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1.	Off Top 02:40	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS (DJ Coco-Z) VERSE ONE Off top I’mma rock the Casbah Harder than a vulcanized Vulcan During Pon Farr Off top with the concrete cock Brian Grimm Ain’t no use in trying him Find your favorite local rapper Guess who’s supplying him? Off top I’mma make shit known Get ya head flown when my flow Come off the top of the dome You know you broke so You might as well leave it a loan Off top is where you pick the cherry off My school was across the street from Halle Berry’s y’all On a side note I myself am not a star I’m just a dope MC without the fly car Off top with the whipped cream Don’t fuck with my whole team Or get that ass whipped Without split screen Off top, not the middle, or the bottom If I ain’t the solution Then it’s a motherfucking problem CHORUS VERSE TWO Off top I should read the disclaimer Portions of the following broadcast Contains cliffhangers You should be fully aware that I come with head bangers Never change up Who that dude sparking a lot? (me) Who that dude barking a lot? (you) If I’m waiting “get away” in the parking lot Then I’m getting my cut off top Ain’t no need to scoff pop Beastie with the sure shot It’s easy to find my soft spot Even though my exterior hard as a rock Ain’t no bargaining ock And he charging a lot Get in line like rollerblades When I reminisce about the older days Smoother than Pete Rock When he in the boss spot Making executives jaws drop Tell ‘em my bottom line is all stock Catch me somewhere logging the plot If there’s food, I’m hogging the pot Off Top!
2.	Don't You Know No Good? 04:24	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS VERSE ONE Back in the day of the Sega Master System Mega Blasters with the Straps attached and hittin Hip hop music was thumping And pop music was bumping It was probably 1980 something I was a baby, a youngin’ Across from Luke Easter Park Where all new beef could spark Sidewalks routinely chalked Yet I remained oblivious Everyday the same frivolous Actions Yo, them niggas is packing Poster child for sickle cell Live with Robin Swoboda Hair slicked and cute as hell Trying to maintain composure Two blood transfusions later Life’s illusions appeared to be greater I was slated for adventures That would predate the misses Kindergarten is when I found out I like women I significantly remember That being an independent decision Young Brian Adams, baby man Not to be confused with the Canadian Before my parents divorced And decided who got the waterbed After standing in court They had daughter instead CHORUS VERSE TWO People are all types of...grimy, cousin It was probably 1990 something You could find me In elementary school Minding my business Never been no fool Breakfast sausage With the biscuit Grades good Fade good With the part on the side In high school It was more like Jekyll and Hyde That was the time When B-No Good came to life Gentleman, behold I never seen such a disgusting sight Nevertheless a glimmer of light I started to manifest Becoming a man I guess The pen and the pad Helps me confess The Paralyzer Helped inspire The hip hop skills That I acquired And my Dad Always had The funky rhythm In my head So I started making beats, too Pretty neat, dude Changed crews Like I change dungaroos This ain’t nothing new Hip hop ain’t just something to do Expressing yourself is cool Disrespecting the vets Is similar to not protecting your neck CHORUS (2x) VERSE THREE Graduated high school And you couldn’t tell me nothing It was probably The year 2000 something I was wilding for nothing Body count getting ridiculous The college life Without a wife On campus Infinite years and shit But beauty caught my eye And my heart took flight I believe it was during ID night Sneaking drinks Trying to see something pink But this woman wasn’t led So easily In the back of my head I always knew She was a queen to me First real interaction took place in the studio And ever since then I always knew we could grow Staying focused on my music Maintaining and never losing it Was one of the single most Important things that I could do in this World traveling frequencies Of eighty-nine point three BNG from CLE 44 signed my CD This was before I worked At Scene Magazine You had to see Some of those staff parties But that’s a story For another chapter, probably They’ll be no one after Who could rock a party As wholeheartedly Snatched the college degree And the hotty It’s me
3.	The Pleasure Place (ft. D-Tellz and Janey Bloggins) 03:33	lyrics	buy track
VERSE ONE (B-No Good) Yo soy B-No Good Me voy Hollywood For a far less bougie life I done went ahead and Married me a foreign wife You live a boring life Always complaining Instead of maintaining The delicate balance With benevolent talents Your irrelevant habits Brings malevolent status Meanwhile I’m dancing Tribal rhythm He got survival in him Even the rivals feel ‘im If the pride don’t kill ‘em I munch the cooch But I don’t touch the hooch I slang-a-lang But I don’t bang-the-thang I’m aboutta have a fit Up in this place As long as she can move The same way While she sit on my face Chi-Chi on the bass Pescado on my plate I rep CLE And never hesitate BRIDGE (B-No Good) You have entered the pleasure place Feel the connection Through treble and bass Infinite sexes No focus on race Every direction Keep moving your waist CHORUS (D-Tellz & Janey Bloggins) You have entered the pleasure place (8x) Intense seconds of love Sex magic Orgasmic (2x) VERSE TWO (B-No Good) Hot damn This the jam I got the peanut butter Dance like you mean it brother Twerk like you mean it sister Until you catch a blister A callous or something This ballad is bumping Asses are jiggling Laughing and giggling Causally sinning and Massively chilling That’s why you grilling Mug on mean Your woman left the scene Nothing to do with me On the far side There’s otha fish in the sea Earth is mostly water So go on out there And make a mermaid daughter It’s a beautiful thing When your cuticles clean And your nose too Cuz you doing what you Supposed to do Making decisions T-C-B means Taking Care of Business These are words From C-Low’s grill I’m not from Brazil But I am for riz-eal CHORUS VERSE THREE (D-Tellz) Ass moving Music pumping DJ cutting Grinding something Kama Sutra From Sri Lanka Casablanca Dirty manga Ride that beat, get in yo zone Party ’til the speakers blown Harmonies to your delight Melodies that change your life VERSE FOUR (Janey Bloggins) Tight embrace Caress my face Hips to brace Infinite space Cosmic love Fly above Come with me Let us see Oh baby You and me Let’s make it three ___________ Share with me The pleasure place Inside me Infinitely CHORUS
4.	Inner Core 05:06	lyrics	buy track
VERSE ONE Vernacular fly Like Angela Rye Gimme my slice Of the star-spangled pie Shit, a talking head Don’t make me fed So I could careless about What another man said Are you kidding This track hitting Like Lonnie Chisenhall Not cocky But get the balls They wanna lock me Inside of a prison wall Some like me Some resent Check out the new Nike Cements Or Adidas Shit Kickers Explore your Milky Way With a Big Dipper I’m just swifter An easy picker upper Get the Swiffer And I’m clean When I deliver On the scene And I remember Them pissy hallways Like they were yesterday Recording verses on cassette tapes Momma always had the best plate The success rate Of an inner city child Is best left to fate Like every step I take Pondering, wandering by the lake My brain’s tectonic plates Might make the planet shake BREAK VERSE TWO I spit magma Verses that cause fantasma Might splash ya With hot lava When I’m hot and bothered Yo rhymes is hot garbage And it’s Thursday My words spray In the worse way How much more can the planet take? Burning River You know the rhythm Chemical imbalances Causing friction Hit you with boom bap addiction Please don’t be mistaken This ain’t rehabilitation This is just an invitation To an unknown sensation Destination stimulation Flicking that little bean I’ll cripple your gentle team Condition critical when you leave Have you begging for a reprieve You know how bold thugs get I’ma shit gold nuggets When this is over with Been sober since Twenty-twelve October twenty-fifth On that fateful day My life was almost taken away I safely can say Corporations are not our saving grace Where’s Tim Misny at? I’m boutta make they ass pay BREAK VERSE THREE Let me show you what I know Baby, bend down low I’m all about the Naruto With the flying fish roe It’s Brian in this hoe Cool with dudes That’s liable To have you Lying on the flo’ Ain’t no crying no mo I was only two years old When I saw the Challenger explode Trek was the best And Battlestar Galactica, I’m told Do the fool Without the fucking jester Brian Addams with the two “ds” Duking it out with Uncle Fester Busted a Move As a young MC Recording booth in the living room Hard truth, we are living proof That mental thoughts become physical Always original lyrical From Elyria to Lorain Straight delirium on your brain I got songs to get your rocks off Aren’t you glad you came? Death to innocents Is equivalent to a million shames Forget the news headlines Remember to say...their...names BREAK
5.	Cheese Sauce 03:13	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS It should come as no surprise I want cheese sauce with the fries This life might be my demise I need cheese sauce with the fries Make sure you get the large size I want cheese sauce with the fries Time to re-up the supply I need cheese sauce with the fries VERSE ONE Having a Green River soda With some green in the bowla It’s the mean ayatollah Making sure he meet the quota Smoking on gas But this oil ain’t crude Knock you straight on yo ass Pass it back, don’t be rude It’s magic how I flow I got y’all gathering It’s tragic when A wack MC Pick up the mic Now they cashing in I’m having whatever she’s having Smashing a polish boy With a pop not a soda boy Hit ‘em with the Midwest charm Don’t be alarmed He was just raised good Light up the bomb Yo, that shit taste good Blazing the finest hydroponics But if I had it how I wanted it Planted in everybody’s back yard again With no stigma attached Zero enigma in fact Flower, tincture and wax Rolling up bats And I’m the designated hitter My mama ain’t raise no quitter Edwin Enacarnacion On the bong, bitch nigga CHORUS VERSE TWO You never heard a more absurd line I rarely hear a verse worth my time DL dipped the beat in turpentine It’s the black panther With enough THC in me To attack cancer It’s like Attack on Titan How these rappers be biting Government spying As I’m writing this Reciting this dopeness No Hope Floats shit Chick flick Get hit with Random lyrics That blast your spirit Fantastic isn’t it? The metaphysical flow From an original scope With an articulate host Who always doing the most I’m a shoe-in fasho So let my crew in the do’ And let the show begin The ringmaster Of disaster With this flow we win Prepared fresh for you Lyrics cooked to order Watch the rhythm get chewed Keep crossing the border Do what’s best for you Fuck if society disagrees Gimme fries and a variety of cheese CHORUS
6.	Tsunami (ft. The ThrowBacks) 04:53	lyrics	buy track
VERSE ONE (DL) It’s the return of the muthafucking best to Ever get slept on more than Lunesta Graduated top of my class You short a few semesters While I studied You were chasing Birds like Sylvester Suffering succotash That boy in another class Qualified to do the task Taking names and kicking ass I ain’t alone when I’m up in this place My whole entourage with me Call me Vinny Chase Game over when I step up on the scene Look how far I made it Off a dollar and a dream Easy to mistake me For a spoiled ass teen The way they talk about My super sweet sixteen D Lo flow en fuego It’s too hot to touch Kick a verse And leave the mic Smoking like a Dutch I hear y’all haters talking Tryna ruffle my feathers It’s cuz deep down You know that I’m better CHORUS VERSE TWO (Sticky) It’s like I only rap on Sundays All the people go bananas The vanilla chilla thrilla Way too graphic For your cameras Blue eyed Burning River Paper bag villain With my blue collar Blue jean Blue teared women Old school killer Body count to match the credit hours Bury you Burn one Forgetting where I put the cowards Green thumb butcher Pop off Have you pushing flowers Talk about you in past tense Toast you every happy hour Maybe I was raised wrong Hey, I made it this long If no one stands above you Then you’re never getting shit on Haters wanna act noid Sweating every factoid Dream of trading places With my life like I’m Aykroyd Lying to yourself You ain’t jealous when you play this Pirating my shit But you ain’t even in my playlist Profile lower than the count of your turn style Time equal money, man This shit ain’t even worth while Wow CHORUS VERSE THREE (B-No Good) Change the logo Or I'll scalp 'em Cleveland Native Bang the promo Make you wanna buy the whole album The way I chief you be like "how come?" The outcome Back smack your backwards thinking Into next motherfucking weekend Set the agenda The mind slash spine bender Too fresh for talcum it's The Fullmetal Alchemist MC with a robotic limb Futurama Where the cyborgs'll shoot ya mama Spit chaotic phlegm In the form of a melodic hymn Boing Boom Tschak I'm well krafted Peace to the blacksmith I'm going to rock Cuz it's a habit And I got the advantage When I'm burning river rambling And trampling Stampede style Across yo ass again While you hash tagging I'm hash bagging, friend Flow with laser precision You made your decision Reached for your belt But your phaser was missing CHORUS
7.	Funk Wrap 02:21	lyrics	buy track
VERSE ONE I got several flows That are immeasurable Lick you from Head to your toes While I’m packing a bowl With my package on swole UPS man at your do’ So legit You gotta co-sign though BNG run up in it Like a black rhino Doing the freakiest shit imaginable Rocking bucket hats Way before you even fucked with that Now y’all back to wearing trucker hats Fuck is up with that? This ain’t rap This my life soundtrack Got a wife now, Jack Gotta protect mis hijos Everybody not amigos But they sure got an ego Not a pot to pee though Guess who’s coming to dinner The sinner Snacking on hash puppies Laughing at you crash dummies Trying to get cash from me Expose rappers Like a stripper’s behind That’s your ass, money I got the mad munchies BNG debonair Dashing, cunning Pull out the shillelagh And give you three lashes sunny Smashed the buggy With the force of Lou Ferrigno Blew the doors right off the crib bro When you’re drunk Call a ride It’s that simple You got insurance But it don’t extend to the rental You should’ve taken a cab, though Asshole Now here comes the court hassle Slash the track with soul Like I borrowed the zanpakutō From Ichigo Kurosaki Peace to Broccoli Samurai Passed the joint To the camera guy Once again it’s B-No LeBeau Tuxedo fasho Libido, you know? Don’t go to the bars no mo’ Don’t try to impress no hoe Watch where you step lil bro We got two things against us We black-n-po’ But I’m black and proud Not living under a cloud Or a rock for that matter Four o’ clock and twenty after Master your high The high master Fly past the finish line With enough hemp To corner the market on twine Cordage and rope Record it, it’s dope And smoked to perfection Remembered my momma’s lessons Still left with a lot of questions Nothing is certain What is the message Is it written in the stars? While everyone sitting in the bars Are you kidding? There still ain’t no flying cars? By in large We should have some better technology To roam the galaxy Or maybe we do It’s just not accessible to me Until then I’ll keep flowing exceptionally
8.	100% Juice (ft. .napz!) 03:33	lyrics	buy track
VERSE ONE Fuck your constituent Got you wondering What I hit you with Ridiculous methods Stay keepin ‘em guessing Who got the juice? Listen how he produce Fresh like Playne Jayne Dressed like Dwayne Wayne My love goes bang-bang Incinerate mics Eliminate fake types Obliterate stage fright And hold your own in a fight Freedom Even if we gotta bleed ‘em Defeat ‘em by any measure Through the ballot or legislature Patients over profits In layman’s: just stop it If you don’t like my language Then drop it Switch topics Come equipped with logic If you ever try to pop shit Argumentative ‘Cause it’s hard for you to listen Independent studies have shown You better watch yo damn tone Kick raps and stand alone Even if I have to hambone Open mindedness Pass it along Explosive rhyming shit BNG equals TNT on ya dome CHORUS (.napz!) Highest dose possible We got the juice Sicker than your favorite hospital Double deuce Know the truth Land owners throwing stones Thinking absolutes Persons make people Like a seed to a root VERSE TWO Fuck your elected official Who represents the individual? Now its profits over patients Stock options and residuals It’s getting critical System overload Print the money Until it ain’t no more Paper on the roll You’s a wack commentator I’m a smooth operator Nintendo versus Sega The alpha omega That scalped ya No brainer Chief Native Clevelander No one is an Indian Unless they come from India So send me a Postcard Next time you’re in Mumbai I hate to be the gloom guy But we’re all soon to die Come back and live a thousand lives (2x) CHORUS VERSE THREE Fuck Donald Trump He can swallow nuts The elephant in the room Who embellishes the truth If you voted for him Fuck you too Most politicians Need a lot of fixing Including those donkeys kicking White supremacist honkey bitches Took all the riches And left us with sickness If I... Identify as Chickasaw I’m still a nigga to y’all Damn bruh All these questions with no answers Like: why is there Viagra? But no cure for cancer Or: What’s the reason for the war? All diseases have a cure It’s egregious to implore That we have no resource Let me get my thinking cap together I’ll probably be kicking raps forever
9.	Ripped-N-Dipped 04:19	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS Like a Rip Dip Chevy come on Like a Rip Dip Chevy come on, yeah, yeah! (4x) VERSE ONE I want the booming system While I’m grooving with the Super fat joint Banging a Super Cat joint Window tint barely legal Like them teens in pornos On the screens is pornos A chick in a flick With cornrows And I’m eating while I’m driving I guess that’s better than Drinking while I’m driving Always thinking while I’m driving Turn the music down to park Rolling down the boulevard Where the goons come after dark Imperial, Kinsman, Miles and Harvard Pigs in your business, the trials of darker People...I guess we never gonna be equal They hate your fucking guts Behind doors they wanna be you Cheat you Every chance they get Beat you Like a punk ass bitch Every rhythm that you hear Damn near came from Africa I’m in the rip dip Chevy Motherfuck your Acura CHORUS VERSE TWO We call it the jump out Because all of us jump out Pumps out And you don’t wanna see what dumps out Oh for goodness sake Look at the crooks today You shook with bae That’s why they took the skank Get hooked and shanked Over a little bit of stank Fucked around and took the bank And yelled “it’s just a prank!” It’s the jokester supreme Spokesperson for the team Closed curtains you can’t see Now who you ‘sposed to be Rolling in the Winnebago Your chick wanna hang though Even though the car Has no candy paint yo Black on black Is how we campaign bro Racks on racks But I’m talking bout the payload Riding in the something That resembles the turtle van Gliding through bumping Music that’s not in demand Ay-yo I heard she a fan Sign up for the newsletter C-L-E-V-E land Nobody do it better (In the rip dip Chevy burning rubber) CHORUS VERSE THREE On my Jim Morrison shit Swing doors to this While you riding through the hood Say hi to B-No Good This ain’t no Lincoln town car rap More like the clown car, packed And we back to back What you expect Catch wreck Much respect If you bang for your set But senseless violence Is not where it’s at Self defense is necessary With the wrong commentary So you better be ready When you meet your adversary Stay in your lane Saying my name Don’t try to act cool Be natural Or that’s when we act a fool Straight factual Honesty the best policy Probably the death of fallacy I’m rooted in my city Like Jimmy Fallon be You mad at me How I stroll through casually Actually I ain’t even trying to stunt, really I just came through To share a blunt with you, silly
10.	Pretend To Pray (ft. ArreyLee) 02:44	lyrics	buy track
VERSE ONE (ArreyLee) Some many ladies have I kissed Had a threesome With Indica and Sativa Oh but this one She gave a good mind fuck And deep body high And so I call her Athena She said can I Elevate that mind Stimulate your first eye Visualizing timelines Of sublime vibes And divine light Can I get you high? I am high priestess of her temple Vesta virgin Pure and uncertain To be transcendental Of men and government And detrimental environmental Parthenogenetic In her I came To flower, empowered To wax poetic on this B-No So unapologetic In this (church) CHORUS VERSE TWO Grab the mic with mad skills Dropping shit on your head like anvils Acme, pack heat... Talking about the QP in the back seat Coming back from a country That don’t even trip about weed While the US government is still in a frenzy I’m from a high society That likes variety Smoking on rarities Fuck your racial disparities Motherfucker I see you Still arresting my people For something that’s legal I might move to Canada With the mental stamina Of Jeru the Damaja You know B snacks berries Smoke weed daily Life as long as Lee “Scratch” Perry Flows vary Choking the microphone is necessary Provoking the cyclone is scary Where do you go when you’re buried? (Church) CHORUS VERSE THREE Lie, cry, everybody gotta die Bye-bye, everybody might not fly But heaven and hell is on earth Whenever you fail it’s gonna hurt Whatever you yell better be worth The time of day When you rhyme at night With no limelight A lime-a-day Keeps the doctor away Unless we talking about Doctor J Windmill helicopter Keep the boppers away Top of the morning Stop all that yawning You got shit to do today Gone and wash yo face And brush yo teeth Gone and slow yo pace And fuck that beef Respect thy neighbor Bring a joint to savor And share with a brother Show ‘em that you really care for another Sister get tighter than Tia and Tamara Infusing weed in marinara (Chuuch) CHORUS
11.	(21Sick) Radio Freestyle: 09/11/2016 (ft. Sticky) (free) 02:36	info	download

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This album is dedicated to the life of Daniel "Sticky" Ryan.

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released December 7, 2019

©️2019 Burning River Records

All songs recorded, mixed and mastered by:
Daniel "Sticky" Ryan for Burning River Records

Graphic Design: Janey Bloggins

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B-No Good Cleveland, Ohio

B-No Good was created to destroy the current state of hip hop music with grungy-style beats, hardcore and relevant rhymes, with topics that people of a broad spectrum can relate. His style is uniquely aimed at the revitalization of both the hip hop industry and the city of Cleveland, Ohio. ... more

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