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Tears of Joy

by Rufio Jones

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Patricia Blume The "Tears of Joy" album is by far one of my favorite albums. I say this and mean it because of the realness and the intellectual intelligence coming from and lyrically written by Rufio Jones. The production of the album, done by none other than Illingsworth himself, is also top notch quality! Favorite track: Tears of Joy.
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1.
Tears of Joy 03:21
CHORUS These are the life and times Of a simple boy That grew into a man Harping on days of yore On a slanted field Don't expect an even score These are the streets of rage These are my tears of Joy VERSE 1 November 3rd 1982 I showed up on the scene Thinkin everything's cool Not sure if I had Brighter eyes or a bushier tail Should've known then I was goin to hell Oh well Somebody should've told My mom though There is nothing to enjoy About Joy Road So when you see a ramp That says exit nine… You better keep drivin But she didn't So that's where we livin And try to make a livin You just type it I live it We all just Attempt to win Within this city's limits But in this land of Life and death I thrive in the indifference CHORUS VERSE 2 I heard gunshots And told myself That they were fireworks That's how I first learned How a liar works Folks were so broke That I may retire first 4 bald wheels Only fix the worst tire first No cable So I watched Jeopardy! And it helped me understand A myriad of brighter words Which is how a writer works Read a bunch of books And plagiarize All their prior works I can read well But never well read I say I hate reading Turn people's heads red What they didn't know instead Is I just had their Minds read I already had All of mankind pegged CHORUS VERSE 3 I've had friends fight I've had friends lie I had friends die From homicide And suicide I've had friends fail I've had friends survive I've had friends Too afraid To ride their bike outside (repeats and fades out)
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CHORUS It's the people mover This is the people mover We the people mover Call Detroit CYDI If you want the people to move VERSE 1 Next stop is… Truth is On this trip There ain't no stopping this Where we goin We don't need roads… Girl where you goin You don't need clothes Cuz it's getting hot In this son of a bitch Turn your cool up To a hundred and 6 (Yeah x2) Now you got the fever If you dance up out your shoes Then just fucking leave 'em I'm looking sharper Than a meat cleaver Move your body Like its having epileptic seizures We win with three quarters And we play for keepers Detroit is back baby Shit I'm a believer We'll punch you In the mouth With these Illingsworth sounds That are pumpin out Of your speakers And your earbuds Either way we fuckin up You niggas' eardrums CHORUS VERSE 2 (Doc Illingsworth) Dirty ass Converse Chucks And green polo Sum his whole life story up In a meme photo I read books that only Serve to make me more depressed The thread count of my sheets Is too low for success Some fights end tight Some unluckily Got punched so hard once A wheelchair materialized up under me Tis but a scratch I dig yo positivity but ay "It's gonna take a miracle" they say Hola mujer Hope you kept the gato cleansed now go and shoot boring music vids With your mulatto friends Dummies thought i was dying When they saw that i lost hair I like iPhones But not proprietary software Windows Phone 8 Samsung cellular Developers developers Developers developers I got moms to buy me Ninja Turtles When i pressured her Now i'm forced to fix her computer When it vexes her CHORUS VERSE 3 (Sean Uppercut) See me, I'm like you And I enjoy this train But if i had my way There would be a few changes These seats right here? Uncomfortable. Gaudy. I'd get them all reupholstered Like "Yeezy taught me" And this is Detroit And in Detroit, times are hard So we'll accept EBT WIc checks and bridge cards It woulda been free But bartenders need a fee Cause 5-7 these happy hour Half price on drinks (they on me) Every stop... warming stations For the chill in the winter So you won't freeze your ass off At Millinder Center Replace the soundtrack From this elevator muzak And bump Cold Men Young Clear Soul and Passalac With the increased revenue We'll end the recession Long as City Council Doesn't bend the progression Vote Detroit CYDI And we'll do the expansion Have the People Mover lookin like Manoogian Mansion CHORUS
3.
Turtleneck and blazer 2x The Savior's in your favor In a turtleneck and blazer Turtleneck and blazer 2x Absolved of misbehavior In a turtleneck and blazer Turtleneck and blazer 2x No need to sign a waver In a turtleneck and blazer I eat vanilla wafers In my turtleneck and blazer I'm faded like a taper In my turtleneck and blazer Turtleneck and blazer 2x I read the Sunday paper In my turtleneck and blazer Turtleneck and blazer 2x I'm bumping Major Laser Wearing turtlenecks and blazers Turtleneck and blazer 2x Set stun on all my phasers In a turtleneck and blazer I think I caught the vapors In a turtleneck and blazer I'm smooth as Donald Draper In my turtleneck and blazer Turtleneck and blazer 2x I got flavors to savor In my turtleneck and blazer Turtleneck and blazer 2x I cut through like a saber In a turtleneck and blazer Turtleneck and blazer 2x I sleep next to a geisha In a turtleneck and blazer I'm a spender not a saver In a turtleneck and blazer I'm guessing cheaper labor Made my turtleneck and blazer
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VERSE 1 (Mic Phelps) I do poetry and rap At the same damn time Smoke weed, fuck hoes At the same damn time But a nigga like me Gotta switch my flow Roll my L Then hit my dro No matter what I'ma get my dough I don't care about a whip Where I can lift my door I don't need no butler To get my door Cook my food I can get my own This my thrown Whole lotta bad women In my shows And my skin light tone Got way more to do In here Ask me what I'm Doing here I'm in the grill Like a new veneer And I'm higher Than a motherfuckin' souvenir Blow like there's a Tuba here Haters don't know Who to fear To boo or cheer They new to here And I grew up here I'm the dude up here Rep my town Like I'm the mayor I'm outa there My niggas got them pills Like Omnicare No Damier Shades on Alley and Eye Frames on Bitch I'm on my Vintage shit Straight up Independent shit And yall niggas The same clones My lyrics be Flame thrown Women say my Game strong And they say my Thang long Shock G Same song CHORUS 2x Rep your planet Rep your country Rep your city Rep your hood Whether it's Saturn Senegal Or Detroit Or it's Inglewood If that is where you Lay your head at night Make sure it's Understood No matter what's goin on Around you Your shit will Always be good VERSE 2 J-O-Y-R-O-A-D 4-8-2-2-8 I guess being good Ain't good enough So let me Just be great I'm the son Of a Black Panther So you know why I'm irate And I'm always workin hard I wish you could see What's on my plate Have you seen What's on my plate? (No) Potatoes from a box (Gross) Corn from a can And some Quote unquote steak (SIZZLER) I try to give you Everything And keep this life Uncensored (CANDID) Life's an adventure Shout out to the Girls that scissor (CUTTIN) You won't find me Out all night Or blacked out On a bender I'm a masochistic Pacifist With capitalist Ventures (BASHIRA) But I do love having Supple nipples in my pincers (ROCK LOBSTER) Lend me your ear I'll give you something To remember (LET'S VAN GOGH) I am the truth And Paul Pierce Is not a contender (BALLIN) You prob'ly think I'm lyin Like the universe defender (VOLTRON) But that's fine though On me Don't waste your time on Embrace me And my ADHD Don't know where My mind's gone If you find it Gimme a call though Without it I'm feelin pretty lost out here Like Waldo Salute to bankruptcy Looks like we all broke So loot I must stash Like Geraldo
5.
Crackin' Up 01:39
Okay, I'll admit it I'm losing it Don't know where my marbles Ran off to They're missing It feels like All the good parts of my life Got a life sentence Put in work Wanna come in first End up with honorable mention My sanity Has gone fishing My personality's splitting My baby girl Has noticed I've been Acting kinda suspicious My right brain Has strayed from me I'm just making Wrong decisions I'd ask you To pray for me But that's wasting One of your wishes I swear to god You don't get it I've come to this Consensus Everyday I can't concentrate I'm less of all of my senses Mentally I'm deficient I'm not strong enough To take anymore Lord knows There's not enough spinach My reputation And expectations Low as my defenses I'm feeling like I should end it I think I need A prescription Can you give me tons Of depression drugs Psych naw You know I'm just kidding Medication's Expensive Plus none of this Is your business Looks like this session Is finished But thank you, doctor For listening
6.
48 Hours 03:57
VERSE 1 Oh my Somebody else died Bet it was Colonel Mustard In the study with the pipe Whoa, I swear to God That I didn't do it Officer You must have no idea At what time I go to work You gotta understand Folks are tired of the blight So it's not safe In this neighborhood at night I know, right? Plus Even if I was a murderer There just no way I'd do those awful things To hurt her, sir Huh? How'd I know it was A her? Ummm Let me think I saw it On the news first Then I'm pretty sure I saw it on the net And then I got very scared Yeah, that's it! See I have this thing About researching cases I pay attention To the names and faces I'm pretty good With forensic information By the way There's nothing In the basement CHORUS 1 2x If he ain't do it Who did it? Cause one of these Sons of bitches Needs to go to prison They're all lyin So I almost got 'im But I only got 48 hours VERSE 2 They call me BR For Bottom Rung Hell yeah I can Tell you where them bodies was Them sluts wouldn't shut up So I cut em up You ain't notice somethin stunk Like skunk in yo trunk How you think I got these Cuts on my thumbs That's what happens When I don't get what I want I'm tellin you cause I'm a thug And I don't give a shit There may even be some blood Where the lieutenant lives There's nothing you can do Cause I'm immune Not diplomatic Just a scumbag Placing bombs in several rooms You don't believe me Sounds fishy, don't it? I'm not bright enough To rig up some explosives I always gotta new skill For you to discover That's why you don't Judge a crook by his cover Either hit the dirt Or take this dust and bite it Go head and try me If you think I'm lyin CHORUS 1 2x If he ain't do it Who did it? Cause one of these Sons of bitches Needs to go to prison They're all lyin So I almost got 'im But I only got 24 hours VERSE 3 (Yawn) That was one hell Of a dream But some of those things Were way realler than they seemed 5:13?! Shit, I'm runnin late Surprised the lieutenant Didn't call to Set me straight I left my pants in the washer Damn I'ma get sanctioned What are all these giant knives Doing in the basement? Well, whatever Wait... where is my gun? I'm all out of sorts I must've left it In the trunk WHAT THE...?! Calm down Maybe no one sees me God damn you, Bottom Rung Figuratively speaking Feeling like there's blood On my hands I can't stand But I don't understand How there's really Blood on my hands Look at all these body parts How did he do it? No it doesn't make sense This is just stupid Some detective I am Cause now I finally see That Bottom Rung And his accomplice Are both me CHORUS 3 They don't exist I did it If I don't hit the bricks quick I'ma go to prison If I hurry up I can be gone Within the hour But I remember something bout BR bein' a bomber Let me deduce If I did it Then I probably would've put it Somewhere in the kitchen What is this Doin' in the fridge A timer down to 6 5... 4... OH SHIT!
7.
Affirmative 02:21
VERSE 1 I can make a supermodel Bend her knees I can make you stand in line For MP3s I can make you say please Cause I got more Sweet 16s Than 3 MTVs (Don't believe me) I can make you question Everything you know Make you ask how fast Whenever I say go Cause I'm fanciful Equipped with classic quotes And I'm handsome, folks I can make it sound good Even when it seems strange I can make you wanna Dance in the pouring rain When your patience wanes Better hope my Voice is in range To erase your pain One more thang And I know that I'm right Without a fight I can make you think twice Where you'll never look at anything else In the same light I can make you Change your life CHORUS Cream of the crop Is he not? That's affirmative And cream always Rise to the top That's affirmative Anything less Is a sub par alternative Copy that? Yes, that's affirmative Over VERSE 2 I'm sure that your raps Are a drag I'm sure that I got Better raps in my drafts I'm sure that your dad's On the drag I'm sure being humble Is bad So sure I'ma brag I'm sure I'm the man I'm sure I was born In Detroit But I'm sure I belong In Japan Now let me think Am I sure I can hit the target Blindfolded Using only One shuriken? C'mon, sure I can I'm sure I don't have Any flaw I'm sure you will find No slack in my jaw I'm sure you will find No lack in my draws I'd sure like to act As your bra I'm sure a large Part of me's nuts But I'm sure I'm no dunce I'm sure I can Flow until dusk And yes, I am sure I'm a player And I've never lost once I'm sure replay Is a must
8.
N-E-C-E-S-S-A-R-Y (repeated) It's necessary (repeated) Everything is necessary Necessary 3x Love, hate, sin Sleep, words, highs Birds, bees, trees, clouds Water, sky, air Love, hate, birds, bees Trees, clouds, water, air BRANDI KAY Love, life, pain, strife Skin, sweat, sin, sex Joy, touch, tears, lust Dance, bass, come, taste Joy (repeated)
9.
CHORUS (Detroit CYDI & Stryfe) Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy 4x RUFIO JONES Tinker That's the moniker I be crackin Missile codes I'm a little stinker But you see me in The Thinker pose Hiding out in plain sight Somewhere in the Poconos Kissin Russian women While I'm sittin under mistletoe DOC ILLINGSWORTH Tailor You can taste the flavor In the sauce Suit blacker than the smog That just came From my exhaust The customized gators Be so boss To have 'em You'll trade places With your savior On the cross STRYFE Soldier Fightin for my country And I'm servin On my call of duty I'ma shoot the first person Bombs blown Make a jarhead Break a jawbone On my third tour But my stage Is a war zone SEAN UPPERCUT Spy It ain't about Tactics or gadgets Or tricks that make politicians Vanish like magic It's the excitement The thrill of this life And finishin this verse Without gettin sniped CHORUS (Cold Men Young) KOPELLI Tinker Don't allow A sleazy chick to linger Her rachetness conflicting with My debonair demeanor Cancel that batch Not befitting of The handsomest chap To ever orchestrate A government collapse MIC WRITE Tailor I thread these words Together with such a majesty The crowd be loiterin When I be Embroiderin this lavishly Tap his female Then I sap her V-gina Then I cuff her Him seem to be mad When I tap his tree MIC PHELPS Soldier Ice-T told niggas To kill cops Now cops kill Niggas with iced tea Damn Now I need a iced tea And a cop (Why?) To kill while I'm Drinkin iced tea BLAKSMITH Spy Don't be nervous That's just 8th Street Latinas In the back performing Secret service on The Secret Service Shh, quiet Blunted Murder at 16... Hundred CHORUS (Clear Soul Forces) ILAJIDE Tinker llaji-Doddy Party while I Strategize Finally CYD got CSF And CMY More Cs than Needle reservoirs When it's liquified Syringe My pen can give you life Like a symbiote L.A.Z. Tailor Gimme a needle and thread A hundred counts what's in my sheets To get you out of your bed Toss and turn, turn and toss The type of shit that I'm on Remember niggas used to sleep My flow memory foam E-FAV Soldier Blasting on my route to meet the wizard Ducking your mortar rounds Storm trooping through a blizzard And even if I slip And catch a bullet through my temple My love for you is eternal It don't need to be rekindled NOVELISS Spy Clancey couldn't tell It's the espionage It's instrumental for you to step In my weapons collage It's the concrete chameleon lickin shots for the villains Off the top of a pavilion While blendin in with civilians

about

Tears of Joy is an unlocking of parts of my psyche left hidden away for national security. It's a veritable black box of my brain over uncanny Illingsworth beats. Prepare accordingly for a wild ride.

Photography by Jason Matthews: jasonmatthewsphoto.com
Songs produced by ILLingsworth: illingsworks.bandcamp.com

Watch the 1st video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4ixYPxqgsc

And watch the video in the 1st video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Cvn5rtbi70

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released November 3, 2013

Lyrics by Rufio Jones
Produced by ILLingsworth
Photography by Jason Matthews jasonmatthewsphoto.com

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I'm a man that used to be a kid that tries to revisit those times through song.

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