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i go by James Frankenstein, or James Frank. for short (with the period, please)...

i'm from Boulder, CO, 22 years old, and i make beats to rap over for fun when i'm not going to soul-sucking school to become a gen-u-ine, professional filmmaker guy.  i also make animations, direct, write, and sometimes act; but it all comes from the same place, which is an unconditional love for hip-hop and music in general.

here's the lyrics to this track:



And so it goes from the first to the last bar 
cutting traps out of tracks like I'm Admiral Ackbar, 
been rocking these sine wave sounds since I was 0 plus 
j-f and oz the best duo since the Cold Crush/ 
i'm folding bills like they're smallpox blankets while i 
bring down the house like a temple from the ancients, 
we're all mortal so my foot's in the portal 
bout to stab these other rappers with the horn of a narwhal/ attention, uh, ladies and germs 
kick this style here to Lumberton, Yellow Man to Laura Dern, i'm spitting music for the earthworms with Kirchner's palate in the palace keep the stage like a palisade/ 
chalice raised here's a toast to the new breed 
we do indeed adhere to the lessons of the Dudeist creed, Judas Priest up on the platter—sorta like a 
hey batter batter when I swing wolf's the mix master/ there's smicks in the rafters perched atop the king-sized bed sleepwalking like Professor Hector, 
heard your album bout that tec on the dresser 
still not impressed son no offense but learn the lesson/ 
that Charizma had to die for, cause murder over 
any type of material goods is an eye sore, 
I'm half man and half cyborg, hope to 
rock the bells for a while till I fade like a light board/ 
...never out of sight till the time's right 
digging in the crust for all the dinosaurs and trilobites, 
i clutch the mic with a monkey's paw gimme three 
wishes and a curse for every verse that i disperse/ 
upon the page like a wise sage, conducting all these 
gamma rays beaming from the birds to the manta rays, 
i'll tag with any can of paint that you give me—it's never pathetic my aesthetics are copacetic/ 
we need a medic up in here quick 
the treble and the kick are so thick that they're acting like an earwig embedded in the mix—heaven is a place on earth terra firma third rock from the burner bruce/ 
banner with a sledgehammer, black flag getting raised smoking headband kush that's by the bush-full, 
i'm in the back because i'm bashful, but never tried to 
shy away from glory that's a whole other story/ 
for another date another time, for now i gotta 
show myself out and start working on another rhyme, parsley sage rosemary when the flow varies, 
...it's a marriage of the soul and the clarity of/ 
strolls through the rarities we mold from the scary beast, i'm 'bout to shut this shit down like i'm Pericles, 
Heracles of this hip-hop scene 
any label not fucking with me is speaking heresy/
 
its not a parody, it's my world premiere... //



James Frankenstein's World Premiere

Self deprecating emcee and agoraphobic misanthrope. word reader, sentence writer, musician, rug cutter, avid sleeper, and frequent snacker. 

Oedipus

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