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Raw Seafood
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Alternative Rap
Raw Seafood was released on April 11, 2025 by Chinese Man Records as a part of the album The Frenzy of Bacchus
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Release DateApril 11, 2025
LabelChinese Man Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ASM
ASM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Bambach
Benjamin Bambach
Songwriter, Arranger
Maik Schindler
Maik Schindler
Songwriter, Arranger
Adam Simmons
Adam Simmons
Songwriter, Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin Bambach
Benjamin Bambach
Producer
Maik Schindler
Maik Schindler
Producer
Adam Simmons
Adam Simmons
Producer

Lyrics

Eating dinner in my B-Boy stance - born winner
Wait until you see me dance to prime Dilla
Entering a fiendish trance
Type serene like Shalim in Harimi pants, get up
Get a whiff of that storytelling cinematic voyage
Monomyth, emblematic mind soilage
Tit for tat, pure coitus for the ear holes
Spoilers: never too pleasant when we get old
Bitters sweet notes on the foam of my Pisco
Bring the free folk from the farm to the discotheque
Flex the pecs to get dancefloors wet
Perplexed the fest cant keep hands off F
Rest the benevolent chieftain
Cheers ring true through terrains of the fiefdom
Plains to the beaches, and back to the peaks, son
The kinda trip to make your feet numb
When we run tings, dem shits nah run we
Dictate trajectory to the Nth degree
Inspect how we infect the screen
And keep tabs on it like a referee, c’mon
Play ball, napalm like rain falls
Flame sparks by sonic wave force
Break vaults and find I gotta bone to pick
These young bloods’ only expertise is holding dick
And not saying stool
For real it ain't cool when you got more face tattoos than days in school
Or basic tools to communicate the true feeling
Let me close the knowledge gaps like a tooth filling, yo
Embedded and cemented in a future vision
New rendition coming straight out the soup kitchen
Grape juice swigging
Mess around and have your crew missing
They call it death by tongue
Take breath from lungs
Sling Japanese beef by the metric tonne re-
Verse hypnotic how the sceptre spun y’all
Set it off, Mind came to set the sun
Left field resurrect the funk, magnetic
The fly synergetic to level the synthetic
To flex only success is dishonesty
But how to square remaining competitive with modesty?
A lot of shit is watered down sonically
But human communication is non-verbal to a
Large degree, sharp archery,
Bare feet touch earth when we part the sea
Raid crates grand larceny, still ravaging
Dust-filled the dim-lit basements, attics
Phase shift, static, sketch schematics for the
Floor plan.. war dance
Bottle of Hibiki with my name on it
Came to the parade just to rain on it
The monsoon harpoon sniper rifle made of whale tooth
inhale by the pale moon word up
I am the suede in the wallies only
Mingle with a few distinguished colleagues
Landscape painter of sorts, to be precise
The mic is held forth like the flame of a torch ey yo
Illuminate beyond the eyesight with impervious light
And these words that I write under curtains of night
craft prose in the rose garden
Rogue squadron classed as post-modern
Raw soul with the vision of Paul Scholes
Monochrome with the pot of gold off-road
All told, beach cruise raw Seafood
Glide through the track like Zizou
Written by: Adam Simmons, Benjamin Bambach, Maik Schindler
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