Stood up in the center of a mass demonstration/ "Good luck with the winter," I could hear someone say, "Bruhl, Chuck, can you hear me? I think it came from this way, men!"/ Paint the fence/ we played with our pain/ ain't slept a day since//// The alleyways and fire escapes used to I.D. me by my name ; and though I get a little better every time I sing,/ those same old cold stones and rungs/ convey the sentiment of rain/ (just sediment pouring in the drain)////

This city's always been haunted/We don't shy away from drug abuse, we seduce you when we flaunt it// Lots of colleagues, peers, spent all 4 of those years barkin'/ I can't wait til' I can kick fuckin' rocks from here,//// but "here"'s all that appears to more and more of us/ a whole generation where "ear"'s the only unused orifice// The saints and martyrs of spirits/ laugh; leerin', they toy with us/ Speculate; we crave the pain more and more (boy, we must)////

1st hook:

Don't tell him

He's gonna be mad,

but I hijacked the abilities Yah sent through my soul

Why should I bother to serve a captain with attitude

...without my twin to help keep me whole...?

2nd Verse:

Gemini awakens/ blindsided by the side of the bed she wakes up on/ don the Teflon excitement/pipe-hittin' muhfuckers duckin' under the sirens/ I survived 9 lives of blood, sweat and tyrants//// I should've been dead, but persevered/ like a voice inside my head was sayin' softly, "you'll understand when you see her"// just this side of 17/ justified methamphetamine/ what the fuck was I meant to be?/ Left dead in the depths for keeps//// Wept so aggressively,/ made sweat the flesh bleed/ like the Prince of Peace in Gethsemane let best his men sleep// Get dressed,/ depressed feet/ did trek, Did trek did death feast? Shit,/ Yes, and confessed Simon, 3 times he denied Jesus////Like Christ wandered the desert/ while the Morning Star tempted him:/"You really gonna argue how this little bit of bread is sin?? I know it's gettin' hard to/ J.C. you're gonna starve, dude!"/ "Hardly, my Father's watchin' up in the stars, you should've repented, FRIEND"////

Go to Hell, He's more than my dad and he had you ill at ease

Too bad you couldn't rent out my soul

Me, that C.M. (Steven) has more in common (not to say I'm a prophet; I'm not) than you'll ever know

"My demon was the product of 'curiosity killed'- Not true/ he's been taunting God since the Bubonic flu// When black cats and witches/ were more than just superstitions/ Sacrifices to Saturn/why half the town's kids are missin'//// This is not your father's Regan-era company shit/ This is hot pagan bitches/ naked, with cum on their tits// speakin' a dead language you couldn't do with a human tongue/ I heard a rumor they do more than just missionary position////Am I a heathen? Let me see/ I guess, just when I'm breathin'/B.C beejes were said to be simply the method of demons// Men were said to be sinnin', soillin' the seed/ you can see the trek of my progression by the venues that I've drenched in my semen////

HOOK:

Why I wanna watch a bunch of topless, exotic dancers?

The hottest ass in town party's here with he rack out/

Why'd I thought I'd dodge all the politics and the fantasies;the obelisk and sand?

To me, call it a crackdown//

Why, when in all honesty, if I'm bad, no one stoppin me?

guess then I'll just keep poppin' these oxy til' blackout/

I've been in a lot of these "Lookin' down on me" drama beats/Lots of these people oughta see I'll never back down////

V2: I used to be a gentleman, but now I'm a prick/ Constant hipocracy taught me the right and wrong coffee to sip//Implicit bitterness bias/ slit the carotid artery of alliances/ Riots, when you know how nihilists get////Right-wing zionist pit/ throw the covens in ovens/yeah, on the covenant tip/I see, I MUST'VE been lit// IV with Tussin and thizz/ I be like Hunter, but crip/ Comfy with umpteen motherfuckers bumpin' somethin' other than this//// What's for supper is kids/ This fuckin' summer I'm gonna indulge in my love for blood and show you what gluttonous is//

"My demon was the product of 'curiosity killed'- Not true/ he's been taunting God since the Bubonic flu// When black cats and witches/ were more than just superstitions/ Sacrifices to Saturn/why half the town's kids are missin'//// This is not your father's Regan-era company shit/ This is hot pagan bitches/ naked, with cum on their tits// speakin' a dead language you couldn't do with a human tongue/ I heard a rumor they do more than just missionary position////Am I a heathen? Let me see/ I guess, just when I'm breathin'/B.C beejes were said to be simply the method of demons// Men were said to be sinnin', soillin' the seed/ you can see the trek of my progression by the venues that I've drenched in my semen////

HOOK:

Why I wanna watch a bunch of topless, exotic dancers?

The hottest ass in town party's here with he rack out/

Why'd I thought I'd dodge all the politics and the fantasies;the obelisk and sand?

To me, call it a crackdown//

Why, when in all honesty, if I'm bad, no one stoppin me?

guess then I'll just keep poppin' these oxy til' blackout/

I've been in a lot of these "Lookin' down on me" drama beats/Lots of these people oughta see I'll never back down////

V2: I used to be a gentleman, but now I'm a prick/ Constant hipocracy taught me the right and wrong coffee to sip//Implicit bitterness bias/ slit the carotid artery of alliances/ Riots, when you know how nihilists get////Right-wing zionist pit/ throw the covens in ovens/yeah, on the covenant tip/I see, I MUST'VE been lit// IV with Tussin and thizz/ I be like Hunter, but crip/ Comfy with umpteen motherfuckers bumpin' somethin' other than this//// What's for supper is kids/ This fuckin' summer I'm gonna indulge in my love for blood and show you what gluttonous is//

V1: I recall the summer where/ heat stroke was stalkin' me/ Peepshow was mockin' me/ Decent folk like I sought to be// Speed brokered a lot of deals/ Streets was no place for Steven but C.M. Burns burst on the scene/ cursed the ether/ lost a lotta meals//// Pussy was dangled in front of me not unlike the worms that lure the fishes/ I would search for the angles (they mad suspicious)// Cuz Inever knew myself to be but simple with no interest/ to the kindle in the fire/ (I thought only pimps get bitches)////

HOOK:

Since Kindergarten I was kin to trauma, sure/

A kid that's blessed with empathy, not especially popular/

Carried it through public high/ was married to the lump in my throat/

Little did I know I was the GOAT waiting to come into my own////

V2: How many nightmares and dreams/ did I block out of my mind's eye/ Alchemy I done imbibed/ an out for me, all just to redefine "high"// 4th of July in 2005/ I'm lucky to even be fuckin' alive/ Ain't it wild? The baby blues stayed true to my hatred where dilated remained my style//// Runnin' for nothin' with guns to be somethin' I'm not/ Ain't it my luck?/ Hey this was fun/ Til the one night in the summer '05/ I'm alive and I realize the rot// Enter the sky and my nose/ now ya know fa sho when somebody gets "got"/ I was just hopin' to smoke on a bowl/ spinnin'/ no kiddin' I wish it would stop//// Whoever made you think bein' gangster was hot/ never mentioned the scent of a fresh body (guess they forgot)// Maybe 6 or 7 out of a thousand in a millennium/ of frauds turn out like Gotti (You wouldn't wanna be ANY of em')//// Tomorrow from yesterday/ I prayed, "Dear God, can we borrow some extra blessings?" He said, "I fear not"/ Is that black dog the satcloth?/ I beg him, "Spill the ending"/ He just acts deaf, and laughs, yes, for real he keeps me guessing//// Christian school was prison retooled, dude/ but not in the physical sense/ Men and women pilfering the children's mystical defense// Kds whipped with a pistol? Yes/ Is this shit miserable? Yes/ Now we're grown up, addicted to dope, a fuckin' mess////

Guess it was good I was kept in the dark to embark on the path of a lifetime/ Dominic knew the demonic was too heavy/ let me accrue what I might find// Who was the author that said that, "You can never go home again"?/ The Devil he offered me bread/ but starving for death, disheveled, I lifted my head//// God and I hadn't been choppin' it up/ resentment left me amiss/ So he waited with patience/ one day he would send me a prophet/ a hottie with Heavenly tits//// "Fuck" is a word that I say all the time/ an action I haven't since she was my wife/ My passion's been hacked into tiny bites/ I don't think she even knows she had the knife//// If that means I'm abstinent now til' I'm dead/ then kill me, for real, cuz' I'm lackin' the head she gives/ and all of these bitches think that they're magicians, when really they're lackin' the cred////

HOOK:

Since Kindergarten I was kin to trauma, sure/

A kid that's blessed with empathy, not especially popular/

Carried it through public high/ was married to the lump in my throat/

Little did I know I was the GOAT waiting to come into my own////

I can't just scream, but I can't sit in silence/

When I dream of the machine I sow the oats of my own balance//

I'm "Merry Christmas"-Hopper/ You're "Happy Halloween" Bob/ Fat-Dracula Sean Astin Rackin' some wack "fashion mccabre"// I'm part Johnathan Byers/ You're part heart-throb/with a car/ and a "part-art"-for-a job/ You're cute with Nancy (and part knob)//// This is where it gets tricky, cuz' Johnathan's brother Will is much more my scene/ (and YOU'RE no STEVEN, you're more akin to a Hawkins shill// And the girl we fight for's neither prom queen nor Winona Ryder/ She's something else entirely-- they might as well inscribe a number--

1st Hook: On the side of her arm

That way a Dark Knight as "murdered out" as I've heard you are can get this part right:

She don't need our pity or pacification

We could be a team

She don't need another man calling her "Vicky"

(Man of her dreams)

V2: Picture for a minute that substitution under the listing "science fiction": It's just the the mind twistin' tryin' like Dixon (Mother-bitch!) just to make the clay that is the brain acclimated to another ditch/ rain until the summer itch//// You hate it when fate skips your say-so in a dayglo situation/ Fsaygo manifestation/ Am I crazy? (Obvi)/ Victim of theft of intellectual property by the Insane Clown Posse/ Crypto digital like Bobby////

Fetish contortionist/ with a mental weapon/ sexy as a sex organ/ She's an "End all demogorgons" specialist// Just because her esoteric potential's yet to amass/ I can tell the difference between her genius and a mentalist//// My cat's beginning to conjugate/ strnger things have happened/ That's when cracked-in/ did obligate to tap in to a a map inside revenge fantasy/ Attackin' the farm/ I might as well say goodnight to mental health/ thunder alive on

2ND HOOK:

the side of her arm

That way a Dark Knight as "murdered out" as I've heard you are can get this part right:

She don't need our pity or pacification

We could be a team

She don't need another man calling her "Vicky"

(Man of her dreams)

She's more than just the sum of her total/ next to a scumbag ith a scrotum/ I'm a totem tipped into a vat of acid

I would never take back the nastiest bits of her past

I know they make you mad

But that's what made her into a bad bitch

I can feel your ego from here, kid/ and I should know/ I'm totally fluent in the language of emo/ That's why my SEAR kit hits up to here with dope and enough miracles to babble on/ You'll be aghast with fear/ the past/ She'll laugh and cheer when the last tablet's gone//// Moses musta had what I imagine was quite the sack of gonads/ oh yeah, the size of a coronavirus smoke stack conspiracy/ Hear me/ To take commandments that Yahuah decreed and figured, "Yo, since I'm leading the wolfpack, Tell Sinai we're gone"

3RD HOOK:

That way a Dark Knight as "murdered out" as I've heard you are can get this part right:

She don't need our pity or pacification

We could be a team

She don't need another man calling her "Vicky"

(Man of her dreams)

She's more than just the sum of her total/ next to a scumbag with a scrotum/ I'm a totem tipped into a vat of acid

I would never take back the nastiest bits of her past

I know they make you mad

But that's what made her into a bad bitch

Raps'adee (Instrumental Intermission) by Harlee Quinn

Dedication by Harlee Quinn

This ain't just another catchy tune/ music written about you, or to you/ This is more than just "at you" or "for you"; it's through you. O collapse in a stack of ash, graspin' at any untapped syntax for "adore you"//// My passion paved a path, piecemeal. Chicken-scratch reveals . this is just "rap" without you. Badass with a pad and a pen, God would've just laughed if I said I wasn't, that doesn't mean your love (I love it!) doen't count, too//// This isn't a tome of resentments, upsets and regrets-- this is St-st-Steven's speech impediment (yes, kids!)Spin my spirit at 75 rpm continuous/ army-of-men insignia/ call me a simp? (Ridiculous!)//// Chameleon/ a million hues and foundations and nudes/ Sold into slavery in trays for outrageous wages/ and salacious corporations up what you pay in with dupes/ Am I still blushin'? No, that ain't the blood rushin' you rube////

HOOK:

Sorry for every night where I was wilin' out, goin' off

I was just trying to show off

Smiling now? No I'm not

No I'm not claiming this as solution, but my muse through all calls amusement to candy-wrapped views of what we know as "nuisance"; these "Lutherans" live through unique views and...

...This isn't that this is music about you.

This is that, this isn't music without you <3

V2: Dreamt a muhfucker held me at gunpoint and asked if I thought God was real/ Told him in the most polite way he should have cocks for meals. I said "If you're an atheist, you should pop off, for real. You'll be a believer by the time the first shot will heal"//// He cocked, cocky, and acted, but martyr ME? I'll pass. *tick-tock* nd his optics revealed: clot and congeal, en masse. The Father his damn self entered from the dimension adjacent where man's images scrimmages next to God's face//// It's not for nothing he partnered us up/ no you're not for my crutch, but we DOMINATE "clutch"// I can survive if the virus is "love's lonely"/ but what I can't surmise is why He tires us/ fire's only//// a glimpse into the infinite/ chimps invented the wheel/ man could steal sin and reveal himself as kin to it/ I vampirize a map of lies/ fantasize her ass and thighs until I stiff as a brisk Inuit/ then you would apply////

Sorry for making your life harder, I have this heart for you; now it's a prop/ If I were you I'd drop it, too/ often too weather-beaten/ it's rotten through like the apple that damned the crop//// I'm committed in a way that would make your days brighter/ if I could set fire towards mistakes I'd fly towards// He works in mysterious ways/ Don't wanna hear you say "never" when you know it's what the fuck I rhyme for////

A part of me thinks Sacajawea'd be down to party...

The heart of our feast when harvested wheat and barley...

Romantic notions, oceans that opened my levees and ego

(sent me back halfway evil)

Heaven's closed for the rest of the no-good season/ Hell relieves heat/ Wendigo eats when man is weak and manna's meager/ Candor transfers camphor back through the ether// Meander when it's half-past pandemic/ clammed up in a jam, but I meant what I said when I said it: Goddammit these millennial assholes don't get it//// They got WiFi out the dick so then why they don't get the message?

I begged and I don't regret it....

My mixtape is a crazy take on what people perceive to be sacred and make prophetic/ awakened for the sake of the stake made in aesthetic////

HOOK:

Sometimes I feel like I'm the Devil's favorite animal/ He laughs while I struggle to stand, he doesn't change the channel though.[He] Watched my pain consume the only human I love.

I'm just a cannibal...

I'm the type of guy I would "Bye-bye" if he tried to get a "handful"

I'm not gonna sit and cry.

The Big Guy tells me intel from the inside

(people think I'm crazy, anyway)

I know Father God's got a wager with monster Maads/ I don't know the odds, but I've known him long enough to spot his betting face!

This is for everyone.

You honor me when you listen.

But it's harder knowing soon I'll lose the only one who gets it. I've pulled real dope straight through the veil; I punched a demon from Hell in the grill so why should I doubt the power of Jesus?

"Cuz' Steven, things like this never seem to sell, and you said it yourself: you're trying to rise and find the mainstream (and make a little, as well). Cut the 'I'm so fucking deep' shit, and definitely cut the 'G-O- fucking D' bit, what if someone who's somebody sees this?"

PEEP THIS:

You can deep all 8 inches of "Bailien" meat if you think I'd trade a Sheik's fortune on some unfortunate corporation's uninformed mis-impression of me. I don't relent, bent-over just cuz "pedophiles are threatening!"

Wettening your pussy, maybe eating your ass, I think, is a good substitute medicine in lieu of a vaccine. Naturally, I'll have to oversee the procedure myself, I only have my cock out in the name of good health (why else?)

2nd HOOK:

HOOK:

Sometimes I feel like I'm the Devil's favorite animal/ He laughs while I struggle to stand,But never change the channel though.[He] Watched my pain consume the only human I love.

I'm just a cannibal...

I'm the type of guy I would "Bye-bye" if he tried to get a "handful"

I'm not gonna sit and cry.

The Big Guy tells me intel from the inside

(people think I'm crazy, anyway)

I don't give a motherfuck

for every prick and cunt

said I's disposable sans diploma (guess COVID got you pissed, huh?)

I trust the government like I trust that Dougray Scott has got a pussy he's covering with his mediocre Scottish cock

I can't wait to see the look on your face when the dead walk

I can't believe I'm actually saying this: I'm ready to go

(no, not away, kid, I mean like for the down-throw)

Guess we'll just have to see what happens, this is the outro

One man's Givens is another man's Crowder /With sickness in remission, it's simpler just to doubt me/ I bought the ring, the farm, fought for dowry; you brought her a japanese car and a salary//// I could do devastating things to you with my mind, I'm one breakdown away, just to saying, finally: "I was never crazy, I was just biding my time. You underestimated me, T, lemme show you what's behind me!"//// I'm hostin' a bad motherfucker within me/ I could clip that grin, nix your dicksuck shit-speak// "Life is so hard :( " I could fix that, GET me?/ [The] shit you'd unleash, I wish you would just HIT ME!//// Were that I had firm of a grip on the handle attached to the wick dipped in the wax/ Bliss "slipped" grasp like a sandal// In fact, would that I could dip my good hand into acid, I'd need an advil, badly, like after a chat with Daniel////

1st Hook:

I can see your face when you can't see me

I've been to the cave where the Batman sleeps/

My dreams are pain/ when rain paints the leaves, saline drains the street/ pale hale into sleet////

Apex predators caged in me (stealth)/

Nameless sedatives make this seem chill/

There's three kinds of conflict hollerin' at my health:

Man Vs. man

Vs. Nature

Vs Himself

I have issues repeatedly being joined to paths I cant stand. And a man who annoys me isn't even annoying at this point; in fact, I rather enjoy it. And before you go, "Burns must be destroyed!"-- sit.//// This is a message just to the people embedded in the Devil's evil agenda. Cheese-eating demons offend me. Part-carbon in urns to turn Christopher into Lloyd. The part that pisses me off is we share the same rare coin////Everyone is placed in the baser beginning state/ to see the rest of the people seated surrounding the table as evil// Stalin was ballin' far as he saw on the easel/ The demon we draw is upheaval of of "godless" perceived bonded to ego//// I ain't sayin' that mass murder is cute/ just that Adolph, Nero, Madoff made off as heroes and truth is within the eye of the beholder. and bolder, still the proof is just a cold shoulder seemingly heated beneath a leaky roof////

2nd Hook:

I can see your face when you can't see me

I've been to the cave where the Batman sleeps/

My dreams are pain/ when rain paints the leaves, saline drains the street/ pale hale into sleet////

Apex predators caged in me (stealth)/

Nameless sedatives make this seem chill/

There's three kinds of conflict hollerin' at my health:

Man Vs. man

Vs. Nature

Vs Himself

Post Hook:

Baby, I'm going crazy. I pray, (but you know God- sometimes he makes me the tasty aphid, sometimes the frog).

It ain't always easy differentiating the attainable Hades' shell games and dreams

I quell the thing reaching a fever pitch inside me, but I wanna fuck you so bad, I could just SCREAM!

Post, POST Hook:

What'll the future be if the suture seeps through/

Huddle the future king, man it used to BE you/

Subtle, the truth in her ring, it used to beam through/

Cuddle the green til' the sheen is steam for means to a review/ (X2)

2nd Post Hook

Baby, I'm going crazy. I pray, (but you know God- sometimes he makes me the tasty aphid, sometimes the frog).

It ain't always easy differentiating the attainable Hades' shell games and dreams

I quell the thing reaching a fever pitch inside me, but I wanna fuck you so bad, I could just SCREAM!

I wanna fuck you so bad, I could just scream...

Man Vs. Man

Vs. Nature

Vs. Himself.