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LYRICS:

Upon hearing a strange sound, the first reaction is to stay still

I’ve been blindsided by spite
I’ve been buried without my eyes
Just wait until I crawl through the dirt
Black fingers slip around your lying throat
And I become your God. 

You thought I’d never make it away unmedicated
But you’ve underestimated every step I’ve ever taken
Steady makin’ sure I spend my days as a mental patient
You’d lend AKs and razor blades it meant I’d end up wasted
But I won’t take it, I refuse to give you the vindication
I’ll use it as inspiration for when I’m losing my motivation
I’ve been impatient for generations it seems
You been bent on cagin’ me away from chasin’ my dreams
But no more; sayonara, sucker, so long
I’m done hidin’ from you, motherfucker, ‘bout to roll on you
Put an end to shit, once and for all
I’m done being pent up, limited by these four walls
Yeah, I admit, I used to find it inescapable
I used to sit around feelin down, tryna scrape a bowl
For one last scrap of happiness, just a trace of gold
To keep me holdin’ on, a taste of hope so I could face the moment
But now I’m gone, I ain’t never goin’ back to that
Cataracts blurrin’, turnin’ hearses into Cadillacs
And that's a fact, like a passage from an Almanac
You had me down and out, stuck, fucker, now I’m back
But it’s true, sometimes you rip through my sinews
And then fuse to my tissues, up through my skin too
Causin’ me to think in the past
Tense ‘til I have another drink in my glass (clink)

I’ve been blindsided by spite
I’ve been buried without my eyes
Just wait until I crawl through the dirt
Black fingers slip around your lying throat
And I become your God. 

I’ll leave you lyin’
In the dirt beside them
You thought you had control
But I’ll always have your soul

I’ll leave you lyin’
In the dirt beside them
You thought you had control
But I’ll always have your soul

5 - Dirt

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LYRICS:

Been here before, an ending in store
My best friend and this whore on our tenement floor
Why you think I kept a pen in this drawer?
I drew conclusions, now I draw your blood loose as it pours
This love was nothing but hallucinatory
An illusion, of course, like choosin’ junipers bloomin’ from Lucifer’s florist
The truth is the source I’m movin’ from forwards
Throw your shoes in your Taurus before I’m losin’ my morals
I’ll drop you in the ocean for a view of the corals
Light your ass eight days straight, like Jews with menorahs 
You think I won’t crucify you in the forest? 
You’ve been ill-advised, listen to the blues of the chorus

And I’ve seen you drip like wax
I’ve seen your body melt through the cracks
Of my burning mind
Of my burning mind
And I’ve seen you drip like wax
I’ve seen your body melt through the cracks
Of my burning mind
Of my burning mind

My burnin’ mind: lost; no urge to find cause
I’m sure if I’d paused, she might me livin’
But it’s a fine line between a violent crime
And a diatribe, that bitch was trippin’
Sayin’ that she wifey material, then I got a venereal 
Now it’s the silencer that I’m married to
Police are finding Mary buried sideways like a pair of roots
It’s terrible, brain matter splattered the patio like a flattened out parachute
Oh no, I don’t care if you
Quote me, this is very true
So I proceed to throw that chair at you
Grab you by the hair and tear into your scalp with barbaric tools
You could compare it to a Native American pairing you
At the hairline ‘til you barely move, you just there lyin’
Like you apparently always cared to do
I almost married you, now these are the vows that I’ve prepared for you

And I’ve seen you drip like wax
I’ve seen your body melt through the cracks
Of my burning mind
Of my burning mind
And I’ve seen you drip like wax
I’ve seen your body melt through the cracks
Of my burning mind
Of my burning mind

4 - Wax

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LYRICS:

Verse I
Entropy, synonymous with eventually
The tendency for everything to end and cease: destiny
Time and space will get bent as me 
When I been drinkin’ hennessey, and then just leave like c’est la vie (peace!)
The universe is a sentient entity
Sendin’ some energy, ‘til it’s spent like rent and amenities
So I view my verses as a few bits I left of me
For when it is rest in peace, what a futile trajectory
When the planet is set to be consumed by the sun
Like a blessed Greek effigy, ain’t no emcee I respected
Ever said nothin’ less than mean
--ingful, let what you sing ring true for the people
Or shut your fucking trap, ya’ll sayin’ nothin’ when you rap
That’s why I shove this gun up in your back
It’s a hostage situation, what I want’s my generation
To pause what has been playin’ on all these radio stations
Tupac’s not dead, he’s locked in my basement
I just confessed and I taped it, but these cops ain’t gonna case it
Because these cock suckers are so flagrantly racist
They like ‘Two Pack? Didn’t we already bag him like some Yuenglings?
Wasn’t he always gangbangin’ and hangin’ with entertainers?’
I pray to be using fame the same way that he sang for changes
Even if it all burns to hell when we gone
I’d rather be felt and compel development, not just sellin’ these songs

Chorus
Journey with me, this earth is like a circus on speed
Enter the furnace! So come pull up a comfortable seat
Turnin’ and turnin’ with no purpose but to burn when we leave
And watch the surface of the sun become one with the sea
Journey with me, this earth is like a circus on speed
Turnin’ and turnin’ with no purpose but to burn when we leave
Enter the furnace! So come pull up a comfortable seat
And watch the surface of the sun become one with the sea

Verse II
Knock, knock, motherfucker, you already know who
Same ol’ dude who robbed your whole crew for some tofu
I’m sick and twisted, musically gifted
I’ll lift an infant by it’s limbs and kick it
I’m hard to listen to, large like Istanbul
Got heart like Ishin Ryu, and bars like in saloons
Crazy, like old Western films
I sit back with a bottle of Jack cuz there’s no one left to kill
You’re left with chills--Charles Manson music
Got Anton Lavey and Tim McVay dancin’ to it
I’m on that mystic brute shit
Spittin’ new ish that was written Runic in a Druid tunic
The hugest lunatic influence
Since persecuted Jews in Munich, screw it
Since acoustic sound, I move the crowd
Like Columbians do with pounds, I’m lucid now
So, who could frown? 
It’s the infusion of Dr. Seuss and Zeus in the booth
With a few rounds of gin and juice and some ruthless nouns
I’m droppin’ adjectives like laxatives 
The Ghastly click is spittin’ nastiness 
Like that Exorcist actress did on mattresses
The raps I spit are what Catholics consider sacramenta
Like Lazarus in Nazareth, immaculate, son
An acid hit advocate, adamant on batterin’ nuns, 
with Anth and Andy Milonakis for fun
And after we’re done, we’re packin a blunt, with some hash
And that magical skunk grown under African sun
Instead of handlin’ techs, I’m readin’ Satanic texts
Cram a pen in my hand and carve a pentagram in your chest

11 - Entropy

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LYRICS:

‘Bout to have some good times like Ray Jay and them
‘Bout to bring some mayhem like Bébé and them
Got an eighth of some dank, some José and some gin
It’s Friday, eight o’clock, we faded agaaain
I’m terra cotta stoned off a bong of marijuana
This chair’s like ergonomic, ain’t no way you’ll tear me off it
I’m sinkin’ in, been drinkin’ in frequent binges
This weekend it’s Seagram’s gin, next week I can’t see again, bitches
I bone a bitch, told her I’m rich, but I know I’m not
I stay po’ and shit like bartenders with the cold Cîroc
Yeah, I know the flow’s a bit like a culter shock
But it’s blowin’ up like volcanoes cuz it’s molten hot
Propose a toast: Sláinte, Salud
 to all them folks from home and those we met from makin’ moves
And may we never forget the fallen soldiers from our crew
So, lift your blunt, your spliff, your soda, or your brew

Tonight’s feeling just like a victory
It’s all love, all peace, like it should be
It ain’t nothin’ else quite like this to me
Feel the energy, and it sounds like this

Yeah, and it sounds like…

I’m always up like an insomniac
Wanderin’, wonderin’, ‘where the fuckin party at?’
Swallowing a bottle of the Cognac 
Til’ I’m passed out in the back of a fuckin Pontiac
Wake up and keep on goin’
Into the night like the keef I’m blowin’
This weed’s so potent, it keeps me floatin’
‘Til the early mornin’ then I keep on smokin’
I’m too far, I ain’t never comin’ down
When I get to the bar I’m’a get another round
I’m’a head into the crowd and everybody shoutin’
Ladies dip it low while the fellas hit the loud and
Hop on stage like Kanye, take hold of the mic
Start freestylin’ with ease, I am taking over the night
Got the whole crew with me and we flowin’ and hype
The crowd goin’ crazy like it just snowed in July
So throw your hands high like a ref callin’ a field goal
And wave ‘em side to side like you’re flagging down a vehicle
The destination is decimation of inhibitions,
Annihilation of reservations, and updended restrictions

Tonight’s feeling just like a victory
It’s all love, all peace, like it should be
It ain’t nothin’ else quite like this to me
Feel the energy, and it sounds like this

Said can you feel the energy? Cuz it sounds like this

One more time and it sounds like...

10 - Victory

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LYRICS:

Can you breathe the air from future lungs?
Can you feel it comin’, summonin’ what always was
Can you feel the love from sun to what we all become?
Or taste the salt inside your oceanblood?
Can you feel the tidal waves crash far or wide away
Does it keep you wide awake? Brightness through the night and day
Can you breathe the air from future lungs?
Can you feel it comin’, summonin’ what always was
Can you feel the love from sun to what we all become?
Or taste the salt inside your oceanblood?
Can you feel the tidal waves crash far or wide away
Does it keep you wide awake? Brightness through the night and day

Journey through time and space, on a gurney the mind will race
Tryna chase all them lights fadin’ that the eyes erase
As they go from wide and glazed to white and kinda dazed
I’m amazed, tryna find the mazes that the mind’s created
Paralyzed and isolated, resigned to what I’m fated
Every day that this cadence is replayed, I’m spectatin’
I love you, I can’t say it
But “fuck you,” it’s verbatim
How’d I get this way, such a sadist, afraid
Full of self-hatred and rage?
Please take me away, take me away, take me away
But it’s basic, I’m made to face it, It’s ancient 
It’s nascent, this cravin’ for changes, it’s too late
No way to erase it
There’s no escape, no escape, no escape
I hope for your sake, there’s a city underwater where
Where I can start anew, live as a part of you, swim through the darkest blue
I hope for your sake, there’s a city underwater where
I get another chance, we get just one more dance, then vanish in a glance

Can you breathe the air from future lungs?
Can you feel it comin’, summonin’ what always was
Can you feel the love from sun to what we all become?
Or taste the salt inside your oceanblood?
Can you feel the tidal waves crash far or wide away
Does it keep you wide awake? Brightness through the night and day

9 - Oceanblood

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LYRICS:

You drain me, you pain me 
Sustain me, un-name me
You’ve maimed me, became me 
You’ve slain me, debased me
You’ve trained me, you’ve tamed me 
You’ve hanged me from eight feet
You frame me, then blame me 
For making you angry
Create me, then negate me 
Sedate me, then abate me
Displace me, then replace me
Then erase me, then embrace me
It’s basic, no stasis, impatient, you chase me daily
Just face it, them angels imitate you, as they sing

I don't want to change your mind
I'd rather drain it from the inside
Wash you down the kitchen sink 
And if the ocean blurs your eyes
I swear the dolphins sound like angels
Down at the bottom of the sea

Do you know me? Bitch, blow me
Control me, corrode me
Erode me, then clone me
You don’t need me, fold me
You won’t see me ghosting
I’ll go with the Gulf stream
Don’t hold me, like hope, we’ve
Both sown seeds towards no spring
I’m mostly just floating
‘Til my throat drinks the whole sea
If I won’t be how you mold me
Then I won’t breathe and my soul leaves
And you’ll flee, and the only keepsake I’ll hold, the sole scene
Me alone and frozen, throwing up over my own sink

I don't want to change your mind
I'd rather drain it from the inside
Wash you down the kitchen sink 
And if the ocean blurs your eyes
I swear the dolphins sound like angels
Down at the bottom of the sea

8 - Drain

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LYRICS:

I would be violent 
If I didn’t have silence
Down here in my coffin
Begging for change
These roaches have a tendency
To crawl inside me as I sleep
I guess I made it easy
With track marks to guide them in

Roaches in the ashtray smolder and flash
Days get colder fast, they haze and coalesce
Been dazed and mostly trashed, occasionally crash
When I’ve wasted all my stash to abate the balderdash
Of a basic sober status, I know it’s madness
I sold my mattress to slap on some opiate patches
I know my role, lay back with the roaches in caskets
Sold my soul for smack and it’s takin’ over like fascists
Slip through the cracks, I’m fallin’ fast
My mom keeps callin’, ain’t callin’ back
Been bawlin’, crawlin’, scratchin’, pawin’ through the trash
There’s got to be another Oxycontin cap
Forgotten, left behind, or lost along the path
I’m watchin’ my body act, but I cannot react
That’s when the nausea oscillates my conscious state
‘Til I’m prostrate over the toilet, violent bodily shakes

I would be violent 
If I didn’t have silence
Down here in my coffin
Begging for change
These roaches have a tendency
To crawl inside me as I sleep
I guess I made it easy
With track marks to guide them in

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat
I can’t breathe, I can’t leave
This darkened apartment, been barfin’ and lyin’ fetal
I’m feeble, need the needle, man, for real
People briefly breeze through frequently to
Intravenously squeeze juice
To keep from feeling lethal, dopesick, squeemish, evil
Hopless, fiendish, fecal, roaches, we are equal
I’m worried I took it too far
All I wanted to do was go look at the stars
But all I can see is this room and it’s growing so dark
I can hear my mother’s voice and it is consoling my heart
I wonder if dad cried as dad died
After he metabolized his last line, got past time
Did he blast through the black just one last time?
Or did he crash and fry into the ashes just like I am
Where have I been? 
Where have I been?
There’s so much silence
I need horizons
I need asylum
But where have I been?
There’s so much silence
There’s so much silence

I would be violent 
If I didn’t have silence
Down here in my coffin
Begging for change
These roaches have a tendency
To crawl inside me as I sleep
I guess I made it easy
With track marks to guide them in

7 - Roaches

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LYRICS:

Intro [Bizarre]
Yeeaahhh…

Enter my world

Pill God

Pill God

Whoah…

Somewhere in outer space

Chorus
Throw back another pill to cap off the night (whoah)
Twenty-one and I need the ice (somewhere in outer space)
like I need a lullaby (whoah, whoah)
Throw back another pill to cap off the night (whoah)
Twenty-one and I need the ice (somewhere in outer space)
like I need a lullaby (I’m drowning)

Verse I (Sinopsys)
Just copped me some Oxies, four for one
I pop three then fall asleep in the Florida sun
Nonstop soft, sweet dreams ‘til the morning come
Groggily on the beach, recall and reorder ‘em
Visions as vivid as visits from apparitions
It’s mystic, it’s fact, it’s fiction, or is it my past arisen?
From the ashes, driven back to Christmas ‘96 when dad was livin’
Splashin’, swimmin’, laughin’ in the grass and Tallahassee fishin’
Sit up and sigh as the sky undulates
Orange and gray runs of paint state the suns awake
I stand up and shake … the sleep off of my back
I wish there was a way to keep those dreams in tact. 
But there isn’t. And the memories keep lessening with time
And it’s messing with my mind, wish I could just press rewind
But I can’t. I can slip off into the blue--
That prescripted blissful pool where existence is crystal cool
So, I slip my fist into that backpack and grab the bottle
Split my last pill in half like a fuckin’ avocado 
Crush it up until it’s all snow, then swallow with my nostril
Then I fall into the numbness and wallow in the hollows

Chorus

Verse II (Bizarre)
Pill God, heal not, trippin’ off of shit (yeah)
Higher than the sky, higher than a (“He-he!”)
I see stars (yeah), I see bars (huh?)
I see cars (yeah), I see Mars (Maaarrss)
Seesaw, I can’t see at all (can’t see at all)
Goin’ through withdrawals like Total Recall  (Uuucchh!)
Since birth, I been on Planet Percs (yeah)
It’s a cycle, watch me leave earth (woohoo!)
I’m dreamin’ (dreamin’), I see demons 
Am I in Cleveland? Am I just dreamin? (dreamin’)
30s and 40s; I love 80s
10s are my friends, I’m going crazy (crazy!) This is...
This is out of control (yeah!)
And the devil, he want my soul (he want it)
I hate him (I hate him), fuck Kratom (fuck Kratom!)
Ten percocets, I ate ‘em
I ate ‘em (Muahahahaha)

Chorus

Verse III (Sinopsys)
All day long I been gobblin’ Klonopin 
Off and on again til’ the pill bottles hollowin’
Get up to walk and then I’m wobblin’, can’t talk my head is bobblin’
Keep my feelings hidden like the cave that Osama’s in
I demand checks, can’t rest without my Xanax 
I get damn stressed, then I stand next to the counter
And I pay them, cram ten in my face when 
I’m in my basement, if I don’t taste them then I’m shakin’
My satchel pack’s filled with capsules of Paxils 
My room is like a war zone, stacked with prescripted shrapnel 
Sleep is hard to come by, and that’s why
It’s handy when I got a handful of Ambien, take five
Wash ‘em down with some Brandy then I’m feelin’ dandy and
I can finally doze off to Candyland
Wake up in the morning, not feelin’ mad at all
Cuz I got a cabinet full of Adderall to make me stand up tall
I medicate to set my fate to a better state
To irradicate and bring a fall to my brain’s padded walls
And that is all I know how to cope with
I pop a pill and hope gets a little less hopeless

6 - Twentyone ft. BIZARRE

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LYRICS:

My life’s an odyssey, open your eye to see
Ayo, how odd is he? Odd as I ought to be
But yo, how hot is he? Got this from Ah to Z
Came from the bottom, eatin’ Top Ramen, got no pot to pee in
But now i’m tryna eat fois grois and lobster meat
Without no lottery or Monopoly properties 
I’m a product of Reaganomics, hegemonic philosophies 
Kept my pockets inside out while the top was profiting constantly
Sittin’ on yachts in the Baltic Sea, while I’m mopping McDonald’s grease
See, logically, poverty’s just economical sodomy
But there’s a nominal side of me that wants to rise up in arms to de-
Molish inequality and watch free markets topple like colloseums
But for now, I guess we’ll just sit on the curb
Sippin’ some bourbon ‘til we’re sick enough to forget where we were
Even suburban kids, I’ve heard, are startin’ to feel the burn
Let’s pick up the burners and put top earners in permanent urns

This is class warfare, but your ass won’t care
En masse we’ll get past what used to pass for fair
Ashes to ashes, put fascists in caskets, we’re here
Can you grasp this, are you there?

Are you there?

They cut taxes for billionaire brackets and bill us to back it
This whole motherfucking class system’s a racket
Capitalism is savage, keep packin’ the prisons to maximum capacity limits
Cuz it’s bad for the business, lackin’ unpaid factory positions  
The one way we’ll get those bastards to listen
Is if we amass a massive and active resistance
Turn our backs on the paths that have us mad, actin’ vicious
For the acquisition of riches, let’s draft us a different map (okay)
Rerooted in compassion and given 
the passion’s a given if you’re listenin’ and graspin’ the vision
Quit actin’ fictitious, like you could have picket fences and actually give shits
Past your own interests, the facts are as listed: 
My city lookin’ like a scene from The Hunger Games
Ain’t no surprise when a kid picks up a gun and aims
Wishin’ he could run away from what’s made him become this way
But it’s pretty tough to run when you’re sufferin’ from hunger pains

This is class warfare, but your ass won’t care
En masse we’ll get past what used to pass for fair
Ashes to ashes, put fascists in caskets, we’re here
Can you grasp this, are you there?
This is class warfare, but your ass won’t care
En masse we’ll get past what used to pass for fair
Ashes to ashes, put fascists in caskets, we’re here
Can you grasp this, are you there?
This is class warfare, but your ass won’t care
En masse we’ll get past what used to pass for fair
Ashes to ashes, put fascists in caskets, we’re here
Can you grasp this, are you there?
This is class warfare, but your ass won’t care
En masse we’ll get past what used to pass for fair
Ashes to ashes, put fascists in caskets, we’re here
Can you grasp this, are you there?
This is class warfare, but your ass won’t care
En masse we’ll get past what used to pass for fair
Ashes to ashes, put fascists in caskets, we’re here
Can you grasp this, are you there?
This is class warfare

3 - Warfare

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LYRICS: 

The type of shit I like to spit is lightning strikin’ iron ships
Poseidon with his trident is what I’m like when the mic is gripped
Turn mild cyphers into wild fires
Vile shit, like what you find up in your child’s diapers
The usual suspect, haven’t blew up yet
Got a few fresh cuts under my belt like I just had rough sex
I’m fucking the game up, fuckin’ derranged, yup
If Jay, Ye, and Dre gave up, I’m the one you should blame
What is the fame worth, really, but one in the brain? 
It’s one in the same, I’m maintainin’ like thunder and rain
Summoning Big Pun’s spirit, with a gun and a chain
Lyrics insane, they keep comin’ to me like I’m hallucinatin’
Illuminati tried to sign me, I said fuck you to Satan
Deuteronomy wanted me to follow the law of Yahweh, dumb and complacent
So, I’m stuck here adjacent, between good and evil
When I hear the beats bang, I’m like a fiend to the needle

I never thought I’d be so high
In all of my life, yeah
I never thought you’d realize
In all of my life, yeah
I never thought I’d be so high

Back in the flesh it’s the S.I.N
Ayo, can I spit it fresh? Then like “yes I can”
My flow will leave you nauseated, like Mexican
Hydrogen, bonded twice with oxygen
My revenge: similar to Montezuma
Leave you fucked from every angle just like Kama Sutra
Let me shoot ya, might be mind blowin’ to get used ta
Divine rhymin’ every time, but I’m showin’ how I spook ya
Line for line, I quake your spine, like R.L. Stine, I gave you Goosebumps
leave you in suspense, I am a nuisance
Instilling fear in all of your children then spilling beer when I kill them, that’s the
Mark I leave, then I spark the weed
Depart the scene in the dark with some Sartre to read
Embark to the park, where ya start to see A car with three
lights flashing, alarmin’ me, talking ‘bout larceny

I never thought I’d be so high
In all of my life here
I never thought you’d realize
In all of my life here
I never thought I’d be so high (so high so high so high so high)

I swear to god I never thought it
It never even came to my mind
It was not even a though!
That I even thought about having
Bein’ this high. Fuck!
Out of this god damn world (hah)