We Are Not Evil (Down To Brass Tacks Remix)
One of my beat-production pieces.
Here's the description from its editorial pick page on CCMixter.org:
'March along, horns and all (!) to the anthemic spit of Clarance and Sawtooth’s majestic treatment.
Consider this a message to the futur
Ambient Industrial music with a Darkwave edge.
I write the songs that make the whole world nauseous.
Not really, but still.
Lyrics
I keep coming back like suicidal phoenix
Clarance Boddyker, pass - a - fist
multi- kabong hit
grimly stare into distance
I be spiderman kissing your chick
you ass like ham
fake and temporary like a tan
you better off actually spitting man
Boddyker, cranky like armpit high pants
Blanco, Chilla beat like booty-spotting trance
U can call me Clarance or Son Soo
Like Matt Foley or Kramer, I’m coming thru
Evernigga Scrooge, 4 u, liver lip greeting
“We Are Not Evil,” I will keep repeating
Ignant intensity, yeah, that being him
Maganatune track like engineer with Parkinson’s
U bolting up closet, it full of skeleTONS
50/50 record deal spilt with the Buckmans
Simultaneous damage to pride and insides
multiplied
Leave behind your mic’s chalk outline
Clarance will approach like Yukko The Clown
Like popped elevator cable, I gets down
U Susan Lucci niggas just need to rehearse
Yo, if Clarance won 2nd, 80 niggas tied 1st
They watchin O.C., cuz they live at OH NO!!
I’m Jack Nikklesun, your flow, Ceaser Romero
Holy Snykees! I ghostwrite with disappearing ink
Your rhymes, sniff, then sip of stinkwater
Chief Wiggum pile driver
Veratek Fytur
Socks-only orgy inciter
BX in your face like Lou Dobbs report
I blind the nearby, blunt like horizontal torch
Cartoon-like violence, oh yes he’s prone
Mary Jane cloud, then divined the truth from 4Stones
U solar panels niggas ain’t worthy
Opportunity knocked at Late:30
I be Phoenix Suicidee, yeah, u hear me
Make your life one long month, HELLUARY
So come on man u going nowhere
Clarance don’t care, it’s high noon somewhere
