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released November 1, 2009

Studio tracks recorded/mixed/mastered by Mike Wisti at Albatross Studio
Live tracks recorded at Palmer's Bar

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Track Name: G-Biz - Don't Want to Live
I don’t want to live vicariously through you
But if that can’t be done, then I guess that’s what I’ll do
Can’t you see my name is mud
And can’t you see I’ve had enough

Categorically speaking
I am over whelmingly reeking
Of my own euphemisms
And my own hyper-isms

But that’s all, it’s kind of small in a way
But that’s all, all come and come away
But that’s all, it was kind of funny till today
But that’s all, all shyness shy away
But that’s all, we’re gonna party, party, party till the break of day

Categorically speaking
I am over whelmingly reeking
Of my own euphemisms
And my own hyper-isms

Break it down…

Every time I see them, I am filled with excitement
It doesn’t mean that I’m perverted, it just means that I like them
I see you in my head just standing there
I want to run my hand through your hair
Look at you just standing there
So pretty acting like you just don’t care
There’s a rainbow in the sky, way up there
You’re a pot of gold with long red hair
But like that pot of gold, you’re impossible to find
If I figure you out it might just blow my mind…
Track Name: G-Biz - Tired of Being Poor (live)
There’s a chemical burn that been a’burnin’ my lungs
With a fire inside like napalm falling on Hmongs
I’ve got to get home cause I’m getting the runs
Then I’ve got to get out cause they’re coming with guns

But I’m having a time like a wino smiling
Grinning with my big blue teeth
There’s a corner in the my room where the bills keep piling
Asking me, “where’s the beef?”.

But I’m getting a little tire of being poor,
But there’s no way in hell I’ll be a corporate whore
So what else is there for a boy to do?
But sell some drugs and have some fun
And for forget about you.
Fuck that shit!
That’s fucking it!
If I go out you’re coming too
And I’m going back to Hell with you.

Stop over compensating for your silly insecurities
Come on people!
You’re digging your own grave with every road you pave.
And that shit really ain’t cool.

This isn’t anything special really.
Like the homeless man down the street
Drinking wine and getting silly willy
Hoping for something to eat

Eventually something is likely to happen,
And it may be nice if it does.
But this mean time is getting a little to mean,
Acting as food for the grubs.

But I’m getting a little tire of being poor,
But there’s no way in hell I’ll be a corporate whore
So can’t get insurance and I’ve cancer. What to do?
You’re killing me America. What’s wrong with you?
Fuck that shit!
That’s fucking it!
If I go out you’re coming too
And I’m going back to Hell with you.

Hey dude, why don’t you mow your lawn?
You threw a bag of bunnies in the sewer.
Don’t you want those weeds to be gone?
It’s just might make you a little cooler.

You’re just a rootin’, tootin’, prostitutin’
Corporate gangster saying, “how you doin’?
We know you’re middle class, we’re here to screw ya.
You have no money, we can go right through ya.”

And I’m getting a little tire of being poor,
But there’s no way in hell I’ll be a corporate whore
But that’s alright, I’m fucking white
I’m still better off than most of you.
Fuck that shit!
That’s fucking it!
If I go out you’re coming too
And I’m going back to Hell with you