11/12/10

Kno - Graveyard / Smile fake 7" (2010)



The new album of Kno, the man from CunningLynguist, one of the best hip-hop band of the past decade (maybe the best actually but I'm not a specialist anymore), is a complete masterpiece, and will stay for me, with the Xasthur and the K Lloyd albums, as the most moving and important LP of the year. It's a depressing album, quite metaphysical about death, one of the more intelligent and deep on this thema in the whole music history. The samples are extraordinary. There is even (should I say heaven?) a Melanie sample (from "I Loved Harold"). You can hear it the complete LP here. Buy it then. I post here a fake 7" since the 2 real ones do not feature my fave songs (even if there is not a weak one on the whole LP). It contains 2 of the most macabre, particularly "Graveyard". I did a fitting cover (don't kno(w) where I found the picture). Hear it here.

Graveyard
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Graveyard. A female condom's what you should be throwin in You need protection, I'm sick and I'm going inI'm sick when I flow with pens The shit like some old Depends The pick of the chosen men I flip...hold up I'm the Talcum Malcolm, the Emo Primo Got no need for beef, got a Vegan ego I'll squeeze three freaks in a El Camino Arizona Charlie's East Casino A stack on Blackjack, 3 on Keno So much cream that they screen my C-Notes Stains on my jeans, breath reeks of Cheetos These girls on my team, breast meat and deep throat She don't swallow? That claim's preposterous Lets just say she has a populous esophogus She prolly wanna crash, but no Bandicootin And yes we're going Dutch, but no Vanderslootin Cus I don't hit women, but I'll annoy a bitch Wiretap your phone, Rod Blagojevich I Vincent Van Gogh hard in the paint (ay!) What gave you the impression that I can't? (ay!) Many have tried, most of them failed Trap or Die, Oregon Trail You won't prevail if you push me I'm that dude, Todd Palin I get dumb...pussy There's a gem found in every heap beneath when you're six feet deep A ledger that points to treasure Pots of immeasurable gold That are six feet deep The Grim Reaper reaps the souls of those Who walk in their sleep, we're all six feet deep I pray the Lord my soul to keep though I'm walking in heat It's like I'm six feet deep

1 comment:

terrypussypower said...

Love the flutes on this, and that vocal sample! Sounds a bit like MF Doom and Dangermouse. Very VDGG/Caravan flutes!