Deciphering the stars
Foretelling fortune through my tarot cards
My mind’s eye spies everything near or far
We’re like bards
We revel in bass and treble, powerlevel
and leaving several rebels ultimately disheveled
And you better understand the history of this band
A bond forged through years and rhyme
Shifting like the sands of time
By design, we come to you as pure torrent of forces
Of course, our roars will shake your bravery at the
Sources say that rap won’t even live to see the day
a return to form, bringing back passion as the norm
Here we are, we do this for us, we do this for you
Not cars or jewels
Every single part of that is truth
Once upon a time in the land of the sky,
four guys came together with a musical cry
for an end to the bullshit hitting our ears.
No talent hacks from channel so clear.
Sad sorry jokers who greased a few palms.
I got now qualms in causing lyrical harms.
It’s part of my charm, yo sound the alarm.
Ear shattering peers cause, yo, we the bomb.
With rhymes and vids, we’re entertaining these kids
We got them flipping they lids and they placing their bids,
on our auction house shit. What kind of greens can you get?
Share that ish if you want The Frames to spit.
“I know--let’s take the long route” you said
and we turned down the road
where we found that deer not dead yet
still bleeding from the neck from where a truck must have hit it
you didn’t cry, but I could see if you did you’d just hide it I bet
you’re good at that
hiding from heavy impacts
we stop to look at every overlook we pass
to smoke cigarettes you laugh
when you think about the first time
we drove blind through the snow searching for road lines
that were covered salt brine
barely there so scared and unprepared for the absence of light
dare you to tell me the truth, do you really like
when I ask you everything, you just let the song sing
“This is the first day of my life”
you have got to finally bring another CD
I’ll never be able to hear this one again after we
you get stoned and put the kettle on
then we finally get to the top
where straight shots stop and it gets curvy
like you in a tank top
and we peer over the ledge the straight drop
down feels so great.
Let’s spit and see how long it takes to hit the lake
I don’t mind that we have to wait
for every stop light and sign, we should do this every time
every time, we should do this every time.
I’m on this, like Ant on a hot bitch.
Amish, lights knocked out, flip on the light switch.
We’ve been doing this shit for years.
Ten to be exact, in fact, look in the book
We’re staring back at you.
We’re ahead of the times, new Romans
You’re three months late to the game
and you’re showing
You’re struggling up the stream
when you’re rowing
We’re the river forcing you away
when we’re flowing
If you missed it, my name be Ant
Jackson is my last name, write it down.
Bio goes something like:
I’ve pimped ho’s, robbed some banks, smoked some ‘dro
and drank a whole liquor store.
These bullets are yours, load them up bitches.
Glock is shoved down your throat, I’m sick.
You get in my fucking grill asshole
“We can’t take it anymore Forty, please stop!!”
released December 1, 2017
Features: Forrest Jameson, Scurvy D, Wyatt Furtherton, Anthony Jackson
Produced by: Wyatt Furtherton
Mixed by: Anthony Jackson