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2. Chewing Gum – This song was meant to be a departure from hip-hop, then literally swings back. I wanted to keep the music spacey and the lyrics sparse. It was like bringing the audience into this new world, while explaining my hometown of NOVA. “Space your heart like the stars,” kind of sums it up. I have a lot of alone time because I’m such a hermit, and I don’t trust a lot of people. So I was very in my head while writing this song. I wrote a lot of atmospheric chords for this song, but the drums… The drums were inviting back the Raw Poetic within me. At one point, I got bored with the music, and I took out all of the music except for the drums. That’s when I just started rapping. And I wrote the long last verse to explain my frustration with myself and how we look at each other. But also to show that I know what I’m doing on the mic.
lyrics
Chewing Gum
Enter light, begin life, close the door, nothing more
Here today, hear you say, how you lived, give it more
Want to love, can’t because, what you’ve known, can’t no more
Some would say, let it go, do it all, again the lord
Spaced your heart, like the stars
Far a part, can’t reach it all
In the dark, we turn the page
Listen for, the final age
(Hook)
Walk keep the rhythm apart – your body go
Walk to the beat of your heart – your body know
Walk keep the rhythm apart – your body go
Walk to the beat of your heart – your body know
Find what you see in yourself – could it be love
Locked in with somebody else – could it be love
Find what you see in yourself – could it be love
Locked in with somebody else – could it be love
What’s the word, don’t you know
Echo out, but never heard
Take the seen, from a dream
Write it out, what does it mean
Laugh and lost, just because
Flaming homes, behind us all
Hidden corpse, paved the road
Look behind, it’s so exposed
Spaced your heart, like the stars
Far a part, can’t reach it all
In the dark, we turn the page
Listen for, the final age
(Hook)
Walk keep the rhythm apart – your body go
Walk to the beat of your heart – your body know
Walk keep the rhythm apart – your body go
Walk to the beat of your heart – your body know
Find what you see in yourself – could it be love
Locked in with somebody else – could it be love
Find what you see in yourself – could it be love
Locked in with somebody else – could it be love
Beneath the damages, mummies unwrap the bandages
Life scarring the man this is, praying that I can manage this
Every woman I find, wondering how I landed in
Love lavishing luxury, insanity the planet is
Wow, I swear to I be, peaceful like plants in pottery
Breaking out of my shell from all the roots that are inside of me
Looking for mother Africa, follow the drums that’s tracking you
She’s that battery pack that stays in back of you
Push you to the front of that line of those attacking you
World flipped inside out, , the human spatula
Love, like hate found lost, she’s so spectacular
First love give me that drive, 96 Acura
Book of magical spells, ain’t nothing matching her
Tiger lily give me that philly, she’s saying nothing really
Popping wheelies, saying we out, I zone we’re nothing kills me
Playing planets, rules don’t apply from anywhere you’re standing
Steady scanning, looking for life you’re never understanding
Son we’re jamming, go fan them, going back to that old schooling
Schooling, fool them with no rules in anything that we are doing
Flipping rhythms at my choosing, ships – I’m fucking cruising
Looking at you through that old soul, like, what’cha doing
Poet plotted, son I sun god it to make it hot
It’s rock it from a soundwave of the hypnotic
Melodic optics, unlock it, cop it
Spotted, unseen worlds like a prophet
I profit off my intelligence got it
It’s over wattage, my life
Is shining out it so bright
And if you doubt it, you might
Want to recheck it, recite
Whatever comes from the mic
It’s raw, its off, it’s mines, not yours
It’s love, it’s war, it’s more than what we all endure
credits
from Laminated Skies,
released March 18, 2022
Lyrics performed by Raw Poetic
All music and lyrics written by Jason Moore.
In partnership with Def Pressé, Moore Music Association and 22nd Century Sound.
“Welcome to a New Philosophy”
All songs produced by Jason Moore (Raw Poetic) and Earl Davis (Damu the Fudgemunk)
Executive production and musical direction by Earl Davis.
The Players:
Jason Moore – Vocals/raps, keys, guitars, bass, synths, drum programming
Earl Davis – Live drums & percussion, Vibraphone, misc tones, programming
Luke Stewart- ElectricBass on Open Roads, Chewing Gum, Ralph Ellison, Guide, and Hey Autumn
Patrick Fritz- Electric Guitar on Sunny Water, Hey Autumn, Reflected Pearls, and Cadillac.
DJ Damu the Fudgemunk- Scratching
Recording, mixing and mastering at MMA studios Arlington, Va by Jason Moore and NW, Washington DC by Earl Davis.
Additional recording & tracking engineering by Colin Delzell at Windom Road studios Brentwood, MD.
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell
