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released November 4, 2018

Written and Performed by: Joe Ruiz, aka Rhymer/Educator
Instrumental Produced By: King Corn Beatzz
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered By: Sam Henderson of RecordingWithSam at Always Be Genius Recording Studios in Crown Point, IN

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Track Name: Who Am I?
(Chorus)

Who am I (I)? You be listening to all your favorite rappers, do I even qualify (fy)? Am I a staple when you listen or that hit that you be skippin’ in your ride (ride)?

(Verse One)

I want to see who you on, I’m a say something so wrong, I’m a make waves, I’m a be Frank, in your ocean like Blonde, but I’m a be paid, life is a gamble but I’m here to play, you steady amble but I move at a quicker pace, my music is laced (yeah). Why do I doubt myself? Make music about myself.Then fake a bravado like no one can touch me, like who am I kidding? I’m clutching this mic as I go. Trying to control,
Life in a lyric and hopefully someone’ll show. See, I’m vulnerable. Me, that’s who I want you to know. But rap has an expectation. Unwritten but just as blatant. They want that a fantasy’s sold. I just want to make music about what I’m facing. Our stories are never the same, why take a page from them artists? I’m more than the money I make and the beverage I drink. I am a light in the darkness.

(Chorus)

Who am I (I)? You be listening to all your favorite rappers, do I even qualify (fy)? Am I a staple when you listen or that hit that you be skippin’ in your ride (ride)?


(Verse Two)

I wanna know where I stand, what are my limits again, tell me so I can take aim at that ceiling and go for the win. That Rhymer/Educator he be conquering boy. Is it that selfish that I want to be your favorite? My preface is emphasis to my ascension, I’m destined for Pegasus legend. If I got a friend to left to phone, their answers are already known, I'm never alone, my city puts down for me, don't need your validation. But tell me you like it, tell me you like me anyway, yeah tell me just like that. You want to hear me when your radio play. You're liking the words that I use, maybe you like I’m a teacher. No VMA, but I’m TMJ, cuz I grind so hard my teeth hurt. That’s work - rigorous, bright as the sun and you’re Icarus. You fly like a bee, I’m apivorous. Defy gravity, guess I’m limitless. With all of these accolades, you’d think my salary is largest, but I’m more than the money I make and the beverage I drink. I am a light in the darkness.

(Chorus)

Who am I (I)? You be listening to all your favorite rappers, do I even qualify (fy)? Am I a staple when you listen or that hit that you be skippin’ in your ride (ride)?
Track Name: Sick Day
(Verse One)

Woke up in a rush today, sun light add a sense of the urgency, when I heard her say rather hushedly, that she earnestly wish that I could stay (whoa-oh!), checked the time on my phone, grown, wish I had schedule I could own, but I'm torn by the conflict, leave her alone, it's The Clash now should I stay or should I go? Oh no! This decision, decision, every second with it is a second I'm missing, if I just had permission, I’d be in bliss with the prettiest, bitty, city ever witnessed, (whoa-oh!), already running late, trapped by the man on this manic Monday, my defeated instinct vs. a will to be be paid, and she rightly displayed, better take a sick day (whoa, oh!)

(Chorus)

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-no
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm feeling ill baby (2x)

(Verse Two)

Taxis on the street outside, hustle of the feet, people stay on the grind, everybody got somewhere to be, but I bought me some time, I could watch TV, sip a wine, she divine intervened, in her mind I'm a friend, in my mind I'm a fiend, no sick, all pretend, but I trick, on the mend, lunatic, till I go back in, I have thrown three sheets to the wind (whoa/oh!), it's so precious, so precious, feeling this free, just dodging the trenches, and I'll be dealing with tomorrow when it comes, but she cooks me some breakfast and hums till it's done (whoa-oh!), c’est la vie, laissez faire, magnifique, all my French done come out when she's here, so forget consequence, while I choose, to live life, sans a care, better than living life chez despair (so-so)

(Bridge)
Think I need to stay home
Think I need to stay home today (4x)