Wintertape 2: Disposable Camera

by Roger Heathers

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Disposable Camera is the second in a run of albums which are released every Boxing Day.

Wintertape 2 was written and recorded during 2013.

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released December 26, 2013

Produced and mixed by Roger Heathers

Mastered by Phil Innes

Artwork by Donya Todd

SAMPLES USED:

1. CREAM:

Bo Diddley - Hit Or Miss
Queen - Death On Two Legs
Prince - Let's Go Crazy
The Beatles - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M.
John Coltrane - Grand Central

2. TEN CRACK COMMANDMENTS:

Steely Dan - Kings
The Notorious B.I.G.: Ten Crack Commandments

3. CHANGE THE BEAT:

Pleasure - Bouncy Lady
James Brown - The Payback
Viktor Vaughn - Change The Beat
John Cougar - Jack & Diane
Kanye West - Hell Of A Life
Focus - Le Clochard
Lep Zeppelin - The Wanton Song

4. SHOOK ONES:

Black Sabbath - War Pigs
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones

5. SUZY:

Pleasure - Bouncy Lady
A Tribe Called Quest - Once Again

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Track Name: Cream (Feat. Wu-Tang Clan)
[Raekwon the Chef]:

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, Moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to G' off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And runnin' up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough off
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out
Catchin keys from 'cross seas
Rollin in MPVs, every week we made forty G's
Yo brothas respect mine or anger the tech nine
Ch-pow, move from the gate now

[Method Man]:

Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Inspectah Deck]:

It's been 22 long hard years and still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin', going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turns I learned life is Hell
Living in the world, no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin base
Smokin' bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear
Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

[Method Man]:

Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'all (x3)
Track Name: Ten Crack Commandments (Feat. The Notorious B.I.G.)
[Chuck D]: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

[The Notorious B.I.G.]: It's the Ten Crack Commandments x2

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let 'em know your next move
Don't you know bad boys move in silence and violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
She be layin' in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin' you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jumbs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin bagged stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggas think you snitchin ain't tryin' listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waitin' to start hittin'
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half a cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pasta bake up, word up, uh

(We seen the last)
Crack king
(Of good..)
Frank Blizzard
It's the Ten Crack Commandments
(Ring out the past
his name lives on, and on)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
(Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher)
It's the ten Crack Commandments
(Raise up your glass to good King John)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the Ten Crack Commandments

[Scratched]:
The name of:

B.I.G.
(His name lives on)
It's the Ten Crack Commandments
(And on)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the Ten Crack Commandments
Track Name: Change The Beat (Feat. MF DOOM)
[MF DOOM]:

Nah, yo


A modern day marvel but terrible, better horrible
When he grab the mic, son he crushed up all his metacarpals
He said he ain't mean it, totally by accident
After the show, he didn't follow where y'all taxi went
Will this be available on wax? Ask Max Mill
They on the opposition to his ass wack tax bill
But will it pass the senate? Slum lord tenant
And super like 1-A, have a fun stay
One day, he plan to put in a runway
With enough land for his own projects and gun play
Section 8 penthouse, maid look like Faye Dunaway
Alotta y'all assed out like gay runaways
It's how they say "semi-risque"
All day everyday, give out Emmy's the quick way
Have the average MC say, "Gimme a sick day!"
They really ain't got shit to say like Timmy McVeigh
Get a hunch, a real rag tag bunch
In school he kept a doo rag in his bag lunch
Just to eat heads on some breakdance shit and spit
He writ this skit in sanscript
If the pants fit, sport 'em but rock 'em low
Your man like Rollo on the slow, can't knock it though
It's like the same hustle bro, two knuckles glow
Tucked in Le Tigre, just let the name buckle show

Good googly moogly, see that loogie?
Yeah, but keep it on the D.L. Hughley
You don't watch her, he might Houser like Doogie
Just to cut her loosie like *swoosh* Mitsurugi
Gooey gum drops, who he got his style from?
His pops, you gotta give the bum some props
Ask ya sister, her beat box is more thicker
DOOM, that nigga detox with malt liquor

Villain for hire, admire the sound
Make sure The Price Is Right before he come on down!
Rappers be on some, "You, you, you!"
Forgot who they talking too, too much pork stew
They need to not come out with nothing new
Blew the whole shit up on some, "What this button do?"
DOOM cheat the game like walk-thru
Run 'em, son 'em like Mr. Rourke do Tattoo
The way alotta clowns get down is unnatural
This flow flip like oranges, apples
Rhymes like limes to a Lemonade Snapple
Leave her at the chapel, don't eat Scrapple

First thing they notice when they come to is they bling is gone
Then they start remembering the Klingon with the rings on
In came the Villain with their own gear like, "Hi, there"
Y'all play the rear, this whole year my year
Metal face beard like Brillo pad
Y'all know his steelo so don't feel so bad
Seed call him, "Ol' dad," the one the ol' hoe had
Knew he was a winner since a swimmer in the gonads
Okay pal, pay him like PayPal
So we could be A-OK not OK Corral
I think today I'll make the ladies say, "Ow"
And maybe fuck around take a bow, now

Who made his first mill and still carry razor blades
Used to be straight A's and still made the grade
'Tarded ass, how he get cash so fast
Year after last, left back in the retarded class
Shoulda went to Boces
Watch him all closely, who he think he supposed to be
Villain who always win, at least he stay consistent
Find out where that bitch went, get a room pitch a tent

Yo yo, yo change the beat yo
You got another one? x2
Track Name: Shook Ones (Feat. Mobb Deep)
[Prodigy]:

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us
Official Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin'
Like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
You're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched (Oh lord yeah)
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me
You're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really
Hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
Why they still alive I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
If I die I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Son, they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look

They shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look (x4)

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us
Official Queensbridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin'
Track Name: Suzy
[Suzy]:

She'll learn in time
She'll change her mind
She lives inside the Sun at night
I don't know what to try
To make you see inside
To make you realise
To make you see inside

I love you

[ATCQ]:
You on point phife?
Once again Tip

She counts my time
Walls inside my mind
And when she lies
I drive, I drive

Home, sweet home
Stepping off the throne
I know
Nowhere else to go
I ride
I drive
I
(x2)

I love you

She counts my time
Walls inside my mind
And when she lies
I drive, I drive

Home, sweet home
Stepping off the throne
I know
Nowhere else to go
I ride
I drive
I drive

[ATCQ]: Once again Tip

Home, sweet home
Stepping off the throne
I know
Nowhere else to go
I ride
I drive
I drive