So you stack your chips, by acting tough And pushing back on a fish, who likes to bluff With a whole bunch, of that shitty stuff In life, you got to take off those kitty gloves Don’t let a bad beat – ruin your summer And fifth street is the road for the runner runner Stay on your game and say it now You got to learn when to push and when to lay it down (chorus)(Just & Skope) lay em down lay em down, down, down, gotta learn learn to lay em down lay em down or go all in, and feel your heart poundin’, lay em down, down got to learn, learn to lay em down down lay em down or go all in, so how you feel now ?
9.
QUIET THE STORM (Just) Quiet the Storm Beware They try and quiet the storm So be aware Taking shelter In the house of cards These walls once stood strong and tall, Are ready to fall Guards all around on the premises Acting as an arch nemasis That they talk about in genesis We battle like true soldiers do Fight for the cause Cause that’s what were here to do Battle like were not be fucked with If the shit hit the fan & the quiet storm erupted got me thinking every pig pens currupt & now my mind racing like a lambo vs a pick up truck you don’t want to step up because your bound to get mowed by an elevated bunch of us we got a lot of power inside of the numbers that we roll with sit & smoke a bowl, with the music that we pass upon & we can talk about change & how to alter brain waves to deconstruct this Babylon chorus (Just) Quiet the storm Beware They try and quiet the storm Be aware (Skope) They try to quiet us, quiet the storm by using violence Defy the norm, no we won’t be silenced Using whatever strengths inside us And when the times right, we’ll strike the tyrants They act so pious, Its fake those liars, act like we won’t throw em in a lake of fire but when you stand in between a man and his purpose don’t be surprised when it turns into a circus and I don’t mean a flying trapeze I mean when he’s gotta a 45 he’s dying to squeeze I see that a lot of snakes like to hide in the trees And only come when the sunshine recedes Like vampires But their drive is greed And inside they fiend for a god that’s green But I’m not your slave, and I’m not a machine I’m a free man, and a human being chorus Quiet the storm Beware They try and quiet the storm Be aware (Just & Skope) Its all Anger hate Sex greed Happiness love connections belief resentment lust sin & rage compassion & beauty its all the same page compassion duality its all the same page Quiet the storm Beware They try and quiet the storm Be aware
10.
One 0 One 03:35
ONE 0 ONE (Just) It usually begins with a kick drum Followed by a pattern of hi hats That Rumble in the cranium For a minute just before I get in it I start to focus on the feeling Where the sky is the limit And we’ll pass it through compressors just to keep it sounding slick got an infinite amounts of sounds to mess around with very naturally, it leaves a lot open roads when your sculpting up the audio This is a part of my every day endeavor So no matter the weather, I try to find a way to put it all together Into (all these) sound waves, exhibit and show What it takes to build breaks, to come through your stereo And chances are, you’ll never catch a click track Got impecible timing to syncopate your favorite written raps, it’s a fact, You can sample up and chop it Bring it back Rewind, & never stop it (Skope) Sample up and chop it Give me some coffee and a little bit of chocolate And I’ll go off on any kind of topic But if I act obnoxious, I’ll calm down with massive bong hits Banging drum sticks and making songs with Inner reflections that are close to caustic Influenced by most the cosmos, So here is a toast to bob ross Happy little trees are almost Enough to make your problems all gone But I don’t paint so I make songs When life wont let me put the breaks on Its bigger than us we can’t stop it, So we just Sample up and chop it We make music, not just for a profit So feel free to Sample up and chop it (Just) & when the sun went down The night turned cold You could feel it in your soul So I stepped to the drum kit, Took a little hit of the green leaves, Rolled like a misfit (Skope) And grab the pen or a sharpie To get the party started like a car key Classic, old school Atari Smooth and rugged kind of like a harley (Just) All we got to do is open up a new session, throw a little eq mixed w compression you can’t for get the reverb, cause we want to make it hit real smooth - like that kush herb (Skope) pop – poppin pills, we ain’t down with that, but the greeny green, got a pound of that so sit back with a pen and a friend rollin up dimes, writing rhymes again (Just) gotta keep it smooth when we blaze it like your girls legs or her cootch when she shaves it We got that new sound you can bump, Swamp Lake fool – rattle in your trunk (uh) (Skope) Or in your headphones when your on the bus Song stuck in your head when your making lunch Drum kicks, that really pack a punch We eat that shit up, like captain crunch (Just) So you can sample up and chop it Recyle waves in your own way Replay and rock it Elevated topics Where I can close both my optics Get lost in the sonics (Skope) Lost in the page for days, you can’t stop it So we just, sample up and chop it You can try but you’ll never stop the profit So feel free to sample up and chop it

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Just Musica + Skope = Swamp Lake.

While both artists have been making music together for a number of years, Bombay marks the first official release for Swamp Lake.

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released May 11, 2011

All songs written by Skope & Just Musica (except Bang Bang & Audio Pro, written by Skope, Just Musica & UsVsThem)

All songs produces, recorded & mixed by Just Musica at Herb East Studios, Oakland CA.

Guitar on 7, Keys & Guitar on 8 & Bass guitar on 10 by Kent Clayton

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