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The Facelift: Fabricated Features

by Anacron

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VERSE01 Peace to them that made 2010 '09 Clark Gabled; gone with the wind A new beginning as the decade begins this time start stable, dawn will ascend and in the sunrise some guys lay around some guys play around, over and out, going down when they should be coming up grind out like crushed ground pepper grinders Tarantino grind house You will find out, when you leave the past behind now focus on the future, that it's right now Fool, you been in the new millenium for ten years and some things done changed The internet assisted, then destroyed independents 7-figure tycoons burned big business Now everybody's broke The richest are enriched with creativity; Aristocratic, Artistic From young to old, 2010's the year we grow Up from the soul, just breathe in, be clear, and grow We unfamous and we never let what we want change us 2010 is when my team rush game, cuz VERSE02 Yes, it's Anacron on vocals, Anacron on sax; keys and breakbeats, Caribou on the track We live artistically, there's a truth spawned in fact luxurious living leaves no luxury to relax Goin in 24/7 in the year 2010 The year when underground peers see the sun again The music's fun again, and we celebrate innovation Hip-Hop won't die if you believe in reincarnation ...and this jam is Easter Sunday I'm the priest for one day, please release your glum ways and have some faith -- Chuuuuuch! You'll sho'nuff blow up, fo' much Maintain the bustle let it flow, no muscle Rustle up the skill for managing multiple hustles Stay true to the way you forever did it Don't forget, the sky's the limit 2010's the time to get it Now, grow. From young to old, 2010's the year we grow Up from the soul, just breathe in, be clear, and grow We unfamous and we never let what we want change us 2010 is when my team rush game, cuz
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CHORUS This is anti-everything I'm in the cut Lames leeching off me got me looking like, "what?" Stealing my style, my stagger, my strut Marks Danglin' Offa Anacron's nuts (D.O.A.) Danglin' Offa Anacron's nuts (D.O.A.) Peanut Gallery affiliates is killing it but the rest are Danglin' Offa Anacron's nuts This is anti-autotune, Gallery grotto goon Anacron doesn't need it when he's got to croon I said it first fool, way before Jay I tuned out autotune since the first play Misplaced distaste in the worst way when them thirsty writers started biting T-Pain Peep game, we came to cream lames Freeze frames in the Gallery; PG Gang This DJ was outright buggin when every other verse on Digiwaxx jacked a plug-in This ain't Plug-Tunin as described by the vets kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet From De La to Rakim, I rock more sets Keep your CPU, I sing with Gallery Quartet Auto-tune's gone, ka-boom, moving on D.O.A., rest in peace, blessings, Deacon Anacron CHORUS This is anti hipster, I'm screaming D.O.H. like I'm Homer Turning trend-takers to organ donors I rock originals while these busters are sporting cloners I was banging beats before they birthed their first boner Mohawk, tight tees, tight jeans Clowns claiming styles I adopted in the 90's Originality inspired by the punk rockers Rocking punks when they were dipped in baggy dockers Fool, I remember when you first hit the scene I was international when you were still a teen Breaking (braking) like stop-signs, cutting like guillotines I got the press co-sign and the iller queens You took the easy route to fulfill your dreams, drained how I did it just to change up your image Respect where you ripped it Swagger-biting blips, tight jeans and sneaks - copyright '96 CHORUS This is anti-idiot, a ban on buffoonery Death to the jiggaboo, 'Cron's counter-coonery Soon to be famous step-and-fetch musical genius Near millionaires that barely speak and read English This is America, This is Black culture twisted by capitalistic art vultures Why every brotha in the spotlight can't event talk right? Writing about wrongs and the kids aint getting taught right Dance step rappers, new-school flunkies Honkeys think it's funny when you're jumping around like monkeys House niggers, Uncle Toms making hip hop Aunt Jemimas on the set in bikini tops While the slave master hollers, "shake it faster" I'm embarrased, don't know where it's going to stop, but it has to Dummies on blast, ignorance is bliss You ought to be ashamed when the bumpers blast this
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ANACRON: Whitney Lizzie get me dizzy Swizzy Beatz feat. Anacrizzy TRUE diva, sorry Britney More like 'Retha, Dionne, Cissy She blow with soulful gospel I roll with old apostles We classic, bleep these spastic geeks that freaked unique to plastic Effin' bastards / get real I'ma make this elkie feel like cubic zircon's real, like platinum-plated steel, cashier's checks and money orders, nah -- a million dollar bill a million dollar bill WHITNEY: Came in the door Checked in my coat And who I'm looking for Is staring in my face They played our song We hit the floor He held me strong And we danced the night away I can see the way that he is making me feel This way about his love I’ve been looking for something like this I’m saying ooh oh oh oh ooh oh oh ! If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh ! If you go left right up down Gotya you spinning round and round Say ooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh ! It’s been a long long time Since I fell, fell Love has found my way oh oh oh I’ve been looking (looking) I’ve been searching (searching) For the man to touch this place, oh ooh oh yeah Can’t deny the way that he is making me feel This way about his love I’v been searching for something like this I’m saying oooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh ! If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh ! Makes you go left right up down Gotya you spinning round and round Say oooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh ! If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh ! Makes you go left right up down Gotya you spinning round and round Say oooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh ! ANACRON: I get so emotional baby You give good love / I go crazy "How will I know if she loves me" silly I know I have nothing without that millie I will always love you, and I offer to guard that body, call me AnaCostner The love is in the air and the dub is any where WHITNEY: It’s cause love is in the air Love is in the air If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh ! Makes you go left right up down Gotya you spinning round and round Say ooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh ! If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh ! Makes you go left right up down Gotya you spinning round and round Say ooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh !
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Some people really need it Some people got to have it Big Bills I make big bills so I pay big bills Doin' thangs big still Ant Banks distilled I'ma hustle what I do to get paid stackin poker chips in numerous ways Money on my mind like a tumerous brain Fuck what you heard, fool them rumors is lame I'm top 10, choice Silky like I been moist 5-digit yen hoist peep that on my invoice On the way to get my paper endless with a Swiss account banked in Venice All praise due to American bidness Hallelujah, can I get a witness? Chorus Some people really need it Some people got to have it You do good things You do bad things For the love of big bills Since money came to you some people staged a coup You know how haters do Go get yo' paper, fool They catch the vapors quick Trying to benefit, they be lying to get in it Ballin' limitless, so I'll share a few mints now fools building bank off of my blueprint They try to lay low I keep them paid, though They may not say so they know they're on my payroll My true nemesis: I'm too generous but I still stack cheese, grated interest Never let it poison me 'cause money's so venomous Caution 'cause it often brings evil out of innocence Chorus Some people really need it Some people got to have it You do good things You do bad things For the love of big bills

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Anacron's all-new venture into the world of "mixtape" and "street albums", this compilation combines the seasoned underground veteran trying his hand at the art of the "feature". Cameos are a commonality in the commercial world of mainstream music, so it's only fitting that Anacron chose to pull together an assortment of some of the biggest commercial hip hop entities, add some classic underground hip hop, a little bit of club flavor, and his own personal stamp.

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released October 12, 2009

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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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