Double disc ($5,000 Flashlights and 102 Magnets), sealed with custom ribbon affixed by a laser-etched aluminum boombox with industrial grade adhesive backing, includes holographic BoomKofa sticker. Only 50 were made.
Includes unlimited streaming of $5,000 Flashlights
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
Look, I know it’s kind of weird, but man forget a flight of beers
I want a jumbo jet with different pop to sip, recline, and cheer
I’m the button masher, mixing every flavor possible
King of fountain drinks, your approval’s not an obstacle
See, I figured that I drink it, my opinion matters here
Climbing carbonated ladders up into the stratosphere
So Dew comes with a new one and who runs to pursue some?
The gift of yummy parts of gummi sharks, plus a blue tongue
Cut a Q-tip in half and put a piece in each ear
Let it dangle just a bit, would you consider it weird
I got air pods that didn’t even cost me a buck
And if your posse’s not on Wall Street, then they’re probably stuck
Shout to George Tom & Robin, 7 days in Santa Cruz
So many years have gone by, yet the faster it moves
And I’ve got still got the photos that we took in that booth
And maybe one day, we’ll rerelease that album anew
walking down your block in a pair of stained blue suede shoes
No pay stubs required, I paid dues
Take truth divided, tonight it remains true
how many day ones are going to make it to day two
The latter day saints who ain’t half that contaminate
The gamma ray recipient sitting within a bath of rage
Examined states different stakes raised a little smidge
Ice sculptures, AKs, parade days, we visited
8 days a prisoner, smoke breaks habitual
Good for the soul, yet broke planes of physical
Don’t change medicinal dose weighed on triple beams
Arthritic fingers that crocheted the crippled scene
Behind a set of worn curtains with a tinge of green
Always the observer ever since a winsome teen
Taking notes closely never would she intervene
Sweeping up the scraps of foam cups with a hint of lean
Her name was Imogene growing up in the same spot
A corner mechanic, an empty payphone box
Grocery replaced by a Dollar General
Neighbors with a big screen in a broken home, it’s all rental
I’m Son Doobie bumping Illmatic, eating some Pop Tarts
Wash it all down with flavored BANGs and some Rock Stars
Crass and loving language visual the buzz is banging strong
Thought that maybe it could be so simple, I wasn’t wrong
Come along trace the circumference of my wonderment
Alias my radius Wonder twin mumbles summoning
Another roly poly coming in for a pummeling
No rebuttal what a subtle binge, bottle guzzling
Sitting on the wall, 99 of them in all,
tonight they’re finna fall
So don’t begin to call,
Before you know it, find your chin within a squall, your boring opus
Is sort of hopeless, a rapping Maury Povich
Furthermore we noted, you’re a purgatory chosen
Elope with wack beats to some deserted island, with the shurikens flying
For sure you’re frying, sizzling upon a burnt horizon
So listen to this interpret nicest murderizing
credits
from $5,000 Flashlights,
released September 2, 2019
Produced and mixed down/mastered by Agent Orange
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
