Somehow, this became important
Carrying the fire and he kept the flame scorching
Nothing else matters but the patterns in the rhyme schemes
He like, “very far away from y’all is where to find me”
He keeps his doors locked, rocks to the sure shot
Got his own place, what the fuck he want with your spot?
He carved himself a comfy little corner
Stack of notes full of rhymes like some sorta hoarder
Life spans longer and attention spans shorter
People getting colder and the world’s getting warmer
Keeps his cool with some whiskey poured over some rocks
If you’re wondering how much he drinks, it’s honestly a lot
But every song he writes is a certified bop
So, if you see him out in public, give the man his props
Let him smell some flowers fore his carcass gets devoured
For writing shit that makes the populace feel empowered
Within the biggest moments, you won’t ever see him cower
God himself told him that he couldn’t be prouder
Turn it up louder if you ain’t really hear it
Let the lyrics get themselves entangled in your spirit
Nothing like a nice fresh dip into a youth fountain
Only took about ten thousand years, but who’s counting?
That’s a long time to give someone a craft to perfect
So the fact he’s still going strong, ya have to respect
Y’all came and went, he just stayed
And put a little magic into everything he made
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