This CD is beautiful. Do you know why? It's because Shane Joines made some crazy artwork and then Chef Mike whipped it up in the graphic wizard kitchen and came up with the magicalness that is this CD. There are 50 CDs like this in the world, a handful have already gone to collaborators and folks on my mailing list who swooped it early, SO YOU'LL HAVE TO CLICK BELOW TO SEE HOW MANY ARE ACTUALLY AVAILABLE. I like being small, so you won't find me doing a repress. You want one? Get it! Got it? Good.
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I wrote and recorded this song, sending a rough mix to Chumzilla, as I wasn't sure what I was to be doing with the folder of 80 beats. This song exists as a proof of concept/proposal to Chumzilla that we build an album.
lyrics
So I was given the opportunity to do some things
Use the wings, fly a little higher, a maneuver flings
The mood it swings, running rings around a rainbow
Taking the time to soak it in and then arrange flows
Who’s got the set of words to properly direct the verse
I ought to be a mess of nerves
But, somehow, I’m staying calm in the midst of this
Making songs, Chumzilla still assisted with
80 beats a single folder, that’s the randomness
Digging through to find the treasure that I ramble in
Putting on my shoes with the lifts to walk it out
No disrespect to Steve Rifkind, that is not allowed
The beat’s different, so I change adapt accordingly
Not stacking paper, make them clap with rap for sure it’s heat
Take a tour or three, we’re providing the guidance
And if required, we’re bringing the fire to hydrants
But this one here, nah, it’s pretty chill
So I write it to the plant leaves swaying on the window sill
My wife’s the one handling all the of variegation
I sneak downstairs to write, my oldest son barely awakened
The younger son is already eating toaster strudels
Leaving flakes on the iPad, playing games with hopeful movements
Crouching over the screen like those old dudes with MahJong
Back in the days when China was my home, a lost song
The culture war survivor smoking marleys at the postal
I’m buying stamps to mail loneliness that’s hopeful
Back in my spot, I’ve got a giant paper on the wall
Listing who and when I mailed my letters to, I want to stall
A friend mailed me aromatics and so I’m smoking them
As though I travel to my home again, lungs are broken in
It won’t begin to help the isolated, but I try
Strike the match and breathe in deeply with my wonder why
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
