Kent Odessa – Bo Jacksons

Yo Timmy yo Timmy yo Timmy, ima let you finish, but first ima dunk on you right quick. Kent Odessa is from Brooklyn (by way of Detroit) and this is some of the most brilliant experimental electro pop songwriting I’ve ever heard. Thats all you need to know. Yeah yeah yeah, its a year old. But it resurfaced on the Kitsune America 2 mixtape last month.

Okay, if you’re wondering what the fuck is going on here just watch the video…might be NSFW depending on your job.

Ha, yeah, that prob didn’t help much, but I had to get you to watch it. To complete the circle here, ima include the lyrics below, neatly situated next to a picture of me dunking on Tim.

Lyrics
“Don’t stop looking like a physical Picasso when you drag your impotence on the street
Don’t drop all that cynical bravado you need all that self-defense just to breathe
Botox, angel hair, candy at the county fair, I got much bigger mackerel to fry
Faux-hawk, Grizzly Bear, leave it on the easy chair, I thought you left your laundry to dry?

Everybody shook when I lace up my new Bo Jacksons
Everybody look on the blank avenue, go past ’em
Everybody shook when I lace up my new Bo Jacksons
Everybody look from Cortelyou to Classon

Mount up, careful though, there’s 7-9 Apache and they wanna hang the Colonel himself
If you ladyboys don’t get off my Iraqis I’m gonna raid your sandbox myself
No chance, no love, not the kind you’re thinking of, I met my Vanna White now she’s gone
Rust Belt, Bible Belt, hope that all your cities melt, I’ll never take a piss on your lawn

Everybody shook when I lace up my new Bo Jacksons…

Don’t stop looking like a physical Picasso when you drag your impotence on the street
Don’t drop all that cynical bravado you need all that self-defense just to breathe
Shell-shock, comatose, vacation in Barbados, you right-wing, shiftless shits on the fly
But if your Tea Party come anywhere near my city I’ll sick the Socialists on your sty

Everybody shook when I lace up my new Bo Jacksons…”