(Songs from) Some Sh​-​t We Dubbed Vol. 2

by Sketch tha cataclysm

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    On January 3rd 2011, the internet publication aboveGround Magazine, known for showcasing the best in underground hip-hop, released the second volume of the series Sum Sh-t We Dubbed by Connecticut MC/Producer Sketch tha cataclysm mixed by DJ Mo Niklz.

    Each volume of the mix series is different (the first featured alternate versions of Sketch's songs, selections from a number of his 11 projects, live bits, and unreleased material), Volume Two features eleven of his Verse Of The Week segments originally aired on the Sioux Falls, SD radio program The Monday Lunch between 9/26/2010 and 12/27/2010.

    It also features 4 previously unreleased songs from Sketch's catalog: "Stroll" feat. The Protege of Phenetiks (prod. by Defnyshn), "Encouragement of Deital Pronouncement" (prod. by Dirt E. Dutch), "Song One" and "I Dreamt Of A Bottomless Heaven" (both prod. by Sketch himself).

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released January 9, 2011

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Sketch tha cataclysm is a musician. He raps and produces musics. He wrote this in third person.

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Track Name: I Dreamt Of A Bottomless Heaven
Chorus:
I woke from a dream. . . or is it a dream? I don't know.
Broke from a chain of hope; couldn't see the rope
I fell, groped heaven, felt euphoric for a second
then it ended with a message spoke saying, "Never hope."
I leapt from the ground to grasp the air again and feel the end
extending my palms, smiling, sending out a call
but then I hit the ground again, grunted, punted, tried again
I never will stop hope and begging for the fall

Verse 1:
I'm asleep again, clouds part
streets form, I take a walk
passed the cars and barkless dogs
I see Eye Won but cannot talk
turn back, hit a wall
turn around, another wall
i'm in a room made of notebooks
I open one up and take a look
No words written so I gripped my pen
and spit the words 'tween lines but
everything I wrote seemed like gibberish and on the page
turned to scribbled shit but it freed my mind
the notebook disappeared and then I
realized I just saved myself
I grabbed the other books, wrote until they all went away
looked around the place, I was in my bed

Chorus:
I woke from a dream. . . or is it a dream? I don't know.
Broke from a chain of hope; couldn't see the rope
I fell, groped heaven, felt euphoric for a second
then it ended with a message spoke saying, "Never hope."
I leapt from the ground to grasp the air again and feel the end
extending my palms, smiling, sending out a call
but then I hit the ground again, grunted, punted, tried again
I never will stop hope and begging for the fall

Verse 2:
I'm asleep again, clouds part
street forms, there she is
kissed my lips, took my hand
took a walk, to happiness
passed the exes and regrets
all the fuck ups and the fears
wouldn't leave, they followed us
the more we ran, the more they neared
So I grabbed some branches built a fence
so we could smile in peace
but exes and regrets busted through the fence
wouldn't leave, so I built some walls with a door to escape
the door lead us to a room with paintings and her tapestries
we saw it was our house, held each other with a smile
then I looked around the place and I was in my bed

Chorus:
I woke from a dream. . . or is it a dream? I don't know.
Broke from a chain of hope; couldn't see the rope
I fell, groped heaven, felt euphoric for a second
then it ended with a message spoke saying, "Never hope."
I leapt from the ground to grasp the air again and feel the end
extending my palms, smiling, sending out a call
but then I hit the ground again, grunted, punted, tried again
I never will stop hope and begging for the fall
Track Name: Subscribed Congeiled
My heart is heavy, 
blood pumped through disassembled car parts of a chevy,
thoughts sharpen machetes making confettied shards of my memories,
flashes, medleys, the passions pens bleed, a sabbath's left we
fractured empty flasks cast to opposing sides, now lying centuries
past or so it feels, less need to grasp; hold what's real
let leaves pass the lefty, and ride, drive the muddied fields, let the
gas read empty, my once match breathe deadly math
to later add upon our laps through laughs of hefty ventings that our mess breeds
trading beauty marks we've hashed upon our rationed entries
or fashion patterns in your hair to travel, lap upon your neck, leave
never, let your ashen dream last and wrap this MC's
severed soul, grab and never let me go back to lasses-less, Me:
your endless conversation grafting happenings on your chest leav-
ing You: my chap book of fantasy's wrath cast in sexy
each passed assembly of past and meddlings a fast that sends me
hungering for a reality drafted from these deftly crafted reveries
but here I am starving marching through this mass of trash ascending
writing whispers of a whimper hoping that your draft accepts me
takes me in the winds again, transcend the rash intendings
then just lend me to your fire with the ashes as my ending
Track Name: Stroll (with The Protege of Phenetiks)
Sketch verse:
"Now with my mind clear to speak, I define fear as weeks
with no money coming in, it ain't funny, can't pretend
that this lifes a joke, each walk a fight for hope
with visions of living on the street looking for my next mic to smoke,
somberly, poverty's a choke
but it'll probably leave me breathing properly
possibly worse, follow me, life ironically a curse
watch the water going down the drain,
I can't contain the fear in my veins, spill it, put it on the page,
time got the gun, put the bullet in my brain
cryptic, but if you think it you could see it
I thought about the saying 'if you wish it you could be it'
believe me when I say i'm wishing, fishing fighting for the key,
to life beyond the wishing, just to be all I could be
my vision is persistent and in spite of my disease
and symptoms of my sickness, a victim of my interest
in my music, my passion to pursue it
has captained all of movements and alluded to my truan-cy
to health and wealthy living, can't defend it won't pretend it
hasn't held me back, just pray that God could help me back
to my feet, standing strong on ground shaky
walking forward, singing songs, keeping on and vow take me
only if I fail, but leave me if i'm right
and help to keep my eyes seeing clearly when I breathe into the mic
put my goals upon the flag waving even through the night
so when my pockets feeling empty I could keep it in my sight
eyes wide open, never blinded by my plight so when others needing hope, when searching, find it in my life
hapless, even mapless reach the magic
let misfortune be the chair to peeps they keep it in the cabinet,
while they're reaching, i'm a speak to God, seeking for path
to put arrival at my feet and give me reason for this madness"