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Autopsy of a Degenerate

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what a bummer
wipe that grin up off yo fuckin face
motherfucker check my sleeve i got the fuckin ace
undercover how i’m paving my own fuckin way
what a bummer, i do this shit better anyways

me and karma mobbin, got the mother fuckin pump 
turn em inside out, i pump em full of led i fill em up 
i get the guap, i get the bank, why you fuckers talkin like you rubbin off the paint ? 
bitch i bring the fuckin, 

Pain x8
Pain x8

I’m boutta fuck up the place , man you outta place, don’t give a fuck what you say
anarchofuckhead i really do not like to play, bitch ima take off yo face
everybody always doin this shit like they basic, too blunt better face it 
i do not care about nun a these pussies they chasin, bitch i’m up and they hate it

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MARNI

Syzygy

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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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Gao the Arsonist 

Lyrics:
Start the catharsis,
Two types of cartridge,
Strewn across the carpet,
One for, strictly martyring the carcass,
One records the carnage,
Satan shaking hands for the concord,
Grit teeth,
Arson to apartments,
Horsemen hard to harness,
Reigns frayed, discard it,
Connoisseur of, visceral bitterness,
Business isn't getting far,
Mar the skin over arteries with a blunt sword,
What I bought a blunt for?
Satisfied by, liquor, gin and tonic like a 1 chord?
Nah,
Huh,
Watch his body contort,
Back-stabbed,
Lumberjack axe in the lumbar,
Huh,
Ultra-violence and I often consort,
Adrenaline is pumping like the pumps on a dumb whore,
Strutting in a button up, nothing where the sun don't shine,
Nose dive, intercom in a calm sort of way, nigga,

*catharsis*

Matching bars to the face a bizarre fit,
Thinking dark, brain, bathe in a tar pit,
Niggas pulling strings like fingernails is guitar picks,
Flick ash in they gas tank, more than carsick,
Licence revoked,
Vehicle and firearm so,
I try to hide my knife in a coat,
Find and skin the snakes in the grass, 
Writhing like they python and cobra, 
See eye to eye and then don't, fucking bite and then choke,
My vitality closer to cyanide than a,
Covert operative trying bite on his molar,
Suffer jeopardized security like rights of the voter,
Fuck your clique, I diss member I'm a mine to a soldier,
This isn't Gao, bitch, know that you invited in Koja, 
For now, Gao's gone so ya'll say hello to Koja, nigga,
Stole his fucking soul and slung his body over shoulder, 
Need a way to cage my thoughts, 
Just like you frame and older photo, picture,
Still allowed an outlet, nigga mine is just my throat, bitch

Listen i'll give you clues to my pseudonym,
Gout when devouring the values that you rooted in,
Gown with a crucifix so spooky don't get through to him,
Gouge out his eyes to watch the fool shoot at the hooligan,
About the prior riot, it's like my psyche bi partisan,
Clinging to the vile just like a junkie tryna part with xan,
Try direct my thoughts but cortisol incites a modern man's violence, 
Zero guidance, rationale's indictment's surrogate,
Excuse, it's like there's two dudes thinking:
Killer and an arsonist,
Some put glass to lips like it's the mirror of a narcissist,
Some'll slash their wrists and try to whittle down to cartilage,
Filter's built on fractured pillars, sends chills through spines of architects,
Birthed in the suburbs so they claim I'm lacking vertebrae,
Ain't talking tough, I say what my imagination perpetrates,
The urge to wade in blood and murder,
Surges through a person's veins,
They curse the curse imbursement,
Bitch, make sure a nigga curse the day he born.

Catharsis

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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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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

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

ALL PLATS NOW

YAUX LYRICS:

I CAN FEEL MY BRAIN ROT
THINK LAST NIGHT WAS ROUGH
KEEP HAVING THE SAME THOUGHT
CANT SHUT THE FUCK UP

I JUST NEED TO THINK FOR A MINUTE
STANDING UP AND THEN IM TRIPPING
TRYNNA FOCUS ON THE CEILING NOW

I CAN FEEL THE BURN IN MY EYES
WHEN I STARE
WORLD STOPPED TO TURN, BUT I DONT
FUCKING CARE

I DONT LIKE THIS MOTHERFUCKING SLIPPING
WISH MY PERSPECTIVE WAS DIFFERENT
I JUST WANNA CHANGE MY MISSION NOW

PUT THE POTION IN MY CHEST
IT IS POTENT, IM IN MOTION
CAUSE COMMOTION
I AINT SLOWING
I KEEP GOING
I KEEP ROLLING
IN THE DUMPS
NOW IM SLUMPED
WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

ROUGH NIGHT W/ FL.VCO (PROD. FONY WALLACE X INTERNETBOY) *OUT ON ALL PLATS NOW*

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

STAY SLUDGED

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Catharsis

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