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"CAP CITY" - (_Jay Cali_&_Paulie Think_) - [Prod. CeoCheckmate]

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CAP CITY - Cap City

For our last episode this year, we're joined by Slug from Atmosphere, to discuss and explore their 12th studio album "WORD?" and the legacy and genius of MF DOOM. We also talk about going from Hair(2002) to Scalp (2010) to Skull (2021) and ending the trilogy from a third person perspective, working with PNS from Molemen and much more!

Slug (Episode 37, S2)

slinky.to/bleeptest

lyrics:
(Would have said that I say
Would have said that)

Would have said that I say everything I’m thinking
But if I was thinking, I would have thought it through
(Like what?)
Marathon spitter when I start off speaking
It’s like I’m sprinting, but I don’t know where to

I’m unnecessary
A living bleep test
No one was asking for 

Eh

Nobody asked but I’m here with opinions 
I’ll play devil’s advocate for reasons that don’t add up
Hitting bare minimum’s not much to ask
But I’ve managed to make it the impossible task like I could

I’m unnecessary
A living bleep test
No one was asking for 

Ugh
Oh my god, I wanna get better
Uh-huh
Oh my god, it’s not that hard like
Uh-huh
Oh my god, I wanna be better
Uh-huh
Oh my god, it’s not that hard like
Uh-huh
Oh my god, I wanna get better
Uh-huh
Oh my god, it’s not that hard like
Uh-huh
Oh my god, I wanna be better
Uh-huh
Oh my god, it’s not that hard like
Uh-huh

Goodnight mom, goodnight dad
Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite

Shutting down

Bleep Test

2042

ANNIE, PICK A FLOWER.. (MY HOUSE)

Link to Actual Music Video Below:

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Kal Banx ft Smino x Buddy - HOP OUT CHO FEELINGS

"Early Sunrise" by Lucid Optics off of the album Mind Murals 
Produced by ABH &amp; Lucid Optics 
Artwork by Cody Horwood

If I get any sleep at all it's probably not in my own bed
Closing my eyes at the time my alarm is set
Bent over a dream, rest adjacent in the grave
Can't imagine how many hours insomnia has saved
It's sunrise tragedy, our time is shrinking rapidly
I'd weave baskets of agony for you to leave this galaxy
Blast off, it's practically outdated like the cavalry
Headless horsemen even throws vehicles in his salary

Wake up, take a shower, go to work, back home
Cook it up, take a shit, and fall asleep alone 

And time drips
Lakes form a mold around your feet
Drowning in his past until he sinks too deep
He tries to swim, but, silly him I've replaced the fins
Couldn't touch the oxygen before the lights went dim
Anchor attachment has him begging for a breath
But soon he figured fighting was less important than rest
Side of the mattress will continue to be my seat
Sit still the years don't change a single thing about the beast 
I've got something to dread about the future
Clock in 
See another boss I'd like to neuter 
Well, my coffee cup still isn't empty
I've got a truck and not arriving seems too tempting
Here it is 
The sunrise is depressing 
The world around me slowly starts to infect me
I need to find another way to dig around the difference 
And I've only got a few minutes.

Early Sunrise

Produced by Lucid Optics & Snow Globe
We've got an EP in the works
Artwork by Cody Horwood
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I’ve heard a rapper say to stay away from making music, ain’t nothing but a confusing mess
But I need to take the other side, no offense, making music is the only thing to me that’s making any sense
I’ve got a shitload of questions and not enough answers
I’ve got guardian angel that’s been on break 
She's taking too long
Now I'm running out of songs
Each one a different way to describe the same thing: a feeling not done justice by words
Thought language scattered in the mind it's very hard to translate it
Looking in the eyes to break it
Puzzles in the iris make it easier to figure out what you're really telling me
And I could never know for sure
But I'm scraping away the bullshit until my thumbs are raw
You take what makes sense and make a mess of it as if life isn't confusing enough!
Well, all you're really doing here is adding on stress to the few that choose to settle with you
You've got me handling demands like a bomb threat
Play by your rules or go be someone else's fool
Life... this is what it is:
I've stepped into a blind game of pinning tails on pigs!
Make money or die with nothing else to prove you lived
And what we have is fucking nothing in front of actual intelligence

A couple have the millions
Millions have nothing
See, your thoughts don't really put food in my stomach… (or does it?)
I'm eating bread without the lunch meat
So I don't lose touch with something that a futuristic Lucid couldn't do without
And I'll probably die right here in this room while I'm shaking Snow Globes pondering my own doom
So much light pollution that I haven't seen the moon
Since the last hallucination after gobbling the mushrooms
Hobbling my nuts to a what?
To a place that I know I won't be bugged
Either starving in the alley or a face in the mud
Breathing or becoming part of what made me, baby!
Your type is dangerous to mine
I'd live off the land with some friends and I'd be fine
You're the Abel to my Cain when the drought stopped the rain
Promised all the better 
But we'd be lucky to live the same as we once did

God would like you better if you didn't talk

Thought Language (prod. by Snow Globe - Demo)

Produced by Lucid Optics
Artwork by Cody Horwood
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Lucid: a rap advocate and jazz addict
Run with Contra Villains play shows for cash grabbing
I'm feeling like a lab rat trapped in a labryinth 
Got a full ton of bad habits
Most days don't bother me
Other days slaughter like two-thousand pounds on top of me
He's the man that puts the music in the tape box 
Found a way to vibrate his vision on the cave rock
Hit like slapstick by five o'clock traffic
Mute the world's soundtrack with background static
Life: play it as a drone or a maverick
Once he grabbed the microphone he never had to pass it
Stumble on a desk in every class
Drunk before the bell cut his spirit like glass
This is why we don't look back
It's worse than looking down from a hundred mile gap
He asked to make a fail into a pass. They keep it to a secret like a cap on the flask
They seem to understand he's got a plan
If they don't give him a hand at least it's warm in the quicksand
I promise I'll remember this like someday I'll have grown and can reciprocate assistance
But the further that I travel the more that I unravel
Life is smirking like an asshole
Got my neck stuck in its grapple
Now, give him applause, he's been working real hard-like
Never let a bland man's hand around our mic
Gotta keep the interest fluid
See the walls stand before I break them down to ruins

Head full of rhymes
Gut full of oxygen
Handful of rock to send
Same pair of socks again
Sparking revelations away from limitations
Cranium creations
Danger: 
Hallucinations
Head full of rhymes
Gut full of oxygen
Handful of rock to send
Same pair of socks again
Sparking revelations away from limitations
Cranium creations
Danger: Hallucinations

Hallucinations (Demo)

Produced by Lucid Optics 
Artwork by Cody Horwood 
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Brain worn like a first born 
Your color is magenta mixed with bilious orange 
Acatalepsy 
So certain that you're skeptic 
Space is only dark where the stars aren't detectives yet you still hide skeletons like classified specimen 
Snub nose is sub rosa hidden like the rest of men 
Now you fail to recognize your own disguises 
Your shadows are black holes that swallowed your identity 
A crisis 
Maybe I'm a little nihilistic or maybe those demands eviscerate what is realistic 
God is only good compared to devils 
Positive and negative on a molecular level 
I never try to run from the inevitable but I'm chasing at the same pace of those trying to catch my tail 
I decorate no rap stale 
Leaving no money trails like they're after Frank Abignale 
Stop this fraudulence 
Organized politics now becoming mosh pits 
A bunch of silly monkeys trying to operate the cockpit 
I feel I'm on my own and even Butters got a bottom bitch 
The responses: this is the way it is 
It's time for rearranging our priority list! 
Prove me wrong because I know it won't happen 
It's money over all so watch the humanism fall 
It's free pain killers and cheap alcohol 
Overdose to watch the apocalypse while comatose 
Unconscious dreaming of writing a set 
The cause of my unrest 
A midnight sunset 
Used to be depressed 
Now it's euphoric 
Today is on its way to becoming prehistoric 
I wonder if they'll even get to laugh at us... or will everything describing us evaporate to gases? 
War became a hobby 
Came to get a room and got arrested in the lobby 
My advice is as bad as anyone else's 
I don't know what I'm saying anymore, I just felt it


Acatalepsy

Produced by Lucid Optics
Artwork by unknown artist, I am not taking credit for the image, but I do think it's cool.
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Standing in the sand only to realize that my imprints would vanish like Pluto to planets
Outlandish like spaceships 
Give it to the bandit 
He saps skulls and hand delivers them to black holes
Spending my attention on three dimensions
Emphasizing empathetic étiquette 
And death was my sentence, tampering with modified genetics
Smudges don't blend with a cleansed lens 
Now, sprint quick as probability allows or break boundaries and leave every astrophysicist with work to do
Study the universe I'm working through
Life resonates and moves to my super nova circus tunes
I observed with skepticism 
Their retrospect driven by cause and effect while I'm vexed by perplexity in every speck dissected
A butterfly effect and this world is a reflection of it
Hover above it like I'm separating my angle
Analyze the puppets like my strings are untangled 
Of course I want to change how we've made life out to be
I'm tied trying to find solutions out like alchemy

I see the bodies waking up
I smell the chemicals discussed
It blocks the most of my musts
I hung my trust in disgust and saw myself become the monstrous
Now I can't even trust myself...
 

Erosion 
Life falls in and out of focus
Corrosion 
Life falls in and out of focus
The soulless keep turning to god for their solace, but, life falls in and out of focus

Tsunami

New album all dusty mellow tracks! A nod to young Maurice.

Rice Bowl

www.justjoeymusic.com

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Early Sunrise

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