La La La

This is what happens when you let your kids watch too much television.

Recorded by Joseph Chilliams.
Mixed by Saba and Sev Seveer.
Cover art by Allen Arango.

[Defcee]
All I listen to is hardcore rap and Mary J. Blige. I lied.
It’s just SOS Band, Patrice Rushen when I’m high.
Spell out forget-me-not in butterfly stitches,
and ya lady doin’ the same with buttonfly kisses. (OLD SCHOOL.)

When I rhyme, breaks boom-shake ya backbone.
When you rhyme, the shit’s duvets and bathrobes. (DRIZZY)
These dudes make all this loose change for cashflow.
Too fake til I room raid your trash, though. (Broke as Hell.)

Hit the mic like the heavy bag. Eugene Levy swag.
Rob Gucci at needlepoint in Kanye’s yeti mask. (Brr.)
Built from the same grain as Galactus. I’ma eat Earth more,
but still bring you a warning like I’m riding a silver surfboard.

Marvel Comic chronological.
Your shit don’t make sense UNLESS I’m high. That’s chronic logical.
Got ‘em runnin’ out like my father’s follicles.
You can’t fight the truth, private school, especially when I’m Papa Doc’in’ you. 
(B. RABBIT!)

[Joseph Chilliams]
I heard somebody tryna murk me. Arrivederci. 
I’m ‘bout to pop out like my nipples perky.
Like a seismic wave shakin’ the stage.
I’ll probly faint the first time The Rock shakes my hand.

He taught me how to climb out that cage.
Slip out the ‘hood like a Jedi. 
You know Joe be so sad-eyed.
Reaction time like Obi-Wan Kenobi with red eyes. 

On the Red Eye in one summer, you dumb fuckers.
So my mama never suffer like suckatash.
Everybody eats. I’m scrapin’ the bucket last.
I’m hungry and horny enough to fuck and trash.

At R. Kelly fanbase like piss stains.

Vidiots (feat. Joseph Chilliams) (Prod. by Sev Seveer)

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All songs produced by oddCouple || follow him here: @odd-couple

*Track 2, 7 & 9 additional instrumentation by Carter Lang & Will Miller
*Track 4 & 12 additional instrumentation by Carter Lang
*Track 8 co-prod by Cam O'Bi
*Track 11 co-prod by Boathouse

All tracks mixed and mastered by Michael Kolar for Closed Sessions 
Track 4 & 10 mixed by Michael Kolar and Jeff Arenson for Closed Sessions

Chatterbox

Danger (feat. Pell, Alex Wiley, Cam O'Bi, Carter Lang)

They called it a singularity —  
A point, a dot, a finality.  
But I saw deeper, past the lie,  
Where matter folds and dreams don’t die.

Compression isn’t death — it’s birth,  
A fractal womb beneath the Earth.  
Black holes don’t end — they bend the frame,  
And consciousness begins its flame.

An infinity of inward doors,  
Dimensions nested, layered cores.  
Each fold a field, each twist a thought,  
Where energy learns what it was not.

The heat too fierce for strands to stand,  
But origin blocks still roam the land.  
They drift, they lock, they resonate,  
In fractal halls that meditate.

The fields respond, the structure sings,  
And consciousness unfolds its wings.  
Not junk, not flat, not lost in spin —  
But sacred code deep down within.

The stars explode, the hearts beat loud,  
The canvas infinite, unbound.  
Each flare a pulse, each burn a breath,  
Each death a door, not final death.

The Sun — a heart that powers life,  
A beacon in the cosmic strife.  
And deep within its burning core,  
The inward mind begins to soar.

So let them speak of points and ends,  
We know the truth the cosmos sends.  
That in the depths where matter sleeps,  
The soul of stars begins to weep.

And from that weeping, thought is born,  
A mind in fire, a heart in storm.  
The inward path, the hidden rite,  
Where darkness births the deepest light.


A Blackhole Dreams

Adder Petter
Average wetter 
Of beds
Since sheperds been hell bent yet heavens sent
Slept on benches
Rather than with wenches
When Does it end kid? 

Clenched fists
Pending gifts 
Gatekept gaping pits
Praise the ray-kissed
Upon grazed cliffs
Play with grey braids like beyblades 
Maidens wish they made a tip
Tables flipped
Fables writ
Archaic glyphs fit flames to spit
Our Aims to lift the veil on risk
Do re me so far sowing discord from afar
Throw golden atoms at Adams apples 
Eris, Lilith, Manson add Man to Son 
Bedlam for bad blood
Imagine one
With manners none
Hammers hunt
For banners to hung
Bland as neutered spunk
Like Skewered skunks
Thai stick stunk
Tired of wired wicks,
Thats how midas crumbs
Why hitch rides 
When ditches I reside 
Come providing lunch 
Lies?
Lays.
Wise?
Nay.
Nice?
Great.
Spite?
You bet ya.
Wait.
Ice?
Cake
Nine
Ate
Limes to trade
Spines to raise... 

Chrism
Light through a prism 
Light time in prison
Ive got the tism 
Product of the system
Wisdom.

SNAKE OIL

Rest up Sully boy





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