1. |
(BONUS) Strawberry Twist
05:08
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Blackberry Jams
01:49
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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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3. |
Seaberry Jams
02:16
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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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4. |
Raspberry Jams
04:54
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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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5. |
Lingonberry Jam
06:11
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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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7. |
Elderberry Jams
01:27
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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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8. |
Gojiberry Jams
05:58
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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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9. |
Cloudberry Jams
02:56
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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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10. |
(BONUS) Cranberry Jams
03:48
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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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12. |
(BONUS) Elderberry Twist
04:20
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13. |
(BONUS) Cloudberry Twist
02:56
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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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