Fat Pockets

Fat Pockets

By Fat Pockets
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Fat Pockets episodes

  • Belial Pelegrim & Fat Pockets - Telepathic Spider (Hypocritical VooDoo Mix)
    I heard a killer track by Belial Pelegrim called Telepathic Spider, and I asked him If I could add vocals. He sent me the track straight away, and this is the result. Hope you enjoy.
    Please check out the original here:
    https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim/telepathic-spider
    Music: Belial Pelegrim / @belial-pelegrim
    Lyrics: Fat Pockets / @fatpockets
    Cover art: Belial Pelegrim
    4 min
  • Dragon Ass (beat Jay Fehrman)
    Beat by Evil Dr. Jay Fehrman - @jay-fehrman
    Lyrics/vocals by Fat Pockets
    Dragon ass like a scaly rump roasting
    7/11 got the Red Bull and Hostess
    I’m irrelevant like a skeleton
    Eating his way through the holidays
    You pretty much always have something to say
    Ain’t no sequence to your movements, straight disarray
    Pass the tanqueray and that loose ass J
    This is San Jose, Nor Cal Bombay
    Got the bomb ass weed aint no childs play
    Chucky took the Raiders straight to the last place
    Now they headed to Vegas, like an out of work waitress
    Naked and shameless but primed to be famous
    Nameless faces in heinous places,
    Chasing greatness , only adding to the lameness
    peasants wearing helmets fight decrepit zealots
    Ain’t no gracious exits , leaving messes like brexit
    Spitting hot fire like an oxygen thief
    Congrats young captain but still call me chief
    Old like the Bible, black and white TVs
    I got aches & pains from the 1980s
    I move slow like honey kept in the fridge
    Like weekend traffic on the Golden Gate Bridge
    Might wanna switch your plans if your waiting on me
    Too many flowers to sniff, and Im a bumble bee
    Polinating the queens, There’s a buzz around me,
    greatness so contagious, Im about to sneeze
    Thick with the sickness, Bad Brains with the Quickness
    Extra sauce on my tacos, when Im eating Bravos
    Never been to Spagos, low brow like a caveman
    Wearing gas station, Immitation ray bans
    I never make plans, I rarely take a stand
    Real revolution comes from comfy couch cushions
    2 min
  • Woof! Woof! (beat Roots Dubman)
    Check the original track by the one and only Roots Dubman / @dubman-9:
    https://soundcloud.com/dubman-9/a-cool-dub-to-dub-to
    Mixed and mastered by DMonroe / @fatpockets
    Woof! Woof! - Lyrics and vocals : Fat Pockets
    Woof woof of the woofer pushing air
    Speakers Stacked upon stacks audio warfare
    Waves of holy bass like dusty pew back hymns
    7 dips in the river rinses all of your sins
    Rattle can drums bomb the walls of your soul
    check the arsenal then return to your foxhole
    Hunker in your bunker, just smoke a bowl
    Hot box the rabbit hole like Yosemite Sam In a traffic jam
    Time to flex my diaphragm cram my lungs full of grams
    of the finest Cali dank blast your head back like a Sherman tank
    Heart of gold like the Federal Reserve Bank
    Salute the Captain, Im pulling rank
    Keep the stank eye to your self or get ice shelfed
    Marvell at my double barreled laser sighted mind meld
    With the a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more
    Three Times a Lady like the Commodores.
    Distant shores on far away lands I’m in demand
    Like a Steel drum band on the mainland
    Melting like a snowman sold by a con man
    I rise up from the swamp like a Navy Frogman
    Deadpan madman riding both sides on a catamaran
    Borats sister number 4 whore in Kazakstan
    My groovy contraband gets smuggled over borders
    Roots Dubman making beats of the highest order
    This Mad New Yorker, high plains transporter
    Grounded like a shock absorber But leading the charge
    like a power forward dominates the shooting guard
    Too infinity and beyond, but never crossed the pond
    Whereupon my mental lexicon selected to the pantheon
    Bass like a mastodon stepping heavy on your chest
    Good luck coming up with air for the protest
    Even under cardiac arrest, Hashtag blessed
    Don’t need any rest, so much ill shit to do
    check the world premier, im the lyrical guru
    With a particularly dank point of view
    Like a Blackhawk copter in Mogadishu
    Or an angry kangaroo on 5th Avenue.
    my honeydew list gets longer, but my mind tends to wander
    Sick air waves going out, turn on your transponder
    In the wild blue yonder, my squad been outlawed
    Gonna take a golden rod in the hand of God
    We running roughshod, beat infested with arthropods
    Watch your empire crumble like collateral fraud
    Now your flawed facade reveals an aweful tightwad
    But your morals are peripheral undercover liberal
    Decisions are predictable, no rule you abide by
    You know goddam well that Mavericks gonna fly by.
    spill your coffee in the lobby Like some kinda jerk
    Murky smirk can be counted on like clockwork
    Always skip the dessert, your whole net work
    Uptight and stuffy like a black tie and dress shirt
    Unbelievably unfunny like blood money
    Never wanted to be chummy with scummy types
    Zebra of a different stripe, over glorified and hyped
    Low life stereotypes, mouths like motorbikes
    But I digress like the Pony Express
    Eventually progress grotesquely manifests
    Counter warfare aimed at freedom of press
    the thing that gets me upset, my only lasting regret
    the little-thinking mindset of the chronically opressed
    Chains of a different kind have good men in a bind
    Unrefined humankind should be quarantined
    But none are fit to judge blind, so they stay confined
    4 min

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