Episode 0: Joey Z Is Dead

by Joey Z & Variant

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An ordinary guy Man, every track in this album is great. This is probably my favorite album out of the whole trilogy. Variant did such a fantastic job on the instrumentals. Y'ALL NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM AND THE REST OF THE TRILOGY!!! GET CELL GAMES AND ZENKAI RIGHT NOW!!!! Favorite track: Third.
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THIS IS THE FINAL EPISODE OF MY TRILOGY. JOEY Z IS DEAD. SHOUTS OUT TO VARIANT FOR MAKING ALL THE BEATS, SHOUTS OUT TO LIVFREE AND DOPEY FOR STILL DOIN THIS SHIT WITH ME, SHOUTS OUT TO TJ FERNANDEZ ONCE AGAIN RECORDING ME AND MIXING ME AND MAKIN ME SOUND CORRECT, SHOUTS OUT TO PHILOS CULT AND THANOS RAGE AND KEN AND SANDRA FOR THE PHOTO YALL ALL HELPED THANKS EVERYBODY. THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO STILL LISTENS. SEE YALL THIS SUMMER. ENJOY PROFUSELY.

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released March 8, 2015

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Track Name: Harlem; Easter Sunday, 1954
I'D SAY I WOKE UP, BUT THAT IMPLIES I WENT TO SLEEP
EVERY MORNING MOURNING THE LOSS IN ANOTHER ENDLESS DREAM
ALBUM 3, I'M BOUT TO FINISH MY TRILOGY
I TALKED ABOUT LIVIN PLENTY, NOW LETS TALK ABOUT KILLING ME
I RAN THE NUMBERS, PROS AND CONS, I SEE THE BENEFITS
AND DETRIMENTS, AFTER MUCH REFLECTION I GUESS I'M ENDING IT
NOT 100%, BUT WHATEVER, WHO EVER IS?
PRECIPICE OF DEATH WITH NEARLY NO REGRETFUL SENTIMENTS
STARING AT THE MIRROR TRYNA FIGURE OUT WHAT I'M LOOKIN AT
IS THAT A MAN OR SOME KIND OF DEMON BEHIND A CROOKED MASK?
EITHER WAY IT'S LOOKIN BAD, FEELIN LIKE THE LAST STAND
HANDS CRAMPED FROM WRITING NOW I'M PRAYIN TO THE SANDMAN
LIKE I'M BEGGIN YOU TO LEND ME A DREAM
PUT ME TO SLEEP, THROW ME SOME Z'S, LET ME REST IN PEACE
I DON'T THINK I'VE ACTUALLY SLEPT IN WEEKS
SO IF ALL GOES CORRECT MY NEXT SIESTA SHOULD BE THE END OF ME
SO MELODRAMATIC
ANXIETY DEPRESSION COMBO GETTIN HARDER TO MANAGE
IT'S EFFORTLESSLY PREVENTING ANY FARTHER ADVANCES
ERASED MY TARGETS, LEFT ME AIMLESS IN THE DARKNESS
AND I'VE HAD IT
CAN'T KEEP HOLDIN MY EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE
IN THE CIRCLES UNDER MY EYES, THAT YOU CAN TELL KINDA SADNESS
BUT SINCE I'M TRAPPED IN HERE I'LL TRY TO USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE
STARING AT THE CEILING PLAYING VARIANT GETTIN IN PRACTICE

SINCE YOU LEFT I BEEN WORKIN ON GETTIN BETTER AND I AIN'T DOIN THE BEST BUT I SWEAR I'M STILL GIVIN EFFORT

PROVE MY WORTH TO MYSELF, I DO IT THROUGH MY SELF-EXPRESSION

I'M AT WAR WITH MYSELF AND THIS MUSIC'S MY WEAPON
I'M SELF-DESTRUCTIVE HOPE TO GO TO SLEEP AND WAKE UP DEAD

HOPE I FIGURE SOMETHIN OUT BEFORE THE END

IF NOT, FUCK IT, IT DOESN'T MATTER I GUESS

MISERY BREEDS MISERY TIL THE MISERABLE LEAVE
AND THAT BRINGS YOU MORE MISERY, LET THE CYCLE REPEAT
Track Name: Obituary
STUPID KNOW IT ALL
TOO SCARED TO THROW THE BALL
CAUSE IF HE SHOOTS BUT DOESN'T SCORE IT ALWAYS THROWS HIM OFF
AFRAID OF FAILURE SO HE FAKES IT WHEN HE'S SHOWIN OFF
AND ACTS LIKE IT'S A JOKE IF HE DON'T DO IT RIGHT, PERFORMS AND FALLS
NO EMOTIONS, NEVER SHOWED EM, JUST IGNORED THE COST
OF HOLDIN ALL THE WORDS INSIDE HIS HEART ALTHOUGH HE KNOWS IT'S WRONG
PEOPLE GOT THEIR OWN PROBLEMS TO FOCUS ON
THAT'S WHY HE NEVER BOTHERED TO LET EM KNOW HE WAS AT A TOTAL LOSS
AND THAT'S WHY NO ONE KNOWS HE'S GONE
LAID OUT IN THE CASKET, PACKED BOWL UNDER HIS FOLDED ARMS
TO SHOW EM POST MORTEM THAT THE SMOKE WAS ALWAYS CLOSE TO HEART
HE COULDA CHOSE TO DO WHATEVER, INSTEAD HE CHOSE THE ART
AND HE KNEW THAT HE WAS HOOKED FROM THE DAY THAT HE FIRST WROTE A SONG
SANG BACK THE STRUGGLED WORDS OVER STRUMMED CHORDS FROM A BROKE GUITAR
IMMEDIATELY IMAGINED A FUTURE LIFE AS A GOLDEN STAR
STANDING ON A STAGE IN SPACE WITH BRIGHT LIGHTS FROM THE PHOTON CHARGE
SICK OF HOLDIN ON
SO HE JUST LET IT GO
LIFE WAS FROZEN AND HE GOT SICK OF THE ENDLESS DRONE
CAUSE FROM A YOUNG AGE HE ALWAYS FELT STEPS AHEAD OF MOST
EVERYBODY'S DIFFERENT BUT HE JUST GETS EM FROM HEAD TO TOE
BUT WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE HE SAID TO HIMSELF, PREPARED IT SLOW
HE'S MAKIN POISON BUT HE'S POISIN FOR A MIRACLE
MUSIC USED TO DO IT HE COULD USE IT AS HIS METHADONE
EVENTUALLY HE SAID "FUCK IT, DEATH'LL DO IT BETTER THOUGH"
KNOCKED THE SHOT BACK AND IT LEFT HIM COLD AS AN ESKIMO
HE ENDED UP A GHOST BECAUSE THE DEVIL TRIED TO SEND HIM HOME
HOPPED BACK IN HIS BODY, HE DIDN'T WANT IT HE JUST SETTLED FOR IT
EVEN DEATH CAN'T KEEP HIM FROM DYING, HE'S TOO READY FOR IT
HE HAD SOME FRIENDS BUT THEN HE PUSHED EM AWAY
CAUSE WHEN PEOPLE GET TOO CLOSE THAT LEAVES HIM OPEN TO PAIN
AND LEAVES IT OPEN TO THEM, AND HE WON'T HURT EM AGAIN
SO HE CLOSES ALL THE DOORS AND HE JUST LOCKS HIMSELF IN
THEN HE'D LAY IN BED FOR DAYS JUST TRYNA FIGURE OUT WHAT WAS IMPORTANT
MAYBE IT'S NOTHIN, MAYBE NO ONE CARES AND WE ALL JUST IGNORE IT
HE SPENT YEARS TRYNA CONVINCE HIMSELF HE'S HUMAN AND NORMAL
NOT A MONSTER, HE'S A PERSON, WITH REAL FEELINGS & EMOTIONS
AND HE'S FINISHED WITH BEING SICK, QUIT PRETENDING THAT HE'S INVINCIBLE
REMINDS HIMSELF HE'S REAL WHEN HE TURNS SOME THE PAIN PHYSICAL
SOMETIMES HE NEEDS TO FEEL SOMETHING TANGIBLE, HE AIN'T SPIRITUAL
DON'T BELIEVE IN HELL OR HEAVEN CAUSE IT'S ALL SPHERICAL
UGLY DUMB & FAT
BUT ENOUGH OF THAT
THIS THE RESULTS OF GIVIN LOVE AND GETTIN NOTHIN BACK
THIS IS THE FALL OF SOMEONE LOST, HE QUIT WHILE RUNNIN BACK
PRETENDED HE WAS STRONG BUT ONCE THE PRESSURE WAS ON HE CRACKED
SO MID-PIVOT HE STOPPED THE TURN AROUND AND HE JUST JUMPED THE TRACK
THIS IS SOMETHING WACK
THIS IS JUST SOME RAP
THEY'RE ONLY WORDS, THEY ONLY MEAN AS MUCH AS ALL THE CASH
BUT THIS IS ALL HE HAD
Track Name: Third
6 IN THE MORNING ON MY THIRD SHOT OF VODKA
CALL THAT THE EYE-OPENER, I'M TRYNA ALIGN MY CHAKRAS
THREE EYES LIKE TIEN OR KURT ANGLE ON TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLE
BURN SOMETHIN, MOONSAULT
GOT EM
DONE
SUPERSONIC WHEN HE'S ON THE RUN
GOTTA GO FAST, NOVA BLAST
BOY WE ON THE SUN
PROPER FLOWED RAPS
HOT MAGMA WHEN I'M TALKIN TOUGH
HOP OFF THE BEAT LIKE "AIGHT YALL CHALK IT UP"
DONE
MUST SUCK TO GOTTA SUCK
GOT SICK OF THAT, & SWITCHED MY STYLE FROM BOTTOM UP
BOTTOMS UP, FUCKER IF YOU WITH US PUT A BOTTLE UP
ROCK WITH US, WE THE HIP-HOP NOSTRADAMUSES
YALL AIN'T ONTO US, YALL JUST KNOW OUR PROPHECIES
IT'S SOCRATES, THE FUCK YALL KNOW ABOUT EPISTEMOLOGY?
PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE
PURSUIT OF DOLLARS
PURSUIT OF PROPERTY
I'LL PROBABLY END UP DEAD BEFORE I GOT ALL THREE

YOU NEVER KNOW
WHEN THERE'S A LESSON TO LEARN
IT'S THE CURSE
THE SHOW WILL ALWAYS GO ON, NO MATTER HOW BAD IT HURTS
SO YOU SCRAMBLE FOR WORDS
HOPE FOR FIRST, BUT YOU COULD SETTLE FOR THIRD

MY WHOLE GIMMICK'S NO LIMITS
GO IN FOR 4 MINUTES
OVER DOPE INSTRUMENTALS TIL I'M HOARSE WITH MY THROAT ITCHIN
HOW THEY EXPECT US TO GROW IN A BROKE SYSTEM?
SLAP YOUR FACE JUST TO PAT ON YOUR SHOULDER LIKE "GO GET EM!!!"
SO WE SAY YES TO THE DRUGS AND WE DON'T QUIT EM
CAUSE THE DIFFERENCE IS BIG ENOUGH THAT IT FEELS WORTH THE RISKS
THE ILLUSION OF FREEDOM KEEPS SEEMIN INCREASINGLY DISTANT
ALL THIS BOOZE AND THIS WEED IN THE AIR
SHIT, I NEED A MINUTE
AIGHT CLOSE ENOUGH, I'M FINISHED
I ONLY PLAY THE GAME IF I BEEN GUARANTEED TO WIN IT
I ONLY HATE THE DAYS WHERE I CAN REALLY FEEL THE DISTANCE
ME AND MY BRAIN AIN'T REALLY SPEAKIN THESE DAYS SINCE THE INCIDENT
MAD SCIENTIEST, DUMB SMILIN SIMPLETON
RUN WILD ONE TIME AND EVERYBODY THINKS YOU'RE BIG
SINK OR SWIM
BUT I AIN'T BIG ENOUGH, THIS MY FITNESS
WHOLE FUCKIN TRILOGY'S ME WITH MY WRIST LIFTED
PINK LACES ON MY THREE YEAR OLD SNEAKERS
I'M A SPEAKER FOR THE PEOPLE THAT FEEL LIKE THEY'RE BARELY PEOPLE
THE PEOPLE THAT DON'T FEEL EQUAL TIL AFTER CHIEFIN THE REEFER
OBNOXIOUS BANANA STICKER GOT SLAPPED ON THE MONA LISA

THREE MONTHS SINCE WE LAST SPOKE AS I'M WRITIN THIS
DON'T MEAN TO BRING YOU UP BUT I'M DRUNK AND YOU'RE ON MY MIND AGAIN
EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT YOU MAKES ME WANNA TRY AGAIN

LIFE'S A SERIES OF REPETITIONS AND SILENCES
AND EVERYTHING BETWEEN IS JUST SOME STUPID BULLSHIT TIME YOU SPENT
BUT MAYBE THE THINGS THAT MAKE US REALLY FALL BETWEEN THE LINES WE SET
THEY SAY IT'S NOT ABOUT WHERE YOU'RE GOIN, BUT HOW YOU GET THERE
I JUST HOPE THAT YOU NOTICE HOW MUCH I REALLY CARED
BUT ALSO I DON'T EVER WANT YOU TO HEAR THIS, IT ISN'T FAIR
I AIN'T SHIT, YOU AIN'T SHIT, WE BOTH AIN'T SHIT
WE BELONG TOGETHER YOU SEE MY INDENTS, YOU FIT THERE
BUT I DON'T WANNA WRITE ANOTHER SONG ABOUT YOU
ALL IT AMOUNTS TO IS HOPING I LEFT YOU BETTER THAN HOW I FOUND YOU
IT HAD TO GO WRONG, IT WAS BOUND TO
I'M DONE TALKING ABOUT YOU
I NEED TO GET IT TOGETHER
BUT I WON'T, I'M THE WORST
I KEEP EM SEPARATED LIKE THE OFFSPRING ON THE THIRD
EVERYTHING'S A TRILOGY INCLUDING ME AND HER
THE THIRD TIME SHE LEFT ME WAS THE THIRD TIME IT HURT
THREE THINGS I CARE ABOUT, YOU WERE EITHER SECOND OR FIRST
THIRD VERSE AND I'M TALKIN LIKE YOU AIN'T GONE FAR
REGARDLESS, MY HOPE IS GONE
I GUESS THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM
BUT WHATEVER, FUCK IT
I STILL FEEL IT IN MY HEART
AT THIS POINT I'VE STOPPED TRYING, I'M JUST WRITING FOR THE ART
EVERYTHING IS WORSE WHEN YOU'RE SMART
I WROTE THIS ONE TWO THIRDS IN THE DIRT
I'M SORRY TO ANYONE THAT I'VE HURT, THAT'S MY WORD
THIRD
Track Name: Funeral
THERE'S ME RIGHT THERE IN THE BACKGROUND
BY THE GRAVE I'M THE MAN WITH HIS HAT DOWN
ALL BLACK, THICK TRENCHCOAT WITH A SCARF ON THE MOUTH
SUNGLASSES LIKE I BROUGHT A MASK OUT
STARING DOWN AT THE TOMBSTONE I ASKED HOW
WIND BLOWS AND THE CAMERA PANS ROUND
RIP JOEY Z ENGRAVED ON THE FACE OF THE GRAVE SO EVERYBODY DANCE NOW

I NEVER REALLY LEARNED MUCH OF SHIT
STANDING WITH MY HANDS IN MY POCKETS LIKE HOW'D IT COME TO THIS?
ACTIN LIKE I DON'T KNOW MY PROBLEMS OR WHAT THE FUCK I DID
LOST THE LOVE IN LIFE AND NOW I THINK I GOT TOO MUCH TO GIVE
BUT FUCK THAT SHIT
GOT SICK OF LIVIN & I DECIDED I WAS DONE WITH IT
JOEY Z IS DEAD MOTHERFUCKERS AND YALL CAN SUCK MY DICK
NO FUCK TO GIVE
CAME A LONG WAY FROM LABCOATS & BASEMENTS
NOW I'M ASS NAKED & I AIN'T PLAYIN SHIT
AND I'M OKAY WITH IT
GOT A LOT TO SAY, BUT I AIN'T SAYIN IT
OR MAYBE I'VE SAID IT ALL AND THESE DAYS I'M FAKIN IT
EITHER WAY, I'MA GET WHAT I CAME FOR, I'M TAKIN IT

AIN'T NOTHIN BETTER THAN GETTIN BETTER
YOUR TIME IS SWEETER WHEN YOU REMEMBER THE REASONS THAT YOU SHOULD BE GIVING EFFORT

EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE YOUR FUCKIN FRIEND WHENEVER YOU'RE UP BUT WHEN YOU'RE DOWN THEN SUDDENLY NO ONE GIVES A SHIT
NEXT TO NOTHING FUCKERS JUST LOVE TO SEE YOU GET YOUR ENDS
BUT IN THE END THEY WANNA SEE YOU DEAD & GET A PIECE OF IT