1. |
Quit
02:54
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I've had it
You can quit
Say anything
Get stupid
Don't know anything
Get stupid
I've had it
You can quit
V1.
System up
Phonic smut
Indica
In the cut
Outta line
Lost my mind
Apologize
Not this rhyme
Let me down
Come on now
Not a sound
'Less it's loud
Go higher
Spitfire
Eye on the prize
Ampli-fly-a
Rise above
I'm tired of
I've become
The likes of
Everything I say
Everything I see
Mind Awake
Never Sleep
V2.
Revolution
Be damned
Unseen hand
No mans land
Modern man
With the unclean hands
Fight to an end
Cram to understand
A vision
Of your best self
Even better
Like nothing else
Better than
Existing on a shelf
One you can make
Don't need nobodies help
Gotta be a way to get through
Tell me that you see this too
Got better things to do
Than to
Listen listen listen
To you like...
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2. |
The March Of The Prince
02:40
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This is what I want you all to do for me
This is what I want you all to do for me
This is what I want you all to do for me
This is what I want you all to do for me
Write the songs
Hit the streets
V1.
Break me in all the best ways
And all the masks and capes
All of them sizes and shapes
They all love and they hate
Your Royal Highness
Rebel without a bias
Music inspires riots
Punch the air in triumph
Not quite my tempo hey yo
Not that I'm saying retro
More like roundpegs in roundholes
Kick out all them pedestals
Put you up on that highground
With no room to move around
Trapped into that mode and sound
Where a way out can't be found
Should have said it and forgot
Felt it was important, not
Say again an afterthought
Fast forward into facades
Tell the sheep what to like
Tastemakers on what to try
Made to please take a bite
Chip away at cracks in ice
Go flee that Animal Farm
If you're not sure where to start
What were doing who we are
What we became from the heart
New faces look like old ones
Hard won wisdom left it open
Old trademarks left it broken
In my hand this mic I'm holding
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3. |
Giger
03:21
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V1.
We begin again
Boogeyman
Stereogram sketched vintage
Ink spilled against it
Fistful of demons
Enormous uneven
Cuts deep the reason
Like under the skin deepen
Feel the eyes crawl
Necronom y’all
Singular call
Nightmares and all
Lovecraft made flesh
Dreamscape boxset
Genre define fresh
Astonish aesthetic
The Best Its
It’s an elegant renegade
Running razorblades
Nihilistic as nature plays
Haunts my identity
Dark dreams they do invade
Goes deep into the bone
To the code to disobey
A who’s who of who’s you
Giger
A who’s who of who’s you
Giger
A who’s who of who’s you
Giger
A who’s who of who’s you
Giger
V2.
Echoes that enhance
Screams fill in solitude
Kin of the creature
Doesn’t play by any rules
A certain kind of beauty
Blaster overshoot
Work through the horrible
Horrors all of you
Strung out spectre
Shape shifting evil
Those reactions
Said to be real people
Turnt to eleven
To emulate no equal
Everything about it
Will kill you straight lethal
Every escape route
Defense is useless
Know the pacing
Play with it movement
Know what it takes
Take it get moving
Make the wrong move
Tighten the hangmans noose slip
Fits of hysteria
Splendid savage
Hide in the shadows
Biomech passage
Blood burns based
Darkseed acid
Imagination alive
To run the planet
A who’s who of who’s you
Giger
A who’s who of who’s you
Giger
A who’s who of who’s you
Giger
A who’s who of who’s you
Giger
Doesn’t play by any rules
Doesn’t play by any rules
Doesn’t play by any rules
Doesn’t play by any rules
Doesn’t play by any rules
Doesn’t play by any rules
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4. |
Wet Stunts
03:09
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V1.
Time for some action
Smackin’
These so called combatants
Blood and guts Patton
Shanty be crabbin’
Deep water fountain
Sleep with the fishes
Ya think it can’t happen
Let them fight on
Speak with your hands
Hit like a Jaeger python
Right on side arm
Gypsy Danger Icon
Prototype
Brawl out bygone
All out mic on
Tango thriller
Techniques iller than most
Chrome brutus killer
Hail to the victor
Press ya hair trigger
The push and pull
The crossfade drifter
Hyperion spit kicker
A real driller
Don’t get it
Don’t let it vick ya
Down to the grave digger
Watch for the hook
Don’t let it hitcha
Sucker punch
Time for the wet stunts
V2.
Mic check one two
Styles I run through
Catch on catch up
Standalone gum shoe
Dotcom badness
Shine all access
Dark mark on my foes
Logo on the masthead
Bboy apostle
Archetype colossal
Aperture awful
Mechanized hostile
Cold crush brothers
It gets no rougher
Blow ya whole cover
On some old other like
My name is Mark
And I’m here to say
I rock on the beats
In a major way
Lord British
On the flute loops
No delay
Shanty calculate
BOOBLESS ok
Strictly true school
What you expect
Fear of a Terrordome
In full effect
Blowin’ up the spot
Crosshairs the silhouette
Lock stock smokin’ barrel
Pop rock intercept
When you see me
Clear out your mind
Hear it
Power up co-pilot
Divine lyrics
Guardian of the grind
Never no time
To front (front)
Time for the wet stunts
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5. |
Fan Fiction
02:51
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