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Despondent
02:36
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I'm tired of the talk - im sick - its so irrelevant
unintelligent speaking just for the hell of it
if lifes a bitch then man you know that I aint celibate
I fell a couple times been broke as hell an so I'd sell a bit
endured the elements its evident I'm negative
and relatively pissed flick the switch and watch me sick a vic
I'm sick of this life- like knives up in a fist fight;
the odds are stacks against you as the hour ticks to midnight
so pull the blanket back attack the sheets
ima rest forever never wake me take me in my sleep
just take a piece of me until i final beat..
until my final breath escapes me feel the breeze across the teeth
and fuck a check I wanna supersede my death in rhyme
y'all just wanna spread your stupid seed and make a fuckin dime
aint got a lot of time so find me on the grind
cocked -if i don't find a way to shine they'll find me in a pine box
hook 2x's
thats hope shot down
I got my moments of hope - but not now
tie a rope or fill the tub and get the razorblades
haters saying that you were not down
Verse 2
fucking life will put a knife up in your back- attack you
wonder if i got the strength fight back - thats where I'm at
so where u at god? a fraud - i knew it to be true
been scooby doo investigating losing faith like who is u?
I'm the subaru just cruising but the screws have loosened
maybe crash at last I'm driving faster til the mood improves
clouds are hovering above me see them smothering
the sun from under -me no wonder I'm asunder struggling
from hellish nights and elevated states of suffering
my windows drying up as slow as firesticks are buffering
i keep discovering some ugly truths
exploring all that Ive ignored before it got me wondering;
are we insane cuz we continue dirty habits?
acting savage and the sources of our pain remain revisited
inhibited - quick distractions shelf life is limited
into the dirt because my birth was unsolicited
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Menace
02:38
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Im feeling the future shifting, I'm seeing the premonition
Ready to pop if not ill punch a clock but yo the clock is ticking
several seconds to slay the sinister
minuscule menaces try defending their sacred place but they pocket picking
Im like a rocket hitting space, leaving the atmosphere
your fucked, I'm that supernova tore through your stratosphere
if the gat is what matters then yo I'm strapped like a baby
maybe the baddest attacking rabbits with rabies
grace the stage and I'm a symbol like a sabian
for sex tyrannisauras rex style subterannean
and fuck a stadium ill play in vacant basements
naked waiting out the cop shop to pop one in the cranium
and in this hip hop shit I be like hitchcock - sick
repping the triple six with sickles - while the big clock ticks
never ever bend to any men thats evident
I'm heaven sent to render sentences forever relevant
give me liberty or give me death
ima threat show resepct or ill put the blade up to your neck
I'm the best, I'm the one to take away your breath
bullets to you chest kill ya slow like a cigarette
see me kill all these mother fucekrs with digits
who's numbers saying they sick but id fry em all like a fucin skillet
kill it chop em up bleed em and then i mop it up
cranium lock it up in ziploc so i can seal it
i know you feel it - so bang to the beat
bang to this heat - no need to be discreet - geek just keep the speakers peaked
heat seeker I'm a get it til y'all creatures leak
ill slay this ceremony homie reach you in the bleacher seats
I'm 6-1 with a six gun and devilish..
like big pun I'm a quick one my nemesis
can't compete with me - they think they see the peak in me
but thats because they can't believe I'm the person that I've reached to be
I'm who i need to be deceive me you'll me seeing 3 -
of me up in your face ill knock your teeth out so illegally
I'm ready to slay in your city fuckin come hit me up
get me - unless your play like vanilly really y'all killing me
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Caper Crusader
02:31
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hotel room 36, he's deep out in the dirty sticks
a curvy chick she grace his phone and lace em with the dirty pics
he needs bout 30 pics before he pick the thickest suiter
no computer coke user, shows up in a black uber
use her for company and lust but yo she use em too
for dollars holler at em with the prices brought the vices through
hits the powder - from the bag - nothing to brag about
and hour later hits the shower quick before he passes out
mask is out he thinks about it with his graphic photo
graphic memory he took a nap and now its back to solo
cased the place adjacent to the macys - laced in black polo
motorolla burner drinking verners with some black soc0
its time to strike he called the crew and say the night is right
the fighting type, its fight or flight, hold pistols not a knife in sight
the merchandise is tight, flight jackets black and olive
sell it to the skinheads and rappers for like the half the price
I'm living life every day up in a motel
stolen goods well hit your hoods and sell it wholesale
caper to caper check to check we chase the paper
and the blow it got me slipping, say it don't but we can both tell
the job is done without a gun about a rack a piece
a decent price tonight its no disaster nor a masterpiece
ill smash a feast - and ill then a grab at least half for each
coca hold the cola fill the nostrils with the holy yola
holy roller friends intend to leave me all alone again
motel lonely homies only know me til the party ends
and then they part again - sniff a couple lines til ten
sleep the day away then stay awake - you couldn't comprehend
the way i live i'll do a bid and then its back to plotting
never stopping robbing, dropping profits got my pockets popping
children never call at all - I think there mama talking
know it aint my fault they say assault - but that was not the problem
i need a xan cuz all this thinking got me feeling like..
i aint gonna sleep for like a week and I aint feeling right
its just a day in the life- I got an appetite for white
and money feed the ego with the thieving the illegal life
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3336
02:43
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rats is in the kitchen watch em running cross the floor
found a quarter in the couch well hit the corner store
i see the addicts missing teeth
on more than one occasion found syringes lying in the street
everybody doing hella blow, hella snow
selling seratonin thru the telephone
DMT hits and extasy - morgan at the corner
where the police they arrested me
til the death of me remembering the stress
you see the poverty and drugs it was a catastrophic recipe
boxing neighbors on the back porch
policia came and I was dipping out the back door
down the alley back to hooligan
getting drunk as fuck find us acting like a fool again
this where everybody went crazy
lost their minds a couple times and people acting shady
cvs ghouls, we cooling with a couple jacks
osco challenge hit the whiskey see em falling back
cigarette ashes never in the trash
a yo, we bashed the fash then drank a fifth with the stolen cash
there were barbecues and yard parties
take me to the liquor store the one that never cards hardly
if it was our party you could catch a fist
yea, even if it wasn't cousin you could catch a fist
i popped a couple bars and fell asleep for weeks
and you don't gotha brush your teeth if you don't hardly ever eat
hard to face defeat when you don't got a bed to sleep
I'm the living room consuming pills the DVD repeats
2017 the end of a dramatic era
shed my skin and then I found me older than before
bitter sweet goodbyes, we spray painted every wall
left by fall and left a mess lying on the floor
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I'm in a struggle with myself for my sobriety
and my social anxiety outcasts me from society
im on the brink of hell and hoping I dont sink
its seeming that i need a drink to bring out who's inside of me
and thats a shitty thing i tried to quit but couldn't
shouldn't dwell on what i couldn't help but tell me that you wouldn't
if you was shaking just from holding conversation
try to shake it but its blatant that your confidence been taken
is it my mental health or is it caused from drinking?
feeling i can read the room and know what everybody else is thinking
maybe they read it too in every little action
cuz I'm blatantly distracted by the nuances of interaction
unpredictable shifts, amidst the disconnection;
missed connections made, they reflect - the public misconception
that we are feeble and weak and lead a life of peace
a knife in each- hand i'd slice decisively if i could be just me
cho:
take me back to when I used to skate
take me back into the days when i would fight sleep to stay awake
ill sleep the day away - I'm hoping people stay away
if I don't a got a bottle mother fucker you can stay away
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6. |
Delusion intermission
01:22
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7. |
Snow Removal
02:44
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Verse 1
darkened thoughts behind my face awaken satan..
racing thru the vacant space replaced it with a rage of hatred
ready to take on the biggest, fuck it the sickest, the quickest.
I'm feeling vicious ambitious, i'll leave a bloody mess
no rags to riches more like riches to rags
i drained my bank it slowly sank into a couple of bags
random acts of violence, mouth confined to silence..
teeth grinding feel the tightness its the white that binds them
my nasal passage is ravaged from this depravity
savagely pushing packs of that powder into my cavity
open nose my soul is hollow as an open hole
no control, broken, hoping I can slowly find some hope
or even find some dope, to smoke, so maybe i can cope
mellow out the mind i hope these vines will bring me back to mind
vile melancholy probably see my life defined
by white lines - in time I know ill die from this here vice of mine
verse 2
late night up at the bar with the white drip
tight lips - locked jaw, tighter than some vice grips
my brain is pacing got my face sweating heavy
i had to flee the scene fast - so fast i I crashed the chevy
heavy drama for nothin i know I'm bugging but fuck it
he made enemy plenty just bumping in to me
a lot of hennesy and plenty of white
i smash the bastard with a glass and then the man to his right
i was ejected expected to be arrested
expected to be investigated - I overestimated
thank god I made it to my whip I'm doing 90
now im heading to the crib and a pig is sticking behind me
I'm blindly driving while reaching for the bacardi
the party is hardly over - aint over until I'm sober
its over quick - lost the grip - hit - a range rover
many dead I'm headed to end up in a prison
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stupid mother fucker mother fuck your mother
i am definitely infinitely better than bout any other
7 seven brothers 2 sisters born to many mothers
many fathers - if you bother with us- you can get the business
anarchistic atheistic, grab the pistol grip and keep it mystic
keep it cryptic - pistol the whip the masochistic
pacifistic pass a fist into your massive kisser
blast you fast emasculate your bastards give your ass a blister
a D- lister thats my status I'm a radical an addict
in your attic so dramatic peace to attica
whats a matter cuz you mad cuz you aint bad enough
to slap a pastor faster than an abacus can add it up
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I'm killing a billion - ill fill my pockets to the ceiling
I'm a villain with a grin a sinner fittin to fulfill a million
dreams- i got a lot a pot but i don't smoke it
hope it disappears for years and reappears as golden tokens
I've broken open, holy moly I'm emboldened
never folding cuz my soul is so much bolder since I've woken
devilish disheveled shit i put the pedal to the metal
revel in this metallish hip hop and get up on my level
malevolent ima defend it til the end
ill end a sentence in the pen then end a sentence with a pen
..i been a benefactor you is just an actor
madly splattering your bladder cuz never you been a factor
abstract assassin circletha masses with no protractor
mad disaster action packed attacking with a dagger
strangle dangerous strangers kill a baby with a coat hanger
slanging crack in hackie sacks then slap em with the banger
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Put this fist up in your face man i dont need a pistol,
pist enough to rearrange your face you know my hate official..
fickle fuckers got me furious filet a bitch,
like he a fish, he wishing that he wast facing novas missiles ...
makin nosies with my hands like with a glass of crystal,
fuck your rubber bands ill leave you broke, invoke the ghost of hitler,
so i can kill em twice emboldened put my soul on ice,
until hell freezes over re-awoken like a poltergeist,
avoided reprecussions, reaper with some deep precussions
bangin when i do my thang, im hanging with my little cousin,
chillin after life a villain in my afterlife,
im givin chills and thrills and sellin krills for hardly half the price, .....
packin platinum dice im gamblin with apparitions,
yellow nights awake the beast and preists get slayed with stake incisions..
leave the vaguest visions haunt you with the raunchy shit,
the sickle and the shovel hit you quick depict a rawkus mission…
hook
as a little kid I use to play pick up stix
now im obsessed with death..and 666
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10. |
Prosaic
02:43
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I punch the clock and rock a collar just to cop a dollar
hustling legitimate don't wanna end up in the clink
having to drink a couple just to settle from the hustle
roomie snoozing in his tomb - with dishes in the fucking sink
hands and face are filthy stanking just to pay the bills
he kills himself unhealthy for the wealthy - sell my labor cheap
they got them saber teeth- they praying that the prey is weak
the futures looking grim we grimacing its so unsavory
we'll swipe the time cards but not the one clenched in the fist, nah
we'll scan the microchips they planted up inside our wrists
little shits got us working while we make them rich I
with someone would drop a bomb and blow this fuckin place to bits,
mind is dull from filling pockets of the swine
I'm on the line collecting profit fill my pockets with a couple dimes
the more you work the more you hate your life that's what it seems,
factory of broken dreams, manufacture dollar signs
punch the clock it's 9-5 thats how we get by
wage labor just another form of slavery
we shedding tears at the passing of the former years
we spin the gears ,while it kills us psychologically
Verse 2
40 hours just to eat and sleep within my home
my body's tired out i pay the cable bill and cell phone
I drink a 6 pack then roll a couple zig zags
I sit back and fall asleep - not knowing where my kids at
i wake an hour later sour like a now and later
hour left before i sleep I'm steaming like a cloud a vapor
fuck a job I rather rob bank thats what I'm thinking
drinking got me crazy rowdy blaze another round of paper
shitty check direct deposit profit pitiful
was previously dedicated jaded now I'm cynical
word to criminals for carving out their many margins
shopping for the top of crop - then cop the largest bargain
i break my back for just half a rack a week
surviving barely living grinning thru my teeth while other people thriving
conniving bosses wash their hands off like faucet
cuz their bloody play the buddy card then disregard the topic
punch the clock it's 9-5 thats how we get by
wage labor just another form of slavery
we shedding tears at the passing of the former years
we spin the gears ,while it kills us psychologically
(outro)
(you never live)
eat, sleep, eat sleep
east sleep eat sleep
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11. |
Wheres My Meds?
02:27
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lying in a cell for selling crack to fellow felons
fell into a trap back at the trap and now in hell he dwelling
tried to tel them fellas that he's better off at home
but now he's calling from a phone to hear his wife who' s stays forever yelling
feels like he'll never stay away from jakes, incarceration,
snitches, snakes, and sniffing cake to wake him when he's aching
breaking down a bag it aint the last road that hes taken
only trade he ever learned - never concerned what fake ass people saying
this once appealing life - feels like - its got a lot of strife
lonely nights and paranoia - boiled spoons and foil pipe
foiled plots could have em rotten here forever
but to sever ties with guys inside his hood he know that he could never
rapid money hard to pass up splittin cash up
holding heavy gas and gats is also stashed up in the mattress
flats and glass in masses flashing pistols if u act up
back up - living lavish reakin havoc -champaign in their glasses
(Chis Ruben)
cycle of misery….there aint no mystery - for me
I wasn't built to work and never learned of history
but I can flip a pound break it down and sell it
..now I'm in a cell, hear me yelling when I tell it
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