To Die

by Times Neue Roman

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released August 8, 2008

lyrics: Arowbe
Music: Alexander The

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Track Name: To Die
Living to the rhythm and I’m never gonna die
Living to the rhythm and I’m never gonna die
Living to the rhythm and I’m never gonna die
Living to the rhythm and I’m never gonna die

talking fast is automatic
I don’t try its automatic
I just go on autopilot
why are women so dramatic

forty to the dome, plus I’m blown
and now they got me spitting on the microphone
vision all blurry, but they don’t know
I straight walk straight like im in control
everyone wanna spit it, like I spit it, I spit it
wicked, they wanna spit it wicked, like I spit it. they cant
I love rapping, its so easy,
In Toronto, but I hail from BC
Vancouver is my town
fresher than the city that im putting it down
bounce, rock, rollerskate
I’m bouncing with a hottie that’s overweight
I don’t really care. I will take that.
I might hit that. I wont date that.
but I will go do one thing
take her to the crib and go into something
25 / 8. 366
rocking on the mic is my instrument,
trying to live a life like richie rich
with my own mcdonalds in my crib
go cart tracks, and rollercoasters
die real young of an over dosage.
oh my god. oh my god.
im still kicking in my coffin
I knock it and unlock it, I’m kicking the lid up off of it
and I’m walking like a zombie like I already did
they like my rap, cuz its fun
if you don’t like it, you are boring
and that means I don’t wanna talk to you
and no I don’t have a job for you
he who not fly, need not apply.
I’m living to the rhythm and im never gonna die.








Maybe I should go all the way to commercial,
try anything man, ->whatever works dude
who said patience is a virtue
I be rich, by end of verse 2
maybe verse 3, you wan serve me?
never gonna happen, man im better with the rappin
and everything that you ever did inevitably wack man
go cry about it
im so fly, I just floated
I don’t try - autopilot
you on the grind? I don’t doubt it
something goes here. I don’t know yet
look at how I kick it, im a legend in my own right
living to the rhythm and I’m telling you I wont die
tryna live a life like entourage,
put a couple cars, in moms garage
club to club, on some star shit
rub and tugs. I love massages
switch my style up, every year
diss my friends and fuck their sisters
I don’t care. im rebellious
shift my lip up, much like Elvis
shake one leg and touch my pelvis
bitches, shake your hips like elvis
elvis was a hero to most
I said elvis was a hero to most
but he never meant shit to me I’m oh gee.
golly wolly, do I got it popping? yeahhh
we got it poppin like a shotty pop-poppin
non stopping, I got it lock I’m on top of the pop I’m rocking it
sorry buddy, you not so lucky
cuz you hot at what you do but not hot as as what I do
rap is easy. oh my god
you.dudes.must.just.try.to.hard
who cares? im just high
living to the rhythm and im never gonna die





talking fast is automatic
I don’t try its automatic
I just go on autopilot
why are women so dramatic
I don’t get it draw a picture
maybe you could etchasketch it
im so heavy, check the metric
I cop shirts with hats to metch it
im so rude, extra wretched
who are you? is the question
im that dude thanks for askin
ive been doing this since the message
Track Name: Hi, this is my new song.
Hi, this is my new song.

The DJs playing my song
the dj playing my song
the dj playing my. please keep playing my
please keep playing my song.

this song not just my song, this song is your song too.
this song is not bout me-me-me, this song belongs to you
this song not just my song, this song is your song too.
this song is not bout me-me-me, this song belongs to you

The DJs playing my song
the dj playing my song
the dj playing my. please keep playing my
please keep playing my song.
Track Name: Record Store
out shopping for music
I didn’t have much to do
I seen a lotta very pretty girls in my life
but I never seen one like you.
she had the Miles Davis, the kind of blue
my favorite record of all time
so I had to let her know what I was tryna do
and find out if she knew the time
I said hey pretty girl, whats your name
maybe I can give you call
she said if you haven’t got a lot a fortune and fame
well then I don’t want to meet you at all
I said don’t worry, I’m arowbe
the man with the golden voice
and if you want to roll with the team that’s winning
then I must be your choice
she sed ar-ow-be? I heard you name
and about all of the things you do
I sed some call me the master of the mic
and some call me that dude
she looked at me like I’m crazy
just who do I think I am
well I’m arowbe 3 times and I shock your mind
and I do it with the mic in my hand, well alright

(chorus)
when I met this lady at the record store, I knew one thing that was for sure
I knew, she would be, my girl (my my)
when I met this lady at the record store, I knew one thing that was for sure
I knew, she would be, my girl (my my)

so I gave her the flyer, for my show
though I doubted that she would go
cuz I never knew a women like this women attended
the type a jams, that I throw
but to my surprise, the girl arrived
and I seen her in the second row
she look so fly, it blew my mind
I proceeded to rock a flow
I said I spit that dope and I get that fresh
im tryna get a Cadillac and a new address
I buy you a pair a shoes, and a new uhh – dress.
can you re-late to this
with my true finesse, are you impressed
I do it like we do in the west (yes)
well I’m so debonair, and dress with flare
im the type a dude that you can’t miss.
(until im gone).
But you’re a queen and im a king,
so wont you be empress
she said your style is so much fun
I think I want to be your number one
arowbe 3 times, you shocked my mind
now I think I’m in love
I looked at my self, in the mirror that day
and this is what I had to say
you got so much game, except 1 thing
you don’t even know her name (smooth)

chorus
Track Name: Of Silence
Silence
Now you may not see the use in this - being just for being.
There is a certain truth in this.

I solemnly swear on my mom
my song will, nay
my psalm will pray
my palms will stay pressed on
kneel straight to the hills and caves of the gods,
their grace in my arms.
To the poet to the speaker
through the form and the metre
through the speakers through the woofers and tweeters.
The turntable might wobble or teeter
it won’t falter.
Remain still – guarded by the ether.
As the prophets have taught us,
not the apostles you thought of like Mathew, John, Paul or Peter
from who we heard, we won’t find peace on earth
at least ‘til the lama lie down with the cheetah
as they want us to believe it (they need us to)
indeed to keep a destiny, we don’t author,
but honest. I think I can. I think like Thomas the train
I stay on it. The little legend that could
with an engine like a 757 jet-setting like I should
to all continents.
Seek the shaman and the priestess
the Brahman and the preacher
the scholar and the teacher
for the drama and the theatre,
built a stage, of same bark that birthed Adonis.
Stepped on it and saw my self. On the path that would pain me the most ‘til I fade to a ghost – acknowledged, I walk in silence.



The angel flying by your awkward pause
is the artful dodger with an honest cause
leave the scene of the crime, screaming fuck Johnny Law.
Forward to the left like the knight upon the chess board.
The art of war is a part of rob.
I paint a picture out of words, I can hardly draw.
If I ever had writers block, I carved a statue of it.
It’s my vision so you have to love it.
Now you can hear my kingdom coming like the drumming of the timpani
Where they blasting trumpets, for the king in me,
that they would ask I plummet, it sickens me
to the back of my stomach, right where the liquor be.
Inspired ‘til I expire, where I reside at,
I’m in the time in between 2 high hats.
In that silence, I dwell in it. I’ll die in it.
Rebel in it, revolt in it and ride for it.
Its ever so essential, a symbol
between two cymbals. Them-two. I
tremble in limbo, dependant on the tempo,
living in the liminal realm, held in an interlude
moving at the helm.

Beyond the few stories that we retell,
in a land of glory and retail,
there lies a silence, where I rebel,
it’s the only thing not for sale.

In silence, I rebel
for its all that’s left that’s not for sale.
In that silence, I rebel
its all that’s left that’s not for sale.

Beyond the few stories that we retell,
in a land of glory and retail,
there lies a silence, where I rebel,
it’s the only thing not for sale.

In silence, I rebel
for its all that’s left that’s not for sale.
In that silence, I rebel
its all that’s left that’s not for sale.

Somewhere between,
above and below the sounds of the city.