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Chez-Moi
03:41
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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
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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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Patches featuring Shadow
03:59
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Bird On A Branch
04:34
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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
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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
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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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12. |
Happy Dead Year
02:18
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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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