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1. |
My Thoughts
03:18
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Matching my Xanax with bomb weed
Mixing my liquor with coffee
May be taking a risk but regardless
Feel like I found me some balance in all this
Drug math that's what I call it
Try to keep using my smarts when I party
A manageable pace to not pass out
A ginger ale so you don't vomit
Lifes a puzzle but you can't solve it
A piece will be missing like always
Not even a corner but an odd one
So you can see the whole picture
But it's off one
Might be on top of the roster and rockin
Might be about to collapse of exhaustion
Or simply dopesick strung out
And nauseous
Hugging the toilet
Lacking endorphins
The way I maintain my outlook
Is important
Applaud my own good moves
And laugh at misfortune
Some claim to be spending a fortune
Like cash that could go to a mortgage
On some never effective promotion
Or on generic type beats that
Are horseshit
I'm honestly
often impressed
with the lyrics
But people for real just don't hear them
Cuz the production to samey
Generic
The substance gets faded and buried
Not trying to be negative really
Don't call this verse hate I am merely
Telling my truth to who near me
I'm told that my songs are too dreary
Sorry but these are my thoughts I
Just hop on the mic and start sharing
Democrat
Republican
I do not like
None of them
One day I might run
Myself
For right now I'm back
On drugs again
I guess I shouldn't have
Said that
Now I'll never win an election
Guess I'm sticking my own profession
Till I'm retired or dead or
Arrested
The rest of my life I've invested
Whether it's 60 years or
It's next week
And old man goin out resting
Unless my lifestyle catch up
And best me
Might look different from
Where you are sitting
Maybe you're thinking I'm losing the picture
But I myself think that it's awful befitting
My content like continent
Constantly shifting
I could just rant about politics
Endless
Asking you honestly where
All of it gets us
Resorting to drowning my thoughts
In some Guinness to
Watch as America falls into
Splinters
Don't call the cops
Don't want them to visit
Can't call my boss
There's none in existence
Each of my tracks a
Creative invention
And I don't need cash
To create an incentive
Not craving attention
Just making my vision
Predetermined I made a decision
Refrain from dismissing
Stay on the mission
To be Voltaire Slap that's
My stated intention
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2. |
Glimpse Eternity
02:26
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Oh dang look at this
No you can't make it up
Everyday there's new shit
It will never let up
Thicken up your skin
Cuz you have to be tough
Passing obstacles tests
Till you're practically nuts
Acting strange yeah you're
Actually sus
So I'm asking with patience
To pass me the blunt
Me I feel fine
I'm all happy and stuff
Just gotta keep an eye out
For sarsky and hutch
Cuz they shoot steal run over
Kidnap and jump
Rob you of your son
Then go out to lunch
Don't call it a hunch
It's the truth what I said
Look as soon as we fight back
They roll out the feds
Supposed to be dark
But it's so loud and red
Voted for hope but
Got sold out instead
We got covid and death
And war and distress
How the fuck we get stuck
Cleaning up the whole mess
Getting tired of the news
All the higher ups in suits
These elected officials
The shit that they do
Let's look at all the rights
That they grifted from you
Like let's kill an
Amendment or two
Free speech thrown
out and denied
Right to bear arms
Just applies if you're white
And even then only if
You're on their side
If you try to see the light
They will aim between your eyes
Police never serve and protect
They hurt and arrest
Steal our taxes for checks
Hate in their mind and ice
In their chests
And they work for the rest
Of these pests don't forget
There's no blue vs red
It's not worst vs best that's
An optical illusion like
That white and gold dress
Do you want a revolution
Folks say I don't know I guess
I wanted decent healthcare
And water without lead
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3. |
Distant Vantage Point
03:41
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Out in outer space on
Some unnamed planet
Pupils all wide
And my thoughts unmanaged
Never know what time
Or even day it is
God damn it
Beat stays jamming
While my lungs take damage
Watch the bag do magic tricks
Like poof it up and vanished
Lyrics come at random
Hardly ever plan them
Write them and recite them
Whether not you understand them
With my beats I'm lighting fires
With my words I gas and fan them
Awful controversial
Often causing tantrums
Always causing hurt to
Politicians and their fandoms
Don't stand for the anthem
Won't stan those in mansions
Ten thousand in the street
With the signs and the chanting
Defund we demand it but
Do we see answers
No we see on their knees
The police chief pander
Stupid to try to reform
And revamp them
They need to be cancelled
Completely dismantled
Flying through the clouds
Past the stars and the moon
Spend this dark afternoon
Making marvelous tunes
Take you to places
Uncharted and new
Doing more than you
Possibly thought I could do
Got a bag of what no telling
I just come prepared a lot
Starting to feel bothered let's
Seek out a better spot
Think I'm hearing cops
This place getting hella hot
Of course I'm ok to drive
Right now
Don't give it an extra thought
Giving it all that I have
Up on the freeway
Hauling my ass
Turning a sizeable stash
To nothing but dust that
Gets stuck to the bag
Never did leave but I'm back
Found the old me the trash
Said what I need and made with
The peace
Now there is nothing left keeping
Me back
See I don't even know what
My plan is
Looking from way high up in my vantage
A test of my faith
But I have none
More like a test of my
Patience and passion
Seeing me out of the house
With my mask on
But most of the time you won't see me
I'm at home
Getting high to my beats till
My lines are so deep
Get measured in leagues
And in fathoms
Losing my grip on reality now
As I'm feeling the colors
And seeing the sounds
Don't know if I'm up
Or only less down
Closest to sober
I get is strung out
Life of the party
Death of the author
The words are important
The retcon is also
Expressing my speech
Till I'm breathless exhausted
There is no pausing
Proceed with caution
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4. |
Demons
03:08
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Demons at the gate
They're getting in
They make themselves at home
Much to my chagrin
But still I win
Just by being
Here at the end
My agenda could not be
More simple
Just making some beats
With my friends
Tell me my body's a temple
Kinda like Zelda
A boss at the end
My brain is now all but just
Melted
If I wasn't so numb then
I'd have felt it
Mixing up drugs while
I sip on a well drink
I know I shouldn't but I think its helping
I cannot help but grin when I tell it
My name on the pen
Voltaire Slapadelic
Done
Fucked
Everything sucks
But everyone already knows
There's war and disease
And the hills catch on fire
But that's just the way that
It goes
Sometimes you yell and feel
Down on yourself
And say how could it get
Any worse
Could get killed by police
Turned to a meme
Before everyone gets
Back to work
Now I'm just some guy
So I don't know why
People don't often get
What they earn
While people in office
And CEOs also
Live lives they don't hardly
Deserve
It grosses me out and
It honestly hurts
Good thing I got all of this
Quality herb
So I can go fighting
With the hands that I'm writing
My name and this verse in the dirt
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5. |
Voltaire Was Right
02:40
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Feeling a little insane
Out of control like Nicholas Cage
Been sad before
Feel stress all the time
Gotta admit this isn't the same
Killing myself is a process
Takes a long time
But I'm on it
Think leaving Las Vegas I'm
Drinking for breakfast
The weed and the speed and
The acid I take em
Raising the heat I don't think I can
Take it
A hundred and twenty degrees and
I'm naked
Down on the floor not breathing
I'm laying
I'm seeing I'm breathing
I'm thinking I made it
At least for today though
Depression so heavy
Can't handle the payload
Blood keeps on rushing
Anxiety crushing
Nearly too weak for the stress
Good thing I get tree from
The best
Considering all things I'm blessed
But the planets a fiery mess
Not a guess
That's the truth of it
Our leaders just do
Stupid shit
So I'm a take
These two cube hits
And loosen up
Some screws a bit
Colors shapes
Cartoonishness
Eating more hallucinogens
Wondering if I'll die by fire
Covid or the policemen
Pissy drunk
tripping nuts
Rolling face and smoking dank
Totally in control right now
Thing is I don't know the way
Not once
No not one time
Has Voltaire made a track that
Don't slap
That won't fly
Make you think
Move your feet
Or a least
Grind your teeth
Make you wanna
Chuck a Molotov at
People wearing sheets
KKK proud boys
MAGA and police
Each one points the other ones
And says yeah they're with me
I say fuck them all in fact
Let's throw them in the sea
Better off without them
Have a little bit more peace
Don't condone violence
But accept it as a means
The needs of the people trump
The comforts of elites
Look at V
Spit opinions on the beat
You can call this verse a lecture
I consider it a speech
You can bob your whole head
If you're really listening
You can try to hate and stop me
But just end up in defeat
You can try and make a copy but then
Everyone will see
Because there can only be one
V S with no reruns
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Voltaire Slapadelic Hayward, California
VOLTAIRE SLAPADELIC
Non Binary Hip Hop artist based in the Bay Area.
VOLTAIRE SLAPADELIC gains a lot of
influence for their instrumental production from both DJ SCREW and the Bay's HYPHY movement, with a lot of nods to bass music and classic east coast hip hop
Lyrically they draw most influence from the likes of MF DOOM, Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler the Creator, among others.
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