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Physical Education EP

by H-Money Wize

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1.
The Previews 02:13
one metric ton of doubt is dropped on my head causing panic again and again and again dented mind doesn't run as fast as it should treadmill racing going nowhere stuck alone in the woods if a man falls in the forest and nobody can hear him, is his life worth saving? lonerism communism sharing weapons in the pre-k classroom sharing equals caring tell that to the soviet slackers the european hackers causing kanye to get bent way out of shape again pirating movies is illegal so they say "blah blah blah" can't fast forward through the warning cause it's part of their job they're just doing they're job no one gives a fuck about the previews two whole minutes in a world that i like better than mine
2.
H-Money rolling blunts all the damn day Roll em up, smoke em up. Every single way Flying by, gettin high, only if you pay I grow my own, crush it up, smoke 'em with the bae Every morning I wake up and I light a new blunt Every morning I light up and I smoke until lunch Everybody in my family likes to smoke it with me too Daddy toking, mommy toking, little baby boo Smoke that kush, that burning bush I'm that hip hop Moses, posers, push Light 'em up with the big man, halo hallucinations I'm a Jesus marijuana god, feel my revelation Genesis in my lungs as I inhale that feeling The weed leaves tease my uneasy healing That pot, That dope, That blunt, That bowl That green grass is the only thing that makes me feel whole They call me H-Money cause I roll in the dough Then I slap my weed on it and roll with flow I roll blunt after blunt 'til my fingers give out Make that money every second cause that's what I'm about Fucking H-Money rolling blunts all the damn day Roll em up, smoke em up. Every single way Flying by, getting high, only if you pay I grow my own, crush it up, smoke 'em with the bae Light it up (inhale). Smoke. Getting high (inhale). Smoke. Feeling low (inhale). Smoke. If you ain't never downed a brownie whole your life's a fucking joke, wigga My momma told me not to try crack cocaine I told my momma that I control my own brain But still crack'll never be my fucking drug of choice, man It's only when I smoke that green that I find my fucking voice, blam! Fuck right off if you ain't gonna follow me If weed is a honeyhive then I must be the queen bee When I'm puffing smoke you'd be a idiot to cross me I wear a cross around my neck cause Jesus is a reefer, freak Swag--don't choke on that dope I'll wrap my weed around your neck and hang you by the throat Cause I'm a weed killer, pot stabber, green grabber Light it up with H-money and I'll show you how to have it, bitch Live strong, Lance Armstrong I'll light all his yellow bracelets like the dope in my bong Smoking day smoking night smoking left smoking right My blunts are like some virgins cause that shit is rolled up tight, bitches H-Money rolling blunts all the damn day Roll em up, smoke em up. Every single way Flying by, getting high, only if you pay I grow my own, crush it up, smoke 'em with the bae
3.
Variable 00:27
Evanescent is the life of a man intent on living Disconsolate is the life of a man intent on smiling Extortionate is the life of a man intent on saving An ambitious man's intent in life is assigning it with meaning
4.
Your one true love is not that tab that you be tripping on Your only baby ain't that vodka mix your sipping on You sacrifice a future with a lawn so you can live it hard A house and maybe babies but right now your life is slipping far Put down those pills and take a good look at the ceiling See everything is calmer when those tiles stop their spinning You think that when your high or drunk that you are always winning But in reality your face is numb and fingers thinning You became an addict just to ward away your sin But those drugs have got you up and so you're letting all 'em in The buzz helps you escape your life and then the high begins But you're really just a slave, with ball and chain, to heroin A marriage made in poor judgement when you were incoherent Divorce will cost you thousands and worst of all you fear it A life without your needle's not a life worth living for At least that's what you tell yourself when I knock on the door You won't let me convince you that the drugs will hurt your soul You simply nod your head and then you go and shoot some more You ask me if its not for drugs then what is life meant for My answer doesn't matter cause you're already on the floor Flopping on the ground like a small fish who's left the water You left your heart behind you when you bought dope on the corner Then everything just escalated quicker than before You were shooting up and leaving youR mail outside your front door Shut up in your house like a small rat inside his hole Resurfacing just once a week to go and buy some more That heroin it ate you up and made your life a hell You could barely pay your rent so you decided not to tell But I found out and came over to lend you some of my dough And found you lying on the floor, not moving any more The needle was still hanging out your bruised and broken arm I stood above my brother as I cursed the needle's harm You left me way too early and you left me way too quick Just one goodbye was all I needed, you left me for shit So fuck you man, you killed yourself, that was your only way But just you know you're not the only one who died that fucking day
5.
Helvetica 01:52
I was crushing on you 'til you said I was a player Now I’m mugging on you and can’t just walk away from This no more now it’s out in the open You took my heart and stole it Just to piss me off and it worked, you know it You took my devotion and misspoken emotion and you held it In a bottle like it was some kind of potion You made me drink, down my throat Straight to my heart and then explosion It was a blow to the soul A pistol to the head You know that I’m dead now Ain’t got no self-control anymore You gonna need a riot shield, or maybe a force field Cause these wounds you inflicted will never heal You better keep your eyes peeled If you don’t it’s more dangerous than being in a mine field And you better worry cause there ain’t no way I’ll never find you You better be alert –you’ll scream yabbadabbadoo Cause when I stab you in the back You will be misconstrued You think I do this cause I hate you? Just look from my point of view You treated me like dirt Abused my love and it hurt And now there’s blood on your shirt And there’s nothing you can do about now Don’t try to reassure me that it was all just a joke You just misspoke and now I’m gonna make you choke I sneak up on you with my knife You’ve been a great wife Goodnight! I hope you’ve enjoyed your life.
6.
Ever since I was a kid I wanted to make it big Daydreamin in calculus with a blank look on my face I never thought I'd be a rapper Those guys on tv spit faster But I found my niche, that fuckin ish Now I'm writin songs and Biggie's my bitch, what? Did you think my only song would be about marijuana? I'm ripping rhymes so ragged call me lord hip hop piranha I'm the sickest playa, slickest sprayer Mister mysterious mayor Rule the town the state the world My staff my throne my crown my pearl I'll destroy the earth in a motherfucking whirl I'll only save some puppies and a lil baby girl Make friends with Martians and extra terrestrials While you look for a scrap that you can call your next meal Livin the high life while yours is almost over Chillin in the solar system like my name was Mars Rover Poof! With my magic I will fly above the rubble I'll be soarin so high you cannot see me without Hubble My rap game is real strong, I'm a damn near poet I know the outcome of my flow though my face doesn't show it If you think it's not the truth, then you better check yo health Cause lying is a virus and it wrote this rap myself Cause I'm a rapper I'm a fucking rapper And I can spit it faster Cause I'm a fucking master H-Money first showed up with a song about blunts But my life is not a smoke fest, I wrote that song for fun I'm more than just some drug, fluctuating in my skull I don't rap when I'm blasted I rap when I'm fasting fantastical plants that'll end in a buzz Sipping that hard stuff-Diet Dr. Pepper Curled up in my hoodie, I'm not cool I'm just a leper Clumsy clodded stepper like a middle school formal Never liked school dances cause that shit just ain't normal Rejected every year since I turned 13 Watching Netflix in my snuggie while the cool kids smoked weed "H-Money rollin blunts" never smoked a dub The real me is a skinny teen who's just looking for love A hopeless roman-tic-toc watching clock hands scurry round the top 'Til someone great walks in my life My best bet is keepin these verses tight Rock around the clock all night I'm rhyming keeping the timing right Blimey guys I'll fight this time But you know I'm not that kind of guy Why? Cause I'm a rapper I'm a fucking rapper And I can spit it faster Cause I'm a fucking master Yeah, I'm a rapper I'm back see, and I'm gonna be spitting it rapidly I'm a rapper, freak I'm H-Money a Wize ass cracking backs you see A lyrical assassin with his seat buckle unfastened. A black MC's got nothin on this cheesy bread's delivery You fall when I kick you like a row of rapper dominoes I'm not cashing checks or doing drugs or fucking all them hoes I am just a kid but my age does not affect my flow You may have Two Chainz but I got the whole treasure homes. I record when I'm home alone My raps my parents don't condone I spit it loud with windows down so all the hood hear my tone I am not a one trick pony Honin' Holden like a phony People say my dope's bologna But Taylor Ham is what I'm rollin On my Sandwiches, from the Trackside Deli No need for marijuana when you got roast beef and gravy The suburbs are amazing, everybody knows my face I pretend I'm famous on the a-list Honor role ballin in my parents basement Someday maybe I will make it But right now I'm happy fakin Thank you to the fans and family and the deli's breakfast bacon Bacon is not overrated, get the fuck out all you haters That had nothing to do with the song but it doesn't matter cause I'm the fucking one who made it I'm a rapper
7.
Outro 00:32
Just think of it like this You are the foot of a compass while I am the pencil point No matter how far I must range out, we are always connected So I cannot break free of you You are the center of my existence even when we are far apart

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The Physical Education EP (or PE EP) is H-Money's first release. Songs on the EP discuss love, drugs, society, and the lifestyle of an independent Hip Hop artist.

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released August 29, 2014

All songs mixed, produced, and performed by H-Money Wize

All songs written by H-Money Wize except "Outro" which contains an excerpt from "How To Read Literature Like A Professor" by Thomas C. Foster

All beats and effects created by H-Money Wize
All beats and effects created in Mixcraft 6.1 except "Rollin' Blunts (All The Damn Day) created in Garage Band

H-Money Wize is an independent artist and is not currently under contract with any record label

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H-Money Wize Glen Rock, New Jersey

H-Money Wize is a New Jersey based rapper originally from Boston.

H-Money formed a rap collective, H-Money and the Handcheck Crew, in early August of 2014. After releasing one single, "Rollin' Blunts (All The Damn Day)," the group disbanded, due to the various circumstances.

H-Money Wize will be releasing her first EP as a solo artist on 8/22/14
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