feat. https://soundcloud.com/faggy-smokes and https://soundcloud.com/illschmitt on the hook

"You need to fuck the girl, and you need to carry a gun." - John Christopher Depp II

[Spotify, Apple, etc.]

MOBB DEPP feat. GDP [2021]

How deep does it go? Make a kind incision.
Draw a sigil with my index finger in division
Of your wings in a gentle attack
From the nape of your neck to the small of your back.
Electricity. The spark inside your spinal column
Make you quiet as the atmosphere has sanctified and sound is solemn.
And I recall em from the time of regret.
You can call me your servant. You can call me your pet.

And you can savour the truest way to love they neighbour.
Succumb Divinity, insinuate you love they labour.
I saw a vision of conspiring fates
In the shapes that make up your beautiful face.
There's no percentage or residential benefits
Or real way to quantify the overwhelming evidence
That the severance from entropy leads to the station
Of pleasant forms of sensory deprivation.

No more relief. Relief's not needed.
Satisfied with the sway of the space.
When you're stroking my hair with your hand on my waist. Love it.
All thoughts and movements are correct.
Many times when I felt misaligned.
I was waiting for you. I was outta my mind.

Little black camisole. Ankle socks. Petticoat.
Medical manacles, cannibal pentacles, honeycomb.
Money gone stockings. Chemical sentinel walking.
No need to talk but a mental will to stop watching.
In the comical, experience the serious.
I want it dominant. I want imperious.
I want authority's hand. I want your governance.
I am the coveted. You're the covetous.

Limited hours. Devour your stimulants now for intimate powers.
Allow your sentiment down. No cynical flowers. 
No cowering. Elegant.
Trace the lines of the dour to the roots of your skeleton.
And now we're dead again. What's the etiquette?
Are we mannequins? Are we feminine?
Doesn't matter 'cause I feel no need for penitence.
Another renaissance. Another specimen
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Samples 
1. Dvořák, Symphony No. 9, Conducted by Georg Solti for the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. London Records.

Sigil

takeaways

White Male Privilege

I love Boldy James & Alchemist when they work together and Grey October is one of my favorite songs. I decided to put something down because it was late at night and I was feeling beyond low. I found this instrumental version of Grey October, pitched it a bit until it felt right and just spent time responding to what I was hearing.

Lyrics:
4 am and I'm depressed as usual
But notthing like I'm used to
I'm feeling pinned down with no choice of refusal
I feel its breath on my naked skin
I'm too weak to fight again
It hurts so much from the smell of its musk
To the roughness of touch
I'd never say yes to this. 
The tears escape my closed eyes
Playback of days I missed
I feel inflamed with that sense of shame
I'm blaming myself. Even if they say I'm not to blame. 
Wince at the pain of it taking what it wants from me. 
It blacks out the sun, killing the light so I can't see
The person that I'm meant to be or even want to be
There is no question. There's no consent given. 
I wanna stay hidden. Beneath the shadows
Because my efforts made to shine 
Seem to always cause hell to follow 
I'm feeling more hollowed, squandering my time borrowed. It's inside me filling me with more sorrow

I'm forced to make room for the malice charged in its desires
I'm made to be aware of now with my nerves on fire 
I'm kept in place with another slap to the face
It covers my mouth to stop words before they escape. 
The faint muffled sobbing underneath
 "no" rattling my aching teeth. 
If there was any chance of peace
I know it has abandoned me

A cross between the never ending and the hope it'll be over soon
I'm laying limp under the weight of ever-present doom
I'm more than scared, and it doesn't really care
It caught a body, and it only cares to use it, abuse it, discard it. Leave it broken hearted. 

In territory uncharted, yet too familiar. 
I miss the days when the sun shined to show the future 
But now it feels like I'll never see the good again
I feel it pulsate and hear it grunt when it's finally spent. 
I lie awake for a few more minutes. Weary from it all I drift to sleep to get distance from it

I never want to be awake again. 
I'd give anything to never be awake again1

Black April (Beat: Alchemist)

Lyrics

Limited Existence. Is it living or is subsistence?
A silhouette that's in the distance.
They're blocking your goddamn shots like the 89 Detroit Pistons
I watch the cam. I watch the cam.
Observing the genocidal plan.
The juggernaut can't handle who I am. The fuckin ops say
They are tantalized so they must sanitize
The whore they canonize and overanalyze
The shame that they swill from the feminized.
This shame will grow so large it'll make them willing to kill. Can't handle them.

Midwest girls armed with some baseball
Bats swooping back in the ashes of rainfall.
Midwest girls crowned by the halos
Wailing away it's the sound of the angels.
Midwest girls wreathed in black flame.
Imminent attack in the Saginaw campaign.
Midwest girls catch some fish again.
Vicious big bitches gonna capture Michigan.

Good amount of hatred. Feeling like an artists without patrons.
Lifetime of waiting got me impatient.
Doesn't even matter that the NSA assigned me an agent.
Can't stop the ride. Can't stop the ride.
It goes beyond a fundamental pride.
It goes beyond the way I feel inside.
It's now about the fate's insensitive use of evidence
To give the residents anti-providence
And let be known, rather obvious,
The densest man's inadequate and he won't leave you alone. He's comin home.

Midwest girls battin' Hank Aaron.
Makes a satisfying PING like an M1 Garand.
Midwest girl on with the business
Put a little kiss by your name on the hit list.
Midwest girls good in a crisis
Making all the improvised explosive devices.
Midwest Girls inland ocean
Shrouded ships are fast approaching.

It's comin' up. It's comin' up.
Gotta get degrees of dumb enough,
It's going off. It's going off.
Curing the disease with molotovs.
It's happening. It's happening.
After the world unraveling
The javelins are erogenous
Small simulacra of the Lance of Longinus.

Midwest girls taking a deep breath.
Don't know what you thought, but I'm thinking now you seek death.
Midwest Girls enter the tournament.
What'd you think would happen if you give them no alternative?
Midwest girls aren't intangible.
Cornered rats are dangerous animals.
Midwest girls execution.
Spectres settle to electrocution.

Midwest girls crack another cold one.
Beneath the St. Louis Arch is an old one.
Midwest girls storm the Necropolis
Getting at the source of the coming apocalypse.
Midwest girls, hordes of undead.
Who's the hunter? Who's the hunted?
Midwest girls intheir environment.
Divinity defies the eyes of Leviathan.

Samples
1. Phat Planet, Leftfield, Rhythm and Stealth (1999)
2. Blue Jay Way, The Beatles, Magical Mystery Tour (1967)
3. Eddie Floyd, Knock on Wood, Single (1966)
4. Somewhere There, Sun Ra, Outer Spaceways Incorporated (1968)


Midwest Girls

Dedicated to every black kid who grew up in the suburbs.

Everything reminding me of Palos hills
Those bad haircuts on them insufferable white kids
Maui & Sons t-shirts, households full of racists
I hate it. I feel the disgust infecting my platelets
Take it with a smile, crooked, full of abcesses
'cause you can't afford the dentist like those aforementioned white kids. 
Every time I stepped out I'm reminded that i'm different.
By default rejected 'cause i'm black and I'm autistic 

9953 S. Hill Terrace (x3) 
The cul-de-sac a monument to suburbs that we're trapped in. 

Commercials flashing on the screen of deep river water park, six flags, and DZ maybe even chuck-e-cheese.
All the kids would brag about vacations off to Disney. 
My family was broke and I think they tried to shield me
From people that would just treat me like I'm lesser than I should be. 
and little did I know the stares from Caucasians were ugly
Ridiculed and treated like I'm dirt and
Mama couldn't bear to see her child suffer abuses 

9953 S. Hill Terrace (x3)
The cul-de-sac a monument to suburbs that we're trapped in. 

From a world that didn't see color still pointing out the shades
While my father tried to brush my head to keep my hair in waves
I was only 6 thought I made a friendship, just to learn his daddy hated black kids. And I wasn't acknowledged, one day his relatives had come to play 
and me in all my ignorance tried to join them on that day. 
Introduced myself politely just like my mommy taught me just hear 
"oh, I know, you're the babysitter's offspring". 

(chorus)

bridge:
Oooh, I tried to be like youuuu
I tried to walk like you, talk like you. Oooh

Oh youuuu, I tried to be like youuuu
I tried to walk like you, talk like you, but I would only get abused."

So now I'm grown and much better at masking
can manage multitasking, I'm just doin' the damn thing.
The reason that I have these skills is something I can't shake. 
Grew up 'round these people that taught me to hate my own race confirmed by bad experiences with the fellow black faces. 
Scarred and feeling like i wouldn't fit in black spaces. 
Eye twitching when a dog fucker calls me Oreo like it's okay... 
And the start of all this pain was living at that fuckin' place. 

(chorus)

Palos Hills (9953 S. Hill Terrace)

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an ode to escapism

lyrics:
when the dialogue
makes you think you're gonna die soon
i don't listen for the dial tone
i just lay alone and cry

'cause there are such sad songs on the radio
and all my old friends are laying low
trying not to be the people they're afraid of
don't you know?

and the centerpiece
is a little bit of everything
this cacophony is deafening
but no one else can seem to hear

when there are such sad songs on your stereo
and all your old friends don't care at all
trying not to fall apart
they can't take it anymore

when the morning comes
and everything is still amiss
you turn your tv on
and then regret it while you sit

'cause there are such sad stories on the morning news
and every death toll takes more from you
there's an armed gunman in the store with you
it seems, oh, it seems

so you go back to bed
and pretend it's all a dream
if you convince yourself
it's only numbers on a screen

then all the fucked up things that keep happening
will feel much less real than they have to be
much less real than they
actually are

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such sad songs

Remix to Young Scooter's hit single "Columbia" featuring Rick Ross, Birdman and Gucci Mane. "Columbia" is off of his latest mixtape "Street Lottery" available now on Livemixtapes.com.

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Columbia

Columbia remix feat. Rick Ross, Birdman and Gucci Mane

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Palos Hills (9953 S. Hill Terrace)

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