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Fan Theory EP

by Mark Dago

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1.
Quit 02:54
I've had it You can quit Say anything Get stupid Don't know anything Get stupid I've had it You can quit V1. System up Phonic smut Indica In the cut Outta line Lost my mind Apologize Not this rhyme Let me down Come on now Not a sound 'Less it's loud Go higher Spitfire Eye on the prize Ampli-fly-a Rise above I'm tired of I've become The likes of Everything I say Everything I see Mind Awake Never Sleep V2. Revolution Be damned Unseen hand No mans land Modern man With the unclean hands Fight to an end Cram to understand A vision Of your best self Even better Like nothing else Better than Existing on a shelf One you can make Don't need nobodies help Gotta be a way to get through Tell me that you see this too Got better things to do Than to Listen listen listen To you like...
2.
This is what I want you all to do for me This is what I want you all to do for me This is what I want you all to do for me This is what I want you all to do for me Write the songs Hit the streets V1. Break me in all the best ways And all the masks and capes All of them sizes and shapes They all love and they hate Your Royal Highness Rebel without a bias Music inspires riots Punch the air in triumph Not quite my tempo hey yo Not that I'm saying retro More like roundpegs in roundholes Kick out all them pedestals Put you up on that highground With no room to move around Trapped into that mode and sound Where a way out can't be found Should have said it and forgot Felt it was important, not Say again an afterthought Fast forward into facades Tell the sheep what to like Tastemakers on what to try Made to please take a bite Chip away at cracks in ice Go flee that Animal Farm If you're not sure where to start What were doing who we are What we became from the heart New faces look like old ones Hard won wisdom left it open Old trademarks left it broken In my hand this mic I'm holding
3.
Giger 03:21
V1. We begin again Boogeyman Stereogram sketched vintage Ink spilled against it Fistful of demons Enormous uneven Cuts deep the reason Like under the skin deepen Feel the eyes crawl Necronom y’all Singular call Nightmares and all Lovecraft made flesh Dreamscape boxset Genre define fresh Astonish aesthetic The Best Its It’s an elegant renegade Running razorblades Nihilistic as nature plays Haunts my identity Dark dreams they do invade Goes deep into the bone To the code to disobey A who’s who of who’s you Giger A who’s who of who’s you Giger A who’s who of who’s you Giger A who’s who of who’s you Giger V2. Echoes that enhance Screams fill in solitude Kin of the creature Doesn’t play by any rules A certain kind of beauty Blaster overshoot Work through the horrible Horrors all of you Strung out spectre Shape shifting evil Those reactions Said to be real people Turnt to eleven To emulate no equal Everything about it Will kill you straight lethal Every escape route Defense is useless Know the pacing Play with it movement Know what it takes Take it get moving Make the wrong move Tighten the hangmans noose slip Fits of hysteria Splendid savage Hide in the shadows Biomech passage Blood burns based Darkseed acid Imagination alive To run the planet A who’s who of who’s you Giger A who’s who of who’s you Giger A who’s who of who’s you Giger A who’s who of who’s you Giger Doesn’t play by any rules Doesn’t play by any rules Doesn’t play by any rules Doesn’t play by any rules Doesn’t play by any rules Doesn’t play by any rules
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Wet Stunts 03:09
V1. Time for some action Smackin’ These so called combatants Blood and guts Patton Shanty be crabbin’ Deep water fountain Sleep with the fishes Ya think it can’t happen Let them fight on Speak with your hands Hit like a Jaeger python Right on side arm Gypsy Danger Icon Prototype Brawl out bygone All out mic on Tango thriller Techniques iller than most Chrome brutus killer Hail to the victor Press ya hair trigger The push and pull The crossfade drifter Hyperion spit kicker A real driller Don’t get it Don’t let it vick ya Down to the grave digger Watch for the hook Don’t let it hitcha Sucker punch Time for the wet stunts V2. Mic check one two Styles I run through Catch on catch up Standalone gum shoe Dotcom badness Shine all access Dark mark on my foes Logo on the masthead Bboy apostle Archetype colossal Aperture awful Mechanized hostile Cold crush brothers It gets no rougher Blow ya whole cover On some old other like My name is Mark And I’m here to say I rock on the beats In a major way Lord British On the flute loops No delay Shanty calculate BOOBLESS ok Strictly true school What you expect Fear of a Terrordome In full effect Blowin’ up the spot Crosshairs the silhouette Lock stock smokin’ barrel Pop rock intercept When you see me Clear out your mind Hear it Power up co-pilot Divine lyrics Guardian of the grind Never no time To front (front) Time for the wet stunts
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Fan Fiction 02:51

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Lyrics, Words & Vocals By Mark Dago

All songs produced By Lord British (except where noted)* & **

Recorded and Mastered by Lord British at Spaceship Arcade Studios & abroad...

*‘The March Of The Prince’ was produced by DJ Shanty
**'Giger' & 'Wet Stunts' Co-produced by DJ Shanty
All Cuts By DJ Shanty
DJSHANTY.BANDCAMP.COM

Mark Dago likes Shure SM58 Microphones, The Roland Space Echo RE-20 and RPG’s

Lord British likes Rock, Roll and Shmups

DJ Shanty likes Korg Keyboards, Canon Cameras and Hack N Slash

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Rest 30 Records
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released March 1, 2017

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