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Greyhound Terminal
02:23
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rob crooks:
Homesick in a greyhound terminal bathroom / On the toilet with a pale frown, vermullin, worm food / Do what you have to / Sat back in the back / How could I let it get so progressive I ask / Mathematics / No more metaphors / That have us imagine the truth in image form / So many fantastic stories of the starry metaphysical / Versions of a world that always remains mysterious / Truth is not revealed, it’s demonstrated / Truth is not concealed, it’s complicated / Loosen up from your crust / What’s a proof that you can trust / Truth is moving as you must / Finitude is not a limit / Truths conditional not absolute / I watch the stars stand still / The dark earth hurdling by in my peripheral / Longing for a world that was never real / The dark earth rushing like a river in my rearview mirror
kitz willman:
Scaling the tallest bank in the world / Flailing a flag that’s unfurled / Right after the bomb swirled / Threw by a little girl / With the Dirty bomb hurl / Oyster shell percussion grenade / Makes the grenadine gradient / A bunch of different shades and shit / Cranium radiant in radium springs / I got the stadium wings with Uranium strings and a $40 beer / Around here it’s $50 and your first born daughter for a dollop of water / Carbon cotter / Harry Potter author levels of evil / I like the Cadence weapon album that was produced by Weezl / A baby’s conceival at the after party / Ken and Barbie / Ryan gosling / Margot Robbie / Orr, Bobby / Jamie McGarvey / Oligarchy / Starchy / “Archie Archie Archie!!” / At the Arby’s by the Harvey’s with Christopher Farley / We rode in on a Harley / Through fields of barley / We took a Left turn at Portage and Main Street / Reporters think I’m way neat / Because I know what the -30- means / Dirty scenes on the condo ceiling / While you lot were reeling / I was stealing fries in Kelowna / Joss lived on Ortona by a dirty Dodge Daytona / Cape Breton Nova Scotia / I’m sleepin on the sofa at Shannon’s / Converge like Jacob Bannon
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2. |
Cess Clouds
02:12
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kitz willman:
Burnt recliners / Bad headliners / Tape consigners / Coke combiner / Moonshiner / Strict liner / Endocriner / Wine and diner / Count palatiner / Diy designer / Grape viner / Throwin dollars at the strip miner / Trunk liner / Countersigner / Got a shiner from Scott and Rick Steiner / Lookin like a coal miner / National Post Columbiner / Tom Cochrane and Red Rider / Bright star brighter / Factor chandelier sticker on my five star binder / Friend finder / Fresher than the farmer / Under armour with zipper merge snake charmer / I moved from the Hometown of Sarah Harmer / Went thru Thornhill like Mitch Marner / Jennifer Garner / Whose your favourite affect author? / Take your pick quick / And tell me why it’s Eve Sedgwick / On the move / I went to Paris twice but I didn’t see the Louvre / Not that I disapprove of the emperor’s new groove / Manitoba Moose news / Trading twos / Prairie dues / Kurelek clues / Doing Zoom job interviews / I rap for free so that’s just to pay for new tattoos
rob crooks:
The way I’m living, it’s also called being stressed out / It’s been a minute, I can’t visit, I can’t sit down / Wish it was different, I’d give anything to rest now / Like we were kids and we sit around it cess clouds / There’s too much riding on this, relying on this / There’s no time to get drunk and high with my friends / I ain’t no punk, live my life and will die to this end / This life is struggle and I will fight til I’m dead
kitz willman:
I wrote this rap with a big pen / Nah / I wrote this rap with an iPhone 10 / Went to London didn’t see Big Ben / Didn’t see Le Pen in Paris / Didn’t see the Queen / Didn’t see The Scream / Didn’t see Mats Sundin with a C on his chest / I’m at the Walmart trying to get some rest / I’m at the hotel feelin depressed / Because my souls getting sucked out by the internet / Got the Frek Sho CD off crooks’ shelf / Antique flow baby that’s pure self / Prairie rap prairie wind prairie health / Patience blaring loud on Salter south / Smokin spliffs out in Trafalgar Square / Saying vulgar swears as common fare / Call it rare / Caught a pair of glances as the enemy advances / I got fewer weaknesses than you have chances
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Superbad
02:36
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rob crooks:
Time and space are both an integral whole / Like accident and substance, spatiotemporal / Fact is that time and space are the same / Like matter and mind, just taken from an advantage that isolates them / Abstracts and violates / Can’t cross space with duration, or a minute without the world spinning, literally / Moving through space / You can only remove them from each other, separate them into unique objects in imagination for use as tools to discover truth / Don’t fool yourself under the impression / that the eye can hatch fact / Don’t fetishize the abstract / Don’t mechanize the scientific method but respect it, though there’s better ways to question: replace empiricism with the dialectic / Understanding is overburdened with the world that is over determined / Feeling like there’s nowhere to turn when under my feet the world keeps on turning / The past is alive and the future we make as we move through time and space simultaneously
kitz willman:
Space and time / Poison ivy and quicksand / The dollars move quickly in the fist of the big hand / Big man / Big bully / Big band / Buddy Rich manhandled the snare stand / Whipped it like a Dodge Caravan / Anchorman / Anger Management / No accident the lesson plan was abstinence / Superbad taught us how to handle it / The sacrament was Wiser bottles from the liquor cabinet / Refill like a palimpsest / Tumbler topped with that orange zest / Old fashioned bullet proof vest / He ground his teeth like cement / “Stop drop and roll” was taught more than basic consent
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4. |
You Can't Make a Record
03:02
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kitz willman:
You can’t make a record if you ain’t got nothin / You can’t make a record if you ain’t got shit
Broadway alleyway / We load out the gear for the cabaret on a bank holiday with an election underway / The winner gets tooth decay and a nice place to stay south of Hudson’s Bay with the kwe and Cree in Treaty 3 / But it was Treaty 4 where my parents were born / And I got my kicks in Treaty 6 / Berry City with the bridges and the winter sun / That’s all good and fun but now I live in Treaty 1 and I’m not so sure if that’s something to celebrate / I internally calibrate as the crowd cheers ‘cause they resonate with the mention of the treaty state / Investigate / Investigation into how the treaties were done / Especially the numbered ones like if you read Rob Innes or Youngblood Henderson / It was done at the point of a gun / Starvation
rob crooks:
You ever heard what that knucklehead, the fuckin’ dead nerd, Bertrand Russel said, “The problem we got going’s not only economic,” he saw no need at all to deconsecrate property / It’s also spiritual, he said that Lenin had neglected to consider the individual / This British professor imprisoned during the big one now scolds the oppressed for overthrowing their oppressor / That’s the essence; well, it’s a paraphrase but I dare to say that’s basically the message / See, the way we’re raised, if you’re believing the paper, they’d have you hating the enslaved and loving the enslaver
Can’t make a record if you ain’t got nothing / If you ain’t got nothing to say
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5. |
Compligated
03:02
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Overrated / Under hated / Definitely decorated / Like Lavigne said, it’s complicated
Motivated / Detonated / Highly orchestrated / Like Warren G said, it’s regulated
kitz willman:
Drum kitz abbreviated / Titillated when the cymbal crash has faded / Sabian satiated / Way cool with no refrigeration / No Sophistication / Fuck the fork order when I eat / Fork over every beat / I’ll cultivate that crooks heat like a stolen jacuzzi / Spin the Rooney / Shake and shuffle like a Goonie G / Booker T took one look at me / Harlem Heat like in 1993 / Hardly be a Hardy tree / You see me on your TV lit in 3D like a D3 or a DC that is chunky / This the type of shit you study, punk / Do you feel lucky? / Seein clearly like I’m Bucky / And the crowd yells Yucky! Yuck!
rob crooks:
You never get younger / You wonder what it’s like to be a hundred then you become it still doing something that you would’ve done when you were just coming out momma’s stomach / I’m disgusted how dishonest all this nonsense was from jump / I used to want to vomit / Gotten so all the suffering, I’m never numb to it / I suppose that some of it was caused by me, to some degree / Who’s innocent among us? / Imprinted with original sinning, won’t get religious / Never read the Bible, tried once or twice, all beget, begat, begot / Forget the fact that God is medicine for some, though they’ll never see the sun / The dead will not live on in heaven but on earth / Decomposed into the dirt, we can grow into flowers knowing that we pushed, crushed as hard as we could against all that was wrong in this time and place / Defending to hold on to what the dead had gained / What we’ll generate for the next of kin when the context flips again
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6. |
Some Call
03:13
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Some call for silence / Some call for prayer / Some call for penance / Some call for care
Some call for violence / Some call for flare / Some call compliant / Some call you scared
Some call / Some make the call and some don’t / Turncoats on the post / On approach /
Some make the call and some don’t
rob crooks:
Most just quit over nothing ‘cause their conviction is lacking / At the first sign of contradiction the dynamic essence of existence is too complex for their comprehension, they abandon their partisan fashions and sway in an eclecticism / Back and forth like a clock’s pendulum / Can’t pin them down, they figure we can’t figure them out / Turns out they get their doe from NGO’s in Norfolk, Virginia now / Funny money trying to disrupt the movement / Hundred years and running, good luck to you then you bunch of weirdos and fuckwits / Spare me with your war and peace report unless its Capone and Noreaga but I’m guessing you don’t know that era / There’s no peace in this world, it’s mean and it’s cold / If you don’t struggle how will you build with the people / It’s not about internet followers stroking your ego, being popular on social media with the unaffiliated for bellyaching
kitz willman:
Horses hitched to a wagon took us to the train station / Far from vacation but close enough to exile / Wet while dry / Yeah, the train skittered by like the left hand of a jazz drummer in the summer / Like the left hand of a drummer who’s playing In double time / The train skittered by like a jazz drummer / They checked our passports at the station / They checked our luggage at the port / They rifled through our belongings / They rifled through the small numbered door
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Bloodied
04:40
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kitz willman:
The guards got bloodied in the mele of the fall / Shillelagh to the skull / Fly eyes on the wall / Quick punches in the gall bladder / Tall ladder / Pitter patter / The fascists were dressed dapper / Now their jackets are tattered and torn / Barely worn / Covered in worms / Warn us before the storm / McDonald’s is the Norm / Updated and informed / Tracker tackled in the thorns / Warn us before the storm / Wicked windy waveform / Tablets written in cuneiform / Guards killed in their uniform for their uniform / Guards bloodied on the daily / Skull cracked wit a shillelagh
Burnt in his bed by a candle at the open gate / He met his fate / Burned face and charred limbs / “Yeah, that’s him!” his mother said in the coroner’s basement / In that shiny little room so far from her womb / But still so close, that’s what hurts the most / Burnt in his bed by a candle at the open gate / He met his fate / Yeah, that burned little face / At the city’s gates / They held them closed
rob crooks:
He grew up when in the movies all the enemies were ruskies who kept their own people hungry by hoarding all the food in the country / Now they want to take our freedom, reduce the number of words we can speak with, or whatever Orwellian story or tale they believe in / But in reality there were guns in the home and frequent hunting trips on long weekends / Hhis father, his grandpa and him / In school, he’d get into fights; at home he’d cut his flesh with a knife and flex in the mirror, holding a pistol that was loaded / Making lists of classmates of his / He didn’t forget any teacher that made a fool of him you could bet would soon regret it / But then that September morning, the eleventh when they all went to the gym and the principle wheeled in the television and a whole new generation was introduced to the word terrorism / To remain terrorized, the counter revolution must be televised / Precision strikes on black and white screens / The sound of children screaming has been removed / He remembered that recruiter who had come to his school / What else could he do? No college fund, no scholarship, no job to hunt, no father with connections / This way he could learn a trade, maybe kill a communist along the way / Basic training then we was on a plane to some god forsaken place quicker than he thought he’d be and got shot in the face ‘cause he thought that he could fight his way out of poverty against people fighting for national liberation / Well, he was sadly mistaken / No compassion for the invader
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8. |
Helipad Target Practice
05:06
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rob crooks:
It’s all about the land and who controls it ‘cause everything comes from its resources / If you don’t understand that, then you don’t understand much / Now you’re acting kinda suspect and I ain’t with that fuck shit / Chase you out the function / Working with no budget / Make it three Brinks trucks, raid the precinct for guns / From state house to safe house, write in a way how they won’t able to make out / Learn to make a grenade outta people power, gunpowder outta crowds / While the CIA was staring at the sky trying to break clouds up, drop bombs, and bring grey clouds up / We started targeting helicopters / Buck, buck, buck take that with you on the way down / Motherfucker, we ain’t philosophers caught up in our own thoughts / Not concerned with what it be, nothing sweet like soda pop
Oh that, they sold off to foreign interests / Made a killing off it, those noble ministers / There’s not running water in Jackson, Mississippi / That’s a pretty huge, U.S. capital city / Trudeau didn’t do shit about the advisories to boil the water, don't get it in your eyes or ears / ‘Cant go swimming in the water at the beach / for fear of getting sick from the toxic algae / Woodstock ‘99, that’s all life is / A bottle of water at these prices?! / Living in a modern capitalist environment, falling asleep each night to screaming sirens / Thank god I don’t live under one of the tyrants that doesn’t let the market decide our priorities / Praying there’s no fire in the house tonight ‘cause there’s no water in the hydrants outside
kitz willman:
Grotesque face of a stone gargoyle / Notice grotesque possessed sitting there all alone / By stone / By bone / By resource greed / By what we don’t need / We supersede the expectation of the nation / Tumbleweed at the settler space station / Guaranteed I’m in the right head space to ransack the CEO’s hiding place / My briefcase holds space for some bear mace / I got a little key to lock it / A molotov in my pocket
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Kitz Willman Winnipeg, Manitoba
vocalist, songwriter, producer and performer making experimental prairie rap in Winnipeg MB Canada.
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