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Still Scum

by Bip Jeffers

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1.
Dirty Badge 02:09
I used to wrestle i used to ramble i used to hustle i used to gamble now i wander through the blue skies far away i was a liar i used to trifle i used to stay up cleaning my rifle moving faster down the action every day hoping for a dirty badge to blow away i was so far away through the blissful night i was wandering i was sauntering jay walking and dreaming of you i was a coward i was a faker i was a mover i was a shaker now i hunger for reality all its troubles all its seasons till my blue skies tear my demons far from me
2.
hide your booze in the toilet tank, a pack of smokes for rainy days and hope your girl picks up your thrown out songs i dont remember much these days its alcohol or faulty genes sometimes i forget that im twenty shit years old and i aint done at least not yet so play your songs in a different key and pray that theres a god that sees your trying, even though you know (he was just having a rough time) there aint the option held to run away was cast the second you heard her say "i will" outside of that holy nashville state force yourself to be brave the rats are having children now i never knew i could be so proud your boys are shining brighter than the sun so take the shot and smoke the bowl for the ones we used to think were old but now we know theyre the ones that got it done theyre younger now than anyone i crush my fear like a shotgunned beer wear my doubt on my chest like a bandoleir to intimidate the ones that seek my end nows the time to quit your job your voice is a divining rod to spit the face of those that wish you dead off with their friends suck it up old friend were no where near the end at this point there aint anyone to hold you down i crushed my fear like a shotgunned beer
3.
Jelly Globe 02:17
Theres a lack of battles but i will see you safe i would BURY BURY BURY BURY us in pop culture as the winter takes big freeze on the jelly globe its snowing late i did not mean to TAKE AND TAKE Theres a lack of battles, but i will see you right i would CARRY CARRY CARRY CARRY us on husky dogs led by fairy lights Theres a lack of battles, but i will see you straight i would MARRY MARRY MARRY MARRY us in scuba suits in the frozen lakes
4.
i dont even need words to rap bars chorus im as cold as ice my hearts blacker than the night am i evil ? im the real ryan gosling im the black ryan gosling but if you look into my eyes love starts oozing down your thighs im your hero im the black ryan gosling im the real ryan gosling without words my gaze can say a million things but instead of staring ill just sing they dont really know much aBOUT ME cause a dragon ball z scouter cant SCOUT ME said im gonna kill hip hop dont DOUBT ME paper towel socks flip flops cant STOP ME hot how can i not be oven mits in the glove compartment where the GLOCK BE cut above the rest like an artist just CROPPED ME done wearin hats cause nobody can TOP ME fresh i be lookin like i smell clean then you smell me and i smell clean good like a kid who sit in class till the bell rings bad if you go to the cops and like to tell things my life, the real grand theft auto got 5 stars, cops still wont follow one glance could end your whole life ima be your final fantasy cloud strife
5.
Im not a writer, im sure not a saint im not a painter im just MS paint a lights all i want a glows all i need silohetted by a screen in a bed of sweat and semen i hold you in my arms i can hold you in my arms whenever i need you i press down a key whatever i want is presented to me an s and m hell, i think im in heaven a six minute video after 11 i hold you in my arms i can hold you in my arms im not an artist, a poet or priest im a deviant scumfuck at least eclipsed by my shame, embedded in voices if no one calls my name than i guess my only choice is to hold you in my arms i can hold you in my arms
6.
FEMA 02:32
i wanna feel the weight of every cigarette that i smoke i wanna hear the lying in your stupid backwards jokes there aint no thing to try theres just a final solution in mind to keep the free world safe we must exterminate mankind so lets go lets go to the concentration camps lets go lets go to the concentration camps F E M A C A M P F I R E song F E M A C A M P F I R E song there wont be no campfire there just a fence so i hope that you'll all sing along i wanna eat the shit from every spoon that society fed i wanna lead the country and the world until im dead there aint no thing to try theres just a final solution at hand to keep the free world safe we must do as this world demands so lets go lets go to the concentration camps F E M A C A M P F I R E song F E M A C A M P F I R E song there wont be no campfire there just a fence so i hope that you'll all sing along
7.
yall know i claim to be a FANCY PUNK ROCKER but if you really knew me youd know i was just a big talker i dont know who the decendents is i dont know who the subhumans is woah woah woah my daddy didnt raise no TRANSGENDER BATHROOM and if you see my family tell them ill be back soon i dont know what a tax return is im just happy that i dont have kids woah woah woah yall know i say that i am HITTIN LICKS IN THE BANDO but if you really saw me youd know i was at home watchin marlon brando i aint never seen the godfather 2 you dont like my taste in movies, i dont fuck wichu woah woah woah
8.
County and state lines that you cross wont take away the pain from the things that a woman can say, the cops and the memories weve tried to outrun the treacherous trifilin shit that wed done ANXIETIES A TRAIN THAT CANT BE STOPPED OUR LIVES ARE A MURAL THAT CANNOT BE CROPPED THE HIERARCHY OF NEEDS HAS NO TOP no matter what the hard drinks or hard drugs you try they dont take away that cold feeling inside cause anything dope takes away on the street gets returned in the silence when you try to sleep i traded in my lungs for deflated tar filled bags i traded in my pores for a bunch of needle tracks i bought a pair of pliers and applied them to my brain i sold my pair a scizzors when construction paper cam I TRADED PRESENT TENSE FOR THE PAST I SWAPPED OUT SECOND PLACE FOR DEAD FUCKING LAST NOW IM TRADING IN MY BRAINCELLS FOR LAUGHS
9.
Jesus Christ 01:27
G C G D lyrics Jesus Christ i was under the table the whole time running from the light of my brother and on my life i would strangle myself if it meant that my void could bask in another souless fuck again i hate you youve got aspirations and by talent i mean you got money to back you and fuck you too (you got open cases) you've got gossip to auction, 6 different locations All called Otherlands i cant pull my weight i know that im just gonna suffocate and if were living in a police state why is my dick in a free speech zone oh my god can i hear your voices shouting louder and louder at my shitty choices and if its true could you please shout louder i must misconstrue it to feel all the prouder EVERYONE LOVES ME
10.
Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain White folks say it controls yo' brain I know better than that, that's game And we ready for that two soldiers head of the pack Matter of fact, who got the Gat and where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll Whether your project's put on hold In the real world; these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Against the real world (against the real world) It's bigger than all these fake-ass records When po' folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work, then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter Or you want to just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop It's bigger than hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gon' get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We ride for y'all all my dogs stay real Nigga, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds And pay your bills, because they not MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' 'bout how much money they got all y'all records sound the same I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material Y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice, a dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace, or freedom Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake This real hip-hop and it don't stop 'Til we get the po-po off the block, they call it
11.
Deeper 03:51
Slammin', half a thang of heroin in the bathroom Keep an AK and the backup, in the backroom Cook a meal clean and she suck me, like a vacuum Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon Sent a couple zero's, money on my J pay Payin' off the CO's, smokin' on the gateway Word around the block, when I was locked She gave my thang away 'Bout to have a baby with another, that's what they say Damn, well, please say, it ain't so Took off the glove, say it's love, when it ain't though Her classmate was comin' over, that was strange though Apparently the homework ain't all he came for Maybe you stank ho, maybe that's a bit mean Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen Like a child running wild in these sick streets Man, I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep [Break] Damn, bitch, that's why I treat these hoes the way I treat them That's deeper than a motherfucker, baby You know what I'm saying? Uh [Verse 2] Slammin', smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down Zip it up and then I ship it, to another town Smoking hella weed, while me and Willie bust a couple pounds She used to like that type of shit, now we don't fuck around Girl, you used to say them other brothas wasn't hood enough Got your lil degree, now brothas from the hood ain't good enough Bitch, you wasn't trippin' when that old school was pullin' up You was short on mids at your college, who would put them up? Well, bitch, I'm out here puttin' on I hope you feel the pain I'm feelin', when you hear this song Don't want a nigga that's gon' slang shit up in your home But you ran off and got engaged, man, that shit was wrong All to a nigga that don't got nothin' that I ain't got Only difference is, he tryna be a fuckin' astronaut Saw this motherfucker when I walked up in the barber shop Green as a leaf, lookin' sweet, that cut a brother deep [Break] Damn, so these type of niggas you fuck with now, baby? [Verse 3] Uh, I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother fuck him Ain't trippin' on a brother, I just think you rushin' But leavin' him, to be with me, ain't part of our discussion Plus I'm on the road now, different color hoes now Layed back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now Bitches wanna tie me down, but I ain't in that mode now Five years later, why you calling up my phone now? Uh, well, bitch, how you get the number? Like every other month, I'm switching up that motherfucker Back on the bus, I used to finger fuck her, singing Usher Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucker I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did You and me forever, shit we'd say when we was kids She say, I'm havin' problems and I pray that he forgive When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a brother deep

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released October 13, 2016

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