cunabear

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Storm Gaza Cunabear comes through with his most ambitious project yet. Combining his lo-fi beats with his rhyme of rhymes style he puts out this intense and very good project. Favorite track: Oh! The Places You'll Go!.
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1.
Swirling in a pristine whirlpool Curling the burl like world's on a pack mule's back Knick knack paddy whack Goldilocks, the bear is back Fuck a bowl of porridge I have a need to keep the blunt wrapped Keep the paint on my walls Get some pointers on how not to grow old so goddamn fast Look at all the places we've been! In a matter of months he went from nobody you knew to new kid In a year I'll be flying through the sky on a pig Dropping slop from the heavens and spilling a vision The future holds a trip to France before we take the planet The present time is dance party bike gang sex magic in the middle of the woods, where all the best rapping happens If you couldn't read the sign, the kitchen's off limits They've got beef rap on the menu but the fry cook is missing My guess is that his taking mushrooms on the way to the beach And you probably won't see or hear from him for about a week Peace My father lifted the ocean with his bare hands Peace His father put the clouds in the sky As the Ness lines up to swing his starman bat, prepare the terra for a new formation Cunabear sound waves reconstruct the ground and plays only through online radio stations Look at all the places we've been! In a matter of months he went from nobody you knew to new kid In a year I'll be flying through the sky on a pig Dropping slop from the heavens and spilling a vision King kinesthetic Touches all weapons Befriends the best brethren Connects on all sections We don't roll hazardous Never spit blasphemous Avoid the high dive when the crowds not watching us Run shit Don't lose sight just focus Embellish the culture and imagine all the places you'll go Let the garden grow Protect the garden grove
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Pass the torch from enemy to enemy as we all say what we're thankful for in orchestrated synergy A symphony of seagulls flying westward by the dozen puts the dagger to the whetstone and puts the finger to the button Whatever style vices, be you thief, glutton, or forever unannounced Determines fate of all your future kin by association with words that work themselves out of that split in the face that you call a mouth And I May be buggin just a bit when I say that living in a world full of island gods is kinda sorta the coolest fucking shit But who am I to kid around who I am crafts where I am, where to go, & where you've been Who, Me? I've been on the beach letting the tides drag my lifeless body into the deep I sleep, work and play with a crutch in the joint Stay awake until the Pirates passage can claimed a safe voyage Sell your car Dip into self-employment and call yourself a martyr for your past-lives enjoyment The hoodrats and long-lost suburban cats trade secrets in the dead of night to justify breaking the divine contract I subtracted myself from the equation via Amtrak and never look (past) back unless I gotta and that's that
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Top of the morning mountain man Salute the sun with a shaky hand and a sweaty face Inuits running laps to make the glaciers fall from heaven's grace If you approach a foe in a similar manner you get your demeanor handled And I'm guzzling a handle at calamity lake Watching the freaks fly flags from my waterfront real estate We're burning effigies at 10 and afterwards Eating stakes And while we're flaunting all our garbage Buy a box of cassette tapes Unicorn filleting evil villains dressed in uniform Unhinging the doors to your privately owned prison gates and sending Valkyrie to validate your purpose with their swords and battle axes We wake and bakin' at the crack of noon Sipping slurpees on the way from nursery to waiting room so we can zoom in on the Pangea that will sufficiently satisfy our need to coexist with world's existing both betwixt and between And I never die young Pan got a handle on the homie by the tongue so the handwriting will echo in your walls forever
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(Peel the grave from over your face) We're concocting vials of poison (Enigmatic vessels sailing from here to no place) We're drinking bottles from the storage room I've placed a curse on your battle wounds Lending a disaster that starts with the spins The before you know it you're spiraling into the depths I caught a glimpse of what's after the upcoming chapter and it's prophecies of dancing with the dead Call upon a stag to guide you into the forest Proceed with caution Attempting forward motion With no preconceived notions or motivations other than observation Taken captive by the coagulation of dark energies surrounding the key to the kingdom Simultaneously attracts logic and emotion until you're fully frozen And then the poison kicks in-
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These days, I'm all 6's & 7's And I set the world's eye on sex in heaven Intertwining folds and gentle kisses on the nose Exasperated with excitement and heavy breathing in an awkward pose Turn a hand into a pleasure-weapon and shoot your partner 'til they're deader than dirt Ensure your safety word I've heard it's better when you let out a moan God forbid I lose my lust to a full moon Enamored in pink gloom and armed to the tooth A feral craving for exorbitant debts paid with a token for an orgasm or two Clearer vision when the window lets the fumes out and you realize exactly what it is to do what it do God forbid I lose my lust to a full moon Enamored in pink gloom and armed to the tooth A feral craving for exorbitant debts paid with a token for an orgasm or two Clearer vision when the window lets out the fumes and you realize exactly what it is to do what it do I can't find your body language on a Braille porno mag But your sexuality is coursing through the cracks in the terra like a terrible trilogy of tangled events unraveling to reveal the reality you've convinced yourself is real isn't really happening That the emotions you've introduced that you once found so baffling are just a product of Pity sex// Oh how the honey flowed from her Head so good it made my dick go lazy Good god, this broad has me by the body and the feeling Of her breath on my neck Makes me wanna forget any past transgressions or misconceptions About time we stowed it all away and in the past so I can Focus on nibbling at the thighs Catching glances of the eye to eye while I whisper wet secrets that send shivers up her spine until the climax After that you can catch the King of Speaking-Tongues Laying on his back while her majesty magically rocks the boat without floppin or stoppin Break a niggas back in the bed and still run to sip the sweet poison She wants none of what you're harboring but the fugitives have all escaped and the inmates all face pardoning So Imma sit and dream of all the different ways you loved me without touching me And how touching me turned the cosmic switch for suffering into sleep mode Oh how the honey flowed from her We don't need a label I'm too insecure for "marry me"'s I'm okay with just the pity sex I just need the physicality Still holding a preference for sucking on the tiddy-breast
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Wisemen never wait on my lawn for the oracle to speak through the light of a shining star, wars break out over the messiah child Appleseed rounded well on the edges despite the potent potential to snap the necks of the oppressors like a tree-branch with no leaves I'm walking along the shoreline of the age of the outraged American nigga, but before the present time I was Crumbling castles with my bare hands Soul dipped deep into the paint can Heart only belonging to the rings on Möbius Never ending affinity for emeralds of chaos and the 'Justice Will Prevail' Emporium Glorious I wrecked my consciousness subconsciously while riding through the vibrant lands of orchestrated symphonies The maestro is blind and mute and deaf and converses telepathically Pardon all my vices I'm still learning languages not meant for speech It's burning all my energy and scarring me emotionally But I converse with prophets who explain all that is meant for me I wrecked my consciousness
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04:40
We’re rollin’ up and smokin’ Owl’s wings are white Mango is the after taste You know we’re gettin’ high Girl you got that good shit Put me on cloud 9 I’m positively shitfucked Until I reach the high Bowls & bongs & blunt wraps Hotbox through the night Just puff it in rotation Tonight we’re gettin’ high Don’t come here with that bullshit Bitch don’t kill my vibe I ain’t up to hood shit I’m just getting high Puff it in rotation Puff it in rotation Puff it in rotation My mind is steady pacin'
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I can take your hand off with your other hand and use both of mine to grind your mind into a million grams Burn a castle, pillage all the land An uzumaki birthed inside your mental Swirling sugar to unlock your sweet potential And I know (It's vital) Visualize greed (But can't see the tidal) Waves of misfortune washing over me Skeletor got a sorcerer's grip on my lifeline Peace is what I pray for Enough cash to look dashing on the throne while the wealthy paint my portrait I fiend for the synapses in my skin to set off Before the dirt showers my corpse will skyrocket 6 feet over my coffin Hack and cough kush nugs straight from my lungs Let the fate of the world rest on a thumb war The losers bracket winners never do get adored Properly adorn your trophy kill on the wall Show off your ego death to us all Push past your dreams just to feel the fever for making reality and fantasy make amends Appropriate any fools who claim they don't feel the Zen words That kill birds And force the four swords to fornicate With herbs, verbs and mediums Alley in the darkness feeling like a feeding tube for whatever monster's hungriest for fresh human ingredients Lucid dream traveling from Arcadia to seppuku Regardless of swimming skill The barnacles attach to you and pull your soul directly into Davy Jones' locker room
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We ain't broke We bent the box Avoiding the guardsmen by poppin' all the locks Out here harvesting brain crops Get hit or wake up Time's hand never knocks This is the collective mind of all our time on rewind We are cottage-dwellers Manifested girls & woahs & boys to men who frolic together and strike every day at 10. Total zen We plant innovation amongst the flowers as you water them Infinite wisdom of the Before-Time, yet ahead of my peers by lightyears We hunt & gather deer skins Your dearest kin catapult on-edge buffalo corpses over the hedge Needs some salt and pepper for the flavorful disposition We ain't broke We bent the box Avoiding the guardsmen by poppin' all the locks Out here harvesting brain crops Get hit or wake up Time's hand never knocks Animalistic vibration splits asunder your captain's quarters He spits insults just to fill the lake but refuses still to touch the water Hunger sets and manifests like crocodilians Pouring apathy from opened unhinged jaws that speak only of your weariness and electrified intention to alter the experience We ain't broke We bent the box Avoiding the guardsmen by poppin' off all the locks Out here harvesting brain crops Get hit or wake up Time's hand never knocks Superfluous intimidating encroachment on my real estate You'd better move your pool before I sue your fucking life Wake up and find you're trapped in your Facebook account Now all you ever say or do is all your status is about Exposing darkness with a black light seems purely counter productive, right?
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03:48
My mom Says all boys Leave home Someday But forgot To mention How long I'd stay Awake Yet drifting To sleep on The road all day Oh how I miss home But I can't stay (But I can't) (But I can't) I slipped past the snow patrol and climbed Big Bertha's back with a rucksack full of knickers and uneaten Kit Kats for when the slopes gather a declarative edge My skiing skills are moderate But adjacent to the threats I've faced the imitation is full of transparency The crowd cheers as they raise the hidden walls of the Thunderdome from beneath my feet (Let's greet the gremlins!) Lust, Apathy, and gluttony bring the motherfucking ruckus (Trust) Inglorious until the day he greets his own dust Buried with the 404 he inherited from the hustle and living in the modern age 21 and already going gray from all the monsters growing in my brain Eating at my mental health until the day I go insane and that's all that's written on the grave: "None iller, none chiller" My mom Says all boys Leave home Someday But forgot To mention How long I'd stay Awake Yet drifting To sleep on The road all day Oh how I miss home But I can't stay (But I can't) (But I can't) Perceive the future I'm hoping To find my way Off to the Forests Where trees smoke And bear cubs play I will return home To see you Again some day
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Tunnel vision as the blunt is lifted to my lips and kissed it The cherry shines with Rudolph's blessings As the smoke fills the lungs and brings to light the best of me This is where the stick shifts 'Round the corner whippin' Got a kneecap at the captain's helm and a guardian hangin' from the windowsill Windows down once the sunset hits And we roll like this on a Saturday Cruisin' with the team Got a bag of magic mulch and a basket of Monopoly money Eyes redder than autumn leaves that turn to oil for your favorite Bob Ross paintings It's an immediate memorial to fending off the harbinger when ever day is picking through poison ivy for fruit to bare We leave our handprints here in the wet cement so our children through transference can still relay the messages we've left I've Hidden secrets in this art of mine Hidden secrets in this art of mine I've had to leave a couple folks behind I had to leave a trail of yarn so I could find my way back in time Muzzle all your gifts To glutton is to breed a pig A breed apart from being all you could become Gather by the slaughterhouse take a number we'll accept payment when your time has come All the witches and the sorcerers will wake on a convenient night and sneak throughout the castle grounds hiding sabotage devices Whether godsend or star-born or written through law and science I've Hidden secrets in this art of mine Hidden secrets in this art of mine I've had to leave a couple folks behind I had to leave a trail of yarn so I could find my way back in time There is something discernibly intricate about holding homies close to you And many nights you'll falter when you fear the ghouls have found you too
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I'm a guy wise by years beyond the configuration of my sample pad on default with the back-light off Pulling ghosts in thralls from the pit of my pocket Flowers engraved in my fames shiny new locket Pocket monsters on the go whether or not streetlights glow Found a 20 year old searching Ishra's Ark for his virtual pet's weight in gold Splatter matter on my running tongue like ticker-tape speeding down the roadways of your inner peace's interstate I can Hold the worth of my words in the pit of my lungs and exhale old verbs only when the sun burns mans back where the road bends backwards
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They're absorbing my energy (They're absorbing my soul) Encased in the glass container of your observatory Pristine pools of honeydew that expand into flavorful territories As of yet Undiscovered by You And yours Accompanied by those who've Lost control We've been Fishing for whales in shark tanks The hero who battled a Dark fate Queen takes the rook Calls for the check Mate They syphon your grey matter with An endless array of Various advertisements and Prescriptions depicted as sanctuaries with the front gate bent wide open Im calling shenanigans on your mans and them These gunshots don't resuscitate family members The blame game can't call on all defenders Dear defender (Dear Defender. We're begging for answers. The data is draining. The body count is) Plastered On the wall Blacks and white and bolds and stripes The hydra's heads are levitating off their necks and I am full of strife again Brothers and strangers and foes and neighbors line intersections with bodies to preserve these pearly white pavements from the black blood of the sheeple who deem themselves slavish And I swear to god I'm good enough to live (Swear to god I'm good enough) Swear to rap that I'm good enough With my blunt tucked And I promptly torched the effigies of my ego with an ancient talisman, a hexagram, a gram of purp and a swift hand They're absorbing my energy You're absorbing my energy (They're absorbing my soul)
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02:27
Tonight we gather All our chi sitting in a Chao Garden setting In the mellow forest meadow there's foreshadows of your reckoning. I better bet on all horses with horrible puns that occupy the crows nest Save for one Salivating at the warm zest accompanied by the alpha feeling zen as the zeta fetches pita bread I've got a deadhand And I'm brain-dead Keep my brain fed With hallucinogens And we're cruisin down 1st & Blues with the limbs loose like woah I fashioned a necklace of Bear's teeth and hemp rope No scope All vision is clear The land of Eden does grow the tree you seek, but it has no fruit to bear A humble servant's serpent tail coiled loosely 'round the bars on the door to your padded cell I'd sell my chance to peak your interests with a-thousand-syllable limericks and non-cohesive lyrics if it means I'll get the soul of my bowl pack packed and I can finally put some fucking canvases up for sale Boogie-board around the wake of your wildest dreams and dip down to touch the bottom (Some dream feasible) Yeah, well some dream smart Some lack the balls to operate vehicle Wild warmth of your prosperity including inclination towards chasing the cover page and centerfold But I'd rather maneuver mazes just to claim both
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I saw a thousand venom-bearing bats circling around her energy A zombified deity capable of restoring balance without vagrancy or alleviating horrible history with monogamy We're in the depths of the maggot-peach Beached whales on the sands at 10 Quarter past until the beast regains the hunting spirit once again His spirit sprints into a wrecked home Caller ID on the dead phone tone Music droning forward Death toll carried outward Too many creepy-crawlies skittered by the border while monks with matted hair and battered mantras call out the oath to order
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03:13
I compromised a con: In two a construct, in two a compound And used the megavolt brain cloud to pull your ancestors pubic hairs down Free falling seed spitting mouths appropriate an aqueduct to serve water to the parched in the name of Aquaman's favorite sea-mount. Carve my fams face into the mountains and start again with colored chalk and misguided intentions. Did I mention I can turn your bestfriend into a deadpan With a one-syllable word that explodes your world into sizzling golden glory like egg-whites on a saucepan? We ain't tryin to rock dem bones Dem bones We ain't picking up the phone The phone We're flying architecture made of stone Into glass homes Here to burn the throne And steal what we're rightfully owed I witnessed the finesse of expressing your essence through your actions and felt a martyr would halt the traction Left alone the bashful black bastard with a mask he couldn't offer to the herbs that sauntered improperly You know (Who we are) You know (We fear not) You know (Who we are) (We rattle bones with the breath of the frost) I fought a great white demon Punched it square in the face And wrestled sea snakes Found a golden orb of happiness and let the light of the world seal my fate Hunger for the blood of the brave fuels the THC in my veins, I wanna Stand tall with the vagabonds and leave my personal calling card on the walls of the Great Hall Bear's teeth No holds barred, bar set, bar none Fresh meat for the fight Round one Round won With yet another lame verbal pun And a nigga let the beat ride when he knows he's on one
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03:01
Ticker-tape brainwaves in a vegetable state from inhaling too many vapes burned from multiple strains of grape Bratty bats get brass knuckle tactics making contact with their spoiled-rotten asses I'm spanking babies with a pen and a pad like your least favorite rap-step-dad All hail Capt. Cuna charting unseen seas and courting Amazonian goddess with a wink of the eye and a click of the feet I'll be your mind's eye-view into an enclosed room where two stoners play magician with the swoon of the accordion No names with no masks, a few blitzed off the blitzkrieg bopper Topped with courage for the venture towards the not-so-great outdoors A little less stress on the backs of you and yours A few feel blessed for the bit of love we've been offered up Pick your grounds and staying strong & black, quite like a coffee cup Bears frolic on the beach Fighting kaiju downtown Barrage of beautiful jazz sounds like Ba duh dum dum Duh dum dum dadada Ba duh dum dum Duh dum dum dadada Flash no gold Greet no demons Bumpin around town with a passive smile and a blunt in my crown like Ba duh dum dum Duh dum dum dadada Ba duh dum dum Duh dum dum dadada I'm often caught scoffing in the face of math I spilled my myself verbatim Just so you could mop the slippage up and lick the mop to taste the flavor Rain dance around a fire pit Ancient rappers spit in tongues like Ba duh dum dum Duh dum dum dadada Ba duh dum dum Duh dum dum dadada
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Pardon all my Martian speech I'm new in town and searching for a chief to chief on Count your blessings with ventriloquist's hands Silent movement made by degenerate man from an apocalypse Fam fuels my energy Fam stuck a knife in the refrigerator drawings signed by the king of the castle named after hard labor Imaginary flavors tasted like the blood on your broadest bladed glaive Sip the sweetness Pageantry is vivid in the eyes of all your friends strangers and neighborhood watch Purveyors of the zenith seen it coming humbly from a mile away That nigga's take over was written in the decaying arms of fortune-tellers who swapped secrets with the missing links during their wedding registry I'm knocking blocks to throw the world on a tilt Watch the slumdogs connect bone to bone in a living breathing prison they call home Particle matter in your textbook has my attention span hooked on the sugar-cube bait The cubicle is a death box I prefer to evade
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Pardon all my Martian speech I'm new in town and searching for a chief to chief on Count your blessings with ventriloquist's hands Silent movement made by degenerate man from an apocalypse Fam fuels my energy Fam stuck a knife in the refrigerator drawings signed by the king of the castle named after hard labor Imaginary flavors tasted like the blood on your broadest bladed glaive Sip the sweetness Pageantry is vivid in the eyes of all your friends strangers and neighborhood watch Purveyors of the zenith seen it coming humbly from a mile away That nigga's take over was written in the decaying arms of fortune-tellers who swapped secrets with the missing links during their wedding registry I'm knocking blocks to throw the world on a tilt Watch the slumdogs connect bone to bone in a living breathing prison they call home Particle matter in your textbook has my attention span hooked on the sugar-cube bait The cubicle is a death box I prefer to evade
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BearTooth Collective Presenting:

"cunabear"

“Some believe what separates men from animals is our ability to reason. Others say it’s language or romantic love, or opposable thumbs. Living here in this lost world, I’ve come to believe it is more than our biology. What truly makes us human is our unending search, our abiding desire for immortality.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Lost World

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released August 28, 2016

Songs written, recorded & performed by cunabear.
Guest appearances by BigStupid!diot, (Gomec, Indrid Mold, & Comrade Ringo of) Spoke Ashem, Verbatim, Keith William, Charles Broccoli (Steve Watts), Valore, & Unsung.

Tracks 1(Measure #1), 7, & 15 (Measure #2) Produced by sb.
Track 1 (Measure #2) Produced by Passion Hi-Fi
Tracks 2 (Measure #2), & 8 Produced by Nu Vintage.
Tracks 1 (Measure #3), 2 (Measure #1), 3 (Measures #1, #2 & #4), 9 (Measure #1), 10, 11, 15 (Measure #1), 18, & 20 Produced by sp00ks.
Track 3 (Measure #3) Produced by Alex Spoettel.
Tracks 4 & 15 (Measure #3) Produced by Unsung.
Track 5 (Measure #1) Produced by LoBD.
Track 5 (Measure #2) Produced by Psymun.
Track 6 Produced by Jack Bennett.
Track 9 (Measure #2) produced by Messiah Muzik.
Tracks 12, 13, & 17 Produced by onso.
Track 14 Produced by Chy-Mar.
Track 16 Produced by R.O.N..
Track 19 Produced by Pro.p.

Executive producer: Matthew Dass

"An Experiment In Noise" (Track 18) written & performed by Ken Arkind.
Featuring an original poem by Marissa Cairone (Track 15).

Special Thanks to you for listening.

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cunabear Savannah, Georgia

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Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

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