The Weekend Edition

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The Weekend Edition is a mixtape collection of singles, unreleased, remixed and rare tracks that sees monthly updates. Check www.facebook.com/witnesshiphop on Sundays to see if there's anything new!

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released January 29, 2013

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Track Name: The Girl Song
I know the math when I handle the mic
And these Pythagorean theorists think their angles are right?
They might be keeping it vivid, speaking over the beats per minute
But they're still the dictionary definition of what genius isn't
I'm making music just to open up your ears for once
And maybe get famous and get a date with Kirsten Dunst
No scratch that
I'd rather date that girl from Amelie
Cause honestly? She's French.
And that's really fucking hot to me.
This ain't misogyny
There won't be no apologies
I'm probably the Socrates of operating properly
No need to call the cops on me.
Call me an oddity
But now that she's 18? That girl from Harry Potter?
Please
And not to make a mockery, but listen Miss Tequila
I'd rather shoot myself than have a shot at love with Tila
Pop divas ain't my thing, but if I had to pick?
I'd probably go with Mandy Moore
That chick is on some classic shit
Angelina Jolie: Highly over rated
Even though I rented "Gia" just to see her naked
I wish Claire Danes made a dirty movie
And I'd like that chick from Mythbusters teach some rocket science to me
But honestly, these are just a couple references
I've never been a sexist, I was raised by a feminist
Man, I penned a list and then I signed it under "Witness"
That's a half a dozen women I would take on a picnic
I came a long way from my days in the Quaker State
Moved to Minneapolis to find my Patti Mayonnaise
I got charisma that your weak libido lacks
Your girl's Sailor Moon? I'm Tuxedo Mask, bitch.
Someday I'll prove it when I'm dating Jenny Lewis
Dude, I'd marry Katy Perry but she makes some very shitty music
I wanna french kiss Zooey Deschanel
Go to third base, disappear like I'm Dave Chappelle
Cause when I'm on, I know I'm on, I make it known
I highly recommend you leave your girlfriend at home
And if I'm ever famous getting props at shows
I would still tell the world Megan Fox is gross
I wanna eat Fiona's Apple on Caribbean isles
Let her get up in my drawers like a Gideon Bible
I'd listen to her heartbeat, help her find her car keys
And live every week like it's motherfucking Shark Week.I know the math when I handle the mic
And these Pythagorean theorists think their angles are right?
They might be keeping it vivid, speaking over the beats per minute
But they're still the dictionary definition of what genius isn't
I'm making music just to open up your ears for once
And maybe get famous and get a date with Kirsten Dunst
No scratch that
I'd rather date that girl from Amelie
Cause honestly? She's French.
And that's really fucking hot to me.
This ain't misogyny
There won't be no apologies
I'm probably the Socrates of operating properly
No need to call the cops on me.
Call me an oddity
But now that she's 18? That girl from Harry Potter?
Please
And not to make a mockery, but listen Miss Tequila
I'd rather shoot myself than have a shot at love with Tila
Pop divas ain't my thing, but if I had to pick?
I'd probably go with Mandy Moore
That chick is on some classic shit
Angelina Jolie: Highly over rated
Even though I rented "Gia" just to see her naked
I wish Claire Danes made a dirty movie
And I'd like that chick from Mythbusters teach some rocket science to me
But honestly, these are just a couple references
I've never been a sexist, I was raised by a feminist
Man, I penned a list and then I signed it under "Witness"
That's a half a dozen women I would take on a picnic
I came a long way from my days in the Quaker State
Moved to Minneapolis to find my Patti Mayonnaise
I got charisma that your weak libido lacks
Your girl's Sailor Moon? I'm Tuxedo Mask, bitch.
Someday I'll prove it when I'm dating Jenny Lewis
Dude, I'd marry Katy Perry but she makes some very shitty music
I wanna french kiss Zooey Deschanel
Go to third base, disappear like I'm Dave Chappelle
Cause when I'm on, I know I'm on, I make it known
I highly recommend you leave your girlfriend at home
And if I'm ever famous getting props at shows
I would still tell the world Megan Fox is gross
I wanna eat Fiona's Apple on Caribbean isles
Let her get up in my drawers like a Gideon Bible
I'd listen to her heartbeat, help her find her car keys
And live every week like it's motherfucking Shark Week.
Track Name: Fingers On A Violin (Feat. Emancipator)
And I tremble, like the fingers on a violin
like i'm writing down the meaning of my life with a dying pen
She would linger like the fragrance of a summer time rain
and left around the same time the butterflies came
In the shade from the clay carafe
we'd drink wine from the
vineyards of the grapes of wrath
i'd draw blood from my fingertips
on blades of grass
so i could illustrate her silhoutte on panes of glass
but, our little lilac petals would wilt
before the autumn fell asleep beneath an ivory quilt
if i could rebuild the skies,
with a bottle a milk
then I would finger paint the clouds
that would hide in the hills
She said

"These are days where we should be alone
But, our time has gone
Ice and concrete where flowers should have grown"


And it fades like a mother's summer dress in the sun
Like the stained glass promise that we kept on our tongues
Underdeveloped and young, with initials in an oak tree
Looking for a meadow where they said the willows don't weep
There was a cold breeze whipping through the prairie
That would carry all the rose seeds through the cemetery
But apparently they'll never be buried before the frost
And she said she had a heart can't be married by the cross
So when the cedars seemed to smother under chalk dust
We would lose the comfort of a summer's lost love
and the colors that would dye the skin
in December, as i tremble like the fingers on a violin