THE ARSONIST

suicide flow

BLEED

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

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

6six6

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BIG TIDDY GOTH GF ft jinnwilliam (prod. poloboy 81) -<@crayon_hotdog>-

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Email:
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Instagram:
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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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MAN IN THE CASTLE

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