We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

The Stupid Vision Quest EP

by DGA (Dopest Gringo Alive)

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Purchasable with gift card

     

1.
I look around side to side, they're blinded lookin forward I'm lookin down no time, and I’m fired up as mortar I sorta got a grip of it, but my mind is slipping So I find a rhyme to kick it into rhythm so I’ll listen close Sounds of the static on the TV, on the radio Brain jelly jam traffic, believe me though my day is low Walk like an unfed tiger, I’m a mean mugger But I flicker like a wet lighter, no fightin these suckers It’s the way of the world and the world has ways To kick your ass in little circles every fucking day And these suckers say it gets better but that’s pen on paper This earth is just a muddled haze until I reach my human savior Lost and found change, but I’m lying dimes and quarters I’m here to wait the night out cus I’m fired up as mortar Suckers wait for lights out, blinded looking forward But I’m here to wait the night out and I’m fired up in torture Walking to the corner in the middle of the darkness When my center follow me I end up where I started Sky-dive livin my body is the harness I give a rib and see underneath it I’m heartless Call me out and send me to a hellish old home Do and die, crucify me on a telephone pole Flow like Styx, till it hold my lips Uncontrolled vision, know where eye is Eyes of Isis please piece me together The drop is heightless and the king’s men never are notified Of hopeless type minds who strike the wide-eyes With iodine of minds of brine Kick a bucket hardware Chewin on hemlock, sittin in an armchair Sippin on fruit punch, layin on nails Listen get screwed up, Pavlov tales I get raised off the heat waves, I go crazy when the beat plays I’m lazy all these days, when I spend my brain in deep space I’ll be back soon, and I hope I live to tell it Catch me writin letters down I better sound a relic Never cry over spilled ink halo round my eyes angelic Because I’ve seen the light and I regret it like a felon It’s relative cus I’m a mellow kid I’m burnin up She set a fire in my chest never got a breath, the world’s enough It’s apparent, I shot off targets, got demerits You thought I recognized you, I thought you caught me starin It’s too much to bear in mind, to touch the stuff of legend my, Feet in a sea of glass, it’s gotta be the clearest kind Stall the weird design, where tears of mine appear in skies Fall upon my tongue and whisper to my mind to fear it’s lies Will my spirit rise, as I find a sign of better times Or will I bear disguises and define the line of dead and live I look around side to side, they're blinded lookin forward I'm lookin down no time, and I’m fired up as mortar I sorta got a grip of it, but my mind is slipping So I find a rhyme to kick it into rhythm so I’ll listen close (x2)
2.
Mentality 00:36
School shooter mentality with a buddha reality Mickey without a Mallory choosin to lose it proudly Fuse lit in the gallery consume inhuman calories Improvin every ounce of me the human being out of me Lose his rude anatomy to bitch Vicky and Valleris Stickin it end the malady innocence un-endowing me Slit em in the throat and stick the body in the alley see I'm livin in the hope an angel get the demon out of me
3.
Tryna make my life physically glisten, A city of pretty people all ready to listen, Color and thought, rubble to rock readily written, Steadily drop bombs till the knowledge is livin, Beauty in a bottle-shaped body prolly got me On a one-way method to a one-day ending Where everybody stop and talk and look at him A Sunday sentiment with some dame present in The church lord glory it hurts to reminisce, How’d it come to this, some days he wish he didn’t miss She’s lookin lovely and I miss something, Why the fuck I need a vision of what love bring Should be down by the river roughhousing and kickin it Bucklin down livin cus subtler sounds imminent Touchin down, welcome myself, bring me the president, Sun Tzu, klaatu barada nikto the mega-mix Flavor of Dagobah swampin cerebellums, Remote control couch, southern antebellum So listen close, step back, Imma blow it up Floin a sure thing as Super pickin Lois up Ay… I think I’m growin up …And if I’m blinkin slow enough … I can catch an image of a woman getting to it, Going rough and showing love and showin up Dirty mind, certified murder eyes Some days type to only be about his merchandise Serve a banger beat up wit a burger, fries Stir it in a rhythm and get it or it’ll hurry by Scented, get down like unmentioneds Resonate, levitate, stick it to the resin All it is fitting cus he’s needin a livin So he leave a beat smitten to his given fly gimmicks Called by nature, mind raised in Asia Caveman came up straight to brain trust Bang bang till the blood beep hang up A brother live once, no wonder that I may run Yeller-belly elephant, elegant quick Spit it wet as a pelican pick up a belly of fish Hell yes, fully comprehensive Proceed to precede the proceeds, lowly, pensive Hermit… learnin gentleman beatnik Slick, slippin the net clownfish comedic Settle in and get wit it Tempur Pedic I’m ever being a clever being headed to believe it
4.
Woah, Controversy, Let's get into it, yeah, alright, buddy boiiiiii ... omg
5.
Toothpick stickin in my frickin brain, chew on that Spew on wax, move on max Let a loop attack, true contact Big man kickin in the roof on rap get ya new bomb jacked (oh that's funny) Kim Jung Un-militant, illiterate Fist up, choppin on the beat, get a pickled dick (ouch) Foxy, Brown, watch her I calm down Wrinkled rap sheets in my pocket when I walk around Footprints sunny (bright), eyes all dark (bright) Rap a stare match to the sun, my mark (bright) Takin stairs back to the park, one love Talkin through an escalade I hop, you watch, I levitate Many stayin steady tame, I rip up out your teddy frame Indie Indy Jones, hold a heart pump, set it straight Heavyweight, meditate, jolly little buddha Simmer, sauna, hotter than the water off a hookah Damn grand sandwich Rocafella stack Puba (what?) Malcolm in the middle of my mind shit X's in my bitch, texan finna ride quick Recipe a fly trip, ecstasy a mileage (drugs) Send me with a smile into a wild asylum Jivin to the vibin of your tiniest violin Imma heartbroke beast but the flow show I'm man enough Hopeless, and I'm romantic as fuck, what up
6.
Fuck a famous person in particular, slicker than piss n vinegar I ain't stoppin till Todd McFarlane make me in miniature Image me doin my thing, cooler than bling Too foolish to sing, try me in my dynasty ruler than Ming Moola to bring back to baby the nice nikes Man left dead in his track, feelin lifelike Carbon nano copy, no jargon slammin sloppily Walk with me kid, get quick, or leave a mockery Hoppin outta circle, no duck Yo I kick it in the field now I'm tryna run amuck, honey give it up Slow, smooth, that's how it go dude Old school tools for the goal, let a soul through Cool, ice-block, rockin like its Santa here Hangin from a chandelier, scalps are near the bandolier Fanta, you can have a beer and banter with the master, peer Fuck a class of (year), dare to hear and share the atmosphere Throw a dart up on the map, imma get there Appear out of thin air, mist(er) let a miss stare And fare a hysterical parable to school ya good I done did it, don't get it twisted like a hula would Yo I knew you would, yo you knew what's good yallreadyknowwhatsupidon'tevenneedtotellyouaboutit {"Hook" as in Captain}: Ay, and you know wassup S.Y.K., we-ain't-even-give-a fuck Ay, and you know wasgood Yo we drop that dope and its understood (x2) Beast to the west, finna feast on the flesh Of the sucker MCs we defeat with a jest Speak with the best flow, cheap as a check, yo Leavin all you people gettin deep as a wreck (GO) Liver than the livin dead, pike up in a pickled head Hype it loud as minarets, psychin out my vision quest Pose yo query: no sabe how we rockin? ...yo, we fuckin dope, no problem Ay, and you know wassup (West coast up in the holster finna blow the fuckin roof off) Ay, and you know wasgood (West coast up in the holster finna blow the fuckin roof off) Yall, ready, know wassup (West coast up in the holster finna blow the fuckin roof off) And you also already know what's good (West coast up in the holster finna blow the fuckin roof off) Meddle in and dabble in elaborate effects n, Settle in, saddle up, send the cattle vision questin' Answer the question, the man or the method Sicker than the livin and dead, half dissection Stash cash collected, what's asked unaddressed n, Laugh at your threatenin and bask in my freshness Have to accept whether acid or mescaline Practically headless Nick-of-time, mind pregnant Brain chi(ld)ren, runnin out my mouth Terry Gilliam, willin to kill it, bring it down now Big Foot, Big Foot, born blurry Trippin in my mind life that I put up in my pipe Smokin hot, barbe-queue me to drop In lieu of the Thrift Cock, be doin the hip hop Provin we is not, what usually yall rock With fluency mid-thoughts, unruly the kid's got that Dope shit, you don't fuck wit I son whole cliques with that dumb spit, that Dope shit, you don't fuck wit I son whole cliques with that dumb spit (goinout to those people and that person as well as others idk breh) (love heart mountain buddy sky grasp heaven grasp) (S Y K, weaunevengiafuqq, peace!) (idon'tthinkitgudbut)

about

{CLICK LYRICS ON EACH TRACK FOR LYRICS + lyrics text comes w download)

Take a journey through stars and shit maybe you'll cry and be happy or something. Maybe just rap music instead idk man

If my lyrics ever seem like they could mean multiple things its because they do.

If my lyrics ever disturb you don't worry. Sometimes I spit how I'm feeling but not how I'm thinking. Its like cleansing or some shit. Yknow like, art, man.

an S.Y.K. Joint

credits

released December 10, 2013

DGA (Dopest Gringo Alive) - Lyrics, "Direction", "One"
Underbelly - Production for Look Around & Serenity Now
Soul Cousin - Production for Toothpick & Dumb Rap Shit
Stephen Watson - Artistic Photography and godlike visual vision

SYK, S.Y.K., Strangers K, Strangers You Knew Crew we out here sometimes

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

DGA (Dopest Gringo Alive) Palo Alto, California

The Dopest Gringo Alive is the last son of Krypton and the patron saint of blast out rap.

Rapper and producer.

Pretty packages here, find singles etc on soundcloud (link below)

contact / help

Contact DGA (Dopest Gringo Alive)

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

DGA (Dopest Gringo Alive) recommends:

If you like DGA (Dopest Gringo Alive), you may also like: