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The Route Setter's Guide to the Universe

by Devin Dabney

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1.
I’m a top-notch setter with a top-notch life, need a five star route that all the members wanna climb, boss said we setting ropes, told me put up something hard, and that it’s going on my favorite part on the wall?? Dog, I’m already psyched, so I’m pulling up the footage from a dope ass boulder that I saw last night, now I got an idea, I’m like “aw, that’s tight”, gotta get the right angle, get the holds just right, everyhing I want is on top, washed and fresh, looking for the Pusher Boss and I called it - yes! The crew just walking in, and I’m halfway done, by the time they started setting, finished with my first one, like (Chorus) That’s a five-star route, (that’s a five star route) that’s a five-star route, (that’s a five star route) with the feet to the left, and the hands to the right, and a complex sequence, gotta get it just right, now that’s a five-star route, (that’s a five star route) they want a five-star route, (they want a five star route) they need a five-star route, (they need a five star route) I set a five-star route, (set a five-star route) Went and got the head setter, told him that the route’s done, set-screwed, taped, chalked up, ready for a run, so he put his harness on, and he tied his shoes up got upon it, then I saw him skip right through crux, grabbed on the foot chips, didn’t even use the sloper, plus he pointed out the same holds one line over, with the same exact move, in the same exact place, so I gotta take it down, put another in its place, and I can’t even lie, dog - I’m feeling frustrated, but I got an idea, and the Wafers wasn’t taken, so I stripped it all down, got another hold set, put it up before lunch time, and now I’m like “bet,” (Chorus) Two o’ clock rolls through, and I’m stuck halfway up, trying to make that flow, super complex beta, but it just ain’t working and no matter what I do, you can stand up high and skip half of the moves, three o’ clock rolls by, situation no better, four o’ clock gets here and it just won’t let up, realized that I’m one draw line to the right, need to redirect the route, and I’m almost out of time, so I stripped the last half down, and I said “fuck it,” I’m bout to throw the random holds up left in my bucket, heard some crazy shit when I came through the next day, people crowded all around it - that was when I heard them say, (Chorus)
2.
My Route 03:11
Monday morning, I’m off, headed to the gym, start it out setting lead, let the week begin, pick the holds that I want when I first walk in, harness up, on a rope, here we go again, So when that move looks big, you don't know what the beta is, you can’t find a foot jib, that’s when I’ma say, “hey, hey,” (Chorus) Welcome to my routes, climb on Teknik holds now, top out like on “Lowdown,” train for when you go out, welcome to my routes, feel that trademark flow now, perfect monochrome down, greatest in the whole town! …welcome to my route… …welcome to my route! Morning comes and you know that you wanna send, you can finally see the top coming round the bend, two or three more burns and you get to the end, tell your partner you wanna do it all again, That crux move was big, you don't know what the beta is, you can’t find that foot jib, that’s when I’ma say, “hey, hey,” (Chorus) Say hello to my routes I set on the slab, bet you never woulda guessed the setter was black, I’m a real unicorn: a climber that raps, and I got a dual-bit 14.4 for the strap, put up the project, project - better watch it, watch it, got the beta for the send, never botch it- botch it, very rarely will I ever use a pocket, pocket, except the 3-Ball skull eye socket, socket - yeah! (Chorus)
3.
Beta Dance 03:45
Never let hoe-ass niggas climb… Okay, I’m on the west, but the Midwest, I ain’t new to, best thing about me like U2, shit that you ain’t used to, climb at NuLu, I probably knew you, blue block holds what I’m glued to, watch it like YouTube, technical wizard - I move voodoo until I see blood like SooWu, then I hit the new groove, shining like foil, trouble toil, out in Royals, a nigga is royalty - call me chicken Caesar, chilling in the A, but it’s hotter than a teacup, peeping on a route I’m trying to get my male C up, the pockets look shallow, but they go a little deeper, then you can get your feet up, and then you move (Chorus) I got the V4 right side of the block, crossing on a tight drop knee, shit is hard, on my V- 5, if you trying to find the way, double toe- hook to a long flyaway, plus I got the 12 on the ramp hella stacked - ledges to compression - the aréte getting slapped, niggas don’t know about my style around the way, but where I’m from, nigga, we be on it all day, line up in the hall- way, for the game I be laying down, they hate it how I’m breaking all the beta down, so they steady complaining now because they don’t get it, but when they hit the finish, they say, “that’s shit kinda tight - I admit it,” that beta going (Chorus) All these new rappers out here think they got bars, all these new climbers out here think they rock hard, but out here on the west, man - everybody superstars, get you pulled off the wall for fronting too hard, we out at Smith Rock climbing to the tip-top, tying up a slipknot, rhyming over hip-hop beats, I’m rocking 3rd Rock pants, got the curb locked, niggas not seeing me like they was Matt Murdock, TV is how my big the vision is…went from apprentice to having my own apprenticeships, all over the mentorship, killing with my penmanship, if I’m setting in your gym, I’m upping the membership, I ain’t even finished this sentence, black climber with a vengeance, sublime like the band - wack rhymers pay penance, prime time on demand, crack timing, I’m addicted, limelight - I’m the man, and my lines are the sickest, them holds going (Chorus)
4.
King Line 03:43
Miss me with that bullshit, you came to Miguel’s as a tourist, you say that you only need endurance, but I know that your technique is the poorest, I set another route, then I freaked it, foreran it from the ground, and I tweaked it, now I’m clocking out and then I’m peacing, I’m headed to the project for the weekend, Yeah…daydream when I’m training, V8 when that thing beam, I’m B.A on that A Team, A-Frame an 18-volt DeWalt when I change scene, I make cream, niggas thinking that they kings, they spray queens - yeah… I don’t really got shit to say, when I’m on a ten, all I do is win, hit them with that Tallahassee Pain, if you wanna send, all you gotta do is watch me; got drip - my faucet leak that Voss, G, that’s costly, y’all niggas my offspring, it’s my offseason… Miss me with that bullshit, you ain’t never been up in the forest, you say that you only needing more grip, but I know that your footwork is the poorest, I seen your boulder project and I freaked it, your finger hit that pocket and you tweaked it, you thought that you could hold it, but you greased it, now you gon’ recover for the weekend… Yeah…and it’s like that little bitch, when you bite down on that crimp, know that it bite back, little bitch, while you trying hard, I’m reclining, sipping my nightcap, little bitch, little bit of white wine when I sip, get a bit of fine dine when I trip, I know it’s, hard…but understand, my nigga, this is my, job…always climbing, always training - no days off…so I’m sorry if I told you your proj is soft…that’s just my opinion, my dog, now go get, lost… Miss me with that bullshit, pull up to the crag in a Taurus, looking for the boulder that’s the purest, I’m talking slopers that would injure your wrist, I saw my boulder project, and I’m tweaking, it gotta killer topout and I’m geeking, my partner told me that he couldn’t reach it, but I know that’s a copout and he’s freaking… Miss me with that bullshit, you came to Miguel’s as a tourist, you say that you only needing more grip, but I know that your footwork is the poorest, I set another route, then I freaked it, foreran from the ground, and I tweaked it, I seen your boulder project, while you niggas front… (this ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want - what you want…) Got all the white people scared…cause the niggas coming back, yeah it’s that big bro on that pitch, with a number six on my rack, weight training, I might go trailing, running with a liter in the pack, they be talking bout a year of straight training…but I really did that - ain’t playing, so listen here - next fuck boy try to tell me what’s up, boy, I’ma point him out to my track record: my rapping on the track, everybody know my name way down south, east west coast, Canada and France, even got some fans out in Australia, in the old outback, top that - my top send is your top dream, champion that don’t got rings, I’m a an athlete with no team, excuse me as I proceed, better get down on both knees, like Dre said back in ’99, it’s a fine line…I been working on the prime time with that 5.9, heading up in Minnesota, with the crew I’ll hold a couple interviews, steady whipping dope up like it’s yola in the kitchen, hold up why you bitching, gold up in my dentures, ho I’m on a mission, yoga on the mat, I been working, putting Portland on the map; when it come to rap, I don’t take advice, never say it twice - never double back…living on the edge climbing on the sledge, 98 degrees, angle kicked back, bring them to their knees, relative in ease, training in the trap, climbing in the crack, like I’m working trad, it’s a sin…to bring bolts on the rack, and let me say this again…niggas coming back!
5.
Aesthetics 03:32
(Chorus) I said it look, it look, it look, it look, it look, it look, it look, it look, [It look, it feels, it climb like money it look, it feels, it climb like money just look at it, dummy; look - look at it, dummy, worth 100 thou, and you know I keep it 100 - I said it] (x2) For the time in a while, you niggas bout to start hearing some flows that ain’t talking bout drugs, hoes, wearing Louis Vuitton clothes, rather be on slopes, trying to work out a hard rose move to the Longbows, shit is sweeter than Strongbow, I was at crossroads, living life was so awful, it was a bitch I was trying to shoot with a crossbow like Joffrey Lannister, I was salty, amateurs had me feeling so animal like you saw me on Planet Earth, but now my act steady cleaning up like a janitor start it up (vroom vroom!) know you hear me, I’m manning up, and I’m out on a chase to place holds on the mantle until they blow up my face and paste it up on a bannister, cause it (Chorus) Every day I keep a pinch for them niggas wanting crimps, get them in they comfort zones, show up when they feeling gripped, got it hot as furnace, earning figures with the routing skills, nah, my nigga - make it perfect, turn it right about an inch, keep them climbers on their toes, balance on them slipping holds, niggas asking stupid questions, “why that hold look like a nose?” Hoe, you know I place them well, SoILL slopers, Jason Kehl, boulder problems hard as hell, so my nigga, run and tell… homies know the peace, set the catch and release, try it twice and they grease off the piece, so I’m pleased, y’all and even though I’m peaking and quota’s increasing, I’m paranoid as hell, cause them pockets stay tweaking… (Chorus)
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(Chorus) Holds all in my crate, holds all in my face, holds all in my pocket, don’t believe me, just watch it - nigga, Don’t believe me, just watch (x4) Holds all in my crate, holds all in my face, holds all in my pocket, don’t believe me, just watch it - nigga, This ain’t for no chuffer niggas - you a route setter, then fuck with me, this for the real men who started moving holds with hand tools, White women, white women, white women and white women, black women, we know about you - don’t fuck with you unless you’re climbers, like Sasha, my nigga, that crimp strength is ridiculous, or Janja, my nigga, them championships go back to back, is them pockets, my nigga? Then DON’T pass that shit to me, this one for my Fat Lips, and blue bread loaf pinches, 5.11 - I’m sweating (whoo!), 5.11 - I’m sweating (whoo!), Pliley always told me, “boy, take your rests,” this one for climbing trainers that do it for they profession, shout out to Kris Hampton, on Instagram straight flexing, O-Dub is who I trust, so I kept hitting them systems, niggas always talking shit, but they know that I’m not listening, and this one for them fuck niggas that’s hating on you this winter, talk shit when you climb hard route cause they know that they can’t send it - fuck em! (2nd Chorus) Holds all in my crate, holds all on my plate, holds all in my pocket, don’t believe me, just watch it… Young nigga unstoppable, kill them with a gun - silver tongue, probable, I been number one since I was a molecule, only ovarian follicle wearing a monocle, if my name’s on a route, then it’s laudable, salty, yeah, them niggas water-soluble, all green, while they looking for a pot of gold, I’m doing 8 knots like a nigga going nautical, Through the tropical, add it to the chronicle - a superhero nigga with a story too comical, docile boy chilling in his domicile until he had a dream like the King that was volatile, girls wanna visit me with a conjugal, thanks, no thanks - yeah, I gotta go, you talking routes, but you niggas aren’t audible, you know I ain’t do it if the shit isn’t in monochrome, What brand is these crimps? Man - I gotta know, we set them on a different V6 that I got at home, thought that they was E-Grips, that’s what I was told, looking at the shape, the assumption was pretty logical, Demigod with a sling over my DeWalt, chilling like a villain, while I’m drilling in another hold, till I saw that this slope need a longer bolt, goddamnit, it’s stuck, now I gotta go…
7.
Set Routes 03:22
I wish I had a move no one ever heard about, I wish I had some better holds to set some better routes, I wish I put some jugs in an order that is new, I wish I didn’t have a quota every time I set, I was told when I get older, they would pay me more, but I get minimum wage, and I’m feeling like a whore… (Chorus) I’m a route setter and I, care what you think. I’m a route setter and I don’t care what you think. (Wish I could turn back time, to the good old days, working at Ball State, paid us to strip, but now we set routes…) [x2] Sometimes a certain hold will take me back to when I was young, how come I’m never able to identify where they’re coming from? I’d make a problem out of it if I could, something done for my hood, no campus out of it, it’d probably only be climbed by one… it’d probably be Lane, cause we use the same holds, same coast, same rose move through those heinous throws, lame bros try to dyno, but they base strength’s low, they’s know they can’t accomplish it - the shit’s a shame, bro…. (Chorus) (Bridge) [We used to play pretend, me and Roth and Jake and Lane, getting drunk at Red Bird, time traveling away, now the owners of the place, steady laughing in our face, saying “wake up, you need to make quota!” Yeah…] (x2) (Chorus & Bridge)
8.
Regionals to divisionals, Ball Wall to comps, setting out a garage, nigga steady going hard - I’m the neighborhood setter, came from the ghetto, niggas hate, cause I’m finally making white cheddar, doing great - black Cruzers, nice sweater, keep my wife wetter with the right setup, just might set a line with the white pebbles at a nice level, went from being the best setter in Indy, to being the worst setter at PG, they looking at me cock-eyed at the Popeye’s cause unlike their product, I am not fried, used to love the hen, getting bent, never not high, then, that would end, even though I still got 5, ain’t no chicken, so I’m rising to the top 5, niggas jocking in the coop, they are not fly - they are watching… (Chorus) When you roll in at 9, till the clock hit five, straight (grinding)… When you gotta get high just to get real high, you been (grinding) When your boss running behind you straight (grinding), and you cross-threaded the line, straight (grinding), breaker bar, press, pulling the ply, but it won’t move at all no matter how hard you try, you gotta grind it… Getting love from the greats, Louie Anderson, I write these bars as fast as I can, and you can tell by how my holds stack up, take them down, get them clean, then they going back up, watch this, routes like my victory - flawless, positive shit written all up in the comment boxes, you know that it’s me that they talking about, walk in the gym and then I lock it down, used to rap about climbing the fours, now I’m rhyming bout crimps and aligning the holds; you can drop down volumes where everybody saw you, no matter what, the kids still climb in the cones… I could set a comp in my PJ’s, forerun it all, then back in time to DJ, no lavish life, my phone prepaid, but still living in the freeway… (Chorus) (Second Chorus) [Grinding, holds that I keep in alignment, niggas better stay in line when, you see a nigga like me climbing, (grinding!)] (x2) Learning shit from John Muse, setting that risky business - Tom Cruise, finna dispatch with them monos and cross-throughs, get them mismatched in them pockets - I got you, nigga! Unless you can genie the route, or find a way to Houdini them out, can’t see me - no doubt, niggas all know what DD about, no sends are a freebie without some route reading, get the holds out the shop, then I cop a feel, used to have a lot of time on the block to kill, now I’m setting up a block for real; in the spot, seen a lady so hot, almost dropped my drill… we could go half-and-half on the creme, she already know she bad - bad as can be, fat ass really got me half-mast upon the scene, she can put it on my face - gas mask, yahmean?? (Chorus & Second Chorus)
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(Chorus) Don’t you know I got a 8 by the cave where that overhang kick back? Ratty gym sack where I’m holding all the crimps at? What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? I know all about that, 14.4, on the low in my Mikita bag, see me putting rests where the best be competing at, what you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? I know all about that, Crimp and a slope sitting pretty, looking shiny, so I thread a long bolt through them both - I’m combining holds, y’all do know how we roll? Putting grips on the wall, everyone climb them all, quality at the top, do you know about me, dog? They talk about me, dog, you think you got me, dog? Then you better route me, dog, I’m on the boulders, man; nobody colder, and, you try to break the beta, you caught that shoulder pain, they hate me on the torch, they shaky on my 4’s, I’m hanging on the porch, with Baby Overlords, I’m playing on the Force, my lady hang the draws, you niggas ain’t me, cause, you can’t outplay me, bruh! (Chorus) Trying to live like me is unlikely, climbing in the Nike’s for the IG, everything I do precisely in the high beams, wearing nice things - you can tell I’m living my dreams, and these niggas sleeping on me…I guess I’m Freddy Krueger in a ready mood…machete tools at the ready, screws in my head, jewels on my neck, always gonna prove I’m the best, moving correct, niggas know they snooze and they dead, losing they head… they play the fool, I’ma play the rest - making checks…you chuffers pick up a drill and think you setting up gold, never forget that the skill we got is better than most! (Chorus) Couple hours since I rolled into work… steady sweating like a hoe in a church…used to be in the Momentum on a rope till it hurt, but now I’m in the Big Gun, and I can’t go nothing worse, got some holds that I picked out, set up for a sick route, feeling kinda psyched because I just sent my first six, now my boy rolled up on the skateboard, his first thought, was asking if I’d set him a 5.12 on the vert, boy… auto-belays only work so long, climbing on that overhang is what’s gonna get you strong! And a 12 on vert would be a piece of shit, so an 11 out the cave will be what he’s gonna get, bitch! (Chorus)
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(Chorus) I’m just sitting in the room of holds, trying to get with you, baby… but these routes so fucking dope, girl, it's harder not for me to place them, to tell the truth, wish it was you in this room that I was placing, so I'm just sitting in the room of holds, trying to get with you, baby... See, I've been in this room of holds, trying to get with you, baby, Putting routes up on the wall, when I'd rather it be you, baby, Nail polish mismatching just for fashion, different kinda lady, Angel out the crag, vanilla goddess, have a nigga praying… (Chorus) You need a real nigga, shorty, steady rolling in a lift - a one-man army, setting with the Enix and the Teknik, but I'd rather see you naked, tell me what it take and we can make it, for real and I'ma play the game to change it, so trill - I'll never break, mistake or fake it, so appealing, wanna slay, deface and tape it, I keep you wet as tsumani, staying up late like Toonami I'ma be late to work, prolly, so save the date, please remind me, in the Matrix of shorty's body, she's taking it hearty, hardly can take the salami, thought we was making pastrami, Girl, you hot as can be, and truly, honestly, when you decide you wanna ride, then you should hop in the Jeep, and we can go... (Chorus) Throw a nigga that because you knowing that I'm trying to chase now, Yu-Gi-Oh, in studio, I want you in position face-down, People say I'm white, but ladies know I'm black from the waist down, You gonna learn today, you know exactly what I'm saying - wow... I already know people will notice we’re of different race, now Climbing power couple, double take when we’re up in the place now… (Chorus)
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It goes high-cross left to a hand-foot match, go to a gaston on a pocket shaped like a snatch, adjust feet and rock over into an undercling, blind reach for a ledge above some other things, that you do not wanna touch, knowing there’s no need to rush, cause you’re already pumped, and you ain’t even hit the crux, move to a quarter-pad crimp, lock off and cruise up to an all-points off dynamic move up to a huge sloper jug that you hit in mid-air, you want that high left foot, but you not gettin’ it there! To the right, you see a jib, and realize what’s next: toe down, tricep mantle, reach for the ledge, damn… (Chorus) [All we do is pour it up - all night, drinks out (that’s all we do, that’s all we do, that’s all we do) and all we do is set it up - all night, all you see is strange routes (strange routes, strange routes)] (x2) Cooling in Slab City with two of the baddest bitties, you know I’m at the crag when it’s looking like Magic City, the weather is shorts hot (they got matching sports bras) made it to second base, now they chilling at short stop I keep all my bases loaded, your boy got the game decoded, floating on something potent, stay rolling like locomotives while holding on something foreign, my goal is to hold the motive, to flow to the people holding the hope on opponents, call me Lord like I’m Flacko, climbing shit with bravado, always roll with my vatos and bad bitches in Chacos, thick skull on my noggin - a hard shell like a taco, and climbers never got profit, but know we still got a lot, though - so… (Chorus) My warmup has been duly run, my beta is newly done, you see why the groupies run - I’m feeling herculean, like a king - like Julian, I’m climbing a ton, you niggas run on pure imagination - DiGiulian, so I’m calling them Sasha, they should call me Mufasa plenty scars from battle rapping all day in the plaza, 8 miles of spaghetti, you not ready for pasta, with my salsa, my softest sonata’s hot as some lava, prima donnas in Prada ought to stay far from the god - I gotta few bottles I bought up for my armada - they call me Erik Estrada - chips is so synonymous with, everything that my crew do, and you get nada - zip! (Chorus)
12.
My record stay spinning like that foothold in finals PBR, stay winning like my favorite game on DVR, stay grinning while I’m putting 8’s up on the wave, people love the way my holds taped like VCR: hella straight, nigga… every day, chuff niggas try to test me, say my route’s reachy cause they ain’t got no technique, the platitudes hide my attitude, but I ain’t mad at you, I know you got something that you gotta prove… I’m just trying to make a living, artwork meets functionality - a given, hard at work writing in the journal with precision…departure from the normal life is my mission, and I’m with it - feeling hot-hot-hot…. everybody gonna be saying nice shit at my funer- al-al-al…cooling out with Shane Messer - right by Kai…
13.
(Intro/Post-Chorus) Shorty don’t chalk me, shorty don’t screw me, Shorty don’t drop me, shorty don’t screw me, Shorty don’t chalk me, shorty don’t screw me, yeah, yeah-yeah… Have you ever seen, a dime piece all along at the wall? Straight out of a magazine, and you just wanna let her know who you are…and you say, “let me give you a catch for a little conversation, if that’s what you wanna do,” and she says, “well, I was about to lead,” then you say, “won’t you come climb this 10?” then she say, “I climb with my friends,” now you’ve officially been chalked and screwed… (Chorus / Post-Chorus) Have you ever been on the way to get a sesh working at the local climbing gym? And you got a shorty at the door giving you them eyes, making you feel like she wanna hit? So you done clocked out of the desk, and you feeling like it’s bout that time to walk her in…and you say, “shorty, let’s hit the slab,” she pulls a harness over her ass, then she say, “can you get my day pass?” Now you’ve officially been chalked and screwed (Now shorty why you acting like a brat, like a nigga ought to owe you because you up in my vision? Devin Dab: can’t get a plaque for the rap, but you know that I can set some sixes, feeling like a climbing hold, feeling like some setting blocks, you chalked me, you screwed me…out of my spot! That dame would, put me on punishment, hit me up and then leave me to dry, feeling outdated, make me pray to the Lord, like I hate you, but I wanna date you! Have you ever met a woman that will lead you on, have you hanging by a thread instead of please you? Have you singing this song, 'cause all night long she did nothing but flirt and tease you? Well, I got to admit that I have, play me like a record, and it was my bad, shorty, why you wanted to fuck with me that bad? Probably due to the amount of lyrics that I’ve rapped, steady coming to haunt me, telling me that you moving out to the same place that I choose? Guess what - guess what? (Now you’ve officially been chalked and screwed) (Chorus)
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Safety Check 03:34
You better check yourself ‘fore you deck yourself, that’s bad for your health…get a tool belt so you don’t drop screws, don’t try moves before you forerun, or you’re bound to lose, that’s a number one rule for the real-ass setters, making cheddar, recovering better, you betcha they don’t waste time on a line, trying to make shit perfect when they go the first time, this ain’t Point Break motion picture, I’m down to switch up, throw a pitch up, forget your shit on the ground? Don’t throw it, injury for efficiency - don’t go with it, one piece of advice: bring that vice, in case there’s a screw up high that got shanked out - take that straight out, before the injuries start to break out, if you going up the 5.9, that’s fine… better take the time to look at your line, cause a fall from the top would break your neck, so you better run a check… (Check yourself before you wreck yourself) [x3] not doubling back is bad for your health… Been around to see plenty setters get played, cause they bitch-made, hopping on a six straight cold, now it’s too late - hopping on a V- 8 - shoulda had a V8 last go, Niggas act like they don’t know the drill, forerunning over drills… your area looking scary, bro, better clean it up or we gonna have to bury you you think that their body’s elastic climbing over screws, loose holds and baskets, trying to play the hero, say they won’t fall on a zero, till the hold spins, now their knees broke, used to be the man who didn’t care, now you’re at Urgent Care… screaming, whining, rolling your eyes and neck - you shoulda ran a check… (Check yourself before you wreck yourself) [x3] Big screws in your ass is bad for your health… I seen it every way, all ways, niggas drop screws, running up and down the ladder all day, no helmets, no safety gear, I know what’s coming - their fate is near, gotta tap that T-nut, it needs replaced, but I don’t see no goggles upon your face, saying, “come on D, it’s fine, just one time,” then the shavings fall into your eye, the pain got you going out of your mind, gotta get surgery and still might go blind, and your eyewear still just hanging around your neck, you shoulda wore the specs, (Check yourself before you wreck yourself) [x3] cause metal in your eyes is bad for your health…
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30 Routes 03:15
My exes never saw it coming - well, they not alone, used to tell me I was nothing - look how I have grown, they always say my routes the only ones that they like, I know the niggas setting there, so they’re probably right, I been played way more than Adele records, but now I’m still standing, doing better as well - check it, I may not have a deal or a mil in the safe, but I’m at PG and Nike’s a hell of a place…got a bad boo, and like Babou, I get that ocelot, in fact, due to get tattoos - we in the parking lot, holding hands, because she’s scared, she got a right to be feeling dared and ill-prepared, I’m feeling fright, too, I’ve always avoided things that are permanent, if I get disappointed, will it be worth it then? I guess nothing is perfect, man… if I want it to be, I got to work on it… so I’m working it… (Chorus) and I set like 30 routes… …but I set like 30 routes for y’all. I remember working for Neal and T… young climber just trying to get his grips up, I remember being nervous to set for a local comp, till I realized everybody else’s shit sucked, the Level 1 clinic would have me tripping, feeling so worthless in the game, no vision, couldn’t set comp style if my life depended, look around, and everyone else is finished - damn… I’m not a real setter, I’m just pretending, I work hard, but never the one that send it, Chicago to Boston, and Boston down to Akron, images of Lebron in the backdrop… now in a hotel - 4 stars, trying to get my kids all to the top, multiple tops, watching all them lose is so hard - oh, God, it’s only 4 spots on the soapbox; no prob if you got the best trainers, ultimate facility… all the coaches great, none of them is as real as me… …I hope they feeling me, best sends turn best friends to enemies… (Chorus)
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(Chorus) I'm a real nigga, homey - got crimps, pinches on me - slopers modeled at the 40 - boy you know what it is, I’m way stronger, endurance way longer, my attire stay Prana, boy you know what it is, out in Humboldt Park, setting routes till dark, steady hitting my mark - boy you know what it is, they dig on me, wanna get a grip on me, mono's all they get from me - boy you know what it is, …boy you know what it is, The wait is over, ain’t no holding me - I’m back on the eight, young nigga setting, balling like I’m back at the State, if I put my name on it, it’ll be have to be great, and like the Planet Granite hold room, it ain’t no Escape, young niggas got no flow, you know - I’m sealing their fate, your movement feeling out of place, your quality a disgrace, the volume that you putting up is in a terrible place, the sloper hits you in the face - that hold, you’ll have to replace, and if you thinking that you’re faster - that’s an honest mistake, your wall of boulders is my quota - I could set it today… (Chorus) Devin Dabney, dog? Yeah, he the man, that everybody call, when you need a send, you almost to the top, you can see the end, hit the crux, pop off - auf wiedersen… AND 1, hot sauce when I lead a ten, stand-ups, lock-offs when they need a ten, setting up at First Ascent, getting the ascent, I’ll probably be your friend, ‘less you complaining about the setting - was it me again? Nigga, I plead the fifth, like I need a liter of Sprite with the Hennessy again! (Chorus) It mean a couple different things to say I’m known at the top, route setter of the year, nigga - trophy or not, geeked up when I roll in the spot, anywhere I go I Thrive, like I’m holding the block, everybody know the skills, they all over my jock, on fire, everything I do supposed to be hot, they shitty with me cause they couldn’t hit the throw to the slot, it’s a V7, pimping - it’s supposed to be hard, these niggas wanna do it better, they ain’t going as hard, it’s the Chicago crew, dude, Humboldt is the park! (Chorus)

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A parody mixtape that takes a brief look into the life, trials and experiences of the average routesetter in America.

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released June 1, 2019

NONE OF THE BEATS ARE MINE.

Lyrics, Vocals Mixing & Mastering: Devin Dabney

Album Artwork: Eric D. Hian-Cheong (Photographer), Avi Bloomstein (Model)

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