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19.47
02:53
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Cuna the Dude
Leader of the Animal Crew
So looney off the sploof gas
I’m Maximillian at the front of the Goof Troop
So sick with the shits that even doodoo I release is fool-proof
You might sprain your noodle
Playing brain games with a group of lames over who rules the public pool
Take discomfort like medicine
Tastes like the sediment you spit when crawling out the grave
and back into the living day
Attached to creation and coerced by success to become a slave
Neither a squire nor a knave
Neither a liar nor a soothe-sayer but they do believe in fate
In an adjacent seat I fell asleep muttering “all great religious text reads the same”
In the end money is a pawn and we’re all caught in the game
Fame is a waste
I often think of even dropping out the indie industry
Save the raps for the homies and the paintings for family gatherings
Cop a career and observe rap from the faculty like when i was a brand new fan of Can Ox ‘round 2003
The feeling simultaneously rocks and tightens noose-knots
Anxiety til he nauseous
Then the direct deposit drops and I shut the fuck back up as I roll another blunt
Rinse and repeat til my heart turns to dust or till I’m actually paid what I want
Another leap of faith around the sun
I can smell the Monsanto in your weed cartridges
Smarmy nigga artifice suddenly found as unintentionally addictive is a common fuckin argument for “y’all ain’t shit”
Like momma said “don’t be smokin’ spliff and not pay the rent”
True bliss
Lost in the Overlook Maze of my mind searching for direction and stumbling through time
Rejecting the luster and shine of the diamond
Like how siren’s songs draw the dick to the hand and the breast to the eye
Just to rhyme was a fine time
till the doorbell chime and the landlord crying
Now I gotta sell myself for a fucking dime cause work isn’t working or worth it and you can’t press rewind
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crystals&rituals
02:41
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This shit is Ghetto until proven fashionable
“Fear Eats The Soul” getting tattooed on the Adam’s Apple
To prove consumption is about determination to possess she opens up her chest
Rows of teeth outline the ribs and he perceives sin but the glasses are smoke-tinted
In the end it’s a matter of addressing martyrs as regular men and women
Downplay the stage
Gods word is a bird in the rafters echoing sentiments of your day-to-day matinée
Now playing: “Lost Human and Afraid”
The pedal to the metal never felt so sane
Life always felt this strange
Since the day the stork gently placed me on the window pane I’ve been consistently amazed and feeling deranged
The process of processing pain is pain and there ain’t no roundabout routes
When sheep gather ‘round their sound can seem to drown you out
To combat the crowd I reside 9 number-clouds high above the ground
Paying off my bills
Touring for the thrills
My Black excellence is evident
When the suns up the boys’ running
When the moon falls I stay hustlin’
I’d busk if it was legal to spit raps where I live but they give you the side eye if you don’t shuck and jive
so my residence is a temporary burdening
Repurpose my yearnings into earnings so I can keep learning
I fear the wolves are encircling
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doombar (synergy)
03:18
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Quiet now, Universe, I’m listening to myself
When a Bear stomps through your woods
You’d best bow your head
and pray to every god you know you don’t become the revenant
I charge at every bum that dares to burn the books
Knockout all your rooks and pawns
Remaining knights look shook as sheep when wolves approach and the heart feels weak
Disrupt my peace and get deleted
Passivity is my premise until NPC’s become antagonists
As if the plot of life don’t ever twist
Defeated twits who think they’re witty tweeting birds to earn some kitty
Claim they rap
Say nothing nifty
Flood the city
I’m just trying to make a fuckin living
I’m just trying to raise my standards
Raise my limits and hopefully take kind folks with me
Synergistic kinda living
The strife is hellhounds at the door
Termites in your floor
Death rays
Coming in waves every day like you living in the plague
Sometimes karma’s got you in a rattling cage and other times it’s just growing pains
Nothing’s like the good ol’ days cause everything must change
I’m a heavenly display of how to camouflage decay
Work hard
Play late
Eat grapes
Stay safe
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flowerbed
03:01
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Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Furrowed is the brow of the least clever clown
It’s all theatrics and temperaments
Pimps and simps conducting unusual business as usual
Snoozin’ smoothly past noon while the ship’s on cruise control
This passive action’s growing old
These actions of passion bought and sold
My mental fitness hit the limit so I focused on finessing through the trenches and evading all prison-watch dementors and sleazy senators
Progenitors of soul-sucking passed inheritance to ugly ducklings
determined to increase suffering regardless of your class
Contraptions spewing gasses through the masses
Conquer & Contain
Through the heart access the brain
contaminate eliminate move on and start over again
The cold hands of histories untold transmuting mutants out of gold
Catch me meditating in a flowerbed
Asking mother nature how it got to this
Behold the mirror of Erised
Too much desire leaves you dead and
Time is not a therapist
Sit at the feet of everything you want and nothing that you need
Dueling with your inner peace
Water Temple
Shadow Link
Confusion is a weapon
Manipulation is a skill
Drop smoke bombs in the ricochet room but don’t fire at will
Pigs drink the black tap and still criticize you for sipping swill
Our education is salvation
It can’t come in a pill
Some will die for their freedom while the rest just sit still
Content to till earth and toil till the earth rots and spoils from the poisons and oils in the soil
My soul has boiled over
Plucked the luck right off the clover
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purpose for function
02:11
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Just drop in quick
Feel the sensation
Hydrate, brain games
Temptation
Tapped into mainframe
Try not to hyperventilate
Agitate body’s main
Arteries
Pardon me
I’m
Addicted to purpose for function
Picking out a proper reason for gumption
I am the system
The body repairs and evolves and exists to expand through dimensions
Let’s start with ascension
Numbed with depression
Contortion of tendons
Connect chord to socket
Remove user options
Tissues to terabytes
Might just give up your life
Yeah you might just give up your life
Might just give up your life
If your reason for living is buying and crying and spending and breaking and mending
You might lose the title fight
Assume the position
Assimilate
Mission is possible
Free will is your obstacle
May as well give up your life
Master Computer
Controller of souls
Flesh Marionettes are worth more than gold
A digital death is now priceless in fold
Gamble your life for a prize that they’ve sold
Dull all our senses when darkness takes hold
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midway, fiend rates
02:44
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Time Pulls The Trigger on your systems
It’s simply written
and very legible
The most profound things are inexpressible
There’s adaptation to be had
If you find yourself constantly breaking down brick walls their origin might be your own fault
No close calls involved in self-improvement
It’s all or nothing dawg
It’s either all or nothing
No bluffing
Stunting is a minuscule concern when you shrug off peer review
Making a profit is all games and rituals
Being a prophet is selflessness repaid with ridicule
“Defenders of the weak” peak before teaching any tool-use and wonder from hell why their lineage ain’t foolproof
Everyone’s smarter than the next dude
We got empathy books at the cookout sittin next to the neo-soul food
Sun Tzu by the Cole-slaw
If you find yourself constantly breaking down brick walls their origin might be your own fault
No close calls involved in self-improvement
It’s all or nothing dawg, you knew this
It’s either all or nothing
No bluffing
Tender, when I want to be
When anger turns to honey we’ll be eating sweet for centuries
But until then it’s back to therapy for my ass
Opening up is a decent way to make the time pass
I’m tryin to take my therapist to line-dancing class and maybe split a dime bag
Rest In Peace to the WindRose as we know it, May Your Winding Roads Guide Me Home when I’m drunk in a funk and alone
One more for the road
One more until the coffin close
One more til that’s all she wrote
I go all in with every word I pen
Determined to see life through a lens that fits my prescription and preferences addressed
No more bread-sandwiches when it’s time to spend
How do you save what money you have yet to make?
It could be any day that they come for the samples and save-states
Officers scour the place and all they find is a cum-stained mattress and an empty safe
My aliases invented me in their sleep and meanwhile all I ever get are night-terrors and pipedreams
I want to start a family as badly as I wanna rap
They said “now ain’t that a load of crap” but the prospect really has me on my back
I’ll circle back in 5 years when I save up some cash
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To thine own self manifest wealth
I’m pushing for progress in attempts to self-help
The lazy niggas pushing daisies forever
Vigilant and clever is what the doorman asked for so I brought all that and a lil’ more
If you’re seeking money your options ain’t sugar and honey
Clowns in businessmen’s skin rapping over vocal tracks AND STILL stealin’ all the millions
Wheelin’ and dealin’ snitchin’ and stealin’
Mass Appealin’
I concealed myself from the crowd in an attempt to be more genuine but every month I’m on the edge of my pilgrim’s stick begging for first world privilege to be simplistic
As if that’s the end of existence
I hit the blizzard and ran a blitz for a quick New York Minute and now I’m addicted
From my hidey-hole I throw home-made sticky bombs at globes and pray one of em explode in such a way that you feel so inclined to pay me for the show
Look mom! See how they glow!
I know how poverty hurts
I see the power’s corrupt
I can see demons and doves
My inner emotions erupt
All negros are stars from above
One day we’ll return to dust
Money can’t buy you no love
Money can just feed the lust
Niggas will stand in they own way
And curse you for going your own way
I’m in my own way (so please step aside)
Goin my own way (so please step aside)
I’m in my own lane
Smoke to the dome ayye
Evolve for your own sake
Don’t let those time go to waste
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8. |
what's hurt???
03:33
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I am my own dead-end so step aside
My mental state has left no place to hide
If happiness is everything you seek
Destroy your demons
Set your own heart free
I know everything there is to know
No matter where you’re from or where you go
Change is something you find from within
You’re the one describing choice as sin
Darkness might surround all that you see
Light shines outward through your inner-peace
Balance beams hang above all your fears
Don’t look down or you might disappear
You’re the only one in your own way
Pick a path you like and do not stray
A test to see how freely you might dream
But dreams are not always as they might seem
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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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no explanation necessary. meditate on this record for a lifetime. favorite tracks: Brick Blues, Rainforest, Victory Lab
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Cornucopia
by Dark Time Sunshine
what i’d consider a hidden gem from dts. i love all their records dearly but this is on some other shit. favorite tracks: m&m’s, rabbit hole, jump for joy
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