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The Signal + The Noise

by Dopey Ziegler + Variant

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alaoel
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alaoel well written, well rapped, well produced. Favorite track: 100,000 Spacebucks (feat. Joey Zadjino).
Sakura Magika
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Sakura Magika it's a ~fantabulous rap extravaganza~
Aleksandra
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Aleksandra Fucken wicked . All around hella tight sounds & sick flows. 10/10 Favorite track: Khamsa (feat. Navi).
Mark Nichols
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Mark Nichols 100% sick, Variant and Ziegler just keep getting better. Favorite track: Khamsa (feat. Navi).
Micah Hale
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Micah Hale This is an album that you love to blast in your car. Hella fun with the braggadocios lyrical prowess that only Dopey can provide. His second verse on Dragon Alliance deserves an honorable mention. Variant is an excellent producer and I love his work on anything I can catch him on. Favorite track: Khamsa (feat. Navi).
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1.
freezing on the couch passin out watching garden state dark roast drippin down and sizzle on the coffeemate writs of discombobulated wisdom on a knockin break coppin cake, payments stay dreaded like a rasta face listen i don't write rap songs i write position papers hip to capers motherfucker shit you must be sniffin vapors kiss the gators, its some kicks im finna pick em later scoop a little nissin top ramen its the chicken flavor clan chief unalac, mark get the coup de grace chuck him in the south sea, shark bait oo ha ha (sharkbait! oohaha!) pour one out for all my hugenots bars is stupid hot, steelo copped it from illuminat call of duty mooks and glocks yall is some palooka squat sierra hotel's a code that means the dookie's hot white people never know if rappers is a group or not "my favorite rap group is dopey ziegler" shoot me ock
2.
listen, these sixteen ways to kick raps will make your jaw drop, sparking virality clickbacks never pause, stop writing no biting or skipped tracks when the claws drop to tables enable a sick scratch write for herbs and the purses of nerd dads knowledge ock, block verses of words in wordpad a solid plot to get em written no fiction i burn past all of your surrogate murders with my thermos and zip bag yep, me and pearman has never been mismatched and all the coattail riders get severed and dispatched since back in thousand five we been doper than fit hats and though of late im taking classes yo scope it: the spits back peep the nicest, make a beat with maschines and neat devices these writes is what precise is, rewrite if you seek the likeness do not front, as your slight'll precede a crisis i know you aint tryna scheme on a demon that leaves you lifeless shtayim, beat biblical bust out broke beaters cause the rhyme-speak's physical plus we wrote heaters and i ain't really up for dawkins but don't court believers tho im psyched to see my piece is discussed among social readers practiced with the hands and i treat a dame saintly plus the pillow talk is makin fun of puas mainly stately, think it might just be the fame lately but i might just be the greatest conceived in the late eighties fucks never fade me, i lust for mercedes and can suss when you just isn't busting it greatly jesus couldn't save me, get duffed if you play me timbo stompin on your wack as fuck chucks on the daily so, i know you know i know my foes are naughty im tryna come up like keanu when he knows karate yet to wake up in a chrome bugatti but i am probably the rap game shalom shabazi and orca whales roll in matrilines clans and communities with dialects so i respect their rights due to fluency who is me? bar kokhba, son of star, tunefully ruining beats, foolish peeps are soon to be, truant, yee rappers i consume with ease, crews aint hella rude to me i rule the beat, head up on the throne i never puke in streets ladies think i'm super neat, never shoot like ludovic cruisin streets, used to be fiendin for a stupid jeep beep beep, steez is so profane and hyperliterate and if you kill that shit when spittin writs i might consider it otherwise just shut your shitter dick cause i be willing it and yall dont wanna get up in a tiff with my recidivists im just wack a little bit, yall just sound like dips and shit pistol whipped and whether slizzered zip without a chick to frick conscious, yes, but minimalist, if you can remember this its simple scripts thats iller than the little pen theyre scribbled wit
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(Navi) when navi crack a beat that needs boggling, flow exceeds bottling Dasani calls hobbling my whole cell quadrant resulting mad scramble vandal derail transit man sorry, tend to ramble off on detailed tangents red light candle to the best mic squadron (i don’t even watch porn) but, d was not an option we’ll provide the airborne complemental popcorn (funk it like the boot’s torn) continental shoehorn fitting how we kicking it. askew and true and different (you would) think we’d (turned to) liquid 'stead of being branded (granted!) we got a couple notches on the belt couple van gogh spotches on the canvas on the shelf hell, from doing sleight of hand tricks, arguing semantics (the best in the west) while i rep the midatlantic check - beat slick beatnik with the v-tech flooding like the C deck on the titanic (Dopey Ziegler) come correct, sample chops thumpin out a grungy deck (drunk as heck) lunging for the jugular as im underfed homocidal jungle cat, only settled under beds catch me in an ultralight vibin eatin wonder bread one percent, (never pay for beats tho) bummin sixteen for a hunned fif, (haggle imma double it) dragon with the funny spits, (cashin out the money chips) lampin with a honeydip, abandon all u dummy kids (gully shit) shift the tonearm for the needle drop beat is hot, keep it under raps like a secret op (hatin aint flying) like a eagle if it eat a lot really not tryna peep u demons so im peacin ock somethin like victor laszlo in casablanca anaconda and a one-ton uzi in the tonka stomp ya, somewhat same frame as a wampa bonkers, big gold chain with a khamsa (Dopey Ziegler) villain with the penmanship, pilsner in the mini fridge killin it, spit thru black filters for the sibilants we listened to your shit, u should rescind it for your benefit metamystik kids, nik and myf was in the syndicate (Navi) things might seem to get much more intricate hanging with the lions of the jungle, a-wimboweh spin direct messages that intercept your cinderella sessions over rapper-type impressions while i'm in tibet (Dopey Ziegler) tintin, simba in the set slippin piff in cigarettes fader's darth vader's hot saber when i hit the decks hitting heads with some writtens that i interject since 05's internet, MMI, in effect (Navi) MMI in effect, and I'm eyeing the rest and I'm mayan, I guess, just beyond the calendar crispy on a caliber of whiskey oak barrelers man, i love this shit (oh yeah, why don’t you marry her?) maybe i will!
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(Dopey Ziegler) i prolly aint the dude you're hopin to be facing now you know you prolly shoulda put your shoulder into scapin i scope the situation -- your flows is imitation vader told me on his station though its no disintegrations soak it in, i know its sorta soberin information but my whole consideration is for doper innovations im so into predating on you hopeless little cravens sofer for the cake and im a cobra in the making sapient, used to fuck with gtkradiant bass in 808 states, paper stay salient blatantly prophetic in a cadence with a shady bent variant’s the main event, savor burning crazy ents yall beneath the median, you don’t need dancers you need to get a beefy hand to your teeth champers these dudes can’t lose, zach producin me and the fuckin world champ rap game judah friedlander (Dopey Ziegler) (plus) yall are lame ducks, finna cause u pain (sup) gray nike match preme clean and and staying laced up (stay stuck), rappin i’ll employ it but the pay sucks prolly shoot a rapper for a hundred thousand spacebucks (Joey Zadjino) so when you see us floatin through be sure to wave at us the greatest to say this shit in a 40k mile radius (bruh) we never sleep we stayin up we never fake the funk that disrespectful shit could turn your life to wrestlemania (Joey Zadjino) it’s your boy with no with no Ls on the record drop god’s accomplishments with minimal effort the most intricate ever, the foes’ll get their shit severed there’s no little kids, idiots need to get to the exit im a beast on the tec shit (it’s the truth) fuck around and get your teeth on a necklace you can believe it, i said it i’m unbelievably fresh, super suit with the Z on the chest exclusively speaking, me is the best yo, dopey told me i should do it so i did it stupid strong at rap like popeye after the spinach popping cans of whoopass off, let’s find the limit just kidding, shit’s limitless idiot, come and get it (fuck em) the people’s champ, yo i do it pro bono hat hide the giant brain like mojo jojo rapping in the matrix make the flows go slow-mo it’s the dragon, so komodo, blowing smoke from my nose holes (Dopey Ziegler) damn i’m nice, eyes on swivel, young andalite plannin tight fly bomb shit by fucking candlelight fans like “damn this man can write” and i’d say the fans are right i’m crammin writes even when at panda with my mans at night plan to bite, imma be stampin on your rancid nikes phantom type, ghosting with your fanta, pipe, and your bike write a single, illustrate and shift it with my ample might rappers get the whole frame twisted like a ammonite (Joey Zadjino) pack it in, i’ll rap better than you on accident that trash you spit is wack and it’s bad so i’ll never stand for it (word) i’m off the handle, can’t you see how far the handle is? fam i’m out there spinnin past your vision in the black abyss (space) when i’m finished, never step up to the mic next life, death, stupid, you might end up with a sliced neck visualize me rapping with these massive flexed biceps never scared to hit em with the right, left--aight then (Dopey Ziegler) top flight, comma, not like yall claiming boss life some of yall rappers is the cop type yall are gobshites, sobbing off a small bite rap game maqqabim, i’ll drop a squad of hoplites it’s the maf, right? ziegler is the don and capo on-side tryna make your non-life gone-like did it cause it’s how i get my arm strips not a fight when every single couplet is a palm strike (Joey Zadjino) people ask me “yo joey z, how’d you get so tight at this?” right? i’m sick, peep the triangles around the irises the all seeing eye on some osiris shit find me in the sky, i’m boxing gods with a crazy exchange of flying fists (idiot) and i’m nonstop winnin the foot on your chest, hittin you with the “ha-ha” grinnin (good?) i’m the best, shit should not get twisted let me show you how easy doing this hop-hip shit is (dang)
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Navajo Moose 02:08
ziegler wreck it from the watsonville jects to modesto def flow, mostly up on shit reddit says tho just so, when it comes to beats i'm a klepto half cole phelps--nah, cohen--half kelso fair weather friends circled till the god got thunder tell em fronting on the maf is a top-notch blunder catch me online, yall don't want to cop numbers http://navajomoose.tumblr hoping to be scopin them chips for doper living pole position chicks and kicks by kobesystem though i don't and i cope with it over rhythm so like, vocally, you folks have a soberin hope of livin yeah, live my life under the star and the grizzly one claw with the fifth, one scrawlin on the spit sheet this heat, variant proceeding with the sick beat 5'6.5" ball like i'm 6'8" ziegler stop
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Trunk Samba 02:03
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Rick Moranis 03:04
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P.B.U.Y. 03:17
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Position II 02:59
freezing on the couch passin out watching garden state dark roast drippin down and sizzle on the coffeemate writs of discombobulated wisdom on a knockin break coppin cake, payments stay dreaded like a rasta face listen i don't write rap songs i write position papers hip to capers motherfucker shit you must be sniffin vapors kiss the gators, its some kicks im finna pick em later scoop a little nissin top ramen its the chicken flavor clan chief unalac, mark get the coup de grace chuck him in the south sea, shark bait oo ha ha (sharkbait! oohaha!) pour one out for all my hugenots bars is stupid hot, steelo copped it from illuminat call of duty mooks and glocks yall is some palooka squat sierra hotel's a code that means the dookie's hot white people never know if rappers is a group or not "my favorite rap group is dopey ziegler" shoot me ock
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Knowledge II 04:34
listen, these sixteen ways to kick raps will make your jaw drop, sparking virality clickbacks never pause, stop writing no biting or skipped tracks when the claws drop to tables enable a sick scratch write for herbs and the purses of nerd dads knowledge ock, block verses of words in wordpad a solid plot to get em written no fiction i burn past all of your surrogate murders with my thermos and zip bag yep, me and pearman has never been mismatched and all the coattail riders get severed and dispatched since back in thousand five we been doper than fit hats and though of late im taking classes yo scope it: the spits back peep the nicest, make a beat with maschines and neat devices these writes is what precise is, rewrite if you seek the likeness do not front, as your slight'll precede a crisis i know you aint tryna scheme on a demon that leaves you lifeless shtayim, beat biblical bust out broke beaters cause the rhyme-speak's physical plus we wrote heaters and i ain't really up for dawkins but don't court believers tho im psyched to see my piece is discussed among social readers practiced with the hands and i treat a dame saintly plus the pillow talk is makin fun of puas mainly stately, think it might just be the fame lately but i might just be the greatest conceived in the late eighties fucks never fade me, i lust for mercedes and can suss when you just isn't busting it greatly jesus couldn't save me, get duffed if you play me timbo stompin on your wack as fuck chucks on the daily so, i know you know i know my foes are naughty im tryna come up like keanu when he knows karate yet to wake up in a chrome bugatti but i am probably the rap game shalom shabazi and orca whales roll in matrilines clans and communities with dialects so i respect their rights due to fluency who is me? bar kokhba, son of star, tunefully ruining beats, foolish peeps are soon to be, truant, yee rappers i consume with ease, crews aint hella rude to me i rule the beat, head up on the throne i never puke in streets ladies think i'm super neat, never shoot like ludovic cruisin streets, used to be fiendin for a stupid jeep beep beep, steez is so profane and hyperliterate and if you kill that shit when spittin writs i might consider it otherwise just shut your shitter dick cause i be willing it and yall dont wanna get up in a tiff with my recidivists im just wack a little bit, yall just sound like dips and shit pistol whipped and whether slizzered zip without a chick to frick conscious, yes, but minimalist, if you can remember this its simple scripts thats iller than the little pen theyre scribbled wit
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Khamsa II 03:52
(Navi) when navi crack a beat that needs boggling, flow exceeds bottling Dasani calls hobbling my whole cell quadrant resulting mad scramble vandal derail transit man sorry, tend to ramble off on detailed tangents red light candle to the best mic squadron (i don’t even watch porn) but, d was not an option we’ll provide the airborne complemental popcorn (funk it like the boot’s torn) continental shoehorn fitting how we kicking it. askew and true and different (you would) think we’d (turned to) liquid 'stead of being branded (granted!) we got a couple notches on the belt couple van gogh spotches on the canvas on the shelf hell, from doing sleight of hand tricks, arguing semantics (the best in the west) while i rep the midatlantic check - beat slick beatnik with the v-tech flooding like the C deck on the titanic (Dopey Ziegler) come correct, sample chops thumpin out a grungy deck (drunk as heck) lunging for the jugular as im underfed homocidal jungle cat, only settled under beds catch me in an ultralight vibin eatin wonder bread one percent, (never pay for beats tho) bummin sixteen for a hunned fif, (haggle imma double it) dragon with the funny spits, (cashin out the money chips) lampin with a honeydip, abandon all u dummy kids (gully shit) shift the tonearm for the needle drop beat is hot, keep it under raps like a secret op (hatin aint flying) like a eagle if it eat a lot really not tryna peep u demons so im peacin ock somethin like victor laszlo in casablanca anaconda and a one-ton uzi in the tonka stomp ya, somewhat same frame as a wampa bonkers, big gold chain with a khamsa (Dopey Ziegler) villain with the penmanship, pilsner in the mini fridge killin it, spit thru black filters for the sibilants we listened to your shit, u should rescind it for your benefit metamystik kids, nik and myf was in the syndicate (Navi) things might seem to get much more intricate hanging with the lions of the jungle, a-wimboweh spin direct messages that intercept your cinderella sessions over rapper-type impressions while i'm in tibet (Dopey Ziegler) tintin, simba in the set slippin piff in cigarettes fader's darth vader's hot saber when i hit the decks hitting heads with some writtens that i interject since 05's internet, MMI, in effect (Navi) MMI in effect, and I'm eyeing the rest and I'm mayan, I guess, just beyond the calendar crispy on a caliber of whiskey oak barrelers man, i love this shit (oh yeah, why don’t you marry her?) maybe i will!
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(Dopey Ziegler) i prolly aint the dude you're hopin to be facing now you know you prolly shoulda put your shoulder into scapin i scope the situation -- your flows is imitation vader told me on his station though its no disintegrations soak it in, i know its sorta soberin information but my whole consideration is for doper innovations im so into predating on you hopeless little cravens sofer for the cake and im a cobra in the making sapient, used to fuck with gtkradiant bass in 808 states, paper stay salient blatantly prophetic in a cadence with a shady bent variant’s the main event, savor burning crazy ents yall beneath the median, you don’t need dancers you need to get a beefy hand to your teeth champers these dudes can’t lose, zach producin me and the fuckin world champ rap game judah friedlander (Dopey Ziegler) (plus) yall are lame ducks, finna cause u pain (sup) gray nike match preme clean and and staying laced up (stay stuck), rappin i’ll employ it but the pay sucks prolly shoot a rapper for a hundred thousand spacebucks (Joey Zadjino) so when you see us floatin through be sure to wave at us the greatest to say this shit in a 40k mile radius (bruh) we never sleep we stayin up we never fake the funk that disrespectful shit could turn your life to wrestlemania (Joey Zadjino) it’s your boy with no with no Ls on the record drop god’s accomplishments with minimal effort the most intricate ever, the foes’ll get their shit severed there’s no little kids, idiots need to get to the exit im a beast on the tec shit (it’s the truth) fuck around and get your teeth on a necklace you can believe it, i said it i’m unbelievably fresh, super suit with the Z on the chest exclusively speaking, me is the best yo, dopey told me i should do it so i did it stupid strong at rap like popeye after the spinach popping cans of whoopass off, let’s find the limit just kidding, shit’s limitless idiot, come and get it (fuck em) the people’s champ, yo i do it pro bono hat hide the giant brain like mojo jojo rapping in the matrix make the flows go slow-mo it’s the dragon, so komodo, blowing smoke from my nose holes (Dopey Ziegler) damn i’m nice, eyes on swivel, young andalite plannin tight fly bomb shit by fucking candlelight fans like “damn this man can write” and i’d say the fans are right i’m crammin writes even when at panda with my mans at night plan to bite, imma be stampin on your rancid nikes phantom type, ghosting with your fanta, pipe, and your bike write a single, illustrate and shift it with my ample might rappers get the whole frame twisted like a ammonite (Joey Zadjino) pack it in, i’ll rap better than you on accident that trash you spit is wack and it’s bad so i’ll never stand for it (word) i’m off the handle, can’t you see how far the handle is? fam i’m out there spinnin past your vision in the black abyss (space) when i’m finished, never step up to the mic next life, death, stupid, you might end up with a sliced neck visualize me rapping with these massive flexed biceps never scared to hit em with the right, left--aight then (Dopey Ziegler) top flight, comma, not like yall claiming boss life some of yall rappers is the cop type yall are gobshites, sobbing off a small bite rap game maqqabim, i’ll drop a squad of hoplites it’s the maf, right? ziegler is the don and capo on-side tryna make your non-life gone-like did it cause it’s how i get my arm strips not a fight when every single couplet is a palm strike (Joey Zadjino) people ask me “yo joey z, how’d you get so tight at this?” right? i’m sick, peep the triangles around the irises the all seeing eye on some osiris shit find me in the sky, i’m boxing gods with a crazy exchange of flying fists (idiot) and i’m nonstop winnin the foot on your chest, hittin you with the “ha-ha” grinnin (good?) i’m the best, shit should not get twisted let me show you how easy doing this hop-hip shit is (dang)
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Navajo II 01:26
wreck it from the watsonville jects to modesto def flow, mostly up on shit reddit says tho just so, when it comes to beats i'm a klepto half cole phelps--nah, cohen--half kelso fair weather friends circled till the god got thunder tell em fronting on the maf is a top-notch blunder catch me online, yall don't want to cop numbers http://navajomoose.tumblr hoping to be scopin them chips for doper living pole position chicks and kicks by kobesystem though i don't and i cope with it over rhythm so like, vocally, you folks have a soberin hope of livin yeah, live my life under the star and the grizzly one claw with the fifth, one scrawlin on the spit sheet this heat, variant proceeding with the sick beat 5'6.5" ball like i'm 6'8"
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Dragon II 03:55

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A collaboration between me, rapper Dopey Ziegler, and beat guy Variant.

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released August 31, 2014

raps: Dopey Ziegler, Navi, Joey Zadjino, The Mighty Rhino, Satellite High, & Jesse Dangerously
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prod: Variant

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