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by Sans

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1.
Cause (feat. Jonah Jaxon) 03:02
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[Verse 1: Sans] Y’all need to study, the kid Sans is back in public Rumors of my death have been exaggerated, damn I love it Had to struggle while juggling like sixteen opportunities Life is like a movie? No! Life is like a lucid dream I take flight at will until my waxen wings have melted Sit equidistant between perfection and feeling helpless Sick of being troubled by current events, floating I Dive below, explore my undertow inside Subconscious! My raps is bathymetric, I just plumb the depths So deep, my fans get the bends coming up for breath I suspect that I’m an expert at repression But it’s constant forward motion so never practice regression [Chorus] I say rebel what’s your cause, what’s your cause fuck the rounds of applause, I’m exposing any flaws, keeping it raw I say rebel what’s your cause, what’s your cause fuck the rounds of applause, I’m exposing any flaws, keeping it raw [Verse 2: Jonah Jaxon] Let me start it slow so they can understand Some demand, some supply, are you the man or just a guy? I can manage with whatever spam sandwich, yeah fuck the fries I live the most savage of lives, I just had to decide I done spoke so much mean that my teeth done rotted out Now I spend my time staying silent, don’t mind what they talk about Because it’s shorter, there’s no refuge, they’re closing the border There’s so much disorder I say kill the enforcer and his supporters Fuck a state of the union, I’m just trying to create a solution Stay in collusion with my peoples, pray for the safest conclusion Make a haven for the children to stay in from the shootin’ All this delusional confusion in this, so let me ask you [Chorus] I say rebel what’s your cause, what’s your cause fuck the rounds of applause, I’m exposing any flaws, keeping it raw I say rebel what’s your cause, what’s your cause fuck the rounds of applause, I’m exposing any flaws, keeping it raw I say rebel what’s your cause, what’s your cause fuck the rounds of applause, I’m exposing any flaws, keeping it raw I say rebel what’s your cause, what’s your cause fuck the rounds of applause, I’m exposing any flaws, keeping it raw [Verse 3: Sans] Mox is the teacher I aspire to be–he inspires me outside you see a seed, but inside I see a tree Pleiades, not seven sisters, seven sins they sleep with me I been rather celibate lately I tell em leave me be Mox is the teacher I aspire to be–he inspires me outside you see a seed, but inside I see a tree Pleiades, not seven sisters, seven sins they sleep with me I been rather celibate lately I tell em leave me be [Chorus] rebel what’s your cause, what’s your cause cut the rounds of applause, I’m exposing any flaws I say rebel what’s your cause, what’s your cause cut the rounds of applause, I’m exposing any flaws
2.
Patterns 02:55
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[Verse 1: Sans] First off there’s nothing wrong with those spitting a basic pattern I know the sixteenth note shoguns who still remain assassins Rapping is simple and complexity can kill the magic Better to make it accessible than to fill the pad up But a popular way is to fill up the page (hey, hey) So many rappers with more of the same, triplet-triplet-wait If rhythm is color then this is a different paint, but is it the same If everyone uses a limited shade and follows a similar way This style it reminds me of the sizzurp Or thizzin while I’m cutting up a rug just like a scissor I blame Snoop or maybe the rappers that’s cool as blizzards For convincing kids to make a parody of words This last one is a mixture, might be a fixture Like old Eminem still sipping the elixir: flipping and dipping the rhythm with tongue calisthenics And if you can’t keep up then I think you need to practice, syllables and adlibs Cause Busta instructed us to break a neck to this rap shit, slave to the patterns [Chorus] We waste the time we have We live we die PATTERNS You lose your sanity You win you try PATTERNS They tax the salary They take what’s mine PATTERNS I am no casualty I take my time [Verse 2: Sans] 5’8”, 150, Honolulu I run city Run for mayor might do it later, but for now my tongue giddy The pattern of man is to live and to die Lucky I’m no longer wondering why I been inspired by teaching and making You want to be great then just study the ancients No paycheck to paycheck–live cover to cover Epictetus, Aurelius, Seneca brother I’m reading and living with patience They talk about being the greatest I tell them to get on a waitlist Cause the strong do what we will While the weak do what is fated Explode rather than fade this mirage becoming oasis Music is life suspended in time trapped between all the bass hits We are just constituent parts nothing more than particulate matter The lifeform is only a pattern [Chorus] We waste the time we have We live we die PATTERNS You lose your sanity You win you try PATTERNS They tax the salary They take what’s mine PATTERNS I am no casualty I take my time
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No Prophecy Interlude 01:17
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Bezalel (feat. DJ Revise) 02:41
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[Verse 1: Sans] I’m not a prophet, I’m a vehicle, my permit is this Licensed to write hits until the firmament lifts Might visit classrooms just to benefit kids While hydrozoans drag us under with their venomous tips I been stung, felt swelling of the lust that’s within And been the best in my state at disarming with pens That’s not exaggeration, check the resume and Yelp reviews Been through thick and thin, now back through thin and thick to help you through Hey, not saying you got to hear this You’re better off reading Viktor Frankl than my lyrics On a search for meaning, reading scriptures off an obelisk The hero with a thousand faces, I author the monomyth Burnt incense, the backdrop to meditation You got turnt, I turned within and found elation Higher than a cloud, mightier than pen or sword I am a better person for each time I’ve felt remorse Ay, this not the rap that you expected Teeter totter between grandiose and introspective My retrospect is twenty twenty I invite the criticism, let the many send me pennies Two-by-two the way we board the ark, bro Rainbow in the dark, woah Vision of Ezekiel choke, forearm across throat Light on my feet in case the sands of time shifty I heard you love hip-hop so I brought Revise with me [Chorus] They busy popping xans and wilding out We tuned in and that’s without a doubt They talk about the guns and cop the clothes We don’t need money, we got the flow They busy popping xans and wilding out We tuned in and that’s without a doubt They talk about the guns and cop the clothes We don’t need money, we got the flow
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Wikimasho (feat. Montclaire) 02:18
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[Chorus] I don’t surf no more never ride that wave she hit me up like ikimasho let’s go, let’s play I don’t surf no more never ride that wave wave [Verse 1: Sans] she love when we be in the sheets like tide ebb flow, we ride let’s go for a night, let’s see if we make it sunset to the rise eyes, all aglow in the street lights I can still remember rain on the pavement I can still remember every day of the summer way back when I wasn’t concerned with a paycheck now this dissertation keep a vixen waiting I can give her love if she can give me patience up late grading, let’s take a raincheck–yikes sick of time differences, I just want intimate I don’t want Tinder the kindling is ignorant I want a spark, no I want a flame no I want to win without playing a game huh, that selfish ice in my heart is meltin I’m not afraid that I’ll never find love, I’m more afraid if she don’t feel me helpless, hoping that she doesn’t notice want my life; to be more; more than meeting a quota [Chorus] I don’t surf no more never ride that wave she hit me up like ikimasho let’s go, let’s play I don’t surf no more never ride that wave
6.
Jewels Freestyle 02:19
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[Chorus] I read more than you, wrote more than you, rapped more than you did fact or flex don’t matter it ain’t no coincidence that I’m sick yes, yes, I been the best and I ain’t needed to flex test me that’s a good way to damage your rep conservative, Burkean, serving em, murking em read more than you, wrote more than you, rapped more than you did fact or flex don’t matter it ain’t no coincidence that I’m sick yes, yes, I been the best I ain’t needed to flex test me that’s a good way to damage your rep conservative, Burkean, serving em, murking em [Verse 1: Sans] each reference is a signpost just mapping out where my mind goes INTJ assertive, no turbulence philosophy, that’s permanent, you want the truth well I’m serving it each verse of this is a minefield subversive tendencies cause I’m real I disagree and speak the truth up all night, won’t sleep or snooze, it’s biphasic, no time wasted [Chorus] read more than you wrote more than you rapped more than you read more than you wrote more than you rapped more than you [Verse 2: Sans] Here’s the truth: This system privileges wordplay, images disguise merit-based, test score: heaven’s gates filter on never see, just imagine, let it be lyrics hide simple truth, falsehoods in the news not a prophet, not a saint, I’m a liar, yes I ain’t not journalist, no AP, ex-cathedra apostate set a sail, out to sea bed of nails, on bended knee read more than you, wrote more than you, rapped more than you did fact or flex don’t matter it ain’t no coincidence that I’m sick read more, but still a fool shoulda studied the golden rule
7.
A Way to the Moon (feat. Omega Cix & DJ Packo) 03:05
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[Verse 1: Sans] S A N S, spell it right on the check Omega Cix in the cut, we came to flex They talk about boom bap as if it’s dead But Ohtoro make Jumanji drums beat in your chest I got no problem vivisecting a rhythm section Went from respecting to recording with living legends HI hip hop, live in effect From the middle of the rim where the fire is kept Hot spot on these wack rappers, the red beam No trigger warning, my tongue’ll let the lead steam Jetstream, chemtrail conspiracies Invader Zinn, revise your history I been GIR, lazy Susan I been turnt Bruce Lee, stop looking at my finger Unleavened, I don’t do it for the bread I rap to murder–killing time until I’m dead [Verse 2: Omega Cix] It's the Black Japanther with a rack of antlers Me and Sans collab like a crab to Cancer Ain't no zodiac can hold me back, twelve step culture trap The only sign I follow is at the mouth of a cul-de-sac Stop it, it be the year of the ostrich Made a hole in one to put your noggins in coffins Got beef with broccoli, turn tea to coffee My pen is Murakami, my brush is Miyazaki Do you copy? Keep the egg yolk saucey Spam on delete, lather black toast sloppy Butter knife, bloody sword, cut a rug, cut a cord Put your hands together make my ouija board a hoverboard Tentacle of man-of-war, dental floss tug-of-war You know I got you open like a poltergeist to cupboard doors Ghostly, Omega wolf/cub: lonely I model my maneuvers after Thor's brother, low key [Verse 3: Sans] Best ever, zen fellas with antennas Tuned into the moon, tired of vendettas Cix and I ain’t trendsetters we trench dwellers Fence sitters won’t buy what they sell us [Omega Cix] Like Monica playing tennis Back and forth, half the court followed me through the entrance Secret knock, don't let em in, I spit the eighth deadly sin Dance around the city, write graffiti with an epipen
8.
Cobblestones (feat. Punahele) 03:37
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[Verse 1: Sans] it’s S-A-N-S, that’s four letters I’m more better no wait let me start that over It’s too aggressive Needs to be more conceptual cobblestones line the streets in Paris it’s midnight, and a car pulls up, I mean a carriage I get in, off to a party with Hemingway and Picasso nostalgia in my blood, these other rappers are not dope I veer between Paul Revere and Illmaculate midnight ride, saving the people or else I’m smacking em sick of rappers thinking that triplets are impressive your pen game is anemic, your style manic depressive your colored hair is cookie cutter defiant search party for a spark back empty handed, couldn’t find it I’m rhyming, but rhyme is just a vessel for the substance of critique I wouldn’t scuff my shoes up pulling you babies from out a creek elitist, yes, pretentious, yes, but they can’t say I’m not the best I studied greats, the crates, the tapes, and paved the way to make the next I suffer from anxiety of influence cause my comparison group isn’t alive, but who’s this yapping bout “Sans, your songs don’t even play on radio” true indeed, and Buddha didn’t go to university I wonder if these critics really think that they are hurting me my main concern is caring for the earth in me, listen it’s S-A-N-S, that’s four letters I’m more better ah, dammit [Verse 2: Punahele] I am the voice of the streets, ascending through the fog A product of the slums, Young, Brown and pissed off The cops arrest Hawaiians to serve private corporations I am here to protect the ghetto from their gentrification My people don’t want much We just want self determination Don't join the military learn kalo cultivation I use my words as weapons against Native dispossession Iʻll gladly go to Hell if there’s no Hawaiians in Heaven Never said that I was perfect, but recognize that I ain’t fake I survived situations that made other people break Kill em with Aloha, I don’t spread hate Hoʻihoʻi ʻĀina is the way to Make Hawaiʻi great End systemic oppression, no surrender no retreat They killed Kollin Elderts and he could've been me My people fill the prisons, so I don’t like the police Arrest Kupuna on the Mauna while rapists run free So it’s FTP, ACAB 40, 93, or I Ride route C Not like these other rappers, they be lying on beats The warden of the West, is who I happen to be
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Ornate Cubicle (feat. Nick Kurosawa) 02:08
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[Chorus: Nick Kurosawa] You say you want it all but They give you just enough You don’t want to settle You don’t want to fight All you want is comfort [Verse 1: Sans] So many to satisfy with all this Forget the outcome, focus on the process Human being never claim to be an artist Replace divinity with energy we godless Rap today all sounds the same It’ll pass away Music today all sounds the same Just a passing phase Sick of the lyrics, want a rhythm to ride Simple and plain Trade cathedrals for a cubicle space We don’t need ornate [Chorus: Nick Kurosawa] I say I want it all but You give me just enough I don’t want to settle I don’t want to fight All I want is, all I want is, all I want is [Verse 2: Sans] So many dissatisfied with all this We needing more and that’s no matter what the cost is Human being never claim to be an artist Replace divinity with energy we godless Rap today all sounds the same It’ll pass away Humans today all sound the same Just a passing phase Sick of the spirit, want a feeling of pride Just a body and brain No heaven, let us live in a trap We don’t need no grace
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Grace Interlude 00:51
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Moniker 01:42
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[Verse 1: Sans] First off praise to Ohtoro for giving me a chance to speak and Allowing me to be my own absence at the sea’s edge Sans is more than my moniker, it’s identity Particles suspended in love, study Empedocles When I expire, dissolve to particulate matter This a transient state, spit in articulate manner Hey–I used to chase fame, but fame isn’t a testament To skill, now I take aim, I want to be the best to spit Revise that, want to see what my best effort is More perspiration, less delaying this, I’m checking in Punch the ticket, clock ticking, competition not winning I don’t talk game or shit, homie I talk in rhythm Rhythm with tide, rhythm with every cycle it’s Still the mission to answer the question of why I exist I am a figment, or a fragment, or a facet I’m still undecided, still submerged under the masses But I’m coming up to breathe, sunken vessel undersea Wreckage of a boat and sail, hoping for an ocean breeze Yes, seafaring if I capsize Drag the body to the shore before I toss hip-hop aside This not a story of trials and tribulation This a story of privilege and graduations Hit the mark, strike the target, I don’t miss, I’m not sinning I don’t talk dark or light, homie I talk in prism Produce a million beams of light refracted Never put less than my best out and retract it These other rappers never talk about the craft I’m Noah when the storm comes, my ark is all I have Each line, vessel for my spirit If you don’t believe, listen to the lyrics
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Saturn Return (feat. Super Groupers) 03:49
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[Verse 1: Sans] I’m in bed with my own mortality thinking bout all the blessings that been handed me a good life, great friends and success and mentors who help me through the lessons yes, a wild 28, all the patterns I’ve learned now I stand on the verge of my saturn return got a lot left to give, got to respect the process gotta prove that I’m more than a sophist frenetic pace with phronesis on tap I hesitate for a second to think and then act they want to know if death isn’t the end I’m not sure, but I know that death is a friend when I meet him I’ll be ready to go ready today if I’m thrown, my time alive is the skip of a stone and as I slip below the ripples and sink I’ll express gratitude, gee thanks I’ma keep it succinct [Verse 2: Drifton Limrik] A healthy ratio of answers to questions a lot of gratitude meshed with several handfuls of lessons and when the class is in session I hope to have the attention span and mental capacity to understand and digest it I’ve mastered mathematics counting my blessings good company made social studies out of my friendships I spent some time on mountaintops, and down in the trenches ups don’t matter much with nothing to pass down to descendants I’ve seen the world through the eyes of an astronomer had conversations with metacognitive philosophers invested into time, instead of the chronometer I traded in a microscope for binoculars laid on this mortal mattress barely asleep a series of living nightmares spared me a dream of seeing where it would lead if I could bury a seed where self-actualization and posterity meet [Verse 3: Navid Najafi] Reflections on the mirror lake way above the shoreline, I went there by myself was a relatively short climb, stood at the edge of the water watched the ripples take shape move then dissolve into the middle, I’m reminded of a riddle about time and its passage trippy how it moves much faster the more baggage you carry on the journey gotta lighten your load, Cuz lead is much denser and heavier than gold. But let me digress, back to the water now I must confess, I’m a child of Tiamat the Salt Mama Serpent, swimming in that Elamite stew she made a Persian, who crossed many borders and laughed we ain’t afraid of death, a series of uncertainties no syncopated bated breath necessary we just some Patterns in dust So I take a deep dive on your Saturnalias That’s gratitude deserving Blessed is the path I’m the just the universe observing
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Roll Credits (feat. Maxmo) 01:08
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[Verse 1: Sans] I was a young poet, dreams to be great Stuck at Wahoo’s dishwashing, cleaning the plates Quit the job, went all in pursuing the dream HawaiiSlam, youngest champion ever at nineteen Graduated and left, Harvard all in my brain Came back to debate, like Rocky I train Best ever to do it: slam, rap and debate Juggle three damn talents, ego massive as Satan Lecturer in a class, columnist with the pen Scholar citing the greats: Jay, Biggie and Em Ohtoro fed me the rhythm, mama read me the books Claude taught me to surf, how could I ever be shook Call me the bard of the fifty, put on a show Nu‘uanu’s finest in the valley I grow Been been around the globe, I continue to roam Was at sea for a minute, but the kid has come home Ten years in the game and it’s going to plan Dr. Higa soon but I’ll forever be Sans Ten years in the game and it’s going to plan Dr. Higa soon but I’ll forever be Sans And that’s it

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What the artists are saying . . .

Drifton Limrik: “Stoic poetry mixed with venomous lyricism, all sewn into masterful musical arrangements.”

DJ Packo: "A scholar’s course in boom bap academics. A curriculum beyond the cumulus; a syllabus for the skies. A head-nodding narrative that holds your gaze upward."

Nick Kurosawa: “Stoked to be a part of an album from such a prolific writer and mind. I hope to be a part of the next one too!”

Scott Ohtoro: “Aquatic lyrical beauty and musical uniqueness representative of life from the Hawaiian shores to the mountains.”

MelonJames: “The album is sick-wit-it! It takes me back to some good ole hip-hop. The beats are poppin & the lyrics are smooth with fantastic transitions from bar to bar. My favorites are- Cause, A Way to the Moon, and I love Patterns! I’ll definitely vote, Higa SANS for Mayor!!! 🤙🏽💥💥”

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released November 11, 2020

Thanks to Ohtoro, Jonah Jaxon, DJ Revise, Montclaire, Omega Cix, DJ Packo, Punahele, Nick Kurosawa, Maxmo and the Super Groupers for lending their talent to make this album. Thanks to MelonJames for realizing the vision for the album art. Thanks to my mama for being my mama.

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