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Room for Cream? EP

by Jus MaRx.

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[Intro] We begin this story… the tale of a young man... Raised in the city of Bumfuck Nowhere. That kid is Jus MaRx. OH! yeah, uhh… feels good to be home, baby feels good to be home Jus MaRx. [verse] yo, yet another late night sun on the rise as I drift to sleep lucid as my alarm clock begins to beep at a timewhere the rooster crows and paid pros control the tv, uh take a few to get my mind right shook by the bright lights shining on my blind side have a stretch, wipe the coal from my eyes grab a lighter off the dresser and a bowl to ignite, oh! inhale smoke until i’m draggin’ res exhale fire, that’s that dragon breath I let out one final yawn then throw on some Wranglers top is Ralph Lauren hit shuffle on my iHome and it starts to play Lupe then I get a call from my dude, Swain saying “let’s hit the booth, Jay” same shit, just a new day, a new day [Outro - LNEM] (just a bunch of random shit…)
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[Intro - Scarface Interview] (I ain’t even talking about The Commodores or like Maze or some shit like that… what ever happened to groups like fucking Mint Condition and shit? Like where that’s at? Like what the fuck happened? Who stole the soul? Who fuckin’ stole the soul, man?! It’s gone!) [Verse 1] check it… I fell in love at the tender age of 8 years old blastin’ Ms. Jackson on my radio gave a whole new meaning to what came before as the tale would go, yo it changed my soul through with Kidz Bop, Dreamcast placed on hold from then on, nothing but hip hop Common Sense, Nas, Quest, Big Pop Lost Boyz, Bone Thugs, can’t forget Pac by the time I was entering 5th grade it was AZlyrics and mixtapes me and that Discman were practically hip mates I would sing along ‘til my lips chaffed, then get straight-- on that school bus and start bobbin’ tryna nail the words to Cleanin’ Out My Closet on the school bus, start bobbin’ tryna nail the words to Cleanin’ Out My Closet [Hook] but who would’ve known that my love for the game would continue to grow through my coming of age? Hip Hop, it don’t stop (one time) Hip Hop, ya won’t stop humbled to say it just wasn’t a phase ‘cause there ain’t nothing as great as being up on the stage Hip Hop, it don’t stop and it won’t stop, yeah [Verse 2] started out with pads and pens in the backs of classrooms focused on a dream, essays? past due crammed tight in a black Jansport backpack full of pen caps, herb crumbs, and scrap raps never said a word, I was far from a class clown head down writin’ raps til I passed out listening to Common Sense when I was first affixed to Communi-- uhh, wait… I probably could have been a math wiz but I was into draftin’ imaginary tracklists lunch time was crunch time, 101 rhymes then I’d hit the bathroom stall and get dumb high back then, I was a problem child all it took was an iPod to calm me down to realize my dreams, had to jot them down wonderin’ when that time would come that time is now, what? [Outro - Scarface Interview] (Who stole the soul, man? That shit is gone, man. Like people are walking around this bitch-- you know, happy-go-fucking lucky like nothing is happening. You don’t see this shit unfolding in front of you?! They knocked your ass out ain’t no m-- it’s R&B now, Rhythm and Blues, it’s not-- it used to be soul… it used to be soul music… music for your SOUL) [Outro - GLC Interview] I don’t wanna give them shine or, you know, they might outspit me because they’re-- they’re a little bit younger, they’re a little bit hungrier. But, it wasn’t the case with you. You were real just laid back and chill and you’re like I’m just gonna-- I’m gonna do what I do. Well, the thing is uhh… I live this shit. Like, you know, Hip Hop. This is what I am. This is life. You know this shit is-- I hop out my bed and there’s a mic in my face and shit. Like my Pro Tools set up right there. And uhh… I do this.
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ayo… yo… check it… ayo… [Verse 1] I had a couple minor setbacks, now I’m making major moves, bloody murder on these tracks, run it ‘til I stain my shoes, not concerned with cashing checks, just tryna pay my dues, I know my ass is set as long as music remains my muse, but, day out and day in, I feel my patience is waning, facing the strains of being locally famous yet virtually faceless, caught between swag rappers and backpackers when fact of the matter is, they babblin’ like infants, one in the same, all of your tunes are mundane, I say enough with you suckas, man, came in the game just to put food on your plate, know you’ve been sufferin’ for sustenance, truly amazed you givin’ the radio play, most of it run by the government, day after day, steady creating new slaves-- wait, wait, wait, wait… [Hook 1] don’t know the deal? man,you buggin’, buggin’ you came to kill? man, you buggin’, buggin’ ain’t from the Ville? man, you buggin’, buggin’ HA! [Verse 2] my life’s the page out the story of a teenage burnout (uh, uh), who tried his best to time and time again get turned down, that’s why I get turnt up by the time the evening come ‘round, and pray to Jah whatever high I have don’t come down, cuz I’ve been down for too long, caught L’s, and gave an honest effort just to put the effin’ crew on, through the fire down to the wire, ‘til I wised up and realized something: on my dolo, I’ll do no wrong, now The Kreux gone… [Verse 3] these brothas think I’m slackin’ cuz I’m lackin’ a release date, and yet, my rhymes would terrorize this here police state, hard drives of archives with terabytes of beat tapes, pour my heart out, now watch as Jaycee paints a beautiful disaster, I never sleep until my peace of mind is mastered, paper heaps around the wastebin as these ashes-- trash the canvas, craftin’ draft on top of draft until the task becomes a habit, I’d rather be gettin’ plastered with the pros and act an ass but, every second that I’m absent just adds to my entrapment, and as I write this passage, opportunities are passin’, you can knock me on my hustle but you can’t deny my passion my passion, my passion… [Hook 2] I ain’t the truth? man, you buggin’, buggin’ ain’t got the juice? man, you buggin’, buggin’ I came to lose? nah, you buggin’, buggin’ YUH! [Verse 4] so it’s… “F” the world until my dying day, shining rate unmeasurable, we’re talking years of light away, block me and I’m running thru ya, Ndamukong Suh ya, then leave, powder my face, reemerge as Violent J, I daily dance with the devil, I reckon I”ll sign with Jay, likely name my debut tape “Jayzus” in spite of Ye, so if I die today, pray to be likened to John Lennon, potential your simple mind couldn’t fathom, you could only Imagine… let’s hear ALLLLLLLL that...
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[Intro] Chyeah! Ha! Let’s go! Ha! [Verse 1] now that boy Jaycee ain't nothing to mess with ain't nothing but bone and flesh man but you damn right I be flexing two things I don't like: your kind and questions like, "when you finna drop?", "who is in ya top?" dead that, ‘cause a nigga tryna rock right now let the beat take control of mind for Pete's sake, I told you, I'm fine went solo and chose to sky dive 'cause Lord knows your flows are blowing my high you’re so blind, don't know why I try your top five got marks in it, ha catch hold of my eyes, you might find that the windows into my soul are all tinted, nigga truth be told, dude as cold as a Winter solstice I'm sol-less (GAHDAMN!) yet I'm so lit (GAHDAMN!) so if it's on to the next one you can bet Jaycee’s the best one so you better buckle up ‘cause I come to stunt, man ain’t here for no test run [Bridge] now let's ri-i-i-i-ide check it out, now ri-i-i-i-i-ide y’all better than who? [Verse 2] even at my worst, y'all couldn't best Jay on your best day, ugh I been at this too long to be coat-tailing some deadweight not quite in my right mind be advised I’m a head case the very second you pressed play, you unleased a BEAST call a doctor, ‘cause your boy is a monster when it comes to beats, at least-- when they vis-a-vis my nigga AT guarantee you’ll see defeat! showing up Jaycee that’s crazy like Jay-z with a Jesus peice I’ma say my peace then collect my cheese so me and my peeps can feast instead of playing the same hits as them stations add Jaycee to your playlist, ahhh nigga, #NoBarsWasted
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[Hook 1] let’s ride (I’m up in smoke) let’s ride (I’m up in smoke) and get high (I’m up in smoke) and get high (I’m up in smoke) x2 [Hook 2] seat back, speakers up that’s the way we like to bump that’s the way we like to bump x2 now let’s ride (I’m up in smoke) let’s ride (I’m up in smoke) and get high (I’m up in smoke) and get high (I’m up in smoke) x2 [Verse 1] hotbox on Hot Wheels burnin’ rubber, blowin’ strong you high ain’t ya? don’t worry ‘bout what you smokin’ on all we focused on is burning trees to the third degree playlist on Curren$y for our herbal needs me and the homies we ride and we swerve runnin’ these lights, swipin’ these curbs like the police, our eyes on the perp/purp tryna ride with us? you ain’t gettin’ in ‘less you chippin’ in we ignite blunts ‘til the night’s done ‘bout a twenty twen? forget ya, then! the night is young and we tryna get blowed we got 4 in rotation and we ‘bout to twist more homie, grab a dutch crack it open, trash the guts stuff it like you can’t pack enough roll it, spark it, then pass to us and we’ll be ridin’ round our town blazing up, windows down floor shaking from that bass as them Alpines get louder roll me some of that Michael Jordan make sure that it’s ground up we’ll be fine from now ‘til morning chill, turn that sound up! [Hook 2] [Verse 2] my hat low, my speakers loud and my joint burnin' my low pros huggin' 22's and them hoes turnin' this sack I got, no lie, it cost about half ya earning still getting' money, I'm forgetting lessons you niggaz learnin' just puffin' on the strong gotta make sure a nigga head stay tight I'm chattin' on the phone gotta make sure a nigga head sucked right I'm doing the damn-- thang homie I'm a vet with the Bang-- Bang homie and I'm reppin' the same, real OG Triple B, DME, Big Fleet's the name I just do it niggaz only talking, I prove it I do it with a swag that come easy so little fuck niggaz always think it's nothing to it but my nigga, this shit hard something you don't know what to do with good golly, good lawd and my niggaz know who say the truest they know who got influence so fingers to the head, I salute the team lighters in the air, I salute the green and I like to mix so that OG Kush and that Mango dro gon' ignite together smoking 'til I can't no more 'cause my lifelong dream is to smoke 'til I'm high forever... UGH! [Hook 2]
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[Hook 1] we ridin’ round on that real that’s how we do it out in the ville it’s like gettin’ high is our mission we still fly and we still lit x2 [Verse 1] who you know do it better than them fellas out here in The Ville? spread love, watch as the empire build big appetite, will Kill for the Bills chiefin’ on Gainesville Green runnin’ from the GPD, on real one time, peel off burn rubber ‘til ain’t nothing but steel on the wheel smoke a dub, kilt the bub ripped the stage and kilt the club headed to the afterparty with our seats back and our speakers up we don’t gangbang but the whole team’s og’s when it come to oz’s walk in so fresh, so green (Hey, Ma!) we gon’ vibe like it’s One Night Only wind up to Ginuwine - Pony and some Al B. Sure need a bit of Anita, MJ, TLC Hey, Mr. DJ, play that Montel Jordan we livin’ lives we can hardly afford but everything’s gorgeous (nahtalmbout?) Jaycee and Ya Boy Nick Swain on that Midnight Train to Georgia [Hook 2] J: we ridin’ round on that real that’s how we do it out in The Ville it’s like gettin’ high is our mission we still fly and we still lit S: okay, ridin’ round on that real windows down, we chill run the town with my trill clique we still fly and we still lit [Verse 2] I started this shit in the Ville of the Gaines, filled with the jane never pills on my brain, but I feel like a train moving like an engine, stop attempting to prevent him: that's that real nigga Swain I'm ill spitting flame, just juggling chainsaws I'm covered in dank sauce, a brother you can't cross too damn straight for a nigga to swerve too damn baked for a nigga to care we just too damn great niggas flipping them words "yo how much for a verse?" 30 bucks and a blunt wrap a nigga with dumb raps still over your head it's real in The Ville, you should come here instead baby 352, you gon see my roof sitting on the West side, shout out East side too Jaycee my dude, we en route to a couple blonde moms cause they be live too we rolling round, windows down rolling round with them windows down prolly saying bad things to your daughter, she gon make me have to whip around my hand out the window, my mouth got a dutchie I'm mobbing in my skully, now the whole city love me! (token!) [Hook 3] ridin’ round on that real windows down, we chill run the town with my trill clique we still fly and we still lit ridin’ round on that Ville shit don’t make me flip that killswitch sittin’ high and I feel rich we still fly and we still lit, nigga
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[Intro] this the second verse? okay, you gon’ drag it over or what? yo who’s got the trees? feelin’ hella good man I--… I need a birthday cake someone bring the candles out get this party started… [Verse 1] live fast, die young, it’s all about right now my lifestyle done turned me into a night owl had dreams about this, livin’ that life now came up from a nobody to the whole party in my town hit the top, no boost, got here on my own two making it in this day and age means never saying IOU college life was a cop out, took the dough, dropped out started rappin’, made it happen, showed my ass, bossed out took over in no time, now every moment is Showtime why hate? want mine? nigga wake up, go grind can’t reap what you don’t seek, can’t slip if you don’t sleep Walk a mile in my shoes, Bound 2 end up with Cold feet “I’m everywhere you never been,” I’ve mounted every everest I’m forever in my element, only Hovi could best the kid Yeezus? he my next of kin it’s evident I was Heaven sent, every bar is a Testament all it took was a Plan B and a heavy dose of that medicine now I’m on [Hook] and you can’t tell me nothing been doing fine on my own, I don’t need nobody to butt in all them days I was hoping every night I was hopeless all them hearts that were broken it all lead to this moment now I’m on and you can’t tell me nothing been doing fine on my own I don’t need nobody to butt in all them days I was hoping and every night I was hopeless put faith in Jah and I faced the odds and it all lead to this moment, yeah [Verse 2] live fast, die young, it’s all about right now put in overtime while most of y’all be lights out started local, whole world in my sight now life’s a bitch and it’s bout time she get piped down whole state on lock from Dade County to Leon won’t stop til “MaRx.” be on marquees and neons billboards, sky high, crowd surfing on Cloud 9 all of y’all that block shine, I’m wrong one to be sleep on I don’t see y’all and y’all damn sure can’t see me I ain’t puttin’ on for nobody but me, dawg workaholic by day, by dusk, altered beast rather be a lone wolf than huddled around with a flock of sheep had a dream, mapped it out, did it once, properly and I strive to be at least twice the God that I can be headway on these deadweights like no love’s the philosophy and it’s paid off, awesomely, as far as i can see I’m on [Hook] [Outro] ay man, I mean… I feel like that’s a wrap right there… with this… I-- I don’t know... I think we good... this concludes your journey with Jus MaRx. thank you for riding along, and remember: [LNEMtro plays in background] (Pontiac Purp) There’s always Room for MORE CREAM remember that shit… smokin… getting high… just chilling…

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The debut EP by Gainesville hip hop artist, Jus MaRx. The concept of the EP revolves around Marx's writing process, more often than not fueled by caffeine. A bulk of this EP was written in local coffee shops. It's a departure from Marx's more conscious-heavy lyrics, but is undoubtedly just as focused.

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released October 23, 2014

Mixed and mastered by Sean Hunter.
Cover Artwork by Jordan Spencer.
Featuring YBNS and Fleetwood Boss.
Presented by LNEM.

A special thanks to Coffee Culture for allowing us to use their business to grab some awesome photos!

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