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NKNGS

by NKNGS

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1.
Fuck a Bateman- Patrick and Sean Same sense of entitlement Glitch in the cog I'm a fist to the noggin' Clicks when it cocks back Sore knuckles bust, but it's worth it Trust me Female Fiend Sample: Let's Start A War
2.
Clear my head, if i can’t write it i can’t say it
 Too often i regret the way i fly right off the chains 
I don't know a fucking thing
 I just get told that i’m the best
 and let it go right to my head up to the point that I can’t clear it
 Note to self: stop scrolling mindless shit
 Stop tapping at your pockets frantically when you can’t feel it
 You’re failing at taking control of what you feel and do
 You promised back before that you would quit that which consumed
 I don’t even view the scenery when driving during sunset
 I could care less of the animals we drive past
 I’m mindless, I’m spineless
 I’m dying from anxiety
 I find existence hopeless, that’s why i’m always trying to leave
 But i am trying to be exactly who you see me as
 And when i gaze upon the world i don’t see faces gazing back
 But it ain’t often i unlock my eyes from the screen
 And when I do, they immediately move to my queen
 I’m a fiend for the fire hearted fists
 Quarter life crisis
 Signs of the end
 I am like dirt, just a little more formed
 Cyanide hurts, but that’s kind of my norm
 Time of my life, just the eye of my storm
 I am like mike, always hanging from a corner of the round rim called emotional disorders
 Sort of seems like quiet nights might be the bane of my existence
 And i am not here for your business, just listen:
 Most of my friends don’t even know me by my real name
 Just a photo on a website and a tendency to share memes that correlate with how they think and speak like shit to strangers
 But i am no savior, and i need a break too
3.
today i heard the dopest beat in my entire life
 the kind of thump that makes you feel like everything’s alright
 the simplest of rhythms had me forcing back a cry
 the movement it inspired will sit with me the rest of my entire life, but i don’t mind
i’m a happy host of futures undefined
 throw a line into the riverbed and reel in the night 
jitterbug, little critter 
creatures taking flight sit upon a cliff and ponder how i’ve spent my life
 i’m psyched at most the moments, but i have a few regrets 
like every time i sacrificed myself to seem cool to my friends, and when i treated people i had never met before like they were less 
if testing’s the intention, i might walk right out the class
 but if the lesson at the root is worth the struggle just to pass, then i guess i’ll have to bite my tongue and sit on both my hands
 can’t depend on my mind to be much more than problematic
 static in the airwaves, i’m leaving most the past at it
 trying to grow past that 
retain a couple answers to any questions that you might have 
you’re my last divine act
 teach me all you learn
is this a blessing, or a curse? 
are we alone until we die alone, or do we flock like birds? 
i’m certainly uncertain, but i’m certain of one thing: the day that i am certain is the day that i’m not me 
i play to a dropped key 
i say what i mean 
i feel everything i feel almost too intensely

 CHORUS i’m a child with a child on the way 
life’s a smile with a strange tinge of grey 
this don’t feel like a fair fight we’re dealing with 
reminds me of air when you take it away 

*POPE ADRIAN BLESS* 
i remember when i lost my nose ring fucking you in that trap house
 questioned commitment 
my intention was not to back out 
2am off of pills and i’m driving, and i’m bout to black out
 excited, but yet i’m nervous
 heaven-sent, but yet i’ve seen hell in the kitchen, reloading teen shells
 seven teens, nine teens 
you know i mean well
 i’m suicidal regardless, you know my dream shell
 medication just numb it 
but check it out, cause when your girl hate you, it’s gonna feel like the world hates you
 mirror may i, mirror may i never imitate me
 but little blessings of pride
 road to redemption i ride dirty suspended l’s
 my options were either dead or jail
 penal system soft from a pistol shell
 tell me how it feels, i study braille 
blind to the fact
 blind as a bat when we’re in the trap 
robbin’ you jokers for dead grace and attacking you flash can’t avenge 
i wanna tell you things you never seen
 show you things you ain’t ever heard
 wolf in sheep clothing, i love my herd
 the jungle is packed
 owl god in the bird cage whistling back

 *ABLE JON*
 no one can understand me apparently the way you do already
 your personality’s mine and your own at the same time 
it’s uncanny 
now i’m reflecting on the sins of the family
 my father and mama, too 
i hope to spare you from the scars and from the damage that drama do
and try to remember what it was like to be the same age as you 
i want to teach you everything i know 
to think critical and force the claim that’s made to show
 don’t be cynical, wherever there is life there’s hope 
be an individual, don’t follow where the others go 
sing along to the song until the lyrics flow 
till you learn to do the same and maintain control
 the brain is the throne of the soul
 give it the wisdom and the knowledge that it needs to grow
 an introduction to karma will not be harmful to any sentient being
regardless of age, art every day
 don’t put your heart in a cage, but let the artifice fade until you’re additive free
 and it’s a habit to be the representative of a sentimental dismemberment 
the unconventional demos of memos you never sent 
i’m deconstructing myself, cause the ego’s like everest
 start starving the demons out, and if it grieves you, i’ll sever it
 hard heartedness is empty and jealousy’s devilish 
i got armfuls of armor i left behind me with a death wish
 now my third lung breathless
 perturbed tongue restless
 absurd wordsmiths represent a higher message
 i’m a dream fundamentalist
 take it from me: it ain’t to be or not to be, it’s to be
4.
five finger discount
 four finger paddy wagon 
ask a snail to borrow shell
 you can’t imagine how much fun i’m having 
caviar and black tar- roads, who you kidding? 
i’m an old man, gold panning
 can’t remember what it’s like to win things 
sing till the bell in my head rings, then put on headphones
 sit with my memories like my dog sits with his bone, and chew until my teeth break
 beefcake, religious kind of arguments
 just because i have a penis doesn’t mean i’m like you, man
 i’m standing hard like a walk that john c reilly once sang songs about 
you try to tell me how to do this better, you should probably shut your damn mouth
 you’re grounded, founded on belief that skin and testes make you superior
 i’ve been a lot of things i hate 
can’t wait to hear this song next year 
i’ll probably claw my ears out, drink the blood like it was beer 
use the ash from fallen family to draw gothic tears upon my peepers
 sleep like fevered child from 1800s southwest
 count sheep but still be tyler durden when i attempt to rest
 i fucking quit this simple system of symbolic symbiosis
 send the sentient a swear word and my sentiment: go blow fish 

*HOOTIE ROTTEN & NKNGS*
 and everywhere we go, we’ve never been there before 
adventure is boring 
yachts floating oceans, never touching the shore 
adventure is boring
 and i can’t believe that the scenery here is real
 adventure is boring 
i hope that i never have to go back home
 i hate where i come from
 adventure is boring

 i’m a card carrying member of a crew that holds no power here
 my jurisdiction is cyber, save the locked door from whence i peer
 about nine years ago i made some mistakes that changed my life
 i haven’t slept the same since, i’m lucky to have found my wife 
i have a life because my family stood by my side and still continues
 bells and whistles fill no cups but kept the phones available
 and eighteen months can change things much, but some things stay forever 
take these understandings of poetic lyrics any way that you desire 
i can’t change you and i don’t want to
5.
CHORUS baller, shot caller, gotta wear a shock collar 

just to keep myself in check, i’m a pessimist with too much regret
 got a set goal that i set forth in like two thousand plus ten 
i’m, like, too foul to be upset at these punk clowns that get dumb bread, so i fuck them, like, to death, like:
 “oh my god, he’s ruthless” right? 
starve at the bottom for a minute 
take a quick trip to the mental clinic
 sit with a shrink steady talking about every pit that i dig to the point that ended up in it
 nowadays it’s all tongue in cheek
 they’re all balls to the wall, but most talk is cheap 
so i salt my meals with the tears of my enemies 
fault my peers for the sins of their family 
manage these nuts, fuck you 
i don’t give a fuck about what ensues
 trump is the president now, and i’m ready for the revolutionary war part two 
sore to the core 
set forth poor man’s worn uniform 
torn into fours 
two sides, two halves: left and deformed
 best days test frame corner to corner 
ornery disorder 
way past teen angst, born into scorn 
lore of dis//cours libre 
free speech guaranteed to all but the alt-right
 nazis die like ‘white pride goodnight’
 oh damn, i don’t want to hear it like it’s bad news
 so glad you ferrets found your way into my bathroom
 and past noon, these lands belong to me and mine 
you assholes can struggle all you want, because my folk don’t mind the tussle
6.
from the moment i wake up the air is thicker when it hits my lungs 
tickled drums like tree branches crack under the shaded sun
 wind thick as cave soot and sand from the ocean shore 
often bored, but barter many days for food to feed my young
 staples of society couldn’t staple society back together 
industry has torn apart the land, corrupted all the weather
 better minds than mine have tried to figure out a remedy
 human nature far surpasses nature’s lack of empathy
 we tend to keep the peace by hiding eyes from slaughtered houses
 tend to feed the people meat deprived from private slaughterhouses
 mend a broken wing with lead and led the cherubs to the lake to swim
 they swam for several seconds, till they sank right to the bottom
 now i feel my arms and legs are pulling frantically against an undertow 
i’m slow to grow, but court a passion for the tightest rope
 so tie the tightest knot, been forced to tithe the righteous flock
 grew tired of tides of war turning toward the tidiest and staunch 
we put an end to it all, whatever you may call it 
the purpose of society is as useless as a wallet
 the suit and tie demeanor is a veil to mask the truth 
if most of you were shown the path, you still wouldn’t know what to do with it 
the shoe not only fits, it’s so damn snug it hurts your ego 
i don’t own a pair of boots that match, i’ve got bloodstains on all my clothes 
it’s either mine, or i’ve been fighting off some monsters while i sleep
 without the city street lights, how am i to see? huh?
 radiation changed the pecking order
 now the danger not only lies across the border, it’s in the corner of your room spinning a web to catch the skittish and misinformed 
till then just sit very quietly and act like everything is normal 
media was once a tool for statist propaganda, now there are no states or television sets for them to broadcast on 
bizarre to think that once upon a time people would meet inside a building, never talk, and trade leaves for food to eat like swine 
bazaars are now the only place to meet and trade necessities 
the well off don’t even go to save themselves the suffering 
they send their slaves to beg and barter, or slaughter people’s son’s and daughters to create more slaves and sell them at a price that no survivor knows 
time is so irrelevant
 my clothes are made from pelts and skins 
my skin is dark from dirt and sun my son already looks the same 
i’ve sang a song to lull him into sleep, but now the creatures outside of the cave are screaming bloody murder

 *ALL* 
i don’t want to fight no more 
i have no idea what i’m fighting for 
this whole war is bigger than us 
these problems you don’t want to confront
 you be crying like… 

we struggle every sunrise just to sleep when it decides to set 
fumble with distorted ideologies to represent
 ten fold i’ve told these golden gods to mind their own
 sell the concepts of sales to grenades before i throw them 
told them since the day i first connected dots like constellations 
nobody would listen, they’d just blame my lack of education 
now i want to laugh right in their faces, but they’re nowhere to be found 
i guess that’s where the joke remains:
 buried six feet underground, i’m sound asleep when i do think of it
 it never wakes me up, in fact it helps relieve me of my stress 
i’ve been known to represent repressed emotional defects, and since i’m opening my chest, i might as well just call this death 
i’m over fighting it 
i’m over hiding it 
i despise who i am, but tonight i’m lighting it on fire
7.
it’s a terrifying era when a pair of lights will scare ya to the point that what you wear and listen to seems to feel dangerous 
feign to the same steps taken to degrade them
 fade to the same songs created to enslave- trends
 cut to the point, slice right through the tendon 
puff on a joint, get locked in the penn
 spend more years behind bars, surrounded by violent men, than learning how to fix yourself
 no rehabilitation
 nah, that’s not the intention of the profiteering party 
gotta get the income up by forcing everyone to argue 
starting at the bottom, they’ve played every card that they were dealt, but they were slid a couple extra cause they own the dealer’s health
 feelers felt the wind change come before the storm, but i’ve been burnt by kids with magnifying glasses born with no remorse, so i can’t see a foot ahead of me while scurrying the floor yet it seems i’m better off than many more, and i can barely feed myself, so i can see where thievery originates
 desperation speaks in every language in this city space
 pretty faces put on boxes made by state intelligence 
everything you’ve learned from watching it is pure irrelevance CHORUS 

this is exactly what they wanted to happen 
the system isn’t broken, it was made this way 

*kid DEAD* 
i’ve woken up on cold floors, eyes been bloodshot 
how many different ways can i tell you that i hate the fucking cops
 wanting the nightmares to stop, but the wolves are more than scary
 making me think, maybe, that i’d be off better dead and buried 
the razor slice a cherry on top of a bloody sunday
 and the only break i get is trading drugs for my commissary
 work camp- new slavery 
less than human, basically 
man in the mirror, hating me 
candle lit but no saving me
 could really use some hope, and i’m praying my family’s okay 
lock me up for dope, but doctors push that shit and get paid 
breaking the locks, no keys on the waste of the mark of the beast that harbor the sheep
 ain’t stopping till we knocking down all the walls of this hell and we setting em free
 yuh
8.
CHORUS all i know is what i am and all i am is what i know 

i can’t participate in your beauty pageants 
if my words don’t paint a picture, my desire lies just short of non-existent
 am i really such an object that my abject personality is a broken, but unreachable, light fixture? yes
 we feed off negativity, thus it becomes reality
 we lie outside, thus it becomes unspoken
 keep judging for thy bantering, but never compare suffering 
i’m sorry that my room was left wide open 
dirty night stand with a clean square for a couple books to sit
 i thought about sleeping for a couple decades 
and i could come back, refreshed, from all the nights i didn’t sleep before and gorge myself on futuristic cuisine for a couple days
 whatever stays, whatever goes 
whoever knows would matter very little after fifty years of rest and relaxation 
i am growing to a point where all i am is disconcerned, and i would stay there if i didn’t have a child on the way 
i’m letting old things go in the leu of new arrivals 
forgiving past transgressions from myself and from my rivals
 time will tell if heaven and hell are lines that just divide us, or if both can be obtained before we die 
what’s left behind is asinine- no truth behind a legacy
 your pedigree may love you, but to them you’re just a memory 
to the rest your best is barely read or quoted on occasion to defend ideals that you had likely never been faced with 

*SmaR-T JoneS* 
i don’t mock it as i knock it, cause i tried it 
hands in my pockets, walking into work frightened 
and it’s hard to think the world is beautiful when you’re looking at the world through a window of a cubicle
 paper cut through
 irrefutable 
found my center in a pen as a splinter bashed through my cuticle 
l-l-life is a musical
 it amuses me, it soothes me, it moves me 
but life is not a movie, it’s a musical from birth to your funeral at whole 
at the scene, in between seams
 so delusional
 but life is dilutable, just like a cup of water 
and that cup can turn crucible to make that water hotter
 so raise your sons and daughters not to boil over 
so they can do the same with their own when they grow older 
l-l-life is a folder, holding memories and files 
changing pictures and stories as they stretch out for miles t-t-tightly woven tiles of colors and senses make up our entire world and existence
 and it could all be gone in a flash
 yes, and instance
 and we’d look back and laugh at it’s insignificance
9.
no, i will not tolerate intolerance 
period 
no, i will not degrade black lives or black blocs 
no, i will not step on you for the place of your origin no, i will not judge you by your genitals or who you love no, i will not worship a crumbling empire 
i’m growing tired of justification for hatred 
i’m taking the low road and patiently waiting for subterfuge 
i’m reading bookchin and chalmers and pushing the limits of socialist media
 sacrifice my life in the form of a war torn meditation 
i’m not an accelerationist, i’m just hopeful
 spoke to the masses, most of them laughed
 motivated at making this music to last 
i might seem like an asshole 
what did you do to deserve it? 
i promise i’m not a mean person
 nor am i perfect, i do go berserk 
i’ve attacked my family for less than worse than that
 and that’s not sadness, it’s just regret you hear shaking in the back of my neck 
tackling the myths of man 
passion for a symphonic jam 
static on the channel make shit spark chapped lips licked to withstand his cold heart
 flat on his back, just your regular old martyr
 antifascist game, match, set 
i’m taking flames to cocktails 
burning 
pace myself for revolution 
learning from each stalemate 

the devil’s advocate is just a name you give yourself to make you feel okay with the fact that you’re an asshole
 sorry, not sorry
 you’re not raising anyone’s consciousness by being a fucking edge lord
 stop whining when your peers call you our for being one
 sorry, not sorry 

i’m sorry i don’t go out so you think i don’t support you 
i’m sorry i’m too poor to buy your albums 
i’m sorry i forget how to be social with my friends 
i’m sorry you haven’t learned that this is who i am
10.
my best friends are blockheads, fairies and queens
 the rebels, the disenfranchised, the unseen 
my crew’s made of transients crossing all scenes 
my whispers sound more like a scream
 i’ve worn dresses to funerals- tuxes to parties 
the crux is that i’m not confined to my body
 my makeup is shoddy 
i’ll wear it for days 
sometimes i’m gaudy and sometimes i’m plain 
i’ve heard some people say that i would never make it 
i’m like, “okay, let’s play the sacred game of constant anguish…” 
i’m floating, face down in a swimming pool of constant anxious thoughts and haunts that flaunt the lost emotions of the patrons 
save the sand in hand for people worthy of a night of sleep 
plague the savage lands like locusts flying through an empty street 
but nothing that i’m saying is unique, right? 
and people only give a shit if i’m wiling to bleed 
well, i am
 and even more-so, i am willing to go hungry just to prove that i am angry to the people that still love me 
i don’t understand their reasons, but i’m growing more accustomed to them being there, and feeling scared of days to come when all of them just up and die, or leave 
i’m feeling more and more stable as i grow less and less concerned with focus on the fables
 slaving over table settings 
cannibals for dinner 
if human souls are dollar signs, then god must be a capitalist
 fashion all your fashion in the fashion of a fascist, then you wonder why these people seem to question every action 
true, i’m laughing at your arrogance, but terrified of what comes next when fashionistas worship gucci print like some religious text 
never let these rich fucks tell you what you need to feel beautiful, worthwhile, happy or complete
 you will never reach the expectations of their scheme 
if the scene says otherwise, than fuck the whole scene 

remember:
 they don’t give a fuck about you 
nah…
 never speak in absolutes, irony or riddles 
never challenge men with horns to battles on a fiddle
 settle all complaints with the ‘hope that helps’ facebook
 take crooks that dress like crooks at their word, word
11.
when the hot lead exits the back of the ribcage
 the talk back stops as the bang of the shot rings out 
stop this now
 coffins soft when they tossed in the ground
 caught in a frown stuck in a town 
list of reasons not to just turn around
 but often it’s found that down on your luck’s just the eye of your very own storm, no sound 
i think of the way that your limbs must have felt
 losing all the feeling in your fingertips
 i think of the way that your body would slouch, hunched over 
i’m not sure how to be okay with this 
the house is on fire and i’m growing tired of using my tears to fill buckets to fight it
 the silence is violent 
the tyrants are giants, and everything’s stacked against us- why deny it?
 but you were outside 
you saw the life leave the body of christ and float up toward the high leaves 
i think of you nightly 
a list of my fears 
i’ll be older than my older sister in less than 3 years CHORUS 

i don’t want to fly, i don’t want to fly 
i just want to float 
i don’t want to die, i don’t want to die 
i just want to go 
i don’t want to fly, i just want to die

 *SON THE RHEMIC* 
fly on through 
i don’t want to die 
what’s the cost of this phone, what’s the cost of my life? 
silent sigh- lullabies
 with a breathe that’s so soft and quiet like mine 
i crawled into the sky 
let me lay all alone, come on home when it’s time
12.
NKNGS: Every single word is authentic Every single verse is the birth of a newfound regret If I wasn't such a glutton for this punishment, I'd quit If I wasn't such a masochist, I wouldn't rip my skin apart The sin of art is slowly it replaces need for God I've worshipped ever changing poets and masters in their regard at doing nothing Nothing more than finding ways to vent and circumvent the system set before them Price upon their head The irony of me inspiring anything is baffling I'm raffling off pieces of my soul to javelina I can't wait to sire Olin through his life as scaffolding for him to build upon until he can stand freely, facing demons I inevitably will pass on So better I sing a bad song than raise a bad son I guess that's just the level that I am on Deny it all you want, I bring the pious to the table on a serving platter Payback for the crisis of their faith Take what you need, leave anything you don't Don't look at the team when you'd hang them from a rope for profit Walk a thin line between a coward and a leftist Screaming at a border wall until it leaves you breathless Resent black masks for smashing windows to a Starbucks But let the city clean the signs up off the ground from your march? Damn... But still here I stand in solidarity with every word you say, raised hand in a fist, pissed Never made a wish list Still, I got a couple of demands of the system, since they wanna force me into it Sort these indigents Society ain't shit without the art from the penniless Nevertheless, questioned every step of the way, save the day his life ends and they all gather to pray They never wanna see us as an equal, till the day we walk away from dictators and refuse to dance and sing for you... Sad Tony: Fuck knocking on they mansions and asking, it's time to punch in the door Spill gasoline on a pile of their stuff on the floor They keep the gold for themselves, steady snuffing the poor They dangle over your head all that you want to be yours, and you jumping up for it... cool When you get tired, I'll be saving a bar stool for your stupid ass Raising the bar Stool samples on they limousines Pissing pure Captain Morgan on the limo seats Kill a cop and then lay low Tell 'em 'Hasta Luego' If we can't build together, I'll turn your block to a Lego It's time to turn the script and flip the tables Try to walk a mile in my shoes, I'm chopping your legs off Yeah, they call me counterproductive, but I can't count a productive person in congress or senate Shut your mouth, or I'll shut it for you We bouncing and busting doors in and tying up politicians and being loud as FUCK, it's like we trying to draw attention to y'all Apples to oranges, peaches to pears It's one thing to be working, another thing to compare my broke, beautiful freedom with your prideful mathematics I'm not laughing to the bank, I'm laughing at it I've had it with the bourgeoisie and the court jockeys Let me light my Molotov with the purple that I'm smoking Suit purple, I'm the Joker Baby girl, I don't suppose you'd flip that spike collar inside out and let daddy choke you... I'm gone.
13.
if i didn’t hold my head so high, i might not trip on little shit 
kill me if i ever start to talk about deliverance 
still my skin be crawling while i dig my nails into it
 nothing soothes the itching, save the severance of bloody skin
 what the fuck do you know about depression?
 nothing
 do i have to keep reminding myself it’s not a competition? yes…
 really? who fucking died and made me king of shit hill? 
i don’t have a lot to offer, so consider this my will 
i leave my anger to the youth- may they burn you fucking useless wastes of air to find the truth 
i leave my… i leave my never ending questioning to those who feels it’s beckoning and never seek a reckoning for blasphemy 
i leave my apathy to every fucking pig that aims to profit from catastrophe 
i leave my self defeat and all my anger to churches built to scare, and every bigot that creates and worships in them 
i leave my drive and competition to the ruins of the system that creates them 
i give up 
i give my constant need to complain to anybody that can do it the same way 
i dare you: fuck with me
 cause ain’t one of you punks touching me 
now i be running rampant, i don’t need a fucking company 
huh… you think i’m all bark and no bite?
 small talk and boxed wine?
 small pox and sick swine, it’s more like… CHORUS 

but who asked you? you worship rappers, flags, gods and statues 

i’m at the edge of the world and if i step again, i’ll fall off 
i’m not really sure if this shit is worth it dissatisfied with anything that falls short of perfect, i cease to be persistent 
a word from the distant relatives of people that appreciate wisdom, in spite of the dissent 
the dissonance and discourse, they get what i meant 
do you get what i’m saying? 
do you think that i’m playing? 
can’t you see it’s in my blood, how the fuck’s it not in my veins, being pumped into my brain 
feeding frenzies that cause me to go insane 
i’m biting and clawing at my face, but you don’t understand me?
 well, who asked you anyway? 
this whole song is now redundant
 well maybe now i’ll sell a copy of my album to these dumb kids 
fuck this, i never wanted it anyway
 today’s the day i lay the need to change into it’s grave
 so save the condescension 
i’m sick of all the tension 
the unanswered questions 
the excuse of teaching lessons 
the blessings from people that i’ve never even met, and all the hatred from my best friends 
i’m a drop out, so test this…

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released November 4, 2017

All Lyrics by NKNGS & Featured Artists
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Vocal Engineering by NKNGS
Mixing by NKNGS
Mastering by Josh Penaluna

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