Executive Realness: The Extended Play Suite

by I.K.P.

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Revisits, Reprises and Remasters. Original Album was released 11 November 2013 and is available on iTunes, SoundCloud, Spotify, Google Play, Amazon and other digital music outlets.

***Bonus Music Video for "Checkmate" (featuring Kaoz) Included with Purchase.***

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released January 20, 2015

Executive Producer: Kenny "I.K.P." Alvarez
Mixing: Ivan Corpening for Engine Room Audio, NYC
Mastering: Dan Millice for Engine Room Audio, NYC
All Songs written by Kenny "I.K.P."Alvarez except Track 3, with contribution from Roy "Booder" Harris

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I.K.P. New York, New York

Born in East New York, BK...raised in Norfolk, VA. Veteran of the U.S. Marines. College Graduate with a Bachelor's in Music Business from Full Sail University. Single from upcoming album Ignoring the Known Protocol features the OutMusic Award-Nominated single "Let It B. Known". ... more

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Track Name: Executive Realness (Single Version)
I:
If I was to be a father
I would learn from Kenny Rogers
Reach for the whiskey, bypass the Henny bottles
A gambler, running away from Morgana
That new chancellor
Trynna take a chance on my stamina
Beam me up to the 80s, my login is Kenny Loggins
Straight to the Danger Zone
Dammit mane, I'm home
KC is for Keyshia Cole, Is Kenneth Cole related?
How come my connection to him is never debated (huh?)
I'm just a hope carrying proletariat
In a world of have-nots it's overbearing
The notion of failing I won't bare with it
I don't care with it
I'm so fearless
My Uncle Swanny says....
("Fuck you cowards and the naysayers!")
Maydayyyyy!
You falling off and you ain't got no prayer
And the real niggaz know to keep the hustle-hustle
ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle
ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle
ALIVE!

Hook:
They stay killing Kenny
But he come back ALWAYS
Certified, Executive
Realness ALL DAY
Why lie?
The extreme divide of the
Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

II:
Evidently you can never check me
Unless you're setting records like you're Kenny Chesney
And I fight for everything, even my sanity
You be surrounding me with lies and insanity

Why the fuck must I explain what it means to be Black and poor?
Ad nauseum you've heard the story tracked before
I won't elaborate on Blackness in America
Rather get the dynamite
Collapse every barrier
(Boom!)

I'm advocating for myself
That's how I move through the public assistance system in stealth
What makes you look at me like I want to commit a crime?
No tats, no piercings, and I never did a line

Don't play with me, you coke heads just sniffing (flour!)
you should be afraid of what I'm doing next, I'm a stalwart
Not one those bastards robbin Baskin Robbins
Where my validation for not being part of the problem?

Hook:
They stay killing Kenny
But he come back ALWAYS
Certified, Executive
Realness ALL DAY
Why lie?
The extreme divide of the
Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

I need candy on my cigar
Zoning out to Kenny G
Might play the sitar
But focused on that getty green
You walk around with herpes and don't even fuckin know it
But you worried where my dick is going like you want a dosage
You gotta comment but you'd rather be blogging it
Face hidden, name changed, you assholes anonymous
How you part lips in a cinch?
Ass out, jeans labeled Abercrombie and (Bitch!)

Lemme call Kanye
Oh I mean Kenny West
He could fill me in on the real, send me plenty texts

All these young boys looking for Daddy to feed em
To get by they turn trick
Exposure indecent

Falling in these traps ain't the business
But it's a surplus of hoes underselling their stock, what's the difference?
Real niggaz know to keep the hustle-hustle
ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle
ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle
ALIVE!

Hook:
They stay killing Kenny
But he come back ALWAYS
Certified, Executive
Realness ALL DAY
Why lie?
The extreme divide of the
Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Track Name: Super-Trippy
Why they ain't fuckin wit me
Cuz they ain't ready

Hook
I ain't I ain't sticking with these
I ain't I ain't sticking with these
I ain't I ain't sticking with these parasites and bottom feeders
I get trippy when I'm bizzaay
Busy when I'm trip trip
Busy when I'm trippy
B-busy when I'm trippy

1:
I dive
Into the bottomless underground
Got five
Think I wanna smoke another pound
To bail
Nagging responsibilities
That fail
To get riches to riches in my vicinity
But still
Can't none of this shit imprison me
Oh you feel
I'm inhibited by iniquities
But yet
You whore throughout these industries
You spent
Diseased by the time you're 53
Before it get repetitive
Take a chance
Don't be scared of the cards and the way the hand
Plays; keep the Ace in case the man
Betrays with a Spade you can sway the champ
While you doing the most, I play like I got nothing to lose
Cuz its actually true
The real shit needs no fuckin excuse

Hook
I ain't I ain't sticking with these
I ain't I ain't sticking with these
I ain't I ain't sticking with these parasites and bottom feeders
I get trippy when I'm bizzaay
Busy when I'm trip trip
Busy when I'm trippy
B-busy when I'm trippy

2:
Uhhh!
I swear
Cleanliness is Godliness
No fears being surrounded by sodomists
I'm in a hostel, bathrooms are unattractive business
If it's ever clean, Goddammit it must be sacrilegious
If you test my testicular fortitude
At best, get shot in the eye; a sordid view
I suppose you talk the game taught to you
So disposed to lies most affordable
Here's the irony
Cuz all day niggas got doe for the opiates
And the dope is laced
with nothing but caffeine and ritalin
Molly don't know your face
Good pussy only come to those that wait
Keep playing you'll be limp by 48
And apparently you don't know lotion
So ashy you should exfoliate

Hook
I ain't I ain't sticking with these
I ain't I ain't sticking with these
I ain't I ain't sticking with these parasites and bottom feeders
I get trippy when I'm bizzaay
Busy when I'm trip trip
Busy when I'm trippy
B-busy when I'm trippy

3:
If you can't stand the heat
Stay out the kitchen
Unless you're a peon, made of freon
I can't call it but I'm predisposed
By my sun sign Aries
I guess the fire keeps me on
Blood stream pyro
Heartbeat neon
That's why when you consider death you should think of me beyond
Any other beyond
Shadow of a doubt
Cuz I'm only showing you the light before you see dawn
Extended metaphors for yo ass
How I overcame the pain of the past?
It's called frequent masturbation
A day without it and I can only think if your ass waiting
Cuz my urges never latent
But if I settled for a whore then I'm complacent
Neither of us would let each other go
I must be hell bent against letting you escape to God's graces

Hook
Hook
I ain't I ain't sticking with these
I ain't I ain't sticking with these
I ain't I ain't sticking with these parasites and bottom feeders
I get trippy when I'm bizzaay
Busy when I'm trip trip
Busy when I'm trippy
B-busy when I'm trippy

Out
I ain't sticking with these
I ain't sticking
I ain't I ain't
I ain't sticking with these
parasites... bottom feeders

They ain't ready
They ain't
They ain't
They ain't
They ain't
They ain't
Re-re-re-re
Re-re-re-re readaaayyyyy!
Track Name: No Mention (Reprise)
Intro:
I’ma have to lick…
I’ma have to lick…
I’ma have to lick…
Lick 2, lick 2, lick 2

Verse 1: I.K.P.
Yall dont wanna gimme my props??
but the, skill. so. real. Nigga!
Yet fags go HAM at the hands
Of a diva that never gave a damn! (Damn)

Yall dont wanna gimme my props??
but the, skill. so. real. Nigga!
Boy wanna talk about passion
but a bitch only here for the fashion

Yall dont wanna gimme my props??
but the, skill. so. real. nigga!
yet these, freak rappers get a (pass)
cuz they show a little (ass)
disposable acts

yall dont wanna gimme my props??
but the, skill. so. real. nigga!
Yall ain’t gotta put me on a list neither
I set the bar then buy it,
pour me a Gina… I live!

Hook:
Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION!

Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get…

Verse 2: Booder
First off, swear to God wish a nigga would
Same time, I don’t really think a nigga should
Everybody wanna say how they be from the streets
Just because a nigga hood it don’t mean he good
It take more that, help ya team reach goals like quarterbacks
If it ain’t heartfelt it’s a boring track
Don’t take too much to slaughter cats
When in all your raps, you wanna talk about all the gats a lotta times you don’t even have
Start fallin back with all of that
Cuz I ain’t gotta try and can beat ya ass
I know I’m speaking fast and I’m an ether bag
But let me break it down
Ain’t nobody ever safe and sound
When B double O said he made a vow to take the crown
About to rape the game, you niggas all fucked
Without stating names cuz you all suck
Yall ducks still thinking it’s ya time to shine when truth is time’s all up
And lemme ever hear my name pop up in a rap, you fuck around and get cracked like a walnut (CRACK!)
Get ya flow in tact first you backwards
Matter of fact I ain’t gotta call bluff, nigga, No Mention!
I.K.P.: Yes God!

Hook:
Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION!

Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION!

Verse 3: I.K.P.
Don’t you know my astuteness is proven
The cynics and the critics been clueless, opinions inconclusive
Wonder what happens when I make em take the “L” out in public
The gift is a fist full of pubics
And for good measure here’s a bit of lube
A lot rides on my stock to give what the jocks like
That’s rocking during their “cock” fights
Laughing and passing gas sniffing nitrous oxide
I wonder if I made a song named after the lamest trending celebrity, would the shit spread?
Across the universe to every shithead
with an internet connection, would it infect
Or go viral to grip the search engine optimization trolls that get pegged
As the next great hype with the most nasal flows
Basic punchlines; What a way to go!
It’s cool; I don’t need to be on nobody radar
“Gaydar” or otherwise, I’m on a face card!
King, nigga; ace in back pocket!
Sitting on gems and golden eggs in a cockpit
I don’t be concentrating on the constipated cons constantly exonerated
I’m conscious of my confidence
I don’t need no cosigns, confidants or concubines
I’m kinda of a connoisseur on a conquest in contrast to the common denominators claiming they conquer
I’m spotting contradictions urging me to conk em out with a conch
Till they lay on the concourse
I no longer can condone the conduct causing consternation
The product of my contemplation wonders which constellations concur these consecrations
Are you content with the strength of your content?
Cuz I contest the best in the contest
Hold em in contempt for foul play in this context
Contaminating the stage with weak concepts
Not a head-turner; ain’t got the square jaw
Or the model body type showing my bare balls
Or the light-skinned nigga with perfect teeth, tatted up, straight hair, making em stare long
But most you jokers are slow and you coked up with no bucks
Hold up cuz the flow NUTS!
BITCH NIGGA!!! Get on my level you broke cunt!
I own up, hope you find that long stroke, overdose to a coma
Now you in a vegetable state, you seem weak
Get you steamed that’s how you appease me
You lack the greatness, you’d rather infatuate
I have to lace the raps to make you salivate
Bitches living for the thickness; so grasp the weight and have a taste till it blast ya face
That’s the way I activate
You gravitate when I captivate the cast and take the captain’s place
Should I run a lap in this rat race?
Cohabiting with half-ass rappers going half the pace
Ass backwards, bypass the classic hate from ratchet asses half the pastors raped
Slapped with a jockstrap, wrapped in masking type
You don’t have a way to evacuate so let’s re-evaluate
Hmmm… what did you do to exacerbate?
Naturally you agitate
Being a plastic fake and a classless flake
You at the bottom of a placid lake
Just pass the plate and be happy you wasn’t decapitated or castrated

Break down & Bridge: I.K.P. (Dylan Michael)
Yes God!
I’ma have to lick 2 shots (YUP!)

Yes God!
I’ma have to lick 2 shots (YUP!)

Yes God!
I’ma have to lick 2 shots (IKP!)

Yes God!
I’ma have to lick 2 shots (Yeah)

I’ma eat a little nigga up (for breakfast)
Put you in a stat of shock (It’s electric!)
Take away the anesthetic till ya (breathless)
I get AGGRESSIVE, no question!

(Why ya sitting there worried bout the next bitch
Getting mad cuz ya name ain’t on the guestlist
Looking stupid when you’re feeling so pretentious
Just accept it, No Mention)

Final Hook:
Oh you the next bitch
Beggin for attention
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION! (I LIVE!)

Oh you the next bitch (I LIVE!)
Beggin for attention (I LIVE!)
Come for the Prez leave headless and you get
NO MENTION!
Track Name: Believe In Living Large (B.I.L.L. Remix)
Chorus
I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well

I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well

I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well

Cuz I believe in
Living Large
And I believe in
Letting Loose!

1:
I don't own an aviary homie
So I never cared for a bird that pigeonholes me
I am Lyte as a rock
STILL CAN'T HOLD ME
Cuz I got gigawatt knowledge IN MY HOLDINGS
Who the hell you supposed to be with corroded gold teeth?
Better just mosey
If you see me zoning
Ah Ah Ah
I never dwell in the throes of broke dreams
And I
Won't approach no goal with no scheme
Mostly, I unload the flow to blow steam
If you know me
You know I like Cheddar with roast beef
I'm too busy being a Veteran
Collecting benefits to let a delicate minion interfere with grown folks steez
Booby Trap! Drums!

Chorus
I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well

I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well

I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well

Cuz I believe in
Living Large
And I believe in
Letting Loose!

2:
Gotta be in it to win it
I'm on it like a hornet
When I get it, you got it
Get it got it the gone!
Cynically distressed
Chronically homeless
Clinically depressed
Serotonin zoning
I lack hosts to digest lactose
And I might be mad close to a mack that lacks hope
Coughing phlegm cuz I had a McFlurry
Stoned, rock bottom but absent of worry
My tennis shoes unclean
My funds fuel my dreams
Dingy 6-by-9s how I slumber in the New York scenes
Monthly checks blown the first week to keep it all alive
Subsidized rent and EBT get me by
If I don't fuck witcha
Don't make me go for the jugular
You have no function at my junction
With lyrics limp as erectile dysfunction
No further discussion, done!
Booby trap!

Chorus
I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well

I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well

I don't wanna live life paying bills
I need greenback bills
I wanna rock like Bill as well

Cuz I believe in
Living Large
And I believe in
Letting Loose!

Vocal stutter breakdown

Out
I could be the only queer rapper with a conscience
Cuz I own it
I wear it with a badge of honor
Why?
Cuz I own it
YEAH!
Cuz I own it
YEAH!
Cuz I own it
And it don't phase me
Why?
Cuz I own it
Track Name: Meraki (Pronounced MAY-RAH-KEE) - Main Version
Intro:
Yeah
You can judge me all you want
But if I was to ever lucky enough to have a child
I’d love em enough
To tell em everything
And this is where I would start

1:
Back in the days, before iPads actually
I was trynna be the fierce one, spittin in ya Eardrum
Cuz Kweli did it, spittin nimble and gifted
With the likes of Norah Jones and UGK, simply sufficient
Reticent in a solemn night in my first digs, Jacksonville NC
Nurturing my verses behind a large oak desk
Collecting Soundclick beats with the latest HP
Still I stay cheap
Refusing to buy a bed; a bachelor pad for real
My sister on a foldout couch whenever she would visit
I’m on a futon mattress, ignoring the insistence to build the futon
Rather get my crew on
Trey-Deuce-Deuce
Producing a EP with a few songs
Cheap mic, cheap software, fist full of dreams
Wet behind the ears with no kinda fears

Hook
I do it for the soul
One of the few ways that I feel whole
The creativity
Is vivid wisdom for my liberty
Sometimes the love, I don’t feel it
But I’m too invested to give you up so easily
Real Shit!
Ah – I feel like something else got me…

Breakdown:
[Quentin Sound]
La-La-La La-La…

[I.K.P.]
Meraki, come over here to Papi

[Quentin Sound]
La-La-La La-La…
La-La-La La-La…

[I.K.P.]
What!
Sometimes I get crazy baby girl you gotta watch me

[Quentin Sound]
La-La-La La-La…

2:
Trynna be the fierce one spittin in ya eardrum
With the lifestyle I live, you couldn’t compare none
Luring other Marines to take pictures in their underwear
Claiming I was a photographer and nothing weird
Was going on
A lonely kid with money to blow
After a failed relationship, and they ain’t even know
Got that House In Virginia, stayed essentially celibate
Wasn’t selling a bit, but I was buying for the hell of it
I used to ride thru
Wilmington, Fayetteville, Raleigh, Charlotte
Blowing wind in the face of caution
Trynna be cordial through online dating
They would just talk my ear off; I was patient
Meanwhile, scoping my neighbor on the low
Saturdays, shirtless, waxing his black Monte Carlo
Swapping glimpses, timid, I wouldn’t draw close
Peeking through venetian blinds, refinancing my car loan

Hook
I do it for the soul
One of the few ways that I feel whole
The creativity
Is vivid wisdom for my liberty
Sometimes the love, I don’t feel it
But I’m too invested to give you up so easily
Real Shit!
Ah – I feel like something else got me…

Breakdown:
[Quentin Adams]
La-La-La La-La…

[I.K.P.]
Meraki, come over here to Papi

[Quentin Adams]
La-La-La La-La…
La-La-La La-La…

[I.K.P.]
What What!
Sometimes I get crazy lil man you gotta watch me

[Quentin Adams]
La-La-La La-La…

Bridge
To my unborn child
When he asks me how
How I made it
How I made it
Keepin it real, keepin it real (Yeah, Yeah, yeah)

3:
More positivity, less bullshit
More brimstones thrown for less truth from the pulpit
I was trynna be the fierce one, spittin in ya eardrum
Kweli and T.I. in my veins, I fear none
Especially when I heard Kwe “Give Em Hell”
Religion getting skittish when in reference to my existence
And this is how I conceived my artistic mission
And this is how I perceived my personal discipline
Turning out the females at open mics
Alongside Gemynii Evolving as she stole the nights
Only my fervency turn curses into blessings
Only my urgency turn near-death to new life
Viral meningitis couldn’t divert my messages
And a doomed bus trip in Honduras didn’t make me lose sight
Eardrum, bumpin in my Chrysler
Metaphysical vibes heighten to enlightenment
Flowing the nicest through fiber optic bandwidth
And more testicular fortitude than you can manage

Hook Outro:
I do it for the soul
One of the few ways that I feel whole
The creativity
Is vivid wisdom for my liberty
Sometimes the love, I don’t feel it
But I’m too invested to give you up so easily
Real Shit!
Ah – I feel like something else got me…

[Quentin Sound]
La-La-La La-La…
Something else got me…
Something else got me…

La-La-La La-La…
Track Name: When I Sip (Holy Spirits)
You know how I do..
Libations
Oww

Hook
I need that brown (Owww!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits
Chuuuuch!
I need that clear (Clear!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits

Refrain
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good when I'm misunderstood

1:
If you throw stones out of a glass house
You might amass lacerations all in your bad mouth
From chards of glass ricocheting
You spitting game that'll slit your brain crisp and plain
The shit's insane
Better quit complaining unless ya live in a derelict tenement that's crumbling to the sediments
There isn't a sentiment settling
Giving way to any kind of sympathy for negative energy
Just a master of ceremony
Trying to get his Masters faster on the fly
So I could pacify the flaccid mass of guys
Only satisfied with acting bastardized
Imagine if my dreams we're actualized
My natural eye be the one with the battle cry
Perhaps gratified that I could look back at life
Classified as a Black defying tragic lies
Of Uncle Tom stereotypes that belie
Making it difficult for some to practice pride
Shoulda been an ancient dragonfly
Breathing fire on slave-owning forefathers, patricide

Hook
I need that brown (Owww!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits
Chuuuuch!
I need that clear (Clear!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits

Refrain
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good when I'm misunderstood

2:
I'm at the risk
Of attacking unattractive masculine characters with an asterisk
Throw em like ninja stars
In defense of contingents posing like demigods
Must be time to get out the small pond
If its lonely at the top and there's nothing but all pawns
If it's free enterprise why ain't freedom as free?
Exhorbitant extortion, unbelievable fees
When they discovered I wasn't bluffing
They tried to stuff a muzzle on me to muffle my nuggets buzzing
But if it wasn't for none of my rugged plugs
You would b stuck suffering thru insufferable crud
Coming frim these bums strutting duds
Everyone knows you're a bust
A thug in Uggs
Showing so much love you starting fucking the crew
At the W
But there was nothing in it for you
I get it in on simpletons and sinners
Offending beginners
I don't need Guinness to bring the business
Dawg, you're barking up the wrong tree, get back un your kennel
Before the Chinese slip you into the menu

Hook
I need that brown (Owww!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits
Chuuuuch!
I need that clear (Clear!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits

Refrain
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good when I'm misunderstood

3:
Fiery knowledge
Incendiary to the brain
No expletives, I'm more profane than you proclaim
And you sound weak, you don't know pain
Let me enlighten you;
Pour the propane
On your scalp
Ignite a massive massacre
To make it sizzle like the afterburn of an unnatural perm
When it's not apt to curse, I'm taciturn
You're left for dead like I was a passive nurse
I've grown weary of weird theatrics
Steered by your myriad of geriatrics
The pickings are slim; stick to the script
Most of you boys are decoys devoid of poise
I'm impervious to flirts
When I observe perverted politicians refer to each other as perverts
Turn em into nervous wrecks
Whenever I thwart my third leg
When they notice the girth, shirts shed
So they thirst and twerk in absurd ways
These self-serving politicians get gassed
When I rip ass
Trying to deep throat for my vote

Hook
I need that brown (Owww!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits
Chuuuuch!
I need that clear (Clear!)
When I sip I tap into the spirits
When I sip I tap into the spirits
The holy holy spirits

Refrain
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good bloody good
BLOODY GOOD!
And it feels bloody good when I'm misunderstood