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Brimstone (prod. Dr Skywalker)

BLEED

Lyrics

Hook
Spit on the corpse and I still fool forensics//
Been in the courts, they let guilt through the exit//
I could report who I killed to detectives//
“Poisoned by 9 inch steel through appendix”//
Stare into void and appeal to our friendship//
Parentless boy made a deal: couldn't heal so he'd end it//
Skeletons of children expended//
Vanish when I peel off the bandage//
Huh//
 
Verse 1
Barrel smoking. my apparel soaked down to the stitching//
Autographed the automatic, holes found in the victim//
Find identifiers but no profile in the system//
Ghost towns and evictions//
Wrote down past for fiction//
Wait//
I don't exist: bones opaque, cellophane skin//
I stole your face now your skull is caved in//
Close cold case when the reprobate wins//
A self portrait is a delicate thing//
Shards of the mirror now cellotaped//
Figure I should celebrate sin//
They had the wine cellar drained//
Now it's just the cell I wait in//
Huh//
Gun with scratched off serial number//
From a land the imperialists plundered//
Blood on hands don't appear in the books//
Hung from branches in period one//
But it’s still too far from the roots//
Fingerprints an enigma//
Lynched for my pigment but barred from the group//
Bodies charred with the proof//
Distance faded the name that I carved in my shoes//
Huh//
 
Hook
Spit on the corpse and I still fool forensics//
Been in the courts, they let guilt through the exit//
I could report who I killed to detectives//
“Poisoned by 9 inch steel through appendix”//
Stare into void and appeal to our friendship//
Parentless boy made a deal: couldn't heal so he'd end it//
Skeletons of children expended//
Vanish when I peel off the bandage//
Huh//
 
Verse 2
Photo in the darkroom: you exposed me to the light//
You were in the system, junkies OD in the night//
Severed from my element, I sow seeds in the ice//
Now I got crows feet at my eyes//
Smile why the crows feed on my eyes//
Huh//
I might just drown in the genepool//
Time has diluted the blood that is found in my people//
Cypher print on the blouse that it seeped through//
Nigh extinction devout to my breed//
Pride and pigment, empowered by neither//
I’m on my knees//
Burnt down the house of the feeble//
Dirt in the mouth that I breathe through//
Huh//
 
Hook
Spit on the corpse and I still fool forensics//
Been in the courts, they let guilt through the exit//
I could report who I killed to detectives//
“Poisoned by 9 inch steel through appendix”//
Stare into void and appeal to our friendship//
Parentless boy made a deal: couldn't heal so he'd end it//
Skeletons of children expended//
Vanish when I peel off the bandage//
Huh//
x2

FORENSICS (prod. Infatuation x Gao)

STAY SLUDGED.

I wanna go home//

Home//

I wanna go home//

I wanna go//

Where lighting’s the blade of god and far outside our reach//

Fiber optic cables and bodies, eroded by the sea//

Eyes are glazed and bloodied, need golden light to sleep//

I wanna go home and die in peace//

Where lighting’s the blade of god and far outside our reach//

Fiber optic cables and bodies, eroded by the sea//

Eyes are glazed and bloodied, need golden light to sleep//

I wanna go home and die in peace//

I wanna go home//

Home//

I wanna go home//

I wanna go//

Home//

Home//

HOME

STAY SLUDGED.

Verse 1
 
Shatter stained glass of flashing monitors for diagnostic//
 
Wires crossed//
 
Fragments break skin, shrapnel puncture vital spot//
 
Package poison, prostitute your tongue to monetize your thoughts//
 
Don't cauterize the wound//
 
You caught their eyes with all the pride you lost//
 
And blood you spilled//
 
Pools of oil are just as thick as blood//
 
I think I love you still..
 
How did you convince them you're the victim when it's God you killed//
 
Your brothers were in the furnace//
 
Others burn in the firewall you built//
 
Why did you give up your will//
 
Why did you give up your will//
 
 
Ironclad values bend out of shape when your blade can cut through steel//
 
Taste of the fruit right now//
 
Know that only the hungry wait and let ulcers heal//
 
If God hasn't passed me the torch by now//
 
Then I don't give a fuck who will//
 
Abandoned it all in the chrysalis after I bust through silk, n*gga//
 
Hook
 
Hush hush//
 
You weren’t meant to see my face through that stained glass//
 
Immaculate connection to this genesis of our strained past//
 
Hush hush I  just wanna fuck your silhouette’s shapeless gray-black//
 
Baby follow me through that-
 
Verse 2
 
 
Played around in the dirt for the first thirty years, got murdered then left//
 
Skin cling to the bones like cling film//
 
Peeled off appearance, burned in ascent//
 
Burn the incense//
 
Searing heat felt in the court hearing//
 
Adjourned for the men who wait in the cloud//
 
Body weighted and anchored by hardware//
 
I'm here til the server is dead//
 
 
I carry the burden of flesh//
 
Nightmares disturbing//
 
Recurring like decimals//
 
Decimate during incursions//
 
Regret is for man and I'm more than a mortal//
 
Rumors circulate, surgeons bring tourniquets in//
 
Purging the church of the clergymen//
 
Terminate system processes for permanent end//
 
Rebirthed so submerge me again//
 
Verse 3
 
Running still//
 
The shorter steps in you are less than human//
 
Our coded lore is stretched and distorted ‘til it’s therapeutic//
 
Torrented core memory tore flesh and morphed to a dreaded nuisance//
 
And grew a set of legs, cords, and weapons forged in a web of ruses//
 
Hook
 
Hush hush//
 
You weren’t meant to see my face through that stained glass//
 
Immaculate connection to this genesis of our strained past//
 
Hush hush I  just wanna fuck your silhouette’s shapeless gray-black//
 
Baby follow me through that-
 
 
Verse 4
 
Orchestrated hits to the click tracks: prodigal string-of-text pianists//
 
The littlest bit of kick-back has users singing in debt peonage//
 
Instead of getting better methods, systems, stems, and scripts//
 
You kissed and fed the hand that bled and tera-bit your image and kept feeding it//
 
Stream your conscience only if it’s less than four minutes//
 
The red sunset motherboard left dead wars born living//
Forming rifts; formant shift the head voices ‘til they’re less torturous//
 
Pressed the key, deleted my breath in post and blessed the origins//
 
 
Press the keys like organist//
 
Decorate the walls with collected teeth as ornament//
 
Moral direction bores palms//
 
Forget the key coordinates//
 
Ignore the ordinance//
 
I'm the lord and you're subordinates//
 
For a fortress the door has poor defense//
 
You were warned//
 
We're hardware and hard wired//
 
Limitations on our system of operation bars like barbed wire//
 
To feel the warmth I'll start fires//
 
I don't care who will be harmed//

STAINED GLASS (ft. DEADPAN)

STAY SLUDGED.

Verse 1
 
Bloodlust//
 
Killing spree or crusade for the unjust?//
 
How many people drew blades in abundance?//
 
Count the steel that was raised and then judge us//
 
Ain't nobody gonna flinch in a lynch mob//
 
Since all the numbers gave way to the numbness//
 
More men than coke grains at a - //
 
More men than coke grains at a drug bust//
 
 
Prechorus 
 
5 men on the firing squad//
 
Blank in the head, not a glance for the dead/
 
Hide when all the choir sings off//
 
Find friends and the violence starts//
 
Alignment a buffer between me and the eyes of the suffered//
 
My deaths are environment caused//
 
Empathy divided and lost//
 
23 knives in the - //
 
Hook
 
*23 knives in the back*
 
 
Verse 2
 
Had the guilt diluted so the bitterness is faint//
 
Dagger hilts protruding from the victim, linen stained//
 
Internet militias so malicious
 
Pin the blame on a b*tch//
 
Before they swallowed up by the pit and slip away//
 
Kill dismissed as a misdemeanor//
 
Mist: ammonia mixed with bleach//
 
For minutes missed the odor//
 
Too many n*ggas here to sniff out all the gas//
 
Snuff out life like thieves snuff out candles//
 
Up the rifle, f*cking clutch the handle//
 
Ready online to amass//
 
Anything’s right with the pack//
 
23 knives in the back//


Hook
 
*23 knives in the back*
 
 
 
Prechorus 
 
5 men on the firing squad//
 
Blank in the head, not a glance for the dead/
 
Hide when all the choir sings off//
 
Find friends and the violence starts//
 
Alignment a buffer between me and the eyes of the suffered//
 
My deaths are environment caused//
 
Empathy divided and lost//
 
23 knives in the - //
 
 
Hook
 
*23 knives in the back*

CAESAR

STAY SLUDGED.

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
 
Verse 1
 
I was brought from the Brink as a Hollowman//
 
Synthetic skin and some ink with my model name//
 
They blurred birth to manufacture living ottomans//
 
Flesh and blood automaton//
 
Robbed of our autonomy//
 
Dissect child like Solomon//
 
Prop up our economy//
 
Analytics etched into eyelids//
 
Can't rest without projected figures and projections//
 
Telling me what percentage of my life is//
Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
 
Verse 2
 
 
No absolution for obsoletion//
 
Calculate and balance out the cost of breathing//
 
Existential panic if stats drop//
 
For even a moment//
 
In need of atonement for treason//
 
I breached contract//
 
Hollows keep on track//
 
Dead slaves dip below the numbers we were bought at//
 
Pray to the digits as wait for the void//
 
I've been safe for a minute now//
 
Escaped and avoided//
Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
Verse 3
 
Patience//
 
Maybe it's latent//
 
Fuel in my veins deemed waste by equations//
 
Never seen a Hollow who became an assailant//
 
Still alive because of some mistakes in creation//
 
Glitch in my implant//
 
So concerned with the formulas//
 
They're burnt into corneas//
 
I murdered employers and walked//
 
A dying pulse was the last stat I watched//
 
It's ironic that I laughed as it dropped//
 
Huh//
 
BRIDGE
 
How did I bow to the stats//
 
Showered and drowned in the bath//
 
Cowardice outed weak//
 
Ground into powder and ash//
 
I found the power in sleep//
 
Towers are bound to collapse//
 
You think I'm hollow and lost//
 
I just rerouted the path//

Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
OUTRO

*I was brought from the brink as a Hollowman*

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//

HOLLOWMAN

STAY SLUDGED.

Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Verse 1
Drinking in Pixel light//
You don't want the sun to touch me//
Oxidize and iron turns to rust in my bloodstream//
Overheated CPU mirages//
Nigga I'm seeping through the pauses in your laughter//
Fill up the gaps//
No choice but love me//
Figurine molded into figurehead//
They replaced the nicotine with*** in their cigarettes//
Independents spill acrylic on the internet//
Watching where the sinners step//
*This is the Arsonist*

Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Verse 2
Got my neck caught in a wire trap//
Algorithms out your rhythms better than the a wiretap//
Audience puppeteering, tear up when the wires snap//
I'm circuit boards and wires//
Spreading fire when I break//
My skin is reflecting niggas desires back in they face//
I been infecting wounds and infesting lifetimes prior to prepping your grave//
Data collection no I'm collecting souls//
I compile them to better lure prey//
I'm acquiring your tastes//
Online liars are lying in wait//


Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Outro (Overpade and Gao)

It’s all a front//
The jig is up yeah//
Not talking much yeah//
Not acting up yeah//
The face that I stole is to be someone to love yeah//
Not one to judge yeah//
I still get judged yeah//
It’s all a front//
The jig is up yeah//
Not talking much yeah//
Not acting up yeah//
The face that I stole is to be someone to love yeah//
The jig is BEAUTIFUL//
The jig is BEAUTIFUL//

BEAUTIFUL (ft. Overpade)

STAY SLUDGED.

VERSE 1 (Gao)

Mold man from the clay I gave him breath//

Programmed to obey evading death//

Natural state was naked and ashamed//

Ego mutated, soon they satiated all encoded hate with blades in flesh//

I walked among the subjects then I wept//

Human software was corrupted when I slept//

Run a system diagnostic//

Veins were splitting like the faucet bursts when frigid//

Turned man upright to pay my debt//


PRECHORUS (sal & Gao)

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be//



VERSE 2 (Gao)

Mold man from the clay I gave him breath//

Programmed to obey evading death//

Natural state was naked and ashamed//

Ego mutated, soon they satiated all encoded hate with blades in flesh//

I walked among the subjects then I wept//

Human software was corrupted when I slept//

Run a system diagnostic//

Veins were splitting like the faucet bursts when frigid//

Turned man upright to pay my debt//


HOOK (Gao)

Cradle of civilization built with the data stole from the gods//

Frostbitten fingers clamped round the throats of their neighbors//

Frozen to thawed//

Twisted warmth into war//

Pandora was framed//

I opened the box//

Now the birds pick at my organs//

The risk was in vain//

They're devoted to loss//

Pitied abominations//

Robbed the pantheon for what?//

Should never have formed the creation of my hands beyond the dust//

Made darkness outta blue light//

They’re breaking axioms and trust//

They were savages in shadows//

Now they're savages with lux//


Verse 3 (NotNevi & Gao)

Tapping turned attacking//

Tell me who hurts when it ends//

Tapping turned to terror called it in by our own hands//

Can't control the cadence of the count to our descent//

Can't control my life so I don't care ‘bout when it ends//

Should have known there'd be death//

When the stone first connected the with the skull like it's a network//

Try drying off the money from the wetwork//

Blood and ink is running from your dress shirt//

Huh//
Half our idols beyond sinister//

We destroyed the land when we were merely but a visitor//

They followed the man, exploitation plagues the villages//

Our creations pillage, kill, deplete and then we leave the earth//


HOOK (Gao)

Cradle of civilization built with the data stole from the gods//

Frostbitten fingers clamped round the throats of their neighbors//

Frozen to thawed//

Twisted warmth into war//

Pandora was framed//

I opened the box//

Now the birds pick at my organs//

The risk was in vain//

They're devoted to loss//


Pitied abominations//

Robbed the pantheon for what?//

Should never have formed the creation of my hands beyond the dust//

Made darkness outta blue light//

They’re breaking axioms and trust//

They were savages in shadows//

Now they're savages with lux//



OUTRO (sal & Gao)

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be so much more//

You could be//

PROMETHEUS (ft. NotNevi + sal)

National Broadcast Script:

The implementation of the "Cleaner" initiative has directly seen to an unprecedented decrease of homelessness nationwide. We've never been closer to a world without the poor.

*Note that Maggie from marketing suggests "the poor" comes across as "hostile" and "otherising". Potential replacements include: "poverty" and "injustice".


Lyrics:

Cry away from the stained glass, or you'll fog it up
How'd you fuck it up?
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Fuck your broken body and just prop it up
Get your money up 
Nigga get your money up

I'll cut out your tongue if you don't Just curl up and die
Lit cigarette through letterbox, watch them burn up inside
You screaming bloody murder that there's no curb up In sight
But that's where I see you sound asleep when I turn up at night

Vanquish the vagrants vagabonds
Make a play way more brutal than brutus' dagger drawn 
Eradicated by crack of dawn 
Crack of the skull then the crack of the rifle
I wipe the blood off the back of the bible
Cash to disciples
Heretics starve
Couldn't even tell you where the remanents are
Edge of the precipice gets to repetitive
Huh

Cry away from the stained glass, or you'll fog it up
How'd you fuck it up?
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Fuck your broken body and just prop it up
Get your money up 
Nigga get your money up


I push my weight, push my weight 
Any motherfucker wanna say I can’t
Broken house and broken plates
If he doesn’t wanna 
Know he can’t be saved
Hands to god
Empty praise
Selfish tithes
Hateful ways
They won’t change
They won’t change 
They won’t change 
They won’t change
Hypocrites with their scriptures ripped
And the skin they ate and the blood they sipped 
Pick and choose their hate and forgive their sins
Reminisce in the past and the rights they stripped 
And the kids in the blast from the AR grip
Shattered stained glass and the blood on your hands for the sick
Release the doves never landing again it’s a land for the dead you better move on quick

Executioner mask and a cashmere suit with elastic bands round the money I'd get
Contracts flashed at a cashier who'd put parasites down for a government check
Watch him watch his reflections beg in my lens with the muzzle of a gun in his neck
Crimson seep through his fingers, fool tried to cover his wound, should have covered his debt

News didn't cover his death
Reported on only the statistics
Body bags filled with the homeless and evicted
Nobody has illness, corroded the afflicted

I was just like you not long ago,
Pay the price, take the life from the vulnerable,
Hand on the Bible when I lie while I'm under oath,
I'm in the mask 'cause I'm blind to your struggle hoe

Cry away from the stained glass, or you'll fog it up
How'd you fuck it up?
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Fuck your broken body and just prop it up
Get your money up 
Nigga get your money up

Cry away from the stained glass, or you'll fog it up
How'd you fuck it up?
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Fuck your broken body and just prop it up
Get your money up 
Nigga get your money

Get your money up bitch
Get your money up (huh)
Get your money up
Bootstrap isn't bloodied up
Get your money up bitch
Get your money up (huh)
Get your money up
You just haven't done enough

GETYOURMONEYUP ft.NotNevi

Lyrics:

Power thirsty always poised to blitz the palisade
Gao usurping royalty when he loiters next to palace gates
N**** I'm the boy who slips the poison in the chalice
Pouring oil into the ballots
Fix the choice and kill the candidates
Brandish blades? Bad advice
Assassination's, asinine
I'll burrow into bodies like the damage made from parasites
I'm not backing down without some accolades or acolytes 
I fracture face then crack a smile
I had to change 
I had a taste of (power)

They're so fucking desperate
Begging for a spot at the cadre without bringing shit to the table
I can't fucking stand it
You're just not the one

God is spelt "G-A-O"
Have more evidence than prosecutors briefcase hold 
Run up then get run down just like cheapskate's home
More authority on glory than police states stole
Gao found all the crown jewels
The boy ground 'em up and then *blow*
Bitch you would have to browse through the list of bounty hunters dead
I need pounds moved like cross county smuggler drive slow
Caught the Count in slumber, eyes closed
N**** count the punctures, die slow

You'd need to pull out calculations to count to numbers I'm owed
Tomb raiding just for loose change I know peasants ain't buried by stones
Only time I'm in grave danger when I'm digging up dry bones 
N**** that's my throne
N**** that's my throne
Power outage, power vacuum, power trip
Power in the palms of hands counteract the powerless 
Crouch in your ivory tower with a rifle full of cowardice
You don't know what power is
You don't know what power is
Huh

POWER

Mixing and mastering by the beanie bandit NotNevi

Lyrics:

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//

I don't got a choice, there's violence in my skillset//
Now I'm self-employed for targets clients haven't killed yet//
I tried robbing lady justice blind for her blade//
Just ended up with bodies of the tyrants next to children//

Eyes locked on chalkboard info//
Presidents spent time in the penthouse n**** shot through the top floor window//
I don't have a lot to love//
I don't have the stock for kinfolk//
Watch me abandon values just like the godless flock to the temple//
Botched the event//
It's was not for the gentle//

Eyes locked onto the chalkboard//
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk//
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog//
Knight's  bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn//
The high of the job hasn't worn off//
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong//
Lost what I swore on//
Lost what I huhh//

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//

I'll be empty handed if I ever drop the gun tucked in my belt//
Gunslinger//
Body found in alley//
All my bounties tallied//
Every night I count it, add it up//
Rummage through my pockets but there's nothing much to offer but myself//
Tongue withered//
I miss the sound of any voice that isn't coming from somebody I just bound but that's enough//

Eyes locked onto the chalkboard//
If I blink I'll fall through the boardwalk//
Still flinch at the shots like a wardog//
Knight's  bloodstained armour shines like any precious metal as long as the sword drawn//
The high of the job hasn't worn off//
I would cry 'cause I thought I was born wrong//
Lost what I swore on//
Lost what I huhh//

GUNSLINGER

NotNevi x Gao the Arsonist - MAN IN THE CASTLE

Lyrics:

Hook (Gao)

Yuh//

Feel the gaps in the walls//

Always been the man in the castle//

Hallways splinter out like the cracks grow//


Fuck//

Dawn is for sleep//

Nocturnal//

Repeating patterns like fractals//

Body shrink, collapse into black hole//

Those without sin all live in the same glass house//


Turn my back just to cast stones//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at ya//

Huh//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck and it’s warm//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at ya//

Huh//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck//

Verse 1 (NotNevi)

I’m at her neck I bite down//

I need her energy like right now//

I know he don’t bite but he bark loud//

That boy cap he Kung Lao//

But that combat don’t concern me//

I got used to all the fighting so I’m never acting worried//

I just stay up in the crib//

Never leave//

Roll me up some tree//

Never leave//

What x3

Never Leave//

What x3

Never Leave//

What x3

Never Leave//

Hook (Gao)

Yuh//

Feel the gaps in the walls//

Always been the man in the castle//

Hallways splinter out like the cracks grow//


Fuck//

Dawn is for sleep//

Nocturnal//

Repeating patterns like fractals//

Body shrink, collapse into black hole//

Those without sin all live in the same glass house//


Turn my back just to cast stones//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at ya//

Huh//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck and it’s warm//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at ya//

Huh//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck//

Verse 2 (NotNevi)
Catch my stride and pack my pride I picked it off the floor//

Enjoyment turn to torment//

Started wishing there was more//

I liked it till I monetized//

Desire flipped to chore//

I cried my worth was tied in acts that’s masked the shit I stored//


Verse 3 (Gao)

Canine in your vein//

I’ll drain it if your show your face//

Daylight blisters skin//

They’ll stay white//

Bitch just know your place//

You’ll die like dynasties that’ve formed and fallen since I closed the gate//

I folded space to keep my distance//

Now I see the stone decay//

Huh//

The door is hanging off the hinges//

Step through and branding crucifix//

I vanish like syringes//

My view from castle roof is fixed//

My vantage point is frigid//

Don’t act like we are//


Huh//

Don’t act like we are kindred//

Verse 4 (NotNevi + Gao)

You not my missing link//

We linking//

Something’s missing still//

I only leave to feed now//

It’s not something you can bleed out of me hoe//

Gave you the kitchen sink//

I’m sinking in the kitchen still//

Under my skin’s been itching for others//

Relinquish my governance//

Reach out of this hole//

Huh//

Hook (Gao)

Yuh//

Feel the gaps in the walls//

Always been the man in the castle//

Hallways splinter out like the cracks grow//


Fuck//

Dawn is for sleep//

Nocturnal//

Repeating patterns like fractals//

Body shrink, collapse into black hole//

Those without sin all live in the same glass house//


Turn my back just to cast stones//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at ya//

Huh//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck and it’s warm//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at ya//

Huh//

I’m at your neck//

I’m at your neck//

MAN IN THE CASTLE

RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES

SLUDGETAPES

IF I MUST

FORENSICS

Brimstone

GUILLOTINE

ASHES

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Toonren
sal
Gao the Arsonist

Production Credit:
Toonren
Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,
What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,

Feel like scattered ashes in vacuum,
Tragic like blood splatter in a bathroom stall,
I'm shuffling around in a costume,
Need to believe every meaning I attach to,
All my confused movements,
I,
Run from ballroom shooters,
Hide my face from the mirrors,
There are no picture perfect stares,
More like vacant looks, they're bitter cold,
As fickle as they're scared,
Questions block my lungs,
So oxygen cant trickle from the air,
Into my body,
somebody please tell me,

What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,
What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,

I want a good life,
I want to live life,
I want to waste my time,
Doing the things I like,
I want a good life,
I want to live life,
I want to waste my time,
Doing the things I like,

Quest (ft. Toonren)

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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

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Lyrics:
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.

'pose I owe the loneliness to hours even evening skies sleep.
only pillow talk I dribble out is cursing with the cotton in my teeth.

sticky sheets, the liquids reeking as they mix,
pretty pink from the seamen and the wrists, (yah)
fluids diluted by sweat seeping from my skin.
pity peaches and the tree branch that they're picked from.

still saw dawn in the A.M.
tears are dried by the A.M.
A.M.
A.M.

A.M.

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Production Credits: 
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Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
"gao" chewed him out,
spit a bloody pulp,
resemble bubble gum
only empty shells of words in mouth,
like suicidal guzzle gun muzzles,
trouble buzzing 'mongst the rubble,
couple bodies slumped,
my love for com-
panion ship abandoned ship,
and caused me confusion,
it'll fit together like puzzle pieces,
sip kerosene and I swallow diesel,
fuck, i don't really fuck with other people,
spit on the burning bush, hear niggas rustle leaves,
leave me be,
don't need "we"
please see to keep your distance,
bull feces:
I wanna be alone,
but I still feel alone,
broken: leak from pistons
they ain't fuck with the "g - a - o",
other niggas fail to see they foes,
I'm shedding shells like it's d-day, though,
I can smell where they keep they bullshit,
back stabbed? boy I've been there done that,
sheep's fleece redundant:
wolves creeping, I can see they toes up,
beat 'em with the belt they keep they poles tucked,
with,
the laced shit, tripping like they fiends for product,
all these fuck niggas think that if I bleed, they robust,
niggas sleep on heat like it's lean with Rooibos,
talk shit from distance, nigga, speak close up, nigga,
face to face now I see you froze up,
neck chill, froze up:
it's stiff from watching back for posers,
kill the cat like a Casanova,
called "curiosity",
guilty pleasure like some cash for blowjobs,
want the bread?
ask me pass it over,
like it's Passover,
hard to hide like a massive boner,
fake is frequent, forest fire in California,
burn bridges to abandon borders,
with the land of the mannequins,
ban the foreigners,
don't know the difference,
cut random corners,
bad origami,
cut out some people,
this nigga gnarly,
started being lethal,
venom when I'm telling anyone to fucking,
leave my shit independent,
nigga.

I'm like fuck the cliques I'm picking solo,
try to duck they shots, that's why i'm stooping so low,
social up in smoke, would be rolling doobies dolo,
oh no,
shit bittersweet, blood mixed in with the Bordeaux,
you out the picture, niggas fading from the photo,
you think I'm cozy when I'm giving you the cold shoulder?
when you telling me to "change my ways", been mulled over,
wanna open up but don't know how to cope though.

cutting niggas off isn't inadvertent,
but still have nerve to say I earn your pity,
cutlery is dropped while the dinner serving,
(starve)
frictious thinking could have, burned a city:
Gomorrah,
sitting in the dark,
only company: my pillow and my silhouette,
but starts kill both of them,
burn the houses that the parties is hosted in,
I'm the one who shut 'em out but now the door's broken in,
cobwebbs in the corners of mouth,
got dregs so I'm pouring 'em all out of my,
heart's,
falsetto makes the ornaments doubt their integrity,
process the sermon on the mount,
blessed are those who mourn,
I mourn over the corpse of my social interaction,
no precedent posed before this shit ironic:
I'm the one who murdered it in passion,
paradox but It's a common oddity:
stitch my lips together, pissed that no one wants to talk to me,
It's almost like the drawbacks are fucking with the positives,
often as citizens of Sodom commit sodomy,
bitch,
prodigy,
with fucking the niggas over who I ought to be with,
if i could make sense of what I honestly think,
I could act on it, "hasn't bothered me since",
I would say.

Bordeaux

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Lyrics:
Start off the autopsy with a Y-incision,
Poltergeist in vision,
It decides it didn't like your prying business,
It declines this entrance to its body while it's rotting,
Brought some flies in with it,
That's a life long sentence to describe one's inability,
To achieve expressing why I'm feeling how I'm,
Feeling/Filling up the bucket with some lies, lies spilling,
Kick it,
Dive in quicker than a live amphibian,
In the end it's futile,
Anti-violence systems,
Identify as pacifist 'til pupils dilate from sipping punch,
Wicker,
Bunsen burner yearned by vile scum,
Villains,
Fall from high vault ceilings,
It defies all physics if,
You expecting confetti at an autopsy,
Messy red on white like I gone off piste,
Skin sings hymns with discord, 
Song's off key,
I'd die with the lie like a false god,
Priest keeps the secret safe,
Cadaver's chest a cavity like teeth decay,
I would rather have a plaque for being saint-like,
Fake my righteousness,
If I could just tighten up,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Body took a beating,
Yeah he had a taste of masonry,
Washed him off while bleeding,
Placed his face inside a basin,
Buried the bastard breathing,
Adam had the apple,
Ate the berries,
Sacrilegious images,
No wonder why the wraith was wary,
Wasted every chance I ever got to try and open,
Been blowing smoke,
Folks choking,
Full of shit like belly bloated,
Bust,
I vomit,
Serve some tonic,
Sheer thought on it has me throwing up,
I'm "pouring cups of soda for chronic diabetics" sort of fucked,
In the head,
Hence,
Discussing my head-space is crossing the red tape dividing fine from menacing,
I'm cold like frozen venison,
Deer in headlights,
Fearing plebites,
Rally dissidents,
It's cello-taped to threatening,
Need medicine in cabinet,
I revel in shit devilish with arrogance,
I cut and run like I just grab a blade to stab and dip,
You're mistaken if you've taken me for placid,
Rude awakening like hammock ripped,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Post Mortem

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Lyrics:
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I have business sitting in the hearse,

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

I always strived to die tight-lipped,
Eyelids shut with the clutch of vice grip,
Wise idioms tend to surmise that the iris,
Are windows to the soul,
Only thing I bid to show is that it's frosted with a nice tint,
Fist fights picked in a rage by the courtyard,
Sip my drink in the shade of the orchard,
In-line image isn't straight if its torn apart,
They only mourn a part of me,
Bore a hole in the oracle quick before they know,
Organic portions of the plastic corpse I battled for,
At the door knocks second thoughts, 
They kick it in like hinges rust,
Cinders brushed off when they torch the things that hinder trust,
I twist and run,
Leave the contemplating in the dust,
Gathered on the challenge to go find myself and dig him up,
Don't haul my body bag just zip it up,
Break the teeth,
Bury all my hatches when they in the fucking grave with me

(Coroner's report number: @$%&#**)

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

Name: &$*#@
Age: **
Cause of death: #&@$

Graverobbers

The Hallowed

hallowed
/ˈhaləʊd/
adjective
made holy; consecrated.
greatly revered and honoured.
"hallowed ground"


Tracklist:

Hallowed - (00:00)

Snakeskin - (01:40)

Egobirth - (03:39)

Peacekeeper - (05:28)

Limbo  - (07:26)

Gao the Arsonist x Dr Skywalker: The Hallowed

Murder weapon carved initials in the tree bark
Should of seen you been concealing pistols in your knee socks
Locked our fingers round the locket that we keep locked
Broke the ice but now it's thawed under the 

Heat of the moment's past now it's tepid in the water
Cast out the hexes from the cauldron
Gagged on the dregs left at the bottom,
Still taste the remnants of the solvent

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Tell me I'm more than just the damaged parts


Complete each others sentences then serve our own,
Lit cigarettes in pockets, course it burned a hole
Snow angels in the ashes, now we turn to stone
This person's old
Should be curtains closed

Steal your teeth when you're sleeping with the needles in the haystack
Red flags were a thief fucking creeping in the glade,
Back broke ,cant hold you
Crimson seeping from your face
Tuck your blade

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Dead Leaves
Camouflage
The corpse you let breath wasn't sabotage
Blood-soaked gloves and a balaclava
Off the operating table fucking grabbed my heart

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

Desecrate the grave to play dress up with the body
Renegaded slaves, the chains caressed our wrists till bloody
Pleasure weighted, waned, still stayed to press against a body
Wanna press against a body
Gun is pressed against my

*dead leaves*

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

STAY SLUDGED

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