Bacchanalia

Wringing of bodies, rang of lurid.... Glade of swamp extent vast and degraded here.... Worshiper's mass motion, left to right.... Deeper fleur-de-lys-soaked institution....

Jetstream

Tall machines wait in line. So still lost in time. Jets turn and make no sound. Returning to the solid ground. People drift out of time. Watching numbers turn.

Intro

This Is The Shack

Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child. Spacekateers, I'm back, baby, yes, I'm back. And Mr. President you're not chillin' in the house, baby. You're not chillin' in the house.

This Is My Home

I spent some time to examine the stages. But I couldn't stand the thought of it. Anything other than the first couple pages. I just couldn't, couldn't dig it, dig it.

House Of Mirrors

faces in the hallway. cracks up in the ceiling. shadows coming my way. and your house is full of mirrors. echoes in the alleyway. a-footsteps in the hall.

There'll Come A Day

Back in the days of old times, on the Eastside. Where the G's who ride, and here the rest play. You got to have you a phat knot. Or you would have not.

So Graciously Said

All my life I heard calling it's clear to me. It does seem that you're stalling on my account. Don't be coy and don't be clever. Your tone of voice hints of holes and sugar coating.

Here It Comes

This is a call a call to all. It goes out to those who've been there. And I should know because I've been. Maybe once a week on Mondays. . You should have seen what I've seen.

Oh My God

I've tried a million times in as many days. To make some sense of it, most say ancestry. . The thought of the warring from it. Affects all we do. If that was the way then this.

Friday's Dust

Friday's dust. Turned into a Saturday's. It wasn't meant to be this way. It wasn't meant to end so late. . Friday's trust. A deal not brokered honestly.

Summertime In The Lbc

Yeah, This is C Knight fom the Dove Shack. Gettin those here out. Kickin it at King's Park wit all the homies. Heh, and you know what I'm sayin. So why don't you uh check out my homie Bo to the Roc.

Lullaby

Dare you lose a night sleep in thinking. Never should the thought invade your head. Lightly falls the ash from which you're smoking. Gently lay your body on the bed.

Firesuite (instrumental)

Smoke Out

High life. Nigga I thought you knew. So roll up the bud and dont forget about the brew. We havin a smoke out in the back of the MC. But lets do this kinda fast.

Far From Grace

If you should fall. If you should fall. Far from grace. . If you should call on him. Wake up to the music again. You can feel sunlight. In your eyes. .

Level On The Inside

You sit me down to explain. All the trials you've endured. Around and around the refrain. Rings the same each time it's heard. . Entertain the notion, entertain the notion.

Here We Are

Here we are, watch the sparks that makes the flame. A face we know by many other names. The equation broken down so easily. We must poise ourselves so patiently.

Eleven Miles Out

Miles out to sea, swimming back to shore. Just you and me. Miles out in a darker sea, coming back again. Covering me. . Blood shivers down. Cover my heart and floodin the soul.

Boy

Locked in a vacuum chasm. Deaf when the voices chasten. Just killed the greatest thing of all. . Retain a wealth of knowledge. Sharpen the finest talent.