CANVAZ

Written, Performed, Mixed, and Mastered by Jed Lapp (Cozmo Jethro).
Beat by Dredstudio.
Scratching by DJ Real.

Awww Yeaaaa

B Rad, Tam, Penny, MC Moso, and Cozmo Jethro
The Bambusero 5
Sellin Bamboo as we all get live. 

It’s a brand new beat and a brand new rhyme
The bambusero 5 havin a great time.
Something def to your ears so everybody hears
At the Bamboo Garden https://www.bamboogarden.com/
bamboo for years.

When it comes to bamboo we do it till it’s done.
The Bamboo Garden is number 1. Number 1, number 1…

There are more workers with the bambusero 5
One owns the show, one does projects on the side.
Nancy owns the 20 acres
Lloyd the Sugi Planter maker.

Oso runs the bamboo crew in the nursery.
Keepin everything precise like a surgery.
Jose, Pedro, Rev and the men,
Takin' care of the Bamboo as it spreads. 

And Alma, Irma, Theresa and the ladies,
Workin' to keep the bamboo healthy.

Crazy Shoots, February into the spring.
The bamboo grows. This is our thing.
At the bamboo garden. We got the bamboo for you.
Order or come over and we will show you.

(Scratching by DJ Real)

You want bamboo, we got it.
The largest collection in the US.
Over 350 varieties,
Ha Ha, oh yesssss.
From the West coast to the east.
We’re shippin bamboo like a bamboo beast. 
Or come visit us in North Plains, Oregon.
Pick out the best for you and yours.

It’s beautiful at the Bamboo Garden.
The timber bamboo blowing in the wind.
Our bamboo cats, Tillie and Luna.
Greet your feet as you step step in.

Crazy Shoots, February into the spring.
The bamboo grows. This is our thing.
At the bamboo garden. We got the bamboo for you.
Order or come over and we will show you.

(Scratching by DJ Real)

Carrying on the legacy of our founder.
Ned Jaquith, bamboo all arounder.
Ned started Bamboo Garden back in the day.
Since the 1980s, we’ve come a long way.

So from the Bambusero 5 and the crew,
You want bamboo, you know we’ll come through.
This is Cozmo Jethro signing out,
Rappin bout bamboo that what we’re all about.

Crazy Shoots (cuts. DJ Real) (beat. Dredstudio)

Rappers in order of appearence:
et al.
DJ Real
Cozmo Jethro 
Percussion, Doom Patrol
Keyboard, Cozmo Jethro

(et al.)

stoner rock doom metal
welcome to the party
we got a playlist queue just started
did you bring your bass guitar
coz we have only drums
and we need strum strums
we need strum strums
for the dumb dumbs
tryna get some some
they become one
better run run
fore the hum hum hum
turns to hmm hmm hmm
and the tune gets reviewed
by a few elitist cartoon readers
future leaders
industries captains
i hope they crash the ship
i hope they crash the ship
and it turns to shit
and it turns to shit
i hope they crash the ship
and it turns to shit
and the world don't work the way did
i hope the world don't work the way did
and i hope DJ Real does the next bit
i hope DJ Real does the next bit

(DJ Real)

This right here, my statutory declaration.
DJ Real presents state of the nation.

I told you, Be careful what you wish for.
et al. asked , I deliver, like dash door,
Or door dash as it's called down under, 
let me deliver the insight that you wonder.

The world is worse than what you been told.
The ships already crashed but the news is gold.
This is as shit as it gets. This is as shit as it gets.
Now that you know that its shit, It can only get better yes.

(Cozmo Jethro)

et al., you want strum strums?
I’ll give ya dum dums.
Just a little of the one.

And DJ Real, the world’s unreal.
What the fuck is happening here?
Our world is dyin, I aint lyin,
So we keep flowin, writin, and rhymin,

In my country politics suck.
Scared of the next election, fuck.
Half of the country loves Trump.
Trump sucks like a fuck dumb truck.
If Trump gets elected again, the world is fucked.
91 felony charges on Trump.

Trump is a threat, yes.
But it aint over yet.
The ship aint completely crashed.
Do we have time to reset?

I think we do, boom!
And I think we will, whooo!
And when that time comes.
We’ll all rejoice some.

So et al. and DJ Real
And me feelin the real deal.
So everyone feels appeal.
And the world can heal heal heal heal…

Shit As It Gets (feat.  DJ Real & et al.)

Rappers in order of appearance:
DJ Real
Cozmo Jethro (Jed Lapp)
Paste (James Ashburn III)
Beat and scratching by DJ Real.
Mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.

(DJ Real) 

This is for the rappers in retirement
Get up off your assess and come on represent
Show them how it's done, the eighties nineties have thought you well
Let's blow up hip hop
bring back your emcee selves
Forget your 50s something life, locate your glasses for your sight
Let's get together for the life that made you who you are that right
You are the ones that took the mic, you are the ones that rocked the night
You wrapped the cord around your hand and held it tight that’s right
You wrote the rhymes, delivered on time with nothing more than DJ finds
You managed to climb on stage smile and freestyle whatever came to mind
The vibes were dope, the crowd was pumped, the dj scratched the speakers pumped
And it was the place, shaken by with bass That shook in the stage, DJ displaced
Coins on stylus arms to stop the 1200 technics skips
And stage surrounds taped down the cords of fallback and pyro-technics
Just for the extra effects of your hair on fire
And now that DJ real has placed the challenge here for you
All you got to do is be courageous too
and step up to the mic and be the emcee that you were now I want to hear the raps from you.

(Cozmo Jethro) Jed Lapp

DJ Real, Rockin the Rhymes
Creatin the beat, right on time.
Retired emcees, busy bees on a rhyming spree.
Straight outta the 80s, right into the 90s.
Into the 2000s, I accept the challenge.
An old school jewel, yea we all rule.

I was born in the Bronx.
Grew up in Little Rock.
Back in the 80s.
Learnin to hip hop.

Moon walk, pop and lock
On a rooftop or a table top.
Was it pop? Naw. Underground hip hop.

I loved hip hop all day hey.
Since a baby in the 70s.
Messin with it, feelin it
As a wee little me.

Me and my buddies.
Rockin out to Whodini, Run DMC and Biz Markie.
As we got into the 90s, Tupac and Biggie, ya see.

In the early 90s.
Me and the Dodomyte Posse.
In highschool we be what we wanna be.
In the hip hop clubs we blew it up, yup.

Now modern hip hop.
Some of it I can feel.
And much of it is still the real deal.

But the old school rap still hold the appeal.
Gotta give a shout out to my homie DJ Real.
And next on the mic a conscience Dodomyte.
My boy Paste, give em a little taste.

(Paste) James Ashburn III

Noi na na noi na noi na noi noi.
Now I’m no average suburban whitey.
From a little known place.
Yup yup. That’s a wee bit mighty.

Piggidy Piggidy Piggidy, the Pacific Northwest.
Writin lyrics, no college rule.
And spittin some bars with my Cozmo Jethro.
Look Good!

I’m crazy, allow me to amaze thee.
Yo! (yo) 
Rappin to the beat as your gramps did.
Humina humina humina humina, Oohhhh!

Zip it happy meal. (aw.)
Now you two mumble mouths. (what?)
Rappin about bein retired.
I’m gonna say it like Doc D I Deed.
I’m in my prime.

Old School Jewel (feat. DJ Real & Paste) (beat. DJ Real)

Written and performed: Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro
Beat: Nasty Tha Mc
Fx and samples: Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro
Mix and Master: Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro

Kickz (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Written and Performed: Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro
Beat: Nasty Tha Mc
Fx and Samples: Nasty Tha Mc 
Mixed and Mastered: Nasty Tha Mc and Cozmo Jethro

Lyrics:

(Nasty Tha Mc)

Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. (Aww Yea)
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. (Let’s hoop it up)
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.

Cross over on a bozo, AI (watch me, watch me)
In the game, oh yea what I be, EA (EA baby.)
Fly kicks on my feet.
What I’m rockin’ yea ya see. (smokin’)

Laced oh yea, all the way up,
Tie it tight, hu, that’s right (that’s right)
So I put the boogie in ya slide.
To the beat, get electric that’s it (woo)

Watch me oh my, do my move, oh yea watch me. (watch me)
Now I’m getting down.  Check it out now. (now)
Cross over on you, that’s it (that’s it)
With some skills that be made. (woo)

Magnificent and awesome. 
Yi, drainin’ 3s like Curry. (Splash)
I’m makin’ a splash up in here. (You know)
I told you what I be up in here. (Listen)

Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.

Aight now, you all laced up?  (Aw yea)
You all laced up? (Let’s do it)
Let it go.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Uh oh, here I go (uh huh)
Rockin’ them kicks again Cozmo. (Ok)
And Nasty shootin’ them hoops. 
On the court listenin’ to Too $hort. (Too $hort)

As I lace em up, feelin’ alright.
Droppin’ 3s like KD all night. (Swish)
Then I’m slashin’ to the basket.
Jam it through the hoop, bloop. (what?)

Naw, I wish. Try to dunk the ball.
Ahh Ankle twist. (damn son.)
Now I’m writhing on the ground in pain.
Awww shit. (You aight? You aight?)

Nasty comes over, scoops me up.
He’s like, 

(Nasty The Mc)

Everything gonna be ok, what. Uh.

Let me take over. O my.
I got this last minute. 
With my fly kicks on. 
Drainin’ a 3, over here ma. 

Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this. 
Rocking some fly kicks,
Doin what it do, getting down to this.

(Cozmo Jethro)

Now I’m sittin’ at my house.
My ankle hurts and I’m like where’s my kicks?
Did I leave my shoe at the court?
Shit, I’m one shoe short.  (Aw mayne)

Today I shouldn’t have played ball.
Lost my shoe and took a fall.
Next time I play ball.
Not gonna dunk, yo, and that’s all (that’s all that’s all…)

A Hoop Story (feat. Nasty Tha Mc)

Written, performed, mixed and mastered: Cozmo Jethro
Chorus vocals: Jenny
Cuts by DJ Real
Roy Ralston voice: Korey Reed

Album art picture taken at Barton Colisseum in Little Rock, Arkansas, USA in 1984. My dad, Forbes Lapp, seated in the foreground on the left. Ronnie Kestenbaum, standing to his right.

Lyrics:

This summer I took my 86 year old dad across the country to meet up with folks I hadn’t seen since 1984 when I was 8 years old.

A little background on this story.
About my Dad and his buddy Ronnie.
A couple ball players from the Bronx.
Back in the 50s they would light it up.

In the 70s they coached together
at Stevenson HS in the South Bronx.
Which was ground zero
for the birth of hip hop.

Together they won back to back
NYC HS basketball championships.
Refining their skills and teachin the kids.
Setting their sights on the next level they did.

They moved together to D1 college
at University of Arkansas at Little Rock.
Won 2 conference championships during their stay
Than in '84, they went their own way.

Traveling back to the past.
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

So this summer it was
Ronnie’s 80th Birthday party.
He was holding a bash in Florida
All the way on the other side of the country.

I was like Dad, yo we gotta go.
You gotta go see your old buddies.
So we packed our stuff and
hopped a couple of planes right across the country.

As we walked into Ronnie’s house.
With his family and friends
it was like being in NYC again.

Everybody’s loud, talking at the same time.
With their NYC accents.
Then Russel, Ronnie’s son walks in,
He’s deaf, and his talk is so distinctive.
Instantly transformed back to '84.
When me and Russel used to play together.

The next night at the bash.
I sat with my Dad and Kevin Brown.
One of my Dad’s players from Bronx.
He also DJed during the birth of Hip Hop.

It was enlightening talking with Kevin Brown
who was involved in that scene.
Involved in hip hop,
since it's infancy.

Another old D1 player who attended, Roy Ralston.
A rowdy, big, loud country boy, fit in well with the New Yorkers.
He picked me up almost over his head, shaking me and shouting,
“Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you're a kid."

Traveling back to the past
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

I remember all these people
As larger than life figures when I was a kid.
Seein them this summer, bein on their level.
That was something really special.

It was like traveling back to my past.
At long last it was actually a blast.

Meeting My Past (feat. Jenny) (cuts. DJ Real)

Written, Performed, Mixed, and Mastered by Jed Lapp.
Featuring Lydia Matamoros-Lapp.
Beat by Dredstudio, manipulated by Jed Lapp.
Scratching by Jed Lapp.

Lyrics:

Been 35 years at the HTC
Since moving to Portland with my family.
The Hemophilia Treatment Center
What it was called as long as I can remember.

Now to make it all inclusive
For all of us w rare bleeding disorders
At OHSU a huge supporter
Now called the hemostatis and thrombosis center.

I’m dealing with another bleed,
Gotta call my homies at the HTC
I get on the horn with Greg and Nancy,
They’re like, “come  on down”  lets see what we can see.

I arrive at the hospital, kinda paradoxical.
I can see old friends at OHSU hospital.
Yea, I’m in pain and I’m bleedin again.
But with Greg and Nancy a PT party.

Now with Greg and Nancy, andy and the trainees,
Ultrasound, xrays, and physical therapy.
They always  deliver exactly what we need.
They exceed to get us back on our feet.

Me and Lydia taken care of by the best.
When we have a bleed they always ace the test.
In the Northwest hard pressed to suggest
Anyone else that could equally impress.

Been 35 years at the HTC
Since moving to Portland with my family.
The Hemophilia Treatment Center
What it was called as long as I can remember.

Now to make it all inclusive
For all of us w rare bleeding disorders
At OHSU a huge supporter
Now called the hemostatis and thrombosis center.

A hemophilia bleed can be scary and vile.
like being ostracised or left out in the wild.
an internal bleed, stinks like a cigarette.
sweat, dead pet, a fart under a blanket.

but, like the fresh air of a blooming daisy,
it's like that at,
the h h h h h t t t t t t t c c.

Now back in the day, it used to be Dave,
The OG of the PTs, Hooray!
He got me through so many bleeds and on my way.
Goin to see him was like a holiday.

He did everything so I could play basketball.
Above all he tried to overhaul
My protective equipment so I could stay on the ball.
All in all the protocol, didn’t stop the fall.

He was always there to help in any way.
With physical therapy and brightening my day.
Just like Greg and Nancy in modern day.
I give em all props in my wordplay.

So as I wrap up this rhyme.
Wanna give a prime time chime.
To the HTC, they’ve been there big time.
Cuase of them me and Lydia are fine.
The HTC aging like a fine wine.

The HTC (feat. Lydia) (beat. Dredstudio)

Top album art picture of (from left to right): Brookes/Wookie, Kevin/Too Tall, Jed/Cozmo Jethro, Justin/Gunther. 

Bottom album art pictures taken of FRUSA members before the Redmond HS Prom: 

Picture on the bottom left (from left to right) of Anne/Belle, Sarah/Bear, Kristin/Tenderheart.

Picture on the bottom right (from left to right) of Justin/Gunther, Brookes/Wookie, Jed/Cozmo Jethro.

FRUSA member not pictured: Matt/T-Rex.

Written, Performed, Mixed, and Mastered by Cozmo Jethro.

Lyrics:
Freestyle Rexing USA, That was a our jamskating club name back in the day.

Freestyle Rexing USA
From Seattle to Portland
All day every day.

Back in the 90s. Jamskatin.
We’d slay in every way.

Hit the rinks 
up and down the west coast.
Winning rexing contests
More than most.

Here’s to our glory days.
Give us the praise.
We were the shit,
Back in the day.

FRUSA, Freestyle Rexing USA
FRUSA, Freestyle Rexing USA
FRUSA, Freestyle Rexing USA
Free Fr Free Fr Free Free Freee Freestyle Rexing USA. 

A bunch a tall guys 
over 6 foot 2.
Hot girls of FRUSA
We were the crew.

Jamskatin, breakskatin,
Rexin, and hexin.
Whatever you wanna call it.
It’s dancing while skatin. 

My 89 civic
And Wookie’s dope ride
Caravan to the rink,
Before it was world wide.
It was underground, electrified.

We all paired up
2 by 2,
The couples of FRUSA
Doin the do.

Wookie n Belle,
The darkskinned cuties.
When they’d rex together,
A thing of beauty.

Buxom blondes
Tenderheart and Bear,
Paired up with me and Gunther
Aww yeaaaa.

Add T-Rex and Too Tall.
To round us out.
No doubt when we traveled,
We had the clout.

FRUSA, Freestyle Rexing USA
FRUSA, Freestyle Rexing USA
FRUSA, Freestyle Rexing USA
Free Fr Free Fr Free Free Freee Freestyle Rexing USA.

Remember the day, we all traveled to Portland.
All stayed in one hotel room, dope man.
Bear snuggled up to Gunther that night.
25 years later, still married, that’s tight.

Defunct rinks that we skated at.
TLC and skate king were phat.
Loud with funk and hip hop.
Tacoma, Seattle, rex till we drop.

At the Redmond high school prom.
FRUSA rocked it and dropped a bomb.
We all danced the night away.
Wished it could always be that way.

Again we all piled into one hotel room.
The afterparty, biggidy boom.
Badabing, everything
Was on the upswing.

Rexing was our bond.
These were my friends,
Seemed like it could never end.
Rexing it did transcend.

Freestyle Rexing USA
A bunch of friends from back in the day.
We skated hard,  it was our way.
Now we're older and on our way.

Free fa free fa free free free free rex rex rex rex USA.

Freestyle Rexing USA

SAVAGE BLXST FT ZyerDaGreat

Picture taken by my daughter Lydia Matamoros-Lapp, of Jed Lapp (Cozmo Jethro) August 31, 2024 at my home, Skate Haven Farm, during the ceremony of my 10th wedding anniversary. 

Written and performed by Jed Lapp.
Chorus vocals by my daughter Lydia Matamoros-Lapp.
Produced by Auditory Ecstacy.
Mastered by Phable Omsri https://soundcloud.com/phable-omsri

Lyrics:
Mannnnn, this was the summer that was.
In the Pacific NW, we do what it does.
Summer 24 we spreadin the love.
Family Adventures as we rise above.

A crazy RV trip, wrote a song about this.
A 10 year anniversary of me and Crissy’s mar ridge.
A 30 year reunion of my highschool.
The Dodomyte Posse reliving the old school.

As we all get together cause the old school rules.
Writin this song as an old school jewel.

Now sit back, relax, take a trip with me.
About the summer that was to this old school beat.
Haha me and Lydia flippin the rhymes.
Let’s relive this summer one  more time.

Me and my dad cruisin down the street.
Groovin to the sound with the summer beat.
Windows rolled down, feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin round the town with that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

My highschool class had a 30 year reunion.
Half my Dodomtye Posse showed for the fun.
Me, Rachel and Jim, like an old rerun.
Seein old friends, what have they done?

Every 10 years me and Ethan Hoyt.
Relive an old prank he pulled.
Put porn pictures up in my locker,
As my highschool crush saw them, punk mother fucker.

Seein Quinn Irvine, still livin the player life
At 48 years old, dude was hittin on my wife.
But it’s all good, all the barbies at the party
Puttin on airs, tryin to act like smarties.

Some classmates said hi, didn’t know who they were.
Guess I’ve aged less than many of them, word!

Me and my dad cruisin down the street.
Groovin to the sound with the summer beat.
Windows rolled down, feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin round the town with that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

20 years my wife has been with me.
In August our 10 year wedding anniversary.
Had a bash at Skate Haven Farm.
That’s our home out in the country.

Once again, half the Dodomyte Posse,
Came out to support my wife and me.
Same best man Jim along with Sonny,
Same maid of honor, Jennifer, and Amy.

Reliving our wedding anniversary 10 years ago to the day.
With our family and friends on that hot summer day.
Had the same pastor and the DJ.
Mike Matousek, Nate Heath, Korey the MC.

Did a little dance to a song I created.
Crissy made a speech and we all related.

Me and my dad cruisin down the street.
Groovin to the sound with the summer beat.
Windows rolled down, feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin round the town with that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

So 2024 was the summer that was.
Meetin old friends, celebratin milestones.
Celebratin life as we all get older.
Live up every summer until it’s all over.

Me and my dad cruisin down the street.
Groovin to the sound with the summer beat.
Windows rolled down, feel the summer breeze.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

Me and my dad got that beat on repeat.
Ridin round the town with that summer heat.
Feel the vibe, feel the flow, bass so deep.
Life in the rhythm takin it with ease.

The Summer That Was (feat. Lydia) (Prod. Auditory Ecstacy)

ZyerDaGreat you can find my music every where
ill be droppin free music every other day 
hope yall like it leave comments etc.https://music.apple.com/us/artist/zyerdagreat/1512525427

CANVAZ

ZyerDaGreat

Related tracks