The raw militance, spitting a tonsilith
Hidden in song’s bilious, sick of the gone villagers
Rickety raw killing it, sticking the god willingness
Division the boss building his mosque, stop silly skits
Posting posthumous paintings aiming for thirst traps
I was there when Pun went and handed them their purse back
I carry nail strips inside my pair of cargos
In case a car goes too fast and then the car slows
Rims sparking on the street, shredded tires flap
Lawrence Phillips Ray Rice then they fire back
I adapt with vital dialect to tie the knot inside a breath
Quiet is kept inside of catacombs of pious sets
Bones are rattling sabers inside of scabbards freeze
Blades that faint at the sight of blood with a scab’s reprieve
The phantoms breeding feast upon the last believers
In castles, grieving with feverish visions, glass and they ask for Jesus
A patch of visas, work into the stitches, superstitious
My vision, gruesome Medusa loose subduing proof forbidden
A new religion of futures brighter and current darkness
Painted pigs prance making bacon covered carcass
A couple martyrs making dancefloors from recent graves
Facades granted a fandom but innards eat away
6 feet are left, the cardiac arrhythmia
My pages covered with ink, like Mike Bibby was
Dimes are dropped inside of wishing wells, so bottomless
The ripple never effects, breath, yet, so watch your wish
Forgotten quick within the fossils and the phosphorus
Found my way for but a moment, now I’m lost again
The flint is slick and matches only seem to snap against it
Ego driven, for the audience I practice penance
Deformed karate kicks, no lozenges, the last descendent
I close the tome before the chapter’s ending, crackled leather
A shack of shepherds, sharpening their crocks
No past remembered for the bargaining of plots
Heavy blades, Clippers loom close every day
Damocles abandonment dammit just let me stay
A terse globe stuck, sticking frigid gone thrall
Hearse tow truck, in for the long haul
The prawns crawl over trophies in forgotten cases
Leaving trails in the dust for your observation
Clicks of exoskeletons shrouded in cobwebs
Mix of elegance regretted when the gods slept
Apostrophes become colossal with control sought
Ownership covers up the loneliness the cost wrought
A mascot made of all the things we’re told to cheer
Nevermind what the team does, just hold a beer
Some black thoughts inside of the whitest skin
The last to laugh lost fighting for it life and limb
Mass murderers pointing out the slightest sin
It’s hard to hear myself think inside this mighty din
As for the problem, it might be him, it’s never us
So point the finger of judgment crushing a life to dust
Applying pressure to others but we deny regrets
Cult believers flog the fetus fortify the steps
An ornament of belonging, hogging the dying breath
empathy’s a medicine we’re too afraid to try it yet
We’re driving deadly as Tyus Edney the cliff it calls
A fire medley suppliers ready to fit us all
The squall is bitter, while whipping us into frenzies
A visitor grim assembly permission begins with envy
Eric Sermon vision the world is watching with green eyes
Complain about the weight and now we some free fries
Deifying every moment until the moment passes
Then it never even happened, word to homeless masses
This code is codified survive and prosper right, don’t offer help
Blood upon the mop of prisons as they mop the cell
credits
from Multitudes Vol. 1,
released March 20, 2023
FANGFACE made this beat
DJ Navin Johnson laid the cuts
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
