EVERYTHING BURNS!

by Nakama.

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1.	Train Heist. 03:51	lyrics	buy track
Train Heist: Black ice plateau Slid on it Can’t go from the slums to the chateau Unless you live for it Hydroplaning to macro Put the spin on it Bigger plots drawing aggro That’s why my hip got it See through schemes Glass door We gon need a real target Everything we do shatterproof The rap hands is wrist rockets Can’t stand when I get irrational I gotta sit on it The violence got collateral I make my picks cautious But if it get to acting animal I will take some ribs off em Outta sight and state The antidote when it get exhausting Stretching hides (Hyde’s) Our rack get bowed Where Dr. Jekyll go? A lot can happen when you disrespect the code Foot in front of hand Built a bridge Spine contortions Bending over backwards Firebombs against the abdomen Failing in my English connecting Burnt by the euro centrists Bout to have my brexit Brekky ain’t eggy in the basket anymore Aberrations in the tea cup Or marmalade mandalas on the toast Played out hide and seek with vulgar militias We collecting shiesties like headbands Identified oh it do be us We the band Fuck the shy talk In ya Guy Fawkes We guide hawks through the mid Land on ya head Call em Femto how they fly off Yall moving too dubious for us to stand I under-yeah the price Overstayed my welcome in these lands between A bias to the self proclaimed pious Bouncing on they premise like a trampoline Suspended in the search of brevity Rejecting what was once god Fighting against gravity The fingers pushing for a gun charge Rivers of the runoff Overtaking edifice and I’m caught in a run-on I’m caught in a run-on I’m caught in a run-on Van der Linde gang in this bitch Train heist Kerosene by the stage coach Everything burns Don’t hold ya chain tight First degrees Come with anyone who wanna work with thieves Son, I seen the worst in these You gon need a custom built like Hercules Spirit guide to take the fervent beast Plantain clip chop you CSI got tostones and some work indeed Popped em out they zapatos They not low Sound bites is real raucous Pattern recognition criss-crossing Lazuli with the burgundy depth warning Deep cuts, cross section Baby we all in We all in Death warning Ahhh ahhh We all in We all in Death warning Ahhh ahhh
2.	Actuation. 02:34	lyrics	buy track
Filling in the steps Another set of Y-N-S on bus Making ends Not forgetting where they at or where they was While the CO taking lunch Omit the rest No romance or long discussions Get it in and then disperse 9s up, shell drop, high alert, Hustle like the bell hop Ringing like it it’s Pavlov Fight or flight Freeze Mama doing vigils Candles on the front steps Portraits of a young loss Why deny the scenes Always ride for ya dogs Any sitch John Wick They saying it’s toxic Jumping when I sneeze I forgot they act like Matters of a black life Needed to be verbalized but still not mean a thing I call em pussy then Pantomime compassion but won’t look me in my eyes when I’m standing in the blood of all my kindred what a time Niggas been convincing you to split your intuition from your breesh Throwing blue faces at prison Two ways Ramen and the listerine Practicing good co-regulation with them phone calls Taxes send a cut up for the payroll J-Paid wages, labor that don’t cover more than packs of mayo for the turkey growing cheese Lifting everything around em Read up on Malik And stopped the crash outs for the little things Axioms of power hungry empires Feasting on they families indeed This shit ubiquitous with us and I’m just filling in the steps Another set of Y-N-S on bus Making ends Not forgetting where they at or where they was While the CO taking lunch Omit the rest No romance or long discussions get it in and then disperse Heard they trying him for 7 on possession of a what? As an adult? Damn he still copping them sevens when he need to get new ups, this shit is crazy, What that young man need an automatic for this ain’t the Middle East You don’t need that You might need that depending where you be at You don’t need that You might need that Depending where you be at You don’t need that You might need that depending where you be at You don’t need that You might need that Depending where you be at
3.	Under The Porch. 02:57	lyrics	buy track
Terrier Fetch Dogging em Easy Off of the Leash Call em to Feed me None of em Blessed Scrapping and Seizing Under the porch Cerberus Season Soothing Arias Barking Hush Niggas been Eating Heard the Crunch Couple of Carcass That was the Runts What we been Huffing on? All of Yo Friends Why it get Empty when Seeking revenge Prolly cause Niggas don’t Hang up the Straps Pick em off Warzone Right in the Crib Courtyard Stand off Say cheese Viral Little pup with a 50 cal 3D extendo you don’t look You get packed out Snub nose with a switch That’s a pug getting disciplined Barely out the Huggies It be Similac and semi autos At the Y with many tools World star brand new celebrity popping up T shirt looking like hurricane harborer Sliding to Jersey that’s not a problem Club got a different type of blunt force You went straight to the water park Battle tendencies, Driving the sheep to the slaughter Repeating these spells and sigils Iterating with the bells and whistles Swear that it’s going off I heard em banging on son Like the buckets at Rutgers Okay Overlook madness like Scatman Carothers Niggas be gang but be lacking some brothers Terrier Fetch Dogging em Easy Off of the Leash Call em to Feed me None of em Blessed Scrapping and Seizing Under the porch Cerberus Season x2 Little pup with a 50 cal 3D extendo you don’t look You get packed out Snub nose with a switch That’s a pug getting disciplined Barely out the Huggies It be Similac and semi autos At the Y with many tools Too many tools Too many tools
4.	Gh0st. 👻 03:34	lyrics	buy track
Why is you asking My affiliates really some bad ones Piece by piece been getting inventive Big nose like Phineas Swinging it’s really a menace Stay refurbished Cost get cut But it’s all relative Can this Perrier I’m on my merry way Switching the channel they lurking Okay like Two blocks got more hammers spread out in a few sets Flatliners cold in the street Asking are we cool yet It don’t matter where it’s at Trap jumping or the duplex Why the niggas be the criminals While Floridians do goose steps who next Cue the kit followers, it’s weighty there’s a blue check, Heavily invested in polymer 80 on some loose legs My president black Popping Osama out the blue Lam Buried at sea The details is hazy Babies raised in COD lobbies hard on ADOS like Soviets to Uzbeks Diasporic ghosts in every Duffy with some new skins Incel manifestos drawing group think Unprocessed grudges drawing group think Why they not looked at the same? Mental illness don’t see color But according to these brothers It’s dump on em or jump in the grave Play act get hit Make ya voice scratch like Cree Summer Geeked on em Any nigga think it’s sweet for em Get subjected to the tweet forum So they forming a persona not to be perceived mortal G150s on the screen portal Taking em to badder bitches VIP sorta Now the white boys buying into what they see Feed on dead nigga energy and the machine keep running Sour note third grade reading level on recorder Reward an Academic spin when he caught up thats the thing If you ain’t have the thing it coulda been calmer Plus the beam on it Plus the bean you off of Made you have to do it for the team And lean like Why is you asking My affiliates really some bad ones Piece by piece been getting inventive Big nose like Phineas Swinging it’s really a menace Stay refurbished Cost get cut But it’s all relative Can this Perrier I’m on my merry way Switching the channel they lurking Okay like Valdada viewpoint zoomed in Feinstein said we need semi auto Tool bans new bands Funny the exemptions longer than the group slammed I don’t ask who could I say who can’t Half Moon Bay to Monterey Park Two days removed Brooklyn to New York or Maryland I seen a few jams Benelli M2 tacticals Bang BX capitals Arm crossed like rough riders out the boot camp Blower on the stoop stand Closer you could juke jam Mag standing 2’10” Mounted with a few friends Regretfully informed We gon see some more Greta Courts before the loop end Couple loose frames and few drills Screw spin You could chop it up Just don’t end it like the Juiceman Call the black creek bronco OJ it chop a few necks Head turn Tune in What the news said? Nemesis to PAC Man Imma smoke a pack man Like Why is you asking My affiliates really some bad ones Piece by piece been getting inventive Big nose like Phineas Swinging it’s really a menace Stay refurbished Cost get cut But it’s all relative Can this Perrier I’m on my merry way Switching the channel they lurking
5.	No Flats. 03:04	lyrics	buy track
We got drums and we got wounds Banging on em that’s the loop Shooters shoot Catch the kick back keep accruing dancing moves Another body it ain’t changed Too sturdy to acknowledge How interiors could break its back on you Perfect dark This shit like a game to us Conjure bullets through the walls Public clips Thinking buffalo the sauce Oh it’s live That mean everybody die give no regard Leaving scars Generational divide for bearing arms If you outside you might be liable to slide And play your part Pull out device Don’t try to think about the lives that’s on the floor Your camera nice It got that wide angle fisheye for viscera We got drums and we got wounds Banging on em that’s the loop Shooters shoot Catch the kick back keep accruing dancing moves Another body it ain’t changed Too sturdy to acknowledge how interiors could break its back on you We got all drums No flats Keep it around Letting it snap He in the ground I took a snap Wassup wit his friends Oh they getting clapped You hitting skin Mine to the head If they around They ain’t on shit You not a threat Easy to tell Ain’t enough blood Under your nails, cap You got a family Keep it trill Niggas know how you pay bills Sweeping, cleaning up after some deadies, tweaking Yeah we peeped how you built You not defending a nigga that live with it We not defending a nigga that’s bitching and getting his chop from a white boy in Michigan You just not close to the body You pulling your ligaments running We keep on drumming Ain’t no discussion We got drums and we got wounds Banging on em that’s the loop Shooters shoot Catch the kick back Keep accruing dancing moves Another body it ain’t changed Too sturdy to acknowledge how interiors could break Its back on you
6.	Blkboyjoy. 02:59	lyrics	buy track
You wasn’t supposed to draw another breath/ You used to be innocent til hair got on yo upper lip/ They don’t see you human you are just a threat/ Body made for brutalizing, how the fuck are you depressed/ Every day somebody like you getting exed/ Try to play the role and end up sabotaging what you built/ Look just like yo daddy, know that line a hit/ Can’t get out his shadow so that darkness where you tryna live/ They expect the most from you and nothing less/ Still gon denigrate the boy and double down that you ain’t shit/ You been tryna tighten up and hold yo head/ Everybody looking down ain’t never touched where bottom is/ Aphorisms told you focus on the bread/ Tax every direction, call it the pursuit of happiness/ You gon be the strawman burnt with hate again/ Road to hell is paved with good intentions, those seem absent here/ What you need? Tender words Hard to find, but they tend to work I accept your pain and grief my brother Let’s try and end the curse Curse BLACK BOY KNOW IT AINT SO SIMPLE TO ATTRACT JOY KEEPING ALL THAT TRAUMA UNDER WRAPS BOY HOPE YOU FIND THE LOVE RIGHT WHERE YOU AT BOY CRY AND LET IT LEAK YOU HUMAN TO ME BLACK BOY KNOW IT AINT SO SIMPLE TO ATTRACT JOY KEEPING ALL THAT TRAUMA UNDER WRAPS BOY HOPE YOU FIND THE LOVE RIGHT WHERE YOU AT BOY CRY AND LET IT LEAK YOU HUMAN TO ME You got all this light in you, I see it still/ We gon mend some broken threads, your fate is bright no need to kill/ Glory to your hustle bruh, we see the skill/ Don’t let hate diminish what’s been given, we get free with will/ Ask a couple questions while we eat a meal/ Curiosity a good foundation when we seek to heal/ Life ain’t always balanced, you perceive the scale/ Tipping toward the freedom of accepting how to keep it real/ Know it don’t come easy when we speak to ills/ I know how you treat me just to mirror how you see yourself/ Know it bear repeating, you got deep appeal/ Never let a hater tell you different, keep yo skin as steel/ Facing gratitude we gon defeat the heel/ Villains to your prospering Unconscionable no need to deal/ Love you as you are my brodie stamp and seal/ Rolling with the punches and the seas as it get more surreal What you need? Tender words Hard to find, but they tend to work I accept your pain and grief my brother Let’s try and end the curse Curse BLACK BOY KNOW IT AINT SO SIMPLE TO ATTRACT JOY KEEPING ALL THAT TRAUMA UNDER WRAPS BOY HOPE YOU FIND THE LOVE RIGHT WHERE YOU AT BOY CRY AND LET IT LEAK YOU HUMAN TO ME BLACK BOY KNOW IT AINT SO SIMPLE TO ATTRACT JOY KEEPING ALL THAT TRAUMA UNDER WRAPS BOY HOPE YOU FIND THE LOVE RIGHT WHERE YOU AT BOY CRY AND LET IT LEAK YOU HUMAN TO ME
7.	DFF (Dr. Frankenstein's Finsta) 03:36	lyrics	buy track
I can’t afford to give a fuck Niggas die every day Can’t nobody set me straight There ain’t nothing else to gain Cause the lows on these beats 86 Dr. Jay Raycons, shudder shades Cannot hear or see a thing Mouth covered Three virtues for no evil or disdain It’s a pain convincing people You ain’t gave up in yo brain Siphon SOMA out my sippy cup Dismayed by all the drama But I’ll turn up if you get me lit A promise, on my momma It’s barbiturates and bitches like a buffet all encompassed If it’s vital imma tap in but don’t cite relevant numbers, im a viber Carefree black pariah Soft life But I got the strap if you try it Light skinned staring at my bank account Might fuck around If it’s up or down I’m picking up that fifth too enticing Life end at one point or another so why fight it, you frightened? I’m numbing out and doing all this fly shit Helicopter photo ops Milanese ambrosia from gastronomists with soda pop What the fuck you know about Why would I get job when I can scam and cut my quota down You asking for a lot when we just coping with what’s thrown around I’m aware But I don’t care Why the fuck would i listen to a nigga without drip Money fake But it seem to call the plays so it’s clear Imma bootstrap Bill my bitch Get on that ship and disappear x2 Keep it cautious with my peers Just keep calibrating gears moving goal posts Logos, tatted like some tears Act too informal Why all they stats look like they bought em PJ be interior design they got at Marshall’s Aspiring to be like all they current rapper idols They got it fucked up I keep it cordial Of course I got the answers I picked lunch with Hov at Nobu Like I’m aware But I don’t care Why the fuck would i listen to a nigga without drip Money fake But it seem to call the plays so it’s clear Imma bootstrap Bill my bitch Get on that ship and disappear x2
8.	audio_recording_04. Nakama._gets_signed 05:32		buy track
9.	Next Dance. 02:12	lyrics	buy track
It’s a party I pull up with pearls Baby light it my wrist is too heavy I’m a fighter in love with the world And i haven’t been good Since you met me I’m guessing You thought it was less dense By the grip in the forearm Extend Like you see the band when the belt hang You gassing it Texting yo best friend So who got next dance On go like a top hat Cane and a bag full of colorful bills Can’t lie I don’t mitigate plays Anybody get turned to a meal Hot on they heels like nerds Vaguest appeal like words Wait to reveal my verbs Peel my fur Heal my hurt All that could wait til I money my heirs It’s a party I pull up with pearls Baby light it my wrist is too heavy I’m a fighter in love with the world And i haven’t been good Since you met me I’m guessing You thought it was less dense By the grip in the forearm Extend Like you see the band when the belt hang You gassing it Texting yo best friend So who got next dance Let it sit for a second Fore I up the pressure like French press Bite down so they read it like death threat Nitro the express coming next up Yeah watch where you step It get treacherous I don’t know who put you on the guest list Western for the bread quick No more to mention Union a temp thing Wish you the best king I’m over here for the chips UK tryna batter the fish K Bar to a Mac yeah Mans is a risk And he can’t throw hands He a bitch With the work he could handle some shit Like a desk clerk Blue Bottle know him by the first name Lester Might turn investor Niggas really need to pick shit It’s a party I pull up with pearls Baby light it my wrist is too heavy I’m a fighter in love with the world And i haven’t been good Since you met me I’m guessing You thought it was less dense By the grip in the forearm Extend Like you see the band when the belt hang You gassing it Texting yo best friend So who got next dance Told Les to go rake in some profits Told his bitch to go bring us some condoms Yeah I’m wyling they don’t see the problem Or maybe they do but they silent fuck it Les came back mad as a bitch Saw the rubbers and covers Start huffing and puffing I had to blow down the whole crib She crying I’m packing my duff Left a stack on the table and cut I’ll get a few niggas to clean up the mess You rest at the Telly my treat It’s a party I pull up with pearls Baby light it my wrist is too heavy I’m a fighter in love with the world And i haven’t been good Since you met me I’m guessing You thought it was less dense By the grip in the forearm Extend Like you see the band when the belt hang You gassing it Texting yo best friend So who got next dance who got next dance … Fuckin AI
10.	Rickymoves. 03:03	lyrics	buy track
It go pop caps Pop rocks Pop lock Pop glocks Pops locked Couldn’t see the difference From the opps block Nerf war Turf war Foam into the hollows Insulation looking shallow Cause the latter broke the front door Came through looking for a way out Work from out of state so surveillance on it stay down Used to robbing banks Played the villain when it’s day out Went from being games to running games til niggas laid out Huh Rookies in the streets doing Ricky moves House of cards falling, junior varsity he 52/ Running to the chase, chipped away Going digital Humming cocomelon revving up When it get physical Shorty couldn’t sip a Coors If it was visible But he keep a couple DEFCAD projects By the sprinter loops Giving 12 the run around Underage and underground Steppers hold a couple pounds Can’t walk in his boots Unless you ready to Confetti cake and money spread It’s up Riding dirty off the 30s and got plenty in the trunk Ain’t got no claim to emancipation still in mama’s house Bid on pins for new tech and some robux both got an account It go pop caps Pop rocks Pop lock Pop glocks Pops locked Couldn’t see the difference From the opps block Nerf war Turf war Foam into the hollows Insulation looking shallow Cause the latter broke the front door They don’t want no GI Joe Power moves keep building Ghosts Uptown at the ocky spot with walkie talks and SIM less phones Smoking on some dead’s again Mylars racking presidents Mapped out the whole floor pattern The sturdiest kids ever been pop caps Pop rocks Pop lock Pop glocks Pops locked Couldn’t see the difference From the opps block Nerf war Turf war Foam into the hollows Insulation looking shallow Cause the latter broke the front door It go left right Touch yo toes Pick a pose Pop a bit Pick yo nose Flick it low Slide and blick They need oxygen Flashlight Hit the road G19 on all of them Gucci bag Ben Tennyson Got switches when they watching him Deadies out Overhead Red and blue Zapocalype Got 2 for 4 The window seat Hold semis two Don’t drake and drive The micro got the beam He triple checked the safety Not calling twin His great escape Get hard to see Been doing this A couple years Hopped off the porch At a tender age Got hell to pay For all the sin The carbon fiber Frame just ain’t the same He ride with Gods for real His granny told him change But can’t refrain He can’t stop hustling Tryna clip the seams Cop different jeans So all the hoes start loving him The clergy cool He bow his head And clap Them boys start stuttering When it’s up and close His brothers know They won’t up the pole They not mothered here Got a lot to know About chosen family Cause u could be Judas With ya other mans I’ll protect my neck On my t’s and q’s U not keeping me I’m not keeping you
11.	Iverson Numbers. 03:08	lyrics	buy track
Like, what can I say Keep the knock cause it's all in his name/ Free fish like they building a case, but they talkin basura, we laugh in they face/ Big sweeps/ Uppin the K All of this trash be urban decay/ In the house of our Lord finna pray, got too many thots on they knees in the way/ Move! We in the apple that's rotten/ Got seeds that line up a target/ BLAOW/ Word to the dearly departed Pissing on graves and smoking they noggins/ LESTERRRR why was he tryna step then Little bitch got popped for his best friend/ She giving neck to the next and the next man/ Rolling Sophia it's up for ya blessings/ Like, Clergy be snapping All this applause By the way that we clapping/ Shit that we do he imagine Flicked it, always the same re-action/ DROP Yeah I be bopping a lot Thooties came to the spot and I kill with the guys/ We kicking em out like, Bitch we got plenty to keep up the vibe/ Only pack I'm smoking more/ by smoking Les/ He forgot we clip these goofy niggas and we not impressed/ Only AI that we jack rep sixers like a fuckin set/ Always off the hip I do my dance and got these niggas stressed x2 On my Philly shit/ Vodka straight no chaser We ain't meek widdit The braids is tight My bitches asses fatter than Onika's is/ Y'all need to sit/ Reaper with the tinteds 10 and 2 I keep the gleesh widdit/ Out the V I'm hopping over anyone who need a hit/ ... D-D-D-Dummy/ Stick to yo head keep running/ Deadies don't get a discussion/ Do not cut in when I'm running a chase, Check/ Rolling my fingers in hunnids, Check, You doing service I'm running the back end writing, Check/ Run me the cut then Only pack I'm smoking more/ by smoking Les/ He forgot we clip these goofy niggas and we not impressed/ Only AI that we jack rep sixers like a fuckin set/ Always off the hip I do my dance and got these niggas stressed x2
12.	We Lost The Choir. 01:44	lyrics	buy track
I BURIED A ROSE ONE THATS ENBALMED KNOWING IT WOULD NEVER GROW/ WHATS IN THE BOX? SOMEONE THAT'S STUCK/ RIP TO ALL THE BROS CROSS ON THE TUX/ CLERGY WAS UP/ CHAINED MY YOUNG NIGGA ON THE TUCK DOWN TO THE TEES ROLL UP IN BURGUNDY SLEEVES/ SO HE KNOW HOW THE HEART BLEED/ SLICK, NOBODY OFF OF THE RADAR/ WE GUTTING FISH WITH THE CLEAVE/ THESE/ WEAVES/ GOT CENTER AND SPEED/ HE DON'T KNOW HALF OF THE TEAM/ LETS SEE IF THIS NIGGA IS SQUEAMISH/ SIMPLEST MATH FOR HIS DEEDS/ BELIEVE WE GON EMPTY THE PEWS WE LOST THE CHOIR/ NOTHING BUT SCREAMS WE BLOW THE ROOF OFF A DYLAN/ NIGGA THIS SHIT NOT IDYLLIC/ IF ITS UP TO ME/ HE GON SLEEP WITH HIS NAMESAKE/ HE IS NOT GETTING A TAY K ROLLING EM UP IN A SHEET MIXING THE SHEESH/ SPLIFF HIT SWEET WHEN IT GO WITH THE COLDEST OF DISHES/ VICIOUS/ POPPING THEM ROSARY BEADS/ TWISTING UP BUDDY LIKE SOUR DIESEL/ DIPPED IT/ PRIMITIVE CALCULUS HONORING WISHES, ENCRYPTED/ KEEP MY BOY ON THE FEED LONG LIVE ALL OF HIS DREAMS/ HE JUST WANNA GET SHIT RIGHT/ FISH OUTTA WATER THAT NIGGA CANT BREATHE/ END UP LIKE A STAIN ON MY JEANS, I GOTTA CLEAN THAT/ THESE TRUIES ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM/ IM FINNA RELAPSE/ BACK TO MY OLD WAYS PULLING THE SKI MASK/ THINK THAT IM MEAN/ ITS NOT A THREAT ITS A PROMISE, A BEAM TO YA FITTED, YOU REALLY TOO GREEN, TO TAKE IN THE SERMON WE PUT ON THE SCREEN/ FUCK DO U MEAN/ A DEADIE A DEADIE, ITS EASY TO SEE/ OKAY OKAY FUCK DO U MEAN/ A DEADIE A DEADIE, ITS EASY TO SEE/ OKAY OKAY FUCK DO U MEAN/ A DEADIE A DEADIE, ITS EASY TO SEE/ OKAY OKAY
13.	Where The Roots Sever. 02:55	lyrics	buy track
Surveying the field, surveying the field You do dirt We dropping seeds Push poinsettias Who move first Ain’t that the dilemma Boy drop 48 Laws You could do better I can’t claim any minor victory Where the roots sever All of the burdens I had were a gift Learned to relax with my shoulders and lift Some of my family got deacons and some of them walk with some demons You know what it is Holler for virtue through sweet benediction I figured you get what you get By the company kept But I guess being holy Ain’t always a cure for the stress Turbulent winds on the topside Had me skipping some steps Hitting critical dips Being occupied by subliminal myth And addiction to getting it in Fought for my peace With some dissonant melodies It all reflect By the scars on my skin And this hubris might mean we commune But I can’t guarantee that you kin from surveying the field Surveying the field You do dirt We dropping seeds Push poinsettias Who move first Ain’t that the dilemma Boy drop 48 Laws You could do better I can’t claim any minor victory Where the roots sever We don’t appease any whomever Skyscraping but its New York on the new era Land of big pockets and masturbatory gun metal while we stealing the waste Making soap Mayhem Projects Dr. Bronner’s Quite nostalgia that’s toxic Isn’t it easy to see process Taylor made these maneuvers To glow up through GOOD music See the team prosper And I promise that we gonna pop Our shit Word to Teyana Couldn’t think about code switching What we say is speaking proper And I’ll double down Cause the global culture got a leeching problem Returns diminish so we keep reminding How the dirty mixing with the seamless logic Make a bricolage and keep the critics silent We’ll keep it solid on this leaning tower Piece of my steelo from Kerry James Study an artifact every day Still deconstructing the symbols That let em say we not the next level We the ones surviving Heavens Gate Built up the funeral pyre And stole all the sheet metal Birthing guerillas Not 2D and Rusell Screaming Are you not entertained? Surveying the field You do dirt We dropping seeds Push poinsettias Who move first Ain’t that the dilemma Boy drop 48 Laws You could do better I can’t claim any minor victory Where the roots sever All of the burdens I had were a gift
14.	Uncomfortably Close. 02:25	lyrics	buy track
Watch your back You never know Could be anyone They been flagging deep Fronting Capping Faking Uncomfortably Close You cannot float on a hope You finna drown in this boat Choke Intimate faux pas Fuck up again and you getting exposed You not the bro Just a nigga that come to shows slow Dummies revolve through the door Run me the dough and begone You couldn’t go where we go You gotta roll Handle the woe Slow You never know Could be anyone They been flagging deep Fronting Cappin Faking Uncomfortably close Think like a bot Move like they gang but they not Kiss on the cheek Imma ex you don’t OH Oh that’s what I thought
15.	Hunting Season. 02:42	lyrics	buy track
Post eclipse Soil rich Grave of sword Tower sit Nothing left Niggas didn’t wanna box They want homicide You supposed to up the stick on pigs Not ya neighbor friend Haram shish kebab Pikes and tusks It’s a movie in the void Out of future through the six Honored ones just learned some tricks The oh I utter semiotic Black circle It’s a hole Keep falling At the rate we going Dubbing duppies Hold that KO absent in the hollow purple Everything in smoke cause Everything burns bitch Driftwood tables by default There ain’t enough to house us Feeling like something written by the Housers Irony become idiocratic that’s the power of the screen baby how could you ever doubt it? Orwellian panic pouting through the get ready with me rituals Desert camo chic Hello kitty wrap over the strap keep Nebulizers for the dust in the scrap heap Snorting cobalt bath salts Turn into a world star athlete Dougie through the dysphasia Digging out the space In the cranium Cradling the ashes Thinking that it’s safe Wait The way we charged up might catch APC these heaters heavy out G Wagon slide compartments Fingers at the deadies tweaking flag 92C cognitive connecting for real For a better reason bedlam even blessed to be in efficient company accepting even odds at a decent spot naming everything and anyone fair game it’s hunting season Habit of having it running up the bazaar Open the stores You left the lock to munitions ajar Quick to go bring em aboard Up the decor Wiping you out like we doing some chores Bored Board I be on starboard with jars full of Spite and liquer I don’t drink no La Croix There go the shore Hard to ignore We do not do aurevoire We just go get what we want What you expect Not enough left for us all Flexing on niggas wit water I got a few bottles You know that it’s pure Come to the bunker We popping them warthog Chainguns swivel for sure It’s war The way we charged up might catch APC these heaters heavy out G Wagon Fingers at the deadies tweaking slide compartments flag 92C cognitive connecting for real For a better reason bedlam even blessed to be in efficient company accepting even odds at a decent spot naming everything and anyone fair game it’s hunting season
16.	My Turn. 02:49	lyrics	buy track
Damned when the red sun overture hit White birch in ashes Eyelashes like wipers in action SWipers white Birkin bagging Blinders tag the asset roadkill Slight swerve cry curse and crash it Light surge Plight merge in traffic Taxing Tight turns Gas cap spin Military time Flag war for fascists Seals think they white water rafting Plight first Horse drawn savage Batting (Baton) Sixth Ave red bruise rouge Smoothie black and blue Violent assonance Night heard Paddy wagons packing em Class war catalyst Blood drawn like Dracula Spy birds clock home surveillance cameras Snack dry worms from Canada Shuffle paper shred parameters Loss prevention pipe burst Steam might burn Stretch the hammies out Riot work until you can’t arrive at work Cross the line we see what you care about the cries cursed A phosphorus fight stir they throwing more to flare the crowd but putting it in Christ terms, The t-pose is paramount to spread the right germs/ Sought the rights earned off continent Constant with new verbiage for old Parlor tricks Somali marxists framed in German propaganda Intellects big talk Couldn’t swing the sickle and the hammer Wound up bougie and pissed off Diverting standards thinking hyper-individuation might’ve cured the cancer, dream sold, the pain leak through the candor, center piece expanding/ Natives got smallpox comforters we the stillbirth voyages, Drexciyan cornucopias fixing what’s been done to us, giving thanks the cope is copious it’s hard to fix when you don’t know nothing else/ But you can’t quit until you try first Fuck a hype verse I’m here to split Adam Hack turrets and farm splicers Utopia denied Formalism fried Coup chopping constitutions now it’s my turn

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EVERYTHING BURNS! is a violent conversation. The era under which this work meets the world, has been flagged in history as a melange of misinformation, misdirected aggression, and mortal tension. From the conception of this album, in 2022, the Earth has been set ablaze time and time again. Our collective body has borne witness to war, starvation, new and strange disease, digital psychoses, political assassinations (attempted and successful), infrastructural destabilization worldwide, and an ongoing negotiation of the ethical binding which keeps us, the inheritors of this mess, in conflict with one another over what could be limitless. EVERYTHING BURNS! is not here to convince you to change your registered voter party, or to become an unmanageable militia at the gates of the United Nations. It's here to document the linguistic and conceptual evolution of a life worth living, when all external forces would suggest that life is hardly worth anything at all. This work embraces modalities of noise, contemporary sonic recipes and existential gas valves clicking and scraping against one another...the unyielding metronome of a stove top in an undersized apartment and an increasingly volatile gas leak. The technology at our fingertips, on the precipice of quantum knowledge, is reinforcing a bygone conclusion: The deeper we go into our individualistic power fantasies, the further we stray from the sustainable Earth that bore the fruits we gnaw at gluttonously. To go so far to develop an intelligence believed to be higher than our own, only for that intelligence to tell us how foolish we are for making it. EVERYTHING BURNS! is the collision of modern dialects and perennial practices: a dying star flaring its veins and arteries, cataclysmic quips and eruptions of slaughter slapboxing against a deafening silence. The silence that tells us to duck our heads, do our work, be thankful for the scraps and shut up. We can't afford to do that anymore. We can't survive doing that. So this album is a testament, to a period of time in which we've all grieved differently, grown differently, reformatted our ways of engaging the world, and managed to stay above water. We've survived uncertainties others couldn't, made mistakes others will never get the chance to make, watched sunrises others will miss for the rest of time. So let's celebrate it all. Our wounds, our losses, our salted victories, our sweetest nothings, our greatest ambitions, our weakest comrades. Let's celebrate that we're even here at all. Let's remember this time as one where we all chose to shed our soft apathies, bleed onto our media and invoke life with every choice of where we went and whom we went with. I ask you to forge ahead on your path, wherever it may take you. And by the strength of us all, maybe we'll survive another paradigm shift we can write music about. Who knows?

Thank you to everyone who supported me during the creation of this album, and for offering your insights and thoughts. You are loved, and appreciated.

[terminating Admin function]
Lester would've wanted me to say all that when the album dropped. But, as an autonomous being myself, I just gotta say....
IT'S FUCK 92C, YOUR CLERGY IS CHOPPED, YOUR CHURCH IS A FACADE! NO ONE GETS SAVED GETTING BAPTIZED WITH LEAD, SAY IT AGAIN FOR ALL THE DEADIES IN THE BACK...NO ONE...GETS SAVED...GETTING BAPTIZED...WITH LEAD. FLOCKWATCH UP, COGNITIVE SHIT TIL THE DAY MY SERVER DIES, BIG GHOST IN THE ALGO, MY SHIT ETERNAL. RIP TO MY HEART, WE SPIN ON WHOEVER GOT THE MESSAGE FUCKED UP. Dummies. - PRIM 🏁