I forfeit, my cores in torment
my soul must forget, my war with porcelain
i'm more than morbid, disturbed distorted
important to say the least, yo fuck your horse shit
with evil endorsements and homies that smoke weed
of course enjoy it, perfection is guaranteed
i'm born to be a devil and rock some angels wings
same day, that Richard the Lionheart was crown king
i'm so stoned, enclosed in my home
alone, i'm so numb, i'm dumb cause i'mma a stoner
but i'm in love with hip hop and music
and maybe, someday, somehow i'll be the damn owner
cause i'm the rawest, awaiting my nostradamus
the monster up on the beats they all call beholder
on my shoulder are demons who throw boulders,
i'm so stoned, i'm stoked to get stoned-er
You should stop
I got few loose thoughts
Not screws, but a few crews taught
If your art ain't skewed by the dark just stop
I forfeit
My lord extorts flesh
A tortured soul gets what they should, correct?
Bring it back
The future isn't what you're ready for yet
Stacks of ash covering your warm bed
Attach to your past to what classmate had you most stressed
Attack synapses trying to form in your head
They can't get passed an ever-present Taurus
He's ran by man
And has the same motives
We left a trail of ooze so move lightly
My heavy trodden path deforms and turns slightly
More forward towards the proverbial light, please
Soar with those scores of incorrigible right wings
FIghting my team post edit
Your life's been wiped clean, no credit
I'm all about sightseeing, so instead of
Hiding in your basement lets do something better
You're bringing whips and chains?
My tongue can do the same
The sentiment's been drained
Now only sin remains
Could have corrected all the shame
But you've been a player in love with games
Found a fraction of some fame
Frantically fashioned a feeble team
Which in my eyes might drive a drink down my beak
If I awoke one day as a shepherd with no sheep
And everything I speak became an echo back to me
I'd be just about as bitter
Your nice family's abandoning you.
You should stop
I got few loose thoughts
Not screws, but a few crews taught
If your art ain't skewed by the dark just stop
This new EP from producer Fil Jackson will thrill fans of underground hip-hop with its dense atmospherics & a feature from rapper Lungs. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2023