East Coast Alumni E​.​P.

by Kabal & DJ Moves

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KABAL & DJ MOVES

"EAST COAST ALUMNI"

5 SONG E.P.

All music produced by:
DJ MOVES (Brian Higgins)
between June 2012 - February 2015
for Low Pressure Records
All lyrics & vocals by:
KABAL (Kevin Theodoropolus)
between July 11, 2016 - January 22, 2017
Additional samples, recording,
vocal mix, mastering, concept
and cover layout artwork by:
KABAL (Kevin Theodoropolus)
@ Necropolis Studio, Fall-Winter 2016/2017
for Midian Music (c) 2017

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released March 14, 2017

DJ Moves (B.Higgins)
Kabal (K.Theodoropolus)
Djazel (D.Santos)

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Oldschool hardcore underground producer/rapper from Brampton Ontario Canada.

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Track Name: Intro / East Coast Alumni
Intro/East Coast Alumni

(V1.)
The sun rises in the east, and it sets in the west,
I'm on the right not left, always put to the test/
When it comes to kicking lyricism,
hear me with the dearest rhythm,
Atheist, don't spit religion, politics or liberalism/
Deadly Venom is what we gave em' for double decades,
Write my rap essays while you're playing charades/
I got bars for days, you goto bars for gays,
Turned yourself into the cops because you heard crime pays/

(Chorus)
Ain't nobody got brains, weighing in with your gains,
You tumble like Mutombo cus we ain't here to play games/
Blazing beats so hot, dealing these dope rhymes,
Inject you with addictive shit, East Coast Alumni/
No one got heat, see me slaying for weeks,
You drop the ball out of your element, but we playing for keeps/
See me hit you with the punchline, beast mode, scrum time,
Kabal & Big Moves kid the East Coast Alumni/

(V2.)
So watchu sayin' with all the noise that you making?
Open wide, cherry picking, but yo you're ripe for the taking/
Your whole style is forsaken, left for dead and unawakened,
Even if I'm waking and baking my flow is raping hoes/
Thought you knew rap, until you caught my lips flap
Now you don't know what to think,
and you don't know how to act/
Heading back to the lab & re-evaluate your rhyme state,
You rhyme safe, line lay, change your mind state/
You thought you knew hip hop,
till u seen Moves on the table tops,
Found an old mixer and you thought it was a cable box/
Your fable is a paradox, grandeur illusions,
Leave you black and blue and full of bruises & contusions/
Pick up your carcass, clean the blood & wipe the dirt off,
Remove your tampon & take your frilly skirt off/
Put your seatbelt on bitch and don't attempt to speak,
Cus you're just listening to my life from the passengers seat/

(Chorus)
Ain't nobody got heat, see me slaying for weeks,
You drop the ball out of your element, but we playing for keeps
Blazing beats so hot, dealing these dope rhymes,
Inject you with addictive shit, East Coast Alumni/
No one got brains, weighing in with your gains,
You tumble like Mutombo cus we ain't here to play games/
Hit you with the punchline, beast mode, scrum time,
Kabal & Big Moves kid the East Coast Alumni

(V3.)
Who getting higher than this? shove in the crowd,
I never claimed to be God but still I'm way above the clouds/
Shrouded in mystery, fingers are blistery,
From burning through pens, yet you still don't know my history/
You'll be here today and you'll be gone tomorrow,
Dump you in the earth like a fresh bag of guano/
Your sorrow ain't shit, as I don't believe in petty pity,
So you best be packing bags and moving on to the next city/
In your broken Hyundai, my style leaves you tongue tied,
Swam from Emerald Lake all the way to the Bay of Fundy/
Huh? The Bay of Fundy, make you drop it in your undies,
I play the King of Kong and donk you jobbers like I'm Bundy/
No quarter, next order, with the gore to the floor boards ,
Strike a vital nerve chord, disorder your horde/
Repping T.O. to Truro & keep the east coast golden,
While you busy choking down that old dick that you're holding/

(Chorus)
Ain't nobody got brains, weighing in with your gains,
You tumble like Mutombo cus we ain't here to play games/
Blazing beats so hot, dealing these dope rhymes,
Inject you with addictive shit, East Coast Alumni/
No one got heat, see me slaying for weeks,
You drop the ball out of your element, but we playing for keeps/
See me hit you with the punchline, beast mode, scrum time,
Kabal & Big Moves kid the East Coast Alumni/
Track Name: Inner Child
Inner Child

(V1.)
I can still remember...
Being up in my room smelling my dads cigarette vapor,
The green shag carpet and my choo-choo train wallpaper/
Two level townhouse, my quarters were an 11 by 7,
Never knew darkness, and was leaning towards heaven/
Got my crayons laid out,
coloring books until my hands cramped,
A pot for a helmet, my cap gun & I would stand camped/
Kevin my given name but it was supposed to be Jason,
Or Michelle if I was a girl,
so that's name of dames I kept chasing/
I'd make a maze on the floor with my Dr.Suess books,
Then I'd go and explore all the nifts and the nooks/
With my Star Wars figures and my fisher price collection,
And to the best of my recollection
that was my happiest reflection/
Remembrance, memories, always thinking cleverly,
Killing with creativity then grew in a world of treachery/
Now I've grown older, never let go of who that bloke was,
Never stopped holding hands with that inner child I spoke of/

(Chorus)
They say that growing up is a trap,
They say never look back & forget about your past/
But without the past your present and your future would parish,
So never take it for granted because it's something to cherish/
Always be imaginative & creative with your mind
You can still be responsible and enjoy your grown up time/
Hone in right, & continue your winning style,
& never ever stop remembering your inner child/

(V2.)
By the time we hit our teens is when our parents intervene,
Try to ween us from the way that they intravenously feed us/
Since the fetus days straight to grade 8,
Now they placate for you to vacate your former play dates/
& make some better friends & evacuate your old boys,
Plans for a yard sale and force you to sell off your old toys/
High school hits and you just get deeper into the shit,
with more tales from the crapper than the keeper of the crypt/
Trying to figure out where you fit in,
which clique do you belong to,
Trying to be so cool, and older than old-school/
Can't even see we're still foolish, immature with no tone,
& by the time we've graduated we be thinking we're so grown/
Time to leave your home, and do it on your own,
Time to pay for hydro, cable, water & your phone/
Fold your own laundry, living hardened,
Wishing you could go back to the first fuckin' day of kindergarten/

(Chorus)
They say that growing up is a trap,
They say never look back & forget about your past/
But without the past your present and your future would parish,
So never take it for granted because it's something to cherish/
Always be imaginative & creative with your mind
You can still be responsible and enjoy your grown up time/
Hone in right, & continue your winning style,
& never ever stop remembering your inner child/
Track Name: Books of Blood
Books of Blood

(V1.)
If I played the piano I'd be the Phantom of the opera,
Drop a tab, a vat of acid, burn half of my face off/
If I lived in London I'd be known as Jack the Ripper,
Skinning living hoes to death & hacking up the strippers/
If I was a doctor I would drink like I was Jekyll,
turn to Mr.Hyde and leave you're insides specked/
On the walls, I be the evil double feature with the hack & gloom,
If I was a swimmer turn to Creature from the black lagoon/
Electrocute my neck bolts I'm Frankenstein's monster,
The first skateboarding zombie to go pro & get sponsored/
Grow my fro and roll like Blackula,
No winged rat who sucks blood so I be like muthafuck Dracula/
Attacking every full moon, inhuman now I'm Wolfman,
But I always wake up nude holding on my tool, damn!/
Wrapped like a Mummy & unwind in my sarcophagus,
Drop me in a coffin when I'm done being Kevin Theodoropolus/
Topple this dirt on my skeletal omnibus,
Making bones until I'm bones burnt under the Necropolis/
If I was a shark I'd snack like Jaws and eat your boat up,
Retarded Hunchback? I'd ring the bells like Quasimodo/
Your taking your blouse off I see convincible cans,
Because I snuck inside your house like the Invisible man/
Invasion of the body snatcher, Murders in the rue morgue,
The thing that couldn't die, Dead Alive, a living true horror/

(Chorus)
Cool n' groovy, got your toilet full of Ghoulies,
FBI coming cus I'm dubbing scary movies/
Truly spooky like a loony in the boonies,
Blood Sucking Freak turning humans into smoothies/
Boogie Man duties, making ruby out of beauties,
Writing scriptures in crimson with women who were floozies/
Your face in the mud, while I'm puffing on the Lucys,
Another page from my Books of Blood, smothering the groupies/

(V2.)
Swilling moonshine stills with the zombie rednecks,
If I was pissing on your priest you'd call me Rawhead Rex/
If I was the collector, I'd have that bone cell smell,
If I ran a murder business it'd be Motel Hell/
With the human beef jerky that you be buying for dirt cheap,
I turn to Jason Voorhees every Friday the 13th/
If I was Ezra Cobb I'd drop your cock in a blender,
If I lived in New Jersey, I'd be the Toxic Avenger/
If I lived in New York, then you would call me Frank Zito,
Put your scalp upon a mannequin that's wearing a tuxedo/
If I lived in Los Angeles, I'd be sick and scandalous,
Carve a pentagram in my hand like Richard Ramirez/
Catch me in the New Orleans swamp with a hatchet face,
A parasitic twin that you can stick inside your Basket case/
If I was the Hitcher, kill and move on to another place,
Hit you with the chainsaw, so you can call me Leatherface/

(Chorus)
Cool n' groovy, got your toilet full of Ghoulies,
FBI coming cus I'm dubbing scary movies/
Truly spooky like a loony in the boonies,
Blood Sucking Freak turning humans into smoothies/
Boogie Man duties, making ruby out of beauties,
Writing scriptures in crimson with women who were floozies/
Your face in the mud, while I'm puffing on the Lucys,
Another page from my Books of Blood, smothering the groupies/

(V3.)
If I was a cop I'd be like Matt Cordell,
A maniac & beat you with my billy bat so well/
If you're in the shower all the power to this psycho,
If it's Halloween I change my first name to Michael/
Ride a motorcycle with the Chopper chicks from Zombie Town,
If I was Charlie Fletcher I would go and track my body down/
Play my VHS tape I haunt you like the Ring,
If I was in Antarctic I would turn into the Thing/
If I ran a whore house it'd be Bordello of Blood,
If I was roaming in the sewers I'd be known as Bud the C.H.U.D./
If I was a geek I'd seek intestines at Comic Con,
If I was Ash I'd write my raps down inside the Necronomicon/
If I was Jobe I'd end your life in a computer,
Switch from graveyard to day shift & I'm still the Intruder/
If my name was Freddy Kruegar I would do you in the furnace
If I was the Book of Blood then you could read my epidermis/

(Chorus)
Cool n' groovy, got your toilet full of Ghoulies,
FBI coming cus I'm dubbing scary movies/
Truly spooky like a loony in the boonies,
Blood Sucking Freak turning humans into smoothies/
Boogie Man duties, making ruby out of beauties,
Writing scriptures in crimson with women who were floozies/
Your face in the mud, while I'm puffing on the Lucys,
Another page from my Books of Blood, smothering the groupies/
Track Name: Atonement
Atonement

(V1.)
Have you ever had a reason or a need to scheme with steady treason?
Seizing any and every dirty deed decreeing hunting season/
Thieving & cheating, leaving beaten people bleeding,
To convene your own believing for your feelings of deceiving/
Even when your dreaming lead in sneaking and creeping,
See the gleaming in your beady eyes you think it's redeeming/
Seeking the life of a heathen for the price of common freeman,
Now you're dealing with the legions drumming up to summon demons/
Fleeing the scene with no question, accelerate with dissection,
Lessen the aggression and refreshing for the second session/
Second guessing why you're pressing and contesting,
Meshing with regression on the daily got ya stressing/
Blessed with being uppity, compulsive with obsession,
Misery loves company while running from depression/
Clock is ticking and it won't be long before confession,
& now where have you gone? Sinking deeper in repression/

(Chorus)
Clock is ticking now you're making your confession,
The gates locked never granting you accession/
There's no hope left paying false affection,
No atonement, slaving to subjection/

(V2.)
Your lifes got no relief while you fill others with grief,
Got the taste of defeat, bitter sweet between your teeth/
Deceive your own peeps, conjure peace into beef
& you just keep burning bridges instead of turning a new leaf/
It always seems your motif, is cheat and burn em' and thief,
Until there isn't any Indians and you're the only chief/
With everything to bequeath, but no sheep at your feet,
I know it's hard to believe you couldn't get more beneath/
With your steel concealed & buried deep in its sheath,
Leap to stab another back instead of turning the other cheek/
You never had no belief, you only reap on the weak,
But now you leaking from the shank hanging out your oblique/
Running bleeding down the street, until the church hit your feet,
Creep and sleep on a steeple, & now you're feeling complete/
Try to seek a higher power as you shriek & bespeak,
Until you cease to breathe, & forever sleep with a wreath/

(Chours)
Clock is ticking now you're making your confession,
The gates locked never granting you accession/
There's no hope left paying false affection,
No atonement, slaving to subjection/

(V3.)
Welcome to purgatory, time to earn another story,
Hell's waiting room, your doom is obligatory/
Permanently mandatory, landed in the category,
That's gets you shat out into a bowl of fire lavatory/
Time stands still and still you're making your confession,
The gates all closed, never granting you accession/
& you think you got a hope left paying false affection?,
No atonement, slaving to subjection/
Track Name: Seize The Day
Seize The Day
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Cos' No ones gonna fill your hand with cheese to pay/
In Latin "Carpe Diem" slang that means the same,
You're stuck in frozen patterns man unfreeze your ways/
Kingdoms only open manning keys you made,
Nothing's going to change when you stand at ease today/
Despite how many times you land on knees to pray,
So Build yourself tomorrows land, appease your stay/

(And) Set your sights on greater heights,
Don't settle for less, complacent tight/
For you have the might, to control your life,
Nobody's handing golden tickets out to make things right/
Gotta pave your own way, maybe slave for days,
Learn to play the game, & then you stake your claim/
Harbor labour pains, sacrifice for gains,
So you can laze on sunny days until your grave is laid/

If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Cos' No ones gonna fill your hand with cheese to pay/
In Latin "Carpe Diem" slang that means the same,
You're stuck in frozen patterns man unfreeze your ways/
Kingdoms only open manning keys you made,
Nothing's going to change when you stand at ease today/
Despite how many times you land on knees to pray,
So Build yourself tomorrows land, appease your stay/

If you want to live your life than seize the day,
In Latin "Carpe Diem" slang that means the same/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Stuck in frozen patterns man unfreeze your ways/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Cos' No ones gonna fill your hand with cheese to pay/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Kingdoms only open manning keys you make/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
So Build yourself tomorrows land, appease your stay/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Nothing's going to change when you stand at ease today/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Despite how many times you land on knees to pray/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Giving everything to you and eat your cake/ (too)

Fruits of Labour, taste the flavour,
Be your savior, toss the caber/
Only you can do for you man,
Follow your nose like Toucan Sam/
Hand yourself land, power, wealth and..,
Cram your shelves with love and health/
Control your fate, let go of hate,
And take the reigns every day from the starting gate/

If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Cos' No ones gonna fill your hand with cheese to pay/
In Latin "Carpe Diem" slang that means the same,
You're stuck in frozen patterns man unfreeze your ways/
Kingdoms only open manning keys you make,
Nothing's going to change when you stand at ease today/
Despite how many times you land on knees to pray,
So Build yourself tomorrows land, appease your stay/

If you want to live your life than seize the day,
In Latin "Carpe Diem" slang that means the same/
No ones gonna fill your hand with cheese to pay,
Stuck in frozen patterns man unfreeze your ways/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
In Latin "Carpe Diem" slang that means the same/
Kingdoms only open manning keys you make,
So Build yourself tomorrows land, appease your stay/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
In Latin "Carpe Diem" slang that means the same/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
Nothing's going to change when you stand at ease today/
If you want to live your life than seize the day,
In Latin "Carpe Diem" slang that means the same/
If you want to live you life than seize the day,
Despite how many times you land on knees to pray...