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JOHN BLAKE AND CHRIS RENNE DO WORK

by John Blake

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Recorded and mixed at Castle Studios, NJ (Except for Incredible Hulk, mixed at Electric Lady Studios in Manhattan, NYC.)

A Blake Renne Production.

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released March 15, 2011

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Track Name: Rock The Beat (Feat. Greg Barbone)
Hi neighbors, from my hood to yours
Got our strut on, hand to handle, open the door
Beat knock for us, don’t get startled when you see us
Blake all in Black, Renné a damn genius
What yall heard about us, thought we was crazy
Don’t judge a book by its cover, open and maybe
Pages come alive, you’ll see how we arrived
For now, if you got it light it, enjoy the ride (huh)
We sky flying, hovering cumulus clouds
Hugging air like a Lear, we ain't coming down
If we did though, palm trees eat-in dem mangoes
Ladies walkin’ wit open toes, you know the sandals
Sandy white beaches
Azul agua
Mai tai’s and Mohitos
Time to tear it down, but (uh)
Though our heads in the cloud
We rollin down the window, rockin the beat loud

Rock The Beat.
Rock The Beat Loud.

Is ya system on blast? Speakers bout to pop?
Pushing down the gas, don’t care if you getting stopped
Amped, like ya bass and ya tweeters
Stamped, I'm the door man, holding your hand, nice to meet ya
Renné in the DJ booth, true, true
Blake, I'm escorting you, true true
Looking so fine, with your heels, dress showing your spine
Curves so deadly, call it the autobahn
Mon’, I wanna watcha durty wine, baby
Crowd party hoppin/ evil eyes jockin’
Beg my pardon, stage is steady callin
Ying to my yang, whispers something haunting
Yeaa, barely can understand it
No problemo, heart feels the tempo
Yo enfuego, just like we planned it
Gon’ rock it, right to anotha planet!

Rock The Beat.
Rock The Beat Loud.
Track Name: Incredible Hulk
Who that, the rhyme tru-est/ the flow cool-est/ my moves flu-id/
And those pro-test/ forgive me
Can't understand the man, devised a plan
To put er'one in line like a check stand
Follow me, the leader, I ain't scared to reach ya
Teachers said don't stop, till you meet your equal
I responded like, and if I do?
I gotta push past'em, that was my answer
Sick like cancer, reality is
I bring back quality yall betta acknowledge me
Live with regrets I have no apologies
Just being me, picked like the lottery
Aimin' for the sky high
Still leaning low, when I be ridin' by
And, time is just flying by
Im pass portin' you pass when Im scoring (ha)

Who am I, the Gemini John Blake
Crazy eyes, staring off into space
Came to find, I got what ya'll need
Hypnotic rhythms mixed with Hennessy

Everybody sit down at the round table
Break bread, talk facts, and not fables
I blaze tracks cause thats what im able
To do, no Haitian voodoo
I'm more Zulu, if you tracing my roots
These dudes have no clue, they straight cartoons
Characters of caricatures, get drawn out
Hog tied, laid out, an getting tossed out
Can't feel for ya, I'm numb to it
The Novocaine came, overcame the shame
Ice cold, the cold blooded, my mics gold
Ya fools gold, yea straight frontin
Dastardly, I move with rapid speed
A bull when I lock, no Keanu Reeves
A bull when I rock, cock the hammer squeeze
Please, don't tempt me, im deadly

Who am I, the Gemini John Blake
Crazy eyes, staring off into space
Came to find, I got what ya'll need
Hypnotic rhythms mixed with Hennessy
Track Name: Bring The Ruckus (Remix)
I do it for yall, I do it to death
What I do in this life, will carry on to the next
One, on to the next text book
Look at the pics of the man in that booth
Uncouth the characteristics is legit
Scrolls and parables, link him to a myth
Half man, half amazing, half poet, half blazing
Motivating, in moving your spirits
You can't understand me
Me call it what you want, living the legacy
By any means, I mean to be mean on beats
And find the meaning of me, naw'mean?
Every Cipha, every mic I rock ya
More like rock'em sock'em, bop'em
Drop'em no bungee and bounce ya
Pounce ya, El Tigre, I trounce ya!


We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
Jersey Bring That Ruckus
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
Jersey Bring That Ruckus

That's Dope

What I do, is incredible, in mono, or in stereo
What's the scenario, go for girls that look edible
No cannibal takeover like Hannibal
Cannon ball, ka-boom, blackout the room
Make speakers go pop, like balloons
Only "Pop" I like is with milk, dude
Yall milk duds, emphasis on the dud
While yall drinking, bud
I am wiser,
Than three wise men, damn
Apocalyptic, four horse-man
Getcha game up, for the games up
Time out, naw I'm over time, which means I'm on my grind
Over-shine, beginning of time
The Big Bang, no theory, I slang silly
Not rocks, drop flows, like stocks, in the big city

We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
Jersey Bring That Ruckus
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus)
Jersey Bring That Ruckus

Verse
Hi Haters, I'm not Hiatus
You lack patience, but boi im past playing
All Vic's on the mic, dawgs start aching
Have you speaking dumb, like ya names Troy Aikman (huh)
I'm nasty not flashy
Flash me, t****'s are thrown at me
Catch me, if you G'damn can
Im on my Tiger Style Wu-Tang Clan
Yea, Renné turn me up
I don't beat beats, I f*** them s***'s up
This is what I do
On my down time, downing the Pabst blue
Upload the video, yep on you tube
Crackheads get a shot, well me too
Done with the remix, here's another fix for your ass
And I'll holla back, where the f*** is my glass
Track Name: The Ride (Feat. The Budos Band)
Stay focus, it stays on my mind/ I keep choking, hoping, I’ll be fine
Metaphors becoming more real/ got the blues of a Tar Heel, but I gotta shine
Light beams are starting to dissipate, embrace the bed in which I make/ and I say
Now I lay me down to sleep/ only happen when I stop rappin’ and deceased/
Body decompose/
Suit and a tie, at the funeral home/
Who would’ve known/ guess I did, so I wrote this song
Not a psychic or reader of the palm
Lost a sidekick, aint talkin bout the phone
Apart of me is gone, but I gotta carry on
Like the words of the Psalms, or the Holy Koran
Shalom, for the folks, we all going home

Please, oh please, oh please, take this pain away
We give, so much, so much, yet we slipping away
Ohhhh, Ohhhhh

Mas-ter of Ceremonies, this is my test-i-monial
In-con-ceivable / live and let live, but fools in considerate
An Illegitimate, I'm too ill to quit/
Don’t stop, get it (get it)
Eloquent in the wordplay, when my words spray, hurts you in the worst way, hurray
Here/ my fear is not of falling, but of ya’ll not hear hear the the calling
Can you hear me now? was my signal down, like them towers fallin’
Death ain't a wish it’s a damn fact/ wish for a life, cause you ain’t comin back
My life is the mic, so ya’ll got me back/ My life is the mic, so ya’ll got me back