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"Observation of a desolate ghetto plagued with corruption, by a black hermit who descends from his home in the mountains to learn about the current world's societal stasis." - Metaphorically speaking//

These songs weren't intended to be given any place in any album.
A collection yet unexpressed; Give them a home in your thoughts.

The B-Side to the Self-Titled cunabear record; This was originally one 50-minute track, and has been reformatted so that these songs can be enjoyed individually.

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released August 28, 2016

Songs written, recorded & performed by cunabear.

Tracks 1, 2, 4, 7 (Measures 1 & 2), & 9 (Measures 3 & 4) produced by sp00ks.
Track 3 produced by Mr. Brombaer.
Tracks 5, 7 (Measure 3) & 9 (Measure 1) produced by Messiah Muzik.
Track 6 produced by 5/9 BeatMaker.
Track 8 produced by Pro.P.
Track 9 (Measure 2) produced by Noise systeM.

Executive producer: Matthew Dass

Special Thanks to you for listening.
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cunabear Savannah, Georgia

Patron Saint of Patron Saints.

Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

EPK: beartoothcollective.wixsite.com/cunabear

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Track Name: All Mortals Are Humans, All Gods Are Fruits
(If there is a God, up there in the clouds, I can’t imagine a better time to show his wrath than now.)

Drop to your knees and worship porcelain Jesus
People tend to live by the bubble the trouble or the bottle
Whichever pleases with quickness and ease

Environmental hazards include avarice and greed with an afternoon of communion 'round the corpses in the streets
No sleep where the traffickers reign
No peace for the weak or the brave
No place for children to play
No policeman better come my way

Here they etch your face into your grave if you blow enough heads away
Over there they're repurposing our purpose so that it fits the imagery

Are you colorful coding or blatantly nauseous?
Strategic king pin or gutter-born hobbit?
Have you forgotten all the perseverance that you promised?

I'd given up on escaping Haven City by the time the guards had come for us

I'd fought the good fight with all my might by the time the kingdom caved beneath me

Environmental hazards include avarice and greed with an afternoon of communion 'round the corpses in the streets
No sleep where the traffickers reign
No peace for the weak or the brave
No place for children to play
No policeman better come my way
Track Name: Chains
I’m at peace with my surroundings
Taste the air of the world beneath and feel like I've been drowning in

Omnipotence

(Tear down the red wall)
Tear the red wall
(Tear down the red wall)
Tear the red wall down and light the torches
(Tear down the red wall)
Tear the red wall down and light the torches on the poachers porches
Mountain men on the backs of rams collide and burst other-worldly understanding like a condiment package within my hands

Mother Nature out of her elemental nurturing wrought famine for your many generations unless the generosity becomes less rare

How could you claim to wanna save yourself when you aren't even sure if you need to be saved?
Maybe you're better off sniping at peacemakers who fix all your problems while remaining attached to a ball and a chain
Maybe your motives are acting in vain

Not for nobility
Your will is broken
Feathers are fraying
Your fly skill less potent
Niggas built moats to cross over just to claim your devotion

I'm a dancing peacemaker
Watch the moon shift for me as I soar above the trees and fear the fall beneath

No chains just wings
No fame just peace
And a little bit of clarity to make this all have worth for me and me alone

I called 5's on the sequoia throne
Burned a couple bootlegs and sent them far from home so I could watch my seeds grown into trees and smoke them down to the clip

I'm here to kick the entire globe onto a brand new tilt with the Great Fairy Sword in the hilt
Ambition stacked higher than cloud 9
Gotta use the jackoff's every flavored beans if you wanna catapult the justified ends into their respective means

Nigga
Track Name: Bellies Are Full/Bathing In The River
Hobble round
The bobble-headed hooded hoodlums

Gather towards the lighters burning in commemorative solace
The doom and gloom upon their muzzles
Mixed with mincemeat from the month before the month before the month before

Marmalade of bad luck churning in your stomach
Infected by the currency curse
Unsure if it's ever considered worse to eat your brother metaphorically or literally
Abolished to hell either way for portraying negative energy and imagery in this pristine utopia

We harbor history and bodies in the closets from which the monsters were defeated and deported
Bellies are full
_____________

There's something in the water

Fuck fighting off pollution
Mermen arise on the backs of leeches that suck the blood from all my hobbies
Got me peeling off my skin so I can afford to wash my body

Blindly find a herd with clinging to
Devoid of counterculture
Just like the vultures that you harbor

I caught you breathing
In this air
That's always steaming off my skin
I bathed in a river
Made of oil paint
And the cost not paid for what my ancestors have done

Look what we've become
Track Name: Homeless Jazz
I Haven't had a heart to call home
Or a phone to call homies with

I only ate like the rich so I could eventually eat the rich themselves and place their fame on a plate, put a spike in a drink, put their egos on display in order of apparent decaying

Fillet this aluminum can
Tonight is spam that the rats don't harbor

I only ate like the meek because they have me a place to sleep
Underneath the stars and the rain and the the sleet

I pushed the lawn back fourty-four decisions ago

Negro youths with various afros laugh in solace that they swear they'll never be like me

I found God in a half-rotten apple
Lodged just barely in the sewer drain
The hunger pains
The ears are ringing with sirens
Goblins with batons come to sing these sailors sleepy while I'm casting a heart-shaped box made of iron to keep good spirits in these bad times cause

One day the life line's gonna turn a blind eye and you've never been tits up have you? Stuck between a crack rock's definition of High Noon and a self-destructive pattern that lends itself no shoulders to cry on and no man to talk to

But yeah
We all eating, right?
(Nah nigga
Some just ain't eatin right)
Track Name: 影のフィールド (Field Of Shadows)
We work and reap the dreams you sew inside the field of shadows where our nightmares don't stop growing strong

Be we man or be we maker, either way our bodies crumble under the need to be boxed into a title that does not include all that we are
We are more than simple lemmings

Define my name with a noose
Carve my number into my neck

Defective by your definition
Gears that grind and steam bells whistling
Automatron of unknown making
Fraying wires broken circuits
Watch your puppet rap god fight and steal and drink the poison from the safety of your earphones so the measure of your fandom is belittled to a like or follow

Connection to your inner being muffled out by advertisement
Are these not the gods you begged for?

Be we man or be we maker, either way our bodies crumble under the need to be boxed into a title that does not include all that we are
We are more than simple lemmings

Define my name with a noose
Carve my number into my neck

Red pill for stress blue pill for sleep
Green pill to make you brave and sane
White pill makes you need to eat
Are these not the gods you begged for?

Are these not the gods you begged for?

Be we man or be we maker, either way our bodies crumble under the need to be boxed into a title that does not include all that we are
We are more than simple lemmings

Define my name with a noose
Carve my number into my neck
Track Name: Kaleidoscope Edge/Uzumaki
There you go, looking like a painting once again. You're always on the tip of my tongue, the back of my mind, buried in the lines of my palms.

I can never find the words or find the time.
I've been too scared these days to recount the thoughts that pass my mind.
I find these socialites disruptive.
My memories interrupted with corrupted cravings and feeling this dismantled affinity for breathing in deeply.

Some days I just don't dig myself
Some days I just don't dig down into the pit
I lost myself in the waves

One day I hope to hike off into the sunset and never regret leaving my home behind
There's sanctuary within the pines