Lost this beat yesterday when I went back to work on it. In light of that, here is a very roughly mixed, and unmastered version of a song that probably won’t be on my record. Lyrics, and link after the jump…

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Howdy yall. Here is a special treat. My homie Drop The Lime played this Fabio Lendrum remix at one of the recent Trouble and Bass parties, and I went wild. He was kind enough to send me the dub version of the remix, and I went to work. If you don’t know already I refer to myself as a whale a lot in my music, so that’s where half of the title came from. The other half is the original title of the track. I also have to emphasize my continuous shoutout to Tabnetic/60 Hz for handling the backend (#NoHomo).

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Lyrics:

The revolution will not be privatized

Double down 2 hoods motherfucker
I’m too good one life motherfucker
Bout my vans and my nikes game tight motherfucker
But tie em loos…

I remember back when I was sleeping in my skin
Mad years awake but somehow I aint begin

inside sippin water while outside its pourin
death on my shoulder atlas every mornin
Only time I aint disturbed I was skatin or snorin
Everything else a threat or just borin
I’m in it to be in it never been about scorin

Yeah life strong but my demons more potent
Life so sore from the binds of the moment
Mind aint soar it was bound by the moment
Spun tires in place till my axle start smokin
Sittin in the car can’t breathe just chokin
So I got my ass up start rappin start jokin
Open my mouth find words good for floatin

In a sea of disbelief haters fakers and thieves
Bet my grind against the lives I’m puttin lines in concrete
Cause A line in the sand just an average feat
Yall can ride the beat imma whisper to this beast
Till my breath run out
Till my journey complete
I don’t want the chicken and yall don’t want the beef
Got my name from real goons that ran florida streets
Flew planes from bolivia
Every other week
So while you calculate your lies
And watch the game from beneath
I focus my concern on the ground under my feet
And center my beliefs
On whatever outlasts what you think is unique
Remain an outkast till the day my casket creeks
Except I won’t be buried I’ll be cast out sea
Young whale in the flesh big smile between my cheeks

Call me zach go hard mastodon
Born grow up and travel on
Get up off the petrol seekin hydro power babylon
Liquid man I paddle on
Humble like a vagabond
Meet me in the light it’s goin down get out the catacombs

Or catacombs whatever peacoats and sweaters
Livin in shorts not sweatin tropic weather
Aura carry weight like some pelican feathers
Consult the I ching as a guiding measure

I’m rising through clouds burning through fog
Catch me if you can cse catalog in my backpack in 94 I had that
Been rollin skateboards since before way back
When cats used to test we just ride on and laugh
So what up now who been had class
Who been got taught
Who been about the real aint gave a fuck what you thought

Me motherfucker zachg motherfucker
Hard to quantify like steam motherfucker
Remain Hard to grip like a cold brick of ice
Flow through whatever anything get sacrificed
Real recognize real even in the dead of night
I suffer from a phantom bite
I got this itch to make it bright get up like satellites
Have my cake and eat it by the planet sized slice
Yall in the game but I beat it in my last life
Do it for the change toll booth on the turnpike

Pedal to the metal on dixie highway
Whippin top down all the way to biscayne

954 305 brickle ave sistrunk
Florida city sunrise
Weston hialeah overtown pembroke pines
Fort lauderdale opa locka
Aventura coral springs
dolphin killer Bs with The super bowl rings
Beezer in the goal panthers done big things
Jewfish style ate so many rappers that my shit on bling