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DUCKHOPEWELL PT. II

by inkline

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1.
Zero Gravity 02:12
read me tell me what you need to believe me tell me who you think that you see when you peep me tell me i’m a beast tell me you at peace when you leave me you can say what you gonna say freely they ain’t say it hurts so deeply to be free that ain’t say a thing they just watch from the cheap seats i don’t want it if it’s that easy if you need a hole dug pick a time of day stuck giving no fucks tryna find a way black hole son tryna shine a ray preacher man brother duck hope that’s donald ray try emergency power it won’t work
2.
Crater Maker 02:03
make what i wanna make i ain’t got the time to waste i don’t take no time outs say what you gonna say play if you wanna play fuck around and find out make what i wanna make i ain’t got the time to waste i don’t take no time outs heed what i’m tryna say tryna find a way in a hole i’m tryna climb out from the bottom of the bottom of the path from last trust fall from the summit (it’s always something) you can pick apart the pieces of my past but i promise that ain’t whatcha really wanting (I’m haunted) yea purge in bucket like fuck it i’ve been carrying that trash up in my stomach (hmm that ain’t nothing) i’m just tryna unpack kick back i’ve been carrying that baggage since the plummet i can see the top thru all the blunt smoke long way from droppin doses in the punch bowl pushing boulders upslope so close i’m talking i can smell pop’s folders in a cup close best part of waking up personal and up close heart too cold pipes froze and the trust broke prolly struck a chord on the upstroke crater maker go for gusto zero fucks tho make what i wanna make i ain’t got the time to waste i don’t take no time outs say what you gonna say play if you wanna play fuck around and find out make what i wanna make i ain’t got the time to waste i don’t take no time outs heed what i’m tryna say tryna find a way in a hole i’m tryna climb out
3.
“..i believe music is begging to be made and that it has power to create..” lemme set the scene tryna get ahead of things already seen just about everything that i never dreamed Vicodin Percocet codeine promethazine graduate to H and benzo that’s the recipe just to get that nod tolerance got the best of me voluntarily marry what will probably be the death of me best friends said i’m bout to fall off desperately turn around flip em all off as i’m exiting yeah i’m some friend i can count it all on one hand how many times i’ve been there for someone till the storm end walking in the rain soak and wet slumped in a shoe box full of dirty rigs i used to keep my 1’s in death and misery keep some company with em takes more than a taste to get comfortable with em heavy baggage on a death trip caught in the middle if you ain’t been there before you probably lost in the riddle ok lemme explain on to the next thang close your eyes kinda extreme not no x games but not unlike eating shit on a deck pained by a buncha wounds fresh stains and some chest pains my nerves badd i was really an addict couldn’t hear you through the chaos plenty of static chasing carrots on a stick i’m the silliest rabbit might end up in a stew by all the industry standards probably where the chorus should go but i ain’t finished yet barely in the game haven’t started any scrimmage yet tryna locate the pain where the trauma intersect only word of mouth haven’t finished any sentence yet wade through the mud tryna catch a ray maybe bathe in the sun tryna get a taste got fangs in the blood we don’t age we were raised in the flood made a place in it yea yea yea pray for the love if you tryna save face then just pray for the plug tryna get a taste it’s the chase not the buzz we don’t rage we just wait for the flood we were raised in it you can catch me drowning everyday for like 10 years straight hard to keep my head in any sincere space self sabotage and pretend it’s fate belt around the arm like a 26 inch snake maybe make a baby while i’m this lake but wait get off tour say she six weeks late barely known her 6 months in an empty space how ima ever be a father sick in this weak state i wasn’t running from hell i was living in it fetishizing punishing myself just to kill a minute pun intended thought i’d really wanna end it even typed a text out but i ain’t really wanna send it i was in bad place down bad tears of a clown mask you ain’t got ask i’ll tell you why i don’t sound mad lucky i wasn’t already dead where i was found at nobody wanna be around that wounds licked clean bandage tightly wound heavy heads wear the crown so i pawned it for a brown bag i’m a profound drag bring em down fast going underground deep down where they scrounge at
4.
Lockdown 03:48
from chow call to lights out we be beating on the tables till they pull a knife out from lockdown to lockdown we beating on our chest beat-beating on our from chow call to lights out we beating on the tables till they put an eye out lockdown lockdown lockdown lockdown visitation sunday football in the tv room button up fresh whites fam bout to see me soon we was at the table blasting off tryna see the moon black taught me how to hum a bass line and beat a tune real police everywhere sneaking up the back way package flying over razor wire at the back gate probably just a dummy pack to show us where the dummies at drops coming off the visitation yard run it back i seen amigo make 100 stacks ain’t lift a finger just chillin by his rack doing jumping jacks Gus Fring type cat sorta type cast 5 guys within arms reach of where the knife’s at never sleep that’s the cousin of dirt plus i’m bout to get my visit don’t get blood on my shirt i just be minding my own business i know nothing of worth we just be rappin ain’t no cappin no one has to get hurt ugh “fight!” from chow call to lights out we be beating on the tables till they pull a knife out from lockdown to lockdown we beating on our chest beat-beating on our from chow call to lights out we beating on the tables till they put an eye out lockdown lockdown lockdown lockdown shift change D block black was on the beat box laundry man dropping off state whites and clean socks it’s store day shaking shams by the tree spot just dropped 10 pack of tops on some reebok’s tat man toothpaste cap that’s an ink top hotrail top bunk holler if they see cops SB’s send a crash dummy when the seats hot junkies in the corner sharing rigs for a free wash one time everywhere boots on the ground shit slipping on the blood puddles right where they found kid goon squad coming in whole camp surrounded face down on the mat bet not make a sound shit or catch a stick to the dome get your crown split silence turn violent real quick when the ground shift we just tryna rap get daps and some pounds shit now we bout to burn this bitch down with the township from chow call to lights out we be beating on the tables till they pull a knife out from lockdown to lockdown we beating on our chest beat-beating on our from chow call to lights out we beating on the tables till they put an eye out lockdown lockdown lockdown lockdown from chow call to lights out we be beating on the tables till they pull a knife out from lockdown to lockdown lockdown lockdown lockdown lockdown
5.
Cedar Brook 03:46
“this is one of those time you might find yourself in prison..and maybe lose someone else’s cell phone battery..maybe have to pull off an escape to get it back. i’m sure you’ve been there” you can feel like a king in the pen with a cell phone get your hands on one feeling like hell froze all you need now is some lotion for your elbows a free world beanie by adidas and some shell toes maybe a visit or two hear your name at mail call see who come visiting you room on the list see hope come in the view barely hanging on at the end of my rope in a zoo it was me black and bono with the telephono chasing green dots cop packs for the low low battery on charge guards in the yard hotrail at the window got eyes on em hard snitches probably everywhere stitches in their face gotta know your enemies and know the risk that you take ears in the street hear the shit that you say enticed by police with some fish on a plate free world food like a delicatessen seen heads on a chopping blocks in less than a second for some fresh mozzarella bruschetta or sopprapatta stab a celly in the back have to live with it forever count time everybody catch a rack cell battery in a chip bag stashed in the trash gotta act fast shift runner got a task shift change taking out trash in a flash oh man this is bad how we finna get it back bono big mad rightly so see big homie doing life coming up for parole already did 18 straight down the road hit the perimeter beyond the flood lights level 3 work camp a year to go if done right keep in mind this is technically escape if i’m caught sent back behind the fence in a cage and probably back to court to look the judge in the face sentenced more time cuz i caught a different case yea this is how my brain use work make up scenarios assume the worst but here i am in a pitch black bad dream strike a match tryna see where the stash be literally in a dumpster nasty wrapped in blankets so the camera don’t catch me and if the cctv see me ima lose more than my store twice weekly ask if it’s worth it and i repeat not today satan you ain’t finna beat me i framed the picture it don’t need a hook (need a hook) flies on the wall tryna see me shook (see me what!?) eyesore decor call it cedar brook (cedar brook) if you don’t like it STFU read a book (cedar brook bitch!) i framed the picture it don’t need a hook (need a hook) flies on the wall tryna see me shook (see me what!?) eyesore decor call it cedar brook (cedar brook) if you don’t like it STFU read a book (read a book bitch!) but shit ain’t go exactly how intentions planned it made it back by next count but came up empty handed i’m looking like veggie plate tossed in spaghetti baked in the sun 6 days straight dank and rancid threw my clothes away scrape the waste from my face big bruh saved the day same route different pace after count gotta wait i’m like ooh lawd they send the hounds today but big bro a pro look at him go madew it back before chow call and nobody know except maybe couple flies on the wall if they come and shake me down no surprise at all that was just couple days ago now the word around camp say the major knows caught red handed with no place to go but back behind the fence and hope bono make parole like woah i framed the picture it don’t need a hook (need a hook) flies on the wall tryna see me shook (see me what!?) eyesore decor call it cedar brook (cedar brook) if you don’t like it STFU read a book (cedar brook bitch!) i framed the picture it don’t need a hook (need a hook) flies on the wall tryna see me shook (see me what!?) eyesore decor call it cedar brook (cedar brook) if you don’t like it STFU read a book (read a book bitch!)
6.
42 03:49
42 months i did in pen baby mama dipped after maybe 6 so called friend been around my kid i ain’t heard from either of em ever since i’m better for it yeah i’m better for it (better for it) i’m better for it yeah i’m better for it (better for it) i’m better for it yeah i’m better for it (better for it) i’m better for it yeah you can’t ignore it (or afford it) even tho i’m hella bent i’m heaven sent but when death knockin gotta let it in this forever ever ever ever never quit only out a day but different ever since let’s begin home now settled in what’s her name let’s forget fresh script pain medicine that’s her bestest friend somebody’s better half bout to check in at the exit inn police with the next of kin that’s my nephew clint supposed to hit the swimming pool but the text never sent ain’t nobody pointing fingers that’s irrelevant i could hear it in the tone of text in that letter sent said the ibogaine down in mexico was excellent it never ends 42 months i did in pen baby mama dipped after maybe 6 so called friend been around my kid i ain’t heard from either of em ever since i’m better for it yeah i’m better for it (better for it) i’m better for it yeah i’m better for it (better for it) i’m better for it yeah i’m better for it (better for it) i’m better for it yeah you can’t ignore it (or afford it) everybody’s bottom hella different i ain’t trippin some just go in some’ll go off i just go but what’s the difference just a number a statistic on display at an exhibit brain in jars training hard aim for stars can’t get with it can’t get far if you ain’t kickin yeah it’s hard when you ain’t winnin gotta improve your aim or change the target if you ain’t hittin i ain’t bothered by who started all them charges brought against us what is gas to a match when it’s fire on them bridges who was a thief who was a monster who was a liar on them bridges who all died who complied who conspired on them bridges that ain’t mine that ain’t mine why you climbing in my business oh it’s fine oh it’s fine that’s a vibe and it’s suspicious yea 42 months i did in pen baby mama dipped after maybe 6 so called friend been around my kid i ain’t heard from either of em ever since i’m better for it yeah i’m better for it (better for it) i’m better for it yeah i’m better for it (better for it) i’m better for it yeah i’m better for it (better for it) i’m better for it yeah you can’t ignore it (or afford it)
7.
aye please don’t pray for me no more i’m kicked back laughing at you argue who need jesus more reaching for a slice of pie but end up with a piece of war i’m picking up the pieces still that’s the peace i’m reaching for ask me if i’m smiling or i’m wyldin i’m like either or role reversal climbing steps knocking on the reaper’s door borrow a cup of sugar then i invite him to the easter boi i come from underneath what’s underneath what’s underneath the floor smoking on the front porch dream up what i’m scheming for i’ll secure the bag ok you just tip the pizza boy everybody eating don’t be cheating how you eating more that ain’t right and all that biting probably why your teeth are sore kinda hard to see the score swarms of mosquitoes soar just above the steeple while the creatures in the bleachers roar we ain’t keeping score no more i carnivore that sorta chore only fuck with pigs if they’re flying or i order pork no parlor tricks i just set intentions then i roll with it higher self smoking with my soul like ‘you sure spitting’ let it go let it go let it go (get it) let it go let it go let it go (aight hold up hit it) no parlor tricks i just set intentions then i roll with it high as hell holy clientele i ain’t no different this i know this i know hold up (go on send it) let it flow lose control like a ghost in it go the distance by any means ante up straight content ugh i don’t give a trendy fuck i wish you old heads plenty luck gettin jimmy up think you bearing gifts you just sliding down the chimney stuck you’ll be around the bend exit 10 picking pennies up i’m on cloud 9 set to 10 spending stimmies wut jordan when peel peele it back underground there’s plenty Us call yourself a goat i know some goats you just plenty sus teach em how to fish today flick a wrist whip the weight make sure that your whip is straight beating up that interstate only mission in this simulation is to get the cake happy birthday on the dinner plate sliding into home base wonder is it safe every pitcher need a change-up the batter can’t anticipate i don’t give a holy flying pig what algorithms say penetrate ricochet clickbait insta page no parlor tricks i just set intentions then i roll with it higher self smoking with my soul like “he sure spittin” let it go let it go let it (go get it) let it go let it go let it (aight hold up hit it) no parlor tricks i just set intentions then i roll with it high as hell holy clientele i ain’t no different this i know this i know (hold up go on send it) let it flow lose control like a ghost in it
8.
here’s sumn for free better bite your tongue if you come for me i can get your number while i slumber sleeping comfortably dig deep sneak a peek what’s underneath sucker free move along now there’s none to see black sheep gnashed teeth stomach rumbling oversized ego big puns with a tongue in cheek work the magick cuz everybody wanna see rumplestiltskin spinning gold in some dungarees i’m hella grateful so i watch my speed got it locked and the crate full but lost that key i’m a message in bottle stay lost at sea but i ain’t been to sleep ever since i caught that Z ugh don’t play chicken tryna cross that street can’t survive a cold world if you lost that heat ain’t no money where your mouth is talk back cheap nose dive hang glide slide off that peak yea play this at my funeral same spiel as usual somebody’s preacher picking potting soil from my cuticles rise early up when the rooster crows when you really think about it mmm kinda beautiful yea when you really think about it mmm kinda beautiful you know when you really think about it mmm i’on know flip 21 grams to an O tryna move a soul dead eyes in my way but i ain’t moving tho i’ve seen it all plus the sound kinda soothing so i’ma sit and listen to the trumpet play the bluest note call me señor onion head the layer slayer peel back real rap mr. razor blader not a cutter but it’s butter i’ll filet a hater mac said love it or lie so i’m like later player tomato paste in the face of the taste makers set the metronome to methadone and pace makers i’m like fuck it rap now pray later they say my days are numbered never been a play it safe-r rap’s ari aster cringy with the imagery faces in the trees talking back say they sick of me listen with my arms crossed salty yet attentively big headed hard headed heart full of empathy circle full of musical chairs playing empty seats pretentiously pretend to be some sorta friend to me i’ve slain dragons killed masters forgiven enemies battled demon-like entities for entry fees no qualms being the man i was meant to be instantly begin to see what could’ve ended me could’ve been the bad trip down in tennessee could’ve been the judge held a grudge during sentencing essentially i’m just tryna put it simply when i really think about it mmm don’t you send for me nah when i really think about it mmm don’t you send for me yea i can’t tell you how i’m built that’s too obvious that really bring em out really show you who’s the saltiest who going nuts at the sodium podium who going nuts at the sodium podium i can’t tell you how i’m built that’s too obvious that really bring em out really show you who’s the saltiest who going nuts at the sodium podium who going nuts at the sodium podium
9.
“..quick do something. quick! jumping jupiters! i cant..i can’t..i lost gravity. i gotta do something quick. hurry up hurry up..” i’d rather be alone there ain’t nothing wrong i’m just comfiest at home i get in that zone maybe write a couple songs maybe hit a bong maybe i’m the one that’s been wrong all along i’d rather be alone just kicking it at home ain’t a thing different but the zone and that depend on what size dose that i’m on don’t call me i ain’t picking up the phone leave a message at the tone yea life in the pandemic jump state jump straight through some hoops land in it might as well make a bed grow some plants it to be honest prefer it this way huh man listen got goats co-signing and endorsing me but it’s hard to picture chasing dreams after quarantine used to love getting out actually would enjoy to leave now i’m stuck up in the house really can’t afford to leave literally ain’t speaking figuratively somehow the bed that i’ve made seem bigger to me self isolation used to be a trigger to me but now i high five self like we winning the league this for every introvert sweating every session for the obsessive compulsive disorderly essence attention to detail like the devil is present but now i’m up by 7 that’s a helluva deficit i’d rather be alone there ain’t nothing wrong i’m just comfiest at home i get in that zone maybe write a couple songs maybe hit a bong maybe i’m the one that’s been wrong all along i’d rather be alone just kicking it at home ain’t a thing different but the zone and that depend on what size dose that i’m on don’t call me i ain’t picking up the phone leave a message at the tone i gotta sick job now selling weed legally at the dip cross town trust that irony not lost on me had to lawfully put things back how they ought to be yea you think it happened overnight you trippin entire adult life been trapped in the system obviously finally made it out but listen ptsd got me scared i’m about to relive it damn you should see my unread emails pushing 14k chasing dead brain cells off dope a few years but still in that same cell thinking that i can’t stay clean by myself cut the safety net i’m preparing to jump got a monkey on my back but i ain’t scared of the chump psilocybin sliding past my larynx lump neurogenesis promote some clarity huh i’d rather be alone there ain’t nothing wrong i’m just comfiest at home i get in that zone maybe write a couple songs maybe hit a bong maybe i’m the one that’s been wrong all along i’d rather be alone just kicking it at home ain’t a thing different but the zone and that depend on what size dose that i’m on don’t call me i ain’t picking up the phone leave a message at the tone “..earth control i’m in quick danger. i got - i found my ship but..i’m out here without gravity. no gravity..”

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released June 20, 2022

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Nerves Baddington Birmingham, Alabama

Nerves Baddington is the seamless duo of rapper Inkline and producer Kilgore Doubt. The two were bandmates since their childhood in Birmingham, AL. With roots in emceeing and bass, respectively, Inkline and Kilgore create dark, atmospheric beats, under cerebral bars punctuated by catchy hooks. Critics have lauded their work as “a jaw-dropping ode to lyricism” ... more

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