1. |
Desert
02:50
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everything in slow motion
I'm half paniced
at the thought of a commotion
half here for it
I miss it, too morbid
for my own good
I sing a grim chorus
a staccato note like a deep cut
I'm no thug
but they're tellin me I am one
but I been better than anyone in my place
by not breakin their faces for bank when I pray
got my hand in the plate
one foot in the grave
live fast die young as i race
aim for cover
I'm worse than i was as a youngin'
but i come out swingin'
black blocks onto something
thats the truth
though it seems uncommon
the comment is easy as lyin' I promise
got 16 bars they're all awesome
We're causing a problem
were offin your honors
im seeing things
like a grams in my tea
like a tracer or aesir seers
in my seat
still on my own no belief
in peace
that comes after just backin up me
till it breaks
the shakiest faith
in anything other than me
I've seen what they create
we're either gonna mask up
act in a rage
or im adding an asterisk next to your name
kinda sound like a narcisisist
I don't trust what i hear, 'cause its often a myth
like a flower that you shouldnt pick
or eat
but narcisus look like a treat
get it?
im thirty years in an indefinite sentence
in debt and gettin injured with interest
invariably they'll be tellin me that i get what i send in
why im pickin every pocket that aint paying attention
whoo
not a problem at all
cause i call bluffs
might throttle your squad if you step up
got a cause in my heart like a knife thrust
for burnin a precinct down and doin' donuts
or else aiming to start one of the two
truths putting anger to use
look
I been that
seen the true cost
and got no regrets to tattoo on
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2. |
Pull
03:06
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i think my brains trying to kill me
im kinda tryna kill it
im getting pulled to chems
probably acting like a nusiance
now im back in shoes with no holes
got the oddest rep that you could cop on the gulf coast
im obviously kinda of a goner, too broke
look, kid im not cocky, flow is all ghost
I'm swinging brass knuckles
crackin' whole bones
A -C -A -B
we're aimin', no joke
I wanna see you fash fall flat
come throw your hands up
I know you cant scrap
your livin a sitcom
your backin' the wrong class
i bettin' they'll be gone
the second that we clash
I'm not fuckin around
might burn city hall to the ground
might tour to your town
come to write up a riotous sound
Might do like de cleyre and declare theres no crown
I said I don't think it makes sense
he only had one thing to say and its this:
"live fast
and die young"
I'm a dead man walkin
rapping over organs
really finished talking
torchin all your fortress
googling detournment
seems ironic
rich folks think kids hearin my records a problem
no need to flip
kid i admit
i dont play in a way the comfortable would permit
we dont got time
not when they take lives
we've all seen cops holding guns like a ladder to meet christ
well
dead anarchists are tellin us sure
you could say the states a kind of a church
either way I aint sayin' no sirs
or payin a single tithe
hope all you alt-right types take a walk in the tide
im rappin' in molotovs
pass em at armored cars
... still trying to get enough water and sleep
like old gods in the deep
the only option I'd probably peep
is getting ready to rock
I'm slingshottin' you sheep
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3. |
Marathons
03:56
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Pensacola's all soliders and tourists
all capitalists killin' forests
more concrete every day
less star light each night that im awake
rich folks think peace is a house in the woods
or wherever the poor been pushed
goods get imported
the works for convenience sake
the new shop is up
the landlord is paid
the new lease is a bit more every year
new wages the same as the old
I'm no seer
but i see that
I need a tool pack
the kind full of dynamite and IDs stat
I think we can make it better
if we just pull ourselves together
I think we can make it work
if we just put our fists up
Seen drugs turn weird like once wasnt enough
but these cops only look for a bust
heard a friends brother had died in his arms
in a slip up cuz the plug thought he was involved with the law
seen friends too high and changed
while treatment centers talk guilt and then grace
in a country that treats you like you did wrong
for not praying the heroin out of your arm
and call cops when theyre beggin' for change
when bodies are dead in the grave, they start sayin'
they dont know what happened
like they aint acting
saying someone should help its so tragic
I think we can make it better
if we just pull ourselves together
I think we can make it work
if we put our fists up first
picture a place that I cant speak of
our fists up
chasin' the klan as they run
heads high
and then God as my witness
this dem complained we all rained on her picnic
nobody'll admit they hate
but stayin' neutral makes them complicit, the same
yall see protests and just get pissed
at the traffic and not all the nazis and shit
can you not just admit the perk of your side
is unearned privilege for anyone white
that can't slide
so its fuck what you thought
you can either get with it or get lost
the process is strange
you say your awake
but that state dont force a change
see, its the act of putting those words into action
to tear this whole thing down and refashion it
to something against all the rich
opposed to the cops and the klan and their tryst
how many mother fuckin meetings i been in
where folks talk big and still miss everything since?
dont wanna be angry
i dont want the violence realizing
its all that they gave me
and life could be so much more
but we gotta stop waiting around for concord, cause
I think we can make it better
if we just pull ourselves together
I think we can make it work
if we just put our fists up
I think we can make it better
like the weather is cold and im patchin a sweater
I'm sure we can make it work
like a witch on a curse
or my voice on a verse
see I'm needin' the mic
like a bottle or fifth
or a molotov straight in the face of a pig
I'm pickin' my words
like a flower from dirt
seedin' the beat
I'm the actual worst
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4. |
Sleep Run
03:12
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6. |
Marlo
03:04
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7. |
Deco
03:01
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Johnny Panic Pensacola, Florida
Florida riot rap. Crown crusher/ Void spitter.
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