Adventures of Beer N Black

Lets be honest this song is stupid silly awesome and it doesn’t really even have a hook. This is the way we start our album Random Tandem and it keeps going and going and going and … check it out.

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Lyrics

JRock

HOOK
This is the Random Tandem
It’s the Random Tandem
It’s the Random Tandem, we so random
This is the Random Tandem
It’s the Random Tandem
It’s the Random Tandem, we so random

JRock
I’m back man, that bad man – Batman
Throwin super man in the trash can, god damn
Mind flipping out like a pissed mattress
No ass to kiss, you kiss ass, dismissed
Feverish when spit I get acid lips
Demanding the demeaning, never mind the meaning
I’m meeting for the freedom-fighting freakin chicas on weekends
I’m giving senoritas the orange face cause they some cheetas
I mean cheetos, I’m free to lay Fritos.

This song was actually a tribute to a clothing line made by one of our friends. It’s pretty dope you should check it out: DWEEB Lifestyle.

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JRock

Delightful insightful, intelligence is what we got
Mind on money, mixin methods up in the melting pots
We make it hot, clothing line that’ll melt the spot
Clever no matter the weather, what you fellas not
Embedded with betterment, we better men
Never settle for settlements, always in my element, I’m the top 10
Never shakin, I’m soda poppin
Got that 16 that’ll make you stop, drop, and your top spin
Your girl’s red and got no signs of stopping
Birds flockin, finger lickin chickens got me cockin
Playing dames like Nintendo, walkin like 6’4

Greeeeeddddyyyyyy.

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Tweeter
Hand me downs with holes in em, busted ride with windows broke
House trashed, filthy dishes, whole thing wreaks of smoke
Saw them rich ass, bitchass snitch asses kissin ass
Picked up my lyrical pick axe, took names, kicked ass
I’M JUST A CRACKER FROM THE STATE OF LOVERS!
The son of a Virginia southern brotha you futhamuckas discovered
You say you thug cuz you ducking slugs but you know you wasn’t
You ain’t hussling nothing, you ride around on buses, a dime a dozen
And I’m authentic, ya’ll apprentice, check my ego, all it mentions
Y’alls amigos all against me, call me menace

Pulling an old Classic out of the vault. Who doesn’t love to get a little Wibbly Wobbly.

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Hook
I got my drink in my hand, My words are getting slurry
I can barely stand, My visions getting blurry
Im walkin wibbly wobbly, I walkin wibbly wobbly
Im walkin wibbly wobbly, I walkin wibbly wobbly

JRock
Im walkin wibbly wobbly can’t you see me
I stay in the bottom of bottles like I’m dreamin of genie
I asked Jack do you want your flask back
Having flashbacks of takin shots … targets
The hardest, go ahead and jump, the bar’s set
I mean the bar scene, it’s mean … I’m clean Lysterine
I need a drink or three, are you listening
I’m pissed … your miffed, I just mean I’m peeing
Your sightseeing and I am a sight to be seen

A certified classic from the Random Tandem album. Gotta love “The Way Home”.

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Intro
This song right here’s an adventure
Uh uh uh uh
This song right here’s an adventure
Uh uh uh uh
Tweeter and Jrock on a
Jrock and Tweeter on a
We goin on an adventure

Tweeter
I got this photograph on the dashboard
Of a girl that I left behind
But I ain’t goin back, I got this passport
To a world that let’s me fly fly fly fly
Wherever I go, whatever I do
Whoever I are, whatever I become when I grow up
Whatever I become, I know you’ll love it

Little Remix love to the Old Classic Bittersweet Symphony

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Hook
So let’s fly, get up out this atmosphere
We can go beyond the line called the horizon, get up outta here
We can wake up and just live our lives without a care
Long as we…together
To a world never seen before
It’s hard to stay when something tells you that you need to go
Which direction I don’t really ever need to know
Long as we…together

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How do you feel? Good? Really Good? Mighty Good? Well you should. As for me? I feel … Allliiivvveeee

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Hook
I wrote this letter to the gods, licked the stamp, signed delivered
Put my hands together, prayed I’d live a life worth living and I
Feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive
See me on my deathbed, people gonna cry tears
Yellin my name to the heavens, Legendary find, but for now I
Feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive, I feel alive

Tweeter
This aint just some jam where I’m braggin about myself
Having a ball, wagging my tail like some dog taggin along
I’m half an aderol in
Whod’a guessed it, newest method to my madness,
Kick the sadness in the rectum, lemme put it all into spectrum

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This is always a favorite on performance day. UP DOWN UP DOWN!

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Hook
Ain’t no pen behind my ear, got no paper on my lap
Ain‘t no dance to go along, this was made for you to scrap
It’s erotic, it’s symbolic of the hotness, it’s a rap
I’m just trying to get my people going up, down, up, down
Up, down, up down, get yo asses up, down
Up, down, up down, get yo asses up, down
Up, down, up down, get yo asses up, down
Up, down, up down, get yo asses up, down

Tweeter
No I do not have a lighter, I’m that cat to carry matches
You an egg that never hatches like a child without no birth
I’m the type to bury hatchets and I barely scratched the surface
Always flirting with disaster and to make these matters worse
I’m persistent, so simplistic, misfit, might be a little bit hick, just risk it
Cracker, triscuits, baddest homies kick it, grab my trophy, kiss it
And the beat? Gladly owned it, ripped it, cherished moments
Barely known but damn I’m growing, flow is dirty, fuck my critics
I’m the cream of the crop, scream at the top of yo lungs
Hits – Dream of dropping one bang harder than fiends popping they guns
To the club, got my pockets stocked with lots of ones
Mackings in my blood bystander, I’m my father’s son’s papa’s son
Who better than us, no sentimental fuss, just gentlemen husslas
Go a little mental, brain needs a rental, meant to send you adrenaline rush
Til my face goes red and my lungs give out, only one thing I’m about
Make sure yo hands up in the sky and your feet get up off the ground

Hook

JRock
Come on face it .. you faceless erased like a racist
Stick to the basics, going slow like you stuck in the matrix -
Wait til the base hits – Boy
Blow your mind like a base hit
Make you feel like a little kid just got your first base hit
Out of this world … first space ship
Cut up the scene … first aid kit
Gettin to the point like a pin or a thumb tack
Got the crowd going up and down like a jump jack
Car gotta flat – dead battery, jump that
New Beer N Black guaranteed you need to bump that
You confused? A cop eating bacon
Or a Jamaican saying Asa Lama Lakum
No question who’s the best on the beat
So hot that I fuckin sweat in my sleep
Mad cause your weak – stuck in the middle
I stay on the top Nate Riddle
Secret – I’ll tell you later
Crowd moving like an elevator
While your games stuck next to death on a respirator
See im a man you’re a chimp
Evolution, a balloon, I’m a blimp
Deep like oceans – slick like lotion
Your girl feels me like emotions
Take my potion – Hocus pocus
Steal my style then move like motions
UP DOWN – now we’re going
Get that spirit Holy Ghosting
You sit back, bragging, boastin
I’m at bar, cheersing, toasting
Up Down – Cause commotion
Feel that Sound, UP DOWWN

Hook

Both
Inhale, exhale, inhale, catch my breath
Inhale, exhale, inhale, catch my breath
Inhale, exhale, inhale, caught my breath
Inhale, exhale,

Tweeter
Always outta breath like I’m runnin from the popo
watch me puff smoke, pass like a love note
When it comes to ass I’m oh so cutthroat
Skintone white but the flow is cocoa
Cukoo, loco, little bit showboat
Get the critics and I hit em with a lowblow
Oat your oples and bononos

JRock
All you fruits in ties and suits and turtlenecks got you in chokeholds
Energy – like L M N O P
Enemy wanna be a friend of me
Drunk Dreeve, the way I swerve on a beat
So hot make sun wear sun screen
Why talk – know that I can spit y’all
When it comes time – put it down like a sick dog
Run things like rickshaw … sure what chick saw .. cause I puzzle … jigsaw
Abracadabra the beast is unleashed, lookin for sheets, beats, freaks, and raw meat
Be all I be you, know that’s all me — cut many ways just like Swiss Army
Got a little spice just like picante – know what I face, my race is on me
Pace beyond beat – grace like santi – saints say thanks – Holy Ghost must got me

Hook

This is the weird video we got the old geezer voice from. People put the weirdest stuff online.

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Hook
Just a couple of whippersnappers
And a couple of knuckleheads
In a couple of years with a couple of beers
Thinking bout the things we used to do
Just a couple of whippersnappers
And a couple of knuckleheads
In a couple of years with a couple of beers
Thinking bout the things we used to do

Tweeter
Growing up as a little white boy with the blond hair, blue eyes
Every night I prayed to God on my knees, please Jesus, find me tonight
I can hear my momma cryin, too drunk for that lullabyin
She’s a whatchmacallit, alcoholic fallin down a flight of stairs lyin
Passed out on her back with the TV loud and radio bumpin
Mumbling something troubling me, I’m a knucklehead, I don’t know nothin nothin
Grew up as a whippersnapper, get after them thicker asses
Never passed the grass, I smoked it all cuz I hit it faster
I was on a roll and outta control on the honor roll with a minor cold
That I mighta stole from the bowl I smoked with a guy I know know know know
Never saw no limits, thinking I was all that
I would get them digits from them chickenheads and never call back, the mack
Get a thick pack of zigzags, smoke a big sack with a six pack
Mix match with a sip of Jack, tipsy in the Winn Dixie, Thick ass, kitty kat let me hit that
I’m a gambling man with a plan and a handful of band fans
Though I can’t dance, I can stand to chance what ya man can’t,
Runnin rampant with a headlamp campin
Gotta light my way – it’s dark, it’s dark, it’s dark, it’s dark as night
You can use the tip of this blunt if you spark it right
Just a little rascal masked with this baffling task
Of drinkin straight outta the bottle or takin drafts in a glass

Hook

JRock
Went from a whipper snapper to the sickest rapper these bitches after
The captain with dapper but hold on let me bring back for ya
Began as a kid, never minding my biz, not home just gone
It’s like the streets is where I lived
Not gangin or nothing — just laughin at other kids
No matter how hard they tried they would never ever be this
The cleverest kid w/ grades to match his fade
No bumps could match his face, No trunks could match his base
Hung out with every race but never felt outta place
Always kept the circle close united like we the states
Even until this day remembering Windsor Place
Chillin out on the block with Eddy, Al, and Jose
Playin a little ball, try stopping my fadeaway
It was all black and white but now it’s seemin a shade of gray
Memory seems fade … TIME keep slippin away
Barely remember those days cause of Captain, Jack, and Jose
Even back in those days I was a mack in most ways
In and out of houses had girls slippin in and outta they blouses
Sneakin in pools, clothing was optional
Played a lot of doctor but never saw the hospital
Chillin with my dudes, drink brews, run from a cop or two
Dream about the days when the impossible was possible
Nowadays it seems the illogical was logical

Hook

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Tweeter
A fistful of bills covered in blood, thug doesn’t know
where they came from, fuck it, puff the smoke
Tote the guns, drugs and blow, music bumpin something slow
Ducking slugs, bullet holes, brothers in a comatose
This is the life that he’s chose, it ain’t fun to most,
One main squeeze, maybe bout 120 ho’s
Doctor says you clean this time but you cut it close
Back to the streets he rolls, stealing right from under noses
Maybe rob a couple stores, get some rum and dough
Two down, one to go, splits it with a couple bros
Misfits in a troubled world, gangsta life is all they know
Marijuana’s all they grow, average death, 24
Hoping that somebody brings they flow onto the scene
And blows the mic away and finds a way to make a lotta green
So he can pay for all his entourage to buy a lotta dreams
Is there anybody out there who is different, man I wanna know

HOOK
You a copy of a copy, name one good thing about you
You ain’t nothing special man, shoulda left you where they found you
Can the world please deliver to this game something different
Ya’ll are clones, all the same, I just came, call me Pilgrim
You a copy of a copy, name one good thing about you
You ain’t nothing special man, shoulda left you where they found you
Can the world please deliver to this game something different
Ya’ll are clones, all the same, I just came, call me Pilgrim

JRock
100 Jay Zs, a million Raekwons, not one new thing
everybody is hear to drop bombs
Who want’s to be king? Henry go head and try your hat on
Now all that’s left is your body, no head brains just brawn
Forget a rapper, I’m trying to be like Ghengis Kahn
Drive like a locomotive and a Buddah like focus – notice
Lyrics derived from my spirit, ghost whispers you hear it
Dark, demented you fear it, thoughts electric like “Clear it!”
One thing you’ve got correct is … this here is all a game
Roll the dice, buy your life, exchanged for the dough and fame
It’s crazy think – privacy extinct – trying to be a beast
now you’re locked in a cage, can’t even breathe
You wanted it now you got it –stuck, plant’s been potted
Your claim to fame is rotting brains, that’s Britney Toxic
first – your biggest day is when you get radio play but
ya sounding all the same, What’s your name? What’s his face

HOOK

JRock
Surprise – it’s time to smoke the fire’s arrived – Bye ya gon’ die
Not quite Christ-like but may be a diet young god
Don’t shoot til you see the whites of their eyes – Vikings in ties
Incite riots, call me Leonitis … I kick – buh bye
Went from slick to sick – Rick to Vick – bark to bit
Part Jrock, part Bro Kid … all the shit
Give you 50 cent you can call it quits
Dial 911 and watch no one come …(huh) abstinence

Tweeter
You silly virgin bastards, you ain’t learned to master
What I’m after, half the time I’m plastered
Laugh and point at asses like a cactus
Drafted in the last round, casted as the class clown
Background, scratching my sack, kick it like hacky-sacks,
It’s the return of the macky-mac, dickslappin paddywack
Always headed in the wrong direction like I lack a map
Banging like a running back, find the hole, attack the gap
Eyes popping out like a rabbit in a magic hat

Hook