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Beartooth Collective presents: "ZenGarden" by cunabear.

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released May 1, 2017

Lyrics written, recorded, & performed by cunabear.

Tracks 1, 5, 7, 11, & 13 produced by Toucon.
Track 2 produced by [beatmasta.oknd].
Tracks 3 & 8 produced by psymun.
Track 4 produced by sp00ks.
Track 6 produced by Filthy Marvin.
Track 9 produced by Otsuka.
Track 10 produced by Supreme Dan.
Track 12 produced by Serge Crown.
Track 14 produced by Miikey.

Executive producer: Matthew Dass.

Special Thanks to you for listening.
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cunabear Tybee Island, Georgia

Patron Saint of Patron Saints.

Jazzy, lascivious, psychedelic rap.

EPK: beartoothcollective.wixsite.com/cunabear

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Track Name: Hidden, Forbidden, Holy Ground
Captain's Log
Ship's helm quickly approaching primal fog
Pick your slots
Bet on anything that's black and hope you can sway the odds
Food for thought
Possible light beam rotating in the distance
Call the dogs and doctors
Scientist can't offer a convenient pause

We've found ourselves beached upon the shores of the cathedral
Deep inside and underground is a cybernetic evil
Titled "Too many emotions for one human soul to stabilize"
So one by one we reached inside ourselves and gutted garbled drama a couple dozen times

This is where the torches march one by one into the twilight
Haunt a couple humble houses
Give a couple grown-ups Hokey Freight so they can treat their cellphone like a night light that absolves your sins with every head-nod

(Are you in a dream now?)
Yes I think so
(Is anything here real?)
Yes I think so
(Do you stand on Holy Ground?)
Yes I think so
(Do you know what you've found?)
Yes I think so

(Is this world a nightmare?)
No I think not
(Is anything worth this?)
No I think not
(Will you stay unhappy?)
No I think not
(Will you live and die here?)
No I think not

A trinity of hidden secrets spell the homeworld you'll return to
When the sun sets in the garden watch the tattoos on his skin move
And find themselves asphyxiated to the kind of strained frustrations that teach alchemists to bend moods at first sight of the full moon

Enter Sandman with a deadpan to drown your sleepy hollow sorrows in
Recollect yourself once you're awake on the other end of your praise and worship dance
Track Name: Commendable Spirit
I gargle pixie dust for Sunday brunch
Levitation's just a bonus, not a crutch
Too many losers abuse the power

When it comes time to crunch the cap'n's out at sea harpooning giant squids with crutches
I can spy the land-ho's double-dutchin' in the distance

Scally-wags with ample swag knocking you and yours into body bags faster than your Sonic Dash can crash your precious iPad
We got drones where we roam that monitor how bold we dare to build our homes and exactly how high we pile the gold

45 miles

In 45 months I'll walk my jewelry down the aisle
In 45 years I'll smelt your trinkets into idols
For 45 minutes I'll mold your mind into a vinyl
In 45 hours take a peek through the 6th eye hole

I scrub your many mini egos off the roof of the palooza using only metric rulers and Smurfette's favorite loofah
Crown the king with the crown jeweler
Reeds sing praises the gaze remains grainless battery powered brain with coffee stains plays aimless notes to gain saviors in the names of Hall Of Famers

I believe I hear
The trees
They tell the great tales
Of your
Commendable Spirit

I whisper through the wind
One breath
To share the great depths
Of your
Commendable Spirit
Track Name: Lady Luck & Bedpost Notches
I didn't ask for pleasure but

As one who loves to give and gives up love too much
Of course I fancy flights of a fancy with a couple stray doves
Payment wasn't more than passion for 10's before the nut bust

And I didn't get a nut bust

Lunch o' leftovers fed my cravings from directly off the "munchin' on the muff" truck

Fuckin' lame when the suckers always tend to suck before the suck is ever good enough

Either way I spied a bluff from the bluffs

Call it karma
Call it in between two types of luck whenever lust is code that's coated thick with lack of trust

I never ask for much

But I always catch the rip tide
Slip me off my feet before I spill guts out from inside
To keep the peace
Reside

Far as fuck away from anyone who could sway me to such insane terrain
Foreplay just ain't worth the games
The story goes "fuck these hoes" but the narrative is mad cliche

It happened to me too though
I don't trust people either
Often times regardless of demeanor
So what else can I say?
Track Name: Rite Of Spring
(Do you belong here?)

This is my home
I am home
(Welcome home)
Where I belong

Trust in my prowess
I seem unbalanced
But I'm stronger
Than these mortals

If I'm the devil
I can do what I want
I've got a talent
That I want to flaunt

Watch me fold into a sunburst
I can combust on purpose
Prod my side with lances
I give no second chances
(Except to you)

I can taste your love
It takes over my heart
No part of my soul is not bare
I've given all that I am

I'm sorry for what I've become
In time I will change the outcome
For now I remain on this throne
Patron Saint of All The Unknown
As blossoms begin to unfold
The rite of spring claims all I own

I hope you find your way home
Track Name: Caterpillar Caskets
The rumors of your demise
Have been foretold throughout time
As we approach the horizon line
Watch as the foresight bends your spine

Realign to watch the stars die slow
As the fungi grows to encompass all that bears knowledge from which the fruit of all laziness unfolds

And when your chair breaks beneath you as you sway and rock
Count a thousand years back to witness what de-evolution has wrought

These devils festers in a similar hand basket to the lambs who's land was reformed through acts so tragic that the idea of changing your ways at all seems drastic

Can you evolve into a new kind of man?
Will you shift forms to formulate a new plan?
My man
Lemme show you how to can-can
Cause you can!

Wings stretch in silence as I sigh and greet the sun
Son, I've never been the best one
Son, I've let my dark hood hang on

My caterpillar casket
Shed my skin to extract
A new state of being and swagger
In fact
My resolve remains remotely controlled and fairly intact
Watch me back handspring into a vat of vanilla scented dreams
Double back on them selfish schemes and only take licks if it's for the right team

Can you evolve into a new kind of man?
Will you shift forms to formulate a new plan?
My man
Lemme show you how to can-can
Cause you can!

Watch my wings flutter like a motherfucker
I can flaunt rings and show off a lil somethin'
Make the crowd sing with his light upon em
Never find a gruff-voiced, better-knowing, tougher lover
Track Name: AntiSocial
High upon the plateau of unusual reasoning is the King of Giants
Sleeping in a redwood tree

It's simply grown apparent to me that I prefer the solidarity of solitude
Adds a tiny dash of 'Less 'tude more dude' to your Sunday afternoon meal from WholeFoods
Pumping nervousness & irrational patterns through a feeding tube towards this cadaver turned rapper

And I know it seems I'm dressed a little dapper to be such a chronic napper but in my dreams I repurposed Napster to send beats into deep space through NASA

It seems a little uncommon
That 3/5 of the black men living on an island feel isolated from the Pride Lands
But I'm antisocial anyways so it's nothin dope but puffs of smoke if my entry's been denied me

Privacy-prone
Anti-Social
No golden throne
Catch me at home

Prefer life
In my comfort zone
Ghosts in my throat
Cold feet, bold soul

I hold my worst fears to light so I can absorb the transparency
The chemistry involved got me questioning my trajectory
Goblins catapulting all our logical reasoning into the seas


Privacy-prone
Anti-Social
No golden throne
Catch me at home

Prefer life
In my comfort zone
Ghosts in my throat
Cold feet, bold soul
Track Name: Flamingo's Lagoon
I
Wipe a million middle men's slates clean in a puff of smoke
My
Nappy crown emblazoned 'mookie' on my throat
In blazing blue flames licking up my hopes to torch the wick just once and exhale once more to let it go

Let the wind blow
Pink feathers into the heavens
So I can roam with birds who prey on the hearts of men

To cope
I lend my devils an even ledge
With all my triumphs
Adjacent to home, knowingly named after his opus

O push me
Towards the ledge myself and gather scientists to measure my undulating trajectory

Born into a fully bloomed life in the midst of all lifelessness and feared it as foreign weaponry
Purposefully hued a darker undertone to let the colors grow
And show off of their own accord

Watch a cub get grown on the same day he gives up hope
It's like that old story goes

Tore a hole in all he grew to know to face what he thought was a burden meant for him alone and lit the blunt when the siren's songs grow too old to fold to

And now approaching lands unknown begrudgingly forces form to hobble up the shore

Silent silver wings extend from mutants to add chemical x to the solution
If only the barricades around the town would raise their mental gates and posi-posture weighed his heavy heart less heavy in time to level the field

Maybe the victory cake would taste great
It might be worth the wait but you could change the stage and see the beloved decay of the stars on tonight's episode of "What It Takes To Define When You've Actually Made It"
Track Name: HER
(Her!)
A Valkyrie dressed in her Sunday Best with a treble clef resting above the left breast
(Her!)
She vocalizes opera style without accepting instinct as an excuse for being wild
(Her!)
Float like a wasp and rest easy like a bumble bee, humbly, pardon me
(Her!)
She makes me smile

Yo

Two ice-climbers attached at the pick-axe
Power to the powerful who gift their loved ones with knick-knacks
Sit back and imagine this
A blissful kind of wistfulness without the ignorance

The will of a wisp catch the whole heart up brisk into flicking licks, quick
Let the doves fly, but I taught mine to use swift so I know if it's named Cupid that my shot won't miss

(Her!)

Hold hands while we hang from cliffs
Hold your mans by the leash
Hold your girl by the hips it's
(Her)

Not a damsel in distress
Homegirl is well equipped and capable of gnarly tricks
No sweat
No stress
Molds her own monsters to be imaginary at best

Known to rock her own kinds of colors
Ingenuity within poetry
Bird flocks to no band of brothers
She wraps a wrap while I rap about a whole bunch of subjects
And without her by my side my tummy would always remain grumbly

It's (Her!)
A Valkyrie dressed in her Sunday Best with a treble clef resting above the left breast
(Her!)
She vocalizes opera style without accepting instinct as an excuse for being wild
(Her!)
Float like a wasp and rest easy like a bumble bee, humbly, pardon me
(Her!)
She makes me smile

Her smile is my favorite thing
I'd give it all for m'lady
When my days are grey
I can rely on m'lady

(Her!)
She makes me
Track Name: Oh, Cuna!
I push the water out a camel's hump with one hand
All blues singing outta black lungs
Sending prayers for rain water under a hot sun

Tasty kinds of lifelessness inserted silently
to the business plans

I never met another man I knew to breed my equals
I never met another ape who wrote the scriptures of the sequel
I never met another man
I'd label truly honest workers by the grit of their grin and then shrug with chagrin at each of their untrustworthy kin

Dark
Clouds to the sky as a genie turns the world cold
Barren flatland without a monument to billfold

5 minutes to rebellion
I'm Calling all hellions
Swallow coal and bedrock to watch the sinkholes settle in
Cement mixer to landlock the delegates

(Lookin' good?)
Hella straight & irreverent

Watch her bartering for martyr's food at the Thunderdome
Knocking martyrdom at Thor's door
Partied till the lungs swole

I sword-dance with eyesores
Take a light arrow to the narrowed down weak points and mount the head of an Eyegore in the foyer

Know your guts never really amounted much, chump

Take no tours here, but I'll run through a tour and take two more for the whole year

No your guts never amounted to much chump

High flyin' is the white flag you'll ever see
According to Wimp-Lo bleeding means I caught the victory

Secret keepers peep on my dreams to try and decipher whether or not I've got a side-piece

Treat me like your specialty candy and place me on display with fancy colors and spotlighting

Oh Cuna!

They're calling out for Ursa Majora
Patron Saint of Patron Saints
Rubs off minora scrubs who dare to knock the jewel from off its stoop and set the boobytraps a-loose
Looks aloof until it's time to do my dance and then I'm 20 pigeons looser than the losers who think my style flew the coop

Oh Cuna!
Make these mountains move sooner
Carry all my burdens and hold a peace sign for the weakest link
Use my art and use my rhyme
You spend a dime you get a two-for

I act with no force and make the biggest waves pull yours
Under where we plundered

Now my shoes are gold and stupid
My homie Stupid grew his wig out
Now he's blowing glass-dragons like a glass-blowing dragon

That's some advanced jargon

I pull asunder rap and poetry to play a line about taking grammatical pardons

Ain't it gnarly how he's rockin'
When they're callin'

Oh Cuna!

They're calling out for Ursa Majora
Patron Saint of Patron Saints
Rubs off minora scrubs who dare to knock the jewel from off its stoop and set the boobytraps a-loose
Looks aloof until it's time to do my dance and then I'm 20 pigeons looser than the losers who think my style flew the coop

Oh Cuna!
Make these mountains move sooner
Carry all my burdens and hold a peace sign for the weakest link
Use my art
Use my rhyme
You spend a dime you get a two-for

Oh Cuna!
Track Name: By The Waterfall's Edge
Meet me
by
the
water
fall's edge

I
will
seal
your
fate
there

You have
come
to
meet the
true
you

They have
know
ledge
you
could
use

I
am
the
gatekeeper

I
determine
who may
pass
here

If you are worthy
you may find your peace

If you are worthy
you may find your zen

You
are a
mortal
man

You
come
Here
Full of
sins

Cleanse
your
inner
self

Leave
your
past
behind you

If you are worthy
you may find your peace

If you are worthy
you may find your zen

Enter the garden
at your own risk

You may
lose your mind here
Track Name: To Wash Your Fears Away
Look at what I've done
And all that I've become
I empty all my lungs
Before the rising sun
And when your time has come
I wish to be the one
To wash your fears away
To wash your fears away

(Ooooooo)

To wash your fears away
I'd give up everything
To share the kind of love
You never knew you knew
Before the setting sun
Before our time is up
I'll wash your fears away
Track Name: Blossomer
I'm a blossomer
Watch my petals fall
See me as I swirl
See my roots grow strong

I'm a blossomer
Watch my stalk extend
See my leaves unfurl
Hear my holy song

Watch my flowers cover you
As I grant this gift of mine
One moment of zen
Extend it till the end of time

Hold on heavy earth
Hold a sacred breath
Let it warm your soul
Console you when you’re cold