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A collection of non-album singles released in 2011.

Purchase on iTunes: itunes.apple.com/us/artist/a.dd/id397431967
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released 04 October 2011
Songs Produced by: Black Milk, Picnictyme, Brain Gang Blue and Brain Gang X'Zavier
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tags: hip hop/rap hip-hop rap Dallas
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On their focused debut, Dallas’ Paris Pershun and Slim Gravy of A.Dd+ are the rapper and the poet, the spawn of UGK and ... more OutKast, combining street and cerebral. - Pitchfork

When Pigs Fly might be the best hip-hop album Dallas has ever released. - Dallas Observer

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Track Name: Genocide
Slim Gravy:
King Blue just gave me a beat and he said "Make sure that you rock it"
'Bout a year ago, big bro gave us a key to the city said "Here, n*gga lock this bitch, and don't let nobody in"
Pretty soon, they'll be knockin'
Made it in the XXL, now they watching
The column was little as hell, no problem
My patnas out the hood be saying I'm Hollywood
I tell them I'm not, but that I should be
Give me a year, I'll probably be in a leer
Sippin' a beer with a bitch who model for her career
With a rear make a n*gga say "Good grief"
Wouldn't be shit if I never linked with
My n*gga P, since juvenile delinquents
We been ridin' like Bin Laden and Bush
Ridin' the bus, A.Dd+ silent plus When Pigs Fly, enough
With the fuck shit, fuck this
It's a city-wide genocide, minimize all the bullshit
They be coming with
I talk shit 'cause I don't give a fuck
What you say n*gga come again, what?
I make y'all muthafckas listen up
This is what it is, all you n*ggas suck
We the realest here
If you agree, let me see you put your hands

Let me see you put your hands (x3)
We ready, we ready (x8)

Mold with the old, grow with the new
Live or die, pick a side any two
Win or lose, gotta choose one
Got a new gun, I'ma use too
Bang, bang and the boom, boom
Better move, run
I'm a come through with bazookas and a platoon
Bullet proof truck full of goons strapped up
I'ma do what I want to, n*gga fuck you
Tough luck, they done fucked up
Now they gotta die, genocide

Let me see you put your hands (x3)

Paris Pershun:
It's time for change, no time for games
We chasin' this money and chasin' this fame
Fuck chasin' these dames, mayne
I said it's time for change, fuck chasin' these dames
Say something different, they look at me strange
You n*ggas exchanged the cool for the lame
You ain't got a license to rhyme, then stay in yo' lane
Like I got the gun cocked and placed to your brain
Shit, take a shot
If your survive the blast without droppin' fast and then finishing last
Then you that n*gga, huh?
Well, maybe not
You say you're really built for it, but you ain't
I say I'm built for it, what you think?
I'm struggling now, but then I visualize myself
George Jefferson struttin', walking into the bank, mayne
God say don't kill, Lucifer say kill that bitch
God say don't steal, Lucifer say take that shit
Make that quick
And yeah, I might have some regret up in my heart
We blinded from the start
Get it how you live, mayne that's just how we was taught
But everybody wanna shed a tear when a n*gga get caught
Wassup
Thanks for not making me put that knife in your back
Now, I got money to put some gas in the 'lac
The registration expired, but I still burn rubber off of my tires
Tryna play my part
I'm tryna get far
Tryna top the charts, n*gga gotta raise the bar
We been hot from the start
And I'm spittin' from the heart
So I do it for the love
A.Dd+ Hoe

Slim Gravy:
Yeah, it's a muthafckn genocide (x3)
Will you die, will you survive? Let's go

Yeah, it's a muthafckn genocide (x3)
Will you die, will you survive? Let's go

(We don't want to hear that bullshit (x8))
Track Name: Insomniac Dreaming (prod by Black Milk)
Paris Pershun:
Get a scoop, a double dose of it
Basking in the ambiance of robbin' another
Make one scream for the unseen, unfortunately
Hands don't raise, but I still get praise
Fly lyrics on exhibit as they rip the runway
Taking off, not at all, I don't get paid to strip
So every day I dip like it's my last
Hoping that this feeling of wrong won't last too long
Mean talk with a mean walk ought to be taught
How not to get caught in that jelly
Found in the bellies of disaster, poetic
Jumping out of every window screaming, "Message!"
Blessings in disguise, covered eyes in this masquerade
Man, I wish I woulda seen the face, as always
My mind moving too fast, but still arrive too late
Virgo with the mind of a Gemini, we straight
Two heads always better than one
That's why we come second to none, give it a run
They dreams chasing' them, but they run, n*ggas is dumb
Y'all continue to have fun, my message is none

Hook:
I don't wanna be famous, I just wanna be well off
Keep my bank account bangin', take care of those I care about
Fuck a Maybach, I/we just keep swangin' my/the 'lac (Right)
These the thoughts of a black insomniac (Gotdamn)

Slim Gravy:
Just started writing didn't know where to begin
Jot a couple lines then start over again, then again
The line was tight, the time was right
Is, the lime of light gon' shine tonight?
Dig, we got a show, I got a flow
And a couple fans, used to wanna hustle pants, studio
Love is tough, when 'bout the peace
I use it for improvement, others use it to decease
I live for it, they die by it
No beefin', that's why I diet
No thiefin', now I buy it
Was committing more than theft, my golly
Yeah I'll prolly be better off doin' this 'stead of that, Trapped in some trap, way heavy off in the mix
Got raps on top of raps
Tryna make some sense and put Dallas on the map

(Hook)

What if I was to make it, riches now, boy I'm bankin'
Bitches all in my bidness, drowning' in money, sinkin'
I'm frowning' and wonderin', thinkin' about this life I'm living
Another day, another dolla, I live my wishes
I triumph through expeditions, I woulda never thunk it
I made it, but now like, "Fuck it," I hate it, but love attention
Outrageous, a bunch of women know me now, they owe me now
But I don't even stress it, I just take a puff and blow it out
Proportion, needs my portion, every penny, fuck a Porsche, Lamborghini
I am forced to ask this Genie, "Why me?"
I ain't ask for that, asthma attacks, I just wanna breathe
Bring ambulance, ambulance, 1, 2, 3, clear
Money's my motivation, living's my occupation
My new hobby is waiting, and I'm probably impatient
But I do it for this, cop a couple of cribs
A couple of whips
Track Name: Jumper Cables ft. Tunk
Hook:
Wait till I get my money right, and I’m on
I’ma get that Caddy runnin’ right, bitch I’m gone
Livin’ good, it ain’t nothin’ better, nothin’ better
Livin’ good, it ain’t nothin’ better, nothin’ better

Paris Pershun:
Ain’t got no job
See what this felony did to a n*gga, life is hard
Get my ass up off my momma’ couch and then hop in my car
My fender wrecked, but still I drive it like it’s flawless
Catch me flickin’ often runnin’ low on gas, put a damper on my plans
Still I’m bench pressing my pen, we bout to raise the bar
Truthfully, I don’t know why yo bitch wanna fuck me
I guess it’s ’cause she thinkin’ I’m a star, but I’m not

Slim Gravy:
We just two po’ boys in a Caddy, bout to ride that thing there ragged
Ain’t no air and the bumper draggin’, engine barely runnin’, fabric hudded
Tags out, rear view and the tail light busted
Really, I need some cash now then I’ma be ridin’ clean

(Hook)
I got this money in my pocket, and I ain’t tryna lose it
Nothing lasts forever, for now it’s like whatever
Get some gas and I’m takin off, takin’ off
I’ma get some gas and I’m takin’ off, takin’ off

Tunk:
Brain Gang Tunk, represent, represent
The highest scoring n*gga off the bench ’bout to rip
Comin’ with amazing flavor, taste it like you Craig and Day Day
Yeah I’m a trip, but I don’t have the bread to vaycay
Gas tank on “E” but still proceed to push this presidential
Stick to the fundamentals, you see my funds are little
This all I can give you, a little bit of me
A little A.Dd+ and Picnic instrumentals
I do my thang, no masturbation
Playa, playa please don’t playa hate
Go play the station, no car but I’m in ya lady
Her name Mercedes, put the Benz on my jumper cables
And got it crankin’

(Hook)
I got this money in my pocket, and I ain’t tryna lose it
Nothing lasts forever, for now it’s like whatever
Get some gas and I’m takin off, takin’ off
I’ma get some gas and I’m takin’ off, takin’ off

Slim Gravy:
Don’t give a fuck shawty, sittin’ on both sides
N*gga signals, gotta get it bitch it’s “go” time

Paris Perhun:
You can roll with me, fuck around we both drive
She hangin’ out the window straight do it like a stripper, now gon’

Tunk:
Take it off, bitch, bend over let me see it
If you lookin’ for a trill type n*gga let me be it
Got the Cadillac De-Ville parked outside
It ain’t enough room to fit them guls in my ride
On some work-somethin’, twerk-somethin’ basis
On some work-somethin’, twerk-somethin’ basis
We on a work-somethin, twerk-somethin’ basis
Got my money right, pocket full of big faces