MAN vs CLOWN EP

by ILL TONE

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released 08 January 2011

Engineered by Lokeynote
Produced by Ill Tone

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ILL TONE Vancouver, British Columbia

ILL TONE is currently back in the lab working on his 2nd album and a mixtape to precede it with. For the album, he's taken it upon himself to fully produce it start to finish on a budget of less than $1000, make all the beats (co-production with 'Dead Giveaway' on 5 songs), and also engineer it entirely. ... more

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Track Name: Carnival Folk
Intro: (Ill Tone)
Every day is a brand new ride.

Verse 1: (Ill Tone)
I sit back and observe the facts/
In my view, the world is a circus act/
The rides move quick enough to get ya sick/
It’s a crazy ride, life, as said by Bill Hicks/
Sorta like a roller coaster/
Roads and train tracks connect to keep us close ta/
The main event, the stage in the tent/
Bring money, hot dogs and burgers, man/
I see a lot of evil people/
Welcome to the city, we are the freak show/
Calm down, find solid ground/
Look around, in every single nook that I look is a clown/
Not just absurd, it’s madness/
A circus at work upon a blurred canvas/
Just a victim of the circumstances/
Another acrobat doin’ circus dances.

Chorus: (Ill Tone)
More to this than meets the eye/
Behind the scenes it seems so sly/
Learned to read between the lines/
And I finally found the reason why/
Bein’ lied to by circus carnies/
The police and political parties/
It’s a whole damn dirty army/
That covered up the truth from the very starting.

Verse 2: (Ill Tone)
Walked in the bank and I wanted out/
It stank like a dank old haunted house/
The teller was the ticket vendor/
She said, “Just remember, 20 barely gets you in the tent, sir”/
All the games are rigged up/
The ball hit the cup and bounced back, the jig is up/
Stuff animals? No, only nostrils/
Too much cotton candy, Where’s the hospital?/
I gotta go, feelin’ pain in my abdominal/
I’m gonna throw up, up-chuckin’ at the carnival/
On and on it goes, fallin’ down like dominos/
I hit the ground hard as a rock solid barnacle/
Down for the count thinkin’, “Let me die”/
At the mercy of a clown named Pennywise/
This crazy charade has ruined many lives/
Stay for the parade though, it’s a big surprise!

Chorus: (Ill Tone)
More to this than meets the eye/
Behind the scenes, it seems so sly/
Learned to read between the lines/
And I finally found the reason why/
Bein’ lied to by circus carnies/
The police and political parties/
It’s a whole damn dirty army/
That covered up the truth from the very starting.
Track Name: Kill Switch (ft. Sara Branch)
Verse 1: (Ill Tone)
At times, I whine and complain/
Have it pretty good though, cries are in vain/
Human, it’s a violent name/
People overseas, dyin’, slain/
On the daily hate breeds, aimin’ to take we/
Humans to the Halls of Hades/
Maybe we’ve all gone crazy/
Shootin’, dropping bombs on babies/
As the story unfurls, beneath/
Lies Team America, World Police/
I hurl when I see these adds on T.V./
Be all you can be, but can’t ya be at peace?/
They’re gonna try and scam ya/
Propaganda, lies like George Costanza/
Abort the plan cuz/
We’ll all leave the resource war in handcuffs.

Chorus: (Sara Branch)
What have/ we done? /
Killed our daughters / killed our sons /
Bent humanity ‘til the system’s / will is done /
All to fight a war that can’t / be won.

Verse 2: (Ill Tone)
Afghanistan to Iraq, now Pakistan/
What next? How about Iran/
Genocide on Middle Eastern man/
Son o’ Sam, Klu Klux Klan/
Combine the 2, we kill outta racism/
Way o’ livin’ North American is hate driven/
Now we try and run the world like a state prison/
In Vietnam, killed children and raped women/
This ain’t livin’, it’s death personified/
Star spangled nation based on homicide/
Worldwide, turn the tides/
All the girls and the guys need to learn to arise/
Against the beast, we can make some peace/
But we can’t change the past, dead stay deceased/
Poor’s still poor, rich is still rich/
When they flip the kill switch.

Chorus: (Sara Branch)
What have/ we done? /
Killed our daughters / killed our sons /
Bent humanity ‘til the system’s / will is done /
All to fight a war that can’t / be won.

Vocal Bridge: (Ill Tone)
Hear the bombs in the night/
Why can’t we decide the wrong and the right?/
These troops, just pawns in the fight/
Little kids, born into war torn strife/

Hear the bombs in the night/
Why can’t we decide the wrong and the right?/
These troops, just pawns in the fight/
Little kids, born into war torn strife.
Track Name: Time (ft. MC Dosia, & Julie Webster)
Intro: (Ill Tone)
60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 24 hours in a day, 365 days in a year, 10 years in a decade, 10 decades in a century. We all know time.

Verse 1: (Ill Tone)
Once young, time crawled by/
Not a worry on the planet, always high/
I tried to ride the same vibe/
But as time flies by, what am I? Blind/
Bye, bye, I didn’t even see it leavin’/
Sly time, it seems to be deceivin’/
Now I’m stuck in this fucked up jam and grievin’/
This demon, time, through rhyme and reason/
Leap in, swimmin’ in the deepest end/
Of all time, deep sleep again/
Ill Tone, 6 hours reaped from him/
And no dreams he can see within/
Peace to the time that I lost/
And time that I bought, all the time that it cost/
Define time as a force/
Divine so of course let time run its course.

Chorus: (Julie Webster)
I grow / older /
Time goes / faster, I /
Won’t go / farther, ‘til I /
Know time’s / answer.

Verse 2: (MC Dosia)
Time goes so fast, that’s why I smoke grass/
Even in slow motion the moment won’t last/
So I take what I can get and try to seize the day/
Carpe diem, Martin freedom, let ‘em lead the way/
It’s hard to see it but sometimes I gotta leave to stay/
Dry my heart in the fire just to feed the flames/
So they can feel the heat when they each speak my name/
Reach up through the cloud cover, freeze the rain/
In the hope that the snowfall would ease my pain/
Not because I want it but because I need the change/
Just tryin’ to do my thang, get the beat arranged/
Doin’ hip-hop long before the people came/
I do it for my homeboys, man, they keep me sane/
And my family, they taught me how to dream again/
On the fabric of time, tryin’ to leave a stain/
On the grind, I get a piece when no piece remain/
Dig deep to the depths of the deepest plain/
Lost, tryin’ to find my way but every street’s the same/
Dosia, I eat, sleep, breathe the game/
It’s all love, I don’t do it to achieve the fame/
Purebred MC from my feet to brain/
Don’t believe me? Go ahead and bleed the vein/
Put all my blood, sweat, and tear in every verse/
‘Til I’m 6 feet deep in the Earth.

Chorus: (Julie Webster)
I grow / older /
Time goes / faster, I /
Won’t go / farther, ‘til I /
Know time’s / answer.

Verse 3: (Ill Tone)
Spent a minute lookin’ at the clock/
Brain may burst like a Jack-in-the-Box/
But I have to watch/
Shit, cross out logic, I’m at a loss/
So time flies by like an albatross/
The source of all motion, feel its force/
Time shows no remorse/
Time’ll take ya life when it’s at its worst/
And in the back of a hearse, time stops/
Why God, how much time do I got?/
God is Time and Time is God/
Despite messiahs, lies, and frauds/
Odd, how we all watch clocks/
Big Ben down to the pocket watch/
It’s time Ill Tone dropped the topic/
Time is tellin’ him it’s time to stop it.

Outro: (Ill Tone)
Gotta enjoy the time ya got. Only 1 life.
Track Name: Walked In
Verse 1: (Ill Tone)
Another typical Saturday evenin’/
They all been the same since I was 18 and.
I spent 6 days, brain schemin’/
On what I’m gonna do, where’m I gonna go, even/
What I’m gonna wear, matter fact scrap that/
Grab a black hat and my tattered ass backpack/
Pack a fat sack of this green/
15 pack o’ that cheap beer, yes, please.

Chorus: (Ill Tone)
Never sober when I show my face/
So forgive if I act like I own the place.

Verse 2: (Ill Tone)
I know a party and it ain’t that far/
Call up my friend Rex, “Grab the damn car”/
“The car’s in the shop for a couple more days/ (Rex)
So I guess that we got to find another way”/ (Rex)
OK, shit, I guess it’s transit then/
Let’s get goin’ on the weekend plan, my friend/
This binge kicked off the previous night/
“We rocked a set and it was serious hype”/ (Rex)
But tonight, 10 times hyper/
Scantily clad girls, freestyle ciphers/
Excitement, comin’ my way, hop the SkyTrain/
Why pay? Bill Gordon Campbell/
I’m a handful in liquored up scenarios/
Turnin’ up the stereo, still I can’t hear it though/
Yo, I do this shit for kicks/
Arrive in a state of belligerence.

Chorus: (Ill Tone)
Never sober when I show my face/
So forgive if I act like I own the place.

Verse 3: (Ill Tone)
Walked in…../
Impaired, marinating on a bottle of Mo’s/
Whoa, I know I chose to go/
But tomorrow, another day of, “Oh no”/
Expect the dreaded hangover/
Ain’t sober so this ain’t over, yet/
Towards the sofa over by the kitchen bendin’ over/
Ass of a princess, inch a little closer/
Close in, actin’ like I’m Casanova/
Fallin’ over like a derailed locomotive/
Feelin’ broken, I can tell/
That I’m past my limit by the way I just fell/
Now, I’ll find Hell at 10 am/
When I awake with, “What’s your name again?”/
No offense to ugly chicks/
“But was she fuckin’ ugly?” (LoKeynote) ….. Yes.
Track Name: Oh No! (ft. RcThaHazard)
Intro: (Ill Tone & RcThaHazard – telephone conversation)
(Phone Rings)
Ill Tone – “Hello?”
RcThaHazard – “Yo Tones…”
IT – “Yo man.”
RC – “You remember that party last night?”
IT – “Ugh… I don’t even remember seeing you.”
RC – “You were fuckin’ hammered, man. You were with some really, really, really,
really ugly girl. Making out with her.”
IT – “Shhh, she’s still here. Aw, fuck, I gotta go to work, man. I’ll talk to ya later. Peace.
(Conversation Ends)
IT – “Oh no…..”

Verse 1: (Ill Tone)
Head spinnin’, eyes open at 11 am/
Yesterday was grim, didn’t behave again/
Man, I may have been sick for a week/
On a major binge of liquor and weed/
All I need is a Tylenol/
If I could even hold it down with all the bile and all/
That I been pukin’ up, done some stupid stuff/
In my life but last night was off the hook/
Body’s broken, I need more than a band-aid/
I was the guy wearin’ the generic lampshade/
Probly disappointed half my fan base/
Not to mention all my other band mates/
It’s a damn shame every crumb o’ my food on/
Sunday came from 1 coupon/
I tried to hit on a chick from the Yukon/
“Hey, baby, I need you to puke on”/
With no shoes on, walkin’ around in the rain/
I can’t explain why, I’m just insane/
Hangover day falls on a Sunday/
Have to work, deal with all the mundane/
Plain, ordinary folks/
I gotta make the money though, I’m very broke/
“Spare any dope?” A homeless man asks/
As I roll real fast past his stanky ass/
“No. What the hell do I look like?/
A whole sale dope-store givin’ a good price?”/
He proceeded sayin’ somethin’ incoherent/
But I didn’t even hear him, my work I’m nearin’/
I walk through the front door/
Almost fall on the liquor store floor/
That I work at and it ain’t that bad/
But it’s a shitty place to spend a hangover, man.

Chorus: (Ill Tone & RcThaHazard)
Oh no! I don’t wanna go/
To my work, my head it hurts/
Oh no! I don’t wanna go/
Although I been worse, need caffeine first/
Oh no! I don’t wanna go/
To my work, my head it hurts/
Oh no! I don’t wanna go/
Rather stay in bed and rest my head.
Oh no!

Verse 2: (RcThaHazard)
Why did I drink so much?/
Probably cuz I don’t think enough/
I got some dignity in me but haven’t found it/
Now I gotta deal with a head that’s poundin’/
Body feels like it’s broken in 20 places/
But I remember last night like it was yesterday/
All I know, didn’t have any jimmy cakes/
370 pounds, thought was pretty skinny, eh/
Wants to do it again? Oh no, never/
Good thing I couldn’t remember my own phone number/
To tell her I was loaded, don’t know better/
Looked in the drawer, no more rubbers/
Now a liquor store trip, cheapest bottle of wine/
Robert’s Rock, bottom line, slobber on my cock/
But was the broad hot? Probably not/
Especially after lot o’ vodka shots and wobbly pops/
7 shots at the bar, Yukon Jack/
Tried to leave and put my shoes on backwards/
Drank way too much, wakin’ up/
With Lady Luck then I puked on that girl/
10 hours straight, shot back liquor/
Autographed nipple from a hot ass stripper/
Usually I’d say I never drink again/
Then I think of hard workers at the brewery/
So I do it for them, thanks to them/
I’ll be boozin’, pukin’, doin’ somethin’ stupid again/
Yeah, from the brews to gin/
Fallin’ down stairs, hell yeah, bruise my shins again/
Show me the bottle, RC’s trouble/
Real life version Barney Gumble/
And it ain’t that bad/
I’m just a little sad yo cuz I have no advil.
Oh no.

Chorus: (Ill Tone & RcThaHazard)
Oh no! I don’t wanna go/
To my work, my head it hurts/
Oh no! I don’t wanna go/
Although I been worse, need caffeine first/
Oh no! I don’t wanna go/
To my work, my head it hurts/
Oh no! I don’t wanna go/
Rather stay in bed and rest my head.
Oh no!
Track Name: Hollow Promises (ft. Julie Webster)
Intro: (Ill Tone)
Shit. Some people, they don’t know when to quit. I know a couple people like that.

Verse 1: (Ill Tone)
There’s a man and he knows no bounds/
When it comes to buildin’ promises up and knockin em’ down/
There is a lot to be found/
In a man such as he, how he slinks around/
This small town in which he resides/
On the outside he’s proud, inside he’s all lies/
Sly, shy kind o’ guy/
The kind to try wise words to earn the prize/
Despised by even those he loves/
He broke the bonds all gone over drugs/
Enough is enough but it’s rough/
Cuz he doesn’t know enough, hope go snuffed/
Coke, he’s on it, so dishonest/
Sows an enormous broken promise/
On a lot o’ non emotional shit, he talks it/
Just another hollow promise.

Chorus: (Julie Webster)
Nowhere to go, he’s aimless/
He can’t control his own anguish/
Explains through a flow, in English/
But no one seems to speak the same language/
He goes wherever the pain is/
Breakin’ the endeavors he made to make changes/
Take it with a grain of salt/
It is he ultimately who lays at fault.

Verse 2: (Ill Tone)
He’s got some shit goin’ on so he lies to friends/
About the problem that he doesn’t have, but why pretend?/
In the end, friends, maybe could’ve saved him/
If he’d made amends, rearranged the situation/
He’s forsaken anybody who relied upon him/
That’s a problem, Mother - Father no longer want him/
He’s a con man so they know he’ll con them/
Now he’s cat burglin’ and that’s his solid plan/
Scam after scam, again and again/
He’s gonna end up in a federal pen./
Or dead from the binge, dead hooligan/
Who shrugs it off but ya can’t fool a friend and/
He’s lucky cuz he’s got a couple good ones/
And they wouldn’t give up, fuck, they probly should’ve/
They reach out, he begins to weep/
In too deep, in too deep.

Chorus: (Julie Webster)
Nowhere to go, he’s aimless/
He can’t control his own anguish/
Explains through a flow, in English/
But no one seems to speak the same language/
He goes wherever the pain is/
Breakin’ the endeavors he made to make changes/
Take it with a grain of salt/
It is he ultimately who lays at fault.

Verse 3: (Ill Tone)
1 month clean/
In way of his path lay bumps unseen/
Loved drugs now he loves drug free/
Finally realized he’s a fucked up fiend/
1st step achieved, admission of the problem.
If ya can’t admit ya problems, how the fuck you gonna solve them?/
The coke sniffin’ and the robbin’/
Had him thinkin’ that he wasn’t gonna make it through the Autumn/
Now he is stronger than ever/
Lives honestly, his karma is better/
For those who are fed up with everything, keep ya head up/
Don’t ever give up on happiness, yeah, it’s sad but/
What’s the point in dwellin’ on the past?/
Grasp a moment and make it last/
Just advice from the man in the song/
Ill Tone, if ya didn’t know all along, I’m gone.

Chorus: (Julie Webster)
Nowhere to go, he’s aimless/
He can’t control his own anguish/
Explains through a flow, in English/
But no one seems to speak the same language/
He goes wherever the pain is/
Breakin’ the endeavors he made to make changes/
Take it with a grain of salt/
It is he ultimately who lays at fault.
Track Name: Mysterious
Verse 1: (Ill Tone)
Life, it’ll always keep us guessin’/
Step by step, lesson after lesson/
Each new path manifest questions/
Why then, do I struggle with depression?/
I was a troubled adolescent/
Perpetual stress led to aggression/
I’d get a glimpse of happiness then next second/
I’d be wreckin’ everything in sight, fightin’ with a weapon/
My depression, since before drugs it goes back/
Just imagine how it got when I smoked crack/
I got a chemical dependence that is so bad/
Lost all I had, fist fought with my own dad/
Now I focus only on the soul clap/
Travel that path of the boom-bap/
And I don’t ever wanna lose that/
True fact, passion it grew back.

Verse 2: (Ill Tone)
It’s a mystery wrapped in a riddle/
Can’t find the answer that’s trapped in the middle/
Can’t stand the people who act like it’s simple/
It’s a little more complex than the cat and the fiddle/
Try not to worry ‘bout its complex aspects/
Simple things are its strongest assets/
This life is gone as fast as/
It came, only things left are death and taxes/
Power forward like my last name was Backes/
On the attack and a beast on the back-check/
Have to back step in to some past shit/
Scrap with past issues, bet you that’s it/
So glad I never went to my own grad/
Only gradded to please the people in the home I had/
Ups and downs that we all have/
“So sad”, Sometimes it hurts so bad.

Bridge: (Ill Tone)
It’s crazy how life can change in the blink of an eye. I guess it ain’t all bad though, right? Yo, look…

Verse 3: (Ill Tone)
I tell it how I see it through my pencil/
Life can change quicker than a D-Rec instrumental/
Despite the evil, detrimental events/
Nothing’s even weakened my plans/
Keep advancin’, hold this beat for ransom/
Beat it to death on my album and hope it pays a grand sum/
Of money, no longer is it funny/
Sole’s (soul’s) got holes and the underground is muddy/
Look buddy, I’m far from normal/
From a place full of farms and cornrows/
Whatcha know about rows of corn?/
Rippin’ through the fuckin’ field in a Ford Explorer/
Wrecked a couple rides goin’ mach 6/
Bodies got tossed around like in a mosh pit/
Know why my album hadn’t dropped yet?/
Turned my budget to beer money and sniffed my profits.