Bottom Dollar

by sign one

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BD$INTRO 00:52
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Grown Raps 03:30
ladies and gentlemen, you are now rocking with the veteran Tell your friends, tie your shoe, take your medicine Let's all listen to the poets that's relevant My name is sign I'm in the place with this mic And if the taste isn't right then I'll replace it with hype We sick and tired of these so-called rappers Fittin to cold call crackers and grow bald backwards.. And bring it back come rewind.. We like to rip mics Do it all the time, this is our time. Like they said : "This is our show"-conshus got somewhere's to be? You got no where else to go? Shouts to the west coast. Shots to the moon Been fuckin with the best folks it gotsa b soon so Throw your hands in the air! Hey! (Ho!) make some mfkn noise Let's get that shit out the way, cause I don't play that. Been rhymin since way back, even did back ups on the big payback7 inch vinyl (I wrote lyrics on the back of the record sleeve) Na I'm lyin I'm not Lionel I just still dig the wax it just feels to be primal I'm at the dollar box. Bargain or not. I see the homeless cots Give that man all that I got $ That's why I stays broke but you can bet I stays fed, Big Chef on the mic, wack emcees: stay in bed. They said I'm gettin older. I said "don't matter, they boring" Cause I'm from back when cartoons was only Saturday morning Now we all strung out on instant gratification, "how ya want it I got it"-mikeg Unless you're asking for patience. Jerk Circuit. Shouts to the hooligans We rockin baggy pants they boutsta b cool again Cause what goes around comes back around we figure (And)"now we got white kids callin themselves niggas" no The mic rock tho, the main ingredient That goes for standup poets and slam comedians And deejays who prerecord sets to be broadcasted later When they pretend to take requests And this goes out to real rappers rap with finesse The crowd is waitin for queues I don't feel moved. Or blessed Graf writers/b-girls only ones left who ain't been completely bought out by Big Businesses (YET) Save a couple of paydays.... I'm Saving my cliches so maybe someday I can say "Peace to the God". On his birthday.
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Blisters 03:55
This pitch is none of your business Nor is what's inbetween And I bet you wish it was Xmas Every day is Halloween The grind is much like the hustle And the game'll go straight to your dome And "part of me rich man, pardon me homeless. Offerings unto his own."-me it makes no sense to think in terms of lost or forgotten men On a carton of milk with a handful of heads The bosses rotten pen Who just can't write no more But with the healing powers of Christ I'm back with a flash of light A pocket of poems And a mouthful of ice I bet you wish this was rap music I don't even know what that is But I do know "it takes a nation of millions.." And "nobody beats the biz" This ain't your average axiom asshole Eat it consider it true It goes one for the money Two for the credit And three. And the rest is for you Cause the radio said hip hop is dead And the kids all listen to country I said "fine by me" it's fine time we Move on. Now how bout some lunch meat I need a wardrobe like Prince And a grill like Steve yzerman I'd be the baddest rapper from SF To Bedford Stuyvesant You can search the world for the perfect girl Or the job you think is worth working But you never get blessed with a light like mine Or a crew as dope as jerk circuit And your dogs commence to dissipate Hip hop ages gracefully By the time I finish my debut album The nursing home better have space for me Some days I just can't Fck with About lost my mind the other night Every morning I wake from a 10 year coma like: "DANIEL LARUSO'S GONNA FIGHT??"
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The Process 05:04
We makin records piecing together snippets of tape We take forever at peace with the weather bitches and breaks We hatin? Never. It's peaches and pleather. This handshake Who wants to drive next? (This is on some hip hop shit) I grabbed the mic first time when I was maybe 15 Around the same time I learned to keep the kitchen clean We never switched teams, just kept it peace, awake. All types of listeners complete each piece of the break. I'm mad grateful. Ask me for what? Don't pass me for last gatsby, I'm nasty as fuck Or maybe just too polite to use such poor grammar Confused your new yorkin with Grand Rapids stammer (Ima battle ya) I'm just LOLin trolls go back under your bridges We got new generations of kids to live with Go take your kids to the record shop Go start up a milk delivery pop up I don't give a fuck Just see these rappers every time they visit That's called support sport (s/o Filkoe) "Get in where you fit in" to quote too short "There's money in the ghetto" again IDK Cause man I ain't from Oakland. I keep forgettin Big up the heads that's holding down the winters in the mitten Not me sun, they say "we sun people" We call ourselves Suns and our state of mind: peaceful {Time} Ain't got nothing else to do, but pass I'm more or less older than I feel I should be, right at this moment Me and my crew used to pedal this honest music and suffered elite Until the Internet chased me down I got friends I wish I could see right now, but I can't remember their names While hiding my phone from myself, in the process I lost my pen (Writing this in notes now) Got pen pals now, on skype and said "read my fax" Everyone of us a documentarian, I can't help but support that And not give a shit who owns this. "You want your money, come and get it"-sole While becoming part of the process, processing raps most prophetic. These mix tapes used to be shrinkwrapped. But that was just part of the "...process, like Ice-T's hair Said mr coke to mr mayor"-boots And you could tell where I come from we gettin older we ain't gettin dumb sun Or young sun.. And got nothin left to run from my name is sign one This is truth. This is a youth movement We don't talk about art. We talk survival and write you music
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SideB 00:45
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Ok party people Let's get down to business I'll try to keep your attention Excuse my persistence But this is, an example Of good folks done gone bad Like me here on this mic I think I brought the wrong hat How I'd rather be bangin on drums Than dragging my thumbs With Neanderthals on mopeds Got my flags and my guns In a standoff with God sun At the top of the mountain Where I'm like "gimme my dreams back That I dropped in the fountain." -goonies yo here we go again folks Ima state my case You don't like the way it looks up here? You should break my face Or we can stand in silence Or we can vote me off the island Or maybe we would get more mileage Outta resorting to violence Yeah here it is party people In the place to be You done paid to see me rap> I get disgraced for free So if you see me lookin sappy homie After the show, you better Buy my crew a round of drinks Or ask me to go But if I leave I'm headed to the rooftops I'm done with the couch life I live it for the finer things The gun in my mouth Tighten ya nooses if ya know what talkin about Come fly with me (I am not your equal.. Meaning your equivalent) Sign ones a nasty bag of human shit to a beat When the time comes to gas me? Dag.. Will you forget to retreat? And cop your poison of choice, you better make it super-sized Fuck it. Gimme a lethal dosage doc, I need to be euthanized. Mind numb, blind from why the real live die young Always happens on holidays, and if it's not: it becomes one To be marked on calendars and then forgotten with guilt That's why I'm laughing in the face of God, and rapping on stilts. Come fly with me All these life like impulses keep on forging our signatures and I'm not sure if we're not dying just to be watching our figures And everybody wants to be all depressed, try it. In my opinion being broke is still the best diet I never stopped talking to God, but not forsaken his patience That's how I know I'm not a coward, but I'll never make it to face him But you can write the final chapter right after you learn to fly Man will never fear the laughter, and never conquer the sky So while they paint your portrait and hang it on the wall at the bar They'll know you did it to be free, that's why they made you A star Send me a sign about the state of things here after I'm gone But don't consider me a martyr, for how I'm ending the songs Come fly with me
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Checks 01:48
Beats and rhymes Sign one speaks his mind Grabs the mic, and freezes time Oh y'all taping? Please rewind I got beats yo I'm stacking like a crip But emcees is actin like a bitch My deejays a (No)show off. Cuts cold I froze ya clothes off It's getting hot this year I try to rhyme the same Hope we don't get blamed for climate change Either way the end is neigh It's a good thing my friends is fly Cold world/ fat goose or north face Rich folk/ big hats for horse race And now the cops got tanks Ands there's no gold in the back of the banks They said the streets don't sleep So we stayed awake While they played PlayStation We played 808s When survival was a matter of fact Interest on loans, but I'd rather get jacked Cause it pays in endorphins Gen dead they stays in they coffins= Plugged to the backs of necks And (. >>>>) still cashing them checks
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MDR PRFCT 03:15
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Stepping to the record shop Half of this punk rock (vinyl addicts) Seem like we all get along Activists! (gunshots) Just came from the flat black (and circular) Pockets full of fat caps Even with the meansteaks Versace with that cat scratch Y'all can see them rap cats Only when the tides low 87,88, the cultural vibe show Pop up in the tape deck Call up the request line Jason staten, raging bull Y'all can spit your best lines Gather round the park bench Cypher with the village cats Before adenya, ETC had the illest raps! Summertime, walkin with gazelles no fat lace Got ups on the overpass, haters got the gas face Around the same time is when I got my first taste Of ASR-10's and started jackin all the drum breaks And rappin for the funds sake Fuck keepin it focused, right? I met DJ RUCKUS at the open mic Who knew the breaks that I'd like And exactly when to get it in That Mexican kid said "he like the white Eminem" (true story, about me not Steve) Cut to coffee shops up in the winter that's packed sun Sweaty artsy chicks and they are ready for some action Girl I gotta go I catch the catabus the east side We mob a lot of mustangs, but ain't no fucking free rides There used to be a bench here, the cops abolished it What up to all the gutter punks, I stop in for a hobbit stix Or maybe some midevil with my second favorite deejay I "smack".. it, like "that ass up" And bounce and catch a replay And walk around the corner on some hoodie head nod shit Or holler at the hot chicks and catch up on my gossip "He rock girbauds?" "I didn't mean to laugh at ya" "been looking for abs, He been sent back to Africa" Damn! I never knew the dude the type to rock the gun But hey, at least now I know how fast officer Lum can run Doubles on Mars attacks, singles at the smoke shop You can call me pop rap. Ima call you folk rock We on the porch, we never miss a rap city. On tusk ones couch we FIRE CODE CAPACITY I've been walking around in circles tryin to find my friends Until then, I'm listening to 89 FM It's deejay tony tone, DJ BENNY BEN On Saturday night my friend. It was on 89 FM
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Bottom $ 04:14
Coffee in my hand, feeling like a serpent Zagging through bag people, and humans with purpose Fresh off the bus stop, minding my business Sweatshirt and backpack, I'm blinded by visions Woke up this morning, stranger in the city Face all pixilated, took to the streets Faster than traffic, pedestrian magic They say you can't have it, but gypsies have mastered it Up to no good, plus I'm the Shit. Stop for a quick game of 5 minute blitz Got my ass whipped, it's veterans luck But something else on my mind, it's better than drugs I'm out for the Duck today, there's no doubt about it I memorized my line and I'm about to shout it It goes "gimme all your money mfcks yeah thanks" You never thought you'd see sign one robbing that bank Bad mf with a head full of eels Stomach fulla butter knives Fist fulla steel And it's been about a minute since I manned a decent meal Plus the 1 finga discount, that shit IS a steal! You had enough life today? You threw in your skirt? When worst turns to worse, you might be doin the dirt. When verse hits the turf and fits the shoe and it hurts The difference a day made, that's you in the works We not supposed to be lifelike My OGs still close to me, right Spike? It helps to speak truth when the "borrowers debt Is the only regret of your (my) youth" -fleet foxes its the black and mild white stripe For cash I'd be the last man to fight blight Used to move every 2 now your two houses bout to be out From under You, who needs proof? peace to all my backpackers, wack rappers, crab apples, fact checkers, Best respect no better master plan than hand to mouth, Unless your still living check to check A beer and a shot goes to the boss of the year Who can't count the handouts it cost to get here He's procrastinive (a word?) taught the kid to shave face Running these raps like we rats in the same race Like "hey dad, I wish we had the same rates" We borrowed our debt and our death at the same pace And the homies : "live long and prosper" Teach all the shit that I should have taught ya But that's when it hits me, at least before I hit 50 That I'll be leaving this city and learn to walk like a gypsy Down to beaners (what's bigby?) this life can't last long All I ever wanted was to write that rap song

about

sign one is a producer and rapper from Orlando Fl.  In the early 2000's sign and his crew, "jerk circuit" helped pioneer the "nerd rap" style and sound of hiphop and went on to create beats for many emcees since.

The newest album, titled "bottom dollar" was written between the years of 2012-2015 and recorded in the true signone minimalist fashion, utilizing samples from vinyl to create the beats and vintage equipment to record.  Known for his unique performance style and live playing on drum machines, sign continues to rock mic's and bang on pads in the ozone. 

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released September 13, 2016

Written & performed by sign one
Orlando, FL, USA
Beats by sign one
Horns by Theclarinethobo
Guitars by Brad Kriebel
Scratches by Spytek
Tweech!zown appears on MDR PRFCT

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