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Dead Year's Eve

by Dead Sea $crilla

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    Dead Sea $crilla joined up with Charlotte DJ and producer Justin Aswell in the middle of 2017 to record "Dead Year's Eve", their first full length album, and their first recording project since April, 2011. Fred Rock made all the beats. Red Jesse & Fred Rock wrote all the rhymes along with guests Wilson, Exactly from StereoLoud, Shadow, JT, and Mikal kHill and Sulfur from the ThoughtCriminals. Justin Aswell laid down cuts and produced the entire album. A whole crowd of beautiful people sang the last track at Snug Harbor on December 20, 2017, and the album came out a week later. All drawings and paintings attached were made by Fred Rock. Show posters were designed by Danny Pizzuti. Fred Rock built that hearth in the Snug Harbor photo. We loved making this record.
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Chez-Moi 03:41
FRED In a world where you could climb the top of any ladder Throw a Rock up in the sky, when it drop it hit a rapper I could take a comic book, cut and crop my picture on it So I'm chilling like a villain, then come busting in with that plot twist Arm out like I got this turned up a few notches Shirt off when I rock this, Fred Rock the Reverend I'm finna say the blessing, cigarette in my left hand 24/7 so fast it'll make your head spin Ain't no question, who's that flexing? Pimp Nutts. Who let this hot mess in? I'll give you one guess if you need to know the culprit He definitely ain't about ho shit and he ain't about to be no trick Country man in these boots though, West Coast are my roots yo Like, what's the name of that new show or old dude from that commercial So just in case y'all wondered, it's Fredrick with that mustard And I'm pouring it thick with that custard, smoking loud, no muffler RED This is our house now Most hide behind a screen but some emcee Find out right now who your friends gonna be By now my house ain't got room, mon ami C'est chez-moi, et c'est moi Squeeze out what's stuck in the gut Just another MC with the fleas on Got a wick that can't be matched I gotta itch that y'all don't scratch Gotta shit, didn't lock the latch No potpourri, and a fool gonna follow me Poop cold, zero degrees And a stink make them think Oh woe is me I crow with Fred Rock in North Carolina where the dead walk Call out from the tomb, head check Wake up, no more than a bed rest I'm good with the balling involved, Skaal, Call out to the wind So calm and evolved, lift up Chale, Red Jesse don't trip bruh (dude, you're always dropping the ball) Well, Stitch picked my shift up So I could lay back in this cut and Y'all could watch it get ripped up Y'all call me Ishmael, this bitch man, this ish male I'm a small dude, I'm a white whale Imma spin you a goddamn fish tale Pissed off with that pissedness Young Christopher Christmas Show up with shit to the Lupercal Now, who deny what this gift is Y'all looking at Icarus, Dead less than a hot day in this If I was Christ, I'd have been risen That'd be all of y'all's business Most hide behind a screen but some emcee Find out right now who your friends gonna be By now my house ain't got room, mon ami C'est chez-moi, et c'est moi FRED If I don't rap then the world don't turn If I don't write y'all the kids won't learn And we can't have that, so before I retire Thank the Lord Jesus Christ that I'm spitting that fire, dig I'll be in the cipher when it all transpire The whole entire time I'm ball hogging like Kobe So here I go all low-pro, and I'm rapping still on the low key I'm ripping all of this shit up and I'm visualizing my homies I take the edge off, break the leg off, bust the flows to my own beats Like I walked up to the Egghead and I broke him over that domepiece Out the blue like police, set up shop like boutiques So you could get this business with this quickness when I proceed El Oso y el Zorro, coming at you like el toro Like a shot of Jose Cuervo down the pipe when you got sore throat So just in case y'all don't know, I give a damn about promo I like big titties like Coco that bounce on the beach in slow-mo This is our house now RED Most hide behind a screen but some emcee Find out right now who your friends gonna be By now my house ain't got room, mon ami C'est chez-moi, et c'est moi
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Salt 04:11
DEAD Dead Sea salt burn in the cut Drop it, leave it there, we want it No matter what they say you gotta give it up Salt cure beef, they agree on it RED This here's the party crisis So come you feathery flockers Dionysus will kick it the nicest It's why I'm chugging the bottles like Bacchus Bring your mammalian to Bacchanalia It's why she dig in my back with her nails, bruh She digging the rap that I cipher Thomas Aquinas, I channel divineness FRED RED One tap and I break the crown, break down like a child in a grocery store ailse, what you think all the posts is for on the Internet, I wanna be the poster child Depose the king, repo the power Dismantle the house, lettem grow the flower Hound em all to the gates of hell Hellhound smell blood and you know I'mma growl I'm trill like a flautist My daddy ain't the proudest My daddy knew Dukakis, wiped away like the sidewalk chalk is He ghosting, he ghosting I'm at a party he's hosting And all y'all jaws are dropping at the concert pianist chopping Is it an etude? Is it a prelude? On the Beirut I'm virtuosic My goldbloom bud Jurassic And Im tripping the light fantastic I come here so often Just Poppin up outta my coffin Stuck in an eye dropper of H2O I come here to go shopping yo I'mma duck to a Jon Notty show Just wiping the sleeve on my snotty nose Living that spotty otty dope No daps just ghost no adios
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Hanzo 02:50
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RED Stay close my brother, Imma roast another over the flame Golden and green in the autumn, gottem rainbows all arranged Gottem nom nommin on my rhyming like that ramen at school 1999ing y'all, I'm nobody's fool There was a time when doorbell chiming was the way you could call If you're not with me could not see me at all, stay close my brother You could see I'm holding a truth, golden and blue, rolled in the dust, Red Jess'll fold in with few, cuz You're still just tweeting your guts, something to Prove like you got nothing to lose, but you forgot love You had my trust, go ahead and run for office I guess but Just remember this one, that root, them nuts, that God for the genuflect One love, thought you said Christ came twice for the Love, thought you said God was my only Judge, thought you sang for the land of the Free, well how the fuck did you not mean Us? I'm a pilgrim, let me walk. I'm a ill one, I'm a ill one just like you and everybody else brown white blue Imma get my money up before the bill come Imma keep a little money for the beer run Imma dap my wife with the Top Gun high five, top bottom Giving out a High Life, why not love a brother if he get the job done Right? You forgot love, right? What? Emotion don't rub ya right? You so uptight like you upright, it's a color wheel but you stuck white I'm ultraviolet, I'm infrared, y'all getting burned in the sunlight Undyne, Undyne, live long, one time, one time, put em up Every day I wanna come right, Dead side scroll and I give song Undyne, Undyne, live long, one line, one line, live it up FRED Little tiny baby bird on a branch With no mama, baby perched on a branch Wanna see how it occur in the wild Looking for a predator in the tree Mama hasn't been around in a week It's a million things gotta eat Hibernating deep in a sleep Migrating going down for the heat Little baby bird RED I'm a kingfisher, bitch, I'm a heron I'm a sparrow you mosquito I'm famished I'm perched I'm searching for the perch in the ocean Ya waves crashing Imma smash in and snatch em I'm a kingfisher, bitch, I'm a heron I'm a sparrow you mosquito I'm famished I'm swooping for ya worm I'm ripping and tearing Word, birds, y'all hungry, I'm sharing Apparently Americans think that this shit's guaranteed that's why they're clucking and they're strutting so arrogantly There ain't shit that I can say to make you care again so Just zip it bigots y'all are spitting so embarrassingly It's obvious a bunch of monkeys all evolved into you Well a pack of velociraptors all evolved into me My evolution love revolution till D-E-A-D I hold my neighbor in my heart y'all can come fuck with me I got this attitude cause I was born in North Carolina Don't ever tell me that we're weak down here we went for Obama Red Jesse red-blooded red meat eating and reading But I'll munch on you herbs too if you show up to the feeding I'm just trying to be a grown up if I find that I'm wrong then I come right if I slip then I own up that's just how the Kimmels and Chapmans shown us but then I look at these old bucks ones supposed to clothe us and hold us Bambaataa and POTUS hold up, so just being a grown up don't hold up God damn now I gotta get these sleeves rolled up W-I-N-G-S-P-A-N, throw em up
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Bauhaus 02:36
RED I ain't for this world, and this world ain't for me I only change my tune when Fred Rock paint the beat On a rock like this in the dark like this with the faintest gleam it's plain to see The one way out is through with the rudest spew drooling to paint my enemies I do have enemies, governments choke the world outta what it could been to me Long been offending me, I'm done with the pretending, we Dead Sea $crilla with the illest in the city But it's all for survival No joke, it's keeping me alive, y'all, nose to the grindstone Rhyme on, rhyme on, real talk, I ain't a match for my rivals FRED DEAD We don't kowtow We lay rock down, better bow out Y'all Frank Lloyd Wright, we the Bauhaus Built this shit with a kick, call it roundhouse How now? We ringing the bell on the brow beating I washed up and now I'm eating You serve me a meal, Imma chow down I ain't for this world And this world ain't for me I only change my tune when Fred Rock paint the beat Fred Rock Red Jess ain't change the scene, Ain't changing we, I'm just changing me But the world spinning, now the whole world different FRED RED Red Jess hand to mouth, means rip mics right out of your grip like a Bic light That means I'm flame on the game, get nice when I ignite, sick right? FRED DEAD We don't kowtow We lay rock down, better bow out Y'all Frank Lloyd Wright, we the Bauhaus Built this shit with a kick, call it roundhouse How now? We ringing the bell on the brow beating I washed up and now I'm eating You serve me a meal, Imma chow down I ain't for this world And this world ain't for me I only change my tune when Fred Rock paint the beat Fred Rock Red Jess ain't change the scene, Ain't changing we, I'm just changing me But the world spinning, now the whole world different
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Homing Beast 03:32
RED Cut me out the muslin, cut me from the roll, cut me from the whole Sew me my eyes in, sew what is known, so it can be shown I will be your husband, land that I love, land that I know I've seen the ocean wash up tales of glory, stories of woe I stare at the horizon because I know, because I know If I dive in I'll never come back from where I go Oh I love you, I love you, you grow in me as I grow on you In my memory, you are tendu, you are taffy, you are laughing You are cocoon, you are family, I will go soon and you will be standing You are the husk of me, you are the dust of me In the guts of me lustily calling DEAD Show it to me, why don't you breathe? What do you see, what do you see? Why do defy our mother, we were to go to sleep, to go to sleep We were to crease every sheet, we were to speak to every god who Look down on me FRED I do this all my life my dear friends You see these pure gems? You cannot come near them I am fearless off of that top turnbuckle Coming down with a terminal illness, don't get too comfortable I go old testament, like so old testament I saw when God put breath in it, like you don't know See this is Carolina soul that I wear behind my clothes And my bones in a row like L-M-N-O-P In a line like a caterpillar backlight that like Jackrabbit in a magic hat Like the prize in the bottom of the Cracker Jack When a cyclone coming better clack your heels Smack dab in the middle of the Cackalack Right next to the center of the Bible Belt My city imprinting like a tire track From the back dirt roads where the bayou at Where the map drops off of the diagram And I'm a dying man, lawn chair, front porch, banjo Christmas lights, summer time, long life, can crack Knee slap, baby blue, sticking to my roots like Krazy Glue Tombat still rapping when i'm eight-two, balling out, calling out RED Oh I love you, I love you, you grow in me as I grow on you In my memory, you are tendu, you are taffy, you are laughing You are cocoon, you are family, I will go soon and you will be standing You are the husk of me, you are the dust of me In the guts of me lustily calling DEAD Show it to me, why don't you breathe? What do you see, what do you see? Why do defy our mother, we were to go to sleep, to go to sleep We were to crease every sheet, we were to speak to every god who Look down on me
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released December 27, 2017

written by Red Jesse & Fred Rock
beats by Fred Rock
cuts by Justin Aswell
produced by Justin Aswell

studio instrumentation Pat Hulsey
art consultant Donato Pizzuti

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Dead Sea $crilla Charlotte, North Carolina

Dead Sea $crilla has been a thing since 2010. Fred Rock & Red Jesse write, record, and perform in Charlotte, NC

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