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.
my favourite backwoodz release for 2021 that flew under my radar for far too long. my real favourite track is probably Bardo, but that's not on this this release. a wonderfully pensive collection of tracks, i'm excited for whatever comes next in Prem's future. Jonathan Pickelbelly