Urban Alien Nation

by The Wilde

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Album produced by The Wilde, Co-Produced by Madluv. Features raps from Scarub of Living Legends and milo of Hellfyre Club. Vocals from Natalie Sullivan and Hannah Sears. Thank you so much for supporting independent hip-hop.

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released October 7, 2013

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The Wilde San Francisco, California

20 - Alt hip-hop

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Track Name: Name ≠ Ego
Back into the Wilde once more unto the breech
Politi-California straight preaching from the beach
Instagramming asshole pictures of my feet
Like I'm too cool for your startup I've already found my niche
Catch me at your local kinkos printing fliers for my shows
If bitches were my songs, then I'd be always bangin’ hoes
But I don't need those and I keep a low pro
So I do me in Latin like fuck a rapper's ego
Waking up and hoping that you noticed me and tweeted
While you lay awake last night and couldn't fall asleep
Now I'm busking on the city streets and trusting there's a plan for me
There must be because I'm lucky always gotten what I've needed
Heed these words read more talk less,
I bleed black ink whether happy or depressed
It leads me to insanity an aggravated mess
I gotta pop what's bottled up and finally de-stress

Every single day is the same, never changes
One step closer or I waste away
Give me a place to play or to lay my head down
All I want to do is make a name in this town

I'd like a tall stiff drink and a tangible problem
I've got some unhealthy thoughts and I lack a shrink to solve them
Want a more compelling narrative and a sound that wins comparisons
Like when your favorite rappers brag I wish I could embarrass them
But I’m using and abusing all the posts on your news feed,
Shamefully promoting songs for thumbs ups and streams
I'd rather scream through guitars and be beamed up to mars
Than compete with bands for shitty gigs at tenderloin bars
I want a joint and a car and destination far away from
All civilization and urban alienation
Give me friends who hate phone screens and actually know me
The ends justify the means if you don't like it, blow me
It's lonely in my lab and I've been staring at this view
Determined not to lose but still inspired by the truth
San Francisco wants a change and
I’m gonna bring to them soon
I’ll make em see me make me happy
Give em something new

Every single day is the same, never changes
One step closer or I waste away
Give me a place to play or to lay my head down
All I want to do is make a name in this town
Track Name: Leaving the Living Dead
Want that fell asleep at sunrise last night
Never saw it coming in the west coast waves
But I’m on that tryna get my feet back street that
Need to relax and misbehave

Take a trip to the land of the sundown drink
Where the views improve when you have time to think
To a world where the wires in the walls aren’t linked
To the beating of your heart and your thoughts in the ink
No phone, no shoes, no service
Just what I want, keep my conversations earnest
Just us few and skinny j burning
Not a know it all we live what we’re learning
We can exist in a million realities
In one land but we’re living in a fallacy
With one hand I can leave what’s around me
But living in the now helps you finally feel free
Won’t work all day all year for life
So I can make the paper to pay for my funeral
I’ll cut the cords that keep me up at night
The wilde is calling I don’t plan to stand still

Want that fell asleep at sunrise last night
Never saw it coming in the west coast waves
But I’m on that tryna get my feet back street that
Need to relax and misbehave

All I ever need is the tide and night sky
A bottle on a the beach and a reason why
History can move on and leave me behind
And no one can touch me and I’ll feel just fine
If you feel so inclined you can join me and leave them
Peace to the living the living dead lie here and grieve them
Bury all your things in time capsule deep then
Wait it out with me till future retrieves them
I hope that those people will be powered on brain waves
And bubble gum and hip-hop are cultural mainstays
If the world is the same when I check if it’s changed
I’ll be hacking into our cultural mainframe
We’ll read left to right again, and need breath to speak
I’ll shut down the media give voice to the weak
We’ll have 30 hour days, only two in a school week
Depression will be gone we won’t see things so bleak

Want that fell asleep at sunrise last night
Never saw it coming in the west coast waves
But I’m on that tryna get my feet back street that
Need to relax and misbehave
Track Name: Off the Map (feat. Natalie Sullivan)
City lights roof back cruising down our streets
Nice little view through the fog and some new beats
My girl next to me in the passenger seat The world out in front of us tonight we are free
Smoke rings fast food and back seat love
Driving like a video game I'm tryna level up
All my devils gone cuz she keeps them at bay
No apples no doctors just this once a day
We were trapped in the rat race then flash in the fast lane
Never ones to wait we can make our own places
Hard to stay grounded when faced with open spaces
Down to run up and leave life is sweet taste it
We cross the golden gate take one look and book it
Paradise or bust find gold or keep looking
Home is where open road is totally empty
We're alone in this together two hearts and an engine

Call me Mario Andretti or lead foot or better yet
A getaway driver for work week survivors
Weekend escapism races for sanity
Finally someone understands we don't need a plan b
Plan to have adventures leave our tenures of boredom
Spending June to September driving through California
We'll sit by the Pacific till its burned into our cornea
Specific destinations are unknown but according to
Our summer sun tans and the feeling of your hands
All roads lead home GPS set to sand
They will catch us if they can but they can't track us down
We'll fly under under their radar till we choose to drive out
Starry nights brights on the stereo plays our song
The type of trip to make you never wanna call mom
Soon it will end till then we're independent

Can't last forever but it's still worth pretending
Never outta gas and
We're never coming back
Going off the beaten path
Right on track
Never outta gas
Often off the map

Leaving for the weekend And we're never coming back
SOMA to Sonoma, Santa Rosa to Oakland
The Bay to Monterey, down the 1 over the ocean
110 on the 101, soaking up the summer sun
Third Eye Blind’s Semi-Charmed Life, let me run
Getaway Mendocino, up in Napa sippin’ Pinot
Warped tour, Mountain View, kick it with the emo kids
See my dudes in Santa Cruz, San Jose video shoot
Stinson beach, week or two, swisher sweet, sunroof
Cops don’t stop us, never get caught up,
Everywhere we thought up, been there, got some
Thin blue air the wind in our hair,
Young and reckless, not scared

Never outta gas and
We're never coming back
Going off the beaten path
Right on track
Never outta gas
Often off the map
Leaving for the weekend
And we're never coming back
Track Name: How to Stay Young
You can have my bones and
You can have my music but you
You can have my clones and
Can’t have my soul yet
You can have my bones and
You can have my clones and
You can have my music but you
Can’t have my soul yet
Don’t panic, don’t trip
Don’t freak, don’t flip
Just breathe, grow up
Can’t sleep, so what
Stress out, hide out
A mess now, lie about it
Tell yourself it’s alright
Stay up writing all night

I can't say why I picked a passion in which I was sure to struggle
See myself in Harry Potter I'm a helpless fucking muggle
I'm allergic to sports but I always gotta hustle
And I'm good at sex and hugging but still working on my snuggle
Bout as thuggish as a Buzzfeed blogger, sans pretension
I talk like I know but I'm filled with apprehension
Attack tracks one at a time like fighting evil henchmen
I intend to break into your mind and make you see a new dimension
Time to look inside and find the kid they couldn't kill
They can test me, stalk me, feed me pills
But I'm living summer and I'm permanently chill
If my youth is dead then this is my will

If my youth is dead then this is my will

You can have bones and
You can have my clones and You can have my music but you
Can't have my soul yet
You can have my bones and
You can have my music but you
You can have my soul and
Can’t have my soul yet
You can have my bones and
You can have my soul and
You can have my music but you
Can’t have my soul yet
Don’t panic, don’t trip
Don’t freak, don’t flip
Just breathe, grow up
Can’t sleep, so what
Stress out, hide out
A mess now, lie about it
Tell yourself it’s alright
Stay up writing all night
Track Name: Urban Alien Nation (Album Version)
I am the product of the voice on the beat
And the snap-back-hat wearin’ guy on the street
Armed with a fender strat and an mpc
In the booth confessing on your mp3s
I am the sum of every record I own
I remember every word and I recite em like poems
Not worldwide known but world wide web grown
The more music I played the less I seemed to feel alone
So when you hear this song, you can throw it in your music box
Put me in your headphones let me seep into your thoughts
When you’re walking through the downtown blocks in your city
Feeling stressed out, overwhelmed and generally shitty
You can let this little message nestle deep inside your brain
Get it in your head and then embed it in your veins
When everything is pain and you can’t even explain it
You can patch up your gashes with tracks and this who to blame it on

Fuck your social media,
Reality TV,
All your needy friends
And your Netflix fees
Fuck all your dues to pay
Just wanna live free
All my isolated homies
Get down with me

All we wanna do is bump beats and rhyme
All we wanna do is just waste our time
All we wanna do is play songs you hate
All we wanna do is this and it feels fucking great

I am the quotient of stress over bullshit
Walking by the waterfront and staring at the ocean
But a tidal wave of bass hits ears and on that notion
I’m at peace with my anxiety and I am fucking coastin’
Everything gets worse till you empower yourself
If you don’t always feel it, you have music to help
Those who don’t understand, they can go to hell
Don’t explain your lifestyle, music keeps your well
You are healthy and alive, in your prime and in your youth
You never even need to be the loudest in the room
When you walk in, the bass kicks… boom
If you are what eat, then it’s beats you consume

Fuck your social media,
Reality TV,
All your needy friends
And your Netflix fees
Fuck all your dues to pay
Just wanna live free
All my isolated homies
Get down with me

All we wanna do is bump beats and rhyme
All we wanna do is just waste our time
All we wanna do is play songs you hate
All we wanna do is this and it feels fucking great

I am the difference between blink-18-2pac
I spit to span the spectrum from old rap to new rock
Singing back lyrics to from Black Keys to Hot Chip
Biggie to dead prez, bigger than hop-hip
Bigger than a genre more than a feeling
I figured out that music shit was the best way of dealing
Cheaper than the therapy and better than the drugs
Prescribe me a track, sit back and feel the buzz
From the back of the class to the front of the club
I feel you man and I've been there lemme show you some love
Lose it to the music cuz you can't get enough
Use it to forget like your past wasn't rough
Rap, pop and rock and roll, grab it cop it, let it flow
Out your window cuz you know it's what you got inside your soul

Fuck your social media,
Reality TV,
All your needy friends
And your Netflix fees
Fuck all your dues to pay
Just wanna live free
All my isolated homies
Get down with me

All we wanna do is bump beats and rhyme
All we wanna do is just waste our time
All we wanna do is play songs you hate
All we wanna do is this and it feels fucking great
Track Name: Greatest Fear (feat. milo)
I’m scared that my sheets will swallow me in my sleep and suck me down deep
Into the depths of despair
When I regain consciousness I’ll be astonished if I don’t need a gas mask to breathe the air
Every new song will be factory made and we’ll accept our doomed fate as fact that remains
Then earthquakes and hurricanes will rattle the nation and we’ll pretend not to know why the affected locations
Are mostly filled with the urban poor and there’ll be a plan to fix it that congress won’t vote for
And more and more we’ll notice mass media is fruitless and our noble quest for new stuff has rendered us useless

And I can’t do shit
And I can’t do shit
And I can’t do shit

My hands in my pockets touring the apocalypse and watching all the rocket ships fly away
All the important people sent to space, Bill Gates, Jay-Z, the president, the Yankees
And frankly, no one will ever even look for me, left off the shuttles with no book to read
Think my ideas fell on deaf ears and cold hearts, I’m scared I’m unoriginal my best years had no spark
This fear trumps resilience I’m anything but brilliant my life is a joke whose delivery is killing it
Afraid I won’t prevent this or even make a difference and this song will echo my entire existence

And I can’t do shit
And I can’t do shit
And I can’t do shit

When my pen’s out of ink and my heads out of verses I’m hoping I’ll be over that fear
And maybe one day if you hear what I say, you can finally fall asleep head clear

milo:
That’s a dead deer
Ahem
Maybe perhaps i can't do shit
But i certainly can dual wield q-tips
And clean smudges off miniature armoires
And give gatekeepers with stiff hands, arm bars
I'm not scared of the dark
Or to wave my freak flag around the creeps at the park
Watch me translate anguish with a beat pad
Watch me cultivate the hairline of Charlie Sheen's dad
That seems rad and fear is dumb
Wear sheer leggings that reveal your bum
Don't call back those bill collectors
Don't find jobs in the private sector
Grow oranges, change your name to Hector
Avoid buying knives from vector
Et cetera, et cetera
Decorate the dark hallways with poinsettias
Don't befriend people called trendsetters
Because they're liars and fibbers black hat spies and Indian givers
Be generous with thai food deny the antecedent
And give stink eyes to guys who are rude

It's that easy
It's that easy
It is absolutely that easy.
Track Name: Twenty
I’m feelin like an idiot, I’m feeling like a failure
I’m feelin’ like I’m fuckin’ up and I am going nowhere
Hand cramps, band camp, no rhythm, can’t dance
Every day I wake up it gets harder to stand
I wanna catch a break like a surfer, can’t plan it
Gotta sit and wait and paddle every fucking day’s a battle
Ax and brawl, sonata, adderall
Add it all up I’m a zero, gutter ball
What are my motives? What do I want?
To get over myself and express my thoughts
But I’m getting pretty brainwashed pain washed down the drain
All the drinks, drugs, and melatonin mashes up my brain
Insane like a headcase, in case you inquired
Questioning my own spark and feeling uninspired
Nineteen I can’t retire, can’t lie though man it haunts me,
What if I want the world but the world doesn’t want me?


The give us pills for depression age fifteen
Generation RX are you with me?
I know that you’re out there, I know you can hear me
Seen too many attempts and no one thought clearly


Feelin’ like I don’t care, like I don’t even want it
I didn’t want to say it but I think you caught on
I’m a long ways away from where I was when I began
Though I’ve gotten better never got a master plan
Just a plastered bastard rapper slash a musical disaster
Just an asshole when depressed and the rest I’m just an actor
Lack of motivation plays the culprit as a factor
And I used to wanna be something now I’m just a slacker
Waking up now and it’s past noon, hacking a lung in the bathroom
Passed out last night did it cuz it felt right
Dude you got a light? I’m burning at both ends
Family friends and classes getting fucked up again
One hand got a bottle and the other got a pen
Writing on a thin line and feeling on edge
See it through my lens in the theatre of my mind
Get fucked up therefore I am wasting my fucking time

(Shoutout to Descartes)

The give us pills for depression age fifteen
Generation RX are you with me?
I know that you’re out there, I know you can hear me
Seen too many attempts and no one thought clearly

I made it to Twenty
I made it to Twenty
I made it to Twenty
You can’t take that from me

I made it to Twenty
I made it to Twenty
I made it to Twenty
And I’m not done yet

I made it to Twenty
I made it to Twenty
I made it to Twenty
Got a million left

The give us pills for depression age fifteen
Generation RX are you with me?
I know that you’re out there, I know you can hear me
Seen too many attempts and no one thought clearly
Track Name: Most Improved Player (A Self-Portrait)
Planet earth, box set
Calvin Hobbes, Fox trot
Ted Talks, bagels lox
Aimless and lost
Famous in my thoughts
But I rarely leave my head
And I get down when the beat drops
And chill in the tree tops

Waffle crisp and coffee 2:15 in the evening
I'm either writing or sleeping
And hibernation's last season
I'm need of motivation for another profession
For when rhymes don't make rent but till then it's a blessing
I can make a mean panini, I'd be down to be a genie
I could write for your zine or you could let me run the media
Reading Wikipedia pages about some evil lair
Playing Madden 08 as Steve McNair
Because this is who I really am
Yeah this is who I really am
Because this is who I really am
They wonder why am I rapping and I wonder why they're not
The worlds full of villains and I call em on their plots
Michael Cera plays my characters write Super Bad raps
I am youth in revolt with an Mbox and snaps

Never one to battle not that into myself
I don't talk money not that into the wealth
My disposition sunny and I wish you good health
Got a most improved player trophy up on my shelf

I'm eating Oreos and apples sipping white rum and snapple
I'm pretty shy in person I don't tend be an asshole
At my desk making a press kit at eleven on a Saturday
While my friends are doing bad shit like they're ratchet at a frat
And maybe I'm the weird one I find other people draining
But I hate to be alone and I say this to explain
That I'm a contrasting hypocrite who tries hard not a give a shit
Doing nothing for the thrill of it winning praise due to forfeit
Self-pity's so morbid though and this self portrait ain't Van Gogh
This is simply me I just record it and jam slow
They ignore it cuz it's not torrid stick to the status quo
But Imma get my recognition cuz my timings apropos

Because this is who I really am
Yeah this is who I really am
Because this is who I really am

Never one to battle not that into myself
I don't talk money not that into the wealth
My disposition sunny and I wish you good health
Got a most improved player trophy up on my shelf
Track Name: Urban Liberation (feat. Scarub of Living Legends)
Listen to riff-raff trying to sell itself
Talking weed, money bitches sounds like everybody else
I am simply synthesis, antithesis of this shit
Wishing it was different so i'll preach it till it is
White like Vanilla Ice, Miller and Macklemore
Can't jump, can't dunk, can't slap backboards
All my tracks slaps even though I don't stack more
Smack nerds back to the burbs if they call me dirty words
Call me Peter Pan never grow up
Captain of the hooks, good looks, or close enough
Most of my shit isn't boastin', it's love
And I'm coastin' and toasted and tryna have fun with it
Wallet's got ones, and I don't need your stuff
I don't tote guns and I don't buy the fluff
All I need are real friends, sun, and sand to post up
Dark lens days, long nights, west coast, yup!

Listen to the pop stars trying to climb the pop charts
It all sounds the same like they're processed: pop tarts
I don't claim to be the best and I don't need the title either
Only beats homies and trees so I can't float into the ether
Modern day McCandless your parents can't handle it
I tell them I make hip-hop they look at me like damn
I'm a wet cement vandalist and musical anarchist
Hustling on my own hoping my destiny will manifest
Pray for the best and expect the gutter
In the past ten years I grew up out of my stutter
Want my flow to steer me clear of tidal waves like a rudder
You can use them all for baking because they're smooth like PAM
Up in the booth like Shaq, Shazam
Here’s a brand new beat made for TV, KaBlam!
It’ll never make it here, but it’s big in Japan
I’ll damn up the mainstream and start my own brand

This is urban liberation
For an alien nation
Tune into your own station
And embrace the sensation

Scarub:
I’m not one for boarders, I be scaling them
Out this new world order, taking trails that bend
I don’t follow, don’t understand, or deal with them
Laws of nature; only rules, nothing realer than
No cloned chromosomes, I stand alone
Amongst a flock of sheep, I’m an alien
You’re not from where I’m going, different time zone
We don’t form the same crop circles, fill you in
I’m like helium, when you breathe; exhale with a higher form of speech
High pitch like throwing over trees, rock hard like I’m boating over seas
Interstellar aviator surfing audio waves on your receiver
Put an ear to the speaker
Hear me flow over beats, I just coast like a beach, stay a float with a speech
At my leisure
The less I care what you think I feel free-er
Shooting star on my way to Mars
And yes I’m rare, don’t you blink, while I’m here
I’m just passing through, suspect at large
Urban liberation living with no hesitations
Creative thinking mixed and merged with imagination
Swerving and chasing mines, dream catching, time racing
Got to streamline, emerge out the situation
So many trends, hash tags, and fads
This alien nation is hard to get a grasp
Get a grip, get a clue, get a pass
Life’s a trip. How long will you last?
I tune out and tune into my own station
And listen to my intuition like a broadcast
The moon in out, and they say the sky is the limitation
But on the surface of it, isn’t there some new paths?
So I’m embracing the sensation
Change the future right now; build a better past
Haters gonna hate, turn it into motivation
Originate like the greats, until we’re free at last.

This is urban liberation
For an alien nation
Tune into your own station
And embrace the sensation