I've got the tongue of a liquid metal hydra striking the mind of rhymer/
Reclined in designing violent times/
The Man of the Year rocked a Kabal mask at Thanksgiving dinner and leaked mustard gas on every pilgrim/
I ain't got to be "Out of There" I live with "Don't try to fuck with me"/
So lets shoot the shit like Duck Hunting with plungers/
Or I plunge the hunger of you fuckers into a dungeon/
Rather you'll be in a basement with a crack head screaming naked adjacent to Jason pacing waiving a faceless mading scraping stains from being stain in ravens blood plug thug behaving embracing his hatred while facing you screaming and naked speaking in demon languages about his hatred/
You cocksucking yellow bellied catfish/
I'll drop a verse, make waves and turn the moons envy to crack addict/
Crosstown beef is like cross town traffick and I'm Juggernaut dusting you fuckers off like mad dandrift/
Its 185 spitter king back smacker, cracker back cracker/
That's 40 Acre's and mule dick for the whitest cunt that'll ride backwards/
I call it Chucking D. Public Enemy for a mixed kids identity/
I dream of Genie getting fucked by what seems like ten of me/
In Tenessee kicking Speach in mouth... he forgot about lynching/
Mobsters calls us Niggers. Rappers still want to be henchmen/
Slow down son you're killing them x4
I got a pair of boots to address the zombies I stretch from human/
Muted the flesh, bruising the ornery. Upon the movement of breath I ponder the ruins/
Yet pulling my head out of the dust ,Joe Budden style, I found hundreds gunning proud but too fiction to get on me/
Harm me?/
Warn these fuckers guns and gutter may have won the summer but I'm more Conan than hoe ass with arms of lumber/
Termite covered shaking your mother screaming "What're you telling him?. I'll head butt him until we exchange and he knows where his Christmas presents went"/
Slice your brain with a party razor, give you retarded behavior (and) crash your school bus into a swamp with gators and watch it dissolve into nature/
Got a better chance of finding a Jesus fetus with bleeding demon watching Even Stevens than me recieving beatings from any weakling heathen breathing/
My stab wounds leak locust so me you keeping it real means you need Moses/
Don't bet on shit/
Young McIntyre's been drooling dragon fire since pacifiers/
With a pacifist nature the looks like a million man march full of anarchist half retired/
Salute when you have to/
My rhyme scheme's black white, my madness is brilliant and natural/
Sardonyx is one of my favorite posse cuts from a Backwoodz Studioz project. These four guys (Elucid, woods, Quelle Chris, Pink Siifu) are some of the best in the game right now, in my opinion
Whole album is a banger, front to back iativos
An album that was challenging at first but always thought provoking, painting pictures with rhymes over such harsh & strong instrumentals all throughout. Mystifying, gorgeous and intense melancholy all at once conveyed beautifully. I was typing a longer review before I realized it was too long, but this album from start to finish is a beautiful painting in each track. I'd list almost every track as my favorite if possible, so much good to say about the raps, beats, guest features. Great music. darksunq
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024