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Track List

Side-A1 The Coda 04:32
Side-A2 Revelle 04:34
Side-A3 Sunbaked 03:11

Side-B1 Mixed Signals 04:45
Side-B2 Darjeeling 04:24
Side-B3 High Line Park 03:19

Side-C1 Masala 04:13
Side-C2 Envocar 04:57
Side-C3 Sunday Am 04:38

Side-D1 Revelle Inst 04:34
Side-D2 Darjeeling Ins 04:25
Side-D3 Mooniris Inst 04:44

credits

released 25 April 2012
Produced by Chimp Beams
Lyrics by Shing02

Chimp Beams are Marihito Ayabe, K-go Mizutani & Yusuke Yamamoto
Marihito Ayabe : MPC60, Drum Machines, Keys, Bass & Guitar
Yusuke Yamamoto : Vibes, Keys, Bass, Drums, Percussion & Flute
K-go Mizutani : Guitars

Additional Musicians are
Matt Pavolka : upright bass on B3 "High Line Park"
Dorothea Tachler : vocals on B2 "Darjeeling" & C3 "Sunday AM"
Takuya Kuroda : solo trumpet on A1 "The Coda"
DJ Icewater : scratches on A1 "The Coda"

Backing Vocals are
Namiko Ishikawa on A2 "Revelle"
Hideyuki Waki, Marihito Ayabe, Yusuke Yamamoto on C1 "Masala"

Mixed & Mastered by Hideyuki Waki (ConcentNY)
Recorded in Brooklyn, NY (2011 - 2012)

Concent Publishing (BMI) Go Water Music (BMI) Mt. Books Music (BMI)
Shingo Annen (BMI) Dorothea Tachler Publishing (ASCAP)

Artwork, Photography & Logo Design by Namiko Ishikawa (ConcentNY)

Shing02 www.e22.com
Chimp Beams www.chimpbeams.com

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Track Name: Side-A1 The Coda
The Coda

been a long way since subway art
roller skates in central park
statue of liberty after dark 
b-boys doing it, doing it
rhyme off the top a freestyle cypher
all about fun, before the hyper
prices dress code strictly like a
geek or a misfit deep in a life of
didn't think twice to clear a sample
drum break and a fill to dismantle
bass line and a phrase to assemble
beat and the source barely resembled
telephone lines are still on dial,
single records get shipped on vinyl
club and radio play the final
test for a DJ press it's vital

the theme of a hometown anthem
always been, will be survival
every now and then, you see a revival
a school and pride and a pack of vandals

the theme of a hometown anthem
always been, will be survival
every now and then, you hear a revival
a school and pride and a pack of vandals

fast forward to the future, rewind to the present
stop at the moment, record the movement
no pause for the students
of the game no excuse for snoozing
a shoe-in to steal from the rich that got rich from looting
you can consume but resume
after chewing
the media never gets tired of dooming
the world like it's over many times over
so what's the coda
they can ban the amp but you can't stop the camp
to raise the lamp
oh, go a cappella commando 
spit with a fury than can blow ten candles
time flies when u write a fly rhyme
take a dope instrumental on a ride
let the high tides,
sweep the nation, ill communication
live giving fives on wi-fi

the theme of a hometown anthem
always been, will be survival
every now and then, you hear a revival
a school and pride and a pack of vandals

the theme of a hometown anthem
always been, will be survival
every now and then, you feel a revival
a school and pride and a pack of vandals

soundman can you turn my mic up
he says DJ's gotta turn it down, uh
monitors blown out, speakers on feedback
song cut off, get a homey to beatbox
and the beat knocks like straight out the boombox 
you can hear it from the city to the boondocks
that's tagalog, baby and it's all maganda
tag a wall with a marker on the under
old school poster in the sun, no magenta,
yellow or black and the image off-center
see these poems like the kids in the shelter
we breed songs like seeds in placenta
and I'm the father, word to the mother
earth to the people, power to the peaceful
shoot for the moon revolutionary idol
never televised nor idle

the theme of a hometown anthem
always been, will be survival
every now and then, you see a revival
a school and pride and a pack of vandals

the theme of a hometown anthem
always been, will be survival
every now and then, you feel a revival
a school and pride and a pack of vandals
Track Name: Side-A2 Revelle
Revelle

one leg up on the competition
just like a dog in pee position
polish the key to composition
hook u up like a mad physician
my turn to manipulate your brain
outta time and speak phoenician
esperanto free magician
cosmic rays entering your frame
flow right through you and still hit you
sonic voodoo shaka zulu
my friends smoke sheesha and cheeba
I eat quiches and burn sages
introduce and state the thesis
paragraphs to stack my pieces
conclude and eat my reese's
you can kiss my peaches, excuse me while i peel the leaches off
I use to like coloring books
now I could care less what fits in or out the lines and signs are making
perfect sense so why the fuss
why must the canine chase the feline now discuss
in 60 seconds or less 140 letters or less or else
stfu no beef tofu option
no safety for u catch a lefty jab and rightie hookie dude

explore don't ignore
explore don't ignore
explore don't ignore
explore to the core
revelle, my belle
you can ring my bell

wake the resting giant
mini me hiding in the simile
dream state rem and scheming
rhyme no reason, colors gleaming
pretty in pink, noble in purple
three syllable lemonade
eliminate the stress, verbal herbal healing
wipe the ceiling glass the rebound triple teaming
synapses snap synopsis get hot
when them chimps are beaming
used to be nowhere, but now here
gnostic, agnostic or mystic,
azteca script and spirit
attica, esoterica, and erotica
let there be light and I create as I say
look up abra cadabra
give thanks to hunger, I keep working for food for thought
without the coma,
call audibles liver than macgyver
anti-cyber hyper texting
why you hibernating, nuclear winter 'tis the season
the league is gone but clean your fangs and don't get
neutered on the same note don't get caught up waxing buddhas at home
so put your thinking cap on
take the ginger out the freezer
get up outta here with your four leaf clover and misnomer
before I stuff the plunger up your
I'm feeling lyrical, downloading miracles
peek a boo my biz empirical,
my record is impeccable
Track Name: Side-A3 Sunbaked
Sunbaked

blazing sun can make you crazy
sauna streets can make you lazy
no ac, hit the fans, summertime in nyc
the bare skins can drive you crazy
what have I done for me lately
oh lady, gimme a chance, summertime in nyc

sweltering clothing, sugar rays, welterweight
asphalt humidity arrives in alternate waves
water hydrant sprays in the ways of children
hop puddles on pavement reflect the cadence
black and white and gray, love and hate
so classic like radio raheem
sounds careen off the walls and echo in halls
a short story long, twenty-four like jack b
nimble on the tracks of all trades
beats for cheese, eyes like knives, fixed on tease
a smile and a chat open doors like keys
so what am I supposed to do on trysts like these
the twists that follow got you weak in the knees
but the week is never-ending and the legs begging please
take me to a place where we can chill nomadic
and the hot spells take a back seat to the magic

flirting with the triple digit heat
prospects on the mound I'm a scout sweat dripping on the seats
you jealous 'cause they get butts in the stands
fans get rowdy at the players with their heads in the sand
the beach bodies and the hotties got the party jumping
but I'm on the boardwalk snapping instagrams
sipping iced blue bottle with the crew getting tanned
all the while my mind is a wandering…
a plan is a plan so you must overstand
that it's never set in stone unless you get a grand
on a ticket better brand that, patent that move or a pattern like a panda
independent plan that next step then you fill a gap like a tooth fairy
gotta be a busy bee if you want the queen
trust me, you don't want a brat oh it's tragic
you know comedy? shoot numbers automatic
Track Name: Side-B1 Mixed Signals
Mixed Signals

I don't know if I can call u mine
but I do think about u all the time
cause u know u truly one of a kind
I wanna talk about u in my rhyme

I don't know if I can call u mine yet,
cuz I can't seem to read what the sign says
mixed signals got my traffic in jams let the
chance take the wheels to my steel frame mind set
u pump gas in my vessel I'm ignited
guzzle a gallon lick a liter I'm excited
a two-seater for the win an you're invited
I got the heater with the seeker like a pilot on a stealth mission
but I don't approve of violence
I want to bless your skin like ultra violet
rays in the fields, days when I keel
flat from fatigue I feel your kindness
never mind this letter I can dig it if you mine, dig
you're my rescue that's why I sign this

I've been stuck long enough to know better
than the next but the next man is a go-getter trend setter,
so the man in the mirror is the one I'm responsible for
and I'm drawing up a draft for a heist to pull off
the princess in the tower, I'm a frog not a coward
so I climb up the vines to the level of divine
and what do I find
you were sleeping in a linen of the utmost kind
the heights got me shook, the tights got me looking
oops sights got me spooked
besides the time I took
i entered the arena and I centered my Athena
in the scope of my vision
heart beat like a pigeon in a coop like a lion
about to jump through a hoop
on flames at a crack of a whip and then I looped
the thought of waking up a sleeping beauty is a nightmare
so I turned around and chose truth over dare

I was once a hopeless romantic
I suppose that the focus on the latter is a snake to the ladder
going down with the gravity
grabbing on my sanity
sapping on my energy
and sucking on my vanity
can it be the yin in me
darkness is a friend not an enemy
better be a pet than a pest, see
the moral of this story is that stories are immoral
you can catch a fish but you can't grow a coral
why the hell you want to die today or be immortal
why you think the space is big nothing is important
everything happens for a reason and a season
everybody comes as a blessing or a lesson
lady acting like a baby in a test tube
I was your rescue and you declined it
Track Name: Side-B2 Darjeeling
Darjeeling

hit you in the solar plexus
situation so damn precious
scenes pass sooner than expected
hourglass with a crack as predicted
seasons crossfade with a shoulder curve 
celsius touch colder on nerves
strike a chord g minor
define a vibe escape words through a finer sift
I need an energy shift think different
gift shops call it a day the town glistening
flowing down a current with no frame of reference
my heart screams ayo, who's listening?
lapis creeps on a one-way street
pedestrians glued to the screen, and discrete
headphones in-earbuds blasting tunes
kids retreat to change in cocoons
man, looking for night out
got spots where our folks work so we dine out,
update my lyrics and
kill it so hard make my old songs sound better
you can meet me at meme antenna on bedford ave
a quick fix in the mall, drink at supercore
and we're rocking a set at bpm, brooklyn
icewater on the decks, good lookin'

out and about
my mind is everywhere
as you can tell but you can take me there
to a place without a doubt or care
cause anything good comes in pairs
grip your text in my palm
called upon, yeah calm before the storm
pick you up at eleven at times square
I know, we gotta go up go upstairs

too late to reminisce
but you can't help miss
like Roy did Pris and gave her a last kiss
on the premise that data on disc is
running a risk and you hope that
the error is fixed on site despite, an effort last ditch
to save a sunny day
summer's gone and fall is here to stay
rent free, pick targets to shoot the cool breeze
while bathing the tea leaves in a cup of my mind
on a cusp to find and conceive an idea whose time has come
my dear when this battle is won
the nights we fought, time wasted wasn't for naught
fault lines crossed, foul balls caught
and I'm ready so we ought to
design a new network then, shukran
friends are my networth, good lookin'

out and about
my mind is everywhere
as you can tell but you can take me there
to a place without a doubt or care
cause anything good comes in pairs

don't fight the feelin'
you're my darjeeling
make you say oolong
to the break of dawn
more matte than latte
when the sky is earl grey
you got the camomile smile,
press play
Track Name: Side-B3 High Line Park
High Line Park

won't you take a trip to the high line park with me
browse the skyline from the west side of town 
a famed story, restored glory
tracks of freight trains circa 1930 feet above ground
touch the dirty fingerprints of the gods 
faint frames on the fray of lost
rejuvenated souvenirs 
I cross the flyover above 10th ave, a magic carpet
the queue to the loo at the Chelsea market
I mean the bathroom line too long like fair rides so I start this
trek up the stairs to heaven, and I'm walking on cloud wow two plus seven
on the trail and already loving it 
I see afternoon couples in bubbles whispering sweet nothingness
I spot a girl on her cell looking troubled so I wink and she shows a glimpse
of fondness, soft flavor is filling the atmos
feelin' like a new york giant on top of a mini atlas
from the meadow to grass lands, in fact it's
glass and wood to metal and concrete
evolution of the city would never be complete
without the stamp of the locals
approved and sealed, like photo and vocal booths
to spiel the best of yesteryears from the archives
walk down soon to be memory lane of our lives

fantastic, voyage it's a bit voyeuristic,
share a touristic
cruise down the high line park with me
graze the hudson river east side bank, the territory
an allegory of roots spreading like a lotus
single lens re-flex with auto focus
max the color palette, mix is cinematic
olive to camo jacket, match the wild thicket
while I stroll planks and watch the plants grow
you can catch me on display from the gallery row
folks of all salaries or lack thereof
join the cast of a passage
packed drama in a baggage
diorama with foliage, a scenic exhibit
a tidbit so vivid will solicit a visit
as we approach the tail of a track
like a stylus in a groove,
the rail yards prove to be the next chapter
another vision to be captured
laughter to follow ever after
so onto 30th street, I descend
the end of an escapade and the opposite of escalate
a tight spiral, a touchdown oh what a flight
people drinking brew on a Wednesday night
by this time I regret bypassing the stalls
plus I'm starting to starve and I must make the call
a million choices so what would you do?
take a cab midtown to get me some mee noodles, ooh
Track Name: Side-C1 Masala
Masala

twenty-first century hardcore tactics
have you had enough of saccharine tictacs
spice to tongue feed the syntax
don't be crass just cause I've been lax
yo stop bossing I've been that
my own team is a group of sindbads
not one but two percenters
super ninjas you stupid dingbats
my inches rule like Genghis Kahn to continents what I'm to confidence
since information is ambient
you need an ambulance to get past the traffic in an accident
ask the judge if you can activate the third eye and you might get an affidavit
swear to the court and and then cuss the agents
custom border patrol with orders
goods importer and bad exporters
petro or water sack the quarter
rounds of mortars for mourners of martyrs uh
solder wires to contact cool to bond the tips
but beyond that who's behind the mask pinch of turmeric
profile prolific, that's him
pacific rim, ring of fire
apocalyptic, bomb olympics
pimp politics make ho's of simpletons attempt to taste and take a hold of impotence
brain waves knowledge of power sittin' pretty in ottomans, antonym of ignorance
killin' em with gems, the synonym sweet like cinnamon, strong like cardamon

masala
masala
masala

my voice to your eardrum
chopped cayenne to the nostrils
worldwide youth hostile
extreme apostles, nocturnal posse of opossums
strike a b-boy pose to foes and then
juxtapose heimlich to a chokehold
iron rich injera, v for vendetta
red hot chili pepper spray, ay
mr. officer stop it sir
you break up the parties in riot gear
I copped it, photoshopped it and cropped it
go to egypt and muslims coptics
co-oped in the line of fire
never co-opted I won't retire
cuz the game is thicker than molokhia
the dragon slayer, dope rhyme sayer
say yayer to the aroma
gonna wake the dead or from a coma
I'ma serve the songs that flush your brain and
perform miracles on carcinomas
hail rosemary coriander cilantro
hot berbere, very necessary
to heed the station, faite attention
bless the nation, I bleed the peace these
colors run down the flagstaff
a count of three, drink the half-half
real and fake who gets the last laugh
do the math fast and get the gas mask
senses sharp like cumin
check my acumen, take your vitamins
sniff the saffron and scream eureka
bitter like oregano, bright like paprika

masala
masala
masala

money printed on paper and cotton
bark and fiber return when rotten
to the soil that feeds the young seeds,
fend off the plague like Four Thieves
vinegar, wine garlic and wormwood
nag champa to set the mood
cook the food with fennel, mint and thyme
chaat masala and a hint of lime

masala
masala
masala
Track Name: Side-C2 Envocar
Envocar

this is an invocation sans denomination
official invitation for a nomination
cordially to be seated at a table
slated for an enlightened communication
realization of a civilization
globalization with domination
abominations cause indignation
challenges our concept of a nation

thus we evoke
the ghost of the ages
spiritual fire engulfs self-ire
holy in a sense of holistic practice
preach what you will but don't diss the baptist
envocar, my interpretation
interpolation of information
you can call it a hunch with a case of
inclination of an intuition
the cut is deep in the skin, incision
inflammation due to indecision
infrastructure of imperfections
counter intelligence interception
infestation of indoctrination by
commercial tv radio stations
intimidation of incarceration
inflation and incapacitation

impersonation of liberation
implementation of limitations
imitation a sincere form of skullduggery
auctioned off like Christie's or Sotheby's  
however thee you choose to perform
over this other beat generated by elites
their concern, genetic preservation
just another case of pool conservation
who wants a real conversation
original occupation on the reservation
under and overground cultivation
the seed and the land self-determination
if you believe in reincarnation
big bang was the immaculate conception
creation, energy fusion
chelation, fractal mutation

appendix a through z into sections
alpha and omega, vector is my alias
no one calls me that I'm
anonymous like billy shakes
autonomous regions
band together fight social execution
foreign policy electrocution
populous reduction, run by the factions
why bother to speak louder than actions
we must seek retribution
ask not but pay forward with contributions
infiltration of the institution
to the people uphold the constitution

this is an invocation sans denomination
official invitation for a nomination
cordially to be seated at a table
slated for an enlightened communication
realization for a civilization
globalization with domination
abominations cause indignation
challenges our concept of a nation
Track Name: Side-C3 Sunday Am
Sunday AM

sunday morning,
it could be the first day
or the seventh day
whichever way
it's a slow day

sunday morning
it could be the first day
or the seventh day
whichever way

sleeping in
or early birdie
keeping it real
playlist on indie
sunday papers
a hangover
saturday night fever
lemon water
hop in the shower
the longest hour
to get dressed
nobody to text
or messages to check
just a little game of
words with friends
yeah it never ends
sunday brunches
some day churches
i mean i used to
on a bye week
of sunday football
american you know
cappuccino
mocha with soy
soccer's good too though
to watch with the boys
I miss basketball
end the lockout y'all
gotta run but I walk man
every day like the city is a floor plan
I'm an easy shopper
i love garage sales
and craig is the dude,
he should get his own shoes
i get an invite
they got a barbecue
byob
I might swing by
after my falafels
with some french fries
with some baba ghanoush
it's like a full course
on the tube now
they got baseball
162?
that's too long fool

sunday morning,
it could be the first day
or the seventh day
whichever way
it's a slow day

sunday morning
it could be the first day
or the seventh day
whichever way, hey

sunday morning
it could be the first day
or the seventh day
whichever way
we chill

on the balcony
on the steps
on the front porch
in the backyard
in the driver seat
in the back seat
riding shotgun
on the freeway
on a motorbike
on a bicycle
up in the hills
in the mountains
on a trail
in the woods
in the forest
by the river
on the bridge
at the beach
on a surfboard
on a skateboard
at a cafe
at a diner
at a flea market
at a taqueria
on the block
on the corner
on the fence
on the wall
on the sidewalk
on the mezzanine
in the hallway
in my room