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THEHAZE

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SHOOKER Amazing work fellas. Besatree and Kid Presentable !!! are two phenom', not to mention my two friends Haunted Days & Witch's Teat, you've come a hell of a long way dudes. Mad props, keep it comin' homies. Favorite track: Hold Steady (ft. Jaebird).
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1.
Paradise 04:43
Welcome to this paradise BESATREE: Welcome to this paradise, the no-fly zone where they teach the best bet's to keep both eyes closed The people I know tho they got both of em open, violence in the scenery but can see where we going I guess it's just the cost of living we pay these days Nothing ever gets forgiven no fade, no phase Misappropriation aided day by day, seems they lost up in a system we allowed them to create KID PRESENTABLE!!!: Welcome to this paradise/it's breezy and the weathers right/no threat of war that hovers man no assholes and no parasites/ more gold that you can set your sights but never really reach/cash rules everything around, social contracts you can't breach/we take a lifetime just to teach/we must abide by law and order/xenophobic tendencies/give you guns to guard the borders hoarders take like sixty pills/side effects that blind and kill/and in my heaven every ocean would be black from oil spills/ KID PRESENTABLE!!!: And in my paradise/all I would need is an open mic/to communicate concerns and avoid those silly gifts/inspiration would take flight and pay immediate returns/in the forms of flashy cars and the weed we love to burn/respect ain't ever earned it's just traded on the market/being run by corporation with giant holes up in they pocket/there's no way that you can stop this/destruction and envy or try the but the essence that lies deep inside of me/excitedly they make you jealous/profiteering from the fact your girls been fucking other fellas/blondes brunette sand barbarellas/salmonella/ disease is all we really are heavens just a place to show off a your tattoos and your scars/or your mindless at the bar drinking whiskey till your raw/amplifying every flaw of the angels that would fall/this paradise that I picture man I claim it for the timid/ rest in peace to all creation when I finally reach my limit BESATREE: Welcome to this paradise where greed motivates purpose Bloods boiling but all's calm on the surface At least appears so as years roll past, stone collects moss and the moss becomes grass, grass attracts weeds and the weeds they halt growth Then the only growing is the size of egos We let em go to far Take it to the limit Now its all FUBAR Bar soon becomes clinic Frequency increase in the visits, path diminished Taxes keep rising while the wages stay dipping Digging deep in pockets just to flip the faucet Big brother is the bully that's been punking us for profit Gotta make a way out, gotta get em up and off it But gotta get a day off of my job so I can plot it I know it sounds familiar cuz a lot of us been talking First step towards the light is to realize we walking
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KID PRESENTABLE!!!: I pledge allegiance to the CM, I salute the absolute way we isolate and weaken over airwaves we pollute it's slasher flicks within these loops troops succumb to lack of oxygen in lung, cyanide under your tongue sayanora while i sung, epic tales of tragedy a thousand rappers biting me an opus of insanity a sliver of humanity that slithers when i play grab a hold of your subconscious and mold its clay an villain in a play of treachery and skullduggery the voices in my head that try to plot and murder me you got a gun against your hip, i got a freudian slip thats hanging of my dick man.. its hanging of lips.. the script is never followed we're a break from the nine to five and all the ignorance you swallow keep it down you aint the only folks that grind and struggle but we're building up our palace from the skeletons and rubble BESATREE: Just another tightrope walker, big mouth open Words getting choked on instead of being spoken Not a lot moves him but he says a lot's moving, heard him claim a lot of shit that I know he's not doing Plot got ruined by a few bad seeds, now His Hero Is Gone and he Grows Like Weeds No need to ever limit the reach because the cynicism slips through the cracks in his teeth Practice his speech, never practice anything he preach tho Vindicate the victim let the venom leak in vitro Need some more time, don't want a quick fix Watch the water rise while wondering why he brought it back to this An actor? Yes! Not an activist Is there and end to this? I chipped away the blocks up on my shoulders now he's envious I, hope he remembers this when the vision starts to fade Had the option to have it all but he chose only the grays One step forward and two steps back You push for success you don't hone your craft One step forward and two steps back Can't resolve or solve problems when launching attacks One step forward and two steps back You're on your last leg fading out into black One step forward and two steps back Been trying to make advances but they holding me back One step forward and two steps back
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Pyrite 03:19
Can't afford to buy you jewels but I've been saving up these gems Soon a necklace on your neck, a bracelet on your wrist Diamonds in the coal mine so send canaries in Final song sang as they falling to their death BESATREE: She was looking for diamond, all I had were quartz and onyx Could offer bits of progress, she opted just to haunt it Attempts to bring her back had left me open like a geode, broken not dissected, not expected but it's real Feels like it's time to face the music, pay the piper Prolly just confused it, kamikaze can't decipher all the codes that's coming through once the plane is going down, heart inside the blackbox and nowhere to be found Exists but hasn't surfaced yet, 1980's ammolite Cornerstone and coat the brick and mortar store with kyanite If the timing's right, then we can extract pearls but if it's not, stay searching for that long lost world like Atlantis Plans unfurl, planets align, see the moldavite formed right before our very eyes Meteorites make it feel like the sky's falling Raise your crystal cup up for the gems stolen KID PRESENTABLE!!!: It's tigers eyes and opals, emeralds rubies in these vocals i wish that i could give them all to you but im just hopeful anesthetic keep me numb, fill this glass up with more rum, your heartbeat often substitutes the need for breaks and drums but i see you need to run, chase your shadow chase your tail thank the ones that prop you up. a goddess never has to fail sail enlighten towards the edge, frighten tip toes on ledge tighten grip around my leg is what your lips whispered and begged i carry plague I break everything i touch, relationships or car parts it doesn't matter much and its always been as such bruised and beaten to the core so heres a song about the parts even you couldnt explore even i chose to ignore that the sky was coming down reached the point of no return limits lost and never found fleeting thoughts can be profound but often times are left to be left to rot below the surface waiting for their clemency
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I don't know which way to go, all the walls closing in so slow Gotta run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run and I don't know which way to go, all the walls closing in so slow Gotta run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run, gotta run ADVERSITY: Been getting claustrophobic, it seems the walls are closing in on me in slow motion, I feel my heart convulsing Exploding outta my chest, manic depressed, jimmy's with me to help handle the stress, drowning in debt Malnourished Don't eat often, too expensive to see doctors Sober when colder than meat lockers In dreams, I see monsters When I'm awake I see chemical trails, reason why I don't breathe proper I fear karma, don't want my past coming back around but it's behind me steady trying to track me down and find me Always feeling like I'm on the run, every night surprised I made it through the falling sun Waking up in a sweat, checking under my bed, these voices really start to fuck with my head Cannibalized in this circus, painted face of a clown The day of escape's tomorrow but today they stay... Chasing me down Can feel the cold within the shadow Chasing me, chasing me No promise of tomorrow Chasing me, chasing me The great escape will follow But they keep chasing me, chasing me, chasing me down KID PRESENTABLE!!!: i kind of get the feeling people don't like me reverse the engineering zero i might be hero unlikely shine quite brightly a diamond in the rough thats been drinking nightly it's clear that my direction has perfected imperfections all alone and introverted man immaculate conception I guess it's all perception, the way i keep them guessing I never learn my lesson i guess thats why i'm stressing and i feel it in my soul, all the dirt and all the concrete imprinted on my soles and it's seeping in my flows cant shake this weird emotion i'm a drop outside a puddle a fish without an ocean commotion and peace the notion that ghosts don't follow and haunt you inside of deep sleep hear the lonely bird weep and die in the cage my truths locked away in the ink on this page Chasing me down Can feel the cold within the shadow Chasing me, chasing me No promise of tomorrow Chasing me, chasing me The great escape will follow But they keep chasing me, chasing me, chasing me down BESATREE: I can feel them chasing me, I know they been on red alert Time to get back on my Kerouac, the road to home is dirt and it hurts The first fall that I took cost me a fortune, curveballing the pitch, emit distortion The course of course is discourse abandoned, see em at the bottom lost while I'm avalanching at em It's a downhill slope with a tightropes tension Took away the trust and left it up to us to fix the messes Slip in the message while they feeding us depression Walking on pins and needles, not lost, we undetected Undirected, indirectly been affected by it, split decision made, wrecking lives to rectify Recognize the eyes they tried to slide by us, we don't idolize they lies we analyze and move up To move up's to move on To move up's to move on and we on and we gone and we...
5.
Black Out 03:12
Blacked out, all black everything Blacked out, all black everything Blacked out, all black everything Blacked out, everything, everything BESATREE: Woke up in a daze, breaking a cold sweat Coma kind of day, the confidence game dead It's all, 20 questions, common to claim credit after 20-20, focus in the hindsight chapter Lifelike pattern, sight stripped when eyes blacken Frame cracking, structure ruptured, unsure of the landing Burner leaving a trail, can't identify ashes Cursive cursed at the tail, the Trojan Horse enacted Action packed from the black out, no back down but back down a path my memory can't remap out Lost Can't retrace a single step I took Blank stare glaring at blank pages in a book and I'm shook Got no recollection, can't get these dots connected I see the logic but the problem is the life in question Minor indiscretions multiply quick Just wish I could remember what the fuck I did KID PRESENTABLE!!!: Another sunrise with my hands all soaked, adrenaline subsides bloods down my throat/last time we spoke the knife hadn't met the flesh/now addicted to the feeling victim inhaling they last breath/I trace my last steps/burn off my finger prints/ I blame the tours of duty, a loss of innocence/ the world is ignorant of what I'm capable of/I blood thirst after the first an uncontrollable drug/another grave that I dug/ rap genius Patrick Bateman/listening to body count I chop it up with satan/apocalypse is waiting for me to proceed/ so I bring in the ruckus for end days to start up proceed/ you're not breathing for your soul just remember you're a different type of an animal/while you yell out and back out I stay here and sacrifice and bleed out and black out/bleed out and black out...black out.
6.
Rogue 03:05
It's been a long and narrow road And I been out here like a rogue Trying to figure where to go Cuz I been out here like a rogue It's been a long and narrow road Ain't no options from the inside, it's a thin line, wire walk the incline And I been out here like a rogue Maybe common on the flipside, but here we grip obscurity purely to shed light Trying to figure where to go Don't see a lot of option in sight, we been working in peripheral to bend light Cuz I been out here like a rogue Carving life with a dull knife, frayed edges catching edits till they roll nice BESATREE: Don't try to stop me or you'll end up like the rest Trampled in the background, struggling for breath Never getting rest, no nest or place to lay head, some say unsettling, I settle in the made bed and play dead Walking hand in hand with spirits, surface tension friction often causing interference Appearance has got a holographic quality, commonly called anomaly, following till chronology plays out They say the timeline's fickle, prime time window in a wide eyed limbo, finite symbol with the fight or flight impulse, might appear simple but the bones beneath crippled, brittle, crumbled Watch it all fall apart Case gone cold, sold off all the stolen art The chase ongoing Going on with no regard Open it back up for the surgery, open heart KID PRESENTABLE!!!: My tale is like the odyssey, im never coming home ill leave you with my honesty and broken microphone im doomed to roam alone, yall pushed me out to the peripheral a cult of personality, i worship all thats lyrical an asshole plus im cynical, i dont wait around for miracles slash throats, final fantasy tactics despicable my art is sort of cyclical it swallows it's own tail eventually this bad guy will triumph and prevail the science aint to scale but im just cooking up distractions a dealer of endorphins and chemical reactions, aint never lost no traction so fuck what your friends say, wont stop until your whole crew call me their sensei so lets play you bring the cloak ill bring the dagger, the vocab be equivalent to drunken master swagger a tagger of toes the path of the blade is the life of the poet and rouge whos in vouge
7.
Hold steady, the pain won't stop We, hold steady and head for the top yeah Hold steady, hold steady, hold steady It gets heavy, the game won't stop Hold steady and face all the monsters Hold steady, get ready, hold steady BESATREE: Yeah we need to get a grip and hold on Brick by brick to build it, years developing a prologue that no longer exists Let the soap opera commence Within a second separated from the pop and the hiss, the old comfortable feeling I'd been taking for granted George Orwellian view, reports of missing in action Pissed away the opportunities to conquer the caption Couldn't clear the air without losing heir to the castle So its, zipped lips that'll follow up the swallowed words Choking on the rhetoric, the end of rope or end of nerves? I seen it burn and never thought to stop the growth, feel the flames engulf my feet right before I reach the goal so... End of road? No. The enemy so close And it could be anything, anywhere, anyone, many become ghosts Appendages numb and cold, the feelings phantom It's hard to hold on without attachment KID PRESENTABLE!!!: With my back against the wall a sword against my throat I wont ever let you down can you catch this through the smoke allow my words to drift and float across your lobes and hemispheres being caught in your subconscious reverberate inside your ears a constant state of dread and fear every tear will set the tone, and come to rest under my eyes, these bags can be their home My skin aint made of stone but i can break the chains that bind me my principles are fucked up, i wont let mistakes define me confiding matter of fact ive been divining separate myself from negatives i see the silver lining you see im never smiling im proud of that the ruins of a child's ancient artifacts ive been on altered paths, and like an alto sax, i take the high road on a high note eyes is made of solid glass get down to brass tax and peel away the skin and tissue expose the bones and nerves, the pain wont be an issue

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The haze is a quartet of both emcees and producers blending a mixture of boom bap cinematic soundscape seamlessly with dense, introspective lyrics.
Birthed in 2012, four musicians merged together in an attempt to shake up the mundane LA underground hiphop scene. This album is a testament to their attempts to blend dense introspective prose over cinematic, almost noir beats. Dictated by ghostly pianos and synths that provide the perfect backdrop for the lyrically dense, and intellectual flow, it steadily progresses: switching vantage points and topics seamlessly. Sharp yet fluid, it sets the bar higher than when they found it, and leaving a blueprint on how to diverge from the beaten path.

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released March 4, 2014

Besatree
Kid Presentable!!!
Haunted Days
Witches Teat

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THEHAZE Los Angeles, California

Emcees Besatree and Kid Presentable!!! (CLDMKRS, Los Angeles, CA) and Haunted days and Witches Teat (Rennes, France) are a collective of artists making music on its own terms. Their self titled ep, is a paranoia laced opus, backed by a cinematic soundscape of ghostly pianos and synths. Walking a thin line between surreal and boombap, #thehaze is underground noir for a new generation. ... more

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