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Real recognize me like we from the same mother’s womb
I keeps it a buck, don’t edit flaws out in the cutting room
Stone soup chefs, started out with crates of dungeon food
But we now cultivate and pull the feast out by the onion root
Tangled up in blues, reinvent the color wheel
That dream is dead, we mean to manifest it into something real
Then tag another on the walls like hieroglyphics
To guide us on our way as we sail in the quiet mystic
Well, lookie here, it’s Luda at the seance
With a lucky talismans and a dusty pair of j’s on
Respect the drip, Always suited up in case it’s game on
Fire-spitter, ice in the veins, the same as Aegon
Meditate on that, we deep as crayon packs
Hustle for a place to chill and take the cape off at
I’m young Griffey with a flipped cap and baseball bat
Under pressure, neath the lights racking up some clutch playoff stats
We been hoping for some rain clouds
We been scoping for a way out
We’ve been posting on unsafe ground
Said We ain’t broken but we break down
And We been holding for a great while
And We’ve been scrolling through the fake smiles
But We’ll be glowing til we fade out
Said We ain’t broken but we break down
I lug an empty bucket to the bubbling wellspring
Cutting through the spot where the troubling bells ring
Swaying to the hum like a couple of gelflings
Dispatching soul suckers like I’m fuckin’ Van Hellsing
So crossed at it, rather trade away the dogmatic talk that’s
Broadcasted for a lost channel playing soft static (ugh)
Either balance out the seesaw or cause havoc
I’m with folks who do a bit of both, man that’s boss status
Well, lookie here, it’s Luda in this beeyatch
With some ancient scrolls and a pair of AI Reeboks
Song like a lake loon, feathers like a peacock
Eagle eyes watching the draining we got
Something in the atmosphere feels so lively
Plucking on my heart strings, so please don’t mind me
If I can put my finger on it, it could be the vessel
That puts my back together and helps me reassemble
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(Bloodmoney Perez)
Cryptic how script it
Born dead but too gifted
Fled the afterlife white bronco with two Visions
Bitches at the helm trying to gudie me toward two ditches
Bury your debts regrets and other misses
So here I am misfit
aged fool with new gimmicks.
Don't spend my time on hooks just get to rude spitting
Noone new listens.
No one knew listens
Would effect how youth digging
And kill all the loot getting.
Dying on a hill where.... lyrics still hold weight
Cooked my shit all day, then broke it up and sold 8.
Posted on our corner just to pitch a pack of raw space
God body saw all Faith's
Don't discriminate y'all all safe
Bars is the agenda
Demolish all pretenders
Nothing here can end us
Long as the tapes recount our entrance
Float off into the ether
In a pimped out two seater
Time is a motherfucker no one's safe either
It’s a beautiful view from here seen with the naked eye
The moon and the stars are clear, I’ll stay until I say goodbye
(Claud Six)
I cruise like the mix and master testing session after dark
Second guessing plays along this evanescent path of ours
My avatar’s a stoic look, coat of arms an open book
My vessel is by any means, my castle filled with friendly thieves
I’d spend a g or two on people whom I never even knew
For education, food, and shelter, the ability to choose,
Deals to keep the planet green, treatment for diseases, too
Instead of building war machines to feature on the evening news
Bleeding blue, breathing air, with plans of a dying on a hill
Where kings and lords are powerless, word to Thomas Bombadill
Good fortunes to the fellowship, the oratory specialists
With golden auras soaring toward a solar source of excellence
We stay on it, even if we stray from it
Ain’t nothing wrong with reaching out, we just need to say something
I be about the betterment, the leaping of impediments
Until our temples get reduced into debri and sediment
It’s a beautiful view from here seen with the naked eye
The moon and the stars are clear, I’ll stay until I say goodbye
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3. |
Rather Quite Peculiar
03:21
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It’s a pretty normal day, but I feel rather quite peculiar
Like a glitch within a program on a satellite computer
Force quit. Shut her down. Toss me in the rice bag
Then put me back up on the shelf with a lowered price tag.
I must be malfunctioning, noggin’s gotten fuzzy
Like it’s filling to the brim with this flock of cottonwood seeds
⅓ a century in and this is what it’s come to
Juggling for answers to the questions “what you up to?”
I don’t know, this and that, grinding hard and kicking back,
Same track, different lap, but I been on my Prefontaine
Better all around, standing up, falling down,
Getting old and balling out, I been on my LeBron James
Used to swear that if squinted up into the blue
I could see electrons jump and dip and move
I thought it was a super power when I was a little lad
It turns out I was seeing things because my eyes were really bad
I’m a roll and take it slowly
Don’t know which way I’m going
Outside the sky is smokey
But I don’t mind it mostly
Had a dream that I was 12, I was learning from myself
Older me in front the room like “I dismiss you not the bell”
Younger me is awestruck, older me is worried (worried)
Hoping we don’t grow to hate each other on our journeys (journeys)
34 with a 40’s back, a 60’s swag, and an 18 motor
Calendar moves at flipbooks speed, but it still don’t seem like I’m aging older
(Ugh) See what I’ve done, skipping to different beats of the drum
Keep it a hundred with people I love and strangers I meet on the street where I run (yup)
I give it out when I’m paid in full, race ahead so I can take it slow
Had our reasons for falling out, build bridges over that H20
Oh hey, oh my, bold face, no lie
Don’t chase nothing, go my own way, so fly
At this moment there’s a water drop, flowing like they tend to do
Out into an ocean tide that’s altered by the crescent moon
That shares the same solar system with the storm on Jupiter
All within a galaxy spinning through our universe
It’s like I sense the weight of it, the space of it and all between
Connecting with the ET out there sharing the same thoughts as me
A different tongue with different labels for their wants and needs
But a rose by any other name is just as soft and sweet
Once upon a mourning morn, I swore I wouldn’t
Forget to give my folks their patch of flowers ’fore they push em
If appreciation is an art, I want to paint the Sistine
For every single of y’all that’s been here hanging with me
So whether I’ve got free will that’s shifted out of neutral
Or I’m a tiny cog in a system being useful
I bounce between the highs and lows of bragging rights and bloopers
On pretty normal days where I feel rather quite peculiar
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Washed
03:07
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Late night party I post and doze off
So exhausted, I hustle and don’t stop
I ain’t catch the last wave, okay, it’s no loss
Driftwood, baby, ya boy is so washed
Try as I might I can’t sleep past 6
To-do’s in my head and it’s a deep ass list
Color-coordinated and organized by category
On a spreadsheet that’s updated every morning
I got five collared shirts and one tie
I feel a little drunk after one pint
Cigarettes make me sick, green makes me anxious
And I ain’t got a day to waste on recovery maintenance
Ol’ man Luda, out trimming the trees
I get mad hyped when the kitchen is clean
Said I count my calories and I count my steps
And I kick it at the crib like I’m on house arrest
Yo, I can’t stand lazy, it makes me irate
The music’s too loud, it gives me migraines
And Just last week, I was hollering at a kid
And hit the young dude with a back in MY DAY?!?!?!?
Late night party I post and doze off
So exhausted, I hustle and don’t stop
I ain’t catch the last wave, okay, it’s no loss
Driftwood, baby, ya boy is so washed
Find me cleaning gutters on a dead end street
Or researching every sore throat on Web MD
Gas face for the slaps like “yeah, that’s me”
Never was the hot ticket or the next best thing
Nah, up and coming? More like down and going
But I put my own shit out, I don’t have to bow to noone
I was thinking I’d be signed back in 20-0-9
Playing empty dive bar in the W-I
Now I rock once a year, do a show with friends
Hit the stage by 8, I’m at home by 10
At the gym by 7, at work by 9
Put in 60 hour weeks tryna earn my dimes
Yeah I still hit the court though, the j’s still water
But getting up and down takes a lil bit longer
I bounce a bit lower, breathe a lot harder
But with washed comes wisdom, my teams a lot smarter
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Blip
01:54
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Make the most of that blip on the screen
Some drift out at sea, some skip to the cream
Ran through a whole list of get rich schemes
None of which include a real sick sixteen
I’m a fiend for a reason to celebrate
And feed on the meal til my bellyaches
Long past are the days of the melting face
I was nuclear. I was yellow cake.
I was down in the bog with the sinking swamp
And wouldn’t leave til the hurt and the drink was gone
I been wrong so much that right don’t fit right
Absorbed the recoil of firing misstrikes
Silent midnight, chirpy A.M.
Stretch out get the blood circulating’
Head straight to the top like an earth invasion
With a whole lot of luck and determination
I’m a dynamite stick with wicks burning at both ends
Grip on a trident, stirring a cauldron
Been thinking a lot, need to cool like obsidian rock
And stay away from the noise of the idiot box
Got a digital clock that blinks 8’s
Time is now, money, swing the sling blades
To the things that cling (ay) drink and bring praise
To the caged birds who still sing with wings raised
Kid is adaptive like a water world webbed foot
Swimming in debt, divvy the digital check book
Push til we figure what set to rep, look
I’m 50 percent concrete, 50 percent redwood
(Ugh) Land of the funds and the guns
Where the lives don’t equal the numbers they crunch
I’ll be there with mean mug and dissertation
Presenting the proof of a flipped equation
No such thing as a straight line
I zig zag zig when I makes mine
Hang glide for my peoples, yeah I hang glide
Then I get down to it, I don’t waste time
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Lulu ft R4PC4MP
02:59
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(Claud Six)
That “sweat it out” gene tucked nicely in my double helix
Spotting boogey men within the shadows of the thumbelinas
So I bumble bee it, get the pollen til I pass out
Building sturdy stone hedge columns round my glass house (ay)
Spend an hour staring at the mirror face
Til my eyes water, fuck it, let the tears irrigate
That urgency’s a killer, that urgency’s a rocket ship
Every line is silver, that’s the currency of optimists
(Blake Ambrose)
Of ghosts and demons, this lobby’s a “whose who?”
As far as nightmares go, this one’s a lulu
Out of body, foot to the chain, underwater dude
And my lips acquire a blue hue
Look around, it’s a beautiful start
Feeding grounds for the dutiful sharks
Each moment represents a crucial part
All I gots a hole for the wal, and a deuce for the mart
It goes round and round and round and round
Step on up, come on down
Yeah, we kick it in the minute, dream the eons out
What you got? That’s what we on now
(Claud Six)
Mitigate myself when I’m geeking off the fever pitch
My best foot forward measured by a million meter sticks
Them nagging doubts tend to sabotage a realist
And tells me that despite the wonders I am just a piece of shit
Yeah, Luda looking antsy with a Thumper’s foot
Analyzing data puzzles, solving the misunderstood
Coulda, shoulda, wouldn’t ever ever use that excuse
Tighten up the head screws, check the feel and let loose
(Blake Ambrose)
It’s lock jaw, and being awake but frozen
Not being able to eat, knowing which hole the food goes in
It’s being forever stuck between waking and dozin’
It’s yelling out the prestige before the magician shows it.
Embarrassed in the audience, your naked on stage
Forever at the kids table, when clearly you’ve aged
Feel your lif is normal, who calibrated the gauge?
Benji button, sunburn at night, asleep in the days
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Balderdash
03:01
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Red alert, on my toes like pirouetting ballerinas
Clearing heavy hindrances while moseying the alameda
Catalina cul-de-sac, that’s where I string the balderdash
And sublimate the flashes that would cause a hulk to smash
Sick of breathing wildfires in the August air
Sick of hearing that it’s hopeless and beyond repair
Au contraire, only feels that forlorn because of their
Lack of willingness to do a thing besides offer prayers
Bow my head, Out the bed to polish off a thousand reps
We bout it, bout it, wetting all the wicks of wicked powder kegs
There’s folks I owe a drink and folks I owe a pound of flesh
I spend my daily 24 trying to pay down the debt
Been cleaning messes up since I’ve been making messes
Wait a second, it seems like I find safety in the wreckage
Yes it’s Claud SIx the wonky spazz, former hypochondriac
Current come to termer with weakness in our armor
I’ma dusty albatross cloud 9 aficionado
I don’t sit and wallow, sip and swallow sorrows from them tipping bottles
Switch the motto, skip the macho, fictitious bravado
Dead the silly squabbles, turn attention on to this debacle
I script a novel when I’m plugged into the cloud
That stuff will be around long after I’ve been sunk into the ground
My memorial profile still receiving party invites
Anniversary of my exit, 3 comments, 6 likes
Good night. It’s time we dim the disarray and hit the hay
And quiet fright that ricochets around our itsy lizard brains
I deal with it...best way that I can
I get real with it...adapt and make a plan
It’s feel sick and sober up stairway to a level floor
Where the slights arent driving forces to a settled score
Where the bothers don’t morph into a threat of war
Better warriors with shovels than gardeners with heavy swords
What’s done is done
It is what it is
I can alter what will be
With everything I give
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Canis Latrans
02:13
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High above our heads shines a waning moon worth howling at
As the last granules funnel through the hour glass
Somewhere past the fence, through the woods, out in back
Sits a pride of glowing eyes belonging to a prowling pack
We ruined where you live, there’s nowhere to go and hunt
My neighbor’s taken three of you with his loaded gun
They labeled it necessity, it made my belly sick
Till you broke into the realm and took what I would never give
I feel like I should hate you, like I wish that I could catch you
Like I’d love to tear you limb from limb right after that rescue
Killing what I care for within my guarded boundaries
But I stop myself because I know that you got mouths to feed
Set the traps, you can have as many rats as you can eat
Just remember I’m the hand when you’re chewing through the meat
Compromise, both get what we want
Then go our separate ways in the mist and the fog
I’ll let it go
If you never show
Your face round here again
But if you try
I doubt that I
Could even take revenge
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We emptied out that house and packed the things we didn’t sell
There was mice up in the toaster and ashes in the Zinfandel
We closed our eyes and targeted a map like William Tell
10 years later, we is I, but otherwise I’m living well
It’s been a bumpy, windy ride, most of it is kind of fuzzy
But what I can piece together, reminds me I’ve been lucky
I was put to sleep to face the knife in hopes to carve the sickness out
Then nursed back at the crib by folks I couldn’t live without
But one by one we’ve bid adieu, exited the living room
Hung the banners up and packed away the Sunday dinner food
It hits me good, but I respect the trek of separate metronomes
Some of us our heading out, and some of us are heading home
I’ve got a couple places I can claim...the PNW inside the rain
The muggy middle west with fireflies at play
That’s where my blood is at, amidst the snow and thunder claps
Missing them almost makes me want to leave and double back
I wish the flights were cheaper, I wish the map was smaller
I wish that if we need to shoot the breeze, I didn’t have to call ya
Saw ya last holidays, I’ll catch you the one after next
I know I wouldn’t be shit without my fam and friends
Them bills on the counter ain’t cheap
But I’m a rich man judging by the quality of company I keep
The drain of the day got me weak
But I’m a damn strong man if you judge me by the company I keep
Them bills on the counter ain’t cheap
But I’m a rich man judging by the quality of company I keep
The drain of the day got me weak
But I’m a damn strong man if you judge me by the company I keep
Never wanted to admit that I would leave it all behind
Just a bit of exploration, time to see what I could find
But one foot leads to another step taken
There’s no going backwards so let me just stay in
This moment for a while, the laughter and the smiles
Wish we didn’t learn to measure distances in miles
I get sick of thumbing keypads and vibrating my vocal chords
Though lack of physical presence is strong and making me weak, we can endure
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Farmer Dix
04:14
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They say it’s the adventure, the planning and the effort
That’s the real gold, not the many handfuls of the treasure
I think about that mantra when I’m planting all my peppers
Up in January prepping like there’ll be a famine in September
Mapping out the plot of land, measure the geometry
Designating space for the broccoli and fava beans
Tilling up the freezing earth, mixing hay and chicken shit
Then hit the inner grow lights to start the chards and spinaches
Snow out in the backyard, sprouts up in laundry room
I mist them in the morning, even pep ‘em with a talking to
Like “you’s a tiny spring seed, but someday you’ll be autumn food
Cooking on the barbeque or swimming in the brothy soup”
And when the fertile world melts, I head into the sanctum
Ho in hand, pulling weeds, that stretch across the haven
Swing and chop, rip and yank, covered in the sweat and grime
Spreading like strawberry vines to clear the spot and catch the shine
Yeah, you gotta get your knees muddy
And you can’t keep your hands clean
If you gonna have them greens coming
If you gonna do the damn thing
I Said I was in a hard place
I was buried neath a dirt pile
But I found the light in dark days
Pushed up through the ground bearing fruit
The wait is worthwhile
A farmer’s job is never done, no seconds to be negligent
I turn my head and then I’m overwhelmed with pests and pestilence
But when it happens, take a breath, take a moment, take a day
Then work until the body feels them satisfying aches and pains
Knowing that the product and the fruits of all the labors
Won’t be fully realized until a season later
When I can, I run the act across our half an acre
Digging up and digging down until I strike the paydirt
Now there’s lettuce for the salad, so much green, oh my God
Look at that, a bowl of sugar snap peas in a pod
Got some garlic on a tarp, drying deep in the garage
I ring the “come and get it” bell, we be feeding the squad
Me and wifey in the kitchen, we be canning jalapenos
Making pasta sauce and relish we can share with all our peoples
And to pull out of the cupboard when we’re hiding from the winter wind
Sitting round a dinner table, waiting to begin again
If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s some things just wanna grow
We got voluntary sunflowers hanging in the onion rows
Tomatoes in the compost, leeks in the wood chips
A corner overrun by creeping blackberry bushes
Give it time and water, some nutrients, and space and air
With people, add some love and offer up a plate to share
To you and yours, from me and mine, at your service Farmer Dix
I put my muscles, spirit, stomach, mind and blood and heart in this
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Started off shin high, now we're waist deep, might end up over my head
Along for this ride, wherever it takes me, I'd still do it again
Skip the tolls and hit the shunpike, then turn onto the back road
The Firs touch the sunlight and spread goliath shadows
Attachments coming untied, loosened from fiascos
Identifying fungi in the meadow of the black wolf
Weary of a bigger beast than me showing face and tooth
But you ain’t even sweating it, stay on that intrepid tip
We shake and move plodding through the reeds with our sloshing feet
Center of the universe, my model is like Ptolemy’s
We’ll stop after the next turn, maybe the turn after that
Travel cross the land through assorted habitats
The shores of Maine, Alaskan wild, mountain region caves
Someday I’ll get my shit in line so we can leave the states
I dip my toes in frigid water, add the name into my notes
Providing little detours for all the places that we go
Mississippi, Salt Lakes, I wanna get the seven seas
And every ocean in this world, feel the waves against my feet
We find a refuge and walk along the wetland marsh
You recognize the birds by their songs and special marks
I’ve always been amazed at the tiny things you notice
A bit of beauty in a spot where I would never focus
Sometimes you understandably get angry at the humans
For all the careless ways we tend to leave the world in ruins
You said you wished the planet was more like Yellowstone
Where any disrespect reduces folks until their skull and bones
Homeward bound, Turn around, we’ve lost the path ahead
Call it off, just for now, we’ll be back again
To shift between the wonders of the micro and the macro
Standing in the meadow of the black wolf
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Claud Six Portland, Oregon
Average Rapper/ Mediocre Producer from Wisconsin living in Oregon making songs about how the supernatural is normal and the
ordinary is magical.
Member of Jellyfish Brigade, Hives Inquiry Squad, Shut-ins and the Colony, Lukulele Slim, R4PC4MP, and BCxLD.
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