NYAMA (feat. PUPIL SLICER)

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Ashanti Mutinta, known professionally as Backxwash, is a Zambian-Canadian rapper and producer based in Montreal, Quebec. She is most noted for her 2020 album God Has Nothing to Do with This Leave Him Out of It, which won the 2020 Polaris Music Prize. more »

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The nothingness to which I aspire
Fed by parasites, they revel in every single second of the pain
Overwhelming, can't fix a problem that's rooted in the imperfection of my existence
The nothingness to which I aspire
Fed by parasites, they revel in every single second of the pain
Overwhelming, can't fix a problem that's rooted in the imperfection of my existence
I feel nervous when people are staring
The evil that carries
Is lethal and varied
Glaring
It's there in its deepest of currents
I need a piece
with a switch and a 'matic
Even the faggots need lethal advantage (boom boom boom boom)
I keep thinking bout Jesus of Nazareth
If he was that active
He'd spring into action
Maybe just Caesar would have it
And fear is protection without
The seers telling me that my future is caught shot dead in the mouth
Im paranoid when I step out the house
These pills makin it hard to hide
While my peers airing it out
Delicate how?
Now that you've mentioned it, wow
I'm wound up and I doubt they they let me live now
I don't need the embellishment
I'm just fearing the predicate
Of needing a weapon
And I think that I get it then
Cause if I can't live
Then you can't live
Blood is thicker than everything
The nothingness to which I aspire
Fed by parasites, they revel in every single second of the pain
Overwhelming, can't fix a problem that's rooted in the imperfection of my existence
The nothingness to which I aspire
Fed by parasites, they revel in every single second of the pain
Overwhelming, can't fix a problem that's rooted in the imperfection of my existence
Coca Cola kalashnikov
Scope coming from Wichita
Chrome colored
A shot into bone fractures
And shishkabob
The dome splatter
He's calling he won't answer
The phone hang up
Hanging outside with old yella
See where these hots headed
Now he's so hot headed
Victim turned pot kettle
Peace with a hot metal
And it's so sad that it's sickening
How I turned from victim to a villain
So what's to stop me
From grabbing a shotty
Putting 10 in my body
In the lobby
While the denizen's watching
And I hope that it's quicker
Than the sedatives, probably
With a note and a sticker
To remember me properly
See that's where I be heading
So why I keep pretendin'
There's a happy ending
When every second I get the message
Let me spell it on the record
Cause if I can't live
Then you can't live
Blood is thicker than everything
The nothingness to which I aspire
Fed by parasites, they revel in every single second of the pain
Overwhelming, can't fix a problem that's rooted in the imperfection of my existence

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