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The Facelift 2: Artofficial Attributes

by Anacron

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It’s 2011, I’m glad that I made it; lucky I’m let in, I had to get faded I’m high off life, I’m straight edge still With a “Let’s Get”-ethic; Ok, let’s build a foundation That sounds great when spoken out loud I’m proud I found patience Last year, we cleared the first hurdle Papsmeared frontiers that were fertile Now it’s time to plant the seed to grow your plans, indeed Know you can succed, you’ve just got to believe that you are capable and if it’s meant to be, your destiny is inescapable Even though you never know what the future holds When you’re there, you’ll be prepared just because you were bold “Tomorrow brings a better you,” like the homie Tevin For now stay focused on 2011 We’ve grown to where we are, the road was very far A toast; put it in the air for memoirs We are focused, and we know just what we need and where to go because I believe Some believe the world is going to end next year Only you control how it affects your next steps here Never fear or question the unknown Forever clear, evolve, become grown 2010 in hindsight was the beginning; Success within reach of access, you’ll be winning if you extend yourself and lend some help It comes back to you when you give it to someone else Karma’s a bitch, and balance is a motha’ but you’re never going to find one if you don’t have the other You can’t fix the past, but you can ruin the present obsessing over the future, this lesson’s going to last Success is coming fast, the pressure’s going to blow If you don’t have confidence, it’s an ominous road to the top Don’t stop, have faith, and breathe You’ll receive all you need to achieve Please believe We’ve grown to where we are, the road was very far A toast; put it in the air for memoirs We are focused, and we know just what we need and where to go because I believe
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ANACRON It's funny how fame is, lamers was once nameless get known and those they've known become strangers I'm Unfamous, "real"'s what my mind-frame is and nothing's gonna change this -- eff it like when I smang this I keep a list of everyone that ever showed me love 'cause now that I am blowing up, these fakers going to be phony, bruh If you ain't supported me back when this heat got started, G I'm going to come at you foul and leave you hanging, standing there looking retarded That's what's up! Better believe that up in here it's going down, down Anacron brought Tone and Jasmine Golan along and you know we get around town Venice, to Culver City, to Downtown, Inglewood, Ladera Heights, southbound We hit the stage and engage to get praise and yay's, geek it up and get the crowd loud Now everybody knows who we are, I guess that you could call us superstars Now that we've blown up and people know us, we sho'nuff going to remain true to par Some of you are just too bizarre, abandon your roots and look so suspect We're standing with truth 'cause we gave love back, and don't need fame 'cause we've got respect We blow up, up, up, up TONE What you gon'do when you make it? Girl, I'm gon' continue chasing More dreams, cold drinks, and of course, that penetration So, what's going to change? What these venues paying All these niggas with me now, they'll probably end up staying All these girls who say they're real, they'll probably end up faking All these girlies that I'm crushing on, I'll probably end up hating Because we're famous, I know hoes gon'try to frame us, I know bro's who wasn't there before gon' probably try to claim us like "Remember me? Elementary" But I ain't trippin, that's part of this industry See I live like Dre did like you live check to check If you don't move your feet, then I don't eat, so we're like neck to neck But Tone when you get on, are you gon'change? Yup, every day New kicks, new clothes, new address where my parents stay My cousin good, my grandma great, see if I'm good my family's straight Be picture perfect if my face is where the cameras stay We blow up, up, up, up JASMINE Happiness from lesser things Not anything will change for me It still be there, my everything my fam and friends, and happiness (Original lyrics published only)
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ANACRON Please dont go girl The party's just getting started and the world is beginning to twirl around me so rowdy Soft words echo in my head so loudly I can't let go every time you leave, my world is slow-mo You're everything I need, my girl is so dope she got me on my knees, I'm pleading, don't go oh no CHAZ ANACRON I don't think you understand how serious this is baby See, this loneliness is psychologic It's a psychotic logic It's obsessive, it's compulsive, it's obsessive-compulsive I need you more than a reality star needs a job post-season I don't want to be alone Whining and pouting like I'm un-grown I stare in the air when my chick isn't there It's a parasitic attachment, ticks in your hair I'm a blood-sucking freak SWV, so fucking weak Texts coming to me for sex under the sheets get X'ed from the delete by one touch of the screen Separation anxiety Where you are is where I'd like to be I want you back and Jackson Five'ing me but I'm fronting back, and that's the guy in me Stereotypical male lesson Feelings hella deep, but I can't express them but I'm trying to let you know I can't let you go I might die a slow death alone CHAZ ANACRON And now we dance... and now we rock Girl, you mean so much to me You mean more to me than my Huffy You mean more to me than my AMC Gremlin You mean more to me than my pet fish Bartholomew, and I feed that fool like twice a day Girl, you mean more to me than my own mama If you stay with me, I'll love you down and I'll pick you up I'd give anything to be with you right now, baby I'll stop deejaying I won't talk to my friends I'll avoid direct eye contact with nubile young women I won't even go on Twitter, baby If you stay with me, I'll give up my season passes to Knott's Berry Farm and you know how much I like jam ...because I love you (Original lyrics published only)
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You hear the engine purr and you know Anacron's finna be right thurrr Screech around the corner hugging hairpin turns Stern while it's bumpin' and petroleum burns Skirts scrape the floor racing lights bright enough to guide ships to shore More than a comfortable fit for four hella clean, pristine from the Street Dreams tour Fuck chrome that spins Gun-metal black five stars and rims awesome asphaltronauts turbo boosting again Black folks, black spokes, sport black low brims Press pedals flat hunch over the wheel, merge, and lean back Luxury sedans, trucks, and all that get smoked like stacks or sacks to the max I do my Civic duty when I'm rolling through these streets These streets Don't try to catch up to me when I'm rolling through these streets These streets Headed home from the club we be flooring it, pushing hondo and a dub Tight grip on the wheel with my racing gloves getting rub-a-dubbed down, fly Asian dove Yeah, we at it again 101 110 405 off the 10 Early AM when the traffic's thin hit the on ramp, vamp, then I'm gone with the wind Woofer knocking so tight with the speakers and the tweeters calibrated just right Bose face fills the ride with a blue light indigo interior in the dark of the night We having a blast Hoes in the back like, "you goin too fast" Bitches get clowned while the homeboys laugh and I pass on the shoulder under the overpass I do my Civic duty when I'm rolling through these streets These streets Don't try to catch up to me when I'm rolling through these streets These streets The whip don't matter, 'cause we in the same traffic This double-double-classic weave in and out of that quick Jic Majic, floss Spoon and Buddy Club Racing wheels and spokes, jokes for stock and hub Centerforce clutch kit, Gemini Twin, Venom nitrous, chromed out ignition system Throw your keys up if you know what I'm talking about Chirp the alarm, and rev it up loud Vroom, vroom, this tune booms specifically for differently equipped street whips I love a old school full of fools pulling herb Love them lo-lo's cholos hopping at the curb but I had to put it down and blurt a couple words for my cuddies doing about a buck twenty through the burbs Eff what you heard, we stay on the throttle Rice rocket import shows got the hottest models I do my Civic duty when I'm rolling through these streets These streets Don't try to catch up to me when I'm rolling through these streets These streets (Original lyrics published only)
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ANACRON Pourin' up, pony up, let's work it I'm a po'boy and pobody's nerfect No hottie's worth it, stress your cause I'm blessed with flaws like the rest of ya'll I know sometimes that I do some thangs that'll blow some minds and confuse some brains I got some brain from an awesome dame then my broad complained, that's the cost of fame Mainframe change since back in the day when I claimed a gang, now fools want to play Don't let the way I dressed up get you messed up My set's tough and you don't want to test us I made changes and some mistakes, but you judgmental bitches ought to pump your brakes That's the point, people; and I'm going to preach about it Abbreviate: I don't appreciate being doubted MAX My little lady wants us to advance To things bigger, more than romance Understand the position that your heart is in This battle with your mind is a source of friction Doubt and trust issues, negative, depressed Burnt out, short fuse, a tornado of distress Sweet Tooth has a plan, with you at his side I swear to God, girl, we're going to be alright ZACH Burning up with jealousy, baby steady doubting me Brain-freeze, trapeze artist flipping out on me Robbing me my odyssey, my Ten G Bobbery, just another episode of being on the road Five deep in a Corolla slangin' all that rock n' rolla and she's blowing up my phone like a big old supernova Hit the gas to get the cash I'm Zach To The Future, now you're just the past (Original lyrics published only)
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ANACRON Yes kids, I'm next; it's the artist Anacron, big shot where the West is Brooklynites looking tight, D. and Alexis Sleigh Bells, stage right, freaking a set list I'm front row, rock show, hella eclectic Underground personified, indie respected Gaining rich and famous ain't a aim on his checklist, I just want to make the audible freshness for the def kids Listen ALEXIS ANACRON Infinity's forever, never ending like a drum loop Blending with distortion and guitars, we're making some soup Something like gumbo, better let her bump, dude Play it pulling up slow, echo through the sun roof Anacron and Sleigh Bells do it like none do If it is, pray tell who they bite? Us, fool! You don't have to trust me, I don't have to trust you, you could call it Us3, Anacreezy plus two Dark clubs, loud music Spark plugs, crowds moving Art, love, now do it Hitting beats so hard, go head! ALEXIS (Original lyrics published only)
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Four fly niggas in an Asian whip Better yet, V-Tec Civic, fitted with a major kit Dipped! Front and back panes got tint Sober, not bent homie, 'cause I got sense and fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we serve it up the coldest I'll never sport camo with the green guys I'd rather sport bow ties slangin' bean pies I rock thrifty T-shirts every month with Nudie denim (that's raw cut) I'm finna get rich 'Cause life ain't nothing but money, fuck a bitch Lay them down like dominoes and if you didn't know, Anacron got a lot of hoes So after I tap that I hit and quit it, get fitted in Olivers and a black hat I'm on the move All you're going to get is some dap and an attitude Buckle up and mash out like Batman and Robin Bitch, 'cause Anacron is mobbin Rumble with thunder sticks I'd rather be locked in a cell than buried under it Plus I'm getting grands, boy Fuck iPhone, move to Android Told all my friends "don't imitate, yawl; decimate these little trends" Fools get drunk and want to compete Rap battles in the street Rappers get mad, tempers are flaring because we've got a few slimmies staring Trying to impress a dime but scandalous bitches waste your precious time I make it my duty to cuss 'em out 'cause I just don't trust 'em This bumperhead-hipster-skateboard-Betty should've already known Anacron is mobbin' Since one-time's so hot got me a stash box in the Honda for the Glock and I'm rolling black spokes Eating soul food from Serving Spoon with a silver fork Maxin' like a muhfuh Greasy-ass fingers make it hard to turn the bump up Saw MTM bellin' put the window down, straight yellin, "what up loc" Don't you know that homies get ganked walking around here like it's straight? Get in fool I'll swoop you to the pad soon Stop at Taco Bell and drop a load in the bathroom Messaging the contract-writers Coming out feeling about ten pounds lighter Hit up AK (OG AumniKrises) "What up wit'it, jack?" Finna hit the spot DJ MDA's spinnin' at Mikecheck turn it up like ramps and fools try to bite like vamps Jedi make tramps get damp Gallery, blowin' up your amps Get down, bitch! (original lyrics published only)
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VON COOKIE So high it's a beautiful mess smiles and dances, wipes her hands on her dress Like falling in love for the very first time addicting and it hurts, but she keeps doing lines Smoking, drinking, popping, whatever clears the pain to fly above reality, so she forgets her name The kind of girl who said she's only happy when it rains a sad story, but she's the only one to blame HIMSELF I'm left leaving voicemails when you high, when you throwed, when you pill-poppin, pill-poppin on the dancefloor You don't stop, get it, get it, Anna Nicole and Kim Mathers with it You hit it and you sip it, never know where your night is ending It could be tonight, right here on the dancefloor I'm calling to show my concern, I can't show no more I'm going to leave it up to your man to stress that's why we've always only been BFF's ERIKA B Escape from reality, perpetuate sanity on a bed of feathered pillows, fuck the world, fuck vanity Smeared make-up down her cheek, fuck the breakup it ain't me So tired of the bullshit, won't wake up, I can't sleep Wiped the sweat from her palms on the sheets, hit the bong Empty baggies on the desk, chain-smoking cigarettes Hair drenched in the stench from the smoke as she ashes on her clothes time passes, she knows that she's alone ANACRON She escapes from her reality distracted by the fact that happiness is just a fallacy She runs from everything she needs to face placed into a space where she can fit in while she's being fake She does things that would normally make her turn up her nose She gets a little too comfortable and drifts lazily away from her goals and I know that as soon as her high is fading and she's coming down she's thinking about me and she's wishing I was still around When she's high
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Anacron. Ya'll know what my name is I'm'a trip 'cause these lames is brainless Standing in the line of fire is dangerous Ripping a new anus, Crippin' in blue Penguins Language limitless, slain with sentences Biters know who the new guy to mimic is They don't want it, 'cause they'll get it when I give it Rollin' on midgets with a Hero or a Civic Smashing toys, fashion boys bother me Slangin' music out the trunk, highway robbery Take to the sky on a natural high I'm factual, fly, but gradual, guy They had to be high to think they could take this rappin', beat-making, DJ that still breaks This is the real weight, "going hard" I still ain't, 'cause this spit is so acidic my niglet, it peels paint (Original lyrics published only)
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At first glance I might not look like I'd ever have a chance Slim, brown skin, fashionable, not feminine hot like cinnamon, the envy of many men Pullin women in the "Top 10" of them I always get 'em when they look back, then again Awkward, but I'm cute to these dames No games, Trivial Pursuits not my thang She came over, asked my name, and then sang: "Everything about you turns me on" Is that right I might could handle that later on tonight I got her so excited -- Listen, Pointer Sister Misses, I could play your mister in a tantric game of Twister She's worked up, turnt up, if it works out she'll be turned out, burned out, when I spurt some Eff a squirt gun, I got a super soaker and she knew that she'd be on it 'fore the night was over She pursued her dreams like Oprah when she spoke up: "Everything about you turns me on." I like 'em brown-skinned, Caucazoid, or Asian pretty face, thin frame, and my heart is racin' I see a woman with a pinch of some class and she got that look like Prince and Jordache I'm a gentleman, I'll enter in the door last but I could turn a good girl to a whore fast A wink and a smile is enough to get you wildin' (what about the smile) Bitch, I am smilin' Bit her on her lip, turned to her ear, whispered "Everything about you turns me on" Boy, that was a sinch Little hints with a pinch; underoos drenched Kissing on my neck, she's so far past ready I'm a' smash Betty in the car, Fast Eddie Play it cool -- I'm a' make her wait If she takes the bait, I'm a' have to take the cake That American Pie, I touched her inner thigh She sighed when I looked in her eyes and she took it deeper when she spoke these words: "Everything about you turns me on." (Original lyrics published only)
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ROBIN ANACRON She is like the summertime When she smiles, the sun'll shine Makes me warm, I love her vibe Lost in love, I want to find the way to her heart Whenever we are not together, I'm torn apart Beautiful in every way, a perfect work of art Down to earth and hella smart ROBIN ANACRON She is like a dream to me Perfect as she seems to be Words from her lips sing to me Thai and fly mixed beauty queen She's so exotic thoughts that I have are beyond erotic Everything I need and I want she's got it she started off hot then she's so cold I met her on a special night Skates and short-shorts; Roller Derby Dynamite She was kind of like the kind of girl I kinda like; slim, nice lips, with a camera on her hip I admit, I was intrigued just a little bit Beautiful as ever; clever, well-whittled wit We met at Melrose Johnny Rocket's (not a date) Chili dogs and really fogged feelings, yo I gotta wait (Original lyrics published only)
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ANACRON I traveled so far and I can't stop now When I dock, stockpile 'nuff frequent flyer miles Hatch closed, seat forward, leave behind ground Altitudes reach toward thirty-nine thou' (going up) I joined the mile high club So fly, getting high, touched the sky, cuz Making beats in an aisle seat, reclining I'm on cloud 9, right behind silver lining Finding peace at thirty thousand feet Hell of a commute, dude - this is how I eat In and out of terminals, terminally burning fools earning loot every time I touch down and turn it loose I'm not a baller 'cause I never did it for the dollars I do it for the hollers that I get from music scholars Living as an entertainer's up and down like hand-hops but I know until my brand pops, homie that I can't stop (Original lyrics published only)
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It was Thursday night At the Root Down club Everyone was steppin' with a partner, back to front That was cool and all ...I don't really want to get down like that When I walked inside I found my folks breaking in the middle of an oval just like yolk This is how we do ...bring it back, 'cause we get down like that We get down a bit different Innovate in a cipher, inventors in a sense Stealing innocence, chicks hot when they watch digging what I'm doing, having impure thoughts I'm focused on the floor though, cookin' like DiGiorno I got downrock tricks, pose porno Don't nobody understand why I did it but this is how I get it It was Friday night at the Key Club show I got VIP access because my name is known Backstage trying to post ... I don't really want to get down like that I stay in the crowd lounging with real people Mingling, absorbing energy from peers and equals I'm just down to Earth ...I don't really want to get down like that I'm hella normal in fact I don't separate myself with VIP in back I'm a people watcher, watching people in the crowd getting down with their friends, being loud, hanging out This is living; loving the vibe together While superstars stay sequestered, fresher than a leper Rocking Blu-Blockers when it's blacker than the truth You ain't comfortable with us 'cause you ain't comfortable with you ...this is how we get down (Original lyrics published only)

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Anacron delivers "The Facelift 2"; the second awesomely artistic experiment in his eclectic remix series. Miles beyond the typical hip-hop "mixtape," Anacron employs his talents as a producer, instrumentalist, rapper, and singer to morph 13 previously crafted tunes into completely evolved (and revolved) interpretations.

‎"...Anacron’s remixes are infectious rather than pretentious. One of the few tasteful remix projects that you will hear..." - WhiskeyTeeth.com

"[Anacron]’s created an album that brings together both the old and the new, shows off his impressive lyrical flexibility, and gives us something that’s dope to rock from start to finish." - BenzandaBackpack.com

‎"It's like finding $20 on the ground, only you look closer and it's $100." - theWiseLion.blogspot.com

"I could go on about how great it is (especially his track “Sturdy Mobbin”, a DOPE Ice Cube cover)... Support an independent artist that does it his own way." - itsmeZU.com

"Anacron = Quality aka Dont Sleep." - mphiphop.blogspot.com

"If you haven't heard Anacron's 'The FaceLift 2' I highly recommend it. excellently done!" - Kevin Beacham, Rhymesayers and Redefinition Radio

"[Anacron] has released a killer remix project... [He's] killing it!" - DJ ChiliBreakz (Brazil)

Be sure to download the first-born compilation of tracks in the series, "The Facelift: Fabricated Features", also available free via Bandcamp.

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released January 10, 2011

All songs remixed by Anacron for Manoemusicc/UNFAMOUS. All rapping, singing, live instrumentation (saxophone, double bass, grand piano, keyboards, drum machines, synths, live drum kits) by Anacron except where noted.

f/ = "Featuring artists performing original material"
w/ = "With pre-recorded unofficial appearances by"

All material copyright controlled by it's respective owners. This project for promotional use only; resale is expressly prohibited.

Album artwork & design by Manoe.One for INKmob GrafX.
Photography by the talented & beautiful Miss Taya Rogers.

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Anacron Los Angeles, California

Music producer, composer, instrumentalist, DJ, & b-boy. Defining versatile, his music touches all, inspiring awe with amazing performances. Recognized and having collaborated with well-known names in underground hip-hop; Anacron's built a successful yet unassuming history in music. Comfortably celebrating an UNFAMOUS status, he defies fleeting hype, finding success through hard work & pure talent. ... more

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