Ursine Valor

by cunabear

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My Reputation with a saber blade is uncannily the weakest I’m a feeble human being spitting up violent amount of vile contentment like Blanka with that early-morning lightening breath That’s plasma for the common grandma Thesaurus in hand attempting to recall the verbs describing a dinosaur death-land That’s the opposite of living room And mine overflows with so much light and so much life if we drain it nightly just to fill the swimming pool we’ll drown underneath it In jeans, as always Pullin’ off a hefty-boy backstroke Stroke my back as I stoke the fire like a human in a Animal Hospital turned concentration camp The premise is leisure An old folks home only appears to lack all strife in the eyes of the people who aren’t confined to life on the inside of the prison walls You could catch a gut-wrench for such acts of treason You claim poetic justice and distrust poetic reason I Fly above and document Lakitu brain-child Dropped a spike bomb on my nemeses and Flew off on a strange cloud The ground quakes as majora presents the reckoning If you play this record double-time it slows your perception of things Either way you only get 3 bell rings A fell wind crept over Magicant as a harbinger of suffering
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Fiending to feed the freedom seedlings something worth repeating Can I gently rock my colossal psyche to sleep? I'm Bo-Peep's lost sheep traversing these steep mountainous burdens and searching for a pensive purpose Some days the world feels mighty worthless when compared to what stresses you That's just the way that it is Sometimes I'm tippy-toeing 'cross the puddles of piss Sometimes I'm singing harmonies with the holy host on some angelic shit Anthem hits the high notes on a xylophone with Dry Bones conducting Koopas in droves I only tamper with system when there's imbalance at play I only tap into the temper when there's safety at sake Shake the academy's foundation from 10 mountains away Explosively in line with my humanity until my flesh-suit decays I'll be hiding in the woods come the end of all days I heard a Valkyrie trumpet sound from the balcony Calling all White Unicorns to attack shook rooks Castling Crooks as we bury them and all our worries underground Bet Ninja Turtles found a preview of the evil and sent it packin' straight to Shell in time to save Townsville Drown in your crown and distill ego out Piece together a sunken treasure map I revel in the fact that no matter what actions are practiced I can navigate the traffic Remain stripped of pain with my grip on the chain of the demons slain in the name of my own grace Grab a shovel and we'll bury their personal-space bubbles for the sake of the awe-struck and captivated Duped deviously by Dick Dastardly into believing that no soul dare come after me into the darkness I Swallowed 60 lighters to keep my internal embers eternal They burn brighter when my powers switch from nocturnal to turned on Enough pious fire to torch the unholy water armoire Surely I based my tact Purely Off of nurturing intentions alongside security mechanisms subsequently build around the struggling heart of a delinquent Flooding the town Leave the commoners speechless more frequent than simply on the weekend I teeter between rising with the sun and sleeping through the lectures deeper meanings only to unscramble them in the evening Fiending to feed the freedom seedlings something worth repeating
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Cunabear With a barrel full of epiphanies about how to traverse this lifetime’s strife Through the clouds of uncertainty I hold onto the sight of light beams in the distance Grant them access to pierce the darkness in my apartment I absolve and absorb the power in a performance of dormant glory Morning Glories crown my brow as I sprout the leaves I need to harvest emergent energy I am but a freshly sprouted bud Production of the people of the sun defying savagery as history dictated Attempt at existence defined to rearrange the statement Good gracious Whether perfect or perforated from attacks against the preferred stasis I remain Toughest homegrown puck-chucker on the Mighty Ducks Known to boogie before the battle’s begun Some of y’all look a little shook Playin hookey to Smoke girl scout cookies with a pack of wild rookies Wet fur for the clean up with a towel & sponge Long-haired Wookiee mating call for help when the defense is dissolved Only Ursaring to ever mega-evolve Bear in the Big Blue House of Snoring Rappers Slap a clapper cross your Snapchat You could even add a filter or a hashtag Every dap is passin' green like I’m playin hash-tag But I’m sure that you could smell that I’ve been my own man since I was my momma’s baby boy Clever devil questions every soul he comes across and every word he’s peddled in exchange for Khajit coin Internalize the inner voice that harks for flaws to focus on and get involved in better causes; Women’s safety at stake from all the rapist in commoners clothes attempting to turn overcompensation from lack of mutual attraction into common place caught me vomiting Black lives Baptized In Bathory’s bathtub and they wonder why our names live forever Bigots exist as bile while alive and buried somewhere forgotten beyond the expiration line We decided to capitalize and sold pitchforks and torches to the angry mobs circling porches Glistened eye for burning evil pigs at Burning Man I can turn 26 forms into 42 bones and play the xylophone on your tendons just to circle the throne Watch me alter your pose while your flesh wilts like a rose Grown too far from the thorn that announces your blood on your lover The floor is a wonderful host to your homes prior owners We tucked all their favorite songs deep beneath scorn for the humans that humbly stand over trap doors Watch the Phoenix reborn in a world without ashes or pearls See her fly through the night with a lateral swirl Encompass the moon Become all that blooms The treasures foretold in a kingdom of solace will never amount to the glory you give to announce yourself shepherd of many men's flocks Approaching the edge of the end of the world Let the wind blow your will through your fingers and hold the air still My resolve has turned camomile I relax into a free formed yellow and filter all that is mellow with feverish appeal My Family history is a verdant home Far from bounds of blood I dare not roam I can turn 26 forms into 42 bones and play the xylophone on your tendons just to circle the throne Watch me alter your pose while your flesh wilts like a rose Grown too far from the thorn that announces your blood on your lover The floor is a wonderful host to your homes prior owners We tucked all their favorite songs deep beneath scorn for the humans that humbly stand over trap doors Watch the Phoenix reborn in a world without ashes or pearls See her fly through the night with a lateral swirl Encompass the moon Become all that blooms
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Happy is the man who gains wisdom and understanding Hungry is the dog who only feasts when it’s been fed There’s Not a motive operandi than can qualify these inequalities I face The window and send prayers to all my kinfolk Peel back The stencil and see your historical text in picture book formation This nation ain’t all it’s claiming Built upon a slave’s shift and sunk the truth along with all these slave ships Turn on the lights and watch the population’s brains twitch Turn off the lights and see the whites of their eyes Titans scoff at that Heracles-pride And the last laugh is delivered bed-side to the Captain of the Capsized Pondering Ruroni roam the streets with swords unsheathed Cause these days a piggie Feeds his family homegrown niggas feet If we ain’t out here skewering their lies and hanging hunter-heads on the mailbox by the apple that fell right beside the tree to protect our families from these Death Bots Politicians found in a net meant for fishing with all their ligaments missing The next time there’s a mass shooting I ain’t rooting for your stolen-hometeam I’ll fight to save the sap of the Evergleam That’s meant to bless the kind with serenity
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To teach is to learn twice So I swallowed my pride and spit up my fear Facing obelisks of discrimination with a strange case of resting-stoner-face Taking licks for the weak of will and hurling hairballs of wit at the graphs projected Perfected what it means to be the bigger man before I quit managing social working again Emulsion of the patron and the one in need of a corpse to burn That toe-tag had my last name Slid that squib into the Rebel slab Revived a vial of ink dark enough to make a squid madder than the sea-sponges who wont quit buggin’ em I write Snapple facts on the bottom of the brim on my Sherlock cap Wriggle into crevices where your booty claps can’t echo King of the Deerstalkers is a devil in the bedroom Operations appear to apparate awkwardly outside the natural habitat Scalpel the present-tense as a matter of fact Disperse through multivitamins to increase the sample size My tummy grows bummy-sized when I’m surrounded by liars of the third kind My body moves through the heart of the human, the mind of the ever-learner & the blood of the rebellious Define my own state of mind as surrealistically empirical True to truth Description of man’s most vital missions Organically grown and mechanically lifted Depressed soul and an empowered spirit Receptive ear face the giants who whisper Black skinned and so gifted I’m from a cookie dough neighborhood where every home is the same Left to embrace cowardice and was awarded for being brave Slice the Nice off that knave That sent whole earth whirling in that endless black excellence Knighted by a king and deemed heaven-sent Approach when the princess sneeze with a tissue Got that magic blessing embalmed in my palm I’m high just on the memories of you Devoted like Ralph to Nayru Always 2 steps behind saving you but traveling through time to find my love I’ll know it when you sing and pluck my heart’s harp strings Like small fairies plucking blueberries off that burning tree Love is the mightiest of all weapons I’ve seen it tested I’ve seen it bless men I’ve seen it tested My body moves through the heart of the human, the mind of the ever-learner & the blood of the rebellious Define my own state of mind as surrealistically empirical True to truth Description of man’s most vital missions Organically grown and mechanically lifted Receptive ear face the giants who whisper Black skinned and so gifted Love is the mightiest of all weapons I’ve seen it tested I’ve seen it bless men I’ve seen it tested ___________________ Looking for god in a split gar and spare machine parts bartered for banana splits Even the dead stilt walk on Halloween Evil in the head still talk quips, and spit shit upon your Twitter feed Heels his demons by the doorway when Ganondorf attempts the unwarranted foreplay Pull a meteor staff Burn grass and light the path all in the same puff, puff, pass You dropped a diamond in the sewer drain while picking up pennies in the pouring rain Plane Jane with what sparks your mainframe unless desires become immediate requirements Swallower of vitamins and my holy liveliness Absorb swords or learn to acquire strength Righteousness until an earthly retirement Exude fumes of all kinds of enlightenment without all the piousness Find enough Power Moons to make the Iliad envious of the ship I whip Quick quips Lickity-split got enough junk in the trunk to privilege a few villagers With plans to make a great escape from the planet unscathed like Dillinger DIY till I die, 20 feet to the side of the lime light and way before my time Can’t chase time in any direction Allow space for growth and open perception and catch a fist to chin connection if you dare threaten the brethren and sister-kin Hang a BearTooth Gem from the ceiling fan Clink drinks when the peace begin And spread the same cheer to the fellow man
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I rock a Custom hustle with a lowercase c Platform jumpman climb the castle and seize the steeze That’s style & ease, with guile and cunning Cuna slide on ice towards a cold hard grind With a low bar grip And a slump limp bubba-gump grin On the globe I twist Nigga Flick this wrist And watch the script he writ Lift the whole damn building I Toss my stilts when I wanna show you how You really tower over quilt-wielding deceivers Got a message subliminally sewn into that woven thread Screaming “Follow Me, All Ye Non-Believers!” And watch a preacher guide the weaker to their assigned seats inside this glass of Ether Lemmings teeter on the ledge’s edge each evening Nigga Kiss these knees when you shiitake fools shroomin’ shit from the mouth of the ground I spit your seedlings out Decompose these lines and re-write time just to find yourself reincarnated once again at the back of the fuckin line, might Make me wanna smash this magic Ocarina Cause I can’t dance my life away when engulfed in such obscene bliss Fuck total control Said I’m in tune with letting go Fuck total control Said I’m in tune with letting go The elders always know what ways you’re unprepared to behold Open your soul Flow in tune with letting go
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Got enough Wrinkles in his dress shirts to tell every tale as old as time Kept his thumb on the rewind button to watch the mutton chops fade back away from his chin and recede into the skin again Grandma’s cottage behind the railroad’s picked offense Caught me scribbling unprovoked Death Notes in a 2-toned overcoat Digging into scabs like the ditch is a pitchfork meant to lift retorts above the accompanied language while lacking in anguish Chariots dragging Yes-Men by the ankles into the lions den Law practiced as it was written As it is Demolition of the fight for the cause Cover all these proverbial scars in play-school gauze A ménage a trois of symptoms Lack of money weed and bitches got every b-roll nigga’s lymph nodes twitching Caught a battalion of bubble boys in a typhoon fighting Repliforce Renegades just to send a few white doves my way Magma Dragoon Vomiting lava in the living room on a Sunday afternoon The sound of mediocrity overpowered by the death of autotune as anything but a spiritual bloom Swore all good deed-doers were doomed to die young Addicted to the short fits of bliss where there’s not a single notification to click Bear necessities kept me sleepin' easy on a paper chase Filtered kickdrum metronome switch to a snare hit and syncopate on loop to help me meditate I think I lost that key to Heaven’s gates while stumbling out the hookah place Wouldn’t surprise me Lately I tend to only keep a stone-mask face and avoid everything involving pacing in a commonplace Facing all the blunts I roll cause I only buy a gram a week Green leaves still drop a vine for me to smoke up the spine of the Great Deku Tree Played the savior to so many days that You would swear it was my destiny Catch a fish to set it free And the same for your humanity Caught em ridin ‘round With a masamune drawn And an Ifrit, seeing red Go to war with the system-core Adept rogue with the dual swords And a bounty on the board for my head Keep a low profile when surrounded by hostiles so I can sleep soundly on my bed Poetic flow to pay the rent and ensure my time is well-spent Swell the hearts waves Kick a record Flipped Mongo push, switch Mucho Mango to the neck ‘till I’m dead Till I’m dead, dead, dead, dead Barbershop quartet conquering the fortress Riding nimbus cloud porches across Double-Dash courses Copped the first place sash of course And the House of Snoring Rappers cappin’ slappers from a bedroom mattress Cuna BearTooth Captain Eating rappers with my fingers and no napkins What’s happening is the sound of the Weapon Natural Selection versus the threat of objective decisions, clustered closely within Delusions clustered closely within
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The last time I was here I swam naked with strangers Gazed upon the world from a glass dome and sang songs of sweet smoke until we had to go home It is Where you’re forcibly reminded to exist within the moment Hostel in the forest Haven for those broken by the “real world” antics of bill payments Worn pavement through once beautiful landscapes And watching The Real World, within the real world, while the real World decays I declared myself as vitamins A dose of me for everybody Brought casualties to cease Bleeding out to rid the world of abnormalities But you know somewhere someone’s suffering while average blokes count breasts and strokes Adorn ebony mail when traversing through the hood Stand tall for the day called good Swear to sweater-god Poisoner of the demigods Provide societal amputees who make love to rock-climbers a perpetual lift 3 feet above the cliffs and seismic toss ‘em into the distance I keep malarkey on me like my dad’s favorite bible Sight on a mission It reminds me to be never-idle in my quest to conquer these colossus-sized idols Suddenly middle ground don’t feel so neutral in style or structurally sound Saw Demons turning up the heat Screaming “Now’s the time to flee!” Burn a preacher down to cinders just to tenderize the meat Makes no difference to the fools who don’t see what they’re eating Don’t know Don’t care As long as prayer proceeds to feeding fucking and sleeping Now now, no cheating Peeping answers from the seat adjacent to me Lunch bell tolls as we pause and bee-line to the feast Watch a niggas lungs collapse as soon as all the endorphins are released Pleasure Island for the wild ones with a home to retreat to means All actions must be categorized as see-through Regal with NBA 2K Street rules
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Can’t purchase pleasure per chance Planting penny seeds while I do a money-dance in my monkey suit Dress the same way everyday like I’m living in a cartoon Simulation Won’t catch me wasting my waist on bar food Dragon meat-eater skinny dipping chum buckets in a shark pool When I return to the Poo Crew with treasures and jewels they prepare the golden throne so I can shit on a bar stool Don’t tell me them fools ain’t cool The proof is in the pudding and if I want it I’ll cop a spoonful Cops run on their own rules and sacrifice appetite for human decency at the candlelight vigil of a black boy who never took a life The sun hurts my eyes Been bit by a vampire pale skin dark bloodshed empire in the name of white-power Killing niggas (Hour after hour) You can gentrify my home But you can’t gentrify my soul You can poison all the water Steal the crops watch em burn Take a Biggoron sword to the throat and when I scream the flames will show My momma always told me that I reap exactly what I sew So watch me dive in the dirt to put my all in this growth Watch me die in this dirt Live like no one, give like no one Oh Telecaster Love Pluck my strings and orchestrate a symphony above me I hesitate to seem like anyone you’ve seen At any time I could fall In love You strum my favorite vibrations I wish I was braver Hold me accountable for this favor Attempts to assimilate feelings in your favor But the flavor is indistinct on your tongue Pulls the full course back to the start Too young Too romance minded Mind grinds to find the time when she looks into your eyes Chicken Little Skies Every ceiling tile crumbles infantile style Mumbles something about IOU’s and ILY’s like You say it once as acupuncture applied Release each nerve until I get the nerves aligned like planets provided I saw my own universe spliced before my fucking eyes Watched then reached across carpeting and carpentry to find Your hand tucked and hidden from this humble man’s abode As you know the devil is a montage on repeat of all your least favorite ghosts Holy Host of all loneliness Elixir of life is love of life and love in life And “I miss you”’s typed with typos into the phone So it goes I wish I was braver
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BearTooth Collective presents: "Ursine Valor", by cunabear.

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released April 19, 2018

Vocals and Lyrics written, recorded, & performed by cunabear.

Track 2 produced by On Air.
Track 3 produced by Sun God.
Track 4 produced by Quote.
Track 5 (Measure #1) produced by sp00ks.
Track 5 (Measure #2) produced by untold Mysteries.
Track 6 (Measure #1) produced by Mayor.
Track 6 (Measure #2) produced by Musikal.
Track 7 produced by Ekko.
Track 8 (Measure #1) produced by @mzespnfu.
Track 8 (Measure #2) produced by misterE.
Track 9 produced by Nayz.

Bonus Track (10) produced by Lightning Pill (aka. blank videotapes).
Tracks 1, 7, & 9, remixed by sp00ks

Sample on Track 1, originally written, composed & performed by Kamasi Washington & Miles Mosley.

Written & Recorded in the House Of Snoring Rappers.
Black High-5, guiding and presiding over everything.
Blessing to the BearTooth Collective.

The Last Of Its Kind.

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cunabear Savannah, Georgia

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Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

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