KOREA FILES 2013, by LOSTBOYEVSKY & CoryaYo

KOREA FILES 2013

by LOSTBOYEVSKY & CoryaYo

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1.	RAFIKI 01:47	lyrics	buy track
It's the psilocybin willy nilly giant look how hilly life gets still arrivin como el sol below a chill horizon Silly vibes when I rap because I need the giggles Pity tyrants heart icicles dude let your ass jiggle Words I scribble be like nada but really rad squiggles What a trip I know right brada I'm feelin mad tickled Fads fickle like my moods during the autumn time Thought of rhymes for a while just so as not to squander wine Bottom line I ponder mine too much but it's all good Occassionally saunter by pines and sit in tall woods Paint my sharpie musings on the shitter stall should I die don't be bitter; all things that flitter fall. [Chorus] All things that flitter fallllll All things that glitter fallllll And I'm a little small But I'm not bitter yall The aim is to be sorta raffish like Rafiki Propaganda's sneaky but my floorboards are creaky Remember my squeaky voice back in ninth grade Drunk in a dashiki spazzing on a tirade Feel akin to Nietzsche, laughing at the night hey Existential treaty; surpassing all the fright yay My alabaster twice frayed, but since I got the dice play Paradox my knife clay; be absurd the life way Possibly the strife may burn up all my light-rays But I let the rhymes mate love and make my time great Make my time greaaattt Make my time greaaattt It's not a dime race let the rhymes mate You could spite fate Find your nice place
2.	NEW SINCERITY 01:54	lyrics	buy track
I celebrated in '99 when I defeated Bowser Now it's 2014 I'm drinking wine in a Korean shower I've lived for 8,333 days, man. Yowzers Remember me chuckling at Tito, that chunky dude on Rocket Power Now I'm reading Freud and Schopenhauer Aren't my Beanie Babies worth something by now or? Whatever, this minute hand is a gouger We lock time in a clock but it grows all the louder I mean I'm relatively new to this planet right 22 odd years can't be much more than a fortnight Pardon me if I'm overly forthright But in theory I could stop existing tomorrow So I feel compelled to shed some code morse light On this strange life I think I borrowed it And I'm not always honest... but who is? Urban landscapes make me feel bootlegged I like to slow dance with poetic expressionism Wilde said that means my temperament is receptive shizzel He's probably right I'd probably love you senseless Kiss you softly when you're down and defenseless Was that too sentimental? Blast it it's new sincerity Combined with apparently a pear is green and the impulse to dismantle managerial squares and dairy queens I celebrated in '99 when I defeated Bowser In 2014 I'm drinking wine in a Korean shower I've lived for 8,333 days. Yowzers
3.	FORTEAN PHENOMENA 03:20	lyrics	buy track
Blink and you'll miss me I'm Fortean phenomena Did the inventor of TV know it would hoard the melodramas? People hoard vintage wheel-os and believe in chupacabras I'm a yellow llama trotting along near clueless papas and mamas too, boom shakalaka boom Tell me who to drop kick dude Teach me who to lock in school I'm actually your father, Luke. And possibly Dr. Zhivago too Hey tell me: how's an otter move? Do you have a hairy popper, Lou? Is that your fairly Amish crew? Let's have a staring contest ooooo Televangelists are barely honest mooks And every. prophet. ever. pooped. Please don't snare and flog me who are you to glare and taunt me Sue? A boy named Jordan Clark all kookoo but rarely flaunts his jewels Some of us need very somber clues I'm in a scary monstrous zoo Feeling real as Mary Poppins' drool Used to be like fairly pompous too Til I considered the air that lobsters use But maybe let's just merrily gobble food And stare carelessly at knockers nude Feel nauseous like Jean Paul Sartre; puke What shampoo do martyrs use? Do we really need a social contract, like Hobbes' view? Is this just plum-berry artless goo? Nothing more than dust fairies gobbledygook? Because see I'm skeptical like that Scottish Hume So disillusioned that I'm nearly a Marxist, Ruth Petrified-heart flatlanders dropping some bombs n nukes Have me feeling like a teary-eyed Doctor Seuss beary-eyed stooge, more helpless than jars of fruit But fuck it let's have a renaissance like those Harlem groups Most marmosets are square and marmish BOO Woah, I just parried a starlit ghoul But who am I to dare to carve my tomb? Catch me in Korea surrounded by mostly harmless boobs Also frowning fogies and terribly charmless tools Blackout business men slash weary and maudlin dupes Materialistic insecure heartsick noobs But not all bad--almost no fear of starving goons And even a few clearly smart dubloons Various historical cultures would probably harvest fools But other cultures support near-endless coitus loops
4.	QUASI-QUASIMODO 03:08	lyrics	buy track
what if i'm just a tree-climber who writes raps a mostly calm dude who occasionally might snap Maybe someday I'll be in higher education One time ate some fungi got a higher education Buddha told me I need some flyer meditation Kerouac told me I need some tire rotation Guess I'll just focus on flotation but on the real I'm kickin it with Tom Bombadil shit's kinda chill Call me Borges, yo, I'm blind but skilled Time reveals that perhaps the pine could heal But apes stay altering minds with pills I mean, whatever, though, it's your time to kill Chorus x2 I'm quasi-quasimoto man I got a hunch That I know about as much as Captain Crunch But I'll sip my fruit punch eatin' Sunday Brunch Try to break tradition, huh, fuck the Brady Bunch Determinism, free will, and/or lady luck? Maybe I could've been a slim n shady schmuck Or a fly-ass narwhal or a horned frog Maybe I just ate a simulated corndog But I do me like autoerotica Not immune to a goddess, body exotica Just a hormonal Australopithecus You could hate it or you could get with it quick But whiter than Patty Mayonaisse Could go for a fatty and donuts, man, glazed I ejaculate symphonies to the tune of Beethoven's fifth Really do try hard not to be a chauvinist Chorus x2 I'm quasi-quasimoto man I got a hunch That I know about as much as Captain Crunch But I'll sip my fruit punch eatin' Sunday Brunch Try to break tradition, huh, fuck the Brady Bunch
5.	WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH MY HANDS 01:56	lyrics	buy track
Scrumptious non-sequitir doozy anton chekhov's nephew twice removed--- festive, boozy at Taco Johns met a messiah in the parking lot He told me life was pure silence intertwined with a barking dog I said so what's my next move he said build Noah's Ark out of cell phones and call it art... hell no lo siento, that's too much irony for my mojo. Turns out the dude was a reincarnated Andy Warhol disguised as a hobo Me I'm proto-robo-bonobo, joe-po-mo, half dodo, but also precisely nothing more than your mental photo of me, touching, lovely, guess I'm questin' like Tribe or Frodo Baggins so-cro magnon rhododendrun, logos brethren masquerading as something loco heaven is the earth just a purgatory? ah fuck philosophy we got burgers to eat jokes. matter fact i'm meeting edward abbey in a few to burn down a wendy's and a hardee's too then we'll probably grab a whopper on the way home just to bask in the absurdity of the cosmic poem please, orangutans on speed, jager bombs and DMT zelda attacked me but i wasn't me i was olga pataki hacky-sack riff raff laffy taffies happy rappy this is what you're hearing right now, the non-sappy sliver of the opera meister kaleidoscopic grey matter mad hatter than most apes, a homo-sape averse to feigning interest in chatter, sorta out there like Saturn browsing /r/psychoanalysis wondering what really matters as rain patters. five tabs open on my browser as i write this wish i had five more for my tongue, be feeling righteous.
6.	DAVE CHAPPELLE 02:28	lyrics	buy track
If you knew the shit I said when I was talkin to myself You would say what the hell People tend to hide themselves from the world, like Dave Chapelle Penning goofy stupid shit Scooby dooby doobie shit Lucid dude who moons the rich super kangaroo with tricks You may say enough with the wordplay But if language shapes life, where else am I to turn, Fay? rearrange my lenses relentlessly and jiggle syllables till they bend tremendously over and under lose meaning in outer space and i've had to adapt to many a doubtful gaze. my brain rings like a gong in ancient Mongolia wackiness abounds unpolished no linoleum bullion in my arteries, tangled in uncertainty but I ditty through the pity, slurpin' up the burdens, b my sermon might actually be rambling idiocy and urgency is lost when i bramble my delivery but i speak my peace anyway because it's soothing maybe it could move you too like Time or Martin Luther King string rhymes together like minds in groupthink. jurassic iconoclast; Egyptian needs a new sphinx Scottie Pippen on the skating rink would be less weird Than this dude with unmatched wool socks and scraggly beard. If you knew the shit I said when I was talkin to myself You would say what the hell People tend to hide themselves from the world, like Dave Chapelle Mangy fears resurface like beluga butts So I dangle here perched, patient like arugula Learn to stay calm see fear as sorta lucifer Resist nada, life seen from port of Jupiter Ornery, goggling hornswogglers crowding at my super fence But I renounce dragons, sorta like the Ubermensch Splinter was living that mondo ninja turtle wisdom While Hunter S. basked in non-subtle gonzo journalism Too many paths like Sylvia Plath's fig tree Might stifle me; the dizziness of being free Kierkegaard said that's what it means to be anxious Those too languid to vanquish anguish sometimes walk the plank quick. Revert to blank disk. I say no thanks, Mitch. Rather hit the dank piff float away in lank bliss. Uneven longings but I do grow like ficuses Might become historic like Cyprus is One day when the Internet dies from insidious viruses Maybe you'll find me on Wikipedia papyruses
7.	SOMETHING 03:05	lyrics	buy track
For Baudrillard The map became the territory The hyperreal, that's a scary story Don't read it to your kids... But do read Something to your kids so they can be more than ribs and eyelids maybe even let em try cid and get enlightened more than like Christ is At least tell em not to be evil you know like five siths Don't let em be canniving on some Lord of the Flies shit And tell em they're infinite... like pi is You should probably buy this It might even be objectively worth more than a Saab store or a shamwow It's just my sob story and hopefully not a sham, wow Catch me jonesin like Dow for some Tao like Lao had Some ha-ha-ha catch me in the now man Embracing shit like rollo greb And rocking in every direction like When I was an unborn child in my mother's midsection What a trip dude I'm feeling like Dennis McKenna Or like a game of tennis after ten bumps I'm mad to live like Moriarty possibly The revolution won't be sponsored by Atari Be gnarly g silent like gnomes at night when I'm on the parsley Facebook reminds me of a farce b I call it farcebook Have you seen the stars look Don't be a car crook like Angie in Gone in Sixty But do create alter egos... Regina phalange Admonish sixty rabblerousers this isn't the great awakening No scare tactics for goodness sake stop yodeling And make bacon but feel vaguely mournful for dead pigs I need some lead for my mechanical pencil Never mind I'm typing on a satanical stencil Aka an iPhone aka a nice home aka A fly clone aka a bourgeois artifact I wrote an autograph on a starter cap Because I'm desperate like Stan for smarter raps But also some runny fart cracks Because I'm immature Catch me on a trampoline with Korean kids pretending to bend the force Like Gregor Mendel of yore I sometimes wonder about genetics Like how much of this resulted from my dad's dick? Or some immaterial will that I myself erected From the fragmented shards of experiential nector? Interior design experts couldn't classify my texture. I think I'm victor Vasquez or a classless vector Aimed at the heart of the masses Or maybe victor frankl and I'm past tense Drinking absinthe with victor Von doom in a labyrinth But when the mask was removed he was actually Daniel dumile You've been to moulan rouge you say? Catch me watching Mulan while I ruminate On subversive narratives of females who do some great Shit and steadily mutilate The patriarchal notions that make us think dudes should make No buggery and females should not perform cunninling Gus I'm Wilhelm reich performing vegetotherapy Trying to feel my orgasms with extra clarity Heteronormativity is a federal sorta fib you see I'm hella warm with sensitivity For all of us made to feel, uh, deficient b Your drives are a toad or river see Natural as dimethyltriptamine People buy metal Christmas trees While I play settlers of catan viciously
8.	HERMES AT JAZZ LUNCHEONS 02:13	lyrics	buy track
Quack alternative rap tunes need brain tourniquets vamoose the sermons that lack movement my turnips be rad dudette Like fern gully radishes or Raditz plus mahjin boo its The quirkiest bamboozler I twerk on the verse pumpkin and swerve I'm a yak lummox Myrtles moan sad blumpkins petunia aunts spazz frumpy berzerkers act Ted Bundy I'm Hermes at jazz luncheons with perm and cat plus Funyons rehearse all my mad lunges for merciless rap pundits who smirk at my ad libbing I flash them my crack rumpus they serve me a sap dunce cap return to my grass bunkbed In vertical plant countries that once were a bland London where Servants ate canned lunch meat Earnestly craft dumb beats To murder in aloofness Not vermin but maybe doofus I bendable like bamboo sticks My nerf darts disband pumas A smurf and I dance sumo The dervish indulge hookah My turn to divulge secrets? You derps I do bulge buku My words be from old bibles Not heard since we told fables Discursive rafiki tribal I learned of a subtle cradle Once lost now I ladle gravy If open you angels maybe Can churn with the subtle music Deserve to just cuddle tulips Befuddle the other lucifers Hover by loving doom an Eternal summer in calmness It's purple I am the walrus The furnaces cannot burn Dont resist and you are absolved But It requires a sense of humor Plus overman-type balls because You need to just say fuck it To all things that they call success Re-define it as air in lungs plus No impulse to damage others All things that you call problems are stories like Lolita Must chuckle at them like Alan Watts you are poem creature Absurd yes but also sweeter To run with the wind like cheeta Must prance with uncertainty see My banter is how I leave body do my thing like chuang tau, how I'm free A place of just harmony Laced jokes and some trickery Silliness is a willingness to release all except the peace Spontaneous, KOOL A.D. It's naked tomfoolery I studied mythology I read all that Joey C A method to let it be By trusting a destiny Don't misjudge I am still clueless A lost boy at times feel ghoulish But accept the strange existence Might as well have fun while Human

about

a wise man named Dunzo Donalds once told me that "your first songs are your best songs," which further confirmed an intuition i had felt stirring within me: that i needed to release my earliest raps.

apart from a few scattered and disconnected songs in years prior, 2013 in South Korea was the year when i began to delve sincerely and earnestly and in a time-intensive way into the project of recording rap music. it was there that the songs comprising 'RHYMES 'N' PUNS 'N' SHIT' were born, but before those songs there were other songs—songs I never showed to the world. until now. *dun dun dun* ; P

really though, these songs i recorded in a small studio apartment in Busan, South Korea in late 2013 and early 2014 hold a special place in my heart, and it feels right to me to share them with you all. these glimpses into my psyche were born from a place of pure excitement—from a sense of the world of rap-making as a Narnia of endless possibility.

all the beats (except the bonus tracks) were produced by CoryaYo, a talented producer and good friend of mine from my hometown in NW Iowa; shoutout to Cory for creating these chill beats years ago.

as always, i truly hope this music gives you something.

with love and a jolly belly laugh,
jb

p.s. there are two bonus tracks for those who buy the project :]

p.p.s. note that my viewpoints have changed a lot in last 5 years so some of the ideas contained herein no longer resonate; many, however, still do

credits

released November 14, 1918

ALL BEATS (except bonus tracks) PRODUCED BY CoryaYo: coryayo.bandcamp.com

COVER ART ILLUSTRATED BY: Christopher Kerouac / OGALALA --- soundcloud.com/ogalala

SIMPLY ORANGE BEAT PRODUCED BY MF DOOM

DAY N NITE FREESTYLE BEAT PRODUCED BY KID CUDI & DOT DA GENIUS