Simsammad

Cookie #1 (Slow Down) is the first iteration of the cookie series, a succession of loose tracks, each baked within a single day. 

Written, produced and performed by At Mos

Mixing and mastering by Valentin Pirio (Instagram @piriovalentin)

Artwork by Nikita Guedj (Instagram @nikita_guedj)

Lyrics:

Welcome, welcome, welcome everybody to the At Mos

Walls closing in, getting tunnel vision
Everything going up and down, head spinning
Can't breathe let me out, I'm daydreaming
Hallucinating, waves keep crashing
Hands can't stop shaking
So I use the notes as an antidote
Feel like a poet writing anecdotes
It allows me to cope and keep afloat
I might be at fault chasing a pot of gold
But I'd rather be on the same boat as my homies
Than spend my days in a lab coat
I devote my all to the craft
Strain my throat but it all sounds daft
Ask myself "will I make it?"
And my gut replies "Can the pope's dick fit through a donut?"
Who knows?

Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down
(At Mos)
Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down

Oriental loop, Sam I am like Seuss
I'm a little more than a man, like Zeus
I stand tall on top of Mount Olympus
I twist around like a gymnast
On the groove, we're the new school
This a who's who of who's you and me, don't fool
Yourself into thinking I rap nonsense
I got a sensitive moral compass
I been around campus, I'm young
Louder than Angus, undone
Is my vow silence
AOC versus big business
Like a vaccine to the sickness
I bring evidence, call a witness
Their abuse is relentless
An overzealous breed predestined
To manifest a greed so reckless

Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down
(At Mos)
Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down

(I'm a little bit worried ...)
(I'm a little bit worried ...)
I'm a little bit worried 'bout our species
End up rolling around in our own feces
Today we dissect pigs into pieces
Sell em in the stores next to French cheeses
Pray baby Jesus never hears about this
Clear you conscience, sins to dismiss
Ignorance is a bliss, I'm bored but not amiss
Before I learned to piss I was torn in the abyss
I swore never to miss anymore, never quit
Ignore the call of war, the roaring of the ships
The men on all fours attempting to resist
I can see them on the shore, forced to enlist
But the more they try the more they submit
Like toy soldiers imploring to exist
Might never come home to your wife and your kid
Didn't wanna take a life but you did

Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down
(At Mos)
Gotta keep up
Slow down
Yeah you gotta keep up
Slow down

Cookie #1 (Slow Down)

Time's Prelude (from The Rough Sessions)

At Mos