I'm in My Own World

I'm in My Own World
soce, the elemental wizard

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I Miss You by soce, the elemental wizard
© 2003 Andrew Singer

After the sunlight washes over the canyons,
And there’s only moonshine, you are my companion.
After the sun’s rays wash over your body,
Then you can hear me whispering sweet nothings.
I miss you.

It’s been a long time, and I miss your touch.
Warm, firm, strong and guiding, but soft, like soap suds.
Memories of being with you helped me focus
All my energies into writing this opus,
But the truth is I can never get you back. I hope you’re still intact.
You’re probably packed somewhere in the attic.
I automatically think back to when it was a habit
To watch you move animated like magic. (Wizardry)
I vividly remember the classic imagery of having you mimic me.
Individually, you’d shine one at a time. You were one of a kind.
It was good to know someone was mine.
But some of the time, I’d suddenly find,
I became sullen cuz I wasn’t touch your mind,
So I abandoned you after a game of peek-a-boo.
What a thing to do, but hey, I still think of you.

After the sunlight washes over the canyons,
And there’s only moonshine, you are my companion.
After the sun’s rays wash over your body,
Then you can hear me whispering sweet nothings.
I miss you.
I miss you.

And it ain’t like life doesn’t go on.
I put my show on, can only prolong for so long.
I gotta continue and find a new venue.
Search every menu. I tend to
Idealize the times when I was younger.
Romanticize the days before I had the hunger.
I was free to relax and view the whole world with wonder
From the crackle of the fire to the flash of the thunder. (Elements)
I could tell a friend anything, and it was relevant.
Didn’t have to be elegant. I watched a lot of television.
Well, that’s the same as today, but back then,
I wasn’t fazed by the games people play, everything was okay.
My own name was Scoe way before it was ordained soce,.
I miss the years when the laughter flowed freely,
And everything was perfect, just like on the TV.

After the sunlight washes over the canyons,
And there’s only moonshine, you are my companion.
After the sun’s rays wash over your body,
Then you can hear me whispering sweet nothings.
I miss you.

You can’t turn back time.
If I could learn that line, the whole world would be mine.
I gotta maintain a sense of innocence,
But naivete’s letting me get some inner dents.
A combination of a tough a weak side,
Plus some luck to squeak by is the substance I seek. My
Bottom line is to find excitement in every stage of your life.
Then every day, you’ll be feeling alright.

After the sunlight washes over the canyons,
And there’s only moonshine, you are my companion.
After the sun’s rays wash over your body,
Then you can hear me whispering sweet nothings.
I miss you.
I miss you.

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Going Further by soce, the elemental wizard
© 2003 Andrew Singer

From the moment I laid eyes on you baby,
I knew you were gonna be something big
But I never anticipated that my
Shyness would prevent me from uttering,
"I love you."
I couldn’t do it right; I held on too tight,
And the words came out too strong.
Now, it feels like you’re gone, and something is wrong because…

(Going further in my life)
You’re supposed to be going further in my life.
I wanted to have and hold you tight, console you and
Make you feel alright.
Our relations would get tight.
Maybe even stay for the night.

So now, we’re stuck in a stand-still,
But sometimes, it’s like that, I must confess.
And the only way out is for you to like me more,
Or for me to like you less.
And I fear
The latter as the outcome, but wonder how come
I didn’t notice this before.
You’re pushing me down to the sea floor, but I’m blowing out like C-4.

(Going further in my life)
You’re supposed to be going further in my life.
I wanted to have and hold you tight, console you and
Make you feel alright.
Our relations would get tight.
Maybe even stay for the night.

Whoo!

I’m trying to move forward, but I gotta look back,
Or I’ll turn into salt. You put my shaker on the rack.
Whenever I see you, I feel under attack.
I can’t handle the pressure, won’t you cut me some slack.
So, go on, pretty baby,
Cuz whenever I set you up with the lyrics that you need..
Whoa-oh-oh.

I’m thinking about you, baby.
You got me thinking about your body.
Don’t you know I’m thinking about you, baby,
But you don’t think nothing of me,

Cuz you’re not going further in my life.
You’re supposed to be going further in my life.
I wanted to have and hold you tight, console you and
Make you feel alright.
Our relations would get tight.
Maybe even stay for the night.

But you’re not going further in my life.
You’re supposed to be going further in my life.
I wanted to have and hold you tight, console you and
Make you feel alright.
Our relations would get tight.
Maybe even stay for the night.

From the moment I laid eyes on you baby,
I knew you were gonna be something big
But I never anticipated that my
Shyness would prevent me from uttering,
"I love you."
I couldn’t do it right; I held on too tight,
And the words came out too strong.
Now, it feels like you’re gone, and something is wrong because…

You’re supposed to be…
You’re supposed to have gone into my life.
You’re supposed to be… yeah, yeah.
Without you, my life’s falling apart.
My life…
You’re supposed…
Why, why, why don’t you come into my life.

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Be Mine by soce, the elemental wizard
© 2003 Andrew Singer

Right this way, sir.
You’re looking good, man! How much you cost?
Yo, I’m not for sale! I’ll throw you in jail!
That’s okay. I’ll post bail.
Uch, I ain’t the type that’ll answer that.
I was chillin’ in the lab, like a cancer rat
When I realized someday I will be thirty,
And most of my thoughts will have been dirty,
But that’s okay, you can’t starve your mind,
It’s just good loving is hard to find.
It doesn’t search for me, then grab me. Oww!!
And that’s why it’s tough to stay happy now,
But yet, I don’t want sex, cuz that’s just gross.
I simply want a man who deserves a toast
Of champagne, Alize, and Bailey’s Cream.
Although I’m barely clean, I can fairly deem
Worth my attention is a tall, sweet guy.
I can’t pay for him, but I can always try. Hey!

You wanna give him what he wants?
Just hit him where it counts.
You’re looking good tonight.
Come have a seat on my couch.

Here comes another MC who wants to battle.
I’ll make him skedaddle; send him up the river with no paddle.
I’ll hear him call as he approaches the waterfall,
"Help me! I want it all, I gotta stall!"
His tears will pour as his pleas I ignore,
But time heals all sores as I release him from the floor,
And pull him ashore, and give him a massage.
Use the metaphor to disappear, like a mirage.
Thoughts of him enter my head in a barrage.
I’m almost ready to park my car in his garage.
Cuz I can talk the talk, like Life in Ancient Greece,
But my pants stay zipped when I perform release.
I can’t believe I spend my time compressing my spine.
Actively watching, passively inclined.
But it gives me pleasure, and I don’t feel guilty.
Wash my hands clean, but my brain stays filthy.

You wanna give him…

So tell me, how much you want? Five bucks? A nickel?
Don’t be fickle. I don’t need distress. But, I digress.
Your looks certainly impress.
Here’s a penny. Final offer. No more, no less.
What’s that, you say? You’ll do it for free?
All you want from me is my company?
Aww, how sweet. I can certainly comply,
And do my best to try to satisfy. Hey!

You wanna give him…
You wanna give him…

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State of Affairs by soce, the elemental wizard
© 2003 Andrew Singer

Intro:

s-o-c-e. 2003. Why wouldn’t I be?
Answer that. Yo. Yo.

Verse 1:

The state of affairs is such you gotta hate if you care to make it there.
Cuz when the labels come, they ain’t gonna pay to au pair.
They don’t want to baby-sit. They want you making hits.
So, if it’s gonna take a bit to make your gravy stick,
You’re better off on your own two, where no one owns you.
And you can hope to expand your home from a phone booth.
When you hit the gold tooth, you can go loose
And praise Jesus [Hay-Zoos] with a bottle of the Gray Goose.
If no entity created you or updated you,
You gotta find a jaded crew to make it through.
Find the peeps you related to who waited for you
To savor the brew and flavor the stew.
Keep it simmering. There’s a lot of labor to do.
You gotta be patient with the high stakes you pursue.
When success is your own and no one takes it from you,
That’s way cool. ‘Til then, keep making your moves.

Chorus:

Hip hop is in a state of the affairs.
The competition’s rough, and it’s making people scared.
You got a talent that you’re dying to share?
Better stay silent ‘til it’s entirely prepared.
Hip hop’s all about moving the crowd.
It’s only run by the few and the proud.
We should be allowed to laugh a little and relax for a little.
We don’t always have to master the riddle.

Verse 2:

The task you envisioned is to master the multitudes
‘Til they’re plastered with rapture and felt a few
Of their back hairs standing on their end.
Got a plan to tell a friend, "This man is so intelligent!
Every flow he kicks is elegant and eloquent.
And the topics he picks are very relevant."
But if, after years, no one’s even showing a scowl,
Is that an excuse to throw in the towel?
Hell, no! Even though having your name in lights is nice,
Knowing that you got game just might suffice,
Even if nobody else believes you,
You gotta see through the lies and keep sliding ‘round the E.Q.
Your fan base’ll grow one person at a time
And I’m sure that you will find you’ll be certain to climb.
The hurtin’ is fine. Nobody’s perfect inside.
So put the curtains on your pride and blurt what’s on your mind!

Chorus

Verse 3:

We’re all filled with such negativity,
Like we’re never gonna see a better memory,
And they’re gonna set a fee on all that matter’s to us.
We’re starting up a pattern of always having to cuss.
So angry, so bitter and forlorn.
The world has been against us since the day we were born.
And yet, somehow, we manage to pull through.
Even if we start alone, we end up with the full crew
"On a remix." Look at us, making it now!
Who would have thought that today, we’d be taking a bow.
Raking in thousands plus. Now, they got a tour bus for us.
We even got our own dance, like the Bus-a-Bus.
Of course, these are all Fabolous Street Dreams.
You ain’t gonna make it far unless you grab a street team.
So keep clean, and never let up. Unless you’re fed up,
If you fall down, you better get up.
Come on!

Chorus

Chorus (with adlibs)

Hip Hop. Peace. soce, the elemental wizard. Queens!

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7 HP by soce, the elemental wizard
© 2003 Andrew Singer

Intro:

You know you messed up now.
You should never, ever, ever step to a hip hop spellcaster.
They don’t call me soce, the "Elemental Wizard" for nothing.
I’m the role-playing games king!
Yo, yo.

Verse 1:

Aye yo, I’ll slash you in the face with my fire sword.
When I roll the dice, I’ll shake the entire board.
So try the gourd. Come on, I dare ya.
Oops, you’re a failure. Ah, man, don’t cry no more.
You’d die for sho’ if I wasn’t pulling my punches,
So I’ll give you the chance to be ruling the dungeon.
But first, you gotta break those chains.
Realize that I take no names and make no claims,
Except that I’ll be on the top of the list.
Rocking the gift. Filling up the slot with my fist!
I monopoly this. Stay away from my property, kid,
Cuz I’m braving the major labor to be stocking my crib
With nothing but the hickory dickory dockery digs.
It’s ridiculous how you want to be this.
When you’ve got a better chance of winning a lottery bid.
So you’re teeter-tottering and falling. I’m smashing your mockery like pottery!

Chorus:

7 HP, my hits take away 7HP.
7 HP, my hits take away 7HP. That’s hit points, man.
7 HP, my hits take away 7HP.
And you’ve only got 50 HP.
So, you’re time’s almost up. Ungh.

Verse 2:

Aye-yo 7 HP is respectable.
It’s enough for me to call it acceptable.
Clearly, I’ve reached a level of experience
Where my attacks hurt as much as Tajiri’s kicks.
And even though I still got a long way to go,
When my friends see me, they yell, "Way to go!
You made it, bro! Look at how you make the show.
You hate to blow, so you take it slow and wait to grow."
I’m thankful for all of y’all hearing my joints.
And to my enemies, who gave me experience points.
They’re fearing my series of curious, endearing retorts,
Cuz I’m spearing them and leaving them deliriously sore.
You seriously bore with lyrics that I already heard
Over and over again. You might be calling me "nerd,"
But my policy swerved. I’m stalling the monotony curve.
Stopping and dropping and shopping ‘til I copped every verb.
I’m taking

Chorus

Verse 3:

I’ll smash you and mash you and crush you and grind you.
I’ll make you a eunuch and cut off your behind, too.
Let me remind you I’ve got incredible spells,
Cuz I’ve meddled with elves. It helps to make my genitals swell.
That’s right! It takes balls to step to orcs and wraiths,
Vampires, dungeons, dragons, undead corpse(s) and snakes,
But I gotta save the kingdom with my valiant efforts.
Put extra notches in my belt so I can tally my records.
"I’m taking 7 HP." Don’t even try to escape.
I’ll pull a "Get over here!" ‘til you’re tied to the stake.
Stop trying to be great. You know that you’ll be finding your fate.
You’re level infinity flipped to it’s side and minus the 8.

Chorus

Ending:

Break it down. Come on!
7 HP (numerous times, with adlibs)

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Funny Feeling by soce, the elemental wizard
© 2003 Andrew Singer

I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.

In these days when every song is on mp3,
And the RPGs have NPCs,
And they got a gay couple on NBC,
And they never play videos on MTV,
Crosswalks do the count-down and bleep at you.
On the crappy web pages, ads leap at you.
Little kids get cellies for their birthday presents.
Ethernet beats 56k, cuz time is of the essence.
In fact, I never see on my to-do list
"It’s time to sit back and listen to a compact disk
From the start to the finish; the top to the bottom."
My life’s in full-throttle. It’s an endless dance.
I never got a chance, a break, an opening unless I take it.
I’m sick of waiting, relegating to my patience.
When I pop a fresh album inside my boombox,
The room rocks, but then I’m filled with gloom when it stops.

I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.
I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.

When the music is over, I just want to cry.
But during the interim, I’m higher than the sky,
Because You Can’t Deny I’m one hell of a guy.
Fabolous, tall handsome and fly.
When I’m dancing inside the clubs then I fancy you’ll find
That I’m guided by random design.
One step at the time. Cuz, what’s the hurry?
My memory should never be blurry.
With today’s technological advances,
You’re never getting chances for romances
With the repertoire of a forgotten star.
Or even a pop star. It’s all about the chart hits,
But regardless, I want to hear the music
Which sways you, gives you its heart, says "Don’t abuse it."
I get a funny feeling when it terminates
Which translates into greatness that fully equates.

I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.
I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.

I get a funny feeling at the end of the CD.
.. Been taken away from me.
Even when I put it on repeat,
Somehow, I'm less complete.
Unh.
Check the abrupt ending.
Check the abrupt ending.
Look out for the abrupt ending.

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Funny Feeling by soce, the elemental wizard
© 2003 Andrew Singer

Come on. Yo. Unh.
soce, the elemental wizard.
Yo. Yo, yo, yo.

In these days when every song is on mp3,
And the RPGs have NPCs,
And they got a gay couple on NBC,
And they never play videos on MTV,
Crosswalks do the count-down and bleep at you.
On the crappy web pages, ads leap at you.
Little kids get cellies for their birthday presents.
Ethernet beats 56k, cuz time is of the essence.
In fact, I never see on my to-do list
"It’s time to sit back and listen to a compact disk
From the start to the finish; the top to the bottom."
My life’s in full-throttle. It’s an endless dance.
I never got a chance, a break, an opening unless I take it.
I’m sick of waiting, relegating to my patience.
When I pop a fresh album inside my boombox,
The room rocks, but then I’m filled with gloom when it stops.

I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.
I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.

Unh. soce, the elemental wizard. Here we go! Yo.

When the music is over, I just want to cry.
But during the interim, I’m higher than the sky,
Because You Can’t Deny I’m one hell of a guy.
Fabolous, tall handsome and fly.
When I’m dancing inside the clubs then I fancy you’ll find
That I’m guided by random design.
One step at the time. Cuz, what’s the hurry?
My memory should never be blurry.
With today’s technological advances,
You’re never getting chances for romances
With the repertoire of a forgotten star.
Or even a pop star. It’s all about the chart hits,
But regardless, I want to hear the music
Which sways you, gives you its heart, says "Don’t abuse it."
I get a funny feeling when it terminates
Which translates into greatness that fully equates.

I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.
I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.

Unh. Come on. Check it out, y’all.
soce, the elemental wizard. Yeah.
Come on. Check it out, y’all. Yo, yo, yo.

So much is going on now in my life.
I'm meeting up with new people left and right.
And often times, yo, my stress is tight.
I rarely even get a chance to bless the mic.
I'm a one man publicity stunt.
Running to the ball, but I'm missing the punt.
I'm feeling trapped by my massive schedule.
Looking at the staff, but the graph's illegible.
I never know what the future holds.
I'm running in my shoes 'til they lose their soles.
I gotta get new clothes when the old are getting threadbare.
Shout-out to my parents, cuz they've taken the best care
To raise me right and work with genuine kindness.
So many times, I feel this world is just mindless.
They wanna wrap me up in the back of a Mac truck,
But I'mma smash the puck over the aqueduct.
Yeah. socetew.

I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.
I get a funny feeling at the end of every CD.
It’s like a little piece has been taken away from me.
No matter what I do, even if I put it on repeat,
Somehow, my whole world feels a little less complete.

Yeah. soce, the elemental wizard.
Peace for 2003, and I'm out.

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Fast Forward by soce, the elemental wizard
© 2003 Andrew Singer

Yo.
Boom!
I'm bout to set it off. Uh-hunh, hunh.
Come on. Chi-chi. Chi-chi-chi.
Fast forward to a time and place.
We're crashing toward our goals at a mindless pace, come on.
soce, the elemental wizard.

You can believe in me, cuz I'm not famous yet.
Once I take a step, and become and ageless vet,
Then I'll make a bet that y'all will fake regret
For breakin' a sweat when you heard my tape and cassette,
My CD playin' the best, creatin' distress.
"It won't be long until he reaches major success,"
You'd say to your friends. Then, you'd be waiting with them
To hear me emcee at the station at ten.
Patiently sending in little statements so when
I make it big, you can claim that you stayed with me then,
Back in the days. Now, you're pissed cuz I strayed from my fans.
I'm too busy, and all of y'all are delaying my plans.
Quit chasin' me man. Let me get away in my van.
I gave what you paid for. Now, stop shaking my hand.
My next joint's coming out, and you're claiming it sucks, yo,
But it doesn't matter; you still buy it by the truckload.

Peace.

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