miranda produced by .org 01 introduction - f. ill ben, the one-up kid 02 rotary phone - f. the one-up kid, king kung fu, the turkish revolution, sabrina 03 8:30 am - f. jesse, king kung fu, the one-up kid, st pete, samantha 04 riding - f. ill ben, king kung fu, the one-up kid, epyk 05 6:18 - f. one-up kid, the turkish revolution 06 miranda 2 - f. sabrina 07 holidays - f. one-up kid, ill ben, king kung fu, jesse, and the turkish revolution 08 angry prom - st pete, samantha, king kung fu, the one-up kid 09 after party - f. the one-up kid, king kung fu, the turkish revolution, sabrina 10 denouement     riding produced by .org featuring: ill ben, king kung fu, the one-up kid, epyk ill ben I got you now stud tripping off of fucked up stuff you done did at my crib about 2:30 in the day to the next day getting blazed watching days and passions laughing when I was called into action asking what the fuck get buck distruct mode hung up the phone put on my clothes it better not be about a ho but it was motherfucker what had the courtesy to diss me and my cuz had to go and thug blunt city so what's up fucked up your moms house out of town for the weekend speaking of reaching up to grab the chandelier lampshade on my head with 2 holes so I can see SF and CZV when we meet we agree to make a move on this true blue after you bitch hit him turn out the lights and throw him in his room had to tie him up right for wrong and me my city and my crew king kung fu king kung fu to you coming through brand new jean jacket more patches then multi pocketed velcro scratches parachute pants He-man he was the man Optimus Prime don't whine I ain't Lion-O Cindy Lauper hair dyeing though mullets cockrock never dies like the challenger flies oh teary eyed 'cause this is what it sounds like when the doves cry the one-up kid stomping through your whole shit spitting positrons girls like fawns dazed and dazzled crazed and man handling bring the liveness non-compliance rebel alliance rocks highness like treble check my level bet you wish I wasn't here beer makes 3 of me quite easily stop shit cold freezingly CZV my vision driven forced to risen smoking resin side stepping lesson crept in wetting setting like type face check my database king kung fu little boy hide your crying face remember tether ball smokers in the east hall skate or break you give me headaches talking gibberish off mountain dew highs all night gambling holding jack of one eyes to get by you need knowledge and wise my status is 100% atheist my brain is the basis of my thesis the faces break to pieces and cause kids to feces my course of course drop down by force bouncing to your spot like plinko listen observe copy like Kinko we're all a little foreign here chico cut your losses let the weak go epyk Kennedy cranium cracked flap footage part 2 splash your dome with snipe lyrics from out the school book depository shook your flauging glory off the glass the globe my dog lobbed for me smoke the grassy knoll inside of vega's for mercy you beg us thinking the dream cast on sega's your spleen last sighted in the grinder none nicer or kinder take this as a unfriendly reminder how the infantile end up suicide synonymous to battle with pen what mortal dares to step foot in the next dimension audio files can't run without the existension exit sessions after mastering ceremonial processions aftermath'll bring a string of consecutive championship rings worth about infinity ding ding ----------------------------------------------------------------------- riding annotated In this sense "riding" refers to having to ride on someone, i.e. piling in a car and going over to bust some shit up. This song takes place after "Dude-Brad" tried to mess with Main Guy and shit breaks down. "Dude-Brad's" parents are out of town so he throws this my-parents-aren't-home-for-the-weekend party. We show up and chaos yadda yadda yadda. The car engine sample and door closing comes from Chris's (Christopher Paul) car from when I was in Miami (uh) for the millennial new year. epyk blessed this track for which we are very grateful, amen. I think somewhere there exists a version of this song with Blunt City rhyming on it but I've never heard it and it sounds like an urban legend to me.