Educate, Evolve, Engage
by Dallas Waldo
-
Digital Album
Immediate download of 9-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Buy Now $4 CAD or more
1. |
Starin' at the Lake
01:48
|
|||
|
| ||||
2. |
||||
|
| ||||
3. |
Croppin'
03:02
|
|||
|
| ||||
4. |
Walk, Talk & Produce It
04:14
|
|||
|
| ||||
5. |
Free Your Mind
02:10
|
|||
|
| ||||
6. |
Impure Thoughts
02:08
|
|||
|
| ||||
7. |
So Far
03:42
|
|||
|
| ||||
8. |
Up (Remastered)
04:22
|
|||
|
| ||||
9. |
My House ft. Ariel
04:19
|
|||
about
Dedicated to my Family, my Friends and my Town, Educate Evolve Engage is an album that reps my roots to the fullest. The title reflects what I believe to be the ideal 3-step process for growth and revolution in any field and is largely inspired by my experiences abroad in my recent years. Apart from being written by me, the beats are also self-produced aside from a little help from Teddy KGB. Thus it is a pure reflection of my passion, and I believe it is my best work yet. No one is immediately proficient at anything. You must first Educate yourself in order to fully understand your craft, and Evolve your tactics and strategy. Once evolution fully occurs, you are now ready Engage trials and tribulations head-on in real world situations. Educate, Evolve, Engage, in that order. Good luck.
Dallas Waldo
Dallas Waldo
credits
released 12 September 2012
Lyrics: Dallas Waldo
Production: Dallas Waldo & Teddy KGB
Recording: Odd Angle Studios
Mixing and Mastering: Dallas Waldo & Teddy KGB
Artwork: Tha Derelicts
Lyrics: Dallas Waldo
Production: Dallas Waldo & Teddy KGB
Recording: Odd Angle Studios
Mixing and Mastering: Dallas Waldo & Teddy KGB
Artwork: Tha Derelicts
tags
license
all rights reserved
feeds
feeds for about
Dallas Waldo is an independent Canadian MC currently based out of Taipei, Taiwan. The ecstatic vibes of a Dallas Waldo performance are uncanny. His notoriety has landed him on the undercard of such distinguished acts as Moka Only, Masia One, and Canibus to name a few. Also a vicious combatant in KOTD hip-hop duels, he has squared off against the likes of Lokust, Bigg Ceaser, and Lucianno Crakk. ... more
discography
-
Sep 2012 -
Mar 2012
contact / help
For help with downloads, click here.
For all other inquiries, click here.
- Track Name: Starin' at the Lake
-
(Intro)
Umm... hello.. How are y'all doing tonight?
Man I dunno - I dunno what to say
Just try to think of this shit as I go...
(Verse)
I wanna be the jack of all trades, slack off and get paid - yeah
Picture that and then riddle me this,
I was a young cat, just starin' at the lake
Write my little raps and compare 'em to the greats
Unaware it was my fate to be sharing my state -
of mind. In time, I built my profile
Walked a thousand miles just kickin' freestyles
Brought life to my land like the Delta Nile
Still every now and then I still felt denial
Haters with a grudge try to melt my smile,
But nah I ain't budge it just helped my style
Gave me more to write about, less numbers to dial
When I go back home and do the local shows,
All the locals know, I'm bout to blow fuh sho
I gotta golden flow, Coca-Cola yo
I was the opening act, but I stole the show
And if it wasn't for my girl I woulda stole your hoe
And I ain't even got high roller dough
Just a whole lotta flows and a bowl of dro
And balls big enough to kiss a cobra's nose
Plus I like a little dirt on my shoulders bro,
It reminds me where I came from, and to always aim up
Stay tough, and don't ever spit the same stuff
I remain in character, even when director's say cut
(Outro Gibberish) - Track Name: Straight From That Small Town
-
(Intro Hook)
We playin' hockey on frozen lakes, and just about anyone can loan you skates, hey!
I'm straight from that Small Town ~
I come from the sticks and I hung with the stones, we cultivatin' and blazin' dro, whoa
I'm straight from that Small Town ~
(Verse 1)
Long weekends at the cabin, bottle cracking, reefer wrapping,
Laughing, joke cracking, straight good time havin'
Photo snapping, booty tapping, sippin flaming Absinthe
Dope slingin', rope swingin', step into my labyrinth
Of up north camping, snowboard ramping,
ATVs and Dirt bikes, ha, no public transit
And yes I understand, that some of y'all ain't a fan
But this is how we do, and this is who I am!
(Chorus)
I said it ain't about - where you comin' from
I said it's all about - where you headin' to
I said it ain't about - where you comin' from
I said it's all about - where you headin' to
(Bridge)
See the fact is, I'm living
You the same, I'm different
Got that inner city swag, but I'm countryside
You mass produced, I'm customized
I'm Fresh~ Yeah right out the spring
You drizzle out the faucet of a rusty sink
What's up with that? WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?
I'm living life, you suck at that!
(Hook 2)
What up y'all know it's Waldo, if you didn't know well you know now, hey!
I'm straight from that Small Town ~
Now, before you get fresh, I don't own a tractor, but I ain't gonna front like i never been in one, HEY!
cause I'm straight from that Small Town ~
(Verse 2)
It was booze on the beach, shrooms in the woods,
Went through a little beef, but it ain't that hood
Got 1 or 2 malls, but they ain't that good
And a couple NHLers but it ain't that, look
See out here you can taste the breeze
We got stars to gaze and a lake to cruise
So you can fish, any day you please
And jaywalk all you want, and have a soccer field on your lawn
And every Friday 13th we get our drinking hats on
Me I tilt the fitted, but it's tuques all winter
CANADIAN - you know what I'm aboot
blazing in my igloo and tobogganing off your roof, FOOL!
(Chorus)
I said it ain't about - where you comin' from
I said it's all about - where you headin' to
I said it ain't about - where you comin' from
I said it's all about - where you headin' to - Track Name: Croppin'
-
Yeah I awoke with a stretch and a yawn
Completely unaware of the events in this song
It was a Friday, another day in the Folk
I went to wake and bake, but all I saved was a roach
I grabbed the lid to my grinder as I hit it on my binder
As a bittersweet reminder I should be taking it slow
Cause I been blazing this dro too many days in a row,
I mean I still feel healthy but I'm wasting my dough
But with the homegrowns budding it's 100 an O
and I know - shoulda grown my own it's straight profit
But even if you germinate and fertilize certain ways
Without a perfect place, these kids come Croppin'!
(Car horn honks)
But oh yeah - it was my boy B
He came to scoop me in the Mitsubushi, pre-rolled the doobie So we
Head to school eyes redder than a poinsettia
Didn't even see the cherry burn a whole through my sweater
But whatever, I was chillin in this early autumn weather
With eyes, ears and my nose open
Rollin' past the corn fields the locals grow dope in
No jokin', what the old timers yield so potent (sour diesel!)
Cultivating mad piff in bat shit,
Protected by the bear traps, even if you pass it
Barb wire on a stock if a sucka try to snatch it
You just gotta match wits, hold up -
(Phone call)
What up, Waldo? It's your boy Z
I just caught a fool slippin' you won't believe what he told me
The position of his ops, he got about 10 P's
I guarantee this cat, losin' leaves like dead trees
Hung up the phone, B asked I didn't tip him off
I knew the kid would talk, or wanna split the pot
Say what you want, it's not just the greed in me
It's the time of year where you gotta move in secrecy
Plus I wanna keep the peace, cause some farmers keep the piece
Ready for the real thieves down to pull the B&E's
Think about it, they ain't callin the cops
They catch us croppin the pot, they'll put us all in a box
Or maybe not, But whatever I was 16 and wild
- man, I simply didn't give a shit
After school rendezvoused with my syndicate
At the front door as normal they were kickin' it
Went to see Z, he had a smoke in his fingertips, flickin' it
Briefed me on the cats we'd be ripping with
A couple dudes, we had brews in the past
They were cool but the driver had crutches and a cast
And one cat - a no-namer navigator
The traitor of his pack, he would take us to the grass
Just to get richer, here's why friends get bitter
Shit the navigator even bought the hedge clippers
To cut the stems quicker but we waited for dark
Talkin mushroom trips burning J's in the park
But now it's time to go, gotta roll, we all playin a part
No one but the cripple stays in the car, GO!
(Croppin' scene)
Bundled up the haze and bolted in a frenzy
With the 10 Ps maybe less but whatever its free
And at least 1 pound for me, we hit the jackpot
He got his pot jacked - mission complete. - Track Name: Walk, Talk & Produce It
-
(Verse 1)
I'll outsteeze these cats if I'm on mad grass
Or I'm looking through the bottom of a Cognac glass
Give these goons my knowledge, they'll be Conrad Black
Give me on take, I'll be on that track
See I spit hot fire to big shot rhymers
They ask who I am, say I'm doing my thing
I tell 'em Waldo y'all and
~I Walk Talk & Produce it~ Yeah!
A second year student makin' music on the side
But I proved that I'm fluent I can do it any time
A small town spitter but I roam like an iPhone
Spread it on the web, now I'm heard across time zones
Street, smart, everything in between
I got steeze, got heart, no bling in my teeth
Chop trees til dark then hit up the scene
One mic, limelight, I'm livin a dream
(Verse 2)
Homie, I ain't new to this, it don't matter who you pick
Cause no I ain't a Judas but I put 'em on a crucifix
Gut 'em like a tuna fish, I'm taking out you foolish kids
Exposing 'em like nudists, and bootin 'em like hooligans
Thinking 'bout my youth, and the days I would do this shit
Too much to lose nowadays gotta move legit,
Never was a stupid kid, but I'm still paying for alotta stupid shit
Thank god for this music gift
~Waldo Y-y'all!~
Yeah that's the name if you're just tuning in
A one man show walk, talking and producing it
I make my own bars I don't care if it's lucrative
So fuck all the cats in the back not approving it
I'm proving to the world, you ain't gotta be a fugitive
I'm fused to the hip with this hip hop shit, I won't split
You messing with the mind of lunatic
(Verse 3)
When I listen to rap I just listen for flow
Cause once these rappers go gold they don't spit from the soul
they forgot the whole point is they're trying to relate
I'm a broke ass student I got loans to be paid
While they sittin on the screen just waving their chains
Glazing the game, got us praising the fame
Paving the way for increased ignorance
Upsizing ecological footprints in a society
where it's infants are raised by nonsense,
television sets, left behind in the distance
We stay high - old folks pass and don't say hi
Well listen grand pappy, I know you might slap me
But times are changing, man we already there
Millionaires covered in tattoos with dreads in their hair
They look at us like we goin ruin the nation
Which one of us provoked financial damnation?
We are down for peace, down for tolerance
Down for integration but not assimilation
So what if we high on a little Californication
We are history's creation, the roots of yesterday
And the seeds of tomorrow, now we're history making
Now that right there deserves a fucking celebration
Drop me a text or Facebook the destination,
Man what can I say? Cellphone generation! - Track Name: Free Your Mind
-
(Chorus)
All around the world now,
Holler if you hear me
Tell me if you catch my vibe
Thumpin' on your earpiece
Pushin' on the boundaries
I just wanna free your mind
See I just live life and say those rhymes
Cause on the flip side we got economies crippling
And it don't take inflation that long to be tripling
Every country's gotta ghetto that's poverty stricken
Where they ought to be living to be lottery winning
The fathers be missing, no apology given
And he ain't ever coming back - Now that ain't right
Fucked up like my brain on a Friday night, yeah
(Chorus)
I guess if I was G I'd be living the dream
I guess if I was scarred from the jail instead of paid for the bail
Maybe if I screamed "Fuck the world"
Instead of trying to travel it and take a whirl
Then maybe they'd believe me when I rap like
I paid for this track when i was filling up your crack pipe
But you know that's all, but you know that's all
But you know that's all crazy right?
(Chorus)
我想问你这一个问题
你觉得为什么你可以唱说
我比你聪明，你听得懂吗？
我说中文可这儿不是中国！
Translation yo, I just wanna ask you one thing
What makes you think you can (w)rap like a dumpling
I'm brighter than you, can't you understand
I rhyme in Chinese but this ain't China!
(Chorus) - Track Name: Impure Thoughts
-
I can tell by the pain that you feelin in your shoes
That you ain't dressed that fly for you, nah
Pain is pleasure but pleasure from who?
She got the skirt pulled down so you can see the tattoo
Creepin up her waist, stimulatin' imagination
when it's all up in your face huh?
Well, peep? yes I do, because they tryna reveal
But I don't think her tits or her diamonds real
But all bullshit aside now it's time to be real
I got sneaky fingers that your liable to feel
Liable to squeal when we finally peel
But first we gotta get like as high as your heels
She winces in disgust from the lime and tequil
As she asks for a second set of training wheels
It's the same ordeal, but you can tell by her buttery recovery -
It's how she came to feel
Hangin' with the suckers in the bleachers
She should know these weak suckers can't play the field
She's a vixen, with a sexual addiction
She'll fuck you, even though she knows your fiction
And so fucking what if her mom's a Christian
It's the 21st century forget religion!
We all know she ain't waiting til her status is marital
She likes it from the back while she's gettin' her hair pulled
Don't mind being used, she don't want it to last
And a couple ice cubes is all I got in my glass
So let's split - ha bitch split the cab
Cause I'm broke as a motherfucker skipped the tab
All I know is right now I'ma grip that ass,
Split that ass, and then rip that ass
Wake up in the morning and forget the past
Ha - way to true girl if only your dad knew! - Track Name: So Far
-
Now you won't reach perfection but practise makes proficiency
But everybody's so cocky in this industry
Sipping that promethazine you won't be as sick as me
There's gaps in your speech like this cat's missing teeth
Freshen up your words little homie, here's some listerine
I'm here to tidy up the game, yeah, call me Mr. Clean
You ain't spittin' nothing real, all that talk is bigotry
Man it's a shame what they do to get a little cream
But I don't give 'em sympathy, I put 'em in a guilliotine
You wanna wear a costume? Quit rap, trick-or-treat
I used to watch from the sidelines til my inner me, told me to intervene
Now I'm rolling with the winning team, constantly switching scenes
Put me on a track, and it sound like a symphony
So high up, you won't ever get a glimpse of me
The only time I'm going down, that'll be in history
How did it get so far? Look where we are, yeah
I'm running away but I don't know from what,
All I know really know is nothing gonna hold me up X2
How did it get so far?
I'm running out of breath, heart pumping out my chest
Woah woah - take a minute to rest
See I've been running for years, now I don't recognize nothing
Plus everything's spinning, man I'm buzzing
I try to take a breath but the scene's breathtaking
So I take 5 just to take it in
A young country boy who's addicted to the city life
Spitting on the mic in them big city lights
From Pottahawk to Ottawa to where they 說普通話
Now I'm blowing up like a molotov yeah!
It's a nonstop onslaught, fighting til I'm on top
And even though I came so far, I still know it's a longshot
But quitting always was a tough pill to digest
Screw it I'm blessed, glued to my desk
Proving to the rest, y'all through and I'm next
I'm doing my best, it's my destiny!
Chorus x2
Ask me where I'm going and I ain't got a answer
Climbing these mountains just to have a gander
Expand my soul, advance my role
I pounced on every little chance to roll
Dipped to the depths of a million places
Surround myself with unfamiliar places
A mind blowing scenery and sexy dimes
But the only one who loved me I left behind
But whatever it's fine, getting better with time
I'm doing my thing, and she's doing her thing
But it's times like this I wanna make the Earth shrink
But we just Earthlings so we take what the Earth brings
No regrets, resent or hatred
I'm reminded of you by half the songs on my playlist
But you know I'm a spaceman, riding on my comet
I'm lost and I couldn't find home if I wanted
I'm gone
Yeah - And I couldn't find home if I wanted
And I love it
How did it get so far? Look where we are!
Yeah! I'm running away but I don't know from what
All I really know is nothing gonna hold me up X4 - Track Name: Up (Remastered)
-
Don't let a man get to your head or a loss to your heart
Remember why you came here, and play your part
Create your vision and display your art
Then make your mark and relate your smarts
Til the day turns dark and they make you a martyr
Alive in spirit even after departure
See, some chase money, and some chase girls
But I chase dreams while the cops chase me
A dream is what I leave for, I live for a dream
A million ways to say it, only a couple will get you green
Tell it fly, get a deal, motherfuckers will give you props
Tell them why, keep it real, motherfuckers will get you shot
MLK had a dream, then he got put to sleep forever
Che made a movement, and he ain't do no better
Lenon even said it, they were bigger than the lord
And then Chapman came and clapped, pulled a .38 and gave him 4
See we're stuck in a web way bigger than the internet
Consumed by consumerism, liquor and cigarettes
Trying to be a bigger figurehead than Obama,
Osama, Muhammad Ali and the Dali Lama
I'm a jackhammer rapper with groundbreaking style
Plus I rip of the top like girls gone wild
And I'm changing the game, rearranging the frame
With subterranean Canadian flavour, I'm here!
And we're Up, Up, and then Down Down
Up, Up, and then Down, Down
Up, Up, and then Down, Down, Why?
Cause every time we try, you know it's always (click click click BOOM)
So I sit here thinking, what should I write, see
Talk is cheap but the penalty's pricy
If I say too much, you think they'll snipe me
Ice me, precisely, they don't take shit lightly
[[Nah, freedom of speech - that's one of your rights, B]]
Yeah so they say, but it don't entice me
Look at happens every time we get fiesty
They kick us to the curb saying "That's our white meat!"
Cause they don't actually mean, they just want you to believe
They wanna see everybody succeed
But there ain't enough cheese, chalets and skis
Or champagne for all the peeps in the 613
Yeah yeah - but the limousine's still full
Reserved for the civil, you must have been sinful
In the past life, man, it ain't that simple
Your deprived of the riches of the royal and skillful
The top ten percentile with style and the funds
So your name ain't on file for the aisle in the front
But if your dada got status and a pile you can come
Take the junk in the vile til your smile's feeling numb
It's times like this I don't know what to do
I got dreams of success, are they ever coming true?
Man fuck that tell the world I'm coming through
And say it like you mean it or they won't fucking move!
And we're Up, Up, and then Down Down
Up, Up, and then Down, Down
Up, Up, and then Down, Down, Why?
Cause every time we try, you know it's always (click click click BOOM
Up, Up - Now won't you stand up
Up, Up - Now put your hands up
Up, Up - Until the jam's up
Up, Up - And tell 'em "And what?"
Up, Up - To all the small towns
Up, Up - Now let's all bounce
Up, Up - and never fall down
Now act like hackysack and keep it up y'all now!
