Abductees Fleeing

by Hoose

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"Freedom is a falsity. All of mankind is bound; every individual is held slave to some entity. Here's my attempt to break free - flee with me."
-Hoose

Abductees Fleeing is the debut release from experimental hip-hop artist Hoose. Produced, mixed and mastered by Hoose himself, the young artist explores the ties that bind.

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released December 16, 2014

Production: Hoose
Mixing and Mastering: Hoose
Album Art: Hoose
Features: Fratwell (track 7 intro voice)
Consulting: Barracuda Joe, Prez Carter, Fratwell, DJ Wilkzilla, J. Barnstomp, Uncle Phillips, Chola Tina, Xmas Evey, TFEF

Twitter: @HooseMusic

To you, the listener - thank you and I hope you enjoy the album.

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Track Name: Ebola (bound by disease)
WAKE UP

AND NOW WE BEGIN

Up up and now I’m in it
Freeze me till I’m finished
Squirmin cuz it’s hurtin
Pain says humans will be diminished

Can’t see the ties yet I cannot break free
Nothin’s really changed since I was just me

Fuckin kerchief in my mouth
Can’t speak I just growl
Tube in my stomach
AH I void my bowels
Dowels under my back, knees, neck and jowls
Cold towels – froze again – but hey
Look at me now

Got ice on my wrists, ice on my neck
Send me to the streets, now I got respect

Can’t see the ties yet I cannot break free
Nothin’s really changed since I was just me

Up up and now I’m in it (x4)
CUT

Come close, come close, yes children… It’s story time.
Track Name: RA \w/ AR (bound by battle)
Give me war (x15)
LET ME HIT YOU WITH WAR

Hands up like don’t shoot (x8)

Ridin’ round shinin’ like I can afford it (x2)
Boss Hog’s got a gun I can’t ignore it (he’s got a gun up) (x2)
Ride steady in the whip – now I floor it (x2)
Well he caught up
Now I’m in for it
Barrel to the head
I hope he don’t pull it

And now it’s
Hands up like don’t shoot (x8)

Scrape the ground with my knees
Fast track to no teeth
Car keys, police gonna take em from me
Fast track to the back of the bee hive
Queen Bee’s gonna love seein’ me die
Gold stars for No Mister Nice Guy
Silver wrists, second class for the nice try

It’s still
Hands up like don’t shoot (x8)

Give me war (x15)
LET ME HIT YOU WITH WAR
Track Name: Pendulous Limbs and Ambient Hearts (bound by fear)
Slipped out the back
How’d he do it?
Punch was packed
Guard (God) was foolish
Grabbed the keys
Unleashed the gruelish
On looks the beast
And now we movin’

The bureau knows
What were we doin’?
Nowhere to go
What were we provin’?
In the chair she dreams
He flips the lever
And now she screams
The stream it move her

Lifeless she is
But the body movin’
What the hell is this?
Reanimation

Now we gotta get movin’ (x4)
Track Name: Candy House (bound by system)
GO
Candy (x7)

It ain’t sweet livin’ in a Candy House (x8)

There’s a lot you never knew about this world
Little girls twirlin’ skirts in the streets, hair curled
Now watch this unfurl
Lights swirl the block shinin’ off the little child’s pearls
Well those are what daddy gave her
Sellin’ all that fuckin’ candy just to save her
Savor that flavor the cotton candy lights take her to a new home
Candy House for the matchmaker

It ain’t sweet livin’ in a Candy House (x8)

Now the little one’s all grown up
Makin’ new daddy proud is a must
He thinks she’s sweet, she thinks he’s all she’s got
So she gives up the Starburst
As the cherry flavor wears out
Daddy starts to lash out
Punch to the face
And some cherry comin’ out her mouth
Her neighbors told her call him out
But she’s too scared to call them now
She’s reachin’ for the trigger now

It ain’t sweet livin’ in a Candy House (x8)

Liquor stout on his breath
His new candy is the meth
Now she’s scared to death
It’s too bad cuz now she’s

Dead.
Track Name: Smooth General (bound by authority)
AH SHIT

Ah shit
Now he punched me
Make me think of people drugged up and hungry
So sorry is
What they told me
Brush it up under the rug with a 40
As if it ain’t staged
As if it ain’t planned
The government know what they doin’ with their Gangland
Shooter’s up, Uncle Sam, show me your hand
Someone’s gotta be a damn man UH

Left left left right left (x4)

Listen to your leader, Smooth General (x8)

March in that lockstep
Never forget
That letter you sent
As you wept
Your mom kept pressin’ on
Bent out of shape
And your pa spent
Tax exempt money
On your death bed honey
No, it ain’t funny
But it’s funny how
The moneyless payin’ the most
For the death
I promise I
Won’t spend eternity in this trunk
Cunning is revenge
And the days stay sunny
Money for you, dear
And the clock keeps running (x8)

Left left left right left (x4)

And the cop keeps runnin’ (x4)
Track Name: Complacent Minds of the Western World (bound by tongue)
Ain’t gonna run unless you’ve got guns hun (muffled)

You’ll never be heard if you don’t speak up
Track Name: Divergent Titan (bound by power) [ft. Fratwell]
[Fratwell]:
Hey, let's get a little crazy.

[Hoose]:
MOTHERFUCK YOU (x2)

I am the holiest
Motherfuckers controllin’ us
I am not of this world
I’m just cuffed and under this Holocaust
Cops with their blunderbuss
Poppin’ shots at the wondrous
Try my – I am the thunderous
Smite you with the might – I’m just

Divergent Titan WAH (x3)
Everybody riot WAH
Divergent Titan WAH (x3)
Everybody riot WAH

Alright let’s drop that dumb shit

Drop (x2)

Drop, drop, drop your weapons now (x3)
Drop, drop

AKs, ARs
Oh the feelin’s so sweet when you play God
Round YAWK YAWK YAWK when you play God
Know that devils only die when you stake heart
I’ve played my part
But these days free speech is a lost art
Come apart when these words come from my heart
Beat me down cuz you’re scared of what I’ll start

I thought I told you to
Drop, drop, drop your weapons now (x3)
Drop, drop

AKs, ARs (x5)
Oh the feelin’s so sweet when you play God
Round YAWK YAWK YAWK when you play God
Know that devils only die when you stake heart
I’ve played my part
But these days free speech is a lost art
Come apart when these words come from my heart
Beat me down cuz you’re scared of what I’ll start

Playing my God
Has its perks along with its withdraws
Puttin’ people in the sights of your hair cross
Probably gonna fuck around and piss this titan off

AKs, ARs (x6)
Track Name: Ferguson (bound by death)
BREAK IT DOWN NOW

So near
Facin’ fear
Death’s a clear way out
What a year
Pro-pro-pro-probe in my ear
Come here, put a fist in your beard
Sincere is my hate for you dear
Shed tears and I brace in my chair
These shocks are erasing my fear
Death’s a clear way out
What a year
Blood’s streaming out the ears
Clenchin’ fists on my beard
Sincere is my hate for your chair now (x2)
Aliens relate to the police
Cleanin’ up the streets like chlorine
Get pumped up to kill with their taurine
Now what have they ever done for me?
Sweepin’ up the streets
And you’d never believe
How clean they would be
Without you or me
Thank UFO for streamin’ your beam
Beamer gon’ dance
FEMA gon’ scream
What’s the gov gon’ do when some
Fucks in the sky be takin’ all their dreams?

Nation’s in a war and we’re sinkin’
Fightin’ ourselves – what we thinkin’?

UH
So near
Facin’ fear
Death’s a clear way out
What a year
Pro-pro-pro-probe in my ear
Come here, put a fist in your beard
Sincere is my hate for you dear
Shed tears and I brace in my chair
These shocks are erasing my fear
Death’s a clear way out
What a year
Blood’s streaming out the ears
Clenchin’ fists on my beard
Sincere is my hate for your chair now (x2)
Aliens relate to the police
Cleanin’ up the streets like chlorine
Get pumped up to kill with their taurine
Now what have they ever done for me?
Sweepin’ up the streets
And you’d never believe
How clean they would be
Without you or me
Thank UFO for streamin’ your beam
Beamer gon’ dance
FEMA gon’ scream
What’s the gov gon’ do when some
Fucks in the sky be takin’ all their dreams?

Nation’s in a war and we’re sinkin’
Fightin’ ourselves – what we thinkin’?

Free speech ain’t a thing when you’re between
Tight grasps and a motherfuckin’ guillotine
Pigs love takin’ shots when you’re sixteen
Pigs love when your blood’s kinda Sistine
Mom sad cuz her son’s on the ceiling
Mom mad cuz the murder had no meaning
Car runnin’ out front, now it’s peeling
Outside no sun for the ceiling
Now she bout to murder murder murder, kill kill kill
Track Name: The Future of Caged Being (bound by mind)
Let’s take a walk in my shoes, huh?

You ain’t never been cuffed
Til your mind’s down in the dumps
Dump-dump rounds
In your head’s trunk
Things go bump in the night
When you’re dead drunk
But that’s the only way
To keep you from a gun

And I cannot live with myself
Goin’ crazy can you get me some help
And I cannot live with myself
Goin’ crazy can you get me some help

It ain’t the world got me captivated
More like my mind’s held captive, ain’t it
Sad how people accepted the fate
Of time, space and matter all bein’ made up
It’s all technology this
And technology that
Well RATATATAT on your mind
How’s that, MUFUCKA?
Fuck, I’m stuck down in a spiral
Down in the muck
And the grime
And the hate
What a rut
I am in
Depression is a royal fuck (x2)

Simmer me down
I am drowning and burning
The plague on my mind
Is annihilating my time spent on
Friends, family and communication
I’m out of this world
But inside of this nation
I’m still crying
And dying
Inside of my womb
As I’m baking

I’m trying to get you to understand what I’m thinking
This world’s fucked up and it’s got me unlinking

And I cannot live with myself
Goin’ crazy can you get me some help
And I cannot live with myself
Goin’ crazy can you get me some help
Track Name: Battery Charge (bound by NO ONE, MOTHERFUCKER)
Hit em with a hammer
Splatter brain matter
All over the damn planet
Click, clack
Hear the pain clatter
Spark the change
Battery charge ‘fore the flags tattered
GO

MURDER MURDER, KILL KILL (x2)

WAIT
What’s the matter?
Hear the pitter-patter of the youth’s feet
On a silver platter
Chalk it up to the crime pattern
Serve em up
Chief’s full
Don’t know which part’s sadder:
Kids as ingredients for the cop’s cake batter?
Or the fact their wallets,
Not their bellies,
Keep gettin’ fatter?
Both the former and the latter
Keepin’ Candy House glass ceilings from getting shattered
Let’s flee
Let’s flee
Start our own nation on Saturn
Battery charge
Battery makin’ me madder

MURDER MURDER, KILL KILL (x2)

Mistletoes?
Mister’s absurd
How bout you kiss the fuckin’ metal
When the missiles turn?
I’ve got big big plans
For all of you with a wristwatch
Turn back time
To when you watchin’ Bedrock
YAWK
Guess Bam Bam got you with a headshot
Think you can escape Death’s Grips
When you get got?
Oh your mom’s sad?
Oh your family’s cryin’?
What a shock
Twist plot
Ca-ca-caught up with Goliath
Bring it on back
And you thought I was the one lyin’?
Battery charge for the damn kids
So they quit dyin’

MURDER MURDER, KILL KILL (x4)

Been seein’ a lot of stuff out there
I think it’s stuff we can change
I mean, I’m not tellin’ you to go out and start a war

MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER, KILL KILL KILL KILL (x2)

I’m not tellin’ you to be a hero
Just say somethin’

MURDER MURDER MURDER MURDER, KILL KILL KILL KILL (x2)

When we’ve got kids dying
Something needs to be said
Have a voice
Speak your mind
Tell them they’re wrong

RA

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