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Paper Cut From the Obit

by Celestaphone

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    2CD set (original album + instrumentals) housed in a standard clear jewel case with intricate 20-page lyric & artwork booklet. Limited to only 300 copies worldwide, it's a true collector's gem. This is the definitive physical release of Paper Cut From the Obit by Celestaphone.

    The 2nd disc, a fully instrumental version, is presented exclusively within this 2CD set "Paper Cut From the Obit: Beyond the Grave" and will never be released digitally. Alternative cover printed on the front page of booklet, original cover on the back page, so you can flip and choose which to present.

    Manufactured by The ADS Group (26972-CD-0001, 26972-CD-0002)
    Released 12/01/2023 on Drumhex, DHX-009

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1.
Erfurt latrine, y'all murderous turds in pee Old like Barbarossa barfed up third cuisine I'm in Barbados or the Grenadines Paying no dime for a break, pirates of the Caribbean Shout out the Bay the Zachary's was schmackin Listening to Mac Dre in the Maybach backend I don't smoke or drive but we rip riding You look like you spoke a lie or got the grip hiding Get right in With each new ride crush the old best-of Mahmoud Sharawi chew, Polar Extra And I went on to do it cool, you're liable to do it too I promise what you're going through is audible with poems true Yea thank you later, I'll thank you all Made your whole law just to save your jaw And all all along it's flawed, just wrong I know they'll robe a post with their vaudeville picture G-men know not to throw a cent, too sick to really pitch in I gotta load to throw the monkey wrench in: "Hardcore nihilist Difference between me and homicidist is I prefer art before violence" While bony musicians still fidget for a chart or a signing Every young butt's fart going diamond I hope you like playing roulette with data sets and snippets Fit in that ambient Tourette tics, Ambiens and whippits It's a mountain to quit living New ground, who bound to blam it any minute Hill to die on, pie in the face Price of slow pace shilling a gimmick tide in Riddled with too much pride and Hindered yuh relevance hitting a pedal quick "I don't wanna go forward I'm supposed to set a trend, redeeming them is torture I mean what's the point toward? Making tunes or deploying annoyance?" Tape proves the noise is multiple voices Your pain is not new, some old mutineer coined it Subscribing to nothing is still a subscription Your edgelordisms not the gotcha you envisioned Cowboy, wind-blowing, ciggy in hand Inventive virility, machining some inner man End self if sham turned malevolent plan The innocent shan't stand victim to your demand I hate the aggression, debate triggering content Loose Friends played with language, no one asked for the context Got used to explaining humor behind closed doors But only when the confusion introduced the discourse Feel no shame in what I do, releasing what I have To think separate speech, salesmanship is where it's sad Bitten hard on bullet getting marketing of music The darn bark influence, the artists hardly do it The key is always knowing or being the socialite Hardly what you're showing if goal is for dough & the light
2.
Jettatura 02:26
The plot thickens, it's not fillers, the bar risen Plain militia I figured them was on vision It's gonna take more than Delphi for the fortune told Or the oracle, divine get your orb and go Your own media corp, your own telephone call Your own helluva tall list of hats to put on It's the product of the voice and the market of talk Private discuss as much a target as broadcasted one To them you look like Den Nix did the cover sending text in Pidgin end to end over summers They pit the lifers 'gainst the new, young against the old Make a fighter out of you while they break out a bone Booth with her, Sue Trinder a poon hitcher Picture my itcher guy soon to hit the womb enter Assume your fleet'll have a cool winter But when the heat fills rooms you'll feel cálida 'nough for pool centers I might be a goner, might be a sinner Might be a hungry sick side with in yuh I wanna feed my dome right, dome right I wanna feed my dome right, dome right Uh, late strange call from the industry Jettatura boss, you're the enemy Jettatura boss, you're the enemy I told 'em jettatura boss, you're the enemy Karl the Fog wants his job back in San Francisco Charting raw gusts for all y'all tabbed into his show Now it's you in your drawers at a silly desk Giving Scrivener a theory till you're a bleary mess Git suppository, shove the website up your butt In this horror story they deify intelligence Papers akin GNU for R Stallman: unfenced values Haters invented pseudo-Aristotelian sex manuals Treating the people like an enemy that needs surveillance With each breed that leads we've seen a pagan The low hum, a long life, the selfish come We're so dumb we toss light for elfish tongue Platysaurus intermedius, Genesis flood With fat thesauruses we immediately capped our love Simply defeated, we feeded and jacked off a bug Our data is that of the advanced's lacking cum I might be a goner, might be a sinner Might be a hungry sick side with in yuh I wanna feed my dome right, dome right I wanna feed my dome right, dome right Uh, late strange call from the industry Jettatura boss, you're the enemy Jettatura boss, you're the enemy I told 'em jettatura boss, you're the enemy
3.
Small World 03:05
Divinity does not need to mean omnipotence There's power in operation, its flaws, and me living it I wouldn't put a face to god, god don't need the features Imagine you looked at a tree just the way you look at your penis I believe in a soul, things are connected Why we keep moving the goal, leaving the message? I know where the Central Park Karen fled to, I'm on the same island Don't look for a Celestaphone in California you won't find them And when yuh get nuked I’ll push the publish button during the silence Pantheism, the unfilled Mad Libs of religion I had one degree separation with mass killers, Big Floyd pounding a Kim Small world I was Royal double 0 apostrophe slash card sharking Lebron What they shoulda aired before Forever was Navy's "Nearer My God" Do you work here or are you just loitering? Toy is to toying me You will never employ me Stop being a freaking dork you'll do fine in this world of nepotists Your boomer parents' parents read Seduction of the Innocent Just to watch their grandson become the next lolcow victim in: Small world
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Day 02:02
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AM PM 03:25
My 3C 4A knots give the greasy pore a clot Keep your Nizoral box, MCT or yuh boy'll rot For Seb-derm pressure done boiled the shot I keep a shaggy man's clipper We shave strands like Lavry Savitr It's the dandruff's Fast of Esther Drought Cali weather keep scalp doused here like Saudi emperor Barrels and barrels amounts of skin care The cost on the balance is sin-near Phloretin CF, you'd thought Amaterasu had actually been here Sun on the face, burnt at the steak Hope it don't break me out I keep it later for a later date, uh I keep it later for a later date, uh And I still need a good shampoo Kill this illness that fills my floof Got that Bateman AM, lay it through Demon PM, lay it through No pelt holy grail when you're wholly frail Oh well, oh well AM PM, AM PM, AM PM AM PM, AM PM, AM PM And then it was night Gosh darn gluten is booting all kinds of stupid stuff Gotta take a look, gotta go bald like a Buddhist monk Can't keep the Rastafarian cheese it seems These parties of dermatitis feast in ease I'm the target, it flees from wheat onto me Of all the genes, which part is responsible, please? The breeded hardware freeze for one horrible sneeze What a horrible thing I could blame corporate for these Their art's less culinary, more profit nth degree Bread rise, Esperanza, re-up on conchas This is a pest right? La Cucaracha White dust like running hard Not a sports streaker turned on Scruff do a bump of the stuff, hurt on Like, uh it been a month, it's still rough huh? Third times a charm I've had enough, lay on Oh brother, brother, oooh
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Roof 01:09
Roof rack voyage on Caprice like Seamus Speak meaningless Voynichese for the medias The campaign is Carlos Danger, artwork insaner Kept geriatrics casting other names on their paper Birth of my son was first of April If I pot my cue playing eight-ball I'll start singing Mavis Staples Rules of play, no dead pools hurting my cable Cranemakers, "whisper to him/her through my navel" Raise y'all nincompoop littles Patriarch, Stu Pickles Baby make a mark that's not poo poo or spittles Goo goos and giggles, who's who in Whoville Blue's given scribbles, no true tooth just drivel DHX the set, the label Drumhex My shit is drumful, don’t call it drumless Dumbs get upset, dumps on the net I swear you the one I want to hunt next
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Tops Turvy 02:41
Cali West coast West coast rider music G shit For the Gs only motherfucker This the part where we dust yuh You mark buster Hauling out the narks to my thugsters Nerdy got turnt tops turvy over lunch fund You heard me? You're not dirty in the function Get the fuck back, I mean right back The whole fucking crew know we did it like that But who's who? (Who's who?) I said who's who? When figuring the stack I didn't get to know you Apart from them living in enigma man The lot keeping never written secrets, fam I bought every god given inch of land I sought every god mentioned in this land There's no consensus, there's only belief Every book a reboot, a bad show in brief The core tracks went Derinkuyu Dvorak writ packs read in frat lairs to fool you Floaters in each eye, the film grain of the simulation I'll never take seriously litigation I only see pride from old guys with spiritual limitations You'll never be cleared of imitation The angel in my phone look like Tania Raymonde The other one, Katerina Tannenbaum, praise god Praise allah, praise yuh mom Praise Gojira star on Walk of Fame boulevard That's proof enough to I that masochism's running the pub Or the fact that you're on Fetlife asking for munches and subs Proving booty call's not a synonym for butt dial One thing doing numbers is pummeling leather chump hires Kink shamer, Speed Racer Singing "My Way" in the Philippines with cheap chainmailer Tell Kidada Jones "Get dada on the phone" So I can rip Bad and Dirty Diana up with poems Marion Stokes for daring rhymes, folks Freaky, like accidentally liking a post Heart in my mouth for when they get to tripping They couldn't hit a fucking elephant at this distance They're Ed, Edd n Eddy with the twitching The new goth is gangstalk schizophrenic Big brother watch and past K-12 they won't just simply give you some Ritalin Wait until your varnish gone They'll get your temple straight as The Parthenon Not at all, screwball Fuck it That's all
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I'd say it's been a pretty good run despite the hard work never done I'm proud of where you've come from and I bow creation The values that I gave yuh seeping out from page one I vow not to evaluate till you say come See it through till vehicles no longer pumping Earth for slaughter Ring me boo when people stop being strategical for martyr Or think of youth not greed for loot tedious every offer Your sequence proved needing deities don't reap an author To new crews, prosocial owns no golden standard Your answer is your answer, don't mold young through exaction The coat of arms is not so severe I thought form in courting was genteel The group's suicide don't mean you're dead on arrival You confusing empathy with mimicry, heads on a bible Accept these people died and try to fathom their pain And if you had to mine their game, you can still stay alive, sane And rock a lone lane Partially pardon me for knocking on the door mane Partially pardon me regarding 'pon an old day But part of me bothered you never thought to show face I come to you, you acting like you haven't a clue Asking a who, taciturn, my baggage you shoo Practically dude burned unmatched magic at school I'm managing to yearn through the tabs of my youth Give it a rest Okay, see me when you want to see me You won't learn sociability off of TV I had to learn that by complete accident And if you have no will you'll stay trapped in fantasti-vent (You know that's not going on) Stay cagey lady, and to the parents who raised thee who you told oh you're so worried about me I've got more personality than your NEET daughter Shut up, shut up! I'm not trying to flim-flam you You act like, oh okay You act like this is the Trojan horse right? Come on I mean it's only been a decade
9.
[Defcee] Super humble and hella nice Raps so dope fans slam 'em till their body map’s an injection site Double-check the Jesus piece, make sure my resemblance right Vengeful like, “You shoulda never called me a fatass Kelly Price!” (Catfish bars) According to drug tests, he’s been pregnant twice His gut’s held more balloons than ballrooms on election night Six-six-and a half— I’m the devil’s height (Boo) My teeth looking like the picket line on a dental strike What do we want? Braces! When do we want em? Not now! Screwed up the last show so I carjacked Doc Brown Heard their kingpin raps, and then flatulent stock sounds (Why?) They once dropped thirty dimes in the same night, Scott Skiles Paid in Full-era Noreaga, you stay cool how you be cool We’re gonna keep that on the low. You ain’t see me. I ain’t see you (Water) Keep actin over the top, and we won’t bring you back for the sequel Like Samuel L. Jackson in Deep Blue Sea 2 [Celestaphone] Eve's Bayou, Baton Rouge, battling deep roots Deep sleep lagoon, catching cats in they sleep too Read group text to gather, Louisiana The channel shoal, snack and gnaw, the battle call Fish'll strike your dental like tongue pronouncing menthol Get all bent out of shape, but nice mental Cajun on that, plate of our land Never seen a plate go cold on our land Aw man, now that's hard rap Grabbed a track from the back, the belts colored black Said "dabble with that" Almanac ain't drafting the stats to rat that attack Bold rapper, soul jacker, know you batting with smack No holding back, whole juug bud, it's unequivocal Some da'best punching in on the muhtrucking digital Leave you unfixable! Epiphone SG with the Lambda I let the strings speak, never a word again [R.A.P. Ferreira] Clog at the pharmacy drive-thru Alarmists in aisle two I'm looking under the hood It’s too true to be good A shortage of electricians and introspecting has led these people to question blessings Granted I'm a heckler spectating Who only yesterday broke a fine glass hesitating The culture of influencers has ruined us Muhfuckas is followers 'n' clicks When you say it like that it's not a real big shift Zig zag zig, defensive patterns ruby yacht investors are buying shares in ladders Chutes for daggers, looseleaf snoops and goofy swagger Mired in reality by salary People who only know their self casually Algorithms automating ultimatums Crushed pocketful of Takis for later Prenatal post office partum post nasal autumn drip Malignant riff My thoughts lift thru holes in ozone to glittering stars past planes of parallels Brother Mouzone’s library card served me very well The bodyrock is a temple The coddiwomple continued Nary a dry eye in the venue
10.
Mantindane 02:44
Eternal inflation, fractal cosmology You serving sotanghon with some fries at the Jollibee Either we hyper realists or euhemerists While elites name a feast a set of siamese fetuses We gon' get it how it comes in the hood They laced it good But we really ain't as dumb as we look We named afoot Mantindane my sangoma say, also known as Roswell Grey Dolphin skin, elongated brain Long way from wars over etymology Silence that tore like katana swing You'd end up just like a worker ant You try ad blocking in a virtual land Up hurdle with unpurgeable brands You got a lot of nerve but yuh work on RAM Man oh man That's fire, droid for hire, say hello to the Mayans Time warping I buy it, lifeform, impeccable science I'm mindful identified flying I was outta town anyway On the sun to be informed, and the moon I'll put it this way Oh say ah, say ah Boy we looking safe, Goldie Lookin Chain, brodie with the bass In space, floating with the wave Word carry the very absurd Till it come on that day I can't find a place of concern Tree of knowledge of good and evil Jim Carrey, Terryology Derrière entangled quantumly, no apology Man gets screwed, goes to hack the whole galactic zoo A growing math for school, just throw the whole book at the stew Fuck a Raëlian Pleiadian alien aryan neo-Nazi Quit saying the face of one sapient is near or godly That's just more Mormonism No porn and no score of wisdom Mind over matter, divine holds infinite banter Cultureless progression's a facade There'll always be slaves to a cabal And nah not one of us owns it all Simoleon fast forward on Crosstalking beyond, no Integratron I was outta town anyway On the sun to be informed, and the moon I'll put it this way
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Nay 02:35
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Einstein disproven, epistemological anarchism spawned All theories can be wrong, so show me phenomenon Entertainment matrix, you pay to be the greatest Businesses are just slave ships, pick a suit to get raped in Long haul megalomania, you can't name half of who you're paying huh What you doing when your fame is up? What you doing when your fame is up? You'll keep doing what you claimed you love? Keep doing what you claimed you love! Wnt signaling pathways, regenerative medicines Biotherapeutic biopharmaceutical investments Basal ganglia epileptics, lizard brain skeptics I heard some aspies don't like poetry 'cause it's often not logical Maybe you're no aspie, just up your own ass cheeks On a path to becoming telepaths and eunuchs The next mash will be confused enough to do it
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My homie this is art, I don't play sports Not even a place for it Over 21 like the heart weight in that racehorse Big Red, in a sec Get bent setting bets They play competitive T dohrnii, you'd be boring me I've seen it all Moss piglet soul, mosh pit in all I paint muhfucka I don't ball Come on come on It's like BZFlag against your greasy dad He be mad, key slamming PC mash Please bash all the post-blingbling rap Need new swing, not a Ringling trapeze act Supercrappynation, all strings exposed This Land Is Your Land: anti-fatigue mat door Let go, let your magazine show That's Teen Vogue peeking out The Three-Day Blow I froze— to peek at the floor For what reas' though? Only Jacqueline knows Back bone, like Magdalene bestowed A cat that can lean on any Epstein sculpt They all con it And I really don't need it And I really don't want it Keep fixing it Honey They all con it And in the wake of their morals or turmoils montages They'll say "I gotta be honest I was wrong to infer transferable pocket" Any hippy will get busy flipping you chitties thinking the gimme gimme really nifty six-feet in the chili Any debt beyond the death you really got be kidding In the end the honest bet is that'd be really silly I thought it was love, I paid with my life I thought it was love, I paid with my life Point game endeavors You can go away with weapons Just enjoy mane whatever I got a law in a loft where that's all lame in message And it can't change the message, like: We shine, deny any emcee vie or D-ride Competition beehives, all that shit is pea-mind Only scraps I want is all my junk knee high And keep out the geek guys who try to compete rhymes I thought it was love, I paid with my life I thought it was love, I paid with my life
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BABIES 10.06.22-01.25.23 mcpb The more babies, the better I can’t wait to have a grandson / Then again as far as babies, I am one / Babies are the best, check out their big cheeks / I love how they progress, six months or six weeks / I dig babies more than I love to dig for beats / OMGeez look at em crawl away on thick knees / Haha learning to stand up in tiny cowboy boots / Wow boy that’s cute / listen to his owl toy hoot / Still got lanugo all over his body / Five rolls on each arm, blobby to the max / obsessed with babies, how could one not be? / Obvi won’t make fun of you if you fall asleep and drool a little / That would be a hypocritical, considering their pool of spittle / Mixed feelings / Tricks dealing with seeming conflicts / A strong mix of inner kids revealing convicts / A dominant identity picks the meaning / But you're a wealth of selves / One self is twelve / Eyes sting / Try singing / Another inner kid's screaming / The dam burst / You're sixteen again / Make eye contact and repeat back gibberish / Parents tend to pretend they’re bigger fish / than little kids just because inside they denied an inner wish / Adults are a snooze / battled, bruised and scarred, easily rattled by the news / Give me a toddler any day, I’m not scared to change a diaper / That’s right sir / I don’t care if you leaked it on your high chair / Compared to dealing with fuddy-duddies your deadly crud is nicer / Babies take what they need and it’s not no IOU / Cry on cue / Why won’t you? / To blow minds, show what pine cone do / Adults are like, “Ew, an iPhone 2?” / Adults blow chunks / Slow punks spread more bile than grown skunks / They can dish it out but they can’t take it out / Get off lucky if I merely break they snout / All their false bravado is see through is naked doubt / Did you know eyeballs came from the front of your spine when you’re developing? / You’re younger than I am but none of us are dyin / If you’re listening, you’re all one-of-a-kind sons of mine / And daughters too / A gentle nudge in life as on a swing set / so ya learn new thing ya not do-ING yet / Return to Earth with a spring in ya step / I love how babies ape me when i'm making crazy faces / I think you’ll a-gree I should do so til the age of 80 / Let’s stay free and get thru this century safely /

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Existential patheticism; the dark night.

Amidst marathonic self-obsession and nerdgasm a technocratic allegiance bound by chance completes a spreadsheet software enhancement, epileptic canaille parades binge uninterrupted, thoroughly sniffed from afar. To plenty a twitching flesh is identity, forgetting time between cycle and lottery to instead slip a chameleon tongue. Scale collector elites pledge never to admit the time they've wasted staring at the title screen "Reality."

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released February 17, 2023

Produced, mixed, mastered by Celestaphone

Lead vocals, rhymes,
turntable, keys, vessel: Celestaphone

Layoutist: Alex Haught
Art: Alicia Cellini Fettering

Special thanks to Paul

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