Release Date: Feb 18th, 2008

For many, the current state of alt. Hip-hop has been, well, rather sad lately. It’s heroes either burned out or gone astray.  The ideology that filled so many notebooks with raps, now feels a bit mainstream; the music that moved so many young men with backpacks, now somehow stale. The labels that brought so much awesome music now, like so many, struggling to keep their heads above water. Some have said the movement is dead, but we know better. Hip-hop is something that can never die, and especially not now, when the world seems to be more screwed up than we thought it could be. 

So it comes as our extreme pleasure to offer to you today what we think will be one of the most groundbreaking debut full-lengths in recent memory. Food For Animals, straight outta Washington DC, this power trio (Vulture V, Ricky Rabbit, aided now by Hy on vocals) deliver their first full-length full of busted speaker beats, bizarre noise-soundscapes and slammin raps delivered with every bit of force like the hurricane they fly through. 

When Chuck D said “bring the noise” he had no idea noise like this was possible. The music, a combination of raw digital noise, elephant size beats, samples of everything from jazz to top-40 twisted, distorted, and distorted again. It’s loud as hell. It’s the noise music people spoke of in the 30’s. 

Belly is a statement. A manifesto. A record that screams- literally- and pushes the listener around, it’s tough as hell, raucous, and actually might mean something in the long-term. 

15 Grapes

14 Swampy (Summer Jam)

13 Grapes (preprise)

11 Bubbleguts Territory My Breath

09 Belly Kids

06 Mutumbo

05 Shhhy

Once upon a time there was a band of five
The music was all they needed to stay alive
They played bass drums guitar clarinet and keyboard
They loved to put on a show for the crowd
They loved to hear roars
But one night the band
They went for a drive
To the nearby swamp
They couldn't wait to arrive!
But once they arrived they found a secret trail
It led to a pocket of the bayou unveiled
They stumbled upon a wooden hut
Right next to the swamp and they wondered
For what?

The band broke inside of the hut thinking it was abandoned
They snooped around with no clue where they were standing
They found mystical elixirs and potions inside
Curiosity got the best of them so they gave it a try
But they started feeling funny and were wondering why
All of a sudden they hear footsteps and there's nowhere to hide
The door is opened gently by the hand of someone else
The band they gaze in fear as the person starts to yellI am the witch doctor you've stolen my things!
How could you know what destruction you'd bring?
Now you must all suffer the consequences of your actions
You now must play music as animals no distractions

As they look around the room starts to blacken
The disorientation their muscle contractions
They start to transform as the witch doctor cackles
Now they must play with their soul in these shackles
And if they don't play they know what they'll become
They must hold on to their passion as not to succumb
Their animal nature takes over their minds
But the show must go on

Say Goodbye

Once Upon A Time

Prod. @ChefNAG

Lyrics:
You know I be puttin' that work in
Squats so good that my legs start hurtin'
My needs go beyond more than a berkin
Workin' that bass, but my name's not Token
Niggas can't even follow they own slogans
Hip hop flip floppin' niggas stay chirping
Recall the hype, but never what's spoken
Fuck that, rest in piss Hulk Hogan

Nah, don't ever forget that shit
It's in the back of yo head, don't scratch that itch
Nigga yo shoulders ain't holding no chip
You know what you stand for, get a grip
Ain't letting no bullshit pass me
Gatekeep type shit, stay classy
Just tryna make good in bad times
Don't be surprised that we stay on the grind

[Hook] 
YOU KNOW WHAT TEAM I'M PLAYING BITCH I NEVER FOLLLOW HYPE
THAT'S WHY THIS FRO STAY LOUD NIGGA, I PICK IT OUT  OF SPITE
CANNOT BE NONCHALANT, THIS NATION'S BEGGING FOR A FIGHT
THESE BITCHES SWITCH WHEN SHIT GETS HARD, ALREADY KNOW THE TYPE
TOO LONG MY PEOPLE TRIED TO CHANG ME, I DON'T THINK THEY RIGHT
THEY WANNA TIE MY SYSTEM DOWN, BUT THESE ROWS GET TOO TIGHT
I THINK I GET WHY Y'ALL BE SCARED AND STAYING OUTTA SIGHT
SO SINCE I LOVE Y'ALL NIGGAS, LEMME SHOW YOU TOO THE LIGHT

Some niggas can't handle this shit
These grounds gets shaky when I spit
The truth still hurts when you make hits
So call me a masochist
I stay raw and legit
Stay woke and fit
Still getting lit 
Got out the pits
They tryna take our hoods
But we ain't gonna shift 

Too long niggas been tryna change me 
They say my shit too brazy
Going wild publicly don't phase me 
Who give a fuck if I look crazy
My hair got me looking like Jay-Z
Niggas getting transplants from Turkey 
That scalp maybe getting too murky
Ya need some CH3

Don't talk shit to me bout the people I know
Can't say it to they face than yo ass need to go
Chattin' up the whole clique? Than yo ass is a hoe
Ain't wit the fake shit, that'll never flow
You fake ass fucks nothing but flakers
Masqueraders
Getting no paper
Stay hating and broke
Once you in the spotlight I know your ass gon' choke

[Hook] 
YOU KNOW WHAT TEAM I'M PLAYING BITCH I NEVER FOLLLOW HYPE
THAT'S WHY THIS FRO STAY LOUD NIGGA, I PICK IT OUT  OF SPITE
CANNOT BE NONCHALANT, THIS NATION'S BEGGING FOR A FIGHT
THESE BITCHES SWITCH WHEN SHIT GETS HARD, ALREADY KNOW THE TYPE
TOO LONG MY PEOPLE TRIED TO CHANG ME, I DON'T THINK THEY RIGHT
THEY WANNA TIE MY SYSTEM DOWN, BUT THESE ROWS GET TOO TIGHT
I THINK I GET WHY Y'ALL BE SCARED AND STAYING OUTTA SIGHT
SO SINCE I LOVE Y'ALL NIGGAS, LEMME SHOW YOU TOO THE LIGHT

IM SICK OF HIDING, FUCK BIDING MY TIME, IM GETTIING LIT
I GOT MY CLIQUE RIGHT BEHIND ME, YOU KNOW WE RUNNIN' SHIT
START WILDIN', STYLE ON THESE NIGGAS JUS FOR THE FUCK OF IT
TOO LONG I'VE BEEN PICKED ON, IM SICK OF BEING A FUCKING BITCH
CAN DOUBT MY UPBRINGING, BUT KNOW I STILL COME FROM GRIT
Y'ALL LACK THE SAUCE, BUT I GOT MORE TALENT IN MY FUCKING DICK
WE PUSHING LIMITS IN THIS BITCH, DONT NEED NO FUCKIN' STICK
DONT EVER TELL ME WHO I AM WHEN I KNOW IM THE SHIT


DANDRUFF.

YONIC GROOVIN SONIC BOOMIN

TRASH DAY

BANDCAMP

Once Upon A Time

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