Zodiac EP

by buster wolf



released June 4, 2016

Tracks 1,2,4,5, and 6 Produced by Buster Wolf and Ryan Chavers
Track 3 Produced by DJ Proof

Tracks 1,2,4, and 5 written by Buster Wolf
Track 3 written by Buster Wolf and Artisan P
Track 6 written by Buster Wolf and Ryan Chavers

Engineered and Mixed by Chan Leonard and Ryan Chavers at Komplex Studios, Tallahassee, FL

Design by Lee Bretschneider - @breshnyda


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Track Name: Wait for the Wolf
Now, Buster Wolf's a vegetarian/ don't want no beef/ but getting plenty protein from eating wack mc's/ y todavia tengo sangre dripping from my teeth/ so please excuse the bloody maw when I'm out on the street/ I bang beats out/ percussive fists shift the Earth's axis/ these young cats at bat need to take note and practice/ I smack kids coming in my cypher half witted/ stole time from the gods and mastered my craft with it/ I mean I'm tapping into shit that's sacred and unknowable/ that's how I get the wolf pack howling when I got a show to do/ I never mince words/ disturbed herbs/ never whisper/ words often misheard, shallow minds splinter/ my heart pumps Brooklyn winters/ in the Summer stay sanguine/ stray cat that say that same song with strange language/ bet they didn't know the Buster Wolf was a geologist/ I mastered the science of breaking new ground and rocking it/ slept under the mantle since the neogene times/ learned to dig the carts and never build on faulty lines/ it's really real how I reside around the sound that isn't made/ I'm Kill La Kill, I slay the king with half a fucking scissor blade/ what?
Track Name: Mina Loy
dance with a somnambulist
soliloquies spin free
with a little sweet and subtle numbing me, simply
grip mics tight when i'm brandishing those
wolf stay lit with the chandelier souls
go get that, spit champion prose
bear witness to the fact that he dope
regicide for the cats that sat in the throne
don't fit with the pros so i'm lampin alone
got groundswell I shine like star shells
force of the flow is artesian wells
of course i can blow through your whole citadel
on a midnight train Zodiac carrousel
comparisons are odious - aint nobody close to this
homie, this - music cornucopia is copious
incontrovertible puerto rock b-boy
stellectric when i spit, leave blocks de-stroyed
unclear context be the mode i employ
same complex as the ghost in the droid
paranoid toys no stranger to the void
asteroid impact rap game mina loy

your language is in livery - i damage your vicinity
li-terally hittin these cats with wicked imagery
wolf is the epitome of wounding minds critically
critics don't interest me - never mind the industry
listen, b, this is the - entrance to infinity
manikins masquerade and manifest the mystery
take aim take stage my page make flame
old age so strange displayed with no shame
okay, cold days, I used to hop trains
overlook my city - snake through those veins
the panoramic visions are vivid and so gray
automatic prison - i'm livin in sold days
lunatics move to this soon as the gorove plays
and lindy hop with lucifer in pale moon rays
I, catalyst, leave you lost inside a labyrinth
master this, tongue be the dagger that I'm stabbin with
speak off beat leave your metronome home
freaks taught me only speak what I know
must not sleep, must make beats for poems
infect deep by the streets that I roamed
unclear context be the mode i employ
same complex as the ghost in the droid
paranoid toys no stranger to the void
asteroid impact rap game mina loy
Track Name: Picture This (Feat. Artisan P, Prod. by DJ Proof)
Buster Wolf:
And I know I could have caved with the best of these strays in subways
Tunneled for days only to surface where the wild things played
(but is this) time better spent on dodging bitterness
Reassembling revenants who couldn’t care less
Hence the hesitance
To stumble brave toward that new set of dagger eyes
Four chambers rust eaten, pass the bottle, treat me sweetly
See, it’s sorta similar to replicant life spans
Tour the water till your four years up then
Redraw your borders
With cartographers hands
Sans islands and archipelagos
Take a dose of vapor in the morning
Wear your bones like you mean it
Or dress yourself in broken pixels
Introduce yourself as wistful
And wait for sweater weather
White blooded with
Weighted wing feathers
What’s better?
A pretty push past the flocks of flightless
A firefly in a mason jar to light this

I’ll quietly crawl across a curled spine to find
spectral eyes to meet mine
To say sooth, tell tale, or sing in crowspeak
through loose teeth
Mouths can cauterize with muted music
The cut and carved hearts of the wounded

Hey hey hey this king of the shit pile / rock a rusted crown tilted/ the slow motion kill scene was filthy/
Bored to death till the cleric resurrect/ I see through identities like x ray spex/ I’m not the one to write off or discard/ spit hard chain mail raps in a ship yard/ I will scar the hard hearted with icicle daggers or frostmourne/ fork tongue, sword tooth, say sooth through broken jaw/ broken word unspoken holding talismans/ to ward the yokai with/ smoke pipes with Mithrandir on floating islands/ I hover, brandish AT Fields for the angels/ geomancer strangles with living bramble/ veins tangled / break bread with well dressed wraiths, quite simply/ quietly composing space opera symphonies/ spin free, with a little sweet and simple numb the chest piece/ keep my ghost at arms length in a stasis/ basic dystopian funk to fuck faces/ tuck laces, tucked blades under tongues / Brooklyn bums barter bardsongs for beer funds/ where I’s from/ I sleep well in a bed of cicadas/ singing “wake up, cousin – ain’t nobody gonna save us” /

Picture this/ time spent/ in a city/ spine bent/
all framed/ watch it go
on busses/ on trains
I left behind my name/
for a little bit of fame

Artisan P:
a brick in the wall, another face in the city

i walk around as a nobody in the vicinity

who’s coming with me? because i’m destined for hometown

arrive as a stranger, moving through like ghost sounds

hope’s found, then floats like a tugboat

off into the currents with a palm around my throat

i stitch together narratives in hopes to invoke

to steady nod heads to steady keep it dope

under my dome piece are hidden all alone these

thoughts that come to life as that terrifies the old me

never mind the bullocks, i dip for Okeechobee

thru canopy roads that we gallop on so slowly

i’ll reach the outer limits, i’ll be a thunder bang

while the other sang under god forsaken summer days

break it down to pieces, tear it up like loose leaf

and put it back together as a tune that soothes me

who’s he that throws labels willy nilly

perspective only works with you split it 50-50

come and get me, i’m rolling out on skid fixies

i’ll be there in a hurry in the matter of a jiffy

we stalk nights like the shadows of old city

for dramatic effect, winds push leaves gritty

another town, another set of swinging doors

another round of drinks to reminisce forever more
Track Name: Tic-Toc (Feat. Wood Thrush)
I wrote these lines
in the company of felines
white noise, muted flicks
and mason jars of cheap wine
rewind eight millimeters
worth of free time
read it off the paper
to remind me things will be fine
are these rhymes
just my chosen method to murder minutes
til the beard grows grey
and his wolf days are finished?
i've witnessed the litmus change colors
like autumn leaves abandoning trees in big numbers
like ladies changing faces
relationships gone under
like cicada wings after
17 year slumber
and i wonder
how much longer til i sail off
how much longer til i'm frail
and racked with a tell tale cough
that calls Thanatos
to reap his harvest
recycle my cold soul
bring it back to where it started
when I'm dearly departed
how long til I'm forgotten
will they speak ill of this cadaver
'fore his bones have started rotting?
pardon - but it keeps 40 winks to a fraction
when it all goes down
i'ma sink with the captain
don't think - it's time for some action
i ain't living like the dead
life isn't a closed casket

I wrote these lines while slouching in a cubicle
day dreaming of the cities that i've seen
all beautiful
walked this crooked earth from
cobblestone to catacombs
but wolf's just passing through
I've never really had a home
I'd rather roam
adding prose to this tattered tome
til both our spines are misaligned
my ghost will sing "i had to go"
and it's - truly nothing to be sad about
i lived doing what i loved
of that I've never really had a doubt
so what you worried for?
what you in a hurry for?
i'm taking time to fall in love
with every moment til I'm buried or
they tossing wolf's ashes off
the brooklyn bridge
remember me for who i was
and not for what i said and did
you better live
like all plans tentative
like you a representative
of how to dead the negative
just put that hope into practice
just be mindful of this moment
just be there when it happens
until I expire and that's all she wrote
I’m finding life in every breath
until I rock that pine overcoat

and I won't waste my time here
I'm doing just fine here
Track Name: Twice Upon a Time
While you were getting by
life was going by
time aint on your side
it's right behind you
holding a knife

peace to calliope silently stay providing me nothing but dope
discussion she hushing the voice inside of me
finally shining vibrantly
holding the mic mightily
decidedly dope - least i hope and so
i try to be

uncommon author rotary with the potency
poetry on percussion, we hustlin with the coterie
trusting i'll rock it globally, eventually
but locally - rip shows for those close to me - i'm where i'm post to be

i digress - penning the grotesque
spitting locusts from my lips
wolf be - the muddy lotus

every flow-is my opus, i'm rougish
so note this: if you coming bogus
drop your mics right now and put your throat where that rope is

wrote this - off no sleep, so prose deep
cities where where broken souls creep
they know me
hold these - sinister visions close-ly

sometime some rhyme in shady ways
with one line i radiate
like sunshine after a rainy day

nominate wolf for magistrate
he promise to serve roast duck daily on silver plate if they dare immitate
allow me to elaborate/ wolf the great/ next lp worth the wait/ or worth it's atomic weight in oro/ i'm auron the unsent, bent, i'm el torro/ you can get the horns when the kid perform solo/ lobo sink teeth deep in beats
might sneak in a low blow / it aint no mystery how bust muster up his energy for spirit bombs and limit these mc's for centuries/ expertly employ the extrasensory/ til entropy erodes the soul goes and I'm empty, see?/ meant to be on mics that's a fact irrefutable/
and no you can't have this beat your flow is not suitable/ you need something new to do / step off the stage if the culture isn't moving you/ or you can’t do what Louie do
wolf run with super crew of fresh cats that rep that wolfpack from here to where you rest at