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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Why should I support a major brand
Like they ever gave a damn
Maybe I’ll just play for fam and fans, K Durant
Take a stand and now the podium is ghost
Watch the speaker of the house, see him folding in his clothes
A shell game, the lack of soul has been exposed
I hear my blood crystallize as the coldness of it grows
It’s not something that I’m seeking, I just seems to happen
I hide my inner child beneath a sheath of recent passion
Try to tell them that’s going to be okay again
But am I lying to myself beneath a vacant pen
Taken ten with a couple left to smuggle breath
Sleep is my cousin so I cuddle death
Jerome’s niece at the last supper, but who’s Judas?
Last to laugh, probably the one who moves smoothest
Nothing’s whispered in my ear of purest saccharin
Skip a generation, watch the curse to catch again
I pause at first, hope to find a glimmer present
But hindsight’s a waiter serving up a bitter lesson
Nervous cough, indigestion a meal of rarest pride
Serotonin levels getting blue check verified
And there is why the cycle never ceases to rotate
As the crows fly, roman candles light a road straight
At most a boast makes a dent inside the terrordome
Prepare the bones, a reliquary laced with pheromones
Sharing stones to cast in glass casinos, the house wins
Maria Bello dice tats, William H crowds wince
With wrath the credo, we go running for the deepest end
Diving headfirst in empty pools, seen a demon lens
Starry eyes giving everything I ever had to give
Writhing in the mess of what I was amongst the sacrilege
Fasten it, lock it down, making sure the fate is sealed
6 seconds on the clock, I watch it from the cage of steel
Building glory from the souls that we had sucked dry
Still the story tells of heroes and the tough guys
Juxtaposed with the bodies hidden underneath
A crucifix raising high above the summoned grief
This day, just give us everything and nothing less
Frying pans connecting to skulls for such a runny mess
And we we said, history will never teach
An ugly wretch staying free of all the stress relief
Rest in pieces mixed together, system set to grind away
Sadistic sweat dropping on the killing fields, a final stage
Shouting until they’re blue in the face with homicidal rage
So don’t tell me ‘bout a bible page, I’m nine away
Providing faith for one another, with belief in self
I love the people, hate the system and this region hell
Rewards are given freely to the ones who acquiesce
Climbing just a little higher in that sack of flesh
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
