Audacity Limited Edition Package

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released 16 October 2010

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Epsilon Project Oxnard

Epsilon Project (EP) is a collective of three emcee’s, three emcee/producers and a DJ. Members of the crew include, Dex (a.k.a. Riff Raff McGriff), J-Pro, Unxpect, MP (a.k.a. Antidote), Calmplex, Verb-T and DJ Xist. As Oxnard, CA natives, the crew stakes its flag with fellow “Ox City” alum, Lootpack (Madlib, Wildchild, DJ Romes), Kankick, MED and OhNo. ... more

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Track Name: 02. Audacity of Dope Prod. Seize
[Verse 1]

J-Pro:

Who killed audacity with 1 bullet?
Who resurrected it when we were scared to speak up and run through it?
To stand a leader in the land of freedom
It had to be a man’s belief in man to understand… yes we can achieve it
Through all the camera tweaking and all the phantom seasoned
Animated can of demons unleashed to plant a reason
To not hope or not vote, colored man of treason
He’s over seeing the capital like a grammar teacher
And to reach a higher self, educate in high amounts
Now that’s dope, get your pen and paper, write it out
Hear that quote? Get ya kin and take a ride to now
According to the past, in the present we’d be lying down
How we acting? No passion in the flow
How we rap? Like we’ll blast ever cat we’ve ever known
Why we mad? Change is coming like we’re cashing in the dough
Now we’re champions of the slogan the Audacity of Dope

Verb:

Through the knowledge that we acquire we buildin this empire
Phony cons, criminals, liars, we expose em. Watch the truest transpire/
We uplift em; slowly convince em. They wave their hands higher
Bands they hire claimin they got priors. We dig underneath the attire/
Poetically I'm a man on fire wit no Mr. Creasy; just my craft i break down so easy
And these be the words you should heed. See I'm audacious with my dopeness
And i spit nothin but truth without a serum in my quotes; its routine/
Somewhat of a gifted prolific machine
With a purpose to prosper artistically with a skill and a dream/
And them same emcees killin the scene is still in my team
Rappers screamin redrum when they really vanilla bean ice cream/
And ima serve em to ya; yes ill certainly do ya the favor
Any flavor you shall receive/
In 2020 who will hip hop honor?
We steadily battlin this termination like Sarah Connor

Chorus:
We can pop Champagne/Shop brand names
Refer to every woman as a hoe/No damn thing
But this feeling deep inside of me is telling me plans changed
The audacity of EP, dope as the campaign

[Verse 2]

Antidote:

They call me stubborn and tell me I need to get with the times
It’s all in the beats and how you flip it P, you spittin these rhymes
No ones listenin, if they do its coincidence, all they understand—ignorance
Pimpin that women shit, you sweating penmanship, please.
I hate to be the antagonist but rapping is money
Funny as passion seems the obvious answer, it’s not.
Stop flowing against the grain and doubting it
Not only are they stupid they proud of it.
Feel like I’m challenging the world to a battle, cyphering shadows in light
At night it’s a castle, the moat is the industry, recycling imagery
So what’s dope continually provoked to indignantly
Retreat to the streets they claim, vividly…
I remember another day, repeating it
Consider this my civil disobedience I’m beating it
To a pulp, unleashing this Hulk inside of me
Reasoning’s out the window, I’m keeping it
Dope’s the ingredient, this is what freedom is.

Unxpect:
(Yea)
We stay speaking it/ Critiquing if your line is weak and/
unique speech unleashed through sequences your mind is seeking/
you find a leak I find a link to keep the fire peaking/
desire has me admired on who inspired Lincoln/
just think if the ink provided divided by thoughts/
had brought the lives, survived that had fought, niggas like I would of walked/
with a head high/ denied by a set up fed up on red eyes/
never rest why? Fess up to the stress developed to test my/ Abundance
runs with a crew of a hundred numbered through two plus four/
we bust for glorifying dying for war/
up in this battle field skills don't matter still an act of will/
so pack it up we back to patch it up with out them caps you peel/ huh
If rap is still about a package deal/ them labels might as well get rid of all the baggage, feel these niggas average still/
and damage real lyricist hearing this no need to cope/
with the bullshit welcome to thee audacity of dope/
Track Name: 03.Turn it Up Prod. Supa Koopa
[Verse 1]

J-Pro:

Beyond the borders of the ghetto here’s my composition
Get on a tour and we can settle where they all can listen
Get in the malls and we can meddle with a demographic
That never listens to our music, we should send a package
Get on the radio, irate bully them
Get on the net and spam, Myspace bulletins
Get on our set and jam, hype breaks pull them in
Turn it up, these are high stakes, play to win

Unxpect:

Check it
It aint no question why they stressing how we get down/
its complicated how we rated on how shit sound/
scan the plan guerrilla pressing while we still investing/
blessin fans, we ill and testing limits off the skills possessed and/
I say to turn it up (up) , They say to turn it down (down)/
Im trying to earn a buck and still trying to work it out (work it out)/
My peoples its the raising bar sequel/
planes from here to Spain, Kiko we got mics so when do we go?

Chorus:
Ox City, yo they want to see us (Get Live)
So I’m gonna grab the sound man and I’m gonna tell him (Turn it Up Now)
And when they scream encore that’s when they want more
Superior MCs that bring the hardcore
You know my city wants to see my crew (Get Live)
Somebody better grab the sound man and tell him (Turn it Up Now)
DJs, MCs, B-boys and Graff heads
Hip Hop is in the building, we’re the modern day classics

[Verse 2]

Verb:

Creativity livin within me's a part of my makeup
You raise the stakes up? I'll bring 5 along wit me to shake up the place/
Raise up the bass; cater ya face wit a plate of finesse
Shit is obvious; no need to address this rap shit is a mess/
That's why we turn it up and let them bitches burn it up; we meant for this
dynamic lyricism amped and ready is the emphasis/
Swimmin wit fish in this business? The competition's endless
All to get the benz's and image they stompin kids to win this/
Get live; thats what we stick by to get by adversity
The worst of me is gone; my tenni's you could never fit mine/
Sit back and watch us movin on the incline
No time to pivot
Stagnant aint the way; my killin instinct is to get mine

Chorus:
Ox City, yo they want to see us (Get Live)
So I’m gonna grab the sound man and I’m gonna tell him (Turn it Up Now)
And when they scream encore that’s when they want more
Superior MCs that bring the hardcore
You know my city wants to see my crew (Get Live)
Somebody better grab the sound man and tell him (Turn it Up Now)
DJs, MCs, B-boys and Graff heads
Hip Hop is in the building, we’re the modern day classics

Antidote:
We turn it up and stop only for the breaks
Don’t smoke bowls, push 45 plates
Forks in the road try stifling my pace
Stay down on the block like right before the race
Hear what I’m telling you, raised the bar, now it’s the mello rouse
Developing the flow, new improved, clear your schedules
Rock with us, stop em in they tracks like a pause button
Stick to the fax, like cover sheets you need to stop frontin
Hear to transcend, check the translation
Cut the trans fat, transform this rap nation
Epsilon, we the reason all they hands waiving
On the green, got the edge, its like we landscaping
Nothing special, not a profit hear to save your soul
We underground, turning up’s the only way to go
You want to be a jerk go and play ya radio
I said we underground, all my people what you waiting for

Chorus:
Ox City, yo they want to see us (Get Live)
So I’m gonna grab the sound man and I’m gonna tell him (Turn it Up Now)
And when they scream encore that’s when they want more
Superior MCs that bring the hardcore
You know my city wants to see my crew (Get Live)
Somebody better grab the sound man and tell him (Turn it Up Now)
DJs, MCs, B-boys and Graff heads
Hip Hop is in the building, we’re the modern day classics

Calmplex:
Often Misunderstood by those who never understood it
Underground, underrated but invaded my whole cadence
way since ninety two, but still in debit at the present
So projected as our future --- make some loot or become remnants
on some “back in the day” shit or “remember we use to”
I'd rather not reminisce since my memory fused to---
---what was, will soon come to pass… remain patient
Occupying the vacant… outside of the matrix…
Track Name: 04. Inspiration Prod. Kev Brown
(Cuts)
[Verse 1]

Antidote:

Raising the Bar dropped, now all these hands waving like car lots
The making of a dynasty, MCs who rhyming be
Putting on a show like these other hoes are trying to be
Rocking every spot with no thought of label signing me
You fakes are like grapes and (Hey) this here’s a winery
Now these chateau rap flows and we finally
Elevated, 100 flight of stairs until we’re celebrating
Each step like air in Hip Hop’s in each breath we’re taking

J-Pro:

We’re taking 2 steps forth; they’re taking 2 steps back
By making bullshit tracks, where are my real heads at?
They’re on the Internet, downloading our songs
So at the shows, they get ‘em up like a power bomb
We’re on the 20 minutes, sweat like it’s an hour long
30 people wildin’ out like it’s a stadium
Or the palladium, there’s nothing I can say to them
I'm grateful for the stage we’re on
And you’re my Inspiration!

Chorus:
My inspiration, blood, sweat and tears
Through all of the years, one thing that kept me handling biz is
My inspiration
My 3 babies life when I’m gone
Learning what’s right,wrong
How to fly and fight through the storms
My Inspiration
The ovation, applause from all of our peers
Supported by local fans through all the years
My Inspiration
(Cuts)

[Verse 2]

Verb:

Sometimes i consider things that get me inspired to write
There's somethin within me that never seems too tired to fight/
for what i believe in; achievin and acquirin heights of happiness
We duel and fight with the fire ignitin on our doorsteps/
Man i been through it all; been poor; slept on floors
In life i seen more yards than Dorsette/
So when tradgedy's drug out and the ground gets shaky
I'm fully aware of whatever consequences that await me/
for decisions I'm making
I aint perfect at all, but there's a reason why to get by I'ma struggle and crawl;/
the reason why id rather be judged by how many times i get up
than to go through being judged by how many times i fall/
And I'm not religious man, but let me tell you the deal
If i could just channel my voice through those who feel what i feel;/
if i could leave earth with a mark that says that verb was for real,
to live and breathe and put on this planet provided wit skill is my inspiration

Chorus:
My inspiration, blood, sweat and tears
Through all of the years, one thing that kept me handling biz is
My inspiration
My 3 babies life when I’m gone
Learning what’s right,wrong
How to fly and fight through the storms
My Inspiration
The ovation, applause from all of our peers
Supported by local fans through all the years
My Inspiration
(Cuts)

[Verse 3]

Antidote:

There’s so many reasons why I do this, nothing I’d deny or try to prove
It’s just this feeling that I feel when I’m hi-hi-high of spittin’ rhymes and coolin’
Wit my crew, walking like it’s water that I’m steppin’ on
Epsilon “P”, the 180 I’ve been bettin’ on


Verb:

Soon as they let us on
The game’s changing, this is the level we’re supposed to conquer
And competition’s supposed to be fretting on
Retreating like decepticons, forfeiting their checks and bonds
Falling and crumbling at the frey and edges we left them on

J-Pro:

… the rest will honor the name. My fans are cynical
Still they’re calling my name like I stand at pinnacle
Allstar perennial, fall far from lyrical Sean Paul
I’ve fended through the fire with inspired minds
They say I got them through the day, but they’ve inspired mine
A young guy thumping Pete Rock and I n I
Feeling proud of the underground where the cipher lies
Same 30 fans waving hands when the cipher dies

Chorus:
My inspiration, blood, sweat and tears
Through all of the years, one thing that kept me handling biz is
My inspiration
My 3 babies life when I’m gone
Learning what’s right,wrong
How to fly and fight through the storms
My Inspiration
The ovation, applause from all of our peers
Supported by local fans through all the years
My Inspiration
(Cuts)
Track Name: 05. America Prod. DJ Vadim
(Intro)

[Verse 1]

Verb:

Another day another dollar right? Cause in America over it someone's gonna die tonight
Crooked politicians bitchin and fixin to lie tonight/
Suppressin poverty stricken people whenever they try to fight like "Here ya go kid"
And then hand him a stick of dynamite/
Can't tell me nothin if you aint been through it
Am i genetically predisposed or is it influence/
Straight ginsuin my life aspirations wit sin
Who in the hell cares?
Its niggas thats willin to die to get it in America

J-Pro:
It’s where the troop levels rise. The pursuit’s ill-advised.
The news televised it, but groups enterprised.
Red or Blue… telling lies
Where’s the proof?
In the eyes of the dudes that are dying, paying dues with their lives
Play it coo…
You can hide in your suits and your ties, where the youth never die when seduced by the high
See the coupe…
Advertised by a gruesome disguise of freedom in the name of America.

Antidote:

Stars and stripes.
This is 51, the mind state and bars you like.
That Antidote shit, boat shit and cars you like.
The pursuit of the shine and the dimes you wife.
I got more on my mind than a hoe and a dollar
Try to put it in my rhymes but the shows don’t follow
Got to fly overseas where they pride ain’t swallowed
And they want what they need but I’m waiting for tomorrow
In the land of the free yall…

Unxpect:

This the place where we at/
and prepared to react while these niggas bang on every track/
and we rarely be wack with the fitted hats and black denim/
Fine women, fast state of mind we keeps the wax blending/
back spinning, While the mat attracts the different accents and/
cultures keep it active while the taxes staying mad expensive/
you get a nasty sense its intense and the eyes on us/
cries known to penetrate the skies, a rise on the homeless/
Homie this is what?

Calmplex:

A land of thieves who stole from indigenous
A shelter for those who expose what religion is
Convicted, or twisted, abode for polygamist
If freedoms for all, why we all feel imprisoned then?
United we stand, yet command with indifference
Where lack of concern, becomes fact for the ignorant
My stimulant a tome, Called behold a pale horse
Novus Ordo Mundi the source of a scam called… "America"

Chorus:
Multiple Clips

[Verse 2]

Verb:

We got money to burn; contradictions televised; easy for a dummy to learn/
Where marijuana grows more than red fern
Court is never permanently adjourned cause as the world turns/
Another bad sperm enters on bad terms wit bad germs
Dealt a bad hand; strugglin
Its sad to learn but its true/
So whats the reason for this bad cohesion
People freezin; never dressed for the season
How we people pleasin? Whats the meanin of demeanin America?

Antidote:

Fuck your vote.
When your only two choices are to drown or to choke.
Don’t tell me I have voice, understand I’m broke.
When you ain’t got a pot to piss in, you ain’t reading propositions
I’m just trying to work this job, so I got a spot to live in.
And you have the nerve to ask me why I knock the system?
It’s one nation under God but two parties divide
So three seconds what you got before they make you decide.

J-Pro:

Where the candidate of choice is based on drink favors
We’re choosing between 2 parties like teenagers
The red is for the green while the blue is for green acres
Somewhere in between it seems to mean faker
Flip flopper, 2 sided, all thing Hegelian
Debates about the gays, creating fences for the aliens
Tax cuts, health care… black and white play to win

Unxpect:

We staying in, so say again (America) this how our day begin/
9 to 5 for survival while we thrive in the state we in/
live with debates and strive to make a name raise our babies and/
we labeled lazy we hated just as bad as Arabians/
we always find a way to win and move as a unit/
soon as we dismember we band together smooth to just prove its/
the news that abuses the media, provokes through the tv/
the c.d.'s you seeing and purchase don't believe all you reading/
cause they be feeding lies in (America)

Calmplex:
Land of the sheep, and home of the enslaved
Misguided souls, friendly foes till the invade
shades of good and evil seem to equal that of poupon
are you incorporated with the natives? get cha noose on
judgment of my lexis, if its sexist, or it cant shake---
---booty, beautiful or strobe, conscious of the globe
getting warmer still im told…to be green
yet the green out my pockets being stole
uncle sam is so… "America"

Clips...
Track Name: 06. In God We Trust Prod. DJ Sean
(In God We Trust/No doubt that's a must)

[Verse 1]

Unxpect:

Get down for yours I gets down for mines/
so sit down recline, enjoy the beats and the rhymes/
my whole crew is at ease, in God we trust its a must/
suckas out in the streets with heat tucked in they guts/
(to take yours) I aint the type for them peeps I stay coo/
remain focused on beats you need to pay dues/
a lot of distractions is the actions they choose/
gotta subtract the fractions so I snatch a grey Goose/
(What up) In God we trust like them shows where the women flaunt it/
we throw the paper with them words that's imprinted on it/

J-Pro:

Though I’m a little dormant, at times I feel important
Still I reveal the Garden of Eden, I’m eating off it
I don’t want to see a coffin, that’s why I be breathing often
So I can feel the air seeping through the reaper’s palms, and
If I conceal how I can bleed, then I’m not humanistic
I see the world through the eyes of a new statistic
I was half a man before I grew to be the future… sinning
world’s got me questioning the phrase… tell me who’s the wicked?

Chrous: (Phrase cuts)

[Verse 2]

Antidote:

If I’m God, then I believe in him, the things that I see in him
The good, bad, ugly and the freedom in
I heaven I can be in when I need to, like a lung that I can breathe through
A drum that I can cling to, study close, and try to reach to
The sky, real fans keep ya hands up high
Ain’t no heaven for emcee, hip hop wont die
And its not like these wack muthafuckas wont try
That’s why we bypass the mainstream to keep it alive

Verb:

Im seekin for a vibe i can ride wit
The light in the sky is so blindin; 9 to 5 survivin; music recharges the vibrant/
energy. Rigorous grindin got a nigga inquirin
if my purpose is livin in this situation that im in/
Im innovatin; I been awaitin compensation for it
Dreams that i stored in my memory bank somewhat keeps me in orbit/
Somewhere i feel like im gettin shorted
Workin these graveyards; swingin hammers got my faith and belief distorted/
But i look into my son's eyes when im partially objective
A god given miracle breathin brings me a whole new perspective/
Granted its arduous, this uphill climb; its easy to give it up
Through him i find strength for that extra giddyup

Chorus: (Phrase Cuts)
Track Name: 07. Poor World Prod. Ohno Feat. Mr. Lee G
[Verse 1]

Unxpect:

No more partying with models on top of that pop the bottle shit/
its all about this cash and dodging them hot hollow tips/
after tonight he swears he'll call it quits but where the problem fits/
is niggas don't forget shit when fucking with street politics/
he'll probably get what he deserves though, the word slowly leaked/
Jamal called Tariq a week ago from Tony's Niece/
he's in a bad predicament no fixing shit when it hits the fan/
for 40 grand, clocks ticking he aint sticking to the plan/
He has a baby on the way Jamal refused to let him lose ah/
Father if he'll call her one last time to soothe her/
told her he'd be home and this money could helps out /
stay strong baby and pray cause I'm in hell for now/
He knew what he was doing was taking another mans life/
the plan to murder him, his kids plus his brother and wife/
realized the chosen path and wondered what the other be like/
up in this poor world its cold when u discover the price/
poor world (echo)

Chorus:
(inaudible) little boys and girls live in a world where the life's so cold
It's a poor world
This world that we're livin in
I guess to eat a brother's got to sin
It's a poor world
Ya talk about ya ones and guns
Until ya baby momma got no funds
It's a poor world
Don't you be mad at me
I'm only speaking some reality



[Verse 2]

J-Pro:
Late night, Donna’s excited to be invited to dine with the finest modest Pilate body
Johnny was honest and kind of retarded but in the funny sense of the problem
Followed Donna around , calling until she bought in to court him (Yes)
He got his wish officially mission to pop a cherry
He’s got an itch to hurt the pussy like Tom & Jerry
She wants to make the night special like Gerald Riveri (Geraldo Rivera)
He trying to fuck and cut it short like Halle Berry
Upon a night he got her right at 7, night of pleasure on his mind, the sight of sex, he’s gone already
She’s trying to conversate and kinda got a bond to make
But all he thinks is, “What I’m gonna do if the condom breaks?”
They eat and catch a flick and afterward it’s kind of late
He says, “I know a cool spot here, down by the lake”
She’s hesitant, he says he aint got time to waste
Pumps the bass just so he can drown out the sound of rape

Poor world (echo)

Chorus:
(inaudible) little boys and girls live in a world where the life's so cold
It's a poor world
This world that we're livin in
I guess to eat a brother's got to sin
It's a poor world
Ya talk about ya ones and guns
Until ya baby momma got no funds
It's a poor world
Don't you be mad at me
I'm only speaking some reality

Verse 3:
Verb:
Wit a rag in his pocket he walks the street like street life's a different beat
Nikes cover his feet; affiliated colors trimmin his sneaks/
Right, nobody told him; wrong, it continued to mold him,
grab a hold of him, scold him; deadly what he sold in his folded hands at night;/
Scopin patrolin units forced to control him; cookin up that shit above the oven;
Lookin back he never chose the life he supposedly dove in/
He peeped it from his stroller;
mommy and daddy rollin em big as tp roll holders;/
Subjected to planet fuck up, flooded wit fragile and sucked up fiends;
peepin the scene on every corner/
Sirens serenade the block like Nat King; he say its a black thing
as if caught up inside a labrynth where we black people lack dreams;/
Guns poppin all day like Rerun from What's Happenin;
He servin the block regardless of sickness; lungs collapsing/
Fuck the people, he finna pitch rocks and reep the benefits
So goes the merry-go-round of ill intent
Poor World (echo)

Chorus:
(inaudible) little boys and girls live in a world where the life's so cold
It's a poor world
This world that we're livin in
I guess to eat a brother's got to sin
It's a poor world
Ya talk about ya ones and guns
Until ya baby momma got no funds
It's a poor world
Don't you be mad at me
I'm only speaking some reality
Track Name: 08. Sleeping Giant Feat. Dopamine Rush P.O.E
(Intro)

[Verse 1]

Antidote:

A yo, the time is now, I’m climbing the highest mountain
Peeking over defeat, tweak and rerouting the power I reach
The outcome is me at my pinnacle, the stance of a general
Eye of a tiger, my pen a tool to write a verse and feed the fire
Unleash desire through beats breathe and exhale a choir
Hallelujah my scholars, hustlers lets take it higher
Prove to the world that we justice, truth and they can’t untie us
Stand together and band forever they can’t deny us

J-Pro:

The time is now, the streets on fire
Did you peep the sirens?
The ghetto birds are creeping silent while the eagles firing
And peoples dying over evil crimes and beef with iron
A deep design, if don’t speak in line, you’ve leaked assignment
So keep an eye on how they frequently receive ya guidance
Cuz they rely on every frequency to reap a buy in
A secret tie in to the industry that’s economic
I seek alliance, now let’s awaken the sleeping giant

Chorus: (Cuts)

Verse 2:

Verb:

Calmplex:

Yes… finally incentive
to formulate all my feelings into congruent sentence
Replenish what’s been taken for granted, packaged, pimped, promoted
to those who never would quote it, consumers who loathe it
until its no longer the rage,we fortunate avoided all consequences of fame
yet broke enough to hold on to receipts of dues paid
stay focused with the hope our scopes beyond some loose change
cuz I aint really tryin to be waitin in vein…

Chorus: (Cuts)

[Verse 3]

Unxpect:

The time is now, the time to situate and rhyme about/
some shit to blow your mind, the flow designed before the time is out/

the time is ticking, time restricts, resign before they find a route/
these suckas dig a whole, cant get exposed but now they climbing out/

about to split a vein and while they claim to get they creep on/
my peeps awake from they sleep while the hoes they get they freak on/

I suppose that I can speak on/
defiance of the giant if your lying then your leak spawns beyond whatever recalled

Dopamine Rush:

Listen to it! LOL
Track Name: 09. Deranged Vets Prod. V.I
These lyrics must be heard... not read... lol