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by P.O.S

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released January 27, 2017

Recorded by P.O.S and Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway Studios and Stef’s house
“Wearing A Bear” recorded by BJ Burton at BJ’s house
“Get Ate” recorded at Gerald’s house

Mixed and engineered by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway Studios
“Wearing A Bear” mixed by BJ Burton

Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering

Executive produced by Lazerbeak and P.O.S

Joe Mabbott and Lady Midnight sang all over this album

Photography and design by Brian Hart
Lettering by Crystal Quinn

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Track Name: Born A Snake
Oh why
Yeah yeah

I got em screaming so loud that they can't
Look me in the face
Or look the other way

It's confusing up the whole life now
And a can’t
Can't slither away
I feel a kinda way

Fuck them feelings
Got a head start
Yeah yeah
Chewing up the scenery
Gotta keep it moving
Ain't no other way to breathe for me

Rock a dirty shine that makes
These heathens wanna speak to me
Demons wanna hide and seek
They burrow in and ride for free

And oh wows what I'm prolly thinking every single day
They fucking kidding me
An You never seen a Brighter black cloud
And it's beautiful but it won't go away
I'm tired of the rain
Someone cover me


Oh why Oh why
Why I born a snake?


Oh why im sucha mutt
Oh why im so fucked
My skin too tough
Trust no one
Bust up them big drums shut up
No words enough to cover
What the action is
Hiding from whatever love is trying to
Find an entrance in

Back against whatever I can back against
No one wins
Fact and fiction blend who's keeping track again
Let em in
Begging please just lie to me
We can suffer silently
Dagger up my abdomen
Empty every fucking cavity please

Oh why
Why I born a snake?

You never seen a Brighter black cloud
And it's cool and all but it won't go away
I'm tired of the rain

Oh why Oh why Oh why Oh why
Why I born a snake?
Oh why Oh why Oh why Oh why
Why I born a snake?
Track Name: Wearing A Bear
Ya ya ya yeah
Brrrrrrrrrrr
If that’s P let me hear you say uuuuuuuuuh
Hahahaaaaaaaa
Alright alright uh
Lazerbeak
Hot dog
Yeah ey
Beak beat, street sweep, spring clean
Beat feet, run and do the next thing
Dead of wintering
Talking to these mutant teens, splintering
Making sure the foot won’t win again
Default fine, everything’s cool
The demeanor of a bomb pop
Chilling in a pool with a bomb pop
Dripping on these four finger jewels
I don’t give a fuck
Least about the shit that’s buggin you eh
Watch the news and then realizing I do
And theorizing about who
Exactly do I gotta kill
Just jokes y’all, I pacifist my anarchist
National distraction tryna break my will
Got me strollin in the infinite
Fear of getting into it
#blacklives
Some of y’all indifferent
Some of y’all don’t give a shit
Some of y’all don’t fuck with it
Some of y’all thought racism was over cause the President was black
Smack dab in the middle of the smack and dabs renaissance
In the lab tryna change the ambiance
Or ambiance keep the ambulance handy
Peep the battle stance champ
Your boy ain’t candy
But uh, you got some skittle up my tiger mit
In the spot wearing a bear, I am Revenant
Punch it in your googler
Check merriam-webster
Imma hit the road tryna hang with Tiny Professor and hard_r And pull cards on these lame nards
Tryna catch a Garfield
Eat sleep great jorb
Looking like a fistfight, smile like a break light
Eyes all crumbly, words not fit right
Tryptamines, flipped the memes tryna split the plan
Hammer in the right, hella snacks in the other hand
Trouble in the duffle sack
Menace in the trench
Couple struggles in the way back
Running from the lynch-man, handle that
Cataracts peeled, 20/20 future
Yeah yeah, scalpel, suture
New guts locked in
Potter in the abdomen
Thanks for the spot homie lifting up the map again
Cat scratch feverish
Seven year itchy with a bag full of bull
Feeling ding dong ditchy
Couple dollars and a full tank shifty
Manoush Zomorodi and
Roman mars is with me
Yeah, whip whippin
B-, Bending the corners up
Ahh
Fifth gearin, Flip fisting the
Ok ok wait wait wait wait
I got this
Yeah, Whip whippin
B-, Bending the corners up
Cup holder fill of warm flat soda
But the passenger is ice cold pushing down pressure
When I die I’ll get a hashtag
Ain’t shit better
Ahhhh
#RIPPOS
Track Name: Bully
Feel my shit
Feel myself
Give myself a toast yeah

[Chrous]
Make noise
Take toys
Shovel face bully

Shake boys outta they
Straight face bully

The world is yours
Yeah until it's mine
Yeah get outta mine
Yeah get outta mine
Bully

Don't stay around
Don't play
Straight bully
Won't fuck around
Won't placate
Bully

The world is yours
Fucker until it's mine
Yup get out a mine
Yup get outta mine
Bully


[Monty]
I rap with gunfire every bar is a bullet
I’m with twenty bad bitches ten of them wearing hoodies She’s already on my dick I’m just trying to find where to put it Got hobbies of a nerd but Im a motherfuckin bully
Exhausted by the options and officers helicopters
So get used to your recruitments there ain’t nobody to stop us There’s death to reinforcements
Whoever would’ve thought my mom’s unprotected sex could Have ended up as a monster






[P.O.S]
He’s fucking taking your cookies
Stop him in his tracks
Show him that I am Deathsquad
Marijauna snacks
Slow up the pressure get God
Hover over

Load up the globe in the carola
Hold up
Roll it sober
Blow up the road
Heat up the folgers
Fuck em

Every day
Fully the way I play
Bully whats in the way
Sullied by silly chicks and accolades

But shaken off the see and say
For fame of pay
Speak whatever hops up out the gullet get your trash in with the throw away

Bully
Give myself a toast
Yeah

[Chorus]
Make noise
Take toys
Shovel face bully

Shake boys outta they
Straight face bully

The world is yours
Yeah until it's mine
Yeah get outta mine
Yeah get outta mine
Bully

Don't stay around
Don't play
Straight bully
Won't fuck around
Won't placate
Bully

The world is yours
Fucker until it's mine
Yup get out a mine
Yup get outta mine
Bully

[Monty]

A problem being honest I’m honestly being modest
With a couple bottles, and models let molly sleep in my body I pray that I fall off when the devil starts singing gospel Screaming fuck everybody like prostitution is logical
And I’m probably doing everything I shouldn’t
Reaching for the stars because my father said that i shouldn’t A smart retard i’ll push if you tell me it
Just as long as my description and definition is bully

[Rapper Hooks]
Pussy whippin like the softest poetry
You know it's real
Only messing with me when the speech is hot
Give me lots
Run them pockets like some crooked cops
Catch me up in ally spots
Broad day Mike O'Malley plots
Bully every fucker cause they bark a lot
Talk is cheap going yard
Run them fuck boys out they cleats
Sleep breath smoke repeat
Diving off the deep so you know it's me

Bully

[P.O.S]
Po been the evil
See no people
Hear no simple men

Gut a fucker
Fuck a gutter
Twist the knife and leave it in

Flavor in the seasonin
Tell me when the creepin season ends
Till it do you bet your ass I
Keep on creepin in

Sneakin in
Seeping in your middle daughters creases bent
Beat it till she sleepin in
Skipping work an ditching friends
Get intense
Spitting kids
Splitting cigs
Ghost yeah
Feel my shit
Feel myself
Give myself a toast yeah

[Chrous]
Make noise
Take toys
Shovel face bully

Shake boys outta they
Straight face bully

The world is yours
Yeah until it's mine
Yeah get outta mine
Yeah get outta mine
Bully
Bully
Bully
Track Name: Faded
[P.O.S]
I want your body on me

I got bridges
I got matches
But I got limits

You'll never see em
I'll cut an run before you get near them

Bite the hand to spite the trap
Save the body
Trust the map

Feet don't fail me
We can bail
Its keep the shell intact

To hell and back and not a slogan on a shirt to show
I want you bad
An a don't show it but it hurts to go

It's feast or famine
I honestly kinda hate both
I'm Drowning in this optional
Tell me what's impossible

An I'll tell you

Slow it down
I promise if you do I'll stick around
I know my promises ain't much to you
I've found
My place
My safe
and sound
My whole life I've been out here begging

[Chorus]
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me

I need
I need
I need
I need
I need more
Yeah
I need more

Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me

I need
I need
I need
I need
I need more
Yeah
I need more

Yeah
I got bricks
I got mortar
This clock is tickin

She’s sysiphis'n outside my mission
Wishing I'd listen

And I do
But I don't
I mean I hear
But I won't

I am fear
She is hope personified

War to start
Boarded up jus
Hoard the heart

Trust is fleeting she could be that demon eating
Leaving me wide open bleeding
Torn apart

I need more
She needs more of some other stuff
Ache to love
And built to lust

Take the fill
Ignore the trust

(She’s like)

[Lady Midnight]
Calm down
I promise if you do I'll stick around
I know my promises ain't much to you
But now
You're here
I'm safe
I'm sound
I know your whole life you been out here screaming

[Chorus] x2
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me

I need
I need
I need
I need
I need more
Yeah
I need more

Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me

I need
I need
I need
I need
I need more
Yeah
I need more

Slow it down
I promise if you do I'll stick around
I know my promises ain't much to you
I've found
My place
I’m safe
and sound
My whole life I've been out here begging

Calm down
I promise if you do I'll stick around
I know my promises ain't much to you
But now
You're here
I'm sound
I know your whole life you
Track Name: Pieces/Ruins
[P.O.S]
Same dude new guts
Literal and figurative lost a couple fucks
Shit, alright fine, alright I gave em
Came a lotta way to play the cooler than awake game shucks
Got me
Thumper on the raglan
Johnny on the spot with an ill fitting magnum
Guns look dumb on chumps like me
No funds no fun don't move won't see

DayQuill NyQuil zzQuil sleep till
Peace fills ill hearts
Beats gone keep still
Yeah
Guess what
Stefs nuts
Crazy

Best luck
Chest bump
Fist can't fade me

Kicking out canes
Candy from the babies
Jumping off the top ropes
Screaming no kang me

Chandelier swangin
Table flipping OG
Pinky up sipping on a surly doomtree
What's up

Same shit different animal
Same food whole different kinda cannibal
Lost on the moon
Your dude resides southside

Northeast
northside

Yeah
Alright
Downtown
Roof top
Waiting on the sky to fall

But I ain't heard the last of yalls
Wolf cryin
Alligator tears
With your eyes wide

Waiting for the sky to fall

Eyes wide can't see
Vision all burgundy
That or all green
Intentions all slithery

I keep mine fine tuned on the next move
tryna dodge the sky

[Chorus]
My hood ain't the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins

My hood ain't the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins

They been left in ruins
All of the places we love have been left in ruins
All of the places we love have been left

[Dynell Roland]
i switched up my zone
its nothing but clones
swimming thru society
just learning my own
carving a legacy in this rock
but who really knows
kicking in doors
while shooting past all of my goals
horoscope couldn't tell you
what the hell im do
everything a murder case
but what do i lose
i prove
snipers on the roof
breath in lets resume
took a gamble
while my life was in shambles
ill never lose
ring the alarm
panic look how they panic
shit runs loose
Dancing on walls
scramble to get thru
playing with fire devil on my ass
but not wired
wireless to bullshit so connection runs wild
never fragile speak easy
believe me
I wont get boxed in I'm not a damn tv
i need that and some
shuffle the deck and watch me land them
Doing backflips with life I hope i Stand them
Or stand me
Energy looking just like a stampede
While everything is vanishing
I hope they can find me

[Chorus]
My hood ain't the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins

My hood ain't the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins

They been left in ruins
All of the places we love have been left in ruins
[Busdriver]
I can tell a spell with the hood on my back
I can ball out and take the goods of the rack
even though my father figure hooked on crack
I can get it done

jumping thru hoops as economies slump
vomiting them chunks cuz the ambience sucks
dangling the clotheslines on elephant tusks
I can get it done I can get it done
I wear a helmet cuz the square is hellish
Declare the felt tip
as a way to definitely upset adults
I turn the swag to an electric pulse
turn it up about a megavolt
as you read a post
yeah she had that singing voice that could melt dead bolt
but her singing in the ear always gets the best results
we use to make read that new new soaking in Epson salts
but now the hood is different and the the yuppies want the special sauce,
I read insults...
from the OG's bio what a mouthful
when we write the laws it's poetry by council
Sitting with my fork, and my dinner plate and knife
thinking I can do more than just entertain whites, my spite

blood-sugar mixing thru the sugar cane'll lubricate the cotton gin
the dollar bin is full of rain
I've got a couple black geniuses in the bullet train
bumping them big words shooting out the woodgrain

[Chorus]
My hood ain't the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins
My hood ain't the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love have been left in ruins
They been left in ruins
All of the places we love have been left in ruins
All of the places we love have been left
Track Name: Get Ate
I feel like I’m like
Burning at the stake
Chilling tho it's easy

Sucking up the hate
Dealing like its nothing to me

I am on my very own
I am not a clone
Take him home
See if you even manage on your own terms

Bet you can't
Bet you get ate
Bet you wait

See if there is any food upon this pretty plate

Bet you starve
Bet you waist
Emaciate

I been filling up on water
Tryna meditate

Mitigate the something something they be keeping straight
I been crooked tucking something
Prolly twenty late

Time flies by high as the next guy
Miles up wild one steady as they die by

Sleep tight young wide eye wake up to the blindside learn about your real live life

In dreams speak
Quiet in the daylight
Destroy what's weak
For nothing more than playtime

And that's is
This here
Heart head soul

Narcs fed
Arts dead
What's that goal

What you cooking on
Fill a hole
Or dig one
Track Name: Roddy Piper
Killer pizza
Awful people

Fucking whores
Church and steeple

I been the one to stop the leak before it floods
I been the one to push the barrel of the gun
Away

My name is Stef I came to press on
Someone else's person

My name is pos I cut these fuckers
I'm a surgeon

Ready to fuck em up
Malpractice fucker what
Knackered and peckish yup
Pants off like pucker up

All up in your trench
Digging in your shit
While you sitting on the bench
I'm steady playing in them innings yeah

Living like a mensch
Spitting on your shit
While you try to find an in
I be making new beginnings yeah

Facts can break you face and make you
Real
That can make these fakers pace and chill

Corner bar
Johnny jumped up and wrecked me hard
Sick of questions
Check my face I'm staring somewhere far
Where my lessons
Cold compresses
Keepin up my guard
Frame of reference
Keep it pressing
Collect all my scars

She told me he told her
About me but he was tryna fuck
She said he said I'd be out there just tryna push my luck
She was all like
He was all like
That dude is not the one to trust
He was alright
Was a cool night
Instantly tried to sneak a touch

You see these empties
Please don't tempt me
Reach my ending
Chill
You see I'm bending
Why you tryna keep me sippin still
Haters hate
Punishers fucking punish
Huh yeah
I just came to do two things
Fresh outta bubble gum

[Chorus]
Fuck off birds I'm tryna sleep to dream

[Monty]
With the power to make an hour awake

[P.O.S]
Get out (???) son I'm tryna sleep to dream

[Monty]
A blank conversation that's tryna speak

[P.O.S]
Shut up y'all I'm tryna sleep to dream
I just shut my eyes tryna sleep

[Monty]
There's a lot to believe in
Just believe what you need to

[P.O.S]
Last night was something deep I just shut my eyes tryna sleep

Sitting on these suckers
Tuckin
Rolling with the punches

[Monty]
Said they want a copy without thinking there’s just one of me
I’m known to body everything they put in front of me
When you think of Monty think of somewhere you don’t want to be Anything you got I promise one day will it’ll belong to me

I done been about profit knock, knock, knock Who the fuck keep knocking like that If it ain’t about money I won’t answer you’ll keep knocking like that
I can offer the finer things that you’ve lost and bring back
But I rather would find the things that you’ve lost and keep em

I don’t have to reason, that is only half the reason
You don’t need to know my mistress Victoria’s my mistress
When I start creeping for the weekend no one can see me when i’m leaving There’s a lot to believe in just make sure that you need to
I don’t lose sleep for no reason I lose sleep for my people
I’ve had dreams without sleeping when i sleep it seems like it’s dreamless There’s a lot to believe in just make sure that you need to

[Chorus]
Fuck off birds I'm tryna sleep to dream

[Monty]
With the power to make an hour awake

[P.O.S]
Get out (???) son I'm tryna sleep to dream

[Monty]
A blank conversation that's tryna speak

[P.O.S]
Shut up y'all I'm tryna sleep to dream
I just shut my eyes tryna sleep

[Monty]
There's a lot to believe in
Just believe what you need to

[P.O.S]
Last night was something deep I just shut my eyes tryna sleep

Sitting on these suckers
Tuckin
Rolling with the punches

[Monty]
Hangin out with Fundo feelin we having too much fun

[P.O.S]
Screamin what the fuck you want while you're grabbing on your burban

[Monty]
I'm the deafest motherfucker tellin you all that I heard it

[P.O.S]
Got the entire ass in my hands
Two hands
Full squeeze

[Monty]
I'm drunk on Bloody Mary's screamin bloody murder
I just lost my pants

[P.O.S]
Yeah
I was tryna get some zzz's
But now I'm like please
Just pass somethin over here

[Monty]
I'm feelin just as sad as I had ever felt
Funny I can't shed a tear
Track Name: Thieves/Kings
[Chorus]
We can live like thieves
We can live like kings
They could be the same thing

They are exactly the same thing
Either way you

We can work till our hands don't
Work till our back don't
Work till our head don't hurt cuz we paid up

Or we can sit back
Soft hands of a soft ass artist

Soft dads
Mad at the wrong stuff
No plans
Champion time suck

All chance
Skills are abundant
But hustle beats skill when skill don't hustle

What's that from?
Memes or daydreams
Things escape me
Almost completely
Like often

Worry on it never

High tide
Low tide
Either way you

Dyed in the Wool with the other
Out of step sheep

Lied on the stand
Bible in hand

Cry when I feel like the rest of y'all dead meat

own man (I can)
Die on command
If a wanna but I won't

Cuz imunna be a float
Keep a milli on it
All bets on let's go

Keep it on till the break down
On to the break through
So on an so so

So it goes
No one knows dick
Cept we all alone
An this too shall pass (shut up)

So it goes
Never so sick
So so so
I just Hope hope lasts

Pain up
Gain up
Either way you

Locked up
Open up
Either way you

Toss back cup
Or a bit of cleaner vision
Weather

High road or
Low road
Either way you

[Chorus]
We can live like thieves
We can live like kings
They could be the same thing

They are exactly the same thing
Either way you

We can work till our hands don't
Work till our back don't
Work till our head don't hurt cuz we paid up

Or we can sit back

This ones for Andre Durand
A symbol of actual action
Adventure a quality man
Appallingly talented fearless and yeah
Prolly as careless as every last one of my very best friends

And gone Way too soon
Risk that
Fear that
Whatever you choose

[Chorus]
We can live like kings
We can live like thieves
We can live like kings
They could be the same thing

They are
Either way you
Either way you die
Either way you die
Track Name: Infinite Scroll
[Open Mike Eagle]
Awestricken my brow
Furled up my lip is curled
All distant
Need a referral for a different world
Audacious my instinct is to go and get small places
Fuck your lease, I don’t owe you shit
Outlandish
I get low and I hover there
Not Branded, cause if they could
They'd discover air
Rain Walrus, under a pelt like a brother bear
Stone Fragments trapped in air tight tupperware
Who’s missing
The headcount says minus 1
Dude, Listen
Priest, my mouth is a science gun
Intrepid
Below ice like the submarine
Bin section looking at old tight drum machines
Mixed potion
Hoping to grow like thumbelin
Your shits broken
So watch me roll like tumbleweed
Old Patterns
Breaking interrupt duplicates
No data
Blank your concepts toothless
Its done


[Chorus]
Yeah
I am a
Dead men walking
And the streets ain't talking
Cause they busy talking to they phone

Favoriting they problems
Liking all they causes
Can't help feelin alone

I'm tryna live it while I can
Feeling every feeling
Every feeling I can stand

Unplugged
Unstuck
(Instead a)
Unwound
And undone

(Head down
Thumbs up)
Instead of

Lost in the infinite

[Manchita]
Woke up flat broke in a back seat
Low-ball recalling til I choke down the caffeine
Throbbing in my back when I feel the Earth beneath my feet
Life’s no beach, it’s a rabid dog in heat
And I’m not your hostage, I’m hot potato—hash you out later
Not now, I’m way too gone for the page you’re on
In fact I burned the whole book like my next high depended on it

Batting fat lashes at the casting, ranting,
“Save the fucking dolphins, you guys,”
While I mash a tuna sandwich
Fables never sounded so rounded and pounding,
Never wound down, never found out
Who’s counting, who’s down with us
Should be obvious not a network mess
I guess that’s why my cuticles uplift in upset for the present unkept
Tenderness of my fleshiness
Dead with the swelling of this particular winter’s discontent

[Chorus]
I am a
Dead men walking
And the streets ain't talking
Cause they busy talking to they phone

Favoriting all my problems
Liking all my causes
Can't help feelin alone

I'm tryna live it while I can
Feeling every feeling
Every feeling I can stand

Unplugged
Unstuck
(Instead a)
Unwound
And undone

Lost in the infinite

[P.O.S]
Ugh
Compare myself to who?
Skitching on this mother ship
Rock with a champion crew
Fit with this other shit
Ouwnt even know what they do
I ain't tryna learn
It's servant shit I never knew
I'm a

Professional profession skipper
Never been a job I didn't quit
To hit a stage an rip it
Get it in

Get in to it
Better with this
Off the map I'm
Ten and twoing
Keep it movin
Constantly

Keep that foolish off a me

possibilities are literally limitless
But got the screen like inches from your vision
Man that scenery is written text

Tryna knowledge up this girl
Who's talking to her phone tho
Typing hella awkward
Bout some other chick she don't know

Hate the hand dealt
Self help
Through
Selfie therapy
Play the feels felt
With your digital self
Aimlessly

Only dramatic people
Utter no drama
Butter nutting the beef
They only seem to keep a pounda
Track Name: Lanes
Stuck in my space station
Every second every sight I've ever seen
is just
so far gone
(Yeah)

I been doin my own thing so long
Or is it
I been in my own way so long

(Yeah yeah yeah)
Hopping up and over
She could could be my only
What

Only chance left

Put the pressure on a mother fucker tight huh

Or it's on to the next

You are a blind and lovesick dude
See with the eyes your mom gave you
Not this other mess
What you holding on to all that for
All of that's bored
Why not more
I explore all a that plus plus plus

Yeah
Hush hush
Yeah (yeah)
We could be better the fucks out there
Huh huh

Tell something I could never know yeah
Gimme something you don't ever show yeah

Gimme just a little space so I can grow
Get right
Let go

(1, 2, 3) 1, 2, 3

I’m
Aimed for my space station
(Ahh ah ah ah ah) where
Every second every sight I've ever seen
is just
so far gone
(Yeah)

I been in my own lane so long

Ima go my own way so long
(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
Track Name: Gravedigger
[P.O.S]
I can not see through no dumb shit

I will not give out no pass

Waste ass mother fuckers breathing in my air
And I know even tho I don't wanna that they'll prolly outlast
So I'm hanging out the window

Got my feet up on the dash

Face fulla sunshine
Tryna unwind
Tryna get mine
Tryna use a hundred percent a
Of this little bit a flash that I have

I could ease up on my tempo
(slow down slow down slow down)

I should prolly save a little cash
(slow down slow down slow down)

I could do it how the text book say
I could do it how they wanna chase fame
I can steady as we blaze
They can Do the math an laugh
(slow down)

(I'd rather be)
sitting back broke
Pushing facts and hope
What you want

Beating back those
Playing on my phone
What you want

We can keep it close
We can own the road
What you what

I can see all the way from here
It's the same as here no matter how far I go

[Angelenah]
Save a little money
Eye could stain a dummy
This the generation of impatience
I ain't being funny
Isn't it amazing how we take but never give enough
Then still can have the nerve to pretend that we live it up
Fuck it I don't wanna pretend
Hopping in the front seat tell him give me the clip
I ain't worried bout a charge cuz I ride for the rent
And in the white mans world get a notery nig
What u want to see?
Double cups and expensive rings
Welfare checks, buying food on link,
Work 3 jobs cuz I just can't breathe and when I do chase bread it's cuz I need to eat
Feet up high on the dash I'm chilling
Did a line cuz I want some feeling
Lost girl but I might be villain
And I can still feel the wounds on my back still healing

[P.O.S]
I will not see through no dumb shit
No fuck shit
no dick moves
no nothing but dopeness and lush and no
I will not give out no pass

They the past
There's plenty other
Stray cats chewing on these
Waste ass mother fuckers breathing in my air
And I know even tho I don't wanna that they'll prolly outlast
I'm hanging out the window
Hands in the breeze
Knees on the wheel
Yeah
She got her feet up on the dash

She tryna get it while she can

She tryna make these minutes last
(With a)
Face in the moonlight
Tryna get right
Tryna get a little outside
Vision

Tryna flash
Tryna do it while she can
(We tryna)
Do it while we can

[Chorus]
I'd rather be
sitting back broke
Pushing facts and hope
What you want

Beating back those
Playing on my phone
What you want

We can keep it close
We can own the road
What you what

I can see all the way from here
It's the same as here no matter how far I

sitting back broke
Pushing facts and hope
What you want

Beating back punishers
Playing on my phone
What you want

We can keep it close
We can own the road
What you what

I can see all the way from here
It's the same as here no matter how far I go

No matter how far I go
Track Name: sleepdrone/superposition
I ain’t waiting for nothing
I just show up to shine
That or don't show at all
Sit at home and unwind
They continue they fronting
They keep ignoring the signs
Ain't shit out there I'm hunting
Everything in its time
An it's right now

That bright black
With a sharp tongue
And the beats crack
And he bites back
With shark teeth
And he eats that

That black blocker
That can't stop when the coppers creep
And I don't show up I'm trash talk
I'm fuck peace
I'm Chris Dorner I'm Doberman dirty off leash
I'm Mike Brown I'm Eric Garner I can't breath
We face down
Our teeth are touching the concrete
They curb stomping us
Wearing a crown in our streets

It makes the
Bullshit trivial
Gave a lot of trust and some years to
Some miserable-
Castles made of sand
Heavy hand holding shovels
And trouble man
Counts his real friends on his hook stump

I used to spend a lotta thought on loss
I used to need for every feeling amplified too
You prolly learned early it's better to be hated
And I hate whoever taught you that I'm happy to have learned from you

Same page different book (weird)
Hard feelings
Soft hearts overlooked
(But)
Not here
Your whole veneer 20/20 clear
Keep my warnings out your people's ear let em try to steer
For themselves

Water and bridges
Hurricanes and tryna rebuild visions
Pick a pain I'm sure that I got limits
But fuck it
I'll make incisions
Till I'm dead and re-risen as energy

Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Clock tickin
Keep livin
Man listen
Come on

[Chorus]
Show up to shine
Show me a sign

Show up to shine
Show me a sign

Show up to shine
Show me a sign

Show up to shine
Show me a sign

I tried to write a note to everyone who came out and supported when my kidney couldn't clean up my poisonous blood

But I just stared at the page

And when I wrote it I felt nothing but the numbing of cliche and tasted nothing but batteries and iron all over my tongue

Words rusted in place

And all I want is to chisel my initials into something permanent now

And raise up these damn kids and make my momma so fucking proud

And mutilate a couple crowds
(Dead)

And all I want is to make art
Keep takes
Break what they say it is
Fakes run the game
And your boy ain't playing it

Nah there ain’t no sense in this haze

If it's up to me
I'll keep the questions in my frequency and throw em often
From now until a coffin calls em
And spit where ever cops be walking

[Kathleen Hanna]
You’re suppose to be happy to be alive
You’re suppose to be lucky to be alive
You’re suppose to be

If it's up to me
The only people in the streets with guns lead communities or hunt for food they need to fight threw

Maybe peacefully
But that's a big maybe

There's More than one way to skin schrodingers cat
Not sure what's holding you back
Theres nothing seriously stoping us
Getting blown off the map
Yeah

Tryna exist in

[Hard_R]
Predict coming events
Visions make me dense
So fuck your two cents
Still a shoulder rub gent
Colder with resent
Fold for what it’s meant
It’s over my man
Go eat a xan

[Allan Kingdom]
You gotta prove your position
You got a new superstition
I coulda never sold dope and hustled through your position
Gimme all black weddings and an all white funeral
Ball like pendulums
I write numerals
Numbers on the boards of life and all mics shootable
Even on your frozen nights when all thighs useable
(future addiction)

[Hard_R]
I’m not an MC
What’s up candy rappers
White talkin keys no houses but with backwards

All these new OGs they got us moving backwards
Whole race at our knees
History in the crapper

[Astronautalis]
I want the food to taste like poison
Till poison tastes like food
I want your home to feel like prison
Till you up and hit the road
I want your job to feel like torture
Till you burn the building down
I want to raise a fucking family out the ashes of this town

[P.O.S]
I miss a quark
And my dark parts wish I didn't
She called me buster and gutted me at the finish
And then it ended-
Only clean break ever and I love her more now prolly cuz of that
In the black

I miss a writer
Who never quite took my edits
I built a pedestal taller than she could let it
And I love her more now cuz of that
Infinite slack
I tied my own rope she took it back
Instead
In the red -

Balancing books and
Pre cum promises
(When)

Love is mean enough to go where it's not wanted and
Fuck up a good simple an sweet

Bliss
Repeat
Campsite rules
Hope it's better when you leave

I miss myself without the calluses
Only hate two and call em dad so the irony could can cut through
I won't be at either funeral

I don't need to see I disrespect them gleefully and eat the pain, rage and guilt
I keep it deep in me

Release my fist
When my ashes hit the pacific and I'm infinitely swimming in the ether
Where the teachers be-

Waves
Thumbs up
Sunglasses emoji
Peace

Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition
Tryna exist in superposition

Clocks ticking
Keep living
Man listen
Come on

[Kathleen Hanna]
Am I trapped inside my body like it's a burning building

[Chorus]
Show up to shine
Show me a sign

[Kathleen Hanna]
Or am I the match that lit myself on fire

[Chorus]
Show up to shine
Show me a sign

(Like a snowflake in an avalanche)


I been waiting for nothing
This pain is nothing
I be clutching my stomach
But this, this here is nothing
Scheming on what I wanted
This pain is nothing
This pain is pumping through my veins it's nothing

Nothing is what I'll take
Everything in its time
Nothing is what I'll ask for
Everything I will make

Ready the fucking drums
Get ready to feel it shake
It's better than being numb
And better owning mistakes

Jehu
Yank crime on ten
Scream super unison
Superposition livin an
Dream like a hooligan

Live like (them)
Dreams might be
Like a real life
See them react
Try to
Act how it feels right
An go

Tryna exist in superposition (go)
Tryna exist in superposition (go)
Tryna exist in superposition (go)

Clocks ticking
Keep living
Man listen
Come on

[Chorus]
Show up to shine
Show me a sign

Show up to shine
Show me a sign

Show up to shine
Show me a sign

Show up to shine
Show me a sign