unbeatable

If Woody Guthrie, Doc Holiday, and the Pied Piper were looking to play a game of spades, Doc would ring up Cecil Otter.

"1999" is a track from Rebel Yellow, his first official full-length album, and it is Cecil at his finest. He's a prophet turned cardshark. He's striking matches on his whiskers and lighting up your cigarette. He's buying the saloon a round, then conducting their ensemble with a loaded pistol and a whisky on the rocks. 

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Cecil Otter of Doomtree - 1999

From Prolyphic &amp; Reanimator's "The Ugly Truth" album, available at http://tinyurl.com/UglyTruthLP Survive Another Winter is the first official SFR posse cut featuring B. Dolan, Alias and Sage Francis on vocals. This song is an ode to New Englanders with thick skin. It's also available on vinyl as part of the "Artist Goes Pop" single. The CD version comes with a free instrumental version of the album. 
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SURVIVE ANOTHER WINTER - Prolyphic, B. Dolan, Alias, Sage Francis

SEA LION - Sage Francis, Will Oldham, Saul Williams

producer: Arkeologists

mixed: Norman Krates
recorded by Norman Krates in his Den, Toronto, Canada.
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Alan was our first attempt at The D.Ark Tape, though we didn't have an album title at the time. I kinda feel this was the first The Reunion Tour, though I feel The Reunion Tour is the only The Reunion Tour. Does that make sense? 

It always starts with me eating a Subway sub and Norm rolling weed. Then he'll get up, turn on his machines and pound away on the pads - chopping up a sample. By the time he's programming the drums, I'm already 10 bars into a verse. That's the way we've always worked. Produced|Written|Recorded on the spot...released the next day.

The file on my computer says this was made on October 31|2011. We met up to knock out a few more songs [Nothing, Mr. Romance] then drifted. In 2013, the assorted cold-cut and rolled kush reunited to create the classic, The D.Ark Tape. And Yes...I called my own shit a classic. I call it that because it's better than everything. I've done that a few times. I'm sure of that. What I'm unsure of is if kids still call weed Kush. Do they?
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D-Sisive | Alan

The basement. 1997. Alone in a room. Looping open instrumental parts with a dual cassette player. Recording verses on a tape recorder. No microphone. You can hear the room. Verses written for yourself. No fans. No studio. No engineer. No interest. No manager. No booking agent. No strategy. No music journalists. No bloggers. No industry. No grants. Nothing to lose. Everything to prove. aboyinaroom.

The basement. 2015. Alone in a room. Ripping instrumentals off YouTube. Recording verses on Garage Band. USB microphone. Pantyhose stretched over a clothes hanger. You can hear the room. Verses written for yourself. A few fans. No studio. No engineer. No interest. No manager. No booking agent. No strategy. No music journalists. No bloggers. No industry. No grants. Nothing to lose. Everything to prove. aboyinaroom.

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D-Sisive | Violent J

I made this in my bedroom.

Lyrics: D-Sisive
Instrumental: Pacewon|I Declare War

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Home is where my heart beats
Where my coat and my hat hang
Where the haters aim spit at your batwing
Cuz every hater is a rapper with a rap name
You will never hear of
But in their bedroom mirror
They see Kanye in their camo Foot Locker thermal spitting
Whatever diarrhea they had written
To whatever Chief Keef beat they had sitting on their PCs
Combine the two and get a feast of fucking feces
Between choruses sung with weak harmonizing
Through autotune, that sounds like a fax machine dialing
A fax machine played on 93.5, and…
This is the toilet where I swim
Home is filled with class clowns
Where Drake Graham says ‘mans’ and speaks Bakardi Slang now
Where we actually believe we’re on the map now
But the planet only wants to hear one of us rap now
I don’t care if DJ Trap from Idaho
Played your shitty Chief Keef dub on his college show
At 5 in the morning, when Idaho-ans eyes are closed, and…
Smiling and snoring, dreaming about their shite recordings
Your genetics aren’t designed to blow
Your genetics are designed to mop up Taco Bell’s dining floor
And dream of one day climbing up that high promotion
Putting cheese on beef till you retire, holmes
Home is where the buffalo roam
Rap about the Rolls Royce then take the bus alone, home
In old, torn Hulk|Mark Ruffalo clothes
Runnin’ tings…
But couldn’t book a Buffalo show
Call a sports bar and book a Buffalo show
Poster Walden Galleria letting Buffalo know
The king of Cheektowaga’s on Buffalo soil
Performing his hits while all of Buffalo’s home
Yell at the soundman cuz his muffled, dope quotes
Aren’t loud enough for the bored Buffalo ghosts
“Prices slashed at Lockport’s Gambino Ford
Free hot dogs for the kids!”
Home is where my heart beats
Where my hat and my coat hang
Where yesterday’s news ignore their toe tag
Spending their whole day remembering when
Stuck in 1997 when their 12inch was pressed
And won’t accept nobody wants to hear their record again
They’ll never be the center of attention again
I don’t mean to be mean or disrespectful to them
But it’s hard to be respectful when you’re better than them
And you get dissed like you’re the reason their relevance is dead
Grampa forgot to take today’s medicine again
A shattered lightbulb
A dim lit star
Melted ice cream
A 6” God

#aboyinaroom

D-Sisive | 6" God

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1. Gary [introduction]
2. Dogtooth
3. Fuck Richard Attenborough
4. Fuck Paul Molitor
5. Brad's Dad
6. Rupert Pupkin
7. Fuck Bobby McFerrin

D-Sisive | The Foolish Follies Of Fatty Arbuckle [august2016]

From the "A Healthy Distrust" album, available on CD at: www.tinyurl.com/AHealthyDistrust
Also available on iTunes at http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/a-healthy-distrust/id271950224
Beat produced by Varick Pyr. Lyrics and vocals by Sage Francis.
www.SageFrancis.net
LYRICS:
"I want you to be happy. And um...that's like really what it comes down to. As one of my good friends in this world.
Um, I mean I hope that whatever happens that you
will be like...real happy. Not some sort of fake, 'settling' happy. You know? Huh."
Maze broken,
She’s runnin’,
Feet swollen,
He’s comin’,
Cheese stolen,
And before he even knows it she’s gone.
Tea cups sittin’ on the hollow tree stumps.
He’s dumped, and can’t seem to swallow these lumps.
The beat goes on.
Same fire,
New passion,
Old flame,
Traded in for a summer fling.
There’s nothing like that sweet old song.
Tip over root, 
The trees bend,
The leaves blend
in with the open wound.
The freeze frames keep him warm.
The day’s frost
It's scraped off
The weight loss
The new sign that says "keep off"
He speeds off into the storm.
Out of spite the lighting strikes him twice.
He’s peaking out on the pike and cheatin life,
Peeling out on the lawn.
Now he’s idling, 
Time is dwindling,
In his mind he’s figuring 
out life’s about the little things.
And his labyrinth,
In all his magnificent,
Can only keep the mice trapped.
The princess is innocent.
She doesn’t belong… 

(I never thought I’d miss you.)
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle...
the headstall.
She stopped to think for a minute, 
and in a split second went AWOL. 
(I never thought I’d miss you)
He'd draw in the chin as an expression of resentment or scorn.
Pulling on the reigns, 
the bridle, 
the shower, 
the storm.
The maze, 
the high tower, 
clouds are at war…
The reigns, 
the bridle, 
the shower, 
the storm…
The maze, 
the high tower, 
the clouds are at war.
The clouds are at war.
The clouds are at war.
(I never thought I'd miss you.)

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D-Sisive | Alan

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