L.M. :IQ or credit score? Write brood and edit more. All alt everything. Haiku for leper porn. Gang assigned gender norms. Quote ham. Turning Black's 5 days serving crack. Weekends at Bernie Mac's. My head's full of blown glass. Roadkill menagerie. Showbiz animatronics licking LSD batteries. My posse's on Klonopin, watch lists and camera feeds. Trend polished shit divine labeled something Japanese or Joseph's not-the-father dance. My obscurity honor badge is 20-dollar bills burning themselves to ash. Tax rapper teeth ambrosia, alchemy and ghost luck. When offered golden ulcers even vultures pose for close-ups. But all I need is a coin flip and an icebreaker. What else? All i need is conjoined twins and a lightsaber. What else? All I need is Christina Hendricks or 15 minutes with Megatron and somewhere to bury my white neighbors.
S185: I'll Pet Cementary Wall Street. Zombie Slave Slaughter. Get caught in a tornado of brass knuckles. Hello, I'm an Afro-Future Splinter-cell. Orwell Galton flogging subversive asserting, "This Is NOT Poetry!" It's a noticeably electric collection of Starscream sonic booms given color refined to perfection French pressing this bastardized set of sounds into a Throbbing Gristle remix of tides hitting in a downed Sentinel. Heroin chic Seraphim speak sweat nothing specials in mixed baby phrasings like "I held you as my example!" Pro-Black t-shirt in a pool of milk. Or Apollo Creed shook off the punch and cracked a Philly statue. Stating "For every Black man with a perm a slave master gets his demon wings polished in hell" and what have you. Fuck it! All I need is a Bain Capitol Barbers and a Voodoo Doll. What else? All I need is Ratchet and Clank burners and a tooth dog. What else? All I need is the unabridged 13th Amendment printed and stuffed into every box of Michael Jordan shoes that's bought, then I'll be happy.
Vyle: Inverted model name on the tongue just above the ankle. True Religion peppered in a crowd of parental units wrangled. Handful of injuries. Horsehair ornament entangled. Franchised mall queue adjacent to buildings. Thank you. He keeps cleats mistress and tee times to not negate from schedule and treating the reasons we would get robbed for these 20 years ago credible. No preorder, reporter in-stores or campouts. 30-year-old in tents next to the food court. That man’s foul. Girlfriends sent to the front of the line like it’s U.P.N. programming but that's a faulted design ‘cause the last kid queue doesn’t think it is cute. And Deandre that just got off the job, he trying to get him some boots. All I need is a generator just to risk take. What else? All I need is a fast connection to confirm my order through Eastbay. What else? All I need is for when that door opens for my girl to not come back with a pair of Dikembes.
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a blend of lyric majesty ontop of a cachophony of sounds that stir my soul's intent into question?im serious .love love love this melodic poet. cafriner
Rapper Gilead7 and producer Boricua Sandy join forces on this debut that recalls the underground hip-hop of the early-2000s. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2023
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"Whites crazy in the 70s the ❄️ good"
- Castro.
What a dope line, man 😂
I don't know if I'm crazy or not, but this album is good as hell. "So put some 🔥 to the ass end of that 🥦"
Make sure to check out the TOSH sampla on YouTube as well
Thanks to Curly Castro, Backwoodz Studioz, Wrecking Crew, Grift Company, and everyone else involved in making this dope project iativos