MASHed Potatoes

by K.Flay

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released 16 September 2009

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tags: electronic hip hop indie mashed mixtape potatoes rap San Francisco

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i was born in illinois
with red hair
and a runny nose

now i live in san francisco
with brown hair
and lots of kleenex

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Track Name: ON the bridge
Oakland heading into Frisco
Days like this, life feels so simple
Days like this I feel like driving
Music way up, windows down, I’m vibing

Bracing for impact but none is in sight
I’m suspended up high in the air so light
Grey beams of concrete and steel encase this unrealness
City skyline can you feel this?
Like a shooting star in a galaxy of cars I accelerate left lane headed for wherever
When is all this gonna end hope never
Not a cloud in the atmosphere love the Cali weather
Paid my tolls, my dues, my bills, and the taxman
All my money gone like dots to a pacman
But I don’t fret
The day well homie it ain’t done yet
Cause it’s only half past three
Chillin as the CHP zoom swiftly right past me
Radio on but I’m tuned in my own brain
No plan in mind but it’s OK

Oakland heading into Frisco
Days like this, life feels so simple
Days like this I feel like driving
Music way up, windows down, I’m vibing
Track Name: boom boom pow KUNG FU
Boom boom pow this is kung fu
Roundhouse kick TKO 1 2
Mama said to knock you out so that’s what I’m gon do
Combat mortal you cannot press undo
Many enemies that I run through
Jump in my jumpsuit
Twisting your arm till you scream out uncle
(breathing) That’s a lung full
I’m Michael Buffer motherfucker, let’s get ready to rumble
I see you over there, acting like you’re never scared
But I come equipped with mad hi hats and kicks so be prepared
Knock you with an uppercut
Make your toes move like you were doing double dutch
Causing such a fuss
I can smoosh all of y’all at will call me Snuffelupagus
I’m batshit crazy do you like Spacey
Stomping on your face till you’re pushing up daisies
It’s amazing to witness
Skull and some crossbones, I bring the sickness
Fork to your eyelid, I’m not kidding when I say that I might get
Real heavy hitting call a medic you should ice it
Bringing the pain till you say that you likes it

Step into my zone
Get a dent put in your dome
Come across my path, you don’t want to be alone

I’m a pacifist but when it comes to my music I’m a masochist
Another day, another track, another ass to whip
Rocking teeny boppers cause they asked for it, I got cash to get
You don’t really even know the half of it
Lyrical content got a stack of it
Resurrect beats like Lazarus
My mixtape, homie come on pass that shit
I’m a break it down and tell it to you straight
Concuss your brain have a bad headache
Stutter step ankles might break
Heavy hitter though I look like a light weight
My right hook is a deadly weapon
Take to you to stairway straight to heaven
Knuckles made of brass, fist so iron
Not Odysseus but I’m hearing sirens
Track Name: CRAZYtown
Did you ever think that just maybe
We’re supposed to be a little bit crazy
Can it be?
We’re really this mentally diseased?

OCD narcissistic, manic depressive slit your wrists
Hyperactive ADD, generalized anxiety
Drug addicts, agoraphobic
Panic attacks, we’re all just so sick
In the head, need medicine quick
Gotta stock up on prescription slips
Had a breakdown of a nervous kind
Pop a little xanax to unwind
Paranoid schizo half the time
Bipolar and borderline
Way fucked up when it comes to sex
Shit dick cunt that’s tourette’s
Stay in bed, we’re too depressed
Post traumatic stress effects
Bulimics barf, anorexics starve
Fast food binge inside our cars
Multiple personalities
Like hi it’s I, myself, and me
We got trichotillomaniacs
And autistic braniacs
All insaney to the max
So doped up on prozac packs
Histrionic plus delusions
Tangled dendrites, mad confusion
Klepto narcoleptic
All psych wards so antiseptic
Take your Zoloft, Paxil
Wellbutrin, Cymbalta, homie
What you using?
Ativan and Lexapro
Don’t act like you do not know

Did you ever think that just maybe
We’re supposed to be a little bit crazy
Can it be?
We’re really this mentally diseased?

As I stare at an ink blot
Thinking why I think the thoughts I think
Paying 20 g’s a year straight to my shrink
To analyze me on a couch
And while he’s zoning out
I’m tuning in to my inner child
So that explains why I get wild
On the weekend drinking no tomorrow
Sleep around to ease my sorrow
And it all relates to what happened in second grade
I am told there is a name for what is wrong inside my brain
And that fact alone makes me feel like I’m hardly that insane
I’ve undergone psychoanalysis
My dreams all full of phalluses
Psychotropics I imbibe
So happy to be prescribed
What I get from Pfizer’s not much different from Budweiser
In the end, you and I just fated to pretend
Track Name: heavy CROSS OUT
Well I’ve been working like there’s no tomorrow
Feeling my time is borrowed
Waiting on that Monte Carlo to pick me up
I wanna know how long I’ll be taking the bus
Cause it just does not seem just
Kicking up dust, always a wreck
Eating the crust, never the rest
My feet have hit the pavement
Zero is my bank statement
My heart is aching, I’m a BLT without the bacon
Cross so heavy got to keep walk steady
My life is like confetti cut in pieces, yo I’m ready
To show the whole world what I’m made of
Could have gone to bed but I stayed up
I do it now, never later
So tell me why I end up being the hater
Slaving away, day after day, make no headway and it’s so draining
Sick of hearing myself keep complaining, it’s such a

I am just some twenty something feeling like a piece of shit
I can see the pie ahead, wanting just a piece of it
Writing in my room I’m sure nowhere is where’s I’m heading
Regret all my past mistakes
Wish that I could be no sweating, like
Time to kick back, party go get that
I am the gravy, y’all are the biscuit
Me and the crazy, no not a mismatch
Go nuts, yeah I already did that
I’m getting what I deserve
Top of the world, munching hors d’oerves
Spreading a little bit of gossip
Throwing off these heavy crosses, but
It’s not so easy when you’re stuck on that one page
No matter what I do I just can’t seem to disengage
I’ve become unglued
Got a coca cola classic and a loser’s attitude
Track Name: miniVANS feat. Eligh
Had a minivan way way back in the day and my family we did ride
Chrysler town and country blue paint job with a wood panel on the side
The year was ’95 and we felt so live got a car with tremendous swag
Vehicle packed to the lid with three cool kids rolling down Wilmette ave.
Dashboard with a digital display, three zero point five mph
Took me to school, got me to practice
Far back seat, treat it like my mattress
Taking mad naps I was all stretched out
Jordans in the air you know what I’m about
Fight to the death for a captain’s seat
Steal my spot get your ass all beat
Gary, Hammond, Indiana, bust on another road trip
Spotting license plates from faraway states with my bro and my little sis
I see Hawaii, how’d they get over here?
Singing 99 bottles of beer, so obnoxious
Reading Bearenstein Bears till I got too nauseous

Got a minivan and I’m looking fly
Hottest girl in the fifth grade you know why
Track Name: love in this CLUB MED
Saw you from across the circus tent
Hot body, cute face, you’re a perfect 10
And I wanna have you in my world
Swinging on the trapeze, break me off a piece
Waving to you as I fly by on my water skis
Saying can I be your girl
Rendezvous in the Bahamas
I really wanna be your baby mama right here and now
So why don’t you cancel all plans come and kick it on the sand
Sun tan while we make out
We could learn to scuba dive in the deep blue sea
Introduce the fishies to the birds and bees
Deluxe suite, let’s get it
Treat me like a tennis ball boy and hit it

I wanna make love in this Club Med

I got an island fever and the only cure
Is to get down and dirty on the racquetball court
On this pre-paid vacay who would have thunk
At the circus after party I’d be straight up drunk
Macking on a hot guy, hair braided with beads
Club Med fulfilled my every need
Rounding home plate in the tropics
Come up to my villa shut the door and lock it
I wanna make love in this club to a thug with a speedo
Hit up my cabana whip it like devo
No clap, all I’m catching is rays
Ladies in the back let me hear you say
Track Name: supa dupa FLYING
Check the sky, not a bird or a plane
In a nimbus cloud is where this Cali girl hangs
Weaving in and out of lanes no traffic for me
Not a metaphor I’m speaking actually
Strapped onto my back is a jetpack
Jets in my path like the Beatles saying get back
I am exactly 20 miles high in the air
You are down here I am up there
Got a supersized smile on my countenance
Hot shit stoners you can roll an ounce to this
I’m bouncing all over the place like pong
Head up to the heavens, ring the bell, ding dong
Sipping on vanilla malts chillin as I regard the tectonic faults
Trace out the lines of the long great wall
Skinny dip for a little bit at Niagara Falls
Zoom through the drive through hyper speed
Like hi can I please get a number three
Hamburger in my hand, cruise across the land
Add a W-O and homie I am the man
You can’t understand until you’ve done it
Revving up the engine sky high then gun it
Stuntin like my daddy in the trade wind flow
Yo if the air was my bitch I supermanned that ho
Track Name: MONEYmakerZ
Well the repo man has got a greedy hand
He wants to take your shit no help from Uncle Sam
So you’re slumped on your sofa bed wishing
You were multiplying stead of doing long division
Bank accounts, small amounts you don’t ball but checks they bounce
Mickey D’s driving through get small fries if I were you
And it’s just not fair, sporting some discount underwear
Pair of Costco jeans, say bye bye to your good life dreams
Every other sucker’s laid off because of motherfucking Bernie Madoff
Buy and sell, might as well
Economists don’t know shit far as I can tell

Where my moneymakers at?
Laying low cause they got jack
Goldman Sachs and AIG get bailed how free how lame is that?
Where’s my money?
Where’s my money?
Stimulus checks not enough
They get the bucks and we get fucked

If I could turn back time, hit the dial 1929
They say history repeats
But the ghosts of the past must be like sheesh
How foolish can you get?
Deregulating markets, giving bonuses ignoring all effects
Take that hedge fund and shove it up your ass
CEOs better run real fast
Cause now their money’s half of half as big, do that math
It’s a numbers crunch, no take out better pack your lunch
Homes foreclosed, 6 months mortgage what you owe
I’m angry, pinching pennies
Every meal eat good and plentys
Employed I’m only semi, benjamins I don’t have any
So if you’re happy with these current events
Just take a look at all our money that the government spends
Track Name: LOCKDOWN feat. Zumbi
Lock him up and throw away the key
Let him fill with hopelessness and misery
Wasting all his days away, never sees the light of day
Except for a tiny little hole where the sun peeks through
Well he was doomed from the start, falsely accused
Questioned for weeks, verbal abuse
We condone that crime
Coerced to confess, strip searched and undressed
Out on the streets yes now there is one less
Let him do the time

But how do you expect that man
To live his life when the bars are gone?
Make him weak, then break him to pieces
Faith is all gone stopped praying to Jesus
When will this war be won?
Track Name: paper planes & SPITBALLS feat. MC Lars
Spitting spitballs back of the head
Kicking nerds in the butt till their cheeks turn red
Eyes glued to the clock so distracted
Don’t really give a fuck what my teacher said
Launching paper planes with wide ruled pages
How is it that forty minutes seems like ages?
Damn, five days a week
Passing my time picking on geeks
Wedgie in the classroom, swirlie in the bathroom
Better watch your ass when this bully come past you
Not known to be nice
Starting fights out by the racks made for the bikes
And I might take a fist to your face start to shite in your pants
You are frightened of damage I do with my hands
Like to be like Mike Tyson alright
Never met miss manners I’m mad impolite
This is life as the life of a math class clown
Turning smiles upside down
Curse words in the blanks of my scantron
8th grade rebel with a cause I am one
Got no fear of detention did I mention
One fight away from a permanent suspension
Get my kicks playing tricks on the bus
Cheat on every test just to get a D+ motherfucker
Track Name: crack a VANILLA COKE
Well it’s 10 pm I’m feeling listless, no it ain’t no joke
Sitting right on top my wish list, a vanilla coke
So I walk out my door, head to George’s liquor store
Where they always got what I’m looking for
A 20 oz coke with some sweetness on the side
It’s like my life support had a little fix but I need some more
You can buy happiness I am sure and it costs 1.85

Pay the man behind the counter, tell him mister thanks
Without your establishment I’d have no coke to drink
Stride along the sidewalk, got no time to talk for real
Pass a crack head and I’m thinking man I know how you feel
Cloudy skies they all just clear up
Got my high fructose corn syrup
Life doesn’t get better than this
Forget a man all I need is that very first sip

Pour it in my red American Idol cup
Track Name: NO ignorance
Well you can try to ignore me
But it’s rather difficult
Bird I’m the early, catching all the wordplay
And I’m built just like the Hulk

Kicking it on 14th, K.Flay is the bombest that you’ve heard or seen
I mean to say that I’m a phenom, Bowie plus Iman
Infinity much slicker than a Nissan
Please pass the Dijon, boy do the econ
At in n out yes I’m getting my beef on
Flay is the reason y’all flip the beat on
Bustin cabezas from Frisco to Milan
You can hate what I do but if you do then you’re hating
On the dopest girl in Cali, yeah my rhymes so hard they’re breaking
Bones and egos no escaping check my saddle it is blazing
In a tub of Lincolns every morning I am bathing
Jam packed style I’m saran wrapped I’ll
Cause a motherfucking ruckus in the Tampax aisle
They love it like Lyle, spit until I puke bile
Try to outsmart me, homie that is futile

Lacing tracks I do that daily
Seven senses more than Haley
Osmont, yes I’m on it
OCD I clean with comet
Bring the furor, rural juror
Got that good shit, mine is purer
I commit lyrical murder
I’m so posh I nosh on Werther’s
Dripping words over tracks like syrup
Other rappers make it rain well I make the skies clear up
Soon enough my video’s gonna be on Al Jazeera
Fall in love every time that I look into the mirror
Copycats wanna bite my ways
Beat Michelle Kwan in the Icecapades
Pull a couple spins then a triple axle
I’m a horse tranquilizer y’all just Paxil