MOTIVATION Yoooooo... I'm Clem De La Creme, and welcome to 16s, this has been a long time in the making. Thank you for being here with me right now... Thank you for being here with me right now... This right here is motivation music, this EP is proof that you can keep on doing and keep on growing and make your dreams come into fruition. That's what this EP is for me. There was a point in time when I couldn't rhyme and I couldn't freestyle and I just kinda spent my time wastin', wishin' that I was doin' somethin', wishin' that I could be something else, other than myself... and I'm here to let you know that you don't gotta be anything that you ain't, letting you know you just gotta do you, and sometimes I suffer from small thinking, and that's when I have to remind myself that when things feel a little too tight, I just gotta stretch, loosen up, and breathe... and keep doing me... one step at a time... one step at a time... one... step... at... a... time...

OUT THE DOOR Hopped onto the escalator, straight to peace see ya later, tonging paper tabs, tilting time, acid alligator, spacial speculator, speculating all indicators, indicating, not relating, episodic vindicator. Now clear to see, all the world's energy, positives and negatives floating so tenderly, and everyone is giggly and bubbling imagery, syncing in their synapse, see that life is synergy. Ahhhh yesssss everything is coming together quite nicely right nooooow. Living daily life became solipsistic, getting just one more became why they existed, never ending, record spinning, groundhog day twisted, was everything in life always this insignificant? In high-school, high's cool so they got high too, from the first hit, they were saying “I do”, looking everywhere except inside, where you hide truth, _______ kept 'em blind so they couldn't find you But we're not gonna stop searching... so let's get our magnifying glasses and microscopes and all your hope and telescopes to keep going deeper, yes, let's do it, nod ya head... nod your head to the sound, we're gonna dive down deep, pay your way with your walk because talk is cheap nod your head to the sound, we're gonna dive down deep, pay your way with your walk because talk is cheap nod your head to the sound, we're gonna dive down deep, pay your way with your walk because talk is cheap nod your head to the sound, we're gonna dive down deep, pay your way with your walk because talk is cheap so let it burn like paper, and right now we're gonna let the sound taper off, off, off, off, and drip like a fauc-et-et-et-et-et-et-et nod your head to the sound, we're gonna dive down deep, pay your way with your walk because talk is cheap nod your head to the sound, we're gonna dive down deep, pay your way with your walk because talk is cheap nod your head to the sound, we're gonna dive down deep, pay your way with your walk because talk is cheap nod your head to the sound, we're gonna dive down deep, pay your way with your walk because talk is cheap

DON'T FORGET YOUR CAPE Darkness goes down and the sun comes up. Flavescent? Nope. Incandescent? That's a yup. Massaging light, buoys bobbing height, nature's sine waves, meditation spine stays straight, loving life all the time, they travel to the shore, spank the rocks and keep em wet, adirondack chairs on the grass, glowing silhouettes, morning dew on the wood, like salty beads of lubricating sweat fascinating like the steady rhythm of the creaking bed. Ayooooo Does uhhhh someone got a selfie stick? Could someone take a picture of me real quick? Yeah, I uhhh, I need I need this for my social media. I need people to know that I was here out in nature you know, I'm trying to get those likes, pictures or it didn't happen CLICK CLICK BANG Here flowers grow roots, reach, stretch, bend, twist. See how they go free, like a skyline full of fists. Ignore those holding the roof above, now shift. Watch their words shake, crack and then split Remember way back when there weren't WeChat sights? Remember way back before they had Instagram likes? Remember way back when this was only for your eyes? There was once a day when you could appreciate this sunrise... damn...

GET UP, STAND UP Microphone check, microphone check, actions over words, actions over words, actions over words, let's go Get up, stand up, get up, stand up Get up, stand up, get up, stand up Uh huh, uh huh, yessir, yessir, de la, de la, get 'er, get 'er, get 'er A doughty man with dirty hands from building plans at burning man, observing them that's murking lands, it's hurting planets, turning fans to thirsty answer seeking, see king, we see the shrinking, plot thickens pushin' wolf tickets hoodwinking. Critics'll quibble “Clem's rhymes are terrible let's knock em down the pegs till the world thinks he's drivel but let's be civil, or at least sensible he's a silly mutha funka that makes ya ribs tickle” watch the trickle, before he burst's through the crack with enough brute force to knock the world off its axis. Don't be mad by the way that he dances, heavy weight, floating butterfly, in ya face like Cassius, who molded the clay into Mohamad Ali, who said the fight is won far from where other eyes can see, and when his mind conceived, then he started to believe, and kept puttin' in work until the day he could achieve. Get up stand up and conceive it Get up stand up and believe it Put in work and keep puttin' in work and keep puttin' in work till you achieve it Get up stand up and conceive it Get up stand up and believe it Put in work and keep puttin' in work and keep puttin' in work till you achieve it Get up stand up and conceive it Get up stand up and believe it Put in work and keep puttin' in work and keep puttin' in work till you achieve it Get up stand up and conceive it Get up stand up and believe it Put in work and keep puttin' in work and keep puttin' in work till you achieve it A doughty man with dirty hands from building plans at burning man, observing them that's murking lands, it's hurting planets, turning fans to thirsty answer seeking, see king, we see the shrinking, plot thickens pushin' wolf tickets hoodwinking. Critics'll quibble “Clem's rhymes are terrible let's knock em down the pegs till the world thinks he's drivel but let's be civil, or at least sensible he's a silly mutha funka that makes ya ribs tickle” watch the trickle, before he burst's through the crack with enough brute force to knock the world off its axis. Don't be mad by the way that he dances, heavy weight, floating butterfly, in ya face like Cassius, who molded the clay into Mohamad Ali, who said the fight is won far from where other eyes can see, and when his mind conceived, then he started to believe, and kept puttin' in work until the day he could achieve. Get up stand up and conceive it Get up stand up and believe it Put in work and keep puttin' in work and keep puttin' in work till you achieve it Get up stand up and conceive it Get up stand up and believe it Put in work and keep puttin' in work and keep puttin' in work till you achieve it

SIGNAL IN THE SKY My mind is out of order just like a Shanghai Queue My girl is having doubts what the funk should I do Saying music is work and that I'll never get through To the masses, they'll be passin' on how I define my truth Calls me a boy thinks this stuff is a game Those words used to shove me, rough me back in the day she wants me to get paid, but she's afraid of any fame sometimes I worry too that I'll get lost chasin my name Sent back to where I came from, down in the ooze another ingredient for that primordial stew and I'd be lying if I didn't say I want my own shoes so I better grow wings to be like Michael Jordan who flew So get me too, out this cuckoos nest, I see my signal in the sky, so how can I rest? When jokers like Ledger and Nicholson give their best to take out a Batman like me, but I digress.... When I got to Shanghai, I remember telling a couple of my friends, “you know, I never said this out loud before, but, I'm gonna be a hip-hop artist, I'm gonna be a rapper and I'm gonna put out an album, so I gotta put that out there, because I want the universe to hear this, I want my God to hear this, and you know I hope you respect that because this is me doing me” So you know I want everyone to rock with me right now, let's do this let's sing it with a La... La la, la la, la la laaa, La la, la la, la la laaa... now with a Ba... Ba ba, ba ba, ba ba baaa, Ba ba, ba ba, ba ba baaa... Now with a Da... Da da, da da, da da daaa, Da da, da da, da da daaa... Now back to the La... La la, la la, la la laaa, La la, la la, la la laaa... La la, la la, la la laaa, La la, la la, la la laaa...

FLY AWAY When I look around I find I'm surrounded by a system ready to take me down like laundry don't wanna lift me up, ready to toss me out just like that garbage foreign cousins and I, we're dime a dozen laowai, they pay for the face, we all, we're just products, the harder I work, it wont raise any eyes, I make the same as those that show up drunk what the funk, am I just wasting my time? I enjoy what I do, but I find that I grind, for the visa, for the paycheck, for the free time, for the safe bet let's face it, it's time to take risks, it's my life I got to take it, take it right away, forget the sunshine, forget the rainy day, it's all the same in the end we all just fly away. Fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away Fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away, we fly away I see these people call me up to the stage, and I can see that they're ______, and their egos in the way, and I can feel that shit's lame, but can I blame when that dude used to be me? I mean I used to be him? This definition I claim? So to complain, I'm in no position, fuck a whining bitch, I'll make rocking the mic my mission, and as I center the stage and as I gather attention, other voices try and drown me with their noise pokin' my patience, So my breath I'm savin', by turning off the mic, and I step to the side so that my guy can get light, because I know deep inside that my own is shining bright, and all the real homies know, I need your glow to find mine, so I don't stress, because I know I have fans. You know “the proof is in the pudding,” said the Cosby Jello man, so hello pen, and good night to the crowd, everyone keep on dreaming while I keep on putting out, -Clem De La Creme You're still here? Yo, turn that shit up and play it again! Go!