Sutter Kain sets the stage with a dark and dope beat. Kae G The Original Seed sets it off, followed by Donnie Darko and Appollo Valdez. DJ Icarus brings it all together with the scratched hook. Real Hip Hop!
lyrics
Verse 1: Kae G The Original Seed
Murder, murder - kill, kill, kill
What's the verdict? It’s for certain, I’m skirting with no guilt
The filth is so ill, a villain - a rouge heel
No feeling - I’m cold, dealing a dose of the most real
No covid, you gone choke on the steel or the boot heel
Like peeling a fruit, pieces of you, get loose still
Pictures for proof, ligaments - tooth, on true film
I’m killing ya’ crew, fuck living your truth - I’m too ill
Godzilla, the goon kill, pop pills, consume booze
Atlliah, the conquer-killer, I move the moon moves
So Who’s who? Who dies first? It’s loose/loose
Let your blue hue turn red - live on youtube
Contused, bruised, you gasping - asking for love still
Your cup filled, it runneth over - my motive to kill
Explosive, I deal death - the best since drug deals
Crack, dope, and meth … After the Blood Spills …
Verse 2: Donnie Darko
You niggas, talking to be talking, you ain’t got no heart when
Niggas be sparking… bring the chalk in!
I been walking … before I can crawl
What that mean? I skip steps nigga, ready to brawl
This beam, red dot, nigga cover them all
It’s winter time but motherfuckers still ready to fall
See look, I leave you shook, I’m a halfway crook
A thug who read books and seen drugs and pulling jux nigga
I’m on that purple Urkel, damaging you niggas circles
“Did I do that?” the strap is modified to fucking hurt you
I put one in the air for my nigga Bandman
we got forty-nine’s behind you, ain’t no San Fran
I’m old school like American Bandstand
Soul Train, Good Times, kids doing handstands
And these guns don’t jam, we ain’t no jelly shit
You can’t stomach these shots, get it your belly bitch!
Verse 3: Appollo Valdez
It’s like I’m hunting game when I hold the microphone and shoot
gun and flame with Sutter Kain, going psycho on the loops
Your wife’ll think I’m cute, in my inbox - shooting like a sniper on the roof
My dick’ll strike her like a lightning bolt from Zues
I’ll burn fire in the booth, serve liars with the truth
Grip a lock of ya’ hair and turn the pliers at the roots
Make you groan in pain like a nerve dying in ya’ tooth
Flow the flame burn like germ vagina dripping juice
I be vibing, getting loose, repercussions, kick the beat in
Stretch my muscles, jump on the track, and dig my cleats in
Come out the block scorching, them lyrics spit ‘em to city rhythms
Freestyle to beats downs and rock to shot orchestras
Artistry innovative with the gift and the craft
These niggas fake and irritating like an itch in the ass
I give the wrath of the Omen Pharaoh
Don’t feature me on a song, I’m equally Donkey Kong, throwing barrels, motherfucker!
credits
from After the Blood Spills,
released March 3, 2023
Produced by Sutter Kain
Written and Performed by Kae G The Original Seed, Donnie Darko, and Appollo Valdez
Scratches by DJ Icirus