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SONG CREDITS:
Written & Performed by Aesop Rock
Produced by Blockhead

LYRICS:
Love note to the whole fuck show, postmarked from a lighthouse in the blunt smoke, Dear motherfuckers, I’m teetering if you must know, wolf at the door like a bug to the fructose, Niece on the phone saying “Ian you should visit more”, We could build forts while the pigs court civil war, Miss you, miss you more, see you on the far side, scuffed shoes, couple new scars in the archive, I’m not here to pull scarves out, Here to pick tumblers under water with his arms bound, from in chains to the heart of “where art thou”,  I’m out there down to throw a grapnel at a guard tower, Down to spray piss on a cop car, It’s rage in the form of renaissance art, Can’t treat it like a job at the stockyard and feign shock when they turn the block to a pock mark, Stock parts knocking on Mach 1 to Camp Lo, amped up, eyes glowing unknown pantones, drive ’til it feels like a Van Gogh, lest I cheetah me some antelope, partly cloudy, palpable panic in the troposphere, wake a giant, poke a bear, we don’t do smoke and mirrors, we do do a med-kit and spare clothes, leave a motherfucker nowhere close, new super power that I picked up In the frenzy, I could draw a roof on fire from memory, each and every sketch another bloodletting, in the of wake escalation, and excessive rubbernecking, the champ can’t look away, drink it in, strobe-light, smoke, no life, no lifeguard, sink or swim, ring around the king of pain, bring acetaminophen, You either see the vision or dinner with demolition men, Boom, flame to the fuse to the barrel, I step into the room, split an arrow with an arrow, the first trick shot is just to show em that I dabble… I will not be aiming for the apple, Lately I treat every interaction as a living wake, thanking people close to me before the photo pixelate, new day, folk down play the game different, changed, and going from being chased to playing chicken, Get your whole road map pac-man’d, black mask, snack on whatever’s in the dash cam, It’s not an ad, hashtag, or a tap dance, patsy, the revolution will not have jazz hands, I know you’re alien to matters of the heart and mind, that shit that make you park the car and scream into the dark of night, Some days I wanna build a rocket to the Karman line, 10, 9, 8, keep your head and arms inside,  yea

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Aesop Rock x Blockhead - Jazz Hands

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SONG CREDITS:
Created by Atmosphere.
Produced by Ant.
Written and performed by Slug.

LYRICS:
I kinda feel like a stowaway (Okay)
I’m positive that it’s a negative connection
I’ve got a cup full of Novocaine (Okay)
Stairway to Heaven hope my name’s on the guest list (Go away)
My stress gets trapped between the shoulder blades
Searching for some benefits for perfect attendance
Keep attention span attentive like we dance around an open flame
I’ll trade a couple silver linings for some golden days
I confess I’m still trying to impress papa
I guess that I’m expecting I’ll see him again haha
Laughing on a cloud in some wings and a toga
And he’s asking why I never left Minnesota
Keep in mind previously thought impossible to find
All of these pieces that were needed to complete the design
I’m on the final lap then I go back to give my wife a spinal tap
Still writing rhymes like somebody got the time for that
 
The temperature’s rising but it’s colder than Hell
I never feel alone when I’m alone by myself
I try to sing along but I don’t know what you said
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
The temperature’s rising but it’s colder than Hell
I never feel alone when I’m alone by myself
I try to sing along but I don’t know what you said
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
 
Tell me do you ever feel like an accident
Have you ever felt trapped beneath an avalanche
Do you ever ask if this experience is seriously happening
Me neither I can’t imagine it
We gotta pick up the pieces and keep traveling
Or maybe you can handle a hammer and build a ladder and
Explore the storm to find the source of the hunger and the pain
I stole a horse so I could run towards the thunder
And the reins broke and now this beast is my bestie
We used to chain smoke and now we drinking our veggies
We tell the same jokes and pretend that it’s okay 
Already know what Hell felt like when it’s frozen over
Snow covered roller coaster stuck in the alleyway
Dreaming about the day my poster’s up in a gallery
Feel the cold breeze brought me back to reality
I gotta get these groceries back to my family

The temperature’s rising but it’s colder than Hell
I never feel alone when I’m alone by myself
I try to sing along but I don’t know what you said
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
The temperature’s rising but it’s colder than Hell
I never feel alone when I’m alone by myself
I try to sing along but I don’t know what you said
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath (Okay) 

And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just holding my breath
And I’m not suffocating I’m just  


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Atmosphere - Holding My Breath

No Smoking In The House

Seven's Travels

Cats Van Bags

Lifter Puller

The Many Faces of Oliver Hart or: How Eye One The Write Too Think

Bottle Dreams


Rapper/songwriter Wax is releasing his new mixtape “The Cookout Chronicles” on Friday, September 2, 2016.  The Internet rap pioneer has developed a dedicated following over the last several years, a following which is sure to embrace this project.  After finding major success in Europe with his hit “Rosana” and viral success worldwide with his creative video content, Wax is now in a place where he just does what he wants.  In creating “The Cookout Chronicles” over the last year or so, he just wanted to write and record “feel good shit."
 
The mixtape has more featured artists than any project Wax has dropped in the past.  The features include blues rap legend G Love, art rapper Open Mike Eagle, rapper and TV personality Awkwafina, and underground rap heavyweights Jerron Benton, Sahtrye, and Intuition.  As always, his twin brother Herbal T also appears on a track.  While Wax handles most of the production himself, his frequent collaborator EOM adds some beats, as do a few other producers.  Experimental bass guitar prodigy Mono Neon adds two tracks to the project.   
 
 The Cookout Chronicles is Wax’s most cohesive project to date.  Wax says that the project is designed to be listened to all the way through, as he intended to craft the perfect soundtrack to a backyard barbeque.  The songs are generally of the “feel good” variety, and showcase the rapper’s talent for intricate, witty, rap bars and also his deftness with melody and harmony.  From the bossa nova inspired “First Love” to the blues/funk jam “So High”, the songs can accompany a cold beer on the porch or an all out party.  For the hardcore rap fans, “Bulletproof” veers off the chill path, with an evil head nodding beat that would work well as the soundtrack to a worldstar fight video.  The mixtape contains an astounding amount of quotable rap lines, leaving the listener to repeatedly ask “how the fuck did he think of that?”
 
The Cookout Chronicles will be available on all major digital outlets on September 2, 2016.  You can find Wax at:

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Overcast! (20 Year Anniversary Remaster)

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Eminem Hard Ft. Yelawolf

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