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RSE20: 20 Years of Rhymesayers Entertainment
Disc 1
01. B.L.A.K. Culture
02. Revival
03. Look Into Our Wilderness
04. Scapegoat
05. Technics
06. Anything Is Everything
07. The Abusing of the Rib
08. Southside
09. Think It Through
10. Travel
11. Pushing Buttons
12. Where My Mama Chill
13. Guns and Cigarettes
14. Big Shots
15. Modern Man’s Hustle
Disc 2
01. Bottle Dreams
02. Mic Control
03. Midwest Biz
04. Hot Bars
05. Mic Line
06. Outreach 5
07. Trying to Find a Balance
08. Forest Whitiker
09. Crime
10. Say Shh
11. Share This
12. No Good
13. It Ain’t Safe
14. Heat
15. Atltlachinolli
Disc 3
01. Now
02. Self Taught
03. One Beer
04. Sunshine
05. Prom Quiz
06. Boombox
07. Rock the Spot
08. Dirty Girl
09. Ice Cold
10. Smart Went Crazy
11. P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life
12. Hand-Me-Downs
13. Beat the Drum
14. Pillow Bite
15. Uncle Sam Goddamn
16. Scarecrow
Disc 4
01. Calm Down Baby
02. Yesterday
03. Trap Door
04. Optimist (We Are Not for Them)
05. Good Lord
06. Nuff Fire
07. Devil’s Advocate
08. Smile
09. Tight Rope
10. Tema Do Canibal
11. Protagonists
12. Throw Your Hands Up
13. Smile for the Blade
14. The Best Day
15. Radio-Inactive
16. The Last to Say
17. Grubstake
18. Ten
Disc 5
01. On the Rocks
02. You
03. Writer’s Block
04. Exist to Remain
05. Shine On
06. Zero Dark Thirty
07. Only Life I Know
08. Get Down
09. Delicate Cycle
10. Step Masters
11. Kidding Me
12. Arthur’s Song
13. Show Me the Way
14. Farout
15. Candy (Know Wat Can Be)
16. Kiln
Step master, step faster
Step on the gas and turbo jet past ya
And it's only begun like Jimmy Castor
Dumbin' out, coming out the ghetto blaster
We came here to blow your mind
Step Masters!

Campfire pow-wow, chief up the reefer
Three passports, four visas, keep up
A grey street sweeper, block runner
Stop, I'm not gonna
Plottin' now from sundown to sun up
I gotta run my funds up but I hope we mutual
I'm not a little dumb new fuck, the Usual
Suspects become clientele, thread 'em through the needle
Or the high of it, decided whether ever felt the Beatles
A believer till they label me a dreamer
Went from popular to sittin' on the bleachers and slangin' these
I am the truth, it's a planet dream
I ain't the mover, I'm the man that you hand the cream
The students starvin' till we packin' out the Garden
If we fall short of House of Blues, pardon
I'm out for startin' to finish shit
Carvin' out our images
This Deliverance, a Bubba Spark futuristic

Beats like this
Make me bang my head and beat my fist
On the table, ropes thicker than them ski lift cables
Talk slick, I'll connect both of your lips with staples
Like a mummy rap, but this is straight dummy rap
Not Easter Bunny rap, don't sleep on the paper
Or take money naps, I race on the track like Ricky Bobby
Spit it sloppy, my profession's videography
I'm high definition, 1080p description
Flipping like things that flip
Don't read off a script, heavyweight, I make the needle skip
Crush 'em like a fuckin' Dorito chip, then move on to the next
Lava burns heavy on the decks
Middle finger stretch, triple X, words that I stretch
Make it impossible for me to catch a breath
Move faster, telecaster, coming out the ghetto blaster