Claim to be a beast, and I’ll carve the belly out you
Crack that apple jack and fill a Martinelli bottle. Lost
yourself in that “knees weak, arms are heavy” costume.
Prophets crucified before they start to spread the gospel.
Left turn, right lane. Baby due, so the price change, while
they still tryna finesse the desperate with a Skype names.
In the wrong game, snipe huntin with precise aim,
until they becomin the cabooses on Coors Light trains.
There I go bein angry again, cuz the
government’s even out to tax my wages of sin.
I’ma die and come back as a bank of data for them.
Fuck a weatherman--we whirlwindin away to a stem.
Zimzalabim, new danger in the palmistry, Monastery
modesty, left nirvana without a mark on me.
You wanna be the disease, the antibodies, or the vaccine?
You want your last words to be profound, or a cat meme?
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