No More Questions (Album)

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released August 20, 2010

"No More Questions"
All songs written and produced by Scatter.
Guest appearances from Moka Only, D-Sisive and Mic Boyd.
All songs mixed by Scatter at Think Classic Studios.
Mastered by Karl Machat for Mister's Mastering House.
Art direction and photography by Justin Howlett for Flapjack Design.

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Track Name: No More Questions
Welcome one. Welcome all. ScatterBrain. Think Classic.

Thoughts written on paper. Racking my brain while I’m speaking from the heart ‘cause I have to remain true. I express it all from laughter to pain then I execute the flow with accurate aim. Not on record? Then I’ll probably take that to the grave. Was born with hip hop/rap in my veins but for a minute there I lost track so I put this shit in gear… Now I’m back in my lane. But understand that it takes some time to reach greatness and these ain’t just rhymes, they’re statements. For me, it’s quality over quantity any day and isn’t that the way it ought to be anyway? It’s hard to be getting paid for my talents so I got to work a 9 to 5. I’m trying to find a balance and this liquor doesn’t help so I’m thinking I should cut back. Really?!?! Nah, fuck that but people keep asking me…

(How long, how long)
People keep asking me.
(How long, how long)

Just put your hands in the air. No more questions. Throw ‘em up like I answered your prayers. Hands in the air. No more questions just throw ‘em up ya’ll.

Take notice, make no mistake., this ain’t no mix-tape. Where the fuck do you get the audacity? I’ve mastered rhymes and I’ve mastered beats. Make songs and get them mastered. This is a masterpiece. It has to be. I never, ever settle for less but that’s just me. Steady on a mission. Got plenty of ambition. I’m seeking perfection “20/20 tunnel vision”. I want everyone to listen therefore, I spit it loud and clear. Borderline cocky. Never showing doubt or fear. Ripping the mic up, stealing the show, collect my props and down a beer. Did I stutter bitch? The fuck out of here! Said it before and I’ll say it again… Spent an entire decade with a pen. Year after year, writing and re-writing and still no notable mention but hey, I know that I’m inches away so quit asking me…

(How long, how long)
People keep asking me.
(How long, how long)

Just put your hands in the air. No more questions. Throw ‘em up like I answered your prayers. Hands in the air. No more questions just throw ‘em up ya’ll.
Track Name: Boys Will Be Boys
This one’s for all my boys. Just hanging out in Kev’s garage, talking noise. Drinking cheap beer like “Fuck! What an awful choice”. “Can you please keep it down?”. “No problem Joyce… Sorry”. Hit play, then it’s right back at it. Yes indeed. The cigarettes, the weed, whatever gets the stress relieved. It’s just a lifestyle… At least a part of it. And here we go again Spilar’s starting an argument. It’s all good though ‘cause half an hour later you crack another cold one and laugh about it… Straight up! A lot of chirping. Don’t take it to heart though. Probably won’t remember shit when you wake up tomorrow. Anyways, here we’ve spent many nights and many days getting messed up. Sure, it doesn’t sound like the greatest thing but guess what… there’s no other place that I’d rather be. No other faces I’d rather see. Cheers boys!

Home sweet home. Home sweet home. You can catch me there, chilling all day. Feels good. Feels good (You understand the life we live).

Let’s take it back to Humberview. I think about my high school friends... All the people that came and went like high school trends ‘cause when high school ends you tend to loose touch. Aside from maybe names and faces, I don’t remember too much but there’s a few of us who have stuck together. For those people I’m thankful. Couldn’t ask for nothing better… Whatever. I know that sounded corny as hell but they’re the characters in every single story I tell. The glory as well as the failure, the ups and the downs. Always trying to make the best of being stuck in this town like yo “You guys hear about that party this weekend?” “Yeah”. “Oh, you got invited?” “No, we’ll probably just sneak in”. Remember those trips? Not on shrooms, I mean Wasaga Beach. 4-hour treks to North Bay, we just had to reach. Montreal too but that’s where the train stopped. No matter what, we always came back to the same spot… That’s Bolton.

Home sweet home. Home sweet home. You can catch me there, chilling all day. Feels good. Feels good (You understand the life we live).

It’s like this big box of memories and I could spend hours sorting through it but there’s so much more to add to the pile and I’m looking forward to it. Screw it, there’s always next weekend and until the day it kills me, I’m going to live it up like I was born to do it..
I’m not that young or old enough… It’s true. Shit, I still got some growing up to do but I’m no rush to reminisce over my better days and who knows? By then we’ll probably all have gone our separate ways. No matter what though, I’ll always have my brothers… That’s Mike and Andy… Adam too, that’s like my family. Baj, I know you’re going to hear this song. I promise you we’re going to make it man. I’ll never steer you wrong ‘cause some people are full of shit and we can smell them from a far. They say, “Show me your friends and I’ll tell you who you are” Me? I’m just one lucky son of a gun. Yeah, one lucky son of a gun.
Track Name: Taking Your Time (feat. Moka Only)
It’s cool if you’re taking your time but your too busy putting on make-up to make up your mind. Me, I hate waiting in line so I’ll just take my business elsewhere. One day you’re going to wake up and find that the opportunity’s gone so before it gets too late, give it some thought. Might want to do that tonight ‘cause tomorrow’s a new day. Save your sob story, it’s useless to me. I’ll admit, your excuse was funny. You slept through your alarm and ended up missing the bus but you somehow managed to put on lipstick and blush? Please. I ain’t dumb, at least as dumb as I used to be. It’s all a game, this shit isn’t news to me. So, keep taking your time, setting your pace but I don’t got a second to waste. Come on.

I know we’re not supposed to rush but let’s make this easier for the both of us.

No worries, I ain’t stressing it. Who are you kidding? Do I really look that desperate? I take the good with the bad and make the best of it. As a matter of fact, the timing is excellent ‘cause now the sun’s coming out and the girls are following. You would think half these girls we’re modeling with curves like (oh shit) and those sexy little skirts they got ‘em in… Damn. But I digress. Trouble staying on track but I’m going to try my best. It’s their fault but that fine… I guess, ‘cause they’re half the reason why this heart beats inside my chest. I can afford to loose one. Not saying it wouldn’t do no damage but it’s cool, I’ll manage Still the question remains… What to do? I don’t know. It’s up to you.

I know we’re not supposed to rush but let’s make this easier for the both of us.

I knew this one; she was sweet but completely lost. She in the clouds running late and it would piss me off. Eventually released her off into the stream. It’s better that way. She’s gone, it’s a dream. Funny, how they’re able to rush to talk about getting married and such. Just hush, it’s not about none of that ‘til the other details is met. These females failed to get the bigger pic. The inclusives of understanding. Of course there’s exception and some demanding. I’m Torch, Moka O. Some double standards, you’re supposed to know, I’m just kidding. Some of ‘em rush in a relationship then get lazy and loose all they’re grace and shit (and that’s word). Hygiene out the window ‘cause yo, she got you so brother where you ‘posed to go… Sucker

I know we’re not supposed to rush but let’s make this easier for the both of us.
Track Name: Bolton's Own
I swear I’m just as good as these other motherfuckers, if not better. Hip Hop veterans, amateurs… It does not matter. I’m fed hearing about an issue that is non-existent. All this bickering about what it is that the genre’s missing. The culture and what state it’s in, well that’s one of the problems… Listen. Fuck a state, it’s about what province it’s in. I ain’t here to disrespect any pioneer. It’s really nothing personal brah! I’ll buy you a beer… but in the music there’s truth, let’s face it. In the pudding there’s proof, let’s taste it. There’s no need for arguments just put a track down and get me in the booth let’s lace it. I’ve had it dude! With all these rappers and their “Glad to do it. Just happy to be here” attitude. I’m trying to be successful like Drake is and I’m going to get it if it means I have to take his. I strategize so I know I’m going to win… Shit. Ya’ll got your fucking fingers crossed on some “Roll Up the Rim” shit. Man, fuck coffee breaks. Who’s the greatest of all time? I wonder how much time off he takes… I’m nothing nice. Act rude on my songs. Live by the words tattooed on my arms. And will until I’m sitting in that golden throne. Yeah, Bolton’s own.

ScatterBrain is the name! Bolton’s own.
Yeah, Yeah… Bolton’s own.
Track Name: What I'm Gonna Be
That moment, I couldn’t match what it feels like. Imagine, It’s just like magic… the real type. I had never felt the difference yet. Stuck, eyes glued to the television. Set to channel 30. Couldn’t understand a word he said but it all made perfect sense, beyond language. Surely, it was a sign. Who knows? I may be crazy. Amazing! Simple and plain. His name was Jay-Z. “Hard Knock Life”. I let it play to the end. Head nodding to the beat just taking it in and when the song was over I sat back like “Yeah, that right there (is what I’m gonna be)” Hip Hop. I became obsessed with it. Listening, watching, speaking it, I even dressed in it. In school the rest did it… well, at least a couple of friends but to me it was more than just one of those fucking trends. Picked up the pencil, started scribbling rhymes. Putting these words together just a little bit at a time. Figuring out how to make each syllable fit in a line. Imitated some of the greatest when they were still in they’re prime. No time to study for the test. “Fuck that, I got some dope rhymes and buddies to impress”. So I showed them my lyrics like “Yo, that’s half the battle” but before they got to half, they were already laughing at ‘em. After that I was crushed. It was hard to believe. I’ve never been the type to wear my heart on my sleeve so I just sucked it up. How was I supposed to take that? “You ain’t this, you ain’t that” Basically, “You ain’t black”. But moving on… It could have ended there but I felt I had to prove them wrong. That little dream was this close to falling apart but I just took what was left and kept it all in the dark. Spent the next 10 years trying to master the craft. Saying “We’ll see who’s the last one to laugh, ‘cause I’m going to be so much more than what you losers are. A superstar (is what I’m gonna be)”
Track Name: Hometown Hero
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah..
Adidas on my feet and I’m up to my head in debt. Flyest broke motherfucker that you’ve ever met. I’m getting mad props but I never let it get to me… Either that or the feeling hasn’t settled yet. I’m on top of the world right now. Even got the popular girls like “Wow!” Won’t lie, I’ve been getting a little bit of attention and I’m single… Did I mention? Haha but forget these hoes. First thing’s first bitch, I’m trying to set these goals and achieve what they believe to be impossible. Motherfucker, give me an obstacle. Quite selfish, I know but baby, get back to me in like 12 years or so. Maybe then we can share what I’m building and add a couple of children to that but until then…

Somebody sing this song (Hey!) Somebody sing this song (Hey!) Somebody sing this song. It’s time to celebrate. Man, I can’t believe it’s been this long and I’ve been working, putting my time in. Is that ScatterBrain? Look at him shining. Yeah, It’s my turn now. I thought I told you it’s my turn now.

I’m far from an icon but turn my mic on and witness a star rocking all fucking nightlong. Right palm. Reach for the sky. I could eat a feast. Fuck a piece of the pie. The air that we breathe is what we need to survive but the music’s what keeps us alive. I don’t blame you for thinking that I over do it. I put my blood, sweat, tears and my soul into it. It’s only right that I try and give back to this art form but even I admit that I’m the guy that skips tracks before I let them begin but when a song means something, it means everything. You can’t take it out of me. Hip Hop’s who I am and I’m proud to be. So say what you want to say but while I’m on this stage, ya’ll can never look down on me!

Somebody sing this song (Hey!) Somebody sing this song (Hey!) Somebody sing this song. It’s time to celebrate. Man, I can’t believe it’s been this long and I’ve been working, putting my time in. Is that ScatterBrain? Look at him shining. Yeah, It’s my turn now. I thought I told you it’s my turn now.
Track Name: Back To Reality (feat. D-Sisive)
I used to smoke weed to try and be relaxed but the irony in that is that it started to trigger these anxiety attacks. Feels like somebody’s tying me to tracks. Hear the train of thought coming. Better get up and start running. Blow! Back to reality. Back to braking my back for an hourly wage ‘cause man, it’s either that or a salary and really there’s no way around it. Wait, I found it. What about crime? Would I do it myself, though? I wonder at times but nah. I believe in karma, plus I don’t want have to hide a side of me that my mother could find. So I’m still living pay cheque to pay cheque. Impatient. Spending bucks that I haven’t even made yet. It’s mo’ money, mo’ problems. Yeah? Well, I got some too and being broke don’t solve those.

Back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity. Oh. Trying to live. Back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity. Oh. Stressed out, trying to hold in the pain.

I thought it was simple. Easy. Lionel on a Sunday… am. I'd pray my dreams never “DJ AM”. Amen… Ason... O.D... Believing I'd see beyond sealed eyelids and every night I'd wish upon a “Ringo” Like Jiminy's opus to stringed oak but life's no Disney script. I want it so bad, every time I lick my lips I can taste success and I'm a chase the taste until my frame is laid to rest. Erased. Now, all I do is daydream. Lay in bed, awake. Afraid to face what's facing me today. I don't want to snap back to reality, no. I'm much more happier imagining, so instead of real life, my dreams will lead mine. Fuck what I have to, I'll do what feels right.

Back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity. Oh. Trying to live. Back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity. Oh. Stressed out, trying to hold in the pain.

I can feel the fear creeping in. It’s catching up to me. I’m wondering why death hasn’t fucked with me (luckily) or those in my social circle ‘cause they say “Life’s a bitch”, she’s supposed to hurt you. I go bizerk from the paranoia. Knowing there’s a bed for me. Who knows when they’ll prepare it for ya. We’ll see. I’m almost better off locked in, trying to kill time before it kills me. Yeah, I’m scared of death. It’s like I‘m running for my life. Shit, I’m scared to death. I don’t even feel safe inside. No escape, no place to hide when your time is up and the angels come ‘cause little Taylor didn’t even see the age of 1. Why her? Why now? Nobody knows the answer. Back when my brother was diagnosed with cancer my eyes couldn’t help but spill tears. That was years ago and thankfully he’s still here… but now it’s the same thing my buddy’s mom’s got. Yo, this shit seems to happen non-stop. What the fuck…

Back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity. Oh. Trying to live. Back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity. Oh. Stressed out, trying to hold in the pain.
Track Name: Dreams In Which I'm Dying
(Dreams in which I’m dying)
(Dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had)

I close my eyes and open my mind. An escape is what I’m hoping to find ‘cause reality’s fucked up, I have to admit. And I don’t even know the half of it. Money I’m after it, really I’m looking for a reason to smile… Maybe laugh a bit. Can’t help getting stressed out and all depressed so I reach for a bottle of alcohol. A lot of us are on the same boat. It’s getting harder and harder just trying to stay afloat. I mean literally. Those fucking natural disasters are so much bigger than me. A war’s still being fought but it’s barely mentioned on the news anymore so we forgot. Conspiracy theories got me a little confused. Guess it’s why I’m an atheist with no political views. I’ll admit it, I used to have faith in god but to be perfectly honest… that shit is hard to believe. You probably know better than I do ‘cause I don’t know the truth. All I know is that I’ve been lied to. So I’ll go back to sleep. You can find me in my dreams, where I got peace for the time being. Close my eyes and open my mind. An escape is what I’m hoping to find.

I close my eyes. (Dreams in which I’m dying)
I close my eyes (Dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had)
Track Name: Smile (feat. Mic Boyd)
I’m at the bottom. I got another problem and I was just starting to fix the last one. Now, isn’t that something? Nothing major but enough to fuck my days up. As I pass the time I sit and recline, trying to think of a rhyme to put together to unwind the shit on my mind. But nothing comes easily and recently that seems to be the case… at least for me. Damn it. But on the other hand I understand that I take so much for granted. Though it’s cliché, I know that each day I’m alive and breathing is a blessing. Even though I believe in no idol from any bible reading. I don’t need it. My life I try to lead it with a purpose. Why defeat it? No need to overcomplicate the simple things. I take a breath ‘cause it ain’t always “Sink or Swim”.

(When I feel I can’t go on) When I feel like “Damn, what else can go wrong?”
(When I feel I can’t go on) When I feel like I’m loosing grip and can’t hold on. (When I feel I cant go on) When I feel like walking away “So long”.
(When I feel I can’t go on, you come and hold me)

I appreciate all the people around me. I truly do. There is not a single thing I wouldn’t do for you. I don’t mean to sound overdramatic. I ain’t no superman, though I’m working at it. What can I say about my family? Finding the words to express It would drive me to insanity. I love you all. Not often do I say that in person so I figured, I’ll just lay down a verse then. I just wish I could’ve written a better song to say, “thank you and sorry for whatever wrong I’ve ever done”. God knows, I’m hardheaded and harder to get along with then most. I see friends as brothers and my brothers as friends. A few people I’m cool with. Some others pretend. All in all, when it comes down to it, we fight together. These cowards didn’t last one round through it.

(When I feel I can’t go on) When I feel like “Damn, what else can go wrong?”
(When I feel I can’t go on) When I feel like I’m loosing grip and can’t hold on. (When I feel I cant go on) When I feel like walking away “So long”.
(When I feel I can’t go on, you come and hold me)

I’m usually down but I got some things to smile for. Ain’t going to trials in court. Ain’t paying child support. I’m at the top of my game like playing in the final four. This flow be sending shivers up and down your spinal chord. I may be kind of old but I ain’t no fucking dinosaur. I do a lot of drugs but I ain’t doing no lines of blow. Yes, I’m going to shine, for sho’. Until it’s time to go but I find it kind of hard to breathe sometimes like a sinus cold. God had to pick me out. Eenie, meenie, miny, moe. Like a bull in a china store. That just leaves me kind of broke. If I can’t make ends, then I can’t pay rent. If I do make ends, then it just gets spent on some other shit that I’ll just regret. So I just can’t win. No, I just can’t win. Stumbled like Macy Gray but at the end of the day I got my friends and a place to stay. I feel amazing grace. Bad thoughts get chased away. Consider this loss a victory. Forgetting about my history ‘cause the future is still a mystery.

(When I feel I can’t go on) When I feel like “Damn, what else can go wrong?”
(When I feel I can’t go on) When I feel like I’m loosing grip and can’t hold on. (When I feel I cant go on) When I feel like walking away “So long”.
(When I feel I can’t go on, you come and hold me)
Track Name: Anticipation
(I’m gonna hit you so hard, you won’t see nothing… ever)

ScatterBrain. The one and only. Don’t compare me to him. What I spit is the truth that I carry within. Come on, you should know by now and if you don’t, then my question is “Where have you been?” Me, I’m still here and I’m going to keep doing what I do. Write a rhyme, put a beat to it. And I’m going to see to it that I succeed through it. No looking back, fuck that. Keep moving. Keep showing. Keep proving. Still keep to myself, through rhymes I speak fluently. Big mouths, I just let them run ‘cause when it’s all said and done, more is said then done. I go the distance. Show persistence. Take my lyrical flow for instance. So consistent. Still doing this shit with no assistance. No cash. No flash but I see the big picture… Focused. And I’m making moves like an eviction notice. Whose house? I’ll give you help with that. 2 words motherfuckers… Welcome back.

Keep your alarm set. ta ticki ta ticki ticki ta ta. Keep your alarm set. I never sleep ‘cause sleep s the cousin of death. Ticki ta ticki ta ticki ticki ta ta.

Not a natural born leader but man, I’m my own boss, which means I got my own hand on my own balls. I’m fine with that. Ain’t falling for nothing, I stand for my own cause. “Think Classic”. Yeah, I’m building a label. If they can do it, I’m willing and able. Who’s hungry? I’m starving. You’re filling a plate up. I show up uninvited, eating every meal on the table. Not saying that I’ve figured it out but if only death is certain, then what’s the point of living in doubt? Tomorrow’s not promised and all of us got problems. So, what the fuck are you grinning about? I feel forced to make my face look mean ‘cause in this world there’s only losers and winners. No space in between. We’re all running a race, it seems. But while you’re gong nowhere fast, I’m trying to chase these dreams and I’m gone…

Keep your alarm set. ta ticki ta ticki ticki ta ta. Keep your alarm set. I never sleep ‘cause sleep s the cousin of death. Ticki ta ticki ta ticki ticki ta ta.