(Boon):
Are you serious? Eh yo, let's introduce this shit, come on!
Oh hi, my name is Boon, and I'm here to slang tunes
like bitches in saloons yapping in a blue tooth
Trying to have a convo, hell yeah we got flows
It comes from the windmills over that front leg,
Back to the better days, Doc Os & Ochoa, what can I say?
What can I say, I keep it in the business
This is why I hate taking the beginning to shit
Got to make a stand point
whether you're sober or high off the hash joint
Call it a spliff,
Roll it with the ligget, broke as shit
Repping it for the starving artists that never really had shit
but the rhythm, yeah I stemmed it from the classics
(Ocho Chorus):
I would touch the sky, well
Lord knows I've tried, and
I would climb a mountain
if it brings you back to me,
if only you would see
(Osc):
Hi, my name is Doc Os, sorta like a rock star,
border line weirdo, but I play it off well
Too many people thinking quality's a lost art
Guess it's why they're not me, I don't need a slot car
4 wheel drive take me off terrain,
Take a vitamin, you're off your game
When me and Boonhamin play,
you can see the jaws dropping,
Look on the faces like we're fucking awesome
Not being cocky, just how it is,
Eating pizza that I just got from Sid
We're the shit, and you're no Sherlock
Making music like erotica for jerk-offs
Swerve on, like a canyon road
Burn on the rubber like thats too slow
Turn on the tubby tele-tube for the show
Drugs and music, get that glow
(Ocho Chorus):
I would touch the sky, well
Lord knows I've tried, and
I would climb a mountain
if it brings you back to me,
if only you would see
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022