New single from Defcee and BoatHouse following the success of For All Debts Public and Private.
lyrics
Earth is my wingspan. Jesters pull the
strings, push the buttons, watch the kings dance.
Heart beat through layers on my body like a heat scan. There’s no future in their frontin, while my forecast’s rainin free bands.
I ran up the score, they said, “The game cheated.”
Dark horse lappin your champions from the eighth seeding.
Ask your favorite rappers from Chicago, I been way decent.
You’re the dictionary’s definition1–it’s not the same meaning.
Crest of my wave leaning offa center stage, screaming
sound from above and beneath like when tape’s bleeding.
Shake demons through speakers across the page, speedin;
moral of the story only arrived in a chase sequence.
Training montage bars: drank the yolk, lifted boxcars.
Your fanbase is a stockyard.
If you left a good first impression, it was a false start.
My last tape’s the holy grail of a lost art.
HOOK (x2): Cash on hand when you hit me for a verse
And I need the second half fore I’m finished with the work.
Or it’s all on the arm if you ever held me down
so my name rings even when I haven’t been around.
Twelve hours’ notice, out-of-focus cinematography. How they’re living is a little different from the marketing.
I’ve been told that honesty’s the cross I’ll bear.
Yeah. I’m already knowing…cuz I hauled it here.
Everybody Paul Revere…’less the redcoats show up,
and who we thought friends pretend they don’t know us
until they need a favor, and we’re haters if we decline it.
Wading out a portal slingin science.
Finally made immortal, shame your silence.
Stomping down the mountain, waking giants.
The most you’ve taken off the table is my buy-in.
There’s nothin plastic bout my top five bag,
shook their stony disposition into rock slide slabs.
Rap is hydrogen peroxide for all my scabs.
I put the bottle down and caught my draft, at long last…
Put the bottle down and caught my draft, at long last…
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
