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Is This What You Want​?​!

by My Son The Hurricane

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1.
Smoke & Mirrors Let’s have a conversation, hash out our differences Put aside the ego along with the innocence Admit that it’s happening, even if it’s in increments & accept by no means that it’s a coincidence You’re living in it, can’t smell the odor? Take a breath before the rest of the mold grows over Feeling limited? Who knows what you go through & all those things that they told you They don’t’ know what they’re talking about When they’re all talking over each-other They’re all so damn dead-set in their ways That they’re tired of bread a depend on the butter But there’s another them, and that’s us Harness that unrest and stand up Make way ‘cause things done changed & if you ain’t here to help!? Keep the crit constructive. No grand-stands or stuffing Your smoke & mirrors have no place here Those that move mountains need to tune in And see that it’s just mole-hills that they’re moving The ball is rolling, the engine’s started You can’t sweep this one under the carpet It’s hard to separate the things that you’ve learned From all those things that you heard.
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Birthday Cake Get up, get down, come on, let’s go, kick it I know you’re ready now, this is the ticket Get with it & don’t get it twisted This is it, we’re getting to business I’m gunna’ unwind I’m gunna’ cut loose ‘cause it’s about time That we cut up the cake a break out the grape juice I’m anxious but let’s be logical Right now’s the best time possible You’re not a work, not in the hospital Not accountable, you can’t be held responsible So give it up, be aware Self-consciousness had got you scared Throw your hands up, mess up your hair-do Fuck the things that they compare us to. Pull me into another direction, unaware it was too late In my eyes I’m releasing the tension, lipstick & birthday-cake Get up, get down, come on, let’s go, kick it I know you’re ready, let’s not waste another minute Get with it and don’t get it twisted This is it, we’re getting to business I’m gunna’ unwind I’m gunna’ cut loose And it’s about time That we cut up the cake a break out the grape juice I’m anxious but I hate to say that That it’s safe to say that We make complaints, when we waste the day just sitting in an office making cake cause there’s bills to pay So give it up, be brave Self-consciousness has us afraid Throw your hands up, mess up your hair-do Fuck the things that they compare us to.
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Roll with the Punches. w/ Jack Shitt v.1 Bergsma I can feel it building up inside It’s like we’ve been through this a dozen times Right on sight, I knew it wasn’t alright, so tonight someone out there just might Get COLD COCKED Walk the line, peel back the fatty tissue Loose the excess, make it official Wishes turned fruition, & now you bitchin’ Intensions pushing pistons to the engine Inventions that best suit the people Nothing lethal, just illegal Eyes thread without contact with the needle, stitching back some salad for a meal v.2 Jack Shitt I'm not the type to really get upset. Pushin' yer luck but I ain't fed up yet. Now get to steppin' 'cuz this pent up stress may test my threshhold and you just might get... COLD COCKED! Eat crow! Leave the murder for the pro's! Foot in yer mouth. Eat your words. Learn to cope! Eat yer heart out, foes, burn the rope at both ends. Hope less. Submerge yer boat! Down it goes. Drown or don't. Ship sunken. Butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach. Gunna climb that slippery slope so get a grip 'cuz this ain't cliff jumpin'! Roll with the punches! v.3 Bergsma Swallow your pride our die under-developed Bitter pill with a glass of shut the hell up Sitting still with an elephant in the room While skeletons in your broom-closet tell you what to do Wash those hands, watch the dirt drain slowly Chase that space at the base of trophy Dosie-do toe to toe till the fun ends Go with the flow, roll with the punches Oh no, I think it’s happened again I’ve gone and mis-placed my patience But my expectations not to swim in sweat So come correct or you just might get Cold Cocked.
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Smile 04:07
MSTH - Smile Let your smile be your umbrella, when the wicked rain comes down And, every year I stroll down this under-developed path in the grass and every year I cut through, like I'm smashing the glass but every tear that I drew taught me something, infact I look back and see a pathway that's just littered in puddles Sight the difference between the bitter & the sour *sniff, a deep breathe, I'm taking time to smell the flowers start cooking with spices, leaving out the condiments The love of a woman and the feeling of accomplishment Virgo, clean, creative and methodical Organised like the chocolates inside of a box of pot-of-gold and I've been unstable, like the waters in a kettle and will be until the day the anxiety in my chest settles 'cause I researched, did the work, formed an opinion and didn't ever like it from the beginning, but now I'm overwhelmed with the disappointing news that the bad guys can win and the good guys lose. It’s a fresh start, heads finally feeling comfortable on my shoulders call it maturity, I'm just going to call it getting older and it's all good. and it's all in good health I need to stop impressing everybody and start impressing myself 'cause I'm a man, a voice, an opinion, homo-sapien creatively inclined and proud to be Canadian held down by a job that held me down for too long it's a shame when you and your paycheck don't get along but with no list, there is no selection and your consciousness has no direction and you're haunted with the thought of never getting out well here it is.. a new you a fresh start and a chance to break through cause when that ball drops, so does the hammer it's just us against the world with a smile fit for the camera this years ours, lets take it and own it adjust our perception and measure our minutes in moments.
5.
Bottles And where was he supposed to go? Doesn’t want to believe the lies though, He’s walking through the crowd with his hands and his eyes closed Mama didn’t raise no fool but this ain’t the kind of thing that they teach out of highschool Moving slow in a place that’s fast paced a professional of nothing and a jack of bad trades And every day was exactly the same He wakes up and does it over again. And what was he supposed to do? Just pretend there wasn’t any anguish It’s like his heart and his head where speaking different languages But they both were shouting and hollering, so he stepped up like he had a song to sing And started saying anything and everything that ever left him festering in manifested questions That time they he invests is a means to an end. He wakes up and does it over again.
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Grapes 02:57
They’re grapes. Sometimes, I just spit out a mouthful of grape juice just to make use of any opportunity to flap my gums, when really I’m just a dry mouth looking to be quenched and sometime the creative juices need time to ferment so I’ve been wearing this barrel like a shirt for a few weeks getting the cock-eye when I walk by kids in the street, shit maybe it’s my bear feet, maybe it’s the fruit-flies, but you think theirs is good just wait ‘till you try mine ‘cause the oak’s soaking in and I’m feeling smoky and toasted Don’t bring your long tooth ‘cause it might end up broken And when the aromas touch your nose, you’ll sense the quality A full body with nice legs and great viscosity , and The juices are the game but the bottles the business I attack all the senses and leave with a string finish I menace to sobriety, the experience intoxicating In rhyme there is truth and my rhymeries open and operating And I’m so sweet, due to the residual sugar More brix than a factory built in the late 50 With these chips, it tastes quite nice, but really My best pairings are the intricacies of life And you might not like it first time, but you will by the 4th = Constantly recovering from the night before, while More and more pop up with good intentions, but New world rhyme requires new taste and invention.

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released April 26, 2017

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My Son The Hurricane Toronto, Ontario

My Son the Hurricane is a 14-piece brasshop funk beast with the mantra: anything worth doing is worth overdoing. Hailing from Niagara/Toronto, the band mixes New Orleans style grooves with funk, jazz and hiphop.

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