Watch me bloom like the Hyacinth
Fall into the Eight Gates
Hair, fiery red
Missy Highasshit
Pop a niacin
Spit vomit
Virus kid
Viruses, I'm sick wit it
Please delete my browser history
Victorious, inglorious bastard
Yeah, armed to a tee
Frank Castle
Gettin' bank for free
First National
Thoughts irrational
Half of y'all can't even stomach my lyrics
You bummy niggas
You gum on my shoe, fuck you gonna do?
I'm on a island in Japan
Fightin' Taliban by a mountainside
Usin' the powers of a paladin
Enchanted samurai swords galore
Pull up in a four door Ford
Ten of my ninjas deep
Ten Ten's pussy I'm tryna score
After the aftermath
When the pirate pistols
Blast my blade in half
We bareknuckle in the scuffle
I'm finna kick some ass
Smash 'em wit the flowetry
Yeah, you know it's me
Young Mazzy
Making dynasties in Babylon
Hammurabi
Got an alchemist philosophy
Velociraptor wit the teeth
Yeah I write bars at ease
Attention Socrates, I'm killin your soliloquys
Til these niggas riddle me with bullets
Or I kick the bucket
Naturally, I'm a ghetto bastard
Like I said, still classy
Dress like a gentleman
Aggressive, not passive
In the sack, in the end
I still don't matter
I'm collateral
Like civilians up in Battlestar Galactica
Caught in the crossfire
Shootin' back at ya
Blowin' up your reactor
Yeah you ain't a factor, you assholes
No class like a Soviet
Gotta kill 'em, so be it
Eatin' fuck niggas like Reese's
I know savages
That'll run into ya house
Take ya kids
And mail 'em back to you in pieces
Believe it
(V1: TM)
0300
There’s something foul in the air
I can smell it
But this is the land
Of the desert sand
In Afghanistan, nigga
Ain’t no tellin’
Me and my G.I.s get the orders
For the night op
Strapped up like Time Cop
Watch me write this
While my mind’s blocked
But I’ll rhyme tight ‘til my time’s up
We head to landing strip
Rifle’s to my hip
Got a M4 Carbine wit a full clip
In case some bullshit pop off
Can’t wait to get outta this bitch
Get my rocks off
Rockin’ knock off camouflage
We get the drop off
Chinook lands
And it blasts sand in our faces
Let’s face it, this pilot’s an asshole
That’s nothing new to me
I’m just a logistician, bitch
Don’t be rude to me
Or I’ll ruin your next requisition
Check the technique
While I spit like a pistol
Officials never gave a fuck
Told us good luck
And sent us to our deaths for the mission
You’re dismissed
Got a flow like a missile
Call it JDAM
Oh shit, think we made a mistake
That’s not an AK
It’s just a man holding a camera
That was an everyday occurrence
Don’t think this country
Will ever prosper and flourish
Anyway, back to the operation
Thought I did this shit for my nation
And theirs
But it’s all crosshairs
In the pitch dark
Like back when I was playing F.E.A.R
All up in that Trailer Park
Incoming truck reaches the LZ
And I’m buggin’
Wasn’t expecting company
But it’s our allies
An Afghan army police truck
Some nigga got lit up
By an Apache attack helicopter
Now they sendin' him to the doctors
The medics yellin' “hold my rifle”
As they work on Allah’s disciple
Each time they try
To move his half naked body
He screams and cries like a nine year old
Who just lost his parents
In a suicide bombing at a shopping mall
I’m on the fence
That they should help this dude
Other half’s saying he's Taliban
So fuck ‘em all
A Blackhawk’s landing to get him
But I doubt that he’ll make it
The Army just caught another body
And there's no mistakin'
As I look back, I think if I had a choice
I’d put a bullet in his brain
That’s one for mercy
And that's one for the boys
Yeah that's one for the boys...
(V2: LKD)
Hit the corner store to buy snacks
Hear the war as the camera tracks you
If it ain't the plastic breakin' from stray lead
It's the smack that claps you
Kid takes up his dad's strap
Skywalker wit a trap view
Cracked foundations
Quake snake breakage
Up in you like you was statues
Brashin'
Young and gunnin'
Stunted shades hidin' bloody eyelids
Implyin' a smile wit tight lips
And also wit violence if you try it
Inclined to the same shit he supplyin'
Playin' host to the same virus
'Cause if a hundred drug dealers
Tell you they ain't gettin' high
99 of 'em lyin'
Fear in your eyes is priceless
Paid in full wit a nine's grip
By six dudes in crews
That move product around High
Sellin' ice to hipster white kids
Gentrifyin' the crime district
The whites slipped in
To high schools and state prisons alike
Five minutes away, two men embracing
Under a Civic Center blanket
Painful that he made it safe back home
Wit a crack kit
Checking every address he meets at
Bad shit known to happen to trans tricks
Who listen to dude G Chat
Pray it's the last time he sees that
Two feet away
A young kid riddled with abscess
Gasps and chokes her last breath out
Hot shots in the pocket of a mysterious man
But he's probably long gone by now
As cops swarm
'Round the gold domed mosque
Fuckin' wit the pious men in holy socks
Fondlin' their piggy rocks
So they don't clock the vague outline of the
Glock in the young boy's jacket pocket
The death toll rises
As the tar melts, and the bell rings
School lets out
There's seven men
Shot dead outside the Nazareth Hotel
Uh, windowpain
Since that day
It wasn't the same frame
The same game I played
Will I take fame
Wit a grain of salt
Or let it rage?
Then I rage quit
Game over
Candy paint on the whip
That's Range Rover
It all changed the night you came over
Got hotter than flamethrowers
I wasn't sober
We went True Detective, undercover
Then you blew me like a leaf blower
Our scene's over
We're headed to the bar
In the car I get a text
"Who's Carla?"
Now you goin' supernova
Collapsed dwarf star
"Baby, she's no one"
Carla's a pornstar, at least in bed
But you ain't take your meds
Soma's on the sofa
Now the Rover's like a rollercoaster
Weavin' out the lanes
Pre-hangover
She screams "Was she worth it?"
As her muscles are jerkin'
We hit the off ramp
Fly through the windshield
I see the glass shards
Like angel wings on her
Just for a moment
Then it goes black
I have an out-of-body experience
Our cold, bloody hands
Are touchin' on the pavement
Isn't it touching?
But fuck it man, I don't even deserve it
I'm fuckin' worthless
(Hook)
And when I pitched
Through the windshield, I hoped
The last thing that I felt
Was my body float
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MV$ERVTI Syndicate presents the sophomore debut extended play by Tommy MV$ERVTI, The Trailer Park B-Sides
Produced by lil k dick and CoMoloNimbus
credits
released July 4, 2019
Mixing/mastering, arrangement, recording and live instrumentation by lil k dick
Co-produced by Samuel Kim, Nathan Grigg and Julien Baker