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I’m bad at Chess cause I don’t plan for the future much
Rooks pawns kings and queens all weigh the same in the clutch of my palm
Sing swan songs like psalms and if the energy calms then let it wash you over
Too many times my mind has lied and told me I’m a loner but as I’ve grown I’ve learned that there’s still so many folks called family that haven’t found their place in my home so
If I’m on your mind
lemme know
too many loved ones transitioning for me to cope that’s why I try to spread love with every ounce of my soul
All sins are attempts to fill voids
Buzzed and paranoid off the coil of the world serpent
Pent up frustration with your station make the soldiers flee
Internal struggles turn small anxieties into Normandy
In a world design to fake life and sell stuff the triviality of what pics I post while posted at my pitstop all amount to data-clogging
Not quite the same as the pogs we used to bounce
When the pigs got called to the spot we would bounce to the government island so we could flex our freedom without flags laws or kingdoms
Still found food on my platter
Mom & pops worked hard for the paint job to not matter
The waves that spray my gratitude are tidal-sized
I’m great at making friends but horrible at saying bye
What am I supposed to do with all this survival I’ve disguised as twisting rhymes pays off all my bills and karma
Heals and seals the cracks of trauma
Find my mind a safe nirvana
Always proud but never prideful
How you speak to yourself matters so please be mindful
The trails always amount to a level-check
You can’t take another step without the badge that shows you run shit
Loosening God’s Tight Grip on the nape of my neck so I can touch earth and regain my balance after all my missteps
I wish to recollect the parts of me I locked away to find love and acceptance
If you leave me here, I’ll save myself
If you leave me here, I’ll save myself
If you leave me here, I’ll lie and say I’m fine without anybody’s help
Sick of the self, the self-seducing self— with its games, its fears, its misty memories in an endless hell
I need to crawl into the sunlight
Stand up if they punch down with all they might
Fear may eat the soul but mine is thicker than thieves and weighs more than a ton of gold
Please
BearTooth Collective SuperCrew Bredren
Bred for the same path as an empath with loose screws and a habit of breaking conventional society’s rules
No dead ends on the paths that we roam, we ride the train the whole way home
Legendary nose lantern, light my path through the caerdroia
I refuse to get lost along this road
I refuse to stay lost while in my zone
I refuse to die lost inside my home
It’s really hard to get lost when you’re not alone
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BUCKET O' GRITS
03:00
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The prodigal Patron Saint returns to the land of the ancient and graceful
Save for the objects that paint his paces
Embracing strange times on stranger tides
Rub the lamp and watch your hindsight intensify
Pull the chord and light the room with many wishes prayers and boons
I’m a peer-uplifter, heart gear-shifter with a forklift for my mental state
The pencil always breaks at the start of the day
Been known to drown trying to swallow the dock and the bay
That’s how much joy my corpse can contain
Always wild, never called upon to stray, only summoned for the merriment
Coordinating outfits with rebels rocking cowlicks in a matrix sanitarium
So we throw her in reverse and we clicked into the slip
Slide guilt and pride aside to sit her easy on the tip
BearTooth Collective counting coinage by the candle’s light
Poised to prove a problem to those demons known for ankle-biting
Thank your lovers once and thank your haters twice
Grilled tomatoes with the broccoli & rice
Ignorance is bliss but blissful ignorance ain’t nice
And theres a knight in my backyard stabbing the ground with his sword
Trying to render my soil barren by killing off the worms
But luckily I’ve trained them all in classical ballet and they keep dancing ‘round the blade as the night returns to day
Like Clefairy on the mountainside
Summoning the solar beings to crash down from the sky
All of this to speak of the persistence of existence
There’s old niggatry at work
My bones don’t grow just to groan
I made my peace with the gold that I sold to greet fabled kings who’s palaces are never clean
Too much blood & cum on the coin from the loins of a bastardous flesh
But peep, the beard connects
Continents of Knowledge that survived the upteenth apocalypse just to remain incongruent with the way things ended
Eclipsing the Eye of the Fates
I remain seated in place even as the seasons fold, old in their age
The pains of playing with time and space include a mighty fall from grace
De-industrialized stasis got niggas sleeping in lies and lost in the faces broken mirrors created
Deep fakes & doppelgängers
A steep trace to topple dangers leads to sweepstakes for power rangers fighting dummies with the putty brains to quell an imminent doom
No caps for the fuddy-duddies who rap whack with cruddy styles that bounce back like a bunch of buffoons
Baboons crooning in an echo-chamber off the zoomies like a kitten in the nip who’s always looking for a fix
But if you come to the crib there’s always food for the hungry
Greens, fruit, eggs, meat & a bucket of grits
No need to pay me money, I just pass the blessings on and don’t get taken for no dummy whilst I sip on the piff and slip back into the mist
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If god didn’t want us to make peace with emptiness, they wouldn’t be so quiet
So I’ll be a loud obnoxious deity and only whisper privately
Everything is more beautiful when we’re truly doomed, even your duty to exude empathy
Carry me o tempest to the crest of the mountain housing the fountain of youth
Dipping jewels in the liquid watch them fizzle into the mist that powers this here airship
Pip pip and we off into the clouds sippin’ piff and eating orange marmalade on my toast
Sittin’ toasty in the blizzard, no boasting to your copy cats whether or not they’re anonymous
The tastefulness of the spit is obvious to a kinky succubus, no complaints among this heavenly host
I’m here to melt your fucking face without even doing the most
We bare teeth & Bear claws until we’re deader than ghosts
Falcons on fire speed like bullets past the pyre and ignite the pilot light of this great earth golem’s heart as it stirs awake and plots its course to the center of the mark
Most Young Kings Get Their Heads Cut Off
Most Young Kings Get Their Heads Cut Off
Most Young Kings Get Their Heads Cut Off
The champions of our time have often been lost
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RIDING THE TURBULENCE
02:36
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My love hits hard like a turbulent wind
My violence is brought about by the strength of your sins
This whole world gone flip at the drop of a pin and when the topside is tipsy this topsy-turvy shit begins
Only the true and blue are still at home to deem who’s worthy to sit upon the castle throne
The battle prone vs cattle drones
Who’s got that farm to table stable when setting up the fortified chateau?
Community strength weighs truer these days than any self-defeatist sabotage that loneliness can make
I prescribe a lifetime shift from living in fear to not fearing to live
Pop a hang-glide over the Land of Glaciers and dive into a fox-hole of bountiful favors
Life disconnected from labor
Hand in hand, we become our own saviors
Touchdown dance just because I’ve awakened to another 24 hours to exist and try again
The mountains of majors can’t commit me to my death
Even if I slumber and fall
But I can’t sleep
Too many dreams to achieve
Less dreams, more realities yet untouched
They say the past is the past
& The future’s yet to pass
Our time alive is short so we best not count the grass
Our time alive is short so we never live too fast
Our time alive is short so we’re gonna make it last
Our time alive is short so we’re gonna make it last
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There would be poems on the wall but words of wisdom have a better flavour
may you get as much as you give
Preservation of the self is always at the top of the list
A kiss to the temple
Fire burning in my gut like I’m fueled by Calcifer
The body is ornamental
The spirit is essential
Combative nature towards nurture is a wound with no suture
Buffoons with no future
Boons with no looters
I contort energy into prism-lit pragmatic solutions for broke nigga syndrome
Destiny defined by the state of your mental
Adjust tactics to provide for the kinfolk
The wind blows simple
Lips to the wisdom
My core got a blue tint like Iron Man’s chest
BearTooth Super Crew Supreme Team dungeon crawlers slaying demons in their nest
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You used to reach for me in your sleep
Body wants sex, soul wants intimacy
With your head buried in my chest, in this moment you needn't worry about a thing
Time is oh so addicted to passing but you won’t catch me giving it out for free like candy to them sweet-toothed fiends
Turn those wounds into wisdom turn that pain into a tolerable name
Feed pearls to pigs and they’ll shit them out just the same
What the fuck I look like giving up today when tomorrow might be the day i win
Time is money but both of them shits is fabricated so I’m tired of keeping score regardless of who’s winning cause the new world laws of attraction claim if You’re not a straight white man you’re just a fraction
Half great ape, half bastard
We know our true earthly name, we just forgot how to pronounce it
Tree-strength required to make molehills out of mountains
Level up your folk-punk skin & toughen up your nature skills til god appears
Pocket full of mango spears
Penetrate your shallow fears
Dopamine & floating beings seen inside your ovaltine
Wiggling in sync with both the pyros & the smoke machines
Dance for acid rain that banishes these royal cowards, obtain the source of all power and grind it into chili powder
I deem any devils to be reluctant old friends
Pressed together forever like butterflies & paperbacks that immortalize their perfect stillness
Birds born in cages think of flying as an illness
Clocks in pill form to swallow the silver
I’m kind still because I know how being cruel makes you feel
Uncontrollable volition makes reaching love seem like sickness, every nightmare made real
Never seen playing tag with ghosts from an unfamiliar past
Trying to catch my own reality, laying tracks beyond the bullet train
Through the mountain pass to Johto & back before the quest was truly done
Gold crests on a red sun
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The Three most blessed things on earth
Your heart
Your taste
Your mind
For a fire sign I’m pretty aquatic
So we let lava touch cold water and build fantasy lands
That Glimmer’s Melody sounds like soft breathing after almost waking from a dream
Past the honeymooning, Hand finds hand anyway
Early morning, imaginary nest making with my boo-boo kitty fuck
Planning the grandest escape
Sweet enough to slurp you up
I’ll be your intellectual inter dimensional plaything, diced pear fruit cup
Built for comfort not for speed
Lips of honey, eyes of fire
NFT, the new Colonizer museum
Digital pillagers of only the unreal
And here we hide amongst true physical statues of a 4th grader’s fake gods
What are the odds of triumph expanding?
No conscious thought, just answer what the body demanded of you
Water from the stream
We connect at the heart
The sun reflects the gleam of your smile
It was the start of loving you!
(I started loving you
You have nothing to prove
With you my peace can bloom
I sing it cause it’s true
It was the start of loving
I’d give up all that it takes
We’ll build so strong it won’t break
Fits in no physical place
I love so hard that it aches
But I just keep on loving you)
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BLUE
05:20
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A blue that really wasn’t blue
A sign of what true strife can do
My ornamental lover, you
Get hung on me, I’m stuck on you
A blissful light that you give off
The glistening of sirens calls
Lull me into your warm embrace
Let my mind slip into your space
We reconnect, divide in two
A cauldron of that witch’s brew
You drown in me, I drown in you
My hands are tied I’m yours to use
A blue that really wasn’t blue
A sign of what true strife can do
My ornamental lover, you
Get hung on me, I’m stuck and glued
The sun shines black rays
The light expands, mountains shrouded in purple haze
Demands payment for its daily trade and returns from whence it came
No lust, just trust in what we make
Intimacy deletes the melancholy and slips keys in the gate
Love for you prepared like food for plate
No haste, no waste
My grip on the waist
Your breath on my neck
The slip into bliss
The smacking of lips in surround sound like the crack of the whip
You bark your demands
I follow in form
I wriggle, you writhe, we sink to the floor
Your hand to my chest, we sink even more
A hollow earth full of luminous shrooms inject peace into tea and taste drinks full of freedom too
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(Oath, Code, Growth)
Explosions underneath the sky
Beings of light tracing particle beam fires
Nope that’s just your eyes alight with life
Nope that’s just your blood dousing the pyre
Nope that’s just your willpower manifest & aligning
Embracing all my tethers to what keeps me disheveled
I’m a bear growing tusks long enough to pass the buck of all your greedy creatures right into the maw of the feeble-eaters
Shimmy-yaw to the soundtrack of thinkers clinking bones
Send the scuffle
Shuffle up in shame to your family homes & cuddle up with sirens singing the shittiest poems
Cha-cha through depression cones until the pressure overflows
Press the buttons out of sync
Connect to hub and interlink
Human kind in-touch with sink-disposal properties
Acknowledging I’m past the brink
Kiss me gentle on the winding path
I’m spinning out in zero-grav
Asthenia takes over me
Pissing off the edge of the colony during the aftermath
No turning points for shameless braggers with cabin fever
Crawl under the foundation, only seeing with your feelers
Engorged on an off-day-diet of sulphur to overindulge your precious little comforts in a prison you designed
Find yourself high as fuck & lacking provisions in a hammock by the ocean where crustaceans act skittish
I slink stealthy into hell when that room phone dial-tones
From eating mutton off a Cerberus plate to playing taps for all my homie’s ghosts
Missiles missing out the silo, no conventional high-road nor slice of pie for the milestone
High-ho from the diamonds mined in the snow to the call-centers of the dwemer underneath bronze and bone
No oath, no code, no growth, thems the rules of the road
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PLENTY
05:20
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I’m skeptical of greener grass pastures passed with a glance
Promised futures fusion-danced into a timeline with an unrelated past
Chronos chrono-crossing homie-hopping at the portal point but nonetheless
I dapped up pastors at the anointment station screaming silently for patience and a new frame for an old canvas
Ushered forward towards the escape pod and jettisoned into a mutual care extravaganza
Greeted my Earth with a kiss
We don’t linger we slip into the room between the walls where every hallway is twisted to avoid death pain and sickness
Moans enriching touch, in the heat of the lust
pussy got me defying god in the name of everything I trust
The final thrust, fall through the floor, the core and out the other side of the mantle and crust
Star dust to star dust
True Masters of The Art Of Dying Well
The shadow of a bold new enigma burning sigils on my thighs
Eyes open wide in a dark room quite like drowning in the bliss of the dream
She's a piece of art, pin her against the wall
A mural in the land of understanding everything is everything
Nothing you bless others with is a gift too small
Abundance To Us All
Abundance To Us All
All I wanna do is spit onomatopoeia, slow and steady like froyo in a Beamer
How to stop mourning past versions of yourself while wilding in the sidecar riding with your feet up
luxury is a dangerous code so we rally-rally
tally-ho through the snow
Too pretentious for the mentions
Blessed tension over progressive intention
Like walking when your leg’s asleep
All great writers are thieves so I learned to be a painter instead
Half loaf of bread worth a full-loaf in pennies
Ash my blunt on the sign that says no ID no entry
Speaks like the gentry but his wallet is empty
Works of service funding food and weed aplenty while enemies fly on jet skis
But this IS my land of plenty
No sentry, no governor, clear skin & full pantry
I shovel snow off a stranger’s truck for the fuck of it not the fenty but if you ask my queen she DOES have plenty
Ain’t no gods to thank, the mortals sent me
Every teardrop worth of joy, best past the plate cause I’m collecting
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SHAVED MOLD
02:23
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Chronically positive even at my lowest point
Point angels towards hell when home is destroyed
Heaven is a place from within the personal void
Joy becomes a choice
I bribe Lady Fortune for tunes tuned into the proper frequencies
A zoom lens on a newly budding seed
Rain flows as she’s weak at the knees
My blood is not turned into art for an artifice
No artificial flavor
Bent my rent check towards the sun and pray no more for a landlord’s favor
Black land ownership
Turn my farm into a Gundam Mech
Turn my home into a forested fortress protected by A fleet of Forretress
No need for the Porsches
Catch me on the porch reciting spells by torchlight
Recalling history to improve my foresight
Connecting to forces beyond what even a four-eyes like me can find
And the third ain’t closed like when Hiruzen still lived
Enough corpses alive to make gods question sins
Shaved the mold
But wouldn’t break it
Nah
Taste the gold but wouldn’t take it
Nah
If you say so
I’m just grateful
Living fable
Team enabled
Reach my dreams, give
Endless thankyous
Black land ownership
Turn my farm into a Gundam Mech
Turn my home into a forested fortress protected by A fleet of Forretress
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For niggas who hate police yall sure do love policing niggas
Up all night till the dim light of the screen burns through the retinas
Flies staking claim to every rotting apple core
Bore through the gore to assimilate into more than what your local fungi can break down in order to start again
You don’t have to break down in order to start again
Just be sure to cast the spells relevant to your causes and please do be specific
Uncertain footing in times of derision can certainly scar the soul
Par for the course
I shrug my shoulders and shoulder the weight of the world plus responsibility
Uncle Ben prophetics never speak on capability
It’s just assumed that you would find this hidey-hole familiar
Worshipping false dogs as gods at the top of the sky pillar until late in the evening
You followed footsteps I’d lost faith in leaving
Chicken got that lemon pepper seasoning when I made my way back home from the Throne at the Throat of the World
And the poison settles in my gut to let me know I’ve done enough
Work hard, be kind, do good, play smart, find love and make her cum with all my heart
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cunabear Savannah, Georgia
Patron Saint of Patron Saints.
Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.
EPK: beartoothcollective.wixsite.com/cunabear
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