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Universal hatred to you my brothers and sisters This one goes out to every ass kissing, two faced, stuck up, little faggot Every patchouli smoking douchebag who acts like they know the meaning of life While tripping over themselves at every turn, blaming everyone and everything but themselves I used to be just like you, thats part of why Im so digested at your behavior Why don't you take a long hard look at yourself and sort your fucking rig out This ones for all my close friends who don't support me, and a crazy mom who's too lazy to abort me, I smoke bongs, and I'll never pay my court fees Ease out the cutter with a stutter you can snort me I'm butter, better when I'm battered let her write a letter till her tupperware is shattered scattered spat slurred a nerd psychopathic grab for the gat old hat outta habit you aint graphic, you're traffic, white noise half bit flow, that you bite from your boys light joys, burning down pretenders truth is my sword, hear the sound that it renders fear the lenders who pound at your doorframe return to the centre splintered cause its your game splendid, its your frame of reference how you see your life is all about your preference and the freshness I bless with each verse refreshing, compressing, my thoughts into words distressing turds who think that they're enlightened pressing your belief till you find that you're frightened turn your sight in and focus on yourself quit running your mouth and you'll improve your mental health I bent the shelf when they put me on a pedestal sent straight from hell, but lent on the vestibule and the rest of you, high of the residue talking bout the love, but you're grabbing for the revenue like you never knew the truth thats forever new youth in the booth I'm a sleuth, just a clever jew just another brick in the wall, sick in the head and it lead to his fall dead in the mind and the grind left him tricked stick in the mud from the crud on my dick Outta my cage I'm in a rage get ready you hippocrite I'm sick of it so steady my machete backstabbing track grabbing blabbing, fat hassle wanna get a set need a thumb in your asshole or you could fuck my ex always find that sex helps you get behind the decks unless you fuck with a promoter floating up shits creek and looking for a motor you're weak - and you speak a lot of hatred probably cause you're cold, old washed up and jaded faded, I don't think you can judge when half the shit you spew sounds like toxic sludge pew, I think you need a breath mint or a fresh stint as a gimp in a test blimp kelpto, stealing from small business try to justify the lie but I the silent witness gonna spit this, giant in his shitlist not naming names, cause you're not worth my business or my pleasure, don't even measure never one to sever all the ties cause I'm clever but you're not ever there when I need you got better friends who understand that I bleed too only human consuming all your bullshit now I've had enough and I'm blooming cause I'm full sick thick and quick I pick my moments wisely stick to the plan and demand a very high fee see I'm schistey even when you bite me try and get a piece of the peace thats inside me Umm yeah so I forgot the last little bit of that, but thats good enough Umm, so lets go from the top again Can't handle it, my love is too scandalous unanimous demand that I scam some more cannibus
De Generator 05:07
'Scuse me Hey Hey lady Yeah girl I'm talking to you Can I get your number? Hey hey, where you goin? Hey hey hey, can I get your number? Or or like at least your linked in profile or your tumblr or some shit. Looking out on this world when it spins and it twirls and it stops right atop on the mop with the curls and it swirls through the mind of a vagrant eyes on the prize with the thighs and her legs bent fragrant favorite the scent of an angel spent his last cent on a hint at the angle tangled, beyond recognition tangled in the web that holds his cognition its indecision, clouding up my vision need to take a breath, step back and start living … breathe in, breathe out phony as bologna when he seethes bout his clout …just the weave of his route easy to please, bitch believe he can pout had enough of this bullshit, coming from the slum and the house and the pulpit its full sick, and theres only entertainment to keep the kids blind while you wait for your arraignment mind insane split to find what was missing but all that was left is the ass you been kissing I leave you wishing that you're life wasn't lame just adjust the focus and trust in the frame bust the game then you'll find you're a player peeling back the onion till you hit the right layer in the air, don't touch the sun cause iccarus is sick of us always poking fun a smoking gun leaves you numb to emotion pain is the name for the game for the notion its a shame that the ocean is plastic and those in control seem to think its fantastic you might say its drastic this case schtick we live in but look past the trash and you'll see whats been given Here we go again Man, if I had a nickel for every one of you dime-store bitches well shit, I might even start paying off my court fine …Just kidding though, I'm gonna spend it all on weed and purple drank Gotta lotta anger, my minds a hanger filled with B52s that are strapped with gang-bangers slapped a ranger till he ran to the manger stay the fuck away, near me you're in danger in the zone from my dome cause I'm stranger than any mutha fucka tryina pose acting lamer you're not a gangster, don't think you're real enough find me out the back smoking crack see who's really tough just another silly bluff that you're spitting, talks so much trash you've got my teeth gritting I'm a dentist apprentice mafioso bentist sentence since your momma I should know so you're a ho ho I'm a twinkie screaming oh no when I go for the pinky shtis stinky his flows a shocker remember that bit where I said I was a doctor I'm not, I got a lot of issues missed brain of the chain that the bitch used switched shoes, clues to his mind frame oozed through the blues and I twisted cause its my game you loose, theres no competition so go call up your friends, break down start bitchen stop snitchen get back in the kitchen itches for some smack that you lack cause you're smitten loves a drug, you're an addict we're all here for you now lets talk about your habit can I stab it? Don't like conversation my only interactions like a rabbit masterbating think I'm fading out to the darkness spark this but be very careful if you start shit hard hit, I don't pull punches, I'll stab you seven times while you're doing stomach crunches at evans mothers brunches, munch his momma down I'm a clown for your hunches bunches of bitches think they know my wishes but I always get away like the cleverest of fishes
Life is a projection reflecting your own mind designed in each section connected through time directing your path through math undefined till you find what you're seeking you're keeping the sign we're all oat its the cost of the line once its been crossed you're the boss of the vine devine for the moment as long as I can sharp from the grind but a kind gentle man thats the plan that I rammed straight to my head and I'll follow this verse till the hearse says I'm dead not a curse I'm just licking my wounds and these words will keep sticking while I rot in a tomb from the womb I consume every pain that you send me from gluttony, lust, greed hate and envy your wrath makes me laugh and you think it would end me but love is the drug that I take to defend me I attack any jack talking smack bout a sinner and when you pretend I'm as cold as the winter I'll splinter the centre and enter your heart and stay in your ears and steer clear of the charts till I start to depart, then I'll mark every second I don't use the confused you abused from their lessons I refuse to be fused with the ooze that's misteppin I choose my own path with love as my weapon Just a soldier from the city of magnolia its a pity that your itty bitty titties made you bolder the nitty gritty couldn't hold a boulder on my shoulder so I'll just wait around till you start acting older and wiser your lies are the size of your ego and we know that that shit is bigger than reno or dallas you're callous the foulest degenerate but then so am I when I act inconsiderate didn't consider it gettin a hit of it spittin a bit of shit lettin the kitten slip
In our lives we're often faced with existential crisis What should we do? How should we act? Which brand of facial cleanser should we use? Lemme break it down, its real simple kids Smoke trees, make money, fuck bitches Three steps to nirvana Gifted, straight from the time that I shifted mind feeling fine but the grind left me twisted blasted soul, a hole in his third eye word guy slurred every nerd on his third try ...and oh so miraculous, out of the woodwork there stood lurking draculas, ...and tweaking real fabulous, grab for the scab when you know that she's stabbing us ...last stop on my journey, home in my dome and I know you can burn me ...I'm a pest to the system tell it like it is have a squiz at my wisdom piston pumping pissed him slumping bumping to the bass cause you're pumping what Im bumping gumption tasted the paste and the nectar faced with a choice and he's poised the selector got some toys that affect her composure don't come to me if you're looking for a closer just a poser and I'm an open book so turn a page or two, smoke a few and have a look don't get shook cause you don't understand it other mother fuckers acting like I'm underhanded branded candid the man slid sideways trying to get off but he's stuck on a highway and its my way, no other options get in the van or plan for adoptions ...just the way that it goes sending out the message if it rains or it snows ...keeping chains on his hoes got the best game when he aim for her toes ...check the claims of your foes lames tryna shame with the fame they've exposed
Looking Back 03:12
Watching this recording of a life built on hoarding guilt from the strife its the cost of rent and boarding spent mourning the lifestyle I wanted haunted from lies, despite the truth I flaunted its right, the light moves in a circle bright, went to know hes indigo, not purple cripple, sipping gin in an alleyway uncertain spin gripping him like the valley days slipping, it pays to invest in dividends giving him the tools to impress while other fools just distress, bout their lives sit up in their house and they cry as they die slowly, from the insides of their minds wholly hopeless, they need the holy vine …back to when time dissolved fact, there wasn't even any life to evolve the world would revolve around you and me it turned toward the good that we all should see but some shut their eyes they feared what was near and they knew not the prize so they turned toward the lies that disguised what they saw and they turned out the lights and they shut out the awe you can't shut out the sun it'll burn through eternity till the lights won light and dark are the same space they came from a place deep inside your brain case trained to chaise a carrot while you parrot opinions you think that you're free but your mind is their minion dominion, grind cinnamon and synonym wait till he's dead bag him up and bring him in thats the end of the story just another tory for this fucked up allegory Chip off the block the ol dock starts to crumble most other rappers just cocks when they mumble and he's humble, stumble towards the centerfold grinch in a pinch leave you left out in the winter cold biting chill, just a thrill seeker pill in his grill cause we know that you're weaker ill, the sickness of society the thickness of the whiteness made him flee from sobriety denying me the chi that I need for my energy, roll with the punches till it crunches into symmetry don't try and limit me, beyond comprehension and I don't answer questions that smack of condescension you're a hack go back to where you came from way off track and your stacks sounding lame son game spun from the we've of the maker save on left for the their and the faker breaker, the fuse couldn't take it left you confused and abused, thought you'd make it its a ruse and you loose every time false hope slopes are the snopes of the crime spare a lime to repair whats been broken silent affair and you're left with a token still smoking, begging for forgiveness hoping that you're open for another chance to hit this spit whittless and grit through the drama never ever sever the teather to my mamma obama got osama but ghanna stayed the same now who's left with blue meth to take the blame damn shame, really liked the kid sometimes with some rhymes he really blows his lid thats the id, free from its master cid on a chain or you'll end up in disaster
Most other MCs are out there complaining simply tempt me, your flows empty and draining lives like a painting, its subjective can't see what you don't know blow the whole objective his eyes are quite selective spy the prize inside your lies he's cries to the elective like a psyche detective wrecked kid who's perspective is reflective, connected informations his prime directive send it through the internet a center bet prospective some might say defective, plus occasionally introspective but never what you expected, clever through collective consciousness, that dwells between an emptiness ever so objective it compels us to say simply thus life is what you make of it dont over think live life for the sake of it don't give a fuck, I'll buck the trend expend my luck, suck my last blast of wind has to end, when you pretend you've penned a thesis jesus, no relief to the grief that eats us its ceaseless, grease on the meat that feeds us dissect the beats and release the fetus hi-tek, hi priestess, I am all, from the greatest to leastest and you act so elitist believe in the weave that conceives and deletes us complete trust in the thrust of the future muster your dusters or pray for a suture known by his tutor to neuter all competitors good with computers you could call me an editor just a predator to those with the sickness witness the bliss through the mist of his shit list blaming others for things they've never done its just a cover, can't have any fun living life as if its not a game it'll pass you by try and dodge the shame another claim, posing as divinity looking through the glass, class this is infinity true obscenity that dwells behind the veil clipper ship slipped now she learning who to sail we never fail, just take our sweet time you could learn the lessons from the beat and the rhyme sleeping fine, earned his burned mind turned from the grind its the contract we signed got contact to mine some fine experience this worlds designed by the sign call it eeriness eat your weariness, sleep when you're dead whatever you do don't let it get to your head stay serious, but never stop joking no matter how scattered stay tattered keep toking she's not my poke thing, we remain friends sad for me but had to be the way it ends a new beginning, thats all it is I'm always grinning, thats how I live its give and take don't brake, keep accelerating every little victory your history is celebrating I find it elevating, using life experience mix it with the strife when rife with false dileriants its all appearances, don't let it fool you open up your mind and you'll find you can pull through
Hope he know to flow to opio's domain neo tokyo was low on dro going insane growing his claim that the frame could never break it goes on forever, its the measures that we take he levered stakes, stacked against his favor promised chaos in a seance I would be its savior demonic flavor, the chronic labor that consumes me even now while I slowly sip on shroom tea they groomed me, to advance the holy messages somewhere along the way got lost up in her bresteses oh well, did the best I could, every man has a weakness every man should he stood to gain very little from his pain that emanated from a source deep within his brain so I'll abstain and chart a course to higher planes depart from this cart for it drives me insane Getting imaginative from all the crack I did having to smack a kid, running his mouth again out to win and I'm south of your spin cycle went through the rinse I'm a prince cause Ive been vital got no sense in my mind, just recitals that I fire at the blind consigned to be my rivals designed by a force so course that its invisible the universal mind confined in individuals its a ritual, bitch you switched centrifugal riffen through my thoughts but you outta take it literal shit is critical, even when I'm spliffing shifting your brain to a plane beyond living that what I'm given, its all I got spitting out verses that are worse than the plot outta get shot, flip the script you're a writer caught up in the life full of strife the decider I think I fried her, kentucky fried chickens you're lucky if you fuck me, I'll leave you finger licken linger stricken struck by the price of decision nice with the vice, just a slice of my vision hit it twice, spit it triplet how yah goin nit wit in a fit, ripped it through his knowing and its nothing, he's bluffing, a poser case open and closer laced, his flows are impeccable taste of a style thats so wild its inedible its incredible profiterole creations living in the moment and trusting your sensations plus, busting expectations of your peer group and trying not to live in weed smoke and beer soup its clear loops, that can be avoided ear for the truth with a heart that destroyed it starting at the end, arrive at the beginning pull a charlie sheen, sceaming out that you're winning keep sinning, grinning till the grave stone penning every rhyme, right on time in the slaves dome


Silicon Slave returns with Loudmouth - an obnoxious, in your face mixture of psychedelic bass music and live hip-hop. Loudmouth isn't afraid to tell you that you're an unemployed drug addict living in your mothers basement… and probably still will be when you're 40. You could put down the bong, get a stable job and move out on your own. But that wouldn't be in your "true" nature - and it'll probably send your energy way out of whack. So, who are you kidding? Do your ears a favor, light up your favorite illicit substance and have a listen to loudmouth.


released February 3, 2016

Mastered by Augustus Walker, with photography and graphic design work by Tali Drohan

Released through Beanstalk Records


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