Lyrics:
in the Sawpit
His guts ripped out as the
Blades sink down into his skin
Tortured forever
Raped by the Sawpit
Screaming and resisting
He tries to break
because your girl wanna hawk me
Jock me clock me watch me mutilate the mic
Rip it apart, shatter your brain when I strike
Add a syringe of raps
built up my own fucking Private Island!
Bangarang, Captain Hook
Black mustache and a dapper look
I'm the feather in the cap of the seven seas
And you
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
Nazi lie talk
Nigga you'll wake up with your fucking dick on the sidewalk
You're castrated dry park and left over skins
So get stomped bloodless, by
her throat wetter, I fly by and leave no feathers
Rock a wife beater in cold weather, brown skin nigga, I'm a gold metal
All my watches on demon time,
the mall out
Fuck the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
Fuckin' real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
Mechanized prosthetic limbs
Scars littered across the skin
They replaced all my guts
I am held by bolts and nuts
My robotic plastic eyes
My brain is
misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic?
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
Unfortunately, there's no rocket ships
It's inevitable, there's no stopping this
If I were a zombie, I'd never eat your brain
I'd just want your heart, yeah, I'd
a theory of everything that makes due sense
But don't you know
Whether quantum or dynamic
In thought or by standard
That the moment you know something it
Encephalopod, summoned by god
Comes out at midnight, stays up til dawn
Encephalopod, mountainous brain
Every thought he has fills him with pain
aunty hated
Whipped my black ass, threw my bag pack what you gonna call that, aunty's hatred
My brain's retarded but never stopped me from eating grains
counting my blessings
Cause I know my life can be took in a second
You better start stressin'
Cause the devil on earth with a crew and weapons
My brain they
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
It's splittin' motherfuckers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. are-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock
I'm Aristotle working in my dome
Until the light starts generating pure thought
Like a shot to the brain showering cosmic drops
Trying to get it out
blows a smirk cross the monarchs
Where we at a sunburn turns into skin cancer
An undying faith covered up by non-answers
We strive for perfection, but
Cause you give that brain like an Ivy league alumni (yeah)
Damnit little mami thick she can get the motherload
She love a light skin ride it like
Memento, a poem about rape by Spicky Boy Bronx
Soy enojado, I'm angry, I'm sorry, lo siento
I'm trying to get better, but I got this memento
of black earth, gutted and uncoupled from the patchwork
Buried by a seven year cherub in the backyard
Epitaph and all
Disciple of the cycles and sciences,
love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a young'n stomach
You niggas better take
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