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As The Crow Flies

by Abstract Artform

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Things Ain’t What They Used To Be CHORUS Things ain’t what they used to be (And I know) this ain’t what I used to think (And I know) I should probably get used to it ‘Cuz most these other rappers on some useless shit VERSE ONE Tough gig Rappin’ where I live My Booking agency Most of the talent strips Real talk Superb Entertainment Look em up Need dancers? Call my booking agent No major labels No support nationally I think the Universal rep Is really just an answering machine Self-managed Self-handled Gig swap Self-made Self-released Nobody from nowhere Still trying to make it Despite what they say to me Small bowl Big fish Just my mentality Rip or Rob Don’t know which that makes me Pick your Van Winkle Still chasing the dream Take me as I is And I don’t need the biz The so called industry Ain’t given me shit So I’m still causing noise Break out from the down low Hustling my life Through some downloads CHORUS Things ain’t what they used to be (And I know) this ain’t what I used to think (And I know) I should probably get used to it ‘Cuz most these other rappers on some useless shit VERSE TWO Doing festivals Travelling the atlas Trying to figure out Where the rap fans went Network Politicin’ Almost been ripped off By my favourite Artist in the business Water under bridges What’s done is done Learned my lessons Now I guess I know who to trust No one David Duchovny No more Mr. Nice Guy Its about to get ugly Hip-Hop’s John Wayne Or Wayne Rostad Take off out west I’m on the road again Yelling “I Am Canadian” Top of my lungs Giving everything Every time It’s all that I’ve got And If you listen I mean really listen I want you to know That you’re the reason That I’m still going Making music I love Despite an industry That’s a million to one
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The Hitchhiker ft. Rambling Dan Frechette & D-Sisive Written by: S. Malcolmson & D. Christoff Composed by: A. Kilgour Guitar: Dan Frechette CHORUS Until I find my way home Imma walk this highway VERSE ONE I was born no good Born thick-skinned George Thorogood Ever since I was a kid Kept moving Never really fit in Just get settled And it would change again Nada Surf Never was popular Wasn’t trendy Baggy pants And a bad shirt The type of kid On everyone’s shit list Wasn’t in the “in” crowd Last man picked Pack up again On to the next place On to the next one On to the next page Story of the life As I search for the light Find my place in the hype as I walk through the night That’s how the man roll Always been SAMCRO Old man Nomad Travelling the back road Hitchhike soul Need a lift Ride home Flip my thumb Imma get my own CHORUS Until I find my way home Imma walk this highway VERSE TWO Daddy told Derek Get a backup plan And he said… “I don’t plan to stand in the background…Dad” Skills pay when you’re ill The Canadian scene’s Been waiting for me But boy was I wrong ‘Cuz a boy with a song Is a ghost in a hunted Home alone Without no one to haunt You’re only as dope as your co-sign And I had no dotted line And no dry Ink scribbled signatures A dope rhyme don’t mean shit Sans image Your music is mute If the wardrobe on your back whispers Imma walk this road with a cardboard sign And hope I get offered a ride And if I don’t get no ride Imma walk this road With the ones who’ve been walking beside …Jones Until I find my way home Imma walk this highway
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released July 5, 2013

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