Six Pack O' Death

by Evak & Edison

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  • Limited Edition Hand-Crafted Gatefold CD

    ultra-limited cd edition, hand-made by evak himself, replete with staggering artwork from mildew. also includes both a high quality 667 sticker, and decorative stamp sticker.

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about

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"the unabashed inertia and clamor of a working class racket, raised from the humble hearted and heavy minded... built with golden fingertips and kinetic dissent amidst a kervorkian distortion... at best, a reassessment of necessity!"

it is with an unrelenting excitement pounding in our chests that we can jubilantly announce the ninth official release to be emerging shortly from the decorative stamp. following up the unsettling 667 horrors of the babel fishh & edison ep, our latest release shall be the second in the series, featuring the unstoppable-when-combined talents of evak & edison...

another six outrageous beats from edison, this time chewed apart with a monstrous set of prose from the mighty evak. the ep is awash with beautiful musical turns, shadowed with heavy pounding beats, and simply ripe with incredible lyrical turns delivered in devilishly powerful but settled and considered tones. the next episode in the 667 cleaver league is truly something to behold.

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evak online :

facebook.com/evak1work
oledeathrattle.tumblr.com

edison online:

facebook.com/edisonbuttons
edisonsdemo.tumblr.com

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credits

released 14 February 2011
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All music written, arranged and procued by Edison

All vocals written, arranged and performend by Evak

All artwork by Mildew

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Decorative Stamp Number Nine - DST.009

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Track Name: 00
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Six Pack #00 "Cuban Linx"

It would so behoove one otherwise,
of oh-so common occurrences flourished in heat speeded amongst the coldest breaths of fresh death, that would float its little wind tunnel as only punishment gloat..
push the depths,
And save those foolish golden tools of the trade, who's to say we all praise those lil rinky-dink trinkets cause my cuban links sing of pen pressed paper, that'd never waver for paychecks and hecklers..but you still think its a necklace..
agree to disagree,
but see this decree will speak as last will and testament,
no rest for the weary..
no death for the fearful..
Another bladed serenade. Created for scores settled and bare knuckle debates..
of weighted words served with viciously proficient streams of steam and the brightest lights..
night lifted to the disguise of might,
I'd rather prize my sight,
then my collected possessions ..
so, tuck the chain fuck face, this is a recession
non-linear directions,
born without form..
live without bounds,
die without regrets!
this sound raised to be ornery and brazen,
just re facing what these pioneers already push past, fast life burn quick..
Learn this look back
is only to reference as a time clip,
I sifted through irrelevance and the pandering, expanding past these  non suitable cubicles
using only the fruit of our labors,
exhaust vapors of terminal illness..
excuse the candid remarks,
but please remake your missions
in favor of a common good..
not constriction..
I'm check to check so you and your champagne tosses, belt notches and 16 car garages,
come at the cost of our losses
And make me sick to my stomach

-Last Emp sample "poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer"

Fall in, we all grin and bear it,
but see, I wanna tear it down..
we are the foundation, not the crown..
astounding that is gone this far,
fairy tale wishes in sub par conditions
we speak for the vision of the deeply vested,
not for investments sake..truth in worded weapon, set flight to a birded message..
till the spreading of the beheaded beast, seeps underneath each of our thresholds,
so please leave your footnoted poisonous poems of personal gain,
before we concert effort to stop the strain..
we pain together
We Pain Together!

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Track Name: 01
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Six Pack #01 "Slaughter Throat"

And I still spit death rattles
From the slaughter throat
The chest cackles when the bottles float..so,
Spare me the fair-weather-at-best
I'd spare feather from breast bone
We armed our letters with 667 berettas
So spin vendettas..cause this summer sing songs
Of a botched birth, clockwork
Dwindled assembly line lenghts
Kindled of confusion and fear
We will awake, without breath to take
Nor path to steer
Dis-associated dialect, diverts from cyclical norms
I'm sick of the formula.
We spit of horrible hunger pains
And stained pavement..ingrained to the base
Straight to the core
Embraced by the shore
Lord have Mercy!
Haven't we been skirted and muffled enough
That's that burn in the cut
We learn from our gut scrapes and glances
Landscape at shutter speed, traced shapeless
Capable of interest shifted and
Gifted us with an altered vision
Jetted through vessels, embedded in decibles
Chirp, chirp!!
These cheapskates are unfade-able..
This pen will work backwards
even-steven, cause even you too, are defaceable
Incapable of remaining afloat
In this water aquatic
Navigate nautically audible
Awfully thoughtful of I
Wrought full of irony, chocked full of iron
Spiraling downwards, with belongings in-tow
Song stuck inna longing throat
Coaxed out, under a hoax premise
Cinder blocks grimmace at hope's limits
Tempting the margin, I are
Harbinger for pain's sake
Starving to make those veins race
Carving its own tracks to trace
My Hardships bargain with a pained face
Intentions mentioned on sleeve
Strewn clueless, with prune bruises
And a no-news-is-good-news cruises in a more chiller
Inactive capture 8x10 gloss, love-loss
I'm nauseous
So long after we've seen blood red sunsets
We jet essence through beacons beam
Steamless shadows, flawed and lawless
We lullaby these bully block beats to sleep
Mark my words
Even the weepers will sleep
At the reapers feet
Keep your speed and feed as the momentum bleeds
Push forward, but always push back
Cause guns won't hit gravel
Till its unraveled from the top down
They can't stop now....
Burnt of burgandy puddles to settle themselves
With golden heaven-sent pendants promise
Of redemption..
surrender us to the immensity
Of your greed
Plucking our seeds from a feed-bag
That doubles as muffles
Smothered our troubles in deaf ears
Suggestion box progress..look
We gave the money its meaning
And we Can take it
For the sake of pine box break-out
Clouded itself in piety
Drowned in notoriety
So any viable vessel of message
Will be met with frowned face
and the spillage of artillery..see
If you can only covet your martyrs on tee shirts
Than the message is missed.. So??!!?

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Track Name: 02
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Six Pack #02 "Embellishment"

When the embellishments
Marks what's relevant
We must look toward a setting sun
(And a closed casket)

Oh cathartic from parted out oxygen boxes
Literally locksmith literature toxins
Its an upper-esh confession abreast of a restless soul
Cold-hearted impart wisdom
Truth be told
Me and Eddy maverick the uncharted in starter jackets and under arm axe-holsters, a soldiers' story
Pouring out from pores pitted, fore fitted the gory for laureate chops, big bore in the most glorious hearts
That chuck dust from rusty old gutted utterances
Such as..
There's no need, we don't bleed
We gut spill and throw cleaves

Uhhh..Tsk, tsk!
Didn't you know this brisk pace will promenade through haters, charades and blade throws..
So slow the beaters, bro...we bevel edge, hedge bets, wage war, take a breath..and survive wisely..
timely departure, remarkable..death in the making
Foresaking the broken wing
Open door policy, to pillage, in on the kill take
With a salt shaker and a breaker box
in the off position
Derivatives miscellaneous locale with low brow banter to dismantle meanwhile wishes
This vision vested in best intentions
No apprehension!
See We must move forward
Come on!

There's no need we don't bleed
We gut spill, and we throw cleaves!
Kill us
I dare you
Kill us
I dare you

Sample: "I never thought It could be..so easy"

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Track Name: 03
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Six Pack #03 "ol' Iron Sides"

But, see
It wasn't until the conviction sunk in to
The depths of the matters at hand,
Which brought to light their position amongst priority
A City-scape, sanded down
Analog gritty tape, which escaped authority
See that breeze still whistles underneath these wings
To unseat these slings
slung deep into the pleats of gears
Painstakingly seductive, but commonly de-nominated
Watering holes, brought from bolt and plunder
We watched our legacy crumble
Under foundation first.
So, curtsy for the target market and
Nurture for the largest harvest
Principal adjusted under a busted bow
Now, merely a shell of its former function
Dictated through emaciated wing-bags and
Questionable intentions
And Ill brave the muck for 16 hours a day
Just for shelters' clutch
Unbelt your sirens, and shatter glass and cracked stone..so cut for the cable feed
And bleed for the fingertips and lungs
Which croon of history's heft,
as pertain to the Workers' drum
We re-route looose leaf, suup'd up
We wrote free, in beat-down and unchained
Savor the frame, for functions' fancy
Sanity dodged, got lodged in clouds' cuddle
Rebuttal with war-hammers
Swung soundly, with out proper provoking
Aint it a corrosive focus,
They leave burned in tree trunks, timeless
Grimey and spineless..
bubbling out from bumped gums,
tumbling down from which they had become numb
Its dumbed down to the apex
Collectively sexed and over heated,
I'll  glean speech from the chest plate
And gently lay it on it's deathbed headstone

See, we've been force fed hatred and degradation
Envy and separation...

So we burn these streets with time to kill
Ole ironsides with pride to spill
Hop off of the knife bike, bright eyes
They are burning Qu'rans
Word the Fuck up
Its about to be totally on!


See,we burn these streets with time to kill
Ole ironsides with pride to spill
Hop off of the knife bike, bright eyes
They are burning Qu'rans
Word the Fuck up
Its about to be totally on!

See, its made to be ingest-able
And perfumed until its precious
Confess its message to be collectible
So, I hunker down for Tall ships
And a skip-a-meal realty
Forever push heavy chevys
Til the levys run empty
Simply tempt the temperament
For the benefit of better perception
Flip the switch on the zenith for better directions
Diligently conditioned, our silence left to settle,
As the measure of our mettle?
We peddle pin cushions, for the likeness and legend
We peddle pin cushions, for the likeness and legend

Internal, these pesticides died
my infernal combust..
Never lusted. After meaningless merits
imperative disgust..
stomach turned, twisted up
burned..
I don't know which way's up,
But I never gave up!

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