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Buck 65
LP: Music for the advancement of hip hop
Song: untitled
| I wander the fields and listen for the sound of drums The colder the ground becomes The closer I get to home The planets not fit to roam What with all the chaos But when I saw the savages I played the law of averages And when the river splits in half I start to lose my whits and laugh And cry at the same time There's nothin I can do about it Even though I wouldn't doubt it If the winds began to blow And carry the sounds of my voice to the land below So I put my hands around my mouth and holler to the sunken city That wallows in the filth of its own drunken pity And wait to see a signal but the signals never seen Eventually fatigue builds inside me exponentially So I sleep, and dream that I am able to fly They won't expect a man with wings Later I awake in agony and learned That while I was sleeping the city had burned Shrugging my shoulders I pause and gather thought Think twice about staying put and then decide I'd rather not Press on in my agnostic pilgrimmage Knowing that I can swim deeper than the grim reaper Ready for whatever sea creatures may abound When the water swallows me and not the other way around Survival song ain't through the mechanical district Starvation leads to being cannibalistic Ive had to rely on cons, silence, and on talking quick Defending myself with nothing but my walking stick Ive never had friends and no parental guidance Im wild at heart and weird on top Im feared non stop Even though my rage is worn out My life's a book with several pages torn out I just climb trees and look for rhythm everywhere I used to be the town crier in a city of stone throwers Until my soul was laid bare and displayed in the pearly square And Lord, more than a lot, not less No one understood my thought process I was gagged and bound over noise complaints But commanding the resolve that destroys constraints I found my escape in a melting of memories, the next thing I know Im rowing this boat And blowing this note on an old tarnished trumpet Ever since then Ive been wandering lots Watching the sky and pondering thoughts Strange angel, music box genie Behind for some time and now Im blind in one eye And how this happened exactly will never be known My thoughts take the shape of the hangmans house Never fails when the time travelling salesmen visit |
BUCK 65
LP: Vertex
Song: The Centaur
| Most people are curious Some wanna get dirt on The Centaur; I'm famous I walk around with no shirt on The easiest way would be for you to lie face down I'm a man But I'm built like a horse from the waist down People are afraid of me but act like they love me Feast your eyes upon my nudity I am Beauty AND the Beast I have plenty to say But nobody listens because my cock is so big And the end of it glistens; so I'm famous for it "Freaky" is what everyone's name is for it Sure, it's larger than yours I'm a CENTAUR for Chrissakes! I like to eat rice cakes and listen to classical music I'm told passion is my specialty But really I'm old-fashioned I'm quite well-built As fas as physiques go So people seem to think that I belong in a freak show They wanna have pictures taken Constantly assumin' that my sex drive is three times that of a normal human Askin' silly questions like I'm their personal mentor All they care about is my big dick because I'm the centaur The porno industry Wants to pay me lots of money to appear in books and movie 'Cause they think I look funny But I'm lookin' for true love Not groupies and freaks More than a huge cock - I have a complicated mind I'm not the favorite kind of companion For the average person Sometimes things start well But eventually worsen when sex becomes a problem Or else they're unimpressed with the attention that you get Bein' a centaur's love interest You don't care about my next life Just my ex-wife and the intimate details of our sex life Most people are curious Some wanna get dirt on The Centaur; I'm famous I walk around with no shirt on The easiest way would be for you to lie face down I'm a man But I'm built like a horse from the waist down |
BUCK 65
LP: Vertex
Song: Sleep Apnea
| [spoken]: In my darkness I speak now upon this object of nature And now upon that And find it impossible to soothe my restless head However much I wish it This perpetual action of mine deprives me almost wholly of sleep (Buck 65): I haven't slept, sleep being the cousin of death And as I lay there awake at night there wasn't a breathe That exited my body that didn't coincide With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside Boy Scouts have had their way with my stomach And a marionette hangs limply from my most important muscle I simply can't imagine living on the moon Hope that I can climb my way back to dreamland pretty soon (Buck 65): Prosthetic throwing arm, isn't it fantastic? I won a one way ticket to hell in a handbasket It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel Like I'd give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel I don't know if I have a prayer or a hope in heaven All I know is that I'm afraid to read my horoscope It makes me wanna holler or at least let out a yell I'd give up my next life if I thought that it would help I don't wanna play no more, I just wanna get to sleep Cuz most likely sleep will let me forget about the other people That haven't been able to make me stop feeling Like demons are hiding the walls and in the ceiling My catcher always told me you can't hit what you can't see Your absence actually aggravates my fancy And my own stubble tickles me and irritates my sensitive skin I'm surprised at how uninventive I've been I'm frozen, but my mind's made up and I've chosen To lock the door behind the next person that goes in Raindrops keep falling on my cheeks And on my trusty little halo over my head, and so it's getting brushy I've been poked by so many fingers That getting poked by fingers don't bother me no mo' I feel like a jelly fish, unselfilized, uncivilized Unspecified, unspecialized Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance |
BUCK 65
LP: Vertex
Song: track #1
| I hide behind this curtain listening to whispers with my fingers crossed, I got 2 little sisters to think about in the event (?) .I'm cold I'm supposed to hear a signal when the coast is clear, but I'm alone in this room and it scares me to start I'm having second thoughts and it tears me appart, holding on to my breath (?) feeling confused yet, still enthousiastic about the sound of music, join me please |
BUCK 65
LP: Vertex
Song: track #3
| I got dibbs on drums and first say on the mic, rule N° 6 for life is stay on the bike, and as soon as you can you get rid of the training wheels, there's no way to explain how good (?) feels, it's better than nothing and it's more fun than pinball, when it's done poorly, it's enough to make your skin crawl. It's like touring on (?) and the only thing worse is when kids pedal drums without paying a few dues first, so don't ask what my drums are cause I either won't tell you, or else I've got a list of phony records to sell you, cause see, no one helped me and as a matter of fact, there's a thrill in the hunt for a (?) of wax. It's called searching for the perfect beat, the honor is prestigeous to those with the knowledge and to cheat is sacrilegeous. I'm talking bootlegs and re-issues, I avoid them like the plague , but don't ask where I look, cause I'll lie or be vague. I'm on the look out for beats, every little second check country and western, even heavy metal records. Leaving no stone uncovered, for every 10 tooken, you may find none with 10 hours spent looking. But that's what makes a good score so rewarding, even if you spend 20 bucks on a rare recording, so don't ask what my drums are cause I either won't tell you, or else I've got a list of phony records to sell you. My beats aren't familiar so you can't put your finger on it. |
BUCK 65
LP: Vertex
Song: track #4
| I used to march around the playground with my friends yeling we hate girls, and now all's well that ends well, and there's so much to be said for fresh starts and second chances, in a worls of scary monsters and high-tech advances. I try to do what I do with love instead of with anger and sometimes I bite my nails cause real life is a cliff hanger. What with only seconds left at the end of the tenth hour, we've got emergency ways to respond to the end of power. The hallow is a light way increasingly durable, but as far as I'm concerned the original is preferable. I'm stubborn that way, I (?) while humanity waits, my model wouldn't fit on a set of energy plates. The watch in my pocket may be indeed old and tarnished, but at least I can raise my hand without a shoulder harness. You know I coul easily replace my lungs with a respirator, my pants with a TV and my staircase with an escalator but, my life revolves around the spherical orbit of earth and it ends forever with the miracle moment of birth. On the first day of spring I start work on the fall edition, and decide for myself who's a thief and who's a politician. It's 2 different things on different pages of the calendar. I (?) the way I react on the age of my challenges. I row my boat gently against the current and I believe a real life and death experience (??)....The older I get, the more life starts to make sense, and the less I care. |
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