Mixed Blood Majority

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released 22 January 2013

All raps by Crescent Moon and Joe Horton
All beats by Lazerbeak
Recorded and mixed by Adam Krinsky at Bellows Studio
Mastered by Huntley Miller at HM Mastering

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Track Name: Fine Print
Crescent Moon:
I told you all I got to tell you, sang a little somethin’
And I sold you all I got to sell you, now I got nothin’
But a pocket full of “hmmm, what was I thinkin?
What was I drinkin’?,” Night sky sinkin’ in the

Ever-fading dawn, tresspassin’ on oblivion
Split me into dividends but turn the key and let me in
Knock, knock, knockin’ on the door to rock bottom
If it opens got problems, if it’s locked I’m not stoppin’

‘Cause I came just a little too far
To be pulling over and parking the car
I ain’t had sleep since last November n’
I ain’t gave a fuck since I can’t remember when

Better get a picture, I’m walking out the frame
With a dagger in my back and a dollar to my name
Stagger in my tracks, swallow all the flames
Tryin’ to wake the sleepwalkers, they’ll follow all the same

Joe Horton:
Copper in my veins, scrap-metal shakedown
One too many numbers got me wonderin' how some stop the itch
Can't put your finger on it just to scratch it then that's it
Back to the button, push mindless
Plus, minus, one, zero, yes your highness

CM:It seems you’ve arrived with the spies that supplied us
Now we’re all fine with the rules that confine us
Defined by the climate, designed by the fine print
JH: Did you read the fine print?
CM: Naw man, but I signed it
JH: Well soon you’ll be reciting it like poetry
Hand over your heart, fingers crossed up your spine
Codename nothing, get ready for assignment

Both:
Silent, silent, I will be silent
Speak when spoken to, never be defiant
Focused, focused, I will be focused
Only think positive, block out the hopeless

Patient, patient, I will be patient
Take my medication, wonder where the day went
Famous, famous, one day I’ll be famous
Then all the pretty people will remember what my name is

JH:
Codename “Nothing”
Got a million dollars in my body if you chop me up
Sold my nose for a facelift but it was still worth it
‘Cause one day I’ll be famous instead of being worthless

Searchin’ for a purpose, tryin’ to decorate the feedback
Cheek my medication, maybe I don’t really need that
A peek behind the curtain gives me reason to believe
That all my demons are reflections of deceptions I’ve received

Downloaded, overloaded the ghost in my machine
That made me comatosed, designed a new subroutine

Both:
Trippin’, going on an ego trip, drip, drippin’
Must be how the needle skipped, landed diff’rent
But I know who my people is and their not
Where the evil lives, we don’t need no (2x)
Track Name: Product of My Company
Both:
Walking down the street with my head between my knees
Need to watch my back so I keep it right in front of me
People that I meet get the product that they need
I’m a profit from the streets I’m a product of my company
(Prophet from the streets, product of my company 4x)

Joe Horton:
Pocket full of money got stung by the money bug
Gutter punk customers, nothing much to fuss about
Cussin’ loud, announcing my presence like a thunderstorm
Profit from the company I keep and keep my seat warm
Left out ‘ never that ‘ been to hell and back
I can’t relax until this psychopathic bastard gets his hazard pay
Satisfaction isn’t cheap ‘ freedom isn’t either
So I gut the mattresses of all the happiest believers ‘


Crescent Moon:
They got me dancin’ down the poverty line- follow me blind
Oh yes, I know child, no child left behind
So convince me the system is for me and not against me
Put simply: if I ain’t broken don’t crucifix me

Up with a fix or another hit of punishment
But its just a supplement if government is runnin’ it
My tongue’ll lick the last drop of medicine
Dependent on the dosage, determined to get fed again

Both:
Walking down the street with my head between my knees
Need to watch my back so I keep it right in front of me
People that I meet get the product that they need
(I’m a profit from the streets I’m a product of my company x4)

JH:
Working like a dog ‘ living like middle management
Handling menial tasks for a boss who takes me for granted
On the come up ‘ standing still is blasphemous ‘
Ladder’s filled with lit fuses thinking they’re candle-wicks
Let loose with the rest of the refuse
While I’m killing myself to serve up something nice to step to
Suicide ‘ sexy though/ Who am I to stop me?
I’d rather die a spectacle than live with no one watching

CM:
Got me reaching in my pocket for product that turns a profit
I promise one day I’ll stop it as long as I’m not one on it
Conscious of contradictions I’m living- always conflicted
Imprisoned by decisions that I’ve made to spread the sickness
Can I get a witness-protection program
Delivered to my front door and some form of forgiveness?
But really what’s a crime if everybody does it
So scrap the remorse get back to servicin’ the public
Track Name: Still Standing Still
Crescent Moon:
Hit the road with my gunny sack, lost highway
Ain’t no coming back, tryin’ to keep my brain out the money trap
Funny that nobody’s laughin’
‘Cause bad jokes be the marquee main attraction

Step right up, who’s next in line?
I’ll guess your age, your weight, your debt, I guess you’re fine
Hit the express lane, you’re pressed for time
You won’t accept it, fine, I’ll guess you’ll get left behind

Joe Horton:
Justify the crime rate/ guilty as a jailbird sneaking down the fire escape
Black hand salute, what’s the use in gettin’ irate? Nothing
Futile revolution stuck half awake
Master pun ‘ Fractal
Half undone and so on
Nuance lost on a pack of vandals subsuming the protoplasmic
mass sucking their categories stupid
[Can’t stop now man, we’re used to it]

Both:
Still (still) standing, standing still
Still standing, standing still
Still standing, still
Killing time while waiting on a plane to crash land in

CM:
Never no more/ settle the score
That’s how I weathered the storm, it made me better than the better before
Searching for whatever is pure
I told my main man it’s time to get together for sure

JH:
Yea rain can cleanse the doors of perception
if and when the feather duster doesn’t work
so let’s combine forces
Form our own storm ‘ Desecrate separation
Celebrate mixed blood ‘ Can’t escape the flood

CM:
Blame it on the music the masses have been influenced by
I can call it foolish but fools’ll be thinkin’ who am I
Maybe I stay cool with whatever it produces
So pick it up (pick it up), pick it up into the bluest (sky)

JH:
Sky hook, no balls, nothing but net
Commentator sweating with a noose around his neck
The lights are getting dimmer and the tint is getting rosy
The referees are cheap all of em are spoken for
Playing for exposure Composure don’t break
It ain’t a crooked deal if you make it with a straight face
No place safe for me to hide out
So Imma sit right here and pray I get mine now

Both:
Still (still) standing, standing still
Still standing, standing still
Still standing, still
Killing time while waiting on a plane to crash land in
Track Name: Dead Weight
Both:
Blurry eye, big sky, radiator rib cage
Pig sty, dirty mind, lucid as a mood swing
Lips sink ships, letter home better float
Never know when the boat is gonna fold from the dead weight

Head case, head south, head, shoulders, knees, toes
Lead-based paint chip, chip on your shoulder now
Cold bath romance, procreate the poster child
Older now, time to hold it down for the sober crowd

Joe Horton:
Got my doppelganger standing by
Same feral tounge, same Pheromones, same alibi
Same guilty hunch, same narrow bones
You know the type, all take me home and make me moan
In saintly robes and I’ll mistake my confidence for truth

There’s nothing left to do but tell the martyrs that they’re screwed
They paid too much to make that Jabberwocky holler at the moon
Squalor cooks the doom powder proper
No refunds, no problems, shadows burn the brightest in the hollows



Crescent Moon:
Follow me down the path, follow me up the block
Don’t follow my tracks too close, don’t follow my tracks at all
You finally found a way, finally found a home
You finally changed your face, now face all your fears unknown

The pendulum swings my fate, deliver it with a smile
Or leave it here at the gate, I’ll get it after a while
The freedom returns to pain, you gain a ghost
At most from chasing smoke, must’ve followed my tracks too close

Both:
Blurry eye, big sky, radiator rib cage
Pig sty, dirty mind, lucid as a mood swing
Lips sink ships, letter home better float
Never know when the boat is gonna fold from the dead weight

Head case, head south, head, shoulders, knees, toes
Lead-based paint chip, chip on your shoulder now
Cold bath romance, procreate the poster child
Older now, time to hold it down for the sober crowd

Both Alternating:
Super-liminal thought police, fools taught to speak double
Speak subtle, breathe muddled Jesus when you see trouble
See trouble leave and there’s a heathen in your tongue in cheek
Believing in the secrets you get steeped in when you’re young and cheap

Deep puddle, shallow grave/ Feet shuffle all the same
High noon burned us long gone but the shadow stays
Nobody ever says a prayer for the static prey
They hunt what they don’t have to chase and serve it on a plastic plate

Don’t look back, there’s another one coming/
Another one following your tracks
Track Name: Story to Tell (Feat. Toki Wright)
Joe Horton:
Only got one story to tell
It’s boring as hell, devil’s in the embellishment
Over time it calcifies into a definite
Real life rendering of the truth as I invented it

Assembled from fine specs of deception
Dry layer of sediment filtering my perception
Idol specimen, obsessive with the testament
Slave to the narrative frame, scraping a straight line
on waves in a particle phase begging for space time
Disguises come in all shapes and sizes
Tried some on, none fit, no surprises
Mothership strip naked of shame to spread the virus

Crescent Moon:
How long must I wait for the good rest?
Feels like I’m following the footsteps a crook left
Like I picked out the storybook that looked best
Feels like the lovely’s bout as ugly as it could get

Take another glance in the rearview
The past must be callin’ because nobody’s near you
Nobody’s here to deny or adhere to
The heavy heart strugglin’ the slow years have pierced through

Think that I have it / blinked and it vanished
Must be carrying enough guilt to sink the Titanic
You cool like you planned it, no signs of panic
It would take another lifetime to calculate the damage
Take me for a ride, take me for granted, I still can manage
But how you gonna stand if the earth, wind and sands shift?
Freefall, reckless abandon
If the truth is an illusion then there won’t be much to land in

Both:
Walking through strangers we all know well, Everybody’s got a story to tell
Bottle full of empty and a secret to sell, Everybody’s got a story to tell
The bottom swallows every wish in the well, Everybody’s got a story to tell
Busy talking ‘bout the day that they fell, Everybody’s got a story to tell

Toki Wright:
Another story that I said, don't want to pull your leg
The other day I bumped my head, thought I was surely dead
Well here I am again, I’m rambling
It seems the river dried, now I'm on land again
To search for wear the dam begins

I’ve got a plan to win, but have to count my losses
I know the ugly that resides in all I thought was gorgeous
I know the beauty that resides in all I thought was ugly
I love the art and know I’ve got to get some fucking money

Because my daughter hungry, and this is how my life was spent
To write the quip to show you that my life exists
I spent another night a trifle bit bent
And knew I had to write to this and so I vent
Track Name: Ritual (Feat. Kristoff Krane)
Kristoff Krane:
I-I-I’m following the ritual, learning how to give in to the wind, this is beautiful
Joe Horton:
I-I-I’m Following the ritual, learning how to settle in my skin, unconditional
Crescent Moon:
I-I-I’m following the ritual of learning how to listen to the wisdom of the different stroke
All:
How bout that, what you didn’t know?
I-I-eyes wide open but my vision’s blown

KK:
I’m thankful too, mistakes-I made a few
More lessons for the brain, deja vu
Synchronicity occurs in a blur
When the energy inside of me burns for the world

As it turns on the side of the bed (I awoke)
iI was right, went outside, felt the sun help me grow
May we go with the flow, raindrop in a wave
Up and down with the changes, I pray from my heart space

JH:
It was great in the start
Iffy in the middle, nothing special in the end
Man you should’ve seen it, wish that I could see you
Thanks for the test, I’m better for the practice, lighter in the head

Epiphany tucked in the blood-dark segment of the spectrum
I invent until it’s effortless
Slowly getting past the act of measurement
Sharpen my attention, cut to on the other side

CM:
Live from the front lines, can’t turn back (back)
Devil on my back and a crack in my heart attack
Wrong side of the tracks, lost track of the tracks
Off the map (off the map), Where you at?

I put that on my name, I put that on the A train
I put that on my fake gold chain in the 8th grade
Food court pimp bumping Too $hort
Limpin’ with a Newport, smoke all in my eye

All Alternating:
I-I-I’m following the ritual/ swimming in the color wheel ‘ black and white this I know

Caveman suffers for survival of the fire
Modern homosapien extinguishing desire
Turn the ashes back into the fuel it admires
Climbing up the family tree we’re always getting higher

Closer to the roots/ food for the future
Sober as it looks/ welcome to the new world
Order from the courtroom/ judge for my mind
Born into believing I’ll die, like theres a permanent design

KK:
I-I-I’m following the ritual/ Learning how to give in to
the wind this is beautiful
JH:
I-I-I’m Following the ritual learning how to settle in my
skin unconditional
CM:
I-I-I’m following the ritual of
learning how to listen to the wisdom of the different stroke
All:
How bout that / what you didn’t know
I-I- eyes wide open but my vision’s blown
Track Name: The Ballad of Cedric Ceballos
[Instrumental]
Track Name: Free Up (Feat. Cecil Otter)
All:
Some keys fit the lock, some keys didn’t
I’m a pick the lock, run free with ‘em
Reminds me of the ones we lost, ones we didn’t
Some keys fit the lock, some keys didn’t

Tongue speak to wisdom, sun-bleached fiction
Wisdom didn’t listen, unclean prison
Reminds me of the ones we lost, ones we didn’t
Some keys fit the lock, some keys didn’t

Crescent Moon:
Don’t think too long about it or it won’t be worth remembering
And then the things we cherish perish in the cold November brings
But who am I to tell you what you should or shouldn’t
What you could or couldn’t, thought you would but wouldn’t

Walk the plank without the blindfold, must’ve had your eyes closed
Prob’ly sleepwalking down the corridor that time goes
High hopes, low brows, low blows, cold crowds
No doubt, the sun shines the brightest 'fore it’s blown out

Joe Horton:
The only sound, a voice inside your ears
Counting down the seconds in the dark before you disappear
It isn’t clear what you are or how you got here
Angry at the pastor for the static hiss distraction

One should not fear anything, empathy, set me free
Lesser devils heckle for the hell of it
Let em be irrelevant, don’t believe in deficits
Learn to see the elephant standing in his shadow redefining bright

Cecil Otter:
Now something isn’t sitting right, when you hit the lights
Those butterflies you kept in jars had suffocated in the night
Living like some distant light that knows to keep his distance like
He knows that he’s been missing life he holds the keys and gets the kites

Must been the knife inside the back that kept you from the crowds
And in the clouds and left you with a thousand ways of splitting town
Drinking down the hours you hide away and cut you down
With lookalikes and woolen eyes that like to look you up and down
Track Name: Hallucination Music
Joe Horton:
There you go again, thinking I’m someone else
If I believed in you I couldn’t trust myself
I can see me too And I don’t have to like it
Kill time ‘ resurrect the future
Stumble in a stupor of delusional excuses
Lies get me through the day ‘ Truth’ll get me lucid
Hallucination music 7 for a breakup
Choppin’ up the blacktop
Can’t stop the wind from blowing
never know when you’ll get swept up
Best not predict it
I wouldn’t mind except my climate’s smitten blind with its own imprint
Add a couple pages to the wish list
I was afraid of losing face until I lost my friend
Didn’t know I had a heart until my chest caved in
Carving shadows in the pavement
Sun sets, even the best day ends

Both:
See things clear
Reflection is deception
Peace is a shattered mirror

Deface fear
Deception is a weapon
Peace is a shattered mirror

Crescent Moon:
Everyday I’m rollin’ with my own worst enemy, flashbacks and memories
Essentially, we ain’t friends, just pretend to be
Thicker than thieves, never been free,
Evidently he knows me better than me

Can’t get his voice out my head,
Pull the loose thread to unravel every syllable I’ve ever said
It’s such a mess ain’t it, stress, regret, hatred
If it wasn’t for my daughter I’d have just gave in

You can get it straight from the animal’s mouth
Or just sit, waitin’ patient while the planet go ‘round
I’ve been holding on so tight to things intangible, how?
It’s black smoke when the candle blows out

Blackout, blackout, I ran away but I’m
Back now, back now
It’s front page if I had clout, had clout
But I don’t, so I’ll play the background

Both:
See things clear
Reflection is deception
Peace is a shattered mirror

Deface fear
Deception is a weapon
Peace is a shattered mirror
Track Name: The Runaround
Crescent Moon:
If I only knew back then the things I know now
The things that always stay the same the things that go ‘round
I would hold ‘em like a weapon and shield for my protection
And accept it if I step into the low down

Joe Horton:
If I only dig for treasure when the tide’s low
Then the sea won’t ever swallow up my high hopes
There’s an ocean to explore but if I sit here on the shore
I’ll be bored into believing I can find gold

CM:
If I only put my vision to the clear sky
Then I’ll never know when thunderstorms are nearby
So I’m a take in all the scenery, don’t blame me for the thievery
Just let me be in silence while the gears grind

Both:
Don’t bring that run around ‘round here no more (3x)
Sing your song right to my front door

JH:
Made best friends with every single feather in my headdress
Neglected naked birds until they turned into necklaces
Yes, let’s collect our sins, confess each one in confidence
The squawking gets louder, it’s impolite to acknowledge it

Follow the trickle of blood up the bridge of your nose, see where it goes
There’s a thumb tack in your dunce cap for every compliment you stole
Swallowing you whole is only half the cost
of being too attached to your albatross hat, face facts

CM:
Face facts, been making my own way since way, way back
And said a lot of things that I can’t never take back
There ain’t no such thing as safe paths
Just lay tracks and blaze past

The day casts its shadows on the gallows
Hang your head in shame when you walk past, these sacred grounds are hallowed
Don’t hit me with the runaround or tall tales your spun around
The thunder drowns the sound of this town being dismantled

JH:
Left, right, all in together now
The real war is letting go of what we can’t control
How many visionaries does it take to for us see down
Deep into the depths of our obsession with ourselves
CM:
Left, right, all in together now
They took it from us, sold it back to us and called it better, how?
Smoke, mirrors, let the dust settle down
You’ll finally see the irony in thinking you’re on level ground
JH:
Left, right , all in together now
None of us are special, some play the part
CM:
Left, right, all in together now
Some bleed gasoline others play the spark
Both:
Left, right, all in together now (4x)