"…like a celebration, pop the champagne - Embrace, say grace - I ain’t hit rock & turn blueface"
Written & Recorded February 16th, 2023
lyrics
Never-ending
Every rhyme that I embed in a track is pure gold, searching for a higher caliber of shot to unload, flows deeper hold a mic like Poseidon hold a trident, make you ooze like Ivan - demented vibrant, by blunt I vent, (Yea)
You can be compliant - Still an ant to a giant, if the roles reverse would you retaliate or stay silent…to all critics analytics faux but force refinement, Show you where my ire went when the fire’s sent… mercy think twice, leave no dignity or spare life on this amplified device and one will NOT suffice.., pen lines hit you later, stay on heads like lice, Penn lines delayed train take precautions on thin ice.. a massacre of tracks occurred, you baptized the antichrist …, i guess people fooled by smiles, be like “that boy nice”, but I peeped you from secluded spaces, then played RiRi - when a new human drop made the front pages
…In the lor shop of horrors
Can’t survive on pride
Yea we do this for the honor
Could really use that money tho
With all the extra commas
…Stack before you die!
Escape the lor shop of horrors
x2
I don’t know how to finish it, regard it se-pa-rate - not humanity, opened pandora’s box on the enemy…like a celebration, pop the champagne - Embrace, say grace - I ain’t hit rock & turn blueface, you can either lose the pounds or I’ma go and get new cake, Need that Flav & New York, hit the corner feel the torque, and the THUMP in the back from her thunderous trunk, cast now as an Unc on the scene with the skunk, cos that sticky icky perfume the room with the funk, ghost civilization - live off the grid as a monk, Sir, I give no FUCK, leave your theories debunked, Rather keep the speakers pumped And with the rest ME, you should never Lump, I GET UP IN YA…. oooo that beat is so plump, steam the hams Skinner, after effects the stunts will premier - you been clear of the audition….when we begin, I’ll show you how - you just gotta listen
…In the lor shop of horrors
Can’t survive on pride
Yea we do this for the honor
Could really use that money tho
With all the extra commas
…Stack before you die!
Escape the lor shop of horrors
x2
When my brovas get up on you
I mean I really tried to warn you
Got the ladies for your lady friend
And more rhythm than circadian
Like cicadas probably found me subterranean
Trapped, really, can you save me friend?
Absorbed in ambience
With no semblance
Of reality
Altered
Never faltered
It's real shit
You think I'mma let it go I'mma just keep coming back for you
In any physical, spiritual realm form or fashion
Your ass is done
The new beat tape from this Baltimore artist is slyly hallucinogenic, stretching tones out to ghostly shapes atop juddering drums. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 24, 2022
