Janus

by KILLSTREAK

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1.
01:19
I've... seen things you people wouldn't believe...Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those...moments...will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time...to die
2.
03:57
We were born to die runnin Journeymen adrenaline junkies We know the smoke will catch us stumbled What a wonder for honeybees We fought with knowledge of the cost of the sting Buzz of velocity Songs of those been lost for the queen Living fossils starving to speak Unconsciously breathing Til the pollen that we sifted’s Blown gone from the heathens But these honeycomb homes will last beyond what we see Then we will leave our wax and plastic In the streets Processed; Caught in a sleep Turn to the freeze Burning for seeds The sum is even Growing past a saccarhine need Indeed I’m attracted to weakness, wait Or maybe just the strength it takes to show it We all hide in our hive minds I’d die to be open Overexposed photo finishes Living commotion Wings and our press clippings kept For these drifting devotions, look They say you need to shine With incandescence But I’m comfortable with grime And I will shine with imperfections This is for those who wear their switchblades plain in their stab wounds Who play in the shadows For them who know their scars makes em human Unmarred skin is illusion They will know us from the tracks we leave in the ash of our days Pyroclastic remains We collapse our restraints Hold no attraction to safety Our lungs filled with fire and clay To live and die in pompeii We will shine in our graves Riot away The road to perdition is written in calm Swift to embalm Second wind of the gone Singing soft We don’t need no photoshops They want Nirvana in a heart shaped box But these devils wear prada So our gods are the lost Our scriptures in the witnessing of Hymnals and songs, right? Bearing our crosses So aware of our faults Unembarrassed to fall We share the scars on our hearts Not the type to wait for jumper cables Carry our sparks So we set flames to the midnight oil Words coiled and raw Striking matches over our urban sprawl In the dark In our roots we always saw That all thoughts fall apart We return to the soil That we fought at the start So the days start to blur and one day we’ll be gone So I’m not worried ‘bout living it wrong I’m gripping it strong Living simple as my word is my bond I will go but my work will live on They will know us from the tracks we leave in the ash of our days Pyroclastic remains We collapse our restraints Hold no attraction to safety Our lungs filled with fire and clay To live and die in pompeii We will shine in our graves Riot away
3.
Streetlights are blurring Swerving on the curve to 94 and my tank is burning currency been yearnin to explore My thieves are thick as syrup When the flurries start to swarm roll roll the windows up Blow the smoke to keep us warm I wanna breathe hot carcinogens and litter where my liver is Sophisticated ignorance When enlisted by civilians Complicated witlessness Envision it brilliant Picture me pi-pimping with the dividends of militant indifference Numbness in my signature Sharpness in my synonyms I’m starving for the art of war And studied insignificance Lifted off a perfect 5th Augmented off diminished trips Where pens pop off like ritalin Just to get less intimate And sinners simply trippin Off the visions that they listenin to when they propagated cut the costs and karma oscillates Sold for foolish gold til the coast is washed away Focused on that soft decay Ciroc bottles calm to chase til our bodies drop to graves and all the flock is lost in space Solder on through range And change velocity to automate Posturing like gold leaf with Composing posed as honesty So we don’t gotta concentrate On roads with our lobotomies Streetlights are blurring Swerving on the curve to 94 and my tank is burning currency been yearnin to explore My thieves are thick as syrup When the flurries start to swarm roll roll the windows up Blow the smoke to keep us warm Can’t really rush another puff, my lungs might bust and crumple up. Them suckers’ just ain’t had enough, I tell those two to toughen up. The slow pull holds mo blunt in but it’s days I’m taking pain for what? No new highs, the games corrupt; they criminalized our names to make us work inside some prison given no wages bad livin. Modern age slavery hidden in our convoluted system. Still we don’t listen, brush it off whenever it’s mentioned, skip the pension with incentive of quick money and connections. So welcome to the party. This is hardly what we asked em for: Some back and forth quick smack and go like Cassius throw. “Copped some liq to let it go.” liver sick slogan national when every rap actor trash they own and advocate no action for a difference. Since they given this beautiful life for livin simple circular incisions with a pencil got us pissin poor. Tryin to live like they do, crack my brews and Grey Goose. Sippin this addiction til we’re gone. Streetlights are blurring Swerving on the curve to 94 and my tank is burning currency been yearnin to explore My thieves are thick as syrup When the flurries start to swarm roll roll the windows up Blow the smoke to keep us warm Drop the p from pride and property is my asylum Catch me vibin off the silence Ride or die perfected science Rollin like papyrus And my soul is light as pilot Flying flowing poems in motion that I won’t remember writin Sliding coasting on the potency Signing off the climate Weight is in my eyelids Stay unstable towards horizons What it take to rise? I’m incapable of drivin safe I lie awake And hibernate Til I find my place On dryer banks Mississippi always seems to whistle On the fire escape So escape is fire Til heart rates Are in time with pace Defibrillated chambers Shifting vision artificial angst Just another symptom Of the fish in tanks Swim in place Rodents run to stay in shape Buying mazes layaway Lasers live to sate the flame Subsistence to Remain to stay Syncopate or sink in faith That safety lives up in a cage Resting in a riot Autopilot driven fate Streetlights are blurring Swerving on the curve to 94 and my tank is burning currency been yearnin to explore My thieves are thick as syrup When the flurries start to swarm roll roll the windows up Blow the smoke to keep us warm
4.
03:13
These dunks First got em when I was fourteen Custom iDs Abyss written on the sneaks Name I was spitting under Embroidered the dream Wanted to grow into em So I ordered em too big I wore these for my first real show They’ve borne me through the blood sweat tears And the snow Whether the warmth of stage lights Or midnights 12 below We’ve been through too much For me to expect them to glow They’re imperfect Scuffed here and creased there But so am I, so I don’t see need for repair All they are is fabric laces rubber and dye And all I am is more than just the sum of some eyes So I think they’re divine My single little tribute to the gods of design What I’m tryna say is I don’t give a fuck if they shine They’re one of a kind As long as they’re mine (And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete) I got a closet full of white nikes That I don’t keep clean Immaculate fabric Is useless to me Used to try to look clean Down to the shoes I would peep Never stopping to question Whether my kicks reflected me It’s funny How clothes cover insecurities And yet the same filthy stains keep on resurfacing So I scuff up my kicks Tryin to kick the disease Don’t wanna put on a pedestal What belongs on my feet These days I lace up my identity Pop my tongue out of jeans And double knot my memories Those days My soul was protection from enemies Now the canvas that matters Is mental Resembles me To my identity I pledge my allegiance The expression I weave in the threads I wear is freedom And stained white nikes keep my cypher completed If you can’t join em, then you shouldn’t try to be em (And the Nikes on my feet keep my cypher complete) I don’t care if your kicks are the new airs You wear your rhythms bare On the kicks and the snares You too will suffer the slings and arrows Can’t scarecrow the sparrows Or keep yourself sterile So stop trying Revel in the dirtiness You are worth more than the sum of your purchases Sure you could take elegance over earnestness But I promise you it won’t help you find the right words to fit your shoe size
5.
I spit with old testament decadence I’m the best in the vestments In confessional blessing the Truth to tenement tenants No illusions in penitence Now the students the reverend The breath is catching heavy Flooding levees with no temperance n I got a Noah flow Ark is for the poets so let there be sparks in the darkness so exposed n I’m a david to goliath And the sling is set in motion Poet moses to the slaves And I been known to part the oceans What’s all the commotion surrounding exodus Motherfuck some quoted senescence I’m on that resurrection tip I embody holy spirit In lyrics I’m immortal when performing So mere death I’ve never feared it This is nicene pipe dream creed that You’re hearing Gospel to these apostles And they flock to the meaning I’m redefining what it means to be believed in I’m headed for the top And damn the path is lookin scenic Better believe it So throw your hands up to the sky We’ll show you what it means to testify The way we rise is seeming so divine We flow our testaments for newer times My scripture got vision Because obscurity’s perdition I emerged from absurdity Like divine intervention I got a drive to ascend With a science darker than guinness So I’m alchemic mixing Till I’m moutin mount olympus And the sound is not repetitious I’m endowed with some significance Exorcising revenants They bow and show some deference Learned it from the best And I worship at fifth element Celestial wrecking flows With a deity’s presence Technique is impeccable Ineffable perception Hell and heaven what you make em We don’t wait for ascension I’m wrathful as a god You don’t wanna test my temperament Might wanna start pressing up your epitaphs I got camaraderie with mephistopheles Raps rearrange cosmology Every time that I drop on beats These songs I spit are practically like psalms to me So I make music my mythology So throw your hands up to the sky We’ll show you what it means to testify The way we rise is seeming so divine We flow our testaments for newer times
6.
03:21
In My Sleep Let Me See Let Me Breathe Let Me Be I’m in consumerisms temple on it’s holy day Holding close visions of our Rome Encultured throwaways Homogeneic escapes on occasion But cicadas don’t notice their own cadence The MOA is fragrant with the taste of desperation Probably why I hated the near minimum wages These waves shift around me, worshipping the sound of it all Been flying but I’m bound to be fallen Lost in the awe Currency; a human sacrifice With the silver in our eyes for the afterlife These serpents look to rattle right We’re circling like satellites Drifting intermissions When the neon seems to magnetize... Magnesium entrancing Flash of falling angels and the thrill of crash landings We could ride to heaven on these escalators Trapping in our nesting papers In My Sleep Let Me See Let Me Breathe Let Me Be I’m living saturated fashions Modern day balancing Posing so extravagant Until the smoke unraveling Bound to spin out Fighting gilded wars off shallow metals East of eden Golden apples are our passions I’m living saturated fashions Modern day balancing Posing so extravagant Until the smoke unraveling Bound to spin out Fighting gilded wars off shallow metals East of eden Silver apples are our status symbols
7.
I had to stop smoking weed cause of panic attacks Overstimulated mindstate but I’m handling that Gotta stay fly but try to keep my mannequins matte Propellers on blast Pseudo kamikaze tracks Mastered art of the crash Now I’m carving a path In a dive bomb calm I’m a product of flash And they tell me that I’m living too fast Homie I trip the lights fantastic In whichever city I’m at Grew up in two homes Now it’s Cali to Minnesota Drinking water out of solo cups And worried I ain’t sober enough Lifestyles of the glamorous amorous animalistically depicted kids nah we aint soberin up Life on the edge Close for comfort What would it take to trip I wonder For now it’s swerve in the sun Saving sleep for the summer Living American dreams With my saturated color schemes Say AY Sleep when your dead Say OH If you live on the edge Say AY Til youre dripping with sweat We get it in We get it in So raise a glass if you’ll sleep when you’re dead If your livers full of liquor and you live on the edge Burning wicks at both ends Til you’re drippin with sweat We get it in But we’re not getting out of this mess Under the Red White and Blue Daisy Cutter Buchanens I’m cutting smooth as my silver tongue On the way to her backbone She likes it rougher then her whisky Got a taste for the risky and the sex of come and get me’s Living simply off the weight of the stress Couldn’t stand the winter so I took the plane to the west So grab an L and take flight Red eyes hiding in plain sight Under the Sunshine
8.
05:04
Yo- my flow is supernatural I’m posted where the ghosts is and Your crew is so intangible I’m a poltergeist precocious And the quotes are so invokable foes comatose and broken Feeling fear inside their bone marrow Yo- my flow is supernatural I’m posted where the ghosts is and Your crew is so intangible I’m a poltergeist precocious And the quotes are so invokable foes comatose and broken Feeling fear inside their bones My crew is necromantic phantoms And the demons in the samplers We the static in the phone lines when you scream without an answer We the shamans to the lyrics And the spirits know to fear it We the feeling in your bones When your foes all reappearin We are motherfucking fresh out the casket You bastards casting the magic Tryna find ways to combat us These rappers aggravate the madness But I gravitate masses Fashion follows my back And rapping the new black so Think you above average then come at us You get sentenced to decapitation acting the baddest Imagine the worst nightmare You’ve had in the past n It’ll straight come to pass when Killstreak’s coming atcha collapsin spines cracking Casualties vanish All the latest signs That you crept out of kansas You’d better get some new vandals Because I’m as deadly as cancer Rappers get canned like some campbells We some mothafuckin cannibals I’m a poltergeist when I’m holding mics invoking ghosts and colder nights Potent potions overdosed The nightmares in your dozing fright When I’m known to write Spit hocus pocus With precocious sight Cobra strike the mic with dopeness G.I. Joes can’t soldier right Ghostbusters in comas We ominous when we grabbing mic We snatch em from the afterlife They sleepless in seattle right We’re baptised in these battles N these campers looking rattled While I’m telling tales by tallow Til I’m shadowed in the candlelight And the heads all look astounded That I practice human sacrifice Bitch I’m underground and savage Ravage battlers and the fans alike They stay in the daze for half the night I eat the mics with half a bite Uncaged outta sight and Slay with the spite These seance mongers Stay in the lights I’m craving the fight We rage in the night No haters stay unscathed when I write No fakers can be brave with a geist I’m living my life On the blade of a knife I kill when I like Blood spills and they fright You already a carcass Bark and no bite Starving for mine With a heart fulla grime I’m reaching to climb Gimme piece of the pie Heart freezin inside Breathing heat when I fly I’m a dragon sprayin flame A pagan Stayin wagging Laying tracks In decaying matter Breaking rappers Backs I’m Bane I’m back in black to maim the wack and drain their brains like aspartame My banshees pray for wraiths Until my army of the damned is raised My acolytes get accolades And traffic lights get smacked away Gabes hats stay blast like cannonades Matchsticks set the track ablaze And gas is packed in every phrase bad magic you can’t pray away Bruce banner wrapped in gamma rays Yo- my flow is supernatural I’m posted where the ghosts is and Your crew is so intangible I’m a poltergeist precocious And the quotes are so invokable foes comatose and broken Feeling fear inside their bone marrow Yo- my flow is supernatural I’m posted where the ghosts is and Your crew is so intangible I’m a poltergeist precocious And the quotes are so invokable foes comatose and broken Feeling fear inside their bones
9.
There’s a package of prophylactics In the back of my car Plastic protection for penetration pressed through our hearts manufactured to mask madness And combat the pasts of ours with a simple course of action but they’re still wrapped in the box So FUCK I’m a slave to abrasion Shaped by the craven State of my age and Try to get a breath through miasmas Step to inflections away from my ways and I’m Trapped in displays The raps couldn’t save the Fact that I’m anxious Why attack the world When the fact is it’s dangerous? My beta ass is still scrapin To find a pasture to graze in I must’ve mastered evasion Cause I can’t snatch what I’m chasin The passion erasin backbone inflamed lackin the patience Backed in a slave ship Can’t sustain it Then the motherfucking shame hits Predators pray Never to say Prey’s wakes We’d be blamed Its better to wait Now I gotta get my head on straight its been severed and plated cauterize these veins til hermorrage abates n the palpatations Are twisting motivations misshapen Dangerous summations Escapin paralyzation But I’m just fated to fade n Fileed by my own aimlessness I can’t be creative All I am is imitation And my fishbowl betrayed me I keep my id conversating While my egos parading All these canines may bay at moonshine But reflections is chasing And these great whites teeth break mics Not praising Or hatin Not sure if jesus or satan Or man no complications I just know what I need And how I can’t seem to take it my bullshit is so fragrant it fuckin smells like propane call it a slow flame roasting so pained Brain posts up in these chains I know this shit doesn’t matter But it’s such an emotional game Pheromones run cold through my veins And go explode through my fangs So FUCK There’s a package of prophylactics In the back of my car Plastic protection for penetration pressed through our hearts manufactured to mask madness And combat the pasts of ours with a simple course of action but they’re still wrapped in the box
10.
TONY: We live in safe houses Never speaking out loud All our plans are laid on paper And the makers disavowed They call us traitors Fatal if we’re figured out Strangled by the nation We make bombs in our house And fight Bradburyian firemen With a fire inside us And the cinders rise lighter Than environments tired To retire is sipping cyanide Tapped through the wires Rather fucking explode Than perspire desires We’ve got acquired taste for fertilizer Serving our ire Murders are turbulence We use to burn silence There’s truth behind violence They don’t want you to find it If you sell your soul for rubles We’ll get brutal in defiance We sip molotovs In the bars that confine us They put drinks in our hands Dro used to keep us quiet Made one mistake Booze blows when ignited So we took our little pilot lights Incited bigger riots No ski masks We some fitted cap militants Criminals indifferent To civilians living ignorant They stuff themselves with novacaine To cope with pain and slow their brains They cuff themselves with polled charades To pose parades Too broke to save We’re not afraid to pull blades To break states, you gotta break a few eggs So we stay with AKs Spray tracers at heads Pardon the mess But we can’t just lay in our deathbeds GUANTE: And I just want to go home But my home is haunted My heart is weak Feel a little spill out every time that I speak (speak on it) I just want to go home But my home is haunted It’s like 21 and a Wake Up Waking up to the inside of a coffin I can’t call it (I can’t call it) I can’t call it (No, I can’t call it) I just want to go home But the ghosts ain’t talkin Nobody’s talkin Feel like I’m fallin Feel like I’m fallin Feel like I’m fallin Feel like I’m fallin TONY: But bloodstains linger in my fingertips And lips don’t forget the taste of innocence The scent of pure fear is unforgettable I’ve seen every schoolyard can be a killing field And you hear the cries of dying children Knowing you put the bomb in the building But I swear to god I’m not the villain here I just can’t live my life sitting still in fear Even moses told slaves kill sheep So I murder infants who still asleep I can’t care if I’m slaughtering their dreams Wounds cauterize, end’s worth the means Sometimes to kill disease you gotta scheme And amputate the dead limbs with gangrene I refuse to worship at any idol’s feet So we preach in IEDs and gasoline Collateral damage is a vow to insanity A phantom that they champion to damn us more radically But I will canvas the mansions abandon humanity Before I let these kings Hold me ransom and vanish me Where there’s fire there’s smoke Hold a candle to vanities Quote the smoke signals to the proles with profanity Kill people, burn shit, fuck schools And all the tools they use to keep you from truth Cut your heart out in the booth If you keep it in your chest its no use Stop counting sheep and slit throats Plebeians screaming for the kings to get ghost Abandon reality, we don’t fucking watch thrones We will rebuild the factories with bones So fuck it, if you really think the cause is worth headstones Quit making music, wear bombs ‘stead of headphones GUANTE: And I just want to go home But my home is haunted My heart is weak Feel a little spill out every time that I speak (speak on it) I just want to go home But my home is haunted It’s like 21 and a Wake Up Waking up to the inside of a coffin I can’t call it (I can’t call it) I can’t call it (No, I can’t call it) I just want to go home But the ghosts ain’t talkin Nobody’s talkin Feel like I’m fallin Feel like I’m fallin Feel like I’m fallin Feel like I’m fallin TONY: So fuck it, if you really think the cause is worth headstones Quit making music, wear bombs stead of headphones
11.
04:54
The first thing I ever loved was a bird Chose flight when the fight was immersive Saw life unalike from the worms Flew free from the dirt with a purpose When her wing bones cracked so infirm I cradled her curves And my nerves burned wordless Dumb with the courage Numb from the first kiss Takin my first breaths Under the surface Fluid in my lungs And my heart in my head Reckless and young You can rest when you’re dead And we step to the sins And begin black magic seizing moments To seem less passive Used to method act to deter the attachments Trapped as a splash of paint on the canvas Now I live in words, can’t help but be candid Still fragile as her heat on my mattress First time I drew blood for her safety Patient in the wingspan, love for the changelings Born in warm chains singing songs that the slaves sing Never sensing the safety I had was escaping Unrestrained as the daybreak shade When it wakes with the first of the flames Night is so tame Brightness is painful We cling to our knives just to try and stay stable Living out the fable That love is respect But love is a shotgun pressed to your head Forces you to bend and contort with the winds And conform to the spins That the world will beset Defensive intents Can get bent to the ends Tangled with the tension of air we ascend When your bones light as the breeze on your skin Wax wings catch heat and the freefall begins Here we are Burning up in our cars And in our hearts Better days Sleeping late with our headaches Perfect weather Congregate Lay in wait for an answer We're still waiting Grit your teeth The lucky taste as the day breaks The blind are leading the blind The first time I drew blood for protection And the second I drew blood from the tears The third time I drew blood for respect The last time I drew blood to disappear I’m at the end of my road of good intentions Where hindsight makes it all stand clear Wish I knew when I built the defenses That the worst things always come from your fears The first time I drew blood for protection And the second I drew blood from the tears The third time I drew blood for respect The last time I drew blood to disappear I’m at the end of my road of good intentions Where hindsight makes it all stand clear Wish I knew when I built the defenses That the worst things always come from your fears Settle up my head Level with my flesh Steady up my breaths Sketch it in my pen Embed it in my skin I will tell it how I live I will yell it to the wind I will let it pull me in Fix up my wings I will sing I will see what the daybreak brings Until I drop dead And then I will step Until my fists rest Until my soul glows like tips of cigarettes Settle up my head Level with my flesh Steady up my breaths Sketch it in my pen Embed it in my skin i will tell it how I live I will yell it to the wind I will let it pull me in Fix up my wings I will sing I will see what the daybreak brings Til I drop dead And then I will step Until my fists rest Until my soul glows like tips of cigarettes Settle up my head Level with my flesh Steady up my breaths I will never hurt again Embed it in my skin I will tell it how I live I will yell it to the wind I will let it pull me in Fix up my wings I will sing I will see what the daybreak brings Til I drop dead And then I will step We sink til we swim And we all fall awake in the end

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released July 9, 2013

All tracks produced by ICETEP.
All tracks written by Tony the Scribe and featured artists.
Mixed and Mastered by Jacob Grun, Gabriel Bethke, and Ander Other at The Sound Gallery (Minneapolis, MN)

Special thanks to: Ander Other, Jacob Grun, the Voss/Williams, the Bethkes, RAW Records, Chantz, Alex, Soraya, Guante, Nate Smith, Jord, Paul Thompson, Lydia Liza, Kale Eickhof, Elliot Malcolm, Aaron Free, 5xt, Kathryn Hehre, Amati Owen, Taylor Madrigal, Tyler Nelson and everybody else.

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