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Rhyme Circus Winter Special EP

by Marcus Carab & Pals

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1.
Cold Toes 03:26
And I can rhyme... though I shiver and teeth chatter But god fucking help me if I ever start to stammer And I laugh when cats defend grammar You can mice words fuckers, I'll be smacking them with hammers Put your culture in the mulcher and I feed it to the vultures Then come to stack the bones into pretty little sculptures I got ulterior motives, but none of any consequence But playing fickle advocate for hire to keep you on the fence I'm too emotive, I've been known to talk with my hands Knocking over beer glasses, catching them before they land Well, one time anyway, some time any day now I'm'a don a false name, hop a thought train But the choo-choo was sputtering and you two were stuttering Like YouTube buffering This is the kinda shit cluttering up my mind It's like time's stuck and I'm buttering up the sides And then the pain comes fluttering up my spine Might as well fuck 'cause our number is up tonight It's hard to juggle chainsaws, my fingers is cold But I go into the fold, 'cause all the tickets are sold And so the circus must go on, another day's long work is thrust upon, and double pay's not happening Now the cold hands be clapping ...I'm here to gather up the trappings And map this annual attack on the maddening Bad things laughing at our sad wings flapping The cold toes be tapping ...fall into time with the tree branch snapping And it's not what it seems, no, never that, check again Y'all been deceived while we popped at the seams And he dropped from the beams, rockstar in a stadium Feather hat, second skin, weaponize the reckoning Step aside, it's the leper kid, beckoning Semper fi... delete us from the database I reckon I've got a lesson to impress upon the rest Of you about the stuff that spreads without lessening I always bet it on the essence of the day-to-day And they cannot repress it any more than we can pray away the snow I need a greater way to go, but the data's saying no These invaders make a case for laying low The greater good flows faster by the second But the wreckage of the summer's in the way, I guess it's time to pave it over This is the kinda shit cluttering up my mind It's like time's stuck and I'm buttering up the sides And then the pain comes fluttering up my spine Might as well fuck 'cause our number is up tonight This is the kinda shit cluttering up my brain It's like I'm stuck and I'm muttering junk in vain But then the glow comes bubbling up my veins Might as well go, 'cause there's nothing for us who stay
2.
let’s go toe to toe I wanna see what y’all's bringing to the ring i wouldn’t sing it if it wasn’t so cold let’s clear the snow make a path 'cause the circus trains coming and it’s stopping in town now sit and enjoy the show i’m entering the centre ring, weather aint a thing, do a matinee too our menagerie zoo’s got a battery and generator backing up the magic of the travelling crew and it’s ballyhoo true, but the attitude’s new let’s batten down the big top, this just a quick pitstop for the hip-hop mixed with the pig slop tossed in the trough for the dinnertime rush i don’t minimize much, but spending time standing in the snowstorm qualifies, what have i done i can mollify some of the bonafide bums put ‘em in the sideshow when the circus comes and i’d twiddle my thumbs but i fear i’m gonna lose ‘em to the frostbite i gotta find a fireside soon life’s little but a lot to lose, i’m on a highwire crosseyed blotto and i lost my shoes if you can tolerate blues follow all of my clues it’ll lead you to the docks, i got a ship coming in, but it’s in troubling straits, i sit and hum and i wait, and let another summer come and go
3.
Border personality like Buffalo Apt to snap, go mean green like Ruffalo Make no mistake not fake like the Gruffalo So don't be starting no kerfuffle, yo Because I'll make it put the lotion in the basket Fuck up yer face, rocky Dennis, gotta mask it Book you a room in a casket I'll give you shot but know I'm gonna Tuuka Rask it Cuz I'm the rap Eddie Haskell macking on yer mommy The BC delivery, twice the salami Jalapeño crust, sauce? Inch thick wasabi You can smell this steez on the breeze from the lobby Bust the kohlrabi, dust puns like I'm Punjab Despicable me styles i moon-grab I'm down with the noon-nap, the boom bap and poon slap Straight up rocking, davey Crockett in a coon cap This is for the teeners in betweeners into Biederbicke Stock up on Weetabix pop lockin wiener dicks Step to the words you know this fucking nerd'll wreck Mach Spitz spittin hits rocking head locks and turtlenecks And if the foal fails, dismount And return it for the wholesale discount whoosh, it was a near miss, a mere hiss it smells weird in here and this beer tastes like piss so let's keep on hopping down the streets keep on talking on the beats we be rocking out in threes Synesthesia's a machine the scene makes me wanna smack the emcees chew through more two fours and bring back the empties for the loose change, hit the con for booth babes Synesthesia need a bit a hooch when he soothsay doomsday! doomsday! no way - true say! embrace your new fate cause it's too late to pray HEY! i'm just messing with you, fuck, quit rioting i seem to have released a leviathan deeply wired inside of us better get the world's tiniest violin i am tired of firing blindly into the sky i'm in a fridge box with crayons drawing rockets and hubcaps dizzy off a drop and turned on by mud flaps i've done that, and if I recall I've also been there mr. synesthesia living leisurely and impaired till he's interred... and then dug up again goddamn grave-robbers all wanna fuck with him lucky them, clucking hens pucker for a buck and ten what a gem, plucky and a sucker when he plug her in scatter back for pink drinks with such-n-such on a fast track to wink-wink, nudge-nudge but i'll say more, try and stop me, yeah right you'll just try and copy, yeah bite, drop the damn mic the price hikes when the feed hand bites back i'm don't have all the details, but it retails for twice that And if your the fails, dismount And return it for the wholesale discount
4.
New Year 01:58
strut into to a new year stuck in a rut of new gears superseding sequence feeding trophy room of bluebeard who's here? call present second a motion i'm proposing to destroy the annum by composing some oh so imposing opuses supposing it's appropriate to blow to bits the coda and flow over it we're going to need an opiate and fifty-two strokes of brilliant genius stitch it all up into one that's seamless pitch it across the plate and drop 'em late if it's convenient but vivid or not the vision is hot and we're gonna pawn-to-queen this stop me if you've seen this, or tell me I don't mean this but I'm on the top and the bottom of all of the oddest improbable dream lists I'm'a build a keep here brick by brick I'd be going out if I wasn't so sick I'm'a hibernate till the springtime come spend the winter holed up sampling drums i been feeling ripped off, stiff as the breeze why do all the pitstops hit you in threes? i should have known I'd do right by me I would have been wrong but I would have been free this is a plea, there isn't a lot to see I'm beginning to rot am I living or not can I give what I got to the trees or maybe the seas, can I seize the day and be can y'all just take a knee and break a leg and waive the fee I am intimately up in infinity slipping a mickey in all of the drinks I am a flaw hidden deep in the law within all of this straw is a needle I think every enemy every envenomed IV or anemone spreading the love it's mostly supposed to be ghostly a rodeo do-si-do show so there's no need to shove no there's no need to shove I'm'a build a tomb here brick by brick I'd be dead already if I wasn't so sick I'm'a melt the ice with the fever I got toppin out the mercury believe it or not i been feeling ripped off, stiff as the breeze why do all the pitstops hit you in threes? I should have known I'd do right by me
5.
listen to to sound of the wind all up in the steeple of the derelict temple being converted for people putting gods on the street where they oughta be pulling 50 a day or double if they can come up with something to say or a sign with a funny reason for needing the money appeasing jesus is easier when he’s drunken and grubby i’m bleeding litres of my sunny disposition and needing stitches i’m watching serenity get eroded by twitches and pitching all over this rapidly diminishing habitat bitching isn’t a habit at all it’s taught in the tabernacle and practically canon i’m wishing i could be having a ball, but it’s out of my hands and i don’t know who makes the call and there’s a killer in the corner with a cardioid condenser tryin’a blur and obfuscate the message to avoid the censor but the filler isn’t mortar and the bricks are gonna topple and the people in the court are gonna think that shit is awful there’s prisoner in the tower with a ticking geiger counter trying to get the jailer to agree to pay him by the hour but the power’s fluctuating 'cause the tallest trees are falling and the people loving freedom start to hear the prison calling there’s a rally in the centre to demand the end of winter and they’re selling raffle tickets brother you could be a winner but the odds are getting thinner as we filling up the barrel and the gods are getting baffled as the people going feral i’ll try to care, but the beat done switched and i climb the stairs to the parapet, fetch the flag and play capture y’all sit it out and count the fake raptures that sure hit the spot, the warm fuzzies bubble up but nothing can stop the born monsters buddy cops can buzz the known mobsters but this dizzy height resider’s clear 'cause he’s the muddy sky lover with the mental immunity to political trickiness, heir apparent and soon to be ruling over the season with elemental effectiveness and intuiting treason with elementary methods it’s that simple, don’t be telling me different and don’t be selling me shit as if i don’t know my own business how do you presume to be cold calling the king? the phones aint down yet, but i’m’a let it ring
6.
The lines get muddy and the borders bleed Like the tide that's dividing up the shores and seas Like ink in water we're losing definition at our bounds And diffusing ever thinner in a cloud I had cardboard shoes But when I started to march they wore through Ooh... I better find a star port soon 'Cause my heart aint in this big blue nightmare A pig flew yesterday and I had a new idol A big breakfast for the early morning suicidal Stand right there, y'all make a fine pair I'll take Swine Air, I prefer the sty in the sky And the lie's looking far more true So I decided to buy and scored two Phew! When the fuzzy city limits evaporate That parade is gonna have to wait We got kings to decapitate And my appetite's growing but there aint no food Oh I sowed and sowed but so few grew No it just don't matter what I do It's dark when it's sunny And then my vision go funny And all the lines get muddy, the borders bleed Like the time that's dividing up the morn and eve Like an old time movie you can call it black & white or night & day, But it's all just muddy middle shades of grey
7.
i've been known to solve unknowns, and draw out poems the loner in me gets a boner for fallout zones i have flown up in a throne stuck in the nose-cone of the drone delivered payloads say hello down below come and play [be afraid!] love is strange [we're in range!] nothing stays, bluffing pays, huff some paint [bombs away!] i want to hawk odd concoctions in the tonic days be a great binger in virginier in a chronic haze now that's what i call holidays, i'm off in space coughing in a coffin dropping off of telescopic range it's the red eye to jupiter, cooped up screwing with computers choosing losing lucidity superman saying screw it, moving to a new city and turn into a luciadore refuse pity, it's luther's turn is this a do or die truth-or-burn universe? who knew that you were right all along superchurch? if I recoup the earnings squandered on this super-sermon turns out it was worth it - fuck, you know i think I'm really learning something today, I wouldn't get drunk if it paid and if I blunk you might have thunk this was a drunken tirade but I think my eyes can tell you I can tell a club from a spade or tell a flush from a straight or see you blush when you raise, faker if my quarry goes to ground i'll bore a quarry down and cantaloupe the planet open, see who's sorry now
8.
Rep resenters represent represent-sent Rhyme circus no time like the present Rep resenters represent represent-sent Step-lepers straight plucked like a pheasant Hold onto your hats kids This gonna be tactless Rappers getting weary putting theory into practice smack this up into a better tier up into the mesosphere rap is reinvented by my presence here seven year itch on the back of the master pitching from the stitches to the back and the catcher i'll be sitting shiva when the track is remastered like fuck hip hop, you magnificent bastard up in your system like my name was the password DJ with a hard drive, here to raid your archives marcus is a far cry from your average barfly think you got it figured out? well let's hear it smart guy dark side tightrope balance is precarious think you're making magic but there's malice in your fairy dust and still it isn't scaring us, not enough to bury us is that shit your best shot? because that's fucking hilarious - and I can carry us straight to the heat death of the universe i am weightless, don't need breath i exhale verse, eat words and I bleed hooks wondering if other emcees can even read books if he want a battle on the fly i know he's cooked I stared a muse in the eye - and she shook i know you're confused but just try to relax because we're doin this like brewin moonshine out back i'm pursuing you blind but i'm right on track you'll be moving through phases, i'm glued to your gazes i know, the truth often amazes but i'm not one to have faith with no basis i'll put my money smack dab where my face is if it seems tasteless try to contemplate this if you knew you was who was setting all the pedigrees who would you bet on? y'know, hypothetically this is a whole new kind of vision that I'm setting free this is a whole new kind of demon that's besetting me this is the meaning and the truth of what a dreamer see making the scene look like it's chewing on the scenery this is the world encompassed in a word for all to see this is a whole new kind of global hip hop policy this is unstoppable it's hopeless no escaping free this is a crazy huge explosion overtaking me I got a rep, yep, and i'm'a straight perpetrate it Fun times and gun rhymes And sometimes x rated Crumb bums with down thumbs, I'm used to being hated No likes from tykes for the hype we've created But that's ok, cuz I'ma keep dropping tracks And wack jacks in backpacks can tell me to relax But I'm a shark son the dark one the fish you don't poke Jaws on the stage, grab a cage or get broke Folk croak non-stop "yer shit's in the pawnshop" While I'm rocking lawnjobs and waitin for the bombdrop Rom-com wrecker with the spoilers Way before my time like the oilers in 82 And I'ma say to you "yer tripping" Wack sadsacks meet the mad jacks, we rippin Throats yanked, tongues planked and mounted Young wankers stand up and be counted But no ones even listening there's no one to hear Take hip hop and fuck it in it's ear No ones even looking yo nobody even sees Fuck hip hop and kick it where it pees here we go it's round two it's down to the count and the ground-view the crowd that surrounds you's about to get a little hit of Marcus Carab heartsick struck by the marksman cherub and darkness scare 'em one kick put you past sputnik lug like a drumkit would you have thunk it? battleship? sunk it bullshit? debunked it fast gear? cranked it last beer? drank it thanks kid that shit really hit the spot now gimme what you got can't stop me I'm jimmying the lock straight from the top spot this is marcus the demmagog a-k-a m-d-c don't get it wrong but we can get along in time i suspect if your style can admit that mine is the best formalize that, sign it in a tie and a vest i'll give you time to reflect, i think you'll find i'm correct But no ones even listening there's no one to hear Take hip hop and fuck it in it's ear No ones even looking yo nobody even sees Fuck hip hop and kick it where it pees fuck hip hop? why yes, we fornicate voraciously found ourselves fondling roundabouts cirque du soleil traipsing o’er syncopated tightropes a team trapeze act to spark a flash mob light show juggle verses with the finest of rhyme circus acrobatic larynx lurches for the loveliest of birds in peacock tail feather dresses perching stage-side with the fellas pigeon-hearted darlings for the daring and damn-well daunted haunted by these daughters born of hip-hop mantras emcee pitching a three-ring tent in Toronto elephant in the room fed off cilantro? plausible, but applause, cat calls, and faux pas appear a more probable cause spit fire fire eaters fueled by the fury and delirious queer but us clowns clown for serious, period. bleary eyed bastards like baboons to bananas and buxom funambulists fidgeting for fan service never shoot for Barnum sans a shot of baileys guest represent the RC ‘til Emtee-L’s beat is fading...
9.
Last Act 02:29
last page of the program last act of the night last flake of the snowman last rat left alive knowing i’m the new dinosaur the old day dynasty denoument ambassador there’s no longer any other way to spin it the bugs in my intestine ‘bout to get their fifteen minutes of blissful ignorance, wishfully thinking they can win it they shoulda read the minutes from the last meeting but no one ever does end up like they never was un-immortalized in the halls of has-beens the portal lies where the palls are passing on the other side the horde’s amassing or much more likely, the void’s a vanishing act, statically managing matter without talent or tact and when the talons retract it’s the balance of fact that wins back the occupied cities but we gotta find grittier stuff if we plan to attack cuz the bluff aint driving all the animals back we were tough and thriving when we ran in a pack now we just the fried snacks for tiny giants biding time and slightly pious but mostly just blind defiant and biased uninspired sellsword, bored of class and don’t test well well-worn, here to try to stand where the rest fell aspiring tyrant, maybe overly reliant on violence but money can’t buy me silence and the noise is just masking the death knell the bell voice here to put a crack in your best shell oh dear god, what is this fresh hell? the frying pan aint seem so bad now i used to sizzle with the strength of sandows but here in the fire i rely on handouts a man down, he couldn’t handle the home stretch a born wretch like me saved but tone-deaf no breath, he lays down his weapons and silently counts down the last few seconds

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It's been very cold, so we recorded an EP. Bonus video included in download.

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released March 24, 2014

Vocals by Marcus Carab (Leigh Beadon). Guest vocals by Mach Spitz (Cory McCallum) and Grant Livesay. Music by Emtee-L (Adam Bé) and Grant Livesay.

Mastered by Grant Livesay at The Gales House.

Grant Livesay: grantlivesay.bandcamp.com
Emtee-L: soundcloud.com/emtee-l
Mach Spitz: beefchiefs.bandcamp.com

Grant Livesay instrumentals are from the album Late October Legal, also available on Bandcamp: grantlivesay.bandcamp.com/album/late-october-legal

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