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Intro (In the End)
00:51
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Secret Funeral
02:41
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mmmm, nah, i ain’t really gotta try hard
keep 4 or 5 scars on a life size heart, yea
when you adjust your eyes in the dark
realize we just flies in a jar with a 5 point star
so if you ain’t really tryna fly far
to the dive bar, die hard cyanide art, ugh
keep a nice slice in the pie chart
but never mind the size of the shark
all teeth bite sharp (all teeth bite sharp)
all teeth bite sharp (all teeth bite sharp)
yea, all teeth bite
catch me chewing on some vine or some bark
while you chopping up some lines in the car, got my eyes in the stars
tryna read the signs from afar
with the door ajar, flying through a portal noir, mmm
it’s all going hard so far
never half-ass anything, never subpar, nah
aim high never shoot low bars
one try no lie, i ain’t one to pry, no crowbar
a genius only grow so smart
like Mozart in Ozarks with no art, mmm
only decomposing from the start
in a compost pile breaking down old hearts, so sharp
nah, i ain’t really gotta try hard
keep 4 or 5 scars on a life size heart, yea
when you adjust your eyes in the dark
realize we just flies in a jar with a 5 point star
so if you ain’t really tryna fly far
to the dive bar, die hard cyanide art, ugh
keep a nice slice in the pie chart
but never mind the size of the shark
all teeth bite sharp (all teeth bite sharp)
yea, all teeth bite sharp (all teeth bite sharp)
all teeth bite
33 degrees in the street
freemason live amongst 46 thieves
36 chambers full of bees
robinhood living off of government cheese
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Just Me
03:03
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is it just me, or do we got it sounding kinda lovely?
in the pocket right where the drugs be
dirty hands out looking crusty
don’t touch me, don’t judge me
but don’t we got it sounding kinda lovely?
in the pocket right where the drugs be
dirty hands out looking crusty
don’t touch me, just trust me
don’t make me spell it out, it’s kinda hard to define
sound substance divine, the kind that alter the mind
second hand, not an Audemars to barter the time
we’re all byproducts of an awkward design
that’s fine, i’m aligned with some true incentive
last time was alive i was truly missing
pass time by flying with the true and living
stack a dime for every sad line i threw and you missed it
and if you ever listen then you know me well
keep my soul on display like it’s flow and tell
to no dismay make a blazing trail, open sail
i’ma keep on rapping until KD send the holy grail
holy hell, holy rollin all these hills
only lonely cells hear the broken bells, hope and fail
catch me at the pregame if we don’t prevail
only smelling what you stepped in, that ain’t no Chanel
is it just me, or do we got it sounding kinda lovely?
in the pocket right where the drugs be
dirty hands out looking crusty
don’t touch me, don’t judge me
but don’t we got it sounding kinda lovely?
in the pocket right where the drugs be
dirty hands out looking crusty
don’t touch me, just trust me
don’t make me call em out, i’m going outta my mind
sitting ducks hope well, put em all in a line
a flock of feathers ride a coattail and they call it flying
i flip it wholesale for a bag that’s already mine
cash fine if you lying playing truth or fiction
rap crimes lack lines with some true conviction
mad times multiply, i don’t do division
asinine minds left behind misconstrue the vision
but if you know my mission and still uncompelled
underestimating what it takes to come from hell
couple feathers short a chicken missing on the scale
in the kitchen, faucet always dripping when it’s dope to sell
but don’t go tell, talking reckless on a cell
end up in a hole or tryna tunnel out the coldest cell
catch me at the after party on a dose of L
only homies know when money long enough for ponytails
is it just me, or do we got it sounding kinda lovely?
in the pocket right where the drugs be
dirty hands out looking crusty
don’t touch me, don’t judge me
but don’t we got it sounding kinda lovely?
in the pocket right where the drugs be
dirty hands out looking crusty
don’t touch me, just trust me
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Everyone I Know
02:26
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yea, yea
(should’ve burned this place down when i had a chance)
oh no baby hold on (hold on)
it’s going down in flames (in flames)
nah ain’t no need to prolong (mmMm)
that’s the sound of change (that’s change)
get free baby so long (so long)
no more bound in chains (no way)
i dunno why the vibe can get so low
but i know there’s gain always found in pain
yea, i don’t mean to beat a dead horse
no, i don’t wanna sound the same
wait, it’s coming out the horse’s mouth though
sound like green light (skrrt) let’s race
bionic arms and a metal chest plate
titanium angels say “have a blessed day”
while the rest just stress away, i won’t hesitate
more or less it’s cake
forget about the drones, we all sacks of bones
never seen a pig fly, never seen a drone play a saxophone
forget about the drones, we all sacks of bones
never seen a pig fly, but i seen a drone made of acetone
woah, we going up baby hold on (hold on)
nah, don’t look down though (don’t look down)
look, you can see the curve from here (dang)
mm, don’t worry the ground go
up here cop moon-rocks by the ounce, yo
from an alien android with a clown nose
yea, i’m only bartering l sound codes
and a couple terabyte light source downloads
aye, and when the bots come and raid the place
make sure that your thoughts in a sacred place
maybe time to check the box say “save the day”
while an AI Ye sing amazing grace (sheesh)
weaving thru a maze in space
ugh, we been through that blazing lake
they say slow and steady bet he takes the race
set the pace, i’m saying, more or less it’s cake
forget about the drones, we all sacks of bones
never seen a pig fly, never seen a drone play a saxophone
forget about the drones, we all sacks of bones
never seen a pig fly, but i’ve see a drone…
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11. |
God Cut You
03:53
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13. |
Blackhole Honeycomb
03:25
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14. |
KYNG
02:59
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15. |
Dirt Nap
03:20
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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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