Featuring Appollo Valdez
Produced by Kae G The Original Seed
Mixed & Mastered by Sutter Kain
lyrics
Kae G The Original Seed:
Live and direct, it's fire to pyrex.
The violence, vibrance, admire the milage
Conspire with convicts over pirated mob flicks
Compiling a long list of hydrogen bomb picks
The livest of all is, a Savage, I'm all in
The habits evolved, battled, and brawled to call this
The raw shit, I'm balling - copping you all coffins
Chopping with swords, saws - I'm mopping the floor often
Off in the morgue, mobbing - profits with soar, promise
Comments and cards calling my dominant squad flawless
No avant-garde nonsense, nah - I'm a stay (namaste) in the mosh pit
I'm god bitch, top-end - no stopping the progress
The monsters are marching, pardon the song the knocking
Obnoxious, imposters get sunk in the pond posthumous
Obvious the mantra is: conquer and kill a communist
The ominous - Savage Souls ... murder operatives!
Fortune The Iron Mic Mangler:
Savage Souls is like ghost and Tommy, we host a homi (homicide)
Spit a quick 16 at ya chest, that broke ya body
Then pick the meat clean off ya' flesh like moaning zombies
We're an elite team, get respect, it's more than a hobby
Your flow is sloppy, so maybe you should put the pen down
I'll win for ten rounds. I'm one of the sickest niggas in town
Fuck if my skin's brown, I'll end clowns - should've been crowned
There were no men found, only clothes and severed limbs bound
I'm slim now, acquired impeccable breath control
Now let the record show; the fire I set is a spectacle
Grab my testicles, prior to blessing a festival
After this episode, desire delectable vegetables
I don't do steak, half you dudes fake, caught a few breaks
The ape will make you move to a brand new state
Choose your fate, 'cause after I lift the Taurus: it's rigor mortis
-- Now a pine box is your living quarters.
Appollo Valdez:
Real desperado, skill rhyme pro, the streets is like a ill novel
Niggas pack steel: colossal, watching 5-0
They buy dope, the cops supply coke and rock to my folk
I'm cocking nines yo, this block survival
Thug pharaohs, tolerance gone, love was narrow
that is down to spit arms, double barrels
causing hollow tip songs, slug concertos
stash drug denaros, guns and flare yo
niggas rapping so lame with no brian, mug of a scarecrow
the war start, sidewalks collecting more chalk
bodies fall everyday like price at Walmart
The 44 spark, dead you cats with raw talk but carry fraud hearts
Even in the day, the underworld is all dark
Give me all your rings, I'm one with the gun
My eyes are the clip, loaded into my semi-auto brain and let one from tongue
Gat saliva, spray rapid-fire - rapping dialect pictures
Hieroglyphics spitting prophetic scriptures
credits
from Barbarians,
released October 15, 2021
Written by: B. Wade, O. Mitchell, A. Richardson
Produced by: Kae G The Original Seed
Mixed & Mastered by: Sutter Kain
Brain Rapp’s recent album deals with the ups and downs of real life: health scares, bad breakups and newfound love. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2017