Untitled by ALEX SCAB HENRY-BALLEW

Scab on the mic... we got Quintium on them beats!

Yo I watched the afternoon turn into a shattered moon
Burning through half the fumes as I grasp my doom
I hear the splash of spoons clashing against the bottom of my room
Clutched in my hand, fate's tryna trick destiny 

But fuck the plans luck made to sit next to me
I want to be eternally enriched with ecstasy and happiness
so much positivity I couldn't possibly get mad at this
What happened to lavishness? I had to miss 

When I got on the wrong side of the abacus but I'm losin it, 
All bruised and shit, you tried to prove yourself?
To me? That you're pure with wealth 
when I start to attempt to apply to clean my unkempt pigsty

Even the rich die and if I tell you I did fly once
It would just be my hunch, that I found out what this is: fear
I did cry and disappear into a myth of tears
and all that's left is a puddle

That past winter I just pulled out that last splinter
That I got from packs of stickers delivered into my liver 
due to that scavenger's brass liquor I'll throw a spectacle on his ass quicker 
If he think he has a special schedule to

Cause I scene, you know I don't think I'm mean
Comin fat so back doin samples like a dream but
We need fun but you don't need to be dumb
That's why we run when you pull out your neat gun

Into the street comes my concrete stung 
the wordless surface that everyone bleeds from
The blood seeps into a natural greed fund
That turns into an addictive additive that actually attracts you to need some

But we've just begun making some tapes
Every now and then I'm takin' a break
There's this really fine girl I'd like to take on a break
And later that night I'ma go make bombs of paint

That I found behind her tampons and grapes (I might go make bombs of paint that I found behind her tampons and grapes)

Yo instantly I pin MCs up with their timid beats
and have a discussion about why they get fucked when they walk in the streets
And I get more fun today 
that's why I'm not trippin on my 400k

Grabbin my cord and my bass 
in order to talk to you about why you always need merit

Woah, I just want to be meaningless
They'll never get my fingerprints
I just chill out and bring incense 
to subdue your fiending fits

I drop sounds in the lockdown
I thought a clown's purpose was to make me laugh at the circus
But I got real nervous
and left the elephant shit stained surface

If you're that clown and you heard this
And you think you're worth this
You should come up to me
cause my ghost is gonna come hauntin you, I like to flaunt crews!

But you know it's astonishing
how wrong it seems to prolong your dreams
Let's just live it up and stay entertained
I hear it sucks when you can't play with your brain

I'm gonna get my head together and start makin a name
Life in general is lopsided
I discovered that I never actually did the things I thought I did
I stop high kids on the block to see if they hear the mic I ripped

I'm scared of mirrors tearing up my thought process like a pair of scissors
me talking to you is getting rid of my life by sharing it quicker
I thought it was funny how you made that comment about how my mom's scared of liquor
All this talk is foreshadowing more battling

You've already said like four shallow things 
And lately that makes me think you're lazy
Yo my name's HB and my life would be so much less shady 
if I didn't always go out twice a week to write ?-?-kay-tee!

But I grade MCs because it's a true happiness
to watch a relationship heat and freeze
I like to breathe and sneeze in the space you pick
And in case we dip, I'll always remember the fact that we made a clique

Ay sometime we should go somewhere with someone
sometime we should just go somewhere and do something with someone...

Post script: It's been a year and I fucking miss Alex. I'm not a hip hop producer but I took a sample he picked out and applied a year or two of listening adamantly to hip hop (most of which alex showed me) and made this. Some is rough because it was one long cut with lots of little artifacts and fuckups and there's freestyling attaching some verses. Did it for the idea of what I know he'd geek out over if he was still around.

Peace love and SCAB
Q

Untitled (HB002)

Quentin produced this track, and sent this to me October 17th 2014.  Anyone who knows more about it I'd like to hear more.


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