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ashes of pets
02:24
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i brought bale to the potluck
covered in maggots, doublefisting jars of rotgut
scarlet eyed, probably died
parked inside a harlots thighs
i arise anew and cried
dimming on a blue divide
i have only ever been on my own futures side
not really into bowling but i’m smoking
like the dude abides
can you devise
wolf chewing thru
your clueless rhymes
you stupidly assign yourself
to queue up for your own demise
true writers, tell me who’s nicer
get you closer to God by stepping into Lou’s cypher
uh - ashes of my pets on the mantle
looking for the spell that let me ride em into battle
ring the summoning bell
in a wondrous hell
under the veill
wishing something would sell
aint got a comfort zone
far from comfortable
always slightly cold
it drip nostalgia tho?
i wanna be
where the mutiny are
mutually scarred
rolling through illusory walls
foreheads furrowed as they question it
tell me that I’m really here
there’s contrary evidence
admittedly, i’ve treated folks shittily
critically i DIY except i do it pitifully
if hades has a pit for me
it’s filled with piss and glistening
hotter than the flames of
brian spilner frying piston rings
now i lay me deep beneath the facial recognition
got somethin swimming in my pot to piss in, man listen
verily potentially ready for thee electric zoom therapy
letting my anxieties sing merrily
shredding these shredded beef bags with brains steadily
word to all stephanies that’s my pedigree, let it be
anime sad boy energy relentlessly
(augments the cortex
contort the skull fortress
microscopically enormous)
amongst weevils and worms i’s discussed in hushed whispers
the crushed drifter that touched winter
but much grimmer
wormtongue silver surfdom aint no querstion
smoke til my verse done
until the day that my hearse comes
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2. |
solstices
01:28
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ALL HAIL The orphaned kin
of cosmic horror born within
contorted forms of torturing
behold the face before the skin
feisty - caught the longest wind
casting lots with songstresses
catapulting fortresses
with several sets of soldier wigs
i’m bordering on sorta caught along the corpo offices
louie lighting up in the solarium
for solstices
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3. |
the fly swatter
00:57
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cacique sin corona torch the sand
best abort all plans for that house of glass
kings draped in rags
faking jack tall tales create the past
they took our flags
we pushed em back
never hopeless
seems they wasn’t joking
when they sang let it sink into the ocean
fam with banana trees on properties
playing eight ball all hours
uncle g a heavy weight
cousin home late
so he took the full force of a
flyswatter to the face
stunned held fast in place
unk just picked up his cue and continued the game
thru tears cuz say he’s hitting the hallways
when we back from the island he gonna smoke all day
i popped return to the 36th chamber and hit play
dont see much of them now
but i still visit that tape
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4. |
gradients
01:59
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jessica care moore once told me i should keep writing
so here is me trying
and the sum total of my effort:
i’m now a “how to handle major disappointment” expert
long run, short pier, head first
tucked in - time to shamble with the glowing specters
all knowing hecklers at the all day breakfast
the day fading
to immolated gradients
hues stole from the sun as it sank slow
thankful as ever just to bask in the glow
absolute zero close
he takes his dose
grip dip dive dissolve into the island coast
Luiza dancing for our souls
crowned in that same horizon though
Hadron colliding broke
me into several frozen flames
broke the balance of the game
but now they know a fucking name
name in lights - cold photons shifting patterns
my phonons rearrange to take the shape of …what? (what was shattered)
familia insignificantly small like nothing matters
all matter mapped to nothing actually
take me to task i shine spark in the darkness
double jump the sunken pixels
drunken wistful wishful for days gone; simple
darkened lungs traded for the blissful
circulation suffering
the yoke of time in fistfuls
lord knows i need to smoke
to straddle lines and steady mine
arawak lords live
from alternate timelines
this equation is nothing more than a superpostion
my former personas missing
hidden
under the floorboards of kitchens
you can hear them whisper if you listen
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5. |
for the birds
01:28
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the shortsighted
miss contact often
with my xray spex
i see more than hoffman
wolf post game content
not your average boss
got more lines than alexander pajitnov
puzzling - keep spinning yr wheels
i been had it solved
for those acting raw
we’ll see you in your city
when we back on tour
jimmy duggin with the hack and saw
back is sore
from carrying boom bap
and clashing swords
tarnished bloody wolf
the type to slay
these nightmare creatures
you the type to lie on mics
and over pay for phoned in features
“why’d you forfeit?”
i’m like “fuck this life on tour shit, funds too short to afford it”
i’d rather fill a quiet room with blooming orchids
rather navigate a pitch black fortress with no torches
rather spit a verse than a chorus
if off brand rap is for the birds
than i am HORUS
reloaded as insect interloping over oceans
word to the shifting patterns dancing on the OLED
keep the jewels, fool- run the motherfucking pro keds
pull up to the venue half dead on a mo-ped
opened
for whoever
sound guy was like “dope set”
crowd was like “oh… meh”
paid in drink tickets
now i’m getting grotesque
and they wonder why he hopeless
little louie never leave the block like j. lopez
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6. |
cypress
01:37
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mine eyes collide with deep starry skies
ivy climb spine
spinning pale fabrics
out of wine
if no one is selling
how does one buy time
i just, might just, swim with the vipers / tried to fill pages like my pops up in rikers/ so called writers turn spectral moonlighters/ its alright tho - pen deconstruct those who spite us/ i dont spit no more/ cant relate to the horde/ took me 39 years to check my ego at the door/ like this - watch ripples in the shade of a cypress/ dont wanna type this/ I’m Arthur with the tight fist/ composition on the page/ or rule of thirds in a frame/ tried a reconnect but at my age/ it really aint the same/ so he slide to the hermitage/ try to sling the verbs again/ 13 albums deep and still nobody ever heard of ‘em/
city calls pretty talk/ songs soar on angel wing/
but pigeon toed and pixelated memories are stranger things/
instantly the ink stains swarm solid take shape/ painstakingly animated, aint they great? / wait…
starry mind close to sky
staring til it got you high
to only stand and watch and wait
yeah, the weather’s fucking great
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7. |
good eye
02:32
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that walk from 3rd to 6th was stiff, uphill
we kept on til 8th ave. still
brought home live crabs, buckets filled
washed in the tub then boiled bright red
while a ruckus
of neighbors and strangers chill
drinks spill, stogs smoked
i held the thoughts close
transcribed the miles we walked
in secret scribbled notes
folks i didn’t recognize
most salute as he strode by
never wondered why
or what was supplied
what a guy
it’s just dope and wine now.
smoke alone in the corner like put in time out
it’s me blessed in the reeds camouflaged in green leaf
striped to the bone marrow unperceived
til the teeth sink deep
the disruption for the peace be
signified by beats
blood speaks
we weep
wake and walk to where the liquor cheap
little me imagining the devils deep
in the ceiling
or my own skin peeling over fiery lakes
woke up with my leg still shaking
eyes tearing, mind still, mom dealing, free wheeling
bipolar default mode flip
like coin toss
final boss
cheap tiger claws
forever live from abandoned malls
on caved foundations
we laid awake praying
heaven held some approximation of playstations
or some way to sample the songs our lives play in
abuelo cracking shells
the juice spraying
percussive pots and pans - deathknells playing
needles and records scraping
bad spanish on fire escaping
boricua flags swaying
rats in handball courts
the pigs still misbehaving
the quiet,private glimmer of that haven
smoke from my nostrils met the sky
i looked down at the handball courts and almost cried
still not sure why
can still see the verazano inside
the lids of our goodest eyes
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8. |
decoupler
01:42
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these is lessons from red zealots with a web presence
mysterium tremendous - history upended
you cant live the life you want but you can surely rent it
subscribe now, pretend it
and please refer a friend, kid
song for mothers without children
songs for the rank and file vermin in burning buildings still listening
remnants of human skin still we glistening
they colonize your isle
and be like “how come no one’s visiting?”
bizarro world cacique wolf colonized spain
cut the hands off ferdinand
bring isabella the pain
Theory verse praxis
you bastards got it backwards
Attack these wack actors with arawak axes!
fuck a shattered jaw
leave you red
as the gore of of a matador
leaking out, wishing that it mattered more
your chatter bores
we get high like matterhorn
might sample horns
i heard playing in a granny porn
wolf beyond sanity
bomb fire vanity
nameless king snatch crowns
in thousand times gravity
rarely hyperbolic nobodys as heartless
as these famished martians starving in greasy grimy garments
if they ever come asking say i fled to the island
If i make it to vlad i’ll do my interview smiling
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9. |
the knucklepuck
01:35
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y’all some brave little toasters
louie roast ya
fragile be the tattered bones
and galleries of shattered poems
wolf never cry when he high some theorize what a weird guy
only leave the house for clear eyes
riding the myriad waves of vapor in these papers
crane vs dove skulls show the same love
wanna rumble with the swamp rat?
mind your manners
second verse same as the first in mangled spanish
or spanglish - they say wolfie outta practice
kicked out the bunker for killing all the rations
in his defense the indica was hella dense
might help or hinder eloquence
or splinter up the sediment
cooking up the worms with the wellington
hungrier than thou
feeding audrey II all these so called veterans
louie’s outlandish
from another planet
no motherland
brooklyn just where he landed
spacier than kevin in kpax
aim at internet fame brats
trading the same raps
got a bag with the barracuda lugers
boston baked crabs verse borderland shooters
blades to the eyes
if you knuckle puckers plagiarize
my style major nice
corazones - made of ice
disperse first, if i was you i’d heed the warnings
stoneheart so cold it reverse global warming born in
the miasma smothered by the hands of metal mothers
molded into bone and clay, a poor display
but caught a ray of starlight
night before my court date
whispering i ought to stay
telepathic delta waves
attics full of rats and petals
wearing skulls like medals
when we get down
up goes the level
predation of a scavenger
who happened to
settle
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10. |
lavaplatos
03:21
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Karen o croonin
Out the kia soul
Slow bloomin
With the lotus inked
Muddy water quiver
pour another drink
Por favor
Mi amor
See the door of paradise
Open hopes
To sever ropes
That tether me to parasites
Classic lou 34
Wolf with the dirty maw
Mercy for the kid
Singing what you really worried for?
i don’t hate on these rappers! / i don’t even know the names of these rappers! / i don’t blame these actors / for distancing themselves from “old heads” and “backpackers” / craft us sophisticated scripts not for rhymers/ old graff writers turned graphic designers / rap anachronism boom bap for old timers/ come find us. so blighted/ we forget what time is/ high as borealis light it/
glass chambers filled with smoke and ash frequent/ fill pages with balderdash and passed down secrets / high as we get / dun, i only rap this way on weekends
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