Window for heroes
and heroines narrowin
scared of bein burried in
a barren bored authoritarian
mortuary that i sware we unaware we in
utilitarian parryin
Meryl Lynchin
americans marriage with aryan arrogance is
paraffin in my keratin
identity crisis like Erik Erikson
paired with our parents perishin
presents a present so nightmarish and harrowing in comparison
that we parry our prayers
to various variants of heirophants
shit
we dont even care where
these chariots carry us
just spare us disparagement
from unmerited tariffs,
the derelict careless sheriffs barell
and the hertics lariat
and make sure our heir apparent is their to inherit the narrative
cuz that shit I prepared
is doper than squares of maryland heroin
standin bare in the barricks
arrogant
Gun in your hand like Barret
but i just don’t care
like american parents
you can’t measure my merit in karats
holding the hair of a heiress
on the terace as ferile as ferrets
they’ll parrot my peril
til i perish in paris
(VERSE 2)
Halt ya ultra-violence
cocaine caramelizes
monopolized minds with all the rhymes
you decided to personify crime in
homogenized homicide harmonizin
i was fathered by it
i looked into my fathers eyes with martyrs eyes
hell had cauterzed
traumatized i sought his guidance
he said i hadn’t seen that what the world has to offer eyes
is priceless
I summarize 2 sides
like geminis
gutter like Pennywise
and im enterprisin
haters plood pressure rizin,
unfinished buisness between you and I
and you can’t hide on jekyll island
I fantasize
seein out of a revolutions eyes
romanticized the event of my demise
mai tai’s to the skies
tie dyed eyes til my high dies
ill
still i rise
like a high rise
the mission economized
music commodified
everybody high as the price of some carne asada fries
everybody rap bout gettin brains and everybody still sound lobotomized
commas sodomized my city
so please tell these condescending fucking rappers that they really really really
do not want it with me
the ruler’s back, Robin Black
and we could swig some liquor
hope you brought ya lighter with ya
shit i might just light a swisher
til the fire from the pyre of a fire spitter flickers
Philly producer with a notable list of clients drops self-released rap album that's heavy on the soul and jazz flavor. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2015