Ya know how sometimes somebody will get a bit of notoriety for doing something a little glib or snarky, but then when u peel back layers you find out that there actually aren’t any layers there at all? That what you saw in that fleeting glimmer was all there was to them. That there was actually no shine and that it all was just candle light water play off a mirror? Now think about how u felt when u realized that this something that u thought was soooooo cool and soooooo whatever turned out to be dolla store electronics with a true lifespan that frizzled up in less time than it took you to find somebody to tell about it.
Can you taste that…un-goodness?
Well I’ve got your remedy, I’ve got your flavor savior and his name is WATSKY.
U may have seen his “pale white rapper” youtube video of him rapping really fast that got him a spot performing that same track on the Ellen show.
That ish wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. WATSKY runs deep and comes with a bazaam of mental hip-hop that will soon enuff land in comparative sentences with the likes of Sage Francis, MC Chris, Deltron and Aesop Rock… (amongst others).
But there is no need to take my word for it. get your free download of his new mixtape, “A New Kind of Sexy”
Listen to it and download it by visiting the following link:
http://gwatsky.bandcamp.com/album/a-new-kind-of-sexy-mixtape
Be sure to listen to the extra track, you won’t be sorry.
If this album is your gateway to underground hip-hop, then glory be to that.
Go listen now and thank me later.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
that old money dance
Now here we go around and around
Shaken from shaking our souls for the town
Gospel to gutters, that wide spanning prance
Delightful and spiteful; that old money dance
Boys in their colors and girls nice in white
See nothing unseemly done by them this night
They extend a hand and a shoulder to chance
For riches to pour out; that old money dance
And after the service, they box up and roll
Enchanted, life’s granted them such bold control
And settle they down for the high of romance
No thoughts of the scatter; that old money dance
The sun blares a glaring alarm in the morn
Past dreams seems have steamed formed a thick trickly thorn
Brows now endowed seek out grands of advance
Taking shakes, staking steaks from that old money dance
Days end and out sides both the loft and the street
Oh so cold, souls patrol beating heat feats with feet
As they stand understanding the lance of demands
Resolute suits scoot boots to that old money dance
Keeping heads above water till we’re well below ground
No break from making that to which we’re bound
Traps perhaps happen, you plan; it commands
That you must… bust dust… Hustle and shuffle
do that old money dance
Shaken from shaking our souls for the town
Gospel to gutters, that wide spanning prance
Delightful and spiteful; that old money dance
Boys in their colors and girls nice in white
See nothing unseemly done by them this night
They extend a hand and a shoulder to chance
For riches to pour out; that old money dance
And after the service, they box up and roll
Enchanted, life’s granted them such bold control
And settle they down for the high of romance
No thoughts of the scatter; that old money dance
The sun blares a glaring alarm in the morn
Past dreams seems have steamed formed a thick trickly thorn
Brows now endowed seek out grands of advance
Taking shakes, staking steaks from that old money dance
Days end and out sides both the loft and the street
Oh so cold, souls patrol beating heat feats with feet
As they stand understanding the lance of demands
Resolute suits scoot boots to that old money dance
Keeping heads above water till we’re well below ground
No break from making that to which we’re bound
Traps perhaps happen, you plan; it commands
That you must… bust dust… Hustle and shuffle
do that old money dance
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
oh my my...
oh my my, what have we done?
we've pawned all of our bullets to buy some bigger guns
we burned all the maps so that we can plainly see
that everybody's lost; you as well as me
rather than extend a hand to share a neighborly drink
I pissed in the canteen so you have to smell it stink
cut down all the trees and hid away of their fruit
now can't seem to find them, but hey, neither can you
I plan for tomorrow by souring today
to prove that it didn't work out; not doing things OUR way
you want us to be unyielding, and so for you we stood
you all may be suffering, but it's really for your own good
and when there's nothing remaining for granddaughter and son
and they ask, "oh my my, what have you all done?"
we can just smile down upon them all like the rays of the golden sun
and tell them oh so proudly, "child, what we've done ...is won."
we've pawned all of our bullets to buy some bigger guns
we burned all the maps so that we can plainly see
that everybody's lost; you as well as me
rather than extend a hand to share a neighborly drink
I pissed in the canteen so you have to smell it stink
cut down all the trees and hid away of their fruit
now can't seem to find them, but hey, neither can you
I plan for tomorrow by souring today
to prove that it didn't work out; not doing things OUR way
you want us to be unyielding, and so for you we stood
you all may be suffering, but it's really for your own good
and when there's nothing remaining for granddaughter and son
and they ask, "oh my my, what have you all done?"
we can just smile down upon them all like the rays of the golden sun
and tell them oh so proudly, "child, what we've done ...is won."
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