Week 3 of a mandatory 4 week self-isolation.....all things have become  hollow, suddenly. No solace can be found in food nor in shellac-ing the glacknoid , and on day 5 of a bender, you really don't want to get much more drunk than you have been for last 3 days straight for fear of the tendrils of sleep unfurling like shock-and-awe fiddleheads equipped (as mother nature saw fit) with degenerate-seeking technology and taking you under, and you still have MILES to go; you've committed. So roll a spliff, double-down on gel tabs, (them Grogu's got that HIGH midi-clorian count), microwave a plate and take the dingus for a stroll in the first rays of the new rising sun; it's totally not weird, your just a dude walking his dog, perfectly normal, nothing strange about this at all.....no one knows....just a duuuuuude and his dog.......

....and when you get back, tune your goddamn instruments first.

Boom-Bap Bass-Slap Guitar Track

One of the most naturally talented, most frustrating and most degenerate dudes I ever known writes the most amazing songs and never forgets to remind you about them by waking you up at 5am playing them on his un-tuned banjo.  Imagine a train hobo, a punk rock kid, and a country bumpkin, mix in the town drunk and a liberal amount of computer-chair commando and wanna-be erff daddy and voila!  Cooter Dinkins.

With slurred, growled and lisping lines, half-drunk caterwauling vocal harmonies, and fuge-like banjo pickin', this boy has everything together but his head. 
A wonderful performer but a shite recording artist, this is the only song we actually got to fully record and realize as it was next to impossible to get a good take from him due to nerves or too much of ol grandad's mash; there was only a window of about an hour......but regardless, ALL of his songs are so amazing to me, concisely conveying the intended emotion and bringing that back every time he plays. Undeniable. Oozing blues by way of gutter-folk-punk-gypsy-newgrass-alt-country-trashcan-americana stylies.

 I miss him, but not dearly....maybe enough to call him and ask how many teeth he has left in his head....

Cody Grinner & The Chicken Dinner Sinners - No Use

War - Chri - Top Of The Morning

A Studio Session 8 - WC - Lympho

WC - Up Walk

Lyrics written and spoke by LyricalLisa

My partna in poetry and an amazing Producer ChampThe Poet cooked me up this amazing beat :) https://soundcloud.com/champthepoet

More Than A Muse - LyricalLisa Produced by ChampThePoet

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Let Me Teach You (bout The Trap)

A Project Me and the Big Homie Tyma Collab'd on.

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06. Even When The Rain Is Gone

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Guess What I'm On

TRIED KILLIN ME... BUT FAILED. SO YOU KNOW HOW ITS GONNA BE STABBED ME IN THE HEAD WITH A SCREW DRIVER.. THEN TRIED SLASHIN MY THROAT WHEN I WAS STOPED IN MY CAR... OK I'LL FIND YOU! YOU CANT HIDE FORVER

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