The New Animal

by Regenerated Headpiece

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released February 1, 2009

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Regenerated Headpiece New York, New York

Regenerated Headpiece has been described as everything from “old school” to “futuristic”, and compared to recording artists ranging from A Tribe Called Quest to “Weird” Al Yankovic. But perhaps RapReviews.com said it best when, in their favorable review of Rat Race Vacation, they wrote: “Regenerated Headpiece brings a style of lyrics and beats that doesn't sound a whole lot like anything else. ... more

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Track Name: Sandwiches
1st verse:

Hey bastardo, don't be startled,
just do the Charo & shake your frame
explaining the game it's Phon the Don Pardo
here to kick arse-hole into tomorrow
Why we got more haters than carbo-hydrates
I pull their tarot, high stakes
they lose their marbles, irate psycho-babblin'
stuck in canoes without paddling
It's like Doc not changing the plot
when he rocked the time-travellin', through the wormhole
let's go- to a primordial portal
as the most import folklore since Zorro
Flow like dorsal fins through tital winds
I'm makin' it pop like Orvil Reddenbock
I'm impartial to what's immoral
like Bon-Bons, blowjobs & Gonzo porno
tomgirls with pom poms the Phon be on
autopilot, check my mileage on the "Autobahn"
the Kraftwerk song wrecked my Ortofons
flow so cool like is it Phon or the Fonz?
like Armstrong on the Tour de Franz
sans one nut not going for the bronze
Hear the song of invaluable animals
when i die, feed what's salvageable to the cannibals


2nd verse:

What can I getcha? Let me fetch a rhyme that'll
set your mind better, set your spine on a stretcher
or better yet strech ya like Heather Hunter
after getting balls hitting tether like leather-
strap-on it's fun for my tongue to run laps on
Phon raps on drum tracks like a cowboy has high hats (hi-hats)
my snare snaps, like bear-traps
right where my nutsac meets my lower butt-crack
I peel it back to reveal I'm chapped
so drink to that like Ipecac syrup
I'm done kicking shit wash my stirrups
stirring up my lyrical elixir
making up a magical mixture of compatible pictures
the radical back from sabbatical
like Parker on the saxophone, hit heads like Wack-A-Mole
pack a bowl to the brain of Phon
RHP rise like unexplained hard-ons
beg your pardon, excuse me followers
our joints remain on point like sword swallowers
Got you hollerin' like girls huggin' koalas and
I rest my feet on their breasts like an ottoman
RHP taking notorized bribes
to make the words flip like the script was polarized
What's the time? It's time to get iller
than Illeana Douglas at a fuck-fest
fuck it, I flip it and crack it and saute it
and filet it & break it and make it a brain omelet
Track Name: Everybody Come On
1st verse (Phon-X):

Bite this Phon-X delux
punks jump like hydraulics to get demolished
cuz heads feel the sonics of Phon-X like it's ergonomic
Project phon-X like Matthew Broderick
Phon-X, fix your face like orthodontists
Phon-X, fist your chest leave you heartless
Phon-X, strip your tits, tip you topless
Phon-X, flush your guts like a colonic
Obnoxious, like a pompous Adonis
drunk on Tom Collins, gambling like Kenny Rogers
cuz the Phon-X gets you higher than auto-erotic
-asphyxiation, there's no limitations
I grip the mic with rosin or Paul Simmon
flippin' your Graceland into a Wasteland
plague man, worse than the Bubonic
save man, with Phon antibiotics
Kick you in the head and give you brain damage
Stab who you wed, inflict a miscarriage
Ironic, I spit psychotic
yet Phon-X brings solace like Fred Rogers


chorus:

Everybody come on
Respect your mom
Inspect this bomb
Sound the alarm
There is no calm
This is the storm
Our word is bond
Beyond the norm


3rd verse (Phon-X):

This is hot-cakes, this is coco-NUTS
This is hot-cakes, this is coco-NUTS
This is hot-cakes, this is coco-NUTS
I wear sunglasses as a poker-crutch

I'm all in it no limit for me to hold 'em
deez nuts, still wanted like Petroleum
I'll give you dutch-oven types of lovin'
dirty bomb smugglin' in the tub bubblin'
doubling-down on discovering
my Mona Lisa hanging off the Tower of Pisa
I bring the, medicine like Edison
patented one thousand and ninetythree inventions
ATTENTION, descendants of hiphop that need acceptance
to wield this weapon you must first kneel in reverence
from peasants to presidents, whatever the relevance
craft your flows, mask your prose in eloquence
Accept all challenges, excel in management
manipulate words with more curves than mannequins
flip like Anakin, or Hurricane "Gloria, Gloria" like Laura Branigan
Track Name: Active Galactic Nuclei
Written by Phon-X & Shred Lexicon.
Track Name: New Strange
Written & produced by Phon-X. Cuts by DJ Exfyl.