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THAT RACKET

by Kapeesh & The Beatfarmer

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1.
Knockin on the sky, rearranging the clouds, just enough to huff and write names in the residue/ They all mean something, even those I deny/ bold italic underlined/ white swirls through my baby blue/ Got love for many but miss few/ while I cover my ears as to not hear of my issues/ I'm not here, I've been clocked out since 02'/ 16 is when got lost in my first 16/ And I remember every word like they were vows to my future self/ music heals the deep wounds when sutures don't help/ If I got an extra man for every witch I've had to melt/Ii'd skin the day, keep the pelt and safety pinned it to my collar/ Superman-ist of mantis men/ demons marchin in tens/ I eat the first and hawk the skeleton/ domino effect the rest of them/ Excellence strived/ The list of things for which I'd die is so wet and illedgible, all I can make out is my pride/ I'm not in the music business I'm in the business of minding mine/ and business is a boomin the moves I'm making are workin fine/ And everytime I get down it's like you're watchin the planets collide, this is my, milky way rain dance/ Dance, like no ones watchin, and even if they is/ I could give a flying missionary posish'/ I've found my niche/ so when I'm in the pit/ fuckin up yo shit/ blame the farmer it's his beat that got blood drippin from yo lip/ And I'm on it, on it, on it, come find me in CA/ cookin up dope flows to drum n' bass/ in an attempt to melt your face/ It ain't nothin new/ it's something we do/ and we do it proper/ grime it up and add the wobble just to drown out all the talkers/ For sport, I scale buildings while I swat at helicopters/ with a white bitch on my shoulder, count the floors until I drop her/ I'm kind of a big deal/ it goes; music, family, me, then gettin pussy, so you're kind of the 5th wheel/ Nah Nah, Nah Nah/ guess who isn't listening/ fingers in my ears is usually what that means/ Gooooo Awaaaaaay/ I don't like the sound of your faaaaace/ Nah Nah, Nah Nah/ guess who isn't listening/ fingers in my ears is usually what that means/ Gooooo Awaaaaaay/ I don't like the sound of your faaaaace/
2.
It's melting. My face isn't melting... why the fuck isn't anyone helping? No way! your kicks are glowing too/ maybe Nike puts tiny little angels in each shoe/ I bet you i can fly. Gimmie your hat and some foil so I can hide my thoughts from the government/ HAHA! You have no idea what your up against/ Hey Mr. Robot, why you chillin on my block?/ This town ain't big enough for the both of us/ What do your hands look like inside boxing gloves?/ Ewoks, are just Arabian smurfs covered in Dirt, McGirt was the rawest rapper to put his feet on the Earth/ Can you eat a twinkie with chopsticks, then we can't be friends/ If you put your arm in there will your rims still spin?/ Roger rabbit on top of that cabbage patch 'til you beat Slick Rick in a staring contest, IMAGINE THAT/ Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, they'll make you big and strong/ Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, it'll make your grandma proud/ Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, then you can rap like me/ Tripping balls 'til the sun comes up... Fantastic cuatro/ adios muchacho/ Pocketful of monopoly guapo/ head bangin Palestinian rock show/ When Pac comes back from outerspace, he better have a case of Surge wit em/ Atoms I split em with rhythm/ induce venom and sick her/ like she stole my gonorrhea/ I hate R&B/ So can the fat lady beatbox or play jazz flute/ Somebody keeps confusing their dining set with my parachute/ Testing, testing, stupidity is stretching and etching itself into that fuckin sticker on your hat/ You once were blind but now you can see, did you at least leave a patch for that dudes eye you jacked?/ I like big girls that smell like licorice sticks, covered in pancake batter/ mind over matter/ If that was real ice wouldn't your teeth chatter?/ A talented and honest rappin kat, IMAGINE THAT/ Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, they'll make you big and strong/ Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, it'll make your grandma proud/ Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, then you can rap like me/ Tripping balls 'til the sun comes up... Last night, when I invited Jesus over/ That asshole forgot the batteries to Wii controller/ How ironic of a weak controller/ But he had pocketfuls of chronic seepin over/ so I forgave him/ Lost my marbles, and tried to save em/ and then pogs hit/ and I been slammin suckers ever since/ Funkier than the Fresh Prince/ rounded to the next tenth/ The pursuit of acceptance is never on my checklist/ I brush my teeth during breakfast/ Who doesn't love winterbreeze english McMuffins, I must be on something/ I mean onto something/ It seems I'm not bluffing/ I promise you piggy it's nothing/ Mr. Rogers tattoos times the square root of shaq-fu/ equals an ugly sweater attacking you/ 2012 and Obama isn't dead, IMAGINE THAT/ Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, they'll make you big and strong/ Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, it'll make your grandma proud/ Eat mushrooms, they're good for you, then you can rap like me/ Tripping balls 'til the sun comes up...
3.
Drool 02:56
you are now turned into your imminent doom/ screwed soon as you exited the womb/ rooms with scrooges burnt coffee and wilted tulips/ emitting their disapproval for music of this magnitude/ i'm ravaging these ravishing rick rudes/ staggering the masses, blastin cannons of fish food/ overwhelming your synapses, dub slappin and big booms/ party's crackin, don't be absent, revolution is in bloom/ the roof was never on fire, cause it never existed/ 80's misfits found a wormhole to this bitch/ generation-y-not invent and fuck the world hard 'til it indents/ i've got a bent dick/ so i'm always fuckin somethin on the side/ you a frankenstein/ better watch your bride/ kamikaze rhymes, killin everything I find/ you're damn right, for the right price I'll televise my suicide/ it doesn't have to make sense/ it just has to sound cool/ you work so hard on your spit/ i wake up, piss, and then drool/ spit implies effort this is drool... gimme gimme gimme gimmie gimmie that lighter/ eenie meenie miney bow and arrow shooting ligers/ petey petey pabolito propeller head poppin egos with properly sharpened ninja star shaped pringles/ illegal tacos and flocks of seagulls/ straight jacket for my libido/ finger over your peep hole/ surpriiiiise, how neato/ it's only me though, i'm so evil/ but you like my ooh la la/ shark bait ooh ha ha/ you are not a superstar/ art this, art that, art fag, art rap, art thou just a little label happy, fuck!?/ f and n bombs, the-the shit i get on/ got you throwin hands with the last son of krypton/ crush, build, destroy/ rest it's all noise/ bugs, motors, and sluts, boys will be boys/ threatened by the poise and purpose/ you're porpoise for purchase with poisonous burps your flows nervous, twirp/ wyatt earp wit mad purp/ i stopped pickin flowers for skirts cause thorns hurt/ i've devoured about dozen of em in my heyday/ mayday/ they turn turret and go crazy/ blastin star sperm from the sky it's no wonder why/ fastballs make doves cry/ swooped in on the sly/ and played the wall like hi/... the name's parasite/ it doesn't have to make sense/ it just has to sound cool/ you work so hard on your spit/ i wake up, piss, and then drool/ spit implies effort this is drool...
4.
She keeps on passing me by/ cause she thinks she's so fly/ Ultra sly tactics can't dash the practiced/ I've met my match in crafty packaging/ She can't catch feelings. If she does it's barehanded/ and hoses foes/ nobody's ever stolen home/ Gravity has a hell of a time keeping down/ the sharpest knife in the box of crayons/ (Whistle) She hates the sound/ but responds every time/ like one of Pavlov's pups/ When she blows a kiss the other hand goes auto-clinch/ just in case you doubt her tough/ She takes her drink straight cause she ain't sweet/ after stirring it with the stem of the roses she eats/ The show don't start 'til her bangs are peeled back/ thousand yard swag lookin right past you kats/ Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/ Trust no man, to each her own/ But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/ Drown your front, and taste your soul/ Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/ Trust no man, to each her own/ But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/ Drown your front, and taste your soul/ Her boots are made for walkin but she refuses/ Self-respect is up for auction when she chooses/ Don't see ladies like her often and she knows that/ Against her best efforts arrogance levels be oozing/ Frostbitten at the core/ got dudes smitten after spittin to em raw/ Think she's on the level but the level is floor/ where she like to get it in/ she's not into gentle men/ You make the rules that she bends into oblivion/ The exception to sin/ Accept no less than perfection/ When allurement is used as a weapon/ Got them gifts that only her mama could give/ Her reflection is her nemesis and her best friend/ Crazy cliche, like the tattoo's she won't show/ Damned if you do, damned if you don't though/ Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/ Trust no man, to each her own/ But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/ Drown your front, and taste your soul/ Passwords, knocks, and secret codes/ Trust no man, to each her own/ But how many licks 'til I crush your mold/ Drown your front, and taste your soul/ She goes hard all night, cause true control/ gets misconstrued in cruise control/ You're just a fish, in shark waters so don't bother/ playing captain save a martyr/ She goes hard all night cause true control, gets misconstrued in cruise control/ You're just a fish, in shark waters so don't bother/ playing captain save a martyr/
5.
It goes... Hopeless romantic/ scars prove tragic/ Magic isn't real but neither is what you believe/ Children of the static/ at home in the havoc/ The only thing thats absolute is things are what they seem/ Fuck illmatic!!!/ I'm an orange flower in the attic against all odds dying to be/ This ain't my first rodeo, face paint matches the boots/ that style son, who's clowin who?/ No, stranger to danger, rap bangers, or wire hangers/ liars, cheaters, offenders, repeat offenders, and gangsters/ Simply a mask for the anger/ ver-verbal stab at the savior/ I need attention/ please listen and sweeten your criticisms/ It's like shit I'm right here/ I'm human, I hate the whole truth so help me God/ The last time I said "help me God," he probably did but I'm dense and didn't know what was going on/ The road to fame isn't long/ it's just covered in junk thats bound to ruin my shoes/ And I'm known for pushing my luck, and feel myself with the blues/ so when my feet get cut, at least the songs will be, cool/ Cause walking on eggshells just isn't me/ so I tell people to kiss my ass quite frequently/ I dont need a girl, just a psycho who cuts evenly/ have a piece of me, just know im OCD with symmetry/ This is my mic/ There is many like it but this one's mine/ My mic is my best friend. My Life. I must master it as I must master my life/ Without me my mic is useless. Without my mic I am useless. Without a mic I am useless/ So I'ma do this/ cause I have nothing else to offer the world... It's been a long time/ And I shouldn't have left you/ without a thick splintering noose to put your neck through/ I pity the fool and the goonies you call squadron/ I'll whistle and fist missiles will hit you for just talkin/ Fuck a piece offering/ We don't negotiate with wack rappers/ hipsters and snap-backers/ shroom doin' mad-hatter/ Pyro's, on a mission to Imaginationland in a zeppelin/ because the worlds so bland/ I'm a Dark Sith champion of sky walkin/ the rooms shift shape when I walk in/ oh maaaaan/ You faggots just don't understand/ I exude devastation like radiated Japan/ I assume responsibility for ever word I'm sayin/ so what I'm sayin is I'm not changin/ So far beyond the basics/ my verses stay laced with an ancient cadence that'll slap your mouth and shatter your face in seis places/ I'm so impatient/ I'll purposely OD at 27, title my post-mortem album the greatest/ I'm not intrigued by your celebrity A-list/ just a Del The Funky Homosapien playlist/ to get me through my day/ Bird's eye view catch all this/ Sticks, stones, stars, and spliff's/ I'm so sick/ at conception I was ready for the world, shadow boxing in the womb like let me outta this bitch/ This is my mic/ There is many like it but this one's mine/ My mic is my best friend. My Life. I must master it as I must master my life/ Without me my mic is useless. Without my mic I am useless. Without a mic I am useless/ So I'ma do this/ cause I have nothing else to offer the world...

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The Beatfarmer makes beats and I make raps. Together, we made this. We think it's awesome. Hope you feel the same. Download and turn this shit up!!!

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released February 3, 2012

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