Here we go, 8 tracks of analog monsters to flood your boombox and bash the teeth out of any that dares eat tapes. The A-side is all the songs and the B-side is the kind of treasure an emcee like me dreamed about back in the days of locking myself in the bathroom and freestyling for hours on end: the beats. TaliRod blended the Iron Mike Sharp instrumentals, so you'll have smooth transitions between those bars you're laying on thick.
As soon as the tapes come in, they will be on their way to you!
Unlike the mock up, the tapes will have no windows.
20 minutes each side, quality boom bap for your soul.
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From the first face tat to the third chain
Deserved fame
The words blaze paths with a terse aim
Berserk claims
Accursed place last and prefer frames
The bird brains
works trades flak in a curved maze
my word grave
Inertia stays the placeholder for the Kafka flights
Trying to get the picture just right, we crop it twice
It’s not advised to follow suit, Canal Streets to map
Defeatist slop they try to feed us that, indeed it’s fact
Why don’t you write what they say to us then read it back
They pray we bust I remain to crush, erupting into flames, combust
No puppet with a play deluxe, portrayal made of guts
I stay talking to myself like there are eight of us
And maybe there are and maybe there aren’t
Cause sometimes it feels my brain just some alien farm
Creating bizarre paintings made of phrases and art
Voracious and large as this is one occasion to spark
A traipse in the dark I’m taking it the labor enlarged
Back in the days, I was blazing cigars
Walking through the backwoods with pterodactyls, aiming to harm
Prepare the casket emblazoned with razors, apes and the scars
Trying to track that lost thought, my database is on Mars
Alice is in chains my wonderland with clay in the jars
Prepare the rocket ship, the wormhole now I’m launching in
All in the name of tracking down a long forgotten whim
What they got us in, trouble, lava bubbling
Crows stay marching on my windows, what is supple skin?
Going out on nothing but a limb, my rudder broken
Designer jeans and osmosis for the blood to soak in
Another Roman, Brutus on the mix, unkindest cut
With a neat little bow, so folks can tie this up
Love letters on receipts that they provide for us
So thoughtful of them Benedict Arnold then denied it thus
Declining payment thirty silver pieces, hills are rolling
Some break the law, but will uphold them just to kill the potent
And why is that man?
JON?DOE
It's like Swing batter batter ya lose, we battle these dudes
Then I batter their boos except my batter be ooze,
i baste and blasted her boobs after I bag her then move on
too bad it's the blues- honey badgers amused
The bastard imbues Find me Baskin with a basket of booze
u pissing blood now ya bladders confused
Blithering idiots who blabber the news, blackened and bruised
Silversmiths never lack in the lube, tracks in the Louvre
Yall lose when we loose the diction, commute the system
The sentence of these sentences' silence- a mute existence
A brute affliction, you thought this broods a fiction
Accrued a crude crew we set the cruise to bitchin
My shield is pineal perform- the eye closes
3rd from the sun that warms the sky- roast cliques
Answers no when they warned... to try? The guys knows this
Informed and still swarm? Some form of psychosis
My mind is a mixture of the Red Room and Red Rocks
I been rocked from Bedlam to bedrooms to bedrock
Crowds hype but uneasy like they likshots in wet socks
Trigger finger like a porn star- it gets cocked
Techs, glocks, shotties, soul and bodies- see us set em free
Rattlesnake rhymer with a diamondback pedigree
Aint scared? Well ya better be
Warning sticker on the album says "front: towards enemy"
Pump the raw energy- electric stacks
Catch a 2 piece with a biscuit and and extra slap
Bless the track? U know that we the best at that
We log on- wack rappers left the chat
Tell em lemme see dem hands up into the ozone Holmes
Imma get them peeps rockin in an old folks home
The ink in my pen gettin froze on poems
Find me wandering the lands where explosions roam
Holding chrome like my name is Prince
Hearts explode once they laid the stents, labeled since
As exact as a laser prints, what we lay's intense
Leave the lay amazed now they convinced... yall trapped inside a wordgrave
credits
from Iron Kofa Sharp,
released June 30, 2023
JON?DOE couldn't just rap a few bars, he had to go bonkers.
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
