SP World 3

by Chopperman

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released 30 March 2014
Tilly T is my friend Tim Gill. His verse on The Cheese Song is his rapping debut! He also provided the bass on that song.
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soundcloud.com/akashicrecordings (Ryan Forest)
soundcloud.com/iiiii
soundcloud.com/thegreendutch
soundcloud.com/teewok
soundcloud.com/tastik
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soundcloud.com/earwaxmelter
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Track Name: Still My Life (prod. Tiredoriots)
i sure do love this hip hop stuff
i truly could never get enough
it really pulled me through the rough
into a real utopia
grillin filets of talapia
feeling the rays of the shining sun
so bright and great its outrageous
no time to think to count pages
turning one after another
chapter to chapter, cover to cover
from plundering under to hovering over
fumbling drunk and recovering sober
come right over like red rover
to know your strength, test it over and over
and over until you know you're a warrior
ready for everything, never a worrier
remaining focused whenever the stories blur
and ride the wind like a soaring bird
i learned to fly on a stormy night
its the perfect time for the first in flight
electrified when the sky disperses light
sometimes its cold as ice but earth is tight
the surface orbits the source of light
at the perfect distance to give birth to life
riding these waves i surf the tide
back to the shore to stride forth with pride
a bit more than i had before the ride
win, lose or draw, the points you tried
i'd rather fail everytime than never try
to win after lots of loss is the best suprise
and you can't even believe your eyes
when its finally time to receive the prize 8 more
i have some peace of mind thanks to beats and rhymes
i learned lots from listening between the lines
as a teen when i'd need releif inside
i'd be at Streetside for CDs to buy
i'd be riding to AOI
De La Soul singing "its my life"
Track Name: SP (prod. Chief Bob)
SP labels my beat machine.
Here's what those letters mean to me.
Stencil Penciller, sketching song skeletons.
Sun Processor, providing none-blinding reflections.
Skill Port, where techniques take flight.
Sound Party, where the vibrations unite.
Sky Paintbrush, painting from the horizon up.
Sonic Pain-reliever, better than any prescription drug.
Something Perfect, not the SX but the OG.
Soul Purpose, I put effects on my life's meaning.
Snow Plow, pushing slush out the way.
Shoe Polish, cleaning my connectors to the base.
Some Peace, I'm at ease til accidental erase.
Safe Place, away from the daily melee.
Snare-Plane, flying through spare breaks.
Survival Plan, I'll loop whatever it takes.
Spirit Propeller, sending me up over the clouds.
Super power, I plug it in and Soar Proud!
Track Name: Beat The Drum
alright then, i'll recite them
rhymes that that show i'm still crazy like Paul Simon
standing 6 feet but feeling tall as Zion
its gold as silence when the drums and rhymes get harmonizin
off time but still i'm not tryin
quantizin, its the sound of the robot uprisin
i'm just rhymin, i do not despise it
i just do my shit and don't compromise when i
beat the drum

call me rhymin mcrhymalot
as a baby i'd say goo ga goo ga
as a child, learning to read
my idol was Shel Silverstien
and when i heard Run DMC I knew
i had to rap, or at least try to
and here i am still tryin
still strivin to build skills and refine them
these eyes have been on the prize since first sight of it
i didn't need a psychiatrist to prescribe this
i didn't need a counselor for guidance
i just fell into the groove and glided
like a needle on vinyl
my need to express myself is primal
music is the language universal
until the end of human life on earth we'll
beat the drum
Track Name: The Cheese Song (feat. Tilly T)
hear ye hear ye
if we are we we eat. we're cheese
its me, Cheesy C with Tillamook T
we're here to celebrate dairy
a match made in heaven is cheddar and swiss
slap those two together you can't miss
everyone loves Romano like Ray
everyone who's vegan must be insane

pecorino, asiago
can i dice it?
Yes you can!
parmigiano-reggiano
can i grate it?
Yes you can!
queso fresco manchego
can i bake it?
Yes you can!
habanero, pimento
let me smell it

i'm a provolone pro
in mexico they call me senor queso
when colby's around i hear angels
like dolby surround, coming from all angles
i find bliss in slices
holy has a double meaning when it comes to my swiss
cheese is wonderful but too much can be a hassle
it can harden shit until its hard as shit on you're asshole

feta, mozzarella
can i shred it?
Yes you can!
gouda, gorgonzola
can i slice it?
Yes you can!
monteray jack, pepperjack
can i melt it?
Yes you can!
colby jack, whatever, Jack
i'm gonna cut it!

anyone who knows fine quisine
knows a thing or two about poutine
a delicious meal with lots of protien
Chef Rob Dog knows what I mean
good cheese takes me all the way back
to being a toddler eating monteray jack
whether its pepper, colby or monteray
Jack's still my friend at the end of a long day
my favorite skater is Mark Gonzales
my favorite cheeses are not Gorgonzolas
here's me when i order food
I'll have a fruit and cheese platter please, hold the fruit

easy cheez, cream cheese
can i spread it?
yes you can!
queso fundito
can i sautee it?
yes you can!
limburger, emanteller
can i fry it?
yes you can!
perrano grana padana
can i rap it?
yes you can!

Pecorino, asiago, parmiggiano reggiano
These are hard Italian cheeses not american romano
Queso fresco, manchengo, queso habenaro
I eat with speedy gonzoles and his little sombrero
Roquefort, gorgonzola, stilton and maytag
Blue cheese is hard to tell apart without a little name tag
I like pulling mozzarella or peeling it like string cheese
every time I order pizza gotta ask for extra cheese please

pizza, quesadillas
can we cook it?
Yes we can!
lasagna, grilled cheeses
can we bite it?
Yes we can!
fettuccini alfredo
can we eat it?
Yes we can!
chili con queso
can we dip it?
Yes we can!
Well, we're gone!
Track Name: Beyond the Moons (prod. Self-Taught Astronaut)
stepping through the fresh snow
on the ground about to be a UFO
lets see who can let go
on your marks, get set, go
groove with the flow to the meadow
think you're too cool, then you's a pendejo
a free trip without doing a game show
to the most beautiful place known
you'd have to be stupid to say no
if thats so, hey no problemo
that just makes more room in the space boat
say luego, to the goons that stay low and
yo to the loons where the planes go
ya know, the planes where the loons go
ya know, the place where the dreams grow
lets go beyond the moons of Pluto
boss at the job work you like a mule?
lets go beyond the moons of Pluto
dug dirt for years and haven't found a jewel?
lets go beyond the moons of Pluto
finding ways out is crucial
lets design escape routes and use those
i hate to sound too stoned
but i think i'm bout to blow
some more smoke, you know
how i do, tokin the loco
making momentos like takin a photo
make you say yes like my name was Oh No
relaying visuals like a mental GoPro
its mental to think the kid wont go pro
the name is Chopperman, not Joe Shmo
i'm astrotravelling like Quasimoto
thanks to escapes, i love this place so much
when i die my energy won't be able to go up
big babies need to grow up
grown ups need to shrink down and float up
beyond the moons of pluto
Track Name: Sons & Daughters (feat. Ryan Forest, prod. IIIII)
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LET THE MUSIC TAKE YOU AWAY
TO A PLACE WHERE YOU CAN PLAY
THE WAY YOU USED TO, IN YOUR YOUTHFUL DAYS
THE INNER CHILD STAYS THROUGH OLD AGE
TAKE THE EXUBERANCE OF BEING LITTLE
AND THE INDEPENDENCE OF BEING AN ADULT
AND YOU'VE GOT THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS
YOU CAN FLY LIKE BIRDS AND CLIMB LIKE SQUIRRELS
REVED UP LIKE RABBITS YET TOUGH LIKE TURTLES
WITH UPS LIKE HORSES TO JUMP LIFE'S HURDLES
ITS NOT AS HARD TO HOLD A LARGE WORKLOAD
WHEN YOU CALL YOUR HOME A CARNIVAL
ACTUALLY I CALL MINE A LABORATORY
I CONDUCT S-P-RIMENTS CASUALLY
AND HAVE A GLORIOUS EXPERIENCE
LIKE A KID IN A CANDY STORE WITH MONEY TO SPEND
DON'T LET THE YEARS BURY YOU
STAND ON THEM FOR A BETTER VIEW
OR RAMP OFF THEM AND GO AERIAL
I FOUND A FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH IN MY STEREO

I was that hyper kid with a vivid imagination/the type to fantasize in a skit of his own creation/super literate, for books were my elation/these Institutions couldn't inhibit my fascination/-And even at the point of graduation/I never gradually lost that taste for escaping/used to hang with my ninjas/swinging sticks as bows/pretend nunchucks in my Bruce Lee pose/I suppose, I'll always be a child at heart/though it's grown up roles, we still playing a part/and playing is smart/-and art's my approach/hip hop set the mold and provided me hope/which widened my scope/and sparked a flame/-my ray of youth, forever ablaze/so I gotta give back to the seeds I raise/teach em: "dreams don't need to be a fleeting phase"
Track Name: CHOPPERBOT 4000 (prod. Green Dutch)
commence rhyme pattern
and turn human minds inside outward
flip the entire planet
upside down, shake change out of it
rearrange alphabet
position P after S
ask more, answer less
release your damn regrets
release grudges
release judgement
release expectations
maintain function

this isn't artificial intelligence
it is official brilliance
that was ridiculous arrogance
process embarrasment
and get back to instrumental embellishment
spit it, mix it, relish it
and then exit the mothership
earn a check and cash it, pay the rent
maintain hangar so i can go to space again
my crafts are aircrafts to fly away with
my escape is in zen meditation
deep concentration on creation

resume rhyme flow
encapsulate moonlight glow
an old plant growing through limestone
with buds fresher than a new pinecone
king is not a role that i condone
but the seat in the booth is like a throne
the rhymes go through the microphone
and ride the beat into the night alone
ridin home
Track Name: Check To Check (prod. Tiredoriots)
my rhymes used to be stronger
because my life used to be harder
back then i needed those words to breathe
now i flow because the beats are so thisty
also to occupy my mind
while i'm on my pizza guy grind
i've worked full time
for most of my adult life
i've cooked, i've cleaned and i've served
i've stocked shelves and i've delivered
back when i was a high schooler
i got caught smoking weed in the dairy cooler
i skipped class more than Ferris Bueller
oblivious, thinking noone was cooler
after college i was hired as a janitor
i was fired after about a half a year
next i had a job stocking shelves
up until i told the boss to go to hell
then it was on to cookin at perkins
then i got canned for drinkin at work then
i got a gig at ihop
i got my fill of it and i walked
next stop was the pizza shop
thank god they gave me a shot
i still work there and i like it a lot
i drive around rockin Hip Hop
i feel like i cheated the system
but they can't arrest me cuz i didn't
i still live paycheck to paycheck
but these days i stress way less
lyrically i may have passed an apex
until my life goes back to a straight mess
providing steam to power my inkpen
so i can write my way out of the pigpen
again
Track Name: Fonzarelli (prod. Teewok)
cruisin without a care, living this life and there's nothing you can tell me
breathin in the fresh air, feelin just right, chillin cool as Fonzarelli
with one hand on the wheel, one hand on my lap, chillin next to my belly
not scared cuz i'm prepared and movin on track, serving cold cuts like a deli
psychadelic and rare, flying high
like a pelican there, in the sky
i'm a gazillionaire thanks to my rhymes, limitless and self propelling
thought compelling, fraud repelling, won't stop excelling,
not failing, except for UAs, pot inhaling,
nug life, call the LP Choppaveli
on the SP on the daily, i refuse to fight the feeling
climbing up flights of stairs, to the roof top, to lift off above the ceiling
floating in the fresh air, up in the sky, a much better place for dwelling
hearts are thawing as the pot is melting
dissolving shelling, we all are melding
the beats got that Teewok feeling
like teens got when the three o-clock bell rings
fresh out the box like a beat Rahzel brings
food for the soul, helping, helping to helping
i delve deep in myself to reach
dreams that no wishing well can bring
seems that nobodys telling me
how to be, since i'm not listening
my hearing is 20/20
clear as can be until you're talking to me
i don't understand mumbling
but i can hum in harmony with the buzz of a bumble-bee
sometimes i find a moment of peace
then the wind returns and on goes the tumble-weed
Track Name: Denken (feat. Tiredoriots, prod. Self-Taught Astronaut)
my philosophy
is solid but wobbly
trying to walk the line between
under and over analyzing
i think that to think too much
is almost dangerous as to not think enough
maybe i'm overthinking this thinking stuff
thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin is tough
some stay the same and go bland
still, we all constantly change slow or fast
and yet always stay the same on one hand
its how a problem child became a soul man
with his own plans, own plots, own pans, own pots
own mind, own thoughts, i'm no damn robot
i think for myself so they go and throw rocks
but my paper wins like the roshambo toss 12 more then pass
i found routes around those damn road blocks
beyond out of town, i'm off the whole damn globe spot
from here it looks like a green and blue glob
of paint on a work of Van Gogh's art
and the piano sounds like that of Mozart
but its not though, that Selftaught
a fellow musical astronaut
we sparkle and glow like those Camp Lo songs
SP fam reps internationally
many countries helped create this trilogy
time to pass the mic overseas
to Tiredoriots out in Germany
Track Name: Hate Song (prod. Chief Bob)
I LOVE THIS WORLD BUT THERE'S A LOT OF ASSHOLES THAT THROW
STONES FROM GLASS HOMES SO I'M A STONES THROW FROM THE ASTROS
I MAKE ARTWORK FROM THE HEART
LIKE CLOCKWORK, I WORK TOO HARD TO BE CONCERNED
WITH ALL THE JERKS WHO HATE THE LARKS
THE DUMBEST PEOPLE ALWAYS THINK THEY'RE SMART
THEY HAVEN'T THE SLIGHTEST CLUE WHAT YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH
AND THEY WANT TO TELL YOU THEY KNOW YOU BETTER THAN YOU
THEY WANT TO THROW YOU OFF YOUR GAME
TO LOWER YOU DOWN AROUND THEIR LOW-DOWN PLANE
BECAUSE MISERY LOVES COMPANY
FUCK ENVY, GREEN'S NOT MY CUP OF TEA
MANY FOLKS SEE THE FAULTS OF THOSE NEAR
MORE CLEAR THAN THEY SEE THEIR SELF IN THE MIRROR
THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, RAISE THEM HIGH
AND WAVE GOODBYE TO THE HATE INSIDE
YOU GIVE A LOT OF LOVE, YOU GET A LOT OF LOVE BACK
YOU GET A LOT OF LOVE, YOU GET A LOT OF HATE TOO
YOU CAN'T HAVE THE GOOD STUFF WITHOUT THE BAD
DON'T LET THE WORST PEOPLE GET THE BEST OF YOU
ME IS SOMEBODY I GOTTA BE
YOU CAN'T ACCEPT IT, DON'T EXPECT AN APOLOGY
YOU DON'T RESPECT ME, DON'T EXPECT ME TO RESPECT YOU
ANY MORE THAN THE AMOUNT MINIMAL
THIS OLD TWISTED WORLD GETS COLD
THE FRIGID WIND THICKENS SKIN SO WHEN IT BLOWS
SEE YOUR STRENGTH GROW AND BE THANKFUL
UNTIL WE'RE FLAT BROKE WE GAMBLE
WE NEVER CAN KNOW WHAT THE NEXT MAN HOLDS
ONCE YOU GO ALL IN YOU CAN'T FOLD
WHEN YOU WAGER MORE THAN YOU CAN AFFORD
YOU'RE RINGING THE BELL ON DEATH'S DOOR
AND IF YOU'RE A DECENT FOOL LIKE ME
I HOPE WE BOTH DING-DONG DITCH SUCCESSFULLY
A COUPLE TIMES SOME COPS ARRESTED ME
BUT RIGHT NOW I'M ABOUT AS FREE AS CAN BE
THERE'S SO MANY WONDERFUL PEOPLE
BUT THERE'S ALSO SO MANY WHO ARE TERRIBLE
THOSE WITH SELF-RESPECT DON'T DISRESPECT OTHERS
SO WHEN SOMEONE DISSES ME I PITY THOSE SUCKERS
ITS MR. C WITH THE S.P. TEAM
BRINGING THE HEAT THROUGH THE BEAT MACHINE
SPARRING ON THE FORUMS, SHARPENING THE FOCUS
SONIC GANJA FARMERS HARVESTING DOPENESS
I'M ALL FOR CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM
I'M NOT FOR DESTRUCTIVE CYNICISM
THIS INSTANCE OF EXISTENCE ISN'T EXTENSIVE
ITS SENSELESS TO LISTEN TO DISSES
Track Name: It Has To Stop (prod. Teewok)
HOLD STRONG PARTY PEOPLE, HOLD STRONG
SOMETIMES I THROW LINES DEEP SO GO LONG
EVENTUALLY THIS WILL BE AN OLD SONG
MAYBE SOME WILL STILL BE RHYMING ALONG
ITS A NICE THOUGHT BUT NOT ONE TO DWELL ON
I TRY TO STAY IN MY TODAYS UNTIL THEY'RE GONE
I'M HELLA CALM, CHILL AS CHONG
I WOULDN'T FEEL WHAT I WRITE IF I FELT WRONG
I HELD ON TIGHT TO WHAT FEELS ALRIGHT
I HEAR MY HEART LIKE ITS GOT A MIC
ALTHOUGH, SOMETIMES I DON'T FOLLOW THE GUIDELINES
LIKE NIGHTS WHEN THE ALCOHOL FLOODS MY MIND
MY BELLY'S LIKE "THAT HIT THE SPOT!"
MY HEART IS LIKE "THIS HAS TO STOP!"
I'M TIRED OF PAYING FOR HEAVENLY NIGHTS
WITH HELLACIOUS DAYS OF FEELING BARELY ALIVE
MODERATION IS KEY, ESPECIALLY
WHEN YOU HAVE AN ADDICTIVE PERSONALITY
I'M MAKING A NEW HABIT OF BREAKING THE OLD ONES
TO FIND BETTER WAYS OF ESCAPING THE DOLDRUMS
I'VE HAD ENOUGH NIGHTS OF CRACKING THE COLD ONES
UNTIL THE TWELVE PACK'S GOT JACK LEFT TO PULL FROM
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF WALKING BACK TO THE STORE DRUNK
ENOUGH WAKING UP FEELING LIKE I'M'A THROW UP
THAT'S NOT THE WAY TO START THE DAY
I THINK ITS TIME TO LOCK THE FLOOD GATES
BUT THAT'S NOT HARD TO SAY ON A MONDAY
I HOPE TO USE THIS SONG FOR SOME STRENGTH
AND I HOPE SOME OF YOU CAN DO THE SAME
IF THERE'S SOMETHING YOU'VE BEEN TRYING TO CHANGE
IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S WRONG BUT LACK RESOLVE
PUT ON THIS SONG AND CHANT ALONG
IT HAS TO STOP
Track Name: Radio Raheem (prod. by HS)
driving through the cold rain, just put on some Coltrane
the album Ole, about to play the whole thing
studying the way the sounds swing
as they bring this Hip Hop thing into being
improvisation is key
its the way Kool Herc rocked the brakes on repeat
spread from the Bronx and Queens out across the seas
now the eastern world knows the boogiedown philosophy
how could we not see the beauty
when its everywhere, at least usually
still, life beats everyone brutally
but its not cruelty, its the only way to be
how could we not accept the suffering
when its everywhere, it isn't just me
still most get many opportunities
to make it better, its not supposed to be easy
no pressure, no release
its no wonder Hip Hop grew in the streets
i dig in the crates for funk beans
to sow in the SP to create some fresh beats
loops to capture sun beams
providing perfect vibes to manifest dreams
dope rhymes and raw beats is the recipe
Radio Raheem, rest in peace
how could we not see the beauty
when its everywhere, at least usually
still, life beats everyone brutally
but its not cruelty, its the only way to be
how could we not accept the suffering
when its everywhere, it isn't just me
still most get many opportunities
to make it better, its not supposed to be easy
Track Name: Three (prod. Self-Taught Astronaut)
to me, to believe in destiny is absurd
but I believe that living's absurd
I never know that I've seen a sign
but sometimes I do wonder
what prompted this verse
i had a close encounter with the third
digit, the magic number
word to Dave, Mase and Plug Wonder
back to the number three
this album is SP World number 3
and the day it will be released
is the day that i will be 30
and that day is the 30th
of the 3rd month of the year, perfect
i know i have purpose
but this type of occurence
almost makes me believe
i have some kind of guided destiny
something similar happened a decade before
except that time it was the number 4
it was 2004 when for just four
hundred bucks i bought the SP-404
and a smorgasbord of LPs from the thrift store
ever since then, i've never been bored
i've been hoverin toward heaven's door
i fly often but my feet haven't left the floor
i'm like my father but i serve another Air Force
how about some more flight metaphors
i was born to soar like a condor
no wonder as kid i idolized Michael Jordan
up and out like sounds of a pipe organ
flying away like Danny Way skyboardin'
never losing sight of my origin
watching for pretty women like Roy Orbison
worshipping the bright orange orb that we're orbitin'
high on trees like a star ornament
minds still free, time to start warning them
of what lies beneath like a shark dorsal fin
its Chopper and Self-Taught for the win
like battle 135 on the forums
a closed minds a jail where thoughts are hoarded
fear and ignorance are the guard and warden
distractions from what all's important
is exactly what causes boredom
i see so many snoozin', snorin'
because when greed reigns its pourin'
on the poor souls that can't ignore it
i'm mortal, don't have the time for it
my umbrella is a vinyl disc
its my propeller, i'm lifted like this

i think rhymes like zombies think brains
for the opposite reason, i want to feed them
i prep lyrics like fresh ingredients
to cook over the heat the beat gives
funny how the vinyl we sample
sounds like a bon fire when it crackles
the record rotates two ways
clockwise and earthwise to bring a new day
wake up and sing with blue jays
throw away your baggage but keep the suitcase
the groove tastes clean as toothpaste
the only strings on me is shoelace
Track Name: L-I-V-I-N (prod. Earwax Melter)
guess i'll go ahead and flow again
flowin' floats my boat so i can row it in
to a cove to fish for that feelin'
that one thats so wonderful to reel in
that feeling of perfection
as if you're in heaven for a second
mind-body-soul connection
refreshes the whole condition
simple addition brings 4D vision
simpletons bring more division
ignorance brings poor decisions
diversity makes the course delicious
two ones is worse than three sixes
that one sorta seemed senseless
but rhymed so nice i couldn't resist it
I don't know whether you'll dig it
but I'm willing to risk it
when the rhymes and the beats get mixed
its just like gravy and biscuits
without these instruments
i'm just Stanley Ipkuss
a fat beat is that gift that keeps givin'
word to Wooderson, man, just keep livin'
l-i-v-i-n