CIRE

Lyrics: Noizey: I got like seven crumbs on my shoelaces Metal guns in my suitcases When the cheddar coming Said you better run I got it set to stun on my new phaser Just Bootlegging these projects Whose to say if I'm hot yet All I know is when I spat the take I saw acid rain In them droplets Still hard-hitting til hospice Presidential my process I need operations on the ground floor No mezzanine for my mindset Got crops growing, them stalks wet Stocks creeping up wall street Got recognition in the city proper I ain't made it outta my mom's yet But there's prospects on deck Ay Hard lines on Rec' I think I lost sight my neck Tripping, they got me chilling in a chokehold But im busting out Like I'm frozone Choices, choices, I'm stoked bro You can prolly catch me in my dungarees With that summer breeze And them snowcones, chilling CIRE: From the moment that I get up in the morning I’m heading for the betterment of my head instead of mourning And setting forth a veteran energy to record it Imbed in me what a better me could afford But I readily would ignore it This enemy is imported from my sense of self I caught a scent of potential wealth And never cared about my mental health And since I’ve felt I never could’ve sent for help, I need a therapeutic pen to melt My god, This trail looks thicker than Mads Mikkelsen’s accent compared to an average Americanized citizen And if I pick a predicament, I win again But never did I think I’d be pickin’ a side Went against the thick of the matter Thinkin’ that I’d be given a seminal pick in the matter I just wanna have a stick in the batter It mix better when you got the control See, they singin’ about it But siren song is set to sever your soul When I bust in Carrying the sign I trust in Know that I’ll survive any tide I’m thrust in Wide-eyed, lookin’ upon the timeline I find dust in Know I am a finite substance Fuck sitting around I’m gonna try my luck in a mission to defy my judgement But yo, I only know the moment I’m livin’ in So I’m honing the benefits of a mind high functioned It's something…

Remake of FEEL. by Kendrick Lamar. I do not own any of the original rights to this song. Lyrics: I feel like I'm dying of hunger I feel like I'm trying to function I feel like a fire inside of me takes me underground to hide in a bunker Maybe I'ma make it right in the summer Maybe I'ma tell my girl that I love her But she ain't my girl Escape my world Inflate me and take my pearls This ain't unfurled competitive nature to blame But a sedative making itself apparent Hate in my brain Feel like I'm masochistic cuz I'm craving the pain Feel like they gonna sit with every statement I make And now I feel like a bit of an asshole Guess I'm a bit of a natural when it be coming to makin’ 'em mad When it be coming out of me I'm taking it back Stuck in a place in the past Stuck in the basement of a Satanist Making a bad choice Like I'm late, but I be taking a bath Understatement, I be taking a nap Understatement, I be shaking in back Instead of taking the rap route and meeting Shady, shaking his hand It's that route I rap 'bout But basically it's taking me back down to that house Makin me ask, “Do I really wanna make all this cash out a rap sound? Or do I just wanna go fast out this damn town?” Uh, Man, I'm feeling like I'm having to pass out to get a motherfucker to glance down And I'm never wanting to dance now But I miss the attention In the bed with all my sickly intentions Don't ask me for support when you ain't give me a mention Boy, this life is such a silly invention I ain't never had dough or bread, so I'ma toast to it Opportunity up ahead, I'ma go to it Try to make a life in this game But I'm a ghost to it And I don't know what I'm doing, am I cruising or so stupid? God damn it, homie Man, I'm better than all that are presented, homie But when I get to evolve, you take the credit, homie I need a medicine ball to make it better for me Yet, with all the cheddar involved I get to resolve a mistake Makin me get up all over this state Then I switch lanes Can't stick with this name Or sit with his fame I pistol whip change God damn it, I wish this shit stayed the same I'm just playing the game Like they asked me I ain't even got the funds for a taxi So I gotta write my way up to the top like Lin did Or go up to my room and I'll end it Damn, But either way I'm finna finish my sentence Uh, Is this the end or the entrance? And who's my enemy since it's all gotten senseless I guess I gotta build my defenses denser and then wait for 'em But my mistake is that I never took the time out of my day to just play for 'em Or maybe their mistake is that they always want me to stay for 'em And move the hurdles out if the way for 'em I feel my place for ‘em Yuh, I feel my hate for 'em Yuh, Maybe it's too late for 'em I feel like the whole world want me to pray for 'em But who the fuck praying for me?

This is a track that will be on our upcoming EP. It features a sample from Tool's song Intension so all rights for that sample go to them. Production was done By Douglas Appleman and Mike Woods.

This is a rewrite of Ohh Noo by Chris Webby, Tech N9ne, and Jarren Benton. All rights go to the original artists. (produced by Douglas Appleman and Mike Woods)