MADMANimKELLER

by Lowan the Option

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an introduction to the option

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released March 28, 2016

all songs composed, recorded, produced and mixed by Lowan Lovell Johnston
all songs mastered by Lukas Hamm
(in Berlin)

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Track Name: i-VanityDubPlate
mmm oh, so slow 'n steady wins the race
don't ya know I'm low 'n ready all up in ya face!?
I'll bring jah bass, drums and angel wings to the place
with things 'n space, laced wit' many grins on the faces
the basis of which is my sickly status
unwittingly made it - even the PRICKs OK'd it
I know the way kid, there's a road I paved it
this beat my loot ya dig enroute enslaved it
in cahoots we saved it, sweet like fruit to be tasted
personally caught 'n caged it therefore all forms be waivered
until dawn I'd play it if I had a cool neighbour
but I'm stuck wit' my phones home alone, I'm jus' sayin'...
what a drone - I'm not shakin', fuckin' clone! - I'm cool baby
alright back to the beat, seems you've confused and dazed it
I'll lose and amaze it, prove a feat - I just crazed it
'n now like wit' my girl this vocal I've down-layed it, oh

ah but wait I'm here to put on a show for these people
in a way you could say I'm a bro to these equals
should it lay as if fate one day all will be feeble
let it stay, if I may - churches were gonna always have steeples
does it pay to be late? he lurches towards the horizon
in between gates she perches - mmm mit den thighs, YUM!
clear the slate - thank god we're all gonna die mann
don't fear the skies, gun it to the state line I'm a risin' son
not that it's bad but all's just fads besides dads 'n mums
'n until that day comes count me down for some mad fun
'cause I had that race won 'fore the time 'n the space'd even begun
why I'm glad, oh my it seems I'm a chosen one!?! *guffaws*
never frozen just got bad circulation
as ever dozin' with these dreams of a nation
where you and me, we'd be free of our conscience
guilty as charged, livin' large - oh what nonsense...
"guilty as charged - livin' large, parked in my garage are five fast cars
na klar, if it made it faster I'd fuckin' mine our star" - naaghhh
that's not me, I'm more one for the bicycles it seems
'cause I drink 'n ride but never think to drive, like to blink's implied you know I'd wink here LIVE!
only to be found sunken in a drunken stupor -
I'm a super-dooper MC/DJ/producer
I make the loose get looser, this spoof is proof uh
und wenn du glaubst mir nicht na denn fick dich DU warmduscher!
Track Name: ii-Danny'sDrum
lights are out, the doors are closed
'n well if ya wanna know my plight - hell I'm about to explode!
from where it's always night, here this one flows
just so ya know in case of fight it's might goes straight for the nose!
that's right I'm underground - literally - with thundering sounds
they're quite easily downed as if they smooth 'n round
some lewd shit I've found so I'm a glücklich noun
waitin' ta make my pounds, for more rude bits I'm bound...

danny's drum and it's homegrown funks
"was schlimmes ist es nicht, offensichtlich"
is always fun for those mind-blown skunks
"zu viele spliffs von dem görli gift gekifft zufällig?"
through the depths of time from that low-zone bunker
"ach, fang bitte nicht an mit der scheiß Politik"
shoot some pressed lines ta make ya feel a bit drunker
"nun am vergnügen - die blüten erblühen!"

like a king I use twenty-20, the future vision
I bring plenty why don't you sit up 'n listen
my spit sings wisdom, I hit precision
how fit discretion - I thought you'd learnt ya lesson... "seat down"
for once I'm german, my pounce is lurkin'
check my stance is perkin'! I see my charms are workin'...
hey shrink - I walked a hall to get here
do you think that's weird?? where's my beer?

lights are out, doors are closed
'n well if ya wanna know my plight hell I'm about to explode
from where it's always night - here this one flows
just so ya know in case o' fight it's might goes straight for the nose!
that's right I'm underground literally with thundering sounds
they're quite easily downed as if it's smooth 'n round
some lewd shit I've found so I'm a glücklich noun
waitin' to make my pounds, for more rude bits I'm bound
'cause I got 20-twenty - the future vision
I bring plenty, why don't ya sit up 'n listen!?
my spit sings wisdom, I hit precision
how fit discretion - I thought you'd learned your lesson
for once I'm german, my pounce is lurkin'
check my stance is perkin', I see my charms are working
yea I walked a hall to get here - do ya think that's weird?
man what am I talkin' about I guess that's it, cheers...
Track Name: iii-KomischerPopSong
everybody's gotta eat, right?
sleep tight... oi, be nice!
well maybe not the latter but boy
it would sure be nice to be, right?!
I'd feed quite the splatter
if I was lucky enough to be knifed
'cause each 'n every one of us bleeds, right?
needs to breath, might perform some evil deeds right...

so all you fucks way out where play fair 'n suck back drinks, yea?
blink away stares as ya stink up hair??
well I'm not sure of the former
but the laws o' norms ought ta warn ya
to share 'n care 'n think thoughts declarin'
that ignorin' facts is tactless
in short-hand wackness
'sup with that sham?! I'm gonna take a stand,
make a plan dammit I'm a modern man!
not some sodden fan with my noggin in hands
whinin' about the time the jam it should've slammed
"could've man, 'n would've if the goods were scanned" -
bah, you guys were whingy even for an indie-band
can you understand - I'm a one man big-bang!?
caught 21 son? watch me catch 22:
what the frack you gonna do
when resistance, persistence, existence is futile?
- catch a glimpse of the view since "you've only got a while"

so the trees are dyin' and the bees are dyin'
'n it seems we're lyin' all about these crimes -
against? nature... gotcha picket fence
'n the paper? that's a hefty wager
guess I'll have to take my bass-clef to the stage
one place that is left that ain't a cage
when I bless it the stave's sure not major
known on the corner as the pentatonic saviour
with their sardonic flavours
my supersonic semiquavers wreakin' havoc on ya neighbours
got this swell planet as a favour - not to sell
hell of a way to repay
the forces pavin' the courses and ways for us
creatures wit' features ever changin'
never wainin' like the beaches
what a pain in the breeches we are - larger scale leeches!
'n will our barrage prevail our weakness?
or better still derail mirages as I speak this
get to it y'all 'cause we got pitfalls
I'm talkin' 'bout the gall to call
only shitty factors - such as?
atomickeyreactors unnatural
sure it's a pity but man we're animals
all in all another clan o' fuckin' titty suckin' mammals

some have been known to flee for their lives -
hives flown
while others can't seem to see shite
not me though I'm rife wit' delight, you know why?
'cause I see bright
even on a february bleak night
'n I exceed heights
like some sherpa high on speed might
these words weren't meant to be trite,
concern jesus christ nor cause strife
I think I more meant to pause life
scheiß egal if you're a bored wife or a poor student type
but if you're a prude then I
will allude and pry in my crude sly eye's way
'n then if ya got nought to say then get the fuck out my way
'cause even the queen took a shit today... or maybe yesterday

everybody eats, yea?
drinks right, thinks shit's unfair...
sleeps nights,
stinky hair, goes somewhere??
knows their capacity
to show audacity
as each 'n every one of us... *missesbeat*
Track Name: iv-OldWoman
"old woman look at my life, twenty-six 'n I ain't done shit..."
- besides refine my wit by exercisin' it
these rhymes I spit entwine the mind
with all kinds of divine merit - yea I blare it when I spin it
but they don't hand out cash prizes to the asses-wise, innit
that's why I've been in trainin', my chick just thinks I'm wainin', feignin'
but behind closed doors my shit I'm cainin'
it bores me to be wastin' my time on some'n basic
I know what's mine I've faced it - no more stuck in a stasis
holy fuck I'm amazin' simply because I'm sayin' it
what comes to mind I'm makin' it, never fakin' shit
ever wakin' clits as if they draped in spit, laced with it
I'm talkin' 'bout them quakin' fits...
a spacey cake so to speak, yea I've baked it
it's never weak in the flavour - forever stays rich
and tasty in my kitchen, oh 'n so ya know
when I flow you can call me angelow in his clay-pit

"old woman look at my life, twenty-six 'n I ain't done shit..."
- if you exclude that time I ate some food, payed them dues
I always seem to play it crude, I've even made a move
from one side of this planet to the other dammit
'n that's as wide as it gets 'n I forget to plan shit
I'm just glad that the airplane - they didn't prang it
must've been mad I was fair game - they fuckin' fang it
course I'm scared to be maimed, I ain't insane
here's an intro to my brain though for those who don't yet know me:
I'm the OG mild OCD afflicted MC
styles wicked as I blend these vocal chords with thoughts so plenty
"it's fully sick" - like gangrene? I know you feel that prick 'n pang deep
feel free to thank me for these rubbadubs so skanky
I teach lessons in perfection but there ain't no need to stress them
my speech has blessed them - from cause to effect without question
no exceptions! applause for my collection - I've double 'n triple checked 'em
they'd be no more than scribbles if I'd let them

"old woman look at my life, twenty-six 'n I ain't done shit..."
- save for walk some streets played 'n recorded some beats
then talked over them in rhythms like a whiskey served neat
the squawk out my beak - it's a given like the frisky conserve heat
blurry is the wisdom when one wistfully preserves but can't keep...
yea I've perved on 'shes', murmured words in my sleep
been caught actin' absurdly meek
ain't concerned wit' no cliques or them peeps on the screens
therefore I'm gonna be one who will realise his dreams
in this life I lead - to all the people I meet
whether you're in the sky or simply out on the breeze
it's something to perceive is my general conceit
'n if ya wanna know why then come on up on ya feet, out of them seats
I'm a bonafide propriety
a hiding loner who has time to conceive plots and or schemes
what do I mean? quite a lot but alright here's a sneak-peek
I'm still not sure if it's me or everyone else that's the freeeeeaaakk

"old woman look at my life, twenty-six 'n I ain't done shit..."
- but hang on, I dunno if that's quite bang on
I've certainly mastered this slang not to mention the class of my KLANG is second to none
pertinently have I harangued, you know those not much more than orangutan types
"christ man, whatcha like!? orangutans are nice!!!" *pullscollar*
well once I made wine 'n I've spent my fair share o' time at a sink
where I'd tear, vent lines stare out 'n think
'n ponder, "this lout hasn't gotten groovy at uni!" who me?
I just wander round town as if that wim wenders movie entombs me
blended all together like a smoothie
this universe dispersed - I'm tethered to it loosely
it moves me from A to B blatantly cruisy
could say I'm an infused tea, dude's got nothin' to prove - ssSHHIIIIITt
so you know I wouldn't do this if I wasn't good? - "right..."
'n if I wasn't good well then I probably should - "aight!?"
not rock the mic 'n such the whole damn night
'cause if you see me at sunrise I might just give you a fright, keep that in mind -
bye...