Gemini Pirate

by Kyle Young

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Hook: To all my rugged motherfuckers with no fears spending whole years, trying to go there say oh yeah (oh yeah) say oh yeah (oh yeah) To all my stoners and loners from here to California from homes to the corners Corollas to ‘Rovers say oh yeah (oh yeah) say oh yeah (oh yeah) Verse 1: uh, split it up, lit it up, to get a rush nigga fuck yo opinion a chump you a minion despicable, pitiful, wishing to get rid of you a lion when I’m rhyming you couldn’t get this in a zoo never have it tinted blue read up on the topic pressure build up in a booth head is like a rocket bet that I get it popping rest of those niggas watching it’s regular I’m deading ya best is hows its often restings for the coffin I’m healthy next wealthy came in all black nigga bombing as I’m stealthy ganja got me melting powerful as hell tree there ain’t a god damn thang you could tell me Hook: To all my rugged motherfuckers with no fears spending whole years, trying to go there say oh yeah (oh yeah) say oh yeah (oh yeah) To all my stoners and loners from here to California from homes to the corners Corollas to ‘Rovers say oh yeah (oh yeah) say oh yeah (oh yeah) Verse 2: I’m a pirate what the hell that mean? it means I don’t give a fuck inhale that tree coca cola, ice, rum spice got me feeling dumb nice fun nights, boom to the bap on a blunt ride jewels and a cap vans, jeans fit me just right dudes acting whack get beaten, till their bloods right there up on the concrete niggas never saw me goons for the dirty didn’t need to call them loyalty, stronger than the bond of any family advantage as a youth, jealous mans can’t hardly stand me damn free, slavery, will never take a day from me pray for me, endangered ‘cause I’m great and say crazy things Hook: To all my rugged motherfuckers with no fears spending whole years, trying to go there say oh yeah (oh yeah) say oh yeah (oh yeah) To all my stoners and loners from here to California from homes to the corners Corollas to ‘Rovers say oh yeah (oh yeah) say oh yeah (oh yeah) Verse 3 (Bridge) (2x): Shout out to all my niggas that be holding it down fuck you to all the niggas that don’t want me around bow down to all the simples think they holding a crown love you to all the village out promoting the sound
2.
Back Burner 02:57
Verse 1: I'm eating rappers like it’s dinner for a slave No stealing chickens so I've never been afraid Now this that undeniable thunder fire flow Punch you while my eyes are closed plucking down the highest folks Jungle in some lion clothes, tumbled then I eyed her phone luckily she like to bone, fucking in a private zone blunted up or pirate cone, she sucking as she drive me home her bucket got a tire blown, hunting for a Firestone filthy wishin for riches, killing industry niggas appealing millions of bitches, don’t deal with envious snitches don’t got a job, but I still get by ain’t got a dime, but I still get high uh, ain’t dapper Don, but I still stay fly uh, you got a prob’, need to chill home boy innovative, independent, indecisive, intermission intercourse, with interesting women who love it in their cores this beat ain’t mine it’s yours, you feel it in your pores it reaches deep, fries, shorts, and then the heat absorbs your head just starts knockin, dead is just not an option im like a red toxin, and like im bred oxen since im the best talkin, niggas could get to walking my many skills will give you thoughts like forget Hopsin, Boston, Massachusetts got a problem child he smoke drink cuss and fight and they call him Kyle mean dude when you play with the dough know a spot in California near the Lakers, yo plus a shop with all the ganja yeah that fuego ‘dro drive South down the border viva Mexico uh, ain’t got a mom but I suck milk dry, ain’t got a car but I still got drive uh, ain’t dapper Don, but I still stay fly, uh you got a prob’ need to chill home boy BREAK Verse 2: yo, uh, smoking blunts of shitty marijuana had to do it, gotta toke while barely getting dollars life is hard, staying up, making family honor I can barely stand the rain, I’m playing till my Grammy hour Family Dollar chips, cold cup of faucet water I know a sax player sad as fuck he lost his father my temper’s shorter than mini-me underwater I kill my enemies by conceiving their daughters I’ll beat you senseless with pillow cases of hornets they flipping pigeons so niggas can pay the mortgage tipping vending machines stealing the quarters I’d love to write fuck you on my forehead my hip hopped, so I’m stayin alive ain’t got a rock but I still take mine ain’t dapper Don, but I still stay fly you got a prob’ need to chill home boy huh, couldn't take the heat so I killed kaywhy now I’m back on my feet, and unveiled K’s rhymes seen the light 8 times, beast drive makes 9 if you wanna beat the best you must defeat they grind, pirate
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Verse 1: Show goes on, boxers, Polo on call it milk how I smoke a bong need to roll cuz I’m sober as I wrote this song but I’m broke since October, been oh so long gettin my vocals on, while I shut shit down Yo, I'm tryna get to London from this humdrum town where would I be? What would I see? If i did it differently? if I didn't need to leave if I stuck with that degree here in the East at the University had to flee to Cali prolly be mad at me casualty so deceased like the letter giving D getting better need the cheese, or the cheddar God, please, gettin fed up with being independent, you can feel it in my sentence and I’m peeing on a midget, till I’m seen and given credit so I’ll Tweet it and ill Reddit till your speakers getting pregnant Southpaw he’s a leftist, you perceive it as a trip give me ganja and a lighter, never wrong I’m a writer King Kong when inside her, ping pong on that China he’s gone when the stress builds up in the noggin this verse just killed it and I’m just getting started Chorus: You came here to party ‘Cause everyday's a party you came here to party (party, party, party, party) you came here to party ‘Cause everyday's a party you came here to party ‘Cause everyday's a party Verse 2: Lets go and kick it on a Friday night, guarantee baby girl, have the time of your life have you sight-seeing, night skiing timing is right see a pie in the sky gleam, brighten the sight got a pipe and a dime, my stipend was light went in blind with a wise reason, guided by light and the smiles of some white people heightened my kite let the piles of the white eagle ripen the mite always utter what is never, we know better than to sever what is everything we know when you owe to the game and you know that you’ll blow when you’re going for fame and the gold isn’t where it is wrote on the thang and a boat or a plane can’t go to where I’m saying and I’m hosting a lane full of mostly insane and I’m open for games, so as rollers are playing dont go for the ‘caine, but I’ll ghost on some ‘caine just opened the vault to some locally pained not vocally trained but I’m Mogli mane just opened the vault to some locally pained not vocally trained I am Mogli mane, jungle Chorus: You came here to party ‘Cause everyday's a party you came here to party (party, party, party, party) you came here to party ‘Cause everyday's a party you came here to party ‘Cause everyday's a party Verse 3: I don’t know how I read this with my penmanship I can draw, but I’m raw with the written shit head nod, kept calm, with a bitten lip next job, rest off, get to live a bit this in the middle shit, can I get a benefit? how do you get free rent when you’re literate? hungry since a little kid, money it just run and hid luckily a funny kid, cunning with a ton of wit running after numbers isn’t funny when ur bummy stunning as a wonder when you’re bluffing is a bunch of shit this isn’t under-writ, utterly, other shit that understandable, Hannibal Lecter murder shit so I just let it blend, hopefully catch the end just hope I’m working when the person says “It’s curtains, friend” and I just hurt my limb, from working with a pen my rhymes the child and I’m rhythmically birthing them the earth ain’t perfect the virtues all in the open end but yet we hurt it, lets nurse it, give it a global cleanse starting with local trends, harvesting social hens marketing hopeful gems, all of you folks can win Chorus: You came here to party ‘Cause everyday's a party you came here to party (party, party, party, party) you came here to party ‘Cause everyday's a party you came here to party ‘Cause everyday's a party
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Core 01:36
Everything I do I just let my mind go Let my mind go as I'm set to find hope Everything I do I just let my mind go Let my mind go as I'm set to find hope Set to find gold like I play for san fran Rebel cyclone yes the game is set fam Make a threat damn, I will make ya head slam Take a bet fam, you gon’ need a bed pan I'mma fuck ya wife while you bang ya best man I'mma take a knife and leave the place with red hands I'm guilty filthy richer than Nutella So feel me real G, there isn't any better Kill spree chill breeze its ending niggas weather Hit a spliff and getting cheddar With a bitch expensive leather Privileged bitches cinderella Giving pussy lips to fellas Niggas swear they Mayweathers, 16's resemble feathers Everything I do I just let my mind go Let my mind go and I'm settled by smoke ‘Cause I’m nasty, flashy, doper than a crack binge I smoke O's and poke hoes with my rap friends I've thrown bows and broke noses of my whack friends I'm rolling over all your toes inside this black benz Uh what the fuck the actors want from me? Swagga jacking rappers give back what you robbed from me International, launched from a lost city Nigga, call Diddy, tell him I'm the small Biggie Super Nova shit, focus on the tall slimmy I am the champ, they don't blog these things honestly This just in, it's a wrap if you don't rock with me Everything I do I just let my mind glow
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Kyle Young - Mercy ft. David Cancel Hook: I smoke I drink I cuss I fight have mercy on my soul if I should die before I wake (have mercy on my soul) I if should die before I wake (have mercy on my soul) Felt so right but I know its wrong have mercy on my soul Verse 1: I been hoping and dreaming a lot, yo wealthy living and keeping a hot flow me smashing a cream of the crop hoe fucking demons while reading the gospel pirate niggas believing in god no eating hot molten cheese, no nacho my soul might go and not show to busy blowing the coke up nostrils too dizzy blowing an O of strong dro in a city where dough does not show it is shitty the gold does not glow getting bombed I hold my console tiny ship that I sail I row it won’t go 5 pennies for a sale I hope its gon’ grow when I’m rich I host my own show build an empire quick I’ve drove that stone road and I.. Hook: I smoke I drink I cuss I fight have mercy on my soul if I should die before I wake (have mercy on my soul) I if should die before I wake (have mercy on my soul) Felt so right but I know its wrong have mercy on my soul Verse 2: Somewhere stuck in the middle, this rock cuts my flesh the hard place rips the “S” of my chest once blessed with the best chick money could buy when the money went dry, damn honey could fly funny and I, too numb to drive, jumped in the ride stuff a blunt of that loud and reluctantly drive open a fifth, Captain ‘Mo gulp then a sip back seat rope and a brick, it over thats it plan to throw it over a bridge, I’m hoping I slip ‘cause when the slack catch up I’m gonna go for a dip scope this, I’m bout to tie the rope to my wrist so I won’t forget to hold the brick with a grip simple plan now shit done hit the fan once shit goes up, trust it’s gon’ land going down with publicity, now kiss the fucking ground when you mention me Hook: I smoke I drink I cuss I fight have mercy on my soul if I should die before I wake (Where am I going?) I if should die before I wake (Where am I going?) Felt so right but I know its wrong have mercy on my soul
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Hook: Why do you care? What do you care about? Why does it matter? Why even bother? Why do you care? What do you care about? Why does it matter? Why even bother? Verse 1: I put my life into this shit I will not write unless it’s true connect to you get it through make it stick -- Mr. Glue I put my life into this this shit ‘cause I’m concerned about my home there’s a shooting every month even worse across the globe I risk my life so I can shine so I can learn so I can earn your respect so I can burn the hateful words embrace the ones you reject there is hurt in neglect you see it first in the flesh my mom ain’t want me so I yearn for success Hook: Why do you care? What do you care about? Why does it matter? Why even bother? Why do you care? What do you care about? Why does it matter? Why even bother? Verse 2: I put my life into this shit so I have to be seen Canon camera wilding out just wanna capture the scene chasing after a dream paper hasn’t been green but I still make these albums to master my scheme attacks on Iraq people not coming back cardiac on attack -- Hollywood sniffing bath salts, top dollars for the gas it all don’t sound so good I put my life into this shit flying high, rolling spliffs my first album will be Piss reinvent and build to live Bridge Hook: Why do you care? What do you care about? Why does it matter? Why even bother? Why do you care? What do you care about? Why does it matter? Why even bother?
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Intro Hook: Back to, Back to... Back to life, back to reality... Verse 1: I feel like a king when I’m in it, and I hit it a nice fitted, might cli’ (climax) in five minutes glide to side winning, thighs in my denim, rise inside in them, eye-to-eye drilling bite to bite kissing, Kyle likes giving those capital O’s, that be cracking your toes now I’m thrashing your clothes, all matter has froze time stands still, fuck an average Joe like: what you mean sex ain’t about we? I’ll fly that magic carpet ain’t complaining with me as your taking the D, I’m playing with thee creating some steam, raising the speed as I’m making you scream ears popping and sweat dropping, your head bobbing tears; sobbing I get rock in your bread box and forget awkward the best problem since wet, partner my eyes blur the rest conquers, my chest knocking... Hook: (x4) Back to life back to reality Verse 2: Anything I can do we can do better you take a shower I’m making it wetter I got the power and you got the lever you got the knowledge while I rock the clever back into the life that I casted out the light passion ain’t shit when satisfaction isn’t right never asking for the back spin laughing we smack skin no crabbing Sebastian, just grabbing your ass then slapping while crashing, task is to ravage hitting every spot, immaculate lavish mapping, no atlas, at last i have found it, you take me high by acting so grounded and I won’t lie you’re the reason that my smile big I love those eyes, my cerebral’s steady pounding I’m gone, I’m lost unfamiliar to surroundings I got a down chick, and I don’t wanna go back! Hook: (x4) Back to life back to reality Bridge: It’s like a dream, its like a story and all I need is just me and the shorty roll some weed cook food drinking 40’s and all I need is just me and the shorty It’s like a dream, it’s like a story and all I need is just me and the shorty roll weed cooking food drinking 40’s and all I need is just us until we come back... Hook: (x4) Back to life back to reality
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Hook: Dear Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Hey, Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Yo, Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Dear Mrs. Jones this two week -- two week Yo I’m a movie star stuck in this office so let the cameras roll as soon as I’m off this Nigga just tried to hand me a mop want the paparazzi in the parking lot Yo, I’m a movie star, But, I’m stuck in this office Verse 1: While on the road to stardom, all is well, just got one problem all I want is flashing lights, bottled water, cash and ice smashing nice, asses twice, hash to light, the lavish life Grabbin mics but I got this crappy 9 to 5, to pass the time have the slacks and have the tie data entry stacks to file they don’t know bout magic Kyle spit a dope verse, be rapping Kyle I’ll put em in a hearse, disaster Kyle give them that work call me action Kyle while up in the studio action wild sound so good, that master style Cause I... Refrain: Show up to the job with the shades on roll up in the spot with a cape on exploding awesome neopalm secretary sweating all day long getting cake up while on Facebook need a raise son fuck a pay stub I’d leave it all behind for the fame ‘cause my two week, two week, two week, two week Hook: Dear Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Hey, Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Yo, Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Dear Mrs. Jones this two week -- two week Yo I’m a movie star stuck in this office so let the cameras roll as soon as I’m off this Nigga just tried to hand me a mop want the paparazzi in the parking lot Yo, I’m a movie star, But, I’m stuck in this office Verse 2: My boss said give it up, don’t quit your day gig You don’t even look the part, you’ll never make it big plus you’re always late to work, always the first the to leave don’t think your pay is worth it, and you always smell like weed you are the slowest worker, your typing skills just suck you need to shave that beard, your tie is wrinkled up just get yo act together, wanna keep your job stop being a slob better be on time, looking decent kyle, got a meeting tomorrow, I mean it now (whatever!) Refrain: Show up to the job with the shades on roll up in the spot with a cape on exploding awesome neopalm secretary sweating all day long getting cake up while on Facebook need a raise son fuck a pay stub I’d leave it all behind for the fame ‘cause my two week, two week, two week, two week Hook: Dear Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Hey, Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Yo, Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Dear Mrs. Jones this two week -- two week Yo I’m a movie star stuck in this office so let the cameras roll as soon as I’m off this Nigga just tried to hand me a mop want the paparazzi in the parking lot Yo, I’m a movie star, But, I’m stuck in this office Bridge: Every day I hustle this I hate so I can hit the stage seems they only love you when you work for them, this shit is lame minute by the minute slave, just to get these pennies saved after work I’m getting baked, two week in, I quit today Every day I hustle this I hate so I can hit the stage seems they only love you when you work for them, this shit is lame minute by the minute slave, just to get these pennies saved after work I’m getting baked, two week in, I quit! Hook: Dear Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Hey, Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Yo, Mrs. Jones this is my two week notice Dear Mrs. Jones this two week -- two week Yo I’m a movie star stuck in this office so let the cameras roll as soon as I’m off this Nigga just tried to hand me a mop want the paparazzi in the parking lot Yo, I’m a movie star, But, I’m stuck in this office
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Hook: If you bump hip hop ‘cause you love that shit, and you hate weak rap say fuck that shit (fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit) If you bump hip hop ‘cause you love that shit, and you hate weak rap say fuck that shit (fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit) Verse 1 (Kyle): A lot of things in life I know now eating Peter Pan Never Land, grown child with a stone smile, cheesing makes them go wild talking girls, heartbreaker fits the profile love women, partaking in the moan while stark naked, getting so loud they go “raaaow” who I be, who is me, I’m that dude though crucially, two in pink call me Nuvo Judo, I kick it till my noodle is oodled always true though, and brutal when opinioning you though I’m a culo, when you don’t give credit where due, you in the studio, smoking buddha, pulling that toon flow yeah, I seen a lot of shit, fell down got out of it helped my highs and lows, not proud of it out of it, now I sip some straight out the bottle shit weed is so loud the kid is sounding like a rocket ship Hook: If you bump hip hop ‘cause you love that shit, and you hate weak rap say fuck that shit (fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit) If you bump hip hop ‘cause you love that shit, and you hate weak rap say fuck that shit (fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit) Verse 2 (Kyle): I’ve done pop in my past, I’m a Gemini Also tried cocaine, neither fit me right If I can’t sleep at night , then it’s not worth it that spark for the art that hip hop birth kid none of these rappers talk flow no more my flow is like a hurricane implode your door my flow is like a sonic boom infiltrating silent rooms spit the rhymes, remind the youth show the mind the private truth Where the DJs, emcees Where the b-boys, pen fiends all I see are wimp teens where’s the rap beef and the battle theres to many cattle make that money I ain’t mad at you hip hop’s been good to me and here’s my gratitude fuck the ice and the carrots the rabbit food dapper rapper savage with a little attitude If I’m acting rude, it’s cause I had to do it Hook: If you bump hip hop ‘cause you love that shit, and you hate weak rap say fuck that shit (fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit) If you bump hip hop ‘cause you love that shit, and you hate weak rap say fuck that shit (fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit) Verse 3 (Jack Nickelz): From the land of the cut throat mad rappers stick up store gun clappers and that’s just the actors false tales and whack sales, who you fooling? see through your thin veils, that’s why you're losing so what I’m doing is saving you from the ruins what you should be pursuing fast getting all the loot and.. home grown, I hate clones, they’re place warmers all special effects like scenes from Transformers and they wondering why the games losing steam with whack emcees on their team what a waste of cream so why adjust your flat screen -- better quality Pied Piper, rap sniper so follow me Hook: If you bump hip hop ‘cause you love that shit, and you hate weak rap say fuck that shit (fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit) If you bump hip hop ‘cause you love that shit, and you hate weak rap say fuck that shit (fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, fuck that shit)
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Verse 1: In a far away land is a far away man with an all the way plan to rule the world if he doesn't succeed (if he doesn't succeed) then he’s going to spree (then he’s going to spree) then you're going to bleed (bleed) now raise your hands it’s a robbery I have no money a shopping spree (a shopping spree) Chorus: in a far away land lives a far away man with an all the way plan to rule the world Verse 2: Got a gun in my hand and a couple of friends and they all determined to rule the world it’s a robbery we have no money we want the free land of the free land of the free they’re gonna blind us all tonight Chorus: In a far away land lives a far away man with an all the way plan and he rules this world it’s a robbery Verse 3: Oh no they want your money won’t get it from me we’ve got to flee it’s a robbery they’ll take your money monopoly be a refugee point your finger raise your hands high Bridge: put your guns in the air put your guns in the air put your guns in the air and change the world (it’s a robbery) now put your guns in the air (it’s a robbery) put your guns in the air (we in poverty) put your guns in the air change that world it’s a robbery Chorus: In a far away land… lives a far away man with an all the way plan to rule the world Outro: In a far away... in a far away… in a far away… in a far away…

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Track List:

1. No Fears (Intro)
2. Back Burner (Produced by Stiles)
3. Two Party ft. Jasmin (Produced by Stiles)
4. Core (Produced by Keith Soul)
5. Have Mercy ft. Dave Cancel
6. Why Does it Matter? ft. Jasmin
7. Back Two Life
8. Two Weeks Notice ft. Jasmin
9. For Hip Hop ft. Jack Nickelz
10. A Robbery ft. Jasmin

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released January 17, 2014

All lyrics written by Kyle Young except:
"Why Does it Matter?" Co-Written By Kyle Young & Jasmin Agosto
"For Hip Hop" Co-Written By Kyle Young & Daniel Warren (Jack Nickelz)

All music composed and arranged by Kyle Young except:
"Back Burner" - Produced by Maurice "Stiles" Sinclair
"Two Party" - Produced by Maurice "Stiles" Sinclair
"Core" - Produced by Keith Wilson (Keith Soul)

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Kyle Young Los Angeles, California

Kyle graduated in 2011 with a BFA in Cinema and Television from Columbia College Hollywood in LA. Kyle's groups have included Collabo and Soggy Rotten. His "Are You Sleeping?" music video, with Natasha Ramos, has been on national TV, and his songs have been used in films. Collabo's "Can You" was used in "Copper Penny" and "Morbid: A Love Story." Kyle's solo "Bang" can be heard in "Copper Penny" ... more

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