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Hellgrammite

by No Sunlite for the Media

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Dobson Fly 02:04
A1: Dobson Fly (2:05) (What’s the matter with you? Don’t you read the papers? No, I prefer to get my information from more reliable sources, like rumor and small children. I don’t watch the news. I make it.) Stay away silly little dobson fly, they won’t play with a little dobson fly/So fly away silly little dobson fly, nothing to say to a little dobson fly/I won’t pay for a little dobson fly, stay away silly little dobson fly We can’t be numb/We feel the bite/The diagnosis/Can’t be right/Quarantined outside/Upstairs tonite/The spook’s alive and frightened of our fears of heights/Wax builds drips in reverse/We just hear of candelite/Fire the fireflies (Vespa…papapapa…) The torch! Here comes the torch! Fire the fireflies/Pay day today/Silly little dobson fly/Keep them at bay/All those little dobson flies/Back to larvae/Sickening hellgrammite/Follow the fireflies/Fire the fireflies
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St. Zita 00:18
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A3: Steal Yr Song (1:10) I know just how you must feel/You had to beg, borrow cheat ‘n’ steal for yr song/But it won’t belong to the men who made the rekkerds/Yer the one who wrecked it/You’ll make yr own ones my friend/It’s yr song (Stop the music! Don’t stop…)
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Hummingbird 00:58
A4: Hummingbird (0:57) I got a bird whistle ‘n’ some ringy thing
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Ocelli 00:27
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A6: Hang on These Words (3:16) (Which is why, I’ll tell you right now, the reason I can talk this way, and the reason why you can listen this way, and the reason this thing works is because it’s all based on one word, I could say it. I’ll send you home right now. We’re all done. & that one word that gives the whole mood of the evening. Everything develops on that, and this, believe me, is the Open Sesame. This is thee magic key. & I can dare you, if you don’t believe me, try it. & that magic key is the one word…YOU PUT IT ON A PEDESTAL!) How many times must you hang on these words? The MATH/The Master At The Helm/The Maniac’s Approach To Hiphop/I Must Act To Help/Well skip acrostic/I go across it and t’s get crossed/I burn my office cos no matter what material I set aflame at least I start it/& I starred in the ending while backs go bending I’m sick of trending which merely shows clothes expose nothing/Throw pose for bluffing/Which you gonna be the turkey or the stuffing? Lucky me, I tweak ‘n’ seek a new technique to reach into the souls in need of lobotomy/Oh gee! Oh my stars! Cover nose, block yr mouth, don’t catch SARS/Stay locked up but don’t stop the disease cos I’m breathing it in ‘n’ building immunities cos I’m living in the sickness/It spurs me on/Flick off the tick find a fiend to feed on/Beyond that, there’s just one prescription/I scrawl it out quick but I got clear diction/Slick, listen (Our lives changed punk rock) Listen don’t be sold on the product/Our CD-R’s are the raw antibiotic/Exotic? Not really but the form is symbolic/From solid to gas the medium can’t be charted/Or alacarted the whole structure has been flipped/Like a bang-diddy-bang in ‘75 that’s why NSFTM does this dip/With the impermanence it comes alive/Not sterilized, yes it will die/The cassette wear out/The CD skip/The paper packaging will rip/But that’s precisely why it is/Why it even does exist/Cos the language sticks/Sticks/Sticks/Sticks How many times must you hang on these words? (Every time that you say these words/We don’t think that you have heard) Math: Kick a verse, snatching up the purse, I pass the mic to her J-Bandana: Shake the money maker/Take yr piggy bank or/Take it from the banker/Give it to yr neighbor/How many times must you hang on these words? (Our band could be punk rock. Our band could be hip hop/You don’t stop the punk rock/First you punk rock the hip/Then you punk rock the hop/Then you hip rock the hop it don’t stop)
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A7: Take Me Out to the Ballgame (1:07) Try to save Barry Bonds for last cos I think he’s pretty much the most talked about as far as African American athletes, matter of fact as far as athletes go. Now, due to the new circumstances… I wanna hear some Boogie Down Productions. Yeah, but look, check it out, you got, Clemens, now involved in this. He’s like America’s hero. But they caved it back for him immediately ‘n’ now all of a sudden in the affidavits his statement is not included in that. Well Roger Clemens is one of the most talked about African American athletes in the nation today. But he’s not African American, yeah…thank you, anyhow… (Think like the boss)
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A8: Busting Up Bad Rap Tapes (1:30) (Look out!) Busting up bad rap tapes/Flipping hip hop pancakes/Take a taste, goodness sakes/Not fake, it won’t go to waste Pop open the case to the hard shell plastic/A backspin dismantle this cassette tape faster/Ain’t got a screwdriver I’ll use wrist twist action/Pull out the brown spools unattract the magnet/In fact it’s more useful to seal this package/Made less music then than it does as a wrapping/Brown paper envelopes tied up with tape/This is a way I don’t let whack rap go to waste/Cos take an honest look, does that album got power? Does it have shelf life? No that dip’s gone sour/Now yer realizing we’re all not cowards/Not bullied to buy dropping beats not pound notes/How dope? My album has found them unfounded/Astounded the sound is lo-fi but louder/Yrs sounds good but good sounds increasingly clouded/I’m grabbing a handful to bring to the counter/The store’s got no need for them 10 for a quarter/So now I’ll commence to dissemble reorder/Re cut up, remake a new mix from this batter/Putting new life into hip hop’s cadaver (that is to say, hip hop isn’t a cadaver, but it has dead tapes that need to be sliced ‘n’ diced to be revived in a new creation)
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Cadaver 1 00:11
A9: Cadaver 1 (0:15) (Face the fact, this is reality)/(Here comes the test)
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Deflate 01:15
A10: Deflate (1:14) (As a child a ball was good so long as it bounced ‘n’ a kitten so long as it lived. Anything in fact you held in yr hands would die or deflate) (& I’m the type to break it down) (I got gray hairs ‘n’ can’t sleep) (Now, full grown, you must die with yr fingers lacing yr back) (Scrathin’, scratchin’) (& I, held in nobody’s hands must quietly deflate in the dark) (& every time you listen to this recording, you can say with sincerity, this is another important day in my life. For you listening to the system that never fails, and as you understand and apply its principles, you too will have improved physical, mental, ‘n’ moral health, happiness, wealth, ‘n’ success) (Aw yeah!)
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Corydalidae 01:11
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A12: Humble Thyself (0:58) Humble thyself in the sight of the Lord/& He shall lift you up
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A13: The F is Free (1:59) (To be free is easy) Please sir, me first, free verse but perfectly metered/But grr it surges the hunger it stirs the soul to wander/My nerve must’ve burst cos I’m twitching so much/These cuffs ‘n’ these gloves can only just about halfway shut/Five fifths of the time I rap more raw than 10 tenths of these commercialized historicized MC’s who attempt to appear victimized/While 50 percent of my rhymes release twice as fast as 100 percent of yrs While the other half is still being conceived but I insure it’s at least an additional one third more preferred to anything you’ve yet heard me spit on fools hung on a word/Necks broken looking skyward like it’s not superman or a bird/But an airplane crashed ‘n’ burned so you better hole up/Cos they aren’t looking for yr body when the authorities roll up/They’re stealing evidence, circumstances dictate that yer stuck/You gonna report to the ones who extort you? They’ll laugh when say the jig is up/While these banking interests are making you dance like they pulling the strings/Brings you to reality, the fountain of youth is their own private springs/They ain’t gonna share it with us, but I don’t really care for it much/It’s just a sickness, a gash that’s not getting stitched up/Rebelling in the spirit tho the flesh is melted to a tree, that’s release/But I still mean it, we can easily be mentally free/Pile up the idols and we’ll set them on fire/Cos I could care less about them what they meant to the past to me it’s just broken vinyl/Sidle past the silo, solo mission to disarm them/Or just graffiti on the missile “with love from nsftm”/It won’t burn a hole in a retina, actually on the whole I bet you/It will net you dollars but also hollers while those who disrespect you will Boo you like Radley for rapping so badly/& sadly you cant see what’s hiding behind me/An army? No, indeed, just a shadow of what I used to be/& that’s enough to keep pumping the beats from inside these dungeons, number crunching, all coming zeros no ones/It’s getting hairy binary merry go round ‘n’ round them/It’s simple mathematics, integrated equally/It’s easy to let them catch you, but if you want it free, the free is free
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A14: There’s No Such Thing as a Herd of Bees (2:33) not gonna scream knock on screen/bust it down bussed into town/driven there drip in their hair/hear mesh mashed bees buzz round/throw the stones on thru yr windows ‘n’ if you hear a crash and smash/you know I’m looking for you/can I get yr attention? can I get your attention? can I keep my attention? not gonna scream knock on screen
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A15: Lincoln Flies Without Wings (3:32) (Now students fly with me to the dawn of history…toot…‘n’ the whistle…plunk…‘n’ the boom…it’s very stimulating) (You know it may seem hard to imagine but once upon a time people didn’t have any such thing as television…didn’t have any radios…‘n’ if you wanted to have any music you just had to make it yerself…it was only the kings ‘n’ queens who could afford to have somebody else make music for them…& you might not think it would be very good music, everybody making their own music…but you’d be surprised) Cut out/slice sides/Cut out the middle ‘n’ you cut out the wings/ Cut out the middle ‘n’ you cut out the wings/Not on my watch my hard shell sings/Put it on the board ‘n’ you make it two things/Cut out the middle off with the wings/Rekkerd skips one time two times skips two time skips on the rekkerd ‘n’ time skips the time skips on the rekkerd ‘n’ it skips every time flip it on the side ‘n’ skip on the side flip it on the side ‘n’ every other side skips on the rekkerd ‘n’ the rekkerd one time skips every time ‘n’ one ‘n’ two times/Mr. Abe Lincoln doesn’t feel well today/He’s driving in his Lincoln into Christendom’s Gate/Smiles as he flies waving to JFK/I know it must be true in the paper today/I’d certainly have seen him if it wasn’t too late/When am I gonna get a seat with the Saints?
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Hellgrammite 00:20
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Crossroads 04:15
B2: Crossroads (4:16) They’ll sabotage yr wire/Look in on you while you/Think yer being slier/Yer thee one spying on you/It’s hard to cut out the cancer when it’s self inflicted/Picture this, yr system with no fluid in it/Drained from you while you stick the pins in/Yer told to celebrate now that the clog is fixed/Do they have a name for this type of belittlement? Oh yes I have 2 words: illegitimate government/Ho but hey at least there’s no terrorists/& that makes you feel safe I bet/Then who’s running the show? How many caves will we enter in? I guess it just all comes down to questioning/Why do this just to be like the rest of men? Apply this to hip hop take us like a supplement performance enhancing no side effects vitamin/More flavorful than jalapeño with yr cinnamon/There’s no precedent our game plan’s real raw/More impressive than no hands look ma/Not mother nature that we’re trying to shock with this/That treatment won’t work, this is not hypothesis/While we’re dropping it it’s not just to get popped in/Have a few hits ‘n’ make a thousand close friends/If it’s not strange loops with true words it bores me/Who cares if you missed our disc before? It’s not for thee/We don’t rap about sleeping on records or sleeping around or sleeping at all, don’t even dream in the underground/You cant chop a rekkerd if yer not awake to inspect it/Hop hip means that we perfect it to leave it unperfected/With each first ‘n’ every second second/& every forty winks is forty measures left unwritten (I) went to the crossroads ‘n’ fell down on my knees Wade in the water… Math: I’m underground like a journey to the center of Jules Verne’s grave ‘n’ not concave this lite we save/Don’t sunbathe/Kick it J-Bandana what you gotta say? J-Bandana: Treatise on bottom with a treatise on top/Take a patty of peace ‘n’ sink yr teeth in it/This is America the feast of liberty/Ripped up ‘n’ gnawed on but not thought upon/Obesity sets in ‘n’ settles for what the media sells you (the media says this?)/Bells rung when the Constitution was given/For you ‘n’ me to live in prosperity/Somebody took it figuratively/But we all happy processed accurately Math: Now in my younger days I used to shoot hoops, make news ‘n’ find groups with dope grooves to make loops ‘n’ produce new hits, eat crispix, run track ‘n’ score tetris, start fires just for fun ‘n’ question why no one’s got rich/Now that I’m 21 ‘n’ grown up my approach ain’t so different tho some of the kids don’t show up/You know the boys I used deal with? Share a meal with? Find a beat to steal with? It’s strange how neurons only fire in one way/So instead of getting bored, I make it mine the ones to rearrange/But look hey my mind won’t be the one to fade/So I slay a track ‘n’ keep the demons at bay/Yeah some things stay the same, I didn’t forget where I came/Still the one to stop ‘n’ pray, still rep Record and Tape Exchange (Fairfax VA Est. 1976 ya’ll)/Still listening to Minor Threat every day/Still not staying still, still still don’t stay/I won’t stop, the difference between giving up ‘n’ having roots is one style you can rock thee other one is gonna get the boot/Let’s keep it simple (Blind eyes could blaze like meteors)
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Pennies 01:31
B3: Pennies (1:32) Penny pinching (I can’t fathom that sum)/Sunny wincing (I can’t look at the sun) We’re not staring (Disease sharing, lifeless sparing)/Black eyes bearing (black eyes, eyes)/Now my back is burned slack I’ve turned into action/Can’t compete if we release a fraction of half we need/Not to keep but keep becoming less/A bag of receipts to prove we had it best/So I guess that guest can’t hide in a closet/Lost in it the cost is yet too little to size up/Penny pinching (I can’t fathom that sum)/Sunny wincing (I can’t look up)/We’re not staring/Black eyes bearing/Squint close tight (Images much clearer in the nite, figure seems much dimmer in the lite)
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Mandibles 00:15
B4: Mandibles (0:14) (There’s a horse in the dining room) Get it out
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Stomach 00:46
B5: Stomach (0:47) I’ll punch you in the stomach/yo I’thll e stom puncu i h n ach Yeah, yeah
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Thaxted 01:01
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B7: Spaceships ‘n’ Sunlite (4:09) Math: MC meltdown fast another disaster/Shudder patched up guess the hazard/Gush a blustery winds rush past you/Leaves aren’t blowing, what’s the matter/Feeling some sort of spirit’s anger for prostituting hip hop to rap to pander/To those who couldn’t run instead meander/Couldn’t handle a line much less a stanza/Where’d you find the man who’ll stand up? Hands up if ya’ll know the answer/All ya’ll probably couldn’t work it out/Check the back of the book you look sheepish now/Sounds like I’ll block ya’ll rappers down/With a lo-fi round one knock out BLAOW/I don’t battle with guns I battle with wits/& hundreds of rhymes about ridiculous dip/Don’t slip don’t sip but I flip ‘n’ switch/Fill your stocking with coal even if it’s not Christmas/We celebrate at home not at the mall/Improve our game don’t stop to stall/Wall up, come around ya’ll/Shut rappers down like fox news shut out Ron Paul MC SiD: Murdering microphones from here to infinity/Loudmouth suckers get out my vicinity/Steam be gleaming from the sweat on my face/Reruns, sleep, guns minds filled with waste/35 minutes of sex ‘n’ bad jokes/25 minutes of product ‘n’ hoax/Can you fill it now? Brainfreeze, soon yer dancing the slurp in yr Levi Jeans Spaceships ‘n’ Sunlite Neb (taking over the microphone ‘n’ throwing hands all around the echo controls ‘n’ taking the irony out on the rap world with a furyfied explosion): With a mic in my left hand, a gat in my right/MC’s wet their pants they quake at my sight/I start to spit I try ‘n’ provide pampers to MC’s so they can hide/Their weakness of bladder equates ineptness of pride ‘n’ once I’m done comes realization they’ve died/A shot to the brain while my gat’s at my side MC SiD: My head’s about to erupt from freaking fools frequently filling tracks up/Load my clip to the memory stick/37 smooth samples sounding so slick/Suffering succotash another mad mashup/Plundering old tunes load yr stash up/Gash ‘n’ lash you to the trash truck Math: M-e-d-i-a no i-d-e-a/what the programs are providing or what they trying to say…
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B8: Classical James (0:23) (You know it is possible to like both classical music ‘n’ James Brown) (Hit it! Hit!)
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Cadaver 2 00:21
B10: Cadaver 2 (0:22) (Prepare the brain control device for firing)
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Trees 01:09
B11: Trees (1:10) Cast out the seed on the sidewalk- just once/Told the soil we’d have it grow there plenty of space to steal from the sun/Thought we’d have a tree by summer, no it’s just a watermelon/We won’t grow, we won’t grow/We will grow if we won’t grow/Water inside on the side of the side/Fire outside as we hide on the side/Chop up the seed on the sidewalk- just once/Told the soil please let it grow there’s not enuff heat in that sun/Hope to have some wood for the winter, song of a son of gun
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B12: Mike Mulligan (0:22) (If we can’t do it you won’t have to pay)
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Body Slam 01:04
B13: Body Slam (0:57) (Let’s sing along with this cannibal song, skeleton skeleton skeleton) Yer my good deed for the day/Teach you how to body slam the man/Throw them on the ground/Body slam/I should’ve body slammed you when I had the chance to/Grab them by the torso/Quarters spilling down the drain/Dimes get stuck in the crack/I found a nickel in the pavement buddy/Body slam the man
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Uzupis Sing 01:01
B15: Užupis Sing (1:02) We kick it when yr friends are bored/We fly we don’t soar/Stone not the sword, more/The pen not the sword/You hung on every word (with such precision)/The hymns to the Lord is what we outpoured in every single roar (you’ll learn yr division)/This river we ford with the pen not the sword
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B16: Lyrical Lunar Lasers (3:25) Hawgit! (Electric) Bass hi-hat kick snare kick it/Cast spells not votes cos the media tricked it/Math ‘n’ Ben are back again ain’t no trend/No Sunlite friends are the freshest kin/My bro brings it back to basics that are different than yrs/What we do for fun you’d consider chores/So the brake hits saved OH! by kinesthetics/Synesthesia bound to please you hearing colors on the rekkerds/Oh ‘n’ then a bass shake neighbor/We’ll make you see visions half-satyr-half-Nader/See I walked in yr genre ‘n’ I’m gonna be honest/Do you like staying stuck or is the fashion that dominant? See I seen more pawns in here then I seen in chess club ‘n’ heck you’ve never seen an NSFTM best of/The best stuffs still coming up so vest up heads up/Yer bound to get messed up or cold jacked/Face it like the Western Athletic Conference you WAC! (Biting a rhyme/A full moon/Neon phosphorus electric) Zoom Loco: Travesty beavers have the gall to badger me/Sad to see they don’t give their all to battle me/In spite of the fighting I rep gold for tritons or Midas don’t try this or be beavers biting/Coming from the side of abundant sunshine/My rhymes kicking line by line come untied/Know thou while I represent for So-Cal/For real Annandale is where I spill my know how/San Diego Legoland by the border/Close almost like 33.25/Rap rhymes not gifts/Cut rekkerds not wrists/Wu-Tang ‘n’ Blind Willie top my top 10 list/Write lyrics not checks/Drop beats ‘n’ not bombs/Run races not guns/Hit songs ‘n’ not bongs/Throw parties not punches/Freedom not free lunches/Drop hits not bodies for La Jolla’s most wanted/More proofing than looting/More hoops ‘n’ less shooting/Less crushing and Russian than Vladimir Putin/I’m serious even tho you think I’m playing/I’m ruff enuff to break So-Cal from the mainland (What is is what ain’t ain’t nothing/A full moon/Phosphorus neon electric) Math: We play it like that/We’re spraying raps straight exact/Cos to get where we’re going admit hip hop’s where it’s at/We rep the unkempt styles but I’m an old time rhymer/I kick the melodies like dada da dada/Ba baba bababa/Cos I’m old school like recess ‘n’ cubbies now buddy you regress but it simply seems less than stunning/So line up no shoving no pushing no cutting/Cos the first in line will be last but none match my cunning/I’m humming/Hummmmmmmmhooooo/Beavers dam the rivers with them teeth as big as you/Hummmmhail/I’m rapping on the mic from Canada to Annandale/Cos I dip I don’t dive/I don’t socialize/If my friends got no drive I just stay inside/Spin vinyl ‘n’ fly/Side B be the mine/Diamonds I find them gems shut the shine/Media blinds repeat weepy eyes/& the medium kinds should kindly sign the line… (Biting a rhyme/A full moon/Electric phosphorus)
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Dobson Eye 00:52
B17: Dobson Eye (0:53) (One of the surest ways you can get ahead is to become antagonistic to yr boss) I wish I had thawed my pencil frozen to the second side/Thinking thought in the lab where a tiger chased a dobson fly/Pin the badge on to yr t-shirt bet you’ve never done that yet/Authorize you to wish you had half of half of their success/Course you’ll catch it but he doesn’t want to eat we’ll eat he’s fed/Shed the skin ‘n’ shed some lite where litter would rather spread instead
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Hellgrammite Dip Side: A1: Dobson Fly (2:05) (What’s the matter with you? Don’t you read the papers? No, I prefer to get my information from more reliable sources, like rumor and small children. I don’t watch the news. I make it.) Stay away silly little dobson fly, they won’t play with a little dobson fly/So fly away silly little dobson fly, nothing to say to a little dobson fly/I won’t pay for a little dobson fly, stay away silly little dobson fly We can’t be numb/We feel the bite/The diagnosis/Can’t be right/Quarantined outside/Upstairs tonite/The spook’s alive and frightened of our fears of heights/Wax builds drips in reverse/We just hear of candelite/Fire the fireflies (Vespa…papapapa…) The torch! Here comes the torch! Fire the fireflies/Pay day today/Silly little dobson fly/Keep them at bay/All those little dobson flies/Back to larvae/Sickening hellgrammite/Follow the fireflies/Fire the fireflies A2: St. Zita (0:21) A3: Steal Yr Song (1:10) I know just how you must feel/You had to beg, borrow cheat ‘n’ steal for yr song/But it won’t belong to the men who made the rekkerds/Yer the one who wrecked it/You’ll make yr own ones my friend/It’s yr song (Stop the music! Don’t stop…) A4: Hummingbird (0:57) I got a bird whistle ‘n’ some ringy thing A5: Ocelli (0:30) A6: Hang on These Words (3:16) (Which is why, I’ll tell you right now, the reason I can talk this way, and the reason why you can listen this way, and the reason this thing works is because it’s all based on one word, I could say it. I’ll send you home right now. We’re all done. & that one word that gives the whole mood of the evening. Everything develops on that, and this, believe me, is the Open Sesame. This is thee magic key. & I can dare you, if you don’t believe me, try it. & that magic key is the one word…YOU PUT IT ON A PEDESTAL!) How many times must you hang on these words? The MATH/The Master At The Helm/The Maniac’s Approach To Hiphop/I Must Act To Help/Well skip acrostic/I go across it and t’s get crossed/I burn my office cos no matter what material I set aflame at least I start it/& I starred in the ending while backs go bending I’m sick of trending which merely shows clothes expose nothing/Throw pose for bluffing/Which you gonna be the turkey or the stuffing? Lucky me, I tweak ‘n’ seek a new technique to reach into the souls in need of lobotomy/Oh gee! Oh my stars! Cover nose, block yr mouth, don’t catch SARS/Stay locked up but don’t stop the disease cos I’m breathing it in ‘n’ building immunities cos I’m living in the sickness/It spurs me on/Flick off the tick find a fiend to feed on/Beyond that, there’s just one prescription/I scrawl it out quick but I got clear diction/Slick, listen (Our lives changed punk rock) Listen don’t be sold on the product/Our CD-R’s are the raw antibiotic/Exotic? Not really but the form is symbolic/From solid to gas the medium can’t be charted/Or alacarted the whole structure has been flipped/Like a bang-diddy-bang in ‘75 that’s why NSFTM does this dip/With the impermanence it comes alive/Not sterilized, yes it will die/The cassette wear out/The CD skip/The paper packaging will rip/But that’s precisely why it is/Why it even does exist/Cos the language sticks/Sticks/Sticks/Sticks How many times must you hang on these words? (Every time that you say these words/We don’t think that you have heard) Math: Kick a verse, snatching up the purse, I pass the mic to her J-Bandana: Shake the money maker/Take yr piggy bank or/Take it from the banker/Give it to yr neighbor/How many times must you hang on these words? (Our band could be punk rock. Our band could be hip hop/You don’t stop the punk rock/First you punk rock the hip/Then you punk rock the hop/Then you hip rock the hop it don’t stop) A7: Take Me Out to the Ballgame (1:07) Try to save Barry Bonds for last cos I think he’s pretty much the most talked about as far as African American athletes, matter of fact as far as athletes go. Now, due to the new circumstances… I wanna hear some Boogie Down Productions. Yeah, but look, check it out, you got, Clemens, now involved in this. He’s like America’s hero. But they caved it back for him immediately ‘n’ now all of a sudden in the affidavits his statement is not included in that. Well Roger Clemens is one of the most talked about African American athletes in the nation today. But he’s not African American, yeah…thank you, anyhow… (Think like the boss) A8: Busting Up Bad Rap Tapes (1:30) (Look out!) Busting up bad rap tapes/Flipping hip hop pancakes/Take a taste, goodness sakes/Not fake, it won’t go to waste Pop open the case to the hard shell plastic/A backspin dismantle this cassette tape faster/Ain’t got a screwdriver I’ll use wrist twist action/Pull out the brown spools unattract the magnet/In fact it’s more useful to seal this package/Made less music then than it does as a wrapping/Brown paper envelopes tied up with tape/This is a way I don’t let whack rap go to waste/Cos take an honest look, does that album got power? Does it have shelf life? No that dip’s gone sour/Now yer realizing we’re all not cowards/Not bullied to buy dropping beats not pound notes/How dope? My album has found them unfounded/Astounded the sound is lo-fi but louder/Yrs sounds good but good sounds increasingly clouded/I’m grabbing a handful to bring to the counter/The store’s got no need for them 10 for a quarter/So now I’ll commence to dissemble reorder/Re cut up, remake a new mix from this batter/Putting new life into hip hop’s cadaver (that is to say, hip hop isn’t a cadaver, but it has dead tapes that need to be sliced ‘n’ diced to be revived in a new creation) A9: Cadaver 1 (0:15) (Face the fact, this is reality)/(Here comes the test) A10: Deflate (1:14) (As a child a ball was good so long as it bounced ‘n’ a kitten so long as it lived. Anything in fact you held in yr hands would die or deflate) (& I’m the type to break it down) (I got gray hairs ‘n’ can’t sleep) (Now, full grown, you must die with yr fingers lacing yr back) (Scrathin’, scratchin’) (& I, held in nobody’s hands must quietly deflate in the dark) (& every time you listen to this recording, you can say with sincerity, this is another important day in my life. For you listening to the system that never fails, and as you understand and apply its principles, you too will have improved physical, mental, ‘n’ moral health, happiness, wealth, ‘n’ success) (Aw yeah!) A11: Corydalidae (1:09) A12: Humble Thyself (0:58) Humble thyself in the sight of the Lord/& He shall lift you up A13: The F is Free (1:59) (To be free is easy) Please sir, me first, free verse but perfectly metered/But grr it surges the hunger it stirs the soul to wander/My nerve must’ve burst cos I’m twitching so much/These cuffs ‘n’ these gloves can only just about halfway shut/Five fifths of the time I rap more raw than 10 tenths of these commercialized historicized MC’s who attempt to appear victimized/While 50 percent of my rhymes release twice as fast as 100 percent of yrs While the other half is still being conceived but I insure it’s at least an additional one third more preferred to anything you’ve yet heard me spit on fools hung on a word/Necks broken looking skyward like it’s not superman or a bird/But an airplane crashed ‘n’ burned so you better hole up/Cos they aren’t looking for yr body when the authorities roll up/They’re stealing evidence, circumstances dictate that yer stuck/You gonna report to the ones who extort you? They’ll laugh when say the jig is up/While these banking interests are making you dance like they pulling the strings/Brings you to reality, the fountain of youth is their own private springs/They ain’t gonna share it with us, but I don’t really care for it much/It’s just a sickness, a gash that’s not getting stitched up/Rebelling in the spirit tho the flesh is melted to a tree, that’s release/But I still mean it, we can easily be mentally free/Pile up the idols and we’ll set them on fire/Cos I could care less about them what they meant to the past to me it’s just broken vinyl/Sidle past the silo, solo mission to disarm them/Or just graffiti on the missile “with love from nsftm”/It won’t burn a hole in a retina, actually on the whole I bet you/It will net you dollars but also hollers while those who disrespect you will Boo you like Radley for rapping so badly/& sadly you cant see what’s hiding behind me/An army? No, indeed, just a shadow of what I used to be/& that’s enough to keep pumping the beats from inside these dungeons, number crunching, all coming zeros no ones/It’s getting hairy binary merry go round ‘n’ round them/It’s simple mathematics, integrated equally/It’s easy to let them catch you, but if you want it free, the free is free A14: There’s No Such Thing as a Herd of Bees (2:33) not gonna scream knock on screen/bust it down bussed into town/driven there drip in their hair/hear mesh mashed bees buzz round/throw the stones on thru yr windows ‘n’ if you hear a crash and smash/you know I’m looking for you/can I get yr attention? can I get your attention? can I keep my attention? not gonna scream knock on screen A15: Lincoln Flies Without Wings (3:32) (Now students fly with me to the dawn of history…toot…‘n’ the whistle…plunk…‘n’ the boom…it’s very stimulating) (You know it may seem hard to imagine but once upon a time people didn’t have any such thing as television…didn’t have any radios…‘n’ if you wanted to have any music you just had to make it yerself…it was only the kings ‘n’ queens who could afford to have somebody else make music for them…& you might not think it would be very good music, everybody making their own music…but you’d be surprised) Cut out/slice sides/Cut out the middle ‘n’ you cut out the wings/ Cut out the middle ‘n’ you cut out the wings/Not on my watch my hard shell sings/Put it on the board ‘n’ you make it two things/Cut out the middle off with the wings/Rekkerd skips one time two times skips two time skips on the rekkerd ‘n’ time skips the time skips on the rekkerd ‘n’ it skips every time flip it on the side ‘n’ skip on the side flip it on the side ‘n’ every other side skips on the rekkerd ‘n’ the rekkerd one time skips every time ‘n’ one ‘n’ two times/Mr. Abe Lincoln doesn’t feel well today/He’s driving in his Lincoln into Christendom’s Gate/Smiles as he flies waving to JFK/I know it must be true in the paper today/I’d certainly have seen him if it wasn’t too late/When am I gonna get a seat with the Saints?
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B-Side Wins Again: B1: Hellgrammite (0:20) B2: Crossroads (4:16) They’ll sabotage yr wire/Look in on you while you/Think yer being slier/Yer thee one spying on you/It’s hard to cut out the cancer when it’s self inflicted/Picture this, yr system with no fluid in it/Drained from you while you stick the pins in/Yer told to celebrate now that the clog is fixed/Do they have a name for this type of belittlement? Oh yes I have 2 words: illegitimate government/Ho but hey at least there’s no terrorists/& that makes you feel safe I bet/Then who’s running the show? How many caves will we enter in? I guess it just all comes down to questioning/Why do this just to be like the rest of men? Apply this to hip hop take us like a supplement performance enhancing no side effects vitamin/More flavorful than jalapeño with yr cinnamon/There’s no precedent our game plan’s real raw/More impressive than no hands look ma/Not mother nature that we’re trying to shock with this/That treatment won’t work, this is not hypothesis/While we’re dropping it it’s not just to get popped in/Have a few hits ‘n’ make a thousand close friends/If it’s not strange loops with true words it bores me/Who cares if you missed our disc before? It’s not for thee/We don’t rap about sleeping on records or sleeping around or sleeping at all, don’t even dream in the underground/You cant chop a rekkerd if yer not awake to inspect it/Hop hip means that we perfect it to leave it unperfected/With each first ‘n’ every second second/& every forty winks is forty measures left unwritten (I) went to the crossroads ‘n’ fell down on my knees Wade in the water… Math: I’m underground like a journey to the center of Jules Verne’s grave ‘n’ not concave this lite we save/Don’t sunbathe/Kick it J-Bandana what you gotta say? J-Bandana: Treatise on bottom with a treatise on top/Take a patty of peace ‘n’ sink yr teeth in it/This is America the feast of liberty/Ripped up ‘n’ gnawed on but not thought upon/Obesity sets in ‘n’ settles for what the media sells you (the media says this?)/Bells rung when the Constitution was given/For you ‘n’ me to live in prosperity/Somebody took it figuratively/But we all happy processed accurately Math: Now in my younger days I used to shoot hoops, make news ‘n’ find groups with dope grooves to make loops ‘n’ produce new hits, eat crispix, run track ‘n’ score tetris, start fires just for fun ‘n’ question why no one’s got rich/Now that I’m 21 ‘n’ grown up my approach ain’t so different tho some of the kids don’t show up/You know the boys I used deal with? Share a meal with? Find a beat to steal with? It’s strange how neurons only fire in one way/So instead of getting bored, I make it mine the ones to rearrange/But look hey my mind won’t be the one to fade/So I slay a track ‘n’ keep the demons at bay/Yeah some things stay the same, I didn’t forget where I came/Still the one to stop ‘n’ pray, still rep Record and Tape Exchange (Fairfax VA Est. 1976 ya’ll)/Still listening to Minor Threat every day/Still not staying still, still still don’t stay/I won’t stop, the difference between giving up ‘n’ having roots is one style you can rock thee other one is gonna get the boot/Let’s keep it simple (Blind eyes could blaze like meteors) B3: Pennies (1:32) Penny pinching (I can’t fathom that sum)/Sunny wincing (I can’t look at the sun) We’re not staring (Disease sharing, lifeless sparing)/Black eyes bearing (black eyes, eyes)/Now my back is burned slack I’ve turned into action/Can’t compete if we release a fraction of half we need/Not to keep but keep becoming less/A bag of receipts to prove we had it best/So I guess that guest can’t hide in a closet/Lost in it the cost is yet too little to size up/Penny pinching (I can’t fathom that sum)/Sunny wincing (I can’t look up)/We’re not staring/Black eyes bearing/Squint close tight (Images much clearer in the nite, figure seems much dimmer in the lite) B4: Mandibles (0:14) (There’s a horse in the dining room) Get it out B5: Stomach (0:47) I’ll punch you in the stomach/yo I’thll e stom puncu i h n ach Yeah, yeah B6: Thaxted (1:02) B7: Spaceships ‘n’ Sunlite (4:09) Math: MC meltdown fast another disaster/Shudder patched up guess the hazard/Gush a blustery winds rush past you/Leaves aren’t blowing, what’s the matter/Feeling some sort of spirit’s anger for prostituting hip hop to rap to pander/To those who couldn’t run instead meander/Couldn’t handle a line much less a stanza/Where’d you find the man who’ll stand up? Hands up if ya’ll know the answer/All ya’ll probably couldn’t work it out/Check the back of the book you look sheepish now/Sounds like I’ll block ya’ll rappers down/With a lo-fi round one knock out BLAOW/I don’t battle with guns I battle with wits/& hundreds of rhymes about ridiculous dip/Don’t slip don’t sip but I flip ‘n’ switch/Fill your stocking with coal even if it’s not Christmas/We celebrate at home not at the mall/Improve our game don’t stop to stall/Wall up, come around ya’ll/Shut rappers down like fox news shut out Ron Paul MC SiD: Murdering microphones from here to infinity/Loudmouth suckers get out my vicinity/Steam be gleaming from the sweat on my face/Reruns, sleep, guns minds filled with waste/35 minutes of sex ‘n’ bad jokes/25 minutes of product ‘n’ hoax/Can you fill it now? Brainfreeze, soon yer dancing the slurp in yr Levi Jeans Spaceships ‘n’ Sunlite Neb (taking over the microphone ‘n’ throwing hands all around the echo controls ‘n’ taking the irony out on the rap world with a furyfied explosion): With a mic in my left hand, a gat in my right/MC’s wet their pants they quake at my sight/I start to spit I try ‘n’ provide pampers to MC’s so they can hide/Their weakness of bladder equates ineptness of pride ‘n’ once I’m done comes realization they’ve died/A shot to the brain while my gat’s at my side MC SiD: My head’s about to erupt from freaking fools frequently filling tracks up/Load my clip to the memory stick/37 smooth samples sounding so slick/Suffering succotash another mad mashup/Plundering old tunes load yr stash up/Gash ‘n’ lash you to the trash truck Math: M-e-d-i-a no i-d-e-a/what the programs are providing or what they trying to say… B8: Classical James (0:23) (You know it is possible to like both classical music ‘n’ James Brown) (Hit it! Hit!) B9: We Gather Around the Family Organ ‘n’ Sing a Hymn of Mary So Out of Tune That Jana’s Dog Morgan Whines in Discomfort (0:43) B10: Cadaver 2 (0:22) (Prepare the brain control device for firing) B11: Trees (1:10) Cast out the seed on the sidewalk- just once/Told the soil we’d have it grow there plenty of space to steal from the sun/Thought we’d have a tree by summer, no it’s just a watermelon/We won’t grow, we won’t grow/We will grow if we won’t grow/Water inside on the side of the side/Fire outside as we hide on the side/Chop up the seed on the sidewalk- just once/Told the soil please let it grow there’s not enuff heat in that sun/Hope to have some wood for the winter, song of a son of gun B12: Mike Mulligan (0:22) (If we can’t do it you won’t have to pay) B13: Body Slam (0:57) (Let’s sing along with this cannibal song, skeleton skeleton skeleton) Yer my good deed for the day/Teach you how to body slam the man/Throw them on the ground/Body slam/I should’ve body slammed you when I had the chance to/Grab them by the torso/Quarters spilling down the drain/Dimes get stuck in the crack/I found a nickel in the pavement buddy/Body slam the man B14: Beat on the Battlefield (0:24) B15: Užupis Sing (1:02) We kick it when yr friends are bored/We fly we don’t soar/Stone not the sword, more/The pen not the sword/You hung on every word (with such precision)/The hymns to the Lord is what we outpoured in every single roar (you’ll learn yr division)/This river we ford with the pen not the sword B16: Lyrical Lunar Lasers (3:25) Hawgit! (Electric) Bass hi-hat kick snare kick it/Cast spells not votes cos the media tricked it/Math ‘n’ Ben are back again ain’t no trend/No Sunlite friends are the freshest kin/My bro brings it back to basics that are different than yrs/What we do for fun you’d consider chores/So the brake hits saved OH! by kinesthetics/Synesthesia bound to please you hearing colors on the rekkerds/Oh ‘n’ then a bass shake neighbor/We’ll make you see visions half-satyr-half-Nader/See I walked in yr genre ‘n’ I’m gonna be honest/Do you like staying stuck or is the fashion that dominant? See I seen more pawns in here then I seen in chess club ‘n’ heck you’ve never seen an NSFTM best of/The best stuffs still coming up so vest up heads up/Yer bound to get messed up or cold jacked/Face it like the Western Athletic Conference you WAC! (Biting a rhyme/A full moon/Neon phosphorus electric) Zoom Loco: Travesty beavers have the gall to badger me/Sad to see they don’t give their all to battle me/In spite of the fighting I rep gold for tritons or Midas don’t try this or be beavers biting/Coming from the side of abundant sunshine/My rhymes kicking line by line come untied/Know thou while I represent for So-Cal/For real Annandale is where I spill my know how/San Diego Legoland by the border/Close almost like 33.25/Rap rhymes not gifts/Cut rekkerds not wrists/Wu-Tang ‘n’ Blind Willie top my top 10 list/Write lyrics not checks/Drop beats ‘n’ not bombs/Run races not guns/Hit songs ‘n’ not bongs/Throw parties not punches/Freedom not free lunches/Drop hits not bodies for La Jolla’s most wanted/More proofing than looting/More hoops ‘n’ less shooting/Less crushing and Russian than Vladimir Putin/I’m serious even tho you think I’m playing/I’m ruff enuff to break So-Cal from the mainland (What is is what ain’t ain’t nothing/A full moon/Phosphorus neon electric) Math: We play it like that/We’re spraying raps straight exact/Cos to get where we’re going admit hip hop’s where it’s at/We rep the unkempt styles but I’m an old time rhymer/I kick the melodies like dada da dada/Ba baba bababa/Cos I’m old school like recess ‘n’ cubbies now buddy you regress but it simply seems less than stunning/So line up no shoving no pushing no cutting/Cos the first in line will be last but none match my cunning/I’m humming/Hummmmmmmmhooooo/Beavers dam the rivers with them teeth as big as you/Hummmmhail/I’m rapping on the mic from Canada to Annandale/Cos I dip I don’t dive/I don’t socialize/If my friends got no drive I just stay inside/Spin vinyl ‘n’ fly/Side B be the mine/Diamonds I find them gems shut the shine/Media blinds repeat weepy eyes/& the medium kinds should kindly sign the line… (Biting a rhyme/A full moon/Electric phosphorus) B17: Dobson Eye (0:53) (One of the surest ways you can get ahead is to become antagonistic to yr boss) I wish I had thawed my pencil frozen to the second side/Thinking thought in the lab where a tiger chased a dobson fly/Pin the badge on to yr t-shirt bet you’ve never done that yet/Authorize you to wish you had half of half of their success/Course you’ll catch it but he doesn’t want to eat we’ll eat he’s fed/Shed the skin ‘n’ shed some lite where litter would rather spread instead

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Math: samples, tape edits, acoustic guitar, vocals, bass, bent circuits, washboard, xylophone, feedback, recorder, flute, static, scratches, drum machine, soda can, claps, whirly tube, congas, fan, duck whistle, scissors, electric guitar, coins, shaker, drum kit, elephant keyboard, djembe, bongos, moog/cordovox, amps, voice mutator, toms|Josh: drums, bass, vocals, electric guitar, fan|Neal: bass, toms, vocals|Jana: vocals, djembe, drawer slams, samples, recorder|Martha: ukulele, vocals, samples, clappers, claps, bongos, electric guitar |Ben-Neb: samples, electric guitar, vocals, acoustic guitar, xylophone, washboard, art|Brad: samples|Betty: vocals, whirly tube, drum|Andrew: vocals, bird whistle, ringy thing,horn keys only|Trippy: keyboards, drumsticks, pump organ, bass, samples, noise, electric guitar, whirly tube, vocals, toms|Mikey: phone vocals|Jack: vocals, drums|Kelly: vocals, shaker, key shakes|Peter: electric guitar, vocals|Rich: samples, art|Jenny: synth kit, clarinet keys only, oatmeal bowl and spoon|Patrick: beatbox|Tyler: vocals|Julia: pump organ, vocals|Elizabeth: vocals|Kaitlin: vocals|Liz: vocals, train whistle|Morgan: bark|Ben-Zoom Loco: rap|Colin: art

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