Distillery

by Reuben Walton

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The reason I called this album Distillery was to continue the nomenclature theme I started when I named my previous album Refinery. I think of something distilled as being made more concentrated and potent, and I wanted the production to be on-point and to reflect that and be the distillation of myself and my creative influences. Quality over quantity.

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released 09 August 2013
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Reuben Walton Lowell, Massachusetts

UMass Lowell Music Business major. Male vocalist seeking either a band needing a singer or harmony/background vocalist, instrumentalists who want to start a band or a hip hop collective/jam band, and want to start playing shows. I can play electric and acoustic guitar, keyboard, electric bass, djembe, rapping, DJ-ing, making beats, and producing song mash-ups and blends. Also, if you need beats... ... more

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Track Name: Rude Awakening (California)
Okay okay okay okay
okay okay okay okay

Verse 1:
Oh shit, time’s up--I’m back again/If you don’t believe me, ask your friend/all else fails, better ask your man/y’all best believe I got the master plan/and I don’t give a damn ‘bout a ticket holder/better pack up ‘cause your shift is over/finna act up if I’m lit or sober/dead dogs know that I spit the dopest/I got the game, I got the brain/you mock my way, but you’re not the same/I keep it real, I roast and gag/you meet my steel, your toes are tagged/you hatin’ on me, I’m hatin’ back/blowin’ up my phone? Don’t make me laugh/get me in the booth, I’ma lace the track/and the only thing you can really say is “fag”/Oh shit muthafucka, I just called you out!/Rookie on the mic, you can always tell/album in the store, shit won’t hardly sell/bad bitch comin’ out her garter belt/chillin’ out in Weymouth/best believe I’m gettin’ payments/haters ain’t gon’ say shit/unless they want a facelift/I say the shit you afraid to say/put these rappers on layaway/six feet deep they gon’ stay away/I be on my day-to-day/I’ma make it rain today, yo swag is a raincheck/you be drinkin’ fake beer, I be goin’ apeshit

Chorus:
I’m gon’ make it, you can’t break me
California, come and save me
storm or sunlight, that don’t phase me
y’all are in for a rude awakening
I’m gon’ make it, you can’t break me
California, come and save me
storm or sunlight, that don’t phase me
y’all are in for a rude awakening

Verse 2:
Catch me out in a brown ‘llac/steady blowin’ that loud pack/better give me my crown back/you just look like a drowned rat/animals in freezers/ladies pushin’ them beamers/po’in’ up 151 sittin’ pretty in a two-seater/hated on, look at me now/on these hoes, ‘bout to clown/this a battle, you backin’ out/only chips that I’m stackin’ now/It Gets Better, you best believe/these haters don’t make sense to me/curry powder, they sesame/only live ‘cause I let them breathe/and I don’t know what canteen is, bitch/didn’t go to jail, don’t give two shits/we used to roll a L, then sip two fifths/used to ride around with my brain too lit/this shit you hear it you love it/at the crib or in public/you makin’ ignorant comments but bitch I think nothing of it/man I gotta keep goin’, ‘cause the drama ain’t worth it/it’s been too many nights that I been wakin’ up hurtin’/and it go…

Chorus:
I’m gon’ make it, you can’t break me
California, come and save me
storm or sunlight, that don’t phase me
y’all are in for a rude awakening
I’m gon’ make it, you can’t break me
California, come and save me
storm or sunlight, that don’t phase me
y’all are in for a rude awakening
Track Name: Outside Looking In
We met
there was a newness
I saw promise
something finally

now all
I can think of
is the chances
and how I screwed them up

Chorus:
Something changed within my mind
and it's killing me inside
and I'm terrified to think
that I could possibly have missed my one lucky chance
Maybe someday once again
we'd be more than just good friends
but that time is not tonight
and I cannot deny that I'm outside looking in

The cloudy days they come and go
staring into space with the radio
it's shameful what I put you through
I just wanted to be good to you
in my head can't get you out
echoes through this empty house
if I knew then what I know now
I'd still have you hanging around
and how... how can I ignore the pieces on the floor
and move the fuck on
when they were in the air
just a moment ago
I need closure, baby

Chorus:
Something changed within my mind
and it's killing me inside
and I'm terrified to think
that I could possibly have missed my one lucky chance
Maybe someday once again
we'll be more than just good friends
but that time is not tonight
and I cannot deny that I'm outside looking in
Track Name: Cup of Lean (feat. DejaVu)
DejaVu: I want that money and that cup of lean, yeah don't be callin' that a pipe dream/I sit down and I watch the big screen, yeah, I want that Wu-Tang money, all that cream/sometimes I feel like my life is a simulation of Animal Crossing, yeah no animal should cross me/yeah, your voices are wack, and that's where you lost me/I’m creepin’ in the house like Maniac Mansion/tryna perfect my skills of expansion/the key to the manor under the mat, I’m a little late/near the front door next to the gate, once I get the money I’ma make the great escape/the art of trespassing with a thing for passion/in this day and age almost everyone embrace fashion/stay fake ‘till they cash in/I’ma come around and break that mask in/‘cause you judgin’ without morals and didn’t even ask ‘em, DejaVu and I’m goin’ platinum

Reuben Walton: In Nebraska, or front of Westboro Baptist/with a loaded chrome magnum and a chloroform napkin/duckin’ down in the classroom when them haters were laughin'/now they on a dirty mattress in a bus station bathroom/Through the years I spent my time with sped gangstas who were comatose/made my way through a bitchy school that had hipster irony overload/stuck it out in a music school where half the people were homophobes/Meanwhile just drink it down to relieve emotional overload/way too high with a box of wine, couple times I coulda overdosed/R-E to the U-B, E-N this the overthrow/Flow bitter like Mucinex/go getter I'm doin shit/my crew around, betta show respect/you fool around, meet a loaded tech/say you're not a user? Well get in line and prove it/them deep words ain't sayin' shit, I call it on a true tip/your bank account is empty, that shit is not my problem/them shoes been outta style since the minute that you bought 'em/keep it up muthafucka I'ma slit your throat/leave you in a body bag whipped and broke/got me laughin' at yo ass, your career's a joke/yeen really ridin' on hundred spokes/winnin' this shit no contest/got the game shook like a bomb threat/even though my money ain't long yet/Carrie ain't gone to the prom yet
Track Name: Live Forever (feat. DejaVu)
Reuben Walton: Yo, yo, check it

Verse 1:
Reuben Walton: Ridin' 'round trying to get the best of me?/Better pipe down so I let you breathe/now you're trying to clown like you're stressin' me?/broke-ass bitch, you can't get to me/always trying to ask for some extra cheese?/you be on narcotics and ecstasy/poppin' them bottles of promethazine/soon you're gonna need a hysterectomy/chill, 'cause I donate to the Service Center/have of y'all hoes ain't even worth your pension/I'ma make these dudes legs hurt and then some/try to step to me and you'll learn your lesson/too much of a risk, not even worth investment/'cause I ain't even on the Asperger spectrum/on YouTube, gonna burn this heckler/he ain't nothin' more than a burnin' ember/and I don't sugarcoat or Splenda/'cause everybody here's got their own agenda/don't wanna be a name people won't remember?/gotta spread your wings 'fore it's cold December/like it or not, the block is stifling hot/people won't come around if they might just be shot/you might despise and you might like it a lot/but in this life you ride or you're stuck in the lot

Chorus:
You can't touch me,
not anymore 'cause best believe I've moved on
and you can't fuck with me,
hang up the phone because your number is blocked
'cause you could never do this shit the way that I do
I'm gon' always be me and you always gon' be you (DejaVu: Yeah, yeah)
you can keep on hatin' but you know that it's true
all jokes aside, I'ma live forever

Verse 2:
DejaVu: In all honesty, I don't wanna make it if it means I have to give up myself just to make it/yeah that don't mean that I have to fake it, but don't come running to me when you are forsaken/I was there for you then but no more waitin'/I owe somebody, I owe some money/lookin' around always fuckin' expectin' to catch a body/everybody unite, everybody tonight so/let's clean the table 'fore it switches around/switches are bound yeah to come up with no mothafuckin' sound/yeah no body knows you 'till you mothafuckin' leave home and/you don't make 'em a martyr until they meet chrome and/I got somethin' for monsters who are known to roam/and I know monsters who made a killin' in fuckin' Rome/I ain't got no alter ego no mothafuckin' a Roman/it's just me myself and I'm mothafuckin' zonin'/

Chorus:
You can't touch me,
not anymore 'cause best believe I've moved on
and you can't fuck with me,
hang up the phone because your number is blocked
'cause you could never do this shit the way that I do (Reuben Walton: Nope)
I'm gon' always be me and you always gon' be you (Reuben Walton: Yup!)
you can keep on hatin' but you know that it's true (Reuben Walton: Okay, okay)
all jokes aside, I'ma live forever

Verse 3:
Reuben Walton: Accounting Managerial, ain't nobody give a shit/if you disagree with me, I'ma let the trigga spit/ironically the opposite of southern hospitality/try to step to me and there's gon' be another casualty/you already know that I'm gettin' it in/got a couple cold fifths and a bottle of gin/sleepin' on me, that's a cardinal sin/which one of y'all wanna start with a bitch?/end up with your jugular partially split/your dude sloppy drunk and he startin' to spit/I'm the last one he should be arguing with/so cut the camera off, this ain't the Parthenon, bitch/hungry, angry, lonely, tired/all a bunch of reasons for me to get expired/I'm livin' large, you know that I got love handles/I'm goin' hard, bitch you know I love handles/

Chorus:
You can't touch me, (can't touch me)
not anymore 'cause best believe I've moved on (I've moved on)
and you can't fuck with me, (fuck with me)
hang up the phone because your number is blocked
'cause you could never do this shit the way that I do
I'm gon' always be me and you always gon' be you (The way that I do)
you can keep on hatin' but you know that it's true (Okay, okay)
all jokes aside, I'ma live forever