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Storm Gaza Cunabear comes through with his most ambitious project yet. Combining his lo-fi beats with his rhyme of rhymes style he puts out this intense and very good project. Favorite track: Oh! The Places You'll Go!.
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about

BearTooth Collective Presenting:

"cunabear"

“Some believe what separates men from animals is our ability to reason. Others say it’s language or romantic love, or opposable thumbs. Living here in this lost world, I’ve come to believe it is more than our biology. What truly makes us human is our unending search, our abiding desire for immortality.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Lost World

credits

released August 28, 2016

Songs written, recorded & performed by cunabear.
Guest appearances by BigStupid!diot, (Gomec, Indrid Mold, & Comrade Ringo of) Spoke Ashem, Verbatim, Keith William, Charles Broccoli (Steve Watts), Valore, & Unsung.

Tracks 1(Measure #1), 7, & 15 (Measure #2) Produced by sb.
Track 1 (Measure #2) Produced by Passion Hi-Fi
Tracks 2 (Measure #2), & 8 Produced by Nu Vintage.
Tracks 1 (Measure #3), 2 (Measure #1), 3 (Measures #1, #2 & #4), 9 (Measure #1), 10, 11, 15 (Measure #1), 18, & 20 Produced by sp00ks.
Track 3 (Measure #3) Produced by Alex Spoettel.
Tracks 4 & 15 (Measure #3) Produced by Unsung.
Track 5 (Measure #1) Produced by LoBD.
Track 5 (Measure #2) Produced by Psymun.
Track 6 Produced by Jack Bennett.
Track 9 (Measure #2) produced by Messiah Muzik.
Tracks 12, 13, & 17 Produced by onso.
Track 14 Produced by Chy-Mar.
Track 16 Produced by R.O.N..
Track 19 Produced by Pro.p.

Executive producer: Matthew Dass

"An Experiment In Noise" (Track 18) written & performed by Ken Arkind.
Featuring an original poem by Marissa Cairone (Track 15).

Special Thanks to you for listening.

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cunabear Savannah, Georgia

Patron Saint of Patron Saints.

Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

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Track Name: Oh! The Places You'll Go!
Swirling in a pristine whirlpool
Curling the burl like world's on a pack mule's back
Knick knack paddy whack
Goldilocks, the bear is back
Fuck a bowl of porridge I have a need to keep the blunt wrapped
Keep the paint on my walls
Get some pointers on how not to grow old so goddamn fast

Look at all the places we've been!

In a matter of months he went from nobody you knew to new kid
In a year I'll be flying through the sky on a pig
Dropping slop from the heavens and spilling a vision

The future holds a trip to France before we take the planet
The present time is dance party bike gang sex magic in the middle of the woods, where all the best rapping happens

If you couldn't read the sign, the kitchen's off limits
They've got beef rap on the menu but the fry cook is missing
My guess is that his taking mushrooms on the way to the beach
And you probably won't see or hear from him for about a week

Peace

My father lifted the ocean with his bare hands

Peace

His father put the clouds in the sky

As the Ness lines up to swing his starman bat, prepare the terra for a new formation
Cunabear sound waves reconstruct the ground and plays only through online radio stations

Look at all the places we've been!

In a matter of months he went from nobody you knew to new kid
In a year I'll be flying through the sky on a pig
Dropping slop from the heavens and spilling a vision

King kinesthetic
Touches all weapons
Befriends the best brethren
Connects on all sections
We don't roll hazardous
Never spit blasphemous
Avoid the high dive when the crowds not watching us
Run shit
Don't lose sight just focus
Embellish the culture and imagine all the places you'll go
Let the garden grow
Protect the garden grove
Track Name: Avenue Of The IslandGods
Pass the torch from enemy to enemy as we all say what we're thankful for in orchestrated synergy

A symphony of seagulls flying westward by the dozen puts the dagger to the whetstone and puts the finger to the button

Whatever style vices,
be you thief, glutton, or forever unannounced
Determines fate of all your future kin by association with words that work themselves out of that split in the face that you call a mouth
And I

May be buggin just a bit when I say that living in a world full of island gods is kinda sorta the coolest fucking shit
But who am I to kid around who I am crafts where I am, where to go, & where you've been

Who, Me?
I've been on the beach
letting the tides drag my lifeless body into the deep

I sleep, work and play with a crutch in the joint
Stay awake until the Pirates passage can claimed a safe voyage
Sell your car
Dip into self-employment and call yourself a martyr for your past-lives enjoyment

The hoodrats and long-lost suburban cats trade secrets in the dead of night to justify breaking the divine contract
I subtracted myself from the equation via Amtrak and never look (past) back unless I gotta and that's that
Track Name: Ishra's Ark (feat. BigStupid!diot & Charles Broccoli)
Top of the morning mountain man
Salute the sun with a shaky hand and a sweaty face

Inuits running laps to make the glaciers fall from heaven's grace
If you approach a foe in a similar manner you get your demeanor handled

And I'm guzzling a handle at calamity lake
Watching the freaks fly flags from my waterfront real estate
We're burning effigies at 10 and afterwards
Eating stakes
And while we're flaunting all our garbage
Buy a box of cassette tapes

Unicorn filleting evil villains dressed in uniform
Unhinging the doors to your privately owned prison gates and sending Valkyrie to validate your purpose with their swords and battle axes

We wake and bakin' at the crack of noon
Sipping slurpees on the way from nursery to waiting room so we can zoom in on the Pangea that will sufficiently satisfy our need to coexist with world's existing both betwixt and between

And I never die young
Pan got a handle on the homie by the tongue so the handwriting will echo in your walls forever
Track Name: Ob Nixilis Of The Black Oath (feat. Unsung)
(Peel the grave from over your face)
We're concocting vials of poison
(Enigmatic vessels sailing from here to no place)
We're drinking bottles from the storage room

I've placed a curse on your battle wounds
Lending a disaster that starts with the spins

The before you know it you're spiraling into the depths
I caught a glimpse of what's after the upcoming chapter and it's prophecies of dancing with the dead

Call upon a stag to guide you into the forest
Proceed with caution
Attempting forward motion
With no preconceived notions or motivations other than observation

Taken captive by the coagulation of dark energies surrounding the key to the kingdom
Simultaneously attracts logic and emotion until you're fully frozen

And then the poison kicks in-
Track Name: Honey Pot
These days, I'm all 6's & 7's
And I set the world's eye on sex in heaven

Intertwining folds and gentle kisses on the nose
Exasperated with excitement and heavy breathing in an awkward pose

Turn a hand into a pleasure-weapon and shoot your partner 'til they're deader than dirt
Ensure your safety word
I've heard it's better when you let out a moan

God forbid I lose my lust to a full moon
Enamored in pink gloom and armed to the tooth
A feral craving for exorbitant debts paid with a token for an orgasm or two
Clearer vision when the window lets the fumes out and you realize exactly what it is to do what it do

God forbid I lose my lust to a full moon
Enamored in pink gloom and armed to the tooth
A feral craving for exorbitant debts paid with a token for an orgasm or two
Clearer vision when the window lets out the fumes and you realize exactly what it is to do what it do

I can't find your body language on a Braille porno mag
But your sexuality is coursing through the cracks in the terra like a terrible trilogy of tangled events unraveling to reveal the reality you've convinced yourself is real isn't really happening

That the emotions you've introduced that you once found so baffling are just a product of

Pity sex//


Oh how the honey flowed from her

Head so good it made my dick go lazy
Good god, this broad has me by the body and the feeling
Of her breath on my neck
Makes me wanna forget
any past transgressions or misconceptions
About time we stowed it all away and in the past so I can
Focus on nibbling at the thighs
Catching glances of the eye to eye while I whisper wet secrets that send shivers up her spine until the climax

After that you can catch the King of Speaking-Tongues
Laying on his back while her majesty magically rocks the boat without floppin or stoppin

Break a niggas back in the bed and still run to sip the sweet poison
She wants none of what you're harboring but the fugitives have all escaped and the inmates all face pardoning

So Imma sit and dream of all the different ways you loved me without touching me

And how touching me turned the cosmic switch for suffering into sleep mode

Oh how the honey flowed from her

We don't need a label
I'm too insecure for "marry me"'s
I'm okay with just the pity sex
I just need the physicality
Still holding a preference for sucking on the tiddy-breast
Track Name: Father's Day
Wisemen never wait on my lawn for the oracle to speak through the light of a shining star, wars break out over the messiah child Appleseed rounded well on the edges despite the potent potential to snap the necks of the oppressors like a tree-branch with no leaves

I'm walking along the shoreline of the age of the outraged American nigga, but before the present time I was

Crumbling castles with my bare hands
Soul dipped deep into the paint can
Heart only belonging to the rings on Möbius
Never ending affinity for emeralds of chaos and the 'Justice Will Prevail' Emporium

Glorious

I wrecked my consciousness subconsciously while riding through the vibrant lands of orchestrated symphonies
The maestro is blind and mute and deaf and converses telepathically

Pardon all my vices
I'm still learning languages not meant for speech
It's burning all my energy and scarring me emotionally
But I converse with prophets who explain all that is meant for me

I wrecked my consciousness
Track Name: The High
We’re rollin’ up and smokin’
Owl’s wings are white
Mango is the after taste
You know we’re gettin’ high

Girl you got that good shit
Put me on cloud 9
I’m positively shitfucked
Until I reach the high

Bowls & bongs & blunt wraps
Hotbox through the night
Just puff it in rotation
Tonight we’re gettin’ high

Don’t come here with that bullshit
Bitch don’t kill my vibe
I ain’t up to hood shit
I’m just getting high

Puff it in rotation
Puff it in rotation
Puff it in rotation
My mind is steady pacin'
Track Name: Golden Monkey (feat. Keith William)
I can take your hand off with your other hand and use both of mine to grind your mind into a million grams

Burn a castle, pillage all the land

An uzumaki birthed inside your mental
Swirling sugar to unlock your sweet potential

And I know
(It's vital)
Visualize greed
(But can't see the tidal)
Waves of misfortune washing over me

Skeletor got a sorcerer's grip on my lifeline
Peace is what I pray for
Enough cash to look dashing on the throne while the wealthy paint my portrait

I fiend for the synapses in my skin to set off
Before the dirt showers my corpse will skyrocket 6 feet over my coffin
Hack and cough kush nugs straight from my lungs

Let the fate of the world rest on a thumb war
The losers bracket winners never do get adored
Properly adorn your trophy kill on the wall
Show off your ego death to us all

Push past your dreams just to feel the fever for making reality and fantasy make amends
Appropriate any fools who claim they don't feel the
Zen words
That kill birds
And force the four swords to fornicate

With herbs, verbs and mediums
Alley in the darkness feeling like a feeding tube for whatever monster's hungriest for fresh human ingredients

Lucid dream traveling from Arcadia to seppuku
Regardless of swimming skill
The barnacles attach to you and pull your soul directly into Davy Jones' locker room
Track Name: Not Broke, Just Bento-Box
We ain't broke
We bent the box
Avoiding the guardsmen by poppin' all the locks
Out here harvesting brain crops
Get hit or wake up
Time's hand never knocks


This is the collective mind of all our time on rewind

We are cottage-dwellers
Manifested girls & woahs & boys to men who frolic together and strike every day at 10.

Total zen
We plant innovation amongst the flowers as you water them
Infinite wisdom of the Before-Time, yet ahead of my peers by lightyears
We hunt & gather deer skins
Your dearest kin catapult on-edge buffalo corpses over the hedge
Needs some salt and pepper for the flavorful disposition

We ain't broke
We bent the box
Avoiding the guardsmen by poppin' all the locks
Out here harvesting brain crops
Get hit or wake up
Time's hand never knocks

Animalistic vibration splits asunder your captain's quarters
He spits insults just to fill the lake but refuses still to touch the water

Hunger sets and manifests like crocodilians
Pouring apathy from opened unhinged jaws that speak only of your weariness and electrified intention to alter the experience

We ain't broke
We bent the box
Avoiding the guardsmen by poppin' off all the locks
Out here harvesting brain crops
Get hit or wake up
Time's hand never knocks

Superfluous intimidating encroachment on my real estate
You'd better move your pool before I sue your fucking life

Wake up and find you're trapped in your Facebook account
Now all you ever say or do is all your status is about
Exposing darkness with a black light seems purely counter productive, right?
Track Name: Mother's Day
My mom
Says all boys
Leave home
Someday

But forgot
To mention
How long I'd stay

Awake
Yet drifting
To sleep on
The road all day

Oh how
I miss home
But I can't stay
(But I can't)
(But I can't)

I slipped past the snow patrol and climbed Big Bertha's back with a rucksack full of knickers and uneaten Kit Kats for when the slopes gather a declarative edge

My skiing skills are moderate
But adjacent to the threats I've faced the imitation is full of transparency

The crowd cheers as they raise the hidden walls of the Thunderdome from beneath my feet

(Let's greet the gremlins!)

Lust, Apathy, and gluttony bring the motherfucking ruckus
(Trust)

Inglorious until the day he greets his own dust

Buried with the 404 he inherited from the hustle and living in the modern age
21 and already going gray from all the monsters growing in my brain
Eating at my mental health until the day I go insane and that's all that's written on the grave:
"None iller, none chiller"

My mom
Says all boys
Leave home
Someday

But forgot
To mention
How long I'd stay

Awake
Yet drifting
To sleep on
The road all day

Oh how
I miss home
But I can't stay
(But I can't)
(But I can't)

Perceive the future
I'm hoping
To find my way

Off to the
Forests
Where trees smoke
And bear cubs play

I will return home
To see you
Again some day
Track Name: Some Ghosts Hold Old Secrets... (feat. DN Orchestra)
Tunnel vision as the blunt is lifted to my lips and kissed it
The cherry shines with Rudolph's blessings
As the smoke fills the lungs and brings to light the best of me

This is where the stick shifts
'Round the corner whippin'
Got a kneecap at the captain's helm and a guardian hangin' from the windowsill
Windows down once the sunset hits
And we roll like this on a Saturday

Cruisin' with the team
Got a bag of magic mulch and a basket of Monopoly money
Eyes redder than autumn leaves that turn to oil for your favorite Bob Ross paintings

It's an immediate memorial to fending off the harbinger when ever day is picking through poison ivy for fruit to bare
We leave our handprints here in the wet cement so our children through transference can still relay the messages we've left

I've Hidden secrets in this art of mine
Hidden secrets in this art of mine
I've had to leave a couple folks behind
I had to leave a trail of yarn so I could find my way back in time

Muzzle all your gifts
To glutton is to breed a pig
A breed apart from being all you could become
Gather by the slaughterhouse take a number we'll accept payment when your time has come

All the witches and the sorcerers will wake on a convenient night
and sneak throughout the castle grounds hiding sabotage devices
Whether godsend or star-born or written through law and science

I've Hidden secrets in this art of mine
Hidden secrets in this art of mine
I've had to leave a couple folks behind
I had to leave a trail of yarn so I could find my way back in time

There is something discernibly intricate about holding homies close to you
And many nights you'll falter when you fear the ghouls have found you too
Track Name: Where The Road Bends Backwards (Feat. Valore)
I'm a guy wise by years beyond the configuration of my sample pad on default with the back-light off

Pulling ghosts in thralls from the pit of my pocket
Flowers engraved in my fames shiny new locket
Pocket monsters on the go whether or not streetlights glow
Found a 20 year old searching Ishra's Ark for his virtual pet's weight in gold

Splatter matter on my running tongue like ticker-tape speeding down the roadways of your inner peace's interstate

I can

Hold the worth of my words in the pit of my lungs and exhale old verbs only when the sun burns mans back where the road bends backwards
Track Name: SensoryOverload
They're absorbing my energy
(They're absorbing my soul)

Encased in the glass container of your observatory
Pristine pools of honeydew that expand into flavorful territories

As of yet
Undiscovered by
You
And yours
Accompanied by those who've
Lost control

We've been Fishing for whales in shark tanks

The hero who battled a
Dark fate
Queen takes the rook
Calls for the check
Mate

They syphon your grey matter with
An endless array of
Various advertisements and
Prescriptions depicted as sanctuaries with the front gate bent wide open

Im calling shenanigans on your mans and them
These gunshots don't resuscitate family members
The blame game can't call on all defenders
Dear defender
(Dear Defender.
We're begging for answers.
The data is draining.
The body count is)
Plastered
On the wall

Blacks and white and bolds and stripes
The hydra's heads are levitating off their necks and I am full of strife again

Brothers and strangers and foes and neighbors line intersections with bodies to preserve these pearly white pavements from the black blood of the sheeple who deem themselves slavish

And I swear to god I'm good enough to live
(Swear to god I'm good enough)
Swear to rap that I'm good enough
With my blunt tucked
And I promptly torched the effigies of my ego with an ancient talisman, a hexagram, a gram of purp and a swift hand

They're absorbing my energy
You're absorbing my energy
(They're absorbing my soul)
Track Name: Chao Garden
Tonight we gather

All our chi sitting in a Chao Garden setting
In the mellow forest meadow there's foreshadows of your reckoning.

I better bet on all horses with horrible puns that occupy the crows nest
Save for one
Salivating at the warm zest accompanied by the alpha feeling zen as the zeta fetches pita bread

I've got a deadhand
And I'm brain-dead
Keep my brain fed
With hallucinogens
And we're cruisin down 1st & Blues with the limbs loose like woah

I fashioned a necklace of Bear's teeth and hemp rope
No scope
All vision is clear

The land of Eden does grow the tree you seek, but it has no fruit to bear

A humble servant's serpent tail coiled loosely 'round the bars on the door to your padded cell
I'd sell my chance to peak your interests with a-thousand-syllable limericks and non-cohesive lyrics if it means I'll get the soul of my bowl pack packed and I can finally put some fucking canvases up for sale

Boogie-board around the wake of your wildest dreams and dip down to touch the bottom

(Some dream feasible)
Yeah, well some dream smart
Some lack the balls to operate vehicle
Wild warmth of your prosperity including inclination towards chasing the cover page and centerfold

But

I'd rather maneuver mazes just to claim both
Track Name: OhmWrecker (feat. Verbatim)
I saw a thousand venom-bearing bats circling around her energy
A zombified deity capable of restoring balance without vagrancy or alleviating horrible history with monogamy
We're in the depths of the maggot-peach

Beached whales on the sands at 10
Quarter past until the beast regains the hunting spirit once again

His spirit sprints into a wrecked home
Caller ID on the dead phone tone
Music droning forward
Death toll carried outward
Too many creepy-crawlies skittered by the border while monks with matted hair and battered mantras call out the oath to order
Track Name: 'Dem Bones
I compromised a con:
In two a construct, in two a compound
And used the megavolt brain cloud to pull your ancestors pubic hairs down

Free falling seed spitting mouths appropriate an aqueduct to serve water to the parched in the name of Aquaman's favorite sea-mount.

Carve my fams face into the mountains and start again with colored chalk and misguided intentions.
Did I mention I can turn your bestfriend into a deadpan
With a one-syllable word that explodes your world into sizzling golden glory like egg-whites on a saucepan?

We ain't tryin to rock dem bones
Dem bones
We ain't picking up the phone
The phone
We're flying architecture made of stone
Into glass homes

Here to burn the throne
And steal what we're rightfully owed

I witnessed the finesse of expressing your essence through your actions and felt a martyr would halt the traction
Left alone the bashful black bastard with a mask he couldn't offer to the herbs that sauntered improperly

You know
(Who we are)
You know
(We fear not)
You know
(Who we are)
(We rattle bones with the breath of the frost)

I fought a great white demon
Punched it square in the face
And wrestled sea snakes
Found a golden orb of happiness and let the light of the world seal my fate
Hunger for the blood of the brave fuels the THC in my veins, I wanna

Stand tall with the vagabonds and leave my personal calling card on the walls of the Great Hall
Bear's teeth
No holds barred, bar set, bar none
Fresh meat for the fight
Round one
Round won
With yet another lame verbal pun
And a nigga let the beat ride when he knows he's on one
Track Name: Leopard-Bat
Ticker-tape brainwaves in a vegetable state from inhaling too many vapes burned from multiple strains of grape

Bratty bats get brass knuckle tactics making contact with their spoiled-rotten asses
I'm spanking babies with a pen and a pad like your least favorite rap-step-dad

All hail Capt. Cuna charting unseen seas and courting Amazonian goddess with a wink of the eye and a click of the feet

I'll be your mind's eye-view into an enclosed room where two stoners play magician with the swoon of the accordion
No names with no masks, a few blitzed off the blitzkrieg bopper

Topped with courage for the venture towards the not-so-great outdoors
A little less stress on the backs of you and yours
A few feel blessed for the bit of love we've been offered up
Pick your grounds and staying strong & black, quite like a coffee cup

Bears frolic on the beach
Fighting kaiju downtown
Barrage of beautiful jazz sounds like

Ba duh dum dum
Duh dum dum dadada

Ba duh dum dum
Duh dum dum dadada

Flash no gold
Greet no demons
Bumpin around town with a passive smile and a blunt in my crown like

Ba duh dum dum
Duh dum dum dadada

Ba duh dum dum
Duh dum dum dadada

I'm often caught scoffing in the face of math
I spilled my myself verbatim
Just so you could mop the slippage up and lick the mop to taste the flavor

Rain dance around a fire pit
Ancient rappers spit in tongues like

Ba duh dum dum
Duh dum dum dadada

Ba duh dum dum
Duh dum dum dadada
Track Name: Gutter-Ball [Original Mix]
Pardon all my Martian speech
I'm new in town and searching for a chief to chief on

Count your blessings with ventriloquist's hands
Silent movement made by degenerate man from an apocalypse

Fam fuels my energy
Fam stuck a knife in the refrigerator drawings signed by the king of the castle named after hard labor
Imaginary flavors tasted like the blood on your broadest bladed glaive

Sip the sweetness

Pageantry is vivid in the eyes of all your friends strangers and neighborhood watch
Purveyors of the zenith seen it coming humbly from a mile away

That nigga's take over was written in the decaying arms of fortune-tellers who swapped secrets with the missing links during their wedding registry

I'm knocking blocks to throw the world on a tilt
Watch the slumdogs connect bone to bone in a living breathing prison they call home

Particle matter in your textbook has my attention span hooked on the sugar-cube bait
The cubicle is a death box I prefer to evade
Track Name: Shaking The Frame [sp00ks Remix]
Pardon all my Martian speech
I'm new in town and searching for a chief to chief on

Count your blessings with ventriloquist's hands
Silent movement made by degenerate man from an apocalypse

Fam fuels my energy
Fam stuck a knife in the refrigerator drawings signed by the king of the castle named after hard labor
Imaginary flavors tasted like the blood on your broadest bladed glaive

Sip the sweetness

Pageantry is vivid in the eyes of all your friends strangers and neighborhood watch
Purveyors of the zenith seen it coming humbly from a mile away

That nigga's take over was written in the decaying arms of fortune-tellers who swapped secrets with the missing links during their wedding registry

I'm knocking blocks to throw the world on a tilt
Watch the slumdogs connect bone to bone in a living breathing prison they call home

Particle matter in your textbook has my attention span hooked on the sugar-cube bait
The cubicle is a death box I prefer to evade