Cosmic

by Andrew Huang

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Two new tracks and two reworks of songs from last year's Cosmos album.

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released October 20, 2016

Written, recorded, produced, mixed, and mastered by Andrew Huang.

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Track Name: Betelgeuse
i’m a cannonball, neanderthal
in camouflage, on adderall
make the room bounce like it’s racquetball
make a racket, y’all, i’m coming back to drawl
a brain in the bathtub
preserve it by splashing some alcohol
the rest of me’s left in this padded stall
‘cause i’m going, i’m over niagara falls
my caterwaul reaching the ether blues
then peacing and resting in betelgeuse
i’m riding this hypervelocity star
i don’t know what you regular people do
step into my office, it’s an ocean view fitted with rockets
i’ll go to the top but who knows for how long
if i just keep knocking myself off it
i live in my own shadow
fighting a palace the size of cloud
and making your bones rattle
gripping the system and riding it loud
it’s villainous how i’m killing this
the illest - do your due diligence
my voice in the mix like a wolf
tearing the throat out these novice ventriloquists
i’m doing this like i’m trying to get sick of it
and i’m not even a little bit
i’m the dissonance in your unwillingness
’til i finish it, doing this ’til there’s just no more
no word, no sound, no style
until then, every single last one of you knows that i’m amping to go wild

still repping toronto
a link in the chain but almost beyond those
‘cause i’m trying to elevate all of us up to the cosmos
i don’t network, but i get work
i take work, i can make work
and i play first, and i don’t need nods
from venomous girls in their fake fur
i’m taking you all the way
saying what you don’t have balls to say
guess as a feminist i'll have to say
i’m saying what you don’t have vag to say
we live in a backwards age
some people can’t even get past the name
well if i get higher than highnesses
you can just call me your majesty
where my kings and my queens
your crowns, bring them to me
got you in a scaffold to a black hole
yes i’m bringing you deep
’til you wake and everything was a dream
’til you turn into something with some meaning
tearing the fabric of all your reality
better do more than just cling to the seams
eye of the needle
we’ve been painting this parable up on your easel
preach to the people, it’s easy to turn mediocre to evil
so fast, so cinch, so close, so vile
so i go hard, go real, go far, go wild
Track Name: Big Box
you’re shopping in a big box
you're living in a big box
and it’s all wrapped up in big chains
connected to big locks
and you wanna wear big chains
scared of anybody with big locks
downing those big macs
no room to think big thoughts
and you go to that big church
'cause your soul'll need a lot of saving
and you go to that big work
still don't have a lot of savings
'cause you bought that big house, that big car, that big tv
full of big people saying don't dream big
just buy this shit and think just like me

and they didn't give you much of an escape route
big maze in a vault, can't skate out
streets wind like veins but there's no life laying around
they took the heart and the brain out
a real queen will never be queen bee
need to represent the average in equality
but the average’ll never be in a queen’s presence
never be royals but we'll never be peasants
packaged life, shrink wrap, handed down
i don’t belong here, man, what
music is therapy, shrink rap
but the 9 to 5 your stainless steel handcuffs
wrist wrapped in climactic chrome
the bottom’s thin but it never falls out
not all immune to that tragic zone
but a recession hits and still the balls bounce
can’t climb to the top
so we topped out in the exact middle of every graph
but on the weekend we still get the amperage blown
and take the privilege from birth cert to epitaph
i'm writing this verse on a thousand dollar phone
while i'm sitting on the can in a plane
and i'm picturing the youtube clip
and the fact that this shit’s gonna get me paid
are those laurels that i’m sitting on? might be
but i can’t pretend i’m sitting on a throne rightly
‘cause we all know, from a different home, different face
you could fail if you’d written songs just like me
we want fairness and freedom
and we got terrorists and glee club
who i stole my technique from
i’m underwood, stamper, meechum
let the chips fall with the house of cards
a fresh breeze is about to start
and if i’m frank, gonna murder for gold
i need a star for my balthazar
we can count the stars and we can split the nukes
but none of it really amounts to smarts
and we can beat this drum and we can pump this blood
it doesn’t mean we've got an ounce of heart
pull

now i'm a product
yelling hands high, get them all up
soul sitting in the sawdust
with mother nature who we all fucked
i’m usually not one for drama
but in this one, i’m so caught up
stairway to heaven, highway to hell
and everybody boasting how their whip propels
i criticize the dream, and i bought it too
but i chased my own truth ‘cause i wanted to
so now i’m doing all those things that i gotta do
gotta tread just to stay above the water, dude
rent money draining you in hype style, uh
20 years of yellow on the white tile, uh
days spent tryna fight a good fight
while the nights keep you buzzing, ratchet up a lifestyle, uh
the school was a joke, and the dream was a con
everyone always complaining about the economy
a meagre job offer didn’t stroke your ego
so now you’re moving, moving back in with your mom
mid-life adoption, ‘cause you only had low-level options
post-modern post-sec proceed with caution
they indoctrinate y'all with toxins
i kept my mind in the cauldron
always brewing these concoctions
had a badass flow
but still needed a good luck hustle to avoid the top spin
now my coins are all in
throw them at all things to solve them
except the plight of the white pickets
now i’ve got a height to fall from
but i'm landing in big box
Track Name: Touch Down
pound it
i break pavement
when i touch down
it’s coast to coast
i run

bang it
i push bass
i lay waste
i bring panic
when i drop the drums

i’m worldwide, on top
i’m full tilt, non stop
i’m every day, i’m every night
i’m heavyweight and i jet the skies
these haters you can just hate me
it’s motivation, you make me
go to 100, like the rx
that playing me 120 fps hd
i point and shoot
a few hundred k, what i’m poised to do
that’s 180 from what i used to brew
and i did it all, with nothing but noise and views
and i could do it all, in a blindfold
with my hands tied
underwater during a recession and a landslide
i’m like the flower that pushed through the cement
‘cause i break pavement when i touch down again

pound it
i break pavement
when i touch down
it’s coast to coast
i run

bang it
i push bass
i lay waste
i bring panic
when i drop the drums
Track Name: Real
yeah, now i’ve seen behind the curtain
seen in the mirror i’m more animal than person
certain i’m dealing hurt with no attrition
repeat the same mistakes but always wishing i was different
and i hit it hard, that rock bottom
that lost cause with that trough softened
that broad got him
that job propping
that jaw dropping
i stop talking
i’m caught
i try to give them something real
now we’re dealing with the way i really feel

i try to give them something real
all they wanna tell me is i’m so far away from healed
shining bright despite all this artificial light
i'm holed up in this night
hold up, how'd you think i write
so boxed in
i can't move
i can't breathe
i can't hear
i can't see
i can't speak my mind
this time, i do it differently
because evidently it's a spirit can't be crushed
and there's still a few people who believe

paralyzed
always looking for another pair of eyes
i know myselves
i know that i don’t know where to find that real heart, tin man
where to start, to begin again
i justify this rust of lies
i’m crushed and trying to move, scared to part
scared to death i’m losing it
more kinds of vices, i’m using it
all my devices profuse
with shit that i can’t wrap up and refuse to quit
make mad passes, slash gashes
bat masterfully, 4 hon average
ty cobb on a wax planet
i drop dry gobs of it off atlantis
underwater, no disadvantage
that’s underground, with more apparatus
so i can breathe in the coldest blackness
major leagues, i swim with blackfish
mvp - most vast practice
true perception, i’m done asking
for the cognizants, i cut classics
stay real, fuck status