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.
I’m pouring my creative juices into bullet molds
Throw them in the cryogenic ‘til it’s time to pull a soul
In full control, load the clip, my mind spray begins
Shoot the gift panoramic with the wavy limbs
Transatlantic, San mechanic, zero strays
Penny for my thoughts playing C-note stakes
My tidal wave slaps, praise facts seek dope ways
Got them praying to weak saints hoping that the beach won’t break
Old ladies love him, saying he’s so quaint
So Oakland loans shark Detroit, and now it’s DOA
Noise I organize with chess, call me Rico Wade
A fam in dungeons with panic standard repo rates
Now that place you call a fortress doesn’t seem so safe
Got you cowering in corners reaching grief won’t wait
Your vision blurs when I’m closer, most to see Monet
I take it all, make you crawl, beat this RICO case
Kuwaiti sands shifting as the snakes slither fast
Aristocrats mixed with diplomats slip the gift of gab
Amidst the map the route begins with sharp thorns, announcing wins
A compass rose denotes the ways that I get down again
Petals to the mettle tested chain gangs and railroads
I speak my truth, never come with the frail prose
My Cuban links bring forth forms of missile crisis
Cold hearted, shed a tear and then it crystalizes
Smashing to the pavement, shatter in a thousand pieces
Each of them becomes a soldier that my power teaches
The sounds of neediness greed alive indeed it is
Fatigue is creeping in, hunger pang slang with demon limbs
The crowd voracious for distractions, so they feed them whims
Fixated on the sweaty cleavage of some Swedish twins
At the end of the path less traveled, is where my creed begins
Fighting the good fight against ourselves, that’s obedience
Another rapper steps and I snap him in five
I’m needing multiple mouths to spit the raps that I write
Lost within the ponderings a cavernous mind
hearing impaired interpreters at shows, the rapper is signed
Cardiac visualized, the aperture’s mine
Medicinal vibes my tribe is half of savage sublime
My click track is the crack of a spine, tackling mimes
Forget a diamond pendant, I want a map of the mine
Focused forward facing, not distracted with shine
The form of hatred with the horn of making acid of rhyme
Forceful flavor war proclaimer in the back of the shrine
Snatching your moonrock pebbles from the satchel assigned
No time for Optimists, they’re past their Prime with Rodimus
I’m transforming scared swordsmen into obelisks
Cement mixer driving the only time I cop a brick
I’m action based, you’re talkative, so put a sock in it
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
