4 posts tagged “music”
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Hold the presses, I'm ill like kids with polio
I look like the guy on the episode of that show ya know
Keeping up with me, because I play for keeps
I got my ink for free, my baby less than three
I get around, like virus in your inbox
Hot Latino blood like the runner of the White Sox
Like the Hitchhikker's Guide, I got a heart of gold
But if ya think I'm mostly harmless then I'm ripping off your nose
I'm killing you with flows, like hurricane Katrina
Did he really say that shit? Yo I promise I didn't mean to
But honestly, I couldn't give two shits
You're weak like Skee-Lo, he couldn't make two hits
Throw your fits, like tossing Tony Little
I'm so low tech, my mic atop a CD spindle
Kissing and caressing on a girl who's not a freak
I don't get sleep, could write this album in a week
Go!
Don't act like you don't, because I know you know (x3)
I'm killing you with flows
I'm killing you with flows
They call me Beef Thom
Rock it with the lights on
Shake it like a pom-pom
This motherfucker's awesome
I be the bestestist
See you can burn to this
And yo I never miss
So just throw up your fist
Staying Alive, like I'm the BGs or I'm GLaDOS
Hold the world inside my palm, rock a gauntlent like I'm Thanos
Like a clown on retainer, I'm always down to party
People scared when I roll into their town like Katamari
Come on baby, sorry. I didn't know that you weren't naughty
Make you feel like you're in church. When it's in you, you say Lordy!
Cause you're horny like I'm horny. Don't deny it. Don't ignore me.
Get you wet and light headed like it's Sealab and your Stormy
But, um, maybe I should hit the breaks
I vomit Frosted Flakes, everything I spit is gggggreat!
Catch me in a circle like a dot, got my cootie shot
Like tectonic plates, I've been known to make your body rock
Corners asking whatcha got? Medicine and purple pot
Like Damien Hess yo, I've been known to Frontalot
Like carnies on strike, my flow is no fair
I'm not a daredevil, but the devil made me dare
Go!
Don't act like you don't, because I know you know (x3)
I'm killing you with flows
I'm killing you with flows
They call me Beef Thom
Rock it with the lights on
Shake it like a pom-pom
This motherfucker's awesome
I be the bestestist
See you can burn to this
And yo I never miss
So just throw up your fist
Big day tomorrow. I'm excited. I really should be asleep right now, but I'm not done whoring yet.
My boys in From The Dust are amazing. So much so that I want to steal their music so bad just so I can make remixes with them. It is because of this I've felt the need to add vocals to an otherwise already complete and all around fantastic song, just because I dug it and wanted to be involved with it somehow. So without further delay I present to you a beefier version of a From The Dust track.
So I saw something pretty cool on Dan's vox today:
It's not super amazing, but it's pretty cool to be in print media. I care who you are. The picture is from when the lot of us went to the San Diego Comic Con last summer. Oh how I hated the 24 hour+ bus rides there and back. Never again. For those of you not in the know, the picture features ytcracker, Nursehella, Dan, Sucklord, Ben of The Former Fat Boys, Ultraklystron, and myself. It would seem people are digging Dan's film a bunch. He still hasn't sent me a screener of the finished film, so until he does he's dead to me. Moving on!
So Chandra and I stayed up until 5am again. I think I'm slowly killing this girl. I almost did when she came in and her daughter was wearing a full on Steeler's outfit. If you've forgotten, and if you're a Seahawks fan at all it's impossible, the Steeler's cheated and stole a Superbowl from my motherfucking Seahawks! And being as how I seem to have feathers, and Chandra like to ruffle, it makes for a silly fake unhappiness. Frankly the kid could wear a shirt that said "Beefy Sucks" and I'd still think she was adorable, as well as her mommy. As soon as I can teach Leila to say Beefy I'm putting her on a track!
I'm already late for going over to Chris' for their practice. I kind of don't want to a little. Only because I'm lazy and I don't know what Kevin's going to want to do later. I'm so conflicted. But we might work on a song. We probably won't...but you never know. I wanna do my little rock/rap project so bad but their so busy all the time I might have to find other people who rock but won't fully buy into my vision. My vision must remain intact! I'm out.
So last night I got off work without any hangout plans for the first time in weeks. Chandra stayed at home, Ryan couldn’t go out, and Lacey had to work early this morning so going to see her and Al would just be rude. So I came home to make dinner. So I think I’m fancied just a tiny, little bit too, because Chandra called and we spent a bunch of time on the phone. I hadn’t done that in a good long time and it was a lot of fun. Granted I would have rather just did the same thing on my couch while playing Brawl or something like that, but this was the next best thing. Felt kinda sleepy a few hours later so decided to crash out watching Kill Bill vol 2 (which I didn’t finish because I’m a punk who fell asleep.)
This morning I was feeling mad productive. With this new found will to work on things creative, I wrote and recorded a new song. Nine Inch Nails fans probably know about the whole Ghost series of albums they recently put out. I had no idea what it was until Ryan told me about it. Basically they made like 4 albums worth of instrumental and experimental music. Then I guess they went on YouTube and asked people to remix their songs and make music videos and shit like that since they made it available on creative commons. If you’ve ever listened to my music then you know I love public domain music for my free projects, and with Ryan’s help we found a track that worked out very well for what I wanted to do. It was almost too perfect the way it starts off with little video game sounding effects. It’s their most nerdcore track. Plus it gets hard and heavy in the middle which is exactly how my new shit has been sounding. NIN and I couldn’t have worked better together if we had…actually worked together.
So I present you, and myspace, and my website with my new song “16 Beefy II (Take A Breath).” And since it was completely written today, I’m going to post the lyrics and count that towards my 300 words…because I’m a pimp like that.
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First and foremost, what the hell is copywrite?
I'm breaking ground like dynamite, but cute just like a
pillow fight
And I don't know if you know that I don't really know what I
am doing
Maybe I'm a weirdo or maybe that's just the wrong conclusion
Chillax with a smoke and a lawn chair
I ain't doing nothing cause it took long to get here
Cause I've paid my time and I've worked this grind
And I'll be damned if I let a bastard take what's mine, and
I
Wanna know, B. Flika where you at?
Yo it makes me smile every time you wear my hat
I like the way you giggle and I like the way we chat
And sometimes I like to dream that you're dreaming of me
Could it be, that my generation just cooled down
Lost the bloody anger and just made due with a sad frown
And we take our pills and we take our drugs
Except now it's all prescribed by the ones we love
And the lines between rap and rock have been blurred
Catch a giant chubby nerd spitting words to Disturbed
We still got that anger but pretend we're living happily
But try to start some shit with me, you're heading for
catastrophe
Break break down, watch me break your neck
I'm like a mortal Superman just like Ben Affleck
I've said it before, and I will say it again
I'm so pissed that I grew up in such a stressed out pussy
generation
Chill out, relax, and take a breath (x3)
I can tell that you're stressing just too damn much
I can't sleep
I can't breath
Ya need rest up
Try to start some shit with me and you'll get messed up
I've risked love and I've risked my soul
I'm the search for more sex, drugs, and rock and roll (x2)
Don't be offending me, no way that you're a friend of me
Because they speak so angeredly like I'm a public enemy
And I have just been wondering if you know that you're
flounderin
The way this thunder hits your skulls it's almost goddamn
deafening
We used to rise up against the machine
But now we fall out and just follow routine
Fourteen young thing with a dream to be mean
X-rated and obscene, here for making you scream
Chill out, relax, and take a breath (x3)
I can tell that you're stressing just too damn much
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So I hope ya dig it. If ya don’t…blow me I guess I don’t know. I’m just joshin’ ya, you don’t have to blow me.
I’m actually on my way out to see Al and Ryan and eventually Lacey. Then again, I’ve taken so long writing this and taking a shower and eating lunch that I’ve probably missed Ryan by now. My bad.
