WHAT'S IN THE BAG?

by Al Tamper

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TAMPERTRON / GARDEN MUSIC.

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released October 1, 2015

Written by Al Tamper
Produced and mixed by DJ Alo
Recorded at EYE2EYE Chicago
Album art by DJ Alo

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Al Tamper Chicago, Illinois

Al Tamper is a well rounded artist. Tamper followed his calling to hip hop as a young bboy with a knack for making sure his name was in as many nooks and crannies of the city as possible. Tamper made himself a resident loiterer at his local independent record label and music production studio.This introduced an influence of a plethora of great practitioners and stars of the DJ and emcee world. ... more

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Track Name: Crew's Better
Killing your feelings with skillings grilling the millions/ idiots really missing it, sonning them and their minions/ these silly kiddies plea the fifth with that lip they're flapping/ trust, we're checking chins because Telly said slap the shit out of them/ up in your crib like its been ours, I put my feet up/ right after your party where your crew just watched you get stuck up/ that shit was only practice we still call that up and coming/ all we do is show up, mother fuckers start running/ all we do is show up all you pussys start cumming/ that's us, we're deep as fuck, you vics ain't got not choice for dumming/ know your fucking history, chill our with all that silly clowning, get in line, grow up and notice whose fucking city you're in/ fighting the buffing and cuffing we pull your skirt up/ this squad ain't really running we casually fucking walk up/ if you ain't cool cool trust me, bitch you ain't crew/ fuck the rest seven times and the rest slob my two

Hook: my crew is better than yours we are the truest/ we've been doing this for eons, your crew is still new to this/ my crew is better than yours we stay illing/ if illing's a weapon we're taking credit for hella killing
(X2)

The name is Dr.Awkward my crew knows me as Tamper/ tough city kid been throwing a dirty pamper/ I drop a lot of jaws throw dingey niggas in hampers/ dirty scrapping crew leave y'all unhappy campers/ we're world wide sucker, you're never getting the chance to/ run up with with my people you're barely a fucking scamper/ burnt up like those trees we're burning over in Amster/ damn I'm sick is scensters and hipster trying to be gangster/ pull it with my squad your forcing us to make you/ vanish into thin air have you floating around Jamaica/ your crew's still punnany and we wet you/ can't bust a grape or a cherry I bet you/ burn one, ain't nothing like these dudes we burn some/ one blunt won't make it around the cypher dum dum/ world wide that means nowhere for you to run sucker/ we whoop you round the globe motherfucker

Hook: my crew is better than yours we are the truest/ we've been doing this for eons, your crew is still new to this/ my crew is better than yours we stay illing/ if illing's a weapon we're taking credit for hella killing/ my crew is dope, yours is just wack/ my crew is up front and yours just stands back/ your crew is shitty, shouldn't even take a stab/ just quit now and take that shit back to the lab
Track Name: The Call
Who really wants it? The fucker with shiny shoes?/ better look at my dirty ass shoes, I pay dues/ steady rocking the whole damned beat, I don't lose/ niggas doing the same ol' tune with no clues/ how the fuck do you ruin auto tune? You damned fools/ man it used to sound real damn cool, that's old news/ I got a habit of calling it how I see it/ some call me a sour being, could give a fuck if you feel it/ I gotta have it all killer no filler, either go ill or go iller than slapping a nigga so his mama fell it/ see I'm in it to ruin this fashion show/ I'll I see is bros calling out hoes then being hoes/ all I hear is "bad bitches, mad bitches, love my bitches"/ popping pills, drink this, drive this, "where my bitches?"/ when did it get this stupid? Imma show yall how to do this

I think I got it, yall are the dumbest kids around/ who couldn't comprehend a style so you just had to dumb it down/ so you just had to dumb it down cuz you found that you're just a clown/ who couldn't change up a sound so you're fucking putsing around/ radio personalities hate playing your shit/ and the only reason they play it they're getting paid for it/ these mutherfuckers thinking they're putting out heat/ when the first thing people say is how they "love the beat"/ to show and prove it you really just gotta do it/ ain't no half steppin just watch me kill it and bring a mess kit/ i put my foot in and push it right to the knee and shit/ properly kicking asses, you're blowing another gasket/ I had this style before I even touched a mic/ beat a beat like it was Tina and I guess that makes me Ike/ rocking this beat really stupid/ imma show yall how we do it
Track Name: Gun in the Mail
So I'ma run up in there swiftly and blasting quite casually/a surgeon with the tooly and blasting past casualties/ hazardous to targets, precise and mad accurate/ trigger finger focused my brain just won't wait/ it's like every time I get assigned the ammo never measure/ but it's actually how skill is matched, instincts act with pleasure/ this game is never fair in fact I know I got less rounds than them/ but then again I'm focused every point connects brain stem/ they got semi automatics, some frags and mad smoke/ I got double desert eagles, two clips, it's no joke/ I'ma let 'em kill a clip, aim then double tap/reset, repeat, relax, re-clap and that's a wrap/ I'm a fucking murderer and it's actually quite wack/ but I'll worry about it later must stay on track/ I'ma go confirm these kills then cop a fat sack/ second place for now that means I'll be back

HOOK: play the gaming, point and aim, tell em "run them credits! Do you really want more?"/ when you got your credits and there ain't no pause, what you really playing for?/ play the game, point and aim, tell 'em "run them credits! Y'all really want more?"/ when you got your credits and there ain't no pause what the fuck you playing for?

Week twenty-one is hectic my paranoia is setting/ I'm an itchy finger gunny set to get back to the getting/ I'm burning through this cheddar like green is the new green/ because I'm burning through opponents like killing's my main gene/ when I blink I think in patterns like life is pacman/ brainstorm a room to pieces and schedules, goddamn/ fiending to be me I'm rocking a monkey suit/ but the zapatos fit so well got me rocking the damn boots/ got me rocking a solo booth, got me rocking a fucking sword just in case I cannot shoot/ this shit could pop off, a gun in the damned mail/ my cauffin's wide open I'm holding the damned nail/ I'm sick of fucking waiting let's cap it out right now/ got a flat line fetish my favorite song is "pow!"/ second place is first loser, ready for the recital/ got a blam clip direction and gunning for that title

HOOK: play the gaming, point and aim, tell em "run them credits! Do you really want more?"/ when you got your credits and there ain't no pause, what you really playing for?/ play the game, point and aim, tell 'em "run them credits! Y'all really want more?"/ when you got your credits and there ain't no pause what the fuck you playing for?

This pretty lady left the area in a panic struggle/ she was just my style, just my luck/ stereotype everything, eyes this, hair that/ mean shoe game and her ass was perfect, fat/ it was just her glaring at me you know?/ I pulled the strap out I was just one rock in the hole, one cap/ my gun said "waist this broad and then fall back"/ I started falling back, faded backwards and actually fell back/ this bitch rushed your boy and produced a jammy from the thin air/ there was no one else around, I tried to blast her out of the thin air/ I grazed her cheek a little and didn't even fucking faze her/ landed on me all frantic and shit and tried to blast me by the dread locks in the air/ tussling with her/ I didn't want to hit this bitch so in fucking headbutt her/ just in time to hear this bitches trigger click/ she ain't have nothing left/ we laughed a little because her tool of choice didn't even pop/ she pulled another from her boot so I took a little off of the top...
Track Name: The First 48
I heard he's heavy hitting steady banking making bread/ I heard his heat is heavy perforated fuck a fed/ he keep a lama on him and a hammer in the stash/ an ounce of sticky icky and a heater in the dash/ he probably keeps a tech and vest cuz niggas on the creep/ his price is very hard to beat and all them others stay steep/ I also heard some niggas say they going for his chain hanger/ mounting up like S.W.A.T. and everybody's got a banger/ no one on the corner had the swagger like him/ but the corner said his time is up "will someone put and end to him?"/ the candidate stood next to him was like a spitting image/ he was brolic like a motherfucker gotta get his scrillage/ down to do the dealage and would treat it like a scrimmage/ do the deed, be down the street and back at home to eat his spinach/ he knew the targets where abouts and where he's going now/ followed up and executed dropped my man, his short, his 40 and his shorty (blaow!)

HOOK: This is the 1st 48...

I hear a year ago she had her home invaded crazy/ them niggas raided everything like candy from a baby/ she was your average single lady, paid, she wasn't lazy/ independent and fine I even tried to call her baby/ she wasn't from the ghetto and the cats who robbed her wasn't/ so she couldn't say "some black guys" cuz this fucking time it wasn't/ she wasn't privileged either she just never watch the news/ she knew that shit was missing she just didn't read the clues/ baby got a gat a year ago a year ago still haunts her/ she's looking for the tooly while the tooly holder stalks her/ sources say he entered early, cased the joint and just chilled/ he probably realized early that this chick he almost killed/ he's seen this chick before but then he left her on the floor/ she's seen this guy before but then she played dead on the floor/ baby girl ain't want a repeat so she went to grab the banger/ but it's gone he got it early, did the nasty, pulled her hammer (blaow!)

HOOK: this is the first 48...

I heard he's decorated, hella medals on his chest/ I heard he was a vet who stayed commuted like the rest/ they say he always finished first I guess he was the best/ and at the cop academy he aced on every fucking test/ four years on the force and now he's excellent for S.W.A.T./ figure "fuck it, while I'm here I might as well just take a shot"/ so he's educated, decorated, skilled with automatics/ so basically the G.O.A.T. is in special weapons and tactics/ on his down time he mostly kicks it with his daughter/ spends hella time with her and all of the shit he taught her/ she wanna be like daddy when she gets all big and strong/ wants her daddy right beside her on her first ride along/ she watched him clean his guns of course she knew he hid them/ she went to get her favorite and now she wants to surprise him/ she met him in the dining room wanting to play a game/ daddy's gon' play robber and that's when she took aim (like blaow!

HOOK: This is the first 48...
Track Name: Keep On
they cross the street when they see us pickin their feet up/ in need of some type of product their people cant see them pick up/ only my type of people can have it and have the habit/ to have it so you can grab it and now you just gotta have it/ depending on who youre asking the perpetrator is darkish/ got rocks and blows in the parkish some people saying hes thuggish/ and Jimmy said "when you get there just throw the dough in the garbage/ got greenst youve ever seen and them other niggas is rubbish"/ JImmy just called him nigga but really meant to say nigger/ excuses is he's got a black friend hmmm go figure/ back to the pharmaceutical pusher you think is suitable/ mollies, perkies and yayo, Quentin, the next cubicle/ really though I was posted here doing some people watching/ figured i'd be your urbanite, help you clear up your option/ played it real cool, showed me the dough and asked for two/ i should've played the stereotype brother and just robbed you

HOOK: so I gotta keep on moving/
aint nobody gonna move it for me so i gotta keep keep keep keep on/ i was born to rock, so i gotta just keep keep keep keep keep on moving/ aint nobody gonna move it for me so i gotta keep keep keep keep on/ i was born to rock, so i gotta just keep keep keep keep

There goes the neighborhood, really they've stopped and staring/ the heavens have opened up, blessed the corner with melanin/ better get ready what happens next is simply amazing/ they've formed a neighborhood watch but its mostly you that they're watching/ they cross the street when they see us just barely moving/ imagine what would happen if i actually started shooting/ im obviously starting riots, breaking in cars, looting/ supposed to be tap dancing, shucking, jiving and hooting/ (here they come) stand ground, movements got really little/ celly out in the open "see!? no pistol"/ so here's the best part they're trying to be "nice"/ "are you lost homeboy?", "you speak so well!" nice/ only chip in the cookie and holding my ice grill/ they brought up Lil' Jimmy his black-cent was ill/ we met the other day and he wanted to run away/ this time his alter ego aint have shit to say

HOOK: so I gotta keep on moving/
aint nobody gonna move it for me so i gotta keep keep keep keep on/ i was born to rock, so i gotta just keep keep keep keep keep on moving/ aint nobody gonna move it for me so i gotta keep keep keep keep on/ i was born to rock, so i gotta just keep keep keep keep
Track Name: Become Cool
So please tell me why these monkey motherfuckers spend a lifetime yapping about the dirt they did?/ how to cook it and sell it and where they're rolling and stole it and even telling where the fuck they hid/ and of course they was rolling in a four door old school Lac with the four-four strapped/ oh right he woke up in a new bugatti with the hotty ridding shotty with a shotty lapped/ spent a grip on some J's and a hat ("spent a grip on some J's and hat? c'mon man fuck that!")/ can't even take you serious wearing that ("are you really, really wearing that...you wearing that")/ these niggas is itching to keep it what they're calling real but really they make it easy for another nigga kill/ particular hobbies really need with the tuck and conseal, better hope that it's satirical/ niggaz bluff in a deal take a chill pill they be real with the steel/ no one gives a fuck if you will, the pigs and the gangs take aim in the Ill/ you basically just told on yourself "dude, you told on your motherfucking self"/no you snitched on your crew and yourself "on your whole damned crew and your motherfucking self"/ all up in the video displaying what you're toting telling everybody in the world it's murder that she wrote/ so you lied when you talk about them things that you wrote or you're dying just to show how you bang, on that note/ when did it become cool to be tricking and snitching on what you do? And when did it become to cool to dumb it down and act retarded? Because in don't remember.

HOOK: robots in the industry/ have no feeling of this misery/ it's a great ball of stress what's the rest that can follow/ have us all falling dead the streets

So apparently all the cool kids is talking about is getting dome, strip clubs and a pill with a cup that lean, promethazine, sell a brick to the fiends, pulling chrome, more niggas getting killed/ and it wouldn't be finished unless we talk about the grip on your feet and the rental you got sitting on the street then we watching you drinking while you making it rain up in the club throwing all your money to our feet/ when you run of dough then of course you was hitting the bar to cuff a freak take her back to a suite, give a fuck if she's strange she's about to bring a friend and some Hen and we're all up under a sheet/ so by your definition that means you're a ho, don't be tripping about your feelings for these bitches but you still defined yourself as a ho.../so you're telling me at the corner of American dream-dome get yourself a trap you'll be making some cream, son, teach your girl to cook it she be whipping them pies though, if everybody's trapping where're you making a million?/ imaginary millions finna hit up the club though, make some good investments, finna buy used some bottles, throw some dough at bitches like we winning the lotto, all you're really doing is paying some models/ this shit is killing me seriously if we're swimming did we all just lose our fucking goggles? They're paying people to tell them garbage is dope, these cats straight up lost their marbles/ when did not become cool to be useless and stupid in what you do? And when did it become cool to just straight up dumb shit down? Because in don't remember.

HOOK: robots in the industry/ have no feeling of this misery/ it's a great ball of stress what's the rest that can follow/ have us all falling dead the streets
Track Name: Point Across
Sharp tongue with a matching solar flair/ trying to wrestle like Rick Flair but couldn't couldn't match the damned hair/ communicate with any object looking like it'd care/ but then let's meet up with another condescending awkward glare/ whatever happens next is merely musical chairs/ so Jefferson strut to get a better view by the stairs/ got a twenty ton chip on the shoulder forget fair/ all you gotta do is fathom a spot and I'm in the air/ juice another lake from the rock it's all there/ raw in front of vegans to show them I got a pair/ promise when I'm in there to wrestle a damned bear/ didn't come equipped with knives or blades just Nair/ (yikes!) undisputed champ at truth or dare/ just meant that I would finish the beef if it was rare/ the told me slow and steady would win it over the hare/ but the hare was too busy picking out something to wear

"Get the flicks later, let's bounce!"

Queue the boom-bap bouts to make somebodies parents nervous/ wishing they was back in Miami getting that room service/ they figure what's the purpose? Is that the new catharsis/ just pick apart any movement that fuckin hits the surface/ I'm talking burning and cursing, shatter a tarsus/ adrenaline is on 10 I don't give a fuck who its versus/it's about to be a clinic, go fill your thermos/depending how you work it we won't be needing them nurse/ so for the art in don't wear my heart on my dermis/ and I don't sleep so no need to camp like I was earnest/ the heat is on like put a coat on and stand in the furnace/ come equipped with a whip and a chair like at the circus/ it's lions, tigers and Tampers these cats will never burn us/ ain't no pausing, no quarters and that's just brutal fairness/ in the time it took for naming a song "Niggas in Paris"/ I was on the hot trail of making hurricanes jealous

"What I win? Go. Let's go. Spin."

So I gotta bend a metronome to get a point across/ silly ogre betting wishes on a simple coin toss/ but it wasn't his shift blame it on the sauce/ trying to be a troll, fixed his hair up like he's Bob Ross/ heard it from the fairies "tis the season to be boss/ guess nobody told him that he gotta pay the cost/ caught a crazy case of jiggy the lemming was trying to floss/ but them orks made him anty and singing like Vandross/ fuck it in the system for burning the damn moss/ floating by the gods them eyes be on gloss/ now they call that "fly" like we upgrade from dos/ when really he was just running around playing lacrosse/ ha! now it's called "game" right, hoss?/ now we switch from wearing Africa to wearing a cross/ when we're out of coinage holding down them Levi Strauss/ hope you're holding down some credit or its just your loss

"Man, he overdosed on auto-tune."

There used to be this meaning behind your workmanship/ there had to be a working design before you sailed ship/ there had to be a plan and a goal before you took a trip/ had to be a strong enough nigga to finally grab the whip/ I'm saying everyone could win a fucking championship/ solo because you have to need a scholarship/ had to be the illest practicioner with the craftmanship/ show 'em you got the glow and they better go get a scrip/ and that's the problem now everybody's looking for sponsorship/ so they blow their currency playing like it's a poker chip/ all I witness now is the "making it rain fellowship"/ and if you make it flood more than me you can get this clip/ "cuz I'm gon blow my whole first advance up at the dealership/ and I'm gon spend the rest of these bands, buy another zip"/ so what we're witnessing now is a walking, talking cartoon strip/ the crowd will finally notice it's fake when the sample skips...
Track Name: Bring It Back
The people booed, the crowd was in a rage/ they're throwing everything they can lift up at the stage/ including what they used to support from what I gauged/ everybody and their momma was with it then turn the page/ management was perplexed and they canceled it same day/ they told the heads up stairs they would handle it right away/ formed a team of pros to start digging with no delay/ but they ain't have a fucking clue on what's popping on any day/ running out of time and the money slipping away/ which is really unfortunate because management under pay/ the plans they used before would already over stay/ but time is money honey the question is who are they?/ could it be the ones who took over baseball in '45?/ that thing that made it outta South Bronx is still alive?/ if I spell it out for you you wouldn't know how to act/ you gon hit the panic button when I tell em "bring it back!"

HOOK: when the people burn it down who else gon be around/ who gon really be around when it's time to come and arrest me?/ when this world burns down whole be around?/ who gon be around when they come serve and protect me?

With the focus concentrated on another human killed/ by the parasitic sentinels our government fullfilled/ we uncover some wounds some people actually thought had healed/ the blissful people thought it was coming from left field/ so yeah he had a rap sheet and pocket knife concealed/ but he seen them boys in the hood and fucking pealed/ when brothers get confronted it equals a nigga dead/ these cops have absolutely lost it and thing they're Judge Dredd/ who the fuck you serving and who the hell you protecting/ bet they wouldn't even come if I called s'why I'm defecting/ yes people started a riot they're hella fed up/ if this happens anywhere on the globe the people stand up/ but in this country this is the perfect time for a cover up/ let's justify more violence and killing, yeah that's what's up/ the nation concentrated on the Paquiao - Mayweather/ so we all can be misguided and stupid together

HOOK: when the people burn it down who else gon be around/ who gon really be around when it's time to come and arrest me?/ when this world burns down who'll be around?/ who gon be around when they come serve and protect me?