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Coastal

by hermitofthewoods

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Coastal 02:16
I was born on the Island but raised in Scotia An amazing place and a maze of culture We’re out of phase but the style is ultra So we make waves and stay chasing numbers Through blazing summers and long, strange winters Paddle down the Musquodoboit River to deliver the rhyme From the highlands to cape sable island I roam this land but it is not mine I retrieve these beats from the streets of Halifax Keep it underground like the cobblestone tracks Rich in history, but history exists in the myths That we tell ourselves just to try to coexist Mist and fog burns off slow But the sun does shine along the east coast And sometimes lights up the things we won’t Make us deal with the kinds of things that we don’t Live in the city but call the woods home Got to get back when the light gets low I go to follow and focus the flow All four shores, mountains and coves Around them I grow, with the rhythm of the ocean Exposing the weakness, receive the potion Open roads twist around the helix With Skyline views and old folk song lyrics You can hear it from the taverns by the water Even louder when the system’s out of order But if we listen there’s a different way forward Less scorched earth, more lush orchard In the quiet spaces off the beaten path Out past the beaches and the dirty old shacks Out past the reach of the present is the future And one day we’ll wonder why we didn’t change sooner
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I won’t say what I want to say I’m not trying to be a piece of shit I try to rise above and recognize the uselessness It’s class dismissed when the evidence becomes clear Some fear what’s looking back at them from the mirror It’s a cut-throat existence seems like resistance is futile That’s only if we’re playing by the rules, this that new style Let them fools wild, we stay moving on the low Never let em know the plan or where you’re going to go Gonna have to get your hands dirty, but you can wash em later Toxic nature dictates there’s no patriots no traitors No majors, no minors, just players so blinded The eyes are all they care about, it’s selfish by design Enjoy the shellfish and wine, time is kind of crazy, right? You never know when somethings gonna come and kamikaze your life Let em fistfight, we’re using stealth tactics Hit em with guerilla shit, exactly how we practiced
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No one wants to talk about how far we’re outta pocket It too awkward so we drop it like it’s hot – just stop it It’s obnoxious, it’s toxic, it’s off-topic, keep it positive Whatever they’re rocking with, motherfucker, I’m the opposite Doctor Apocalypse, provocative operative, Fuck You Trying to solve the mystery with that slippery theory that you’re stuck to Good luck, fool, but you can tell to the crazy ones The high and mighty but intellectually lazy ones With all that disingenuous rah rah rah It’s all blah blah blah until the coup d’état I ain’t with the Kool-Aid, bruh, and I ain’t on the fence I hear you but “That just makes no fucking sense” [Chorus] I don’t believe what you’re saying is true (na na na) I’m gonna leave cause I see you’ve been duped (ha ha ha) I don’t feel a need to agree to disagree I’ll just block and delete because Im finished with you (bye bye bye) I don’t believe what you’re saying is true (na na na) I’m gonna leave cause I see you’ve been duped (ha ha ha) I don’t feel a need to agree to disagree I’ll just block and delete because Im finished with you Let me get this straight you went and poked around online Went down a couple rabbit holes and that just blew your mind Now you’re running up in mine shouting something something something Just struttin. Fool, we all know you’re frontin’. Kicking game that’s been played since way back in the day I’d be embarrassed, even parrots can repeat what people say No “Hey Wait A Minute!” No “What’s Going On?” You just take it how they play it and then you pass it along Qanon and on til common bonds are gone We disarm alarms its all so nonchalant The hardest part is that I know there’s no improvement If we don’t talk but screw it, I’ve got to keep it moving
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Karens, obviously. Politicians, Anyone who talks but never seems to listen Obnoxious religions, people who won’t use pronouns High strung dudes that always want to throw down [Chorus] I don’t need to pretend I don’t trust you motherfuckers (Naw) For all the reasons I don’t trust you motherfuckers Shoulda said cops first. Adult hippies Journalists who misuse words. All industries. Conspiracy crazies who are lazy with the logic Two words: Truck Nutz. (The fuck, cuz?) [Chorus] I don’t need to pretend I don’t trust you motherfuckers (Naw) You believe what you believe in I don’t trust you motherfuckers Fuck that. Fuck that. Fuck that. Fuck That. Whoever’s at my door. Folks who talk in dollar signs. Angry whites on Fox News. All of my ex-wives. Ok that’s not nice, I’m just playing Also, I’m, like, not. Jussayin. [Chorus] I don’t need to pretend I don’t trust you motherfuckers (Naw) You believe what you believe in I don’t trust you motherfuckers
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Everybody knows - Stay off the black rocks Don’t swim in the harbour or your bits are gonna rot If you’re by the Citadel at noon, you know the deal Boom will scare the bejesus out of ya for real Sorry bud, Imma sneak past ya right quick Get them storm chips before the storm hits, “yep” Don’t be taking trucks up on the Old Bridge Keep some Brothers pepperoni and some Olands in the fridge I still put a smidge of clip in the joints I twist With a flick of the wrist I can filet a whole fish Yeah bish, that’s what’s up, OG Haligonian I grew up drinking Great White and causing pandemonium Rolling with the homies in a stolen Harbour Hopper Rename Mic Mac Mall, that shit is awkward We’re the ones who know the words to Barrett’s Privateers Scotian slang, man, shit gets weird No lettuce on donairs, bro, don’t even go there We’re only twenty minutes from the middle of nowhere Oh, Rest In Peace to the Shubenacadie Tree Maybe we can put Woody there and let him be free Cheap cruise, let’s all sneak booze on the ferry And tell every tourist about the new library Doing sociables, Scotian potent potables A motorboat is just a motor hooked to something floatable Notable spots where TPB was shot And those who like it like it a lot Apples in the Valley, scallops down in Digby Pizza Sauce from Pictou County is just okay, forgive me Sydney is Sydney unless you’re talking about Crosby And we’ve got Mooseheads if you wanna watch hockey Coast stays rocky, ocean stays choppy Scotian slang is the whiskey in the coffee
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[Paollo13] I ain’t give up on my dreams, they just changed, fam What’s the word, y’all herbs playing hangman I’m a baller, I’m a monster on Space Jam Wasn’t long ago from now that I ate Spam Y’all play the king, but I bring the ace, damn The way I’ve been known to flow can even break dams Head spinning, just like a breakdance On my MTV the way I make bands [bRavenous] Lay the table out, meeting the format Mean, I mean, blow a kiss you’re a floor mat Dreaming in the windstorm I set the bar high so I win more Whole kit and kaboodle, kitchen sink Big boss, red bird, Mr. Bobolink Every ventricle form the deadliest tentacles Documented by the illest intertwined individuals [Squiggy White] Now let me take you on a trip that feels like memory lane The shit is deadly but you crave the serotonin for your brain It’s like I’m plugging in the aux the way the stereo bang And my melodic way to talk is Rey Mysterio’s chain Cause I’m crossing while I’m flossing, never scared of a thing A mic killer, crushing bones of the inferior brain Here's a tip, it’s like Twitch, but the shit ain’t no game Cause when I hit em with the rhythm they’ll be dripping from the veins [Essay Read] I get it going like Mull River Shuffle Got nothing on my mind creeping up to the crepuscule I take a minute let it shine and only answer em: Motherfucker, ask the manager! Cause I don’t make the prices I got NPCs acting all divisive Want my opinion? Gotta fight for something more impressive Something akin to an economic system that’s even a shred progressive [Unko Catfish] Know that flows back Hold that note that Kodak couldn’t see Where I went I just peed On a tree down the river you wish you could handle this I don’t understand why you grabbed me I’m gonna mangle this [Hermitofthewoods] Yo, the manuscript... wisdom of the sages A different dialect translated from the pages We play with heavy gauges, the rhythms and the pheromones Resist the algorithm – Overthrow the terrordome Like GMC FOSHO Im da besss Stay fresh to def when I step, who’s next? Suplex off the top rope ch-ch-boom Attack the wack they all CAP like DOOM [Expedyte] You said you want to come get it? Well, here’s an offering I’m going through where you’re headed like a lobotomy I’m here to set it better than sunny horizons It’s night time, bud, the temperature is rising I’m here to spit it and you ain’t wearing a visor You’d get less wet sitting in front of a geyser Better stop worrying about catching the virus And start holding hands with someone that you can die with [Bo Gus] Mostly pissed, trying to decide if I pay bills Or get everything on my grocery list, I convey chill vibes But, bet it’s unsettling This hopelessness I notice with Every person that roams within this invisible cage We call a liveable wage Leaving us crippled in ways financially Despicable displays of individuals who take from people and cancel dreams Shapes of people dancing on your chest Take the needle to handle all the stress The hole gets deeper, your soul, the reaper The broken dreamer that grows beneath the surface I chose to create a purpose but life broke my face and I'm dope for days and off dope always
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[Chorus] Fridays when the sun sank low Down Bilby St. – If you know you know IMF in effect, catch wreck in the cipher Boom baptism – it’s Friendly fire Like 52 pairs of shoes by the front door Place is straight packed and there will probably be more Beats got the place shaking, all the ladies swaying Step in the kitchen like Whaddup whatchu saying Put the drinks in the fridge, roll weed on the record sleeves Emboss and EMC are acting out a movie scene Cubb brought the 40s, Kimber brought a book Demikz brought the punches, Nolely brought the Babadook Took a shot and said listen up, all you suckas! Raise a glass for Intelligent Motherfuckers [Chorus] Fridays when the sun sank low Down Bilby St. – If you know you know IMF in effect, catch wreck in the cipher Boom baptism – it’s Friendly fire Party moves to the front room, we move to the back And, yo, just like that, the whole crew kicks raps From the four-bar pass to sixteens off the dome To murking whole tracks all alone, in the zone On and on to the breaka breaka dawn Get E to freak a beat when the speaker’s blown No writtens, no microphone But like Ice Cube said, “Once again its on” And if you’ve got nothing, you can battle Young Diagoro He’s always hungry, though, so bring the Tiger Flow. Just feel it, let the primal instinct come through Like Sun Tzu [Chorus] Fridays when the sun sank low Down Bilby St. – If you know you know IMF in effect, catch wreck in the cipher Boom baptism – it’s Friendly fire Juluis! Stop biting on my pants. Loud and whisky, passing hand to hand Rhymes reach deep, styles advanced It’s like Townes Van Zandt meets the Wu Tang Clan God damn. Everybody here got skills Everybody battling just to sharpen the steel Its all love but bareknuckle cause real respect real Spin the wheel and let the chips fall wherever they will When it’s over, gotta stop at Silver Dragon Ginger chicken with pineapple – that’s got to happen Go back every seven days, that is the way IMF. Keepers of the flame.
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Kick 02:44
Back in effect catching wreck on the regular The beats will break your neck – Dialect sick, etcetera Better than competitors and yadda yadda yadda Hotter than the hot sauce you put on enchiladas The prodigal son returned to kick rap Snares snap like a backhand slap Like a massive attack on the wack and all the losers The rubes up in the room who aren’t seeing through the ruses Illusions in the shadows like movement The blueprints don’t exist so fuck it, I’m coolin Ruling. Life’s a movie, kid. Tonight’s the night, right? Fight for your right to live Show em how you show and prove And do that dance until it don’t move Drop the needle in the groove like whatchu got to lose? Come through, mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 The dopest on the whole East Coast, that’s ‘Fax Y’all know, when Hermit snap on tracks, that’s that Grab the Hazmat, Jack, I’m straight up radiating greatness The flow is ice cold smoke rolling up the basin Amazing with the way I kick knowledge Beatboxing when I walks through the halls of the college Or rhyming in my mind by the side of a lake Taking time to refine the design of the break Beat. Eat with elite MCs Master bodhisattvas who rap for inner peace What happens to the least of us happens to us all The writing on the wall says yes, yes, y’all Keep the bass bumping, always into something Jumping up and down when the beat stays thumping Hey DJ – hit em up with the needle rub We need a little love, turn the speakers up With so much drama in the HFX Hermit of the double U, double O, D, S Reset the switch, shift the situation Destination: unknown location Kick it where the wind blows, see where I can go Kick it like Grandmaster Flash in a Kangol Kick like kung fu flicks and bad habits Don’t be a dick, give the Trix to the rabbit Kick ballistics, all the right angles Kick kick like that sick Alpha Flight sample Put the disc in, let the drums rumble We speak with unique techniques down in the jungle Kick up dust when I bust like fisticuffs With the bass in ya face like I’m Mistachuck Kick kick snare put your hands in the air Wave em all around like a solar flare
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Many years ago on a little Valley farm The sweetest little beagle that you’ll ever meet was born She was raised in a place where they grew a lot of corn I knew that she was special when she crawled into my arms She never really barks and her ears are the floppiest Her farts are the stinkiest, her kisses are the sloppiest I think her favourite hobby is rolling in disgusting stuff She likes running in the grass and sniffing buttercups She likes go for walks down by Long Lake Scritch her belly in the right place and make her leg shake Goose rides shotty with her nose up on the glass And they call her Professor when she joins me in a class She sleeps right next to me I’m the leader of the pack I’m the one who feeds her, I’m the one who gives her pats I’m the one who gives her slack on the leash for exploring With a beagle named Goose my life is never boring Goose the beagle is more regal than most The greatest pup-a-lup along the whole east coast I swear she’s made of magic I’ve never seen it fail She can make smiles with a wag of her tail Dash down the trails, chasing after squirrels Snoop was right, It’s a Doggy Dogg World She’s my closest homie and I’ll always show her love Even when she’s throwing up all over my rug A beagle hug is Top 5 All Time And there is not another beagle who gives better hugs than mine So shine on Goose, go splash in the puddles She’s way too cute and I don’t mind a muddy cuddle A nuzzle with a freckly muzzle, she can snuggle in Always picks me up when she notices I’m struggling She would want me to say that there’s a lot of great pups And there is no shame in being runner ups A beagle named Goose is number one for me The greatest dog that I ever did see A beagle named Goose is number one for me The greatest dog that I ever did see
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I ain’t trying to floss, [redacted], I’m broke You can save it for the rappers in the fur coats Cheque to cheque type debt’s now the regular Cost of living’s rising got me eyeing up the register Just like the weather we’re fucked up. We’re all a bunch of animals The problem’s pretty obvious but we can’t get it handled Cause the man has got to make a fucking dollar If you’re speaking up then someone’s saying “Why you hollering?” Spin doctors run blocker for the laziest of liars Who we keep choosing to abuse us ‘cause we’re crazy and we’re tired Acting like a [redacted] Didn’t flip us on our ass. Yeah, let’s just forget it Everything is expensive and that total sense of dread That’s been keeping you from sleeping isn’t all just in your head You’re just not one of the ones who can afford to ignore The chaos and the horror that the rest have got in store It’s a storm on the horizon that could go a lot of ways And you can clearly trace the danger to all corners of the maze Eighty-five percent of people need to shut the fuck up Mouths stay running, but the information sucks Conspiracy season. Nobody is hearing anything they don’t believe in Im just saying – we’re all affected It’s all a hollow flex until it gets corrected Yeah the deck is stacked, and that makes things hard But we do get to [redacted] the ones who deal out all the cards Its like no one has the patience So the power remains with the geriatric generations And the ones who play the game, deranged and ambitious Media trained and suspicious Or its just the opposite and they’re howling buffoons All craven bluster that panders to the room We’re doomed – We don’t trust the science We don’t trust education, we don’t trust people trying Everybody’s lying in this bed that we have made Jaded and afraid that somebody’s getting played “Not me! Not today!” We all say Take our ball and run away, ok. It doesn’t solve a thing, but I know we’re hurting Paying no attention to the man behind the curtain So certain that the next season of something will come and save us Living off of content and sub-subsistence wages Or maybe you’ve been caking and the struggle isn’t real It’s just another headline and not something you feel But lots of people feel it and I know I feel it, too We’re all kinds of complicated with room to improve What have you got to lose? What are you going to do?

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released November 3, 2023

Album written, produced, and engineered by Hermitofthewoods
Except the posse cut, where everyone did their own thing.
Additional vocals on #3 by Ariella Aburto
Artwork by Hermitofthewoods

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