I made 50 CDs, by the time I got collaborators their copies and snuck others into tee shirt orders, only ten remain. P-Ro not only features on the album, he also handled the artwork.
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I'm all alone melt your crowns, let your king crawl to thrones
scalded bones stacked in the path after that hauled to home
Smash the track to pieces, leave the shards embedded start to set it
My masterpiece is rancid grief, replete with darkened menace
Sharks in parkas circle wagons, earth is such a work of madness
Truck North’s one of the dopest, have you heard his magic
Same goes for Light in Jersey working insane stoves
Volcanos vomiting gravestones, the waves close
I’m not getting over, I’m Killdozer going through
Still sober fulfilling potential, mental growth anew
A host of ruses beckon me relentless siren medleys shriek
hardened heart leads to heavy speech, unless the lessons leave
Select the grief and pour it from the goblet, form is awful
That tower that they’re building out of prayer for sure will topple
Without some action behavioral changes, same betrayal
My taste for stages voracious a hunger stays so fatal
Pursuit is zooming down the autobahn with eyes closed
Brake calipers and cables gone, so long to life’s lows
The taunts that dive the deepest heal the slowest, in a field of lotus
Blossoms, I’m leaving trails for indecent thieves to feed to roaches
The beat my chrysalis, emerging from a newer form
I liquify myself inside the track so choose a storm
Entombed in norms, I’m breaking molds so I can take control
Slicing off the paws of those demanding that I pay the toll
A code of monsters, accordingly grow despondent, sword’s asleep
Pocahontas the life of a broken promise, tropes demonic
So toast the gauntlet I’m dropping to crack the earth in half
I never left so they can’t ever claim the verse is back
My resume resonates, spatter patterns on a surgeon’s mask
I am the wall against the alternates prefer to crash
Snatch the olive branch from the dove’s beak and turn it black
Rust creeps on the sternums nasturtiums internment camps
Render furtive plans to dust, adjust the cuss to customize
Intend to burn and cancel clucks, a rancid thrust of buxom pride
I let it turn and twist inside my guts, conduct it live
Throw the flesh before them on the floor for sure it doth divide
Listen to abundant growth in human form
Over the rainbow, resplendent corpses leak pierced with unicorns
The force complete, divorce your source and seed,
I stagger forward in a suit of scorn, fortune reaped, assorted bruises swarm
I warp the speed until the air around me disappears
Transmission scrambled, an anvil on your switching gears
Itch with fears, the disciplined dissident with his missile leers
Gristle smeared with viscera no symphony insincere
The grinch in here Da Vinci with the scalpel gleaming hungriest
Summoning of monsters amongst the monks with the money clips
I’m running laps inside the maze until my feet have mapped it
A deadened parcel of vendetta marvel metatarsals
I leapt the average Greta Garbo on a bed of marble
bleed ecclesiastic sleazy magic, so let the scars grow
My pressure is a pestilence mortar and pestle pessimist
Sort of obsessive measurement, torturous scent my regiment
Your war paint is nothing but smudges of budget sorbet
My filigree too ornate for your poor feints
I’m ordained in the sword’s name, take the lord in vain
The sort of change that renders other efforts torn and maimed
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
