CHECK OUT POTHOLES BLOG for the exclusive cut...this is so damn funky...I've been bumping it for awhile now so it's great to finally be able to release it.

--thirtyseven

Hey, I'm Thirtyseven...the guy who did all the rapping.

I would like to talk to you. I would like to ask you questions.

You notice how I wrote this to Algorhythms listeners and not just fans?

That's because I've learned critics are more valuable. If you're interested enough to read this, I'd like to put you on a mailing list. It's something I'm going to run on my personal email. That means I want to be really fucking sure I never spam anyone.

What I'm going to do with this list is email people Algorhythms tracks before anyone else outside of my friends on World Around. Because I'd appreciate feedback.

If you're interested...email me. powerweirdo@gmail.com - let me know what the email is about and feel free to tell me anything else that seems relevant.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Since the Algorhythms EP dropped last year, there's been a slow but steady demand for accapellas. Rather than just drop these quietly, we're going to run a whole summer-long remix contest and keep feeding you more.


THE RULES: Do whatever you want. When you're done, though, we do have a few regulations.

Submissions have to be rendered in at least 256 kbps mp3 format. We don't want any .wav files until we decide we like your track. All entries will be judged by a rotating panel of WAR artists, with me and Dr. Quandary making the final decisions.

Submit your track to djmspbeats@gmail.com Deadline for submissions is August 1st.

We might suggest/request changes if we dig the track but the mix is off. The deadline for finished tracks is September 1st.

The winning submissions will all get included in a World Around Remix collection we'll be releasing online and promoting like crazed fire ants. You'll be alongside our in-house team, this won't just be the "Random People Online Remix Our Shit EP" -- this is an album-length project and it will be dope.

DOWNLOAD Algorhythms Accapellas Vol. 1

Questions? Problems? Hit us up. Thank you. (Yes, more accapellas on the way.)

now, I believe there is no real reason for hope
but you can still see me front row screaming at shows
bartender begging us to leave people alone
we're just kids with addictions to freedom and dope
thinking I should change it up, some basic stuff
for white fools in high school, just waking up
sorta confused, new to an orbital view
where God is the sun is the source of your food
is the fuel for your flesh, give thanks for the meat
consume and digest, then get famous and breed, repeat
...and that there is human fucking nature
strip it down to this is now, there is nothing later
if normal is restless, depressed and desperate
make madness the method and learn to respect it
look, I don't expect you to get it at first
and it's even better if you can't remember the words
Vermont Illuminati, slo-mo kamakazi
slice my own throat to get your collar off me
that's why I keep attacking the beast
whatever happens, at least it keeps me happy and free

I'm just a decent lyricist, who had a peak experience
now I think in circles, and speak in pyramids
two thousand six, same shit, different century
killing me how people still believe the myth of entropy

write my own equations, spiral spoken language
rapping session backwoods legend, broke and famous
drop a random flow that burns a perfect Mandelbrot
crop sign, then I drop rhymes for the fans at home
lately I've been tripping off the math that I see
patterns in trees, everything is fractals to me
I live with the proof you go broke spitting the truth
I'm finished with dudes debating who's sicker than who
that punchline shit is honestly pathetic
I drop it without pausing for the audience to get it
thank God for quality pot, dudes who deliver the goods
watching the crop cuz they live in the woods
the naked ape with the wake and bake ritual
pack an eighth a day, spit razor blade syllables
it's not true till it hurts, so I refused to rehearse
got blazed onstage, started doing my verse, it went...
second nature --- three shots, and then a chaser
waited twenty minutes, then I grabbed the pen and paper
rock a rictus grin with a twist of gin
to loosen up the lizard skin that I exist within
usually buzzed, and when I'm doing some drugs
I'm stupid enough to wake up in a cruiser with cuffs
around the bend, lost contact with a thousand friends
practiced mountain Zen, but that shit's about to end

we bring the funk, spitting up something hicks can bump
on the backroads, getting mad stoned and liqoured up
until your liver busts, switch it up to different drugs
it's the soundtrack to crashing your dad's pickup truck
If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished
can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?
dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space
and that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today

before I  see inside the back of my head
there's a lotta fact and events that probably have to be said
but fuck it: the track's in motion, crack it open
lay my brain on the table and try to map the ocean
my frontal lobes roll every drunken show
where I'd bust a flow, puke outside, stumble home
memory gaps, too much missing, never relaxed
not knowing if I settled all my debts with the past
jaw tension, freestyle tapes, lost sessions
fallen angels, caught messing with God's weapons
life is different now, I used to be a kid with doubts
denied the visions and blocked the signals out
lost connection in all directions
and forgot each breath has been a pretty awesome blessing
it's all perception, a million mixed messages
keep your mind moving and your fingertips sensitive

If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished
can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?
dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space
and that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today
grew up sleeping late, reading strange comic books
so every time I let my mind go, my mom was shook
and now today, I found a way to twist the digits back
if you don't see it, so be it, I can live with that...

we live in the darkness of shitty apartments
we get depressed, obsess and second guess
we tend to lose faith every twenty two days
but we still create, grow build and break bones

dedicated to the weird kids that hear this
stay fearless, and look past the appearance
I wrote the book on naked massage
and made a collage with papers from my neighbor's garage
everyone insists they spit doper than you
yeah, I play strip poker at the Smithsonian, too
I'm over it, dude -- all that games that I played
are breaking like paper mache and fading away
can't swallow an ounce of my liquid
sat down to vibe with it and drowned in five minutes
age six, I was a comfortable kid
had a whole lotta legos and I loved where I lived
but something just flipped up inside of my head
and now I kinda regret most of the life that I led
shucks, still moving, though...sleeping at the studio
doing shows, hop offstage and watch the rumors grow....
(that's just how we do it, bro)

whatchu bitch about?
whatchu think you can't live without?
the image that you kick around, sitting down?
whatchu love to hate?
what's your last bad drunk mistake?
tell me when we're gonna raise the fucking stakes?
whatchu wanna be?
what's your best guess prophecy?
what's the plan, man, talk to me, honestly
whatchu need from me?
your comfort zone frequency?
what's it take to make the people free, equally?
whatchu doing now?
to help a fellow human out?
I used to have to prove it now there's room for doubt
what DO I believe in?
everybody suffers for a reason
in love with the blood that gives it meaning

we live in the darkness of shitty apartments
we get depressed, obsess and second guess
we tend to lose faith every twenty two days
but we still create, grow build and break cages

already got a question on "little hidden physical cues", so:

AUDREY HEPBURN:

fuck yes I used to be a cynical dude
had a shitty attitude which didn't improve
until I found about an ounce of some ridiculous shrooms
let's just say, it woke me up to some primitive truth
on spherical floor with an infinite roof
spinning in space, I look out and grin at the moon
lately, I live my life simple and smooth
grateful for the galaxy that gives me this food
stay tuned to little hidden physical cues
and listen to the bullshit your children consume
they're too addicted to stupid and derivate loops
to understand intangible original moves
you hate what I make cuz it tastes different to you
but this is me, and my soul, flipping the groove
with rapid rhymes cuz that's what I'm conditioned to do
spitting images too intricate to fit in this booth

I used to have dreams about starting the movement
a revolt of the poets, the artist and students
but the kids act up, and that's part of the blueprint
just like public schools and the cars and the music
I learned this Leary and Marshall McLuhan
so if you see me as an easy target, you're stupid
I lost you in Dallas, departed from Houston
stay awake and alive, cuz martyrs are useless

it's been a long time...and I'm glad that I left you
I been snacking on fresh fruit and practicing chess moves
I spit spirals of visual art then rip it apart
before it hits the critics and sharks
who want me framed, but wombats cannot be tamed
copied, changed or wrapped up and bought today
just walk away...I'll never change what I created
for the sake of entertainment, y'all can pay me when I'm famous
I follow this path because it's all that I have
and it's an obvious fact you got a problem with that
and so be it...yeah, you people get some lawyers
I got some Aretha divas and Shiva the destroyer
half mathematician, half black magician
surpass the limit of this holographic image
with lab technicians keeping track of facts and fiction
used to lack conviction, now I make an active difference
stand back cuz this is more than raps I've written
it's patterns, rhythms, equations and vacuum physics
tracks so vivid, even cynics have to listen
got your favorite rapper sniffing outside the master's kitchen


BONUS: If you know which poem I'm pointing at with "used to lack conviction, now I make an active difference", you're probably psychic.