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Torn Together

by Creaturenomics

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Andrew Dayton
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Andrew Dayton Can't get "oooh oh"outta my head! Favorite track: Warhols Wig Ft. Kool A.D.
alimayu harris
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alimayu harris Talk about the epitome of artistry...Creature never ever disappoints. The tracks are hit hard sick, and the rhymes are intelligent, complex and introspective. This is good music! Gives me hope on the lost art! Awesome job!!! Favorite track: Another Day (Fight Back).
sebastien sanchez
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sebastien sanchez ok, here we have a brilliant, majestic record, one more proof that "something new" is nothing but true hip hop. need it on wax! Favorite track: Sore Eyes Ft. Vordul Mega.
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pick the cotton white tees for free apple is rotten you eat the worm with eve dysfunctional charm slicker and honest uncle was a tom now a bigger Thomas agent orange brain turn to omelets torn out the frame what remains a promise pledge allegiance , fed the heathens mama don't worry i ain't dead just bleeding barely breathing , bred to win here ain't leaving Ill say it again no ass sniffer no boot licker wanna cut out my tongue cause it the truth nigga yall never gave a fuck about our youth mister america eats its young now the truths bigger aint the life and times of mister jive ass nigga write these rhymes to redefine that picture sight for blind i hope you find that quicker tonight we shine get brighter not bitter hanged and castrated on tv in front of my babies with joy and glee neck snapped from a tree fight back, is something wrong with me something wrong with me give me a minute ill be on my way probably get killed for the things i say ride out to another day
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ambitious, demand riches food for thought clean the damn dishes hand to hand he pitches stands vicious the man the misfit swam with the fishes you a guppy in a pool of sharks a sick puppy with a tool the spark any fool with heart thinks its cool to bark to he lose his parts that's the ruthless part them brothers ain't playing them games no more cch change what the things you saw why you so scared of danger for what the hell you point them fingers for i don't know bout you but I'm on something that get me to the sky without all the puffin watch it go down like a nuclear button we all blow up its all or nothing i didn't say nothing that didn't make no sense just made Lil statement to pay the rent got the right to be hostile but it pays to vent and drop out of high school at the age of ten been down and out with my kinfolks made a little and but we need more wont blow away when the wind blow turn it up show em how we roll
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Smile and middle finger in the baby pics im the one spit like Krs in 86 you ever see a praying atheist blow up, a precinct all you saw was bacon bits a Nigga with a attitude, old dirty radical dont follow the herd, or move how the cattle do dont got a trap jumping like trampolines got raps, that attract a batch of fiends what happened? to the red, black, and green some got snatch, others claps by magazines here to get paid, like rich twins knock off your toupee, you miss hair you sick friend the homies, will r.ip when the 40 cals barking slicker than the hair on al sharpton illest ever, vocals hospitalize feel this, terror thru hostile eyes And we all get down to the african drums we all get down to the african drums we all get down to the african drums we all get down we all get down hey yo , hey yo, hey yo, HO hey yo, hey yo, ho HEY YO. you let ya chain hang like slaves in the south in exchange slang cane in a drought keep the ye in the couch pull k on ya spouse pull out brains sauerkraut too fifthly to take the shower route not guilty a reasonable doubt that's classic ill- clap matics still, brothers disappear - black magic chill, mothers in tears- that's tragic the gutter is severe,- black caskets listen to sly stone tripping on acid i die grind the bones sniff the ashes fly the body home spirit back flip no shot tie chrome aint hearing a ratchet lobby Holmes with a spear and hatchet violent prone y'all fearing the blackness
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crying out loud did a dying art proud a lion heart growl, eying a dark cloud applying the parts, wow denying my smarts how aligning the sharp vowls, the prying starts now dag, is everything he spitting non fiction from his dad, addiction to moms condition glad ,he sounds how i feel I'm a listen profound and real , sad he's gone I'm a miss him kiss the corpse its a beautiful one its a gift of course your a delusional son spit for sport lose you before you begun sit in court they lose you for a gun cuz everything sexual or crime related til you get turn into vegetable outlined and faded but you ain't in a barber chair its harder here you talking too mercenaries and martyrs yeah aint no denying feels like he's dying the heart of a lion catch the sky its falling wrote a suicide note you provide the rope hide the hope, in that black caddy ride nope caught inside a scope,fought collide and choke in a kaleidoscope with a collage of folks, a barrage of jokes, last hurrah a hoax high he ski on slopes, no self esteem he mopes fix the meaning broke, start dreaming woke im leaning bloke, and im scheming loc strung out, i know the feelings dope i hung out, to the evening croaked and heard the proverbs the heathens quote wise words, do you believe in hope its hard to fight when your hands is tied and swim at night when the land is dry no questions, just random why's learn your lessons, stand and fly (yeaahhhh) aint no denying feel like he's dying the heart of a lion catch the sky its falling
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blind fiend, last seen getting high blaspheme, curse god spit at the sky past scene, what a hell of a ride flat screen, facts gleam in his eye talk occupy, but walk when options die fought for your rights what a optimist, bye streets seem bleak at-least dimly lit creeps, scream at freaks him be it fall back, into a pattern of depression cause that, to add to suggestions of course doubt, but keep your two cents from the horses mouth, glue to cement stuck in the mud , no help wheres the love? wont budge, held fear like a grudge despair oder beer next to confusion it look in the mirror, use it illusion A site for sore eyes it be that way tonight your tour guide will feel no pain repeat-- Murals, on the blood stained sidewalk thorough, hear the pain when i talk last stop, to nowhere choke on the cold air laugh alot, and hope that the soul sparred broke on the ave, wrote in note pad a nomad, feel he can float when he spazz Coltrane, love supreme played in the background the whole terrain, smothered his dreams he sat down act proud, white angel followed a black cloud life dangled, pride swallowed thru a crack smiled tomorrows cheap, when you follow sheep you can borrow grief, full of sorrow weep awoke, by the winter breeze no joke winners bleed no hope ,get dinner for those seeds life we live it bright and vivid the price exquisite and the night is frigid Vordul in a kite flying society, watch when the thunder strikes while swimming in waters, only some will survive you can tell by the bites on land, rose melt from behind, under bikes, as we ghost ride living sublime trying ta muster a line, getting thru troubling times hard to be, consistent trying to stay focused and disciplined some trying to get play, like throwing disc in the wind inventions of visiting airwaves, throwing like discus some will get to the point when the target is hit be up, in the mixed sparring spliffs , wanting to sit after alot of intake, hoping it doesn't bother kid then to get it bumping like mixtapes jumping in the whip mixing to we get back up in the crib, embedded settling blowing out the candles lit
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beige cargo's babes in cars loads heard he was a rocker where's ya guitar yo what type of rapper wears purple socks crock's only listen to trapper purple tops on the block whats up with those locks looks like a beavers ass i wish he would stop creature trash fuck his hard work look at paws shirt strange bizarre the pains in his bar jerk is he trying to be Chuck D or Chuck berry i mean I'm dying to leave this stuff scary is he frying the trees a dust fairy who's he trying to please is he tough very outspoken to the teeth in your mouths broken sleep on ya couch intruders in your house bulge in in the rotten apple the plotting to clap you pop near statue hit with rocks and shrapnel shirtless high on the fire escape look at desire face smirk sick admire her grace from a private place you some type of voyeur jailhouse righteous lawyer bail out by mailed clout to the nicest employer you shine shoes for a living define clues that I'm giving buy booze for women and find the blues sickening oh you a powder sniffer with no power mister see the louder picture i hope a hour quicker Bitch im James Dean and what it means He could change dreams And still wear the same jeans and viceversa Style like that of the Ying Yang Tweens, but worster The light curse, can't I write, but I write with a knife curse All caps, the night worker Shouts out to Chris Columbus: the original white lurker Who taught all the tikes they should like murder Ain't German, but I like burgers Hella wavy like surfers You could smell it daily like Swishers Naughty by nature plus nurture MCs couldn't search for the kid I serve purposes worst, better for better, and better for worse And my base is third, my face gaser I take chapters and open them Some to hopeless laughter, other's to doper castles Where the fold the coldest napkins I do rap shit with my rap friends I do white shit with my black friends I do black shit with my white friends I do hype shit with my friends cause I like them Plus I make nice ends, but that's whatever player I'm on another layer, another level The bevel edge of the mind could cut swines and others devils The great vines swing above the pebbles, dawg I'm Normal Mailer with a new Taylor Dude, you a hater, true I'm like an alligator in an elevator To the top, see you later High, high, high, high
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the city skyline is breathtaking trouble on my mind chest aching heart heavy pain sharp, steady hands sweaty, waiting on darkness already stagger up the step dreams shatter and left scream madder piss the bladder confess woke up early thinking dirty, stinking worthy to be banking, grants, Franklin's bible by the night stand bottle in the right hand wobble to lights man fell five flights damn roaches in the ashtray focused on the last days approached by the past not hope so laugh hey hold the weapon straight in the collection plate look at his refection great problems forgot em the follow him to Gotham got get it popping involved with more options sweat stain tee shirt faded jeans feet hurt no faded dreams fucker we work no trust funds baby im were bust guns daily lust young ladies, tough as elephant tusk, maybe abandoned by his pops i heard he digs rapping dig it Holmes when you live it its more vivid poems timid alone lost his pivot he's gone Sky High Still feels so Lonely Sky High still you feel so Lonely
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Wholesale killers take cheap shots you a ho, thats frail nigga, from a weak block strutting in them skinny jeans like a peacock spit crack, by any means then detox you aint about that life in the hood poppin hammers when they say you nice they mean polite, good manners you lames, aint worthy you a stranger to danger oh i get it, you wait to you thirty become a gang banger start, twisting your fingers up full of anger pistol tuck you old, don't mean you a o.g that been through stuff see everybody, a tough guy with the wild face until you buckeyes like Ohio State shells to your dome the mouths the weapon now hells your home, south of heaven here off my strength, no cosign how you spit it like a pimp with a ho's mind uhah you just playing with it uhah, hell naw we aint wit it come around, frontin save that shit motherfucka we dont play that shit motherfucka show em how you feel it means nothing, boy if it aint real you spit sick, but you aint ILL spit dope like it came off a boat from Columbia murder i wrote every note you can quote I'm hungrier whats the problem you roll with goblins heathens by the pack you flow ain't got em nodding and leaning here's the smack in the garden of Eden with eve in my lap pardon Ive been leading eating off a rap Uncanny sit down if you cant stand me hear him spazzing O.D.B. at the Grammy's you hear ear gasams flows nose candy you grow mo' antsy to here me up the ante you let your can burst every damn verse where you hide it skinny jeans man purse get it like a banker you scream cant stand work skip the gangster routine be a man first keep it funky, like piss in the radiator get money, 730 thats crazy paper uhah you just playing with it uhah, hell naw we aint wit it come around, frontin save that shit motherfucka we dont play that shit motherfucka show em how you feel it means nothing, boy if it aint real you spit sick, but you aint ILL no gimmicks Holmes Ive been nice come up out that throne a minute after midnight you pumpkin pie black get bread pumper nickel you fronting guy you whack a chump a cripple life aint what its cracked up to be put the pipe down ya wife shacked up with me i lay the pipe down cut it out like a coupon or get laid out --- futon they sprayed up his house left his roof gone stupid, that means your ruthless that just means your tops gone, useless plus your buzz aint big as your ego how you the head thug getting sonned by the ehoys
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Raised in Corona Queens, Creature has been a fixture on NYC’s fierce independent music scene for some time. His first record was produced by the Beatnuts, and through the course of his career, he’s recorded with Doom, Prefuse 73, Cannibal Ox, Slug of Atmosphere, Mike Ladd and countless others. He’s also worked with Ari Up of the Slits and has toured with the likes of Angelo Moore and H.R (Bad Brains)

His work has been covered in The New York Times, HipHop Weekly, Mojo Magazine, The Village Voice, The Starz Network (Starz In Black), and he tours and plays consistently around the country. His upcoming DIY solo project, was produced primarily by Preservation (Ka, Yasiin Bey) and features a number of guest features including Vordul Mega of Cannibal Ox, Kool A.D., and Homeboy Sandman.

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released June 16, 2015

all lyrics written by S.Booker aka Creature ( Insomniac Dream Entertainment BMI
except were noted.
Produced by Preservation 1,2, 3, 6, 7
Produced by Noble Dru 5
Produced by Kon Boogie 4
Produced by J. Stylez 8
Produced by El Pres Beats 9
recorded and mixed and Mastered by Dez Buddha
track 2. written by S. Booker Angel Del Villar
Track 5. written by S. Booker Shamar gardner
track 6 written by. S. Booker Victor Vazquez

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Raised in Corona Queens, Creature has been a fixture on NYC’s fierce independent music scene for some time. His first record was produced by the Beatnuts, and through the course of his career, he’s recorded with MF DOOM, Prefuse 73, Cannibal Ox, Slug of Atmosphere, Homeboy Sandman,Armand Hammer,Rob Sonic, Mike Ladd. Kool AD and countless others. ... more

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