D-Rev
Verse 1
Sometimes i feel hip hop dun' ripped my whole life in bits
while im performing on stage on some old MIKE vic shit
Got me Holding the MIC like im the law
And this is my prison and its in it for killing my dogs
Yeah all my friends are dead or gone,
It's just me submerged inside of a dirty time where im cursed to strike
at some worthless rhymes about girls and diamonds from some nerdy guys
Who claim heat grippin and gangs creep with em but they be trippin cause they pay street niggas to certify em,
And im furious im getting sheer boredom piercing my peers within this weary biz they fear inferior
im serious, as lyricists
their lazy rhymes force me to sleep, they Ram Z's(ramses) in my head but never appear amid a pyramid
But look who want it, another clown who'll stress and die slow
Cause he don't know how to be himself without a trend to follow,
I'm triple H spittin water out and grinnin vile,
You a middle school wrastler, how you pinnin(pennin') my flow
My mind metaphysically wrestles you into a position where contextualism
suplex's your nexus to a comprehensible existence,
Then it tumbles and pins you into intellectual submission,
You claim you a killer yet you still no threat, you steal from vets
And plagiarize worse than the bible stealing tails of Gilgamesh,
Why pay attention when your talk is cheap,
You just another rapper me and umang callin weak, autumn breathes

uMaNg
Hook

This the full moon after the harvest,
hear that growling we starving been losing it,
since fasting the backend of august/,
Hope you fastened for slaughter,
we'll see if you got the guts,
cause competition is not enough/

This the full moon after the harvest,
hear that growling we starving been losing it,
since fasting the backend of august/,
creatures fattened for autumn,
and you know how our stomach do,
you we famished for the hunter's moon...

uMaNg
Verse 2

The Unearthed, my verses buried they rose up like a mercenary with a personal feud with the Virgin mary/,
fraudulent claims from the false prophet, Freudian shame when ya mom's top less, you sorta watch slobberin'/,
so when you drop comments behind of your desktop with top Ramen my demons exercise like stock options/,
you ain't hood, you a scrapped vehicle with no top on it, I inspire rappers to mind vomit/,
thoughts in my sublime noggin are blights, upon ya fruits of labor they pray for they rescue then they shoot the savior/
bazooka my zumba neighbors, then come Halloween my cult, following drink the punch & become hallow beings/,
I set the mood right, even the moonlight is too bright, when I start to inhale I consume light/
then feast upon ya fears, like a Pennywise peace to all the kids,
that are dead inside free them all to IT so I can rest my eyes/,
this is ya chance to run expand your lungs in chapter one the chateau
plays the background where the shadows lunge/
appearing 3 dimensional tearing through meat your flesh and
all staring deep through your central hearing screams mean the death of you/,
I spin a narrative spitting strip it barenaked
stick it in this here basement visit it on rare occasions/,
there is a monster in my attic, demonstrative a savage within, Autumn Breathes at it...
AGAIN!

uMaNg
Hook

This the full moon after the harvest,
hear that growling we starving been losing it,
since fasting the backend of august/,
Hope you fastened for slaughter,
we'll see if you got the guts,
cause competition is not enough/

This the full moon after the harvest,
hear that growling we starving been losing it,
since fasting the backend of august/,
creatures fattened for autumn,
and you know how our stomach do,
you we famished for the hunter's moon...