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The Jester's Dance

by JB Nimble

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    Written by JB Nimble. All beats by Browse. Features lyrics from LivIn' Poetry, Rahman Jamaal, Browse, Cyberclops, and Task1ne. Artwork by Jeremy Becker. Ear Peace Records, 2013.

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1.
Soft Spoken 04:06
Soft Spoken- I see a lot of people living their lives under umbrellas in the summer time giving vibes of jealousness finding relevance at a desk 9-5ing settling but when they retreat home they get to revel in everything and we build a little soapbox so we can try to teach the so called know-nots how the boat rocks but when it tips we go back to the same shit it's all "don't stop now, you're on your way to famous" and we play into it, like self-puppeting puppets stuck under this glass ceiling, wondering what's above it but if we took a look up we'd see even the sky is on fire so we'll keep fighting 'til all false messiahs retire higher than clouds we can't touch like beauty knew she was out of reach but I figured my feet would move me "Who's he?" the man who wants to make the planet rock that showed up to the party late but still demanded props the second hand it talks 'til the minute hand is ticked off and who knew all this hip hop could fit on a wristwatch our lips lock before the eyes overly mesmerized and then you're so jaded from it you can't even pretend to cry (Back then) Hip Hop was my route of escape, just trying to find my sanity and stay true to the breaks (These days) Hip Hop is an overcrowded prison you sit in spittin' bars to people that don't know how to listen (Back then) Hip Hop was a one way ticket for when your life was on the run no need to complain just kick it (These days) Hip Hop is just a cop out an ever-fading memory it seems like everyone forgot about It's always drama, it's never stable because nowadays everybody and their mama owns a record label (guilty) I feel filthy, willfully trying to kill these wack rappers when I could be one and not know it a lost poet walking through walls but the door isn't locked at all I could just turn the knob and fall into a routine pick a new dream to follow, swallow what little pride I have left and quit acting like I'll be dead tomorrow but I don't know what to do, because I've put to much energy into becoming something that I'll potentially never be Clever me, picking a life long career in a field that might not even be here in a year and it's weird watching everything I loved collapse walking around the rubble, petty, looking for bugs to zap maybe I just need a hug and a nap embrace me and wake me up when the tires finally run flat (Back then) Hip Hop was my route of escape, just trying to find my sanity and stay true to the breaks (These days) Hip Hop is an overcrowded prison you sit in spittin' bars to people that don't know how to listen (Back then) Hip Hop was a one way ticket for when your life was on the run no need to complain just kick it (These days) Hip Hop is just a cop out an ever-fading memory it seems like everyone forgot about I got no problem with change or doing something new and strange and I don't blame you for trying to gain fame I'm doing the same thing, that independent grind and they way it's progressing I'm gonna be stressing 'til the end of time see I know we're making strides and shit but the problem with music is that nobody's buying it and there's conspiracies throughout the industry to drown the real beliefs cover up the history, it's not what it appears to be so here is me, the world revolves around it sounding selfish because I laugh at my own jokes even if nobody else is it's hip hop, I do it mostly for my own amusement to make other people loosen and get the crowd moving as a unit in tune with the influences of the past I keep my feet on the ground with my head up my ass so if you like me then you'll probably like the songs and if you like me more than I'm comfortable with then you can sing along (Back then) Hip Hop was my route of escape, just trying to find my sanity and stay true to the breaks (These days) Hip Hop is an overcrowded prison you sit in spittin' bars to people that don't know how to listen (Back then) Hip Hop was a one way ticket for when your life was on the run no need to complain just kick it (These days) Hip Hop is just a cop out an ever-fading memory it seems like everyone forgot about
2.
My eyes have callouses and my hair is full of head wounds  From trying to pick a brain wondering if I'm gonna get it soon A letter to whom it may concern was self addressed it said you wait your turn But I felt it best to take the earnings get a bed and make it firm The sacred urn that I keep locked in my thoughts Just opened like Pandora's box so I played it 'til the whore couldn't walk And then I left stalking the road in wet socks and never stopped 'til I found the pot of gold that my head had dropped (Long ago) along an old dusty rusty fence Sat a boy thinking there must be something other than this bench Kept a bunch of friends A hero in his day dreams where nothing ends but in his life another story Any chance to cut the glory he took it drugged up in his rookie year of high school He could make you know without saying a word that he liked you So he did it, and never said shit except when he kept his manners Making glances at ladies that he'd rather take the hand of Ran love through his thoughts over time life was open wide And he stared at it with every broken stride but couldn't go inside Starving for affection hoping his dreams could show him why So his life began when he closed his eyes and he... Said take from me from me take from me from me from me (That's how the game goes, it's all the same yo) It ain't funny funny ain't funny funny funny (I don't complain though, just let the pain go) Get away from me honey way from me honey honey (But if you stay know I'm gonna take your help) And everything else just stays sunny (That's what it's like the parables of rap running life) By the next year there was less fear, he'd matured Still couldn't really talk to people so he'd speak to birds Wasn't a nerd, wasn't a jock, and certainly wasn't hip hop though he tried to be and that's why he wasn't, what sweet irony The weed made him tired caffeine made him hyper Became the odd mc out of a crew of graffiti writers Cultivating views on how to win with what he had to lose Refusing to be a face with just a bunch of fake tattoos School wasn't difficult but he was still confused by the rules of engagement so the tools of his trade when he met a person were always get observant but stay distant Listen to everything they had to say and mimic Never felt peer pressure, choices were his own to make No mistake wasn't a lesson breaching heaven's open gates There was a girl now and he let her break his world down for the better Made her everything he wanted adding stress but when he met her he said take from me from me take from me from me from me (That's how the game goes, it's all the same yo) It ain't funny funny ain't funny funny funny (I don't complain though, just let the pain go) Get away from me honey way from me honey honey (But if you stay know I'm gonna take your help) And everything else just stays sunny (That's what it's like the parables of rap running life) Within a year he lost her fostering lots of lies to stop the bleeding cauterize the wounds to fill the space that occupied his room Losing weight and gaining apathy Was forced to choose a fate but hopefully this time one that would make him happy New debates on whether moving way across the land could make a man from a child honing his handstyles and his smile Got the acceptance letter raps getting cleverly twisted Over the feeling his life would've been better if he'd never existed If ever he'd listen to the elders preaching purpose He'd remember the person he was before his first kiss Before the alcohol, cannabis, blow, ecstasy, cigarettes, The nitrous oxide, mushrooms, and acid trips swept him off his feet and offered to carry him off to sleep And then he woke up on the wrong side of his throw up on his sheets He was headed west next, SF to be specific Left behind the life he'd known and swore he wouldn't miss it Said take from me from me take from me from me from me (That's how the game goes, it's all the same yo) It ain't funny funny ain't funny funny funny (I don't complain though, just let the pain go) Get away from me honey way from me honey honey (But if you stay know I'm gonna take your help) And everything else just stays sunny (That's what it's like the parables of rap running life) Honk the bells Ring the horns
3.
Come with me on this journey of discovery comfort me punish me and leave me in the dust it's not enough for me Fuck a free ride when the wonders come from each side I've learned to appreciate earning what I leave behind Keep stride maintain balance feel the vibe challenge everything that I believe hides from my real life These nights'll matter more than any other heavy from the top to the bottom rocking the mic'll be my bread and butter Never wondering what the fuck was up with me in my 20s Screaming I'm still a kid until it beheads me Fuck everybody holding me back foremost myself Located a blessing I was searching for a cry for help A reason for it all to be over I'd hang up the mic chord I store in the chip on my shoulder But it's a life on the road it hasn't grown old yet And when it does bet you won't see me in your city again  Never do I ever wanna let you go And everything you ever let me know was a lie They told me if you love it do it don't just speak about it keep it moving But we as humans have heads bigger than our feet can loosen We've outgrown our bodies needing two places at once to be an option That's why I spent most of my life people watching This is not me, I'm an illusion paraded on the stage to keep em coming grooving to my own destruction Losing everything that I've concocted in the process Praying 'til even your god treats me like an object This life's a hot mess, spilled it on the kitchen floor Mixed in with the damaged goods ingredients the kids ignore Different war, same goal Attention whore, flame throw Getting more love "whatever homie, if you say so" Fame goes to the head even when it's nonexistent Fishing for the words to make this song not a contradiction Living for the now tomorrow will be a second chance Tonight we do the JESTERS DANCE so people come on Never do I ever wanna let you go And everything you motherfuckers told me was a lie Cold scratch everybody knows that the road traps closed caption home lackin' old fashioned bold chaps Row past the notion of an all consuming passion And hope that when it hits you with some rations you can take the action To make it happen a vagabond just trying to fit in and stand out simultaneously with some dividends  giving it the utmost from toast to sun close one dose and I was hooked Writers block to writing books Shock to the system, I'm copping the wisdom, optimism high fondling a product of environmental ties Skies blue, eyes too, mind glued knowing I'll do anything in my power to find you When the world turns to look at me I'm smiling through crooked teeth free from times when I felt like I couldn't breathe.  You see the good in me so kiss me goodbye Now suck the marrow out of my bones and let me fly Never do I ever wanna let you go Too many cigarettes last night Too many little steps I didn't get to live to rep a fast life When the road cracks right beneath you Will you pick a side or let your legs divide until the world eats you (And everything I've ever told myself was a lie)
4.
Bad Boy Bass 03:12
Bad Boy Bass- For you hip hop listeners I'll be the minister you're the parishioners in this little church for the sinners it's a cult, call it underground a bunch of people love it now but most follow what they've been told, no fun allowed I do it to make my mother proud Do it just so the movement of unity can truly groove among a crowd got fast hands moving vast land masses in the stands understand it demands practice damn that was fresh picture everything you want in this life and imagine it happening in the same verse twice then multiply that 16 by 3 add 2 hooks in the middle and it'll sound like me (JB Nimble) Kids'll get the description, either piss off or listen one after another I got 'em shuddering to the rhythm come and get some loving if you really covet the feeling of being stuck under the thumb of a word juggling demon Browse hit 'em with a little (Bad Boy Bass) Stand up to the rhythm of the (Bad Boy Bass) JB Nimble's in the place hitting you in the face with the (Bad Boy Bass) so come and give it a taste Ear Peace gets down to the (Bad Boy Bass) The Bay Area is down with the (Bad Boy Bass) The whole world's trying to boogie (WHY?!) I don't know it could be the (Bad Boy Bass) Hold up, Let me take a second to discredit the ethics behind the methods used in this pathetic music see you ain't the baddest my verbal apparatus slashes through the fake status you drape on your back like a cape until I tie it to the rafters and it becomes a noose kick the stool out and cool out 'til your career turns blue who are you to think that you can tangle with the rhyme mangling wizard who time travels to try and tackle this earth perfectly and if you're hearing this then you've heard of me I'll get your spirit lifted with lyrically gifted currency shifting your vision purposely in a different direction it's a circus freak profession, you besta get to steppin' you don't fit in with the bearded women and sword swallowing weird kids born with six limbs for me there's something within that forces me to give in to this addiction and sit back with a big grin Browse hit 'em with a little (Bad Boy Bass) Stand up to the rhythm of the (Bad Boy Bass) JB Nimble's in the place hitting you in the face with the (Bad Boy Bass) so come and give it a taste Ear Peace gets down to the (Bad Boy Bass) The Bay Area is down with the (Bad Boy Bass) The whole world's trying to boogie (WHY?!) I don't know it could be the (Bad Boy Bass) This is the last verse, the one that makes it hurt the one that's saying forget god, pray to the church the one that makes you forget you gotta make it to work the one that makes you regret that you didn't say it first the one that's giving you a sandy vagina 'cuz Ear Peace and CandleSpit demanding the stamina rhymers or we're gonna cancel the pantamimer shit and pancake these bitches better than Aunt Jemima I just can't deny the cypher a taste of the bass inside of the wasting away, relying on making today what I could tomorrow a time and a place to decay a mind of a sadist who raises hell to take himself to a state of wealth not borrowed I hit the lotto with the lyrical bravado got the people saying bravo when I leave 'em laying hollow and when it's over I'll just give 'em the shoulder and go to bed with the Bad Boy Bass stuck in my head Browse hit 'em with a little (Bad Boy Bass) Jump to the rhythm of the (Bad Boy Bass) JB Nimble's in the zone trying to catch the tone of the (Bad Boy Bass) so please leave him alone Ear Peace don't care about the (Bad Boy Bass) The Bay Area is scared of the (Bad Boy Bass) The whole world's getting nauseous and I think what caused it was the (Bad Boy Bass) That's the end of the song...
5.
Fire! 02:53
Fire!- Once upon a time in the real world there was a little story of boy meets girl he was 12, she was 11 he was in hell until she stepped in but all he really feared was himself and rejection see little Timothy never really knew anybody personally so he's got a thirst for knowledge of what her and he could be together met her at the park and his heart sparked lighting the darkness, bringing life back to his carcass so they started dating, bubbling sharing carbonation harboring hatred because to popular people they were strange kids playing alone together, they in a zone but Timmy never understood that she could never go home and then one day she pulled him aside stroking his pride and told him she would be happy if everyone else died and he could be with her forever, and rule his desires but only if he lit the school on fire Now Timmy thought for a minute, a minute turned to a day and by the end of the day his lady started to stray but he'd do anything to keep her from walking away even if it means taking a risk and killing off his classmates so he snuck into his fathers garage fast paced looking for two big red plastic gas tanks and a match book that he kept next to his pack of smokes and she was right there with him whispering get 'em and let's go they hoofed it to the school, 2nd period there was no attendant at the front entrance so Timmy peeled the lid back and started to spill liquid gasoline under the door to every class but what they didn't know was that they had missed a fire drill so everyone who had harassed 'em was out back having a blast and as he ran out of the school they all turned and he stood stiff in terror while they watched it burn Now the authorities were shocked when he told 'em the story jaws dropped had to have been an accident is what the cops thought a whirlwind tale of a girlfriend's betrayal 'cuz now she was nowhere to be found, she must have bailed and he didn't even get to say goodbye, it felt like he wouldn't stay alive and it looked like she had set him up to his naked eye it made him cry while he told the detective how she had directed his every move honing perspective until the whole thing was dissected and Timmy realized that she had lied to him and now his life was ruined then another detective entered the room in a rush, poised to tell his partner something important in a hushed voice they smiled and one said "do you know where this girl lives? Any parents in the picture?" running down the list Timmy cried "No" and the cop leaned on his clenched fist and said "Because according to our records she doesn't exist"
6.
Delivery 02:07
Hello all you cool cats and jazzy ladies out there. This is JB Nimble reporting to you live and direct from 326.8 WEPR radio, and this next song goes out to all the people that are probably not even gonna understand it… alright I'm a conversationalist who talks to himself constantly who wants to be heard but fuck it, other people bother me I'ma need a lobotomy or a lot of alcohol in me just 'cuz I gotta see another evening of this monotony easy roll up a lot of green, wheezing and yo the cough is mean feeling like you're atop a dream trying to keep it from toppling at the crib seeing if you'll cop for me, 'cuz I don't want to leave could you deliver my marijuana please? and then I need some self-time to roll up the L and go from hell to the roses I smell (focus) Time tells if I fell from this height god couldn't save me but her lips might she's there with me through the haziest days and blurriest nights and her body looks perfect in this light crystalized just right, lifted the lighter and took flight now it's off to break out the pen and notebook to write I write for an hour, maybe another hour decide to take a shower then lounge around on the couch for a bit bong up a rip and ponder what it's like to listen to my ear hairs getting longer It's all a dream, it seems the potency is growing stronger by the minute and as it gets better they get to shutting down the clinics I abuse it, I'll admit it but it isn't killing me you need to pay attention to people popping prescription pills and E
7.
"Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane!" No, it's JB Nimble falling to the earth for a change He don't remember your last or first name but the feeling you gave him just made him burst into flames As the smoke quietly clears sobriety rears its not so closed-mindedly shaped head and wipes its tears I got a fine idea that starts with a bright whisper in your wide eyed ears and ends here We all need to feel free from confinement the sirens tune calling us to a violent doom do you feel educated, or subjugated to a lack of subject matter that never made it to the history textbooks? You didn't learn shit if you only studied for the test you took so let's look I think of what I call home and wonder, "How long can we keep pumping water out of this boat before it goes under?" Man, it's been a cold summer, an even warmer winter, a dry couple years watching California wither and whether the richter tips a six or above when I land planted firmly I'm giving her love If I ever get the chance to leave believe I'll be coming back with some new tricks up the sleeves to teach you and then they won't be tricks anymore, they'll be common knowledge for the kids to explore a mythical war between the words I say and what I practice casting stones in catacombs for those who never had a home lost inside a bad poem now like you captured the last ten years of your life and wrote 'em down For all the times when the world got the best don't stress next time you've just gotta learn to care a little less sometimes it's like you're married to the mess is this your life or just one very long death For all the times when the world got the best don't stress next time you've just gotta learn to care a little less sometimes it's like you're married to the mess this is your life you can't let it just be one long death and if I drop dead on stage don't try to help me up, I'm dead, just keep dancing and let me rest my head you'll find the answers written deep inside a book, deep inside mind deeper than this cave we've been trying to climb from if the Earth was only one person wide you'd try to speak with other planets while the sun burnt your eyes out confessing what you lie about nobody's there to listen Just listen… We live in cycles finding beauty in lightbulbs projecting ourselves colorfully on these white walls hope springs eternal but no lesson you learn'll ever turtle shell you enough to concern you, it's virtue It's the feeling you get when the sweat cools you regain breath and ask yourself what's left to do It's a constant monster on your back that you've gotta learn to love unless you want it to attack and perhaps what happens is hap-hazardous happiness you have to have in order to perform the sort of magic tricks that everybody battles with 'til we exit the labyrinth or give up and decide to live trapped in it and this year smells fresher than the last did not just another waste basket-case ad-lib based practice round face facts for fuck's sake, embrace the craft now or lay that act down and this rap sounds callous especially when I directed these sentences against me but I found balance surrounded myself with thoughts that I care about challenging myself to walk 'til I'm wearing out the sole in these so called flows until the skin is exposed and keep going until it hits bone so if I pass out leave me I'm fine I'll just lie back relax and enjoy the sunshine For all the times when the world got the best don't stress next time you've just gotta learn to care a little less sometimes it's like you're married to the mess is this your life or just one very long death For all the times when the world got the best don't stress next time you've just gotta learn to care a little less sometimes it's like you're married to the mess this is your life you can't let it just be one long death (2x)
8.
Eye Water A lot of people don't see that there's still a movement left in hip hop. It seems like the underground is getting pushed further and further down; well we're pushing back. JB Nimble: Under attack, gun to the back of the industry Gimmicky wannabe rapper are trapped kissing the feet of the cackling puppet masters who eat off a plate that they don't understand Building commodity freaks to keep the upper hand The structure can't stand alone so they're feeding dollars into the machine until it shits out another clone The fifteen minutes of fame is getting closer to actually being 15 minutes and it's a shame The worst part is that the ones who work the hardest will probably never garner the exposure of most commercial artists to grow a perfect garden the soil has to be fertile first so this goes to those with a blood-curdling thirst we've got the building blocks, the will to talk 'til we hit the top spilling thoughts to fill up the balloon until it pops The network is growing daily showing more worth We're blowing up, I just hope that we do it before the Earth It's the shows, the flows, the people in the front row, the ones yelling homie that song goes, and it's the nights alone writing at home to try to touch someone I don't even know yo It's the shows, the flows, the people in the front row, the ones yelling homie that song goes, and it's the nights alone writing at home to try to touch someone I don't even know Rahman Jamaal: I met this battle rapper, he said hip hop was dead like the only reason for rhyming is to spit off the head and his ability to shit talk is cred heroes with out the capability to step off the pedestal and rip off the fed need to get off the meds, fuck all that herb talkin' blowin' the high of real men that keep their word walking' the walk with reserve options everyone's out for self above everyone else, and that's the first problem like a black nationalist who shouldn't have to exist taking the blame for being racist and reverse crossin' a hyper masculine kid braggin' about all his drug money in public fallin' in love with the girl prostin' the result is an attitude that lacks the aptitude to rap against the status quo reinforced by the world watchin' while the industry pimps anything that convinces fans to think we don't have to question everything that we've heard often honey's pure, money lures, dummies war running scores leaving love hungry untrusting whores buildin' gimmicks children mimic when it's somebody's born off deception shutting doors is the norm when the core's rotten It's the shows, the flows, the people in the front row, the ones yelling homie that song goes, and it's the nights alone writing at home to try to touch someone I don't even know yo It's the shows, the flows, the people in the front row, the ones yelling homie that song goes, and it's the nights alone writing at home to try to touch someone I don't even know Browse: I think there’s something in the water, I can taste it when I fill my lips They tried to snuff the spirit out like how I killed the spliff I take my people to the streets and lead the pilgrimage It’s time to take the city over, let’s rebuild this bitch So now we tango with the tangles in the line I’m choking on my words like I’m strangled by the rhymes Fill the body bags up with the educated few And celebrate the ignorance of jaded youth It’s too late to move, we gotta battle on We light the torch and bring the soldiers into Babylon The march of vagabonds, hungry for the revolution Whatever it takes to wake you up and get you moving And from the disillusioned views of majority We’re sort of being forcibly pushed to act accordingly Now you’ve been cordially invited to the second coming It’s time to wake the fuck up before you’re left with nothing We got the best of something beautiful Suitably arranged into megabytes, soon to be deranged The bluest of the flame lit the fire in the basement Let’s burn this motherfucker to the pavement, come on
9.
Her Sundress 03:33
Her sun dress- It's a familiar feeling of being trapped in a wishing well A story you don't think you'll live to tell like "whelp this is hell" She acted you like you weren't fit to sell what she was trying to purchase Kinda nervous was an understatement  Learning love and hatred could be seduced into making relations in someone's brain and producing bunch of "who's the one to blame?" situations And where it stems from is beautiful but it can be a nuisance when everything is business as usual truth is you don't do this because you have to It's natural to wanna be routed in someone's movements that your attached to The physical emotional pinnacle of feeling overdue for the typical that still tickles like it's original hits you and then it lives in you killing you softly with a tune sweet but salty, cheap but costly Glossy lips and stretch pants around her hips Let her dance alone and maybe later you and she could dance home Sometimes you gotta ask what's left Sometimes you smoke until it coats each breath Some things are probably better left unsaid Something's different about the way you hold your head Somewhere over the gray rainbow is a sunset And your so anxious to see it it's making your guts wrench Maybe some day it'll all make some sense In a season when she's in sun a dress The love is there you love it when she's in nothing but a tank top and her underwear next to you in a comfortable chair The days are more exciting, nights you feel alive for the first time  Like until you saw her you were blind And then the nights she isn't there start to hurt You still got her but now your trying to figure out how to work her into everything that you do She's an extension of you Fuck friendship it's that love or never wanna see her again shit Not to mention you've noticed others noticing you when you're the last one at the party cornered don't know what to do Someone who isn't yours is trying to get you into hers so you drink away the unhappy and make your vision blur and maybe that's an excuse in itself The one you worked for isn't giving you what you deserve which makes it hurt more And the one in front of you is doing everything she can To try to make you feel like a man so you'll get in her pants Sometimes you gotta ask what's left Sometimes you smoke 'til it coats each breath Some things are probably better left unsaid Something's different about the way you hold your head Somewhere over the gray rainbow is a sunset And your so anxious to see it it's making your guts wrench Maybe some day it'll all make some sense In a season when she's in sun dresses You hit it in the bathroom it was passionate and new And after it she had to get your number to call you You're in over your head and you know it Sometimes going with the flow can leave you moping and hopeless Especially when you got back to the apartment your wifey's in a nighty and garter belt looking sexy as hell and trying to express yourself you told her what happened said you were so sorry that she couldn't imagine how bad you felt in the backspin Said it was nothing more than alcohol and physical attraction She kicked you out and told you never come back again You sat crying on the floor telling her you loved her begging for forgiveness and she didn't say one word and that's the end of the story, no surprise twist You didn't get that chick pregnant, you didn't catch the virus All you got was regret one night of alright sex, and bunch of food for thought to digest Sometimes you gotta ask what's left Sometimes you smoke til it coats each breath Some things are probably better left unsaid Something's different about the way you hold your head Somewhere over the gray rainbow is a sunset And your so anxious to see it it's makin your guts wrench Maybe some day it'll all make some sense In a season when she's in sun dresses you can undress
10.
Did You Hear?- I woke up disgusted 7 more innocent people shot for nothing and the stale-faced messenger doesn't budge when he says it and neither does his medical grade hairspray, it's pathetic or actually apathetic, and I started wondering if he truly doesn't care, or is he just desensitized over years of filling his own head with lies he has to recognize to a full extent the lowest in humanity it's every morning in his mirror stroking vanity so he picks up a pencil and chewing on the eraser tells of a little girl gone missing and the efforts to save her and he's thinking about his paycheck and what he'd pay for with it reporting that a private company is building 8 more prisons and I'm helpless (fuck it I'm useless) I'm still in bed still wrestling with last night, trying to kill it dead bury it and get a move on and then the news cuts to a commercial asking me to donate to a kid with no shoes on Hello, here's a child on the verge of tears for just thirty cents a day over the next few years we can pad our pockets and keep running the ad you've seen here, thank you. And it's not that I don't care, or I don't want to donate but we've all had that thought like "where's it really going?" I'd rather see it firsthand but I only stretch as far as my arms and I have my own sharp needles and yarn But back to the program, the news caster is looking older it must be tough every morning reporting what they told ya' I see him begin sweating as details of an earthquake fall out of his mouth and his face loses a little bit of its fake tan the doubts creeping out of his pores with every story like in the grand scheme of things what the fuck do weather and sports mean? why is a home run a bigger deal than a lone gunman drunk behind the wheel running people down, bucking steel he seems sickened, but keeping his composure he clears his throat and speaks on a factory foreclosure that's 400 more American workers unemployed and I'm thinking why should everyone pay for the economy some destroyed but he doesn't even mention the debt crisis his objective is to objectify violence to keep us inside and in silence buying shit, drugged up and on diets, whatever's trending keeping you abreast of the latest celebrity weddings We're off the deep end He's sweating more now, forgetting how to talk he coughs and grabs a sip of water and reads of a mother and father who slaughtered their own son and daughter with no explanation, and he reads it without hesitation but he's breathing heavy and blinking his eyes in morse code, S.O.S. and no one seems to notice that he's puffing out his chest while he speaks about Keystone, and my first thought is beer not the tar sands in Canada, shit that doesn't affect me here Commercial break #2: Feeling fat? Take Lypocrack, it's the best with minimal side effects including but not limited to headaches, dizziness, aggression, stroke, implosive bowels, lack of sexual appetite, infertility, and death Listen, just because you don't fit that stereotypical skin and bone individual they feed you on TV that doesn't make you anything less than beautiful, believe me you weren't meant to be using these chemicals, orally or inter venously And it's back, breaking news of a pop star's death at 22 "Holy shit, let me guess, it was pills right?" Yep and that's every few weeks now, and I'm starting to freak out Better go get my rations before the apocalypse happens and the anchor man is sinking deeper into his seat and no one seems to notice that he's gritting his teeth he takes one last breath, says "Have a wonderful afternoon" and keels over dead on the floor of that newsroom
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Rally Cry- I'm trying not to get fed up to never let up to keep the head up to get up avoid the setup I'm trying not to give a wish up to never give up putting a bid up to live up to what we did up JB Nimble: It'll push you to the brink in the blink of a wrinkle in time thinking you're fine until the ink dries, what a big surprise you live through it 'til you can die to it arise from the ruins and find fluid leaking from your eyes moving back and forth with a force to attack the forts and every corpse left lifeless is in your likeness the price is to high for what it's worth but it works 'cuz you numb it 'til nothing hurts except for your stomach first time you let it get to you it broke you so you felt you had to break down everyone that you were close to bipolar by the time you were bicoastal you'd never seen anybody in your own life that died hopeful but you grow through the good and bad there's no use focusing on what you wanted that you couldn't have so everybody gather 'round put your battles down and fix your frown 'cuz none of it matters now I'm trying not to get fed up to never let up to keep the head up to get up avoid the setup I'm trying not to give a wish up to never give up putting a bid up to live up to what we did up LivIn' Poetry: You crack a tall can and start to write with all the feelings in your system you're just itching to resolve the fight after falling in the dark of night you recall the light and your innards twist a little 'cuz things aren't right it's been storming so long there isn't a star in sight so you sing a slow song and wish on a starless sky hoping you hold on, thinking that it's too much if starboard's right port's wrong, if you feeling chewed up, but ship sailed, left you at the loading dock big deal, not everybody gets to ever know the plot and there you are staring at a masterpiece like it's a blank wall really you should thank God with an open heart and stay calm while the weight strong and heavy is the load steady as you go, break dawn like a levy when the weather explodes readily bold, it ain't wrong to hate it but it's worth it to keep at it to stay strong and patient I'm trying not to get fed up to never let up to keep the head up to get up avoid the setup I'm trying not to give a wish up to never give up putting a bid up to live up to what we did up I'm trying not to get fed up to never let up to keep the head up to get up avoid the setup I'm trying not to give a wish up to never give up putting a bid up to live up to what we did up
12.
Sour Apples 04:12
Sour Apples- See I guess it all started in high school that's the formative years where you find out what drives you blind to the ways in which it governs your survival learning to teach your mind how to carry what your spine won't and back then I was so wrapped in my own fantasy I couldn't see the line between the passion and insanity candidly making promises that I couldn't keep praying to nothing a secret dream would awaken me from the sleep but it never came so I took it out on you I just couldn't figure how a perfect picture could sound so blue You know the saying, if you love her let her go and if she comes back then fuck her 'til she can't feel her toes trembling remembering everything we never meant to bring to the table unstable to the point where even peddling was painful so purple lips, left out in the cold I strolled home while innocence bled out of my soles because TV couldn't teach me to be easy it was just a means between being a comedy and a drama that would lead me to believe we would never leave me and you in peace I just couldn't see the beast screaming through your teeth RELEASE ME See as kids we all assume it's forever but never take into account how few stay together or the ones that do stay and hate each other from the deadbeat dads to baby mothers that they left in the past we can take it how it is and let the heavens collapse make the best of sour apples, pick 'em, put 'em in your basket It's tragic that it crashed and burned but it was just another lesson that you had to learn So smile, grimace, scowl, grin single file in denial bring it 'round again it goes smile, grimace, scowl, grin singled out, think about it, never be a friend Ship sailed, you had to spread your feathers never more will the raven get its claws in my sweater shred it to pieces and make it a nest leaving me naked except for my regrets I'm better off not letting it get the best I remember walking down Linden in the rain wishing it felt the same but it didn't, looked similar but the rhythm'd changed then you went off to college and I was stuck in Neverland for a drunken head-in-hands year in fear that I would never see the sun again and functioning wasn't an option, all the toxins couldn't solve the problems bubbling under skin going from in love to friends didn't make sense so every situation I put you in was tense and the memories of burying my face in your curls at every secret sleepover we'd escape from the world until it caught up, so I left Boston and tried to forget but I was haunted by what that meant RELEASE ME See as kids we all assume it's forever but never take into account how few stay together or the ones that do stay and hate each other from the deadbeat dads to baby mothers that they left in the past we can take it how it is and let the heavens collapse make the best of sour apples, pick 'em, put 'em in your basket It's tragic that it crashed and burned but it was just another lesson that you had to learn So smile, grimace, scowl, grin single file in denial bring it 'round again it goes smile, grimace, scowl, grin singled out, think about it, never be a friend But hearts mend, and scars tend to fade so you can only see 'em if you look close but from a far step away the skin's perfect and you were looking from NY across the country couldn't see I wasn't that same kid lost and hungry It hurt me, thought I was worthy of another journey threw a couple visits your way and convinced you to come to Berkeley and it was selfish but I'd never felt this mature before No more wars just bare foot to floorboards Made for each other, started something that we couldn't end 'cuz soon you're gonna go back and we'll both be alone again but this time with no regrets lingering overhead, no separation anxiety when I go to bed, no waking up in cold sweats, no boundaries overstepped We know the deal, we'll be here until there's no one left So I just wanted to say thank you, you're an angel Leave the breeze beneath your feathers, never let it change you JUST KEEP ME As kids we all assume it's forever and whether it is or it isn't we'll get through it together like the ones that were made for each other from the happy to the sad, from when it was passionate to when it wasn't bad take it how it is, put the heavens on your back and carry 'em into the next chapter everything you've made has made you into everything you've ever wanted to be and life moves faster So smile, grimace, scowl, grin single file in denial bring it 'round again it goes smile, grimace, scowl, grin singled out, think about it, never let it end
13.
Creepin' (ft. Cyberclops & Task1ne) JB Nimble: Motherfuckers better look me in the lips when I'm talking to 'em It's hot as humans moving to beats to leave medulla oblongatas ruined Got a lotta sputum I'm spewing brewing a new condition in the music business writing songs like I'm superstitious Let me take a second to break it down for a minute and an hour after its finished you'll finally get it I proceed to give you what you need till your ears bleed and rock the mic so the monsters might hear me Fear is the ultimate motivation to cultivate the reputation necessary to sustain in a dedicated profession With educated discretion I bet I'll never make it legendary so I'll be the missionary Visionary isn't the word (Nah that's too real) Savant really isn't the word (That's not how you feel) So I'ma put it like this I got a tight mic fist and enough balls to back up the size of my dick Cyberclops: I enter with my team and render the dry scene immaculate, laughing at elementary rhyme schemes so why scream? 'cuz what I've seen'll make your eyes bleed even after a healthy helping of Visine I find my lines gleam brighter with a bigger breath though I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? and I know that I'm keen, why not light pot light green showing I flow hot, turning saliva to steam cream rules everything around me I put it in my coffee so I don't have to kill y'all and these fly feinds all think I'm astounding you better step off me, I'll leave your bitch a ticket at the will call I make heat from break beats inducing head spins treating every cypher like the bombing of Dresden It's like riding a bike, the best to bless a session ask if I'm nice on the mic, next question Task1ne: The reason why my whole team seems this live cuz everyone else forfeits like what's between 3 & 5 see the rhymes are like my artistry no arteries are hard to see could be an organ donor still wouldn't want no parts of me I gotta be the dude that breaks the chain of command before making the band before songs came with a dance because the way we rap will take you back to the day it began but I'm changing the plan showing up a day in advance Embracing the fans I work a sweat for the worthless check see I heard that life's a bitch, and that's why I flirt with death got me acting like a nervous wreck without the Percocet fuck your murder rep you couldn't catch a body with a circus net I'll merc the best emcees until the day my casket drops walk a mile in my shoes, you couldn't make it half a block I'll be chasing ass and twat like I'm David Hasselhoff or I'll be at the comic shop till I'm in catatonic shock
14.
Chrysalis 04:30
Chrysalis- As I'm walking along this tightrope in an unfamiliar mind state it kind of looks like a road filled with unassuming primates and right then I awaken in the same bed as the one I made in those days but now I call them these days and even though I'm still a little kid who needs praise now I can laugh when the leaves change open a one-way door, close it and lock it before the heat escapes see I've never really been the type to seize the day I'll take the easy way, the kind that everybody knows and so nobody really needs to say and as similar patterns emerge I'll lead the way to freedom as long as we can have a massage train of lost people trying to beat the demons out of our backs 'cuz new beginnings are great, the issue is that lingering bad taste in your mouth from the last thing that you ate and it caused you to force growth, blame the teenage years on hormones so what's your excuse now, you're the same person just more alone well fancy that they're not your friends, you just use 'em to distract you from everything that you lack and you wouldn't feel right going back if you spend your whole life wondering what's the next step you'll go nowhere and get buried alive (But I'm not dead yet!) you gotta walk on the rocks and dirt, and pretend that it doesn't hurt to eventually reach that greener grass on the other side of the earth and the search is never over so you wonder why you even care so far the odds are all stacked against you, it just doesn't seem fair it's a long road, and once in a while you fall asleep in a new place just to wake up wishing the new one had the last one's face but there's no turning back, and you wouldn't if you had a chance 'cuz every time you try to climb that mountain you wind up under an avalanche Emotional baggage packed, and stored under the train but now every blurry landscape looks the same You gotta pick from the bottom of a house of cards trying not to knock the whole structure over Believe me it sounds as hard as it is so you better take a photo but not so close up Rebuild the house on a steep hill Keep people out that you need still wondering what is this life gonna do for me? Will it kill these flashback bad dreams? And at the bottom of a house of cards is where you keep all your regrets and scars and you're too scared to go to the basement you'd rather just forget who you are Move on to a new dawn It'll all make sense when you say it in the past tense Now you're just to close to it to admit that it's over with Just another chapter to encapsulate this unfolding disaster If anybody asks for me tell 'em I'll be out back rolling with laughter in a new suit still trying to figure out who's who with a few screws loose but I got a couple new tools to tighten 'em back up Now I don't have love like I used to and that sucks but that's life I guess, a quest to get back your innocence you live in a death trap and you better enjoy it steadfast while you've still got thoughts in your head to grasp around now is about the time you drown out the clouds and bow to the sunshine and you were not ready for the take down Fuck what you said. Do you mean what you say now? The kids run around the cemetery leaving the ghosts nowhere to go so they roam the playgrounds in a final attempt to reach heaven, it's what they're trying to get with each lesson climbing the steps to break bread with the ones that already escaped the same head and again, some'll come back to life when they should've just stayed dead, but then in the midst of all this wishing to live flawless you put yourself into the cause kid now running back isn't an option, stop when you realize that you've lost it move on into a place where a smile can embrace your face at least for a while Taste the bile on the back of your tongue, and one by one let the past crash into the sun And it's all over now, but it's alright you're a man with a horse and a plow New pasture ahead, 52 new cards but I'm the Joker, the Jack is dead and the Queen killed him in a scene seldom seen by esteemed villains but the crown won't fit the King's head Sit down and relinquish everything you said 'cuz ain't no take-backs the future's here looking like you're about to puke from the fear Old to new is cool to a youth but as you grow it gets difficult to let go Just know it's not the end, the blueprint's set for the castle so next time when you decide to rebuild you know to make it less fragile You gotta pick from the bottom of a house of cards trying not to knock the whole structure over Believe me it sounds as hard as it is so you better take a photo but not so close up Rebuild the house on a steep hill Keep people out that you need still wondering what is this life gonna do for me? Will it kill these flashback bad dreams? And at the bottom of a house of cards is where you keep all your regrets and scars and you're too scared to go to the basement you'd rather just forget who you are Move on to a new dawn It'll all make sense when you say it in the past tense Now you're just to close to it to admit that it's over with Same eyes, same ears, same images same head, same heart, same distances same eyes, same ears, same differences same head, same heart, same chrysalis
15.
Rose 03:33
Rose- It's only because you don't move that you lose yourself Staring at the flowers, scared to lose the power There's feelings we all go through for the dues we're dealt Staring at the flowers, scared of who lives out there She's been with it since the beginning Clipping the bud giving it love, watching it grow bigger into something beautiful decorating it with ribbons and such, touching it's soft petals with her cuticles made her feel useful Youthful little red rose. It's protection became an obsession wouldn't let anybody get close enough to caress it thinking it's perfection was a message from God so she erected fences around the property obviously because she loved it. It would not see the public It was her everything; without it she was nothing and she didn't want to believe it but she knew that people peak into the fence to get a glimpse of what she grew Once in a while she'd catch a trespasser same guy every time, petal snatcher, messing with her ever after Now she waits next to the window, she's gonna get the bastard before he casts a web and captures The Rose, you gave it all up Is that really what you call love? Smother it but it's not enough for The Rose, she needs to be there for it every second never realizing that it's thorns protect it The Rose, and as it grows she gets older she'll never let it go, afraid, nobody knows her but The Rose, it needs to escape The Rose, leave this place I gotta help her find a way out If not I gotta find a way in and I'll take her without making a sound and plant her when the day begins It's only because you don't move that you lose yourself Staring at the flowers, scared to lose the power There's feelings we all go through for the dues we're dealt Staring at the flowers, scared of who lives out there Then one morning when she woke up her beautifully bloomed rosebud had been plucked She didn't know what she could possibly do but throw up tried to refuse it but it was either puking or crying; so lonesome she was dying just hoping that the rose would show up for dinner but when it didn't return that night she became bitter 'cuz she raised it, gave it sun rays and every day praised it while it was sitting behind the gates hidden, waiting for someone to take it, and not keep it locked away from a world this amazing rescue it and actually sit next to it compared to every other sound two heartbeats is the best music Said "let's do it" and he cut it from the stem started running for the gates, soul mates loving the scent of freedom leaving mother nothing but an empty pale of water Lost her because she just couldn't let go of her daughter The Rose, you gave it all up Is that really what you call love? Smother it but it's not enough for The Rose, she needs to be there for it every second never realizing that it's thorns protect it The Rose, and as it grows she gets older she'll never let it go, afraid, nobody knows her but The Rose, it needs to escape The Rose, leave this place The Rose, you gave it all up Is that really what you call love? Smother it but it's not enough for The Rose, she needs to be there for it every second never realizing that it's thorns protect it The Rose, and as it grows she gets older she'll never let it go, afraid, nobody knows her but The Rose, it needs to escape The Rose, leave this place
16.
Always Known 03:49
Always Known- It's just another day, today's looking better though As much as I complain about it I'm breaking out of the shell that I've been trapped in dwelling on what happens but it comes and goes, like the rose doesn't grow unless it's fed the sun it's never gonna know the pleasure from the woes I take measures to weather whatever's tethered to my leg on a day to day basis the faces in the mirror stay changing, now I can awaken awaiting a stranger but never let a way for the anger to settle just tear it up and let it go it floats with the wind little scraps of paper with my soul written in A time capsule in lost notebooks, from back when I would just write three minute long rants with no hooks It's funny coming this far in just a couple years with the spit that lit the candle and some peace for your ears It's hard to handle every once in a while Feels like I lost track and walked hundreds of miles but then I see the people in the crowd smiling making 'em feel something real is the only vibe that I try to bring and it works so I put the fans first give 'em every word and grip the mic so tight my hands hurt but I don't claim to have the answers I just express who I am 'cuz that's where I set my standards Give me a chance to look you dead in the eye and I'll give you a glance at life to remember me by it goes… One fine day in the middle of the night a little quiet kid grabbed the stage with a microphone and took flight but felt right at home It's all he knows and he's always known That one fine day around midnight he could breathe as a full human being complete 'cuz his life is more blessed than he could ever express Yo hold 'em down Jess I'm sorry ladies but music was my first love and that doesn't mean that I can't love you just as much but I'll never leave her for you, if you don't like it, tough You can just walk away, take a hike, bite the dust I'm not the type to cut you down or stifle what you create so if we can relate on that then we could be great together sharing differences and building similarities Forever bearing innocence and filling it with clarity It's hard to find a good woman but I get a new fresh beat at least every week or so to let my soul speak and yes, it gets lonely but it's better than being stuck in something unhappy that'll shackle, trap me, and hold me I need someone to show me trust who really knows it's only us who sees it isn't just the lust not just in it to bust a nut 'cuz when the world is looking up I'll be the one who took the cup and went running to the ends of the earth to look at love Love is all I have to give and all I'm asking in return is the same Let it be or let it burn in the flame then gather what remains, crush it and make a diamond and hide it, somewhere so no one can find it The world looks a little brighter under the moon but if we're doomed to spend eternity consumed with the first degree verdicts over a murdered tree I'm leaving, take care I keep moving 'cuz the other day I found my first gray hair One fine day in the middle of the night a little quiet kid grabbed the stage with a microphone and took flight but felt right at home It's all he knows and he's always known That one fine day around midnight he could breathe as a full human being complete 'cuz his life is more blessed than he could ever express Yo hold 'em down Jess

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All songs written by JB Nimble
All songs produced by Browse
Mixed and mastered by Cyberclops

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released October 1, 2013

This album is the end result of two years work.
I would like to thank everybody who has influenced
me throughout that time. In the last two years
I have met more amazing people than ever in
my life, so trying to express my gratitude to
everyone individually would cause me insurmountable
stress and could leave some people feeling
angry or upset; I don’t want that, so I’ll just
say this: friends, family, fans, foes, THANKS!


Specifically for help on this project I would like to
thank Browse for all the beats and for taking this
on as he would his own project, Cyberclops for
working his ass off and basically executive producing
it, LivIn Poe and Alison Ferrell for their support both
professionally and personally, Rahman Jamaal and
Task1ne for DESTROYING their verses, Rubén for
whatever he did (I’m sure there was something),
Lizzy Divine because I wouldn’t have written most
of these songs without her, Jeremy for drawing the
crazy shit on my hands and for being a good bud,
my mom and dad for always supporting whatever
idea pops up into my noggin, and you for listening.
However you got this album, whether you bought it,
stole it, found it, or it was given to you, I hope you
enjoy it. Thank you for your support.

-me, JB Nimble

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