by Davy Hamburgers

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Treetops will be a 2013 hip hop album by Davy Hamburgers, hopefully done around September


released 15 June 2013



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Davy Hamburgers Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

DAVY HAMBURGERS AKA DAVID VAN AMBURG AKA ILL TUNA AKA HAMBURGERS HAMMERPANTS AKA EYETEE THE SMOKY THROAT is a MC, beatmaker, guitar player and singer from Pittsburgh. He is in a bunch of hip hop and rock bands. He likes civil rights, skateboards, bikes, walking, poker, people who don't suck, and that sweet sweet chronic. Always down for collabo. ... more

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Track Name: Y'all Giving?
123 to the 4 I rock rhymes & then I rock that shit some more
y'all givin? what you got to say if a person is hungry then you feed
em today if they tired then provide em a cot for the nap if they ignorant go ahead give that face a slap but if they learnin with their head in a book encourage the behavior and provide them a nook I'm a lucky man who can stand up before you today and say the adults in my life when I was a child held sway role models one and all mom pop aunts uncles you can stand tall if I could take it back to the top of the stack influence the cards as they were dealt I wouldn't trade my fam for nothin heartfelt
I see my peoples treated by the world as an equals for their
achievements my heart swells good job fells and lasses y'all givin classes on how to act people with their heads not up they asses like the dummy folks distributed throughout the masses I'm over 40 and I don't go to clubs hang around with tough guys or listen to weak dubs
monster of a man made entirely out of love if you don't like the raps then you can just shove
amalgamated sam he got a fist to go with along with dove talons and an olive branch staunch stance
no wooden nickels davy hamburgers fresh bun mayo hold the pickels
no matter which dice fall down in your crapstack you dip the bucket in the well and then you give back
expect more outta yourself than the mean old world and we'll get along swell the farmer plants herbs fron the hill to the dale and back in the hidden glen suave swan inna pigpen
more word drips than an inkpen fire in a bottle like neat scotch mic antics from the true school and thats a rule boss I got mic controllers to look up to and represent see like jack wilson on top of his rhymes a true master poet for the times I try to get nice like krs-0ne on a freestyle takin shit from no one
when I grow up I hope I crush mics preach no religion and
write checks you got a shine inside yo bein that contains mankind's true meanin look it up sun its like words on pages sure shot you learn in stages no sweat to the young who just aint in these mindspaces yet but if you ahead of the game knowin true shit I give you much love cuz
I dont even see age and thats word if you deep then you swim
in pools uncharted full of worth clean springs gift things cool waters
mystery daughters back in lives like you was allowed to stay alive and try to find the one little spot where you can reach heights and then drop it like a thought
Track Name: Skeptics
we come a fair sight firefly nightlight summer sprite
stagefright man's plight dog bite make it right
porch swing rock forth bee wing sing sing
scarab spring final fling sweep ping street ring
sky blue eye true fly flew who am I
to try to lie to the guy who knew the truth
a game all the same kill shame lose blame
shun fame dance for rain maintain the same thing

same swing try to make this a name thing
little sun you the one magnet shield heart yield
growing shoot fertile field neat row scarecrow
speaker show streaker glow beaker blow freaker know
the breaker flip circuit shut tight on a surge trip
ghost sail missing crew ocean blip
groggy brew the parrot knew davy jones & water bones
mermaid looked good built like grace jones

her face shone all right all fair all grown
bare love g'wan shove faint blood taint good
velvet glove melted up stirred cup busted luck
big truck swig sip aint give no fucks
hotlip heartflip handin in pink slips
gettin grips aint wet cut like tin snips
swim like fin flips been like man shit
tree tops green bud cola cuts sweet tip
Track Name: Jivin' Tofurkey
holmes had some distance to his self & to his nature quirky creature
known as jivin the turkey digs deep string shaker covered in tonics murky
double feature imposing stature hollow axe sir maths a good blur
name changer drape a moniker over cabs & sound slabs never drab
thinking mans thinking plan aint yet done rearrange her
very strange sure
catch a blimp to fantastic's cloud and dance in the rain for pleasure
trash is treasure this is my note piece doled out in steady measure
scents of myth in your ocean bouncers
lands in realms of blunt force trounce fresh flounders cads & bounders
the broad way say mate you got the time to spare for the majors tape
submarine fare halfway there no tat no harm all darn weave me some love &
I'll plow the whole farm her breath is warm moon on her face
float first & slake all thirst take the worst break for new place
we bake words convex and concave pilot lit autoclave hot stones pave
new street meet and greet hit the mic hard & then go take a seat
Track Name: Bedmonsters
something moves late at night in beds across the countryside
the beast with many backs thunder cracks laugh tracks moonlight thru chimneystack shoot for lazy motown mono rainy day beatsound line twist and pan the parts around expand samples and paint the little strands with stereo depth and illusion of meant plans. when she sleeps I fire nodes and daydream new brands success eludes me and my crew we half grew into shunted shoots and then withdrew I've been my own enemy my whole life don't truck with strife chase serenity value life peaceful like quaker man but know how to fight you put your fist in the fire and then strike smite with might if you fail backtrack up the trail to the shed and then wail howl at moons from drought start to monsoon burst worst to first resilient heart play the part from tadpole to chest swole sing it blue from dim shady corner to figure under light pole bright second sight sewn the whole hole shut stern to stem brilliant gem refractor beat rap tax enactor
Track Name: Stormbloopers
I'm tryin to tell ya
I aint right in my head dont leave the house for weeks my mind leaks
information we don't speaks about it mums the word little bird
ya heard
scatterbrained harebrained lame brained lion tamed
full range rabid bubble lip furry mange
dudes strange
chopped up the stash and hit the roof like on fire handlebar mustache on
hot glass
news flash nobody knows him and he blast mics like cronkite
outta sight hit this number quick gotta split
sticky lips sunshine fadeout loose bits one time hit and then
dip like sinkin ships
just the tips
its in the writ
call it weird guy on static mode sub ether scan standbye
no lie
they try to jam the signal but we strip the noise dry nice try
swap it to the strong side open ride powerglide hit the slide
and then airborne rushing by your blushing bride
in the pits and crashed before he hit his stride
rough ride punched me in the pride
bled out over years and now I'm dry
thats my story and I stick to it until we hit the high side
leave all the low points behind
listen to your heart and heal your mind
Track Name: Sentient Sediment - vs BLAKLUNG
blaklung and the paleface gringo hit drumskins like tribal spirits
possessed your boy ringo on some midnight shroom action stack bins of vintage vino paired with pringles and a cuppa cappacino look mah no means, so, I be down the south side with some dappled sunbeams breakin clouds with the homeboy oyo tell the mission to save a seat with soup cuz your boy can flow but he gots to regroup to recoup thicker around the legstem than old betty boop fake colors like prisms stuck on a fruit loop double stuffed rhyme notes pulled choke rich mix down by rote spectre shield high yield boneproof spookgoof rather aloof satire spoof you aint got the numbers to smoke me thru the roof this the high proof hooch kick you in the gooch yo your girls hot but she sports the giant pooch mom jeans busted dreams break seams thread counts and spring bounce light heavyweight but trade pounds to the ounce step light and float but not flounce showboat but no gloat shakey stems in tar the remains of the dro
speak in circle tongues to musty bum rumdums
battle no rappers but slayed the force of humdrums
stayed the course of glum chums smiled in spite of stun sums more nostalgic visions than the golden years reruns
lit up by globe lamps arc banks and foodstamps
no chance to go back is to surrender to avalanche
cut losses and bask in limit rations
masque lines slip dissent into factions
pegged out simple three known wide as strong reaction
we share glances but is it stab magic he cuts a rug and fine figures of
course that shit was tragic you gotta have it
art nodes in bap modes hit switch fit lit diodes
the shore erodes thats just what it does
you can build it back up but just until the flood
blood piped sentiment sentient sediment dredger trawl treasure haul in the ring and off the wall
Track Name: Atom Chopperz
wrote some heartfelt words but shit was deemed not good enough
through the rough stuff kept eyes ahead but dread crept up in his guts sick in the pits he knew it was for naught
aught could do
what about you?
could you a' flew when gale force blew?
or flopped like feather bits airbourne lightweight and got took
as luck drew
pictures flicker bits decay
like old tartan spreads on faded cracked wicker
no miss, I didn't hit him
I'm a firm believer in
you don't stick unless you get stuck in regulation and then
uncorked equal blotters ink spilt flower wilt
but these tapes are old played spent
a while back but stuck no eject
so you listen on your way
to the 5 and dime
to pick up wraps and
soda with lime need a drink around closing time
pick you up a bottle if you pick me up mine
live for second chances and you're a good friend of mine
learn to not worry and we'll get along fine
Track Name: Like A Twig In A Sound
this the potion wordstyle homebrew four one two gon' get you
go to your head like a cuppa mead go to bed like a buncha sleep
in the pool & off the deep end breaking road rules with your best friend
hit the hole like a needle & thread fix it up tailor gonna mend refracting
light like glass gonna bend rays blue jay
wrap it up like he mighta had a cause beat it in court with a nice law
clause in your lap like puppy paw always raw eagle claw
icky dab dash & grab bigmouth blab
new on a stage in a messed up age couldnt rhyme a bit unless he took it offa page he wanna put controller in the front of his name so he slept with his mic & kept an clean gauge
full rage
took the words that he met on the street
& put em in sack that drooped to his feet chopped em up at home and stuff & sicced em on a beat like dogs on meat
fun size trick or treat say it again blast on repeat
he's the kind of guy that you want to meet all the best parts for free
extremely pleased to see this spree eventually we meet finality
thats fine with me cool breeze
have it your way piece in play end as it may sing or pray
final day sky of gray anyway let it spray
downpour outroar to the river shore & then give it more
stroke the oar lion's roar in the post like a big on a bound off the coast
like a twig in the sound rock a boat like ninjas giving pounds
Track Name: Cheese Festival - vs Rara Avis
what you know about
jam action true blue gus and aint even #braggin numbers station tower repeat amp the signal over oceans and no flaggin doing it right now report soon puffy clouds in the afternoon
hit me up if you think its ratin name on a shirt
and ship it to DaveDrayton molten metal or hotter for that airplay its the leaky junk mainstay fastlane punx in the fairway
rub it in like ben gay
more kick to the step than a domicile bash paisley pants and basement hash
drink the stout sing the song bearded man on stage smashing gongs
clashing bongs
knighted wrongs & stabbing prongs
say hey fair play
no grandstand
mountain dancer doing handstands
in the cleft of the rock the jungle grows where it will and its quick to get lost
tongue be the blade cut the dagger posthaste
slice it off extra arbiter of taste
machete era straightaway control your own mic
take it to the spot fight it for life SPL its hot or its not full thought and then fade away
Track Name: Cherished - vs Jhameel
static cling words stuck to mouthtops like rooftops got pigeons boss hoss burger visions on jhameel beat chops I cherish the original check him out he got his own dot com j to the h AM double e ell and he sure as hell gets down

I lay it out for the syllable connections the echo resurrection back to life in between breaths an no breaka sweat didnt even know the difference between clefs never dissed a rapper but his thoughts were stupid fresh treated the world with love & got it back in respect never once even had to break necks lion on his face he got personal space get lost in a haze forest bump a hidden log colored green like jumping prince frog hotter in the tongue than a fiery dwarven mine balrog all crunch no sog

he captain a clean ship bubble shield up
circumspect inspection got the deck in genuflection but
just said get up dog
get a land spot get a grain store get a book read
a sleepy head snore increase your lore
be the best bit you can be and then double score its ok if you cant hit them high notes no more
bore the pore clean jets residue burnoff
all the best jumpers get old legs in the end
bookshelves trapped in memory family break ups and city change
lifetime rearrange you laughed it off but everyone cries
over what they lost when the losing sink in the drowners gone but you learned to swim subtle shades not stark and never plain glorious rainbow of different shades of slate clean breaks but they're all grey shallow pools but deep stakes heirloom plates
common mettle in this generation icon heavy black kettle

he got a hearth heart homebound bog dweller the peat
sweller onion cellar take a tree'd path like a biker on melwood in between the beaten streets like a tinker carried tools he separated like a fool and his jewels earth to cloud like a current getting pulled up on a spin like a pulley transfers force sworn to record the choicest bits of verse finding the edge between impromptu and rehearsed