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sun west feat. Mud and Osiris Booque (prod. B​.​S. Lewis)

from (a) brief offering by Osiris Booque and Mud of the Ubiquitous Love Tribe

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One step ahead of decimal jumps the joker dances lithely, his nimble stride a foil for the shortcomings of past heralds, floral borders whose fault it may not be that their lords died in vain but who certainly shuttled vanity with grace, like adorned mirrors and the Bullet Train, since 1964. Baubles dance hesitant raindrops at the peak of release, when lightning illuminates the arched back of sweet eternity over deserts where promised children flee in herds from shadows and fog, their exodus bringing them finally to the shining horde of geometric behemoths, where the future blossoms solitarily under microscopes like the wobbling dreidel of autumnal desires. it is only for lack of dress that he flees the house of numbers, the inhabitants of which have kindly invited guests to wear their finest garb. On his way from the capital he peers slyly at his food like a fox with nostalgic memories of wry old trappers and painted natives, maybe a vaguely familiar monster with twenty-one faces. out of the chaste badlands he sighs wind like belly thump beer guzzles and inhales the sunset's salty mirage. meaty green hilltop shadows on the lawn of courteous answers, bathing the loins of shrubbery statues whose heads break through the curtain of moist stillness to find an even similarly vacuous emptiness. autism and sociopathy, all of it, and a beauty the likes of which we've only ever seen in dreams or moving pictures, but never both.

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(Mud)

I aint shady
but sometimes the dusk is the influence
coolin in the ripples of the palms yawning gainst the blueness
truth is what you make it ask the quakers
or the bakers in the alley tryna break it
with their fingers where aromas linger...

pheromones in spring, then summer brings the heat up
so many want to cling to their jesus, i sing aliyah and love what I'm seeing,
season for breathing, don't need a leader
but let you play it if you mixing margaritas
switch it when we twisting on the cheeba,
feelin cohibas in havana type, dragon flight l's beneath the candle light
i said let's keep our mandibles tight,
unlock it if the socket sees the love and thinks to breath a dove of peace, expressing blessings
your sight don't need to be oppressive, feel the omnipresence, thoughts to avila
and talks in lobbies of do we take the stairs or elevator
is it fair to tell em later what is in the present, lessons taught me now extends through heaven sent eternal
is a concept tied to time but life's is tied to mind and science doesn't touch the essence
never mention school lessons but I'm betting experience will bring us past theories and

we be cooling, ask me what i do and i just tell you that I'm doing

feel the brightness of the love in your soul, the light is shed by the ethereal whole

cozy and we maxing, kicking it as one no need to side with any faction

vibin if you dig it, my insight asks who is fit to judge the wicked

yeaa i said we cooling, sparking up the buds and watch the smoke of flowers blooming

the loves ubiquitous and who really know, take of your shoes and feel the mud in your toes

yeaa we here relaxing, the vibes from the piano so ill that they got me laughing haa

but here's the thing it probably lies within perception, somethinsomethingsomethin fuck a rhyme

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(Osiris Booque)

I grew up in the Norte
With thirsty white shorties
Caucasian persuasion
Getting hurt and sipping fourties
First year of college
Got a Taste of Asian woosy
Wet dripping moist and passionate
That gushy
Addicted and effectded
Come pon da select it
You so Afro centric
Nortenos getting mad
She told me eat the pussy
I went soreno on that ass
How the fuck you bouta a say my curly haired self
Get the Japanese straightning
That's like all you white girls
Getting Brazilian blow outs
Am I a hoe now?
Because I went down on the first touch
Finger tips and lips locking lips
Hands on the hips Make the spot hot
Till it perspires
Then I dip
Per your request madam
Head twirling like a madman
Tan line dancer hips
Tippy toes the transic tip
That tantric shit
Sutra goddess type
And you think you plain
And I feel
You might not be the hottest
I
Still dig it though

Why you trippin hoe?
I'm just twisting dro
And we just kicking flows
(x2)

Shouts out to my brother ben stanton lewis
Shouts out to my brotha omnipresent music
Shouts out to my brothers from ubiquitous love tribe
Shouts out to my brothas .... Rogve skuad
Shouts out afro nation

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from (a) brief offering, released November 28, 2013

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nahhphet Los Angeles, California

Puppeteer of nonsense words and phrases. Journeyman wind magician & marginally upright honkey. Matriarch and thoughtsmith-errant of the Ubiquitous Love Tribe. Educator, storyteller, collagist, producer...

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