Suicide by Radio EP

by Novatore

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A short EP following the "Dystopian" mixtape.

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released July 30, 2015

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jeff the Chef

All tracks except for "Cryptic" produced by Jeff the Chef

"Cryptic" produced by Moe Cyrus

Art by Andrei Bouzikov

Guitar on "Angel of the Abyss" by Logan Campedelli

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Dark hardcore hip-hop from the south side of Chicago.

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Track Name: Intro
Nuclear holocaust apocalyptic firestrom

you hear me coming time to turn the fuckin sirens on

radio stations couldn't handle an entire song

I walk up to the DJ with a smile and the rifle drawn

fuck some airtime I only want the cranium

make u a spectacle like battles in the stadium

duct tape the special guest and stash him in the atrium

before I leave ima stab him in the atrium

I think its justified the homicide and mental scars

it was death in vein for any rapper killed for bars

smash the speakers and the dashes of 100 cars

you can hate our music but can't take it cuz its fuckin ours

you liven large so you think that you a corleone

I see you punk in almost every last scenario

you got a bad life the trigger aint the way to go

grab the ghetto blaster this is suicide by radio

(Hook 4x's)

Suicide by, suicide by, suicide by, suicide by radio

(Verse 2)

you say your on point i think that shits hilarious

your only on point cuz my shit be impaling yous

sever your limbs and spread them out in different areas

nefarious- playing a god like my inhaler does

audio sabotage, it plunge me into misery

radio culture be the plague upon the history

real emcees be getting stifled by the industry

they praise the image over lyrical ability

a heap of fucking trash, in constant repitition

garbage rappers, i refuse to call them competition

thoughtless content, thinking that they god sent

i'd put em in a hollow grave with merely simple exhibition

compositions, that exemplify the ambition

a life thats rented and gets acted out on television

empty vessels straight depressed, and fucking obsessed

with who's the best, they keep themselves arrested in their mental prison
Track Name: Suicide by Radio (ft. D-PELT)
Nuclear holocaust a futuristic firestorm
you hear me coming time to turn the fuckin sirens on
radio stations couldn't handle an entire song
I walk up to the DJ with a smile and the rifle drawn
fuck some airtime I only want the cranium
make u a spectacle like battles in the stadium
I'm in a sick state, i'll choke you with my mix tape
rib cage feel the blast, the body in the atrium
I think its justified the homicide and mental scars
it was death in vein for any rapper killed for bars
crush the speakers and the dashes of 100 cars
feel the power running thru you like 100 czars
you liven large so you think that you a corleone
I see you punk in almost every last scenario
you want disaster,? yo, the trigger aint the way to go
grab the ghetto blaster this is suicide by radio

(hook)

suicide by, suicide by, suicide by
Suicide by Radio (4 x's)

(Verse 2 D-Pelt)

FAST NUR DRECK IM RADIO, WIE KANN DICH DAS NICHT STÖREN?! ICH WÜRD RIHANNA LIEBER FICKEN ALS SIE SINGEN ZU HÖREN! KEINE BOTSCHAFT, NUR PLASTIK, GEFÜHLLOS UND FALSCH! VON CHICAGO NACH BERLIN. 99 LUFTBALLONS ÜBERQUEREN DEN GROSSEN TEICH. WIR SIND ARM, IHR SEID REICH. WIR SAMMELN UNS IM UNTERGRUND UND SCHLIESSEN EINEN PAKT! DIE VERHURTE INDUSTRIE SOLL SICH BÜCKEN UND ZWAR NACKT! DIE TINTE, DAS HERZBLUT, WIR SCHEISSEN AUF AIRPLAY!

(hook)

(verse 3)

you say your on point i think that shits hilarious
your only on point cuz my shit be impaling ya's
sever your limbs and spread them out in different areas
nefarious, playing a god like my inhaler does
audio sabotage it plunge me into misery
radio culture be the plague upon the history
real emcees be getting stifled by the industry
they praise the image over lyrical ability
a heap of fucking trash in constant repitition
garbage artists, I refuse to call them competition
thoughtless content, they claiming that they god sent
i'd put em in a hollow grave with seconds of an exhibition
compositions that exemplify the ambition
the schism stems from the lack of any vision
empty vessels straight depressed and fucking obsessed
with assets, they keep themselves arrested in their mental prisons
Track Name: Cryptic (ft. Jak Tripper)
(Verse 1 Jak Tripper)

I'm glum, happy as a hog in entrails, deep within the shit in nam, on rig trails, dropping the men sheets and tetragon block big as ship trails, watchin sick trails as bullets split a wigs top like pig tails, by my eyes the tides will be blood washed like thick ale, I drape humans, gut em like fishes with their ribs scaled come out combat regal, night suits still polished with no chip mail, 2 eagles reigning like Gale- force wind with mixed hale, this morose shit I should be known to go with like Nicholas Leblanc to brick sales, this is blood soppin, mop heads, barf bags, and shit pales, psychonautic, astronaut, consume spores like Aztecs in a hatch back stressed I visit dumpsites and back track


(Verse 2)

out here like big lurch I'm cooking guts up in the kitchen,
pcp tripping fingers for the victual, tossing sailers to the fishes, unpredictable, habitual, manic flow, i'm nasty with the visuals. minimal criminals like god damn I'm Panzram , my flow is digital i'll jack you for your grand am, son of sam sick with it, I feed you clips like biscuits, my shit's ridiculous, my crimes is inconspicuous , tear your meniscus disc and cut you up like paper, capers pulled with tazers, go from rags to filthy riches, ditches dug for snitches, stitches cross the mandible, no man who walks this land'll probably ever hold a candle to this vandal with a temper and a tendency for violence, violins and sirens while I bust em with the handle, the state is liberal, man, they legalized the cannibus but can I bust a pig without the help of 50 cameras?
Track Name: Laced Up (ft. Young Ron)
i'm DTT, I lace the beat like a pesticide, best alive, i'd rather die before I testify, still surviving cuz I'm merciless and courteous, and to y'all critics I'm the warrior, "impervious", I'm furious, i keep it angry, loud, and braggadocios , I'm ferocious, never victim to subservience, y'all stay mourning like the hornets in the coliseum praying to the feeble gods and ancient mausoleums, I pray to mirrors my reflection gives erections, some will try to hide it like a witness that was in protection, but when the dark hits, emcees turn into to targets, you can find em on the market where I'm hustling off the carcass, protect ya neck, son - you better watch your center too, bullets enter you my tongue like a metal barrel, state defector, yo I'm set like an erector, I stay dirty like a vector from a needle never sterile

(Hook 2x's)

stray slugs slip from my tongue and leave you face up, laced up,
you try to spit back but that won't phase us
fuck that! Verbal attack, your whole flow's wack
fall back, step in my path and feel the contact

(verse 2)

Round 2, I'm bout to slay you like M.Bison, bite ya ear off like I'm tyson when I'm fighting you, slicing you, dicing you up, you in a pickup truck, I don't give a fuck, ruin your life like i was wifin you, thats what id like to do a blade up in your anus, heinous crimes hit the news and make you faithless or famous as amos, like the massacre in sandy hook, Adam Lanza grabbed the rifle now he's in the book, crooks remembered by the measures that they might have took, mistook you for a gangsta but the look shows me you're hella shook, I see it in your eyes, maybe I should crucify you, asking for your last meal that I'm about to cook, you slowly die inside, cake filled with cyanide, 5 alive with lime and teaspoon full of mercury, no body merkin me you'll end up in a surgery impossible to tattle leave you rattled like a nursery

(Hook 2x's)

(Verse 3 Young Ron)

Double drangon, half demon, eating angle wings on the Sabbath 4 no reason, i be tweaking, see what happenss when i turn the hand gun,
Kids on The couch need ransom, put your husband up in hell and a witness can come , Fuck nigga wanna see me all dressed as a bum , Get the fuck on , No buggie ill get ne dead wrong, Start to piss on, Fuck your bm, on your tombstone, I gotta stack stack get that, gotta push your head back , Get the codax , Where dope at. Where dough at, Get the click clack
Where da whip @ , Muder check list, Leave befor the dispatch, Police they bus back, i dont need that , Need that, Charil sheen it, Go retarded, Over kill it, Ah right alright kevin heart it, Drip gang bitch, Its fuck you pay me nigga if you don't like it

(Hook 2x's)
Track Name: Gunslinger
(Verse 1)

snatch the rifle, kill the sheriff in the last saloon, my platoon of ghouls is evil like the black lagoon, blast a goon, soon to boom, and leave you in an open tomb, I be the one hand on my gun up in the poker room, spoke to soon might just sting ya like a bumble bee, humbly, i'll leave you lifeless like some tumbleweed, tomb to read RIP drinking liquor robbing banks, it's showdown after sun down I'm pulling rank, caps busting, cats ducking cuz we gunslinging, Smith and wesson final blessings leave your gut stinging, blood drinking buzzards soon to feast on your upon your fucking corpse, a 6 shooter in the holster while I ride my horse, a valiant stallion, flee the scene like an Italian gambino, makin bank like a casino, mask crusader 1880 member of the regulators, you'll see my latest caper posted in your local paper

(verse 2)

the bounty's heightened, they want 5,000 for my capture, after my last escape the scene was a disaster, but I shoot faster then any outlaw in the fuckin west, place your bets with no regrets I be the master, it's undeniable my mind is certifiable, you wanna bag a coach and my approach is indefinable , you'll find me likable until my guns are blazing, like a raisin you'll be shriveled contemplating your evasion, the situation, my stallion died of dehydration, I passed out from it too and then I woke up in the station, they say I'm lucky, but my face is fuckin crusty, I'm looking like I'm Blondie from "the good the bad the ugly", guards watching at all times, ain't trusting me, its all in vein since i retreated from their custody, trackers lovin me, they worship me in person only rarely I escape before they make their reimbursement
Track Name: Angel of the Abyss (ft. Twenty)
I hear the hammer cock, the pistol to your fuckin head, I smell the degradation rising from the hospice bed, dread and doom I'm in your brain but not the tumor, i'm the voices from your conscience, I'm the force that swallowed larry hoover, the fate of users who ain't got the will to fuckin kick it, or maybe did but took too much when they came back to stick it, pack the clips in, let your enemy makes friends with me, the constant need for currency feeds homicidal tendencies, so many final breathes I've stolen while patrolling, electrocution, persecution, guns and knifes Ive seen it all, don't want the call if it's the corpse and not the person can't be certain might be lurking in the curtains at the Taj Majal, bodies fall when they expire, it's required, my desires' to close your eyes and bring you home like mark Mcguire, rightful to hate me i take the old and unborn babies, maybe I'll scorch the earth and blaze it crazy in the fire

(Hook) (Twenty)

NOW ITS /ALWAYS MUTHAFUCKAS TRYNA BURN ME UP,
CRUCIFY ME LEAVE ME ROTTING UP THEY TURN ME OUT TO DEATH


(Verse 2)

no good or evil I can be the lethal salvation, end the years of contemplation, trigger finger on the nine, close those vertical blinds and make those vertical lines, curl up that spine and leave your mother fuckin troubles behind, hard to find, I leave your bones among the rocks and sticks, blood on bricks, the venn diagram of bloods and crips, bloody switch from the mother who never spared the rod it's time to feel the wrath of vengeance from the 666, its time to fill these clips, with rounds of hollow tips, you wanna end this shit? i'll put you on my list, put down your fist and close your eyes we bout to take a ride I pride myself on vengeance let my henchmen bring you to my side , you wanna test skills? i got the best kills, who's blood will get spilled just to get some cheap thrills? cops krill's and smoke a mountain of that cookie, assassins wanna book me I charge double for the rookie
Track Name: Hollow (ft. Seizure and Baer Coon the Ewokk)
(Verse 1 Baer Coon)

reckless, Tim allen with the drills but your ryhmes so helpless, Take a ball bat to your weak ass pelvis, you chop up brinks, the popo come you the first that snitch, Back in the days you use to slit your wrist, Boy yo flows ain't shit, your father never loved you, Should have brought the belt son i know it hurts you, mouse trap, Im aware that you sell crack, Baby boy shits so wack, reason good people never have shit, tragic, Beat so sick that i feel like magic, Thanks for the ammo, Your diss missed like shaq miss freethrow, little ass junkie, Iow life flunky, I pray for the day you lose all your money, strong the shit, its the way that you spit, Ill crack dat ass open like the blunts that i split

(Hook 2 x's)

Don't sweat it, trippin on some shit you might regret it, time exposes posers might annoy you if you let it, they talk a big game no money where their mouth be, around me, you talking all that shit you're surely deaded

(Verse 2 Seizure)

I’m allergic to fakes like false silver and gold, Do what it takes to deliver these lost souls, Moves that I make can seem bitter to unfold, But I’m breakin these thugs’ bones down at the crossroads, Commonly you're constantly spreading with such hypocrisy, Sayin you pack heat, but only pack when givin sodomy, It’s gotta be, something wrong with all your following, swallowing lies as if what you’re doing is so novelty , Nothin close to it, smoking crack was your dopest hit, No one owes you shit, my rhymes will make you motion sick and motionless, Exploiting gang culture but you aint about it, asking how to get in, when I was trying to get out it,
you’ve never held a tech, wrote your name on walls to gain respect, struggled to the point of where your phone only rang due to debt, While I’m rebuilding the hoods with knowledge I’m supplying, Your family’s scheming of ways just to gentrify it

(Hook 2 xs)

(Verse 3 Novatore)

yo, lemme tell you what the premise is, the premise is the shit I kicked all up in nemesis, idle threats ill place bets you won't fulfill it, you aint committed to shit why don't you just admit it? I'm here to blast on y'all worthless shit talkers, get bonkers and savagely ravage you til you get skiddish, lyrics enter your brain like opium in the veins, blood stains and track marks, pulling narcs by their reins, with no ambition or mission beyond your drug addiction, i got the method to crucify the competition, I eat alphabet soup and then I puke with epicac, the words fall out like a nuke attack, I'm apocalyptic my hip hop is cryptic, I rip shit quick and leave y'all cats statistics, you talk shit nobody listening, you got your whole crew behind your back whispering.