1: Lyricks] Major impact Y.O.X. moving I made your head crack We all over the place My new name is now "when'd you get back?" JL don't stand for John Lee It's short for Jet Lag Bag weigh 'bout 60 pounds Old clothes, man I left that Fuck an uber Mark in a Buick back where we left at Grab a couple drinks in Flushing then rush down to LeFrak I don't care when the next at As long as they take care of the team With couple green bottles some weed and the check fat Underground king, money coming in like I'm Bun B You're doing your thing when you see 4 seasons in one week You know you on a streak when the rest weak But you keep killing Shot a video last week in the streets of East Village Scold youngin', he ain't lowered the blunt as the cops passed The "I don't give a fuck" mental' will only get you caught fast You have be on point especially when you rock the YOX mask Represent that next level shit, you must have forgot that I'm the moment they finally show you the monster's face You're not gonna want to miss this This is neither the time or the place for convincing This is win-win's Reinventing the methods we been did Been this since Clicking ink in the Kid Pix and getting my shit kicked For sticking middle fingers up at the big kids Fuck a lesson I wasn't meant to be nothing but upper level Everything thing uppin' the level of thinking ever since "Seven Rings" Never predicted Surviving in any conditions An ox can roam around and keep going for any distance So YOX can go on tour and then tour again in a blink And make an album in the winter then tour again 'til its Christmas This is what you wanted right? That 9-5 sound And you astounded Cuz now you found some guys who finally done it right We got a name that you'll be hearing a lot Now welcome to the decade of the Year Of The Ox Yo People gonna talk, I don't care so I let em carry on We bout to be in the air, me and J are carrying a carry on Drinking a perrier reclinin' the chair and we already off Why's your hand in the air? Cause I need a beer and a Evian Your attitude gets shifted when your altitude gets lifted They ain't mad at you cause you're gifted They just mad they haven't did shit It's a different kind of high while they shoutin' lines as you kick it And its a different type of fly when You know your rhymes bought the ticket STAY FLYING International demand for the YOX Landed in Canada still got Hawaiian sand in my socks Still got 'em standing in shock Still can't manage to walk A still picture couldn't capture just how bananas it got About as nutty as Buddy Love from the Nutty Professor was Without a fuck to give about the damage it brought And without a fuck to give about what anyone knows Things are going where we said it would go IT'S Y O X

Today as well I've done nothing worthy of note The day just went by like the one before Oh but tomorrow I'll have a stroke of genius Maybe I'll write a song and sing it in the right key Oh yeah tomorrow I'll have a stroke of genius What if today I just stay in bed instead? What will become of me? Will it ever be the way I imagined? Will I ever gonna find the wonder that I seek? Is it ever gonna be as I imagined years ago? And another year went by of getting nothing done And a few new gray hair came out, stronger than the other ones (Of course) Oh well tomorrow I'll have a stroke of genius (Of course) Oh it's more likely I'll just have a stroke instead! What ever happened to me? How come things turned out like this? Will I ever gonna see the glass full to the brim? Or is it always gonna be just like today? What will become of me? Will it ever be the way I imagined? Will I ever gonna find the wonder in my head? Will it ever be the way I imagined years ago? Will I ever gonna find the wonder that I seek? Will I ever be the way I imagined?

I'm sick and tired Of the rhetoric of success I'm bored to death By warriors and lions I can't stand anymore "Artists" of any kind I can't stand anyone Who's got it all worked out Sometimes I don't agree with anything And when I argue I don't know where I stand Sometimes I feel like I'm part of the whole Others I don't belong to any place at all Sometimes I feel like I'm falling in love Others I don't belong to anyone at all I'm not motivated By the gurus of the body And I'm not inspired By the gurus of the spirit I get so frustrated By the baits of the media I get so frustrated By the game of politics Some people say "life's a chessgame" I couldn't care less 'cause I've quit seeking for a formula No longer long for a meaning and No longer long for an answer when I know I won't amount to anything I must not to fear complexity I must not to fear semplicity I must not to fear to be useless I must not to fear to fail again and again

I'm such a party pooper Always looking for the downside But I think it's growing dark and It doesn't look like it's getting better And Unicorns are not so special They're just horses with a horn If anything they are more dangerous And probably self-important I know I'm such a wet blanket Yeah I was born in the day of the quarrel And maybe I'm getting old too But I swear that's how I've always been And Marmaids are not so charming either They probably smell of fish I mean, they have a fishtail! And sex would be disgusting too Oh what is the matter with me? What it is that makes me such a drag? Well I'm trying to understand Yeah to get to the crux of the matter Logic is dying By the hands of Feeling And truth is threatened by Bombastic speeches Oh Oh and they could go on and on They can go on and on Here is the church and Here is the steeple We sure are snob for Two clueless people The world as it is Is indeciphrable I can't help but try To get to the bottom of things

People come and go And they like to make complaints They all have little quirks That make you smile or drive you mad Watching The Godfather together Once upon a time in the west Reading the TV guide together Once upon a time in America All things in orderly fashion And a napkin just for your moustache Entering the first gear three times in a row The funny way you say that word You said "Come anytime We're always here back home" Watching the Goodfellas together Once upon time in the west Let's see what's on the telly This wednesday You flew over the cookoo's nest They say I'm the man of the family now It doesn't make much sense to me Why is it everybody needs to scream now? Is every family like this? People come and go And forget to call before They all have little quirks And they drive you mad

Here they come White as milk Here they come With jeans and boots Walking goofy Testing the waters We just arrived How does it work? And 24 hours later You see them entering the hall Standing tall In flip flops and sarongs Sunburns Sand between their toes They get a table And start attackin' the buffet (Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaararirara) But something is wrong The room is too small The pool is too crowdy The food not good at all The service is alright You're nice and polite But we won't come back again And you should remove a star (Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta) And we, the waiters Bartenders and cooks Time-trial smokers Inveterate runners Angry and weary Longing for the shift to end Fighting our own assumption that The customer is always wrong Fuck you, lady! No, I didn't actually said that! But sometimes I'd really like to yell And I count to ten instead And for once I'd like to spend a quiet Summer away from work Yeah for once I'd like to spend a summer Where maybe I get served instead (Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Tattarariraraaarariraratta Woh) And then the season ends The colleagues say goodbye I'll see you again offhand I hope it's better next time

All the best seats are taken But if we hurry up Maybe we find one that's not too crappy Or else We stay in the back It's not bad We can do all sorts of stuff without being seen I don't like myself But I don't wanna be somebody else I guess I'll proceed To disappoint again But don't worry, baby Guitars are gonna come back It is a matter of time They always come back And don't worry, darling 'Cause rock'n'roll is not dead Maybe its taking a nap but It is alive and well At the subway They all looked like extras A minute before my breakdown I stopped and looked at a cute girl Oh yeah The things we most fear Are seldom as terrible as we expect them to be I don't like myself And I don't wanna be somebody else I guess I'll just wait For something to happen by chance But don't worry, baby Guitars are gonna come back It is a matter of time They always come back And don't worry, darling Punk-Rock is not dead And yes, most of them are posers But what can you do? But don't worry, baby Guitars are gonna come back Over and over Long after we're gone