FERINE

New music, new album. Experimental album. All production, beats, vocals, lyrics, mixing and mastering done independently by me.
More to come, both experimental and more developed. Thank you.

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Lyrics:

Body bag of broken bones, laundry bag of the same old clothes
Go and take from me my fingers my toes, I still wring out the folds
Treat my body like a punching bag, or rug mat, running ‘til my lungs collapse
Story’s told, words are sung, hackles raised bared teeth and twisted tongue,
Kisses come but they’re missing love, getting tricked like this will make you numb
You’re posing threats as if I’m more scared of death than living a life I’ll regret, you’ll taste this knife in your neck
Or I’ll die trying, my freedom to me is worth 1000 lives dying, you’re doubting I’ve dealt with tyrants
Line you up like it’s season 7 and it’s prime time man, nearing the end of the season and I haven’t ate
I’m a fucking primate an ape, in his prime, Imma take what is mine, what it takes to survive

Those aren’t my demands, yall giving forgiveness
You’re making me laugh, you don’t know my mission
If you aren’t with me cuz I’m rolling with it
You’re kill to the road that I’m paving shiftless
So kiss this and bite me, miss this I’ll fight see
Arthritis in wrist and I get it nightly
It hurts me, these sights seen, I don’t take it lightly
Yea that’s why I write, while my mind tries to fight me

Y’all wish I was dead so put a knife to my throat
Then a gun to your head then water in my moat
I’m a castle you can’t attack all alone
You’re gonna need an army to harm me, but sorry I still own
All of you bitches
Go pack up them bags this ain’t your business
You bring no value or ambition your work ethic’s missin’,
You’re worth less than shit
You ain’t even a piece of ground that I’d use for pissin’

I made myself a promise, I don’t die so I walk the hard path and slaughter anybody blocking
I walked through Hell ‘til I realized I’m a god and now I walk on water, as the days get longer
I taste the copper, but my pain I swallow, you’re in the shallows, my waves are massive
As they’re crashing to the ground I don’t look backwards, I got people backing me that’s why I see a placard

Gym got me jacked up with a dual wield pack-a-punched
Feel like a million bucks 100 Jugger-Nogs I had for lunch
Batten down your hatches I’m the rap George Patton with a passion for killing any bitch or bastard in action
Speaking of which,
A man is nothing but his actions if he’s accomplished nothing in life, and in power then he’s acting
I’m FDA approved white milk, certified Hood classic, y’all low on calcium this a class to learn these tactics
I’m passionate.
But not an activist, no one likes you blocking roads turn you to a flattened rabbit
I turn the black never go backs to some cracker addicts
Actually I’m acrobatic dodging racist claims from fat and sad chicks
Gotta be masochists, got me hacking up a lung by the way you got me laughing
So I can’t idolize or be influenced by a black man?
Y’all pointing out my color while I just live life, whack man.

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