1. I'm Frankenstein, too frank for minds, deflate your eyes till they cave inward & make you think inside/, I'm too late to arrive, this red carpet smell like dead armpits of these artists who stand armless/, you are harmless from arm's length, when the bomb's laid pray to God to get out of harm's way/, my blast radius pass radiation through mass craniums extends to space to crash aliens/, this is life at the speed of light of which I'm speeding by, I'm turning heads till they demon like/, I think you hoping that this beating lasts, you don't even need to ask I'll provide an all-season pass/, put on a spectacle near the theater where Caesar's stabbed, you left a vegetable it's all revealed in ya CT scan/, mistress blew me the kiss of death with her pussy lips instead when she lift her legs you hear a sickening laugh/, trying to lure me to the void itself, where it's moist but smells & voices yell where her poison dwells/, pleading ain't I going to help, she said leave them boys in hell inserted me in then enjoyed the feels/
2. To these currupt bankers,
To cop a nickel(copper nickel) or dime, I'd never sell my soul for(sulfur) a 'platinum' plac/
And put a bore on(boron) real heads and bury 'em(barium) in raps that's wack/
Words on your tongue stingy(tungtin) that's a fact/
See how im in my element on some periodic table shit?/
And tell my every peer y'all dictate bullshit??/
Ha, you should rewind that, i know that gazed your old head 'cause/
If you buy bars for private prisons you should be able to catch one/
Off that, i feel im abusing the subject/
And I just dropped an album all about your ruthless curruption/
But i wish i rapped about the very busted up concept/
That we call the military industrial complex/
Tho, trust i got woke rage fueled records/
Locked away underground in a great room restin/
Hidden deep in a place few get in/
Like the military hiding plasma research to make new weapons/
Outro
i cant wait to drop a another solo album on you bitch ass niggas,
i know my nigga Umang feels the exact same mothafuckin way,
and my nigga BBZ shits on yall wack producers way sicker,
so, truth be told, alotta rappers in the game gotta fuckin die
uMaNg is the Big L of Utah. Great, visceral flows over knocking beats. I'd never heard of him before buying this album but he quickly became one of my favorite local emcees. Scott Knopf (a.k.a. Atheist)
Deep shares a collection of beats and instrumentals that reflect his memories of the Lower East Side, pre-gentrification. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2015
