1. |
Paint (P.A.I.N.T.)
03:29
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I stay up
I stay twisted
They gave a cup
And I mixed in it
The paint that alchy elixir
More clear the faster the picture
I stay up
I stay twisted
I light up
I find penance
I put on for all my digression
This ain't the gig, its test shift
This ain't the main
This that looking down the plane
Not knowing how to change the situation you made
FACES
It's the faceless pointing at your brains and then
Bookin it one take basis
This the fate you replacing
Your currency baseless, your gods lost their faitb in 03
Am I only the only who gon stay the fuck in they seat
They land is under seize
PAINT
Rainin
Plan an indelible new terrain
You just maintaining the mainframe system sound
Train bangs, same lane you laid slain
Down in the tracks you remain pained about the same things
Day after day
Look up in the sky and that shit is grey
Fuck you mean it's here to stay
Fuck you mean it's pay to play
Fuck you think, fuck your thought
whatchu thinkin, what's yo plot
Whatchu say we try blow up the core of what's rotten
I got my paint you got yo mask
You concentrate I'll spray the TASK
You lost your faith I'll take it back
They washed your waves, I'll make you listen
force em into submission
Ric flair woop up in this prisim
I been boomin for a minute
This life a spoof of a prison
My life proof of somn different
I'm on my time, that's my business
And they tryna kill the witness
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2. |
Future Plus
04:15
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welcome to the last train
Welcome to the lost cause
Welcome back to everything you forgot was lost
This whatchu listen to while waiting on the platform
Tell me whatchu thinking riding on the way home
Plastered doors painted floors and dreams awaiting
Broken teeth those sheep look up aint no escaping
Them Trojan doors lay somn never see
how you know what's really real
How do you really know that you ain't me
What you think this is
What you thought it was
Is what it's really been
Where you really from
what's it coming to
what's your final Destination
Banging at the train station
Bank statements
Fuck elite, been extreme
Bitch Been lethal, I been C, ain't never seen
30K, plugged in deep 120 V
left side, Two seat, 1 screen and it's all me cousin
Two tit nuclear sea cousin
Where the grit meets flow, that's the beach cousin
That's surf line rumbling
Never mistake me for them another man
Life's decks hard and I'm shuffled in
No matter the weathermen,
Channel cannibals, ox tales and aki, akai
Stretch slicing time like padre de hijo still alive
Part of this divine
Part of this fucked to the head
Sent my crow high up, now I'm hip to the feds
Every night I hop in bed, nothing but plots on my mind
Like how'd these motherfuckers ruin my life and take my time
So I'ma snatch it back
Every second an act of treason
Against you sucka cats
Buck it jack, con from the top floor
get this body bag
Been on bread since before I sliced up in the air port
squares, four on the floor, pastors dad at the door where I perform now
go on now, sharp like the sword out
Go all out, I paint pictures like I'm in court now
The wettest out, ven-debted pan-o-ram manic depend on a half a pen to empty to the mental, it's heavy
Kill a prius to carry on the venom packed into the crete secreting from the seven metal
Hair too long for the kevins, feds line up on the board, I bet em negative
Friend of benefit (BENEFFFIIIT)
My percentage is 1 ahead of where you ever been
Ever will go, slow into recall, anti-rico
Aint never seen snow
That ice recedes slow
They got that remote
I see you emote because that flow choppy
I redefine jawns with a one word pivot, buff often
How you gon stop me
I
Ima Main event mafia hitter
My line, take a bite you get insomnia
That drip sleep rest, no resuscitate on the wrist
Realest of life you never lived so I'll ask you gain
Whatchu
What you think this is
What you thought it was
Is what it's never been
Where you stemming from
what's this coming to
what's your final Destination
Banging at the train station
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I've seen this pattern before, pattern before
I've seen the paint on the door, the paint on the floor
I painted that door I remember the scent
Remember the building blurred by as they went
Remember the bird had a flash at the check
They point at your eyes, they can see you pretend
They gave you that pen and you runnin it dry
Shaking you up and you letting it out
Spot on the wall, you bang on it proud
But that's what they want, you ain't underground
You paint it up loud and they know where you at
They know it's your first and your first is your last
Fire to burner and burner to gas
How you kill time, your burn up the past
Learn a disaster
Faster you die deadly dependent on how fast you ride
You give 'em a peace and piece of your time
Cling on your seat and look deep in they eyes
Life is a dream and you waking up fast
Swipe on the daily, they eat of your pass
First heard of the ride 'cause this is my last
You up on your dime but lost all your sense
Look how fast it goes
Round and round it knows
You got lost before
Lock the door and check your pulse
Coming close and open road
Pump the hose and dose
Hoppin over hopes and hoax
Doing Overt Plots Embalmed, mind is DOPE
Gotta fight the notion you is floating when you really sunk
Scratched sticker, wrote on the wall, bitch I'm really up
Hopping out this motherfucker looking like a stick a dope
They wanna ride
You let em know
Watchu sleepin on
Laughing gas these hazmats, fat cats
Lining 'em up like ass cracks
Center blow up and this might go more lit than that
Now there ain't no train and there ain't no PAINT and there ain't no TASK
You in bed 28 and you missed your class
Tripped, hit the sink, and stepped on glass
You ain't no fantasy
Is it real, are you peeled, are you up to see when the first get killed
Is it real, are you peeled, are you on the feet when they kick that feeling in
Think again, everything you speak is peak and then
It's gone and you wake up and dawns on you was dreaming then
Now your life gon feel pretend
Put on ties and speed on 10
Lace those beans and wait on weeks to end, face those ceiling fans
Late don't seem to bring an end
Sand in glass gon spin again
She's your queen, can't breathe her in
UTC your king again
Faster you die deadly dependent on how fast you ride
You give 'em a peace and piece of your time
Cling on your seat and look deep in they eyes
Life is a dream and you waking up fast
Swipe on the daily, they eat of your pass
First heard of the ride 'cause this is my last
You up on your dime but lost all your sense
Look how fast it goes
Round and round it knows
You got lost before
Lock the door and check your pulse
Coming close and open road
Pump the hose and dose
Hoppin over hopes and hoax
Doing Overt Plots Embalmed, mind is DOPE
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4. |
Streetlamp
02:11
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Hiding in the wires shoved undernea the city your thoughts is
buried
Under the concrete
Manusystem
Who the ruler in the land live in
The same mookie who's plots closeted
It’s the voodoo psuedo side effect
Is this the character I'm fittin
innocence dies from dunes to fumes
who's the goons who's the motherfucking gods
Is this is a ride
Is this is a ride
What the motherfucking time
Johnny Rip you of signs,
Everything alive just around again
there go that sound again
Whatchu hear when you riding the screams when the siren ends
Ain't not light at the end
Just another tunnel
Another mightve been if he didn't lose sight of himself
The misguided title themselves
True blue tiedyed, tried dying by eyeing
glass saw design strung by elves as the powder melt
Realest state you ever lived in
So I'll ask again
who's the goons
Who's the motherfucking gods
There's a difference and I can feel it in your eyes
Can hear it in your rhymes you not even spitting
I been building enterprise, takin residence in this city
Underneath where the realest been sitting and sick
Less than the rich
Arrested development can't be fixed
Only destroyed
Pour it, stuff in the side of they necks
Water to the land they forgot to defend
Surging out they pores, finna hydrate, Line in the sand, glass at the morgue
I will pirate you
Under the street light
Got a quart and a street bike
Why I can't sleep right
Cause I got nothing left to lose except everything I move in
Only one train in this city and its cost a clock to jiffy in
But a lot of epiphany bout how we livin as levels rise again
Raise and deposit
boss get doxed, it aint lost they just got the pin
Swipe it again
The faucet taint the pots and the pans
They got to the bread
Repeat and rise em again
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5. |
Reap
04:25
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water gets higher everytime I take a toke
Block on fire to my back beat, go ahead smoke
See Towns heard the sounds leaked underneath the ground seeped what swept Most ill regurgitate what they soaked in
Threw up, throw up
the shits at both ends
Train terrains sub attain to the loc's head a tone that won't be heard, less boasted on the low
End focus is a no to the folks who don't take note of the notices
We spraying on board saying "you been fucked" bucko, here's the bill
They grunt like "we ain't know" [grunt ad lib]
Well now our paint is low, and the spill a lethal a dose
And you only care if your taxes low
How you can breathe a bracket when the zone is cracked, fact is matter hazard
You living like an addict
Passive to the rapture, and gassed it back to your ha-bits
Passing halves on rafts still laughing at the mavericks
Rations
That's all you'll be feasting on
Feeding off, reap it all, how you beat the cost
Sowing out, showing up and feeling grim
This how you live
How you fix?
This just how it is
Ain't no asking how to around, you bound to the transit
Count to the landing
Waiting on a fantasy
Banking on a plane that feigned it wasn't counterfeit
Acid reigns down and you happy you're drowning in it
stick your tongue out
Budding cancer on your lungs
earth is burning up they say this how it always was
You]] took em at face value
Wait
Wait take some valium
Laced with a major case for nothing as an outcome
Louder isn't power, it's just what they stuck in your head
Like a gun you was fed
Bow to the mega-man power
There's a lot you can fix
Locked to how many hours you pen
Clocked lost into a coward's abyss
Dowry meddle a gift
Peddle rhetoric to benefit settlement
Shore sure is menacing, line sinking ito
Bedding where atlantis sit
Heading to
A rancid dance of abandoning every thing you knew
Dance adapt and assume that you ain't moving for an hour or a slew of your life
They gas you up, Rev ya muff like you Sucking the pipe
tell you what it's just for fun like we riding in a circle
hit the curb
Passenger face to earth
only one truth for certain
That's commercial death
per person to circumvent
The worst of pests
Relative size, the worse it can get
I got one lung
Half ayahuasca and acid
What you tripping on I passed,
Twice, it's back in my lap again
Another gasp hazardous
Peep the fashion, how it's gone to shit
Marvel at the wack, brass tax with no Astonishment
Facet Era fire water cup, sip and grin
Passing on a staff, last crack puff kin as you miss
Passion
That's all you'll be sleeping on
Feeding off, reap it all, how you beat the cost
Sowing out, showing up and feeling grim
that's how you live
How you fix it?
shit that's just how it is
Ain't no asking how to around, you bound to the transit
Count to the landing
Waiting on a fantasy
Banking on a plane that feigned it wasn't counterfeit
Acid reigns down and you happy you're drowning in it
Fiend that, cap cracked, can feel the salt
Black ash, flame back, can fuel the soul
Bone last, no long tabs in pack a four
Door cashed, poor cats back, to defends the soil vast
Pork fast, rats catch the 10 to 4 shifts
all fact abort past to harvest organs
Pump gas, work ya ass and hate your morningg
tint they vans, warp themselves to get sworn in
tilt they fans, take a stand, in the middle sit
Venom same taste rank as the medicine
Drip drank kill the saint, taint the menacing
Afford a tank, rape the bank curve the bell alarming in
Partisan, divide a line and compart and them
No time when kin die to get your mourning in
Lie tied in every cough you been been holding in
Have a fit, spill the liquid, sour you been harboring
Part of this lives something different
I Called it in the past, yall gon be swimming
Whether it's shit or the luck depend on whos winning
At the end of the day this pane gon keep spinning
so pave a way fade a way and keep it fiscal
run a k
30 renegade, rejoice I missed u
Burn n lay wash on the bay ash n fizzle
caught a taste, pay for the case
And you can bet that's official
Stick it right in your face and that'll miss you
Every time a sun shine is a vigil
every night roll the die, hopes to live few
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6. |
Corporation One
03:32
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Trees picking up and they catching the wind
Stake out every knock, owl knot let you in
Laid down all tracks but you lapping to win
A map is inking out every scratch of the pen
Never used one
But I'm still
Looking over shoulders
call me cuffed crazy I see a somn in that lotus
bees be running around me and they seem tohat be in focus
These Chirps all un a sequence and no one peepin to notice
Or they all in on the fauxness
that's why I stay posted underneath
Air as toxic as hop on the sea
Ain't enough woppin in these pocketz to leave
profit on these web traps
Slinging on a phone
sweeping fingers to just Snap cash
Coming on the scene and run legal man setback
Every piece scenery built by a seedy entity be flouduing some peace but seek an opp to leak energy long as they see some penny or panties, no penalties, money and canopies
Cut down
A flock in the dust now
Where every single peep a copy of a source sound
How these birds looked like before they had lenses
How you thought before the Ferns had antennas
before the dirt was extension of the state
And any dirt in ya head was displayed on a saucer in space
Block to face got fucked up and paranoid
wired laced loose sparking up like an android
Smoke dope n rolling something
pesticides got me going numb
Up and over through the solar guns
Body transform into plasma gum
Chewed up and spit it out of a gate, sun man made rain wider everyday cause they fakein a matrix it's ain't the states that you laid, blunt to the face and a brunt to your fate gained nothing in ages
brain train only transportation
That's that five gram eighth shit
that's that not say shit but know every word because you looking at my face shit
Look you in the eyes and I know they wash your brain waves with
acid on the radio automate generations
like they did in the 80s and every other fucking decade
You ain't been same since the first man made
Off top, they tracing this
Got my face in the latency
They own the ground you walking kn why they making a space to ship
Cause they know tainted it is
Put a chip up in my mind bust a mission to erase
Case in
check
got us feeling same shit
Wasted
Next
yet Another duplication
Rain is talking to the rest trees
and the rays followed by the bees
And this flower that I chief
Ain't a different reason I find hard to breathe
nature not what it seem
Bark got a UPC, far from lucid
SKU on QVC, they got to choose it
Who stays and who 8 ball read
Who preys and which Saint gets seen
natch ain't been clean since 8 AD
cause its all owned by same LC
Corporation one
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Smile motherfuckers you alive
You made it out the other side, bad news the world still cold
Your family's dead
And your bathroom full of mold
But, but
motherfucker you alive
You made it out the other side
And it's all part of the ride so strap in and get busy with me
Tell me it's all good baby
but sometimes we ain't is we
That's when the paint sprays the Cylinder
distance whistle, misty veil skew the face
over rails pump the race criminal
have some faith, you made yourself in this this space Liminal
And have a passion in this place literal
cause You grown out the ground you spit on
Sound never die that's what I live for
beyond axis how I spin on
When that last breath finish you ain't gone feel different,
Jussa empty hole ain't nothin ain't never gon fit in
Cough n spit, fulfill the risen
from now on that's flow you livin you are the void you fill in
So cry mf you alive
You paint bled the other side
your breath same the same as mine right
Every second chance to See divine light
Anything less go get your mind right
Fuck what you thought
This what you think
It's out my lines
My vibe and my time fleeting
Fuck yo TV unless the dubs be in post season
Now theres
No reason not to appreciate the treason
Kill ya masters, wack a bastard if they fist ain't feedin ya
But look at yourself straight up and ask where the seeding from
taskaint the only thing that be mucking up your blood
You be pissing out the mud and asking why my shoes dirty
Man you plead guilty and then sweat the verdict
It's a uni verse, so get your form up and discernment
if you want a breath of fresh air you
Gon earn it
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Collar John San Diego, California
Adobe House Records.
"I produce and I rap too."
Existence through indelible words and transcendental sounds.
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