In the Face of No Agreement [LP]

by MC FÜBB

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LYRICS: My feet hurt – knees weak, head heavy but I won’t stop, muscle like a mustang Chevy trudging on this path, though it doesn’t feel steady I asked God for guidance, He told me I was ready steady grinding, see I’m putting the work in it’s hurting, these rappers just skin-deep like Jergens nursing their wounds like a bottle of sorrow already told you, I’m building for a better tomorrow you can follow if you want but I’d rather that you stand with me walk with me, talk with me, make a plan with me but it’s evident, most kat’s are hesitant getting out their comfort zone – something that they never did no Foundations, they’re standing on some gelatine ya’ll can keep faltering, man – I’ll keep getting in doubters wanna try to assail me, with their arrows impale me I’m praying that my feet don’t fail me Marching on this path, and I can’t turn back and-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME I’ve come too far now to back-track and-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME I’ma stay driven, living out my vision and-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME Cuz I ain’t gonna flop unless my feet stop, so-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME Feet don’t fail spit scripts flipped like Christ-bale ya’ll need to get the fuck off my set! the crusader with no cape or cowl straight up like Simon Cowell while most full of shit like Colin Powel if you could see the motivation my steps you’d understand I’m standing for the children that ain’ even took a breath yet to leave a legacy for future generations there’s destruction in stagnation so I focus on creation elevation, I rise to overstand the situation even though my feet are blistered and sore, I’m more patient but not waiting for my destiny to come the drum, I’m addicted to the beat is the vehicle the mic. is the conduit speakers what I’m speaking through as long as there’s a 5% chance that I’m reaching you I’ll keep writing rhymes on the daily knowing that I’ll prevail, see believing that my feet won’t fail me Marching on this path, and I can’t turn back and-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME I’ve come too far now to back-track and-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME I’ma stay driven, living out my vision and-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME Cuz I ain’t gonna flop unless my feet stop, so-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME Even when my head’s the heaviest, remember this progress is almost never effortless but struggling ain’t a requisite for gettin’ it matter fact, forget that – I’m being it what I wanna see in the world, I set free with it the microphone that is, like a cyclone in the midst of the biz of this rap shit, respect I amass it platinum not plastic the status quo – surpassed it so now I stand out like a Jew amongst Catholics hip hop’s daily bread I’m feeding what your soul’s needing what’s been neglecting through years of mental inbreeding you might have to rewind that, but let me explain: your life’s an expression of where your mind’s at my minds on gratitude benevolence in my attitude and transformation of the world; no it’s not a platitude I’m on my track, you’d need a train to derail me I’m focused and I promise that my feet won’t fail me Marching on this path, and I can’t turn back and-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME I’ve come too far now to back-track and-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME I’ma stay driven, living out my vision and-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME Cuz I ain’t gonna flop unless my feet stop, so-uh I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME
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LYRICS: You ain’t hip hop You ain’t a rap-star I see these specimens up close in a glass-jar Ya’ll can fall back now, ya’ll can back off half of ya’ll say you grinding, really just slack off I make love to the beat – you suckas jack off bust on the track like I’m busting a hymen what you say you represent, most of ya’ll lying I’m on some Yoda-Jedi-Zen shit, stop trying Do or not, otherwise make excuses, I’m ruthless and I’m a bad dentist to these cavity rappers which means that I’ma leave ya’ll toothless the booth is a sacred place that you can’t desecrate emulate, what you see on TV then you hesitate when it comes to surfaces I penetrate through lyricism got my artistry way beyond empiricism suckas MCs huddling, in a fear-position rappers spit clichés about how they keep it real but the fact is they only as authentic as the feel that’s some wackness, my word is my bond – my integrity while kats give their word like they’re drunk off the Hennessy and forget what they said so it’s easily revealed that their word don’t mean shit – splattered like bugs on windshields rapper voodoo dolls: tell me how these pins-feel claiming true but ya’ll never been-real doing what ya massa-chooses like you grew up in Springfield that ain’t racial-epithet, your masta is your mental-set that you don’t even know you have, hidden in the context best that you consider this a bomb-threat cuz ticking in the brain’s pain stuck without a faucet people more repressed than gays in the closet I hit ‘em, they like “yo FUBB stop it you exposing way too much about how to make a profit” like Black Thought said, “rappers spittin nails into their own coffins” in the danger zone now it’s too late for caution fuck rappers claiming that they be the bosses obviously bullshit, that’s what they facade is I see their inauthenticities like blips on the radar I choke ‘em from afar, similar to Darth Vader breathing hard, they got the fear of man instead of God like they bluffing on the river just praying for that card to show up, I can’t front, sometimes life is hard but we always got a choice of how we gonna respond face it with a sober mind or choose to face it with the chron despite, what’s going on we create, right and wrong our fates, are not drawn we say, what’s true law we pray, to the Koran or with a bible recital or psalm speak directly to God when I compose a song that’s just the type of shit I’m on love it or hate it I still state it I already made it motherfuckers tried to shit on my grave and desecrate it I took the environment I found myself in and elevated high pitched on the mic you can find me in the treble people hate, but water tends to seek its own level I keep climbing higher and some heads left to settle though I offer metamorphosis to all these walking corpses-es my third eye see walking dead, sixth sense reports the shit blessed with perspective, through raps I portion it instead of forcing my hand like an extortionist fuck where your Porsches is raw? of course it is slaughter all these false prophets leave this rap game looking like an orphanage
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LYRICS: we all live within the confines of our minds I look to those who used theirs great, like Einstein he said knowledge isn’t as important as imagination and genius is 99% perspiration so I’m putting it work like Gang Starr but for more than putting money into where banks are every morning I thank God that I’ve been blessed with the vision to see beyond my front door, imagine much more than what I can see with my own two – eyes what I’ve grown through – lies found a beat to write this poem to reading through textbooks, I realized my own truth learn about your subconscious, otherwise it owns you most people think, “you gotta see it to believe it” the way I see it, I gotta believe it to see it and that applies to anything, that applies to everything from joy in your heart to the diamonds on your wedding ring/ my word ain’t no petty thing, I use it to create life when I rhyme through the music my attitude I choose it at any given moment my mind-state, I own it wherever I roam, it’s always a part of me dreams once distant are no longer far to me tho the path was hard for me the past is just a scar to me I write rhymes nastier than sodomy I live and breathe hip hop, it pumps through my arteries HOOK: Instead of cynically resigning to my obstacles I’m imagining the world that is possible You can constrain my frame, deal me pain, but my imagination remains unstoppable (x2) As a man thinketh, so shall he be so I know that I’m a fresh MC you wanna come against me? that’s a bad look your whole crew like a team of bad cooks and that’s the reason ya’ll ain’t eating how you expect people to eat off the bullshit you feeding? bring that wackness the wrong place, that’s how you catch a beating ya’ll be fuckin up the sequence with the flow that you’re impeding I leave you sucka MCs like my hairline, receding for lacking creativity I write holy like the church of the nativity while ya’ll lyrics holy like swiss cheese with activity that simply is lacking inspiration drenched in mediocrity with no imagination how you call yourself an artist but don’t recognize creation that the spoken word has in its full manifestation? I’ve been patient, but now I feel compelled to make a statement cuz hip hop to me is much more than a vocation it’s elevation of culture, music, profanity, community, psychology, society, humanity, artistry, a part of me that lives in the recesses of my brain, and even if I falter it remains as a hip hop head, it’s my responsibility to represent the culture to the best of my ability cuz I am hip hop, and if you disgrace me then I’ma take it personal and force you to face me HOOK: Instead of cynically resigning to my obstacles I’m imagining the world that is possible You can constrain my frame, deal me pain, but my imagination remains unstoppable (x2)
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LYRICS: If you knew what I went through in my formative years you wouldn’t question my integrity, I’m more than sincere from where I came: a life riddled with fear not recognizing my own face when I looked in the mirror drown my pain with the beer more than likely drinking the straight liquor quicker just to make my skin thicker, killing my liver just so I could be confident enough to deliver myself unto the world, I was born to be a giver swimming against the river, so cold I’d start to shiver shake quiver from withdrawals, I’d fall and try to figure why some people got the whole pie and I can’t see a sliver vision skewed, feeling blind struggling to find, peace of mind started giving them a piece of my mind thesis reaching without preaching, teaching, featuring I’m speaking in the nick of time, amongst the greatest of crimes is self-repression, here’s the lesson, if you seek you will find HOOK: It’s not life if we only exist what we spend our time resisting is bound to persist there’s no mystery it’s what I’ve learned from the strain and the pain we make our rules or we play somebody else’s game I’ve given up keeping score because nothing is fair and despite that I had to find the reasons to care because selfishness was loneliness that drove me insane now I can never go back to the place from which I came My awareness of the world was painfu knowing what I did and not acting was shameful not being thankful although I was eating, had shoes on my feet’n there’s people starving in the streets’n their bellies ain’t full lacking perspective I was also lacking clarity focused on my pain, thinking no-one could compare to me tried to numb it with the herbs and rum drinking straight Appleton and smoking blunts that changed the colour of my lungs standing in front this ladder, staring at the bottom rung with every step I fell 2 steps back, was feeling dumb even worse, started thinking that my life wasn’t vital like a curse, losing hope, started feeling suicidal crushed by my depression, distrust like and infection that was spreading through my system fucked up beyond recognition I thank God every day that I overcame that position ‘cause death of my old self meant that I gained a mission HOOK: It’s not life if we only exist what we spend our time resisting is bound to persist there’s no mystery it’s what I’ve learned from the strain and the pain we make our rules or we play somebody else’s game I’ve given up keeping score because nothing is fair and despite that I had to find the reasons to care because selfishness was loneliness that drove me insane now I can never go back to the place from which I came Regardless of the circumstances we’ve got choices to make the way I see it, I can choose either to give or to take in every single situation, I can build and create or I can destroy and employ mechanics of hate where I was in my past, I didn't know that it could be a different way because I just couldn’t see I didn’t know I could be me I didn’t know that I could choose to believe a different life – nowadays I’m a different kind of free I used to think in black and white, but I know that wasn’t right because the world lives in shades of gray that compose our everyday I heard ‘em say: “perspective ain’t everything,” but it’s close so we can either grow or decay you see I had to stop burning all the herb and tobacco put the plug in the jug so I could break my mental shackles now I earnestly believe there’s no problem I can’t tackle there’s no war anymore, because I won the only battle HOOK: It’s not life if we only exist what we spend our time resisting is bound to persist there’s no mystery it’s what I’ve learned from the strain and the pain we make our rules or we play somebody else’s game I’ve given up keeping score because nothing is fair and despite that I had to find the reasons to care because selfishness was loneliness that drove me insane now I can never go back to the place from which I came
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Another rapper. Just what we need: another rapper. Another wack-kat who thinks he can rap on tracks, lacking facts behind his lyrics, who acts with no tact – get your mind out that trap. Get your mouth un-bittered by that taste, un-chase that rat-race of judgmental space, T-Dot: unscrew your face! Another rapper? Nah, not just another; not black but I’m still a brother, your brother, your son, your father, grandson and gradfather – don’t waste your time trying to classify me, don’t bother. Don’t type-cast me; white rapper, back-packer, conscious rapper – don’t gas me, stand with me for a minute instead of moving right past me. A rapper? Not just a rapper – an MC. Master of Ceremonies, Microphone Controller, Move a Crowd like I’m pushing a boulder. MC: Masterfully Crafterd, Magnificently Captured, Monumental Creations, Mental Commander, do you understand the devotion that I put into my work? My dedication to making it work? I doubt it. I don’t think most take the time to listen, steady bitchin’ like they’re trapped in a prison with no vision; that’s why I’m on a mission. To tell ya’ll to reach a little higher, I ain’t tryna preach but teach, if I can reach even one with what I beseech then I could peacefully retire ‘cause is my mind the truth is burning like a fire. No, I’m not just another. I am not “the other” and neither are you, no matter what they told you, let your future unfold you, let my lyrics hold you, forget that bullshit they sold you, your potential is infinite, the future is gold too, take back your life – who stole you? Where did you go away to? What happened to the God you used to pray to? That banging beat you used to sway to? Do not let this world decay you! We are not just rappers, DJs and breakers, graf artists, MCs and beatmakers. We are hip-hoppas, nonstoppas, the one’s hated by parents of 16-year-old daughters, refusing to be lambs to the slaughter, not asking for a drink but finding our own water, wreck-shoppas, Afrika Bambaataas, Lil’ Kims and Big Poppas, the one’s who rock mics proper, shining like there’s no sun hotter – the real hip-hoppas. See I’m not just another rapper; I’m a poet. It’s in my lyrics on tracks when I flow it but some act like they don’t know it; sometimes I even gotta spit it acapella to show it. Plant a seed, hope to grow it; I trust in the mic further than I could ever throw it. I trust in the future being better, I’m wishing that we open up our eyes to realize what we’re missing, I trust that I come across as hopeful, not dissing and I trust that when I speak from the heart that ya’ll listen.
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LYRICS: I know you didn’t ask for this, Mah, I know you didn’t ask for this I know it feel you can’t master this, I know it seems so disastrous the struggles that you’re facing are hard, and the pain that you’re feeling is great Just try to put a little faith in God, and know that everything will be OK Mah, let me take this opportunity to relate the hardest thing to do in life is to accept one’s fate and though sometimes it don’t seem fair like your condition is rare try to identify and not to compare Mah, I can see the sadness in you and the way that your demons be attracted to you attaching to you, it’s like pain fastens to you and forever’s how long it seems it’s lasted for you but you’re the same woman that gave birth to me plus two raised a family, did everything to see us through the rough times and the good, so Momma we love you and now you gotta trust us the way that we trust you I know sometimes it seems impossible like life is a ruthless force that’s unstoppable but there is a way to overcome it, believe me that I perceive and you can too, ‘cause you conceived me Chorus: The devil that whispers in your ear – that’s not you I know you feel close to the edge – I’ll spot you I pray for you daily, don’t ever think I forgot you and if you need a shoulder to cry, Mah, I got you (x2) That existential angst that tears you through and through I feel for you Mah, ‘cause sometimes, I feel it too I’ve been through the strain and the pain all the guilt and disdain spent years of my life in the rain have faith; you don’t struggle in vain you’ve got the power to change nothing left to lose and no-one to blame get the picture reframed I’ll help you break those chains life is waiting for you and you’ve got the world to gain It’s a tragedy that you don’t see the power you got how special you are, the light that you shower is not out yet, don’t doubt that I’m here for you, Momma no matter the fights, the cold nights, or the drama no matter what goes on in your head that troubles you nothing in this world could stop me from loving you search your soul for answers Mah, I implore you I’ll stand by your side, but can’t live your life for you Chorus: The devil that whispers in your ear – that’s not you I know you feel close to the edge – I’ll spot you I pray for you daily, don’t ever think I forgot you and if you need a shoulder to cry, Mah, I got you (x2) Take a step Mah, I’ll spot you believe me, I got you separate yourself from your demons – they’re not you! your potential is so much higher than your reaching you’re a talented artist, you should be in school teaching I’m not preaching, Mah, this is what I believe give freely of yourself and your bound to receive please, take my thanks for all that you are not a diamond or a ruby, to me, you’re a star so bright is the light that you shined on my life you’re the reason I can write these rhymes and rock mics if there’s one thing I pray, it’s that you truly understand It’s because of you I grew from a boy to man I was lost for while, but I’ve changed who I am It’s ‘cause you stood for me that I can now take a stand I don’t know what it took you and God knows what it takes you but Mah, I’m so thankful, Mah, I’m so grateful. Chorus: The devil that whispers in your ear – that’s not you I know you feel close to the edge – I’ll spot you I pray for you daily, don’t ever think I forgot you and if you need a shoulder to cry, Mah, I got you (x2) I know you didn’t ask for this, Mah, I know you didn’t ask for this I know it feel you can’t master this, I know it seems so disastrous the struggles that you’re facing are hard, and the pain that you’re feeling is great Just try to put a little faith in God, and know that everything will be OK
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LYRICS: To the yes yes ya’ll stand tall on tracks and no, we don’t fall ya’ll can just hear the call of the future coming we running forward and no, we don't stall like b-boys up in the stance moving on, fuck a circumstance little rapper, best to pull up your pants this is grown man rap, no it’s not a race it’s a marathon the stage and a mic, I just blare it on they shut down the stations that we air it on but regardless of that we just c-c-carry on the industry show the culture a straight disrespect leaving Kool Herc steady starving for a cheque now that ain’t right time to step up, my A-alikes and hold tight, we gotta channel the flow right and shine light, spittin it out with divine right with what we know right – we gonna keep rockin’ it all night These fake mothafuckas get crunched like a crouton I’m on a Peace Quest ya’ll, what the fuck are you on? move on, over tracks run with one shoe on my crew on, the typa shit these kats don’t got a clue on who on, tracks that I beat ‘em black and blue on no rat race, I jumped a cliff and just flew on kinda like an eagle, these ducks get BBQ’d on and after the show I’m with shorty to get my screw on see me enterprising steady rising with my whole team Fucked Up Beyond Belief – nah that’s the old me bold moves, this world can’t hold me, back work hard at your passions, that’s what my father told me I ain’t tryna showboat like Kobe but I dunk these tracks in liquid flows homie sometimes I write my rhymes slowly to show you where my soul be but just cuz you hearing me don’t mean that you know me word to De La, Little Brother – are they listening? or do I have to blaze tracks like nitro-glycerin? strategically placing my positioning next to the listeners’ ear so I can get my mission in? before the day’s done I got something to say son I gotta live freer than a mason goals I chase son, ace 1 in this rap shit word to Ason, Unique, verbal ass-A-son I mean assassin in the lane for the passin’ throw ur money in the air - I’ma push my cash in talking ‘bout investing for future contesting these kats is Costanzas I’m George like Jetson forward I’m thinking, realistic sprinkling of dreams, my team’s on a boat not sinking steady the trajectory, ain’t no half-steppin B can’t be disrespecting me if I don’t respect you and no amount armour can protect you from the authenticity in the lyrical virus that infects you No Agreement with my stance? I reject you Scotty J on the beat and that's what I snap my neck to My catalogue’s my resume, you best be checkin it show these mothafuckas I’m a force to reckon with the microphone stand, what I brandish my weapon with the standard’s sub-par, new bar I’m settin’ it higher than a hang-glider, dope skill co-signer beat rider, leave the set wetter vagina wisdom of an old-timer, go find-a rapper that can stand in my cypher I’ll try-‘em welcome to triumph of the truth over lies, knowledge over ignorance, turning of the tides, moment of significance, intelligence reigning supreme over belligerence In the Face of No Agreements I stand without militance – SEE you can see who I be – freshest MC F – U – B to the B – come against me not recommended, hip hop I represent it everything that I spit on the track, you know I meant it so you don’t gotta wonder, no need to be guessin I speak from what I know and I ask the tough questions so who got the answers? where’s the contestants? most lust for fame – it’s for Peace that I’m Questin’

about

It takes something for us to take a stand for what we believe in in this world. The easiest thing to do is to follow the path of least resistance – to do what society expects us to do and blend in with the masses. But to stand for something, to acknowledge a cause greater than ourselves and work diligently towards forwarding that cause, is among the hardest things we as human beings can do.

What makes consistently standing for a certain cause so difficult is that if we are sincere in our efforts and actually begins to make progress towards our goals, then we will invariably face obstacles and even opposition. On the quest to materialize our dreams in this world, it is essential that we have others in our community agree with our vision and share our commitments. Unfortunately, a by-product of expanding our effectiveness in realizing our goals is that we are bound to come across much indifference, apathy, cynicism, and possibly even direct opposition to that which we are committed to. For every dream in this world, there exist forces that have No Agreement to it being fulfilled.

Another form of No Agreement, less obvious and more insidious that external opposition, is our own resistance to our own greatness. No Agreement towards ourselves can take the form of self-doubt, self-sabotage, self-destruction, disempowering beliefs, fear, anxiety, confusion, and even self-created rationalization against fulfilling on our own commitments. In order to be able to effectively face obstacles in the external world, we need to learn to master our own internal worlds so that we can stay clear and focused on what we say we stand for. Because at the end of the day, all we can truly own are our own words and actions in our given circumstances – everything else is in some degree beyond our control.

The source of human greatness is our ability stand firm to our commitments in the face of No Agreement. Regardless of our circumstances, our past experiences, our limitations or disadvantages, we always have the ability to choose who we are going to be in this world. And if we are courageous enough to be unwavering in what we stand for, if we maintain our integrity with our commitments, promises to others and most of all with ourselves, then we are already living into the future that we want to see materialized right now.

Choose to be powerful. Choose to be courageous. Choose to manifest your own greatness.

Stand for what you say you stand for – In the Face of No Agreement.

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released April 12, 2011

“In the Face of No Agreement” RTR102 released by Revolutionary Times Records © 2011.
All instrumentals produced by Noyz.
Cuts on Track #11 by DJ Creative.
Tracks #2 and #9 recorded and mixed by Belvia Sounds. All other tracks mixed by Gametyme Studio.
Album mastered by Euphonic Sound.
Album art courtesy of MC FÜBB, Slick Nick, and the internet.

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