Never Better (2009)

Kevin’s Selection: 10/16/16 – 10/22/16

Theme: Hip Hop

Artist: P.O.S

Release Date: 2/3/2009

Runtime: 55:38

Label: Rhymesayers Entertainment

Track Listing:

1). Let It Rattle – 3:33
2). Drumroll (We’re All Thirsty) – 2:37
3). Savion Glover – 2:19
4). Purexed – 3:24
5). Graves (We Wrote the Book) – 3:14
6). Goodbye – 3:07
7). Get Smokes – 2:38
8). Been Afraid – 3:39
9). Low Light Low Life – 3:14
10). The Basics (Alright) – 3:23
11). Out of Category – 3:16
12). Optimist (We Are Not for Them) – 3:19
13). Terrorish – 2:13
14). Never Better – 4:03
15). The Brave and the Snake – 3:53
16). Hand Made Hand Gun – 5:58

Lyrics:

1). Let It Rattle 

There ain’t nobody to be pretty for fuck it
Let it rattle
Let the clatter kill em
Let the cataclysm wash
Who really listens?
Precision with a verse draws a crowd
I draw a line between easy melody
And piece of mind
I keep the game tweaked
Freak the same to its own thing
Spit the plain pain
Econolines for the dime class
Its a god damn recession
Show a little respect
You Pfizer babies
Look how they hate
Pilled out
Bounce they liver off they top eight
Who got a fix for the fix
Bush no more
Nobody’s like “Dufrane, search party of four”
Tell me
Who’s eatin?
I mean well
Who’s beaten shell toes kick a hole in who’s
Cheatin hell
Need it while you can
Serve get swerved get sleep
Buy it up c’mon
They out for presidents to represent them
You think a president could represent you?
You really think a president would represent you? (Right)
They call me POS
Bold from the go to the goal
To them ice cold bones
Freezin in that Minnesota snow
Heatin up the winter with the flow
They make it rain (rain?)
Rain go away
Come again brave
Or when you bring a bit to help us grow
(Meanwhile)
We them pro parade-rainers
Presented by Doomtree
Sponsored by the Rhymesayers
It’s a no brainer if you aim at the aimless
The same small change big drain
On my patience
It’s
My act
My scene
My play
My stage
My lines
My way
All day
All style
Plus guts
Cap cut
No fresh
No clean
All press
Yes mean
Swoosh removed
Loose the cool
Choose whatever behooves the dude
Move through any mood with ease
Ravage the rules
Ravishing
Randy Savage the fools
Handy with tools cutting my own key
Cattle to meat
Sheep splitter
Kennel killer
Handmade handgunner
Fanblade runner
Promise of skill
Better than blessed
Promise of stress
Livin and breathin
Motherfuck all the rest
Now what do you do?
They hide their eyes and can’t describe
What they been layin down
But they been layin down
I can’t tell if it’s the bees or the sting
The honey or the wax on the wing
But people just Wall-Mart what they worth
Rollback
(But) they don’t get to pick what you deserve
What exactly do you do, sir? (Serve)
What exactly do you do, miss? (Take)
Tell who the hell are you?
You’re out of your element Donny
Shut up
Double double eat up
Ride
The Dude abides
2). Drumroll (We’re All Thirsty) 

[P.O.S.]
P.O.S., Doomtree Crew
Rhymesayers Crew

In a world where the world ends at the end of your block
And them uh, little whirlwinds spin friction round the clock
I’ll be savage, hunt and gather the average rather cadaver
Cock back hammer, splatter matter all over cell phone and calendar
No peace, yeah, in the middle of a war zone, riddle when the norm thinks slow
No sleep, yeah, with the shades down low, on the down low fighting with a dream
I creep, yeah, all secrets please, I don’t need to speak
I’m paranoid like a man in the land of the free
To set up and let us burn and turn cheek, damn
Stop with the octagon, top your block, I’m gone
Off my rock, no songs, no more locked, yeah
Just a little bit a prison for everyone of us
We won’t listen till there isn’t any more of us
These days we quick to part ways with rights like “okay”
Here, let’s be clear, for the record I did not sign up for lockdown
Or any kind of shock and I’m so bored

[Hook]
You must have forgot just who you were dealing with
Nothing less than aggression so naked, so crystal clear with a
Trust in absolutely fucking nothing but Doomtree
Step up your thought game lame, we’re all thirsty!

[P.O.S.]
It’s like they leave us no option
Walking these streets, heat is watching
These preachers speak from their pockets
These teachers…bring it back c’mon
These teachers reach but can’t stop it
Seedlings so poisoned, so lost and
Follow these prophets to nonsense
Tossing what’s right to the dust
And I ain’t no casualty
Got no surface with spotless morality
My dirt might have to cover up my grave
But I keep my fear of faith
And filth clutter up my cave
Got me looking for disinfectant
(I don’t know how to behave)
God, I’m bored!

[Hook]
You must have forgot just who you were dealing with
Nothing less than aggression so naked, so crystal clear with a
Trust in absolutely fucking nothing but Doomtree
Step up your thought game lames, we’re all thirsty!

[Crowd]
Mooooooooore!…
So thirsty for mooooooooore!…

3). Savion Glover 

Who keep the tank topped?
Who reaps the good sleep, keeps the receipts?
I seem ’em sucking up the last drops
Drop the H2 stretch, H3
Where the party at, Democrat?
Sitting on a muggy summer bench, sipping muddy water
Peeping Newsweek, see what’s up with Sergeant Slaughter
Hotter days on the way, turn your A.C. Slater up
Burn, aloe vera green, apple now and later
Yup, pass that (sweet)
Mike Mictlan, where the mask at?
Hand over what?
Hand over yours, run that
Man overboard with the same crap drown
Dehumanize communities like Black Hawk Down
They realize immunities and rape them towns
So we speak our minds so fluently with raw, rap sounds
Alright tykes, a Klondike bar’s on the line
We need a blind eye turned, keep ’em simple, refined
Oh, the black gold, Texas tea (hah), you’re kidding
There ain’t been good oil in Texas for a minute
Thats why we knocked over our own thrones
Then watch it combust end up in free speech zones that shock and awe was on us
Watch me ex-pat Brazilian if 85% of Guantanamo is civilian
Blood pumps vermillion beats dump all over a chump populous
Keeping they focus on Paris Hilton (ick)
Prada dead guilty as any internet thread, big check
Probably got a lot of bad head
All night vision all night missions all right
Christ risen? tight nope, call the prisons
Yikes the middle pickin the simple drivel
The riddles a head ripper splitter
Suburbanites will get the kibble (listen)
The double speak is legit
They on some ‘stand up for yourself you worthless piece of shit’
Bet it all lose it all forget it
And saying fuck Bush gave that douche a splash, too much credit
But smoking on Kush makes cats so apathetic
Can’t beat em with a bat so we join em and spit the ethics
(or) we beat em with a bat (yeah)
POS steadily wreck it for anybody who raps or naps on facts
Fill the in line six to End Hits
The oval office and the lobby prolly listen to Fugazi singin
This one’s ours lets take another
This one’s ours lets take another
This one’s ours lets take another
Then they dance away clean like Savion Glover

4). Purexed 

[P.O.S.]
I’m trying not to slip, been trying not to lose footing
Loose land keeps that pressure on my kicks
But when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks
Stand like a man made of concrete and sediment
Like fuck your skin, nobody needs it
There’s bones, muscle and blood, what’s realer than fat and tendons?
It’s raw, no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it
So far flesh ain’t the truest at all, let’s rip into it
We all sick of the missed shots
Passed over like the last man picked, no team, so pissed off
That’s not honesty, that’s just soft curves
Got your world flipped, got you making mixtapes for girls
And that’s the skin again, let’s blame the skin again
Stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward ligaments
And I didn’t shave today, I probably won’t tomorrow
When it’s safe to say I’m never gonna shed these extra… yeah so

[Hook 1]
Fuck it, back to the wall
Crush it, laugh at ’em all
Hush, let ’em try to find the beauty in your face
Yeah, something more than a song
Hating? Aww come on
Dust, let ’em try to find the beauty in the bass line

[Hook 2] {2X}
Aww, but when the words don’t change
We don’t sing with what will fade away
Yeah, we do our own damn thing
We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all

[P.O.S.]
In us we trust, no rush for bucks
No sweat, just enough, them words from love
No hits, I let the track stand
Like how it was written is how it hit me
Or road cycle kids with the grip to skid fixies
A rogue wild kid with a stroll that let it roll like whatever
Huh… they kick that gingivitis, them rappers got the itis
Catch me bumping Isis in a crisis
Instead of watching y’all count and lead sheep at the same time
What’s the science of that?
I know that [shit] is sweet, but where the movement is at?
We in that coma capital, spotless home team
With hands steadily purexed but never quite clean
Bloody as hell, rarely will I care… for that haha
I don’t know man… me and Joe like real shit

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]
5). Graves (We Wrote the Book) 

Yeah
Come on the desperation stay the same
Grip tight to the reins, smoke lights by the chain
You won’t find no letter by my remains
Not caught dead settling
No black sweater, slacks or shoes
With any pennies in a federal stake
A steady hand ready to drop stakes through any bloodsucker
Sick of the news, yeah eat him up
Cover him up like headstones in the fall
We don’t stop, keeping it warm, keeping it hot
Treading water in a rising tide
Throw it on, ride whatever we on
Dawn whenever we wonder, we don’t ask why
Correct, the best shoe’s the worst step
Some tools to work with, confused and worthless
Peruse the surface but don’t dig deep enough
Wait, they, they turning in they graves
We, we dig them up and rearrange
Aim, take them out the way they came
Switch them out the frame
You got to find something else to hang
You didn’t get mature, you got tame
They ain’t the same
Thoughts convertible, that’s what I’m on
Keep living in your box
What is that, a Scion?
Cool, it’s all fool’s gold, ask me
What’s the goal fool?
Dig deep, like six feet

Speak, retreat, whatever, don’t ask me
I’m busy working with that shorthand shovel
Fools ready to pound moves, bloody knuckles
Keep the surface free, don’t ask me
I’m busy working with that shorthand shovel
Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles, don’t ask me
Speak, retreat, whatever, don’t ask me
I’m busy working with the shorthand shovel
Speak, retreat, whatever, don’t ask me
I’m busy working with the shorthand shovel
Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles

Graves, shovel, let’s get to it
We wrote the book, they’ll have to remain truant
We wrote the book by moving the blame to it
We wrote the book by keeping the change

Digging up graves, shovel, let’s get to it
We wrote the book, the hobbies will stay ruined
We wrote the book, the how to remain stupid
We wrote the book by checking the aim
Digging up graves, come on, shovel them bones
We wrote the book by cutting the dead clones
We wrote the book by smashing a dead phone
Getting a good second alone before
Digging up graves, shovel, let’s get to it
We wrote the book by moving the blame to it
We wrote the book, my civil just ain’t do it
We wrote the book, now look at the fame
Digging up graves
6). Goodbye 

[P.O.S.]
Ye-ye-ye-yeah, yeah, ye-ye-yeah
Don’t let ’em tell you what you think is cool
Don’t let ’em tell you what you think is right
Don’t let ’em tell you what you think you should do
Then I’mma sleep at night, which is easy y’all[Hook]
Do you recognize when the world won’t stop for you
Or when your days don’t care what you got to do
Or when your weight’s too tough to lift up, what do you do?
They don’t choose for you, don’t let ’em choose
Recognize when the world won’t stop for you
Or when your days don’t care what you got to do
Or when your weight’s too tough to lift up, what do you do?
Don’t let ’em choose for you, that’s on you

[P.O.S.]
Yeah, another day, another dime, another state
Another mind, forty-eight moves to choose
But no matter the coast, we all toast the same PBR
So much settling for ours (what you drinking on)
There’s so many lives and so many lines waiting
There’s only so much time, so many die patient
So many skate only where the ice is thin
We too nice to not dive in right after them
We too right to not sway a little, wiggle from the path
Middle up, foot upon the gas, like the past
Is the rear view, last laugh lands on the man
With the plan to do all that he can to do, all that he can
And we all save face in the face of our friends
And we all bend backwards to make amends
And we all take chances that change us
Civil with the self-hate just won’t do

[Hook]

[P.O.S.]
All right, a lot of my friends shake when they don’t drink
All my friends wheeze in they sleep, all my friends think green
But can’t afford to live it, can’t ignore the cynics
Can’t explore the gimmicks, can’t report the dividends
Limited only by the need to stay fed
And giving up is like Latin, it’s dead
It don’t happen, don’t even cross the head
Lost in our own web but it’s our bed, sleep sucks
I mean, or least until I try, but at least until I’m right
But at least until I’m fly, let me get it on tight
But at least until it’s mine, but at least until it’s time
Let me set ’em up and knock ’em down, come on
But at least until I’m fine, but at least until I’m wrong
But at least until I got a piece to call my own
But at least until I’m grown, but at least until I’m gone
Say “Goodbye, goodbye”

[Hook]

[P.O.S.]
And we all save face in the face of our friends
And we all bend backwards to make amends
And we all take chances that change us
Civil with the self-hate just won’t do
Do you recognize when the world won’t stop for you
Or when your days don’t care what you got to do
Or when your weight’s too tough to lift up, what do you do?
Don’t let ’em choose for you, that’s on you

7). Get Smokes 

[P.O.S.]
Get smokes… we ain’t got bodegas, we got gas stations
Choke, steady rock, ready for whatever pops
Split the surface like machete chops
Better lost anyway… okay
Slash fast getaway, crash whatever path
And stop whether it’s caskets or gas hits, last drops
I’ll stash whatever math I’ve added in a basket and bury it
You let ’em pull the wool, I pull the chariot
Faster, lungs like California raisins
Singing some type of blues version of “Search and Destroy”
I’m talking Stooges, weathered tissue and bruises
Iggy “Raw”, respect or step back, cute is what we aim at
Haha, aww… haha… I’m on some Ichabod Crane raps
Scared of the headless gaps in any audience
Maps exactly where I’mma bucket a whole frame
Knuckles up, the ruler’s coming to measure
The rudiments of your struggle by the inches, quit bitching
Keep building, sheep sleep still
Shepherds don’t peep dreams, reach till it’s real
Thoughts breach seams on a 59/50 clipped bill
Keep the uniform wrecked, trends kill
Necks bend still when I step, bend steel when I flex
Head kneel to the next, near never
No kings ever, nope, sever all that…[P.O.S.]
Just a hair too abrasive for a nation on soft
Dirty when the style ain’t
Bringing that bomb squad density when irate
Digging in the crates full of sodium nitrate
Like *tss* ow! Burn up my fingertips
Roof’s on fire. Fine, just let me get in
And find a good place to sit, it’s fucking freezing out
Who’s got a cigarette?
Who’s got an ‘Ove’ Glove and a hard hat for me?
All I got is dirt on the jeans, ash in the cuffs
Scuffs on the skate highs, keep ’em laughing at us
Trust that I keep [knives] that will land in your guts
If your touch is not welcome, pacified pacifist seldom
Someone took the nook, keep yelling on ’em
No telling what’ll happen if you pass the fifth
And keep your flash pasteurized, mines like fresh outa the tit
Ick, Schick sharp, shards for darts, promise of skill
Arms up, guard your heart, f’real
High crime, low art, protect your neck
Face sparks to the… no time to waste
Take down, clowns in the fake crowns
Sound the loud siren, get off my island
Doomtree consume the loose silence
Fill it to the top with the “digguh-digguh-digguh-digguh” live shit

 

9). Low Light Low Life 

[Sims:]
Barrel full of powder, ship full of tea
Closer by the hour, bringing sick to the seas
Bellies full of barter, thick with the thieves
Once they hit the harbor it’s a wick in the breeze
There goes another one (whoa!), right out from under ’em
Different seashore, same thirty stores
There goes another one (whoa!), right out from under ’em
Worldwide mining town, steal it up, sell it down
And not too long ago, mom and pop owned this shop
Prognosis progress, the Dow owns the block
Here to sell ’em salvation or elevation — sort of
Signal disorder, it’s celebration Florida
They got the medicine to fix your mood
Till you learn to mind your place and eat that Sysco food
You crave the arrogance the rich folk ooze
Take life, waste life just to get those jewels

[Hook:]
Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals, rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower
Uh huh, uh huh, heads will roll
Low light low life, recite that untold
Keep with the goals, rehearse for the eleventh hour
It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder

[Dessa:]
It seems we’ve fallen out of favor, the era ended on us
Now the money’s just paper, the houses all haunted
We had a hell of a run before it caught up
For all the corners cut we got an avalanche of sawdust
Life of the party, we’re death of the novel
The glass is half-empty so pass the next bottle
It’s flight of the salesman, death of the bumblebee
Nothing left for the attorneys and the tumbleweeds
They say that God’s on the right, so goes the rhetoric
But I think that cross is a kite that left a skeleton
And I think that Russell was right, but that’s irrelevant, friend
For all I know there’ll be nothing left to defend tomorrow
Sugar in the gas tank, nothing in the cashbox
Thought that we were so sick, looking like it’s smallpox
The bullets are still on the shelves
But when the armory empties, we’re melting down the bells

[Hook]

[P.O.S.:]
It’s the end of law and order, Dick Wolf
Aware in America, rocking a cheap sheep suit
Pulled wool, weave through
Stay on course till pulled over by that pulled pork
Cops keeping the peace/piece… cocked
Catch and release like a sportsman, see ’em in the court then
Piss poor paying them a portion, huh
Funny how they distort extortion
Never better, P.O.S. dance to the rhetoric
Lean to the left, call me terrorish, rock with it
Dance fever got ’em peeping out the prints on the floor
True believers keep they eyes on the horizon
Catch me sizing up the silent, check the crooked grind
Watch me 50/50, keep the balance between the coping and the feeble mind
I hope the broken folk rewind
Nothing much for token jokers here, skate off, we doing fine

[Hook]
10). The Basics (Alright)

[P.O.S.]
Okay…
Peasant like a peacock, hesitant like heroine
I barrel down whatever barrel’s aiming at me
How sick? All sick all three-sixty-five days in ways
Radio plays, don’t relay, don’t behave, fuck ’em
We been without ’em, couldn’t need anything less
Ate what they feeding, still hate to feel it, digest
They, they’re like “Get it while it’s good
Get it on demand, get it just to get it now
Get it while you can, live a little, ay”

[Hook]
We don’t want nothing from no one
We don’t need nothing you’re selling
We don’t see anything moving
We don’t have the time
We just need something to eat
We just need some place to sleep
We need the basics and baby we are gonna be
Alright {*8X*}

[P.O.S.]
Hah, they can’t do nothing for you man (sorry)
Keep talking heads, just work that wordplay while you can
They’ll listen too, huh? Break ’em if you can
Sleepwalking ain’t really a hobby, it’s just so damn eaaaaaasyyyy to get good
Beat up a bag, eat, key a Hum-V
Draw something pretty on some really, really nice things
Can’t take it with ’em can they? Can’t break that rhythm can they?
Chewing Chantix or handling madness, cramming that baggage

[Hook]

{*Instrumental section*}

[Hook]

 
11). Out of Category 

[Hook]
Cate-cate-categor, cate-categor, category
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of categor-cate, I’m out of categor-cate
I’m out of categor-cate, I’m cate-cate-category

[P.O.S.]
He never liked classes, he was always a social cat
The cutest kittens forever where he at
The rudest men held positions at the flat, momma loved him
But momma want a man that help assist with this boy
This boy swing and a miss, bright-eyed beautiful lips
Pumped with lies, ma stumped and crying
But he don’t ever ask why, just kisses ma goodbye
Zips his jacket up and goodnight, skateboard or bike like “peace”

[Hook]
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of category, I’m out of category

[P.O.S.]
You know why? Cause he dislikes the strife so avoids it
Don’t trust teachers cause they don’t trust him
Don’t trust motives so he don’t trust friends
He can’t tell if most other people cold or just don’t trust black skin
Displaced the race card, shuffled the spade
Ace into a place where cards stayed blank
But not to say without a face, more like a lack of color
Not really too certain how to go about a brother
It wasn’t always like that though
But momma moved him out the gutter to the curb so he wouldn’t wash away
He didn’t seem to get that though
And momma wasn’t really pulling in that butter so his bread came another way
Yeah and if he couldn’t have nice things, fuck ’em, he didn’t even want ’em
If he needed ’em, he found a way to got ’em
Since everybody doubt ’em, he happily obliged, bide his time
Find his little piece of peace at the bottom, like FUCK y’all!

[Hook]
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of categor-cate, I’m out of categor-cate
I’m out of categor-cate, I’m cate-cate-category

[P.O.S.]
He built his self-esteem up off some tricks
Cause even when he matched as far as skin with kids, it seemed they didn’t mix
There seemed to be disdain from the kids that clashed colors with him
Rebel yelling girls tryna make they daddy pissed
So ain’t nobody on his buddy list
Cause they would probably give him business about the shitty sweater he lives in
So he surrounds himself with hope to touch a throne
And other people feeling all alone, hold your heart

[Hook]
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of category, I’m out of category

[P.O.S.]
When he found punk rock that first time
He rode either the nine or eleven bus line, it slips the mind
But that way they didn’t need to fit in
He asked if he could pull the bell and said “Ma, I wanna be like them”
Found his kin, brothers at school thinking tryna rewrite skin
Other are fools, never seen some shit like him
So far he’s been a bitter boy, living like litter
No choice, no quitter, so cue the noise
Ain’t nothing like a Mohawk to show off your fuck off
And kick off the Reeboks for boots to keep the block off you
He could see how the re-route of style made the eyebrows raise
Not for nothing wasn’t changing you
He’d seen his daddy with a pipe, too young to understand
Life ain’t coming from this man holding hands with him
He probably didn’t mean to hit him
He probably didn’t even mean to plant his seed
Is his picture in his wallet with him?
He’s thinking probably not, and even so
It’s probably rolled up with some coke in it, old and out of focus
So nope, the road they chose was not his
Nobody will ever be like him, hold your heart

[Hook]
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of categor-cate, I’m out of categor-cate
I’m out of categor-cate, I’m cate-cate-category
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of category, I’m out of category
I’m out of categor-cate, I’m out of categor-cate
I’m out of categor-cate, I’m cate-cate-category
12). Optimist (We Are Not for Them)

[P.O.S.]
Yeah, yeah {*6X*}

I pick a lotta locks, rock a lotta shows
Build with the moms, hang with the broken crow
Been hurting the same heart since I was like two
I use sarcasm freely, bark at the greedy
Bite what feeds, shy from the seedy
I’m bold in approach, so rely on my hope
That the average emcees can’t fuck with the sound like me
I never been down with the King
It’s never something I wanted to be
Never better than the work than the toil and the reap
But the work for the wants, not the suffer for the needs
Nothing’s tougher than the… dreams and good sleep
Trying to teach my son to reach, damn right
Cause it gets a little darker every night
And the rent goes up, they gon’ cut out the…

[Hook]
Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make, they all so
Afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd, only shake with the quake and uh
Times like this are up
We break their stride cause we break our mirrors
They hugging that pride like it’s all there is
We make our own and if they don’t feel it
Then we are not for them (and that’s cool)

[P.O.S.]
Yo, I made this beat for Alegra Oxborough
She showed me how to do the thing with the cups
I wrote the verse on a triple double Tuesday
Riding in the van in the back lot
I never made it in, never really can tell the friends these days
Telephone don’t sleep some days
Someday I’mma be peaceful again
Till then keep the speech to a min
Shed a little skin, I’mma bet it all and win
I’mma set it off and run, I’mma kill it till it’s dead
I’mma do it till it ain’t fun and the words don’t come
Then I’m gonna find another hobby
Probably find love, probably find trust
Eighty-one young with a little bit of rust
Clean interior, Minnesota plates
Money in the bank with a lot of you to thank
Relate to the…

[Hook]
Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make, they all so
Afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd, only shake with the quake and uh
Times like this are up
(Up for whatever, how are you?)
WE BREAK THEIR STRIDE CAUSE WE BREAK OUR MIRRORS
THEY HUGGING THAT PRIDE LIKE IT’S ALL THERE IS
WE MAKE OUR OWN AND IF THEY DON’T FEEL IT
THEN WE ARE NOT FOR THEM, WE CUT OUR OWN OUT, YEAH

[P.O.S.]
Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break (YEAH), amends to make, they all so (YEAH)
Afraid and safe, in need of space (OH YEAH)
But hugging that crowd, only shake with the quake and uh (YEAH)
Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break (YEAH), amends to make, they all so (YEAH)
Afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd (YEAH), only shake, that’s it
13). Terrorish 

[P.O.S.]
Yeah, yeah…
Don’t let ’em get a handful, see ’em with a handle of jack
Or crossed fingers on the hands behind their back
And with a knack to trust then disrupt
Lose trust then change the rules up
And who’s up for tax cuts? (Crime pays)
Hidden estates with like really long driveways
Crime pays, rats in the hallway
Aim for the crack, fuck minimum wage
It goes, anyways sipping on a dry gin
Heavy headed living in and out of my skin
And living livid, glad for the chance
Glass full of gas with a rag in the other hand
Wild like a Taliban
Wild like a child slapped in the grin, black be the skin
Packed full of carbon
Packed full of carbon and starving again, c’mon

[Jason Shevchuk]
There’s eyes in the back of my head!!!

[P.O.S.]
Yeah, hold up, the buck stops disintegrating here (yeah right)
The fear generator’s here y’all warmer
Deviating clear past the consumer, room for improvement
Trade space with some doom and gloom
Renovate with the renegade
Skate like the centigrade dropped
Consider the cold “copped” like a motorcade
And roll away contagious
And infect the vacant, good the fuck gracious
Gotta debase the basic, erase the facelift
Taste a bad case of the breaks and heal
Gotta create the makeshift
Swagger like it’s yours and debate whatever you don’t feel
And don’t come “Knock knock, who’s there? Boo, boo, whoing”
Live a little better than a bad joke
Who ruins? Chew through your wrist
Come on, let’s do it, let’s, let’s, let’s go

[Jason Shevchuk]
There’s eyes in the back of my head!!!
I want them blinded, I want them blinded
But if I find the man who put my foot in the sand
And other heavy hearts, oh, oh, oh
Make it impossible to cleanse his sins
So unforgettable, so unforgettable
I-oh, oh, oh
I-oh, oh, oh
There’s eyes in the back of my head!!!
14). Never Better

[P.O.S.]
Dragging a lake, dragging a kettlebell, nothing ever gets done
Nothing ever just made, so much dismantled, nothing ever gets done
Never people in place, every never is now, every never is now
Find a base, hold your space like a Spartan
Never fill in the blanks, let ’em hang in the ranks, let ’em crowd up
Never cut to the chase or skip to the bullets and blaze, watch ’em get loud
Take it title to credits, every never is now, every never is now
Clear the space, let it out… okay
Chew at the trap, just a hobby, a fact, an option to counter the doubt
I’m so cozy without, watch ’em gather what’s haunted and shove in they mouth
See the trouble is humble is over and modesty suffers it out
Honesty tougher than tissue is now, leather is gone with the horse and the plow
Never better when better won’t do, bet on that, they gon’ peddle the cure
Coca Cola gave how much to who? Words subvert subdue, let ’em sell it to you
You, you, nothing’s better than aiming at nothing and hitting your mark
Everyone’s famous, now we can just sit in the dark, and wait
Dragging a lake, dragging a kettlebell, nothing ever gets done ay
So quick with the take, so quick with the show and tell,everybody is number one
Never nothing for you huh? Every never is now
Take two and call when you need a few more, you can beat at they door
They don’t sleep, they don’t need it
Killing the shakes, keeping the spins huh, nothing ever gets done
So carried away, now carry the burden, nothing ever gets done
Never no one for you huh? Every never is now (every never is now)
Every never is now, every never is now (every never is now)
Dragging a lake, keeping the cool clothes, nothing ever gets done
Skipping the change, keeping the fools gold
Everybody’s so shiny and new, new, new, look at you
You got so much to show for the work you put in, look at you, you
You stay helping yourself fill up on the bread, that’s how they get you

[Judah Nagler]
I’ll be the ground… nobody gets me down…
I’ll be the bridge… I’ll fall from the highest ledge

[P.O.S.]
Rubbed so raw, so wrong, so vigorous
Twist that bleed, that venom, get rid of it all
Every never is now {*4X*}
Don’t sweat nothing, don’t mention it
Don’t wait, anything but forward is a waste of time
Every never is now {*6X*}

[Judah Nagler]
I’ll be the ground, nobody gets me down living in the crowd
I’ll be the bridge, fall from the highest ledge, sleeping in the ditch
I’ll be the ground, nobody gets me down living in the crowd
I’ll be the bridge, fall from the highest ledge, sleeping in the ditch

 
15). The Brave and the Snake

[P.O.S.]
Dedicated to the brave and the snakes how they stay
Steady raising mistakes like the earth won’t quake
If they don’t break rank, and the bank, and the take, and the hate
And the shape of the grief in the wake of a mistake
Dedicated to the trust in the grave, to the lust and the haze
Every co-dependent with a gust to behave, to the old pet names
The dust and dead pets in the backyard graves
Dedicated to the dedicated few
Under medicated with an elevated view
Stuck down, big ups to the buck-short
The harsh, the snitched, the not-rich, the miscourt
Those who demonstrate when the rest just say
Or penetrate when there ain’t no way
Dedicated to the sweat in the face
Of a man misplaced who finds his own lane

[P.O.S.]
Dedicated to the brave and the snakes how they stay
Steady raising mistakes like the earth won’t quake
If they don’t break rank, and the bank, and the take, and the hate
And the shape of the grief in the wake of a mistake
Dedicated to the trust in the grave, to the lust and the haze
Every co-dependent with a gust to behave, to the old pet names
The dust and dead pets in slippery concaves
Dedicated to the dedicated few
Over-medicated with an underrated view
Stuck down, big ups to the buck-short
The harsh, the snitched, the not-rich, the miscourt
Those who demonstrate when the rest just play
Or penetrate like today’s that day
Dedicated to the sweat in the face
Of a man misplaced who finds his own lane
Dedicated to the real, to the raw
To the ball in the court of a tall sip
Slip through the sidewalk, skip through the hard part
Tip to the card shark, rip through the rampart
Rampage campaign, masquerade that-a way
Dedicated to any fucker that back breaks
Dedicated to any mother with cracks in her pretty face
Dedicated to the rat race
And to the great escape, and to the greatest days
And to the things we make with our own hands
And to the way we stay within the arms delay
Until the sting of loss in our own land
And to the great escape, and to the great escape
To the great escape, to the great escape
To the great escape, to the great escape
To the great escape, to the great escape
16). Hand Made Hand Gun 

[Chorus]
I am a hand made hand gun
Operated by paper crooks
Loaded up with bullets of blank pages
Torn from your little black book

You can call me all your favorites
Oh, I love those dirty looks
You know I’ll be drunk and waiting
On the steps of St. Anthony’s Church

[verse P.O.S.]
Knuckle-blood stains the doorframe
Frustration both ways
You see me knock, I see you gaze through the peeker
Watch me sneak far away (bump bump bump bump)

As I push my please through the shades
I’m out of sight, for I know violence is nonsense
From a dime, I spent your mind
Time stop for us (caught up)

Cost of a heart, accosted, don’t blink
Nothing’s so strangled like us
Nothin’ deranged like that love
Nothin’ explains away the way
I played like new things, don’t break
Live under your ribs, a toybox, an Apple plug-in

Tuned to tune out, give out what’s yours
Like when in doubt, play the mouse in the mouth like
Please don’t let me die
And don’t let me die

[Pre-Chorus]
But you know me
I could never lay you down to sleep
Take a knee, spillin’ salt and shame upon your pretty feet
With a head full of bourbon
I do this though I love you
And I don’t think you hurt me on purpose

[Chorus]

I thought of everything
Even your paper ring
The organ’s playing our song
Playing our song, so sing along

[Verse: Astronautalis]
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee
Blessed art thou among women
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death. Amen

You come to find me, hopelessly
Wrapped around the gun, staring at the sun
Don’t you fuckin’ lie to me
G’head and try it, see, God’s witness
Pick a sense and listens, hidden
Layin’ down behind a line of ivy

He can hand you pure moments
Or quit you from every sense you got
Protect you with the spectacles-
Testicles, wallet, watch

But the devil keeps an open shop
He pays his bills and fills his pots
Thanks to the single sable sheep
Hidden in that hollow plot

It’s a classic case of damned if you do
Damned if you don’t
And I’ll be damned if I end up playing Job
With God’s loving hand on my throat
You could swear I traced a trail of wormwood
Slipping from the Empyrean
But Providence, just a myth if I aim to let my trigger pray

[Pre-Chorus]
But you know me
I could never lay you down to sleep
I’m a prostrate paper tiger
Supplicating at your pretty feet
My mouth may run on a loaded gun
And a belly full of bourbon
I only do this cause I love ya
I know you’d never hurt me on purpose

[Chorus]

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