1. |
Neighbourhood
02:29
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I was seven with affection for my grandfather’s personal collection
I grip the smith n Wesson,
I'm bustin’ cans in the back
Back of the woods, packin’ the goods, packin’ the wood
Four o'clock we had our private sessions,
Busting off aggression is a rural thing,
Back room smellin’ stank from the moonshine being made
Became an adolescent,
Mind state domestic,
A bit of pessimist, wondering if I'll ever change
I'm comin’ to cope with the fact that I'm never gonna make a million, but I plan on moving past that
Rap today is half assed, so in the end
Under my breath, the last laugh risen from is cat nap,
Match that
I'm perceived as thug,
Believe that bogus
These colours that I masked
Are screaming “Come show it”
This fucking white trash, cooking dinner smashed, bogie lit, bucket cap to the back,
This evil twin is here, now at last
I'm in the back woods shooting 22’s with my grandfather
It’s a rural thing,
It’s a fucking rural thing
Tattoo in the back room, moonshine made
It’s a rural thing
It’s a fucking a rural thing
Back pack, bogie lit, bucky hat, chewin’ hay
It’s rural thing
It’s a fucking rural thing
I'm in the back woods, shooting 22’s with my grandfather
It’s a mawfuckin’ rural thing
The same Broken bottle from the hallow tip my dad swallow in the model whip, afraid to bother him
Coming to think of it now we the polar opposites
Drinking a fifth,
Letting it pour down
Our esophagus
When the liquor hits, I'm throwing fists, my common sense becomes a mosh pit
My dad pulled the 45 screaming “Let it rip”
My Trigger finger itching within seconds when I seen he took the 357 with him
He had to hold my arms cause the kicks almost split my fucking wrist,
Shit was intense
He looked me in the fucking eye n said
“This could blow lions head, don't you fuck with it boy,
This a real man’s gun, no this ain’t no fucking toy”
I’m taking the mic, n I'm grippin’ n telling my story, lookin’ upon the gory scenes you might of thought I was corny surely,
I'm in the back field, acting like this a fucking shooting range
Tell your rents, “I'm your worst nightmare, bitch”
I'm in the back woods shooting 22’s with my grandfather
It’s a rural thing,
It’s a fucking rural thing
Tattoo in the back room, moonshine made
It’s a rural thing
It’s a fucking a rural thing
Back pack, bogie lit, bucky hat, chewin’ hay
It’s rural thing
It’s a fucking rural thing
I'm in the back woods, shooting 22’s with my grandfather
It’s a mawfuckin’ rural thing
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2. |
Ride Slow
02:56
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Get up in the car,
The moon lighting up my scars
They combine and collide like the night with stars
I peel down this mine field, my mind breaks the floor
I find out it’s ideal, my mind yields a sword
The sunrise, the skyline, it’s my time to feel
the bright side, the wind smooth, the vibe is so real
My thoughts be so rapid, the force be attacking,
It’s cracking the mirror, the anger attaching, I’m masking my fear
I finna end up in a casket when I’m goin’ a buck ten
That shit is too aggressive for the mind state I’m in
Say “goodbye” to the past, and “hello” to my sins
Cause my future’s looking fast, but I see a little grim
See, life is like a car; Ride Slow
Enjoy the finer things before you lose control
Cause the simple things in life are the things that make us glow
I’m driving on that yellow line so I can let go
I ride slow, my eyes closed
the sun shines so I let go
My mind flows
So I step stone
And rise up to cherish my life
I ride slow, my eyes closed
The sun shines, so I ride slow
My mind flows
So I let go
Of all the things that never went right
Hit the brakes real fast, might crash
As the herd of cattle pass
Squeal my tires, smell the burning fire
Fueling up the gas, I'm low
The back roads, I chose
There's no place like home
Before I grip the microphone
Now we roll these back fields for real
And everybody telling me I don't look the part
Because I look like a thug, and I know my street smarts
Cause my situation was a little different than your local individual
But forget it
My prophecy was prominent, my mama said it
I'mma raise Armageddon
Til I find my inner peace in me
And my conscious be
It's gotta be settled, there's no more father words
It's that baby faced rebel dropping bass and popping treble
Head banging, heavy metal
I'm on a different elevated level
You can step up to my fellows
My life's an instrumental that I cruise to
Smoke one, cruise smooth
I ride slow
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3. |
Right Now (Ft. Slauney)
03:20
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Visualize the purity, my insecurity
Is certainly cursing me, strayin’ away from the currency
It never occurred to me, the essence of adolescence isn’t the same as maturity, but that isn’t news to me
My anxiety is worsening
Sobriety isn’t worth a serenity
Fuck it, give me a bottle as I swallow down my sorrows, I be lookin’ like my father
Theses genes to follow, becoming someone that you hate,
Man, it seems so hollow
That people lookin’ at me like I’m something great,
When I get to heaven, God, please open up the gates
I can’t continue never sinning if I’m looking for forgiveness to a higher power that I know is fake
I’m searchin’ for the purpose of my life, cause the future is tomorrow, and tomorrow could be the day
That it all fades away,
And I open up my eyes to a casket; it awaits.
Tryna’ figure out my life right now,
Everything just ain’t alright right now
Tryna figure out my life right now, everything just ain’t alright right now
Tryna figure out my life right now,
You wanna tell me how to live it, You could bounce right now,
Tryna figure out my my fate right now
The music is the reason I ain’t break
Right now
Someone Please tell me
Right now
Why I'm feelin’ this way when I know I’m free just breathe
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4. |
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Evacuate the premises, for
you bite the bullet
n I be so intelligent
Why, you so irrelevant,
I..
Be getting benefits,
you
are too commercial,
Real players haters, you ain't coming around my circle
Focused on my element, gettin’ these dead presidents
Hangin’ with grown folk, I'm drinking n blowing smoke
While I'm thinking about the past, moving forward, hit the gas,
Long track well awaited, pause that,
Jay Forbes burn a fatty, Cavy instigating bullshit on the daily
Speakers up blast baby,
Oh, you mad cause I'm doing me?
Oh, you mad cause you ain’t doing you?
You can look up in my eyes, see the fire, see I'm wired,
down, set, ready, go
N any moment now, got the crowd screamin’ go,
I made my momma proud with the goals I been working for
this an Armageddon flow,
Toe to toe with baby faced rebel, hoe
I'm bringing it back, the real rap, swinging it back, like I do,
You fuckin’ around with lunatics, coming from the boonies, bitch
Who is this?
Young, fresh, I wile out,
Underground rappers need a time out
Michael Scofield couldn't break the bars I create,
bet my future on the line,
playing high stakes
Ryan is a king, Jay is an ace,
so slick, go quit, if you ain't fucking with the business
Invest in yourself, it’s survival to the fittest
swipe the game out,
you rappers better listen
Before you squeeze n pull it, I believe you need know that
Sugar coat it -- yes, to the fullest, bite the bullet
Mind over matter, focused to the fullest
Before you Bite the Bullet (Before you Bite the Bullet)
Mind over matter, focused to the fullest,
Before you squeeze and pull it, you better Bite the Bullet
Bite the Bullet x 2
Mind over matter, so go ahead and pull it
Bite the Bullet x 2
Mind over matter, so go ahead and pull it
Jay Forbes
Yo
My rap career is a blizzard, I spit the coldest raps
I thank a fan with a hand shake and a photograph
I kill these haters they can't bare it like a Kodiak
Look into my eyes they compare it to the zodiac
Planets collide, I'm Canada's pride
I handle my rhymes while staring in an amateur’s eyes
People say "I'm such a fan of you guys,
I can’t believe it's Jay Forbes that I'm standing beside"
I run tracks so my stamina’s fine
I'll make a rapper wrap it up then start to panic and cry
Flow’s nuts like Stevo, but I kinda rap fast
Label me a girlfriend stealer, because I jack ass
I'm here with Cavy so it's time to score
Rappers got no spinal cord, listen to this lion roar, I am raw
You can't compete with me I'm in my own lane
When I rap it's going down like some liquid cocaine
So feel ashamed that you can't rock with us
Check a show, we got 8 legs on the stage like an octopus
People wanna copy us, from PEI to the Mad City metropolis
We're known like Anonymous
You better bite the bullet, but never bite my lines
If you want to you can hire me to write your rhymes
But then calling you a rapper is false
You've got child's needs but you wanna rap with adults?
I'm a heavyweight MC, homie don't tempt me
I paid dues you tried to buy with 10 g's
We all been through the struggle cause it's a part of life
But to fit in is the only reason that you bought a mic
Why you hating man? You should probably take a stand
Go out there and sell 100 albums just to make a grand
Before you squeeze and pull it focus to the fullest
Accept the fact you're gonna have to bite the bullet
Mind over matter, focused to the fullest
Before you Bite the Bullet (Before you Bite the Bullet)
Mind over matter, focused to the fullest,
Before you squeeze and pull it, you better Bite the Bullet
Bite the Bullet x 2
Mind over matter, so go ahead and pull it
Bite the Bullet x 2
Mind over matter, so go ahead and pull it
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5. |
I Fear It Isn't You
03:41
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The balance in my life is fallen
Imagine if you spent your life stalling n crawling
Every single muscle is starving
You see the light calling
You find it, you grab it, you hold it
So close, near
Now you forget that word “fear”
Then you look up in that mirror
Then everything shatters
Then your light disappears
You got these ropes made of steel, tryna hold you back from the happiness
Adios, amigo
I'm fucking done with life
I'm fucking done with friends, n I'm fucking done with mics
I'm fucking done with pain
I'm fucking done with chasing lights (I quit)
You ain't seen the shit that I been through
Father’s drunk, keep it calm
Mom dukes
Getting pushed around,
Never took it by surprise
When he said he didn't love you
As I close my eyes
I fear it isn't you (he didn't love you)
Spent my nights dreaming
I've spent my life scheming
These rhymes put the pieces to the puzzle together
Looking at the picture that I built, it's so deceiving
Now that my passion is killed
Stand still
Haven't I learned that a picture tells a thousand words
My anger and my nerves, scripted through my curves
Chasing after peace, but the meaning is a blur
If I touch it I'm afraid n concerned that I will get burned
My eyes blood shot, now my pupils gone black
My arms get numb, then my soul gets trapped
Ringing in my ears, now my lips gone blue
My conscious can't speak n of course I can't move
This is what it's like in my fucking tomb x 3
This is what it's like, this is now my new room
Go
He didn’t love you
My conscious can’t speak, and of course I can’t move,
He said he didn’t love you
This is what it’s like in my fucking tomb
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6. |
Voices
04:15
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So abstract,
Keep that moving
Never let a motherfucker know your movement
life's too short
I'm at the point now
feeling like I'm lost can't see the right now
Listen
I got a vision, n I'm on a mission hoping that I'm gonna blow with the wind though
Cracks in my heart like the cracked window
They said I’d never do it but you never know though
Chillen in my room, practicing,
Lost so many friends to this rapping shit
Back when I started, back then
You told me “just pack it in”
But I never gave up,
you never showed love till I went way up
People say,
I was always here
To show love
But back at my first show you never showed up
Gotta keep my head up x3
Hearing voices in my head
You act like you never used to clown
Insecure,
feeling down, some days I feel
Like I'm gonna quit, not passionate about the rhymes I spit
I wanna be an inspiration, these times I'm facing, it's complicated
so impatient,
Thinking I'ma hit the studio, automatically -- make a banger
but it never works like that, bring back, take a gasp,
When you write about the past it's hard
Don't act like it's not,
but it feels good
get it off your chest, light a cigarette, take a breath, put your life to the test
I protect my dream, I protect my team, till death of me, if it wasn't for them, I’d have hard finding my peace
Gotta keep my head up x3
Hearing voices in my head
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7. |
Mixed Emotions
02:33
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I could never change for the money and the fame
Here to make a change,
I'm the one the to blame
Because of me all these people went their separate ways
God please forgive me from the choices that I made
for all the bullshit that I created
Sitting in my room and I’m conversating with this pen and a piece of paper
I swear, this pen, be my only friend,
I felt like this, ever since I was 10
People say they got my back so why am I so scared to trust again
Am I here for a reason?
Cause momma told me I was unexpected
I just wanna make her feel the reason why I came up in the world
Was to make her happiness shine
Impossible
the word that makes our dreams blind
Impossible
is what they told me when my little brother wasn’t supposed make it out the fuckin’ hospital
Now who the fuck is you
Cuss me out for rapping, let me tell you something dude
You got a dream too?
Oh you playin’ hockey?
You cry about a broken bone?
Fuck it, I’m alone an I came up from a broken home
I hate the word “peace”
it should be harmony
cause everybody gots their own notes
From highs and lows
ups and downs
People told me i was shit all
Forget this rappin' shit, Ryan (give up, give up; you’ll never make it)
Stick ta playin' ball
while my teachers on my ass
Sayin’ why the fuck you even bother showin’ up for class
All you do is day dream,
Write raps
Smoke weed, blunt wraps
Bitch, you don’t fuckin’ know me
Smoke now, cry loud, when you die slowly
Now I got these evil deeds tryna’ haunt me
Now all the sudden cancer coming at my family
My dad’s drinkin’ more than ever, man I’m losing sanity
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8. |
Above The Clouds
03:25
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Feeling like million, came up as local
Went dolo
On them beats, now I'm blowing like Chernobyl
Went solo,
Now your girl tryna get photo,
Lighting up the city cause we going global, fully focused is our motto
Bounce
Now
Make the ground shake,
Everybody in the room, grab a girl like a groomsman
Only wiling out when I'm boozing,
Lemme light it up n take a puff and now I'm cruising
Oh ya know
We Surrounded by them good fellas, feeling like Nelson Mandela
Tryna be remembered for my words
The sound had the burbs profound,
Even if the cops come around it’s gonna take the government to shut this shit down
Today was a good day, funny a it's Monday, n must say
Treating life like runway
Get loud, get loud!
Now we dance around the clouds
We ain't never coming down
Everybody put your motherfucking hands up (put your hands up, put your hands up)
Everybody put your motherfucking doobies n your dranks in the air
Middle fingers up, it’s the summer, we don't give a fuck
Flicking my cigarette butt, drinking a bottle of rum, showed up at the spot half buzzed
Went to bed with my clothes on, woke up in the morning with my shoes gone and my shirt off
My arm hairs been burnt off,
Flash backs attack from the Smirnoff
Smelling stank from the night before, such a turn off
My stomach saying “Why Ryan?”
Dance around the fire, Generation Y
Getting wired, parental discretion has now been advised
If you a 90's baby, Generation Y, put your pinky and your thumb up (your pinky and your thumb up)
You gotta get down
On them Country Roads,
This the local drinking, pissing on the neighbours lawn, never thinking flow
So put it up n live it to fullest
Middle fingers to the kids in mullets, fuck you n your puck bitches
Hold up
Lemme finish,
Can I say some shit for the realists
I never was a gangster, I like to have fun
If you think I'm being serious, suck a dick son
Today was a good day, funny it's a Monday, n must say
Treating life like runway
Get loud, get loud!
Now we dance around the clouds
We ain't never coming down
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Cavy Prince Edward Island
The Country Roads: A captivating story from the rustic roads of Cavy's inspiring journey growing up in small town PEI.
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