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Out between fulton and woodman
Im a nigga but browning and blackened
I arrest like i know what I’m doing
I’m the left gangster rapper in ruins
influenced by vultures that bred in the western
im a arrow pulled out where your chest hurt
wether paris or back with the terrorist
the last run took a bite of my family
one perished
Im nervous as fuck where my life is
been another bad human I’m hiding
I was able to fly in the palm trees
i made into weapons I’m barely surviving
bitch
I’m like way beyond static and kanye
I’ve been doing this noise like its my way
out of LA IM Bumming your plastic
all my stress on the dirt is in asterisks
Coming to Cali No worries
though my people in shambles I’m mourning
I resemble a tearing new people appearing
I’m waking at 4 in the mornings
Theres no way Im bound to be left out
warhol
promises.
I knew where the road was
and I knew where my tribe is i was like
(P. Mottron)
Not to tarry, for your face,
not to tarry, for your body,
will not last.
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f r e e d o m
06:24
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I am not an interest in appearance
Summoned from PARIS
American ERA
we want every person in our image
Sounding like two timed
static in my savage i was
product of your fields and your hangings
god must of spared me a penis for my manners
I was watching many humans from my manic
i was way beyond a blemish I’m not perfect i resented
I’ve been blushing at the posters on my mantle
now I’m bleeding on my matter I’m a come up on my castle
bleak and running from the image of a cop social is the prairie in an iPhone
in an android where she cheated ima stop.
how much of my hiding will it cost?
im a beast im a princess k dot
appearing that i'm not black in a mess full of brown
see the ash in my wake former towns
swag when it matters fuck the independents Im a coward I’m a grammy holding bitch in my hours prince
bowie bigger penis in my static i devour all encountered older elder in a glitch
FUCK MY ERA
light me on fire
Last of the humans
limited edition
nothing feel new
everything viral
hasn’t any one else noticed motherfuckers like us IS all
Nothing, like the world Couldn’t promise
I’m off of my scruff and I’m cautious
i lost how i love and I’m blank
the past kind of hurts when I think
but somewhere in the fangs i went auto
the only bone mine ever followed
the product of a conflict in border
i grew up all out of order
forgot who i was through the buzz and the clash of the ring in my eardrums
a pile of my life turned out like it got blown out into freedom
i thought I was flame I would grow with a kid and a wife and a grammy
got caught i would shame all the fangs that were hate in the mouths that surround me.
I got my swag turned out with the world tuned in and offended
its all been done before soapbox on my couch now were ending
the pain isn’t mine anymore we all on the floor with our chains up
bathing in a nuclear war i tweet when I’m bored i done came up
noise aint a phase take a powder then i leap to the top rope bleeding over coward you is them, minus how I taste I’m american
I’m way removed from tribal kinda native but I’m nervous not a
barely am i woke i done been I’m a west coast desert to my end.
hit me with a bat hammer me with bullets I’m a oak to the soft skinned babies that I choked ugh
Freedom when I’m dead
from the white to the res
from the men to the women to the nothing at all
to the tar on a highway
to the dirt of the black
we the last to dance
hope i overreact
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l i p s f. c e s c h i
06:07
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(K. d e a t h)
I aint never worn no FLAG
I don’t even like my dirt
I resort to fangs all out
Swimming in my shame
with my lanes all doubt
bleeding paranoia I have no idea
heavy in the shade
Grey it degrades my age all black bag
dreams in a fade I’m glad bear eating face no fads
tearing at the brown a little late to feel the sway
swear i had a fox tryna tell me its phase
wether wake or fake stakes ash in a bath
burning like a bad sun peeling from the swag
What the Hell I run from?
I swear, Id be a problem, If I could only get one second out my lips, id be a problem.
(Ceschi)
Ever did a ballet pirouette
Just to dodge a bullet on a bad day ?
Never yet ?
Ever had to pray to an absent god
Hoping to avoid an early grave?
Fuck another Fraud
Yeah `````````
This is Knife in a narc's heart level art
Bite mark on a white devil type dark
Spitting that fight for your life
Snipe president
Shit
Ima die with my four fingered fist clenched
Who am I to tell you how to live?
I could never save you from the abyss
I️ ain't ever been like y'all
I've been off course still running
Life-is dumb slow morphine drip
All of us crumble to bits
Everything is quiet in the end though
Everything is quiet in the end
Silent in the end
(K . d e a t h )
I Pretend the sheets stay white.
I can turn away not really looking
see the powers in the flowers not the furnace
pedal in the pussy til its burning while I’m sleeping in the wind until its morning///
I resent the way the fucker fits without the privates that I’m minus you the face of what I’m after while we settle for the whitest since paris probably not the same but I’ve been running from of it knowing what I’m doing killing women how i came up in it
I have never been like y’all too fuckin big too fuckin tall
greens in the kitchen beans on the counter heavy under blankets half my life i tried to take it But I, came what I IS.
I am cold fang to the pain of my fist. Bliss
I can barely breathe right now
I can barely breathe right now
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s w a y
04:13
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it don’t matter what i got I have horns
no cunt fuck pattern all flowers. independent feel the power
see the product in my hour undefeated like it matter
keep appearance in the middle of a
woman in a madness
pussy poppin in a prairie tryna tighten up my penis why you looking at a idol
camera death in the lens from the west seek power
I was wrong
i am in the belly of my goth
oh my god
pushing on the alleys of my culture or not
burying the linens from the humans that are too awake
cadavers in a pc flower I SWEAR
i just wanna see low strobe on a black lit hair brown skin no fuck
i would like to see a body glitched out
something from my tribe that defies what a ass is about
no care no cares
i got filters locked what i hate in the mirror
see the bad that i feel i project i be on my flame in my heels
im legit cause i checked. ah
I don’t even know what we about
i wanna let loose but I’m pretty in my house
and the whole thing fired see the swag in my wires
cheap pops low femme and I’m death
SWAY SWAY SWAY
your seeing how I’m changing in my fangs
with my arizona swagger and my cameos in jeans
with my paleo appearance looking way beyond my means
im a parity of tyler with a mood iness in lean…
i aint even tryna fuck you all offended I’m pretending that I’m good
with 808’s and everything you all invented I’m not freak
afraid of the skin that looks the same with a half off callous and a 9 mil aim
why you scared
dancing in the dark underwear
see death to a tran all bad everywhere
why you follow
know you kind hard
where you are
see your gangster limp
love your gun in the car
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p a r i s h e d
03:44
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Theres nobody holding down
no surround see the water isn't shallow
what I’ve found is that my powers really hallow
barely painted out and fully faded bout it tryna keep my
berries in my forest.
Ive fucked it all up
I’ve never been what I’ve imagined daily
and the fame is not the thing but I’ve been sipping from my veins
I’m fairly average with a horrid body tearing at my image
and I feel like all my pieces are indifferent
Fuck
the land is million static and I’m hungry but embarrassed
and the stares are at a pace that my securities have perished.
Why my Skin? it bends like yours but I am holy giant with a tinted fem
illusion cross the penis.
I like to fuck bitches.
I cringe when burning different.
I don’t feel like the jesus that I use to I am finished
SO now I’m left with nothing crying at a screen and trying to type
like I’m the same motherfucker that I used to
Im too enamored with the fiberglass ceilings or the left out feelings
in the trapped out buildings
while I opt to block my dresses from the upper thigh Chilling
to the homo felt rocked cis friends that I’m not healing
too much unbalanced with this noise rich fantano niche bleeding in the
waters of my backyard killed my car swag will never stress I’ve seen the writings
from the 80s and the older elder vultures are still flying and shitting
Im like
so many problems when I try to flex in linen sit in babied when I found it
now I’m living been in paris not enough theres no complacency til late night television
and revisions to the history thats altered bitch i swear is its fucking up the world is fucking up
amen to Donald trump to keep the static leveled up
You don’t care too much,
I don’t care too much,
don’t front like you don’t care.
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p a l m t r e e s
04:37
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Theres palm trees this is like paradise you know I’ve lied.
We’ve lived and died inside each other since we barely lived.
and now a paradox I know you gots to leave my prairie
so I can have you in my own way we’ve never married
I’m scared as fuck a grown up man inside a woman hawking
we’ve gone beyond each others skin we stay up late while talking
I love you more than I can barely write and tears are forming
I’ve been ignoring most importantly my roots are storming
I’m probably bad like you can act we both retract our madness
I’ve been in sadness thinking bout an empty couch since paris
and what the fuck am i supposed to do just what around?
ill fuckin do that.
I packed my bags and after rivers i decide to chase you
its been a decade and there aint no way I got to taste you
its super weird to not feel flesh was blessed to share my mattress
wasn’t since college since its empty so ill change my address…..
we’ve been through things the razor pains the phase of fangs gone changing the painful lanes my home in flames I’m gray together aging
defy the science not like birds and herds of other humans
despite what you may have reacted I am not the stupid
maybe I’m sick as fuck to give my death to single woman…
i see you best, and I can’t left. I’m stuck what am i doing.
Im gonna grab my ride and take that bitch into the ground
im gonna find you.
You got me rapping on a 3rd verse I’m out my eyelids.
Lets talk bout cali……where the shit was barely wet. no violence.
its all you but there was me all ambulance no violence. the smallest shoes a dusty yard the hardest people silence. deciphering the panties losing ground a newer person fucking Facebook i resent it not apparent but i knew it.
look lets try this shit.
something boring. gone adulting
flip or flop what the fuck cooking meals
something boring.
then ill take you out to spain….on the beach getting paid….
Palm Trees. Palm Trees.
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t u e s d a y
03:37
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way off flesh with my face….
sawed off lace in my wake….
paris in a fire in my bathroom
sad in my black in my costume..
driving in a circle on a day off
staring at a wall with the sun on
dreaming in a mouthful of past.
Tearing Up MY GODS
I don’t like this house.
I don’t like this town.
I don’t like this job.
i would rather give my power to the flowers
by the promise of a bullet to the….
let down shamans by the fangs
touched by the spirits for my dress
left out of war
wanna fucking run but im torn what i love what I need
I want more.
Whatever the pain from your eyes
I aint what there is I’m a product of the sky/////
Buried in the prairies its apparent I willl die
probably with appearance of the body i defied/////
Every day is hard. some days are harder heart stops often
no insurance so I’m off it…
pattern of the black fucked out
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b l a c k
04:36
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From the small blown window
Grey
No planes, baby I am grounded…..
I hear the kids out, Americano, Great fuckin day, Im off
falling in a part time mouth, arranging broke brains, poor little humans all problems beady eyedead breathing no pulse wow
semi automatic weapons blowin up ghosts
and I cant do the same thing I’m seeing swaying
in the prairies I’ma smell it till I’m buried/////ahh
Static means shit. all worn swag wearing bags i resent
called all fads feeling bad when it fit bit all tendons from the calf to my lip.
BLACK. HOW BLACK.
When the white sway breathes
I've been on my 3rd rot car
Walking on webs
Charring up far
Tearing up lone but I’m hard
All warm colors long arms
This is the nest I am left
Feminine birth on my vest
Dancing for the gods that are less
Lasting for the skins that i kiss yes.
Feeling like its burnt than its been
play me out or phase it to the belly of a carcass out of body with a
pairing of a burial of other queer appearance i embarrassed not my father he don’t need to see it
shame me all about it i can’t eat it i can’t even be it even when I’m talking I’m not really there I’m all defeated.
hiding in the cabin like eleven now my nose is bleeding
let the shit grow
then i fall in a puddle of my own wet
not hot numb fingers i aint left yet.
what I’m thinking i would swallow didn’t used to but I’m borrowed
tryna hold on to the person that i hope she is tomorrow but I’m lost
buzzwords, social, don’t matter what i was never been local
want nobody but I’m locked in
I try to show my teeth. sposed to
deep breaths in my ride
falling all out kids in my hands they can tell.
bigger black eyes fucked up bad.
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s c r e a m i n g
02:49
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i woke up to another bad writing
with some fake motherfuckers
with the lease on jesus Ima vanish
in the plains til i come back blacker
with a leeched out weapon and the kids run after.
there will be no power when the skies turn purple
when the truth came out and the prophecies painful
and no pain
i aint really screaming theres no pain.
WHO ON DECK
WHO DEVIL DAD
SPILLAGE
IM A QUEEN OF MY LINER
DEF RIDER UNPRIVELAGED
ALL MY VEINS ARE RESENTMENT
FOR THE LANES I AINT PINNED IN
FOR THE PLAIN PSEUDO PUNKS
HIP CRITICS THAT ARE RACIST
I NO SHAME
IM ALL CHANGED
SO NAKED
ALL
UN FANGED
YEEZY YELLIN EP
BARELY YELLIN
HE DIDNT TAKE IT FROM ME
RIDE MINSTREL
WHERE IM FROM THIS BARELY FEELS LIKE ANYTHING LEGIT
I SAW IT DYING BUT THE BLOOD WAS DRIPPING FROM MY WRIST
AND I AINT INTERESTED IN SAVING I AINT REALLY SCREAMING THERES NO PAIN
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b u r n
05:05
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Moodie Black Los Angeles, California
Known as pioneers of the new era noise rap scene Moodie Black has snuggly nestled themselves into alt rap lore. Over a decade strong Moodie Black has earned a reputation of being harshly uncompromising while showcasing their affinity for mood and atmosphere. ... more
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