MAGNUM OPUS

ARISON CAIN and SPESH TO DEATH

[grown-upsaretalking]

“What’s the Hook?” is the first single from the upcoming Magnum Opus album GROWN UPS ARE TALKING, which will be available everywhere November 17th. More info and pre-order packages are available now at GrownUpsAreTalking.com. Check it out and help us spread the word.

[grown-upsaretalking]

July 25th

Hops and Barley Ale house in South Gate, CA.

We'll be premiering a bunch of fresh new hip hop tracks for your receptacles. Don't miss it!

[grown-upsaretalking]

Magnum Opus and whoISTHEMETRO go full Mel Gibson in this dose of post-apocalyptic audio onslaught. Reboot, Reload, Revolt, Rise Up.

[grown-upsaretalking]

Magnum Opus - Last Call I'm as fine as shit. Might get up on the mic, drink wine and shit, Hmm...might recline a bit. Let the stars align a bit. I'd be lying if I told you that my bones weren't outta control. Well, now you know. The bar's about to close. Your cards are all exposed and nowhere feels like home tonight, so kiss the girl. Miss, I must insist you let me buy you a sip of something, specifically a rum and cola, lime with a twist of something exotic like your body. Girl, your body's got a mind of it's own. And it's on. Woah-oh Here she comes, and she's coming on strong. Right lights, right line, right song Right lights, right line, right song Woah-oh, there you go Guess you had it all along. One million fuck tracks can't be wrong. Last call, last call, Last call, better give it your all.

[grown-upsaretalking]

Lyrics:

Spesh to Death: Queens, where you at? Arison Cain: Countdown to the Blast Off Spesh: Brooklyn, in the back. Cain: You can bet your ass off. Spesh: From the boogie-down Bronx, Cain: Yeah, It's gonna be a stand off. Spesh: to Manhattan on the Stomp.  Cain: Better pop your spray caps off

Cain:  Calling all bandits, vagrants, vandals, panhandlers, the amateurs and the animals.  Goddammit, your canvas is in shambles.  Demand it. Take your city back by the handful.

We don't need another billboard in Times square. Why you think I don't spend any time there? This is Zion and they're buying up the Lion's share.  High finance at it's finest here.

Spesh:  The setting is the 7 and the headache is horrendous and he's reckoning he'll probably never get to 42nd. Hmm...any second says the automated message but the fact is that it's stuck and he's been sitting for, like, ever.

Then the cars all fart, sputter, and start. Ain't no love in the heart when it's cold and still dark. Figures he'll ride to Bryant Park and then dart, carve the diem to a dollar, or starve for his art.

The train winds around LIC's spine and he finds that he's tense but he doesn't know why. His gob's locked on a spot white washed bright, and no sign of the mighty 5 Pointz shrine.

Grumbles, gasping, "this isn't happening". A major artifact of graffiti was cashed in and tags that were bleeding with meaning and passion were scrapped by some greedy old has-beens for assets.

Banksy, they loved him like Batman last month, couldn't get enough of those wacky graf stunts. "He's gone now and it's a just a mass of masked punks, and Gadzooks! some of them are black. It's madness!"

So the past gets ashed, nipped in the bud, bagged up, and his train keeps traveling on to Manhattan.

[grown-upsaretalking]

MAGNUM OPUS - THE STUFF DREAMS ARE MADE OF (NEW MIXTAPE TRACK!)

Arison Cain She could never be as close as she appears to. I gotta wonder if she sees me in her rear view. And so I'll go where I hope the road disappears to. I know, you know, I know, you know I hear you. Spesh to Death It always starts with a phone call, and a frozen proposal to hold on from a rum soaked tongue that you wrote off, dial tone corroded, droning ghost talk. Drowning, road block, detour, car crash, median bleeds in the street light, start back. Camel Fats bloat and erode through the hard pack. Finally arrive, dead eye from the bar staff. Single malt albatrosses, nauseous, sucking at the faucet. Lost in exhaustion, caught up in collusions of truth and the fruitless pursuit of a beautiful youth, who, through ruses and pseudonyms moved you, and grew to imbued the milieu you were rooted in with coups, revolutions, and blues. Who's got answers? Who's got proof? Who's got an address? Who's got a line? Who's got conviction and who's gonna dime? Who's gonna roll up their sleeves, get beastly and try to beat the Nietzsche outta you completely? Bleeding by the liter and obliterating scenery, incinerating any inner civil plea for reasoning. Vehemently fleeing, leaving every piece you broke. Lips so close you can taste her smoke. Arison Cain I could never be as close as I appear to. She's gotta wonder if I see her in my rear view. And so I'll go where I hope the road disappears to. You know, I know, you know, I know I hear you. It always ends with a slow song and a prolonged note like so long hope, like no I don't promote any notions of love choked cut throat throes. So apropos that these photographs snapped could capture the passion of having you tactfully crawl right back to me. What scandal? We handled the whole goddamn thing masterfully. Two doubles of velvet straight to celebrate several devilish traits, and revel in peddling malevolent trades, inevitably leveling pendulum weights, to settle the last loose venomous thread. One sentiment left, and we put it to bed. A gentleman's threats are as good as his enemy's debts. - - Correct? Who are you lying for? Who'd you protect? What are you crying for? What'd you expect? Who's gonna roll up the street discreetly, and leave me serene in the feverous evening? Retreating from the treasonous repeater that you're squeezing, every piece of me believing the uneasiness is fleeting. Last kiss from a lipstick smeared cigarette. Barrel so close I can taste its breath.

Like the Video? Learn More About Film Noir

SPESH TO DEATH

ARISON CAIN

[grown-upsaretalking]

Hey guys!! Big BIG fan of your work. How can one get it contact with y'all to talk collabs? I'm an R&B singer :) much love

Any and all questions, booking inquiries, or correspondence can be directed to [email protected]. Thank you for your kind words. Perhaps we can work together in the future!

[grown-upsaretalking]

MAGNUM OPUS - BRAINS

Intelligent women, this is your anthem!

Arison Cain -

You're not like the rest, you're an intellectual. I'm unquestionably sapiosexual. Your credentials demonstrate That you're a consummate professional, With so much to illustrate, and I am very impressionable. Spesh to Death - You got a lot on your mind, my Miss Phineas Gage My my, bedroom eyes, this is Finnegans Wake Wordsmiths, first dibs on Craig Finn and them's place, and we're living in quotidian grace. Cain - No time for the operator playboy type, your parle set to phaser gamma ray gun type. Razor sharp, animated academia life is captivating, got my white flag waving tonight. Spesh - You're extravagant, extrapolating data in strapless Dress, oh yes, your method is all madness. Cain - I'd be hard pressed up against your perspectives on Giacometti and Beckett; it's no question. Spesh - Metatextual references til my head swoons. Who says existentialism can't be in the bedroom? Cain - I know I can't keep up. I won't even try to pretend to. Come and snuggle up, the election's on CNN soon, I like girls with them big old brains. Girls shake them big old brains. I like girls with them big old brains. Girls shake them big old brains. We love girls with them big old brains. Girls shake them big old brains. Sing praise to the ladies today who made a name with their big old brains!

Cain -

I don't care about the size of your waist, or the way that you move it around. I have faith that you'll captivate, calculate me and break me down. I don't need another night in the club, Or a party in the VIP. Throw it up if you're done with dumb And want a lover with a PhD! Spesh - I'm a Jung emcee, spell it J-U-N-G. Let's Freudian slip right between the bed sheets. I can analyze you, you can hypnotize me. Your proclivity for vivid imagery is simply riveting, exhibiting soliloquies as brilliant as a symphony. Intuitive agility, your eloquence is killing me. You philistines are shook, read a book, look alive. My lady's 'bout to win herself the Nobel Prize. Cain - No surprise, what's your sine, tangent and cosine? Your intangible quantum mechanics are so fine. My eyes are so wide, and you've still got your clothes on, Moaning 'bout the Higgs Boson, and so on. (and so on)

[grown-upsaretalking]

Is it just me, or am I sensing some 90's influence in your stuff?

Correctamundo!  The rappers in Magnum Opus grew up loving 90s New York hip-hop and were extremely influenced by the likes of Biggie, A Tribe Called Quest, Nas, and the Beastie Boys.  But we love the new school, too!  Emcees like Lupe Fiasco, El-P, Mos Def, and Talib Kweli are carrying the torch with their intelligent, provocative lyrics and their willingness to experiment with form while staying true to their roots.  Magnum Opus hopes to usher in a revival of wordplay, uplifting content, and charisma to the rap scene.

Hip-Hop will never die.  It doesn't know how.

[grown-upsaretalking]

Magnum Opus - Love and Vengeance, Pt. 1, from The Secret Society of Gigantic Peoples EP!  Fresh for your listening pleasure!

[grown-upsaretalking]

What, did you miss us?

[grown-upsaretalking]

Magnum Opus - And Justice For All (Mixtape Track)