Reinventing the Wheel

by DJ Pompey

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My debut solo album.


released March 1, 2015

Production by DJ Pompey except Sucker Free produced by Kato and Speak Up co-produced with Cooper Lee.

Lyrics and vocals by Pompey except featured artists on Cool Like That, Off the Map, Sucker Free, Chill.

Recorded at North Village Recording.

Engineering by DJ Pompey except vocal mixing on The Work, My Girl and Cut Em Down done by Tim Hanson at North Village.

Cover art by Rachel Myers.

No Coast Records.


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DJ Pompey. Party DJ and battle rapper in Columbia, Mo.

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Track Name: The Work (Remix)
Nothing that was said impressed me
Today’s Number One
Won't get a second pressing
And its just depressing
Catch the real music heads ingesting

Medicine to cope
Liqueur or the dope
Be better than your coast
Cause the remedy is growth
Everything we wrote
Was penned for you to quote
Ask letterman the whole
Top ten has been a joke

Dogs Yappin.
Pompey Smashin
All these bastards
Not reactin
My kinda
Night timer
Party crasher
Go velocaraptor
On you cocky rappers

Like I just learned how open doors
Write like worthy to hope for war
Rhyme like you're earning your vocal cords
Fight for courage the focus yours

Boasting clowns claiming doper than thou
Now / Throw in the towel or get thrown in the pile
We old school off the hook like a rotary dial
produce while you vegetate like grocery isles

Controlling the sound and performing for crouds
I would hope by now that we’re known in the town
Co Mo no coast cold holdin’ it down
Puttin in work no coasting allowed

All I’m asking is for my brethren
To be more progressive in recording sessions
South east north or west’n
whatever quarter section of the bored you reppin

All I’m asking is for my brethren
To be more progressive in recording sessions
South east north or west’n
whatever quarter section of the bored you reppin


Lesson three / you’ll do sets for free
Only the best MCs can pay their rental fees
You got the recipe for you yo press CDs
But if you ain’t perform live then you’re dead to me

Rest in peace yall are average joes
You had plans to grow but 4you cancelled those
We do Classic shows / If you got cash to go
Collect 2 stacks like we’re passin go

but If have to boast then you need more to say
MCing’s a game not so easily played
we need to believe we can speak from the brain
or scene will be seen to decease and decay

I’m forced to mention / you write boring sentences
Rhyme forms repetitive / Mike cord get severed and
I’m born to represent, life more the ever I’m
On my damn grind past time or the present tense

Always DJ all day each day,
Fans got tapes on a solid replay
possibly I’m thought to be a prodigy to wanna make a mockery
of monuments to modern mediocrity

Track Name: Daily
It’s Pompey, Fuck your DJ, he’s not me
Henny I got plenty and a Vente Ice coffee
Whole Posse is cocky, dare you to top me
Artists Sloppy Carbon Copies that we mocking, topping

The laundry list of squads to diss chop and split
to atomic bits and quantum fission
Dogs and kittens without pots to piss in
Rock the rhythm … We on a mission

Ya not as gifted, better check the mensa test
Let me guess, you came in here to represent
We heaven sent / Young and the rest-a-less
So girl turn around a shake it like an etch-a-sketch

Flex if you wanna / Sweat like a sauna
On the best marijuana / Cess and the ganja
Yes like a Rasta / Stepped in mi casa
With a Red Bull and Vodka and a head full-a-drama

We gonna party like it’s 1989
I’m at the crib makin beats sippin wine
I make fresh rhymes daily
You burn me.... Really?

We gonna party like it’s 1989
I’m at the crib makin beats sippin wine
I make fresh rhymes daily
You burn me.... ?

Not born to floss but could afford the cost
House downtown with the mortgage gone
Technic 12’s and the Ortofons
and I’m snappin on you for thinking you’re the Fonz

When it’s on then it’s on then it’s on though
Pronto / grippin the nug and blow the pot smoke
Not yo / insolent thugs with phoney mottos
Macho / Spin in the clubs like Tony Gatto

Follow / the leader meet her greet her eat like a pizzaria
See we’re beastin in the region never need to squeeze a nina
Flee the scene or be defeated just conceited we be freakin
on the weekend if you feeling what I’m speakin

Give a listen witness / doesn’t take a women’s intuition
Wishin / Kitten if you’re smitten get the digits
I pick a mistress … Then two peace signs up in the Air
I’m Richard Nixon


We gonna party like it’s 1989
I’m at the crib makin beats sippin wine
I make fresh rhymes daily
You burn me.... Really?

We gonna party like it’s 1989
I’m at the crib makin beats sippin wine
I make fresh rhymes daily
You burn me.... Really?
Track Name: Cool Like That ft. Van Ghost
[Verse: Pompey]
They say if you can walk you can dance
So if you talk you can rap, right? No you probably can’t
Honestly man, I hate to trod on your plans
But at some point, a line must be drawn in the sand

Now it's...
Ray, a drop of golden sun
And if you thought of that, you’re not the only one
Nominally funded since my chronicles begun
And I've been taught to throw a punch when it’s illogical to run

… Yeah that’s right smartass
How come people who can’t fight start crap
Pompey gotcha open like last night’s bar tab
I got the title, you just ran my Carfax

Act like you passed by a landmine, charge blast
See more stars than a rabbi’s art class
Ask why I’m candid like Amanda Bynes, large chance
A samurai got his bandaged right arm back

We go in like a typhoon’s hitting
We go in like the drive though’s busy
We go in like a high proof whiskey
Or Ryu’s finishing fight moves, you with me?

Won’t try to describe too simply
Just rewind to beginning when your eyes through spinning
I go in like I typed Ulysses
And I write too gritty for my time to get me

The Mid-Mo Rambo, ipso facto
Your boy Pompey's on his own plateau
Got game like kids own hasbro
Yall don’t get shit don’t pass go

We get props like a live stage
... Fly / Get props like a bi-plane
Flow cold spit frost of an ice age
Find Ray deep in thought with a Migraine

... But I'm cool like that

[Verse: Van Ghost]
... Come back later for his verse!
Track Name: Fuck Your Bentley
I love my Rav4, fuck a damn porsche.
If you’ve got some stuff to transport you come tad short
And what’s a Phantom for, with those Backward doors
You don’t have Aventador credit score / Less is more

Fuck a Lambo, you can’t even park it
What happens when you need take your family to target
Camry is way more handy regardless
You don’t really mind getting crap on the carpet

In the small division, we got it with the Honda Civic
You can hit the moon and back before you stop to fix it
Modest with the stock equipment / but lots of different mods to fit em
It's everything a Boxster isn’t

When Pretenders faken, You bet I’m hating
If your record claim it, better say it on your registration
And if I ever make it entertainment
Best believe I’ll have some better ways them to waste it

Fuck your Bentley
Yo mister West, no disrespect
Fuck your Bentley
Fuck your Bentley
Fuck your Bentley

Any DJ needs a hatch in their life
The Rav fits the cats needing last minute rides
Has to be tried, just a fabulous drive
Sitting on 18's, that’s the factory size

Pull up with the 6 - not the Beemer, the Mazda
With keys, push start makes it easy to rob ya
Never in my life used the premium nozzle
It’s cool enough they make it completely from fossils

The Vaquish is out unless it comes with a house
And it sucks in a town / What’s the rumble about
All the money they’re countin / Like Hundreds of thousands
What am I, your fuckin accountant?

Bugatti’s not a real car, they don’t mass produce it
No cause for making crappy music, you don’t have to do it
all the meanest whips completely fiction
Mid-engine piece a shit can’t even fit my speakers in it

Two words / trunk space / Your lien? unpaid
No airbag / unsafe / shoulda bought a Hyundai
Leg room? too short, luke warm, who’s poor?
Bentley? Two doors! who ya got room for?

Smoke endo? Lemme guess, in your benzo
Fresh bro, but now interiors a mess though
Let em know, the new jam’s fuck your Bentley
I bet a buck that every disc your bumpin is a sucker MC

Fuck your Bentley
Yo mister West, no disrespect
Fuck your Bentley
Fuck your Bentley
Fuck your Bentley
Track Name: My Girl
I know what you’re thinking
From a production standpoint,
Sampling The Temptations breaks the fourth wall
And I’m sure glitch-inspired drum kits aren’t exactly your cup of tea either
But I had to get the words out of me somehow

Usually need a lotta time to put effort in
But I barely had pick up my pen for this
Knew something started at my residence
First time we ever kissed, all I heard was the record hiss

Since then, never wondered where my ex had went
no benefit cause they’ll never be a better fit
Could barely wait six months to pick a wedding ring
Couple years later still the best thing I ever did

All the men too cool to nod your head to this
Just quit hoeing around and find a special chick
Most definite … somethin ain’t the same
Thought she’s outta my league, but I wasn’t playing games

day to day, all in together kids
Show your love in the calls and the messages
For you I’d bump every disc by Decemberists
No matter how rough the weather gets

I've got My Girl.... Talking bout...
Track Name: Chill ft. Mantra
[Verse: Mantra]
Coming soon

You gots to CHILL!

[Verse: Pompey]
I heard that tape - Complete load a trash
I was skipping over tracks more than T-Kno and Ack
Recorded rap used to be more advanced
Lets take it back to the keyboard and claps

Pre-order Wax, My CD’s Bonkers
Beat keep knockin Pete Pete Rock in it
On some Steve Austin meets Steve Hawking
Couldn’t read these with some 3D optics

Tweet tweet flock known to repeat gossip
Which leaves me at least three options
Respond, clean clock or C - Keep walking
Beef be stocked like a deep freeze locker

Cause I’m cold as it gets
Call me Bobba The Fette.. Your first call to open events
With a van full of ghost and the rest
Locals’ll rep No Coast to the death

You gots to CHILL!

[Breakdown: Pompey]
OK, lemme show you how this works

Today we’ll be using The drums from Ode to Bille Joe by Lou Don
When you’re finished chopping it up, it should sound like this
Next we’ve got the Wurlitzer from Turista by Howard Roberts
I can’t tell you where we got the tamborine from, cause, you know that’s the secret sauce
And of course we’ve got Champ by The Mohawks bringing it all together
Something like this

[Verse: Mantra]
Coming soon....

You gots to CHILL!

[Verse: Pompey]
Fill a damn song like a scantron test
Worldwide, all hands on deck
I heard UK been down, France got next
And they can off heads like Antoinette’s

I wrote that with caps lock pressed
Heads spin like a Dance contest
Get Amped on set if you had not guessed
But I’ll catch my breath soon as Mats on that’s not

Yet. [et] And I’m finished skipping rocks
I’m into tossing cinder blocks to get across the difference
Nimble talking cause I scribble often, drawing so
Thought are vivid on the comic strip we often live in

Inner monologue is interlocking with the Rhythm chops
Beyond the limit rip it till the Fibonacci digit stop
Consequently hit the longest distance like Honda Civic
Hidden monuments to honor kids who stop to listen

In synopsis over heads with shit I’m droppin
no Pigeon flock so twitter stalkers quit your squawkin
Dissin Pompey? Not Kosher. Picture wal king
Into synagogue with shrimp kabobs and Richard Dawkins

Sin to godless, but we ain’t flipping crosses
given option I’ll get along and sip the scottish
get unconscious in the process
live long Prosperous, that Mr Spock shit

You gots to CHILL!
Track Name: Speak Up prod. Cooper Lee
[Intro: Samples]

I was afraid this would actually happen
I write about writing and I rap about rapping
So much for plans to out last these fabricated rap sheets
wanna act street so badly

And mayback rap just lazy and flashy
No racial attack but they’re taking a back seat
Ye and his fans got no way to be mad seeing
Washington whiteboys take home the grammy

So Add more names to the family
Embrace it / Who explained to me last
There’s no space on the map / For Canadians rapping?
… Well shout out Drake from Degrassi

Christopher Wallace isn’t spinning in his coffin
Dead people die, now we’re livin with the offspring
It’s hip-hop basics… fuck it, it’s pop entertainment
Anybody’s spot can be taken

[Chorus: Samples]

2nd verse… never should announce that it is so
Probably shouldn’t even give your album an intro
Wrote some in jokes but I doubt you will get those
Nuff said we get down in mid mo

Maestro with a tight bow
Strike blows with the Tai Bo
So fly bow tie pose in a strobe light glow blind both eyes froze like whoa

I go to work … with Moe D in the changer
No Lil Jon but the 3-6 Chamber
Breeze through a day of some menial labor
Then brag on stage bout indecent behavior

I guess we’re being enablers
Speak in the slang tho I’m peaceful in nature
shit I been running these streets back
when it was me and the Kaper in preschool and daycare

[Chorus: Samples]

Track Name: Off the Map ft. Mantra
And now a simple word game you can try at home

jump in feet first
to this flea circus
with deep purpose
keep burnin trees and
drinkin bourbon cuz we deserve it
bringin heat like a furnace
the reverse of a mean people person
like ol dirty B but the clean version
we seem certain while you seem nervous
it’s cuz you’re hurtin underneath the surface like steve erwin
assert our speech is worthless
i’ll keep singin verses for eternity
at least if the earth keeps turnin beneath my feet
never eating burger cause meat is murder
bury the beef an watch it resurface
makin baby mes with jamie lee curtis
droppin science a top a giants so we see the furthest
stuntin shades like the secret survice
we’re sekin sureness
you don’t seem earnest

Green purchased from free merchants got the scene blurring
Hurdle leapin ln an herbal leaf sir believe it
You first teaching, I prefer you re-learn it
Currently, currency is key so keep workin

I ride in deep currents but I don’t even be surfing
I’m repurposing sea serpents
See, each word of speech is a first degree murder spree
turn the street surface burgundy if we skirmish

I plead perfect, repeat the verdict
I’ll retweet your sermon in leet speak for sure then
It beats people burnin
And If you find my beast of burden please return it, with the keys inserted


a bit intimidating
instigating fits of rage
misbehaving like the kid of satan
get silver initials engraved on a pistol grip thats nickel plated
and kill all the villains i hated
yo wherever we go
gettin our pictures taken
bout to blow up like
when a missile hits the pavement
sittin in a basement
sippin some jameson
twistin a spliff and we're blazing
if it fits the occasion
gettin in the game and riddin the blame
like a criminal getting vindicated
our spittin is amazin
for your information
equivalent to wisdom from sages in the middle ages
or an image davinci painted
it’s pretty blatent
we’re livin in a simulated vivid matrix
gettin minimum wage
on a limited basis
so my finishing statement is
don’t sit an wait
and wish away
the minutes you’re faced with


Every Evening Hedonism gets me waited
When the fever hits I blame it
On the previous administration

Raw tomes hit your playlist
The squad go Sean Colmes getting famous from the mix arrangements

Crossover syndicated on your city stations
Pop culture switching places like a hip-replacement

Leavin’ John Doe’s - victims nameless
And Stockholm's Syndrome patients
Off, no litigation

Mystic Hazes
visions came that imitated
Diablo’s different faces

Lost souls at cross road, consider this your invitation
to the tribulation as depicted in the scripture pages

In broad strokes, I’m indicating pics you paint are pixilated
Wrong focus as songs go
Drop notes
Intricate as fragrance in
Sophisticated whiskey tasting
Scotch flow
Bitter flavor finish with a hint of raisin
I’m not old, I’m simply aging
Honest tho, I said that lyric just to cleanse my spirit this is distillation


displayin my wit
instead of stayin silent
a great guy
with glazed eyes
sayin praise science!
stay fly like a plane pilot
with a blatant bias towards stayin my highest
takein daily vitamins
droppin weight like diet
if you’re not 18 you should wait to try it
in case you may like it
i date dime who take me to dine and pay with diamonds
on the waves we sail to Jamaican islands
never wasting time or day light
create rhymes instead of hate crimes an gang violence
an try n geta little fame and paid by it
i wait a while
in grapevines an taste wine till i'm sideways
an sick like the c.i.aids virus

Ray’s mind is a maze inside id
You’d be amazed to find it / Liberated from insane asylums
Creative lies I’m telling you will spell the truth
Between the paper lines, OK? Rewind it

Ashamed of vipers who proclaim their righteous
With nothing but hate to guide us
Pay the prices
You’ll get vaporized by an aim precise as a laser sight
if you pray for violence

Jostling plates alignment
Causing the quakes and tides
All in day’s assignment
What’d you say? (PRAISE SCIENCE)
I’m game to try it
And slap David Icke in
his face with a pagan trident

We stay excited
waitin for time’s end, prayin to divine men
and rain and lightning like the ancient myans

Ain’t it right, we’re craving crisis
Based on writings in late papyrus I Blame Poseidon

don’t be a slave to 9 to 5s, there’s ways to fight it
misouri’s it’s a state of mind
but celebrating your day of life with cake an ice cream
crazy frightening as a way to remind you of the day you’re dying

You gotta strain to find what ain’t provided
Can’t face the sky remaining flightless
That’s freakin great advice, I’ll be a famous psychic
Soon as the DEA reinstates my license
I got a basement lined with strange devices
to keep a couple safe from a coming age of tyrants
These are double gainer type flips
Let’s take a hike, I’m running out of ways to rhyme this

so I light a J an stay smilin
microwave a plate of pie and play violin
spray fire with ray myers
we’re straight stylin
Track Name: Broken Language 2015
The God denier / Third day coffin riser
Choose your own adventure novel writer / That got lost inside it
Sodomizer / Girlfriend apologizer
Awful driver / Google job applier who will not get hired

The Honest liar / Ostracizer / Online comment typer
Mitt Romney fighter / Whether he’s wrong or righter
The Robert Oppenheimer atomic bomb designer / If not Macgyver
3AM waffle buyer at Broadway Diner

Pompey the general that clashed with Caesar
If you had amnesia
Cabin fever having tweaker showing manic features

Raymond, bastard
The case cracker named after the Perry Mason actor
Corolla Matrix crasher

The pen scorcher
Incomplete sentence former
Drink, write, and press record in any order
Mech warrior, with post-traumatic stress disorder
feds are swarmin / fled enforcers
headed for the texas border

The club invader
Recovering raver
Under ager honey chaser
Starbucks cafe latte money waster
Production station percussion maker
Tumblr scraper
Calvin and Hobbes funny paper cut and save-er

The ancient figure engraved in fixtures and cave pictures
Stage ripper, rane mixer make the bass thicker
the day’s victor / Game winner / shouting “hey sister”
Dame kisser Chardonnay sipper marvin gaye listener



Members of the lower working class that don’t observe the past
Smokin herb and go to burning man I hope you you heard me fam
Cause if if you’re not wiser / I go Scott Steiner
Johann Geiger / I’m Lohan’s Tiger

Left hand connect fast, it’s not fiber
talk fly you could get your whole jaw wired
Rogue com writer Flip a script and go Rob Reiner
At a Late Late Show, I’m so Tom Schneider

A whole lot live-er, drop lines that stop cyphers
Mention you and all they say is shots fired
merch booth buy your whole stock and
throw bon fires, Murderer, Hans Reiser

wrought iron
What’s a stop sign to a dodge viper
Stock higher
cause we’re known to get cash - Jane Jetson
Rap a great set, hit the pad and play Tekken

Rappers may step, and we Cassius Clay deck em
Gathered fame yes, it could pass the same second
Ya gets no love that’s a jam by faith evan
Didn’t ask why, but that’s a great question

Your simply the same thing on different days
In sync like JC and Timberlake
In sink like I hate cleaning dinner plates
There you go another lame scheme to imitate

MC Taste sweet as some minute made
mixtapes you couldn’t to pay me to listen straight
Need it like I need AC on winter break
Wrote one for the lady’s but it can wait

Cause it’s the antagonist, nothing realer the one in million
Cunning villain come for your unborn children like Rumpelstiltskin
Hope Universal finds this stuff appealing
Cause I’d love to name a couple places they can shove the deal in

Son of Sam to the summer jams, hunt and kill em
Kept on coming back with another track that I wasn’t feelin
Button mashing till something happens it’s nothing brillint
But bite a rhyme you’ll need tongue graft and a dozen filling

Crunk smashed with my dumb ass, fuzz flashed
Duck dash, and chuck the stash in country village
Then summon dragons with Trunks’ dad and my cousin Krillin
Come and can catch it on Lushes channel his buddy filmed it

If you headline, I’m above the billing - Nah
been muscle building punch through ceilings I’m above the building
I don’t know there’s just something ill in my double helix
If you dug it dig it, if not you gonna love the remix

Track Name: On and On
Cats are frontin with hype man’s vocab
Lets get rIght back to the program
Another dope jam for Phone and your iPad
It’s going down like a road map of Thailand

It’s going down like a boat crash
so man the life raft, nah go back and strike that
It’s going down like five tabs of Prozac
Ya might have to go grab / Your mic and your notepad

Vocal track you can quote after time lapse
Roll the Hi-Hat cause you’re programmed to like that
Don’t jam a synapse no nevermind that
It’s going down like an old-fashion mineshaft

Go ask the boneman who I am
Known as the Conan of my land / High as a Titan
Highlander life span and six-tone camo
Mid mo rambo / with no ammo


On and on and breakin’ the dawn-ah
Pages as long as Les Miserables
Came to respond to the state of the genre
Save it, it’s just another day in the saga

Wonder if we get the same memoranda
Cause ya drop outs, ain’t in mi classa
Arranging the mantra to placement of commas
Steady hand shave with katanas - Artists are

Hustlers? OK but for one that gets paid there are
hundreds that gave up their methods to function
Impressing the public that left them with nothing and
and vent about getting discovered - if you could have

Breakfast or justice, the rent or some substance
That’s message enough you weren’t meant to discuss it
Sensitive subject, heck I’d have better
production but the last track emptied the budget

The dictator been taken fixed aim at big chain
fakery spit game of fifth graders / waste of beats
Talking rolex, but display your wrist player
You don’t get paper you’re a myth maker plain to see

Don’t be disturbed if diss yours
Just quick slur you misheard don’t get furious
Spit germs that are incurable
If you don’t have insurance quick purchase it

In turn - You make a fist first? I skip words
like bits of dirt on disc surfaces
Disperse, I’m a bit merciless
Think Hercules when he hit Cerberus

Or a centaur with the vest armor of Centurions
Sent marching for this purpose
Your mixture is impure I’m impervious
Leave you Injured in Tourniquets if I enter the tournament (bracket)

But most not worthy the clash
If currency match it could certainly happen
Habit / practice to earn the advantage
Learn from the hand of worthy assassin

Canvas hot as burst of a match stick
(fuck that) Hotter than the the work of a black smith
(fuck that) Just bring an urn for the ash,
I keep the Mercury maxed on it’s vertical axis

A sure fact, every jam I’m fixture
Catch me by the stage open tab in a blizzard
Travelin thick, whole clan’s in the mix, cause
I stand for the click, like you're snapping a picture

We ain’t goin no where like grab me a snickers
Figure. That ain’t the half of it mister
Add to the list, wanna scrap it’s a risk
Mad kids piled up like a bad game of twister

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