Out the Loop, by d.o.n.

Out the Loop

by d.o.n.

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Kuba No-one can rhyme like d.o.n. Most under-appreciated lyricist I've ever heard. Favorite track: Mr. Mention (Top of the World).

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1.	Loop In 01:33	lyrics	buy track
Pragmatic, enthusiastically passive, more catatonic promises, time for some inaction/What was an open letter to the the fakin jax coalition is now a telegram with a self destruct post script/Gaunt limbs like a River Styxx mariner, ferry carrion off to the bone yard with no burial/Harbingers of fear mongering, mob rule zombie camaraderie, opportunist solicit novelties and tricknology, commoner with bomb threat coercion, in the conquest of commerce, sarcophagi call to royalty urgently/ Protocol is stegosaurus barb shard bombardery, you bark with idolatrous ideology/ gaudy with accoutrements exhumed from putrid lucre, yet amuse such collusion, the Louis V ghouls groove to it/Conspire to bind Garvey in a pinstriped chicken wire collar, then cringe at false vindication offered/ Laborers starved and parched, yet the charlatans yield leverage, clout and bargaining power, print more Monopoly dollars/ Napoleonic manifestos are de facto and flaccid, apex predator scour rhyme sessions leaving Ajax residue/Rap is now a discotheque of replicant decadence, supplicants accept the jux, juxtapose loathing and love of it/ Blood diamond shine kings pocket your bezel for every unrequited demo full of whimsy that I frisbee'd!
2.	Mr. Mention (Top of the World) 01:27	lyrics	buy track
Ya fulla big chat but ya nah know me I got soul! For you venomous fang syringe drip slithering amphibians who commit to prick the unwitting I got cold! Once I studied and scribbled the cryptic literature, that let me post B-boy posed on these nggas I got gold! Imma digger relentless, a chicken gristle spitting jiggaboo, who stimulate your xenophobic senses Im type prone On my Goines, Not Whore's Son, but the paranoid, post apocalyptic pandemic transient Not morose or a pessimist, preferably I was Gideon waiting upon my orders, Mr. Mention's in the trenches You perceived it as emceeing, this monotheistic Christ believer knows this carnal carnival's intriguing, have you feeling... On Top of the World (Every bloodclt ting)
3.	Motorcade Diaries 01:26	lyrics	buy track
Sheeewww This is motorcade diaries Cyanide diatribes from the podium Malign a mogul shine golem Illuminati Eye of Horus, swollen sty bonus Slight of hand chicanery practitioners Mind control sufficient by design We're indifferent and dismissive The fallacy is so attractive, avarice intrinsic Dilapidated tenements, decay is celebrated Baby, these are strange days Frivolity is too costly Moral erosion's norm, the populace opt for stimulants Criminals are lauded The trend minions, undaunted The trigger man is pitied, though his victim wasn't privy Hear petitions for alms, the response? vitriolic The slogan is 'Ho, get off me', We'll harvest minus a pardon Your word's no longer binding, yet everyone plays the prophet Sacrificing autonomy, puppeteered by a parliament Just nod to the apocryphal cockney and keep it raucous Party like its 1-9-9-9- faulty visual cortex With no conscience or context
4.	It's A Trap!!! 01:30	lyrics	buy track
The scowled at the fact the scroungers down tempo Barter Town was Downs Syndrome, lounge with the Baskerville contingents/ More Orwellian predisposed Orlok genetic blood letting, be advised forgo the Wellington and tell em of the/ Manga poison tentacle, cyclical curricula sicker pilgrim dreg skilled with Gilgamesh adrenaline/ Hack a Jack-O-Lantern tandem Ichabod missiles, If I give the nod, you prodded with a Sing Sing limerick/ Ocelot claws, bloody knicker-bock slang codger, offer my remorse for all the force fed forged fodder/ Chorus of despondent wails bellow for the forefathers/ Psalms from the choir sang a war room melody/ Oboe and a cellist, now a melancholy ballad plays, malice reigns, shackled in happenstance by these salad days/ Metropolitan topography dank as a sewer drain/ Scholarly Hammer/Sickle cosmonaut author to cough disdain/Sassenrath rebel advancing the current source code, rattletrap methods endorsing the genre's stress erosion/ Baffling rap brethren, you attack with a flare for hilarious snaps, for said infractions, my battle axe is buried in/ Sound bombing with abominable brolic yeti yell, extract the pennyworth from a treble clef til the shilling bends/ Cipher defiler who blight your gathering on relapse, cordially employ politeness, ITS A TRAP!!!!
5.	Glitz Pig 02:00	lyrics	buy track
Gonna be a Glitz Pig Grunt and roll bloated pudgy blubber in the mud hole Pork portfolio, sludge slow, hog protocol, to the throat goes the whole trough, swollen Chicharon speakerbox, supreme snot preening, tusk gore beacon in the jaw, projected end careening Course blood matted, hooves gallop so voracious, famished scavenger who garrote any quarry to the gallows, The fiend for the salt brine sallow, but the lard marred trichina cause edema, til he mimic Large Marge The litters now a litany of hungry little gullets, rushing toward the prickled nipple of a solitary titty The moniker's perjorative, embodying the omnivore milling, excavating snout rooting through the swill pen Til this lil Chesesi went to market, courtesy of slaughterhouse saws revolving, now he butcher block ballin Hook We all in it til it all ends You Boss Hoggin on your grind, but its all sausage The gutter's barren, long lines, and we all starvin and get ahead just to discover that its all garbage
6.	The Ghost of Vernon Waters (break) 01:26	lyrics	buy track
Moonshine...King of the monkeys/
7.	Struggle Strut (starring Brother Seamus of Private Pile) 03:22	lyrics	buy track
As soon as I get Brother Seamus's verse, it will be posted.
8.	The Function 02:12	lyrics	buy track
It beckons like an Uncle Lionel second line strut, to a Ruffin trump blast and emblazoned umbrellas/ Pigeontown Steppers cut a jitterbug, cousin/ And you scuff Buffalinos at the Get it girl function/ Sissy-bo's love it, so they flew flock deep in a coven/ The cut throats yellin, Twerk sump'in/ She pull a double shift like an underpaid typewriter simian, in other words, Work dat monkay! Comin through live from the function Ayo, we cold just bust in My people on line and they want in And if you dont comply with the bosses Her bum's the circumference of a plum in the jeans and they fiend for the nectarine to burst through the seams, She shake with the grace of a lacefront, gauged by the gaping craters in faces of onlookers dazed, or faded, gawk at the flesh parade, its straight Bedlam, meshed to a Trigga Man setting, delegates of a shake-a-leg perspective, know the Dixie Cups'll set it off in a second Hook
9.	Doxology 01:29	lyrics	buy track
Im a Christian Meaning in Christ I'm perfected, His grace, his love and his mercy I'll reflect it Not through petty efforts of my flesh, but the cross and the passion that lead him, he bled there, no weapon Forged in the gallows of Gehenna will have precedence Not physical swords, this artillery's deceptive The devil threatens severance of the mind, heart, spirit man collective, the Lord reestablishes connection The relationship aint synonymous with Republican, nor is it antithesis of liberal, we weather the belittling, heading for the precipice of victory, pressing toward the finish, see the ribbon rip, Elijah sprinting swiftly in a drizzle transcending to torrential downpour, for a deluge of blessing, just a prelude, The prayers; intercession for the tearing down of strongholds, raising up a remnant from an arid plain of dry bones, Yes, i was among those in the throng of wrongdoers, sin had a hulks hold, Christ's tug is stronger though, Now I am an arrow in the quiver of the archer's bow, chomping at the bit to strike the target of my given goal Amen
10.	The Turn 02:38	lyrics	buy track
Don't you see...They got your back against the wall, and they want the control , and they hold it... and you wrong Don't you know...They want ya caught and confined in a bind, so bound to the grind, keep you blind to the facts, and you wrong Don't you see... the divide, the color line, the brothers, the other kind, we grew from the same vine, and you wrong Don't you know...The love of money is the root, the fruit is ripe, you see it, you bite, so you delight in demise, and you wrong This the Turn its the truth, and it hurts and we bruise, and we birth and we curse, and accuse but it works, so we urge and we crave and we scheme and devise, while they conquer and divide so be wise, (eyes open) stay scopin, and listen be lookin good, in the midst of it all, you gotta stay on your pivot Listen, you aint in it alone, so stay strong Cuz this life is a test, and we fail til we die or we turn.
11.	Guerrilla Couture 01:53	lyrics	buy track
Stepped from the check 1, 2 antiquity citadel Cable knit Coogi collusion and Mode Creation Munich Admittedly, Im partial to Champion hoodies, witta wooly knit cap for when frigid temperatures blew in Bubblegooses exhumed, navy blue and cream Clary Wally moccasins constructed for the students Of Figaro chain glisten enigma who bent the imagery to varying electrical levels of tungsten filament (Shinin!) Stuck with that insurgent garb sentiment Garments of guerrilla couture, militant synonym, I reminisce on Nefertiti heads, truck chains, and Motherland medallions, Daisy Age, Native Tongues, Black Steel, and its still Scarface in fedoras, Gangsta Nip and Geto Boys exploited the allure of gore before Horrorcore, while in New Orleans, the Tank and Dollar insignia jockied for top position, inspired so many entrepreneurs, to try to get at success from ground level, shout to you and I at grassroots, truth is substantial. Hook Out the loop, but Im cool with that Never needed a clique or crew, Im used to solitude Independent, I groove to that tune, you choose the path and utilize the God given x 2
12.	Out the Loop 01:38	lyrics	buy track
Peace Shout to the kid, who's now a man hoping to find his niche Peace to the pupil some teachers discarded with resentment No Biddy ball or Little league, prodigious intellect zipped in the young recluse born to the military parents Some saw a semblance of potential, called me college bound Other snickered with bitter scorn when I'd come around Frown a bristled grunt prolific stricken sicker, you are ill prepared to stunt proliferation, the is atypical talon tickle torture, Iron maiden acupuncture, brahma hammer hoof soft shoe, brass knuckle shiatsu Manifestly Manigault, manifold with a piranhas mandible serrated manic hold, mangle most The miser's final chaperone will block you on a cold call The Son of Man accepted and waive the incurred charges Another purge in hopes this offering of braided phrases that may never see me paid, but I relayed them anyway. Hook Still on the outside weathering the elements in the mix and in the midst of everything Mellow and Im chillin The coolest of the cool is who would shun me They got me where they want me and and thats where I'd rather/wants to be And Im stayin Out the Loop.
13.	We Out 00:47	lyrics	buy track
You're all WELCOME!....Enjoy.

about

This is a hip hop album for hip hop fans. Thank you for listening.

credits

released December 4, 2012

All songs written and produced by d.o.n.
Recorded at Works-N-Progress Studios NOLA except for Brother Seamus's verse on Struggle Strut (recorded at Inner Recess Studios NOLA) by Prospek
Thank you's go out to all involved.