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Winter

by Untytled

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lace the moist sonic sphere with my voice paint across the leering face of space and symbol choice walk the path of your mind I operate behind the auto reflex of Imperial design cash this in your ears listen my voice the dollar sign $ to remind you to buy this and that pattern rap imagine a trap on the creative map the trees get sapped I am no rap capitalist please cease and desist stand down your flag flies with the crown your valiant displays of domination become drown in a sea of mass inclusion cause we all must amount to something you and me together the human seed what’s true indeed: we cannot sever these days there’s more to art than being clever I engage the spark, Mike C pulls the lever facilitate life, facilitate might for real, feeling I might make a mark in this life if arc was just right, might catch a flame in the attic I cause MCs mad panic facilitate life, facilitate might for real, feeling I might blast a hole for sunlight if angle was right, might flip a change on the situation (if) when you fall in this life, will you fall on your sword? you fall on your sword or will you find a way to roll away? (if) when you fall in this life, will you fall on your sword? you fall on your sword or will you live today? (if) when you fall in this life, will you fall on your sword? you fall on your sword or will you find a way to roll away? (if) when you fall in this life, will you fall on your sword? you fall on your sword or will you live today? facilitate life, facilitate might for real, feeling I might make a mark in this life if arc was just right, might catch a flame in the attic I cause MCs mad panic facilitate life, facilitate might for real, feeling I might blast a hole for sunlight if angle was right, might flip a change on the situation
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lone place lonely bone to pick stared at own face ‘til tree became stick blown wick up, spark, flames pick up at the park picked up after dark for impromptu collabo will stomp you and stab you should you consider battle an option I am the last one standing flossing my teeth I will make you brief I will bring release like the rain from the east solo driver mic vibe: strives to glow liver eternal combustion engine bends in the fire empires collapse under weight of full mass I will build a village on the broken bits of scrap impact actually will not cause my atrophy retroactively reversing damage and catastrophe grand masterfully I will act as seed making suckas flee so the next can proceed and I’m a one man band and I play all alone cuz I’m a one man band and I play to a song of my own of my own all alone and I go my way alone it’s just the one man band and I go my way alone
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will the city suck my soul away? will the city suck my soul away? city screws that drill through to you screws that drill through to you screws that drill through to you ungh screws that drill through to you screws that drill through to you screws that drill through to you to you screws that drill through to you will the city suck my soul away? city
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lyrical arc to spark art seen MCs with balls but no heart to capture the rapture, keep heads nodding day after you need primo blend spiral with no end pyro with no friends all got burnt no play and no ends, you still get learnt something new coming thru meet you at the turn road splits at bullshit paid dues earned slayed dudes in three states mindstate’s a disgrace time hits the fast pace I laid em to waste slimed from the ass taste whack beats are half-baked got heat so play the hand pull out the ace you could not replace the spiral interface staircase you could not display infinite mirror face you could not reframe the maimed lame subterfuge of stained insane mainstream brain all seems plain canvas set for ravage slam with Dionysus, I could be the savage I could wreak the havoc or I could lay in hammock I ascend to heaven or I crawl with the damned damn it at first you can’t see right behind the figure waiting for you on the backside of your mind it’s time, reveal the alien design ultimate refined sign of infinite divine ‘cause we live in the we live inside the weapon as a piece of the as a piece of the destroyer to survive in the to survive within the weapon we a piece of the be a piece of the (we at peace with the?) we became the destroyer a piece of the weapon reverse course burn direct from source face latest tech lace greatest threat place weight on set but can’t hate on yet! unexpected connected to break the net dialectic’s infectious I lace the thread when dissecting the monsters within the head can an angel remain so despite the spread? can an angel remain so despite the dead? ‘cause we live in the we live inside the weapon as a piece of the as a piece of the destroyer to survive in the to survive within the weapon we a piece of the be a piece of the (we at peace with the?) we became the destroyer a piece of the weapon
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I’m sick of this podunk town no culture brings me down they don’t get why I spend all my cash on holding fat stash fuck all other crap don’t get my ironic ‘stache my smart leather shoes and dignified cap I can hear when I turn how they laugh when I’m outside the bar smoking beadies and hash moving to Portland, yeah where people understand me moving to Portland get into the scene moving to Portland, yeah find a pansexual girlfriend moving to Portland trying to get seen Portland, Portland, Portland, Portland it’s Portland so important Portland, Portland so important, man Portland, Portland so important, man Portland, Portland, Portland (unimportant conversation) moving to Portland, yeah where people understand me moving to Portland get into the scene moving to Portland, yeah find a pansexual girlfriend moving to Portland trying to get seen Portland, Portland, Portland, Portland it’s Portland so important Portland, Portland so important, man Portland, Portland self important land Portland, Portland, Portland (dream of imaginary girlfriend) nothing’s gonna change my world nothing’s gonna change my world nothing’s gonna change my world nothing’s gonna change my world nothing’s gonna change my world nothing’s gonna change my world nothing’s gonna change my world
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we ride the beat and ability to speak the beat and ability to we ride the beat, inability to speak the beat, inability to leaf start to curl time to say, "hey, sorry to world for steady rapin' ya, girl" story unfurl out of control bloom techno overgrown control room white noise issue from white moon zoom out can't climb tomb out peaks of two mounts who now can bail you out? exhume the corpse contort resource to blossom bloom out bloom like the flower when the pollen makes you sleep it's pseudo-hibernation for the shepherds and the sheep bloom like the flower when the pollen makes you sleep it's pseudo-hibernation for the steeple and the chief bloom like the flower when the pollen makes you sleep it's pseudo-hibernation for the owner and the thief it goes 'ow ow ow ow ow . . . " he didn't know, where to go and where did you go? where'd you go, my faded spring? lost with no, no way to follow where to go? nowhere for us to go speech find thought it's the automatic robot
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it’s cold standing in the cold morning rain at the bus stop it’s a bleak little circuit but we work it standing in the ice storm in the fog it’s a bleak little circuit but we work it standing in the vortex wind’s blowing all around it’s a bleak little circuit
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still in the moat hope floats actually I had to be a masterpiece no one could rap before or after me I’ll atrophy all rappers onstage can’t scope my sight I’ve gone all the ways to grey I write the most thick wordplay most trade present for someday dumb haze of trained beagles train my eye of eagle need no sequel or replay, kid mine hits today beat’s got enough heat to knock an MC over sober with this one though, you listen close and I might disclose a blooming rose of voluminous prose bust flows that cause awakening from tomb arose now bleed with insight might continue all night despite world of zombies I’m lyric soundbombing zoom to yawning expanse I’ll take chance do not adjust my glance to aggressive advance awoke in cavernous tomb, the earth womb dark side of moon vampires feed on bleeding synthetic nation of diabetics seething, needing prosthetics groping greed to keep the brood alive desperate squealing cattle drive hardly awake, you’re slapping five with the fakes while I go to great lengths to blow your mind with the breaks arrival liable to shake and break your baby neck whether or not you hold a tech rap skills don’t make you shady yet! I needle thread through the ages cough a rap style contagious provoke more biters than sharks out of cages more wise than seven sages rap in myriad of stages ‘cause they haven’t felt the wrath of Untytled’s crazed rages when asked to measure the scope try to react, to think fast they say, “nope!” I couldn’t catch it ratchet up the funk, spark skunk, don’t front ‘cause commercial rap plastic is junk no need to match it still in the moat hope floats actually I had to be the ultimate weaponry dismantle MCs and leave ‘em swinging in the breeze dismantle MCs and leave ‘em swinging in the trees, like light shone at night dismantle MCs and leave ‘em swinging in the breeze dismantle MCs and leave ‘em swinging in the trees shred ‘em above and beyond all that other bullsh— this ain’t no commercial gimmick! no matter what they say . . .
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Ro.B.O.T. 03:13
jaws that won’t let go jaws that won’t let go like a rolling ball of teeth let you chew, get relief but we rollin’ down the steep til there’s nothing left to eat but we rolling ball of teeth always find a place to feed we eat all of the seed and expand without cease the rolling ball of teeth making moves finding beef on a planet made of meat feed the furnace raw heat but we rolling ball of teeth never get enough to eat consume as we please torpid body, no feet but will there be? will there be an end of the road? will we reach will we reach an end will we reach the end? end will there be will there be an end of the road? will we reach will we reach the end will we reach an end of the road? the road . . . the rolling ball of teeth making moves finding beef on a planet made of meat feed the furnace raw heat but we rolling ball of teeth never get enough to eat consume as we please torpid body, no feet we eat light first . . . we eat light first . . . we eat light first . . . we eat light first we eat light first . . . we eat light first . . . we eat light first . . . but will there be? will there be an end of the road? will we reach will we reach an end will we reach an end? will there be will there be an end of the road? will we reach will we reach the end? will we reach an end end
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look if you want, look out the window go if you want, go out the door see what’s in store find a world outside the building past the next floor kill the clock as I blow up the spot been the victim of residual rot Ro.B.O.T. hasn’t got a single individual thought as I repeat this phrase robotically as I recite this verse methodically hypnotically exploding the notion of what you oughta be and continue on my odyssey I’ve been losing time for false modesty be what you want or become someone else please, appease, even the score get creatively down on our knees we can learn to be the whore isn’t that what you want? no I want a new dimension another universe of sound I want a new dimension provide it ( . . . your song here . . . )
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Working Man 03:19
in an artificial age seems strange to find a man that’s working with his hands and you know in this life, I will always be a working man and I go down roads that most people wouldn’t understand even so, in this life Untytled is a working man attached to my body these hands I use to manifest a tangible effect on the land a correctional dance implementing time tested technology not left up to chance though chaos does have its plan seemed so random, but when you zoom in you see each piece is tuned in on the smallest scale whether man rock or snail, We prevail We entail entire scope of existence and lack of white hand in black glove when you fall, mandala spins you right back up existence and lack of black hand in white glove plan is: we return to land and construct love in a superficial age seems strange to touch the land, they cannot understand even so, in this life I must always be a working man and I go down roads that most people wouldn’t understand even so, in this lie, I will be a working man because I’ve gotta survive and not just for today and I’ll go because I’ve gotta survive and not just for today
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huh? what? huh? what? huh huh what? huh? what? huh huh what? “oh shitballs? now who’s gonna run the company? think, think . . . take a drink! yeah, that always helps . . .” take a drink, take a drink and take a drink, you take a drink take a drink, take a drink and then my friend, you’ll sink take a drink, take a drink and take a drink, take a drink take a drink, take and drink and then you’ll sink! daily rituals to make you tall but Alice cookies make you small, might bake us all you take a fall speech out of reach stretch into the depths to correct and scale the wall steady piling up defiling blown to wind as dust in a puff but same wind might blow us up and rise above if we can’t find the room to grow we will im (fucking) plode when we can’t find the room to grow old we must expand the mold wicked will overwhelm the gifted when I’m lifted and fall into the trance of the mythic Maya got you higher than the trade center before the planes hit it didn’t get it cuz you’re lost, though frozen in your ice floe mice holes, trapped to be specific: you’re headed for the snap when you’re cheese molds, you’ll get a taste of that entranced by a dance called strife orchestrated by this thing called life say “I do” to the gun on the right you are now man and wife take a life gotta get cash or be hungry tonight run fast or surrounded by lights death or behind bars for life, so a dim light and a pen and pad any experience I ever had and music that could really move a mass right fast, make cash, outlast if criminal mind is left behind then lyrical side can steady grind never find my place in rhyme how the hell can I rise above? if we can’t find the room to grow we will im (fucking) plode when we can’t find the room to grow old we must expand the mold the level, the level is difficult to elevate when you’re walking with the devil will get you, grip you, rip you, split you anew if we can’t find the room to grow we will implode I said, when we can’t find the room to grow old we must expand the mold (I don’t think you hear me) if we can’t find the room to grow we will implode Now, now, when we can’t find the room to grow old we must expand the mold (amen)
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Goldfish 01:44
flip tomes strip to bones roam earth skip the stones roll hearse zombies get goin’ wrong mom, you’ll be long gone change direction intersection make connections for self beyond help health drag thru hell to see through to wealth and seed voodoo spell I breathe hoodoo spells of former guru dispel the issue I will come straight through you whoever thought they could be so exact? in the face of entire space/time collapse contact with force puts you back on course absorbed into tissue of universe I’m living birth fully immersed, submerged strictly on the fringe in full view of total orbital spin of the morbid collective trying to pull in imploding sects, no more tissue connective try to search for exit, is none only gotta live, son but we gotta live as one and is that even possible? and is it even possible? yo, I pledge hype for life build sturdy bridge on edge of a knife still on some rock for light locked in tight, trying to knock out the right but the dense 1 percent sedated 99, hook on end of line goldfish stuck circling on some “I’ve gotta get mine / gotta get mine” getting yours is you but I gotta break through gotta break through to the never ending blue meanwhile you press your luck and stay stuck circle in your fishbowl, stupid motherfuck stack g’s is you but I gotta break through bushwhack a path to the never ending blue getting yours is you but I gotta break through gotta break through to the never ending blue
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Winter, January 2014
Full album + instrumentals

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released January 15, 2014

This album is dedicated to isolation, loneliness, repeated failure, lack of critical and financial success, stubbornness, frustration, abandonment, lethargy, indifference, struggle, pain, taking too long, paid dues never cashing in, mediocrity, fingers too cold to operate, brothers going separate ways, darkness, negativity, starvation, addiction, alcohol, cheap equipment, writing the same song over and over again, dissatisfaction, striving hopelessly for perfection, criticism, social circles, backstabbing and shit talking, lack of criticism, the scene, adopting personas and playing parts, commercialization, commodification, death, decomposition.

Signs of spring include: My friend and longtime collaborator Mike the Maitre’d Cochran, without whom this album would never have come out. Reaper the Storyteller, who is a real professional and a great human being. My family and loved ones, especially my dad who is always there to make sure the album art / formatting / printing happens on time. My friends that support my need to be creative. My fellow SLC / Ogden / Provo / Utah hip hoppers who continue to push the envelope and build together towards something greater.
Always remember that following even the coldest winter is renewal, and the promise of light and new growth. I love you all, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for listening to my music.

All songs written, composed, performed, recorded and produced by Untytled, except #s 1 and 7 which feature beats by Mike C the Maitre’d, and track #s 2, 4, 6, 9+11, which feature additional production by Mike C the Maitre’d; and track #12 which features additional vocals by Reaper the Storyteller. All songs mixed by Mike C the Maitre’d. All songs mastered by Untytled. Album art by Untytled, with help from Chris Montague.

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Untytled Salt Lake City, Utah

Untytled is an underground rapper and producer whose hip hop music equally well fits into half a dozen other genres. In addition to writing and performing his own raps, Untytled also composes, performs, produces and engineers his own music, and even does his own album art! Untytled is a truly independent artist and has been repping the "do it yourself" creative ethic since the turn of the century. ... more

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