Sunday, December 25, 2016

white horus: culture hunter



Lyrics


Culture Hunter


Sample of Amy kinda ruined the beat 
Diggin the bees knees easy pull it to pieces 
and it ain't no new thing why do I still do this? 
why am I still wanting to reduce and pollute this when I am in love with it 
we despise insincerity 
Am I a picture of America? barely
A piece of white america certainly I'm a worthless appropriator on the surface good intentioned but below I don't know
Is this a low blow?
Is this the go home?
They might call me trash
As a matter of fact
A battering ram for the chattering sheeple and damned I'd say they have to understand but that's my mirror talk 
But the fear can craft an ego bias try this mind game pass the time so I'm prolly last in line the trash in rhyme
With flaccid lines I'm asinine But that might be anxiety talking inside my mind
Or it might be likely fact of life after 9
I'm mad of mind I pack a pipe to pass the time
I owe every damned line to some great black mastermind
I owe them much, Gil for the drums but the sample of Amy kinda ruined the beat
Diggin the bees knees but bee gees pulled it to pieces 
and it ain't no new thing why do I still do this 
why am I still wanting to reduce and pollute this when I am in love with it 



White Horus

Chinese chicken 
Japanese Tanuki on my shirt
Smoking Turkish cigarettes and Afghan Kush till my eyes hurt
Drink Kahlua Tequila Svedka Jarritos and Bob Marley's mellow mood
I know some people who do yoga
Some people that do martial arts
Some people that listen to Eminem, Post Malone Izzy and Macklemore
I listen to Aesop Rock
I listen to Bob Dylan
I used to like Elvis,The Beatles, Led Zeppelin
Tryna find replacements for my old favorites
But they so underground it's hard to find a playlist
Who inspired Aesop? 
Who inspired 21 pilots?
Who inspired Dire Straits Led Zep Bob Dylan Beatles The Who, who? Doors The Dead Rush Sinatra Eminem Elvis System of a Down? Who inspired them??
The greats were hardly that it's turning out
Look for a great the great got great off of 
The king of a genre they'll tell us
They couldn't cream for Chuck Berry so they made Elvis
It's some bullshit some people been smelling
We been stuffing our noses with our poorly imitated dreads and white stumble rap flow 
we can't make it the same although the biased masses say it's better than the grassroots, the public says so
It's really embarrassing if you know the way it aught to go
I'm ashamed to be a part of it on some minuscule level Idiot



Samples:


Gil Scott-Heron - I Think I'll Call It Morning

Amy Winehouse - I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know
Peter Willshire - Eye Of Horus (Déjà Vu)

Monday, November 7, 2016

1st World Problems



0.6 Lyrics

I'm broke as fuck, but still got more than some other people
I'm broke as fuck, but still got more than some other people

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things
And go out to eat like we ain't got a microwave
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money
We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things
And can't help others cuz we got them lights the pay 
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money


And we're off to the slums to build a multi million dollar stadium on top of poor people's places of residence sentiments to the denizens but our entertainment is more important than your survival it's in the bible, or something, Christian nation remember a nation under God since '54 forget the poor and Jesus' words I mean

Why we ain't helping the homeless
Why are there still poor people
America is our golden home plate
Forget the rags on 3rd base

Cuz we're broke as fuck 
(but you still got more than some other people)
Yeah, but We're still broke as fuck
(I mean still a lot more than some other people)
Well We're more broke than some other people 
(yeah but still got more than some other people)
....
(Got so much more than some other people)

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things
And waste our cheese like we can't cut the mold away
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money
We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things
And gotta spend our pay before its pulled away
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money

And we're off to exhibit B it's a busy busy bee pollinating the plants we eat
But lately the population is in decrease 

And 40% of the food used in the USA
Is thrown away somewhere down the consumer lane
It's a shame we come to this opulence the opposite of what it aughta be
Obviously we got no common sense 
Somebody somewhere can't get water to wet their throat
And over here Im complaining that I'm fucking broke
It's pretty stupid considering I got a lot more than other people 
I'm not really broke
I'm not really broke all at, I got enough

I got no money cuz I buy the nicest things
And go out to eat like I ain't got a microwave
Broke as all nothing
Still spending money
I got no money cuz I buy the nicest things
And can't help others cuz I got them lights the pay 
Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

0.4 Lyrics

Back in the day when everything would go good
 I might be able to swing even with no push 
In those days I, I suppose should,
Have felt so good so good

But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues

So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good

I don't know why the fuck I be complaining man
I got everything I need and live a decent life
No matter what I got sometimes I'm feeling different man
Wake up, wanna dream forever, Peter Pan
My girl like.. Santa got my letters
Said he can do it and he'll do me one better
She holds me when my dopamine is in the zone of Irish setter
She knows I'm insecure and so she tied the tether 
And I'm just tryna keep it together
So many people all depend on me tomorrow 
My job pays good and I'm off on the weekends
I still fear the dive board, lost in the deep end
Chilling in a shed behind my house that's made of plywood
A stray cat walks in, sees my lap and climbs aboard
His broken tail somehow reminds my of my childhood
When I was young and really felt that times were good
Uh
When everything would go good
 I might be able to swing even with no push 
In those days I, I suppose should,
Have felt so good so good

But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues

So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good



And I know that others have it worse
I'm sorry that I Bitch so much
The leaves are falling quickly In my head
I've got an illness that draws me to my bed
And draws me in a light untrue to self I see myself as lose I'm blue and there's nothing I can do but recognize that it's not true and know it will get better and it has, however slowly, as a snail I'm fond of comparing myself to 
I was there when hell froze 
I'll be here when you let go
Never that
Down battlefeild in a Buick bumping blu and homeboy sand
I do love my modern music.. Back then I was bumping the church hymns 

When everything would go good
 I might be able to swing even with no push 
In those days I, I suppose should,
Have felt so good so good

But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues

So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Silver Apples Lyrics




Mellow rob
Does his job

I don't think I'm the only one that hates working
You might not with great job or fake person
Either way you pay fines and make purchase
And you gotta make time for acquaintances 
And you gotta make jive with insanity
And you gotta wear styles from anatomy 
You gotta break barriers or inadequate 
You gotta make appearance when they ask where Adam at 
You gotta keep the peace in cohabitation habitats
Even though they little shits like a ratata
And they crawling everywhere like a ratata 
You want a little peace and quiet they ain't having that
You had better scrub persona with a Brillo pad
Every day I show up to work and I'm a different Adam
Feeling with these feuds I do's the dues of a diplomat
Coworkers do work worthless and it's like fix it adam

Mellow rob
Although he is grudging he will nonetheless insist on 
Doin his job
Getting shits and giggles when he don't wanna be pissed off

Tell them it's delicious 
   Why you take me aside?
I see that you're different
   My, I have a mind?
Actually you're killing it
   Fine, can I resign?
Who gon pay your silhouette?
   I'm in for the life 

Why should anyone try
Washing out the mind 
Watching what they vibe
When all are gonna die?

Why should anyone die
All with heavy eyes
Fall to their demise
With less than you surmise?

Askin myself why
I should labor like
Pack of 8 or 9
Snow dog in the night

As for my demise
I'll admit I might 
Might not hardly mind
I'll miss you and rhymes 


Mellow rob
Although he is grudging he will nonetheless insist on 
Doin his job
Getting shits and giggles when he don't wanna be pissed off
Mellow rob
Although he is willing he will put up a resistance  
Doin his job
Fuck the shits and giggles in the end I end up pissed off

I be on the sinsemilla
Coming home all killed a keeled over 
And this feeling quite familiar 
I still find time to sample stuff

Like this beat I jacked it pretty much
I don't care, I'm not making any money 
That's my girl, her knowledge cool as fuck 
And a bonus, she got a pretty butt
I'm off subject, but the subject is obsessed with success but none less than procrastination is in the brain and taken crazy portions from my broadcast
Who asked where the dow's at?

I can't be the only one that hates working 
maybe with a good job, and pay perfect 
Either way I pay fines and make purchase

And I gotta make time for acquaintances

Zeitgeist Philosophy Bandcamp


Finally put my last album up on Bandcamp. Free downloads, name your price. 2 Bonus tracks. New album coming soon.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Bulletproof Bottles (prod. Ryan Eads) Lyrics



Bulletproof Bottles

Inebriation from the molten sand 
Take me further from the thirst to get a fortune hand
Get to work intoxicated plausibility begin 
Crunching numbers whether I'll be another in the Flock of man. 
While the father figure stuffs through the crimp catch 
Law enforcement calling dust on the dispatch
A fringing needle meets its cusp on a twin graph 
Repressions aren't equal all my aquifers  are Mismatched
Meet the nauseating nozzle pumping gremlins into bottles when an effervescence wobbles on an elegant rebuttal in the tenement of puddles with a hesitant once over I shove it to the side
Rather, I stuff in down into the depths, I muster up what little left 
Of unction in my dying breath
Grab a bottle, shove the rest -inside

(Hook)
Little did I know at the time of my dinner with the missus of solar Ray sine 
Such a fake eye wait guy don't fall for the snake venomous lies
Break vestigial lines 
Bottlenecking to the hideous inside 
And little did the banter ease a riddling fear of end and anxious plea mangle thanks and angst it breeds 
And thanks to these
I tanks my needs awful
Fragile spirit, bulletproof bottles

Little did I know at the time of my dinner with the missus of solar Ray sine 
Such a fake eye wait guy don't fall for the snake venomous lies
Break vestigial lines 
Bottlenecking to the hideous inside 
And little did the banter ease a riddling fear of end and anxious plea mangle thanks and angst it breeds 
And thanks to these
I tanks my needs awful
Fragile spirit, bulletproof bottles


Sitting sideways on highways
Flat tires eyes dilated
You'd think it was fun to play
The way they say why MC A.? 
Why the hide of the normals
Why you climb out the door hinge 
Why's your head out the window?
I live my life by the tempo
I speed it up when it gets slow
Anything I'm feeling I keel over and say not it like Windsor 
Wince in the midst of the idea I need to fringe more
Recoil from the soil such as a Dimple in the flitting slope 

Such a fitting hope
Stuff into the thing and close
Closing notes
You should know your brother can't grow in a bubble nope

(hook)

Monday, January 18, 2016

Witch Hunt Lyrics

Solitary salad section awkward paring destination for the knight in feather Armour with a dyson in his armchair reaching out for welterweights see this ebbing designation rip another mate to shreds ay it's a dead day

And I don't see the light of day when I can finally sign away
I keep getting that 9 of spades
Distance divide the plains
I'm caught in the circle of circuses surfing the surface of earth in a search for a purpose
Blurring my focus with grey goose and Turkish camels I dance with a bitter resurgence 
Help me I'm lost and I'm not in harmony with myself my long thirst for scars in my arteries 
And why in society Catharsis is heresy?
A bottle of emotions in the freezer,
Didn't break just barely 
I zip my coat up to protect me from them witches
The ones over there had the pentagrams I'm a witness
Let the common people speak and freely choose their own niches 
Feed all the medicine men with 5 loaves and 2 fishes 
They got a scam hearted encephalon 
Separate from delegate hell sent from Beelzebub but I soothe their tooth for sorry blood and use a sooth to Harrow dung  hiccup in a disconnect to picture pick and borrow plum fuzz peach.. what
Witch hunt
Empty logic full of stigma
A normal with his fist up
Leeches skin and bone to fisticuffs 
Piss poor
Moneybags knock on his door
History
Repeat in cyclone of hinge doors

Who's been acting magically no sir I did no such thing 
Just tobacco in the ashtray and a cup of robust blend
I dream of black hole coffee beans darker than my lungs tinge 
I want my morning Joanna to suck me dry like a sun crisp
What do I do
What do I go and do after I know that it's true that ill be in the lieu of the tooth of the noose
If I consume of the loosest of shoes
Subconscious nudges are subject to hushes plus I Behoove to the choose
Superimpose a lucid induction 
Who's that comin in
Lawman, get to the attic
Crawl in the Sawzawed wall after a pause, kiss from my daddy
He said hide here till it's safe son I dunno if ill see you after
And you know that I---
Crash blast packs half ashes half plasma