SKECH185: It’s the Black Hawk Down-coat rocker. Shadowbox a forest to Sand. Paint with anger; glaze your face with razor blades. Nat Cole Jazzy pattern. Blackhole Atom-Smasher. Human-head Totem Pole stacker Last Laughter Legend Ruby Weapon.
Malakh El: Drinking Jacky D happily. Rapping slappily after me laughingly thrashing bastards with classic frees and a Django like mastery. Killing rap haberdashery. Maybe by happenstance. Just had to be me giving all you humans clarity.
Collasoul Structure: It's the fat snatch lip twister. Captain tap fist snifters. Ass I bass slick fisher. Catch'em jack this nigger. Wrong adventurer. The lawless fallen emperor. Alcoholic balling Shawn Kemping. All in vintage shirts.
Wizard Jenkins The Great: Sin Eater. Loco whisperer. Grand Theft Auto game cheater. Magnetic beatbox telekinesis. Former boy genius. gone rogue phoenix. Nathaniel Grey Dorian. Convinced vyle to make an MPC Delorian.
Lamon Manuel: Sorry, kids. This isn't a Death Grips song. It's gryphon spawn raised in Kemet to believe your head twists off. Blood of Weishaupt diet. Touch stigmata muff facepalm. Tell every Heather I've ever met I'm pretty gentle with a chainsaw.
Gilead7: I’m locked in a monastery spinning pentagrams in the midst of instagrams. Snapping Father Pfleger as Alitzer as Anton La Vey as the Berlin DJ Crushes crosses in catechisms. Battles with Christians with broadswords hit henchmen fighting for King James’ version of piss immersion.
I.B. Fokuz: I be that axe of irregular. Antenna’s on paramount. Pendent with a crest star with relics that's still on Mars. Lens on a avatar. 7 planet 36 cipher tent camouflage. Fokuz antioxidants.
S185: Mixed Martial Artsy: Second Hand throat-chop. Cardboard colored Ninja disguised as my soapbox. My basic training is raising Wolverines out of Water. Freakazoid Speaker Noise Mega Deuce Foot-working in the deepest void.
M.E. :Chaotic Fibonacci cocky body rocking sloppy kill shot. Kiddo, pardon my schizo. Crescendo making your wheels lock until your whip flips and explodes. The truth is exposed. Into space outer you go until snot bubbles your nose.
W.J.T.G.: Sitting on the thrown of a trash heap. Grouchy Oscar, see my posture? Nigga, don’t ask me why my majesty seems just like a tragedy to the motherfucker who ain’t peep this shit last week.
L.M.: Removing a human jaw makes every word a homonym. My nigger rigged Tesla coil run on malaise and Klonopin. Monolith of ex text apologies and white rapper uptalk left me a front lawn away from Aryan skulls on my front lawn.
G7: As extreme as an ex-teen who became a whore and blamed it on two engorged cunts he finger fucked in a wet dream. At the age of sixteen my cassette caught the pastor fucking Playboy centerfolds. Sermon wrote in sperm ‘cause his dick’s the pen he holds.
I.B. We're the Indians, Indigo, Gods, Olmecs, Cherokee, Black Foot, Moors, all that. Call that indigenous. Not limited to your text. We’re martyrs of today's seeds. So welcome Tomorrow Kings.
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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
supported by 21 fans who also own “Nigger Rigged Time Machine”
"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