INTRO - Kay Ryan 'Still Start' As if engine parts could be wrenched out at random and the car would still start and sound even, hearts can go with chambers broken open. VERSE 1 - Vacant Cemetery i'm a fuckin hip hop headache ethio-jazz on the tables comin' at you fast, more angles indian at heart, no bangles appropriate the unfilled spaces straight white bitches can't tame us found a way to channel all the anger drop this shit loud, it's a banger (ay) i know this shit bad, do it anyway broken ground? Nah, shit groundbreaking makin' moves, please and thank you for letting me speak for the unsavored unsaved, high-tech, bloodbank unpaved, high-risk, feng sui, flip a bitch back like "woah hey" you're lookin' at me young brozay I'm about to speak take a listen rain turned to snow outside, shit's Christmas no we do not talk 'bout the unfinshed business found a way to cope, fillin' out a lil' wish list wish list turned to a hit list catchin' blows, body bag, missed it don't think twice 'fo i hit this keep focus while i kill shit (ay) BRIDGE - Miyka'el We in the go hittin' the north for the show now i'm on my waves washin' up with my toes out gimme my blade let me cut down these hellhounds ain't got no breaks so I guess it's just go now We in the go hittin' the north for the show now i'm on my waves washin' up with my toes out gimme my blade let me cut down these hellhounds HOOK - Miyka'el Ain't got no breaks and I guess I can't slow down stuck and i'm froze in my lane when it's snowin' and cold out Ain't got no breaks and I guess I can't slow down stuck and i'm froze in my lane VERSE 2 - Jaunté I went home need a phone took a ride through the field and i'm thinking defense snakes in the grass but y'all never give in blessings for me guess i get what i give im on the edge cuz you take what you givin you label me crazy when i'm gettin in but these niggas hop out when the picture get livid they hit my line for a show now i just grip on my dick and I show out hoes appear and they wanna snowball hoes appear and they look like hoe now if i spazz on you they take they phone out if i keep this up probly go pro now look for the one you don't know now just look for the one you don't know now HOOK - Miyka'el Ain't got no breaks and I guess I can't slow down stuck and i'm froze in my lane when it's snowin' and cold out Ain't got no breaks and I guess I can't slow down stuck and i'm froze in my lane

HOOK - aristokatic and Vacant Cemetery black dusk lit with torches step down from your porches get down from your horses time to go VERSE 1 - Vacant Cemetery rise up light up the fires, know your worth lit fires to purp and green, orange like it's halloween, pullin spears and pitchforks linin' all the streets this a movement for the people gotta practice what you preach, choosin' the path of all the heroes in our books get the populous to take a look and see all the stone cold faces now filled with fire lighting up their light with the torches that fill the sky you know we comin' to take down, break down all your norms tired of repetition cuz we all want a cause represent the people in this life that don't have a voice cuz we got people with the patience and the chance to ignite (uh) HOOK - aristokatic and Vacant Cemetery black dusk lit with torches step down from your porches get down from your horses time to go VERSE 2 - Kashow leave a trail of black dust scattered these mad trucks been sensin' something on the horizon it's time to act up couldn't stop this if you tried so instead of proselytizing, I advise you in helpin' make this great divide margin large, and stop this motherfucker that's in charge fuck the one percent let's show how tall our numbers really are so if you with us or you not just know it's coming ain't been the one to run, I give all 'til I got nothing (uh)

VERSE 1 - Vacant Cemetery I've been slippin' into darkness on park benches of large cement came up with broad goals, a hard nose, and no foes, but now I ain't got nothin' to give aimin' to live off of all i can get i throw up my set i do it for the homies who've been waitin' for cold souls, i drown in this shit i'm down the abyss I do it for my brothers with no hoes who lie, cheat, and bargain with death i started this shit nobody can take me out the hall it be open like the drawers of my closet when i'm fiending for shit don't tweak on my time don't leave when I'm on the line I'm tired of your shit I'm tired of being the last one thought of standing on the corner when the beat came on they had to get me they never let me I spit my mind they can't forget me they see me HOOK - Vacant Cemetery I'm slippin' into darkness in the broad sense scramblin' my mind til' i'm on the fense I looked over and saw death they see me I'm slippin' into darkness in the broad sense scramblin' my mind til' i'm on the fense I looked over and saw death (yeah)

VERSE 1 - Vacant Cemetery Yeah I'm kickin' back back eatin' on this Thai food right on a bible, nah i'm playin' this is spiritual take it back, original, cynical, nah I won't do that, I'm a miracle look, I'm sick of seein' all the same old shit I'm to jaded to exist in this pit I'm swollen, chosen from patterns that be makin' fractals I've seen it all maybe that's what i retract to look at the walls cave in agoraphobic nightmare's claustrophobic wait, opposites attract what do i care can't buy these raps from but the pen i took i probly hit the jug before you could look you see it right there i'm playing high snares with low stands ballistic pitches resonate you can hear it right there it ain't a fad too quick to be in and out they said but what's the point of talkin' too long if nobody's there, gone

VERSE 1 - Vacant Cemetery Why my breath stink? Why my chest sting? Why am I resting? Why am I wasting all this damn time? Why am I perplexing? A lack of understanding. Ain't too many lies, just gotta read my lines Why am I dragging? why am I hanging from a thread? why am I less than what I am? why am i thinking? i'm asking why cuz i got questions lacking substance like on the road to pick up my empty pockets got more weight i'm throwin' change-ups why am I quittin' baseball? why am I wishin' for 8- no i don't do that if there's one thing that i've figured out it's why I'm laid back, but Why am I waiting long? Why I ain't too strong? Why am I lost in feelings? Why he puttin straight tobacco in the bong? I got questions that lead me to the start been waiting from the jump for an answer to my calls I got none and that's why I do this I'm coping, tryna make it through this I'm feelin' real somber I said I'm feelin' real somber 'fo i drop the ball VERSE 2 - BlackDanielWhite my hands fumble the ball my frail four limbs I can't lift it up couch bound baby live my adolescense feelin' like i was so sick as fuck this grouch was tucked in a bed in a house feelin' like ima recluse confounding gaze when I see you bounded arms prevent self harm plastic tubes I'm made to breathe through life taught me we ain't equal I was wallowin' in my fecal smellin' foul as hell, body was a jail got a clouded mind, IV's only thing keep me alive I'm so deprived of sunlight, I just wanna see it again I'm funnelled down this tunnel grim reaper ripped me out my hovel just to drag me through the streets grab me by my ankles take them cuffs acceptance of defeat I need more than for you to pray for me

INTRO - Frank Zappa on The Today Show 'How does Frank Zappa want to be remembered' ugh, it's not important 'not important at all' mm-mm 'wanna be remembered for the music?' it's not important to even be remembered i mean, the people who want to be remembered are guys like Reagan, Bush, these people want to be remembered and they'll spend a lot of money and do a lot of work to make sure that remembrance is just terrific 'and for Frank Zappa' i don't care HOOK - Miyka'el You think about your pride you're so caught up in your demise your demise your demise your demise You think about your pride you're so caught up in your demise You think about your pride you're so caught up in your demise

VERSE 1 - Vacant Cemetery I'm an old soul livin' in a young mind fine-grained but coarse to grind i'm hoarse choke, spit, and whine keep my conscience on my shoulder 'fo i turn unconscious gotta make it to that rose gold expensive taste been haunting me and my wallet arteries start to cloggin this steak got more beef than the whole rap game no slang when i spit this the truth young blood makin' trips back and forth doin' this too long cuz i've been old and tired since the jump, it's been a minute since i've had a bump kick me up and raise my fist high clutch it while i'm tongue tied hold your promise 'fo the alibi (uh) VERSE 2 - Vacant Cemetery I won't break back but break bread ain't talkin fast food you thought nutrition of the mind is bought these the building blocks cementin' my name this shit is what i've been striving to make and change happens now we stick together unified we catch what you do from a distance and scrutinize lord knows, there's 20 seconds that can make a difference there's 20 records that can make you spin this there's 20 dollar bills that finish out a wish list there's 20 racks that came from prisons there's 20 locked up by the 12 with the guns and yet we still sittin' here wastin' time, spinnin' records and makin' dimes we gotta watch what we incentivize VERSE 3 - Chi T I'ma bring the sunny back tryna put me in the back oh, I ain't havin' that I'm gonna be in the sky like Walter Payton in the Chi legendary running back if you let me run it back oh, its the revival of the samurai you jack me up i never die i leave him this and never lie i guess i'm just that kinda guy i guess i'm just that kinda guy, yeah VERSE 4 - Afroshinobi In yo bitch's gato I flow like clamato gettin' guap pronto pokemon kanto fuck monsanto my hermanos all that i know blacker than kyro bars are pyro we are idols y'all sleep like nyquil don't be sleep bars are pyro we are idols y'all sleep like nyquil don't be sleep

VERSE 1 - Vacant Cemetery brisk air migrates when leaves turn red brick a backdrop to cold minds and burnout a walk through these broken bricks is enough to raise suspicions if anyone has stayed here for some hundred years will they exit with anything the building blocks line the halls of open mouthed preaching and closed minded reading maybe they remember but we all seem to forget what was said down the line some months later when sound waves to deaf ears are you one to write or let the wave crash behind and reverberate from the walls of red brick VERSE 2 - Vacant Cemetery A crow never gets cold She did choose the perch over anything but for what feel breeze chills glide down back they could never capture this ice in a pack reimburse my impairments reciprocate the natural disasters breathe, think: for what? I'm not owed anything they didn't do this the steam drifts past the cold, dry unforgiven when I came back to you what was I waiting for you were just passing through I couldn't stop myself when I came back to you what was I waiting for you were just passing through I couldn't stop myself VERSE 3 - Vacant Cemetery Sirens in the distance Did you hear that? Can’t be us, right? No way The river flows shallow Through maroon wavelengths They’re getting louder You should probably put that away, man Shut up I’m not kidding Our cover was dense But would it be enough to protect us Pulse I think we should leave Y’all overreacting all the damn time He was right. Stampedes have no remorse for lost sailors My heart rumbled ten timpani STOP RIGHT THERE! Run! FREEZE The night moon is not an adequate luminary for This red, blue moment GET DOWN DROP YOUR WEAPON The ground shook. I knew They had won A stampede through a cold desert night is no match for a wanderer

VERSE 1 - Vacant Cemetery Breathe in she call me up i'm leaving keepin' my friendships broken unspoken, im seethin Breathe out leave a bag posted up on a couch I ain't enough but I ain't startin' to pout without drown in the songs of my past life smokin' hella dope can't look, need a flashlight underwater when I started I hit the ground running it's nothing Gleam at the end of the tunnel all these thoughts and dreams catch me in the mud i'm stuck with a nut and a crutch no worth but a buck 8.50 too much for the cut had to deuce 'fo he came with the stunt ain't playin' games I'm leavin' them thangs 'fo they call my name pull out dip out scram 'fo you get popped ain't fuckin' with no folks, they opps all of 'em holdin' grudges for nothin ain't gettin' buckets or nothin' you a blueberry where the times went (yeah, uh, where the times went, uh, you know) VERSE 2 - BlackDanielWhite dazed and distorted running gunnin' down hollis novice, that's you don't test the man that's got it i'm not snips not a padawan mama called me a vagabond i scuffle with the rubble to prove that i'm a savage on fuckin' fist face, tell me how cement taste yo' emotions gettin' misplaced coerce your crew to the hearse placating words drawn up funds out your purse in post-mortem i'll be fuckin' a nurse got dignitaries askin' who my actuaries kings and queens gift me with relics from the sanctuaries read the sign that's scary with a raid that's to the pocket sights incline you to cover up your sockets dishonest public servants that pick on us regulations that keep on us out the reapin' of they own numbers ghost funders of elections got connections man change representin' all this and i'm only consumed by what bitch line i'm steady pressin' hope you motherfuckers get the message VERSE 3 - Vacant Cemetery I keep it goin' like i ain't off beat this shit on stutter, cut it up with the heat don't miss, don't trip don't waste what you got or you'll be sittin', shittin' cold hands broken beats and nothin' to rock I ain't been on this rap shit in a minute but there's always a time for it get it off my chest let it breathe for a minute until I get the chance again to come back with the pen and tell 'em how I really feel about shit, you know got a lot on my mind every single day a line, poetry filled with images i'm drinkin' wine the dark rooted purple substances are food for thought you gotta bargain 'fo yo' shit gets bought know your worth and cop

VERSE 1 - Vacant Cemetery ain't no reason not to fuck with us y'all could go fuck it up, luck it up you gon' need the bag fo' you toughen up I was in the kitchen we was cuttin' up knuckles down, had to pull up on ya fo' it blazes up blaze wit' us hazin' up the pack hit the wave on up bag check, fuckin' up car wreck, you luckin' up hot fuzz, pot luck, eating good on God I'm the rap game raven, yo' career is a mirage ocean pours over like an oasis fo' it rolls over trippin' off acid and there's faces tiltin' cold shoulders bad looks, get booked, put me in a pod she was sendin' me away before I wrote this here homage to my lord and savior: all of the ones that passed on (yeah yeah yeah, you know. you know how I'm comin', ay you ain't ready for this mane) VERSE 2 - Vacant Cemetery I got a couple sketches with my man D White Paintin' pictures we ain't startin' fights ignite less you hittin up my girl for neck i'm talkin' to that meathead motherfucker but I'm wastin' time I'm like a metronome playin' in yo' head at the house show probly cuz you can't keep time but maybe then you might sound okay and that's fine less you make a mistake then you got more than mine you bitch ass tattoos and piercings, you hear that? or too busy listening to *TICK* *TICK* click track? Ya I'm petty, but I bring it man to man and drummer to drummer I heard your group is done must be a bummer cuz you got nothin' and you ain't never gonna be somethin' I see the envy in yo' face when you see my drummin' and that's all you'll be, sit there and spectate and that's all you'll see, man, how my dick taste?