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The Inimitable

by CoCec

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1.
39er 01:50
Irish when I sip it, rye when I mix it Add another year, subtract friends to visit Scuffed up the lenses, (a) new point of view Fang Over Fist, and I’m long in the tooth Cruise through N.A.U., as I bump MF DOOM Sober to me, (is) still a Jameson or two Rather chill with you, maybe hit a Green Spot Take it outside, cypher in the parking lot Good to the last drop, like you do with shitty mics Captain Save-A-Nothing, so I never rock tights Not scared of heights, ‘cause I know I won’t fall Hit the courts, with some friends, but it wasn’t to ball It’s inevitable, when the pieces just click Barry White said it: “quittin’ ain’t my shtick” With the flick of a switch, start another movement Try to nurture the Arts, especially the Music ‘Cause too many truant, (during) life’s greatest lessons Don’t do the research, won’t ask the questions Hoping for the best and, that’s just it Pissing in the wind, but shocked that they get wet Preposterous at best, yet I haven’t lost hope (They) say it’s sink or swim, I’m still chilling on this boat Pass the bank note, won’t get the class vote I got the bag [smoke], no practical joke (Stay) close with my folks, don’t run like egg yolks Sip Mexican Coke (and) sit on my porch Known to throwback, not the “old hat” Control, like thermostat, real talk, no chit chat More facts than almanacs, cassettes I got racks Close to Two stacks, of discs that’s compact (But) enough of all that, only Eight bars left (Kind of) silly if you count it, and I ain’t about the clownin’ Spend the weekend moving mountains, which I’m sure you never doubted Never drove an Audi, but I whipped a Winnebago Then ate a plate of Remoulade, with Fried Green Tomatoes Familiar with the fable? Watch me flip it on its face Finest of ingredients, won’t leave an aftertaste Erased the doubt and then I found, replaced with confidence Might not have a lot of money, but got plenty common sense
2.
Chorus A (Donivan Berube) Tomorrow isn't here I've been holding that in front of me I was thinking I could turn around and carry on With what it was supposed to be Verse 1 (.smallz.) Pops played guitar, Mother was a poet Talent in the DNA, but surface didn’t show it Potential for the glowin’, though it took a back seat Dreams are more than movies that you watch inside of sleep Potential at its peak, isn’t reached from the couch Get up off your ass, take your feet out the house Your body then will follow, of this I have no doubt Amazing what can happen, when you change your daily route Let’s hear a shout, if you’re growing up while still be getting down If they told you that you’d never leave this town Took the statement and you wore it like a crown Never to be a clown, turning it all around You can tell the world is changing, hear the sound They pollute the truth and serve it watered down What we need is a stiff drink No straw, no link, less talk, more think Chorus B (Donivan Berube) Is it all that you wanted? Is it all that you wanted? I don't think you're being honest I don't think you're being honest, with me Is it really why you're calling? Is it really why you're calling? I don't think you're being honest I don't think you're being honest, with me Verse 2 (.smallz.) Two-stepping in Texas My last fond memory Hungover on the wedding day It was nothing in comparison To what followed in the coming months Truer colors, never shown I sent a Three-page letter You responded with a text from your phone I’m moving on, oh so clear you never feel you did me wrong Try to vent my feelings, put ‘em in a song But oversimplified, the words they don’t belong Don’t feel as strong, so come along Follow me down the path that’s least taken It was heartbreak, indeed, no mistakin’ Unshaken, my faith’s been renewed Forgive but won’t forget, that’s the current attitude Chorus B (Donivan Berube) Bridge (.smallz.) Sit back and observe where you at Take a breath, take Ten paces back No rush, just cool and relax Peep facts, get on track (x2) Chorus A (Donivan Berube) Chorus B (Donivan Berube)
3.
Chorus (Moltensky) Would you stay Open your mouth wider Wanna feel the side that’s softer Verse 1 (Moltensky) We were cold on a hot day But we walked down anyway Got your hand on my shoulder Feelin my heart tryin to explode When your gaze has me in focus You’ve got me split three ways Now you got me all sloppy Can’t stop this unfolding fling cliche Ay And what’s more is I can’t say no I can’t say no Chorus (Moltensky) Open your mouth wider And you already know how this all goes Feel the side that’s softer I don’t wanna let you let me go Verse 2 (.smallz.) Please tell me ‘bout your life and how it’s going Please tell me where you’ve been and what you’re knowing Please tell me everything will be alright I look up to the sky at night, but all I see is satellites Is belief the thing that makes us human? Is it the need to be so all-consuming? We would rather hear the lies and rumors Gimme gimme gossip, there’s no profit without the viewers Reporting live from the abyss, it’s Holding hands and open kisses They want to see us separated But the Love that we’ve created, it could never be debated They know we’re better, when together Fight so hard to keep apart In darkness, we ignite the flames Without aim, all the same, only took a single spark Chorus (Moltensky)
4.
2014 Demo 03:40
Verse 1 I was a barfly at Mia’s, don’t drink Tequila Explorer of Thesaurus, when I’m smoking sinsemilla Spent up the per diem, before the checks were written Slept on concrete floors and I slept in finer linens Not much of a difference, a couple aches and pains It gets hot here in the summer, people always throwing shade On the surface I’m unfazed, but everybody’s human Though I’d never trust a person, if they say they don’t like music We use it for the heartbreak, we use it for the healing The soundtrack when you’re hiking, or just staring at the ceiling When you’re feeling all alone, like nobody understands Always solace in the lyrics, written by your favorite band Whether something that was planned, or you’re seeking land uncharted Trust you must include the tunes, ‘fore your trip has its departure You don’t have to be an author, to enjoy the written word All you gotta do is listen, for musicians to be heard Chorus Stand up! Run through it again Because we holding onto something real, no make-pretend Step back, burn that slow Because we’ve got a lot to do, still no place to go Verse 2 Barrell-chested, full-bellied, fan of pop punk I can still taste the burps, from the last time I got drunk I don’t need to fake the funk, I just skip a couple showers Or I go and see my dealer, for bouquets of pocket flowers In the sours, I lose hours, but it’s not my favorite dish For it’s in-between the headphones, where my world really exists When the speakers start to shift, and the woofers start to shake Find my heaven here on earth, and I start to meditate, wait Hold up for a second, reckon, no time like the present For too much of anything that’s good, it starts to lose its essence What’s your method when you’re down-and-out and need a pick-me-up? (I) turn the volume to Eleven, dance like I don’t give a fuck Can’t corrupt it, don’t disrupt it, no the song remains the same When every one has up and gone, the music’s still around to play It’s the only thing that stays, in a world that’s everchanging Might speak a different language, but through tunes communicating Chorus Verse 3 Got a passion for the arts, on this soapbox I will bare it If these kids don’t feel me, I just blame it on their parents Incoherent? Oversharing? You know that’s not what this is Everybody’s catching vapors, but don’t even know the Biz This is more than just a friend, this is pop culture opera Riddle them, with written gems, forever like Schumacher Then take them to the Dr., you know Octagon is Kool If you cannot catch the reference, what you’ll get, is ridiculed
5.
Chorus You don’t know me, I’m not like you We weren’t ever friends in High School No disciple or protégé Found my own path, you should do the same Verse 1 Take a seat, it’s really nice to meet The name is Colin Haviland, a Taurus and a geek Took a couple losses, but I’ve never met defeat Known to surf a sidewalk, but also hit them streets Maybe hit them sheets, with a lady friend or two Make it sound so simple, but don’t get it misconstrued Won’t just give it away, like a Chili Peppers tune and I’m more inclined to stay inside, than head out with a crew You see, I will never be a piece, for someone else to move If I gave it to you simple, then I’ve done all I can do Multimedia consumed; Read, watched and listened Put a lot of me, in this Mead Composition Rimshot rhythm, percussive vocalism Met with the addition, of precision and tradition Dictionary definition, of limited edition Two minutes of your time, that’s the price of admission Chorus Verse 2 Such a shame, to many just a game Been doing me for decades, just gon’ swerve into my lane? Not the same, no we are not the same Looking for the proof, it’s written right here on this page There’s no ego in the phrase, I had that shit removed No spoonful of sugar, for the truth to be consumed Easier to swallow, when it’s glass you have to chew Time cannot be stopped, it changes everybody’s tune I got skin tags, I got stretch marks I got a bald head, I got a big heart The kid’s whip-smart, but you don’t see it every day Read between the lines, it’s in the things he doesn’t say There’s always something else in play, a magic that’s unseen What works for Person A, won’t always work for Person B In this life no guarantees, except that nothing’s fair So learn to Love yourself and know that no one else compares Chorus
6.
Chorus (Moltensky) You’re different now or maybe it’s just me Can’t forget the time you begged me to leave Wandered in your shadow Nippin at your feet Verse 1 (.smallz.) This is everything but the kitchen sink Three-Six-Five since the last drink Did a deep dive, in an eye blink Since then, can’t seem to catch a wink (I) put pressure to the pad, (the) ink starts to bleed One person says it’s true, then Three more believe Huh… so easy to deceive When there’s limits to the lengths, that the naked eye sees Why is life only defined by what we achieve? Was this a seed planted, or a notion preconceived? Do we only grieve, if emotion’s shown Is a king only a king, ‘cause he sits upon a throne? This another skipping stone, thrown, just for the hell of it Irrelevant, even when you look at the intelligence The evidence, is so obvious and clear as day Swagger’s not something you say, rather something you display Chorus (Moltensky) You’re different now or maybe it’s just me Can’t forget the time you begged me to leave Verse 2 (.smallz.) Time after time, the thought brings me back What life was like as kids, and the innocence attached Before we wore the masks, true self exposed Inner light shined, no need for fake poses Here, take these roses, you deserve to smell ‘em When’s the next chance? There’s really no telling So we yell it from the rooftops, speak it in the streets No need to compromise, with originality If you ever met defeat, and lived to see the next day What did you really lose? Was it something that you gained? Do you play the game to win? Is the game just here to play? I don’t make a lot of rules, but I break ‘em all the same You can take away the stage, but performers will perform A need to create, without conforming to a norm Any port in a storm, I’m a ship lost at sea Waiting for the siren’s call, to carry me Chorus (Moltensky) You’re different now or maybe it’s just me Can’t forget the time you begged me to leave Wandered in your shadow Nippin at your feet Wandered in your shadow Nippin at your feet
7.
Verse 1 (.smallz.) Whoa! That’s a hot number, cooler than a cucumber Shine like a real stunner, old soul, what do I know? Without a path carved, I’ve amassed mad scars Dive bar seminars, hundred proof, there ain’t no truth (So) roll another one, light it when the day is done Setting of the summer sun, battles won, what have we gained? Without the unity, they separating you and me Some toxic tomfoolery, but I can see, the tickets is wolf (So) what they selling, we ain’t buying, multiplying, not dividing Forward with the roar of lions, and we free from our chains (The) gang goes by the name of FANG, (we) came to let the music bang From out the trunk or on the stage, in your headphones as well (It’s) not a mystery, more spins than a rotisserie With spit so fresh, it’s glistening, how interesting, we still D.I.Y. (Been) known to crack the spines on books, cast a line without a hook A brighter shine than Overlook, it’s all work with no play Verse 2 (Tré Orona) Bars 24 karat gold in liquid form Pour ‘em on ya salad or ya soul if your pallets born Your magnetic infected, I'm post mortem connected How you breathe with the essence? We're all spiritual chemists indebted to peasant fetish relics of modern tech All these robots on screens, I ain't seen one honest yet Kaczynski bars if we playin’ on that theory card But I was saved on a summer day maxed with mushy gods Solar flares out the jugular, (jugular) Damn right I'm a son of a.. Most beautiful strong woman you'll ever come across And the squad silent killers lemme bend ya ear Slime spit w the force of a thousand years And my dawg smallz ain't no body on par How many albums and crews do you know of off top? It's mind boggling, 7 stackz full of oxygen Never needed a pot to piss, rock steady till ctrl alt deleted from consciousness Verse 3 (Prosodic) Check the meth Got to have it when there's nothing left Through and through paying dues got a be a step Choice of moves all depends on who leaning with And how handle stress when they aren't around to witness it Fuck a win, a nomination and achievements yo Been asleep for 29 trying to see 3 more But I guess it isn't in my hands If it's longer, no complaints I'll just flip the tape and take a drag Finish fast nothing lasts that's a bitter truth But to have what you had that's as deep as roots In the face of what you've had to dap This shit can be hard hitting like Canseco bats Gotta see it through My life is like a warped 45 Through the bumps and the crackle still out here keeping it live Flashing my fangs over the fists flexing the stride CoCec Bitch life sucks but the music's divine
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Verse 1 (.smallz.) One time, for the Two-time felons Third time is the charm, they telling me Four times for the Fifths they selling Six feet underground, that’s the burying What a scary thing, when your time’s up All I’m carrying, is some blind luck Never shaped up, so I shipped out Never say Love, if there’s been doubt What I been ‘bout, remains unchanged With my day Ones, since 7th Grade See a blank page, gonna get it filled If you got beef, gonna get it grilled We can only build, or it breaks down Learn every day, no cap or gown If you’ve been around, then you know my steez All lower case, s to the z Bridge (.smallz.) Your boos mean nothing, ‘cause I’ve seen what makes you cheer Don’t think you have the courage, to stay and face your fears The hour draws near, the curtains they will close Upon the stage, remains, a single solitary rose (x2) Chorus (.smallz.) This is folk trap, witta soul clap, and that Tso slap, c’mon bring it back (x4) Verse 2 (OHM AOTA) One time for the OG stylers 3 times for the freestyle ciphers 4th Rhyme for the 5th time remembering 6 feet away from the stage Kingz of the Jungle, we some UGKs Stay close in cecoc CoCec psychosis Some single solitary roses Interwoven within the focus Make the most selling hope, conscious leaves we smoke Healthy tokes, spitting healthy quotes Cadence within the notes Maintainin' is no joke Against this evil behind the cloak Give him this folk trap, smoke, small axe, stepping razor, AOTA crew I'm the stone that the builder refused, that's why they boo... Bridge (.smallz.) Chorus (.smallz.)
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Verse 1 (.smallz.) Careless crumples of cloth, sorted and separated Wear the garment with pride, not really knowing who made it Sometimes the graphics get faded, after multiple washes Other pieces come out looking better than the day you bought it Possibly it was gifted, second-hand store thrifted To you, the world, a pearl, but other people wouldn’t miss it Might not know that it existed, or for instance made a difference But you’ve read the specialty instructions down to the last sentence If persistence is the penance, my due diligence is rendered The simple things in life, in which I find the greatest splendor In this era that I’ve entered, with awareness of agenda I know the value of my time, and the best ways to spend it Won’t pretend I like the chores, but I don’t mind the laundromat If my life sounds like a bore, your perspective’s wrong, in fact Quite content with where I’m at, my people and my surroundings Even when we’re apart, I’m finding strength in the boundaries Chorus (Moltensky) Don’t try to hand me down Gettin' caught up in your cold water Just try and hear me out Gasping for air but you keep pouring All the times you walked right by Feels like I’m drowning I'm drowning in your cold water Verse 2 (Carnage the Executioner) It’s properties, humans can NOT control, maybe hot & cold/ Save life, act deadly, Moses parted the Red Sea- Helped kill dinosaur, life-stage in Ice Age, vital war/ Don’t consume it for 3 days, you might panic, sanked the Titanic- Drown in half a cup, dissolvable, Earth is just/ Covered with it, Jesus defied its un-walkable surfaces- 40 days, 40 nights of it brought Noah & cargo nautical turbulence/ WATER can serve multiple purposes- MY **psychosis** began, as a minor, timid/ Splinter appearance of ice looking like it had spiders in it- Then almost died in a high pool, water wasn’t a nice dude- Later influenced by O’Shea Jackson <WHO?> Ice Cube!- Not afraid of it crave a bit, with my called-old ass/ Now chug it down quickly, in a tall, cold glass- Hotter to cleanse the skin, sleek-blacker with Soul Power/ If have to, bruh, lather up a teeth-chatterin’ cold shower- Remember whence I came, stand Herculean with game plan/ Take the blame and, care not about your name brand- May not enjoy a rank, of well-dressed, but hell yes/ Avoid the stank...Launder smarter than Deutsche Bank!- Wash pants & logo shirts inside-out, with other vices/ Cold water only, hang dry to maintain the color brightness- Give supporters who buy Carnage garments the same referral/ Be proud while you wear them, play “Ravenous” & change the world!- Chorus (Moltensky) Don’t try to hand me down Gettin' caught up in your cold water Just try and hear me out Gasping for air but you keep pouring All the times you walked right by Feels like I’m drowning I'm drowning in your cold water Bridge (.smallz.) Wash, dry, fold, repeat Wash, dry, fold, repeat Wash, dry, fold, repeat Cold with heat, cold with heat (x2)
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Another 44 02:56
Chorus Cecil said rap, so .smallz. did just that Verse A bowl of tuffy rice, chopped meats and sauce Early morning/late evening, hour-long walks Shoe full of rocks, thoughts lost in time Sporadically erratic, but I keep it all confined What’s a lemon to a lime? Lime to a lemon? I haven’t slept since Brooklyn, but I spent Seven in heaven Denim is the only choice, when talkin’ ‘bout tuxedos To rid yourself of hangover, just eat breakfast burritos The realest of placebos, I’m a genuine tall-tale To find a shirt that fits me, I’m still hunting that white whale Full-scale invasion, unknown assailants Toxic inhalants, with a side of some pain pills Decided that some thrills, (are) just not worth pursuit You can dominate the court, still ain’t shit if you can’t shoot Drink my whiskey by the boot, Seven months since last sip Might have tried air dusters once, yet I haven’t done ‘cid Please forgive, when off the grid, the mind tends to wander A bit like smoke and mirrors, with the spirits that I conjure Cheat codes for Contra, don’t help in real life Which one cuts deeper? Is it the pen or the knife? These words that I write, do they ever ring true? Do they cause more damage? Hollow points going through Rendezvous, at the Brew, are now impromptu No more Scenario, all plans been cancelled The norm’s dismantled, and don’t believe that it’s returning Even if it does, I’m sure we’ll see a different version That’s for certain, draw the curtain, on the things we knew before Gathered goods with stick and bindle, then just headed out the door This another Forty Four, we ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Barack This is more like “Pistol” Pete, shooting from that sweet spot When I have a train of thought, always seem to lose the cargo Searching for Pepper Potts, what I got, was a pothole Nacho, I’m libre, get down ¿qué dices? Record the whole track, then run it back on replay Run and tell the DJ, that you’ve got the latest jam It ain’t Smuckers, motherfucker, unapologetic rants Know exactly who I am, every mistake and flaw Same things that haunt my dreams, are the things that make me strong Unflinching and raw, convincing? or nah The higher that I climb, just further I have to fall With music I stay involved, it’s never been complicated Don’t create it for awards, trophies or nominations So thank you for your patience, apologies for waiting Might be the last words, but won’t be my final statement Chorus

about

12/19/22

From the desk of .smallz.:

"The Inimitable" was never meant to be an album. While we have discussed a proper follow up to 2018's "Life Sucks...", this is certainly not it. The original vision was that of a mixtape or compilation, giving it a feel of B-Sides or "what's to come next" for us as a group. Somewhere along the way though, we started reaching out to friends and musicians that were outside of our normal comfort zone and created something quite different than our initial outing.

"The Inimitable" is a culmination of many things. In its infancy, it was a collection of beats produced by Tsoh Tso (then known as Whatever Cecil or simply Cecil Tso) that had been passed over or slept on by varying artists, for whatever reason. From there it was the addition of 2 or 3 more instrumentals from a scrapped solo EP and then finally, a few more originals to round it out at an even 10 tracks. Some were new enough to still have session files and be individually mixed, while others were single-track .mp3's from as far back as 2014.

"The Inimitable" is CoCec turning scraps into meals. It is lost sessions, crashed hard drives, long nights, early mornings, love, loss, grief and joy. It is tough conversations and bitter pills, washed down with delicious elixirs and new beginnings. It is the attempt to create songs that are current, yet timeless, in a world where the landscape has changed and the playing field evolved.

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released March 3, 2023

lyrics/words/voice: .smallz. (except guest features)

production/beats/noise: Tsoh Tso (except guest features)

guest vocals: Donivan Berube (track 2), Moltensky (tracks 3, 6, 9), Tré Orona (track 7), Prosodic (track 7), OHM AOTA (track 8), Carnage the Executioner (track 9)

guest musicians: Donivan Berube (additional instrumentation, track 2), DJ 001 (scratches, track 7)

mixed/mastered/additional production: Alex D. Begay (@_alex_d_b)

artwork/design/layout: Lydia Chase (@lydiaprism)

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