made entirely in one sitting with a Pocket Operator, Yamaha PSS-170, Organelle, and guitar recorded to a multi-track,, don't ask me how

what's important

Raw audio samples of improvisational soul by Parenting. 

Sean Barrett - Guitar
Ethan Zalipski - Bass
Liam Barrett - Drums
Josh Zalipski - Guitar

You are loved.

untitled 28

1. brother john
2. chill guitar sample
3. lifesabitch
4. tribalism
5. vomitbot
6. unconscious
7. valley
8. rhodes
9. lugia
10. death wrap edit
11. double d
12. bill evans type beat

Beat Tape 2

i made this in about 3 hours while sitting on the floor so ig this is a demo

(i thought the card game was called queen's corner, fck)

see yaa (flat tire)

this is the first track off the new record. the record will be executive produced by oh ok. you can see the music video for this single at https://youtu.be/NSJVumN2_rQ 

lyrics:
show a gun in the first act
you use it in the third
but youngin since you heard that
open wide to eat some words
til click clack clocks your ass
then meetings adjourned.
my seething is scorn, it's freely reborn,
when you weaklings wield mics 
leave em needing some more. 
I leave a mic ringing just from beating my skull,
screams leak eagerly when I'm cleaning the floor,
see these chipped teeth, meaning bleeding and more, 
but I reach inner peace when I freak on the tour.
see you skinny rappers looking like Jenny Hanivers, 
illusion of the magic but mummies atop bannisters,
source of folklore but really just rap mannequins.
my raps' adamant, your written shit is saddening,
pull a bitch fast like i'm fuckin zap Brannigan,
catch me at the Vatican, grabbed a few Spanish friends,
you'd think it's human trafficking, they vanish after traveling,
(til you) see me with the pope, boricuas, and some africans.
drunk uncle, bitch, i'm reaching for the glass again,
digging through the cabinet,
itching for a glass of gin,
and you wack bastards can insist that I relax again,
but i'm sinning over tracks til they grinning at my blasphemy.
i'm the stray cat you're wishing would stay back,
I act act as if today's scraps more like a buffet rack,
kids in the kitchen asking where the fillets at, 
I say that just to claim facts.
i'm the everpresent saint with feet to displace sand,
not here to save rap; more like spay rap,
take the game by force and castrate it ASAP. 
by the way I slay tracks, you're wishing I'd take naps,
but I'm awake from the playback all the way to the payback.
sit back with your old ass, itching your wave cap,
this is piss on the stage rap for the kids with a great past,
or the Ritalin faced chaps misplaced in a grade back.
something like syd barrett spilling madcap laughter,
I advance faster and attack rap patters as it i'm paddling a raft through the blackened trash scattered,
aphorisms spit made of fucking black matter.
so sit back wack rappers it's mr. ask after,
all my handicapped raps are trapped on the last album.
yes, i'm a tad famished, but my tracks' raw,
when I spit raps your shit gets backlogged,
stomping out your mother in a shopping mall,
slaughtering your brother he can get a cracked jaw,
bitch that's all,
I've written this filth because I've got blue balls,
itching to toss fists because I've got blue balls,
your man isn't shit because he got blue balls,
come get with the kid, you know he stands too tall,
and his dick thick, 
just like rick ross.

Jenny Haniver (prod. oh ok)

pixar lamp hoppin up with the glow
squeak before the feature like i'm late to the show
straight dreamloungin with the midnight screenings
i hope i don't offend if i end up sleeping
just scorekeeping someone had to do it
write the par before the hole i already knew it
line up the mic like i hit a hole in one
they're stuck on the windmill i'm already done
that's why i bring a good book in case i finish early
already got the nut so i'm feelin kinda squirrely
what? i never said i had the sharpest tongue
in fact i speak easy like your daddy's old rum
in other words dumb like i need a translator
foreign to em now but i'm goin for the majors
behind enemy lines been here the whole time
smoke signals in the air it's more than a sign

stuck and alone
i found some love
right in the brink of time
and she all mine oh my and she so fine
movin up
losin gloves
fightin for what's mine
and my face shine
mm walked a straight line

road work ahead boy i sure hope
no need for dead ends or a slippery slope
they ask about the math like y is mx+b
but only have the subject like a half-written speech
yeesh meanwhile i'm breathin theses
like i had some paper lungs or was a different species
theses or theses? reeces or reeces?
it's all a game of language like jesus or jesus
time and space is fake and that's the real haps
so i send my friends a good morning snap
cause who can take a sunrise and sprinkle it with dew?
read the golden ticket the answer is you
midas with the bars got the flow like fort knox
i control the cash in other words i make the locks
change it up for a reason gotta watch the throne
got the crew up in the castle when i'm on my way home

half-written speech w/ Astrud Napoleon

a performance of a live mix featuring vocal samples from kanye west, mf doom, frank ocean and more. sippin' a drink at a party type beat. 909 gang. made w ableton.

half-written speech w/ Astrud Napoleon

nicholas cloud

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