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IOMFT

by Jay Diem

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1.
[Verse 1: Jay Diem] All these rappers got bars but no style Just stylists and sight childish differences between spouses Leaving 5 kids to find a new house with new blouses Hit clubs and smoke dubs and write the same rhymes about it I’m screamin’ and shoutin’ for friends on this Island of MisFit Toys I’m doubted by the same people who say they love me Now how can I ever cope with that I suppose my lack of close friends made me cope with rap Rather than cope with smack That fat ghat in my dad’s backpack I could elope with that if I just cut the straps Just empty my tablets and then empty the sack Now look at that useable beautiful Mac Prosaic in all of the trap stars trap rap acts you love to laugh at Feel like a lab rat I’m well tested and pissed off My therapist was the first person I ever flicked off I’m about to lift off might resort to drugs And then I see my grandpa’s image and I resort to love And start to sob on the floor Play Nipsey Hustle put the Mac-11 back up on the dresser drawer like, “Whats the weapon for?” You know exactly what the weapon’s for [Instrumental Breakdown] [Verse 2: Jay Diem] We refer to things as abstract when we cant understand them Reprimand and demand it conform to our standards So overstand when I state that I hate this second handed creativity everybody’s branded as their own And they claim to be different But I don’t see them on the island And that’s why I feel distant As a child, I was instantly never well-liked and I still cry every time I realize I was too scared to say to my last words to my grandpa when he was last alive Those last words were the reason my reason and happiness died Signed Jay Diem Island Of MisFit Toys
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[Verse 1: Jay Diem] I sit inside of a furnace and burn up my demons Loaded Lux with a loaded cup and I’m ready to clean it Ethanol inside of my gal When I spit it in battle raps Making ash of your cataracts You can tell ‘em you seen it Cobain spitting cocaine with a wiff of that teen spirit Whipping these mean lyrics like beans in a green Keurig Even the fiends fear it this is new addiction Big L, the new edition, in the Danger Zone with every listen Look at The [Big]ger Picture Kid gets so hot with every drop got teachers saving my signature My signature move is to move you with every minute Forget admission if the people don’t listen to every lyric Listen a leer is the speed I’m moving within my movement You better move it before I impede and leave you broodin’ A beast, I’m Brutus inside the booth I’m sleuth When I locate your favorite emcee and then pull him out of his Coupe By his neck and knot up a noose Leave ‘em hanging up like a dap when I rap and wrap up the proof Just proving that over loops you can’t forget improvement You can’t win if you always losing But you always will as long as Jay Diem making the music [Bridge: Jay, Jom, Terry] And I just sit all alone Just me and these songs Moonracer Im the king of this island The king of this rhyming [Verse 2: Jay Diem] Better prepare your bars There’s a kid at large from the psycho ward Tyke in a title fight like a Tyson brawl In lightning form So bring my idols on with a Tylenol for they broken jaws And my fist in gauze And im out of the box, I don’t need no ring I sing these blues like I’m BB King And I’m still 17 but I be the king Who can tell me different You fall in love with every listen Island of MisFits Satan would pray against this But every goal gets shot at Question is- would you feel the need to take a shot back Cock back quick leave em wasted in lines Till you realize the only thing you wasted is time But every goal gets shot at Question is- would you feel the need to take a shot back Cock back quick leave em wasted in lines Till you realize the only thing you wasted is time Till you realize the only thing you wasted is time [Bridge] Ye [Kanye West] Its some nice ones here and there It's some good shit here and there But we culture Rap the new rock and roll We culture Rap is the new rock and roll [Interviewer] It's been like that for a minute [Kanye] Its been like that for a minute Hedi Slimane! Its been like that for a minute We the new rock stars and I'm the biggest of all of them
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[Chorus: Jay Diem] We major? Yeah yeah we major We major? Yeah yeah we major We major? Yea yeah we major Nah nah nigga no we not C’mon homey we major (We major) C’mon homey we major (We major) C’mon homey we major (We major) Nah nah nigga no we not No we not [Verse 1: Jay Diem] I hate this, relatively famous Pen full of rhymes and a heart full of anguish Self-promotion, me and D ain’t complaining, pacing and making calls to all those radio stations Play this, Yeah come on play this Promise all of your listeners will put this on their playlist No? Well okay forget the radio But if I don’t hit the radio then what is they gonna pay me for? Racing like four four forty’s for notoriety Sick of sobriety, sick of niggas that lie to me Sick of writing societies life and lies in a diary Spitting writtens at shows and hoping that they admire me Im tired And frankly Im exhausted You see, rapping is a habbit and my passion I just hope I haven’t lost it But [Chorus] [Verse 2: Jay Diem] Big Shot Bob with the way I play the background I embody Ginobili the Kobes just get they raps out Out with all the anonymous, still Im searching for dominance Dogmatically dogging em’, Labels is trying to cop him He dodge em’ just like the coppers with pockets leaking that copper They think he’s copping the profit instead Im eating Hot Pockets And pocketing flows, dreaming of stands and the rows Selling out shows in stadiums for these fans out in Vancouver The man, the panned loser who sat in his home All alone with that tablet rapping that frog in his throat out Till he croaked in his own room No friends in his home room So he had some more time to write up his own tunes That’s cool, cause now half of them niggas tweeting collabs They see me as a come up, I really see it as sad So I work with who I want cause Im working with what I have I just wanna get this work up off my dad Tell him [Chorus]
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[Terry] Hey what’s up Jay? It’s your best friend Terry Now you know I’d never tell you anything wrong But see these songs you been making lately They got all this meaning but, they boring bro I just, I just want to see you make something to make the people move You know what I’m saying? You know, let’s talk about money Lets talk about women Come on my nigga I know you’ll do the right thing Listen to your conscience
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[Verse 1: Jay Diem] It’s possible I was birthed in a mental hospital To lead the church of hip-hop say hello to your new apostle New arrival I’m nuking rivals Polluting cyphers Dreaded menace I’m like the homicidal Mekaih Phipher A pied piper a rough rider the best writer Loney Toons rooming with his goons The most despised Kaiser King among men spitting crack until his lip blow Pistol Pete on tracks for Pete’s sake he’s got a pistol Don’t move No shoes Obvious he’s piss poor Got a little cash spent it on time and crisp flows And some Ritalin Swallow while he riddling the little men who twiddle Thinking they can match his pillagin’ Move up your men and I’ll break em’ down by the barrack Burry em’ by the bayou and burn up all of their merits Lyricists trying to line up their bars just because of Kendrick I’ll hop on top of your track take your bucket hat and then kick it Kick up dust in your lenses Dust you off like forensics and finish you Tell your manager that your career is finished I’m Eminem and you Cannabis Man to man with us I’ll press you down where you stand corrupt And damage all of your stamina [Verse 2: Jay Diem] Pick pocketed Pac’s rhymes out his pocket So all these hip hop tops lips lock Whenever I plop these winter flows I had since Kid Rock rocked a flat top Doing rap-rock in hi tops till his strings popped Dilapidate any mixtape like an M-80 You just an M-8 forgetting lyrics like you Wayne Brady The kid crazy like Gnarls and Charles Barkley Not a role model but I still lead like I’m Paul McCartney Hardly barking like these no bite niggas you see on TV It’d take a team of their leaders to even pee on my EP Secrete the feces on tracks and then cruise through the city streaking From a window seat just so all of the little kids can see me Hollow lobotomist Bottle swallowing arsonist Artisan pauper who’ll put a molotov where your mama is Hope you inside of the house while you tear and cough Claw you in the face and sanitize it with some Smirnoff I don’t smoke crack dumb nigga I sell it Forget a born sinner Im a new born felon No disrespect to J I just feel a little rebellious to labels selling us cages Im raising hell in a cellar Oh it’s so unfamiliar they hate the way that Im ripping These turn up vegetable rappers until they come up missing The point you missing is that I’m so young and just getting better Im burning up like I’m running on the track In 97 sweaters
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[Verse 1: Jay Diem] It’s that nigga, flat top packed in a cap nigga Pump to the back of a punk in the back of a Lac if he makes that yack nigga Like Kendrick Lamar, aka Benz is to me just a car On the edge of my street but see that’s just so far I said if I made it past it pray it was ‘matic go out and chill with the stars Like that’s the plan Pop packed me inside the van 101 in that bank account, and mama ain’t think we would make it out Sometimes life wanna make you shout but I still remember those days Eating canned beans, watching movie scenes, wishing I was out in LA So [Chorus: Jay Diem] My POV Baby get into my POV I could put you in a movie scene, being a star that’s so serene I could make you a celebrity over night [Verse 2: Jay Diem] Lights camera action Pinup girl posed up for Maxim No time for the love and passion Little red light better get to acting Then its split up time, I live with my pops what a pick up line 17 rap like Im 20 something Probably end up like 20 bumming And like 20 Hummers 20 house notes and its all for nothing 20 new chains and they all for stuntin’ 20 new songs and they all for frontin’ I suppose it seems I lost my way but still standing here with a can of beans wishing I was out in LA So [Chorus] POV- Perversion Of Vision (Beginning of BML) [Verse 1: Jay Diem] Staring at the back of the Black Mona Lisa Light brown skin, slim jeans and t-shirt Dark brown hair, good jeans in her features Say she like my jams got my name on a t-shirt, cool That’s what up, what you want to get into? My daddy raised a saint but were all rather sinful We’d all rather limos, but we’d all cop a Benz I ain’t saying that you settlin’ but you should settle in with me But don’t get comfortable cause I got business So Mona Lisa I hope you ain’t moaning for a friendship Cause this is what that isn’t And it is what it is, cause Im in town for the night and you’ll never see me again That’s life, how we try to make love and just act indifferent Im leaving in the morning and I aint leaving the digits So please, make this memory last like we never lived it Or never live it again, so in the case that I miss you Pull out your camera phone, cross your hands, and take this picture You’re my Black Mona Lisa
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[Jom] Hey what’s up Jay? It’s your best friend Jom Now you know I’d never tell you anything wrong But you know, I heard your last couple of tracks Real nice stuff But I just feel like, you know Too many hits not enough classics Know what Im saying? You got a lot to tell these people about yourself You owe it to them to give them Give them something they can relate to I ain’t saying change for nobody But remember that you came from this island Remember why you started this Listen to your conscience
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[Verse 1: Jay Diem] They promised me that dreams would come true But forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams too Watching people trying to make it out they mama’s home I just write these songs trying to make it out my comfort zone Life is zoning in and Im collapsing by the knees From these people who keep on telling me who and what to be A dollar and a dream? I got some anguish and some change Sporadic thoughts and a catalog of rhymes to ease the pain Painstakingly planning to take over the planet with an atom bomb Trust me when I make a mill I’ll split it down with dad and mom A house to add it on but what is all of that To the ones who taught you, you could be ambitious young and black Black card with a Fleetwood Mac hey you can do it Just make sure in it all you don’t forget to love the music And that’s the greatest thing they ever taught me Lose your dreams and become nothing but a carbon copy I got dreams [Chorus 2x] Mama I got dreams Mama I got dreams Mama I got dreams They hate to see my spotlight beam and that’s why they wont let me be They wont let me breath [Verse 2: Jay Diem] Working till my fingers bleed Funny how Im dreaming but my sleep is now my enemy I hate the bottom, patience is slowly rotting Yo I dropped some classics back in autum you must not have got em’ There must have been a problem with the twitter links or something To keep it blunt we hate the way they hate on us for nothing They wanna cripple dreams like a crip out of east Compton or Chicago Looking for a new watch with a cocked shotgun Or half-cocked telling us stop like we got problems For trying to be something other than teacher lawyer or doctor Everybody just stand up, c’mon and put your hands up This right here is the anthem, life aint nothing but stanzas Im just leaving a verse in the best way that I can A dead poet in a society where they just brand us But tell me what’s a poet if he don’t write If I don’t change the world I just wish I could change my own life [Chorus]
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[Verse 1: Jay Diem] Beauty queen of only 19 The type to get lost in a mixed drink or a daydream A heart shaped bruise right below her left thigh He swear it’s love and care every time he black her left eye A Percocet or a xanie probably’ll ease it up She recollect her panties being ripped up while she scream “enough” And that was ten years old, cold now she’s all alone Crying out to mama about her silence while she’s on the phone She wanna pick up, leave and never come back But he’s screaming to her face that no one will ever love that So she moved to his room and cocked his gun Barrel in her mouth, gripping the trigger, hoping the angels come [Chorus: Madi King] Till the angels come (x6) [Verse 2: Jay Diem] Beauty queen of only 19, Got a daughter whose father hits mama and buys her nice things Mama’s in the room aiming a .22 at her cavity Wrote a note saying daddy Im sorry please don’t be mad at me See Im having some problems and I don’t think I can take it I promised I wouldn’t quit but that’s just a promise I’m breaking Im breaking down and Im bringing a bullet with me And memories to a place they promised would stop the hitting Abuse comes in many ways but see Im a victim of all them And dad he’s right at the door and dad I don’t think I can stall him So sorry to end this letter these problems I got to solve them And so she puts down the letter with signature at the bottom Put barrel to bottom lip and that’s when her daughter walked in Cause she wanna play with her mama, some crayons balled in her fist So she rolled the gun on the floor and I promise she’ll tell you this It’s just like the bullet had missed it’s no question Angels do exist
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[Chorus: Chris Walker & Jardyn Howelton] One of these days You’ll be proud of me You’ll be proud of me mama You’ll be proud of me One of these days You’ll be proud You’ll be proud of me You’ll be proud of me mama You’ll be proud of me [Verse 1: Jay Diem] And I said I’d be back when the street lights on But 3 done come and gone And I know you stayed up all night waiting for me all alone With a glass of wine but my appetite For adventure and my lust for life Make me act brash and asinine Oh lord just bless that pastors wife And I’m never gonna make it to the NBA Im probably never gonna get my MBA I know you want to see me get a doctorate But that lifes a box of chocolates And Im so lactose intolerant I gotta spit it up ‘fore I swallow it And I know my mama ain't proud of this Music I spit but I promise this [Chorus] [Verse 2: Jay Aura] Said dear mama, you a strong woman I wake up early in the morning with some breakfast cooking And yo Im sorry for me acting up in school But this rapping thing for you Trying to get you a crib, with a penthouse view I’ll get you everything you wanted Your life is gonna be perfect And I stay up long nights, speakers loud but it’s gonna be worth it You told me to stay humble, that’s exactly what I’ll do Wouldn’t be the person that I am today if it weren’t for you [Chorus] [Verse 3: JusL] Never would've thought that I'd Find myself in a place like this nigga so equipped Can't afford to slip I know porcelain Cause you don't take no sh- (Boy you better watch yo' mouth) Mama Disappointed with the path I picked But I'm embracing my fears Before I tear the game like a handkerchief I know I never got my degree I know you think I'm chasing the hype You know I never stop doing me You never take the advice But Ima make you proud My job is to get you to quit your job Look back on it all and smile I'll be back in the fall [Chorus]
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[Verse 1: Jay Diem] Saw your face in a lucid dream and again in my classes Thought of you got me losing sleep and I swear your different from the masses From face to fashion I just cant get past it You make me passive at them highschool dances Love or lust? I lust for your passion I love your body and I love your laugh It’s a shame you only think of me as a sibling Simply cause if you’re a ten I’m tragic For a chance at love I might take my chances I might just spark it and you just might ash it But you’re the object of my affection It’s obvious your allure It’s obvious your perfection And it’s obvious I want more of you [Chorus: Bobbie Ricks] Even though I cant have you You know I want you baby You know, In my world is where I I want you baby [Bridge: Jay Diem] A long walk Around the park after dark You cross my mind I cross my heart Wish I could say just what I want to you [Chorus: Bobbie Ricks] You know In my world is where I I want you baby [Verse 2: Jay Diem] Can I take you out? To that new spot that you crazy ‘bout Maybe hit the mall while the day is out And then a new flick when the shade is out You see I never had someone like you I think a couple words is the place to start The fear of rejection is so un new and its true only love can break your heart Immerse myself in your eyes with each line till Im lost in your light and my eyes go blind Granted we’ve known each other for some time it don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine So just glance in my direction It’s obvious that I’m sure It’s obvious your perfection And I can’t hide it no more from you [Chorus/Bridge: Bobbie Ricks]
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[Verse 1: Jay Diem] And you still so complacent Looking for love in the wrong places Afraid to show emotion and looking down at your laces like you so ashamed Fragile except when we touching faces After school afternoons just touching and touching bases on a daily basis See you had wanted relationship I had only wanted relations and leggings around my hips Now we so estranged My tendency to be distant, I’m sorry my last relationship ended over some distance I aint been the same Playing catch me if you can with women Ducking, running for cover as soon as I hear commitment I guess were just night and day and not what the other needed I even told her I loved her I doubt I’ll ever repeat it But [Bridge] I don’t need you to be alone I’ll be depressed on my own I don’t need you to be alone I’ll be depressed on my own And just as dawn goes down to day I burn another bridge I swear that nothing gold can stay [Verse 2: Jay Diem] And I’m still just complaining Saying I lack the communication Skills for somebody given the gift to make conversation Craving intimacy but I favor this isolation She got me off of my island its like Im back on vacation And my flight won’t ever Land here and it’s still late There’s voices inside my head, no room for a pretty face We won’t be what we used to be See its fine and I feel great And when I had 99 problems she made it like 98 So [Bridge]
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[Jom] I wanna dance but I aint got no rhythm I wanna dance but I aint got no rhythm Just blues And the holes in the soles of my shoes And my socks and my pockets [Terry] Come on my nigga stop it Pop this, take a toke and forget about it, then lock lips With a six pack, till you fall out of your rocker [Jom] Tell me what happens if you fall too hard Broken back, now daddys back to having to work too hard [Jay] Youre right, I never considered [Terry] What you got to consider? [Jom] Being like every other nigga [Terry] But you could get the cheese [Jom] And what is all that fame When your fam is so ashamed that they don’t look at you the same [Jay] Everybody shut the hell up my mind is nothing but violence And I pray that suicide ain’t the fee to pay to get silence Cause everybody’s got a plan When the confused one is me [All Three] Why does my head disagree Still stuck on this island Won’t listen to my conscience
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[Verse 1: Jay Diem] This for my juniors on JV Looking at the coach just thinking “If they would play me” The class of outcasts from children who just laugh They wanna call me a name? Okay Im calling em’ back Bastard Introverted cause I just wanted to hurt them The fire inside my belly was burning up to my sternum I wanna just light a match throw em all in the gasoline Just listen to how they scream My God I swear it’s serene I used to die in my dreams and wake up feeling pissed off So lanky and plus the lent in my pockets would get me pissed on Dirty apartments with roaches crawling the carpets I’m always playing the victim of fights that I didn’t start It’s a shame, mama was right, kids are cruel Cause cool kids at our school aren’t cool if you aren’t cool Taking twitpics out the back of a carpool Me and papa resorting to blows whenever we argue With all this going at home I just wanna be all alone But nobody ever listens, my difference put me at distance You don’t know why I put my whole life inside of this music You’d probably start yelling too if they all thought that you were stupid But you worked hard in that class ad it’s never appreciated Those kids just don’t like you either Oh well least you got a playlist of songs you can listen to When you feel like you wanna give just start bumping some of them tunes And youll find a reason to live [Verse 2: Jay Diem] This for my September Children Hated for who you love so put a rope to the ceiling Or poppin’ pain killers till the pills popped em’ Overdosing Either that or getting called faggot and your bones broken Thrown and choked by their own parents as if they provoked it Helpless cause they felt an emotion and so they tried to show it Stop worrying who other people choose to be That goes both ways but for now Im just speaking musically Drop your weed raps I still smoke so who am I to lie But papa used to tell me only idle men idolize So many idle minds Im still so different So many thoughts I got to keep inside cause they won’t listen Or play it in their systems let break up out of this Take the power from these little cowards Look whos down with this? Refuse to drown in this pool of conformity they found me in We’re not a mistake, were a majority Misfits you can count me in [Chorus] Label me, label me Dumb, nerd, faggot, too tall, too small, Hop on the band wagon and Label me, label me Dumb, nerd, faggot, too tall, too small, Hop on the band wagon and Label me, label me Every girl and every boy is a resident of the Island Of MisFit Toys

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Jay Diem presents his first LP, IOMFT (Island Of MIsFit Toys). A story about you.

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released July 2, 2014

Mixed & Mastered By: Sypreme

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Jay Diem Houston, Texas

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IOMFT Coming 7-1-2014

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