As I put together this album, there were pieces of paper I used to sketch ideas, determine track names, etc. There are three such pages and thus there are three such CDs. If you'd like me to autograph said page, let me know on the purchase notes.
Includes unlimited streaming of BLKTCHP2
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Now you can have the hauntingly beautiful cover art by Dusty Neal as a high quality 10" x 10" print. The artwork is too intricate to leave solely for a CD and tiny digital screens and thus prints were made. This limited edition bundle includes aforementioned print, CD, die cut 5" artwork sticker, and digital download.
Includes unlimited streaming of BLKTCHP2
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Compact Disc
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Comes in a lovely gatefold card case with artwork from Dusty Neal, photography from Bambi Guthrie, all blessed by Chef Mike's graphic wizardry.
Includes unlimited streaming of BLKTCHP2
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
The Silversmiths team up to bring some of that Blue Sunshine back into the mix.
lyrics
It’s been a long time coming
I hear those ghosts start running
It’s been a long time coming
Cats are getting done in
Scrape the walls til nothing remains but the kindling
Sawdust and splinters choking out the bitter sting
Fit the strings around the points to best articulate
Morphine bag sways above the victim tricked to pick a day
Ricochets leaving more than scrapes and dents in here
Gaping wounds in heads of those who chose to lend an ear
Torrential tears flooding cheeks, hearts numb with grief
Only some can eat other, others run for crumbs that crumble teeth
A drunken creep, slumps to take his sips succumbs to sleep
None compete we cut each other down with glee to brush debris
We must convene before the teams are busted, broken players
Moves are made beyond the hopeful layers, votes for mayors
Note the neighbors turning the opposite direction
Ice-T my mind lethal, penmanship I lock in with the weapon
Toxic is his legend the map is ruined now
Soldiers love to shout a chant, but soon so few are found
They move around, chess pieces hover over trap doors
Stockholm the syndrome submitting kisses to the captors
Half yours the remainder is gone, tracheas stomped
I’m creating the bond between alien font, hatred and song, Kofa
JON?DOE:
maybe its wrong but once i introduce your face to my schlong
You'll say it belongs, then treat it like your favorite bong
Catching bodies- fade em with a fatalist jawn
Trust, i get my Corpus comma Habeas on
Once you get behind these bars I'm more than happy to judge u
Yall been tried and found wanting- we as Crafty as pub brew
Sext ya granny- I want a partner with the nappiest muff boo
Prefer my dingleberries tongue lashed till they subdued
And when im nuttin it's really nothing to be proud ‘bout
Nastier than Vladimir Harkonnen in an outhouse
Waist deep with goggles on, waiting till she drops the bomb
Sankofa he's the model JON? See I'm just a loudmouth
From whom you've come to expect disrespect in expectorate
Incremental excrement expressed in excessiveness
The flying orb from Phantasm who finesses and flexes it
Next to snap necks and stay connected to the nexuses
Plus give out pearl necklaces, breasteses gooed one time
While Stephen and I stand in the back and boo dumb lines
Looking down our noses at foes that exude unsigned
Chernabog rhymes its return of the Blue Sunshine
Acoustic tiles fireproof for when we vibe inside the booth
Stepping to NIMH a crisis move, diatribes your life to lose
Irreverent binge, wrecking your limbs you never will win, surmise you’re through
These seasoned vets can pepper your chin with combos the legend begins
Conniving crews talk of mutiny rocking a Judas piece
Pray the lord your tithe and dues to keep, sublime the muse asleep
The moods are deep, closing walls appall and suffocate the dilettantes
I sharpen steel until their will is gone, a killer’s spawned
Attila JON meets Genghis Kofa with the fangs of drones
Military industrial, my complex, harangue and stone
My language roams fields dotted with stones and crosses
Silversmiths the flow colossus, broken hopes and dozing monsters
Dope the mantra, anything less than that is strictly ghost and Contra
Surround my castle made of bones with moats of trauma
bless raps with magnificent words, sick and disturbed, to quicken the thirst
Hearses lurching into reverse, no mimic is worth or gimmick observed
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
