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Coyote Conspiracy
01:57
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Rhythmical session,
Pay very close attention to the next assignment
Planets alignment coincide with the rhymes
That's intertwined within the mind BITCH!!!!!
No I aint killing em' with kindness this time,
But what makes this time so different from many others
Follow the rainbow and see many colors,
But there's no pot of gold at the end
Just forgotten out in the cold again my friend,
So many old stories that's been told before,
So now I write my own
For the folks at home who didn't make it out to see the show
And with the music in my dome I am never alone
I find a hole to plant the seed & water it & watch it grow
Trained to battle any foe & never be exposed to mind control
But daily doses of drama can tend to take its toll
On even the most magnificent of souls,
I rock 2 the rock then I role on down the road
I had to go for broke, but never thought I'd burn at the end of a rope!
Too many tough pills to follow so now I choke
I saw my life begin to flash before my eyes, but then I awoke!
Slowly vanishing into a cloud of smoke,
U asked for a Pepsi hoe, but didn't you know that I was Classic Coke
Mixed with a sore throat and a bad acid dose
U thought u were getting a little warmer
But NO, you're not even close!
Maybe I'm too far gone, maybe I'm wrong
But I have been gone for way too long,
Nearly forgotten and lost
I'm sitting under a tree, gathering moss, like a rock
That rolled back down the mountain
Because it stopped to check the clock...
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Poets Ear
01:59
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It's the poetic medic, flow'n so copacetic,
Take the game, reset it,
And start you back at the beginning, YES, I said it
The blood, we all shed it, but who bleeds the reddest?
Catch me feeding my fetish or maybe breeding
Let us, travel, as another tale unravels
If I get to drifting away, I may begin to babble,
On, and On, and On, and On, and On, and On
But still I checkmate your ass without even moving a pawn
The demon spawned from beyond the grave
Dead by dawn somedays,
Sleep in on Sundays, and pray to see a better day
But stay thankful that I live to see today
Anyways, who can say how many days may remain?
Abduct the mainframe and inject it with pain
Associated with the criminally insane in the brain
But still we manage to maintain to stay deranged & spit flame,
Make change for the better
But never would I change, the way I was raised
Dodging booby traps and NO, I can not say that I was never fazed
I became compelled to the darkness in 1988 when I was 8
And began to develop a criminal mind state
Tilt'n the Merlin's Magic game in the arcade,
Slang'n a fist full of tokens & play'n the skill crane,
Purchase'n a 5 item combo up at the Flaming Wok,
Lost in time, constantly ticking on the watch,
Once again I got distracted and I lost my spot
But I'm still scheming to plot,
Bitch it's glockoma speaking, just in case you forgot...
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Time keeps moving forward, but for me it's running out!
Still stunning, with the wits cunning, show me the money!
I'm not fronting anymore!
We've been through this long before we explored inside of the rotten core!
No one knew what was in store!
But NEVERMORE, would they hear me rapping at the Chamber Door!
Still they never knew what I might do next!
I resurrect and project the dialect that you would least expect!
What's next? So maybe I'm not playing with a full deck!
But I'm LIVE & DIRECT with no special effects!
Still get "No Respect!"
But "When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck!"
& U should know I always come correct!
So there's no need to double-check the text BITCH!
Fetch the bone! Don't make me flex on these hoes yo!!!!!
"OH NO!!!!!"
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Abominable on a beat, I tweak the techniques
Feel the earth move under my feet whenever I speak!
I teach the peeps "U better practice what u preach!"
& u aint preaching about being a mother fucking bloodsucking leach!
I dangle a treat just out of your reach,
I got my homies with me see we're serving all u can eat!
I'm being all I can be!
An emcee beneath the surface of the street level,
Lyrical DareDevil when I'm feeding on the BASS & TREBLE
SOUL REBEL, Funky like Art Neville!
5 Star Bars weigh heavier than metal on your mental!
When I'm rockin' I'm knockin' em' out there socks!
To a LOCKSMITH Instrumental!
I'll break your fucking pencil!
Take your cookie cutters & stencils
& disassemble everything u had on rental!
& Hell naw BITCH I won't be gentle!
The PAIN & SUFFERING I bring is ESSENTIAL,
Nutrients, vital fluids,
That's why we do it to spew it the truest!
Actin' foolish but I thought that u knew it already!
We hold it down steady! Lyrical Weaponry's DEADLY!
Like getting whacked in the head with a MACHETE!
It's glockoma versus Jason & Freddy & these Richards are Petty!
U got a lotta shit to say but u aint never met me!
I don't ever sweat the small shit, it can never upset me
But still these deadbeat fledglings will never forget me!!!!!
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I've just been slicin' & dicin' it, precise in this with the niceness
& on the mic I'm priceless when I'm left alone to my devices!
Held together, leanin' on my vices!
But yo it's time to Pay the Piper when I'm gettin' hyper in a cypher!
Hard to decipher but DEADLY like vipers!
Have these babies shittin' in their diapers!
Fucking trifiler's 4 lifers!
Squeeze the grip tighter!
But then ease & "Flick My Bic" lighter!
Spark the Fire Spitter!
Chillin' with the babysitter watchin' Critters as a kid sir!
Gettin' sick in '86' at the age of 6
Peepin' Horror Flicks, the GORE was so GLORIOUS
& thus began the NeverEnding Story of my MORBIDNESS!!!!!
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The Heist w/Nomad
01:56
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I went from being a patron to being patronized
Is it the cloudy skies or the cloudy disguises they hide behind?
Ties that bind intertwine with the lies
Got people pickin' & choosin' their sides!
Divide inside & creep between the lines
A Lost Soul like mine is hard to find!
But still the genuine rhymes flow off the top of the mind
I am not simply a victim of the times!
The Metro Times & tones
Still alone & unknown in the zone with no metronome!
I'm smokin' Catatonic #4 in the Catacombs
With a Bag of Bones & a Book of Poems!!!!!
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Off Kilter
01:44
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Poppin' & Lockin'
Steadily rockin' it properly with the Locksmith
Beat boxin'
I'm out foxin'
The hounds that be all on my cock skin
And u should know I'm obnoxious
Vocally toxic
But I fill the pot to the top
With every single synopsis that I drop
SHIT,
I'M NOT AFRAID TO ADMIT
HOW FUCKING RAW IT GETS IN THIS BITCH!
Upside down,
I mix the Pineapple with the Alien
Now I'm smooth sailin' in
Never failin'
UPS mailin'
"Special Delivery!"
The eyes see the infrared beams
Telling us to forget what Life and Liberty really means
Expose the hidden cameras captured behind the scenes
Subdued urban combat fatigues & automatic machines
Made the fucking 40 thieves believe!
So much blood on the hands and sleeves
But still attempting to deceive me, PLEASE
Then we can make believe that I'm what u want me to be
Microchip implant included with the full frontal brain lobotomy
I'm not seen eating the rotten meat from down the street
All I need to sustain me is some fresh beats
Feel me bringing the heat like mesquite
U know I'm hungry so let's eat! I saved u a seat
It's a smorgasbord of tasty treats for the elite
Just another Brutal Gourmet Feast
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Nonbelievers
02:26
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Wander the path that was traveled by less
Smoke with the best, so never I stress
I stay BLESSED!!!!!
But maybe I'm cursed, to roam the face of the earth
I've been dying since birth
But right now, I'm just dying to spew another verse
Truer than the berry bluest herb
Bitch u got a lot of nerve
Talk'n shit u get what u deserve!
U live and never learn, that u get burned
And pay the price that u earned, when the tables turn
As I rotate & flip it, don't let me catch u slippin'
Like, "Time to become the next victim"
Of the mental metaphysical, lyrical, spiritual fitness
Nonbelievers, interrupt your receiver so u can bear witness!
To the vicious, malicious dishes that I'm steadily spittin'
Greater than Britain while I'm sittin' in the Murder Mitten
Heavily hittin', Yo he did it! And hell no, I aint afraid to admit it...
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Flow one more time, let me bend your mind
Fuck the 9 to 5, I need time to unwind
Time to just sit back & write some rhymes
Then recite em' & shine, outside the nickel & dime
I've seen so many signs but please show me another
How much pain am I to suffer?
But they say what doesn't kill u makes u tougher
I think I've had enough sir!
Keepin' it rugged & rough, swervin' round dead man's bluff
And chances are, he left the bar in a stolen car
Waving so long to his dreams of becoming a star
He wanted to be the big man in charge,
But only ended up a small time criminal at large
Attempted to stack the cards, but fell hard!
Shattered the magic mirror and tried to reassemble the shards
There was a shot in the dark, it was a poisonous dart
Piercing the heart,
Blood splattered on the canvas "It's a work of art"
The BEAST gave him the mark
Now simply throw it in park & ignite the spark!
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Without delay, the Brutal Gourmet will start another day!
Caffeine & nicotine, sticky icky green!
Don't ever call me Nicky Lee Diem!
I be a heat seeking, street sweeping PLEASURE KILLIN' MACHINE!
Known to spit it obscene!
I got the DOPE for the FIENDS!
I'm driving off the ravine!
I found myself losing HOPE!
Rarely do I DREAM!
Perhaps it's lack of sleep?
But in FACT, it's actually EXTREMELY DEEP!!!!!
So magnifique when we speak over fresh beats!
We be 2RAW4TV with the Freedom of Speech!
U see I'm not the only emcee with the Special Delivery Express!
I left the Butcher Shop a bloody mess!
Give it my all until there's nothing left!
Don't ever settle for anything less!
It's hard 2 guess!
But I guess that I'll see when I breathe my last BREATH!
If there's Life After Death...?
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We're in the home sweet home, of the Pleasure Dome
Lunatics roam the zone, I flow another poem,
This aint no Total Recall, cause I can't totally recall
But was appalled to discover it was a small world after all
The universe however is not the shape of a ball,
And like I said before, "I'm dropping shit when duty calls"
I never stall when I enter the booth,
Cerebral center of the Hip Hop representer
Presenting to you THE TRUTH
So don't be confused,
Cause I'm still Pleasure Killin' like I got nothing to lose
I paid dues and I break through to feed the brain food,
Medium rare steak, chased with some sour grapes dude
I see the apple of my eye inside of my mind
Most Mercillessly kind, because I'm so very nice with the rhymes
Genetic design? Perhaps a sign of the times?
So many victims made to die,
But the blood on my hands was never mine...
The tribal funkadelic, psychedelic, verbal relic, Hip Hop Zealot
With another little story, let me tell it!
The other night I felt a little Hellish,
Ready to relish, embellish, another fond farewell in the Citadel
Ashes to Ashes they all fell, at the toll of the bell
Steady roll'n, no control'n, THE UNDERGROUND IS WHERE I DWELL
They wanna lock me in a padded cell
And there will be no escaping the mental raping's
That were recovered from scrapings of the audio tapings
But there was nothing left that was found incriminating...
Process of eliminating gradings of a lesser rating,
Mad Professor, picture painting what's beyond explaining
Still maintaining even though it's physically & emotionally draining
Keep on fighting, but the day is fading
Visions of DEATH, sometimes I'm sick of waiting!
And there will be no imitating, I'm relating with what I'm stating
It's tested with the carbon dating
Timeless Treasures never seem to be aging,
I have seen inconceivable visions of what is truly amazing!!!!!
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I feel the walls closing in, something's crawling under my skin!
Stuck in a whirlwind, twirling me down!
Caught up in that BULLSHIT once again!
Opposed by those who chose to follow the path of sin!
U know I've seen it all before, the struggle never ends!
Artificial officials pretend to be my friend!
Fuck your BULLSHIT voodoo with your needles & pins!
U dumb BITCH! Spin the wheel & u get pricked!
I will never, never fall for your evil tricks!
I'm seeing SICK, SICK, SiCK SHIT!
Constantly, OVER & OVER, so I'm over it!
LOCKSMITH with the BEATS, I'm all over it!
& I aint alienating shit you twit!
So quit anally probing it!
"Look into my eyes" I see through the disguises!
All the lies & the unpleasant surprises!
Hot & Cold climate, solitary confinement,
"Steadily Shine" when I find the time to rhyme! SHIT
Another MIND TRICK, identified it!
Enter the cave that I used to reside in!
I need to get back to THRIVING, not just SURVIVING!
BITCHES is conniving, DIE without reviving!
Every singly day of my life I'm slowly dying!
Still DEATH DEFYING & you're not even trying!
The "Altered Beast" will leave you deceased!
"Late Night Snack" is a FEAST!
& I be shreddin' these fake emcees like mozzarella cheese!
Fuck a skeeze & a tease! I'm blowin' smoke in the breeze!
Set me free! Let me be who I be!
Fuck it! Everybody freeze!
Now get down on your knees!
Now you can't breathe!
Can't conceive the things that I BELIEVE!
& I definitely BELIEVE!
That I need to leave this fucked up reality that I see before me!
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Coverups
02:01
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The Lord's Prayer
Our Father who art in Heaven
hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power
and the glory, forever
AMEN
Coverups - Lyrics
Flash back from the distant past
Traveling fast like an avalanche
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
They're developing an evil plan
Grains of sands fall, as I military crawl
Through the abandoned hall
Coming deadly with a machete
Ready to brawl, Fuck em' all
Yes, yes y'all and you don't stop
Calling the cops,
That shit could get you shot & left to rot in a plot
You wonder why? But why the fuck not!?
And you can't put me in a box
I'm sly like a fox and I've been known to
Vocally shock & rock around the clock
Sick like the measles and pocks
I bamboozle the weasels & woozles
Whole kit and caboodle
Frugal Gourmet is Brutal
The resistance is futile
If your intentions are cruel
they find you face down in a blood pool
How could you forget the Golden Rule?
Damn fool,
You're just a finger puppet
And a useless tool
So now I'm taking em' to school
BITCH PAY ATTENTION!!!!!
Class is in session
But it seems you'll never learn your lesson
I serve justice like delicatessen
Deadlier than a lethal injection
Found you strangled with your own intestines
No time for second guesses
So raise your hands if you have any further questions...
Or simply step right up and be the next contestant!
Stop obsessing with the depths of being Dark & Depressing...
You better pray to God that you don't receive the Deadly Blessing!
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Capture the colony, "All Apologies" but I swear solemnly,
To leave em' Dead 2 Rights when I commence to bombin' beats
It's lyrically delicious, Brutal Gourmet dishes,
Generous helpings always being served it's just a "Family Tradition"
Guaranteed to spit it so malicious & vicious
When I'm getin' nutritious with the food groups
While these fruits sit on the stoop, eatin' banana soup
Rally the troups! I'm jumpin' through a thousand flaming hoops!
Bang Bang! Blast Blast!
Pain & "Suffering Succotash"
I got one last itch to scratch
But not a rash,
Super Toke a block oh hash
Cremate it to ash!
But it was not my last
I got the Secret Stash!
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U know I can't resist 2 spit is so delicious, most nutritious
Claiming 2 be vicious but I'll have u bitches sleeping with the fishes
Watch me guttin' & filletin' em'
All Day, "Everyday Shit", way back in the day!
I got no time 2 be actin' afraid,
I be a ruthless renegade, ready 2 rain on your parade!
Sunday, Monday "Happy Days" with the Purple Haze
Don't wanna have 2 wait till Friday 2 get paid & BLAZE
I need a raise! I need 2 just chill in the shade
But if I stop 2 take a break I might go insane!
And I might the only one 2 blame, but that would be a damn shame
And "That'll be the Day that I Die" when u quit your hating ways!
& Hell No, I aint sayin' no names!
But I'm on time with the rhymin' fake emcees is gettin' slain!
Defeat the Mother Brain, & travel back 2 my cave
& try 2 escape the pain, I can't explain it on a page...
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Glockoma Ypsilanti, Michigan
Born in Ypsilanti, Michigan, glockoma aka. The Brutal Gourmet is an independent artist, poet, emcee, musician, producer, performer, entertainer, & music connoisseur. His Hip Hop history includes work with the group's Triple Bypass (3B), (circa. 2001 - 2010), The Pleasure Killers (TPK), (2010 - 20??), and Most Merciless (2012 - 20??) while collaborating with talented producers all around the world. ... more
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