from Chris Clarke‘s MOVE-MAKER MIXTAPE which you can download free here. Includes COUNT BASS-D, EXILE, DOUBLE K of PEOPLE UNDER THE STAIRS, ALI BABA ABNORMAL and more…

ay – the ceiling’s bleeding
fuck this movie man, this scene keeps repeating. I’m out
hat and my coat, mashing the remote
slashing my throat for a half of some snort
Malkovich, dashing bloke, ask your folks
the right night, got quite a passion for smoke. Whatever
salt of the earth, heard he laid with a dame or two he barely even knew, but that’s part of the perks
it’s a dirty business, sure was a nerdy shindig
heard he wrecked it, and left with a curvy witness
she make a skirt hurt and he enjoyed it
cuz she fuck like she looking for employment. you go girl
it’s your world, like to see my peeps striving
my man Ant went from crime to deep-sea diving
there’s something alive in there, and I’m outta there
fuck it, I’m outta air. Whatever.

FAST-FORWARD TO 1H 7MINS INTO THE MIX. It’s the first joint in his hip-hop set (toot toot). Off VOICE‘s new album N.O.L.A. DARLING which you can cop at fifty100.com/voice. Grazz Hoppa on the beat. Much love to Voicey for squeezing me on the album, and a lil liquor on the sidewalk for the guy who kinda sorta got killed on her lawn the day we knocked this one out.

this song will be recorded for quality assurance
in accordance with ordinance one, move the audience
I run rap like Mr Norton, the warden
piss him off and it’s problems
a portion of proceeds are going to the orphans
the rest to every liquor store in walking distance
like Hull’s, for instance.. well it ain’t walking distance but same difference
I wrote this one on the porch in New Orleans
someone got shot on the lawn the same morning
people asking is he alive, we ain’t sure
but my boy swore he saw a paramedic straight yawning
day goes by, the street ain’t even cordoned
kids are straight bored in the house, staying cautious
got me nervous in the front room, one boom’s all it takes, gats like that go straight through the walls
in an hour the rain’s pouring like God’s upstairs playing the organ, the blood in my veins coarsing
got me brainstorming on all this chaos and it’s exhausting, every thought trails off
and that’s quite enough of that, another track, another shot of Jack
I zone out and now it’s day four in this mthrfck
ok, one more I’m in. here’s to you, cheers.. N.O.L.A. darling.

Beat by X-Ro. Click on the ‘download’ link below to cop the song free.

(Malk)
the Neanderthal pre-amble
ballad of a furry mammal that reads Nathaniel
I found my angle like Oprah found her ankle
trim the fat, the bacon and cheese plate? We’ll cancel.
sipping Modelo, shotgun, white Blazer
bumping Handel’s Concerto In I’m Major
this lightsaber is a lifesaver
up to slice necks and down to swipe lazers
quick-witted, I got icebreakers
might take her a minute to get it but it’s quite flavor
and when we come together it’s like nature
between my sheets, naked as God made her
I got neighbors that rock Rod Lavers
and everywhere we fucking walk we leave hot craters
we run our own shit, fuck hard labor
the motherfucking Palms Mayor.

(Sum)
the vodka-tonic godfather, cigar clipper
hellfire holder, monster killer dip attracter
fuck a rapper, I’m a mogul on the mobile clapper
(blakka blakka) moccasin wild game trapper
Gravy Crockett, hunt a stag, drag it home to wifey
skewered on the barbie Cajun style, mighty spicey
Charlie Chaplin, army-issue Gatling
James got the party cracking in a bomber Farsi jacket
yeeeeah the shit be cracking every week
I be in the booth at Saints, cracking bottles with my teeth
on some good cop, bad cop, girl no thanks
all the titty-weight you got ain’t getting you no Timberlake
it’s the Palms Weekend, bitch, we doing yall a solid
you come from long money, I come from alcoholics
so I might weeble-wobble but I won’t fall down
so if you really want that shit then order another round.

yo James, you on deck? (yep, order another round)
Sum, you on deck? (yep, order another round)
the Palms Weekend, it’s going down
the Palms Weekend, I like the way that shit sounds

(Malk)
I see a sea of heads, volume meter reads red
so much Hennessy in me, should technically be dead
got a request? I ain’t Ryan Seacrest
whether C-chest or D-breast, better be fresh
when we started it was Euro-dance and trance
now it’s rock ‘n roll, soul and gangsta jams
so thank ya man, Nowax with the tracks
throw Sabbath on after Sade and just max
legend has it, he’ll drink anything you pass him
down it all like magic and yell “action”
shit we drop got the bums outside clapping
standing ovation, then back on the pavement
it’s the neighborhood bar and we made it ours
to the Harleys and Kawasakis, this one is for the posse
make my water and Johnnie Walker rocky, yeah copy

(Sum)
we on Johnnie Walks, Jack D and pint suds
spiced rum, Sum from the P-Dub
fight club, music on the Brad Pitt
Westwood Block, bitch it don’t quit
soldier swagger catalog, I’m Wolverine dipped
flip a tractor-trailer on my way to play the hits
got my knuckles on, eyes peeled, cutter on my hip
for shady cats, on the block waiting for you to slip
the moon is full, they at the bar, woofing “who you with”
and my condescending tone gon get us in some shit
all day (all day) I keep it Dr Jekyll
.38 special off my third or eighth Ketel
got my tard helmet on, hit me with a truck
the calamari at the party gave me bubble guts
so I might weeble-wobble but I’ll never fall down
so if you really want that shit then order another round.

GOTHAM GREEN BACK AT IT. Two mixtapes in less than a year. Here goes the three-point punch, fresh for winter. Gotham, Malko, Sum on a Quickie Mart beat. Download The Haze Diaries Vol. 2 in full at gothamgreen.bandcamp.com. Features Omni, Tunji, Freddie Gibbs, Buff1 ‘n mo.

Had to get the big guns on this one
get Omni, get Sum and spit some
offishi-al official, bells and whistles
shells and missiles, bring hell to the disco
I crush all types, sport white-on-white Nikes
Malkovich, show you how to rock them Dickie shorts right
homey this is your life, and it’s all right
you don’t owe nobody nothing baby, live it how you like
this the summer of no mercy
this is my decade to get paid so bring on the controversy
it’s nothing, cats know my shit’s so disgusting that it ain’t worth discussing, this is how I bring us in
one day they’ll document our lives at the Getty
how we lived on spaghetti and blew unexpectedly.

We got a new song. It’s big. It’s produced by our boy X-RO and the video comes courtesy of SAL GREEN. Oh, and we filmed it at SAINTS & SINNERS, the bar we’ve been DJing at every Friday for the last year and change. We call our event THE PALMS WEEKEND, and that also happens to be the name of our upcoming duo album, and “ORDER ANOTHER ROUND” is the first single. So come through this Friday and watch us get shitty drunk at Saints in our new video, and then recreate it on the spot as we play the best in hiphopfunksoulreggaelatinworldrocknroll and whatever the hell else we feel like attacking you with. No cover.

Oh, and if you know Rojeanne, she will also be celebrating her birthday that night at Saints… it will also be her and BRICK a.k.a. BRITTANY’s official going-away party, as they’re moving to KAUAI for a couple of months (at least!). This will also be the last night before Malkovich dips out for half of October for shows in Atlanta and New Orleans…

for more info on the Palms Weekend movement, check out 
http://www.thepalmsweekend.com

THE WORLD NEEDS TO HEAR THIS SONG. So take advantage of this insane deal, available only for an extremely limited time. Download “Bankruptcy” (by clicking on ‘download’ in the player above) free, and you automatically receive “Bankruptcy” – absolutely free! Offer not valid in certain parts of Simi Valley.

cowboys on soy
a plate of dogshit and a bucket of Altoids
one-armed pushup, all trapezoid
my pet Pit ripped my right arm off… down boy!
my insurance agent sounds annoyed.

freak accidents that keep happening
a new car a week and I keep crashing it
ran into an ATM with free cash in it
allow me to introduce my new E habit
let’s review each candidate
I like Obama, he seems passionate
I like McCain, he’s a maverick
but the fucking guy’s tie’s clashing with his suit jacket
fuck that shit.

how do yall do
my hobbies are towing cars and lawsuits
this is my wife Velveeta
my son Dasani, and my daughter Aquafina
got a brother in the service, another in the circus
Jules juggles better man, they got it backwards
kids, meet your new daddy
I’m filing bankuptcy and moving on my mama’s balcony
and if you think that’s funny, check this
I did a bank robbery with my tank on E and my man on E
because it seems like nothing on the face that all my friends got big closet space
you and your subpoenas can suck penis
Malkovich, the ‘I don’t give a fuck’ remix.

America is David Hasselhoff wacking off with a hacking cough.

Scroll to 4:30. My mom still won’t pick up my calls.

Check out www.thegoodlook.net for more…

GOTHAM GREEN IS A FOOL. Anyone who saw him emcee our show at Air Conditioned a couple weeks ago will tell you that. He’s kinda nice with his too, and his mixtape Haze Diaries Vol. 1 just dropped today, with my ace DJ Quickie Mart holding down the boards. Download “Burnt Bridges” featuring me and Sum from here, and if you like that, cop the whole shebang at dunndealpr.com/hazediaries.zip.

so drop some green on that Gotham Green
on some bakery shit, getting those profiteroles, seen
Malkovich, tryna make cream like Kareem Jabar
finger roll in the hole from afar
make it profitable is the phrase these days
motherf**kers broke blogging? why even log in
you’re scenery, a cog in someone else’s machinery
might as well try and sell weed for free
cats know I play my part believably
no Richie Gatso cats rolling with me
just tryna get my bankroll up like Ice-T
and make a record like O.G., what up Evil E
from LA to JFK we proceed
while I got no seeds, I’ma get these proceeds
so learn how to spell my name
Malko with no C, spell it M-A-L-K

ALL BEATS FOR FLIGHTY ARE LOCKED IN. Computer Jay batting heavy. P.U.D.G.E. doin the do. Chris Clarke weighing in strong. Reverb with a heater. QZR takes track one. Will Taubin in NYC bringing something real nasty to the table.

Well, almost all.

Flighty won’t be complete without “Airport Bars”. it’s a review in song of my favorite – you guessed it – airport bars across the world. Problem is, I don’t have a beat for it yet. I need one. Bad.

Imagine you’re in a bar in some rinkydink airport somewhere real humid. The girl behind the counter is serving you some shit you never heard of in your life, and it’s making you feel kinda like you never felt in your life. Things are slowing down, your brow is wet. Local music is playing on a shitty radio, and you’re hearing it all fucked up because you’re drunk and possibly something else. That’s the feel I need here. Exotic. Drunk. Drowsy but funky. Banger. This is me telling the universe. holllllrrrrrrrr

We have teamed up with the folks at Hunnypot Radio to throw a party at the Hunnypot headquarters, a pimpish crib on National between Robertson and Venice where they throw a jam session/house party every other Monday to record their Internet show. Admission is free. Burnie Nowax & Sum Nocrates of the Palms Weekend (dur dur) will be DJing, along with a bunch of Hunnypot Radio’s finest. It’s free to get in. Only thing that costs is dranks, and even those are gonna be pritttty darn cheap. Big ol patio area. Real central location. Itis, beer belly, a suntan and good music. How can you turn that down?