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released March 18, 2014

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Track Name: Monster Inside Me (Intro)
Monster Inside Me

I do it just to do it and I spew it like acid
Flash back trash, face meltin’ like plastic
White kids don’t like me, cuz I’m a savage
Pocahontas gets ravaged, I get head like cabbage
John Smith, Bomb Shit, I can do magic
You in the house but I’m still above you like attics
If you gotta problem, go talk to mama willow,
Scratch that fourth bar, I get head like pillows
Cum Hard on tracks, flow is orgasmic
A Fire Inside me, Call me Davey Havoc
I just attract shit, like I was a magnet
If you don’t rap, don’t criticize my rappin’
Back when, I was just a kid I was trackin’
Every aspect, of the music I’m trapped in.
Wrapped in notes, Honin’ my skills
Now I’m wagin’ war, fire at will
Hi Hats, No Hat, Black Pants, Flow is automatic
I can rap just like that, whiplash, I am that siiiick.
I’m on point, any second I’m bout’ to flip like a coin.

There’s a Monster Inside me (Let him out, Let him out) x2
Track Name: Metaphorical Man
Metaphorical Man

I’m guna rule the fuckin’ world in a black hoodie, Never lack the passion
Steal a Die Hard movie, You call that takin’ action?
I’m a phantom to the wolves and goblins in this neighborhood
Cuz I did every fuckin’ thing that I said I would.
This shit is backwards, My idols are fucked
And everyones so fuckin’ poppy or indie, it’s like all rap sucks
But I sack up, with fat nuts, like I hopped in a Caterpillar ready to fuck the track up.
Destroy the world, pick it up and drop it on top of you boys and girls,
I’m boilin’ pearls.
I’m cookin’ up gems,
So dope I chop it off at the stem
Pay bitches to process it then, Get rich off of hockin’ some flem
At an optical lens, In the sockets of Zen
Third Eye Mosh Pit Begins

Rockin’, Rock, Rockin’ it like
A fat dike rocks leather on the back of a bike.
Raw, naw, wait, or is it a hog?
I’m so fuckin’ gone I’m breathin out fog and sneezin’ out saws
While my wheezin’ mouth draws at least 15 freezin’ south paws
To the Scene of the Jaws screamin’ obscene that show raw

I believe that I’m god.

Absolute power, Corrupts absolutely
I’m absolutely corrupted and fuckin’ a batch of groupies
In Sac. With Uzi’s and black ski masks, Huntin’ brotha lynch
Like a rabid zoo keeper in a raptor movie
Then eat his fuckin’ face and take his place on Strange Music
My muse speaks with chattering jaws, I lose sleep,
The pattern with draws, I’m too deep now, I’m stabbin’ my flaws
With the popes filed down bones in the Vatican Halls
That’s true speak y’all, I’m spittin’ it raw.
K N O X, forget what you saw.

Now I dont really wanna say what I wanna say, but if I said it, maybe you would believe me?
Track Name: Daddy Shit
Daddy Shit

Bitch, Suck Dick I’m in the game
Halfway gone All the way insane
Everyone I hear is lame
I guess I’m just to fuckin’ vain.
Dummy-D-Dummy-Dummy
Cake make-up, Crayola baby
Bummy-B-Bummy-Bummy
Update your status to dead
Hashtag, Hashtag, Flash that Cash bag
Make it rain (Make it rain)
I guess that I’m on fire bitch,
I’ll make your shit evaporate
Pop goes me, when I drop those keys
I’ma bust out my dick, and fuck the industry, cuz

(Chorus)

I do Daddy Shit, I do, I do Daddy Shit Rollin’ in a Caddy with a 40 and a fatty lit.
I do Daddy Shit, I do, I do Daddy Shit Keep your fuckin’ “Swaggy” I’m a grown up
I Do Daddy shit.

(Verse 2)

Makin’ French Toast, Getting’ bent low key
Gymnastics, I be flippin’ OZ’s
I got her on lock like she’ll never be free
Yeah, I got her on lock like I lost my keys
Go, Mix it, mix it up, Go, Sip it, Sip it up,
Slow, leanin’ to the side like I’m about to need a crutch
Solo…Bitch wassup?
Ho, Getcha liquored up.
You can shutcha mouth cuz clearly
I don’t give a fuck

Chorus

(Bridge)

Now I’m drinkin on memosa’s and it’s fuckin’ twelve o’clock
All these lames that sound the same can hop up off my cock
I’ve heard enough around the world to know what I am not,
Get ready for the Daddy Shit, hello, my name is Knox.

Chorus x2
Track Name: It's So Fuckin' Funny...
It’s So Fuckin’ Funny

All I ever hear about is what you’re fuckin’ doin with your life
But I ain’t seen enough to prove it and I don’t believe you’re right
When you tell me “Go to College” just to get a degree
So I can be just like you and practice Apathy
Ignorance is bliss, Right?, Right?
I mean, your brain doesn’t exist, Right? Right?
I mean really, how could it? Wouldn’t it be workin?
Wouldn’t you be questioning everything you accept for certain?
Turn the other cheek, Okay, Look away.
Think before you speak if you got something to say
And Don’t say things that’ll hurt peoples feelings,
It makes people uncomfortable when you act so revealing.
It’s rude to ask how much someone pays
It’s also rude to ask how much someone makes
These are aspects of our lives we’re supposed to hide away
You can’t tell someone how bad you’re gettin’ fucked every day
There’s the rich and the poor, and you sir are the poor
You should probably stay submissive when they knock down your door.
And kiss the judges ass when you’re sittin’ in the court
So they can take your money to pay for shit they can’t afford.

Capitalism, It’s all Capitalism baby
Fuck them socialists, we live for capital, isn’t it crazy?
This is the land of the free where everything costs money…
It’s so fuckin’ funny.

Debt is slavery divided amongst the working class
No offense to the blacks but now we’re all getting’ lashed,
It’s a whip, in the form of a tax
So pucker up your lips when you’re freedom kissin’ ass.
All the beautiful people, on their way to nowhere fast,
In brand new cars that they’re all about to crash.
Baby boomers with tumors, the latest of bloomers
We don’t live for fulfillment, no, we live to be consumers.
So are you so acquainted with this story of existence,
That you can’t live a life outside of this?
Has every day you’ve spent alive brought you closer to submission?
While all the politicians put the con in “Con” Viction
Our presidential candidates are white men who wear make-up
And they say stuff to sway trust, manipulate and stimulate us
Givin’ universal health care, attemptin’ to placate us,
But you can’t go to the hospital to bandage up the pay-cuts.
I guess it all boils down to survival of the fittest,
put the people in their place so they stay forever timid
Present them with restrictions, convince them of their limits
You can fast for your freedom, but you’ll get a speeding ticket.

Capitalism, It’s all Capitalism baby
Fuck them socialists, we live for capital, isn’t it crazy?
This is the land of the free where everything costs money…
It’s so fuckin’ funny.

Dum, da da da da da da duh dum, Dum da da da da da da duh dum.
Track Name: The Exorcism of an MC
The Exorcism of an MC

If I have to listen to opinions from another little kid, I’ll get livid
It’s hard enough trying to communicate my vision,
With or without this timid, little bitch with this head
So far up the ass of the internet, he see’s chicken, practicin’ minion.
Let’s do some division, media, divided by me is a
Scheme to get you to feed em’ ya money, all your green, and to
Convince you you’ll be needin’ the, newest 3D DVD of a
Giant flying penis pump, to make ya weekend fun.
Peace, I should be seekin’ some, but the point of view I’m speakin’ from,
People seem so weak and dumb, under steeples, on their knees,
Confessin’ all their sins, expectin to be greeted by a Ghost, God, Mutha Fucka.
That’s not me, and uh, seein’ is believin’, So I’ma leave em
With the demons in my head I’ve been meetin’
This evenin’ I’ll be creepin’ through the door of a cathedral,
Grabbin’ a deacon, and make him excorcise the MC up outta me, Peace, and it’s.

(chorus)

Here we go, Here we go and I’m bangin’ through your stereo,
Enough to make you turn this shit down.
Wanna talk about me, Wanna talk about how
To excorcise an MC, let him out to play now
Here we go, Here we go and I’m bangin’ through your stereo,
Enough to make you turn this shit down.
Wanna talk about me, Wanna talk about how
I’m an underground king, and I’ve never been crowned, wanna turn this shit loud.

You would flip if you grew up like me, Never knowin’ who you might see,
Exposed to cultures, and things, all the diversity, all across the US and still turn out to be.
So opened up to the truth of the world. It used to be me and a girl
But now I think about bein’ a king, cuz I woke up from the American Dream.
And I’m layin’ down on my couch, in my house,
with my tongue lollin’ outta my mouth, wonderin’ what I should read about.
Find an idol, seek him out, try to find what he’s about.
But how do I find enlightenment while I’m seekin’ a fight to win?
I guess this ain’t hip hop, not to all the heads
A white rapper who does his own thing? And talks about the dead?
But I’m more hip hop then you could ever imagine,
Don’t let your stagnant point of view interfere with advancement, so it’s…

(Chorus)

I’ve watched poverty and alcohol suck the souls outta people
They spend Sundays under steeple’s but still live in pure evil.
I’m a product of cult life, and no money, Influence by pain, cold with my nose runny.
Laughin’ out loud like “It’s so funny” but I’m broke, bummy, scarred socially, and, oh yeah, emotionally.
Hangin out with the ghost of me, and he haunts me, cuz he wants me, to let go fully.
But there’s no pully slung to my shoulder and my parents won’t hold me up, so I’m stuck
In the most holy and sacred of places, faceless and nameless, an MC in a game that’s changin’
And most of me, is gone, but he floats above me. So I still sing along to the song, he wrote for me,
When I’m totally done doin’ what I came here to do, I’ll be ghost, so give a toast for me…
Track Name: Bottle Rocket (Prod. by Manic Harmonic)
Bottle Rocket

(Chorus)
Layin’ in my bed I let the thoughts run through my head,
I’m never trippin’ though, I’m never trippin’, no.
Sooner or later well I know we’ll all be dead, I’m never trippin’ though,
I’m never trippin’, No.

(Verse 1)
I guess she gotta camel toe, so now I’m thinkin’ bout her pussy.
Two days in Frisco and now I’m feelin’ like a rookie.
I feel like I’m on fire when she’s runnin’ through my mind,
But if she’s trippin’ then I’m dippin’, got no time to waste no time.
I tried to tell her I’m a rapper but she didn’t believe me
I think she thinks I’m creepy cuz my hair is always greasy.
If she could then she would keep me on lock
Cry on my shoulder while we go for a walk and we talk
But it’s not me that she wants,
I guess I don’t fit the idea of a dude with a beard who goes on pitchfork a lot.
But love is born in our pants, don’t deny it,
It’s so fuckin’ good the first time you try it.
We gon’ riot like the SF giants won the world series for a third time in a row
Stay up all night doin’ lots of blow, lookin’ for the mystic dime of Frisco, Go.

(Chorus)
The world is crazy and the river’s runnin’ red, I’m never trippin’ though, I’m never trippin’, no.
Layin’ in my bed I let the thoughts run through my head,
I’m never trippin’ though, I’m never trippin,’ no.

(Verse 2)
So it’s Deuces in my Doses to romantics that are hopeless
Glacier water in my bong, it’s steamin’ like a potion.
I’ll be out in Roseville, tryna get them hoes still,
Tryna keep them hoes still, so I get em’ to hold, still.
And I ain’t never hold steel, but I get my shit wholesale
Blow it, then I ship it over seas, that’s a full sail.
Bitch this is the hotel, never let a ho tell, me to fuckin’ hold,
Tell that bitch that I got bars, No cell.
Cars, planes, train, boats, well, I’m down to ride if she is
But I’m never ridin’ Coat tails,
Cuz style ain’t the type of thing you can just buy, no sales.
Reppin’ California because that’s the spot I landed
I’m demandin’ your attention now I got you bitches standin’
You can pay it, you can hand it, I can tell you that I planned it
To be standin’ in front of camera’s and I’m still fly when it’s candid.
Livin’ In a house full of smoke, tryin’ hard not to drink, floatin just above broke
And it seems like my life is a joke, so I made myself a punchline for everyone to quote.
It’s crazy when you see your dreams become reality, and so it’s Fuck You to anyone who doubted me.
I’m in the backseat singin’ to The Weeknd, yellin’ “Bitch!” out the window like I’m Jesse Pinkman.
But this is my dream, I’m flashin’ high beams With massive Rhyme Scheme, and classic lines, see
I gotta swag on constant drip, like an IV, When I’m in IV, the bitches like me,
I’m drinkin’ Chai Tea, I practice Tai Chi, and wake up in the morning just stoked that I’m me.
K to the N to the O plus X, here to let you muthafucka’s know what’s next.


(Bridge)
I side chain my life to the kick drum, so I wake and sleep to the beat
Every day’s a count in a seven note week, every week’s a measure played in a different key.
And I drink the Tonic, at every degree, I play a minor in the winter and a major in the spring
Speed it up, and hear the world sing, ‘till I resolve in forever and sleep. X2

(Chorus)
Layin’ in my bed I let the thoughts run through my head,
I’m never trippin’ though, I’m never trippin’, no.
Sooner or later well I know we’ll all be dead, I’m never trippin’ though,
I’m never trippin’, No.
The world is crazy and the river’s runnin’ red, I’m never trippin’ though, I’m never trippin’, no.
Layin’ in my bed I let the thoughts run through my head,
I’m never trippin’ though, I’m never trippin,’ no.
Track Name: Stranger
Stranger

I walk to the Coffee Shop, in the freezin’ snow
Feelin’ like my soul, was twenty below
I didn’t know but I was waitin’ for perfection.
Bidin’ my time, on my way to heaven.
I could see the air, there was something there.
I was nowhere, brushin’ away my hair,
I was kinda sick from the night before
Feelin’ indifferent when I walked through the door.
And then you saw me, being funny
And you laughed cuz you were scared how much you loved me
You were so real, like a broken bone,
I was so raw, like a scribbled poem
We started talkin’, that kinda nervous, quiet way
My eyes started pullin’ the violet out of gray
And then you stopped and you really looked at me
And I knew that there was something
That you’d never seen

I love you
I can’t pretend I don’t
I love you
Words that I never spoke
I love you
I could never say it but
I love you
This has to end so soon.

X2
Track Name: Blue Dream
Blue Dream

(Chorus)

Drivin’ down the road we blow smoke, in that Blue Dream
In that Blue Drea, In that, In that Blue Dream x2

(and I just wanna smoke)
That Blue Dream
(and I just wanna smoke)
That Blue Dream
(and I just wanna smoke)
That Blue Dream
(and I just wanna smoke)
That Blue Dream

(Verse 1)
Hi there, my life is like a nightmare,
And I ain’t got the right stare to compare to your rich boyfriend
Straight white teeth and a car bought by his parents
And he goes to a state college, and he doesn’t pay his own rent, It’s apparent
That’s not me, see, I’m a species that deletes these wanna-be G’s
I don’t keep peace, if you’re weak, ease outta here, or you’ll see me freak.
I’m the poor boy, I’m a greaser, not a Soc
I’m sellin’ people dreams and they’re eatin’ up the hope
I’ts all blue baby, you probably think I front
But not to you baby, naw, I’m the one you want
Look into my eyes and remember what you see,
I live a Technicolor life, and I strive for blue dreams, when we

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Who am I? Look into the mirror, I don’t really know
I’m so pale I think that I might turn into a ghost
And If everything I know, is a lie
Then what’s the difference if I sit here getting’ high?
I buy an ounce, I try to flip it,
Buy some shoes I try to lace em’
Go to parties, try to fit in,
And my Demons, gotta face em’
God’s an alcoholic and satans probably a pot-head
They shoot Krok in purgatory, but never get to rot dead.
It’s all true baby, believe it or not
It’s up to you baby, you’re all that you got.
Look into your eyes and remember what you see,
Live a Technicolor life, and strive for blue dreams.


(Chorus)
Track Name: Involuntary Cynics
Involuntary Cynics

I’m sittin’ here in my room, I’ve had a bad day
And I feel dumb for even acknowledgin’ that pain
Because I think about all the people that have bad lives,
But that doesn’t change the way that I feel inside.
And I was listenin’ to music, earlier today, and I almost cried
Thinkin’ bout what I did with the past few years of my life,
Or if I’ll ever have more “Good Times”
Cuz I keep thinkin’ bout the past, as if it was a past life,
I feel like I’ve lost my passion, that drive,
It’s no where in sight, I wish If I could just act right, I could feel right.
And I don’t wanna wake up in the mornin’, but I do anyways
Cuz I know if I give up, I’ll have to commit suicide, or just lay down
Till’ I wake up again, in the same house, with the same fuckin’ pain.
And sometimes, with this music, I don’t know if I just do it for me,
Or if there’s even a point to put out this CD,
I show my friends my new track, and they ain’t really feelin’ it
So they give me that basic Feedback.
Like, “Yeah man, that was dope, but I don’t really like this…”
When I feel like I’ve perfected my shit,
And there’s just somethin’ about me that nobody gets,
Yeah I guess I’ma have to live with it.
But that’s why I spit, tryna connect to you,
That’s why I kept this track basic, and kept it true,
So fuck the punchlines, the metaphors and gimmicks,
This is written for the ones who have lived it,
The Involuntary Cynics
Who strive to be optimistic, but see the world for what it is and can’t maintain that bliss,
It keeps em’ always missin’ out on experiences, stuck, forever just a witness.

(Chorus)
and I feel like writing a song, but, the day is too long, I
am fallin’ asleep, without you here with me x2

When all of the epiphanies, turn back into mysteries,
Like memorizin’ a kaleidoscope, right before it’s twisted, we
Shift back to ignorance, amiss of all the bliss we’ve seen
And float again through the mist of, Inconsistency.

(Pain creates a veil, that darkly colors the mood of our lives,
and seeing through this filter, we breed, civilized chaos.)
Track Name: Jungle Cat
Jungle Cat

(Verse 1)

I'm a muthafuckin' Jungle Cat, not humble, nah,
get the spot buzzin' like a bumble bee or a buncha gnats
spirit animal on my tee, I'm a predator,
I always kill the pussy even if she says I'm dead to her,
Got the swagger of a zombie,
she kills it with the brain, while I build it like a hobby,
and yes I'm in the buildin', you can feel me from the lobby
shakin' the foundation like its quakin' from my walking
Body the beat, she feels it in her body,
down to her feet and it tickles her punani,
and I can forgive if she gets a lil sloppy,
drink too much from nervousness, she makes it hella obvi-ous
Kiss her lips, hips twich, while I'm rubbin' on her clit-oris
Switch, let her suck my dick, put my fingers in her ass
while she licks and spits, shit
I claim my turf,
you muthafucka's been lame since birth,
I know they say love hurts, but that ass makes me masochistic

(Bridge)

Drip drip, get it, ugh
slip in, get it,
soakin' like the ocean while we floatin' in a boat and
I am hopin this commotion will lead us both to explode like

(Chorus)

That's the shit I like (Keep it up, Keep it up)
Look me in the eyes (Keep it up, Keep it up)
We goin' all the way but we ain't never comin' back
I'm a muthafuckin, muthafuckin, muthafuckin' Jungle Cat

(Verse 2)

Ayo you heard it right, earn my stripes
I'ma learn it with earnest hype,
It's my turn I'ma turn it right
into gold and keep burnin, and I'm
the furnace, the ash in the urn, the phoenix that rises
to make you feel it, the passion that yearns, I'm free and I'm flyin'
I be bleedin' my iron, keep it unique and divine,
All these people you see as equal ain't equally tryin'
and that's the difference between the weak, the sheep and the shepherd
are you easily eatin' by lions or leapin like leopards?
I'ma pepper my steak, take it straight to the head,
get a full belly, and a pussy in my face
and I'ma eat that shit like theres no going back
I'm a muthafuckin, muthafuckin' muthafuckin' Jungle Cat

I'm in it like it's debt
treat that pussy like a vet
Beat that pussy like a vet
win that pussy like a bet

(Bridge)

Drip drip, get it, ugh
slip in, get it,
soakin' like the ocean while we floatin' in a boat and
I am hopin this commotion will lead us both to explode like

(Chorus)

That's the shit I like (Keep it up, Keep it up)
Look me in the eyes (Keep it up, Keep it up)
We goin' all the way but we ain't never comin' back
I'm a muthafuckin, muthafuckin, muthafuckin' Jungle Cat
Track Name: Unaffiliated
You wanna step to the darkness? Better hold your gun,
I'm cold like the bones of a frozen dove
Smooth like the prose of Proust, and Camus
and fucked like the hoes of the golden sun
Raw, like a saw, cut through bones and blood
hand around your mouth, while I hold it shut
and make you beg for it, till you open up,
Like the pussy of a lonely nun.

Unaffiliated, not easily assimiliated,
Imitatin' greatness, like I am it and I live it, wait
it's actually reality, can't see the fuckin' limit, waitin'
for my gauge to power up and hit the goddamn limit break

I've been the satan, that you faggots claim to be
I tripled 6 when I hit 18
I've owned the art since I first had teeth,
and the only thing I bit, was myself, from me

Unaffiliated, not easily assimiliated,
Unaffiliated, not easily assimiliated,