price of living - Da Grassroots / analogbean

toadstools (feat. Roark Maddern) - analogbean

medusa - analogbean

I ain't here for long, I just burn bright
Type that you don't wanna know, I keep you up at night
Mama told me, "leave it alone, it won't feel right", Lord knows why I never listen to her advice...
I got papers to blow, I got places to go
I got faces to know
I got youth to spend, and some time to race
Oftentimes I find I'm wasting again

I got papers to blow, I got papers to blow
I got papers to blow (her advice)

Mama told me, "leave it alone, it won't feel right"
Lord knows why I never listen to her advice, Lord knows...

I ain't here for long, I just burn bright
Type that you don't wanna know, I keep you up at night
Mama told me, "leave it alone, it won't feel right", Lord knows why I never listens to her advice...
I got papers to blow

mom's advice - analogbean

Pourin’ 40s in the dirt, ooh, ohh, mmm
How the fuck so many friends got halos now?
In my dreams, we’re chillin’ again
Waking up I’m breaking down, missing you my friend

When I'm down for the count
I think you're still around
Hittin' up your phone, when you never used to give me dial tone
But that's all I ever hear now
All I hear now, wish you still around

It still don't feel real now
It still don't feel real now
It still don't feel real now
Where the fuck did you go now?

halos - analogbean

BPM: 75
Key: B Minor

~ OPEN FOR COLLAB, OPEN FOR SALE ~

"Can I count on you? This could be beautiful...Can I count on you? Just don't be typical. Can I count on you? 'Cause from my point of view...can I count on you? This could be beautiful..."

I AM OK / ANALOGDOG MUSIC

COUNTIN [prod. analogbean]

If we go higher
Buy me some time
I’m tryna find ya
But it’s so dark here

Tryna find my way, tryna find my pace,
Comfort only when my head hit my pillowcase
When my thoughts start racin’ isolate used to hate it if anybody get too close and adjacent

I’m tryin’ hard to fight bein’ jaded, 
I know you fuckin’ hate it when I’m callin you faded
More than any artificial high, yeah, you got me elated
And I hate disappointin’, seein’ voicemail eyes, 

Those voicemail eyes, answer, please won’t you let me inside?
It’s my fault, baby, I know, my fault
Tryna find a new way out

New Plan A been wingin’ this shit by day
And I do see a future with me, and I want one with you...know what I gotta do...

My fault, baby, I know, my fault
Hold you on the come down, skin close
You were heaven sent, lord knows
Lucy waitin’ on my soul, fasho

My fault, baby, I know, my fault
Hold you on the come down, skin close
You were heaven sent, lord knows
Lucy waitin’ on my soul, fasho

I AM OK / ANALOGDOG MUSIC
Beat, Lyrics, Cover Art by Mary "Ty/Bean" Novak

my fault - analogbean [demo]

"Movin' On" by Damu The Fudgemunk off How It Should Sound, Vol. 1
Lyrics by analogdog / I AM OK / ANALOGDOG MUSIC

DAMU THE FUDGEMUNK - https://damuthefudgemunk.bandcamp.com

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I get the dope rolled like OT
You know me
Above and beyond with such ease
Yeah, you know me
Reckless with endorphin release
TNF, been sportin’ tee’s
Waitin’ on the sponsor cheque like "go 'head, endorse me"

Fuck it, you know me
Chillin at the ledges, 216 - 614
I’m never fuckin' gettin’ sick of this,
Or bored or burnt, I’m rapping while they toss and turn
They bouta learn bout Bean
Drop legends from my tongue as I speak

Been spittin’ like it’s rabied disease
I don’t need a minute I’m in it and with it as I speak my peace
What the hell come after locked in?
'cause that’s really where I been

Considering my source and origins
I was born from aliens, raised in orbit, you could see it in my fractured hands
But actually, what’s happening ain’t stroke of luck or up to chance
Purple seams under-eye stitchin’ up my stance

Yeah, been my grand plan, workin’ til I’m grey in the face
How I could be downed and still stand,
My secret ain’t no map or blueprint, just to wing it
And keep that energy 'til I die, no matter the place

I’m feeling scrappy, like what you think I’ll leave ‘tween me and you
I’m servin’ free concussions out the fuckin' booth
5’4, benny weight, poison in my K9 tooth
I make em mad, sayin’ “watch this” like a lil kid, whew

Uh huh plans, come and go but the mic is where I got some semblance of some full control
It's momentum, I produce just like a wave peakin’ full to crash
Sure to last, in the game like tat, I ain’t fadin’ fast

I’m off the raps like I’m white girl tipsy
They want under my skin, they wanna trigger me, tipple me
But I ain’t ever giving in, see
From my point of view every little thing got this subtle lil golden hue

Yeah, I done chalked up my hands for the peak
And I highly doubt that they could ever repeat, uh
I got my toehook in the game, they ain’t ready for Bean
Locked and loaded, like I could top Yosemite

Mmm, it’s all Gucci til they got me off the leash
Gnashin’ gums, and flashin’ pointed teeth thru the fuckin' beat
Yeah, pop camera point and flash at me, easy
Big drip from my head past the stomach and hips, see

Freestyle solo like my last name Honnold
Climber so I been ready for the honored label GOAT
Young sous chef, get the beat to masterpiece
Get aromas going like I’m smokin’ with Eric B and Rakim.

blueprint - analogbean x damu the fudgemunk

bitch we all gettin served LMAO

[1]
Less on your face, more on your plate, act more of your age
You’re tryna be great, so just quit the complaints
You’re slowin’ the pace, morphing to much at once
Humble the vibe, one thing that you know, mane

While you preaching to your people bout some love
Comes to yourself, you just impassionately shrug 
And I was tryna keep it high C, up above
But it’s plain to see that you don’t seem to even wanna budge

[2]
Mental budget deficit, all’s you ever do is give,
To a fault, girl, trust, this gets dark quick, 
Before you buy and worm into the hype, now
You blink, can’t even watch em shake & rob your soul 'while

And see, between this and paranoia it’s a fine line
But if you really listen closer, past the grapevine
Then you can really start to chart and draw your own lines
Love yourself first, then let the others sip that fine wine

Chorus
Love you first
Then let the world sip that fine wine
Love you first
Then you can really start to put the whole team first

Ouroboros - analogbean

mary “ty” ~ analogd0g
beat 🧙 + rapper

•—Why analogdog?—•
I thought it sounded cool “analogdog”. Dog, cause, dogs are sick + I got KH’s “DJ Dog” on my arm. And the old heads were all telling me the analogue, old style gear was where the real deal was. 

As a young sprout, I thought that was funny: I first came up on the oldest, crustiest most DISGUSTING analogue Allen + Heath board imaginable in high school. I thought I really leveled it up with a digital X32 down the road. Let alone the higher digital end stuff that’s on the road and in studios now. But that old gear is ever-present, still refusing to quit.

Anyway, let’s be real for a minute? It all meets to make the same end. Just different flavors or routes of doing so- and there is argument for both- but I'm mostly a digital girl these days. Not gonna lie, if it means I don’t have to go through 50,000+ patchbays to quickly record a vocal on a bunch of already digitally processed + compressed drum samples, chops, or whatever…I’m grabbing the Focusrite every time LOL. I’ve even recorded on my phone.

So as a name, it’s a little tongue in cheek anymore. But what’s the point of life if not to have fun? 

All that being said? Thanks for visiting. Always appreciate the love and feedback!

analogdog

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