Delivered in sinnerspeak through a grid of zipper teeth,
and loose lips—each fleein rat plugged a different leak.
First-class middle seat...the lows with the highs.
To be frank, beef’s only worth a Polish and fries.
Quasimodo a rhyme, my name chimes at a higher pitch.
Unseen, pricey gifts treated like a pint of piss,
in designer print the spitting image of pirate pimps,
The pyre lit--they just need to find a witch, or a scientist.
Livin at the bottom of a bottle when the lightning hit. De-
fiant as dying wishes, or infants smilin when diapers drip.
You’re welcome...Adderall Adam’s outta retirement
polishin a handful of jewelry they couldn’t mine or mint.
So it’s au revoir to the old guard. Claim they got a top spot
til they dragged from it like a towed car.
Wanna verse? ’ma need a Goyard--
I’m so broke, dog, the other day I tried to crack a postcard.
Music still skippin from Chicago to Rome, and
theirs barely survivin the trip from college to home.
I’m playin Contra with Hov and Galaga with Beyonce,
slappin white people who pronouncin it, “Solanjay.”
Why you tryna cop like the plug in your dusty town?
Know you got a job cleanin up, made your mother proud!
Front like you don’t mop in the scrubs whippin suds around,
until you got rocked in the club like a button-down.
Tryna pass off a counterfeit chin check.
Power switch flipped--bet. Counters hit, split flesh.
Out the lion’s den with every one of my limbs left.
Felt like I was talking to a wall until the bricks wept.
credits
from ceenick,
released December 4, 2020
(A. Levin, J. Shered)
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
Steeped in cool-tone sounds that nod to ’90s greats Tribe, Gang Starr, and Souls of Mischief, this record channels the spirit of the Chicago everyman, propping up the notion that true power belongs to the people. Roberto Johnson