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No Applause EP

by Cam James x Remot

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1.
Talkin' Sh!t 02:01
Verse 1 Sometimes I'm feelin' down, got the depression bouncin' in a revolutionary through my words n I write wit' Malcolm pen watch the news at 10 and heard 'em talkin' about that powder thought it was talcum then, realized that my people might need counselin' classic talkin' mouse and men, schemin' since a youngin' to leave the town I'm in moved without my friends, was travelin', my mother broke down gettin' money was like waitin' for a Falcon win in 2013, hotel rooms, livin' out her car was like her worst dream I was young I ain't really care about money much first girl, 'bout 3rd grade, I swear that God that honey crushed my ambition, temporary, bounced back, everybody will perhaps not, the same situation just got somebody killed in Florida, sleep on prejudice and eat stereotypes for breakfast still places in the South, where my civil rights is ejected all that anger reflected, all the wrong ppl elected I'm yellin', by any means these words gon' be respected, trust ...ain't no chorus I just rode a Megabus wit' 5 older black ladies, our convo was perplexin' 'cause they asked me, why youngins disrespectin' they next of kin? I answered, "I don't know, the reality shows and ESPN" really, wonder why the hell we stay deportin' the Mexicans, when this country was built by em, whites committed hella sins that's why I laugh when people suggest I show reverence to Uncle Samuel, got his hand in my wallet ain't left a cent I'm off the handle, an angry black man that nobody asked to hear unless I'm on this mic, spittin' the truth into y'all atmosphere the cops investigate, post mordem, what happened here? Oh, just some more niggas shootin' each other, we have to clear all this weed up out the hood, 'cause that's what's causin' it everybody knows that California weed is awful shit but hold up, let's legalize it and control the cost of it so I can pad my pension wit' arrests and get some chocolates and roses for my wife...ignore me, I'm just talkin' shit Yeah Don't really like police, that's for personal reasons, damn near arrested in Bama, I was ridin' in the backseat of my homie's ride, he got impounded tho, cause they planted some leaf n he didn't know that he had the right to tell them dirty cops to cease and desist, but he had a good lawyer, he was pleadin' the fifth and got off it my friends don't know about that, my mouth was a leakin' faucet but some things you keep to yourself until the time is right to tell it and I'm finally at that age where I can relish my freedom, and the independence, can't front my life been good in the suburbs for most of it, ain't worried 'bout reppin' no hood
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Nigga I might Said imma run this bitch nigga I might (3x) Uh this mic, well really it's a weapon of mass destruction way I'm feelin' I could kill a nigga hype I been a villain all my life thinkin' imma back down, really imma write sentences, death comin' its really outta spite 'cause the fact is, I don't really like y'all, nah fuck bein' on top, nigga might fall see better wit' the lights off, y'all pray die when I take a bite, 'cause y'all prey ya ain't rappers, Jaheim or Sade Ranger to Tonto, bye kemosabe uh, never will I, be a Wale solo, homie no labels that don't fit post up for the snipe, and I don't miss stop, I got frozen in oh six no liquor, no weeed, n no bricks can't front, I ain't messin' wit' the blunts whole rap game high though hijack for plaques, pap pap y'all got vitiligo money turnin' y'all white like silos n I'm tryna re-write like typos 16 in between intervenin', forces rapped 'cause I couldn't hit a high note yeeaaa Yeah Couldn't hit a high note but I had moves, I could dance like Michael picked rap 'cause of places the mind go now I'm tryna kill y'all, hand on the bible pray, you gon' be dead fo' the night go you the type of nigga I don't like spit bullshit, y'all niggas don't write fuckboi, I been waitin' for this shit my whole life The Concept Right, name in the light deemed hostile, got changed by the bite on sight, dumpin' out my brain on the mic nah, can't glorify chains or the vices Isis, I don't rap for the ibis birds hangin' on a nigga words so go 'head, front like I ain't up on the verge of big time, find the meanin' in my verses, go How so, hell wit' the flow poison, one man Bell Biv Devoe got crack, n i ain't gotta sell it to know 'cause I just do, like Kel wit the sodas told y'all imma run it, this is part 1 sneeze on the mic, beg y'all pardon too sick got tricks for the victims pow like Ricky I'm the best, bar none lift off from Neptune, wave to the Martians a nigga raised in the south got jargon but no accent, out-navigated the captains and made it on stage through the back end got my back bent tryna be a nice dude said fuck that, now I made the right move think twice, 'fore you pop shots never stop watchin' my hook like Tyson, ya might lose Imma get drunk, then fight like a white dude I just got a deep tan genocide bars, I be tightenin' the noose up, they should put me in the clan homie I just spent a couple grand broke ass nigga wit' a million dollar plan kidnapper shit, better pay a nigga ransom they gave me one chance, imma show em who the man is CAM
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Internal tyranny, rectifyin' and steerin' me, (T-Rex) back to the message velocity rapidly vexes (Velociraptor) this barrel nixin' sorry rappers, nobody haul me back (Baronyx) 'cause my Tarot cards lyin', see pterodactyls from afar flyin' (Pterodactyls) or tricycles on top of the yards ridin', (Triceratops) spiny backs, and skinny ankles laughin' on the side and, (Spinosaur, Anklyosaurus) scientists is providin', compsognathus-sized assignments (Compsognathus) necks stretched, brontos all in alignment (Brontosaurus) pond closed, kronos, snappin' up all my timin', (Kronosaurus) hidin' it mega lo down, tracks that change the climate (Megalodon) packin' my self below tourists, n most would never know (Pachycephalosaurus) the full extent, got a mouth full of sabers severin' throats (Saber-Toothed Tiger) the illegit, Ian Malcolm my falcons is (Archaeopteryx) mammoth designs, my lines held up for stop and frisk (Wooly Mammoth) this Pretty Toney vs. Iguana Don, rock the vote (Iguanodon) n I just dropped a prehistoric quote in every line I wrote Rewind
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Verse 1 Hell yeah reporting live from my apartment room for a couple of years now, in the same sperrys as Martin Luther (Jr.) pullin' rabbits outta my hat, watch me jump outta my Lac imaginary one, 'cause in real life, I'm drivin' this Nissan a 2007, missin' hubcaps, I ain't about the flexin' want my technique wit' the ladies, then find the Jim Halpert section it's no pam on my pots, n I ain't one to spam a lot just put my name on the moon, 'cause these knights talkin' bout cam-a-lot I want MC Hammer's spot and Justin Hammer bots my shrunken kids inside a lady's mouth like Rick Moranis plots, that's chauvinistic, in all honesty 'cause all I need is one wit Beyonce's hips, Nicki's lips, an anteater tongue wit a soul as beautiful as her body, stop lyin' I'm as single as that fat chick, cryin' while eatin' ice cream and some Pringles the black Christopher Cringle, but my gift's a bunch of bullshit that I thought up one night, drivin', when I throw on my brights I see the corner of my bedroom Y'all don't quite understand, my air mattress needin' some headroom and to get this mic and my setup I sold some family heirlooms or close to it, this is like Cassius Clay and Joe Louis before whatever fame I may get, imma go insane on my clips ejaculate my frustration, drawin' my name on her tits in third grade versions of cursive, my script been tight since time tables ain't no rapper, my superpowers don't reside in labels and likewise, I don't need to work for Starbucks to get bagels stamina everlastin', bitch I been blastin' my kegels exhalin' fire on these beats, to keep liars discreet share my joy and my misery, then take pliers to feet king of the stevens, recordin' my spiels, y'all Seagal the talent outta rap, ain't talkin' bout no boom and bap this shit the future and the past, the concept everlastin'
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Verse 1 (Cam James) I’m break, dancin' on the moon, it's somethin' like ecstatic these feet tap, n I see traps, right underneath the static guess imma take that chance and advance, rappin' on acid tryna tour Shaolin, rappin' for old dirty bastards might super smash or melee, bicycle kick wit' Pele dunk on ya moms, land on her weave, crank the Nae Nae been lovin' life lately, n ignorin' errythang they say, cause word of mouf can burn the house down, so I don't sweat that much 'cause perspiration, leads to reversin' patience, submergin' the nation in immersive diversification those some big words, all I mean to say is this ain't even close to final frontiers, skin thicker than Serena throat it ain't no fronts here, ain't gotta pretend to like people I don't know on networks, who never knew my net worth until I grabbed a mic, and discovered my path in life weavin' threads that stimulate niggas heads like a wet shirt you gon' have to come hard, (pause) to throw me off at this point, 'cause I'm 'bout to bombard jaws with a bunch of uppercuts writin' straight, n the doubters bout to hibernate elevate to hyper great, take it, I ain't the type to wait I'm Verse 2 (Niecy Blues) Moonwalkin' and on cloud nine and I'm not stressin' on you, ain't got the time ain't a lot you can do to break me down got back up on my feet, who's laughin' now Ayy, who's laughin' now, who's laughin' now you can't phase me now 'cause I'm really immune to the feuds of these haters so why trip on a minus when you a major Ayyyy, got a lot on your plate, but you still manage to make it out Ayyyy, know that life can get crazy, but that's what makes it worth it all Ayyyy, keep ya head in the clouds, 'cause nothin' can bring ya down, no and if they ask you how ya doin', just tell 'em I'm good I'm good, I'm good, I'm good Verse 3 (Cam James) Spaceships, really don’t come equipped, with rear view mirrors, they dippin' and likewise, when y’all flippin’ I keep my head I ain't trippin' I'm earnin' bread, 'cause my lyrics be burnin' lead I'm a 12 gauge, throw hate I focus on my word instead it's no applause, clappin' is superficial, attackin' me for my flaws smilin' bigger than when my lady come up out her drawers jabber them jaws, I can't hear them subpar rappers settin' traps I'm caught up in rapture 'bout to pause, uh Happy bastard I'm a special class of rapper, slash actor y'all gon' need Aflac and a back relaxer, walk out my bachelor pad slash haberdashery, my cash passively expands, tryna catch the Master Ps Happier than Skateboard P in a mountie hat, a bouncy mat, somersault, and I'm dizzier than alchies act Celebrations in order, the ancient forces of the universe in my verses, I got some great supporters fam-lay
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Yo yo yo yo, birthplace of rap son, reppin' BX to the death, shoutouts to the niggas in Brooklyn, Chi-Town in this piece, where all the real rap live n die nigga You already know we got that work in the A patna Y'all niggas ain't real hip hop uh, ain't talmbout politics, no deep shit no feature verse from Kweli, clips from that speech, Malcolm gave on my block uh, analyze my lifestyle, tell me I'm just halfway nice now the game been fucked up, ever since the day Tupac got shot y'all ain't got bars for real, kinda makes that hard to feel, real niggas been hard to kill Illmatic had large appeal y'all ain't touchin' a TCQ underground, you mainstream, no auto tune, no CPU take it back to that boom bap, beat the block I got skills b cash rules, everything in my clan, the world gon' feel me 'cause I'm...overdue for my shine street cred in my backpack, I got hip hop on my mind it's mine... Yeah, modernized my rhymes escaped from that backpackin' I refocused my mind my city full of wack rappin' I moved out, then climbed, up, and now I got mo' fans pullin' up, got both hands ambition ain't frozen watch out for yo people they want you to stay right next door them friendships get lethal sellin' faith like priests do I got no time for all these fools father time ain't waitin' y'all live in the past, gettin' off on 8 track vibrations please New school in this bitch pockets fat n I'm rich my chain hang to my nutsack in the trap house wit' them bricks I went to college I tricked my parents into thinkin' I cared education n shit, now watch me bangin' these hits out backstage, my chick, her head game on fire man yo chick mad ugly, she in the back row of that choir I blaze up, get higher you know we got it, so fuck wit' me on the top of this game, you want this crown, come get me lehh get it On purple drank, I'm lifted them 808s in that Cadillac that loud pack, we driftin' better praise God I'm gifted straight mastermind and my wrist is too ice cold, can't feel my grill candy paint on my whip it's my stat quo, when I get the bills we ridin' out wit yo hoe bend bendin' corners since 99 still tippin' on four fours what up H town, my bros this rap shit, is my side grind whip soda then feed streets skyscrapers my eyeline nigga why lie? Homie I just got wifi San Fran in my Jansport Raybans on my face, my ipod bump Chance more he's a new artist, y'all heard? Oh y'all have? Man fuck that guy underground til' I die, I know a rapper that's just as fly and he went to college, MLK on artwork, so he know he got some knowledge doesn't wanna be famous, but he's bound to be the hottest he's incredible, he got flow and his beats goin' hard, I heard one tape so I know he's bound to be the future, I'd love to take you to one of his shows I'm friends wit' his producer, he's a big deal his name is Remot read a couple blogs he wrote, I was in awe when he spoke I hope they make it big, no their music ain't made for kids it's real rap... and y'all ain't real if y'all can feel that...
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Percy: Alright folks we got 5 competitors, each of whom have uh, dedicated themselves to being in top form for this contest they will be participating in 3 rounds of various challenges today, designed to inhibit their progress, while simultaneously forcing them to display both their athleticism and complete focus on the task at hand Verse 1 Final lap listen I'm feelin' like, I done earned my way here, but I still ain't quite dope keep workin' on it and honin' my craft, and my fanbase might grow cause even though I got fans overseas, I'm still on that micro on the bench plottin' my come up, while y'all starin' at Michael as a teenager my bike broke, I had no car, I was walkin' for it I swear discount Jordans, n tall tees, no cornrows in my hair just waves, n a fucked up hairline, but in time I taught myself how to get past that, life raced past, n I ain't really caught my breath always bored in classes, I was preoccupied with my status n adolescent asses, whistlin', trippin' when they walk past us I was young n stupid, with an IQ off the charts, my friends would envy effortless achievements, the perfect scores, n fakin' busy nowadays my face is friendly, but that hides a monster, obsessed and I ain't got no patience in me, and I still I ain't chasin' Bentleys excellence is expected, the shine ain't comin late for once I'm Richard Sherman in this rap game, try not to make assumptions form follows function Percy: That was a solid run, wasn't it Bob? Bob: Oh yeah Percy, it gets the job done. He was playin' it safe in the first round doe, let's see if he steps it up for his second heat. Percy: Well, he better...this competition's HOT! Verse 2 Uh Peons attack my castle, often stack up my hassles, walkin' up stairways, obstacles, no fair play and it gets worse like every day car crash, no hard cast, Where did I leave my card last no paychecks, my heart fast been paralyzed, no sympathy I'm just sayin' when you strugglin' to eat food, you forget to hate and start prayin' got too many bills to be payin' might get a second job, on the weekend I can't shine as long as I'm under domes, like Stephen really I like to think that I'm on this Earth, for a reason cause I don't just write I've received, heavenly blessings indeed still, despite that, all the backhands I done stepped in between got my hair fallin' out from that stress, I been textin' Rasheed n I bleed, Malcolm X's post-Muhammad facts I know 'cause I read, and I'm salutin' Martin Luther still can't call him my king, levitatin' post-haste I got motivation comin' from a higher power, my doctrine, no Eisenhower gimme gold Percy: Oh my gosh, contestant #2 lights the scoreboard up! He does this all day, no help, by himself! Bob: Real talk Percy, he came wit' it, very impressive performance Percy: I like it Bob, he took it to another level. Where's our third contestant? Bob: That nigga got scared n left Percy: well...there ya have it folks. And the winner is...
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I'm back on the market nigga, free agent... ain't like I loved her anyway, you know what I'm sayin it had to end at some point right... I'm straight, you know on to the next Verse 1 It's more girls where she came from, right that's what I tell myself, I really ain't the type to break down for no female, pride blockin' that bullshit pull 'em down like retail, y'all don't know that full picture I'm drankin', my Beyonce gone, coulda been the mother of my kids, dream fiance gone she got me messed up, that weed takin' me higher reignitin' that fire, won't fly wit' her another chick, left panties up in my dryer damn...I deserve what I got, I still can't take it can't stand another man seein' you naked so I'm high, smokin' that for my pain that liquor hittin' my brain one shot from goin' insane girl you got me on that Chorus Liquor, shots, pourin' up I ain't wrapped tight my wrist, cocked, throwin' back all that gin this love and hip, hop, got me trippin' I'm faded and if we breakin' up this sippin' ain't enough baby cause you got me drankin' [c'mon take a shot...don't be a lil' bitch nigga, it's your birthday, drink...] Verse 2 Yeah Vodka bottles on tables, too many cups in here all I had was some Grey Goose, 'cause I don't really fuck wit' beer what I'm sayin', I don't even drink...but she changed my life my whole stomach in the kitchen sink...i think that drink was spiked I guess I can't hold it...five vodka shots and the sixth was bourbon on top of that, smokin'...hooka first, then the weed got broken down, niggas won't pass that shit...cause I'm a first timer baited breath when the cops rolled in, that spearmint worked, kinda gave me love, I don't do this, that peer pressure get ruthless feelin' good, kinda tipsy, so I can't leave, might lose this moment, meanwhile, she's blowin' my phone up but it's late I'm tryna have fun, I just bagged one, n tryna leave here wit two dates talkin' Chorus Verse 3 Long list...my pops ain't raise no simp she'll be back, and straight beggin' for it...so I ain't gon' trip main problem is this liquor, 'cause I got that shit in my system now trippin' all over this house party, throwin' up I feel disemboweled and I switch HOld up, hold up, wait I'm too proud to say I miss you give me tissues I got somethin' in my eye girl I ain't cryin' swear it's just that alcohol n I'm bout to fall now I'm bout to call, you better pick up I got the hiccups...way too much flip cup
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Verse 1 Whatever ya like, do you, I got the pen and the mic not an actor, more like cinema hype not a rapper, bite but the venom denied n' that factors, into the life imma live all the young niggas, advice imma give stay in school, unless it ain't for you if ya drop out, make sure the bank approves and that's real, don't really read the news I'm tryna make that, tryna let success be a nigga payback clapback to the snapback, skinny jean rockin' impostors jock us, from the PhD to the doctors, frat boy, they been trainin' to lock us convoys, Ks n' the launchers momma's boys, good grades ain't beyond us like, a drumroll for the gung ho imitation basic abrasions, no shots y'all be on base for duration no boxin', I brought rocks in, uh y'all niggas better boo me, 'cause really imma need that push, ain't never been one for the scripture, but I feel like imma need that book 'cause one of these days all the work gon' pay n I don't need money for the twerk all day I just wanna be a role model for the bros while I'm givin' all these other niggas hope both eyes in the scope like [Interlude] Hook Hol' up I ain't tryna be famous, nigga that's for y'all homie I'm straight remainin' underrated faded, wit no alcohol when I look back on life I want memories at the gates on judgement day so keep tryin' you can't get rid of me I got a lot to say wit' this loud mouth work Verse 2 Imma set, trends, by bein' the nigga that don't care bout bad bitches, fake ass hair them rap labels wit' stables of mares that make mad money for white folks to share I ain't naive tho, errybody need money, gotta eat though but to make it on top wit' ya manhood kinda like dunkin' on Shaq from the free throw tryna give shit back to the people 'cause y'all lifted a nigga from the boondocks I got new clothes, and a new watch from the shit I got comin' out ya boombox and that's real life, I'm tryna get across what it feel like I grew up lovin' hip hop, and kill mics from the hustle on side, to providin' a nigga wit' a meal like I can't say I'm really eatin' tho but I never had to keep peace before 'cause they wanna know what the plan is, what's next all that's on a need-to-know so reload... yeah, a negro educated, in the ways of the world n my resume could stack up to the great, back up, as far as my skills on the mic go errybody need somethin' they can die for jumpin', sideways like Michael but I wanna kill shit, then fade to black pull a Joe Dumars every night tho ask me to change I'm like, no [Interlude] Hook Verse 3 I rap like no-body you know I ain't even gotta do shows, my words connectin' that bass to the face, and y'all can say grace but ya body gon' float, N.O. no blockin', slappin' the window break glass, n the passion to get dough supersided, niggas wakin' up in Bugattis thinkin' about passin' the indo y'all take this, smoke it, I'm focused my prognosis, y'all throwed n below this lift weights, my flow is aerobic better get hot, 'cause I"m gon' be the coldest Kumite (Waahhh) hoes get lotus but my queen get it all in one don't judge when I'm fallin' son these ballers stunt, but that's all a front they ain't real if we don't sound like Drake, we can't feel? not everybody make rap for the bills so cut the backseat criticizin' and put fries in the bag, witcha bitch ass and that don't just apply to the broke niggas rich dudes on dates wit' a gold digger lookin' down on peons, rhyme seance I bring life to the dead, walkin' up streets and I'm thinkin' 'bout losses flawless, flip switch to the lawless criminal minded, divine binded never believe, the world give a man all this Imma do me, regardless

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My fifth independent project, and second collaboration with producer Remot. The highly anticipated follow-up to 2013's No Role Models EP features performances from The Mighty Rhino and Niecy Blues.

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released May 3, 2014

All songs written, recorded, performed, mixed & mastered by Cam James in Marietta, GA. Feature verses written by respective performers.
All songs produced by Remot.
All mixing and mastering by Cam James
Original artwork by Cam James

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