The Space Invader Mixtape

by The Wilde

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The homies Madluv, Riley Lake, Budo, milo, Open Mike Eagle, Natalie Sullivan, and Authentic assited me greatly with this endeavor. This album is a collection of many of the fears, concerns, hopes, and aspirations I feel as I prepare to go to Sydney, Australia until November of this year. This mixtape is an end to this particular period in my life and hopefully the beginning to something bigger, better and more exciting.

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released June 2, 2014

Mixed and mastered by The Wilde & Madluv.

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The Wilde San Francisco, California

20 - Alt hip-hop

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Track Name: Spell it Out (prod. The Wilde & Madluv)
I'm trying to tell the truth but it's hard to tell you truly
I'm trying to help the youth to get smarter and more unruly
I'm trying to eat healthy like less bread more sushi
I'm trying to wilde out, I hope Nick Cannon won't sue me
I'm trying to isolate the moments that matter and write em down
I'm trying to lose less sleep and go from lost to found
I'm trying to define the kind of sound bite that sounds like I
Empathize with liars and light fires in the underground
Always in the front row or
Killin it at rap shows
Aware that it could stop soon
Tryin to make it last though
Hope I'm clever now or never
Ever endeavoring to be known forever
Severing everything when remembering rejection

I will not spell it out for you
Or give myself away
Welcome to my world
It's a hell of a place

Seeing stars on my ceiling I got god on a microchip
Playing my guitar and trying to knock em dead like viper spit
Audiences come in time I tell myself so I don't quit
Can't afford a blog post to host my free shit
Edibles are tasty erasing the pain away tonight
I'm still up making beats it's 5:08
Awake the mix ain't right
Not a party track though this ones about a pressing fright
Very scary thought: did I not waste my adolescent life?
Anxiously I stand up, breathe, walk around the room
Drawing all the patterns in the lights and bumping danger doom
Everything I have needs to go into these new tunes
Running out of time so I'd better make my moves soon

I will not spell it out for you
Or give myself away
Welcome to my world
It's a hell of a place to stay
Track Name: Pyotr Pt. II (prod. The Wilde)
I'm bare-chested, empty-headed, slightly depressed, and introspective
Future author of bad books on white guilt from a stilted perspective
No directive need some exercise
Order in n out with extra fries
I'm in and out sleep reading your texts all night
You apologize and say you're jealous when we're far apart
And I say that I'm selfish I should stop but it's so hard to start
I try to pay attention and mention you make me happy
I hope it's sinking in and every night the distance hurts less badly

I'm not entirely the man that you desire at least not in person
Maybe great on paper but I still can't sleep without that vapor, cursed
Lazy, prone to anger certainly won't be your savior
Swear to god I love you though my angel see past my behavior
Innovators make a lot but still can’t recreate your presence
Space invade your thoughts and then I upload mine Into your sentience
You feel this isn't a cover to show all my repentance through
I've never loved nobody other that you

You're my Eurydice
You're like my middle c
I'll be your shady tree
Just stay my lady please

You hear me on display inside of your mobile phone
Your flight leaves in an hour then I’ll pick you up and take you home
Thinking of all of the words to this poem then inking it down when it’s ready to go
Reciting it to you instead of hello still finding my thoughts while I'm holding you close
The words coming fast, we latch onto the minute
My future seems scary but I picture you in it
I hope the world knows from this intimately muttered tune
I've never loved nobody other than you

You're my Eurydice
You're like my middle c
I'll be your shady tree
Just stay my lady please
Track Name: Agoraphobia (prod. Riley Lake) (feat. milo)
[Verse 1: milo]
I’ll have what I’m having heart that’s triple bypassing
Longer eyelashes, morse code dashes
Through smile flashings, I’m a pastel pastiche
I feel like a dyslexic priest
I made some beats but they weren’t enjoyable
I’m eating ravioli lunches
Taking narcoleptic field naps by the bunches
I’ve got these cub scout patches
Bathtub transcendence is all I’m asking for
I don’t want to confront these demons anymore
I want to play the weekend, forget that I’m a person
It’s nothing personal, I wanna renege on being a person though
It’s nothing personal, I wanna renege on being a person though
If we made a mixtape together then I’m asking you who it belongs to
I’m asking you to create me backstories for all these tattoos that I bought
I’m asking you to help me clean this dump truck
I’m asking for napkins, I’m asking for more napkins
I’m the annoying person asking for more napkins

Shut me up, keep me down, kick me out, can’t stop me
Push away, fight me back, smoke me out, can’t drop me
Those nasty thoughts, those nasty thoughts, don’t care
So drown em out, drown em out, drown em out and prepare

Alone on your couch zoned out totally sober
Your bouts of depression are back they're never over
Winter’s all the same, NorCal to New England
The sun don’t shine you get bored then you get thinking that
You drink too much, you haven’t read enough lately
Schoolwork piled up on the table but you're so lazy
Your pen feels heavy the words don’t come
Synapses extra slow I’m afraid you burned some
Learned somewhere that you're special, you're wrestling with some demons
And when you try to pin them down, they laugh at you screaming
Even as you’re, you're getting older and you’re hungry to speak the truth
All your favorite rappers are now younger than you
It’s a competition you’re losing it’s unforgiving
Not subsistent and your degree won’t put you in position
To make a difference, make a living, your teen years faded
Your twenties are less forgiving so you might as well get wasted
Today you will stay inside, you might as well get wasted
Today you will stay inside, you might as well

You might as well get wasted (today you will stay inside)
You might as well get wasted (today you will stay inside)

Shut me up, keep me down, kick me out, can’t stop me
Push away, fight me back, smoke me out, can’t drop me
Those nasty thoughts, those nasty thoughts, don’t care
So drown em out, drown em out, drown em out and prepare

Holding down restart, my hard drive is bypassed
The virus might be parted and become part of my past
Could tell you how I killed it, impart on live cast
Come back like 90’s fashion and snap back act intact
When actually in fact collapses they happen
But I’m cleaning up the messes and fetching my own napkins
Can’t escape the evils, I can’t bate their attacking
But I’m blacking in not backing down and strapping in for action
Today I will leave the house and it will not be perfect
Today I will leave the house and it will not be perfect
Today I will leave the house and it will not be perfect
Today I will leave the house and it will not be perfect

Today I’ll leave the house, and it will not be perfect
Today I’ll leave the house, and it will not be perfect
Today I’ll leave the house, and it will not be perfect
Today I’ll leave the house, and it will not be perfect
Track Name: Don't Meet Your Heroes (prod. Budo) (feat. Open Mike Eagle & Natalie Sullivan)
The Chris McCandless of hip hop
Reading can't stop won't stop
Don't knock it till he rocks it
Or at least until he drops in
Took off over the edge trying make it flying solo
Feel like Wiley E Coyote on the ledge uh oh
It's cut-throat, I'm non-violent,
Just too scared to die silent
A one man riot isn't wrong it's just quiet
Bumping The Uncluded and scouring Kierkegaard
Slumping, existential crisis that needs trees and a guitar
My friends don't exist
And my enemies neither
Never ever meet your heroes
Never stop to take a breather
Over eager kids are beaten down and eaten up
I'm sick of all my pandering now I don’t give a fuck
No god below and no hell above
We get to get our rocks off once and then we show love
Blast me into space, I’ll orbit the globe
My mixtape is dropping you should look out below

Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same
Don’t learn the things you’d rather not hear explained
Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same
Don’t face your fears and you can never feel pain

In a wagon with calvin and hobbes
Twisting up volume nobs
Laughing at all of you snobs
Forgetting eventual drops
I want to open for David Sedaris
Hang with F. Scott Fitzgerald just like Midnight in Paris
I’m only slightly embarrassed, mostly dutifully modest
My girl’s the surely fairest just being brutally honest
Not the strongest nor the fastest not a real street rapper
But I'll spit the longest and craftiest then go make beats after
You crew can giggity-gangbang itself into submission
My tape I'll sliggity-slang it let the blogs make the decision
Rap game football I play every position
One many 11 jobs nuclear fission
I don't even exist just a voice and a vision
In a world all consumed by technological determinism
I tweet therefore I am that's that digital living
You might not follow my beat but I got physical rhythm

Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same
Don’t learn the things you’d rather not hear explained
Don’t meet your heroes or it never feels the same
Don’t face your fears and you can never feel pain

[Verse 3: Open Mike Eagle]
I bet Hawaiian dinosaurs were the coolest
They probably all know how to hula and had weird ass dreams of the future
Sat around a fire with weed and kambucha
And sand scratched blueprints of personal computers
I knew it because Cali dinosaurs are the worst
They can barely even roar from the thirst
Their feet are adapted for the floor not the earth
Life requires some energies they’re too sore to exert
Them motherfuckers can zumba though
From Temecula to Tupelo puffy coat when it’s Two Below
I’m a scruffy ghost from the Truman Show
With dusty ugly bones but a human glow
I’m a fossil attending my own funeral
I never knew transitioning is so beautiful
I speak in all fractions and picturing whole numerals
I can’t even listen no more cause I’m dead again
Track Name: I Don't Really Listen to Hip-Hop (prod. Madluv)
I'm flying down a residential street bumpin Game Theory
Shoutout the parents who think I'm insane clearly
Intent on pursuing it ma'am that’s why I’m doing it
You can disapprove I don't care how you're viewing it damn
Not mysoginistic or consumerist enthusiasts
Done everything I can to try to get my music through to kids
New to the music biz rooted in it foolishness
Fed up as shit yet I'm determined to go through with this
Can't understand a thing I say let alone the meaning
But pop songs ruin little writer kids dreams
Pop songs tops off ain't no meat
Hashtag shit sucks gimmie a retweet
Here's a party track you can bump at your fraternity
Written by a nerdy dude who'd rather be home burning trees
I'll be giving lessons you can take a number learn for free the
The people you look down on bout to knock you off your feet

This is for the dude they said there's something wrong with
This is for the girl doin first time bong rips
It's a beach bonfire and you're all invited
Put your ego in the air take a match and light it

Fuck your nice shit cuz fails to impress me man
Rather have jams, sand, and waves over clams
Smash the radio blast punk to the whole city
Take you down a notch because you're not that pretty
Seen every bikini pic you've put on your Facebook
The same duck faces and the same fucking looks
We're all getting robbed by the same shady crooks
You're just name ass money to them don't get mistook
This is what I think about while you play Katy Perry
"You sure I need to change my ways Luke?" Yeah fairly
You should probably know about world works
Down with Fox News Fuck when Miley twerks
Steal my songs write about em and burn em
Introverted angry kid I finally converted
To this activist slash rap and I’m glad that you heard it
You’re alternatively turning up, politics adjourned

This is for the dude they said there's something wrong with
This is for the girl doin first time bong rips
It's a beach bonfire and you're all invited
Put your ego in the air take a match and light it

I just want to be your favorite rapper’s least favorite famous rapper
Track Name: Corona Heights (prod. Riley Lake) (feat. Authentic & Natalie Sullivan)
[Verse 1: Natalie Sullivan]
Bay swinging, feeling the breeze
Everybody, won’t you come follow me?
Tired feet, buckled knees,
Flying free on every city street
Fiery skin as bold as the Golden Gate,
Take a trip to the Haight where we'd wash all our cares away
Sun drenched and fog stained,
Little pieces of Heaven remain
Up on the hills, we get our fill
These are the nights to remember
Up on the hills, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

Up on the hills, we get our fill
These are the nights to remember
Up on the hill, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

[Verse 2: The Wilde]
Sometimes it seems the cycle never ends, so when it does
You gotta go and find some inner peace again
Then you have to grow out of your winter beats and mend
You can finally switch your style up and go and call some friends
You can hit up corona heights
And look down on the little lights
That brighten up the city night
Find kairos in this shitty life
Everyone is black and white
And they can only see a slice
But we can see life's color types
As the sun and the horizon fight
Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn
We take. each day, one at, a time, bring it on
No posts or pictures, document with songs
I appreciate the moments then I'm moving right along
An 8 bit man in a high res land
Like digital clock with some analog hands
I lose myself on these streets, often fall and I stumble
But the canopy is green in the concrete jungle
Up on the hills, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

Up on the hills, we get our fill
These are the nights to remember
Up on the hill, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

[Verse 3: The Wilde & Authentic]
I’m trying to capture the sky
Lean back, hit it, realx
I’m barely thinking
Instead of asking them why
That’s all they had to provide
I’m just passing them by
Like fuck you, it’s on me now
Window down and I’m blowing green out
Fuck a OZ, burn a whole tree down
I said, let me provide what you need
If you’re down for the ride, shit I got an extra seat
We got some candy bars and dozen pints of microbrew
We got a couple scars and been branded with panoramic views
Not enamored by the glamour yammered by a chosen few
We rather just get hammered as we try to spit the blues
We bet on how far we could toss our phones
We reach back to go, but too scared to throw
And we wonder how long we can live like this
While we inch towards the ledge at the top of the cliff

Up on the hills, we get our fill
These are the nights to remember
Up on the hill, we get our fill
San Francisco, you hold me forever

[Verse 4: The Wilde & Authentic]
I know of a place where the skies golden
You and I know it wake up realize your Mind holds it
I Try foldin my thoughts into my pocket,
Hit the road off to a spot to gather the thoughts
Climb the dusty ridge and leave your problems at the bottom
Don't slip on the gravel I'm not trippin just careful
Sit up on the highest rock breathe it in and take stock
This is why the finer things are found and not bought
And I don't have a flow that could explain
What left of me remains as I sit and wait for the rain
Down screams like it's real life garden state
Apologize and take a hit like sorry I just couldn't wait
Wait for a minute that's way too much weight off my chest
Small words big world tryna make it I guess
Follow the road god only knows, listen receive
Loud and clear, out here, nothing to believe
Track Name: SFO ✈ SYD (prod. Budo) (feat. Natalie Sullivan)
Playing sonic on sega Saturn on Saturdays in second grade. Hangin with my older brother selling cups of lemonade.
Before the days of blazing passin' j's or blowing lemon haze.
The era when I still got wings pinned on me on the airplane
Fresh prince, full house, fruit snacks, and toll house
Running up and down my whole house, break shit then time out
Used to swing like Sheffield and Barry bonds in little league
My cursive was a mess like Billy Madison and little z's
Then middle school brought new friends, guitar, girls, and IM
Cell phones and first dates and teen angst and the emo trend
Hearts were broken early but mine always seemed to mend
Then I left it all behind again, went east to see where I had been
Four years of depressed bros snorting coke till their parents noticed
Never touched the stuff but still each snow was the coldest
I found gratitude and love, graduated and went west to focus
Now I’m headed further left to disappear like hocus pocus

I can see it all from my window
The people seem small and the problems mental
I hear the world call when the wind blows
Scrapped all my baggage and kept the essentials

Everything I know has been pre-written with scripted lines
I’m tearing up the pages now ready to split and improvise
Burying old verses now freestyling with gifted rhymes
I’ll wake up in the future skipping rifts in space and time
I’m about to tag a space invader on the Sydney Harbor bridge
I’m tryna to rap so loud the whole country knows just who The Wilde is
Skydive in New Zealand see the season changes flipped
Learn a whole new set of stars and cop a whole new bag of tricks
Meet the Hilltop Hoods, M-Phazes and Illy
Rock a show with Bliss N Eso I know it’s naive and silly
But I’ll strive to be their equals as I transcend the ego
Really I just need to see another world do you feel me?
I will harbor no grudges and understand my place
I've worked all my life to get here so I know what it takes
I got good vibes with me got a feeling it's fate
I'm coming full circle sonic duck and curl blast away

I can see it all from my window
The people seem small and the problems mental
I hear the world call when the wind blows
Scrapped all my baggage and kept the essentials