m00kie​/​INTIMACY!

by cunabear

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1.
(Say hi to moms for me I'm swimming out to sea) The flamingo tattoo on my arm covers up these mangled inner body parts Like a patch on a broken soul, clean shaven on the sides Used to laugh and fancy his older man a soul patch One day he'd grow a bolder back One day he'd hold a bowl to pack and watch his fingers park the sun on a conveyor belt with non-stop strange vibrations Thank god we've all grown blacker as a nation Food for (white people) keeps some dogs lost without a trail to sniff We used to riot in the streets now we let the introverts study poetic text and continue trying drying lips to water already slipped between the cracks in my skin And down into the endless abyss just like religious texts predicted Not a plate left unbroken in the kitchen (Nobody's home) Curved dancers like a million little tendrils waving gently at the ceiling fan with their whole body expressing communion through dance while imps are prancing up the bohdi trees Picking wompa fruit from the twigs and leaves Then disregard the fruit itself Known only purpose useful to see the home grow Watch the orchard flourish in the blink of an eye And no matter what you believe when that nigga Jesus comes you'd best be off to testify than face the fire I find peace in helping my homies eat One less corpse found in the street In the end we stay okay, okay? Feast your eyes on the display We work for what we've got We don't got much but we're okay, okay? A boy A bear An insecure awkward golem with moss for hair and simple cares gets pulled out by the shifting tides and buried out at sea Underwater he fosters fish who flee from following their fellows I find peace in helping my homies eat One less corpse found in the street In the end we stay okay, okay? Feast your eyes on the display We work for what we've got We don't got much but we're okay, okay? I place myself vehemently upon the highest rung Just clinging onto the bar for comfort Taste the wind that slightly alters my balance At the junction where my heart began to miss your lungs, and how they stress and relax With no gumption I caught myself overthinking small lectures given in the underpass Refusing to let the tantalizing parts of you persuade me to cause an uproar Cause who knows what'll happen when I flip this Switch My heart aches My thought hurts My fingers twitch My loins itch What would an abomination like me do on an island where nothing but freetime is how you draw the line I've never been one to start fires I roll up in solitude Not to smoke but to watch the lighters spark I love the heat produced beneath my thumbs as I imagine what's become of innocence Perceived as lost but more re-appropriated Chronicles of a hip-hop hippie who writes raps mostly to play taps on the bars of the cell from the outside with underlying pride What's a bride to a self-defined corpse In Corpus Christi I learned how to build walls of love around my tiny fort Shit's mad impressive isn't it? I wanna sit upon the highest rung On purpose Reminder The remainder of this tour is to adjust my future focus Not to focus on the future, but I'm scared These sacred texts won't commit to comment on the hocus-pocus that evokes me to provide closeness to the priestess I feed my homies well of that semi-potent patronage Right before I slip off the edge
2.
On this endless stretch of battered pavement Watch me waver I who calls upon my neighbors Comfort, guidance, labor A fingertip dipped to simply taste and savor Remind my mind to remind me to remind my mind to remind me (Remind me to remind my mind to remind me to remind my mind) Wake up on the floor for once With no movement but forced thought I'm blacking out I'm conscious Watch my body lose its balance Fall for eons Seeking solace in self forgiveness as the glass hits And again Here I am conscious Watching what my habits have wrought I broke my heirloom Single precious object No more is there such permanence Materials make and break again I scoop the pieces of this thing I love amidst the drauger's blood and say damn you fool look what you've done I broke my hope and kicked my crutches aside Faced the roaring tide and screamed I do not act but do not fear you All you think I lack is pridei All I truly lack is guidance All I truly am is guidance You judge with closed eyelids Without mine closed most nights I can't survive this Watch him lift all souls and divide up even amounts of kindness Despite how blind He trusts that love is never a denied gift Yet here I sit Higher than those with more privilege Watching you and yours try to revive dead experiments while I add multipliers to my experience And I tap the mic twice to make sure you're still hearing this Are you still here? Are you still in this? Are you still with us? Are you still hearing this? Are you still in this with us?
3.
Your boy ain't much more than magic, scruff, and fairy dust More or less at the same expense it doesn't amount to spending much I grew these bones myself and birthed my voice a more meaningful gruff Find me in a haze Normal more on warm and rainy days Keep the 404 tucked away in my sleeve Aesop' garments add plus 10 to my steeze One puff and my weights lighter than trees Two puffs and my high is higher yet, please Count your victories and tailor me a gentleman's suit in seafoam green With accents in a sexy pink and a kodiak mink to match, whatchu think? I stray from bitches when their visions are bink Cuna just a poet and that's all he lets them think When they finally get to witness first hand my second form A holy light burns doors down Demolish your stuck-in-this-small-town syndrome Clowns well read, red and rounded while tramps scamper 'round the tourists Burn the witches at the entrance to the forest so the poorest farmers don't ignore it Get me off this fucking island Find the truth a mind read around the world's that scroll across my eyelids I'm reside on an elevated astral plane They pay to watch me demonstrate exactly how I levitate Calling all members of the council Safety Meeting and News Announcements We're approaching the end of this chapter Calculate for unknown factors I'm on the brink of space and time Or somewhere online losing my mind to the instant gratification Taste all my vices at once and begrudgingly embrace them when it seem's no paths adjacent are worth apply patience
4.
03:16
Oh It appears that I've gone too far I think I've lost my mind I might Not Return This time Forbidden Fruit Gnarled Root I fought the heavens We rose We flew We fell I stood on the edge of the continent I conversed with the grand leviathan Oh But it appears I've gone too far I think I've lost my mind Consumed The Gnarled Root
5.
Superb Super-Cuts in the kitchen A bounty on that ego gives me something to believe in I'll hold a giant by the frilly pink leash then Mince your meat for free Plebeians applied beef gratuitously to tacos for the weekday morning feeding bins Glorious they called the boy Boisterous they called the noise Let your soul take this maybe fill the void Tiny Tim playing with big boy toys Faded and facing away from the hatred Adjust my placement on the playhouse placemat Shaped like the greatest Kingdom adjacent Imported my royal ring finger from that foreign comfort sanction Fending off the munchies In a snuggie Eatin' Pollo Month to month I'm bumpin uglies with a stranger from the North Beach Burn one in the name of Mononoke Praise be to Ghibli Show me what the symbols mean I'm flying higher than a stoner full of helium Better prophet than a medium Acrylics are the medium Fuck your ears up better than your favorite lover thinks he does I'll banish demons from this seedy club with an ounce of love Curb stomp 'em into ash and dust Never catch me smoking seedy buds bud Stomach vile plumes of grub Smuggle ideas more than drugs Build empires out of IKEA broken parts That's all before I release the doves Break my bones Before the dial tone Express my muffled moans Behold my rusty soul I increase my life 10 fold once all my homies homes are sold for yellow bricks and fool's gold Spoilers Upon preparing for the rough voyage we stocked the cabins with our spoils, Drugs and women and all-natural coconut oils Hoist the sails I spy a maelstrom about a quarter mile out Best advised we take a different route Swimming solo dolo through this rollout Pulled muscles from not pulling out on the couch I'm pouncing bitches from a crouched position Pinned on the ground to flex you into submission And that's after receiving your carefully sought out permission Color-coded yokels gather in droves to the center of the mechanism Listen The plateau of local knowledge has begun to spill his boat-full of boastful pseudoscience and begs for your calm compliance Hi miss My name is potential energy (I erupt into every socket and turn the lights on temporarily) Absorption of the culture to share and grow my sacred powers rapidly (Uncannily similar to certain positive attributes of anarchy despite acting out revolutions casually) From atop this crooked lighthouse all I see are foreign faces Dilapidated spirits pilot mechas with savagery and vengeance towards the kaiju that approach the city from a distance with no mission But I ain't bitchin' Across the streets beneath me are the scattered pieces of my main thesis Trust no nigga but pull on no trigger Spread much love, baked as fuck from eating girl-scout cookies baked with girl-scout cookies for fun I consistently exhibit hard-earned, life-long love The title is 'm00kie' and The Code named him 'cuna'
6.
Gather up your groceries I've been feasting on mad veggies and flexing my health graciously Crossing time lines and time zones just to watch my artwork unfold from the 2 dimensional mold Basking in the brilliance of the bayou country where these damned sneezing fits keep hunting me and haunting all my memories I'll swap intelligence with the local pterodactyl cops reading tarot cards with tact until I'm certain on how to act with skill from this side of the veil Effectively affecting how you choose to proceed and effect your golden path with steeze Truth be told The Truth ain't common I'll scale a magic mountain down to fit inside my pocket and ascend to the highest of heights when your favorite rapper thinks they're stuntin' Takes a million different strangers clicking like, love, share, subscribe to feel like you've finally accomplished somethin' And that exists at any angle from which you attempt to push the button, pumpkin I try to focus on a separate set of conundrums Like how to fumble the globe and still entice the freedom fighters to no longer remain silent Pull the hypno-trigger on my gadget-gun and rejoice at the literal ideal of true free will as the anarchists reign supreme and take whatever they want I was born between tectonic plates and cause massive shifts in the shaping of the earth with every step I take Yet I'm still so weary to wake and rise from bed Trapped in the cornucopia of safe-havens and narrowed down to the list presented before you in burgundy on the Day of the Dead Sit by the dock of the bay on a full-moon's night and feel the presence of spirits singing hallowed negro spirituals until the tide rolls back in
7.
04:23
And I'll Recall Your Fame As we Uplift Your Name Torn asunder from the history that beseeched your clan Under the protection of a zombie king sky-man No man's not a martyr for a bomb-flower garden unless they give it passage with sacred pardons And all I've read of are erroneous starving artists who've been painting the Pilgrim's Progress from a flawed perspective Direct injection into black lungs Sores burst with pressure and call for faulty promises of "smarter not harder" worker-bee chronicles to render the operator of the Father-Droid over-encumbered Faulty parts outnumber the working ones Gears rust and send dead nerves belated Valentines with bubblegum from foreign lands meant to serve in the place of proper function In the name of love we act, but still too scared to do something Somebody place the patriarch on a pedestal This giving soul is deserved of recognition and a statue built of the world's most honest and humble materials Warm hugs, no judgement A spoiled-sport from ceiling to floor well-earned from working for what he wants, needs, and Forever serving friends, foes, and families with more than he can afford Usually of no Count's count and acting of his own accord One of the only people I truly hope gets to meet the Lord I'm holding hope that heaven exists especially for him If there's any left over it's meant for you and yours Blessed is an earnest man
8.
03:50
I've seen folks in every city that resemble my closest friends Stumbling strangers in tree-blossom openings wandering Aimlessly or not, amidst simply chillin' and the over-looming strength of systems clicking in unison at various humans Loose and lugubrious as they fashion craftsmen to fashion nooses When either perspective is known to merely exist only when you choose to view it But don't you dare forget It remains active even when the game is off and burdens the virtuous through sociological tutelage invoking choosing "Whose 'who's' is this?" To permanently screw onto the lid In Portland, I was sent to view the city scape's saviors behaviors from a silent ledge surrounded by greenery while climbing down the mountain path that lends my persona to a vagrant stare Bare my face to the wind that nearly blows the cap off my lid Ink jettisons perpetually from the straggler-squid's residence Present my findings to the public with a stomach full of zeal and zest through stoney, depression-ridden debts Riddled with clueless-riddles based purely on dusting off the family crest Open my old toy chest and find the costume called "A Synonym for Nostalgia" and call your mom when your mind stops racing Or when your heart starts to get sweet on a tart taste of living Simply swooning off the Henny as I'm skating down Tybrisa Bend me towards the sunset as I climb the highest peaks and take a piss off the balcony while telling tourists to piss off from the balcony Swirl another swig for your deceased It's hard for me not to believe the amount of kindness you'd receive from my kind of love would certainly be the death of me with added haste & actuality But it seems to be the life I want to lead, & if that's the way it has to be, then I supposed that's how I'd want to leave. Past, present, or future Please promise me you'll get home safely Rest In Peace
9.
I'm spyin demons Park the jeep Watch em creepin from the darkness Watch a nigga put that ass to sleep in his sleep And I won't make a peep I am not a deity I am nothing more than I appear to be Apparently a semi-mortal man Eating magic truffles with my rusty defective Midas hand Watch me throw this pocket sand I'll pull the rug out from beneath your mans And lay my line out in the same sand Before a stranger comes to shake my hand I shake my fists towards the crowd and watch em cheer as I disappear before them (Weird) Reappear as normal as can be In line for Chinese take out because the show was boring Not a warning No wars fought once you enter these doors I'm known to keep the peace and spare a match to light your torch Smoke a doobie on the porch with a floosey smokin' loosies with the homies I hid my home inside the paintings that align these walls I stay a man full of flaws who breaks musical laws and teleports between these castles just because Home is where the heart is Heart is where the art lives Art is what begot this A prophet for no profit but if you cop a CD then we'll bump fists I ate a bag of pixie dust for brunch Turned my brain to play-doh and I compressed it into mush Flew over the rainbow and found a bag of OG Kush I make it last for 40 days and 40 nights Look Cuna got the verbal display We eatin off this mixtape dinner plate Designed to assimilate and congregate so we can contemplate this smorgasbord Better look out I'm comin for blood I built a new arc Prepared for the flood The turn of the age Shift focus to love Give enough up You'll get back in dubs Trust Slurping' chicken noodle soup Dispelling demons from the coup Appointed leader feed the meter We roundabout and ally-oop Surplus knights fight life for life against enlightenment Gas me up upon a pedestal when I speak profoundly of new confidence I used to show off resonance Now I understand home exists outside your residence yet I'm still lacking the coordinates Lord of lisps whispers solemn secrets from his lips and the spell caster increased my lifespan by about a grand Send only peace out to you and yours Kicking out windshields and painting on walls Bears attack the city-slickers Calling all cars Evolve before your eyes into like 30 different forms and catch him bumpin' in your dormitories Watch the metronome dissolve as time keeps tick tick ticking I swear one day to stop slip slip slipping Blood from my nose still drip drip dripping Just a taste of being blessed Enough to not break my back towards another, bigger man's paychecks Better look out I'm comin for blood I built a new arc Prepared for the flood The turn of the age Shift focus to love Give enough up You'll get back in dubs Trust
10.
I smoke two blunts to the face before I fly off to save the day For no man does Time wait But Tom weighs weights on these toms so the rolls sound great when the pads play Carve a new Nile with apathy towards the swan songs these ugly geese sing Praise be the dragon slayer whose bounty you bring I ring the New Year in without my homies 20 fish for every 2 men in need of feeding so don't say I never gave a fuck for your feelings but nigga fuck both your feelings I'm ill, sickly & prepared for the reeling Layered thick and falsely accused and assumingely peeling back when the people make contact My twisted kinks pour royal blood down the kitchen sink Before you blink I can alter how the offerings speak before they find Valhalla Bet a bigger dollar Better pop my collar for the ladies and hope it still swings when the crowd's still stu-stu-stuttering Imagine how the world made of moonsand would feel from 20,000 leagues under me It seems the wheels don't crank no further Giants made men to carry off the bigger burden of knowing Bear himself known to bare himself upon the stage with plastic wealth Got a million extra hands to help and a million dollars never felt so ruthlessly important in the eyes of the shred-or-die conveyor belt That's live my own life That's live or let die Let sleeping bears lie Spread love, no lies Matthew was my title when they raised me up A minuscule raisin dried tired and bakin' in the sun Hailed by some as the chosen one But that's an offer I can't speak through My intentions are plain and see-through My maneuvers are mad lethal My freedom in need of a sequel Tired of breaking the locks and finding no substance behind the keyhole Teach me to cleanse evil with the same knife I use to cut my seafood Grub on mushrooms for lunch in a mu-mu Lookin like Count Dookie-Duku stepped in poo-poo with the new-news and fucked up the Pupu-Nunu pissin' off witch doctors with Voodoo powered by mad mojo, fruit-juice & unholy Juju (It seems the wheels don't crank much further Seems the wheels don't crank no further Seems the wheels don't)
11.
03:54
I wanna make you breakfast everyday, girl I know you hate it cause it's thick but I love the way your hair curls Deep chestnut warmth on that skin sends a hellhound straight to heaven, cause yeah All dogs go, too I know I'm already the go-to but I wanna be the one greenhill you roll through We don't need rings either You still let me go super Flying through the ether I wanna tell you that I love you and feel your heart skip in time with mine I wanna be less socially anxious so I can take you to the ballroom And we don't have to dance if you really don't want to I know you only dress-up or dress down when you really want to You make me swoon, and attitudes like this from me are often left diluted and mute Monotone if anything Monophone to hear the beat It thumps louder than my heart and leaves my vision bleak I cut ties with all my vices except weed words tits and sleep, but curries ties with you, between the truth and how I feel, leaves no mysteries for Scoob & Crew to super-sleuth I wanna succumb to the feeling of love It's a feeling I love and bare too openly Regardless of reciprocation Everything before this was just extra to taste Icing on ice-cream cake I have no way with words when it comes to you Cliche terms exposed and performed as unspoken words and complex terms Conditions I want slightly rewritten before my signature's procured.
12.
On this endless stretch of battered pavement Watch me waver I who calls upon my neighbors Comfort, guidance, labor A fingertip dipped to simply taste and savor Remind my mind to remind me to remind my mind to remind me (Remind me to remind my mind to remind me to remind my mind) Wake up on the floor for once With no movement but forced thought I'm blacking out I'm conscious Watch my body lose its balance Fall for eons Seeking solace in self forgiveness as the glass hits And again Here I am conscious Watching what my habits have wrought I broke my heirloom Single precious object No more is there such permanence Materials make and break again I scoop the pieces of this thing I love amidst the drauger's blood and say damn you fool look what you've done I broke my hope and kicked my crutches aside Faced the roaring tide and screamed I do not act but do not fear you All you think I lack is pridei All I truly lack is guidance All I truly am is guidance You judge with closed eyelids Without mine closed most nights I can't survive this Watch him lift all souls and divide up even amounts of kindness Despite how blind He trusts that love is never a denied gift Yet here I sit Higher than those with more privilege Watching you and yours try to revive dead experiments while I add multipliers to my experience And I tap the mic twice to make sure you're still hearing this Are you still here? Are you still in this? Are you still with us? Are you still hearing this? Are you still in this with us?
13.

about

BearTooth Collective presenting: "m00kie" by cunabear.

"This collection of songs were mostly written on the road, during my first tour. At the time I hadn't fully come to understand that we were literally traversing the majority of the U.S., and coincidentally my father's health was starting to deteriorate, my closest friends were beginning to move away and pursue their own lives; the uncertainty of what I'd be coming home to was becoming more and more apparent, as was the uncertainty of what was approaching me directly every day for the month of May 2017.

This stream on consciousness and conversations is my taming of the beast. Traveling the country performing my music for strangers has changed my life, and I'm in the process of learning exactly what that means.

I hope you enjoy this free tape of contemplative songs.
Thankyou for listening."

Dedicated to Earnest Sunder Dass, for everything and always.

credits

released June 30, 2017

"m00kie" credits:
Vocals and Lyrics written, recorded, & performed by cunabear at the Backriver Studio.

Track 1 (Measure 1) produced by TVPES.
Tracks 1 (Measure 2), 2, 4 (Measure 1), 5, 6, 9, 10, produced by sp00ks.
Track 4 produced by V.A The First.
Track 3 produced by Profound.
Track 7 produced by HAZARD.
Track 8 produced by Jay Debussy.
Track 11 produced by Ethan51.
Track 12 produced by Tsoya Malsoon.

"INTIMACY!" credits:
Vocals and Lyrics written, performed, and recorded by cunabear in the House Of Snoring Rappers.

Tracks:

1: Snitches Get Stitches (prod. lil hawk boy)
2: The Era Of My Ways (prod. Oculus)
3: House Of Snoring Rappers (prod. drippy)
4: Double-Jeopardy (prod. drippy)
5: Goodluck (prod. drippy)
6: Three Cheers For Pangea! (prod. drippy)
7: Deflowered In The Botanical Gardens (prod. sp00ks)
8: Dig Out Your Soul! (prod. Mr. James, co-produced by sp00ks)
9: Dragoon Dance (prod. by sp00ks)
10: Memoirs Of A Dough-Boy/Sleeping Powder (prod. by sp00ks)

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Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

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