[go: up one dir, main page]

DEAD END$ (DJ Pack)

by Max Moon
/
1.
[Max Moon] This plaster ceiling crack, Pompeii volcanic ash I'm immortalized, on display, frozen in time But I’m tryin’ to get that motion back I’m the Iceman, I got that frostbite on both hands So on tonight’s program, LIVE - a cold night that just won’t end and I be in the wind Merci mademoiselle, I loved you well Another victim of the tales we never tell Our carnal words burn, but our lips just can’t spell I was feelin' you, readin' your skin like braille And it left an impression, trivia session, left me guessin’ Moving in a new direction, got a new profession Every line a surgical intervention, grab the apparatus and get dissectin' Despite the fact I got no license and no jurisdiction I’m outta zone, outta range, still got full bars for the transmission - strange Tryin' to find a lil enclave like I’m castaway Yappin' at a beach ball, feels like a concrete wall  Tryin' to Bruce Haack away, waste products just blockin' up the door to the passageway Find me chemically fried, high, 'bout where the eagles fly Try to push the sky through the needle's eye - request denied Say goodnight to the bad guy [PremRock] Tell it’s dawn by the magpie Respawned by the magi Fitful sleeps in the red light Rest well aside reassuring trad wife I guess that other strain of sativa don’t always burn cleaner Grim reaper Appears at his leisure Via bookish innkeeper Shapeshift, lane switch K Swiss blood stained sneakers Seek it like true north Establish perimeter like Lu Dort Style is malnourished We exuded food for thought Student of blackballed schools of thoughts Rogue rules are taught Dead weatherman Kept the jacked white In the wallet leather n tan Eddie Vedder couldn’t pen a better man Yet a far cry Modern fall guy Lit up the J-Swift Life’s a bizarre ride Seen a lot for being hog tied That’s the log jam Off ramp where the dog’s fight Catch you on the far side [Curly Castro] Martinex T’Naga intifada Hold the bling-bling and ricotta Do this on the Arm for Nada Never caper to a copper When I crush, kill, destroy Gotta crush Kahleah Copper Arnie get her to the choppa Chocolate Mo’s until a Clocker Calls you Moolie Scientific Blaze an Abdelnaby Alaa Lost the Killa tape to Allah Using Blaze a 50 Accas Wishing Nesta never soccer Gone too early, still iLL Saga Final Call was not big Poppa Webber ashes, (Da)’Mani Dada Vinyl vandal Boogie Monster Kicking Honeydips in Gotham Marlon U.S.S.R missiles geeking ‘Do we have a problem??’
2.
3.
[Max Moon] This plaster ceiling crack, Pompeii volcanic ash I'm immortalized, on display, frozen in time But I’m tryin’ to get that motion back I’m the Iceman, I got that frostbite on both hands So on tonight’s program, LIVE - a cold night that just won’t end and I be in the wind Merci mademoiselle, I loved you well Another victim of the tales we never tell Our carnal words burn, but our lips just can’t spell I was feelin' you, readin' your skin like braille And it left an impression, trivia session, left me guessin’ Moving in a new direction, got a new profession Every line a surgical intervention, grab the apparatus and get dissectin' Despite the fact I got no license and no jurisdiction I’m outta zone, outta range, still got full bars for the transmission - strange Tryin' to find a lil enclave like I’m castaway Yappin' at a beach ball, feels like a concrete wall  Tryin' to Bruce Haack away, waste products just blockin' up the door to the passageway Find me chemically fried, high, 'bout where the eagles fly Try to push the sky through the needle's eye - request denied Say goodnight to the bad guy [PremRock] Tell it’s dawn by the magpie Respawned by the magi Fitful sleeps in the red light Rest well aside reassuring trad wife I guess that other strain of sativa don’t always burn cleaner Grim reaper Appears at his leisure Via bookish innkeeper Shapeshift, lane switch K Swiss blood stained sneakers Seek it like true north Establish perimeter like Lu Dort Style is malnourished We exuded food for thought Student of blackballed schools of thoughts Rogue rules are taught Dead weatherman Kept the jacked white In the wallet leather n tan Eddie Vedder couldn’t pen a better man Yet a far cry Modern fall guy Lit up the J-Swift Life’s a bizarre ride Seen a lot for being hog tied That’s the log jam Off ramp where the dog’s fight Catch you on the far side [Curly Castro] Martinex T’Naga intifada Hold the bling-bling and ricotta Do this on the Arm for Nada Never caper to a copper When I crush, kill, destroy Gotta crush Kahleah Copper Arnie get her to the choppa Chocolate Mo’s until a Clocker Calls you Moolie Scientific Blaze an Abdelnaby Alaa Lost the Killa tape to Allah Using Blaze a 50 Accas Wishing Nesta never soccer Gone too early, still iLL Saga Final Call was not big Poppa Webber ashes, (Da)’Mani Dada Vinyl vandal Boogie Monster Kicking Honeydips in Gotham Marlon U.S.S.R missiles geeking ‘Do we have a problem??’
4.
[Max Moon] This plaster ceiling crack, Pompeii volcanic ash I'm immortalized, on display, frozen in time But I’m tryin’ to get that motion back I’m the Iceman, I got that frostbite on both hands So on tonight’s program, LIVE - a cold night that just won’t end and I be in the wind Merci mademoiselle, I loved you well Another victim of the tales we never tell Our carnal words burn, but our lips just can’t spell I was feelin' you, readin' your skin like braille And it left an impression, trivia session, left me guessin’ Moving in a new direction, got a new profession Every line a surgical intervention, grab the apparatus and get dissectin' Despite the fact I got no license and no jurisdiction I’m outta zone, outta range, still got full bars for the transmission - strange Tryin' to find a lil enclave like I’m castaway Yappin' at a beach ball, feels like a concrete wall  Tryin' to Bruce Haack away, waste products just blockin' up the door to the passageway Find me chemically fried, high, 'bout where the eagles fly Try to push the sky through the needle's eye - request denied Say goodnight to the bad guy [PremRock] Tell it’s dawn by the magpie Respawned by the magi Fitful sleeps in the red light Rest well aside reassuring trad wife I guess that other strain of sativa don’t always burn cleaner Grim reaper Appears at his leisure Via bookish innkeeper Shapeshift, lane switch K Swiss blood stained sneakers Seek it like true north Establish perimeter like Lu Dort Style is malnourished We exuded food for thought Student of blackballed schools of thoughts Rogue rules are taught Dead weatherman Kept the jacked white In the wallet leather n tan Eddie Vedder couldn’t pen a better man Yet a far cry Modern fall guy Lit up the J-Swift Life’s a bizarre ride Seen a lot for being hog tied That’s the log jam Off ramp where the dog’s fight Catch you on the far side [Curly Castro] Martinex T’Naga intifada Hold the bling-bling and ricotta Do this on the Arm for Nada Never caper to a copper When I crush, kill, destroy Gotta crush Kahleah Copper Arnie get her to the choppa Chocolate Mo’s until a Clocker Calls you Moolie Scientific Blaze an Abdelnaby Alaa Lost the Killa tape to Allah Using Blaze a 50 Accas Wishing Nesta never soccer Gone too early, still iLL Saga Final Call was not big Poppa Webber ashes, (Da)’Mani Dada Vinyl vandal Boogie Monster Kicking Honeydips in Gotham Marlon U.S.S.R missiles geeking ‘Do we have a problem??’

about

Canadian rap artist Max Moon delivers another fresh and captivating take with “DEAD END$”, the third single from his upcoming debut record, The Grand Howl, out September 26, 2025 on Hand’Solo Records. For this raw and moody self-produced joint, Moon taps in Philly/New York duo ShrapKnel, made up of Curly Castro and PremRock. On billy woods’ vanguard label Backwoodz Studioz, ShrapKnel has become venerated for their distinctive approach to lyricism and unorthodox production choices. The team-up is an instant fit. The result is an alluring, driving, stream-of-consciousness cypher, intersecting human relationships, culture and perception. The beat shifts from dark boom bap to loose, distorted breaks, and a blitz of drum and bass flavour supports Castro’s ever-unique, blazing delivery.

The single is accompanied by an esoteric reconstruction of the song with a bold remix by electronic experimentalist Emilio Portal, a past Max Moon collaborator. “DEAD END$” also receives the visual treatment with an animated lyric video incorporating stop-motion by Max Moon himself.

credits

released August 26, 2025

Written and performed by Max Moon, PremRock and Curly Castro
Produced by Max Moon
Remix by Emilio Portal
Mastered by Dorc for Banging Masters

Artwork by Apdtum

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Hand'Solo Records Toronto

Operating out of Toronto, Canada since 1996, Hand'Solo Records is devoted to releasing quality hip hop that is creative, clever and often experimental. Early releases, now out of print, include Buck 65, Sixtoo, Moka Only, and others. Currently home to The Dirty Sample, Ol' Gorilla Bones, Epic, Tachichi, No Town Vandal, Fortunato, Magick Show and Mickey O'Brien. ... more

contact / help

Contact Hand'Solo Records

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this album or account

Hand'Solo Records recommends:

If you like DEAD END$ (DJ Pack), you may also like: