For All Debts Public and Private is the new LP from rapper Defcee and producer, BoatHouse.
Features include Kipp Stone, Mother Nature, SolarFive, greenSLLime, and Armand Hammer.
Photos by Alexander Richter
Design and Layout by Mr. Krum
Limited to 500 copies.
Digitally releasing 4/19
*Vinyl is in production with United Record Press and expected to land November 2022.
Each purchase includes digital copy of the LP. Digital copies will be sent via email within 24 hours of purchase.
All Sales Final / no refunds except for damaged records.
Includes unlimited streaming of For All Debts Public and Private
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
Krakoan slang with Charles Xavier’s stage voice.
Weapon X graduate, adamantium grade point.
Vengeance for repentance had us snappin off the lab locks,
comic book color panel palettes splash backdrops.
Rap’s ad hoc. The stat talk is just math rock.
Past’s like the jazz spot–Bird Parker stash hot.
Coltrane-plane-level free note phrasing.
Midwest dress code, East Coast cadence
dripping from the rhyme hands, flexed with the pocket switch.
Aim like my last name should end in “-akovic.”
Talkin outta turn, lips bent with the gossip twitch.
Body’s not a temple, but my head is like a monolith.
We were in the studio, eighty bars, no hooks,
wildin at whoever tried breakin dope on my notebook.
Rome cookin in the distance, still isn’t ready yet,
so we’re yellin “Get the lead out!” at these pencil necks.
HOOK (x2):
Supreme Clientele was my homework.
Notepad had a Cuban Linx’ worth of code words.
Wanted to rock bubble coats with the faux fur.
Won winter wars but I had to beat the cold first.
Sampled the instrumental, and cooked more bassline.
Did the impossible–spoke to woods on FaceTime.
Home plate in my field of vision. Fuck a “wait” sign.
Rushmore? What? Dog, they ain’t even waist-high.
Stage dive into the abyss from my limits.
Throwin bricks through the pit, scoped the wigs in the Senate.
Hurl a rapper through time. Now his whole fit is vintage.
He-Who-Remains wrote the script as you lived it.
Purple tape, blue moon, red dawn, got that “favorite ex” charm
with a left palm full of Flex bombs
for every rapper wearin their bulletproof vests wrong.
We’re gonna stick em with the bill…and know the check’s long.
Forty years in the desert, all I ate was manna
with the grace and table manners of a raging bamma.
They got more wires in their truck than a cable scammer. I’ll
throw their sneakers in the pool like they’re Frank Costanza.
Sardonyx is one of my favorite posse cuts from a Backwoodz Studioz project. These four guys (Elucid, woods, Quelle Chris, Pink Siifu) are some of the best in the game right now, in my opinion
Whole album is a banger, front to back iativos
An album that was challenging at first but always thought provoking, painting pictures with rhymes over such harsh & strong instrumentals all throughout. Mystifying, gorgeous and intense melancholy all at once conveyed beautifully. I was typing a longer review before I realized it was too long, but this album from start to finish is a beautiful painting in each track. I'd list almost every track as my favorite if possible, so much good to say about the raps, beats, guest features. Great music. darksunq