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CULTURE SHOCK as a mission:

Let's let HIP HOP get back to being HIP HOP.
Let's let EMCEES get back to being EMCEES.
Let's let PEOPLE get back to being THEMSELVES.



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released 11 May 2010

2010.
WRITTEN, PRODUCED & ARRANGED BY GIGIO CORDOVA
BEATS PROVIDED BY DREN DOH, EXCEPT TRACKS 10, 15 & 17 BEATS PROVIDED BY ALL_KEY

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GiGiO San Francisco, California

Gigio Cordova is a 27-year-old emcee of Nicaraguan / Puerto Rican descent based in the San Francisco Bay Area. Consider him a breath of fresh funk to the current state of hip hop.

"Straight cold medina with my own ingredients"
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Track Name: Easier Said
Something funny was in the air, that morning,
he'd let it pass undeclared
if his alarm didn't go off,
he wasn't prepared
Too late, he got bludgeoned by the snares like them there!
Yeah! Right then there,
tears fell, fears faced, abrupt but quite sincere and,
clear as the picture he's never drew,
True, what he could forever do,
but due to whatever, the brother never knew
Stepped outside he tried to walk it off
until his last bit of pride cried out, "Knock it off!"
'Cause he'd been runnin' blind in a race
and for the first time, he felt the sun shine on his face
like OOOOOHH!
Get a grip, homey!
Let it slip, Get on up, Let it rip, homey!
On some half religious type acid trip
Blurred when he heard the words slurred,
"Revolution is a spur of the moment sport, sir, you can't practice it!"
And I'm pretty sure that's accurate, with
visions of his gods spinning in his mental vortex,
Grandfathers & grandmothers, righteous prophets, & war vets
People who existed in him as simple thoughts,
martyred for the children in this sick holocaust,
They came to life right before his very eyes, like
"The fight's living in you, fool, you better recognize!"
Ballin' his fists with his hands in the air,
in the middle of the street like he wasn't standing there,
And some brothers he knew was hollerin',
walkin' up the curb,
haulin' off to work for that dollar, blue collared shirts
Talkin' smack on some backtalk jive, like
"Damn cuzz, you look like you lost yo' goddamn mind!"
He played it sly, just slapped them five on the mackhand side
but they was like, "What's really crackin', man, yo' ass can't lie!
Something's burnin', I can see yo' stomach turnin'!
You all buggin' & hurtin! What? You been puffin' shermin?"
He mighta been dribblin' a bit
but he didn't expect the hardcore to hit him like it did
Wiping the sweat from his brow
Dug deep through the mess in his chest to let it out
Thought he would never know how
but unexpectedly, he said it a loud, He said
"I just want you to see this way!
We can be free! Things ain't gotta be this way!
We all talk about the time, this could be that day!
You want the fire in the dark! Well, we could be that flame!"
They just, look confused like "Yeah that sounds beautiful,
but we gotta get to work and grind on the usual"
It's easier said than done,
so the Revolution's only led by one...

It's easier said than done,
so the Revolution's only led by one...

It's easier said than done
so
the
Revolution's
only
led
by
one
Track Name: Heroes Don't Die
VERSE 1:

Just look at them looking at us, struck
and they musta mistook him as such
'cause they ain't heard of true brothers really hookin' it up
When we usta cook outta of love,
but now they spread thug like it's the new bug,
The Soul of a People put in a clutch, and it's like
the role of a hero's on the hush collecting dust, Rough,
Not enough young bucks with the touch
Too much fluff and sugarpuff for pups,
YUK! I rarely touch the stuff!
Somebody on the up's fucking up
so they resort to joog from other plugs,
Good luck!
No second tries for small fries who trust
any ol' snaggle-toothed crook in a tux,
Callin' on the good book, whadda schmuck!
Never thought I'd find hip hop hoodlums
were corrupted by the Ku Klux, Sucks!
Hold up! What?
You doin' all that for a few bucks? That's unjust!
While I provide the blood rush,
Video footage uncut
Shook up they bluff,
Now they like, "Damn, Gigio, you're untouched!"
Shucks!

CHORUS:
MANY A YEAR WILL GO BY
YET THE THEORY'S STILL DENIED
BUT SHE NEVER TRIED TO FLY
OUT OF FEAR SHE WOULD SURVIVE
STEERING IN HER RIDE
'TILL SHE CAME TO A DIVIDE
AND SAW IT CLEARLY IN THE SKY
HEROES DON'T DIE

VERSE 2:

Yeah, Gotham City's gotten tricky to trot
without getting all hot & sticky from the smog,
It's kinda rotten really
That's when I seen ol' girl by the spot
but she's not as pretty
Her bottom got skinny,
Plus she cracked a dumb joke
She's not as witty
Tried to start a cypher but she lost her train of thought,
what a pity
that she forgot, I had to break her off a penny, like
Okay chickie! You can contradict me
but if heroes did die, that wouldn't stop the clock from ticking!
Dig me? Dug it! Beautiful! Positively,
Chop it with me, We can cop some sticky if you drop a twenty
Before these fucking biters copy whatever's hot this week
"Gigio, start talking sweet!"
Not until I rock this beat!
The cops committee and the congress caucus to target the kiddies
all the way from the suburban parks to the project buildings
Thugs, Revolutionaries, Potheads, Topless hippies,
singing "Rest in Peace Pac & Biggie!"

CHORUS:
MANY A YEAR WILL GO BY
YET THE THEORY'S STILL DENIED
BUT SHE NEVER TRIED TO FLY
OUT OF FEAR SHE WOULD SURVIVE
STEERING IN HER RIDE
'TILL SHE CAME TO A DIVIDE
AND SAW IT CLEARLY IN THE SKY
HEROES DON'T DIE

VERSE 3:

That's when dude dropped, almost felt his juice stop
producing when he snoozed off and missed his cue to do the moonwalk
Drew shock from the crowd when they threw rocks
and how his whole crew flew off
Threw off at how people flip flop
Thought it was about hip hop? Guess not
It's all that who's who & who's not
who's cool & who's hot
Don't let the news confuse you to choose pop
'cause you'll be chewin' that candy until your tooth rots
Went from doo wops to the boombox
transitioned to the television tube accumulating huge knots
but now we on youtube fighting for due props
Speak truth over beat loops for the youth to watch
That's when he started drifting into the boondocks,
A point of no return where very few have walked,
until the night sky caught his eye by surprise at two o'clock
when the people signaled for his help from the rooftop

CHORUS:
MANY A YEAR WILL GO BY
YET THE THEORY'S STILL DENIED
BUT SHE NEVER TRIED TO FLY
OUT OF FEAR SHE WOULD SURVIVE
STEERING IN HER RIDE
'TILL SHE CAME TO A DIVIDE
AND SAW IT CLEARLY IN THE SKY
HEROES DON'T DIE

THEY WON'T DIE ON ME
THEY WON'T DIE ON ME
THEY WON'T DIE ON ME
THEY WON'T DIE ON ME
THEY WON'T DIE ON ME
THEY WON'T DIE ON ME
THEY WON'T DIE ON ME

HEROES
DON'T
DIE
Track Name: Culture Shock
VERSE 1:

Non stop rock shockerz with the hot raucous
Sabotage rotten coppers under block orders
Don Dadda, Swervin' suburban searching for that crop product
You know the Flats got it!
Turn it out!
Workin' the Watchtower!
Spawned turfers from pop lockers
Watch my whole earth turn purple when I burn herbal power
Keep my inner balanced with my outer, in
Northern California
the same way Earl & Todd brought it
Drop knowledge, Everybody at the spot bought it
but got caught cold when they forgot Bambaataa
It's not a problem, I'm about to make the climate drop
& pop whoever planted rocks on my Planet Rock

CHORUS:
COLD OR HOT
I TOLD YA WE WON'T STOP
WE WON'T FOLD OR KNOT
FOR THE LOVE OF HIP HOP
NOW EMBRACE THE CULTURE SHOCK
NOW LET YA BODY ROCK

VERSE 2:

Hip Hop head from the land of dreads
in the world of feds, expanding through our bread
like Uncle Sam hadda fuckin' cannon to our heads, like
"Dance bitch Dance or vanish with the slaves!"
But I don't know how to behave
so my hand is on my nuts when I'm standing for the pledge
Slicks cat in tact, I'm still landing on my legs
if I drop hard, You're not hard
You just crossed over pop hard
Damn shame!
I'm Gigio, baby, Ain't no brand name fame
in my campaign game
Ain't a damn thang changed!
My eyes red with that granddaddy flame
Blazin' fuckin' trainwreck
while cocaine burns holes through brains & cash John McCain checks
Graffiti kids keep the paint handy
Show them your heart and do it big like James Yancey

CHORUS:
COLD OR HOT
I TOLD YA WE WON'T STOP
WE WON'T FOLD OR KNOT
FOR THE LOVE OF HIP HOP
NOW EMBRACE THE CULTURE SHOCK
NOW LET YA BODY ROCK

VERSE 3:

I'm expressing with my full capabilities
Trueschool pulling the wool from visibility
There's a shadow that's been cast by the industry
Got the masses asking, Can it last until the century?
Well if I blast through the centerpiece
and exploded into raw passion, just pass on the energy
Fuck it! We don't need no staff on it
We could do it oldschool and go half on it
Just ask yourself, How bad do you want it?
I'm sick of the lack of action
C'mon man you're bigger than that!
Spirit shouldn't attach rations,
Pitiful sap famine tapped political tact fashion,
Unadmittable, but I riddle through tracks savage
and wreak havoc through intervals invisible to the black dragon
With the infantry sitting in the back of the wagon
Fully equipped, rolling thick as my dad's accent

CHORUS:
COLD OR HOT
I TOLD YA WE WON'T STOP
WE WON'T FOLD OR KNOT
FOR THE LOVE OF HIP HOP
NOW EMBRACE THE CULTURE SHOCK
NOW LET YA BODY ROCK
Track Name: Don't Get Too Juiced
SO YOU PULLED A CAT OUT OF YOUR HAT
HOW ABOUT THAT?
GIVE YOURSELF A PAT ON THE BACK
WOW! YOU'RE ALLOWED TO RAP LOUD?
I BET YOU'RE PROUD OF THE FACT
WHY DON'T YOU GIVE YOURSELF A PAT ON THE BACK
OH NOW YOU THE TRUTH, DUKE
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU FIT THEM SHOES, BRUTE
STEPPING TO THE DARKSIDE WITH SOMETHING TO PROVE, LUKE
THAT'S TOO CUTE
YOU'RE A REAL FUCKING HOOT
BUT YOUR MAGIC TRICKS AIN'T REALLY REAL
DON'T GET TOO JUICED


Rappers everywhere I go
Hello, Salutations!
"Oh shit! I just got my dick licked!"
Congratulations!
Misfits calculating like this rap shit's a picnic
eying my biscuits, all out the mouth, salivating
That's some sick shit,
like "Yo Geeg! I brought the butter!"
Goddammit, not another dipshit
tryna play me like the quick pick
lotto numbers, Y'all are suckers
sellin' out like bottled water
What! You wanna dollar?
Everytime you list a classic lyricist?
Ass-kissing imperialists tryna pass off as purists
Ain't nothing but a tourist
Lingering with an ego
You gringos can't pick up on my lingo
There's nothing to it
Yeah, the crowd is hype but they're all fucking stupid
Trust me, Cupid
It's got nothing to do with your music
Analyze!
It's real magic when I rhyme
Poof! All your fans are mine!
See, I'd rather man the grind
while you stand in line
for that network circle jerk
in Disneyland, Annaheim
Read the sign, No visitors, q****
There's something about Mary at my door dripping jizz from his ear
Knocking like, "Where's Gigio?"
Dude, he isn't here!
He's in the mirror, witha pair of scissors trimming his wizard beard
"That's fucking weird, Anyways, Tell him I need a hand -
job!"
Who's this kid? Peter Pan? Beat it, Scram!
Rappers everywhere I go
everyone I know
Even Steven looked oddjob burying his nose
in some fraud god's blowhole
Meanwhile, the princess ditched royalty for the suave frog
slobbing his knob for a promo
And y'all tryna rob the logo
H**** playing cholos, I'm serving slobber knockers, OH NO!
There's no tricks up my sleeve
No sticks in my weed,
No chicks on my cheese,
Please! Your David Blaine face is wack
If you can't lace the facts then just trace the map
You hella edited! Funny wires & safey nets?
But it's bigfoot tracks over babysteps and you don't make me sweat
The average retard will have your batteries charged
but don't come in my yard 'cause it don't matter to me, dawg
You gotta big head for sucha delicate neck
Walk back a step, My mic check is an exceptional wreck
No props, no techies, or deceptional sets
Associated Fresh, no special effects

SO YOU PULLED A CAT OUT OF YOUR HAT
HOW ABOUT THAT?
GIVE YOURSELF A PAT ON THE BACK
WOW! YOU'RE ALLOWED TO RAP LOUD?
I BET YOU'RE PROUD OF THE FACT
FUCK IT! I'LL GIVE YOU A PAT ON THE BACK
OH SO YOU THE TRUTH, DUKE
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU FIT THEM SHOES, BRUTE
STEPPING TO THE DARKSIDE WITH SOMETHING TO PROVE, LUKE
THAT'S TOO CUTE
YOU'RE A REAL FUCKING HOOT
BUT YOUR MAGIC TRICKS ARE PISSING ME OFF
DON'T GET TOO JUICED
Track Name: New Jack City
VERSE 1:

New jack! New jack!
What's up new jack!
You can't hack the after effect of a fucking boombap
Shred your whole intellect,
Beat down your rhyme schemes
Make you scream like ice cream
Metaphors missile flex
Pencil neck eraserhead
wasting your lead
placing the wire under his waist,
I bet you're lacing the feds
I ain't illin', it ain't beef, I simply cold don't feel 'em
I oughtta drill 'em
"Wait a minute, Gigio, don't kill 'em!"

CHORUS:
TURN IT UP!
TURN IT UP!
AS WE LURK FURTHER FOR WORK, I MURK IT UP
I MURK IT UP!
WATCH! I MURK IT UP!
SUCKAS AIN'T WANT IT WITH THAT REAL HIGH CALIBER

VERSE 2:

So many new jacks, it's new jack city
So many assholes, it's outta control, where's the soul?
So many rappers, so little style
Plus these old ass rappers selling candy to little kids like pedophiles
but this here rap ain't about the ol' timers
Most rhymers is Joe Schmo's, no flows, I'll eat the whole lineup
Hip hop is like little league, softball
but where the fuck you gonna be at when it all falls?

CHORUS:
TURN IT UP!
TURN IT UP!
AS WE LURK FURTHER FOR WORK, I MURK IT UP
I MURK IT UP!
WATCH! I MURK IT UP!
SUCKAS AIN'T WANT IT WITH THAT REAL HIGH CALIBER
SUCKAS AIN'T WANT IT, I BRING PAIN TO CHALLENGERS
EMCEES AIN'T GOT STYLES LIKE THEY USED TA'
WATCH THE FLOCK OF SHEEP TUMBLE DOWNHILL STEEP
(Your beats cost a lotta money but they sound real cheap)

VERSE 3:

Don't get it twisted, I'm a new jack too!
And the future's gon' shift where the new jacks move
I ain't tryna hault you, boy, I'm new jack smooth
but if you gotta problem with me then I'll eat your new jack crew
I'm just puttin' it out there, if you care
and if you dare
take your foot out your mouth,
Beware, Prepare!
'Cause y'all have yet to feel the Scorpion Sting
I'm on some raw get-on-your-head, no corporate schemes
You beckonin' hecka, ease up
Kept your weapon next to your visa
like it ain't separate 'cause it's sacred
but that's what's getting you beat up
Check your demeanor, 'cause you crept up like you slept through a seizure
What the fuck do you expect soon as you step in the arena?
I'm too hard without a business card
Tear your ligaments like it's privilege to spar
You livin' in the dark but now you seein' polka dots
Looks like you caught a severe case of Culture Shock

CHORUS:
TURN IT UP!
TURN IT UP!
AS WE LURK FURTHER FOR WORK, I MURK IT UP
I MURK IT UP!
WATCH! I MURK IT UP!
SUCKAS AIN'T WANT IT WITH THAT REAL HIGH CALIBER
SUCKAS AIN'T WANT IT, I BRING PAIN TO CHALLENGERS
EMCEES AIN'T GOT STYLES LIKE THEY USED TA'
WATCH THE FLOCK OF SHEEP TUMBLE DOWNHILL STEEP
(Your beats cost a lotta money but they sound real cheap)
Track Name: hard: Redefined
Redefine the mind
Tweak! There, my design's refined
Turn the system over with these kinda rhymes
Like you wasn't hard witha nine-to-five grind
Take it easy, here's some papers that you need to sign
Oughtta read the signs like line by line
Misleading 'till you see the swine laughing like it's feeding time
Will I resign from the bassline?
Like other brothers chasing fine felines
to taste that prime piece of behind?
Hmm, Sounds like a waste of time
I decline, like a visa freezing up
Jesus, emcees is cheesy as fuck
like MTV pimps each vamp & tempts these trends, I'm stuck
but y'all the ones gettin' ya bucks snuck, man, that sucks for ya
99 percent of rappers are gettin' fucked over
The industry is foreign territory
Catch Culture Shock there, player, man that's a fair warning!

It's So
Hard like Big Punisher
A sick son-of-a, Hush,
I'd like to know now, which one of ya
thinks he dumb enough to write a rap about G?
Ain't no fixed uppercut rigged this big brother funk
Gut you pigs like swisher blunts,
The fuck you want?
Shittin' on bitter punks
Hit 'em with another one
Easy to be hard
when they're passin' out free cards
Don't even need ID, thus far
Perhaps I shouldn't be so hard
on your fake TV scars
but I don't even see these retards on my G-Dar
Gotta wonder, what makes a man a man
if he's gotta shake hands and dance just to pay the rent
Y'all keep it in the club
The strip club, the night club, or that secret meeting club
I don't give a fuck

Man I'm hard with a piece of knowledge
Hard because I work hard and won't let these devils squeeze my wallet
Hard without a tattoo
Peepin' the scene from afar on a higher plateau
but not the highest one, not without the world's people
could I even reach it 'cause I too am above and below evil
but recognition is the first step
You can't be hard if you're hardheaded, you'll never surface debt
I'm tryna travel the earth, I know I'm imperfect
but I'd be a nervous wreck without some self respect
Hard without touching a gun
like the indigenous roots, making nothing to something
Track Name: Agent
VERSE 1:

I don't think they feelin' us
(Why's that?)
'Cause when I bust,
the room temperature's in my clutch
and I'm hotness, but his optics
speak like, he didn't feel the rush
Stickin' out like a sore thumb in a boxing match
like I was on some "go dumb & retarded" act
but got mad when he saw the cat
launch the trap on these rats
It's all bad,
His hollow head swallowed up the past
He thought he was the first one whoever brought it back
HA! Watch the whole crowd react!
But peep the agent in the back, like
"I ain't gotta clap!"
True that! But if we cross paths, you ain't gotta dap
I checked him out with his "fight the power & say it louder" raps
I just didn't believe him
Hit this weed then!
"Oh man can't fuck with it!"
You scared to hit this?
This prick planted a chip, Can I get a witness???

CHORUS:
INFILTRATION! I CALL INFILTRATION!
BY THE WAY THAT HE WAS PACIN' SHOULDA SHOWN THE INDICATIONS
UP IN THE HEADQUARTERS LIKE IT'S OPEN INVITATION
SHOULDA KNOWN YOU WAS AN AGENT

VERSE 2:

The fuck you think? My nuts are pink?
I ain't gonna touch the drink and go against my gut instincts
And my nose knows that something stinks,
it's gotta be your butt,
you know what? Come to think
you're a fucking jinx, you smutz
On any sudden blink while you're pissing in the kitchen sink,
I might unveil the missing link
Fresh up out the shrink wrap
Yeah! And straight session on these dingbats
Gigio's hot on the tracks like, hired private eyes
While the rise of expiring lives is privatized
I tried to ride the tide from lies
and guys disguised as allies, whom I despise
"Thank you, sir!"
No, the pleasure's all mine, I'm highly obliged
to blow your mind on the daily deed
Palm to the face, Daily reads
Shake the baby cradle out the tree
Real heroes stay unseen!

CHORUS:
INFILTRATION! I CALL INFILTRATION!
BY THE WAY THAT HE WAS PACIN' SHOULDA SHOWN THE INDICATIONS
UP IN THE HEADQUARTERS LIKE IT'S OPEN INVITATION
SHOULDA KNOWN YOU WAS AN AGENT

INFILTRATION! I CALL INFILTRATION!
BY THE WAY THAT HE WAS PACIN' SHOULDA SHOWN THE INDICATIONS
UP IN THE HEADQUARTERS LIKE IT'S OPEN INVITATION
SHOULDA KNOWN YOU WAS AN AGENT

VERSE 3:

Yeah, I ain't trust you for nathan, because you be hatin'
You must be an agent, givin' up information about my brother's engagements
It's your fakin' fluxuation that's frustrating
for me to untangle,
You hella rusty like the dust in my basement
And when I'm, politicin' you cut in my conversation
like you my cousin, but you ugly, and we ain't fuckin' related
Unless we on them, CDs for your money occasions,
I'm crushin' you raisins, I'm bustin' your face in, you crusty crustacean
You crabby ass fuck, You ol' shrimp witha gimp pimp limp
Actin' like Clint in a window tint rent Flint
You Sim City simp, I'm an independent prince
Imprint my indent on you wimps, whose heads is bigger than blimps
Struts his stuff like Rakim
but wears that black blazer with the button up like he's watchin'
Fuck it, the minute he stumbles up, I'm-a drop him
and take out everyone of them pop singers in his top ten

CHORUS:
INFILTRATION! I CALL INFILTRATION!
BY THE WAY THAT HE WAS PACIN' SHOULDA SHOWN THE INDICATIONS
UP IN THE HEADQUARTERS LIKE IT'S OPEN INVITATION
SHOULDA KNOWN YOU WAS AN AGENT

INFILTRATION! I CALL INFILTRATION!
BY THE WAY THAT HE WAS PACIN' SHOULDA SHOWN THE INDICATIONS
UP IN THE HEADQUARTERS LIKE IT'S OPEN INVITATION
SHOULDA KNOWN YOU WAS AN AGENT
Track Name: Chasin' UFOz
VERSE 1:

Let's get lost in the country
Devise the hardcore for these soft brittle yuppies,
Holdin' a cross dodgin' zombies
in a Humvee, where babies are born hospital junkies
Addicted to sick, hungry, God's little monkeys
Satan's little worker bees, Bush's little caskets
I'm in the ruins of an ancient temple cookin' up some classic shit
Surrounded by masonic symbols
so they hit me with that, "I'm tryna buy some chronic lingo!"
On some, "Brother man, help me out!"
The situation is so far-gone, you don't even know
And if this is the new Egypt, then let my people go
They said, "Who are you? Moses?"
NO! I'm Gigio!

CHORUS:
AND I WON'T STOP 'TILL THE TRUTH'S EXPOSED
LIVING INSIDE THE DARKNESS WITH A NEW JACK GLOW
CREPT LOW WHERE DEATH TOLLS, VERY FEW GET CLOSE
TRUCKIN' AROUND THE GLOBE CHASING UFOZ
CHASIN' UFOZ
CHASIN' UFOZ
GOTTA BEAT FROM DREN DOH
FOR THE SOLDIERS WHO DIED CHASIN' UFOZ

VERSE 2:

I am a tiny cancer in the spine of a monster man-made master designed
to crush all it can clutch its slimy hands on
And in the eyes of mindless bastards,
climbing the ladder is through the marriage of crime & glamour
but money don't buy me answers
So I grind in an untimely manner,
Rhyming stanzas half way into meditative chants of mantras
like "Ohm!"
When I'm on the microphone, psychic signs channeled
Too divine to handle, I can blind the cameras
Fools, keep ya hands up!
Girls, keep ya hiney pants on!
After the Revolution, you can be my tiny dancer,
Am I a rebel? Of course,
but I'm more of a devil of sorts, straight up level the source
and kick a brand new weather report
Y'all felons for the sport
We rebellin' to the core
Adventuring frontiers Magellan would never explore
With hard shit they ain't sellin' in the stores
Chasin' UFOz and I'm hella ignored!

CHORUS:
AND I WON'T STOP 'TILL THE TRUTH'S EXPOSED
LIVING INSIDE THE DARKNESS WITH A NEW JACK GLOW
CREPT LOW WHERE DEATH TOLLS, VERY FEW GET CLOSE
TRUCKIN' AROUND THE GLOBE CHASING UFOZ
CHASIN' UFOZ
CHASIN' UFOZ
PUT YA HANDS UP 'CAUSE I SAID SO
FOR THE PROPHETS WHO DIED CHASING UFOZ

VERSE 3:

As we move through space,
Two-thousand-and-eight produced a new goose chase,
I gotta golden egg and a suitcase,
Not so fast, keep your moonboots laced
You flew too late when you knew you couldn't cruise through - safe,
Rockin' over trueschool bass
in the Grassy Knolls on the mic, hype, prune juice face
like UGH! I ain't the only seeker
Call me the Gatekeeper, Travel without a foreign VISA
And I already told you h***, I ain't no Sunday morning preacher
Saving the world with a rebel b**** named Sigourney Weaver
And she's righteous and she fights for the cause
just like I'm a, truth soldier with the mic in my paws
And this gruesome murder scene ain't ya regular hit-n-run
They gotta body, they gotta killer, but where's the smokin' gun?
You gotta clue? You can apply right here
I guarantee, you think you know, but you got no idea

CHORUS:
AND I WON'T STOP 'TILL THE TRUTH'S EXPOSED
LIVING INSIDE THE DARKNESS WITH A NEW JACK GLOW
CREPT LOW WHERE DEATH TOLLS, VERY FEW GET CLOSE
TRUCKIN' AROUND THE GLOBE CHASING UFOZ
CHASIN' UFOZ
CHASIN' UFOZ
AND I WILL NEVER LET GO
FOR THE CHILDREN WHO DIED CHASING UFOZ
Track Name: Sophisticated RMX
VERSE 1:

Excuse my manners, I'm hella dirty grimey
Might be kinda raw if you're all pearly & shiney
Never heard me, kindly enough, you'd surely slight me
like the type to not be on your level
You ain't a rebel,
You a close minded pebble stuck on the early ninety's
And I woulda been real, at least back then
But could he be a beast rappin' if he ceased to seek a piece of that satisfaction?
In this day & age, mothafuckas is cutthroats
If you ain't in it for the fame & bluntsmoke, then what do you hustle fo'?
Hold up, lemme unload
Sometimes I bust flows just to come dope
Sometimes I feel like writing a story
and if it's something I like, it's tight, despite you ignoring me
Like the almighty authority
in tune with the majority, but you rock the mic poorly
And get sore soon as I strike accordingly
Press record and execute hype appropriately
The climate's exceedingly colder
and you keep making excuses for rhyming mediocre
Wow! You're so politically correct
Goddamn! Tie me up and tickle me to death
You gotta cause, I got one too, but you'd never know
Coulda squaded up but you think you're SOOO

CHORUS:
SO SOPHISTICATED
YEA, YOU WAY TOO SOPHISTICATED,
AIN'T YOU?
SO YOU GOT IT ALL ESTIMATED,
SOUL'S OVERRATED, HIP HOP IS OUTDATED
'CAUSE YOU'RE JUST SO SOPHISTICATED
YEA, YOU WAY TOO SOPHISTICATED,
AIN'T YOU?

VERSE 2:

So hip hop ain't a big enough box to fit your ego in,
but it sure is a fine stepping stone
Devilish clones embezzled the soul, found a vessel through the metronome, trespassing soil
Fake pro-people, plus fedora hats
Button downs and slacks, noses up, you know them sorta cats
Lackluster raps about the struggle ain't about a thang
Lookin' at me like I'm the mangy mutt that ain't house trained
Like you was too cool for trueschool
Too civilized for rap, you're a full-time poet
Except whenever it's convenient
You talk about the art like you're tryna redeem it
From here on out, I'm crushing all cyphers
Didn't know you was fuckin' with the raw micro-
phone controller, laughing at biters with Dren Doh
Turned your back on rap 'cause you think you're SOOO

CHORUS:
SO SOPHISTICATED
YEA, YOU WAY TOO SOPHISTICATED,
AIN'T YOU?
SO YOU GOT IT ALL ESTIMATED,
SOUL'S OVERRATED, HIP HOP IS OUTDATED
'CAUSE YOU'RE JUST SO SOPHISTICATED
YEA, YOU WAY TOO SOPHISTICATED,
AIN'T YOU?

COULDA SQUADED UP BUT YOU THINK YOU'RE SOOO!
Track Name: Manchild
YOU GOT THE POWER, OH!
YOU GOT THE POWER, OH!
YOU GOT THE POWER, OH!

One of the last dopest babies born in the 80s, but no crack in my veins
and no cracks in my past
You shouldn't have to ask
You could track his fame to the exact same
Central American turmoil, via Regan cocaine
And a history that stretches to the days of Spain
A young lady nine months pregnant with her back in pain
Bouncing baby boy with a lot on his brain
All it took was two going half on a name
Gigio, Dreaming about changing the world
with a box of crayola crayons until people overstand
But somebody ugly musta known my plans
'cause now they only want my money, dummy payola for the spins
Even though my love is gold and I could mold it into man
I just didn't know at the time a soul could be so cold, Damn!
Show some love like you ain't had it in a while
or put it on a wall like Wildstyle,
It's the Manchild!

YOU'RE A PRESENT FROM THE HEAVENS
OH YOU CAPTIVATE ME
YOU'RE A PRESENT FROM THE HEAVENS
OH YOU CAPTIVATE ME

So y'all gotta hear me out, from here on out,
I'm airin' out my whereabouts,
I know my fans listen
but who's really on the same wave picking up my transmission,
Clear it out,
Veering through the static like a steering wheel in traffic,
Cheering him through the madness,
The facility's nearing its capacity
but we a buncha rebels, we can work it outside
It's un-ordained fame, but the name's certified
And I don't need to write a book about my life
'cause every adventure that I've entered,
I took it to the mic
So maybe you can tell me what it's looking like
or be that tyke at the dead end on some shoulda-woulda-coulda hype

So what it boils down to is a boy grounded to
a town of toil until he dug around and found oil
underneath his feet, sweet as something like this beat
but peep the vultures come to eat when they seen the meat between his teeth
In the face of leaders who disgrace the people,
misbehaving deeper, in the 6th grade, I disobeyed the teacher
She underestimated, ignoring me, but that's okay
'cause I don't relate to authority any-mothafucking-way
Just let me do my thang, steady through the rain,
Give me a little space, up my sleeve where I hid a little ace
Look at his little face, Zoraida's first grandchild
The Manchild

YOU GOT THE POWER, OH!
YOU GOT THE POWER, OH!
YOU GOT THE POWER, OH!
YOU GOT THE POWER, OH!

And watch 'em hurry early through the gates
into the stadium, worrying about the stakes
While you burning one with some dirty girlies at the lake
I was meditating backstage with chicken curry on my plate
Fight night hella hype, headline turning out the place
The Manchild vs. the Manchurian candidate
Exited Church, now you can meet me at the World Court
Lured her toward the fort, the raw energy made her toes curl
and her brother said he ain't never felt his blood rush before
Excalibur, the only king who could touch the sword
and pull it from stone, Give it a home
All_Key on the beat, Gigio on the microphone
Over a swarm of screaming fans wild
experiencing Culture Shock from the Manchild
Track Name: Slam Poetry
Emcee fellas is hella culo
Caught up living Spanish novelas on Telemundo
Couldn't ever tell them fools though,
They melons swellin', baloons go
POP!, Look what happened in El Segundo!
Got busted for they wallet,
Steppin' to the mic like some type of whatchamacallit
or thingamajig, Bring 'em and deliver
Ain't doin' shit with yo' finger on the trigger
Now which part of the lingo you didn't pick up?
Stepping on stage and started singing with the hiccups
Gotta frog in ya throat? Cat got ya tongue?
Don't just stand there witha bland stare, son
Hawk up somethin'!
Oh you musta left your skills at home
Culture Shock is served best with shivering chills to the bone
Take a look around,
Haters, Book him now, Tried to play him for a clown
'till he straight up shook 'em down
Expand globally from the lab locally
whether he busts his ass, drives cabs, or bags groceries
It ain't the glam social scene or the Klan overseers
I crush spoken word whenever I slam poetry
Track Name: Pieces Behind
PART 1.

Is the world as big as it really looks on TV?
If it is, I'd feel silly every time I pushed a CD
Now clearly, my output's in sincerity
Read minds like a book, deeply
I don't cheat, but if the jook was filthy and way too easy,
wouldn't we be
crooks guilty merely for a hook up on some free "free"?
So look in the nooks then you'll see me
Or at least see the reason why I grind
It's a dream of mine to shine for the means of mankind
while my peak was at its prime
I'd leave without a dime,
Without a dime,
and leave all my pieces behind

Yeah, and leave all my pieces behind
'cause there's life after death, it's a thesis of mine
Peaceful in mind of people,
Cerebral mind designed to break through all evil,
Free the blind with three eyes combined
as I leave behind a sign of three nines,
while she wheezed, "Lord Jesus, these are the times!"
If these are the times, then we're asleep in a bind
'cause time is a rhyme scheme science can't even define
Existence is unreal, so reach for the skies
above this minimalist fence and cleanse the demons inside
And leave all your pieces behind
'cause there's life after death, it's a thesis of mine
It may seem sublime, but it's easy to find
at least a peace of mind,
Don't let the blockage reared as reason lead you to decline
It's all real like dejavu,
Ain't you ever once ate lunch off a hunch?
Or at least seem to agree with the chimes
that were going off inside ya mind sending sprees down ya spine
If ever you needed a reason, I'd leave without a dime
Without a dime, and leave all my pieces behind

And we'll leave all our pieces behind
'cause there's life after death, it's a thesis of mine
Like it or not, but just as wine seasons with time
so the shell cracks which held back
the inner-being from flying
You can see he's clean by design
and he won't get muddied up by petty stuff...

PART 2.

'Cause we'll leave all our pieces behind,
including the scenes from our dreams that were freakish by design,
Felt sleezy when Evil teased me with her freaky behind,
Kinda keeps you from tryin' to even reach the beyond
I seen 'em stampeding beasts for miles
but I'm competing with style,
they sought weakness from my kindness
but I'm signed with the three nines
while you slipped into this triple six fix in this digital mix abyss
Ignorant bliss kissed off the cast of Survivor,
but I'm fast as a viper,
and I don't sulk in this miserable piss shit hissy fit
and that's an oath on some spiritual spit tip
More growth, getta grip!
Track Name: GGORAPS
Who really begun the chapter?
Hyphy-ly ever after, one million and one rappers
I hope you know the ledge
or are you the rodent with the roach's legs, sugar coated for the feds?
I'm soaking in the weed smoke odor while you go to bed,
decoding the web, rhymes floating in my head
Grabbed that one, pulled you closer to the edge
Haymakers to naysayers who'll probably quote me when I'm dead
but I'd rather go hard on a fucking happy meal,
while you're packing steel picking daffodils in Vacaville
"Uh, what's his last name?
Did something wicked come or was it of exact change?"
Shoo fly, watch you buzzin' at, mayn!
Might catch a fucking rap if you wanna act strange,
Marijuana sack flamed while your thizz pill dissolves,
Before the pigs get us all, we got some issues to solve
Cats reppin' the Flats fucked up
with gats, weapons, & straps
but you cats is better than that, buck up!
I'm the nerd superstar bullies don't wanna fool with,
Shittin' in the stalls, while you tryna be one of the Cool Kids,
or Kidz in the Hall, really y'all some teacher's pets
but we the new cadets in the future next
like some featured vets
Keep the streets in check out in Vancouver
and dead rumors,
Spew this new shit through a camcorder
in the studio,
Panhandlers can't loiter,
Man to man, I'll destroy ya
And tell you about the Flats,
tell you about the Bay,
when the fella came up out the back,
get the hell up out my way
Y'all don't really wanna play
"GIGIO, I LOVE YOU!"
That's what you really wanna say

YEAH DA DA DA DO DO DOO
ONE TOO MANY STYLES FOR YOUR CREW-OOH-OHH

BEEP BEEP!

SHE SEEN ME IN MY KIA SCRATCHED
SHE WAS READING FROM THE BACK
LICENSE PLATE, GGORAPS
AND NOW SHE WANNA G ME FOR MY STACKS
BREEZY, BE EASY WITH THAT
THAT AIN'T HOW GIGIO RAPS
SOME OVERNIGHT ROOKIE SAYS HE NEEDS ME ON A TRACK
BUT NO HALF ASS SLAP WILL CATCH GIGIO RAPS
JUST SMOKE SOME FUCKIN' WEED & RELAX
WHILE I TEACH YOU ABOUT THE FLATS
WITH THESE GIGIO RAPS

SUPER RAP SKILLS PEELING YO' CAP
CULTURE SHOCK, YOU KNOW THE CD IS FAT
GO WRITE YOUR OWN SHIT, HOMEY, QUIT BITING GIGIO RAPS
AND LET GIGIO RAP....
Track Name: No More Mac's (version 4)
No more Mac's,
just ol' folklore raps accounting scoreboard stats
Came and went with the "Oh Lord" chants
but nobody seen it coming like a world war attack
Like the knife in the coke lord's back
Searched for 'em every forum on the award tour and back
But still, we had the whole floor packed
and I think I saw a mural on some dope whore's tat
Or was I just an early bird?
Teaching the purty girls dirty words
that I picked up
spending weekends at Bernie's,
so you can imagine how it turned me
to see my man leaving on a gurney,
which means, another lonely season on this journey,
Guess I had it too easy when they'd lead me through the fury,
the struggle, the hustle, though they'd tease me 'cause I was learning,
I felt the love though,
Now fools is cutthroats!
But I'm still hip hop wearing socks fulla holes,
back when it was hot on the block 'till it got gutter cold,
Now it's noodle soup in the pot colored mold
No more Chefs cooking Hot Buttered Soul,
What was once the funk spun my tongue foul-mannered
power to punch out the camera
and run down rappers
but now that Pun's down, it's all gunpowder chatter
Bubblegum brain bastards made of clam chowder splatter
Y'all some out of work actors,
rungs on a ladder
with some funny style tactics, type Kung Pao panda
but I still feel the chills when Richard rung out laughter
on the screen like a ghost jumped out at ya
No more Mac's, No more kings
Just Dre Hicks spreading his wings witha dopeboy lean
He used to dance as easy as the Champ,
Guess he was too big to keep the genie in the lamp

REST IN PEACE
BERNIE MAC
ISAAC HAYES
MAC DRE
GEORGE CARLIN
BO DIDDLY
HEATH LEDGER
RICHARD PRYOR
BIG PUN
JAMES BROWN
RODNEY DANGERFIELD
ODB
CHRIS FARLEY
JOHN CANDY
REDD FOXX
PHIL HARTMAN
ANDY KAUFMAN
MARLON BRANDO
OTIS REDDING
BUFFY THE HUMAN BEATBOX
& JOHNNY CASH
Track Name: My Stars
VERSE 1:

Let me show you my connection
My oral inflections should be explored with affection
'Twas his stars that showed him the direction
out the forest, where he was hording all his blessings
And my discourse is more than Porsche's or flexing necklaces
like that's all there is and no exit
Because my stars showed me more like morals and intellection
Life is a long drive, so don't quarrel with the next man,
just move toward the intersection
And this here is protected
without the eye of Horus, just my eyes on the Heavens
Touring the nation,
Tryna find the correlation
between life's mysteries and the G.O.D.,
and this is my spiritual orientation,
I was told to contain it, but couldn't hold it in detainment,
it arose from the deepest depths like a rose in the pavement
When he spoke, you could see his breath, it was so substantial
And I never had to cheat a test
While mom was at Food For Less,
I found Free For Less,
You got the block, I got love on lock, now that's success
God bless!, Ah yes!
Gigio synonymous with joy, the way your eyes lit up
When you hit up this new get up I'm on,
Turn that shit up
Pull the Devil out ya,
Feel the burn like sit ups

CHORUS:
AND THESE ARE MY STARS
YOU CAN'T TAKE AWAY
AND THESE ARE MY STARS
THEY WON'T BREAK AWAY
AND THESE ARE MY STARS
AND IT'S SAFE TO SAY
THEY'RE HERE TO STAY
SAVE 'EM UP FOR A RAINY DAY
AND ON THAT RAINY DAY
I'LL PULL MY STARS OUT AND
TELL THE RICH MAN, PUT YOUR KARMA WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS
I'LL TELL THE RICH MAN, PUT YOUR KARMA WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS
YEAH I'LL TELL THE RICH MAN, PUT YOUR KARMA WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS

VERSE 2:

Collect your stars, sunny
Watch it stack up like street money
Don't play that deck of cards funny
'cause the beat maybe hecka hard and funky
but act up, watch your stars turn to monkeys
My spaceship is dripped out in honey
Draped up in sunshine
I wipe her down witha babywipe
and I maybe crazy tryna hustle day-n-night
but I double up when you pay me twice
I see a lotta fake players tryna shine
They want the stars in the sky, but they ain't tryna grind
Like this young punk said he bought a star on the internet
Getting his money up, so he can get ahead
Talkin' about gettin' head, yeah, but you gotta lift ya head
and rock like a do-gooder to 'em
'cause they swallow that medicine witha spoonful of sugar
That's why Gigio's a pimp in a room fulla hookers

CHORUS:
AND THESE ARE MY STARS
YOU CAN'T TAKE AWAY
AND THESE ARE MY STARS
THEY WON'T BREAK AWAY
AND THESE ARE MY STARS
AND IT'S SAFE TO SAY
THEY'RE HERE TO STAY
SAVE 'EM UP FOR A RAINY DAY
AND ON THAT RAINY DAY
I'LL PULL MY STARS OUT AND
TELL THE RICH MAN, PUT YOUR KARMA WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS
I'LL TELL THE RICH MAN, PUT YOUR KARMA WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS
YEAH I'LL TELL THE RICH MAN, PUT YOUR KARMA WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS

VERSE 3:

Yo, Live Life or Die Trying,
Go hard on 'em, Get Right Inside, pilot
Too many drinking that sugar-cyanide hybrid
Blinded and silent,
but finally hear the sirens in sight of Zion,
Damn shame,
so now I'm on a different campaign,
Your platform is lukewarm,
My stars perform like lobbyists lobbyin',
Keep friends in high places
and stay tight like fat laces,
And don't forget the faces
that look to you for inspiration
I tell 'em your vote counts
They show me love, I show them the bounce
I hold 'em down,
Follow your soul and don't listen to what these polls announce
'Cause you already know what goes around,
That's an old line
Showed 'em my heart, like what's that?
That's a goldmine
Be cool like icicle frost
My stars are aligned like Jesus Christ died on the cross
Read into your life and rewrite it until it makes sense
See it through your own lenses with no appendage
or apprentice,
Or you can quote God 'till it flows better
A lotta fools quote Darwin, but we know better
Track Name: Don't Count Out The Flats
VERSE 1:

Don't count out the kid
Young man now, all about his biz
Catch him around splitting twigs,
Smoking blunts, not cigs
Ya dig?
Dig it, I said, Don't count out the kid
(Say what?)
I said, Don't count out the kid
Holding it down on the grounds where he lives
and you'll never find a small town as big
Keeps you guessin'
Lessons learned since I was prepubescent
through adolescence,
Still remember freshman year
Kwaume,
He sat behind me,
Biology class,
Big smile,
Said he wanted to be an architect
Seven years ago, but it's hard to forget
'cause I realized my innocence wasn't untouchable
Some lady told me, "Did you know God loves you?"
Of course, He does, I'm hella lovable
Don't count me out!

CHORUS:
DON'T COUNT ME OUT SO SUDDENLY
WITHOUT SEEING ME WORK IT
YOU BETTER SAVE SOME ROOM FOR ME

VERSE 2:

Don't count out the Flats
(SAY WHAT)
Homey, don't count out the Flats
Why you doggin' on my town like that?
Nah, it don't go down like that
Cuzz, we don't play around like that
I see my folks from back then, I give 'em pounds like that
Beast with my mouthpiece, I lay it down like that
Slap it in the whip and it sounds so fat
So don't count out the Flats
And don't count out Matt
Got me spun since I found about Matt
22 year old city councilman, how about that?
Dreams of being mayor,
It seemed so unfair
We needed him here,
I keep him in my prayer,
Is my people out there?
I want y'all to feel me
Just hold down the Field, G
and don't count me out!


CHORUS:
DON'T COUNT ME OUT SO SUDDENLY
WITHOUT SEEING ME WORK IT
YOU BETTER SAVE SOME ROOM FOR ME

VERSE 3:

Don't count out the Field
(Say what?)
I said, don't count out the Field
Don't drown out the real
You said you ain't proud of the Field, for real?
We make meals with crumbs in the cupboard
but it's all love from the slum to the suburb,
in this teakettle,
Meltin' pot, stars turn stains turn echoes
So don't count out Ian Netto
Don't count out Ian Netto,
like my pebble in the rough, she was something quite special
Dusted her off and she's a real ruby
Shining like a star in the night, raw beauty
So don't count out the Suiys,
We looney, We stuey,
But we drop game like true G's,
Out here in the Seven-Oh,
Fairfield Falcons, Armijo Indians,
chiefin' like Seminoles,
build a community,
Shit be kinda sick but we heal through immunity
Push the movement through unity
with these powerhouse raps

And we ain't got no reason
to get left behind, Oh no!
I found something to believe in,
I can see the signs,
Don't count me out!
Don't count me out!


CHORUS:
DON'T COUNT ME OUT SO SUDDENLY
WITHOUT SEEING ME WORK IT
YOU BETTER SAVE SOME ROOM FOR ME
Track Name: The Answers
VERSE 1:

The human mind is impressionable
Dangerous, sci-fi parable potential
May I decline if I find these lines questionable?
Butterflies to the fire, blind & unethical
Imagine what you believe is preconceived
on paths that other people lead
like your only reason to breathe?
That's when tradition can be a lethal seed
Children of God wildin' out like they seeking reasons to bleed
Ideology, creating policy, whadda fallacy
My apologies if you're mad at me
You could follow me, You could laugh at me
Either way, it wouldn't matter as long as I keep stride for the family
but understand, no man can be a Holy Man
Nobody can control me, man, Trust me, you don't know me, man
I ain't appalled by your train of thought
I take it all witha grain of salt
I play the wall but I stay involved
and I could almost drift
but it's sick how suckas get they kicks off the chokehold grip
So whether it's with the clique or that solo shtick,
I've seen enough to admit that I don't know shit
And neither do you,
but do I gotta feed it to you
and brainwash you?
Dress it up like Jesus for you
and double-cross you...

CHORUS:
AND I CAN HARDLY PROVIDE
ANSWERS FOR THE PEOPLE THAT THE PARTY DIVIDES

VERSE 2:

My soul has no color
I shine all the time, you know that's that brother
Black & white is cool,
I'm about to get heavy and you was packing light for school,
Quit acting like a fool,
Rolling with the chosen few, Got your passage rites confused
I'm never satisfied, I have an appetite for truth
And you can't provide the proof
or possess the knowledge of God,
so we come to our downfall when we polish the fraud,
so swallow it hard,
There's only one man, one woman
Culture is to be treasured,
Race is an institution,
Religion ain't a ticket to Heaven,
I know, it's all confusing
when we praying for Armageddon
when we need some Revolution,
So can I get a Amin or a Amen?
Take in what you left out,
We all chasing the same thing
They say it's a copout if the clan you claim is human
but the day we had to choose sides is when we came to ruins
but who am I to even preach to the huddle?
But who are they to put us beneath them and keep us from the rebuttal
Tower of Babel, knee deep in the struggle
'till we realize we each gotta piece of the puzzle

CHORUS:
AND I CAN HARDLY PROVIDE
ANSWERS FOR THE PEOPLE THAT THE PARTY DIVIDES

VERSE 3:

You show me what you know
I'll show you what I know
That's how the plot should roll, Follow the cosmos
Karma must be real,
Seen it unfold, and yet my momma loves me still
Guess we really need a miracle to clear it and raise up
and grab onto the material that our spirits are made of
Universal energy, Muslim or Christian
Third eye self sufficient, clouded by human superstitions
Define dreams from visions, Fact from fiction,
Prophets from pimps to politicians
And I ain't doggin' how you was brought up,
I'm just sayin', it's hella easy to get caught up
Big Brother undercover troubling your behavior
Got you lovers suspecting your neighbors
Might be devilish forces,
More likely the big bosses controlling the oval office
Peep the Culture Shock solstice,
I'm needin' the, All_Key to the beat,
Yo, it's bleeding through me
Power to peace on the streets
or people keep unruly
False media! We don't need it, do we?

And maybe one day, when the feeling's right, you'll meet me half way
and we can lock it down
And maybe one day, we'll write it in the stars, I'll meet you half way
and we can lock it down

People, dance across the divide!
But whey they wanna divide us??

CHORUS:
AND I CAN HARDLY PROVIDE
ANSWERS FOR THE PEOPLE THAT THE PARTY DIVIDES