Name: F.O.G. [error] by Ho99o9
Duration: 4 min 25 s
Description: Written & Produced by Ho99o9, Carl Chaste & Francis Caste

Driponomics

Driponomics (feat. Mother Maryrose)

A Machine Of

An Unwanted Life

Ephesians 6:10–18, Romans 13:12

After Christ’s victory, His people are equipped for the same war. This track is a rallying anthem, listing each piece of God’s armor — truth, righteousness, faith, salvation, the Word. Martial rhythms and triumphant riffs embody the strength of standing firm in the Lord.

LYRICS

Intro

The night is far spent,
The day is at hand.
Cast off the darkness,
Take up the stand.

Verse

Belt of truth upon the waist,
Breastplate shining, righteousness traced.
Feet with the gospel, ready to run,
Into the storm till the war is won.

Pre-Chorus

Lift the shield, faith’s burning flame,
Quenches the arrows, silences shame.

Chorus

Armor of light! Rise, sons and daughters,
Clothed for the battle, led to the slaughter.
Sword of the Spirit, word like fire,
Strength of the Lord, our one desire.

Verse

Helm of salvation crowns the mind,
Guarded thoughts, the truth aligned.
Prayers ascending without cease,
Warriors kneel and find their peace.

Pre-Chorus

Stand your ground, in heaven’s might,
Darkness scatters before the light.

Chorus

Armor of light! Rise, sons and daughters,
Clothed for the battle, led to the slaughter.
Sword of the Spirit, word like fire,
Strength of the Lord, our one desire.

Bridge

“Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of His might.
Put on the whole armor of God,
That you may stand in the evil day…”

Stand! Stand! Stand!

Final Chorus

Armor of light! Rise, sons and daughters,
Sealed by His blood, baptized in the waters.
Sword of the Spirit, word like fire,
Strength of the Lord, our one desire.

Outro

The night is gone, the day is near,
The armor shines, the path is clear.
Clothed in Christ, no fear, no flight —
Children of day, in the armor of light.

Armor of Light

Text:
Verse 1
Twenty bucks for a cut, I pay and I’m gone,
But in parliament the blow-dry goes on.
Tax-paid powder, a smile on demand,
While justice slips right out of hand.

Pre-Chorus
They pose in the mirror, we count every cent,
That’s not glamour, it’s a crack in the cement.

Chorus
Money flows elsewhere, not where it burns,
We pay for the show, but get nothing in return.
Money flows elsewhere, not where it’s real,
Styling on the bill while the people can’t heal.

(solo)

Verse 2
Scissors in the barbershop, click-clack cheap,
But up on the hill, the gold runs deep.
Make-up on flights, we’re saving on meals,
They powder their foreheads, we’re chained to the wheels.

Pre-Chorus
They pose in the mirror, we count every cent,
That’s not glamour, it’s a crack in the cement.

Chorus
Money flows elsewhere, not where it burns,
We pay for the show, but get nothing in return.
Money flows elsewhere, not where it’s real,
Styling on the bill while the people can’t heal.

(solo)

Bridge
The scissors cut deeper than hair on the floor,
Each strand is a symbol of who they ignore.
They talk of duty, of carrying the weight,
But behind the make-up, there’s nothing but state.

Final Chorus
Money flows elsewhere, we see it so bright,
The spotlight is shining, but nothing is right.
Money flows elsewhere, we’re stuck in the rain,
They pose for the cameras, we’re left with the pain.

Money Flows Elsewhere

Espy

Lead single from the forthcoming sophomore album by N8NOFACE "Stories Of Those" [HNR69] due on May 8th, 2017 via HIT+RUN.

storiesofthose.com

Stories of Those

Trucha

N8NOFACE "Trucha"

Cyber Cop

Leader Of Pain (unknown Virus 7.)

Delete My Browser History (unknown Virus 6.)

Written & Produced by Ho99o9, Carl Chaste & Francis Caste

Cyber Warfare

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F U And U And U

Ho99o9 (horror) - An unauthorized biography
The first spores of Ho99o9 were identified by the CDC’s infectious disease unit
in the outsourced offices of purgatory that are peppered all throughout New
Jersey in places like Linden, Elizabeth and Newark.
There was only legend until cultures were collected. Once told as a cautionary
tale of two neighborhood kids, their story mutated into a reflection on the
horrors of the society that produced them. What happened between those
early days in the neighborhood and the present day is often debated.
theOGM (Jean) & Yeti Bones (Eaddy) are certainly a product of their early
environment. There weren’t any fields or even much grass for a kid to play on.
Gardens were made of concrete and a reality sustained only by dreams of
places where the train tracks went.
Eaddy’s Pops brought Motown and the militancy of the armed forces into
Eaddy’s sometimes rigid and uncompromising basic training for life. Pops was
hard because hard makes leaders in the human chain of command. And Jean
was always there in the street level offices of Chris Christie’s “small
government” purgatory in the defunded, decommissioned and deconstructed
district of Linden New Jersey. Jean knew when Trump’s future fuc boi and
every other neo-con said “small government” what they really meant was
“Fuck you nigg…”
Style was lacking but what Jean’s Pops was packing into his ear speakers stayed
embedded in Jean’s mind - The sounds of Haitian Kompa sung by Sweet Micky
(Michael Martely). The bizarre behavior and non-conformist styles of a Haitian
icon caught Jean’s eyes and ears back then and once again now with Micky
recently rising to become president of Haiti. Thieves and liars giving way to an
influential artist elected to rebuild a crumbling nation? Noted.
Jean and Eaddy kept lampin in overlapping circles of connected streets,
bordering cities and shuffled between under funded public schools. The sounds
on Hot 97 filled blank tapes with Bone Thugs, Busta, Onyx, Lil Jon and Missy
Elliott. Mental hard-drive uploads with flow served to drive them to finally
jump on that train to see what else was out there and what they found
changed them irrevocably.
Eaddy began branching out, bringing hardcore like Bad Brains back home with
him. The pair didn’t know it at the time but the resulting amalgamation they
brought back was the Deathkult. They were armed only with a pawn shop
sampler and the power to influence.
Born to lose in Jersey, reborn in NYC and subsequently reimagined 999.
Rewired to spread a promise for the next emancipation from time. The gospel,
the vibration, hardcore punk, rage and rhyme - theOGM and Yeti Bones emerge
transformed into weapons of mass expression and the spectacle known today
only as Ho99o9 (horror).
Then just like that, Ho99o9 vanished from the east coast, allegedly recruited
into a beat laboratory in Los Angeles. They baptized in blood and emerged
wrapped in a sound that had not yet been heard.
A congregation gathered in a scene of like-minded mutants and L.A. quickly
became the HQ of Ho99o9. More minions manifest with Horror spores started
spreading all throughout North America and the European Union - a pandemic
of fools gettin' woke as the fringe becomes the majority and we recall the
prophecy of Sweet Micky.
And Today - a new nation rises to smash the guise of the god-head. A deity-less
religion of our collective humanity, neither divine, nor wicked, led only by the
march of the Deathkult and delivered by its soldiers - theOGM and Yeti Bones in
their United States of Horror*.

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