Grown Up

STRUGGLIN’

Produced by @paper_tiger_doomtree
from Field Notes, available now http://doomtree.net/fieldnotes http://smarturl.it/fieldnotes 
A.Sims (Sims is a Business ASCAP), J. Samels (Skip Steps 1&3 ASCAP)

Lyrics:

I was plucked from the sky 
pulled down into the the black goo 
an evil surrounded me 
now I’m trying to pull my way back through 
maybe I was running too fast 
too locked in, too cocky, too close to the sun 
needed to be burned on down 
well that’s how it turned out 
I’m not sure if I believe in god 
but there’s a force that’ll even odds 
leave your logic flawed 
leave you saying (insert black block_ PAPES) 
maybe that was code 
pull me off the road because I went too far from home 
maybe that was wrong but I’ll never know 
it goes exactly how it goes 
and supposing doesn't get me closer to what would’ve been 
tally the wins, rally the loss, put wind in the sails 
me and my chick, she’s bad as fuck, we on that no matter what shit 
we ain’t noting to fuck with 
same as the crew I grew up with 
from the downswing to the uptick 
the mud don’t get as thick as the blood 
and a motherfucker don’t quit ever he just learns how to trudge 
so where you are it’s a call out, roof gone, walls out 
no sir, no sale, I will see you in hell 
from the bell to the tomb I’m all out 

even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn't take another way 
even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day 
and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late 
so I guess I’ll do this my way 

I vibrate like five strings doing solos around the whole globe 
and I expand like rubber bands show you how low can a soul go 
and I snap in half and I put it back, no illusions 
I go into with no delusions 
I don’t know it I just fucking do it, ain’t nothing too it 
fear has got no business here 
but it don’t disappear it just lives near 
and I let that settle, prove my mettle 
and I never peddle that sentimental 
call my manager, tell him I don’t give a fuck 
should’ve quit years ago 
a buck? god damn it I do what I love 
and all my heroes are broke 

even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn't take another way 
even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day 
and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late 
so I guess I’ll do this my way 

I push until I break then I find me some tape 
been that way since I was a boy 
and I found that it snaps when it’s wound too tight 
now I do it lightly with time to enjoy 
when I get picked off by scope or claw 
I land with style like I planned it out 
make it work like hand-me-downs 
with a fresh new cut to sing about 

even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn't take another way 
even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day 
and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late 
so I guess I’ll do this my way

Sims "Scope or Claw"

The final track of the Abattoir Nasties Vol. 1 tape
follows our anti-hero William Baker's descent into purgatory. 

Tha Green Inferno Finale

Sadistik - Perseus 
(Prod. by Ronny J)

HOOK:
Keeping the snakes out of my circle
Keeping the Saints out of my virtue
Keeping the strangers outta my personal space
Perseus, Perseus, Perseus, Perseus

VERSE 1:
Summer of fear, numb to the steel
Press it to my lips, gun to the grill
hunt in the field, come get the kill
something to feel, snuff flicks & chill
… I want a piece of you, 
There’s only war inside no peace in que, 
To cue the mister perfect on his Ps & Qs, 
Who hits the purp like policemen...
I’m doomed, doomed, I'll demonstrate 
Medusa grew a new head of snakes
My voodoos do levitate
I escalate, I escalate 
It’s gloom gloom gloom everyday
might chew threw this noose too 
Fill my flesh with hate until the levees break
& graze necks with blades amen

HOOK

VERSE 2:
I’ll bite the head off a snake
(Keep the grass cut low, keep the grass cut low)
Sometimes the dead are awake
(Keep the casket closed, keep the casket closed)
Now How’s that medicine taste?
(Keep the antidote, keep the antidote)
These Vipers embedding their fangs, 
it heightens the venom I’m getting to get in my zone,
So Oroborous, so Oroborous 
I’m forced to course on my porous organs 
Unfortunately my portraits morbid 
I’m watching gore flicks of body torture 
A poor defense towards a modern culture 
Where all the vultures absorb the horror
While I record decorum that they call offensive 
If they're all against it, of course I'm for it, 
Of course I'm foreign, 
I don't relate to herds
Their tongues stay forked 
Now eat your words
Two fingers up Im candelabra 
They camouflage just to mask the monsters 
Blackened mambas to anacondas 
Fangs in veins make me catatonic

HOOK

Perseus (Prod. by Ronny J)

SECRET CIRCLE

SATELLITE

ANTWON, WIKI, DESPOT (PRODUCED BY SHAWN KEMP)

SATELLITE FT. DESPOT (PRODUCED BY SHAWN KEMP)

My Own Anxiety

i made this riding a dolphin then riding my boyfriend

psychedlic dolphin <3

An instrumental from the forthcoming Flesh Weapon LP

The Further (feat. Cage)

recorded circa 2004 at daddy kev's pad in Echo Park, Los Angeles. this track was never released, but I figured it would be nice to give it away to fans of Eyedea to celebrate his life.

Tha Green Inferno Finale

WILLIAM BAKER

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