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"PROGRESS" is the third album from Fast Tactics (FASTAX)...the first two albums, "MOTM" and "Waiting in Lines" are currently unavailable for download.

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released August 16, 2012

Shouts to Ben Hotz, Shouts to Twat. Shouts to Walking With Balance, Shouts to Mike Hafner, Shouts to bad rappers, Shouts to Ecid, Shouts to Leif(Kolt), Shouts to Sonic the Hedgehog, Shouts to theneedledrop, Shouts to Citizen turning 21, Shouts to Batsauce, Shouts to rap music, Shouts to rock music, Shouts to Ween, Shouts to Sonic Youth, Shouts to The Zombies, Shouts to Danny Brown, Shouts to anybody that gives this album a chance

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Arcadiac Records is a group of like-minded musicians spanning from Southeastern Wisconsin, all through Michigan, Kentucky, Colorado, and South Africa.

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*EAGER MANIACS
*FAST TACTICS (FASTAX)
*ONBOARD BALLOON
*PETTY TYRANTS
*THE SISU KID (MMMM)
*THINXX
*TWAT
*WALKING WITH BALANCE
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Track Name: Sparks Fly (prod. Citizen)
This song has no lyrics. You're dumb.
Track Name: Stay for the Cake (ImLit, Citizen, Ill Villian)(prod. Ben Hotz of/Kreaturen)
Verse 1(ImLit):
How you be doing Jane Jetson, spacey older chick
I’d make a date with my psychiatrist for a kiss
and in the flick of the wrist i’d be gone
with my Swan Song shirt gone haggard in the thorns
sure that I’ve been warned, in one ear, out the other
I’ve always been a sucker getting licked like all these other motherfuckers
pucker up, shit be getting sour
diesel powered golden shower hosing down your followers
so if you bounce with her, I’ll be pissed
I’ll be making up shit about the whole of your existence
cause I’m paranoid, sure that your a droid
waiting for your self destruct systems to deploy
so if the noise is to much for your cranium
and you start feeling numb, I think you better run
you can tell from my breath I be sin
reeking of brimstone and gin, fucking grim


Verse 2(Citizen):
I say, “What up kid?” then, “Get another bucket.”
We can get so zooted that we have to go and puke in it
Some people call me cupid, the last truest on the loopid
Flute calvary coop did, You I straight up eluded
Sober I’m older and more of a bore
Call me Kim Hawthorn. Call me the guy on your news report
Tickle me turn red. I’m fickle, you give head
My pickle big instead. So tickled you turn dead
I played Streets of Rage coming out the womb
Check me out, I’m Jared Nathan from ZOOM
Not dead tho, Three Ninjas special
All day, All night I watched it; Lets tussel
Meant to be. Call me Destiny Child
Mentally Chris Pontius. Now call me wild boy
You’re old if you don’t like the cake
We stay for the cake

Refrain(Citizen):
Stay for the cake motherfucker
Stay for the cake
Just GOD
Stay for the cake motherfucker

Verse 3(STAKS):
Yo who is this? Yo what is this business? Fast Tactics’ stayin within sight distance of the 262 district. With this shit I could make a couple ducketts in an instant My mistress is a short blonde chick and a whitey mean hope image. Listen to Citizen Immature Literature that’s ImLit. STAKS, yo that’s smiley the Ally Kat, throw on your rally caps and sit down and shut your traps cause when I write this shit’s tight like Sarah Palin’s yoga pants. Clap your hands and dance, I hope you end the night in laughs and get so drunk at Ho Chunk casino like Reno, but Wisco scene tho. Yo you don’t even know it’s the king of the flow and the crown of all the critics. Welcome to my home town yea welcome to apocalypse. The clock is winding down and you decide you’ve got a lot to live. Let’s pop some shots of vodka and watch all the bombs come in.
Track Name: Bill Clinton (Citizen, ImLit, Ill Villian)(prod. Citizen)
Verse 1(Citizen):
I got Sonic the Hedgehog, beat it in black & white
Sonic Youth, “Goo” was burning through a tape too
Back then tobacco stayed at low price ranges
And then I smoked it, had to pay for the cellophaneSES
Magikarp card, I got it at the market
They used to call me Aladdin, I copped a magic carpet
Star of the burbs was Tom Hanks
91’ came and Citizen’s in the ranks
Thanks Shakes the Clown (Nuhuh)
Bruce Baum (Nuhuh) Jim Baum no relation cept the skin tone,
Full House, and beginning stages of bald dome
Fuck the cellphone, I only had to call home
Phone home, E.T. 82’, Keys
give up the drugs in your coat please
Probably steady smackin’ police
Whitey mean-hop is the reoccurring motif

Verse 2(ImLit):
Way back when Jeff B. was the Dude
Mac, cheese, hotdog, was my only food
I used to watch Ren and Stimpy, and then Rocko till I puked
cause their antics were a little to gross for this little dude
yodalayhoo, Ricola left me snotty
and Right Said Fred was always checking out my body
when I was going potty, with my pants down
and my shirt pulled up, with my dick hanging out, what a clown
Bozo line em up,
doing shots and drinking Zima till I fucking bust
watch the movie Seven and identify with lust
go to Pizza Hut, gotta get the stuffed crust
what the fuck, Howard the Duck, that movie sucked
but I would watch it everyday while I was eating lunch
cause I’m a grunge shotgun blast to the face
like Vanilla Ice, with just a little taste

Verse 3(STAKS):
I used to book it butt naked running screaming through the forest. A little later on I was writing emo choruses. No Child of Divorce, but a child of the ninety’s had one too many drunk uncles flick cigarettes at me. Kawasaki Yamaha, No you don’t smell pot grandma. Up jumped the boogie taking shots just like Nirvana. 92 and ta da STAKS laughin at Madonna. Smiley the Ally Kat he always be like HAHA! Big pimpin yea call me Bill Clinton, listening to Alvin and the Chipmunks at Christmas. Eating up my nuggets of chicken in the front yard pissin. “All That” shit and punk ass RUGRATS everyday no missing. Pretend to be sick because fuck school I’m skipping. My neighbor, the sheriff we be ding dong ditching. Don’t be dissing on the 90’s lil kids cause you missed it.
Track Name: Warned (prod. Citizen)
This song has no lyrics. You're dumb.
Track Name: Before I Act Stupid (ImLit, Citizen, feat. Twat of/Eager Maniacs)(prod. Citizen)
Verse 1(ImLit):
Howdy Doody got no booty, but he always had wood
stood tall amongst the minors in the concert hall
fall flat on his face, disgraced he’d get back up
fucked, but slightly stronger than he ever was
if he got in a fight the night was likely ruined
but who knew that little dude could play the devil through him
I thought I knew him, but now I know I never really did
when the shit hit the fan, I ran just like a little kid
so riddle me this pops, been so many years
but it still feels like he’s still here, what causes that
though I know he’s working down in a laundry mat
stuffed to the gills with excederin and pork fat
down in the dirty South, I heard he’s married now
It’s to another puppet crafted with a sexy pout
and though the kid terrifies the fuck outta me
well I still with him peace, and call him family


Chorus(Citizen):
Stop in the name of love
Before we go and fuck the meaning of the term up
Of the term up
Before I act stupid just take the shortcut
Stop in the name of love
Before we go and fuck the meaning of the term up
Of the term up
What are you thinking? Of the term up

Verse 2(Citizen):
I got fucked up, smoked up the whole thang
Broke off eleven flings I had since I was seventeen
My ex-girl said that I’m just a skinny jerk
It’s like I’m a jack-off, the world was made for her
I’m so over it tho. I told you I’m over it
You say, “But her hips, duck.” Fuck her I’m over it
Just got paid, I would probably punch the senate
Copped a chain on Amazon just for outfit
For the hell of it. Yes, I think it’s real funny
how some of the ladies I meet just shrug me off for dummies
Funny like a cat that plays piano,
But no one’s there to see him cuz he’s way outside of Reno
Hilarious like a piggy punched in the face
but no one got to see it, it wasn’t even taped
It wasn’t even taped
The cop punched in the face, fuck his nose up

Chorus

Verse 3(Twat):
Welcome to the shit show where we speak in broken lingo.
If you watch the burn long enough you'll can feel your sins glow.
Lowride limbo! Let's see how dirty we can get.
It's bitch eat bitch in this land of patchwork neglect.
I've been down many roads, who's to say this ones no different?
Clowns could flash mob anytime, so it's best to keep your distance.
They're a little bit belligerent when they do what they do,
Like "We shit where we eat 'round here, ya' better follow suit!"
Now'a'days I'm getting out of bed like my father,
performing open ended magic tricks. I don't know why I bother
extending a helping hand when all I get are clenched fists.
The ace in my sleeve now ceases to exist.
It's better to be pissed off than pissed on, but this has gone
on long enough; why do you flaunt your imitative brawn?
The empirical rule strikes back, they wanna skew the facts man!
We live by the pen and we die by the backstab.
Track Name: Awkward Cousins (Ill Villian, Citizen, ImLit)(prod. Ill Villian & Citizen)
Verse 1(STAKS):
Greetings from ET y’all can call me IV. I step rep protect and collect for FT. I don’t follow common currency even though the thoughts occurred to me that one of these days someone will seize my property. I don’t pay my taxes properly got problems with geography when I’m way too high and driving. (Oh wait shit I’m driving?) I’ve got three gallons tank of gas, nothing in the bank for cash. No paycheck for another week I really need that bag of weed but rather go to Jimmies. Rip up beats and gossip indie cause I’m different you won’t listen so I’m pissed. Get to drinking get to thinking let’s go play some ding dong ditch and then I get myself in trouble. Others always seem to follow but I keep it on the humble. I don’t hustle I just flow, just in case you didn’t know I’m and alcoholic marijuana fiend a John Pollock wanna be you gotta be walking with me eventually you need to run.

Verse 2(Citizen):
I’m so broke, I need to find a parking meter
with some time on it to stay in the city limits
I got a ticket, fuck it Ima pay it
Get pissed about the piggies but chill in a couple minutes
I’m too inebriated to tell you how I feel about me and you
Change the mood. Take the booms
Sidetracked like a musician who
doesn’t give a fuck about prolifics or winning, come get it
The city is fucking me like a bit itch
A wit itch; Sabrina is robbing me of kitten
A wit it Witness missed me, pissed it
fixed itself cuz I shit out my own critic
What is this business?
I got a couple bitches in my droid from the Milwaukee district
Three 5’s; say, I never trust the east-side
scenester pussy when they be running up with bow ties

Refrain(Citizen):
Oopsies, you wanted a scoopsie
Hop-the-scotch D-rum, Jager-Baumeister coup-de
(STAKS):
Tight squeeze right into the nitch, he
found the pot empty, he’s a negative nancy
Track Name: Meow Mix (Ill Villian, ImLit, Citizen)(prod. Citizen & Ill Villian)
Verse 1(STAKS):
Life ain’t nothing but a cocktail waitress listening to cassettes on an old tape deck. Rain check I’m feeling ill I’ll have to call ya later alligator please don’t fucking eat me my meats tough like Arnold Schwarzenegger

Verse 3(Citizen):
Listen to all the flow, Imagine visual
Watch all the silent film, Imagine audio
Look at both of my hands, Imagine money in um
Look at both of my hands, fuckers getting smacked by um
Track Name: Big Wheel (Citizen, ImLit, Ill Villian, feat. Billy Goatz of/Arcadians)(prod. Citizen)
Verse 1(Citizen):
I hop up on the track like I’ve been crying
I’m trying the world been bias
Not only that, the world been fire
This is hell, do your drugs in the stairwell
Do your drugs at the Motel 6 in Delevan
Spending 250 tomorrow isn’t relevant
You wake up tomorrow, “Last night was hella bent”
Walk around the muck looking for where your keys went
You only feel safe in the third ward
I only feel third next to M. Ward and Zooey
I hear you need floaties when you swim
Look at him, he don’t need floaties when he in it

Verse 3(STAKS):
Hey kiddies it’s your little city hero getting shitty at your wedding spreading gossip passing blunts getting drunk buckle up we’re going for a run to mcdonalds. I hope I don’t vomit, Oh lord no! Where did I put my wallet. Dialed 911 on the cell phone ahhh shit don’t call it. Eyyy yo let me get another hit.

Chorus(Billy Goatz):
I’ll ride my big wheel onto greener pastures (x3)
And I’m gone, long gone

Verse 4(Citizen):
I be the CI, the TI, the ZEN
You see I be the new Ceaser, your favorite rapper’s twin
Who, him? Thanks to Will Smith, I’m in
Twice: Shouts to Will Smith, we’re in
See me on the webcam, follow like Pikmin
Fuck you for real man
I said fuck you for real man
Muh Muh Muh man

Verse 6(STAKS):
Woahhh back up though I wasn’t hitting on your girl I was asking for the bathroom. Accidently made her toes curl what’s with that dude? Is that what went and put you in a bad mood? Never been one to talk back talk smack smoke crack but let’s crack jokes and blaze smokes. We could do any one of those.
Track Name: Truman (Citizen)(Prod. Ben Hotz of/Swamp)
Verse 1:
It's like every day seem like the Truman Show
Or maybe I'm just paranoid in one area code
I quit smokes, why the hell do I still shake?
I'm on a contract with Paramount to the grave
With no pay, no lead way
I have to sell insurance like Jim Carrey
For god sakes, I'm kinda lost in my own environment
Feel like I'm in a war, my own team is firing
It's like everyday seem like the last
They loop like rap beats, kinda look like the past
I struggle out of the slump with a pun and badge
For good looks, I gotta thank the makeup crew for that
But obviously they do all their work when I'm asleep
Never seen, they creep - Radiohead
God damn it, even watching me when I'm in bed
Like I'm sleep-walking outta the fucking set.
People n' scenery identical all the time
But ducks should change like Mighty to Anaheim

Chorus:
Mighty to Anaheim, Mighty to Anaheim
Ducks should change like Mighty to Anaheim
It's like everyday seem like the last
They loop like rap verse, kind of look like the past
On the air, Unaware
That you're the only reason that everybody's there
Where? I mean right here
Where you're at is a camera pointed like a gat

Verse 2:
Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight shit
It's only the morning, I'm sticking to the script wit
For lip is often televised with a demerit
And karma strikes back in the form of special effects
And through my best friend
Through everybody that karma can, including the milk man and grams'
I'm so sick of my roll, I might row a boat to the edge of the dome
On a limb that it floats
I hate everybody involved with this
I wanna go home wherever home is
I hate everybody involved with this
I wanna go home wherever home is

Chorus:
Mighty to Anaheim, Mighty to Anaheim
Ducks should change like Mighty to Anaheim
It's like everyday seem like the last
They loop like rap verse, kind of look like the past
On the air, Unaware
That you're the only reason that everybody's there
Where? I mean right here
Where you're at is a camera pointed like a gat

Refrain:
(It's like every day my best friend is a motherfuckin' asshole) x4

Verse 3:
My best friend is a motherfuckin' asshole
Lying to me my whole life, what a hassle
I'm just a peasant, Marlon is living in castles
I watch TMNT, now lets WRASSLE
Even my wife is a motherfuckin' asshole
Lying to me my whole life, what a hassle
Even Meryl Burbank can travel
Your boy Truman is fenced in like farm cattle
Your boy Truman broke off after a long battle
With no wife, he only watches porn when he's unsettled
*MOANS*
You hear it from the other room like, "What the fuck he doin?"
He either watching porn or he just sampling the moaning
Probably the second one
Just for fun: Fuck Marlon! Fuck Marlon! Fuck Marlon!
Track Name: Jack & Coke (ImLit & Ill Villian)(prod. ImLit & Citizen)
Verse 2(STAKS):
He thinks about the end, and what this world would be like if it was only him. It really just depends on who starts and follows all the trends. He dedicates his life to fight to never fall in line just to try to be like them.
Now one of these things is not like the other.

One of these things is a drunk mother fucker. Cleaning out his system to relieve him from the work week his hurt feet just remind him “damn I’m feeling thirsty”. At first he did it socially just trying to get close with peeps, maybe if he drank enough he wouldn’t be a total geek. Too soon the booze began consuming him. Completely drink reliant and eventually his only friend. Where did it all begin? At the fragile age of ten, father figure was a step. Chronic sinner tried to drown his demons out with liquor but it only made them stronger made him lay his hands on mommy yea they’re living with a monster. Probably too much fucking vodka, watched him drink it down like water. Pop some pills and grab the car keys head down town to fuck with police. Hope you’re up when I get home this black out’s got me feeling lonely, hope you’re up when I get home this black out’s got me feeling lonely.

He thinks about the end, and what this world would be like if it was only him. It really just depends on who starts and follows all the trends. He dedicates his life to fight to never fall in line just to try to be like them.
Track Name: Run Behind the Door (Citizen, ImLit, Ill Villian, WWB)(prod. Walking With Balance)
Verse 1(Citizen):
Call me the CI, the TI, the ZEN
Probably wanna be I, probably buying Fiats
Me I got a girly and she be driving Kias
Four-wheeler, I tell her that I drive like a geezer
But for really tho, I jump it like I’m Evil Knievel hos
Hot Snakes, Minutemen on the stereo
Really tho, no lie. Smoked up the whole thing twice
I shouldn’t have to tell you that we don’t even have to try
But if I see Biggie again, I might
I hate Tupac hologram, not the guy
I’m real laid back, probably think I’m high
Probably think I’m drunk; I am, oh my
With the Fastax you panic
Can it, run behind the door and you (******)
With the Maniacs you panic
Can it, run behind the door and you slam it

Verse 3(STAKS):
Fuck all this noise in the 262. East Troy, Milwaukee and St. Cloud too. We be the three that y’all kicked out on our asses we only came back cause we some mother fucking masochists. So you can be mad at us for causing all the damages just bill me at this address, apologize to family members. And when the weather starts to change in the worst way, Smiley the Ally Kat blowing candles at your birthday. Hip hip hooray what a beautiful day to get paid. Today is the greatest day I’ve ever known can’t wait for tomorrow I’ll be way too stoned a picture’s worth a thousand words a blunt is worth a couple songs.

Verse 4(Walking With Balance):
On the road hungry I take what I need
and i feed it to my soul in a perpetual greed
nobody will see the scens of panic
i've ran as fast as i cant have it
the way you want it flaunt no bit
till i quit the shit storm
warm rain soaks my being
bloddy pores peeling open
the stitched shut cut wounds you
aquired behind closed doors
the floors creek when I tip toe
so run I run fast
Fuck the speed at which the wind blows
hunt these hoes down
after which we can look up what witch
to throw in the pit cuz sombody has to pay for this stupid shit
and it's all fun and games till we point that blame
run behind the door escape the list of chores and go insane
naaa not today it's beautiful how could i stay shut like my usual
play I act out every ego filled moment hopiing dope will clear the
lense cover is on and i forgot how to work this song
Track Name: Dance for Me (Citizen & ImLit)(prod. Citizen)
(Citizen)
I hop up on the track like I never watched Footloose
Move the caboose like Kevin did
Bacon but not the lovable fragrence
Patient but ImLit is getting anxious

(Citizen)
I smoked up the whole thing with Vince Green
from T.V. in the evening
Tape up the cardboard box and revealing
That we breakdance on the ceiling

Chorus x2:
Come out and dance for me
(Someone come dance for me)
Come out and dance for me
(Someone come dance for me)
You know I can’t.
(I can’t, naw)
So why don’t you
(Why don’t you)
Just fucking dance for me
(Oh, dance for me)

(Citizen)
Do the Jim Baum, Dodadoda dang thang
Do the right thing, Spike Lee
Everybody you know, know me
Anybody that battle rap; deceased

(Citizen)
Floating like a butterfly, stinging like a knee to the jaw
I was only doing square dance ya’ll

(Citizen)
Do da dang thang, do da do da dang thang
Do da do da do da do da do da dang thang
Track Name: STAKS' Beat Block Party (prod. Ill Villian AKA STAKS)
This song has no lyrics. You're dumb.
Track Name: Serve the Cake (ImLit, STAKS, Citizen)(prod. Citizen)
Verse 2(STAKS):
Dear Mr. President please send another present in the mail Fed Ex express a check to cash and I’ll express my feelings for my country. Feeling lovely kinda stupid way we do things even though we know they bad but when I die. Yo be sure to tell my dad I tried best to be the best emcee I’ve ever seen a deaf dumb and blind mother fucker surely could confess for me. Yo he surely could confess for me.

Verse 3(Citizen):
Shoutout to Showboat, Shoutout to Bird City
Shoutout to my boat I’m gonna buy when I’m fifty
People call me Bert, My friends look like Ernie
You looked away, I said something witty
Smoked up banana peels to feel like a monkey
I’m going to heaven like the Pixies
Get me? Forget me. Remember me?
I’m a young Ray Nitschke on speed

Not one for being fake
I came to serve the cake
Track Name: (BONUS) Awkward Cousins Remix/Sonic Youth Mashup (prod. Citizen)
See: Awkward Cousins