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I Never Went to Summer Camp

by Andy O. + Weighn

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Summer Camp 03:48
SUMMER CAMP [Verse 1] Yes it is! The attack of the fantastic / Andy O. and Mr. Weighn, it’s nice to have ya / The goose egg’s tacked to stand for Odinson, Son of Odin, Thunderer / “Whosoever hold this hammer shall possess the power of!” / —But only if he’s worthy and you’re damn right I am / I ain’tcha average rapper, fake and plastic, like a mannequin / I’m trying to do work on these heads like a barber / Music made to take you places that you’ve never been and even farther / Punch it Chewie, hit the hyperdrive, let’s quest! / “It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!” Oh yes! / That’s defense against the hobgoblin horde / Dual-weilding Mjolnir and a sword, fight with lightning like Thor! / I probably wouldn’t choke ‘em with electric cords / But wood shock ‘em in quantity: in electric cords / I’m like Kuvira’s Colossus, divine, no electric core / Damn, while Weighn’s beats bang, I’m raining pain on this eclectic orb / [Verse 2] And now I’m dropping back in—to this verse like a half-pipe / Exhaling hot dope and not holding no crack pipe / I do it for the love, live, with or without a mic / Unravel sweater-threaded verses while I’m wheezing from the hash-pipe / I smoke the purp, until my head is giving birth to art / And for an eARThling the word is literally at the heart / Of his form and moniker, I'm native and intense in my directive / Cuz ‘earth’ without ‘art’ is just ‘eh’ / An 8ball will feed you truth if you believe in it / The biggest trick the devil’s played: to make you think you isn't him / and think you isn't God, Starbuck calling Battlestar / I inflate with faith but navigate with DRADIS—so say we all / The Yin and Yang got me dropping bombs with aplomb / That detonate, but in the wake, I neglect to seek applause / My ambiance's audience unique and uncouth / And if you don't like it? that's cool, I didn't make this shit for you / [Verse 3] So it's been said that Andy O. recites somber raps / My lady claims it's cuz I never went to summer camp / It's just harsh observations bolster most of my creations / and they shape my opinion on the human race when they make / Clandestine treks, led with sultry summer breath / Off the riverside path, home to bikers, bums, and mountain cats / The woman didn't have a ringéd finger like his / The irony is: no commitment from him made her envious / And now the crimson drizzle slithers from his dome in rivers / Cuz the mistress told the mister's missus of their secret visits / My verbal spew is jumbled, bumbled wisdom mixed with gibberish / The beauty is: the puzzle fits the listener that figures it / So open up your ear-hole to metered banter / While these lyrics tickle fixtures in your gray brain matter / While these snares pop and snap, and the kick drums bump / Sit back, relax, and let us make you feel something /
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ALWAYS RUNNIN’ [Verse 1] There was a time when i felt more introspective / Than I do now, chasing paper in a life that’s hectic / I clipped my wings so they would fit inside a cubicle-desk / I'm cutting checks with a cornflower noose on my neck / I put the smoke in my head to slow the time down / I'm losing life by the second like right now, and right now / And all i hear is “tick tock” / The only laws unbreakable the one’s that change the faces of clocks / I got no love for the cops or for the NSA / Intelligence creates the enemies of the police state / A generation’s been played, always lied to like: / "If you smoke marijuana you'll get pregnant, and then you’ll die too!” / "The terrorists and bad guys are who we bring the fight to!” / So this the land of freedom and a government that spies on you? / So who the fuck am i supposed to trust? / I ain't trying to fight goliath, and there ain't no shame in running / [Hook] I’m always running, I’m always running and pumping / I’m always running, I’m always running and trucking / I’m always running, I’m trying to run from becoming / Another human stayed put, I’d rather venture forth afoot / (x2) [Verse 2] I'm having visions of my younger years: sidewalks and culdesacs / Rushed growing up cuz no one tells us there’s no going back / I feel like Peter Pan, living like a lost boy / Cuz once you trade the hook for hand it's hard to grasp the simple joys / And living slave to that skrilla just ain't enough for me / A City of Trees with so many seeds chasing hollow luxuries / But what's a life without a soul to back the stacks of paper? I ain't hatin', just trying to represent a cause greater / Than this city scape skater; a Leo that’s gotta roam / Cuz life's an empty glass laced with foam that stands alone / In the corner of the room, on a table facing inward / And abandoned by somebody who grew weary of the picture / My heart bares blisters, man, we all need some help, But ain't nobody gonna a save a world that wants to kill itself / So I dunno if i'm escaping from or searching for something / All i know is that i gotta keep running / [Hook] [Verse 3] So now I'm looking at the trees and see the wind is wild / The breeze is gentle, but alive, and animates the branches high / And it reminds me that I am just a leaf caught in the movement / And this hero inside—he's been asleep in his tunic / Caught in the Temple of Time / When he woke up the world was different from when he was a child / The kingdom crumbled to bits, and while he slept / Them decrepit digits crept to the neck / No, our breath ain't let up yet, but we remain courting death / As such the future we’ve been left is a pile of shit / Ask any 90’s kid with half a brain and common sense, when they were 10 / If they thought, when grown up, that stress was gonna kill ‘em / While their schools still bill ‘em in a world that don't fulfill em? Nah / So fuck the fangs dripping insipid lies / I'd rather pump like Forrest Gump than stand around and wait to die / The destination's a journey that will never see completion / So I guess I'll run forever like Maniac Magee, I’m always running /
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TIGER LILY & PETE [Verse 1] So here we have the spawn of Doug and Shay Lavonne on the back lawn swing set / Hoping he’ll get high enough to fly over the fence / And see the wind crawl across a field of wheat / Blue skies that stretch beyond horizons with the subtle smell of summer air and freedom / And he’s prepared to do great things / and emulate his hero’s latest accolades / So it suffice to say that ambition was his mission / With great wit he felt he’d make is greatness witnessed — the kid was / Ready to rid the realm of wicked-hearted minions / and the harbingers of evil wherever they exist / And driven by youthful ignorance to fight for princesses / on marooner’s rock for the noble prize of a kiss / And this was how they first met / her hair dark jet, soft olive skin / and when she pecked his cheek his little stomach felt like floating dandelion seeds / and his ears burned a scarlet shade of red, but he said: / [Hook 1] My name’s Pete. Will you be my Tiger Lily? / And promise never to grow old forever with me? / I’m having too much fun to ever stop being young / So I figure I’ll just never grow up / Hey, my name’s Pete. Will you be my Tiger Lily? / And promise never to grow old forever with me? / Because the curse of the young is that they all grow up / And forget what it’s like to have fun / [Verse 2] His name was Pete, her name was Tiger Lily / She promised that she’d never grow old forever with him / But they did. Time is an inexorable engine / And witnessed the kids grow distant / They grew up in an instant and then they grew apart / He went in to business and she pursued the arts / And all she wanted was his love and a companion for adventure / But he felt a larger base pension was a better investment / So Pete went on to wed a more conventional Wendy / And they lived a life of plenty that eventually felt empty / Cuz spreadsheets and pinstriped cloth / Amounted annual accomplishment to squeezing out an extra couple bucks / But oftentimes money ain’t enough / To make a man feel full when his skin starts to show liverspots / And the older he got the more he choked on regret / Over promises he never kept every time he said: / [Hook 2] My name’s Pete. Will you be my Tiger Lily? / And promise never to grow old forever with me? / I’m having too much fun to ever stop being young / So I figure I’ll just never grow up / Hey, my name’s Pete. Will you be my Tiger Lily? / And promise never to grow old forever with me? / Because the curse of the young is that they all grow up / And regret the things that can’t be undone / [Verse 3] Before too long "It’s 5 ’o clock and I need a drink” / became “It’s 530 and I need some sleep” / Cuz poor Pete was no Dorian Gray—just grey now / Tuck Everlasting heart under weight of age / And it took every last thing out of him to lay down autonomy / To live retired, always tired, thinking: “they’ve forgotten me” / What a bitter epilogue to success / A late ex-wife, estranged kids, and no real friends left / He felt like exhaled breath, what he would give for some back / To chase his shadow once again as a kid / Before his labyrinthine thoughts made him feel scared and lost / And confused while his telomeres disappeared / But this was how they met again / Her hair dark jet, same olive skin / His eyes trickled warmth and as he smiled Pete's wrinkled lips quivered / So she smiled back politely as he earnestly whimpered / [Hook 3] My name’s Pete. Is that you Tiger Lily? / Who promised never to grow old forever with me? / We had too much fun to ever stop being young / And I wish we would have never grown up / Hey, my name’s Pete. Will you be my Tiger Lily? And promise never to grow old forever with me? Because the curse we’ve succumbed to is that we’ve grown up / But you remind me what it is to feel young /
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10 3 14 03:52
10 3 14 [Verse 1] The first time I met you was on Sunday, the 3rd of October / You were brand new and I was just a little bit older / I had stayed up watching Space Ghost at Uncle Eric’s house / And in the morning I was told that I’d be sharing both my parents now / I don't remember much else about your birthday / And since then we’ve both kinda stayed out of each other’s way / Cuz you were always into different things / I played my video games and wrestled friends on their trampolines / But you weren’t into that, cuz you were more sensitive / And kicked it with the neighbor girls, it made more sense with them Than with aggressive sidewalk kids talkin shit about your lisp / And how your mannerisms seemed a little feminine / And I hate that I never chimed in / To defend you from the bullies makin fun of all your differences / I didn’t step in or stand up / And I still loathe the fact that I was shitty at being an older brother / [Hook] Now I’m trying to make up for what I wasn’t / I never meant to take for granted what it means to have a brother / But you’ll never have to fight another battle alone / Cuz I ain’t afraid to stand up for you anymore / And now I’m trying to make up for what I wasn’t / I’m sure that plenty take for granted what it means to have a brother / But I’ve learned that blood is thicker than the sum of its form / And I ain’t afraid to stand up for you anymore / [Verse 2] It sucks that growin up we both felt so alone / Basic strangers that just happened to inhabit a home / And it’s no wonder that we never figured brotherhood out / When we were struggling trying to figure out ourselves / High school was rough and I was probably the perfect example / Of the type of young man you’d never want to hold a candle to / But after everything that’s transpired, man / The one thing that I can’t shake's how I was never there to give advice / But I guess it’s all troll-water now / Cuz when you called me in college to let me know that you were comin out / I was so proud of you for taking that step / And shedding light on the hell that you had been through as a kid, but / I feel sick you spent your childhood feeling / like you might be fucked up and defective as a human being / And after that shit I stood up / That’s when I promised trying harder at being a better brother / [Hook] [Verse 3] I’m glad we turned out how we did / Talk about a long road looking back to where we’ve come since we were kids / And some may think it’s awkward how I run with it / But even though it’s different I just see it as advice in your relationships / Cuz shit, we’re chromosomal compatriots / A Leo and a Libra, strange in our own ways, but we’re embracing it / And screaming "Suomi!" cuz we’re both fond of set traditions / Just as long as they don’t pop with others' happiness as an expense / And I ain’t concerned with all that's trivial and frivolous / Cuz you’re an awesome person worth more than labeled preferences / A close friend who fire bends with me in the smoke room / Best buds that smoke the best buds to dope cartoons / But it’s funny just how suddenly a person happens / Cuz another brother came to us in the eleventh month / And now together both of us can stand up, / I don’t show it enough, but I will always love both of my younger brothers / [Hook]
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NOVEMBER DRAGON [Verse 1] Dear November Dragon, I know that I ain't written you in a minute / So I thought that I would pop by like chicken and spinach / And see how big you were getting—I'd be remiss if I ain't mention: / You look strong enough for fisticuffs with earth bending henchmen / Like the Dai-Lee! And it might be that you remind me / Of me before I relegated medicating nightly / With the sess as the only means to deal with stress / Now that's the solemn song they sing when the youth lose their innocence / And I know you been through some shit; so have I / There's nights that I would lie and cry, thinking: “Jesus, Lord, let me die / Cuz I won't ever understand this fucking planet / Or these people you put in it, or these lives we take for granted” / But November Dragon, sadness running rampant's just the half / and Taoist balance is a talent time will help you understand / There is no light without shadow; the good exists within the bad / As glass-half-something moments floating slowly past you / [Verse 2] Dear November Dragon, before you were a zygote in the womb / I was dreaming of the things I would do, the people that I'd influence / As a world-touring superhuman Mr. Sunshine / On the face of metal boxes children bring for lunchtime / And sometimes I pretend that I could still be him / At least someday anyway, if I can make amends with rended ends / I'm spent like Harvey Dent; I got a vicious half / That's only making sense of the chaos that's the coin when it flips / Cuz either life's a bitch, or you're an asshole who can't sweet-talk / The prison-dwelling priss to let her frizzy wisps hit bedrock / We're fed rot for 5 o' clock news spots and sports talk / Like dinner table fables led by peacocks and a fox / But nah, the rage innate's an easy leech and inflates / From the intake, but I ain’t trying to teach hate—just preach great / Wisdom if you'll listen—Old boy at the abyss has peeped the beast within / But gleaned from him that even beasts deserve to live /
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FAIR WEATHER FAM [Verse 1] I once heard the righteous man is beset on all sides / By the inequities of selfish and tyrannical men / And at the pulp that ain’t fiction, cuz the tempest we exist in / Sprung from avarice that saturates environments / We’re asking why the birdsong emanates from the cage / But never why the caged bird was caged in the first place / Sometimes it’s more than just a case of the Mondays / And other days I just need a blunt / Some days I’d rather not get up, but wallow in the cotton / Cuz I fought and lost, and I’m lonelier than Lucifer / I allude to her to mark the solace and the chaos / Coexisting in the eye of the Eye of Jupiter / When baristas get a coffee order wrong / While the biggest storm in a solar orbit rages on, just notice: / That even interstellar weather never lasts forever / And the earth itself draws beauty from erosion / [Hook] There’s a storm going on outside no man escapes from / And you will lose some; but you will gain others / And if you make it out the other side alive / You will walk among the stars beyond Jupiter’s Eye / There’s a storm going on outside no man escapes from / And you will lose some; but you will gain others / And if you make it out the other side alive / You will sail the Cosmos beyond Juptier’s Eye / [Verse 2] The road to hell is paved with damn good intentions if I say so myself / We never mean to hurt the ones we do / They usually never mean to hurt us too / I see subliminal victims, addicted thick in a system and stuck / That don’t excuse malicious actions and thoughts / It serves to signify the scale of the storm / We’ve all been rained on / We’ve all felt the gaze of Jupiter’s Eye / We’ve all yearned for days that lie in wait beyond / One glass of wine is fine, but five’s better / Fair-weather family rob each other over cheddar / Vendettas worm their way inside our nightmares / and infect the neural network it infests if it nests there / So we must break atmosphere / If we ever expect to explore the universe / Boys of like ilk are destined to become men / The caveat is they must walk through Hell first / [Hook] [Verse 3] I see an end to this storm planet-side and now I find myself / Reaching for the stars with every fiber of my being / And seeing that this tree sap stains our wooden furniture / A hurricane of blades now adopts divine meaning / So I’m bleeding still today, but I consider that a victory / Despite the fact that marriage of relief and guilt have mixed in me / Cuz who’s to say what that I deserve escape from the litany / Of elements affecting scores of innocents with misery? / I see the forest for its facets and inhabitants / Conflicted whether wolf should eat and orphan Br’er Rabbit’s kids / Cuz that’s how it happens—it’s a perfect world for massochists / Gluttons eat the hungry and pretend they’re not the savages / The Eye of Jupiter is swallowing Terra / It rages on the outside and it warps the interior / It swirls inclement, violent and intense, So it helps to have the mindset that your scars make you beautiful / [Hook]
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Ocean Lab 03:10
OCEAN LAB  [Verse 1] Late night entry: Ocean Lab systems fading / I’m lost within a thought and populating machinations / Now the odyssey begins again and once again I’m limited / Cuz movement of the rapid eye in visions I’ve existed in must come to end / So I can wake up in the A.M. / To the harsh red digits screaming that I will be late again / I’m stretching thin, loaded pen, graveyard shift / The early bird’ll catch the worm—especially if he hasn’t slept / This life’s a trip like Datura-tea hallucinations / If you keep on drinking you may not divine the crucial meaning / Or maybe the problem is that most folks don’t drink enough / For fear that altered consciousness will be some strong stuff / But these are just the etched words of a frayed mind / That spies the cosmic hourglass pouring grains of spacetime / I’m lava lamp floating, fighting sleep / Trying to accomplish what I can before I drift into a dream / [Hook] Sometimes I stay up just to think / Other times I stay up just to listen to the nocturnal silence speak / Sometimes I float inside my dreams / Caught within the void that exists between emptiness and everything / Sometimes I’m lost inside my head / Sometimes I lock myself inside my Ocean Lab to poke at who I really am / Sometimes I navigate the deep / The urban night is barren as the sea-floor; a tundra that calls out to me / [Verse 2] Late night, treading dreams, this room is an illusion / My Ocean Lab’s as peaceful as the surface of the moon / Our destiny’s to sail among the stars—but first / We must confront the self-destructive nature anchored in the human heart / Motor-oil gutter-reservoirs reflect the murky sky / I implore you to explore the deeper side once in awhile / Though the weekly visits quench the thirst for absolution / All the old discarded gods sigh amongst their sunken ruins / My Ocean Lab mode of navigation is instinctual / The prime directive is ensuring that this message reaches you: / None can comprehend another’s pallet of existence / We’re all floating down the river; to each his own transmission / I’m just another vessel surfing on the waves of slumber / My eyelids are closed, yet I still behold the wonder / Up until the cold alarm sounds to terminate my quest / Rude awakenings that signal days spent working from a desk / [Hook]
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The Basement 03:52
THE BASEMENT [Verse 1] In everything I do I swing hammers—either building shit or breaking shit / Sometimes both; crack an egg to make an omelette / And there’s Freaks in the Alley, Sector Seventeen bombed it / My bazooka tooth pop and a sop gets rocked / It’s verbal kung fu to settle vendettas and you / Can blast cannons but I’ll still die better-than-you / And if we kicked in the SmokeRoom then you already know / That I ain’t claim to be the greatest but I’m DOPE / And in the words of my homie Sup1: I eat a whack rapper's lunch / And yo I slay a lame arrangement every month / I got couple crowns to prove it, but yo, fuck being king / I’m a Lord of the Forest, and rep the City of Trees / And always repping Earthlings—until I’m dead and fucking rotting / Even then throw Double E’s up as a zombie / I've weaponized E.coli with control; I’m as raw as I wanna be / No more Mr. Nice Guy if you're fucking with me down in The Basement / [Hook] It’s going down in the underground / If you ain’t trying to get raw don’t come around / Talk all the shit you want but none of it means nothing / If you’re fronting and you can't back it up then get the fuck / Out of The Basement / It’s going down in the underground / If you ain’t trying to get raw don’t come around / The rules are simple: no crying, no bitching, no hugging, no drama / Down here in the motherfucking basement / [Verse 2] And yo, if this your first night then you have to fight / No bitching, no hugging, no drama, no crying / Cuz we keep this shit competitive, murder flows to settle shit / And spit full-contact raps—so don a thick skin / Cuz this is Mortal Kombat on some Liu Kang shit / You gotta battle up the ladder spitting fire throughout the tournament / I’ll steal your soul like Shang Tsung and wear your skull like Shao Kahn / You can’t fuck with the final boss / Cuz you can’t defeat who can’t be beat without swinging for his head / There can be only one and I protect my neck / I’m takin trophies from opponents like the Predator did / So de-feet means I separate your feet from your legs / And with a chainsaw I’ll rip your face off and wear it / Cook your ass into casserole for dinner with your parents / And dessert is your girl in the top bunk, and after that / You both can say you been fucked up by the champ from The Basement / [Hook] [Verse 3] You can’t bangarang with tame shit / High-powered razor-bladed verses kill and maim shit / Big Mike and Manek getting sprayed with gore and guts / While I'm jumping rope with entrails and playin in blood / That’s how I plant the seeds of doubt in chests to watch em sprout / Into Xenomorphs that chew through sternums from the inside out / I’m adding insult to injury when shook soldiers battle me / I’m ripping out the heart to take shit in the cavity / And if you saw me on the street you’d never know / That I turn into a psycho every time I touch the microphone / The mind of Andy O. is different from the average human brain / I might look normal but I’m fucking insane / But really sword sharpen sword, dog, you better believe it / I hear a lot of pussies talking shit but standing in the bleachers / So step to the arena if we gotta handle beef / Cuz only real MCs can hold a candle to me down in the basement / [Hook]
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Outro 00:11

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Andy O. Boise, Idaho

Andy O. uses his home and his past experiences living in Boise to color his subject matter, also borrowing from and integrating elements of Slug of Atmosphere’s intense self-scrutiny, Aesop Rock’s wordy and bizarre patterns and flow, and Sage Francis’s impassioned, poetic verses. His freshman album with Boise producer Weighn, titled "I Never Went to Summer Camp", debuted in Fall of 2015. ... more

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