The Album entitled:
“STFUi: The Greatest Songs of All Time (You’ve Never Heard)“, by good ol’ Rusty, has been given an official release date of:
Sept. 6th 2011.
On that day it will go on sale here at RustyJoints.net.
It will be available as a physical CD in a stylish digipack with a matte finish, and nice texture.
This will be at a cost of $10.
There will also be a digital download for the album for $8.
When you purchase the CD here for the $10, you will also get an immediate download of the full album, so you get the CD, but don’t have to wait to enjoy it!!!
Also either on that date (or it make take some time longer) it will be available on Amazon and iTunes.
I will post about that when it happens.
And the cops will knock on your door.
(For pumping the music too loud).
watch out now!
Lyrics: [because so many people begged]
This is a good a place to start as any,
spark it and lace it,
re-call it like a memory,
leave em all in amazement,
ain’t no time to be stalling and pacing,
y’all in the bathroom stall,
with all of this defaecation, and statements,
of musical rhythm, mathematic equation,
burrow to the core of the earth, and start blazing,
compact the murderous raw,
lift the nation,
the only thing we chopping is samples, track, and instate it,
we perpendicular to your claiming of cane-ing,
and move making with the weight-ing,
as many fiends they claim to be having, scratching, and waiting,
their power moves must be bigger than the USA-Team,
you can’t stay still with the new stimulation,
the uber-newer-manure, looking blue radiating,
shit I’m addicted to what I say before I say it,
before it’s scribbled down I hear it sounding before I’m waking,
the sound-scape is amazing,
ground shaking, when pounds blazing around town, from what they found the sound is audible,
visual, tangible, smellable, tasteable,
experience you will never forget what has been laced for you,
shit I ain’t finished yet,
getting impatient too,
wanna spit it, lace it, and cringe from it, the stimulus is similar,
to nuclear submarines, hosting a shit-load of missiles in it, to rip a new hole in Mother Natures caboose,
soon it’ll be kaboom, if the Mayan’s had a vision for you,
if the vision is true,
when it strikes 12 its koo-koo,
even them cartoons tried to tell it to you too,
screws are loosened not fastened for each generation new,
but stay cool,
take it one day by day one,
make a judgment on each situation as they come,
get that hate from that weight in your chest, it came from,
the opposite place of what made what you gotta embrace,