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Intro [Beat by Raan]
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I'm back with more raps
swinging a rusty battle axe on horseback fast as Door Dash
down to cut you, simple as it gets
I'm a pound of mushrooms but triple the effects
nuts within the mind
fail at times but you can trust I'll get it right
back to the scene covered in blood that isn't mine
bury the bodies inside a hole so big that a bus can fit inside
scariest tactics
mutilate in ways you can barely imagine
bury the hatchet in your body then I'll carry it back inside of various caskets
nothing is as scary as that shit
Superman, jump inside a phone booth, spit a scheme
grimier than old school Rza beats
pack you all in a casket so tight
even on the atomic level there's no room in between
anything I scribble with a pen
results in hellfire and sizzling of flesh
fuck killing you, I'd rather cripple you instead
with a 1-inch punch to the middle of your chest
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Subcon:
I'm about just at my wits end, with this pen
I sit instead of writing finding dread has crept in this head
thinking that I'm reaching for the brink and seeing its edge
fixed on this abyss and if I'll slip when gripping its ledge
I descend
deep into the pit exploring every bit of it's depth
pissed? yes, tested and recounting all my missteps
fists clenched losing my ambition fearing it's dead
with this said
I've never been obsessed with making dough or trying to get bread
other ways I get fed, my taste is diff-rent
the flavor that I like is on the mic reciting this text
but when it's gone I'm feeling wrong and feel a longing
it's alarming when the thing that you love becomes a slog
up in your noggin all this talking that wont stop and it's beyond
constant when I'm walking in the moment before the dawn
Sadida:
I'm just a soul, intentions are good and bad
better do the math, headed down a crooked path
look at that, survived, rest of them wouldn't have
Lost my mind, question if I put it back
'cus damn, making the same mistakes
pay for it day to day, maybe there's a way to save
probably not, stated in the games we play
and hate to say go change it with razor blades
'cus I've been down, beaten purple and blue
the world is so cruel, seen the worst it can do
learned to get through, breathe in herb and I'm cool
drown sorrows drinking bourbon so smooth
moments of self reflection like a mirror image
clearer vision whenever spirits lifted
hear the pistons revving as gears are shifted
'cus I can't be stopped, getting near the finish
Fubar:
it's dark where I'm from, starving for months
imagine it, having to cause bodily harm over crumbs
it's hard to discuss
I try and hold it in until it starts to erupt, into bars over drums
I'm stressed, in dire need of medicine indeed
for catharsis there is nothing better than a beat
but lately I'm so incredibly fatigued
I can't write, it feels like I'm never getting sleep
destined to shine
can't freestyle for shit but when I write I'm incredibly nice
people think that I'm possessed and they're technically right
I was twelve when he approached and I let him inside
now hell for a regular guy
is the equivalent of an eternity in Heaven for I
I'm a real piece of shit, I'll address it in time
but for now I'll just pretend I allegedly tried
I'm dumb yet incredibly wise
I don't need a religion I'm pretty good with a secular life
I know I'm dead the moment that my memories die
but if eternity's reality then let it be mine
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Verse 1:
passing any test
shoot you with the right then I'll stab you with the left
I'll be happy when you're dead
prepare for a tragedy again
like a bear I will tear your anatomy to shreds
twisted and odd, while I sit a the top
you can bring to my attention any issue you got
you think you're dope, I insist you are not
I'm equipped with a firearm, you show up with a stick and a rock
what I'm spitting is hot, better give me my props
I get better with every single tick of the clock
let me thicken the plot, you can sit and just watch
while I begin to raise Hell in the City of God
you're delusional thinking your joint will be a hit when it drops
I'll be laughing at the shit when it flops
if you're way bigger than me I'm lifting a glock
to leave you riddled with shots, I'm talking Biggie and Pac
Verse 2:
I'm a prophecy of doom, commonly assumed
it's impossible to prove 'til a lot of it ensues
I constantly improve, locked up in a room
yelling at the mic similar to Onyx in the booth
try and copy what I do
I'll punch you in the chest so hard that it'll separate your body into two
you're wack, that is honestly the truth
the equivalent of dog shit stuck to the bottom of my shoes
drunk Puerto Rican with a saw
you think that you run shit I suggest that you keep it to a crawl
I'm the anti-Christ, house has a steeple with a cross
skilled with a mic as Wolverine is with his claws
stop with the arrongance you're not as intelligent
and fuck your opinions I am not gonna let them in
anything I drop is a pestilence
I escaped Hell only to battle God at the end of it
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Verse 1:
hypothetically I breathe, never intervene
I need you to have faith without any evidence of me
next level pen, alphabetically unique
way prior to me learning my LMNOP's
mentally essentially a beast
I'm able to reach heights that not even Pegasus can reach
the way that I devastate a beat no one ever disagrees
is sicker than Old Testament disease
you're intelligent indeed
walk to a precipice and leap instead of trying to settle in your sleep
I'm the devil in your dreams, appear in your nightmares aggressively for weeks
'til you're begging me to cease
Chorus:
welcome to my gallery of madness
only 5'9" but my gravity is massive
savage will attack with a hatchet or an ax with
the intention to cut your anatomy to fractions
Verse 2:
allow me to set it
known to annihilate but "how?" is the question
numerous body parts found in the session
God-like, letting people drown as a lesson
down in the trenches, yet another bout with depression
that'll beat me to the ground if I let it
that's the reason why people doubt I'm a legend
the reason that no one will ever bow in my presence
I'm angry at times, tragedy awoke
the animal inside that'll grab you by the throat
systematically oppose, callous when approached
you're looking to test knowing you're fragile as a rose
in your mind you imagine you are captain of the boat
practically a GOAT and unanimously dope
when you're actually a joke
that'll be the case 'til the day they are lowering your casket in a hole
Chorus:
welcome to my gallery of madness
only 5'9" but my gravity is massive
savage will attack with a hatchet or an ax with
the intention to cut your anatomy to fractions
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Verse 1:
nowadays it's damn near impossible to write
I'm honestly not even responsible this time
I'm old, memory bank is nominal in size
(it) takes about a day just to jot a fucking line
it's absurd, nothing was as simple as writing a bar
I use to write in the middle of driving a car
nowadays I try and live and survive with a scar
hoping I can have it manumitted at night when it's dark
wishing I was driven to make count
my only life as king, despite being given a fake crown
why is it it feels like I live in a strange house?
looking to execute a prison escape now
it's not easy when depressed and it seems like there isn't a way out
wishing to lay down
instead, I constantly envision a grey cloud
that follows me around while I sit in this cave mouth
Verse 2:
I feel denigrated and forgotten as well
it doesn't feel like heaven, am I rotting in Hell?
use to pray to god knowing that he's not gonna help
it's more probable I'll find him while I'm locked in a cell
now I'm trying to ignite so I'm writing just to write
dying to rewind even times I didn't like
anxiety is nigh so the timing isn't right
nearly nonexistent than it quietly arrives
irony is I, sobriety is nice
but why in the fuck is it I'm crying every night?
undeniably a guy full of violence in his mind
got a split personality that rightfully is mine
suicidal by design, given what I'm rhyming on the mic
it is certainly surprising I'm alive
it's entirely implied
was given a contract by Lucifer himself and I signed it on the line
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Verse 1:
currently I'm numb, type that'll murder you for crumbs
run from the person I've become
when I drink a combination of bourbon and a rum
better jump out a WINDOW, it's CURTAINS when I'm drunk
people like to act like they're larger than life
knowing they're incapable of even harming a fly
barbarous type, jarring your mind
arsonist-like the way I bring fire with the bars that I write
I'm EDDIE BROCK, you would think a shark was in sight
when I BITE HEADS OFF having a MARVELous time
I'm ROCK SOLID, way I tear appendages apart with a line
is actually a little HARD to describe
nowadays I have to wait for the stars to align
before I'm able to sit and even start with a rhyme
but then it FLOWS, prose that is dark as the night
you would need to assemble NOAH'S ARK to survive
Verse 2:
I'm clever on a page, step and get erased
F, U, first couple of letters in my name
I am better than the greats
basically I'm Nate when he Stockton slapped Connor McGregor in the face
I am angry, tell me what the fuck am I to do?
when I'm pissed off at the world and stuck inside a room
I'll MUMMIFY buffoons, anyone who doesn't try and move
leave them looking like a BUTTERFLY'S COCOON
with a child-like punch
leave you with a hole you can LOOK INTO kind of like a PRIVATE EYE does
I am FINAL FIGHT tough
SPINNING CLOTHESLINE, then I'll shoot you in the face with a rival GUY's gun
use to listen to Wu-Tang and idolized Pun
knowing when the silent nights come
they'd illuminate the darkness, kind of like a fire fly does
played with the demons people try and hide from
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Verse 1:
I'm taking a quick break from listening to tracks
sitting in the back, reminiscing of the past
sick of what I am
the way I go from happy to despondent in less than a minute and a half
I frequently visualize an image of my dad
getting crushed with bear hugs, while sitting on his lap
wishing I could pay him a visit as a man
to interrogate with every single mintute that I have
empathy is fading, this is what I lack
my integrity is dwindling and slipping through the cracks
I am twisted it's a fact, known as the pinnacle of rap
enraged when the mission is to laugh
you are currently listening to a pessimist talk
who may have to experience his death on cross
to see potential at all, essentially lost
looking to find himself again whatever the cost
Verse 2:
again in a maze that I intend to escape
but I never really do at the end of the day
yet I keep at it with every single breath that I take
keeping distance from every single friend that I've made
meant to be great, let me engage using a pen as a blade
looking to fight but eventually change
you'd be astonished, difference that a century makes
but then it's too late, you die at an incredible age
when I look into a mirror I'm staring at my enemy's face
that's a reality I'll never escape
I'm mentally drained, dealing with construction on memory lane
looking to flee from the mess that I've made
semi-afraid I've led you astray with my Determinist brain
but does it ultimately matter the direction you take?
it's a game called "life" all you need is the intention to play
and then you're dead in a grave
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Verse 1:
it starts with a grudge
foundational hatred is hard to expunge
I hold it inside until it starts to erupt
dark as they come, far from in love
I'm tearing people apart just for fun
I evolve, embarked on a mission to adapt
now I'm One Punch Man with unlimited attacks
sneak into your house while you're listening to trash
take a plastic butter knife and stick it in your back
I was dead, gone for a minute now I'm back like Lazarus
lighting up the path with halogens
I'm mad disasterous with raps and battle shit
no stages but I'm still as bad as cancer is
managing of stress by attacking with a pen
rejoice, you are battling the best
I'm as savage as it gets, stab you in the chest
then I'll grab you by the neck and decapitate your head
Verse 2:
I conquer and divide with a sharp knife
leave people looking like they died from a shark bite
for Passing Me By on the Pharcyde
lines that I archive
will follow you like beams I release from my eyes like I'm Darkseid
brute with a hatchet, asking him to battle is the stupidest tactic
you'll get your ass kicked
voilence on a level you're not able to truly imagine
it is time for me to prove it with action
dude's an assassin
Ryu in a match throwing Hadukens in practice
hurricane kick that induces a backflip
beat is nice? Jesus Christ, you'll see me turn into Judas and stab shit
I do have a soul, I just keep it in a vault
I've got problems that only evil can resolve
inner demon has evolved, people I involve
die a horrible death, think of Jesus on the cross
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Fubar:
for a burger and fries I'd be down to cut you
I trip like I ingested a pound of mushrooms
it's actually simple I'm the best
it's impossible to kill someone who officially is dead
now enjoy any of the crap I'm admitting to
all I see are graves and I'm back with some digging tools
only trying to help, but that isn't even true
punch you in the face, try and rap with a missing tooth
wicked indeed, throwing hooks at ridiculous speeds
you will survive by the skin of your teeth
I am a beast, practically live in the trees
I make atheists out of any Christian emcees
people quiet as fuck when I approach and spit to the beat
then talk negative the minute I leave
I'm BACK BROKE as fuck, ready to lift it and squeeze
HORSING AROUND will turn you into CHRISTOPHER REEVES
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Fubar:
what attacks me mentally
is knowing that the only thing I have is legacy
but it won't even last a century
usually it feels like my ass is seventy
son's asking me to play but I lack the energy
still I'm able to lift weights and such
and I have enough time to get shit-faced and drunk
I ruminate trying to predict days to come
knowing secretly I carry a disdain for love
mistakes with drugs, big day for us
when I quit but it left me a bit strange and nuts
but now you can hear me on mixtapes and stuff
not rapping like I'm carrying big chains and guns
actually a threat, why is it I'd rather be upset?
trying to keep whatever sanity is left
immortality or death, reality, pretend
the line gets blurred with what I crafted with the pen
special set of skills, yet I'll never get a mill
with a cup that is empty, I better get it filled
I'm a pessimist, nothing will change 'til I pass away
embrace what I have to say, instead of trying to praise me with accolades
quite simple yet I aim to elaborate
interpreting the pain as I navigate
brain like a dagger blade, frame full of gamma rays
thoughts that'll turn you into waste in a shallow grave
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Verse 1:
what a life, living it the best that I can
undeniably my clinical depression is back
I try and fight it convinced that I'm better than that
looking to liberate any of the stress that I have
yet again with a pen an a pad writing irrelevant trash
seeking what I fundamentally lack
mentally trapped, had a Vietnam War veteran dad
who's involvement was never the plan
all I do is ventilate and confess what I am
and don't expect you to listen to the end of the track
it's all essentially wack
no difference at all, nothing that sets me apart from the rest of the map
my enemy's back to instigate incredibly fast
I'm pissed off yet it's hard for me to sense when I am
I used to pray, asked if I'm destined to laugh or meant to be sad
nothing but silence when the questions were asked
Verse 2:
evil as they come, brain that is lethal as a gun
I inadvertently hurt the people that I love
haunted by a needle full of blood
a good night's sleep is essentially illegal where I'm from
now I tell people to die, knowing what the future is
basically the kid from The Omen in a uterus
chronically depressed, phobias are numerous
blended with anxiety I told you I ain't new to this
been plagued, eternally cursed
certainly worse than anyone you've heard with a verse
worst of the worst, looking to return to the Earth
without any regard for any person he hurts
don't matter if it's family or friend I'm as savage as it gets
living life with a hatchet in my neck
my humanity is dead
I fail when I try and enjoy life believing that a tragedy is next
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Fubar:
ain't nobody give a fuck about your hardships
people loving it and bumping all this garbage
initially blind but I adjusted to the darkness
and now you wack fucks are nothing but a target
I'm nice, Gandhi or Jesus
minus the fact that I am not with the peace shit
ready to divide and conquer what I drop is egregious
AXE (ask) somebody you're getting CHOPPED INTO PIECES
people getting mad over lines I mention
when I don't give a fuck, you can die offended
this is light work, bringing you the fire and the pyrotechnics
spectacle that Christ intended
bear witness to the fact that you shouldn't be alive
you now see I'm nothing but a crook in a disguise
you mistook me for a guy
who wouldn't rob you blind the moment that you look up to the sky
Monster Clique, keep, fucking around
you'll get a kick to the nut sack and a punch to the mouth
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technically alive yet I'm dead to you all
usually think that I'm right while essentially wrong
I've got skeletons that I've embedded in walls
you couldn't fathom what they would say if they ever could talk
mentally strong but plagued with degenerate thoughts
the moment that he's happy is the moment that the enemy calls
writing such incredible songs
looking to keep it up, hoping he will never exhaust
I try and take calculated risks most of the time
but there's no denying it I've been broken inside
I used to pray, never did show me a sign
when all I really needed was a quick moment of time
live only to die, spit flows that ignite
attempting to right wrongs and give hope to the blind
if you saw what I saw you'd singe both of your eyes
I persevere even if it is hopeless at times
surgery's a must
clinical psychology determined I am nuts
I'm paranoid and the older I get the worst that I become
living life without a single person I can trust
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Outro [Beat by Raan]
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