Prod. Erra

all this shit up in my head you know i fucking doubt it

move the prisons off the planet how i push the pen

the way i raise the bar so nonchalant yeah that's a calm flex
leave it with no context

confounded sitting at this desk, microphone intently on my chest
transfer data like im swapping fluids, sex, perform a soul transfusion
thats a bold dance move, weird flex, im on the up when i look left

the steady stream i peep is peaking right along with me
eyes lock & theres a look of grief i clearly see
reflecting back, the looking glass is surfing silver seas
i cant escape the parallel
no wishing wells
just hope you wish me well

armor grazed and it shattered due to the ugly fact im battered and bruised, paid past dues yet the past is ever lasting on the soles of my shoes, cause I could run but never able to lose, however destined to lose and never win, ginger beer w gin up next..

why cant u see im pressed?

oozing plasma out the very thing that keeps a beating chest 
confused w the state of my passion, should i hang it up and leave it to rest or remain active?
just heard the bullets blasting
inspo for how i throw my words into the air, you gasp and listen close
or do you?
i know i never really talk but then again i shouldnt have to
cause in the back room it felt like tied souls but bad news 
reported on monday morning for torment and sad blues
what a day

stay shining thru a rain storm
i keep it shining when the rain pours
ill never say more, dont ask me to say more
i keep it shining thru the rain storms
stay shining when the rain pours 

SHINING

Prod. Erra

Earl early in the AM
by noon ive sat& pondered all the ways that i can say it
Im awfully braised
let me out& throw me on the plate then
swallowed up my pain, it break like bones, the flavor jaded
out the way but leaking out my pores, the path is plagued
rainy days on top of slate, surprised i fuckin made it
this far, at least
break off, a piece
snap like kit kat, or leaves crunching like some brick weed
either way I'm getting what i need, dopamine
released like when i tapped out, headed back to the easel where i crash out, don't stand too close to me or this might just become a blackout 
I'm rolling steam over her back right after blowing that out
what can i say? i care
cant leave lil baby in the corner w despair
save the wary thoughts for me, i wear em well
like sesh vans dragging on the trail
ill kick rocks whenever we prevail, push the boulder off the cliff then give a stiff arm for prayer
my blunt just clipped off, ill never bust u down, my roach remains are stale yet forever retain wealth


STEAMROLL [interlude]

Prod. Erra

im not playing, i dont wanna play
get from round the fuckin king of all the grey
cutter in my veins, i deflect all the pain
sit in solace as i contemplate the grave

lost in the sense of waiting for the day
grip on smoke the way i reach for anything to make me sane
sit & ponder on a comet, outer space
hold back nothin babe, point it at my fuckin name

grace given to the one who guards the gate
walk on slowly while i sob all over petals in the rain
take my face from me, make it how you want it babe
look me in my eyes & tell me that you wanna stay

i just- i thought i was right
you could never do me wrong, it all just feels so right
sighing on the mic, i took a breath and made it nice
waste to the grave how i lay down on the spikes, this is life

THISISLIFE

Prod. Erra

peaking from out the curtain
searching hard for jury verdicts
its bleak & im guilty, hurting
it seems like i need a sermon

pull me from the serpents

fix me where i stand

write me up a plan where i can become a person
who sees and feels the current as it comes
cause lately ive been stuck

clogged a chakra
someone call a doctor
better yet, a monk
rummage through the problems and i slaughter em with love
im basking in the blood

i relish in the slums
its raw like im in the cut with the cut

c4 blunts, they got me baked, microwave
im feeling like a slave, better run

gassed up, no holds barred, feeling like Gump
you passed up a helping hand, sorry you a chump
im not sorry, im god bodied, dont give a fuck
my bars solid, my dicks longest, dont give a fuck
a blank casket, you'd call me Casper before you slump
at the corner of the bedpost, posted with a gun
wake up and smell the powder out the barrel when it bust
shut ya fuckin mouth cause you dont say shit that i trust
the snakes began to hush and thats when faith got turned to dust
and lately all that seems to make me smile. is a smile. on the moon that calls my name, can never help but be inspired
just imagine all the love...


silent so the bugs wont bug
snuck another look and felt dumb, what the fuck
so what
gather mass and sue me, yeah im used to the ostrich in the room in fact i beg to be excluded
the push becomes the pull right back to snap, crackle, pop and im often starving for solids, surviving on holy water
flush another flesh-laced bar right into your corner
fresh black tar on the ground, inhale the aroma
refined but unfiltered, product of nature playing human for real
i refuse to walk for miles round this hill
eyes closed, singing bout a problem that aint real
mind gold, just a lil tarnished and im sorry that the tides low
let there be a wave upon your heel
think of what you're missing, its presented wrapped in a bow
cant slack on the soul, pour wax for a mold
and thankfully so, immortal on a shelf on the low
man let me stop it

PIQUE

Prod. Erra

i dont recall askin
fall to the back of the masses
lurk w the scanner the way that i peer from afar, adjusting my glasses
silent & glazed w sadness
u know that it rhymes w madness
a psycho in cycles, around & around how i chase my own tail in the blackness
bad trip
forever actin out and im actin up if im faced w the damage
dont bring up the past & my damage
i look at myself & i panic, lag, glitch, i done fucked up the bag & im talkin bout baggage
when that kid thought he chalked up the tallys forgot about marking for bones in my attic
lvtely travel thru the static
friction caused by every callous
fueling nothing but some malice
i applaud u if u manage
managed to sweep it up, i even feather dusted all the crumbs from the snackin
chewing on flesh when im pressed, i dont want any pity, i want a gold necklace 
uh uh uh-
you dont know shit about slackin
until youre staring at your hands
the blood wont come off w a napkin
i prematurely let it bang 
i pick it up and watch it hang
forever splendid in my head - sike - the weatherman is prolly dead
cause i could never tell, i could never tell, i could never get a break
scattered ashes round my face
blew the cherry off my face 
ruined lil dinner date
yeah yeah yeah - 
broken fingers outta habit
broken back from draggin carriage, sweet
as long as i can hear her laughin

LAG, GLITCH [interlude]

Prod. Erra

industrial bit drill fr the way i muster up the force to drive it home like i bent wheels-
sliding thru the hole, im on the rails, im on the track still
wobble out to sea, it's rocky, dealing w sharp points that cut steel
razor on my cuff still
slice the time in half once boost lag caught up to coattail
ante up 10 more bills
candy from a baby, it's so simple
sit & watch a legend in the making, leaking, how i fuckin drip thru
drifting off the grid again off Ritalin, like can you blame him?
how else can lvtely find the energy for super Saiyan
i can't hear what you're saying
i never speak either
so what u hear is vague notions pushing out the speaker
your ears won't pick it up so much as your lil heart can feel it
im letting chicken crumbs bounce off the rug so u can eat it
and at the very least u baby teethin
meanwhile im on the lakeside & chewing through a king crab shell thats super seasoned
u melt in salt cause u slow
i sprinkle lemon pepper dust on the flow
the type of shit to scrunch ya face up, the crazed ones wont say much but nod real slow
cause they know lvte won, yeah nate came w white force 1s
the rest are ate up w no luck, they lack what ive done
splattered on the wall like dead bugs, they thought they said sum but it dont add up
thats bad accounting, ain't account for the midas touch
cause where i lay my fingers always opposite of mud
my feet have known the road since i was young
lonely & alone since 01
carrying the torch for old monks
silent off the rip, lips don't budge
mm yeah
walk in & in shining, not the sun
know I am the father, pierced ya momma, holy gun
holy water just dont burn me, i created, im the One
slacked on a sunday, musta been when u came up 
sucks dont it? when i dig it out the hole and brush it off like old souls found w magic in their bones, broke open
catacombs could never feel the light but im soaking
bathing in the brightness of the sky but eyes lowered
cant jeopardize the sight from cyclops when eyes closing
ready for sleep
id rather pro-ject than go flex this vessel of meat
you cannot fathom me
(hedskratch)
making myself known just for occasion 
a toast to all the dead weight im saving
hoarding all the torment for your maker, yeah

WHITEFORCE1S

Erra - Scorpion Hymn

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