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Storm Gaza Some more very lo-fi beats coupled with supreme wordplay. Definitely recommend. Has a much calmer and cool atmosphere different from the self-titled record. Good to chill out to. Favorite track: TelevatorFingers.
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I wrote this album to pay my rent. Somewhere between being sick, having no money or proper food, a serious and sudden increase in my depression and anxiety, and escaping hurricane evacuation, I came to a place of deep apathy.

The narrative is born from the struggles of situational survival as an artist;

The duality of "the creator" vs. "the man", and where the line is drawn between the two. How they are influenced & effected by habitats, habits, community, & stimuli.

Facing the possibility of losing everything, and trying to find solace regardless.

Knowing that the flow will continue ever onward, whether or not you can (or want to) create, will you continue to? Does it matter?

Beartooth Collective presents, cunabear's "BadFurDay":

"The Clock Of Life is wound but once,
And no man hath the power
To tell just when the hands will stop,
At late or early hour.

Now is the only time you own.
Live...Love...Toil...with a will.
Place not faith in tomorrow,
For the Clock may then be still."


released November 7, 2016

Tracks 1 & 4 (Measure #1), produced by B. Mayor.
Tracks 2 & 13, produced by P3ST.
Tracks 3, 4 (Measure #2), 7, & 14 (Measure #1), produced by sp00ks.
Tracks 5 & 8, produced by Thovo.
Tracks 6 & 12, produced by Costa of MMA.
Track 9, produced by Lucky Bastard.
Track 10, produced by Lupin The Beatsmith.
Track 11, produced by Unsung.
Track 14 (Measure #2), produced by HP 710

All vocals written, recorded, & performed by cunabear.

All rights belong to their respective owners.

Special Thanks to Audi, Libby, Bryce, & Marissa.
Fuck Hurricane Matthew.
Tybee Low Life, for Life.


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cunabear Savannah, Georgia

Patron Saint of Patron Saints.

Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.


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Track Name: Overworld/No More Forests
Watch as I look through the seeing glass
Empty of all that will never come to fruition
There's nervous hands clasped to hollow walls
A cacophony of unease
In the deepest reaches of the darkness
You will find your truest light

This field is nostalgia
These winds are accompanied by memories
Don't lose sight of your light

I was swimming through the darkness when I heard you call to me and I gasped and I flailed and I begged to be saved from this ego that consumes me

I am the everlasting search for milk and honey in a dead-man's trench
We all go home safe in the end
I arose my hand to catch the grandest slam
We all go home_____
Track Name: BadFurDay
Life is porched-in and I scream through the screen obscenely demanding respect

I deflected
for a moment to reflect upon my flex and current state of happiness

hi internet
It's the psychonaughty point-dexter

Ladies love me as the slip in and don't dip or quit,
quick with the witty quips and stoner sticks pulling smoke tricks
better during sweater-weather, pink leather
wetter debt collector
and honeybee swooner,
but you can call me Cuna

Atlantis was a manic planet the whole time
A hoodie is a black man's casket and these days we're being drowned in bullets and buried dead or alive

OG Cuna Kush got a discount on my first wizard
Took it to the beach and smoked 9 logs of that OZ through strawberry swishers
Navigating traffic in the A' like highschool hallways
Soft spoken
loud waves
Samples saved to the sound bank
Aim high when the blunt sprays
Shoot blanks
don't strain or stress
We thriving and we blessed

And if we're not we're still something like it

Ultimately I strive to dismantle the crowd until a collapse is imminent and they have to reinvent the way they sleep eat and pray

May all my homies reign before heaven dips beneath the horizon at the end of a bad fur day
Bring honor to the pen
Stop treating rap like a game so I can earn some grub, learn some love and spread it with nothing less than a whisper

Always good when I get it
When I get it it's always good

Some days are shit and that's understood
Never swear on my family or my hood
No one leaves this life painless and that word is good
Breathe new fuel into the fire of life now, we chopping' wood

I've never seen such waves
The tide is changing day by day

Gnarly knaps and a knapsack with my stu brewin slaps claps and hi-hats
The past few years I've just been practicing my craft

Cat scratch till the walls spell drastic with your favorite words
Dog eat the cage when their barks aren't heard

I've got a painting in my pocket named equivalent exchange and I can't sell it till it's bought alongside the proper frame
Some say the price is high
I say the price is fame and that it's never been worth the problem of getting that dame to spread her legs like wildfires if it's only out of drunken shame
Took a piss upon the throne of unrequited love by any other name
If I can't hold you consciously then what's the fuckin point of fuckin with you just to fuck me, nah mean?

Got some troubles on my shoulder
When I shrug it's shaking mountains
Humans call him the Awkward Sea-Golem
They say he's solemn death and fortified with blessings from the Pride Lands
I could count down to the death of me with one hand holding up 2 fingers for the camera man
Track Name: Marionette Machinery (For The Greater Good)
I'm pulling the strings
There's no calling for help when you're already floating on Icarus's stolen wings

Wax dripping
(Smells of treason)
Sun gleaming
(For some reason)
Connection to muffled pleading
Lost not found

Look at man, he
Holds objective truths in subjective solvent and laughs when the outcomes come out constant
Martyrs light the torches on the Great Wall
We've all got great goals
Our children bear the coals of our misfortunes this Christmas season
(I've signed up for a second semester of classes surrounding acting with honor and
Hunter-gatherers fester from the ground to thieve supplies for the feast from the dumpster bins they've found)

An assembly line of puppets who's heads can turn to face their master learn never to question actions until after the fact and when they come for us, this is how they're acting, verbatim from the calf's bleats

Can you taste the summer rain
Every drop of condensation waterlogs my joints and peels the paint from all my clothes
Naked and alone on stage with shotgun wedding prose that connects to the creative garden hose

(Stepped on)
Stepped on to build the pressure
Stepped on to build the pressure

Marionette Machinery
For the greater good
There's always guidelines to choreography
Set us free

Where's the killswitch to this
Enigma by any other name is ignorance is bliss only spoken through Sanskrit texts you can't commit to memory
The nature by your window is a hologram of modern man before the common man was given weapons with which to protect and serve the lands that bear no masters and taste no pleasures

If the universe saw you a fitting tortoise on who's back it could sit and rest, would you throw it off to walk alone and talk or suffer so another could stand tall enough to call you brother

Is the money worth the offer?

Does the money make you suffer?

Is human decency all gone?
I'm tethered

To this televator wire that extends and connects to the never ever after

I've grown tired of these strings that hold me down
They force a laugh that hides a frown
My every instance in life is double-helix-knotted and leaves me hog-tied down
I work no tricks
As you can see
Yet it's the artist not the art who chooses to dance and sing
And still I hold no fucking strings

Marionette Machinery
For the greater good
There's always guidelines to choreography
Set us free
Track Name: Artifact Of Lifegiver/Seoul Korean BBQ
Activate the right reaction
I am slacker, under-average
Needs his glasses just to see his passion's blossoming

Asthmatic anxious lanky packaging
Lavish heart of gold and knack for gracing Hope with love

Introduce a stigma
He is weak of will and depressed
Compressed into a form
That's of a world
That holds his fate to uniform


A crack in the coding
Turn on the genius
Watch as they feed him
Fill him with creative processing power and evoke his evolution into the ether

A mere taste of capability

Artifact of lifegiver
Hold the silver sliver of truth on your tongue
Empowered by the craft that you love
When all the demons below and angels above treat your trust like a feast for the numb
Armageddon is null

Activate the system
Is put in place to make all functions synchronize
Emotions non existent
If monetary gain is not fulfilled the end is in our future

Exploit the slacker
He holds skill and lacks the tact required to rule the world of his own will
We must confront him
We must control
We must contort
We must reform
We must conform him

His only strength comes from knowing freewill
Which we will mirage as entrapment
And then destroy him

So I'm chillin at the Green Tea
Or maybe it was Yummy House?

I can't recall I just remember seeing you after a shitty day at work

You were maxin' at the register with the black visor and the red top

I tried to impress and hoped to win with the corniest lines I could feed
But all my bait is common place and all I'm good for is my grin

It's fly that your down to swim with beach bums
Maybe I could treat ya
Snow cones on the boardwalk
We don't shit talk
Just some chatter about how I'm not your favorite rapper while I'm nervously strumming drum patterns on my thighs and wishing they were yours

When you don't look I glance into your eyes and write lame raps like this about how you've probably holstered your mind on the idea of some other guy

Ignorance is bliss and fuck me if it's nice
You asked me for my number when I ordered the fried rice
I fumbled and stuttered twice
The points go to rewards but now it just feels nice to have someone ask me for my number
And it's 3, with extra chicken
Track Name: TelevatorFingers

This matrix code is faulty so I've altered my position to better appropriate your attention to the vision board
Corny porn producers got the shots angled wrong
Solemn horny atheist ironically calling oh my god
Hip-hop heads think hip-hop's dead because art to the natural progression of earning royalties based on no work became the necromancer's guilty pleasure and eventually the social norm

I've grown accustomed to these digits tapping at the keys
Lately though, I've also found it difficult to swim with my own species
The small fish eats the bigger fish
Eats the bigger fish eats the shark who consumes only jellyfish normally but changed his diet to help his heart and work on gaining spinal support

Look at all the rhinestone eyes that shine in the dark and hold the blind up on a pedestal of light
Become the black prophet of an intergalactic white prison and baptize their children's memories in smelted gold and appreciation for where them niggas from

Where is them niggas from?
Who's mans is this?
Who fam is this?
Them niggas from the slum village
I heard they just suffered a horrible loss
Encountered a terrible fate
Had only 3 days to return to the store to get the variables replaced

I've been known and quoted as bashful black and bold
With a coat of colors to call his own on a dope sequoia throne tapping spacey beats out with a spacebar
Only patron at the Sandbar with a 404 and a short longboard

Either there or in my tree cave verbalizing monsters to a painters rhythm in a masochistic society that's always rapping on my door knocker
Ask her to knock the door down and have me rap to entertain the clowns
Paint a smile above my frown or better yet give me a face as white as my oppressors slavers friends and neighbors

Hide my furrowed brow and bow before the pigs who aim whether I dance for them or dance to dance

It often takes two to tango and three to balance the act of adorning Christmas trees with angels at precisely the right angle

I used the televator fingers to telecommunicate with teleporting telepathic "nothing-great"'s and ungrateful apes who spend their time endlessly cycling in figure-eights
Ain't it great?

Revolution televised every weeknight got me up late begging for a tractor beam to send a clone to take my place

I suffer from allergies
Everything I enjoy from work to play has me begging for euphoria through euthanized release
Send me to the colony of never-ending apathy and watch me make my peace

Watch me make my peace
Track Name: BEHEMOTH
Here holds the candle in the darkest storm
(Shaking hands with shadow forms)
Picking morsels from the cabbage patch and writing messages with their guts in reverse cuneiform

Absorbing livestream from the crooked course we've plotted
(Pray the arrival of an angel holds back the fear until we find a way to spot and stop it)

Time won't stop for the mirror within you
(Reflection in clear view)
Contortionists pick portions of poison to pour into the cauldron while the witches hunt for corporeal signs of the afterlife intermingling with survival

Bahamut from the oceans like a rapper from an artist
Perspective enlarged but the ploy remains honest

Gather all your promises
Show valkyries where valor lives
Teach a demon with a bonesaw to snap its flattened jaws at the one who holds the highest hand of cards

When you regain all that strength
(I'll lay you)

Fish-filleted and flat on your ass while I whip my whip around the stars rotation

(Trail blazing through the word amazement like a global cruiser to the pavement)

I'm holding medusa's head and can feel my hands grow colder with each soul those eyes inhale like a visual acid trip dripping sand into the water pail
Stepping on the aid who provides the serum that's caused all my ailments

(Break a fist over an enemy and break bread with the same hand
Then shiver your glands in prayer for grace to save the sanctity of an apology

Regardless of the level of your actions committed restitution is realized through apathy and a slap on the hand)

I burrowed deep into the stomachs of a thousand hungry heads and fed the nucleus of all the dopest shit ever like the Blob before me

Bred to breathe and excel as I exhale fumes of homegrown and self-fueled potent dope shit
(Like I just fuckin told you!)

7 cats and a cat in unnatural habitat
Picking cabin fever one by one as the town floods like sp00ks predicted
Wielding chainsaws in the kitchen

(Cooking rations up to get sick of speaking the Devils name in honor of cash flow)

Let Lazarus guide a nigga on how to remain hazardous while peaceful on the surface of little earth

Perched above my kind but below humanity
Humbled to have seen the giants that tremble earth with their feet
Track Name: What I Lost In The Leaf House
I was lost in this home for 48 days
I know every inch of every wall
I could call the dust particles by name
If I think hard enough I'm sure I'd know the age of the grass blade by blade

In 100 cycles watch the cyclops go the distance
Sideways with no handlebars
Before he knows his rights his rite of passage must be fulfilled

And it won't come easily
The skin that's shed will surely bleed

But given time the wounds will heal
With new grown limbs comes mass appeal
One day you're paid and we won't be praying for a vacay
It may not be today
Today's owned by money
And money comes with interest owed
God bless if you catch a pay day

An ambassador of knowledge from a land of foreign legends tells the fruit that falls and lands at man's feet
It's rare
(You can't see)
Don't approach
(You can't breathe)
It's not yours to hold

Never been cold as the gold that you sold your soul for
Never been known to hope for more than what he holds open the door for

We aren't poor anymore
(Just hungry)
We don't want anymore
(Just comfy)
We don't sleep anymore
We battle all our demons till they can't creep anymore
(The fight for the need to be right in the brain
We all see the same haze
It clouds the roadways and brings us much pain)
And we're ready to battle until this home decays
Track Name: What I Found In The Leaf House
Double pits to chesty for the camera

Simultaneously drop a coin in the coffer for every freedom the church offers while everything appears to move according to plan

Battle axe from the bargain grab party-pin for busy body boy scouts who scream into the night with fear until Mace Windu lets the force out

Forceful and fortified is my castle with its many towers dragons and decorative tassels
They dangle to make Repunzel jealous from all angles while providing an upskirt of your favorite angels

Walk the length of the train tracks with a sketchbook and ambition so when adversity rides by you can seismic toss it into submission

Bitch I'm a cartoon these bars don't do shit to me
(I'd rather watch the prison rot than set its captives free)

Bitch I threw harpoons to reel in the victory
(Set fire to the house of leaves and learn to love how bright it's lungs breathe)

Bitch we got no hopes, there's thieves in the balcony
(Let them pay for the rags of resolution with a foreign land's currency)

Bitch I got fam to feed
(It's always success if it's what you need)
Run with the wolves and bark at the enemy
(Remember to bite whether or not the hand feeds)

I rock a rotoscoped image when I maneuver through reality and prefer this coat of colors to the tragedies befallen by outsiders possessing promise rings bestowed by befallen kings who's generosity tends to exceed the needs of the people they bring

20,000 leagues under a sea of unfortunate happenings have set my current settings to self-destructive

and in related news

cunabear be the cats meow for negro spirituals and healing moves
Put up your dukes when the centaurs lose
Approach the throne humbly and speak no secrets once the spies are loose

Appease hippo-hunger by playing magic tricks with silver spoons live like the crowd sighs and croons for baby food

Bitch I'm a cartoon these bars don't do shit to me
(I'd rather watch the prison rot than set its captives free)

Bitch I threw harpoons to reel in the victory
(Set fire to the house of leaves and learn to love how bright it's lungs breathe)

Bitch we got no hopes, there's thieves in the balcony
(Let them pay for the rags of resolution with a foreign land's currency)

Bitch I got fam to feed
(It's always success if it's what you need)
Run with the wolves and bark at the enemy
(Remember to bite whether or not the hand feeds)

Dip your fingers in the murder she wrote
I count the death toll by the number of crows
Revealing cosmic clothes in a befuddled form where it's an at home dope throne to own and a funeral flushing dreams down the commode

Is it the prince or the pauper?
Is it the ghoul or the goblin?
Is it fate? Can I stop it?
Can I alter? Add more color?
Apply the oath to order?
Track Name: WALL
Oh shit
The creatures roam in silence
Somewhere between dishonesty and alien science
Don't get caught by the guillotine's edge
Heads roll when the Bears claws got em
the -

Tables turned on their back burners by sneaky scavengers at dinner
Cut the gizzard off the losers
After sinners get coal for Christmas

Minus a loved one
A pity
A shrugged off love
A battle born son removes obscene degrees of fleeting fancies from his internet history when he thinks he hears the rattling of the sentries

It's the act of the century

Merrily merrily merrily
Cast aside your gloomy energy
Watch the evolution of conditioning beasts to walk and talk

a little more civility reach with new epiphany

Maybe if you didn't batter your blood with the guts and opinions of the unholy and wrung out
Entry level love for that high that clouds your love of love
(You wouldn't feel so drugged up and numb)

No freedom ring
No flying doves
No fight for what's right
No blood shed for blood

Oh shit
The creatures roam in silence
Somewhere between dishonesty and alien science
Don't get caught by the guillotine's edge
Heads roll when the Bears claws got em
The wall

Aw fuck
The cyborgs are advancing
Somewhere uncharted masterminds tinker in a factory
Don't get caught up by the blade that you draw
Clear a dungeon map searching for gold
Got me
The wall

Oh shit
The creatures roam in silence
Somewhere between dishonesty and alien science
Don't get caught by the guillotine's edge
Heads roll when the Bears claws got em
the -

Take apart what pains you at the end of the day
I take a pay day
On an airplane
Serve me chocolate flavored champagne while I bus tables on my off day

Or not
I'm always taught
To provide peace when not provided by the lexicon
I speak through speaking speakers just so you can hear the shit I'm on
Rip one off big bong and burn my whole front lawn before I even advance a pawn

Stick my prink into the live wire like a socket needs prongs and play my album at your prom
Your mom downloaded me on limewire in 2004 when I was the freshest 2nd grader this side of the meteor our fathers' fathers watched fall

Hold a nigga pride to his head on the day his feelings died
Wear a bearskin hide with my back
The wall
Track Name: Moths! Flames! Undeniable Fate!
Dance to the will of the wisp that torches the wick and sing
I am the moth
My passion is my flame
My only goal in life is to reach the light and return from whence I came'

In which of your favorite pieces does your artists heart reside?

Can its resonance absolve you in the dark
Pardon me wholeheartedly
It's not my job to point the sun in its rising position
I've simply got a trigger finger on completing every side mission

My main goal harbors moonlight within a metallic thorny crown jutting ever so slightly from my brow

The blood on my crest tastes of old acrylics
From a time in space and solace where my heart knew no interest in lyrics or the occupation of my neighbor's spirit
Those were the days where love was so real you'd feel it

Now it's a commodity for which we're fighting and stealing

Hands to the ceiling

I share the burden on my brothers backs because I've been around the block with mine a couple times
From the tallest tree on the island of destiny all the eye can see surrounding these lands is darkness festering and I can speak no more on how it's rage has tested me

Hear no evil
See no evil
Speak no evil
Have no fun
You've gotta ticking time-bomb that bursts when your depression has won
Are you bound by the dark
Are you birthed by the sun?
Do you creep in the night?
Do you fly with the doves?
Track Name: Identity/Ego
I am a rotten spirit yes indeed
Here to offer pleasures in exchange for what I need

Feed me your ego
Allow me to taste it
Bring me your soul glow
I wish to embrace it

Swallow the parts of you that tamper with my plans
Digest your secrets and discard your sins

Feed me your ego
I'll give you a dynasty
I'll harvest your precious individuality
Contort your essence and spit out the carcass
Fame gold and sex is all you can process

One taste and you're hooked
on endless nonsense
Bedeviled by ego alone till you falter
Now send word to your brothers
It's their minds I want altered

Let me consume what makes you
Track Name: Still Water (Unbind These Hands)
Unbind these hands
Let loose my shackles
We are children of the Apple

Hands high for peace
No harm no foul
No soldiers for war
No holy ground worth the battle

"Keep your distance please"

The rotten core of all that breeds
Self-guided missiles of memory loss and self-animosity

Take a breather
We've silenced the speakers
We've entered the ether
We still cannot reach her

That golden goose you lack flies on feathers dipped in black pride and births crumpled origami animals that back and forth your life sized soul model until it tumbles with a clatter leaving your inner secrets splattered on the carpet in a periwinkle argyle pattern

The aura of mistakes made is purple with a sunburst effect
A sign of life within death holding tightly on that delay switch

Cup water for the thirsty with these hands
You could build a home for a heart with these hands
Teach equality and shine the guiding light
These hands are ghosts that lift barking dogs off their claws in the starless sky

Unbind these hands
Let loose my shackles
We are children of the Apple

Hands high for peace
No harm no foul
No soldiers for war
No holy ground worth the battle

Whisper all your secrets please
Within the walls of the cathedral where the gargoyles sleep, beware for inner peace is a delicacy in the eyes of the Lich King

He dines in a hall full of leeches
Tentacles reaching from the creases in the ceiling
They bob and move when I ask the crowd whether or not they're feelin me
Homies in the crowd hold hands high like rockets in the atmosphere
When the frilly border fades remember the bear cub standing in the frame

Unbind these hands
Let loose my shackles
We are children of the Apple

Hands high for peace
No harm no foul
No soldiers for war
No holy ground worth the battle
Track Name: SpinDrift
Life is open wide when the winds die down and the storm subsides
Breathe in slow
Right before your eyes
The light returns to help the heavens stay warm during the scorn of existence for a bum on the beach

Every sleeping sound of waking life is a delirious treat and I've got a tooth too sweet for an improper mentioning so give props to the Sweater-Weather King Pin and the holy host of the longest nights this knight has ever known
Your boy is riding dragon's backs just to play the game and stake his claim on local fame
Maybe pay the rent and end the shame
Put a blessing on his father's name
And spread some love to he's she's and they's while we huddle round the fire at the end of a day
Let the sun rays burn our skin while we burn 2 jays and depart for the shade so we can sleep to see and reap the benefits of a better day

you know
You can fly
high as you want to
with those wings on your back
My friend
Everything will be alright in the end but for now the day is long so let's enjoy it instead with our friends

Follow the flow of the spindrift
It's always good when I get it
Some days won't give so you take hits
2 hands to break a back
2 hands to mend it back

And we're always good
My friend we're always good
Nigga we're always good
Homie we're always good
Home girl we're always good
My dude we're always good
Sunshine we're always good
My love we're always good

Somehow we're always good
Track Name: Paradise Lost/Underworld
Drifting through paradise in a lazy river full of driftwood
I pick a pair of pears twice as I float along the bank

When the current starts to shift moods I slip in and out of time
A sudden throbbing from the chrome dome touch the cranium and feel the crack in the dam

I scream to phone home but the dial tone rings through the wake
Twist and tumble as my body folds and fumbles down the river

Losing control as my skull overflows and the wash turns crimson like you left your favorite hoodie with a doobie in the bin for dirty laundry

Gasp for air while reaching for the humanity branch to pull yourself asunder from the rolling tide

Perch yourself upon a rock and pray that it's your shangri-la
Until Jesus comes to pick your luck and swipe your card in case you die

Watch the tribesmen all approaching from the flanks
A couple holding spears but one darts you from the tree branches and hits your face

Numb until the poison kicks
Sunset at the perfect view
Feel your muscles tighten as the shaman's spirits summon you to leave your earthly body at his beckoned call

Now your shell is pruned and washed out while pondering how far down the water falls

Calling all cars
Paradise lost