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Jazz Cabbage

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released December 16, 2016

Tracks 1(Terrarium), 2, 5, 6, & 9 produced by TVPES
Tracks 1 (Reverse The Rotation), 3, 7, 8, & 10 produced by sp00ks.
Track 4 (part 1) was produced by TVPES, (And part 2 by Vinay Arora).
Lyrics and Vocals written, recorded, and performed by cunabear.

*Track 6 (Tugboat Complex) originally written by Aesop Rock

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cunabear Tybee Island, Georgia

Patron Saint of Patron Saints.

Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

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Track Name: Terrarium/Reverse The Rotation
One hand
organizing Christmas dinner centerpiece
Other hand
harvesting the innards of my enemies

Basic training
escaped on a luxurious jet plane
towards the volcano of your ancestors where they sacrifice on Saints Day

I'm exploding with ANX and holding lanterns to heartless
let their freak plants flourish and exhale copious stardust

My fingers stay dirty lately
Had to creep upon a come up just to overthrow the overlord and overcome

Some personal obstacles dipping big toes in my kiddy pool
Others quote the chronicles and rename hostage-friends and fans as simple-minded fools

A nigga holds his burdens in his stomach till the curdling
Spew them on the inattentive drones who've caught themselves stuck back to back in the splash zone

Act grown on a Wednesday when the wind don't play

Don't phone home

I've been called a freak of nature when the pen and the sword stab at the same page
At the same time
On the same stage
With a sack of marbles he earned by increasing his bartering skills

Not known as average

Under pressure known to perish near his fathers parish

Maybe one day the hoodlums escape and wax Wayne's Pearl watching Wayne's World on the way to Paris to play a show and hangout with some Paris girls

I heard the mademoiselle raps

I went to the louvre and smoked a log in the back
Cuna wants a cat
But the boy is a bear
a bit too aware to be snared in a trap
Truly unlucky but finds solace in the act
Still want me a cat that's all black
Deep down my metalhead soul in tact
Act before I think before I think before I act

Therefore wait until the timing is right

Beartooth and they don't know where we're at
Knocking down barriers with baseball bats
Track Name: Wake'N Bake
Roll up
tough nuts
Knuckle up when the bulls buck

I am not afraid to fuck a fucker up when his golem complex is fuckin up

Born accomplice to the game
Watch him live and die with Phoenix grace and no fame

People aren't perfect and in fact we're all the same
I host a horde of whores on horses serving you judgement along side poisoned porridge

Play a game
Tie the world to a brand name
Tug a boat across the water
If it falters alter desire
Trade it in for one that's much more fire

Leave my legacy steaming

Cross connect between not trying and not succeeding
If you hold a fish responsible for its inability to fly you aren't noticing how silently it strides through water
Some preferences aren't easily bartered but it's easier to see worth in its own habitat than in a stasis tank observed by motherbrain until Doomsday

So says the doomsayers and harbingers

Anyway,
either way I've come across far too many of those who would rather see results than traverse the treasures of learning the code

You have to wake before you bake
(Wake before you bake)
You have to wake before you bake
(Wake before you bake)

Roll up
tough nuts
Knuckle up when the bulls buck

I am not afraid to fuck a fucker up when his golem complex is fuckin up

Born accomplice to the game
Watch him live and die with Phoenix grace and no fame

People aren't perfect and in fact we're all the same
I host a horde of whores on horses serving you judgement along side poisoned porridge
Track Name: Bronzer
'Chivalry is dead' sang the harpy
She caught me by surprise and dangled me over the oceans down near Dover
with her talons and my ankles slowly losing closure
And I'm starting to feel like shark feed

I chose a swan dive position
Aligned with the stars doing lines of rhymes at the dive-bar
Grubsteak on pointed ends
One for each nautical heart

Struggle against weather at the watering hole
Where every everyman gets his presence a new sense of recognition with some fresh food and fodder for the toddlers at the pic-a-nic
Sink or swim or suntan competitively with sultans till they throw the towels on

Oops time to throw the towel in

Only javelins reaching the feeding bins in unison belong to the niggas in close proximity to his actual vernacular enough to read aloud the rhymes as they're written down
Text to thumb
Is like
Pad to pen evolved inside the cage and divulged with these hip hop brain stems a game plan

Evacuation is imminent and I'm swimming in significance so maybe I'll just stay put for a moment more and watch the waves creep calmly back and forth from shore

Battle squad always includes Typhlosion, Gengar, Gardevoir, Swampert, Dragonite & Venusaur

Solar Beamer
Leave foes bronzer,
cleaved and cleaned
Wet washed and dried with a Stanley Steamer

Catch the Collective
Planting goons and shrooms in your Chrysanthemum Garden
Sampled the appropriate vinyl selection
Added to your favorite collection
Assault with a psychedelic jazzersized weapon
Nothing offered but blessings
Cop a 1-Up
Swapped a cop for a teacher and bring your Devils a dove
Perfection
And nothing less than

Patron Saint of Patron Saints
Richest man alive and he never had a paper chased
Except the page he exchanged for a canvas
Blank until the beat drops
Watch him sway with the hips
Watch him rock with the hops
Track Name: Where's North From Here?
I go runnin’ runnin’
Round and round and round
Cherry-pick
My favorite parts
Of who I wanna sound
Apart from
Taste all the plates
That my homies brought
And I brought one
For my plus one

Mighty duck duck geese aligned along the table-side
Say a prayer for the mash
In case I die with premature causation meant to seat me apart from all the adults who eat with patience

Look at that spread
Your boy is starving for the artistry
It's sickening to sit upon the fallen trees while I smoke two for every dozen set of rings

Peel the bark off my sappy skin and breathe in the oxygen

(My leaves are choosing to commit to memory loss and blew off somewhere in the direction of the dearly departed department)

Bleed a little deeper Spartacus
Harvest the strengths you've been growing underground
(With a profound bucket to carry all these gems in)
We dump them out
To sift through sins and stems and seeds

Roll my discography into a joint
Chief accordingly
Breathe easier
But
speak a little morbidly
Plot your progress by the album sales and not the music's point
Just to find yourself paralyzed when these lightning rods touch joints

Cook your meat to the cut
and leave you out until you're spoiled, charbroiled

Watch those crispy fuckers toil in the sun light

Hustle by the daylight
Duck outta the limelight

I can taste your sweet lust
Coddle me like a child and burn my flesh with your touch
Whenever your around is never enough
I think I'm never enough
I think I'm never enough
For anyone

I pause to grab your attention
Attendance to show was optional but thank you for the ascension
My knees grow weak as I approach the button

What good is living the dream if you're always asleep
I
give up the unnecessarily explainable valuables just to
dance how I want to

Some days I just might give up
Some days I might toughen up
Some days I'm higher than fuck
Some days I'm down on my luck
Track Name: Apologies, I Have None
Cassette-shaped caskets all in a row
Enthralled in the messages written by the crows
Carnival at sunset where we gather round the dragon's den
Hurling spears of fine fire until the monsters hoist the gold higher than the white flag doused in red wine

Ghost dogs howling
Hunger for the conscious meat
Dumb
Numb
Skeletons
Nerves of steel were left with no foundation

Founded by the former host of the once-titled Holy Smokes
Decomposers munching fervently at the arms toes and throat as things consequently tend to go

Quality control called for quality control and now the content managers are shaken up

Quality control called for quality control and now the guardians watch the tower and put all sentries on patrol

We wait for the word from allies who fought the good fight before us and hope we make it through the night
So we sing the chorus

Take me
Make me
You can't break me
I won't fall for
Just anybody's lies
you see?

We seek shelter from the acid rain
Impartial to who leaves and who stays
These days
I pray
To find stability my own way
Impervious to nay-sayers
lay-to-wasters or lying-waiters
Attack the block with a purple Z-Saber

Cuna and the goons hunt by the moonlight and serve you soul food with golden bibs and spoons
Tastes like candy for breakfast and mushrooms at noon
Track Name: Jazz Cabbage
I arrive on this plane
By all limbs
I am form of man
Watch me as
I Bend wills
Psilocybin host my body
Like a ghost
Let them haunt me

Frolic in the forest
let the animals become me
Cross the beams at the horizon
Sip your liquor
Sloshing words and swapping swords with flickering lip lickers while we watch the fire-spitters
Stutter nonsense
With no breath
We hold hands and

Circle round the Ring of Fire
Circle round the Ring of Fire
Praise the nature of the beast and taste relief beneath the swamp water
Magicmen and Gypsie Dancers conjuring camaraderie with the ritual
Alter the visuals

A horned owl takes watch over the forest dwelling
Horrors crawl from underground
And feast upon the stars that fall before them as the poison seeps into the blood and rearranges fractals right before you

I am the dragon made of leaves in a forest with no trees

We come in peace with seasons greetings
Holding holy hands while we dance for rain

Watch the flames burn through the downpour and smolder earth beneath our feet

Circle round the Ring of Fire
Circle round the Ring of Fire
Praise the nature of the beast and taste relief beneath the swamp water
Magicmen and Gypsie Dancers conjuring camaraderie with the visuals
Alter the ritual

Guiding light approach the path you choose and let the forest pull until you're swallowed by the essence of the nature you've unfolded
In the morning
The sun greets the body

I arrive on this plane
By all limbs
I am form of man
Watch me as
I Bend wills
Psilocybin host my body
Like a ghost
Let them haunt me

Circle round the Ring of Fire
Circle round the Ring of Fire
Praise the nature of the beast and taste relief beneath the swamp water
Magicmen and Gypsie Dancers conjure camaraderie with the ritual
Alter the visuals