[Verse 1]
They make as much sense as streamin revenue,
Def the rogue mutant with the touch of death who left the school.
Bent the rules like these ghouls do election news
or progressive views--I’ll flick this pen and make metals fuse.
“Sorry, we expected Mr. Levin, who sent for you?”
Sandin these edges smooth as the centers of precious jewels,
It’s okay if none of my metrics move--I’ma carve a wave
in this blade’s shade until the stencils swell and swoon.
Auctioneering these works of art to the hard of hearing.
Head in the clouds, could make a couple of Hondas heelies.
Used to get twisted quick as parallel parking steering.
Droppin gems on em, and all they done is lost an earring.
Talkin bout some pockets, fam? You wouldn’t run the risk,
Walked the middle of Elm Street dreams, and seen the shutters flip.
They double-dippin in trouble until they bubbles slit,
Listenin as they umbrellas click, tryna duck the drip.
[Verse 2]
I was outside battling, while they rassled with agoraphobia
How they ask for the problem and struggle solvin the formula?
Bars hardbody—yours get autopsies and coroners,
mourners markin your corner, hangin poems, bottles, and portraits up.
Hit em with death stares, and they responded with rigor mortis.
Hate as common as a second mortgage in River Forest.
Call me ill-advised, took a million tries to heal the losses.
Only thing realer than pain is what the drillas drawin.
In- and outta-stock of bars they was finna bite,
until the disses started hittin like a hidden knife in a prison fight.
Strippin fright out my vision like demoted lieutenant stripes.
They game ain’t even ready for Fisher Prices and little Mikes
Water style extinguishin the candles on they cake,
When the facts is in they face, it’s rattlin they faith
like findin out that they favorite holiday characters was fake.
This a caliber of great not even calendars could date.
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