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by cunabear

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04:51
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(If there is a God, up there in the clouds, I can’t imagine a better time to show his wrath than now.) Drop to your knees and worship porcelain Jesus People tend to live by the bubble the trouble or the bottle Whichever pleases with quickness and ease Environmental hazards include avarice and greed with an afternoon of communion 'round the corpses in the streets No sleep where the traffickers reign No peace for the weak or the brave No place for children to play No policeman better come my way Here they etch your face into your grave if you blow enough heads away Over there they're repurposing our purpose so that it fits the imagery Are you colorful coding or blatantly nauseous? Strategic king pin or gutter-born hobbit? Have you forgotten all the perseverance that you promised? I'd given up on escaping Haven City by the time the guards had come for us I'd fought the good fight with all my might by the time the kingdom caved beneath me Environmental hazards include avarice and greed with an afternoon of communion 'round the corpses in the streets No sleep where the traffickers reign No peace for the weak or the brave No place for children to play No policeman better come my way
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06:33
I’m at peace with my surroundings Taste the air of the world beneath and feel like I've been drowning in Omnipotence (Tear down the red wall) Tear the red wall (Tear down the red wall) Tear the red wall down and light the torches (Tear down the red wall) Tear the red wall down and light the torches on the poachers porches Mountain men on the backs of rams collide and burst other-worldly understanding like a condiment package within my hands Mother Nature out of her elemental nurturing wrought famine for your many generations unless the generosity becomes less rare How could you claim to wanna save yourself when you aren't even sure if you need to be saved? Maybe you're better off sniping at peacemakers who fix all your problems while remaining attached to a ball and a chain Maybe your motives are acting in vain Not for nobility Your will is broken Feathers are fraying Your fly skill less potent Niggas built moats to cross over just to claim your devotion I'm a dancing peacemaker Watch the moon shift for me as I soar above the trees and fear the fall beneath No chains just wings No fame just peace And a little bit of clarity to make this all have worth for me and me alone I called 5's on the sequoia throne Burned a couple bootlegs and sent them far from home so I could watch my seeds grown into trees and smoke them down to the clip I'm here to kick the entire globe onto a brand new tilt with the Great Fairy Sword in the hilt Ambition stacked higher than cloud 9 Gotta use the jackoff's every flavored beans if you wanna catapult the justified ends into their respective means Nigga
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Hobble round The bobble-headed hooded hoodlums Gather towards the lighters burning in commemorative solace The doom and gloom upon their muzzles Mixed with mincemeat from the month before the month before the month before Marmalade of bad luck churning in your stomach Infected by the currency curse Unsure if it's ever considered worse to eat your brother metaphorically or literally Abolished to hell either way for portraying negative energy and imagery in this pristine utopia We harbor history and bodies in the closets from which the monsters were defeated and deported Bellies are full _____________ There's something in the water Fuck fighting off pollution Mermen arise on the backs of leeches that suck the blood from all my hobbies Got me peeling off my skin so I can afford to wash my body Blindly find a herd with clinging to Devoid of counterculture Just like the vultures that you harbor I caught you breathing In this air That's always steaming off my skin I bathed in a river Made of oil paint And the cost not paid for what my ancestors have done Look what we've become
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I Haven't had a heart to call home Or a phone to call homies with I only ate like the rich so I could eventually eat the rich themselves and place their fame on a plate, put a spike in a drink, put their egos on display in order of apparent decaying Fillet this aluminum can Tonight is spam that the rats don't harbor I only ate like the meek because they have me a place to sleep Underneath the stars and the rain and the the sleet I pushed the lawn back fourty-four decisions ago Negro youths with various afros laugh in solace that they swear they'll never be like me I found God in a half-rotten apple Lodged just barely in the sewer drain The hunger pains The ears are ringing with sirens Goblins with batons come to sing these sailors sleepy while I'm casting a heart-shaped box made of iron to keep good spirits in these bad times cause One day the life line's gonna turn a blind eye and you've never been tits up have you? Stuck between a crack rock's definition of High Noon and a self-destructive pattern that lends itself no shoulders to cry on and no man to talk to But yeah We all eating, right? (Nah nigga Some just ain't eatin right)
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We work and reap the dreams you sew inside the field of shadows where our nightmares don't stop growing strong Be we man or be we maker, either way our bodies crumble under the need to be boxed into a title that does not include all that we are We are more than simple lemmings Define my name with a noose Carve my number into my neck Defective by your definition Gears that grind and steam bells whistling Automatron of unknown making Fraying wires broken circuits Watch your puppet rap god fight and steal and drink the poison from the safety of your earphones so the measure of your fandom is belittled to a like or follow Connection to your inner being muffled out by advertisement Are these not the gods you begged for? Be we man or be we maker, either way our bodies crumble under the need to be boxed into a title that does not include all that we are We are more than simple lemmings Define my name with a noose Carve my number into my neck Red pill for stress blue pill for sleep Green pill to make you brave and sane White pill makes you need to eat Are these not the gods you begged for? Are these not the gods you begged for? Be we man or be we maker, either way our bodies crumble under the need to be boxed into a title that does not include all that we are We are more than simple lemmings Define my name with a noose Carve my number into my neck
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There you go, looking like a painting once again. You're always on the tip of my tongue, the back of my mind, buried in the lines of my palms. I can never find the words or find the time. I've been too scared these days to recount the thoughts that pass my mind. I find these socialites disruptive. My memories interrupted with corrupted cravings and feeling this dismantled affinity for breathing in deeply. Some days I just don't dig myself Some days I just don't dig down into the pit I lost myself in the waves One day I hope to hike off into the sunset and never regret leaving my home behind There's sanctuary within the pines

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"Observation of a desolate ghetto plagued with corruption, by a black hermit who descends from his home in the mountains to learn about the current world's societal stasis." - Metaphorically speaking//

These songs weren't intended to be given any place in any album.
A collection yet unexpressed; Give them a home in your thoughts.

The B-Side to the Self-Titled cunabear record; This was originally one 50-minute track, and has been reformatted so that these songs can be enjoyed individually.

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released August 28, 2016

Songs written, recorded & performed by cunabear.

Tracks 1, 2, 4, 7 (Measures 1 & 2), & 9 (Measures 3 & 4) produced by sp00ks.
Track 3 produced by Mr. Brombaer.
Tracks 5, 7 (Measure 3) & 9 (Measure 1) produced by Messiah Muzik.
Track 6 produced by 5/9 BeatMaker.
Track 8 produced by Pro.P.
Track 9 (Measure 2) produced by Noise systeM.

Executive producer: Matthew Dass

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cunabear Savannah, Georgia

Patron Saint of Patron Saints.

Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

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