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Cocoon Demo Tape

by Cocoon

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1.
Buzzing 02:00
2.
You can rush Yeah you can rush You can rush You can wait, do whatever you want You can pool about, trickle down or flow ya know You can rush into the brambles get cut, and come out calloused If I’m candid I get crushed and cut when I run in If I’m honest though Im coming correct Nothing other than fresh touch can give me that rush that Im wantin The hummin, the buzz of the bees, and the drumming, Singing birds, running squirrels are the homies I show up with The love, the liquor, the beaming eyes are bubblin Funny seemed like yesterday then no one knew whats up then So I pool about for half an hour trickle down The rainfall trickin round the inner sanctum of the capital Sittin down the rhythms and the rhyming tends to flow into This puddle with the diamonds and the pebbles and the animals Distant memories sustain me for the moment now I know it all don’t mean nothing to no one but me now I forgoe it all If you’re gripped by fear, ya hear, ya better recall Master of myself I’ll embarrass the socalled Distant memories sustain me for the moment now I know it all Don’t mean nothing to no one but me now I forgoe it all so fuck running uphill back to that peak when there’s a free ride I’ll slide up the vapors around the clouds above the treeline And still rain down forever, this sound you can’t define Out of my mind cause my spirit is where I reside So I pool about for half an hour trickle down The rainfall trickin round the inner sanctum of the capital Sittin down the rhythms and the rhyming tends to flow into This puddle with the diamonds and the pebbles and the animals Distant memories sustain me for the moment now I know it all don’t mean nothing to no one but me now I forgoe it all …ya hear … ya hear so fuck running uphill back to that peak when there’s a free ride I’ll slide up the vapors around the clouds above the treeline And still rain down forever, this sound you can’t define Out of my mind cause my spirit is where I reside …decide, for yourself but the powers that be are mine more resilient than starlight, alright a million windows: into my starsign a million windows: into my starsign
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Everybody’s trying to turn up And I just want a turnip Fools is eating radishes Indicating they need to learn up I’m the raddest around Round-robin I play with rabbits Bad-habits form round the ones That wish that they never had it Have a radish, and die If you call me a faggot That’s a manifestation Of your Sexual insecurity I’m a divine being No question about my purity Learn from me Theres no way that you can reach maturity. I spit clues and virtues Statutes I prescribe for society Never die with me My notoriety Relies on the fall of mankind This is decidedly The last ditch effort That I will get behind Yeah These blinds, we find in kind Aside from landslides of titanic Proportion distortion is present But I’m hesitant to blame the president Said again by the medics theres no cure for this its evident Shade thrown from the highest peaks Like it’s easy to speak with plates filled With the weak Easy to break under pressure The stressors get better you take the cake made by us fill up your head with lead for good measure
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Romero 02:30
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I have no capacity I’m tryin to Guide my own destiny My limits are physical But they don’t get to me My lovers aren’t otherwise They bring out the best of me Fashion a mask Caskets relax Ask why we last Why we react Ask why we lapse Capsize, fast act like we didn’t No accidents, but mistakes I regret nothing except what I think I felt nothing I swear, I felt nothing I swear… Step once, one step closer To one thing I run things I’m mundane I want change and one thing I run things I’m mundane I want change and one thing >> Fashion a mask Caskets Relax Would I be fine Would I be Would I rewind Could I see? Could I feel Can I feel? I think it’s clear to see What I should do But do I hesitate? Levitate? Instead of Remaining level-headed As of late? There’s evidence Stellar swiveling Heads tipped Yes this. I mesh with Yes this. I felt this Yes this I felt... I felt nothing I swear, I felt nothing I swear, But one thing
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Humming 02:10
Bitch… What up… You trynna fuck with this? Fuck with me, and get fucked up. Bitch you wish you could fuck with me, but you fuckin cannot. Shit is switchin up like you fucked somethin up with the Kahn Come up on my throne see what it’s like from the top Nothin ever goes unknown here: let me show you it all. See I don’t this for you I don’t know you at all Selfish like the hellish beast that is fuckin you raw Wish you could get it like me like it is nothing at all. But y’all ain’t nothing to me, and yall aint shit to cabal Seemlingly you seeing visions like you seen it before But if I don’t share your vision then it ain’t nothing more Than an apology for a false prophecy you gonna learn That if I didn’t spit it then it holds no store! Many couldn’t get it if even they had it before, But comin from nothing I getting everything we owe me Usually I’d sum up my come-up for the whole week But that’s the old me, now I really got speed, I am too OP. OC Original Content I am the OG Y’all don’t know me but if needed you’ll get a nosebleed Lowkey the highest for the people like Sarkozy So easy if you ask me I’m better than Yeezy That phony like Kony y’all know that I am the only Oni Japanese Demon like Mononoke The Soapy the cleanest, the meanest and the most G This will be the dopest mixtape that you DL for the free Bitch, yes it is me the man Pineal gland like hands in your life you don’t understand Be the trees, the breeze, bees, the seas or be the man Karma coming hard when you fundin the upper hand Bars… bars bars I got bars Bars are gonna get me money bitches and the cars I understand, my bars are clearly 4 under par Excellent, the preciousest stone to become a star
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Flowers all in full bloom The full moon is… Rising like a monsoon I break out my cocoon Soon I’ll fuck up the game in my bright white sweater Out the door feelin’ fresh in this white sky weather White rapper makin you check yourself, sir? Well my flow is the shit, ey, and yours is no better I spit F.C. numbers, letters, I’m D. 2 B. Number 1 and 2, 3 is the sum, son Product of the ocean, earth, and the sun, son Quotient of the motion divided by 1 Oh shit, sir, I be showin my color Like the indigenous originals killed by my brothers They suffer no past, no consolation So even satan doing better than some cops and governors Hoverin miles high and controlling the sky tonight Fly away private jet to private island Firebomb them, and then defile em Kill millions with your billions from safe asylum So, overbearing overlords and barons on the rise, Fatass greedy motherfuckers that’s full of lies Bout to raise a mob soon, take their eyes out Monsoon rollin their sweet demise Thank the people when there’s no hands on our throats For growth of those who don’t feed no hope Complacent with vacant souls I know Your terrible deaths’ll be our sweet repose >> we live here man we live here we live here man we live here We live here Tied to the land, you lied to the land Ride for your men, others died for ya man Amazin thing were native but you drove em from here Intituted fear til it all lied in your hands We kilt these trees, what it simply appears to be Massacre bees, who knows what in years we’ll be Extinct for one thing a shame, a disgrace to me Disgusting if you’ bustin up beetles, come face me Fuck you if you wantin the workers to work for you Fuck you on wantin perfect curtains and plates, too Cut off Sever ties, guess the trail of tears works for you Cover up your fuckup cause thats just whats safe for you Muster up courage tellin you what you take from us Sharin we’re aware otherwise we won’t make it, thus Tryin to survive, you got more than enough So fuck you if you movin and you ain’t about us
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Forget It 02:54
Forget it Forget it Forget it Forget it Maybe having daily thoughts ain’t really greatest Maybe stayin fadin is how I’ll escape all my pains Lately I’ve been pourin all my of feelings right down the drain But maybe I can save some of em up for a rainy day Stayin painless, plainly overrated but to say this I had to go through a lot crazy shit and I ain’t playin Even if a shitstorm ever mellows out, I’ll never settle down a hurricane life is only blessed if you make it. Forgetting a lot or baking sitting and watching Facing forward pacing acres packing bowls all for allah And if I really break it down here, really I’m ballin But it’s hard to move along when so long I been caught up… Make it what you will, but I can’t make it here with you Anymore, too much respect for myself, so I’ll forget you Love is what is and I love, but I don’t trust you, so don’t fuck with me I’m sorry and I miss you. -bridge sup, Fuck wit me Wassup, fuck wit me Wassup, Fuck wit me Wassup, fuck wit me What’s a boy to do but float on What’s a fuckin trick to a Kahn What’s a day in the life of some destined for greatness The Greatest hope for the homies boy I swear that we’ll make it Face it. Tough times always throwin shade in my pace But I ain’t slowin up I’ll show em up getting these As I’m complacent, my agency’s been stripped since I been wading These waters have me drownin and I need to make it We need to make it …ok …ok I think that we made it
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Felt Tip/Uh 02:08
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Remain Stoic 02:10
So what I rap could you give fuck I don’t think you could care about A thing I’m putting up You could tell me I suck But good luck deterrin this Young master I’m a show em up All my work is flowin up All my homies know it yup All my homes are fo us All your heads be blowin up No way you can show us up Unless you J. J. Abrams With the dough and stuff Made it and faking. And won’t admit, young master Backup in the stu stackin jackets But cashfucked. Outlastin still, the masked benefactors. Bastards redact but I still get what I’m after and on and so it goes and on and so it goes and on and so I go flowin on untouchable And to claim that I’m the same When I’m anything but Got me feelin refrainin from Just destroyin your name But I remain stoic, you know it Like my row is up Nothin getting to me I’m a show em up All my work is flowin up All my homies know it yup All my homes are fo us All your heads be blowin up Drum beats soundin pro and stuff All my stats one hundred I take my shit just slow enough Cookin that thunder rumble
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Back to '07 02:34
I’m takin it back, I’m takin it back I’m takin it back way back to ‘07 What you know about me, yeah? Prolly like zero. I’m the fuckin mysterino, I’m the motherfuckin hero. Oh you haven’t heard shit like this since 1986 Golden Rectangle Bitch with proportionate wit Origin of cool, fools I cannot argue with Man I’ll turn yo banana into a banana split Get ripped still slip, when confronted by my sharp mind Hard bones get split when rubbin against mine This bitch won’t fit on my dick but in due time I’ll have the world on it’s knees beggin me for a hot line Hot bars, not stars, no sparkles in these eyes I’m as real as it gets that comes as no surprise You got plastic on your back, I got the world on mine I been the baddest kid rappin since back in ‘09 >> I’m runnin it I’m runnin it I’m runnin it, like 2010 I’m wonderin whats so important bout where I been I understand easy I’m getting that high again Oh the magic has hit again like 1846 Classic as shit this track is A-list I’m mappin out lines like a geographist Thousands of paths flowin out of each fist Spit this shit, get a kick, how I be spendin my time Killin it feelin original like I am Reel in criminals fed em to eminals cause I can Makin the best of what I got prior the fall of man Wallabam, kallamazoo, up in the zoo Droppin Dr Seuss bars since 2002 An unabashed classic the bird, ya boy Cocoon Kestrel Blue musical genius since age 2

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released July 1, 2015

Produced and Written by Kestrel Hendrickson, ya boy Cocoon

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