The Happiest Sad Face

by Carl Kavorkian

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Collaboration of Carl Kavorkian (Jam Faction/Pennsylvania) and Lou Cypher (Minga Kings/Germany).

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released February 26, 2013

Executive Produced by Lou Cypher
Written by Carl Kavorkian
Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Lou Cypher
Featuring Natalia Bagatelas, Broken Klutch, Megabusive & Teddy Faley
Artwork by Rogue One

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Track Name: #3 Pavlov's Platter
- this is the beginning of your end
- spitting raps in double tap, making sure you don't avenge
- shin splints just from sitting on the bench
- grovel to your coach but he'll never let you in
- so instead, go ahead and sip on a lion's head
- while i take shots of tiger's blood like i don't give a what
- oh yeah, i'll fuck up the whole pattern
- then return back to the scene just to see what happens
- and your still yapping and flapping, rapping about trapping
- stuck in a past or another man's actions
- i can cherish the fact you're not embarrassed at that
- you're balling but one check from falling off the map
- thinking the world is flat and you high up in the at
- must fear.
- but unfortunately that is something that i just don't hear
- get 7 years of bad luck, just so you can look in the mirror
- when you go to put the shard out
- stuck in the side of your lungs when you breathe it makes a fart sound
- you now have the breath control of an asthmatic
- surrounded by cats pinned under a car in traffic
- now isn't that tragic?
- like my screams of silence radiating from speaker cabinets
- cats that know me, asking if i still spit bars
- well here's a napkin so you can wipe that snickers off
- or stick your face in a lion's head and let it lick it off
- you're like a chick coming thru, that doesn't want dick at all
- and I'm sick of it all and i'll go hardcore
- giving yall more like a guitar to the floor
- and give it my all till there's blistering sores
- and blood spritzing from all of my pores
- [fuck it] I'm kicking down this whole hallway of doors
- and letting the juice loose on all of you whores
- and then i'll throw in the towel
- not because i give up, but so yall can wipe down
- building brides rigged with explosives
- for those with ferocious ulterior motives
- talking all crazy, coming off shady
- better off drinking the first piss of a newborn baby
- so you can clean up your act
- like when i see a chick covered in tats and my penis reacts
- some TMI like a BM 5
- times in one day
- all's fair in love and war, and i didn't come out to play
- taking body parts to showoff in my display
- and no matter what measures get taken
- i'll release the krakken, your whole foundation gets shaken
- now who's next to get it cracking
- put a finger on my plate and wait to see a reaction
Track Name: Laying Hands
verse 1:
- what's that? (what's that?) catch a whiff
- with ease you breathe the stench you exhibit
- inquisitive minds get devoured in your rampage
- but those who know have already advanced to the next stage
- and in your two page short story, that's the conclusion
- the fact you think you're not losing's only part of your illusion
- ...i think you're used to using
- not drugs but humans, roll them up and put a torch to them
- fool me once, and you'll probably get away with it
- but fool me twice and that makes me the fucking idiot
- ...and i don't pity friends,
- who didn't learn the first time now going thru the same shit again
- and that god awful, wide, toothy, shit eating grin
- got me feeling like a law abiding citizen
- because you're full of more shit and it's evident
- than the small intestines of a dog that eats it's own excrement

Chorus:
- Look sharp, cut you with an eye glance
- Lie hands, a majestified stance
- try H.A.M.,
- or as solid as you can
- when my gut won't wiggle, and my finger won't bend

- Look sharp, cut you with an eye glance
- Lie hands, a majestified stance
- try H.A.M.,
- or as solid as you can
- because the only one you're fooling is yourself...

verse 2:
- i need protective gear for the lies that you smear now
- all down the walls of my ear canals
- and beyond doubt's shadow and judgement obscured by clouds
- maybe a god peers down, as he pushes aside his shroud
- i see the truth in your retina behind your defensive fits
- plain to see, like when a guilty person admits
- stuff flying out your mouth and you can't even back it
- using words you couldn't spell even with internet access
- talking in circles, with a tongue that's a twisted mess
- balking at the chance to impress. yes.
- i said it. Only because i won't forget it
- an ugly image embedded, that was left to your credit.
- You fed it, then jetted. Can't draw me into your setting,
- and there's no reason to even sweat it.
- Two tears in a bucket, motherfucker, you can suck it.
- Falling out your mouth, splash in your own substance

Chorus (x2):
- Look sharp, cut you with an eye glance
- Lie hands, a majestified stance
- try H.A.M.,
- or as solid as you can
- when my gut won't wiggle, and my finger won't bend

- Look sharp, cut you with an eye glance
- Lie hands, a majestified stance
- try H.A.M.,
- or as solid as you can
- because the only one you're fooling is yourself...
Track Name: The Storm in My Brain
- full metal jousting, peel the cable housing
- expose all the veins, electricity spouting
- pour it on a pancake for dinner
- i don't give a fuck, raw chicken gizzard innards
- harness the destruction, chaos, no discussion
- wild black stallion, running loose by the ocean
- pics with no emotion when i'm posing
- cinegraph movement getting lost in the moment

- and as the rest of the world passes by
- viewing sights with a set of glassy eyes
- and you'd be surprised what it spies
- nasty lies plotted by those crafty guys
- it's what it takes to master the illusion
- a small inclusion of attention as currrency
- apparently, nah, certainly
- carving words on trees for this whole world to see
-
- trust that my gut'll zoom in on the phoney
- and hollow words with no meaning trying to mold me
- what is this fungus within that is growing
- that jimmy beam that is bringing a slow sting
- magnified truth, set fire to the booth
- and burn the block down with a digi 002
- the life of a phoenix has been mandated
- get knocked down a notch and then upgrade it

- holding shit down like king kong on the empire
- i take a pause and take a dose from the live wire
- a staple from statham to make me rise higher
- every word spoken out your mouth's a lie, liar
- i could've penned it wiser, but the meaning would've been lost
- so i chose to keep it raw by all costs
- lean too close to the edge and get tossed
- that card up your sleeve got caught by the pit boss
- running barefoot in a thick moss, is a chick stark naked
- rocking a thin coat of lip gloss, nails (false) painted
- her fangs bleached white as yayo, a roster of males
- and a shit load of makeup applied to cover up her scales
- you can feel her cold breath that smells of blood on it
- she's a fucking man eater, you can put your unborn son on it
- hands wreak of dead presidents she strangled when hunting
- with a one track mind, that's fully focused on one thing
- and that one thing got a ring that could bring
- every hungry human being to a meeting and commence to beating
- the next man senseless, weak and defenseless
- all the snakes'll slither out from deep in their trenches
- combined and intertwined like a thick wall of vines
- or a set of earbuds pulled from a pocket lining
- what a divine time to shine with the prize that i'm eyeing
- stay progressing and quiet when i'm p.q. minding
Track Name: Live to Deaf (feat. Megabusive)
- you wanna space walk, that's not your fate dog
- frustrate y'all make you wanna peel your face off
- in this case raw, so in a way it stays soft
- so pray god, will heal away the day's probs

- sweat, blood, tears and patience
- and determination
- is it loud enough? x4
- is it live enough? is it live, live enough for you?

- Time to take a ride on willy wonka's boat
- no visuals, just musical notes
- rocking trench coats and vials of coke
- no that was a joke cause it'll clog my nose
- please let me breathe, but I can't, I choke
- all these damn bills crammed down my throat
- shit still stays broke, no matter how we vote
- dripping ripped veins slipping down the slope

- sweat, blood, tears and patience
- and determination
- is it loud enough? x4
- is it live enough? is it live, live enough for you?

Megabusive

- don't let me start, start tripping again
- time to play the part, heart beats with a pen
- over beats that'll bang, meats meet with a fang
- mouth shut, ears open when I'm speaking my friend
- street sweep and avenge, steep peaks to the end
- creep creeping on a ledge of rules that'll bend
- when you're thinking I'm dead, I'm sneaking ahead
- While your knees get scraped, sleep in pools of your red

- sweat, blood, tears and patience
- and determination
- is it loud enough? x4
- is it live enough? is it live, live enough for you?
Track Name: Falling Asleep at the Wheel (feat. Broken Klutch)
- shit your faith out, that spout you call a mouth
- slam dunk with nuts in your face, who's balling now?
- picking glass out of your LV sneakers
- i'm blowing chunks out of you M3's speakers
- causing you to drive erratically
- into the glass pane window of the first laundry mat you see
- throw you a roll of quarters to clean your life up
- and apply enough extra pressure to leave the knife stuck
- that's not a stab in your back that's a stab at your raps
- that'll leave you death gripping a mic layered with tacks
- pay your taxes so you won't go to jail
- pay your dues so you won't get labeled as failed
- only using three nails to nail you to a cross
- and we'll travel 3 miles to a cliff to push you off
- crucified, crews confide, cruise into the night
- while the track abuses your ride

CHORUS
- no matter how many windows you roll down
- crack your system, strip the knob off on the sound
- a spaced mind, blurred visions of the signs
- hypnotized by the white dotted lines

Broken Klutch
- There was evidence I was preaching, 4 Corner assault,
- causing coroners to revolt, while I was eye fucking my teacher
- Bleachers stained well, with proof I went to hell
- Awoken from a dream, that my scholar in ghetto fell
- As a black guard I was scar branded with an old dirty bastard
- Henny had my back with the authority of Lancaster
- What does that mean for the driver… Black Plague Jersey
- A Haitian horror story, that leaves Americans screaming Mercy
- These new batch of rappers are Aiken… Clay posters inhaled
- So I understand your confusion and determination to fail
- So I take my crotch to your girl, and flip the switch to convertible
- Her name was Girgle Goggle now, recognize the vertical
- Teenage massaqure, state of mind virgin
- anxiety got me twitchin, and my conscious of bad & evil's conversin
- Bad domestic reaction for that red & blue attraction
- That's why Kavorkian exists, so I can make that call & close your chapter


CHORUS
- no matter how many windows you roll down
- crack your system, strip the knob off on the sound
- a spaced mind, blurred visions of the signs
- hypnotized by the white dotted lines
Track Name: Waterlogged Derelict
- place setting, face letting off all types of signals
- things are not tranquil
- from an observants angle, it's obvious like a cankle
- there's emotions tangled
- a sailor's knot in the throat trying not to emote
- more screams than a regime in a sinking boat
- stranded in an ocean of thoughts
- shooting off flares no one's eyesight caught
- capsizing under water levels rising
- the captain of the ship riding till it's demise is
- the present, no wrapping, no guessing
- no breathing, no moving, no stressing
- even kiltered, numb feeling, pain filtered
- the burying alive of one name's what killed it
- on a ill tip took a pill then sip
- on distilled liqs chilled and still shit's real


- memories swimming with the fishes, and dolphins
- like some sea world exhibitiion, they're lost in
- the parts unknown
- wading a rock bed full of unturned stones
- unlearn the moans and bellyaching
- what's really jelly, inside a lifesaving donut
- sea sick, hunched over about to throw up
- face smeared by a warm mist
- then pierced in the heart by a swordfish
- bleed into the red sea
- waiting to black out so i'm no witness to the travesty
- trying to deep six it, iceberg and sink this
- madness, without a breathing apparatus
- the deadliest catch that proved to be a match that
- attached 8 tentacles to 4 ventricals
- gave a pull and now who's saving who
- foaming at the mouth till the face shades blue

- a buoy in the smog, with a smug grin installed
- when it all collapses and falls
- take a cruise around the world
- and have yourself two big balls
- as if i cared at all
- you're just a human tsunami brushing by me
- a clubbed seal that used to be alive and exciting
- i sit dockside while i'm writing, in the worst of storms
- hail and frozen rained upon
- a moist page is torn, as a pen rocks when pushed
- dipped in the ink of a poisonous octopuss
- locked in a bermuda triangle
- hung up on a hook real high and dangled
- above a section shark infested
- now never had a thought so rested
- your parts' been tested and rejected
- and no longer accepting disrespect from your direction
- grabbing the correct wind leaving a wrecked ship
Track Name: Half Full/Half Empty
- i got room with a thousand cd's in it
- a credit card that's maxxed out to the limit
- i made a bad decision,
- early 30's bringing women to mom & dad's crib and then
- well...you know what happens
- when you're hit with the fact you're not gonna make a living rapping
- doing all this tapping on an mpc's padding
- spending all this cash on equipment in a lavish fashion
- doing shows for free, where promoters can't even squeeze
- a piece of the cheese off for gas moneys
- you can laugh but it ain't funny
- driving from state to state performing for 12 peeps
- doing a set that seems like it'll never end
- for the bartender, bouncer, engineer, promoter and his friend
- yeah, it's obvious we love it
- with a sadomasochistic twist for the public

CHORUS
- take off on tour, merch on the floor
- vocal chords sore still giving yall more
- giving yall more, coming up short
- about to abort but faith gets restored

- i got a room with two broken technic's in it
- a wall of boxes where earbleeding treats sit
- that couldn't move if i tossed them out them out the room
- out the window outside inside a passerby's ride
- got finger that's swole up from hitting this midi controller
- to keep emitting a vulture, to keep my soul in it's holster
- a mutant chip on my shoulder, that's more the size of a boulder
- the look in my eyes is colder, now that i'm older and grown up
- a second breath like a cardiac arrest,
- with a pound to the chest to get me out of this mess
- and i confess, i always did my best
- 101 percent put forth so no regrets
- but with no return, how much oil can you burn
- and until you learn, the curve you can't discern
- disintegration begins to take it's place in
- the processing cycle of an artist and his life goals

CHORUS
- take off on tour, merch on the floor
- vocal chords sore still giving yall more
- giving yall more, coming up short
- about to abort but faith gets restored
Track Name: Father
- damn time flies, thinking back when you were knee high
- ...the most beautiful accident
- that will probably ever happen
- in this lifetime of mine
- in the morning i rise with a thought on my mind
- wondering how much different living would be without this distance
- like waking up to you in the kitchen
- chilling, eating cereal and hearing you
- tell school stories from your point of view
- blue moments on the hour ride after i embark
- don't feel like i failed, more like i kinda missed the mark
- every minute at your soccer games, i treat like gold
- fighting back a tear when you almost score a goal
- or bring home straight a's, chopping away at what was saved
- rewarding your report card even tho it's late
- by a month or two, i'm just trying to do
- the best that i can do, just because it's you
- hoping one day you'll understand, this wasn't in the plan
- but in the grand scheme i'm still a helping hand


- the world has no tape or cup big enough to
- show me what it is i have to measure up to
- to put it in perspective if i was to make reference
- i'm an ant about to climb mount everest
- you've done your best and never less
- whether active in the yard or in a hospital bed
- one of the greatest dad's a son could ever have
- when i was good you'd congrat, when i was bad you'd whoop my ass
- like that time you chased me like a mouse, bouncing from couch to couch
- my only means of escape was a b-line out the house
- every beating had a meaning, a lesson learned
- and i'd never take it back, so no concern
- and thru every up and down, i try to make you proud
- unashamed to say you love me and speak it loud
- and again my eye starts leaking,
- proving all that speaking was never leaving
- the opposite earhole it entered
- i'm now more centered and feel indentured
- well aware that some have one that never bothered
- so i'll never take for granted you, my father.
Track Name: Prelude to a New Life (feat. Teddy Faley)
- given up the fight, waiting for that white light
- to ignite the path to new heights
- family unites, to view their last sights
- spending one last night before a new life
- with courage and heart, and a head full of thoughts
- looking at an familiar body, being slowly torn apart
- stop the medication, increasing the sedation
- start the countdown, and make peace with the savior
- i couldn't imagine a twin losing a sibling
- in good spirits, not a hint of fear given
- still ribbing and cracking jokes
- an occasional tear dripping down the face of kinfolk
- waiting at the front door for the grim reap
- one last smile etched into the memory
- a longer hug for that last drop of love
- that final goodbye, that we all find tough

Teddy Faley:
- Don't get it twisted that's a friend of mine, You should of been sure, that was a friend of yours
- & We should have seen that coming from a thousand yards before 
- We act like there aint nothing wrong, there's somethin wrong of course
- but there was 'normal', then there was you, and you was tryin to find the storm 
- I know that feeling well, but never found it's source,
- until the day I heard that you had found yours
- Yours taught me it torched like a scorched sunrise on some never mind that's forced
- Just wanna gorge ourselves impure until we dull down every thorn
- I still bug on just how kind you was my brother
- Never smirked a smile behind nobody's back or found discouragements to mutter 
- That's a wild god that built you just to break you
- To give your mom an angel just to watch him break your halo 
- And that's why i ask the faithful why they pray to such a-hole
- and I read through our old texts and try to find a payphone
- I won't never write about you, this the last time that I do 
- I ain't good enough at what I do to make it true
Track Name: The Art of Blacking Out (feat. Natalia Bagatelas)
- somebody get cups, somebody get bottles
- somebody get blunts, and we gone get goggles
- now we ain't role models, so we go full throttle
- switch toggled, flipped module
- mind boggled, drink hollow
- somebody got cups, somebody got bottles
- somebody got blunts, now we all got goggles
- you wanna get blown follow, i'm talking sky high tho
- stoned waddle, zoned motto,
- about to win this bone lotto


- pants to the floor, dancing with hoes
- ego stroke til expansion of holes
- swim from the coast to the man in the boat
- creeps get close till their hands on their throat
- prance in a cloak, fantasy zone
- put a staff through her clothes and man, did she moan
- ba-bad to the bone, fan-fancy capone
- tra-trashed out her dome, cra-crashed in a home
- bird bath a must, splash then the bus
- pain in the calf, pulled back it cramped up
- no complaints on the scufs from the carpet munch muff
- tough drank much shots, now he puking guts up
- still half wide awake, so he's screwing up stuff
- nut caked on his pants, lewd view of crude lust
- raw stench on his hand, perfume, cooch musk
- and knew when he bust, he's only doing this once

CHORUS
- running through moments
- mind cannot trace it
- lost in the space is
- words or the places
- liquor scores and erases
- what occurred or the faces
- black the fuck out, black the fuck out

- welcomed to the club with tequila for free
- boots to the knees, skirt just below the cheeks
- shots all night, paid no price
- conversation strike with the man that was nice
- halfway fried, all impressed with his ice
- before she blink twice, undressed with his eyes
- addresses his ride, parked outside
- slide from her girls, dips out on the sly
- dick out as he drives, till they pull in the drive
- slipped inside, drawls pulled to the side
- pokes and he pries till he draws out cries
- howls in the darkness of the pale moonlight
- bowels start to tighten as her frail bruised thighs
- shake and they throb, no latex involved
- both so enthralled, that that couldn't stall
- the alcohol's job, another memory robbed

- don't normally do this on the first night...riiiiight
- i only do this with a person that i...liiiiike
- don't be embarrassed, it's not your fault
- we can handle these needs, like grown adults
- without going to court, not gonna judge your thoughts
- no pressure forced, just let it run it's course

- don't strap up cause wrapper's too...tiiiight
- seemed like a good idea in hind...siiiight
- ball for the cause just like you're taught
- a star turned rock and the cost's your floss
- when you fall in pools of alcohol
- now your tossed in a time line lost

CHORUS
- running through moments
- mind cannot trace it
- lost in the space is
- words or the places
- liquor scores and erases
- what occurred or the faces
- black the fuck out, black the fuck out