OBSTETRIC TRASH

by STATIC BROTHERS

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released July 30, 2016

All Songs Written, and Performed by Static Brothers
Static Brothers is Riff Quantum, Joe Hughes, and A Dead Fox
Produced by William Charles Mellor and Static Brothers
Engineered and Recorded by William Charles Mellor at Grandma's Ghost
Artwork by Jordan Stiff
www.static-brothers.com
static.brothers@gmail.com

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STATIC BROTHERS Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

DIY GRIT HOP/NOISE RAP BASED IN PHILADELPHIA, PA.


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Track Name: Birdshit
when staring at the face of smokin' barrels I get shacked
epileptic flash grenade blew up in my face
hailz from the neon holy land
where whackjob crackpots panhandle jackpots
fall out like dry rot
controlled cybots
can't bypass the stone cold serpent skulled eye lock
overclocked and undercooked, Basquiat SAMO
ear to ear smile across faces like Kano
and all i see is schemers tryna get the best of people
me? i try to bring out the best in people
potential prism shining bright energy
perpetual effigies
relentless dependencies bend space around harakiri-like tendencies.
we’re straying from the prime directive, but that's expected
treason for believing that every being is connected
random and reckless, it's all just a matter of perspective
skewed cerebral frequencies evident
cynics always ask me "do you feel like a winner?"
a too big for his britches sinner
a poet in a world of bad listeners
bunny-knot your own innards
so you can go back home to your precious TV dinners
third eyes are clogged with sleep
faith can move mountains or destroy skyscrapers
choose your method
without being utterly insensitive or offensive
Track Name: Wet Photophores
hold a black knot of hate in my heart like a lodged bullet bore
god corruption self-hate hagfish infestation
one thousand meters down with the black worms picking skeletons
blue whales dissolve banshee whales resolve into physical form
only hearing echos echos echos of storm
Track Name: Edit Gein
EVENT HORIZON PERIMETER BREACH SPECIMEN
SPAGHETTI STRETCH HEAVY ROCKS FUNCRUSHER ELEMENTS
MASS EXPANDS, RELATIVE LIGHT, PARTICLE SLAM
UNIVERSAL FABRIC SPLIT TO SINGLE STRANDS

No saved games in the Age I was raised in
Digital Satan, Analog Go.
Track Name: We Made You
inactive passive psionic waves, extra terrestrial slaves, inexplicable rituals,
assembly line manufactured criminals
minimalist depictions of decrepit crime scenes
take a shit all over on ABAB rhymes schemes
how like life
misnomer headlines flood eyes with the worst kind of lies
but everybody already knows that pseudoscience
lying supine, mummified breath
frozen in time tangible data scatterbrain liquid nitrogen
bottoming out on yet another pothole that goes unmended
friendships amidst distance age like fine wine
discordance axis cerebral connections neurons firing from the blue screen of death.
blast you, windows95 for ruining me
visions blurry with binary now
paperclips once preached to me "don't have a cow!'
maleable mayhem masochistically masturbating to memes
like aggressiveness in spite of itself
no place to call home but that's no matter
anti-matter
anti-establishment
anti-anti
quid pro quo
ungrateful rolemodel pro skipping practice
turns around and pays the fine with cash he wipes his ass with
first world petty crooks snatched the purse of mother earth
and turned losing a hand for stealing into a mere slap on the wrist
perfection on the horizon but it’s infinite half the distance to the goal
strive to embrace being alive but its tough
geometrics emerge from an encloaked mystic nimbus
Caligula horsehead bedsheets draped over my shoulders
bloodsoaked robe demigod czar of the stars
Track Name: Shasta
heliorevolutionary awoke
hypnic jerk disrupt, shoved into oblivion
hypertone saline reactions real make believe
infinite ammo packs trapped inside a moon-age daydream
the ray gun pressed to the back of my skull told me
“particle beams disorient dreams slowly”
borracho soma coma tactical takedown
i wanted to be an astronaut but all i became was spaced out
the countdown to meltdown
follow the proper protocol, disintegrate know-it-alls
magnetize when new systems arise
hypothesize the intangible fossilized
switch it up like tesla currents stuck in a jam.
BOOM SHAKALAKA rockin' lead clogged chakras
survival costs more than an arm and a leg.
force-feed the plebians Soylent Green and Kick em out the door on their way...PEACE
ill have ya doubtin' when you see that my head has become a mountain
ill have ya doubtin' when you see that my head has become a fountain