Space Rock Steady

by Mad Conductor

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1.
SPACE ROCK STEADY We're the host of your demented dreams Where heavy dread prevented screams Space rock steady now We bust the stitches out of all y'all's pitches And it's the strangest thing you've ever seen This is MC Devlin, not some kid named Kevin Everything that I conduct is mad, cop the tape from cousin Chad When you were juicing vegetables, I was rocking Sex Pistols Hated by the constables because I pump the decibels Space Rock Steady - All my life I've been an outsider A rowdy electric guitar playing mountain climber The ill toxic spill with diabolical skill I'll cleanse your palate with a heavy mallet, now chill I choose the microphone with no on and off switcher Slap it up the middle and decapitate the pitcher Rounding second, sliding headfirst into third If the ball is overthrown the base coach gives the word Then I score, kid My team scored more than yours did The staircase jammed up, I manned up and board slid Slick as any, fast action and my styles are many Not so friendly, man, I slapped Jackson off a 20 But you and I are cool as long as you don't act a fool Remember what you say in life will never be retractable How ya' gonna do it? Space Rock Steady's how Y'all get ready now (CHORUS) This is MC Devlin, sun, I'm humble and all that I gave y'all a chance but y'all fumbled the ball back, which is smart 'Cause if you try to move the chains, you'll lose your brains Your best bet's take a knee and tell your crew to do the same A stupid kid, I would fist fight on the street To me it hurt more to prevail than it did to get beat Violence is chaos, and should be avoided at any cost Toss the message up on brick walls in semi-gloss If my friends tag a bridge, I will tag a bridge too Mad Conductor posse reppin', what'd you think this is, fool? I'm the dark knight of hip-hop, the world's greatest human cartoon On stage acting like a buffoon For your enjoyment, and my more-than-seasonal employment With the new noise, the rudest of the long-lost rudeboys I was raised in madness, laughin' at your weak attempts To turn me to a sheep who you thought you'd be keepin' kempt And I haven't changed I'm still an anarchist who people think is strange Truth is they're the ones who are deranged How ya' gonna do it? Space Rock Steady's how Y'all get ready now How we gonna do it? Space Rock Steady's how Y'all get ready now (CHORUS) Who can kick a verse to the O.G. hip-hop heads and get props? MC DEVLIN Who can kick it with the crusty gutter punks rockin' shows in the squats? MC DEVLIN Who can hack a sack at the festival with hippies all day in the sun? MC DEVLIN Who can double smash kick, back flip with the mic? MCD, Space Rocker #1
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LEGENDARY JAMS Obey no red octagon Just rock on like Dr. John Those who hope to stop the song Get knocked down and stomped upon Obey no red octagon Just rock on like Dr. John Those who hope to stop the song Get stomped upon by the Legendary Jams It's Friday night, it's hot and it's humid MC's about to take the stage and get stupid A lousy dive bar in a lousy part of town Where shows are known to often get shut down Capacity's 50, The crowd's 160 195 if you count the crew with me Tension's in the air, not the type to start a fight The type to excite and cause the crowd to get hype We hit the first note and saw the blues lights flashin' The sarge walked in his typical fashion "y'all can't jam 'cause ya broke the fire code" So mad, I said hold me down before I explode When someone yelled out they knew another venue Where a show was going down across town we could head to We loaded up the trailer, people were the cargo Plus behind the bus was like 36 carloads An ill convoy rolled up to the spot The headliner caught the flu so there was an open slot I talked the manager into letting us do a set Told him it was something he would not regret Only problem was he said our fans had to pay the cover charge But everyone was broke from chugging at the other bar When one dude spoke up, said, "All week long I've been working in the hot sun, cutting lawns" He produced an envelope with the needed funds Went ahead and paid the cover for everyone The mob cheered and bum rushed the door We jumped on stage, fans filled the floor The band started jammin', the place went whacko Bouncin' up and down, almost knocked down the shack, yo (CHORUS) Summertime fun, rock n' roll I got the call about a rooftop show me and the band drove over the building Where we were very pleased to see a whole gang chillin' Carried mad gear up 10 flights of stairs To the roof, which obviously needed repairs We set down our amps, then we felt it shakin The rafters gave way and a big hole caved in Along with the gear, me and my crew fell through Crashed down into some lady's bedroom She sprang from the shower and reached for a towel Covered herself and screamed, "get out now!" I said we best get to stepping, 'cause johnny laws a comin' So we fled down the steps with guitars and drums then it hit me I knew of a place we could rock Warned everyone it was unorthodox Once again the convoy started making tracks The fleet was dumb long, and our van was packed We had fellas on the roof, girlies on the hood Some sat on Josh's lap, (they made me feel bueno) We reached our destination, my Uncle Mac's farm We brought the generator and the party to the barn The band got to jammin', while I kicked rhymes Everybody danced, ox and lamb kept time Fools were milkin' cows, others churned butter Diving off the hayloft, one after another Sirens squealed and the pigs the bust in But not to make a bust, just to kick it in the pen Out in the sticks, it was a heck of a ho-down What you've come to expect when MC throws down (CHORUS)
3.
POWERFUL MOVE I'm barely there in the therapy chair Wearing a black straight jacket made of Cherokee hair The doctor said I better start acting logical Or to get a better source of income because his fees are astronomical I asked him now what in tarnation are you stressing You know my occupation at the delicatessen 7 double 0 an hour's what it pays And I get a 7 cent raise every 7 days All the lemon scent sprays leave a pleasant haze ....and take me back to My child hood, wearing propeller caps and small shorts This kid named Raekwon'd rob me on ball courts Mad 'cause I never had cash, he'd demand My sandwich sardines with elderberry jam At times I was feeling like a toad in the fable I swore I'd turn the table, and broke from the stable Now I can't compete with the Jones Only 'cause I'm kinda homeless, dead broke and slightly out of focus Pretty soon I'll be living in a place where every Month is like June and I'm punching right through With the grammar when they slam a drum or rock a Space Steady groove then I charge up like Blanca Ring a fool's bell like Hector Salamanca With a single finger, I'm not an singer I'm an emcee with a venom filled stinger Awoken from a coma on a broken sofa In a motor home in Tulsa, Oklahoma Comin' straight at you, tearing up your tissue Blasting a rocket that's not gonna miss you If I stopped rapping it'd sour the groove So I'll bust your pustule with powerful move There's never been a better time to strike Let's hit 'em with a Powerful Move! There's never been a better day to take 'em down Let's hit 'em with a Powerful Move! Your song's a joke, it hits the gag reflex Should've been recalled, it's got lots of bad defects It's like I'm brushing with toothpaste laced with joker venom Face seized up to the crooked rhythm You'd bite my style if it wasn't made of iron But your teeth are too brittle, saw 'em chippin' when you're smilin So think again before you try to sink 'em in Or I'll sin and pin my incisors in Girls get rough in the pit when they hear my smooth voice "Kick another verse, rudeboy!" My style is a child of thalidomide from another planet Catch me on tour flippin' out like a hammock Or lazing in the bushes, outdoors ducking craziness On the outskirts of life's radius In an out of body experience on a flight to Tacoma I learned reality was nonexistent like my high school diploma And I'm left here to wonder in confusion Why wasn't I invited to the 10 year reunion? It's possible my notice was lost in the mail Or maybe they figured that I never made bail The truth is I am out of jail The future is an ocean, let's set sail I'm a man with out a country A moon without a planet of which to orbit around That's why I'm sounding funky Forgot about the Alamo, remembered the Navajo Pushed politicians toward a ghetto in New Mexico We'll never be beaten You couldn't get my arteries bleeding When I'm sleeping during archery season And if I stopped rebelling I'd have nothing to do So I'm blasting right through with a powerful move (CHORUS)
4.
RADIO MADNESS We interrupt this broadcast (For radio madness) To bend your antenna (with radio madness) Get lost in the airwaves (of radio madness) Radio Madness (Radio madness) My band's got ill jams but we're still unknown Gettin' no airplay on the radio I went to the county fair to blow off steam There is where I found a peculiar machine A genie in glass case who could be awoken To grant you a wish if you gave him a token I made my deposit, and said, "hey yo, I wanna ride waves of the radio" My frequency underwent the modulation From physical form to a sonic vibration Then a foamy, green wave crashed down Thrashed me around through unseen sound Tossed me up like a jelly fish onto land Where my consciousness again began to expand I ran and like a ground rule double jumped a fence Entered a forest through a bush that was dense Lunging from the woods with a vengeful burst Before the next verse, I must first quench my thirst Entre en una cantina La banda tocó una chica me sonreía Bailé con ella al la canción Ella me dio un beso con pasión Oí la voz frenética de la cantante , Esa es mi esposa. Voy a matarte! The crazed crooner tried to hit me like a high note I was on the road, running faster than a cyote Chasing a groundhog at Gobbler's Knob I shot a hook up and climbed the stadium facade Toward a window from where a familiar voice came Your boy, Mr. Baseball was calling a game I jumped in and said, "yo, I'm your number 1 fan" He said, "that's dope you should be my color-man" MCD's in the booth, broadcasting a game with the legend Hometeam's up one in the bottom of the 7 When a freak blizzard fell and snowed out the game A violent wind swept me up and away And back in time to a sunny Sunday afternoon To see my ten year old self with a radio in my room Phoning the DJ non-stop to demand That he dam his program and play my favorite jam At the strike of midnight the cut finally came on I dubbed it on a TDK and listened 'til dawn Woke up late for school, man, I didn't want to go Principle called, "if you're late I'll break your nose" But that cherubic hooligan would grow up strong His ions charged by the waves of the song Life will bring pain and unspeakable sadness All is overcome with a little radio madness (CHORUS) C'mon and ride the waves of the radio
5.
DOG HOUSE THEORY Fresh out the dog house, skippin' down the block whistling It's the mercurial spirit on a space rock mission Thrusters engaged, my raps have had busters enraged Since an early age when my moon stomp crushed in the stage Behold the solar prominence, enjoy the spoils of my total dominance The rare yet well-done flavor is gold, so hold the condiments MC stands for master craftsman, not Mall Cop Move along, sir and as for rappin' it's time y'all stop With the bird brain schemes and the parrot style pollyin' Although your bones are hollow I'll ollie over y'all while y'all are ollieing Innumerable rappers can't be counted on to get the party jumpin' I keep the spot lit like the watts atop my knot when I thought of something Our shows get rowdy, we gotta pass around the turkey sandwiches Kids leave the pit with massive head wounds deserving bandages I commend anyone who makes it on to the encore A real life horror film with a bizarre score When everything is gravy we should sit still and look inward It's a difficult thing to find calm in this mad world Walk your dog everyday even if there's not one on the leash And If you spot police you better peace like a flock of geese You should see that rudeboy go He's always on the move On his way to the unknown With the stylus to the groove Back in the dog house, bummed out and despondent Wolverines are clawing up my head's interior on the constant I was a man of the cloth plugged in a jug of kerosene Now I see the scene as being more serene Our stay on Earth is not for long, so have a look around The orb'll stay spinnin' while your in decomposition underground The longer I'm here it seems the more rapidly time moves The past drifts fast like a stampede of trampling hooves These right now are the good old days that we'll reflect upon I see it, petty distractions hold our thoughts in traction Like a shock treatment used to keep sheep static As crooked politicians out of touch with the soil wreak havoc The lot of 'em are full of hot air, too many wind-chimes ringin' A horrid chord of the abhorrent sort on the porch swingin' Awoken in ungodly hours, I bent the tuning fork flingin' Heavy space rocks through the resonance to break blocks I do believe that the greatest flaw of mankind Is getting all tensed up over scenarios imagined in the mind That's why I gnawed the live wire and set fire to my synapses Now I'm bangin' on the earth 'til one of us collapses You should see that rudeboy go He's always on the move Unafraid of the unknown With the stylus to the groove Will I be swept up in a windstorm Or will my neck slide cross an enemy's sword Will I be buried deep in an avalanche Or crushed in the clutches of madness One day you may have to live without me Or maybe one day without you I'll be Your light will shine in my heart always Your light will shine in my heart always

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released May 15, 2015

SPACE ROCK CREW:
MC DEVLIN - Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
DAN McKINNEY - Keys, Percussion
CASH MOORE- Bass
JOSH NETHKEN - Sax, Backing Vocals
RANDY CIARLANTE - Drums
BIG BROTHER BARROS - Vocals
MOTHABUG - Vocals
Rudegirl shouts:
CLAUDIA "The Claw" ROLDAN
JENNIFER EDOUARD
RACHEL HARGENRATER

Recorded at Dan's House Studio (2014-2015)
All songs written by Mad Conductor
Available on CD and vinyl June '15!

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