1. Title Page

I take a shot no regret if it's blocked they wait and plot tryna get at the fox how many odds have I beaten so far? in a Saab rag top  dropped to see the stars  hit the beach and re-charge ain’t living large but I’m largely living many miles apart from beginning in that small spot atop a hair salon  in north Spokane and mom in the kitchen me and Ryan eyes glued to the television sit and listen the picture blacked and white imagination made the colors vivid flashing bright but kept acting like the bastard that I was  unwed mother  she emanated with love and still does  the real stuff I thank her but it ain't enough for raising us the different pressures that she went through always made it tougher large temper and felt different I got tested learned lessons too hard headed  get it? why even stress it the blessing is fleeting anyways I’m gnashing teeth the wrath increases when the weather change and rain is shining on the streets a streak of evergreen I’m speaking for the renegades disseminating energy
(giving everything
speaking for the renegades disseminating energy)

but fuck the farmer and his armament  for feather weights  He’ll never catch me not tomorrow  never any day this D. Fox is  too obnoxious for them anyway and every loss that I’ve ever taken just served to motivate wait, only all-stars can relate move tapes no breaks no holiday never rest on my laurels morals set the stage meaning if I aim to achieve it  I'm going all the way  ayy I’m just hoping that you do the same here to tell you it's possible if you just believe met Gas after undergrad he was a 17 banging on the pads making racket  and lacking self esteem  told him put in the work you gonna see your dreams keep on making those beats until your fingers bleed he brought it into existence through sweat and elbow grease  combination vision and rhythm mixing with melodies love that all it was  all it ever be they can try to justify hate but it won’t make us change no blood relation  but brotherhood in another vein never ever fronting I got your back  in the heavy rain we made the album the track slapping is medicine if they ever try to attack us  we’ll stand together fam Damn we gonna get it in  and praise Allah for these bars written in reverence hence here we are in the present tense Gaspar, Fox is fantastic  and thats my brethren that means forever man  now that that's been established we the rest begin.  (we let the rest begin now that thats been established we let the rest begin) 

3. The Way it Used to Be 
I said let’s talk about the way - I said the way it used to be  but you won't ever make a wave  if you stay waiting on the beach I said let’s talk about the way - I said the way it used to be  but you won’t ever change the game until you change your strategy  committed murder with words up I need acknowledgment   Twitter all over Kanye I need a following  wrote a comment  to problems thats looking ominous you quoted us a column you saw up in The Economist I'm honored you'd even shit up on my consciousness for college kids to practice recreation building tolerance in scholarships they author the reports all up in their offices the following retort: I’m lost inside the forest paying homage with an offering of marijuana flores to  the sorceress of Socrates poppin' off these operas like coppers do minorities and crooked law enforcement that’s the worst type of authority It's sore to see  the privilege you afforded me all because of pigment for an ignorant majority but fuck that shit and the government too I'm an ugly motherfucka’ making love in the booth and coming over all these poser rappers yappin' on cue about their shoes  and their Motorolas flashin' on who?  got a stash of liquid acid flippin' tabs for a deuce to undergrads who only understand  with half of a clue I been jacking up percentages for sedatives too but yo they spending daddy’s cash so it ain’t nothing to loose now what it do? I’m back on the scene that’s with the team to blast and get it crackin' like the glass on my screen then come unglued like sticker backs and crackin' a brew a six pack just to sit relax and slappin’ a tune then flew the coup with elusiveness you couldn't pursue wearing Supersonics Gary, Nate and shawn On the shoot like 96-98 could mix the grape and the goose  when Dusty up to uffin’ nothing But no muthafucking good I’m a goon  throwing rocks at the moon  cutting loose spilling blood over Gaspar  loops when I do  we in the suits jungtelly living live on the move and given up on giving fucks cause I got nothing to prove  just me rolling up these mustard greens for something to do puffin’ Dutches In the mothership discussing the news It's D. Fox set to chop on the tune and make moves  I been bustin' out the box and getting lost in the stu I'm past due like notices my focus improved so fuck the last I need to drop something new that's something soon

(what’s taking you so long Fox!?) I said let’s talk about the way - I said the way it used to be  but you won't ever make a wave  if you stay waiting on the beach I said let’s talk about the way - I said the way it used to be  but if you won’t ever change the game until you change your strategy 


5. Picasso Jasper
 empiricist  rhyme scheme terrorist cheffin' up these lyrics from Iran to the pyramids Write graffiti Nefertiti type specificness  hieroglyphic images penmanship ridiculous witty  when he’s running on tracks Olympic committees couldn't fund the attack coming in last low numbers but this summer be back-to-back packing double headers put the cork in the bat Pete Rose grows trees cold lumber the jack serving them packs so loud you can tell where he’s at just from the Pine-Sol smells that emit from the bag me Gaspar, Ruf, Murk, Keys and J. Mac  we at the pad Holgate north of the flats bumpin Andre Nikatina getting weeded and dabbed to straight glass four seasons I been meaning to pass but couldn’t act low key as if you needed to ask  now where you at? where you at?  I been deep inside the aether blowin' speakers out the mothafuckin’ lab so where you at? where you at? I keep broadcasting on frequencies these people didn't even know they have redundant bummer the punishment leveraged for addiction binge and purge on a nervousness that I love to visit split decision envision conjugal visits with unprotected  betting on pestilence  from the pussy damn people fucking on cue  I was always up to nothing gave me something to do now what it do? oh that something was you? we can jump into assumptions like a puddle or pool been in love  with rebuttals so I level with you since you can’t have me hope you settle for truth I'm an asshole beating on the drum til’ it bruise plus a natural with the rhythm meant to a carry tune  oh cathartic honor my conscious could need a therapist another love addicted drug afflicted heretic arrogant American heritage no comparison embarrassing the man in the mirror that's why you’re hearing this glass half empty reflection that’s when the feelin' hits exorcism all in the message could give the spirit lift healing shit better left to the past and found a different way to cope until I caught a relapse so where you at? where you at?  been deep inside the aether blowin' speakers out the mothafuckin’ lab now where you at? where you at? I keep broadcasting on frequencies these people didn't even know they had 


7. Synergy: We ain’t announce it they ain’t know that it was coming Gas is on the track and  Dusty Fox is really jumpin' jump in on the beat to make it go kinda feel like a scrappin' to swing and take the blows here we go the reasons all completely are his own and these people that see pieces of him barely even know what the scope is  hitting these notes but losing focus lost up in the smoke could start choke it’s like a goldfish outta’ aqua the saga is never over they bulldoze The Rose and buildin’ another condo on a eviction notice or re-poing the Honda no sleep keep belief put ya teeth to the grind stone but the machine  just rage on (Rajon) like Rondo with no point to guard I point to god and wonder why the world is so corrupted people going under and one coin to toss I wish I had another while the world is so corrupted people going under under under get that coke and sell it under under  get that dro and mail it under understand where you stand at trippin’ fallin’ but it's all where you land at learn the lesson  don’t be foolish in your hustle if fox is in the chicken coup  you know that you’re in trouble I’m just tryna’ keep it level I just eat and keep it mellow I been teething on their marrow tossing pieces to Cordero and bringin’ speeches on his meters of percussion but these beliefs are really not up for discussion while you’re fronting on my thesis I’ll be out collecting mushrooms on the beaches with a breezy that could probably teach you something bout’ ya flows nose cocaine no goals you spitting in my ear  the end of every fucking show like I’m HOV but Dusty Fox is far from a star matter fact I ain’t getting love from none of these blogs I’m just rapping over tracks to bare emotional scars in the hopes that these thunder clouds  could break and depart lost taking my tragedy and making it art cause in this land of lost causes cautions no blunder and while the world is so corrupted  people going under

under under get that coke and sell it under under  get that dro and mail it under understand where you stand at trippin’ fallin’ but it's all where you land at

(under under lord I’m going under)

9. Two Week Retreat (we see the colors half baked in the sun disguised as something beautiful pollution falls all around us in particles of orange and pink we breathe in the beauty of our own demise relishing the moment with a photograph we share on-line look at me look at me look at me) two week retreat to lease life again to face defeat and not try again well that’s tantamount to sin If you can't amount to shit  fuck it how you gonna win? all of these lies that I told myself the secrets that you keep and that you never tell well it’s just lil ol' me three years deep in a love sick disease with degrees  that’ll freeze the feet face defeat frost bitten lost smitten coughin' in disease tangled the sheets tryna' generate some heat while my generation sleeps OD’s on IG screens see... life is but a scheme If you’re righteous  you can bleed but the right don’t always lead follow what I mean? while the lock is on the key and the crop is of the tree I’ll be the fox you’ll be the sheep conflict and belief huntin’ for relief mud under my fingernails and blood upon my teeth  fuck your ethics and regressions what is found a finder keeps find release on beat the creep is so deep indeed let it be only taking what I need I just prey on the weak to eat  don’t you see? when all hope is lost 5 years right here the same smokers cough I hate these fake ass rappers you think I love myself? sharpening my fangs in this living hell well reality’s a bitch and I used to fuck her hard until we had to call it quits and shit… that’s motivation for nothing torch and a nail  always fronting  fuck it take another dab let the hour glass pass tip a flask full of sour mash back on my ass the passion only lasts when practicing the craft or packing up my bags man please want to leave - can’t get away from me need to change - not sure who to be complete incompetence inverted empathy D. Fox could be his own worst enemy

10. Hood Cruiser

faded skating what a rare escape tearing tape bliss known swiss bones get ya bearings straight flip zones 6 clones of the rarest grape germinate loaded the bong and let it percolate smoke strong when we on and always working late deep uncharted escape been in the perfect place only here till you gone I wanna surf that wave birds of prey pickin' off these kittens and small invertebrates fuck what you heard them say I don't observe the fakes surfacing in multiple currents I learned to drift away while snake witches is slithering chasing currency like currently their sole pursuit is surface level purchasing more commercials and servitude to the true elite who dine upon us like a heard of beef murder-meat certainly  flipping them burgers thats full of fur and teeth working these drones til’ the bone is gone mercy please lord - this is an emergency  more police shootings assume the worst of me too subversive in service to what I yearn see a perfect balance of peace love and community plus true bond with my brothers and others near to me the dearly departed my mother, the cousins, Rufus P. cause y’all a part  of who I grew to be and constantly pushing me farther in the pursuit of dreams who be moving on an aircraft over moon lit seas? soon to see  been a student to the music scene pursuing two degrees shrewdly jazz life hyping up reporters in order  to do the news for free other people I don't choose to be snooze asleep finally I see that their labels are not defining me your fucking righteousness can die or go get Lyme disease it's time to sneeze at any other rapper who be tryna' squeeze find a beat  buddy who you pine to be? the smallest stump or highest tree? potential that's inside the seed  lightning strikes precisely igniting Let the fire free everything is so Devine  or lately that’s been my belief ants on the counter tops static falling all around us  been off the counter balance silence - blow the loudest of flower hands are calloused from challenges pulling 9 an hour blood, sweat, tears to this shit I couldn't count the gallons survival spiritualist they try to hide the ballots conniving characteristic of some violent cowards private terror we witness on a nightly hour don't let hate kill your soul we gotta fight the power I'll understand when I'm older I said in my confusion turn on the high and just vibin’   the skies a vibrant hue and I'm only human the music is moving me into it do you intuit the movement? The ruins looted ruthless why we assuming?  pursuing the truth while we elude it I'm in the mood to get zooted and kick some rhymes that’s fluid ramen noodles and brew is upon the top of food lists foolishness is hittin' your prime before your time to prove it serendipitous symmetry building cinder blocks sing-alongs getting me high inside the synagogue second temple, the shrine, devine in pentecost stars tabernacle to cross the crescent and the mosque on the surface of Mars that’s why the service lost serpentine patterns no stopping me like a renaissance  from the cot to the coffin I'm pausing often and lost in the many sauces my conscious is fucking good gone hoppin’ obstacles coughing up kamikaze and constantly dropping comments you copying leave my shit alone audible I'm on the offensive and bout to send you home while my esophagus spittles a bit of tremolo  pennin’ poems race to the finish  who got the chemical? drug brain stained with the mineral  I been sinning for way too long and I probably will again grab a mothafuckin’ beer then a pen get it in



11. Undertow:
 lately I been waking up  shaken up unremembered dreams from the night before taking up space in my mind scape racing for the open door subconscious from the surface to the ocean floor surfing through this world on a broken board
hoping for homeostasis  and getting close results total emersion that's in the perfect storm  pressin' on using the currents to keep my head afloat ebb-and-flow put through the paces I’m left to tread alone assumptions you chain to me need let ‘em go the hatred that burdens me weighing down my soul and certainty of all that I'm facing if I don't take control paid in full lost to continuum in this under tow regardless of minimums or the price of gold life is so precious and bold I need to stay afloat episodes nightly unfolded on this microphone it’s one of the realist so you swear you gonna to kill it (you don’t even know) the single dropping soon you know they gonna feel it (you don’t even know) it’s so appealing  now you headed for the ceiling (you don’t even know) to get it it poppin' off you gonna make a million (you don’t even know, no) old soul calculus lost in the intangible chemical analog animal  with the antidote answer for amateur emphasis in this game of rap pictures posing for cameras on a rented ‘Lac gold teeth over cavities with no dental plan crackers that’s taking ‘bout trappin’ ain’t never touched a sack I guess it's all smoke and mirrors bureaucrat office empiricist interference damn now who the fuck got the remedy? empathy ample in energy for the hungry listeners monkey wrench to the factory  doing funny business  actively running the numbers up under bad inventions  white privilege and benjamins sayin' fuck the system good intention aside that was a desperate try back up in this for vengeance Like Tyson ’95 fresh out of prison forgiveness is nowhere on the mind it’s one of the realist so I know I’m gonna to kill it (you don’t even know) the single dropping I know know you’re gonna feel it (you don’t even know) it’s so appealing  how I’m headed for the ceiling (you don’t even know) I’ll get it it poppin' off I’m gonna make a million (you don’t even know, no)




13. 900 though I’ve been living out the motion rose is potent to blow put a pedal to the breeze selling trees by O back when 17 degrees  was the seasonal low and had me chefin’ up  the feast to bring the heat to the cold  so if you ‘bout it then you just nod to the truth how this animal cracker ever get in the the stu? swimming around like a seal in the sound inside the booth been down since 9th grade man 11.02 spray paint stains  8 shades stayed on my shoes to make moves I was 5'2  stupid and rude no clue  no movement  and nothing to do old dreams of the Testarossa never came true now it's  moon roof Tesla Roadster several goons hit the dunes with a quap of some shrooms and pop booms yo the squad talk to God when we choppin' on tunes Gaspar smash hard like a rock on the lose knock in the coupe ‘cause loosing ain't an option to choose and go yard so far you need binoculars dude helicopters and rockets couldn’t top what we do  spit bars that’s raw so you just nod and approve  now what it do? you say you’re working hard where's the proof? me and Rufus probably coppin’ a Saab with no jobs  and it's Dusty T. Fox so you can follow pursuit and get lost while we’re  sparking up enjoying the view (now what it do?)

some of the things I’ve seen may leave you breathless paint a picture with these words ’til you smell the essence remember the past but we live in the present with dreams of riding in a Saab with gold BBS’s now everybody want to live that life of luxury but few are down to grind and put up the fee some weather the storm others change the weather either make your dreams reality or fall asleep forever it’s whatever deep in southeast I put the weed in the bowl moret juice than Sammy Sosa with mimosas to pour open ended like an ocean that’s opposed the shore ‘cause deep emotion got me scoping  every pen in the store just to scribble out these opuses you soak and absorb the pulse and the force the cursive that was opening doors yo a Molotow can is mightier than the sword pulls words down to earth like a compass to north spilling over from these pages like a puddle of course I'm lost ‘cause fuck it when it rains then it pores In Portland, Oregon where my porch is like the neighborhood bar making songs for you to light it up  and bang in the car we all tryna' find a way in the fog  so be gone in the darkness of the morning I get out and explore hitting tags all over the land with cold hands I'm a full grown man no plan to get caught  Skate off

some of the things I’ve seen may leave you breathless paint a picture with these words ’til you smell the essence remember the past but we live in the present with dreams of riding in a Saab with gold BBS’s now everybody want to live that life of luxury but few are down to grind and put up the fee some weather the storm others change the weather either make your dreams reality or fall asleep forever it’s whatever

14. This Rain a new Gas to blast new sacks assassins move fast and tracks get bloom-blapped  you know D.Fox with the flow fantastic since the day I stumbled out in the cold now here we go Gaspar on control that’s Akai level 5 times double zero the 404s and different exposes kill posers corner stores tagged on the road they didn’t notice oceans seen from the interstate mossy coast lifer these dreams could make the weather change rainy days turned to the season of the lemonade eighty some degrees in the breeze a full dinner plate wait man its all dream I ain’t trying to wake man it’s all a dream so let me sleep a while  keep it down don’t be loud please for at least an hour the day can wait for now theta brain waves overpower what was I thinking bout? oh fuck it never mind  we could save this whole discussion for a better time lately I been feeling  this belief in my soul the reason that we’re breathing ain't conveniently known  just patterns made of pieces  that could seem to be whole blasting way past Saturn on the way to get home  I’m in the zone long gone the calm is automatic  white noise radio static in bad traffic  back at it relapse I'm a rap addict It's Gaspar Fox is fantastic and that's about it…