Act III: Atomic

by The Seige

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03:23
2.
03:05
3.
02:48

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released March 8, 2017

Written & Performed by: Taz Conley, Riley Taylor
Mixed & Mastered by: Riley Taylor
Artwork by: Riley Taylor

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The Seige Los Angeles, California

The Seige is Taz Conley on vocals and Riley Taylor on production. Two young creative musicians who left their hometowns in pursuit of their own personal goals and ended up finding more than just each other in the land of Lost Angels. This is The Seige.

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Track Name: Boing Boing
Z.E.R.O.S. that's right
I pay way too much for my flights
I pay way too much for my clothes
I'm just too damn cool for these hoes
Someone please just hand me my phone
So I can get back into my zone
Everyone just leave me alone
I'm just way too lit for this
All I ever wanted was a hand full of honeys
All I ever needed was a girl who's conceited
Gold on my neck boy I ain't trying to flex
But I'm shining so hard even blind people see it
Stepping out the wagon that's two hundred thousand
Bright red paint got it looking like a dragon
That's what you get from a hard day of trapping
I'm lit (lit lit lit) man the sauce just splashing
Don't that shit sound familiar
Lame ass rhymes these rap dudes deliver
Can't trust ya'll I stay la familia
Knock down walls nigga break down the pillars
Hands to the ceiling
Hands in the air
Spread that wealth throw them bands everywhere
Material chick know I'm royalty
Suck this dick baby Imma shoot gold in your hair

Turn everything up
Turn everything up
Turn everything ah
Turn everything ah

Welcome to the land of the greed
Welcome to the home of the slave
Run up in your house while you sleep
What's the number to the motherfucking safe
Niggas going from the cradle to grave
You done fucked around and stumbled in the cave
Bout to go Django Unchained
Girls do anything to get backstage
Turn everything up
Money ain't everything but
Pops taught me how to stack green up
Black King Tut
High school friends selling drugs out the same house
where I grew up
That's how you really give back to your community
I don't settle for less I'm getting what I need
I know people locked up for only using weed
How did Hillary Clinton get immunity, huh?

[Hillary Clinton menacing laugh]

Everyday is halloween, huh?
Michael Myers, Jamie Lee, huh?
Freddy Krueger in your dreams, huh?
Load up clips and make a scene, huh?
They putting lies on the screen
Black & gold everything
We going crazy we jumping ‘round like marines
We rage against the machine
Nigga we the kings

You ready?

“I’m out man, that nigga’s trippin”
- Russell Westbrook

Woo
Turn everything woo
Turn everything ah
Turn everything ah
Ah, AAH
Track Name: Bad Habits
Bad habits
Fiending and I gotta have it
Got me like a crack addict
Won't you throw that back at me
Way too gone
Might need someone to take me home
I know all your patience gone
Your favorite makeup on girl it's been way too long

I don't wanna take it slow
No I don't wanna take it slow
You don't know if you wanna go
Well tell me when you think you know
Yeah, cause

I've been working way too hard
Thank god you didn't stray too far
Our love is like alcohol
Get home and head straight to the bar
I know you think that I don't notice you
I know that I ain't been around in weeks
I saw you putting your makeup on
And I almost bent your ass over the sink
I just feel so faded
And you just want to be appreciated
You say that things ain't been the same lately
You're only like this when you're medicated
Tell me why we gotta do this every week
Why we gotta do this every week
Walking 'round naked in the suite
You just want attention
You just want me to listen
Roll something up then roll around the sheets

I don't wanna take it slow
No I don't wanna take it slow
You don't know if you wanna go
Well tell me when you think you know
Yeah, cause
I don't wanna take it slow
Take it slow

Take it slow
Take it slow, yeah
Take it slow
Take it slow
I don't want to play games
Girl, you're just all the same
I won't be one to blame
But I'll make you glad you came

Uh
Track Name: Willoughby
Man come to work on time everyday
And he grind for the raise boss say he gotta
PUSH
Got a wife he don't even really like
And a house that's way over priced but he still gotta
PUSH
Wound up tight
Now he started thinking that his life ain't right
He just need a little
PUSH
Cause he's on the edge right now
Wrong side of the bed right now
Bitch give me that

Push
Drive
Push
You got to push to stay alive
Push
Drive
Push
In the game to survive man some will die

Headed home on the train
Man falls asleep, tries to ease that pain
Cause he's tired of the
PUSH
Has a little dream about a place where
He ain't got to be another rat in the race
PUSH
A place called Willoughby Lane
Where everybody knows his name
And he don't have to change
PUSH
But he never makes it out of his seat
Wakes up before he can even make it to his feet
Back to work he can't focus
Thinks he'd rather be homeless
Tries to push through the day but it's hopeless
Wife yells in his face and he don't notice
Soon as he gets to that part of his day
Soon as he gets to that seat on the train
Close his eyes and everything goes away
Said he's trying to be up at Willoughby Lane

Push
Drive
Push
You got to push to stay alive
Push
Drive
Push
In the game to survive man some will die

Push, drive
Man you gotta push to stay alive
In the urban jungle that's the only way you thrive
In the game to survive man some will die
Push, drive
Man you gotta push to stay alive
In the urban jungle that's the only way you thrive
In the game to survive man some will die

By now you're probably thinking
A man like him don't need another reason
He just need a
PUSH
Next time he sees Willoughby Lane
Said he's gonna get off that train
Even if he's got to
PUSH
No more dead end job
No boss, no wife, no cars
Man no more
PUSH
Falls asleep when he gets to his seat
Sees Willoughby Lane and then

All it took was thought
Cause the man got off of the train
But the train never stopped
And when they put what was left
Of his body in the ground
Willoughby was the name on the box
See he went to that place he was longing for
Where everybody waves and they hold open doors
Got away from the stress and the bore
Instead of Willoughby Lane
He went to the Willoughby morgue