(Thirtyseven)
I know, it's so obvious we stole all this shit
plagarism posing as post-modernist
I can do the suit and tie or do the do or die
you decide, Judas, I'm used to being crucified
crazy what can brew inside a human mind
but who am I to judge another's man stupid lies?
never learned the truth, but I learned to see
whatever works for you, can learn to work with me
and real talk, I'm sick of real talk...moment of silence
see, the second that you said that shit, I know that you're lying
and that's the real pattern to what's happening here
if real recognized real, you wouldn't have a career
but fake recognize fake, though: sheep suits, plainclothes
secret handshakes, loopholes and grey zones
passwords over payphones, fake bank notes
remote detonate the payload and came straight home
(Thirtyseven)
no days off … no downtime or DEE lays,
blazed out, outlined a three page breakdown...
no days off … no median, no sleeping in
no easy wins...no clowns, no comedians
(Louis Mackey)
waiting by the phone, hoping it doesn’t ring
jazz playin thru the gramophone, someone sings
reflecting back, clouded, stuck, sittin stunned
didn’t really think about what happened till it was done
backed outta the scene, and straight walked away
as sirens screamed and squawked, they saw my face
there was no need to stop me as I calmed my gaze
paused to read my watch and saw it all in flames—
...the blast field dents the earth
nothing better than the feel of a cleansing purge
—the veteran police chief went berserk
when he heard we made the jet engine dead for Zurich
...child of the 90s, before those beliefs had died
that piece of my life tried to eat me alive,
the demon that thrived then is still sleeping inside
keep speaking your mind, he’ll be easy to find
(Thirtyseven)
no days off … no downtime or DEE lays,
blazed out, outlined a three page breakdown...
no days off … no median, no sleeping in
no easy wins...no clowns, no comedians
Thirtyseven's alter ego Humpasaur Jones takes a sharp detour from his usual hippie sex rap antics to examine the dark side of relationships, with beats by Dr. Quandary & Louis Mackey. No Humans Allowed
Thirtyseven and Godforbid (That Handsome Devil) going distinctly apeshit over heavy, dusty instrumentals by Louis Mackey & Dr. Quandary. No Humans Allowed
supported by 31 fans who also own “Child Of The 90s”
From this stellar collab with Dr. Quandary, to Wombaticus Rex, to Thirtyseven, to No Humans Allowed, to Humpasaur Jones, to Fear of Death and the Need for Reproduction (FDR), I feel like I'm describing ODB to people when deep in discussion on gifted emcees in the underground community. I especially hope to listen to some new material in 2020. 𝕍 𝕚 𝕣 𝕘 𝕠 ♕ 𝕍 𝕒 𝕟 𝕕 𝕒 𝕝