Too far gone to ever come back
Got a lot of baggage from a past life to unpack
More substance than your whole catalogue in one track
Quick suggestion, quit doing all that shit you suck at
Take it how he gives it, y’all dreaming, he just lives it
Y’all mad cause deep down you know you never did shit
Sipping on some liquid, a pool full of poison
It makes him get forgetful of the body he’s destroying
Besides writing raps, there ain’t shit that he’s enjoying
Save all that advice, that’s the shit that he’s avoiding
How you gonna tell em what to do when you don’t have half a clue?
His response is to walk away and laugh at you too
Carry on carrying the cross
Accruing this perspective, he ain’t scared of what he lost
Everything to gain, brain plagued with disdain
At the fork in the road, he just made his own lane
Ignoring everybody while laughing at the lames
Do it for survival, he ain’t rapping for the fame
But he’s writing so much that he’s gotten great
So he doesn’t have to beg y’all to purchase what he makes
Listen to him and spit, no doubt that it’s the shit
All he’s gotta do is just put it out and dip
He’ll return only if he feels like it
Always even keel, he don’t really get excited
Mainly cause anything left to see, he saw
Read the rhymes he wrote tho, not a single flaw
This album is an impressive feet of writing and sound design. Kill sets such an incredible mood throughout the record, and the writing is consuming, reflective, full of dark humor, and the weight of life. Easily one of favorite albums to drop this year. Bloodmon$y Perez
A considered scientific reconstruction of the hardcore NY rap album. You feel the cold chill that feels like NY but it's really the kind of cynicism this heinous world leaves the considerate ones. danielolneyfme