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BANKRUPTCY

by Malkovich Music

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1.
The Jerk 05:11
Took ’07 off… figured one year out of 28, what’s the loss? Had a long breakfast, called the boss It’s been swell, wish you well, our paths will cross Spent most of the year on the sauce Is Malk in his draws or not? Coin toss At that point it was more of a loincloth Unless I got company then I let the boys off Get some air, catch a breather Your owner is now a man of leisure I hit Belize and Costa Rica while you stayed home and ordered pizza Hit France, skipped the Mona Lisa… and ain’t need a visa either Peace to my green card lady, four years last February… now I stroll LA like El Jefe What you say we go to Mexico? I’m in D.F. off a bottle of Presidente by Wednesday Tanning up my new muscles… skinny punk, I work out one week and get plenty pumped I’m silly drunk… cats asking “do you feel sick yet?” “no, it’s still really fun.” And I’m nearly done with this one, so… it's on... check the song... the jerk lives on. 2008 was uhhh… kinda of a blur, my boy assured me it was absurd Grew my hair out, slicked back embracing my new incarnation as a used car salesman Worked on listening more in conversations… I’m up to sixty percent And I keep observations way past the bare minimum, where women invite me I’m there, sharing opinions Pretty stare, pretty hair, intelligent, and it’s so rare to get it in such a fine specimen as you I brush her hand so she understands electricity, now she sits with me She looked at the sun over the sea and said “life’s a vacation from eternity.” And like that, the uncertainty that used to worry me my whole life is now history I’m free. DON'T BE MAD CUZ WE'RE HAVING FUN... AND YOU'RE HAVING NONE. yall pissed at me? Now I’m the enemy? yall salty cuz I keep it all G? cuz I got no strings to hold me down and you’re Homey The Clown permanent frown cuz my fortune cookie said “see the world” and two days later I’m stroking the Equator Living in linen, lil drinks with umbrellas in ‘em and plump, tanned titties on television My religion? Whoever’s serving lunch so bring on the funny hats and prayer mats That’s a cute accent, Let’s hang some I’m in 301 playing Chuck Jackson albums Two rooms, a kitchen, shower, patio, two weeks for $80 plus AC? Crazy I’ll be working on my life story, so check for my memoirs and don’t pronounce the “r”s.
2.
Bankruptcy 02:03
cowboys on soy a plate of dogs**t and a bucket of Altoids one-armed pushup, all trapezoid my pet Pit ripped my right arm off... down boy! my insurance agent sounds annoyed. freak accidents that keep happening a new car a week and I keep crashing it ran into an ATM with free cash in it allow me to introduce my new E habit let's review each candidate I like Obama, he seems passionate I like McCain, he's a maverick but the f**king guy's tie's clashing with his suit jacket f**k that s**t. how do yall do my hobbies are towing cars and lawsuits this is my wife Velveeta my son Dasani, and my daughter Aquafina got a brother in the service, another in the circus Jules juggles better man, they got it backwards kids, meet your new daddy I'm filing bankruptcy and moving on my mama's balcony and if you think that's funny, check this I did a bank robbery with my tank on E and my man on E because it seems like nothing on the face that all my friends got big closet space you and your subpoenas can suck penis Malkovich, the 'I don't give a f**k' remix. America is David Hasselhoff wacking off with a hacking cough.
3.
Chamber music, fully suited tuxedoed down with sound, refined, straight from the mind block walker, shot caller, and cops got the drop on ya in the city with that hip-hop aura as the buildings crowd around you like co-conspirators 95 storeys high, we’re living a miracle we rushed the staircases, elevators to the top floor double-locked door so we waited, breath bated six hard kicks then it gave in on the rooftop with a boombox, yelling like we made it but we ain’t no closer to God, we’re just a lot closer to smog chasing a mirage some kind of façade that we feed firewood and this is for the lives I took 16-bar rhyme, fuck a hook Malkovich Man on the run like Afghanistan, back ‘em down man.
4.
Triumph, tragedy, trials, tribulations lives, legacies, lies, transformation rhyme, melody, style, elevation mind, memory, salvation in the pursuit of peace, prosperity, release, relief 360 degrees, complete I speak wonder, secrete thunder each and every one of you I seek to reach the beat wash over your ears like water on bleached beaches imagination runamuck, Pits off the leashes it's either get ripped to pieces from the inside out or let 'em loose, tell the truth, each and every time I step into the booth elegant elocution, excellent execution, heavenfelt sentiment revolution in development with deadly intent I take it to any extent, any expense continue our ascent in any event, crash scenes, leave barriers bent money on my joint's money well spent experience, experiment, don't fear this, no hesitance the present tense is what we're dealing with, and you're feeling it, true this is the innerview, this is what we came to do, what it takes to break through communist politics, whatever I got I split in half and make two did the math in advance, I know what I'm up against I fill my tank and give thanks for every buck I get guns bust, another brother wet, wasn't me yet, and that's about as lucky as lucky gets and we blessed but still stress the B.S., I guess everybody's problems manifest and yes, I don't profess to be any less messed up than the next one deaf, dumb and blind in the mind, sometimes I just get numb thought I had my foot in the door, turned out to be my thumb found myself in a war i thought was already won and everyone's in it with me, and yall in it too the enemy moves quickly, and leaves few clues no more time for blame or shame or games, complaints just ain't gon' get you nowhere no more heretofore the issue is you, the issue is you this is the innerview, this is what we came to do.
5.
I got numerous ladies in my new Mercedes this cocaine is okay but nothing crazy megabucks, the bank owner pays me he wears paisley, he thinks it’s stately more wax in my hair than you got in your crate and yall just figured out Tom Waits, you got raped Burnie Nowax, my a.k.a., which classics will I play today? driving gets real risky off whisky, looking all fishy, to court swiftly, still tipsy take us to Vegas, this looks real ritzy so how’d I get in the front door in grilled Dickies? this bouncer is a certified downer his girl is fly though, and I bet he leaves without her Malkovich signing off for tea and chowder no flour on my flounder.
6.
Get a grip, promoter with sweat on his lip, trying to talk shit like I can’t see a gang of peeps in the street paying ten bucks each like I can’t see the headliners backstage, choking on prawns and Dom Perignon like we ain’t drive from LA in a Hyundai, fucked around and went the wrong way on a one-way fucking with your dumb-ass state, now we got sheriffs calling in airlifts to get our asses out chicks passing out in the front row, and you blame us.. gee, Columbo maybe you should get your bodyguard on the job I think I see him in that dark corner messing with that girl fresh outta Pop Warner but no biggie, when this is all over we’ll sit down like some grown men and discuss payment I got two words for yall: break bread.
7.
Dope 01:50
Smash, cornucopia, mind, kaleidoscope man everything I write is dope pop wheelie, brainfreeze, say cheese, wave and smile c’mon, stay a while, drinks on me the beat is three gees, the mindfuck is free the evil doctor grins cunningly… or is that fiendishly? I seem to have misplaced my dictionary blank spots on a Rorschach test, I think in inkblots Mr. President, rap’s a pitstop to all you earthworms and germs who slept, you’re in debt get crushed like insect without breaking sweat the pace is breakneck, got a crowded shitlist traitors get served first, and all you fakes next you see the man hanging round town all chill so you shake the man’s hand cuz the man all real so you fucking fishface get smoke in your gills like you’re standing on legs, man, you’re standing on stilts you’re amongst monsters, some sleeping giants inhaling experience and breathing science but while we was earning stripes cats was peeping science soaking up crazy game and sneaking by us what can I say? I got a steep bias rhyme mechanic, here to grease you squeaky tires waking up in a bad dream, a scene of geek promoters, managers, and their geek clients now it’s ’05 and nerd rap’s all the rage, cuz one nerd signing checks means ten onstage put the mic down, go make some daisy chains this is high intensity, get snapped like celery a life of sin and rap’s the penalty it’s a life of pain and rap’s the remedy BLX, Halifax, get Xed from memory.
8.
OK, without a doubt, the man known to turn it out I go from Hammertime to Millertime from a long line of smalltimers that grind till we aught fire real shit, we selling low, buy up. get 'em hooked then bump the shit right up missed the call, was with babydoll, kinda tied up yin-yang off this rapping thing, one-man orchestra orchestrate the big bang, I'm on my shit man I crash a flow like Feds crashing through the window creep like thieves, tiptoeing slow black plimsoles like it's Gitmo, Guantanamo we wanna git mo' so we trot the globe Jack Kerouac, on the road for that pot of gold for a chance to advance I do the impossible Dr. No on tracks and it's like that millennium emcees, the empire strikes back.
9.
Hole in my throat, rock with two mics Malk man go with the flow, it's BLX too hype for you beaucou types this is a warning, scrawled in big red letters caution when caught in the blade propellers bounce to the sounds of the BLX click, bounce to the sounds of the next shit we at the exit before breakfast, you in line at the entrance, stuck off my first sentence word benching, hundred-ton arm-curl extensions I down a cup of that power up, out the cut in a buttoned-down tux on some now what hit the club with love, shared a bitter jug, did the jitterbug then I bit her in the jugs that's hilarious, word to Larry S., BassLine Xcursionists be the Cali-est
10.
I put flows on a banger like clothes on a hanger just a real live rapper throwing rhymes like linebackers I am the ringmaster of this extravaganza, louder than a Stratocaster so grab your cameras to catch the panorama widescreen, data travels at high speeds as light beams to scramble scanners hijacker, passengers chugging their Mylantas from Iran to Sri Lanke then back to Casablanca the plan to conquer land like Alexander brute force, what you thought, this ain’t sweet home Alabama I speak into alabaster and crack the plaster wail on a brunette, leave ‘em blonde as Daryl Hannah acrobatic antics, manic depressive sentences spreading like an epic epidemic embedded within your head I go from angry to happy, hostile to hospitable docile to difficult, honorable to despicable step and get Xed with not a drop of sweat wasted Concentrated Entertainment’s where we laid this and I ain’t obligated to say shit but I give it up MOL, Wize, Om, Crag, Black Silver produc this is our lifeblood, our personal Fight Club BLX and the rhymer Tyler Durden here to flex the next beat threats in this piece, so play peace, or get that ass wrecked.
11.
Sipping on a Coca-Cola, that’s when I scoped her my M.O., I mosey over and say hola my first thought, she’s on the payola till I saw your daughter in a stroller, eating Crayolas trying to fit a babyseat in a Corolla hold her over my shoulder, ignoring the odor she says you’re a software coder right? And tonight’s poker night poker night… an hour later, drinking rum with some shit in your casa, compliments on the plasma got hotness topless and now she’s tripping barely conscious, now she’s getting a conscience? already in a Y-shape, so why hate? going for the okey-doke I ain’t she starts to gyrate then vibrate at a high rate Jesus, I wish you could see this but you might get irate, might take it bad when I tear out her back and wear her like a hat ass like basketballs, and she work it like a casting call, almost woke your kid down the hall tried to leave but she wouldn’t let go of me I said “Chill, you don’t know me, you’re just lonely go back to your drunken husband. In the end sex means nothing. You know you love him” so ease up player, I did you a favor and you know it, that’s why you don’t trip so for now, rip up that pink slip just don’t never forget… I love your wife.
12.
Well it's the bruiser, bully on the block, track abuser put me off lock, point me at a crowd and watch me move 'em I flew in, superhuman, boosters in my shoes shooting off slugs the size of Cubans out mics cats scottching in car seats and peeling out, wheels screaming loud homeboys, we give 'em pound, fly girls we dick 'em down, man don't try to twist shit around, we been with it clown whipping through your town, drowning your surroundings in sound lounging behind enemy grounds dousing the spot in gasoline, flicking a match and bouncing my style is a cold mountain, an old house with owls in the attic and wolves in the yard howling I came up scrounging, kept my money in a brown tin pennies turned to hundreds, hundreds turned to thousands it's either live kneeling or die standing so I live crouching, waiting for my time to pounce introducing my crowning achievement, my joint takes you through the whole spectrum, we're oiling your joints lyric and business, this is the boiling point on some Luke Skywalker, I drink firewater and chase flying saucers get your mind altered, sly talker out the wine orchard, horrify straight ruck when I erupt, Molokai.
13.
Cuz when it gets drastic as this, nobody panics it’s all passing glances, flying through the atmosphere as shit happens slow-motion explosion, sociologists sit, trying to figure out gorilla politics inhale, doing well, alpha male, go the bird’s eye view, parasail shattered nails, picking up glass got my hands all bloody so now everyone I dap up is family show me love, my personality’s my salary, staying D double O running with the hustlebone and look how much I’ve grown from rolling shotgun, double-tone Datsuns smoke in the steering column, doing the slalom but I’ve never forgotten, the very last time I saw him Big Yusef told me “yall gonna be a problem.”
14.
Goons stand up, hands up, get amped up if your man's drunk, stand your man up if you're in handcuffs stand up come on yall, give it up for some damn nuts Malkovich shit, Los Angeles shit talking that and this but can't hang with this shit so simple, high-hats, cymbals and shining high in the sky, the GBLX symbol I dribble syllables, a serial skiller, top biller, Godzilla prime minister of this shit here, another hit for the too legit throw a fit, who you rollin with, this is it no fear, we're in control here, in this whole sphere, we got no fear whether rolling on 20s, or rolling on empty, just recognize some real emcees. Everyone say LA style (LA style) say LA style (LA style) say NY city (NY city) and all of the above we do it for the love, the shit fit like a glove.

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a five-song EP, the middle three songs a preview of Malkovich's upcoming albums The Palms Weekend, Flighty and Jim Kong Ill. comes with 14 unreleased and remix tracks.

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released March 16, 2009

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