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1. |
Intro
02:12
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"Yo, it’s J-R3MI.
I wanna start this album off with a bit of an introduction on how this project was made. It started back in my sophomore year of college, when I was having some doubts about being in college and with my planned major in art. That didn’t end up working out, and I ended up switching my major to creative writing, partly to do what I’m doing right now. Anyway, uh, one day, my buddy Chris, who went to high school with me and at this time was producing, sent me a beat called “Better Than Ever,” and the rest is history. Now, here we are together, with him executive producing the entire project.
It’s been a long road, and a lot’s changed. Some people who were with us when we started this journey aren’t here anymore. And we’ve made some new friends along the way.
Near the end of my class’ college journey, COVID came and ruined some of our plans including graduation, but we still did the thing. Some of us walked across stage that following year; some of us didn’t.
But we got through it, and now we’re all doing great big things. Well maybe not big things, and maybe not all of us, but that’s okay too. All in due time. Either way, we’re living life, and like my journey making this album and throughout college, it has its ups and downs. We just gotta get through those slumps, so we can enjoy those highs.
I hope you all are doing well and living in one of those bright parts of your life right now. If not, I hope this can help in some small way.
Thank you for coming on this journey with me, and thank you to whoever has supported me throughout my rap career so far. I hope you’ve enjoyed everything I’ve put out before, and I hope you all enjoy this!
Let’s get it!"
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2. |
Better Than Ever
03:12
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Hook:
Better than ever, can’t fuck with us never,
So fuck what you said, bitch, we’re making this cheddar.
Better than ever, can’t fuck with us never;
We’re grinding all day and no matter the weather.
Verse 1:
Davis, C-jos, we in this bitch to fuckin’ teach hoes
Not to fuck with CBJ Beatz or J.E.B.
When he preaches his rap shit.
He speaks it in speeches.
We reach for the top but never stop.
What the fuck you thought?
That we’d settle for the best?
Nah, man, we gotta get beyond it.
We see a fat ass, we gotta get behind it
And fuck that quick all night long.
You thought if I’d attempt this, I would write this wrong?
You dead wrong, and this a HOT-ass song,
But then again, so is all them that I be on
‘Cause I’m a master at my craft,
And I have been since I started rappin’.
I’m crappin’ on all the rappers that are out right now.
If you ask me how I write this power,
I’m not gonna relegate, just gonna demonstrate
With these last two bars. How far will we make it?
Enough to scar people left and right.
And that’s exactly how we’re gonna end this fight.
Hook:
(‘Cause we’re) better than ever, can’t fuck with us never,
So fuck what you said, bitch, we’re making this cheddar.
Better than ever, can’t fuck with us never;
We’re grinding all day and no matter the weather.
Verse 2:
Yo, I’m better than I ever was. I’m buzzed to the beat,
In the back seat bumpin’ everything that functions
To stimulate my mind, so I write rhymes.
Always on the grind to find the right words, mix together.
Switch shifts, for whether or not
I make it in this game, it’s my passion.
I’m passionate about this rappin’.
I’m graspin’ if packin’ up my bags
And leavin’ Knox is a valid option,
But pursuing dreams is a risky thought. If
I attempt it, and it don’t pan out,
I’m fucked for life, but this college strife
Sometimes seems for nothing but a waste of time
And my money. It’s kinda funny
‘Cause it’s s’posed to prepare us for the outside world,
But it feels more like a shield from it.
I feel like when I leave, I’ll plummet
Straight into debt that I can’t repay,
So I might as well pave the way
For myself in this music by quittin’ school
And usin’ all my time to fuel
These bars in my head, so I can start pennin’ them instead
Of randumb assignments that I’ll never even see again.
I need a friend to give me advice.
What should I do to proceed with life?
Keep writin’ rhymes or stay in school?
Maybe find a way to do both and rule
Academically and lyrically. One thing that I know for sure,
This rap game will never find a way
To get rid of me. I’m here to stay,
Keep rapping and hopefully soon, it’ll be every day.
What more can I say? I don’t EVER play
When it comes to the shit I care about so dearly.
I increase my output yearly. Sincerely,
A self-made rapper by the name of
J.E.B. The Master MC.
I’m signin’ out, but I won’t be gone for long.
And if you don’t think I’m worth shit, bitch, you are wrong!
Hook:
(‘Cause I’m) better than ever, can’t fuck with me never,
So fuck what you said, bitch, I’m making this cheddar.
Better than ever, can’t fuck with me never;
I’m grinding all day and no matter the weather.
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3. |
Can't Stop Mentality
02:46
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Step in my shoes, and you’ll know what I feel
When I’m feeling like a bitch-ass friend,
But my bitch-ass friend IS a bitch,
And I didn’t do shit to his ass.
I’ma pass on his offering to redeem himself
‘Cause I already gave him a second chance,
But he laughed it off, and I scoff at his fake-ass,
Clown-ass ways. Today’s the day that I may make
An enemy out of a former friend.
Fuck that bitch, though, there is no end
To his shit, so I’m over it.
Get the fuck out my face when I see your face,
Or I may just fuck it up. You act so tough,
But you ain’t shit. Pussy-ass bitches
Get hit with fists. Let me see what you’re made of.
I’m made of bricks. I’m unbreakable.
Now take this shit.
And no disrespect to my homie Juan,
But if you back his ass up, I’ma fuckin’ bomb
Both you bastards. It’s the wrath of God.
If he’s King Kong, then I’m Godzilla.
A real killer, a fire spitter.
I’ll ignite a bigger dude than me,
Make him lose some weight. Now wait, let’s see
How many years it’ll take. Infinite.
But I’m infinitely me, and that’s definitely great.
When you’re expectin’ handouts from your friends
But don’t return shit, that’s what happens:
You’ll go back home empty-handed,
Lookin’ like a bandit who got back-handed.
You gotta be a friend to receive my friendship
And earn respect. You better count your blessings
And learn respect. Don’t expect no mercy
And don’t forget your own mistakes.
You misplace your judgement in every way.
Think before the shit you say.
Then maybe you won’t get dissed today.
I can’t stop, won’t stop when I gotta show what’s
On my mind and in my heart.
This so-called friendship was torn apart
By your selfish attitude. You lack a clue
On what you do and the way you do it.
Yet you wonder why all the relationships you have are ruined.
I’m telling you why. You’re the problem.
Now stop projectin’ and start to solve ‘em.
Fix yourself or be depressed as hell.
Admit your failures or get hit, impaled.
I don’t give a fuck if I go to jail.
I’ll beat your ass, even get expelled
If you disrespect my name again and again.
Man, this ain’t a game, and I’ll pay the pain
If that’s what it takes. I’ll bake yo’ ass upon the page.
But if you wanna be a bitch, then it’s war we’ll wage.
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4. |
Home
03:46
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Verse 1:
The hardest part ‘bout leavin’ home is leavin’ home,
Which constitutes my mother and my sisters,
Even mister Jameson and his kids,
And my cats. My little cousins growin’
Up so fast. Life flashes before my eyes.
I’m like, “Why is this there? What is that?”
So much is different when I get back
To my crib, but the one thing that is constant
Is Marilyn, Mellanie, Yolanda Marie, and Leti,
Lalo, Mikey, and Jaime. My family.
That is home, and it’s so tough
To leave them for three whole months
At a time, but meanwhile, I’ll spit a rhyme
To hold me over ‘til I return to my
Hook:
Home is where I want to be,
But family is it, and we’re split
One-hundred ninety-three miles apart,
And it’s so hard to do
Every time I have to go to school,
But it, it must be done, so…
Home is where I want to be,
But family is it, and we’re split
One-hundred ninety-three miles apart,
And it’s so hard to do.
Verse 2:
I only talk to my mother twice
In a two-weeks’ span of time
‘Cause it hurts me. Every line
That I say only reminds
Me of where I’m not, who not with,
And I visit less. I get depressed
When I leave home after Winter Break.
I’m filled with pain: homesickness.
That’s why I stay on campus
All through the term. Benefits me to unlearn
What I left. It cools the burn
To not think of my family when we’re separate.
It sucks when I go to Chicago, but not home
‘Cause it floods the gates of my memory,
And it taints it. Jeremy
Bridge:
(Is) Oh so close but, oh so far.
I don’t know why I don’t own a car.
It would make it so much easier
To get from here, there, anywhere when I yearn
Hook:
Home is where I want to be,
But family is it, and we’re split
One-hundred ninety-three miles apart,
And it’s so hard to do.
Verse 3:
When I’m not at home, I’m blinded
To all these problems, these issues
That my cousins are going through
When they misuse all types of drugs.
Little junior’s getting faded. There’s hate in
His soul. He’s been suffering so long;
He prolongs his smoke. I just woke up,
Don’t know what’s goin’ on at home.
And my older one’s an addict now,
Takin’ this and that and wonderin’ how
Far he can go to expand his mind,
Experimental or mentally broke?
Either way, messin’ wit’ drugs ain’t a joke.
I just hope you are both safe. It’s okay
To seek help. If you need to, then tell
Somebody what you’re goin’ through, and hell,
Just know that I love you both, wish you well.
I just wish I can be there, truly knew what you felt.
Hook:
Home is where I want to be,
But family is it, and we’re split
One-hundred ninety-three miles apart,
And it’s so hard to do.
Verse 4:
Being at Knox keeps me up,
Thinking about the time I lost
With my family. Priscilla’s
Daughter doesn’t even know her uncle
Jeremy. “Where’s he been all this time?”
Getting my upper education. I’m ashamed when
These questions asked. It’s my task
That she learns exactly who I am
When I return to my fam.
In my hands, I will grasp
Baby Elva. Forever shelter
All of my family under this roof.
This the proof that I give to you.
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Vacation
02:32
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Verse 1
Summer vacatin’. I’m stayin’ faded
All day when it’s an edible in the mouth.
I pop green gummies, act funny,
Spendin’ fast money on gas, homie.
Classic raps only in car cruises past dummies,
Little blue bags and maps in hand,
Wond’ring why this kid is wobblin’.
It’s ‘cause I’m high, fuzzy mind,
Buzzed in the Niagara Falls.
Something ain’t right with me.
I’m losing sight, heavy eyelids. I get
Slumped as fuck.
I’m trippin’ when I’m shittin’, and I’m
Gettin’ hit by this water that is drippin’ from that
Mist from one of six of nature’s wonders of the world,
And we’re super lit, off-script, ah shit.
This is the best and the worst birthday I’ve ever had, and
I feel like a man on the moon, I’m bouncin’.
I’m walkin’, but I ain’t fuckin’ movin’. Losin’
Time and balance. I need some ice and nappin’.
Not even Baskin has it. I guess I has to pass it.
I need some water to cool off. Alright, I’ll trade Canadan.
Get back to my camp and then Crash like Bandicoot.
Hook
School’s out. Summer’s in.
I’m having fun. I’m still a kid.
Vacation.
Verse 2
Now I’m New York hangin’.
I’m makin’ bangers and takin’ in
All the sights and smells all around.
City lights in a big rich town
Of towers. Empire State of Mind
And Chrysler Building shinin’.
I’m rhymin’ tight in Central Park,
Sparkin’ fires. Takin’ marks.
I’m inspired, makin’ art.
That’s some smart shit.
On the bridge where Peter Parker
Got his heart ripped apart when
Him and Mary Jane done departed.
Eatin’ New York Style pizza from the cart men.
Now I’m island-hoppin’;
I ain’t poppin’ pills.
On Liberty Land, and I am actin’ chill.
Coney Island coastin’, fuckin’ token deals.
On the Thunderbolt coaster, and I am pukin’ meals.
I missed the Cyclone, though.
I got that by photo.
I’m on that Brooklyn road.
I passed through twice solo.
I went to two boroughs; I need two more
to know
All of NYC. I need the Bronx and Queens.
Alright, I’m out this bitch and back to my crib.
Hook
And that’s Vacation.
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6. |
Boxes (interlude)
01:34
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I’m boxed in.
I’m caught in a
Web of nonsense.
It’s often I
Feel I’m not shit.
Hip-hop is the only thing I got.
Don’t give a fuck ‘bout my options,
As long as I’m killin’ beats and boppin’. (Uh, yeah)
(I said killin’ beats and boppin’.)
Sick of the life that I’m livin’, but not switchin’ it up.
Givin’ a fuck about a minimal buck.
I wager that’s only half of my luck,
Trapped in a cage, shackled in rage with the weight of a truck
Upon my shoulders. Fuck with me; I’m colder
Than any iced-up prick who thinks they’re bolder.
Hold up. Fold up the chair, homie, you know what’s
About to happen. I’m snappin’ the necks of jokers.
I don’t fuck with clowns. I just roll up to the pound,
Snatch the crown off the biggest dog in hold-up.
Off the leash, I’m king-speakin’ belief.
Max capacity, I’m gonna reach.
Upward climb. The peak is in my sights.
Write rhymes and speak what’s on my mind
Tough times won’t hold me back from shinin’.
I’m a motherfuckin’ knight,
Best believe I am ridin’ my horse into the sunset,
A four-door Porsche. If I fall, then I’ll get up quick.
There ain’t nothin’ I can’t do ‘cause winnin’ is my function.
I was born to run shit.
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Chorus:
Firefox of Knox College.
I’m the mascot, and I do this when I can.
And the name is Blaze;
I ain’t takin’ names. Where my fans at?
Verse 1:
Blaze a trail of success on the path to winnin’.
Waggin’ my tail and lightin’ up the prairie in flames.
I’m a firefox feedin’ on and chasin’ my prey.
And I’ma catch that rabbit ‘cause the match is lit.
It’s a habit of mine to satisfy my hunger, and my thirst to quench.
Don’t mean to burst your bubble,
But you ain’t the first to shit.
We the dream team ‘cause we steam things.
Our enemies... get...
Burned alive and turned to mush.
What you learned is wise,
And you yearn to push yourself beyond all boundaries.
Don’t hold yourself back. Reign supreme.
I’m a reynad, and I gain mad skills
After suffering pain from my failures.
But that’s a lesson taught. Then I bounce right back.
I fell but I caught myself, and now I spit this rap.
I bring the heat. That’s smoke from the ash that’s smoldering.
Ring the alarm or sound the bell.
Sing along, and rise yourself from the depths of hell.
You can do what you set your mind to, and if you work at it, you can do it well.
Chorus:
Firefox of Knox College.
I’m the mascot, and I do this when I can. And the name is Blaze;
I ain’t takin’ names.
(Next up is Comfort Lord!)
Verse 2 [Comfort Lord]:
Blaze, yeah my fire blaze,
Yeah my fire blaze.
(I said) blaze, yeah my fire blaze,
Yeah my fire blaze.
Rubble into diamonds, I know that I can.
Struggle into writings; I know who I am.
Let’s get it, comfy up. Just livin’ ain’t enough. (Nope)
I gotta feel alive. (Feel alive, feel alive)
Okay, when I hit ‘em with this never-bitten style.
What this for, it’s forbidden to be kiddin’ with the kid,
Young Buddha do this shit like a laxative. Comfort Lord relax and then
Raps, just flow like a river, send the shivers through my quiver,
Quicker than an archer with farther aim than Legolas.
The accuracy immaculately illuminate a flamin’ arrow flyin’ straight.
Feel the heat of the smoke,
Smoke of the heat.
I’ma be on fire if we playin’ for keeps.
(Blaze, yeah my fire blaze,
Yeah my fire blaze.
(I said) blaze, yeah my fire blaze,
Yeah my fire blaze.)
Chorus:
Firefox of Knox College.
I’m the mascot, and I do this when I can. And the name is Blaze;
I ain’t takin’ names. I just...
Verse 3:
Attack the beat when I came on in.
Catastrophe with the pain on ten.
These sparks are flyin’. These embers are gold.
Ignite with the fluid. I’ma wear that bold
Purple “K” ‘cause I’m the king. That’s royalty.
Now where’s my queen? My vixen mama.
Transfixed with astonishment. She a foxy chick. Yeah.
I’m sick with the thoughts. Impossible to stop.
I’m a dog off his leash. I’m a beast uncaged
Who’s been enraged his whole entire life,
Explode just like a volcano with the magma strike.
Combust with eruption, the lava might
Melt your skin to the fourth degree,
Boiling your whole bloodstream.
I’m solar with this shit; I’m a ball of flames.
I never play games. I’ma scar your face.
I’ll roast your insides. I’ll toast your brain.
I’ll vaporize you like I’m Lucifer.
With this conflagration, I’m nuclear.
With the snap of my fingers, you loosen your
Bonds, and you turn to ash.
My inferno is infinite, but you’re in the past.
Chorus:
Firefox of Knox College.
I’m the mascot, and I do this when I can.
And the name is Blaze;
I ain’t takin’ names. Past that.
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8. |
Introspection
02:56
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Verse 1:
Bottom of the barrel. The bucket don’t want to fill.
But I’m on the come up, so I say fuck it and kill
What I put my mind to, and I write to myself
Before I put it on the mic, and I spill
My guts on the page, rip it up before I say
I’m a man who’s trapped in-side of his own brain. This is my hell.
Welcome to my world.
Let me give you a tour; it’s a whirlwind I swirl.
Hook:
Trapped in my brain,
Feelin’ my pain.
I try to let go,
But I don’t know.
(I don’t know, man)
Verse 2:
I’m filled with doubts. I re-route the route that I take.
I trace the roots of my pain to my heart and my brain.
I think and feel too much; I need a change to the pace
On the road I’m windin’ down. Gotta step on the brakes.
I’m a walking contradiction. I’m a fiction who fakes
His confidence like counterfeits. Amount to shit, but I say
I’m a beast. I’m just a dog on his leash.
Gotta release myself to be free,
See a preacher to be
More in line with myself and to summon my chi.
Pray to Jesus Christ that I find balance in life.
That’s what I need for the peace.
But can I reach it in time?
Become the wise man before I shut both my eyes, lay down and die?
I don’t know if I might,
So I lie down and cry myself to sleep at night,
Thinkin’ about my plight.
I’m a blight to myself.
It’s a sight to be held.
I’m one of a kind but too many things at once, all trapped in a shell.
I need to crack it and tell
The little kid inside to rise from his hell,
Spread his wings and fly right offa the shelf.
Hook:
(I’m) trapped in my brain.
(I’m) feelin’ my pain.
I try to let go,
But I don’t know.
Verse 3:
So I do what I think will help me outta this place.
I talk to people I trust and put my pen to the page.
I try to change what I can; I’m startin’ small, but I may
Grow into a better me,
Drop bad habits and gain
A healthier lifestyle,
Ease these thoughts and the strain.
Lift this weight off my shoulders,
Feelin’ free as a crane.
I take this leap of faith
And tell myself it’s okay,
Feel this way on dark days,
Then return to the rays.
Gotta look on the bright side
And remember my name.
I’m the Master MC. Call me J-R3MI.
I’m proud of who I am,
And that’s an easy task when I got my man (Half Note On Tha Track)
To spit these muthafuckin’ raps to.
Lay the beat to rest and let the fans do the rest.
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9. |
Air Force 1s
03:27
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(Ah shit, you fucking snapped on this one!)
[Aye, Half Note, where you at, bro?]
(I’m ‘bout to kill this shit. You ain’t ready.)
Verse 1:
Got a bad bitch, and we’re gettin’ faded.
Pull out the laces, Air Force 1s,
Kick off my shoes when she flips her tongue.
Gettin’ head on a bunk bed, I’m so sprung.
I call it high top. Hers low cut.
Her bust hangin’ out like a victim’s guts.
We’re fuckin’ filthy; let’s clean up.
First I gotta get mine; let me cum.
Chorus:
My Air Force 1s,
Man, they crisp as fuck.
I got that white strap on it
And my pistol tucked.
If you try to cop them, you gonna get shot up.
(B-b-b-) back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk.
Verse 2:
I am a pilot, and I be fly in
The skies just like when
(I’m) droppin’ bombs from a plane up high.
This a dog fight, bitch, and I got that bite.
What I lack in size, I make up with might.
You can knock me down, but I’ll get up fine.
When I’m on mics, they tend to ignite.
It must just be my fuel line. I am going Mach 5.
Too quick. I’m a nuisance.
Got the booth lit. Truth spit.
Droppin’ deuces on these “cool” kids.
Tried to bite my style, got they tooth chipped.
Motherfuckers soft as fuck like cool whip.
Who quit? You did.
Got the beat on blast. Half Note just boosted.
Boom bap rap is back.
No more fuckin’ wack
Shit. If you bring that,
You will get back-hand smacked
By both of my palms with money stacks.
I’ll blast you to the past. In fact, let’s flash
-Back to the time KRS-One attacked.
Don’t skip class, philosophy raps.
Chorus:
My Air Force 1s,
Man, they crisp as fuck.
I got that white strap on it
And my pistol tucked.
If you try to cop them, you gonna get shot up.
(B-b-b-) back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk.
Verse 3:
I’m an airbender, forceful offender.
One-time cash spender.
I’ll lend my hand to the dark empire.
You my son if you rep Jedi.
The sith are sick as fuck.
When the lightning strike, it’s best to duck.
I’m an avatar of darkness,
Death incarnate. Rip apart this
Fuckin’ harmless bitch who starts shit.
Leave him armless. Shit on Marcus,
Piss on carcass; leave it tarnished.
Say I’m heartless, lack catharsis.
Claim I suck; I’ll win regardless.
I’m a Martian. Earth’s my target, bitch.
Kick up dust; the dirt is mine.
Spit fire on a verse from the very first line.
Drip drop when I rip shop.
This is tip-top hip-hop shit.
Don’t trip on your flip-flops or
Slip on piss with Timbs on. (Nah)
Call me Aang ‘cause I do my thang.
I do not hang with cocaine slangers.
I make bangers. Kurt Cobain.
I am J- ‘cause that’s the name,
With the R3 aM Insane.
I’m off the chain just like Great Danes.
You think I’m playin’, David Blaine.
Acid rain is what I spray,
Live and direct from the brain.
Wack’s exactly what I ain’t.
Chorus:
My Air Force 1s,
Man, they crisp as fuck.
I got that white strap on it
And my pistol tucked.
If you try to cop them, you gonna get shot up.
(B-b-b-) back the fuck up before you scuff mine, punk.
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10. |
Flunk
03:16
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(Flunk Day, yeah, it’s Flunk Day!)
[Woo! Flunk Day!]
“Yo Jeremy, it’s Flunk Day. Wake the fuck up, man.”
Verse 1:
(Ugh) What the FUCK, man,
I’m tryna sleep. (I’m tryna sleep!)
And honestly, it’s fine with me (Leave me alone)
If you go ahead. Just let me be. (Let me be)
I’ll catch up with you in a minute.
When I do the damn relay, I’ll win it.
(Winnin’ at everything; everything, I’m winnin’ at)
That’s the sound of me sleepin’.
Please just let me just sleep in.
I am deep in my thoughts.
I’m dreamin’ ‘bout what I lost.
Oh wait, I didn’t lose shit.
‘Cause I am winnin’ at all and everything that I did.
(Oh yeah, oh yeahhh)
I’m awake now.
Wait, how the fuck did I miss the
Break down of events?
I’m a pirate with a bandana on my face.
Hook:
Flunk, outta bounds.
Big titties out.
Get litty now,
Sip fifty ounce.
Rich city town.
Bitch, quit it out.
Get in the house.
Throw in the towel.
Verse 2:
All these bitches drunk all around me.
They rowdy.
I think I’m on my own; my roommate’s nowhere to be found. He’s
Gettin’ high up in the sky
With these stoners right
Where I cannot find.
He’s outta sight.
I guess I’ll just go down zip line.
Or slip-n-slide and bust my shit. (Oh, shit!)
But I’ll be fine. (Why?)
‘Cause I’m a tough kid, but I’m not to be fucked with.
So you won’t wanna upset me up on some dumb shit.
Best believe we’re flunkin’.
Bridge:
‘Cause we didn’t study, but I’m here with my buddies. (Chillin’)
Oh shit, why are we muddy? Did it get really ugly?
I think that shit got bloody.
I think we got in a tussle with Russell and all his uncles.
(Damn. That makes sense.)
Hook:
Flunk, outta bounds.
Big titties out.
Get litty now,
Sip fifty ounce.
Rich city town.
Bitch, quit it out.
Get in the house.
Throw in the towel. (You’re drunk)
Outro:
So Flunk Day is a day on campus in our Spring term when all classes are cancelled, and it’s basically just like a field day.
And, you know, it’s always themed, usually based off of movies.
My first one, my freshman year, was called “Pirates of the Flunk,” like Pirates of the Caribbean, and that shit was fun as hell!
They gave us like these bandanas and shit.
Uh, my second year, it was “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Flunktory;” they gave out chocolates and stuff like that.
The third year, I don’t even remember it ‘cause it got rained on that year, which is kinda fitting ‘cause it was called “Flunkin’ Under the Sea,” but I didn’t really do much.
And then my senior year, unfortunately, it was COVID, so they had to do this virtual thing for the week, but I still made the most of it, and it was pretty fun.
But, that’s Flunk Day.
I hope you guys all enjoyed!
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Outro
03:29
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Intro:
Class of 2020, where you at?
We made it.
Acknowledgements:
I want to use this last track to shout out everybody who made an impact on my college life and experiences, whether that was big or small,
Starting with my big sister, Marilyn Barnes, who showed me the ropes my Freshman year; I love you.
And my friends,
Gloria Ponce and
Juan Soto, who came with me from Chicago Bulls College Prep.
My new friends,
Aby Romo,
Gao Yee Yang,
Tresa James,
Leah Rymer,
Judith Espinoza,
Fernando Guerrero,
Bob, also known as Tuan Nguyen, and Q.
Arsalan, I remember you went to see “Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol. 2” with us.
I want to shout out my advisor Sherwood Kiraly,
My Professors, including
My minor advisor Emily Anderson,
The English Department Head during my time at Knox, Monica Berlin (R.I.P.),
Chad Simpson,
Rob Smith,
and Lucas Wood, my Voice Class professor.
I also want to shout out my TRIO fam,
Including my TRIO advisor Risa Lopez,
Laura Bush,
and Charles Gomez (RIP),
And all my TRIO peers.
I want to shout out my mailroom boss, Sherrill Zaric,
And all my mailroom friends,
Sonam Tsering,
Kobe Carreno and Briana Quintana-Barajas (congratulations to you two on getting engaged, by the way),
Chuy Flores,
Kenna Bell,
Bill Tate,
Bryan Diaz,
Jacqui Tousley,
Karina Khanna,
Nelson Zhong,
and Gavin Douglas.
I also want to shout out Bren Tooley for helping me get to Italy for study abroad; that was a great experience, one of the best in my entire life.
I also want to shout out everybody that participated in I-Fair with me the 2 times I did it.
Rafael Cho, Milo Camaya, and James Stratton, who recorded a few of my songs while I was at school.
And of course, everybody who was in any way a part of the making of this album, including Jeremiah Horton, who was gracious enough to do a feature as Comfort Lord on “Blaze,”
Shebaz Chowdhury (RIP); he produced the intro track,
My cousin, Jaime Meraz, who produced “Boxes,” and my other cousin, Daisy Gonzalez (RIP), for recording the original version of “Vacation” with me when I first wrote it; I love you both. You’ve always been a big part of my music career.
And, of course, to Half Note, who helped get me through college by collaborating with me on all these songs, sending me his beats, inspiring me with his music. For real though, like, thank you.
Thank you all!
Now go out and spread your light in the world!
(Peace, I love you!)
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J-RƎMI Chicago, Illinois
Rapper/songwriter from the southwest side of Chicago.
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