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Baird Street Apokalypse

from Death of a Salesman by Scurvy D

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Forrest:
Brimstone, fel fire shooting up from below
Your last toke, you choke in thick black smoke
Invoked, your fear stoked like a flame in the abyss
Persistently lit by the torch in my fist
Sick when I rip, dexterous when I flip
This track, attack, change the tack, and wheel it back
Stomp! I'll shake and break the earth
Richter Scale off the charts when you enter my turf
40 P to the F, bridge to the spirit realm
With a mic, manifest the Ninth Layer of Hell
Dip our cup into Eternity's Well
The Sundering, unlock the gate to the demon cell
Legion of the Burning Rhymes, emphasis so sublime
The heralds of the fucking end of time
The world rests before the Dragon of the West
One more roar as the sun sets

Scurvy D:
4-51 degrees of heat
When The Frames come together, bitches keep your seat
Don't want no clashing, let's keep it discreet
Just in case, I've called in DJ D
Wyatt Wyatt on the track, bringing afros back
Fojay hella blazed, Ant sleeping in the back
Dreaming dreams of 50 bill stacks
Do what we want, when we want as a matter of fact
Life will change in ways that amaze
When the sky and the ground are set ablaze|
Guns over god in the End of Days
Remember each death is just a turn of the page

Anthony:
Bring it back bitch
Yo, here comes your thug
Popping people in the head
Fill your chest up with slugs
Get some more shots
'Cause you might got tetanus
Ant be in the back
Making drinks like a date rapist
Place us on top of your CD collection
Whip out my nuts, yo do these look infected?
Got to take control with a proton pack
Cruising the strip, spending two-ton stacks
Changed my name to Mister Vegas
Fifty grand at the table
Just got wasted!

Wyatt:
Never the best for first,
with these misplaced affections making me feel the worst,
these soft skies, and rehearsed lines
that take away from everything we say,
fall is just another season I'll be today.
With nothing on, just bark on an old tree
and a bell no one's supposed to ring,
I feel the wind like the church feels the choir sing,
"He lives within my heart" a feeling I can't relate to
without the cards you said you'd send
but didn't I know you meant to
I'm burying your driveway with leaves
and I couldn't be stopped for anything
the wrath is so pitiful but genuine all the same
and the heartwood in me says that that's a damn good thing

DJ D:
I don't have to remind you who just stole the mic from your lips
You've been stalking stealthy,
so your part in this song got skipped
It doesn't matter what you say or want or do
'cause you aren't the wiser to the quiet in the room.
And I'm not saying this to be at all unkind
That's how the darkness comes and swallows up your mind
It roots in deep and just grows and grows and grows
Up till the real facade oh so truly shows
Let the fire inside fuel those fiery eyes
Cast me the shadow here cause fire burns alive
Its chosen you, it chooses few
Nothing you can do til the judgement ensues
So, step back and watch the master
You just might enjoy disaster
Of that i'm the high grandmaster
Cause my killer rhyme reactor
Wipes your brain clean that much faster
Then a hit of pure grain ether
Flashing finger so you'll remember
DJ D from six feet under

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from Death of a Salesman, released September 3, 2009
Forrest Jameson, Scurvy D, Anthony Jackson, Wyatt Furtherton, DJ Dizzump

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