This is a track I’d cut with a producer who’ll currently remain anonymous, as I have no idea the extent to which they sanction the HEARING of this audio.

If you are even a tiny bit into avant/jazz/funk/hip-hop you’ve heard records they’ve played on.

They’ve been M.I.A. (not a hint) so I don’t currently have much reason to care.

AFAIK it’s abandonware.

The track’s not finalized in any way —the levels are a bit off, it's underdeveloped, and it’s akin to a pre-demo, but we’ve been over how I feel about all that, so who gives a s**t:

It’d benefit me to have more people hear vocalized breaths I’ve taken it makes the text a lot bigger and more colorful, makes it shake and move around, and then the text informs the sound, and then . . .

This was recorded in DTLA during Early High Paranoid COVID times.

The written lyrics were lost with the the Blackout Loot Drop notebooks, but I will attempt to recreate them to the extent possible here. I have no idea what the f**k I’m saying for about 15% of the thing now. It was the first page I’d flipped to in the notebook after ⬛⬛⬛’d showed me the skeleton of the track. They happened to have Been at the Scene of an incident mentioned in the lyrics. Weird s**t!

(I can recall ⬛⬛⬛ kept imploring me to articulate my syllables more — think I had the pandemic aerosol transmission jitters (P.A.T.J.) PLEAZE GO E.Z. ON ME (don’t))

HEADPHONES PRESSED AS TIGHTLY TO MY EARS AS POSSIBLE:

VILLAIN VENEER

VANILLA LOOKING TO SMEAR

VAN WINKLE DANGLE

SUGAR DROP FEAR

PLUM IN THE ORCHARD

OM IN THE PORSCHE

red red red red rum

ROSSO CORSA

DOUBTLESS SPIDERWEB

IN A STRAPPY TANK TOP

[unknown

UPDATE: FOUND (complete lyrics)

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HOLLYWOOD NORTH

KANGAROO COURTS

BACKBOARD MOTHERFUCKER

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