KastAways: The Extra​-​Celestial

by Effswell

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Effswell Columbus, Ohio

Effswell often converses in his songs with a sure-headed delivery. When not, he's a vibe-driven crooner, reminiscent of the 80s dance era. Effswell sites inspiration from Outkast, Ms. Lauryn Hill, Michael Jackson & others. His "Singer-SongRapper" EP made its debut in 2014 & the sci-fi Outkast homage "KastAways" followed up in August 2016. ... more

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Track Name: The Return (featuring Big Rube)
[Spoken: Alien]
Coordinates: UNKNOWN
From the Mighty O to the Mighty OH
Yeah, Ugh, And now its time to celebrate

[Verse 1: Effswell]
The one you all thought passed away
From Latter Days
I'm singing a song for you like Hathaway
This KastAway
Has more for the people than sacred math today
Joint tip to my Bic
Shit's lit like my ratchets say!
I could go On & On but I'ma just stop right thurr
Visit the Land of Kush
Yoga to calm my nerves
My people are bleeding for reasons
Demons will keep you from seeing
Beavis & Jesus are schemin'
Killing and calling us "heathens"?
Here comes the calm & hush
Simple reassurance like my woman's touch
OH, my vibe's attracting my tribe (riiiiight?)
And my rhyme's attached to my life
Even as a youngin'
I knew I was onto something
By wanting to be ME
FUCK being "like Mike"
So here I stand, in spite of all odds
Extra-Celestial god inspired by gods

[Chorus: Effswell]
I know what I know
And what I know is just for me
Knowledge of Self returned
And up & turned me to a G
Before I be a slave
You'll be buried in a grave
And I'll go home to my family
Yeah, I'll go home to my family, say...

I know what I know
And what I know is just for me
Knowledge of Self returned
And up & turned me to a G
Before I be a slave
You'll be buried in a grave
And I'll go home to my family
And be free

[Verse 2: Effswell]
Every single time I
Bust a rhyme, I
Flip into this mode where I start ghostin' on these busters
No Slimer
That line will not apply if
Nineteen-Ninety Nine was
The year you took the slide out of su madre's V-gina (HA!)
But I digress, lets put this show on the road
All of my "heathens" are at peace
And we're just blowing our smoke
Try any one of us, you runner-up
Unanimous vote
And watch that peace turn to a "piece"
And yeah, you gotta go
All of my lovers and all others?
You're invited to stay
Violins and smiles tend to keep the violence at bay
Brightly lit from Beyond
Ain't no light where I pray
I daydream at night to fight the nightmares of my day
That's why I could give a damn who you go so hard to impress
Rather get the contact number from an Empress
Call her up and WHAT? Yup! Impregnate a Princess
While everyone I know dies cause they haven't lived yet
...You the shit yet?


Track Name: aGemini
[Spoken: Ms Lauryn Hill]
If I could tell you that I was totally unprepared;
I can't prepare anything because I always just -- I just drop it.

'Cause it's just too cerebral...
And what I'm feeling in here, I have just all this ball of energy inside;
And when you know, it just doesn't work with my intellectual mind.
The two are like *CRASH*

You know
So I, either -- one has to take control:
Either I suppress that spirit
Or I suppress my brain

[Verse: Effswell]
(I know, I know)
Take a hit... Isolated I sit
No rudeness intended to women or children
Or who I offend when I spit
When I go off, acid 'cause its so raw
Unprotected, no love for promoters when they low-ball
Unlcle Tom Brokaws
The headline is you show off
Use my name just to gain a couple groupie hoes? Naw.
Blank Potato Head: I will have no parts
"Mr. Scrooge, its Christmas... have a heart!"
I am sorry but I'd rather not
I'm looking at the world and these crabs cannot see past the block
I never was understood by my own kind
Either I'm late or way ahead of my own time
I hate what rap does, and yet I still rhyme
My circle's on the map, Meridian & we're so prime
The strong survive & so my only goal's to outlast
My youth went fast, lets talk about that
Respected curfew, streetlights I wasn't out past
Social misfit slash inner-city outcast
Plus, I wasn't hard enough to be a hood
But I was smart enough, my parents had me reading good
I was a teen before I had my first pair of Nikes
Back in the ghetto, all the kids thought I was very white
"Why you sound so proper when you talk, BRO?"
"And where you from? Were you born on a golf course?"
What I said then and what they did not know
Is "Lil Negro, you grow & we all grow"
You make it to the top & we all go
The same rule applies to an early grave also
It's all so up to us to pick the way
I was once born, will die, but I live today

It's all so up to us to pick the way
I was once born, will die. I live. Today.

[Spoken: Ms Lauryn Hill]
I don't have an American Dream.
I have a Dream;
Because my Dream relates to the entire world.

You know, and to be honest with you,
I mean that is that the entire world find -- have salvation,
That the entire world have joy,
That the entire world know God.

For me to limit that and say that's an "American Dream", that would be far too limiting.
That's a Dream for this entire world.

I can sing songs about Love,
I can sing songs about me;
And those people will enjoy those songs.
But when they're desperately, desperately in need of help,
What will my music do?

...Usually works out the best when I suppress,
And not kill, not destroy, but just suppress;
Allow my spirit to navigate the rest of my devices
Instead of allowing those things to have control over my spirit
Because, you know...
I have a considerable amount of confidence,
but its not in me.
It's the work that God's doing in me
That makes me confident.
Track Name: J. C. Hellion
[Verse 1: Effswell]
First round
A stranger & I
She has no clue how cool
Tonight's bout to be

Dinner, a movie
& some wine, baby
I'm doing fine
I'm bout to trade in The P
For some V

If you're out here like I'm out here
You don't feel what you don't know
But when it hits, its so hard
That's FO real!
Since you're outchere like I'm out here
We don't win if we won't go
So can I date like you're Hill' with no Bill
And if elected

I'll make the girl disappear
I'll make the girl disappear with a smile & hello
I'll make the roof disappear
I'll make the roof disappear so the breeze & she can blow
I'll put the sound in your ear
I'll put the sound in your ear that'll feel like vacation
And if you're headed to the store
Here's twenty dollars for some brews
You can use my spaceship

[Verse 2: Effswell]
Shawty knows I'm playing for keeps
'Cause I go long when I'm strong
Diction so avant-garde, kitten
Drowned in a pool by the beach
Its SO deep!

That's when I tried to cut it up like coupon clippings on Sunday
She said "Be good! You'll get it one day!"
Then my rabbit sprang fat from a hat then SPLAT on her necklace
...and for my next trick!


[Verse 3: Effswell]
Ooh, they never shoulda gave you, gave you
Money, you slave, you Django wannabe BITCH
If you knew you were a slave you'd cling to
Massa, who'd hang you in a minute 'cause he's jealous bout his wench
You'd never runaway to escape who
Wants to annihilate you
Simply 'cause you're too sweet to resist
A couple trips, a couple dollars, and a hoe who gives you holler
That's the only reason you wanna be rich?
Too many wrong guys stuntin'
Its a long time comin' since Cooke said "Change Gon' Come"
They'd rather be cowardly
Nobody in the Galaxy must've listened to a word Sam sung
Meanwhile these rappers are false-flagging,
Trigger jam, homie you can't bang
Spittin' recycled lines, bitter 'cause you can't sing
Not me, I'ma do the damn thang
On a make it while you fake it campaign
Nicknamed Dave Blaine

[Chorus 2x]
Track Name: Da Heart of Glory-Tellin'
[Verse 1: Effswell]
I stopped sleeping at night a week ago this Wednesday
Daydreamed I would master splinters
Gee, Sensei
Wood master made my fire burn bright
She chewed your dude like food
What a true termite
As I hit the turnpike
Turns out I'm about that thing kids describe as "that life"
Nothing on my head, something's on my mind
Like why are 1 in 3 guys who look like I doing time?
And the numbers don't lie
So if you got 2 and I got 2 then why you hummin' on mine?
I won't apologize for being so outspoken
And you won't get no burn in my arcade without a token
M.K. Olsen
M.K. Ultra's got your mind in holdin'
Booking you for questionin'
And you never question whether you'd do better ingesting a bowl of medicine?
Oh no, you'd rather see your Reverend

But ummmm, riddle me this:
If not for profit, would your church even exist?

Looking dapper
Fishing for red snapper
Point it out, if she's attractive I'll get at her
Groceries are fragile, I'll go gentile as I bag her
Connections happen fast, no joke I've never been a lagger
Started onstage as a King Center tapper
I was Savion Glover magnified by family matters
Son of a pastor, puffin' on greener pastures
And that, Sir, is how you make a Singer-SongRapper
Rather, my life was just preparation for this
Hater butt hurt, they're taking Preparation for it
But in me they'll invest or they'll ignore it
'Cause shit, Lil Bitch, I gotta hit the road
Too many asking when the tour is
Gorgeous gets gored in my fortress
I tattoo two chicks like a whore's rib
Swagger like that Andy Milanor-kid
(Just one more thing)
Don't ask me what a feature costs, you couldn't afford it

[Spoken: Kanye West]
So what I wanna explain to everybody out there is like...
I make music, I can do it;
But I shouldn't be limited to only one place of creativity
And its literally only like one or two or three reasons
Why I haven't been able to break that down

But why would you feel that you are...? Because, and I'm just try----

[Kanye West]
No, that's the thing that you guys don't understand.
You guys don't understand
When I say "Clean water was only served to the fairer-skinned"
What I'm saying is, we're making product with chitlins.
T-SHIRTS! That's the most we can make! T-shirts.
We can have our best perspective... on t-shirts.
But if it's anything else?
Your Truman Show boat is hitting the wall.
Track Name: Too Dope
[Verse 1: Effswell]
Okay now take this to the brain
Or better yet, a vein
No diamonds in my pendant so I'm always off the chain
I don't claim to be different ever since that was the same thing
To look just like the next mane, then call him a lame
Serving Herman Cain to these unsuspecting Janes
A space on the highway does not give you a lane
So I just do it my way
Praying for the day great names are recited alongside of Joseph A
Okay, and hey now I'm not daydreaming 'bout someday
No, I'm on the tarmac now
Model Face on the runway
Touch down any given Sunday
Folks take notes when I say flows, yay
Even when I come plain
I mean normal: the opposite of flashy
Speaking formal: the opposite of ashy
To be cordial, the only time you'd pass me
Is if you caught a vocab and ride out vastly, I'm too dope

[Chorus: Effswell]
It's Too Dope
Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope, Dope
I'll get some sleep as long as you don't
Don't. Be-lieve. That. Hoax.
Truthfully I'm being myself
Self, Self, Self, Self
And every one of us is Too Dope
Dope, Dope, We're Too Dope, You know

[Verse 2: Effswell]
Shorty wanna roll wit' a G
But since there's a G deficiency
Shorty's rollin with me!
"Are you in Good Hands?" Thats my AllState voice
What a truly good man, got her cupcake moist
My Genie went lamp til she rubbed that boy
& she LOVES that boy (boy)
And I'm so sarcastic
A sarcophagus is just a casket
So I... Enter the tomb of her womb and
Quiddich in that witch without a broom
I take hand jobbies from hotties that want handouts
Blow jobbies from those who wanna blow
Got Poon-jabi
From a kama sutra hotty
Outta Calcutta
Cut her til the cows comin' home
It was too dope...

[Chorus 2x]
Track Name: Mumblin' Words (featuring T Mattox & QB SelfMade)
[Chorus: T Mattox]
I don't wanna go to the club
No toe-to-toe with a thug
Just want to roll one

And I don't even hear you
But I will do
I'll do my thing

[Verse 1: Effswell]
Look Ma!
I'm Barry Sanders off the handoff
Lion running back before Simba was the man, ya'll
Smoking like I'm Gandalf's Grandpa
Hell naw
There he goes again talkin' that WIZ shit
I'm on the lookout for the GODS (Aw!)
Me & seven sisters had a cookout in the stars
I swear to God
...okay to Bob
But Bob would tell you God would not exist without us all
And twice versa
Dig it?
Visa cards reverse the worry lines inside department stores on Christmas
When I was a kid this shit was different
Instagram did not exist, we had minimalism
Some self-hater called me 'Simpin'
But Pimp, I'm gettin' kitty over here
There ain't no women in prison!
The Mothership is SO exquisite
Her leather's so soft I go off on Venusians & visit
The cliff & the ridge,
Cross the brook on the bridge
And get splashed by her waves as I eject my whip
All because I'm faded off the smoke inside this bubble, man
Joint in my right, vapor bag in my other hand
(On the other hand...)


[Verse 2: QB SelfMade]
Stressed all day, I need a smoke break
Hit the weed man up, need that fire steady blazin'
Laid back in a cloud of amazement
Got that sticky icky green, call it Sour Deez
Life becomes a dream when you climbing trees
Rolled up in a palma leaf
Two and out & then proceed
Rotation small, only pass it to my family
The ones right left of me
Figured out a plan how I keep it coming back to me
Switched up the Pedigree, kept my dogs next to me
Loyalty for my team and loyalty from my team
It's QB!
So I grab some papers when I'm smoking with Effswell
Strange clouds affiliated with that strong smell
Conversations 'bout pussy money and weed here
A nigga been rollin' while still, no Sprewell's

Every time I take a hit of this weed I'm so gone
Conversation dull, zone out, yeah I'm so wrong
Every time I take a hit of this weed I'm so gone
Conversation dull, zone out, yeah I'm so wrong

Break down another shell, roll up another L
Get your smoke on, get your smoke on
Break down another shell, roll up another L
Get your smoke on, get your smoke on


[Verse 3: T Mattox Smoky Intermission]

[Instrumental Outro]
Track Name: She Lives in My Past
[Verse 1: Effswell]
I had to let her go
I had to let her leave
She's messin' round with them
She's having sex with me
I'm not the one at all
To share the things I love
I know one thing for sure
This wedding ring's a dud

I had to let her go
I had to let her leave
My Baby doesn't know
What she brought home to me
I had to let it burn
Like Usher used to sing
I had to go see the doctor
Prescription with some cream
Oh no, no...

[Verse 2]
You were supposed to be my chum like shark food
Made you my angel, halo
Shoulda came with a harp, too!
Loving you was such a smart move
That is until that time that you'd start to
Offer your lady parts in a dark room, no guard
Go hard to the point like darts do
But all the while that you're knowing me
It blows me that you're never really showing me your heart too
"And now I'm sleeping with a stranger!"
Said the dog bout the sheep to the lamb that was new to the manger
And this is not anger, and there was no unwanted fetus, so
Baby, why the coat hanger?
You're saying you want to abort this
Yeah, life was dificil but we were doing gorgeous
My love orbits a short list
And you can make my heartstrings ring, but you'd rather go cordless?
Or, its...
You're sick of putting 2 & 2 together just to turn around and forfeit, Miss!
What are you running from?
The braces fell off your legs and I got dumped. Gumped. Forrest.
If you messed up, I get it.
You cheated? Admit it.
Just be the bigger person, 'cause I'm being the biggest
Shit, falling in Love is bucket listed
But we can't dead our differences until we kick it

...The bucket, that is
Well fuck it, you trick
I fucked up and slipped
End up in a ditch
Talkin' bout my olllllllllllld Love
My Old Love.

[Refrain: Effswell]
I had to let her go
I had to let her leave
My baby doesn't know
How much she means to me

[Spoken: Effswell]
From the beggining...
I knew it was the 9th inning,
I knew we both were sinning;
Aside from playful licking, we ain't have a single lick of business.
That was the reality at least
I was living credit card to credit card
But you know what?
I would do my last drug with that girl,
I would give my last hug to that girl.
But right now all I wanna do is give these brass knucks to that girl
I don't give 2 fast fucks about that girl
Track Name: Grillz of Steel (featuring JoSexy & T Mattox)
[Verse 1: JoSexy]
Met a bitch on High Street, she was mad cute
Said she like my gauges and my Yoshi tattoo
A shallow hoe, I asked her name and she said Desireé
I'm like "Desire, bitch? We need to find a place to lay!"
We headed to my place, by then it's gettin' kinda late
She still don't get it so I had to give it to her straight
Well Desireé I've got a Desireé to check your résumé
A sorta confirmation you can make me levitate
Told her I'm a mack, I be pimpin' hoes
So she went down South like Tippin' 4's
Got my jollies and the bitch just froze
'Cause I got it in her ears, eyes, mouth and nose
I'll call her back if she go ham enough
She bend it over, buss it wide, but for that she'll need some stamina
She questioned if a nigga man enough
I put it in, pumped twice, and by then that bitch was standin' up
(Standin' up)

[Chorus: T Mattox]
I tell these East Coast freaks (freaks, freaks)
Same thing I tell these West Coast pros (pros, pros, pros)
I like what's in your Dirty South blouse (blouse, blouse, blouse)
I know you want it
Girl, you know you wanna top me off
(Me off, me off, me off, me off)
You love to top me off
(Me off, me off, me off, me off)
You wanna to top me off
(Off, off, off, off!)
You Love to top me
I know you want it
Girl you know you wanna top me...

[Verse 2: Effswell]
Ready or not, I'm back up like reversal
Fast life, last ride, no hearse so
I'ma put this beat in the dirt, yo
And I never gave a fuuuu--- Just broke a curse, Bro!
I'm prophetic
You are pathetic
Cannot blame you 'cause its in your genetics
My life's a gamble, so glad Mommy betted
Spelling bee champ too, King of Phonetics
A boy, I dance like a B-Boy
C boy, if I ever was a D-boy
I'd serve ladies with that E, boy
'Til they wanna F with a G on freak roids
Before you're hopped up on shots and pills
My brain's got a lot to spill
Plus a cop to kill, a hot spot to fill
Like The Devil's new crib in Pradaville


[Verse 3: Effswell]
I am... not apologetic for talking aggressive
Low blood pressure, won't need no stressin'
Don't shoot guns won't be no medic
If you get gassed, you'll be unleaded
Chickens get breaded, your goose got cooked
Salty was your look so you got shook
Reverse my autobiographical book
I'm a singer turned rapper turned king gone crook