Produced by Sin7ven
Mixed and mastered by Disjointed
lyrics
[Verse 1]
This ain’t pauper shit, this is proverb shit
You need a chauffeur to bump you this auteurship
Fuck that noise you don’t want to be bothered with
Walk away from the voice that had offered it
My dark arts are avant garde
Par excellence, bar none except savants
Unless you are one, come, step along
Pen a song, it writes bars or it gets the wand
Engender a tender je ne sais quoi
Death is more a suggestion and less a law
Here’s a lesson, y’all:
If it wasn’t evident, keep off my necrotica reservoir
I know you nerds are pissed off, some are amazed
This’ll turn you into hip hop sommeliers
Your fave’s flow is prolly from a dixie cup
I need the coffee shop nodding with their pinky up
[Hook]
Others get their raps from a can
Lap it up like fast food slapped on demand
But you, you’re a smart lad
To come to the artisan, what’s a little cash for a maximal jam?
Some get their bars from a jar
Dog shit, dirt cheap not worth a cigar
But him, he has taste buds growing in his ears
If the beats lacks bass he might throw up if he hears
[Verse 2]
Some bars are bargain bin
Mine have sign value like once Upon a Time in Shaolin
Look that up, crown the king
If you squint right my rhymes might read like the Tao Te Ching
Recite the mantra too good for YouTube
Invent a microgenre to exclude you
And if you want in you pay the premium
And even then, nothing is too convenient
Never write a hook for a song
Cook them al dente few a minutes long
Portion size of the rhyming is tiny
The price tag wild but bourgeois oblige me
Like it’s cooler the less there is
And when I die, why, I’ll be the best there is
The idea is you’re buying the -ology
The price tag is divine theology
A wild and dizzying LP themed around the power of the number 23, “Ikosa Trio” leaps from vaporware to hip-hop to all stops in between. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 11, 2023