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Prophets Of Grime

by 4HATEU8

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1.
Monkey skeletons be be Ever wake up over and over to one of thems days seems everything you say is taking another way It's all assumed consumed misconstrued festering corroded converted allegations that become absolute reason Why Materialized by another mind narcissist's ecotistic eco capitalist to the wrist it's just a cyst it was just a cyst Gain self in trust calling out to the brethren They will spawn into line as the crow fly's Reveal self is just getting trashed in the clubhouse Released immortal creators to exhume I've had one of those days when you realize A vicious cycle drones into revolving days Lead to months for years succumbed into playing The same slame game for fears that it could change What would be the gain Get the fuck up it's time to keep up with the sloshnkrut shot schlop or hop onto the clock's cock Or hop onto the clock's cock Free will is just call out to the brethren The day will spawn a will to give Revealed self is must getting trashed in the clubhouse Release immortal creations for to consume Monkey Skeletons be thrashing all through time been slashing until you can't feel the use All through mind been bashing all through grime still gnashing until ya just don't take it anymore Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it anymore Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it From those Monkey skeletons be thrashing all through time been bashing until you can't see the abuse All this time been watching all through time been stalking until we don't take it anymore Don't take it don't take it anymore We all are gods And you are alive We all are gods And I am your fire We all are gods And we stay alive Away from those Monkey skeletons be thrashing all through times been the gnoshing until you can't feel the abuse All this time been gnashing all this time been slashing until you just won't take it anymore Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it anymore Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it Don't take it It's time to choose
2.
Mr. Mercedes 02:13
So hey are you going to cry So hey do you need to cry To justify a way to drive To justify the taking of life So tell me does it hurt U poor violated introvert, it's absurd To justify a question why activating a reason Early 042318 my white rental ryder awaits New incel rebellion has begun fueled by toxic e masculinity Shameless balless towards woman so aim slame resentment A grotesque development awaits Mr Mercedes gonna plow straight into you Mr Minassian fucking pillar a half a mile peppered to Sheppard And so the black pill conquers the beta sickness plays on distinctive addictions to denial Obsession translates on schedule to derail Mr Mercedes gonna plow straight into you Mr Minassian fucking pillar half a mile peppered to Sheppard I like the way you die in my way in my time Veering over five lanes a lead foot sends them sailing over the roof The supreme gentleman lives on to overthrow Crank onto the sidewalk people now lying some not moving at all Chads and Stacys shall splay as I drive into you Mr Mercedes gonna plow straight into you Mr Minassian fucking pillar a half a mile peppered to Sheppard All hail private Minassian infantry Twisted bones and shattered skulls are the legacy Shoot shoot shoot three times a gesture to provoke the authorities Next time leave be my schcell or it is three in the knee
3.
I want for freedom well I was born here But it was sold to the fattest bidder for the fastest dollar Left to wander in all directions A souls numbered sheet of paper sent with the wrong address Sold sold now it's time to crawl Did I want to live in a bastardized world the irrelevant commodity Did I want to be enslaved without a history by makers of a fraudulent existence Somehow left without desire Somehow left without identity Sold sold Now it's time to crawl To know I'll never be what was laid out for me Yet I realize and I can see a tether latch onto conformity When I am left to live and belong to this freak show it's a fucking horror show Left to stumble between a double rail into a darkening abyss of old Sold sold The irrelevant commodity left without desires And to know I'll never be what was laid out it seems Yet I realize and I can see a tether latching onto conformity When I am left to live and belong to this freak show a fucking horror show Left stumbling between a double rail into a darkening abyss of old Sold sold Now it's your turn to crawl Did you want to live in this bastardized world a irrelevant commodity Do you want to be enslaved without history by the makers of your fraudulent existence Listless without desire Somehow you'll be left without identity Sold sold Now it's your tun to crawl
4.
TRACI 03:27
Dank smoke whirling twirling fervorous through sound inveigled confabulation Nauseated excitement I'm tickled with enlightenment senses race nervously erotic Exposure to obscenity perhaps the most vexing dimension She's just a girl she's not a whirl chasing her inhibitions You You You You take me like I was to relive it again you you'll take me up It was a never forever eternal together with a simple token connection Yang greets yin genuine duality coalesce in a bonafide deuce moxie My composure to walk the line was a unfortunate involuntary reaction Privilege in the page wanton enslaved lives perpetual adoration Oh you you take me like I was to relive it again you'll take me up She she is Traci she's got the zazz She she is my Traci she got the zazz She she is Traci she she she got the zazz You You You You You You take take take take me me me me like I was to relive again with you you'll take me out Dank smoke whirling twirling fervorous through sound of inveigled confabulation A nauseated excitement I'm tickled with enlightenment senses race nervously erotic Exposure to obscenity perhaps the most vexing dimension She's just a girl she's not a whirl chasing her inhibitions She is my Traci she she's got the zazz She she is my Traci she she's got the zazz

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Recorded at Beach Road Studios June 8-9 2019

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released June 13, 2019

4HATEU8

Sandy Hoelzl - Bass
Keith Ruck - Drums
B-Rye - Guitar
Corey Harvey - Vocals

Sieigfried Meier
Beach Road Studios

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