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Castle Keep

by King Crabapple

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King Crabapple's 2nd album, an EP. It's brief and fierce like elevator sex.

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released 23 March 2013

Recorded & Produced by Dr. Krunkstable at MUXREC
All songs written and performed by King Crabapple

Art by Ivan Bilibin
Layout by Shredd Spread

Connect with King Crabapple:
www.kingcrabapple.com
www.muxrec.com
www.facebook.com/kingcrabapple
www.twitter.com/kingcrabapple

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Track Name: Heater
New heart begins to pulse
the adrenaline pumps into the fresh vein walls
Blood cells forced to retract
an overwhelming thought pushed from the front to the back
Make these lungs believe you can withstand
another lap with water at your fucking knees
Is it muscle memory or,
an undivided constant living in-between these silent dreams
Captain of the nautical audible,
brain strapped with the energy needed to create the follicles.
Where the visions like to spew out,
Im overwhelming these untrained ears and untrained mouths
Bringing the havoc, never to sleep never to creep,
always pushing the limits of the cubical that peaks.
Getting slivers in my palm quick, Im breaking lead based tips,
finish the verse with my blood drip
Independent source, independently creating connections,
leaving half breeds with gig sores.
I stomp my own turf and make the ground shake.
Momentum built so you light the fuse, Sit back these kids will be amused
Ya rappin nothing your spittinn
Ya never truth , its fiction
Ya never flow , its written
Another copy cat gimmick
Another product of boredom
Another look at my jordans
Another wanna be stardom, ILL FUCKING MURDER THEM!
Dope shit is what i will call this.

Think your dope, nope your just dosed kid
Adolescent to the truth yes you'll get frost bit
Im out cold with a chip on my shoulder
gotta prove to these cats the north is much bolder
Making impressions with my glove when you fly by
i don't even gotta wave to you to say hi
Ice age, earth warming did it for me
now im sitting on a beach no sharks just breeze.
Cut out from histories jagged knife i got my piece of the pie
i suggest you get a slice
Instead of always trying to look cool
why don't you freestyle instead of spitting what you wrote fool.
Dopeshit is what I will call this.

Dare you to turn me on,
Dare you to turn me, t-turn me, Dare you to turn me on.

Call it natural selection, Im reflection
every weak mind in my path kid
Got y'all punks locked in a stranglehold
bark collar on so don't go towards the road
Might get shocked with the reality
the road is my shell this life is my sea
Outside from where the rest are tied down
now im making my own beats, making my own sounds
Where the fuck was your contribution to music,
the old school used to start up the movements.
Now you rock that we all sound the same, Talib and Ace would be ashamed
of what you have done with your time.

Dare you to turn me on,
Dare you to turn me, t-turn me, Dare you to turn me on.

Flung by the seat of my pants in a shotgun romance
Take heed in my words
been known to throw a few curves
Dare you to turn me on,
writhing and needing,
take me, take me, ooh baby, ooh baby
Forget what you know
Come on and ride with it
Cover my body
Savor every bit of this
with my skin on your skin
where do I start
where do you begin
And I'm gripping you
into me