Still Scum

by Bip

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released October 13, 2016

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Bip Memphis, Tennessee

"This dudes music is like, fuckin badassoriginal folkpunk, he's talkin bout" "(Bips) music speaks for itself"-Brennan Whalen, HEELS, WFMF records

hey also juss type in zero so my downloads don get limited. juss buy now for 0 cause cmon is it rlly worth it no lol
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Track Name: Dirty Badge
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
Track Name: Off w/ Their Heads
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
Track Name: Jelly Globe
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
Track Name: The Real Ryan Gosling
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
Track Name: Trap House Confessionals
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
Track Name: FEMA
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
Track Name: Fancy Punk Rocker
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
Track Name: Anxiety Train
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
Track Name: Jesus Christ
G C G D
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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
Track Name: Its Bigger Than Hip Hop
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
Track Name: Deeper
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