Second-Hand smoke is a collection of previosly unrelased as remixes and rareities. This CD was compiled by Micheal "Miguel" Haddapolt

Track Listing doin' time (uptown dub) get out! romeo new realization don't push slow ride chick on my tip had a dat trenchtown rock badfish drunk drivin' saw red garbage grove april 29th 19932 (leary) superstar punani legal dub what's really goin' wrong doin' time (eerie splendor remix) thanx dub

Get Out

My place is not a home, don't make no difference But I have found that I need a place to stay I never listen to what the landlord man say You should've seen the flops in my house We were jumping on walls and kicking ceilins Now a days people listen to me, when I say.."GET OUT" Hold me and don't let go Makes no difference that your a ho Cause I need a place to stay and thoughdisease was just the price I paid. In days of old that how it used to be, oh yes indeed. That girl is dead to me now and I say .."GET OUT" All the time the people want to know the meaning of the word Sublime It ain't anarchist, it's the shit you missed We get the minute man loop and add a peni twist We know you mutha that this is the shit that you put in the box And say damn it's a hitAnd to all the radios and the tv shows Cause we don't kiss no ass or kick down free shows What you get is the kind no econo gang or cess with yellow lover on the d-r-u-m-s Let the lovin take a hold over me Let the lovin take a hold over me "Cause all I see is your fussin' and fightin' 1992 so lets all start uniting Put your hands together be the best you can be Let this jam take us to 1993 Stay positive and the love will come back to me

Romeo

I have a secret place Inside my mind, where I keep hidden inspiration you will find and when my petty anger goes to my head, you'll find I'm better off dead. oh, and I don't hold the key, to find out what is killing me, its, been so long but somheow i just do care,

I am a Romeo, am a Romeo, with no place to go

Sometimes I think you hate me, hang up the phone, but take a closer look this hate i feel is my own. So many times I've loved you more than myself, it's time to take that love and put it on the shelf, oh, and when I hold you tight, it makes me want to scream and fight. Love turned to hate, some how it's just, how it's just, how it's just to late.

I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go

Rock the reggae music, cuz it sounds so fine, right, when I hold you tight, In my arms you are mine but in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same, I know something goin on and I know who's to blame, everytime I tell you I'm the real Romeo, tt fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow. cuz' somthings going on and I think you should know so listen to my rhyme, cuz this is how it goes:

In a tight mini short in a short mini skirt it feels so wrong and it feels so right the more I think about it your a pain in the ass, I told you many times the times gonna last, want the kind of woman who can make me feel right, not sloppy drunk sex on a saturday night. cuz,

I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go

Pull up your honey if you gotta one see, because your down with the style, cuz your down with me. oh, rig the selector when your on the mixer, along with Peter Mitchell upon the echo chamber. Two, one, no they must see but no, they can't test me. Two, three of them come and say you cant test me. because me rock the reggae music in a different stylee. Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time, because your down with the band that they call Sublime, right?

Don't take it too slow, don't take me wrong, me know which way to go, me, me, me, me alright, me rock the reggae music day and all night.

Makes you wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes you wanna explode,
times it makes you wanna explode

New Realization

The time has come, to reach a new Realisation 'tween me and you, time to clear the rumors, sensations, and things that just are untrue,

well I thought I heard you behind me, with a knife stright for my back, It's quite clear that I'm back, in the swing of living, although I might not be on the right track,

oh, thought I might drown but its hard to be givin', downtown's wheres you'll find me, do some and got a hand, although I never listen girl, I damn well understand, and you think, I'm so damn feeble. I can't see through your lies, you'r just a crock of shit, with a pretty smile, and I refuse to compromise.

oh, don't give me such a heavy, heavy, heavy load

you may hold some vision of truth, if truth can found in a lie. maybe some grain of inspiration, for song thats deep inside.

oh, tears running down your face, just screaming lick me in the eye, well I'm licking straight at your twisted face and it's enough to make me cry,

oh pouch is there for those that want to pay the price of loving you, in more ways than one. wrapped around your finger but I think my time has come, but I never can be too sure. cuz I like to have a little fun,

oh, what fun it would be to blow my mind and fall into the sun.

a mind is a precious thing to taste

Don't Push

Stolen from an african land Chased out with a knife With a face like Bob Marley and a mouth like a motor bike Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right And if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night And it goes.. If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved If I was half pint I'd ball lord up above If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight If I was a BoomtownRats I would be stayin up all night If I was the king Ad-Roc i would get stupid dumb If rythmes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do, I'd point that shit straight up at the sky and shot heaven down to you Oh well the bars are always open and the time is always right And if God's good word goes unspoken well the music goes all night I want a lover, I can't find the time I want a reason, I can't find the rythme I want to start some static, but I can't afford Just hit the ground as I fell off my skateboard Now a days as clear as you please, strap with protection or strap with disease. Laughter, it's free any time just call me 439-0116 when your down with Sublime You get funky fresh lyrics, you get nothin Stolen from an african land Got chased out of the bar I saw my best friend tonite so don't push me too far I gonna run come down with the new lyrics, get hit get hip you knuckle heads Racism is scism on a serious tip You don't believe me I go and bust your lip. I hear the moutain, It hard to climb I hear the rythme and it must be sublime Listen yellow lover you got it right on time We got criket with the quickness and the bassline Go and raid the sound and tell people the news oh hey tell them regaee music is on the loose Here i am from the place where the sun shine down in a unique fashion Good good vibes that keep on playin playin People gonna come and try tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensi You're pumpin' that shit and I'm sick of it Teakin every weekend we just can't take it Whoaa, we don't want plastic.

Slowride

She takes her time when it's time to get ready
Always has her way
Always leaves me waiting by the phone
She told me more than once to take it slow
and I said ok
But lately i've been sleeping all alone

I'm not breaking up inside
Im much to proud to moan
Baby please come home

I feel a little lucky so I try to play it cool
I think she laughs inside
with the words that burn like fire in my mouth
try to be a man like i got the master plan, night out on the town
drink and dance and we can turn it out

Whoa, Maybe it's how your body moves I just don't know
Maybe it's just the way you move so slow

(beep-boop-beep-beep-boop-beep-beep)

Hello?
Hi it's me
I thought I told you not to call me here
I know I just really needed to talk to you
Get a clue babe, there's nothing to talk about.

(Click!)

Ask me why I play myself play myself for a fool
Swear I would do most anything
Walk a mile to see her smile
Walk a mile just to rock for a while
Babe I'm thinking with my ding-a-ling

Whoa, I've been doing some thinking
now I just don't know
Maybe just the way you move so slow
Maybe cuz you move so slow
Maybe cuz you move so slow

But sitting on the verge of tears does not become my 22 years
You took my shame
and you took my pride
and now you gonna take me for a slow ride

but uh, uh. waiting, waiting on the phone
got the words that burn like fire in my mouth
come on down reggae style
wind up your body like a bass line wild
drink and dance and we can turn it out

Whooooaaaa, I'm not going crazy but I just dont know

Maybe cuz you move so slow x3

Like love
move nice and low

Slowride!
Slowride!
Slowride!

Had a Dat

Raging and Swirling
Getting Inside
I feel Like I'm going to Break!

Bright sun sinking low,
I never feel afraid to let emotions show
Well I did
Now take a look at me,
I had a close brush before your destiny

Before I end, and you'll be victims of
my stories,tales,lies, and exaggerations
I'm gonna
When your living life like a show
you gotta
take a bow to the people you know

I said lie, for me
lying under a process tree
oh engrossing in my brain
feeling like I'm going a little insane

a little close inside
feels like I'm going Insane!

Red Lights
are
sinking low

I grab another beer cuz it's time to go...

I feel my head burst
I head out to your car
And I pray to Jesus Christ, but you won't get too far

I say uh, headlights and uh second gear
I run the road of like and skip the things you fear
I said that you might, that you might find a better way
to justify- the evil things that you say

Ah, help me please, ah help me please
because I'm going up on my knees

I said, I said
going down to my knees
I pray to the Lord up above!

Help me,
I'm falling down
feeling now the cold cold cold hard ground

haunting faces, and moving lines
slumber party for tonight

Pound it hard, your gonna pound it again
but please just do not pump up my friend
cuz it seems alright, gonna push him around
but I can't be taken for no clown

Because
when I am on the ground I Cry!

wowowowowowo.. Don't Stop

oh, Cool and eazy
oh no
cool and easy
to the sweet reggae music
oh no
feels alright to sweet reggae music
feels alright
sweet reggae music....

Trenchtown Rock

(lyrics from Bob Marley Version)

One good thing about music, when it hits you fell no pain (repeat)
So hit me with music, hit me with music
Hit me with music, hit me with music nowI got to say trench town rockI say don't watch thatTrench town rock, big fish or spratTrench town rock, you reap what you sowTrench town rock, and everyone know now
Trench town rock, don't turn your back
Trench town rock, give the slum a try
Trench town rock, never let the children cry
Trench town rock, cause you got to tell JAH, JAH
You grooving Kingston 12, grooving, Kingston 12
Grooving woe, woe, it's Kingston 12
Grooving it's Kingston 12
No want you fe galang so
No want you fe galang so
You want come cold I up
But you can't come cold I up
Cause I'm grooving, yes I'm groovingI say one good thing, one good thingWhen it hits you feel no pain
One good thing about music
When it hits you feel no pain
So hit me with music
Hit me with music now
Hit me with music, hit me with music
Look at that, Trench Town rock I say don't watch that, Trench Town rock
If you big fish or sprat,
Trench Town rock
You reap what you sow, Trench Town rock
And everyone know now, Trench Town rock
Don't turn your back, Trench Town rock
Give the slum a try, Trench Town rock Never let the children cry, Trench Town rock
Cause you got to tell JAH, JAH why Grooving, grooving, grooving, grooving

Badfish

When you grab a hold of me Tell me that I'll never be set free I'm a parasite, creep and crawl I step into the night Two pints of booze Tell me are you a badfish too? Are you a badfish too? Ain't got no money to spend I know the night will never end Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Baby your a big blue whale Grab the reef when all duck diving fails I swim but wish I never learned The water's too polluted with germs I dive deep when it's ten feet overhead Grab the reef underneath my bed Ain't got no quarrels with god Ain't got no time to grow old Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef Ain't got no quarrels with god Ain't got no time to grow old Lord knows I'm weak Won't somebody get me off of this reef

Drunk Driving

Drunk Drivin' is what i like to do
I like drunk drivin' with you

Saw Red

Girls don't go crazy

Woman, hold your man tight

Every day I love him just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more. Everyday I love him just a little bit more and he loves me the same

Every day I love her just a little bit more, a little bit more, little bit more. Everyday I love her just a little bit more and she loves me the same. Baby if you wanna get on

Oh baby if you wanna get off

It makes no sense at all

I saw red

I saw red, I saw red, one more sacred lover that

I shot dead

Everyday I wake up just a little bit more feelin' like a dog out on the yard because that's just how we are

Everyday I wonder if it's over when I wake up realizin' that we hate and brake down the war

You say it's black, but I can't believe you

And if you say it's white, you say I'm tryin to deceive you

and baby you're the winner of the high and the low, and I'd be waiting for you in the middle but I just lack control. Baby if you wanna get low

Oh baby if you wanna get high

It makes no sense at all

I saw red

I saw red, I saw red, one more sacred lover that

I shot dead

Girls, don't go crazy, Girls, don't go crazy, Oh girls, don't go crazy when the men use you, oh

Oh, woman hold your man tight if it makes you feel right, it's your own life

Garbage Grove

We took this trip to garden grove
It smelt like lou-dog in the van
This ain't no reggae party $5 at the door
Get so real sometimes, who wrote my rhymes
I got the microwave got the vcr I got the duece duece 
in the trunk of my car
If you only knew that all the love that I found
It's hard to keep my soul on the ground
You're a fool don't you fuck around with my dog
All I can see I steal as I fill up my garage
But my mind music from jamaica
All the love that I found, pull over there's a reason 
why my soul is unsound
It's you it's that shit stuck under my shoe
It's that smell inside the van
It's my bed sheet covered with sand
Sitting through a shitty band
Getting hassled by the man
Waking up to an alarm
Sticking needles in your arm
Picking up trash on the freeway
Feeling depressed  every day
Leaving without making a sound
Pickin up my dog at the pound
Livin in a tweeker pad
Getting yelled at by my dad
Saying I'm happy when I'm not
Finding roaches in the pot
All these things I do
They're waiting para tu.

April 29, 1992

April 26th, 1992 there was a riot on the streets
Tell me where were you you were sittin' home watchin' your tv
While I was paticipating in some anarchy
First spot we hit it was my liqour store
I finally got all the alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin' time to retire
Then we turned that liquor store into a structure fire
Next stop as the music shop,
It only took one brick to make the window drop
Finally we got our own p.a.
Where do you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today
When we returned to the pad to unload everything,
It dawned on me that I need new home furnishings
So once again we filled the van until it was full
Since that day my livin' room's been more comfortable
Cause everybody in the hood has had it up to here
It's getting harder and harder every year
Some kids went in a store with thier mother
When she came out she was gettin some pampers
They said it was for the black man
They said it was for the mexican
But not for the white man
But if you look at the streets it wasn't about Rodney King
It's bout this fucked up situation and the fuckin police
It's about coming up and staying on top or screamin' 187 
on a mofo cop
It's not written on the papers, but its written on the wall
National guard smoke from all around

Superstar Punani

So tell me if you really wanna be a superstar
a fiesta on the mic and it will surely take you far
You make that drop on the twenty foot tracks
mix it all down and you put it on wax
Beginning is hype when you're playing in the bars
in the bottomless pit where you make loose and far.
Take with your pipers and you take your guitar
then take your woman and then pound your gong

Well beginning on wisdom I won't get you too far
First you'll have to sell your soul, to be a superstar.

Maybe if you got it, forget about that
yo money don't concern you that's a natural fact
Shut up your mouth before you get knocked down
We're gonna listen to your voice upon the speaker box
And first you get a manager but what does he do?
I'll be the first to tell you baby that I don't have a clue
we're gonna make a funky image for the MTV
hear it on the radio say damn, that's me

Whenever I get over on a three-piece harm
Jesus and his momma gonna break your arm
put your ass in the john, oh to be a superstar
oooohhh

Realize sometimes I feel like a sign

oh you're in a position and you just can't hide.
Ruff, ruff, ruffruffruff

All around the world you gotta make that trip
and then you never thought you'd see the day you'd act like this
Your rep is gettin bigger than a B-52
and it gets around the world before it gets back to you
Hey! All of a sudden
can you believe before your eyes this shit has come down to me
I gotta take a west-bound to side
so long, say so long, say so long, see ya.

Oh, my God if I'da let my own knife take it
turn around and place it home

Bo, what you want what you need? . . . .Punani, Punani, won't you love me? Punani, Punani, Punani

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