BOONDOCKED!!
RELEASING ON ALL PLATFORMS 3/31

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BOONDOCK - NotNevi and Gao the Arsonist

LYRICS:

I JUST WALKED INSIDE THE PARTY FEEL LIKE YARRI GOT MY GUN ON ME
HALF OF Y'ALL GON' DIE THE OTHER HALF OF Y'ALL STILL FUCK WITH ME
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW ALREADY
BITCH QUIT DUCKING ME
I WAS BTD SO I DON'T GIVE A FUCK 'BOUT NOTHING

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL

I'M PUTTIN' HOLES INSIDE Y'ALL CRV THEN WHIPPIN' THAT BITCH BACK INSIDE THE SHOP AND GET IT FIXED FOR ME
NEXT TIME Y'ALL PUT Y'ALL FUCKING EYES ON ME
THEM WINDOWS TINTED BULLETPROOF THE BODY FAGGOT FUCK WITH ME
I DON'T KNOW NOBODY NAME
BITCH PICK A LANE
AND KEEP Y'ALL FUCKING FOOT OFF MINE NOBODY GOTTA DIE TODAY
TWO HUNDRED FIFTY FOR A CONVERSATION
Y'ALL DUMB AS FUCK Y'ALL KNOW Y'ALL CAN'T REPLACE ME
I BURNT THAT BITCH UP IT'S A CELEBRATION
MAKE SURE HIS MAMA CAN'T GO SEE HIS FACE
PUT YOU TO SLEEP IT'S NO MORE NOTHING BITCH

BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
STEPPIN' IN THIS BITCH ALONE LIKE WHAT'S THE DEAL
BITCH FUCK HOW YOU FEEL
I JUST CAME BECAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A BILL
X2

(I DON'T HAVE CXRPSE'S LYRICS FIGURE IT OUT)

NICOTINE W/ CXRPSE [PROD. FONY WALLACE & OLLIEYEAHH]

prod & mix by me

Lyrics:
I just want to rob or steal shit
kill a motherfucker with a nine, a steel switch
smothered undercover when I ride
That blunt hittin', Wrist slitted Ima meet god
Tell that motherfucker die right now
I'm getting high right now, touch the sky
Wanna be numb right now, don't know why
Really don't like this life that I got
But ima make the best of it till I rot
Empty empathy don't really give a fuck
I empty magazines and still don't give a fuck
I run through your pockets, I know i'm coming up
That boy feel funny till we get to buckin' up
And now he bitching he don't see the vision
Really think he need to finish the mission
Pieced up, 5 feet to the face
Geeked up, how we run to the bank
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, Sosa laugh at the case
That's tough, see the bitch in is face
50 say, we gettin' rich or we ain't
Minimum wage not the way that we rock
Rather be dead in a motherfucking box
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, Sosa laugh at the case

I got no patience
I got a problem I face it
Smoke 50 blunts and I'm sober, I hate this
I got a pump on the road
Draco in the trunk, I blast at the foes
I hate hoes
Don't need no bitch on my payroll
I made this beat and I spit cold
I whip the whip, I got bankroll
Headshot when I shoot, hoe
Red-dot on that coupe, blow
His head off of a that roof, go
Like anywhere that I want to, no fucks given

I just want to rob or steal shit
kill a motherfucker with a nine, a steel switch
smothered undercover when I ride
That blunt hittin', Wrist slitted Ima meet god
Tell that motherfucker die right now
I'm getting high right now, touch the sky
Wanna be numb right now, don't know why
Really don't like this life that I got
But ima make the best of it till I rot
Empty empathy don't really give a fuck
I empty magazines and still don't give a fuck
I run through your pockets, I know i'm coming up
That boy feel funny till we get to buckin' up
And now he bitching he don't see the vision
Really think he need to finish the mission
Pieced up, 5 feet to the face
Geeked up, how we run to the bank
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, Sosa laugh at the case
That's tough, see the bitch in is face
50 say, we gettin' rich or we ain't
Minimum wage not the way that we rock
Rather be dead in a motherfucking box

FACE MY PATIENCE

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Production Credits: 
Soft Eyez @fkn_beats
Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
Mama called,
said she want me in an office job,
Impoverished up bringing, bringing up why I need pockets swollen,
Many dressed in rags and drenched in alcohol like Molotov,
Gripped the phone, put it down, like the doctors shot the dog,
Gave it a shot,
Praying for guap,
Felt as trapped as the lamb that Abel slaughtered quick and offered god,
So I started thinking Avant-garde,
Whats the sense getting checks if when you check you lost your cause,

Niggas really have to dig for incentive.
Single biggest one is measured in cents, 
If the piggy bank is broke we expect you been pensive,
In the search for value you obsessed with expense,
Plenty niggas fall for dollar, penny, nickel, dime,
Nicotine, or molly, all addicted, we just pick a side,
Pick a fight with definition of success and fulfilling life,
While my thoughts are volatile I settled in the nick of time,
Decide to flip my priorities had the coins tossed,
Fuck the designer, I'm fine with loin cloth,
If wealth is the endgame, I ain't buying it like boycott,
Conviction never bend, 
Don't emulate servant boys posture,
Unfamiliar fingers in your pockets like the roaches in the drain pipe,
Wrapped up in plastic like the roses on a date night,
It's absolute, absolutely isn't case by case,
If cash stacks a heavy burden you'd choose to break spine.

Bitch I only give  a fuck about the guap,
Dead set on getting fetty til' my body fucking drops,
Ain't bout the money then don't even fucking talk,
Y'all can bury all your wallets, bitch I'll pick em from the stalk,
Cash threw the bouquet motherfucker yeah I caught it,
I ain't sleeping until there ain't shit i cant cop,
Til' i can burn what earn without a thought,
Bitch I only give a fuck about the,
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
Yeah motherfucker what you bought, huh?
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
I'm as shallow as your pockets.

If you were ever broke then I broke it off,
Plan to get more coinage than the token slot,
Koja go as hard as making rolling locomotives stop,
All these cocked guns and my tongue done makes more potent shots,
Fuck a hole in my heart I want a hole in pocket,
From holding too much of my holdings at once,
Would have sold all my art to get gold, silver faucets,
And soak wads of cash, cos I don't give a fuck,
Bed bugs and,
Bare bodies,
Get money,
Red money,
Hands bloody,
Spend money,
Lend a beggar his rent money,
Without flinching,
Without thinking I could pull out pension,
Without a sentence I could, pull attention,
From the room, boy you know I'm tempted,
To drop knowledge, profound,
but they'll listen to the sound more if I drop wallets,
I want to make so much authorities demand an audit,
Bitch,
I wanna be in danger when I'm making deposit, motherfucker.

Bitch I only give  a fuck about the guap,
Dead set on getting fetty til' my body fucking drops,
Ain't bout the money then don't even fucking talk,
Y'all can bury all your wallets, bitch I'll pick em from the stalk,
Cash threw the bouquet motherfucker yeah I caught it,
I ain't sleeping until there ain't shit i cant cop,
Til' i can burn what earn without a thought,
Bitch I only give a fuck about the,
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
Yeah motherfucker what you bought, huh?
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
I'm as shallow as your pockets,

Guap

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Lyrics:
yeah, they hear you glass shard laughter,
yeah,the see your porcelain smile,
forget about the facade, fractured,
they always saw and orphan child,
pen to paper, skin to knife,
a blend of ways, I'm indecisive,
need some feeling in my life,
the dark descends to dim the light,
dull the noise,
deaden touch,
made null and void,
of attempts to clutch,
to hollow voices,
getting hushed.

when I'm smiling, yeah I speak in fluent lies,
deciding whether contemplating suicide, would be ideal,
why are you afraid to cry?
there's no emotion when open your eyes,
you're skin and dry bones.

walk into a venue,
severed at the sinews,
legs move slow,
wipe the sweat away and paint the tissues red,
you wanna feel?
find some bitches that'll give you head or something,
now instead of jumping,
need a weapon that you can use,
fill yourself with joy? ha
bullets on the menu,
dead is what you are already,
dedicated places for your body to rot in, like huh,
you have no heart in your chest
bones do not break, no they stretch,
based on the way that you dress,
yourself with the weight of existence,
i'm surprised you're not depressed,
clinically,
sorry i may kill a funny comment,
but i feel like I am drowning in cinnamon, honey,
niggas use their dinner money,
strapped, shooting up with a junky,
just to feel shit,
I would rather slit my tummy open, watch it spill.

when I'm smiling, yeah I speak in fluent lies,
deciding whether contemplating suicide, would be ideal,
why are you afraid to cry?
there's no emotion when open your eyes,
you're skin and dry bones.

Porcelain

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Lyrics:
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,

Lips fucking smack lit a gas stove,
Match, coal, candle, heretic,
Everyday I pray I ain't plateau, huh,
Blood on my boots like killer slinking back home, 
Chiropractor try to snatch my spine, I'm missing back bone,
Mouth a piece or gat, piece of gateau, huh,
For me to breath and see the heated asphalt melt,
Tongue too fucking burnt for me to ask for help,
Who gone be the first to judge and cast stones, huh?
Live in a glass house, 
Tool for suicide, I'm the toaster in the bathroom, 
Holes in my motive so I loathe that I'm foreign to the cash flow, nigga
I'm still Horus in the sand dunes,
Poster in a stan's room, r.i.p, tear up and weep,
Say I'm lame, am I paraplegic?
Ain't fuck with me?
Never heard the birds and the bees,
I make seraphims bleed,
Burn the flesh that I tear with my teeth,
Boy is feral so beware of the beast,
If you here in the area leave, 
I made eve pick pears off the tree,
Add an s, delete the pair of the ps,
Like two peas in a pod,
Go sleep and my songs,
Hear the reasons I got why I'm God,
Well it's revealed that I'm not,
What I'm feeling is complex,
Seasoned or not, I'm just one,
Outta all the salt grains in the high seas,
Niggas won't change till they show that they Pisces
Without gold chains and the hoes y'all don't like me,
Gao hold blade to the throat of who claims to be G.O.A.T,
I'm the one who pours poison in the IV,
Drip cowardice from sores from the ivy,
Swallow pride like liquor with the boys without id,
I'm a problem if I blow like ICBM,

Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,

Nigga too cold,
That's double on tundra
Ain't got nothing in 'em like Ramadan hunger,
Niggas get popped like bubblegum blunder,
Like the summer sun, everyone is under me,
Fuck that was a bluff, everyone is on to me, huh,
Skill innate like venom in a mamba,
Blood spilled GA run and gun in Honda,
Like kids dumped in the slums, you a goner,
Cuffed and then stuffed in the trunk,
Motherfucker got they body in the bag,
Tommy gun of a mobster,
Shots fired,
G-A-O,
Starts fires,
He feigned cold bars,
Liar,
Seek payphones, call fire department,
Supplier of arson is me,
I might just buy apartment,
To lay dark and receive head,
Like King Herod on a silver platter,
Blood spill and splatter on the floor,
Flow just might kill vagabond, pneumonia shit,
You know me now bitch,
On my own I'm bonafide,
Fuck all that Bonnie Clyde shit,
Parties form against me, pull up uninvited,
Fuck up my shit, best apologize, cos,
Otherwise,
You get third degree,
Like the other guys,
Who heard of me,
Don't utter my,
Moniker,
I'm connoisseur of blasphemy,
Don't refer to me,
Boy certainly,
My verse's heat went from Earth to Venus,
Words hatched from the ash like the birth of phoenix,
So cold you need tissues then ill burn the Kleenex,
I know furnace speak, huh.

I ain't even know if I believe what I say,
Niggas seem to sew and fucking reap in a day,
Feel like I wanna fold every week,
My scaffolding is weak,
'Posed to hold up my need for embrace,
Wanna let go of the feeling and stay in ignorance,
Stoners roll up the weed in the tray,
I was fooled to believe I was great,
(wait)
Pull the pole and the beam if you debate,

Arson

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Lyrics:
strip the skin away,
peel it from your bones,
every single day you wear that shit like clothes,
no that's not your face, don't act like you don't know,
reveal yourself, the hidden part of it, you loathe, it,
poses a threat to the reputation you created,
bodies in frozen in death,
goes to show it's you who's craving,
eyes on the outside,
lies out your mouth,
I'm trying this out.

I'm looking to be introspective,
but it's like looking through windows, tinted,
yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing,
I'm simply digging,
under my skin,
introspective,
heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning,
drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling,
into my head to unearth what's within.

It's kinda difficult to dig in when your shovel made of metaphors,
melt it, make the metal boil,
scrape the shielding off my skin,
i'll wear it thin,
just with my finger nails, I swear to God,
there will be a clear divide,
maybe my focus should be medicinal,
popping pills and selling more,
shooting shit and getting whores,
I frequently forget who the fuck i'm feeling for,
I'd be as common as the hookers who get abortions, (nigga)
orphan in the body of troubled child,
Return home to shovel piles of bullshit that say otherwise,
doors rattling on they're hinges became lullabies,
turned locks the only thing that keep my fucking brain inside, my head,
Instead of spread thin,
across the walls,
next to my bed frame,
bled, drained refreshing thoughts to let the red rain pour,
trying to break apart the stone inside my rib-cage,
pour out my heart, ripped apart all the head games,
honestly?
I'm a little brittle like old bones in the catacombs,
wanna see?
grab a chisel, whittle away at my base, collapse like dominoes,
gotta be,
the most defensive, tend to hate correcting,
almost body bagged em all,
Odyssey?
epic events, ain't too extensive,
apologies, thought it'd be,
hard to see all of my fronting is fallacy,
honesty's costly, it cannot be bought for free,
sometimes what's in my mind tilts to controversy,
I have the tendency to proceed cautiously,
you should fear what the fuck i'm about to be-
-come,
everybody's been through shit and yeah, I've seen some,
wide open like the mouths of some bodies lean-slumped,
matter of fact, rattle facts off like machine gun.

I'm looking to be introspective,
but it's like looking through windows, tinted,
yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing,
I'm simply digging,
under my skin,
introspective,
heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning,
drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling,
into my head to unearth what's within.

Introspective

Wake up on the day
I'm gonna suffocate
Butterflies with butterfly knives
Toughing out the stomach pains
Enough with subtle,
Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake
Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place
Wake up on the day
I'm gonna suffocate
Butterflies with butterfly knives
Toughing out the stomach pains
Enough with subtle,
Blood'll run, cut down all in my wake
Smuggled bomb in my waistband, tucked in a hidden place

Homemade explosive is strapped to my belt
Hundreds are involved with the plan to rebel
It's the day of the solstice
Gathered at the tabernacle, shoulder to shoulder
Square is packed with the shells of people
Sheltered people
Helpless people
We'll help the people see the light
But first, we need to see the light of the fire through the smoke
Mouthing prayers I don't know, like
(Yeah) Our father
Please don't make me a martyr
Slip in silent
Kill the tyrant
Easy assassination target
(Yeah) Our father
Please don't make me a martyr
Please don't make me a martyr
Please don't make me a martyr
Bitch, I'll take up arms before I raise them
Fists pound in the air in adoration
This crowd don't even know we 'bout to save them
Remember, get down get down get down
Stand at the vantage point, get the plastic explosives planted and scatter
Weave through the people
Ain't hearing or seeing no evil
About 300 hundred meters from the maximum damage
Get in, get out real quick, real easy
Just a few minutes and we'll all be

See The Light

Give the man a round of applause
Villain looking down at the crowd from the watchtower
Bone to pick, we all his hounds, we his dogs
Our lives is sanitized like antiseptic dousing the gauze, now we're
Gathered underneath the banister at dawn
Attendance checked by the feds, if you absent then you brought up
Kneeling, often squealing, make example of you
Strong-armed
We kept in check but even pawn is a euphemism
Preach that freedom's being robbed but, who you kidding
Keep my head down so I don't lose it, yeah I choose to fit in
Petty rebel, I hoard colored fabric, shot of booze is hidden
Tucked between the floorboards 'till muster strength for true resistance
Fantasizing that I'll shoot the ruler, prove I'm different
Recoil at the very thought of punishment like Ruger kicking
Pretend butter knives are murder weapons when I use the kitchen
What if I drew pistol, lose my status as a moving piston
Revolt
Cause some
Results
Bravado
Dissolves
I find my own cowardice revolting

It don't even matter 'cos he sit on the throne, iron fist, silver tongue
All the powers of the pulpit
We ain't citizens, we cultists
Passion was assassinated, listen to the culprit speaking
Cope by indulging in lives of alter egos
No libido here
Sulphur breeds the fear
I'm silent

Applause

Count the teeth in mouths and body bags,
they zip em both up

drowning speech that ripples through the peace like skipping stones does

how they clean the red on they lapels
by printing posters

how the fiends kill children but they scared twitter posts

concentration on religon,
information, false revision,
population in a prison,
but they fed and making revenue,
poor from 88 to point 7 whos,
to judge if they ones to have the gavel,
bans on travel
banners, flags are on the banisters,
armed with gas cannisters
and rifles
dont trifle
with the man
anti idols so they fucking slapping bibles outta hands,
quite ironic as they purged all spies and rightists with a glance,
built on broken fingers, devils making work of idle hands
nigga


brood of vipers in the palace



if this a party wheres ur invite

if you're a criminal for exposing a crime, you're ruled by criminals

Broken Fingers (ft. Gao The Arsonist)

RECORDED OCTOBER 2020

LYRICS:

NEVER BEEN THE ONE THEY WANNA TALK ABOUT
HOPE I'M GETTING RICH SO WHEN THEY SHOW UP I CAN WALK 'EM OUT
AIN'T NO CONVERSATION I COULD LET THE PISTOL TALK 'EM DOWN
SUICIDE, ALL I EVER MOTHERFUCKING THINK ABOUT

OPEN MIC FOR TWO MINUTES
ALL I REALLY NEED TO GET THIS SHIT JUMPING MOVE DIGITS
ALL I EVER DREAM AND GET TO CLIP DUMPING RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR ADDRESS FACTS BITCH
RIGHT OUTSIDE YOUR ADDRESS

AND THIS MY VERSE I TALK MY SHIT Y'ALL NEEDA
COP YOU A HEARSE OR SUCK MY DICK I'M BREATHING
STRAIGHT METAL AND NICOTINE LIKE I'M TRIPLE SEVEN
STRAIGHT WISHING IT'S LEGEND WHENEVER I GET MENTIONED OH SHIT

BUT I'M BEING HONEST I COULD ROLL WITH
TEENAGE DEATH, I GOT ME A MONTH LEFT
TO MAKE IT POP IN MY SKULL BRAINS FLY TOO TALL BITCH
I'M A STRAIGHT SET BURDEN TO THE FOLKS, SHIT

NEVER BEEN ANYTHING BUT
THE ONE THAT THEY WANTED TO DROP
FUNNY THE WAY THAT IT WORK
THAT'S SOMETHING THAT I WOULD'VE BOUGHT

AND Y'ALL STILL CAN'T PICK IT UP
I FUCKING SUFFER I COULD NEVER GET RICH ENOUGH TO CHANGE THAT

BAD TRIP FOR 19 YEARS I'M TRYNA
DRINK HEAVY AND LACE MY PILLS WHENEVER
MONEY COME IN I HATE LIFE STILL SO FUCK IT
SIX SHOTS THE BATTLES UPHILL WHATEVER

THIS THE SHIT Y'ALL WANNA LISTEN TO
I NEVER BEEN THE TYPE TO LET YOU MOTHERFUCKERS PICK AND CHOOSE
BUT FIGURE SINCE THE WORLD FUCKED ANYWAY
COUNT ROUNDS FOR THE FAGGOT UP IN OFFICE I'M OFF SHIT

I AIN'T TRIPPIN' ON THE POLITICS
I JUST DON'T LIKE STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS ON SOME RACIST SHIT
MATTER FACT I THINK I'M OUTTA SHIT TO DO FOR SIXTY MINUTES
LACE THE FUCKING BOOTS AND FIND A PUSSY I AIN'T FUCKIN' WITH

I'M THINKING 'BOUT KILLING MYSELF AND BRINGING YOU WITH ME
'CAUSE I AIN'T FUCKIN' WITHH ANYBODY BUT NOBODY KILL ME
I BEEN AN IDIOT SINCE I JUMPED IN THE PLANET
SO TAKE THIS SHIT IN ADVANCE WHEN YOU TRY TO CANCEL ME

I STILL DON'T GIVE A FUCK AND 'TILL THE DAY THAT I'M DEAD
I'M STAYING ON THE SAME SHIT I CAME WITH
AND I AIN'T TRYNA FUCK UNLESS SHE GIVING ME HEAD
OFF TOPIC BUT FUCK IT MAN WHILE I'M SAYIN' SHIT

LOOK IT'S A GOOD CHANCE
ALL THIS SHIT'LL BE OVER BEFORE I'M MAKIN HITS
SO ALL THE IMAGE BRAND BULLSHIT I'M DEALING WITH
NEVER REALLY MATTERED SMOKE A CIGARETTE AND DRINK A BIT

FOR 19 YEARS I'M TRYNA'
DRINK HEAVY AND LACE MY PILLS WHENEVER
MONEY COME IN I HATE LIFE STILL SO FUCK IT
SIX SHOTS THE BATTLES UPHILL WHATEVER

Applause

𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐧ƚ𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

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