LYRICS
Run up on my fuck shit
Fuck Shit
So enraged I can't function
Function                                            (x2)
Pent-up now the barrel bussin
Bussin
Put an end to all discussions
You're disgusting

Take on the weight of all that is dying
Step over corpses on the way to the divine
Measure your words that drift throughout time
It's merit absolved of all the warning signs

Drifting away with bugs in our fucking sheets
Dreaming of damming the wicked but we ain't getting no sleep
Ruminate on what we've become
The dark has won
We prey on the weak toting guns
And we kill for fun

A broken home
Never sees their sons
And these girls going missing
Streets keeping secrets and blessing pieces like they're nuns
I swear to God if he hears me
Ignoring all our screaming
I'm gonna take his fucking lungs

Fuck shit
Fuck Shit
So enraged I can't function
Function                                            (x2)
Pent-up now the barrel bussin
Bussin
Put an end to all discussions
You're disgusting

From demons to cryptids that run rampant through these streets
To the pests in the walls running this twisted regime
If not all our fault then who can we blame
A shame we break bread with the inane
Call me your brother then body me like fucking Cain
Drop bombshells from hurt to deal with the pain
If life and love was all that it cost
Then shed your blood for the carbon holocaust

Fuck_Shit

LYRICS

Flaunting with your innards
If you post up with those figures
Will disfigure
With extensions
With my minions
Like a stalker a nigga creeping in your dwelling
Like a sinner in confession
Will repent if you mention
Chopper accelerate your ascension

Run up to your crib if a nigga get to talking shit
Pull up with the blade
Then a bastard get to chopping it
Copping bodies like I'm Dante
Devil Trigger
With the stinger
Blasting bombs like D Day
Coated in ash
Souls linger

I'm the God of War
What you praying for
Spinal cord
Whip these niggas into shape
Body spade
Loosing weight
Complicate
The situation
Got no time for insinuation
Cut the Beef
Rurouni Kenshin
Boy you better pay attention

These niggas trigger happy and they waging fucking war

(huh)

Rep your set
Then grab the tech
Not playing anymore

(huh)

Who to test
Got work to check
I'm keeping all the scores

(huh)

Place your bets
Who up next
I'm shaking up your core

(huh)

I'm a fuck up
With the barrel stuck up
To these niggas
Thinking that they next up
Imma Shred them from the neck up
I won't let up

Losing pulses
On a check up
Clown on niggas
Like I'm Rackaracka
You're a faker
Nothing deep
Just shallow water

Blood on the walls
A work of art
Torture engorged
Conduct vocal cords
Calling me Mozart

(Aye)
(yeah)

Making these bands
I prance a lot
Chilling with kings
Like Lancelot
Putting my heart in
Fans or not
Limelight
Can't take my spot

(growls)

Run up to your crib if a nigga get to talking shit
Pull up with the blade
Then a bastard get to chopping it
Copping bodies like I'm Dante
Devil Trigger
With the stinger
Blasting bombs like D Day
Coated in ash
Souls linger

I'm the God of War
What you praying for
Spinal cord
Whip these niggas into shape
Body spade
Loosing weight
Complicate
The situation
Got no time for insinuation
Cut the Beef
Rurouni Kenshin
Pussy boy you better pay attention

Guillotine (prod. 5:10)

Produced by DJ Sean P

Reflections of coming of age in Middle America

Knowhere pt. 3

LYRICS
Wassup x2
Baring fangs
In the cut
                              (hook x2)
Wassup x2
Bloody holes
Get fucked

Let me off the chain
I got throats to rip
Bloodlust from a dog
Posted up in the crypt

I'm a god
Amun-ra
Leave you dead
And I dip

Off the leash
I'm in heat
Fuck you up
For a feast

Where yo dawgs?
I'm outside
With AKs
Carry 9s
A 12 gauge?
I got 5
Blow yo brains
Mystified
Take my raine
And hakai
You a stain
Homicide
Up in flames
Hell is nigh
Ultimatum
Do or die!

Wassup x2
Baring fangs
In the cut
                              (hook x2)
Wassup x2
Bloody holes
Get fucked

I'm a beast huh?
Grip your nape with my teeth
You a sheep huh?
Ripping flesh and you bleed
You a tease huh?
Toxic nature
leave you so caustic
You're out of sight
Ill gnaw on your sockets

Burn them a the chill spot
Swipe right
Sparks fly up in the matchbox
Burning all the skin off

Beefing in the paint
leave a stain
cuz the pan's hot
Touch my chain
Eating grain
In the sandlot

Wassup x2
Baring fangs
In the cut
                              (hook x2)
Wassup x2
Bloody holes
Get fucked

CUJO (prod. 5:10)

Glen Coco (prod. Cloud Atrium)

Flattery Leads To Ruins - Wreckingball The Working Man

Produced by Aikido Bray
Additional keys by Asterales
Photo courtesy of LeRoy Pristach
Album artwork by Milkdrop

High Dive Records/Intelligent Sound/Datura Records ©. All rights reserved.

HDF (Aikido Bray Redux)

Hyperloop - Samuel P feat. LeezyHawk

Trying to let things go and improve on the way

Ma$$acre

A rattling subwoofer is a sonic aberration, a byproduct of high volume that often results in a speaker system’s long-term damage. It takes the listening experience from exclusively aural to physical, evoking a range of reactions from listeners. This experience is bonded inextricably with rap music for both its fans and dissenters, a familiar beacon for some and an unwelcome nuisance for others.

Marty was a cashier at Burger King while in high school, spending every Saturday morning working the drive-thru window. One of his best friends pulled up to the menu and filled the speaker with sounds from his 1972 Volkswagen Beetle’s cassette adapter. Marty’s headset was filled with hot, white noise. He knew it was a rap song but it was mutated to scorched earth. It also happened to come through the main speaker right inside the drive-thru window. His manager was not at all pleased, rushing quickly to turn it off. Marty and his friend laughed it off at the time.

EBONY TUSKS is a compilation of moments like these. Daniel, Geese, and Marty are three people from the Midwest who take pleasure in the mutations of sound available in the least expected places.

Daniel Smith – DJ, Production

Geese Giesecke – Vocals, Production

Marty Hillard – Vocals, Production

Inquiries: xebonytusksx@gmail.com