Summer Tape, by Gepetto

Summer Tape

by Gepetto

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MoldyGold Gepetto is back with more heat! Energetic production will have your head nodding if not your whole body moving. Lyrics are fun and braggadocious for the most part but Gepetto isn’t afraid to get vulnerable either, (SHIT IZ) REAL and (YOU ARE NOT YOUR) PATTERNS really shine in this way. Be warned: infectious hooks are sure get stuck in your head. Favorite track: (YOU ARE NOT YOUR) PATTERNS.

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1.	CLAY (SURF MY .WAV) 02:50	lyrics	buy track
[HOOK] Surf my wave, Fuck if im paid Since first grade I been made I been chosen, i been molded I been clay/ (Fuck what you say) That bullshit decays/ Come get stuck in my maze/ What can I say I’m not hiding my pain I’m not tucking my chains/ [VERSE 1] my new shit sounding like summer days My Crew click, full of mad runaways/ I Go stupid, feelin that hunger pain I get lucid, all of us want a change/ I produce this for the ruthless and the toothless anybody feelin like they never had the shoe fit And they toes hurt, from the growth spurt In a cold world need a little lovin and some new kicks/ This that shit that Make ya get up and Get something today, no ritalin/ Just go play the Natural stimulant Its okay to ask for anything/ Just sit back and kick it This Sound like candy paint No m&ms My shell thick like Steel toe timberland Might crack, just come back Begin again/ [CHORUS] [VERSE 2] Had to switch it up on a new tip/ Underrated on the beats like q tip/ Underrated on the mic like Jay Dee/ Underestimating me that’s foolish/ Ooh am i raw Im livin my life No suicide doors I’m giving off light Pursuin my joy Im payin my dues Im doin it all/ hold up, Net mesh on the shirt Yeah, its Summer but I’m putting in work Bout to make new merch Tryina enterprise like Kirk No cap like church Take your hat off when you hear my verse You know you wanna feel my joy I know you’re just a fan of my work [BRIDGE} What a day, what a day What a day, what a day to Get my paper right/ What a maze what a maze What a maze What we gotta go thru Just to make it right/ What a way, what a way To behave, what a waste Of time to be hating life My lovin is sanctified My music will make some light
2.	(SHIT IZ) REAL 03:13	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS U know I’m real And everything I do I gotta feel/2 I’m too inventive to get Caught up with these bills I just need to find another way Wanna spend my day Saying what I wanna say/4 One thing I can’t believe Is to run away Crumbling like the leaves When the summer fades/6 But time don’t stop The grind stop You know I gotta get paid today/8 VERSE 1 …How many artists hate their jobs? But can’t seem to find a way to get out the gaping jaws/2 Of day to day exhaustion/ And their fake ass boss and then they go home Try to make some shit And shake it off/4 But it’s a lot, Your energy gets drained and lost To try to do your art is like A second full time job/6 In the machine Where we cough in the grey exhaust/ We cook the meal, wash the plate And never taste the sauce/8 Fuck that, I’m trying to find what I want And touch that/ Got me sayin fuck the world It fucked back/10 Watch ya ass Hope you got enough gas/ Might find yourself Copping a c Bus pass/12 And it’s a long walk home/ But continue making my music Shit that’s all I know/14 I go to college in my 30s/ Shit I’m not that old/ Might have a dad bod but Damn, dawg, I still rock shows/ CHORUS 2 That’s on the real When you’re creative but you gotta get a meal You can’t get caught up with the fixes and feels/ And you know what they’re gonna say This music doesn’t pay You gotta find another way/4 But one thing I couldn’t do Is to let it go Hungry, my heart fused with the Metronome/6 But time don’t stop The grind stop You know I gotta get paid today/8 VERSE 2 I gotta give it up for my folks, tho/ If they didn’t have my back I’d be perpetually broke tho I know I never say it so I’m letting you both know Thank you for supporting me I honestly don’t know What I’d do without the safety net I might’ve turned to hard drugs I hadn’t taken yet Or maybe I’d have taken steps/ …it might have taught me how To take a risk Hard to say, either way I gotta face regrets/ So many things I try to do Its like I put a lot of work in But I didn’t follow through/ Or I didn’t follow suit Or I didn’t follow up Its hard to stay committed When I didn’t fall in love with it But even when I do the shit that I do love Its hard to gain momentum So it feels like it’s too much It’s unsustainable then My energy’s used up And I feel like point blank Cause my music is screwed up/ CHORUS BRIDGE Move on, move on Get ya groove on, Do some, do some Betta do some Move on, move on Get ya mothafuckin groove on, Do some Do it now Dont wait too long
3.	FLOW MEGA 02:33	lyrics	buy track
HOOK Flow Mega From the genesis, no sega/ (from the source Bangin from suburbs to Tenements and bodegas/2 Gold treasure, gleams My message isn’t seen On a screen Kinda dope u don’t measure with triple beams/4 VERSE 1 This is clean, I should sponsored by listerine When I spit sick sixteens Catch 6-6-6 dreams/6 (nightmares) At heaven’s gate My constitution is of heavy weight I brought some truth/ A contribution you could never make/8 You phony, your whole persona is a laugh/ You only act like you want drama Cause of trauma from your past/10 And that’s too real for most, …I’m too real to boast/ I just prove skills, improve, Pay my dues, build and ghost/12 Its like that, You’re hear to open up the mic cat/ Don’t worry about your girl Your bird ain’t even in my flight path/ (I’m on another level) I’m Here to bring the party’s life back/ Then show you how to rap So I can give your fuckin mic back HOOK VERSE 2 Tell your crew to hit the deck/ This sound like puffin Buddha in the lex/ This sound like NYC in 96 But aint from New York I’m in the west/ But it ain’t California where I rest We stay on top of things just like a crest Always raining down the flow is wet/ Like a 30 straight from Curry shit is wet/ (Wait, no) Like when Dame put up a J you know it’s wet You know I always bring it to your chest Like a quarter pound of purple To the neck But i dont smoke Cause all i do is flex/
4.	2 HOT 2 CHILL 02:58	lyrics	buy track
Its tooo hot (The flows too hot, the flows too hot) X 4 Verse 1 Microphone Check, And i keep a foot on the neck/ Of any emcee you put it in your deck They couldn’t step to the/ (what) 2 Most dominant none synonymous Pictures i paint more fucked up Than hieronymous/ 4 Bosch, The obvious cost for trying to floss Is get tossed, in swimmin in sauce From molotovs Flows so hot, you should be at the lake And never put me in your box cause shit eats tapes/8 Chill Hook Just Chill, chill, Everything I do is real, real/ Motherfuck how you feel Doin the most Come thru chillin with my crew at the coast/ Its tooo hot (Flow’s too hot, the flow’s too hot) X4 Verse 2 Too hot to chill Got a lot to build Mad plots concealed in my thoughts for real/ Wanna live a life Like you watch in films Hop obstacles til my posture’s keeled/ And when i hit the dirt All motherfucks said was “Dude put in work! He had a lot of demons, And faced em all, And when you listen to his music You can taste his balls” Its tooo hot (Flow’s too hot, the flow’s too hot) X4 HOOK Its tooo hot (Flow’s too hot, the flow’s too hot) X4 Verse 3 I cant chill cause i’m hella dope Rappers wanna collab im like Heeeellll no/ On me at the show like veeelcro/ But couldn’t tell a pair of timbs From some shell toes/ There’s a reason i can’t fuck with you/ I got enough boring ass dumb stuff to do/ Cause if it dont feed me and dont feel right It wouldn’t make no sense to waste my life/ Doing some bullshit Like when i make a date/ And ladies pull shit And trying make me wait/ Don’t communicate til its crazy late Already been went home I had to make this tape I can’t chill, chill All i wanna do i build, build Make art pay my bills, bills Doin the most Thats why i don’t hang out with The usual folks Its tooo hot (Flow’s too hot, the flow’s too hot) X4 8 bar inst break Flows too hot the flows too hot/ You tried to grab the mic next I told you not/2 To even test this, eat u piece of shits For breakfast “You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?” “… NO!”
5.	VOIB (FANTASY) 02:09	lyrics	buy track
Big up to all massive, boi I don’t fake I make classics boi I don’t fuck with no plastic toys/ I’m more faithful than pastor troy/ Like sv I’m fantastic, boi Flip mo shit than gymnastics, boi/ Make these lyrics do backflips, boi Can’t see me when I catch a VOIB/ And it just do what it do In a room wit a beautiful view And a suitable boo/ Is the usual fantasy Can it be?/ Most of us sleeping From the dramamine/ Most of us acting like some drama queens Most of us can’t see past the canopy But I make steps like a centipede/ And I keep drawing breath For my energy This shit slap, this shit slap, this shit slap, ey, eyyy x4 Move back a bit Can’t see me I’m too passionate Play my shit might crash your whip Cats ain’t live just actin lit You say that you mackin’ chicks But you at home dick-jackin’ it No Patron, 6-packin’ it/ Don’t get mad, shit’s accurate/ I be at home makin’ flame in the stu’ Cats can’t hang in the booth Can’t handle the truth Damn, when the sample is looped I’m the answer to “who let the animals loose?” Whole planet’s a zoo Lions and tigers and most of em LIARS Staying puffed up like a Canada goose But me, I’d just rather stay close to the FIRE/ This shit slap, this shit slap, this shit slap, ey, eyyy x4
6.	(YOU ARE NOT YOUR) PATTERNS 03:53	lyrics	buy track
CHORUS You are not that shit that you fucked up You are not your patterns You are not your broken trust You are not your sadness You are not your hopeless lust You are not a savage Just a stranger on the bus And we all got some baggage/ Hey DJ, Take me away I wanna break these chains We May see the day I finally make my peace And take my seat Til then I state my thesis And stay in the crease/ VERSE 1 You’re not a dumb fool, This world’ll run up on you Leave you confused/ Have you run-in around in circles Til you’re numb, bruised/2 The deepest wounding you can’t see the root of/ Seek seclusion, free some movement/ Teach the student/4 To each his own We all got voices speaking in our dome Peep the tone Like why am i so frequently alone?/6 Am i wrong? Is there something about me that they loathe? And i know, intellectually its just the Same old show/8 Just the same old wounding in my soul And i’ve grown but ive been saying that shit for so long it feels like home/10 And i bet some of yall are probably going thru your own/ And i bet you dont wanna have to go thru that alone/12 So let me tell you on some real shit/ You don’t have to believe everything you think or feel, kid/14 For real, kid, that shit can heal, kid, You’re so resilient, you’re brilliant/ This ain’t no stuart smalley this is real shit/16 CHORUS I’m shining/ My light and I’m vibrant/ X2 VERSE 2 We deal with the pain, but still Wear the grooves in our brain Like a canyon carved by 20 million years in the rain/ Entertain, the notion that it actually can change/ When you’re talking to yourself Just be careful what you say/ Cause what you say becomes your story Sometimes I feel like a shorty 16 suckin on a 40/ Trying to act like I’m not insecure As fuck at every party/ Now I’m wondering if i’ma feel that way When I hit 40/ But i never let it stop me Many times it dropped me/ But i got back on my feet Ran thru these steps Like i was Rocky/ I’m not cocky im just saying Put in work when no one’s watching/ Felt like all i did was struggle Now you wonder why i’m popping/ CHORUS I’m shining/ My light and I’m vibrant/ X2

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Summer Tape is available in limited quantities on custom purple casette tapes on my website: www.gepettomusic.com/merch

credits

released August 1, 2022

all songs written and produced by Gepetto but I stole a lot of sauce from:
Isaiah Rashad, BATHLETE, and Loose Ends so go buy their shit.