bro u gotta make a song with just the intro part🙏🙏🙏

dont have time for crying during business hours

my momma woke me up screaming calling me worthless earlier today, i haven’t heard this in a long time but this song has been playing in my head😭

BLEED

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

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

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

HORSESHOE

Что в кошельке?

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

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.

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

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

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

business inquiries: ferri@goodproblems.co

BLEED

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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