Zodiac EP

by buster wolf

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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?
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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
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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 vamonos 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
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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
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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

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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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