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ThirtyTwoThou

from The Dead Can Rap by TheDeadCanRap

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  • When London Street Art legend, Remi Rough & Paris based, Boston bred Art Rap creator, Experimental Hip Hop innovator, Mike Ladd combine their cutting edge lyricism and captivating visual art, what ensues is The Dead Can Rap's new art-book.

    Bizarrely honest, unpredictable, unique and often unorthodox styles meet in a dialogue between two pillars of the international Hip Hop Community, and their comrades in Underground Hip Hop resistance theology.

    Not only will this artbook serve as intellectual & visual vitamins, but it also fits in your pocket, just like all those Rapper's rap books before the rise of iPhone raps emerged.

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lyrics

Thirty two thou
Bad cabana valentine bubble wrapped with Vaseline
Drunk up with the cherry wine molly only 29
The rest is cut with turpentine stick to 9 strychnine
Clock is ticking take your time engine engine on the line
Enough about the telephone ET don’t live here no more
I’m talking in a secret zone sand and dust fuck up ya drone
Take it home you or ya own 32, 32, 32 thou feet aint that deep
Leak it like she was dreary, sittin on the steel chair, eerie
Cotton candy in her hair scary NSA just left her there
My credo, duck all paedos If I ever go to Walpole give em the MCI steel
Drop em in Schiphol detained by polite people
Let him disappear between there and East Timor
I aint shittin, what happened to renditions
It ain’t like cats is finished we still in the beginning
Who’s hittin in mission omitting the witness
Whatever shit you though you saw aint nothing compared to the drop
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 ain’t that deep
Thirty two thousand feet no sign of metric
Tantric tantrums esoteric
Culture clash fast flash in the panDemic, totemic, totally human
Desensitized harsh engagements
Battle stations pure enragement
It’s the end of the line blind linear tactics
Brought to your knees with blind manufactured plastics
Yeah, I think you get the picture
It’s groundhog day but a permanent fixture
Zombie apocalypse, empty opposites
Last can of beans and your fighting over properties
Artistic licensing cosmopolitan, urban renewal it’s metro-politan
Preferrential essential opium credentials
Suffering from lifestyle phobias
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 thou ain’t that deep
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 thou ain’t that deep
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 thou ain’t that deep
32 thou 32 thou 32 thou 32 thou ain’t that deep

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from The Dead Can Rap, released December 11, 2020
Written and produced by Remi Rough and Mike Ladd

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Paris based Hip Hop legend/ArtRap pioneer, Mike Ladd & internationally acclaimed abstract artist, London based Remi Rough - explore the realities/confusions of 21st century life. TDCR on subject matter from post apocalyptic nightmares, zombie cultures, corrupt politics, esoteric spiritually to global financial conundrums from the perspective of Rappers/Artists/ Fathers. ... more

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