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An uncompromising head trip, the debut EP from Algorhythms was a mission statement. Dense, personal lyrics and Dr. Quandary's epic and psychedelic beats made this short project appear much larger than actual size.

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"All in all, Algorhythms’ self titled EP is one of the best albums I’ve ever heard. I’ve listened to it easily a dozen times in the last week or so, and although it’s under half an hour in length it never gets old. These two are incredible and you need to give them a listen." – Alex Wirtz, Stereokill.net

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released February 2, 2008

lyrics and vocals by Thirtyseven
beats by Dr. Quandary

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Algorhythms is a psychedelic rap duo, featuring lyrics by Thirtyseven and beats by Dr. Quandary.

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Track Name: Graph Paper
some people starve to death over numbers in computers
some people eat to death, cuz they're nothing but consumers
some people read the news, but they never make connections
some people lose their minds trying to separate the messages
chillax, fall back on your genetic design
let it unwind, learn to feel it's breath on your spine
cuz if it happens, it happened, and I am not concerned
watched it burn, f-f-f-finally at a loss for words
rappers know the status quo is wack and so
here's a rallying cry for talented guys to challenge their minds
magnum opus off the opening riff
wrote it so quick it folded a mobius strip
this is basic stuff, language that I tangled up
thanks to crazy drugs, I came to love the taste of blood
when I say that humans are food, it's not selfish at all
you adapt or die, I'm just here to help you evolve
and maybe give the hand of god a small push in random spots
reshaping the tree of life, breaking dead branches off
systems, divisions, conditions, restrictions
get 'em addicted, and people start spreading the sickness
infected the electrical feed that God connected to me
from secret weapons in Greece to Pepsi vending machines
held my mind perfectly still with hash vapors
empty lines and verses I built on graph paper
Track Name: What's This
been awhile since I sat down and wrote to a beat
nowadays I'm an out of place opium freak
still bark at the moon and bite marketing dudes
you will not see my album in Target this June
walked the line until I lost my mind
I haven't got the time to really be an honest guy
..and that's a tricky methodology, follow me?
I change names randomly to maintain sanity
the medium is music, the mind is the weapon
beat is the pulse that's providing the message
I leave behind in every single mind that I mess with
the virus connected, like a sinus infection...
target practice, slapstick, charlie chaplin
full starving artist package, party crashing
Harvard frat kids, thanks for the drugs
aim for the rug, and leave that shit stained for a month
the vodka tonic got me sweating a bit
cuz you can never predict shit when thirtyseven is ripped
a dangerous brain, so no playing it safe
containing my rage, or watching what I say when I'm blazed
monkey religion is a substance addiction
and I got twelve steps for recovering christians
listen - this is not a popularity contest
for bitter little rich kids and arrogant potheads

what's this? a message to humans with guts
what's that? live crazy and do as you must
how come? most monkeys are stupid as fuck
why's that? bad food, music and drugs>

composing with silence, provoking a riot
showing open horizons to broken appliances
not distracted with surface reactions
I learned how to practice a system to see
listen and breathe to find the rhythm beneath
whatever physical meat that I live in this week
breath is a weapon, perfected my method
with sentences stretching in every direction
armed to the teeth, spit sharpened and clean
my tools are invisible and hard to believe
trust me, I function on nothing but weed, beats
drums and machines with malfunctioning screens
...oh seven and the spark has died
so don't march in line with target signs
times have changed, we gotta redesign the game
to find a way to survive until the final days so what's this?
Track Name: Everyone Hates Me
It's the bridge burning specialist, call for free estimates
from bitchy secretaries who refuse to take messages
complicate relationships and make enemies instantly
when it comes to fucking up, I'm one of the best in the industry
true enough, I show up at your house, do some drugs
then crank that music up until I pass out puking blood
you want a taste of this, sit down and make a list
of all that dangerous and crazy shit you were too afraid to risk
robbing banks in Vegas, hooking up with famous chicks
nowadays I take a piss in public and get paid for it
don't need to see the cops to know that I'm being watched
I walk crooked, so the snipers can't get a decent shot
got a natural talent for balancing polar opposites
flow provocative poems and roll in stolen rocketships
I could float along but my whole approach was wrong
so I wrote this song to figure out what the fuck to focus on
a seven day cleansing break just to meditate
on how to end the hate I'm seeing every day
no solution in sight, and so I'm using this mic
to speak my soul and keep this whole community tight
but I'm a tricky dude, moving to a different groove
this is just a sample of the channels that I'm flipping through
rocking business suits, still eating cold kitten food
stoned, giving you shit up in your own living room

(everyone hates me) and there's a reason for that
when you're speaking the facts weak people get mad
(everyone hates me) we know a lot of you cats
are talking some trash, we watch it and laugh
Track Name: Blowing Numbers
I'm just a decent lyricist, who had a peak experience
now I think in circles, and speak in pyramids
two thousand six, same shit, different century
killing me how people still believe the myth of entropy
write my own equations, spiral spoken language
rapping session backwoods legend, broke and famous
drop a random flow that burns a perfect Mandelbrot
crop sign, then I drop rhymes for the fans at home
lately I've been tripping off the math that I see
patterns in trees, everything is fractals to me
I live with the proof you go broke spitting the truth
I'm finished with dudes debating who's sicker than who
that punchline shit is honestly pathetic
I drop it without pausing for the audience to get it
thank God for quality pot, dudes who deliver the goods
watching the crop cuz they live in the woods
the naked ape with the wake and bake ritual
pack an eighth a day, spit razor blade syllables
it's not true till it hurts, so I refused to rehearse
got blazed onstage, started doing my verse, it went...
second nature --- three shots, and then a chaser
waited twenty minutes, then I grabbed the pen and paper
rock a rictus grin with a twist of gin
to loosen up the lizard skin that I exist within
usually buzzed, and when I'm doing some drugs
I'm stupid enough to wake up in a cruiser with cuffs
around the bend, lost contact with a thousand friends
practiced mountain Zen, but that shit's about to end...

we bring the funk, spitting up something hicks can bump
on the backroads, getting mad stoned and liqoured up
until your liver busts, switch it up to different drugs
it's the soundtrack to crashing your dad's pickup truck
If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished
can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?
dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space
and that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today

before I see inside the back of my head
there's a lotta fact and events that probably have to be said
but fuck it: the track's in motion, crack it open
lay my brain on the table and try to map the ocean
my frontal lobes roll every drunken show
where I'd bust a flow, puke outside, stumble home
memory gaps, too much missing, never relaxed
not knowing if I settled all my debts with the past
jaw tension, freestyle tapes, lost sessions
fallen angels, caught messing with God's weapons (whoops)
life is different now, I used to be a kid with doubts
denied the visions and blocked the signals out
lost connection in all directions
and forgot each breath has been a pretty awesome blessing
it's all perception, a million mixed messages
keep your mind moving and your fingertips sensitive

If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished
can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?
dig it...I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space
and that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today
grew up sleeping late, reading strange comic books
so every time I let my mind go, my mom was shook
and now today, I found a way to twist the digits back
if you don't see it, so be it, I can live with that...
Track Name: Audrey Hepburn
fuck yes I used to be a cynical dude
had myself a shitty attitude which didn't improve
until I found about an ounce of some ridiculous shrooms
and cracked my head open to some primitive truth
on spherical floor with an infinite roof
spinning in space, I look out and grin at the moon
lately, I live my life simple and smooth
grateful for the galaxy that gives me this food
stay tuned to little hidden physical cues
and listen to the bullshit your children consume
too addicted to stupid, derivative loops
to really understand intangible original moves
don't hate what I make cuz it tastes different to you
this is me, and my soul, flipping the groove
with rapid rhymes cuz that's what I'm conditioned to do
spitting images too intricate to fit in this booth
used to have dreams about starting the movement
a revolt of the poets, the artist and students
but the kids act up, and that's part of the blueprint
just like public schools and the cars and the music
I learned this Leary and Marshall McLuhan
if you see me as an easy target, you're stupid
I lost you in Dallas, departed from Houston
stay awake and alive, cuz martyrs are useless
it's been a long time...and I'm glad that I left you
I been practicing chess moves and snacking on fresh fruit
spit spirals of visual art then rip it apart
before it hits the critics and sharks
who want me framed, wombats cannot be tamed
copied, changed or wrapped up and bought today
just walk away...I'll never change what I created
for the sake of entertainment, y'all can pay me when I'm famous
I follow this path because it's all that I have
and it's an obvious fact you got a problem with that
and so be it...yeah, you people get some lawyers
I got some Aretha divas and Shiva the destroyer
half mathematician, half black magician
surpass the limit of this holographic image
used lab technicians keeping track of facts and fiction
used to lack conviction, now I make an active difference
stand back cuz this is more than raps I've written
it's patterns, rhythms, equations and vacuum physics
tracks so vivid critics have to listen
got your favorite rapper sniffing outside the master's kitchen
Track Name: Cracked Open
1981, and my mother is watching me breathe
as she rocks me to sleep on green hospital sheets
1985, and my mother taught to me to read
and cracked open a universe of options for me
now it's two thousand something, and I got some dope production
catch me getting stoned and letting go old assumptions
and poison lessons, the machine feels threatened
cuz a child can destroy you with one simple question

...thinking back to physics, math and English class
teachers had me feeling wicked bad for the gifts I had
if we behave, they let us out for some air
I was young, but I could see the how and the where
but the what and the why kinda fucked with my mind
something inside me knew that it was nothing but lies
easy to bitch about some meaningless shit
but never even admit what really needs to be fixed
so whatever people are saying, I'm not even debating
the simple fact school is obedience training
but here's an honest salute to the quality few
a million good people who have gotten us though
but get in line and never try to second-guess the leader?
that's brainwashing, baby, not respecting teachers
here's a quality concept, find yourself a payphone
call in a bomb threat, and now everyone can stay home
1996 a strip on my tongue
talk with Goddess plus a round trip to the sun
2001 and I see our parents depressed
cuz everything they fought for is apparently dead
but I'm turning twentysomething, I got some dope production
catch me getting stoned and letting go of old assumptions and dreams
living life with substance and teeth because love is supreme

1981 and my mother's watching me breathe
as she rocks me to sleep on green hospital sheets
1985 and my mother taught me to read
and cracked open a universe of options for me
thank you for that, now I'm dedicating this track
to stating the fact that I'll be paying you back
by making contributions, changes, improvements
creating new solutions with the patience of a buddhist
I say it and I'll prove it
Track Name: Dreams of Lisbon
we live in the darkness of shitty apartments
we get depressed, obsess and second guess
we tend to lose faith every twenty two days
but we still create, grow build and break bones

...dedicated to the weird kids that hear this
stay fearless, and look past the appearance
I wrote the book on naked massage
and made a collage with papers from my neighbor's garage
everyone insists they spit doper than you
yeah, I play strip poker at the Smithsonian, too (whoo)
I'm over it, dude -- all that games that I played
are breaking up like paper mache and fading away
cynics can't swallow an ounce of my liquid
sat down to vibe with it and drowned in five minutes
age six, I was a comfortable kid
had a whole lotta legos and I loved where I lived
but something just flipped up inside of my head
and now I kinda regret most of the life that I led
shucks, still moving, though...sleeping at the studio
doing shows, hop offstage and watch the rumors grow....
(that's just how we do it, bro)

whatchu bitch about?
whatchu think you can't live without?
the image that you kick around, sitting down?
whatchu love to hate?
what's your last bad drunk mistake?
tell me when we're gonna raise the fucking stakes?
whatchu wanna be?
what's your best guess prophecy?
what's the plan, man, talk to me, honestly
whatchu need from me?
whats your comfort zone frequency?
what's it take to make the people free, equally?
whatchu doing NOW?
to help a fellow human out?
I used to have to prove it now there's room for doubt
what DO I believe in?
everybody suffers for a reason
...in love with the blood that gives it meaning

we live in the darkness of shitty apartments
we get depressed, obsess and second guess
we tend to lose faith every twenty two days
but we still create, grow build and break cages