This track hearkens back to the relentless darkness of cuts I made decades ago, songs like Hurricane Parks. The beat has a sinister menace that reminds me of bumping early DITC releases.
lyrics
They march, complacent, in assembly lines from bargain basements
Who harbors hatred for the robots coming sharp, serrated
Far from faded, I focus closest on a parchment, ancient
It seems like every word I breathe is an artist statement
So carve away and make a name inside this arm I’m raising
Flipping a coin to see which side of mine is part amazing
I fight the good fight until the battle lines are blurred
My uppercut will send you into thinning air, minus earth
I take a minor threat and dig deeper time is kept
Minus heft, wrecking six speakers when it’s time to rep
So line them up sequentially, prepare for downpour
Torrential flash flood monsoon of the mouth war
I rap with purpose, I don’t want it if I haven’t earned it
My pen moves the same speed as a taxidermist
My savage sermon’s smacking folks who pack a batch of vermin
Your nose is twitching from the blackened smoke of trash I’m burning
I enjoy what I enjoy with no endorsement attached
As though posing with a product is some glorious act
Or even nose candy snorting one exorbitant stash
Better stick a fork in it fast and morph to a mask
You can’t keep see my rap, front and get your cornea scratched
Every moment from your story is choreographed
Got Konfewshus, ready to go to war with a scratch
This is more than a rap
Pen nib gripping the sheets, taking treacherous curves
Someone better than this? best not mention a word
Lest your liquor store supply is steady drenching the curb
Bringing in a new truck with every sentiment heard
So don’t ever start, the better part’s, discretion observed
I send a seminar with Dan LeBatard and an urn
Have Stu Gotz botching your memorial speech
And run the playback for promo, let the corniness cease
Any challenger arriving, best to forfeit and dash
I slay the beast corporate, being the source of the trash
No reward for the meek, I keep endorphins in fleets
My voice the weapon sleek commiting torturous feats
Steady starving while the fortunate feast on seven courses
Divorced from disease releasing my metaphor blitz
A forceful fortress bordered by the deep ravines and gorges
Crooked perspective, I even breathe distorted
Stephen’s storm is bleak, enormous, no need to cheat the warden
Peak performance motormouth delivering complete elite assortments
To be supportive is offering props or copping tees I’m hoarding
Some live tonight like they’ll never reach the morning
staking my claim and planting the flag
Broken down to elements, commanding the brag
Slang commandments for my anchor, keeping the pole steady
The flow, deadly, venom floods my soul levee so heavy
credits
from Glyde Drexler,
released April 18, 2020
phd beats
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
