2 CD set with new bonus Volume 1 track “16 Bars For Rosa Luxemburg” includes digital download of the whole affair1
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about
Sketch figured out this song on a drive to pick up some groceries. Recorded it when he got back.
lyrics
I see clouds approaching friends, my heats bound to go to bed,
I need now to speak loud, ‘cause these clowns are over fed,
Each round I hold the pen, beats down with no regret,
Loose leaf bound, I seek out, unique rounds to fold and bend,
Now I won’t pretend my teeth growl from swollen head
But keep chowing weak styles, it seems now I’m dope as heck,
And hell is colder when defeat bound from foes defense
My spell is intense it eats pounds of hopeless trends
And swaggers battered to don’t matter
And shattered with fatter blends
The sadness you chatter ends, it’s over friends,
Data gathered shows savages crashing, cameras flashing,
After I rhyme I’m climbing ladders, watch my soul ascend,
They say I’m over heads, I say use focused lens,
Listen close so you don’t miss a quote you won’t forget,
My flows explosion tends to grow to oceans ends,
Big enough to cover coast to coast it’s so immense,
Knowing no expense to sky walking Boba Fetts,
Fly, chalk it up to talking much smarts and loads of zest
As clouds cloak us over head and drops start their slow descent,
I must rank amongst the best alive, prized and known to bless,
Admire this, pi-o-lit, pirating nihilist fire scripts,
Piles and piles of violent dialect piled in files for miles
And tiring never, i sever styles to aisles
Of irisless sights and spit wired, inspire the squires
To levels of science, applying the styles I invent
I impressed everyone, that I have met
Honest no lying man, I am the sire, messiah of writers,
You find someone tighter, I’ll find them a diaper,
When I’m in the cipher I light it, ignite to fire,
Retire then I will quit, I am just tired and out of breath
But forcing the heat out my ole chest,
Course is the beat and my ascent is
Forged in my speech
Fortunately
Born to complete this feat
I must profess.
credits
from Hella Kafkaesque Vol. 1 & 2 Deluxe Package,
track released December 12, 2020
Produced by Mandy Moorehol
Vocals by Sketch tha cataclysm
Vocals recorded in Owens Bedroom
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