lightning stills the ants

Not Backwards At Coming Forwards

Written and record in one night in July 2013

Free download from : https://doprah.bandcamp.com/track/great-esteem

Art Work by Ryan Achten (SOMA)

Great Esteem

Hot White

Messed around with Is Bliss's track Ocean Blue. Check it. 

Find the original here: https://soundcloud.com/club-ac30/is-bliss-ocean-blue

Is Bliss - Ocean Blue (remix)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Dee said go harder
I'm fly I'm so charter
Schooling ya'll boys you can call me Coach Carter
Used to jam Wayne, Lil Flip and Sean Carter
Now I just hear my own shit like i'm sitting on the toilet

I ain't getting comfortable
Hustle hard like Chapo
Fuck a 9 to 5 that's 8 hours of my dough
Yaw queens under pressure
I'm Jason Terry, never sweat
When i look in the mirror, it say this real as it get's

Send my bro some money he got one year till he free
Know he would do it for me
Felt like we was kids last week
Remember you was in the streets getting dough how you can
Bullet hole in your hand
They put one in your fam

Time flies and the world keeps spinning
I can't wait till we all the way up on Remy
And good broccoli
I'm timid but still cocky
Try me I'll go rocky
You fools chicken
Grill me, i'll show you, you teriyaki

I'm like Dennis with my peeps but i'm the chill one
Menace on the beats you can ask Mister Wilson

They say you can tell a lot by a man's shoes
Well if you looking at mine you can tell i'm brand new
Stay fresh that's why the broads coming like i'm Cancan
Never let a bopper tell you what you can and can't do

These guys got no class
Talking down on they ex-chick
I be on to the next chick and the next check

BALLS BIG like your debt bitch
Uh
I'm so lit like the exit
Uh

No Lexus my Jag all black like we at Essence
Austin that's my Vertebrae, prodigy of texas
I smashed 50 girls so I get 21 questions
Rappers stay stealing my style
But i'm flattered by impressions

My flow so sick you need to rub on some Vicks
Sip syrup for the cough* DJ screw in the whip
MJ with the rings
RIP to the king
If you look inside your self you got the key to your dreams

Not a producer turned rapper
I'm a dreamer turned raptor
Looking for my next meal
Hungrier than Fat Bastard

Everybody say i'm the shit, soiled pampers
But i'm humble cause the game is RAW spelled backwards
Full of actors
Hollywood nigga's and backers
Flashing non having hoes fronting
Chasing frauds
Kissing ass for password
To short cuts with gatekeepers
No wonder why my old manager said she hate people
Too many fake people

Fake love like Drake said
Especially when you doing everything they wish they did

Don't get confused use your jewel find your juice
Cause there's a lot of competition
But there only one you
Drop game for the youth

Know the game yea i'm boss
When my pub deal up
I'll be shining on a island like a star on Lost

While I just got home
With the view of the pacific ocean
Living coastal
They got question like Oprah
I guess I'm Iverson (the answer)
Passing test, like they open
Flexing on you haters i'm the black Hulk Hogan
No relation to you haters ya'll got drag queen emotions
I don't come down on my prices you better pay him what you owe hims
Motherfucker it's time..

New vibes, new experiences now
Now a nigga getting paid for appearances now
They appearance ain't matching what their lyrics about
Where all these hot rappers i ain't hearing about
This yaw last chance, ask chance ya'll rhymes belong in the trash, all that gassing never lasting...man fuck it

Gotta Rep The Town 2

Bars for Dee [Prod. J.white DID it]

unbury your burden
hold up your hatchet and make certain
it will be worth the unearthing

when you've tried your hardest
and seen your forest turn to sawdust
keep pining for the harvest

and no darkness
can keep you from my sight
no star
no light 
to shine
it's obvious
i tell you I need no sign
this world is prepared for us
don't you feel it's time?

don't blame me, apollo
for how little light is left to borrow
let our mourning awake the marrow

and tell me, artemis
if tonight isn't right, well, when is?
shall we sell lumber till we perish?

no!
for no harness
can keep you from my side
no star
no light 
to shine
it's obvious
i tell you I need no sign
this world is prepared for us
don't you feel its time?

No Star

Based in Olympia, WA, You Are Plural is the unlikely marriage of wurlitzer and cello which present unending dualities: the trio’s percussive yet melodic style, the intense yet soothing rhythms, Jen Grady's strong yet delicate voice complementing Ephriam Nagler's sonorous yet airy one. Broad sweeping vocal harmonies weave in and out of sparse instrumentation, then suddenly they switch roles: the music swells as the haunting voices fade out. The music is palpable, almost visual and wholly sensory.

Not Backwards At Coming Forwards

You Are Plural

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