Visitor, Humeberto.eme - Espiritu

Humeberto.eme, Visitor - BananaTv.eme

...or The Lack Thereof

Goddamn... Do I really need this portrait?/ Or do I just need the wall masked?/ To tell myself tonight’s not just another step in the dirge dance/ Judging by these sleepless nights, I can ruin the morning light/ It’s Christ nails, and lawn darts, til the cithara gets the notes right/ That way there will always be a version of me dancing/ Hands up in the air like I held my damn self for ransom/ I was projecting shadows as I lit my cigarettes/ That covered up the path I should have taken with all my fickle steps/ But fuck it, black tongue elixir made me malleable/ Living with an upturned nose like nothingness was valuable/ Favorite colors are small talk, and I can’t get nothing past you/ Spill a million words until this face of mine is half blue/ St. Francis of the planter box, wears his chips like a tattoo/ Grass grows up around his leg each blade a thread of bad news/ A testament, of everything, a channel of peace has to do/ A sabbath of blood, and saturated fat for me to lose/

Visitor - Black Tongue Elixir

@visitorknocking
Produced by @humbertoeme

Lord willing, the scores four nil and/
I’m sore from the floorboards offering assistance/
I snore through the best shit and wake unimpressed/
Saw my angel try to race and make it out of the bed/
Took a jug to the font at my favorite haunt/
I got drunk and hit the ground when she decided to walk/
And I know that she feels it every time that we talk/
It’s a hollowed out stump with initials and a cross/
More feelings to hoard poor children/
Forlorn tears spilling, hanging from the ceiling/
Emaciated villain with a knot in my neck/
Told Bear that I would die if I tried to forget/
Some words reek of lies in her sentences/
If only I could realize what the message is/
Boots on to rally when I find out the truth/
And when they asked my name all I said was Wisdom Tooth/

Dear lord, piss poor, fuck I’m here for?/
Caught an ear full during all the beer pours/
He said he made her spread and even that she wished me dead/
Now I’m shouting out “I wish you fucking cracked my head”/
I’ll be the leader if it means it’s in disguise/
In a far and distant land where I don’t know of peoples lies/
And I’m out of peoples lives, forever, and always/
I’ll still keep the teeth in my pocket into old age/
More fillings, and candy apple drillings/
Laughing like I lost the plot I’m not kidding/
A penny for your pity and a dollar for your wisdom/
When I’m dead I don’t wanna hear a single ‘I miss him’/
And everything is a draw, and everything is oblique/
And not a thing is okay, and here I never do sleep/
Coffee stains and plaque on my shaky planks/
It’s all love, no love, no thanks/

Visitor - Wisdom Tooth

Lyrics by @visitorknocking
Beat by @humbertoeme

Humeberto.eme - Blüdhaven (Ft. Visitor)

https://soundcloud.com/visitorknocking

Produced by @humbertoeme


Steeping my lungs in a sea of the Lao/
Reap what I sow when the demons allow/
Belief in the Tao, in a flea bitten town/
Don’t need you for now, so I’ll see you in a while/
 
Wonder where they took, the chalice of the gods?/
The devils have a thirst and hell they’re looking for a drop/
I might join them in their revelry, they’re telling me my odds/
That I’ll make it to this summer, in this unrelenting fog/
When the chalk outlines come up out of their graves/
And get revenge in technicolor like they never could display/
Then this city won’t be after me, yeah that’ll be the day/
The ghosts of it’s ugliness decide it’s time to play/
Give me your poor, give me your guns, give me your everything now/
Give me your crops, give me your papes, bet I won’t leave with a bow/
She could have been a poet but she used her words on cheap thrills/
Steep hills, running up a tab with gravity/
A brush with lust and touch isn’t sanity/
Drown me in your liquor, don’t you pour it out for amity/
Bleak as they come when the sun goes down/
Feast on my tongue so the sorry’s don’t sound/
And you better run when the truth comes out/
A tooth bitten down in the too bitter now/

Visitor - Maximón

@Visitorknocking
Produced by @humbertoeme

So I guess it’s All Saint’s Day, back to where the trains lay/
Hoping that they move me from a life that’s full of rain delays/
Hope you got all of my letters and that they’re mainstays/
Clinging to Ignatius when the weather and the pain breaks/
I hung myself on a semicolon today, when gasping, I paused and then let the words fly away/
All so you could leak your breath up into the sky, while reading, the autobiography of a fly/
Gold, pretty, pretty gold, please tell me you’ll still think of me when you’re old/
Please tell me the things that I’ve gifted have not been sold/
Please tell me your hair is still pretty, pretty gold/

You said my hands are old and worn, I’ve got characters hands/
Wrought iron lips and a shit list of demands/
Where’d you get your long stare and can you spare it for a spell?/
Will it suit my pity fine, will it even fit me well? Hell/
A page turner licking digits til the end times/
Wet fingers, on a mission on that red line/
Trying to find my way to some sort of arms/
But I’m still fucking stuck following red alarms/
I think I’m free of harm but I’m just darned by a loom/
And every free second I spend starved in my room/
I wanna feast, but there’s no celebration/
So I stay laying at Golgotha just me and my libations/
The lack of patience could cut a fucking finger nail/
You said he meant nothing, I fought to no avail/
It’s still the loneliest corner of the world/
Where no one really cares about their diamonds and their pearls/

It’s all about the chains and the chain mail/
Hanging off your neck with the grace of a hangnail/
Birds of a feather don’t exist/
When all that could fly was the time that we missed/

Visitor - Caladrius

https://soundcloud.com/visitorknocking
https://soundcloud.com/plastictaste6
https://soundcloud.com/humbertoeme

Serafina

I stuck around to fuck around to stab my flag in Fairfax/
Sallow mouth to hallowed ground to try to get the care back/
Yellow teeth and brittle bones, fickle when they’re set in stone/
NY to CA to relate and drive it home/
That I will never be a mainstay anyhow/
Super elusive with any noose I’ve been put in now/
And every knot was just a notch on the belt/
Hope swells and never floats in a city where no one looks for help/
Hell, maybe you can scream my name/
With a burning voice, I won’t even reach your flames/
For the last time pony up to reap my claim/
Just a bunch of painted revelries and sleep I save/
For three odd days, the heat keep the eons grey/
Fuck a grand grand gesture I’ve learned to eat that pain/
And me I’m sane, so seething on a beat is strange/
Keep your eyes open we just might believe in the strain/

Come and get it if you really want static pimp/
They call me Visitor a rapper slash savage bitch/
I reconfigure shapes and then forget the bigger names/
They didn’t mean shit anyway, they’re all a bunch of phonies/
I spit and spray, write ‘em in a hidden page/
Kill a song and drown ‘em all out with all of my wicked ways/
Bric-a-brac a grip of haze, empty bottles empty days/
Leave me on my lonesome and watch me from oh so far away/
My mother fucking nut is over 9000/
I speak in riddles like you found me on a high mountain/
I climb out then look back at the cave/
It’s all love unless you get in my way/
Keep a pistol over by the fucks not given/
A bat by the bed, the drugs by the prison/
And you can tell me that you’re better than me/
I still shit on ya’ll effortlessly, it’s like that/

Serefina

E b yo - Satisfied

Jazz and basketball inspired instrumental
Ft. @visitorknocking
Producer: @humbertoeme

BLÜJZA(Ft.Visitor)

Jazz and basketball inspired instrumental
Producer: @humbertoeme

Limpwlkin

Wasn’t nothing to ask, and wasn’t nothing to be told/
I’ve been burdened with cracks, in everything that I know/
And when it’s time to relax, I feel a scratch in my throat/
That’s telling me to go back to see if I have some hope/
Run tell that, that the functions exposed/
I’ve been loved for that, but I’ve been hated by most/
And when the blood comes back, to where it naturally flows/
I’ll bite through tongue and through tacks, to prove that I have a soul/

Marigold petals always littering my brain/
I’ve been trained to be dim but I was born to be aflame/
Awake in the most honest way I possibly can be/
Should I kiss the fucking ground if the sky can’t stand me?/
You ask what I can be, but not what I am/
Is it fortune leaking through all of the cracks in my hand?/
Is it torture being used or is it all sort of a plan?/
Broken toy askew for loose screws in demand/
Maybe we can fix this, maybe can fight/
Maybe we can fuck and add a notch onto our lives/
Maybe we can fold as far as seraphim go/
Never even show our faces in that heroin glow/
Apparently though, the air is filled with sarin and smoke/
So no kiss that we could share could be a fair one in hopes/
To carry our spokes, to linger off with nary a coat/
Couldn’t believe it when we let all of the air out the floats/

It’s like the game, is called, the rain, it falls/
Same as it’s always been, white plain walls/
The game, is called, the rain, it falls/
Same as it’s always been, white plain walls/

March to the beat of the drum in your heart/
In stark contrast to the rhythm from the start/
Headlong we part, and we’ll meet again in roses/
Separate the art from the focus/

I put the needle to the record just to make some serotonin/
Put my head inside machines to try to figure out what’s broken/
Put the dead in picture frames and leave them right out in the open/
Put the barrel to my dome, no home, left smoking/

Needle to the record just to make some serotonin/
Put my head inside machines to try to figure out what’s broken/
Put the dead in picture frames and leave them right out in the open/
Put the barrel to my dome, no home, left smoking/

The Nazarite

Performed By @visitorknocking
Produced By @humbertoeme

Visitor, Humeberto.eme - Glass Idols

Sabbath

Burroughs

Year Of The Tooth

Gideon

Mount Zion

King Coma

Orchid Grove

Pan De Banano Sin Trigo(Ft. Visitor)

Regephunk

CoCos

Anuncio Sap

Hangout

Performed by: @algrindsap
Produced by : @Humbertoeme


Bad brains some good 
Some Walk and some fly 
Moonlight sunshine 
Red line and blue line 

Up north and  south side 
East side and west side
I smoke no joke 
No worries ma ill be fine 

Give up the most and they take for granted 
Give it for yourself so nobody  can have it 
Give it for ancestors your bros and your family 
Give it for me peeps raza we gonna handle it 

Traveling I have Been from north to south 
Intending on learning what my place is and how navigate 
Mind Is soul and my soul is fine
Found my mind in decline 
For not rhyming with out practicing Shit

And My Eyes bouncing in the abyss 
I’m stiff words I said dismiss 
Nothing I can say remits This dip 
no click clack on the first to the fifth 
Just an 8th of trees unfit 
Smoking da zaza sonic trip 
Relearning from stars 
In what place I fit
Youth of today Shows yesterday 
Elders today All still unfit 
Running these bets 
After a check 
I’ll take 10% and give out the rest
Talk to bay south I stay 
Color full days and no regrets 
Leaving the grey betting to stay 
In any place I earn all The RESPECT


Bad brains some good 
Some Walk and some fly 
Moonlight sunshine 
Red line and blue line 

Up north and  south side 
East side and west side
I smoke no joke 
No worries ma ill be fine

Al Grind - Yucca St. 6600w

Pouching

@humbertoeme
@Algrindsap

The Guidance Dance

They need a xolo for spiritual guidance 
Cause their ancestors stole everything from your  parents 
Another guy blaming the poor  
Family inheritance 
Riches countries bomb the poor 


Red-handed caught I plead the 5th 
What’s the diff not versed in Legalese Who to kid 
Son Immigrants trying to fit 
Without harming my kids
 or the ones that come from border 
what the difference 


Came from the land of spring 
From that land I bring
Messages of peace I sing 
For my people and others 
Damn damn made it well 
other people can tell
my mind never dwells
Tranquility and honor 

Did you learn all the facts 
the bad acts the pact rats 
Stop asking that's just
wack and sad 

Did you learn the rules Optus
Records Groove cool 
on loop the old school 
and new one 

Or did you took the class 
Last place where spazz facts 
details bypass 
Where you can learn from them

Do you go outside 
The lies dies in your eyes
Explain the times go by 
And you complain about it 


They need a xolo 
They need spiritual guidance from a xolo

The Guidance Dance

@humbertoeme #lofi, #HipHop, #Lofihiphop, #lofimix

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Iscariot

Cold Foundation Collective was founded by Humeberto.eme and Visitor in 2016. What started as a name to attach to all of their releases, has now turned into a fully realized DIY think tank for all of their creative endeavors.
With a strong focus on self reliance, and a total freedom of expression, Cold Foundation was set up to be entirely self sustaining and creator funded. This means that any and all products that you see on this page were crafted and cared for by the artists themselves. Whether it’s the album art, the music, the merchandise, the web presence, or anything else, it was all done in house. Outsourcing is the devil.
The collective firmly encourages any and all types of creatives to work together in this sense, and will always be taking open submissions. The goal is to run as a finely tuned machine that can survive the ever changing climate of the arts as an industry, and outside influence is always welcome, so long as it is championed by the same values and beliefs.
This page will be where the collective lives in perpetuity. Any questions, concerns, thoughts, business opportunities, big name soda sponsorships, or anything of the like will be handled through this page, as well as the e-mail that is listed in the contact tab. There will always be ears and eyes for any artist that feels tethered to this philosophy here at Cold Foundation. Love love ya’ll.
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