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Permanent Tournament

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    Limited 100 cassette run includes 4-panel liner with bonus poem. Each cassette blessed by the elders of Trøntønømø Bay.

    Artwork & design by Trøn 444.

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Produced by Skelli Skel
Additional Production by Trøn 444
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Gabriel Owsley at Studio Clart


Stretch, wake up and shit
You know I’m uhh
You know I’m feeling kinda like
Feelin kinda like…

Pretty Ricky Tikkii Timbo
Old Grape God raising the bar
Lawyers got our system of existence in limbo
Young gyroscope
Meddah flow
Like uh
Lamb gyro
Flap my wings before Lambo doors
On a jungle beat going Rambo
Paint Soup, BurgAndy Warhologram
This ain’t Campbell’s
Known to ramble over damp bells
If you can’t tell, I cast spells
Break legs on stage
Then get daps on daps
Slaps on slaps til my hands swell
Welches and well whiskey, don’t push me
Cuz I’m over the boreder (boarder)
Just tryna stay busy
Feeling good while I’m doing bad
Dabs on dabs
Mandem spinning vinyl
That’s wax on wax
Woods be my cologne
The un-pheromone (unfairer moan)
Them backs is axe on axe, twist the Axel -
Rose City purple rain fill up
Fill up
Fill up
Fill up the moat
Round my brown castle no cattle sandwich
Light the candle as I lessen my load
Bless the bland hell as I freshen your mode
Nomad moving-
Never nesting at home
So fast losing-
Full control of the road
I swerve and I skid
Still keep the
Still keep the
Herb lit
As I slip off the pavement
Waking up, wandering where the way went
Shaking shattered glass off of my shoulders
Cached for when I was older
I never stashed it
Just off the god-rails (guardrails)
Steep embankment
Fuck up some commas off insurance
This surreality is fucking up my coma
I don’t wanna come to
This permanence
This this this permanence
I don’t wanna come to this permanence
I don’t wanna come to
I don’t wanna come to this permanence
This this this permanence
I don’t wanna come to this this permanence
I don’t want this this perm...

Verse II
Permanent, permanent
It’s your turn in the tournament
Burning fern
I thought you were poppin
Wonder where the kernels went
It’s a thirsty man’s world
On the verge of it
Turn em in, Turn em in
I’m earning my bid
I’ma make a hit if you let me get a verse on it
Fill a page just for the turn-of-it
I’ve been waiting patiently for myself to catch up
But I’m a flash flood
I’m a splashed tub
In the club eating a caesar salad before I sing a ballad
Just waiting for the crowd to validate my pallet salivates
Loud sounds like [DJ] Khaled in the sensory deprivation tank
I don’t hate my enemies
‘Cause I know they’re just waiting the time to come around and be a friend of me
Intensity is spreading
Time travel committee never meeting in the middle
I hold it down like a tent city when they ask us to be civil
Most people only think they’re liberal
Political affiliations for the formulaic individual off the artificial nipple
Skip the pebble, never caused a ripple
They try to cripple the growth of our roots
So its easier to top and chop and chop and chop and topple us, over
Everytime I go off head-top like Ted Coppel
Telepathic T.E.D. talks
Cold world just tryna get these sleds off
Be smart with the art of using heart as a weapon
Sharp tools of a veteran
Just tryna get these sheds off
Shit-steppin not stressin
just looking for the shrooms init
God yeah I’m gassin
Yeah I’m gassin
I could flex on Exxon(x2)
Next song(x4)


from Trøntønømø Bay, released December 21, 2016



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