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by Novatore

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1.
Spitfire 02:37
i spit bars miraculously, insane vocabulary adversaries wary of the very scary blades I carry rarely unaware, uncaring, arrogant american embarrassing my therapist and pistol packing in my trunk and I been getting drunk, lately aint afraid to say it weight it out against the pain- deliver liquor to the liver but i aint shivering or shaking so its all good still should probably drop the bottle, never been a quitter I took some dirty shit at riot fest a bad dosage closest yet to hopeless i was going through psychosis trying to focus on the facts but see the fiction teeth are jagged from the friction keeping eyes on those who closest i had to give a dude a bow up in his front row for thinking he could raise a fist at me i left his ass leaking eventually you'll see that this be elementary chicago steez, we keep it sleazy check the documentaries cho: you know I'm back in this mother fucker to spit spire you know I'm back in this mother fucker to take aim you know I'm back in this mother fucker you feel it doesn't matter why the fuck I'm back you know I'm bout to kill it I'm twice an uncle and 3 times a suicidal maniac, amazing nact to smack you in your fucking ear its was a bad year, and if i had ever had fear, i left it with my former self, replaced it with some bad beer I'm black clad here, molotovs and balaclavas fuck the dahlia lama ima threat to you like I'm osama aint just a rhyme persona, burn you like a some marijuanna sonically the greatest- underrated like the capadonna and i been writing lyrics steering clear of interference clearance rack psychopathic travis bickle in appearance been saving money, rarely ever see a really sunny day I'm always sleeping probably seeming incoherent been disappearing from the parties and politics i think the biggest part of it's that I don't got my heart in it could give a million reasons, blame it on the season but excuses are for douches - I just don't want any part of it
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Tragedy 02:47
a dark discovery- lovely turns to ugly I hear the spark, and now a dark cloud is hovering I see my brother and he see me losing sanity I'm losing my humanity my blood's started bubbling Haunted by betrayal, going off the rails stale relationships be facing this and no one placing up the bail thoughts are daggers, got my state of mind diminished hard to finish any minuscule task - it's seeming like the biggest hardly eating only sleeping - keeping to myself helplessly pathetic almost anything would set it off constant reminders, send my heart into a grinder find her lying in my mind, life is hard but the bed is soft I'm a get it off my mind, waking in a panic traveling through time in a capsule that they call xanax wake me later, wake me never, week into a day as weak as I can be, I'm hoping this could start to go away i look at people only seeing all their evil got a feeble mind, momentarily, i need some time having delusions always staring blankly, in a mire, michael myers style looking wild in a hellfire no desire, motivation at its worst, if you put me in a car you should consider it a fucking hearse the person that I was is missing from the earth cursing everything around me from the concrete to the fucking dirt soon as i think I'm better, bout to spread my wing of feathers find a fetter at my ankle, fixated on every letter I couldn't let it go, but think i see the light …or maybe that's the sun trying to rob me of remaining sight I think its time to fight, attention undivided cuz I'm missing out… sick of tripping always flipping out it's time to get a grip, and get back on my shit i think the time has come for me to slowly pull myself up out the pit
3.
Untouchable 03:16
i crush all opposition hardly any competition you can call it luck I think you suck but based off lost conviction you take the wrong position when it comes to cops and robbers slobbing on the knob of the law you call it gods decision but thats pathetic you can hate me cuz i said it trying to tell me ima be in hell you focusing on my aesthetics but you'll regret it when i jab you with this anesthetic bet its gonna be your end, ill send you to your only friend you know my pen is just as strong as my right and yo the proof is in the music check the songs that I write lets fight… cuz we can hit the streets or put the pen to paper i would turn you into vapors, smoke you right before my latest caper you like a life saver, empty in the center, yet you couldn't save your self if we was facing place a wager just hit my pager like its 96, cuz you a dated innovator I'm hated ill hit you with a brick hook untouchable- see how i rhyme like a king you could crown me or ignore me but it doesn't mean a fucking thing cuz I'ma still crush the mic and leave competitors thinking I'm the predator, the way the feel the sting untouchable- see how i rhyme like a king you could crown me or ignore me but it doesn't mean a fucking thing cuz I'ma still crush the mic and leave competitors thinking I'm the predator, the way the feel the sting Verse 2 I'm a pariah but I still be the messiah spitting fire verses higher than that interview with Richard prior if your desires in dire straights.. just concentrate on the music i make, ignites you like a fireplace i be untouchable, I'm cleaner than a huxtable got verses by the bucketful you simple like a lunchable you so dysfunctional, observe you as a worthless servant shouldn't read my verses cuz you're person's so combustible radioactive waves ascending from my pencil, pending doom is bout to hit you like a tumor in your fucking temple feel the instrumental, mentally invented by a person who's inserted every verse with the intention to melt your face especially when plastered with my vocals always focused on the hopelessness, a noble anti-social you need some bifocals if you can't perceive it I'm as rare a secada, hater this my magnum opus
4.
Pariah 03:25
(verse 1) I'm so sick my flow contagious and outrageous you don't know what rage is, open book with tattered broken pages lasers blazing got my phasers set to stun amazing graces couldn't save you when staring at the sun or if you staring down the barrel of an epileptics gun soon as he twitches finger clinches on the trigger bullet pulling through your fleshy surface hurting squirting blood across the curtains take a picture post it all up on your twitter ima a go and getter ima go and get her let her beat your with a whip until the blisters form a letter and it better be the letter N, if you think you better than me then ima treat you like the leaders treat the veterans put you on the street and treat you to a pizza filled with cyanide you try and hide the pain after I beat ya, leave ya bleeding on a fucking bench - you smell the stench, thats the body rotting plotting out my alibi with friends hook: belligerent shit - ignorant shit bully rap attacking lyrics , slapping up a pig you talk a lot of shit now this is what you get always flapping from your lips so now I'm feeding you a fist (verse 2) I be a bully and be fully aware that I'm unbearable and terrible ill tear a bull until he's bare stare at a lion in the eyes while dying in a den laughing while he's crying drag his body to my fucking lair I'm linda blair pissing on the floor in public aint above it I'm a grubby mother fucker never wear a rubber spitting in your supper- upper decker at your mothers brothers house I'm bugging out- and ruggeder than any other stick you up . squeeze a lime into your cut.. punch you in the gut and then I'm feeding you what you through up bust a nut - and leave the stain across rug call it lotion my devotion to debauchery is nuts acting up at christmas parties, slammin the bacardi robbing smarties from your baby sleeping over and I gave you scabies sell you a dog with rabies tell you that he's gravy lazy til the death of me won't even work a job to feed my baby picking on defenseless helpless kids I'm selfish rubbin shellfish on an ostraconaphobic til he feeling hazy won't even phase me if you tase me cuz i rock a tire and i rock attire that be that be flyer than a plane be somebody save me cuz I'm rowdier than roddy body surfing in the neighbors pool you know I had to leave a stool a piece of feces slowly floating in the open broken human til I'm in my tomb and still I feel i be amazing cho:
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(Novatore) you don't wanna battle me.. that would be tragedy like owen hart, from the rafters , you can call me ravishing you can call me rude, but you don't wanna have a feud bret hart shawn michaels, iron man, a short fuse i refuse to lose never gonna tap the mat I'm hellish when I'm in a cell. I'm steve borden with a bat you know I'm all that you just a brooklyn brawler looking like my homie doink the clown, except a little bit taller i be a mauler you influenced by the shit I make like mick foley 83' jimmy snuka off the cage if this was 88 Id sneak up on ya with a snake thinking you a hercules, you're Irwin with the briefcase you aint a beefcake, I'd eat ya like a cheeze steak eye rake ya face until ya bleeding make your teeth brake bury you with verses, undertaker, black hearses got you seeing angels papa shango with the curses (Sic Mind) The people feel me as soon as I step inside the arena Its like One look into your eyes n I can tell your diva Mira You washed up n needa retire I'm laughing cause you can't see that like john Cena let me revival My true intentions fuck how ya feel Stick my hand through you n rip out you intestines This is the moment where I turn heel do it for the love Man fuck yo ego You couldn't spit even if you were carlito You gone get bodied N bodied some mo cut you in half Since i heard that your a fan of gore For thinking that your a nova I'll leave your chest tore Your the type I wanna strangle with a microphone cord Think daniel Bryan Cause I'm the injury that's gunna Cut your career short If your vertain then you shoukd be prepared to die in war Im the dirtiest player in the game Throwing elbows like chris hero You think your Looking through binoculars but really it's the double barrel (novatore) watch you like a hawk cuz you know I'm an animal I'm bout to run this sock covered claw into your mandible I'm like an anvil smash your heart into its foundation warrior with a sack of blow you can feel the earth shaking you bout to be a patient, paging doctor isaac yankem you can thank em later, bout to bomb on you like I was vader any traders in the ring about to feel the sting about to bring my fist into your face - about to be displaced about to be disgraced like crippler with the cross face place is looking crazier than john gacy's crawl space get me vexed i'll put a hex upon your family von erichs, bout to parish, destined for calamity a fan of fantasy like val venus, vanity, ill throw you thru a table I'm incapable of sanity ill never quit I'm in the shit like I was terry funk Vince McMahon in the limo dynamite up in the trunk (Sic Mind) Get supper kicked for thinking that we just some young bucks It'll put you to sleep like a gts from hideo itami or cm punk Ima phyco killa bro You can call me tommaso ciampa I got the kokina clutch locked and I'm never letting go im the mexican samoa joe On a mic your just a joke like enzo Your Ego bigger then big cass You see Your acts more retarded then Eugene Bar After bar this shit I'll hit you harder then l kicks from Kota ibushi I see how yall just wanna do me But I ain't trippen Cause I just came to kick your head off like nakamura N this aint 88 Lace your drugs That's how I twist your fate Flow phenomenal like aj I adapt, never change I bring the terror This was a clean sweep Call me the cleaner I'm kenny omega Off top like Eddie This latino he spitten heat Not even Paul heyman can tame this beast Mother fucka
6.
Chardonnay 03:52
Verse 1: times illusios, its just a measurement for death and to death theres no solution reapers hand across your fucking neck it's disrespect to call me anything but clever* and ill never let my age dictate my next fucking step so fuck a bet, i make a promise to stay ominous and slash you like a tire watch me fire bomb the pharmacists* can't harness this - rap attacker with a dagger, kill a rapper talking swagger, looking dapper, hes a brilliant actor i may be aging but lets face it I'm amazing got you gazing at my flavor, to you posers imitating ima- breath of fresh air- beware - don't stare cuz ima riddle you with little bullets, beat you like a fucking snare Verse 2: I'm like a fine wine,in time my rhyming quality, increases, smash to pieces masterpieces no apologies i think its comedy, the way i smash the prodigies they losing, in confusion, I'm disproving all the prophecies they try to tell me how the fuck to live, tell me I aint living right cuz I aint married and don't got no kids I'm just a little kid embittered with a little bit a whiskey cinnamon and venison, i got the heart to win I'm sinning with a grin, a criminal who's pleading innocent I'm chillian like a villain, never snitching if I'm in the pen and when I'm in depends, depending on my dead friends maybe then just maybe you can tell me that I'm fucking crazy you just a lazy baby, none of this is new to me you never felt the growing pains and I aint talking puberty aint what it used to be, but truthfully I'm glad always trying to move it forward, never living in the past Verse 3: I need a mattress cuz I'm going geriatric got bad tick in my back, but I could still pull off a daring hat trick ill smash you faster than master blaster in thunder dome regardless off a number ima still be at the fucking throne ill prank you on the phone like kevin did in home alone but ill be 64 and still be poor - and be like al capone with a tommy gun, while running up on bugsy i feel bad for any sucker mother fucker trying to mug me ill hit em with a cane, his brain is hanging out the frame his cranium is jelly, really smelly, stab him in the belly call me makavelli ill be rising from the grave and brave enough at 98 to punch you in your fucking face ill throw you in a lake and brake apart you legs so you can army crawl to safety after doggy paddling all day aint nothing left to say, i said it all in 20 ways don't ever count me out ill be about it til in my grave
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(Novatore) I'm in a mass debate, I probably rather masturbate these children on the internet they got me losing faith just wait a minute.. i been sinning since the 7th grade and now these teenie bopper activists are criminals? thats fucking fake they always making threats, I've heard it all before but all these keyboarding warriors afraid of kicking down some doors they rather pop some pills they triggered from the strife they got a bucket list thats never checked off, higher than a kite and thats alright.. I aint a stranger to the burnout kind of life but you keep talking winnings wars and never even had a fight i think its funny the money you coming from and your running your, talkin your shit, you just a little kid i push a fist into your face and flash the pistol cuz you're phony and I'm pissed off just a warning, dodged a missile watch you fizzle out.. and show the world what you about you aint bout a single thing, so kid just shut your fucking mouth cho- I'm in a cyberhell and this may very well be the purgatory from the story, lock us in the cells i won't rebel.. just slowly bring me to a timely death so it can rid me of the cancer smiling as i take my final breath (Fellow the Ogre) all day foreplay fornication in 4k forty hours a week to pixels floating over the fourier You love me not a caveat desires lost in cyberspace digital age masquerade where masks become our only face gone without a trace are the names that kept the pain encased algorithms ostracize our freedoms at a frisky pace click into a massive grave an everlasting batch of bait pacifists are battle ready to pull their trigger to rattle the cage censor me stupid dispense information a million ways render me ruthless and from a distance within your safest place If I’m a sin then you’re a demon switching sides and shifting shapes slipping over the liquid glass insipid as the color grey misers hide away in a sacred place on your spaceship occupied by snakes every vacant space has been tainted their venom steady demonstrates the crippling weight of isolation honesty isn’t holding your hatred in hesitation
9.
Black Cat 02:15
I shred mikes and start fights with hypes i'm aggressively obsessive with the music, working overnights I'm like an overbite ahead of the rest ... just like regrettable sex leave you incredibly stressed - no less no one investing in me, sensing the aggression in me question my direction, my expression leave you delicately wording sentences to back pedal from your statement blatantly observing, that your swerving from your relevancy fuck the presidency, evidently people suck… you look struck when I spit at you so eloquently I'm about the meanest demon that you ever seen scheming on your team you can't defeat me in a fucking dream i dress clean but i keep it dirty almost thirty nerdy to a thug but I'm too thuggish for the really nerdy my shit wordy and to heady for most - rappers think they on my level, really they aint even close they try to boast and brag its just sad they be glad bag rappers full of garbage, watch their shit rot im like a ziploc they way I got my shit locked clock strike 3am, haunt you like I'm hitchcock triple sixes, in the mix with crucifixes getting triple digits, tripping off the riches that they steady getting I'm stead spitting like a lama leave you full of trauma lyrically i bring the drama, faces melting, steady dripping i keep hitting growth spirts in my rap skills now my throat hurts like I'm smoking the fat krills leave you with chills and feels after a verse ima pay my bills with raps before I see the dirt and thats a promise, sick of listening to vomit that the bastards feed the masses to your planet I'm a comet coming correct - to wreck - what little self respect you have left… ill make your spinal column disconnect
10.
I'm in the trenches with the missiles and the hand grenades i hear the bullets whistling the wind across my face seven corpses line the floor from foreign forces everything that i had ever known had suddenly seemed unimportant bloody skies i hear the cries of fallen family they said some wouldn't last a minute, blasting while the clique diminished faster than a pastor finish, nastier than rotten spinach ..I'm in a daze i catch my grip because my head is spnning but I aint skid dish so i processed what I witness even though the gory images are with me every single minute thats my life… pass the knife an enemy combatant tried to grab me so I had to slice we in a war from shore to shore aint nothing glorious i be so discontent no longer know what glory is bombs dropping, heads popping off their body suicidal kamikaze- no one is victorious we were victorious warriors sent on voyages judgement errors lead to terror friends turn in to pallbearers and I'm shackled to my past, shrapnel penetrate my skin cleanly like a piece of glass i got a couple homeless homies looking hella boney knew a dude name Kony owed a lone he couldn't pay it back he need it a hit crack- now he's food to rats .. found him sleeping just last weekend bullet in his fucking back thats' how it goes.. veterans rocking your clothes thrift store copped got pneumonia from the freezing cold PTSD shell shocked no insurance cancer ridden cigarrete smoker with electrolarynx fell for the idiotic patriotic propaganda simple minded oversight black and white just like a panda battlefield red, dead bodies in my head shed a tear for fallen brothers, hardly recognize each other we in a war from shore to shore aint nothing glorious i be so discontent no longer know what glory is bombs dropping, heads popping off their body suicidal kamikaze- no one is victorious
11.
Savage 02:33
killing christians with an iron fist, storm the gates I'm norman bates rocking a wig and I'm coming for ya face pushing daggers thru anybody who matters and matter of fact - ill stab you in the back and watch your ribs shatter quicks splatter from the knife insertion, my suburban storing bodies then they rotting - somewhere in a lake- submersion pet a persian like I'm giovianni, villanous your body drains of blood, your hear a thud because I'm spilling it leave a corpse in a burning porsche, and torture any underling who tries to bring me in, i bring the force of many you couldn't force a penny through a quarter slot and i would hoard the pot, especially if you starving I would pour the slop in the garbage cuz you garbage, thats a fact of life exacto knifes, slicing trough your skin- then bring you back to life re-animation - death is better than creation but if you can mix the two that be a truly deadly combination ----- fuck religion I would cane you long as I was able hottest thing up in your federation call me sable flipping tables, like my generation - unstable- you could try to copy me i chop you like some broccoli I'll prolly be the hottest topic, popping,so just watch and see there aint no stopping me so cockily, i drop a cop and flee stickin knives inside your eyes i wanna watch you die taking lives with pride, my anger rising high just like the tide when i arrive, no one in the room is bout to be alive if they survive they'll have to see a shrink until their 55 when i deliver my shiv up into you liver you quiver I'm bitter- slither with scissors and chop you into figures and fuck peace i want your pieces in the street lets see polices feel the heat, its time to practice what you like to preach veins of bleach, they couldn't keep me in the clink the only sentence i complete's the ones thats seeping from your fucking teeth
12.
i came enthusiastic in the rap shit thats a fact I'm still enthusiastic mother fuckers watch ya back cuz in this game of rap, the snakes are steady watching waiting for the chance to drop a diss, second that you stop to piss saying that you lost your shit, hoping you about to quit mother fucker, never count me out I'm too legit and fickle fans if you can find em, hardly pay a nickel thinking they entitled to your album, shoulda charged em triple but fans is mostly rappers see you as the competition savage like a raptor, see your shine like its a sharpened sickle thats why the sales crippled everybody wants to rap no one only wanna listen - this is what I envision: people buying albums, digital and physical coming out to shows and showing love, it's so untypical literally killing off the silly shit that's visible and fill the gap with rappers who can write some shit thats printable this is the place where the fan shoots the messenger hands up to the sky and slowly empty out the register this is a dark place -im in it til im finished came to win it - this is it - i feel the pressure getting heavier tell somebody that you rap and watch em start to laugh either that or ask you if you rich or signed to major labels you could tell em fables, catch me on your local channel ask you "why you rocking flannel, why you stuck on basic cable"? nothings good enough, nobodies looking hood enough cuz you know if you rap, you better own a gat and caught a body never seen as art your words are taken literal no room for metaphors or works of fiction - over critical i think its pitiful that modern rappers do the same acting like a spectator- thought you was inside the game know id be lying if I claimed I didn't want the fame but im a jugernaut ill never stop whether it comes or not cuz I'm master of the music first and foremost but for most - this prostitution call me wournos cuz i be killing anyone who try to buy me you can try me, be the first to die - get severed at your torsos this is the place where the fan shoots the messenger hands up to the sky and slowly empty out the register this is a dark place -im in it til im finished came to win it - this is it - i feel the pressure getting heavier

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The Somophore studio album from Novatore

Recorded by Vex the MC

Mixed and Mastered by Kelcey O'Quinn

Production from Nuttkase (Russia), Nizuk (France), and Chris Ruben (CHI)

Cuts on "Tragedy" and "Chardonnay" by Dj Reska aka "the Sick Doc"

Cuts on "Savage" by Chris Ruben

Executive producer: Novatore

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released March 31, 2017

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