Press Repeat EP

by Doobyis

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Press Repeat is the first of a few EPs that I was working on this past year, and I'm proud to present it for free download. Feel free to pay online if you like, it's a huge help, but either way, thanks for the support. The most valuable assistance you can be to a unknown musician is to listen to the music, share the music if you like it, and come out and party with me when I'm doing a show in your area.

Big props to everyone who I worked with on this album, you all made life easy for me and really got these tracks sounding like they did in my head.

Hope you enjoy the EP. There's more to come. Get at me on Twitter and let me know what you think, peace - @Doobyis

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released 16 December 2013

Recorded by Justin McDonough at Resonate Studio
Mixed by Trevor Tews at Nimbus Studio
Mastered by Nato at Up in Arms Studio

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Track Name: Press Repeat
They thought that I been sleeping?
I don't do that. I'm doing laps on a loop and I'm moving to fast to view.
Flying through the air, crying for the alley oop.
Someone better pass, they asking for the truth. Swoosh.
I do that to conclusion. tend to get stupid when faced with a nuisance.
Next time, I'm not beaking. He's breaking.
I dunno what these thieves see for the taking,
but I don't really have fuck all but my dignity.
If they think they're having that, I disagree.
Try to keep my hands clean, but they mess with me.
I gotta Press Repeat.
Nothing set yet. Life's subject to change.
Right now, give a fuck what I gain.
Burn a buncha green, make a chain with the remains.
Yup. Enough pressure makes diamond.
One time for selling records on consignment.
Two times for representing your environment.
Ahhhh. That's for 14 hour shifts.
Ahhh. That's cuz all these people power tripping.
Ahhh. That's cuz everybody's still so ignant.
I stay with a cloud like I'm Pig-pen.
Hands on my face like I'm Big Beg.
I'm ashamed to associate with that shit. Damn.
I guess I need a new genre.
Probly oughta move on before they ostracize me,
but I'm locked to the mic, so it's not that likely.
I gotta Press Repeat.
Now, lets see.
I guess my management is weak.
I keep pressing records with no press release.
Look, Deadcity endorsed me, but you can't force feed flows to these fuckers who are not used to raw shit.
So, tossin out all this goodness.
Goin through trees quick. Lotsa wood chips.
Push a block or it'll fall back on me.
Damn, the distance to the top is alarming.
I'll be performing, like I have been.
to 40 people packed in the back of a tavern.
Laugh if I fuck it up or if I rap it perfectly.
Happy like a doctor after a successful surgery.
same words reimerge with an urgency,
"I'm Feelin Pretty Good" regardless if they heard of me.
I'm serving speech.
Yes that's free, that's F. P. G.. And what I tell em they said
Press Repeat. What?
What I tell em they should
Press Repeat.
Track Name: Gottem Locked ft DJ Dice
They say that cultures in a melting pot boil away.
This is where everybody's staying. There's oil in waves.
Toil in trades, you can get that pay,
but go home a little deader at the end of every day.
It's a set up.
I get it. We're surface level free.
Institutionalized but still in the streets. Shit..
I don't got solutions.
But, sellin my strength's like prostitution.
So, I dropped the shovel, chopped my boss off of the food chain.
Said plain, I'd rather be my own that.
Now every time I'm on a beat, I own that.
Fuck who's online listening like phone taps.
I meant that three ways.
Sensitive side isn't the one I tend to embrace.
I'm abrasive, make a racist run like races.
Meant this a few too:
Beer bottle chases.
Shots. Aces. Bullets. Cases. Suits.
More money for the courts, more hatred.
Stupid shit is looking more and more sacred.
I'd probly start praying if the roof caught ablaze.
What a useless array of options we're offered,
so the corporations can keep cash in coffers.
In turn, they give cash to the coppers,
and politicians so the masses can't actually prosper.
Capitalists have got that shit on lock brah.

Big business got the industry locked.
They manipulate the system so the kids don't get a shot.
Either posted on a burner or they floating in the pot.
I see people lookin hopeless, man, I see that shit a lot.
Gottem Locked to the rock that they tossed off the dock.
Locked to the rock that they tossed off the dock. Gottem Locked.

I don't think that I can stop it from sinking.
Clinks on deck. Say cheers. Keep driinking.
Bling on necks makes dreams keep clinging,
but you never see them anywhere but on the screen singing,
or on the cover of a magazine grinning.
I'm smoking so loud that my ears start ringing.
Good. I wasn't tryna hear from the beginning.
See, I been intending to cut this key,
but I don't mean blow, I mean set this free.
I mean, lets just keep our cash in our jeans.
Tell the labels we ain't playing ball if they aren't funding teams.
That thinking's staying small.
I'm just tryna set a scene.
Every day we're gettin bigger than we ever have been.
Who's we? We're the people with the jobs so demeaning,
we spend our lunch break plotting robberies, scheming.
Get locked in for tryna keep up with Jones'.
Get locked out, not payin bills, be homeless.
Locked in the cycle.
Lost in the moment.
Locked on, in the cross-hairs, not knowing it yet.
Just do what's expected.
This shit's too smooth to reject it.
Living an illusion of success.
Never ask whats locked in Fort Knox, that's best. Yes.

Big business got the industry locked.
They manipulate the system so the kids don't get a shot.
Either posted on a burner or they floating in the pot.
I see people lookin hopeless, man, I see that shit a lot.
Gottem Locked to the rock that they tossed off the dock.
Locked to the rock that they tossed off the dock. Gottem Locked.
Track Name: No Reggie ft DJ Dice
My car like my weed jar. No Reggie.
Rolling steady, puffin petro, go Chevy.
Eyelids low, they oh, so heavy.
Ima take it slow, so I know they won't get me.

Alright. Move through streets.
Hit a pot hole, still bounce over beats.
Shit is a trip. it's never complete.
Never get there. Never get sleep.
Driver fatigue. Eyes go red.
People moving faster than me,
I don't stress. I guess I figure I'll arrive when I's sposed to.
Move slow. Watch for ghosts. Coast. Ooh.
Shit's easy, I been doin this since 02.
Still call myself Doobs. Name holds true.
Keep it right between the paint, watch for red and blue.
Feelin like I'm bout to faint from the fuckin fumes.

My car like my weed jar. No Reggie.
Rolling steady, puffin petro, go Chevy.
Eyelids low, they oh, so heavy.
Ima take it slow, so I know they won't get me.

Super Saiyan sensimilla, hit ya like it's sent to kill ya.
Soon sensory perception starts to fail.
Shit's real. Got it in the mail. Yup.
Dude sent it in a mofuckin mail truck.
Now, all my friends gotta different strain o the green.
We puttin it in the wind.
Was doing it then, will do it again.
Knee on eight, hands are never two and ten.
Got some shit to attend to,
finished at the venue.
Hoping a pig doesn't pop up behind a menu.
Then move slow.
Food only thing fast.
Look, 100 are the numbers on the dash.

My car like my weed jar. No Reggie.
Rolling steady, puffin petro, go Chevy.
Eyelids low, they oh, so heavy.
Ima take it slow, so I know they won't get me.

No regular. Grade A premium.
Smell the gas burning while I pull up at the scene.
Plenty o momentum. Head full of steam.
Interior filthy. Never get clean.
Evergreen tree swinging from the rear-view.
If I'm lookin at you in that, can't hear you.
Tryin not to veer too close to the center line.
Don't attract attention, popo's no friend of mine.
No. If they focus on my plate,
they're gunna see the reggie is overdue, late.
The state can wait till I'm paid, it won't break em..
but if pigs listening, I'm lying, for the sake of entertainment.

My car like my weed jar. No Reggie.
Rolling steady, puffin petro, go Chevy.
Eyelids low, they oh, so heavy.
Ima take it slow, so I know they won't get me.
Track Name: The Fog ft Ryjin the Recounter & DJ Baggylean
Beat like this, I don't really gotta work much.
Hair stands up, like the feeling when she first touch down.
Mind on a cloud, not an account.
Light headed, hit the ground and I'm bound to bounce.
Old resources, new found amounts.
About to show these clowns what astounding sounds like.
Quote that.
Use this for the soundbite:
Count it. I heard that numbers don't lie.
So I guess that they're better than me,
their numbers are higher. AHHH
I'll set these fuckers on fire.
They're telling lies like "Chris Tucker retired..."
And who would know?
It just sucks to be stuck with the satire.
Only a few can go back to the facts... liars.
I cant admire that, speaking as a fan.
Matter of fact, it's love, so I'm speaking as fam..
Damn.. show some stamina.
Can't clamor for cameras.
I'm out shaking hands like an amateur...
And I dunno how to manage me,
Instagram filter my insanity.
Planned pandemonium, organized chaos.
I'm moving through the fog like, please..
Let it pay off.. I'm in the fog..

I'm in the fog, whats pullin me through this? I dunno. I dunno. I just do this.

I gotta keep moving.
I cant see.
Gotta stay stoned.
I cant breathe.
Gotta make the most o what I cant keep.
So now I gotta wonder why I cant sleep.
Damn.
New plans are cheap.
Watch me outmaneuver them just standing here speaking.
Each one teach got taught to me.
I showed them how to twist pot, watch for po-lice.
There's a cost for each individual action.
I get on stage, kick raps without asking.
Guaranteed satisfaction.
Then I drop the mic, leave, no attachment.
I'm in the wind.
I'm coming for the win.
Writing til the inks running out in my pen.
Writing to enlighten, not to pretend.
Right then, the lightening strikes where I stand.
I said "God damn".. I guess I said that too much.
Walking on glass cuz the sand combusted.
Man, that's some illustrious hustlers,
but I'm just smoking up with their customers.. what?
Tell em your closed mind's rusted shut..
Tell me that you suckers aren't stuck in a rut...
Cant put a foot in front of me there's nothing to trust.
Everything's fog. Silhouette's suspect.. yeah.. silhouette's suspect... ugh.. I'm in the fog, fog fog
Track Name: Raindrops ft The Liberators (Self) & DJ Dice
One time I asked my pops what he was doing,
he said, "I'm dodging raindrops."
Dancing like he didn't care.
(Dancing like he wasn't there.)

Look, one thing they taught me is stay optimistic.
Getting lost in negative thoughts is a sickness.
See the sun, think the storm missed your district?
Downpour hits, gotta react with swiftness.
Ceiling leaking. Someone's gotta fix it.
No matter how quick, soaked like predicted.
Cold start blowing through your clothes like it's fishnet.
Shit gets real. You miss old days.
That's when people get pistols raised.
Or pop a pack of pills, put them in the grave.
I can't relate, nah, I probly went insane, I'm like,
"Go ask Cobain why I'm dancing in the rain."

One time I asked my pops what he was doing,
he said, "I'm dodging raindrops."
Dancing like he didn't care.
(Dancing like he wasn't there.)

And amidst the commotion, life comes like a swift breeze.
To shift trees horizontal and smash like the blitzkrieg.
But stay up, and lay up nice, and watch the world spin.
It's life, and when it's rocky, mine out the raw gems.
You'll find em. Refine em. Design em into an essence.
That reminds you of beauty you thought never lived in the present.
It's a shame, cuz underneath the rain we're all the same, and it's strange, surviving's like finders keepers for the sane.
And when its strange remain strained for the gains.
Always stay unique and never change and yet your never plain.
See, I wish that we could realize and give this gift back,
that gave so much of this love. I feel that is rap.

One time I asked my pops what he was doing,
he said, "I'm dodging raindrops."
Dancing like he didn't care.
(Dancing like he wasn't there.)

I get it, exist minute by minute.
Escapism is keeping us in it.
Incentive is not to get sent to prison.
So grin and bear it.
Choose what to cherish. I look at life and try not to compare it.
Rare situation we're here to inherit.
Breathe air 70 odd years and perish.
There's water everywhere, but I still don't care yet.

One time I asked my pops what he was doing,
he said, "I'm dodging raindrops."
Dancing like he didn't care.
(Dancing like he wasn't there.)
Track Name: Hold On ft Tallas & DJ Baggylean
3X just hold on
3X im on my way
there's gunna be some
Long days


Mediocrity
Monday morning in the merge lane
Maintain, above it
bird brain.
Lookin down on low lifes
they look down at me
say I got no life
meh
Im makin sure its rolled right
lookin like a cigarette
just in case the po lice
roll up right beside me at the lights
just another guy on his way to his 9-5 shift
yup
drive with care
arrive alive with time to spare
no charges
only carded by the punch clock
set of headphones and an old school lunch box
they talk hockey
i talk about shit no one watches
like yo "Based God dont got shit on Joey"
they go leave
I miss my OE
throw my headphones in and hear my homies
only 10 more hours to go
and I'll roll up half way like
broke power windows.
phone has Nintendo
8 bit endzone dance
getting paid
playing tecmo bowl in a trance

3X just hold on
3X im on my way
theres gunna be some
Long days

Long days, Long nights too
watching the sky turn black from light blue
quite true, life on loop
I been working
like that's the shit I like to do
but, thank GOD my ' my biggest problem
workin more would be the only way to solve it- an
I guess that's the plan
but
I'm gone the second I get half a chance
this is zombie land
the bored walk empire
if I flash in the pan
I'll jump into the fire.
Shake fans hands
stay inspired
wired
this isn't the time to get tired
I heard these other dudes did this much
that means I gotta do more
till they cant keep up
I'm like "WHAT WHAT WHAT?"
like an adlib track
nightclub 's my night shift
then after that
I go back to my bed
then back to my boss
then back to my home
then back to the sauce
then back to the bar
backs to the wall
nothing at home to go back to at all
so, back out on tour
backing up my braggadocio
baggage in the back
by the boatload
back tires scrrrrt
smoke show
ask when I'm coming back
I don't know..
That depends if I'm attacked by the popo
or if I meet a chic who's stacked like Co Co
might hafta call a halt like Woh Woh Woh
slow motion
I'm coasting
up above the ozone
and I don't even got my phone on
my voice mail telling them just hold on