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Mikal kHill:
another cold winter but i'm back to burn
everybody got an ego that I'm about to hurt
give you the cold shoulder like a lover spurned
but i get it already, and the respect is earned
spun a couple records, now the tables turned
spun all your fables, now the lessons learned
graveyard shift, i'm digging up my past
held onto my stomach till hurt got the last laugh
held my hands white knuckled through the Whole crash
and nowadays stack credit can't get the cash
acid bath cannonball make the splash
pissing off my old homies like a damon dash
i understand, we get the joke
but you cast illusions in a haze of smoke
i was there at the starting line ready to blaze for folks
first mistake was what that you ever spoke.
DJ Mo Niklz:
You think that's funny (it's a panic)
I'm out here risking my neck for you
What are you doing? Singing and dancing!
Story of greed, sex, murder
Parts that I don't like?
I'm gonna edit out.
My god, it'll be beautiful.
Mikal kHill:
the best advice i ever got was kill your heroes
roll with a crew of like minded weirdos
naysayers come aground neglect to hear those
raise your voice but still speak real clear though
if worse comes to worse you gotta scorch the earth
never let 'em shortchange you on what you're worth
play through the pain, endure the hurt
remember who it was for when you wrote the verse
don't write the song to be understood
it's a line of breadcrumbs in a haunted wood
when you can hear the wolves round on every side
make it the bottle of fire, tell 'em you were born to die
no matter how dark it is when you're in the middle of nowhere
you'll always know, you got fam who's been there.
death tries to hold you, grab his hand to dance
life is what happens when you're fucking up other people's plans.
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Mikal kHill:
We're always outnumbered, never outsmarted
still got red palms from tangling with the half-hearted
halfwits that made fronting into an artform
scared to step sideways to confront their silly norms
I lived my life from the bottom up
wish I could revisit my childhood home, leave it a charred husk
last time the glass was half full i spilled the whole cup
businesscard says whatever pays, you couldn't pay me enough
so the field is null, sorting the columns best i can
blood pouring out the knuckles both of hands
carved my own path had to eat my own breadcrumbs
swore from the first wouldn't forget where i came from
powdered milk and block cheese
mom working all day just to try to manage to feed the rest of the family
while my dad was locked up a mental health facility,
just goes to show cats will never be as ill as me.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
By the time the damn breaks we'll all be drowning in the blood.
(No matter where I go, I'm always an outsider).
Random:
They say a nail that sticks out gets hammered,
Picked on and Slandered , by those who don't understand it
My birth wasn't planned I was planted upon this planet, and sandwiched,Tween a rock and a hard place
My homies wanted to be Scarface
Didn't stay too long
It's as if they all somehow missed the denouement
and I Didn't have beautiful penmanship
Cuz I was Counting my bruises and blemishes
Left all my teachers confused by the images
That I would always induce in my sentences
Now it's..Haters, naysayers, family target your dreams
They think the trauma I've endured is a marketing scheme
Nerd core real hip hop either or
Accolades are irrelevant no one is keeping score
They feel the music as if it's seeping deep in the pores,
The Defeated beaten torn, that's who I'm speaking for
Ran with the cool kids but they were too bossy,
Chilled with the geeks, but they were all softies,
But trying to walk the line turns out to be costly,
I Keep my goals lofty and forever stay frosty
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Mikal kHill:
when i was little i'd visit dad up in the mental ward
issues coursing through my veins, just a matter of time the wires short
back to thinking the worst and doing the wrong thing
matter of course, it fuels the songs that i sing
my only therapy another spoke in the wheel
just a matter of time it turns around to how i feel
in the worst way
remember walking in the rain on my birthday
happy circle knew the bubble'd burst in the first place
fist clinched with the baseball bat
worst case scenario already planned for that
carving out my name, an empty hole in my heart
in a court room in my twenties facing a bogus charge
songs start to blend together, nothing but numb
picking up speed, blacked out woke up they ask where i came from
and i guess the real answer is one i'll never end up knowing
but really that's secondary to where it is that i'm going
Hook:
It seems everybody's running from something
but pessimism is a prison to me
you're never looking to escape when you're living between the devil...
between the devil and the deep blue sea
Dr. Awkward:
Half the time I don't have shit to say
The other half the time I wish the former was the case...
Tied down to reality, I'm bound with no escape
Man I'm fucked all kinds of ways, my life is "Fifty Shades of Gray"
They say the pain is how the disconnected always know what's real
Sometimes I think it's better not to feel
That's why I'm here in this hellhole, Talking to doctors
That at first impressions wrote us off as lost causes
Take a sip of the Whiskey, this living is tricky
They tell me that I got lucky, that someone'd miss me
That people out there love me and that I would make them victims
But since I hit the hospital no one's been to visit
When they told me I was lost, I had the realization
No matter what the path we gonna reach the destination
My roommate always seems the calmest when I hear him saying
They ain't stop us from the end they just taught us to be patient
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Adam WarRock:
Seasonal affective disorder in full effect, but like the opposite
Cuz for sandals and sunscreen, I ain’t an optimist
Not like I have been, even when the blue skies clear
Check the weather report, cuz what we bout to do right here
We bout to rain on your parade, and bring the ants to the picnic
Cheat at the three legged race, the team you wanna stick with
NOFRIENDS, not even blood relatives get a pass in the streets
Cuz at a family reunion, we start beef
That goes for all y’all, wiffleball bat beat every one of y’all
Drop the top on the convertible, then you hear the thunder squall
Rap game statler and waldorf, grumpy old men
Make the Jack Lemonade, while he’s scowlin’ like Walter Mathau
So stop the talk of pretty sunsets and barbecues
I wanna see it rain on your party dude ,
I wanna see the ground open up and start eating like everyone one of you
to that special place where it’s hotter than even the summer, true
Chokeules:
How am I supposed to breathe when tomorrow's post could read/
Rest In Peace Chokeules, died of heat stroke disease/
Damn, sun, look what you did to me/
I'm on my knees screaming "Oh, the humidity!"/
Air is tight, sticking to me like a parasite/
Like they yelled "Excelsior!" at Celsius or Fahrenheit/
Started from the bottom now we're stuck/
Wishing it was autumn but my whole crew burning up/
CIty smells like a garbage pail, kid/
This ain't the party that we wanted, Will Smith/
Fitzgerald and Joplin rocking live records/
But real summertime's more like Sublime records/
Not good, hot hood on your ride/
Try a Luke Duke slide, melt a hole in your side/
I want cool hands y'all, not sweaty palms/
No Acey? I'm P.E.A.C.E., Already Gone/
Mikal kHill:
I got that summertime sadness back to the hot badness
still wearing jeans and all black matter of fact
it's the abomniable flow man tossing sand back in your eyes
why try, ask me to make plans i'm making an alibi
i'm lamping in my house not trying to feel the suns rays
you guys can kick it at the park i'm not trying to to get that cancer in my face
i'd rather kick it with my dudes that hate it just like i do
i heard there's a heat wave coming i got some ac to chill in with my crew
and we're gonna do two things: drink a lot and play wii-u
and it's fine if you wanna play volleyball, you go ahead and do you
you know how kHill rolls, i'm so fresh so clean
cause i avoid outdoor activity like the fucking ice King
but i'll be doing my thing and plotting the rest of my scheme
building building a freeze ray to stop the world, you know what i mean
living the dream, that means my team's far from society
brooding on my onyx throne, nofriends black flag beside of me.
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Dopey Ziegler:
listen, real rap, no similes
frickin neat, is or isn't? is indeed!
khill is a busy bee and pacing out my silky steez
animate the heater, check the in-betweens, i'm flipping sheets
watch the throne, still i'm sitting in an iller seat
el pachuco, nexus 6, finna spit in cityspeak
get a sixteen written, then i sit and sift and fix the deets
accept defeat? never, since i picked a beat and sicced my peeps
leave a rapper ill at ease, angling for maybe peace
macklemore is fagin, sheikh--bang you out your make-believe
give a remy's anus if he's aiming for some hateful speech or cranium's are vacant
y'all should pray, the way my patience leaks
y'all should pay for me to say the type of shade i think
stay evading AV-bladed haters who just play as link
i'm a jaded geek, sapient, this ain't caprice
when i predate and savor the buffet until your clade's extinct
Hook:
you wanna tell 'em what it is
i'm gonna tell em what it isn't
the last thing i'd do is lie to try to get with it
worked into an ulcer in the belly of the beast now
you' still wringing you're hands,
we'll still be holding it down.
Mikal kHill -
since the dawn of man
the son of sam i am with the master plan
sheeva opens her arms but bear hugs leave her saying damn
bad time kids stay mean throwing hands
pulling foul shit invaders ina foreign land
don't need that grimetime, i sideline and keep my style free
my time grimtime with a cold glare to put you ill at ease
flow so dope krokodil users left begging me please
methadone addicts begging me for hot sixteens
but not ill enough to get my dad to stop the same old things
or mom to set the bottle down and let her liver be
, so here's a toast to the memories a drink brings
and to the dopest sad song singer to ever whisper the words that god wrote me
you can quote me in fact i'd kinda prefer it
and if you got enough in that flask i'd even happy to slur it
came here for a good time, well guess what? i didn't
i came here to do my thing and you can fuckin' deal with it.
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Timbuktu:
_no ones safe the symphincs/
blowing up the spot this kid is tim laden/
spread like a plauge the shit is bubonic/
the flu bug out the boom box you got it/
_raps's reckless mass infectious/
mobs in the streets and they can't arrest us/
wild west shit desperate despots/
aggressive iron grip eat that ass for breakfast/
Ghettosocks:
no I'm not sexist this is called art/
criticize my tunes while I sell em outta wall mart/
fuck around and catch me posted up where the blondes are/
babes outta this world no Roberta Bondar/
the gods known to get a little head like a false start/
and kill a couple rappers in the grass with a lawn dart/
wake up hella early in a tux made of aardvark /
and wrap up my job interview with a long fart/
Nem:
This is not a game or a gimmick, we rockin' full throttle and we gettin' it (gettin it)
You gon' know my name when I finish, so pop open a bottle 'cuz Im gettin it (gettin' it)
Rise up! Better know who you dealin' wit
Get louder! Lemme know that you feelin it
Cant stop us! Now you know that we gettin' it
Gettin it (x3)
Mikal kHill:
ayo born under a bad sign, glomgold levels of grime
on the amazon mine grind till i die but running out of time
set myself up for the last laugh:
did 10 sommersaults and piroutted and flipped backwards right into a blood bath
devil came down to charlotte, he was working A&R
said add some trap hi-hats and i could go far
you living in a glass house, getting stones ready to throw
what's a couple rocks, i lived my life as a tornado.
Sulfur:
Wait yo--
We goin blow for blow on the beat
PA like a furnace, everybody feel the heat
Know they gonna taste defeat if they step to mine
Wrap about ya neck with the fishing line
What's ya sign? Think your horoscope is wrong
Suggestin you'll be breathin by the end of this song
Actin chicken, need to take your ass back in the coup
Call yourself the shit-- Your really just poop
Nem:
This is not a game or a gimmick, we rockin' full throttle and we gettin' it (gettin it)
You gon' know my name when I finish, so pop open a bottle 'cuz Im gettin it (gettin' it)
Rise up! Better know who you dealin' wit
Get louder! Lemme know that you feelin it
Cant stop us! Now you know that we gettin' it
Gettin it (x3)
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Mikal kHill:
challenge your audience
change the game a couple times
flip the script or otherwise you're just wasting the rhymes
i mean, it's true I got the level maxed out
running round flipping out on the internet fools now
maybe you wanna step up with magic cards
or maybe you wanna join me marching next week holding placards
maybe you think you can see me in a game of super mario 3
or maybe you wanna join me at book club for some feminist readings?
My politics lean just a little past left
i think i'm the only anarcho-socialist in nerdcore, right?
but anyway, yeah, call me out however you can man
between rounds of Mortal Kombat I'm reading Emma Goldman
but, look i'm not trying to get labeled as an extremist
you can ask jesse dangerously i remain the once and future meanist
evolution is growth, i seek knowledge and seize it
and you're left with a modifier of negative three.
MC Frontalot:
You don’t have to be aggressive about it,
get all stressed and you shout out, “Can I get my shit a little louder?
I’m trying to convince these crown princes of apathy
to pay more attention to life’s rich tapestry!”
Maybe better you just slip it in their consciousness,
trick em into thinking that they’ll never face a consequence
for being audience-members and standers-by.
But on the way home, minds get randomized.
Fall asleep thinking what if everything I know is wrong?
Earlier tonight I heard a song,
rapper said he’d take me on, face to face Connect Four.
Now I donno what he meant. Rewind, selector!
Les:
Ay yo, I get it - still a tad bit pathetic.
You're tryin’ to get a date, I'm tryin’ to do this here for credit.
Show, fa’ sho’ I've got this mastered in degrees Mister Fantastic couldn't see.
To stretch my mind to stretch your mind is the work that's assigned to me
to do right from sun to moon light,
I study. You write 'cause – let me guess - that you like
the money that's discussed but, funny, never seen.
It's ugly cause the stream of rev' is from other means.
Don't get me wrong: ain't nuttin’ wrong wit' sellin jeans
But is your tune a promo song, or song that shows that you emcee,
wit’ lotsa shit to get across to a group of real hungry fiends?
You think it's coke that I mean, but I'm talkin’ 'bout eggs wit beans.
That's the challenge that I take on – make y'all
think differently. My POV's to make Art. Pays off
quite consistently. I disbelieve all claims on staid thoughts
makin’ bigger cheese. An iller steeze is "Brain On" - takes balls.
Hey y'all--
Challenge Your Audience
Cause that's the job. No way to give it up or pass it off to last at all.
Challenge Your Audience
Wit’ these tunes so you don't suffer obscurity and fade real soon. Straight truth.
Challenge Your Audience
Prime Directive, if you're tryin’ to connect wit peeps and find respect up in this scene.
Challenge Your Audience
Cause that's the job. No way to give it up or pass it off.
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kidDEAD:
Hey yo, the king of the sad rap is back
Burning backpacks in the backyard pour out gasoline flasks
The sun is shining, but there's no rainbows
Pain stays plain clothes
Undercover run my name to try and claim flows
Their brain froze
Orange Lazarus
To speak is hazardous
When you lack the proper adjectives,
words can't be your catalyst
Running dumb, dummy puns
In the sun, I saw a reflection off a solar flare and knew my time had come
Come one, come all
Yeah, the empire will fall
Like JNCO jeans without a belt
An embarrassment to yourself
Not to mention bad intentions
You lackin the proper vision
Just a middle man from life and death
But, maybe you really did your best
Maybe you really made your mark
Not just an asshole like tony stark
Go take long walks thru the park and think about where it starts
Lots of regrets to be had
You can change your mind about every one
Or just think about all the ways to kill yourself without a gun
Shane Hall:
Shane Hall keep it serious but sloppy
brain y’all till you’re delirious like poppies
people wanna use they posse as a proxy
really wanna stop me but ain’t got the moxy
carbonated, suited up actin bossy
you deflated, really suck that’s how ya lost me
envigorated to do it up now just watch me
don’t think I got the gumption but assumptions are costly
shabby dudes grab mics to mock me
but these scrappy doo’s ain’t got the height to box me
it’s arm’s length, doin dances like I’m Fosse
sardonic wit to enhance the melancholy
a dark comic shit taking my chances at a folly
I am what I am so it doesn’t matter what ya call me
walk the walk,talk the talk buit it ain’t posi
laugh an awful lot waka waka call me fozzie
Mikal kHill:
honestly chuckling while they claim to bomb atomically
lately I get hostile even when facing my own colleagues
preposterous to see another mc chewing devil-weed
garbage metaphors about a triangle thats isosceles
laugh hysterically team derelict dreaming: prosperity
in the breadline mean mugging the guards stare at me
i don't care, you see? i told you already how it was going
now i'm on an ocean spinning in circles, alone and rowing
birds overhead do vultures really fly so far
exit strategy to kill myself holding The Bell Jar
i guess i fell far hit every branch on the way down
charlie brown, holding the football with a terse word and a frown
now now, cut open, the insides fall all rotten
i spoiled the ending for myself, more words i've forgotten
the captain tied to the mast laughing the whole way to the bottom
burned out faster than dry leaves in the sun of autumn
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Schaffer the Darklord:
Well it's been ten years since I went in fear on a mission
The captain of a solo expedition
And it goes so slow though I'm following thrills
I'm going yo ho ho and a bottle of pills
So I can cope with what I go through, so true
All hands on deck are two, no crew
And no white whale, no known safe route
Taking on water, I don't bother to bail out
'Cause I know how this ends, friend, I signal distress and
Then pirates are sent, I just remember what Jess said
When I see the hovering birds
"All our fam on every world, all we have is our word"
If I strive, survival's assured, or so at least I've heard
Every course I've set has sent me headed for icebergs
I stay afloat, forward, never rowing ashore
I sail alone, laying lower than the ocean floor
Hook [Sang while swaying]:
We're back on board the sinking ship.
Mikal kHill:
it's almost been ten years since they came for me
and i'm still waiting for a second vist, see
i narowly escaped but that's just the thing
once they've got you, you're never really free
who's bitter? i'm not bitter i'm simply always mad as hell
i first boarded the ship when the haunted brig set sail
a slow ride to nowhere strapped to the broken mast
they made me captain when i laughed out loud last
so where we gonna go? we're going straight to the bottom
sought solace my whole life, but you can't forget where you came from
wanted to catch one but when my limit break finally maxed
it was just my wrist bent brittle when i collapsed
star in a circle in lines of salt
i thought i'd have it all once i kileld john galt
but i guess you were right when you sternly said
that we'll walk this trail till the day we're dead
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Mikal kHill:
Some say i'm bitter at best
botched dissection
own favorite subject
mastered misdirection
no bad dub tracks in my catalog
I set myself apart, rap game demagogue
did a little sentence on the road a few times
to realized someone else could feel these rhymes
whatever that means
reading back over it,
both eyes glaze staring at a dusty screen
what did it mean?
That's the sad part, right?
A lot of it meant nothing but it hurt a long time
and I said it was fine.
Truth is? I lied.
We were both uncomfortable, but we towed that line
right to the edge of town where there's no streetlights
beat it with a crowbar and left in the woods that night
and never spoke about it again,
but we could see it on each other's face
every time we tip our drinks
Jesse Dangerously:
when i say I'm out here, which i rarely do
i mean I'm on the road and wish i had the stamina to carry you
but boy are my arms tired, and boy are my hands tied
I'm a five alarm fire, a lawyer, a franchise
before your damn eyes, before your friends ask
i spend cash enough to buff the errors in my syntax
terror in a tin can, can't work the opener
flick of the wrist, turn a crank, crack a coconut
cigarette flick, burn a bank, back the moment up
stack your homies up. pandemonium.
I'm not the only one, pony up, I'll tell you only
Once... I SMELL AMMONIA
Growing up my own opponent was a practice round
No one else was gonna blow us up or back us down
That's the sound of a profound lack of action
I want the satisfaction, I'm on it like a pack of hounds...
Hook:
I lie in bed with a crying headache and try and get it
Straight, wide awake and pensive in quite a sensitive
State. Haunted by mistakes I've repented repetitive
Await the light of day to fly away and find a better place
Hey!
paddle a little faster
don't look at the water
look at me when i'm screaming
hear me when i'm believing
mourn me when you're done grieving
forget me while you're sleeping...
There's no such thing as a progressive in a funeral march.
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"kHill put a lot of work into the construction of the sound of this album, and the payoff is some really fun tracks that keep rewarding with repeat listens." -
scratchedvinyl.com
A formal precursor to the 2016 release, "Human Disaster," "The Snuggle is REAL" sets the tone for kHill's latest development in his sound, showcased succinctly in an album of 90's flavored production that calls to mind Pete Rock, early DJ Muggs and even Rza. It's a fresh take on kHill's signature bitcrushed prog-samples, filtered basslines and crunchy drums, with each song accompanied by guitarist Andy Weant's tasteful fretwork.
Assembling a who's-who of nerd rap allstars, this album features many first-time collaborators including nerdcore OG MC Frontalot, as well as standout's Schaffer the Darklord, Mega Ran, numerous members of the Backburner crew, and more.
There are currently no plans for a CD release of this album, but collectors will have the option of purchasing the album as as limited edition cassette, which of course comes with a digital download for your MP3 player.