Instrumental: Morning Cafe by. The Cancel (https://soundcloud.com/thecancel)
All praises due. Big Fan.

"Klean Sheets" is a little sleeper track I put together a couple of months back. The vibe felt right, i was feeling like a smooth muhfucka, and the result is this. The first verse is one of my favorites actually. 

Thank you Tyson of Smalltown Zeros (https://www.facebook.com/smalltownz) for the mixdown. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

Hit up The Cancel ( https://www.facebook.com/TheCancel ), tell them they're awesome, and that they should make me beats. :)

Thanks for listening,
Chris

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The smoothest of criminals dont get caught/ 
slippin through, groovin, tune in to get lost/
since i took off, ive made friends with static and exhaust/
poking at them black keys, like which one describes me/
ninja skooma bomb, im gone, an illusion con/ simply camouflaged in that moment you forget to pause/
egobesity now everybody's large/ even when their hopes have been darth mauled/
i admire the hunger/ though we converse and say nothing cause im wondering how to feng shui the rocks i live under/
who's not scared of spiders or a little bit of thunder, givin/ horse of a different, color/ spur of the moment, livin/
i feel my most handsome throwing tantrums/ open notebook diatribes over anthems/ 
here's to the echoes that kiss peaks i'll never reach, depending on nobody but me, life's a coral reef

Tumbling within the sheets of a symphony/            
Struggling to tuck myself in decently/
Tumbling within the sheets of a symphony/            
Struggling to tuck myself in.



Signed my name on a dotted line underneath some fine print i didn't read/ fuck it, i'll wing it like the star fleet/
I got here cause I exchanged sleep for a steady diet of energy drink and daydream/
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone/ at least i can smoke weed when she leaves/
too sexy for this button up and jeans/ so I'm passing out uppercuts til everyone agrees/
Float like a butterfly, sting like an open wound/
there been, that done, closed mouth, open tomb/
Hairpin drifted, flipped birds, fuck fate, small town full of zeros, pornstars & cupcakes/, 
Overflowing stream of consciousness broken flood gate/ drowning inhibition, inhale deliverance/
Forgiveness/ 
trying to convince the misses I am not a menace, just different/

Klean Sheets - (Instro by: The Cancel)

This is my official entry upload for the Stones Throw and AIAIAI's "my world premiere" rap contest. You had to record a verse through a mic'd headset into the iphone app while it played the instrumental. This concept pays homage to the original by Charizma and Peanut Butter Wolf and also helps you prove that you can flat out rap (or not) because you only got the one go at each take, meaning you couldn't dub over it, punch in, or add effects. Raw voice raw raps. This was the take i decided was the keeper. Share with a friend if you dig it. PBW picks the winner but the play counter being up there can't hurt. haha. Thank you!   - Kap  

LYRICS:

Must not sleep
Musn’t ruin day job
Art for arts sake
ever elusive pay off 
sea punk blue, suede rain boot lucid seance 
smoke free brainwash
titties coffee and crayons 
essentials, saran wrap this cakewalk
theres no moon you’ll be safe on, you or your based god
chance yammering’s fantasy fan em with chainsaws
bed side banshee ya phantom cannot abstain from
dumb down nah nigga just a knack for playing dumb
woe is meandering mammaries are for face ohm       
noggin colonization
lvl head invasion no proper authorization
ain’t shit changing but topic of conversation
couch surfing gone crowd funded pirate station
you’re not as blank as your alias insinuates
a lighter and some patience for the blanks I can’t articulate 
sick vinyl plate, a-moxicillin cycle, butt naked ice capades til I’m colder than my idols,  
vital, nicer than my rivals, grimier than captain aizen i will charge it to the game soon as they agree to my prices, right
shame on a masquerade
can’t dunk, chug sprite
zip code, weho
stomach tat, hug life
mr peanut butter I’m a stones throw away 
clever, cliche, party people help me clean my place
i’ll work on being subtle and our a secret handshake 
then choke slam the post man that creased your eastbay 
At my after school program for scenesters and strays
It's Dre beats disco week, chopin vs slow jam 
gangsters don’t dance, they go through the motions
cause life is like a box of expired trojans
not above the next man who counts his blessings 
i am above the last man that touched this record
been asking for trouble dookie rope through ya septum
yessum, woo child, fucks down negative eleven
nobody felt the the lack of rhythm resin you presented
guestlist mom plus pokemon collected
brethren don't be embarrassed to be have not      
they do groupon grills for goldust’s money shot 

#iwon 

#aizend

#AntiCool
#devonwho
#holdupzelda
#masuimimax
#titties
#lvlhdz

wring em out
thots kiss my ass-phalt 
sizzle em medium well
comparis-impaled  
three acute angles cap your devilish tail
pierre escargot them shell toes so frail 
cooler than the teachers lounge, who's asking around
you’re not helping if you’re picking up what I’m putting down
overzealous since i’m so commando under cap and gown 
look, snail back off you’re just mashing it now
louisville sluggish spacecataz mouth running harlem globtrotter wit a sputnik 
the future speak supersedes retro soliloquies
oil based paint in living colors all over your house of buggin
moral obligation to safely shepherd the ruckus back 
kids flying through orange portals barf in their bucket hats
i do an awful humpty dance and struggle with the thunderclap 
click my heels and wake up on the chest of masuimi max

T!tt!es (devonwho:holdupzelda)

forgiveness
not
permission

LYRICS:

Up late pacing on one but it feels right
Though nothing ever comes of too much but a long night
Every man knows what I mean
Please understand I don’t plan to be mean 
I'm unsure if the means will be justified
I am sure the bulk of this is for me 
I bet most of these are projections I won’t invite inside cause I'd lose track when they multiplied, again
I need to maintain put together status
And seem unreachable without the proper apparatus 
I don't choose to lead yet it continues to happen
While you wear #2 like headbands be in fashion
This isn’t news, we can read all about it
In your book of doubts and somedays thats always been crowded 
We need more than sundays i preach you seem bout it
Im the offering tray when your excuses need countin

empathize, organize, cut slack, big picture,
dead pixel, relax, nigga stay grounded
fuck this, I’m diehard, still dreaming, you aren’t
done playing, bout to put em back where i found em
catch me on weeknights killing myself
for my alternate outfit 
my diminishing realm
my girl said I’ve lost you, the lost i can help
no pity for the star-crossed who watch it all melt

come out with your chin high 
you’re surrounded
be scared
follow my lead, I’m terrified as well
so is everyone we’ve ever known,
bravery is scarce
born alone die alone, 
lets live to defy, outlast the tired trope
friends don’t let friends wallow in their life approach
if eye for an eye means twice the kaleidoscope   
do you still scream into ya pillow
like is anybody there?
knowing that there isn’t 
bargaining with whatever might inceptor your whispers
searching for better innards only worsens your blisters
id put my faith in you up against the scriptures
entrust you with my memoirs, the cover, and it’s pictures
but you’re on the fence,
while my commitment scoffs at your self defense
can’t keep your word, what are your words worth, wordsmith?

I won’t apologize for the intrusion or disturbance
My self righteous tirades and semi circle circus 
not for lack of try-yang i am yin at your service 
Even humble demigods obsess and rest when it's perfect
glowing solo’s overrated surrender unite our greatness fame awaits our constellation
LvL HDz will decimate em!
i dont fucking need you I just need you to be less complacent
quit complaining, this is your purpose, why won't you say it 
that little girl gave you chance at recalibration
i gave my little girl away nameless with my salvation   
thats why i push and push,
fuck a realistic expectation
the only thing that’s real is my mistakes, friend
and you don’t get to be one,
So rise to the occasion
see what i see when you rhyme, you’re designed for levitation
a selfless son of two of lifes runner ups can still make it
if you about face and face it



unless i run (holyfuck/theyregoingtotakemythumbs)

To all the girls that are too pretty for their own good...

LYRICS:

She keeps on passing me by/ cause she thinks she's so fly/
Ultra sly tactics can't dash the practiced/
I've met my match in crafty packaging/
She can't catch feelings. If she does it's barehanded/ and hoses foes/ nobody's ever stolen home/
Gravity has a hell of a time keeping down/ the sharpest knife in the box of crayons/
(Whistle) She hates the sound/ but responds every time/ like one of Pavlov's pups/
When she blows a kiss the other hand goes auto-clinch/ just in case you doubt her tough/
She takes her drink straight cause she ain't sweet/ after stirring it with the stem of the roses she eats/
The show don't start 'til her bangs are peeled back/ thousand yard swag lookin right past you kats/


Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/
Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/


Her boots are made for walkin but she refuses/
Self-respect is up for auction when she chooses/
Don't see ladies like her often and she knows that/
Against her best efforts arrogance levels be oozing/
Frostbitten at the core/ got dudes smitten after spittin to em raw/
Think she's on the level but the level is floor/ where she like to get it in/ she's not into gentle men/
You make the rules that she bends into oblivion/
The exception to sin/
Accept no less than perfection/
When allurement is used as a weapon/
Got them gifts that only her mama could give/ 
Her reflection is her nemesis and her best friend/ 
Crazy cliche, like the tattoo's she won't show/
Damned if you do, damned if you don't though/


Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/
Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/
Trust no man, to each her own/
But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/
Drown your front, and taste your soul/


She goes hard all night, cause true control/ gets misconstrued in cruise control/
You're just a fish, in shark waters so don't bother/ playing captain save a martyr/
She goes hard all night cause true control, gets misconstrued in cruise control/
You're just a fish, in shark waters so don't bother/ playing captain save a martyr/


Kapeesh & The Beatfarmer - Taste Your Soul

a leftover lvlhdz snacktape track rotting in the fridge since who fuckin knows when.
i LOVE these fuckin bars. 
shoutout to iglooghost and my little brother ztein.

stoobevaC (iglooghost:caveboots)ft. yung einztein

LvLGxDz ft. freki the ravenous _(eprom:prototype)_

(--- instrumental = sippy cup - shlohmo ---)

Download "Sippy Cup" @ http://kapeesh.bandcamp.com/album/pretty-blues
Music Videos & Promo's for Pretty Blues @ http://kapeeshprettyblues.blogspot.com

Sippy Cup

(--- instrumental = all i need - clams casino ---)
Download "waste" @ http://kapeesh.bandcamp.com/album/pretty-blues
Music Videos & Promo's for Pretty Blues @ http://kapeeshprettyblues.blogspot.com

Waste

(--- instrumental = friend (lover) - evenings ---)
Download "in it for scars" @ http://kapeesh.bandcamp.com/album/pretty-blues
Music Videos & Promo's for Pretty Blues @ http://kapeeshprettyblues.blogspot.com

In it for Scars

Center Of The Sun - EPROM (Kapeesh Remix)

This track is a remix Sango did to The xx's "angels"
I felt inspired, wrote to it, and decided to call my version "krussian"
All praises due to: 
Sango (https://soundcloud.com/sangobeats) 
and 
The xx (http://thexx.info/)

---------

key swallowed
chain me to the type of forever your parents preach
wave me down and i'll follow
life hardened and heart hallowed
opposite the rocks you choose to skip like the sooner you settle we'll drown my sorrows
I'll tell you I think you're pretty
if you scar me and call me different
hurt you and hide my hands
just promise you'll never listen
always on the offensive it's bite or be bitten
keep your enemies close and your boyfriend at a distance
you don't wanna be the one who caves, slave to new conditions wait,
before you know it, your identity and say have been erased
On pins and needles everyday, trying to dodge these live grenades, 
that I've designed to blow at least a smile into that stubborn face
your tattoos tell less truth than open wounds
so try and gross me out, i gravitate toward certitude
i know you're used to silver spoon-fuls of bad news
glass half empty crescent moonroof blues/

We're not bad for each other we're just bad mother fuckers
Stubborn can't tell us nothing
You know it all, I've seen it all, but these hearts ain't up for crushing
These hearts ain't up for crushing, you can't hurt what doesn't function 
x2

ollie ollie oxen free
i'll light them candles while you bathe in your hypocrisies and shave away your modesty
fingers crossed that you never had your fingers crossed 
break the monotony at godlike velocities 
home wreckers behold the constellation tangler's
tamper artfully, love irresponsibly 

We're not bad for each other we're just bad mother fuckers
Stubborn can't tell us nothing
You know it all, I've seen it all, but these hearts ain't up for crushing
These hearts ain't up for crushing, you can't hurt what doesn't function
x2

Krussian [Sango:The xx:"angels"]

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