LYRICS: I had to give it up This one's for the normal people posted in the club Dropped a fin, got your friends toasted with a dub, drank before you came, now you're coastin' with a buzz Everybody ain't poppin champagne Everybody can't do the damn thang Everybody can't rock the best fits Everybody ain't on the guest list I saw you getting in; miniskirt, no jacket, chillin' in the wind Girl, you so icy! Temperature below 10 You a hypothermic honey, pretty party penguin Everybody ain't going porn glam Everybody can't know the door man Every plan can't come together, Hannibal but everybody wants to be a party animal The moon is high The day is fading The sights and sounds around me are intoxicating I'm a party animal, let's party down Hear me swoon as I howl at the moon Ahwooooo Let's do it, let's get it, let's go soon Front to the back, let me hear the whole room Party animals, howl at the moon x2 I had to get it crackin This is for the chick that 'whip her hair' with a track in Dancing with your girls in a circle in the back, and "I ain't trying to hear this nigga over here dirty mackin" Everybody ain't wana know your name Everybody ain't come to throw you game Everybody ain't buying a pitcher for ya Everybody ain't trying to get to know ya I see you in your plainclothes, on a different plane, though; higher than a plane goes aint nobody playin' though You want to lay low and get away because your girls was trippin' since she came home Everybody ain't want to hear your mouth Everybody stuck in here go out Everybody do itlike a 100th annual, so off the chain that even PETA beat a party animal CHORUS x2

LYRICS WIZDOME L.A. We're bringing out the bottles like we're newborns Girls dressing up, looking like they do a few porns Dude next to me got some game that is lukewarm before you dive in, man you need to work on your form In the VIP with some PYT's and this dude from overseas got on too much cologne Fuckin up my zone, I'm two steps from going home but I'm a gentleman, I can't leave these ladies all alone They're looking for some love, they're looking for some hugs they're looking for some drinks, they're looking for some drugs They're looking at me looking like I'm done but I'm standing out the line with Josh J yelling "shotgun!" But before we hit the parking lot cats want to bark a lot, jealous of the talent that we have and they don't got Kruse hit me up about another spot Anacron got the girls on deck, and they're hella hot CHORUS They never let us past the front We be out the club So cold Trying to heat it up They never let us past the front We be out the club So cold, dressed up Trying to heat it up KRUSE Fuck you for trying to tell me that I'm over-served Bitch ass staff getting on my last nerve Cops sit me down on the curb I'm three sheets two the wind, about to be acting bezerk Yeah, I know I'm hitting my limits but I'ma finish this drink until every drop is diminished And you lick the tip of my penis if you want to talk shit and get all up in my business My friend's telling me to pump my brakes but I just want to get faded and make a couple mistakes Forget it if you're trying to relate I just met a young lady and she trying to fellate I slam my pint glass down like a domino Now security's saying, "man, you gotta go... you got to slow down" Me? That's impossible 'cause I'ma wild out until I wake up in the hospital CHORUS ANACRON Man, I bet it's hella crackin' but I'm curb-side, teeth chattering, yak-yak'n with a big-bonededed, bald-headed, buff bouncer Little dicked dickhead, rude rabble-rouser Talking about my name ain't on the list Yeah, it's on the poster and the flyers, dumb bitch Asking for my ID, fronting like the camera's on Girlies in the line screaming, "Oh my God, it's Anacron" Headphones and Serato in the bag Drink in hand thinking about bottling a fag Mean-mugging, about to snap, but a second later the promoter walked out and got to checking haters He's like, "This the DJ," I'm like, "stupid ass" Grabbed the Droid trying to see where Josh, Wiz, and Kruse is at Through the velvet rope, ready for a genocide I'm finna kill it, mass-murder when I get inside CHORUS

LYRICS VERSE1 It's a war on the floor Women and children and marks headed for the door Suckers get called out, fool we go all out busters get bombed on, nuclear fall-out Potassium iodide pills Punks play possum, we ride or die still Came from gang territory, so we bang on the boards LA Breakers, Brickheadz, gang-bang the floor We ain't like them other crews Ya'll battle for fun, hugging and laughing when you lose We take war serious, wilding until we win it unrelentless until you're finished, we ain't for it, we're again'it We carry straps to the cipher, playa The glocks is downrocks, and the flava AK-ya Turn the music up, this a hi-fi drive-by Thow it up, claiming Avengerz, worldwide CHORUS Get ready and prepare for the battle on the floor It's heavy When we there, you're in for an all-out war It's nothing You call us out, now what you do that for? We snuff them, then crush them This is a floor war VERSE 2 We turn music into movement Sound into sculpture, decibels to doin' it In the door, hurtle through the crowd blood-curdling screams when I hit the floor, getting down circling Murdering the beat, and not just breaks Any music with a tempo is enough to create When you dance, you express from within Stop letting has-beens tell you how to get it in 'Nuff respect to the pioneers but if you ain't evolved, how you stay fly in here You trying to fake it until you make it; it's a mystery brainwashed the breaking industry with false history In the '80's, we showed the East love but the only Southern Cali B-Boys was the Bloods Gangsta's boogied, Bronx-Boys did the new wop We was breakdancers, LA Breakers breaking fools off CHORUS VERSE 3 This is the original, this is the legend The real Floorwars, born in 1997 One of many jams to hit the town of Los Angeles Just for them that dance and this the one that none could stand to miss Remember Radiotron? Side Circles and Phunkee Circle, maybe those gone but the battle goes on. Funky Fight Club Breakbeat Bloodsport, hella hyped up You know the feeling, adrenalyne high on the circle's inner ring, many men died Arms crossed, mean mug, looking trying to find that lilac-soft breaker that you find wack Get it crackin', it's finna go down Eye contact, go down, clownin, ground combat Wildin' like wombats! Hitting beats four:four fire like Mordoor, this Floorwars CHORUS

No we're never gonna stop It's hot and we'll keep movin No we're never gonna stop we know not what we're doing No we're never gonna stop It's rough and yet it's soothing No we're never gonna stop It's hot and we'll keep movin The other day, my homeboy said he been thinking about killing himself So I had to try to get in his head I said, "Damn! You're still in good health" Then he told me some things about the life he'd been living I wish I had the power to change or stop the strife he'd been given Life's an arduous journey but everybody's going through it You never know the future, I'm learning but still, you've got to go and do it Know you're not alone, there's others all trying to get through this typhoon Then I told him, "yo, I love you like a brother and I refuse to let you go so soon." Hey, we live our lives for every day Now the past is out the way In the present's where we lay and the future's on the way

LYRICS: Chorus I just want to tell you right now that I fuccin love you and it really hurts right now because I'm thinking of you I've been trying to call you lately (please don't go) and I want you to know I really fuccin love you (I love you) Verse One I hate to say it but you bring the psycho out of me The game you playeded ruffled things, you might know how to be in and out of love. Acting like you don't care, yacking but you won't care, cracking up a dope pair That was so fair -- end sarcasm Our love was so deep; part friends, part chasm What ever was amiss in the abyss, it wasn't worth this I forgot the others, your lips were my first kiss Hello? Hello? Speaking to a dial tone You're hanging up and out, reaching newer milestones I'm hanging on, crooning Blue In Green, Miles tones Fronting when I see you, like "I'm doing me," lying though Truthfully, a loco local Lost without you, my aura oval is immobile Man On Fire, "The Voice" got my art smoking Repeat a 'Pita and in-Creasy, now I'm heartbroken Chorus Verse Two You're the salt in my wounded heart Minor were the faults when we grew apart I knew that it was over when you wanted to talk there by your front stairs with the stare of a hawk Snarky and smirky, attitude shirty, hurtful words heard from lips I once found flirty First degree murder, emotional manslaughter Insensitive scorn from a missing man's daughter Shot me in the heart, stabbed me in the back Now I'm waiting, wishing you would gab me with your Mac or blab me with your Blackberry. I try to call and cruise by your crib on the long way to the mall Hoping I could see you, or catch you with another I wouldn't want to be you when I meet you and your lover You wounded me forever, and I'll never be the others You're my muffin or you're nothing to this crazy motherfucker Chorus x2

All the time we live our lives it goes in cycles Everything can't be the same balance is vital Call it Cali Gray (x4) [Anacron] California gray skies Silver-laced cloud cover when the rain dries Same eyes, different view when it came near knowing they lied when they said "it never rain here" Normally, it's so beautifully perfect but now and then, it gets drab at the surface Good times great, but you wonder is it worth this feeling nervous when she swerves into her fits Things evolved in a funny way The sunny days my honey made are Faye Dunaway (fading away) Bonnie Parker wants to run away from Clyde Barrow when the clouds cleared, my hummingbird sang sly sparrow It only happens every now and then usually she's perfect, but you never know how it ends Picture it: weird in a Salvador Dali way imperfect perfection; sunny, gloomy, Cali Gray Chorus [Megabusive] Walk into the party, everybody's all smiles The liquor flows heavy, shots get thrust down Dope off the Ricky, BBD without Bell All kinds of familiar faces, and friendly females You know the type that like to kiss on the dance floor asking for drinks and exorcising your man-whore Then you get to feeling like it's time for a change of scenery "Let's go outside and have a cigarette" leads to "leave with me" Next thing you know, you're back at her house with cats; her parents are in the living room, waiting with bats You come to in a basement, tied to an office chair, rolling around frantically with a ringing in your ears Your life starts flashing underneath your blindfold, wishing that you'd have met a nice girl in high school Then the alarm goes off; wake up, and take a look outside another day of good California sunshine Chorus

LYRICS ANACRON I'm on Penny Lane with a nickel bag of funk and a dime piece quarter pound of beef, homie check your time piece Watch how fast 'Cron-o clock this cash Straight itching for some scratch, state snitching for my stash Wait -- wishing you could have that Money on your mind, trying to grab that, get'cha get'cha haz-mat as that could poison you, money's so venomous Caution because it often brings evil out of innocence Making big events out of small get-togethers Corporate benefits, unconcerned with the cheddar I be like, "it's whatever"; money isn't everything so I'm steady seen in jeans, never heavy rings Keep snaps done earned under wraps, dumb nerds tossing that absurd flossin get Yung Berg'ed It's a gamble, gin rummy running funny Keep it going, because it's not about the money, money, money

LYRICS: VERSE 1 Man I love ya'll niggas Nah, for real -- getting bigger aint a thing I want to do unless we're doing it together Real fans, bandwaggoners can ruin it forever This is dedicated to my listeners You're the reason that I'm hitting beats and spitting written words Flipping birds at fakers that ain't never got to know me but they'll flip and turn when MTV tell them -- hella phony True blue AnaManiacs roll tight Ya'll a better breed of buyer, cold as Breyer's, no hype I'd rather stay connected through respected indie forms ya'll deserve it, I ain't trying to work with trendy cornballs I want to let you know I'm doing this for you I won't be chasing after labels like them other dudes and changing what was stable; because stability, you gave me that This is for my fans -- the AnaManiacs CHORUS There's a reason we push and pull through Every season we do what we do The reason is you The reason is you VERSE 2 I want to shake your hand, I want to get your name I want to post up a minute just to pick your brain It's only fair, right? I open up in songs I'm hoping you can do the same and I can sing along I want to know your story, I want to know your goals Step up and introduce yourself, I'm approachable Or hit me via Facebook or Twitter, I can read and I got time for anyone that's got the time for me Where my AnaManiacs? Thank you for the times you gave me daps I see you dancing to my gravy tracks and you condone all of my crazy raps Keep riding with me, and I'ma take it back Working hard to please a crowd like rappers in the 80's, jack Expressing gratitude; to some it may be wack but I ain't mad at you, let's bring the ladies back CHORUS

Lyrics: They don't know us They don't know what we go through They don't know us They don't know what we could do Everything is ours We can change the world They don't know They don't know They better ask somebody...