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(Claud Six)
Too much at stake to slack and pretend to play
Everything is real. Everything is Ender’s Game
Every seven seconds they checking like, “Are you entertained”
Stealing from my citrus tree, then selling me the lemonade
(Kurn't Cobain)
Cough in the windpipe, talk on the TV
Thanks for the insight, fuck off and feed me
Gut on the warpath, hand superseding
Look what you made us, why are you bleeding?
(Blake Ambrose)
Draw up and hush the team
Driving all our rusty dreams
This seemingly busted scene
Just shelter for stolen production means
(Chorus)
I’ve got not pay so no tolls so no way
I’ve got not pay so no tolls so no way
I’ve got not pay so no tolls so no way
I’ve got not pay so no tolls so no way
(Toast)
No shame and no sense when nonsense makes dollars
I fight for what the people need no time for feeling bothered
How many demons does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Enough to keep the mind alive from a flame that burns insightful
(Kurn't Cobain)
I found struggle underneath the moon
Poor people hating poor people too
More people breaking more people, cool
Life's a bitch, eat the rich
(Blake Ambrose)
An EMP and anarchy ensues
Since when’s a battle scar a bruise?
Resources have they all been used?
Yes, can’t say I’m adequately amused
(Claud Six)
Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Something, Something
I’ve probably said it before
Still I got my gums a bumpin’
I’m a talk my shit some more
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2. |
Black Walder
02:44
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(Blake Ambrose)
A ciesta for the people
In the shadow of the steeple
As we haystacked the needle
And argued our favorite beetle
Equals, Ringo round the outbreak
Yesterday only exists for me to outdate
This are thoughts the loud makes
Wake up the next morning, still think it sounds great
Let me mark my calendar so I don’t space it
I can get to the kitchen knife if you know where the mace is
My name is known amongst the rally of the faceless
Under the swaying hemlock catching a breeze while escaping stasis
(Chorus)
Hunting for some, hunting for some shade, shade, shade
In the middle, in the middle of the day, day, day
Senses, senses all on red, nerves all on fray
Need to, need to get some rest before I’m prey, prey, prey
(Claud Six)
R4PC4MP the nicest neighborhood front porch gang
Win at every board game, dunk on every door frame
Fully sharp extraordinaires, spar and let the swords clang
Boysenberry war paint, guided by the orange flame
Tangled up in that cat’s cradle, play it cool as that ice 9
Cock the brim of that black halo, sip a swig of that white wine
Pray to some kind of deity, no Jesus piece just the peace in me
Get down on my knees like a freakaleek, then I sugar plum dream til I’m deep asleep (ay)
(Kurn't Cobain)
One last dip into the gutter for your dude
Just to rise up out the ashes, that's a big fucking mood
Punch a punch another clock, cause it gathers me food
But it makes me wanna holler like I'm DJ Clue
Write me a new narrative, it's what I need, I swear it is
When absent hope and without joy, you find out just how rare it is
When you don't need shit, there it is, so fuck that hope and praying
Imma go without and search within and that's the shade I'll lay in
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3. |
Mower ft Alex Toast
02:36
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(Blake Ambrose)
Unknown your taste is, Satisfaction chase it
Weep in the graces, cheapen the vagrants
Keeping the basis, case by cases
Sitting on pocket aces, holding many faces
God of my own timeline, peanut galleries are all my mind
What happens to a man who razes his home?
Are these questions which we want the answers to be known?
I’m looking under every rock you find, polish, and sold
That’s a mine in the earth, you thought was a hole
(Alex Toast)
Comfort in a moment
Deeper things take time
More leaves less unknown
So how much do you know?
(Kurn't Cobain)
Let my shadow put my best foot forward
Leave the gallows, walk a little bit slower
Hope my death rattle sounds like a mower
Ego is a passenger, feed it to a scavenger
Fresh grass and lavender, wiggle my bones
Into a comfortable cage and mistake it for home
Never really cared for your image of me
You can give me all your thoughts but I'm setting em free
(Claud Six)
Diggin for a 42, in hopes I don’t get 86’d
Scrolling through creation myths, to help explain the way it is
May have missed some markers, but my archer arrows aim and hit
Concentrating wits to try and make this simulation glitch
It’s heavy or it’s helium, if you let the spirit tell it
Chicken Little’s chorus calls, I advise you wear a helmet
Hit a little cortisol, the muscles ache, the body’s sore
The mind is frayed, the eyes are dusty, the heart is strong and wanting more
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4. |
Deep Stay, Gent
02:33
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(Kurn't Cobain)
Bite on the hand that feeds you
everything it wants you to think you need
Got some shit I should see to
But it ain't no fun if their homies don't get that greed
I don't want no seeds
Money on low, so family is not my steez
Table for one please
I'm out celebrating that my bloodline ends with me
Take what you can while you can
Jaywalk n shit, stick it to the man
Paying off debt, I am not a fan
We're all gonna die with IOUs in the can
Help the shit hit the fan
Dying from stress is not the jam
Get that pearl when you crack the clam
The rich won't take down themselves
God damn
(Hook)
Buying it feels good doesn’t it
Abyss asks what you’d shove in it
It’s circles within circles and how you lovin’ it.
One last meme to break the government
Buying it feels good doesn’t it
Abyss asks what you’d shove in it
It’s circles within circles and how you lovin’ it.
One last meme to break the government x8
(Claud SIx)
Why you always lying
Then try to deny it
Play those games, you stay the same
We changing like the climate
You been so behind it
I’m out front and vibin’
We kill the fake and silly takes
Then infiltrate your wiring
I was on an island
Far from any tyrant
Cloudy skies, pouty eyes
Surrounded by the sirens
But now I’m back and wylin’
In yo’ face and smilin’
Done boomeranged, got shooter’s aim
My goofy gang is dialed in
(Hook)
Buying it feels good doesn’t it
Abyss asks what you’d shove in it
It’s circles within circles and how you lovin’ it.
One last meme to break the government
Buying it feels good doesn’t it
Abyss asks what you’d shove in it
It’s circles within circles and how you lovin’ it.
One last meme to break the government x8
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5. |
Animals at Dawn
01:36
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6. |
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(Kurn't Cobain)
Feed me IPAs, I might be like ayy
We should show our age and listen to Dre
We should fucking rap and never get paid
Blue collar drunkie cradle to grave
Thinking of a masterplan
Raspy voice, Zatarain's
Jaeger Bombs, Don Dada
Wack shit, I've done nada
Cruising alleyways looking for my shark tooth
Can't pay my bills so I'm rapping in a dark booth
(Blake Ambrose)
Best practice, flex ad libs, mess static, to think I packed a lunch
Stress adds it, fest captain, chess habit, my brain hacked a hunch
Slacking much, in the tassel touch, you’re all a tease to me
Holding fishing rods in the lightning storm channeling where relief could be
Easy doves it, it washes peacefully
Needy cousins, and life’s thievery
You can’t respend the sand
Marvel at the splendor in your hands
Heat it til it’s the glass casing
School life in the back pacing
Humboldt fog while your rats racing
Vat’s vaping your past adjacent
(Claud Six)
Claudy like a clydesdale stomping through the shindig
No opportunity knocking, the door is off the hinges
The 1990 infinity sign celebrator
We moving up like elevators, few dope dudes
Golden era, black and white film, blue note blues
Role player extraordinaire with Kukoc moves
We at the plateau, feeling like a pachy on the backbone
Small pond transplant adapting like a tadpole, shit
Prolly never hop inside the tour van again
I’ve had my share of long nights and war bandages
Gargantuan gut shots, a bunch of poor planning and
An A.M. headache pounding like Thor’s hammering (uh)
Luda on the job, no powers or cape
No sweat, no prob, no hour delay
No need for reciprocity or showering praise
Just a friendly fistbump and a how was your day (yo)
(Alex Toast)
How should we navigate?
Wait! I did it again!
I “should-ed” myself even though I always tell my friends
That nothing must be done
There’s always choices
There’s no box to hold our limitless potential
When we’re trying to break out the mold
So if you’re slangin’ sandwiches to Hurry Up n Wait
The Sting will only come if what you’re doing isn’t great
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7. |
Suburbia
03:24
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(Kurn't Cobain)
Life ain't nothing but pipe dreams, no payoffs
Comfort to chaos, want Bernies, get Madoffs
Finally pick your weapon for the mission, see the tradeoffs
Your gun ain't saving this country, chill Adolf
Everybody's clucking but nobody's talking sense
Spitting jokes at solid armor, thinking wet spots are the dents
Tossing bricks at neighbors' windows, never look over the fence
You're a part of the freak show, bow, ladies and gents
I just wanna live life away from these fools
Not work it all away until I die with the blues
No matter what I've done, I feel like I lose
But I wouldn't start a war because my ego is bruised
It can burn though, I hope it does slow
It's a fire sale, everybody must go
It's getting dark and we're surrounded by fascists
I say we light it up and sort em from the ashes
(Claud Six)
Everything’s on fire, everything is burning up
But all the consequences have yet to reach suburbia
So everything is fine, no worries when they’re turning up
But Falling isn’t flying, unaffected ain’t impervious
Everything’s a drag, so pull me through the earth and mud
Face up so I can link the lights that make up perseus
Everything is down, something messed the servers up
So we’re praying to a being that would never worship us
Take me to eternia
Take me to eternia
(Blake Ambrose)
Coke bottle hourglass inside of rimmed spectacles
Let the healer hold your child upon the grim pedestal
Before you fight gravity against the trimmed petal float
Let’s have a hardy har at this sick meta joke
Better woke by the lights and pushing buttons
Grew in a shelled out world, always craving something
Seeing from a hollow self, confidence is practiced buffing
The Amazon’s ablaze, there is footage of drowning puffins
Checking my phone, hitting a scroll
That’s not feeding my soul, its distracting my mind
Another depleting toll, we measure the maximized time
You’re a mammal, seasons hold sway, so to crash is a right
Vast is the vibe, if you can afford to relax with your tribe
For many it’s just survive, as the systems tax on your life
Is it the ceaseless night? The fleas on some mice?
An uneven end to strife?
When cul de sac m wrap cheapens your life.
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8. |
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(Blake Ambrose)
Sorry for the times I was your manic elven dream boy
A bearded weirdo velvet decoy
All the while delving to make deep noise
The type you don’t feed after midnight but seems coy
If it was the analogy woulda riffed into the deep void
Never made a habit of it, my guy he toyed
Getting filmed on the front porch, posting about being e-noid
(Blake Ambrose)
Sharing a smoke with a friend in the shadow of the mountain
I said it’s been exactly six years since I stopped counting
He smiled, the paradox is life, so drink it from the fountain
Organize the input, so you can off gas when the pressure’s mounting
I’m not sure life was meant to be viewed at this speed
Of if there is meaning to anything my G!
Floating in the slip stream, on to ten, flex on fifteen
The point of it missed me, the fog eclipsing, see you need mist beams
(Kurn't Cobain)
Survive and repeat, never let the word end breathe air through your teeth
Goats don't roll solo that's why they'll bleat
Sometimes you need a circle to find some relief
Survive and repeat
(Claud Six)
I’ve been twisting knobs, and frantically pulling tabs and levers
Running out of options for the droppin cabin pressure
Andre in my head, like nothing lasts forever
Forever, ever? Forever ever? I said I’d never
Settle then settled for never settling
Then set up in my setting and settled my bet on everything
The kettle’s singing pot disses, pot throwing kettle shots
Finally see the light then we get blinded by the megawatts
(Kurn't Cobain)
It was a long haul out to the west coast
I couldn't fast travel while enemies were near
I was encumbered, no home for my slumber
I'd rather throw stones at glass than build one from lumber
I was outnumbered by projections and intersections
Acting like rough roads never taught me lessons
I ran away and all I found were questions
At least I have those and these R4PC4MP sessions
(Claud Six)
R4PC4MP sessions, backpack trekkin’
Got that last dab resin in my abstract message
The lab rats sweatin’ while the fat cats stretching
Then they face the feline like they pack that weapon
I could trace the b-line to the wrong spot
Which is the right way, all advice fades when the jaw drops
Raw shock, shimmy through my Luda spinal fluid
If you gonna jump through the fire ain’t no better time to do it
(Kurn't Cobain)
I've been surrounded by fire and caskets, loss and asterisks
Trying to push my way through at times seemed hazardous
They say be grateful, but shit I ain't ask for this
But I'm also well aware that the thoughts I have are cancerous
Life ain't nothing but a series of unfortunate laments
The look on the face, doesn't speak for the intent
You can find Mt. Hood looking like Jabba the Hut
Or me anxious as hell, with my feet up
Survive and repeat
Never let the word end breathe air through your teeth
Goats don't roll solo, that's why they'll bleat
Sometimes you need a circle to find some relief
Survive and repeat
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9. |
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(Blake Ambrose)
Lunch rooms over Tut’s tomb
Rather be forgotten, than remembered for one move
We all bleed from the cut
But won’t heal it shut
Do triage in the hut
I still feel it in my gut
Sink thrown with most everything else
Has a spot on the teetering shelf
Self worth, health blurs, in the metering wealth
Sucking ice chips in sight of the eatery hell
(Kurn't Cobain)
Superhero maybe, got a dark backstory
Living my life like it ain't really for me
Strutting my stuff like I got a bad knee
Ain't buying your shit cause I live ad free
Look at my face when I turn my back
You must be stuck but it ain't my trap
Feel that gut, are you full of crap?
I might need something but I don't need that
Round of applause
Thousands of flaws
Fist vs the paws
Give me the gauze
(Claud Six)
It ain’t paranoia it’s called being prepared
Lions, Tigers, and Bears, I’m completely aware
Wouldn’t bet the well-being on a leap and a prayer
It’s Shakespearean, player, a comedy of some errors
In the salt rust truck where all of the warning lights flash
Going forty-five fast, spitting fortified facts
Story-time, linked like a chorus line cast
Stay on point just like a porcupine back (yeah)
Round of applause
Out in the fog
Open and raw
Throw me the gauze
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10. |
Animals at High Noon
01:35
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11. |
Jurassic Nights
03:13
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(Claud Six)
I can find my way using nothing but the draco
Firebreather leader, see me guided by the faint glow
Ay yo
(Blake Ambrose)
With that calm stare
Nothing stays to keep you scared
So a throne is just a chair
Legs dangling in the air
I keep my path clear
But construction crews work overnight
On a bad rebound from a bad year
Solemn surrender to the only fight
Keeps cats fence sitting and singing
As the sky surfs through many tinges
Lost a game of miles in inches
Got back on the catepillar without flinching
For instance, I’m trailing in the real world
But my imagination feels pearl
And I’m scrubbing like steel wool
Second chance, I’m here for a meal bull
Tilt a whirl, the shill unfurled, hang a flag high
Here to found institution not get the bag my guy
String the words into a spell, postmodern magi
Label my things with the slack the gave me to hang myself by
Change my mind, all these options are the root of the problem
Stay in line, bars, a skeleton key in the coup with the goblins
Opposite side, picke flowers in spring, drink soup in autumn
Phase in the life that I find myself in the faultlands
(Claud Six)
No moths to the zapper on Jurassic Nights
No signals being sent up to the satellites
I be with the fam and folks like we in the afterlife
I been tryna do no wrong, but I aint, I aint had it right
(Claud Six)
I can tell the time using nothing but the moon beams
Luminous, salubrious, I’m moving in the cool breeze
Ooohhh weeeee
(Kurn't Cobain)
Leave that weed where it grows
Air, take that shit to the nose
don't take that path where it goes
When you feel those rocks stabbing at your toes
Don't leave that choice to a sign
Those thoughts fucking up your mind
Those chills crawling up your spine
Get a little bit less when it turns out fine
This life is a weird ass process
had a lot of friends and now I've got less
I do not care what a bot says
Think what I want about that Lochness
Monster, I've been in the past
When I lost it all, had grow up fast
Love knocks me down on my ass
when it all seems right, life's such a blast
And when I'm down it's a blur
I react, go numb, like a cat will purr
It's just a mat in the fur
But it feels like death, like a rapture
Well actually, actually, actually
One more setback and I'll reach mastery
Put these skill points into endurance
And one into luck for reassurance
This dark soul needs humanity
Praise that sun, save that vanity
Take that run, face insanity
I'm no jellyfish, I'm a manatee
Into the depths where I swim
These sharks I face with my chin
There's nothing under my skin
But a glow-in-the-dark skeleton
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12. |
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(Adam Cedar)
They're asking me, is this entertainment or just tragedy
Call for intervention or a rap CD
Actually its an invitation to a phylactery
A battery that's packed with beats
And charging from my arteries
Art to me is part and parcel of our darkest dreams
But it gets transmuted when we're making things
Basically, making friends and make amends we make it gleam
On weekends or in-between, I've seen the mute turn and sing
I've seen peasants turn to kings, blossomin
(Claud Six)
We in the trees with a sound sweeter than the Keebler House//
Some will need run the streets, I opt to peep the scenic route//
Keep it down or leave it loud, I toggle tween and weave around//
Like pardon me, I’m stalling til my oddities all even out//
Break a leg, tip the cap, bottoms up, ipecac//
Kicking back and stashing piece of me into bric a brac
No horcrux, no warm up, just toe touch and go
Put that fuel in my feelings til I go up in smoke, oh
(Rhymewave)
Fairweather trendsetters never been better.
Drones deliver messages in bottles. Y’all can send letters.
Go getter, flow better. Know how to grow peppers.
So impressed with Gilgamesh and epics with the most pressure.
Holy ghosts of moldy toast. Cozy in this rodeo.
Nosy with the phony notions got me gaspin’ holy smokes.
O-E-O-E-O-E Smokey Sunday homies gettin’ so deep.
In the lab and on the track. The pen and pad is in the moment.
A fleeting thought is captured. Factor in the deepest patterns.
Master of the greenest pastures. Had to eat the sweetest apples.
Be examples of how to leave the battle with no casualties.
This masterpiece is anarchy, and half the room is faculty.
This one time at R4PC4MP, we fit it all in like a pack rat.
Get it all in and imagine that. There’s hazmats in the panorama.
Takin’ cat naps in the back of verandas. Scratch that, got sacks like Santa.
Act fast of slip on bananas left upon the path.
(Blake Ambrose)
As for the proceeds
For me and my closies
To make more homilies of harmony
With homonyms of astronomy
“He used to be a Brewer’s Fan” Kurnt
Til he went all Astros on me
No bandwagon buddy
Just a hangdangling chubby
With a hand on what’s lumpy
As I shadowbox money, the mainecoon is hungry
Caffeinated pistons pumping
Thunder in the sky, syncopated heart thumping
Richter scale dart jumping
Noise in the darks something
Start runnin’ (start runnin’)
(Kurn't Cobain)
Man, don't make me get buck at Joanne's Fabrics
my life's been more inconsistent than Fitzmagick
eat beans in a theater and it ends up tragic
for a man with no butt, I've been getting my ass kicked
want someone to be the cheese powder to my mac noodles
instead of being stuck in a mismatch like fucking labradoodles
conventionally attractive women in MAGA hats look mad doo doo
and you ain't attracted to a man when he cries, you don't want that, do you?
(Alex Toast)
So I showed up late at a R4pc4mp and sat back
So I could meet the minds the buzz the hives n make the rhymes to get us by
There’s no free time, that shit’s expensive
We make sure we spend it in ways that won’t make us regret it
Do you do that too? Can you align with our crew:
Be aware of what you do and generations it’ll ripple through?
Grateful when our hands are holding wads of dirt and seeds worth sewing
Art is water, gets it growing
Keeps this Toast from molding.
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13. |
Animals at Dusk
01:21
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14. |
Take Part ft Alex Toast
02:26
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The world’s on fire, but I gotta, gotta chill out
I been up all night, but I’m still down
Spend the day tryna add to the wheelhouse
Make it known, real loud, on the go, peel out
Flip my lid over petty shit, no way
Keep the eye on the zenith til the glow fades
Keep my hands busy so I don’t grow angst
Say what up to the whole place, Aight, Aight okay
I was harmonizing with the dial tone
Now they spying on me through the cam on my phone
We hiding out, playing ghost in the graveyard
Pour one out for the homies who can’t take pa
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15. |
Great Blue Yonder
02:20
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(Blake Ambrose)
The American Chase is
Even I thought I was destined for greatness
Not five billionth on the waitlist
Embarrassed by the stasis in the status of my makeshift
Stellar unique playscript and the inevitable discovery
From a past where I thought for sure the boards would be hovering
Look back on choices through the butterfly effects fluttering
Would save the self injury, use this to grow instead of recovering
Open up and shove it in
The land where the glutton that eats gluttons loves
Response to any complaint is button it
It’s not generous just cuz something gives
(Claud Six)
Ain’t no comeback kid (no) Ain’t no pause or respawn (no)
Kicking up a cloud of dust, breathing the smog and freon (oh)
Ain’t no rocket ride out into the cosmic beyond (go)
You and I, til we die, and see the autumn’s neon (woah)
Don’t fall for the okey doke, maybe not woke, but I’m not comatose
I got the holy ghost up in my chromosomes, I go toe to toe with no rope a dope
We live in the place, live in the spot
Ear to the sound, eyes on the ops
Gotta right mind to go ahead and take the crown
Then hide that thing so it can’t be found
(Chorus)
Out there into the great blue yonder
Find what you’ve lost anyway you wonder
(Kurn't Cobain)
Swim with the bull, run with the fish
Take it all in, deepen the dish
Open your hand, make it a fist
Meet with the maker, make it your bitch
Marry the animal, sleep with the witch
Carry the feelings, bury the switch
Flip the hatchet, burn the kiss
Raise the casket, learn to wish
Thunder quietly, scream it aloud
Wonder piously, lone in a crowd
Calm anxiety, hard cloud
Drunk sobriety, serious vow
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