"Stained"  Parental Advisory genre: Rapcore
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	A hip-hop inspired song with the lyrical content ranging from marijuana use to self assertion.
	CD: Empty Your Pockets Credits: Produced by N-GAUGE and Eli Smith in Seattle, WA.
	Story Behind the Song We recorded this song in 2 takes at the Art Institute of Seattle. A friend of ours, Eli Smith needed a band for his recording engineer project and we hooked up. The lyrics were taken from two of Justin's old songs he wrote by himself and added to music written by Shannon. The middle section is a nod to progressive metal bands while the majority of the song is very straight ahead rock/funk with a great groove. Lyrics I'm rhymin' with a style that'll make ya' smile Cause music makes ya' feel good, more than work ever could You put on my tape and ya' play it to escape from the same old shit that eats you up from inside So you try to hide from this mental genocide that's takin' away your soul You'd better take control - and I'll let you know It's your life to do with as you please, so get up off your knees and take a second To reflect on the life you've been leadin' Are you livin' or are you bleedin'? Like a chick in a cheap horror flick, you're runnin' scared makin' it seem like ya' can't stand and fight But how do you wanna' die? Cryin' in fear and fallin' victim to it all...or fightin' back for the motherfuckin' hell of it all?! CHORUS You'll never let me, be what I need to be And you'll never let me, see what I need to see You'll never let me, escape from your hypocrisy You'll never let me let me be free Yo, who's hot? You're not, cause I'm on the top spot My rhymes are makin' all the hunnies hot Yo, sweet like sugar, two time double looka' Ya' can't find your girl cause I took her, the hooker Straight to the top with a beat like a hip-hop Now pick it back up after the 1-2-3 and ya' don't stop - drop - yeah, I'm cleanin' up like a mop That's right, the shit's tight, cause I'm rhymin' all day and all night never rest, second guess who's the best - let's put it to the test You're standin' with the rest while I'm comin' up next - you're standin' there vexed Amazed at my styles and wonderin' at my wiles My shit hits the road and it's pushin' on for miles Ladies linin' up by the piles, just to hear my shit and I'm layin' out fools like kitchen tile REPEAT CHORUS 2x Yes I'm crazy - hazy - I'm white like a daisy Just sit back and allow me to amaze thee Cause I got the brew and you got the weed Ya' comin' to my party, well that's all ya need So take heed, cause I'm takin' the lead Cory's kickin' out a funky beat, I'm bustin' out a phat rhyme I'm on it like a clock - Tick-Tock - onetime And ya don't stop 'til ya d-d-drop Gotta' keep it goin', keep it flowin' - I'm always into knowin' like the wind is to blowin' and the weed is to growin' Take a whiff of the spliff, cause it never caused me grief, talkin about the chronic It's the green gold, that never gets old, but always sold to the masses, who never get off of their asses, then they sit around and complain when their initiative never passes REPEAT CHORUS

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