(I'm) From the city of fat fucks where bad luck overcast with golden showers/
Mashed up with older cowards who smashed up all hope of our generation showing respect reflecting they don't think that w'ere shit/
We have proof that they're not... go figure the picture/
They still call us "Coon" in the mute language of purse clutching and gawking/
So we hum this toon 'til the feathers ruffled humbles the watchers. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?/
The spectrum reads more like an asshole than "that home of sinners"/
(Rascism) Its Same thing just different Thanksgiven dinner/
Between the lakes and plains; a headtrip more boots than suits by x-ray/
Where the difference between fucking and kissing is what you recall the next day/
Wake with smell of "What the hell?" under a Stockyard sun/
While an out of towner pounds a model in a house you help build but never saw done/
Should have learn the proper way to shake a hand. (How to) Play the game of the faking man/
Where we hate the fact that we're not some except for this laughing/
But Dog, almost every facet of this world is forced, flacid and plastic/
My boy held his baby cousin in tears think about his (own) father/
Who heart pumps dead beats... in honor of that label/
Who took the hands free route, rocked the cradle and bowed out/
With scribbled note on the table and a dust cloud/
What now? In one town run down by the sundial. The sun smiles to spot light overrun frowns/
Run over and over on like older home owner and soldiers for 20 sum miles/
Sometimes the flakes radiate to make beauty in winter scenes/
Sometimes they sting the already crushed to add insult to injury/
But the city just keeps going
I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are/
I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are/
If I did I would've ask (x4)
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Biggie and Pac's death didn't teach me shit I knew bullets killed people/
Biggie and Pac's death didn't teach me shit I knew bullets killed people/
Before Puffy's fortune and mothers selling clothes in the name of corpses/
I watched the idiot box go South Central from Small Wonder/
Big Brother went from fucking Preachers to Preacher fucking teethers and terrorist hunters/
And it don't stop there: in the winter I spit on train windows quickly hoping skull and crosses (crossbones) form for the next viewer seated seeing the city/
Because the only one that are free are the homeless and pigeons/
The rest intently listen to pipe dreams and sadistic statistic digits/
And it might seem we crippled the Christians when Christian crippled in divisions/
'Cuz almost every Black that says "Amen" was branded that religion/
(Conviction?) That pungent something lingers, forms hands and divides us between "Jerry's kids" and Jerry Springer/
Like: Somewhere in this city a dick is being sucked because sperm translates to cheeseburgers for a 19 year olds/
Twice her womb she has seen murder... now she cares for her young/
You would stone her but no time between the clocks that we punch/
Pillars of black, funeral, mom not doing well:half because her son died (and) half because she knows he's in Hell/
He left crack in the streets doing his thing. Sad when his brain splattered the blood formed angel wings/
And I got one on my shoulder shooting up Boy peddled by the monkey on my back/
The demon on my left's jerking off to my missed ops (oppurtunities) of ass/
Rattling off excuses in the candence of my raps/
Throwing bottles at my neck and Lord knows I'm jealous of his laugh/
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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
supported by 15 fans who also own “The New Age Middle Finger”
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