For the Last Day of The Zoloft Files Volume 1 installments of Hot 16…Or More…,
I present you with my favorite song off of the Collection…
This song, much like this entire project, was a personal test. I wanted to see if I had it in me to really speak about the event of my own death. As we’ve learned from so many death-fixated artists, especially rappers…thoughts are things!
As a firm believer that one creates one’s own reality in a day-to day sense, I took issue with the idea of making a ‘if I should die’ song. But I was always impressed by guys like Biggie and 2Pac’s ability to paint that posthumous picture. And after I heard someone like Joe Buddden, who hasn’t even reached their level of hysteria or legend-hood, make a song like that, over Tony Toni Tone’s “Anniversary”, I knew I was going to do one of my own. I thought, it’s a clever idea to leave behind a somewhat instructional how-to for the people in your life in the unforeseen instance of untimely passing. And the subject matter fell right in line with the tone of this project.
Don’t think of this as a gloomy song at all. It’s a celebration of the life I plan to lead, as well as the life I’ve lead.
I also swore not to make another of these, so you might wanna download this mixtape now, save this and refer to this if anythings happens. And really listen to this cause this is REALLY how I want it to go down. If you know me, then you know me and my award show- watching ass likes things to be organized and classy. Don’t hood out my going out!!!
You’ll get one more of these kinds of songs, but only on an original beat on one of my critically acclaimed albums at some point in my career. That’s it!
And with that, I give you verses 1 & 2. Let’s go…
“At my funeral,
please wear something Orange,
Carry me down the streets, like New Orleans.
Make sure you play All my favorite songs an,
alot of Stevie, lot of Bob, lot of Marvin,
Ya’ll know me – it’s gotta be alot of Pac mixed!
Cause Pac is the reason I put Heart in, what I spit – but Pac embodies how it all can,
ever really started,
all that talkin’ bout Fate Callin…
So I made a promise:
Not to write about Death,
cause that’s how we lost some of the Best!
It’s true: Words are power,
and you are what you eat,
so I’m Louder!
And trade the sour for the sweet.
But right now I’m…
Constantly on the brink…
Suddenly and quite Uncomfortably,
(‘what it means’)
When your body’s underneath,
can 6 feet measure how deep, a life is?
And life is so short,
find you never really had the time to go sort…
So if I ever leave files of my unfinished work laying ’round
-mix everything down!
Remaster – better sound – rehash it, Put everything out – make mash-ups!
Please sell Malik out!
Til everybody catch up, and tell they peeps how:
I made classics…
Big L – repeat style…
…They just gettin’ lines from me right now – years after!
…Be a household name…
Rather leave early, than live out old man…
be in house,
I V out old veins,
-can’t eat-walk-sleep-talk, without no pain!
I don’t want no nurses,
no house doctors,
if I’m in that much hurt!
I’ll put me out of my misery…
And I pray that my child does, the same…
Pull the plug if it comes down ta
This might be the end for me physically,
- but with infamy – I’ll finally get to be,
with my dreams…
I made a promise not to write about life,
unless I made my own worthwhile…
So here on Earth now…
I’mma leave my imprint!
Carbon footprint from big steps
- Giant leaps…
Tryin’a be ahead of my time, cause when you’re further – you live on when you die…
(what it means)
That’s the 16 Million-dollar question,
guess it makes sense when it’s Peace that you Rest In.
No Heaven, No Hell,
if you know best, then don’t tell!
- I mean Heaven would be dope!
But I don’t wanna believe it’s so,
Cause if I believe in Up!
I must believe in below…
So I figure it evens out,
not to count on, one or another – and not discover…
I just hope it’s all Black! at the curtain call,
I don’t wanna go back! and reverse it all.
I know energy just circles and returns to source,
don’t reinvent me as a worm with more – dirt to crawl Through!
Just to end up on a fishing hook,
Just re-incarnate a nigga’s books.
Donate my verses for research,
see the poetry between words – and then it should…
Show that in growth – it would seem,
I did Finally know what it means,
Hope you learned something…
Click the picture of the mixtape cover to download it.