1. |
Download
00:58
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This is computer music.
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2. |
Figure
03:31
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Intro:
“Y’know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me and now it’s all gone. And I’ll never get it back in me. It’s too late.” - Bojack Horseman
Chorus:
No one can touch me here
Keeping my crutches near
Let me make myself clear
I just want to dance, my dear
Recovery is slow
You’ll never know (no, no)
V1:
I’m in recovery
Yeah, I’m an alcoholic
Sinking all my shit
Thinking this is it
Praying I don’t stay catatonic
Used to be a Fun Guy
Picking my shrooms by the roadside
Tripping always lit
Thinking this is it
I don’t wanna live
I don’t wanna die
Freeze. Now, breathe.
All this thinking makes me wanna sneeze
What’s the fucken point?
Roll another joint
Living ain’t a motherfucking breeze
Say we’ve got it easy
When all these dudes are still sleazy
I don’t give a fuck
I am going up
I don’t need a cup
Do you hear me?
V2:
I’m on the high ground
Or am I upside down?
I don’t need salvation
I just wanna feel all the sensations
You wanna know me?
Levitate and listen
NahBo back in the kitchen
Cooking up some fancy fiction
Can you smell that burning friction?
I don’t need a lecture
Basic conjecture
I’m flying high
Just feeling fine
Oh shit this facade is fractured
I don’t even know me
Fuck this whole goddamn scene
You want a clown to make sounds when they’re down
Well, bitch, I’m up in the clouds
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3. |
What's In A Name
03:12
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Chorus:
My lineage is both great and
Terrible and so I am
Reminded by my name
It’s a string that wraps around my neck
And ties me to the ship decks
That came and stole the tongues and stories
So I’d never be found again
But, I am not lost
I am here
I am there
I am everywhere
And nowhere
Just like my name
Verse:
This name string straps me to my ancestors
Both pillagers, and pillaged
All I want is to fill my mouth
All I want is to fill my lungs
All I want is to fill my heart
But I’m choking on the land that made me
My blood is the rivers
My blood is the lakes
My blood is the ocean
My blood is this place
But blood from both sides
Resides behind my eyes
And when they close death cries
No citizen of the human race
Mixed-race face has no place
I am not human to them
NahBo, I am alien
I exist beyond the shackles of my limbs
My body is unlike my kin
So I am their shame
I am to blame
We’re not the same
I am the shame
I am to blame
It’s in my name
We’re not the same
What’s in a name?
What’s in a name?
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4. |
This Isn't Real
00:40
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“The question of justice has concerned me greatly of late. And so I say to any creature who may be listening: There can be no justice, so long as laws are absolute. Life itself is an exercise in exceptions.” - Captain Jean-Luc Picard (Star Trek: The Next Generation)
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5. |
Force
03:18
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Intro:
"As far as I can make out, edgy occurs when middlebrow, middle aged profiteers are looking to suck the energy, not to mention spending money, out of the 'youth culture.' So, they come up with this fake concept of seeming to be dangerous, when every move they make is the result of market research and a corporate master plan." - Daria
Chorus:
No, you can't stop me now
I am too proud
If you stand in my way
I'll step around
No, you can't stop me now
I am too loud
You can't stop this love
V1:
Coming out the gate with some hard shit
Follow up, come late
I don't give a shit
All I want is a party
Communist
Wanna get shit done
Gonna write a list
Can't stop me now I am too proud
I'm a leftist, baby
Say it loud
I'm a loser and a bad bxtch
I'm a loser and a sad wxtch
Tino Rangatiratanga
Maintain your mana
I've got a Maori father, Samoan mother
Tino Rangatiratanga
That's some good shit
I get strength from my tupuna
That shit's legit
V2:
I tend to be a lone wolf
Not by choice
It's the market, baby
The consumer's voice
Capitalist greed creates the need for isolation
Not just physically, but mentally with no emotions
I don't want some fake relations
There are boarders round our nations
Cutting off the poor and broken
Doesn't count if you only take tokens
You can read a story
Dreams are free and full of glory
But reality is testing me
This shit is getting boring
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6. |
Slow Down
03:12
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“Jeff: Aunty! How come I have to move to the city with my mum and my eight dads?
Aunty: Better T.V. reception, boy. And we don’t have any more land for you to play on!
Jeff: How come?
Aunty: The bloody thieving colonialists stole it all! Can you say that, boy? Bloody thieving colonialists?
Jeff:...
Aunty: That’s alright, boy. Just call them Pakeha.” - bro’Town
Chorus:
I don’t want to place blame on you
But you know there are things you can do
And I don’t wanna wait for the world to catch up
I’ve had enough of these interruptions all the time
I’m like… no.
V1:
You know what?
You can miss me with the niceties
I can tell that you don’t see me
Just thinking about yourself
You don’t feel all these atrocities
Your younger brother never went to court for nothin’
He gets up and still says, “fuck ‘em”
You’re just thinking about yourself
So you won’t ever be my savior
Vanilla always was my last choice for flavour
What’s with this complex?
A weird flex?
First a wave of high fructose mayo comes ashore
Picks apart the culture, starts another war
Brings around a famine that collapses into drought
Then forces in a system that fills babies up with doubt
Takes a note of problems, then blames them on the people
Getting likes on instagram will never make us equal
You know what?
I hope this is intimidating
Because your virtue signals come off as incriminating
V2:
You know what?
You can miss me with the niceties
Coz I know given the chance you’d call the cops on me
The prison system is just repackaged slavery
Black power still rising up
Now that is bravery
We live in a world with endless information
So study up on human rights before your next vacation
You hear me, Karen?
Your ancestors were trash.
And I’ll keep saying that until the system turns to ash.
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7. |
Woof
02:41
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Chorus:
I don't need a rifle
I don't need a glock
All I need is pen and pad
With seconds on the clock
There's a mind between these eyes
And it's beautiful
But if you cross me
I'll show you just how powerful
My intellect is
You can't accept it
I'm so perceptive
And you can't say shit
Wanna bring me down?
Well baby take a number
I'm a dragon
That has woken from its slumber
V1:
Parliamentary politics are a fucking joke
Voting centre-left doesn't make you woke
Cindy faking promises
I wish she'd fucking choke
Every time she speaks I feel like I'm having a stroke
People seem relieved because she isn't Key
But her only concern is the economy
Never trust a white woman
Never trust a man
Never trust the boys in blue to come up with a plan
V2:
I am breathing ice coz I'm cool, calm and collected
Fuck 'em if they're nice, but refuse to be corrected
You hear that?
I said, fuck 'em if they're nice, but refuse to be corrected
Whiteys always crying when I call them on their shit
Weaponise their tears and say I'm just a bitch
Cancel me again to try and force my silence
Little do they know I grew up surviving violence
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8. |
Herstory
05:08
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V1
Marginalised, fetishised, criticised
For the sweet curve of my thighs
Or the shape of my unforgiving eyes, or the colour of my skin
Can’t speak for my whole kin
But, fuck, is it annoying
When the only questions that you have refer to my origins.
Yup.
Coz looking back at my herstory
All that I can see is diligence, intelligence
And hard working men and women
My mother would’ve told me to
Never ever give in, or give up
So I won’t hold back
I’m picking up the slack
Won’t take your crap
Yeah, why you so surprised by my IQ
Brown boo beating you
Yes I’m first in line
I won’t apologise for taking up the
Space and time that I’m entitled to
Just as much as you.
So let me give you a clue
It might seem a little extreme
But there’s worse on your t.v. screen.
For instance, working every day in this white world
White washed, might hurl
But it’s alright coz I’m not “brown brown,” right?
Wrong.
Blue collar jobs, just trying to achieve
Yeah, that’s how it seems
Coz I’ve never seen a polynesian lawyer make it big on the big screen
And that’s fucked.
V2
Can’t see the sky
Coz I am trapped by this glass ceiling. I’m
Always reaching, ever reaching, but never breaching
No, never breaching
This self-fulfilling prophecy of being property
These thoughts aren’t just my own
Or my only ones
Can’t settle this with bombs or guns
We need a conversation, an open dialogue
A situation where
The voice of the people who need help can be heard
By those in power
And yes, that’s you
Upper-middle class white dudes
Shut your privileged mouths for a minute and listen, yup
My place reaches further than the corners of your kitchen
I’m a fiend
And there’s so much more to me than is seen
Or deemed worthy
Yeah, it might be great that I’m curvy
But I am more than exotic
Or some erotic play by play
And I’m sick of being catcalled each and every single day
So open your eyes and analyse
It is time for us to rise
All i’m asking for is that you help me fight
For some motherfucking equal rights, man.
Fuck!
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9. |
Other Side
01:46
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“We haven’t spoken to anyone else for thousands of years, so we started talking to ourselves.” - Morla, the Ancient One (The NeverEnding Story)
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10. |
Wide Eyed
03:14
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Chorus:
Earth centre me
Bent by the breeze
Tears down my cheeks
The water in me
Becoming steam
You won’t believe
We find our peace
In the rivers
V1:
Start walking, no more talking
Not even goodbye
I nearly died
Eyes lock down the street
I’m frozen where I stand
Quick, turn. Don’t run.
No one understands
I’ve got a past like a Pink Batt
Always on my back
Memories close by when I react
I’ve lost track of the context
What is coming next
Will I mess with the rhyme scheme
The timing, vibing, chime in
Fine dining
Coat my throat with the spirits
Aitu in me push me to spin it, admit it
Thought that I was smart
Thought I knew enough
Thought I was so tough (haha)
Learning never ends
You have gotta work
Even if it hurts (hahaha)
V2:
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
Sick of acting like I am required
Sick of all these selfish men who expect to be admired
Talking so much shit and saying nothing
How inspired
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
Sick of being told what to desire
Sick of being stuck in a rut
It is dire
Sick of feeling like my fucking mind is on fire
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11. |
Wrinkle
03:18
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Chorus:
Think that I’ll go away
I need to be free of this shit
Think I’ll take a holiday
Do you want to come with me to escape?
V1:
I’m sick of being so damn jaded
I’m in my 20s I should really just be faded
But something is wrong with this democracy
Sipping on hypocrisy, make us a mockery
So I keep trying to escape
Tryna prove there’s more to my life than these mistakes
Find a place where I can play the game and win it
Hit the pause button and breathe for just a minute
V2:
I can’t believe the drama of it all
Pick myself up every time I fall
Getting tired of the rat race
Tired of crying, tryna save face
Holding on to any semblance of place
I need to walk away from this toxicity
All the people in the scene tied to complicity
They said that they believe me
But when I reached out for some help they’d rather leave me
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12. |
Out Of Tune
03:00
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[No words. Just “oo”.]
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NahBo Wellington, New Zealand
Astronesian native, NahBo, is sad about colonisation, then makes beats about it.
Released on Empty Goon Records.
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