Cheap Drinks, Poor Lighting, by Bon Mot

Cheap Drinks, Poor Lighting

by Bon Mot

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silverfyah Proper underground! Love the attitude. Beats is jazz influenced, rhymes is tight and gives a fuck what you think. Can't wait for the nxt joint and the nxt joint. Favorite track: Learn to Curse.

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1.	Learn to Curse 02:36	lyrics	buy track
Now I don't make the effort that will ever make me famous Don't make the music that could move me up the ladder I'd be better bout being broke if better than the basics But only seem to bitch about the shit that doesn't matter Like every single summer when I'm waiting for the winter And every winter when I'm waiting to be happy I could hardly handle heat, even down to a simmer Still in the mix with the only motherfucker clapping Backing up, I'm cracking up, you think you slacking but I'm late every day purposely suck at shit like Dracula Catastrophic madness when I circumvent the capitol Even Slack when I rap, I make up crap like Agatha Christen this with piss and vinegar, Eating dinner first Winning hurts as much as losing so I'm splitting bills with her Damn baby, what you giving such a fuck about? Am I crazy or are you playing the runaround Who you calling lazy? A self proclaiming fuck around Ducking down to pop up and take shots at the fucking crowd Cocky sloppy they respond with cop a hobby Now my hobby turned to passion turned to raps that you ain't stopping To sloppily gobbling up your gobbledegook Vomited laughter in the chapter of your novelty hooks Ayo your taste in music's stupid like a comedy book In a scrapper hand to hand ya man will probably book Re-attach my pants with the hand that he probably shook I ain't salty, I hope y'all fucking happy and choke
2.	Repeat Until Completed 02:32	lyrics	buy track
[verse 1 - Bon Mot] Used to rap and let my insecurities show Mysterious lyrics you had to google to know It's the resilientest spirit nearly void of materialism Noisily steering his whip into multiple poles Nobody look the Wookiee like your boy does All I do is sleep, slurp the purgatory poison Hurt and boisterous, wins by coin flip Spends his afternoon smoking on the toilet Nobody look the Wookiee like your man does Repeat until completed gonna be y'all new mantra Seeing me defeated? Think you need a new camera Stand tough and I don't even put my hands up I need a drink something fucking dreadful Three deep, could pee a whole fucking bed full Compete with me need to sink to my level So meet me three feet above the devil [verse 2 - KS Joel] Hair disheveled, hands in pockets ready to rock it Big letters on red metal octagons couldn't stop it Even with a skeleton key you couldn't unlock it Whipped cream & cherries couldn't top it On topic, or off it, shit talking High like a rocket in the office Sipping scotch with your bosses The kid flosses, like once every 3 months And spits the gingivitis with his tongue in his cheeck, cousin One of these MCs is not like the others, By one I mean these three brothers, we recover From circumstances unforeseen Back together and partying like it's 2014 Here we come for your team whether you ready or not Haunting your dreams make you wet the bedding a lot We impatiently await the day the penny is dropped To celebrate with confetti and pop when y'all stop sleeping [verse 3 - Bon Mot] Running with a bunch of mother fuckers on a soapbox Ask if we're done, simultaneously hope not Don't stop nodding just 'cause Mot got the drop on ya I'm high as fuck, space, planes, and helicopters bruh Chock full of bad stories and whisky Even if I met your standards you'd still miss me You ain't coming out to shit except your parents, kid Like "mom, dad, I'm an embarrassment" Rabid bitch, y'all been snarling. I'm the muzzle tight around your jowls I'm a puzzle and y'all too broke to even buy vowels Your girl been looking like she tryna yank my mic out... Plus she only fuck you with the lights out Right now I'm all up in your crib like where your fridge at Getting bigger till y'all wonder how he did that Ask who, what, when, where, how when all he ever did was sip gin and grow his hair out
3.	Dunce Cap 02:51	lyrics	buy track
[verse 1 - TBone] (+ Bon Mot) It's TBone (and Bon Mot) Beats booming (bombs dropped) Speak fluent (non-stop) Teach truth upon blocks (of stone) With poems, that build from the ground up Found the lost tossed aside now it's time to round up Form up - swarm stuff, aligned in formation Ask us to repeat if you don't get the information I'll admit we kept you waiting, we're moving on a planned route Scanning to expand out, jamming, demand sprouts Hands out, we'll give you some free shit The knowledge is available you just must seek it Take out wack selections whenever I see fit Equip my beat with a sweet kick and heat spit 212 degrees farenheit All we need is speakers and a pair of mics On point, sharper than a pairing knife Barking all the jargon spitting shit that makes you very hype [verse 2 - Bon Mot] Spitting quick to get shit like a nun's wrath It ain't tight I just like it when my gums flap Pull back, hipster swag the dunce cap Tongue lash, don't need a dick to make you cunts clap Dumb cats run trap because it's frontin I'll talk about anything from everything to nothing Stack scratch without a lab above my oven If they dropping shit, I'm spitting draino through the plumbing Your foundation is complacency in music Take your propaganda and replace it with my bullshit The difference is I'm spitting from a pulpit Bon Mot is holier than thou like a prude is When I put out, I know it's rushed You say oh that's nice, that's real polite, your cheeks are flushed You say it's the drinks but I ain't ever seen your cup So I swallow up the Dutch and throttle bottles like a clutch Then wonder why it is I always seem to do that Walking home I bum a half a pack like a hood rat Spend nights working on a version of a new track, Wishing I was better at the only thing I'm good at With perfection comes practice Wackness is determined by how dope you're acting Need confessions like I need lessons on hat tricks I figure by my third work I'll prolly be bat shit
4.	Jaded 04:16	lyrics	buy track
[verse 1 - Bon Mot] Dirty pants, ball cap, and a work tee They want me to dance but I think I think it hurts the Image I'm presenting: squinted vision, sipping gin when he ain't thirsty Like that and taxes are a sure thing Nurse, please pass the anti venom if they feisty Hoping i won't notice but I think I think they like me 19 months of a little cyphering, notice changes in his writing I mean I might be the best thing since sliced meat Don't mean if you got bread you can bite me Hyping myself youll never find me 9 times rhyming solid times three Rest by myself but the rest come to sight see Rest for the wicked, death to the hype beast Lease on life like landlords tryna find me Problem's Bon Mot's not recycling So original and lyrically spiritual, Reality cynical, had a habit of miracles But magic ain't real, add a dash of tyrannical Sashé in back brace I'm rapping fat like my mirror show My shit cracked like the rock copped Stoned like a top notch Brock squad Break it down to pieces - chop shop Break it down like "holler if you cop, Mot" Cop knock shock, couch lock, blah! Blah! You ain't fucking with an amateur It's the reputation damager I could be the janitor, Day 10 make best friends with your manager World on his shoulders got 'em hunching when he stand I ain't nothing but the motherfucking man [verse 2 - KS Joel] Dirty shorts, flip flops and a V-neck Baby face, they thinking I came straight outta recess 'Til I step to the stage with the game That would make your little cousin want to quit and hit the reset Button up big boy, no funny business Silly name, but it's something serious Like a heart attack, run it back, still can't fuck with em Big talk but it's all Peace, Love, Rhythm [verse 3 - TBone] No saved game, same shit, day changed No fame, no shame, maintain Break chains wrapped by authority Vacate path of the majority Rap from quarantine, crew on lockdown Sound penetrates thru the compound Break bread, stay fed, stomp ground We're never gonna calm down
5.	INT 01:05		buy track
6.	Eat Worms 02:08	lyrics	buy track
Complacent with the people y'all would call friends Been saying maybe we should just replace him He's wasted, he tastes it, it's all in Chips stacked apt description is abrasive Second place to so sick he should call in Bendy straws just to mix it up with hating Touch of abrupt, a dash of crass under your crawling skins Don't forget to sprinkle in loneliness to taste Put it on a plate, opinionated as a garnish Eat it like a dump truck, one up all your hardships Barge into places he ain't ever been invited Stop hoping nothing's broken he's a bull in a China shop If he breaks it you'll replace it, hate him, he ain't even tryna stop I will not awaken, shake me 80 times Unwanted rhyming made me lazy and I'm hazy from the wine Blacking out mid rap about me blacking out all of the time In fact it's happening now here on your couch the actions live No need to doubt him he's a pretty honest guy Waiting on the day we could put all the days behind A slave Monday thru Monday Got responsibilities but young pay Swap job skills for the blunt Least it means I give one fuck hold up, wait Waiter never came to the window for his one plate Remake, don't trip, no tip (gee thanks) (He stanks) like some mother fucking dope shit
7.	King Slack 03:01	lyrics	buy track
If life's a game I guess I'm waiting till my turns up Fill a bed with sweat, bet I rip my shirt up The internets a thing that everybody's heard of It still takes me 8 weeks just to get a verse done Props to writers block for making this the worst one Since the first verse I realized I could curse Fuck you and all the stupid shit you're riding in on Rhyming like a dry cunt is why you're getting spit on Rapping like wackness is fact is why you're getting spit at Why in nine years you'll hear me bitten on like ship rats You Egyptians build empires but lack syntax Got images instead of words, all I heard was big ass Big stacks and tall grass, check the kids stats Quarter in a blunt, I'll kill that in three snaps Everything I borrow, you'll never see back Even if I say you will, I sincerely mean that Easily influenced, King Slack Cleans up dapper, rather wallow in the weed patch See me lean back, glean snacks off g bags I keep it low carb: hard liquor and some seed packs "Eat, spit, be happy" we relax Waste time facing rewinds like relapse Straight in caves, way too brave to chase the dragon If these rooms walls had ears, all they'd hear was bragging Weeks past a year loses fear hates the wagon Doesn't mean much he has such established habits Ducking class, convincing all you fucks he's good at rapping Slacking on all action to keep laughing, backpacking Kayak brains who step to me, claim they're fucking captains What's happened is the shoe slipped, loose lips ain't half it Get sunk down, clown shaped cookie cutter couch cutouts A stout hero with doubts hears shouts, he rolls but grabs the dugout Just to maintain, the game remains until he runs out Of things to say complain about, so his days stay strung out Into weeks you try to speak to him he sticks his tongue out Scammers need to learn some manners damnit spit your gum out
8.	Sheedle 02:33	lyrics	buy track
Took a few years to be profi(phe)tless Now I'm way too smart to be confident Too plain to gain a name or a flock from this Claim brains way too often to be stopping yet You say we ain't the same, I'm saying the opposite On the stage is where I'll stay until I call it quits Talking trash like "run it back," Heads is what I'm lopping at You prolly stack, towers of bullshit I'm finna topple that You built it years ago, an image of your hero, though Somewhere along the road you traded it in for dinero so The mirror broke, the smashed glass ain't here, I hope You traded it in for some cash or ass or pounds of louder smoke Shouting "now get louder" at a crowd who shouting "nope" When I get up there they'll reach for air like they some drowning folks Poking holes in all the plastic rap they're smothered in Half the battle's over once you're stuttering Other kids are running back to me for packs of blasphemy Pleading please relieve us of these diseases we've contracted happily Matter of fact, wack don't happen naturally Happens when you got the kinda stats the fattest cats could see Then they see you got a dream you want as bad as me But with their means they could take it, make it a reality Put you in a gallery they built with my taxes Yeah you got images, but you ain't photograph shit I only do this out of habit Get a little drunk, bump the needle like an addict Find a new rhythm in the skips, try to stab it The big hairy bastards flipping harder than a backflip Take a step back so you can grasp it Realize I only rap cause I can't match pitch Only two things I'm proud of and that's a fact, kid One of them's my dog, the other hasn't happened

about

Debut release by Bon Mot, member of Proper Channels. A witty, passionate look into the struggles of insecurity, coping mechanisms, the workforce, and rapping. It’s about everything and nothing.

“Cheap Drinks, Poor Lighting instantly reminds one of the conscious alternative releases of the early 1990s… a must-listen for fans of contemporary underground New Orleans hip-hop.”
– Nick Benoit, OffBeat Magazine

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credits

released April 4, 2017

Raps - Bon Mot
Additional raps by KS Joel on tracks 2 & 4
Additional raps by Tbone on tracks 3 & 4
Tracks 1-7 produced by Tbone, Track 8 by Tbone & KS Joel
Bass by Paul Jackson on tracks 4 & 6
Mixed by Tbone