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Spike The Dragon's final album, newly remastered to not sound like utter shit. For what it's worth. Thank you very much for all and any support.

2/1/2016

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released January 16, 2016

Everything by Spike

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Spike The Dragon Killingly, Connecticut

hey, I'm Spike. I make mostly rap music. actually it's all rap. (UPDATE: I DON'T MAKE RAP MUSIC ANYMORE)

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Track Name: prologue
PROLOGUE

put me in firey light
paint me in all of the stars in the sky
carve me in stone with a fork and a knife

nobody lives forever, and everybody dies

conjure me up in your mind
shuffle my feet in the sparks of your spine
make me the subject of all of your time

nobody lives forever

let me be cool in your eyes
let me be warm by the fire of your cries
build me in truth with a million lies

nobody lives forever and everybody dies
Track Name: tetsuo / sunday
TETSUO

not shameless,
it's just hot where god's brain is
pot where hot flames is
bout to sautee this
make it crispy.
thinks his lame brain's a gift,
speak verse, rehearse sixteens.
turn reverb stiff.
see "dragon" in the dictionary under "force"
hunchback cause he's fitting barely under doors
scary under scored, written rarely under warps
hitting mary the canary cause he's very fucking bored
more raw than warsaw
and under full moons, spike grip the mic four paws, bull moose
and emcees get shook loose off the collossus
mosses jostle him till he's nauseous
tha boss is back with that old 80's shit like lauren faust
gosh, he's demolishing these beats,
a lost cause
hot damnnnnnnnnnn this honkey's got BARS
KICK BACK FAST LIKE SHOPPING CART CARSSSSS

rappers want cheese for their people
I just want peace from the streets to the steeple
maybe I'm evil, maybe I only dream it
maybe I'm the only one, maybe no one can see it

can you imagine

trap trappers in the keeper
rapper reaper
artificially enacted to attack the weaker
attrrack the features from pitchfork tens
now lets see which rooster gets more hens, and what the hay???
stay Freddie Benson :3
tension
emcees when the way of jim henson
HENSHIN
had its day and it was done
now you smell melting vinyl records laying in the sun
on a laptop, I'm a rookie
but you still can't see me like a valedict playing hookie
lookie lookie here, once they do, line and sinker
last of a long line of stinkers, spike

SUNDAY

the flood destroyed the basement
overgrown foliage
overbloan holiness
echoes in the soul next to rollie pollie ollie
isn't god restored in the cold of the fridge I left open?
nope
coping
humming a beat as I draw one
that sorcery's been muddied but rekindled
and witches feet creep from under the street
signalling shapes in the trees, spindling, my work's not done here
I see the shadow escape through the A/C grate
in another world I've got a family and a fanbase
and a girl (ain't she great?) (we broke up after this)
i got a grand space
and if I can break my back before friday I can stand straight
but here I've gotta chase that shadow because I'm old enough now
I can face that battle because I'm old enough now
I can take that challenge because I know that in the center of the darkness
there's a way back out of the back of my own head
out will crawl a boy who quotes commercials when he goes to bed
and you
pull up in the drive way
come out with a backpack I see you through my eyes hazed
zip memories and suicidal tendencies
1676
Track Name: 567
FIVESIXSEVENNINETWOTWOSEVEN DONT CALL THAT NUMBER

five - six, dillapidated
piss the map away in the pond
use the bong
sickness is exasperated
addiction is exaggerated
beat it in your skull untill it lives inside your cranium
between coffee and geraniums
the sun's not awake for fuck's sakes, not complaining, I'm
straining
eyes flooded with hot water
and blood
and the lost father of love
I was lost, caught her



fuk it, I'm hot and bothered
so I scratch my fucking face off till I look like a rock lobster
or like I'm bleeding half to death
red claws dripping you can see me splash the clef

(regular show samples for artsiness)

(burp)
bite an apple as I'm standing on the deck
trying to check back into fucking scrabble
it's like scrabble, but you have to rhyme,
and it should also make sense, if you fucking have the time:
maybe between work, school, and other work
and another fifth minute of fame: what a jerk
it's much better at five:thirty
then get in the shower just to make my mind dirty
meanwhile
a lover lay waiting
as he lay naked in bed, in the daze, sailing
into eastern nights
I jump the grey railing
for someone to say "save me"
I'm on my way, baby

(more shit)

livng off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
key in the ignition, pull out the driveway
gauntlet
I wonder if maybe something's wrong with me
am I okay
I open the window to palm the wind that I'm about to be gone with
watch the speed limit
seven, ten, and five
I gotta make it to see my girlfriend alive
forget alive, as soon as she see my eyes,
jesus fuck, a truck, gotta watch it,
fuck... now the clock says,,,

oh christ... now I'm pushing lead
pull up in the driveway, yellow flash, duh duh duh
Track Name: locker (feat. INSOMNIACS)
LOCKER (FEATURING INSOMNIACS GO LISTEN TO THEM)_ I DON"T HAVE TINE TO WRITE THEIR LYRICS DOWN BUT THEY"RE PRETTY INTELLIGABLE>
Track Name: ronin
RONIN

fool
run home and get your snicker-snack, cracker, it's a
duel
just hope that you can react faster than the
two opposite halves
of dudes chopped in the back
fool
run home and never bring your ass back or it's a

my swordplay stay steady, playing ball,
but when I work,
I don't play at all
imagine chopped up up-and-comers with the boxcutters
gotta stock numbers with these stock numbers while I meditate
plenty explications in my mind, I gotta set it straight
in Edo years, a hazy mind meant a chest agape
and I've acquired both, still a live wire readymade
adapting the established styles with additional
original revisions
cause this ring that I live in if cull of heavyweights
every time I leave th ehouse it's heaven's gates
bullets fly at libraries
bullies die cause guys looking shy carry
liquid swords don't cut it
spit sicker than whacky tobaccy addicts
while old farts and cold hearts stack in your tacky addicts
boss dogg handed some hacky sack static
let me react, Calvin, in fact I'll be back Braddock

~

grip bushido, clip ships for cheetos
modern times:
the shogun's decapitator's the shogun's decapitator
floaters can jack the data
and no one comes back to save the parents from the rats
their inheritance relapses
humanity collapses
all because someone put that profanity to rap sick
and raptures the kids from the catchers, the cliff sits
shift pics to wrist-slit students
spin six shooters
losers
ripstick loops
turn six-ten haikais to suspend the high guys from high skies
view's making my eyes wise, wise guys
it's like filling out sudoku
2048'n your whole crew, who told you
fire marshall?
he been burning since lead steppers
rappers still don't have a chance in hell like red peppers
(and peace to Zephyr)

~

microphonin'
ronin
psycho sewn in
made me bite the bone and write alone and
hone in
flows that make fire out of the air your KITE was flown in
Book 2's open but look through;
soaking
wrote it in a rainstorm and look who's moaning
rap in the back of my mind and death in the front of it
samurai stay light-footed and make a run of it
tee off cocky with a freebie off boxy
shogun see off CD's just to be all rocky horror picture show
door to door the sickness go
sorta sort the business
sport the pictures
tore up as this orifice is
shogun to no one
who I happen to flow for
happiness is a dull sword and a razor sharp mind
Track Name: bound 0
BOUND 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

been spitting bars hitting harder than a ground pound
I'm stalking your tumblr, you're stalking my soundcloud

bound

bound

on a bus full of people and I'm lonely
try to say hello, but it keeps coming out like "bone me"
and I'm trying to talk through a book like a forest thick
chorus chick, zoning, but grades, you always own me
and every sunday night I'm blowing with my homies
monday morning, we'll be studying

and I don't read Japanese but I like the way it looks on the covers of CDs
and I like the way you look by the woodstove in my dreams
and I like some of the books that you reccommended me
I got three of them
now if I could only find the time to fucking read 'em
in between rapping bout fucking horses

in between jacking the shit that's strictly for radical kids
and ripping the packaging to make hits that's spectacular
I'm dropping these albums, turning these kids into addicts
but if I can't be original
I ain't fit to be rapping

(some shit)

I could write a love letter written in blood
but a sixteen bar's worth a million

bound

bound

and when we first met, flirting was an instinct
I guess I dialed it back, knowing my decisions stink
and I metaphorically had you on the kitchen sink
I never fucked you though,
what would Tristan think?

I guess I didn't think fast enough to get it in
I guess I didn't think

"Boy, why you always smoking in the basement?"
"Baby why you always broken into spaceships?"
"Boy, why you always lurking with them braindead strainheads?"
"Baby, cause I'm bout that life.
Baby, why you never wanna catch a train maybe,
go back to way basics
and mack in train stations?
I ain't mean to break your heart and tear it up,
I'm just trying to get to the heart of America.
This is why I've never been caring for love,
cause there is some terrible stuff in my heart with cannibal lust
and when it comes to your feelings I'm can opener,
but that's your fault for leaving them open at all!"

(more shit)
Track Name: ### (feat. CL)
#################################################################################

shouts to high elder
really fuck you high elder
not really big ups to those guys either fucking internet rap collectives never get off the ground that shit is sophomoric

TTYL
CG
3D
MY HELL
CDS I SELL
TEETH BETWEEN MY BELT
DVDS DIE WELL GIVE ME VHS
THE WRIT THAT I'M SCRIBBLING RULES,
TIMOTHY BREAKS

THIS IS TURNER BROADCASTING (TM)
TURN 'EM ALL BACK TO THE TERMINAL-
die hard 2
TERMINALLY ILL WHEN i DESIGN BARS, FLUENT
SIONARA TO IT
LIGHTER ON THE FLUID
KINDA WANNA DO IT

STAY AWAY

SPIES

GOD, I HATE TO LIE WHEN IT'S GAME DAY
SO PLEASE LIKE, RATE, AND SUBSCRIBE IF YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY

FIFTY SHADES OF GREY (I'm ashamed of this rhyme)

i DON'T NEED A PAY-TO-PLAY
i JUST NEED A DAY TO DAY TO PAY ME SO WHEN BONFIRES FUCKING BLAZE AWAY,
i CAN PAY TO FUCKING
~www.fuckingdominos.fucking~
COMMENTS COLUMN IN CAPS LOCK
STACK BLOCKS FOR AN HOUR
ALL YOU COWARDS CAN SUCK ON A FAT COCK
# # IRL FAGGOT
PASS IT TO D - Y, DO A BARREL ROLL, HAVE IT

###KEEPIT
###KEEPIT
###KEEPIT
##SICKOFARGUINGWITHWHITEDUDESONTHEINTERNET
Track Name: literally
LITERALLY

game grumps was still funny when I sampled this

shia labouf with the robots (I, ROBOT reference)
I'm so not Will Smith with the soapbox (remember all those times when Will Smith was a great actor)
but Spoon, what you know not's that I'm ticked, Dad's no atticus, had to get knowledge on my own
college on my phone
school sucks, but I gotta get the paper on my home, just to spark a bone
like ghost rider
I'm so-so fly I'm flappy bird
so shy I'm hardly heard, no lie,
but on the mic, yo, I'm a wild thing ---
spike jonze
and if you hype mines,
that don't necessarily mean I'm gonna hype yours
but I'mma listen
and if we both are on the same mission, we could kick it
I'll risk it because my whole country's crazy
I've been told that cartoons are real since a baby
now I'm smoking hazy
only sixteen talking like I've served in two wars, somebody save me
think of the children
the one you think you're done with is growing up just like me
sneaking out to parties and throwing up, just like me
you better love him
cause when he's all grown up, who you gonna bum shit from?

KATAMARI DAMACI
rolling wicked thick
and these girls call me small, but I'm rolling with the prince
so roll off my dingaling
and know my decisions stick
what I spit has your fans like "holy friggin shit
batman"
I'm on top of the roof
launching a rocket up to the moon
with your optics in the cockpit
watch this
atomic bombs in this bitch
what I spit has the toxin of the shit making my socks stick
rocksteady, my bebop clocks heavy
on detox the same day I see tom caught jerry
beatbox not very, master control program
go ham on beats, I'm not even rapping anymore...
... it just happens, get it on, gimme any score
man, I'm feeling very bored,
full of herb, depressed,
seeing atoms everywhere
bullies, nerds, I'm pressed to bring this emcee shit back
herbert west
Track Name: quarks
QUARKS

god made a chemistry set
somebody forgot to follow all the directions he set
#1: don't use it,
return to manufacturer
earth's a bad patty smashed under a bad spatula
crumble under the music, yeah, I'm a bad bachelor
any cutie who likes me in back of the cab cackling
death
rattling
everyone likes to think they're a god damn battle ram
I think I'm mad cattle, man

everything's looking like a cell wall lately
look in the mirror and see a single cell's all
I only smash the real small stuff
where do I stand without any grass to keep off of?
test tubes
pessimism
sex lube
take me to the next groove
react with me
I gotta getchooo existentialism
guess two heads are just as good as one inside of a guillotine

I'm not a stoner
yeah, I'll burn some
but I'm not going to college for the girls, I wanna learn something
I wanna see my life split with my own eyes
I wanna see that hype shit rip through its own lies
I wanna see how many people get tricked by their own guise
like you're headed for something after
like everything's fair
like anything even matters
like a dog with a broken leg'll outrun the catcher
like you aren't an apprentice
like you're not gonna get shot in the midst of a seven-syllable sentence
like your repentance is gonna send you to heaven
like you're somehow beyond all the physical things you're renting
like you're not an obscure compilation of minerals, water and protein, cells that form society of their own, based on robotic chemical signatures, imprints, and signals, and sickness, and principals, every single co worker working to feed a filing cabinet with the storage capacity of a galaxy made of raw meat; billions and billions of neurons that send electromagnetic signals through synapses that converge and cooperate to form an alignment of electrical information capable of developing and referencing sensory readings of an outside world, stored impermanently in the mind in the form of a literal thunderstorm; a pinprick picture of sparks, held together in the frock-coats of molecules, forming the framework of a literal god to their kind, made up of atoms, made up of protons, neutrons, and electrons, photons, gravitons, passing push and pull between leptons and
quarks
that spark swords on the battlefield known to the world as darkness,
building elements made of pure energy,
powering what little there is of anything that managed to survive
keeping it alive
rolling into clusters of the corpses of dead relatives
the surfaces of which coated in the ambitious love of everything for everything else
constantly
moving
crashing
burning
breaking
breaking back down
back down into the darkness
Track Name: saturday / 1676
SATURDAY

but fuck it, right?

but fuck living in a bucket, right?
kick it.

fuck everybody at school; they can suck it, right?
wicked.

and fuck honor and ethics and every other nice thing that keeps me up at night,
sickened.
and fuck someone from some day who comes from someplace in the back of my head
and cuts one blade of grass from the casket
laid in the garden I placed in her heart and defaced it,
fuck it right?

itching
fuck it, right?
stitching my skin back together with the bloody sheets from my bed,
fuck it, right?
the bloody scenes in my head
every fucking time I look up or right
lynching

fuck posting my shit on soundcloud
facebook
twitter
tumblr
youtube
bandcamp
in my lap, posting to rapgenius
I grab steering cause this oncoming car's gonna kill me
fuck it, right?

fuck sitting in my car for an hour after work
cause I'm a coward to these jerks, but fuck it, right?

fuck wasting gas, driving into town
wasting all this wifi, siphoning this sound,
just jiving it around, trying to write everything down
from the skull of this ivory boy that I think is profound
but it's kinda fucking loud
moreso than it needs to be.
rap's a little too easy for me and not everyone is believing me when I rap about my struggles, too
or maybe you believe me, but
I struggle to
my friends all support me even though
I'm fucking doing so much better than them, they're going out of their minds
using knives to divide knuckles in two, but
fuck
it
right?

got my license
puff one jay
nevermind it,
cause come Sunday
my narrow mind is gonna be flooded by everything behind it

but fuck it, right?





1676, E. Wallum Lake Rd.

pull up in the driveway
birdhouse mailbox
oak tree pokes into the road, took the tails off
dodge it in a kia
send a text to momma, she thinks that I'm on the highway
turned seventeen, watch the cherry blossom bloom for the last time,
overgrown,
leaves are rotting soon

the fall's coming,
I gotta say goodbye

I crush weeds where flowers used to grow
raspberry trees still release their dying moans
climb branches that broke my arm to the deck where I ducked smoke alarms
slide the door
take a step into the room which was once warmed by a fireplace
now a strange mural
white and grey, golden walls
I remember when there was no gold at all
I used to lay in bed and button up my overalls
play the game of not stepping in the light,
roam the hallway
watch cartoons all day
walk into the kitchen, where we used to dare for a lie
woke up before school, spilled juice on the floor and cried,
watched mom clean it
I sing a truer sigh
these little regrets serve as pestilence through my life
the air misses a heartbeat
keep darkness in arm's reach
cold wind sneaks in a stark breeze
I feel my arm squeezed
I broke down walls
the guest room is mine
I studied visions
huddled in my bed, two to nine and past
nightmares every night
tried too hard to fight fears
mom would say "I'm right here, you're okay"
set in, estranged
ten to eleven, the range of the shouts like bullets
foul currents crept through my brain
as a bad dream grew
as a half-teen youth
mom would kneel down, "what would you do if everything changed?
for the first, I learned that everything breaks up
I laid, eyes open, trying hopefully to wake up

keep the house, knock your brain off, papa
started making hip-hop and sustained soft talk, but
trying to get my fame all proper
saturday nights, watching the pats, this became our chakra
watched a world decay
I started feeling eerie
skulk around sneakily, I found your brain bleeding
fourteen and up, I'm in my room, watching cartoons, feeling all coool
til you stop through
try to watch television with you but I'm not a rock, dude
never disappointed, just glad that I never copped brew
I like to slow myself, not destroy it
it just gave me some time to sit and listen to the voices
and I like the taste of breathing flames, burn my teeth and my brain
tell myself a dragon tale to ease the pain

I played a cast, a kid
a son
a different one
took a long time for me to believe that the shit was done
I guess I held on too long
cost me woolongs
now that everyone's officially moved on
I guess it's time to strike set for this play
put it on to teach me something I don't think I'll ever quite get
I don't think I memorized my lines well
Can't quote a single one
I broke the rules, packed a dime L
light it, smoke

pass a room where so much happened I don't know,
make a choice
my hands become empty
walk down the stairs, apartment for my grandfather
I took it when he got too sick to be left alone
studio outside, mom would sing and play
tried to turn me into something I jusr didn't play
now I thank god that she got me in to stay
open the garage door, doorknob's hot
sparks fly
trails of smoke in the sky
the front yard
the porch swing
the lord sings
funeral march
pass truths true to the heart
my life is a movie
I'm only shooting this part
on the porch with a bad son
shot myself in the eye too close with a cap gun
mom and dad said it was the toy's bad,
don't worry about it
you're still young
after this is done
anything can happen
you just have to be ready,
work hard,
and don't forget to have fun,

in the september wind, the cherry blossom blaze pink for the last time
I guess I should say a thing
I guess I should say what I think

this is the end of act 1.
Track Name: epilogue
EPILOGUE

believe it or not
I'm actually tired
I think I'll hit the hay
it's okay
tomorrow's another day
I think
or no
I know
you know
I don't like being bad
I'll see you in the morning

I'm not gonna watch
another bad movie with you
I'm gonna have to pay
nore attention
to everything I do
I can't
be here
I'm here
you're there
and for now I'm just too scared
I'll see you in the morning

I did it to myself
like I knew that I would
I guess it feels too good
to be home
where I can be alone
in the dark
I can see
some things
you can't believe
so for now I'm gonna leave
cause I know that you will be
there for me when I can't breathe

and when the son
is in the sky
I can promise I'll be
high
good day
good night
too bad
I'll see you in the morning