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.

Giraffter Hours

by Notebook Noise

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Purchasable with gift card

     

1.
It’s something I can’t get away from. It’s a pulse. It’s a mechanism. It’s a list of words and challenges. It’s a specific rhythm. It’s how some people love your art and never about those that don’t. Blood sweat and tears, green bud, sex and beers Fighting brotherly to fighting other peers Noise settles nicely into each and every nook Whether its’ the neat and clean or fit for a crook Or even crook catcher with crotch piece and cape Only Bob Ross could out stroke the landscape Now where are those happy little trees? My stellar raw rhyme, van dyke brown emcees I’m shitting on ‘em, Did you see what I did there? Open up and let underneath your lid peer Buck mow (mau-), bug ‘em out like a cartoon Like the first time music made your longing heart swoon So choosy about your sound you think it’s so choice Swear if you could get it out the whole scene’ll rejoice But nah, you’re lame and sound like a drone So indistinct you should prolly leave the mic alone Chorus: Beautiful brush strokes, I’ll kill you You aint shit, look at your production And all the empty rows you should’ve had ducks in You Teddy Rukspin, you could never pull a care bear I’m taller in pictures and have a debonair stare Install these scriptures, at times have a rare square No joking or smoking, unless you had some spare gear Cos I don’t want you in on my daily ration The way you carrying on in such fashion Hype is hype, and then there’s looking like an ass If you care to gripe, I’m at a level you can’t surpass Notebook is special care, words get more attention You’s a tool, I thought you’d try and throw a wrench in Ahoy matey, but only pirates drive my nuts See what I did there, the wit never falls in ruts Know no gorges, could stop a flow so gorgeous Noise is no mess, with rhymes so enormous
2.
My self-esteem is healthy, I’m my own best hater If a stripper had a kid, I would probably still date her I’m kinda like a stripper too, only I’m a emcee Tattoo’s and a kid, bank account empty I’m staying with (Mafatha), but I got my own car Wouldn’t blame ya none, if you don’t think I’m goin’ far I second guess myself, I was taught to think twice And now it’s got me looking like I’m the wrong price Cash only, you won’t offer house credit If you’re between the lines? Then yeah I read it. A sudden smirk and her bottom lip is bitten I’m looking at her like I’m strip club smitten Similar interest is just what this night needs Eyes beaming, trying to make the right reads Forget your fetish, I’m a friggin human being Look at me like someone you could see yourself seeing Most of my nights end alone and in headphones 3x And maybe one night they’ll end alone in you. I told everyone at the table whilst drinking at Jersey’s What was all minsie’s and what was all hersie’s @nmyrent and @ptothed22 Cos they was both tweeting it too I’m a 7 and I think I’m okay with that rating I think it says more about the girl I’m dating Unless she’s a 7 too then everything is fine He hopes she smokes pot, she hopes he drinks wine More similar than similar intrest There goes the angles and there go the inference Back to single and everything that that entails Take down the picture frames, but leave in the nails Switch out the photos get the sheets from the dryer Don’t answer, and let the text thread expire Go drink with the guys cheers here’s to honor If you can’t…
3.
I never really cared that she dated other dudes So how she gonna bitch that I’m picky with my foods I left her alone on all her imperfections But still she came back with her interjections Uh you’re so short, don’t you ever eat Did you get a job? What’s that on your feet? Are those fat laces? Did those come with the shoes? What were you thinking, when you got those tattoos? Bloodshot embers weakening to ashes Often I sat there, lost in those lashes I’m not too concerned with your thoughts on my physique Or if my clothes make me the wrong kind of unique You forgot to bitch about these songs I make So confused between the real and fake You know why I can’t work thanks for the low blow It doesn’t take a Gza to see this wont grow Lets let the last of these ashes float into the air And you can close your eyes and watch me disappear
4.
Tap the grinder, tap the grinder real well, Some you know, but some you can never tell. 3 keep a secret, as long as 2 are dead I keep a beat wet straight from the head. Yo Johnny T, yo you think that you and me, Can break this off with the guy Asa P. Helps, helps if you know something, And if pitching in helps if you can throw something’ Little bit here little bit there, yo diversify, Tap the grinder, see if you could verse less high. Empty tempting left less to crave, Forced appetite to acquire more brave. Done With Gears, metaphor: spinning wheels Barely tracking what was once close heels. Lost somewhere along the way somehow I got no more excuses, I just got right now. Tap the grinder, tap the grinder all night Bless your soul, thinking you’re at new height Fly away and call it inner sanctuary But with the come down come the inner worry Come what may sound a bit cliché But if you’re too crutched out, shit there goes your day Dreams, dreamt up for you to hold something And if you water seeds maybe you can mold something Little bit here little bit there, yo diversify Tap the grinder, see if you could verse less high. Bursting worsening left more to save, Forced insight to inspire less grave Meatier mediums require more taters Must be doing something right, inspired more haters Found somewhere between was, and what will be Trying to get more y’all, so y’all can get more me
5.
I feel like some Newcy Browns let’s do this My name is Noise yo, but you knew this Stay legit son, loose the numb noodle You’re missing so much, with rhymes that brutal You killed it son, the tracks no longer beating You got style like Z Cavarrichi pleating What you gonna show us next the damn tight roll Thinking you’re at the bar, you’re freight low You’re a boldface hater, and a hip hop dissenter In Hip Hop’s framed house, you wouldn’t be a splinter Or even dust on a fad gone bad Thinking you fly-guy, yous the wrong kind of rad It’s Notebook son, raw nerd-word murderer So mentally challenged you couldn’t blur the drrrrrr. I’m with Lloyd and Harry and Charlie Babbitt Playing keep away from Lenny with a dead rabbit No, No, No No he’s not retarded (sample from 16 Candles) I am unequivocally high, In other words I dream right through the sky Cloud 9? Nah. I’m on 909 That’s 900 more than your average divine Underground flow outer space brain Capital letters seeking capital gain Transformation, rehabilitation Bigger appetite and stronger legs chasing I am unequivocally driven I’ll still thrive, after I’m done living Go ahead ask a clairvoyant Magical medium, spirit download torrent Save as, extract all files Open with, adapt all styles I love haters, I hate biters I eat sharks, and train good fighters
6.
I think it’s incredible with rhymes so forgettable That some of these emcees think their so sweatable Nobodies sweating you guy, that’s just swass Your rhymes ain’t fly dude, that’s just grass So puff puff pass that mic right out ya hands And just being a fan should be your new plans Cos all your rhymes is sub par for underground And you’re not fresh, rapping over any sound You ain’t profound, you ain’t putting in work I had to hide you on fb, you post like a jerk On and on and on, etc, et al. I would pound this one with #epicfail The good fight is not always the right one And your fire don’t compare to this bright sun Suckers lining up like it’s a damn talent show Hoping they spit that new, that everybody know And I guess if notebook knows anything at all It’s how to look good falling so short of tall I’m not flashy, nor concerned with stature But when you holding that mic you aint looking that sure And if that’s pure you’re surely looking shook You got the ingredients but don’t know how to cook You got the hunger, but you got shit for a palette You’d prolly eat the twinkie and skip the scallop If Notebook’s in the kitchen you’ll eat what I make you And if we start to trip out, you’ll go where I take you Can’t get your weight up, can’t get your weight right This is just the pre-party, you’re thinking this is late night You don’t want none of this Notebook rhyme management I’m so sick, you can’t mentally challenge shit I’ll crush physical forms and philosophical fodder You look high and low, but wont find none odder Debonair dope boy, raw rhyme renegade Fronting like I’m too fresh, looking like I’m hella played I’m rhyming hot soup, call me lentil grade I’m rhyming so cool, call me mental shade Notebook’s the name, an evil rhyming sort Word murderer, killing rhymes for sport
7.
Smooth criminal a real beat breaker Coppers never heard of a higher stake taker Lab ART subliminal Banksy shout Lab smart minimal lengths see drought You rhyme like an assistant droppin’ beekers And front like your in a lab building heat-seekers You’re like a mento’s soda pop fountain Telling us, you drop science inside a mountain That’s cool guy keep it futuristic Or old school, Do you happen to have this dick You got Christ on your chest, that’s nice Do you think he’d approve of being that ice Noise knows and he’s got the right solution Highly regarded for his strong constitution And for all the choice cuts strung in the hookery His coined catalog is called “The Bookery” This goes out to all the displace originals, This goes out to all their in place fakers, this goes out to all the big wall builders and this goes out to all the barrier breakers Thumb through gumshoe try and find clues Skim over rover or park it and peruse Noise rhymes read as well as they sound And they cuddle up like feel, felt, found Raw yall, Roald Dahl, L. Rawls and aerosol Thought he was Cobra Kai, he’s more like Care Bear claw Couldn’t carve out curves nor cluck out caws Thought he was fresh trying to get his yes yawls Pshaw he couldn’t get a beet at a Schrute farm Called em darts but dude couldn’t shoot harm Sorry dude, when music’s on I really listen And I could quickly quip about everything missing New school Notebook, gnarly example The bookery bang big, fly through trample Raw rhyme regular, never unravel Mother Brain mothership, space sound travel
8.
Running all sideways, all through the kitchen She didn’t expect to be acting all drunk kitten Glassy eyed, mouthing nom nom nom Trying to nuzzle right up under my arm I hollered at the show, she liked that I could read It’s all Mary J., it’s all that I need We melted at the gate with a kiss on the lips I followed up the stairs, pov on those hips She gave me a juice box, and a permanent smile I said if you’ll have me, I could be back in awhile We did well at the show, we were both still funny And had another 8 days of feeling so money Brand new artwork, another pretty mermaid Little lion girl, with her aquatic brigade Tattoos, Polaroid’s, and a shit ton of tap water Bowls of Fruity Pebbles, chilling with my daughter All I wanna do...Is superchillin with you. Yeah girl, I really like you If you didn’t have a seat, I would still bike you Come here girl, you’ve got something on your face Pavlov would be proud of our pace Hella reinforcements, all in the positive My tuft loves the scratch your fingers give A whole calendar worth of Friday notes A whole notebook full of and funny quotes Brownies from Walgreens, Wendy’s Drive Thru Even the Wendy’s lobby, we’re known to dine too Snacks to the face, and art on the wall I’m so glad to be part of it all We’re in the kitchen, cooking or baking We’re all love and it’s here for the taking It’s pretty obvious, you know all I wanna do Is build this life and spend it all with you After I say good night, I say I can’t wait to see you in the morning. I love you.
9.
Whiskey flavored nipples and diamonds in the grass The Mermaid get what she want, with that ass No hands she wants to jerk it all night O. Thaddeus goes slow she can’t hold tight She rides him all day into the horizon The feeling felt right, exciting and surprising He had a black eye, shape of a heart He was looking for love, could see it in the art Green Mead notebook, 90 sheet wide ruled One subject, depending how the odds pooled What’s in favor, and what’s the genre The Swagger Jackers get a brand new mantra Love it or leave it, the haters are gonna hate He hollered on the street, kissed her at the gate She took him to the sea, he brought her on land She rode him so hard, O couldn’t even stand Ginger was not a siren, more of a femme fatal O. was a giraffe on the brink of feeling magical He wasn’t hocus pocus, seemed more spiritual She couldn’t talk with hands, so all her words were lyrical When they didn’t speak they just kissed conversations It was becoming harder to define their separations Were they in the water or a coffee covered canvas The eyes of mere mortals couldn’t seem to handle this One paper tiger, in a sea of charged dandelions Started to morph into two drunk kittens crying Eating Fruity Pebbles out of bowls full of liquor They shared the kind of fetishes that made most sicker I’m gonna eat your face, throw it up and show ya And then she licks it up again and he says slower A couple of 7’s, in love like they’re 10’s Getting wet for markers and getting hard for pens
10.
Nothing quite as lovely as cookie dough batter In a large bowl, dry ingredient adder Eggs and butter at room temperature Into the butter, sugar, brown sugar stir Mix until creamy, then mix in the vanilla I don’t use a mixer so it’s a wrist killer So I always mix the dry real slow In about ten minutes the ovens good to go Preheat that thing up to 375 Stir in the chips, we’ll be all the way live Load that spoon, get the first taste Make sure the ingredients are in their place Out the oven to the cooling rack Fill it up, before we start to stack Soft and chewy these cookies are freezer bound Eat a couple more before the Tupperware sound I want some chocolate chip cookies You want some chocolate chip cookies Raw dough I got dips on a beater Recipe for legacy could not be sweeter I never used a mixer but now I do Now a batch can easily be two We can bake half and save half for later Spoonfuls of batter stole from refrigerator C is for cookie, dunk them in your coffee I get ‘em from the freezer and they chew softly Fold them in half for a cold milk dunk My daughter Dee used to call milk lunk So little lunky Dee likes to bake with me Maybe one day we’ll have a bakery And everyone who comes in gets a free cakepop On the house of course, we’re glad you made the stop So how many cookies? How many cupcakes? Don’t be gluttonous we don’t want tummy aches But if you want one, give this here a try It’s a raw dough sandwich, we call it cookie dough pie
11.
Life is precious and life is fleeting I want a story that’s worth rereading Highlighted with dog-eared pages With the advice to advance life stages Hi I’m Notebook, I really like duskets And I got a whole list of must gets I got a strange tongue, people say I talk weird Say they never could, say they’re too scared Could never rap in front of so many people And I say, “this really ain’t so many people” Well I know, but still. Do you know what I mean? “Sure, public speaking really aint your scene” It’s not mine either, but I like to story tell and dance I’ll always run the risk, I like how excites the chance That maybe we’ll find something we can hold And when they retell it, it’ll be one of the best ever told I got a bad wrist it’s been a dark cloud I got a strange tongue, ya‘ll been a great crowd. I got a bad wrist it’s hurting right now I got a strange tongue, I can show you how. I got a bad wrist, I got a strange tongue I’ve got a good mind to try and outrun Any dream, goal or past endeavor That had me confused that I might be cleaver I never settle, my sediments are restless Double edged sentiments are your best guess I always mean much more than I’m saying I’d rather haiku than ever start praying From 17 syllables to 16 bars I plot words like I’m mapping out stars I don’t need to tell yous folk to get telescopes To illuminate and embellish hopes Ya’ll know how to dream and set your placemats I’ll displace cats who aren’t ready to face facts Got no time to catch fire, and no intention to coddle My throw away rhymes are better than what you model.
12.
It’s something I can’t get away from. It’s a pulse. It’s a mechanism. It’s a list of words and challenges. It’s a specific rhythm. It’s how some people love your art and never about those that don’t. Blood sweat and tears, green bud, sex and beers Fighting brotherly to fighting other peers Noise settles nicely into each and every nook Whether its’ the neat and clean or fit for a crook Or even crook catcher with crotch piece and cape Only Bob Ross could out stroke the landscape Now where are those happy little trees? My stellar raw rhyme, van dyke brown emcees I’m shitting on ‘em, Did you see what I did there? Open up and let underneath your lid peer Buck mow (mau-), bug ‘em out like a cartoon Like the first time music made your longing heart swoon So choosy about your sound you think it’s so choice Swear if you could get it out the whole scene’ll rejoice But nah, you’re lame and sound like a drone So indistinct you should prolly leave the mic alone Chorus: Beautiful brush strokes, I’ll kill you You aint shit, look at your production And all the empty rows you should’ve had ducks in You Teddy Rukspin, you could never pull a care bear I’m taller in pictures and have a debonair stare Install these scriptures, at times have a rare square No joking or smoking, unless you had some spare gear Cos I don’t want you in on my daily ration The way you carrying on in such fashion Hype is hype, and then there’s looking like an ass If you care to gripe, I’m at a level you can’t surpass Notebook is special care, words get more attention You’s a tool, I thought you’d try and throw a wrench in Ahoy matey, but only pirates drive my nuts See what I did there, the wit never falls in ruts Know no gorges, could stop a flow so gorgeous Noise is no mess, with rhymes so enormous
13.
I feel like some Newcy Browns let’s do this My name is Noise yo, but you knew this Stay legit son, loose the numb noodle You’re missing so much, with rhymes that brutal You killed it son, the tracks no longer beating You got style like Z Cavarrichi pleating What you gonna show us next the damn tight roll Thinking you’re at the bar, you’re freight low You’re a boldface hater, and a hip hop dissenter In Hip Hop’s framed house, you wouldn’t be a splinter Or even dust on a fad gone bad Thinking you fly-guy, yous the wrong kind of rad It’s Notebook son, raw nerd-word murderer So mentally challenged you couldn’t blur the drrrrrr. I’m with Lloyd and Harry and Charlie Babbitt Playing keep away from Lenny with a dead rabbit No, No, No No he’s not retarded (sample from 16 Candles) I am unequivocally high, In other words I dream right through the sky Cloud 9? Nah. I’m on 909 That’s 900 more than your average divine Underground flow outer space brain Capital letters seeking capital gain Transformation, rehabilitation Bigger appetite and stronger legs chasing I am unequivocally driven I’ll still thrive, after I’m done living Go ahead ask a clairvoyant Magical medium, spirit download torrent Save as, extract all files Open with, adapt all styles I love haters, I hate biters I eat sharks, and train good fighters
14.
Nothing quite as lovely as cookie dough batter In a large bowl, dry ingredient adder Eggs and butter at room temperature Into the butter, sugar, brown sugar stir Mix until creamy, then mix in the vanilla I don’t use a mixer so it’s a wrist killer So I always mix the dry real slow In about ten minutes the ovens good to go Preheat that thing up to 375 Stir in the chips, we’ll be all the way live Load that spoon, get the first taste Make sure the ingredients are in their place Out the oven to the cooling rack Fill it up, before we start to stack Soft and chewy these cookies are freezer bound Eat a couple more before the Tupperware sound I want some chocolate chip cookies You want some chocolate chip cookies Raw dough I got dips on a beater Recipe for legacy could not be sweeter I never used a mixer but now I do Now a batch can easily be two We can bake half and save half for later Spoonfuls of batter stole from refrigerator C is for cookie, dunk them in your coffee I get ‘em from the freezer and they chew softly Fold them in half for a cold milk dunk My daughter Dee used to call milk lunk So little lunky Dee likes to bake with me Maybe one day we’ll have a bakery And everyone who comes in gets a free cakepop On the house of course, we’re glad you made the stop So how many cookies? How many cupcakes? Don’t be gluttonous we don’t want tummy aches But if you want one, give this here a try It’s a raw dough sandwich, we call it cookie dough pie

about

This is the final installment of the Strange Tongue trilogy. Here is just a small selection from heaps of remixes. I feel blessed to have had so many languages in my inbox. I really wish I would've kept better track of the demographics and actual total of remixes I've heard.

I'd like to thank everyone that is remixing my acapellas. I wish I could have included everything.

credits

released November 20, 2013

All vocals taken from Strange Tongue by Notebook Noise
written by J. Mroz aka Thaddeus James
Superchillin' lyrics written by J. Mroz & Johnny Cosmic
notebooknoise.bandcamp.com/album/strange-tongue
Strange Tongue was recorded, mixed and mastered by John Gray at Melody Sunrise Studios
melodysunrise.bandcamp.com

1. Bob Ross Is Dead (Awesome Music Place Remix) www.facebook.com/AwesomeMusicPlace
awesomemusicplace.pl
2. Most Of My Nights (Headphone Wood) (Pawloero Remix)
soundcloud.com/pawloeros-remixes
3. Bloodshot Embers (Asa Phelps Remix)
asaphelps.bandcamp.com
www.facebook.com/asaphelpschicago
4. Tap The Grinder (Pawloero Ssc 79 Remix)
soundcloud.com/pawloeros-remixes
5. Newcy Browns (Danny Phillips Tyneside Remix)
soundcloud.com/dannyphillips2
6. The Good Fight (Marksio Remix)
Sampel : The Animals - House of the Rising Sun (1964)
soundcloud.com/marksio
7. The Bookery (Andre Ngo Remix)
soundcloud.com/andre-ngo
8. Superchillin' (Awesome Music Place Remix)
www.facebook.com/AwesomeMusicPlace
awesomemusicplace.pl
9. Swagger Jackers (Pawloero Remix)
soundcloud.com/pawloeros-remixes
10. Cookies ft. LULUTRON (Andre Ngo Remix)
soundcloud.com/andre-ngo
11. Strange Tongue (Vin Rizzo Remix)
www.facebook.com/RizzoProductions

Bonus Tracks:
Bob Ross Is Dead (Aro13.09 Remix)
soundcloud.com/anr13
FourTwenty (ft. Notebook Noise & Hanzo Reiza) by Rotek_
soundcloud.com/rotekdubstep
Cookies ft. LULUTRON (Antonio Forester Remix)
soundcloud.com/antonioforester

HUGE shout to Vin Rizzo for mixing/mastering all these different tracks.
www.facebook.com/RizzoProductions

ALBUM ARTWORK BY Joe Sampson
www.behance.net/cre8ivejoe

license

tags

about

Notebook Noise Chicago

All albums are FREE to download.

Full bio available at FB or Soundcloud link. For a daily dose of NN follow on Twitter.

contact / help

Contact Notebook Noise

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Report this album or account

Notebook Noise recommends:

If you like Notebook Noise, you may also like: