We Are World Around, Vol. 2

by World Around Records

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Erik Lutsch Unreleased is a sad term for most of the work here; it feels like most of these could be singles. Favorite track: Bone China.
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After Napster, kids today are thinking it’s a different game actually, you’re only going broker on a bigger stage embrace it, failure’s a given these days shit, I live in the shade of every bad decision I’ve made playing loose with my crazy youth, hoping it sticks before I’m finally forced to notice I’m too old for this shit you got a nine to five, I got a monday to sunday and a mouth that can mangle your drunk face off one taste but I don’t give a F how you handle your B cuz everything is complicated in the Land of the Free I’m not leading a movement, or even keeping ideas congruent if I wrote it, all I know is I needed to do it nothing too elaborate, unraveling some stupid habits brainstorming better tools to screw the fascists with… I’ve been told I’m not supposed to do it all but I guess I’m too evolved with my superhuman balls, huh? this is not a cult, kid...all swamis can suck it goes nature, beauty and truth...God’s not in the budget sacrificed half my life getting my name out but instead of a breakdown, I’m just never awake now we’ve all got excuses, a generation walking wounded I’m fucking lucky all I want is honest music I’ve been to the dark side, it’s nothing but smart guys who sold out at the first sign of some hard times we’ve got no name for it, control whole languages privatize the profits, socialize the blame for it that’s how they always fuck us, right? nobody’s responsible but if you wanna fix it, that’s totally impossible why is that conformity is only cutting one way? assholes, fuck faces and corrupt racists you know a few, only doing what they’re told to do inside, though, they know the truth, eyes like an open wound that dead smile, nah, that predatory threat smile squeaky clean evil gleam beaming out your head smile the sickest part is how they never even see it people feeding demons and believing they believe in Jesus here I am, throwing stones when I got no right I know, right? hard enough carving up your own life when your brain is designed to find the easiest ways to get by we stay crazy instead of changing our minds so I’m not blaming you for making brainless moves I break shit, too—but I’m aiming to escape this zoo playing loose with my crazy youth, hoping it sticks before I’m finally forced to notice I’m too old for this shit
look, forgive me if I play my cards close to my chest I learned to plan for the worst and hope for the best the only real reason for humans making music is to clearly, honestly communicate true shit universal blueprints for worldwide movements I'm not saying I have it, but I probably got a few hints packing the room, cuz that's what I do and I got precious little time left to pass it to you we tested out the weaponry, what's left to see is how your trajectory connects to me, eventually rock keg parties in Vermont with a band watch it expand, reinvest the profits in land yeah right, last night we didn't even get paid but the people who came are the real reason we play I love where I live and I build with my team to make motherfucking sure that our children are free home school pro tools, raise my kids right meditation masters trained in fist fights practice tai chi, let their mind breathe, leaving time free to dance and climb trees the happiest child stays active and wild and can't even speak a sound without cracking a smile I don't have to believe it, I've been there and seen it this is dedicated to Obie, Chekie, Eden and Aidan, the next generation to balance the equation amen at seventeen, I didn't know what dedication was so I made it up, building scar tissue out of paper cuts I wrote what I lived, right? you spit what you know the problem is, then you’ve gotta live what you wrote art is a curse, I could make a billion dollars a verse and still be losing sleep trying to polish my work and living with the nothing that my knowledge is worth at least rapping for a living’s got some obvious perks but when you're sleeping in a bag on a stranger's floor you see freedom is a trap and go insane on tour big on contradiction, figured you could handle it thinking like a business, drinking like an anarchist yeah, right, last night we didn't even get paid but all the people who came are the real reason we play I love where I live and I build with my team to make motherfucking sure that our children are free


A belated Happy New Year to you and yours from all of us at World Around and our extended family! Join us while we gear up for 2012 with this collection of 19 new and previously unreleased tracks from the our whole roster and a gang of very special guests.


released January 12, 2012

executive produced by Kyle Tierce & Justin Boland
additional mixing on all tracks by Justin Boland





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Independent web label slinging alternative hip-hop of the vocal & instrumental varieties from 2006 to 2016.

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