i like how the moaning is still audible but subtle in these parts

BOONDOCKED!!
RELEASING ON ALL PLATFORMS 3/31

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Art by Bryson Mcbee 
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Link to NotNevi on Spotify - 
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4Ftwh9jbc8vaM02VvaP5o6?si=btIgjdnpTeCfBOyELAyJaA

Link to Gao the Arsonist on Spotify -https://open.spotify.com/artist/4ZonAe7RftZZ4ef3KGWsum?si=hZGFeTQLTHmAHCm58HbFZw

BOONDOCK - NotNevi and Gao the Arsonist

Produced by MKULTRA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOpMEgyQUPE

Lyrics:

I’m in LA
I’m in too wealthy
Drive my limo past a tent
Castle

They tryna sell me
Overwhelming
Behind my window thats
The end black hole


This living is divisive
Is a vision debunked
Yea imma cynic who be winning
Cause i live for the drugs

Yea im living above
Trickle down
To your plug
Everything that you been given
Got from me im your judge

the apocalyptic
Limits getting hit
Boutta blow up
Everything in ashes
Masses nowhere to go but

Down

fuckin around

ripple effect

I’m waves right now


Woah

This shift tectonic

We’re burning

Lets jump on it

Ohh

Come get with

Clauneck

Pay debts

Success hypnotic

We on it

This narcotic

Sell your body

Get retarded

Lets party

Disregarding

City falling

Into darkness

I’m in LA
I’m in too wealthy
Drive my limo past a tent
Castle

They tryna sell me
Overwhelming
Behind my window thats
The end black hole


U have this fascination
U have but can’t explain it
U have my mask you date it
Pay my rate inflated cost

Perfect this mass elation
Inferno mass damnation
Object your masterbation
On display one day forgot

SNIFFIN BLOW, DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD
WINDOWS TINTED BLACK CANT SEE THESE HEATHENS
HOPE MY FRIENDS DONT SEE MY DEMONS
HOPE THEY DONT TAKE MY CASH AWAY

RUN INTO THE NIGHTTIME
WISHIN I COULD ESCAPE
TOWERS FULL OF GREED
AND THE STREETS FULL OF SICKNESS

ALL THIS SMOKE I CANT BREATHE
CANT SEE WHATS IN FRONT OF ME
DONT TRY TO CATCH ME 
IM ALREADY FALLIN

OH, IM SCHIZOPHRENIC
AND I DONT NEED A CLINIC
OH, IM SO PSYCHOTIC
DROWN MY FEELINS WITH NARCOTICS

I’m in LA
I’m in too wealthy
Drive my limo past a tent
Castle

They tryna sell me
Overwhelming
Behind my window thats
The end black hole


U have this fascination
U have but can’t explain it
U have my mask you date it
Pay my rate inflated cost

Perfect this mass elation
Inferno mass damnation
Object your masterbation
On display one day forgot

I WONT LIE DOWN
TIL I RULE THE WORLD
YOU WILL BOW DOWN
WASH THE STREETS WITH BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT

TO THE CITY I GO
THE CITY OF FALLEN ANGELS
TO THE CITY I GO
THE CITY OF FALLEN ANGELS

City Of Fallen Angels (Feat. Teenage Disaster) (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

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

NEW RAGE

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Production Credits: 
Soft Eyez @fkn_beats
Gao the Arsonist

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

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

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

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

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

Guap

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Lyrics:
teeth grit and fist clenched,
calling for God,
now he reeks: spit and piss drenched him, (huh)
bloodied piece ripped from his wrist
when he slit them,
to withstand
bombshells:
fell he did dig trenches,
lay face down in the dirt,
certain that at this rate now,
he'll be burnt up,
curtains,
like: show's over,
hope the he'll cope with the broken bones,
and stay strong 'till it blows over,
and it will right?
answer me, don't kill quiet,
force fed hard to swallow pills prior,
to when I found out you can't chill fire,
feels drier in the pool of knowledge,
than my mouth when it's filled with prayer,
I'm not built with higher tolerance than all rest,
I can toil until i'm tired and I'm tired,
of looking at the leading,
I should peel the piper, wear his skin,
need a light in the labyrinth,
drown him in paraffin:
man-candle,
man-handled, been,
roughed up,
just brush up?
now that's the thing,
I feel as strong as molasses thin,
the chance I invested in,
I'm cherishing,
it seems to be perishing,
battalions of tallied failures are garrisoned,
on the horizon,
sun rise, dawn, stride cross the sky,
fall till the night comes,
then my corpse collects flies on it,
I'm looking for the answer with the lights on,
but my sight's gone,
light a pipe bong,
or a pipe bomb,
between my lips,
either way I'm getting blasted,
acid re-flux, give a fuck if it's rancid,
fear stricken bastard,
shirt sticky, plastered to my chest,
with my sweat,
so close to kissing caskets,
nigga.

eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival,
silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous,
tell me who to ask,
tried the shit they taught in Sunday school,
answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to.

nah bitch,
no need for sipping on booze
pick the spliff from your lips,
no tripping on boof,
I don't need no fuck niggas twisting the truth,
too advanced in that shit:
mind blank and confused, uh,
lack of answers cause cancerous tumor,
spread to my head quick like bitches with rumors,
looks like enlightenment's later than sooner.

just let me know where I fucked up,
fill my face with holes from a buckshot,
on my knees chewing gravel, yeah I'll dust off,
all my pride if you decide to give me some thought,
that I ain't already heard before, fuck what he say,
I need words divorced from the brain-dead and the cliche,
wanna put a stick in my mouth like I suck adhesive,
mimic a bitch with a stick between its teeth.

eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival,
silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous,
tell me who to ask,
tried the shit they taught in Sunday school,
answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to.

I Need Answers

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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

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

STAY SLUDGED

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Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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