Museums & Mausoleums (single)

by Lewis Morris

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VERSE ONE (Lewis M.) I'd like to apologize to not you motherfucker. Stubborn till I’m midichlorian. Rode in a Taurus, I done forced it. Beat so fucking sick, I think I’m feeling kinda nauseous. In the booth with a hazmat suit. Call it uncute. Toxic Avenger, nigga. Troma rap in scribble pads. Almost out of ink, self-erasing greatness, gift of gab obsolete like Hardy, Matt. See, when I spit, it’s literal. Drool dripping down the microphone. Hysterical. LOL at any idea that my shit will last past that moment when the casket drops, after my last gasp. After suit fittings and embalming cocktails. It does not fail to amaze. Now watch my fanbase explode overnight from like six to maybe hundreds mo’. So, maybe death will fix my problems with self-promotion. Whatever. When I drop this, I’ll burn all of my clothes and belongings, and move to the woods with a pack of wolves as my homies. CHORUS X2 (Jesse The Tree) Museums & Mausoleums. Where my thoughts end up Museums & Mausoleums. Where my art hangs up. (Lewis M.) Museums & Mausoleums. Where they bump my shit. Museums & Mausoleums. Where they print my lit. VERSE TWO (Jesse The Tree) Will I ever be immortalized? Shit, I don't know if I'm that sort of guy. Posthumous thoughts linger like dinner. And, I can feel the death centering. How will the crowd hear my left out sentences? When it knocks, will they let 'em in? So, what's the penance for never winning the pennant, what's the medicine? My mind frame is menacing. My name is everything and nothing at the same. The game in grave lines, from dark to daytime. We don't just say rhymes. We cut em up from the gut. Why front that you very tough when you could be selling love. I tried on every glove, and my hands are full. So, I'm searching for a balance while I dance with bulls to the tune of crushed cans and some ample hope. Make sounds to travel lands til I'm up in smoke. My notes I never spoke gonna float back home and glow. Call it poems from bones of a soul that's grown.
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released August 1, 2017

Written by L. Morris, J. Ramos
Produced by Lewis M.
Mixed/Mastered by Omega Filth
Recorded at Massachusetts College of Art & Design (Boston, MA)

Contains samples of:
Mai Yamana - Tasogare
Yao Su Rong - Don't Be Afraid Shan Shan

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Lewis Morris Providence, Rhode Island

Lewis M. is a boston-based (and Providence born) poet, beatmaker, and MC. He has performed at the Apollo Theater in NYC, The Smithsonian, among many other venues. His beats retain a refreshingly simplified approach to hip-hop production that harkens back to the boom-bap of the 90's while remaining fresh and new.

To inquire about purchasing beats, contact him at:
Lewis.Morris@flatlinepoetry.com
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