The Appetizer

by Thurogood Wordsmith

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The Appetizer - EP

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released November 9, 2010

Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered at Wire Road Studios
Engineered, Mixed, & Mastered by James Kelley

Track 1 produced by Jettimasstyr
Track 2 produced by Cristolph of THE NICEGUYS
Track 3 produced by June
Track 6 produced by John Dew & James Kelley
Track 7 Produced by James Kelley

All artwork done by Jeremy Grannan

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Thurogood Houston, Texas

Thurogood Wordsmith is an MC out of Houston, TX noted for his intricate wordplay, articulate delivery, energetic live performances, and versatile song writing ability. His debut EP, The Appetizer was released in November 2010 and his follow up LP, Brass Knuckle Sandwich is set to release in early 2012. ... more

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Track Name: The Appetizer (intro)
Thank you for your time, welcome to The Appetizer
Where every bar is open and smokin’s required
Like ham hocks & pigs feet, my musics got soul
Laissez Bon Ton Roulette, let the good times roll
Cajun, Gulf Coast, deep-fried music
Use it to free your mind from these polluted
Times that we see, All I can be
Is the man that I am, I demand to be free
I don't fight for the mic, it's handed to me
Music is simply a canvas to me
Paint a whole picture for my family to see
Not just blood but a band of MCs
T.H.E.M., So many want to be them
Nice Guys too cause The Nice Guys Rule
H.I.S.D.s cool but not the school
See I never was a student until I
Discovered Hip-Hop and the power it had
Devoured a pen then devoured a pad
With every hour I had I was so bout it, bout it
That I never even thought about doubting my swag
Why are rappers always rowdy & mad?
How can you brag when your album is bad?
James Kelley closing out on a tab
Rolling outside and I shout at a cab
Wire Road Studios! Asleep on the floor
Metamorphosis flow, let it seep in my pours
No matter the place and no matter the venue
I bring you the life and the time I’ve been through
Sink your teeth into the dishes I’m servin
Swervin, dippin, sippin on bourbon
In the kitchen as I’m cooking up a brand new version
My first EP, no longer a virgin
Pop that cherry, press record
Heard the first time hurts, I guess I’m a whore
Brass Knuckle Sandwich heating up on the grill
Here’s The Appetizer before your meal
Track Name: A.M.
Alarm clock

Awake in the A.M. / brush on my teefus
Shit, shower, shave/ double check, I look decent
Caught a couple losses but I never been defeated
Father, son, holy spirt, make a gesture to Jesus
Took a turn for the worse then I swapped
Got hug from my mama / hand shake from my pops
Kiss from nieces and dap from my nephew
Step into the booth and give you something new to step to

I’m known to kick it so I’ll kick it-off now
Triple crown style as I sippin on crown
Lift off the ground with this Christolph sound
& what I’m doin now you can watch trickle down
Top of the food-chain / change like a mood rang / fly like I’m Lui Kang
damn it feels good to be a man that can do thangs
like a boomerang I keep it coming back
what? you thought Im done with rap?
Nah! Don’t confuse with a two pump chump
I’ll be around forever like that time of the month
If you thought that I was done, well, I must’ve pulled a stunt
Cause I’m always come back / Do exactly what I want
Connect with all types, black, brown, white, yellow
Master of my language / linguistic type fellow
Church on Sunday after fuckin’ up my liver
Thurogood Wordsmith the definition of enigma

Awake in the A.M. / brush on my teefus
Shit, shower, shave/ double check, I look decent
Caught a couple losses but I never been defeated
Father, son, holy spirt, make a gesture to Jesus
Took a turn for the worse then I swapped
Hug from my mama / hand shake from my pops
Kiss from nieces and dap from my nephew
Step into the booth and give you something new to step to

Expect the unexpected like when lightning strikes
On this mic device I’m bringing you variety, the spice of life
Like I’m dynamite, TNT, but not the station
I got a 12 pack and that’s the situation
Fist pump like Guidos / hit the tall Texan off of North Main & Micheaux
No sleep like casinos
Sleep when I’m dead just to quote my boy delo
The streets know I’m nice and white friends say I’m neato
In case you can’t tell, I’m kindof a dick
“it’s like I’m coming” every single time that spit
I’m like oil cause my rhymes are designed to be slick
That’s why every 4th bar you rewind it a bit
Stay committed to the craft and it feels so nice
Said “I Do” to the music go ahead and throw rice
Until death do us part / I’m makin’ beautiful art
And one thing you need to learn is that I always return

Awake in the A.M. / brush on my teefus
Shit, shower, shave/ double check, I look decent
Caught a couple losses but I never been defeated
Father, son, holy spirt, make a gesture to Jesus
Took a turn for the worse then I swapped
Got a hug from my mama / hand shake from my pops
Kiss from nieces and dap from my nephew
Step into the booth and give you something new to step to

Check the resume
Personality is Letter A
stay driven like Chevrolet
Poppin’ bottles, gettin high ‘til we levitate
Learn from mistakes that we made when we hesitate
Yesterday is just way that we can educate
“Work hard, play hard” that is everyday
That’s the motto and tomorrow we will celebrate
But at the moment, got to focus on the present-day
Move forward, hustle strong call me Scola
Represent the culture from Houston to NoLa
Do it independent, no need for Motolla
No need for a Clive / I survive like a Soldier
No limit for the future / not even the sky
If your heart is not into it, I don’t know why people try
A true entrepreneur pursuing a piece of pie
A shaker and a mover and its it has got me feeling high
Track Name: 1-2-3 feat. Hip Phonix
1,2,3 like ABC, Basically from A to Z
Thurogood’s an Ace MC, Type of dude you’d pay to see
Crush a mic at the speed of light
I don’t need to beef b/c I’m eatin right
Alotta MCs can’t read or write
Sell a few records and believe the hype
Startin’ beef just to re-unite
If you’re asking me, that’s diva-like
I can’t sleep at night because of weak MCs
Thank God for The Houston Elite MCs
Like Alicia Keys, this is As I Am
Ya might find me rappin’ in a traffic jam
Looking more dapper than Dapper Dan
Sit back and I think about a master plan
Make ‘em clap to this, I’m so passionate
That half of you can’t even fathom it
I create a mood just to capture it
When the pen hits the pad, I’m immaculate
More accurate than D.N.A.
I’m the verbal version of a Stevie Ray
The way I jump on beats and I swing & sway
Lead the way like a Green Beret
We don’t play and It’s not a game
Can’t stop the flow like tropic rain
Don’t waste your breathe if your droppin’ names
Cause me & you, we are not the same
I either write a verse or come off the brain
Rockin out until I pop a vein
Thurogood Wordsmith, I am off the chain

1,2,3 like ABC, Basically from A to Z
Thurogood’s an Ace MC

(Hip Phonix)
Yea, 1,2,3 like ABC, Basically from A to Z
Phonix is your Ace MC

boys think they hot/
"not at all"/
i swallowed your style/
like Tylenol/
explode on the scene/
like methanol/
and i be poking these girls/
like voodoo dolls...YEA/
ya boys need to recognize/
imma Houston elite nigga/
til i die/
eye on the prize/
like a private eye/
and i step on a beat/
like a block ice...YEA!/
that cold/
so diviner/
plus my dro has red hair/
staple like a Laker/
imma staple cause my sound take you there/
first chair i toot my horn/
i choose not to be the norm/
i spazz on a track/
skitzo kinda rap/
ya aint ready for my awkward form/
THEM that US/
ahh ha hush that fuss/
push ya fucks to the back of the bus/
ya aint bustin ridiculous/
we move like a pack of wolves/
or mack trucks/
sleep on bitches incubus/
i spit that KING shit/
Royal flush/
cross out hands/
they try n touch my SHIIIII....
Track Name: Grown Ass Man
It was yesterday, I was rolling with my crew
Thinking we were bullet proof, didn’t give a damn
Now it’s hot coffee instead of cold brew
And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man
I reminisce about the women that I knew
Beautiful was love but I didn’t understand
Beauty fades away / had to turn my point of view
And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man


Back in school, you and I would act a fool
Now everything has changed, I am actually practical
Overall, I could say I’m doing well
Considering I killed about a million brain cells
No longer carded when I buy alcohol
Only worry that I have is my high cholesterol
Hard to believe that I made it this far
I thought in 2010 that I would drive a flying car
The more things change they really stay the same
I’m the person that I was prologue to the game
The only difference is I tap more ass
Perhaps cause I sport a bad ass porn ‘stache


It was yesterday, I was rolling with my crew
Thinking we were bullet proof, didn’t give a damn
Now it’s hot coffee instead of cold brew
And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man
I reminisce about the women that I knew
Beautiful was love but I didn’t understand
Beauty fades away / had to turn my point of view
And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man


I remember back when / cruising on my schwinn
Wind on my back with the sun on my skin
Dirt bike trails we would ride forever
Blood sugar sex magic red hot chilli peppers
Boys II Men blaring from my walkman head phones
sun went down I would start to head home
Clockwork school, home work, basketball
And every weekend we would kick it at the mall
I remember back when / Michael Jackson
still had black skin / it was simple back then
Before Rodney King got his head bashed in
Before Scott Baio was a has been

It was yesterday, I was rolling with my crew
Thinking we were bullet proof, didn’t give a damn
Now it’s hot coffee instead of cold brew
And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man
I reminisce about the women that I knew
Beautiful was love but I didn’t understand
Beauty fades away / had to turn my point of view
And that’s how I knew I was a Grown Ass Man
Track Name: Otherside
Let me bring you up to date / my girlfriend loves to suffocate
With everything I do its up & down, I fluctuate
Between love & hate / stopping me from touching great
Push it to the end until I see something break
I’m only being real, I was told to keep it real
The deal is I feel colder than a sheet of steal
No longer even keel, now I’m high strung
Look into the mirror I don’t like what have Ive become
I’m a stranger to myself / I’m a danger to my health
And it’s sad that I see myself blaming someone else
For the way that I felt and the way that I dealt was drugs
The only person that has ever shown me love
Unconditionally, whether cookin in the kitchin for me
Or maybe bitchin at me / whatever she did
She did it for me / She did it for me
I grow older but I only grow colder
Push away the people that seem to grow closer
I’m supposed to better than I was before
If I put it into words I would underline & underscore
Every conversation is a tug-o-war
I said, Every conversation is a tug-o-war
Make me wanna grab a drink & play some shuffle board
Just get away / may be an escapist
So damn abrasive, it’s hard to embrace it
Ask her for the time, She says look at the clock
Try to hold her hand & she ask me to stop
She wanna see me more / dedicated a week
I ask her for a kiss & she gave me the cheek
That’s the type of shit that makes me wanna go cheat
That’s the type of shit that makes me write to the beat
That’s the type of shit that gives me ammo & fuel
That’s the type of shit that makes a man lose his cool


I Heard the grass is greener on the other side
Maybe I should give the other side another try
Maybe I should focus on making improvements
Maybe I’m I’m too selfish on making my music
I Heard the grass is greener on the other side
Maybe I should give the other side another try
Maybe I should focus on making improvements
Maybe I’m I’m too selfish on making my music


I contemplate leavin like Lebron from Cleveland
I’m a catch-22 and do things without reason
Trust me when I tell you, I desire my girl
But part of me wants the entire world
Nothing personal, it’s only my preference
I wish that I could change but it’s stuck in my essence
Mentally I’m gone but physically there
Blank stare on my face as I sit in a chair
Watching her watch romantic comedies
I wish that that was funny but it’s drama to me
You know that I’m a perv, dream about groupies
Kevin Spacey, American Beauty


I Heard the grass is greener on the other side
Maybe I should give the other side another try
Maybe I should focus on making improvements
Maybe I’m I’m too selfish on making my music
I Heard the grass is greener on the other side
Maybe I should give the other side another try
Maybe I should focus on making improvements
Maybe I’m I’m too selfish on making my music
Track Name: Boomerang (remix)
You are now listening
To Thurogood Wordsmith
Boomerang
REEEEEEEMIIIIIX
Brought to you by Johnny Dew


My rap skills, they know no boundary
Rap about the things that I see all around me
Got no friends cause they all got married
Don’t do shit b/c they all must carry
A ball & a chain, Knowledge is gained
From my songs, I belong in the hall of fame
But I don’t need fame, I don’t need glory
I need a beat and a decent 40
A Schlitz, an O.E., even a Mickey’s
I hit the strip club just to see me some titties
Everytime that I rap, it’s like freeom has hit me
And I feel more free than when I’m leaving the city
So I get my freedom on, like the American flag
Sayin’ what I feel like my embarrassing Dad
I’m carrying a bag that I filled with weed
When I smoke and I flow, nobody’s iller than me!


I keep it coming back like a Boomerang
When I do my thang
I’m ridiculous like Pooty-Tang
Sayin’ whatever the fuck I feel
If I cause a reaction, It must be real
I keep it coming back like a Boomerang
When I do my thang
I’m ridiculous like Pooty-Tang
Sayin’ whatever the fuck I feel
If I cause a reaction, It must be real


My company is Goode like Bar-B-Q
Some people think that this is hard to do
I’m marching through like an Army Crew
If you’re in my way, well then Pardon You
To keep me grounded, I stay linked in
To my own ink pen, week days and weekends
Otherwise I’d leap-in to the deep end
I’m practically a bum so I keep cheap friends
Mixed up bitches, known to break rhythm
Avoid fake women, that’s how I stay driven
You cannot stop me like busted condoms
That’s one more reason that I’m fucking awesome
Everything I do, I expect to win
Let the record spin and you can check it friend
I get second wind with an infectious grin
When the session ends, then the next begins


I keep it coming back like a Boomerang
When I do my thang
I’m ridiculous like Pooty-Tang
Sayin’ whatever the fuck I feel
If I cause a reaction, It must be real
I keep it coming back like a Boomerang
When I do my thang
I’m ridiculous like Pooty-Tang
Sayin’ whatever the fuck I feel
If I cause a reaction, It must be real
Track Name: Dream Chaser
(talking)
Children – Uncle Thuro! Could you read us a bedtime story? Please, Oh Please!!!
Thurogood – All right kids, yall get to bed. I’ll go grab the story book
Children – yea, yea
Thurogood – Yall tucked in?
Children – uh huh
Thurogood – Here we go.


She grew up hard and she grew up cold
Never felt safe in her own household
When her father came around he was outta control
And stole her virginity at 10 years old
Not a word was told, not a word was spoke
Cause she was scared of his hands wrapped around her throat
Years passed by so she gave up hope
Until she met a man that introduced her to coke
He said, “You are beautiful, you could be a model”
Next thing you know she’s poppin’ champagne bottles
Upgraded to a Benz from a beat up Hyundi
Monday to Sunday, struttin’ down the runway
Made a small fortune, been around the world
Alone in hotels she would think about the girl
From the past and the pain would still remain
So she popped a few pills just to kill the pain


She was a Dream Chaser, Party Girl, User
Lived for the moment, never thought about the future
She liked to drink and she liked to smoke
She would LOL when there wasn’t a joke
She was a Dream Chaser, Party Girl, User
Lived for the moment, never thought about the future
Depression in her eyes, smile on her face
Last night she went to sleep but she didn’t awake


It’s too real – And I really think you outta
Try to put yourself in the shoes of your daughter
Three kids at home, she has to dance at night
And she’s got more baggage than a Sampsonite
It’s too real – Too many women these days
Were never taught the principles on how to behave
Or raised in a fam with a daddy figure
That’s why a lot of these girls are trashy strippers
Good girls gone bad cause they’re mad at their dad
And they feel that sexuality is all they ever had
If you treat a women right she has unusual powers
But you got to be delicate with a beautiful flower
That’s Real - And I really think you outta
Try to put yourself in the shoes of your daughter
Your sister, your wife, your niece, or your mom
Because tomorrow they could all be gone


She was a Dream Chaser, Party Girl, User
Lived for the moment, never thought about the future
She liked to drink and she liked to smoke
She would LOL when there wasn’t a joke
She was a Dream Chaser, Party Girl, User
Lived for the moment, never thought about the future
Depression in her eyes, smile on her face
Last night she went to sleep but she didn’t awake


(talking)
Children – oh boy that uncle Thuro is really weird. What do you think he means that ‘it’s too real’?

Thurogood – Knock ‘em out the box Thuro, out the box Thuro, knock ‘em out the box (repeated)