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Paranoid Serenade 2010
02:15
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its more than highly unlikely
i'll be a star soon
crooning the youths paranoid serenades
instead im stuck in the dark room
tending to a polaroid marinade
im condemned to man the harpoon
of the trash metropolis palisade
gay bash and abolish
all hidden costs
of rhythms losts
in your sour taste
for a calloused phrase
but were entrepreneurial conquistadors
in a savage land of cultural subversion
habitual perversions
and scriptureless sermons
digital databases of the intangible
occupy an average life span
that is, of a colonized inbred indigenous sycophant
but who am i kidding
i know that im sweat stained
a grotesque coalesce
that couldve been left brained
a walking mess
out of sight
of any exposure
that might criticize me for soundin like
i tweak a half ounce a night
i balance right between depression and nirvana
and measure audible pressure using a model tester
were on a plane of existence
thats tired of asking why things dont change
but youve missed us.
the point to follow
is whether or not
the leather is taut
and in
a suitable condition for wounding skin
these children need a collective beatdown
turn the beat down
blow up your propane tank
hack your domain name
(do an electro cover of ace of spades)
automate the bass
now watch me switch from dormant to conscious
in an instant
oh shit i lost it
pleading for consciousness
just reveals helplessness
what in the hell is this
(we watch you melt in this)
meaningless heaping mess
pops cultures reeking breath
has reached a sinking depth
are we done breeding yet
are we done breeding yet
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Cloud Incarnates
03:45
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im on a steady ration of devotion passion and practice
i see too many rappers slackin, the fact is
deus ex machina, carpe diem carpe de metacarpals
sharkfish among a sea full of carp is harmful
irresponsible spills
pooling uppler layers to lower levels
unruly naked mayors get flogged by rows of rebels
i hold the shovel to throats of those that will never ever really pose a threat
either burn your wings or they melt i mean
sadly your style wasnt wrapped in sufficient packaging
rap and sing and dance the limbo in between
crossing alps peaks tips on tightwire's less exhilarating
then when i spill paintings like nothing
are you hanging?
pardon my rephrasing,
but arent you hanging?
i feel like im losing teeth when i sleep and people are slowly shrinking
due to the fact that glue factories and the like just keep producing
need i mention the compartment space where i spend my days and slumber in a shoe box?
i walk 2 blocks back and forth from sun up to dusk and it aint gon' stop.
i flourish in the service and works of a dying art form
nourish nervousness with courage. hark, more
verbage. the urge spills nerves o'er a dark shore
so whats the worth of a verse if is all forced?
can we be cloud reincarnates?
with the visionary strength of starnose molerat
and can we trap toxins as fragrance like a urinary mat?
i refuse to condone this bogus avoidance in the name of all that is depraved
its so hard to trust and easy to doubt the overseers that bottle ships these days
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Frack Pittin
02:55
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i reminisce on the smell of gasoline cuz its been a few weeks
and shrug it off like girls with face piercings
but it aint a cheap shot i still think all'em are psycho
boy that shits nuts and if you aint got one youre still most likely a psycho
youll never catch me rockin a 'ohmygodamireallyrappingaboutwhatyoullneverseemewearing?'
with nostrils flaring and knuckles clenched white like jaws
its alright ill find your bearings
no longer aiming my sights to the ground or looking down thats when my brain starts dripping out
wishing i could spit into one hand forever
the sun and the weather or not ill live to save enough for a dirt plot
its not so much that i am
its so much that i am of
whats life spent wasting
away under the ring of shade under a fat ficus' umbrage?
you cant flourish in the wake of anothers sunshine
perish with the grass blades that couldnt push through
dance atop the graves of those who failed before us
chorus of loneliness united by separation
moral neglectance a leprosy seepage
deeper than a natural gas drilling alongside a frack pit in northwest wyoming
my homie used to slang blood as an only means to piss in a cup
whole jalapenos for dinner right out the can
blindly backing up the administration that made him bankrupt
and so as it turns out
we're not as dope as we thought
left to rot in the ring of shade under a umbrage
where sunlight aint able to reach
where they soak in what was stolen
holes close in open loathing
you aint sick mainly just lack wit
saving grace from disastrousactions
maybe its the only sane fibrous spindle left, a hell of an offer
special intelligent shopper
procuring the works of eloquent choppers
steady cherishing that which is registering
and the concepts that arent fully comp'd
are ran through like poppy fields
straight frolicking in a childish delight
you know that shivering goose bumping shit from before i was born?
well im not ready to give up the only thing ive had a grip on throughout adolsence
in exchange for sex appeal ego and a scripted trash deal
i aint givin up the only thing ive got and ever had
and will ever have
the greatest buzz unkillable
till caustic cystssores strangle my vocal cords
and my drum box melts or implodes on itself
you aint stopping this
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Severence
02:39
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when this sinkhole gets open its like
a shark bite to your abdomen and entire right thigh
leave you hemmoragin
yank you off your surfboard away from that righteous pipe line
while i crack a dusty copy of some emerson from the top shelf
heres food for duly thought you rude snooty twats
quit the crap its disgusting and sloppy
get back to bettering yourself
fore im forced to involve
pinball wizard tricks
watch the skin crawl as i invert cliques
from front to back with hymnals that splinter sick and awful ideologies
they topple for writing policies to smite the antisocialite
panty poker
mic unplugger
broken button toucher
hopeless
broke as dirt
bright as day
while yall stray from the light
yet it aint no thang to singe your corneas
dance into a coma
within euphoria
from candy kid aroma wearing nothing staring at flashing strobes
entire towns are steady burning
accustomed to lifes petty uncertainties
even a medley of circus freaks could not upset the scene
your self centered judgements fit my rhyme scheme like a wedding ring
but whatever
i've got closet full of STARCHED UP REFERREE UNI'S
we'll pull card blow whistles
and make major MARK UP ON THE PATHETIC SCENE BOOJI
youre a ketamine floozy whos starstruck
a nameless extra on the set of kid cudi video shooting
ah shucks
that weightless cash raking apparatus just wont move me
get lost or fucked
cotton swabbin tear ducts
as gear gets abducted and dropped from the top of the few venues ive proved been to
peelin back the hype it feels right to provide them with fool refuge
whos next to
become the fulcrum of humiliation
as i make mulch from the bodily waste of
ruling patrons
id say its something self inflicted
but im the master of puppet pinpricks
in voodoo figurines
kids be downin boxes of ju ju
thizzle beans
but its really not my area of concern
when im barely an intern
for poopshoot studios
engineering malaria germs
steady fearing the carriers
hoola hooping poodles in my practice space
c-list back up dancers lacking taste
in strictly latex and fishnet get ups
thats exactly what i want the apex of my live set to consist of
'cause no one wants to hear my
melodramatic spastic apathetic approach to rappin
wheres the hand clapping
the sense of boastful self entitlement
and if im offendin geffen
[vocals spent on futile/trifle shit]
i meant no disrespect in this vocal demented rifling
if its all in the name of total overhaul mental siphoning
STEP RIGHT ON IN
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Simpletons
01:58
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simpletons get the limp pimple
salivate over styles ill animate
may day the bands on stage are menstruating
no wide flow tampax
could stop their typo syntax
i stipend paychecks
once their hype influx
dies to a slight ten bucks
whats with the overflow out pour
of half hearted cow manure
a pure abomination of abundant pop
bound to blow up
but i bombed the headquarters of your distributor
and set flame to the firewire of your producers computer
this social network
of hopeless web jerks
has got me goin postal as they get hurt
its no sweat or dirt
off my back neck or shirt
see the energy i exert
is a remedy in disguise
ive already rehearsed this a hundred times
ive already come across too strong to let off now
gutter boss mossberg bladow
and so theres holes in your clothes
like a moth robbed the stitching
this ash roth vision of rap sloth children
is building a nervous slap stick butterfly feeling inside me
so im performing public ritual asphyxiation fully clothed for 5 bucks a head
with a microphone cord instead of a belt
and if i ever get on tour i might just melt
into an ectoplasmic solution and seep into stage monitors, bouncers, sewers
you can watch the balance of my account dwindle day by day
im steady stressin the next lesson to implement my gpa
and even if i do how the fuck am i gonna pay off this loan?
with a ba in bs
producin myself
my tracks on replay
i need cess
just to not kill you
so i do it to save you
not be a slave to
the rhythm and the system were so fortunate to be livin in
oops did i end it on a positive note
did i reconstruct your idea of a hip hop show?
did i end this chapter of human progress
or am i the bastard of futile nonsense?
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6. |
Replenishing Return
02:04
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i alone enact a gag rule
and lack a rap crew
fuck it
my family's a sinking flagship case
of the middle class recessive prolapse
oh but perhaps i should shift sights
to an irrelevant tangent concerning the NARAS
and how they wont accept my grammy nomination request
why
cuz im wearing a shirt courtesy of the dry river free store?
why
cuz im fast rappin over a smashed zappa sample?
so why do i address em?
because i was born into the generation
where music is dilution
and human fragrances are digitally computed
except for the stank of roving vagrants
asleep outside your prestigious academic institution
i'm ignorant and sheltered
cmon, book me a world tour!
so on my next album i'll actually sound cultured
instead of tethered to this mic stand
by my right hand
alien syndrome
ghost limb sensation
stimulating appendages i havent even evolved
but yall are sleepin on the ball
whats the return
on all of this effort spent?
i just want to have the same respect
that my favorite records get.
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ah
something impressive
appealing and catchy
lacking a need for thought
and the stretching of horizons
something confining
repetitive
dont focus on the words or the sound inside
dont focus at all
like everyone else
its more appropriate to stress over logos and egos etc.
histrionics
pay attention
if youre not pillaging simpletons
and ravaging the village
with that played out gimme gimme
im buffing floors and sweeping the chimney
for whores to filthy up yeah
that ignorance its guilty not innocent
arrogant derelicts dancin' to the feral nonsense
that abounds by the pound to the ton
by the same dumb shit that grounds my nickel plated toungue
confusing the young confused
delused and louse ridden
i've got the shit sewn like bone to tendon, children
attempting to kill some stupidity inside you
you ferment validity and try to slide through
but unless you got the right proof
which you dont
i'm spawning apocalypse to bring the Magog home
because i cant see this ending by any other means
these diseased fiends wont quit
its inherent
and meritless
that theyll squeeze every drop of blood
from teeth, gums that rub porcelain to stubs
no negation just validation
no negation all validation
self obsession and gratification
and wheres the pay stub
living life outside this scrubby bubble
its fertile and impregnable
yet i solely seek to make it sterile
and unenjoyable
for everyone
yes this is classic closemindedness
that i gleaned from ya'll
i didnt create these shit standards
just a product of them
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