SCURVY D:
Welcome to the land of the Forty Frames
lots of peaks and valleys here in our landscape
You got to face the change as we rearrange
the pace at which thoughts roll through your brain
Preemptively shake you, break you and remake you
Decidedly real like scientific breakthroughs
that show how little in fact, we really knew
packed with a dose of hope, ‘cause you ain’t screwed.
Bow to the kings of hip hop’s salvation
masters of underground renovation
pure elation, ‘cause we ain’t faking
Triller than trill, for the next generation
Found the Abyss, and we pushed right past
you bastards can’t handle half of our craft
you’re daft if you think you fuckers can blast
what we put out for a joke and a laugh.
WYATT:
I used to write carelessly
I’m still careless but I care for this
I’ll embarrass you effortlessly
destroy what you cherish and love
you’ve created a monster despite your best efforts or lack thereof
I am the ox breaking the yoke kicking a dove into a tiny million feathers fuck peace I’ll destroy whatever comes at me
I’ve lost everything, lost in the Heather fields where my father house once stood
I’d’ve burned it down myself if I thought I could
That smell of wood, that smell of piss, that smell of strip club
membership cards and expired Camel points tickets all ashes burying the brick foundation where the basement used to be
My vacation is five seconds of silence and a 9mm with no safety
ANTHONY:
Forget the palm lines, it’s seen behind your eyes.
Your cause of death won’t be found in a deck.
I took on the profession long before the lords came down,
before the first apocalypse.
Nostradamus of death; accept my psychic heritage.
The first time I was born was before the swarm of locusts.
This ain’t no hocus pocus or bogus midi-chlorians.
Once again, I transcend against all that.
Ant be back on the mic, time and time again.
After your life begins, I’mma tell you how it ends,
and when it’s all gone I’ll take another shape
Escape from your fate is hard to await.
FORREST:
Back to back, brothers from another mother attack.
Singular stacked
Ain’t no disputing the fact
That our slice is precise
like an Exacto knife.
Even over distances and varying branches of our lives.
Through this, remaining true
and we’re bringing this to you.
Hurdles are made for busting through
strolling with the crew
that you would die for, any war,
settling the score
stable core, from the days of yore,
bringing you more.
credits
from Monstrosity,
released December 1, 2017
Features: Scurvy D, Wyatt Furtherton, Anthony Jackson, Forrest Jameson
Produced by: Wyatt Furtherton
Mixed by: Anthony Jackson
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