S​.​O​.​C. Mixtape Vol. 1

by Tarica June

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released September 24, 2014



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Track Name: But Anyway (No P.I.F. Sample)

Today's a good day
know it's finna be sweet
I'm listening to Dom on Kennedy street
remembering the west coast where the energy's sweet
I did my yoga this morning so my memory's peaked
but anyway, off-grid sh*t, nothing to tweet
the city's still filling up with those who dance off-beat
more than 140 characters, and all of them weak
they walk by, low eye, act like they can't speak
they walk dogs--when I say that I don't mean their feet
that's cause they scared of their neighbors, them they don't wanna meet
but anyway, this is third generation for me
my parents and my grandparents all from DC
so I feel like I notice things other folks can't see
And like I represent things other folks can't be
and I remember
all Black on the green line
and all the kids had jobs in the summertime
say what you want about Barry, but he cared for the poor
and that ain't who these new fools working for
I tell em, "That aint who these new fools workin for"
they tryna kick us all out and just build more stores
but anyway...

But Anyway I could go on forever
bout all of the bull
that I'm tryna make better
or even about me and the twenty first letter
I feel like I know you
even though we ain't together
live forever
ok, you gettin money
well I'm gettin peace of mind that you can't take from me
so I feel I'm doing fine and as long as I love me
I follow my own signs and the world can't judge me
pretty or ugly.

Verse 2
speed cameras send me pictures in the mail
I hate this city sometimes, but oh well...
what can I do? pay the damned ticket
think it's unconstitutional but I don't picket
there's other battles, other cages to rattle
they still lockin us up and tryna herd us like cattle
I talk about it cuz nobody else tattles
they takin juveniles to Iowa, sayin that'll
teach em
but it won't.
I swear on everything this system is a joke, not rehabilitation
and it's not about hope
it's about the corporations,
ten dollar soap
and ten dollars for ten minutes on the phone till you broke
where they recording every single word that you spoke
they probably ignoring every single word that I wrote
cu if I ain't burn it down I was only blowin smoke

[HOOK Repeats]
And anyway, I'm just speaking from my heart
even though the industry is tryna keep us apart
even though my enemies be steadily throwing darts
I'mma make it to the end, man I said it from the start
so play your part
and your position
pen and paper's like the pots when I'm cookin in the kitchen
if I serve it up hot, know the people gon listen
gon give it all I got, I'm the link that was missing
no more wishing
cause I'm here
vibratin off love
not the frequency of fear
I'mma keep it right there and watch the hate disappear
everyday is my year
get that sh*t clear.
Track Name: The Cover-Up (Prod. by Dela)
[Verse 1]

Do you remember how you look without your makeup on?

or (meaning) how your heart felt before your break-up?

…on life goes.

The cover-up is worse than the crime.

Why we all use artificial light when we shine so bright

with the lights off?…

run so fast with the Nikes off…

throw away the keys, take the bikes off-road…

and roll to places we never show

take back everything we ever stole from ourselves and

stowed up on the higher shelves, hiding from our higher selves,

we’re wandering under wand-less spells,

it dwells in a place so deep where we speak with

no insecurities

no impurities

pure are these thoughts but they like dirty talk

words doing the dutty-wine, heads-spinnin

it’s fine.

we’ll find level-headedness gets nowhere

we’re all too busy not being beings to care

so we won’t let it go to our heads

let the head push it back down instead

we’re sippin on the same Kool-Aid we’ve bled

put on our best shoes just to be misled

it seems everybody’s singin bout ‘get bread’

but you don’t even see cuz of how it gets said

we’re sleeping on ourselves–we are our own beds

never live up to potential we were fed, we won’t let it go to our heads

[Verse 2]

I’m in a room full of people everybody’s looking down

conversation is nowhere to be found…

cuz everybody’s on their phone

might as well have just stayed home

why come out in public for what you could do alone?

and it’s tv’s everywhere. what’s on we don’t care.

just stand there and mindlessly stare

buy a couple drinks to remind us we there

in a couple weeks you’ll find us, we there

back there–same spot–more Facebook friends

but less to depend on if ever Facebook ends

the topic that trends

is changing every second

wonder as we get connected, real connections are we wrecking

are we stepping closer to each other or moving apart?

seeing more light or making more dark?

you my Ace, but I don’t know your number by heart

I feel lonelier and dumber

but my phone’s so smart

with a lot of numbers in it

most of em wouldn’t call

pick me up from the airport

or catch me if I fall

so I guess that’s all

I guess that’s all

I won’t let it go to my head, let the head push it back down instead

am I sippin on the same Kool-Aid I’ve bled

puttin on my best shoes just to be misled

and if everybody’s singing bout ‘get bread’

will they listen to me when my words get said?

or am I sleeping on myself?–maybe I’m my own bed

will I live up to potential I was fed…will I let it go to my head?
Track Name: S.O.C. (Cray) (Prod. J. Faraday)
that ish cray
this ish surs
that ish bout that hurr, that purse
this ish bout that universe
real woman ish
[like] you the first
if you don't like it, go.
other side
only real kings real queens
and we ride
only real things real things
we don't hide
only real things real things
we don't lie no

that ish cray, this ish work
that ish bout that pole, that twerk
this ish bout that soul, that earth
real revolution, bullshit get murked
if you don't like it, go, other side...
only real kings real queens
and we ride
only real things real things
we don't hide
only real things real things
we don't lie no

that ish cray
this ish real
that ish bout that sex appeal
this ish bout nations to build
real revolution
bullish get killed

if you don't like it, go.
other side
only real kings real queens
and we ride
only real things real things
we don't hide
only real things real things

that ish cray
this ish on
that ish look like soft porn
poisonous, Monsanto corn

and I don't like it, no
other side.
only real kings real queens
and we ride
only real things real things
we don't hide
only real things real things
we don't lie no...
that ish cray...
Track Name: A.N.P.B. U
Guurrrl, tell me why I'm your man's saying I'm his favorite rapper, and you rap! (Damn, what part of the game is that?)

the part where you quit, yes I'm on my own sh*t
...thought I told you I was fly
to compete you try

I and I's just better.

right now I'm shruggin my shoulders
like whatchu want me to do??...your career is just

I'm over all of the pettiness, I'm just flyin above it
not concerned with none of the bullshit they covet

hate it or love it, with 50cent and a dream
I'm taking The Game to places
your brain has never seen
I'm seen in different spaces, not anywhere in between
I'm not working the middle, the girl is so extreme,
I am rocking all boats,
they are clocking all quotes
remember it, write it down, take picture, stay woke...
no joke,
though I rock like Chris
revolutionary, raised right fist
and it stays like this.


I'm ballin out,
don't choke on my smoke
breathe deep
like your last time takin a toke
keep takin me for a joke
I been tryna tell you
like Craig said,
"Aint nobody playing but you."

you think she playin???
Anit nobody playin but you.

like Craig said,
"Aint nobody playing but you."

you think she playin???
Aint nobody playin but you.

like Craig said,
"Aint nobody playing but you."

D.C. and Pretty Girl County
where it is, soak it up like Bounty
you dont like it, you can get away from round me
if you're lookin for me lately tho,
Petworth is where you found me
if you know you really hate me, then yo
don't you dap or pound me
if you smilin in my face and then behind you talkin bout me
claimin that you a believer if you know you really doubt me
I repeat, get away from round me
I am on another level, all the queen goin 'crown me'
yeah, that's what they're sounding as the corners I'm rounding
I'm my own foundation, I don't need your grounding
size seven in the shoe
size two if we're accounting
for the waist and in the face
brown skin, not a browning

and they all stay hounding
and them I be ignoring
unmoved like flooring
and that's just cuz I'm focused,
not cause I don't care

and yes this is my real hair--had to put that out there
(since they ask me)

repeat HOOK

You must've sprayed RAID up in your roach
you soundin crazy right now Baby
check your approach

this ain't a prank or a hoax
I been tryna tell you...
you smoke too much
ain't nobody playin but you
Track Name: Blame (Say Something Pt. 2)
Sometimes I think you men don't even understand the things that you do
and that when you're in prison we be feelin locked down too
we're shackled by our emotions, devotion's keeping us caged
outwardly actin ok
when actually enraged
cuz we've been sentenced to loneliness, restricted to silence
conflicted, feelin type responsible, so inside there's violence
with indecision and blame
much revision, replaying
of the events leading up to the arrest and we're saying
things like
if only I had kept him in the house that night
maybe he wouldn't have gotten caught
and he'd be here in my life
and we be doin our best at puttin up a resistance
to the inevitable force of the time and the distance
like me for instance
I try to offer sanctuary
many letters, much money in your commissary
it's scary cause we're still being torn apart
though I still could never leave you,
that's not in my heart
every weekend go to see you, subject to gettin searched
cause I feel as though I need you, that pain couldn't be worse
visiting room, no privacy,
that shit hurts
so every single meeting is a gift as it's a curse
I feel my heart is bleeding after beating, need a nurse
I'm nursin all these feelings, though I'm spilling them in spurts
never speak em till now, keep em zipped up in my purse
with my lips pursed up
and the kiss is like church
the pews full of regrets
this is good and as bad as it gets
the irony is gettin us mad as it sets in
you say "write" I say I will, real heavy
nothing but death can keep me from it, like Nettie
still I wish that I could toss this moment up like confetti
have it come down transformed to the day when you met me
would I do it all again? I don't know--don't upset me
you the only one in the world to ever get me
so I'm gonna stick it out with you, I know no other way
and I love you every minute
but resent you everyday
I say
I'm gonna stick it out with you I know no other way
and I love you every minute
but resent it everyday.
Track Name: Uncompromised (Prod. by Brock Berrigan)
Sometimes I feel me stepping out of this body

I feel like I should just probably

be making it or just

ending it all

and other times I feel like living forever

I feel like I could really make it

whatever I do I feel like I'll be great


up and down

strong and weak

grounded in quicksand and concrete

I speak silently

love so violently

hands in my pockets, balled up into fists

I take em out sometimes, open em, and blow you a kiss

I wisk myself off to dreamland puffin a jay

I don't smoke

but I feel at certain times of the day

like when the sunset's orange, leaving the sky gray

the earth looks how I feel when it cooks that way

and in a way I feel like I am flying

to shoot me down they tryin

I be tryna dodge it

tryna outsmart they logic

find lodging in a strange land

comfort in shaking strange hands

and refuse the strangest demands

I emerge unscathed and



fuck what they say

always emerge unscathed



uncompromised fuck what they say

I'm uncompromised

ignoring what they say


I'mma make my own way


you can leave

you can stay

stand firm

don't sway


all day

I'm uncompromised

ignoring what they say


I'mma make my own way


you can leave

you can stay

stand firm

don't sway


all day

Sometimes I wish that I could just disappear

and end up on the other side

like instead of down here

cause everybody wanna go and fuck up your career before it starts

you tryna put it together

they sit and pick you apart

I'm like

pardon my dust I'm under construction

but still obstructin YOUR shine

so what the fuck we discussin?

this is my style and it's mine

I'm signed to God

your labels can't touch me

I go at my own pace

you can't rush me

y'all mixed up like a slushie

fakin you got the solution

it's more like a suspension

yeah, in chemistry class I paid attention

not to mention

that I've never gone with what the world says

leaning not unto your knowledge is the way I know the ledge

today they want you in red

tomorrow it'll be blue

I'm over here in this yellow yellin "you do you!"

and none of what they said turns out to be true

I keep my headphones on now

you do you

I'm uncompromised.
Track Name: Crush Pt. 1

each day that I don't tell him is a waste

a waste of truth

a waste of time

eventhough I save face

it's not not worth it

cause a crush only crushes its holder

it holds her hostage

it's haunting

it's heavy

so much so it's daunting

darting out of suggestion

shooting them down if they fly in my direction

answering no, with no matter what the question

keep the blankest expression

blanket response is that he could never want me

if he does

why won't he confront me?

I wish that he would come and front me a few kisses I'll give em back when I'm done with them

the glances are gangsta, they shootin, I'm tryna run with them

they come with 'em

bigger than the ones the cops use

I'm dying over here, I am so fuckin confused

I love you like a bandit

ducked down in flat shoes with sunglasses cant stand it at times I feel used from

space in my heart, no rent paid

hours and hours thinkin of you and no sense made

can't buy a clue

let alone a vowel


I am spinning on this wheel

will you please come and get me

no YOU cause it's no vowels, unfortunately

I am spinning on this wheel would you please come and get me...


...no YOU cause it's no vowels, unfortunately

I am spinning on this wheel would you please come and get me off...


Now to anybody who's never had a crush

this probably sounds like gibberish

But for anybody who has, this is like the gospel
but to be more
it's like..

[Verse #2]

With each word that I don't say I disappear
Cause I feel like I'm invisible whenever he is near
writing songs like these cause he's never here
never look him in his eyes, paralyzed by fear
they need to take them things to my chest, press clear
maybe then I'll snap out of it and I can be sheer
meaning more see-through
meaning more sincere
though I'll never admit it,
he could get it like
Track Name: Hello (0 to 100)
Hello to the Game that won't say my name
cause it don't know it
Destiny is not an orphan
or adopted
I will show it
and bestow it
pon the people
who say "who?!"
when they mention me, pull
up a chair,
your darkest pen,
the sharpest Sharpie that's ever been
and write this down
mark my words
nay sayers and 'never heards'
will never phase me
not one bit
it's inevitable,
made for this shit
just a matter of time fore they admit
though they manage to sign the opposite
of everything that I represent
stil I do my own thing
and I represent

to my own world, that's where I went
stay camped out
in my own tent
just writing these rhymes
half the time to vent
truth-telling is how the other half gets spent

that's despite the too-high percent
sleeping on my like they was bent
passed out at a party with a liquor-ish scent
not licorice candy
(you know what I meant)

I'm minty fresh to this game
real mint, not candy canes
or them green ice creams
know what i'm sayin?
hold out your hand
shake mine,
it's nice to meet you
probably want me on your team now that you see that I can beat you

but I probably won't be down
just stay up in the underground
so solo is how I'm found
in DC when they see me around
all it takes is for them clowns
see you wit a dude sometimes
use that as an excuse to claim
'he must be writin her rhymes'
ain't nobody got time fo dat
no sir
she is I and I am her
and that's the entire clique
and it's tight--solid as a brick

and I still feel like I roll thick
and I still feel like I mob sick
this is the healthiest hello
goodbye to the bullshit show
of the ass in the avatar
and no passion for who we are
I am passing them from afar
with no gas and just my guitar
so they asking me how I do
I'm like I wish that I knew too
it's just been something inside
I couldn't say if I tried
if I lied, I'd say you're dope
but I don't
and so I don't
and the 'you' in that is you
if you felt a bit provoked
if you felt hip hop was broke
I guess I'm its only hope
I'mma fix it all up right
we can all sleep good tonight


[Verse 2]

overanalysis is paralysis
I write
and write
til my hands get callouses
enough paper that could fill up palaces
feeling like it's finished:
that's where the challenge is
I challenge myself to a duel

I'm on the drawbridge
everybody's there
I saw the elderly
I saw kids
all crowded around tryna see what I'll do next
tryna block em out, never think would they expect this
so exhausting
having the cake
wanting to make
the best frosting
so this time they'll eat it up without coughing
myself in the process
am I
am I making any progress?
is the answer
but it comes slow
I second guess every line
lifelines in tow
and they say I'm bout to blow like the Ford Pinto
but that was 'fore I was born
I aint get the memo

now they off the bandwagon
they hate the foot-dragging
they don't see that fire-breathing dragon over there
just waiting to singe my hair,
swallow pieces of my rhymes and throw em up in the air
is this an unwarranted scare?
I don't know.
But fa sho it's a recurring nightmare
and I feel it creep in
every now
and every then

this is what I'm battlin

and my whole squad on that real shit
cause I'm my whole squad--that's some real shit
and my whole squad on that real shit
cause I'm my whole squad--that's some real shit
Track Name: My Life (Four Unit) (Prod. by Dela)
four-unit building with a water tank that everyone shares,
I can't shower same time as the guy downstairs
this is my life...
feels like musical chairs
it might not be a place to sit when the music aint there
I know when paying my dues no expense should be spared
walk in the room, and everybody look at me weird
like where were you?
and I'm like 'yo, I was at work'
studio time aint free; bill collectors is jerks
a student loan's sky high--that's the truth and it hurts
to see them funds move out when I know all the work
it took to make em
the way they take em's beserk
they want the graduate to end up in a button-up shirt
fluorescent lights, smile at folks you don't like
laugh at jokes that ain't funny
just to make that money
just to make ends meet
touching concrete,
never grass,
never sand,
no sunlight,
it can
wreak havoc on the spirit of a person
the first step's recognition
the second is reversin
those effects
make life or make checks
the trade-off has got me so vexed
and this is my life
feel like I never get it quite right
feel like I never get it quite right
and this is my life
feel like I never get it quite right
feel like I never get it quite right
grateful to just have insight, even if I never get it quite right
grateful to have breath in my pipes, even if I never get it quite right still I'm doin alright
the best advice my momma ever gave me--can't depend on no man
can't depend on nobody
gotta make your own plan
so my nose was in the books, but my head was in the stars
I was writin papers at the same time I'm writin bars
I was sittin up in class lookin like I'm takin notes
when I'm really writin rhymes, tryna get some better quotes
better know
that I still will do better than the rest on the test
but that still do nothing for my stress
the success means nothin if it's not what you're wantin
all of the dreams become the demons that you're confrontin
and all of it seems to be beginnin to just be shuttin you down
your motivation is shot
you dont be comin around
you feel like all that you've got that's understandin the pound
of your heart when it knocks
is the words with the sounds
and it sounds so ludicrous when you say it out loud
your parents like "what is this?"
you wanted them to be proud
and education is real, but it got nothin on love
you gotta do what you feel, and put nothin else above
and step on out on that faith, give it all that it takes
sit back and reap the rewards? these are the highest of stakes...