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Abuseum

by New Apple Taste

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1.
180 BPM 01:53
How many words does it take to get off? Figure it out and rinse out Imagine it I'm a imitate this Inanimate business to get fixed Complex irrelevance Watch your back Sever the fake shit serene Ego tripping I triped off BOW! Priority takes this Sitting in my basement bump your head now Feet on the floor make ya dance WOW! Cause typically I'm a get it Tied up, twist my turning point Tutelage and pass my skills on to another While I'm non systematic on my antics Poly-rhymic but democratic Is simplified for your mind So comprehend this, Crystallize the cryptic, legislating all those Gravity support the weight All I got to say is take another down Spit is around and rap away All I got to say is sip it anyway Eradicate, erode away Give me the time, give me the place All I got to say is take another down What you gotta say what?, What we gotta say hey? What you gotta say? Wait, wait, wait, whut? A lot of people try to keep it raw and keep it wild And keep on the down low, showing the style But BOOM BLAW, hard shit, how you like me now? Now what, what you're saying, saying nothing but how? We keep it on the positive, cause NAT is The one and only funky rhythm fucking the showbizz. So where we at? I'm maybe fat, but I bring the same amount of grease that's plant in a rat, weird fact, act stupid against my verbally combat And wack shit your life blows with the wind, Gimme the gasoline, poor the fucking flame and make it rain Let them diamonds shine within, in the sky like Lucy Hale Gimme the loot before I shove this fucking torch with vaseline Stop playing yourself lil’ player, you ain't Gee Please put your ego away, and musically Glee Stop your ignorant ish and set your mind free. I'm a keep it heavy What you got you don't seem ready Not steady sweaty, palms make you nervous Boiling to the surface cutting with machetes a slice of mom's spaghetti You starving and begging please Skill level Kraft Cheeez
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Canish-Nikov 02:50
What side? East side? West side? Between your eyes? And how far with it? Now what's up cookie cutter! Mamma dadda baby Baby dada mamma Mamma had a baby But her baby didn't have another father And her father knew her sister Best believe they knew each other Cause the cousin knew the brother Was an awkward kind of barber But a man in shining armor And forgot to bring his washer So it started to change colour Multi platinum with king Arthur So they made a little deal And they made a little barter What side? East side? West side? Between your eyes? What vibe? Trill vibe Vibe with it What vibe? Jazz vibe Vibe with it Batter up from time to time, Fucking around and mind myself stealth, I stand frigid East side, west side now where you're going through The rap game is getting fat so where your fucking vegies at? Have a piece of mind and get the gold and take the time to check the rhyme And call it wine and dine its all for you and mine The clock is ticking while you niggas whishing I be back you're faking ‘n jax Claiming you got stacks but incoming tax saving your ass, butt crack Landing on your back, as a turtle act, having trouble finding your map So why you're fronting? Why, why, why Rappers raps, meditate the grind Back from everyday I’m hustling to bands that make her dance Singing under the rain or while you take a shower
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Let me tell you the legend of an anomaly they called a man They named him the Jimmy Jam, The incredible impractical paradoxical "The oops I did it again but ain't that kinda man so shut your pie hole and get me some tanning oil boy" A rubber dubber quack right in his bath tub Pink ski goggles match his pants make-up More man than his granddad's hairy grey hands With a steel band Carrying his monster truck Beats Rick James hands tied 2 to 1 Skin so funny you can scrape off the scum Believe you heard about him If you don't I'll be blunt If he sees you in a forest man RUN DADDY RUN! YOU BETTER RUN! "That’s right boy cause when I get ya" So what you gonna do when they all talk back? "Hot dog with a sauce, gotta eat it" What you gonna do when they all keep bugging out? "Well keep eating it, keep eating it, keep eating it, keep eating it." If they get offended and they all freakout? "My alligator shoes on my leopard couch!?" Extra dry martini and we all blacked out "Horseback, I'll be heading it, heading it out boy. Ain’t gonna hanging around here no more " "Hand me a pound of sausage, some meatballs extra cheese with some french fries please now put it down” Putting pop tells me I need to exercise a little bit but shit, The only sweating I need is in a bedroom, catch my drift? "All down but nine Tommy boy, these leather pants are tie dye immaculate !" Get it right back, burning in the sun Winter time butt naked Jim swinging, chainsaw breaking Opening wide, opening vacant Stars in his eyes Zeus with an orange hide Laying by a lakeside makes you get giddy Pack her on up cause yo it's going to get heavy Moon side polished so bright "Burns my eyes!" End the rainbow Fireworks in the sky, pot full of gold with a whole lot of soul Bottle filled up and with that same old Hope you don't mind "Need some room to recline" So what you gonna do when they all talk back? "Hot dog with a sauce, gotta eat it" What you gonna do when they all keep bugging out? "Well keep eating it, keep eating it, keep eating it." If they get offended and they all freakout? "My alligator shoes on my leopard couch!?" Extra dry martini and we all blacked out "Horseback, I'll be heading it, heading it out boy. Ain’t gonna hang around here no more "
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New Apple Taste in the place to be it's like Hell yeah most definitely It's like uh! Uno, dos, tres, cuatro! Yo I was walking down the street in my 6-4 With my homie Manikmati when I fell on the floor Pretty face, brown eyes, long hair and all She was a smoking hot bomb but she seem so tall And like they say, the apple don't fall far from the tree Too many bones on your back that its breaking your knees You can be skinny to a certain degree Without that fine booty meat you're just a white bone left in the street She looked good when I was far but was far from looking good I would handle her my burger and my soda if I could I want you to look fine, step up your game sometimes It ain't pretty if you look like models from space kind I'm just trying to prove you wrong by telling you you're pretty Can't even look into her eyes cause my vision got blurry And I remember what she told me on my way out of bed, Look at those skinny ass legs, yeah, that's what she said Ayo, t’as quel âge? New Apple Taste in the place to be it's like Hell yeah most definitely It's like uh! Intricate details to intricate designs People out of their god damn minds Yo what's this all about? Always gotta take the easy way out The club money and magazines Yo tell me it’s obscene I mean everybody's walking around in skinny jeans Transparent to paper thin No meat on them Indoctrination of this nation go me thinking again it's like Who ever told me that's the way it is? Or the way that they're thinking it's suppose to be Get up, set it out and to the rhythm, We turning it out now, New Apple Taste in the place to be Some gourmet shit, hell yeah definitely, It's like
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Soopa Doopa 04:09
You keep on doing same shit over and over and yet You keep on drilling the same bitch ‘till they break out your boner Honestly bringing the horror, terror feeling like a winner Winter feeling cool ish your mama said you're a loser And that's that, hat lower remaining the cool cat That's wack feeling nauseous cause you're scoring sneak attack Bringing it back, you're blasting cause you're feeling like a blast Had wishes of doing something better "Get it out! Get up now!" Changing Kraft, brand new cheddar And feeling better, digital code while analog bring no error And since you're living in this cold ass era Weather heavy as a feather Tender child spoiling with her And trying to get her as soon as possible is better Trying to write a letter, it ain't your habits so whatever Feel the pain beating out of your brain; the mundane Same thing, the routine got you hold up in chains Get away We keep it moving like this We keep it moving like that It's soopa doopa funky music grooving shaking yo' ass We've been going to school So you can drop outta class It's soopa doopa funky music Gotta take out the trash Rinse, repeat and do it again Without a plan? gotta stick to the schedule man And advance By standing in place without a movement Ain't open to chance, ain't open to change I wanna be perfect too But gotta fall on my face The rat race that we chasing Stop! Hold now Clean look in the mirror who you facing? It's yourself, and when in doubt? Man go with the flow and the cards that are dealt Play the game hardcore And they'll be yelling for encores be the yes-man Quit being so hesitant Embrace the imperfection that you are a pioneer Equal to all those who conquer the fear Smiling with tears precious years fly by open your ears so you can hear it out crystal clear, I'm here! Resumes, bullet points, and rhetorics, riddle me this? Who the fuck cares about all of this? We keeping it hot So you can burn out the fat It's soopa doopa funky music Keep it dope like that You never heard about us You must be trippin' on crack It's soopa doopa funky music Make you grow out of stash Take the time Time that it takes Embrace the chase Hustle and grind Out of your mind Fluctuate Walk your own pace Stop running away We keeping it hot So you can burn out the fat It's soopa doopa funky music Keep it dope like that You never heard about us You must be trippin' on crack It's soopa doopa funky music Make you grow out a stash
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Got 3 ounce of weed and it's nothing I'm looking for something stronger that will get me high ‘till next morning I'm stuning, sweaty palms and forehead makes me cumming My balls are even bluer than a smurf on vacation Gimme the peels, weed and pussy, mind filled with nothing Days without the good stuff gives me goosebumps and I'm fading Feeling ever weaker that a spider with no legs and, The legacy of hundred men standing with no conscience I'm honest, but honestly the TV got me creeping And radio is playing so much shit I just can focus Hocus-Pocus, I disappear appearing living nothing but just powder Brand power helping me choosing my syrup I erupt, worst than a volcano bank Europe Euros cause money's getting stronger than pesos Ceso, get that cheese wiz and then spread it So don't try to edit, just quit it And give it the time for a minute The time that it takes, the time and time think A freak of the night I'm feeding Lust the seed I need it Sensations sedated Going ape shit Fantasy finding Alternate universe While being cursed Give me a pound, take it I ain't faking Illegitimate illiterate sense indications My heart on a silver platter Showroom showcase Half between the gates 3 dogs are barking for my steak His long face throwing me a trace Neck tied eyes wide Seeing inside I can't escape Captivated Black eyes Carnal in mind Amount a flock of goats While the sheppard has no hope We interlope and then we dance Roots growing through my feet From the fruit of a tree I can't reach or can't eat It takes more than a dime To travel in time and space time that it takes So get on the ride and how high will you get Leaving your mind to take time to get wet This Bloody Sizz, ayo More than a dime To travel threw space in time, time that it get So get on the ride and how high will it take Leaving your soul to take time to get wet Time to get wet
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I would like to stab you but don't you overcry I would bash your brains out but don't you overcry Just a second I'll try, before we get high Just a second I'll try, before we get high Empale you face through but don't you overcry Mentally frustrate you but don’t you overcry Just a second I'll try, before we get high Just a second I'll try, before we get high You getting fancy but you ain't saying nothing right? You getting fancy but you ain't saying nothing huh? you getting fancy but you ain't saying nothing man I'm telling you it's something step it up don't give me nothing, None of the above, show me some love man, A little sentimental could go a long way Hell no! no way! And as I listen to you talk insane? Claim my name that you proclaim? Please play the game Get it off my back, I need to scratch, Your voice sounds like a motown of an old school phonograph, Get your ass crack with a flat stack, photograph that, Get a fax, hold it up, bring that back, Watch me ABC like Shaq, Kobe Bryant Brown Griffin, You know the difference between a slave and assistance, whut? I cause the dissonance so I can understand it, Wrap around and hand it, jerky in a sandwich, Hot sauce mouth burning while I'm a get the last bit, Piece this puzzle, trying to be humble, As I walk around a mumble, tumble up and make me fumble, Trouble down, as the laboratory bubbles, hamster in a circle Dictionary, a lollipop for Harry, I'm never talking crazy, Man I tell you please believe me I would like to stab you but don't you overcry I would bash your brains out but don't you overcry Just a second I'll try, before we get high Just a second I'll try, before we get high The Boogey Man just came through but don't you overcry Don't worry buddy, I need you but don't you overcry Just a second I'll try, before we get high Just a second I'll try, before we get high Back brain, halogen, hallucinate, remembering Forget the time, remember time Cross these digits, cross these lines, circle mind, my circle's fine Stop lying man, get a hold of yourself, breath in, breath out As a stick it down your mouth Enough is enough man, calm the fuck down The abyss and this morbid shit's irrelevant But I need some oxygen, I can't breath, my hair falling off What's this rash on my knee? You just fine, make it bleed, shut the fuck up What? You can't man, I'm loud as fuck Get some god damn medicine It's only a couple of bucks, what the fuck? Take orders from nobody man, I run the job You're just my stupid brain, you don't control my body If you ain't the brain? Then who the hell I'm I? I mean you or I? Keep crying, keep trying And I'll be telling the truth at the same time lying Creeping up where you last expect with perfect timing.
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Are we cousins up in here Cause every time I step into the place People act like they wanna we be near Beers floating in my stomach cause I've been drinking a lot It’s hot in here so take off all your clothes and take another shot Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3 and we out Cause every time I rock the microphone you know it's all about We make the ladies say whoop and the whoop say wow And when we step into the place they be like turning it out Turning it up turning it down turning it wild going from side to side Coast to coast and making them dial 911 Who brought a gun made the cypher go slow Blow your mind with this spiritual insanity flow And we plant seeds to make you believe that's what you need Instamaticaly Bring the funk to dope degrees Freeze Minute of silence for my musical heads And the crowd who will support New Apple Taste ‘till I'm dead And as we plant seeds To give you whatcha Hometown needs And as we plant seeds To give you whatcha need Into the party get down Put it on my tab and start another round, hold up now Slow down for the sound that highly intoxicated countdown Fifty beers on the wall till sundown well, We be rockin' it bobbing your head till you'll be screaming Give me some more shit, I told you it's a party Pitbull better bring Bacardi, I caught him with Masari parked outside The Maserati with the windows kinda foggy, say what? Called the paparazzi got a picture with a whiskey Bleached my eyes now I'm retarded on the cover Just like Britney You forgot to say no homo And I'm dying for a sip G I'm more hardcore than Icecube collaborating with Disney So with the bullshit set aside I divide fifty fifty Put your hands up in the air Shout it out and I declare Stand up and be prepared And as we plant seeds To give you whatcha Hometown needs And as we plant seeds To give you whatcha need
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Bawlin'gual 03:42
Your obsessed and obsession Keep on stressing when your guessing With a tip of the dome, you ain't chilling Depression making pressure on your shoulders Is to hard for you to handle Handle bar that you missing cause Money is an art, and destructive Cause you want more and less weight Cause your obsessed by the way that you look The way that you think Working to hard for nothing You to soft to listen so listen up Making it live, make it quick Make it like you just wanna get a chick Make it like you on your grind Make it like a new state of mind Make it like your mine, drinking red wine just fine Being late but still get it on time Make it like on top of the world Money and pearls like you got co-signed Money on your mind make you crave another line So what you want now better put your hands up Trying to hard make a brother go nuts Got to keep on trying if your with me listen up Like yea. like what Listen up How many times gotta beat it out Let me say it again got to make you understand Beating aloud with my head in the sand Let me spinning again on this one night stand And if we playing the game “Well let me play it” Know we got the shame to deal with Witness before from first hand Planned the situation Time and time again Got me back where i started Right where i began 360 degrees on my knees Had enough of that same old thing but yo When a man wants to grow You gotta expect the hardship and the path that it layed to follow Give me more of what i need A little more work as i exceed Paralyzed if I'm not consumed by all the greed When theres no many mouths to feed Plenty to go around My common sense telling me something ain't sound So what you want now better put your hands up Trying too hard make a brother go nuts Got to keep on trying if your with me listen up Like yea like what Listen up 1 and 2, 3 , 4 , 5, 6, 7, straight to motherfucking heaven
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Hoy Doy 04:33
Ain't got money for my Pabst Blue Ribbon, So I start shooting with my dad's new weapon I want it all, from the money to the people bleeding gold And the only gate away from this sorrow is holding on From the power that you hold to the darkest burning soul But it comes a time, you realize you don't fit in the mold The discussions are persuasive and this case is getting old Pop a molly, feeling naughty, dreams of fucking everybody Had to put my goals on deck cause right now i'm feeling fresh Mom and dad tried to put me in a box, and what not But I broke this motherfucker while calling them a slut Burn the house down getting more green than lucky charm Sold my soul to the devil just to get a couple of bucks Haven't dance with the devil for a while, don't give a fuck I want it all, from the dog that licks its balls To the cat about to fall So I crush its stupid skulls and rip their lives to save mine They don't understand me? I built my own government Scream fuck the world, damn shit's irrelevant Damn irrelevant so you can sing again And every time I swear you can double clap your hand Ain't got money for my No feelings for that Can't see you inside Breaking holes in a vat What you having in mind? I'll be getting the bat Pop the trunk around 9 Park outside by the back Ain't got money for my Pabst Blue Ribbon So I start shooting with my dad's new weapon Now what I want, brother man Walking tall, listen up I'm going back again, get in the van, stand straight stand! While the wall is over towering Head hurting, wild turning, my eyes bleeding I need another way to do this, perceived for me to see The bright side from a dark mind overshadowing me Instigate, infiltrating, obligation to this game and my oath Sacrifice myself for the price, the board is set, pieces made How can I help you today? Or is it written on my face? An old man from experience, fearing no death A code to live by, samurai mind, cold killer inside Forget a tranquil life, gotta have what's mine! Sharper than the blade who kills the peacemaker I'll be shaking my hands with money makers I'll be eating the dogs who feed me A menu full of swine is my only intake to make it, fear me, fear me! Bend yourself by the knees! Cause all i ever wanted was a place to be free! But all i ever got was a killer's degree Meat bags with Saran Wrap tags And jet black interiors within my tinted glasses Down Spiralling around and round we going Down Full blown, full blooded, full steam ahead, terminator Down Congratulations I'll be hitting rock bottom Down Miscalculated apprehension, a cataclysm
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Time keep ticking on my time bomb, self destruct 5-4-3-2-1 fuck and I erupt under your chairs, better stay right there Cause i don't know the next time it comes so be aware And if this craziness ain't enough for you to handle this Here's the key lock yourself don't care for turtle fish you pussy I'm the last one standing on this band flag waving Infiltrating your mind, planting seeds Infantile rhymes make me younger than that Please excuse my syntax, fuck that Political correctness with a finger in the air now you know where I'm at Unpalatable and complicated crafting by midnight Right in my basement , it's alive, it's alive With a 70's jive brother mad light the fuse to my dynamite hot damn, You criticize my crookedness bad mouth to grumble grumble Wait a second i'll learn to be humble Bounce Boxing you to get an ounce All that money better count Riding on my Buffalo Bounce Flounce Nit pick wigga better figure Here I come to announce Camouflage just like a ninja Beats the low, gets the best Feel the rest you getting fresh to death Don't eat that rat Apologize in a fact Genocide in my warped mind I warped in time I worked ‘till 9 The wildest rhymes until it hurt my spine Wine and dine Finest lines Find this lion Dine a dash Hurts real fast to make shit last Watch your back Cause worms are back Fresh, fresh to fill out My phrases all on time Breath to beat out Syncopated on the drums gets the white out Back to the one Crazy mother fucker here we go Here I'm coming, kamikaze on the run Shake your ass give me something Get me the blade back in the days And my head filled with nothing hoping killing flaming building My flame thrower over, no I'm only getting naughty on this joint humping on this point Holy cow, pick up this shit with ShamWow Crown my style, call me a king for a while Creativity rhymes with insanity , believe me I be that N.A.T.H.O.D., man Ph.D on my M.P.C. be healthy, eating my BLT And yawl be thinking that i be crazy And that's right, stop watching your empty-V And pop figure and B.E.T. And pop figure on B.E.T. it like me like Beats the low gets the best Feel the rest you getting fresh to death Don't eat that rat Apologize in a fact Genocide in my warped mind I warped in time Fresh fresh to fill out My phrases all on time Breath to beat out Syncopated on the drums gets the white out Back to the one Bounce Flounce Nit pick wigga better figure Here I come to announce Riding on my buffalo bounce Flounce Boxing out to get and ounce All that money better count Camouflage just like a ninja Bounce Nit pick wigga better figure Here I come to announce Riding on my Buffalo Bounce Flounce Boxing out to get and ounce All that money better count Riding on my Buffalo Bounce
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Abuseum, abuseum, abuseum, abuseum..
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Counter productive man, Counter intuitive, counter the fact displace of where the truth is Got you in line, got you in numbers Got you right up in the place to where you crawl up and face The real fact and dealt to make you crack Stand by and not react and still behind your back It's the shadow of the face that you can not erase So stand back and embrace the world and it's fate and say They got no soul They reaped no soul Don't give a damn about what they stole So they still got no soul I've been running for a minute now Chicken without a head Can somebody explain me how Breathless fuckin exhausted I can barely see My girl tells me that's I'm crazy but it just happens to be Escaping from something try to set me free Indescribly can't apprehend it I've been hearing the voice They got no soul They reaped no soul Don't give a damn about what they stole So they still got no soul I saw their eyes in the mirror and they got no soul I keep on running where I'm going yo they already know Gave all my money and possessions but they only want more Handed my heart and my spirit but there is no cure And the infection that is spreading mortal minds they keep on begging Creeping up and has the craving growing up can't stop expanding and this world is for the taking Get me out! Try to breath in while I'm breathing it out I'm losing my count, counting minutes Seconds, hours ‘till them sucka bounce I can't see which means I'm half blinded And timeless is killing me They're running fast and honestly they got no soul So they try to take mine Worst than Columbine Shooting shit along the way Witch is making me wait So they can ripe my life away Had to pretend it's all good it's ok As my heart it turns to clay And minute after minute and hour after hour We kept on doing same shits The same old fucking sorrow Apple hear, apple there Apple fucking everywhere In the mirror when I stare WTF are you looking at? ...You got to believe me, please!

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All Songs Written by New Apple Taste

New'p is
Christopher Manikmati Mancini - Vocal
Luis Grand Buda Rotondaro - Vocal
Elyze Venne-Deshaies - Tenor and alto sax, clarinet (6) and flute (13)
Charles-Éric Lavoie - Guitar, noise
Eliott Durocher-Bundock - Guitar, synth, noise
Vincent "Loviez" Lévesque Lepage - Bass
Julien Daoust - Drums
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Mario Allard - Alto and barytone sax (1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 12)
André Désillets - Tenor sax (4, 5, 9, 10, 11 and 14)
Benjamin Deschamps - Alto sax (6)
Marilène Provencher Leduc - Flute (6)
Antonin Mercier - Bassoon (6)
Chimwemwe Dave Miller - Vocal and Whistle (13)

Co-produced by Franky Selector and New Apple Taste
Recorded at Tone Bender Studio, Shabby Chic Studio, Studio Sophronik and Production IX
Mixed by Franky Selector assisted by Steve Lemay
Engineered by Franky Selector, François Chauvette, Olivier St-Pierre, Sebastien Tardif and Chimwemwe Dave Miller
Mastered by Steve Lemay

Publishing owned by Production NAT

Artwork by Pat Hamou

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released September 11, 2013

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New Apple Taste Montréal, Québec

New Apple Taste is a band based in Montreal, composed of five musicians and two emcees.
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