Featuring alternative artwork and analog fuzz to provide as much warmth as you need, come these rarities from the Estate of the Lord Chocolate in collaboration with P.O.W. Recordings: cassette tapes of Rhys Langston's album and multimedia project "Language Arts Unit."
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"Language Arts Unit: A Rap Textbook" is an exploration of rap as theory and praxis, race as form and content, music as social mobilizer and opiate. In a winding, discursive prefatory note Rhys Langston (Podell) utilizes a biting, absurdist humor to seriously appraise the power of words, music, and all manner of extra-lingual connotations in the age of rapid-transit information technologies. As the written half of a multimedia project, what follows are the lyrics from his long play album, written as poems with the clever enjambment of his characteristically idiosyncratic wordplay.
You know what I’m saying? I feel like I could really do this forever.
I don’t know. I don’t know. You know what I’m saying?
yo, this that ardent cultural marxist
hopping out the fucking starship
in explicit FCC discourse, yeah,
marching in
electoral offices
to the apartments,
bicoastal elite feeling some type of glorious
yo, this that Earl Sweatshirt type beat
(oh my god),
yo, this that overthinking type sack of meat, well,
talking to ya
been off the Internet as of late, so
maybe a little more truth (real talk),
yeah the hangman hungover in the blanks
writing after the shots and shooters saying
I could rap forever,
but I won’t (I won’t, I won’t)
only until the moment in which
my epitaph got a blue check on it,
and bears a likeness of a rapper archetype
in the form of sonnet saying
I could rap forever,
but will you hear? I could rap forever,
but will you hear me?
while the economy is being automated out,
my negro I’m fucking out;
while everything seems to be going down south,
I’ma stay right here and use my mouth,
case in point like
(check one, two, like ok, yeah, ha!):
yo, this that ardent cultural marxist
hopping out the fucking starship (two times!)
clocked out at the happiest hour that can be afforded
when your microphone bag happens to be your wallet,
when no man is the island
that tax brackets use to funnel dollars
well, this that over-his-head-
archipelago-flow-syntax,
great garbage patch of my personality, yeah,
fully intact,
the extinct elephant in the room authorizes
no authority or apps
that’s the wrong kind of twist like
intellectual white people dreadlocks
taking naps
I could rap forever,
but will you hear? I could rap forever,
but will you hear me?
I could rap forever,
but will you hear? I could rap forever,
but will you hear me?
“and now a bright young comic”
[Serengeti]:
Davis Deacon, Deacon, Deacon speaking
freaking leaking:
one time I ate chicken wings and
I, I, I, I, I, I was on a cruise ship.
hey hey, yo, what’s up, this is me Dave,
shout out to my man, Deacon Dave.
hey! hey!
calm it down, pipe it down,
take a shower, take a shave,
take a walk, take a nap,
take another shower, take another shave,
come back home, take a shave,
take another shower,
calm it down, pipe it down,
calm it down, calm it down!
[Rhys Langston]:
I could rap forever,
but will you hear? I could rap forever,
but will you hear me?
I could rap forever,
but will you hear? I could rap forever,
but will you hear me?
the definition of idiosyncratic; a beautiful, raw odyssey through depersonalization and free association against the canon and toward a new one Rhys Langston
