The devil lives below my footsteps,
with a million red demons underneath my toes,
puppeteers pulling strings, but I want to be a real boy
and stop committing sins, Heaven only knows //
Mama I’m a hasbeen, mama I’m all washed up,
Daddy I’m a spare nickel tossed in the coffee cup //
I’m a statistic, depressed and sadistic,
Preacher at the bus stop but ain’t nobody listening //
The ghost of Derek Atanas Christoff, lost voice 37 sun laps,
a pissed off stockboy,
Dreaming of lifting a glock at 6 god, block boy,
run that fuckin’ bird chain and white high top Jordons //
Rob Ford! The mayor of the basement,
the sheriff of a ghost town, Jones Town,
Yesterday’s news famous for not being famous,
tired of hearing voices and never seeing faces //
Back stage warming up my vocals for my swan song,
sacrifice my whole life to do it for the love //
Views don’t pay bills ‘n props don’t pay rent,
I’m back to get revenge for my bruises and my cuts mothah fuckah rise up //
IRON WIND
Primal Winds and D´sisive dropping hits for the masses/ tearing up the track with tech on the vynal scratches/ this worlds tainted by sin so wind waking em up with the sick flow /cause the devils rising up from out the fire and the brimstone / so I use my shine gifted with psychic power/ to call upon a gunslinger to defend the Dark Tower/Passing through demensions beyond the minds comprehension/ saving lost souls praying for a red dead redemption/lurking among the horseman is the pale rider/ a look death in his eyes and breath of fire/ got you in trapped in his chains like the ghost rider/ revealing your sins with his gaze when it burns inside you. Setting demons ablaze with the eternal flame/when the man comes around he taking down names/ Deciding who to free ,and who to blame/ cause when judgment day cometh son, we all the same/
PRIME
You can’t escape your fate from crossroads on a grid,
It’s never too late for pit stops the law forbid //
From all the glancin’ nearly lost a lid, save a foster kid,
now he dancing with wolves like Costner did //
The votes unanimous, cause family won’t abandon thee,
creed, new breed, of man that’ll lose his sanity //
The feeling the betrayals like being stung by tons of manatee
know who you’re dealing with? Here come the Sons Of Anarchy //
You can hear the name whispering in the breeze,
always on the run with Thelma and Louise //
Not waiting for hell the freeze, cause we got mouths to feeds,
bringing the cows home and everything else he needs //
It’s Sheen and Estevez, with a bullet prof vest that says,
test at your own risk to protect your breasteses //
If you riding with these rebels, then prepare to repent for sins,
eternal sentences, because the devils //
The excellent Baltimore rapper Jay Royale punches his way through icy, noir-ish production with take-no-prisoners bars. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024