My Mom Thinks I'm Cool

by Jacobo

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released 13 December 2011
All Tracks Produced By Jacobo
All Tracks Mixed and Mastered By Silent Voice
Except For Tracks 2, 5, & 9 Mixed and Mastered By Jacobo

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tags: feelgood hip hop hip hop/rap indie rap Norwalk

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about

Ok, so let's try this one time.
Repeat after me:

HA- ... more KO-BO

Much better.

I used to be a fairly grumpy guy. I'm single(not by choice), jobless, broke and I still live at home with my parents. That's basically me and my music in a nutshell. Still--despite all that-- life seems to be better now. less

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Track Name: Our Year
Well she told me....

I'm standing out here. Oh, isn't it clear?
Tell me the things, that nobody hears.
Look in my eyes, let go of your fears,
and answer me this, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?

So let's back track, bring you up to speed,
on what's going on between her and me.
I met her, through my best friends' sister
and at that moment, I wanted to kiss her.
I walked over, made my presence known,
I wasn't even worried about getting the phone.
Amazed at the fact she was all alone.
A girl this gorgeous, came here on her own?
So, let's be honest...I was buzzed a bit,
or I wouldn't've had the courage for me to do this.
So, how do I start this without making a mess?
Just talked to her and it was effortless.
"Blah blah blah. How do you know Joseph?",
cause oh girl, I need to make the most of,
this situation, strike while it's hot
and ask for your number after the small talk.

I'm standing out here. Oh, isn't it clear?
Tell me the things, that nobody hears.
Look in my eyes, let go of your fears,
and answer me this, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?

So, regroup, cause this is a bad move.
Trying so hard to just impress you.
Asked you to dance and then you agreed,
took you by the hand and you followed me.
So, now we're out there on the dance floor
and just when I thought that I couldn't dance more,
they played my jam, it was the greatest damn,
and at this point, I felt like the man.
So, by now, the night had ended
and I felt compelled, not to spend it,
thinking about, what could've been.
So I asked for your number, to my surprise then,
you shot me down, and I just let it go.
"Everything's cool. See you later, you know."
I brushed it off, cause that's how I roll
and ,"maybe you can come through to the next show."

I'm standing out here. Oh, isn't it clear?
Tell me the things, that nobody hears.
Look in my eyes, let go of your fears,
and answer me this, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?

For the next few months, saw her every now and then.
She would come around, while I was with my friends.
We'd talk and we'd chill, but things were still nil.
Nonexistent, so I learned to deal.
Moved on, finally found a new girl,
when best friends' sister rocked my whole world.
So, apparently, everyone was mad at me,
and I didn't understand, what was happening.
Was hoping dream girl, would maybe answer me.
I couldn't believe it, confused as fuck.
Later that day, she finally hit me up.
Asked if possibly, we'd meet up.
Naturally, I agreed,
but there was something she was hiding.
I was clueless and stuck, or so it appears,
as she said to me with a face full of tears...

I'm standing out here. Oh, isn't it clear?
Tell me the things, that nobody hears.
Look in my eyes, let go of your fears,
and answer me this, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Yeah, yeah, when's it gonna be our year?
Track Name: Finals Week
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
No time for my rhymes, cause it's finals week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
Don't have time for my rhymes until next week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
No time for my rhymes, cause it's finals week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
Don't have time for my rhymes until next week

I gotta paper to do, I haven't done shit.
Hate school right now cause it's not worth it.
For my music, well it's the deterrent.
If part time was an option, I'd prefer it.
There's a better solution? Cause I haven't heard it.
Guess I'll wait on you for the final verdict.
Wanna write for myself and not for others.
I'm bored with doing literary covers.
Every essay's the same, and I'm going insane.
The syllabus is lame, the discussion's inane.
Thirty copies in class with all the same points.
Nobody looks at things from different vantage points.
And still you say that all the papers stink.
Well maybe it's because you don't ask us what we think.
You shoot out a prompt with a played out rubric,
but all I wanna do is just make some music.

Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
No time for my rhymes, cause it's finals week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
Don't have time for my rhymes until next week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
No time for my rhymes, cause it's finals week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
Don't have time for my rhymes until next week

Gotta speech to give and well I'm not prepped.
Hoppin on stage though without a missed step.
Here we go now cause I'ma follow your rules.
Stupid or not cause it's what you choose.
Using Monroe's and if this works, wow...
Ha..yea... You know I don't know how...
Sound like a broken record, cause I'm supposed to,
assume you can't understand what I say or do.
Start from the beginning after every few lines,
if I go on for more than a minute at a time.
Just rinse and repeat, till you give me the sign.
That tells me now, that I've run out of time.
You say it's called reiteration,
but to me it's a lack of concentration.
But whatever the case, wanna get back to my place.
I miss it there, I got some tracks to lace.

Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
No time for my rhymes, cause it's finals week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
Don't have time for my rhymes until next week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
No time for my rhymes, cause it's finals week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
Don't have time for my rhymes until next week

Ah crap, got a test to take.
I could've studied more, if not for the last take.
More important to me, so was that the mistake?
No extra credit cause now it's too late.
Let's see what happens and leave it to fate.
Go on with the final at any rate.
Drifting off and wishing I was back home.
So I could go just record on my own.
Start writing yea, and get into the zone.
Just me, the mic and my pair of headphones.
Isolated here is where I wanna be.
It's the only way I can get inside of me.
Turned in the final and it's not pretty.
Can't believe the work, cause it's just that shitty.
You may have the grades and it's nice you can prove it.
But leave me alone cause I just want my music.

Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
No time for my rhymes, cause it's finals week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
Don't have time for my rhymes until next week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
No time for my rhymes, cause it's finals week.
Right now, me and my mic don't speak.
Don't have time for my rhymes until next week
Track Name: Good Time, Right?
I just came to rock the mic tonight.
Talke to some girls and have a good time right?
But everytime I show up, somebody wants to fight.
I just came to rock the mic tonight.
Talke to some girls and have a good time right?
But everytime I show up, somebody wants to fight.

Chea, one, two, one, two.
Up in the club and I know what I'ma do.
I came to rock the mic tonight.
Steppin to me is a true oversight.
Forgot who I was and the clout that I bring.
Now it's become a personal thing.
And I was just here to have some fun.
Talk to some girls and maybe leave with one.
But now you've gone and fucked up all that.
Gotta bring out the fists and give you the clap.
Make you realize where you are at.
Bumping and a grind? Man fuck all of that.
Messed up the vibe and now we gotta scrap.
But really yo, I'd like to avoid all that.
Wanna get the message out and let you know.
If you just step off, we can all enjoy the show.

I just came to rock the mic tonight
Talke to some girls and have a good time right?
But everytime I show up, somebody wants to fight.
I just came to rock the mic tonight
Talke to some girls and have a good time right?
But everytime I show up, somebody wants to fight.

So I'm up on the floor, and I'm getting mad hyper.
Lookin for a circle to hop in the cipher.
Getting sidetracked cause I'm checkin out this girly.
and I'm thinkin...yea I might wife her.
And if she's into kinky ish....
Well then I might window wipe her.
Figure out my stance and how I'ma play this.
Walk up to the girl and put her on notice.
"My name is Jacobo"
"Yeah....and?"
"Ha, but you already know this"
Hands on the waist, and go for the kiss and
head to the van for an intimate trist.
As we walk out the club, your man'll get so pissed.
And ahhh shit we gotta go through this.

I just came to rock the mic tonight
Talke to some girls and have a good time right?
But everytime I show up, somebody wants to fight.
I just came to rock the mic tonight
Talke to some girls and have a good time right?
But everytime I show up, somebody wants to fight.
Track Name: All Tomorrow's Parties
Finally here at all tomorrow's parties.
Showed up late, just a bit tardy.
Finally here at all tomorrow's parties.
Such a weird feeling, nobody cards me.
Yeah, yeah, at all tomorrow's parties,
I'll be fitting in, yeah right, like hardly.
Stuck up folks they're all acting farty.
Loosen up a bit and bring me a bacardi.

Right here in the place to be.
About 2 steps away from the door you see,
and I'm not sure if I belong here.
outside the entrance as the people leer.
Got less than 2 minutes to make up my mind.
Do I go inside or hop back in the ride?
Forget my pride with my tail between my legs,
go back to house parties, beer bongs & kegs.
Well hold up! That's not why I'm here.
Got it set in my mind to move my career.
So why can't I get from out of first gear?
Where's my mama right now to put a boot in my rear?
Drag me by the ear, calm me down, erase the fear.
But ahh fuck it, I'm already here.
So deep breath one more time,
and here we go as I step inside.

Finally here at all tomorrow's parties.
Showed up late, just a bit tardy.
Finally here at all tomorrow's parties.
Such a weird feeling, nobody cards me.
Yeah, yeah, at all tomorrow's parties,
I'll be fitting in, yeah right, like hardly.
Stuck up folks they're all acting farty.
Loosen up a bit and bring me a bacardi.

Tonight's the night, where I'ma finally blow.
I'ma talk to these peeps get a ton of shows.
Just play my hand right and see where it goes,
and from there, well who really knows?
Goin in with a game plan, sticking to it.
No slip ups tonight, can't be the guy who blew it.
Nervous as fuck right now, if you only knew it.
Put the front on for now, so no talk, let's just do it.
No liquor tonight, gotta watch what I drink.
Clear mind, clear thoughts, so that I can speak.
Not react to encounters improperly.
Tonight's the night that could make or break me.
Let's hope for my safety, that's they don't rape me,
wind up taking away all that made me,
facilitate a role that's made for the lazy,
to wind up playing their jester's just crazy.

Finally here at all tomorrow's parties.
Showed up late, just a bit tardy.
Finally here at all tomorrow's parties.
Such a weird feeling, nobody cards me.
Yeah, yeah, at all tomorrow's parties,
I'll be fitting in, yeah right, like hardly.
Stuck up folks they're all acting farty.
Loosen up a bit and bring me a bacardi.

Walk in, and scope the scene...
Before I even talk, start listening.
Peep the vibe and see where they're at.
Talkin ish like "Can you believe that?"
Right here on some immature ish,
like living "Mean Girls" was their ultimate wish.
Sick to my stomach don't wanna converse,
but I force myself cause this is for my work.
...and no sir don't give a fuck what you do,
only asked because, well...you asked me to.
Annoyed at the moment, about to throw down,
as backhanded compliments get tossed around.
...but fuck you fools because I'm better than that.
Don't need to stoop, to get where you're at.
So I'm speaking up, and I'm making it clear,
I'm finally here and I saw through the veneer.

Finally here at all tomorrow's parties.
Showed up late, just a bit tardy.
Finally here at all tomorrow's parties.
Such a weird feeling, nobody cards me.
Yeah, yeah, at all tomorrow's parties,
I'll be fitting in, yeah right, like hardly.
Stuck up folks they're all acting farty.
Loosen up a bit and bring me a bacardi.
Track Name: It's Jacobo
Now I know ya'll call me, whatever you like,
but come on know, just say my name right.
So on more time, cause I know you all know,
CHEAAAA It's Jacobo

Tired of cats who get my name wrong.
Announce it on stage before the first song.
Fucked up the vibe before I'm even on.
It's Jacobo, now what's going on?
To hip hop I'm the O-needers.
Ahem, hey that's the On-nedders.
Before it was an issue I tried to pounce it
Now are you sure you can pronounce it?
Say it like an H
Throw in the Ko
Now put them together, emphasize the Bo
Explained it again, and well you proved it was useless.
Despite the attempts my efforts were fruitless.
I was counting on you guys and you proved you were douches.
You both just sat there and gave me excuses,
like blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Now I know ya'll call me, whatever you like,
but come on know, just say my name right.
So on more time, cause I know you all know,
CHEAAAA It's Jacobo

Damn son, is it really that hard?
or maybe you are just a retard?
You ask me, right before I start
and yet you still can not learn your part.
Well let me spell it, plain as can be:
J A C O to the B add the O
and yes now you will know that
cheaaaaaaaa well it's Jacobo
Can't get it right, no matter what I do.
How many times, do I have to tell you?
Honestly, this is ridiculous
Should I sound it out for you and get meticulous?
Damn son, I'm just so sick of this.
About to sock you fool, don't be an idiot.
"It's only your name" and yea you may be right
but act like you know it, at least for tonight!

Now I know ya'll call me, whatever you like,
but come on know, just say my name right.
So on more time, cause I know you all know,
CHEAAAA It's Jacobo

Come on now, you gotta be kidding.
I'm right across from you and I'm sitting
and really now, it's just a name.
Three syllables, they're length's all the same.
Ja-co-bo one more time.
How hard is it for you to learn that line?
Easier to say than tonight's promo,
next up to the stage, well it's Jacobo

Now I know ya'll call me, whatever you like,
but come on know, just say my name right.
So on more time, cause I know you all know,
CHEAAAA It's Jacobo
Track Name: Ode To The Van
10 MPG to me is crazy.
How I got anywhere to me is amazing.
Me and the van through the land just blazing.
I miss that ride, sometimes I wonder where it's laying.
10 MPG to me is crazy.
How I got anywhere to me is amazing.
Me and the van through the land just blazing.
I miss that ride, sometimes I wonder where it's laying.

I miss my ride. Ya'll thought it was shit,
but it was all I had. So, to me, it was legit.
Broke the bumpers and what of it?
Rolls of duct tape, I covered it with.
To keep it pristine and lookin mad clean.
Only problems I had, is when it was raining.
Leaking windows, mildew on the rugs.
And yes, the occasional bugs.
Gotta stop the car and unplug the battery.
Otherwise I woke up to battering,
my head against car door.
I dunno, maybe it was stuttering?
Cause all the neighbors, could hear me uttering.
The short killed the battery, stuck at the house
and now my sister is mad at me.
So sad cause she can't go to class.
But whatever cause, she's just a pain in my ass.

10 MPG to me is crazy.
How I got anywhere to me is amazing.
Me and the van through the land just blazing.
I miss that ride, sometimes I wonder where it's laying.
10 MPG to me is crazy.
How I got anywhere to me is amazing.
Me and the van through the land just blazing.
I miss that ride, sometimes I wonder where it's laying.

I remember one time, I took it to valet.
Cause I was peeping a show out in L.A.
and when it was over, later that day.
The guy pulled up my van between a Benz and Bentley.
It was funny as fuck, but I felt like a pimp.
Hopped in my ride, covered with bird shit.
No handle on the door, so I made the mistake.
To open it up, from the inside.
Let the passenger in and then I realized.
My hand was cut from the metal exposed,
and oh well, there went my clothes.
Covered in blood, but what can you do?
Pulled out some napkins, amidst soy sauce packets.
Decided it was best to just put on my jacket.
Cause the night was early, so we had to attack it.
But the very next day I gave the van some brackets.

10 MPG to me is crazy.
How I got anywhere to me is amazing.
Me and the van through the land just blazing.
I miss that ride, sometimes I wonder where it's laying.
10 MPG to me is crazy.
How I got anywhere to me is amazing.
Me and the van through the land just blazing.
I miss that ride, sometimes I wonder where it's laying.

Remember taking it to Rock The Bells,
and Glen Hellen was hotter than hell.
Enough to crack the van's head gasket.
Thought we'd have to tow it back in a casket.
Figured for sure it was the end of the line.
So many miles, around such a long time.
but the van stuck it out, inch by inch.
And lasted till the point in time at which,
my pops told me about cash for clunkers.
Like, "let's hawk it in, cause that van's a junker.
Trade it in, for a brand new ride,
and you can use your mom's other car on the side."
And they took my ride away, on that fateful day.
And they got the full 5 K.
So now I'm rollin in a nice '07.
and the van is chillin in junkyard heaven.

10 MPG to me is crazy.
How I got anywhere to me is amazing.
Me and the van through the land just blazing.
I miss that ride, sometimes I wonder where it's laying.
10 MPG to me is crazy.
How I got anywhere to me is amazing.
Me and the van through the land just blazing.
I miss that ride, sometimes I wonder where it's laying.