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Groundhog's Day

by Peck the Town Crier

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Underwear 03:51
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i can see your underwear , i can see what’s under there, i can see the shape of your booty i can see your underwear, i can see what’s under there, i can see the shape of your booty, i can see from here you’re a cutie whether round and brown, or white and tight i like to slap the booties all through the night i think about’m when I’m on the microphone i think about’m when I’m home alone on the telephone so let it be known: just like a dog digs a t-bone, i’m in the zone on your dutch double dome! i’ll wax poems for ya, alone for ya wake up and boil tea and bake scones for ya i’ll defend your rear end from other gentlemen, girl, let me see your underwear, don’t pretend! i can see your underwear… what makes a cutie cute is a ripe bootie boot make ya olla hootie-hoo and spend your last loot ya know ya want want ‘em ya ain’t got got ‘em you’re talkin’ the talk upon ‘em like gomorrah and sodom but bro, walk away, an listen what the mac buddha say and they’ll love ya at the end of the day: it ain’t about the words you say about the games you play or even about the freestyle verbs you spray it’s all about what’s under there soon as you don’t care is when you get that underwear so don’t choose a cutie, let a cutie choose you! You’ll be poppin bubble booties like it ain’t no thing, dude i can see your underwear… get it, got it, shoppers bought it doo-hah, doo-hah, seek it and spot it chumps ain’t got it the monks don’t want it models worked it off, chess queens done pawned it drunks, they love it flat booty people covet it massage therapists rub at it the t.v. sells it the plumber he smells it thespians cover it in tights made a velvet good friends, what the heck we talkin’ about? rear-end bubble booties walkin’ around! greg scott’s peepin’ it, he likes what he’s found if you ain’t down with medusa pound, youza clown! yeah, cuz all men love it the same, an it ain’t no shame adam’s apple, eve, and the snake, thay ain’t to blame natural selection se-lects you if you can reel in a bone or stack chips. please choose! i can see your underwear…
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Coffee 02:29
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coffee, muthafuckin coffee (muthafuckin coffee) coffee, muthafuckin coffee (muthafuckin coffee) it turns my world around keeps me from sinkin down it turns from black to brown when i add a little cream its a whole new scene coffee 10 years old, actin' out in class teachers got worried that i think to fast attention span spread around too thin a couple wise people knew i didn't fit in A D D was the case that they gave me sent me to a doc, told me better behave me self pulled an rx off the shelf ritalin, all up in my veins disciplined my brain put an end to the shame what used to be a pain in the ass became a game simple and plain, like a crutch or a cane made a candy, came in handy, in understanding the lesson plan, and that's all good, man uppers, muthafuckin uppers straight up and down uppers, muthafuckin uppers now a little bit a ritalin treated me fine around the same time, i learned bud ain't kind man, it mixed me up like a cocktail made me lock my keys in my car, sub par i dont smoke buddha, i can't stand sess no offense if ya smoke ja herb, god bless fishin, i only smoke weed when i'm fishin fishin, muthafuckin fishin now i wanna talk a bit about liquid by far the best one is cloud juice but if ya need a little kick i gotta secret: a little brown bean you can freak with/ to the uninitiated, it comes on strong it'll kill the fat lady who's singin a song y'take a lil sip and it lasts mad long you'll be flappin' ya lips just like a ringin' a gong cuz you're talkin-a-under the influence utha beeean and when i add a little cream its a whole new scene/ coffee muthafuckin coffee (muthafuckin coffee) coffee muthafuckin coffee (muthafuckin coffee) it turns my world around keeps me from sinkin down it turns from black to brown when i add a little cream it’s a whole new scene coffee pick me up and never let me down pick me up before i touch the ground
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Speakers 03:38
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SPEAKERS move and move back and forth well I step on the braaakes when I go too faaast when I go too slow I step on the gas Play sum’n funky and turn it up loud Mics move speakers and speakers move crowds We do it to ya in your ear holes, that’s how We did it back then and we got the force again
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Jump For Joy 01:57
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JUMP FOR JOY i wake up in the morning and i jump for joy it’s a brand new day and i’m a baby boy with my mind on my body and my body on my mind, every thing’s gonna work out fine! livin in this big mashed-up mix, they got heads like bricks and it’s hard to fix but I wake up in the morning and I count my lucky stars, cuz I know where the angels are you can find ‘em at the bus stop, lock-pop dance spots, maybe time to time in the dungeons of hip-hop drones and clones forgot about their skins and bones forgot their souls and the heavenly home so I heavily hone the blades of truth bless tracks up in the vocal booth you wake up in the morning and you jump for joy it’s a brand new day and you’re a baby boy loose as a goose is the name of the game and everything’s gonna work out fine so next time you see me, slap me some skin i’m deep in a struggle and I’m dying to win and i’m dying to be strong, my insides are like a see-saw between the funny queer and funny hee-haw can you viva in this backwards beat box? take me back to be-bop where the head is the hop and wake up in the morning and you give it a whirl it’s a brand new day and you’re a baby girl with your mind on your body and your body on your mind everything gotta work out fine at burning man, in the winter of our disco tent, danced our heads straight in a world so bent only to come home after ten days of visions, and find they’ve built a gas pump with a television! When will the groundhog finally see his shadow again, step to the news crew, sayin to them “listen here! I wanna go on larry king live, share the underground knowledge of my groundhog tribe my kind is who you picked to predict the future, whatcha gon do when the prophecy doesn’t suit ya? tellin the truth, chippin yr sweet tooth, bringin the weather report from the vocal booth and i could cry me a river, cause i’m so surprised everything gotta work, everything gotta work, everything gotta work out fine
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the Widow & the Wasp 03:17
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THE WIDOW & THE WASP it all started with a peck on the cheek and then she rendered me unable to speak the blacker the widow the thicker the weave of the web i’m talkin so literal, best believe what i said she spread me out on her bed she said she wanted me dead but for an appetizer, scraped the skin off my head! yeah, you best believe I was a bad bumble bee no rumble in the jungle could humble or tumble me oh, but it’s a tangled web we weave, when we seek to deceive woe is me, the widow put me to sleep (that’s deep) first thing I caught was the tip of my feet the more I fought, the more it stuck to me the harder the struggle the tighter the rap around me for her the hotter the battle the sweeter the victory none the less, i was impressed how she kept a cool head and sunk a poison tooth into the back of my neck! yeah, you best believe… my pulse slowed and i wiggled my toes she wrapped my body up like a burrito (damb bro!) the slower she moved the sooner i wanted to die wished I was a fly so i could close all those eyes but before she claimed her prize, i looked to the side saw a nature channel camera man catch my demise! yeah, you best believe…
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Breath Control 01:59
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BREATH CONTROL tip of the tongue breath control difficult to be bought and sold over the tongue into ya lungs, feel it down in your shoe souls over the tongue into your lungs into your blood stream no need to stress take it in your chest and get your blood clean love that breath, love it fresh need no more, need no less the ins and the outs and the ins and the outs of the breath the outs and the ins and the outs and the ins of the breath the ins and the outs and the ins and the outs of the breath the outs and the ins and the outs and the ins of the breath cause you can live weeks without food days without water seconds without breath seconds without breath
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Old Man Still Got It 03:43
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old man still got it still got it old man still got it still good still got it i been ill since before the kama sutra im about to speak, git the tape cued up before i had hearing aids and a bad hip i used to run a gas station for my grip still good, still got it wind broke my back man gramps nearly bought it still got it still good done with regrettin i did what i should shoulda bin a dead man long time ago but it wasnt in the script so i lived some mo it aint about flippin, aint about fun s'about the word of mouth, passed from father to sun y'ask whos my daddy, i'm a sun of a gon i was there, man when the first phonograph spun it weighed a ton, the speaker was a horn drive in reverse to the year i was born 1923, date escapes me played swing with my brothers the youngest of three played the traps in the band, young G, ornery dad was a preacher, sometimes he cornered me i caught a whippin when i got outta line but i got away with it most of the time but like i always say, crime don't pay sometimes the best you do is keep the wolves at bay some days i thought about my angel and i cried everyday i prayed to jesus up in paradise crime dont pay, prayin paid off imagine if you went to heaven and the gate was locked no sir, i aint goin out like that spirit over matter, thats a matter of fact hell could never be made for me so im gonna search search until i'm free yesterdays a memory tried to let go good times remind me of the earth below my kids and my kids kids continue to grow this aint no rehearsal the show is the show still got it
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Ill Omens 04:53
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ILL OMENS what is to be done with a loaded gun, when the full pale moon reflects the sun? everybody knows it’s gonna blast in the final act, before they draw the curtain and the screen goes black why is it that the wrong track plays back? why’d she dig her own grave, she knew better than that? i guess cute chicks in the slasher flicks can’t hear the violin music, or the death it predicts “Don’t go down there!” crys the crowd, and when the killer creeps up, they screeeam out loud! It had to go down, we could all tell by the violin’s sound she forgot to check the rear view for a clear view of the killer’s face that night, and the director made the film scorer use strings to enhance the horror something just haaad to go down, we could all tell by the violin’s sound couldn’t we? i been known to roll the dice on the 13th night, it ain’t nothin’ nice but I got’s to live life so once on a Friday, without no plans, I picked up the phone, rolled the bones and called my man: bad luck luke, tarot deck in his hand, told me ill winds blew, all across the land he I knew he knew what he was talking about but still I told him “shut ya mouth, man, we goin out!” i swooped him up at the 11th hour, he had a bag a raw meat, he was a tower of power told’m “the game is thick, let’s get to the club quick, the ladies got to love us with our style so slick!” but big plans gave way to hopes gone wrong we stepped into the club and requested a song set our drinks down, hit the dance floor, cut the rug when two large ladies spiked our drinks with drugs! me thinks we made love, woke up in a body glove those angels snatched our keys and drove to heaven above didn’t have to happen, ‘cept we forgot to put the club up upon the steerin wheel, before we stepped into the club, and we requested the dj to play another one bites the dust sum’n just haaad to go wrong, but we just haaaad to hear that song didn’t we? i knew a lady, who came from deluth she caught space waves through a gap in her tooth one day, she caught a bug in her pants, and left town nobody knows where, she ain’t been found she rode a moped given by her late mom the gas tank was small and the roads were long she longed to be gone, let bygones be bygones but sum’n her spine was askew, she felt wrong so she stopped into the home of the crone who read palms who sat and rolled a doobie in a page of the psalms and said “chiiild take a puff, suck it deep in your brain, your weather forecast is a long hard rain, many trials, I prophesize, will pass before your eyes, but for your ob-stackles you’ll be granted a prize, beyond size beyond fact, fiction or lies in the cradle of your hand is where your future lies stitched with suture ties, time flies i know not why you must die so please, before you leave, a last word of advice: beware the juke joint jumpin deep in the night the jockie holds a disc you don’t wanna request you dance to that song, you dance to your death.” and we all know what comes next she forgot to take the keys out of her moped, before she stepped into the shed and she requested the dj to play a song by the Grateful Dead the air was heavy like lead out of the speaker cones “Cassidy” bled didn’t it?
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James Brown 03:17
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JAMES BROWN where were you? When the witch docta first shock’d ya?, and set you free from the sex machine, and bought you a brand new bag? “were you there? can you tell a story to me? cast like a bronze-age oral history?” (peoples) Maaan, I got a gold record deep in my brain To pay a homage to the name of the James james brown died on Christmas day gave back the wiccans what they owned anyways talking bout the longest winter night thinking bout the stringest shade of starlight who triggered the death of the birth of the cool school inspired and fertilized the birth of the bitches’ brew miles caught him live at Newport and he knew what he had to do with a chosen few so where were you? when the witch docta first shock’d ya? and set you free from the sex machine, and bought you a brand new bag? hah, and set you free from the sex machine, and tought you what you didn’t need to buy, ‘cause you already had and gave you a brand new bag wish I coulda seen’m, with my own two peepers heard’m without the help of a screen or speakers danced with the hot pants lady, maybe freaked her sat behind the mixing board, maybe spiked the meters ‘cause man knew how to hurt a microphone with a shriek, now he speaks from the grave through the records he made SO GO TO HEAVEN WITH YOUR BAD SELF, JAMES wish I coulda seen’m put the vibe in the air, out in Zaire, putta shock in don king’s hair “seen the dancers jump higher than the highest ferris wheel at the biggest county fair where you there?” (d.u.s.t.) where you there? can you tell a story to me? cast like a bronze-age oral history? maaan I gotta gold record deep in my brain, to pay a homage to the name of the James an old dog taught a new trick to me a little bird chirped me a history down by the bottom of the deep blue sea waves repeat a mystery, blissfully blister me with lessons of a time missed by me cause my momma hadn’t made me yet family tree hadn’t given it’s shade to me yet I waited forever, to be born at this right time and ever will I lie when it’s my time the same fate awaits us, that befell James so don’t forget to mention his naaaame
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Shout! 02:41
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i must not smoke, I must stay young for years to come i must not stress, That pain’s too harsh across my chest i must not cheat, I must be true my girl’s so sweet so what I’m gon to do? What I’m gon to do? i’m gonna shout! let it out! let it go, let it go tellin you just to let you know i got nothing to hide ‘cept for the dreams that I dream at night but somethin deep inside makes it hard to be polite i might be a rock but i ain’t no star, if we can’t get paid, to be who we are what do we got to do? What do we got to do? we got to shout! let it out! in the street, in the street down in the street that’s where we’ll meet down there in the street we got a right to assembly but babylon picks the block they set up gates and send pigs with mace meanwhile, high above behind glass they heat up he globe and fill the air with ash so what do we got to do? tie a note to a brick: “put a stop to this shit!” and Shout! let it out! let it go, let it go tellin you just to let you know
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Shoutro! 03:42
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'cept for the dreams that i dream at night 333

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This is my rappin'-est record. Also possibly the cleanest, just sayin'.

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released January 1, 2008

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Chris Peck Fairfax, California

Chris Peck has released 25 albums, beginning with his first cassette in 1994.

His most recent release 'Exact Change' is a solo performance album, recorded live to DSD by Alex Rather-Taylor & Miles Wick (of Inward Creature).

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