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The Imperial

by Pete Gas Raps

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1.
Freestyle '07 (free) 02:30
Gas: Pete Gas blazing on the scene Smooth as silk, peaches and cream Raps the stuff of school girl dreams Cover of all magazines Dub: Watch Pete Gas run up the stairs Discman set on Yellow Squares Not fazed by the people's stares Flips the bird, who fuggin' cares? Pete Gas he don't put on airs Never truth, always takes dares Come in close, show you the wares Steak is rare and fruit is pears Gas; I'm the best you ever seen Bod is lean and 'tude is mean Hot ass teens at Dairy Queen Can't take their eyes off of me Gas; Can't wait to go to the fair Only time I leave my lair Drive so hard I'm grinding gears Craving for elephant ears Ladies see me and they beam Smile so wide it almost gleams Bouncy busting at the seams Gas' cheerleaders' scream "Go Team!" Dub: Gas flies blazing from the south Donut powder frames his mouth Hot and smooth like sweet "vermouth" Snatch your brain like cat does mouse Haters find they're not so tough Stay down if you've had enough Candy in his pocket stuffed Pete Gas takes no fuggin' guff Gas: Almost Halloween, so BOO! How you like my '50s do? Put in two palms full of goo Make the foxy kittens mew Crusin' down the avenue Taking my girl to the zoo Get into my face, say "Ew" That's a stunt you're gonna rue Dub: Sunny state with nil for smog Picked a fight with Doldo's dog Burly brawn your mind to fog Light my man another crog Gas: Blazing beats, the tie that binds Only time that I feel fine You can keep that daily grind Bitch and moan, complain and wine Taking Suzie out to dine Arm around her in due time Smokin' hot, dressed to the nines Kiss goodnight and now she's mine Dub: Breaking through and breaking out First a scowl, then a pout Don't drink porter, don't drink stout Cross his path, go'n punch you out Gas: Spar and me and you'll regret You're boo and I will tête-à-tête I'll get that girl all soaking wet Grape-Aid for two and you go fetch! She's gonna smile and then she'll pout This Date will surely give me clout You best go turn those lights right out Think you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
2.
Risk Taker, Love Maker (free) 01:55
Gas: I'm Pete Gas, and I got no class Got a big fat ass, drinkin' sassafras I'm Pete Gas; I can get real crass When I'm fishing bass or I'm mowing grass Dub: Here's Pete Gas in the south of France Does a little dance, puts you in a trance Watch Pete Gas if you get the chance Going on his rants about shorts and pants Gas: I'm Pete Gas, rap like Mama Cass And I drive real fast, can't be late for mass I'm Pete Gas, don't give me no sass When I make a pass at a schoolgirl lass Dub: Here's Pete Gas on a stool or chair When he combs his hair, don't you drool and stair Watch Pete Gas crunchin' Cape Cod chips Packin' heat and clips, give the man no lip Here's Pete Gas dancing on the floor With a wild boar, rabid to the core Watch Pete Gas as he tries to gore Listen to him roar, makes it have seizures See Pete Gas and the shirt he tore Trying hard to score with the girl next door All is fair in both love and war Feel the passion soar, sweatin' from their pores Gas: Pete Gas raps like the days of yore Never short and sweet, gives what you paid for Smooth as silk like a hottie lure Poundin' on the door, let 'em in for sure Watch Pete Gas as he starts to poor Grape-Aid stuff of lore, want a little more? Back again dancing on the floor With a wild boar, break it down hardcore
3.
The Picnic (free) 02:17
Gas: Rappin' like you won't believe Verse so good you can't conceive Take a break to sip my tea Beats flow through me like a sieve Pete Gas blazin' with his crew Nothing left for you to do Bust a rhyme and I'll bust two This ain't all: I got a few Dub: Frustrate you so you will leave Rile you up, get you so peaved Talkin' smack, tall tales you weave Who's the greatest? Go ask Jeeves Gas: Pete Gas with a whole new hue Makes you run off to the loo All the foxy kittens mew Gas turns this place to a zoo Why must I be so damn emo? Don't know another path to go Just kneading on this sour dough No Splenda here it's Sweet N' Low Dub: Runnin' lights through your home town Write your daughter's number down Check it fool, my nose ain't brown Detention when the school bell sounds Gas: Keep rockin' out to my slick beats This burger's rare, turn up the heat Keep bugs off us by sprayin' Deet And walk in the grass with bare feet Dub: Crash this party on the fly Grill smoke churnin', burnin' high Raise the brows and hear a sigh This sure beats fat Frank's fish fry Gas: If cute girls make you holler "woah" Pass the slaw down to the back row Best in the world, you know it's so Make all the ladies scream "Oh, oh!" Dub: Potato salad spiced to taste Marinade's a mesquite base We're short on punch, so do make haste And use the barrel for all waste Gas: The ribs are sweet, plus slaw and beans And always leave room for poutine Make sure those fockin' hands are clean Adults in front, in back go tweens Push over son, give me a seat It's time for me to meet n' greet Kids are playing hide and seek This 'cue's the best you ever seen
4.
Burnin' Up (free) 01:33
Dub: Pete Gas used to be real fat Eating ice cream by the vat Sweet and salty this and that Couldn't reach around to scratch Brand new threads Pete Gas will don Every cheerleader will fawn Fanning Gas with huge palm fronds Feed him grapes 'til they're all gone Smooth as silk like Goldie Hawn Catching rays out on the lawn Keep it real like Clu from 'Tron' Send your weak rhymes to the pawn Gas: Girlies scream when they see rats Where the hell's that g**damn cat? Hand me my new baseball bat Could get messy, y'all stand back Dub: Pete Gas wearing the rap hat Shirt torn off to show his lats Spar with him, go tit for tat Knock you out, down to the mat
5.
Duck Dilemma (free) 01:43
Gas: "Stop that duck!" yelling from a truck You were mad as ----, having real bad luck Pete Gas knows he can't pass the buck So he up and hucks all his hockey pucks Dub: Watch that bird get all starry-eyed, Knows it's piper-pied with the turning tides In Pete Gas that duck will confide, But he's telling lies, got no alibi Gas: You'll deny, but your a** I'll ride 'Til we make some strides on this great divide Tan your hide until you abide Coming from both sides like Kentucky Fried Dub: You know this makes me say "yuck" I should throw you in the muck Givin' me nothing but guff Gotta say it, bird-- you suck
6.
Talkin' Smack/Game Day (free) 01:15
Gas: Ziggy Zane says I'm hella vain But he can't contain all his jealous rage Says I'm lame, just straight up insane But I see his pain when I comb my mane Dub: Ziggy Zane is just a boy Acting like he's so annoyed Grabs the hand of his friend Roy Feed each other Chips Ahoy Getting all up in my face You're the chump I'm gonna waste Once I open my suitcase Get to stepping, best make haste So let that hater act so coy Eating poi with sauce of soy Just an establishment toy Watching his rage gives me joy Gas: Attitude you better brace Don't make me break out my mace Time for chase, pick up your pace This is one race you won't place Dub: See the shock he tries to feign No comeback-- he must refrain Rhymes and beats so hella tame Should be selling weather vanes Gas: That's right, Zig, I said that, main All your pompous rhymes will wane Beat your a** with rusty chain Leave you wrecked: "have a Great Dane!" Dub: You better check yo' Gas: self Dub: Before I wreck yo' Gas: self Dub: When I grab my Gas: belt Dub: Gonna leave you Gas: welts Dub: Such a little Gas: elf Dub: Best go run get Gas: help Dub: But if I hear you Gas: tell Dub: Damn right there'll be Gas: hell
7.
Manimal (free) 02:28
Gas: Full of lies, you're just a con Name's Pete Gas-- don't call me "son" Take your weak rhymes to the pawn Use the cash to shop at Von's Gas gives into his cravings Rants out here and there raving House is full of wood shavings People drive by, all waving Dub: Underlined, italic bold Splitting Guinness, blazing gold Climbing up to break the mold Shipping platinum: all sold Gas: Pete Gas yelling to come on Drinking Summer Explosion* Cruising down the Autobahn Out the window throws lemons Driveway Pete Gas is paving Keeps more funds in his savings Concrete will prevent caving Ain't worried about a thing Dub: Rolling records bear no dust Spit-shine chrome, too fast for rust Playback, green back, Gas we trust When Pete Gas parties, we too must Gas: Not a fan of Jam or WHAM! Makes me think of Vietnam Last line will start up a ban Censors backed by Uncle Sam Go ahead to cuff and stuff Least I'm getting off my duff Punk a** can't stop talking tough You don't wanna give me guff Spraying my cookware with Pam Smoke will rise-- turn on the fan Soon as you open that can, We'll all be knee-deep in yams Eating lean'll keep you buff No peanut butter and fluff I've huffed and puffed-- Enuff Z'nuff And don't you dare call me cream puff ======= *PETE GAS LEMON LIME SUMMERTIME EXPLOSION You will need: diet Coke diet Sprite Lemon Lime Seltzer water one lemon one lime Mix diet Coke, diet Sprite, and seltzer water (4oz. each), then gently squeeze lemon FIRST, then lime, and stir the whole thing up. Enjoy!
8.
Spar Star (free) 01:52
Gas: You know Drew, he don't know jack 'Cause Drew don't know how to rap But keep that behind his back Or you'll surely get a smack Dub: See my rhymes called into question The minority's contesting Step up sir, fill in the test and Looks like you've been naught but jesting Gas: Don't be calling me no hack Give me time-- I'll get the knack What you seek is what you lack Send you home where you can pack Dub: Don't you blink or you'll be missing Gas got class or only dissing Know he's floundering if he's fishing Straight 'game over': restart mission Gas: Never checking out the racks Son, I've just got too much tact But won't hesitate to mack And you know that's just a fact Dub: Dub got clout, Dub got the vision Cursive, chorus, long division Good results trump good intentions Didn't you major in detention? Gas: Heard you calling this rap wack Why you gotta go attack? Gonna bring a money sack Get a cake for Jen and Zac Dub: These ambiguous depictions Who knows fact from Pete Gas' fiction Dub came solid, shots were swishing You the dopest? Keep on wishing
9.
Emo King (free) 00:42
Gas: Change up the beat, gotta break it down slow No time for weak rhymes, least not anymore Come over later, just bought new Play-Doh Molding skills make all the hot teens say "woah" Don't misconstrue that last line for conceit I'll get to the point-- try to make this contrite Rhymes so damn smooth like milk straight from cow's teat Get you so excited, wet all on your seat Back to the point, gotta reap what I sow Showing up every Tom, Billy, or Joe Speaking of which, I'll take two Sweet N' Low Rap's so damn tiring, you don't even know Guessing it's time for me to go retreat Feels like I'm slipping or losing the beat Hankering for some soup with broth of leek Crepes for dessert, man that would be a feat
10.
Holla if you hear me, yo Can you feel me flow? When I rock the mic, everybody knows They're in for a show-- you can lock the doors No one here will go 'til my final bow Turnin' up the heat, all the ladies swarm Can't be beat-- now they're getting warm You'll admit defeat when they're in my arms Melting like ice cream-- can't resist my charms
11.
INSTIGATION '07 (free) 11:00
12.
Da Showznit (free) 04:32
Clocking, rocking, yap it like Gus Bunny When I guts the Gas like a deer, you know it's money I lay back in rewind, get jacked it, stack it Upturned and rhyme on the bass line-- Like you can hack it! How can I read the post? And how should I break Biscotti like burnt toast? New originals, straight bologna-free As I torch down... just about everyone on the VSE 'Nother seismic sideshow 'neath the limbo bar Doctor Dot duking you a proud new scar If the catering staff forgot the cigars, It's the Times for their hides by the girl named Har' To the fruit punch pool: I take .spike., Pluto, Excite Bike, but Frank's too cool Tell you the true, there's Charleston Chew And Boston cremes too-- it's always a zoo But your switch-flip "so pissed" hit your fits, never missed With the whitey dot Gas dot in the midst So don't approach the stage! We're your one-stop sage When we're penning every page in a blind a** rage Sir, it's sizzling hot as I take it to the bank Doctor Dub is on the pulpit, 'bout as dizzy as Frank Doldo Dorito: break a bag in the nick And let me cut your floors good with a pogo stick slick Sir, I'm summering-- slumbering in the Keys And stumbling out the hammock with the canned squeeze cheese I got a torn script for your inbox, Gas aiming rotten eggs at your secretary's ass You tried to chase .spike. up the turnpike on a red trike He's his own mic... (urban coloquialism) You can't reach my dfontd, so make some quote signs And tell it to Biscotti Got my back yearly at the BTV Hit up Dunkin' D for some Bean Town C's You can't sway the D-U-single B, except with waffles and cheese I'm filming all, billing Charles by noon Flips a table, storms off-- back soon Ding dongs, Ho-ho's, slide 'em over, sir, cause no: Doc Dub don't do Atkins-- let's go to Quizno's. I'm somewhat sugar-frazzled So I tighten up my goggles, hit the stage and get you dazzled Machete, may I let me get so petty? Turn maroon Don't you waste my game with no melted macaroon Box of burritos through my glove compartment door Dub unlim' flipping crogs and stuffing marshmallow I bitch every day, you know I snitch every day With the a.g VSE .spike. Harley Hil Machete "Ee-hee!" "Abluh!" "Shut up!", like the post said, sir Blaze on the lights and let me make the crowd purr I got a little cousin by the name of Cherry Who's a noble sadist eye-poke like Moe does Larry 'Cause you know about the sketch that we be stalling through And you be yawn about the thread that we be typing up And you be thundering about the ---- we spout when it gets dark 'Cause Doc Dub is slip-sharp like a sturgeon The version you hear from dot Gas dot May be less than spit-spot Get with the D busy flickering in your eye sockets Know I'm on the rocket fuel-- I kick it like the burro, fool Sure as Frank D going act like a tool You don't read the post you solicit, So fire the italics typist-- lick it! The VSE gonna wound and salt 'em, done and done P-E-T-E Gas the temperless one I'm Doctor dot W, thrill haze, the crowd's blazing Shut the show down-- who ever heard of crullers with raisins? I'm unstrapping-- call an end to the rollerskating Tell Estelle and Giovanni to phone me, and my rider's not a phony And wise-a** Dr. Phil: We best take a weekend retreat coop to fell-swoop them bitter pills So we be flipping tables, sure Storms out, slams, shout Don't accuse of being stable, sir
13.
Giggle Jelly (free) 00:51
Pause here to undo my belt Gorge myself on chocolate gelt Now my diet's full of kelp So the scales no longer tilt Girlies all check out my delts Hardest rock they've ever felt Flex my guns, I'll make 'em melt Hot and bothered to the hilt
14.
Canyon (free) 07:09

about

Pete Gas is not a rapper. He is not your financier. Let us be perfectly clear that Pete Gas is *not* a marmoset. Let's put an end to those rumors for good.

Instead, Pete Gas is a hypochondriac, hemophiliac, neurotic, quixotic, mechanic, bananic, rough and tumble SOB straight out of O-Town F- to the- L- to the- A, who will turn on you in a heartbeat, then tearfully explain to the press how he was loyal to the bitter end, "and no one even cared! No one even cared!"

Pete Gas is not on trial here.

credits

released October 25, 2011

Produced by andre "Doctor Dub" .W

Pete Gas: vocals, beat box, snaps
Doctor Dub: vocals, programming, bass, guitars, beat box, snaps

all songs written by Pete Gas and Doctor Dub except "Emo King", and "Holla If You Hear Me, Yo" by Pete Gas; and "Da Showznit": music by Snoop Doggy Dogg, lyrics by Doctor Dub.

recorded at A9 Studio Labor Day 2007 (Instigation session) and Flay-10 Studio Labor Day 2008 (Audacity Session).

all beats generated by andre.W, using highly confidential technology. Seriously. Not even his mom knows about it. For realsies n' stuff. So stop being so frickin' nosy. Gawd! >:-|

"Holla If You Hear Me, Yo," features beat box a-cappela by a.&.g, the likes of which you have never heard. Admit it.

Chips Ahoy are a registered trademark... and really good with a cold glass of milk. Am I right? I mean, am I right? Am I... oh. Oh, sorry.

PETE GAS WISHES TO THANK:
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andre.W, A-9 Studio, candyhammer lo-fi, KFS, Frank, Pluto, my precious little angel *chelz,* Amber, Betty Machette, Dottie Biscotti, Excite Bike, Crimson Beneficiaries, One Gun, andre.W and the .gas. Variety Show Espectaculaire, the "harley and the Frank" show, .spike., harley, Team Vampire, the "Pluto and the .spike." show, MySpace, Facebook, Bob Hazen, the crazy lady who thought she saw Bigfoot, some chick and her mom, Ding-Dongs®, Ho-Hos®, cruellers, blueberry fritters, baked goods in general, your mom (yeah! ur mom! lol) ...and the great cosmos, for blessing him with a gift of rhyme so sick, it truly should be illegal (oh, snap!). I mean, really. He's just saying here...

HOLLA!
.gas. '09


KFS appears courtesy of "Pete Gas Sux Ass Productions®," which is soley responsible for his juvenile display of... um... juvenile things.

andre.W appears courtesy of candyhammer. also, andre.W and the .gas.
oh, cram it. nobody said I had to just put down one thing. (*flips table, storms off)

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