1. |
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(hook)
You got to hop up on this vibration
You know you got to hop up on this vibration
I said you got to hop up on this vibration
You know yo got to hop up on this vibration
Verse
Check it check it out
It's that dirt music, freshly unearthed unearthly feeling
Delivered directly from God, God willing
Derived from the rawest rhythms ever combined
Sources of inspiration I find's all a part of the scheme
Like I'm constantly copping a cup of coffee and popping in a physical copy of A Love Supreme just to shift the colors and the shapes inside of my dreams.
(piano solo)
(hook)
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2. |
Dirt
03:58
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(Verse 1)
Let the umm
Dark chocolate mocha spark my chakras and unclot the spot thats clogging my thought process
Hop out of bed to unblock my inner prophet
Lock myself in a room until my health is a tomb
I want my soul to glow through every solo that I blow I focus in like a pose in a dojo
I might ball like nike mojo just toss me a cup of jo and I drop into my zone
I got the power to tackle a hundred foes while I'm shackled in a hole with an elephant on my skull
People are ants, I'm a tarantula
Feeling like every track I craft is a masterpiece on the roll
Like my caravan when I jump it over a mega ramp and pull the E break to slip back in my gypsy camp
That's my kumpania
Gather round I'll drop the scoop on ya
(Verse 2)
I really dig it when I really dig into my subconscious combine everything I ever thought at one time
And when the planets align
I walk on the pacific sea like Jesus sandals were mine
I'm too unspecific to see what I actually want to be
Come listen to me I'll confuse you too
Stick two words together then perform some voodoo
Let you view it and now I got a hand in your mind
Somebody stop that raggedy rad kid rocking loafers and rags from brainwashing us with his pantomimes
Got stressed depressed but now I'm fine still I can't recline
Ask me any question I probably answer in rhyme
Matter of fact, I pry open my third cataract
Spark the chakra with the dark chocolate mocha now that I shine
(piano solo)
(Verse 3)
My dad told me my bars were too cerebral
I told my dad his cerebral was too barred
Two bars in I'm about to be too far out the realm of the radar I guess I'll just cruise farther
Intellect kicked raspier than chewbacca
Celebrate the outcome like booyaka booyaka
I clocked into work paper back under my arm
Find myself in a novel exiled by Mustapha
Swapping literature on the railroad tracks where you'll find me when the world finally cracks
Matter of fact I'm bending words like the sword on Count Duku's
Kick the system like McMurphy when he flew over the Cuckoo's nest
Yelling look who's back and look who's just alone at home reading just to look my best
I've been looking for new hobbies because rapping's a synch
Conduct myself with the character of Atticus Finch
Avoid a brainwashed culture like the savages did
It's not A Brave New World it's an enslave you world
I'm Bobby Pendragon fluming in to save the world
I'm John Mayer waiting on someone to change the world
I'm myself
By myself ninety percent of the time unintentionally different
Been depressed since 5th grade thanks to Lemony Snicket
Now when life hands me lemons I start snickering after I vanish from view of the telescreen
Those dagnab thought police been trying to vaporize me for 33 years consecutively
They haven't caught me yet
Second time I felt a threat I fled to Ankeny alley grabbed some voodoo doughnuts declared myself as a scalawag
Ran a couple vocal numbers with O'malley then ran across Burnside without stopping to check
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3. |
Paige Olivia
03:37
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(Verse 1)
Dear Father in heaven
Take care of my father on earth, mother, sister and my niece
Kissed her on the nose as I left connected foreheads with her to feel a second of peace
Like does this tiny human know of any evil yet, and are my dogs capable of evil at all
Every endeavors pure until you get people involved I concluded I don't need 'em, except like three of them
Give or take a baker's dozen depend on how many those people is peeping this song
Grooving to it and singing along
I tried to peace some of this mess together but some of the puzzle pieces seem to be wrong.
(Chorus)
And I don't really like that sound
I don't really like that sound
And I don't really like that sound
(Verse 2)
Dear Father in heaven
Bind satan away from these children
I used to go to church every Sunday this old man would pray that's exactly what he'd say
He'd say
Dear Father in heaven
Bind satan away from Paige Olivia and all four of her great grand parents
Memo and Granddaddy, Grandma and Pop
Grand mommy already chilling up top
Remembering her pushes me past pettier worries that keep my mind locked
She gave me a peanut butter and honey told me that she loved me sat next to me I remember it well
Nowadays I make my own, and tell myself I need to be better and sit in silence in this white box alone.
(Chorus)
And I don't really like that sound
I don't really like that sound
And I don't really like that sound
(Verse 3)
Dear Father up above
Hold my hand as I break below the surface
Allow me to feel your spirit in the darkest ravine
Surround me to keep my heart pristine
Allow me to feel your spirit in the darkest ravine
Surround me to keep my heart pristine
Instill in me the drive and joy of being alive so that I can spread love to every single living being because
(Chorus)
You know that I like that sound
You know that I like that sound
x4
(Piano solo)
Dear Father in heaven
Take care of my father on earth, mother, sister and my niece
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4. |
Head Rap
05:31
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(Hook)
Checka checka wait checka I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
Checka checka wait checka I can't sleep
I can't dream
I can't breathe
(Verse 1)
Checka checka wait checka let me breathe
I resonate till I'm one with the seven seas
I let my chest vibrate depressive tendencies get suppressed
Checka uhh Let me breathe I'm like
Chill man let me chill I'm easy going trynna cop a mellow groove
Hop the max without paying I got water in my shoes I lay and wallow in my blues
Ever since I was born under water while rocking a head wrap I've been following the truth
Meaning I'm walking behind myself flip the TV off I stop swallowing the news
Ever since my blue and white bike got stolen
I been bumping Resurrection 'till the early morning
Pin point the very source that inspired me I wrote my first rap on the head wrap that I was born in
I'm barely a rapper but theres barely a rapper that could rap his head around the styles that I'm exploring
And that's word to my mom
If she ever heard my song but
(Hook)
Checka checka wait checka I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
Checka checka wait checka I can't sleep
I can't dream
I can't breathe
(Verse 2)
You don't matter
Nobody cares about you
There I go again talking to myself
Nobody cares what I do
I pinky promise
Still I'm trynna cop a mellow groove
Juke through the rhythm like a running back
I showed a bum named Greg selling crack some of my songs
He called a buddy over and told me to run it back
Thats the first night I got to Portland
My shoes weren't even soggy yet
Now I walk the wasteland with nothing as far as plans, I got nothing in my hands light saber tucked into my waist band
I'm Mace Windu how I lace the music with tasteful nuances that could shape your mood
And that's word to my niece I pray the world gets better just so she could find peace but
(Hook)
Checka checka wait checka I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
Checka checka wait checka I can't breathe
I suffocate on what I can't be
Crawling through the deepest crevice of creativity reaching for a peak that I can't see
(Verse 3)
Search through hard soil
Disperse sick verses 'till my heart spoils
I won't conform to the social norm
I just approach a mic and perch like a gargoyle
There's three of me watching out for a hunchback
I sound like Dori trying to talk to a humpback
That means I'm too deep nobody will listen
My styles more like free jazz than it is to typical rap
My styles more like free jazz than it is to typical rap
I could sense it ever since the day Sybil Trelawney foresaw my fate
The prophecy cracked tell Voldemort I'm on my way
Wipe away any wizard when I wave my wand
Decapitate uruk-hai when I raise my sword
Carry light into the darkness when I praise the Lord
I hop up onto any track with my inhaler because
(Hook)
Checka checka wait checka I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
(Bass solo)
Check checka wait checka
Let me breathe I resonate 'till I'm one with the seven seas
Let my chest vibrate depressive tendencies get suppressed
Checka uhh
I can't breathe
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5. |
Dreams, Chaos
06:20
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The sun tried to rise
But the sky wasn't ready
And I wanted to wake up
But my dreams wouldn't let me
And now I'm all alone
And still I can't go home
The window by my bed speaks the chaos of the city
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6. |
The Grid Plan
03:15
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Stealthily plotting my escape
But monuments keep toppling over the ruines I'm usually lost in
Unusually exhausted
Ninety percent of this person's personalities worthless fairly often
Barely stepped up to the platform and I'm steadily coughing
Voice has been mad scragglier than the average ever since my tonsils chopped
I'd say I'm chilling
(Piano)
This music is the chauffeur of the mood
Stand up out my chair just to get closer to the moon I might pull a Remus Lupin
Rock bags under my eyes
Howling on this beat as long as the beat is looping
See me scoop an extra spoonful of dark roast into my keurig after repeatedly snoozing
Because the sky is dreary and the cities grey
Everybody's gloomy
I only travel in the dark of the shadows
I go to battle with the sharks in the shallows
I'm that megaladon
Prehistoric beast that
Stoic monster of the open seas
Stowing mantras in my memories
Zoning out of consciousness every time the rhythm starts developing
And when the feeling begins to envelop me the sickness starts to swell up
(piano)
Imagine having a radical state of mind with a
Emphasis on extravagant sense of four dimensions
And figments I can't afford to mention
Cuz the ideas that sent them watch me while I sleep
They mutter to me while I lie awake
But the moment I awake
These vivid visions evade me i'm back in the room I fell asleep in and my mind is straight
These visions these dreams tuck me into bed
When the sky is dreary and the cities red
Its either thoughts of eldritch abstractions that intoxicate me
Or these realities I dread
In reality I read some Lovecraft copped the mind set
Dropped Gemeinschaft flipped the lights off and sat there
Inhaled the black air that surrounds my movements
Now concluding I'm the only man capable of thinking in these cloudy ruines
A bunch of phonies and frauds with too much purpose
Lurking in these cloudy ruines
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7. |
Carry the Vibe
03:43
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(Hook)
Carry the vibe
Feeling my soul
Bury my mind then I fill in the hole
Because Im feeling the style when I chill in my zone
2x
(Verse 1)
I wake up
Then I fall asleep in the shower
I stay stuck in a dream blow away with the steam
Throw away the paradigm thats paralyzing my demeanor then carefully tip toe around the regime
But since I mystified inside the mist I missed my ride and I been making this journey alone
Either way I'm all alone in this gilded era of phony people and clones chilling on their phones
I'm probably chilling in my room
Elephants on the shelf a gorilla playing a stand up bass painted on the wall
Thats the cave
Where I travel to as a ghost and where I stay to develop my prowess dare I say
There I said it
I'm clearly pathetic just a shapeless mass that evaporated hypothetically
A hyperactive hermit
Hallucinating while asleep in the shower the waters pretty hot but the bars could burn it
My thoughts teach my thoughts new thoughts and I just pause to learn it
Pause the service
My empty particles are lost at the circus
Theres always a part of my that wants to desert this feeling of a lack of purpose
Wait I just figured out what it was
I got to cast a ring into the fiery mouth of Mordor
Defeat a dark mark like Morsmordre
Over throw the Sith and bring balance to the force and then rap and rhyme well I guess thats what I was born for
Praise dance for an hour already I think I better do four more
Thrust that hollow body into my grip I morph into a performer
(Hook) 2x
(Verse 2)
Feeling my vibe
Sometimes I'm feeling my villainous side but I put my feelings aside
Hop out that single file line then
Walk into the jungle just to see what I could find
Just me and my half Komodo Dragon half K9 Riley mon
The Rastafarian straight out of hibernation
Bout to go and see what we could stir up
Somebody shifting through my head just to see what they could corrupt
They try to color me bland
Dark ways of thinking try to scuffle me in
I shuffle the deck then stuff them back in
Then they're never out of place again for real
Man swear I been doing my thing
I might sit
I might stand
Either way Im chopping any mic stand whenever I swing my right hand
Like Jimi Hendrix standing up next to a mountain I pummel any terrain into rubble then funnel into a drain to a tunnel where I remain in a puddle
But the puddle's just the shower that I fell asleep in
I'm knee deep in lack of sleep induced hallucinations
I carry the vibe
Feeling my soul
Bury my mind because the world is exactly what I'm escaping
Turn the water off and lace up the boat shoes to conquer the day
Kick the verse then I saunter away
(Hook)2x
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8. |
Outro
03:31
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Ralph Peterson told me I didn't have to be from a region to own the music of it
That's why I'm speaking in patterns that leave you thinking I'm kinfolk to rap dungeon descendants and jazz cats
Fakebook and mic in my back pack
The extra weights got my hips misaligned
But whats more important the body or mind
I still body a whole verse while embodying Chet Baker on Body and Soul
Second of all
Let me take a second to recollect my multiple foci
Spoken word lines that poke you in both eyes and make your forehead tingle
The Lord said mingle and eat with venal tax men and corrupt people so I
Cop a gyro on third street then squat the curb to eat while I watch the mural sitting on the face of the wall that I'm facing
I feel the art speaking to me
Better get it in my soul
Like Charles Mingus
Symbolic self portrait in three colors
Hitting the band stand and hollering Lord Jesus I just pray the Lord sees us soon
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9. |
Dreams, Chaos (bonus)
02:11
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10. |
Paige Olivia (bonus)
03:16
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David Barber Portland, Oregon
David Barber is a hip hop artist and jazz musician from southern Oregon. Now based in Portland Oregon
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