never thought id be so down bad for a song that i go into a source code to get it

I spent so long looking for this shit and it really was that simple😭

Got this shit on repeat my fellow arsonist🔥🔥🔥

YouTube Video
https://youtu.be/Yi-MUbpqURA

"WARM AGAIN" by Odd Earthling(@oddearthling)
Featuring Swordzzman and fvckbaylee

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Odd Earthling - WARM AGAIN (ft Swordzzman & Fvckbaylee )

ALL PLATFORMS

REQUIEM OF MADNESS (PROD. MATHIASTYNER)

BOONDOCKED!!
RELEASING ON ALL PLATFORMS 3/31

Pre-Save Link - https://ffm.to/6ooknxk

Art by Bryson Mcbee 
INSTA- https://www.instagram.com/brysonmcbee/

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

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

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LYRICS: 

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

BRING THE PAIN ! (PROD. BUCKX2 X CACITY) [MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC]

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

SICK

ALFREDO (PROD. CXRPSE)

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

business inquiries: ferri@goodproblems.co

POWER

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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