The Facelift: Fabricated Features

by Anacron

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Anacron's all-new venture into the world of "mixtape" and "street albums", this compilation combines the seasoned underground veteran trying his hand at the art of the "feature". Cameos are a commonality in the commercial world of mainstream music, so it's only fitting that Anacron chose to pull together an assortment of some of the biggest commercial hip hop entities, add some classic underground hip hop, a little bit of club flavor, and his own personal stamp.

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released October 12, 2009

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Anacron Los Angeles, California

Music producer, composer, instrumentalist, DJ, & b-boy. Defining versatile, his music touches all, inspiring awe with amazing performances. Recognized and having collaborated with well-known names in underground hip-hop; Anacron's built a successful yet unassuming history in music. Comfortably celebrating an UNFAMOUS status, he defies fleeting hype, finding success through hard work & pure talent. ... more

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Track Name: 2010 (Grow)
VERSE01
Peace to them that made 2010
'09 Clark Gabled; gone with the wind
A new beginning as the decade begins
this time start stable, dawn will ascend
and in the sunrise some guys lay around
some guys play around, over and out, going down
when they should be coming up
grind out like crushed ground pepper grinders
Tarantino grind house
You will find out, when you leave the past behind now
focus on the future, that it's right now
Fool, you been in the new millenium
for ten years and some things done changed
The internet assisted, then destroyed independents
7-figure tycoons burned big business
Now everybody's broke
The richest are enriched with creativity;
Aristocratic, Artistic

From young to old, 2010's the year we grow
Up from the soul, just breathe in, be clear, and grow

We unfamous
and we never let what we want change us
2010 is when my team rush game, cuz

VERSE02
Yes, it's Anacron on vocals, Anacron on sax;
keys and breakbeats, Caribou on the track
We live artistically, there's a truth spawned in fact
luxurious living leaves no luxury to relax
Goin in 24/7 in the year 2010
The year when underground peers see the sun again
The music's fun again, and we celebrate innovation
Hip-Hop won't die if you believe in reincarnation
...and this jam is Easter Sunday
I'm the priest for one day, please release your glum ways
and have some faith -- Chuuuuuch!
You'll sho'nuff blow up, fo' much
Maintain the bustle let it flow, no muscle
Rustle up the skill for managing multiple hustles
Stay true to the way you forever did it
Don't forget, the sky's the limit
2010's the time to get it
Now, grow.

From young to old, 2010's the year we grow
Up from the soul, just breathe in, be clear, and grow

We unfamous
and we never let what we want change us
2010 is when my team rush game, cuz
Track Name: D.O.A. (Danglin' Offa Anacron's...)
CHORUS
This is anti-everything
I'm in the cut
Lames leeching off me got me looking like, "what?"
Stealing my style, my stagger, my strut
Marks Danglin' Offa Anacron's nuts (D.O.A.)
Danglin' Offa Anacron's nuts (D.O.A.)
Peanut Gallery affiliates is killing it
but the rest are Danglin' Offa Anacron's nuts

This is anti-autotune, Gallery grotto goon
Anacron doesn't need it when he's got to croon
I said it first fool, way before Jay
I tuned out autotune since the first play
Misplaced distaste in the worst way
when them thirsty writers started biting T-Pain
Peep game, we came to cream lames
Freeze frames in the Gallery; PG Gang
This DJ was outright buggin
when every other verse on Digiwaxx jacked a plug-in
This ain't Plug-Tunin as described by the vets
kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
From De La to Rakim, I rock more sets
Keep your CPU, I sing with Gallery Quartet
Auto-tune's gone, ka-boom, moving on
D.O.A., rest in peace, blessings, Deacon Anacron

CHORUS

This is anti hipster, I'm screaming D.O.H. like I'm Homer
Turning trend-takers to organ donors
I rock originals while these busters are sporting cloners
I was banging beats before they birthed their first boner
Mohawk, tight tees, tight jeans
Clowns claiming styles I adopted in the 90's
Originality inspired by the punk rockers
Rocking punks when they were dipped in baggy dockers
Fool, I remember when you first hit the scene
I was international when you were still a teen
Breaking (braking) like stop-signs, cutting like guillotines
I got the press co-sign and the iller queens
You took the easy route to fulfill your dreams,
drained how I did it just to change up your image
Respect where you ripped it
Swagger-biting blips, tight jeans and sneaks - copyright '96

CHORUS

This is anti-idiot, a ban on buffoonery
Death to the jiggaboo, 'Cron's counter-coonery
Soon to be famous step-and-fetch musical genius
Near millionaires that barely speak and read English
This is America, This is Black culture
twisted by capitalistic art vultures
Why every brotha in the spotlight can't event talk right?
Writing about wrongs and the kids aint getting taught right
Dance step rappers, new-school flunkies
Honkeys think it's funny when you're jumping around like monkeys
House niggers, Uncle Toms making hip hop
Aunt Jemimas on the set in bikini tops
While the slave master hollers, "shake it faster"
I'm embarrased, don't know where it's going to stop, but it has to
Dummies on blast, ignorance is bliss
You ought to be ashamed when the bumpers blast this
Track Name: Million Dollar Bill
ANACRON:
Whitney Lizzie get me dizzy
Swizzy Beatz feat. Anacrizzy
TRUE diva, sorry Britney
More like 'Retha, Dionne, Cissy
She blow with soulful gospel
I roll with old apostles
We classic, bleep these spastic
geeks that freaked unique to plastic
Effin' bastards / get real
I'ma make this elkie feel
like cubic zircon's real,
like platinum-plated steel,
cashier's checks and money orders,
nah -- a million dollar bill
a million dollar bill

WHITNEY:
Came in the door
Checked in my coat
And who I'm looking for
Is staring in my face

They played our song
We hit the floor
He held me strong
And we danced the night away

I can see the way that he is making me feel
This way about his love
I’ve been looking for something like this
I’m saying ooh oh oh oh ooh oh oh !

If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill
Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh !
If you go left right up down
Gotya you spinning round and round
Say ooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh !

It’s been a long long time
Since I fell, fell
Love has found my way oh oh oh
I’ve been looking (looking)
I’ve been searching (searching)
For the man to touch this place, oh ooh oh yeah

Can’t deny the way that he is making me feel
This way about his love
I’v been searching for something like this
I’m saying oooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh !

If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill
Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh !
Makes you go left right up down
Gotya you spinning round and round
Say oooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh !

If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill
Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh !
Makes you go left right up down
Gotya you spinning round and round
Say oooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh !

ANACRON:
I get so emotional baby
You give good love / I go crazy
"How will I know if she loves me" silly
I know I have nothing without that millie
I will always love you, and I offer
to guard that body, call me AnaCostner
The love is in the air
and the dub is any where

WHITNEY:
It’s cause love is in the air
Love is in the air

If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill
Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh !
Makes you go left right up down
Gotya you spinning round and round
Say ooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh !

If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill
Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh !
Makes you go left right up down
Gotya you spinning round and round
Say ooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh !
Track Name: Big Bills
Some people really need it
Some people got to have it
Big Bills

I make big bills
so I pay big bills
Doin' thangs big still
Ant Banks distilled
I'ma hustle what I do to get paid
stackin poker chips in numerous ways
Money on my mind like a tumerous brain
Fuck what you heard, fool them rumors is lame
I'm top 10, choice
Silky like I been moist
5-digit yen hoist
peep that on my invoice
On the way to get my paper endless
with a Swiss account banked in Venice
All praise due to American bidness
Hallelujah, can I get a witness?

Chorus

Some people really need it
Some people got to have it
You do good things
You do bad things
For the love of big bills

Since money came to you
some people staged a coup
You know how haters do
Go get yo' paper, fool
They catch the vapors quick
Trying to benefit, they be lying to get in it
Ballin' limitless, so I'll share a few mints
now fools building bank off of my blueprint
They try to lay low
I keep them paid, though
They may not say so
they know they're on my payroll
My true nemesis: I'm too generous
but I still stack cheese, grated interest
Never let it poison me 'cause money's so venomous
Caution 'cause it often brings evil out of innocence

Chorus

Some people really need it
Some people got to have it
You do good things
You do bad things
For the love of big bills