Gunsmoke from Antisocial Graces by MIDI and Code

There's only one way to deal with the killers and the spoilers, and that's with the smell of gun smoke…

killin it, just like I' taking lives when I write sound
dead on the ground like Dylan Taylor and Mike Brown
you better burn this bitch down and scream loudly
undoubtably there's nobody left to be proud of me so fuck it
I'll say what I want and how I wanna say
whatever first grade word play is third rate
it's alright, but when I strike down
it'll be with twice the might of a great white bite down
and a billion times the fire of a Great White show
so even alien star gazers notice the glow

I'm that immune to you motherfuckers mad at the moon
just one sad dude singing a sad sad tune
like that one Mystery Rider that one ripper sang
by the fire before death rang
just to be safe you picture worse case
as I erase all the things you can't replace
and fucking when I explode brace
I'll mangle and hurt faces with twice the rage of apes
and a billion times the fire of the Triangle Shirt Waste
and a glow the Krittikians notice in space

• Codeman
• Electronic Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Jon MIDI
• MIDI and Code
• Rap
• electronic music
• experimental hip-hop
• gunsmoke
• old timey
• samples
• underground hip hop
• Port St. Lucie