This is a single off my recent album "extra medium" available now at:
https://freakbestill.bandcamp.com/album/extramedium

Beat by: Clock Catcher
Check him out at....
https://soundcloud.com/shawheenkeyani

Also! Check out "superfool" for more collaborations from everybodies favorite psychos!!!
https://soundcloud.com/super-fool

On with the show...

Now they say when it rains it pours
I'm looking for a place we could bounce the floor
I'm hoping that in time I could find the time
To rewind my mind,  grind and unwind my spine
Now they say when it snows it dumps
I'm looking for a place we could bump the funk
I'm hoping that in time I could find the time
to rewind my mind,  grind and unwind my spine 


I’m another cro-magnon 
Tryna get my flame on
Talkin to this honey dip
Keep getting her name wrong
Strain keep my game strong
But my lame brains on
The clouds are getting grey
Yeah they bouta bring the rain on

Me? 
I'm just looking for a place to be
And a _____ that shakes so viciously 
I need beat we could freak till the speakers bleed
And a vibe I could ride with efficiency

I keep packing the raps that stack static 
The passionate fanatic with a fashion hazmatic
Blast another track get slapped and act ratchet 
Shackled in the back of a shack attack manic

Keep it cracking with a dance tune
Blow the jam 
To my people in the back
Keep going ham
We be moving to the music till it hit the fan
And when the hook comes back we could spit the chant

Now they say when it rains it pours
I'm looking for a place we could bounce the floor
I'm hoping that in time I could find the time
To rewind my mind,  grind and unwind my spine
Now they say when it snows it dumps
I'm looking for a place we could bump the funk
I'm hoping that in time I could find the time
to rewind my mind,  grind and unwind my spine 

I'm a extra terrestrial 
Hyper celestial 
Step up on a mike 
And I might react chemical
Ima make the whole spot rock, its not technical
Ladies and gentleman wanna knock genitals 
But I just wanna catch fades
Yup, I'm a head case
Intergalactic break beat
pseudo-cop a head change
I’m freaking on the speaker till it bleeds
That's a checkmate
No hard feelings,
 I'm just tryna make by neck break
Okay
I bomb atomic my comets crash Galactic 
The kamikaze commandant
 I always flash dramatic
Fly up in the spot like I'm aerodynamic          
I flow like a fanatic when I'm going automatic
Systematic with a dance move
Smooth attack
To my poppers and my breakers
Where they grooving at?
I been finna bump the fader till the music blasts
And when the sun comes up we gonna still be at it


I wanna rock right now right now
I wanna rock right now
We be bumping up the spot
Till we get right loud
I wanna rock right now
I wanna rock right now right now
I wanna rock right now
We be freaking to the speakers
Till we bounce the house
I wanna rock right now

Now they say when it rains it pours
I'm looking for a place we could bounce the floor
I'm hoping that in time I could find the time
To rewind my mind,  grind and unwind my spine
Now they say when it snows it dumps
I'm looking for a place we could bump the funk
I'm hoping that in time I could find the time
to rewind my mind,  grind and unwind my spine 

bouncehouse

So at the end of the day when its all said and done
And we sink into the sweet sleep of the numb
We find ourselves writhing in the passively passionate 
To the crashing of off beat drums
And the suddenly subtle songs
That our heartstrings struggle to strum
We laugh softly to ourselves at the nothingness 
As we wait for time to fly our chariots into the sun
It is here
In this place
Where we ping-pong off the polarities of being
And wait for those fickle moments where we dream
And despite what we are told by our tendencies
It is not who we are at these times that will define us
But instead
What we will become in between them
Super average and extramedium

superaverage

Featuring the lovely Miss Emily Meehan on the buttery vocal chords

riddle&wooze

This is a quick little flip of one of my favorite songs by Biz Markie
For all you rainy day lovers out there...

You, you got what I need
But you say hes just a friend
You say hes just a friend
Oh baby, you
You got what I need
But you say hes just a friend
You say hes just a friend ohh...

I met her at a party just the other night
We started kickin cuz I liked her vibes
We started kissin' cuz she liked my size
She saw my bike outside 
She said she liked my ride
We hopped on and we went for a spin
Had a good time Im tryna do it again
I asked her discretely if she had a man
She said
"Oh no sweetie, I only got a friend"

You say hes just a friend
You say hes just a friend
Ohh...

Just A Friend

A song about patience.

Special thanks to Michael Hall for playing the guitar
And Shawheen Keyani for the beautiful photo

LYRICS

By the look on your face I know you lied
Whatever happened to doing me right?
Now I wont say there's no use trying
I can flail away I see the light
And they say:
Summer don't come so sweet
Without the Autumn
Waiting outside in the wet
Don't stop the rain

-freak-
2017

Dont Stop The Rain

Featuring Shawheen Keyani on the Bleep Bloops

LYRICS

I used to like to dream in the back of the school
Now I'm smoking weed and I'm acting a fool
I'm hoping that you see me so I try to be cool
Who you want me to be?
What you want me to prove?
See if everyone's a kid, I believe it
Stick around long enough
Your bound to take a beating
I'm running off to clown town now
And If you down, I'm about it
Bought a one way ticket now I’m leaving…

I cant get up this time
I'm down for the count
I had a bag of one liners
And I'm finally out 
So baby don't stop trying now
For crying out loud
You ain’t got it that bad
Whatchu crying about?

I used to like to read in the back of the class
Bought a TV now I like to relax
I used to feel free, now I’m fine where I’m at
I’m fine where I’m at 
I’m fine where I’m at
I’m fine…
See Ima real live bonafide pro
Chips in the game though I'm bound to go broke
White flag flying in the city lights
Whats a pretty penny buy?
Jack shit 
Kid I can’t cope

I'm in no hurry now 
I'm down for the count
And that's a whirl wind flurry
You’ll be drowned in the sound
So baby, don’t stop trying now
For crying out loud
You ain’t got it that bad
Whatchu crying about?

I used to like to laugh always cracking a joke
Now I’m in the back cold having a smoke
I’m living in the past so I'm having to cope
Cant fight with the facts though: I'm getting old
See, if everyone's a pocket Ima pick em
Stick around long enough, bound to be a stick up
If you wanna ride, you gotta try to keep your chin up
You might just finally find a way to make a quick buck

I’m off the job 
And now I’m out in the cold
I met the man in the mirror 
Going out of control
So baby, don’t stop trying now
For crying out loud
You ain’t got it that bad
Whatchu crying about?

...Cry Trying

LYRICS

I’ve been walking in the dark of the night
Haunting in the shadows
Wanting a fight
I lost my mind up in the cotton delights
But I found it in a coffin
And I locked it inside
I thought you knew that I was flawed in design
Everyone's a crook
That's what I’m starting to find
I cross the meridian
My right hand on Gideon
I'm caught in a lie
Looking God in the eye
I'm rotting slow like the rest of you fucks
Talking with a ghost
Testing my luck
I lock and load then get to fessing’ it up
When the shots start flying
I suggest that you duck
I’ve been concerned about the vermin you trust 
They say the sermon works 
I ain’t certain it does
This ones for the cretins who be lurking the cuts
And the demons who be keeping me up

I breathe slow where the smoke is so stale
Holding on to all that I know to no avail
I’m falling from the gold throne I built in my dome
To let me know I’m not alone
It still don’t help
I speak cold in the woes of old love
I’ve never known time to slow
I'm growing up
So wish me happy landing 
Because I need me some luck
I’m stranded on this planet and its eating me up

“Ey yo dawg! I heard that you can rap”
Yeah not only that but I sporadically collapse
So…
Casually distract me from the fallacy of fact
I’m valiant as a paladin emphatically intact
Another casualty of blasphemy 
I wrestle with the past 
So let me be the last to speak
Is that so much to ask for?

This has to be the last chance to seek humanity
Too bad that vanity is masking the insanity
Ill be a Prima Donna 
Scheming on a dream you thought up
Caught up in a bleeding faucet
God, I don’t wanna be a product
I’m still haunting that forgotten rock bottom
The place that I was brought up
Taught to keep my guard up
How the fuck you tell the kid to not speak?
You might as well try to tell a wound to not bleed
“Your loosing me Freak...”
Shit, you think that I care?
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs
Nobody's there

Last Breath

Special thanks to Chippy for letting me borrow his jetski

LYRICS

Like a lil Uzi in a big Jacuzzi
These bad bitches ain't shit to me
Don't love hippies 
That bum ciggys
Don't fuck with me
Can’t get to me 
Bump Biggie
Get stewie
Tongue be flicking 
Like he licking doobies
Ima come through with a two man crew
And a fu manchu 
Who this noobie?
I'm done with them
Enough noise
Bitches ain’t shit but fuq boiz
Ima rough em up 
When I huff n puff
Then I shut em up
Like butt toys
Classy AF as Shaft
That's just how I act
Cashing out on that paycheck
Never went away still came back

I stay rad
Laid back
Real talk
Fake tats
See that cash?
I made that
At my Mom & Dads
Where I stay at
I got no job
But I blaze fat
Gotta dope blog 
But I can’t rap
I don't talk to girls cuz I cant dance
And my Mamma still buys my damn pants

I been going Extendo
On the floor
I been playing Nintendo
64
But I ain’t staying in a rental
No more
I been waiting in the end-zone
On the low

I been chippy on the jet-ski
Feel a lil bit frisky
And you can hit me with your best
These bitch mofuggaz wanna try to come and test me
Catch me sipping on a Pepsi
I take a picture with my bestie
Then hit the Instagram
With my dick in my hand
God damn
Can I kick it like Messi?

Gotta get that cash
Get that straight
Sell that stash
Hit that vape
Smell that purple
Get that paper
Slang that mix-tape
Spit that game
Whatchu think?
“I think that bad
Shit go ham when you get like that”
You better sleep tight Lil' Word Mayng
Don’t act like you ain’t heard me

I been going Extendo 
On the floor
I been chilling on a Benzo
Its how I roll
I’m addicted to the Venmo
Gimme dough
Is it ever gonna end Lord?
Lord knows

Alright listen dude
This is you:
“Oh my god!
Boo Hoo!”
Bitch be cool
What it do?
If you can’t
I don't fuck with you
Sucker proof 
On the real
Coming through
With a wad of bills
I gotta rhyme to sell
Time to kill
I been in line for the one way
Ride to hell

This time it feels like Ima be like B-side records on a shelf
Mama see my homily, I mean we only wanna help
Honestly I wanna be a better me but I’m myself
Now, everybody’s gonna see, believe me sweetie, time will tell…

I’ve been going Extendo
Is it ever gonna end Lord?

EXTENDO

LYRICS

He's synthetic
Set to inject
Severed several necks
When he stepped on the decks
Waiting out the days and
Counting his breaths 
Looking for a way
He could counter distress
Until he broke down
Life looks pretty when you coked out
Loc'ed out the dome 
With the holy smokes Pope style
So hit the ring kid its a swing and a miss
The people just laughed at the way he’d persist
But still he got back up
Kicked a rickety walk
Started talking all obnoxious
With a gimmicky flaunt
Bit a bit of bitter batter
With a fidgety jaunt
As he taunted shattered tatters 
Of the rafters he’d haunt
I laughed silent and the violence he brought 
And watch on 
As he falls to reliance on false gods
The pawn shops broke kid
Nobody's buying lies so
Buddy, buy and buy
Learn to study my demise

Now I’ve tried but I cant drive 55
The kids in this city only live to die
They get pretty gritty until they catch the vibe
I’ll feel shitty in the morning if it gets me high
Because…
I'm tired of fighting
Tired of rhyme writing
I’m tired of being too damn tired to try trying
I don't mean to be rude
But please
Don't act tough
I can shine my own shoes sir
Fuck you very much
I'm not the sharpest tool or clean cut
But I wonder what happened 
Because I know I was once
Now I'm the funniest dunce capped
The clumsiest klutz
I'm trying to kick habits with a thunderous punch
And I'm touched deep by the thought of your hunch that
Life is but a dream
One we thought we could crush
So give it up for persistence 
And musings and such
I try to stay cool
But I’m loosing my touch

Let me ring another circle round the Sun
Cross it off my wish list
Watch it get done
Let me tell a tall tale about the one
Who taught me how to fail and
Told me how to run
She spoke dreams 
A sweet creature
Illustrious features
Heart seizure
Still eager to please her
Wicked wild child style 
Show me how to smile
Ill be lonely in the aisle
While you hold me in denial
So…
Slow me gentle with the holy instrumental
The tender echoes settle
We know we need to let go
I gassed out somewhere beyond the meadow
And headed towards a setting that we meddled unsettled
I said it once before but Ill say it again
I’ll say it once more if you don’t understand:
Everybody's just living and there isn’t a plan
I know we cant do much 
But we do what we can

(weep)

LYRICS

I met up with a man
Traded tits for tats
Making deals on the real
Take this for that
He said I had to have a bit more stacks
If I wanna go big
Wanna get more twacked
He had a bag of tricks
I had a fist of cash
I had to sit a bit and chat
With aristocrats
He was a faded myth
I was crisp and crash
Until I took a little hit
And let it hit my ass

God damn!
That’s a wicked wild freak-a-file 
Take a step back from the speaker dial
I get vamped with the kicking tight
Pass it around
With a little white lighting
Blast the mound
I get down with the boogie bro
Look at me go
Shake it like a soda pop
Make it explode
Lord knows I don't wanna go home alone
So let me just hope I don't overload

Keep stepping on the beat
I reckon you be getting it 
On the street
And when I walk by
I hope you know
I'm High as a kite
Oh fsho

mndbndr

Special thanks to The Gr8 Wun for asking why I rap so wack on dope beats

LYRICS

I feel like sometimes 
Some rhymes
Numb minds
Maybe its just dumb luck
Maybe its the sunshine
But I remember this one time you told me
“Yo Freak, why you keep rapping so wack on dope beats?”
Shit, my bad
That ones on me
Maybe its cuz I always try to act OG
I'm doin what I can with the bones they throw me
Rolling with the stones 
Not low, just low key
So let me know when you ready to go
I can drive you home homie
Letting you know
But if you get to the liquor store before me
Just pick up an old Ole E 4 OZ for me
Life is so hard
Its really very difficult
Between finding a job 
And trying to be original 
I mean there's very little room
For the fools and fictional
So try to stay cool
You know 
On the principle
And I been doin all types of new rituals
Like hanging on Pacific
With shiesty individuals
Tellin tall tales
Talking with a criminal
Looking for the meaning 
That you hid between the syllables

I had to have a little chat with my ego
It stabbed me in the back
Then when all incognito
I keep strong with a dream on credo
Like “Holy Toledo!”
Believe me that's neat-o
Now he know how to rock a track like Brian Eno
Driving out of Reno in a fly white tuxedo
Now its dope to be dope 
But see, um, we know
If you wanna make bread
First you gotta knead dough
Kilo, sweetie, beady little eyes
In a seedy little bar
Telling pretty little lies
I was sitting in position
I could see the indecision
Sitting listening to venom
You spit it by the minute
I was saying to myself
“Oh lord I know this cannot be”
But if it is then is this really happening to me?
Or is it for the homies who be holding only lonely?
Though we only go slowly
Know we okie dokie

She looked good
Red dress and black stilettos
Suckers made puppets
She could be Geppetto
Hello
My name is: 
Just another fellow
You kinda, maybe might have 
Caught my eye right from the get go
We started bumping elbows
Now we knocking boots
She said she liked Nintendo
I said
“I like your shoes”
She said she likes the menthol's
I said
“Yeah, I guess that's cool”
But I’d rather pack a pack of blacks
Then act like I’m a fool saying
Ima buy a boom box
See if I could break-dance
Hippies love moon-rocks
Kids love Space Jam
Get it whiles the tunes hot
Now would be a great chance
Ask me what I'm doin, Pops
Probably got some dank plans

–

Nah, Ima Stay

LYRICS

Make $ $
Take $ $ $
Broke as a joke and there ain't nothing funny
Another poor bloke that don’t know when he 
Gotta a scrape pennies cuz he don't got any
While others got stocks on lock mad heavy
Enough to go around town still have plenty
Left to throw down make rain like confetti
Drink pink champagne on a flip phone celly 
Hit the fast lane in a 64’ Chevy
At a breakneck pace like Mario Andretti 
At a sick-ass rave with a 6 foot telly
A foxy lady, and a big ‘ole belly

Well you could kiss my ass and you could keep the change
You could bounce that check up off my evil ways
You could bet its all gonna pay off someday
But I’m guessing its not
And you’ve lost the game

Someday I'ma get rich as fuck

Now I’ve been strapped for cash
That's a fact
I still feel trapped in my habitat
But that's a passing fad
A bad happenstance
I had to spit a wack rap 
Then pass the hat
I had to half ass tasks to mask the full brain
Still not going fast
Still not getting paid
Still tryna make rent on a day by day
Still bust my ass to make tapes to play
But I don't trust like that
I'ma break the bank
Fuck the stacks
You could keep the cake
I don’t need no body
I don’t need your shit
I don't need no money
I'm over it

Now they say that only time will tell
So I'm just looking for a rhyme to sell
I know money don't make the skills
Just too bad rapping don’t pay the bills

Get Rich...

Special thanks to Michael Hall for playing Guitar and Bass
Shouts out to everyone who came out to the show at Rosie McCanns on 2/18/17 for saying "Thats me!"

LYRICS

We hit the Flow Zone overload
Total control
Get low to the stereo
Load the floor
Gotta get it, got it?
Good
Get em blowing the dome
And now the beat goes on
Buh dum bah dum…
Nah
Hit me with the freaky vibe living to die
We get jiggy with the speaker-file
Ready to ride
Keep stepping with a dive and a dip in a hip
To get with it in a minute
Keep kicking it quick, I'm like
“Oh Shit!”
I guess we just getting into it
Pardon my position if it seems a bit intimate
I guess we better sit a bit and think about the benefits
Of sipping on our Guiness' and spending dead presidents
But heaven sent Techno to the kids
“Let em gig!”
They gotta have something to remember when they big
Everybody's just digging for a piece of mind
So I suggest keep gigging 
That's a piece of mine

Who's that guy with the fancy tie?
That looks so fly when he dancing by?
Is that you?
“That's me!”
Aww yee
Who's that dude with the attitude?
That looks too cool when he passing through?
Is that you?
“That's me!”
Aww yee
Now who's them peeps that freak the streets?
Keep jumping on they feet when they bumping a beat?
Is that you?
“That's me!” 
Aw yee…

I'm in the Flow Zone strapped 
With a snap-back hat
A dope ass ‘stache
And a jacket to match
I’m at a maximum capacity
I’m mashing the gas
Looking hella nasty
When I'm shaking that ass
I was sitting with a smile when she made her advance
Said she liked my style and the way that I dance
She was thinking…
“Maybe later baby we could hold hands?”
But I ain't looking for romance so I told her
“No ma’am”
I'm a man with a plan 
And I just wanna jam
Looking flam
I don't need no wham-bam
Then I ran
I'm slamming on a Tascam
Dirty like a trash can
Rapping like a has been
With a throwback to the last jam
“God damn, did he do it?”
He did
They say the party gets booming if the music is sick
So when the going gets moving and we loosing our shit
We gon take a quick minute just to do it again

I kick back with a teenage dream
Scheming like a demon when I step on the scene
I'm rubbing on my hands like a Genie in a lamp
Getting vamped when I dance on the amp like a champ
Sock it to me
Sock, sock it to me fresh
Kick a fly rhythm with a dipping in your step
I got one more verse to converse with blurred words
But bourbons got me slurring in my burgundy furs
So, first off, let me get this straight
Take a quick minute just to contemplate
We need a buncha bad bitches that could bomb the place
And a beat and a rap that accommodates

Who Dat?

LYRICS

Now let me rip up on the microphone
And kick a wicked wild style till they like the song
I bomb on it all day, that's the call
Slam dunk on a chump like basketball
I Pitch a fastball viscous with a livid desire
Its a fact y'all bet this couldn't get any higher
With the last call ringing baby one more round 
That means one more chance that we could dance around
Its the ragtag vagabond tagging along
Get the dang thang cracken till the breaking of dawn
Make the mainframe shake, put the bass in the bump
Straight turning em down, straight burning em up
Now that's that stuff that I like to see
Rummage in the cuts till we rock the beat
Yeah we do it how we do it so properly
Serve a certified product with the quality

Oh mama dontchya lie
You can get it how you want it in the spot tonight
You can do it how you do it when you bump the vibe
Super duper funk-a-fied

All I know is I got to focus
Go for broke you got to know this 
The savage with the magic that I rock the flow with
Abara Kadabara, hocus pocus
So lets get fit to rip
 And dip quick with the rhythm 
 When we flip the script
I drip drops with a lot of nonsense and shit
Hip hops not lost that's sensitive
So let me get the evidence off the scene
It seems evident the eminent, spark the dream 
I've been betting that the better man will get em to see 
Put the peddle to the metal just to get em to scream
I gotta get another lover  and I would if I could
But the way that you been doin it is Just so good so
Don't be mad if I blow my cool
Just understand, I know you do

Pants On

hello. my name is freak. i am a superaverage rap guy. these are my rap guy songs

Freak The Creature

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