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Zebehazy Summer

by Passalacqua

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1.
Better Made 01:03
2.
Lovers Leap 03:03
I've been driving like a maniac For what seems like days Through mountains that deserve a bit more attention I reckon But I can't say for certain which direction My thoughts plan to turn as this road, it keeps stretchin' For now it's on two things: The venue I'm headed to, and the unabashed iridescence that you bring Outshining the former in every instance Intensifying over prolonged distance If the bottom falls out of this hunk-o'-junk I'm driving before I'm home Then this bedraggled bag o' bones'll Walk however far that they need to go to Trace your spine with the bridge of my nose, and to Synchronize our accelerated pulses Revel in the joy of stomach muscles convulsing Once again, Whether a week or month more, First thing when I get back, I'm headed to your door to just chill... Come on with the come-ons and so on And so forth to go on If I have step and you move slow We prolong a sure thing Imagine what it could bring We been gun shy for so long I wouldn't be here if I wasn't meant to be in your existence That's gotta have some worth From the summit to the bivouac Back to the bottom where we climb again Til something in our lungs burst Now we on the edge looking for the right signs The locks in your hair symbolize a lifetime And I been knowing you, watching you, wondering When you will let me into where you say your sun don't shine No need for jitters and cold feet Everything natural is the motif You never been open to the elements Me, with my emotions We both in it so deep Salvation over the red rocks Mercy under the sky Consumed by this glorious high We fly... And as we leap we leap into forever We fly... To all my loved ones, hope they read this letter
3.
Wake up, Wanna bake up but I can't, So I just put my pants on one leg at a time I go to check my email, Ended up getting one from, Her, she couldn't fulfill everything I desire I don't want this messy Yolk up on my bread now, Getting all of it soggy, complicated and awkward So I go to my job where, I don't get much accomplished, All stuffed up and groggy with no money for the doctor I'm a rambling idiot, nit-picky belligerent Ick-sticky incinerator- y'see? I drift from topics easily. Needless seaming all this stream-of-conscious scenery With eagerness to speak on allegiance between the weed and me Daydreaming until, the clock it hits 5 Then I'm then I'm off on a 20-minute drive Leading me back home, where I can get in that zone Writing up a damn song, and my bad mood is gone Sun shining as strong as raw garlic Working on a gold medal farmers tan until I'm carsick I for one am sick of these persnickety parsnips That try to gain admission to my starship But they done miss the target Talkin' all that, talkin' all that garbage Reekin' like a Bushwhackers armpit - hey, Now I'm no Rick "The Model Martel" or Mr. Perfect, But Spike Dudley's shouldn't be messin' with El Gigante's
4.
Ms. Washington, I gotta ask just why you feel the need to cut my supply? I'm flattered you feel I'm such a hardworking guy, but, I can assure you I ain't got the job That you think I'm driving off to For something like 8 Hours out of everyday - it ain't true And that is no lie I'm wondering how you could even think that way The flat-screen that got delivered, it isn't mine And as far as leaving in the morning dressed to the nines? I really feel that's some hullabaloo and I don't wanna discuss Minutia that you're trying to pursue (Uh huh, uh huh) I'm flummoxed, Ms. W I was contemplating whether or not I would trouble ya But the fact that you would even consider to cut up my Card like that, bitch, you're aiming at my jugular! Oh, Ms. Washington Don't terminate my funds I'm having too much fun That time won't ever come Gotta get my nails done - gotta get my coke and rum It's not my problem That you can't see the truth If the imperial, national, capital wanna claim me Well then Ms. Washington gotta pay me Gimme money so my girl don't gotta strip like copper thieves All she wanna do is confess to shopping sprees Knock some knees, brush the shoulders of the highest villains Sip Pinot Grigio with penicillin, talk philosophy Socrates and Sappho Just enough money left to dress up and press out her afro Cash flow run longer than the Euphrates Been benefiting since the mid 80s You see her daddy was a stone roller, neighborhood bone donor Knocked her mama up and the mama got lazy And the baby grew up on state assistance, health care, Welfare, food-stamps that's all she know And for us to cuddle up then I had to double up So I applied to and my money's hardly low I really ain't kill nobody Ain't no crime But if I get denied one more time I'm afraid she'll leave And use the same card that she get over to live To get over the bridge Yeah Ms. Washington why don't you understand? I said, uh, Ms. Washington, why don't you understand what I'm doin'?
5.
Sirens (free) 03:54
It was a warm white night with a full black moon All the original sins croon in the back room Bird women with dragon tattoos The daughters of the earth Draw me in like a fuckin' vacuum Irresistibly weak Persephone sweet Women of the underworld tend to give a different release They want my death tragic Like a meth addict When it's all over turn around and wet rag it The sex magic Voodoo Shred me to pieces Love me with a song Don't got no love for these creatures Leeches Yearn for men in search of treasure On the beaches naked looking like Fran Drescher Sound like her too A voice to kill I succumb to her wrath get it moist until Everybody in the same trance (YES) Everybody do the same dance (YES) Just this one night with you Is all I need to make you mine... Ice cold easy Make you want to scream These aviated harlots, they are out for me Insistent upon unbeknownst alchemy I never felt that kinship, and yet, I can assess They're out to turn a smooth sail into a shipwreck Out to turn a smooth sail into a shipwreck And ring once again as a signal of distress Chimerical voices, foisted on planks of ravaged men Given little in the way of choices The windswept oft forget that a tempest, It doesn't mind transforming into a temptress Two-winged seductress - coquettish go-getter Banking on a mariner overboard Man, what an overlord, making me nauseous If without wax, better befriend an Orpheus Or you and your associates are gonna gonna fall prey To the lilt that these maidens have put on display...
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7.
Face look like a stained window In a room playing the same demo The pain's mental like my mind's burning in flames with no escape Like I'm stuck When's the last time I ate, when's the last time I slept What the fuck? Deprivation flows All that's left is my spoken words Cut me open see the broken nerves 17 was a very good year, soft nights Me and small town girls used to hide from the lights But now the days grow short Lord knows I want plenty more I'm in the autumn of my years at 24 I'm an insomniac and a hypochondriac Macabre thoughts knock at every door Cock back, I'm at heavy war with myself There's nobody else See I'm the only one Try'na hold it all together With small change and a feigned smile Darkness all around Blocking out the sun He knows that he's falling - I hope you don't. It's one of those nice nights in the city That I'm all too accustom to: People try to get a hold of me any way that they can, so Pickin' up the phone's one thing I never do, 'cause Inside of my mind, it happens a lot And it's approximately whenever the rappin' will stop When I'm consumed by the gloom of debt and gotta Figure out a way to get a bit of grub by tomorrow Creative process slows, glazin' over envelopes that read, "Important Account Information Enclosed" ...and three times a day, Sallie Mae's on my case with the same ol' same With a gallon of gas at $3.78 Exacerbating my bank account at a pace That I cannot catch up to, focus disintegrates Due to beers that I chase with a blunt to the face [Ben Miles] My mind's spinning like a fan blade Bugging out about my mincy little fan base, really need a damn break I'm trying to get on, and every single beat I spit on I shit on but nobody listens These little shows are like prisons This 30 person crowd got my heart banging loud I'm stressed the fuck out Either I can't rap for shit or being the shit just doesn't make a difference Keep the hating to a minimum act like a gentleman Go to crowded shows and I clap at the end of them But the envy got me feeling greener than a gremlin The upper echelon's lexicon ain't no better than The penmanship I'm peddling or pedigree I represent I'm the only one who seems to see that Maybe I should put the mic down and just ease back Whole thing's got me stressed out, I don't need that...
8.
You see I rap a story great at an ambulatory pace Some shit I'm just too old for, call it statutory rape But I plant my seed Call me Johnny You my apple, orange and grape Urban farmer, turn your ground up, here's a sample for your taste I put in hard work Baby, I'ma stallworth Your raps like chewing plastic, carcinogens make my jaws hurt Killing me slow, yo, my ears burn but over the years learned that What pushes my buttons the same thing that makes my gears turn So the rapture's like the best day ever Infinitely moving over worse or for better Never let up We just playing those rare 45's That shit'll get you live The A & B sides All love, we vibe Yet we vie for who the leader I stand accused repeat offender off funky cool medina No time for tweeting dirty photographs to Huma Weiner No lie I'm out the door before they realize what's between us In a 69 fast back, with 69 flashbacks of how we got up in this mess Like 69 ass crack Skip beyond pass that I'm heading into exile, come back with the freshest textiles Next I'll see my haberdasher ask him what suit should I wear French cuffs up insert something beautiful there Around my arm that I found around the way Play my music and her hair go round & round Call her hula-hoop head She got me spinning like I'm breathing air through a paper bag Lick her face just to make her mad Cause I love her like I love every girl like I love every summer I'ma seasonal polygamist with regional participants in numbers.
9.
Pool parties, open wine bottles, stale peppermints Horseflies, talking heads, talking bout the deficit Apple Pie Moonshine, afternoon high June, July-end, playing chess with friends Deodato plays in a Woodbridge haze Heat index at 108 - I won't shave Late-night coney runs, barbecue Better Made's Valentine Vodka in the Paul Newman lemonade Drive-ins watching mobster movies with dark shades, As if I'm made like "FUCK YOU, PAY ME" Maple syrup and a slice of bread made due Position four fans gotta portable AC It's the same in Carolina as it is in Illinois And everywhere else - whether waterside, Shore-front, driver's seat, backyard, rooftop, et al. Breathe in your Sunset City. 'Cause this is Sunset City. Runny nose, stuffy nose, transformers blow, Lockouts, shutdowns, mushrooms grow, Day breakers, they break us And I'm just a happy slave with a gilded watch and a nappy mane Oberon's, modern music ride-a-rounds, stormy lakes Holdin' on to all that remains of these summer days But there ain't much at all no more, there ain't much at all... The stress don't leave and the breeze is a brevity But it's quite difficult to set aside the energy We smoke up, drink up, soak up, etcetera Me, you, and Sunset City.
10.
Own Thing 03:06
I rhyme when I'm asleep, I rhyme when I'm awake I rhyme anytime I decide I want to say Just what's on my mind, it's just how it comes Over Stubblefield drums, the funky bassline And whatever else Erno will add to the background I'm cool with - think you can step is foolish 10 years in the making, hard work and patience Will age our craft and we continue to do this! I think I'm some player Drum major of the movement Gunslinger Like I'm James Beckworth Fur trader by day, work so hard that I gotta bloody arm But I gotta great network Head first when I fall in a reservoir So far ahead of y'all like I built my own timepiece I check every hour on the hour for arrival making sure that I'm landing on time, see I grew up on an air force base with a snare horn bass and that boom-boom-clap And uh, I hate unoriginal material That off-brand cereal, that shoe-coon rap And uh my rhythm so Arcadian, radiant, say again brother do you gotta minute gotta minute? What's the definition of ya' style I dunno I just make it up like watermelon watermelon UH!

credits

released October 26, 2011

Mister x Blaksmith x Erno The Inferno

@thenameismister -- heyitsmister.com
@theblaksmith -- coldmenyoung.com
@ernotheinferno -- ernotheinferno.tumblr.com


Produced/Engineered/Mixed/Mastered by Justin Weiss (Ferndale, MI)
Additional vocals: LynShannon Denise, Sara Fraser, Lisa Stocking, Chris Butterfield, Ben Miles
Saxophone: Dave Daniele

Special thanks to Rich Hunt

Artwork: Hellofreaks.com

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