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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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from Is This What You Want​?​!, 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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