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The Trailer Park B​-​Sides

by Tommy MV$ERVTI

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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
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(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
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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

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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

Remastered and edited by Jaime Wosk

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