remake of friskyBrisky's "Best", from the unreleased Pepperland Core album

uh actually, this is just a stairway to the REAL tribute

with @iamwrath

[verse 1: departure]
picture me 3 inches from the flicker of a screen
me and the mic is like a fucking guillotine
stares from the jeerers and the hearing of the speech of the teeth
use a poet as an excuse for a repeat
close the curtains, then open them again
got offended by departure? better tell a trusted friend
you're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness
you better pause yr kort'dakian crisis
tears & water form when i puncture a stomach
you're not invited to the function, it's fetish up in yr meaty fungus
you rep the chi? i'm hearing chiraq is catshit
madness, you wouldn't know the junglist from the massive
my champagne supernova is yr vocal chords clashing
y'all got an ironic title, nothing you can tell me is libel
i'm affecting your career personally, your last shit is permanently final
i know you and your crew
a bunch of white boys & faggots playing with khakis in backyards
comparing me to you? your shit is not hard (damn)

[verse 2: wrathofkane]
au revoir mr. self harm praiser, do me a favor get out of my fucking ears
brainwashed by white suburban boys, put they heads on the spears
disposal crew called, why the bodies don't got faces, bones like run over deers
out here with an m16 like scarface, i'm sniffing coke til the smoke clears
tear you up to shreds, my dogs gon eat real fucking good tonight
bullets pierce the skin faster than the speed of a singular wood termite
your ashes will be in my blunt tonight, we smoking the weed tonight
i have 12 songs with your bitch ass and i carry you on all  of them
and when i talk they all be silent
they be listening to me and the words that i be writing
you be apes to my collection of these hardcore vikings
futuristic styled bombs, we ship em to all your devices
i saw your downfall from the comfort of my christmas lit house
ignored the advice of close friends, you just took a real bad route
if i disappear for 3 months, she'll know about my whereabouts
and where i'll hide out for the remainder of my time in the south

[verse 3: departure]
ay kane, lemme show you how to keep the dice rolling when you're committing genocide, yo
i know something about you that'll put you to shame
your best fucking friend is named dookie the lake
but wait, defektors don't compare to Color field paint
lou kray can find you some more trans women to chase
you copied 2 rappers, tells me you ain't got no faith
honor ain't the code, you wouldn't survive in a cypher space
your boy came dissing at me, straight out the fucking gate
capitalist mindset, but you ain't never been in a wraith
now he working for me, the crew you hang around is diabolical
i'll have him pull the plug on all your streaming tracks while your eyes is closed
we don't plot & feed info, we ain't blowing no smoke
figuratively, please leave a message after the tone

[verse 4: wrathofkane]
walk barefoot in the sand, feet covered in grit
walk away from your grave i just dug, massive pit
drive off in a honda crx, quickly shift the gear shift
and now your label want my head, they put me on the list
otter gang is full of white bitches, wannabe gangsters and overall bad people
sometimes i carry so much, i got that strength of one of those smaller beetles
i heard you ask girls to moan in your dms, you want talk about it?
brother, just take the advice we gave you, how about quit

Asterisk On Your Name (additional prod. SAVO)

This the memory you forget when you drink too much that one night
And you look up at the sky and there's just, stars above you
But in reality, you're really not seeing shit

I wish for peace, and only peace for you
The farther you go, I wish for peace and only peace, and only peace for you
The farther you go, love yourself, I'm wishing for peace and only peace for you
Word

I done had too many friends that dropped me in the mud
When I look at inferiors, suppose I must deserve the same
I'd rather have a pen and pad than drown in my own blood
You gotta cleanse your ego before you can handle the fame 
Today's mathematics is to forget number association
Call your friends with number addictions, tell them you won't replace them
Pray for damnation beore they get graved or cremated
Death's the only thing making the fat lady sing lately
Even if they stabbed you, pick up the phone
Human flaws need open notations or you gon' die alone
We only on this earth for one purpose, and one chance
You're only one person, don't waste it by shitting where you dance
There are those who dance and those who don't
And those who criticize them are hurt people who need love the most
And hurt people hurt people, so don't create a chain event
Give the other man a mirror to reflect & a place to vent
Mar said "I'm done tryna barter for remorse"
I had to watch 'em pull the cord, I'm standing farther from the door
And closer to the bed watching a man face his battles with angels
We never had the same beliefs, I took it from a different angle
Fam was tryna place me into some therapy
Never got it, but debate if I should, friends pulling away from me
Snakes who please people that I often made bad first impressions
And those are oft entirely wrong, though I never got my second
Talk behind my back, say I've never known how to flow before
So leave writtens in place in the preface of my gone ghost
Sleeping with fishes in the kicken bucket
Chickens and yellowbellies don't have the thought this man is being struck with
Load the musket, crying to lines of Jimmy Buffett
I'm looking for my lost shaker of salt
As a metaphor for placing my faults and lost consciousness
The list of my lost connections is populous, there's a problem with
Overconfident men being given autonomy
With 6 sins and a hint of sloth
There's a calmness in the book of Deuteronomy, but I've never been religious
Even in my pitfalls and shit, I hope that you'll still rock with me forever 

I wish for peace, and only peace for you
The farther you go, I wish for peace and only peace, and only peace for you
The farther you go, do you love yourself, I'm wishing for peace and only peace, and only peace, just for you

Produced by R.Pellegrini

Peace be upon you

produced by departure
rapping & writing by departure

Safe as helicopters, scatological rather than pornographic impropriety
Pious, he's cut the pie with ease
Pour the melted graph into the preposition plot to murder
Hug me 'til you drug me, honey
Homies couldn't subtly pungently put me in a coma
CompSci kid knocks socks off, can't shoot moon so make the stars fly
White rappers love Oedipus claiming their low privilege
But have last names like German slurs, call them all Dippenschitt
Dipped in shit, the exterior facial & personality
Hilarity, your character analysis presented fallacies
Rhythmic propulsions, broken notebooks & optional marijuana sessions
I wouldn't trade it for commercials & the loss of my soul
They discovered the b-boy stance reading semen scriptures from the hospital
"Where does the white boy start & end?" asked the constable
Probable youth & full of spunk must be underground
Just 'cause you're inner city doesn't mean you have the sound
Take your attendance, you're missing a member
I took a dagger to the limbs & left him fucking dismembered
Couldn't handle a half-naked Indian
Hiding in the cupboard with 100 grips in indie debt (You're a fucking bitch)
You're never gonna get it how you live it if it's only over the net
A posthumous record is life after death
But they gon' desecrate me so it's just post-humorous
Post humorous topics so you can cope with regret
Give the nosebleeds a rest
I'm the spitting image of strength to the spitting pictures of weakness
If it's pain leaving your body, consider yourself a fetus in my eyes
The Latin tradition embroiderment for the bittering teenager
Wide no sidewalk to run, no headlight & no pot to piss in
Reads these scripts to the best of friends
Those who declare war are never a fucking threat

(You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness
You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness
You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness
Like the limelightness, like the limelightness
You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness
You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness
You're not a fucking threat, you don't like the limelightness
Like the limelightness, like the limelightness)

You need a book of multi-culture slang for any expression of talent
Maliced squawk from falcon talons made up of molehill mountains
Penchant for soundcheck scans, 7700 to date
Property damagers with ragers 15 minutes from your estate
Gold teeth, Valentinos & dreads is of the farther streets
But makes the basis of your lyricism, man that shit is weak
I write commas like clothing stores & still never dot my I's
Catch me crossing T's is a lyrical-not-religious exercise
To surmise, watch the party die from a distance (heed my advice)
Focus on no one but yourself & crystallize
Your praxis into the newest generation of time
Bastardize these competitors by paying not a cent of mind
The rent is too high but you won't live in my head for free
An abstract expressionist needs his own space for critique
A mental studio to forever stain his liver-spotted fists
For the embroiderment of eternity 'cause life is a bitch
Why would you ever waste energy on anything that isn't art?
Even in anger & jealousy are places where inspiration starts
Even in an old man's last breath dogmatizing butterflies
I watch every other rapper unsatisfied get atomized

War is not a threat

- The Howard Hughes Suite "Slow Motion Pictures"
- Faye Webster "Give Me a Chance (Reprise)"
- Hank & Slim "Dark Cloud Lightning"
- The KLF "Madrugada Eterna"
- Old Crow Medicine Show "Wagon Wheel"
- Old Saw "Chewing the Bridle"
- Powers / Pulice / Rolin "Magic Meadow Mirror"
- Janet Jackson "Empty"
- Songs: Ohia "The Old Black Hen"
- Old Saw "The Mechanical Bull at Our Lady of the Valley (Meridian Edition)"
- Set Fire to Flames "Fading Lights are Fading... / Reign Rebuilder (Tail Out)"
- Jeff Buckley "Lover, You Should've Come Over"
- Six Organs Of Admittance "Elk River"
- Allen Ginsberg "Father Death Blues"
- William S. Burroughs "The Sermon on the Mount 1 (WSB Reads the Good Book)"
- Hayden Pedigo "Looking at the Fish"
- Ernest Hood "Saturday Morning Doze"
- Brian Eno "Deep Blue Day"
- Bruno Mars "Just the Way You Are"

Departure Plays Ambient Americana

Don't make me flip your name
'Cause if I do it, shit sounds like I'm charging Backwoodz with a flat rate
Gotta iterate I don't got any beef with Elm Maxell
But the rest of y'all? This shit like Kanye West and Colin Powell
Gotta admit I did the mixing on Asterisk dogshit
So high-five Aidan! The beat stealer really turned into a prophet
Can I be honest? (and I'll admit it for him) I watched Kane fuck up your tape
Peace to porn mill thrill, you should go & pick up some Bape
Too bad you got your fashion sense from your senior, they're a fucking idiot
I'd pity it but I don't pity a kicker with inner city kids
I don't care about your numbers, I don't care about your friends
I asked into your crew, yeah, but don't act like I was never a threat
And don't act like I kept the timeline discreet
I dropped my biggest album 4 weeks after COMPLETELY INDEPENDENTLY
And yes, me mixing all that shit is not a fable
So I don't have to hire a bald man to masturbate under the table
You wanna talk about opportunities and artistry?
First: Color field just made the biggest splash in the art rap scene that you ever seen
Second: I don't even need a feature to clear you on a track
You let a chaser in your label, tell me that shit isn't wack
(Who shot up the Taco Bell?) Since we talking about sauce, you lack the magic
Rapping like a retarded Ol' Dirty Bastard (You talk like a fag
And your shit's all retarded) Wanna regard words? Regard this
I might've been a twinkle when you sucked on your mom's retard tits
I read The Art of War, I didn't know the sequel was that garbage
(Hey dad, parse this!) Tried to catch the ball, got flipped and crashed the car then
Got some experience with that, I've seen you smile when you bleed
I saw your baby mama leave you when I got started in the scene
But trauma don't make you any less of a pussy, believe me
It's unseemly when you watch the youth surpass you, cut tree grieving
Et tu too that you got a fucking skinhead for an engineer
Both of y'all got the pseudo-beauty of Pam Grier
Lemme breathe for a bit

What's the name of the other guy too? Oh shit, I forgot
And Please placebo jesus, forgive I am a thot!
Back to jacket, Blank did a tape with you, but he's wasting his talent
He made a better record with a blind man, then another with a bunch of maggots!
Your best record slapped an AI transcendental meditationist
And pretended to be falsely introspective as if it explained your schtick
Gotta catch my breath and scream "aw, fiddlesticks!" 
Cause magically Twitter's the least pussy way to ever deal with shit
When's the last time you kept it to wax, old man?
You don't even deserve "faggot" but I'll call you a fag again
You ripped off a ripoff of a clown, now that's a real bad plan
I'd find far more enjoyment out of bumping Real Bad Man
They see this as nothing more than two white boys with arrogance
The difference between you and me is that at least I'm self-aware
My consciousnessness is more well-rounded than a pair of tits, tits
You see double & tunnel vision, then you try to swing and miss, miss
We wanna talk about AJ Styles vs. Cody Rhodes?
Swap the khaki wearer, who can pen out some sweatier horny prose?
Get off the phone and get a job, watch it all from a real pro
Ironic you rep Bronx, 'cause your hip hop career is go-for-broke

[untitled]

lyrics:

i was born from the divorced shambles of festivity pain
this palpable juxtaposition react 
i only proceed to copycat
in the event where my full effort makes too big a stain for washer splash

i'm not a mechanism born from disdain
i had to be trained
now i preach an exact mantra
getting rid of a virus
you gotta ooze the day away
and slay the fuck out this awful erratic author

assholes catcall like a$ap ferg adlibs
madlibbed by a hash slinging slasher
that's madness
preached the son of a gun
son of a cult leader
in the footsteps of a dirt trail
and only a fool would try to set sail
rider lightning overall lack proper academics 
mask covers flat
so i can hide how i got pampered in the last
15 years
and all my skeletons hide inside of laundry hampers
nonthinking
you huddle in a cave with nothing but a lantern?
that's not your reality
i know exactly who you are
you don't care about the art
you ain't even have an identity from the start
you satirize black trauma in the aftermath of bad faith
so you can flip a coin and get the colder side of karma's slate
wait
let me invoke this second forethought
and ponder why i choose to engage
with the amalgamated uncreamed Middle eastern baby gravy
play me one more time
your little mock'ry doesn't phase me
'cause it's all for the shine
lack of opaque curtains reveal emaciated struggle
so you find purpose in the laughs of oily puddles
don't get it confuddled little man
an idol's never a savior
not to be confused with the haters who participate in the exclusively outshouted
this company is crowded
and yet not a single person asks if he shall be crowned 
your relationship to the culture is abusive
it's putrid
i'd rather stab my eyes and ears with cutips
to the child who followed me through with undeveloped pubics
"do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?"

you couldn't rock rock with a b-boy if it contradicts your faith
you got a maid, a maid, a maid, a maid
can't rock rock with a b-boy if it don't opulate your space
you got a maid, a maid, a maid, a maid
can't rock rock like a b-boy if she's cleaning up your face
got a maid, a maid, a maid, a maid
no brokeness like a b-boy if your father cleans your space
you got a maid, a maid, a maid, a maid

i'm not a mechanism born from disdain
i had to be trained
(like this)
now i preach an exact mantra
learn to protect my peace and close my ears
from this self-entitled kid with a filthy rich father

the maid, the maid, the maid, the maid

lyrics:
if you like 300 pounds please do not get up in the fucking moshpit
i just got the shit punched out of me and my nose bled cause of a fat kid in the fucking moshpit
i been to mad hardcore shows and this the first time i got my fucking glasses broken
if you pull up to a hardcore show with a gun you a bitch and you better fucking know it

i'm loyal to this shit doors to chess club was at 6 i pulled up at 5:30
mad homeless people on 6th and red river i said hi they all ignored me
this homeless guy scared me
so i ran into a pizza joint
i'm not built for these streets
i lit a cigarette with ice on my face i bleed aura daily
i was lowkey leaving it all out on the floor but that fat kid had to fuck it up
all my boogers red
like i want y'all banned so much i'm probably gonna call up the feds
if you play shows at rip coffee i want y'all to know you're fucking stupid
we been knowing they're a nazi venue so if you play there you're fucking stupid
i don't care if they do Palestine benefit shows they hate you 'cause you're fucking Jewish
and while i'm on that note fuck Pancho we need to have somebody bring Ricky back
and while i'm on that note fuck Greg Abbott
that's all i gotta say just fuck Greg Abbott
hemp ban ain't work again y'all motherfuckers fake demons
fucked up the city so bad but you think you finna get born again
this ain't no Nicodemus
you spent a million dollars on a shitty ass logo are y'all retarded?
i could have my autistic stepbrother do a logo so good
they'd pardon him if they shot somebody
but y'all would probably get shot regardless
if you're white and you wear dreads what the fuck is wrong with you
and why would you fuck a 15 year old then proceed to go to the fucking tunnels dude
and why would you go to a straight edge show then proceed to bring alcohol
then proceed to spray it everywhere
that fucks up the floor of the moshpit dude
y'all are just some attention seekers i don't know how you get around toten house
that show at the tunnels was fire though we did good throwing him out
yeah

if you like 300 pounds please do not get up in the fucking moshpit
i just got the shit punched out of me and my nose bled cause of a fat kid in the fucking moshpit
i been to mad hardcore shows and this the first time i got my fucking glasses broken
if you pull up to a hardcore show with a gun you a bitch and you better fucking know it

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