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released February 4, 2013

Executive Producer: Eddie Logix
All tracks recorded, mixed and mastered by Eddie Logix

Artwork: Nathan Bortz |

Track 1 produced by High Funktose Corn Syrup
Track 2, 4 produced by Dr. B
Track 3 produced by Que-C
Track 5 produced by Eddie Logix |


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Track Name: The Ooze
Everybody's moving on to a different plane
With a host of new faces to greet 'em along the way
And i watch it, watch them with little regard
To the ones that been enriching my life, playing a part
In my evolution to a better being, see
A lot of times i don't want to be me
But I'm gradually overcoming the nastiness of that
Ad-infinitum wishing I could don a different hat
Boy what a shame, that kind of thinking is shrewd
And detrimental to my health, left feeling a fool
But these days, it seems more than ever
It is oh so easy to fall prey to it, really ought to just
Refrain from finding contentment in other skin and just
Retrain my mind and what love I have within, while I'm
Keeping a keen eye on previous trend
Hoping to steer wide and never fall victim again

It's just a little thing
But it's so big to me
Every waking day
Every waking day

It's just a little thing
But it's so big to me
And it won't go away
No, it won't go away

I've let a monitor dictate, my mood, it's a no-go
It's stunting my growth yet it says that I'm social?
Though when i look at the bigger picture, it seems
I dismiss the panorama for the flicker of a screen
I mean, damn, I gotta get out more
'Cause indoors, I expose myself to a downpour
All for nothing important
While these outside sources are doing their best to distort my orbit
..and so it's here I'll breathe
Thin air, time disappear 'round me
I am just a voyeur
Watching friendships fizzle, not doing a damn thing to avoid it
Sickening, I've got to destroy this
Outdated model that has left me voiceless
One day I will, and the weight'll be gone
But some songs, they don't give way to resolve...
Track Name: Old Town (w/ Mic Phelps)
Growin' up in the Yak?
I was blowin' reggies
Me, Heem & Mike -- Mike had the new Chevy
Heem had the van, I was in the Honda
I worked at the Palace, I lived with my momma
Eesha like the Lakers, Heem fuck w/ Kobe
My nigga was T-Mac, no one liked Ginobli
I felt like the mack -- yeah, the macaroni
Now I got my SESAC, corporate don't control me
I come from the Yak, where I lost my homies
And they won't be back, that burns a hole below me
Prisons filled with younger men, who'll never be young again
Cops shot a thug again, another plot is dug again
We are refugees, who dress like kings
And talk like jesters and die from greed
Basketballs bounce like deadbeats
Bloods with red sheets
I feel like I'm dead meat, I can't stay off this red meat

it used to mean so much to me..

Touching down in my old town
Where I grew up, introduced to the buddha
Spending most of the moolah on halluci-
nogenics, after first love turned into first one I made a muse of
It's where I started piecing this together from leaflets
Not vibing with the lessons, rhymes be the obsession
Lunchtime, pavilion sessions and my, peers they be tripping
All kinds of pills are sniffed alongside ignorant shit I
Partook in too much, got to imagine growth was stunted
But you couldn't tell me shit, especially when when I was blunted
And I could never understand
Why you shouldn't fit 9 bodies in a standard sedan
3 in front, 4 in back, 2 in the trunk
Trunk double as a clam bake, nugs and bag shake
The routine was poutine, gravy
But peep it:
I've been calling it my old town for a reason..
Track Name: Coulda Shoulda
All too often i speak fast
To let you know I said some stuff
But too quick for that shit to last

I ramble, knowing time is fleeting

But I oughta breathe a bit
Enjoy the moment 'fore it's passed

Keep it calm and keep it cool, I keep on causing

So much pain to ones I love, what's up with that?

Now I'm doing all I can
To make amends
 and reconfirm I'm worth believing in again

Had my head up to the sky

Heart on the cutting room floor

And all these people wonder why

I lost sight of it all 

It's a struggle

Said it's a struggle for the one that's known to bungle
Sabotage the comfort-able

No religion, but I pray to get my head above the rubble, oh..

Could have had

Could have been

Could have that

Could have this

Should have had

Should have been

Should have that

Should have this

Coulda, Shoulda
Track Name: Beaubien & Park
But I can't
And I won't...

Bunny ears, middle name, spin a bit, mosh pit
Self-proclaimed queen but, only of the awkwardness
I am not comfy though, this ain't why I'm on the road
Only came to spread the word and rhyme in front of..
Whoever wanted what we give
Must've struck a chord, with the aforementioned
Now this sitch has got me
A little bit too much
I mean, it seems I've seen her face in a dream, but shucks
Smoke sauna got me all cloudy
PBR dry got me drowsy
Leaving what's left of my sense lousy
Yo, it better prevail, I'm in no place to derail
Something like 48 hours in a fortnight trail?
Eyyo I gotta calm down and get a hold of myself
Heat of the moment opening something I'd rather conceal
It's evil tugging at my collar, gotta catch my breath
Before she swoops on in, trying to take what's left

Slick floor, confetti, not a bittie, but dig it:
What was seemingly innocent, it became something diff'rent
It's a shame that I feel this incessant need to please
I can't restrain even when it's gonna hurt me
Leaving me estranged -- deservedly so, man
Shit is fucking insane, but my problem and my problem alone
She was realer than me, and she was reeling me in
I sorta felt like a fool, when I was feeling her then
The smart and the pretty, always get to me
I always envision a history
With each and every, each and every, in the past
It's been equal parts beauty and backlash
Leading me to Beaubien & Park
Romanticizing this situation for days that truly tested my guard
And I'm thinking about it a little more than I should
She'll prolly never hear this but if so...
I'm sure we could've got groovy
Woke up in the morning, made you a fruit smoothie
Or listen to your records, drinking coffee like water
Before we headed back to the border, but
It wasn't in the cards, or maybe it was
i just knew the direction that you wanted to move and I wouldn't budge
Now it's Montréal, overcast, catchin' my breath
You almost took it for good, it's probably better that I left..
Track Name: White Knuckles
Why do I find romance in the plane crash?
And why is it that I'm never content?
How can the top of the world not be enough?
Thought I was satiated but my actions called my bluff
Why do I build, just to watch it all burn?
Why do I think I'm exempt from it all?
Why retreat to a notebook
When I could just as easy go ahead and give my Earth a call?

The Ooze, it started when I recorded with Logix
And it was then that it dawned on me it was more than a name
I don't acknowledge when I am at fault and honest-
y's something I need to work on, the past i just cannot change
I wish I could, but the future's all I can monitor--
See, this isn't a quick fix, and right now I'm in the thick of it,
Heart is palpitating out my chest, and I've assessed that I'm corroding, I'm imploding, I'm a mess, and
Outside that loft on Beaubien and Park?
I never would have thought I would make the mistake I did
Because that night I avoided what'd cause me torment
Just to ignore that logic in the end
And now it's crumbling before me
My world, the foundation I built
With the one I thought I'd hold onto through hell and back again
But uh, that's wishful thinking, I wish it was more than that
Unfortunately it isn't, and now I am sinking, fast

Lover to pariah, I'm a fucker, I'm a liar
White knuckles on the wheel, un-buckled, I'm going under
It's a reminder, the plummet, to keep it honest
I wasn't, I'm not the constant I wanted, I broke the promise
And now I'm in open water, and quickly losing my confidence
I just keep plunging farther, but drowning I won't allow it
I gotta stop with these cowardice acts, better take an axe to The Ooze
Because I never want to see it come back