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Amber and I were listening to music in her car and rapping and freestyling to the beat. This song contains Don Lappin's vocals in the beginning, with him playing the funk rhythm guitar riff on electric guitar in the beginning, from beginning of the song "Meter Man". Don is a talented member of the guitar faculty at Berklee College of Music who I met in August 2008 when I took the Guitar Sessions summer program. The song contains interpolations of "Right Now" by Korn, "Evolution" by Korn, and "Chin Check (feat. Snoop Dogg)" by N.W.A. The artwork for this song features Amber in the foreground sitting on Dylan Bozora's bed in Wareham, MA, circa Fall 2007 to early Winter 2007. The beginning of Amber's introductory remarks contains a lyrical reference to a line in the song "Caribou Lou" by Tech N9ne where it's written like someone, possibly the engineer in the recording studio, interrupts his verse and says "Tech! You're not making any sense!". On the recording of that song that line sounds like it's actually the voice of someone other than Tech N9ne's. Amber then vocally imitates a repeating echo of the word "sense", which leads into the first chorus. In addition to the GarageBand software instrument production, I also recorded some other drum parts using the built-in microphone on my MacBook 💻 and playing them through the air from the speakers on my old synthesizer. If I had been able to record via an audio line in I would have, but instead it was done the ghetto way where I was just getting my MacBook 💻 close enough to the built-in speakers on that synthesizer and recording it that way. The drum sounds recorded from that synthesizer were the from the drum kits that came with it when I got it for Christmas in like 2001. I'm pretty sure it was bought from Best Buy in the Cape Cod Mall in Hyannis, MA, United States 🇺🇸. Tiger was the name of one of Amber and her mom Eileen Anne Scanlan's two cats at the time, who ran away and/or was assumed to be killed by a coyote or some other animal. This song was originally uploaded to my SoundClick music page at www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=541671&content=music on Sunday 12/16/2007. Like other songs from this era, I originally listed it on SoundClick as being on my album Blunt Juice. In this case, I didn't specify Disc 1 or Disc 2, probably because I meant Disc 1. However, as I've said before, that album never really panned out for a number of reasons, one of which is the fact that SoundClick doesn't allow you to group songs into albums with their own page, and instead, it's just a main music page with one long list of songs. So this song ended up being formally included on this album, Up from the Vaults: a Retrospective. It also didn't pan out because I was getting busier with school at Sturgis Charter Public School in Hyannis, MA, United States 🇺🇸 and its rigorous academics, and because my recording setup and methods and the web services available to artists at that time were too primitive for me to do more fully realized Hip-Hop/Rap tracks like I later did when I got an actual recording interface 3-4 years later and on my 2013 album Distillery.
lyrics
Don Lappin: Start?
Amber Scanlan: Promise it, I don't know, I might be--
Reuben Walton: Start rapping.
AS: Okay. Tech. What? You don't make any sense! Sense, sense, sense, sense, sense.
Chorus (2x):
AS: I'm feelin' fucked today/I got fucked today/in the dirty ass I spread my cheeks and screamed out loud/I said, "What the fuck? Why the fuck--" alright, there's a cop beside me and I feel so in-- I'm feelin' fucked today/I got fucked today in the
AS: Sayin' right now, there's a cop behind me, and I'm done, I'm ridin' low/right now, try to catch me ridin' dirty on a show right now, yo--/
AS: Nigga yo nigga what up nigga? It's the interlude/it's the remix, it's the interlude/um, I'm gonna make you nude/in about 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. 5, 4,-- 5, 4,-- 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. You better welcome a couple prostitutes into the secluded room and get it on right now/'cause you're a fuckin' hoe and we all know right now/we break it down and we get around right now/we recycle hoes in the back of the do'/in the back of the 'dro/ smokin' lots o' 'dro/fuckin' lots o' hoes/and you don't wanna know how many hoes we fucked/don't wanna is how many hoes we fucked in the butt, in the slit/fucked, fucked around with the clit little bit/dick got his dick sucked/muthafucka got his dick sucked up in the butt, muthafucka/What happens stays in this room/what happens, goes around plays in its room, nigga/You be watchin' N, watchin' Nog, your noggin be splittin'/splittin' 'n' sinnin'/it came from the, from one branch, just one branch/I'm hangin' from one branch, the branch is gonna fall, it's windy out right now, it's 70 miles per hour/And the branch, is gonna blow me down/but I'm not fuckin' around/'cause I am a tree hugger/I'm a bird/I'm sitting on the goddamn perch/I'm chirpin' and I'm Bird/I'm squawkin' and I'm shittin' my turd/I am eatin' scenes/checkin' on Beebs/checkin' on a couple of kitties/Meow meow meow
RW: (laughs)
AS: Meow meow meow (laughs), meow meow meow, meow meow meow, reow...
RW: My name's Tiger/and I'm runnin' in a Liger.
Amber: 35, 45, 55. 35, 45. 35, 45. 45, 35. 45, 35. 45? 45. 45. Forty-forty-forty-forty 45. 45, forty, forty/you funny, homie? Think you're funny, homie?/Walkin' 'round lookin' like you got no money, homie/Lookin' like a slut, homie/got no clothes on/lookin' like a dirty thug, gettin' no hoes on/gettin' no hoes, no clothes/got no money, no dough, no bills, yo/Nobody wanna fuck with you, it ain't no fun, dawg!/Ain't no fun, nigga/Can't roll down the street without no gun, nigga/I can't believe I got this big, I'm the biggest O.G. in the muthafuckin' cigarette. Just kiddin'. I'm the biggest O.G. in the muthafuckin' F-Town, just a town, I know/There can be, G's in the fuckin' hoe/G's in the fuckin' toe/toe to the double n/I'm in the town, you better tow me, you better be doublin'/N N, dub dub W, A, A. N, N, dub dub dub W, A, A. A, A. 'Cause I'm Cape Verdean/feelin' like a bird again/shittin' a turd again in the back/I'm in a toilet/I just came out of, cadillac/My balls are free!
Reuben: (laughs)
Amber: My balls are free! My balls are free! My balls are free remix! I'm gonna smoke, gonna smoke/go away, bloke/We're gonna get to the hokes/in a couple box/couple, couple, couple socks, couple socks later/couple socks later, couple box later, couple tick-tocks on the clock later/we got to the house/Who's havin' fun with a dirty mouse?/Who's havin' fun with a dirty rat?/Who's havin' fun with a dirty rat in the back, there's no cat!/What's up, nigga, no Snoop Dogg/What's up, nigga, no Snoop Hogg/What's up, nigga? I just made some super bomb cranberry juice. Get down, get it juice, nigga/round and round, nigga/Round and round, nigga/Get down to the flo', pop ya, pop ya big ass, hoe/Pop ya big ass booty to the flo', up down up down/Better better make a, better make it flutter like a butter/Better make it flutter like a butterfly, nigga/Better make it flutter like a butterfly, flutter like a butterfly, fudda/fudda, fudda big butta/you got a big butta, like Buddha/Luda, crazy, crazy, baby/be-- be shakin', shakin' it on them 480's/um, you're--you're a real real lady/with a big curvy bodacious baby/you're bodacious, baby/you be flippin' your hair back, you're bodacious, baby!/And I don't even know, I don't know how these hoes got it goin' on, they're such a slut!/Of course we shoulda known to fuck 'em in the butt before they got really slutty/have a couple rubbers off in my muddy/and there's a couple niggas, couple niggas in the back, in the front, in the back, to the side, side, side/don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move, hold! Hold! Put your hands up/put your hands up, put your hands up. What?/What? Put your hands up/
Reuben: Sittin' in the club smokin' lots o' 'dro/gettin' on the back in the Escalo/and you know I got 'dro in the back of the fo'/'cause I'm smokin' lots o' 'dro and I'm in the mo'/'cause my name's Mo Murda, just kidding, 'cause I'm not that girl from the Nasty 'Natti/'Natti 'Natti ratty ratty ratty/. And I'm ratty caddy/and I'm lookin' like catty/and Ally Sutter/and I'm such a dip butter/and I dip butter, eat butter raw, right from the tubber/
Amber: Just got butter on my butt/just got butter on my butt, what?/Just got butter on my butt, huh?/Just got butter on my butt, huh?/Just got butter on my butt, what?/Just got butter on my butt, what?/Just got butter on my butt, break it down!/Butter, butter, don't flirt, don't stutter/like, like, like your mother/like ya moth-- butter, butter, you c-- you're not gonna get out of jail, I just talked to Tony, talked to Tony, gonna get out March 11th, fosho/gonna get out, I'm not kidding, I talked to him last night, hoe/Talked to him last night, homie/fosho
Reuben: Fosho.
Amber: Hash I got a bush/and I got a little pen and I got a-- got a pad of paper and I'm gonna break it down/Jen, Jenny Lopez? Jenny Lopez?/Jenny, Jenny Lopez, is that you?/You look awfully familiar, are you Jenny from the block?/Jenny from the block? Jenny, last I saw you were suckin' on the cock/suckin' on the cock, big weow...
Reuben: And you're Eminem's mom/
Amber: ...weow, weow, what's up with the women, women?/Women, women, swimmin'/they all swimmin' in sperm/they lift it from Germany/they're eatin' a lot o' scat in the back, they're a dirty rat, dirty fuckin', dirty fuckin' pussies, fuckin' pussies, fuckin' pussies... Ouh-ouh.
credits
from Up from the Vaults: a Retrospective,
released February 19, 2011
Vocals by Don Lappin, Amber Scanlan and Reuben Walton
Vocal production by Reuben Walton
Lyrics by Don Lappin, Amber Scanlan, Reuben Walton, Reginald Arvizu, Jonathan Davis, James Shaffer, David Silveria, Brian Welch, David Scott Alspach, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Jr., Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, O'Shea Jackson Sr., Lorenzo Jerald Patterson and Andre Romelle Young
Guitar by Don Lappin
Composed by Reuben Walton, Amber Scanlan, Don Lappin, Reginald Arvizu, Jonathan Davis, James Shaffer, David Silveria, Brian Welch, David Scott Alspach, Zachary Ryan Baird, Lauren Christy, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Jr., Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, O'Shea Jackson Sr., Lorenzo Jerald Patterson and Andre Romelle Young
Programming by Reuben Walton
Produced by Reuben Walton and Amber Scanlan
Recorded by Reuben Walton
Mixed by Reuben Walton
Edited by Reuben Walton
Track artwork by Reuben Walton
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Hollywood's Independent Artist program and their Electronic Music Production program, as well as UMass Lowell’s Music Business undergraduate program.
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