MRMT​/​/​EP

by Mixed-Race Mixtape

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released November 12, 2015

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Mixed-Race Mixtape Los Angeles, California

MRMT//EP is the latest project from nationally touring Hip-Hop theatre show, Mixed-Race Mixtape.

#MRMT is a concept rap album on the theatre stage, exploring the challenges of growing up outside of the box and beyond the choices of black, white, and “Other.”

Featuring the popular single "Shortcut" and 3 exclusive tracks from the show + 1 (bonus) song to audiences everywhere, without a ticket.
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Track Name: Shortcut
Lyrics:
Hook x2
High school blues
High school Blu-ooos
When the Red light
Blue light
Red light
High school blues
Lights flash

“Hello sir, where are you going?
Can you take a seat for just a moment?
Please show
Me
I-D
And
Tell me where your home is?

Where you walking from?
Where you heading to?
Keep your legs out.
Why you getting attitude?
Better watch your mouth boy!
Now, get up!
That ain’t a fucking couch boy

Oh!
What’s this?!
Thought you didn’t have a wallet?
No I-D to show me
Not Mr. Po-lice
Well, guess what “ho-mie”
I just called backup
To check
Behind that church
You were just walking from
Now,
I will only ask once,
What were you doing there?
Drinking?
Drugs?
Graffiti?
Will I find any broken bottles or guns?
And son, don’t think that your sneaky!

Meeting up with friends or what? Staying out late?
Get onto the ground again. Keep them legs straight!
Don’t even think of running, I’m a go and scan your name
The second car is almost here. Better start to pray!”

Hook x2:
High school blues
High school Blu-ooos
When the Red light
Blue light
Red light
High school blues
Lights flash

I’m heading home, checking in with mama.
Why I gotta sit down?
I ain’t got my wallet.
My house like three or four blocks from here
Why you stopping me,
Mr. Officer?

I was at the Hill with a few of my dudes
I thought I just told you, I’m walking home
Yo! Don’t kick me!
What’s your damn badge number?
Ya whatever man,
Guess you had a bad summer

I’m sorry
I Forgot
It’s been a long day
No sir, it’s not
Even like
Wow!
None of that!
It’s a short cut
Just another path!
That’s my mama’s church
This is getting nuts,
Yo, I’m going home
Let me go home!
Even call my mother
How many times I got to tell you Mr. Officer
I’m just walking home.
Heading home.

Hook x2:
High school blues
High school Blu-ooos
When the Red light
Blue light
Red light
High school blues
Lights flash
Track Name: Tongue Troubles
Tongue tied
Like rope on a collar
“Si, espero un momento...”
Trying to find my accent
Like where the hell it went yo?
“Creo que es por alla...”

Feeling like,
Please god save me
I’m trying to help this Lady
And I can kind of understand, but I can’t say shit
Kind of wish my Dad was here to translate this

“Entiendo, pero no se como...”
Looking like the only brown kid in the whole globe
Speaking like a white boy
You alright boy?
Last name match with your face type boy

But um,
How come it don’t match with the language
“Lo siento...no puedo...I’m sorry”
This happens often
I’ll stick to English, so I won’t have any problems.

(Drum Break)

Verse 2:
I say type of shit like that happen all the time
Native tongue only cheek kissing in my life
Like twice a year
Over text
Slang with the homies
Home with Abuela
Calling the primos...

And the Tios.
And las Tias.
Me and Paul can’t always love like we want, but
God damn
They love to see us.
For a minute I forget about the words when we all about to eat up.
But, then it’s like, “Ensename la cochina.
I mean, “Cocina!”
I mean, “Lo siento!!”
You know what,
“Just show me where to clean up”
And I’ll grab my dad a pencil

So he can write down every time he didn’t teach me
God-Damn-dad, it would have been so easy
All you had to do was speak-to me
Speak to me,
Why
Don’t
You
Speak to me?
Dad
Track Name: Hey Dad
You the-type of-humble-make me
Question where this ego from
You the-type to-win a-Nobel,
Forget to tell me or mom

Nothing to put you up in the
Lime-light.
I just hope when the
Times right

I’ll be half the man that you think you are
And this apple didn’t fall to far
From the shade you provided.

Towards the stars
Are the only way
You’d let my eyes sway
Guided by your own haze
Stay fighting.
I want to see my-self in your eyes,
Two strikes of the same lighting.

So I got my sword and shield.
School and way with words
All four
For the ordeal

This life
Close my eyes
I
See you in that suit,
All black.
Blue tie.
And an old pair of self-shined shoes.

“What up”
Drop the S.
Style like a mob boss on that best dressed.
Blue Jeans.
Button up.
Tucked in
On an off day.
First generation
Self-employed.
Self-made.

But remember, but remember
Walk first.
Talk waits.
(beat)
Cause actions speak louder
Then the sounds you make.

Hook:
Hey Dad
How you doing?
Hey Dad
How you been?
Hey Dad
What’s new with you?
Hey Dad
Let me in.

Hey Dad
How you doing?
Hey Dad
How you been?
Hey Dad
Do you remember?
Hey Dad
Let me in.

Verse 2:
I remember every rally at the Santa Ana city hall center...
Both flags waved with same rhythm
And the same hidden story
For the first time
In a long time
I remember

Jan 6th.

Roscas de reyes,
When the Kings came,
This time
They left with the baby
And the songs we sang to him on the 25th
Here
And we took plenty trips
Back to the motherland
Just so we could sing the same songs
And I can get crossed by my grandmother hand
Half the winter with the other fam,
Summer drives listen to Carlos Santana

Do you remember?

Juanes, Luis Miguel, La Oreja De Van
Gogh.
Bought for ya.
Arjona.
Early morning games to watch our team play.
Flag tied round me.
Red, White, Green.
Words we screamed at the screen, even when they lost
A good game.

And,
English was hard.
But, you always seemed to manage.
But, next time we see other, please speak to me in Spanish.

Hook:
Hey Dad
How you doing?
Hey Dad
How you been?
Hey Dad
What’s new with you?
Hey Dad
Let me in.

Hey Dad
How you doing?
Hey Dad
How you been?
Hey Dad
I got a couple questions?
Hey Dad
Let me in. X2

Verse 3:
Why you ever get me baptized?
You know we never go to church.

What’s with all the hair gel?
I’m surprised it don’t stain your shirt.

Do you remember when you use to bring me and Paul home those kinder chocolate eggs with the toys inside?
Well,
I’ve been thinking about them a lot lately.
And how I always found the baby.
Except that one time.


And sometimes
These lines are just for you and me.
And other times
I’m scared to even ask
Wonder if you got the answers
That I’m looking for.
Or not.
Cause I don’t want to make a fool of me.

Hook:
Hey Dad
How you doing?
Hey Dad
How you been?
Hey Dad
What’s new with you?
Hey Dad
Let me in.

Hey Dad
How you doing?
Hey Dad
How you been?
Hey Dad
Who am I?
Hey Dad
Let me in.
Track Name: Disturbance
This is two sides
With two lives
Cut through
With two knives
Two eyes
One face
No choice, but just choose.

And then the lighter side
Is just a lighter Try
Ing
To burn my brown off
Until I’m white and white.

Don’t they know
When you burn:
You get darker.
Browner. Hotter.
. Enduring the flame gets harder...

Assimilate
To seem similar
To the rest.
Pressure from the best
Defined
By
The best

Self-titled
Self entitled
The “other”
Just a useless pest
Or working pet
Loves us when they needs us

Kill us when we seem like a
Nuisance
This ain’t
New shit
Still not seen on the
News kids

Or these industry hooks
Or the history books
TV screens just show
Who the hero is
And how these enemy looks
All these memories took
Out of my head
Remixed and tend to be shook
Up
To show us
With a fucked up show
Of
La-tin-os
Who all,
Fucked up, poor
Dirty, dumb, violent
Surrounded by crime and
The worst part is
That I can’t quite get these images out of my mind.
I can’t get these images out of my mind! Why these images even in there?!
(in stereotypical “wetback” voice)
“Sen-or
No Hablo
Ingle”
Freeway
Crossing
Watch out
For
El Mojador
Or
(In stereotypical “cholo” voice)
“Ey
Vato,
Loco
Don’t make me
Put a bullet hole
Where that
Fucking
Throat go”

And this shit spread
Like the legs of the motherland
When forced open by the hate of another’s hands
Oh
Man
Didn’t mean go
That place
But know
That’s the reason
We in this
Whole damn place
And hey!
Now that we’re here
We’ll do the heavy lifting
Sweeping, mopping and picking.
But, see me!
I’m a fight through the fiction
Cause these the facts
We white collaring
Even with poor fucking diction

Chorus:
But fuck it
I’m optimistic
And I’m off that spik shit
We not lost we living
Through the stop and frisking
Through the cops and prison
Through my Culture stripped
And
I,
Child of Brown National-ism

But fuck it
I’m optimistic
And I’m off that spik shit
We not lost we living
Through the stop and frisking
Through the cops and prison
Through our Culture stripped
And
I,
Whole
Through the truth
I’ve written.

I,
Whole
Through the truths
I’ve written.

I,
Whole
Through the truths
I’ve written.
Track Name: [Bonus] Thank You
You are
Exactly what I’m looking for
Praise to your moms and your Gods and the sunlight
Without them
No you
Without you
No booking tours
No payment plans
No tickets sold, plane rides, car trips, audience or shaking hands
Slash copyrights and lawyer bills
Besides that,
I want to hear my name screamed when I hit the damn stage
Fifty thousand hands raised
So appreciation to you for any push towards that general direction

Cause now we one step closer on this staircase to the moon and back again
On our way to sky walking call me Anakin
Soon i’ll be on that same moon, smooth on that young Mick Jackson shit.
Your love strings to this game I play like a mandolin
Minus you this show just another naked mannequin
But, now we in the store front
Waiting for our product to be bought in these next four months
So we can place these shirts back on all of ya’ll
Re-connect the ideas back and forth. Volleyball
All in all?
You pulled the bunny out the hat, made this path magic
Electric love static
Now I got to spark for all of ya’ll

Hook:
For, all of the dollar signs, thank you
For, the posts and shouts out, thank you
To this online love affair, thank you
Family, friends, fans and anonymous supporters, gracias
To the squad, and the dream and the drive, gracias
HC, MRMT, Smartt productions, Figgy baby saying YEWO, world wide love for ya, come on.