Neo Noir Mixtape

by Zilla Rocca

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NEO NOIR is the first Zilla Rocca mixtape since 2008's "Bring Me the Head of Zilla Rocca!" and the first to be pressed up on cassette. Vaunted leftfield facemelters gets blammed up with apperances from doseone (Anticon), Wrecking Crew (Has-Lo & Curly Castro), Elucid (Armand Hammer/Cult Favorite), PremRock, and Dewey Decibel (Bold New Breed)

Pre-order NEO NOIR MIXTAPE now and get the LIMITED PRESSING DARK BLUE CASSETTE (only 100 available) with NEO NOIR COCKTAIL COASTER for $8. The cassette also comes with a QR code for free download. Cassettes + coasters will ship within 5-7 days of order. The cassette will also be on sale during the Roland Bishop Memorial Tour with Wrecking Crew x PremRock on the west coast November 4-12. Dates coming soon.

The mixtape will only be digitally available via Bandcamp upon its release.

credits

released October 29, 2013

Mixed & Mastered by Zilla Rocca @ The International Dart Parlour. Philadlephia, PA
All beats NOT purchased or cosigned by producers listed (straight jack moves)
Management: Doug Jones for Thirty Three Jones LLC -- deefresh@gmail.com
Artwork & design by Justin Keller for FCA-Designs.com


Dedicated to everybody who has collected my calamities since 2006. I've changed skins so many times -- this collection of songs in cassette (and digital) form restored my love for rap and the medium that is still the most intimate and sloppy. Peace to my dad who taught me how to make actual mix tapes in the early '90s. Peace to my mom for letting me steal her old boombox. Peace to my fiancee Laura for liking this stuff even though she's heard every song 600 times by now. Peace to Wrecking Crew, PremRock, and Justin for the inspiration. Peace to Fresh for still believing in me. Peace to Tony Touch, DJ Clue, DJ Soul, DJ Camilo, Funk Flex, and The Record Bar in South Philly for the bulk of my tape collection. - ZR

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Zilla Rocca, the bottle breaker, corner store crusher, dime store detective, pulp fiction sage, comic book kingpin, the noir-hop creator.

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Track Name: Neo Noir - Zilla Rocca vs. Mr. Hill
I'll never be behind bars
I'm not no Chico DeBarge
I left my keys at the bar
I'm just so Neo Noir
Charge a fee for the bars
Befriended thieves from the start
808's or guitars, I'm just so Neo Noir
Watching scenes from Depart
Dramatic divas alarmed
This ain't a full deck of cards, this shit is Neo Noir
Leave the pinot noir
We're drinking Beef Eater y'all
So leave your keys for the car, we're getting Neo Noir
Another reason to dart
I never sleep like a shark
Golden leaf or cigar, smells like Neo Noir
Pride and ego is scarred
Because my peoples are sharp
Under three feet of gauze, I look so Neo Noir
Track Name: Dead Vets on Cassette - Zilla Rocca vs. Gaslamp Killer
Dead vets we ain't getting any younger
Dead vets let no young boy tear asunder
Stuck inside the cosmic tumbler
Drinking growlers in the attic just to numb us
While our fingerprints vanish off the surface, fuck it
Our era's trending downward, dead vets don't crowdsurf
Eating off rap but still malnourished
Oh yeah we gotta gotta learn
Stay popping 'fore we hipping hopping in that urn

[Chorus]
Everything hurts, everything's sore
Every sin carries grace, magnificent and pure
It's torture, torture, do you recall?
Dead vet buried at the age of thirty-four

All in all we crept the longest, all in all we found the dirt
You recall my grown misfortune, I recall my handsome shirt
Lanterns glowing, who will blow it out?
One-half Irish, I can overdose on stout
Opposite of irony
Gangsters of distinction do it quietly
Live from the driver's seat, flask inside the glove
Meditation posture with the mask upside my mug

[Chorus]
Everything hurts, everything's sore
Every sin carries grace, magnificent and pure
It's torture, torture, do you recall?
Dead vet buried at the age of thirty-four

[Bridge]
He's a force, it's a drought
He's a corpse, he don't count

[Outro]
Dead vets, like cass-ettes, we pop them, we lose them
Track Name: Crack the Heavens - Zilla Rocca vs. Mexicans With Guns
Instamatic focal point, bringing damage to your borough
We some brothers throwing TV, keep it thoro
Play our little Jaguar with 60 bits, Alomar like how we spit
I'm a private dick, catch you with the powdered prints you bitch
You're a great cadaver, an amazing actor
You're the cook and the client and mistake rapper
Chase the saviors, amazing flavors
Y'all aint got no paper like paid labor
The wrath is coming, so lack assumption
Catch me on the raps slash productions
Hold my chalice, buy low on Palace
These skirts ain't got nothing on the old Idalis
I count you out, then I count you out
This is your halflife, I count it down
Fun and games came and went, buckle down to the pay the rent
Every sixth man ain't built to play the bench, nah
Aaron Mack, Toni K, Ricky P
Strange Cargo shopper when I'm in the Windy C
Then I'm in DC, then indie, see
New 52 shit, I'm in DC
Francesca Franca-V, Lobster Johnson banging heat
Fly talk with slang to speak, speak it
Security was breached, the pistol was jammed
When it comes to devil water I'm a simple man

[Bridge]
Always had a way with chicks, always had a job to do
Always had a buck in hand, never worse a mobster suit

I see y'all, don't wanna be y'all
I got the rest of my life, I'm getting free y'all
It's never peace y'all, so what it be y'all
Put your hands to the sky and crack the C y'all, the ceiling

[Hook]
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the biz to kids
We crack the heavens, it's time to bring the biz to kids
Crack it, crack it, crack it, crack it, crack it

[Bridge]
Always had a way with chicks, always had a job to do
Always had a buck in hand, never worse a mobster suit

We played with Ouida boards in school, it said I'd make the NBA
A point guard for the Vancouver Grizzlies
No shoes from Sicily, spiffy spiffy
Thrifty thrifty, really miss that 9th street Nifty Fifties
Messing with my funds is like Mexicans With Guns
Or a standoff hand off packages and run
Like an Aztec dance for the sun
Blindfold, Ced Ceballos shit classic dunk
I made this for your trunk, not laptop speaker
For bar room brawlers, not backroom bleeders
Catch me in the Hop Sing Laundro
Money changing hands like Rondon
And my papers going Gonzo, here's the convo
I hit the dirty thirty now I want it all pronto
I hit the dirty thirty now I want it all pronto

[Hook]
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the biz to kids
We crack the heavens, it's time to bring the biz to kids
Crack it, crack it, crack it, crack it, crack it
Track Name: 17 Days in VA - Zilla Rocca vs. Blakroc
Philly phantom gun, Guy Gardner lantern lung
Joey Nazer hammer hung, garbage that a spammer spun
Lie awake by the bannister, lids on a canister
Secrets we store from Russian amateurs
It's all cameras and jacks, smooth legs with a catch
Produce medicine at fifty a batch
Things that we do to relax: buy baggy vests
Keep the shotties in the chrome body stretch, bet
Nothing new to say when you get rich
From BK to NJ the same shit the Nets switched
The necklace I bought never meant shit
Might cop a rhino cause y'all are sideshows
Miguel Cairo's looking for another job
Sell gyros for three bucks a pop
Nothing left on this block, undercovers to watch
Metal scrappers taking stoves out the box
C'mon kid, it's stupid hot
In '96 jakes hit Red's Buddha spot
I'm sipping Johnie Walker Red Label on the rocks
Youngsta's on cassette Justin's boombox
Adjusting up that new plot
Starlets in hatchbacks, political backscratch
My man did tours in Baghdad and never talked about it
That's a real shooter for you cowards, stay off the fuckin flowers

I made rounds in Germantown with Charlie and Hart
Stashed twenty grand in the front yard
The jux fell apart, lost Boogie when a shepherd bit his arm
Then his throat, the getaway driver hit the road
Either way we're getting paid what we're owed
Just act like a tourist when barney's might approach
And keep the pocket rocket in your coat
Kimmy's at the safehouse frying up eggs, we gotta stay down
Back in Tulane my brother found his grave
On the run for eleven-teen days
Rizzo turned the page, figured us for flapjacks
I had a .22, that's bad news for Black Jack
Talk in avalanche morse code then bundle up
Silly me thinking we were on the cusp
Of greatness, hall of fame hammers in the area
Now we're down in VA juxing James Farrior
Sending carrier pigeons back to Tony Scratch
You need us back? We're sick of these phony accents
Track Name: 2 Dollar Lunches feat Has-Lo - Zilla Rocca vs. Javelin
[Zilla Rocca]
Draw guns and robberies
I want to have a wife and drink Three Philosophies
I want a favorite hockey team, I don't want a favorite soccer team
I want to get the blood stains out with OxyClean
I want to buy an old slot machine
Sick of landlords, I want to own property
I want to pay above my paygrade
I don't shave or waste twenty dollars on a razor blade
Cause I never had a babyface, just a razor wit, that was my saving grace
I want fame then I want to run out of it
I want to age like John Malkovich
I learned patience working with a malcontent
I write less so I'm never running out of breath
I save money, one day I'll be outta debt
And buy avocados instead of Alpha Bits

[Hook]
Why do things we hate the most pay the most?
Why do things we love the most pay the least?
Go to school with a dollar and a dream
Come home without a dollar or a dream
Tremendous cream, budget

[Has-Lo]
Pull a heist....
Draw guns and robberies
I want a brain with a healthier velocity
Plus a slick inner dialogue, I hate thinking so toxicly
I want to crush bad memories and possibly
I want to buy an arcade machine
And be the success my grandmother never got to meet
In her heyday, I don't shave
Or blow twenty bucks on a razorblade, cause I always had a baby face
Plus a painter's gift, thus I illustrate
I want fame cause I never been popular
I want to stay young, but not amateur
I see my life with the half canister
I'm back writing more after being out of sorts
The kid sure with the things I can now afford
And buy a house with the keys I can hand my earth


[Hook]
Why do things we hate the most pay the most?
Why do things we love the most pay the least?
Go to school with a dollar and a dream
Come home without a dollar or a dream
Tremendous cream, budget
Track Name: Success is Invisible - Zilla Rocca vs. yU
[Hook]
We'll be fine, we'll be fine, we'll be fine, we'll be fine

We'll be fine, I count dimes and save them
Drink white wine outside, hi neighbors
Hi haters, yeah I had some
I had fun in Cancun with black rum
Red trunks in the pool with a doctor
Talking about his Fishtown condo, made me self-conscious
Three cribs in one year
Three sips off one beer
Free trips to Tangiers and San Juan
Tourguide took a piss with his pants on
I danced all night with my pants too tight
Last few nights had dreams can't fight
Will I really be fine?
Older I get, my passion declines
Delusions arise in my mind
Don't whine baby boy, have faith, you'll be fine

[Hook]
We'll be fine, we'll be fine, we'll be fine, we'll be fine

We'll be fine, I'm still unsigned
You probably are too
Weak stomach, I can't drink no orange juice
Too acidic, fear on the mind make the body act different
So I act different, think different, spit different
Bad habits pink slip it
This is new wisdom
What makes me deluded? If I'm not working I just feel useless
How stupid
Success is invisible
My growth is living proof
Rhyming half my life
Dayjobs for half my life
So now I recline, won't be confused by my mind
Can't be a failure, I'm doing just fine

[Hook]
We'll be fine, we'll be fine, we'll be fine, we'll be fine
Track Name: On the Freak Beat feat doseone - Zilla Rocca vs. Clams Casino
[Zilla Rocca]
Check my lineage, son check my lineage
Double Black bottles when I'm penniless
Rappers drink that fruity shit - apple snapple frappatina sugar glass
Diddy sold you citrus vodka, looks like VO5
Have a beer, be advised
Powder keg, not a sound effect, bought a round of drinks and a pound of flesh
Cassette just like a Ruger shoot, suited up with ill repute
I don't go to church and I don't fill the pews
I don't owe you dirt, I don't feel accused
I don't come up short like Philip Hughes
I'm Raymond Chandler up Jacob's Ladder
Ray Manzerick, don't play with actors
Hold the hammer like Basement Crashers
Blame my father, he made me dapper
Before Dick Whitman split shit, Vic Sage
With the hoodie like a ringwraithe, Sam Goody back in tenth grade, get paid
There's something to be said about a boy and his brains
There's something to be said about a boy and his brains
I said it, I said it, I said it, let's get it

[Hook]
Not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
On the freak beat with the lights out
Not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
On the freak beat with the lights out
Not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
On the freak beat with the lights out
Heart going, chest heaving, we listen, you speak it
One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me
One for you, one for me, on the freak beat
One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me
Heart going, chest heaving, we listen, you speak it

[doseone]
Life so much no longer surprised Adam
Unless I form hard rights on all my majoring mind habits
Hop off my human-sized hyenna, drag baggage and ash out
On a face full of sunset, slowing the roar off my chest
Full of generally civil unrest, little invest, riddles my meth
Nodding effects, my crack coded relationship with shit that spills ink
Leaving the barb lion plaques of how I think or don't these days
Rapping pays very little in the greater scheme of humans doing it per square inch on the internet
I wonder if in recent times he has become less window to heaven
Real talk: I like my presidents dead
Few weeks ago white lady told me I'm allergic to bread
I of course blame the cops, one percent in water wet deep with debt
I duel debt to death, then back again and
Burlap sacks full of the flesh I took, the best I hoped
As in a merch booth lost in tough, about how complex the human eye is
No one ever enjoys with a mic did
Rappers get all the credit
You go to see a lion, not the animal they fed it, fuck Texas
Life is an overdriven ballet of banality and critical exits
That's right I said it - fuck Texas

[Hook]
Not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
On the freak beat with the lights out
Not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
On the freak beat with the lights out
Not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
On the freak beat with the lights out
Heart going, chest heaving, we listen, you speak it
One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me
One for you, one for me, on the freak beat
One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me
Heart going, chest heaving, we listen, you speak it

[Zilla Rocca]
Son of Dennis Coles, son of Nasir Jones
Son of Adam Drucker, South Philly barrell busters
This town don't love us, but we love her back
I like my presidents dead, my crew is unsurpassed
See luck's for suckers, and life is cheap
I got my spiritual guides for the price of beef
There is no eye, no ear, no tongue, no taste, no brain
The Richest Man in Babylon, Siddhartha with the chain

[Hook]
Not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
On the freak beat with the lights out
Not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
On the freak beat with the lights out
Not looking for the right thing, looking for the right now
On the freak beat with the lights out
Heart going, chest heaving, we listen, you speak it
One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me
One for you, one for me, on the freak beat
One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me
Heart going, chest heaving, we listen, you speak it
Track Name: Never Tell Them You're a Rapper feat PremRock - Zilla Rocca vs. Odd Nosdam
[Hook]
Nah nah nah, never tell them you're a rapper
I'm a DJ, I'm a musician
Nah nah nah, never tell them you're a rapper
I play in bands on the weekend

[Zilla Rocca]
I went to school and got a bachelor's
I can't believe I'm a rapper
Might go back and get my master's
And just pretend that I never was a rapper
Never tell them you're a rapper
My girl's mom doesn't think that I'm a rapper
My own mom didn't want to raise a rapper
My ex girls didn't want to date a rapper
That's the goddamn truth
Hate when people ask me "What kind of music do you do?"
I say "Hip Hop"
They say "Dude...no seriously, what kind of music do you do?"
Everyone loves rap, no one loves rapper
Unless they want to hear a freestyle at a party
I want to get drunk, I don't feel like rapping
Don't tell people I'm the rapper at the party

[Hook]
Nah nah nah, never tell them you're a rapper
I'm a DJ, I'm a musician
Nah nah nah, never tell them you're a rapper
I play in bands on the weekend

[PremRock]
Don't ever tell her you're a rapper
Unless you like being a bachelor
Well, I guess it was a phase
I'm onto brighter days, I swear girl that's a closed chapter
See I use the word "writer", that's commendable
And certain households put it on a pedestal
But I hope that it's the case, all a matter of taste
Imagine granddad respecting rap as a trade
But a rapper? That's the shit you never do
Thinking that you're clever but no one thinks that you're clever dude
No one gives a ---- about your Bandcamp
And your show even you get your hand stamped
You should say that you're a drummer
Like Ringo Starr and play festivals every summer
Cause when they find out you're a rapper
The next thing they're gonna ask
"Well since you rap, rap motherfucker, rap!"
Would you roll up on a dancer and ask her ass to tap?

[Hook]
Nah nah, never tell them you're a rapper
I tune pianos, I write songs
Nah nah, never tell them you're a rapper
I'm a disc jock, I spin rock
Nah nah, never tell them you're a rapper
I play dijimbe, nah nah
Nah nah, never tell them you're a rapper
I play keyboards, Casio's
Track Name: Vernon Maxwell feat Curly Castro - Zilla Rocca vs. Zavala
[Chorus]
I see you over there just watching, watching, watching, watching
You don't think we see you straight clockin, clockin, clockin, clockin
Like Crazy Errol with his shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
Book or the movie you got options, options, options, options

[Curly Castro]
I'm the rapier like Rafer Alston, Skip to My
Tommy Boy lent me the Black, so get to my
Racing on a puma, rocking them black panthers
Beard like Mousollini, sending love to Cuba
Of the greatest, non gratis like Grand Puba
Bruce shot himself in the back, it's called Looper
Counting on Base D heard she was a SUUUUPER
Rosie Perez thought Mookie was a punta
So Mookie launched a can, they set the fires early
The rage manifested, and turned the block unearthly
Like little Drew Sharp when Todd went seven-thirty
Or Magic on the break, any peripheals Worthy
It's over inna blink, the trigger's been pulled
But it's longer than you think, your instincts are fooled
But you always had the choice to walk away fulfilled
Now you're cooking in fat like a kitchen of Steel's

[Bridge]
Ayyo why the hell you trying to get funky on me, Castro?
Why the hell you trying to get funky on me, Zilla?
Yo don't they know who we are?
Don't be bashful
Wrecking Crew's the name fool
Vernon Maxwell

[Chorus]
I see you over there just watching, watching, watching, watching
You don't think we see you straight clockin, clockin, clockin, clockin
Like Crazy Errol with his shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
Book or the movie you got options, options, options, options

[Zilla Rocca]
Calm as a killer with aces and playing his hand
Hahneman Hospital, go lay with your man
Laughing and lounging with beer you never heard of
You're pretty as a prayer book but you don't learn much
You want it, you got it, you salivated like wolves
Awake from Nautica nightmares in night school
You're older you're broke and you're single at the same time
It don't matter when you rhyme, why?
'01 I had fun, '02 I was new
'03 I did me, '04 I broke through
'05 got live, '06 in the mix
'07 no chicks, '08 I was a dick
'09 on the grind Shadowboxing myself
2010 cut ties and it hurt like hell
'11 formed a crew, 2012 rang bells
'13 we gave smacks in '14 as well

[Bridge]
Ayyo why the hell you trying to get funky on me, Zilla?
Why the hell you trying to get funky on me, Castro?
Don't they know who we are?
Don't be bashful
Wrecking Crew's the name, fool
Vernon Maxwell

[Chorus]
I see you over there just watching, watching, watching, watching
You don't think we see you straight clockin, clockin, clockin, clockin
Like Crazy Errol with his shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
Book or the movie you got options, options, options, options