.org produced by .org 01 intro 02 stolen wolf - f. ill ben, king kung fu, samantha, st. pete 03 aplomb - f.king kung fu 04 calibrate - f. king kung fut 05 rashadash - f. king kung fu 06 unhatched interlude 07 double t - f. king kung fu 08 surrepticious - f. st. pete, samantha, king kung fu 09 gross robot birds - f. jargon revolution, king kung fu 10 bonecrusher - f. mr ockers, king kung fu, jargon revolution 11 dementor - f. g.i. pro, ill ben, st. pete, king kung fu 12 animus interlude 13 surface - f. king kung fu 14 dresden - f. jargon revolution, king kung fu, st. pete 15 california law firm 16 someones arm - f. st. pete 17 willie clean - f. king kung fu, g.i. pro, ill ben 18 outro     stolen wolf produced by .org featuring: .org, ill ben, king kung fu, samantha, st. pete .org consecutive execute co-captain crush bone crunch crash ashed mashed moan marsh harsh hash happen apprehend then I remembered the scorpion scorched dismembered dead ember porch crouch behind house ablaze blouse days crowd gigantor gather gravity aptly natural palate map rapid faculty shackle theatrically fact rabid ax bite contrite idle contract able babble hatrick I knock out Patricks block react activity tact gold in munich maroon tunic implode remain Prefontane dane great foul foul fate seek wait great pleased allowed to eat ill ben consecutively hits split and melon kids crews casualty of the thought pattern a matter after the mad hatter cast shadows on the bastard fact is you lost at the cost crossed in the middle of my thought pattern had to get laid down sound of retribution liberate the masses with your small contribution dispute consumerist prostitution mob pollution to the fullest pull it hold it bowl swollen open hole exposed your open wounded soul nobody knows like me though we hold things that don't really mean shit seemingly in a weed fix sticky state of stagnation do what is required get all high and live wired off a copper tap S.O.S.. best if you just disappear and reappear as a weird fear issue stomped out by cult television but everything's dull now at intermission mingling with midgets magically majestically remember dreamscapes with scorpions king kung fu consecutive elections ruined threw in a slew of profanities at the fucking conclusion god damn logical solutions political pollution rationale of who's sane refrain push the name of the same Bush Bushwacker putz what's the game for live up to war run of the mill killer silly hillbilly cracker Texas ranger revenge cyclonic competition step back and see the actual repetition branching fractals wrapping backwoods then I remembered the scorpion I've said what I've said and I'll say it again relate the same words in the power of 10 the same as the stars the same as my friends the same sorta shit going down with the sound pound the ground round red velvet other brother dimensions radio wave send forest but trees I can't see thoughts consequential to decisions decreed energy in masses time C squared ill prepared rope climb classes faired eradication if invasion for mentality impaired samantha consecutively distressed taking breaths closing eyes for rest highest on the curve of the test questions left me mocked inflictions raised my voice like if I even had a choice to rejoice raise the vocals on my voice so can you hear me now on some Dr Suess shit like near or far I'm in the drivers seat without a car this song doesn't even have a legitimate bar sorry for the confusion trying to create an intelligent solution no I'm not even trying at all trying to prolong the nastiness trying to stall I wish I had some money to buy some jeans at the mall if I had a cell phone I'd give you a call just another pumpkin in the patch if I was an egg I'd probably hatch sorry no thought required if I was a cab I wouldn't even be hired st. pete consecutively kill cats I love hip hop not rap you don't know shit about that flip fat hit mat like James said get back your shit's in need of a tic tac hit that naw kid quick snap I'm a gold watch you're a nic sack I smoke trees not cric-crack you're just wic-wack know when to say when quit before you begin cause it ain't happening the crowd ain't clappening you're in need of some rearrangements trying to hard to be famous acting quite shameless yo you're the lamest physical containments couldn't hold your ego oh no let go my Eggo then I remembered the scorpion gouging my fork within I'll snort your kin a 4th it's been more then men scored a 10 a morbid sin I poured it in a quart of gin then began to robot blow snot at those who grow pot yo blood clot boti boi Iím a rotting toy a demented boy who prefers his milk from soy take away my joy and I'll take away your testicles ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- stolen wolf annotated The reason this songís called "stolen wolf"is because the sample I took to make the beat, the main sample, sounded to me like peter and the wolf. It is not. It's from Carmen, one of the freshest operas. I hope the Carmen heirs don't try to sue me for sampling and try to take the zero dollars I've ever made off this cd (I wouldn't even hire an attorney, I'd represent myself as Blake O'Hara, my lawyer alter ego) In addition to that wolf correlation, the title references steppenwolf, that book by Hesse that I was talking about (remember?). Lines: "Then I remembered the scorpion"is from Steppenwolf. I just thought it was cool, wrote it in my lil'notebook and blamo, the hot shit. "I knock out Patricks" in my verse is based on this dude, named Patrick, who I went to college with who I didnít like, hence the whole getting-knocked-out reference "just another pumpkin in the patch"- in samantha's verse is from when we were writing to the beat and hanging out, ill ben decared that samantha was just another pumpkin in the patch based on her and her siblings nicknames, which were all "pumpkin". "I'm a gold watch your a nic-sack" in st. peteyís verse. Ill ben came up with this one too, also while we were writing. I think he was insulting me at the time. King Kung fu's shit about Bush jr predates the second gulf war, murlot was calling out how little Bush would try to pick a fight with Saddam. Once again I mention Prefontaine, the dead runner guy. Iíve seen both the movies and heís an ok guy but I more liked the previews where Jordan Catalano, who played Prefontaine, says, "I'm not thinking about this next race, I'm thinking about gold in Munich". I thought that was funny.