Trust Issues - EP

by The Wilde

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released January 31, 2013

Out of Your Mind features Jake Louis
Not for Sale features Stephen Ahn
s.u.o.i.x.n.A was produced by The Gigantics

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20 - Alt hip-hop

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Track Name: Statement of Purpose
I’m genuinely nice and I try to be friendly
Make jokes at my expense, they don’t tend to offend me
The only time I brag is when I absolutely need it
Every rapper has an ego, I don’t always need to feed it
And to you, the listener, I’m pretty you’re thinking
That I’m bragging right now, while I’m talking ego-shrinking
Cuz I’m sinking too far down, my self-deprecation’s killing me
So down on myself that my music isn’t thrilling me
I know it’s stupid but I don’t think I can make it
I can’t fall into a mold when I really wanna break it and
I hate the word ‘fake’ cuz only posers use it
And phony poser clowns talk like this and abuse it
So here’s bar 13 of my 16 bar verse
A white guy with decent rhymes whose career’s in a hearse
Am I supposed to have a Merc or do I really drive a Civic?
I don’t live a rappers’ life so I should probably ask the cynics

I’m completely unaware of my purpose on this planet
But I want to help it mellow out and never see us panic
Understand that I’m unsure of my own self-worth
But I’d like to see depression be replaced by mirth

I’m completely unaware of my purpose on this planet
But I want to help it mellow out and never see us panic
Understand that I’m unsure of my own self-worth
But I’d like to see depression be replaced by mirth

I’d like to divulge I walk a fine line that haunts us
I’m slightly self-indulgent and super socially conscious
Honestly I’d sell more music if you told your whole crew
That you’re sick in the head too, freakin’ out but you can’t move
My mantra if I have one, is to move you from blue
I write all of these songs for you to fall asleep to
Three cheers for more sleep, five, six, seven hours
Our moods are so fragile like those two tall twin towers
I can’t tell you I’m your favorite, cuz I doubt that I am
But I can make you warm and fuzzy like your feed in the summer sand
I wish every second was like a day on the beach
But I’ll convert you to happy like a priest I will preach
My statement of purpose, by which my worth is dictated
Is that if I can make you smile then I know that I’ve made it
Hear me, I speak to you although we’ve never met
If your hearing me clear then lay back and forget your day

I’m completely unaware of my purpose on this planet
But I want to help it mellow out and never see us panic
Understand that I’m unsure of my own self-worth
But I’d like to see depression be replaced by mirth

I’m completely unaware of my purpose on this planet
But I want to help it mellow out and never see us panic
Understand that I’m unsure of my own self-worth
But I’d like to see depression be replaced by mirth
Track Name: Out of Your Mind (feat. Jake Louis)
So grateful to be in this moment cuz
Cuz it is a great day to be alone, yeah
It's time to make a beat today
It's time to compose a spoken word poem
Out of my dome for the first time all year
I'm back in the zone and my mindstate is clear
Finally feeling useful, producing jams, I’m fruitful
I'm nineteen and in the prime of my youth
But I feel most at home when I'm up in the booth
Up in my room, up in the gloom, bumpin’ MF Doom
There are two kinds of people, there's them and you
Only one I understand, those introverted heady kids
Staring back at mirrors cross-faded off of medical shit
But when we sit down in front of machines
Our gearts come clean, understand what I mean?

Get out of your head kid
Go out of your mind
We feel you through your music
And we know you’re on the rise
Cut the power – and we’re all lonely
Alone with our thoughts
And a pair of Sony’s
Haven’t met the devil
But we’ve met a couple cronies
They tend to cut us deep
To say they ain’t phony
What plays on your speakers
While you stare at neon lights?
All my inner demons have
The nastiest fights
The music’s dark and ugly
But I’m happy with my life
We’re grateful for our struggle
Cuz we spit through our strife

(Jake Louis)
With future CEOs bumpin’ Lupe Fiasco,
I say social justice they say chyeah bro,
Mind state is stat quo, economics macro,
Theory out the ass- but actually out the back door,
The facts low so I proceed to pack dro,
Hella passion but passive is how I act though,
Ok, intros first, see, sometimes I'm an introvert,
Especially when I cant sleep and my mind stays on like a like an infomercial
So in the light I say things that would make a producer cut to commercial,
But I just wanna raise spirits, make it scientific my lines are reverse-inertial,
Making ya see that life’s more than a long-ass hearse rehearsal,
Funny that this love dispersal is so god damn controversial.

(The Wilde)
Introversion is a problem for as long as you let it be
I control and I own mine so I can be a better me
I’ll never be a trendsetter, clever’s all I got
If I ever let my guard down I’ll be bought and sold-out
Shows is all I want, no money, no fame
Shameless self-promotion only minus the shame
I live my life for this movement, I’m a fan to a flame
I’m lucky I’m introvert, I win at head games

Get out of your head kid
Go out of your mind
We feel you through your music
And we know you’re on the rise
Cut the power – and we’re all lonely
Alone with our thoughts
And a pair of Sony’s
Haven’t met the devil
But we’ve met a couple cronies
They tend to cut us deep
To say they ain’t phony
What plays on your speakers
While you stare at neon lights?
All my inner demons have
The nastiest fights
The music’s dark and ugly
But I’m happy with my life
We’re grateful for our struggle
Cuz we spit through our strife
Track Name: Not for Sale (feat. Stephen Ahn)
Two kids, one guitar and a drum set
Two mics, December second, on a night to forget
A scrawny little punk and a European metalhead
One chord then two three four and here they go again
Seventy-five percent of those nights
They treated their basement like they were under the lights
Best shows they ever played were for walls of graffiti
I don’t know why I’m greedy now or need fame to feed me
I forget the afternoons we spent in Jason’s garage
With an 8-track, no Maybach, and sans an entourage
In the dead of February getting the kick to sound fat
Almost no one heard our songs and we were fine with that
It was back then I started to wonder if I could ever make it
Singing punk songs to four walls and the pavement
I would sing to escape and for the sake of creation
I wanted six million kids to us play in this place
But my location changed, it’s safe to say that so did my mind
My chemical makeup did and so did my style
Traded gratitude for attitude I’m mad at this new guy
Wish I was sixteen again, too angsty to lie

I’m a drunken punk kid, thin with eyes sunken in
Ego shrunken inwards inside out way with words
Heard of abstract hip-hop, got hooked and couldn’t stop
Listening and wishing I had rhymes to drop I put the
Pen to the paper to my mouth then to your ears
Don’t know when they’ll call me capable, nor how many years
I’ll have to wait but in the meantime I’ll transcend rejection
I’ll laugh with the fake smile when they tell me I don’t get it
Asking who I make my music for confused about my market
I make what I love, and I will starve to be an artist
Even though the days are long and sometimes each one’s the hardest,
Part of me is sure that these songs are where my heart is
When I don’t get supported or to open for my favorite bands
I can’t use a sample and dates change from other plans
I can’t spend my time silent violent or enraged or I gotta
Suck it up pick up my mic and live to spit another day

Not for sale
Though not for certain
Can’t decide
If this is worth it

Not for sale
Though not for certain
Can’t decide
If this is worth it
Track Name: s.u.o.i.x.n.A (Produced by The Gigantics)
Eternally dark, no time for sunshine
Onry on the beat, me on the moonshine
Up at odd hours, and even on the holidays
Spit it in the shower, write it down through the vapor haze
Gatorade and vodka, electrolytes and stupid,
Crumplin’ up papers, erasing old tracks for new shit
Used and lost it and threw it away
Wrote a new verse for three weeks three times a day
Nine to five’s my day job, next comes the night shift,
Next comes late night, next comes the mic shift
Music’s all important, not me more than the next
Truth is called recording, and not all of it’s been heard yet
Bet you blogs will get this but they won’t think it’s the best
So they don’t post-it, and I don’t get noticed, I think and I hope
That they know that I’m pissed off at them,
But I flip the on and off switch and do it all again
Bar 17, bars’ 21 plus, wanna look like I’m both so
I can drink on the bus, ride the muni to the Bus Stop
Pool with my friends, can’t talk about Pac Heights
Start the track again
Chillwave or dreamhop wakes me up in the morning
Breaching the gates of my bad dreams during which I was snoring
It’s bound to be a long day but rarely unexciting and
My eyes lose the battle cuz I’m out of bed and writing
Valium to sleep and adderall for my test today
This is what your teacher meant when he said give your best today
Competing for a job, sleep and spot in the rap game
Not the same as every guy in a snapback and frat tank
Not the same as every guy in a snapback and frat tank
Last name The Wilde, first name Into the
Labels like hell, but first like, who the..?
Man, you the man, thanks for listening man
This is probably play one, I’m your number one fan
Number one plan is to go and buy a planner
Number two is stare until I go and call my manager
Andrew can you help me organize my summer tour
He tells me venues won’t take me till I start to sell more
If I bust out the funk, can I please play your club?
You don’t have to pay and I promise all my friends will come,
All I have’s a laptop, guitar and I can rap some,
I’ll drive there myself, all I need’s a car and map son
There’s an app for that one, but none for the rap game
So I write it in Java like I can decompose fame
Boolean merchandise, do I have it? False
But while I stay true I hope you listen to it all
Cuz I’m tighter than the feeling in your chest during Otherside
I know I seem dark, but I swear I have a lighter side
Other than the sad rap, I’d have to say I’m weed rap
Opposite of Das Racist, white and I need rap
Not to feel black, but to really make an impact
Get the world on track at peace at intact
In fact, we should all kick back
Freestyle make me smile for the rest of the track?
Naw? I’ll take it, I can shoulder the burden
I’ll take the pain and fun of growing up and turn into words
Making hip-hop for the alternative nerds
Won’t make it to the mainstream mass cattle herds
But I’m saddled up baby and I’m ready to ride
My mind’s got a trench coat and I flash what’s inside
Self-esteem not high, but me? Yes.
I share what I own while I host you’re the guest
The best rapper in the room when it’s me and my desk
But Rhymesayers, Anticon ignore me unimpressed
I digress- I over-estimate and under dress
Very few in boat shoes and sweats find success
But I swear I’ll never ever lie reliable, Relient K,
Sometimes I confess I play their songs on a rough day
College kid making music thoughts of dropping out to play
But I wanna learn more so I have new things to say
Give me a mic stand and I can rap for the people cuz
Every band and every fan, man, we’re all created equal
There words are in my blood, if you cut me, I’ll bleed it
All I want is good music, trust me, we need it
Track Name: Breaking News from the Waiting Room
I’m fucking sick of hearing all these rappers’ hyperbolic stories
How they’re tearing up the clubs and selling drugs in their mid-forties
A man can make his money
But money don’t make him a man
They boost themselves up,
And then they put down their fans
I’m a small man with big plans
Doin shows for my family
And if one day that changes
And I blow up like Linsanity
I’ll never forget any one of my friends
I can’t erase where I have been
Built up and then broke down again
I’m glad I never I saw my end
I’ve seen where that shit leads
Into hospital waiting rooms
Families tense outside
Awaiting any news
And I’m like dude don’t go telling me
About the people you’re outselling
If you’ve been given a mic and voice
This world needs you yelling
Tell your fans to keep hope
And that their taste in music’s dope
And when their backs are against the ropes
That’s you’ve been there and you know
That you aren’t perfect
You have their attention, deserve it
Honestly show me a modest MC:
Not one? Just me?
Forget my face, forget my brand
Forget Myspace, I do what I can
To help because I’ve lost some people,
Lost some sleep and felt unequal
Pop stars, here’s the church
Allow me to raise the steeple
Write your own verses
Stop re-selling a sequel
I don’t freestyle about me
Cuz I don’t think it means shit
If I were to die tomorrow, I’d wanna stand by what I’ve spit
I have one goal in my life, for St. Peter to give me a pound-it
And tell me I left this world a better place than how I found it
I’m an actor mashing influences up to find my niche
Don’t need all the bread or all the cake just want a piece
And I’m not talkin’ guns, cuz all this fire needs to cease
The only bombs I ever wanna drop are over beats
Anxiety, depression and repression of emotions
I admit it over the kick, so that you feel me in the hope that you will
Meet me in the front row, steal my songs after the show
Put your hands up, and let yourselves go
Fuck guns, fuck money, fuck hooks, give hope
Misogynistic kids who think they’re prodigies are wrote
Egos take a backseat, I’ll assist you like an athlete
Maybe I just write like this cuz I wasn’t an athlete
Don’t know where the rap path leads, but I’m down to wander
Hip-hop, folk, punk-pop, we don’t need a genre
I’ve stated my purpose, I’ve given my mantra
By myself I am worthless, but with my fans I’ve got an entourage
Of all ages, a composite of all races
I don’t care where you come from, out of closets or cages
Help me, help yourself out, let’s create some changes
Let’s start now, today, and end up on the front page