He writes like there might not be a next time
Ran out of bourbon, so he poured himself some red wine
One bottle later, almost wrote a whole album
Looking for the answers, might’ve fucked around and found some
Passed out, woke up feeling kinda foggy
Still groggy, gotta go and get nutrition for the body
Walked to the bar for a bloody
The bartender knows him, even calls the dude buddy
Sits quietly and doesn’t talk to nobody
No paparazzi, and for that, he’s so lucky
An underground celebrity, but no one knows exactly what he looks like
And that right there’s the reason why he’s got a good life
It’s all about the work, he don’t care about the image
The job isn’t finished, cause the rhyme schemes are endless
Tremendous how his penmanship is pensive
Money’s cool and all but that is not the incentive
He was sent to make sentences rhyme exquisitely
And flip the chair of every throne to force the kings to bend the knee
It’s just a matter of time before he catches on
He don’t even need to a hook to write himself a catchy song
Every line sticking to the rib
His favorite kinda party is just sitting in the crib
We all gotta die, but did you really live?
He ain’t buying what they’re selling, so you’re getting what he gives
supported by 16 fans who also own “Red Wine (feat. uknowwho)”
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
supported by 12 fans who also own “Red Wine (feat. uknowwho)”
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