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The Sick, The Dying… And The Dead!

We’ll Be Back

Reinventing the Steel

You've Got to Belong to It

Vulgar Display of Power

Fucking Hostile

Far Beyond Driven

5 Minutes Alone (2014 Remaster)

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By No Crown

The Obsessives - Home

New Found Power

Crawl

Recorded and mixed by Chris Baglivo in Philadelphia, PA
Mastered by Cameron Boucher


The Obsessives - Avocado

Significant Other

Nobody Like You

Soul Bleed

Hellbound

half the niggas i name in this song would go on to diss me for no reason but fuck em

LYRICS:

BITCH I JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR 
AND IT’S SO HOT IN THIS APARTMENT
WHAT THE FUCK A DARKIE GOTTA DO TO START SHIT
FLYING OUT TO UTAH THEN I TRANSFER OER TO CHAROLETTE 
NIGGAS DROVE FOR 7 HOURS JUST TO HOP INSIDE OF OUR PIT

SPIDER ON MY ARM MY NIGGA WIELDING A GUITAR PICK
PATRICK IN THE VAN WITH FLVCO EDDY IN THE STAR WHIP
DRIVE TO CINCINNATI KNOW IM SICK MAKING A FAR TRIP
JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR AND IM ALREADY SEEING HARDSHIP

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR
AND THERE’S SOME BUGS INSIDE MY BED FRAME
I CANT EVEN SLEEP OR GET SOME REST INSIDE MY HEAD MANE
I JUST WANNA BLOW UP THROW MY MATTRESS IN A RED FLAME
I’M YELLING IN COLUMBUS MOTHER FUCKER GOT A DEAD BRAIN

MAD WHILE IM PERFORMING CUZ YOU HURT BY WHAT I SAID, PAIN,
SO MANY MILES I WILL NOT BE BULLIED BY YOU INSANE
PERFORMING ON THE STREET IN DETROIT AINT A FUCKING FED CAME
SPIDER GANG THE NIGGAS VANDALIZING BLACK AND RED PAINT

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR AND THERES SOME MOLD IN MY REFRIGERATOR
SUMMER IN LA WITH NO AC LIKE AN INCINERATOR
I MET UP WITH EVAN THE RED HEADED HE’S AN INNOVATOR 
RILEY IS A SAVAGE HE’S A VIDEO PROLIFERATOR 

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR I GOT NO FOOD AND NO CLEAN WATER SOURCE
DIRTY BUTT AND MAZI APOLLO NAHEEM KAKA OF COURSE
SUICIDE AND I PERFORM TOGETHER AND WE SLAUGHTER YOURS
PLEASE COME GET YOUR BABY GIRL THE CREW CAN MAKE YOUR DAUGHTERS WHORES

HEY WHY YOU SAY DARKIE? PEOPLE COMING UP AFTER THE SHOW
BECAUSE THAT IS MY NAME AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL TO ME YOU KNOW
DILLINGER SAYS I AM BLACK BUT I DO NOT BELIEVE HIM THO 
I AM NOT A COLOR IM THE RAINBOW AND THE FUCKING GOLD 

BITCH THERE AINT A SINGLE PERSON YOU CAN GO COMPARE ME TO
I AM NOT AN INDIAN I’M SCARY BRAVE AND HAIRY NUDE
I BEEN OFF THE LEAN A LITTLE MOLLY IN A SAIYAN MOOD
NIGGAS WANT THE HATE TO LEAVE BUT THEY TOO SCARED TO SAY IT DUDE

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR AND IM DEPRESSED LIKE ALL THE REST OF US
I MIGHT SMOKE SOME WEED AFTER IM BETTER CUZ MY CHEST IS PUSS
IMMA PLAY THE TEACHER AND ILL SEE JUST WHAT MY LESSON DOES 
SHOUT ALEX LUNA GRANT AND JESS KNOW THEY AINT PRESSING US

I DONT PERFORM AT FESTIVALS YET BUT JUST WAIT AND OBSERVE 
IM OBSURD?
YOU’RE THE HUMAN BEING CONTROLLED BY A WORD
IM TRYING TO LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND US MAKE A DIFFERENCE
PEOPLE EVERY COLOR IN MY AUDIENCE, DELIVERANCE

DIVIDENDS
QUAALUDES IN OUR LIVERS FEEL LIKE BIGGER MEN
RASCAL OFF THE LIQUOR WIT A PERC INSIDE HIS SPHINCTER END
CHILLING WITH MY NIGGAS AND WE LIT UP LIKE A WICKER MAN
VILLAIN SPILLING MILLER LIGHT I GUESS THE VENUE SLICKER THEN

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR PUT A MODELO IN MY FACE AGAIN
I GOTTA SUCCEED MY PATTI GOT SOME BAD ARTHRITIS 
AND IT MIGHT AS WELL BE ME IM IN A FIELD CRYING ON WENDIGO
SCREAMING UP AT HEAVEN MOTHER FUCKER TELL ME WHEN TO GO

JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR DONT TELL ME THIS IS NOT THE GUTTER
NIGGA YOU DONT KNOW WHERE I BEEN NIGGA YOU IS NOT MY BROTHER
IM WITH SPIDER GANG WE MAKING ART LIKE NOBODY NO OTHER
THIS THE FUTURE BITCH I JUST GOT HOME FROM TOUR THE EARTH IS MOTHER, UH

TOUR (PROD. WENDIGO)

The Repentless Killogy (Live at the Forum in Inglewood, CA)

Angel of Death (Live)

i think i finally love myself

lyrics:
my way 
my way or the highway baby
stop lookin at me sideways maybe
one day we can be free

you’re so sweet to me
like a peach tree

my days
going stupid eyes ache burning
from staring at the sun not learning
please incinerate me

i hope that jesus christ doesn’t hate me

why me
why my mind a runaway train
that cant seem to fix anything
pain seep into my brain, see

see the sky it crying when it rain,  we
dont know what we got until it fade, be
proud of what you do, do it insanely

hold my hand
hold me closer
do you stand on 
billboards and posters

im a man
with a hand on my holster

yeah

watch the moments pass you
watch the moments pass you by
can’t afford to match you
im low on cash help me survive
why the rich got mass supplies
for when the anti christ arrives 
arises from the hell inside
where all the evil fell and writhes

why i wake up waste my time
when all the rhymes inside my mind
alive

why i give a fuck about these people that dont care about me
the internet is such a bitch it tear the hair up out me
i wanna die i lie in bed dont know my wearabouts he

appear to me 
i fear his image taking
over over
where’s the finish making
mad mistakes i peer the fakes are wasting

all their seconds
all they recon making
money power better
i just want my grandmother’s cooking n a sweater 
some times i cant stand them looking at my tether

the thing that keep me grounded
it sounded soft
like a mountain of cloth
or the crown of a sloth

my way 
my way or the highway baby
stop lookin at me sideways maybe
one day we can be free

you’re so sweet to me
like a peach tree

my days
going stupid eyes ache burning
from staring at the sun not learning
please incinerate me

i hope that jesus christ doesn’t hate me

IMPERFECT (PROD. WENDIGO)

lyrics:
i can't believe i got myself played again
i thought we was cool, i thought we made amends
go tell all your friends, fuck what you say to them
i can't wait for us to find our way again
hard for me to care when i'm so faded every day
i'm straying far away from you, wading through the pain
deflating in the rain, i created all these things, no use

maybe i will fall, maybe i will rise
but if anything, a nigga really tried
and i know, i know
doing it for all, doing it for i
but a balance is required to survive and to fly
wide open space

10 day, i remember bumpin' that, takin' acid to rap
then stays in the past, you be lettin' shit amass in ya ass
toxins, we pollutin' all the human, that's an issue, i'm assumin'
god been chillin' in my spirit, i can feel him, i can hear it
i know you may not understand now
but we all return to where we once were
words and code written in my hands now
in my skin from within, tell me, how could i pretend that i know?
i never thought i would see this place again
i thought that i knew, but that illusion end
go tell all your friends, but you can't say to them
the beauty we forget and can't express
the lesson i learn every time i stress
i confess, i don't know what is best
that's okay, it's so cold in the snow
but go play anyway
you can mold what you hold where you lay
into something brand new or a man that stand true

THIS DOES NOT EXIST

COMPOSITION XI

You've Got to Belong to It

Pantera

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