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

Collab with Jay Cali
Produced by CEOCheckmate.

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)

I wrote this song a few years back and remembered I like it. Just doing this for fun on the rough draft mic. The beat is off of 1983.

Circle Walking Remix (Flying Lotus - Shifty)

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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

Mind Of Psilocybin

2042

ANNIE, PICK A FLOWER.. (MY HOUSE)

Link to Actual Music Video Below:

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coCjYLzzJws&list=RDcoCjYLzzJws&index=1

Kal Banx ft Smino x Buddy - HOP OUT CHO FEELINGS

Contra Optics presents "Sand."
Photo by Stephen Amato-Salvatierra and edited by Cody Horwood

You'll forget in the Sand
What I left back at home
Your feelings of those worries
In the drone of surfers' boards
The smoke lingered on your breath
Makes me feel as warm as your breast. 

It’s been a long life. And hopefully nowhere near the end of it
Riding on 17, only sober in memories I reminisce
The reservoir we pass used to be filled to the brim, shit
I guess everyone’s been missing how it used to be, but since
We destroyed it all, put our bombs against the bricks
And watched it crumble like the sand beneath our feet when we were kids
The past attacks me like how a cat reacts to mist
We enjoy it while we can before there’s nothing left to miss
Slowly the ride only reminds of times I was unaware really how empty is life
Passenger’s side so much sunlight I’m blind
Glasses aren’t mine but they’ll fit for this time
And she laughed until she cried 
Mumbled a word every second our tongues were untied
Fine, hoping for silence I sighed, why’d, you become most of mind?
I die, So resurrect me like I’m Christ
But treat me like a devil since it suits me more inside
I could sit in the sand and pretend I’m civilized
But I’m an animal in a world that’s lost beyond what we call time
 


Sand (Contra Ville vs. Lucid Optics)

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

It's no wonder why I'm yawning dawn is knocking on the walls and quaking my corpse to awakening
Sleepyhead 
Feed me the meds!
They confiscated my belongings 
Sold to pay the asshole that towed my truck this morning 
With no calls and no warnings these magnetic fields are forming and the iron in my blood is getting ripped through my orifices
Oxygen lack 
I'm sinking fast with the fishes
Eyelid glitches 
This caffeine is like a sickness
Now everything is a drug and you can clearly see my ribs
And what the fuck?
I was worried about any speck that wasn't normal
And everybody laughs when I say something's wrong with me
I'm a mental patient stuck in the past so I'm not yet at the hospital
Launching tantrums like Donkey Kong throwing barrels off as obstacles
Blocking fools in overalls and mustaches from having the princess
She's mine you faggots! Nice guys might as well finish with incest!
Sorry, I can be a cunt sometimes
It's just... I'm just grumpy when the sun folds
The moon is gold, the beer is warm, and she's an icicle 
This is what I do when no one wants to hang out 
Or maybe everyone's asking and I'd feel worse not confined
I'm more into escaping life than living with those I know sometimes
I'm not going to mention it just to be offensive
Everything trips you out and flares your eons passed your capable vision 
There's no incentive for me to be honest, yet still I am
I know lying is the key but I still tried lock picking and jammed it
This'll probably be the reason I die alone
But look inside yourself and you'll hear my ideas in your own voice
Screaming about the avoided choice to stand for something
You're a puppet unaware that shadows always come with
The worst part of every monster is watching ourselves become it
But I'm willing to share this jungle with the animal in my stomach


More Rain

This was inspired by a song called "Monophobia" made by a fellow artist and friend, Airospace. He did a really good job with it, and it ended up motivating me to write this tonight. Felt kind of weird about going over the same beat, but I decided that in the end nothing really matters. I did this for creative purposes only, Flying Lotus definitely deserves credit for creating the amazing instrumental. This was done on a built-in computer mic. enjoy.

--

Sometimes the minutes in between sounds escaping range from sixty to days rotating
Strange they say
Seldom a man of speech 
See, my mind is occupied
I'm on a continuous loop around my saturn inside
Just a place I travel to when I meditate 
Controlling the impulses
Revolting from the oldest form of torture to souls
I bolster my defenses like those
Hanging posters to cover up the grossest holes
I think I've gotten too used to being cold and alone
Drifting, stoned, chasing after a better home
Ran from my father in hopes I'd be supported at shows
Grabbed the mic, dropped the soul even when no one would go
Well, Cody had my back when I had no gold
But the women kinda doubted I'd keep this up getting old
Suburban origin.. collapse like an accordion
They greet me with a sigh like they're approaching a Kevorkian  
Even I wonder why my thoughts glide away from safety
Pro-euthanasia like this city's going to make me
I'm diving in the puddles of my melted mind 
Believing that I'm real is probably my only crime
God imagined me with a crooked spine and a chipped tooth
Living in a storage space with a recording booth
You're a sad sack of flesh that they don't respect
Driving yourself mad with your wasted breath
Thinking about the time I'd lay upon your breast
And when we fucked it opened up a new definition of best
Sex was our quivering connection to the universe
Remember when you realized who you really were?
And to each other, seldom we spoke 
Hiding from the small talk 
Even opaque to a ghost
A snake with a cloak
Fangs dangle to mangle but hidden by a smokescreen of Sativa leaves and jokes

I don't like making noise if I got nothing to say
I don't speak speak when there's nothing for my words to change


Seldom I Speak (beat by Flying Lotus)

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

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Sand (Contra Ville vs. Lucid Optics)

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