Jazz Cabbage

by TVPES x cunabear

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One hand organizing Christmas dinner centerpiece Other hand harvesting the innards of my enemies Basic training escaped on a luxurious jet plane towards the volcano of your ancestors where they sacrifice on Saints Day I'm exploding with ANX and holding lanterns to heartless let their freak plants flourish and exhale copious stardust My fingers stay dirty lately Had to creep upon a come up just to overthrow the overlord and overcome Some personal obstacles dipping big toes in my kiddy pool Others quote the chronicles and rename hostage-friends and fans as simple-minded fools A nigga holds his burdens in his stomach till the curdling Spew them on the inattentive drones who've caught themselves stuck back to back in the splash zone Act grown on a Wednesday when the wind don't play Don't phone home I've been called a freak of nature when the pen and the sword stab at the same page At the same time On the same stage With a sack of marbles he earned by increasing his bartering skills Not known as average Under pressure known to perish near his fathers parish Maybe one day the hoodlums escape and wax Wayne's Pearl watching Wayne's World on the way to Paris to play a show and hangout with some Paris girls I heard the mademoiselle raps I went to the louvre and smoked a log in the back Cuna wants a cat But the boy is a bear a bit too aware to be snared in a trap Truly unlucky but finds solace in the act Still want me a cat that's all black Deep down my metalhead soul in tact Act before I think before I think before I act Therefore wait until the timing is right Beartooth and they don't know where we're at Knocking down barriers with baseball bats
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02:06
Roll up tough nuts Knuckle up when the bulls buck I am not afraid to fuck a fucker up when his golem complex is fuckin up Born accomplice to the game Watch him live and die with Phoenix grace and no fame People aren't perfect and in fact we're all the same I host a horde of whores on horses serving you judgement along side poisoned porridge Play a game Tie the world to a brand name Tug a boat across the water If it falters alter desire Trade it in for one that's much more fire Leave my legacy steaming Cross connect between not trying and not succeeding If you hold a fish responsible for its inability to fly you aren't noticing how silently it strides through water Some preferences aren't easily bartered but it's easier to see worth in its own habitat than in a stasis tank observed by motherbrain until Doomsday So says the doomsayers and harbingers Anyway, either way I've come across far too many of those who would rather see results than traverse the treasures of learning the code You have to wake before you bake (Wake before you bake) You have to wake before you bake (Wake before you bake) Roll up tough nuts Knuckle up when the bulls buck I am not afraid to fuck a fucker up when his golem complex is fuckin up Born accomplice to the game Watch him live and die with Phoenix grace and no fame People aren't perfect and in fact we're all the same I host a horde of whores on horses serving you judgement along side poisoned porridge
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02:10
'Chivalry is dead' sang the harpy She caught me by surprise and dangled me over the oceans down near Dover with her talons and my ankles slowly losing closure And I'm starting to feel like shark feed I chose a swan dive position Aligned with the stars doing lines of rhymes at the dive-bar Grubsteak on pointed ends One for each nautical heart Struggle against weather at the watering hole Where every everyman gets his presence a new sense of recognition with some fresh food and fodder for the toddlers at the pic-a-nic Sink or swim or suntan competitively with sultans till they throw the towels on Oops time to throw the towel in Only javelins reaching the feeding bins in unison belong to the niggas in close proximity to his actual vernacular enough to read aloud the rhymes as they're written down Text to thumb Is like Pad to pen evolved inside the cage and divulged with these hip hop brain stems a game plan Evacuation is imminent and I'm swimming in significance so maybe I'll just stay put for a moment more and watch the waves creep calmly back and forth from shore Battle squad always includes Typhlosion, Gengar, Gardevoir, Swampert, Dragonite & Venusaur Solar Beamer Leave foes bronzer, cleaved and cleaned Wet washed and dried with a Stanley Steamer Catch the Collective Planting goons and shrooms in your Chrysanthemum Garden Sampled the appropriate vinyl selection Added to your favorite collection Assault with a psychedelic jazzersized weapon Nothing offered but blessings Cop a 1-Up Swapped a cop for a teacher and bring your Devils a dove Perfection And nothing less than Patron Saint of Patron Saints Richest man alive and he never had a paper chased Except the page he exchanged for a canvas Blank until the beat drops Watch him sway with the hips Watch him rock with the hops
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I go runnin’ runnin’ Round and round and round Cherry-pick My favorite parts Of who I wanna sound Apart from Taste all the plates That my homies brought And I brought one For my plus one Mighty duck duck geese aligned along the table-side Say a prayer for the mash In case I die with premature causation meant to seat me apart from all the adults who eat with patience Look at that spread Your boy is starving for the artistry It's sickening to sit upon the fallen trees while I smoke two for every dozen set of rings Peel the bark off my sappy skin and breathe in the oxygen (My leaves are choosing to commit to memory loss and blew off somewhere in the direction of the dearly departed department) Bleed a little deeper Spartacus Harvest the strengths you've been growing underground (With a profound bucket to carry all these gems in) We dump them out To sift through sins and stems and seeds Roll my discography into a joint Chief accordingly Breathe easier But speak a little morbidly Plot your progress by the album sales and not the music's point Just to find yourself paralyzed when these lightning rods touch joints Cook your meat to the cut and leave you out until you're spoiled, charbroiled Watch those crispy fuckers toil in the sun light Hustle by the daylight Duck outta the limelight I can taste your sweet lust Coddle me like a child and burn my flesh with your touch Whenever your around is never enough I think I'm never enough I think I'm never enough For anyone I pause to grab your attention Attendance to show was optional but thank you for the ascension My knees grow weak as I approach the button What good is living the dream if you're always asleep I give up the unnecessarily explainable valuables just to dance how I want to Some days I just might give up Some days I might toughen up Some days I'm higher than fuck Some days I'm down on my luck
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04:18
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Cassette-shaped caskets all in a row Enthralled in the messages written by the crows Carnival at sunset where we gather round the dragon's den Hurling spears of fine fire until the monsters hoist the gold higher than the white flag doused in red wine Ghost dogs howling Hunger for the conscious meat Dumb Numb Skeletons Nerves of steel were left with no foundation Founded by the former host of the once-titled Holy Smokes Decomposers munching fervently at the arms toes and throat as things consequently tend to go Quality control called for quality control and now the content managers are shaken up Quality control called for quality control and now the guardians watch the tower and put all sentries on patrol We wait for the word from allies who fought the good fight before us and hope we make it through the night So we sing the chorus Take me Make me You can't break me I won't fall for Just anybody's lies you see? We seek shelter from the acid rain Impartial to who leaves and who stays These days I pray To find stability my own way Impervious to nay-sayers lay-to-wasters or lying-waiters Attack the block with a purple Z-Saber Cuna and the goons hunt by the moonlight and serve you soul food with golden bibs and spoons Tastes like candy for breakfast and mushrooms at noon
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03:10
I arrive on this plane By all limbs I am form of man Watch me as I Bend wills Psilocybin host my body Like a ghost Let them haunt me Frolic in the forest let the animals become me Cross the beams at the horizon Sip your liquor Sloshing words and swapping swords with flickering lip lickers while we watch the fire-spitters Stutter nonsense With no breath We hold hands and Circle round the Ring of Fire Circle round the Ring of Fire Praise the nature of the beast and taste relief beneath the swamp water Magicmen and Gypsie Dancers conjuring camaraderie with the ritual Alter the visuals A horned owl takes watch over the forest dwelling Horrors crawl from underground And feast upon the stars that fall before them as the poison seeps into the blood and rearranges fractals right before you I am the dragon made of leaves in a forest with no trees We come in peace with seasons greetings Holding holy hands while we dance for rain Watch the flames burn through the downpour and smolder earth beneath our feet Circle round the Ring of Fire Circle round the Ring of Fire Praise the nature of the beast and taste relief beneath the swamp water Magicmen and Gypsie Dancers conjuring camaraderie with the visuals Alter the ritual Guiding light approach the path you choose and let the forest pull until you're swallowed by the essence of the nature you've unfolded In the morning The sun greets the body I arrive on this plane By all limbs I am form of man Watch me as I Bend wills Psilocybin host my body Like a ghost Let them haunt me Circle round the Ring of Fire Circle round the Ring of Fire Praise the nature of the beast and taste relief beneath the swamp water Magicmen and Gypsie Dancers conjure camaraderie with the ritual Alter the visuals

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released December 16, 2016

Tracks 1(Terrarium), 2, 5, 6, & 9 produced by TVPES
Tracks 1 (Reverse The Rotation), 3, 7, 8, & 10 produced by sp00ks.
Track 4 (part 1) was produced by TVPES, (And part 2 by Vinay Arora).
Lyrics and Vocals written, recorded, and performed by cunabear.

*Track 6 (Tugboat Complex) originally written by Aesop Rock

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Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

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