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Scratch

by Hop Hop

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1.
Spoonin' 02:00
Saturday Play all day Ain’t gotta work I’ll drift away Sailing away, spirited away Like Journey, like Miyazaki Eat Japanese with teriyaki Sensei Mr. Miyagi I’m Ralph Macchio Mr. Roboto, Roly Poly Oh Set it on a doily-oh Or inside my folio Set it on a pedestal like the opening of my art shoooowww Weird and loud I wear it proud I wear it like my purple wig out on the town I put it down I put it out I put it, put, put it
 Been fiending for the feeding of some music in my ear Keep me leaning toward the feeling of some fingers in my hair Catherine Keener, you’re so cute in your moment of despair Got me reeling in the moment Gimme a moment to prepare Seeing mali, sounds of Bali Slipping into bohemia Smelling lavender with these two girls One bump is just enough citron gin for the win I’ll travel home a bit later Let my buzz bring me good luck See my baby, feel his warmth As I come in for the huuggg
2.
I Don't Care 01:57
They say I'm a salty bitch I'll call you out, without a flinch I'll cut you out in a cinch Ew. Pinch you off like some shit YOU mistake my frankness for lip When I just don't have time for that shit I’m just up here just til I quit, y'all Bing bang boom and off to the next. 
 I'm here to work not impress you Looking good in my dress You act like I should trust you You see me do like the rest do I bring it just like the best do Chomp you up like Big League Chew You'll find me meditate and appreciate As fate comes to get you 
 My angle's straight and direct No dire straights, I come correct I'm changing lanes to connect Point A to point B, who's next? Dropped like a hot potato That’s okay tho Your philosophy didn’t fit on me Draped loosely LOOKIN’ REAL UGLY Like I was at the outlet mall shoppin’ at Cato’s And I don't care. 
 I’ll wear my termination proud like a medal The flowers on the bar droopin’, losin’ petals my heart and soul wasn’t gettin’ fed though Use this opp practice my flow 
 Grumpy Old Men Part III: Disappointed I think that their brain’s disjointed Uh, Home Alone: Lost in the City - someone find 'em someone take these mad men back to Shady Pines, man Cause I don't care.
3.
Scratch 01:54
Personality fluid Misconstrued The man ballyhooin’ if I don’t fit the part My subconscious leashed Or else I’m labeled a freak My normalcy is weak My freakishness is art I’m Insecure like my girl Issa At least I can get my rox off Binge watching, not stopping Because, my bbz, they’re singing my song And I never cared about being repped more than lately When I'm used to not relating to characters the media thinks I want Because I don’t— cause I really, really don’t Like --my perspective never links up with the people I see These lame ass characters I see on TV My humanoid self is wicked, damn hungry To see some fucked up chicks that remind me of me Cause I need room to be the whole mess I am I won’t be defined by the ideals of a man I’ve got it made like MTV, like everybody look at me. I’m free, I’m trapped, I’m free, I’m free! The city reigning down on me, and raining me in my house. Let me out. Raining me in my house Let me out! Cause I need room to be the whole mess I am I won’t be defined by the ideals of the man
4.
Sandman 02:29
Mister Sandman, Mister Sandman Bring me some green 
 I feel it all crumbling away Like control is an illusion and you only realize when you’re losing And not when you’re on top On top of your game, on top of the ball, on top of your shit I wanna quit when everything I’m working for is falling to shit It’s hard to even start Cause the strain on my heart is takin’ over The struggle is in control And it’s got me in a chokehold 
 Mister Sandman, Mister Sandman Bring me some green The reality is so cold And I’m hot with the panic Feeling the change comin’ on I’ll wait til it’s gone So I can feel in control My planet is in retrograde What’s in store for me? 
 As I store in me my depressive tendencies On the verge of insanity Lawd, look at me on Easter Sunday I’m crying in my bed, head in my hands Watching my seedlings fall over dead This project getting in my head Squiriming like Thurm the Worm Amongst a crepe-lovin’, Chippewa clubbin’ White bitch with her iced chai, chuggin’ She’s chuggin’ on that beverage With a man on her arm 
 Mister Sandman, Mister Sandman Bring me some green
5.
A.N.T. 02:33
My memory places you in compartments i cannot reach Dare you to teach a person to cope To process. My best bet Is the regress, to fall into grief prolong willful suspension of disbelief You’re looking down, over, around at me Wherever you are I wonder if you be proud Or think I’m cool. Could I visit in the summertime In Gram's garden old and drinking wine next to the hydrangeas - You’re high and dangerous You could hold me on your knee like old times Posed Stay composed You’re everywhere but no where Your memory floats Where did you go? Your memory floats Where did you go? The stinging is dull in a place I can’t locate Is this your fate? Without you eating cake -- without you Crying in your place The years go on and still I wonder where is Nicole? I wonder, where did you go?

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released May 11, 2018

Produced by Jazmine Frazier & Brandon Schlia
Engineered and Mixed by Brandon Schlia
Mastered by John Bohn
Photo by Lisa Martin

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Hop Hop Buffalo, New York

Hop Hop is the the hip-hop persona of American rapper, musician, producer Jaz Frazier born and raised in the South and currently based in Buffalo, New York. Frazier uses Hop Hop to vent issues tied to identity, sexism and racism among other topics.

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