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earnest
frail like bird nest
i invest in your trust
fundamentally conversions turn my steel heart to rust
incrementally i expand exponentially
like harem jutsu bust
burn a quarter in a quarter of an hour
this distraction so so sweet, so why they call it sour?
and fuck going outside, i don’t really fuck with the phonies that i meet
but then again those people that i welcome in, are equally not as great
save that, spare me that
i don’t need a second date
got lost in you and i got to the point where i don’t really know myself anymore
i don’t really know the fuck who i am anymore
too earnest
too frail like a bird nest
but fuck it
i don’t really know myself anymore
i don’t really
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[lamb rabbit:]
i was doing the most
i was feeling the most
i loved you the most
i was doing the most
i was feeling the most
i, i, i…
never thought i’d be here
small hands, fingers cold
lungs hurt, breathe too deep
the shallowness
my soul too grown for all of this
and hard hearts make light work
of the daily indignities i deal with
mama said don’t wait too long
mama said don’t lose your soul
mama said don’t cry about it
mama said babe come on home
just come on home
[akai solo:]
the dark hole in me ate me whole like a planet following that heat death
acumen aligned with arceus
god particle always a constant participant
aye, please don’t part a g like some measly seas
before leaping to conclusions
conman try to see it my way
externals everywhere in disarray
disasters coded with the colors
trauma signalled through these code words
connecting back to this cold world
sneasel not wise or warm enough
brody invest in turtlenecks or a turtle’s sense
that’s dollars without the white collars
it’s well spent
like energy on conversation and confrontation that undoubtedly gotta happen
shit is irreplaceable
like this cadence and wordplay
or as the moments in their best forms
****** wanting people in they worst ways
people who don’t perform
going way past a breathable norm
cash rules
hearts swayed be proving that
i’m the gold that’s how you viewed me showed me
society be fishy on a loop
that’s the scoop
without you or what we had I’m off my pivot
shit true
not for long though
i’ll be on some other shit before the dawn rise
that’s my word
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give thanks
to our sisters and brothers
who rose to peace
who ascended to clarity
for i am weak
still i strive to break free
i strive to feel only love
i strive for clarity
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[murky:]
green on my eyes
gon get the prize
gotta sanctify
mike n a alike
blues on my head
win so we fed
blessed be the man
who do what he can
time gonna spin
days in the wind
they fold when we bend
never bein them
there’s sumn i’mma hold
pulling sword from stone
rolling on these roads
burn it at the shows
almost outta leaf
presence super brief
o.j. in sum cleats
running thru a beat
never on the streets
gotta keep my head
send it up instead
smoking on the dread
she’s all alone
i been chilling on my lone
never at the home
always on the go
if a ***** wanna try it let me know
said i’m on the
yeah i’m on the
[lamb rabbit:]
i don’t talk about pop one
i don’t know that life
i know different strife
i know flex not might
i know wrong from right
but still see dark in light
i ask you why you blind my sight
so often
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bruised my knuckles putting on a new fitted
after we ripped the last one to oblivion
you did the same with my heart
i should have known from the start
but you always looked so good in a fitted
i got some new sheets
you’re not allowed in them this time
won’t be a next time
i learned my lesson this time
i bruised my knuckles putting on a new fitted
after we ripped the last one to oblivion
i know i’m crying
but i swear I’m doing fine
i bruised my knuckles putting on a new fitted
bruised my knuckles putting on a new fitted
bruised my knuckles putting on a new fitted
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[akeema-zane:]
the night before i dreamt two dreams
for years ahead i knew the way
inside my mind i see the shore
a path i’ve ventured long ago
i get this feeling in my spine
it tells of secrets and of time
my intuition’s psychic spill
the tea, it brews a belly fill
oh love now won’t you take my hand
to see me smile again today
to see me smile again today
oh love now won’t you take my hand
the tea, it brews a belly fill
my intuition’s psychic spill
it tells of secrets and of time
i get this feeling in my spine
a path i’ve ventured long ago
inside my mind i see the shore
for years ahead i knew the way
the night before i dreamt two dreams
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[dfns:]
we gotta be there for each other
cuz at the end of the day
we all we got, along with this music shit
i know this rap shit is all i got for a fact
this is the only thing that’s really waking me up every morning,
you know what i’m saying?
that, and my little brother
other than that
this shit could've been kicked rocks
yeah man
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the sky turns us into flowers
my mood turns from sweet to sour
with each plugging in
we are tapping out
in this life of sin
i have fewer doubts
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[master holy:]
talk to me nice or don’t talk at all
fake ****** must fall
fall down the creek let a young prophet speak
my conscious was blessed heavenly
they vibing to the pain in my melody
i’m penny came from a proud family
you can’t knock me off the track i keep balancing
the mass programming is real damaging
young superstar, call me mone'
nay don’t funk with my feng shui
holy more smooth than your faux suede
i don’t want soda pour that bombay
cash running back to me like a relay
i got nothing to say to a cheapskate
my words too fresh for me to waste
modern day slaves always falling for the bait
[gypzzy:]
persistent, i been living different
seeds planted on my jaded path that nobody got the right to follow
hollow feelings wit my jugular
feelings grip n tumble all the nerves on my breath
so disturbin it erks, disappear don’t address
skirt the curb man, i been swerving lately
don’t deserve all these blessings
lessons learned this past year deters all the messes
grow more weary as time goes on
yet this hunger keeps on pulling me
i’m the farmer, it’s the heavy headed ox
tilling land it’s mismanaged
can’t be gone much longer
bone chillin cus i’m prone to this gas that’s got me thrown to the wall
what’s the aim i don’t recall
[lamb rabbit:]
almost 2020 and i’ve lived a year or two or four more than i thought that i could
spent some time in shelters and i spent some time without none and it hastened up my adulthood
i ask the sages to look after me
i’ve felt a whole lot of distrust lately
i’ve got a whole lot of cold eyes staring down at me
but i’ve learned to keep faith in self
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i’ll be here tomorrow
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she’ll never love you better
than i can
no she’ll never love you better
than i can
new shit turned to grey
in a minute
how you gonna win this way?
no you isn’t
know that i’ve been trying in my way
for a minute
listen to the things i’ve got to say
for a minute
she’ll never love you better
than i can
know you can’t erase
the smile upon my face
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i can’t imagine
what my life would be like without him
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i’m tired, so tired of being the one to
always say i love you
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heart strong it handles beating
i cry til makeup bleeding
til laugh lines start receding
good thing you like uneven
i cherish you like freedom
i’ll rhyme you handle reason
i pray we stay in season
so a wretch like me can be saved
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why don’t you
come thru
(like you said
you were going to?)
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i can relate to your troubles
i can relate to your pain
take how you feel into it
and put it on the shelf
save it for a rainy day
to bust out again
i can relate to your troubles
i can relate to your pain
i wish you’d let me see that smile again
let me see
it again
i can relate
to your
i can relate
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no need for a cross bow
i'll smoke that ankh cross blunt tho
skunk fill up my lungs so
that your words won't leave a taste
more sour than the diesel
these boys they gas me up
but it ain't worth the hassle
no need for a cross bow
i'll smoke that ankh cross blunt tho
skunk cure my lungs so
that your words won't leave a taste
more crooked than your smile
when you say ‘i love you’
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released October 26, 2020
written, arranged, & performed by lamb rabbit
executive production by lamb rabbit
additional production:
akari - 2
devoye - 3, 6, 13, 14
e. r. roberts - 7
evan lawrence - 1, 11
furozh - 12
hajino - 15
ian wexelbaum - 19
syl dubenion - 8
features:
akai solo - 2
akeema-zane - 9
dfns - 10
gypzzy - 12
master holy - 12
murky - 4
[koncept jack$on - bonus track]
additional instrumentation:
devoye
background vocals - 13
bass - 13
drums - 1, 6, 14, & the drum fill on 20!
guitar - 14
evan lawrence
background vocals - 11
bass - 1, 11
guitar - 1
gianluca gibbons
alto saxophone - 3
ian wexelbaum
background vocals - 19
guitar - 19
james “jt” williams
keys - 3, 19
keenyn omari
flute - 3, 9
nick lenchner
double bass - 3
oluwaseun odubiro
bass - 17
sean mccann
bass - 6
syl dubenion
alto saxophone - 8, 11
all tracks recorded by lamb rabbit in her various ny homes over the past couple of years: in greenpoint, in bushwick, and in whitestone, queens, with the following exceptions:
6, 13 & 14 recorded by devoye in his magical new rochelle basement laboratory
7 recorded by zachary spiezer at chaifi studios in ridgewood, queens
mixed and mastered by devoye
additional mixing by akari on 4 & 7, and no-fvce on 12
cover design & layout by gary franks
lamb rabbit logo by emmanuel okot